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conscience_n	good_a	love_n	unfeigned_a	1,422	5	11.0683	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A07968	Barley-breake, or, A vvarning for vvantons. Written by W.N. Gent	W. N., Gent.	1607 (1607)	STC 18336; ESTC S110078	8,618	22

BARLEY-breake OR A VVarning for VVantons Written by W. N. Gent. AVT NVNC AVT N●●●●AM Printed at London by Simon Stafford dwelling in the Cloth-fayre neere the red Lyon 1607. TO THE VERTVOVS AND chaste Maiden Mistresse Eliz. G. daughter to the VVorshipfull Rob. C. Esquire yours in seruice W.N. wisheth all fortunes smiles with the dew of immortall felicitie IT is not vnknowne right vertuous amongst the wise the sillie Oaten pipe winded by a rurall Shepheard vnder a shadowing Hawthorne sprouting on a champion mountaine hath beene as highly esteemed as the curious strained Lute sounded by the cunning Musician in the richest chamber of the Court of the most potentate Princes and that a sillie braunch reft from an Oliue tree hath beene as acceptable as the most precious perle dragd from the sands of the Ocean Then seeing the zeale lyeth not in the gift but in the giuer I shall entreat you as gratefully to accept this my Treatise as I deliuer it not for the worth but as a testimonie of the zeale and duety from me belonging which so long time I haue studied how to manifest And thus hoping there shall be nothing herein construed contrarie to my simple meaning neither my presumption held in disdaine I end though not forgetting my bounden duetie to your VVorshipfull Parent and my very good friend to whom if this my Pamphlet may cause mirth as an Arbour test it hath his desire and my hopes accomplished Then one in others rights would not intrude But each lamented at his neighbours paine None gaue a cause to sue or to besu'de The weight of conscience wanted not a graine By pleasant springs the young and youthfull sort Would sit and talke of their vnfained loue Whose simple truth would in a word report More faith and zeale then in an age we proue Why Parents then would let their children goe To plaies and reuells both by night and day Where now they dread feare their ouerthrow For rape and murder lurke in euery way A Shepheard then secure might lye and sleepe Hauing a care his victuall were not stole By Wolues and Curs that in the hillocks keepe And range abroad while Somnus gaines the gole Thus would he fill his daughter with a sound Whilst she poore girle did see her mates at play His words againe might very well rebound For why her minde was fix'd another way But on a time the Lads and Lasses came Entreating Elpin that she might goe play He said she should Euphema was her name And then denyes yet needs she must away To Barley-breake they roundly then 'gan fall Raimon Euphema had vnto his mate For by a lot he won her from them all Wherefore young Streton doth his fortune hate But yet ere long he ran and caught her out And on the backe a gentle fall he gaue her It is a fault which iealous eyes spie out A maide to kisse before her iealous father Old Elpin smiles but yet he frets within Euphema faith she was vniustly cast She striues he holds his hand goes out and in She cries Away and yet she holds him fast Till sentence giuen by an other maid That she was caught according to the law The voice whereof this ciuill quarrell staid And to his make each lusty lad 'gan draw Euphema now with Streton is in hell For so the middle roome is alwaies cald He would for euer if he might there dwell He holds it blisse with her to be inthrald The other run and in their running change Streton 'gan catch and then let goe his hold Euphema like a Doe doth swiftly range Yet taketh none although full well she could And winkes on Streton he on her 'gan smile And faine would whisper something in her eare She knew his mind and bid him vse a wile As she ran by him so that none did heare Some other pastimes then they would begin And to looke hands one doth them all assummon Varietie is good in euery thing Excepting onely Gods and earthly women Then hand in hand they make a circle round And with a napkin one must goe about And looke behinde what lad this same is found Mu●● 〈◊〉 to 〈◊〉 her that so markt him out Where we will leaue them to their feast and bed Whichatter supper they entend to see And treat of Cratchets now in Stretons head Vpon the mountaines restlesse wanders he His sheepe for him might all at riot run And told themselues or else do what they would He teares no woe he dreads no losse to come The Shepheardesse hath all his thoughts in hold His studie is which way he might contriue A place and time where they might fit confer And how he might a cause sufficient giue To make his loue and passion knowne to her One while he thinkes to send his griefe in time And therein praise her cruell conquering eyes But then he feares she will some error finde For she was faire and therewith passing wise Then thinkes he on what words he should depend If he should hap to finde a time and place One was too meane another to no end This word obscure and that was too too base In the conclusion he doth beate his braine When through the matter he hath swiftly run Then all atresh begin doth he againe As farre to seeke as when he first begun Much like vnto a Player on a stage When he forgets the thing that he should doe As one distract doth exit in a rage That faine would act but yet he knowes not how Perplexed thus he spends the silent night Vntill Aurora with a blushing red Comes as a Herald to proclay me the light Of heauens bright taper rising from his bed And then e're long he might afarre perceaue Old Elpins dogge come driuing of the flocke Wherat the champion mountaines he 'gan leaue And by the way he shrouds behinde a rocke Where he might see and yet might not be seene Old Elpin and his pretie snowy maid Louingly paceyng vp alongst the greene Vnto the mountaine where Bawle for them staid And to a shade where they did vse to sit For by this time the Sun was got on high Prepare they did to shun the scorching heate The Ewes 'gan feede the lambes are frisking by And Elpin now some storie will reuiue To feast the time as it did passe along And from Calisto he doth it deriue And Iupiter and of Calistos wrong One tale quoth he will steale the day away Whilst that our flocke in shadow chew the cud Then of a Nymph my purpose is to say But not of her whom Ioue bore on the flood Nor yet of her that caught was fetching water Nor yet o● her whom Nessus earst did wrong Nor yet of her whom Iason so did flatter Nor of the three that Cacus kept so long Nor of the Queene that Carthage did inclose Nor will I speake of faire Lucrecias rape Ne tell a storie of the Albion Rose Nor 10 yet of Cow that had the shape Whose chast

desires had made her been forlorne Of kin and countrey and with that doth bring Learned examples for the virgine life Whose contemplation highly past all other Not tedious chat but all in comely briefe She craues the goddesse leaue to liue together Who gladly graunts and by the hand her takes And next Calisto kindly doth embrace her For ioy whereof Ioues suttle inwards quakes Whose hopes depended wholy to deface her Vnto the Cloyster all in seemely ray For to install this new-elected Nun This sacred traine with Musicke take the way Where with importance euery rite is done Looke how a Foxe when he intends to take A silly lambe his purpose to obtaine Staukes farre at first for feare some dogs awake Then neere and neere till he the lambe hath staine So walkes flye Ioue with his Calisto forth A furlong first the next day three or foure Then backe againe with tales of note and worth Some fetcht from heauen and some from earth far lower So long at last vnto a shadow groue They straid so farre quite out of sound or cry Which thing well noted of dissembling Ioue Soone sate him downe the faire Calisto by As who would say Let 's rest for walkes are weary Where laughing they claspe eithers iuory hands Prooue strength of armes as maids will being merry Clip wrests draw lots meat wastes with silken bands And now although the game began in sport The filly Nymph rude earnest doth sustaine It 's vaine to striue or vse the womans arte Screeke out or struggle prayers are but vaine Ioue shewes himselfe but to Calistos griefe He her deflour'd and straight to heauen flies Where he doth kisse Queene Iuno his iealous wife To blind the scape from her all-watchfull eyes Calisto maid a maid nay there Hyde The snowy one who was a maid ere while T is she I meane whose fortunes are descryde Lamenting sits that euen now did smile The day was gone and Phebus maskt his face The antike world is shut in robes of night Yet she poore soule bewayling still her case Asham'd henceforth to gaze vpon the light Yet in the end she doth recall to mind That what was past no wight the act did know And that close action much the world doth blind All are not maids that virgins are in show Considering this she wipes her blubbered eyes And charg'd with feare she mends her ruffled clothes And for excuse her wits she doth surprise For her delay so to the Cloyster goes As light as euer Nymph or damzell trod No change of fortune may Diana spy No marke is seene of any foyle she had Front bolt-vpright she neuer stept awry And making there as wily women can Excuse worth credit for her long delay But wherefore beat I thus the sencelesse ayre Why warble I these vaine and frutelesse words Whilst he relentlesse Leatcher keepes him there Where he 's supreme and pittie none affords Why doe I not complaine vnto the gods Calisto doe let him beare shame with thee Shew how he did betray thee to the woods Let Iuno know how he hath dealt with me Yet foolish wench t is vaine if so thou thinke That to thy plaints the gods will credit giue Noe they will rather at his falshood winke Thy information they will not beleeue Like stormes on plaines with threats hee 'le beare thee downe A silly lambe a Lyon cann't defame Hee le vnto tortures haue thee drag'd and bound If thou his scapes shouldst once detect or name And thus God wot doe mountaines take their freakes But euermore poore mole-hils beare the blame The Owle may see the haughtie Eagle scapes But none durst once accuse him for the same THis said she spies Diana with her traine With course directed to a fountaine where The loftie trees coole shadow doth containe Where she did vse to wash her body bare Faine would she hide but Dian she espies And called her whose heast she doth obay And standing vp she wipes her watery eyes And to the fountaine with them takes the way Good God what t is for silly maides to shift When conscience writes some action in the cheeke She hangs the head her eyes she durst not lift Vp from the ground the ayre she did not like The Nymph that euer by Dianas side Went cheeke by iowle bearing a stately port Now lurkes behind not willing to be ey'd Byting her lips as one asham'd in hart Which caus'd a muttring ' mongst the virgine rout And some supposed she had stept amisse Her very count'nance may dissolue the doubt Her cheeke bewrayes that it had caught a kisse But being come vnto the siluer streame Where naked all attend to wash the Queene Calistos robes no more may hide her shame Ioues suttle freak's apparent to be seene Calistos griefe is publike to their eyes Her slender hands may not her belly hide The goddesse spies and therewith out she cryes Strumpet auaunt thy whoredome is descride The Nymphs all shouted but the sorry one On bended knees desires to be heard But hopelesse soule attention had she none For her exile their voyces all accord Away she goes as one expeld from Court And liues in deserts as a wight forlorne Where to the world as ancient fame reports And to her woe was hayrie Arcas borne From whom Arcadia tooke at first the name The Sonne of Ioue a Satire first became The angry Iuno to augment her fame Vpon the Nymph a Bearish shape doth frame When Pinkes and Cowslips shall be made a bed Vpon whose gentle leaues secure wee 'le sleepe Lockt one to other whilst red lips doe wed Inuiron'd with armes brests sweete kissing meete Cast ouer with a vale of beautyous Lillyes Vpon which mantle shall curiously be drawne A thousand stories by renown'd Apelles Where we will see how louing soules doe fawne If these delights with many thousand more May in thy brest moue matter of regard Let me no longer thus distrest implore But with a smile my loyall loue reward VVIth that he takes her by the Iuory hand And silent stands to heare her make reply When that her lookes giue him to vnderstand That womens thoughts doe on such subiects lye And shee with silent motion giues consent Not noting once the fraud of golden showres Nor how too late betrayed maides repent Themselues in suffring men to plucke their flowres But suffers Streton to doe what he would Her mind is dauncing on this promist pleasure Away will I lest Pandor proue I should Leauing Euphema to repent by leasure ANd now of Elpin whom we touch't before That home was run deluded with a wile And view'd his house his windowes and his dore Whilst crafty Streton stole his blisse the while And when his eyes the messengers of ioy Had backe return'd the tidings of no wrong With hems and sighs he shakes away annoy And to the deserts 'gan he pase along Where all that day he spends in whoopes and calls But from his child the ayre doth nothing lend When greater