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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A15139	The most pleasante historie, of Albino and Bellama A poeme. To which is annexed the vindication of poesie. by N.W.; Hore di recreatione	Whiting, Nathaneel, 1617?-1682.; Dalen, Cornelius van, engraver.	1639 (1639)	STC 25437; ESTC S119865	82,028	186

Plaiting their branched pride that none might see And lest quick envie should their dalliance spy Themselves about the trees the brambles tye Here in soft whispers did he court her love And strove by oath their loves to ratifie Madam sayes he this reason may you move That day and malice have too many eyes When my lips are seald and I attempt in vaine To send the children of my teeming braine Not halfe so vigilant the Dragon was Which Colchos treasure watcht as is your Dame So that they must through Argus head-peece passe Which seeke here to enkindle Cupids flame I know your jealous Matrone does discover How my faint heart about your breast does hover Sir sayes Bellama there is no such haste Time will appoint our loves some fitter seasons My father must ungirdle first my waste Love will not be repeld by force but reasons And more you know it is in vaine to strive Here 's no escaping this Monastick hive When as the third dayes Sun three houres or more Our Zenith has behinde him left hither Returne and I will meet thee not before My thoughts quoth he doe in your absence wither Pincht with the sharpest blasts cold winter breathes But your your looks my heart with bl ssoms wreathes That foolish glasse which measures time with sand Enough of gravell has to meet a yeare With less●r trouble I could Hermes wand Than the sad torture of your absence beare Change then those houres to minutes dayes to day If you say 't shall be so time must obay Alas quoth she my faith is not so strong To thinke reality with language dwells Nor can I think you count those minutes long When you 'r employed with your Beads and Bells Yet t' has the face of truth I le therefore try If time will pay such duty to mine eye These words have lent my body a new soule And shot quoth she a fire through every veyne Doubt not your voyce times circle can controule And make the Sunne his hasty Iennets reyne Nay more me thinks m'enlightned eyes discover 'Bout you the gods with vailed bonnets hover I 'm halfe perswaded 't was not blasphemy For me to say your nod can ravell Fate Thaw into Chaos this firme globe of dry Beckon the planets and their towres un-slate Me thinkes I see the Sun naild to his sky Vn-nath his Carre and throw his whip-staffe by Peace peace quoth she Albino thou dost rave Why dwels such language on thy wretching tongue Wilt thou just vengeance force to dig thy grave Thinkst thou sterne Fate will suffer such a wrong Pinnion thy words let them not soare so high Lest they should gash the clouds and ope the sky We must not play with sharpes nor kisse the flame Dally with heaven or up-braid the gods Lest their just anger make their powers tame Such sawcie scandals with their plagues and rods Then wing no more Bellama's name but let The Pearle be called Pearle the Iet but Iet Goe home in clouds lest Envy see thy face And come not till those minutes taske the watch Madam sayes he I le bid them mend their pace T is just with lovers every haire to catch That dights occasions brow change date for date Entrench sometimes upon the rights of Fate Yet your command shall stand I le not transgresse But watch the hand untill it joynt the houre And all my paths with gloomy shades will dresse That undiscovered I may win this boure May all the blessings which a lovers voyce Breathes on his Lady wait on you my choyce Here did they meet to rivet fast their heart Where not a breath their private joyes disturbe They thought no eye a sawcie ray durst dart Or any voyce had power their loves to curbe So credulous are lovers and so faine To their conjectures would conclusum's chaine But this bright Sun of joy eclypsed was And pitchy clouds their glorious sky did smutch Then Venus joyes were like to Venice glasse Poore glasse-like toyes that perish with a touch A Guardians anger or a parents frowne Nips loves fresh blossomes and a wish uncrowne The jealous matrone from her to wring loft O're-lookt th' ambitious trees which hem'd them in Or'e-heard their vows their sighs language soft And saw how Cupid leapt from skin to skin The tr●ssique of their lips and how thin balmes Did glue and cement fast their melting palmes When she perceiv'd the progresse of their love Religious care impanneld straight a Iury Of thoughts and plots this stranger to remove Soothed with profit and enflam'd with fury Vsh'ring her language with a threatning srowne She ask'd her busines with that shaved crowne Why was that sickly voyce whose feeble gales Can raise no ecchoes hand and elbow chat Eye-dialogues discourse and wanton tales That way of am'rousnesse and this and that Speak truth Bellama has thy heart as voyce Decreed that youthfull monk thine only choyce Bellama startled at this sudden newes Yet did her answers all consist of noes But yet alas her bloud observ'd the cues And call'd by guilt her Lilly bankes ore-flowes So that though she with setled vowes denyde Yet to the eye her blushes guilty cryde When as the matrones busie eyes had read Love on her cheekes in bloudy letters writ She askt her why blind folly thus had lead Her reason ' gainst religion state or wit Or if she needs must love why did she scowle Vpon state-sattens and embrace a cowle Bellama to excuses tun'd her aire Framing pretences for her amorous saith But yet alas such was Pazzella's care From her excuses she with-held her faith And with a voyce shrill and as fierce as thunder Sware she would knap their silly loves in sunder Those scarlet gowns which doom-offenders death Or the proscriptions of the Romane state Had not the tithe of that affrighting breath Although they weakned hell and threatned Fate As had these words which feeble love did shiver Snap his weak strings crack his empty'd quiver But all this while Albino sate with pleasure And on his trencher joy and mirth attend Nor to delight will he allow a measure As at one sitting he his stock would spend Nay if he slept he dream'd of nought but rings Gloves fans masks monkies such prety things And when the time of his approach approach't His eye did travell with the Dyals hand Then started up to see Don Phoehus coach't Bad him make haste and at that minute stand That this blest day may count more moments flight Than could the stout Alcides geniall night But oft we see before a sudden dash The Sun salutes the earth with hottest gleames So here before misfortunes harshest lash Ioy on Albino shot his choycest beames That every thought was crowned with a starre And rid with Venus in her silver Carre Rose out oth'vault with love and hope adust And in conceit fed on his future sweet Thinking what most may please not what 's most just And with what phrase he should his Lady greet Vowing

But in thy thoughts let comfort rule as chiefe She crav'd a blessing on her globe-like joynts Then coached thither where her Sire appoints As the sweet-voyced Philomele does sit I' th piked Eglantine with sorrow drest ' Cause some rude Sylvane in a raging fit Snatcht her faint chickens from their downy nest So did the Lady Arda dight with mourning Deplore Bellama's losse with her returning As when slye Reynald in his widened jawes Is seizing on the nimbly-frisking lambe Or when the Tyger with his sharpned pawes Hath caught the infant of the becking damme And then the Shepheards care prevents the sharks One lowdly howles the other hoarsly barkes So semblably when as the waiting crew Saw the departing of their golden age One gives Bellama with eye-dew adiew Anothers grief unlockt the phrenzie cage Some tore their haire some rent their shouldring bands Some thwackt their breasts and wrung their oylie hands But all in vaine their Indian Mine was gone ' Their minting house deprived of the stampe Their costly gemmes were chang'd to pebbell stor Their Hemisphere forsaken by their lampe Gaturne's exilde Jove awes this massie Ball And now the Iron age un-goldeth all The wandring wheeles be-stud with Iron knobs Posted Bellama to the Virgin-tower Which freed her from the noyse of servile throbs Is entertained like a goddy power Led by the seeming Saints unto the place Where sate Pazzella with a Matrone grace If Rivelezzo's presence frighted them Much more they at Bellama were amaz'd They cald her Phoenix beauties onely gem And all with fixed tapers on her gaz'd Some had a meane some curious were before But her first sight shewd selfe-conceit the dore For as when Tithons bride breakes out a farre And through th'expanse spreads forth her yong● lig●● She by degrees pops out each twinkling star And dims at length the mistresse of the night As winter Chappel-clarks when prayers are do● Dis-light each flazing wax or tallow Sun So when Bellama brightly did appeare With mourning rayes in the Monastick hall She vail'd each face that moved in that spheare And further by degrees un-faced all Nay at the last the mistresse of the traine Lookt like pale Phoebe in her darkned waine And as dayes Prince light lustres archy-beame Lends to the Moone her silver mid-night rayes As from the Ocean warry current streame Though ev'ry cadent to that Chaos strayes As to a roome be-fog'd with mists of night Th' incensed weekes do lend a mid-day light So to each brow Bellama's brow gives white To ev'ry cheek Bellama's cheek gave rosies To ev'ry eye Bellama's eye gave sight To ev'ry breath Bellama's breath gave posies To ev'ry part Bellama's part gave grace To ev'ry face Bellama gave a face Some cald her goddesle of the Cyprian I le Some sayd Troyes ruine was untombd againe Some her the selfe-enamourd boy did stile Some sayd the Boat-boy did dehide their traine One nam'd her thus one sayd she was another But all confest sh'exceeded Cupids mother The aged Patronesse with palsi'd lips Muttred a welcome to her lovely guest But at that time the Moone was in eclypse Which with en-feebling feares did them arrest Some shrilly screamd some brazen pans did clang To ease her travell and abate her pang And when the monthly-horned Queen had got Her face againe with silver glitter rayd Save onely what the Dragons taile does spot On their pale Lillies blushing Clarret strayd Then did the aged voyce repeat againe Welcome faire Lady to my Mayden-traine Her instauration was somewhat strange Led by nine vestals for th'odde number was Highly esteemed in their sacred range As by the Poet in his quassing glasse Each of her joynted Lillies one did hold Save onely that which waites the wedding gold Adornd with vestures white as bleached snow A Cypresse mantell over which was cast So lightly hung 't would not abide a blow A milke white Ribben lockt unto her waste Grac'd with a crucifix her slender wrists With praying beads were wreath'd on sable twists Grave Piazella usherd her along Bravely attended with her choysest Nuns Without Drum Trumpet or an armed throng Or champing coursers or the wide-mouth'd Guns Each held religion in some holy right With holy water which the divels fright Into the place of holy worship they Entred where gawdie superstition was Saints Altars store of crucifixes gay Whose stately worths my weak expression passe Scarce was there knowne a canonized Saint Which carving did not there beget or paint With strong devotion all the virgines prayd At the direction of the praying Bead Their Ave-Maries Santo Salve's sayd Invoking ev'ry Saint to intercede Piezza then Bellama kneeling downe Did wreath her temple with the virgine-crowne These rites perform'd behinde an iron grate Appeared breathing cowles and walking copes Whose wri●hed lookes their births did ante-date And change the cyphers girdled in with ropes Their haire had purchas'd wings and flew away So did their braines as some did whispring say Vnto this Monastry in gloomy shades From Crostfull Priory these shavelings pace Distant from hence not two Italian stades Earths bloudlesse womb was wimbled all the space Vnder the craggy rocks and champian did A road-way lye from vulgar prying hid This darksome path they usually did tread T● traffique with their she-sequestred zeale With whom for curtaine-dalliance oft they plead But their successe my muse dares not en-neale These loving sportings are not faults the sin Is when our walles keepe not the scandall in Amongst the holy men that hither came To joyne their issue with the sister-hood A votary Albino cal'd by name Not Fortunes white-boy yet of Abby-bloud His great-grand-father some few ages since Of Glastenbury Primate was and Prince His stature did not reach the tip-toe height Nor with the long neckt Cranes did conflicts wage Something compleat by nature not by slight Some twenty circled snakes sum'd up his age Discreet as Tyro's are had store of wit In that he knew to use and husband it By civill carriage and his modest looke He gaind the love of his Lord Priorist He bowled coursed angled in the brooke His pleasure was his joy and pleasures list Oft would he rove had his content a dearth Through th'hollow belly of th'un-boweld earth Sometimes permitted sometimes by command From his Lord Prior to the holy mother Convaying voyces or the paper-hand Oft-times alone scarce sorted with another The Matron did with courteous eye respect him Knowing no ill of him did not suspect him She oft would praise his Monkship to her traine Calling his breast blest vertues choyces shrine And vowd she seldome saw such beauty raigne Vpon a face that 's purely masculine And 't was not common at his yeares to finde So neat a person with so pure a minde H●e'd freedome of discourse not privacie Iests sporting laughter and lip-dalliance Oft on Bellama would he fix his eye And she to him would answer glance for glance They gazd so long and oft till they did tye Their hearts together onely