world hath shown To greatest men O vale of languishing No muse can tell the troubls thou dost bring And whereas one adorned with the crowne Of siluer locked age salutes his graue Infinite in their chiefe are beaten downe Pallida mors aquo pulsat pede pauperum takernas reguÌ„que turres Hor. Death neither spares the wretched nor the braue For death of custome as a cold in May By toile or sorrow first giues youth decay O foolish sorrow vexed happines Selfe flattering mock proud nothing painted clay Chaos of trouble mischiefe and distresse Vncureable Vlcer Syrens lay Times Icarus Post Bubble Froth false name O life no slander can expresse thy blame Mishaps tragedion residence of paine Cipher of earth sinnes slaue true reasons gale Cypher Thoghts pray ioies mock youths foole natures disdaine Prids asse into the ditch of death to fall Is man his youth and age both fickle breath ' Are but as Gaylors keeping him for death Thus all our daies are parents of sure cares Willand Wit Our health the nurse of wars tween will wit Our impious youth a mist for age prepares A crimefull pack of sinne too great for it Our selues vnto our selues a wretchednes With vain coÌ„ceits our lusting minds oppres Our age presents but feeblenes disguis'd Perplex'd in thought with sin in flesh with pain His company and counsels are despis'd His death expected by his friends for gaine VVho much reioice if we in riches vade If poore to rid vs hence they wil be glad For all their pallaces and shining pride Rich men are slaues to many tirannies And sleepes foe sorrow durst in them abide Foule lusts mocked hopes do them surprise And thogh their greatnes keep the mean in fear Yet most with them their own coÌ„maÌ„ders bear If earth were animated with a soule As Plato did suppose the very ground Wheron he treads would call a monarch foole And say thou wretch thou thinkst thy selfe renownd WheÌ„ I that am the earth retain in me A thousand thousand better men then thee And if earths compasse be a point in all Of which an Empire seemes a little sparke VVhat may we then a priuate Lordship call Not halfe a wormehole if we rightly marke Then why shold any think themselues so great Sith they are bounded in so small a seat And when thou leauest this life thou bearst nothing Of these with thee thy realms and pleasurs send Thee hence alone although thou were a king Thy flesh also that seem'd thy deerest friend A naked soule doth let thee passe away Thus but in heaueÌ„ thou hast no perfect stay Therefore we alwaies shold haue death in mind How to another country we must go How life is but a leafe blowne vp with winde A cobweb light a false familiar foe Sin 's nurse a sicknes long a dying day A friend of vice that seeks the souls decay And al our pride is but mortalitie VVhere in an earthen frame the plannets boile Humors corrupt as Cinthea doth the sea VVhich do inuest the soule and make her toile In cogitations base and all earths best Is seldome had or gotten but vnrest Our home aboue the circle of the stars Is set leauing the clouds behind her back To the last heauen the soule her slight prepares By death released from this vally blacke VVhether when endeed desteny thee brings That thou behold the snining iudg of things Then wilt thou say this is the wished place My country true of which I had no minde Here was I borne bowing down thy face To earth thou wilt coÌ„demn thy friends so kinde That there lament thy death because they cast Their loue on lusts ioies that wil not last This earth is but a Cell of punishment Yet peoples insolencie will not know it Vntil they fal in matter of complaint Though time their youth chance their friends defeate VVhilst that theÌ„selues are wel they think such lie As say this world is but meere vanity The minuts hours daies weeks months yeers On whose swift transmigration life depends Senister chance excruciates with teares If one day please a month with care offends The liked time declines the wished lot Com's sild and soone departeth being got Count but the time ere thou thy wish obtaine Then next how long thow after that maist liue And thou shall see it proue so short and vaine That hauing it it shall thy minde but grieue And proue in vsage lesse and worse to thee Then in thy fancy first it seemd to be As the vniointed limbe no ease can haue But by vniting with his natiue place So from his birth vntill he hath his graue Man liues in griefe doth but thornes imbrace In ioy time he hopes but for his paine And hating death he hates his greatest gaine Now sith the world can giue but painted bubbls For fooles and epicures to dote vpon Tell it it can impart nor ioies nor troubles For all is but a dreame below the sunne And flesh is dust pride vaine life a span Then bid the world afflict thee how it can Foes fortune world hate your worst is death Greatnes delight and pompe your best is end Here hopes and friends the fates sequestreth And many teares for both in vaine we spend The liuing and the great are fortunes slaues More then the wretch or those that lodge in graues Thus is our life but carefull meditation Qua atas loâ—gâ— est aut quidom â—ino homini longum Salust Of vaine discordant thoughts a liking shade Of momentarie thinges a mist soone gone A frothy dew which to it selfe hath made The promise of loÌ„g time wheÌ„ that each hour It is vnto it selfe vnknowne vnsure And of this life the trust and confidence Whose short abode doth make vs bold to sinne By this thou seest and by experience That since the howre in which it did begin It runneth vnto nought and euer shall Till it expire as it had neuer beene Like to a dreame or shadow on a wall VVhat foole will then repine to passe froÌ„ hence Where nothing is sincere faith peace nor loue VVhere many most oppresse the least offence VVhereas the great are not so sure aboue But they shall naked passe to natures Inne And soone become as they had neuer beene That they may enter heauens eternall gate Math. xi To Christ who cals oppressed soules to ioy And with the blessed sainted infants mate VVhich Herod from sweet Iewrie did destroy VVherewith all wronged innocents appears Math. 2. Their weeping mothers bath'd in bloud and teares No eie hath euerseene nor heart hath thought The solaces which God hath laid in store Corinth xi For their content who set this world at nought The kingly prophet wish'd to keepe the doore Of that place Psal 84. rather then he would possesse All earthly Princes glorious wretchednes Here soldiers and couragious noble men VVho for their countries honor were supprest Released from their bodies
oreturnd Here short liud gnats hate perpetuitie VVhose wit with Midas maks theÌ„ wear loÌ„g eares Though for their welth wise men with flatterers O nunimi vobis hunc prastat honorem Iune The ocean of obliuion must not drowne Those Guls which to produse a benefit In all offences will a man renowne Th'ile say that madnes is a manly heate And if insatiately we swallow foode These will commeÌ„d our stomacks to be good Our humors these will sound with subtill slight And where we estimate our selues most deare Either for forme of body wit or might In that they will protest we haue no peere But mock vs gone to such no counsell tell But seldome speake and alwaies listen well Donec eris foelix multos numera bis amicos Tempora si fuerint nubila solus eris Ouids Here whilst a man hath welth to spend and giue These threed-bare ecchoes of vnconstancie That like to droanes on others hony liue VVill counterfeit with men to liue and die But if their patron once they needie see They seeke a new and then say farewell hee If they perceiue thy tables spring is drie These fawning Gnathoes from thy need wil turn To other bordes and to thine enemy PerchaÌ„ce wil go to to do thee some shrewd turn Some wil be friends their aimed stroke to strike Of which preuented they will thee dislike They call him foole in these deceitfull daies That is to seeke with both his hands to play VVherfore that wight is thrale to great dismaies On frindships trust which doth his councels lay Then with thy friend as still your friendship grow Remember he may liue to be thy foe As when Sybell the troian duke did lead Vnto the mirtle woods and realme of ghosts Virtutis comes inuâ—dia The helhound snarled with the triple head And hegs and furies serpents at him tost So here with slimie mouthes at vertue fights Lusts fat-braind fragmeÌ„ts cropstuft parasites Thus in this world the laborinth of woes VVith false resemblances we are supprest Learning and vertue haue ten thousand foes In no degree content or fortune rest Helth beuty strength life but spring to fall And enuie springs with either to wrong all Inuidus alterius rebus macrescit opimis Hor. Effundet mala lingua Virus atrum Virg. A wight with neighbours happines and ioy Perplexed euer with contagious paine Is enuy euer laughing at annoy But stings her heart with snakes at others gaine At bookes and learning she will poyson fling As thicke as Bacchus wiues at orphy sling Thus we with sundry woes are martired Being poore in wealth and strangers to our own Here in the vale of mourning banished Liuing but deputies and must begone And the more perfect all our vertues are The fouler enuies do against vs warre Then that which we call death is not to die But rather to exchange a death for life Dico tunc vitam beatam fata cum peracta sint Solon And scape the cloister of all misery And earthly ambages and hellish strife If by contemplating our state we see We boÌ„dslaues liue death shall make vs free The glutton thinks his belly is too small The couetous still wanteth drosse and slime The flatterer protests hee 's at thy call While for theÌ„selues these cuÌ„ning mates but clime Here with such counterfets wee alwaies dwell That seeke our goods but wish our souls in hel Here being borne we rather die then liue For all our life is as a seeming death Few howres we sport but many daies we grieue Whilst deth with secret haÌ„d doth stop ourbreth So though we ioy or grieue while we be here VVe onely seeme as shadowes to appeare Both wealth friends both ioys and sports also VVill flit away if danger come in place And sure they proue vntrue to make vs know That this fraile mansion is no dwelling place To teach vs loue those things that still endure And seeke a hauen wherein to liue secure Mans mortall life is like a speedy post That from all places swiftly cuts a way Vntill he hath attaind his aimed cost Both youth and age haste on make no stay In the beginning middle end of either Cum sapido capimus supe Vanena Cibo Both seeke such things and will abide with neither A wretched soule that fortune down hath fluÌ„g Finds no assistance in his shipwracks flaw In seeking flowers with nettles we are stung Thus bound we are in worldly yokes to drawe And we resemble till in dust we lie The flowet that in a day doth spring and die Let not my words supply a wonders place For truth doth witnesse that I do not faine He that is mortall knowes a mortals case And that each mortall liues in mortall paine For we were borne to die and die we must To day aliue to morrow turn'd to dust What wight can well behold a dead mans skull And sighing will not say the same with me That were thy corps as Salamander wooll A vault of slime thou art and once shalt be Clos'd in a charmell house as could as stone And meat to worms that now thou treadst vpon This world is like vnto a common Inne VVhere Adoms child doth liue as passenger Here some one day some many daies haue been Yet in their being they are nought the neare For tim 's so swift Dum loquimur fugit inuida atas Hor. that none can time retaine And Time once gone Time neuer turns again Mans life is very fitly term'd a span And we are but earths worst and that is clay Wormes are the garland of vaine glorious man O be not proud sith thou must die to day Then if thou trust trust death for he is sure For all on earth will perish as impure Life may be likened to a violet flower Beg nawne with Caterpillers or the glew That wise Medea gaue her paramour VVhich choking balls the buls of Colchos slew Life may be like to nothing sith man sees Nothing more like to nothing then life is Mandeeme thy selfe no better then thou art A sory iourniman from birth to graue All worldly goods which we encroach by art Are momentarie trash and what we haue Is of the world and must be left behinde And on the earth is no content of minde VVealth comes not in by hap or is increast By fathers toile the sonnes good to prepare Promotion comes not from the East nor VVest Such fortuns dwel neither in moon nor star But he doth all encrease and blessings hold That first composed man of earthly mould As he in danger liues who hath a theefe Hid closely in the night behind his doore So all that liue haue euen of theeues the chiefe Death lodg'd within their bosoÌ„ Thebes therfore Wisely ordaind that licence none shold haue To build his house that made not first his graue Triphon and Agamendo hauing made Apolloes temple and for leu of this Desir'd the happiest thing that could be had
They were repaid with death as chiefest blisse This common peril salue of vanitie Is good because it endeth miserie The power of flesh is but a rotten reede And truth to say Breuis est magnifortuna fauoris Sen. what is prosperitie A slaue to alteration care and dread A slipperie step that ill men magnifie And life is but a warfare against sinne And flesh a bridewell to torment it in All worldly louers die not worthily But twise the paines of fleshly death they beare Whereas the stout and valiant men but die These Cowards feele a double death for feare But fate which none can flatter or suborne Nor tongue entreat ought stoutly to be born I know the propertie of pleasure is To leaue more sorrow when it goes away Then when it came it brought deluding blisse And well I know that death will haue his day 〈…〉 The which defrauding lusts wheÌ„ we haue took In their best stay do vanish all like smoke And done we circumuent our selues thereby The time thereof departs and there we stand Detected factors of a villany Mock'd by the deed and of the hellish band The iudge our coÌ„scieÌ„ce doth coÌ„demn the euil VVhich we commit and leaues vs to the deuill To some good art if Tutors do not binde Vs Otium omnia mala docet a dolescentes Cicer. in our youth the cares of life to trie VVe being free our idle vexed minde To pleasures damned faculties apply That worse then preÌ„tiship our fancie wouÌ„ds Our selues to death proue Acteons hounds Here such as gifts do spare those made poore By giuing no respect can haue for all Pleasure excludeth who can giue no more Then pouertie her Syren voice doth call If once enrich'd she rich poore doth weed Then turn's them out vnto small friended need To harbor in all weathers poore and bare On the cold ground of such as friends had been Some will deride them none relieue their care But say wherefore had he not kept it then Thus when our wealth will not keepe coÌ„pany None will redresse our states in miserie And can we any earthly thing attaine VVithout displeasure labour miserie VVhich of them are not slippery in the gaine And very may games of vncertaintie Their vanitie no author can discusse They are as common vnto beasts as vs. The graue deliuers all men from their care And life once gon sinnes time seemes finished Praemia quanta bonos maneant Inuen In spite of all the snarling curs that are VVhich gnaw the liuing and torment the dead Both rich and poore euen all that suffer grief If good shall after death find full reliefe VVhen Thian from the worldes great voiage came Some ask'd him what a world he then had seen I haue beheld vertue opprest with blame Quoth he poor meÌ„s suits coÌ„founded clean By the vsurping proud and fooles expresse And beat the wise great theeues haÌ„g the les And how for money Argus wil not see How rich meÌ„s falts were sport but poore mens crime How best deserts with thaÌ„ks scarce guerdoÌ„'d be How the opprest bought pitty in his time And how most seeming holy men in gownes Vnder that sanctimony fish'd for crowns This was the worlds rude reuolution then VVhich euer was but vaine and euer shall Remaine mans hurt sinnes shop a daemons den Or like a dreame or tossed tennise ball Mans life is fitly term'd a nothing got The gainers loose the hauers haue it not Care eat 's man's entralls Enuie gnaws his back Fortune with slipperie chances trip his foote Greedines tels him somwhat still doth lacke VVhen he hath tooke his deepest shallow roote His name fame time doth dissolue to noght And one as vaine into his roome is brought The triumph daies which Rome to Caesar gaue Carthage to Hanniball the spartan host Vnto Leonides that Athens graue Impos'd on Pericles and Persia coast Allotted Syrus after victorie Had no repose no perpetuitie For this the heathen Emperours ordain'd So much this worlds vaine frailenes did they know That wheÌ„ they had their diadeÌ„s attaind Masons Caruers should vnto them goe Enquiring of what forme that tombe should be Sowell the Pagans knew their vanitie For this the Romans made a wise decree That when a Consull did in triumph ride In Coach with him a slaue should placed be Which slaue shold say my friend for all this pride Take heed thou know thy self chaÌ„ce doth butleÌ„d This which in shame without great heedwil end seasons yeers Through howrs through daies weeks months Through labor hunger cold care paine teares watchings Throgh false delights fools vniust friends losse From birth life fades vnto the graue again And death the sweet release of sorrow great The flouring bud of youth doth first defeat To Ciperissus youth he was extreame And vnto Hilas who his locks did dight Making his noone daie mirror of a streame And Adlington whose surname Welsteed hight In belgicke wars his launce did ouercome Circling that yong Apollo with a tombe Si quid mea carmina possint Nulla dies vnâ— quam memori te eximet ano Virg. But most obliged friend thou shalt not lie In lowest dust as though thou neuer were Although alas we all are borne to die My loue shall one day greet thy warlike beare Meane time repose thee in the Elizian field Fame hath thy name and honours tent thy shield Raptam euridiceâ— atque irrita lâ—itisdona querens Virg. Yet will I moure for thee with such sad laies As Orpheus once resounded for a ghost When in the prime of all her flouring daies His yong wife whom he dearly loud he lost The woods shal be my house my bed soÌ„e stone There wil I liue for thee die alone Here as they wold who can their hopes receiue Here as they would who can esteemed be Here Fates and friends perfidiously deceiue Here as they wold Time who can feed on thee None for on earth where al things are vnsure Things seldome be or being not indure My youth declin'd and felt no kind of ioy The wanton daies wherein I tooke delight VVere but a dreame a shadow and a toy And were but lent to breede me more despight But why vnpittied should I murmur so I naked came and naked hence must go Respect the vniuersall liues of men And see what toile in liuing dust remaines This man is fleshly crimes detested den That seeks out Anaxarchus worlds for gaines Diseases need and wrong an other knowes Like leaues in storms so are we tost with woes And liuing here with whom doth man frequeÌ„t But with old lechers enuious parasites Murtherers belly-slaues what snares are bent Noua terris incumbit febriuÌ„ cohors Hora. To take his soule against his body fight Intollerable stones and stranguries VVith feuers postumes swelling maladies Man in this world is laid as sure in hold Till he be put to execution For what gaile hath more labor hunger cold Or more diseases then this
painefull den With euerlasting quietnes are blest In vnion of the Godheads trinitie They that were mortall liuing angels be VVhich Lord I pray that when our life shal end This life which day by day in vanitie And night by night to none effect we spend Of all offences pardoned let vs be Committed heere by mist of mind opprest That in thy promis'd glory wee may rest The glory bright of that immortall raigne VVhere soules and bodies shal be wedded new After domes day and neuer die againe Paul wish'd to be dissolud this same to view And praises of his highest God to sing In Paradise by heauens eternall spring That therefore we may trust none earthly thing Sweet Iesu for thy tender loue to all VVith the lost sheepe vnto thy folde vs bring Math 18. That we may know thy voice whē thou dost call Make saued souls of these our sinfull formes And thinke on me Lord when I am in thrall And lie in graue a deaths head full of wormes Grant Christ whose blessed bloud in crimson streames With bitter rods and cruell nayles was shed Whose sacred limbes were rack'd on woodden beames Whose holy heart was pierced being dead Grant to protect vs from all deadly sinne And when we from this dying life are fled Let sorrowes end and heauenly ioyes begin Amen An Ode Nulla dies caret maerore VVIth prouidence reflect thy looke Into thy liues accounting booke And thou shalt see how Time destroyes Thy youth thy friends thy foolish ioyes Which pleasures mocking all desires Shew them but seruants vnto liers And looke on this with eies of minde With which men see when they are blinde None euer had such ioy a day That from them did not slide away Fo◠that soone turneth into was Which sprung of late as tender grasse With Ioy let none himselfe deceiue For euery lust will take his leaue Rich miserie is great mens share Pompous distresse and glittring care VVith which they toile as troubles lent Till death exact of them their rent Still in thy pleasure beare in minde That sorrow is not far behinde Fiuers present our image plaine VVhich passing neuer turne againe Such is this world when it is best That each degree finds little rest He that is highest in his pride His fortune changeth as the tide All signifies a fading flowre Rust Time and wormes will all deuoure Life Ioy and euery pleasant meede Scarce hangeth by a slender threede To all this period fate doth doome That all must vnto nothing come As child in nurses arms by death Included here we draw our breath VVhere all our solace is vnstable Out death vnknowne ineuitable VVhich none by strength alternate may Riches or birth or other way And earth is promiser of rest VVhich is not as it seem'd possest None haue contentment at their call And smalest sweet abounds in gall VVhen we thinke surest for to stand Then greatest slidings are at hand One danger sildome comes alone But moe proceed ere that be gone The Castels which repulse a foe Cannot defend a man from woe VVherefore old Solon did commend To call none happie till their end And Dyon gaue this sentence rare The shorter life the lesser care From birth that prison we ascend On earth as stage to take our end And here a life enui'd we haue And no true rest vntill our graue VVherefore fooles heauen but wise mens hell Vaine Earth I bid thy ioyes farewell FINIS Ad suos libros AS Time and the cold graue Concludeth euery thing So you I ended haue Poore bookes amidst the spring Euen as the Larke saluted day And siluer drops bedewd each way Go now and pardon craue Of that heroick knight Which wisedome doth embraue Whom if you know not right His bountie stature compleat forme And valour great shall you informe His haire like wreaths of gold Do shade his manly face So warlike to behold As Mars the God of Thrace Nature and Art did both consent So to contriue him excellent His Lady fresh also And daughters vertues flowers Adorne you as you goe Vntill your latest houres Which goodly creatures to be seene Seeme Lillies on their stalkes so greene So passe away and if that enuie stirre T' is but a stingles drone a barking cur
THE MAIDEN QVEENE Entituled The Britaine shepheardes teares for the death of Astrabomica Augmented the worldes vanitie Both in sententiall verse necessary and profitable to bee read of all Men. 1607. Sola Virtus expers Sepulchri Imprinted at London by I.W. for Iohn Browne and are to be sold at his shop in Saint Dunstons Churchyard in Fleetstreet To the right worshipfull and vertuous Ladie Katherine wife vnto the worthy sir George Morton Knight RAre Chrisolite of vertues treasurie Within whose lookes rarieties doe daunce In liuing Corrall and pure Yourie Enamelling your modest countenance Whose holy life like Angels attomies Make strangers giue you tributarie praise Adamaske blush which by no dieing dies But springs when death Lifes prentiship decayes In steed of siluer Vallance let me draw Your fauours heauenly in Diapor On these complaintes of Astrabonica Ambrosian Ladie if you grant it her My Muse shall make your worship loÌ„ger knowne Then Nymphs or Charactries on marble stone Your worships to command Henry Raymonde In Zoilum VVHen Pan with great Apollo did contend For glorie of sweet touch and accent pure The Phrigian King as Iudge the strife to end To rurall Pan the Laurell did assure Phoebus offended with his vniust doome Gaue Asses eares to such as claim'd his roome Then iudge on Zoilus boldly for to you The Asses eares his head and all are due Pascitur in viuis liuor post fata quiescit The Britaine Shepheardes teares for the death of Astrabonica in sententiall Verse Canto I. VVHen Rubie spring in primrose weede Bespang'd fresh louers season The Virgin Queene of heauenly seede By vertue soule and reason Mox cetam ad superos moritu ra Astraa reces sit Iuuen. Audacious fate declin'd supprest And Englands ioy depriued This Orient Corrall Natures best Whom death againe reuiued In heauen fame and Cinders she Igne suo Vitam dum raspit igne capit phoenica c. preper Suruiuing absent flieth And dead sequestred liues in three And as the Phoenix dieth Enuie I laugh thy worst to scorne Thy smiles with murthers vnder The glories which by her were borne Shall kill with double wonder Her spirit rich in saintes designes Eagle-eide wisedome teaching Higher then Hiperion shines Her contemplations reaching Ruling with meekenesse and reward Goddesse of vertues gardaine Most God-like she was here prepard To conquer vice with pardon And when pale death did her conuince King Iames in vertue shining Succeedes and now that noble Prince Supports vs from declining Which sacred states by fate disioinde The liuing raigns for euer The dead is vnto fame combinde Aud either times outliuer Cant. II. Aurora weepe thou pearly mhirre Distill each incensorie groue True shepheardes teares to shed on her That was the azure heauens loue Thou Iuniper and Sicomere Deplore you Astraes fatall fall VVeepe Laurel to Apollo deare And Violets which the prime do call For Astra faire with hairs adorn'd Like Tinsil diaperd on pearle The iealous starres haue death suborn'd To steale her hence more lucent girle Astranubes condidit lunam nec clarius fulgentsydera her For heauens faire Lamps that glister so From her perfection hid their face Or els they had with scornefull woe Beene Sun-burnt by more lucent grace Her breath was like the verdure worne On Sommers forehead Maias birth Cannot with such perfume adorne The closet of greene mantled earth Of nightingales a consort sweet Recorded whilst the Nymphs with Palme Shrowded faire Astraes winding sheet Of Cassia and spiced Balme Quidsibene notum porticus Agrippate conspexerit ire tamen superest Numa quo denenit Ancus hora. Thus all betweene the Sunne and Earth Conuerse with men but like the snow For what promotion health or wealth Is there but time doth ouerthrow Thus life presentes the new sprung May That morning blewes and heat of noone Blights that it flourish'th not a day Declining in it selfe more soone Cant. III. The Cinocure whose glistring light Was clearer of my pleasures morne Hath lockt me in cares Ebon night bound in the chaire of fortunes scorne The Cinthia of my thought is lost So vaine it is to flourish here But after her my loue shall post To meete againe my natiue deere So on the sweet Pastane faire Of her rich foreheads Edin plaine Where all the loue of heartes repaire My flocke of ioyes may feede againe That walking with thee in the groue Elisus campit â—datur ora tueâ—â— tua Virg Where blessed soules delights are shut My wretched eies may once more roue Vpon thy lookes that life did cut From me but if vnwasted art Yet sporting by the Elizian shore I will come serue thee with the part Of dutie not perform'd before Post quam te partem anima mea rapuit maturior Viâ— nec Charus noc supersles ipse suâ— mihi Hor. For thee I waste as wood on flames Or as dissolued wax on coales And pine much like the gnat that games Him in the lampe till death controles Nunc ager Vm brens sub nomie no nuper Osellii dictus erit nulle propriut Hor. Thus earthly thinges are not our owne Their blossomes euery blast decayes Those that on earth are longest showne Do spring and fall within few dayes Qui Letheum transiit flumen nulla illum posent reducere Carina Sene. The tree in morne that proudly grew Ere glade is often blowne away And then no showers can it renew To flourish after first decay Canto IIII. VVheÌ„ Prime fancies weeping mother Corral buds as ioyes fore-commer Brought from radiant Sol her brother To ennamell Ladie Sommer Astra the rose-bud of our spring Dying Et longum formose vale vale inquit Iola Virg with second life was crown'd And euery Muse and euery thing Her chest in weeping fare wells drown'd The Hyrachies in Tempe greene With siluer girdled Thames decreede Cui parem alma fides non inueniet Hor. For to enterre this maiden Queene Whose better neuer should succeede Her soule fled to the Edin doore In dulcent gardaines taking ease Nepenthe doth her ioyes restore VVithout the cup of Menales There Ceres giues her Atis flowre Venus her louers stammell bud Hermophrodite erects her bowre By Atis in the mirtle wood There sport with them by quiet Leathe A while my ioy and I will come And kisse thy footesteps after death As now I do adorne thy tombe Fortuna vt me dicus ignarus multos coecat Eras Thus when worldes chiefest things arise Chance bends our minds to fancy those VVith which most swift away she flyes VVhen on them once our liking growes Canto V. Ergo Quintilium perpetuus soper vrget Hora. DId then the flower of maidens fall Into deathes slumber no not so But saintes did her to heauen call VVith them in Paradise to go Micat inter omnes Iulium sidus velut inter ignes Luna minores Saying thou Phoenix of all starres Come to the crowned Virgins here A dore thy Sauiour and the scarres