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 Hee 'd freedome of discourse not privacie Jests 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 by the eye Loves fever at the casements of the soule Entring enflamed every secret part That passion now his reason doth controule And with the gyves of Love en-chaines his heart And walking with Bardino seeking pleasures He did Bellama sing in loftie measures To his Companion in prayse of BELLAMA DO'st see you towring hills you spreading trees Which wrap their lofty heads in clouds dost see Yon house of little worth and lesser height Dost thinke a Iewell of ten thousand weight Can dwell within that sootie Carkanet Dost think the gawdie Sun each night does set And riseth from yon roofe Dost think the Moone With double horne and glittring tapers soone Will issue thence Didst ever see an eye Which checkt the beames of awfull Majesty Dost thinke an earth-borne beauty can be found Which darts forth lustre from the sullen ground To kisse the glorious skies or canst thou thinke The Queene of beautie dwells in such a chinke Dost thinke t is poore why doe I question so Thou dar'st confirme all this by oath I know Since my Bellama's there all life all breath Whose presence can enlive the soule of death Despight of sickly Nature she is all faire And truly meriteth Bellezza's chaire All those faire treasures which dispersed lye 'Twixt Poles and Parallels pay to her eye And with her span contracted in her meet As radiant red white smooth soft rich and sweet She is the worlds Epitomy and soule And with her inch of earth out-worths the whole Shee 's beauties Archy-fount as riv'lets small Borrow from greater currents and they all Pay tribute to the Ocean just so The dimmer shafts of winged Cupids Bow Borrow from brighter the brightest pay Homage unto Bellama beauties day I tell thee there 's not one small worth of hers But loudly sayes that foppish nature erres In other beauties nor is this all for why Her thoughts pluck starres and dark th' imperiall skie Vertue and Beautie both why 't is as rare As frosts in Iune or Comets in the aire As Crowes in Africk Aeâ—lus want puffes Or she-precisians want Geneva ruffes Yet my Bellam ' alone and one unites The beauteous colours noble red and whites With heavens issue Vertue dar'st then deny If not divine her halfe a Deitie Tip Cynthia's hornes with wonder winde alâ—ud And mount the saddle of a wiâ—ged cloud Then circle earth and see if thou canst finde Halfe such a feature with so rare a minde I know when thou returnst thou 'lt say with me Bellama's beautie is a A percee Thus he to rockes and bushes did discover The secret flames which scorcht his heated breast Though he as yet was not a vocall lover But shrowded his close love in smiles and jest Yet Fortune ftentimes does Venus grace Hee got lip-freedome in an eye-lesse place For there a Turkes Elyzium was the stage Whereon the Virgines acted parts of mirth Which Nature did with nobler gifts engage And decked more than other parts of earth And Bellam's breath was such a powerfull thing It here did keepe an everlasting spring The angry puffings of congealing East And sturdy North cold Winters stoutest roysters Durst ne're oâ— curled lockes the trees devest Nor e're were heard to whistle in their cloysters Such vernall blasts came from Bellama's mouth Kept here Favonius and the dropping south And if sharp frosts did in her absence steale Into this place and glaz'd the tatling streames Then into chrystall would the springs congeale And ev'ry flower was rayd with silver beames Yet if Bellama did but glance her eye The chrystall and the silver thence did flye Nay strange it was to heare the purling wet The sawcie frost with angry murmures chide And with its constant jarres and struglings fret Then thaw to teares and on the Venice slide Yet oft Bellama would call in her rayes To view the silver purles and chrystall wayes Into this garden once Albino got Yet ah but once and met his soveraigne faire Hoping their hearts should ty the Gordian knot He fand her beauty with such courting aire For though he was a Monk love did instruct him And to Loves pallace Fortune did conduct him He oftentimes with trembling thombe would presse Her dauncing veine way to her heart to finde Whilst conscious she her looks with red wold dresse Fearing her pulse was traytor to her minde For 't is entruth'd by some that by this vaine We may the knowledge of affections gaine Such knowledge gaind he by her pulses touch Which leapt to meet not chide his busie thombes That he desir'd a kisse and found it such Whose sweetnesse far out-sweets Hybla's combes Then cryd give for each lip a cherry-sweet And then a third in which they two may meet Such quickning heat was from those kisses lent That thawd his voyce and did unfreeze his tongue Packt thence despaire exiled discontent And made him vent what was concealed long For though desire and love each minute bid him Yet feare his habit and her beauty chid him Madam quoth he vouchsafe a courteous eare Vnto my words sent from an amorous heart Which hath long time bin wrackt with hope fear Grisely despaire and Cupids awfull dart And till this time restrain'd by black disasters Could ne're apply lip-love or vowell-plasters Be pleas'd to know yet sure you needs must know it A beauty so divine must needs divine Though I should want heart hand or voyce to show it When first your beauty in mine eyes did shine They slipt into my breast and told my heart The god of love by them had sent adart My heart made quick reply if hearts have voyce You ever have such faithfull servants been That what you like I 'le freely call my choyce For beauty brought by you does fires teen Carry this message back tell her 't is best That hers should heat my bosome I her breast Peace peace quoth she speak not a word oflove For feare my anger scornes and folly writes Eagles love Eagles and the Dove the Dove Hankes brook not Buzzards or the Pheasant Kites Equals love equals but un-equall flame Is teen'd wiâ—hfolly and expires with shame True quoth he likenesse does the heart encline Greatnesse loves greatnesse without farther search Yet crawling Ivies loftie Elmes en-twine And gall-lesse Turtles with the Eagles pearch I baulk your greatnesse for as good not great I homage pay
I will ope no gate This answer made Albino's anger lowder And vowd a passage bought at any rate So leapt upon the slave with nimble strength And measurd on the earth his ugly length Albino hastes to th'posterne having got The keyes but ' monâ—st so many much was puzzled To finde the right Foâ—po mean while did trot Vnto some chambers where the â—havelings nuzzled And them with our-cryes rayfed to surprise Albino â—arved â—n Courado's guise Like penancers with linnen on their backes The bald-pates ran to seize upon their pray But yet their haste a femi-momont lackes Albino through the gate had found a way And snatching ouâ— the keyes did them encage Râ—ising a Bulw arke to withstand their rage Then thankt his starres that thus deliverd him From dangers which did threaten nought but death For he by th'verge of Mare mort did swim And did expect his latest gale to breath Nay these late troubles had him so dis-harted That every shadow ' lmost the union parted You whose disasters some proportion hold Helpe my weake phansie to expresse his feares Teach me my rithmes in Cypresse to enfold From thwarted lovers borrow me some teares Fetch me some grones from the ascending thiefe And from the inquisition fetch me griefe Without demurres Albino left the wicket Fearing the Monkes should bribe the faithlesse lock And steerd his course unto a well-grown thicket Whose lofty hill was armd with many a rock He envies sculls that wayt on spit and oven And vowes nere more to see that hated coven Have you beheld the stately pacing stagge Flying the ecchoes of some deep-mouth'd hounds How first his brow does weare a ferny flaggc And with curvaitings beates the quaking ground Telling the Fawns wood-nymphs that he scorns The hounds horse huntsmen and their warbling hornes But when he is embost in blood and sweat When travaile on his swifrnesse fetters hangs He then is frighted with the shrill recheat And feares a pinking with the yellers fangs Seekes e'ry where for shelter and dares rush Maled with feare into the sharpest bush So far'dit with Albino whilst he had Fate at a becke commanded fortunes wheele Was called by his Donnes active lad He thought his joyes were walled in with steele Slighted misfortune envie set at nought And braving malice dar'din every thought But when his towring heart was taught to know Humiliation and selfe-confidence Was strucken dead with famine flame and snow Although his geniall starres had freed him thence He feares the Monkish rabble and he shrowdes Himselfe in caves encurtaindround with clowds In his dark house he heard a feeble voyce Breathd from the corrals of some weakned maid At first concealment was his better choyce Till pitry set an edge upon his blade Then guidcd by the cry he saw a Royster Did in his armes perforce a Nymph encloyfter Yet seeing home-spun russet stopt his pace Saying by this what honour shall I gaine But in his eye so curious was her face Though maskt and blubberd ore with brackish raine That he forthwith unsheathd his trusty Turke Cald forth that blood which in his veines did lurk So stepping forward cryes Injurious slave Vnto what basenesse does thy folly tempt her Who answerd him Fond soole thy foolish brave From my decreed end shall not exempt her Befâ—iend me Queen of Cypresse and in spight Of force or Fortune I le have my delight Desist Albino sayes or olse I vow By all those tapers which enrich the night I le make pale death strew Cypresse on thy brow And to th' infernall shades thy soule will fright Cease from thy brutish rape or else prepare Thy cursed lungs to draw the Stygian ayte Quoth the rude Sylvan I 'am past that age Which with Bug-bears the foppish nurse does fright Hence curtaine-squire smock-groom nrine-page I le have no testates unto my delight Pack hence with speed or by Actaeons head My weightie falcheon shall pronounce thee dead Well sayes Albino since thou 'lt not dcsist Prove the adventures of a bloody duell One of our threads fell Atrops shall unt wist For to my rage kinde pitty lendeth fuell To free a virgine from thy gryping pawes I judge well pleasing unto natureslawes They claspt their Helms and buckled to their fight Twixt whom no umpire was but meagre death The wooddards greene with Tyrian dye was dight Who now desires a minutes space to breath Albino gave the truce yet but to breath His valour scornd to crowd into the sheath Then did his nimble slight and courage shew Baining a stroake but poynted at his breast Which op't a doore whereat his spirits flew And well nigh set his fainting soule at rest With that th'enfeebled Sylvan weakly cryes Hold hold thy hand or else Sylvanus dyes Dost call for mercie sayes Albino now And all thy thoughts erstwhile triumphant rid I seek not murder may I save my vow That I should joy in blood my starres forbid I am content the virgines voyce shall seale Thy death or pardon if thou make appeale Faire virgine quoth Sylvanus pitty is The onely grace that gives a virgin price Remission crownes a heart with greater blisse Then to hang iron on weak natures vice The rayes of your bright beauty urg'd desire Your feature kindled lust love blowd the fire The virgin answerd I did never suck The Tygers dugges the Lionesse and Bare Nor from a reeking breast an heart did plucke Never will I in blood with vultures share But since submission speakes from voyce and knee Kinde pitty thins the fault and pardons thee Then to Albino sayes Heroick youth May all the blessings which attend on man Felicitate thy life and to buy truth To words I dare doe more than virgines can But above all I wish may natures pride Lillies and Roses inter-twine thy bride But yet alas to recompence by ayres So large a bounty and so free is poore Yet why may not a spotlesse virgines prayers Wingd with desire unclaspe high heavens doore Accept of this and if the Fates befriend me These blessings which I wish for shal attend thee Natures sole wonder beauties onely gem Quoth he my valour and my feeble armes If your perfections had not strengthned them Could not have freed you from intended harmes Ascribe the honour to your matchlesse face My courage merits not the meanest place Yet had I swom through seas of steaming blood And past through Nitre flames that belch forth led Had all the Furies arm'd with vipers stood T' have stopt my passage or pronounc't me dead I would have thrown the dye my fortune tryde T' have bought you freedome though in crymson dyde For when mine eyes sent forth the farthest glance To fetch th'Idaea of your beauty in That very sight my sences did intrance And made my thoughts excuse Sylvanus sin For sure your quickning rayes can melt a snow On which the windes of age and sorrow blow But why doe I upon the Ela rayse Thy noble worth and yet intend to wooe Since beauty
Lè Horè di recreatione or The pleasante Historye of ALBINO and BELLAMA to which is annexed il insonio in sonodado or the vindication of Poesye by N W M A London Printed for Charles Greene 1637 Le hore direcreatione OR THE PLEASANT HISTORIE OF Albino and Bellama Discovering the severall changes of Fortune in CUPIDS journey to HYMENS joyes To which is annexed Il Insonio Insonadado or a sleeping-waking Dreame vindicating the divine breath of Poesie from the tongue-lashes of some Cynical Poet-quippers and Stoicall Philo-prosers By N. W. Master in Arts of Queenes Colledge in Cambridge Semel in anno ridet Apollo Ergo Nèmeametratibi Musâ composta jocosâ Delibatapriùs quám sint contempta relinquas LONDON Printed by J. D. for C. G. and are to be sold at the Princes Armes in Pauls churchyard 1637. TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE RIGHT Worthy and truely ennobled Hero IOHN Lord Loveliss Baron of HURLEY N. W. S. P. O. THE Law-enactors whilst time fear'd the rod Faign'd in their lawes the presence of a god Whose awful nod wisedome grave shold bâ— As hand and signet unto their decree And such commanding aw that sacred name Struck in the vulgar breasts it teen'd a flame Of Love and duty to their pious hefts Thus Rhadamanthus in his lawes invests Him whom prophaner times stil'd Heavens King Minos and others strike the selfe-same string The Moral 's mine for in this quirking season When pride and envie steere the Helme of reason Itis has with Presse-taskers been in use To presse the issue of their prose and Muse Vnder the Ensignes of some worthy Peere Whose very name unsatyr can a jeere And lock detraction up in beds of clay To sleepe their suns as Reare-mice doe the day Then doe they bravely march with honour arm'd Which as the gods the people charmeth charm'd On this knowne priveledge feete I these lines In which though dimmer then your native shines Your worth en-fired by my kneed quill Which claimes the scale not of desertes but wil In your acceptance and the worlds surmise Then Cynicks barke and Critekes beame your eyes My quill's no pensill to emblason forth Your stainlesse honour and your matchlesse worth As dust-borne flyes which 'bout the candle play Glide throughits arch en-circle fan survay Winke at the presence of dayes beamy blaze Pur on the glasse or on hearb-pillowes laze Iust so my downy Muse in Distiques dare Feete the perfection of a silklesse faire Pumex each parr so trimly that her foe Sweares her cheekes roses and her bosome snow Nay has strewd flowres of desertlesse prayse T' adorne the Tombe of good Sr worthy Crayse Vnder this ah mee stone is laid alas A man a knight the best that ever was His prowesse war his wisedome state did prove His kindnesse kindred and the world his love But when shee should with her weake feathers soare To court a star or with her feeble oare Strike such a sea of worth ride honours ring Shee dares not touch or snaffle saile or wing Onely as he which limb'd those teares and sighs Which Iphigenias death from hearts and eyes Of kindred drew but ore her father's brow Telling the world hee mourud without an how Hee drew a vaile spake sorrow in excesse So with a must my muse expresse Your sacred worth concluding it to bee Too high for any Bard if not for mee Beside the world of late has nicknam'd praise Calls it an elbow-claw and scraping bayes Then pardon Sir this dearth and iudge the why Is your worth soar'd above Parnasse's eye Let not your slights or nescio's thogh most iust Condemne my muse to bee en-seild with dust Nor let presumption hâ—yste to your embrace But rather let your honour bate its place And stoope unto my measures since the name Of Patrone awes oft times the breath of fame And by this honour shall you ere en-gage The knee hand duty ayre and thriving age Of your honours ever humbly devoted N. W. To the Reader COurteous Reader For to such I write With native candor view this checkred white Be truly eandid to a candidate Whom importunings force to ante-date The travails of his quill and like a grapâ— Ere ripened presse it yet if I escape The censure of these times this Critick age My Muse like Parrats in a wyer cage Shall not doe penance but I 'le not promise it Cause 't doth too much o th' lips of greatnesse sâ—â— And t is a fault for me to sympathize I bring no anticke maske in strange disguize No sharpe invective nor no Comick mirth Which may to laughter give an easie birth Though t is in use with them that seeke to please These humorous times it being a disease â—alfe Epidemicall to keepe a phrase Or phansie at staves end nought merits prayse Vnlesse with quibbels every staffe does end Conceited jests which unto lightnesse tend Though every page swels with ingenuous â—lots Yet cry our carpes the Authors are but sots An Elbow-pillow or a motley coate With them are now the cheifest men of note But I nor am nor hope that name to gaine Of Panto mimick yet did nature daigne The Optick-glasse of Humours to descrye Each mans ranke humour onely by the eye I would have tun'd my Muse that every page Might swell with humours suting to this age This leafe should talke of love and that of statâ— This of alarums that of wonders prate This of Knights Errante of Enchantement that This to the itching eares of nouels chat But since my starv'd Fortunes mist that I have drawne A picture shadowd ore with double lawne Lest some quick Lyncist with a pearcing eye Should the young foot-steps of a truth espye Yet something I confesse was borne of late Which makes me age it with an ancient date But let no antick-hunter poste to Stow To trace out truth upon his even snow Annalls are dumbe of such and such a Lord Nor of our amorous paire speake halfe a word Monastick writs doe not Bellama lim Nor Abbey-roules doe teeme a line of him This story has no syres as 't is the vse But weake invention and a feeble Muse These are the parents that abortive birth Give to this Embrion of desired mirth Which in the authors name does humbly crave A charitable censure or a grave The purest-boulted floure that is has bran Venus her Naeue Helen her staine nor can I thinke these lines are censure-frec empalde By th' muses and ' gainst envyes Iavelins mal'd Yet where the faultes but whisper vse thy pen With the quodnon vis of the Heathen men And if the crimes doe in lowd Ecchoes speake Thy spunge but not with lashing Satyrs break That sacred bond of friendship for t' may bee I may hereafter doe as much for thee Nor doe thou think to trample on my Muse Nor in thy lofty third-ayre braves accuse My breast of faintnesse or the ballad-whine For know my heart is full as big as thine And as pure fire heates my octavo bulke
his friend a Panagericke upon his lovers Albino and Bellama THough I have vowd a silence and as yet Resolved not to travell out in jet Chiefly in Print yet your intending presse Makes me my thoghts with courage language dresse With smooth-straind meeter that the world may know My strict engagements how much I owe To you your worth which may command a line From him which swears gainst all but what 's divine The hignesse of your stile the quicknesse life Will in judicious readers raise a strife More than the Ball amongst th'engoddest three Which gaines the best but all are best by mee Matchlesse in my conceit adde then to these The neatnesse of your plots and sweare a please To the grim Stoick and the Satyr'd brow Forceth delight through strictnesse neatnesse vow Grow abler still in phansie impe thy quill Write any thing if something feare not ill If poesie be thus revenged by thy dreame How will it flourish when'ts thy morning theame Sleeping or waking let us have thy quill And sleepe and Vigils shall admire thy skill I. Pickerin Imprimatur Sa. Baker Iune 22. 1637. THE PLEASING HISTORY OF ALBINO AND BELLAMA WHen British I fles begirt with moistned sand Neptunes blew pallace the Tritons walk Albania hight her name who first did land Of all the Sisters or from rocks of chalke From sad oppression had unyoakt their necks And payd obedience unto Adâ—ll's beckes Then in those Halcyon dayes of peace and joy A vertuous Lady most transcendent creature Fairer then her whose beautie cyndar'd Troy Grace deckt her minde her mind grace her feature So that each part made Helen out of date And every grace a goddesse could create Vertue and beautie both in her did strive Which should in worth and grace surpasse the other Nor age of consistency both did thrive Till this Dian ' out-rayde that Cupids mother Nay men by beames of her cleare beautie might Scale Titans Chariot and out-ray his light ' Mongst Natures precious things we finde a jem Blushed and purpled ore with Amathisles Which fiery Carbuncles with sparkles hem And which the Emrauldes purest vert entwists Meeting so well that Lapidaries wist 'T was Emraulde Carbuncle and Amathist So in this precious Payre pure Agathite Aurora's purpling blush was clearely seene Saba's bright Rose and Leda's Swan-like white The true proportion of Adonis Queene Blended so well that in this curious frame Aurora Saba Leda Venus came And as the hony-making waxen thigh'de Inhabitants of Hyblaes fragrant vailes Whom onely Natures dimme instinct does guide Chuse their commander with their tunefull hailes Pay homage honour him and feare his frownes With same observance as the people Crownes So by the same instinct the blushing Rose Vail'd bonnet to her cheekes admired red The Lillyes to her bosome brow and nose The Phoenix stript her selfe to Crowne her head The chirping Choristers with willing choyce Sat silent to admire her warbling voyce Perfum'd Arabia with her Spice and Gummes Payde homage to the odours of her lips To her with fawning postures lickes and hummes The yellow Lyon and the Tyger skips Fire dares not scorch her face nor winter chill heâ— And death himself lookt pale wheÌ„ cald to kill heâ— The amorous Sunne if shee walkt out by day Would veine his jâ—nnets to behold her face And wrapt in admiration by his stay Had rather melt the Orbes than mend his pace And if the middle Ayre in walles of jet Enjoyde his beames hee thawed into wet If in the raigne of silent night abroade Shee rang'd the Empresse of the lowest Spheare Amaz'd at her perfections left her roade And rang'd about where shee appear'd t' appeare Nay mournd in darknesse if denide her sight As when dayes Hanchman does deny her light The curled tapers of the Firmament Did cease to twinke but gaz'd with fixed eyes In their owne Orbe refusing to be pent And strove to leape upon the lower skies Nay did o th' second Ayre like Comets hang To dart their câ—ispes at beauties onely spang The Sea-borne-Planet popped out her Lampe And t' see her selfe out-shind by her did rage The marching War-god did remoove his campe With faire Lady Curtaine warre to wage Hermes by Jove being of an errand sent Stay'd on her face in her embraces pent Dull-aged Saturne on whose sullen brow Nere dwelt a Smile since Iove usurpt his Crowne To gaze on her his waightie head did bow And with a smile un-plaiced every frowne Nay Iove himselfe descended from his chayre To take a full survay of this this fayre And more her winning looks disperc'd such charmes All eyes commanding and all hearts surprizing That Venus bad her Sonne provide him armes Fearing his setting by this bright Starres rising For though men say loues eyes are more then dim Yet her faire beautie did enlighten him But with entreaties he had beate the Ayre And on the Tawney-moore his waters cast For having pow're to conquer being faire Sh 'ad pow're not to be conquerd being chaste So that his amorous sleights and winged arrow Could not have op't her breast o pierc'd her marrow This Phoenix was Bellama call'd a word Well suiting her deserts shee daughter was And heire apparant to a wealthy Lord Who had more acres then an acre grasse He lou'd his lands and hugd his minted treasure Yet his Bellama was his soule of pleasure His place of residence was in a Chace Checkquerd with thick-growne thornes and sturdy oakes Wherein majestick Stags and Buckes did pace That scornd the hounds dard thâ— barbed stroakes 'T was called Riuelount not distant far From Starley of that shire the metro-Star The neighbouring swaines were pauld with coaches thunder And loud curvaitings of their foaming Steeds Whose irond hoofes did crash the rockes in sunder Happie was he who sheath'd in costly weeds Could win admission to this happie place Where Naturâ—â— wealth was lockt up in a face Each glance shee sent the object did engem And he that wan a smile possess'd a mine A haire was prized at a Diadem A ribban made the treade the ecliptick line A ring out-face a thunder but a kisse Was the elixar heart and soule of blisse Some of their lands some of their valours spoke Some of their Falcons and their merry bels Some reade the price of such a suite and cloake And one of hounds and running horses tells All speake of something yet but few with wit All aim'd at wise yet few could purchase it Some spake in oathes as if they thought the earth Was peopled ore with faithlesse infidells Another swore because he feard a dearth Of other Language yet in oathes excells All sweare enough and he that did it least Might be grand swearer at Ven-Bacchus feast Others there were that could not bigly prate Who did their evidences bring with them One brought his halls to plead one his estate This brought a Watch to court and that a Gem One brought a large descent white and blacke Which derived from old Pergams
and loves alarums beat Those airy titles which ambition swell And puffe like bladders or like bladders burst The worldlings goddesse which in chests does dwel Is gnawne with rust and makes the chesters curst Honour is ty'd unto the Princes eye And wealth to Fortunes mutability I have not wealth nor doe I want what then Must Hymen stoope unto the nods ofgold Must I vaile Bonnet unto Ermin men And Vertue by the Herauld be controlde No love does blaze the noblest armes and she That can maintaine herselfe in love can me Stay stay quoth she you will be out of winde Me thinkes the voyce of greatnesse speakes delight Our Poets onely then faigne Cupid blinde When children of the Sun doe dote on Night Or folly mounted on Icarian wings Courts Queens affections does gaze on Kings No sayes Albino 't is the contrary Love never is more purblinde then when earth Joynes house to house and pedigrees doe tye Scutcheons to Scutcheons in pure vertues dearth For Regall flames blest goodnesse onely teenes And vertue ought to court the love of Queenes We all are borne for publique good 't is vaine With torch-light to embellish Titans rayes Or cast our stock of water in the maine Such love from lawes of love and nature strayes But those that Fortune hath enricht with goods Should darne up natures wants by mixing bloods Was I the Caesar of the Romane stemmes Once onely darling to the King of skies Did both the Indies pay me tribute-Gemmes I 'de not unite a double Majestie For being no distinction in degree She would assume that honour due to me Shee 'd chide me sooner than I durst check her And as the proverbe quarrell for the breeches On some choyce meane that honour I 'de conferre Should sue with humble Sirs and low beseeches Thus was she tyde to payment of respects I licenc'd with state-love to mixe neglects Where beauty does indite and vertues seale Greatnesse is not requir'd to set his hand Though greatnesse here may vertues acts repeale Yet vertues acts in Cupids courts must stand Then where I finde grace feature vertues dwell I 've greatnesse wealth and honour tole the bell Then with kinde aires life of my wishes speake Bid honour know his distance wealth depart And let the day of true contentment break From thy cleare lips to cheare my misted heart O with owne circle let my armes enfold The soule of honour and the heart of gold Sir quoth Bellama wealth is not my aime Nor does the gales of honour heave my soule I higher prize an action than a name And value more a pamphlet than a roule Where I with come linesse finde vertue mixt My love eyes thoughts are on that object fixt I speake not much of love lest you presume And speak a little lest you should despaire I would not have my words your hopes deplume Nor feather them to reach the highest aire I summe up all in this when as I say I will not with disdaines thy service pay Oh happy words oh more than sacred breath Albino live Bellama sayes thou must Confront dire Fate and challenge meagre death 'T is not in them to moulder thee to dust Yet be advis'd let not proud folly in The conquest is as great to hold as win Our Anchorist with all the words that joy Hearting a lover was acquainted with Accosts his Saint rewards the winged boy And congies to the Queene of heate and pith Smiled and glanc'd payd thanks desir'd a kisse And prayd time give an age unto his blisse But when dayes lamp had wan the westerne clyme And wrapt his head in Sea-greene Thetis lap Our lover must observe the chaunting time And bids his Saint adiew oh hard mishap Oh t is a hell to think what hellish paine True lovers by unkinde divorcement gaine Yet by that time the hoary headed Syre Had sum'd twelve sixty minutes he againe Returnd t' his Lady when bright Tytans fire Was newly risen from the brackish maine And common greetings past amidst their pleasures He in his Ladies hands these lines entreasures Vpon Bellama's walking in the Garden and with him MY teeming phansie strives choyce fair to chain Eternity to time that nere shall waine And make those garden minutes see the Sun Entombd in darknesse and the earth un-spun Ere they expire that all succeding times May know and tell the subject of these rimes Assist me Flora that I may with grace Worthy its honour shadow forth that place Of spreading trees sweet hearbs and fragrant Flowres Enricht with pleasing walkes and shady Bowres Each twigge with amorous touch embrac't his Mate Like Bacchus sacred tree his propping state Or Ivie Elme that neither Sun nor Winde To his retired conclaves passage finde Within whose walles a halfe-nights darknesse dwelles Which Satyrs growing pallaces excelles Or Anchorets secluding Hermitage Here like a common Theater or Stage Each spiced childe of earth in Summer robe And Iris mantle opes his closed globe Knowes his appearing cue and freely playes o th' wisht-for presence of your quickning rayes Such perfect vivifying influence Dwells in your lookes Lights Chariot driven hence That your sole presence can create a Spring From Winters frozen bands can loose each thing From Earths entombing Sepulchre can raise Each sleeping Flowre to chaunt forth Maia's prayse This made amazement seize my minde to view Halfe-aged Winter bid so soone adiew To this Elyzium of the Pagans joy And Chloris with ber new-brusht clothes so coy Before and hardly to be wonne come forth Crownd with the glory of her springing worth To court our eyes nay more the bare-fac'd Earth Coverd with Carpets greene befringed round With smiling Rosie trees with glorious store Of Dazies Suckles Cow-slips studded ore Like hunting Vestes of Satonisco greene Embost with Gems by Fawns and wood-nymphs Queen Worne when the tushed Boare Beare panting Hart Th'unkennell rouze dis-franke with nimble art And lest your spotlesse soles should suffer ill Ayres fleeting tuns Câ—rystalline streames distill To wash the grassie-tufted tapestry Which whistling windes with murm'rings hasle to dry Andev'ry tender branch whereon you tread To make your traciâ—g pacing moves its head Alcinous Orchard or that precious root Which bore old Atlas daughters golden fruit Th' Idalian mount where Cytherea strayd Or that where Ceres lucklesse daughter playd When as the King of shades surprized her Nor may the Romanes pride with this confer For here all Maia's treasures are united Which doe which shall or sences e're delighted Yet summer'd by your eye each Flower does bud Blâ—ssomes sprouts opens bloomes and chewes the cud Your presence hearts them all O be as kinde As unto them to me shoot through my rinde Shine through my heart with one one smiling ray So shall it open blossome sprout as they Spic't with the choycest sweets e're Venus bad In all the postures of true service clad Trimd with the beauties of the richest spring All fertile too all store of fruit shall bring This choyce affection that
virgines hart To heare of love and never fecle his dart Madam for sooth quoth Lady Arda I Ne're found such comfort ith'innupted life Nor think the blessings of virginity Can equall the contentments of a wife My voyce should not assent unto her vow To wreath with willow sprigs her melting brow Quoth Piazzella I am grieved sore To heare such scandals thrown upon our vow To heare Diana whom all ought t' adore And her chaste votaries depraved now I know not what contents attend a wife But sure they equall not th'innupted life Again your honours you doe much impeach To force your daughter from this happy state Twixt her and happinesse you make a breach And pull upon your heads a cursed Fate Heavens un-buckle will their clowds of raine Death or diseases if you part our traine The body 's better than the sheathing skin And ought with greater care to be maintain'd The guest is farre more worthy than the Inne And ought with greater study to be traind The soule mounts heaven when earrhs aged womb The Skeleton her issue does entombe Away with arguments in vain you plead Our vow quoth they lockt not her girdle ever I quoth Pazzella doe abjure the Tede Hymen shall ne're my holy orders sever But spite of all the trickes the world does nurse I le keepe my virgines from the bridall curse Without demurres Don Rivelezzo then With shrill-voyc't trumpet made an eccho speake Straight was the house environed with men Which with their leaden gloabes an entrance break The aire was frighted with the powder-thunder The bellowing noyse did split the rocks in sunder Affrighted thus the Matrone bid them gang And to Bellama gave a sad adiew Yet in her heart she grypt with Envies fang And o're her lookes a vaile of sorrow drew The joyfull parents having got their daughter Gave a farewell unto the house with laughter Leaving the Coach and Cloyster wee 'l take part With poore Albino in his woe and griefe Who seeing Fortune his designes did thwart And Neptunes grand-child brought him no reliefe Did think to win her presence in disguise He that but one way tries is hardly wise He plotted to invest himselfe with robe Might speak him nobly borne and gallant haire To some vaste measures of this wealthy globe Seated aloft in honours Ovall chaire Procure him then some store of laced capes To wait on him with servile garbes and shapes Pretending to be one o th' Spanish court Giving strange accents to our moderne speech And hither came his wandring minde to sport But that he faces lackt to tune each breech Besides he knew the Matrones care was such She love untwisted in the eye or touch Then a new project did he get on 's braine And sheard the downy mosse from his smooth chin Intending to be one o th' Virgine-traine Like Iupiter huskt in a female skin But that he feard religion could not bridle His active heate twixt linnen to be idle He thought his breaking voyce would him betray Vnlesse he said he ever had a cold He feard the curte fie and the female play Or that his face would make him seeme too old But above all he feard he should not lock His legges within the compasse of a smock In costly vestures he would be arrayde Of high discent and fearing lest his Sire Would force him to an hated pillow strayd With them to teene the holy vestall fire He would be nobly borne not out of pride But to be sheeted by Bellama's side He had no treasure but would promise faire That setled there he should be fed in state Hoping to win the porter with kinde aire That with Bellama he might thread the gate He all would venture and upon this plot Would place his fortunes and the Goâ—dian knot In such accoutrement he vailed was That to himselfe Albino was not knowne He looked for Albino's faceith ' glasse But nothing of himselfe t 'himselfe was showne Each way a mayd enricht with speciall grace As though he had unflowr'd Adonis face He stil'd himselfe Phaeliche onely childe To him who at that time was Folco's Duke And was so like to her whom he was stil'd That she could scarcely say t was not her look For what 's of Issa and her picture writ Was found in them they taskt the Poets wit Vnto this Virgine-cage she fast did pace And knocking at the gate the Porter came Who seeing riches on her back and face With humble voyce desir'd to know her name My name good friend quoth she Phaeliche is I come to taste your choyce Monastick blisse Madam Avaro sayd our rubbish stone With cement joynd shall pretious straight be made In that they shall enspheare so faire an one Phaeliche smiling at the porter sayd Hath time with Iron jawes eate out this pare Which now these Masons do repaire by Art And truth it was Phoeliche Folco's heire Flying the disaster of an hated Tede Coucht in disguises at a cottage bare But how when where task not my amorous lede So that Pazzella's faith writ on her brow The noble treasures of Phoeliches vow Not time it was but an unhappy houre The porter sayd we had a vertuous faire Daughter unto a man of mighty power Begirt our holy walles with sulphure fire And summond harnest men which close did lye They with their leaden worlds at us did play And frighted as you see these stones away Phaeliche knowing that her Adamant Th'impulsive cause of this her virgin-vow Was vanisht thence and gleames of joy did want And wanning sorrow reveld on her brow Scarce could she speak every joynting trembled Yet fear'd the Porter and her feare dislembled Pazzella and the virgines her esteem'd Seeing her feature and un-equald grace Before they knew his parentage or deem'd He was descended from high Folco's race But knowing that their joyes did swell so high That griefe for sorrow slinkt aside to cry But ere the next dayes Sun to let out day Nights Ebon box unlockt she did not brook To heare their private whispers talke and pray Erect the host and kisse a guilded booke For her Bellama has possessed solely So that their water could not make her holy Instead of Virgin-mother she would say My dearest Lady heare my sad complaint Nor to she-Saints would she devoutly pray ' Cause none but her Bellama was a Saint Vnto Loretta as Bellam ' she sweares And calls their holy water but her teares She wondred oft how her Bellama did Two yeares continue in this hated cell And in her thoughts she often-times her chid For dwelling where but formall good does dwell Since in her absence she could scarce abide To sojorne here a double eventide Her braines acquainted was no whit with sloath But plotted how she might escape that Iayle And to this end she vowd her virgin-oath Should for her quick returning put in bayle She thought her breach of virgin-oath no sin Because she onely wore the formall skin She mist in ransacking her Cabbinet