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A12779
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Fovvre hymnes, made by Edm. Spenser
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Spenser, Edmund, 1552?-1599.; Spenser, Edmund, 1552?-1599. Daphnaïda. aut
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1596
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STC 23086; ESTC S111278
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astownd And flocks and shepheards caused to reioyce But now ye Shepheard lasses who shall lead Your wandring troupes or sing your virelayes Or who shall dight your bowres sith she is dead That was the Lady of your holy dayes Let now your blisse be turned into bale And into plaints conuert your ioyous playes And with the same fill euery hill and dale Let Bagpipe neuer more be heard to shrill That may allure the senses to delight Ne euer Shepheard sound his Oaten quill Vnto the many that prouoke them might To idle pleasance but let ghastlinesse And drearie horror dim the chearefull light To make the image of true heauinesse Let birds be silent on the naked spray And shady woods resound with dreadfull yells Let streaming floods their hastie courses stay And parching drouth drie vp the christall wells Let th' earth be barren and bring foorth no flowres And th' ayre be fild with noyse of dolefull knells And wandring spirits walke vntimely howres And Nature nurse of euery liuing thing Let rest her selfe from her long wearinesse And cease henceforth things kindly forth to bring But hideous monsters full of vglinesse For she it is that hath me done this wrong No nurse but Stepdame cruell mercilesse Weepe Shepheard weepe to make my vndersong 4 My litle flocke whom earst I lou'd so well And wont to feede with finest grasse that grew Feede ye hencefoorth on bitter Astrofell And stinking Smallage and vnsauerie Rew And when your mawes are with those weeds corrupted Be ye the pray of Wolues ne will I rew That with your carkasses wild beasts be glutted Ne worse to you my sillie sheepe I pray Ne sorer vengeance wish on you to fall Than to my selfe for whose confusde decay To carelesse heauens I doo daylie call But heauens refuse to heare a wretches cry And cruell death doth scorne to come at call Or graunt his boone that most desires to dye The good and righteous he away doth take To plague th'vnrighteous which aliue remaine But the vngodly ones he doth forsake By liuing long to multiplie their paine Els surely death should be no punishment As the great Iudge at first did it ordaine But rather riddance from long languishment Therefore my Daphne they haue tane away For worthie of a better place was she But me vnworthie willed here to stay That with her lacke I might tormented be Sith then they so haue ordred I will pay Penance to her according their decree And to her ghost doe seruice day by day For I will walke this wandring pilgrimage Throuhout the world from one to other end And in affliction waste my better age My bread shall be the anguish of my mynd My drink the teares which fro mine eyes do raine My bed the ground that hardest I may fynd So will I wilfully increase my paine And the my loue that was my Saint that is When she beholds from her celestiall throne In which shee ioyeth in eternall blis My bitter penance will my cafe bemone And pitie me that liuing thus doo die For heauenly spirits haue compassion On mortall men and rue their miserie So when I haue with sorrow satisfyde Th'importune fates which vengeance on me seeke And th'eauens with long languor pacifyde She for pure pitie of my sufferance mecke Will send for me for which I daylie long And will tell then my painfull penance ecke Weepe Shepheard weepe to make my vndersong 5 Hencefoorth I hate what euer Nature made And in her workmanship no pleasure finde For they be all but vaine and quickly fade So soone as on them blowes the Northern winde They tarrie not but flit and fall away Leauing behind them nought but griefe of minde And mocking such as thinke they long will stay I hate the heauen because it doth withhould Me from my loue and eke my loue from me I hate the earth because it is the mould Of fleshly slime and fraile mortalitie I hate the fire because to nought it flyes I hate the Ayre because fighes of it be I hate the Sea because it teares supplyes I hate the day because it lendeth light To see all things and not my loue to see I hate the darknesse and the dreary night Because they breed sad balefulnesse in mee I hate all times because all times doe fly So fast away and may not stayed bee But as aspeedie post that passeth by I hate to speake my voyce is spent with crying I hate to heare lowd plaints haue duld mine eares I hate to tast for food withholds my dying I hate to see mine eyes are dimd with teares I hate to smell no sweet on earth is left I hate to feele my flesh is numbd with feares So all my senses from me are bereft I hate all men and shun all womankinde The one because as I they wretched are The other for because I doo not finde My loue with them that wont to be their Starre And life I hate because it will not last And death I hate because it life doth marre And all I hate that is to come or past So all the world and all in it I hate Because it changeth euer too and fro And neuer standeth in one certaine state But still vnstedfast round about doth goe Like a Mill wheele in midst of miserie Driuen with streames of wretchednesse and woe That dying liues and liuing still does dye So doo I liue so doo I daylie die And pine away in selfe-consuming paine Sith she that did my vitall powres supplie And feeble spirits in their force maintaine Is fetcht fro me why seeke I to prolong My wearie daies in dolour and disdaine Weepe Shepheard weepe to make my vndersong 6 Why doo I longer liue in lifes despight And doo not dye then in despight of death Why doo I longer see this loathsome light And doo in darknesse not abridge my breath Sith all my sorrow should haue end thereby And cares finde quiet is it so vneath To leaue this life or dolorous to dye To liue I finde it deadly dolorous For life drawes care and care continuall woe Therefore to dye must needes be ioyeous And wishfull thing this fad life to forgoe But I must stay I may it not amend My Daphne hence departing bad me so She bad me stay till she for me did send Yet whilest I in this wretched vale doo stay My wearie feete shall euer wandring be That still I may be readie on my way When as her messenger doth come for me Ne will I rest my feete for feeblenesse Ne will I rest my limmes for frailtie Ne will I rest mine eyes for heauinesse But as the mother of the Gods that sought For faire Eurydice her daughter deere Throghout the world with wofull heauie thought So will I trauell whilest I tarrie heere Ne will I lodge ne will I euer lin Ne when as drouping Titan draweth neere To loose his teeme will I take vp my Inne Ne sleepe the harbenger of wearie wights Shall euer lodge vpon mine