Which call vpon the absent Sommer time For did flowres make our May Or the Sun-beames your day When Night and Winter did the vvorld embrace Well might you waile your ill and sing alas Loe Matron-like the Earth her selfe attires In habite graue Naked the fields are bloomelesse are the brires Yet we a Sommer haue Who in our clime kindleth these liuing fires Which bloomes can on the briers saue No Ice dooth christallize the running Brooke No blast deflowres the flowre-adorned field Christall is cleere but cleerer is the looke Which to our climes these liuing fires dooth yield Winter though euery where Hath no abiding heere On Brooks and Briers she doth rule alone The Sunne which lights our world is alwayes one Edmund Bolton FINIS ¶ Melicertus Madrigale WHat are my Sheepe without their wonted food What is my life except I gaine my Loue My Sheepe consume and faint for want of blood My life is lost vnlesse I Grace approue No flower that saplesse thriues No Turtle without pheare The day without the Sunne doth lower for woe Then woe mine eyes vnlesse they beauty see My Sonne Samelaes eyes by whom I know Wherein delight consists where pleasures be Nought more the hart reuiues Then to embrace his Deare The starres from earthly humours gaine their light Our humours by their light possesse their power Samelaes eyes fed by my weeping sight Infuse my paines or ioyes by smile or lower So wends the source of loue It feedes it failes it ends Kind lookes cleare to your Ioy behold her eyes Admire her hart desire to tast her kisses In them the heauen of ioy and solace lyes Without them euery hope his succour misses Oh how I liue to prooue Whereto this solace tends Ro. Greene. FINIS ¶ Olde Damons Pastorall FRom Fortunes frownes and change remou'd wend silly Flocks in blessed feeding None of Damon more belou'd feede gentle Lambs while I sit reading Carelesse vvorldlings outrage quelleth all the pride and pompe of Cittie But true peace with Sheepheards dwelleth Sheepheards who delight in pittie Whether grace of heauen betideth on our humble minds such pleasure Perfect peace with Swaines abideth loue and faith is Sheepheards treasure On the lower Plaines the thunder little thriues and nought preuaileth Yet in Citties breedeth wonder and the highest hills assaileth Enuie of a forraigne Tyrant threatneth Kings not Sheepheards humble Age makes silly Swaines delirant thirst of rule garres great men stumble What to other seemeth sorrie abiect state and humble biding Is our ioy and Country glorie highest states haue worse betiding Golden cups doo harbour poyson and the greatest pompe dissembling Court of seasoned words hath foyson treason haunts in most assembling Homely breasts doo harbour quiet little feare and mickle solace States suspect their bed and diet feare and craft doo haunt the Pallace Little would I little want I where the mind and store agreeth Smallest comfort is not scantie least he longs that little seeth Time hath beene that I haue longed foolish I to like of follie To conuerse where honour thronged to my pleasures linked wholy Now I see and seeing sorrow that the day consum'd returnes not Who dare trust vpon to morrow when nor time nor life soiournes not Thom. Lodge FINIS ¶ Perigot and Cuddies Roundelay IT fell vpon a holy-Eue hey hoe holy-day When holy-Fathers wont to shriue now ginneth this Roundelay Sitting vpon a hill so hie hey hoe the hie hill The while my flocke did feede thereby the while the Sheepheards selfe did spill I saw the bouncing Bellybone hey hoe Bonny-bell Tripping ouer the Dale alone shee can trip it very well Well decked in a Frock of gray hey hoe gray is greete And in a Kirtle of greene Say the greene is for Maydens meete A Chaplet on her head she wore hey hoe the Chaplet Of sweet Violets therein was store she 's sweeter then the Violet My Sheepe did leaue their wonted food hey hoe silly Sheepe And gaz'd on her as they were wood vvood as he that did them keepe As the Bony-lasse passed by hey hoe Bony-lasse Shee rold at me with glauncing eye as cleare as the Christall-glasse All as the Sunnie-beame so bright hey hoe the Sun-beame Glaunceth from Phoebus face forth right so loue into my hart did streame Or as the thunder cleaues the clouds hey hoe the thunder Wherein the lightsome leuin shrouds so cleaues my soule a-sunder Or as Dame Cinthias siluer ray hey hoe the moone-light Vpon the glistering vvaue doth play such play is a pitteous plight The glaunce into my hart did glide hey hoe the glider There-with my soule was sharply gride such wounds soone wexen wider Hasting to raunch the arrow out hey hoe Perigot I left the head in my hart roote it was a desperate shot There it rankleth aye more and more hey hoe the arrow Ne can I finde salue for my sore loue is a curelesse sorrow And though my bale with death I bought hey hoe heauie cheere Yet should thilke lasse not from my thought so you may buy gold too deere But whether in painfull loue I pine hey hoe pinching paine Or thriue in wealth she shall be mine but if thou can her obtaine And if for gracelesse greefe I dye hey hoe gracelesse greefe Witnesse she slew me with her eye let thy folly be the preefe And you that saw it simple sheepe hey hoe the faire flocke For priefe thereof my death shall weepe and moane with many a mocke So learn'd I loue on a holy-Eue hey hoe holy-day That euer since my hart did greeue now endeth our Roundelay Edm. Spencer FINIS ¶ Phillida and Coridon IN the merry moneth of May In a morne by breake of day Foorth I walked by the Wood side When as May was in his pride There I spied all alone Phillida and Coridon Much a-doo there was God wot He would loue and she would not She sayd neuer man was true He sayd none was false to you He sayd he had lou'd her long She sayd Loue should haue no wrong Coridon would kisse her then She said Maides must kisse no men Till they did for good and all Then she made the Sheepheard call All the heauens to witnesse truth Neuer lou'd a truer youth Thus with many a pretty oath Yea and nay and faith and troth Such as silly Sheepheards vse When they will not Loue abuse Loue which had beene long deluded Was with kisses sweete concluded And Phillida with garlands gay Was made the Lady of the May. N. Breton FINIS ¶ To Colin Cloute. BEautie sate bathing by a Spring where fayrest shades did hide her The winds blew calme the birds did sing the coole streames ranne beside her My wanton thoughts entic'd mine eye to see what was forbidden But better Memory said fie so vaine Desire was chidden hey nonnie nonnie c. Into a slumber then I fell when fond imagination Seemed to see but could not tell her feature or her fashion But euen as Babes in dreames doo smile and sometime fall
Oh why doo'st thou make such hast It is too early yet So soone from ioyes to flit why art thou so vnkind See my little Lambkins runne Looke on them till I haue done Hast not on the night To rob me of her sight that liue but by her eyes Alas sweet Loue we must depart Harke my dogge begins to barke Some bodie 's comming neere They shall not finde vs heere for feare of being chid Take my Garland and my Gloue Weare it for my sake my Loue To morrow on the greene Thou shalt be our Sheepheards Queene crowned with Roses gay Mich. Drayton FINIS ¶ Alanius the Sheepheard his dolefull Song complayning of Ismeniaes crueltie NO more ô cruell Nimph now hast thou prayed Enough in thy reuenge prooue not thine ire On him that yeelds the fault is now appayed Vnto my cost Now mollifie thy dire Hardnes and brest of thine so much obdured And now raise vp though lately it hath erred A poore repenting soule that in the obscured Darknes of thy obliuion lyes enterred For it falls not in that that should commend thee That such a Swaine as I may once offend thee If that the little Sheepe with speede is flying From angry Sheepheard with his words afrayed And runneth here and there with fearefull crying And with great griefe is from the flock estrayed But when it now perceiues that none doth follow And all alone so farre estraying mourneth Knowing what danger it is in with hollow And fainting bleates then fearefull it returneth Vnto the flock meaning no more to leaue it Should it not be a iust thing to receaue it Lift vp those eyes Ismenia which so stately To view me thou hast lifted vp before me That liberty which was mine owne but lately Giue me againe and to the same restore me And that mild hart so full of loue and pittie Which thou didst yeeld to me and euer owe me Behold my Nimph I was not then so wittie To know that sincere loue that thou didst shew me Now wofull man full well I know and rue it Although it was too late before I knew it How could it be my enemie say tell me How thou in greater fault and errour being Then euer I was thought should'st thus repell me And with new league and cruell title seeing Thy faith so pure and worthy to be changed And what is that Ismenia that dooth bind it To loue whereas the same is most estranged And where it is impossible to finde it But pardon me if heerein I abuse thee Since that the cause thou gau'st me dooth excuse me But tell me now what honour hast thou gayned Auenging such a fault by thee committed And there-vnto by thy occasion trayned What haue I done that I haue not acquitted Or what excesse that is not amply payed Or suffer more that I haue not endured What cruell minde what angry breast displayed With sauage hart to fiercenes so adiured Would not such mortall griefe make milde and tender But that which my fell Sheepheardesse dooth render Now as I haue perceaued well thy reasons Which thou hast had or hast yet to forget me The paines the griefes the guilts of forced treasons That I haue done wherein thou first didst set me The passions and thine eares and eyes refusing To peare and see me meaning to vndoe me Cam'st thou to know or be but once perusing Th'vnsought occasions which thou gau'st vnto me Thou should'st not haue where-with to more torment me Nor I to pay the fault my rashnes lent me Bar. Yong. FINIS ¶ Montana the Sheepheard his loue to Aminta I Serue Aminta whiter then the snowe Straighter then Cedar brighter then the glasse More fine in trip then foote of running Roe More pleasant then the field of flowring grasse More gladsome to my withering ioyes that fade Then Winters Sunne or Sommers cooling shade Sweeter then swelling Grape of ripest vvine Softer then feathers of the fairest Swan Smoother then Iet more stately then the Pine Fresher then Poplar smaller then my span Clearer then Phoebus fierie pointed beame Or Icie crust of Christalls frozen streame Yet is she curster then the Beare by kind And harder harted then the aged Oake More glib then Oyle more fickle then the wind More stiffe then steele no sooner bent but broake Loe thus my seruice is a lasting sore Yet will I serue although I die therefore Shep. Tonie FINIS ¶ The Sheepheards sorrow for his Phaebes disdaine OH Woods vnto your walks my body hies To loose the trayterous bonds of tyring Loue Where trees where hearbs where flowers Their natiue moisture poures From foorth their tender stalkes to helpe mine eyes Yet their vnited teares may nothing moue When I behold the faire adorned tree Which lightnings force and Winters frost resists Then Daphnes ill betide And Phaebus lawlesse pride Enforce me say euen such my sorrowes be For selfe disdaine in Phaebes hart consists If I behold the flowers by morning teares Looke louely sweete Ah then forlorne I crie Sweete showers for Memnon shed All flowers by you are fed Whereas my pittious plaint that still appeares Yeelds vigor to her scornes and makes me die When I regard the pretty glee-full bird With teare-full yet delightfull notes complaine I yeeld a terror with my teares And while her musique wounds mine eares Alas say I when will my notes afford Such like remorce who still beweepe my paine When I behold vpon the leafe-lesse bow The haplesse bird lament her Loues depart I draw her biding nigh And sitting downe I sigh And sighing say Alas that birds auow A setled faith yet Phaebe scornes my smart Thus wearie in my walke and wofull too I spend the day fore-spent with daily greefe Each obiect of distresse My sorrow dooth expresse I doate on that which dooth my hart vndoo And honour her that scornes to yeeld releefe Ignoto FINIS ¶ Espilus and Therion their contention in Song for the May-Ladie Espilus TVne vp my voyce a higher note I yeeld To high conceite the Song must needes neede be hie More high then starres more firme then flintie field Are all my thoughts in which I liue and die Sweete soule to whom I vowed am a slaue Let not wild vvoods so great a treasure haue Therion The highest note comes oft from basest minde As shallow Brookes doo yeeld the greatest sound Seeke other thoughts thy life or death to find Thy starres be falne plowed is thy flinty ground Sweet soule let not a wretch that serueth Sheepe Among his Flock so sweete a treasure keepe Espilus Two thousand Sheepe I haue as white as milke Though not so white as is thy louely face The pasture rich the wooll as soft as silke All this I giue let me possesse thy grace But still take heede least thou thy selfe submit To one that hath no wealth and wants his wit Therion Two thousand Deere in wildest vvoods I haue Them can I take but you I cannot hold He is not poore who can his freedome saue Bound but
that Venus force imparts But lie content Within a fire and waste away their harts Vp flewe the Dame and vanish'd in a cloud But there stoode I And many thoughts within my mind did shroud My loue for why I felt within my hart a scorching fire And yet as did The Salamander t was my whole desire Ro. Greene. FINIS ¶ The Sheepheard Firmius his Song SHeepheards giue eare and now be still Vnto my passions and their cause and what they be Since that with such an earnest will And such great signes of friendships lawes you aske it me It is not long since I was whole Nor since I did in euery part free-will resigne It is not long since in my sole Possession I did know my hart and to be mine It is not long since euen and morrow All pleasure that my hart could finde was in my power It is not long since greefe and sorrow My louing hart began to binde and to deuoure It is not long since companie I did esteeme a ioy indeede still to frequent Nor long since solitarilie I liu'd and that this life did breede my sole content Desirous I wretched to see But thinking not to see so much as then I sawe Loue made me know in what degree His valour and braue force did touch me with his lawe First he did put no more nor lesse Into my hart then he did view that there did want But when my breast in such excesse Of liuely flames to burne I knew then were so scant My ioyes that now did so abate My selfe estraunged euery way from former rest That I did know that my estate And that my life was euery day in deaths arrest I put my hand into my side To see what was the cause of this vnwonted vaine Where I did finde that torments hied By endlesse death to preiudice my life with paine Because I sawe that there did want My hart wherein I did delight my dearest hart And he that did the same supplant No iurisdiction had of right to play that part The Iudge and Robber that remaine Within my soule their cause to trie are there all one And so the giuer of the paine And he that is condemn'd to die or I or none To die I care not any way Though without why to die I greeue as I doo see But for because I heard her say None die for lone for I beleeue none such there be Then this thou shalt beleeue by me Too late and without remedie as did in briefe Anaxarete and thou shalt see The little she did satisfie with after griefe Bar. Yong. FINIS ¶ The Sheepheards praise of his sacred Diana PRaysed be Dianaes faire and harmelesse light Praised be the dewes where-with she moists the ground Praised be her beames the glory of the night Prais'd be her power by which all powers abound Prais'd be her Nimphs with whom she decks the vvoods Prais'd be her Knights in whom true honour liues Prais'd be that force by which she mooues the floods Let that Diana shine which all these giues In heauen Queene she is among the Spheares She Mistresse-like makes all things to be pure Eternity in her oft change she beares She beauty is by her the faire endure Time weares her not she dooth his Chariot guide Mortality below her Orbe is plast By her the vertue of the starres downe slide In her is vertues perfect Image cast A knowledge pure it is her woorth to know With Circes let them dwell that thinke not so FINIS ¶ The Sheepheards dumpe LIke desart Woods with darksome shades obscured Where dreadfull beasts where hatefull horror raigneth Such is my wounded hart whom sorrow paineth The Trees are fatall shafts to death inured That cruell loue within my hart maintaineth To whet my greefe when as my sorrow waineth The ghastly beasts my thoughts in cares assured Which wadge me warre whilst hart no succour gaineth With false suspect and feare that still remaineth The horrors burning sighs by cares procured Which foorth I send whilst weeping eye complaineth To coole the heate the helplesse hart containeth But shafts but cares sighs horrors vnrecured Were nought esteem'd if for their paines awarded Your Sheepheards loue might be by you regarded S. E. D. FINIS ¶ The Nimph Dianaes Song WHen that I poore soule was borne I was borne vnfortunate Presently the Fates had sworne To fore-tell my haplesse state Titan his faire beames did hide Phoebe ' clips'd her siluer light In my birth my Mother died Young and faire in heauie plight And the Nurse that gaue me suck Haplesse was in all her life And I neuer had good luck Being mayde or married wife I lou'd well and was belou'd And forgetting was forgot This a haplesse marriage mou'd Greeuing that it kills me not With the earth would I were wed Then in such a graue of woes Daylie to be buried Which no end nor number knowes Young my Father married me Forc'd by my obedience Syrenus thy faith and thee I forgot without offence Which contempt I pay so farre Neuer like was paid so much Iealousies doo make me warre But without a cause of such I doo goe with iealous eyes To my folds and to my Sheepe And with iealousie I rise When the day begins to peepe At his table I doo eate In his bed with him I lie But I take no rest nor meate Without cruell iealousie If I aske him what he ayles And whereof he iealous is In his aunswere then he failes Nothing can he say to this In his face there is no cheere But he euer hangs the head In each corner he dooth peere And his speech is sad and dead Ill the poore soule liues ywis That so hardly married is Bar. Yong. FINIS ¶ Rowlands Madrigall FAire Loue rest thee heere Neuer yet was morne so cleere Sweete be not vnkinde Let me thy fauour finde Or else for loue I die Harke this pretty bubling spring How it makes the Meadowes ring Loue now stand my friend Heere let all sorrow end And I will honour thee See where little Cupid lyes Looking babies in her eyes Cupid helpe me now Lend to me thy bowe to wound her that wounded me Heere is none to see or tell All our flocks are feeding by This banke with Roses spred Oh it is a dainty bed fit for my Loue and me Harke the birds in yonder Groaue How they chaunt vnto my Loue Loue be kind to me As I haue beene to thee for thou hast wonne my hart Calme windes blow you faire Rock her thou sweete gentle ayre O the morne is noone The euening comes too soone to part my Loue and me The Roses and thy lips doo meete Oh that life were halfe so sweete Who would respect his breath That might die such a death oh that life thus might die All the bushes that be neere With sweet Nightingales beset Hush sweete and be still Let them sing their fill there 's none our ioyes to let Sunne why doo'st thou goe so fast
neither men nor Gods can force affection This Dittie was sung before her Maiestie at the right honourable the Lord Chandos at Sudley Castell at her last being there in prograce The Author thereof vnknowne ¶ The Sheepheard Delicius his Dittie NEuer a greater foe did Loue disdaine Or trode on grasse so gay Nor Nimph greene leaues with whiter hand hath rent More golden haire the wind did neuer blow Nor fairer Dame hath bound in white attire Or hath in Lawne more gracious features tied Then my sweete Enemie Beautie and chastitie one place refraine In her beare equall sway Filling the world with wonder and content But they doo giue me paine and double woe Since loue and beautie kindled my desire And cruell chastitie from me denied All sence of iollitie There is no Rose nor Lillie after raine Nor flower in moneth of May Nor pleasant meade nor greene in Sommer sent That seeing them my minde delighteth so As faire flower which all the heauens admire Spending my thoughts on her in whom abide All grace and gifts on hie Me thinks my heauenly Nimph I see againe Her neck and breast display Seeing the whitest Ermine to frequent Some plaine or flowers that make the fairest show O Gods I neuer yet beheld her nier Or farre in shade or Sunne that satisfied I was in passing by The Meade the Mount the Riuer Wood and Plaine With all their braue array Yeeld not such sweete as that faire face that 's bent Sorrowes and ioy in each soule to bestow In equall parts procur'd by amorous fire Beauty and Loue in her their force haue tried to blind each humane eye Each wicked mind and will which wicked vice dooth staine her vertues breake and stay All ayres infect by ayre are purg'd and spent Though of a great foundation they did grow O body that so braue a soule doo'st hire And blessed soule whose vertues euer pried aboue the starrie skie Onely for her my life in ioyes I traine my soule sings many a Lay Musing on her new Seas I doo inuent Of soueraigne ioy wherein with pride I rowe The deserts for her sake I doo require For without her the Springs of ioy are dried and that I doo defie Sweete Fate that to a noble deede doo'st straine and lift my hart to day Sealing her there with glorious ornament Sweete scale sweete greefe and sweetest ouerthrowe Sweete miracle whose fame cannot expire Sweete wound and golden shaft that so espied such heauenly companie Of beauties graces in sweete vertues died As like were neuer in such yeares descried Bar. Yong. FINIS ¶ Amintas for his Phillis AVrora now began to rise againe From watry couch and from old Tithons side In hope to kiss vpon Acteian plaine Young Cephalus and through the golden glide On Easterne coast he cast so great a light That Phaebus thought it time to make retire From Thetis bower wherein he spent the night To light the world againe with heauenly fire No sooner gan his winged Steedes to chase The Stigian night mantled with duskie vale But poore Amintas hasteth him a pace In deserts thus to weepe a wofull tale You silent shades and all that dwell therein As birds or beasts or wormes that creepe on ground Dispose your selues to teares while I begin To rue the greefe of mine eternall wound And dolefull ghosts whose nature flies the light Come seate your selues with me on eu'ry side And while I die for want of my delight Lament the woes through fancie me betide Phillis is dead the marke of my desire My cause of loue and shipwrack of my ioyes Phillis is gone that set my hart on fire That clad my thoughts with ruinous annoyes Phillis is fled and bides I wote not where Phillis alas the praise of woman-kinde Phillis the Sunne of this our Hemisphere Whose beames made me and many others blinde But blinded me poore Swaine aboue the rest That like olde Oedipus I liue in thrall Still feele the woorst and neuer hope the best My mirth in moane and honey drown'd in gall Her faire but cruell eyes bewitcht my sight Her sweete but fading speech enthrall'd my thought And in her deedes I reaped such delight As brought both will and libertie to nought Therefore all hope of happines adiew Adiew desire the source of all my care Despare tells me my weale will nere renue Till thus my soule dooth passe in Charons Crare Meane time my minde must suffer Fortunes scorne My thoughts still wound like wounds that still are greene My weakened limbs be layd on beds of thorne My life decayes although my death 's fore-seene Mine eyes now eyes no more but Seas of teares Weepe on your fill to coole my burning brest Where loue did place desire twixt hope and feares I say desire the Authour of vnrest And would to God Phillis where ere thou be Thy soule did see the sower of mine estate My ioyes ecclips'd for onely want of thee My being with my selfe at foule debate My humble vowes my sufferance of woe My sobs and sighs and euer-watching eyes My plaintiue teares my wandring to and fro My will to die my neuer-ceasing cries No doubt but then these sorrowes would perswade The doome of death to cut my vitall twist That I with thee amidst th' infernall shade And thou with me might sport vs as we list Oh if thou waite on faire Proserpines traine And hearest Orpheus neere th' Elizian springs Entreate thy Queene to free thee thence againe And let the Thracian guide thee with his strings Tho. Watson FINIS ¶ Faustus and Firmius sing to their Nimph by turnes Firmius OF mine owne selfe I doo complaine And not for louing thee so much But that in deede thy power is such That my true loue it dooth restraine And onely this dooth giue me paine For faine I would Loue her more if that I could Faustus Thou doo'st obserue who dooth not see To be belou'd a great deale more But yet thou shalt not finde such store Of loue in others as in me For all I haue I giue to thee Yet faine I would Loue thee more if that I could Firmius O trie no other Sheepheard Swaine And care not other loues to proue Who though they giue thee all their loue Thou canst not such as mine obtaine And would'st thou haue in loue more gaine O yet I would Loue thee more if that I could Faustus Impossible it is my friend That any one should me excell In loue whose loue I will refell If that with me he will contend My loue no equall hath nor end And yet I would Loue her more if that I could Firmius Behold how Loue my soule hath charm'd Since first thy beauties I did see Which is but little yet to me My freest sences I haue harm'd To loue thee leauing them vnarm'd And yet I would Loue thee more if that I could Faustus I euer gaue and giue thee still Such store of loue as Loue hath lent me And therefore well thou maist content
a picture fine deface Which he sometime his fancie to beguile had caru'd on bark of Beech in secret place And with despight of most afflicted minde through deepe dispaire of hart for loue dismaid He pull'd euen from the tree the carued rinde and weeping sore these wofull words he said Ah Phillida would God thy picture faire I could as lightly blot out of my brest Then should I not thus rage in deepe dispaire and teare the thing sometime I liked best But all in vaine it booteth not God wot What printed is in hart on tree to blot Out of M. Birds set Songs FINIS ¶ Melisea her Song in scorne of her Sheepheard Narcissus YOung Sheepheard turne a-side and moue Me not to follow thee For I will neither kill with loue Nor loue shall not kill me Since I will liue and neuer show Then die not for my loue I will not giue For I will neuer haue thee loue me so As I doo meane to hate thee while I liue That since the louer so dooth proue His death as thou doo'st see Be bold I will not kill with loue Nor loue shall not kill me Bar. Yong. FINIS ¶ His aunswere to the Nimphs Song IF to be lou'd it thee offend I cannot choose but loue thee still And so thy greefe shall haue no end Whiles that my life maintaines my will O let me yet with greefe complaine since such a torment I endure Or else fulfill thy great disdaine to end my life with death most sure For as no credite thou wilt lend and as my loue offends thee still So shall thy sorrowes haue no end whiles that my life maintaines my will If that by knowing thee I could leaue off to loue thee as I doo Not to offend thee then I would leaue off to like and loue thee too But since all loue to thee dooth tend and I of force must loue thee still Thy greefe shall neuer haue an end whiles that my life maintaines my will Bar. Yong. FINIS ¶ Her present aunswere againe to him ME thinks thou tak'st the worser way Enamoured Sheepheard and in vaine That thou wilt seeke thine owne decay To loue her that dooth thee disdaine For thine owne selfe thy wofull hart Keepe still else art thou much to blame For she to whom thou gau'st each part Of it disdaines to take the same Follow not her that makes a play And iest of all the greefe and paines And seeke not Sheepheard thy decay To loue her that thy loue disdaines Bar. Yong. FINIS ¶ His last replie SInce thou to me wert so vnkinde My selfe I neuer loued for I could not loue him in my minde Whom thou faire Mistresse doo'st abhorre If viewing thee I sawe thee not And seeing thee I could not loue thee Dying I should not liue God wot Nor liuing should to anger mooue thee But it is well that I doo finde My life so full of torments for All kinde of ills doo fit his minde Whom thou faire Mistresse doo'st abhorre In thy obliuion buried now My death I haue before mine eyes And heere to hate my selfe I vow As cruell thou doo'st me despise Contented euer thou didst finde Me with thy scornes though neuer for To say the trueth I ioyed in minde After thou didst my loue abhorre Bar. Yong. FINIS ¶ Philon the Sheepheard his Song WHile that the Sunne with his beames hot Scorched the fruites in vale and mountaine Philon the Sheepheard late forgot Sitting besides a Christall Fountaine In shaddow of a greene Oake tree Vpon his Pipe this Song plaid he Adiew Loue adiew Loue vntrue Loue Vntrue Loue vntrue Loue adiew Loue Your minde is light soone lost for new loue So long as I was in young sight I was as your hart your soule and treasure And euermore you sob'd and sigh'd Burning in flames beyond all measure Three dayes endured your loue to me And it was lost in other three Adiew Loue adiew Loue vntrue Loue. c. Another Sheepheard you did see To whom your hart was soone enchained Full soone your loue was leapt from me Full soone my place he had obtained Soone came a third your loue to win And we were out and he was in Adiew Loue. c. Sure you haue made me passing glad That you your minde so soone remoued Before that I the leysure had To choose you for my best beloued For all my loue was past and done Two dayes before it was begun Adiew Loue. c. Out of M. Birds set Songs FINIS ¶ Lycoris the Nimph her sad Song IN dewe of Roses steeping her louely cheekes Lycoris thus sate weeping Ah Dorus false that hast my hart bereft me And now vnkinde hast left me Heare alas oh heare me Aye me aye me Cannot my beautie mooue thee Pitty yet pitty me Because I loue thee Aye me thou scorn'st the more I pray thee And this thou doo'st and all to slay me Why doo then Kill me and vaunt thee Yet my Ghoast Still shall haunt thee Out of M. Morleyes Madrigalls FINIS ¶ To his Flocks BVrst foorth my teares assist my forward greefe And shew what paine imperious loue prouokes Kinde tender Lambs lament Loues scant releefe And pine since pensiue care my freedom yoakes Oh pine to see me pine my tender Flocks Sad pyning care that neuer may haue peace At Beauties gate in hope of pittie knocks But mercie sleepes while deepe disdaines encrease And Beautie hope in her faire bosome yoakes Oh greeue to heare my greefe my tender Flocks Like to the windes my sighs haue winged beene Yet are my sighs and sutes repaide with mocks I pleade yet she repineth at my teene O ruthlesse rigour harder then the Rocks That both the Sheepheard kills and his poore Flocks FINIS ¶ To his Loue. COme away come sweet Loue The golden morning breakes All the earth all the ayre Of loue and pleasure speakes Teach thine armes then to embrace And sweet Rosie lips to kisse And mixe our soules in mutuall blisse Eyes were made for beauties grace Viewing ruing Loues long paine Procur'd by beauties rude disdaine Come away come sweet Loue The golden morning wasts While the Sunne from his Sphere His fierie arrowes casts Making all the shadowes flie Playing staying in the Groaue To entertaine the stealth of loue Thither sweet Loue let vs hie Flying dying in desire Wing'd with sweet hopes and heauenly fire Come away come sweet Loue Doo not in vaine adiorne Beauties grace that should rise Like to the naked morne Lillies on the Riuers side And faire Cyprian flowers new blowne Desire no beauties but their owne Ornament is Nurse of pride Pleasure measure Loues delight Hast then sweet Loue our wished flight FINIS ¶ Another of his Cinthia AWay with these selfe-louing-Lads Whom Cupids arrowe neuer glads Away poore soules that sigh and weepe In loue of them that lie and sleepe For Cupid is a Meadow God And forceth none to kisse the rod. God Cupids shaft like destenie Dooth eyther good or ill decree Desert
is borne out of his bowe Reward vpon his feete doth goe What fooles are they that haue not knowne That Loue likes no lawes but his owne My songs they be of Cinthias prayse I weare her Rings on Holly-dayes On euery Tree I write her name And euery day I reade the same Where Honor Cupids riuall is There miracles are seene of his If Cinthia craue her ring of mee I blot her name out of the tree If doubt doe darken things held deere Then welfare nothing once a yeere For many run but one must win Fooles onely hedge the Cuckoe in The worth that worthines should moue Is loue which is the due of loue And loue as well the Sheepheard can As can the mightie Noble man Sweet Nimph t is true you worthy be Yet without loue nought worth to me FINIS ¶ Another to his Cinthia MY thoughts are wingde with hopes my hopes with loue Mount loue vnto the Moone in cleerest night And say as shee doth in the heauens moue On earth so waines and wexeth my delight And whisper this but softly in her eares Hope oft doth hang the head and trust shed teares And you my thoughts that some mistrust doe carry If for mistrust my Mistrisse doe you blame Say though you alter yet you doe not varie As shee doth change and yet remaine the same Distrust doth enter harts but not infect And loue is sweetest seasoned with suspect If shee for this with clowdes doe maske her eyes And make the heauens darke with her disdaine With windie sighes disperse them in the skyes Or with thy teares dissolue them into rayne Thoughts hopes and loue returne to me no more Till Cinthia shine is shee hath done before ¶ These three ditties were taken out of Maister Iohn Dowlands booke of tableture for the Lute the Authours names not there set downe therefore left to their owners FINIS Montanus Sonnet in the woods ALas how wander I amidst these woods Whereas no day bright shine doth finde accesse But where the melancholy fleeting floods Darke as the night my night of woes expresse Disarmde of reason spoyld of Natures goods Without redresse to salue my heauinesse I walke whilst thought too cruell to my harmes With endlesse greefe my heedlesse iudgement charmes My silent tongue assailde by secrete feare My trayterous eyes imprisond in theyr ioy My fatall peace deuour'd in fained cheere My hart enforc'd to harbour in annoy My reason rob'd of power by yeelding care My fond opinions slaue to euery ioy Oh Loue thou guide in my vncertaine way Woe to thy bowe thy fire the cause of my decay S. E. D. FINIS ¶ The Sheepheards sorrow being disdained in loue MVses helpe me sorrow swarmeth Eyes are fraught with Seas of languish Haplesse hope my solace harmeth Mindes repast is bitter anguish Eye of day regarded neuer Certaine trust in vvorld vntrustie Flattering hope beguileth euer Wearie old and wanton lustie Dawne of day beholds enthroned Fortunes darling proud and dreadlesse Darksome night dooth heare him moaned Who before was rich and needelesse Rob the Spheare of lines vnited Make a suddaine voide in nature Force the day to be benighted Reaue the cause of time and creature Ere the world will cease to varie This I weepe for this I sorrow Muses if you please to tarie Further helpe I meane to borrow Courted once by Fortunes fauour Compast now with Enuies curses All my thoughts of sorrowes sauour Hopes runne fleeting like the Sourses Aye me wanton scorne hath maimed All the ioyes my hart enioyed Thoughts their thinking haue disclaimed Hate my hopes haue quite annoyed Scant regard my vveale hath scanted Looking coy hath forc'd my lowring Nothing lik'd where nothing wanted Weds mine eyes to ceaselesse showring Former loue was once admired Present fauour is estraunged Loath'd the pleasure long desired Thus both men and thoughts are chaunged Louely Swaine with luckie speeding Once but now no more so friended You my Flocks haue had in feeding From the morne till day was ended Drink and fodder foode and folding Had my Lambs and Ewes together I with them was still beholding Both in warmth and Winter weather Now they languish since refused Ewes and Lambs are pain'd with pining I with Ewes and Lambs confused All vnto our deaths declining Silence leaue thy Caue obscured Daigne a dolefull Swaine to tender Though disdaines I haue endured Yet I am no deepe offender Phillips Sonne can with his finger Hide his scarre it is so little Little sinne a day to linger Wise men wander in a tittle Trifles yet my Swaine haue turned Though my Sunne he neuer showeth Though I weepe I am not mourned Though I want no pittie groweth Yet for pittie loue my Muses Gentle silence be their couer They must leaue their wonted vses Since I leaue to be a Louer They shall liue with thee enclosed I will loath my pen and paper Art shall neuer be supposed Sloth shall quench the watching Taper Kisse them silence kisse them kindly Though I leaue them yet I loue them Though my wit haue led them blindly Yet a Swaine did once approue them I will trauaile soiles remoued Night and morning neuer merrie Thou shalt harbour that I loued I will loue that makes me wearie If perchaunce the Sheepheard strayeth In thy walks and shades vnhaunted Tell the teene my hart betrayeth How neglect my ioyes haue daunted Thom. Lodge FINIS ¶ A Pastorall Song betweene Phillis and Amarillis two Nimphes each aunswering other line for line FIe on the sleights that men deuise heigh hoe sillie sleights When simple Maydes they would entice Maides are yong mens chiefe delights Nay women they witch with their eyes eyes like beames of burning Sunne And men once caught they soone despise so are Sheepheards oft vndone If any young man win a maide happy man is he By trusting him she is betraide fie vpon such treacherie If Maides win young men with their guiles heigh hoe guilefull greefe They deale like weeping Crocodiles that murther men without releefe I know a simple Country Hinde heigh hoe sillie Swaine To whom faire Daphne prooued kinde was he not kinde to her againe He vowed by Pan with many an oath heigh hoe Sheepheards God is he Yet since hath chang'd and broke his troath troth-plight broke will plagued be She had deceaued many a Swaine fie on false deceite And plighted troath to them in vaine there can be no greefe more great Her measure was with measure paide heigh hoe heigh hoe equall meede She was beguil'd that had betraide so shall all deceauers speede If euery Maide were like to me heigh hoe hard of hart Both loue and louers scorn'd should be scorners shall be sure of smart If euery Maide were of my minde heigh hoe heigh hoe louely sweete They to their Louers should prooue kinde kindnes is for Maydens meete Me thinks loue is an idle toy heigh hoe busie paine Both wit and sence it dooth annoy both sence wit thereby we gaine Tush Phillis cease be not so
she doo denie Thus to her replie Venus lawes she must be taught Then with kisses mooue her That 's the way to prooue her thus thy Phillis must be wone She will not forsake thee But her Loue will make thee When Loues duty once is done Happie shall I be If she graunt me fauour Else for loue I die Phillis is so faire Boldly then goe see thou maist quickly haue her Though she should denie yet doo not despaire She is full of pride Venus be my guide helpe a sillie Sheepheards speede Vse no such delay Sheepheard goe thy way venture man and doo the deede I will sore complaine me Say that loue hath slaine thee if her fauours doo not feede But take no deniall Stand vpon thy triall spare to speake and want of speede I. G. FINIS ¶ The Sheepheards Song of Venus and Adonis VEnus faire did ride siluer Doues they drew her By the pleasant lawnds ere the Sunne did rise Vestaes beautie rich opend wide to view her Philomel records pleasing Harmonies Euery bird of spring cheerefully did sing Paphos Goddesse they salute Now Loues Queene so faire had of mirth no care for her Sonne had made her mute In her breast so tender He a shaft did enter when her eyes beheld a boy Adonis was he named By his Mother shamed yet he now is Venus ioy Him alone she met ready bound for hunting Him she kindly greetes and his iourney stayes Him she seekes to kisse no deuises wanting Him her eyes still wooe him her tongue still prayes He with blushing red Hangeth downe the head not a kisse can he afford His face is turn'd away Silence sayd her nay still she woo'd him for a word Speake shee said thou fairest Beautie thou impairest see mee I am pale and wan Louers all adore mee I for loue implore thee christall teares with that downe ran Him heere-with shee forc'd to come sit downe by her Shee his necke embrac'de gazing in his face Hee like once transformd stird no looke to eye her Euery hearbe did wooe him growing in that place Each bird with a dittie prayed him for pitty in behalfe of beauties Queene Waters gentle murmour craued him to loue her yet no liking could be seene Boy shee sayd looke on mee Still I gaze vpon thee speake I pray thee my delight Coldly hee replyed And in breefe denyed to bestow on her a sight I am now too young to be wunne by beauty Tender are my yeeres I am yet a bud Fayre thou art shee said then it is thy dutie Wert thou but a blossome to effect my good Euery beauteous flower boasteth in my power Byrds and beasts my lawes effect Mirrha thy faire mother most of any other did my louely hests respect Be with me delighted Thou shalt be requited euery Nimph on thee shall tend All the Gods shall loue thee Man shall not reproue thee Loue himselfe shall be thy freend Wend thee from mee Venus I am not disposed Thou wring'st mee too hard pre-thee let me goe Fie what a paine it is thus to be enclosed If loue begin with labour it will end in woe kisse mee I will leaue heere a kisse receiue a short kisse I doe it find Wilt thou leaue me so yet thou shalt not goe breathe once more thy balmie wind It smelleth of the Mirh-tree That to the world did bring thee neuer was perfume so sweet When she had thus spoken Shee gaue him a token and theyr naked bosoms meet Now hee sayd let 's goe harke the hounds are crying Grieslie Boare is vp Hunts-men follow fast At the name of Boare Venus seemed dying Deadly coloured pale Roses ouer-cast Speake sayd shee no more of following the Boare thou vnfit for such a chase Course the fearefull Hare Venson doe not spare if thou wilt yeeld Venus grace Shun the Boare I pray thee Else I still will stay thee herein he vowed to please her minde Then her armes enlarged Loth shee him discharged forth he went as swift as winde Thetis Phoebus Steedes in the West retained Hunting sport was past Loue her loue did seeke Sight of him too soone gentle Queene shee gained On the ground he lay blood had left his cheeke For an orped Swine smit him in the groyne deadly wound his death did bring Which when Venus found shee fell in a swound and awakte her hands did wring Nimphs and Satires skipping Came together tripping Eccho euery cry exprest Venus by her power Turnd him to a flower which shee weareth in her creast H. C. FINIS ¶ Thirsis the Sheepheard his deaths song THirsis to die desired marking her eyes that to his hart was neerest And shee that with his flame no lesse was fiered sayd to him Oh hart 's loue deerest Alas forbeare to die now By thee I liue by thee I wish to die too Thirsis that heate refrained wherewith to die poore louer then hee hasted Thinking it death while hee his lookes maintained full fixed on her eyes full of pleasure and louely Nectar sweet from them he tasted His daintie Nimph that now at hand espyed the haruest of loues treasure Said thus with eyes all trembling faint and wasted I die now The Sheepheard then replyed and I sweet life doe die too Thus these two Louers foutunately dyed Of death so sweet so happy and so desired That to die so againe their life retired Out of Maister N. Young his Musica Transalpina FINIS ¶ Another stanza added after THirsis enioyed the graces Of Chloris sweet embraces Yet both theyr ioyes were scanted For darke it was and candle-light they wanted Wherewith kinde Cinthia in the heauen that shined her nightly vaile resigned and her faire face disclosed Then each from others lookes such ioy deriued That both with meere delight dyed and reuiued Out of the same FINIS ¶ Another Sonet thence taken ZEphirus brings the time sweetly senteth with flowers and hearbs which Winters frost exileth Progne now chirpeth Philomel lamentesh Flora the Garlands white and red compileth Fields doo reioyce the frowning skie relenteth Ioue to behold his dearest daughter smileth The ayre the water the earth to ioy consenteth each creature now to loue him reconcileth But with me wretch the stormes of woe perseuer and heauie sighs which from my hart she straineth That tooke the key thereof to heauen for euer so that singing of birds and spring-times flowring And Ladies loue that mens affection gaineth are like a Desert and cruell beasts deuouring FINIS ¶ The Sheepheards slumber IN Pescod time when Hound to horne giues eare till Buck be kild And little Lads with pipes of corne sate keeping beasts a field I went to gather Strawberies tho by Woods and Groaues full faire And parcht my face with Phoebus so in walking in the ayre That downe I layde me by a streame with boughs all ouer-clad And there I met the straungest dreame that euer Sheepheard had Me thought I saw each Christmas game each reuell all and some And euery thing that I can name or may in fancie