now learne to dye It is a lesson hard if we discerne it Yet none is borne so soone as bound to learne it Vnpartiall Fate layes ope the Booke to vs And let vs con it still imbracing thus We may it perfect haue and goe before Those that haue longer time to read it oâ—re And we had need begin and not delay Forâ—tis our turne to read it first to day Helpe when I misse and when thou art in doubt I le be thy prompter and will helpe thee out But see how much I erre vaine Metaphor And elocution Destinies abhorre Could death be staid with words or won with teares Or mou'd with beauty oâ— with vnripe yeeres Sure thou could'st doe 't this Rose this Sun-like eye Should not so soone be quell'd so quickly dye But we must dye my Loue not thou alone Nor onely I but both and yet but one Nor let vs grieue for we are marryed thus And haue by death what life denied vs. It is a comfort from him more then due Death seuers many but he couples few Life is a Flood that keepes vs from our blisse The Ferriman to waft vs thither is Death and none else the sooner we get o're Should we not thanke the Ferriman the more Oâ—hers intreat him for a passage hence And groane beneath their griefes and impotence Yet mercilesse he lâ—ts those longer stay And sooner takes the happy man away Some little happinesse haue thou and I Since we shall dye before we wish to dye Should we here longer liue and haue our dayes As full in number as the most of these And in them meet all pleasures may betide We gladly might haue lin'd and patient dyde When now our fewer yeeres made long by cares That without age can snow downe siluer haires Make all affirme which doe our griefes discry We patiently did liue and gladly dye The difference my Loue that doth appeare Betwixt our Fates and theirs that see vs here Is onely this the high-all-knowing powre Conceales from them but tels vs our last houre For which to Heauen we far-farre more are bound Since in the houre of death we may be found By its prescience ready for the hand That shall conduct vs to the Holy-land When those from whom that houre conceal'd is may Euen in their height of Sinne be tane away Besides to vs Iustice a friend is knowne Which neither lets vs dye nor liue alone That we are forc'd to it cannot be held Who feares not Death denies to be compell'd O that thou wert no Actor in this Play My sweetest Caelia or diuorc'd away From me in this ô Nature I confesse I cannot looke vpon her heauinesse Without betraying that infirmitie Which at my birth thy hand bestow'd on me Would I had dide when I receiu'd my birth Or knowne the graue before I knew the earth Heauens I but one life did receiue from you And must so short a loane be paid with two Cannot I dye but like that brutish stem Which haue their best belou'd to dye with them O let her liue some blest powre heare my cry Let Caelia liue and I contented dye My Philocel quoth she neglect these throes Aske not for me nor adde not to my woes Can there be any life when thou art gone Nay can there be but desolation Art thou so cruell as to wish my stay To wait a passage at an vnknowne day Or haue me dwell within this Vale of woe Excluded from those ioyes which thou shalt know Enuie not me that blisse I will assay it My loue deserues it and thou canst not stay it Iustice then take thy doome for we intend Except both liue no life one loue one end Thus with embraces and exhorting other With teare-dew'd kisses that had powre to smother Their foft and ruddy lips close ioyn'd with either That in their deaths their soules might meet together With prayers as hopefull as sincerely good Expecting death they on the Cliffes edge stood And lastly were by one oft forcing breath Throwne from the Rocke into the armes of death Faire Thetis whose command the waues obey Loathing the losse of so much worth as they Was gone before their fall and by her powre The Billowes mercilesse vs'd to deuoure And not to saue she made to swell vp high Euen at the instant when the tragedy Of those kinde soules should end so to receiue them And keepe what crueltie would faine bereaue them Her hest was soone perform'd and now they lay Imbracing on the surface of the Sea Void of all sense a spectacle so sad That Thetis nor no Nymph which there she had Touch'd with their woes could for a while refraine But from their heauenly eyes did sadly raine Such showres of teares so powrefull since diuine That euer since the Sea doth taste of Bryne With teares thus to make good her first intent She both the Louers to her Chariot hent Recalling Life that had not cleerely tane Full leaue of his or her more curious Phane And with her praise sung by these thankfull paire Steer'd on her Coursers swift as fleeting ayre Towards her Pallace built beneath the Seas Proud of her iourney but more proud of these By that time Night had newly spred her robe Ouer our halfe-part of this massie Globe She won that famous I le which Ioue did please To honour with the holy Druydes And as the Westerne side she stript along Heard and so staid to heare this heauy Song O Heauen what may I hope for in this Caue A Graue But who to me this last of helpes shall retch A Wretch Shall none be by pittying so said a wight Yes Night Small comfort can befall in heauy plight To me poore Maid in whose dâ—stresses be Nor hope nor helpe nor one to pittie me But a cold Graue a Wretch and darksome Night To digge that Graue what fatall thing appeares Thy Teares What Bell shall ring me to that bed of ease Rough Seas And who for Mourners hath my Fate assign'd Each Winde Can any be debarr'd from such I finde When to my last Rites Gods no other send To make my Graue for Knell or mourning friend Then mine own Teares rough Seas gusts of Wind. Teares must my graue dig but who bringeth those Thy Woes What Monument will Heauen my body spare The Ayre And what the Epitaph when I am gone Obliuion Most miserable I and like me none Both dying and in death to whom is lent Nor Spade nor Epitaph nor Monument Excepting Woes Ayre and Obliuion The end of this gaue life vnto a grone As if her life and it had beene but one Yet she as carelesse of reseruing either If possible would leaue them both together It was the faire Marina almost spent With griefe and feare of future famishment For haplesse chance but the last rosie morne The willing Redbrest flying through a Thorne Against a prickle gor'd his tender side And in an instant so poore creature dyde Thetis much mou'd with those sad notes she heard
his tragedie You may walke thither and behold his fall While I come neere enough yet not at all Nor shall it need I to my sorrow knit The griefe of knowing with beholding it The Goddesse went but ere she came did shrowd Her selfe from euery eye within a cloud Where she beheld the Shepherd on his way Much like a Bridegroome on his marriage-day Increasing not his miserie with feare Others for him but he shed not a teare His knitting sinewes did not tremble ought Nor to vnusuall palpitation brought Was or his heart or lyuer nor his eye Nor tongue nor colour shew'd a dread to dye His resolution keeping with his spirit â—oth worthy him that did them both inherit Held in subiection euery thought of feare Scorning so base an executioner Some time he spent in speech and then began Submissely prayer to the name of Pan When sodainly this cry came from the Plaines From guiltlesse blood be free ye Brittish Swaines Mine be those bonds and mine the death appointed Let me be head-long thrown these limbs disioynted Or if you needs must hurle him from that brim Except I dye there dyes but part of him Doe then right Iustice and performe your oath Which cannot be without the death of both Wonder drew thitherward their drowned eyes And Sorrow Philocels Where he espies What he did onely feare the beautious Maid His wofull Caelia whom ere night arraid Last time the world in suit of mournfull blacke More darke then vse as to bemone their wracke He at his cottage left in sleepes soft armes By powre of simples and the force of charmes Which time had now dissolu'd and made her know For what intent her Loue had left her so She staid not to awake her mate in sleepe Nor to bemone her Fate She scorn'd to weepe Or haue the passion that within her lyes So distant from her heart as in her eyes But rending of her haire her throbbing brest Beating with ruthlesse strokes she onwards prest As an inraged furious Lionesse Through vncouth â—â—eâ—dings of the wildernesse In hot pursuit of her late missed brood The name of Philocel speakes euery wood And she begins it still and still her pace Her face-deckt anger anger decke her face So ran distracted Heâ—uâ—a along The streets of Troy So did the people throng With helplesse hands and heauy hearts to see Their wofull ruine in her progenie As harmlesse flocks of sheepe that neerely fed Vpon the open plaines wide scattered Ran all afront and gaz'd with earnest eye Not without teares while thus she passed by Springs that long time before had held no drop Now welled forth and ouer-went the top Birds left to pay the Spring their wonted vowes And all forlome sate drooping on the boughes Sheep Springs and Birds nay trees vnwonted grones Bewail'd her chance and forc'd it from the stones Thus came she to the place where aged men Maidens and wiues and youth and childeren That had but newly learnt their Mothers name Had almost spent their teares before she came And those her earnest and related words Threw from her brest and vnto them affords These as the meanes to further her pretence Receiue not on your soules by Innocence Wrong'd lasting staines which from a sluce the Sea May still wash o're but neuer wash away Turne all your wraths on me for here behold The hand that tore your sacred Tree of gold These are the feet that led to that intent Mine was th' offence be mine the punishment Long hath he liu'd among you and he knew The danger imminent that would insue His vertuous life speakes for him heare it then And cast not hence the miracle of men What now he doth is through some discontent Mine was the fact be mine the punishment What certaine death could neuer make him doe With Caelia's losse her presence forc'd him to She that could cleere his greatest clouds of woes Some part of woman made him now disclose And shew'd him all in teares And for a while Out of his heart vnable to exile His troubling thoughts in words to be conceiu'd But weighing what the world should be bereau'd He of his sighes and throbs some license wan And to the sad spectators thus began Hasten ô haste the houre 's already gone Doe not deferre the execution Nor make my patience suffer ought of wrong 'T is nought to dye but to be dying long Some fit of Frenzie hath possest the Maid She could not doe it though she had assaid No bough growes in her reach nor hath the tree A spray so weake to yeeld to such as she To win her loue I broke it but vnknowne And vndesir'd of her Then let her owne No touch of preiudice without consent Mine was the fact be mine the punishment O! who did euer such contention see Where death stood for the prize of victory Where loue and strife were firme and truly knowne And where the victor must be ouerthrowne Where both pursude and both held equall strife That life should further death death further life Amazement strucke the multitude And now They knew not which way to performe their vow If onely one should be depriu'd of breath They were not certaine of th' offenders death If both of them should dye for that offence They certainly should murder Innocence If none did suffer for it then there ran Vpon their heads the wrath and curse of Pan. This much perplex'd and made them to defer The deadly hand of th' Executioner Till they had sent an Officer to know The Iudges wilâ— and those with Fates doe goe Who backe return'd and thus with teares began The Substitutes on earth of mighty Pan Haue thus decreed although the one be free To cleaâ—â— themselues from all impunitie If who the offender is no meanes procure Th' offence is certaine be their death as sure This is their doome which may all plagues preuent To haue the guilâ—y kill the innocent Looke as two little Lads their parents treasure Vnder a Tutor strictly kept from pleasure While they their new-giuen lesson closely scan Heare of a message by their fathers man That one of them but which he hath forgot Must come along and walke to some faire plot Both haue a hope their carefull Tutor loth To hinder either or to license both Sends backe the Messenger that he may know His Masters pleasure which of them must goe While both his Schollers stand alike in feare Both of their freedome and abiding there The Seruant comes and sayes that for that day Their Father wils to haue them both away Such was the feare these louing soules were in That time the messenger had absent bin But farre more was their ioy twixt one another In hearing neither should out-liue the other Now both intwinde because no conquest won Yet either ruinde Philocel begun To arme his Loue for death a roabe vnfit Till Hymenâ—s saffron'd weed had vsher'd it My fairest Caelia come let thou and I That long haue learn'd to loue
beauty once he valued at a rate Beyond Aurora's cheeke when she in pride Promis'd their off-spring should be Deifide Procris she hight who seeking to restore Her selfe that happinesse she had before Vnto the greene wood wends omits no paine Might bring her to her Lords embrace againe But Fate thus crost her comming where he lay Wearied with hunting all a Summers day He somewhat heard within the thicket rush And deeming it some Beast hid in a bush Raised himselfe then set on wing a dart Which tooke a sad rest in the restlesse heart Of his chaste wife who with a bleeding brest Left loue and life and slept in endlesse rest With Procris heauie Fate this Shepherds wrong Might be compar'd and aske as sad a song In th' Autumne of his youth and manhoods Spring Desert growne now a most deiected thing Won him the fauour of a Royall Maid Who with Diana's Nymphes in Forrests straid And liu'd a Huntresse life exempt from feare She once encountred with a â—urly Beare Neare to a Crystall Fountains flowry brinke Heat brought them thither both and both would drink When from her golden Quiâ—er she â—ooke forth A Dart aboue the rest esteem'd for worth And sent it to his side the gaping wound Gaue purple streames to â—oole the parched ground Whereat he gnasht his teeth storm'd his hurt lym Yeelded the earth what it denied him Yet sunke not there but wrapt in horror hy'd Vnto his hellish caue despair'd and dy'd After the Beares iust death the quickning Sunne Had twice six times about the Zodiacke run And as respectlesse neuer cast an eye Vpon the night-inuail'd Cymmerij Wher this braue Swaine approued valorous In opposition of a tyrannous And bloody Sauage being long time gone Quelling his rage with faithlesse Gerion Returned from the stratagems of warres Inriched with his quail'd foes bootlesse scarres To see the cleare eyes of his dearest Loue And that her skill in hearbs might helpe remoue The freshing of a wound which he had got In heâ— defence by Enuies poyson'd shot And comming through a Groue wherein his faire Lay with her brests displai'd to take the aire His rushing through the boughes made her arise And dreading some wilde beasts rude enterprize Directs towards the noyse a sharpned dart That reach'd the life of his vndaunted heart Which when shee knew twice twenty Moones nie spent In teares for him and dy'd in languishment Within an arbour shadow'd with a Vine Mixed with Rosemary and Eglantine A Shepherdesse was set as faire as young Whose praise full many a Shepherd whilome sung Who on an Altar faire had to her Name In consecration many an Anagram And when with sugred straines they stroue to raise Worth to a garland of immortall Bayes She as the learnedst Maid was chose by them Her flaxen haire crown'd with an Anadem To iudge who best deseru'd for she could fit The height of praise vnto the height of wit But well-a-day those happy times were gone Millions admit a small substraction And as the Yeere hath first his iocund Spring Wherein the Leaues to Birds sweet carrolling Dance with the winde then sees the Summers day Perfect the Embrion Blossome of each spray Next commeth Autumne when the threshed sheafe Loseth his graine and euery tree his leafe Lastly cold Winters rage with many a storme Threats the proud Pines which Ida's top adorne And makes the sap leaue succourlesse the shoot Shrinking to comfort his decaying root Or as a quaint Musitian being won To run a point of sweeâ— Diuision Gets by degrees vnto the highest Key Then with like order falleth in his play Into a deeper Tone and lastly throwes His Period in a Diapaâ—on Close So euery humane thing terrestriall His vâ—most height attain'd bends to his fall And as a comely youth in fairest age Enamour'd on a Maid whose parentage Had Fate adorn'd as Nature deck â—her eye Mighâ— at a becke command a Monarchie But poore and faire could neuer yet bewâ—tch A misâ—rs minde preferring â—oule and rich And therefore as a Kings heart left behinde When as his corps are borne to be enshrin'd His Parents will a Law like that dead corse Leauing his heart is brought vnto his Horse Carried vnto a place that can impart No secret Embassie vnto his heart Climbes some proud hill whose stately eminence Vassals the fruitfull vales circumference From whence no sooner can his lights descry The place enriched by his Mistresse eye But some thicke cloud his happy prospect blends And he in sorrow rais'd in teares descends So this sad Nymph whom all commiserate Once pac'd the hill of Greatnesse and of State And got the top but when she gan addresse Her sight from thence to see true happinesse Fate interpos'd an enuious cloud of feares And she with-drew into this vale of teares Where Sorrow so enthral'd best Vertues Iewell Stones check'd griefs hardnes call'd her too-â—oo cruel A streame of teares vpon her faire cheekes flowes As morning dew vpon the Damaske-Rose Or Crystall-glasse vailing Vermilion Or drops of Milke on the Carnation She sang and wept ô yâ—â— Sea-binding Cleeues Yeeld Tributary drops for Vertue grieuesâ— And to the Period of her sad sweet Key Intwinn'd her case with chaste Penelope But see the driâ—ling South my mournfull straine Answers in weeping drops of quickning graine And since this day we can no further goe Restlesse I rest within this Vale of Woe Vntill the modest morne oâ— earths vast Zone The euer gladsome day shall re-inthrone THE FIFTH SONG THE ARGVMENT In Nâ—ats that rocks to pittie moue Ioya sings her buried Loue And from her home of plentie giue Comfort to Truth whom 〈…〉 Repentance house next cals me on With Riots true conuersion Leauing Amintas Loue to Truth To be the Theame the Muse ensâ—'th HErefull of Aprill vail'd with sorrowes wing For louely Layes I dreary Dirges sing Who so hath seene yong Lads to sport themselues Run in a low ebbe to the sandy shelues Where seriously they worke in digging wels Or building childish sorts of Cockle-shels Or liquid water each to other bandy Or with the Pibbles play at handy-dandy Till vnawares the Tyde hath clos'd them round And they must wade it through or else be drown'd May if vnto my Pipe he listen well My Muse distresse with theirs 〈◊〉 paralell For where I whilome sung the loues of Swaines And woo'd the Crystall Currants of the Plaines Teaching the Birds to loue whilst euery Tree Gaue his attention to my Melodie Fate now as enuying my too happy Theame Hath round begirt my Song with Sorrowes streame Which till my Muse wade through and get on 〈◊〉 My griefe swolne Soule can sing of Loue no more But turne we now yet not without remoâ—se To heauenly Aletheius sad discourse That did from Fida's eyes 〈◊〉 exhale When thus she shew'd the Solitarie Vâ—â—e â—ust in the midst this ioy-forsaken ground A hillocke stood with Springs embraced round And with a Crystall Ring did seeme to marry Themselues to this small Ile
strong 〈◊〉 When if a Carriers 〈◊〉 be brought vnto him His Mans â—an hold his â—oor whilst 〈…〉 him Remorce was so inforc'd to binde him stronger Because his faults requiâ—â—d infliction longer Then any 〈◊〉 prest wighâ— which many a day Since 〈…〉 himselfe had past that way When all the cruell tormentâ— he had burne Galâ—ed with chaines and on the 〈◊〉 high 〈◊〉 Pinching with glowing pincers his owne heart All â—ame and restlesse full of woundâ— and smart He 〈◊〉 Posterne 〈◊〉 â—o inward hiâ—s And from the gate a two-fold path describe One leading vp a hill Repentance way And as more worthy on the right hand lay The other head-long steepe and lik'ned well Vnto the path which tendeth downe to hellâ— All steps that thither went shew'd no returning The port to paines and to eternall mourning Where certaine Death liu'd in an Ebon chaire The soules blacke homicide meager Despaire Had his abodes there gainst the craggie rocks Some dasht their 〈…〉 with relentlesse 〈◊〉 Others on trees ô most accursed elites Are fastening knots so to vndâ—â— themselues Here one in sinne not daring to appeare At Mercies seat with one 〈◊〉 or â—eare Within 〈…〉 was 〈…〉 an eye That vnto God it might for 〈…〉 cry There from a Rocke a 〈…〉 newly fell All torne in peeces to goâ— whole to Hell Here with a sleepie Potion one thinkes fit To graspt with death but 〈…〉 know 〈…〉 There in â— gool◠〈◊〉 their liues 〈◊〉 And die in water to reuiue in fire Here hangs the bloud upon the guiltlesse stones There wormes 〈…〉 Here lyes and 〈…〉 Without 〈◊〉 her liâ—â—s of 〈…〉 Scattring the ground and as 〈…〉 As they at vertue spurâ—ed in the world Fye haplesse wretch ô that 〈…〉 Measur'st Gods mercy by thine owne deseruing Which cry'st distrustfull of the power of 〈◊〉 My sinnes are greater then can be forgiueâ— Which still are ready 〈…〉 At euery stripe of worldly miserie O learne thou in whose 〈◊〉 the Dragon liâ—kâ—s Gods Mercy 〈◊〉 is o'erall hiâ— workes Know he is pitifull apt to forgiue Would not a sinners death but that he liue O euer euer rest vpon that word Which doth assure thee though his two edg'd Sword Be drawne in Iustice gainst thy sinfull soule To separate the rotten from the whole Yet if a sacrifice of prayer be sent him He will not strike or if he strike repent him Let none despaire for cursed Iudas sinne Was not so much in yeelding vp the King Of life to death as when he thereupon Wholy dispair'd of Gods remission 〈◊〉 long doubting stood which way were best To leade his steps at last preferring rest As foolishly he thought before the paine Was to be past ere he could well attaine The high-built Palace 〈◊〉 aduenture on Thaâ— path which led to 〈◊〉 confusion When sodainly a voice as sweet as 〈◊〉 With words diuine began entice his 〈◊〉 Whereat as in a rapture on the ground 〈…〉 lay and all his senses 〈◊〉 A time of rest onely that facultie Which neuer can be seene nor euer dye That in the essence of an endlesse Nature Doâ— sympathize with the All-good Creator That onely wak'd which cannot be inâ—err'd And from a heauenly Quire this diâ—ty heard Vaine man doe not mistrust Of heauen winning Nor though the most vniust Despaire for sinning God will be seene his sentence changing If he behold thee wicked wayes estranging Climbe vp where pleasures dwell In flowry Allies And taste the liuing â—ell That decks the Vallies Faire Metanoia is attending To crowne thee with those ioyes which know 〈◊〉 ending Herewith on leaden wings Slâ—â—pe from him flew When on his arme he rose and sadly threw Shrill acclamationâ— while an hollow caue Or hanging hill or heauen 〈◊〉 answer gaue O sacred Essence lightning me this houre How may I lightly stilâ— thy great Power Eccâ— Power Power but of whence vnder the green-wood spray Or liu'st in heaâ—'n say Eccâ— In Heauens 〈◊〉 In heauens aye â— tell may I it obtaine By almes by fasting prayer by paine Ecch. By paine Shew me the paine it shall be vndergone I to mine end will still goe on Ecch. Goe on But whither On Shew me the place the time What if the Mountain I do climbe Ecch. Doe climbe Is that the way to ioyes which still endure O bid my soule of it be sure Ecch. Be sure Then thus assured doe I climbe the hill Heauen be my guide in this thy will Ecch. I will As when a maid taught from her mother wing To tune her voyce vnto a siluer string When she should run she rests rests when should run And ends her lesson hauing now begun Now misseth she her stop then in her song And doing of her best she still is wrong Begâ—ns againe and yet againe strikes false Then in a chafe forsakes her Virginals And yet within an houre she tries anew That with her daily paines Arts chiefest due She gaines that charming skill and can no lesse Taâ—e the fierce walkers of the wildernesse Then that Oâ—agrin Harpist for whose lay Tigers with hunger pinde and left their pray So Riot when he gan to climbe the hill Here maketh haste and there long standeth still Now getteth vp a step then fals againe Yet not despairing all his nerues doth straine To clamber vp a new then slide his feet And downe he comes but giues not ouer yet For with the maid he hopes a time will be When merit shall be linkt with industry Now as an Angler melancholy standing Vpon a greene banke yeelding roome for landing A wrigling yellow worme thrust on his hooke Now in the midst he throwes then in a nooke Here puls his line there throwes it in againe Mâ—ndeth his Corke and Bait but all in vaine He long stands viewing of the curled streame At last a hungry Pike or well-growne Breame Snatch at the worme and hasting fast away He knowing it a Fish of stubborne sway Puls vp his rod but soft as hauing skill Wherewith the hooke fast holds the Fishes gill Then all his line he freely yeeldeth him Whilst furiously all vp and downe doth swim Th'insnared Fish here on the top doth sâ—ud There vnderneath the banks then in the mud And with his franticke fits so scares the shole That each one takes his hyde or starting hole By this the Pâ—ke cleane wearied vnderneath A Willow lyes and pants if Fishes breath Wherewith the Angler gently puls him to him And least his haste might happen to vndoe him Layes downe his rod then takes his line in hand And by degrees getting the Fish to land Walkes to another Poole at length is winner Of such a dish as serues him for his dinner So when the Climber halfe the way had got Musing he stood and busily gan plot How since the mount did alwaies steeper tend He might with steps secure his iourney end At last as wandring Boyes to gather Nuts A hooked Pole he from a Hasell cuts Now throwes it here then there to take some hold But bootlesse
against all throes of Fate would stand Acknowledge it his deed and so afford A passage to his heart for Iustice sword Rather then by her losse the world should be Despiz'd and scorn'd for loosing such as she Now with a vow of secrecy from both Inforcing mirth he with them homewards go'th And by the time the shades of mighty woods Began to turne them to the Easterne Floods They thither got where with vndaunted heart He welcomes both and freely doth impart Such dainties as a Shepherds cottage yeeldâ— Tane from the fruitfull woods and fertile fields No way distracted nor disturb'd at all And to preuent what likely might befall His truest Caelia in his apprehending Thus to all future care gaue finall ending Into their cup wherein for such sweet Girles Nature would Myriades of richest Pearles Dissolue and by her powrefull simples striue To keepe them still on earth and still aliue Our Swaine infus'd a powder which they dranke And to a pleasant roome set on a banke Neere to his Coaâ— where he did often vse At vacant houres to entertaine his Muse. Brought them and seated on a curious bed Till what he gaue in operation sped And rob'd them of his sight and him of theirs Whose new inlightning will be quench'd with teares The Glasse of Time had well nye spent the Sand It had to run ere with impartiall hand Iustice must to her vpright Ballance take him Which he afraid it might too soone forsake him Began to vse as quickly as perceiue And of his Loue thus tooke his latest leaue Caelia thou fairest creature euer eye Beheld or yet put on mortalitie Caelia that hast but iust so much of earth As makes thee capable of death Thou birth Of euery Vertue life of euery good Whose chastest sports and daily taking food Is imitation of the highest powres Who to the earth lend seasonable showres That it may beare we to their Altars bring Things worthy their accept our offering I the most wretched creature euer eye Beheld or yet put on mortalitie Vnhappy Philocel that haue of earth Too much to giue my sorrowes endlesse birth The spring of sad misfortunes in whom lyes No blisse that with thy worth can sympathize Clouded with woe that hence will neuer flit Till death eternall night grow one with it I as a dying Swan that sadly sings Her moanfull Dirge vnto the siluer springs Which carelesse of her Song glide sleeping by Without one murmure of kinde Elegie Now stand by thee and as a Turtles maâ—e With lamentations inarticulate The neere departure from her loue bemones Spend these my bootlesse sighes and â—illing grones Here as a man by Iustice doome exilde To Coasts vnknowne to Desarts rough and wilde Stand I to take my latest leaue of thee Whose happy and heauen-making company Might I enioy in Libia's Continent Were blest fruition and not banishment First of those Eyes that haue already tane Their leaue of me Lamps fitting for the Phane Of heauens most powre which might ne're expire But be as sacred as the Vestall fire Then of those plots where halfe-Ros'd Lillies be Not one by Art but Natures industry From which I goe as one excluded from The taintlesse flowres of blest Elixium Next from those Lips I part and may there be No one that shall hereafter second me Guiltlesse of any kisses but their owne Their sweets but to themselues to all vnknowne For should our Swaines diuulge what sweeâ—â— there be Within the Sea-clipt bounds of Britanie We should not from inuasions be exempted But with that prize would all the world be tempted Then from her heart ô no! let that be neuer For if I part from hence I dye for euer Be that the Record of my loue and name Be that to me as is the Phoenix flame Creating still anew what Iustice doome Must yeeld to dust and a forgotten toombe Let thy chaste loue to me as shadowes run In full extent vnto the setting Sun Meet with my fall and when that I am gone Backe to thy selfe retyre and there grow one If to a second light thy shadow be Let him still haue his ray of loue from me And if as I that likewise doe decline Be mine or his or else be his and mine But know no other nor againe be sped She dyes a virgin that but knowes one bed And now from all at once my leaue I take With this petition that when thou shalt wake My teares already spent may serue for thine And all thy sorrowes be excus'd by mine â—ea rather then my losse should draw on hers Heare Heauen the suit which my sad soule prefers Let this her slumber like Obliuions streame Make her beleeue our loue was but a dreame Let me be dead in her as to the earth Ere Nature loose the grace of such a birth Sleepe thou sweet soule from all disquiet free And since I now beguile thy destinie Let after patience in thy brest arise To giue his name a life who for thee dies He dyes for thee that worthy is to dye Since now in leauing that sweet harmonie Which Nature wrought in thee he drawes not to him Enough of sorrow that might streight vndoe him And haue for meanes of death his parting hence So keeping Iustice still in Innocence Here staid his tongue and teares anew began Parting knowes more of griefe then absence can And with a backward pace and lingring eye Left and for euer left their company By this the curs'd Informer of the deede With wings of mischiefe and those haue most speed Vnto the Priests of Pan had made it knowne And though with griefe enough were thither flown With strict command the Officers that be As hands of Iustiâ—â— in her each decree Those vnto iudgement brought him where accus'd That with vnhappy hand he had abus'd The holy Tree and by the oath of him Whose eye beheld the separated limb All doubts dissolu'd quicke iudgement was â—warded And but last night that hiâ—her strongly guarded This morne he should be brought from yond â—oâ—k Where euery houre new store of mourners flocke He should be head-long throwne too hard a doome To be depriu'd of life and dead of toombe This is the cause faire Goddesse that appeares Before you now clad in an old mans teares Which willingly flow out and shall doe more Then many Winters haue seene heretofore But Father quoth she let me vnderstand How you are sure that it was Caelia's hand Which rent the branch and then if you can tell What Nymph it was which neere the lonely Dell Your shepherd succour'd Quoth the good old man The last time in her Orbe pale Cynthia ran I to the prison went and from him knew Vpon my vow what now is knowne to you And that the Lady which he found distrest Is Pida call'd a Maid not meanly blest By heauens endowments and. Alas â— but see Kinde Philocel ingirt with miserie More strong then by his bonds is drawing nigh The place appointed for