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Daphnis or, a pastoral elegy upon the unfortunate and much-lamented death of Mr. Thomas Creech.
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Froud, John.
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disdainful Mien Apace she walk'd and crost the shaded Green The Shepherd view'd her as she past along Dropt down his Reed and strait forgot his Song With wishing Eyes he gaz'd upon her Charms And wou'd have dy'd t' have dy'd within her Arms Deep draughts of Love he drunk and strong desire His Breast like Etna glow'd with inward Fire Which when the Nymph perceiv'd more proud and coy She look'd and smil'd with a malicious Joy Nor could he since the cruel Tyrant move Obdurate Maid to Pity or to Love The sad the direful Passion still increas'd Ten Thousand raging Thoughts distract his Breast His Flock and darling Muse no longer were His dear delight his Pleasure and his Care The Nymph the Nymph he thinks of nought but her But hapless Youth The more he lov'd the more she scorn'd his Flame And seem'd to hate both Love and Daphnis Name Then from our Groves to yonder Wood he flies Strange Power of Love and there despairing dies Thyrsis The last time I the wretched Swain beheld Was on a Sunny Bank in Aegon 's Field All Fire himself he minded not to shun The Heat of Day or fly the scorching Sun Wildly he star'd his Face look'd pale and wan He sigh'd and languish'd like a dying Man When to him thus I spoke Unhappy Youth and can there be no Cure What Tortures dost thou feel what Pains endure Whilst by a cruel unrelenting Maid Thou art to Misery and Death betray'd Ah canst thou not forget her fatal Charms And take some kinder Beauty to thy Arms Return return to our abandon'd Grove And there thou mayst be happy in thy Love For thee in amorous Fires Lycoris burns For thee the lovely Galetea mourns Wer 't thou from this inglorious Bondage free A Thousand Blessings wait to fall on thee The Jolly Troops that us'd to hear thy Lays And crown thy Brows with Wreaths of verdant Bays In Sighs and Tears of thy hard Fate complain Begging kind Heav'n to break the subtle Chain Which holds thy Heart and thy sweet Muse restore That thou mayst charm them as thou didst before Thy scatter'd Flooks too o're the Forests roam Wanting their Shepherd to compell them home Rise then dear Daphnis give this Fondness o're And think of cruel LALAGE no more Thus I and thus reply'd the sighing Swain Ah Thyrsis if thou wouldst remove my Pain Give me my Love so may I sooth my Grief Forget my Cares and grow more fond of Life For tho' so proud disdainful and unkind Without her I can hope no Peace to find My wandring Thoughts her Form do's still pursue And still my Soul ha's LALAGE in view Ah savage Fair wouldst thou this bounty give For since thou wilt not Love I cannot Live Wouldst thou but deign to close my trembling Eyes Or drop a Tear or two as Daphnis dyes With Joy I 'd meet the cold Embrace of Death And bless my Charmer with my latest Breath Didst thou but Rage with such a fierce desire I 'd rush thro' foaming Seas and Storms of Fire Attempt the greatest Dangers and not grieve To part with Life so LALAGE might Live But thou malicious fair one with Disdain Laughs at my Grief and smiling mock'st my Pain Be gone ye Quacks your Arts no longer boast In spight of all your Med'cines I am lost Be gone ye Cheats who with vain Charms pretend To make departed Shades again ascend Be gone ye Zealots who at Altars bow The Gods are deaf and cannot hear you now I rave I rage I burn oh let me fly To some dark desart Place and there I 'll dye Thus spoke the Swain and acted as he said Raving to yonder gloomy Wood he fled Where for a while with piercing Sighs and Groans He fills the Shades and his dire Fate bemoans Repeating still the cruel Charmer's Name And on each Tree records his hapless Flame Till quite o'erwhelm'd with Woe and drown'd in Grief He thus gave up the sad remains of Life Farewel ye Swains to Death 's dark Courts I go To mourn amongst the weeping Shades below Farewel ye Streams and conscious Groves he cry'd So did the dreadful work of Fate and dy'd Alex. Unhappy Youth What could the Fates design To bless the World with such a Muse as thine Yet suffer Death to ravish her away E're she could half her smiling Charms display What Star what baleful Planet rul'd thy Birth Shedding malignant Rays upon the Earth That thou shouldst dye amidst thy Vernal Bloom Before thy Muse had brought her Harvest home But 't was a dismal sad untimely Death That robb'd so soon the Shepherd of his Breath Thus blooming Trees are nipt with killing Frost Thus budding Flowers harsh Mildews often blast Hadst thou surviv'd what Wonders had we seen What listning Crowds had throng'd each Grove and Green Upon thy Voice the Nymphs and Swains had hung As when before great Tytyrus sweetly sung Thyrsis But Tityrus is gone and Daphnis fled And all our Hopes are with the Shepherds dead Farewel dear Youth so fast my Tears do flow That Words are wanting to express my Woe As Hebrus stopt for Grief his golden Side When on it's Banks the tuneful Orpheus dy'd So do our Groves and Rivers seem to mourn In silent Sorrow for their Swains return But thou canst ne're return For thou hast crost the irreameable Lake And Charon's Boat comes always empty back Here did the Swains their mournful Theme give o're Sighs stopt their Words and they could speak no more FINIS Lately Printed KIng Henry IV. with the Humours of Sir John Falstaff A Tragi-Comedy as it is Acted at the Theatre in Little Lincolns-Inn-Fields Revived with Alterations Printed for John Deeve at Bernard's Inn-Gate in Holborn Where you may be furnish'd with most Plays
A Pastoral ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF Mr. THOMAS CREECH DAPHNIS OR A Pastoral ELEGY Upon the Unfortunate and much-lamented DEATH OF Mr. THOMAS CREECH Negat quis Carmina Gallo Hunc etiam Lauri hunc etiam flevere Myricae Virgil. LONDN Printed for John Deeve at Bernard's Inn-Gate in Holborn 1700 DAPHNIS c. THYRSIS ALEXIS THE Rosie Morning with prevailing Light Had now dispell'd the humid Shades of Night And smiling Phaebus spread his Thirsty Beams To drink the Dew and tast the Silver Streams When on a rising Mountain's fragrant Side By Flora deckt in all her gawdy Pride The mourning Shepherd young Alexis lay Sickning at Light and weary of the Day On conscious Heav'n he fix'd his weeping Eyes As if he sought his Daphnis in the Skies Daphnis who from the Earth was lately fled Daphnis he living lov'd and mourn'd for Daphnis dead When Generous Fortune kindly brought that way Sad Thyrsis to assist the pensive Boy To be the kind Companion of his Woe That both their Tears might in one Current flow Thus then the Youth began a doleful Strain And thus bespoke the Sympathizing Swain Alexis Ah Thyrsis hast thou heard the dismal Tale How Daphnis dy'd in yonder Gloomy Vale Say couldst thou think that he whose Verse could move A Rock to Pity or a Stone to Love Who could like Ovid tendrest Thoughts instill Should fall a Victim to a Woman's Will Thyrsis Yes Shepherd yes the Story is too true Look how the Groves have chang'd their verdant hiew The wither'd Leaves lie scatter'd all around And blasted Flowers disgrace the sacred Ground Yes he is dead the poor unhappy Swain Lov'd beauteous LALAGE but lov'd in vain Fantastick proud and conscious of her Charms She scorn'd his Love and fled his wishing Arms. Nought cou'd prevail tho' all Loves Arts he try'd She sacrific'd the Shepherd to her Pride Ungentle Nymph to thee we owe his Death 'T was LALAGE that rob'd poor Daphnis of his Breath Alex. Ah cruel Nymph we 've lost the learned'st Swain That ever sung on our Arcadia's Plain What sprightly Thoughts what Joy did he inspire When with such Art he touch'd the Roman Lyre What tender Pity did our Souls invade When he bewail'd the Royal Grecian Maid How well his Muse the fatal Story told When she the poor Lucretia's Fate condol'd When Daphnis Sung how did our Groves rejoyce And Grottos Eccho to his charming Voice How slow did silent Ousa roul along When Daphnis taught us great Lucretia's Song Where wandring Atoms in Confusion hurl'd Agreed by Chance and so compos'd a World Whilst Nervous Numbers with harmonious Feet In such a soft and tuneful Cadence meet As to his lasting Honour fully prove Chance could not in such Beauteous Order move Then Cruel Nymph how could thy Pride refuse So soft a Lover and so sweet a Muse Hadst thou but yeilded to our Daphnis Love On every Green in every blooming Grove The Nymphs and Swains had blest thy happy Name And LALAGE and Daphnis fill'd the Mouth of Fame But now both Nymphs and Swains unite their Breath To Curse thy Scorn and mourn the Shepherds Death Whose Shade now wandring in the pensive Grove Still still complains of LALAGE and Love Daphnis farewel farewel unhappy Swain May'st thou in Lethe's Lake forget thy Pain And in oblivion sleep till thou no more Remember what thou didst or what thou wert before Thyrsis See yonder Sheep how ragged now and bare A happy Flock whilst they were Daphnis Care But now they mope and straggling o're the Plain Lament all Day and mourn their absent Swain No more they Joy to Crop the tender Buds Nor seek at Noon cool Springs and shady Woods In neither Sun nor Shade they now delight Nor dread the Foxes or the Wolves by Night here pin'd to Death a harmless Lambkin lies And there for Grief his bleating Mother dyes As if she did with her departing Breath Invoke just Heaven t'avange her Masters Death Alex. And Pan will sure revenge the Shepherd's Fate Altho' perhaps his vengeance comes but late Last Night returning home in yonder Grove Where we were us'd to sing and talk of Love I heard great Pan and all the Sylvan Train Of Daphnis Love and Daphnis death complain The weeping Heav'ns a Shower of Tears distill'd And all the Woods were with loud Sorrow fill'd Whilst mournful Ecchoes all their Sighs rebound Wishing they had been something more than Sound Pan most of all the Shepherd's Death deplor'd He Daphnis lov'd and Daphnis him ador'd Oh my dear Boy he cry'd why wouldst thou dare To view a Face so tempting and so Fair Why why didst thou indulge the secret Fire Ah! why wouldst thou admit the fond desire And hope th' imperious LALAGE to move Why didst thou dye alas why didst thou Love But 't is in vain to ask 't was so decreed So I coy Syrnix chas'd and caught a trembling Reed Fair Fatal Sex who can our Souls surprize With tender Looks and soft bewitching Eyes Were you but half as pitiful and kind The God of Love had not been counted blind On you we Gaze and feel a pleasing Pain Steal to our Hearts and glide thro' every Vein Till drunk with Love our weakness we betray And dye if you refuse to yield the Joy More had he spoke but Words began to fail And breathless Ecchoes murmur'd in the Vale Convulsive Sorrow swell'd his throbbing Breast Adieu adieu he cry'd and sigh'd the rest Thyr. But say what chance what luckless Fortune drew The scornful Virgin to the Shepherd's View Where did his fatal Passion first begin Ah! Where was she by wretched Daphnis seen Alexis Beneath a Shade to shun the Heat of Day On Ousa's flow'ry Banks our Daphnis lay Whilst his glad Flocks around their Master feed Charm'd with the Musick of his Voice and Reed Of Chaos first he sung and boundless Space Before the Birth of Matter Time or Place Before Old Night had felt the piercing Ray Of Light and yielded to invading Day Then how the wondrous Universe began What Order thro' the new-made Structure ran The Birth of Nature and the Birth of Man Then chang'd his Subject and in softer Strains Discover'd Grecian Loves to Brittish Swains Whilst LALAGE from an adjacent Glade Where trembling Boughs compos'd a moving Shade With Pleasure listen'd to his warbling Airs And drunk the pleasing Tales with greedy Ears Then o're the Lawns she trips with nimble Feet To know who 't was sung so divinely Sweet And as she past along th' impatient Maid With curious Eyes each secret Place survey'd Still following Eccho as a faithful Guide Till she at distance had the Shepherd spy'd Thyrsis Ah happy Swain Hadst thou but fled from that unhappy Place And never seen her fair enchanting Face Thou yet hadst been the Lord of all our Plains And we yet heard thy soft harmonious Strains Alexis But Daphnis to his Fate with Pleasure run He saw the Nymph he lov'd and was undone With haughty Looks and a