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A16273	Englands Helicon Casta placent superis, pura cum veste venite, et manibus puris sumite fontis aquam.	Bodenham, John, fl. 1600, attrib. name.; N. L. (Nicholas Ling), fl. 1580-1607, attrib. name.; A. B., fl. 1600, attrib. name.	1600 (1600)	STC 3191; ESTC S112729	76,651	200

thee spoile his hart and inward sences A publique passion Natures lawes restrayning And which with words can neuer be declared A soule twixt loue and feare and desperation And endlesse plaint that shuns all consolation A spendlesse flame that neuer is impaired A friendlesse death yet life in death maintayning A passion that is gayning On him that loueth well and is absented Whereby it is augmented A iealousie a burning greefe and sorrow These fauours Louers borrow Of thee fell Loue these be thy recompences Consuming still their soule and inward sences Bar. Yong. FINIS ¶ The Sheepheard Arsileus replie to Syrenus Song O Let that time a thousand moneths endure Which brings from heauen the sweet and siluer showers And ioyes the earth of comfort late depriued With grasse and leaues fine buds and painted flowers Ecchoe returne vnto the vvoods obscure Ring foorth the Sheepheards Songs in loue contriued Let old loues be reuiued Which angry Winter buried but of late And that in such a state My soule may haue the full accomplishment Of ioy and sweet content And since fierce paines and greefes thou doost controule Good Loue doo not forsake my inward soule Presume not Sheepheards once to make you merrie With springs and flowers or any pleasant Song Vnlesse mild Loue possesse your amorous breasts If you sing not to him your Songs doo wearie Crowne him with flowers or else ye doo him wrong And consecrate your Springs to his behests I to my Sheepheardesse My happy loues with great content doo sing And flowers to her doo bring And sitting neere her by the Riuer side Enioy the braue Spring-tide Since then thy ioyes such sweetnes dooth enroule Good Loue doo not forsake my inward soule The wise in auncient time a God thee nam'd Seeing that with thy power and supreame might Thou didst such rare and mighty wonders make For thee a hart is frozen and enflam'd A foole thou mak'st a wise man with thy light The coward turnes couragious for thy sake The mighty Gods did quake At thy commaund To birds and beasts tranformed Great Monarches haue not scorned To yeeld vnto the force of beauties lure Such spoiles thou doost procure With thy braue force which neuer may be tould With which sweet Loue thou conquer'st euery soule In other times obscurely I did liue But with a drowsie base and simple kinde Of life and onely to my profit bend me To thinke of Loue my selfe I did not giue Or for good grace good parts and gentle minde Neuer did any Sheepheardesse commend me But crowned now they send me A thousand Garlands that I wone with praise In wrastling dayes by dayes In pitching of the barre with arme most strong And singing many a Song After that thou didst honour and take hould Of my sweet Loue and of my happy soule What greater ioy can any man desire Then to remaine a Captiue vnto Loue And haue his hart subiected to his power And though sometimes he tast a little sower By suffering it as mild as gentle Doue Yet must he be in liew of that great hire Whereto he dooth aspire If Louers liue afflicted and in paine Let them with cause complaine Of cruell fortune and of times abuse And let not them accuse Thee gentle-Loue that dooth with blisse enfould Within thy sweetest ioyes each liuing soule Behold a faire sweete face and shining eyes Resembling two most bringht and twinkling starres Sending vnto the soule a perfect light Behold the rare perfections of those white And Iuorie hands from greefes most surest barres That mind wherein all life and glory lyes That ioy that neuer dyes That he dooth feele that loues and is beloued And my delights approoued To see her pleas'd whose loue maintaines me heere All those I count so deere That though sometimes Loue dooth my ioyes controule Yet am I glad he dwels within my soule Bar. Yong. FINIS ¶ A Sheepheards dreame A Silly Sheepheard lately sate among a flock of Sheepe Where musing long on this and that at last he fell a sleepe And in the slumber as he lay he gaue a pitteous groane He thought his sheepe were runne away and he was left alone He whoopt he whistled and he call'd but not a sheepe came neere him Which made the Sheepheard sore appall'd to see that none would heare him But as the Swaine amazed stood in this most solemne vaine Came Phillida foorth of the vvood and stoode before the Swaine Whom when the Sheepheard did behold he straite began to weepe And at the hart he grew a cold to thinke vpon his sheepe For well he knew where came the Queene the Sheepheard durst not stay And where that he durst not be seene the sheepe must needes away To aske her if she saw his flock might happen pacience mooue And haue an aunswere with a mock that such demaunders prooue Yet for because he saw her come alone out of the vvood He thought he would not stand as dombe vvhen speach might doo him good And therefore falling on his knees to aske but for his sheepe He did awake and so did leese the honour of his sleepe N. Breton FINIS ¶ The Sheepheards Ode NIghts were short and dayes were long Blossomes on the Hawthorne hong Philomell Night-Musiques King Told the comming of the Spring Whose sweete-siluer-sounding-voyce Made the little birds reioyce Skipping light from spray to spray Till Aurora shew'd the day Scarse might one see when I might see For such chaunces sudden be By a Well of Marble-stone A Sheepheard lying all a-lone Weepe he did and his weeping Made the fading flowers spring Daphnis was his name I weene Youngest Swaine of Sommers Queene When Aurora saw t' was he Weepe she did for companie Weepe she did for her sweet Sonne That when antique Troy was wonne Suffer'd death by lucklesse Fate Whom she now laments too late And each morning by Cocks crewe Showers downe her siluer dewe Whose teares falling from their spring Giue moisture to each liuing thing That on earth encrease and grow Through power of their friendly foe Whose effect when Flora felt Teares that did her bosome melt For who can resist teares often But she whom no teares can soften Peering straite aboue the banks Shew'd her selfe to giue her thanks Wondring thus at Natures worke Wherein many meruailes lurke Me thought I heard a dolefull noyse Consorted with a mournfull voyce Drawing neere to heare more plaine Heare I did vnto my paine For who is not pain'd to heare Him in griefe whom hart holds deere Silly Swaine with griefe ore-gone Thus to make his pitteous mone Loue I did alas the while Loue I did but did beguile My deere Loue with louing so Whom as then I did not know Loue I did the fayrest boy That these fields did ere enioy Loue I did faire Ganimede Venus darling beauties bed Him I thought the fairest creature Him the quintessence of Nature But yet alas I was deceau'd Loue of reason is bereau'd For since then I saw a Lasse Lasse that did in

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

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