old Arcadian Knight Cor. And me thinks my true-Loue beares the bell for clearenesse for clearenesse beyond the Nimphs that be so bright Phil. Had my Coridon my Coridon beene alack my Swaine Cor. Had my louely one my louely one beene in Ida plaine Phil. Cinthia Endimion had refus'd preferring preferring my Coridon to play with-all Cor. The Queene of Loue had beene excus'd bequeathing bequeathing my Phillida the golden ball Phil. Yonder comes my Mother Coridon whether shall I flie Cor. Vnder yonder Beech my louely one while she passeth by Phil. Say to her thy true-Loue was not here remember remember to morrow is another day Cor. Doubt me not my true-Loue doe not feare farewell then farewell then heauen keepe our loues alway FINIS Ignoto ¶ The Shepheards solace PHoebus delights to view his Laurell tree The Poplar pleaseth Hercules alone Melissa mother is and sautrixe to the Bee Pallas will weare the Oliue branch alone Of Shepheards and their Flocks Pales is Queene And Ceres ripes the Corne was lately greene To Chloris euery flower belongs of right The Dryade Nimphs of Woods make chiefe account Orcades in hills haue their delight Diana doth protect each bubling Fount To Hebe louely kissing is assign'd To Zephire euery gentle-breathing wind But what is Loues delight To hurt each where He cares not whom with Darts of deepe desire With watchfull iealousie with hope with feare With nipping cold and secret flames of fire O happy houre wherein I did forgoe This little God so great a cause of woe FINIS Tho. Watson ¶ Syrenus Song to Eugerius LEt now the goodly Spring-tide make vs merrie And fields which pleasant flowers doe adorne And Vales Meads Woods with liuely colours flourish Let plenteous flocks the Shepheards riches nourish Let hungry Wolues by dogges to death be torne And Lambes reioyce with passed Winter wearie Let euery Riuers Ferrie In waters flow and siluer streames abounding And fortune ceaselesse wounding Turne now thy face so cruell and vnstable Be firme and fauourable And thou that kill'st our soules with thy pretences Molest not wicked Loue my inward sences Let Country plainenesse liue in ioyes not ended In quiet of the desert Meades and mountaines And in the pleasure of a Country dwelling Let Shepheards rest that haue distilled fountaines Of teares proue not thy wrath all paines excelling Vpon poore soules that neuer haue offended Let thy flames be incended In haughty Courts in those that swim in treasure And liue in case and pleasure And that a sweetest scorne my wonted sadnes A perfect rest and gladnes And hills and Dales may giue me with offences Molest not wicked Loue my inward sences In what law find'st thou that the freest reason And wit vnto thy chaines should be subiected And harmelesse soules vnto thy cruell murder O wicked Loue the wretch that flieth furder From thy extreames thou plagu'st O false suspected And carelesse boy that thus thy sweets doost season O vile and wicked treason Might not thy might suffice thee but thy fuell Of force must be so cruell To be a Lord yet like a Tyrant minded Vaine Boy with errour blinded Why do'st thou hurt his life with thy offences That yeelds to thee his soule and inward sences He erres alas and soulely is deceiued That calls thee God being a burning fire A furious flame a playning griefe and clamorous And Venus sonne that in the earth was amorous Gentle and mild and full of sweet desire Who calleth him is of his wits bereaued And yet that she conceaued By proofe so vile a sonne and so vnruly I say and yet say truly That in the cause of harmes that they haue framed Both iustly may be blamed She that did breed him with such vile pretences He that doth hurt so much our inward sences The gentle Sheepe and Lambs are euer flying The rauenous Wolues beasts that are pretending To glut their mawes with flesh they teare asunder The milke-white Doues at noyse of fearefull thunder Fly home a-maine themselues frō harme defending The little Chick when Puttocks are a crying The Woods and Meadowes dying Forraine of heauen if that they cannot haue it Doe neuer cease to craue it So euery thing his contrary resisteth Onely thy thrall persisteth In suffering of thy wrongs without offences And lets thee spoile his heart 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 shunnes all consolation A spendlesse flame that neuer is impaired A friendlesse death yet life in death maintaining A passion that is gaining On him that loueth well and is absented Whereby it is augmented A iealousie a burning griefe and sorrow These fauours Louers borrow Of thee fell Loue these be thy recompences Consuming still their soule and inward sences FINIS Bar. Yong. ¶ The Shepheards Arsileus reply to Syrenus Song O Let that time a thousand moneths endure Which brings from heauen the sweet siluer showers And ioyes the earth of comfort late depriued With grasse and leaues fine buds and painted flowers Ecchoe returne vnto the woods obscure Ring forth the Shepheards 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 griefes thou do'st controule Good Loue doe not forsake my inward soule Presume not Shepheards 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 doe wearie Crown him with flowers or else ye do him wrong And consecrate your Springs to his behests I to my Shepheardesse My happy Loues with great content doe sing And flowers to her doe bring And sitting neere her by the Riuer side Enioy the braue Spring-tide Since then thy ioyes such sweetnesse doth enroule Good Loue doe not forsake my inward soule The wise in ancient 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 heart 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 command To birds beasts transformed Great Monarchs haue not scorned To yeeld vnto the force of beauties lure Such spoiles thou do'st procure With thy braue force which neuer may be tould With which sweet loue thou cōquer'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 Shepheardesse 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
must begin And from hence-forth this question neuer make If that thou should'st a secret Louer take Of force it doth behooue That thou should'st be belou'd and that againe Faire Mistresse thou should'st loue For to what end what purpose and what gaine Should such perfections serue as now in vaine My loue is of such art That of it selfe it well deserues to take In thy sweet loue a part Then for no Shepheard that his loue doth make Sweet life doe not my secret loue forsake FINIS Bar. Yong. Another of the same by Firmius the Shepheard IF that the gentle winde doth moue the leaues with pleasant sound If that the Kid behinde Is left that cannot finde her Dam runnes bleating vp and downe The Bagpipe Reede or Flute onely with ayre if that they touched be With pitty all salute And full of loue do◠brute thy name and sound Diana seeing thee A faire Mayd wed to prying Ielousie The fierce and sauage beasts beyond their kinde and nature yet With pitteous voyce and brest In mountaines without rest the selfe same Song doe not forget If that they stay'd at Faire and had not passed to prying Iealousie With plaints of such despaire As moou'd the gentle ayre to teares The Song that they did sing should bee One of the fairest as euer I did see Mishap and fortunes play ill did they place in Beauties brest For since so much to say There was of beautie sway they had done well to leaue the rest They had enough to doe if in her praise their wits they did awake But yet so must they too And all thy loue that woe thee not too coy nor too too proud to make If that thou wilt a secret Louer take For if thou hadst but knowne the beautie that they heere doe touch Thou would'st then loue alone Thy selfe nor any one onely thy selfe accounting much But if thou do'st conceaue this beauty that I will not publique make And mean'st not to bereaue The world of it but leaue the same to some which neuer peere did take Sweet life doe not my secret loue forsake FINIS Bar. Yong. ¶ Damelus Song to his Diaphenia DIaphenia like the Daffa-down-dilly White as the Sunne faire as the Lilly heigh hoe how I doe loue thee I doe loue thee as my Lambs Are beloued of their Dams how blest were I if thou would'st proue me Diaphenia like the spreading Roses That in thy sweetes all sweetes incloses faire sweet how I doe loue thee I doe loue thee as each flower Loues the Sunnes life-giuing power for dead thy breath to life might moue me Diaphenia like to all things blessed When all thy praises are expressed deare Ioy how I doe loue thee As the birds doe loue the Spring Or the Bees their carefull King then in requite sweet Virgin loue me FINIS H. C. ¶ The Shepheard Eurymachus to his faire Shepheardesse Mirimida VVHen Flora proud in pompe of all her flowers sate bright and gay And gloried in the dewe of Iris showers and did display Her mantle checquer'd all with gaudie greene Then I alone A mournfull man in Ericine was seene With folded armes I trampled through the grasse Tracing as he That held the Throne of Fortune brittle glasse And loue to be Like Fortune fleeting as the restlesse winde Mixed with mists Whose dampe doth make the clearest eyes grow blinde Thus in a maze I spied a hideous flame I cast my sight And sawe where blithely bathing in the same With great delight A worme did lie wrapt in a smoakie sweate And yet t was strange It carelesse lay and shrunk not at the heate I stood amaz'd and wondring at the sight while that a dame That shone like to the heauens rich sparkling light Discourst the same And said My friend this worme within the fire Which lyes content Is Venus worme and represents desire A Salamander is this princely beast Deck'd with a Crowne Giuen him by Cupid as a gorgeous creast Gainst Fortunes frowne Content he lyes and bathes him in the flame And goes not forth For why he cannot liue without the same As he so Louers liue within the fire Of feruent loue And shrinke not from the flame of hote desire Nor will not moue From any heate that Venus force imparts But lie content Within a fire and waste away their harts Vp flew the Dame and vanish'd in a cloud But there stood I And many thoughts within my minde did shroud My loue for why I felt within my heart a scorching fire And yet as did The Salamander t was my whole desire FINIS Ro. Greene. ¶ The Shepheard Firmius his Song SHepheards 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 heart could finde was in my power It is not long since griefe and sorrow My louing heart 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 saw Loue made me know in what degree His valour and braue force did touch me with his law First he did put no more nor lesse Into my heart 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 estranged 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 saw that there did want My heart 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 doe see But for because I heard her say None die for loue for I beleeue none such there be Then this thou shalt beleeue by me Too late and without remedie as did in briefe Anaxerete and thou shalt see The little she did satisfie with after griefe FINIS Bar. Yong. ¶ The Shepheards praise of his sacred Diana PRaised be Dianaes faire and harmelesse light Praised be the dewes wherwith she moists the ground
me Cannot my beautie moue thee Pitty yet pitty me Because I loue thee Aye me thou scorn'st the more I pray thee And this thou do'st and all to slay me Why doe then Kill me and vaunt thee Yet my Ghost Still shall haunt thee FINIS Out of M. Morleyes Madrigalis ¶ To his Flockes BVrst forth my teares assist my forward griefe And shew what paine imperious Loue prouokes Kinde tender Lambs lament Loues scant reliefe And pine since pensiue care my freedome yoakes Oh pine to see me pine my tender Flockes Sad pining care that neuer may haue peace At Beauties gate in hope of pittie knocks But mercie sleepes while deepe disdaines encrease And Beautie hope is her faire bosome yoakes Oh grieue to heare my griefe my tender Flockes Like to the windes my sighs haue winged beene Yet are my sighs and sutes repaide with mockes I pleade yet she repineth at my teene O ruthlesse rigour harder then the Rockes That both the Shepheard kills and his poore Flockes 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 Doe 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 Cynthia 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 destinie Doth either 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 Cynthias praise I weare her Rings on Holy-dayes On euery Tree I write her name And euery day I reade the same Where Honour Cupids riuall is There miracles are seene of his If Cynthia craue her Ring of mee I blot her name out of the tree If doubt doe darken things held deere Then wel-fare nothing once a yeere For many runne but one must win Fooles onely hedge the Cuckoe in The worth that worthinesse should moue Is loue which is the due of loue And loue as well the Shepheard 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 Cynthia MY thoughts are wing'd with hopes my hopes with loue Mount loue vnto the Moon in clearest night And say as she 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 carrie If for mistrust my Mistresse doe you blame Say though you alter yet you doe not varie As she doth change and yet remaine the same Distrust doth enter hearts but not infect And loue is sweetest seasoned with suspect If she for this with cloudes doe maske her eyes And make the heauens darke with her disdaine With windie sighs dispierce them in the skies Or with thy teares dissolue them into raine Thoughts hopes and loue returne to me no more Till Cynthia shine as she hath done before FINIS ¶ These three Ditties were taken out of Maister Iohn Dowlands Booke of Tableture for the Lute the Authours names not there set downe and therefore left to their owners 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 Disarm'd of reason spoyl'd of Natures goods Without redresse to salue my heauinesse I walke whilst thought too cruell to my harmes with endlesse griefe my heedlesse iudgement charmes My silent tongue assail'd by secret feare My trayterous eyes imprison'd in their ioy My fatall peace deuour'd in fained cheere My heart 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 FINIS S. E. D. ¶ The Shepheards sorrow being disdained in loue MVses help 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 world vntrustie Flattering hope beguileth euer Wearie old and wanton lustie Dawne of day beholds enthroned Fortunes darling proud and dreadlesse Darksome night doth heare him moaned Who before was rich and needlesse 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 help 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 heart enioyed Thoughts their thinking haue disclaimed Hate my hopes haue quite annoyed Scant regard my weale 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 changed 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 Drinke 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 Lambes 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