breast And there receive my almost wearied Soule Her wings are weary and implore some rest Her wearied wings their slippery fate condole And scorne me not that I so much have sought thee For know Azile I have dearly bought thee 41 For know Azile I have dearly paid For thee if of thee I am e're possest Possess me then with thy prevailing ayd And ayd to that shore that must make me blest There shall I sing Encomions to thy praise And praise the lustre of thy noble Spirit When ravish't by those Epithalmâ—…an layes Of Nymphs thou shalt their Nymph-like grace inherit And Hymeâ—… in a saffron vaile shall come O're a faire field bestrew'd with Margerum 42 There shall the scores of either love be read And there my pains in which thou hast delighted There shall my love for her offences plead There shall my vowes be paid my pains requited And those that do except against my age Harpocrates to silence shall conjure A Vultur shall his starv'd desire asswage Vpon their hearts cause they my pains procure What though scarce have twice ten winters told As much as is in man in me behold 43 As much as is in man in me should be But that thou hast bereft me of my heart I want those glozing words of flattery By which some men gaine more than by desert I want that wit which ought to parallell Thy virtues and procure deserving bliss I want that strength and vigour to repell Dejected griefe which guides loves wheele amiss I want those means which should all good supplant Within my brest and chiefely thee I want 44 Loves coach they say is made of Ebony And drawn by Turtle Doves of Silver hue To shew the brightnesse of pure amity With Turtles yoak't than Turtles what more true Along whose sides the purple silke doth twind The silver Ouches to the golden wheels So outward beauty should a lover bind For who the outward love the inward feels Eye sight confirmes but vertues motives be T is not alone thy face I love but thee 45 Thee for thy virtues I alone admire Azile mine but mine no more thou art Yet canst thou not those raging flames expire Of Love unless thou hast a double heart O double not my pains my dearest love Nor let the Torments of my Soule increase For private envy will all truth reprove That Kingdome safest lives that lives in peace How can we then a true concordance find When we two one have both a diff'rent mind 46 A Poet said if Cupid be a power Let him possess me now with his desire When suddenly his eyes began to loure And he expir'd his life in helpless fire And so must I perish within that flame If these will not thy heart to pitty bend If still thy slinty heart remains the same I wish that with this line my life might end And this cmplaint about the earth be hurl'd Alive to death but dead unto the world 47 And hear I stay expecting now the doom And sentence of eternall joy or grief Which from thy sweet or fatall lipsmust come For while I live thou of my heart art chiefe Then shew thy selfe as thou desir'st to be Vnstaind in all thy wayes in all upright That following dayes with pure integrity May sweet my sorrowes past with some delight And here I rest expecting the regard Of faithfull love and his deserv'd reward Peliander FINIS To the immortall memory of the fairest and most vertuous Lady the Lady HEr tongue hath ceast to speak which might make dumb All tongues might stay all Pens al hands benum Yet must I write O that it might have been While she had liv'd and had my verses seen Before sad cries deaf'd my untuned ears When verses flow'd more easily than tears Ah why neglected I to write her praise And paint her Vertues in those happy dayes Then my now trembling hand and dazled eye Had seldome fail'd having the pattern by Or had it err'd or made some strokes amiss For who can portray Vertue as it is Art might with Nature have maintain'd her strife By curious lines to imitate true life But now those Pictures want their lively grace As after death none well can draw the face We let our friends passe idlely like our time Till they be gone and then we see our crime And think what worth in them might have been known What duties done and what affection shown Vntimely knowledge which so dear doth cost And then begins when the thing known is lost Yet this cold love this envy this neglect Proclaims us modest while our due respect To goodness is restrain'd by servile fear Lest to the world it flatt'ry should appearâ—… As if the present hours deserv'd no praise But age is past whose knowledge only stayes On that weak prop which memory sustains Should be the proper subject of our strains Or as if foolish men asham'd to sing Of Violets and Roses in the Spring Should tarry till the flow'rs were blown away And till the Muses life and heat decay Then is the fury slack'd the vigour â—…led As here in mine since it with her was dead Which still may sparkle but shall flame no more Because no time shall her to us restore Yet may these Sparks thus kindled with her fame Shine brighter and live longer than some flame Here expectation urgeth me to tell Her high perfections which the world knew well But they are far beyond my skill t' unfold They were poor vertues if they might be told But thou who fain would'st take a gen'rall view Of timely fruits which in this garden grew On all the vertues in mens actions look Or read their names writ in some morall book And sum the number which thou there shalt find So many liv'd and triumph'd in her mind Nor dwelt these Graces in a house obscure But in a Palace fair which might allure The wretch who no respect to vertue bore To love It for the garments which it wore So that in her the body and the soule Contended which should most adorn the whole O happy soul for such a body meet How are the firm chains of that union sweet Dissever'd in the twinkling of an eye And we amaz'd dare ask no reason why But silent think that God is pleas'd to show That he hath works whose ends we cannot know Let us then cease to make a vain request To learn why die the fairest why the best For all these things which mortals hold most dear Most slipp'ry are and yeeld less joy than fear And being lifted high by mens desire Are more propitious marks for heav'nly fire And are laid prostrate with the first assault Because our love makes their desert their fault Then justice us to some amends should move For this our fruitless nay our hurtfull love We in their Honour piles of stone erect With their dear Names and worthy praises deckt But since those fail their glories we reherse In better Marble everlasting verse By which
we gather from consuming hours Some parts of them though time the rest devours Then if the Muses can forbid to die As we their Priests suppose why may not I Although the least and hoarsest in the quire Clear beams of blessed immortality inspire To keep thy blest remembrance ever young Still to be freshly in all ages sung Or if my work in this unable be Yet shall it ever live upheld by thee For thou shalt live though Poems should decay Since Parents teach their Sons thy praise to say And to Posterity from hand to hand Convey it with their blessing and their land Thy quiet rest from death this good derives Instead of one it gives thee many lives While these lines last thy shadow dwelleth here Thy fame it self extendeth ev'ry where In Heav'n our hopes have plac'd thy better part Thine Image lives in thy sad Husbands heart Who as when he enjoy'd thee he was chief In love and comfort so is he now in grief To his dear Friend Mr. Iohn Emely upon his Travells HAve other Nations got that tempting art Or Seas O thou the second of my heart To steal thee from us shall thy presence plant Those goods elsewhere which Countrey thine doth want And chiefly me who every winde abjure That loudly roars to make thy passage sure As much I blame the calms for secret fear Though without cause in all things will appear And now my thinks the Cantabricianâ—…lood With open jawes growes thirsty for thy blood Which if great â—…aelums off-spring doth appall The calm I â—…ear sits smiling at thy fall Or if Sicilian Seas thou surrowest o're Thy danger by Charibdis I deplore And Scilla's rock whose bloody mouth doth lye For thee if more towards the North you flye If to Eoum or to Indus arm Paropanisian rocks will do thee harm If on Propontis or Tanaisâ—…lood Tanai's and Hellespont are stain'd with blood What pleasure then allures thee to their coast In safest beds pleasure resideth most Nor Countrey can nor other Nations give More sweet content than where thy Parents live What will it boot to view the snowy hills Of Alâ—…ine high whose fleecy moisture fills The humble dales or what will it prevail To hear th' exub'rance of a forrain tale What joy can it produce to hear the swains Leading their flocks along the Scythian plains T' accord their voices to the slender reeds Of Amarillis praise or what exceeds With sweeter pleasure and more bright doth shine In other Countryes than it doth in thine Now to Olimpian hills thou tak'st thy way Farr happier wouldst thou in our valleys stay And see thy Countrey Hero's sports prepare More pleasant than Olimpian pleasures are No service we to Nereus Altar vow Nor dread we Neptune nor to Neptune bow But free from fear in blushing mornings walk Through shady groves to hear woods chanters talk Ruddy Aâ—…roras praise and with free mone To Eccho's only sigh our loves alone In Summer time we walk the flowry meads Where Flora o're her spotted Carpet leads Our eyes and gluts us with discoloured shows Of Flowers which on her am'rous bosome grows Then Zephirus with fair Nepenthe sents Comes stealing o're the flowers and presentâ—… Sweets odors to us while by silver brook We sit and cheat the Fishes with a hook And when the Meadows are disburthened Of grasse and with their withred Cocks are spred Then with our Nymphs and Ladies we resort Vnto those Cocks and on and o're them sport So Frisking Kidds their pleasures will display And with their loves in smiling Evenings play When going forwards with sweet tunes receiv'd Our fingers in each others interweav'd We chat of love and all the way we walke We make the boy the subject of our talk So sport we o're the Meads till Hesper come Allur'd by our delights to light us home The night we pass in contemplations sweet Contented thoughts makes sable night more fleet And in the morning morning beautifi'd With glorious Sol who decks it with his pride We ride about the fields to recreate Our o're-joy'd minds minds never staind with hate Where fearfull hares before our Greyhounds flye A while they run and run awhile they dy Then cast we off our nimble winged hawk Whose speedy flight all baser preys doth bawk And up his envying strength doth manage well 'Gainst him who from Minervas turrets fell Now to her Altar we whose golden hairs Presents our corn whole handfulls of our ears Do bear who smiling on her Altar takes Our Off'rings and next fruitfull harvest makes When you Carpathean and Aegaean Seas With odors stain their flatt'red God to please If palsie Hyâ—…ms with his frozen head Doth hide fair Câ—…râ—…s in his Icy bed With gins we snatch the silly birds and snare With our deceitfull royls the fearfull Hare And now Sydonian Bores with angry pace Through thick Sâ—…ymphalâ—…an Woods our Hounds doe chase Who o're our steepy hills their way doe flye Where Countrey swains their speedy flight descry And with a hollow of rejoycing sounds Blown up encourage our pursuing Hounds Retiting home we praise or discommend Their long-maintained race or hasty end When loggs of wood in spacious Chimneys laid Of a consuming fire a fire are made And we with our beloved wives declare Those sweet contents in Countrey pleasures are O might I taste those Marriage joyes and tell What pure delight in upright Love doth dwell And now to feast lov'd Christmas with delight Our neighbours to our suppers we invite Which past and stools before the fier set All former wrath and wranglings we forget And while the Apples in the fiers rost Of kindnesse wee and Countrey friendship boast Till with a Wassell which our wives impart With sugred hands we close the night and part These things thy nation yields us and would prove More blest wouldst thou adorn her with thy love For if thou still depriv'st us of that light Thy presence gives and that intire delight By which thy Country smiles she will decay In fame and her renown will fade away And I pursue thee o're Bononian Rhyne And to thee my dejected life confine Will Bosworth FINIS Virg. Georg. lib. 3. Lib. Georg 2. a A Poet of Creet a Silenus herein is used for Bacchus The Tale of Bacchus Diana The stoâ—â— Haemon Antigone * Alterna faciâ—…s sibi dat respâ—…nsa rubore tener affectum prodit â—…trique pudor The story of Eramio and Amissa a A River in Campania a griefâ—… The Goâ—… of Silence a Hei mihi quod nullis amor est medicabilis herblsâ—… b Credo ali quis Daemon c. a An Italian who wrote the private sedition of Illyricum b These sprung first from the Sons of Lara by the Painims called Houshold Gods of whom Ovid Ponitur ad Patrios barbara praeda dâ—…os a Playes called Actis used every fifth year in honour of Apollo b Theâ—â—x tree a Semel in anno ridet Apollo b Res est solliciti plena cimoris amor * Tibullus Lib. 4 Illam quiâ—…quid agit quoquo vestigia vertit Composuit furtim subsequâ—…turque decor Seu solvit crines susis decet esse capillis Seu compsit compâ—…is est reverenâ—…a comis a An ancient use to burn the bodies of the dead and put the Ashes into Vessels which they called â—â—nes whereof Ovid Met Lib. 4. Quodque rogis superest una requiescit in urna a Catulluâ—… Quis me uno vivit felicior aut magis hac est optandâ—â— vitâ dicere quis poterit a Epimenides a Creet b Creet c A gate in Rome d A high way from Rome to Campania e A town in Campania a Neptune b Islands about Campania a A Fury of Hell b Iupiter of Saturn and 〈◊〉 c The Altars d the Gyant a The Gyant a A Town in Campania
withstand But gently stepping t'wards his Bow did hie And Phoenix-like into the flames did flie So Pilomel doth willingly depose Her tender brest against the Thorne so those Who Bleeding easly meet death void of paine Phaâ—…iphae so in Ida woods did raigne Twice did the honour of Latona move A scornd defiance to Arcadius Love But twice by Ericyna t was defac't And twice more Love into her heart was plac't Wherefore unwilling to omit the art The Salve she thought would molliâ—…ie her smart Half doubting Cupid who such change had wrought Gave speech the leave to ease her of her thought Love who the greatest Potentates can tame Ruine of zeale at whose majestick name Blind wicked boy disguiz'd with all untruth The Gods have yeelded honour to his youth Sprung first from Venus Goddess of his art If blind as some suppose how can he dart Showrs of such wrongs on silly Womans heart Thou Goddess of the Vallies and the Plains See how the wagg thy sacred rites disdains Thou thou Latona's Daughter whose delights I vow to perfect and maintain thy rites In spite of Cupid see how he deposes Thy Holy Lawes see how he plucks thy Roses And crops the fairest Lillies of thy Closes Into my heart some heavy thought is straid But there it shall not nor long hath it staid Some muddy cloud hath overwhelm'd my face And left behind it shaddowes of disgrace Thus when the Heav'ns thy mighty Father lowrs His anger is some bitter tasted showrs To perish quite the odours of thy flowers Thus hath he given power to the Boy Who strives thy Virgin odours to destroy Vrg'd by the daughter of Oceanuâ—… His Frothy Mother enemy to us And she doth practice his deceitfull smiles The fittest motions with which he beguiles And with a touch thy Vestall lamps defiles Vp thou Alphea shew thy pow'r and skill Reserve thy virgins wholly to thee still Lend us the swiftest â—…rethusa's feet To flie Alpheus make our prayers fleet And that we may doe honor to thy name Do thou in Ephesus thy will proclame That we with nettles may defie his flame Thus did she feed her thoughts on weak dispair Sighing her sorrows to the empty air Repining only that her heavy fate Prest down so hard to make her derogate Might I said she Idaliâ—…'s garments wear I would be glad would she but hear my prayer Or Dian thou to whom I am devoted Admit not my true zeal to be remoted From service thine if still thy power thou hast If Citherea hath it not defac't Say whether yet he any hath imbrac't Say whether yet he any hath embrac't If yet to thee his service be ally'd Let not his cheeks of any sorrows tast 'T is pity such pure streams with worse be dy'd But howsoe're if happy him be ty'd And Hymen link him to some other Bride Let not his name nor kindred be deni'd And thus she discontinuing Dian's fires Vext with excess of heat and love retires Into the garden where she takes free scope To vent her plaints but all deny her hope Each flowr she sees gives a fresh appetite To that sweet flowr she wants there 's no delight But dreams and visions haunt her in her sleep The birds that us'd to sing now seem'd to weep And all with heavy voice did seem to move Complaints and wail for her unhappy love Nor could she say 't was love did her oppress Since she was ignorant of what fair guess She was enamored she saw his face And knew he was a man but of what race And name she knew not nor knew where he dwelt Oft so for unknown cause strange pains are felt Oft from the garden would she send her eyes Loves faint Embassadors into the skies For help and oft with shrill complaining sounds Would weep forth prayers with which the air abounds Thence would she unto Venus Altar hast Where when the myrrhe and odors she had plac't And mixing plaints with the perfuming flame Grant me great Queen of Love to know his name Thence would she unto Dian's Altar hie And do the like and thence to Cupid flie But still return'd inrag'd amaz'd unblest Till fairest Hecate heard her request Not far from Talmos there a City was Câ—…speria nam'd Dâ—…lia's denoted place Where she a temple had sacred to her Where ofâ—… unmarried people did prefer Their pray'rs remoted only for the same No â—…ymi neall servants thither came Now was the time when cloth'd in Scythian whites Her Priests were ready to perform her rites Her Cups were with â—…astaâ—…ion liquors fill'd Her Altar with pale Sacrifices hill'd That all her virgins came to wait upon her Bearing their â—…estall lamps Dianaâ—…s honor When Sepha t'wards her temple did repair Cloth'd all in yellow whose dishevell'd hair Stirr'd with the winde gave a reflective shine As Iove had tow'd her in a golden shrine Down to Gargaphia did she take her way Fear lending wings since Love had caus'd her stay Too long and as she tript o're those fair Lawns Roughfooted Satyres Satyres Nymphs and Fawns With various colour'd flowers which they had set Made for her feet a pleasant Carquenett Her eyes when first they glanc't towards the place Whither she would O more than human race Said she be thou propitious to me still Impute not this delay want of good will Towards thy holy Laws and as she prayd The more she run the more she thought she staid Chiefly for this when first her tender feet With gentle motions brought her to those sweet Those diapred those rape enamor'd dales First mother to those cool perfumed gales Which Zephyrus from flowry Meadows sends To court Aurora whose beauty extends Like blushing sighs with which women beguile Back to the same to grace them with a smile She heard shrill voices shrill complaining cryes The hasty messengers of some dull eyes Call her to witness with lamenting verse Like those that use to houl over the herse Of their dead friends to which as women use â—…he gives a skreek women can seldome chuse Which skreek whether it were for strangeness rather That all the Silvan dwellers 'bout her gather Or whether 't was the rareness of her voice As sure it was for that O Heav'nly noise Hath power to lead the wildest rudest ear Which once those Heav'nly raptures doth but hear From uncivility to deep amaze But be it what it will they all did gaze And flock about her silent pale and wan Till one it seemes the chiefest of them all began Hence ugly grief to which they all agree Though our King 's gon wee 'l make our Queen of thee Then gan they leap and dance with such delight Which put fair Sepha into such a fright That from her eyes she let fall such a frown That seen of them they all fell trembling down Yet such was Sepha's vertue and good nature That she would not permit the smallest creature Through her to perish if from her there came Ought did extingish the desired flame
proud to tye her hair And so delighting held it up so hard Lovers from favours of it were debarr'd Each step she took was like a vertuous way Or path where her distressed Lovers lay For as she went casting her eyes aside Many admiring at her beauty dyd Of all the gestures that her body had With one especiall gesture she was clad And that was this oft as thou us'd to walk Into the groves to hear the small birds talk Antigone thy praise thou oft was us'd I think by some diviner power infus'd To ravish men often was thou indu'd With that sweet grace which each spectator ru'd A carelesse winding of thy body 't was Reeling and nodding as thou by didst pass Like frisking Kidds upon the Mountains seen Or wanton Lambs that play upon the Green Then wouldst thou leap from bank to bank and rise Th' Iocastaean body into the skies While Zephyrus better to help the flee Would flie beneath but 't was thy Heav'n to see Then wouldst thou swing abroad thy tender handsâ—… At whose pure shine each eye amazed stands And with thy finger beck which gave excuse To lovers saying thou call'dst but t was thy use This Haemon saw ev'n as the smiling ground With various-colour'd flowers her temples crown'd She crops a rose and why so did she seek There was a purer Rosie in her cheek But Lord to see putting it to her nose What purer beauty could there be then those Like Corall held in her most most pure hands Or blood and sickly milk that mingled stands The pale-fac'd Lillie from the stalk she tears Ev'n as the Lillie so Narcissus fares Sweet Crocus from his weeping root she twinds And him with his beloved Smilax binds Nor Hyacinthus must this favours â—…lie Who with the Cyprian Anenomy After she had retir'd into a shade Of these discâ—…lour'd flowers a posie madeâ—… Then lying downâ—… for sleep began to play The wanton with her eye-lids as she lay She slept not seeing Haemon who still kept Out of her sight or else she had not slept Then gan the Silvan warblers to renew Their pleasant notes with all the merry crew Kind Spring affords each striving best to keep Their untaught quaver lullâ—…ng her asleep Her Posie to her left hand she convey'd And on that hand her weary head she laid Her right hand had the office to employ A safeguard to her brest where Haemons eye Stood ready fixt softly he would have stole The Posie thence but each wink did controle His bold attempt at last with ravish'd joy That Fortune op't to him so fair a way To so divine a mark he gently laid His trembling lips to hers and softly said Ye Powrs be thank't and if such power ye have As there 's no power but what is yours ô save Your servant ô permit not her disdain T' acquaint my heart with just cause to complainâ—… Still let her sleep rob me not of this bliss Still let her sleep e're I this favour miss Camelion-like I 'l live upon her breath It Nectar is and will preserve from death With that she wak'd and seeing there so nie An unknown guest she rose and gan to flie Abash'd she would have spoke but too much fear Caus'd it so softly that one could not hear Whether she chid or no Great Queen said she Who art rewarder of Integrity Let me not be defil'd this Haemon heard And would have answer'd but he was debarr'd By her ensuing voice which might inflame Cold Neptunes bosome if but heard the same She views him well surveys with curious eye His face * who with like language doth reply A face she saw the face she sure had known But that she did compar 't with was her own Of beauty pure too pure she thought it was To be the picture of a humane face Those speaking looks that Grace and Majesty Far better would befit a Deity To whom she said but what I must omit Since I am ignorant nor is it fit To let my thoughts into those secrets pry which they deny For had she not been curious of her will She n'ere had whisper'd n'ere had been so still But Haemon thus Lady your looks a Tragick tale unfold I fear the end before I hear it told Why should you tremble so or be affraid Of him in whom your power is display'd Remit this boldness that I did intrude Into your sacred Grove ô fair exclude Not my complaints from your still honor'd praise Lest sable night give period to my dayes Peace said Antigone shall ev'ry grove Where babling Echoes dwell witness your love So much I heard and saw her prettie look Shew him her face in which there lay a book By Cupids finger wrote while he o're joy'd Kist as she spake and with her ribonds toy'd He took her by the hand and softly crusht Sweet balm from thence at sight of which she bluâ—… He would have sav'd the same but of it mist She would have spake but as she spake he kist Then met his hands about her tender wast So Iupiter when Danae he imbrac't And such like toyes they us'd as lovers use While a pure kiss as if they would infuse Into each others brest their souls was given For Haemon vow'd by all the Powers of Heaven No impious thought that honour should molest Which was ingraven in his loyall brest And that he was from all deceit as free As he desir'd to finde Antigone Goe then said she 't is but one lingring night Our bodies part but ah they parted quite For she towards Diana took her way Where then in Camp Dianas virgins lay Ready to give our God their strong assault Where she was slain Oh 't was her Haemons fault For he belike that Cupid had implor'd Which some call God that favour to afford Through his beloveds brest with his keen dart To make an easie passage to her heart Which Cupid to fulfill did open lay A hole through which a Iavelin took his way At this she starts revenge my death she cry'd Haemon my love Haemon farewell and dy'd At this disaster Dian did repine Hold hold said she Bacchus the battle 's thine The hill I 'le leave yet e're I take my way Permit that I by yonder spring do lay My Virgin dead which yeelded there she laid Her corps and over them a Statue made It stood upright and looking t'wards the East The blood ran trickling down her wounded brest And on each side her sisters statue stood With weeping clothes wiping away the blood This being done Diana left the place Fears making furrowes in her virgin face Her Sisters left to let her body lye But since their Statues did accompany Her tomb they took their way having don this To yon Casperia where her Temple is Now Tytan weary of that sable bed Night did him lend towards Auroraâ—…led When Haemon weary of slow-footed hours Oft wisht the morning which come each cloud lowrsâ—… The windes spake loud and little birds were
mute For Sol had cloth'd him in a mourning sute The morning wept but what it might foreshow Haemo suspected not sweet Winds did blow No more the Powers themselves with heavy eyes Gave a consent to weep her Tragedies Straight to the place appointed there to meet He hi'd time lending wings unto his feet He calls his love Antigone he cries Why art so slow to meet him who relies Vpon thy faith more than upon his own Then speaks unto the Trees have you not known Which way she went or hath she not bin here Is she too slow she is too slow I fear Himself replies and like a Tiger flees With raving eyes enquires of all he sees The fairest Rosie that the garden bred Saith he hath now forgot the Mother bed Of its first birthâ—… I feare it hath been pulld By some unluckie hand whose drops have lulld It in a bath of Mildew or hath been Cause of mishap cause of some deadly sin Else why should Phebus shame to show his face And creep behind a cloud lest some disgrace Should taint him of conspiracy or why Should Coelum's vesture yeeld a Sympathy Of griefe or why should shrill complaining cryes Of Ecchoes strive to peirce the Azure Skies Wherefore do little Birds forbeare to sing To Amphiluche and her praises ring Along the vallies Why do Lillies fade Or why do Roses yield a ruddy shade For their late sickly leaves ther 's some mishap Hath sure enforc't the Fatall Nymphes to crap Their still still brittle threads the virgin signe No more I see's belov'd but doth repine The custody thereof for thrice five years And that 's the Infants time the Cypresse fears To bud lest in pale hours it should be torn And cropt lamented Herses to adorn What this Eclipse what this cloud might presage This blushing Earth presenting now a stage I cann't conjecture unless it should be A Theatre to act a tragedie With these and such like words he vents his Soul Of those o're burth'ning maladies and foul Conjectures which such torments did inâ—…lict Vpon his heart enough even to convict Him of a sincere love which like a wind Hurries him to the Spring there there to find His Mistris statue O unhappy eyes Of mine said he that view the obsequies Of my dear love what did not Haemon say He beats his brest endeavours to allay His scorned life and from his head he tears Whole handfulls of his hairs Ye sullen Gods what mov'd you to divide Her Soul from hence distracted Haemon cryde Seek'd yea for some revenge t is true alas Because her vertues did your vertues passe Ye Fatall Nymphs that hurry on the threads Of our weak lives and cut it in the midds Of our best time what moved you to be So envious against Antigone But since your Powrs have made me so accurst By her sad death ye Powrs now do your worst Yet help me first to weep before I die For my Antigone an Elegie With that he took his pen and having wrote Her heavy dirge with a lamenting note He laid him down upon her Tomb and praid Then with a Sphear a speedy passage made Towards his love ev'n to whose throne he cryd Make room for me my love so sigh'd and dyd At this mischance the Fatalls did repine And turn'd his blood into a Columbine Which still retains his nature in three days It gains its prime and in its prime decays His body then reposing on her urne The Gods did to a Marble statue turne Whole head upon his weary hand doth rest And looking stedfast on her wounded brest Surveys the blood that blood with watry eye Which leavs her brest to turn t'a Tulippie So Haemon t'wards Elisium did flie But e're he went he left this Elegie Vnder her feet ingraven on which be The lively praise of dead Antigone Ravisht with Necta breathing from those dales Where Zephirus in all his worth remains I past th' Arabian desarts and the vales And thence I jorney'd o're the Scythian plains I jorney'd thence and in Diana's bowers My eyes bedew'd me with distilling showers I sate me down to think upon my loves The thought of which proceedings made me weep Vntill the warbling chanters of the groves Lull'd me into a sweet and pleasant sleep Me thought I sported on th' Areâ—…dian mountains And then I sate me by Minerva's Fountains Sitting and musing by those silver streams Where babling Ecchoes whisper'd forth my mone As if awakened from some glorious dream The Muses shew'd me on a marble stone Character'd lines of gold whose triple layes I coppi'd out to prattle forth their praise Aspire to honour her whose glories such Nature hath given that artificiall face No Muse nor Goddess can delight so much Excepting her who is her chiefest grace Oft so the Dove a whiter Turtle brings And from the self same root a fairer flower springs Some say the fairest Cupid being mov'd Mourn'd as he went and thinking on her â—…pin'd Intirely seeking seeking her he lov'd Till too much gazing on her made him blind He call'd her Vesta and to prove the same Erected up a Trophee to her name Durst I but tell the world how much I love her Omitting nothing that I could express Rapt in those Heav'nly joyes that seem'd to hover Only to crown her with their sacred bliss Too long I should upon her praises dwell Hymnes are unworthy of her worth to tell Symethis shows how far her voice exceeds Musicall charms whose sacred breath doth sink Inchanted hearts and where it stayes it breeds The sweet Nepenthe which the Gods do drink Having their love they make her what they can Equall to them too Heav'nly for a man Many that view her sweet Elisian face Admiring stand as if some silver hook Ran from her eyes to tye them to the place Tempting the Gods to read the am'rous book Her cheeks inclose while every wanton air As proud to kiss her sporteth with her hair Sestos injoy'd so beautifull a Lass Me thought her equall could not eas'ly be If yet with Hero she compared was 'T was not fair Hero that 's so fair as she Her face bedeckt with beauties sweet adorningâ—… Exceedeth far the blushing of the morning Yet see how Fate hath stole her Soul away And wrapt it in the fair Elisian rest Slow time admit me here no longer stay Till blest with her I never can be blest Receive dear Love into those Azure skyes This soule who whilome to thy bosome flyes So much for this now for the cause we weep Fair Lady know Bacchus is fall'n asleep The nature of the Spring we have declar'd So have you of Dianas battell heard At this she sigh'd and as she gently praid For some revenge the Satyres grew affraid The winds spoke loud Dian in choler burn'd And each of them cleaving to trees she turn'd To Ivie whence it still is twinding found And Bacchus nurses are with Ivie crown'd Thus Fortune whose continuall wheely force Keeps constant course still keeps
while I in faith involv'd Fluentus doe by this make thee resolv'd Eramio to Fluentus REports of Gratulations to retain Me for your vowed servant are but vain For prosperous gales may drive me more your debtor Through Neptunes fomie floods to love you better For this pretext Epithalamium like The mirror of which influence doth strike That Epithesis to my humid sense That young Leander like I banish hence Foolish dispaire when such an easy price Favour'd by love may win a merchandise Richer than Cholchos pride such power and force Have your Platonick lines to make a course That once seem'd tedious when it was begun Pleasant and short to those that needs must run Thus far my thanks your counsell being had Kindly and seriously of one as glad As may be when he finds a friend will say And botch his lines to make an hower a day Trust me the winds are not so false as fleet Nor amorous nor kiss they all they meet Without exception those be foolish winds Which Boreâ—…s like blusters on all it finds There is indeed a breath that takes delight With his obdurate busses to affright Chaldei met come from Lavinium dales In love's disgrace but these are not the gales My Muse reports of t is a pleasing aire Which only sits and nestles in the haire Of my dear love which like a feth'red rain Circuits the Globe and thither comes again Witness the heads of those Aeolin streams Whose bubling currents murmur forth the dreams Of Nymphs and Satyres which acount the groves The ardent Salopia for their loves Ardent Narcissus mist the love he sought Yet foolish boy what ere he wisht he caught He lov'd himself and when himself he misses The eccho's mock him for his foolish wishes Amidst such Hero and such â—…hisban choices Thrusting him farther with their wanton voices To deeper griefs mounted on th' highest tops Dispair could grant those clear and silver drops Which only lingred time to kiss she sweet The innocent the purâ—… and heavenly feet Of my faire love amaz'd him to behold For what they touch't they straitway turn'd to gold For shame Queen Flora daigns not to appeare Abash't to seâ—… a fairer Flora here Nor Cynthia did more chastity embrace Than she nor Venus a more lovely face Whose radient eyes that kindle Cupids fire Are Cos amoris whetstones of desire Then strive not this intire knot to undoe For I can love thee and Amissa too Eramio This by the one wrot by the other read Stopt Letters mouthes and sudden Parly bred In which dispute Eramio did haste To publish proofs but in his proofs was cast O dear Fluentus said Eramio In whom my soul revives by this I know Thou art upright so will I be upright No more the wicked boy shall taint my sight With his deluding parables I hate His idle lawes and at as high a rate Esteem Diana's worship as before I ever did and her alone adore And will you then neglect that lovely chase Fluentus said you so much did imbrace I will said he and if Eramio live No more I will my youth and honour give To foolish love Idalia's son I bid Thy laws adue and so indeed he did Which when his love the faire Amissa knew How all her wished joys abortive grew She watch't a time even as Eramio came From sweet Casperia Dian's sacred flame And there by force love conquering did move her By force to make Eramio her lover Eramio starts mistrusting even as reason Her self would do some new intended treason What cause said he hath urg'd you to this plot Against my life ye men I know ye not About to strike the faire Amissa cryes O â—…old thy blow for if thou strik'st she dies Whose death thou seek'st And came the cause from thee Eramio said let this thy glory be Thou worst of Women that thou hast receiv'd Thy death from him whose hand hath thee bereav'â—… Of a polluted soul when thou shalt come 'Fore Rhâ—…damanth there to receive thy doom For this last act lament thy self and houl In that thou hast been tainted with so foul An ignominious stain could thy base hearâ—… Permit fruition to this dev'â—…ish art Of base conspiracy O hel-bred evill Hatch't by infernall potions of that Devill Father to thee and thine had I suppos'd So faire a frame as thine could have inclo'd Such hatefull guess within or had I thought Thy often flatt'ring messages had wrought By that black art from which this harm proceeds Or such faire beauty could have mask'd such deeds Long since thy soule to that black Cave had fled Of envious night and I snatch'd from thy head Those glorious Anadems thou us'd to wear Chaplets of curious flowers I did prepare For thy bewitching browes O how I hate My wicked star my too too envious fate I hate the time that did induce desire Of love I hate the fewel caus'd the fire I hate my eyes too credulous and kind To thy false heart that strikes thy beauty blind And which more honour from thy brest discovers To give example to young foolish lovers I vow by heaven and all the powers there be Therein I hate my self for loving thee His words half spoke Cyandus daughter cryes Is this the meed of zealous love and dyes For young Eramio in this plot deceav'd Vp from the ground the massie stone had heav'd Borne by the fury of a Tyrannous spite And as his present anger did invite Hurl'd it amongst them heard you not the sounds Of strugling vialls powring from their wounds Consumed oyle Amissa's feeble heart Paying untimely death for his wish't dart Its purest streams but lo a sudden change Wrought by inspired miracles doth range There deep amased eares amidst the throngs Of their shrill cryes were heard Elisian songs Like those when Iove his Ganimed had stolâ—… Grâ—…nting a pleasant convoy to her soul Her soul and body gon those Heav'ns to grace As too too worthy for this sordid place Her heart to manifest the cleer complection Of her upright of her unstain'd affection Was metamorphos'd to a Diamont Which so th' afflicted lover did affront With visions dreams and such like signs to move A good conceit of her unspotted love Hold hold said he let my revenge alone The Gods have wayes enowe if once but shown The time will come when Vâ—â—us will inspire Into each scornfull brest tormenting fire By nought to be extinguisht for I know If Poets can divine it must be so It must be so and those who now deride Her holy laws and have too much reli'd Vpon the foolish worships of the Queen Of Chastity whose power is still unseen Ev'n as I am so will I alwayes pray Shall be perplext a thousand times a day This hand curst be this hand and every hand That rescu'd me and helpt me to withstand That glorious yoke my neck should daily move Vnder Amissa's too respective love This hand no more shall sprinkle the persume Of Frankinsence in Dian's
Traitors that debarr'd Wendenlands Crown from righteous Phaon's browe These cause the Gods had quit them of the vowes They made to work his death with open cries Proclam'd their thanks and sent them to the skies But Venus who in constant love delights And ev'ry perfect amity requites Exil'd their joy each one perceives their arms To branches grow each one partakes the harms Of their deserts b a tree there is which bears His summer hue and it in winter wears To this she turns them that continuall green Might manifest their never pard'ned sinne This done I saw a Knight of courage bold Cloth'd all in argent armor strip'd with gold Who vow'd the death of one of us should pay For her mishap to crown the heavy day With Anadems from his victorious hand I too too over forward did demand What was the cause discourteous Knight he said Dost not repent thee that thou hast betraid That honor'd Lady while I ignorant Of what he meant he said t is not the want Of Launce shall keep thee safe till I have shown Thy just revenge so threw away his own But with his sword he taught me what to doe And I my self had sword and armor too Ready to answer him the fight was long And had been longer too till I too strong With an unlucky blow ô wer 't ungiven Betraid his life and sent his soul to Heaven T was â—…lphitheon who of long had lov'd Sappho now dead whose sute I oft had mov'd In his behalf now hearing of her fate Either increast in him suspitious hate T'wards me or furious else did frantick strike Amaz'd unkind to every one alike Dying he knew me and bewaild his losse My friend Arcadius said he the crosse Of this my present state ought not to be A blot to stain our former amitie I die let my remembrance have a place In thy just heart it shall be no disgrace Though envy stole my sense ô 't is no blot No fault at all was mine I knew thee not When here I met thee first My dearest friend I die love the remembrance of my end So said he went away while I distraught For grief of this inhumane wicked fault Vow'd never more to move a Ladies heart Nor for my self nor for anothers part Arcaâ—…ius ceast and Seâ—…ha's turn was now Who said belov'd and worthy Knight that vow You eas'ly may infringe and yet be blest A rash conceit was never held the best You say it may be and it shall be so Arcadius said chiefly for that I know When virtue beauty and intire delight Our nere dissolv'd affection doe unite The fault appears the less the glorious eyes Of the All-seeing power do despise Continuall grief a and â—…ove himself erst whiâ—…e Carousing bouls of wine is seen to smile Fair Lady know as yet to me unknown Your beauty and your virtues have oreslown My willing yeelding sense a secret fire Continually increasing through desire To honor your admired parts doth move By nought to be extinguisht but your love b Love is a thing full of suspitious care By every churlish winde blown to dispair Silent Canius dy'd for love not known To her who did his pure affection own I therefore ope my heart before your eyes Not doubting but you 'r kinde as well as wise Not doubting but you 'r wise as well as kinde Fair Sepha said your worth I know may find Far better Ladies that may more content Your love than I and then you will repent You of your deed which still will you moleâ—…t A rash conceit was never held the best Though all the beauties in the world were one Said he and I by right might seize upon The same yet would I for thy vertues sake Aspire no better fortune than to make Thee my beloved wife * where ere thou art What ere thou dost the Graces grace impart To thy sweet self this hair this lovely hair If loose as thou dost often use to wear Ostends thy freer beauty or if knit It shews rare wisdome is inclos'd in it In fine they are the chains that link desire In ev'ry brest and kindle Cupids fire For which soever way thou dost them wear They fetch thee honour and thy honour bear To me she said you please to speak the best O thought you of me so I should be blest Not that my fond conceit desires to bee Linkt with each pleasing object that I see But of a long retain'd affection I Desire the bonds of perfect amity And since you please to honor me so well With common friendship that in all should dwell Tell me the name of that thrice blessed place Injoyes your presence and from what blest race You draw your line me Arathea claims Said he my much unhappy Parents names Were Capaneus and Evadne they Of good report and noble progeny My Father led by just revenge was chief Of those that wrought distressed Thebes grief Who having wed my Mother then but young And of a pleasant face whose Parents sprung From Iuno's brests unto those wars was call'd Where after many skirmishes befall'd To him this sad mishap when various fights Had clos'd up many with eternall nights He furious and impatient of delay Resolv'd a quick dispatch and with that day To end the wars a Ladder he devises Of cords compos'd by which he enterprizes Apparent means to scale the walls but lo About to clime some wicked hand doth throw A stone upon him yet I 'l clime he said But while his soldiers câ—â—e unto his aid For all their hopes upon his worth reli'd He gave directions for the wars and dy'd My Mother too too heavy for his harm Did help his wounded body to unarm When all his friends to honor him the more Were present and his ruine did deplore a But while the fire consumes with greedy flame His â—…lesh my Mother runs into the same To shew when virtue shrines an uprâ—…ght heart Death never can united honor part In this Campania where my Castle stands I was instructed by the carefull hands Of Callias till understanding bad Revenge be done for wrongs my Parents had I mov'd the wars afresh what means I made With all-perswading reasons to perswade The soldiers aid is this O You said I belov'd for upright wayes And fear'd of all for valour that obeys Your conqu'ring arms I purpose not to add Words to your virtues nor my speech to cladd With flattring robes my just revenge shall cause A triumph for that never scorn'd applause Of your victorious fame which daily mov'd Towards your names O you so well belov'd Your noble friend my Father to whose shrine You pay your yearly tears is now divine He sorry for that harm which would betide Your never conquered arms iâ—… that he dy'd Dy'd loth to leave you now there is a time To heap revenge against them for that crime Those Coward traytors acted when they slew Your noble friend my Father let us view The
cause that moves us to display our war O is 't not meritorious and far Beyond the price of their despised blood Your wisdome knowes your losse our cause is good Too good alas for them I know your love Still still remains alive which makes me move Those valâ—…ant hearts which alwayes you injoy'd To seek revenge 'gainst those that have destroyd Your noble friend my Father This o this Makes me require your help nor greater bliss Can to your dying tombes more honour gather Than to revenge your noble friend my Father O you so well belov'd I need not show The slothâ—…ull Thebans fearfulness you know The manner and the matter of their war How through disorder and discord they jar Amongst themselves your swords their Towers shake At the remembrance of your names they quake When in the skirmage you your valour send To court their necks and shew their lives their end Bethink you for whose sake you fight and let His wonted valor and remembrance whet Your all-commanding swords what greater gain Than their subjection can you obtain Honor from thence will spring their wealth glorieâ—… By you enjoy'd will fill your famous stories With never-dying fame and for your merit Your Sons shall everlasting praise inherit We for revenge renown and amity Our wars display they but for liberty When we have girt their City with the choice Of Martiall men then shall we hear their voice Come creeping to us but our ears are stopt From Traytors mouths till we have overtopt For justice sake on which we have reli'd Their weighty sins and high aspiring pride O you belov'd of all t is not a cause Of little worth nor only for applause I move you to this War survey your hearts There see his tomb his wounds and his deserts Ever to be admir'd your noble freind My Father whose too too unhappy end Requires their bloodâ—… desires no greater bliss Than to present his joyfull soul with this These and such words I us'd with me they swore To fetch the glory which the Thebans wore And plac't upon my Fathers tombe to crown Him with Heroick conquests and renown With me they went with me they overcame The Thebans pride and brought with them their fame Detain'd at wars I saw you not till late Returning home my ever happy fate Blest me to hear your voice My nimble Steed To gratulate my labour with the deed So well belov'd as if he knew my mind Lost me that you fair Lady might me find At this she smiles while his lov'd tale goes on Now since it is your chance to light upon What was ordain'd your own debar me not That service from which is my own by lot While I infolded in your love declare Those sweet contents in Venus pleasures are a For who with more delight can live What are Those joyes that may with these delights compare She blusht and said for e're she spake she blusht Then from her sweet but angry lips there rusht This angry speech beloved Sir I owe More inward zeal than yet I will bestow On your lascivious love and being near Her Talmos flung away and would not hear His quick-prepar'd excuse who over-waid With death-tormenting grief look'd up and said Shall these contempts ore-rule thy virtuous will O Sepha knowest thou whom thy scorns do kill Well she goes on nor looks behind to see The fruits of her disdain his Amitie But hasted home by fond suspition led So Arethusa from Alphaeus fled Till to her chamber come she unawares Beginning now to be perplext with cares Look'd from a window from a window spy'd Her fair Arcadius dead even then she cry'd Her nimble feet had not such power to bear Her half so fast awayâ—… as now her fear Returns her to him ready to complain Vpon her fate her tender eyes doe strain Balm to bedew his cheeks till a sweet kiss It seems beloved better than that blisse The Heav'ns bestow'd recall'd his sleepy eyes Who opening first straight shut again and lyes Clos'd in her arms as if nought more could grace him With greater joyes than when her arms imbrace him At length remembrance usherd by a grone Proclaim'd his life and am I left alone He said then op't his eyes whose fixed sight Not yet from deaths imbracings free did light Vpon her face about his voice to raise Soft kisses stop his speech those past he sayes Yee Gods whose too too hasty shafts have strook Beguiling joyes into my eyes and took My heavy soule from that thrice blessed place Where Sepha dwells who must Elisium grace What yeelds this Heav'n O would I still might live Her presence yeelds more joyes than Heav'n can give Invest me with all pleasures that you please In Heav'n to have with Canticles of ease That follow pious soules they nought will yield To me but grief while o're th' Elisian field And gloomy shades continuall steps I take For her safe wastage or'e the Stygian lake These words he spake taking her face for Heaven In whom the Powers all powerfull grace had given Where still he thought he was while Sepha griev'd With cordiall water from her eyes reviv'd His not yet living sense with greedy eyes He views her face who with this speech replyes To me 't is strange that you within whose brest Such rare undaunted strength and wit doth rest Through foolish grief should yeeld your sacred soul To Charons boat who shall your death condole So slightly caus'd shall I beleeve me no I 'le rather seek some noble means to show How much you strive with faint tormenting mind To raise that heart wherein you lie inshrind Should men dispair for once or twice refusall Few men would speed for to our Sex t is usual And often words outstep the carelesse lip Which past repent that e're they let them slip Now let this message in thy bosome light Arcadius thou art the sole delight Of this my wretched life for thee I live To live with thee to thee my love I give Preserve it then so worthy to be lov'd That of thee alwayes I may be belov'd Let no lascivious thought pollute the same Which may increase a scandall to my name But with unstain'd desires let me be led By Hymens rites unspotted to thy bed Have you not heard young lambs with wailing cries Lament their dams departure who still lies Vnder the sheerers hands with discontent Thinking them dead their sudden death lament While they to hinder the bemoning notes Get up and pay their ransome with their coats Even so Arcadius with attentiveâ—… care Observ'd each word her heav'nly lips did spare Still fearing lest some various conclusion Should draw his life to sable nights confusion But when he heard the full Ladies I know You can conceive what streams of joy did slow In his still honor'd brest he nimbly rose Conjur'd the Air to keep her message close From babling Ecchoes to her self he vows An amrous kiss and she his kiss allows He