cost The little Nimphs their yuorie lutes do frame For her the Stygian Marriner to blame Melpomene to whom Apollo gaue The dolefull voice doth mourne besides her graue Pleasant Euterpes eies for anguish weepes To see her gladed in eternall sleepe Canto XIIII O VVhen will Time her equall find againe For to inhabit in this mortall raigne She hath beene oft bewaild of each degree Multi ille bonis flebilis occidit nulla flebilior quam tibi Virgili Hor. Quicquid corrigi non potest levi us â—it pattentia Catullus But of none more sweet vertue then of thee No Orpheus songs can her recall againe Vnto the image of her flouring raigne For Mercurie with his hard wand hath led Her hence vnto the blacke flocke of the dead But when such helps fortune loades the sight Patience and fortitude must make it light Old wintry age in grisly furrowes now Callends of death indents vpon my brow Yet ere I fade and ere my pen shall passe I 'le shew the world how good a Q. she was Canto XV. I In the ruines of my with'red lust That should but meditate on sable dust Thy blandishments as loue-sicke must vnfolde For the succeeding ages to behold Charactring it vpon some mirtles barke In verses fit to greete the mornings larke You little heard-grooms bouÌ„d to shepheards law See then what wight was Astrahonica Purpuriat dedâ— ratque comas diffunderâ— Ventis Virg. The damaske roses incensorie bud For pure vermilioÌ„ could not match her bloud Her voice with wonder hearing charmed still Like to an Orpherion toucht with skil Her hairs that with the warbling winde doth twine Did seem then Tagus richer more deuine Cant. XVI These sonets importe the accomplishments of her youth HEr eies presented with her forehead eueÌ„ Stars dancing in the siluer hall of heaueÌ„ Phoebe reflected not more brighter on Her tender louer yong Endimion Her words from wits circumference did fall Comprising methode most angelicall To such as modestie did not reueale She was obdurate with a flintie zeale Ouid himselfe could not her faire impart And yet her beautie was her poorest part When shee did trip vpon an Aprill greene You would haue took her for Adonis Queene Her daintie lips she moued being merrie Describ'd a corrall kissing of a cherrie Canto XVII THis Shephardesse that death from vs bereaues Her little goates vpon the twining leaues VVas wont to feed Pormosus oues ad flumina pavit Adonis Virg to her our lookes did go To gather indissoluble pure snow For white and red so flourisht in her cheeke That Edins white and orient seem'd to speake Natures decree in polish'd yuorie That with her glade true beauties day should die A hooke of Christall were her haires her eine Ensnar'd with sun beames in a silken line VVhere vertues did a world of hearts behold Surpriz'd by blushes in a net of gold In wonders Simpathie from earth exil'd Her vertue liu'd to beautie reconcil'd Canto XVIII SEeking her face at midnight for the day I did behold night heauen moone may For stars vertues Sunnes flowers did trip From cheeke to forehead from eie to lip Her couÌ„tenaÌ„ce moued with a thousaÌ„d graces As prettie dimples quauer in loues faces Whose lusters had they bin by cignet shown They would haue turn'd Achilles to a stone Haue beene an incensorie flame to make The Phoenix rare an other shape to take A yeare of may-months on her brow did oast Marshalling features to defend the coast Vnder whose ensigne modestie did fight Against all false exacters of delight Canto XIX HEr hairs that on her brow the air did blow Bended I ke daffadillis kissing snow Where beauty drawne with many an azure line Shew'd to the world she was a wight deuine And in her looks were liuing angels drawne Weauing hart-woÌ„ders in her cheeks soft lawn The little stars shot from their fixed places Vnder her eie-lids to behold their faces VVhich sat in Canopies to all discloses Two siluer loade-starres in a skie of roses Pallas disciphred not a fairer dame Of silke and tincy in gold arras frame She was a virgin to be prais'd of kinges And was the diamond of earhtly thinges Canto XX. BVt now yon honied flowers with balmy sap That sunny bloomes awake on Tellus lap Shall decorate no more her bosome sweet For she is gladed in her winding sheete The twining worms within the dead maÌ„s hal For loue knots in het silken locks do craule VVith mourning silence by some secret tree Winding Nec gemere áeria cessabit turtur ab Vlmo Vir. Like to the turtle I will grieue for thee And if I talke my speech but sorrow tels My hearing deafe but onely hearing knels The rotten toade-stoole shall content my tast My sight and feeling after death shall hast That worne with Morphew leane withered I may resemble my companions dead Britans Ode S. XXI VVHen as that cunning Artizan Faire Philomel her song began The time Aurora in her tent Display'd her rubie ornament This time the terme of shepheards law Came louely Astrabonica To teach her corrall lip to plead Of loue in the greene girdled meade Lookes that sith and siths that looke Instantly my arrant tooke Heart did loue to eies deliuer To present the fairest liuer Hartles soules we both did woe VVanting heartes yet both had two Like Ganimed her face did shine That youth which drawes the Gods their wine Her feature seem'd of flesh and bone Like Venus in white marble stone The yuorie girle was not so white In which Pigmalion tooke delight Her skin as sleeke as Affricke silke Aurea mala decemn isi cras altera mittam Virg. Her vainslike violet straines in milke Her haires reueal'd the golden fleece Or passing tindaris of Greece Queene-apples for her did I get VVith yellow sides like amber wheate VVith turtle-doues from mirtle nest VVhile she made bracelets for my wrest But wer 't the sonne of Telaphus Or youthfull chast Hippolitus That had with grizly death agreed To fetch her to th' Elizian meade To be the flower of virgins there I know not but their did appeare From violet buds a serpent blew VVhose sting infix'd Astraea slew There as me a sleepe she sung Death to death her sorrowes stung Medea wanted to apply Nec semper viola nec semper lilia florent â—â—riget amissa spina relectâ— rosa Ouidius Forma breuis flos est Nepenthe buds and dittany And whilest heauens tooke her soule Theeuish death her beauty stole So the rose-bud of our spring Died like euery pleasant thing So the Lilly of our field Presently her life did yeeld Presently for finest leaues First from greene the frost bereaues Thus desteny our life but lends And care begin's where pleasure ends So death's lure must be obaid And good thinges soonest are betraid So that which men most pretious call Springs but to feede mischance withall Phatusa neuer more did mourne VVhen sobs did her to Amber turne
They were repaid with death as chiefest blisse This common peril salue of vanitie Is good because it endeth miserie The power of flesh is but a rotten reede And truth to say Breuis est magnifortuna fauoris Sen. what is prosperitie A slaue to alteration care and dread A slipperie step that ill men magnifie And life is but a warfare against sinne And flesh a bridewell to torment it in All worldly louers die not worthily But twise the paines of fleshly death they beare Whereas the stout and valiant men but die These Cowards feele a double death for feare But fate which none can flatter or suborne Nor tongue entreat ought stoutly to be born I know the propertie of pleasure is To leaue more sorrow when it goes away Then when it came it brought deluding blisse And well I know that death will haue his day 〈…〉 The which defrauding lusts wheÌ„ we haue took In their best stay do vanish all like smoke And done we circumuent our selues thereby The time thereof departs and there we stand Detected factors of a villany Mock'd by the deed and of the hellish band The iudge our coÌ„scieÌ„ce doth coÌ„demn the euil VVhich we commit and leaues vs to the deuill To some good art if Tutors do not binde Vs Otium omnia mala docet a dolescentes Cicer. in our youth the cares of life to trie VVe being free our idle vexed minde To pleasures damned faculties apply That worse then preÌ„tiship our fancie wouÌ„ds Our selues to death proue Acteons hounds Here such as gifts do spare those made poore By giuing no respect can haue for all Pleasure excludeth who can giue no more Then pouertie her Syren voice doth call If once enrich'd she rich poore doth weed Then turn's them out vnto small friended need To harbor in all weathers poore and bare On the cold ground of such as friends had been Some will deride them none relieue their care But say wherefore had he not kept it then Thus when our wealth will not keepe coÌ„pany None will redresse our states in miserie And can we any earthly thing attaine VVithout displeasure labour miserie VVhich of them are not slippery in the gaine And very may games of vncertaintie Their vanitie no author can discusse They are as common vnto beasts as vs. The graue deliuers all men from their care And life once gon sinnes time seemes finished Praemia quanta bonos maneant Inuen In spite of all the snarling curs that are VVhich gnaw the liuing and torment the dead Both rich and poore euen all that suffer grief If good shall after death find full reliefe VVhen Thian from the worldes great voiage came Some ask'd him what a world he then had seen I haue beheld vertue opprest with blame Quoth he poor meÌ„s suits coÌ„founded clean By the vsurping proud and fooles expresse And beat the wise great theeues haÌ„g the les And how for money Argus wil not see How rich meÌ„s falts were sport but poore mens crime How best deserts with thaÌ„ks scarce guerdoÌ„'d be How the opprest bought pitty in his time And how most seeming holy men in gownes Vnder that sanctimony fish'd for crowns This was the worlds rude reuolution then VVhich euer was but vaine and euer shall Remaine mans hurt sinnes shop a daemons den Or like a dreame or tossed tennise ball Mans life is fitly term'd a nothing got The gainers loose the hauers haue it not Care eat 's man's entralls Enuie gnaws his back Fortune with slipperie chances trip his foote Greedines tels him somwhat still doth lacke VVhen he hath tooke his deepest shallow roote His name fame time doth dissolue to noght And one as vaine into his roome is brought The triumph daies which Rome to Caesar gaue Carthage to Hanniball the spartan host Vnto Leonides that Athens graue Impos'd on Pericles and Persia coast Allotted Syrus after victorie Had no repose no perpetuitie For this the heathen Emperours ordain'd So much this worlds vaine frailenes did they know That wheÌ„ they had their diadeÌ„s attaind Masons Caruers should vnto them goe Enquiring of what forme that tombe should be Sowell the Pagans knew their vanitie For this the Romans made a wise decree That when a Consull did in triumph ride In Coach with him a slaue should placed be Which slaue shold say my friend for all this pride Take heed thou know thy self chaÌ„ce doth butleÌ„d This which in shame without great heedwil end seasons yeers Through howrs through daies weeks months Through labor hunger cold care paine teares watchings Throgh false delights fools vniust friends losse From birth life fades vnto the graue again And death the sweet release of sorrow great The flouring bud of youth doth first defeat To Ciperissus youth he was extreame And vnto Hilas who his locks did dight Making his noone daie mirror of a streame And Adlington whose surname Welsteed hight In belgicke wars his launce did ouercome Circling that yong Apollo with a tombe Si quid mea carmina possint Nulla dies vnâ— quam memori te eximet ano Virg. But most obliged friend thou shalt not lie In lowest dust as though thou neuer were Although alas we all are borne to die My loue shall one day greet thy warlike beare Meane time repose thee in the Elizian field Fame hath thy name and honours tent thy shield Raptam euridiceâ— atque irrita lâ—itisdona querens Virg. Yet will I moure for thee with such sad laies As Orpheus once resounded for a ghost When in the prime of all her flouring daies His yong wife whom he dearly loud he lost The woods shal be my house my bed soÌ„e stone There wil I liue for thee die alone Here as they wold who can their hopes receiue Here as they would who can esteemed be Here Fates and friends perfidiously deceiue Here as they wold Time who can feed on thee None for on earth where al things are vnsure Things seldome be or being not indure My youth declin'd and felt no kind of ioy The wanton daies wherein I tooke delight VVere but a dreame a shadow and a toy And were but lent to breede me more despight But why vnpittied should I murmur so I naked came and naked hence must go Respect the vniuersall liues of men And see what toile in liuing dust remaines This man is fleshly crimes detested den That seeks out Anaxarchus worlds for gaines Diseases need and wrong an other knowes Like leaues in storms so are we tost with woes And liuing here with whom doth man frequeÌ„t But with old lechers enuious parasites Murtherers belly-slaues what snares are bent Noua terris incumbit febriuÌ„ cohors Hora. To take his soule against his body fight Intollerable stones and stranguries VVith feuers postumes swelling maladies Man in this world is laid as sure in hold Till he be put to execution For what gaile hath more labor hunger cold Or more diseases then this
world hath shown To greatest men O vale of languishing No muse can tell the troubls thou dost bring And whereas one adorned with the crowne Of siluer locked age salutes his graue Infinite in their chiefe are beaten downe Pallida mors aquo pulsat pede pauperum takernas reguÌ„que turres Hor. Death neither spares the wretched nor the braue For death of custome as a cold in May By toile or sorrow first giues youth decay O foolish sorrow vexed happines Selfe flattering mock proud nothing painted clay Chaos of trouble mischiefe and distresse Vncureable Vlcer Syrens lay Times Icarus Post Bubble Froth false name O life no slander can expresse thy blame Mishaps tragedion residence of paine Cipher of earth sinnes slaue true reasons gale Cypher Thoghts pray ioies mock youths foole natures disdaine Prids asse into the ditch of death to fall Is man his youth and age both fickle breath ' Are but as Gaylors keeping him for death Thus all our daies are parents of sure cares Willand Wit Our health the nurse of wars tween will wit Our impious youth a mist for age prepares A crimefull pack of sinne too great for it Our selues vnto our selues a wretchednes With vain coÌ„ceits our lusting minds oppres Our age presents but feeblenes disguis'd Perplex'd in thought with sin in flesh with pain His company and counsels are despis'd His death expected by his friends for gaine VVho much reioice if we in riches vade If poore to rid vs hence they wil be glad For all their pallaces and shining pride Rich men are slaues to many tirannies And sleepes foe sorrow durst in them abide Foule lusts mocked hopes do them surprise And thogh their greatnes keep the mean in fear Yet most with them their own coÌ„maÌ„ders bear If earth were animated with a soule As Plato did suppose the very ground Wheron he treads would call a monarch foole And say thou wretch thou thinkst thy selfe renownd WheÌ„ I that am the earth retain in me A thousand thousand better men then thee And if earths compasse be a point in all Of which an Empire seemes a little sparke VVhat may we then a priuate Lordship call Not halfe a wormehole if we rightly marke Then why shold any think themselues so great Sith they are bounded in so small a seat And when thou leauest this life thou bearst nothing Of these with thee thy realms and pleasurs send Thee hence alone although thou were a king Thy flesh also that seem'd thy deerest friend A naked soule doth let thee passe away Thus but in heaueÌ„ thou hast no perfect stay Therefore we alwaies shold haue death in mind How to another country we must go How life is but a leafe blowne vp with winde A cobweb light a false familiar foe Sin 's nurse a sicknes long a dying day A friend of vice that seeks the souls decay And al our pride is but mortalitie VVhere in an earthen frame the plannets boile Humors corrupt as Cinthea doth the sea VVhich do inuest the soule and make her toile In cogitations base and all earths best Is seldome had or gotten but vnrest Our home aboue the circle of the stars Is set leauing the clouds behind her back To the last heauen the soule her slight prepares By death released from this vally blacke VVhether when endeed desteny thee brings That thou behold the snining iudg of things Then wilt thou say this is the wished place My country true of which I had no minde Here was I borne bowing down thy face To earth thou wilt coÌ„demn thy friends so kinde That there lament thy death because they cast Their loue on lusts ioies that wil not last This earth is but a Cell of punishment Yet peoples insolencie will not know it Vntil they fal in matter of complaint Though time their youth chance their friends defeate VVhilst that theÌ„selues are wel they think such lie As say this world is but meere vanity The minuts hours daies weeks months yeers On whose swift transmigration life depends Senister chance excruciates with teares If one day please a month with care offends The liked time declines the wished lot Com's sild and soone departeth being got Count but the time ere thou thy wish obtaine Then next how long thow after that maist liue And thou shall see it proue so short and vaine That hauing it it shall thy minde but grieue And proue in vsage lesse and worse to thee Then in thy fancy first it seemd to be As the vniointed limbe no ease can haue But by vniting with his natiue place So from his birth vntill he hath his graue Man liues in griefe doth but thornes imbrace In ioy time he hopes but for his paine And hating death he hates his greatest gaine Now sith the world can giue but painted bubbls For fooles and epicures to dote vpon Tell it it can impart nor ioies nor troubles For all is but a dreame below the sunne And flesh is dust pride vaine life a span Then bid the world afflict thee how it can Foes fortune world hate your worst is death Greatnes delight and pompe your best is end Here hopes and friends the fates sequestreth And many teares for both in vaine we spend The liuing and the great are fortunes slaues More then the wretch or those that lodge in graues Thus is our life but carefull meditation Qua atas loâ—gâ— est aut quidom â—ino homini longum Salust Of vaine discordant thoughts a liking shade Of momentarie thinges a mist soone gone A frothy dew which to it selfe hath made The promise of loÌ„g time wheÌ„ that each hour It is vnto it selfe vnknowne vnsure And of this life the trust and confidence Whose short abode doth make vs bold to sinne By this thou seest and by experience That since the howre in which it did begin It runneth vnto nought and euer shall Till it expire as it had neuer beene Like to a dreame or shadow on a wall VVhat foole will then repine to passe froÌ„ hence Where nothing is sincere faith peace nor loue VVhere many most oppresse the least offence VVhereas the great are not so sure aboue But they shall naked passe to natures Inne And soone become as they had neuer beene That they may enter heauens eternall gate Math. xi To Christ who cals oppressed soules to ioy And with the blessed sainted infants mate VVhich Herod from sweet Iewrie did destroy VVherewith all wronged innocents appears Math. 2. Their weeping mothers bath'd in bloud and teares No eie hath euerseene nor heart hath thought The solaces which God hath laid in store Corinth xi For their content who set this world at nought The kingly prophet wish'd to keepe the doore Of that place Psal 84. rather then he would possesse All earthly Princes glorious wretchednes Here soldiers and couragious noble men VVho for their countries honor were supprest Released from their bodies
THE MAIDEN QVEENE Entituled The Britaine shepheardes teares for the death of Astrabomica Augmented the worldes vanitie Both in sententiall verse necessary and profitable to bee read of all Men. 1607. Sola Virtus expers Sepulchri Imprinted at London by I.W. for Iohn Browne and are to be sold at his shop in Saint Dunstons Churchyard in Fleetstreet To the right worshipfull and vertuous Ladie Katherine wife vnto the worthy sir George Morton Knight RAre Chrisolite of vertues treasurie Within whose lookes rarieties doe daunce In liuing Corrall and pure Yourie Enamelling your modest countenance Whose holy life like Angels attomies Make strangers giue you tributarie praise Adamaske blush which by no dieing dies But springs when death Lifes prentiship decayes In steed of siluer Vallance let me draw Your fauours heauenly in Diapor On these complaintes of Astrabonica Ambrosian Ladie if you grant it her My Muse shall make your worship loÌ„ger knowne Then Nymphs or Charactries on marble stone Your worships to command Henry Raymonde In Zoilum VVHen Pan with great Apollo did contend For glorie of sweet touch and accent pure The Phrigian King as Iudge the strife to end To rurall Pan the Laurell did assure Phoebus offended with his vniust doome Gaue Asses eares to such as claim'd his roome Then iudge on Zoilus boldly for to you The Asses eares his head and all are due Pascitur in viuis liuor post fata quiescit The Britaine Shepheardes teares for the death of Astrabonica in sententiall Verse Canto I. VVHen Rubie spring in primrose weede Bespang'd fresh louers season The Virgin Queene of heauenly seede By vertue soule and reason Mox cetam ad superos moritu ra Astraa reces sit Iuuen. Audacious fate declin'd supprest And Englands ioy depriued This Orient Corrall Natures best Whom death againe reuiued In heauen fame and Cinders she Igne suo Vitam dum raspit igne capit phoenica c. preper Suruiuing absent flieth And dead sequestred liues in three And as the Phoenix dieth Enuie I laugh thy worst to scorne Thy smiles with murthers vnder The glories which by her were borne Shall kill with double wonder Her spirit rich in saintes designes Eagle-eide wisedome teaching Higher then Hiperion shines Her contemplations reaching Ruling with meekenesse and reward Goddesse of vertues gardaine Most God-like she was here prepard To conquer vice with pardon And when pale death did her conuince King Iames in vertue shining Succeedes and now that noble Prince Supports vs from declining Which sacred states by fate disioinde The liuing raigns for euer The dead is vnto fame combinde Aud either times outliuer Cant. II. Aurora weepe thou pearly mhirre Distill each incensorie groue True shepheardes teares to shed on her That was the azure heauens loue Thou Iuniper and Sicomere Deplore you Astraes fatall fall VVeepe Laurel to Apollo deare And Violets which the prime do call For Astra faire with hairs adorn'd Like Tinsil diaperd on pearle The iealous starres haue death suborn'd To steale her hence more lucent girle Astranubes condidit lunam nec clarius fulgentsydera her For heauens faire Lamps that glister so From her perfection hid their face Or els they had with scornefull woe Beene Sun-burnt by more lucent grace Her breath was like the verdure worne On Sommers forehead Maias birth Cannot with such perfume adorne The closet of greene mantled earth Of nightingales a consort sweet Recorded whilst the Nymphs with Palme Shrowded faire Astraes winding sheet Of Cassia and spiced Balme Quidsibene notum porticus Agrippate conspexerit ire tamen superest Numa quo denenit Ancus hora. Thus all betweene the Sunne and Earth Conuerse with men but like the snow For what promotion health or wealth Is there but time doth ouerthrow Thus life presentes the new sprung May That morning blewes and heat of noone Blights that it flourish'th not a day Declining in it selfe more soone Cant. III. The Cinocure whose glistring light Was clearer of my pleasures morne Hath lockt me in cares Ebon night bound in the chaire of fortunes scorne The Cinthia of my thought is lost So vaine it is to flourish here But after her my loue shall post To meete againe my natiue deere So on the sweet Pastane faire Of her rich foreheads Edin plaine Where all the loue of heartes repaire My flocke of ioyes may feede againe That walking with thee in the groue Elisus campit â—datur ora tueâ—â— tua Virg Where blessed soules delights are shut My wretched eies may once more roue Vpon thy lookes that life did cut From me but if vnwasted art Yet sporting by the Elizian shore I will come serue thee with the part Of dutie not perform'd before Post quam te partem anima mea rapuit maturior Viâ— nec Charus noc supersles ipse suâ— mihi Hor. For thee I waste as wood on flames Or as dissolued wax on coales And pine much like the gnat that games Him in the lampe till death controles Nunc ager Vm brens sub nomie no nuper Osellii dictus erit nulle propriut Hor. Thus earthly thinges are not our owne Their blossomes euery blast decayes Those that on earth are longest showne Do spring and fall within few dayes Qui Letheum transiit flumen nulla illum posent reducere Carina Sene. The tree in morne that proudly grew Ere glade is often blowne away And then no showers can it renew To flourish after first decay Canto IIII. VVheÌ„ Prime fancies weeping mother Corral buds as ioyes fore-commer Brought from radiant Sol her brother To ennamell Ladie Sommer Astra the rose-bud of our spring Dying Et longum formose vale vale inquit Iola Virg with second life was crown'd And euery Muse and euery thing Her chest in weeping fare wells drown'd The Hyrachies in Tempe greene With siluer girdled Thames decreede Cui parem alma fides non inueniet Hor. For to enterre this maiden Queene Whose better neuer should succeede Her soule fled to the Edin doore In dulcent gardaines taking ease Nepenthe doth her ioyes restore VVithout the cup of Menales There Ceres giues her Atis flowre Venus her louers stammell bud Hermophrodite erects her bowre By Atis in the mirtle wood There sport with them by quiet Leathe A while my ioy and I will come And kisse thy footesteps after death As now I do adorne thy tombe Fortuna vt me dicus ignarus multos coecat Eras Thus when worldes chiefest things arise Chance bends our minds to fancy those VVith which most swift away she flyes VVhen on them once our liking growes Canto V. Ergo Quintilium perpetuus soper vrget Hora. DId then the flower of maidens fall Into deathes slumber no not so But saintes did her to heauen call VVith them in Paradise to go Micat inter omnes Iulium sidus velut inter ignes Luna minores Saying thou Phoenix of all starres Come to the crowned Virgins here A dore thy Sauiour and the scarres
By which he ransom'd thee so deare Humanum est humanis easibus ingemisceâ—e Herodi But I sith mortall must lament For thee sweet Queene for thee for euer Railing on death's vngentle dent O death O Ioy O sorrow giuer O who can ward the stroke of thee Nullum saeua caput fugit Proserpina Or for himselfe or friend compound Or to preserue mortalitie VVhat Onamell can there be found And sith she was Theano wise A Samarite vnto the poore Dei pater sedes alcidi inter Astra Sen. And Tuca chast within the skies You Gods to her a star restore Thura dabe atque omnes violae tactabo colores luuena Partae tibi aâ—ria sunt palum bei Virgil. And euer whilst I tarry here I will burne incensory wood To thee and send yong Turtles deare For tokens to th' Elizian floud Princesse and Queene I will thee call My Swanes for thy decease shall weepe For euer by Thamesis fall Cursing deaths priuate publike sleepe Cant. VI. THe Thrush shall descant of thy same In siluer warbles to the spring Her yong shall do the very same In other ages as they sing Virtutes tuas nobilis exprimer iufans luuena The Virgins yet vnborne shall walke Vnto Dianas silent woods Thy chastitie shal be their talke As they do crop the maiden buds The Captaine of more high desire Thy wealth thy bounty and thy men Thy peace and conquest shall admire Such late perchance declined then But I forget my selfe to mourne That ioy to mourne and mourne to ioy Since I beheld the blessed Vrne Whose bosome holdes my ioyes annoy You adamantine ruthlesse Beares Lay rage aside and weepe with me Thou wolfe if thou for her shed teares The shepheardes swaine shall pardon thee The Cattoblepos Thou beast that doest the Moone delight Thy God desse waile no more but die Cinthia the comfort of the night Is plac'd in heauen out of the skie Nunquam Stygias fertur ad Vmbras inclita Virtus Sene. But die not louing hating creature Liue not foole in such distresse Her vertues spight of such defeature A double view do still expresse Cant VII YEt comfortles we all decay So did her delian essence please So best respects slide first away And griefe concludes the greatest ease Diuitia sedent in vsum nunc mihi nunc alii Hor. A Crowne possest of him this day Ere long some other doth possesse And those which for estate assay Then least by falling are made lesse The chiefest store of worldly thinges Lubrica fortunasunt dona Hor. Are flying in a skie of glasse Which fortune giueth waxen wings To melt before they come to passe Then care of minde and bodies griefe Still vexeth life and death doth come In our securenes like a thiefe Mishaps warne none but biteth dombe Quod nollimus accipimus quod vellimus perdimus Terent And nought is sooner lost saue things Which to enioy we must request But those we would not fortune bringes To life the mother of vnrest A thousand cares chance doth present With one good thing vnto our eies Which when to take our mindes consent The more abide the lesser dies Sith freshest thinges so soone decay Carpe diem quam minimuÌ„ credulus postero Hor. And rest as they had neuer beene Once gone he therefore that will may Must gather time when it is greene Canto VIII IS any Muse weeper for death Whose teares can giue a Phoenix life Yes Clio mourns when kings yeeld breath And falues the wound of sorrowes knife Then Aconite Cypresse and Yewe Yeeld sable shadow vnto graues The Virgin Laurel is her due And vertues bud her tombe imbraues You Thespian Imps of memorie Sing but of her magnificence And your heroick harmony Like Mermaides tunes shall rauish sence Time stroke this marigoldes faire crowne So Queene-apples consume to clay Paunces and Hiacinths fall downe In earthly thinges there is no stay Wherefore awhile I meane to cease My teares that after shall abound Though few mone him that will encrease A sparke that will himselfe confound Iam Elisias domus iam beatuÌ„ littus tenes Sen Yet will I not relinquish plaintes For Astra sweet my song shall leade Who lost for euer with the saintes Remaineth in th' Elizian meade Nulla te terris rapiet vetustas Sen. Now dwelleth-dead here and liuing there And yet aliue in euery place For Atropos nor time can beare From earth the vertues of her grace And you poore swaines that sigh and crie For her yet neuer saw her face Take here a shepheardes Virelay That shall recite you what she was An Ode Canto IX AS Philomela doth condole Qualis populea moerens Philomela sub Vmbra amissos queritur foetus quos durus arator detraxit Virg. When PlowmeÌ„ hard of heart haue stole Out of Dianaes chamber Her little ones so we lament Rayling on death's vngentle dent That clos'd thy breath's sweet Amber O death her face was wonders booke Charactred with an angels looke Where in a little heauen Ten thousand dimpled smiles did dwell Sporting in vertues Onamell But now she is bereauen Her radient forehead was the skie The shining Onix fixt thereby Her eies the Beames of Phoebe Her cheeke pure Salamander downe Ennameld with an orient crowne More lucent then faire Hebe Like wiery gold her locks did shine Her breath more sweet then Eglantine Her speech all Musicks wonder And euery part so passing faire That destenies did rent their haire Such dulcent life to sunder If that a goddesse should assume Life made for nature to consume Shee could not better gouerne She left no fame of sinne behinde But boundles ornaments of minde And was her bodies Soueraigne Melpomen Pracipe lugus bres cantus Melpomen Hor. by the Castale flow Tune thy sweet treble to our wo For iron fortune closes Her breast exceeding sommers milke Or Lillies spread on damaske silke Or times admired roses Come gentle Flora to our Queene Tibi Lilia plenis ecce ferunt Nympha calathis Vir. Bring Dill and Ladie-lases greene To deck our rurall glory Here gladent lies the splendent Sunne Whose influence our day begun That all the meades are sory The little Goates do learne to weepe Tuum poeni etiam ingemuere leones interitum Virg. So do the Wolues so do the Sheepe The Signets as in dying Warble vpon Meanders shore Hic Vultur illic luctifer bubo gemit Sen The Vultures for her losse deplore In their vnlucky crying But thus the Iem of earthly thinges One moment vnto nothing brings Thus flesh hath no assurance What most thereof we pretious call Like to the leafe doth spring and fall But now she hath indurance Where happy soules contained are To be our climate Venus starre Why Muse then stay thy mourning And also we haue part of her Spiced with penitentiall mirre Vntill her soules returning Her Obiet Canto X. A Straea let thy shephearde
come Ornamus tumulos lauro terra Vireâ—ts spargitur Iuue And keepe this obiet at that tombe VVhich was our ioyes bereauer Times siluer daughter purest maide I will adorne where thou art laide That wast and art for euer A Phoenix thy dead cinders gaue Gentis humana pater custos tibi cura magni Casaris data Hor. From thee a roiall king we haue Good angels be his guider And Monarchs his posteritie Till time the day of doome descry He is our cares deuider Dearling to the graces three VVhilst Alchamists ordaine for thee A tombe of Gold and Amber The marigold Mollia luteola pinget vacinia caltha Virg. the sunnes delight Greene Basil and the Primrose white Shall deck thy bridall chamber Husbandles faire wedded maide To Christ Gloria virtuieÌ„ tanquam Vmbra sequitur Cicero true vertues haue defraide In steed of deaths short slumber Such praises to thy Virgin name Such lucent attomies of fame No Linceus eie can number Yet wil I tell although a Swaine The golden age was in thy raigne It was an Aprill season Thy bountie seem'd the verdant showers Thy vertues rare a wreath of flowers As sun-beames bright thy reason It was a sight of worth to view What maiestie did thee endew Thy wisedomes true decerning How other realms did deifie Would aske Minerua to descry VVhich is the Queene of learning Though insolence doth now repine At times extinct those daies of thine Derided fond supposers Thy counsailers were famous farre Championi Thy champions terror in all warre Thy fleete new worldes disclosers Thy realme was like an Indian mine The purest mettall was thy coine The arts that then were vsed Insuing times may imitate But not exceede in any rate Vnpartially perused Thy fleetes resembled Zerxes power Each leader in them was a tower Thy soldiers rocks of honour The companies which those did yeeld Could beat great Caesar from the field And wound their foes with horror The illustrious bands were infinite Which she kept disciplin'd to fight And readie at an hower Her Cannon Musket and her pike Her troupes of horse so thunder-like Scornd Alexanders power Pallam siguis auroque rigentem colloque monile baccatum duplicem gemmis auroque coronam Virg. Purpuret Christis iuuenes auroque coruscâ— Virg. Her captaines march't in suites of gold And siluer cloth of price vntold In chaines and indian pearle For silke and veluet was but meane Such happie plentie flourish'd then To blesse this heauenly girle Her men most fierce to sight at hand Could vse the vtmost of a band For high exploites resolued VVell set they were and fitly made Famous to charge and to inuade They sternest foes dissolued To lead those valours liued then Yong Essex that braue Mars of men VVho in Galizia raised His Speare and dar'd at single sight T'in counter proudest spanish knight He was like Hector praised There were no Idols in her daies One God with vnprophaned praise She most deuoutly serued Her Clergie were a noble sort Of learning rare and good report And were by faith preserued Her lawyers were profound and wise No priuate fee could right surprise Vice had such sickles readie Troiaues opibusque egenos Dido Virg. It neuar had a time to grow Great pentions she did still bestow Vpon the sick and needie The damaske rose her ensigne bore Her cheeke that badge in beauty wore The Lyon was her banner Her minde heroicke fixt to this Made her the milke-white Lionesse Of pittie mixt with honour Thus was the land-like to the cost Of Edin which old Adam lost Insula diues opuÌ„ Priams dum regna mane bant Virg. Nempe Alcides mortalis obiit Sene. Whilst that white rose remained But for she liu'd below the sunne Where all thinges vnto ending runne Shee could not be retained Our liues are at so fraile a rate Death is our sur'st associate Our ioyes resigne to sorrow Nemo tam diuos habet fauentes crastinum vt sibi possit polliceri Seneca And lost or gotten thinges but grieue Lesse happie time then bad we liue Vncertaine of the morrow Thus life enioyes no residence Short minutes do our time dispence And sixtie times an hower Time changeth as the moments runne Things seeming permanent begunne Time doth like gnats deuoure But loe the Lapidaries come With orient Iems to raise thy tombe In forme of heauens faire motion Of Iasper cleare shal be the skie The Sunne of guilded Yuorie Diana in her stacion VVith siluer starres shall make a night Her selfe a blasing Chrisolite And interposed vnder Greene mirtle groues of Emerauld For earth center shal be impald In this applausiue wonder Reuested in a Saphire blew Shall lie a maide of snowie hew Vpon a tombe of pearle The Muses nine in corrall drawne Clouded in Tinsill and pure lawne Shall mourne about this girle VVhite turtles also pensil'd theare Of diamond shall tapers beare VVhich starres shall tip in burning In violet gownes nimphs manifold Shall sit and pray in bookes of gold And make harmonious mourning Poore shepheard then I will away Sweet nightingale and larke go play Her obiet thus was ended And she suruiues in heauen aboue And ioyes of paradise doth proue And is with saints attended Cant. XI LIke as the Swan which neuer sings before Piscospue amne padusae Dat sonitum raues per stagua loquac iacycni Virg. Time naturs steward bids him life restore Then with such tunes receiues his finall sleep That all Meanders continent do weepe So do I sing though not so sweet a lay Yet it presageth of my dying day And speaking Astrabonica of thee The turtle doues resort to visit me The Nymphes as witnesses about me come How I dy'd speaking though I liued dombe Some to deride me Bubosape queriet longas inslet umducero voces Virg. but none proue more bad Then such as seeme so wise so good so sad The lasie Owle that harbendger of death Besoundes a dirge for thy expired breath Canto XII THe bird that makes his song-booke of a thorne By the inclosure of thy graue doth mourn The glo-worme kinde thy obsequies to hold In steed of tapers shines like Phebus gold The glistering yeikle when winters come VVith siluer labels beautifie's thy tombe Despise not then that by th' Elizian coast In shepheardes musicke I salute thy ghost For feare the sunne should languish in desire And by descending set the world on fire Nitor tui splendentis pario marmore purius Hora. Nature death decreed that thou sholdst die Viewing the starry casement of thine eye VVhose browes of beauty still inclos'd such sight As dim'd the carbuncle the Chrisolite Canto XIII WHen flowring Floras vesture doth begin To shew the cowslip with his balmy chin Her verdure rare infusd into some flower Might with Adonis dill vp Maies bower VVithin her face that features Hellicon Latona had her chast Pauilion And to the waters doth lament her losse VVho with an orient stellifi'd the
Nor Progne which on turrets steepe For mens false periuries doth weepe Then I when fatall palenes there I had espi'd to clould my deare O Astrabonica I cri'd And eccho halfe the name repli'd Bonica is gone to keepe A flocke of heauens golden sheepe Then viewed I her in such sad sort As sorrow none can now report Cursing planets of lifes might Starres of birth that did this spight And all that vnto death belongs Teares of graue and herses songs Breathing out her finall grone Shee desird to passe alone This is my last request quoth shee Stay here till I do come for thee So here I stay amidst this vale Till my Elizian Nightingale Inuite me to the miâ—le spring If my cares thorne her bosome sting So here I stay against my brest As Philomele when I should rest The thorne of fortune which spares none To make me mindefull to be gone Nema foelix est dut fuit aut vxâ—â— quam erit Zen. From hence where man is made the slaue Of all mishaps vntil his graue This apparant to the woods The Nimphes selected verdant buds And time the daffadilly gaue So shee was wedded to her graue In maiden yeeres who was destroid For good thinges seldome are enioi'd HEre is no sage Astidamus to please Enuy that honest actions doth displease No liquide incke of Hellicon to write Rurall my songs and I arurall wight In Westerne Vallies by the Sycomers Elizian sorrowes shed in Aprill teares Relent not reede though fawning Gnatho spight Asses more often vse to bray then bite Yet as thou art submissiue to the wise Malignant curs deride and sotts despise Of Zeuxes pensill let Apelles tell Nature ordain'd thee to an oaten Quill Depart and liue for Hiltons olde content Eternizd by Thamesis continent FINIS THE VVORLDES VANITIE Very profitable for allsorts to consider Est Vita aegra salus Vexata quies pius error Bellica pax Vullnus duceque suaue malum WHen Zephirus the primrose loue was come To raize the sleeping pawnce from winters spight And Aprill seasons nutrimentall blome The sable earth in daffadillies dight Whilst vnto Flora birds on euery tree Their homage paid in Tubals harmonie Then on a promontory by the west I spent my time in meditation To sing vnto my reede esteeming best Some song thot might remain when I am gone Where full of care for Astrabonica This languishment of life my voice did draw In methode which perchance it selfe may saue From the inuasion of dissoluing daies And keepe from deaths subuersion the graue My thoughts inclosed in suruiuing laies Which spurnd by enuy shall affirme with schools No praise so great as the contempt of fooles Frondeum infelix Philomela nidum ponit argutum medidit anicanoro Cutture carmeÌ„ Toren O who will learne me griefe come Philomele That to the virgin Muses Lutes doest sing And wilt thy wofull desteny reueale To shepheardes in the tender lipped spring Cimbale a siluer straine then sob among And with sweet discords melodie my song This fickle worlds delight is but distresse Which wise men title false felicitie Fooles sweet whose substance is but bitternesse Asilly toy to mocke our fantasie For none inherits ioy vpon the ground Vntill their bodies on the beare be bound First straÌ„gers here we greet the world with cries Cares eat our life and we feede wormes at last Nothing haue we secure but miseries Our goods are trifles for mishap to wast And he that seems too rich too strong to fade Lies soonest leuell by the deluers spade Here if in vertuous partes we spend our dayes The euill minded mock and hate vs sore And if we sinne and follow vicious waies The good and vertuous will detest vs more Thus enuy combates life but happy those That force the scum their enuy to disclose Life linked to the corse appeares in view Like feathers on the arrowes that are sold Which are but fastned with a little glue And fall away by heate arwatry colde So fals our life with euery little griefe Into the dust so falles the greenest leafe How can life be of any valour when A soldier but for eight pence doth it sell How can it be that men should not be men But so like brutes in base affections dwell When counting at their end their season spent Their life shall seeme a short imprisonment Here men repose securenes in their hope In which their lot most fatall doth appeare For oft their purpose aymes beyond the scope Of the short time they haue to soiourne here Admit they liue life but augments their thrall Their wishes to some others lot do fall Man seemes to be most happie in his youth Florida aetas multos mortis casus habet Cicer. And in the ioy to that fraile flame assign'd But youth is frailest if we note the truth And soonest spent for youth with foolish minde Falls vnawares on care or timeles end His ioyes deride him and to cares descend In wealth some other would be counted blest But vaine presumption or vnthriftie pride VVith seruants falshood empties oft his chest Or his insatiate spirite doth hoorde and hide That hauing store he plaines of pouertie Or prodigall is eate of vsurie Thus mortall happines if any be Doth iointely yeeld vs most vnhappines For losse or gaine proue both alike to thee For losse or gaine proue both alike distresse Frail earthly things corrupt both root seed For to their losse or gaine great cares proceed All earthly pleasures that content the eie One blast their being and their worth subdues Fortune with death mischife with miserie And momentarie end our mirth pursues Then if thou wilt thy heart on pleasures lay Choose God to be thy confidence and stay This life is but a may game mixt with wo An aierie stage where we like poppits play Quis sit an aditciant hodierna crastina vita temporadis supri Horat. The greatest ioy doth passe as minutes do And looke what time hath brought time takes away VVith Sisiphus we role a restles stone The best to day a man to morrow none Ioy is the image of vnconstancie Day but a lampe for men to view their paines Time purseuant of imbecilitie Rest an vnrest where sinne in thoughts remain All thinges vnpermanant saue miserie Mishap our wealth and death our desteny To know this world make but anotomie Of the dissembling hippocrites that liue Search him that yeelds thee formall curtesie And hee 'le be thine no longer then thou giue Making himselfe a Ianus with two faces Fallit vitium specie virtutis Innenal Now yeelding honour and anon disgraces So doth the world like to a parasite Or flatterer vnto some fat-purst foole Intice vs on with pleasure and delight But when her blandishments atach our soule We find her painted craft was to beguile And Syren like to kill although she smile Here is that radiant Iewell vertue spurn'd Naked conceit bare witted brauerie Doth sit her chariot she being quite
oreturnd Here short liud gnats hate perpetuitie VVhose wit with Midas maks theÌ„ wear loÌ„g eares Though for their welth wise men with flatterers O nunimi vobis hunc prastat honorem Iune The ocean of obliuion must not drowne Those Guls which to produse a benefit In all offences will a man renowne Th'ile say that madnes is a manly heate And if insatiately we swallow foode These will commeÌ„d our stomacks to be good Our humors these will sound with subtill slight And where we estimate our selues most deare Either for forme of body wit or might In that they will protest we haue no peere But mock vs gone to such no counsell tell But seldome speake and alwaies listen well Donec eris foelix multos numera bis amicos Tempora si fuerint nubila solus eris Ouids Here whilst a man hath welth to spend and giue These threed-bare ecchoes of vnconstancie That like to droanes on others hony liue VVill counterfeit with men to liue and die But if their patron once they needie see They seeke a new and then say farewell hee If they perceiue thy tables spring is drie These fawning Gnathoes from thy need wil turn To other bordes and to thine enemy PerchaÌ„ce wil go to to do thee some shrewd turn Some wil be friends their aimed stroke to strike Of which preuented they will thee dislike They call him foole in these deceitfull daies That is to seeke with both his hands to play VVherfore that wight is thrale to great dismaies On frindships trust which doth his councels lay Then with thy friend as still your friendship grow Remember he may liue to be thy foe As when Sybell the troian duke did lead Vnto the mirtle woods and realme of ghosts Virtutis comes inuâ—dia The helhound snarled with the triple head And hegs and furies serpents at him tost So here with slimie mouthes at vertue fights Lusts fat-braind fragmeÌ„ts cropstuft parasites Thus in this world the laborinth of woes VVith false resemblances we are supprest Learning and vertue haue ten thousand foes In no degree content or fortune rest Helth beuty strength life but spring to fall And enuie springs with either to wrong all Inuidus alterius rebus macrescit opimis Hor. Effundet mala lingua Virus atrum Virg. A wight with neighbours happines and ioy Perplexed euer with contagious paine Is enuy euer laughing at annoy But stings her heart with snakes at others gaine At bookes and learning she will poyson fling As thicke as Bacchus wiues at orphy sling Thus we with sundry woes are martired Being poore in wealth and strangers to our own Here in the vale of mourning banished Liuing but deputies and must begone And the more perfect all our vertues are The fouler enuies do against vs warre Then that which we call death is not to die But rather to exchange a death for life Dico tunc vitam beatam fata cum peracta sint Solon And scape the cloister of all misery And earthly ambages and hellish strife If by contemplating our state we see We boÌ„dslaues liue death shall make vs free The glutton thinks his belly is too small The couetous still wanteth drosse and slime The flatterer protests hee 's at thy call While for theÌ„selues these cuÌ„ning mates but clime Here with such counterfets wee alwaies dwell That seeke our goods but wish our souls in hel Here being borne we rather die then liue For all our life is as a seeming death Few howres we sport but many daies we grieue Whilst deth with secret haÌ„d doth stop ourbreth So though we ioy or grieue while we be here VVe onely seeme as shadowes to appeare Both wealth friends both ioys and sports also VVill flit away if danger come in place And sure they proue vntrue to make vs know That this fraile mansion is no dwelling place To teach vs loue those things that still endure And seeke a hauen wherein to liue secure Mans mortall life is like a speedy post That from all places swiftly cuts a way Vntill he hath attaind his aimed cost Both youth and age haste on make no stay In the beginning middle end of either Cum sapido capimus supe Vanena Cibo Both seeke such things and will abide with neither A wretched soule that fortune down hath fluÌ„g Finds no assistance in his shipwracks flaw In seeking flowers with nettles we are stung Thus bound we are in worldly yokes to drawe And we resemble till in dust we lie The flowet that in a day doth spring and die Let not my words supply a wonders place For truth doth witnesse that I do not faine He that is mortall knowes a mortals case And that each mortall liues in mortall paine For we were borne to die and die we must To day aliue to morrow turn'd to dust What wight can well behold a dead mans skull And sighing will not say the same with me That were thy corps as Salamander wooll A vault of slime thou art and once shalt be Clos'd in a charmell house as could as stone And meat to worms that now thou treadst vpon This world is like vnto a common Inne VVhere Adoms child doth liue as passenger Here some one day some many daies haue been Yet in their being they are nought the neare For tim 's so swift Dum loquimur fugit inuida atas Hor. that none can time retaine And Time once gone Time neuer turns again Mans life is very fitly term'd a span And we are but earths worst and that is clay Wormes are the garland of vaine glorious man O be not proud sith thou must die to day Then if thou trust trust death for he is sure For all on earth will perish as impure Life may be likened to a violet flower Beg nawne with Caterpillers or the glew That wise Medea gaue her paramour VVhich choking balls the buls of Colchos slew Life may be like to nothing sith man sees Nothing more like to nothing then life is Mandeeme thy selfe no better then thou art A sory iourniman from birth to graue All worldly goods which we encroach by art Are momentarie trash and what we haue Is of the world and must be left behinde And on the earth is no content of minde VVealth comes not in by hap or is increast By fathers toile the sonnes good to prepare Promotion comes not from the East nor VVest Such fortuns dwel neither in moon nor star But he doth all encrease and blessings hold That first composed man of earthly mould As he in danger liues who hath a theefe Hid closely in the night behind his doore So all that liue haue euen of theeues the chiefe Death lodg'd within their bosoÌ„ Thebes therfore Wisely ordaind that licence none shold haue To build his house that made not first his graue Triphon and Agamendo hauing made Apolloes temple and for leu of this Desir'd the happiest thing that could be had
painefull den With euerlasting quietnes are blest In vnion of the Godheads trinitie They that were mortall liuing angels be VVhich Lord I pray that when our life shal end This life which day by day in vanitie And night by night to none effect we spend Of all offences pardoned let vs be Committed heere by mist of mind opprest That in thy promis'd glory wee may rest The glory bright of that immortall raigne VVhere soules and bodies shal be wedded new After domes day and neuer die againe Paul wish'd to be dissolud this same to view And praises of his highest God to sing In Paradise by heauens eternall spring That therefore we may trust none earthly thing Sweet Iesu for thy tender loue to all VVith the lost sheepe vnto thy folde vs bring Math 18. That we may know thy voice whē thou dost call Make saued souls of these our sinfull formes And thinke on me Lord when I am in thrall And lie in graue a deaths head full of wormes Grant Christ whose blessed bloud in crimson streames With bitter rods and cruell nayles was shed Whose sacred limbes were rack'd on woodden beames Whose holy heart was pierced being dead Grant to protect vs from all deadly sinne And when we from this dying life are fled Let sorrowes end and heauenly ioyes begin Amen An Ode Nulla dies caret maerore VVIth prouidence reflect thy looke Into thy liues accounting booke And thou shalt see how Time destroyes Thy youth thy friends thy foolish ioyes Which pleasures mocking all desires Shew them but seruants vnto liers And looke on this with eies of minde With which men see when they are blinde None euer had such ioy a day That from them did not slide away Fo◠that soone turneth into was Which sprung of late as tender grasse With Ioy let none himselfe deceiue For euery lust will take his leaue Rich miserie is great mens share Pompous distresse and glittring care VVith which they toile as troubles lent Till death exact of them their rent Still in thy pleasure beare in minde That sorrow is not far behinde Fiuers present our image plaine VVhich passing neuer turne againe Such is this world when it is best That each degree finds little rest He that is highest in his pride His fortune changeth as the tide All signifies a fading flowre Rust Time and wormes will all deuoure Life Ioy and euery pleasant meede Scarce hangeth by a slender threede To all this period fate doth doome That all must vnto nothing come As child in nurses arms by death Included here we draw our breath VVhere all our solace is vnstable Out death vnknowne ineuitable VVhich none by strength alternate may Riches or birth or other way And earth is promiser of rest VVhich is not as it seem'd possest None haue contentment at their call And smalest sweet abounds in gall VVhen we thinke surest for to stand Then greatest slidings are at hand One danger sildome comes alone But moe proceed ere that be gone The Castels which repulse a foe Cannot defend a man from woe VVherefore old Solon did commend To call none happie till their end And Dyon gaue this sentence rare The shorter life the lesser care From birth that prison we ascend On earth as stage to take our end And here a life enui'd we haue And no true rest vntill our graue VVherefore fooles heauen but wise mens hell Vaine Earth I bid thy ioyes farewell FINIS Ad suos libros AS Time and the cold graue Concludeth euery thing So you I ended haue Poore bookes amidst the spring Euen as the Larke saluted day And siluer drops bedewd each way Go now and pardon craue Of that heroick knight Which wisedome doth embraue Whom if you know not right His bountie stature compleat forme And valour great shall you informe His haire like wreaths of gold Do shade his manly face So warlike to behold As Mars the God of Thrace Nature and Art did both consent So to contriue him excellent His Lady fresh also And daughters vertues flowers Adorne you as you goe Vntill your latest houres Which goodly creatures to be seene Seeme Lillies on their stalkes so greene So passe away and if that enuie stirre T' is but a stingles drone a barking cur