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A10666	Dolarnys primerose. Or the first part of the passionate hermit wherein is expressed the liuely passions of zeale and loue, with an alluding discourse to valours ghost. Both pleasant and profitable, if iudiciously read, and rightly vnderstood. Written by a practitioner in poesie, and a stranger among poets, which causeth him dread this sentence: Nihil ad parmenonis suem.	Reynolds, John, fl. 1621-1650.; Reynolds, John, fl. 1621-1650, attributed name.	1606 (1606)	STC 20941.7; ESTC S101214	32,543	74

set downe And tooke two pot●…s of flowers in his hands Hee knit his browes and seemed for to frowne Yet of the vertues thus at length he ●…kans These with'red flowers were as faire as these And these faire flowers wil be as foule as these This pot of flowers that dead and with'red be In prime of shew but yesterday were growing Their blasted lookes thus faded as you see Were yesterday both pleasant fresh and flowing What wee are all by these wee may deuine When death shall cut our thred and fatall line And these faire flowers that now so faire doo seeme Whose powers were foster'd with this mornings deaw Their gaudy time as I do iustly deeme Is nigh halfe spent as triall shall proue true For ere their lookes the morrow light shall see Their pleasant hewe full with'red off shal be These faded flowers are like vnto the man The which cold dead vpon the ground doth lie With gastly colour visage pale and wan And many mourners him atending by His life thus gon his body nothing craue But to be hid within an earthly graue The with'red flowers then he did set downe And tooke the flowers equall to the other Which when they were each one by other showne Scarse could I deeme the on 's hew from the other But that the last in 's right hand he did hold The first of them his left hand did infold Then with sad lookes he sigh 't and thus bespake Behold these flowers a paradox in yeares With such remorse these speeches from him brake That hee did partly smother them with teares Behold quoth he the man that liues in payne And eke the man that doth in ioye remaine These flowers quoth he his right hād flowers meaning Doth represent the life of happie men The which with vertue in their bound●… conteining Do leade their liue●… that none may looke age●… Whose humane course no ma●… hath euer seene To be corupt with fretfullire or spleene These flowers are like the man who from his youth Hath led his life in pathes of vpright wayes Th' are like to him that strayth not from the truth But liues in goodnesse all his youthfull dayes Th' are like to him whose yeares doo not decay But liueth young vntill his la●…est day These flow'rs quoth he were cropt two days ago But yet doo keepe their perfect colour still The water is the cause why they doe so For why brim-full this small pot I did fill So looke where vertu's fill'd with sweet content There life or colour will not soone be spent Yet euen as beauty from these pretty flowers Though moistly kept at length wil quite consume So shall that man who hath with all his powers Decked him selfe in vertues sweet perfume For though he feeds long on moist vertues breath Yet at the length he yeelds himselfe to death Then did he looke vpon his left hand flowers Alasse quoth he me thinks I see you fade The drouth of wo consumeth all your powers Y' are burnt with heat though always kept in shade For euen as care like fire consumes a man So drouth in shade your beauteous colours tanne These flow'rs are like the willfull prodigall That vnthrift-like spendeth his youthfull dayes Mounting vp still euen sodenly to fall By in directing of his willfull wayes His riotous life his toyes and lauish tongue Makes him looke old when that he is but young Th' are like to him that wantons it abroad With midnight reuills kept in Venus court Spar●…ng no cost but la●…'th on golden loade And in a brothell keeps Lordly port But when his purse and vaynes are all drawn drye Though he 's but young he lookes as he would die Th' are not vnlike a vertuous nurtur'd child The which did flowrish in his tender yeares But got the reines grows head strong proud and wilde Till all his graine is turn'd to frutlesse tares Then full of care he leaues his foolish ioy And looks like age when he is but a boie Good sir quoth he thus haue I to you showne The vertu●…s of these seuerall sorts of dishes My glasse and flowers you the ●…ast haue knowne Although not fill'd with flesh nor dayntie fishes And with those words he did set downe the flowers Feeding againe for to reuiue his powers Not past two bits the silly man did eate When in his hand he tooke the booke and bell And thus of them began for to intreat Whilst droping teares from his sad eies befel This booke quoth he a mans shape seems to haue And this the bell that cals him to his graue This Little booke presents the life of man Wherein is wrap'd the substance of his soule Which be it fresh or be it pale or wan T' must separate when as this bell doth toule How vertuous bad or pure soere it be When death doth call soule must from body flee Within this booke doth spring the well of life Which fountaine cleare giues drinke to al that craues it Heare li'th the sword that ends all Kindes of strife Deny'd to none but all that seeks it haue it And they that vse this sword or water cleare This bells alarum need not for to feare Within this booke good men renew their sight When as they bathe their liquid veines therein To heare this bell it doth their soules delight They feare not death they force him not a pin For when sterne death thinkes most their soules t'anoy This is their shield they thinke him but a toy This booke quoth he should Vsurers behold And foule vsurpers of their neighbours land That robs the poore and heapes vp hoordes of gold To note it well they would amazed stand And from those lands and bagges of money fall For feare this Bell to Limbo should them call If drunkards gluttons or lasciuious men Would deeply diue into this small bookes lines Their owne black leaues they would turneo●…e a gen And soone bewaile their monster like spent times Arming themselues with this the scourge of hell Least they should feare the tolling of the Bell. Or if that they who swell with haughty pride Within this booke should make their looking-glasse Or if false theeues should here their shares diuide And view it well before they hence did passe Pride and Celeno they would both go pray For feare this Bell to hell should them conuay But if a good and vertuous liuing man Should chance to prie within this little booke He neede not feare for he already can Their calmie lines with faire digest●…re brooke If death him call he doth him straight defie Only he knowes from this world he must dye This Bell presents the Crier of a Court The which in time doth call both good and bad Each man thereto must duly make resort For when he calles an answer must be had And when pale death shall shut vp all our powers The dolefull bell doth strike our latest houres With which sad words he set them on the cloath Now sir quoth he y'haue tasted

great trees a sunder Whom when I did with full aspect behold I musing stood his grieuous grones to heare His prayers were plaints his sobs his solace told His myrth was moane his cries were full of care With broken sighes a thousand times and more Thus he began his sorrowes to deplore Why did I breath why did I take the ayre Why did I suck why was I fed with milke Why was I young why was I counted faire Why was I nurst why was I clad in silke Why did I liue why dyed I not being yong Why was I lul'd why was I sweetly sung What cruell planet gouernd at my birth VVhat dismall starre that day or night did shine VVhat loathsome vapour ouerspread the earth Vpon that sad natiu●…ty of mine Or did the hagges with all their hellish power Inchant bewitch or curse that fatall houre O had the Midwife when she first receiu'd me With nimble hand my vitall powers stopt Or had my nurse of liuing breath bereau'd me These fields of sorrow I had neuer cropt But both I summon with impartiall eye As Actors in my wofull Tragedy Yet did I liue full twenty sommers long In springs of ioy one running ouer other How then poore soules could they enact my wrong No 't was not they it was my foster mother Fortune 't was thee that blyssefful men dost spight Thou onely stolst from me my hearts delight Thou tot'ring elfe with euer turning wheele That first did set mee soft vpon thy knee And gau'st me all thy blessings for to feele What caus'd thee thus vnkind to loure on me No 't was not Fortune she was alwaies kinde Filling my saile still with a prosperous winde Could any wretch be then s'infortunate As I poore soule whom Fortune seem'd to guide No fortune no it was thy cruell hate The which for me these sorrowes didst prouide Thou art the wretch thou art the beldame vile Thou didst my heauen my heart and hope exile For when my yeares had furnisht forth my youth And twenty times the sunne had chang'd his light Thou most perfidious wau'ring still in trueth My silly soule didst crosse with cruel spight And onely thou by falshood didst deceiue mee Of ioy and blisse thou didst at once bereaue mee Thy circled wheele thou didst to mee forth bring More richly deckt then ere it was before Thou setst me gently on that fickle ring And gau'st me pleasure in aboundant store VVith many fauours still thou didst belay mee But with thy falshood still thou didst betray mee Thou drew'st mee on with loues intising bayte To walke the pathes where thou a net hadst laid VVith thousand snares thou didst vpon mee waite Vntill I was of all my ioyes betrayd To desperate dangers thou didst easly wile mee VVhilst from my life and loue thou didst exile mee Then did this heauy hermit seeming man Srand mutely still but still he seem'd to moane His aged visage lookt both pale and wan His sadnesse he redoubled with a groane He seem'd a while vnto himselfe to mutter But yet no word at al I heard him vtter Vntill at length him did I plainely see A stately picture in his hand to take The which I gest a holy saint to be For that so much of it he seem'd to make He kist it oft and hugd it as he lay And thus at length to it began to say Fayre but vnkind no kind fie too too cruel Thirtie long years with mee I haue thee borne Thrise ten yeares told loues fire hath bene my fuel So long my heart thy fayre imprint hath worne If Nestors yeares thrise three times told I liue My loue alone to thee I freelie giue Tell mee my loue tell mee why did'st thou leaue mee Why to thy Loue didst thou proue so vnkind Pardon my deare was death that did deceaue mee Yet art thou toomb'd for euer in my mind Then did he weepe bewayling of his harmes And with these words he ●…uld it in his armes O had these armes thy liuing corps imbrac'd But halfe so oft as now they haue doone thee These paths of sorrow I had neuer trac'd Nor died in thrall but liu'd and died free But sith thou liuing wer●… not in my power I le hugge thy shadowe till my latest houre With which sad words his grou'ling corps did fall With gastly colour sighs abound-Lamenting Which forc'd mee rew his sad and wofull thrall wi●…h rufull pittie and with teares relenting I mou'd to ayde him yet as loth to feare him I pau●…d a while before that I came neare him For that he then began to moue his eyes His earth-like hands his heauie troncke did rayse His sighs did vault into the dimmed skyes His tongue forgat not how his loue to prayse But fearing least his secrets should be spied From out his bower fullsecretly he pried Then with deepe sighs he did agayne repeate The rare perfections of his long dead loue Her comly graces and her gesture neat The which did seeme the senslesse stones to moue Which loue-sick plaints my tongu's too weake to tel His pensiue passions did so much excell No●… could a volume copie his loues descriptions That were dislodged from his wo-swolne hea●…t For he recited with true loues affections A thousand times each limme and lineall parte All which by him so oft pronounced were That almost dul'd my shallowe sense to heare Yet did his sweet sophistick sorrows tie My Leaden pow'rs in chaynes of list'n●…ng steele With greedy eares to sucke atentiuely His sugred iobs the which I seem'd to feele For each sad straine that from his lipps did passe Bewrayd the birth-right of his gentle race Then did he take a faire delicious lute Whose well tun'd string she touch'd with curious skill Forcing his fingars with a swift pursute To strike the frets of musicks ground at will His nimble hand guided by supple veynes With heauenly pawsons clos'd hisdol e●…ull streynes Not great Apolloes viol-sounding laies That forc'd huge Tmolus daunce with buskey haire When silly Midas rob'd him of his prayse Might with the descants of his Lute compare And with a tune would moue a stone to pittie He sadly sigh'd and song this mournfull dittie The Hermites song YE hilles and dales Ye rockes and vales Beare witnesse of my moane Ye water nimphes And pritty Imphes Come sigh with mee and groane Come ye Satyres and ye Fawnes Come ye from the pleasant Lawnes From the groues and shady trees On whose Green leaues the humming bees Their thyes do fill At their owne will And whereon still With flittring wings poore Progne flees Ye Fairy clues Come ye your selues From out each hollow caue And Coridon Come thou alone Thy presence I do craue For thy pipe comfortingly Equalleth my harmony Mournfull Amyntas now and thee Are best to beare me company For with consort We may report Our Loues extort With wofull straines of melody Ye Siluans all Both great and small come Listen to my greefe Ye kids and Lambs Come with your dams And bring

thousand sighs I sent to fill the aire When from the aire I suckt them vp againe A thousand times I did repeate my care When still my care did with my selfe remaine I sigh'd I sobd and weeping hands did wring And sometimes song my woes with sonnetting But after that I had my selfe tormented With horred groanes wheron I daylie fed So that the rugged breathlesse stone lamented I wrapt my selfe in that care couer'd bed Where thus my thoughts did meditate on griefe Not knowing how nor where to finde releefe The malecontent is wayted on with wo The Louers life is care ore-guilt with ioyes The penitent his brest with sobs doth flowe Shedding out teares his pensiue soule auoydes Sighes at a beck to each of them do fall Sorrow doth sit atending on them all The male content he neyther eates nor sleeps But meditates vpon he knowes not what His daring eies vpon the earth still peepes But what he seekes his senses quite forgat His sullen thoughts doth seede on bitter gall Most is his mirth when greatest is his thrall Farre more hee labours in his troubled minde Then all the Plough-men in a thousand feelds His haruest reapt when seasons are most kinde Lesse is his gaine then least of all theirs yeelds Hee thinkes his state is happier then many Yet loues nor hates nor feares nor cares for any His life he loues as men loues sommers snowe For life and death are both to him all one A life to death he 's sure that he doth owe Hee death imbraceth ere that his life is gone With this his vayne hee thinkes the Gods haue blest him And in this vaine he go'th a while to rest him The Louer sad I moane with kinde remorse For why I knowe no surgeon can him cure His vnseene wounds are of so strange a force That liuing long no wight can them indure He 's srizing hotte and liuing alwayes dead Dispayring hopes and loosing thinkes him sped He 's well yet sicke and knowes not wher 's his griefe He 's burning cold he hath and yet he skants He 's seeking still though neuer findes releefe His heart seemes pleas'd yet that he wish he wants Twixt two extreames his ship is alwaies sayling Hee thinkes him sped when all his baits are fayling Hee mourning sings hee smiles in sorrow sad Hee dying liues and liues by alwaies dying Hee nought inioyes yet with his nothing glad Hee still pursewes where hee sees nothing flying His restlesse pangs would make a world to wonder Yet drowsie sleep doth force him to a slumber The penitent that doth in anguish payne Hee sinking swims in gulfes of deepe dispaire In shade he si●…ts his sunne doth sildome shine His drinke is wo his meate is clogged care Hee hopes he feares and thus in hoping ioyes Hope makes him glad but fearing him annoyes To vncouth places he doth alwayes hant His pensine conscience wills him there to wander His tort'red body seemes to feele more want Then for his Hero did loue-drown'd Leander No desert darke nor pleasant lawne long holds him But weary still his iuie armes infolds him He sighing peeps from earth vnto the skies Then wofull lookes from skie to earth againe From earth he came in heauen his comfort lies Thus on he walkes twixt mutuall ioy and paine In dark●… night nor yet in pleasing day His life 〈◊〉 stands at one contented staye Well do I know the teares and bitter moane The penitent doth vttet with his wayling For in that griefe I feele my selfe as one That haue a ship within that Ocean sayling And hope at length with others that haue store To bring my ship vnto a happy shore Thus did I lie with sundry meditations Thus were my thoughts with diuers changes led Which musings were my chiefest consolations Till drowsie sleepe was hanging in my head Which then began my senses to surprise Binding the deawie closures of mine eies But slumber soft no sooner had inclos'd The watry windows of my wofull eies When as mee thought a champion bold oppos'd My sleeping senses with sad miseries Whose warlike lims in iron rough were girt The which descry'd the courage of his heart His burgonet his vaunbrace and his sheeld Were framed all of fire tempered steele With golden starres amid a sable feeld Whose massie substance I did seeme to feele Fixt was his beauer voyd of plumie fanne Or quainte deuise vpon his helme to stande At which dread sight my senses were amazed Though drowsie winkes did rock them still asleepe Mine eies did seeme to wake and waking gazed Yet heauie slumbers closly did them keepe But then his voice that seem'd my heart to shake Vnbound his tongue which then these words bespake Awake awake ye winged wits of Rome Your flying fancies wrapt in fiery ayre Sing Iulius worth Agricola intoombe Your spirits high closed in mansions faire Too long haue slept in Loues delicious awe Forgetting still your kind Agricola But where am I or where doe I declare My wofull name with prostrate invocations What shall my sorows pearce an Albions eare And fright poore Padua with my exclamations No let me first from faire Elizea fal And choake the deep'st infernall with my thrall O no let Rome let Rome sucke vp mine anguish Let Rome the mother of my infants yeares Swell with my sighs in which my soule still languish Let Rome disolue her selfe with dolefull teares Let Roman Poets sing great Iulius name With blazing trophees of eternall fame But they are gone from Romes terrestiall verges whose muse admir'd were crown'd with quiu'ring baies O they are dead that should haue song my derges With dolefull langours and distressfull layes He liu's in blisse that sung the warres of Troye Dead is the swayn that told of Phillis ioye Yet doth he liue eternized with glory That sweetly sung renowmed Scipioes warres He liues that told Aemillaes lasting story Mixt with Anthonius and Octauius iarres A thousand more doo liue whose fames doe ring Yet none of dead Agriola will sing Wherefore sith I of force am summon'd here The storie of my wofull dayes to tell And Rome denies to lend her listning eare Attend Maluchus and with sorrows swell That Albion faire may wayle my tragedy Which sleeping waking thou shalt heare of mee When great Vespasian wore the diadem Of Romes large Empire and with conquering hand Had wonne the wals of faire Ierusalem Whose stately towers were at his comand Thē Romes sweet aire my yongling daies did nuroish Her nectar pappes my infancie did cherish Where whilst my years were tender soft and young In learnings cradle I was lai'd to sleepe My carefull tutor ore mee sweetly sung And I some straines of his did note and keepe Esteeming them so highly in my power That I did hug them till my latest houre Then did I frame my tongue to courtly charmes And how to tread the distance of a dance And then I practs'd how to manage armes To tosse a pike and how to weeld a lance Then with

Elme full tough Some hare brayn'd roysters rid on garish steeds Some two hand swords did vse of iron rough Whose aukward powers acted most worthie deeds For why they thought a man was neuer dead Till by some meanes they had cut off his head Yet dav by day on bogges and brays wee met One while they vs then straight wee them would chase They vpon vs we vpon them would set Such was the rest wee tooke within that place Thus did we feed vpon the bread of warre Painting our lines with many bloudy skar Full thrise three years in Brittain I remayned From whence my fame to stately Roome did flie But then Vespasian was by death detained And mightie Titus in that time did die Then grew my woes then did my sorows spring Then then did bloome my fatall ruining For then Domitian tirant-like did swaie The royall mace and diadem of Rome Who vndescried plottes did slily lay To bring poore Iulius to his finall doome And wrest my life from mee by fowle deceipt For that my name did dayly growe so great All meanes he sought t' augment my worth and fame When rusty enuie gnaw'd his can kered heart His cunning lipps did seeme to rayse my name But still he sought my death with slight and art Euen so Vl●…sses flattered in the court While lucklesse Aiax toyld with warlike port Yet I was worse then Telamons poore sonne For hee was present with his wily fo He knewe his slights long ere the spight was doone But Iulius I did neither see nor knowe His causelesse enuy I did neuer taste How he chac'd mee as I the Brittains chac'd He mee pursu'd and I my foraine foes Hi●… stroakes were slight but I rough payement gaue He fought with wiles I fought with rugged blowes He sought my wracke I sought his life to saue He wrought my bane I wrought to raise his fame He woon the prise I lost the set and game But all so fitted to my seeming good That no misdeeming in my heart did rest Although he dayly thirsted for my bloud No such opinion lodged in my brest For then from Brittain he did send for mee And I of Syria should Lieutenant be His iugling letters had such lofty straines That I was all inchanted with his charmes I must to Rome and leaue my wonted traines To cope with greater dignities at armes Wherefore I tooke my leaue and last adiew Of all my troopes great Syria to viewe But when I came vnto the Roman Court Whose glorious name did ring throughout the world W●…nder did seeme about me to resort F●… black indite ●…ents on my head were hurld A●… I poore I as many tongues could tell ●…relong was sent vnto the cittadell And thrise accurst by destiny and fate Was then proclaym'd a traytor for to be Against the Prince the Counsell and the state The which did not with my deserts agree Yet did Vlisses Palamede so hate That with smooth words he did cut off his pate Alas alas the time doth swiftly runne For nowe I heare nights trumpeters shrill noyses Who hastens mee my story to haue done O stay a while and I le obey your voyces For being clos'd within that towring wall I heard no talke but of my death and fall And on a day before Aurora sprong To tell the world that Phebus faire was comming I was inuited with a mour●… ing tongue Vnto a seast prouided with great cunning Where I should feed on such delicious cates As was prepar'd for me and such like states I could not choose but needes I must consent To go and see that sweete and dainty fare Although I knewe that feast with full intent Was so ordayn'd to end my worldly care Yet I as willing as their hearts could wish Did viewe and that is banquets chiefest dish And when I came vnto that spatious hall There did I see my diet and my cheare My Caruer then vnto mee I did call Saying these words carue friend and do not feare Then did he cut and I did eate such store That after then I neuer did eate more Then this memoriall of my endlesse soule Which had beene lockt within my body long Was registred in a celestiall rowle And plac'd in ioye whilst Angels sweetly sung Where troupes diuine eternally shall raigne Keeping their Court vpon Elizian plaine But worldling know to thee I doo not come To tell thee how I liued in my life Nor for to tell this story all and some Which was my end my death and fatall strife A thousand heads more of my state hath knowne Then in this storie I to thee haue showne It were a pride for me to tell thee this O●… tell thee how I dwell in Paradise No no I come to lead thee vnto blisse Then heare my words note them and be precise First honour God then with a louing heart Honour thy Prince for so it is thy part Defraude no man hurt not the innocent Hate pride liue chaste back-bite not with thy tongue Sweare not in vaine to vengeance be not bent Murther no man nor doo no poore man wrong Beare no false witnesse hoord no gold in store While Orphanes weake starue at thy cursed dore The Saboth keepe honour thy parents deare Steale no mans wealth thy enemies forgiue Shunne sloth as sinne and drunkennesse forbeare Glutte no thy selfe st●…ll pouertie releeue Fauour thy friend loue thy true seruant well This done thy fame for euer shall excell And if that long thou dost desire to liue Beware of such as brought mee to my end For they are men that cunning words will giue Although thy fo they will professe thy friends And will not let to sweare and forsweare too Thy welth to gaine though it doth thee vndoo But stay mee thinkes I see the Eurian lights Budding like Roses in the mornings browes The drowsie vapours takes their sable flyghts And bright Aurora doth her selfe vnhouse The glow-worme di●…feares the'approaching sun Wherefore farewell for I to speake haue done Thus did he leaue and thus the Hermit left with teares distilling and with sighs abounding His silent mutenesse shew'd his Ioyes bereft Yet night did force me leaue him plaints resounding And thus I rest his story to descrye For that black night hath now inclos'd the skie Yet when Apollo shall rechase againe The Vesper vaile●… the earth hath clouded ouer If that your steps doo guide you to this plaine The accident to you I will discouer Vntill which time your selfe I do commend To be prescru'd by All 's all guiding friend The radiant torch long since had burning left And Cinthia pale keeping a wanton vaine Trimmed her selfe like to a louer defte Casting her glimpses towar'd faire Latmos plaine Which louely obiect caus'd her dazling eyes With triple brightnesse to inrich the skies Wherefore I left the louely aged man Taking my leaue my bed I made my blisse But in the morne I did returne againe Whereas I heard the Hermits life and his Which now my pen growne dull denies t●…dite Taking fresh breath in fresher lines to write FINIS