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Narcissus, or, The self-lover by James Shirley.
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Shirley, James, 1596-1666.
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this sad consinements I have none Will joyne his misery and take a part I never yet provok'd the high heavens so That they should marke me out alone to woe 53. With many more as late I hunting was In this unlucky wood I know not where I lost my traine ill fortune and the place Conspiring with my horse to leave me there Since when endeavouring my selfe to finde I might as well o're-take and stay the winde 54. Faire goddesse then informe me where I am And with thy kinde and safe direction Convey a lost man thither whence he came Or if not thither to a place more knowne Nay into any other wildernesse There is a path from any place but this 55. Then shall the Nymphs for they affect my name Build thee a glorious Temple for this deed Wherein they shall a stately Altar frame Which shall not with the tender first-lings bleed They shall present fresh Chaplets which their love Shall set on fire and their sighes Incense prove 56. Eccho who all the while attentive sate And heard the musick of his passion But held first pittie due to her owne fate Yet knew not with what art is should be done Rallies her wiser thoughts and while he staies Expecting answer to her selfe she saies 57. What shall poore Eccho doe I want a voice To tell him what I am how I have lov'd Juno thy curse was an unhappy choice Some other punishment thou mightst have prov'd Revoke this cruell doom a power restore To my chain'd tongue I le never aske thee more 58. Meane time like a pale prisoner at the Bar Oppressed more with feare than his owne chaines These of the feet those the head troubles are Suspecting much her silence he complaines In smother'd sighes and 'cause they not prevaile Look and you 'll see a teare is breaking jaile 59. The Nymph in pitty of his griefe put on Her stock of smiles and love in either eye Courts him to shine the Majestie is gone That frighted him and now a frestier dye Dawnes in his cheek and his owne eye so neare New burnisht drew up the complaining teare 60. Eccho now thinking she had won the prize Seeing all clouds cleare up and in his brow The milkie path of heaven agen his eyes Sparkling out heavenly fire which even now Peep't through the brine of sorrow came once more Boldly to kisle her convert Paramour 61. But Eccho mist her aime for he went back And with his hand check'd her unruly one As such addresses did good manners lack She else perhaps might an embrace have stolne Angry he was a second knowledge now Appeares too plaine upon his rugged brow 62. Look how some infant by the Parent beat For having plaid the wanton with her breast Afraid to crie looks pale some pearly wet Swelling to peep out of her watry nest Shrinking his pretty lip hangs downe the head His red to pale his pale converts to red 63. So far'd poore Eccho in this extasie Whose trembling bloud although it had forsook Her cheek was ignorant yet where to be Feare had detrowr'd the beauty of each look And had not some divine reliefe been sent Shee had setled there her owne pale monument 64. But unexpectedly her tongue releast By Juno's owne compassion to the maid whose sufferings in love her wrath appear'd Gave Eccho a new life who thought to have said Within her heart proud boy th' ast done thy worst But found her voice a cleare one as at first 65. Then wisely fearing to have call'd him proud Could be no argument to make him kinde She thought to cure him with a Palinode Saying her heart was of another minde And thought him gentle yet some spirits gain'd Unto the boy thus she at last complain'd 66. Mankinde from henceforth must not nature call An equall mother fondly to bestow Upon thee one her beauties stock her all And others by her empty hand undoe For though not eldest she hath made thee heire And thou above thy numerous brethren faire 67. But too much sweetnesse is ill plac'd upon A stubborne heart A Panther and a Dove Cruell and faire were never meant for one Resigne thy beauty or else put on love Thou wert unkinde Narcissus to deny Thy selfe the office of a courtesie 68. What was a kisse the rape of such a Treasure What Tyrant were he Judge would call a sin Thou canst not loose thy lip but finde a pleasure Come let us now though late loves warre begin And meet me boldly for one kisse of thine I le give a thousand Lov's Exchequers mine 69. If thou bee'st scrupulous I will not pay Thou shalt have halfe in earnest if thou please Or if not so I aske no longer day To number the whole summe before I cease And at the totall if thy lip repine I le trebble all to have one more of thine 70. But whither doth suspition draw thy eye Thou maist commit thy selfe to silent Groves The listning Trees grooms of my chamber be This Aire close Secretary to our loves Be not too coy then to receive a kisse Thou mightst have kist me twenty times'ere this 71. Come sit thee downe upon this banke a while And let us sport as other lovers doe The heav'n in gold the earth in green doth smile My heaven on earth prethee doe thou so too Unwreath thy armes and with an amorous twine Girdle my waste whilst I in circle shine 72. My shady Province wall'd about with trees The wealthy currents that devide the Land Shall give up all their treasure to thy eyes Pleasure it selfe shall spread at thy command Her most desired soule and thou as free As aire shalt move and share all blisse with me 73. If thou wilt hunt the Lion and the Pard Shall Every morne unto the Chace invite thee The Boare and Panther when thou art prepar'd Shall play before thy Speare and never fright thee Bleed any Beast hunt what thou likest most All wilde shall tame before thee as thou go'st 74. See how the trees bow their exalted heads And not a shrub but signe of gladnesse beares Which else would shrinke into their Earthy beds Or through their Barke break out in gummy teares And for thy absence weep out all their Rinde Proud if they have for thee their soule resign'd 75. The Winde thy Herald flies about the Groves Aloud proclaiming thee the wood-Nymphs King Snatching up odours as be whistling roves At thy hand to unlade them from his wing The Silvans friske about while Nymphs prepare A Rosie Garland to o're-top thy haire 76. Shepheards shall all the day new pastimes spring A Maske of Satyrs shall beguile the night The choisest Birds shall to the Anticks sing The slarres grow brighter to behold the sight Yet these but shadowes of the mirth wee 'll prove If thou wilt stay and be thy Eccho's love 77. I have a Cloister over-looks the Sea Where every morning we secure from feare Will see the Porpise and the Dolphins play And all the wonders
that in habit there Where many a barke into the Clouds doth leap While Surges caper round about the Ship 78. Lovely Narcissus prethee stay with me If thou doe thirst from every Spring shall rise Divinest Nectar and thy food shall be The glorious Apples of Hesperides A Nymph shall be thy Hebe of thou need Sha't have another for thy Ganimede 79. Feele how my Pulses beate my breasts swell high Come come be not so modest pretty one Why dost thou turne that beavenly cheek from me Who but thy selfe would such a blessing shun Those frownes will discompose thy beauty quite My lips doe blush in daring thee to fight 80. Prethes unlock thy words sweet treasurie And rape me with the musick of thy tongue But let no accent touch upon Deny This will thy beauty and my passions wrong I le rather praile thy silence it may prove What Lovers use t' expound consent to love 81. The Boy seems pleas'd and here begins to break Into a language extasied the maid By her owne hearts dictamen he did speak And if she ask'd him love he lov'd he said She darts a glance and he returnes a smile She sees and surfets on his lips the while 82. But soon these Sun-beames vanish'd all his smiles Were feign'd to get some knowledge how to quit The wood when she not moved with those wiles Told him all information was unfit Against her selfe at this swift as the winde Away he flies but leaves his frown behinde 83. Eccho laments his absence and in vaine Calls him againe unto her amorous wars She hath too sure a proof of his disdaine She sighes and curses her malignant stars And while she chides the Fate that gave her birth Her eyes make poore themselves t' enrich the earth 84. Oh that I ne're had seen his face quoth she That ignorant of the sweetnesse I mignt rest In supposition what the blisle might be My knowledge has betraid me to the best And by acquaintance with so much delight I finde a new flame in my appetite 85. Justice thou dreadfull Queen Ramnusia Punish with sorrow my contemners pride And by some strange and most prodigious way Let him the weight of thy reverige abide And since to me his heart a Rock hath prov'd Let him so love at last and dye unlov'd 86. Eccho hath spent her sting Narcissus now Hath got the top of an aspiring hill Whose site commands the Countrey round to view Some tract to lead him from the place but still In vaine he does employ his searching eyes Through thick embracing woods no path he spies 87. Wounded with objects that no comfort bring He might conclude his fortune at the worst Had he not seen hard by a goodly spring And thither he descends to quench his thirst O doe not taste Narcissus hence will flow What will thee more thou thy past fate undoe 88. Thy eyes betray thee and are sorrowes spies Containe thy feet thy danger is beneath Run not quick-sighted to a Precepice A blinde man cannot misse his way to death Thy liberty was all thou lost before The Nymphs too soon may thus thy death deplore 89. Chuse any other fountaine harke and feare The Birds are singing Dirges to thy death Does not a sooty Raven strike thine eare From an high Oake tuning her fatall breath A mighty cloud obscures the Suns bright eye Not willing to behold thy Tragedy 90. And yet these move thee not then reach the streame And meet thy blacker Destiny the Sun Is bright agen wrath burnes in every beame And guilds the Scene of thy destruction Each sullen winde is in his prison penn'd Least with their murmure it the Spring offend 91. No portion of a Birds forsaken nest Fell from the Bowes to interrupt the clame No wither'd leafe did in his fall molest The stilnesle of it smooth as setled balme But Crystall lesse transparent Such a mirrour So form'd could onely shew disdaine his errour 92. And now Narcissus humbled on the grasse And leaning with his breast upon the brinke Looks into th' water where he spies a face And as he did incline his head to drinke As faire as countenance seem'd to meet with his Off'ring to entertaine him with a kisse 93. Giving a little backe he doth admire The beauty of the face presented to him Thinking at first some water-Nymph was there And rising from her silver Couch to woe him Yet Court she cannot whom she did surprise Never from water did such flames arise 94. His heart glowes in him Punishment fulfills Love leaps into full age at the first houre New wonders like the waves with rouling hills Follow his gazes all that lov'd before Have flung their gather'd flames into his breast Fit him for Love a Sacrisice and Priest 95. But strucken with his owne his burning eyes Are onely thirsty now he drinks apace Into his soule the shadow that he sees And dotes on every wonder of the face He stoops to kisse it when the lips halfe way Meet he retreats and th' other steales away 96. He mov'd at the unkindnesse which he took By his owne teaching bowes himselfe againe The other meets him in the silent brook They spie agen but he cannot refraine To Court whom he desires and at his talke The lips within the water seem to walke 97. And every smile doth send his owne agen This cheeres him but he cannot heare a sound Break from the watrie prison and he then Complains a fresh that his unhappy wound Admits no cure and as he beats his breast The Conflict under water is exprest 98. What e're thou art come forth and meet me here He cries why dost deceive me with a look What meanes that that imitution come neare Leape from the depth of thy imprisoning brook Fold not thy armes like mine or smile on me Unlesse I may enjoy thy company 99. But whether is my wiser reason fled It is the shadow of my selfe I see And I am curst to be enamoured Where did I lose my soule or where am I What god shall pardon me this sin if here I must become my owne I dolater 100. Thou fatall Looking-glasse that dost present My selfe to me my owne incendiarie Oh let my eyes in love with their lament Weep themselves out and prove a part of thee This I shall gaine either my shade may fleet Or if it stay I may want eyes to see 't 101. Under this burthen of my love I faint And finde I am with too much plenty poore Wealthy I am in nothing but my want I have and yet O gods want nothing more Mysteriously divided thus I stand Halfe in the water halfe upon the land 102. But sure it cannot be my selfe I love How with my selfe despaire I to agree By one example both must gentle prove If I Narcissus love can he hate me It is no shade then doth my phansie slatter But something that 's divine doth blesse the water 103. Essence of all that 's faire ascend to me To thy