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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A14917	Faunus and Melliflora or, The original of our English satyres. Iohn Weeuer	Weever, John, 1576-1632.; Horace. Satires. 1. English.; Persius. Works. Satire 1. English.; Juvenal. Satura 1. English.	1600 (1600)	STC 25225; ESTC S111634	29,966	72

Poudred vpon so strange that many thought With purple coloured silke it had beene wrought But ah alas it was the crimson staine Of goddesses which Faunus lookes had slaine About his necke he wore a falling band Which tooke it pride from his faire mothers hand His ivory feete appearing vnto sight In murrey veluet buskins rich were dight The middle slits with tyrian Bisse were laced Whose prettie knots his man-like legge embraced In many places bare as vse hath bin To shew the clearenesse of the naked skin The wanton boy attired in this sort Vnto the Latian mountaines did resort Whose prowde height garnisht with such stately trees Seemde to contemne the vally at his knees The humble vally in as good a state But loftie Gallants lower minds do hate Was still replenisht with a pleasant riuer Prowd of the gift and yet more prowd the giuer Whose wanton streames the ban● so oft do kisse That in her lap at length he falling is Her bubbling water with slow gliding pace Shews her great griefe to leaue that pleasant place And with a murmure when she goes away Greatly laments she can no longer stay Cause th'vpper streams by violence would come To take possession of that ioyfull roome With swift pursute and as they gin to chace it The bankes like armes doe louingly imbrace it Whose purling noise vpon the pibble stones For such departure are the dolefull grones Her teares exhalde such norishment doth giue As on the tree-fringd banks made Pleasure liue Among these trees a goodly Cypresse grew That all the lofty pines did ouer-view Who bow'd her faire head in the sunnie gleames To tres●e her greene locks by those glassie streams Her top her shade vpon the Riuer show'd For the kind mois●ure on her root bestow'd Running vpon so delicate a ground As that the truth could neuer yet be found Whether it made the grauell pretious looke Or else the grauell purifide the brooke Whose meddowes greene enameled with roses T was Paradise some Poet yet supposes Added a shew so ruddie that most deemed The field to blush at his owne beautie seemed Neare to this valley Shepheards often met And by this valley sheepish squadrons set Within this valley past the time away With leapes and gamboles and with other play Here the Nymphes playd such summer games as Base For it was summer alwaies in this place And Bar●breake the which when Faunus saw So many wood-Nymphes standing on a row The boy though yong yet who so yong that loues not Or who so old that womens beautie moues not Spide Mell●flora Melliflora was Among the number sitting on the grasse Sweete Melliflora I can tell ye true The grasse grew prowd that vnder her it grew Faire Melliflora amorous and yong Whose name nor story neuer Poet sung She wore a garland wrought with Amorets With orphrates ouerlaid and violets Whose lacinth loue-lockes hanged out so faire As drest the garland garland drest the haire And enterlaced with a purle band Like cristall Tagus through his golden sand Which hiding nowe then hidden by the haire At fast and loose to play it did appeare Faire was her face yet fairer might haue beene If that the Sunne so often had not seene Her louely face for halfe the day he spent In kissing her yet neuer was content For God or man thinkes he the Cushion misses That wooes all day and winnes nought else but kisses Vntill the sunne with ouermuch desire Of loue for loue is hotter then the fire Consumde the wreathe of Diamonds in his throne Ouid's beguilde it was not Phaeton For Melliflora was the cause he burned His chariot and the world to cinders turned Strange were her weedes to Faunus yet not strange For in such weedes the wood-Nymphes vse to range A petticote tuckte euen with the knees Garnisht about with leaues of sundry trees And sometimes like a net drawne vp and wrought Which net the eagle Ioue might well haue cought And all her garments made so light and thin Who could restraine but thinke what was within And blacke silke laces whereon siluer bells Did hang aboue her elbowes and of shels Her slippers were her legges her armes her brest In many places naked yet so drest As nakednesse another raiment scorned For she her cloaths her cloaths not her adorned Faunus a farre off stood stone-still and gazed The more he lookt the more Loue inly blazed He would haue quencht it with his teares but then A sparke of beautie burnes a world of men It burnt the more yet who can well refraine From drinking water when he feeles the paine Of burning feuer though that water drenches And turnes to fire which like Loue neuer quenches But youth may loue and yongmen may admire If old age cannot yet it will desire For since that time old men of sixty yeeres Bear●ng a beard or rather beard them beares Will heate their blouds with loue and yong wiues chuse At such sweete weddings yongmen nothing loose Faunus kneel'd downe and vnto Venus prayde Before his prayers were the one halfe said He thought it best vnto the Nimph to write And shew his loue but ginning to indite He tride the Muses with his often changes Loue neuer loues to rest but alwaies ranges If once on Melliflora he did thinke He wet his paper both with teares and inke Fearing to end before he had begunne Mistrusting each word which his wit had done One was too darke another was too plaine This word too lostie and the other vaine That set not downe the sorrow of his hart This shew'd his passion but it shew'd no Art He tore his papers cast away his pen Sore was he grieude and yet not angrie men In true loue are not angrie for he knew The more hee studied still the worse it grew Then he resolude to take the rose-strowne way Into the valley where he saw them play Accosted all with Venus and the Graces With white haire hiding their enticing faces Which hand in hand would make a circle round With often turning then themselues confound In Pyrrhus daunce like souldiers armed twine them And wedge-wise yoked in array combine them And when he came that wood-Nymph was most faine That to their play might Faunus entertaine And if he spake the Nymphs drew somewhat neare him To taste the sirrop of sweete wordes and heare him And gray-eyd Dorys she would alwayes eye him Till she was strucke purblinde she could not see him Some wisht him sooner though he came too soone Before the pleasure of the day was done Some saide the night for Louers was the day And Loue delighted in the night to play For now the day his office gaue to night To lend our aduerse hemisphere his light The Nymphs requested Melliflora than To moue this sute to Faunus she beganne I would we had such eloquence as might Intreate your Highnesse lodge with vs all night We and our arbour euermore would rest Content and honourd with so great a ghest You shall but lie

faint and breathlesse here the quarrell ends Loues cause being righted both againe are friends And Venus to encrease their amitie Considering words against her deitie Were spoke by Pycus she incontinent In heate of rage her indignation spent Transforming him into a bird of th' aire And where before of al hee was most faire She makes him blackest keeping nothing white But breast and bellie for there dwelt delight And by her power diuine she so hath framed That by his owne name hee is euer named And seeming yet al women-kind to hate Ouer their houses alway he will prate And neare their poultrie build his nest and watch How he their chickens and their ducks may catch Faunus and Melliflora now are gone To take possession of his fathers throne And being come they find his mother dead For griefe her dearest sonne from court was fled Almost a yeare with mirth the time was spent When chaste Diana on fell mischiefe bent Entred the Court. At that time Melliflore Grieud with the burden which her faire wombe bore And put vpon sterne Hecates attire By magicke meaning to explaine her ire And so to ease her hate which inly burned The faire child to a monster she hath turned His head was garded with two little homes A beard he had whose haires were sharpe as thornes Crooked his nose his necke his armes and breast Were like a man but like a goate the rest No sooner was the faire Nymphs wombe cut ope To giue the monster largest roome and scope ●ut out he flies and to the wood doth runne For there Diana pointed he should come And tripping long time ore the leauie launes Ioynd issue with the Satyres and the Faunes But Faunus changing Melliflores complection Thus man to woman giueth all perfection And as our chiefe Philosophers will say Woman by man is perfect made each way These virgins then of sound and vpright carriage Are monsters plaine without the stay of marriage At length begot Latinus he Lauinia Aeneas her from Turnus tooke away Succeeding him his sonne Ascanius And after him Aeneas Sil●i●s Him Brutus kild and at our English Douer Landed and brought some Satyres with him ouer And nimble Faëries As most writers graunt London by Brute was named Troynovaunt The Faëries ofspring yet a long time went Among the woods within the wild of Kent Vntill transformed both in shape and essence By some great power or heauenly influence The Faëries proued full stout hardy knights In iusts in tilts in turnaments a●d fights As Spencer shewes But Spencer now is gone You Faëry Knights your greatest losse bemone This boone Diana then did aske of Ioue More to be venged on the Queene of Loue That 〈◊〉 late transformed sonnes Satyres So cald because they satisfide her ires Should euermore be vtter enemies To louers pastimes sportfull veneries Ioue granted her this lawful iust demand As we may see within our Faërie land The Satyres ierking sharp fang'd poesie Lashing and biting Venus luxurie Gauling the sides of foule impiety Scourging the lewdnesse of damnd villany Shooting out sharp quills in each angry line Through heapt-vp vices like the porcupine If this praise-worthy be then first of all Place I the Satyre Academicall His Satyres worthy are if any one To be ingrau'd in brasse and marble stone Detracting nothing from the excellencie Of the Rhamnusian Scourge of Villanie Put I was borne to hate your censuring vaine Your enuions biting in your crabbed straine Now let vs shew the Satyres enmitie Which Brutus left behind in Italie The first Satyre of Horace To his Patron Mecoenas Bounteous Mecoenas s'daining to peruse And patronage the weakenesse of my Muse. WHat is the cause that none content will liue In that estate which choise or chance doth giue But euermore a nouell life pursues And praiseth that another man doth vse Th'vnwildie war●ior brusde with toile and spent With groueling ●ld saith most of all content O blisfull life O merchants fortunate The Merchant saith misliking this estate When Southerne windes with raine bedagled wings Swell vp the seas and him neare shipwracke brings Warre 's better why they fight and presently Or quicke death comes or ioyfull victory The Counsellor when as the clyent waites And fore the cocks crow knocketh at his gates Cries happie husbandman his bed which keeps And lullabies his thoughts with carelesse sleepes The countryman i● for a surety sent Vnto the cittie he is euer bent To gape and pore and staring wide he pries On euery mocke-Ape toy which he espies Iogging his mate vpon the elbow he Sweares cittizens the blessed people be The residue of these new fangles would They are so many which I haue enrould Tyre-prating Fabius lest I thee delay Heare in a word Suppose some god would say Your likings all I wondrous well allow I will effect your will and souldier thou Shalt be a Merchant Counsellor I giue To thee thy wish a farmer thou shalt liue Your trades are turnd depart here from my sight Why stand you still they will not though they might Accept this blisfull and their chiefest boone Then what 's the cause but Ioue of right may soone In wrathfull moode engorge his swelling cheeke Gainst all this sort and heare not them which seeke And sue to change their present state hereafter But lest some say too much I mingle laughter Though what forbids but that the iester may Speake truth in toyes and make the Reader stay As faire spoke Pedants teaching country schooles With butterd bread will lure the little fooles To learne their Crosse-row but I le make an end Of trifles now and serious things vnbend The country swaine which shares the yeelding leas The Mariner that furrowes vp the seas The Tauerner which reakes not much to lie And Souldier say the cause they trauaile why Is this that when vnnimble three-legg'd age There stronger yeares or moyling toyle doth swage That then they might of all sufficient haue Least easelesse neede their bodie bring to graue Not much vnlike the little Ant that moiles A little beast but one of greatest toile And drawes her dainties thwart the hillie soile By might of mouth and placed in her cell In all she may she huswiues it so well Layes it in piles and shroudes it vnder roofe As one which were not for to learne the proofe Of winters wrath when sleeting Ianiuere With sullen shoures saddes the beginning yeare Within her caue she keepes her festiuall And feeles the fruit of her prouision all In Summer time ●ut thee nor scorching heate Nor shuddering cold Nor stormie seas nor winter fire nor sword Nor ought can keepe from heaping vp thy hord Thy glutton mind with moath-consuming pelfe Whilst one thou seest be richer then thy selfe What vailes it thee to grubbe this waight of molde So fearefully this Idoll god thy gold In hugger mugger euermore to hide Which if thou spend no farthing will abide And if thou snudge and coffer't from the sunne What shew makes it what good