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A93121	Salmacis, Lyrian & Sylvia, forsaken Lydia, the rape of Helen, a comment thereon, with severall other poems and translations. By Edvvard Sherburne Esquire.	Preti, Girolamo, 1582-1626.; Marino, Giambattista, 1569-1625.; Colluthus, of Lycopolis.; Saint-Amant, Marc Antoine Gérard, sieur de, 1594-1661.; Sherburne, Edward, Sir, 1618-1702.	1651 (1651)	Wing S3223; Thomason E1217_3; ESTC R203560	66,602	185

makes me afraid Daphnis Diana whom thou serv'st will be thy Aid Shepheardess But bearing Children will my Beauty wrong Daphnis In Children thou wilt see thy self still young Shepheardess What Dowry wilt thou give if I consent Daphnis My Flocks my Groves my Fields be thou content Shepheardess Swear that when married thou wilt ne'r forsake me Daphnis By Pan I will not so thou please to take me Shepheardess Thou 'lt give me Beds and House and Sheep to breed Daphnis Both House and Beds and the fair Flocks I feed Shepheardess What shall I to my aged Father say Daphnis He when he hears my Name will soon give way Shepheardess How art thou call'd for Names do often please Daphnis Daphnis my Name my Father 's Lycides My Mother 's Nomaea Shepheardess Of an honest Line Thou com'st nor we of no more mean than thine Daphnis Yet not so great to make your Pride aspire For as I tak 't Menalcas is your Sire Shepheardess Shew me your Stalls and Groves Daphnis Come let thine Eyes VVitness how high my Cypress Trees do rise Shepheardess Feed Goats whilst I survay the Shepheard's Bounds Daphnis Graze Bullocks whilst I shew the Nymph my Grounds Shepheardess VVhat do'st why thrust'st thy hand into my Brest Daphnis Thus thy soft swelling Bosome should be prest Shepheardess Help Pan I faint Swain take thy hand away Daphnis Fear not sweet Nymph nor tremble with dismay Shepheardess 'T will spoyle my Coat should I i' th' durt be thrown Daphnis No see on this soft hide I 'l lay thee down Shepheardess Ah Me why hast thou loos d my Virgin Zone Daphnis To Venus this be an Oblation Shepheardess Heark see some body comes I hear a Noise Daphnis The Cypress Trees are whispering of our Joyes Shepheardess Th' hast torn my Cloaths and me quite naked layd Daphnis I 'l give thee better Shepheardess VVords no deeds e'r paid Daphnis Would I could send my soul into thee now Shepheardess Oh Phoebe pardon I have broke my Vow Daphnis A Calf to Love a Bull to Venus burn Shepheardess A Maid I came a Woman shall return Daphnis And be a Mother-Nurse to pretty Boyes Shepheardess Thus intertalk'd they 'mid'st the active Joyes Of closs Embraces when at length they rose And being up to feed her Flock she goes With blushing Face but with a lightsome Heart Whilst to his Heards he no less pleas'd doth part On the Picture of Icarus in Wax Marino VVHat once did unto thee impart The means of Death by happy Art Now thee restores to life again Yet still remember to refrain Ambitious Flights nor soar too nigh The Sun of an inflaming Eye For so thou may'st scorcht by those Beams In Ashes dye as once in Streams On a Marble Statue of Nero which falling kill'd a Child Marino THis Statue bloudy Nero does present To Tyrants a sad Document Though Marble on his Basis yet so fast He stood not but he fell at last And seems as when he liv'd as cruell still He could not fall but he must kill On Paula Mart. l. 9. Epig. 5. FAin shee 'd have Priscus and who blame her can But hee 'l not have her and who 'l blame the Man On an Ill Husband and Wife Mart. l. 8. Epigr. 34. SInce both of you so like in Manners be Thou the worst Husband and the worst Wife she I wonder you no better should agree On Candidus a rich Miser Mart. l. 3. Epig. 26. Alone thou dost enjoy a fair Estate Alone rare Myrrhine Vessels golded Plate Alone rich Wines dost drink and hast for None A Heart nor Wit but for thy self alone None shares with thee it is deny'd by no man But Candidus thou hast a Wife that 's Common On Bassus a Pittifull Poet Mart. l. 5. Epigr. 53. VVHy writ'st thou of Thyestes Colchis hate Andromache or Niobes sad Fate Deucalion Bassus better far would fit Or Phaeton believe me with thy Wit On a Boy kill'd by the fall of an Icesicle Mart. l. 4. Epig. 18. VVHer streams from Vipsan Pipes Port Capen powrs And the Stones moystned are with constant show'rs A drop congeal'd to a sharp Icesicle On a Child's Throat that stood beneath it fell And when the Wretches Fate dissolv'd it had Melted away in the warm VVound it made VVhat may not cruell Fate or where will not Death find us out if VVater Throats can cut On Nestor a whisperer Mart. l. 3. Epig. 28. THou wonder'st Marius Ears should smell so Ill They may thank thee thou whisper'st in 'em still On Martinia an old old leacherous Mart. l. 3. Epigr. 32. VVHat canst thou not with an old VVoman bed Thou criest yes but thou art not old but dead VVe could with Hecuba or Niobe Make shift but then Martinia it must be Before the one Into a Bitch be turn'd t'other to Stone On Philomuse a needy Newesmonger Mart. l. 9. Epig. 35. TO gain a Supper thy shift Philomuse Is to vent lies instead of Truths for News Thou knowst what Pacorus intends to do Can'st count the German Troops and Sarmats too The Decia● General's Mandates dost profess To know and Victories before the Express How oft it rains in Aegypt thou as well And Number of the Lybian Fleet canst tell VVhom Victor in the next Quinquatrian Games Caesar will crown thy knowing Tongue proclames Come leave these shifts thou this Night Philomuse Shalt sup with Me but not a word of News On Aulus a Poet-Hater Mart. l. 8. Epig. 63. AUlus Loves Thestius him Alexis fires Perhaps he too our Hyacinth desires Go now and doubt if Poets he approves When the Delights of Poets Aulus Loves On Lentinus being troubled with an Ague Mart. l. 12. Epig. 17. LEntinus thou dost nought but sume and fret To think thy Ague will not leave thee yet Why it goes with thee bathes as thou dost do Eats Mushromes Oysters Sweet-breads wild Boar too Oft drunk by thee with Falern Wine is made Nor Caecub drinks unless with snow allay'd Tumbles in Roses dawb'd with unctuous sweets Sleeps upon Down between pure Cambrick sheets And when thus well it fares with thee wouldst thou Have it to go unto poor Damma now To Priscus Mart. l. 8. Epigr. 11. VVHy a rich Wife Priscus I will not wed Ask'st thou I would not have my Wife my Head Husbands should have superiority So Man and Wife can only equall be On Phoebus that wore leather Caps Mart. l. Epig. VVHilst thou a Kidskin Cap putt'st on To hide the Baldness of thy Crown On jested wittily who ●ed Phoebus that thou hadst shod thy Head On Horace a poor fellow Mart. l. 4. Epigr 2. HOrace alone mongst all the Company In a black Gown the Plays did lately see Whilst both the Commons and the Knights of Rome Senate and Caesar all in white did come When strait it snow'd apace so he the sight Beheld as well as all the rest in white On a Swallow torn in Peeces by her Fellowes Mart. l. 5. Epig. 67. VVHen for their winterHomes the

late Was the sole Regent of my Fate Hath yeelded up her sweetest Breath In the best Time of Life to Death Who proud of such a Victory At once triumphs o'r Love and Me But more Alas I cannot speak Sighs so my sadder Accents break Farewell kind Floud now take thy Way And like my Thoughts still restless stray If we retarded have thy Course Hold with these Tears thy speed inforce A Shepheard inviting a Nymph to his Cottage DEer on yond' Mountain stands my humble Cot 'gainst Sun and Wind by spreading Oaks secur'd And with a Fence of Quickset round immur'd That of a Cabban make 't a shady Grot. My Garden 's there o'r which the Spring hath spread A flowry Robe where thou may'st gather Posies Of Gilliflowers Pinks Jelsomines and Roses Sweets for thy Bosome Garlands for thy Head Down from that Rocks side runs a purling Brook In whose unsullied Face Though thine needs no new Grace Thou mayst as thou think'st best compose thy Look And there thine own fair Object made Try which judg'd by the River may by said The greater Fire That which my Brest feels or thy Eyes inspire To Ligurinus Horat. Carm. l. 4. Od. 10. Paraphrasticè CRuel and fair when this soft down Thy Youths bloom shall to bristles grow And these fair Curls thy shoulders crown Shall shed or cover'd be with snow When those bright Roses that adorn Thy Cheeks shall wither quite away And in thy Glass now made Time's scorn Thou shalt thy changed Face survey Then ah then sighing thou 'lt deplore Thy Ill-spent Youth and wish in vain Why had I not those thoughts before Or come not my first Looks again The Penitent Murderer Theo●rit Idyl 31. {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} VVHen Venus saw Adonis dead His Tresses soyl'd his Colour fled She strait her winged Loves commands To bring the cruell Boar in Bands They the Woods nimbly ranging found The pensive Beast and brought him bound This drags along the captiv'd foe That pricks him forward with his Bow With trembling steps the Boar drew nigh For he fear'd angry Venus Eye T' whom thus she spake O thou the Worst Of all wild Beasts and most accurst Was 't thou with wounding Turks didst tear This whiter Thygh thou kill my Dear To whom the Boar reply'd I swear By thy self Venus by thy Dear By these my Bonds these Hunters I Meant to thy Love no Injury But gazing on him as some fair Statue unapt the flames to bear Desire had kindled in my Brest To kiss his naked Thigh I prest And kissing kill'd him wherefore these These murd'ring Tusks doom as you please For why alas Teeth do I bear That useless and enamour'd are Or if a punishment too small You yet think that take Lips and All But Venus pittying the Beast Commands that strait he be releas'd Who to the Woods ne'r went again But liv'd as one of Venus Train And coming one Day near a Fire Quench'd there the flames of his Desire The Shepheard theocrit. Idyl 21. FAir Eunica I sweetly would have kist But was with scorn and this reproach dismist Hence what a Shepheard and yet hope from Me For such a Grace We kiss no Clowns saith she My Lips I would not with a kiss so vile As thine so much as in a Dream defile Lord how thou look'st how like a Lubber sport'st What fine discourse thou hast how sweetly court'st How soft thy Beard is and how neat thy Hair Thy Lips like sick mens blush and thy hands are White as an Ethiops fogh thou stink'st out quick Carrion be gone lest thy smell make me sick Then in her Brest thrice spitting me a skew Mumbling t' her self from Head to foot doth view Such Pride in her self-flatter'd Beauty takes Whilst in Derision Mouths at Me she makes This scorn my bloud inflam'd and red I grew With anger like a Rose new bath'd in Dew She went her way and left me vext to see I should by such a Huswife slighted be Say Shepheards am I not a handsome Lad Or hath some God transform'd and lately made M' another Man for once I 'd a good face And that as Ivy Trees my Beard did grace My Locks like Smallage 'bout my Temples twin'd And my white Front 'bove my black Eye-brows shin'd My Eyes more lovely than Minerva's were Than Curds my Lips more soft and sweeter far My Words than Honey play too would you knew 't I sweetly can on Pipe Shalm Reed and Flute There 's not a Country Lass but likes as passes And loves me too all but your City Lasses Who 'cause a Shepheard me without regard Forsooth pass by alas they never heard How Bacchus on the Plains did Oxen tend And Venus to a Shepheards Love did bend And his fat Flocks on Phrygian Mountains kept Or lov'd in Woods and for Adonis wept VVhat was Endymion but a Shepheard whom The Moon affected and from Heaven would come To lye whole Nights on Latmus with the Boy A Shepheard Rhea too was once thy Joy And oh how many scapes Jove didst thou make From Juno's Bed for a young Shepheard's sake But Eunica alone doth Swains despise And 'bove those Goddesses her self doth prize Venus no more thou with thy Love may'st keep In Town or Hill alone thou now must sleep The Pastorall Wooing Daphnis and Shepheardess theocrit. Idyl 28. Daphnis PAris the Swain away coy Helen bare And I a Swain am kiss'd by one more fair Shepheardess Brag not rude Hind Kisses are empty things Daphnis From empty Kisses yet sweet pleasure springs Shepheardess I 'l wash my mouth wipe off thy Kisses stain Daphnis Wip'st thou thy Lips then let us kiss again Shepheardess Go kiss your Cows you fit to kiss a Maid Daphnis Be not so proud your youth will quickly fade Shepheardess Grapes though they 're dry yet still are Grapes we see And Roses although wither'd Roses be Daphnis Let 's sit and talk beneath this Myrtles shade Shepheardess No your smooth Tongue me once before betraid Daphnis Beneath these Elms then sit and hear me play Shepheardess Play to your self I not your Musick weigh Daphnis Take heed lest thou the Wrath of Venus find Shepheardess Venus her worst be but Diana kind Daphnis Oh say not so lest her excited Rage Thee in unextricable Snares ingage Shepheardess Do what she can find we Diana's Grace Hold off your hands or else I 'l scratch your Face Daphnis Love which no Maid e'r did thou must not fly Shepheardess By Pan I will why dost thou press so nigh Daphnis I fear he 'l make thee stoop to thy first Love Shepheardess Though woo'd by many none I did approve Daphnis Amongst those many here behold I sue Shepheardess Why my kind Friend what would'st thou have me do The married Life with troubles is repleat Daphnis No Cares Joys only Marriage doth beget Shepheardess They say Wives of their Husbands live in fear Daphnis Of whom do Women rather domineer Shepheardess But thought of Child-bed Pains