sape Was first a wand or but a litle seed Then mought it be thrown down drawne vp soone broke Now stands it stiffe conquers euery stroke 22. Consider first where thou dost thrall thy hart To whom thou vowest thy seruice and thy loue And if the burthen cause thine inward smart From out the yoke with speed thy neck remoue Stop the beginning for Phisick comes too late When time hath drawn the wound to desperate state 23. Defer not therefore to the comming hower For he that at the present is vnapt Shall finde delay diminish still his power Vntill at length he wholly be intrapt Louers excuses seeke of long delay And euer fittest deemes the following day 24. But each small minute giues occasion Of deeper thraldome Fancy ties by slight See how by many streames collection There doth arise a flood of wondrous might Drops multiplied do grow to running springs And springs vnited forth a Riuer brings 25. If that thou hadst foreseene how great a sinne Myrrha thy wicked lust did powre on thee Thou neuer shouldst haue hid thy shamefull chin Within the barke of that still weeping tree Oft haue I seene an easie soone curde ill By times processe surpasse the Leachmans skill 26. But for we still delight to taste the fruites Of melting pleasure and bewitching Loue We wooe our selues with long protracting suites And daily promise from it to remoue Meane while the flame we feed within vs still For deeper rootes the weed and tree of ill 27. But if the time of this first cure be past And long-fed loue doth lode thy fainting hart A worke of greater moment now is cast Vpon my promise and of deeper Art Yet will I not cast off the sicke decaide Though late it be ere he implores my aide 28. Paeantius sonne should haue redeemd his health By cutting off that first corrupted part Though after many yeares times gon by stealth He ending warfare was recurde by Art I that but now did launce the wound in haste Now wish thou slowly slying time to waste 29. Yet seeke to quench those flames that newly burn With those whose furie past do now decline Giue Raynes to running rage and do not turne Her race and she will kill her selfe with time Each violence at first is wondrons strong And hardly yeeldeth passage vnto wrong 30. He is a foole that may the Riuer passe By small declining vnto either side And yet will striue against the streame alas And euer be far from his purpose wide Me thinks I see a minde impatient That neuer subiect was to Arts true bent 31. Contemne this Counsell as of slender skill And scorne th' admonisher as fond and vaine But then will I apply me to his will And vndertake my promisde taske againe When as his wounds wil beare a touch a straine And eke himselfe beliue I do not faine 32. Who would forbid the mother for to weepe Vpon the dead hearse of her dearest sonne This is no time that she should patience keepe This is no place to say she must haue done When with her teares her mind is satisfied By words her griefe may best be mollified 33. By time must medicines be measur'd forth For in fit time wines profit and delight But out of season they are little worth And brings the body to eternal night Moreouer vnto flax thou addest fire Forbidding vice contraring his desire 34. In vnfit times by ill meanes or straunge place Nor euer shalt thou so thy Patient cure When then thou seest thy selfe in better case Able or hard prescriptions to endure See first thou fly from sloathful Idlenesse And still be doing somewhat more or lesse 35. Sloath drawes thee on and leads thee vnto Loue Sloath the chiefe cause and foode of pleasing ill Shake off but Sloath and idle ease remoue Blinde Cupid shall his arrowes vainely spill His bowe shall breake and to the ground shall fall Yea and his firy brands extinguish all 36. Euen as the Palme-tree loues the Riuers sight And as the Alder ioyes the Waters side As Reeds in slymie Marishes delight So Loue doth euermore with sloath abide Loue hates all busie braines as deadly ill If then thou wilt not loue be busie still 37. Languor and Feeblenesse and sloathful play Time drownd in Wine and lost in drowsie sleepe Steales from the mind her wonted strength stay Whiles all her spirits dead no watch do keepe Then in slips Traitor Loue her enemie And doth depriue her of her libertie 38. Loue euermore a shadow is to Sloath Attending on her alwaies as her Page To be imployde with businesse its loath It hates all care at trouble stil doth rage Adde then vnto thy minde some chiefe affaire Stil to preserue from Loues infectious ayre 39. There are the seates of Iudgements Iustice see There are the Lawes go learn to plead for truth Thou hast some friend in trouble set him free Thus shalt thou euer fly fond Fancies ruth Or clad thy selfe in steele and shining armes Pleasure shal fly and neuer worke thy harmes 40. Behold the Parthian who slying fights Now Captiuate the cause of our new ioyes Conquer thou Cupids sensual delights As then the Parthian hast to his annoy So in thy double conquest mayst thou weare Two Trophies and vnto thy Gods them beare 41. As soone as Venus from th' Aeolian Speare Receiude her wound she left the bloodie field She left the care of that vnconstant feare Vnto her Louer by his strength to wield Some aske why fraile Aegistus burnd in sinne The cause is plaine Sloath did his vertue winne 42. Diuers were slack and many proued slowe Some came but late before proud Troyes wall To which the youth of Greece did daily goe Concluding their long toyle with Illions fall Would he the exercise of rough warres daine His nature could not suffer any paine 43. Would he haue spent his speech to plead for right Greece wanted matter for his vehement tongue All that he could he did euen to his might Least nought he should to Loue he tun'd his song So came that childe to vndertake some paine So stil he doth a childish boy remaine 44. The Countrey also doth delight the minde With pleasant studies of sweet husbandry This care the greeuoust cares griefes doth binde Quickly forgets and makes all sorrow flye Yoke then thy Oxen well taught to obay And furrow vp the earth in good aray 45. Bury therein thy quicke and liuely seede Which thy fat fields in time shall multiply Yeelding thee treble gaines with happie speede Behold the Apple bough how it doth ply And stoope with store of fruit that doth abound Scarce able to sustaine them from the ground 46. Marke well the gentle musicke of each spring Whiles through the Peebles it doth make her way See how thy Lambes with tender teeth do wring And choysely crop the sweetest herbes away The gentle Lambes that alwaies heard togither Louers of companie louing one another 47. Loe how the Goates vnto the
not my sonne of fatall Lands bereaue And now of Gods the fatall Messenger From Ioue himselfe they both my witnesse be Hath message brought I saw the god most cleere I plainely heard what words he spake to me Leaue then with plaints to set vs both on fier Constraind I go not with wine owne desier And what wight can necessitie resist Whose Iron bands both men and gods enchaine What she hath spun who striueth to vntwist Or sencelesse is or pleasure takes in paine The sturdie tree holds not his foote so fast As lythie Reed that bends to euery blast Who euer saw those which of Neptunes land The waued soyle with yoked Ores to plow With top and top against the storme to stand Which Aol's youth with blustring breath doth blow They rather yeeld vnto his windie will Then choose their liues in bootlesse strife to spill And is it then my life I hold so deare That life to hold I Dido would forgoe Or is it death that I so much do feare That death to flye I would procure her woe Then Gods me graunt a liuing death to leade In greefe in shame still dying neuer dead But care of my succeeding progenie To whom by fates forepointed is their place To whom by heauens of earthly Monarchie The crowne to weare foregraunted is the grace This care I say with care for to fulfill The gods behest reuersed hath my will And honors selfe which long a sleepe hath laine Rockt in Loues cradle now awaked new Cries on vs both and shall he crie in vaine To leaue him quite or yeeld him seruice dew You hitherto haue euer famous beene Forget not now what fame becomes a Queene And me whom men perhaps vnworthy call The godly wight and second vnto none In Pietie from pietie to fall Were fouler blot then any other one Admit O Queene that I by thee be staid By wandring Fame what will of both be said Loe here the man that out of Troy burn'd Preseru'd his gods now quite by him contemn'd Lo here whose chaste affection cleane is turn'd To lawlesse lust late by her selfe condemn'd He leaud she light he wicked she vnwise This fame to earth this earth will blaze to skies You know that Monsters many eyes and eares Listning and prying still to heare and see Her tongues and wings which infinite she beares As lying oft so flying alwayes be Of Peeres and Princes euer speaking worst It is her kind she was by enuie nurst You thoughtlesse sit within your Princely bower Or minding only loue or liues delight Your fame meanetime like tender springtide flower The busie blasts of bitter tongues do bite Each deed each word yea countenance and thought Of simplest sort are vnder censure brought It is our fate if not our fault it be Which highest mounted set on Fortunes wheele With our owne sense we neither heare nor see Which makes vs pinched long before we feele For foes are pleas'd and would it not amend And friends are grieu'd yet dare not vs offend Go then Aeneas honor bids thee goe Honour vnto whose yoke the freest necks are thrall For her sake fly if wilt not for thine owne Though what herein befals to both befall Protesting still that no mislike or hate Mou'd thee to go but force of cruell fate For were but Dido halfe so finely formd VVere Didos eyes but halfe so beamie Ieate VVere Didos face but such as might be scornd Her Country poore her Towne a simple seate Yet hauing there such louing kindnesse found VVhat flinty breast to loue would not be bound Much more in me kind hearted Venus child Not by the lame Smith but her lustie Loue My blinded brother might his bower build VVhere so great helps encourage him to proue Her forme her face her eyes her seate her soyle Disdaining match so farre from taking foyle I both Oenone and the Spartan Queene I courtly Dames and Nymphs of woods and wels I haue Chryseis Bryseis seene Yea Venus selfe in whom perfection dwels But if some god to chuse would me assigne I all would prayse but Dido should be mine But hard 's my choise when there the thundering Iove destruction threatens if I disobay And here my friendly foe heart-pursuing Loue By all his powers coniures my mind to stay Alas ye gods your discord lay aside I am but one and cannot go and bide Or Ioue frame thou my destinies anew Allot to others fertile 〈◊〉 Or rather Loue at once bid both adew And both restore to former libertie By reasons rule the younger and the child Should to the elder and the father yeild But thou madde dogge whose reason lies in rage Who no rule els but retchlesnes doth know Nor reuerence bearest to thy fathers age Nor from thy brother canst abstaine thy blow And least for that fault might with thee be found By onely vs thou didst thy mother wound But not to loue nor any els that dwell In starrie house I for my selfe would speake Let gods let men let ghosts of gastly hell Their wrath on me with all their mallice wreake Let me be tost as erst with wracke on seas With warre on land nor here nor there in ease Let all that els can mind or body grieue Grieue without meane my body and my mind Only to thee that only didst relieue My woes and wants let me not proue vnkind But thankfull still that fame may so relate Me thankful still but stil â—fortunate For where the Seas before mine eyes thou set With other daungers likely to ensue And how I will an other Dido get Alas I meane no getting of a new My head is busied more a thousand fold How since I must I may forgo the old And who hath past as I the stormes of fire Which crazie towers threw topsie turuie downe Will litle care though winters stormie Ire With swelling face makes Tethis face to frowne In sum I can all paine with patience take But not ô Queene with patience thee forsake Not that I doubt least proud Hyarbas power Shall able be to make my Dido thrall Carthage is strong with many a mightie tower With broad deepe ditch vauntgarding stately wall This may and will thee from the Tyrant rid Thee from thy selfe ô Gods the luck forbid Where Loue with losse Impatient meetes with Ire Shame calls in sorrow hatred brings disdaine And all in one do oftentimes conspire To kill the Patient so to cure the paine Which done for shame away each other slides But shame as shamelesse euermore abides Far better read sometimes a Wizard old How of lost Loue to ease the curelesse wound When Paris left her to honour told Wherein she said she greatest comfort found Her hearbs and charmes eased not so her hart As these plaine precepts of his homely Art He bad her banish both from sight and minde All Monuments but chiefly from her sight VVhich he departing thence did leaue behinde As pictures garments armes and all that might His absent person to remembrance bring For loue of sight sight doth from obiect spring Refraine qd he from comming in the place VVhich hath bene priuie to your sweetest ioyes Neuer record or euer with disgrace His words and deeds but cause of your annoyes Deem him them and when you think him on Thinke what cause had the Traitor to be gon But yet at first in no sort seeke to swage These eager torments of heart-breaking griefe But whiles Rage runneth yeeld to running rage Till time takes truce and respit brings reliefe For mightie beasts and mightie passions both By following tam'd by stop are made more worth Obserue thou must as diet to this cure That Idlenesse and loanlinesse thou flie That vertuous accounts still thou haue in vre And sort your selfe with fitting companie For Loue erects in idle breasts his throne And like a Monach loues to sit alone Thus much and more the good old man did teach That Ida Nymph in that forsaken state As he was hers so let him be your leach Since vnto me all praiers comes too late Religion Honour Destinies decree Three by poore one how can resisted bee Tout Seule FINIS Appollinem medecine Poëseâ—s Deus invocat
bloody fight But loue and peace dwels here from danger free Yet onely I from them haue tane this wound Which vnto thee subiected hath this ground 73. This and much more in vaine her tongue did say But wise Vlisses alwayes stopt his eare And hoysing his braue sayles fled fast away The winde her loue and words away doth beare Yet still her torments did the more increase Yet stil of cursed spels she seeketh ease 74. But all her magicke and spright binding arte Diminisht nothing of her furious loue Ne ought did take from her consuming smart Ne ought her helish torments did remoue Ye then that fondly loue and faigne would leaue In magicke spels doe not at all beleeue 75. But if great cause of businesse thee retaine Within the Citie where thy mistris dwels Follow my counsaile freedome to regaine Which for the Cities presence I will tell He woonne his freedome and did quite him wel That once escapte vnworthy loues lowe Hell 76. This thou desirest him I wonder at And of my medicines he shall not need To thee alone my Rules I will relate Whose inward wounds do neuer cease to bleed Who louest wouldst faigne that knot vnbinde And know'st not how seekst the way to finde 77. Recount vnto thy selfe each suttle Art Each wicked Act of thine vnworthy Loue Vnfold before thine eyes each losse each smart Which by her meanes and for her thou dost proue This hath she stolne that thus must you say Yet this or that will not her stealing stay 78. But euen houshold goods and gods and all She quite hath fold with couetous desire Lo thus protesting she doth Record call Her faith yee falsifies it O the stoute lyer How often hath she shut me out her gate There suffering me my sorrowes to relate 79. Yea she applies her selfe to straungers last And scorne my loue ô most vnhappie I Vnto her base apprentise she doth trust Those secrets which to me she doth denie The oft remembrance of such cruell wrong Wil root thy fancie vp though grounded strong 80. Present them often then to thy sick minde For hence the spring shall rise of happy hate O would thou couldst seeme eloquent to binde More strong perswasions to thy sickly state 81. Lately I set my fancy on a maide That fully answerd not to my desier And therefore striu'd my fancy to haue staide A poore Phisition to so great a fyer Yet the remembrance of her vilder parts Releast the furie of tormenting smarts 82. How ill and excellent vnshapt her thigh Yet to confesse the truth it was not so How foule her armes thus would I say and sigh Yet if they were not thus I well did know How short of stature yet her stature tall Thus enuie loathsomnesse to me did call 83. Good things do neighbour bad and sit them by Oft vertue thus of vice doth beare that blame Faigne to thy selfe and tell thy selfe a ly And cloath her vertues with foule vices shame Thus shalt thou change thy mind with subtill art And weare away thy still encombring smart 84. If shee be fat that shee is swollen say If browne then tawny like the Affricke Moore If slender leane meger and worne away If courtly wanton worst of worst before If modest strange as fitteth woman-head Say she is rusticke clownish and ill bred 85. Yea whatsoeuer gift for none hath all Thy mistris wants intreat her still to vse If that her voyce be ill or cunning small Importune her to sing nee'r let her chuse If that she cannot moue her feete in measure To see her daunce still let it be thy pleasure 86. Is shee of small discourse and slender wit Conuerse with her that she may wound thine eare To instruments hath shee not learn'd to fit Her fingers then desire a Lute to heare Hath she an ill vncomely and strange gate Cause her to walke both earely forth and late 87. Hath shee a swelling and downe hanging breast Desire thou still to see her faire white skinne Are her teeth blacke or wants shee of the best Relate some merry iest that shee may grinne Is shee compassionate tell then some woful case So shall she shew thee Anticks in her face 88. Earely desire to steale of her a sight Ere shee hath cloath'd her with her best attire We are seduced by vaine errors might And gay apparell kindles our desire Then is shee shrowded all in stone and golde And of her selfe least part her selfe doth holde 89. Oft seeke for whom thou lou'st in company And great resort of other goodly dames By this deuice new loues beguiles thine eye And drawes thy first desire to farther blame Come all vnthought of sudden in the place So shall she be vnarm'd in weaker case 90. So shalt thou disappoint her in her guile See her defects and coole thy burning loue Yet trust not to this rule which other while Fallacious and dangerous doth proue For carelesse hauiour that doth banish art Hath mighty force to hold a wounded hart 91. Yet whiles with curious skill shee paintes her face Be not asham'd but presse thou to her sight Then shalt thou finde her boxes in the place Wherein her beauty lyes and borrowed light Then shalt thou see her body all begreas'd With ointments that hath thee so greatly pleas'd 92. Of sauour worse then Phineûs tables were Whose filthinesse a plague to him was sent With these my stomack could not often beare But euermore to ease it selfe was bent But now euen what we vse in midst of Loue I will thee teach that passion to remoue 93. For by all meanes we must this fier expell But I do shame euen needfull things to showe Yet thou by those which I to thee shall tell Mayst well conceiue the rest and easie knowe For some dispraise my rimes to enuie bent And say my Muse is shamelesse impudent 94. Yet since I see so many that I please That all the world my sporting lines receaue Let this or that man enuie at my ease Dispraise my pen and me of praise bereaue Detracting enuie Homers writ hath blam'd Who ere thou be he Zoilus hath nam'd 95. Yea sacriligious tongues hath torne thy verse By whose good guide the Troyans gaind this land The loftiest things Ioues thunderbolts do perse And winds encounter what doth highest stand So enuie euer aymeth at the best And will not giue them any time to rest 96 But thou who ere thou be that thus my Muse So much offendes through looser libertie If in thy wrath discretion thou canst vse Then to each subiect his apt verse applie Stout warres deserue a Homer to display Their battailes conflicts and their good array 97 What place may there be found for sweet delight For Reuels Triumphs Loues and merriment Matters of State Tragedians do report For loftie Stiles becomes such drirement No humble muse must there sound his stil horne There buskins but no base shoes must be worne 98 The Iambicke freely taunts his enemie Whether
the soueraigntie to thee Thou leauest things full made thou seekest new to make To search about for Lands vnfound Land found thou doest forsake But graunt the land thou finde to thee who will it giue Why will the soyle to straungers yeeld whereon themselues do liue Thou must an other Loue An other Dido finde And which againe thou maist vndo An other promise binde When wilt thou into forme a Towne like Carthage bring And from thy Pallace top behold thy subiects as their King If all things else succeed and nothing crosse thy minde What place will euer yeeld to thee a wife to thee so kinde For I like waxen torch in Sulphur rold do burne Each day each night Aeneas makes vnto my thoughts returne Vnthankfull he indeed And deafe to what I giue And such as were I not a foole I would without him liue Yet though his thoughts be ill I hate him not therefore Complaine I do of his vntroath complaining Loue therefore Thy daughter Venus spare thy brother hard embrace O brother Loue within thy Campe point him a Souldiers place Or me who first began for Loue I not disdaine Let him but onely subiect yeeld to this my carefull paine But ah I am beguilde his bostes are bosted lyes Of mothers line from mothers kinde in all his course he flyes Thee some vnwieldie stone or Rockey Mountaines bred Or oakes which on high rocks do grow or beasts by Rauen fed Or Sea with windes turmoild as now thou seest it sho Yet thitherward art ready bent in spight of waues to go What mean'st thou winter le ts let winters suite preuaile See with what force the Easterne blasts the rolling waues assaile Since windes and waters do then thou more iustice showe Let me what more to thee I would to winde and waters owe. I am not so much worth which sure thou dost not thinke That while on Seas from me thou flyest thy selfe in Seas shouldst shrinke Thou precious hatred bear'st and pearst exceeding hie If so thou mayst of me be rid thou count it cheape to die The windes their windie force anon will lay aside And Triton will with Azure steeds On leueld waters glide Now would the gods as they so thou couldst chaunged be Thou wilt vnles thy hardnesse do far passe the hardest tree What if of furious Seas the force thou didst not know Which tride so oft and found so ill yet still to sea wilt go And though they serue at will when thou dost Anchors way Yet in so long a voyage chaunce no fewe mischaunces may And sure to crosse the Seas small fruite faith-breakers gaine That place on false deceiuers doth inflict their falshoods paine But most when Loue is wrongd for why of Loue the Dame First naked out of watrie waues about Cythera came Least hurt who hurteth me vndone vndo I shall I feare and least by wrack on seas In seas my foes shall fall Liue so I better shall then thee by death destroy Thou of my death not I of thine the Title shall enioy Suppose a whirlwinde swift God make these words but winde Catch thee vnwares what courage thē what thoughts will passe thy minde Loe straight with falshood fraught thy periur'd tongue appeares And Dido driuen by Troians guile of life to short her yeares Of thy betraied wife will stand before thy sight The Image sad disheneiled with bleeding wounds bedight Let come then wilt thou say I haue deseru'd this all And bent at thee thou wilt suppose what euer lightnings fall Both seas and thou do rage let both and breathing take This small delay no small reward thy Iourney safe shall make For thee my care is least thy childe let spared be Thou hast the glory of my death sufficient that for thee What hath thy little sonne what hath thy gods deseru'd That them the waters swallow should from fyers force preseru'd But false thou hast no such as me thy brags haue told Nor euer didst on shoulders lift thy gods and father old Thou lyest in this and all thy tongue his guilefull part Begins not first on me to play nor I first feele the smart Aske where the mother is of faire Iulus gone Her stonie husband her forsooke and so she died alone It pittied me to heare which iust recompence For me had bene but that such paine is lesse then mine offence That thee thy gods condemne my heart doth me assure Who seuen yeares now on land on seas such tossing doest endure I thee by wrack vpthrow'n in harbour sure did saue And scarcely hauing heard thy name to thee my Kingdome gaue O would with these good turnes I me content had found And that in famous fame of mine were buried deepe in ground That day my woe was wrought when vnder stooping bower Of mossie denne we met alone compeld by sodaine shower Some howling sounds I heard the Nymphs I thought did so They Furyes were who in that sort foretold my fatall woe Chast Law of shamefast Loue reuenge on me this blame Ill to Sicheus kept to whom aye me I go with shame Whose sacred Image I in marble Chappell keepe With leauie branches hid from sight and wooll of whitest sheepe Hence thrice I heard me cald I knew his well knowne voyce Himselfe thrice sayd Come Dido Come with softly wispring noyse I come without delay which once was onely thine Yet me the more to linger makes this shamefull fact of mine But pardon thou my fault whose deed might well deceaue To others he in mine offence the lesse offence doth leaue His mother heauens Impe his sire a godly lode Vnto his sonne by reason bred sure hope of his abode If needs I must haue er'd mine error had good ground Put faith in him he no way els vnworthy shall be found My faults to end persist as they at first begun And their vnluckie spindels still in one like tenor run My husband fell to ground before the Altars slaine My brother of that wicked act doth reape the wicked gaine My selfe exild his graue and countrey both forsake And forced am by foe pursude vneasie wayes to take I land on land vnknowne escapt from foe and waue And bought the shore which freely yet to thee false wretch I gaue A Towne I built whose wals far out extended lie Prouoking places neere about maligning to enuie Wars grow poore stranger I and woman vext with warres Scarse know how armour to prouide and strength my gate with barres When thousands to me su'de now all against me come Grieu'd that before their beds I haue preferd I know not whom Why stick'st to yeeld me bownd into Hiarbas hands I will not sticke to yeeld mine armes to bide thy wicked bands A brother eke I haue who wicked hands anew Imbrewed first in husbands blood would faine in mine imbrew Lay downe thy sacred Gods whom touching dost pollute Vnseemly with vngodly hands doth godly worship sute If they from fire escapt that thou mightst them adore That euer they escapt