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Rhodon and Iris· A pastorall, as it vvas presented at the florists feast in Norwich, May 3. 1631.
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Knevet, Ralph, 1600-1671.
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I obey'd But trust me friend thou wert too much mistaken To thinke that love had scorch'd or sing'd so much The wings of reason that I must needs fall And perish in the fornace of despaire Thou art a bad constructer of my thoughts If that thou think'st 't is love which makes me sad Yea thou oft-times dost take thy marks amisse To thinke me sad perhaps when as my minde Uprais'd above the sphere of terrene things Is ravish'd with Celestiall Contemplation For earthly passion hath no power at all To worke upon an elevated soule Passions are starres to lower orbs confin'd Scorching an earthly not a heavenly mind Yet am I not so much a Stoicke or a Stocke To plume the pinions of th' immortall soule Who while she 's Cloyster'd in this Cell of Clay Moves with the wings of the affections But lest she like to heedlesse Icarus Should soare too high a pitch or like young Phaeton Should shape her Course too low Iove hath appointed Wise Vertue for to regulate her flight Of these affections love the Empresse is Who while she stands submisse to reasons lore Doth keepe the Fabricke of the little world in frame Love is the geniall goddesse the Lucina Which doth produce each honourable atchievement Which this true axiome evidently proves Nobilitas sub amore iacet Had not the spritefull flames of love egg'd on That Theban Kilcrow mighty Hercules To brave adventures he perhaps had dy'd As much inglorious as did base Thersites Had not the faire Andromache beheld From Troian Towers Hectors valiant acts Among the Greeks amid the Phrygian fields The gallant Dames of Troy then might perchance Most justly have preferr'd Achilles farre before him T is this heroicall passion that incends The sparkes of honour in each noble minde Making dull sluggards study industry And animating each unlearned head To toyle in Arts and liberall Sciences Even to the high degree of rare proficience Then cease Acanthus with thy lawlesse tongue True loves Condition to maligne or wrong Ac. Thou zealous patron of the winged Boy Well hast thou pleaded thy blind Archers Case Pray Iove thou maist deserve a lusty fee For this Herculean labour of thy tongue Rho. Surcease these malapert invectives friend Cupid is arm'd with fire and arrowes keene To be aveng'd on those that shall him spleene Ac. When Sol shall make the Easterne Seas his bed When Wolves and Sheepe shall be together fed When Starres shall fall and planets cease to wander When Iuno proves a Bawd and Iupiter a Pander When Venus shal turn Chast and Bacchus become sober When fruit in April's ripe that blossom'd in October When Prodigals shall money lend on use And Vsurers prove lavish and profuse When Art shal be esteem'd and golden pelfe laid down When Fame shal tel all truth Fortune cease to frown To Cupids yoke then I my necke will bow Till then I will not feare loves fatall blow Rho. Wert thou a meere spirit then I confesse And thinke this resolution might endure But so long as thy soule weares robes of earth Lac'd all with veynes that o're a Crimson deepe Set forth an Azure bright needs must thy heart Yeeld to the force of Cupids golden dart ACT. 1. SCEN. 3. Clematis Eglantine Cle. OH impotent desires allay the sad consort Of a sublime Fortune whose most ambitious flames Disdaine to burne in simple Cottages Loathing a hard unpolish'd bed But Coveting to shine beneath a Canopy Of rich Sydonian purple all imbroider'd With purest gold and orientall Pearles In tesselated pavements and guilded roofes Supported by proud artificiall Columnes Of polish'd Ivory and Marble doth love delight There doth he like a mighty Tyrant rage Subverting the whole edifice of reason With his impetuous conflagration That this is true the gentle Shepheardesse Faire Eglantine doth evidently shew For she a sister to the great Cynosbatus Was Courted lately by the Shepheard Rhodon Whose suit she entertain'd with due respect Requiting love with love but Fate it seemes Not condescending that great Hymen should Accomplish their desires forbade the Banes And Rhodon hath relinquished his suit And is return'd to Hybla sweet whose flowry vales Began to droope and wither in his absence But Eglantine remaines disconsolate Like to a Turtle that hath lost her mate See where she comes expressing in her face A perfect Map of mellancholy I will retire because I well desery Shee 's out of love with all society Enter Eglant with her Lute Eg. Addresse thy selfe sweet warbling Instrument My sorrowes sad Companion to tune forth Thy melancholly notes somewhat to slake Those furious flames that scorch my tender heart She sings and playes upon the Lute Vpon the blacke Rocke of despaire My youthfull ioyes are perish'd quite My hopes are vanish'd into ayre My day is turn'd to gloomy night For since my Rhodon deare is gone Hope light nor comfort have I none A Cell where griefe the Landlord is Shall be my palace of delight Where I will wooe with votes and sighes Sweet death to end my sorrowes quite Since I have lost my Rhodon deare Deaths fleshlesse armes why should I feare Enter Cle. Cle. What time shal end thy sorrowes sweetest Eglantine Egl. Such griefe as mine cannot be cur'd by time But when the gentle fates shall disembogue My weary soule and that Celestiall substance free From irkesome manacles of clay then may I finde If not a sweet repose in blest Elysium Yet some refrigeration in those shades Where Dido and Hypsiphile do wander Exit Egl. Cle. Thou gentle goddesse of the woods mountains That in the woods and mountaines art ador'd The Maiden patronesse of chaste desires Who art for chastity renowned most Tresgrand Diana who hast power to cure The rankling wounds of Cupids golden arrowes Thy precious balsome deigne thou to apply Vnto the heart of wofull Eglantine Then we thy gracious favour will requite With a yong Kid than new falne snow more white exit ACT. 1. SCEN. 4. Cynosbatus Martagon Cy. MY honor'd friend most noble Martagon Who whilom didst with thy imperiall power Command the mountaines proud and humble plaines Of happy Thessaly who hath eclips'd The splendour of thy light and clipp'd those wings That did ore-shade these fields from East to West Each Shepheard that was wont to feed his flocks Vpon these fertile meads was wont whilere To pay the tribute of his primest lambs But now as one coup'd in an angle up Thou art compell'd to satisfie thy selfe With a small portion of that soveraignty Which thou didst earst enioy Ma. Deare friend Cynosbatus if that the world Had bin compos'd in a cubicke forme And not orbicular or if this globe Were destin'd to be ought else then fortunes ball By alterations racket banded to and fro Then iustly might'st thou wonder to behold My present state so short of my precedent height Nor doth this monster Change beare sway alone Ore elements men beasts and plants But those celestiall bodies that are fram'd Of purer constitutions are