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A12775	Daphnaïda An elegie vpon the death of the noble and vertuous Douglas Howard, daughter and heire of Henry Lord Howard, Viscount Byndon, and wife of Arthure Gorges Esquier. Dedicated to the Right honorable the Lady Helena, Marquesse of Northampton. By Ed. Sp.	Spenser, Edmund, 1552?-1599.	1591 (1591)	STC 23079; ESTC S111271	9,622	24

Daphnaïda An Elegie vpon the death of the noble and vertuous Douglas Howard Daughter and heire of Henry Lord Howard Viscount Byndon and wife of Arthure Gorges Esquier Dedicated to the Right honorable the Lady Helena Marquesse of Northampton By Ed. Sp. AT LONDON Printed for William Ponsonby dwelling in Paules Churchyard at the signe of the Bishops head 1591. To the right Honorable and vertuous Lady Helena Marquesse of North-hampton I Haue the rather presumed humbly to offer vnto your Honor the dedication of this little Poëme for that the noble and vertuous Gentlewoman of whom it is written was by match neere alied and in affection greatly deuoted vnto your Ladiship The occasion why J wrote the same was aswell the great good fame which J heard of her deceassed as the particular good will which J beare vnto her husband Master Arthure Gorges a louer of learning and vertue whose house as your Ladiship by mariage hath honoured so doo J finde the name of them by many notable records to be of great antiquitie in this Realm and such as haue euer borne themselues with honorable reputation to the world and vnspotted loyaltie to their Prince and Countrey besides so linially are they descended from the Howards as that the Lady Anne Howard eldest daughter to Iohn Duke of Norfolke was wife to Sir Edmund mother to Sir Edward and grandmother to Sir VVilliam and Sir Thomas Gorges Knights And therefore J doo assure my selfe that no due honour done to the white Lyon but will be most gratefull to your Ladiship whose husband and children doe so neerely participate with the bloud of that noble familie So in all duetie J recommend this Pamphlet the good acceptance thereof to your honorable fauour and protection London this first of January 1591. Your Honors humbly euer E. Sp. Daphnaïda WHat euer man he be whose heauie minde With griefe of mournefull great mishap opprest Fit matter for his cares increase would finde Let reade the rufull plaint herein exprest Of one I weene the wofulst man aliue Euen sad Aleyon whose empierced brest Sharpe sorrowe did in thousand peeces riue But who so else in pleasure findeth sense Or in this wretched life dooth take delight Let him be banisht farre away from hence Ne let the sacred Sisters here be hight Though they of sorrowe heauilie can sing For euen their heauie song would breede delight But here no tunes saue sobs and grones shall ring In stead of them and their sweete harmonie Let those three fatall Sisters whose sad hands Doo weaue the direfull threds of destinie And in their wrath breake off the vitall bands Approach hereto and let the dreadfull Queene Of darkenes deepe come from the Stygian strands And grisly Ghosts to heare this dolefull teene In gloomie euening when the wearie Sun After his dayes long labour drew to rest And sweatie steeds now hauing ouer run The compast skie gan water in the west I walkt abroade to breath the freshing ayre In open fields whose flowring pride opprest With early frosts had lost their beautie faire There came vnto my minde a troublous thought Which dayly dooth my weaker wit possesse Ne lets it rest vntill it forth haue brought Her long borne Infant fruit of heauinesse Which she conceiued hath through meditation Of this worlds vainnesse and lifes wretchednesse That yet my soule it deepely doth empassion So as I muzed on the miserie In which men liue and I of many most Most miserable man I did espie Where towards me a sory wight did cost Clad all in black that mourning did bewray And Iaakob staffe in hand deuoutlie crost Like to some Pilgrim come from farre away His carelesse locks vncombed and vnshorne Hong long adowne and beard all ouer growne That well he seemd to be sum wight forlorne Downe to the earth his heauie eyes were throwne As loathing light and euer as he went He sighed soft and inly deepe did grone As if his heart in peeces would haue rent Approaching nigh his face I vewed nere And by the semblant of his countenance Me seemd I had his person seene elsewhere Most like Alcyon seeming at a glaunce Aleyon he the iollie Shepheard swaine That wont full merrilie to pipe and daunce And fill with pleasance euery wood and plaine Yet halfe in doubt because of his disguize I sostlie sayd Alcyon There with all He lookt a side as in disdainefull wise Yet stayed not till I againe did call Then turning back he saide with hollow sound Who is it that dooth name me wofull thrall The wretchedst man that treades this day on ground One whome like wofulnesse impressed deepe Hath made fit mate thy wretched case to heare And giuen like cause with thee to waile and weepe Griefe findes some ease by him that like does beare Then stay Alcyon gentle shepheard stay Quoth I till thou haue to my trustie eare Committed what thee dooth so ill apay Cease foolish man saide he halfe wrothfully To seeke to heare that which cannot be tolde For the huge anguish which dooth multiplie My dying paines no tongue can well vnfold Ne doo I care that any should bemone My hard mishap or any weepe that would But seeke alone to weepe and dye alone Then be it so quoth I that thou art bent To die alone vnpiried vnplained Yet ere thou die it were conuenient To tell the cause which thee theretoo constrained Least that the world thee dead accuse of guilt And say when thou of none shalt be maintained That thou for secret crime thy blood hast spilt Who life dooes loath and longs to bee vnbound From the strong shackles of fraile flesh quoth he Nought cares at all what they that liue on ground Deeme the occasion of his death to bee Rather desires to be forgotten quight Than question made of his calamitie For harts deep sorrow hates both life and light Yet since so much thou seemst to rue my griefe And carest for one that for himselfe cares nought Signe of thy loue though nought for my reliefe For my reliefe exceedeth liuing thought I will to thee this heauie case relate Then harken well till it to ende bee brought For neuer didst thou heare more haplesse fate Whilome I vsde as thou right well doest know My little flocke on westerne downes to keepe Not far from whence Sabrinaes streame doth flow And flowrie bancks with siluer liquor steepe Nought carde I then for worldly change or chaunce For all my ioy was on my gentle sheepe And to my pype to caroll and to daunce It there befell as I the fields did range Fearelesse and free a faire young Lionesse White as the natiue Rose before the chaunge Which Venus blood did in her leaues impresse I spied playing on the grassie playne Her youthfull sports and kindlie wantonnesse That did all other Beasts in beawtie staine Much was I moued at so goodly sight Whose like before mine eye had seldome seene And gan to cast how I her compasse might And bring to

hand that yet had neuer beene So well I wrought with mildnes and with paine That I her caught disporting on the grene And brought away fast bound with siluer chaine And afterwards I handled her so fayre That though by kind shee stout and saluage were For being borne an auncient Lions haire And of the race that all wild beastes do feare Yet I her fram'd and wan so to my bent That shee became so meeke and milde of cheare As the least lamb in all my flock that went For shee in field where euer I did wend Would wend with me and waite by me all day And all the night that I in watch did spend If cause requir'd or els in sleepe if nay Shee would all night by mee or watch or sleepe And euermore when I did sleepe or play She of my flock would take full warie keepe Safe then and safest were my sillie sheepe Ne fear'd the Wolfe ne fear'd the wildest beast All were I drown'd in carelesse quiet deepe My louelie Lionesse without beheast So carefull was for them and for my good That when I waked neither most nor least I found miscaried or in plaine or wood Oft did the Shepeheards which my hap did heare And oft their lasses which my luck enuide Daylie resort to me from farre and neare To see my Lyonesse whose praises wide Were spred abroad and when her worthinesse Much greater than the rude report they tri'de They her did praise and my good fortune blesse Long thus I ioyed in my happinesse And well did hope my ioy would haue no end But oh fond man that in worlds ficklenesse Reposedst hope or weenedst her thy frend That glories most in mortall miseries And daylie doth her changefull counsels bend To make new matter fit for Tragedies For whilest I was thus without dread or dout A cruell Satyre with his murdrous dart Greedie of mischiefe ranging all about Gaue her the fatall wound of deadlie smart And reft fro me my sweete companion And reft fro me my loue my life my hart My Lyonesse ah woe is mee is gon Out of the world thus was she reft awaie Out of the world vnworthie such a spoyle And borne to heauen for heauen a fitter pray Much fitter than the Lyon which with toyle Alcides slew and fixt in firmament Her now I seek throughout this earthlie soyle And seeking misse and missing doe lament Therewith he gan afresh to waile and weepe That I for pittie of his heauie plight Could not abstaine mine eyes with teares to steepe But when I saw the anguish of his spright Some deale alaid I him bespake againe Certes Alcyon painfull is thy plight That it in me breeds almost equall paine Yet doth not my dull wit well vnderstand The riddle of thy loued Lionesse For rare it seemes in reason to be skand That man who doth the whole worlds rule possesse Should to a beast his noble hart embase And be the vassall of his vassalesse Therefore more plaine aread this doubtfull case Then sighing sore Daphne thou knewest quoth he She now is dead ne more endured to say But fell to ground for great extreamitie That I beholding it with deepe dismay Was much appald and lightlie him vprearing Reuoked life that would haue fled away All were my self through griefe in deadly drearing Then gan I him to comfort all my best And with milde counsaile stroue to mitigate The stormie passion of his troubled brest But he thereby was more empassionate As stubborne steed that is with curb restrained Becomes more fierce and ferue nt in his gate And breaking foorth at last thus dearnelie plained 1 What man henceforth that breatheth vitall ayre Will honour heauen or heauenlie powers adore Which so vniustlie doe their iudgments share Mongst earthlie wightes as to afflict so sore The innocent as those which do transgresse And do not spare the best or fayrest more Than worst or fowlest but doe both oppresse If this be right why did they then create The world so fayre sith fairenesse is neglected Or whie be they themselues immaculate If purest things be not by them respected She faire shee pure most faire most pure shee was Yet was by them as thing impure reiected Yet shee in purenesse heauen it selfe did pas In purenesse and in all celestiall grace That men admire in goodlie womankinde Shee did excell and seem'd of Angels race Liuing on earth like Angell new diuinde Adorn'd with wisedome and with chastitie And all the dowries of a noble mind Which did her beautie much more beautifie No age hath bred since fayre Astraea left The sinfull world more vertue in a wight And when she parted hence with her she reft Great hope and robd her race of bountie quight Well may the shepheard lasses now lament For dubble losse by her hath on them light To loose both her and bounties ornament Ne let Elisa royall Shepheardesse The praises of my parted loue enuy For she hath praises in all plenteousnesse Powr'd vpon her like showers of Castaly By her own Shepheard Colin her owne Shepherd That her with heauenly hymnes doth deifie Of rustick muse full hardly to be betterd She is the Rose the glorie of the day And mine the Primrose in the lowly shade Mine ah not mine amisse I mine did say Not mine but his which mine awhile her made Mine to be his with him to liue for ay O that so faire a flower so soone should fade And through vntimely tempest fall away She fell away in her first ages spring Whil'st yet her leafe was greene fresh her rinde And whil'st her braunch faire blossomes foorth did bring She fell away against all course of kinde For age to dye is right but youth is wrong She fel away like fruit blowne downe with winde Weepe Shepheard weepe to make my vndersong 2 What hart so stony hard but that would weepe And poure foorth fountaines of incessant teares What Timon but would let compassion creepe Into his brest and pierce his frosen eares In stead of teares whose brackish bitter well I wasted haue my heart blood dropping weares To thinke to ground how that faire blossome fell Yet fell she not as one enforst to dye Ne dyde with dread and grudging discontent But as one toyld with trauaile downe doth lye So lay she downe as if to sleepe she went And closde her eyes with carelesse quietnesse The whiles soft death away her spirit hent And soule assoyld from sinfull fleshlinesse Yet ere that life her lodging did forsake She all resolu'd and ready to remoue Calling to me ay me this wise bespake Alcyon ah my first and latest loue Ah why does my Alcyon weepe and mourne And grieue my ghost that ill mote him behoue As if to me had chanst some euill tourne I since the messenger is come for mee That summons soules vnto the bridale feast Of his great Lord must needes depart from thee And straight obay his soueraine beheast Why should Alcyon then so sore lament That I from