heat grows less and less Antonius one of the Triumvirate Competitor with Caesar for the State With flowing Bowles and with luxurious feasts Was entertain'd and entertain'd his guests Which was the cause his lust so high did flame That life he lost for the Egyptian Dame And over all those Countreys to be head Wherein the Roman Eagles ere were spread If by some slight a Garter you have got From her that will not love you keep it not Or if you have a Bracelet of her hair Or any such like toy them never wear For surely these are Cytheraea's Baites Which infinitely chast Diana hates Or if your Mistriss heretofore hath bin Kind unto you and you have gloried in Her bounteous favours thought your self above All mankind grac'd with th' honour of her love If under her fair hand you Letters have That she returns her heart for that you gave Fraught with so sweet expressions as would draw Even women-Haters under Cupids Law If she retreats and alters in her minde To you grows cruel that to her are kinde Assume a noble Courage and condemn To angry Vulcan every one of them Or if you have her Picture send it home Or offer it a gallant Hecatombe To your offended Love that she may know You scorn her Relicks that hath us'd you so Being in love with one and cannot get her Affect another and you will forget her So Ariadne did when she did find Renowned Theseus was to her unkind In Naxos Isle where he did her forsake Neptune she did into her favour take Affection divided you will find To be a lesser burthen to your mind As a great river with a mighty rore Runs through the vales and wounds the yeilding shore If into several Channels it doth fall It less impetuous and majeâ—â—icall Will prove and in an humbler manner glide Rob'd of it's former glory strength and pride So Love beâ—â—ow'd on several beauties will Grow much less dangerous and an easier ill When his disloyal Queen the Trojan Prince With 's beauty and his courtly eloquence Did win and steal away had Atrcus Son But done as many others would have done And it had prov'd the best become a Lover For sure she had some equals of an other He in a slourishing and happy peace Had liv'd at home in his own Court in Greece And many an Argive King at home had found A Sepulchre and not in Phrygian ground Therefore new Beauties seek to try if you Can part with any love unto a new And to that end frequent all Solemn Balls All publick shows and sumptuous Festivals Conjecture that which is not think that you Are free from love and that your thought is true When one because he would not drink doth make As he were fall'n asleep sleep him may take If in the Wars you have a trusty friend Your Cogitations to him always bend Thinking upon the hazard he is in And so your thoughts your Mistress shall not win Or if you have a Ship with riches fraught Returning home ay on it fix your thought Contemplating the fury of the Sea And how that many have been cast away Whereby your scornful Girl you shall forget Sith your imaginations are not set On her but on the Goods that Neptune hath Within the power of his love or wrath If that thy Mistress with a nimble hand All the Lutes ravishing harmony doth command Or upon other Instruments can play Equal to Orpheus that did make his way Through the Infernal Shades by his rare skill Hear her not play It will increase thine Ill. Or if she sings like Venus when she fain Her weary wanton Cupid would constrain To lay his fatal quiver and bow away And in the Groves of Amathusia Sleep by her side while on the Cypress Trees A thousand birds warble their melodies Hear her not sing Her voice will so allure That her contempt you longer will endure Or dances she like to the Graces when They are retit'd from the abodes of men And Gods their pleas'd spectatours do become If she intends to dance avoid the room Imagine not a Rival For so doing You never will be able to leave wooing For to obtain the Girl from him you will Persist a vain Inamorato still The one-ey'd Cyclop when he Acis found Sitting with Galatea on the ground His Rival with a rent up rock did kill Yet nâ—'re the nearer to obtain his will When she anothers did begin to be The more Orestes lov'd Hermione Refrain from Playes Let not the Theatre At all include thee for by seeing there One act an amorous passion may make you Your suit to your proud Lady to pursue Because when you have seen that he hath got His Mistress may conceive why may you not Ah! his was but th' Invention of a brain Your Ladies scorns runs in an higher strain If you conveniently can surprise Your mistress dressings so your wary eyes Some strange conceal'd deformities may finde To ease if not release your Captive minde Which when you think upon at leisure more They to your liberty may you restore Most of our Ladys when they do expose Themselves to view may thank their costly clothes Rich jewels feigned statures borrow'd hair And beauteous colours that unnatural are They would not else seem objects of delight But homely women such as we should slight And your disdainful one perhaps being such You see the least of her you love so much But rashly do not practise this Be sure She useth art or fly her chamber dore For a pure native beauty that doth scorn All helps of Art arises like the Morn In a cleer sky and dressing may discover Sights too attractive for a slighted lover Do these and though affections fire should blaze Like Aetna in your breast you thence would chase Easily all those flames and after be From all the Paphian vexations free Unfortunate Lovers many times I guess All that reciprocally love do bless Think every star when they were born did shine Benignely on them and the Heavens combine To grace them with continuance of joyes As if they were above all miseries When it falls often out a fervent love A more extreme affliction doth prove Alcyone her Ceyx did prefer Above all men and he all women her Yet she did see his body float to shore Drowned at Sea but a few days before Therefore to Hymens Temple though they come And hear the soft Epithalamium And many dayes do live in joy and peace In depths of wretchedness they may decease And many that for love do marry be After unfortunate and not agree Almighty Jove that did Saturnia wed Bringing for love his sister to his bed Quickly neglected her His wandring eâ—es Not long being pleas'd without varieties As witness Danae in the Brazen tower And Semele his daring'st Paramour Laeda by him esteem'd most beautifull And fair Europa riding on a Bull Calisto chast Diana One of thine Deceiv'd and vitiated neer Nonacrine Married Alcmena in a threefold night
but soon I shall By contemplating you o'recome it all What is anothers Honour unto me If our affections want a Sympathie And how can any friendship have a stamp Of worth upon it that doth Honour want Honour and friendship should Concomitants be And in as near relation should agree As Light doth with the Sun for Honour doth Keep friendship from all flawes they both seem both The grand example of your excellent parts The wonder and delight of noble hearts Honour and friendship to their splendid height Do in all great and generous souls unite Malice it self no stain can tax you with But that unto me you your friendship give And Sir I am so proud on 't that I must Unto your mighty merit be unjust In this let envy censure how it will Pray honour me with your fair friendship still 11. To Mr. Richard Grey of Adderston my worthy kinsman Sir you Platonicks do defend too much And I guess talking so may make you such Yet 't is not in your nature I suppose For something you may love besides their clothes Their conversation and their vertues in The tender female Sexe but you have been So long a champion for Platonick love That you conceit it a disgrace to move From your aerial tenents pray you leave This argument and all their hopes deceive That gape after your wealth when you are gone Marry a wife and leave it to your own But if your humour you resolve shall last Make me your heir and all my trouble 's past 12. An Epitaph on my Noble Cousin Mr. Edward Reppington who deceased about the 24th year of his age and lies buried in Tamworth Stay whosoe're thou art that passest by And notice take who here entomb'd doth ly For Edward Reppington the hopes and heir Of Ammington and Adderston lies here He was a Gentleman of so much worth That he hath left few equals on the earth As early Fruit for Princes got even so Being ripe for Heaven he hence so young did go The Reppingtons and Seabrights should rejoyce For giving being to such ex'lencies Although through Natures weakness they yet mourn That 's mortal part is faln into his Urne They that would be belov'd as he must grow In vertue as in years think on 't and go 13. Of Men. How rude is mankind grown savager far And more inhumane then the brute beasts are When our first great Grandsire enjoy'd the joys The walks and Groves of glorious Paradise When in the State of Innocense he stood That little while he was completely good And ere his beauteous Mate was made He then Was King of beasts and not a King of men 14. To Robert Shotwall of Ashbourne Robin thy Ale and company are both So good that I to leave thee oft am loth But yet thy Bill for Boots and Shoes forgi'me And then I 'le promise you shall oftner see me For then to spend I should have so much more Which should be yours So I would quit my score 15. Of Rome Rome once the conquer'd worlds great Head and yet The Queen of Cities and deserving it Thy ruines are more glorious to behold Than our new Palaces glittring with gold And richest Tapistry thy Statues broke Thy Amphitheatres half faln the stroke Of Time upon thy Obelisques and Decayes of Emperours Termes do command A reverence from our eyes Each step in thee Puts us in minde of some Antiquitie Triumphant Arches though half buried show Which way victorious Caesars once did go This was the earths Metropolis In it Historians Oratours and Poets met From all the Provinces and herein they Wore many a day and many a night away In frolick Banquets made Suburra own More joyes then on Olympus e're were known But various plenty of delicious Wine Completes thy Praise and makes an end of mine 16. Of Womens Clothes The gentle female Sexe that doth affect Liberty so doth liberty neglect For for the fashions sake they are content Their clothes should be their strict Imprisonment 13. Of Cupid Beauty is but opinion of the Liker And Cupid's no good archer but a striker His rage he strangly doth employ and parts At random carelesly with all his darts And all these mischiefs and these miseries We do impute unto his want of eyes But we may bless our fates that he is blind Else war for beauty would destroy mankind 18. Of Galla. Galla hath still her maidenhead And why She is unhandsome and her price too high Yet she would fain be rid of it but none Will pay so dear therefore 't is still her own So although her desires be thus unjust Her covetousness doth overpoise her lust 19. Of Bettina Ever to love a Lass so fair as she Loseth no judgment but doth settle me In an opinion that I would have no Zeal in affection but for her to show All men admire her much who ever yet Beheld her face And shall I wrong my wit Expresly to declare I like her not To whom I owe as much as I have got Have I my Sences I can try no way But by approving her my eyes survey All Objects but like none like her my ears Receive no Musick like her voice her tears Compose the purest Nectar her soft touch Lends torn Prometheus ease and body such A perfume doth evaporate that she Yields choicer sweets then in Arabia be 20. To the same Although Bettina I profess'd deep Love Unto you in the Epigram above Mine was no want on flame though I admir'd Your beauties I fruition ne're desir'd All your discourse was of such pretty stuff That I methoughts could never hear enough Your conversation did my motive prove So mine a friendship was and not a Love 21. Of the River Cham. Why crooked Chams dull streams so slowly move It is cause it with Cambridge is in love Poor river thy Amours as vain decline For water Schollars care not for but wine 22. To my ingenuous Friend Mr. Alexander Brome on his Essay to translate Lucretius I know a Lady that hath been about The same designe but she must needes give out Your Poet strikes too boldly home sometimes In geniall things t' appear in womens rhimes The task is masculine and he that can Translate Lucretius is an able man And such are you whose rich poetick vein And general Learning perfectly can plain And smooth your Authors roughnesses and give Him such a robe of English as will live Out-wear and all such works exceed and prove This Nations wonder and this nations Love Therefore proceed my friend and soon erect This Pyramid of our best Dialect 23. To my dear Cousin-Germans Mrs. Anne Mrs. Elizabeth Mrs. Phillipia and Mrs. Dorothie Stanhope Sisters Lincolne was London is and York shall be The most renowned City of the three Is an old saying but I now must tell Limby near Nottingham doth all excel Where live four Stanhopes of the female Sex Who to produce them equals would perplex The Land to which for all things highly good
much admires A City situated in two shires Kenchesters Phoenix Hereford behold And Marcley hill whose motion is so told In Worcesters Cathedral Church you may King Johns white Marble Monument survey And Arthurs sad Jet Tomb the eldest son Of him that Bosworth field from Richard won Thither a journey make Then Coventry That by Godiva gained liberty Be sure to visit where at Gofford gate Hangs a Boars bone that some do wonder at See Peterborough Minster And the place Which second Henry did so much deface For Earl Bossus Rebellion Lincolne grown Far into Age a City whilome known More populous and great do not pass by The Minster in it merits any eye Nor suffer fair and pleasant Notingham Where the great Mortimer by those that came Thorow a vault was taken with the Queen By any means by thee to be unseen Thence unto Darby for your Authors sake A Native of that Shire a journey take Where in a Black-pot of renowned Ale Drink unto me wishing I may prevail So far in Poetry that my lov'd name May be preserved by an endless fame Here Melborne Castle stood wherein the Duke Of Burbon was kept prisoner bravely took In Agincourts great Battel wherein we Conquered by a double policy Repton a station was to glorious Rome And yields unto a Saxon King a Tomb. At Burton in the Peak nine Springs break out Within a little compass wondrous thought Because that eight of them are warm and one As if it were under the frigid Zone Here likewise are two Caves whereof one doth To stones turn water-drops that hang at th' roof The other of which strange reports are told The Devils Arse is called These behold And Elden Hole which had Aenaeas seen He would have thought the way to Hell had been And the renown'd Elysium shades for this To humane search remaines yet bottomless Stafford-shire Trents producer Lichfield doth Adorn and Shrop-shire Shrewesbury See both On Dublins opposite Westchester look Wherein of eight Kings Edgar homage took York-shire a City hath our best but one And a strange water that turns wood to stone Kingstone on Hull a fine Town is and which Then many of our Cities is more rich Kendall that by the River Cane doth stand Famous for cloth is chief of Westmorland Doubtless in Cumberland Carleil by far Is the most eminent See what these are Upon New-Castle builded somewhat nigh Severus wall lastly imploy thine eye What ever City it may be or Town Your Mistresse makes her habitation You must avoid it and let no pretence Occasion be of your not going thence No business you must value that may be A prejudice to your recovery But you to leave your Mistresle may suppose A misery below the depth of woes Were but your body hurt you would endure Fire and Iron to hasten on your cure Or were you sick abstinence could gain Your health from plentuous meals you would refrain And though a thirst even seem to burn you yet You would abstain from drink and bridle it And now to cure your mind and draw the dart Of angry Cupid from your festring heart You startle and recoil For shame be bold And the mind's health above the bodie 's hold If you can pick a cause that may produce Dislike of your coy Lasse thereof make use Ill 's sometime neighbour unto good For so Vertue by errour oft for vice doth go Judge all things in your Mistress at the worst For why should you be kind to her that 's curst If she be big made eas'ly her esteem A match befitting monstrous Polypheme Is but her stature low a Dwarfe her call That like a Serpent on the ground doth crall If she be slender lean If tall suppose Her Charing-cross dress'd up in womans clothes If she be merry think her wanton or Reserv'dly fashion'd as unbred abhor If in the Northern parts she hath been bred Say she her life most clownishly hath led Or if in any City or great Town That she hath been a gadder up and down What e're she is be sure her to dispraise A thousand Girles dislike a thousand wayes If you perceive a want in her in ought By crafty means to shew 't she must be wrought As if she hath no voice to sing or dance If she be skilless in that art by chance Hath she a big voice or an ill discourse Occasion her to talk and think them worse Hath she an ill gate see her walk and tell Her merry stories if her teeth be ill To make her laugh and shew them If her eyes Be weak relate strange saddest Tragedies To force her tears And if she cannot play Upon the Lute to play upon 't her pray Never presume to take a walk alone But ay delight in some Companion If any time the scorching Lions heat Compelleth thee into a Grove to get In imitation of Alcides strong A Phyloctetes bring with thee along With whom play laugh converse and so to thee Dione's Grand-child will no tyrant be Lovers beware of solitariness A very dangerous thing for your disease Let Crustamaena's daughter's wâ—ful Fate That walk'd alone through Forrests and would waite Upon the Thracian shore as he did land In hope t' embrace Demophoon on the strand From all such melancholy walkes deter And warn you by frequent remembring her In your bed-chambers have some friends till sleep That from your minds they may by talking keep All amorous thoughts so Venus will depart And leave in rest to each a quiet heart Beware of reading Love take heed of those That either pourtract him in verse or prose For amorous lines will many mischiefs raise And make the Cinders of affection blaze Though the Arcadia be a book approv'd Arcadia must not be by thee belov'd The Lady Wrothes Vrania is repleat With elegancies but too full of heat Spencers and Daniels Sonets do not view Though they are good they are not so for you From feigned Histories refrain thy sight Scarce one is there but is an amorous Knight Musaeus English'd by two Poets shun It may undo you though it be well done Harrington's Ariosto do not touch For wanton lines scarce any book hath such And my old friend Drayton's Epistles you Being too soft and languishing eschew Be opposite to Cupids law and when Thy tears are falling forcibly smile then But yet mistake me not as if I thought That unto freedome you might soon be brought And on a sudden no he must take time That o're a mighty Mountain means to climb So you resolvedly your health intend Y' are certain to arrive at happy end Talk not of Love Alas the very name Is so enchanting that it will inflame Neither hear any turn your head aside Or presently their company avoide Daphne had yeilded to Heavens Charioter Had she but staid his wanton words to hear Drinking of wine forbear and be to feed Wary on meats from which lust doth proceed At every meal be sure to shun excess By eating little
you must pity them or I shall die And be not henceforth harsh That I may finde My sweet and fair One like a Goddess kinde 11. Fair Mistress though my fate is so adverse That I could rather weep then sing in verse Yet one or two I 'le force my Muse to write And you with your own Cruelty delight Me-thoughts when last I heard the Nightingal She did not mention her own woes at all But every note that past my listning ear Did make me my own misery to hear It was a change worthy her skill for she Will sing the saddest things and therefore me Pity a man in Hell for there I am I could not else live so amidst my flame And make my joyes with all my sufferings even But two kind words and I shall be in Heaven 12. Dear Lady from your eies there came A lightning did my heart inflame And set it all on burning so That forth the fire will never go Be merciful for I remain Till you be kind in endless pain And machless fair One deign to know That pity should with beauty goe That comely bodies should include Mindes in them equally as good I will not doubt you until I Have reason from your Crueltie Since we deformed bodies finde To be the Emblems of the minde Why should not I pursue that art And think one fair hath such an heart Confirm Philosophie which you By being merciful may do And unto the eternal praise Of your rich Beauty I will raise A fame so high that times to come Of your deare name shall ne're be dumbe So you with Rosalinde shall be Eterniz'd unto Memorie With Stella live names known as well As Colin Clout and Astrophel As kindness in a Lady can Preserve in life a dying man So verses after she is dead Report will of her spread Return affection and we then Shall live though die and live agen 13. I have mine eyes and love for who Hath eyes to see and doth not so Who can behold a lovely face Both full of beauty and of grace See pretty lips and glorious eyes And not be chang'd though ne're so wise Rich Cherry-cheeks and browes Divine And not desire would she were mine I have a Lady lately seen Far perfecter then beauties Queen Diana's vertues make her stai'd And Venus forme a lovely Maid Surely two Goddesses have strove To make a wonder of my Love No Beauty Venus lets her want And Dian hath made her a Saint To pray to Saints many deny And censure for idolatry But none of them will say I erre If I with prayers petition her Deign therefore virtuous beauteous Fair You that are more then others are For beauty whom all wonder at And for your vertues emulate Pity my heart by you enflam'd For cruelty be not defam'd Nor joy to see my miseries rage Which your tongue onely can asswage But a true service entertain Rewarding it with love again 14. Before a little Book of my own that I sent her Lady I do not give this Book alone But with 't my heart which you have made your own Censure my verses as you please but be Kind to my heart lest you do ruine me I made these little Poems and if you Vouchsafe your love to me you make me too Be kind as you are fair I wish no other So make a doubtful man an happy Lover 15. Be kind blind Boy and let not her alone T is tyranny in thee to shoot at one Me thou hast wounded she untouch'd remains Slights all my Sighs and credits not my pains If th' hast an Arrow though but one behind Strike her and make us both be of one mind Thou God of Love born in an happy hour In some fresh Garden in some flowry Bower I by thy wings fill'd with the sighes of thy Fast-â—erter'd Subjects by thy Quiver and by Thy fatal Bow by Venus drawn along Olympus Star-pav'd Courts the Gods among If thou dost ever hope eternal Jove Will eyes vouchsafe unto the God of Love By these and more I do beseech thine aide Or make me mine or mine this Angel-Maide Pity my misery and take my part Or heal my wound or wound her cruel heart Fair Love Sole Centre of my thoughts to you I am a Suppliant be my Judge and true Censure my passâ—ons prayers affections me Throughly and narrowly and if you see No fault in me as you no fault shall finde Leave off your cruelty and be you kinde Use me according to my love if I Adore you not let me unpitied die 16. At her going out of the Countrey Farewell fair Saint But when you are away And far remote think of me once a day When shall I see again your Amber-haire Look on your stately forehead arched fair View those two Suns your heart-bewitching eies Your Nose and Mouth and all your Rarities Hear your sweet tongue again whose words alone Would make deaf Mortalls hear if not a stone Not till I come to London Phoebus hie Drive not the Sun so slowly through the skie If these short dayes these Winter-days will seem So tedious then what should I think of them If they were Summer-Hours Surely I Should wish like Phaeton thou might'st fall die For in your absence I shall take delight In Dreams of you t'wear out the longest Night I love and that is all that I can say My vehement thoughts take all my words away The more I think to write I can the less His heart is safe who can his love express Know I am yours much more then I can tell And say with grief sweet'st of your Sex Farewell 17. At my Return having brought her the first days Journey Farewell again Fair Mistress of my heart For you must go and I must now depart My body doth return my heart doth stay You it along with you do bear away Lay it by yours thither it would withdraw The fire of mine the frost of yours may thaw Farewel dear eies It will be tedious Night With me as long as I do want your light Farewell sweet mouth encompass'd with a row Of richest Cherries over and below The Nectar and Ambrosia I shall want That hang on them and fast an irksome Lent Farewel best tongue Now thee I shall not hear I would not care if all things silent were Farewell all fair Beauty I shall not view Until again I do behold't in you All things befriend you Hyems do not frown Keep Boreas still and all his Brethren down Be of a kind Aspect and look not pale With frost or Snow not sullenly let fall Showr's from thine eies Be milde that Phoebus may Waite on my lovely mistress every day So she may hap to favour thee which thing May change the Winter to another Spring My last Farewel Till I in London see My Love again I shall a mourner be 18. Hail my Delight whom I so well lov'd here Do now love there and will love every where I hope you do not doubt my
winds blow back the Seas agen And cover you that women henceforth may Beware and earnest love with earnest pay But I am patient and though in vaine I love I dare not therefore be profane May you arrive safely and soon and live In all felicity whil'st I here grieve And sigh and weep for you may not a thought Of yours remember me be I forgot Lest when you think how you have left me you Should give a stop unto your mirth and rue But one word more it is not yet too late To make a wretched Lover fortunate Let not my prayers sighes vows be spent in vain But as I do love you so love again And we will go together never part Till I your body have who have my heart Which had I in possession I should finde Ways soon enough to win your backward mind 24. Although she cannot number thousands even With some deform'd whom Fortune more hath given Shall want of wealth scorn'd by true happiness Resist my way or make me love her less Yet hath she a fair Portion and her Name From one of our best Houses Coritane And she is beauteous as a cheerful day Or Venus rising from her Mother-Sea Are not her teeth the richest Pearls and sure He that hath Pearls enow cannot be poor Are not her radiant eies two diamonds fair And we all know that those stones precious are Art not her hairs of Gold And what but it fit Makes wrinkles smooth Age youth unfit things Her beauteous Cheekes are Roses such as neither The Spring can give nor the cold Winter wither Her lovely Breasts are Apples of more worth Then ever the Hesperides brought forth Arabian Odours both the India's Good She in one curious body doth include Cupid in nothing more his eies doth miss Then that he cannot see how fair she is Jupiter for her would unthrone his Queen And Pluto leave his lovely Proserpine Neptune from Amphitrite would remove And Mars for her forsake the Queen of love She 's like a Soul before it doth depart Even all in all and All in every part No man hath seen her but to every Sence Of him she bettereth the intelligence He knows his eies are perfect in their sight That in no other Object can delight He knows his smelling's exquisite that doth When he hath felt her breath all others loth A perfume for the Gods most fit and sweet When they at Counsel on Olympus meet And Iris they or Mercury beneath T is likely send for her so fragrant breath A free and unconfined touching her Above the lips of Queens all would prefer Or sacred hands of bounteous Kings compar'd The pretious Down of Phoenix's being hard Unto her softer skin And her sweet Tongue Which chides in Musick and enchantes in song And strikes the ablest Rhetoricians dumb Is fit'st to plead the peace of Christendom He in the sphere of happiness will move On whom she pleases to bestow her love And have the most delicious Repast That shall her Hymenaean Dainties tast You that are beauty in the Zenith who Can find no Equal wheresoer'e you go My Love no longer cruelly despise But dart me mercy from your gracious eyes And we shall both be rich For I am sure Themselves no happy Lovers ere thought poore 25. To her obtain'd Past are my sighs and woes complaints and tears Nor am I longer subject to my fears Her frowns no more strike terrour to my soul Though I was wounded she hath made me whole Within the rank of happy Lovers I Am now enrol'd and march triumphantly Ore all the Crosses that before did stay And hinder me to enter in this way And sing the Boy-Gods praise who wanting sight Shot at my Mistress and did hit the White My happiness is such that Times to come Shall not complain I of my joys was dumbe Let him whose Mistress is deform'd or old Not worth a Sonnet nor a Line withhold Or if on such an heap of years or sad Chaos of features he will needs run mad Loose the true judgement of his eyes or think That Channel water's Nectar he doth drink Let him profess he 's happy ne're so much The World that sees her cannot think him such 'T were fondness in me that what ere my youth Writ in her praise I now should say was truth I would not if I could but to be just To her and to my self thus much I must I 'm so far from repenting of my choice That every day she 's dearer in mine eyes Dear heart and dearer to me then mine heart We 'l live in love and in our loves depart The World shall bless our Fates and they that come Into sad bonds wish happy Lovers dumb Funeral Elegies 1. On the Death of my very good Friend Mr. Michaâ—l Drayton PHoebus art thou a God and canst not give A Priviledge unto thine own to live Thou canst But if that Poets nere should dye In Heaven who should praise thy Deity Else â—ill my Drayton thou hadst liv'd and writ Thy life had been immortal as thy wit But Spencer is grown hoarse he that of late Song Glorianâ— in her Elfin state And so is Sydney whom we yet admire Lighting our little Torches at his fire These have so long before Apollo's Throne Carrel'd Encomiums that they now are growne Weary and faint and therefore thou didst dye Their sweet unfinish'd Ditty to supply So was the Iliad-writer rapt away Before his lov'd Achilles fatall day And when his voice began to fail the great 〈…〉 did assume his seat Therefore we must not mourn unless it be 〈◊〉 none is left worthy to follow thee It is in vain to say thy lines are such As neither time not envies rage can touch For they must live and will whiles there 's an eye To reade or wit to judge of Poetrie You Swans of Avon change your fates and all Sing and then die at Drayton's Funeral Sure shortly there will not a drop be seen And the smooth-pebbled Bottom be turn'd green When the Nymphes that inhabit in it have As they did Shakespeere wept thee to thy grave But I molest thy quiet sleep whil'st we That live would leave our lives to die like thee 2. On my dear Sister Mrs. Isabella Cokaine who who died at Ashbourne about the 18th yeer of her Age and lyes there buried IT is an irreligious pride to turne Away our eyes and not to see thine Urne For sure that body whose blest soul doth keep A Jubile in heaven while here asleep It lies in holy earth is every day Bless'd by good Angels that do pass that way And therefore we with reverence should eye The Sepulchres where Saints entomb'd do lye And every time that we do go or come Nigh where thine Ashes lye behold thy Tombe But when we see it should we weep our eyes Dry of their tears and then conclude in cries It is impossible that our complaints Should make a Diapason to the Saints â—an Hallelujahs song above
wish her turn And lay her in a bed so sweet Jove would come down to 't did he see 't Where lies a jewel of richer use Then either India can produce The first assault she wisheth done And he that it was but begun What between smiles and fears she lies In the tru'st posture to entice And scarce dares see who looks upon her Thinking her honour her dishonour Her Bed doth seem the bower of bliss Where every sweet and pleasure is Her eyes two Lights divine to smile On all and comfort them the while Her delicate hair that 's onely found Upon her Cheeks a net on ground Of purest Marble set to take Not onely Mars but all that make On high Olympus top abode Even every stern and gentler God Her Lips the twins of Loveliness Like roses on a bank that bless The eyes of all the lookers on From whence a Zephyrus doth come So sweet and calm as it would soon Turn every thing into perfume The pleasant Garden of Delight Her cheeks mantled with red and white Seem like the early morning e're The Sun comes in our Hemisphere The Stately Column of her Neck Is onely worthy to protect Beauties rich Palace her fair head As smooth as Ivory polished She was in bed and we no more Could see of all her wondrous store Now comes the Bridegroom now so blest His onely miserie 's not undrest He helps and they do help him streight Few Men do linger on this night Who soon stands in his Shirt whil'st she Doth hide her Face asham'd to see But by her side he 's quickly laid And kisses the fair bashful Maid When they hop'd all would leave the Room The Bridal Posset in doth come A Ceremony he exclaimes Unfit for Hymens youthful flames And all the company prayes If we Must eat it let it our breakfast be And many thought the Virgin kind Was also of her Bridegroom's mind The Company laugh'd and said 'T was just For him to do as others must There is no help he doth obey And eats to get them soon away The Posset being done they wish Goodnight and leave them to their bliss Now he and she are equally Blest and possest both of their joy And Innocent Love his Part doth play And recompences long delay Love's is no Coward Fight although A Friend meets Friend and Foe not Foe It is a battel sweet not cruel And yet an even and naked duel No timorous giving back yet strife Perpetual 'twixt man and wife As Nilus in one channel bound Runs long through Egypts fertile Ground And yet at last into seven Currents Divides his swift and plenteous Torrents And separated so runs on Till it mix with the Ocean So happy Pair I wish may prove Your fruitful and auspicious Love May you pass through a fortunate And glorious Life and know no fate Sinister whiles you live and from Your Loves an hopeful Off-spring come That may grow great and equal good As you are now and as their blood To honours highest Zenith climbe And fix there till the end of time As this I wish full of delight To you all nights and so goodnight EPIGRAMS The first Book 1. To the Right Honourable Philip Earl of Chesterfield Baron of Shelford c. My Uncle MY Lord you are my Patron and I 'le tell The reason why then judge if I do well None of these Epigrams are worth a rush And naughty Wine doth need a gallant bush 2. To the Reader Though Generous Reader now and then I write Verses that justly may appear too light Yet on my word and you may credit me In jest I make them for varietie And do protest to all censorious men They flow not from my heart but from my Pen. 3. To Chloris What a beginning is you fain would know And it therefore unto you thus I show You are exceeding naught be good and so Of a beginning you example show 4. To Mr. William Turner School-fellows when we Friend together were The verses that I writ you lov'd to hear Soon as I can I will requite the same In the mean while receive this Epigram But this is nothing you reply In troth And your applauses then were little worth 5. To my Cousin germane Mrs. Olive Cotton Suspicion Grief Disdain Fame Beauty Truth Wrongeth consumes begets keeps wounds indueth Friendship life hatred deeds the mind the best You want the first three and enjoy the rest Suspicion hate shun grief abhor disdain Love fame keep beauty and in truth remain 6. To my worthy Friend Mr. Harbert Aston When we at Chenie School together were I knew you often to abuse a Boy Whom when he did to you for pity cry You beat the more but good Sir Do you hear Is not this true when he to you did mone Did he not then lament unto Astâ—n 7. Of my self when I was motion'd to a Judges Daughter I hate to lacquey humours and detest Some things as vile though others think them best I must not lose my freedom for a face I cannot dote on nor refrain that place Nor company I like think Poets poor Of Captains too prejudicately endure No sight of Wine judge Playes unlawful be A fraudulent shadow men can onely see Hypocrisie I do abhor and woo'd My Life should be chearful as well as good I know I have spies on me but I slight Their vigilancie and dare take my delight I may obtain another Mistress know No such constraints for her nor undergo Censure for things I should do I prefer My liberty and friends much above her Not that I do dislike that beauty so I should erre foully from a truth I know 8. Of my staying Supper with my Cousin Mrs. Olive Cotton If that the Seas were gentle there would be No violent Tides waters would run as free When they mix with the Ocean as at first When out of their original rocks they burst If that the winds were quiet and would stay Enclos'd in rocks under their Sovereigns sway The frighted Lilly would as firmly grow As the great'st-bodied Beach and never bow If that wise Fate had not appointed what Our lives should aim to either this or that Rebellious man would make his will his rule To live by and his Soul his body's fool I meant not to have stai'd but must relate Ladies do what they please like Seas Winds Fate 9. An Epitaph on my younger Brother Mr. Thomas Cokaine who died at Bath about the 18th year of his age and lyes there Buried Passenger stay and though thou art Of Flint weep e're thou dost depart For underneath this stone lies he Who was Heavens Epitome Mourn if thy Friend that he did take His flight so soon and thee forsake Or if a stranger to his worth That he unknown to thee went forth What old men are so long about He learn't to do e're he went out The Art of dying well And so May all by him Now thou mai'st go 10. To Mr. John Honyman On
within Your fairer soul 's a glorious Cherubin He of mankind will lead the happiest life Whom you shall honour to become his wife 37. Of Pope Urban the Eight When I in Rome made some abode I oft Urban the Eight beheld and often laught To think how here our Zelots bawld him down And Preach'd him for the whore of Babylon He seem'd a gallant Prince and they that look May find him a fine Poet by his book Though bawds have sometimes beards none sure did see A Woman ere have such a beard as he But they were more mistaken in their speeches Tho virtuous women may whores wear no breeches Besides no wencher would bestow a doit To lye with such an whore a winters night 38. To those Preachers My friends I wish you would forbear your running After this whore and henceforth show your cunning Leaving this subject to no purpose vext To follow in the lieu of it your text 35. To Parissus Sir I conceive that you are in the List Of those that think the Pope is Antichrist Could you get one of them with child alone It should be you that made the true Pope Ioan. 40. To the Popes Princes you are have Dukedomes two or three I wish you would give one of them to me But that were to rob Peter to give Paul Or rather to rob both of them for Saul For I a Lay-man am and which is worse I think a Poet by my empty purse 41. To my wife on the birth of her daughter Isabella I in this second Daughter wish you joy Yet should have had more had it been a Boy Girles are by far more chargeable And when Boyes are grown up less care will serve for Men. You say a Nun you mean her such another I think you do intend as was her mother But whether she live Maid or prove a wife I wish her a long healthful happy life So I do leave you with your new Delight Till you and I do meet again at Night 42. Of our Ladie of Loretto I have been at Loretto and did there See the fam'd House which I 'le not argue here Do onely wish when I from Earth remove That I may see where she abides above 43. An Epitaph on Mr. Thomas Pilkington one of the Queens Musicians who dyed at Wolverhampton about the 35 year of his age and lies there buried Musicks prime Master of our Land this stone Covers For here lies matchless Pilkington He was the soul of Musick did contain All sorts of it in his harmonious brain A strange malignant Fever set a strife Between his soul and body ceas'd his Life So with his soul the soul of Musick fled Leaving that Science fainting though not dead Though oft his work was playing it was such As all Musicians cannot do so much With all their works In brief the richest Part The best Epitome of all that Art And choisest Musick that ere ravish'd ear Put out of tune by death lie buried here 44. To Zoilus Zoilus reports never a line I write Deserves t' appear before a wisemans sight Zoilus at this I nothing do repine But say thou being a Fool th' are fit for thine 45. An Epitaph on my dear sister Mrs. Lettice Armstrong who deceased about the 43 of her age and of Mrs. Lucy Cokain who dyed about the 34 of hers and lye both buried at Ashborn Lettice and Lucy here two sisters lye So constant to each others company Death could not part them long for four years space Reduc'd them both to this Sepulchral place There was no difference 'twixt them all their Life Save one liv'd single th' other was a Wife They both were virtuous left this world behind In hope the Glories of the next to finde Their Coffins lye so very close it doth Appear as if one Grave contain'd them both As their loves did unite them so the stone That both of them doth cover is but one And more to shew their mutual hearts it hath For both upon it but one Epitaph 46. To my Cousin Mr. Thomas Cokaine of Manciter You boast your Manciter was once a Town When here the Romans govern'd of Renown That Aderston from Ruines of it grew To be so spacious and so fair of view I yield unto your Truthes and adde one more Aderston drink makes Manciter so poor 47. Upon the Marriage of Mr. Edward Tilsly and Mrs. Anne Fleetwood So all your fears are past you both are sped And have no trouble but to go to bed Where what young married couples love the best I wish you a good night with little rest 48. Of Vesuvius I on the top have of Vesuvius been There laid me down upon my breast and seen Into the mighty Rupture whence the smoke Proceeds that often seems the skies to choke Torre de Guego din'd at which I found With that Hills scalding streams much burnt and drown'd As with their quarries Hills build Cities so They with their vomits them may overthrow 49. Of George Buchanon Buchanons oathes at Murries service were What he would say audacious George would swear Poets would lye I 've heard but never one That would forswear himself but Buchanon Yet he a famous Poet was what though Serpents may lurk in flowers of fairest show 50. To Mrs. Anne Adams my mothers Cosin-german Whilst you the generous Trenthams name enjoy'd And knew not what it was to be a Bride You in delicious Brussels wore away Most of your virgin-years beyond the Sea There you did thinke to lead a single life But thanks to Iohn that won you to his wife Who when you did return to England found That way to fix you on your native ground For you together live as if heaven meant To make you though not richest most content 51. To my highly honoured Cousin-German Mr. Arthur Sanhope son to the Earl of Chesterfield I do rejoyce at the respect you bear To Bretby by your choice of living there My Lord so great a house kept that by none Of all our Noblemen he was out-gone And you so neatly and gentilely live That all that know you Commendations give If my Lord Stanhope comes and you remove May you be follow'd by all good mens love That wheresoere you live there may be seen No change but alteration of the Scene 52. To Mris. Elizabeth Kendall my wives Niece Twycross I cannot choose but envy where Such ravishing Musick is and I not there You and your sister Frank Pegge every day So rarely sing that wondring Queens would stay To listen to your Layes from any sport And prize that while your house above a Court. 35. To Mr. Humphrey Mosley and Mr. Humphrey Robinson In the large book of Playes you late did print In Beaumonts and in Fletchers name why in 't Did you not justice give to each his due For Beaumont of those many writ in few And Massinger in other few the Main Being sole Issues of sweet Fletchers brain But how came I you ask so much to know
Fletchers chief bosome-friend inform'd me so Ith'next impression therefore justice do And print their old ones in one volume too For Beaumonts works Fletchers should come forth With all the right belonging to their worth 54. To my much honoured Cousin Sir Francis Burdet Baronet The honest Poet Michael Drayton I Must ever honour for your Amity He brought us first acquainted which good turn Made me to fix an Elegie on 's urn Else I might well have spar'd my humble stuffe His own sweet Muse renowning him enough In Warwick-shire your house and mine stand neer I therefore wish we both were setled there So we might often meet and I thereby Your excel'nt conversation oft enjoy What good should you get by it truly none The profit would acrue to me alone 55. To Mrs. Anne Gregson of Ashburn Y' are good and great and had you had some itch For wealth and married God be here had been rich But money you contemn'd it doth appear Content to live a widdow by good Beer 56. To my sweet Cousin Mrs. Isabella Milward Your noble father Sir Iohn Zouch when you Was very young occasion'd you to view Virginia took you thither where some years You spent till you had moistned with your tears His and your eldest sister Katharine's Tombe Interr'd so far from Codnor their old home After so sad a loss you thought it time To return back unto your native clime Where your by all men honour'd husband found A richer Prize then all the spacious ground Known by Vesputius surname ere did give And may you long together happy live 57. An Epitaph on King Arthur Arthur our Worthy whose grand fame in war Shall evermore load Fames triumphant Car This Marble covers nobler dust then those For whom the Pyramids of Egypt rose Had but his life reacht out to his intent Queen Artemisia's wondrous Monument Had been his Sepulchre and not his tombe His merits would have rose to such a summe Nothing but treason foul could periodize The Progress in his Saxon victories And Glassenbury Abbey loudly boasts That it contains the Terrour of their Hoasts 58. An Epitaph on Henry the fourth of France Forbear thy rude approch bold Passenger Henry the Great the fourth of France lies here His claim unto that Crown he knew so right That he for it unarm'd did often fight The sword of Mars Minerva's Lance and Gun Of Mulciber fear never made him shun Cover'd with fire and bullets by his Foes He wore them not as Terrours but his clothes What Spain France and the League could not command With their united force a murtherers hand Did perpetrate Ravilliac struck him from The top of all his Glories to his Tombe As the bright Sun throughout our Hemisphere His course being finished sets full and clear And the next morn again doth beauteous rise And with his beams decks both the earth and skies So he after a life triumphant led Did bid the world adieu and here lies dead And when the last day comes return'd from dust Shall glorious rise and live among the Just 59. Of Fame Fame 's a strange Good and a strange Evil that Doth often give too much and oft detract And sometimes justice doth and hits the Mean Avoiding each extravagant Extream Let us precisely to our duties stick And Fames worst malice shal not wound to th' quick Or if it gives us that which is above Our merits why such flatteries should we love Doth Fame the virtuous right 't is well We shall Else each have's due after his funeral 60. An Epitaph on Mr. Ralph Fitzherbert who dyed at Ashby de la Zouch about the 22 year of his age and lies there buried Cornet Fitzherbert who in many a Fight Lord Loughboroughs Colours bore in the Kings right Lies here inter'd His skill in Musick gone And his good parts all cover'd with this stone He was too brave to find an Enemy To kill him and therefore in 's bed did dye Yet was he young and virtuous but alas On youth and virtue death no pity has Learn therefore Reader that no humane state Is safe and alwayes live prepar'd for Fate 61. Of Death Once born the best must dye why therefore then Should Death inflict such terror on us men Faint-hearted souls they are that fear to run The common Path which there 's no hope to shun A Life to Heaven and Earth in justice led Will give us leave to live in no such Dread They that so pass their dayes the world shall find That they a fair Report do leave behind When those that otherwise do wast their Times Shall fill Posterities mouthes with their foul crimes 62. To Mris. Katharin Pegge my wives eldest sister Although this age is against Crosses set I cannot quit me of my Crosses yet But welcome any Cross that comes we say It may be for our goods another day So let us ever to the Powers divine Our selves and what belongs to us resign That no Prosperity may be allow'd So to exalt our mindes to make us proud And no Adversity deject us so But patiently we may it undergo Then let our Crosses go or Crosses come Whilest we can say the will of Haaven be done 63. Of Cambridge and Oxford Cambridge one doth commend Oxford another And would have one prefer'd above the other VVhen they are best term'd equals And no other Such Foreign Place comes near the one or th' other This my opinion is who would an other May leave to trouble me and ask another 64. To Mrs. Elizabeth Nevil my wives youngest sister If you at Westow-Lodge do live I there Do often wish my self to be so near My mother Cambridge If at Holt you live In Leicestershire I there my self would give The Pleasures of that gallant Seat whose sight Affords fine Prospects various in delight Or if you live at Cressing Temple then Thither my wish transporteth me ageâ— Colchester Oysters and Sea-fish invite Thither ofttimes my longing appetite But pardon me these vanities above All these I your sweet conversation love And your good husbands noble Company Those things I talk'd of but would these enjoy 65. To Parson Dulman Your zealous Ignorance doth oft dispraise Our Poets whatsoever that write Playes So small a pittance you of learning have Their worst of Playes doth all your works outbrave And I your zealous ignorance dispraise Telling you fam'd Nick Machiavil writ Playes But you to write a Play think an offence Is it not worse to preach so much nonsence 66. To Mrs Francis Shalcross and Mrs. Julia Boteler my Niece on their wedding night To bed fair bride your happy groom Full of desire doth long to come Now lye down by her in a trice Your Genial bed's a Paradise Though she 's to lose you are to get Her Zone unti'd untiddles it You need not any sweet forbear Both moving in your proper sphere I need not wish you joy you have What Heaven can give or Lovers crave But truely wish unto this
So strange a thing an honest Hostess is It is believ'd that there no black Swans are But you are and are honest so more rare 86. An Epitaph on my most honoured kinsman Ferdinando Earl of Huntington who deceased at his house in Donnington Park about the 48 year of his age and lyes buried at Ashby de la Zouch Here Ferdinando Earl of Huntington Doth lye inter'd under this Marble-stone VVhich will weep drops of dew if we refrain To shed our tears yet weeping is in vain Nor sighes nor tears will call him from his urn Our griefs then let 's to imitation turn Let 's emulate his worthy Parts for such His Qualities were and we shall merit much For each man may report that passeth by Courtesie and good Nature here doth lie 87. To Henry Right of the Cock in Poulesworth Harry what ere thou dost by day or night Though it be never so amiss th' art Right Though some for doing wrong taxe thee in spight Contemn their malice for th' art known t' be Right Let thy Guests sober go to bed not fight And all thy reckonings be as thou art Right And lead an upright life that thou mayst light On Heaven at last and there thou t' be most Right 88. Of high-spirited women Neither do husbands heed nor Heaven above For the most part high-spirited women love Are they in errour through their ignorance And self-opinion they prove seldom Saints And husbands who are tide unto such wives Usually live with them unquiet lives To wed meek women men are most inclin'd And Heaven it self affects the humble mind 89 In thalamis Regina tuis hac nocte jacerem Si verum hoc esset Pauper ubique jacet Englished Queen in your chamber I should lye to night If a poor man lyes every where were right To Sir Robert Hilliard Who made this Distich it is fit I tell Which I have English'd but indifferent well I think Tom Randolph Pardon what 's amiss In my translation for my gift of his Whom you and I so well did love and know When Cambridge for his wit extol'd him so 90 To my honoured Cousin Mr. Basill Fitzherbert of Norbury and his Lady Basill Fitzherbert did Iane Cotton wed And she hath blest him with a Sonne and Heire A Couple fortunate i' th Genial bed And in all other things an happy pair This is my judgement of your worths and you By all your actions confirme it true 91. To my noble Cousin Mr. Charls Cotton the younger D' Avila Bentivoglio Guicciardine And Machiavil the subtile Florentine In their Originals I have read through Thanks to your Library and unto you The prime Historians of late times at least In the Italian Tongue allow'd the best When you have more such books I pray vouchsafe Me their perusal I l'e return them safe Yet for the courtesie the recompense That I can make you will be onely thanks But you are noble-soul'd and had much rather Bestow a benefit then receive a favour 92. To the same Your Basford house you have adorned much And Bently hopes it shortly shall be such Think on 't and set but Bentley in repair To both those Basfords you will show y' are Heir 93. To my honoured friend Mr. Samuel Roper Make Darbyshire by your most able Pen Allow you her obliging'st Countrey-man From dust and dark oblivion raise her Glories And from old Records publish all her stories So you with Mr. Dugdale shall remain Your Countreys honour other Countreys stain 94. To Mrs Mary Cokain my eldest daughter Because I fear my fate is not so good To give you such a portion as I wou'd Your Education I intend shall prove Some satisfaction to you of my love Musick and Dancing I would have you taught And all the skil that is by needles wrought All sorts ofhouswifery that should be done From your own chamber to the meanest Room And to give full perfection to walk even Whilst here you live in the right road to Heaven 95. To the right honourable the Lord Winfield Cromwell Earle of Arglass my noble kinsman My Lord a share y 'ave given me in a Grove But how shall I requite so great a Love If ever I in any of my land Should Gold or silver find you shall command I hope to get much money by your Lead If store of ore God Plutus there hath hid But should I gain no riches from your ground Yet I may boast that there your love I found 96. To my worthy friend Mr. Henry Turville Most of these are too long and naught t is true I wish them faultless both for me and you For I your candour would provoke not blame And to my self acquire some little Fame 97. Of Cupid and Marriage Cupid is careless and doth shoot at random Strikes a young man and oftentimes a Grandam Yet neither he Physician is or Surgeon To cure the wounds his senseless Darts do urge on Either by any med'cines or Incision The nuptial bed is Surgeon and Physician 97. To Parson Nameless When you do preach of Mountain Ararat And how Noahs floating Ark first staid thereat Though your loud voice doth fill the sacred house Your Sermon bigge with mountains drops a Mouse 99. To my honoured Cousin Mr. Charls Cotton Iunior Donne Suckling Randolph Drayton Massinger Habbington Sandy's May my Acquaintance were Iohnson Chapman and Holland I have seen And with them too should have acquainted been What needs this Catalogue Th' are dead and gone And to me you are all of them in one 100. To Mr. John Adams my Cousin When we at Pembletous in Roster meet Time that before went slow flyes very fleet The reason is an easie thing to think A knot of Jovial Blades and mighty Drink 101. Of a Roome in cal'd the Minerva Approch not you dull souls that durt and muck Do grovell in follow your sordid luck Athens no Fame had for mechanick Arts But by those generous spirits of nobler Parts They that are Wits and love the Wits may come Converse and tipple in this jovial Room Pallas admits none else For know the Owle Her sacred Bird will at their entrance howl Herein the Grécian Sages do converse And here the Poets their high lines reherse Here Tully and Demosthenes doe plead And Plato here and Aristotle's read For this the Epitome of Athens is And teaches all the Liberal sciences Such is the companies discourse Then hence All earthen-minded Brats of ignorance And welcome the ingenious to this spring That makes the Orator write and Poet sing To the Philosopher new truths discovers And courage gives to the faint-hearted Lovers To those lets drink Conversion from their Crime That over Ale and Beere can spend their time That on their Errours they may may turn their back And in Minerva's Fane here tipple Sack For Ale and Beer breed Flegm engender Pains But rich Canarie elevates the Brains 102. To my honoured Friend Mr. Cassevilan Burton Where will you do your self so great a
of beauty her Fine admirable Breasts prefer Before Olympus or Mount Ide Where Iove most happy might abide What c. 9. She had her clothes on and I could See no more but to say am bold That there was too much beauty under To be look'd on for love and wonder What would you give c. The second Song 1. You Ladies fair That worthy are Of all to be beloved And yet have hearts So hard that darts From eyes have never moved 2. You cruel Saints That slight complaints And scorn to pity any I hope to see The time when ye Shall be in love with many 3. Which when I hear Then I will swear That you are rightly fitted And that himself The little Elfe On you hath well acquitted 4. But do your worst I 'm not accurst My Mistris is no coy one For she is kind And hath no mind Within her to destroy one The third song being an answer to O no I tell thee no. 1. Away I say away I no longer can delay And my heart forbids me stay It swears by thy squint eyes That could never entice Foul Porters or Footboyes By thy Ruby nose and lips lilly white And thy teeth with yellow dight Nere to come nere to come again in thy sight 2. It swears by thy dry'd skin Thy bosome within And thy paps lank and thin And by thy durty golls That be to carry coles And rake dust out of holes By thy beastly form and thy foul gouty feet That can scarce cross a street Nere again nere again thee any where to meet 3. By my hatred it swears Thy crook-back and lave-ears Thy threescore and odde years By thy breath that is So strong that with a kiss It would kill a Cockatrice By my last farwell this kicke on thy breech And thy old salt Itch Nere to see nere to see thee again thou witch The fourth song being a fictitious Relation Let every man beware for fear of stout Hugh Nunnick To speak ill of his Cornwall or to dispraise Boconnick For he 's a Cornish Chaugh and not of it ashamed And born was near Boconnick at a place needs not be named 2. He hath been very merry all from the mount to Lanston Where about many a May-pole and many a green he hath danc'd on At Lestithel and Bodman at Truro and Polmagon The courteous Lad Polwheel and he have tossed many a Flagon 3. He plaid at foils before his Worship Sir Iohn Trelany Where on the eyes and foreheads and mouthes he hit a many There was a cudgel-play not long since at Penwarden Where he did break a Constables head and the shins of a Churchwarden 4. At Foy he almost lost his eyes with too much laughter When he was at the wedding of Pru the Mayors fair daughter He was invited to venison but the Pasty being open There nought was in 't but Apples and they but meanly soken 5. At Tap-houses he drank Syder with the old Lord Roberts Brewer And cuft him ere he parted for saying he was truer Then the Hostesse railed and said that he was foxed She ly'd like a stinking Baggage he could have drunk an Hogshead 6. At Okehampton town old Sherry gave him thâ— staggers Where he was so unruly they lodg'd him among the Beggars At Exeter a Chine of beef he had the first he eat oâ— And you my friends that hear this song he swore â— was a great one He spent his money in rambling and so was fainâ— rook on Al the way from Salssbury until he came to Okeham Where he lives very merry For he is that town Carrier And never left his trade but once to be Grave Maurice Warrier The fifth Song 1. It is an offence to love and to love you VVou'd I were blind or you were true VVhy should there be a mine of joyes within Your Body and to know 't a sin 2. If I do say I love I 'm sure t is fit If I have judgement or have wit For your deserts are wonders that would move Not onely mine but any 's love 3. Some half-soul'd men that cannot tell what t is To love or hate beyond a kiss By seeing you do kindle a strange fire VVithin them and your sweets desire 4. You need not clothes nor art nor with a smile Hope any mans heart to beguile Your Coyness your Neglects your Frowns will do More then all Ladies else that wooe 5. T is not my weakness but t is your desert I am not owner of my heart The puppet-play that by water goes The sword of Guy or Iohn of Gaunt We wise c. 5. Let zealous fasters trudge a foot And toile their legs to hear a Lecture And there be chok'd with an Hebrew root At which the Minister doth conjecture We wise c. 6. They that are gluttons and love meat And it had rather be devouring The greasy Cook-shops may repleat VVhil'st we our full cups are out-pouring We wise c. 7. Y' are welcome all unto this place That fears no Constable or Church-warden Here we will sing and drink apace And slight the sports of Paris-garden We wise Do them despise For we will stay here And with whole flaggons baite our own bear The eighth song upon the first expedition into the North under the late King 1. Will you hear a song Shall do no body no wrong And yet was writ at randum By a friend of mine Ore a glass of wine So great it would make a man dumb 2. He wanted no matter To have made it a Satyre And abus'd all towns-men and Nobles But he thought it unfit o to wrong his wit To bring himself into troubles 3. To all his friends He sends his commends And praies them when they are drinking To forbear to prate Of matters of State And leave them to th' Councels thinking 4. Nor to take it in snuff If a man in buff Doth come into their chamber As if they thought All Souldiers were naught And a contempt was in armour 5. Nor when they are drunk To think of a punk For fear of the flux or sweating But away to creep And at home go sleep And leave it a friendly meeting 6. He would have them next Not to be perplext If their mistress be cruel Nor to fight with them Whom they do esteem Lest they be jeer'd for the Duel 7. If a man love one And her heart be gon And plac'd upon another Let him do the same In little Cupids name And that will please Loves mother 8. Let him that is forth Going to the north Have his health drunk every sitting And all good success Wish'd unto the English And all things else befitting 9. Let the souldiers obey What the captains say Lest they disgrace their profession And save their blows From their friends for their foes And all their angers expression 10. Let us fight for our King And fame will sing Of us an endless story The Chronicles will tell That we did well And
liv'd and dy'd in glory The ninth song 1 O Cupid use thy bow Thy deity declare Make all fit people know Thy force that living are 2 But shoot aright good boy And mutual fire constrain For it is tytanny To make our love in vain 3 Let Matrons peevish be Whose lookes time hath decaid But let no youthful she From earth decease a Maid 4 Let Ethiops froward prove Whom nature hath made back And they thy pleasures love That no perfections lack 5. Make every man love one And him his mistress too So Hymen shall not moane For wanting of his due 6. The young ones of each sex Will thereby have content And not hereafer vex To fast so long a Lent The tenth Song 1. Curle every hair smile with your eyes And enchant Any Saint With the rare musick of your voice Show your breast Or your best Me you no way have to entice 2. Dance to sweet numbers to excel Being so quick ' Rithmetick And so most evenly and so well That out wonder May not number Those soft steps your feet do tell 3 Take your sweet Lute which is the spirit Of musick And use it Unto your highest praise of merit Though each sound My ears wound My heart nereless shall freely bear it 4. Were all your clothes so rich and fine As you were In her sphere Bright Citheraea to out-shine Yet they shoo'd Not my blood Warm like unto a glass of wine 5. In hope to conquer at first sight To each part Add all art And to provoke an appetite To your will Joyn your skill Yet all your magick I shall slight 6. Let you and I together go In the spring When birds sing And I 'le swear to talk not wooe Or when heat Makes us get Into an Arbour I 'le do so 7. I cannot be a thrall to her Who I know Heart doth ow To another and him prefer If my suit Miss the fruit I the tree can well abhor 8. Yet Lady witness all we see T is not I That deny Nor is it you that disagree Honour so Slight you do That I in love can never be The eleventh Song 1. Wherefore should gallants be sad And keep house like an owl all day Sure they that do so are mad Or want money a shot to pay Then let 's drink off our pots Our glasses and our bowles The refusers all are sots And men of narrow soules Our honest hostess doth sing our honest hostess doth sing With a pot of ale In her hand that is stale Sing hey ding ding a ding ding 2 Leave thinking of London sack Of Rhenish Claret and White Such chargeable liquors lack And in an Alehouse delight If our drink be strong of the malt And boyled enough withal I wonder who can find fault With such a good cup of ale Our honest hostess doth sing c. 3. If any two be fallen out And ready a duel to fight Let them drink together a bout A whole day or a whole night And that will make them friends And have no mind to quarrel Without their bloods expence Such vertue is in a barrel Our honest hostess doth sing c. 4. If any man be in love And cannot his mistress get Let him all business remove And go and drink a fit Good company and good drink And an house that will reckon right Will make a body think Time spent in love's no delight Out honest hostess doth sing c. 5. If a man want money or clothes And hath but a friend to pay Good liquor will banish his woes And make him a merry day It Physick is for each grief And medicine for all diseases The labourers sole relief And all his toile appeases Our honest hostess doth sing c. 6. A pot of spic't ale and a tost Is good for a mornings draught And meat either boyl'd or rost For dinner if it be salt 'T will make ones liquor go down Without sharking with delight And Gentleman make or clown To sleep without waking all night Our honest hostess doth sing c. The twelfth song The wenches complaint Non e maggior tormento 1. I can no greater torment find Then ly with one I cannot love Each minute seems a year confin'd So slowly then do minutes move When me his hap 's to kiss or touch I with him am offended much 2. If he doth chance to me to say Can it be possible my Dear You so abstemious are from play That you against your will ly here I am enforc'd in complement To tell him I have much content 3. Imagine Ladies you that know What a vexation it is If from my heart I speak or no And do not counterfeit all this For when to him I turn my back I mouthes at him in hatred make 4. All that enamoured are of me VVhom I cannot affect again Thus from their passions I do free I have no pleasure in their gain And ifthey think I any take T is with their money I it make 5. Women that are by want opprest And therefore yield unto this vice Know all the world they do detest Embraces that are not their choice The want of mony is unjust To make them subject unto Iust The thirteenth song William the Conquerour to Emma the Miliners daughter of Manchester 1. Hellen of Greece I should despise And Cressida unhandsome call Poppaea would not please mine eyes My Emma so exceeds them all When she doth chance to combe her head She scatters night upon her face Her lovely brown hair being spred Those clouds forbid our eagerest gaze Envy about her can suppose No fault at all but in her clothes 2. When her fine hand th' Eclipse removes And lets her eyes dart forth their beams Our hearts are burned by our loves And quenched by our Optick streams Lest her sweet eyes ore-glorious lights Should fire on one another reflect And burn themselves to endless nights Her delicate nose stands to protect Envy about c. 3. Her lips themselves in love have kist And married were by her sweet tongue Her dear heart gave them to the Priest And all th' Epithalamium song Her even and little teeth all clad In white as white as purest snow Instead of bridemen wait most glad And for the bridemaids likewise go Envy about c. 4. Her pretty ears this Paradise Do guard without a Gun or sword Vertue commands in chief and vice Dares not approch though in a word Her neck doth seem the milky way Unto the Tempe of her breast Where two fine hills nipples display Like two suns rising east and west Envy about c. 5. Her lovely hands when they do stir Through motion she unto them lends Add several graces unto her And beauty shake at fingers ends These are her glories that we know Her envious clothes conceal the rest Happy is he that so can woe As win her to reveal the rest Envy about her c. 6. Let fancy work till she be kind And
has stole the Stilletto from me oy Anclethe restore it as thou lovest me Fal. Carionil I joy you are recovered Death is grown courteous or by this you had Been wandring in the Elizian groves Car. My friend Falorus Fal. Your loyall friend Give me your hand and rise I 'me glad to see Your wound no worse T was care and willingness To die bereft you of your Senses I will shew you How you may win your Mistris you hear me Car. I like it we I it may prevail I hope It will Fal. Anclethe had slain himself had I not come Car. Good boy thou wert too kind Cli. Indeed my Lord I never shall desire to survive you Car. Divulge my death Cle. I will not fail Fal. Why my Carionil would you engage So much your self to any of that sex As for a disrespondency to lay Violent hands upon your self Intruth my friend I wonder at it justly You merit more then they can satisfie With their endeavours all of them Car. Proceed not good Falorus in this language Fal. What good do women old Amphitrite's face Is not so full of wrincles as they are Of vices Car. No more as you regard what alwaies yet You have profest our long continued friendship O women most admired Creatures how Can the just heavens these speeches so allow What good do women I do say what ill Who do perform what men can onely will Why have we ears if not to hear the sound And sacred harmony their tongues compound Why have we tears if not to weep when we Do chance a woman discontent to see Why have we eyes if not to look upon Their beauties natures high perfection Why have we tongues if not to praise them when They slander'd are by railings of ill men Why have we reason all if not to deem us Happy because some women do esteem us Fal. You are their worthy champion what I said Was out of passion for Lucora's dealing I will report y' are dead Car. I shall be obliged unto you by 't Exeunt Enter Phyginois solus Phy. My clothes are almost made and every thing That does belong unto the habit of A gentleman I have prepar'd me richly For in these garments I dare not accost her I had good fortune to come with Cleanthe Who hath been very bountiful unto me Enter Polidacre Rosinda Antiphila Lucora and Nentis Pol. Lady I take it very kindly you Would do me such an honour as visit me It shall be my study to deserve it Ant. My Lord this is too ceremonious Pray you let us walk I much approve of this Aire I know no place so sweet about the City Ro. How observant he is he would fain make it a match and I think she is willing enough But I shall prevent them with amazement I will see further in it first Phy. The heavens worthy gallants be serene as long as you presume under the safety of them Pol. Know you this fellow Tandorix Ro. His name is Draculemion Pol. O! I have heard of him Luc. T is some frantick Pol. What wind brought you hither Phy. That which noble Sir shall blow me all over the Universe to do you service Pol. I thank you for your complement your Captainly protestation Phy. Brave Bevy of gallants my purse being Millions of degrees voyder of money then my heart of courage I desire to empty my mouth of words to fill up the vacuum of it if you please to lend me your attention and afterwards to commemorate with munificence the worth of my Oration Pol. Sweet Antiphila what say you Anti. He speaks so strangely I would hear him Pol. Draculemion you know what to do Phy. Hail but fair weather I that have been the favorite of inconstant fortune and term'd worthily by the worshipfull title of a gentleman am now debas'd into an humble fugitive Commiserate this wonderful change most excellent Auditors and let your recompence be a help again to restore me and a story to exalt me towards the fastigium of my pristine felicity and at your connivence I will post afoot to Mexico drink your healthes till I 'me sick and kill any I hear speak irreverently of you These and more then these will I accomplish though to my perpetual ignominy or dissolution of my life conditionally you will bestow fluently upon your slave so undeserving a little Dixi. Pol. Here 's for all the company Phi. Will you give me leave to be grateful Pol. Yes surely Phi. I le not desire the Muses to repleat My willing genius with poetick heat This subject doth transcend them I le desire Apollo to this Lay to touch his Lyre Thou Charioter of heaven that dost invest Thy swift-hoof'd Coursers in the dewy East With harness work'd by Mulciber to light The world and dissipate the clouds of night For Phaetons sake not unto me unlike Thy sweetest notes unto this ditty strike Pol. If the Exordium be so long t' will be tedious before the conclusion Anti. Dismiss him therefore Pol. Farewell Draculemion Phi. Would I might kiss thee before Nentis Aside Exit Phi. Pol. Madam how do you like the Lord Falorus Anti. Very well my Lord. Pol. Him I have often motion'd to Lucora And he hath consented to marry her would it not Be a good fortune for her think you Ant. Indeed I think it would Pol. How say you now Lucora Ant. For he is a much applauded gentleman Of good conditions and of sweet behaviour Whose company is every where acceptable He deserves a good match such a one as your daughter is Pol. How say you girle was any thing I told you Of Falorus a falshood Come prethee do thy self a good turn And take him do Lucora Luc. Dear Father pardon me indeed I have not Any desire yet to marry Pol. Sure you have Bethink you and speak wiser Luc. Truly I have not Sir Pol. Y' are a stubborn wench and I am sorry It was my hard fortune to be thy father Your shrewdness shal not carry you through so freely As you believe it will it shall not maiden Anti. Do not chide her She will be rul'd by you Luc. Indeed Madam I had rather live as I do Pol. No I believe not that There is some one Or other farre inferiour unto him Whom she's in love withall perhaps some vile Scumme of the Town Luc. Dear Sir you conceive amiss of me for I Love no man yet and hope I never shall Be of another mind Poli. T is false I cannot believe you Luc. If ever I should I d'e hate my self to place Affection on a man of base birth or Unseemly qualities Anti. Be not angry Sir Nent I pray you marry Madam for it is A state wherein one may securely kiss Luc. Leave thy foolery Nent O t is a fine thing to have a coach of ones own to go to a play when you will And be restrain'd from nothing you have a desire to do Luc. Marriage is no such liberty as you
Captain Mat. Thou coward many hundreds Trap. The Gods send them more wit that 's eene all that I can say but I pray you Sir Captain now I think ont'â— perswade my Father and mother sisters and uncles and aunts and all the kin I have to turn souldiers that they may be kil'd quickly and I be their heir I swear Captain you should lose nothing by 't I would give you a good present for 't Mat. Base coward Trap. Good Captain what is the meaning of coward I have often heard that word and would fain know the true meaning of it Mat. A coward is a fellow base as thou One that doth spend his precious time in sloth Cares not what alterations kingdomes have So he at home may welter in his pleasures A fellow that had rather sit all day Drinking tobacco and carousing cups Then die his sword in blood of enemies Trap. VVhy then Captain in faith I am a very coward t is better by half then a souldier I know there is far more pleasure in a glass of good wine and a pipe of true Varines then in bullets whizzing about ones ears and pikes or halberts or what you will abeating out ones teeth Mat. Thou dunghil wretch Trap. Seignior Captain be not angry for I vow I mean earnest I should never digest the souldiery life nor am I sure wood Flametta and the Gods help them that do Matte Thou earthen-minded slave t is pity thou shouldest eat or drink that hast no better thoughts Trap. Not as long as I pay for 't what the Devil have I to do with your souldery Sir Captain give me leave to be of my own mind and a Coward for i 'me sure no wise man but wood say as I do let those follow your wars that are aweary of their lives Matte Thou art as dunghil a minded Rascal as ere I heard in my life I would not for any thing thou wast a Spaniard thou wouldst be a slander to the whole Nation And Villain I tell thee if thou wert one I would kill thee Mattemores would do it and so I leave it Exit Trap. Farewel my Sir Don go hang your self what have I to do with your wars tro for nothing would I venter to fight but Flametta and for her I durst not exceed about it fifty Cuffs or about with a little pair of Cudgels at the most I should never endure to shoot off a Gun not I the very noise of it would make me endanger my Breeches Enter Horatio Brunetto honest Brunetto how dost do be merry man this time will have an end man and till it come be as jovial as thou canst thou wouldst ene a bleâ—â— thy self to a seen how I vext the patience of my Lord Barbarin Horat. You have not sure Trap. Marry but I have and to the purpose too Horat. Then you are undone Trappolin Trap. Why man Horat. The Duke has left him and the Lord Machavil governours till his return Trap. The Devil he has Horat. T is very true Trap. Troth then I am but little better I fear Enter Officers 1. That 's he 2. Lay hold on him Trap. Brunetto I am undâ—n thy Trappolin must to the Jayle pray you my small friends give me leave to speake but one word Remember me to my sugar-candy Flametta 3. Away with him 4. To prison with the saucy Rogue Exeunt Horat. I came to Mantoa to ayde the Duke My Uncle gainst his foes the Florentines Where hearing every man to praise the beauty Of sweet Prudentia the report did win me Being taken in the wars I was not sad Because I was to go where she did live But seeing so many Princes all desirous To marry her I knew the great Duke never Would bestow her on Savoyes second Son And therefore yet I have concealed my self Nor doth she know I am Horatio For want of opportunity I yet Could nere so much as sigh within her hearing Enter Prudentia and Hipolita Hipo. The Lady Isabella by her picture May be supposed to be a matchless fair one Each feature of her face is wondrous good And her fine head of hair 's a curious colour Prud. In her we shall be happy all for she The world reports hath equal to her forme A noble and a vertuous mind Whos 's that Hipo. He is your brothers prisoner called Brunetto That in the wars of Mantoa was took Prud. T is a handsome man Hipo. And thought by all the Court a Gentleman Of good descent but he hath not disclosed His parentage to any Prude Why doth he not Hipol That no man knows yet besides himself Prud. How melancholy he doth seem Hipo. He hath good cause for it Madam Who can be merry in Captivity Pruden T is true A Gentleman of good descent suppos'd I never saw a man of braver Carriage Nor one that pleas'd me better then he doth Aha! Hipo. Why sigh you Madam Prud. To think of fortune perhaps this prisoner Is of a house as good as the Medices Hath lived before the wars of Mantua In all the happiness you could desire And now we see him thus Hipol Methinks I hear him sigh Prud. And so do I. Hipo. He 's gone Exit Horatio Prud. But with how sad a gate Methinks I am not as I was before Hipolita Hip. Madam Prud. Preethee go tune my Lute I have a mind To sing a little I shall forget to play If I so seldome use it Hip. I go Madam Exit Hipolita Prud. I have sent her hence that I might search my heart For sure it is not as it lately was It is so full of thoughts I cannot find The free access into it I had wont What should the reason be what have I don To breed this alteration nothing I Ere I came here I felt my self as free From this strange what it is I cannot tell The place is not bewitched sure nor have I seen ought but this hapless prisoner ' Alas poor Gentleman for in his looks And in his carriage I can guess him such How little to the fates art thou beholding To let thee live a prisoner thus how now What i' st I say talk of Brunetto Oh I am in Love the Gods will have it so Exit Scena tertia Enter Barbarino Machavil Mattemores and Officers leading Trappolin after them Barb. This man Lord Machavil is one of those That doth in Florence nourish vice he is A pander one that if he sees a stranger Straight makes acquaintance with him for what end Your self may guess so he may gain thereby He would betray our daughters lead our sons To Brothels vicious and full of rottenness Trap. I wonder how the Divel he came to know any thing that I did Barb. This writing yesternight was presented to me Here you may see what enormities he is guilty of Trap. His Lordship would shew himself a great hater of bawdery Mach. T is good we did examine him Mat. And there is not such a coward in Tuscany He 's
that can Bear out the passions of a mind afflicted Prud. Then you are discontent Alas you long for Your liberty and truth I cannot blame you Hora. Then should I hate my self being a slave to one Whom I desire evermore to serve Ye that command the destinies of men Now let me die and if I shall not prosper Know Noblest Lady that the prisoner That speaks unto you is a Prince by birth I am Horatio second son unto The Duke of Savoy and the Piemondt Prince At Mantoa the fame of your perfections Captiv'd my soul and when that I was took I did account my self a happy man Being to go where you did live I know Most dearest Princess that I am unworthy So great a happiness as is your love Yet if you deny me witness heaven I never will return unto Turin But here die languishing for your refusal The Duke my father soon would pay my ransom But thraldom for your sake I have esteemed Above liberty and pleasures of a Court. Prud. My thanks most gracious heavens Brunetto is A Prince most worthy brave Horatio I scorn to dally with my happiness Like some that love to counterfeit their joys Know I do love thee dear as my own soul And that if thou hadst now been silent I My heart unto thee had disclosed live happy And if it in my power lies thou shalt Hora. Doubt fear despaire be gone I am a man That envy not the blessed lives of Kings Now she hath dain'd to say these happy words I care not though all mankind threaten me Most excellent and mercifullest Lady Y 'ave raised me to a joy beyond my thoughts May all the Gods requite you for this goodness And I wear out my life to do you service Prud. My dear Horatio enough I doubt not Thy affections equal unto mine we will Love while we live and may we dye forgotten When we do cease to love say I not well Hora. Admired Princess you out-speak me much But never shall out-love me Prud. Heavens be kind And make us in two bodyes have one mind Exeunt Finis Actus Primi Actus secundus scena prima Enter Trappolin solus Trap. THis banish't life is very doleful I walk I know not whither and every step I go Flametta comes into my mind I think how she cried when we parted and swore that she would go too and certainly so she wood if I had not told her she was not banisht and might not Farwel my true Flametta and the Divel take the two scurvy Lords Barbarino and Machavil for Captain Mattemores he is a pratling asse but by my conscience he could nere ha turn'd me loose for such a matter Farwel my draughts of Montefiascone and Bologna Sausages me thinks this is a very melancholy place I have not seen a living body these two houres but they had wings or four legs let me bethink me whither to betake my self for in Tuscany stay I must not I de to Rome and turn Frier if I had any Latine in me there is nothing of Millain or Naples without I mean to turn souldier for one dinner a day Farwel all my good suppers I was wont to have the wenches I helpt Gentlemen to Venice I that 's the likeliest place of all and there I 'le follow my own trade I love to be fingring of Mons and Polax Ryals well then I 'le to Venice and turn pimpe it is a good gainful life in Italy full of ease and pleasure especially if the flesh be young and handsome Methinks I hear a busling in yon trees I hope it be not a thief for then I shall lose the ring Brunetto gave me and may go hang my self Yon 's an old man an he be one I care not for sure I shall be good enough for him Enter Mago a Conjurer Mago Son you are banisht I know all the matter Trap. T is true old friend I am indeed but how the Divel came you to know it Mago Why the Divel told me Trap. Alas that ere I was born I pray you father conjurer do not hurt me Mago Son Trappolin I am so far from hurting thee that thee I do intend to make a Prince Trap. I pray you pardon me father conjurer I have no mind to domineer or swagger in hell Mag. You understand me not thou shalt return to Florence Trap. And be hang'd there for my labour Mago Be honoured there and be suppos'd the Duke Who now in Milain is about his wife Trap. Faith if you can bring this about father conjurer I should laugh indeed but suppose it could be done when his Highness comes Woe be to my neck Mag. No fear at all leave all to me and but remember what I say and thou art safe Trap. Faith I know not what to think of this but Conjurers can do much Mag. I 'le do it never doubt come near to me within this circle go and do not fear though thou seest divels skip about thee Trap. Father Conjurer farewel I had rather live in banishment then see the Divel Mago Thou silly fellow do not fear in this Myriades of fiends dare not nor can they hurt thee Here thou shalt stand as safe from any danger As ever thou didst yet in any place Think'st thou I have so little power over spirits As they dare disobey what I command Tell me thy wish and if thou hast it not Before thy face I 'le sink away with fear Give me thy hand and come Trap. Father conjurer I faith I wish nothing more then what you have promised me already could that be done I need nere be a pander agen Mago Why do you stay Trap. Shall I be safe Mago As free from peril as you can desire Trap. Why then I 'le venter being for such a matter But honest father Conjurer if for fear I chance To die let not your divels take my body Mago Come do not fear at all there is no need Trap. I will venter but I pray you let not the divels come too near me Mago You that below frequent the Stygian lake And in Cocytus waves do bathe yourselves You that upon the strands of Phlegetov Do use to walk attend unto my charmes Appear I charge thee to appear thou fiend Thou that over mans head power hast appear Eo thou spirit come Trap. Good father conjurer Let not the Divels be too ugly lest I play the sloven and annoy your nose Mago Fear not Trap. Honest Master Counjurer yonder comes your Divel pray you circle me once more for I 'me afraid he 'l be too bold with me Mago Not all the fiends that are in hell can do The least annoyance to thee Trappolin Thou art safe and so believe thou art come Eo Give me that hat unchanted Eo Here it is Command me ought else Mago No vanish now Son Trap. observe me well this hat Keep alwaies on thy head 't is Eo cald One of the things will make thee thought a Prince Trap.
them all would not have blest his fates For the fruition of so rich a Beauty As is the matchless Lady Isabella Isab Sir of your own you may say what you please But I am sure you over-praise me much La. Dearest of all the world thou dost deserve Princes and Poets both to speak thy worth Bless'd be the powers divine that me of all Mankind did chuse to make most fortunate In giving me the glory of the earth Sfor. Sit down most noble brother from your Bride We will not part you sister this place is yours So let them now begin Enter Hymen Luna Mars Mercury Jupiter Venus Saturn Sol after Musick Hym. Hither we are descended from above To gratulate your nobly grounded love That you most worthy happy paire should know The Gods themselves are pleas'd with what you do Me you have honoured and to honour you I have brought the Deities along which do Command and rule the dayes that they may bless You all the year with plenteous happiness May Tuscanes Cities boast of Milains Spouse And future Ages when they would compose One grac'd with all the vertues her express To be a Lady like this Milaness And may the most ingenious Florentines Your Citizens Great Duke busie their minds In writing and in singing Marriage-songs Delectable Epithalamiums While you do live love ever and may you Continually your generous heats renew Thus Hymen wishes and it will go hard If what a god says gods do not regard Thus I could spend the night but that would prove A wrong unto my Rites and to your love Here they dance and Hymen leads it Luna Cinthia I am that with my borrowed light Out-shine the Stars and do command the night Many a time when else I vail'd would ride I will appear to see you with your Bride Lamps nor wax lights you shall not need for I Instead of them will ever more be by And may you in this life you have begun Equal in love me and Endymion Mars Though my aspect be fierce and wars presage To you they shall be such as Lovers wage Sweet kisses soft embraces and such things As amorous Queens enjoy and amorous Kings You therefore without pity both may fight Battailes not full of danger but delight And may they last until I part you two Which I do promise I will never do Mer. Hermes I am Maja's wing'd Son and shine Among the Planets in a Globe of mine And though 't is true I favour thefts and sleights Yet will do none t' diminish your delights Love therefore laugh and kiss embrace and be Secure nothing can hurt you without me And if I ever do may I forgo My Sphere and live among the fiends below Iupit. Of all the Gods and Goddesses I am The most supreme and bear the chiefest name For Love what is it that I have not done To bring my wishes to conclusion I for my self have done no more then I Will do for you to make you live in joy Therefore most happy pair of Lovers fear Nothing since Iove himself doth hold you dear Live merrily and let this be your mover That Iupiter himself was once a Lover Venus A Song Since in my Orbe I shined fair And Lovers did befriend The morning and the evening Star I never could commend Heaven blessed paire none like to you Whom time shall never make untrue May Hesperus and Vesper lose Their lights fair Venus fall If all her power she doth not use To prosper you withal May other Dieties grant you life I 'le make you loving man and wife Sat. Though I am old and rigid in aspect And cold and youthful sports do not affect And though my influences many ways Adverse to others be and cross their days For you heaven-loved pair my self I 'le force And run a milder and a gentler course His ancient custome Saturne will forget Rise for your pleasures for your pleasures set Doubt me not therefore for my vow is strong That for your sakes again I wish me young Sol. Phoebus I am the glorious guide of day That all the Planets lighten with my ray I am the brightsome lightsome Charioter That heaven and earth adorn within my Sphere And know what 't is to be in love since I Followed my Daphne who from me did flie May I lose all my glory all my Beams Fall like my Phaeton in t ' Ocean streams If all my faculties I do not try To make you live in joy and love in joy In Summer time when you in t ' Arbors go I will not shine to trouble you below Will onely peep to see you kiss and smile To make me think this I have done ere while In Winter season when the Frost doth stay And hinder Rivers to go on their way When flakes of Snow do cover earths green face I for your sakes will thaw off both apace In pleasures evermore you shall accord Apollo cannot falsifie his word Here they dance another dance which Hymen leads Hym. The gracious Planets which command the days By powerful influences you have heard To bless you both according to their ways Vowing to be your keepers and your guard Them for your sakes with me I brought along That they might prosper you as well as I Because this marriage knot I 'de tye so strong That it there nothing ever should untie You whom the heavens will prosper all your life You whom on earth ther 's nothing can offend Most happy pair most happy man and wife Your lives in love wear out and in love end Nor shall a Poet hired for his gain Vpon your Tomb a feigned verse engrave Mens tongues and tears shall make you both remain Above the power of an Epitaph But may you live till you aweary be Not of your selves but of these earthly sports And the eternal joys above would see Which ever are in joves immortal Courts Thus unto you do gods their wishes give And unto them may you according live Exeunt Maskers Sfor. I think Hortentia now the Mask is done Our brother gladly would go to his rest Hort. And it is time most noble brother when You please we will attend you to your Chamber And sister we will see you laid in bed Methinks it is a very pretty thing To see a Virgin blush look pale and blush Isa 'T is sport to others to the Maid 't is none La. Most excellent Princess when you please let 's go For now each minute is as tedious to me As years have been so much I do desire The chast embraces of my matchless Spouse Sfor. And worthy friend let us entreat your stay As long in Milain as is possible You cannot be in Florence more beloved Nor by the better nor the meaner sort La. What I can do you know you may command Unto my utmost power Hort. Lights Lavi My fairest dearest love your hand this part Of happiness makes me suppose the rest Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Mattemores Matt. Those lazy