that in habit there Where many a barke into the Clouds doth leap While Surges caper round about the Ship 78. Lovely Narcissus prethee stay with me If thou doe thirst from every Spring shall rise Divinest Nectar and thy food shall be The glorious Apples of Hesperides A Nymph shall be thy Hebe of thou need Sha't have another for thy Ganimede 79. Feele how my Pulses beate my breasts swell high Come come be not so modest pretty one Why dost thou turne that beavenly cheek from me Who but thy selfe would such a blessing shun Those frownes will discompose thy beauty quite My lips doe blush in daring thee to fight 80. Prethes unlock thy words sweet treasurie And rape me with the musick of thy tongue But let no accent touch upon Deny This will thy beauty and my passions wrong I le rather praile thy silence it may prove What Lovers use t' expound consent to love 81. The Boy seems pleas'd and here begins to break Into a language extasied the maid By her owne hearts dictamen he did speak And if she ask'd him love he lov'd he said She darts a glance and he returnes a smile She sees and surfets on his lips the while 82. But soon these Sun-beames vanish'd all his smiles Were feign'd to get some knowledge how to quit The wood when she not moved with those wiles Told him all information was unfit Against her selfe at this swift as the winde Away he flies but leaves his frown behinde 83. Eccho laments his absence and in vaine Calls him againe unto her amorous wars She hath too sure a proof of his disdaine She sighes and curses her malignant stars And while she chides the Fate that gave her birth Her eyes make poore themselves t' enrich the earth 84. Oh that I ne're had seen his face quoth she That ignorant of the sweetnesse I mignt rest In supposition what the blisle might be My knowledge has betraid me to the best And by acquaintance with so much delight I finde a new flame in my appetite 85. Justice thou dreadfull Queen Ramnusia Punish with sorrow my contemners pride And by some strange and most prodigious way Let him the weight of thy reverige abide And since to me his heart a Rock hath prov'd Let him so love at last and dye unlov'd 86. Eccho hath spent her sting Narcissus now Hath got the top of an aspiring hill Whose site commands the Countrey round to view Some tract to lead him from the place but still In vaine he does employ his searching eyes Through thick embracing woods no path he spies 87. Wounded with objects that no comfort bring He might conclude his fortune at the worst Had he not seen hard by a goodly spring And thither he descends to quench his thirst O doe not taste Narcissus hence will flow What will thee more thou thy past fate undoe 88. Thy eyes betray thee and are sorrowes spies Containe thy feet thy danger is beneath Run not quick-sighted to a Precepice A blinde man cannot misse his way to death Thy liberty was all thou lost before The Nymphs too soon may thus thy death deplore 89. Chuse any other fountaine harke and feare The Birds are singing Dirges to thy death Does not a sooty Raven strike thine eare From an high Oake tuning her fatall breath A mighty cloud obscures the Suns bright eye Not willing to behold thy Tragedy 90. And yet these move thee not then reach the streame And meet thy blacker Destiny the Sun Is bright agen wrath burnes in every beame And guilds the Scene of thy destruction Each sullen winde is in his prison penn'd Least with their murmure it the Spring offend 91. No portion of a Birds forsaken nest Fell from the Bowes to interrupt the clame No wither'd leafe did in his fall molest The stilnesle of it smooth as setled balme But Crystall lesse transparent Such a mirrour So form'd could onely shew disdaine his errour 92. And now Narcissus humbled on the grasse And leaning with his breast upon the brinke Looks into th' water where he spies a face And as he did incline his head to drinke As faire as countenance seem'd to meet with his Off'ring to entertaine him with a kisse 93. Giving a little backe he doth admire The beauty of the face presented to him Thinking at first some water-Nymph was there And rising from her silver Couch to woe him Yet Court she cannot whom she did surprise Never from water did such flames arise 94. His heart glowes in him Punishment fulfills Love leaps into full age at the first houre New wonders like the waves with rouling hills Follow his gazes all that lov'd before Have flung their gather'd flames into his breast Fit him for Love a Sacrisice and Priest 95. But strucken with his owne his burning eyes Are onely thirsty now he drinks apace Into his soule the shadow that he sees And dotes on every wonder of the face He stoops to kisse it when the lips halfe way Meet he retreats and th' other steales away 96. He mov'd at the unkindnesse which he took By his owne teaching bowes himselfe againe The other meets him in the silent brook They spie agen but he cannot refraine To Court whom he desires and at his talke The lips within the water seem to walke 97. And every smile doth send his owne agen This cheeres him but he cannot heare a sound Break from the watrie prison and he then Complains a fresh that his unhappy wound Admits no cure and as he beats his breast The Conflict under water is exprest 98. What e're thou art come forth and meet me here He cries why dost deceive me with a look What meanes that that imitution come neare Leape from the depth of thy imprisoning brook Fold not thy armes like mine or smile on me Unlesse I may enjoy thy company 99. But whether is my wiser reason fled It is the shadow of my selfe I see And I am curst to be enamoured Where did I lose my soule or where am I What god shall pardon me this sin if here I must become my owne I dolater 100. Thou fatall Looking-glasse that dost present My selfe to me my owne incendiarie Oh let my eyes in love with their lament Weep themselves out and prove a part of thee This I shall gaine either my shade may fleet Or if it stay I may want eyes to see 't 101. Under this burthen of my love I faint And finde I am with too much plenty poore Wealthy I am in nothing but my want I have and yet O gods want nothing more Mysteriously divided thus I stand Halfe in the water halfe upon the land 102. But sure it cannot be my selfe I love How with my selfe despaire I to agree By one example both must gentle prove If I Narcissus love can he hate me It is no shade then doth my phansie slatter But something that 's divine doth blesse the water 103. Essence of all that 's faire ascend to me To thy
flow'rs unprest his modest forehead view And court his stay the trees and every thing Give him a silent welcome to the spring 27. Amazed what this solitude should meane And wondring at the sound that did invite him So late to that faire desert a new scene With a most curious Arbor doth delight him Who now to please his late surprized eyes Whilst they doe gaze downe on a banke he lies 28. And now does every object shew what spell It hath upon his sences too much sight Deprives him of his eyes a mist doth dwell About 'em and by soft degrees invite The Boy to slumber which glad Eccho spies And while he dreames keeps centry with her eyes 29. In silence she approaches where he lay With his armes chained crosse upon his breast His silken Bonnet slilding did betray A face which all the Nymphs did call the best A Banke his Pillow was the flowers his sheet His Blanket aire the trees his Coverlet 30. Sometimes the winde befriends a tender bough Part of his leavie Canopie which hides The subject of all wonder his white brow And helpes it nearer to obtaine a kisse Which once enjoy'd away the twig doth skip Not daring to be taken at his lip 31. While taller boughes hover about his head And justle one another for their view The humble branches are enamoured And have their short carresses with him too Thus all conspire him severall waies to woe For whose love onely they delight to grow 32. Eccho at every look feeles new desires And wishes that he were Endymion For whom in her most glorious star attires Oft in her night-Gown came the Love-sick Moon To Latmos sacred Hill when for his sake Whilst he did sleep she 'd ever wish to wake 33. But this she soon revokes her love will beare No rivall thoughts no competition The Queen of heaven must have no interest here This Beauties Empire must be all her owne Thus while she all embraceth her desires Conspire but to enlarge her Funerall fires 34. Her eye takes in more flame now than before Gazing improves her loves perfection Whose every part riseth a silent woer And the most taking presence doth put on Sweetly enticing her delighted sence To lose her selfe in every excellence 35. One while shee thinks all but a cozening dream And him but some phantastick mockerie 'T is too much happinesse if he be the same And she the Nymph that she was wont to be If she sleep not who blessed more than she Yet if she dreame awake she 'd never be 36. How could his haire so many finest threds Of gold but make a net to catch her sight How could she trace his brow or see those lids Whose either Ivorie box shut up a light To travellers more chearefull than the starre That ushers in the day but brighter farre 37. She with her danger doth these parts admire But loves 'em more another flame and art May praise her love belongs to her owne fire And is the office proper to her heart But Eccho has not done for she pursues Dangers above what she at distance views 38. Sh' as yet but exercis'd her wondring eye Upon his wealthy cheek his brow his haire Another sense the Nymph will satisfie She thinks his heavenly lips forgotten are Which now she boldly tastes and at first kisse Concludes there is no other heaven but this 39. The lips that will not open to praise his She wishes may be clos'd eternally These freely touch'd are able to entice The Soule to lose its immortality The Gods may boast Ambrosia alone But she feeds on a dew above their owne 40. Oft doth she kisse as often doth she see A fresher blush dye o're his Corall gate Whose close enjayles his tongue and seems to be Asham'd the maid is so insatiate But speake he cannot though she doe him wrong Her doore and his doe double bar his tongue 41. But stay rash Eccho see what thou hast done His lips that kiss'd themselves like two Rose-leaves Grow pale o th' suddaine thy impression Them of their blushing modesty bereaves His bloud will be required of you I feare And see some drops upon your lip appeare 42. And wilt thou still forgetfull Nymph pursue Thy wanton touches all the bloud is gone What of his cheek wilt thou be murtherer too Thinking the others Sanguine thither runne Alas there is but of its owne a-part Feare hath sent back the rest unto his heart 43. Leave shamelesse Eccho leave a little here Another time to enrich thy lip withall For thy owne sake this cruelty forbeare Dost thinke the guilt of such a bloud is small But 't is the last she feares and cannot tell Better than with a kisse to take farewell 44. But use thy freedome I le not blame thee now Thou know'st his stubborne dispostion Hasten thy kisses then and take enow To serve thee for an age ere thou hast done And when thou hast took all but one fore-see Thou bee'st a taking that eternally 45. But Eccho needs no counsell to proceed Fearing too soon Narcissus should awake Shee plies his lips as if to make them bleed Were to restore the colour she did take But marke what followes this offence his eyes Ope by degrees and she thence guilty flies 46. It was a cowardise to steale away Not daring to avouch what she had done Fugitive Lover thou hadst better stay The Boy 's alone and put fresh beautie on Nor dost thou wisely maid pursue thy choise For Eccho seldome goes without a noisr 47. But she is gone and the faire youth is risse Suspitious that he felt some person there Then busily he looks about the trees Whose boughes would guide him on the way to her Directed by the winde at last he found The beauteous Nymph laid carelesse on the ground 48. Amaz'd that such a presence should remaine In such an unfrequented place as this He takes the wisest-counsell of his braine In supposition she some goddesse is And when he had devote submission paid To her this with a trembling voice he said 49. Celestiall dweller sure thou art no lesse Such brightnesse never knew mortalitie Or if thou be'st a mortall I may ghesse There are no gods nor heaven if gods there be Thou dost excell and if a heaven 't is cleare That here it is because thou art not there 50. Yet here it cannot be for I am here Conscious that I am wretched and alone If this be heaven I wish my selfe else-where All joyes inhabit heaven but here are none For if true joy exceed the name of things We must deduce them from the higher springs 51. Where am I then alas I cannot tell Whether in earth or hell if earth it be Then it is both yet can it not be hell For that cannot be capable of thee Beside if Sages doe not hell bely In hell I sure should have more company 52. But I doe walk this Labyrinth alone And this addes to the languish of my heart That in
NARCISSVS OR The Self-Lover By JAMES SHIRLEY Haec olim LONDON Printed for Humphrey Moseley and are to be sold at his shop at the Signe of the Princes Armes in St. Pauls Church-yard MDCXLVI NARCISSVS OR The Selfe-lover 1. FAire Eccho rise sick-thoughted Nymph awake Leave thy green Couch and Canopie of Trees Long since the quiristers o th' wood did shake Their wings and sing to the bright Suns uprise Cay hath wept o're thy Couch and progressed Blusheth to see faire Eccho still in bed 2. If not the Birds who 'bout the Coverts flie And with their warbles charm the neighboring aire If not the Sun whose new Embroiderie Makes rich the leaves that in thy Arbors are Can make thee rise yet Love-sick Nymph away Thy young Narcissus is abroad to day 3. See not farre off Cephisus sonne appeares No Nymph so faire in all Diana's traine When like a huntresse she for chace prepares His Bugle-horne tyed in a silken chaine And mounted on a comely Steed which knowes What weight he carries and more proudly goes 4. Pursue him timerous Maid he moves apace Favonius waits to play with thy loose haire And helpe thy flight see how the drooping grasse Courts thy soft tread thou child of Sound and Aire Attempt and over-take him though he be Coy to all other Nymphs he 'll stoop to thee 5. If thy face move not let thy eyes expresse Some Rhetorick of thy teares to make him stay He must be a Rock that will not melt at these Dropping these native Diamonds in his way Mistaken he may stoop at them and this Who knowes how soon may helpe thee to a kisse 6. If neither love thy beautie nor thy teare Invent some other way to make him know He need not hunt that can have such a Deere The Queen of Love did once Adonis woe But hard of soule with no perswasions won He felt the curse of his disdaine too soone 7. In vaine I counsell her to put on wing Eccho hath left her solitarie Grove And in a Vale the Palace of the spring Sits silently attending for her love But round about to catch his voice with care In every shade and Tree she hid a snare 8. Now doe the Hunts-men fill the aire with noise And their shrill hornes chafe her delighted care Which with loud accents give the wood a voice Proclaiming Parley to the fearefull Deere Shee heares the jolly tunes but every straine As high and musicall she returnes againe 9. Rous'd is the game pursuit doth put on wings The Sun doth shine and guild them out their way The Deere into an o're-growne Thicket springs Through which he quaintly steales his shine away The Hunters scatter but the Boy o're-throwne In a darke part o' th' wood complaines alone 10 Him Eccho lead by her affection found Joy'd you may ghesse to reach him with her eye But more to see him rise without a wound Who yet obscures her selfe behinde some Tree He vext exclaimes and asking where am I The unseen Virgin answers here am I 11. Some guide from hence will no man heare he cries She answers in her passion O man heare I dye I dye say both and thus she tries With frequent answers to entice his eare And person to her Court more fit for love He tracts the sound and findes her odorous Grove 12. The way he trod was pav'd with Violets Whose azure leaves doe warme their naked stalks In their white double Ruffes the Dazies jet And Primroses are scattered in the walkes Whose pretty mixture in the ground declares Another Galaxie emboss'd with starres 13. Two rows of Elmes ran with proportion'd grace Like natures Arras to adorne the sides The friendly Vines their loved Barks embrace While folding tops the checkerd ground-work hides Here oft the tired Sun himselfe would rest Riding his glorious Circuit to the West 14. From hence delight conveyes him unawares Into a spacious green whose either side A Hill did guard whilst with his Trees like haires The Clouds were busie binding up his head The flowrs here smile upon him as he treads And but when he looks up hang downe their heads 15. Not far from hence neare an harmonious Brook Within an Arbour of conspiring Trees Whose wilder Boughes into the streame did look A place more sutable to her distresse Eccho suspecting that her love was gone Her selfe had in a carefull posture throwne 16. But Time upon his wings had brought the Boy To see this lodging of the aery Queen Whom the dejected Nymph espyes with joy Through a small Window of Eglantine And that she might be worthy his embrace Forgets not to new dresse her blubber'd face 17. With confidence she sometimes would go out And boldly meet Narcissus in the way But then her feares present her with new doubt And chide her over-rash resolve away Her heart with over-charge of love must break Great Juno will not let poore Eccho speak 19. Ungentle Queen of heaven why was thy curse So heavie on this Virgin Jove comprest Not her and must her Destinie be worse Then theirs that met her flame thy angry breast Holds not in all the list a blacker doome Better transforme the maid then make her dumbe 20. Thy jealousie was sinne above what she Was guilty of But she is wife to Jove For that in heav'n must there no Justice be Or didst thou finde this cruelty for her love To this coy Lad whom in the Book of Fate Thou didst fore-see thy selfe shouldst love too late 21. Thou tedious to thy selfe not being faire To whom thy wakefull jealousie succeeds A greater curse when mortalls jealous are They 're cur'd to know their faith abus'd what seeds For some act worse than hers grow up in thee At once to doubt and know Joves perjurie 22. But still this Nymph was innocent reverse Thy rash decree repentance is no sinne In heavenly natures but I vaine rehearse Thy story of thy hate it is not in Poore Eccho's pow'r to Court the Boy with more Than smiles or teares and his last breath restore 23. Narcissus now collects his scattered sence He findes himselfe at losse drawne thither by Imagin'd answers to his griefe from whence That he may finde some surer guide he 'll try His Bugle-horne whose found was understood But drew no great compassion from the wood 24. Onely so soon as he dispateh'd the aire At her owne Bow'r Eccho receiv'd the noice Every thing help'd to bring the message neare And the winde proud to wait upon the voice When she return'd a cheerefull answer knew The way agen and with loud musick flew 25. Narcissus glad that such returne was made And flattred by his over-busie eare Was soon directed to the Virgins shade Without a thought to finde a faire Nymph there Nor did he see the maid for she so soone As he appear'd found passage to be gone 26. The Boy inquisitive looks round with feare But could see none to make addresses to Nor observes any print of foot-step there The
this sad consinements I have none Will joyne his misery and take a part I never yet provok'd the high heavens so That they should marke me out alone to woe 53. With many more as late I hunting was In this unlucky wood I know not where I lost my traine ill fortune and the place Conspiring with my horse to leave me there Since when endeavouring my selfe to finde I might as well o're-take and stay the winde 54. Faire goddesse then informe me where I am And with thy kinde and safe direction Convey a lost man thither whence he came Or if not thither to a place more knowne Nay into any other wildernesse There is a path from any place but this 55. Then shall the Nymphs for they affect my name Build thee a glorious Temple for this deed Wherein they shall a stately Altar frame Which shall not with the tender first-lings bleed They shall present fresh Chaplets which their love Shall set on fire and their sighes Incense prove 56. Eccho who all the while attentive sate And heard the musick of his passion But held first pittie due to her owne fate Yet knew not with what art is should be done Rallies her wiser thoughts and while he staies Expecting answer to her selfe she saies 57. What shall poore Eccho doe I want a voice To tell him what I am how I have lov'd Juno thy curse was an unhappy choice Some other punishment thou mightst have prov'd Revoke this cruell doom a power restore To my chain'd tongue I le never aske thee more 58. Meane time like a pale prisoner at the Bar Oppressed more with feare than his owne chaines These of the feet those the head troubles are Suspecting much her silence he complaines In smother'd sighes and 'cause they not prevaile Look and you 'll see a teare is breaking jaile 59. The Nymph in pitty of his griefe put on Her stock of smiles and love in either eye Courts him to shine the Majestie is gone That frighted him and now a frestier dye Dawnes in his cheek and his owne eye so neare New burnisht drew up the complaining teare 60. Eccho now thinking she had won the prize Seeing all clouds cleare up and in his brow The milkie path of heaven agen his eyes Sparkling out heavenly fire which even now Peep't through the brine of sorrow came once more Boldly to kisle her convert Paramour 61. But Eccho mist her aime for he went back And with his hand check'd her unruly one As such addresses did good manners lack She else perhaps might an embrace have stolne Angry he was a second knowledge now Appeares too plaine upon his rugged brow 62. Look how some infant by the Parent beat For having plaid the wanton with her breast Afraid to crie looks pale some pearly wet Swelling to peep out of her watry nest Shrinking his pretty lip hangs downe the head His red to pale his pale converts to red 63. So far'd poore Eccho in this extasie Whose trembling bloud although it had forsook Her cheek was ignorant yet where to be Feare had detrowr'd the beauty of each look And had not some divine reliefe been sent Shee had setled there her owne pale monument 64. But unexpectedly her tongue releast By Juno's owne compassion to the maid whose sufferings in love her wrath appear'd Gave Eccho a new life who thought to have said Within her heart proud boy th' ast done thy worst But found her voice a cleare one as at first 65. Then wisely fearing to have call'd him proud Could be no argument to make him kinde She thought to cure him with a Palinode Saying her heart was of another minde And thought him gentle yet some spirits gain'd Unto the boy thus she at last complain'd 66. Mankinde from henceforth must not nature call An equall mother fondly to bestow Upon thee one her beauties stock her all And others by her empty hand undoe For though not eldest she hath made thee heire And thou above thy numerous brethren faire 67. But too much sweetnesse is ill plac'd upon A stubborne heart A Panther and a Dove Cruell and faire were never meant for one Resigne thy beauty or else put on love Thou wert unkinde Narcissus to deny Thy selfe the office of a courtesie 68. What was a kisse the rape of such a Treasure What Tyrant were he Judge would call a sin Thou canst not loose thy lip but finde a pleasure Come let us now though late loves warre begin And meet me boldly for one kisse of thine I le give a thousand Lov's Exchequers mine 69. If thou bee'st scrupulous I will not pay Thou shalt have halfe in earnest if thou please Or if not so I aske no longer day To number the whole summe before I cease And at the totall if thy lip repine I le trebble all to have one more of thine 70. But whither doth suspition draw thy eye Thou maist commit thy selfe to silent Groves The listning Trees grooms of my chamber be This Aire close Secretary to our loves Be not too coy then to receive a kisse Thou mightst have kist me twenty times'ere this 71. Come sit thee downe upon this banke a while And let us sport as other lovers doe The heav'n in gold the earth in green doth smile My heaven on earth prethee doe thou so too Unwreath thy armes and with an amorous twine Girdle my waste whilst I in circle shine 72. My shady Province wall'd about with trees The wealthy currents that devide the Land Shall give up all their treasure to thy eyes Pleasure it selfe shall spread at thy command Her most desired soule and thou as free As aire shalt move and share all blisse with me 73. If thou wilt hunt the Lion and the Pard Shall Every morne unto the Chace invite thee The Boare and Panther when thou art prepar'd Shall play before thy Speare and never fright thee Bleed any Beast hunt what thou likest most All wilde shall tame before thee as thou go'st 74. See how the trees bow their exalted heads And not a shrub but signe of gladnesse beares Which else would shrinke into their Earthy beds Or through their Barke break out in gummy teares And for thy absence weep out all their Rinde Proud if they have for thee their soule resign'd 75. The Winde thy Herald flies about the Groves Aloud proclaiming thee the wood-Nymphs King Snatching up odours as be whistling roves At thy hand to unlade them from his wing The Silvans friske about while Nymphs prepare A Rosie Garland to o're-top thy haire 76. Shepheards shall all the day new pastimes spring A Maske of Satyrs shall beguile the night The choisest Birds shall to the Anticks sing The slarres grow brighter to behold the sight Yet these but shadowes of the mirth wee 'll prove If thou wilt stay and be thy Eccho's love 77. I have a Cloister over-looks the Sea Where every morning we secure from feare Will see the Porpise and the Dolphins play And all the wonders
acceptance I present my heart Let not these elements our prisons be I in a fire and thou in water art O let a friendly kisse as we two meet From thy coole water rise t' allay my heat 104. This said Narcissus doth his hold secure And with intention to receive a kisse His lip descends to meet the other there But hence his expectation cousned is For touching but the superficies Hee did too soon the frighted Image leese 105. Th' offended water into Circles ran And with their motion so disturb'd the place The Lover could not see himselfe againe Then doth he call aloud unto this face Thou bright-beam'd star oh whither art thou gone But newly shewne thy head and set so soon 106. Or if a Comet thou hadst spent thy light The matter gone should feed thy flaming haire Thou art mistaken thy unnaturall flight Is heaven all Meteors to the earth repaire Where I now mourne thy absence But I feare I have some way prophan'd the waters here 107. What God soever doth this Fountaie owe Forgive me and you Naiades that lâ—ve Your tresses here trust me I did not know What sacred power or President you have My mother was a Nymph Lyriope Oh for her 〈◊〉 some kinde one pitty me 108. Forgive disturbed water my rude touch 'T was not to rob thee of the smallest drop In penitentiall teares I le pay as much As there can hang upon my lips cold top O calme thy brow then let thy frownes declare Themselves at once finite and Circular 109. In thy smooth bosome once more let me pray A sight of that sweet figure I adore Unlesle to heaven return'd some other way And if it be 't is not so farre before But I can dye and off this flesh Robe burl'd I le overtake it in the other world 110. Now doth each swelling Circle gently haste To be dissolv'd and spread themselves to aire No polish'd Marble seem'd more smooth and fast The Boy takes this a fruit of his owne prayer Yet ' ere he thank'd the gods he thought it fit To see his love and seen forgot them quite 111. Fearing to be depriv'd agen he woes As every sillable 〈…〉 a life A sigh at every clamorous period goes With greater noise then it but no reliefe His aire of tongue and breast thus spent a look Presents their 〈◊〉 doubled in the brook 112. But all in vaine the face he saw before Is in the same il'-shewing silence drest Chang'd to more sad but not oneaccent more Deafe as the streame and now he beats his breast Condemn'd agen to his more haplesse thought He had but all this while his shadow sought 113. This multiplies his griese into despaire Since his owne Image doth procure the fire And nothing left in nature to repaire His vext affections that now grow higher That face his owne or whose so e're was that Which took him first to unlove is too late 114. He beckens to the figure that replies Taught by his postute how to call him thither To lift him from the water then he tries But when their white hands should have met together A new distraction fell upon the streame And his because alone thenes weeping came 115. When he to beare that company le ts fall More teares than would have made another spring Till griefe had not another drop to call Though to have cur'd his eyes but will this bring The loved shade agen No every teare Was both his owne and t' others murderer 116. But more then this must be Narcissus borne As a revenge for many Nimphes that lov'd And dy'd upon the torture of thy scorne And see his eyes that once so charming mov'd Do loose their beames and hasten to be dead In their owne hollowes borne and buried 117. See what a dotage on himselfe hath sent That brow that challeng'd late the snow for white Veines that were made to shame the Firmament The cheek that so much wonder drew to it The voice when tun'd to love might gods entice To change for earth their immortalities 118. All all is vanish'd Nemesis have yet Some pitty let him live he faints he dies 'T were safer for the Boy himselfe to hate Then if he love to pay so deare a price He did but love himselfe and if he die That loves propose the haters destinie 119. But Nemesis irrevocable doom Must be obey'd though Eccho late repent Who with a murmuring pace unseen was come To mourne for his and her owne punishment His groanes had thrild her soule and at his death She comes to catch his fare-well taking breath 120. And as a glimmering Taper almost spent Gasping for moisture to maintaine its fire After some darke contâ—â—â—â—â—s doth present A short-liv'd blaze and presently expires So he collecting ebbing Nature cryes Oh youth belov'd in vaine farewell and dyes 121. Farewell poore Eccho did repeat and fled With what wings sorrow sent t' embalme the boy But looking carefully to finde the dead She miss'd the shadow of her livelesse joy His body vanish'd by what mysterie Convey'd not found by her inquiring eye 122. But in the place where he did disappeare Out of the ground a lovely flower betrayes His whiter leaves and visibly did reare His tufted head with Saffron-colour'd rayes Upon a smooth stemme all this beauty growes This change to heaven the lost Narcissus owes 123. Eccho with wonder turnes a Statue now Yet not an idle figure for her eyes From her darke swelling springs doe over-flow Having no pow'r to check them as they rise She thus presents a fountaine as she were Meant to refresh the new-borne Tulip there 124. To which after some truce with teares she sayes Art thou a pledge for the sweet Boy I lov'd Oh take a voice tell by what aërie wayes The choisest flower of nature is remov'd If in the blessed shades I can make room Through death to meet him in Elysium 125. Assume the wings of love Eccho away Unto the Stigian Lake goe follow him There thou maist finde him on a banke of Clay Eying himselfe upon the waters brim The sooty gods enamoured on him are And round about him on his beautie stare 126. But since he was unkinde alive to me I must despaire to meet his love in death And this remaining flower another He Shall be preserv'd with my best use of breath And though the obstinate deserv'd to dye I will be just and love his memorie 127. But since his curse though just upon his pride Hath made him this example for his sin Never shall dreame ease my distracted head Sleep shall forget his office and within Darkes shades shut up from all societie In Rocks or Caves I le undiscovered lye 128. And to redeem the shame my folly had Contracted by preposterous woing man Whose bolder nature was in order made To Court our Sex Juno take back againe Thy gift from henceforth Eccho will returne But their owne words sent back againe in scorne 129. This said she walketh to the fountaines side Where she no sooner did the streame survey But her owne shadow in the glasse she spi'd And cryed some other witch-craft did betray That heavenly boy ô perish in some wave Be drown'd for ever since thou wouldst not save 130. It is not thee I seek open thou streame And shew me where that fairer Strumpet is That from whose sight the Boies infection came And from poore Eccho did her soule entice Will no charme call it back poore Eccho then Here cease to be the scorne of Gods and men 131. With that impatient she threw her weight Into the tempting stream where now we leave her Whom the proud waters did imprison strait Yet of her voice they did not quite bereave her For when I ask'd aloud is she not dead Not dead distinctly the Nymph answered Of Eccho now no more remaines to tell But that I her and she bid me farewell FINIS