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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A14917	Faunus and Melliflora or, The original of our English satyres. Iohn Weeuer	Weever, John, 1576-1632.; Horace. Satires. 1. English.; Persius. Works. Satire 1. English.; Juvenal. Satura 1. English.	1600 (1600)	STC 25225; ESTC S111634	29,966	72

FAVNVS and Melliflora OR THE ORIGINAL of our English Satyres Iohn Weeuer Sit voluisse Sat valuisse LONDON Printed by Valentine Simmes 1600. TO THE RIGHT Valorous and excellent accomplisht Gentleman Maister Edward Stanley of Winwicke Esquire all fortunes sutable to the auncient woorth of the Stanleyes HOwsoeuer most bounteous Sir this subiect which I present may be either disagreeing to your disposition or being but a Shepheards lowly pastorall farre vnworthie so worthie a Patron yet the willingness of my soule to shew some signe of good will to my countrymen enforceth mee to consecrate my cheefest studies to the setting forth of their admired vertues which considered I doubt not but your Worship with curtesie will accept my rusticke inciuilitie and with fauourable Patronage pardon my wood-borne imperfections Yours in all Iohn Weeuer Of the Author THe Greeke Comadian fitly doth compare Poets to Swannes for both delitious Both in request both white both pretious are Both sing alike and both melodious I but the swanne remaineth dumbe so long As though her Musike were too good to spend That so at last her soule-enchanting song Is but a funerall dirge to her end Weeuer herein aboue the Swanne I praise Which freely spends his sweete melodious dittie Now in the budding of his youthful daies Delightsome pleasant full of Art and wittie Yet heauens forbid he should be neare his death Though like the dving Swanne he sweetly breath M. D. In Laudem Authoris TExuit eximio Weuerus carmina cult● Texui● magni grande stuporis opus● Si peterem meritis meritas expromere laudes Vox raucisset iners arida penna foret Te decorat Pallas te lauro cinxit Apollo ●e gaudent Charites ●●eridum●ue chorus Dum cupimus musis vestras mulcere camaenas F●ndimus in pelagi flumina flumen inops R. H. MEthinks I heare some foule-mouth'd Memus say What haue we here a shepheards roundelay More loue-truks yet will this geare neuer end But slight lasciuious toyes must still bee pend Content thee M●mus thou hast lost thy sight For this is neither vaine obsceane nor slight If for to write o' Loue and Loues delights Be not fit obiects for the grauer sights Then stil admired Chaucer thou maist rue And write thy auncient stories all anew And that same Fayry Muse may rise a●aine To blot those works that with vs do remaine Then feare not Weeuer let thy Muse go on Thy ma●den Muse thy chaste Endimeon To blazon forth the loue of shepheard swaines As well in Cottage as in Court Loue raines And whosoeuer shall chance thy booke to see In it shall reade ripe wit sweet Poetrie I. F. FAunus a siluan god and Mellislora A sacred Nymph that vsde among the woods Rose euery morning with the bright Aurora To gather garlands made of musk-rose buds In loue they liude long and in loue they dide O wonder not that gods and Nymphes can perish Obliuion buried them in their chiefe pride So all men die whom no sweete Muse doth cherish This Aesculapius by his cunning pen Reuines the dead from their obscured graue Such sacred skill hath Art unspir'd in men And such a sweete reuiuing may I haue All Poets with greene Luirell crowne his head Whose pen makes liue such as haue long bin dead T. H. To the true fauorite of Heroicall Poetry M. Thomas Bromley of Deeresolde Esquire SIth that the Author and the Authors pen At thy command are both as much as mine Thou maist demand and iustly wonder then Aboue all other why this booke is thine Or why this Poem to a Poet send J Whose quicke inuention iudgement learning wit Wil soone perceiue and see wherein offend I And where I might more scholler-like haue writ The Sunne guides altogether yet alone And singular the seate is of the Sunne To celebrate and praise all is not one I striue to stirre before I stirre to runne And Mellifl●ra for the name is meete For thee whose pen is slower and honnie sweete I. W. FAVNVS and Melliflora VVHen Ioue ambitious by his former sinnes From him al Muses so my Muse beginnes Deposde his Syre Saturnus from the throne And so vsurpt the Diadem alone Some higher power for aged Saturne stroue Gaue him a gift which angred lust-stung loue A louely boy whose beautie at his birth Made poore the heau'ns to enrich the earth When Ioue no beautie in the heauens found Was he not angry yea and to the ground Sent Mercurie to wooe a shepheards swaine Whilst he himselfe came in a showre of raine Whose drizling drops fell into Danaes lappe Which to receiue maides wil receiue such happe She held hir skirt Ioue such abundance powred Twentie to one but Dance was deflowred His name was Pycus yet surnam'd the Faire Whom Circe chaunted in her scorne-gold haire Whom Ladies lou'd and loued of so many The wood-Nymphes woo'd him yet not won of any Till Canens came who when she gan to sing The ayrie Bird would hoouer with her wing To heare her notes for Canens she was call'd Of singing sweete and Pycus heart enthrall'd Not married long but Canens did enioy Of fairest father farre more faire a boy That heau'n earth in bringing forth these two Made a great bragge that so much they could do Faunus a boy whose amber-stragling haires So strangely trammeld all about his eares The crispe disheuel'd playing with the winde Among the thickest neuer way could finde But sweetest flowers would leape from Floraes lap And so themselues within his tresses wrap That glad he was those lockes those lockes alone Those lockes that lockt in bondage many one With carelesse art or artlesse care infolde And draw them in a coronet of golde If bashfulnesse enveloped his face A prettie palenesse damask't such sweet grace Like Daisie with the Gilliflower distill'd Or Roses on a bed of Lillies spill'd Or rather when the wood-Nimphs gazing stood Loue like a tyrant therein threatned blood His eies were such my Muse yet hardly can Emblazon forth the beutie of a man My dullard muse to sing it may suffize Of his rich coate he wore in wondrous guize The ground whereof was veluet white as snow Reaching vnto the ankles downe below With buttons made of Diamonds vpon Such as our knights of th' order first put on Vpon the left side it no fastning had But on the right side with a pearle staide Vpon th one shoulder where the two ends met Were both together with a iewell set On top whereof in liuely forme did stand Great Hercules with distaffe in his hand To euery seame were fastned ribonings With stories wrought of Emperours and Kings And at each ribbon hung a pretious stone Loues chiefe disport consists in these alone Which were faire Ladies costly Amatists Tide to the tender small leau'de ozear twists That so they might his ribbons enterlace When he pursude the nimble Hart in chace And she grew prowd and held the rest in scorne That knew her fauour by yong Faunus worne