limbs To the billowes that beats him so 'T is said that thus he â—pake Spare me while I to Hero go Drown me where I come back LEANDER to HERO THy love Leander wisheth thee all heaâ—th Hero which I had rather being my self For if the rough Seas had more calmer been From Abydos to Sestos I would swim 〈◊〉 the fates smile upon our love then I Do know thou wilt read my lines willingly This paper-messenger may welcome be 〈◊〉 thou had'st rather have my company But the fates frown and will not suffer me As I was us'd to swim unto thee The skie is black the seas are rough alas â—o that no ship or Barke from home dare passe 〈◊〉 one bold Ship-master went from our Haven To whom this present Letter I have given And had come with him but the â—â—ydiâ—us stay'd Upon their watch-towers while the Anchor way'd For presently they would have me descri'd And discern'd our love which we seek to hide Forth with this Letter I did write and so I said unto it happy Letter go This is thy happiness thou must understand That Hâ—ro shall receive thee with her hand And perhaps thou shalt kisse her rosy lips While with her teeth the Seal she open rips Having spoken these words then my right hand after Did write these words upon this silent Paper But I do wish that my right hand might be Not us'd in writing but to swim to thee It is more fit to swim yet I can write My mind with ease and happily indite Seven nights are past which seem to me a year Since first the Seas with stormes inraged were These nights seem'd long to me I could not sleep To think the Sea should stil his roughnesse keep Those Torches which on thy Tower burning be I saw or else I thought that I did see Thricâ—e I put off my cloaths and did begin Three times to make tryal if I could swim But swelling seas did my desire oppose Whose rising billowes o're my face o'rt flowes But Borâ—as who art the fiercest wind Why thus to crosse me doâ—st thou bend thy mind Thou dost not storm against the Seas but me Hadst thou not been in love what woulst thou be Though thou art cold yeâ— once thou dâ—d'st approve Oriâ—â—â— who did warm thy heart with love And would'st â—ave vexed if with Orithya fair Thy passage had been hindred through the air O spare me then and calm thy blustring wind Even so mayâ—t thou from Aroâ—us favour find But I perceive he murmers at my prayer And still the seas are rough and stormy are I wish that Daedalus would give wâ—ngs to mâ— Thâ—ough the Icarâ—â—n seas not far off be Where Icaruâ— did fall when he did proffer To fly too high let me the same chance suffer While flying hrough the air to thee I come As through the waâ—er I have often swom But since both wind and seas deny to me My passage think how I fiâ—â—t came to thee It was at â—hat time when night doth begin Th' remembrance of past pleasures pleasure bring When I who was Amans which we translate A Lover stole out of my Fathers Gate And having put off all my cloaths straightway My arms through the moiâ—â— seas cut their way The Moon did yeild a glimmering light to me Which all the way did bear me company I looking on her said some â—avour have Towards me and think upon the Latmian Cave O favour me for thy Endâ—mâ—â—ns sake Prosper this stollen journey which I take A mortals love made thee come from thy Spheare And she I love is like a goddess fair For none unlesse that she a goddess be Can be so vertuous and so fair as she Nay none but Venus or thy self can be So fair view her if you 'l not credit me For as thy silver beams do shin more brâ—ght Than lesser streams which yeild a dimmer light Even so of all fair ones she is rarest And Cynthia cannot doubt but she 's the fairest When I thâ—se words or else the like had said My passage through the Sea by night I made The Moonâ— bright beams were in tâ—e water seen And 't was as light as if it day had been No noise nor voice unto my ears did come But the murmurâ— of the water when I swom Only the Aâ—cyons for lov'd â—eyx sake Seemed by night a sweet complaint to make But when my Arms to grow tyr'd did Begin Vnto the top of the waves I did spring But when I saw thy Torch O then quoth I Where that fire blazeth my fair love doth lye For that same shore said I doth her contain Who is my goddesse my fire and my flame These words to my Arms did such strength restore Me thought the Sea grew caâ—mer then before The coldnesse of the waves I seem'd to scorn For love did keep my amorous heart still warm The neerer I came to the shore I find The greater courage and moâ—e strength of mind But when I could by thee discern'd be Thou gav'st me courage by looking on me Tâ—en to please thee my Mistriss I begin To spread my arms abroad and strongly swim Thy Nurse from leapâ—ng down could scarce stay thee This without flattery I did also see And though she did restrain thee thou didst come Down to the shoâ—e and to the wavâ—s didst run And to imbrace and kisse me didst begin â—he gods to get such kisses sure would swim And thy own garments thou wouldst put on me Drying my hair which had been wet at Sea What past besides the Tower and we do know And Torch which through the sea my way did show The joyes of that night we no more can count Then dâ—ops of water in the Hellespont And because we had so little time for pleasure We us'd our time and did not wast our leasure But when Aurora rose from Tiâ—bons bed And the morning star shew'd his glistering head Thâ—n we did kisse in hast and kisse again And that the night was past we did complain When thy Nurse did me of the â—ime inâ—oâ—m Then from thy Tower I to the shore return With tears we parted and then I beg'n Back through the Hellespont again to â—wim And while I swom I shouâ—d look back on thee As far as I could the sweet Hero see And if you will believe me when I do come Hither unto thee then me thought I swom But when from thee again I returnâ—d back I seem'd like one that had suffer'd ship wrack To my home I went unwillingly again My City 'gainst my will doth me contain Alas why should we be by seas disjoyn'd Since that love hath united us in mind Since we bear such affection to each other Why should not we in one land dwell together In Sestâ—s or Abydos dwell with me Tâ—y countrey pleaseth mee as mine doth thee VVhy should the rough seas thus perplex our minds VVhy should we be parted by cruel winds The Dolphins with our love acquainted grow The fish by often swiming doth
Loves arrow hath so wounded my soft breast That it unto the very bone hath peire'd My sister truly propheciâ—d of me That with loves arâ—ow I should wounded be Then since sweet Hâ—lâ—â— 't is ordainâ—d by fate That I should love thee pity my estate Do not contemn my love but my â—uâ—t heare So may the gods attend unto thy prayer If thou wilt let me lye with thee to night More I could say that should breed thy delight To wrong thy husband so art thou asham'd Or that thy marriage bed should be so stain'd O Helen thou a country conâ—cience hast Dost thou imagine to be fair and chast Either change thy bâ—auty oâ— more loving be For beauty is a foe to Chastity Venus doth love Loves â—â—ol en fruit to gather And Jupiter scapes did make him tâ—y father Then how can'st thou be chast if thou take after Jupiter and Leda Thou art thei daughter May'st thou be châ—st when thou to Troy art brought And for thy rape may I be held in fault Let 's not offend and after mend our life When as Venus promised thou art my wife Besideâ— thy husbands actions do commend The same to thee who that he might be-friend His guest absents himself to give us leasure And opportunity to enjoy pleasure To go to Creâ—te he thought it time most fit O he 's a Man of a honourable wit Which at his departure was well exprest When he bid thee use well his Trojan guest Thy absent husbands will thou dost neglect Thou tak'st no care of me nor me affect Being so senselesse thinkest thou that he Can prize thy beauty or else value thee He cannot for if he had known the danger He had not bid thee be kind to a stranger Although my words nor love cannot move thee Let us improve this opportunity Then thy husband our selves shall shew more folly If we loose time through bashfull melancholly To be thy paramour he offer'd me Make use then of his weak simplicity For thou dost lye alone and so do I ' â—were better if we did together lye Let us injoy our selves for I do say Midnights sport yeilds more pleasure than the day Then thou shalt have fair promises of me And I will bind my selfe to marry thee For I do vow if that thou canst beleive me For one nights lodging iâ—le a Kingdome give thee And if thou canâ—st but so beleiâ—ing be Unto my Kingdome thou shalt go with me That thou followed'st me it shall not be thought For I alone will bear the blame and fault As Thesâ—us did my actions shall be such And his example may thee neerely touch For Theseus did carry thee away Castor and Pollux so did also stray And I will be the fourth my love 's as ample To thee and I will follow their example My Trojan Fleet for thee doth ready stay And when you please we soon may sail away Thou in Troy City shalt live as a Queen Ador'd as if thou had'st some goddesse been And wheresoever thou dost please to be The people shall offer sacrifice to thee Thy kindred and the Trojans shall present Gifts unto thee with humble complement I cannot here describe thy happinesse Far above that my Letter doth express Let not the fear of Wars thy thoughts amaze Or that all Greece will straight great forces raise To fetch thee back who have they fetcht again Beleive me those fears are but fond and vaine The Thracians Orythia took away Yet no wars after troub'ed Thracia Iâ—son from Colchos brought away Medea And yet no wars did wast Thessalia Phaedra and Ariadne stollen were By Theseus yet Minos made no warre Dangers may seem far greater than they are And fear may be without all ground of fear Suppose too if you please wars should ensue yet I by force their forces could subdue My Country can to yours yeild equal forces For it hath store of men and store of horses Nor can your husband Menelaâ— shew More valiant courage than Paris can do For when I was but a young stripling I Did rescue our flocks from the Enemy VVho did intend to drive away them alâ— VVhereon they did me Alexander call And of Ilioâ—eus and Deiphobus I VVhen I was young did get the victory And as in single combate I plaid my part So with my bow I could hit any mark And I know Mâ—nâ—lau was not suâ—h A forward youth nor could he do so much Besides Hectâ—r's my Brother who may stand In account of Souldiers for a whole band My strength and forces are unknown to thee Nor knowest thou what a husband I shall be And therefore either no wars shall ensue Or Trojan forces shall the Greekâ— subdue Yet I could be â—ontent â—or such a wife To fight there 's credit in a noble strife Besides if al the world should fight for thee Thou shalt be famous to posterity Sweet Heleâ— then consent to go with me what I have promis'd shall performed be The Argument of the sixteenth Epistle HElena having read Paris his Epistle in her answer seems at first offended and chides him and for modesties sake objects against his perswasions proving them idle but so that she rather gives then takes away encouragement from him to proceed in his suit thereby shewing a womans crafty wit according to that of Ovid in his Art of Love 〈…〉 triâ—tis Quaeque rogat ne se sollicitare velis Quod rogat illatimet quod non rogat optat ut iâ—stes In sequere c. At first pehaps her Letter will be sowre And on thy hopâ—s her paper seem to lowre In which she will conjure thee to be mute And charge thee to forbear thy hated suit Tush what she most forwarnes she most desires In frosty woods are hid the hottest fires At last she seems to consent to Paris desire advising him as a more safe and honest course not to write his desire but impart his mind to her waiting-maids Clymene and Athra he dealing with them so farre prevailed that he brought both Helena and them to Troy HELENA'S Answer to PARIS SInce thy wanton â—etter did my eyes infect When I did read it why should I neglect To answer it Since to answer it can be No breach of chastity at all in me What bâ—ldnesse was it in thee thus to break All Lawes of hospitatlity and to speak Thus by your Letter therby for to move My affection and solicite me for love Didst thou on purpose saile into our Port That thou might'st wooe me and with fair words court And had not we power to avoid this danger And shut our Palace gaâ—e against a straâ—ger Who dost requite our love with injury Didst thou come as a gueâ—â— or enemy I know my just complaint will seem to thee To proceed from rudenesse and rusticâ—ty Let me seem rude so I preserve my â—ame And keep my honour free from spot or slain Although my countenance be not sad or sowre Though with bent brows I do not sit and lowre yet I
joy and love is coming now Or think'st thou that his friends watch him that he Is hindred so from coming unto me Dost thou 〈◊〉 think that he even now begins To put off his cloaths and annoint his limbs yes sayes my old Nurâ—e who did strive to keep Time with her head while she did nodding sleep And senselesse of all love car'd not though I Did want thy kisses and sweet company Then I should say to her a little after Now I do think â—e's in swiming through the water And having drawn my threed forth I would say Now I do think he is in the middle way Then I look'd forth and feaâ—fully dâ—d pray The w'nd would favour thee upon the way Sometimes I listned unto every voice Thinking thou wert come if I heard a noise Thus I would spend most of the night till sleep Upon my weary eyes by stealth did creep And sometimes thou sleep'st with me in my dreâ—m And art come though â—o come thou dost not mâ—an And now methinks that in my dream I see Thee swmming now thou art imbracing me And now to cloath thy wet limbes I do strive And in my warm bosome do thee revive And other things I dream of which must be Concealed at this time for modesty For that which in the doing pâ—eas'd us well yet being done it is a shâ—me to tell But woe is me these pleasures are soon done For when thy dream doth vanish thou are gone O let us at the length more firmly meet That our joyes may be real and moâ—e sweet VVhy have I lain so many nights from thee And why doâ—â— thou delay to swim to me Though the Seas yet for swiming unfit are yet yester night the winds more calmer were And why didst thou then fear to come to me VVhy didst not use that opporâ—unity Though you have another season yet at least Because this was the first this was the best The ficle sea doth quickly change her face But thou canst swim it in a little space And suppose winds and storms should keep thee here VVhile I imbrace thee thou needst nothing fear Then I would have the winds blow high enough And I would pray the seas might still be rough But why dost thou the winds and Seas now fear VVhich formerly by thee despised were For I remember thou didst swim to me VVhen the Seas were as rough as now they be VVhen I did wish thee not so rash to be Lest thy rashness should make me weep â—or thee But where is all thy courage now become Who through the Hellespont hast often swom Yet do not thou such rash adventures make But when the sea is calm thy journey take If thou dost love me still as thou dost write And that our flame of love burns clear and bright I fear not winds so much that crosse my mind As that thy love should prove sicle as wind Or that thou think'st me unworthy to enter Such dangers and for my sake to adventure And sometimes I am very much afraid Lest thou of Abydos scorn'st a Sestâ—n maid But it would gâ—â—eve me more then all the rest If thou shouldst love another Sweet-heart best Or if some Harlots armes should thee Embrace While that her new love doth the old displace O may I dye before that I do see My self in such a manner wrong'd by thee yet do I not write this becauâ—e that I From thee or fame have cause of jealousie yet still I fear who can securely love For absence doth often suspition move Those lovers are happy that present are And know when to be Jealous when not to fear We vainly fear and slight true injuries And nourish in our breast fond jealousies O would st thou come or else would I might find No woman hinders thee but the fierce wind Which when I know believe me I shall die VVith griâ—f to think upon thy injury For if that thou hâ—dst a desire to send Me to my grave thou might'st before offend But thou wilt not offend my fears are vain I know the winters stormes do thee detain VVoe's me the billowes do go rough and high And obscure clouds do darken all the sky Or Helles Mother makes the sea waves weep While they her Daughters obsequies do keep Or Iunâ— her step motâ—er now doth please Chang'd to a goddesse â—huâ— to vex the seas This â—ea unto young maids uâ—kind doth prove It drowned Hellâ— and doth câ—osse my love If Neptune his own love had call d to mind Our love had not been câ—ost so by the wnd It is no fable that thou didst approve Of fair Amyâ—nons and her didst love Alcyone and Ceyce th Sweet hearts were And Mâ—dusa before she had snaky hair Laodice and Celaeno Plejades And many I have read of besides these O Nâ—ptunâ— thou these Sweet-hearts had'st in store As Poets do report and many more Since thou so oft the forcâ— of love didst prove Why still from commâ—ng dost thou stay my love Spare us let stormes rage in the Ocean wide The Sea dotâ— two parts of the world divide For thee to tosse great ships it is most meet Or express thy rage in scattering a Fleet. To distuâ—b these seas can no glory be Or to hinder a young man would swim to me For know Leandeâ— nobly is descended Not from Vlysses ill of thee befriended Preserve us both for while that he doth swim He 's in the water but my life 's in him But now my candle by whose watchful light As it stood by me I these lines did write began to sparkle at that very time Which he did take to be a happy signe And my Nurse put wine to it to maintain The Lampâ— and cherish the reviving flame Sayes she here will be strangers I do think To morrow and with these words she doth drink Leander come and let our number be Increas'd for I do love thy company Leander unto thy own love return For why should I still lye alone and mourn Thou hast no cause thus fearfull still to be Venus will calm the sea and favour thee Sometimes to wade through the sea I begin But this sea hath to women fatall bin For Iason over it in safety came But a woman give to these seas their name If thou fear'st thou should'st want strength to performe This double labour to come and return Let us in the midst of the sea both meet And with a kisse each other kindly greet Then to our Cityes both return again This would some comfort be though it were vain I would that we had no regard of Fame Which makes us love in secret nor of shame For love and fearfullnesse do ill agree That perswades to pleasure this to modesty When that young Iason did to Colchos come He bore away Medea with him soon Soon as Paâ—is to Lacedemon came He straight returned with his prey again Thou com'st to me but leavest me behind And swim'st when ships can scarce a passage find But my Leanâ—er have a care
mayst restore us both to health Which if thou gâ—ant when the Trumpets proclaâ—m Diana's solemn sacraâ—ice again I 'le offer a golden Apple and on it These two verses shall be most fairly wâ—it Acâ—ntius thâ—s Apple offer'd to testiâ—y The gods the words writ in 't did ratify Lest a longer Letter try tâ—ee being weake I have but one word more to write or speak And in the usuall way as all can tell I will conclude my letter here Farewell The Argument of the twentieth Epistle WHen Cydippe understood that offended Diana had inflicted this Feaver on her she condescended to Acontius desire against her parents will rather than to endure the torment of her sicknesse First sâ—e answers that she durst not â—ead his Epistle aloud lest he should be deceived with the fallacy of an oath as she was in reading the lines writ on the Apple Then amplifying the deceit of that Apple she â—ovies against Acontius CYDIPPE to ACONTIUS IN silence I thy Letter read for fear Lest unawares I by the gods should swear I think again thou would'st have cosened me But that I have promised my self to thee I read it lest if I unkind should seem Diana should have more offended been Though to Diana I do incense offer yet she defends that wrong which thou didst proffer And if I may give credit unto thee For thy sake â—he with sickness visits me Vnto Hâ—ppolytus she was not so kind For at her hand more favour thou dost find A Virgin of a Virgin should take care Althoâ—gh I have not long to live I fear I am sick yet the causes of my grief Physicians know not nor can yeild releif How sick am I while I these lines do writ I scâ—rce can 〈◊〉 within my bed upwright I fear lest any but my Nurse should find That we by Letters do exchange our mind To visitants while she the dore doth keep To give me time to write she sayes I sleep When this colour the matter cannot hide Lest by sleeping too long truth be discri'd If some â—ome who to deny 't is unfitting She gives me then a famed sign by spitting Then I break off and lest it should be spy'd In my trembling bosome the Letter hide When they are gone then I do write again Thus in the midst of pains I take great pain Which did'st thou deserve I could undertake Then thou deserv'st I 'le do more for thy sake For thy sake I this sicknesse do sustain And for thy imposture thus punisht am And thus my beauty which did please thy sight Hath hurt thy self by yeilding thee delight If I had appear'd deformed unto thee No sickness had procur'd my misery Praise is my ruin and while you both woe me 'T is my own beauty that doth thus undo me And while both will not yield both will be mine you hinder his desire he hinders thine I am like a ship the wind drives amain To Sea but stâ—ong tides drive it back again My marriage day which my Parents would see Is at hand but a feaver troubleth me And while the thought of martiage doth me mock Death even at my door begins to knock Which though I am not guilty makes me fear Soâ—e of the gods with me offended are Some think my sickness hath but cauâ—ual been Or the Gods would not have me marry him And that thou may'st no think fame doth detect thee For poisoning of my self they do suspect me The cause is hide but yet my grief lies open you do contend but I with grief am broken Tell me and do not unkindly reject me What is thy hate if thy love doth afflict me If sâ—ch thy love be love thy enemy But I intreat thee that thou would'st spare me What hope to obtain my love canst thou cherish When thou do'st let me by a feaver perish If to Diana thou do'st pray in vain Why do'st thou â—oast what thou canst not obtain Either thou canst not Diana pacifie If thou canst but are unmindfull of me I would that I â—ad Delos never known At least at that time had not to it gone My ship unhappily did sail that day And through the blew seas cut her fatal way Unluckily out of my house I did slip When I did go aboard my fainted ship Twice the winds â—o our sailes contrary were yet now I think on 't the winds did stand fair It was a fair wind that did drive me back That my unhappy journey I might slack Would it had been contrary to my mind But t is folly to complain 'gainst the wind For famous Delos I desire to see Me thought my ship sail'd slowly under me Iâ—â—id the Oars because that they did fail And we thought they put out too little sail Having pass'd Tenos and Andros the white Cliffes of fair Delos came within my sight And to the Isâ—e I said why do'st me shun Do'st still store in the Sea 'las thou hast done I landed when the Sun had run his course And began to unyoak his purple horse Next day when in the East they harnes'd were My mother bid me combe and dress my hair She gave me Rings my hair with gold she drest And put on me apparell of the best To the gods of tâ—e Island we did dispense Our guiâ—ts and offered yellow frankinsence And while my Mother bedewing with bloud The smoaking Altar sacraficing stood My caâ—efull Nurse led me another way While she and I through sacred places stray We walk about while we admired there The gifts of Kings and Images there were We admir'd Apollos Altar and the tree That help'd Latâ—na in child delivery And all that had in Delos famous been We saw and more than yet hath mention'd been And here Acontius thou dost cast a look On me conceiving I might be soon took I return'd to Diana's Temple that hath Fair steps and what place ought to be more safe Thou threw'st an Apple for me with this verse Which I was ready again to rehearse My Nurse took 't up and wondring wished me To read it so I read thy treachery When to this word of marriage I came I felt that both my cheeks did blush for shame And when my eyes had serv'd thy turn to read These lines I looked down and hung my head But yeâ— what glory hast thou got theâ—eby To deceive a Maid is no victory I stood not with my Axe and bucler there As Pâ—athâ—silea did at Troy appear No gold belt from me thou did'st bear away Like that was taken fâ—om Hyâ—pollâ—ta Then why should'st thou rejoyce to â—ave betray'd By thy deceitful wâ—rds a harmlesse Maid An Apple deceiv'd Aâ—alanta and Cyâ—ippe Thou shalt another Hippoâ—enes be But if that wanton Boy did thee enflame VVhose quiver thou saist doth Loves shasts contain VVhy did'st thou not in honest sort come to me And not strive to deceive me but to woe me Why did'st thou not by words thy worth express To gain my love while thou didst love professe Why didst thou seek to
by the wind Even so the flame of love doth fire my mind Though Phaâ—n live near Aetâ—a far from me My flames of love hotter than Eâ—na be So that veâ—seâ— to my harpe I cannot set A quiet mind doth verses best beget The Dryad's do not help me at this time Nor Lesbian nor Pierian Muses nine I hate Amythone and Cydâ—us white And Athis is not pleasant in mâ— sight And many others that were â—ov'd of me But now I have plac'd all my love on thee Thy youthfull years to pleasure do invite Thy tempting beauty haâ—h betraâ—'d my sight Take a quiver and thou wiâ—t Appâ—lâ—â— be Take Horns and Bacchâ—s will be like to thee Pâ—oeâ—us lov'd Daphne Bâ—cchus Ariaâ—nâ— Yet in the Lyrick verse no knowledge had she But the Muses dictate unto me smooth rhymes So that the world knows my name and linâ—s Nor hath Aceus for the harp more praise Though he by higher subjects gets his Bayes If nature beauty unto me deny My wit the want oâ— beâ—uty doth supp'y Though low of stature yet my fame is tall And high for through the world 't is known to all Though for my beauty I have no renown Pâ—rsâ—us lov'd Cepâ—eâ—a that was brown White Doves do often pair with spoted Doves And the gâ—een Parret the black Turtle loves If thou wilt have a love as fair as thee Thou must have none for none â—o fair can be yet once my face did fair to thee appear And that my speecâ— became me thou didst swear And thou would'st kisse me while that I did sing For Lovers do remember every thâ—ng My kisses and each part thou didst approve But specialy when I did write of love Then I did please thee with my wanton strain With witty words and with my amorous vain But now the Maids of Sâ—cily do please thee Would I might Lâ—sbâ—s change for Sicâ—ly But take heed Meâ—â—ensianâ—ow â—ow you do Receive this wanderer least you do it rue Least by his â—â—attering tongue you be bâ—trai'd What he says to you he hath to me said O Venus help me now in my distresse Fair goddesse favour now thy Poetesse Will fortune alwayes be to me unkind And will she never change her froward mind For I knew sorrow soon even when that I Was six years old my father first did dye The love of a whore my brothero're-came On whom he spent his wealth and lost his fame Being grown poor then unto Sea he went To get by piracy what he had spent And because I did blame his courses he My honest counsell scorn'd and hateâ— me And as if these griefes weâ—e to light for me you know that I have faulty been with thee And of thee at last I must make complaint Because that I thy company do want In thy absence I do not dress my hair Nor on my fingers any rings do wear A poor and homely weed I do assume Arabian myrrhe doth not my hair perfume Though I did dresse my self for to please thee yet in thy absence why should I dresse me Nature hath given me a hart so soft Thaâ— love doth with his arrow wound it oft For I am still in love and I do see That I must alwayes thus in love still be The fatall sisters at my birth decreed To spin my life forth with an amorous thred Or else my studies are the cause of it Thalia hath given me a wanton wit Nor can it in love seem so strange a case That I'should love thy young effeminate face Lest Aurora should love thee I was affraid And so she had but Cephâ—â—us her staid If Phoebe should behold thee she e're long Would love thee more then her Eâ—dâ—mâ—on And beauteous Venus long ago had carried Tâ—ee unto heaven in her Ivory Chariot But that the goddesse wiâ—ely did foresee That Maâ—â— himself would fall in love with thee Such was thy beauty and thy comely grace For in thy youth thou hadst a Virgins face Return to me thou sweetest flower of beauty For to love thee I know it is my duty I do not here intreat thee to love me But that thou wouldst permit me to love thee And while I write I weep even for thy sake And all those blots thou see'st my tears did make Though thou resolvest to go yet modesty Might have enforced thee to take leave of me At thy departure thou didst not kisse me I fear'd that I should forsaken be I had no pledges of thy love for I Have nothing of thine but thy injury This only charge I would have gâ—ven to thee That thou wouldst not be unmindfull of me I swear unto thee by â—his love of mine And by my goddesses the muses nine When they did tell me that thou hadst took ship A long time I could neither speak nor weep My heart grew cold my silent grief was dumb Wanting both tears to vent it self and tongue But when my sorrows I more lively felt I tore my hair my tears began to melt So that to weep I presently begun Like Mothers at the burial of a son My brother laught and while that he did walk And strut by me he thus began to taâ—k Alas why does my loving sister grieve Thou hast no cause thy Daâ—gâ—ter is alive Thus love and shame together ill agree For I had put off now alâ— modesty And in such manner I abroad did rove That the people thereby discerned my love O Phâ—â—n I do dream of thee always Dreams makes the night more pleasâ—nt than the days Dreams make thee present though thou absent art But they weak shadows of true joyes impart Sometimes I tâ—ink that thou embracest me And â—ometimes I think â—haâ— I â—mbrace thee That thou dost kisse me then I do believe With such kisses as thou dost use to give And sometimes in my dream to thee I speak As if my tongue and senses were awaâ—e I cannot tell â—he â—est with modesty For methinks I enjoy thy campany But when the sun doth riâ—e and break the day I am sad because my dreams passe away I 'me angry that my fancy is no stronger And that my pleasant dream should last no longer Then to the woods and caves I straight way hie Wherein I enjoy'd thy sweet company As if the woods and caves wouâ—d comfort me Since they witnesses of our pleasure be Like one wâ—re mad or enchanted I â—â—ye Wâ—ile my hair doth o're my shoulders loose lie Methinks the mossie caves do seem as fair As those which built of costly Marble are I love the vvood under whose leavie shade VVe oftentimes have both together laid But the vvood seems upleasant unto me As if it mourned for thy company And I have often gone unto that place Where we have lain together in the grasse And laid me down again and with the showers Of tears have watered the smiling flowers The leavelesse trees to mourn do begin And all the sweet â—irds have left off to sing Only the Nightingale with mournfull song In sadest notes bewailes her
home Since for my fathers death I a mourner am Whose death includes more grief then I can name My brother Hyppolliâ—us deserves a tear Whom his own horses did in pieces tear These fatall causes might excuse my stay yet after a while I will come away I will but lay my Fâ—tâ—er in the grave For 't is fit he â—hould worthy burial have Grant me but â—ime and I will constant be Thy Country â—eilds most safety unto me To those that since the fall of Troy did wander By land and sea and padst through much danger Tâ—â—â—ce hatâ— been kind and I unto this Land By tempest drove was kindly entertain'd If that thy love to me remain the same VVho in my royal Palace now do raign And art not Angry with my parents fate Or with Dâ—mophoon most unfortunate Suppose that unto me thou hadst been married VVhen at the siege of Troy ten years I tarried Penelâ—pe through all the world is fam'd Because that she her chastity maintain'd For she with witty Arâ— did alwayes wâ—ave An unthriving web suiâ—ers to deceive For she by night did it in pieces pull Resolving the unâ—wisted threds to woll Do'st 〈◊〉 the Thraciaâ—s will not marry thee Or wilt thou marry any one but me Hast thou a heart with any one to join Thy hand unlesse thy hand do join with mine HOw wilt thou blush then and how wilt thou grieve When a far off thou shalt my failes perceive Thou wilt condemn thy self and â—ay alas I see Demophoon most faitful was Dâ—mopâ—oâ—n is return'd and for my sake A dangerous voyage he by sea did make I that for breach of faith him rashly blamed Have broke my faith while I of him complained But Philliâ— I had rather thou should'st marry Then that thou shouldst some other way miscarry Why dost thou threaten thou wilt make away Thy self the gods may hear when thou dost pray Though thou do'st blame me for inconstancy Add not affliction to my misery Though Tâ—eseus Ariadnâ— did forsaâ—e Where he wild beasts a prey of her might maâ—e Yet my desert hath not been such that I Should be accused of inconstancy This Letter may the winds wiâ—â— out all fail Bring safe to tâ—ee which us'd to drive my fail Perswade thy self I fain would come away But that I have just cause a while to stay The Argument of Sabines third Epistle THis responsive Epistle written by Paris is not difficult for the Argument is taken out of Oenones Epistle Paris having violated the rites of marriage by repudiating his wife and marrying Helena first confesses to Oenone the injury he had done her After ward excusing himself he transfereth the blame on Cupid whose power Lovers cannoâ— râ—sist and on the fate who had destinated Helena to him unknown But t is reported that Oenone did love Paris so dearly that he being brought to her wounded by Phyloctetes with one of Hercules arrowes she imbraced his body and embalâ—â—eing it with tears dyed over him and so they were both buried in Cebriâ— a Trojan City PARIS to OENONE Nymph I confesse that I fit words do want To write an answer to thy just complaint I sâ—ek for words but yet I cannot find VVords that my aptly suite unto my mind I confesâ—e against thee I haâ—e offended yet Hâ—lens love maâ—es me I cannot mend it I 'le condemn my self but what doth it avail The power of love makes a bad cause prevail For though thou should'st condemn me and my cause yet Cupâ—d means to â—ry me by his lawes And if by his lawes we will judged be It seems another hath more right to me Thou weâ—t my first love I conâ—esse in truth And I marri'd thee in my flowre of youth Of my father Pâ—iam I was not proud As thou do'st write but unto thee I bow'd I did not think Hâ—ctor should prove my brother VVhen thee and I did keep our flocks together I knew not my mother Queen Hâ—cuâ—e VVhose Daughter thou most worthy art to be But love I see is not guided by reason Consider with thy self at this same season For thou complain'st that I have wroâ—ged thee And yet thou writest that thou lovest me And though the Sâ—yres and the Fawnâ—s do move thee yet thou â—emainest constant still unto me Bendes this love is fatal unto me My Sister Cassandra did it foresee Before that I had heard of Helâ—ens name Whose beauty through all Greece was known by â—ame I have told all unlesse it be that wound Of love which I have by â—er beauty found Nay those wounds I will open and from you To gain some help I will both beg and sue My life and death are both within thy hand you have conquer'd me I 'm at your command yet I remember that when you heard me â—elate to you her diâ—mal prophesie While I did tell thee thou didst weep upon me VViâ—hing the go is would turn that sad fate upon me That thou 〈◊〉 gâ—t'st have no cause to accuse When that O 〈◊〉 doâ—h 〈◊〉 lose Love blinded me that I could not believe thee And loving thee doth make me now deceive thee Love powerful is and when he list can turn Ioâ—â— to a bull or to a Bird tranforme Such beauty all the world should not contain As Hâ—lâ—n who is born to be my flame Since Iupiter to disguise his loose scape Did transforme himself unto a â—wans shape And Ioâ—â— also descended from his Tower To court fair Daâ—â—e in a golden showre Sometimes himself he to an Eagle turn'd And sometimes to a white Bull hath transform'd And who would think that Hâ—râ—ules would spin yet love of Dâ—ianâ—ra compell'd him And he wore her lâ—ght Peâ—ticoate 't is said While his love with his Lions skin was clad So I remember love compelled thee The more 's my fault that thou preâ—erredst me Before Apollos love and from him fled Because thou would'st possesse my marriage bed Yet I excel'd not Plâ—oebus but the dart Of Love did so inforce thy gentle heart yet this may unto thee some comfort prove That she is no base Harloâ— whom I love For she whom I before thee do prefer By birth is â—escended from Iupiâ—â—r yet her birth doth not inamour'd make me But 't is her matchlâ—sse beauty that doth take me O my Oenonâ— I do wish it still I had not been on the Idaean Hill A judge of beauty Pallas now doth grudge And Iune because against them I did judge And because I did lovely Venus praise And for her beauty gave to her the Bayes She that can raise loves flame up in another She that rules Cupid and is his own Mother yet she could not avoid her own Sons shaft And Bow where with he wounded others oft For Vâ—lcan took fair Venus close in bed VVith Mâ—rs which by the gods was witnessed And Mars again she afterward forâ—ook And for her Paramour Anchises took For with Anchises she in love would be And did revenge his sloath in venery If Venus thus did in afâ—ection rove Why may not she make Paris change his love Menelaus with her fair face was took I lov'd her before on her I did loâ—k Though wars ensue if I do her enjoy And a thousand ships fetch her back from Troy I do not fear the war is just and right If all the world should for her beauty fight Although the armed Grecians ready be To fetch her back I 'le keep her here with me If thou hast any hope to change my mind To use thy charmes why art tâ—ou not enclin'd Since in Apollo's Arts thou art well seen And to Hecates skill hast used been Thou canst cloud the day and stars shinning clear And make the Moon forsake her silver sphere And by thy charmes while I did Oxen keep Fierce Lyons gentâ—y waâ—k't among the sheep Thou didst make Xanthus and Simâ—eâ—s flow Unto their springs and back again to go And charm'dst other Rivers when thou did'st see They thirsted aâ—ter thy Virgininiâ—y Oenone let thy charmes effectual prove To change my affection or quench thy love Bookes Printed for William Gilbertson the sign of the Bible in Gilt-spur-stree without Nâ—wgate THe Faithfull Analist or an Epitome of the English History giving a true account of the Affairs of this Nation from the building of the Tower of London in the dayes of William the Conqueror to the Restoring of our Gracious King Charles the Second where in all things remarkable both by Sea and Land from the year 1069. to the year 1660 are truly and exactly represented The Rich Cabinet with variety of Inventions unlocked and opened for the recreation of Ingenious spirits at their vacant hours also variety of Recreative fire-works both for Land Air and Water whereunto is added Divers Experiments in Drawing Painting Arethmetick c. The History of Parismus and Parismenos The History of Ornatus and Artesia The History of Dr. Iohn Faustus the first and second part The History of the Gentle Craft the second part shewing what famous men have bâ—en Shoo-makers Iustin in Lattin Also Iustin in English Translated out of the four and forty books of Trogus Pompelus containing the Affairs of all ages and Countreys both in peace and war from the beginning of the world till the time of the Roman Emperors togather with an Epitome of the lives and Manners Fitting to be used in Schools for the benefit of youth The Government of Cattle by Leonard Mascall Chief Farier to King Iames. The Surveyors Perambulator A new book of Surveying of Land PLAYS Ignoramus Dr. Faustus The Valiant Welchman Fair EM the Millers Daughter of Manchester GUY of Warmick Lady Alymony The Merry Devil of Edmonton The Shoe-makers Holiday or the Gentle-Craft FINIS