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A19732
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Caltha poetarum: or The bumble bee. Composed by T. Cutvvode Esquyre; Caltha poetarum.
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Dymoke, Tailboys, attributed name.
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1599
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STC 6151; ESTC S105150
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hand it seemes the winged Pegasies he thwacks Laying good load of blowes vpon their backs And throgh the Regions they do seem to run Carrying faire Caltha shining like the Sun 72. When this same holy Idoll he had done He cals his pretie people round about And maketh Priests and Presbiters and some of Frvers Monks he makes a rabble rout Of Clarks Limitors to kneele and lowt And ther they take at this same present houre The name of holy Caltheans from this flower 73. The fame of these and of this new religion was spred abroad with passing great report And rumor of it rattles through each Region till that it came to Lady Venus cort God speed my pen for heere begins the sport For now doth Venus bite and beate her fists To be reuenged on these Calthanists 74. And calling Cupid this her pretie Squire quoth shee lets to these Heretiques in hast And burne the bees and set their hiues on fire And all their waxen superstitions wast And charme their Caltha there that is so chast And bring her cursed Cannons to their care And plague her prelates with their prophane prayre 75. She sends for all the Spyders she could get and calleth for that mightie Cranyon Who doth his web and subtle engyns set and of the long legs brings he many a one With Venus to this garden are they gone Wher they the bees behold with buzing charm As thick as flyes that in Appuleia swarm 76. There pitched they their toyles in euery gap and made their gloads the Bees for to beguile And with their trammels many do intrap and fetters by the feete alack the while Beware great buÌ„ble buz of this same wile For why the mightie Cranion comes to catch thee If that thy warriors do not ward watch thee 78. To Caltha is the craftie Spyder gone weaueth there a witching web god wot With subtle slender thrids and many a one where if thou goest thy chance is to be got What Flye soeuer comes escapes it not And let him toyle to come out of his gin The more he striues the surer is he in 79. The Cranion cast his net vpon this flower that seemed like a wroght braÌ„ch vnder Lawn And there it had not bene aboue an houre but comes the Bee and to this bud is flowne He had not made such hast if he had knowne But after wit hath very seldome thanks The Bee is got shakled by the shanks 80. Now Venus figgeth and in hast she runs and Cupid following after her doth fling And to this litle captiue prisoner comes whereas she takes the bumble by the wing For why she was afraid the bee would sting And piniond him that no where could he pas But there as prisoner vnto Venus was 81. She bids her boy that wily wanton wag to hold him fast least he should flie away Whilest she had tyde a thrid about his leg and gaue him Cupid for to find him play As children do with litle birds they say And there the string he holdeth in his hand Whilest that the bee is buzzing in the band 82. The boy he gaue the buÌ„ble too much scope he found such pretie gambals with the fly The Bee that had large compasse of his rope â—â— flew at his face and stung him by and by Whereat poore Cupid he began to cry And from his fist the ioy full bird is fled And from aloft with string about his leg 83. He durst notflie where briers and bushes were least that the thrid shuld trap him in the trees But mounts aloft and houers in the Ayre till that he came vnto his little Bees That helps to pull the shackles from his knees And there Ile leaue him sure and safe at home And tell how Venus doth her boy bemone 84. She vp and downe the Garden now doth gad to gather all the coolest hearbs that grow To phisick and to leach her wounded lad whose face like to a blather blown doth show As scarce his mother could her Cupid know And trying many precious plants that bee At length she commeth to the woodbind tree 85. And going to his binding branch that clung like to a Serpent twining on a tree She told him Cupid with a Bee was stung asking the flouer what phisick ther might bee To take away the stinging of the flee Who answered her like to a learned Clark BeÌ„ding with reuerence both his rynd bark 86. And said in phisick I haue had some toyle and for the Scorpions stinging I haue found Nothing can cure but euen his proper oyle which being taken salues and maketh sound And easeth straight the anguish of the wound So for this Bee the best and chiefest thing Is his owne hony for to kill his sting 87. Of late he came and light vpon my head and got much hony his meldew wrought And when he went away some of it shead and left behind where I the hony cought And looking towards Cupid thus he thought Woes me that I must phisick that same elfe And am not a phisition for my selfe 88. Alas I am that wofull bond you see that vnto loues behauiour bydeth still No phisick nor phisition makes me free vnlesse faire Caltha graunt me her good wil For Lady Caltha she must cure or kill Who like the Nettle left her sting in me Worse then the tongue or stinging of a Bee 89. But Venus puls his tree downe by the top and forth from this his hollow horned flower Much of his liquid Meldew there did drop that shedded out a pretie hony shower Healing her Cupid with it that same houre And now her onely care is how that she Might be reuenged on Caltha and the Bee 90. But Proserpine the sprowtix of our spring and soueraigne gouernesse of Hearb Plant That siluer Cynthia this sweet horned thing must Venus subtle practise now preuent With all her malice and her mad intent And loe from forth her shining Orb she goes Into this garden whereas Caltha growes 91. Her vestall Virgins and her minionstrots halling their Lencothea in her waggen And brings with theÌ„ their goodly garden pots with water in the waterbearer flaggen The droughtie earth bedewing bedagging And on this garden sheds her heuenly shower Where water pearls in pleÌ„tie she doth power 92. She comes to Caltha to her brodered bed and taketh hold vpon her tender stalke This done she layes her hand vpon her head and mumbels in her mouth with whisper talk And there in circle wise about did walk As Tragetors for spirits set their spels To coniure vp the Fairies or the Elues 93. She bends her branch and bows it vp down and to the heauens she doth exalt her eies And with a very feruent prayer doth frown looking aloofe vnto the lostie skies Somewhile to kneele and otherwhiles to rise Mouing her body with a modest motion As holy dames do vse in deepe deuotion 94. And from the Center of her soule she sight breathed
vpoÌ„ the flower a fuming vapour Where Caltha feels the quickning of a spright and riseth vp a comely sweete faire creature With couÌ„tenance and full wel fauored feature Her body slender straight and very euen Holding her head erected vp to heauen 95. Her golden yealow locks she still retaines that hangs along her lilly cheekes and chin Whereas the Crimsin Roses comes staines that makes her seeme a perfect sanguynine Her eyes like looking glasses Christallin Her mouth with full plump forme yframed is For why the ful mouth makes a full sweet kis 96. Her brest and nipples round as any Ball or like the pleasant Apples of temptation That greedie Adam glutted him withall and fell in loue with at the worlds creation That brought to vs this wofull desolation Alas that bewtie at the first beginning Should be too blame or shent for any sinning 97. Her belly like a Globe within his Spheare her vains the rules points learned lines That leads vnto that blessed country where much milk Nectar flows plesant wines That chears meÌ„s harts maketh mery minds In that same happie land me thinks that I With all my heart could dwell liue and die 98. But I must hide all that that nature hides my tongue cries truce I may not vtter it Although this wanton meriment decides matters of silence blame not you my wit For readers somtimes crows with blind meÌ„ hit My modestie must leaue that thing in doubt His hap is somewhat though that finds it out 99. Her thighes like pillars of faire Allablaster that do support the body of this Saint Where men must kneel thÌ„e down Idolaster vnto the Image of this Queene so quaynt That Caltha she may pittie their complaint And heare their happie Orysons and prayer When as her priest and people do come there 100. Now When Diana this her taske had done and framed all the molements of Nature She doth adorn this naked Nymph anoÌ„ couering the seemly corps of this sweet creature And first she decks her head her face feature And with a silken hairelace ties her locks That hangs like Iasons golden fleece in flocks 101. She ties a Necklace vnderneath her chin of Iasper Diamond and of Topasie And with an Emrod hangs she on a Ring that keepes iust reckoning of our chastitie That breaks when Virgins go to venerie And therefore Ladyes it behoues you well To walke full warily when stones will tell 102. Her vesture and her vaile was white as snow that mantle wise this maiden did adorne And in her hand she held a bended Bowe a Bawdrik on her back and Bugle horne With quiuer and with arrows sharp as thorne With buskins buckled vp vnto her knees That scarcely reached to her naked theighs 103. Now is she made Dianas hunting dame and to Eurotas banks and Cynthias hill And vnto Gargaphy must seeke her game where she the Roes with Bucks does must kill With pleasure sport and pastime at her will And haue her springs and fountains fair feat To wash her skin from swink of sulty sweat 104. And now she takes her leaue of Primula and with a sigh she said farewel sweet sister The wofull wench she wept to part away and down she fel vpon the ground kist her And to remain a Virgins life she wisht her And said I know mad Venus missing me Without all doubt will be reuengd on thee 105. And therefore sister Primula liue chaste wey not the words the flattering Queen can make Beware I say and then she her imbrac't and from her stalke a Dasie she did take And on her head she weares it for her sake And now with chaste Diana is she gone Faire Primula the Dasie left alone 106. Now Venus she determines in her mind to come and punish Caltha and to kill her And flieth down poste with an Easterne wind that brings the Canker the Caterpiller With poyson for to blast her and to spill her And sure the silly dame had curst that day Had she not gone with chaste Dian away 107. But now when Venus saw that she was crost and Caltha gone from Lady Primula And seeing now her labour all was lost she would not haue the Caterpillers stay But with the wind she sends them all away And now faire Primula in Calthas stead Must like and loue and loose her maidenhead 108. Vpon the place ground where Caltha grew a mightie Mandrag there did Venus plant An Obiect for faire Primula to view resembling man from thighs vnto the shank With leaues vaines meÌ„bers ram and rank With long large loyns fro flank vnto the foote That in the earth stuck with ragged roote 109. His parts of shame like Socrotheus flesh swolne without mean my wanton muse must tuch Althogh't be foule ful of filthinesse then blame me not althoghI write thus much A loathsome iesting shape he seemd such As modest Primula did stand in doubt Whether that she should loath or laugh it out 110. As if a maide should see some wanton sight you know she claps her hands vpon her eies And winketh at it wilde and blusheth straight and tush and push fie for shame she cries Yet must she laugh at it in any wise And through her fingers looks with couÌ„tnance coy And tyhie cries at that same pretie toy 111. So at bo peepe this pretie sprowt did play sometimes her hed vnto the Mandrag heaues And sometimes half asham'd would Primula looke downe againe and lap her in her leaues This lustie wanton bud her wits bereaues Thus in the middest of their merry doing Away went Venus leauing them a woing 112. And to the Calthean Bees the Queen is gone with spungie Paddocks and the foule fusball For to destroy and smother euery one and bring the mightie bumble Bee in thrall And harme his hony and his hiue and all And chase them from their Cabinets choak theÌ„ And froÌ„ their holes and hony combs to smoke them 113. And suddenly or any of them wist comes in a vapour like a â—oakish Ryme And ther the bees amazed with this same mist came swarming forth their hiues for it was time And vp aloft into the ayer they climbe Some here som ther som hither som thither And beeing blind they flewe they knew not whether 114. The maister Bee into his garden goes to clense him from the filth of this same Fus And there he thinketh yet that Caltha growes but thou art now deceiu'd poor bumble buz That flower with faire Dian is gone from vs And in her place he spies a Mandrag spring And now poore Bee thy sorrowes do begin 115. He voweth now for to forsake his hiue and like a Pilgrim spend his latter daies Gods be his speed and send him wel to thriue for now he meanes to wander vncoth waies And like an Hermit he himselfe arraies That safely he might wander vp and downe And seek straÌ„ge coÌ„utries far that be