fruit as any tree that springs Beleeue me Maiden yow no chastitie For maidens but imperfect creatures be Alas poore Boy quoth Marine haue the Fates Exempted no degrees are no estates Frâ—e from Loues rage Be rul'd vnhappy Swaine Call backe thy spirits and recollect againe Thy vagrant wits I tell thee for a truth Loue is a Syren that doth shipwracke youth Be well aduis'd thou entertainst a guest That is the Harbinger of all vnrest VVhich like the Vipers young that licke the earth Eat out the breeders wombe to get a birth Faith quoth the Boy I know there cannot be Danger in louing or inioying thee For what cause were things made and called good But to be loued If you vnderstood The Birds that prattle here you would know then As birds wooe birds maids should be woo'd of men But I want power to wooe since what was mine Is fled and lye as vassals at your shrine And since what 's mine is yours let that same moue Although in me you see nought worthy Loue. Marine about to speake forth of a sling Fortune to all misfortunes plyes her wing More quicke and speedy came a sharpned flint VVhich in the faire boyes necke made such a dint That crimson bloud came streaming from the wound And he fell downe into a deadly swound The bloud ran all along where it did fall And could not finde a place of buriall But where it came it there congealed stood As if the Earth loath'd to drinke guiltlesse blood Gold-haird Apollo Muses sacred King VVhose praise in Delphos Ile doth euer ring Physickes first founder whose Arts excellence Extracted Natures chiefest quintessence Vnwilling that a thing of such a worth Should so be lost straight sent a Dragon forth To fetch this bloud and he perform'd the same And now Apothecaries giue it name From him that fetcht it Doctors know it good In Physicks vse and call it Dragons bloudâ— Some of the bloud by chance did down-ward fall And by a veine goâ— to a Minerall VVhence came a Red decayed Dames infuse it VVith Vâ—â—ise â—eruse and for painting vse it Marine astonisht most vnhappy Maid O'er-coâ—â— with feare and at the view afraid Fell downe into a tranâ—â— eyes lost their sight VVhich being open made all darknesse light Hâ—r bloud ran to her heart or life to fâ—ed Or lothing to behold so vile a deed And as when VVinter doth the Earth array In siluer-sâ—ite and wheâ— the night and day Arâ— in dissention Night locks vp the ground VVhich by the helpe of day is oft vnbound A shepherds boy with bow and shafts addrest Ranging the fields hauing once pierc'd the brest Of some poore fowle doth with the blow straight rush To â—atch the Bird lyes panting in the Bush So cusâ—â— this striker iâ— vp Marine tooke And hastned with her to a neare-hand Brooke Old Shepherds saine old shepherds sooth haue sainâ— Two Riuers tooke their issue from the Maine Boâ—h neere together and each bent his â—acâ— VVhich of them both should first behold the face Oâ—â—adiant Phoebus One of them in gliding Clime'd on a Veine where Nirâ—â— had abiding The other loathing that her purer Waue Should be defil'd with that the Niter gaue Fled fast away the other follow'd fast Till both beene â—n a Rocke ymeâ— at last As seemed best the Rocke did first deliuer Out of his hollow sides the purer Riuer As if it taught those men in honour clad To helpe the vertuous and suppresse the bad Which gotten loose did softly glide away As men from earth to earth from sea to sea So Riuers run and that from whence both came Takes what she gaue Waueâ— Earth but leaues a name As waters haue their course in their place Succeeding streames will out so is mans race The Name doth still suruiue and cannot die Vntill the Channels stop on Spring grow day As I haue seene vpon a Bridall day Full many Maidâ— clad in their best array In honour of the Bride come with their Flaskets Fill'd full with flowers others in wicker-baskets Bring from the Marish Rushes to o'er-spread The ground where on to Church the Louers tread Whilst that the quâ—intest youth of all the Plaine Vshers their way with many a piping straine So as in ioy at this faire Riuers birth Triton came vp a Channell with his mirth And call'd the neighb'ring Nymphs each in her turne To poure their pretty Riuilets from their Vrne To wait vpon this new-deliuered Spring Some running through the Meadowes with them bring Cowslâ—p and Mint and 't is anothers lot To light vpon some Gardeners curious knot Whence she vpon her brest loues sweet repose Doth bring the Queene of flowers the English Rose Some from the Fenne bring Reeds Wilde-tyme from Downs Some froÌ„ a Groue the Bay that Poets crowns Some from an aged Rocke the Mosse hath torne And leaues him naked vnto winters storme Another from her bankes in meere good will Brings nutriment for fish the Camomill Thus all bring somewhat and doe ouer-spread The way the Spring vnto the Sea doth tread This while the Floud which yet the Rocke vp pent And suffered not with iocund merriment To tread rounds in his Spring came rushing forth As angry that his waues he thought of worth Should not haue libertie nor helpe the pryme And is some ruder Swaine composing ryme Spends many a gray Goose-quill vnto the handle Buries within his socket many a Candle Blot Paper by the quire and dries vp Inke As Xerxes Armie did whole Riuers drinke Hoping thereby his name his worke should raise That it should liue vntill the last of dayes Which finished he boldly doth addresse Him and his workes to vnder-goe the Presse When loe O Fate his worke not seeming fit To walke in equipage with better wit Is kept from light there gnawne by Moathes and wormes At which he frets Right so this Riuer stormes But broken forth As Tauy creepes vpon The Westerne vales of fertile Albion Here dashes roughly on an aged Rocke That his entended passage doth vp locke There intricately mongst the Woods doth wander Losing himselfe in many a wry Meander Here amorously bent clips some faire Mead And then disperst in rils doth measures tread Vpon her bosome 'mongst her flowry ranks There in another place beares downe the banks Of some day labouring wretch here meets a rill And with their forces ioyn'd cuts out a Mill Into an Iland then in iocund guise Suruayes his conquest laâ—ds his enterprise Here digs a Caue at some high Mountaines foot There vndermines an Oake teares vp his rooâ— Thence rushing to some Country-farme at hand Breaks o'er the Yeomans mounds sweepes from his lanâ— His Haruest hope of Wheat of Rye or Pease And makes that channell which was Shepherds least Here as our wicked age doth â—acriledge Helpes downe an Abbey then a naturall bridge By creeping vnder ground he frameth out As who should say he either went about To right the wrong he did or hid his face For hauing
the daies sole Eye doth guild the Seas In his daies iourney to th' Antipodes And all the time the Ietty-Chariotere Hurles her blacke mantle through our Hemisphere Vnder the couert of a sprouting Pine She sits and grieues for faithlesse Celandine Beginning thus Alas and must it be That Loue which thus torments and troubles me In setling it so small aduice hath lent To make me captiue where enfranchisement Cannot be gotten nor where like a slaue The office due to faithfull Prisoners haue Oh cruell Celandine why shouldst thou hate Her who to loue thee was ordain'd by Fate Should I not follow thee and sacrifice My wretched life to thy betraying eies Aye me of all my most vnhappy lot What others would thou maist and yet wilt not Haue I reiected those that me ador'd To be of him whom I adore abhor'd And pass'd by others teares to make election Of one that should so passe-by my affection I haue and see the heau'nly powers intend To punish sinners in what they offend May be he takes delight to see in me The burning rage of hellish Iealousie Tâ—ies if in fury any loue appeares And bathes his ioy within my floud of teares But if he lou'd to soile my spotlesse soule And me amongst deceiued Maids enroule To publish to the world my open shame Then heart take freedome hence accursed flame And as Queene regent in my heart shall moue Disdaine that only ouer-ruleth Loue By this infranchiz'd sure my thoughts shall be And in the same sort loue as thou lou'st me But what or can I cancell or vnbinde That which my heart hath seal'd loue hath sign'd No no griefe doth deceiue me more each houre For who so truly loues hath not that power I wrong to say so since of all 't is knowne Who yeelds to loue doth leaue to be her owne But what auailes my liuing thus apart Can I forget him or out of my heart Can teares expulse his Image surely no. We well may flie the place but not the woe Loues fire is of a nature which by turnes Consumes in presence and in absence burnes And knowing this aye me vnhappy wight What meanes is left to helpe me in this plight And from that peeuish shooting hood-winckt elfe To repossesse my Loue my heart my selfe Onely this helpe I finde which I elect Since what my life nor can nor will effect My ruine shall and by it I shall finde Death cures when all helps faile the grieued mind And welcome here then Loue a better guest That of all labours art the onely rest Whilst thus I liue all things discomfort giue The life is sure a death wherein I liue Saue life and death doe differ in this one That life hath euer cares and death hath none But if that he disdainfull Swaine should know That for his loue I wrought my ouerthrow Will he not glory in 't and from my death Draw more delights giue new ioyes their breath Admit he doe yet better 't is that I Render my selfe to Death then Misery I cannot liue thus barred from his sight Nor yet endure in presence any wight Should loue him but my selfe O reasons eye How art thou blinded with vilde Iealousie And is it thus Then which shall haue my blood Or certaine ruine or vncertaine good Why do I doubt Are we not still aduiz'd That certaintie in all things best is priz'd Then if a certaine end can helpe my mone Know Death hath certaintie but Life hath none Here is a Mount whose top seemes to despise The farre inferiour Vale that vnder lies Who like a great man raisd aloft by Eate Measures his height by others meane estate Neere to whose foot there glides a siluer-flood Falling from hence I le climbe vnto my good And by it finish Loue and Reasons strife And end my misery as well as life But as a Cowards hartener in warre The stirring Drum keepes lesser noyse from farre So seeme the murmuring waues tell in mine eare That guiltlesse bloud was neuer spilled there Then stay a while the Beasts that haunt those springs Of whom I heare the fearefull bellowings May doe that deed as moued by my cry Whereby my soule as spotlesse Iuory May turn from whence it came and freed from hence Be vnpolluted of that foule offence But why protract I time Death is no stranger And generous spirits neuer feare for danger Death is a thing most naturall to vs And Feare doth onely make it odious As when to seeke her food abroad doth roue The Nuncius of peace the seely Doue Two sharpe-set hawkes doe her on each side hem And she knowes not which way to flie from them Or like a ship that tossed to and fro With wind and tide the wind doth sternly blow And driues her to the Maine the tide comes sore And hurles her backe againe towards the shore And since her balast and her sailes doe lacke One brings her out the other beats her backe Till one of them increasing more his shockes Hurles her to shore and rends her on the Rockes So stood she long twixt Loue and Reason tost Vntill Despaire who where it comes rules most Wonne her to throw her selfe to meet with Death From off the Rocke into the floud beneath The waues that were aboue when as she fell For feare flew backe againe into their Well Doubting ensuing times on them would frowne That they so rare a beauty helpt to drowne Her fall in griefe did make the streame so rore That sullen murmurings fill'd all the shore A Shepheard neere this floud that fed his sheepe Who at this chance left grazing and did weepe Hauing so sad an obiect for his eyes Left Pipe and Flocke and in the water flyes To saue a Iewell which was neuer sent To be possest by one sole Element But such a worke Nature disposde and gaue Where all the Elements concordance haue He tooke her in his armes for pittie cride And brought her to the Riuers further side Yea and he sought by all his Art and paine To bring her likewise to her selfe againe While she that by her fall was senselesse left And almost in the waues had life berest Lay long as if her sweet immortall spirit Was fled some other Palace to inherit But as cleere Phoebus when some foggy cloud His brightnesse from the world a while doth shrowd Doth by degrees begin to shew his light Vnto the view Or as the Queene of night In her increasing hornes doth rounder grow Till full and perfect she appeare in show Such order in this Maid the Shepheard spies When she began to shew the world her eyes Who thinking now that she had past Deaths dreame Occasion'd by her fall into the streame And that Hells Ferriman did then deliuer Her to the other side th' infernall Riuer Said to the Swaine O Charon I am bound More to thy kindnesse then all else that round Come thronging to thy Boat thou hast past ouer The wofulst Maid that ere these shades
and liue here agen Not Hybla mountaine in the iocund prime Vpon her many bushes of sweet Thyme Shewes greater number of industrious Bees Then were the Birds that sung there on the trees Like the trim windings of a wanton Lake That doth his passage through a Meadow make Ran the delightfull Vally 'tweene two Hils From whose rare trees the precious Balme distils And hence Apollo had his simples good That cur'd the Gods hurt by the Earths ill brood A Crystall Riuer on her bosome slid And passing seem'd in sullen muttrings chid The artlesse Songsters that their Musicke still Should charme the sweet Dale and the wistfull Hill Not suffering her shrill waters as they run Tun'd with a whistling gale in Vnison To tell as high they priz'd the brodred Vale As the quicke Lennâ—s or sweet Nightingale Downe from a steepe Rocke came the water first Where lusty Satyres often quench'd their thirst And with no little speed seem'd all in haste Till iâ— the louely bottome had embrac'd Then as intranâ—'d to heare the sweet Birds sing In curled whirlpooles she her course doth bring As lâ—th to leaue the songs that lull'd the Dale Or waiting time when she and some soft gale Should speake what true delight they did possesse Among the rare flowres which the Vally dresse But since those quaint Musitians would not stay Nor suffer any to be heard but they Much like a little â—ad who gotten new To play his part amongst a skilfull crew Of choise Musitians on some softer string That is not heard the others fingering Drowning his Art the boy would gladly get Applause with others that are of his Set. And therefore strikes a stroke loud as the best And often desâ—ants when his fellowes rest That to be heard as 〈◊〉 â—ingers doe Spoiles his owne Musickâ— and his partners too So at the furtâ—er end the waters fell From off an 〈◊〉 bancke downe a lowly Dell As they had vow'd ere passing from that ground The Birds should be inforc'd â—o heare their sound No small delight the Shepherds tooke to see A coombe so dight in Floraâ—iuery â—iuery Where faire Feronia honour'd in the Woods And all the Deities that haunt the floods With powrefull Nature stroue to 〈◊〉 a plot Whoâ—â— like the sweet Arcadia yeelded nor Downe through the arched wood the Shepherds wend And seeke all places that might helpe their end When comming neere the bottome of the hill A deepe fetch'd sigh which seem'd of power to kill The brest that held it pierc'd the listning wood Whereat the eare still Swaines no longer stood Where they were looking on a tree whose 〈◊〉 A Loue knot held which two ioyn'd hearts the winde But searching round vpon an aged foot Thicke linde with moste which though to little boot Seem'd as a shelter it had lending beene Against cold Winters stormes and wreakfull teene Or clad the stocke in Summer with that hue His withered branches not a long time knew For in his hollow truncke and perish'd graine The Cuckow now had many a Winter laine And thriuing Pismires laid their egges in store The Dormouse slept there and a many more Here sate the Lad of whom I thinke of old Virgils prophetique spirit had foretold Who whilst Dame Nature for her cunnings sake A male or female doubted which to make And to adorne him more then all assaid This pritty youth was almost made a Maid Sadly he sate and as would griefe alone As if the Boy and Tree had beene but one Whilst downe neere boughs did drops of Amber creepâ— As if his sorrow made the trees to weepe If euer this were true in Ouids Verse That teares haue powre an Adamant to pierce Or moue things void of sense 't was here approu'd Thâ—ngs vegetatiue once his teares haue mou'd Surely the stones might well be drawne in pitty To burst that he should mone as for a Ditty To come and range themselues in order all And of their owne accord raise Thebes a wall Or else his teares as did the others song Might haue th'attractiue power to moue the throng Of all the Forrests Citizens and Woods With eu'ry Denizon of Ayre and Floods To sit by him and grieue to leaue their iarres Their strifes dissentions and all ciuill warres And though else disagreeing in this one Mourning for him should make an Vnion For whom the heauens would weare a sable sute If men beasts fishes birds trees stones were mute His eyes were fixed rather fixed Starres With whom it seem'd his teares had beene in warres The diff'rence this a hard thing to descry Whether the drops were clearest or his eye Teares fearing conquest to the eye might fall An inundation brought and drowned all Yet like true Vertue from the top of State Whose hopes vile Enuie hath seene ruinate Being lowly cast her goodnesse doth appeare Vncloath'd of greatnesse more apparant cleere So though deiected yet remain'd a feature Made sorrow sweet plac'd in so sweet a creature The test of misery the truest is In that none hath but what is surely his His armes a crosse his sheepe-hooke lay beside him Had Venus pass'd this way and chanc'd t' haue spide him With open brest locks on his shoulders spred She would haue sworne had she not seene him dead It was Adonis or if e're there was Held transmigration by Pithagoras Of soules that certaine then her lost-loues spirit A fairer body neuer could inherit His Pipe which often wont vpon the Plaine To sound the Dorian Phrygian Lydian straine Lay from his Hooke and Bagge cleane cast apart And almost broken like his Masters heart Yet till the two kinde Shepherds neere him stept I finde he nothing spake but that he wept Cease gentle Lad quoth Remond let no teare Cloud those sweet beauties in thy face appeare Why dost thou call-on that which comes alone And will not leaue thee till thy selfe art gone Thou maist haue griefe when other things are rest thee All else may slide away this still is left thee And when thou wantest other company Sorrow will euer be embracing thee But fairest Swaine what cause hast thou of woe Thou hast a well-fleec'd flocke seed to and fro His sheepe along the Vally that time fed Not â—arre from him although vnfollowed What doe thy Ewes abortiues bring or Lambs For want of milke seeke to their fellowes Dams No gryping Land-lord hath inclos'd thy walkes Nor â—oyling Plowman furrow'd them in balkes Ver hath adorn'd thy Pastures all in greene With Clouer-grasse as fresh as may be seene Cleare gliding Springs refresh thy Meadowes heat Meads promise to thy charge their winter-meat And yet thou grieu'st Oâ— had some Swains thy store Their Pipes should tell the Woods they ask'd no more Or haue the Parca with vnpartiall knife Lefâ— some friends body tenantlesse of life And thou bemoan'st that Fate in his youths morne Ore-cast with clouds his light but newly borne Count not how many yeares he is bereau'd But those which he possest and had receiu'd
his tragedie You may walke thither and behold his fall While I come neere enough yet not at all Nor shall it need I to my sorrow knit The griefe of knowing with beholding it The Goddesse went but ere she came did shrowd Her selfe from euery eye within a cloud Where she beheld the Shepherd on his way Much like a Bridegroome on his marriage-day Increasing not his miserie with feare Others for him but he shed not a teare His knitting sinewes did not tremble ought Nor to vnusuall palpitation brought Was or his heart or lyuer nor his eye Nor tongue nor colour shew'd a dread to dye His resolution keeping with his spirit â—oth worthy him that did them both inherit Held in subiection euery thought of feare Scorning so base an executioner Some time he spent in speech and then began Submissely prayer to the name of Pan When sodainly this cry came from the Plaines From guiltlesse blood be free ye Brittish Swaines Mine be those bonds and mine the death appointed Let me be head-long thrown these limbs disioynted Or if you needs must hurle him from that brim Except I dye there dyes but part of him Doe then right Iustice and performe your oath Which cannot be without the death of both Wonder drew thitherward their drowned eyes And Sorrow Philocels Where he espies What he did onely feare the beautious Maid His wofull Caelia whom ere night arraid Last time the world in suit of mournfull blacke More darke then vse as to bemone their wracke He at his cottage left in sleepes soft armes By powre of simples and the force of charmes Which time had now dissolu'd and made her know For what intent her Loue had left her so She staid not to awake her mate in sleepe Nor to bemone her Fate She scorn'd to weepe Or haue the passion that within her lyes So distant from her heart as in her eyes But rending of her haire her throbbing brest Beating with ruthlesse strokes she onwards prest As an inraged furious Lionesse Through vncouth â—â—eâ—dings of the wildernesse In hot pursuit of her late missed brood The name of Philocel speakes euery wood And she begins it still and still her pace Her face-deckt anger anger decke her face So ran distracted Heâ—uâ—a along The streets of Troy So did the people throng With helplesse hands and heauy hearts to see Their wofull ruine in her progenie As harmlesse flocks of sheepe that neerely fed Vpon the open plaines wide scattered Ran all afront and gaz'd with earnest eye Not without teares while thus she passed by Springs that long time before had held no drop Now welled forth and ouer-went the top Birds left to pay the Spring their wonted vowes And all forlome sate drooping on the boughes Sheep Springs and Birds nay trees vnwonted grones Bewail'd her chance and forc'd it from the stones Thus came she to the place where aged men Maidens and wiues and youth and childeren That had but newly learnt their Mothers name Had almost spent their teares before she came And those her earnest and related words Threw from her brest and vnto them affords These as the meanes to further her pretence Receiue not on your soules by Innocence Wrong'd lasting staines which from a sluce the Sea May still wash o're but neuer wash away Turne all your wraths on me for here behold The hand that tore your sacred Tree of gold These are the feet that led to that intent Mine was th' offence be mine the punishment Long hath he liu'd among you and he knew The danger imminent that would insue His vertuous life speakes for him heare it then And cast not hence the miracle of men What now he doth is through some discontent Mine was the fact be mine the punishment What certaine death could neuer make him doe With Caelia's losse her presence forc'd him to She that could cleere his greatest clouds of woes Some part of woman made him now disclose And shew'd him all in teares And for a while Out of his heart vnable to exile His troubling thoughts in words to be conceiu'd But weighing what the world should be bereau'd He of his sighes and throbs some license wan And to the sad spectators thus began Hasten ô haste the houre 's already gone Doe not deferre the execution Nor make my patience suffer ought of wrong 'T is nought to dye but to be dying long Some fit of Frenzie hath possest the Maid She could not doe it though she had assaid No bough growes in her reach nor hath the tree A spray so weake to yeeld to such as she To win her loue I broke it but vnknowne And vndesir'd of her Then let her owne No touch of preiudice without consent Mine was the fact be mine the punishment O! who did euer such contention see Where death stood for the prize of victory Where loue and strife were firme and truly knowne And where the victor must be ouerthrowne Where both pursude and both held equall strife That life should further death death further life Amazement strucke the multitude And now They knew not which way to performe their vow If onely one should be depriu'd of breath They were not certaine of th' offenders death If both of them should dye for that offence They certainly should murder Innocence If none did suffer for it then there ran Vpon their heads the wrath and curse of Pan. This much perplex'd and made them to defer The deadly hand of th' Executioner Till they had sent an Officer to know The Iudges wilâ— and those with Fates doe goe Who backe return'd and thus with teares began The Substitutes on earth of mighty Pan Haue thus decreed although the one be free To cleaâ—â— themselues from all impunitie If who the offender is no meanes procure Th' offence is certaine be their death as sure This is their doome which may all plagues preuent To haue the guilâ—y kill the innocent Looke as two little Lads their parents treasure Vnder a Tutor strictly kept from pleasure While they their new-giuen lesson closely scan Heare of a message by their fathers man That one of them but which he hath forgot Must come along and walke to some faire plot Both haue a hope their carefull Tutor loth To hinder either or to license both Sends backe the Messenger that he may know His Masters pleasure which of them must goe While both his Schollers stand alike in feare Both of their freedome and abiding there The Seruant comes and sayes that for that day Their Father wils to haue them both away Such was the feare these louing soules were in That time the messenger had absent bin But farre more was their ioy twixt one another In hearing neither should out-liue the other Now both intwinde because no conquest won Yet either ruinde Philocel begun To arme his Loue for death a roabe vnfit Till Hymenâ—s saffron'd weed had vsher'd it My fairest Caelia come let thou and I That long haue learn'd to loue
light as he of beautie Lucina at his birth for Mid-wife stucke And Citherea nurc'd and gaue him sucke Who to that end once Doue-drawne from the Sea Her full Paps dropt whence came the Milkie-way And as when Plato did i' th' Cradle thriue Bees to his lips brought honey from their Hiue So to this Boy they came I know not whether They brought or from his lips did honey gather The Wood-Nymphs oftentimes would bâ—â—iâ—d be And plucke for him the blushing Strawberie Making of them a Bracelet on a Bent Which for a fauour to this Swaine they sent Sitting in shades the Sunne would oft by skips Steale through the boughes and seize vpon his lips The chiefest cause the Sunne did condescend To Phaetonâ— request was to this end That whilst the other did his Horses reyne He might slide from his Spheare court this Swaine Whose sparkling eyes vi'd lustre with the Starres The truest Center of all Circulars In briefâ— if any man in skill were able To finish vp Apelles halfe done Table This Boy the man left out were fittest sure To be the patterne of that portraiture Piping he sate as merry as his looke And by him lay his Bottle and his Hooke His buskins edg'd with siluer were of silke Which held a legge more white then mornings milk Those Buskins he had got and brought away For dancing best vpon the Reuell day His Oaten Reede did yeeld forâ—h such sweet Notes Ioyned in consort with the Birds shrill throtes That equaliz'd the Harmony of Spheares A Musicke that would rauish choisest eares Long look'd they on who would not long looke on That such an obiect had to looke vpon Till at the last the Nymph did Marine send To aske the neerest way whereby to wend To those faire walkes where sprung Marina's ill Whilst she would stay 〈◊〉 Marine obey'd her will And hastned towards him who would not doe so That such a pretty iourney had to goe Sweetly she came and with a modest blush Gaue him the day and then accosted thus Fairest of men that whilst thy flocke doth feed Sitt'st sweetly piping on thine Oaten Reed Vpon this Little berry some ycleep A Hillocke void of care as are thy sheepe Deuoid of spots and sure on all this greene A fairer flocke as yet was neuer seene Doe me this fauour men should fauour Maids That whatsoeuer path directly leads And void of danger thou to me doe show That by it to the Marish I might goe Mariage quoth he mistaking what she said Natures perfection thou most fairest Maid If any fairer then the fairest may be Come sit thee downe by me know louely Ladie Loue is the readiest way if tane aright You may attaine thereto full long ere night The Maiden thinking he of Marish spoke And not of Mariage straight-way did inuoke And praid the Shepheards God might alwaies keepe Him from all danger and from Wolues his sheepe Wishing withall that in the prime of Spring Each sheepe he had two Lambs might yeerely bring But yet quoth she arede good gentle Swaine If in the Dale below or on yond Plaine Or is the Village situate in a Groue Through which my way lies and ycleeped loue Nor on yoâ—d Plaine nor in this neighbouring wood Nor in the Dale where glides the siluer flood But like a Beacon on a hill so hie That euery one may see 't which passeth by Is Loue yplac'd ther 's nothing can it hide Although of you as yet 't is vnespide But on which hill quoth she pray tell me true Why here quoth he it sits and talkes to you And are you Loue quoth she fond Swaine adue You guide me wrong my way lies not by you Though not your way yet you may lye by me Nymph with a Shepherd thou as merrily Maist loue and liue as with the greatest Lord. Greatnesse doth neuer most content afford I loue thee onely not affect worlds pelfe She is not lou'd that 's lou'd not for her selfe How many Shepherds daughters who in dutie To griping fathers haue inthral'd their beautie To wait vpon the Gout to walke when pleases Old Ianuary halt O that diseases Should linke with youth She that hath such a mate Is like two twins borne both incorporate Th' one liuing th' other dead the liuing twin Must needs be slaine through noysomnesse of him He carrieth with him such are their estates Who meerely marry wealth and not their mates As ebbing waters freely slide away To pay their tribute to the raging Sea When meeting with the floud they iustle stout Whether the one shall in or th' other out Till the strong floud new power of waues doth bring And driues the Riuer backe into his Spring So Marine's words offring to take their course By Loue then entring were kept backe and force To it his sweet face eyes and tongue assign'd And threw them backe againe into her minde How hard it is to leaue and not to do That which by nature we are prone vnto We hardly can alas why not discusse When Nature hath decreed it must be thus It is a Maxime held of all knowne plaine Thrust Nature off with forkes shee 'll turne againe Blithe Doridon so men this Shepherd hight Seeing his Goddesse in a silent plight Loue often makes the speeches organs mute Began againe thus to renue his sute If by my words your silence hath beene such Faith I am sorry I haue spoke so much Barre I those lips fit to be th'vttrers when The heauens would parly with the chiefe of men Fit to direct a tongue all hearts conuinces When best of Scribes writes to the best of Princes Were mine like yours of choisest words compleatest I de shew how grief 's a thing weighs down the greatest taint it The best of formes who knows not grief doth The skilfull'st PeÌ„cil neuer yet could paint it And reason good since no man yet could finde What figure represents a grieued minde Me thinkes a troubled thought is thus exprest To be a Chaos rude and indigest Where all doe rule and yet none beares chiefe sway Checkt onely by a power that 's more then they This doeâ— speake since to this euery louer That thus doth loue is thus still giuen ouer If that you say you will not cannot loue Oh Heauens for what cause then do you here moue Are you not fram'd of that expertest mold For whom all in this Round concordance hold Or are you framed of some other fashion And haue a forme and heart but yet a passion It cannot be for then vnto what end Did the best worke-man this great worke intend Not that by minds commerce and ioynt estate The worlds continuers still should propagate Yea if that Reason Regent of the Senses Haue but a part amongst your excellences Shee 'll tell you what you call Virginitie Is fitly lik'ned to a barren tree Which when the Gardner on it paines bestowes To graffe an Impe thereon in time it growes To such perfection that it yeerely brings As goodly