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"God shield!” (quoth he, and turning up his eyes,) When Winchester, with all those enemies
“ 'To former health I hope him to restore, Whom my inuch power from audicace had den
For in my skill his sound recovery lies ;

Doubt not thereof, if setting God before."

Ibe longer time their mischiefs to devise, " Are you a surgeon ?” (Peace again replies.) Feeling with me how lastly now it far'd, "Yea," quoth the frier, and sent to heal his sore." When I had done the king wbat did suffice, “Come near,"quoth Peace," and God your com. Lastly, thrust in against me to be heard, ing speed,

When what was ill, contrarily turo'd good,
Never of help Contrition had more need." Making amain to th’ shedding of iny blood.
And for more haste he haleth in the frier,

And that the king his action doth deny,
And his lord Conscience quickly of him told, And on my guilt doth altogether lay,
Who entertain'd him with right friendly cheer: Having his riot satisfy'd thereby,
“O) sir," quoth he, “entreat you that I could Seems not to know how I therein did sway,
To lend your hand to my dear cousin here, What late was truth, now turn’d to heresy :
Contrition, whom a sore disease doth huld, When he by me had purchased his prey,
That wounded by Hypocrisy of late,

Himself to clear, and satisfy the sin,
Now lieth in most desperate estate.”

Leaves me but late bis instrument therein.
Sir,” quoth the frier, “ I hope him soon to cure, Those laws I made myself alone to please,
Which to your comfort quickly you shall see,

To give me power more freely to my will,
Will he awhile my dressing but endure."

Even to my equals hurtful sundry ways,
And to Contrition therewith cometh he,

(Forced to things that most do say were ill) And by fair speech himself of bim assure,

l'pon me now as violently seize, But first of all going thorough for his fee :

By which I lastly perish'd by my skill, Which done, quoth he, "if outwardly you show On mine own neck returning (as my due) Sound, 't not avails if inwardly or no."

That heavy yoke wherein by me they drew. But secretly assoiling of his sin,

My greatness threaten'd by ill-boding eyes,
No other med'cine will he to bim láy,

My actions strangely censured of all,
Saving, that Heaven his silver him should win: Yet in my way, my giddiness not sees
And to give friers, was better than to pray;

The pit wherein I likely was :o fall.
So he were shriv'd, what need he care a piu ? O, were the sweets of man's felicities
Thus with his patient he so long did play,

Often amongst not temper'd with some gall,
Until Contrition had forgot to weep.

He would forget by his o'erweening skill,
This the wise ploughman show'd me from his Just leaven above doth censure good and ill!

Things over-rank do never kindly bear,
He saw their faults that loosely lived then,

As in the corn, the fluvure when we see
Others again our weaknesses shall see:

Fills but the straw, when it should fill the ear,
For this is sure, be bideth not with men,

Rotting that time in ripening it should be,
That shall know all to be what they should be:

And being once down, itself can never rear:
Yet let the faithful and industrious pen

With us well doth this simile agree,
Have the due merit; but return to me,

(By the wise man) due to the great in all, Whose fall this while blind Fortune did devise, By their own weight being bruken in their To be as strange as strangely I did rise.

Those secret foes yet subtly to deceive,

Self-loving man what sooner doth abuse,
That me maligning, lifted at my state,

And more than his prosperity doth wound ?
The king to marry forward still I heare,

Into the deep but fall how can he cbuse,
(His former wife being repudiate)

That over strides whereon his foot to ground?
With Aon the sister of the duke of Cleve,

Who sparingly prosperity doth use,
The German princes to confederate,

And to himself doth after-ill propound,
To back me still 'gainst those that 'gainst me lay, Unto his height who happily doth climb,

Which as their own retain'd me here in pay. Sits above Fortune, and controlleth Tiine.
Which my destruction principally wrought, Not choosing what is most delight doth bring,
When afterward abandoning her bed,

And most that by the general breath is freeil,
Which to his will to pass could not be brought, Wooing that suffrage but the virtuous thing,
So long as yet I bare about my head,

Which in itself is excellent indeed,
The unly man her safety that had sought,

Of which the depth and perfect managing
of her again and only favoured,

Amongst the most but fi'w there be that heed,
Which was the cause he hasted to my end, Afficting that agreeing with their blood,
Upon whose fall hers likewise did depend.

Seldom enduring, and as seldom good.
For în bis high distemp’rature of blood,

Bnt whilst we strive too suddenly to rise,
Who was so great whose life he did regard ? By Aatt'ring princes with a servile tongue,
Or what was it that his desires withstood,

And being soothers to their tyrannies,
He not invested, were it ne'er so hard?

Work our much woes by what doth many wrong,
Nor held he me so absolutely good,

And unto others tending injuries.
That though I cross'd him, I could not be spard : Unto ourselves it happ'ning oft among,
But with those things I lastly was to go,

In our own snares unluckily are caught,
Which he to groand did violently throw,

Whilst our attempts fall instantly to naught




The council-chamber place of my arrest,

I ask'd a nodding violet “ Why Where chief I was, when greatest was the store, It sadly hung the head ?” And hat my speeches noted of the best,

It told me, “ Cynthia late pass'd by, That did them as high oracles adore:

Too soon from it that fled."
A parliament was lastly my inqnest,

A bed of roses saw I there,
That was myself a parliament before,
The Tower hill scaffold last I did ascend :

Bewitching with their grace;
Thus the great'st nian of England made his end. Besides so wond'rous sweet they were,

That they perfuni'd the place:
I of a shrub of those enquir'd,

From others of that kind,
Who with such virtue thein inspir'd?

It answer'd (to my mind :)

“ As the base hemlock were we such, What time the grotes were clad in green,

The poisoned'st weed that grows,

Till (ynthia, by her godlike touch,
The fie'.'s drest all in flowers,

Transforin'd us to the rosc:
And that the sleck-hair'd nymphs were seeni
To seek them summer bowers :

“ Since when those frosts that winter brings, Forth rov'd I by the sliding rills,

Which candy every green, 'To find where Cynthia sat,

Renew us like the teeming springs,

And we thus fresh are seen."
Whose name so often from the hills
The Echoes wouder'd at.

At length I on a fountain light,
When me upon my quest to bring,

Whose brim with pinks was platted ;
That pleasure might excel,

The bank with datladillies dight,
The birds strove which should swoctliest sing, With grass like sleave was matted:
The flow'rs which should sweetest smell.

When I demanded of that well,
Long wand'ring in the wood, said I,

What pow'r frequented there; " O whither's Cynthia gone?".

Desiring, it would please to tell When soon the Echo doth reply

What name it us'd to bear: To my last word" Go on,"

It told me “it was Cynthia's own, At length upon a lofty fir

Within whose cheerful brims, It was my chance to find,

That curious nymph had oft been known Where that dear name most due to her,

To bathe her snowy limbs; Was carv'd upon the rind.

" Since when that water had the pow'r Wbich whilst with wonder 1 beheld,

Lost maidenhoods to restore; The bees their honey brought,

And make one twenty in an hour, And up the carved letters fillid,

Of Ason's age before.” As they with gold were wrought.

And told me “ That the bottom clear, And near that tree's more spacious root,

Now lay'd with many a fet Thin looking on the ground,

Of seed pearl, ere she bath'd her there, The shape of her most dainty foot

Was known as black as jet: Imprinted there I found.

“ As when she from the water came, Which stuck there like a curious seal,

Where first she touch'd the mould, As thought it should forbid

In balls the people made the same, Us, wretched mortals, to reveal

For pomander and sold." What under it was hid.

When chance me to an arbour led, Besides, the flowers which it had press'd,

Whereas I might hebold Appeared to my view

Two blest elysiums in one sted, More fresh and lorely than the rest,

The less the great infold; That in the meadows gtew.

The place which she had chosen out, The clear drops, in the steps that stood

Herself in to repose : Of that delicious girl,

Had they come down, the gods no doubt The nymphs, amongst their dainty food,

The very same had chose. Drunk for dissolved pearl.

The wealthy spring yet never bore The yielding sand, where she had trou,

That sweet, nor dainty flower, Untouch'd yet with the wind,

That damask'd not the chequer'd door By the fair posture plainly show'd,

Of Cynthia's summer bower. Where I might Cynthia tind.

The birch, the myrtle, and the bay, When on upon my wayless walk

Like friends did all embrace; As my desires ine draw,

And their large branches did display, I like a madman fell to talk

To canopy the place.
With every thing I saw:

Where she like Venus doth appear
I ask'd some lilies, “Why so white
They from their fellows were

Upon a rosy bed;

As lilies the soft pillows were, Who answer'd me,

“ That Cynthia's sight Had made them look so clear."

Whereon she lay'd her head.

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Hear'n on her shape such cost bestow'd,

“ Whose vilencss us shall never awe : And with such bounties bless'd,

But here oor sports shall be, No limb of her's but might have made

Such as the golden world first saw, A goddess at the least.

Most innocent and free. The flies by chance mesht in her hair,

“ Of simples in these groves that grow, By the bright radiance thrown

We'll learn the perfect skill; From her clear eyes, rich jewels were;

The nature of each herb to kuów, They so like diamonds sbone.

Which curts, and which can kill. The meanest weed the soil there bare,

“ The waxen palace of the bee, Her breath did so refine,

We seeking will surprise, That it with woodbine durst compare,

The curious workmansbip to see And beard the eglantine.

Of her full-laden thighs.

“ We'll suck the sweets out of the comb, The dew which on the tender grass

And make the gods repine, The eveniog had distillid,

As they do feast in Jove's great room, To pure rose-waler turned was,

To see with what we dine. The shades with sweets that fillid.

“ Yet when there haps a honey fall, The winds were hush'd, no leaf so small

We'll lick the syrupt leaves; At all was seen to stir:

And tell the bees, that their's is gall Whilst tuning to the waters' fall,

7'o this upon the greaves. The small birds sang to her.

“ The nimble squirrel noting here, Where she too qnickly me espies,

Her mossy dray that makes; When I too plainly see

And laugh to see the dusty deer A thousand Cupids from ber eyes

Come bounding o'er the brakes. Shoot all at once at me.”

“ The spider's web to watch we'll stand, “ Into these secret shades," quoth she,

And when it takes the bee, " How dar'st thou be so bold

We'll help out of the tyrant's hand To enter, consecrate to me,

The innocent to free. Or touch this hallow'd mould

“ Sometime we'll angle at the brook, " Those words,” quoth she, "I can pronounce,

The freckled trout to take, Which to that shape can bring

With silken worins and bait the book, Thee, which the hunter had, who once

Which him our prey shall make. Saw Dian in the spring.”

“ Of meddling with such subtle tools, " Bright nymph," again I thus reply,

Such dangers that enclose, “ This cannot me affright:

The moral is, that painted fools I had rather in thy presence die,

Are caught with silken shows. Than live out of thy sight.

" And when the Moon doth once appear, " I first upon the mountains high

We'll trace the lower grounds, Built altars to thy name,

When Fairies in their ringlets there And grar'd it on the rocks thereby,

Do dance their nightly rounds. To propagate thy fare:

« And have a flock of turtle doves, I taught the shepherds on the downs

A guiard on us to keep, Of thee to form their lays :

As witness of our honest loves 'Twas I that fill'd the nighbouring towns

To watch us till we sleep." With dittics of thy praise.

Which spoke, I felt such holy fires Thy colours I devis'd with care,

To overspread my breast Which wert unknown before:

As lent life to my chaste desires, Which since that, in their braided hair

And gave me endless rest. The nymphs and sylvans wore.

By Cynthia thus do I subsist, " Transform me to what shape you cau,

On Earth Heaven's ouly pride ;

Let her be mine, and let who list
I pass not what it be:
Yea, what most hateful is to man,

Take all the world beside.
So I may follow thee.”
Which when she heard, full pearly floods

I in her eyts might view.
Quoth she, “ Most welcome to these woods,
Too mean for one so true.

THE SHEPHERD'S SIRENA. “ Here from the hateful world we'll lives,

Dorilis, in sorrows deep, A den of mere despite :

Autumn waxing old and ci.ill, To idiots only that doth give,

As he sat his pocks to keep, Which be her sole delight.

Underneath an casy hill, “ To people the infernal pit,

Chanc'd to cast his eye aside That more and more doth strive;

On those fields, where he had seen Where only villainy is wit,

Bright Sirena, Nature's pride, Aud devils only thrive,

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To whose walks the shepherds oft

When those dangers I forecast, Came, her godlike foot to find;

That may meet thee by the way. And in places that were soft,

Do as thou shalt think it best, Kiss'd the print there left behind :

Let thy knowledge be thy guide; Where the path which she had trode,

Like thou in my constant breast, Hath thereby more glory gain’d,

Whatsoever shall hetide." Than in Heav'n that milky road,

He her letter having read, Which with nectar Hebe stain'd.

Puts it in his scrip again, But bleak winter's boistrous blasts

Looking like a man half dead, Now their fading pleasures chid,

By her kindness strangely slain: And so fill'd them with his wastes,

And as one who inly knew That from sight her steps were hid.

Her distressed present state, Silly shepherd, sad the wbile

And to her had still been true, For his sweet Sirena gone,

Thus doth with himself dilate. All his pleasures in exile,

“I will not thy face admire, laid on the cold earth alone :

Admirable though it be, Whilst his gamesome cut-tail'd cur

Nor thine eyes, whose subtle fire With his mirthless master plays,

So much wonder win in me: Striving him with sport to stir,

But my marvel shall be now, As in his more youthful days.

(And of long it hath been so) Dorilus his dog doth chide,

Of all woman-kind that thou Lays his well-tun'd bagpipe by,

Wert ordain'd to taste of woe. And his sheep-hook casts aside,

To a beauty so divine, “ There," quoth he, “ together lie."

(Paradise in little done) When a letter forth he took,

O that Fortune should assign Which to him Sirena writ,

Aught but what thou well might'st shun! With a deadly downcast look,

But my counsels such must be, And thus fell to reading it.

(Though as yet I them conceal) “ Dorilus, my dear," quoth she,

By their deadly wound in me, “ Kind companion of my woe,

They thy hurt must only heal. Though we thus dividel be,

Could I give what thou dost crave, Death cannot divorce us so :

To that pass thy state is grown, Thou whose bosom hath been still

I thereby thy life may save, Th’ only closet of my care,

But am sure to lose mine own. And in all my good and ill

To that joy thou dost conceive, Ever had thy equal share:

Through my heart the way doth lie, Might I win thee from thy fold,

Which in two for thee must cleave, Thou should'st come to visit me;

Lest that thou should'st go awry. But the winter is so cold,

Thus my death must be a toy, That I fear to hazard thee.

Which my pensive breast must cover; The wild waters are wax'd high,

Thy beloved to enjoy, So they are both deaf and dumb;

Must be taught thee by thy lover.
Lov'd they thee so well as I,

Hard the choice I have to chose ;
They would ebb when thou should'st come: To myself if friend I be,
Then my cot with light should shine

I must my Sirena lose;
Purer than the vestal fire ;

If not so, she loseth me.” Nothing here but should be thine,

Thus whilst he doth cast about That thy heart can well desire:

What therein were best to do, Where at large we will relate

Nor could vet resolve the doubt, From what cause our friendship grew,,

Whether he should stay or go : And in that the varying fate,

In those fields not far away Since we first each other knew :

There was many a frolic swain, Of my heavy passed plight,

In fresh russets day by day, As of many a future fear,

That kept revels on the plain. Which, except the silent night,

Nimble Tom, simam'd the Tup, None but only thou shalt hear.

For bis pipe without a peer, My sad heart it shalt relieve,

And could tickle Trenchmore up, When iny thoughts I shall disclose,

As t'would joy your heart to hear: For thou canst not choose but grieve,

Ralph, as much renown'd for skill, When I shall recount my woes.

That the tabor touch'd so well: There is nothing to that friend,

For his gittern little Gill, To whose close uncrannied breast

That all other did excel : We onr secret thoughts inay send,

Rock and Rollo every way, And there safely let 'em rest:

Who stil led the rustic ging, And thy faithful counsel may

And could troul a roundelay, My distressed case assist;

That would make the fields to ring: Sad affliction else diay sway

Collin on his shalm so clear, Me, a woman, as it list.

Many a high-pitch'd note that hat, Hither I would have thee kaste,

And could make the Echoes near Yet would gladly hare thee. stay,

Shout as they were waren wad :


Many a lustly swain beside,

Oft have I seen the Sun, That for nought but pleasure car'd,

To do her honour, Having Dorilus espyd,

Fix himself at his noon And with him knew how it fard,

To look upon her, Thought from him they would remove

And hath gilt every grove, This strong melancholy fit;

Every hill near her, Or so, should it not behove,

With his flames from above, Quite to put him out of's wit:

Striving to cheer her: Having learnt a song which he

And when she from his sight Sometime to Sirena sent,

Hath herself turned, Full of jollity and glee,

He, as it had been night, When the nymph liv'd near to Trent;

In clouds hath mourned, They behind him softly got,

CHO. On thy bank, Lying on the earth along,

In a rank, And when he suspected not,

Let thy swans sing her, Thus the jovial shepherds song.

And with their music

Along let them bring her. Near to the silver Trent

The verdant meads are seen, Sirena dwelleth,

When she doth view them, She to whom Nature lent

In fresh and gallant green All that excelleth;

Straight to renew them; By which the Muses late,

And every little grass And the neat Graces,

Broad itself spreadeth, Have for their greater state

Proud that this bonny lass Taken their places:

Upon it treadeth: Tvisting an Anadem,

Nor Power is so sweet Wherewith to crown her,

In this large cincture, As it belong'd to them

But it upon her feet Most to renown her.

Leaveth some tincture. cuo. On thy bank,

CHO. On thy bank, In a rank,

In a rank, Let thy swans sing her,

Let thy swans sing her, And with their music

And with their music Along let them bring her,

Along let them bring her. Tagus and Pactolus

The fishes in the flood, Are to thee debtor,

When she doth angle, Nor for their gold to us

For the hook strive agood Are they the better:

Them to intangle;
Henceforth of all the rest,

And leaping on the land
Be thou tbe river,

Prom the clear water,
Which as the daintiest,

Their scales upon the sand Puts them down ever,

Lavishly scatter; For as my previous one

Therewith to pave the mould O'er thee doth travel,

Whereon she passes,
She to pearl paragon

So herself to behold
Turneth thy gravel.

As in her glasses. cno. On thy hank,

CHO. Ôn thy bank,
In a rank,

In a rank,
Let thy swans sing her,

Let thy swans sing ber, And with their music

And with their music Along let them bring her.

Along let them bring her. Our mournful Philomel,

When she looks out by nigne, That rarest tuner,

'The stars stand gazing, Henceforth in April

Like comets to our sight
Shall wake the sooner;

Fearfully blazing;
And to her shall complain

As wond'ring at her eyes, From the thick cover,

With their much brightness, Redoubling every strain

Which so amaze the skies, Over and over:

Dimming their lightness. For when my love too long

The raging tempests are calm Her chamber keepeth;

When she speaketh, As though it suffered wrong,

Such most delightsome balm The morning weepeth.

From her lips breaketh, cho. On thy bank,

CHO. On thy bank,
In a rank,

In a rank,
Let thy swans sing her,

Let thy swans sing her, And with their music

And with their music Along let them bring her.

Along let them bring her.

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