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ness before this might have found it out; I crave The sweets for sov'reignty contend, of your lordship the patronage of my Elysium,
And so abundant be,
That to the very earth they lénd, which, if the Muse fail me not, shall not be al
And bark of every tree. together unworthy of your protectio. í háve often adventured upon desperate untrodden ways,
Rills tising out of every bank,
In wild meanders strain, which hath drawn some severe censures upon And playing many a wanton prank many of my labours; but that neither hath, nor l'pon the speckled plain, can ever trouble me. The Divine Poems in this
In gambols and lascivious gyres
Nor on their course will go.
Those brouks with lillies bravely dečkid,
That they their courses quite neglect,
And seem as though they staid. THE DESCRIPTION OF ELYSIUM.
Fair Flora in her state to view A PARADISE On Earth is found,
Which through those lillies looks,
For as those lillies lean'd to show
Their beauties to the brooks;
That Phæbus in his lofty race
Oft lays aside his beams, The Muses lulled be,
And comes to cool his glowing face And sit at pleasure in the shade
In these delicious streams, Of many a stately tree,
Oft spreading rines climb up the cleeves, Which no rough tempest makes to reel,
Whose ripen'd clusters there Nor thcir strait bodies bows,
Their liquid purple drop, which drives Their lofty tops do never feel
A vintage through the yeat: The weight of winter's snows;
Those cleeves whose craggy sides are clad In groves that evermore are green,
With trees of sundry suits, No falling leaf is there,
Which take continual summer glad, But Philomel (of birds the queen)
Even bending with their fruits, In music spends the year.
Some rip’ning, ready some to fak, The merl upon her myrtle perch
Some blossom'd, some to bloom, There to the mavis sings,
Like gorgeous hangings on the wall
Of some rich princely room :
Pomegranates, lemons, citrons, so
Their laded branches bow,
Their leaves in number that outgo
Nor roomth will them allow.
There in perpetual summer's shade, As seeming to descend
Apollo's prophets sit, Both from one root, a very pair,
Among the flowers that nerer fade, For sweetness do contend,
But fourish like their wit. And pointing to a pink to tell
To whom the nymphs upon their lyres Which bears it, it is loth
Tune many a curious lay, To judge it; but replies, for smell
And with their most melodious quires
Make short the longest day.
Their trembling timbtels sound
Whilst the three comely Graces there Their sweets at it they throw,
Dance many a dataty round. The winter here a summer is,
Decay nor age there nothing knows,
There is continual youth,
As time on plant or creatures growt,
So still their strength renew'th.
The poets' Paradise tbis is,
To which but few can come ;
The Muses' only bower of bliss,
Their dear Elysium, lą July decks each green.
Here happy souls, (their blessed bowers, DORIDA. To me like thiqe had Nature given Free from the rude resort
A brow, so arch’d, so clear, Of beastly people) spend the hours
A front, wherein so much of Heaven ta harmless mirth and sport.
Doth to each eye appear ;
The world should see, I would strike dead. Then on to the Elysian plains
The Milky-way that's now, Apollo doth invite you,
And say that nectar Hebe shed Where he provides with pastoral strains,
Fell all upon my brow. In Nymphals to delight you.
RODOPE. O had I eyes like Dorida's,
I would enchant the day,
And make the Sun to stand at gaze, .
and cause his sister, queen of streams,
When so I list by night,
By her much blushing at my beams
T eclipse her borrow'd light.
DORIDA. Had I a cheek like Rodope's, .
In midst of which doth stand
Jo such a snowy land :
I would make the lily which we now Had Aung abroad his beams,
So much for whiteness name, To blanch the bosom of the earth,
As drooping down the head to bow,
And die for very shame.
RODOPE. Had I a bosom like to thine, The nymphs to that bright queen of love
When I it pleas'd to show, Their vows were us'd to pay.
To what part o'th' sky I would incline Fair Rodope and Dorida
I would make the etherial bow; Met in those sacred shades,
My swannish breast branch'd all with blue, Than whom the Sun in all his way
la bravery like the spring; Ne'er saw two daintier majds.
In winter to the general view
Full summer forth should bring.
DORIDA. Had I a body like my dear,
Were I so straight, so tall, Both of so wond'rous beauties were,
O, if so broad my shoulders were, In shape both so excel,
Had I waist so smalt; That to be parallelld elsewhere,
I would challenge the proud queen of love No judging eye could tell.
To yield to me for shape, And their affections to surpass,
And I should fear that Mars or Jove
Would venture for my rape.
RODOPE. Had I a hand like thee, my girl,
(This hand o let me kiss !) And whilst the nymphs that near this place Disposed were to play
These ivory arrows pil'd with pearl,
Had I a hand like this;
I would not doubt at all to make
Each finger of my hand
To task swift Mercury to take None near their free discourse to let,
With bis enchanting wand. Each other thus they court.
DORIDA. Had I a thigh like Rodope's; DORIDA. My sweet, my sovereigo Rodope,
Which 'twas my chance to view, My dear delight, my love,
When lying on yon bank at ease That lock of hair thou sent'st to me,
The wind thy skirt up blew; I to this bracelet wove;
I would say it were a column wrought Which brighter every day doth grow
To some intent divine, The longer it is worn,
And for our chaste Diana sought
A pillar for her shrine.
RODOPR. Had I a leg but like to thing, I would them so bestow,
That were so neat, so clean, As that the wind upon my way
A swelling calf, a small so fine, Might backward make them flow,
An ancle round and lean; So should it in its great'st excess
I would tell Nature she doth miss Turn to becalmed air,
Her old skill; and maintain, And quite forget all boist'rousness
She showed ber master-piece in this, To play with every hair.
Not to be done again.
DORIDA. Had I that foot hid in those shoes,
But Lalus in the vale was bred (Proportion'd to my height)
Amongst the sheep and neat, Short heel, thin instep, even toes,
And by those nymphs there choicelý fed A sole so wond'rous strait ;
With honey, milk, and wheat ; The foresters and nymphs at this
Of stature goodly, fair of speech, Amazed all sbould stand,
And of behaviour mild, And kneeling down should meekly kiss
Like those there in the valley rich, The print left in the sand.
That bred hint of a child.
Of falconry they bad the skill, By this the nymphs came from their sport,
Their bawks to feed and fly, All pleased wondrous well,
No better hunters e'er clome hill, And to those maidens make report
Nor hallood to a cry. What lately them befel :
In dingles deep, and mountains hoar, One said the dainty Lelipa
Oft with the bearded spear Did all the rest outgo,
They combated the tusky boar, Another would a wager lay
And slew the angry bear. She would outstrip a rce
In music they were woudrots quaint, Says one, “ How like ye Florimel?
Fine airs they could devise ; There is your dainty face !"
They very curiously could paint, A fourth reply'd, she lik'd that well,
And neatlý poetise ; Yet better lik'd her grace:
That wagers many times were laid “ She's counted, I confess," qaoth she,
On questions that arose, “ To be our only pearl,
Which song the witty Lalus made, Yet have I heard her oft to be
Which Cleon should compose. A melancholy girl.".
The stately steed they manag'd well, Another said she quite mistook,
Of fence the art they knew, That only was her art,
For dancing they did all excel When melancholy bad her look,
The girls that to them drew; Then mirth was in her heart.
To throw the sledge, to pitch the bar, “ And hath she then that pretty trick ?
To wrestle, and to run, Another doth reply:
They all the youh excell'd so far, " I thought no nymph could have been sick
That still the prize they won. Of that disease but I."
These sprightly gallants lov'd a lass, “ I know you can dissemble well,”
Call'd Lirope the Bright, Quoth one, “ to give you due;
In the whole world there scarcely was But here be some (who I'll not tell)
So delicate a wight. Can do't as well as you."
There was no beauty so divine Who thus replies, “ I know that too,
That ever nymph did grace, We have it from our mother;
But it beyond itself did shine Yet there be some this thing can do
In her more heavenly face: More cunningly than other:
What form she pleas'd each thing would take If maidens but dissemble can
That e'er she did behold, Their sorrow and their joy,
Of pebbles she could diamonds make, Their poor dissimulation then
Gross iron turn to gold :
Such power there with her presence cámes
The cruel tiger she could tame,
She raging torrents stay'd.
She chid, she cherish'd, she gave life;
Again she made to die,
With turning of her eye.
Some said a god did her beget, And gives you pastoral delicates.
But much deceiv'd were they,
Her father was a Rivulet, Lalus, a jolly youthful lad,
Her mother was a fay. With Cleon, no less crown'd
Her lineaments so fine that were, With virtues ; both their beings had
She from the fairy fook, On the Elysium ground.
Her beauties and complexion clear; Both having parts so excellent,
By nature from the brook. That it a question was,
These rivals waiting for the hour Which should be the most eminent,
(The weather calm and fair) Or did in aught surpass.
When as she us'd to leave her bower, This Cleon was a mountaineer,
To take the pleasant air : And of the wilder kind,
Accosting her, their compliment And from his birth had many a year
To her their goddess done; Been nurst up by a hind:
By gifts they tempt her to consent,
When Lalus thus begun :
LALUS. Sweet Lirope, I have a lamb
Newly weaped from the dam,
Of the right kind, it is notted',
Through their nibbling bills they'll chirup Naturally with purple spotted,
And futtering feed you with the sirup, Into laughter it will put yon,
And if thence you put them by, To see how prettily 'twill butt you ;
They to your white neck will ny, When on sporting it is set,
And if you expulse them there, It will beat you a curvet,
They'll hang upon your braided hair; And at every nimble bound
You so long shall see them pratile Turn itself above the ground;
Till at length they'll fall to battle; When 'tis hungry it will bleat,
And when they have fought their fill, From your hand to have its meat,
You will smile to see them bíll: And when it hath fully fed,
These birds my Lirope's shall be,
So thou'lt leave bim and go with me.
CLEON. His sparrows are not worth a rush, When you bid it, it will play,
I'll find as good in every bush ; Be it either night or day:
Of doves I have a dainty pair, This, Lirope, I have for thee,
Which when you please to take the air, So thou alone wilt live with me.
About your head shall gently hover,
Your clear brow from the Sun to cover, Cleon. Proin him O turn thine ear away,
And with their nimble wings shall fan you, And hear me, my lov'd Lirope,
That neither cold nor heat shall tan yon. I have a kid as wbite as milk,
And like umbrellas with their feathers His skin as soft as Naples silk,
Shield you in all sorts of weathers : His horns in length are wondrous even,
They be most dainty colour'd things, And curiously by Nature writhen ;
They have damask backs and chequer'd wings; It is of th’ Arcadian kind,
Their necks more various colours show There's not the like 'twixt either Ind;
Than there be mixed in the bow ; If you walk, 'twill walk you by,
Venus saw the lesser dove, If you sit down, it down will lie,
And therewith was far in love, It with gesture will you woo,
Offering for't her golden ball, And counterfeit those things you do
For her son to play withal: . D'er each hillock it will vault,
These my Lirope's shall be
So she'll leave him and go with me.
LIROPE. Then for sparrows, and for doves, And if by chance a tune you rotė,
I am fitted 'twixt my loves; 'Twill foot it finely to your notes
But, Lalus, I take no delight Seek the world and you may miss
In sparrows, for they'll scratch and bite; To find out such a thing as this:
And though join'd, they are ever wooing, This my love I have for thee,
Always billing if not doing; So thou'lt leave him and go with me.
'Twixt Venus' breasts if they have lien, LIROPB. Believe me, youths, your gifts are rare, I much fear they'll infect mine : And you offer wondrous fair ,
Cleon, your doves are very dainty, Lalus for lamb, Cleon for kid,
Tame pigeons else you know are plenty, 'Tis hard to judge which most doth bid :
These may win some of your marrows, And have you two such things in store,
I am not caught with doves nor sparrows. And I ne'er knew of them before ?
I thank ye kindly for your cost, Well yet I dare a wager lay
Yet your labour is but lost. That Brag my little dog shall play
LALUS. With full-leav'd lilies I will stick As dainty tricks when I shall bid, As talus' lamb, or Cleon's kid.
Thy braded hair all o'er so thick,
That from it a light shall throw But 't may fall out that I may need them,
Like the Sun's upon the snow. Till when ye may do well to feed them;
Thy mantle shall be violet leaves,
With the fin'st tbe siłk worm weaves,
As finely woven, whose rich smell
The air about thee so shall swell 'Tis not your lamb nor kid will do.
That it shall have no power to move. LALUS. I have two sparrows white as snow,
A ruff of pinks thy robe above Whose pretty eyes like sparks do show;
About thy neck so neatly set In her bosom Venus hatch'd them,
That art it cannot counterfeit, Where her little Cupid watch'd them,
Which still shall look so fresh and new, Till they too fledge their nests forsook,
As if upon their roots they grew : Themselves and to the fields betook,
And for thy head I'll have a tire Where by chance a fowler caught them,
Of netting, made of strawberry wire; Of whom I full dearly bought them ;
And in each knot that doth compose They'll fetch you conserve from the hip’,
A mesh, shall stick a half blown rose, And lay it softly on your lip,
Red, damask, white, in order set
About the sides, shall run a fret ! Without horns.
Of primroses, the tire throughout · The red fruit of the smooth bramble, With thrift and daisies fring'd about : VOL IV.
All this, fair nymph, I'll do for thee,
To be the covering of thy boat; So thou'lt leave him and go with me.
And on the stream as thou dost float, CLEON. These be but weeds and trash he brings, Themselves about thy barge sball keep,
The Najades that haunt the deep, P'll give thee. solid costly things,
Recording most delightful days, His will wither and be gone
By sea-gods written in thy praise. Before thou well can'st put them on;
And in what place thou happ'st to land, With coral I will have thee crowo'd,
There the gentle silrery sand Whose branches intricately wound
Shall soften, curled with the air, Shall girt thy temples every way;
As sensible of thy repair : And on the top of every spray
This, my dear love, r'll do for thee
So thou'lt leave him, and go with me.
CLEON. Tush, nymph, his swans will prove but As other for tralucent berries.
geese, And wond'ring, caught ere they be ware
His barge drinks water like a fleece; In the curl'd trammels of thy hair:
A boat is base; I'll thee provide And for thy neck a crystal chain,
A chariot, wherein Jove may ride, Whose links shap'd like to drops of rain,
In which when bravely thou art borne, Upon thy panting breast depending,
Thou shalt look like the glorious morn Shall seem as they were still descending ;
Ushering the Sun, and such a one, And as thy breath doth come and go,
As to this day was never known ; So seeming still to ebb and flow :
Of the rarest Indian gums, With amber bracelets cut like bees,
More precious than your balsamums, Whose strange transparency who sees,
Which I by art have made so bard, With silk small as the spider's twist
That they with tools may well be carv'd Doubled so oft about thy wrist,
To make a coach of; which shall be Would surely think alive they were,
Materials of this one for thee, From lilies gathering honey there.
And of thy chariot, each small piece Thy buskins ivory, carv'd like shells
Shall inlaid be with ambergrease, Of scollop, which as little bells
And gilded with the yellow ore Made hollow, with the air shall chime,
Produc'd from Tagus' wealthy shore ; And to thy steps shall keep the time:
In wbich along the pleasant lawn, Leave Lalus, Lirope, for me,
With twelve white stags thou shalt be drawn, And these shall thy rich dowry be,
Whose branch'd palms, of a stately height,
With several nosegays shall be dight; LIROPE. Lalus for flowers, Cleon for gems,
And as thou rid'st thy coach about, For garlands, and for diadems
For thy strong guard shall run a rout . I shall be sped ; why this is brave :
Of ostriches, whose curled plumes, What nymph can choicer presents have?
Cens'd with thy chariot's rich perfumes, With dressing, braiding, frouncing, flow'ring,
The scent into the air shall throw, All your jewels on me pouring,
Whose naked thighs shall grace the show ; In this bravery being drest,
Whilst the wood-nymphs, and those bred To the ground I shall be prest,
Upon the mountains, o'er thy head That I doubt the nymphs will fear me,
Shall bear a canopy of flowers, Nor will venture to come rear me;
Tinsell'd with drops of April showers, Never lady of the May
Which shall make more glorious shows To this hour was half so gay ;
Than spangles, or your silver oars : All in flowers, all so sweet,
This, bright nymph, I'll do for thee,
So thou'lt leave him and go with me.
LIROPE. Vie and revie, like chapmen proffer'd, There's nothing can, and this ye woo me.
Would't be received what you have offer'd, Give me your hands, and trust ye to me;
Ye greater honour cannot do me, (Yet to tell ye I am loth)
If not building altars to me: That I'll bave neither of you both.
Both by water, and by land,
Barge and chariot at command; LALUS. When thou shalt please to stem the flood, Swans upon the streams to taw me, (As thou art of the wat'ry brood)
Stags upon the land to draw me; I'll have twelve swans more white than snow, In all this pomp should I be seen, Yok'd for the purpose, two and two,
What a poor thing were a queen! To draw thy barge wrought of fine reed
All delights in such excess, So well, that it nought else shall need.
As buty, who can express : The traces by which they shall hail
Thus mounted should the nymphs me see, Thy barge, shall be the winding trail
All the troop would follow me, Of wondbine, whose brave tassel'd flowers
Thinking by this state that I (The sweetness of the wood-nymphs' bowers) Would assume a deity. Shall be the trappings to adorn
There be some in love have been, The swans, by which the barge is borne ;
And I may coinmit that sin; Of flower'd fags I'll rob the bank,
And if e'er I be in love, Of water-caps and king-cups rank,
With one of you I fear 'twill prove;