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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
small volume inserted, I consecrate to your religi Their time they still bestow,
ous countess, my most worthy lady. And so Nor to their fountains none retires,
I rest

Nor on their course will go.
The honourer of you, and

Those brouks with lillies bravely dečkid,
your noble family, So proud and wanton made,

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
Though far from vulgar sight,

Their beauties to the brooks;
Which with those pleasures doth abound
That it Elysium hight.

That Phæbus in his lofty race
Where, in delights that never fade,

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
Who from the top of some curl'd birch

Of some rich princely room :
Those notes redoubled rings.
There daisies damask every place,

Pomegranates, lemons, citrons, so
Nor once their heauties lose,

Their laded branches bow,

Their leaves in number that outgo
That when proud Phæbus hides his face
Themselves they scorn to close.

Nor roomth will them allow.
The pansy and the violet here,

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
That it excels them both.

Make short the longest day.
Wherewith displeas'd they hang their heads, The thrice three Virgins heavenly clear,
So angry soon they grow,

Their trembling timbtels sound
And from their odoriferous beds

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,
No waste is made by time,

As time on plant or creatures growt,
Nor doth the autama ever miss
The blossums of the prime.

So still their strength renew'th.
The flower that July forth doth bring

The poets' Paradise tbis is,

To which but few can come ;
In April here is seen,
The primrose, that puts on the spring,

The Muses' only bower of bliss,

Their dear Elysium, lą July decks each green.

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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, .
Till he forgot his way:

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.
This Nymphal of delights doth treat,
Choice beauties, and proportions neat,

DORIDA. Had I a cheek like Rodope's, .

In midst of which doth stand
Of curious shapes and dainty features
Describ'd in two most perfect creatures. A grove of roses, such as these,

Jo such a snowy land :
When Phæbus with a face of mirth

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 glaze the gliding streams;

And die for very shame.
Within a goodly myrtle grove,
Upon that hallow'd day

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
And through the thickets thrill'd his fires,

Full summer forth should bring.
Supposing to have seen
The sovereign goddess of desires,

DORIDA. Had I a body like my dear,
Or Jove's imperious queen:

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
As well it might be deem'd,

Would venture for my rape.
That th' one of them the other was,
And but themselves they seem'd.

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;
At barley-break and prison-base,

I would not doubt at all to make
Do pass the time away:
This peerless pair together set,

Each finger of my hand
The other at their sport,

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
As its delicious fellows do,

A pillar for her shrine.
Thy temples that adorn.
RODOPE.'Nay had I thine, my Dorida,

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 :
Is but a very toy."

Such power there with her presence cámes
Stern tempests she allay'd,

The cruel tiger she could tame,

She raging torrents stay'd.

She chid, she cherish'd, she gave life;

Again she made to die,
The Muse new courtship doth devise, She rais'd a war, appeas'd a strife,
By nature's strange varieties,

With turning of her eye.
Whose rarities she here relates,

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,
And as the sequel well did show,

When Lalus thus begun :
It very well might be;
For never hart, nor hare, nor roe,

LALUS. Sweet Lirope, I have a lamb
Were half so swift as he,

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,
It will fetch jumps about your head,

So thou'lt leave bim and go with me.
As innocently to express
Its silly sheepish thankfulness;

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
And nimbly do the summersault,

So she'll leave him and go with me.
Upon the hinder legs 'twill go,
And follow you a furlong so ;

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,
Your goat and mutton pretty be,

With the fin'st tbe siłk worm weaves,
But, youths, these are no baits for me:
Alas, good men, in vain ye woo,

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
Shall stick a pearl orient and great,

So thou'lt leave him, and go with me.
Which so the wand'ring birds shall cheat,
That some shall stoop to look for cherries,

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,
From the crown beneath the feet,

So thou'lt leave him and go with me.
Amber, coral, ivory, pearl ;
If this cannot win a girl,

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;

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