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XVII. fection,

Her hair all dark, more clear the white doth show, But not her worth : the minde her sweet perfection

And, with its night, hur face's morn commends: Admires ; how should it then give the lame tougue | Her eye-brow black, like to an ebon bow, direction?

Which sporti g Love upon her forehead bends,

And thence bis never-missing arrow seuds.

But most I wonder how that jetty ray,
Unlesse thy words be fleeting as thy wave,

Which those two blackest sunnes do fair display, Proteus, that song into my breast inspire Should shine so bright, and night should make so With which the seas, when loud they roar and rave, sweet a day. Thou softly charni'st; and windes' intestine ire,

XVIII. When 'gainst Heav'n, Earth, and seas, they did conspire,

So is my love an Heav'n; her hair a night; Thou quici laju'st: Proteus, thy song to heare,

Her shining forehead Dian's silver light; Seas list'ni:g stand, and wiudes to whistle fear;

Hier eyes the starres, their influence deligiit; The lively dolphins dance, and brisly seales gire

Her voice the spbeares; her cheek Aurora bright; Her breast the globes, where Heaven's paths milkie-white

touch, Stella, my stailike love, my lovely starre :

Runves 'twist those hills ;. her hand, Arion's Her bajr a lovely brown, ber forehead high,

As much delights the eye, the tare as much. And lovely fair; such her cheeks roses are :

Such is my love; that but my love was nerer such. Lovely her lip, most lovely is her eye:

And as in each of these all love doth lie, So thousand loves within her minde retiring, Kindle ten thousand loves with gentle firing.

The earth her robe, the sea her swelling tide, Ah! let me love my love, not live in love's admiring. The starres their courses, flow'rs their springing

The trees their leaves, the Moon her divers face; pride,

(race. At Proteus' feast, where many a goodly boye, Dayes change their length, the Sunne his dayly

And many a lovely lasse, did lately meet; Be constant when you lore; Love loves not rangThere first I found, there first I lost my joy :

ing :

[ing. Her face mine eye, her voice mine eare did greet: 'Change when you sing ; Muses delight in changWhile care and eye strove which should be most

sweet, That face, or voice: but when my lips at last

It is hard to say, whether the above, or the fo!. Saluted hers, those senses strove as fast,

lowing translation, by sir John Harrington, is more

aduirable. Which most those lips did please; the eye, eare, touch, or taste.

Fair mistress, who for me to Heaven shall flye,

To bring again from thence iry wand'ring wit? The eye swears, never fairer lip was ey'd ;

Which I still lose, since from that piercing eye The eare, with those sweet relishes delighted, The dart came forth that tirst iny heart did hit : Thinks them the spheares; the taste, that nearer

Nor of my loss at all complain would I, try'd

Might I but keep that which remaineth yet : Their relish sweet, the soul to feast invited ;

But if it still decrease, within short space The touch, with pressure soft more close united, I doubt I shall be in Orlando's case. Wish'd ev.'s there to dwell ; and never cloyed, Yet well I wot where to recorer mine, While thus their joy too greedy they enjoyed, Tho' not in Paradise, nor Cynthia's sphearg, Enjoy'd not half their jos, by being overjoyed'. Yet doubtless in a place vo less divine,

In that sweet face of yours, in that fair hais, ? Ariosto's fiction of the Moon's being the re

That my lip, in those two star-like eyne, ccptacle of every thing that is lost on Earth, fur

There is my wit--I know it wanders there; nishes the poet with the following beautiful apos

And with my lips, if ye would give me leave, trophe to his mistress, with wbich he introduces

I there would search, I thence would it receive. the 351h book of Orlando Furioso: Chi salirà per me, Madogna, in cielo

And, now that we are on the subject of lips, I A riportarme il nrio perduto ingegno?

must mention William Warner, an old poet, and Che poi ch'usci da bei vostri occhi il telo,

author of a work entitled Albion's England, who Che'l cor mi fisse, ogni bor perdendo vegno;

thus describes queen Eleanor's harsh treatinent of Ne di tanta jattura mi querelo,

Rosamond, in a fine sentiment: Pur che non cresca, ma stia a questo segno;

With that she dasht her on the lippes, Ch'io dubito, se più si va scemando,

So dved double red : Di verir tal, qual'ho discritto Orlando.

Hard was the heart that gate tho blow ! Per rihaver l'ingegno :nio mi è aviso,

Softe were those lippes that bled ! Che non bisogna, che p'r l'aria io poggi

for a larger specimen of Warner's poétical abilities, Nel cerchio de la Luna, o in Paracliso,

the reader may consult the second volume of Mr. Che il mio non credo, che iant'alto allogi;

Percy's Collection of ancient Songs and Ballads, Noi bei vostri occhi, è nel sereno viso,

where he will find a pastoral, entitled Argentile Nd sen' d'avorio, e alabastrini poggi

ani Curan, which will well reward his trouble. Se ne va errando ; & io con queste labbia • Arion, a celebrated musician of antiquity, who Lo corro, se vi par, ch'io lo rihabbia.

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Pan lores the pine-tree, Jove the oak approves,

Stella, avoid both Phoebus care and eye :
High populars Alcides temples crown;

His musicke he will scorn, if thee he heare : Pbrebus, though in a tree, still Daphne loves,

'Thee, Daphne, if thy face by chance he spie, Aul Hyacinths, though living now in ground : Daphne, now fairer chang'd, he'll rashly sweare; Shepherris, if you yourselves would victors see, And, viewing thee, will later rise and fall; Gird then this head with Phoebus' flow'r and tree Or, viewing thee, will never rise at all.



Phæbus and Pan both strive my love to gain, Alcinous peares, Pomona apples bore;

And seek by gifts to winne my carelesse heart; Bacchus the vine, the olive Pallas chose;

Pan vows with lambes to fill the fruitful plain; Venus loves myrtles, myrtles love the shore;

Apollo offers skill and pleasing art: Venus Adonis loves, who freshly blowes, Yet breathes no more ; weave, lads, with myrtles Phæbus and Pan their suit, my love, shall misse.

But, Stella, if thon grant my suit, a kiss ; And bay and hyacinth the garland loses. [roses,






Proteus himself, and Glaicus, seek unto me, Mira, thine eyes are those twin-heav'nly powers

And twenty gifts to please my minde devise : which to the widow'd Earth new offspring bring ; Proteus with songs, Glaucus with fish, doth woo No marvel, then, if still thy face so powers, And cheeks with beauteous blossoms freshly

Both strive to winne, but I thein both despise : So is thy face a never-fading May; [spring: For if my love my love will entertain, So is thine eye a never-falliug day.

Proteus himself, and Glaucus, seek in vain.


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DAPHNIS. Stella, thine eyes are those twin-brothers fair,

Two twin, two spotted lambes, (my song's reward), Which tempests slake, and promise quiet seas;

With them a cup I got, where Jove assum'd No inarrel, then, if thy brown shadie hair,

New shapes, to mock his wife's too jealous guards Like night portend sweet rest and gentle case :

Full of Jove's fires it burns still unconsuin'd: Thus is thine eye an ever cilining light;

Bnt, Mira, if thou gently deigne to shine, Thus is thy hair a lover's ne'er-speat night.

Thine be the cup, the spotted lainbes be thine.


If sleepy poppies yield to lilies white;

A pair of swannes are mine, and all their train; If black to snowy lambes; if night to day;

With them a cup, which Thetis' self bestow'd, If western shades to fair Aurora's light;

As she of love did hear me sadly plain; Stella must yield to Mira's shining, ray.

A pearled cup, where nectar oft hath flow'd: lo day we sport, in day we shepherds toy; [joy. But if my love will love the gift anu giver, The night for wolves; the light the shepherd's

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Sea-nymphs with shepherds sort: sea-boyes comThe shepherd's life Phoebus, a shepherd, crown'd;

plain not,

(not. His snowy flocks by stately Peneus leading.

That wood-nymphs with like love them entertain.

And all the day to songs and dances lending,

Too swift it runncs, and spends too fast in spending.. What herb was that, on which old Glaucus feeding With day their sports began, with day they take Grows never old, but now the gods augmenteth ?

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Delia herself her rigour bard relenteth :
To play with shepherd's boy she's not ashamed.


THE SPENCER OF THIS AGE. Venus, of frothy seas thou first wast framed ;

DEAR FRIEND, The waves thy cradle: now love's queen art pamed.


more a stranger now : I lately past Thy curious building-call'dbut then my haste

Deny'd me a full draught; I did but taste. Thou gentle boy, what prize may well reward thee? Thy wine was rich and pleasing ; did appear So slender gift as this not half requites thee. No common grape; my haste.could not forbear May prosp'rous starres and quiet seas regard thee; | A second sip; I hung a garland there : But most that pleasing starre that most delights thee:

Past on my way; I lash'd through thick and thin, May Proteus still, and Glaucus, dearest hold thee; Dispatch'd my business, and return'd again; But most her influence, all safe infold thee:

I call’d the second time; unhors'd, went in : May she with gentle beams from her fair spheare View'd every room ; each room was beautify'd behold thee.

With new invention, carv'd on every side,
To please the common and the curious ey'd :

View'd every office; every office lay
As whistling windes 'gainst rocks their voices tear Like a rich magazine ; and did bewray

As rivers thro’ the vallies softly gliding; [ing; Thy treasure, opend with thy golden key :
As haven after cruel tempests fearing;
Such, fairest boy, such is thy verses' sliding:

View'd every orchard; every orchard did
Thine be the prize: may Pan and Phoebus grace

Appear a paradise, whose fruits were bid (thee;

(Per chance) with shadowing icaves, but none Most, whom thou most admir’st, may she embrace

forbid : And faming in thy love, with snowy arms enlace

View'd every plot; spent some delightful houra thee.

In every garden, full of new-born flowers,
Delicious banks, and delectable bowers.

T'hus having stepp'd and travell'd every stair
You lovely boys, full well your art you guided ; Within, and tasted every fruit that's rare

That with your striving songs your strife is ended: Without, I made thy house my thorough-fare. So you yourselves the cause have well decided ;

And by no judge can your award be mended. Then give me leave, rare Fletcher (as before

Then since the prize, for only one intended, I left a garland at thy gates) once more
You both refuse, we justly may reserve it,

To hang this ivy at thy postern-door.
And as your offering in Love's temple serve it;
Since none of both deserve, when both so well de-






serve it.



them ;

MISCELLAVIES. Yet, for such songs should ever be rewarded;

Daphnis, take thou this hook of ivory clearest, Given me by Pan, when Pan my verse regarded;

COUSINS, MR. W. AND M. R. This feares the wolf; when most the wolf. thou Chamus, that with thy yellow-sanded stream fearest.

Slid'st softly down where thousand Muses dwell, But thou, my Thomalin, my love, my dearest,

Gracing their bow'rs, but thou more grac'd by Take thon this pipe, which oft proud storms restrained;

Hark Chamus, from thy low built greeny cell; Which, spite of Chamus' spite, I still retained : Was never little pipe more soft, more sweetly

Hark, how our Kentish woods with Hymen ring,

· [sing, plained.

While all the nymphs, and all the shepherds

Hymen, oh Hymen, here thy saffron garment And you, fair troop, if Thirsil you disdain not, Vouchsafe with me to take some short refection;

bring. Excesse, or daints, my lowly roof maintain not; With him a shoal of goodly shepherd-swains ; Peares, apples, plammes; no'sugred made con Yet he more goodly than the goodliest swain : fection.

'With her à troop of fairest wood-nymphs trains; So up they rose, and, by Love's sweet direction, Yet she more fair than fairest of the train:



And all in course their voice attempéring, That mak'st one soul as two and two as one: While the woods back their bounding echo Yoke lightning burdens ; love's foundation : fling,

[sing. Hymen, come Hymen, now untie the maiden Hymen, come holy Hymnen ; Hymen loud they His high built forehead almost maiden fair.

Thou that mad'st man a brief of all thou mad'st, Hath made an hundred nymphs her chance en

A little living world, and mad'st him twain vying:

Dividing him whom first thou one creat'st, Her more than silver skin, and golden bair,

And by this bond mad'st one of two again, Cause of a thousand shepherds forced dying.

Bidding her cleave to him, and him to her, Where better could her love than here have

And leave their parents, when no parents were:

[here, nested : Or he his thoughts more daintily have feasted. Hymen, send Hymen from thy sacred bosom Hymen, come Hymnen; here thy saffron coat is rested.

See where he goes! how all the troop he cheereth,

Clad with a saffron coat, in's hand a light; His looks resembling humble majesty,

Jo all his brow not one sad cloud appeareth: Rightly his fairest mother's grace befitteth: His coat all pure, his torch all burning bright. In her face blushing, fearful modesty,

Now chant we Hymen, shepherds; Hymen , The queen of chastity and beauty, sitteth :

sing; There cheerfulness all sadness far exileth:

See where he goes, as fresh as is the spring. Here love with bow unbent all gently smileth: Hymen, oh Hymen, Hymen, all the valleys ring. Hymen come, Hymen come; no spot thy garment Oh happy pair, where nothing wants to either, 'fileth.

Both having to content, and be contented; Love's bow in his bent eye-brows bended lies, Fortune and nature being spare to neither!

And in his eyes a thousand darts of loving : Ne'er may this bond of holy love be rented, Her shining stars, which (fools) we oft call But like two parallels, run a level race,

In just proportion, and in even space. eyes, As quick as Heav'n itself in speedy moving ; Hymen, thus Hymen will their spotless marriage And this in both the only difference being,

grace. Other stars blind, these stars endued with

Live each of other firmly lov'd, and loving; secing.

As far from hate, as self-ill jealousy : Hymen, come Hymen; all is for thy rites agreeing.

Moving like Heav'n still in the self-same moving ;

In motion ne'er forgetting constancy.
His breast a shelf of purest alabaster,
Where Love's self sailing often shipwreckt

Be all your days as this : no cause to plain :

Free from satiety, or (but lovers') pain. sitteth: Her's a twiu rock, unknown but to th' shipmaster;

Hymen, so Hymen still their present joys maintain. Which though him safe receives, all other splitteth:

(unbeaten, Both Love's high-way, yet by Love's) self Most like the milky path which crosses


[even. Hymen, come Hymen; all their marriage joys are

Cousin, day birds are silenc't, and those fowl And yet all these but as guilt covers be ; Within, a book more fair we written find :

Yet only sing, which hate warın Phæbus' light ;

Th' unlucky parrot, and death-boding owl, For Nature, framing th' all's epitome,

Which ush'ring into Heav'n their mistress Night, Set in the face the index of the mind.

Hallow their mates, triumphing o'er the quick Their bodies are but temples, built for

spent night. state, To shrine the graces in their silver plate : The wronged Philomel hath left to plain Come Hymen, Hymen come, these temples con Tereus' constraint and cruel ravishment : secrate.

Seems the poor bird hath lost her tongue again.

Progne long since is gone to banishinent; Hymen, the tier of hearts already tied :

And the loud tuned thrush leaves all her merriHyinen, the end of lovers never ending ;

ment. Hyınen the cause of joys, joys never tried ; Joys never to be spent, yet ever spending :

All so my frozen Muse, hid in my breast, Hymen, that sow'st with men the desert

To come into the open air refuses ; sands;

And dragg'd at length from hence, doth oft protest Come, bring with thee, come bring thy sacred

This is no time for Phoebus' loving Muses; bands :

[thou the hands. When the far distant Sun our frozen coast disuses. Hymen, come Hymen, th”hearts are join’d, join Then till the Sun, which yet in fishes hasks, Warrant of lovers, the true seal of loving,

Or watry urn, impounds his fainting head, Sign’d with the face of joy ; the holy knot,

'Twixt Taurus' horns his warmer beam unmasks, That binds two hearts, and holds from slippery

And sooner rises, latter goes to bed, · moving;

Calling back all the flowers, now to their mother A gainful loss, a stain without a blot;



Till Philomel resumes her tongue again,

Of every place, and now I fully eye it ; And Progne fierce returns from long exiling; And though with fear, yet caunot well deny it, Till the shrill blackbird chants his merry vein ;

Till the morn bell awakes me ; then for spite And the day-birds the long liv'd Sun beguiling, I shut mine eyes again, and wish back such a night ; Renew their mirth, and the years pleasant smil But in the day iny never-slack'd desire ing :

Will cast to prove by welcome forgery, Here must I stay, in sullen study pent, [ing;

That for my absence I am much the nigher ; Among our Cambridge fens my time mispend

Seeking to please with suot bing Aattery. (Die But then revisit our long long'd for Kent.

Love's wing is thought; and thought will soonest Till then live happy, the time ever mending :

Where it finds want; then as our love is dearer, Flappy the first oth' year, thrice happy be the

Absence yields presence, distance makes us nearer. ending.

Ah! might I in some humbie Kintish dale

For ever eas'ly spend my slow-pac'd hours :

Much should I scorn fair Eton's pleasant vale, TO MASTER W. C,

Or Windsor, Tempe's self, and proudest towers Willy, my dear, that late by Haddam sitting,

There would I sit, safe from the stormy showers, By little Haddain, in whose private shades,

And laugh the troublous winds and angiy sky! Unto thy fancy thousand pleasures fitting,

Piping (ab !) might I live, and piping might I die, With dainty nymphs, those retired glares And would my lucky fortune so much grace me, Didst spend thy time; (t'me that too quickly As in low Cranebrooke or high Brenchly's-hill, fades).

Or in some cabin near thy dwelling place me, Ah! much I fear that those so pleasing toys There would I gladly sport and sing my till, Have too much lullid thy sense and mind in slum And teach my tender Muse to raise her quill ; b'ring joys.

And that high Mantuan shepherd's self to dare ; Now art thou come to nearer Maddingly,

If ought with that high Mantuan shepherd mought Which with fresh sport and pleasure doth en

compare. tħral thee;

There would I chant either thy Gemma's praise, There new delights withdraw thy ear, thy eye; Or else my Fusca ; fairest shepherdess !

Too much I fear lest some ill chance befal thee: Or when me list my slepder pipe to raise,

Hark how the Cambridge Muses thence recal Sing of Eliza's fixed mournfulness, Willy our dear, Willy his time abuses : [thee ;

And much bewail such woful beariness; But sure thou hast forgot our Chame and Cam Whilst she a dear-lord hart (ah luckless !) slew, bridge Muses.

Whose fall she all too late, too soon, too much, Return now, Willy; now at length return thee : Here thou and I, under the sprouting vine,

But seeing now I am not as I would, By yellow Chame, where no hot ray shall burn

But here, among th' unbonour'd willow's shade, thee,

The muddy Chime doth me enforced hold;

Here I forswear my merry piping trade :
Will sit and sing among the Moses' nine ;
Aud, safely covered from the scalding shine,

My little pipe, of seven reeds ymade,
We'll read that Mantuan shepherd's sweet com-

(Ah pleasing pipe!) l'll hang upon this bough: plaining,


Thou Chame, and Chamish nymphs, bear witness Whom fair Alexis griev'd with his unjust dis

of my vow. And, when we list, to lower notes descend;

Hear Thirsil's moan, and Fusca's cruelty : He cares not now his ragged Rock to tend;

TO E. C. IN CAMBRIDGE, MY SON BY THE UNIVERSITY. Fusca bis care, but careless enemy:

When first my mind call'd itself in to think, Hope oft he sees sbine in her humble eye,

There fell a strife not easy for to end; (brink, But soon her angry words of bope deprives him : Which pame should first crown the white paper's So often dies with love, but love as oft revives An awing father, or an equal friend : him.

Fortune gives choice of either to my mind; Both bonds to tie the soul, it never move;

That of commanding, this of easy love. TO MY EVER HONOURED COUSIN, W. R. ESQUIRE. The lines of love, which from a father's heart STRANGE power of home, with how strong-twisted | Ascend to tb’ father, drawn from every part,

Are drawn down to the son: and from the son arms, And Gordian-twined knot, dost thou enchain me

Each other cut, and from the first transition Never might fair Calisto's doubled charms,

Still further wander with more wide partition : Nor powerful Circe's whisp'ring so detain me,

But friends, like parallels, run a level race, Though all her art she spent to entertain me;

In just proportion, and most even space. Their presence could not force a weak desire; Then since a double choice, double affection But, oh! thy powerful absence breeds still grow Hath plac'd itself in my twice loving breast; ing fire.

No title then can add to this perfection, By night thou try'st with strong imagination

Nor better that, which is already best: To force my sense 'gainst reason to belie it;

So naming one, I must imply the rest,
Methinks I see the fast-imprinted fashion

Tbe same a father, and a friend ; or rather,
Both one; a father friend, and a friend fathet.

did rue.

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