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Hearts full of holes, (so elder shepheard's saine) Know, if you stand on faith, most women's loathing, As apter to receive than to retaine.'
'Tis but a word, a character of nothing. Whose crafts and wiles did I jotend to show, Admit it somewhat, if what we call constance, This day would not permit me time, I know: Within a heart hath no long time residence, The daye's swift horses would their course bave run, and in a woman, she becomes alone And div'd theniselves within the ocean,
Faire to berselfe, but foule to every one. Ere I should have performeel balfe my taske,
If in a man it once have taken place, Striving their craftie subtilties t'uomaske. He is a foole, or doates, or wants a face And gentle swaine some counsell take of me; To wione a wonian, and I thinke it be Love pot still where thou inai'st; love, who loves No vertue, but a meere necessitie." (" have done, thee;
“ Heaven's powers deuy it swaine" (quoth she) Draw to the courteous, Nye thy love's abhorrer, Strive not to bring that in derision, * And if she be not for thee, be not for her.' Which whosoe'er detracts in setting forth, If that she still be wavering, will away,
Doth truly derogate from his owne worth. Why should'st thou strive to hold what will not stay? It is a thing which Heaven to all hath lent This maxime, reason never can confute,
To be their vertue's chiefest orniment: • Better to live by losse than dye by sute.' Wbich wboso wants, is well compar'd to these If to some other love she is inclinde, [minde. False tables, wrought by Alcibiades; Tiine will at length cleane roote that froin her Wh'ch noted well of all, were found t' have bin Time will extinct love's Aames, bis hell-like flashes, Most faire without, but most deform’d within. And like a burning brand consum't to ashes. Then shepheard know that I intend to be Yet mai'st thou still attend, but not importune :
As true to one, as he is false to me." Who seekes oft misseth, sleepers light on fortune,'
To one?” (quoth he) “wby so ? Maides Yea, and on woman tno. Thus doltish sots
pleasure take Have fate and fairest women for their lots.
To see a thousand languish for their sake : Favour and pittie waite on patience:'
Women desire for lovers of each sort, And batred oft attendeth violence.
And why not you? Th’amorous swaine for sport; If thou wilt get desire, whence love hath pawn'd it, The lad that drives the greatest flocke to field, Believe me, take thy time, but ne'r demaund it. Will buskins, gluves, and other fancies yeeld; Women, as well as men, retaine desire;
The gallant swaine will save you from the jawes But can dissemble, more than men, their fire.
Of ravenous bears, and from the lyon's pawes. be never caught with lookes, nor selfe-wrought
Beleeve what I propound; doe many chuse, rumour:
• The least hearbe in the field serves for some use.??? Nor by a quaint disguise, nor singing humour. Nothing perswaded, nor asswag'd by this, 'Those out-side showes are toyes, which outwards Was fairest Marine, or her heavinesse : But virtue lodg’d within, is onely faire. (snare: But prais'd the shepheard as he ere did hope, If thou hast seene the beauty of our nation, His silly sheepe should fearelesse have the scope And tind'st her have no love, have thou no passion: Of all the sliadowes that the trees do lend, But seeke thou further ; other places sure From Raynard's stealth, when Titan doth ascend, May yeeld a face as faire, a love more pure : And runne his mid-way course ; to leave her there, Leave, (O, then leave) fond swaine, this idle course, And to his wleating charge againe repaire. For Love's a god no mortall wight can force.” He condescended ; left her by the brooke,
Thus Remond said, and saw the faire Marine And to the swaine and's sheepe himselfe betooke. Plac'd neere a spring, whose waters christaline He gone: she with herselfe thus gan to saine; Did in their murmurings bare a part, and plained “ Alas poore Marine, think'st thou to attaine That one so true, so faire, should be disdained : His love by sitting here? or can the fire Whilst in her cryes, that fild the vale along, Be quencht wilh wood ? can we allay desire Still Celand was the burthen of her song.
By wanting what's desired ? O that breath, The stranger shepheard left the other swaine, The cause of life, should be the cause of death! To give attendance to his fleecy traine ;
That who is shipwrackt on love's hidden shelfe, Who in departing from him, lct bim know, Doth live to others, dyes unto herselfe. That yonder was his freedome's over-throw, Why might I not attempt by death as yet Who sate bewailing (as he late had done)
To gaine that freedom, which I could not get, That love by true affection was not wonne. Being hind'red heretofore; a t'me as free, This fully known: Remond came to the mayde A place as fit offers itselfe to me, And after some few words (her tears allay'd)
Whose seed of ill is growne to such a height, Began to blame her rigour, call'd her cruell, That makes the earth groane to support his weight. To follow hate, and dye love's chiefest jewell. Who so is lull'd asleepe with Midas' treasures,
“Faire, doe not blame bim that he thus is moved; And onely feares by death to lose life's pleasures; Tor women sure were made to be beloved.
Let them feare death: but since my fault is such, If beautie wanting lovers long should stay,
And onely fanlt, that I have lov'd too much, It like an house undwelt in would decay:
On joyes of life why should I stand! for those When in the beart if it bave taken place,
Which I neere had, I surely cannot lose. Time cannot blot, nor crooked age deface.
Admit a while I to those thoughts consented, The adamant and beautie we discover
· Death can be but deferred, not prevented.'" To be alike; for beautie drawes a lover, The adamant is iron. Doe not blame
They represented a god or goddess without, His loving ther, but that which caus'd the same. and a Silenus or deformed piper within.. Erasmus Who so is lov'd, doth glory so to be:
has a curious dissertation on Sileni Alcibiades, The more your lovers, more your victorie. Adag. p. 667. Edit. R. Stephens.
Then raging with delay, ler teares that fell I shall goe on: and first in dimring stripe, Usher'd ber way, and she into a well
The Roud-god's speech thus tune on oaten pipe. Straight wayes leapt after : 0! how desperation “ Or mortall, or a power above, Attends upon the minde enthrald to passion!! Inrag'd by fury, or by love, The fall of her did make the god below,
Or both, I know not, such a deede, Starting, to wonder whence that noyse should grow: Thou would'st effected, that I blede Whether some ruder clowne in spite did fing To thiuke thereon : alas! poore elfe, A lambe, untimely falne, into his spring :
What, growne a traitour to thyselfe? And if it were, he solemnely then swore
This face, this haire, this band so pure His spring should flow some other way: no more Were not orvain'd for nothing sure. Should it in wanton manner ere be seene
Nor was it mcant so sweet a breath To writhe io knots, or give a gowne of greene Should be expos'd by such a death ; Unto their mea: owes, nor be seene to play,
But rather in some lover's brest
Be given up, the place that best
Each one should runne: and why should mea Sits piping in the shades his notes of joy,
Abridge the journey set by them?
If he did turne bis outward sight
To rob the Earth of such a jewell.
Rather the stately unicorne
Would in his brest enraged scorne,
Should so be wrong'd. Satyres rude
Durst not attempt, or ere intrude Her on his banke, did presently command
With such a minde the flowry balkes
My waters should briog from the sea
And roundest pearles of orient hue:
And whereas now unto my spring She ne'er possest a fairer mansion.
They nothing else but gravell bring, Then did the god her body forwards steepe,
They should within a mine of gold And cast her for a while into a sleepe:
In piercing manner long tinie bold, Sitting still by her did his full view take
And having it to dust well wrought, Of Nature's master-piece. Here for her sake, By them it hither should be brought ; My pipe in silence as of right shall mourne,
With which ile pave and orer-spread
My bottome, where her foote shall tread.
Shall give themselves to be her food.
The trout, the dace, the pike, the breame,
The perch, the ever-nibling roach,
The shoales with whom is Tavie fraught, Oblivion's spring, and Dory's love,
The foolish gudgeon quickly caught, With faire Marina's rape, first move
And last the little minnow-fish, Mipe oaten pipe, which after sings
Whose chief delight in gravell is. The birth of two renowned springs.
" In right she cannot me despise
Because so low mine empire lyes. Now till the Sunne shall leave us to our rest,
For I could tell how Nature's store
Of majesty appeareth more.
Of elements. It seem'd her best · Hyphear ad saginanda pecora utilissimus : nino
To give the waves most strength and powre: autem satum nullo modo nascitur, nec nisi per
For they doe swallow and devoure alvum avium redditum inaximè palumbis & turdi. Plin. Hist. Nat. 16. cap. 44. Hinc illud vetus ver
The earth ; the waters quence and kill bom, Turdus sibi malum cacat
The flames of fire and mounting still
THE SECOND SONC.
Up in the aire, are seene to be,
“ Fairest sister (for We come As cballenging a seignore
Both from the swelling Thetis' wombe) Within the Heavens, and to be one
The reason why of late I strooke That should have like dominion.
My ruling wand upon my brooke They be a seeling and a floore
Was for this purpose: Late this maideOf clouds, caus'd by the vapours store
Which on my bank asleepe is laide, Arising from thein, vitall spirit
Was by herselfe, or other wight, By wbich all things their life inherit
Cast in my spring, and did affright, From them is stopped, kept asunder.
With her late fall, the fish that take And what's the reason else of thunder,
Their chiefest pleasure in my lake: Of lightning's flashes all about,
Of all the fry within my deepe, That with such violence break out,
None durst out of their dwellings peepe. Causing such troubles and such jarres,
The trout within the weeds did scud, As with itselfe the world had warres ?
The eele him bid within the mud. And can there any thing appeare
Yea, from this feare I was not free; More wonderfull, than in the aire
For as I musing sate to see Congealed waters oft to spie
How that the pretty pibbles round Continuing pendant in the skie?
Came with my spring from under ground, Till falling downe in haile or snow,
And how the waters issuing They make those mortall wights below
Did make them dance about my spring; To runne, and ever helpe desire,
The noyse thereof did me appall ; From his foe element the fire,
That starting upward therewithall, Which fearing then to come abroad
I in my arms her body caught, Within doores maketh his aboade.
And both to light and life her brought : Or falling downe oft time in raine,
Then cast her in a sleepe you see.” Doth give greene liveries to the plaine,
“ But brother, to the cause," quoth she,. Make shepheard's lambs fit for the dish,
“Why by your raging waters wilde And giveth nutriment to fish.
Am I here called i Thetis' childe," Which nourisheth all things of worth
Replide the god, “ for thee I sent, The earth produceth and brings forth:
That when her time of sleepe is spent, And therefore well considering
I may commit her to thy gage, The nature of it in each thing :
Since women best know women's rage. As when the teeming earth doth grow
Mean while, faire nymph, accompany So hard, that none can plow nor sow,
My spring with thy sweet harmony; Her brest it doth so mollifie,
And we will make her soule to take That it not onely comes to be
Some pleasure, which is sad to wake, More easie for the share and oxe,
Although the body hath bis rest.” But that in harvest times the shocks
She gave consent : and each of tâem addrest Of Ceres' hanging eared corne
Unto their part. The watry nymph did sing Doth fill the hovell and the barne.
In manner of a pretty questioning : To trees and plants I comfort give
The god made answer to what she propounded, By me they fructifie and live:
While from the spring a pleasant musicke sounded, Por first ascending from beneath
(Making each shrub in silence to adore them) Into the skie, with lively breath,
Taking their subject from what lay before them.
What's that, compact of earth, infus'd with ayre, Who seeth this, can doe no lesse,
A certaine, made full with uncertainties; Than of his owne accord confesse,
Sway'd by the motion of each severall spheare ; That notwithstanding all the strength
Who's fed with nought but infelicities;
Indures nor heate nor colde; is like a swan, The earth enjoyes in breadth and length, She is beholding to each streame,
That this hour sings, next dies ? And bath received all from them.
It is a man. Her love to him she then must give
By whom herselfe doth chiefly live." This being spoken by this water's god,
What's he, borne to be sicke, so alwayes dying, He straight-way in his hand did take bis rod,
That's guided by inevitable fate; And stroke it on his banke, wherewith the food
That comes in weeping, and that goes out crying ;
A consort still in discords?
"Tis a man. Saw where faire Marine fast asleepe did lie,
What's be, whose thuughts are still quell'd in th: He tbus gan tune his voyce unto her care. Though we'er
'er so lawful, by an opposite, [event, Hath
all things fleeting, nothing permanent : · The-Fatry nymph that spoke to. Remond. And at bis eares weares still a parasite :
Hath friends in wealth, or wealthy friends, who | Æson* from age came backe to youth: This In want prove meere illusions ? (can | The god thus spake:
[knowne, 'Tis a man.
Nymph be thine owne,
And after mine. This goddesse here
(For she's no lesse) will bring thee where What's he, that what he is not, strives to seeme, Thou shalt acknowledge springs have done That doth support an Atlas-weight of care:
As much for thee as any one. That of an outward good doth best esteeme,
Which ended, and thou gotten free, And looketh not withio how solid they are:
If thou wilt come and live with me,
Sball boast them of a better life,
Meane while I leave thy thoughts at large,
Whilst I into my spring do dive,
The meadows neare, which much do thirst, That giveth most to thinke of what he had,
Thus heated by the Sunne.” “May first" Aud of his chiefest losse accounteth least,
(Quoth Marine) “ swaines give lambs to thee; That doth not what he ought, but what he can;
And may thy floud have seignorie Whose fancie's ever boundlesse !
Of all fouds else; and to thy fame
Meete greater springs, yet keep thy names
Within thy banks make their abode!
Oo nitre or on brimstone myne,
Let it of nothing taste but earth,
And salt conceived, in their birth
Be ever fresh! Let no man dare
To spoil thy fish, make locke or ware,
But on thy margent still let dwell
Those flowers which have the sweetest smell, And if admiring draw to it affection ;
And let the dust upon thy strand And what we do affect, is most desired :
Become like Tagus' golden sand. What wight is he to love denyes subjection?
Let as much good betide to thee, And can his thoughts within himselfe confine ? As thou hast favour shew'd to me."
Thus said ; in gentle paces they remove, Marine that waking lay, said; “ Celandine,
And hast'ned onward to the shady grove : He is the man that bates, which some admire;
Where both arriv'd! and having found the rocke, He is the wight that loathes whom most desire : 'Tis onely he to love devies subjecting,
Saw how this precious water it did locke.
As he whom avarice possesseth most, And but bimselfe, thinkes none is worth affecting.
Drawne by necessitie unto bis cost, [gold, Unhappy me the while: accurst my fate, That Nature gives no love where she gave hate."
Doth drop by piece-meale downe his prison'd The watry rulers then perceived plaine,
And seemes unwilling to let goe his bold. Nipt with the winter of love's frost, disdaine ;
So the strong rocke the water long time stops
And by degrees lets it fall downe in drops.
Like hoording huswives that doe mold their food, Therefore in pitty did conferre together,
And keep from others, what doth them no good. What physicke best might cure this burning fever.
The drops within a cesterne fell of stone
Which fram'd by Nature, art had never one
Halfe part so curious. Many spels then using, A fountaine takes his journey to the maine,
The water's pymph twixt Marine's lips infusing
Part of this water, she might straight perceive Whose liquor's nature was so soveraigne,
How soone her troubled thoughts began to leave (Like to the wondrous well and famous spring, Which in Boetia' hath bis issuing)
Her love-swolne breast; and that her inward That who so of it doth but onely taste,
Was cleane asswaged, and the very name (flame
Of Celaodine forgotten; did scarce know
If there were such a thing as love or no.
And sigbing, therewithall threw in the ayre
All former love, all sorrow, all despaire;
And all the former causes of her mone Some of this water; by whose quintessence,
Did therewith bury in oblivion. 2 The first woman is fayned to be named Pan- Then must'ring up her thoughts, growne vagabonds dora, i. e. a creature framed of the concurrence of
Prest to relieve her inward bleeding wounds, the gifts and ornaments of all the gods. As Hesiod.
She had as quickly all things past forgotten, "Οτι τέντες ολυμπια δώματ' έχοντες Δώρον έδόρησαν.
As men doe monarchs that in carth lie rotten, 3 Plinie writes of two springs rising in Boetia, the first belping memory, called MenuigThe latter
• 'Ovid. Metam. B. G. taasing oblivion, called Anline
As one new borne she seem’d, so all descerning : The flowers pull'd in their heads as being sbam'd “Though things long learned are the longst un Their beauties by the others were defam’d. (ineade, learning."
Neare to this wood there lay a pleasant Then walk'd they to a grove but neare at hand, Where fairies often did their measures treade, Where fiery Titan had but small comnand, Which in the meadow inade such circles greene, Because the leaves conspiring kept his beames, As if with garlands it had crowned beene, For feare of hurting (when he's in ext!cames) Or like the circle where tbe signes we tracke, The under-flowers, which did enrich the ground And learped shi pheards call't ihe zodiacke: With sweeter sents than in Arabia found. (exhale) Within one of these rounds was to be seene The earth doth yeeld (which they through pores A hillock rise, where oft the fairie queene Earth's best of odours, th' aromaticall:
At twy-light sate, and did command her elves, Like to that smell, which oft our sense descrics To pinch those maids that had not swept their Within a field which long upplowed lyes,
And further if by maidens' over-sigbt, (shelves; Some-what before the setting of the Sunne ; Within doores water were uot brought at night : And where the raine-bow in the horizon
Or if they spread no table, set oo bread, Doth pitch her tips: or as when in the prime, They should have nips from toe unto the bead : The earth being troubled with a drought long time, And for the maid that had perforw'd each thing, The hand of Heaven his spungy clouds doth straine, She in the water-pale bad leave a ring. And throwes into her lap a showre of raine ; Upon this hill there sate a lovely swaige, She sendeth up (conceived from the Sunne) As if that Nature thought it great disdaine A sweete perfume and exhalation.
That he should (so through her bis genius tuld him) Not at the ointments brought from Delos isle; Take equall place with swaines, since she did hold Nor from the confines of searen-headed Nyle:
him Nor that brought whence Phænicians have alodes; Her chiefest worke, and therefore thought it fit, Nor Cyprus! wilde vine-flowers; por that of Rhodes; That with inferiours he should never sit. Nor roses-oyle from Naples, Capua,
Narcissus' change sure Orid cleane mistooke, Saffron confected in Cilicia;
lle dy'd not looking in a christall brooke, Nor that of quinces, nor of marioram,
But (as those which in emulation gaze) That ever from the isle of Coos came.
He pinde to death by looking on this face. Nor these, nor any else, though ne're so rare, When he stood fishing by some river's brim, Could with this place for sweetest smels compare, The fish wou'd leape, more for a sight of him There stood the elme', whose shade so mildly dym Than for the flie. The eagle bighest bred, Doth nourish all that growethr under him.
Was taking him once up for Ganinied. Cipresse that like piramides runne topping, The shag hair'd satyres, and the tripping fawnes; And hurt the least of any by their dropping. With all the troope that frolicke on the lawnes, The alder, whose fat shadow nourisheth,
Would come and gaze on him, as who should say Each plant set neere to him long dowrisheth. They had not seen his like this many a day. The heavjo-headed plane-tree, by whose shade Yea Venus knew no difference 'twixt these twaine, The grasse growts thickest, men are fresher made. Save Adono was a hunter, this a swaine. The oake, that best endures the thunder shocks : The wood's sweet quiristers from spray to spray The everlasting ebene, cerlar, boxe.
Would bop them nearest him, and then there stay : The olive tbat in wainscut never claves.
Each joying greatly from his little hart, The amorvus vide which in the elme still weaves. That they with his sweet reed might beare a part. The lotus, juniper, where wormes ne'er enter: This was the boy, (the poets did mistake) The pyne, with whom men through the ocean To whoin bright Cynthia so much love did make;
[lance) | And promis'd for liis love no scornfull eyes The warlike yewgh, which (more than the Should ever see her more in horned guize: The strong-armd English spirits conquer'd France. But she at bis coinmand would as of dutie Amongst the rest the tamariske tbere stood, Become as full of light as be of beautie. For huswive's besomes onely knowne most good.
Lucina at his birth for midwife stycke: The cold-place-loving birch, and servis tree : And Citherea nurc'd and gave him sucke. The walnut loving vales, and mulbury.
Who to that end, once dove drawn from the sea, The maple, ashe, that doe delight in fountaines, Her full paps dropt, whence came the milkie-way, Which have their currents by the sides of moun. And as when Plato did i'th' cradle thrive, 'The laurell, mirtle, ivy, date, which hold (taines. Bees to his lips brought honey from their hive: Their leaves all winter, be it pe'er so cold. So to this boy they came, I know not whether The firre, that oftentimes doth rosin drop: "They brought, or from his lips did honey gather. The beach that scales the welkin with his top: The wood-nymphs oftentimes would busied be, All these, and thousand more within this grore, And pluck for him the blushing strawberie : By all the industry of nature strove
Making of them a bracelet on a bent, To frame an harbour that might keepe within it Which for a favour to this swaine they sent. The best of beauties that the world hath in it. Sitting in shades, the Sunne would oft by skips Here ent'ring, at the entrance of which Stele through the boughes, and seize upon his lips. shroud,
The chiefest cause the Sunne did condiscend The Sunne balf angry bid him in a cloud, To Phäcton's request', was to this end, As raging that a grove should from his sight, Locke up a beauty whence himselfe had light.
• See Shakespear's Venus and Adonis.
? See Ovid's Metam. b. 2. Apollonias Argona See Spenser's Fairie Queene, b. 1. c. 1. st. 8, 911, 4. Lucretius, 1. 5.