Now manacling his hands, then on his legs What mighty conquests were achiev'd by him. Like fetters hang the under growing segs : First stood the siege of great Jerusalein, And bad his teeth not beene of strongest hold, Within whose triple wall and sacred citie He there had left his prey. Pates oncontrold, (Weepe ye stone-hearted men! ob read and pittie ! Denide so great a blisse to plants or meii, "Tis Sion's cause invokes your briny tears : And lent bio strength to bring her to his den. Can any dry eye be when she appears West, in Apollo's course to Tagus' streame; As I mast sing her? Oh! if such there be; Crown'd with a silver cireling dyademe Flye, flye th' abode of men! and hasten thee Of wet exaled tists, there stood a pile Into the desart, some high mountaine under, Of aged rockes, (torne from the neighbour ile Or at thee boyes will hisse, and old men wonder.). And girt with waves) againsť whose naked brest Here sits a mother weeping, pale and wan, The surges tilted, on his snowy crest "Vith fixed eyes, whose hopeles thought seem'd ran The tow'ring falcon whilome built, and kings How" (since for many dayes no food she tasted, Strove for that cirie, on whose scaling wings ller meale, her oyle consum'd, all spent, all svasted) Monarchs, in gold refin'd as much would lay For one poore day she might attaine supply, As might a wonth their army royall pay. skin And desp'rate of aught else, sit, pine, and dye. Brave birds they were, whiuse quick selfe-less'ning At last her mind meets with her tender childe Still wonne the girlonds from the peregrin. That in the cradle lay (of ozyers wilde) Not Cerna ile' in Affric's silver mayne, Which taken in her arms, she gives the teate, Nor lustfull-bloody Tereus' Thracian strayne, From whence the little wretch with labour great Nor any other lording of the ayre Not one poor drop can sucke: whereat sbe wood, Durst with his eirie for their wing compare. Cryes out, “ ( Heaven! are all the founts of food About his sides a thousand seaguls bred, Exhausted quite and must my infant yong The mevy, and the balcyou famosed Be fed with shooes ? yet wanting those ere long, For colours rare, and for the peacefall seas Feed on itselfe? No, first the roome that gave Round the Sicilian coast, her brooding dayes. Him soule and life, shall be his timelesse grave : Puffins (as thicke as starlings in a fen) [hen, My dugs, thy best réliefe, through griping hunger Were fetcht from thence: there sate the pewet Flow now no more my babe ; then since no longer And in the clefts the martio built bis nest. By me thou canst be fed nor any other, But those by this curst caitife dispossest Be thou the nurse, and feed thy dying mother." Of roost and nest, the least ; of life, the most : Then in another place she straight appeares All left that place, and sought a safer coast. Seething her suckling in her scalding teares. Instead of them the caterpiller hants, From whence not farre the painter made her stand And cancre-worine among the tender plants, Tearing his sod flesh with her cruell hand, That here and there in nooks and corners grew; In gobbets which she ate. O cursed wombe, Of cormorants and locusts not a few; That to thyselfe art both the grave and tombe. The cramming raven, and a hundred more A little sweet lad, there, seemes to entreat Devouring creatures; yet when from the shore (With held up hands) bis famisht sire for meate, Limos came wading (as he easily might Who wanting aught to give his hoped joy Except at high tydes,) all would take their fight, But throbs and sighes; the over hungry boy, Or hjde themselves in some deep hole or other For some poore bit, in darke nookes making quest, Lest one devourer should devour another. His sachelt findes, which growes a gladsome feast .Neere to the shore that' bord’red on the rocke To hiin and both his parents. Then, next day No merry swaine was seene to feed bis flocke, He chewes the points, wherewith he as'd to play: No lusty neat-heard thither drove his kine, Devouring last his bookes of ev'ry kinde, Nor boorish hog-heard fed his rooting swine : They fed Tris body which should feede his mine : A stony ground it was, sweet herbage failu: But when his sachell, points, bookes all were goae, Nought there but weeds, which Lianos, strongly Before his sire he droopes, and dyes anotte. nayld, In height of art then had the work-man done Tore from their mother's brest, to stuffe his maw. A pious, zealous, most religious sonne, No crab-tree bore his loade, nor thorn bis haw. Who on the enemy excursion made, As in a forest well compléat with deere And spite of danger strongly did juvade We see the hollyes, ashes, every where Their vittailes' conroy, bringing from them home Rob'd of their cloathing by the browsing game : Dry'd figs, dates, almonds, and such fruits as come So ncere the rocke, all trees were e're you came To the beleag'ring foe, and sates the want To cold December's wrath stood void of barke. Therewith of those, who, from a tender plant Here danc'd no nymph, no early-rising larke Bred him a man for armes : thus oft he went, Sung up the plow-man and his drowsie mate: And storke-like sought his parent's nourishment, All round the rocke barren and desolate. Till fates decreed, he on the Roman speares In midst of that huge pyle was Limos' cave Should give his bloud for them, who gave him theirs. Full large and round, wherein a miller's knave A million of such throes did famine bring Might for his horse and querne have roome at Upon the citie of the mighty king, will; TiH, as her people, all'her buildings rare Where was out-drawne by some inforced skill, Consum'd themselves and dim’d the lightsome afre. Neere this the curious pencell did expresse ? Not the Cerne of Pliny, but the island of Man- A large and solitary wildernesse, ritius, discovered by the Hollanders, 1598; fowls Whose high well-limned oakes in growing show'd are here innumerable apii of great variety; soine As they would ease strong Atlas of his load: so tame that they will suffer a man almost to touch them. Ser Oplevy's Africa, p. 715. • See Josephus's Wars of the Jews, b. 7. c. & 10 Here underneath a tree in heavy plight Twice hail the cocke crowne, and in cities strong (Her bread and pot of water wasted quite) The bel-man's dolefull noyse and carefull song, Ægyptian Hagar', (nipt with hunger fell) Told men, whose watchfull eyes no slumber hent Sate rob'd of hope: her infant Ishmael What store of houres theft-guilty night had speut. (Farre from her being laid) full sadly seem'd Yet had not Morpheus with his maiden been, To cry for meate, bis cry she nought esteem'd, As fearing Limos; (whose impetuous teen But kept her still, and turn'd her face away, Kept gentle rest from all to whom bis cave Knowing all meanes were bootlesse to assay Yeelded inclosure (deadly as the grave.) In such a desert : and since now they must But to all sad laments. left her, forlorne, Sleepe their eternal sleepe, and cleave to dust, In which three watches she had nye outworno. She chose (apart) to graspe one death, alone, Fair silver-footed Thetis that time threw Rather than by her babe a million. Along the ocean with a beautious crew Then Erisichthon's case in Ovid's song? Of her attending sea-nymphes (Jove's bright lamps Was puertrayed out; and many moe along Guiding from rockes her cbariot's hyppocamps".) The insides of the cave; which were descride A journey, onely made, unwares to spye By many loope-holes round on every side. If any mighties of her empery These faire Marina vjew'd, left all alone, Opprest the least, and forc'd the weaker sort The cave fast shut. Limos for pillage gone : To their designes, by being great in court. Neere the wash'd shore 'mong roots, and breers, O! should all potentates whose higher birth and thoros, Enroles their titles, other gods on Earth, A bollocke findes, who delving with his hornes Should they make private search, in vaile of night, The hurtlesse earth, (the while his tough hoofe For cruell wrongs done by each favourite; The yeelding torffe) in furious rage he bure (toore Here should they finde a great one paling in His head among the boughs that held it round, A mean man's land, which many yeeres had bin While with his bellowes all the shores resound : His charge's life, and by the other's beast, Him Liiņos kil'd, and hal'd with no small paine The poore must starve to feede a scurvy beast. Unto the rocke; fed well; then goes againe : If any recompence drop from his fist, Which serv'd Marina fit, for had his food His time's his owne, the mony, what he list. Fail'd him, herveynes had faild their deerest bloud. There should they see another that commands Now great Hyperion' left his golden throne His farmer's teame from furrowing his lands, That' on the dancing waves in glory shone, To bring bim stones to raise his building vast, For whose declining on the western shore The while his tenant's sowing time is past. The orientall bils blacke mantles wore, Another (spending,) doth bis rents inhance, And thence apace the gentle twi-light Aed, Or gets by trickes the poore's inheritance. That had from hideous caverns ushered But as a man whose age hath dim'd his eyes All-drowsie night; who in a carre of jet, Useth his spectacles, and as he pryes By steeds of iron-gray (which mainely swet (skye, Through them all characters seeme wond'rous faire, Moist drops on all the world) drawne through the Yet when his glasses quite removed are The helpes of darknesse waited orderly. (Though with ali carefull heed he neerly looke) First, thické clouds rose from all the liquid plaines: Cannot perceive one tittle in the booke, Then mists froin marishes, and grounds whose So if a king behold such favourites veynes (Whose being great, was being parasites,) Were conduit pipes to many a christall spring : With th' eyes of favour; all their actions are From standing pooles and fens were following To bim appearing plaine and regular: Unhealthy fogs : each river, every rill But let him lay his sight of grace aside, Sent up their vapours to attend her will. (Heaven, And see what men he hath so dignifide, These pitchy curtains drew 'twixt Earth and They all would vanish, and not dare appeare, And as Night's chariot through the arye was driven, who atoin-like, when their sun shined cleare, Clamour grew dymb, unheard was shepheard's Danc'd in his beame; but now his rayes are gone, song, Of many hundred we perceive not one. And silence girt the woods ; no warbling tongue Or as a man who standing to descry Talk'd to the echo; satyres broke their dance, How great foods farre off run, and vallies lye, And all the upper world lay in a trance. Taketh a glasse prospective good and true, Onely the curled streames soft chidings kept ; By which things most remote are full in view : And little gales that from the greene leafe swept If monarchs, so, would take an instrument Dry summer's dust, in fearefull whisp'rings stir'd, of truth compos'd to spie their subjects drent As loath to waken any singing bird. In foule oppression by those high in seate, Darknesse no lesse than blinde Cimmerian (Who care not to be good, but to be great) Of famine's cave the full possession wan, In full aspect the wrongs of each degree Where lay the shepheardesse invarpt with night; Would Iye before them; and they then would see. (The wished garment of a mournfull wight) The divelisb polititian all convinces, Here silken slumbers and refreshing sleepe In murd'ring statesmen and in pois'ning princes; Were seldom found ; with quiet' mindes those The prelate in pluralities asleepe keepe, Whilst that the wolfe lyes preying on his sheepe; Not with disturbed thoughts; the beds of kings The drowsie lawyer, and the false atturnies Are never prest by them, sweet rest inrings Tire poore men's purses with their life-long journyes; The tyred body of the swarty clowne, The country gentleman, from his neighbour's hand And oft'ner lies on Rocks than softest downe. Forceth th' inheritance, joynes land to land, ? Genesis, ch. 21. Lo Metamorphoses, b. 8. "Sea-horges And (most insatiate) seekes under his rent [streames, Show now faire Muse what afterward became Their height of art should flow from Maro's pen; Plin. lib. 3. cap. 16. [with bayes; Learn'd Ariosto, holy Petrarch's quill, But let us leave (faire Muse) the bankes of Po, port The nymphes and shepheards of the isle resort; 16 [praise But e're he ended his melodious song I could not praise till thou deserv'st no more. 13 Three Italian poets. 14 French poets, Follow'd sweet Spencer, till the thick'ning ayre The English shepheards, sonnes of memory, [spend For mine owne part although I now commerce With lowly shepheards in as low a verse; If of my dayes I shall not see an end Till more yeeres presse me; some few houres ile In rough-hewn satyres, and my busied pen Shall jerke to death this infamy of men. And like a fury, glowing coulters bare, With which-But see how yonder foundlings teare Their fleeces in the brakes; I must go free Them of their bonds; rest you here merrily Till my returne; when I will touch a string Shall make the rivers dance, and vallyes ring. BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS. THE SECOND SONG. THE ARGUMENT. What shepheards on the sea were seene THE Muse's friend (gray-eyde Aurora) yet Low leveld on the grasse; no flye's quicke sting But since her stay was long: for feare the Should find them idle, some of them begunne Would still endure, or else that age's frost new days, Mankinde thus goes like rivers from their spring [lovers." Fame is uncertaine, who so swiftly flyes This swaine, intreated by the mirthfull rout, "VENUS by Adonis' side Crying kist and kissing cryde, Wrung her hands and tore her hayre For Adonis dying there. Stay,' (quoth she) O stay and live! Nature surely doth not give To the earth her sweetest flowres "On his face, still as he bled Looke as a traveller in summer's day With ready armes to succour any needes :) Had so ensnar'd each acceptable care, Requests, that with deniall could not meet, "SHALL. I tell you whom I love! As I now shall versifie; As e're yet imbrac'd a hart. |