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There did a lofty mount at first us greet,
Which did a stately heap of stones uprear,
That seem'd amid the surges for to fleet,
Much greater than that frame which us did bear;
There did our ship her fruitful womb unlade,
And put us all ashore on Cynthia's land.” (said ;

" What land is that thou meanst?" then Cuddy " And is there other than whereon we stand ?" 291 " Ah! Cuddy,” then quoth Colin, “thou's a

fon, That hast not seen least part of Nature's work: Much more there is unken'd than thou doost kon, And much more that does from mens knowledge

lurk :. For that same land much larger is than this, 296 And other men, and beasts, and birds, doth feed :

There fruitful corn, fair trees, fresh herbage, is, : And all things else that living creatures need. Besides, most goodly rivers there appear, 300 No wit inferior to thy Fanchin's praise, Or, unto Allo, or to Mulla clear : Nought hast thou, foolish Boy ! seen in thy days."

“ But if that land be there, quoth he, as here, And is their heaven likewise there all one ? 305 And if like heaven, be heavenly graces there, Like as in this same world where we do wonne?" “ Both heaven and heavenly graces do much

more," Quoth he, “ abound in that same land than this;

For there all happy peace and plenteous store 310
Conspire in one to make contented bliss ;
No wailing there, nor wretchedness, is heard,
No bloody issues, nor no leprosies,
-No griesly famine, nor no raging sweard,
No nightly bodrags, nor no hue and cries :

The shepherds there abroad may safely lie
On hills and downs, withouten dread or danger ;
No ravenous wolves the goodman's hope destroy,
Nor outlaws fell affray the forest-ranger :
There learned arts do flourish in great honour, 320
And poets' wits are had in peerless price;
Religion hath lay-powre to rest upon her,
Advancing vertue and suppressing vice.
For end, all good, all grace, there freely grows,
Had people grace it gratefully to use ; 325
For God his gifts there plenteously bestows,
But graceless men them greatly do abuse.”
“ But say on further, then,” said Corylas,
" The rest of thine adventures that betided.”

« Forth on our voyage we by land did pass,” 330 Quoth he, " as that same shepherd still us guided, Until that we to Cynthia's presence came, Whose glory, greater than my simple thought, I found much greater than the former fame ; : Such greatness I cannot compare to ought : 335 But if I her like ought on earth might read, I would her liken to a crown of lillies Upon a virgin bride's adorned head, With roses dight, and goolds, and daffadilies ;

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Or like the circlet of a turtie true,

In which all colours of the rainbow be;
Or like fair Phoebe's girlond shining new,
In which all pure perfection one may see.
But vain it is to think by paragon
Of earthly things to judge of things divine: 345
Her power, her mercy, and her wisdom, none
Can deem, but who the Godhead can define,
Why then do I, base shepherd ! bold and blind,
Presume the things so sacred to prophane ?
More fit it is t'adore with humble mind

350 The image of the heavens in shape humane:"

With that Alexis broke his tale asunder,
Saying, “By wondring at thy Cynthia's praise,
Colin, thyself thou mak'st us more to wonder,
And her upraising doost thyself upraise. 355
But let us hear what grace she shewed thee,
And how that shepherd strange thy cause ad-

“ The Shepherd of the Ocean (quoth he)
Unto that goddess' grace me first enhanc'd,
And to mine oaten pipe enclin'd her ear; 360
That she thenceforth therein gan take delight,
And it desir'd at timely hours to hear,
All were my notes but rude and roughly dight ,
For not by measure of her own great mind; 364
And wondrous worth, she mott my simple song,
But ioy'd that country shepherd ought could find
Worth hearkening to emongst that learned throng."

" Why," said Alexis," then, what needeth she,
That is so great a shepherdess her self,
And hath so many shepherds in her see, 370
To hear thee sing, a simple silly elf?
Or be the shepherds which do serve her laisie,
That they list not their merry pipes apply?
Or be their pipes untuneable and craisie,
That they cannot her honour.worthily.” 375

“ Ah! nay, said Colin, neither so nor so ;
For better shepherds be not under skie,
Nor better able, when they list to blow
Their pipes aloud her name to glorifie.
There is good Harpalus, now woxen aged
In faithful service of fair Cynthia,
And there is Coridon, but meanly waged,
Yet a blest wit of most I know this day:
And there is sad Alcyon, bent to mourn,
Though fit to frame an everlasting dittie, 385
Whose gentle spright for Daphne's death doth



Sweet lays of love to endless plaints of pittie.
Ah! pensive Boy! pursue that brave conceit,
In thy sweet eglantine of meriflure;
Lift up thy notes unto their wonted hight, 390
That may thy Muse and mates to mirth allure,
There eke is Palin, worthy of great praise,
Albe he envy at my rustick quill,
And there is pleasing Alcon, could he raise
His tunes from layes to matter of more skill. 395
And there is old Palemon, free from spight,
Whose carefull pipe may make the hearer rew,
Yet he himself may rewed be more right,
That sung so long untill quite hoarse he grew.
And there is Alabaster, throughly taught 400
In all his skill, though knowen yet to few,
Yet were he known to Cynthia as he ought,
His Eliseis would be read anew :
Who lives that can match that heroick

Which he hath of that mighty princess made? 405
O dearest Dread! do not thyself that wrong,
To let thy fame lie so in hidden shade,
But call it forth; O call him forth to thee,
To end thy glory, which he hath begun,
That when he finisht hath as it should be,
No braver poem can be under sun :
Nor Po nor Tyber's swans so much renown'd,
Nor all the brood of Greece so highly prais'd,
Can match that Muse, when it with bayes is

crown'd, And to the pitch of her prefection rais'd. 415 And there is a new shepherd late up sprong> The which doth all afore him far surpass, Appearing well in that well-tuned song, Which late he sung unto a scornful lass : Yet doth his trembling Muse but lowly flie, 420 As daring not too rashly mount on hight, And doth her tender plumes as yet but trie In love's soft layes, and looser thoughts delight.


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