That comes in weeping, and that goes out crying;

Whofe kalendar of woes is ftill in date;

Whofe life's a bubble, and in length a span; A confort ftill in difcords?

GOD. 'Tis a man.

NYMPH.

What's he, whofe thoughts are still quell'd in th'

event,

Though ne'er fo lawful, by an oppofite, Hath all things fleeting, nothing permanent: And as his ears wears ftill a parasite :

Hath friends in wealth, or wealthy friends, who can

In want prove meer illufions?

GOD. 'I is a man.

NYMPHI.

What's he, that what he is not, ftrives to feem, That doth fupport an Atlas-weight of care: That of an outward good doth best esteem, And looketh not within how folid they are: That doth not virtuous, but the richest scan; Learning and worth by wealth?

GOD. 'Tis a man.

NYMPH.

What's that poffeffor, which of good makes bad;
And what is worst makes choice still for the best;
That giveth most to think of what he had,
And of his chicfeft lofs accounteth leaft;

That doth not what he ought, but what he

can;

Whofe fancy's ever boundless!

GOD. 'Tis a man.

NYMPH.

But what is it, wherein dame nature wrought
The best of works, the only frame of heaven;
And having long to find a prefent. fought,
Wherein the world's whole beauty might be
given;

She did refolve in it all arts to fummon,
To join with nature's framing?
GOD. 'Tis this woman.
NYMPH.

If beauty be a thing to be admired;
And if admiring draw to it affection;
And what we do affect, is most defired;
What wight is he to love denies fubjection?

And can his thoughts within himself confine?
Marine that waking lay, faid-Celandine.
He is the man that hates, which fome admire;
He is the wight that lothes whom most desire :
'Tis only he to love denies fubjecting,
And out himself, thinks none is worth affecting.
Unhappy me the while; accurit my fate,
That nature gives no love where the gave hate.
The watry rulers then perceived plain,
Nipt with the winter of love's frost, difdain;
This nonpareil of beauty had been led
To do an act which envy pitied:
Therefore in pity did confer together,
What physic best might cure this burning fever.

*The first woman is feigned to be named Pandora, i. e. a creature framed of the concurrence of the gifts and ornaments of all the gods. As Hefiad. 'Oriwúvon; ikuμπια δώματ' ἔχοντες Δῶρον ἐδήγησαν.

At last found out that in a grove below,
Where shadowing fycamours paft number grow,
A fountain takes his journey to the main,
Whofe liquor's nature was fo foveraign,
(Like to the wond'rous well and famous spring,
Which in Boctia hath his iffuing)
That who fo of it doth but only taste,
All former memory from him doth waste.
Not changing any other work of nature,
But doth endow the drinker with a feature
More lovely. Fair Medea took from hence
Some of this water; by whofe quinteffence,
Æfon from age came back to youth. This known,
(The god thus fake :)

Nymph be thine own,
And after mine. I his goddess here
(For the's no lefs) will bring thee where
Thou shalt acknowledge fprings have done
As much for thee as any one.

Which ended, and thou gotten free,
If thou wilt come and live with me,
No fhepherd's daughter, nor his wife,
Shall boast them of a better life.
Meanwhile I leave thy thoughts at large,
Thy body to my fifter's charge;
While I into my fpring do dive,
To fee that they do not deprive
The meadows near, which much do thirst,
Thus heated by the fun.
May fir&t
(Quoth Marine) fwains give lambs to thee;
And may thy flood have feignorie
Of all floods elfe; and to thy iame
Meet greater fprings, yet keep thy name.
May never euet, nor the toad,
Within thy banks make their abode!
Taking thy journey from the fea,
May't thou ne'er happen in thy way
On nitre or on brimitone mine,

To fpoil thy tafte! this fpring of thine
Let it of nothing taste but earth,
And falt conceived, in their birth
Be ever fresh let no man dare
To fpoil thy fish, make lock or ware,
But on thy margent ftill let dwell

Thofe flow'rs which have the sweetest smell.
And let the duft upon thy ftrand
Become like Tagus' golden fand.
Let as much good betide to thee,

As thou haft favour fhew'd to me.
Thus faid; in gentle paces they remove,
And haft'ned onward to the fhady grove:
Where both arriv'd; and having found the rock,
Saw how this precious water it did lock.
As he whom avarice poffeffeth most,
Drawn by neceflity unto his coft,
Doth drop by piece-meal down his prifon'd gold,
And feems unwilling to let go his hold.
So the strong rock the water long time flops
And by degrees lets it fall down in drops. [food,
Like hoarding housewives that do mould their
And keep from others, what doth them no good.

+ Pliny writes of two fprings rifing in Bertia, the firft helping memory, called Myhun. The latter cauf:ng oblivion, called Anën

Ovid. Metam. b. 6.

The drops within a ciftern fell of stone Which fram'd by nature, art had never one Half part fo curious. Many fpells then ufing, The water's nymph 'twixt Marine's lips infufing Part of this water, the might ftraight perceive How foon her troubled thoughts began to leave Her love-fwoln breast; and that her inward flame Was clean affuaged, and the very name Of Celandine forgotten; did fcarce know If there were fuch a thing as love or no. And fighing, therewithal threw in the air All former love, all forrow, all defpair; And all the former causes of her moan Did therewith bury in oblivion.

: Then muft'ring up her thoughts, grown vagabonds
Pret to relieve her inward bleeding wounds,
She had as quickly all things paft forgotten,
As men do monarchs that in earth lie rotten.
As one new-born fhe feem'd, so all difcerning:
Though things long learned are the long'ft un-
"learning."

Then walk'd they to a grove but near at hand,
Where fiery Titan had but fmail command,
Because the leaves confpiring kept his beams,
For fear of hurting (when he's in extremes)
The under flowers, which did enrich the ground
With fweeter fcents than Arabia found.

The earth doth yield (which they through porcs exhale)

Earth's best of odours, th' aromatical :

Like to that fmell, which oft our fenfe defcries
Within a field which long unplowed lies,
Somewhat before the fetting of the fun;
And where the rainbow in the horizon
Doth pitch her tips or as when in the prime,
The earth being troubled with a drought long
time,

The hand of heaven his spongy clouds doth strain,
And throws into her lap a fhower of rain;
She fendeth up (conceived from the fun)
A fweet perfume and exhalation.

Not all the ointments brought from Delos ifle;
Nor from the confines of feven-headed Nile;
Nor that brought whence Phoenicians have abodes,
Nor Cyprus wild vinc-flowers; nor that of Rhodes;
Nor rofes oil from Naples, Capua,
Saffron confected in Cicilia;

Nor that of quinces, nor of marjoram,
That ever from the ifle of Coös, came.
Nor thefe, nor any elfe, though ne'er fo rare,
Could with this place for fweeteft fmells compare,
⚫ l'here stood the elm, whofe fhade fo mildly dim
Doth nourish all that groweth under him.
Cypress that like pyramids run topping,
And hurt the leaft of any by their dropping.
The elder, whofe fat fhadow nourisheth,
Eich plant fet near to him long flourisheth.
The heavy-headed plane tree, by whofe fhade
The grafs grows thickest, men are fresher made.
The oak, that best endures the thunder fhocks:
The everlasting ebon, cedar, box.

The olive that in wainfcot never cleaves.

The amorous vine, which in the elm ftill weaves.

* Eee Spencer's Faery Queen,b. 1. c. 1. f.. 8, 9.

The lotus, juniper, where worms ne'er enter:
The pine, with whom men through the ocean ven-

ture.

The warlike yew, by which (more than the launce
The frong-arm'd English fpirits conquer'd France,
Amongtft he reft the tamarifk there flood,
For housewives befoms only known moft good.
The cold-place-loving birch and service tree:
The walnut loving vales, and mulberry.
The mapple, afh, that do delight in fountains,
Which have their currents by the fides of moun-
tains,

The laurel, myrtle, ivy, date, which hold
Their leaves all winter, be it ne'er fo cold.
The fir, that oftentimes doth rofin drop:
The beech, that fcales the welkin with his top:
All these, and thousand more within this grove,
By all the industry of nature ftrove

To frame an arbour that might keep within it
The beft of beauties that the world hath in it.

Here ent`ring, at the entrance of which throud,
The fun half angry hid him in a cloud,
As raging that a grove fhould from his fight
Lock up a beauty whence himself had light.
The flowers pull'd in their heads as being fham'd
Their beauties by the others were defam'd.

Near to this wood there lay a pleasant mead, Where fairies often did their measures tread, Which in the meadow made fuch circles green, As if with garlands it had crowned been, Or like the circle where the figns we track, And learned fhepherds cail't the Zodiac: Within one of thefe rounds was to be feen A hillock rife, where oft the fairy queen At twilight fate, and did command her elves, To pinch thofe maids that had not swept their

fhelves:

Her chiefeft work, and therefore thought it fit,
That with inferiors he should never fit
Narciffus' change, fure Ovid clean miftook,
He dy'd not looking in a chrystal brook,
But (as thofe which in emulation gaze)
He pin'd to death by looking on this face.
When he stood fishing by fome river's brim,
The fish would leap, more for a fight of him
Than for the fly The eagle, highest bred,
Was taking him once up for Ganimede.
The fhag-hair'd fatyrs, and the tripping fawns;
With all the troop that frolick on the lawns,
Would come and gaze on him, as who should fay
They had not feen his like this many a day.
Yea Venus knew no difference 'twixt these twain
Save Adon was a hunter, this a fwain.

The wood's fweet chorifters from spray to spray
Would hop them nearest him, and then there stay:
Each joying greatly from his little heart,
That they with his fweet reed might bear a part.
This was the boy, (the poets did mistake)
To whom bright Cynthia fo much love did make,
And promis'd for his love no fcornful eyes
Should ever fee her more in horned guise:
But fhe at his command, would as of duty
Become as full of light as he of beauty.
Lucina at his birth for midwife stuck :
And Citherea nurs'd and gave him fuck,
Who to that end, once dove-drawn from the fea,
Her full paps dropt, whence came the milky way.
And as when Plato did i' th' cradle thrive,
Bees to his lips brought honey from their hive:
So to this boy they came, I know not whether
They brought, or from his lips did honey gather.
The wood nymphs oftentimes would bufied be,
And pluck for him the blushing strawberry :
Making of them a bracelet on a bent,
Which for a favour to this swain they fent.
Sitting in fhades, the fun would oft by skips
Steal through the boughs, and feize upon his lips.
The chiefeft cause the fun did condefcend
To Phaeton's request, was to this end,
That whilst the other did his horfes rein, [fwain;
He might flide from his fphere, and court this
Whose sparkling eyes vy'd luftre with the ftars,
The trueft centre of all circulars.

In brief, if any man in fkill were able
To finish up ↑ Apelles' half done table,
This boy (the man left out) were fitteft fure
To be the pattern of that portraiture.

Piping he fat, as merry as his look,
And by him lay his bottle and his hook,
His bufkins (edg'd with filver) were of filk,
Which held a leg more white than morning's milk.
Those bufkins he had got and brought away
For dancing best upon the revel day.

His oaten reed did yield forth fuch sweet notes,
Joined in confort with the birds fhrill throats,
That equalis'd the harmony spheres,
A mufic that would ravish choiceft ears.
Long look'd they on (who would not long look on,
That fuch an object had to look upon)?
Till at the last the nymph did Marine fend,
To ask the nearest way, whereby to wend
To these fair walks where sprung Marina's ill,
Whilft she would ftay: Marine obey'd her will,
And haft'ned towards him (who would not do fo,
That such a pretty journey had to go?)
Sweetly fhe came, and with a modeft blush,
Gave him the day, and then accosted thus:

Fairest of men, that (whilst thy flock doth feed)
Sit'ft fweetly piping on thine oaten reed
Upon this little berry (fome yclepe
A hillock) void of care, as are thy sheep
Devoid of spots, and fure on all this green
A fairer flock as yet were never seen :

Do me this favour (men fhould favour maids)
That whatsoever path directly leads,
And void of danger, thou to me do fhew,
That by it to the Marifh I may go.
Marriage! (quoth he) mistaking what the faid
Nature's perfection: thou moft fairest maid,
(If any fairer than the fairest may be)
Come fit thee down by me; know lovely lady,
Love is the readiest way; if ta'en aright
You may attain thereto full long ere night.
The maiden thinking he of Marish (poke,
And not of marriage, ftraightway did invoke,
And pray'd the thepherd's god might alwa
keep

Him from all danger, and from wolves his sheep
Wishing with all that in the prime of fpring
Each sheep he had, two lambs might yearly brin
But yet (quoth fhe) arede good gentle swain,
If in the dale below, or on yond plain;
Or is the village fituate in a grove,
Through which my way lies, and ye cleped love
Nor on yon plain, nor in this neighbouring wood
Nor in the dale where glides the filver flood.
But like a beacon on a hill fo high,
That every one may fee't which paffeth by
Is love yplac'd; there's nothing can it hide,
Although of you as yet 'tis unefpy'd.
But on which hill (quoth fhe) pray tell me true
Why here, (quoth he) it fits and talks to you.
And are you love (quoth the ?) fond fwain adie
You guide nie wrong, my way lies not by you.
Though not your way, you may not lie by me:
Nymph, with a fhepherd thou as merrily
May'ft love and live, as with the greatest lord,
"Greatnefs doth never most content afford."
I love thee only, not affect world's pelf,
"She is not lov'd, that's lov'd not for herself."
How many shepherd's daughters who in duty,
To griping fathers, have inthral'd their beauty,
To wait upon the gout, to walk when pleases
Old January halt. O that diseases

Should link with youth! She hath such a mate
Is like two twins, born both incorporate:
Th' one living, the other dead: the living twin
Muft needs be flain through noisomnefs of him
He carrieth with him: such are their eftates,
Who merely marry wealthy, and not their mat

As ebbing waters freely flide away,
To pay their tribute to the raging fea;
When meeting with the flood they justle flout,
Whether the one shall in, or th' other out:
Till the ftrong flood new power of waves de

bring,

And drives the river back into his fpring: So Marine's words off'ring to take their courfe By love then ent'ring, were kept back, and for To it, his sweet face, eyes, and tongue affign'd And threw them back again into her mind. "How hard it is to leave and not to do "That which by nature we are prone unto? "We hardly can (alas! why not?) difcufs, "When nature hath decreed it must be thus. "It is a maxim held of all, known plain, "Thurst nature off with forks, the'll turn gain."

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Blithe Doridon (fo men this fhepherd hight) Seeing his goddess in a filent plight, ("Love often makes the fpeech's organs mute,") Began again thus to renew his fuit :

If by my words your filence hath been fuch, Faith I am forry I have spoke so much. Bar I thofe lips? fit to be th' utt'rers, when The heavens would parly with the chiefs of men. Fit to direct (a tongue all hears convinces) When best of scribes writes to the best of princes, Were mine like yours of choiceft words completeft, "I'd fhew how grief's a thing weighs down the "greatest

"The best of forms (who knows not?) grief doth "taint it,

"The skilfull'ft pencil never yet could paint it."
And reafon good, fince no man yet could find
What figure represents a grieved mind.
Methinks a troubled thought is thus expreft,
To be a chaos rude and indigeft:

Where all do rule, and yet none bears chief fway:
Check'd only by a power that's more than they.
This do I fpeak, fince to this every lover
That thus doth love, is thus ftill given over.
If that you fay you will not, cannot love:
Oh heavens! for what cause then do you here move?
Are you not fram'd of that expertest mold,
For whom all in this round concordance hold
Or are you framed of fome other fashion,
And have a form and heart but not a paflion?
It cannot be for then unto what end

Did the best workman this great work intend?
Not that by mind's commerce, and joint estate,
The world's continuers still should propagate ?
Yea, if that reafon (regent of the senses)
Have but a part amongst your excellences,
She'll tell you what you call virginity,
Is fitly lik'ned to a barren tree;

Which when the gard'ner on it pains beftows,
To graft an imp thereon, in time it grows
To fuch perfection, that it yearly brings
As goodly fruit as any tree that fprings.
Believe me, maiden, vow no chastity;
For maidens but imperfect creatures be.

Alas! poor boy, (quoth Marine), have the fates Exempted no degrees? are no eftates

Free from love's rage? Be rul'd: unhappy fwain,
Call back thy fpirits, and recollect again
Thy vagrant wits. I tell thee for a truth
"Love is a fyren that doth fhipwreck youth."
Be well advis'd, thou entertain't a guest
That is the harbinger of all unreft:
Which like the viper's young that lick the earth,
Eat out the breeder's womb to get a birth.
Faith (quoth the boy) I know there cannot be
Danger in loving or in enjoying thee.
For what cause were things made and called good,
But to be loved? If you understood

The birds that prattle here, you would know then,
As birds woo birds, maids fhould be woo'd of

Marine about to fpeak, forth of a fling (Fortune to all misfortune's plies her wing More quick and speedy) came a fharp'ned flint, Which in the fair boy's neck made fuch a dint, That crimson blood came ftreaming from the wound,

And he fell down into a deadly swound.
The blood ran all along where it did fall,
And could not find a place of burial:
But where it came, it there congealed flood,
As if the earth loth'd to drink guiltless blood.
Gold-hair'd Apollo, mufes facred king,
Whose praise in Delphos' ifle doth ever ring:
Phyfic's first founder, whofe art's excellence
Extracted nature's chicfeft quinteffence,
Unwilling that a thing of such a worth
Should fo be loft; ftraight fent a dragon forth
To fetch his blood, and he perform'd the fame :
And now apothecaries give it name,
From him that fetch'd it: (" doctors know it good
In phyfic's ufe) and call it dragon's blood.
Some of the blood by chance did downward fall,
And by a vein got to a mineral,

Whence came a red, decayed dames infuse it
With Venice cerufe, and for painting use it.
Marine aftonifh'd, (most unhappy maid),
O'ercome with fear, and at the view afraid,
Fell down into a trance, eyes loft their fight,
Which being open made all darkness light.
Her blood ran to her heart, or life to feed,
Or lothing to behold fo vile a deed.

And as when winter doth the earth array
In filver fuit, and when the night and day
Are in diffention, night locks up the ground,
Which by the help of day is oft unbound;
A fhepherd's boy with bow and fhafts addrest,
Ranging the fields, having once pierc'd the breaft
Of fome poor fowl, doth with the blow straight

ruih

To catch the bird lies panting in the bush:
So rush'd this ftriker in, up Marine took,
And haft'ned with her to a near hand brook [faine)
Old fhepherd's faine (old fhepherd's footh have

Two rivers took their iffue from the main,

Both near together, and each bent his race,
Which of them both fhould first behold the face

Of radiant Phœbus: one of them in gliding
Chanc'd on a vein where nitre had abiding:
The other, lothing that her purer wave
Should be defil'd with that the nitre gave,
Fled faft away, the other follow'd fast,
Till both been in a rock ymet at last.
As feemed beft, to rock did first deliver
Out of his hollow fides the purer river:
(As if it taught those men in honour clad,
To help the virtuous and fupprefs the bad).
Which gotten loofe, did foftly glide away.
As men from earth, to earth; from sea to fea

The tears of a tree bearing a fruit fomething like a cherry; the fin of which pulled off, they fay, refembles a dragon.

An expreffion of the natures of two rivers rifing near together, and differing in their tafles and manner of running.

So rivers run and that from whence both came Takes what he gave: waves, earth: but leaves a

name.

As waters have their courfe, and in their place
Succeeding ftreams well out, fo is man's race:
The name doth ftill furvive, and cannot die,
Until the channels ftop, or fpring grow dry.
As I have feen upou a bridal day
Full many maids clad in their best array,
In honour of the bride come with their flaskets
Fill'd full with flowers: others in wicker baskets
Bring from the marish rushes, to o'erfpread
The ground, whereon to church the lovers tread;
Whilft that the quainteft youth of all the plain
Ufhers their way with many a piping ftrain:
So, as in joy, at this fair river's birth,
Triton came upon a channel with his mirth,
And call'd the neighb'ring nymphs each in her

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pour

turn

their pretty rivulets from their urn; To wait upon this new-delivered spring. Some running through the meadows, with them bring

Cowflip and mint and 'tis another's lot
To light upon fome gardener's curious knot,
Whence the upon her breaft (love's sweet repofe)
Doth bring the queen of flowers, the English rofe.
Some from the fen bring reeds, wild thyme from
downs;

Some from a grove the bay that poets crowns;
Some from an aged rock the mofs hath torn,
And leaves him naked unto winter's ftorm:
Another from her banks (in mere good will)
Brings nutriment for fish, the camomile.
Thus all bring fomewhat, and do overspread
The way the fpring unto the fea doth tread.

This while the flood which yet the rock up pent,
And fuffered not with jocund merriment
To tread rounds in his fpring; came rushing forth,
As angry that his waves (he thought) of worth
Should not have liberty, nor help the prime.
And as fome ruder fwain compofing rhyme,
Spends many a grey goofe quill unto the handle,
Buries within his focket many a candle;
Blts paper by the quire, and dries up ink,
As Xerxes' army did whole rivers drink,
Hoping thereby his name his work fhould raife
That it fhould live until the last of days:
Which finished, he boldly doth address
Him and his works to undergo the prefs;
When lo (O fate) his work not feeming fit
To walk in equipage with better wit,

Is kept from light, there gnawn by both moths and

worms,

At which he frets: right fo this river storms:
But broken forth, as Tavy creeps upon
The westernvales of fertile Albion,
Here dashes roughly on an aged rock,
That his intended paffage doth up lock;
There intricately 'mongst the woods doth wander,
Lofing himfelf in many a wry meander;
Here amorously bent, clips fome fair mead;
And then difperft in rills, doth measures tread

* Devorbire.

Upon her bofom 'mongst her flow'ry ranks :
There in another place bears down the banks
Of fome day-labouring wretch: here meets a rii
And with their forces join'd cut out a mill
Into an island, then in jocund guife

Surveys his conqueft, lands his enterprise :
Here digs a cave at fome high mountain's foot :
There undermines an oak, tears up his root :
Thence rushing to fome country farm at hand,
Breaks o'er the yeoman's mounds, fweeps from hi
land

His harvest hope of wheat, of rye, or pease : And makes that channel which was fhepherd leafe:

Here, as our wicked age doth facrilege,
Helps down an abbey, then a natural bridge
By creeping under ground he frameth out,
As who fhould fay he either went about
To right the wrong he did, or hid his face,
For having done a deed fo vile and base,
So ran this river on, and did beflir
Himself, to find his fellow-traveller.

But th' other fearing leaft her noife might she What path the took, which way her freams d

flow:

As fome way-faring man ftrays through a wood.
Where beafts of prey thirfting for human blood
Lurk in their dens, he foftly lift'ning goes,
Not trusting to his heels, treads on his toes :
Dreads every noise he hears, thinks each small bat
To be a beat that would upon him rush:
Feareth to die, and yet his wind doth smother;
Now leaves this path, takes that, then to another
Such was her courfe. This feared to be found,
The other not to find, fwells o'er each mound,
Roars, rages, foams, against a mountain da fhes,
And in recoil, makes meadows ftanding plashes
Yet finds not what he feeks in all his way,
But in despair runs headlong to the sea.
This was the cause them by tradition taught,
Why one flood ran so fast, th' other fo foft,
Both from one head. Unto the rougher stream,
(Crown'd by that meadow's flow'ry diadem,
Where Doridon lay hurt) the cruel swain
Hurries the fhepherdefs, where having lay'n
Her in a boat like the canoes of Ind,
Some feely trough of wood, or some tree's rind -
Puts from the fhore, and leaves the wee ir
ftrand,

Intends an act by water, which the land
Abhorr'd to bolfter; yea, the guiltless earth
Loth'd to be midwife to fo vile a birth:
Which to relate I am enforc'd to wrong
To modeft blushes of my maiden fong.

Then each fair nymph whom nature doth endow
With beauty's cheek, crown'd with a shamefae”

brow;