Who envied was of the most happy fwains,
That keep their flocks in mountains, dales, or
For oft the bore the wanton in her arm, [plains:
And oft her bed, and bofom did he warm;
Now when unkinder fates did him destroy,
Bleft dog he had the grace,

That Cloris for him wet with tears her face.
XXI. Epitaph.

THE bawd of justice, he who laws controll'd,
And made them fawn, and frown as he got gold,
That Proteus of our ftate, whofe heart and mouth
Were farther diftant than is north from fouth,
That cormorant who made himself so gross
On people's ruin, and the prince's lofs,

Is gone to hell, and though he here did evil,
He there perchance may prove an honest devil.
XXII. A Tranflation.

Fierce robbers were of old

Exil'd the champian ground;

From hamlets chac'd, in cities kill'd, or bound, And only woods, caves, mountains, did them hold: But now (when all is fold)

Woods, mountains, caves, to good men be refuge, And do the guiltless lodge,

And clad in purple gowns

The greatest thieves command within the towns.
XXIII. Epitaph.

Then death thee hath beguil'd
Alecto's first born child;

Then thou who thrall'd all laws

Now against worms cannot maintain thy canfe : Yet worms (more just than thou) now do no wrong,

Since all do wonder they thee spar'd so long;
For though from life thou didst but lately pafs,
Twelve fprings are gone fince thou corrupted was.

Come citizens erect to death an altar,
Who keeps you from ax, fuel, timber, halter.
XXIV. A Jeft.

In a most holy church, a holy man,
Unto a holy faint with visage wan,

And eyes like fountains, mumbled forth a prayer And with strange words and fighs, made black the air,

And having long fo ftay'd, and long long pray'd,
A thousand croffes on himself he lay'd,
And with fome facred beads hung on his arm
His eyes, his mouth, his temples, breast did charm.
Thus not content (ftrange worship hath no end)
To kifs the earth at last he did pretend,
And bowing down befought with humble grace
An aged woman near to give some place.

She turn'd, and turning up her hole beneath,
Said, Sir, kifs here, for it is all but earth.
XXV. Proteus of Marble.

THIS is no work of stone,
Though it feems breathlefs, cold, and fenfe hath
But that falfe god which keeps
[none;

The monstrous people of the raging deeps:
Now that he doth not change his fhape this while,
It is thus conftant more you to beguile.

XXVI. Pamphilus.

SOME ladies wed, fome love, and fome adore them, I like their wanton Sport, then cate not for them.

When ftraight my hand grew weak, my mind a-
And ere that pencil half them had exprest,
Love had them drawn, no, grav'd them in my breast.
XXVIII. Campaspe.

ON ftars fhall I exclaim,

Which thus my fortune change,

Or fhall I elfe revenge

Upon myself this shame,

Inconftant monarch, or fhall I thee blame
Who lets Apelles prove

The fweet delights of Alexander's love?

No, ftars, myself, and thee, I all forgive,
And joys, that thus I live;

Of thee, blind king, my beauty was defpis'd.
Thou didst yet know it, now being known 'tis
priz'd.

XXIX. Cornucopia.
Is for one only horn,
Which nature to him gave,
So famous is the noble unicorn,
What praise fhould that man have,
Whofe head a lady brave

Doth with a goodly pair at once adorn?
XXX. Love fuffers no Parofal
THOSE eyes, dear eyes, be fpheres
Where two bright funs are roll'd,
That fair hand to behold
Of whiteft fnow appears:
Then while ye coyly ftand
To hide from me those eyes,
Sweet I would you advise

To choose fome other fan than that white hand:
For if ye do, for truth must true this know, [fnow.
Thofe funs ere long muft needs confunie warm
XXXI. Unpleasant Mufic.

IN fields Ribaldo ftray'd
May's tapestry to fee,
And hearing on a tree

A cuckow fing, figh'd to himself and said,
Lo how alas even birds fit mocking me.
XXXII. Sleeping Beauty.

O SIGHT too dearly bought!
She fleeps, and though those eyes
Which lighten Cupid's fkies
Be clos'd, yet fuch a grace
Environeth that place,

That I through wonder to grow faint am brought:
Suns if eclips'd you have such powers divine,
What power have I t'endure you when you fhine?
XXXIII. Alcon's Kifs.
WHAT others at their ear,

Two pearls, Camelia at her nofe did wear,
Which Alcon who nought faw

(For love is blind) robb'd with a pretty kiss;
But having known his miss,

And felt what ore he from that mine did draw,

Who whilft he liv'd in beauty did surpass
That boy, whose heavenly eyes
Brought Cypris from above,

Or him to death who look'd in wat'ry glass,
Even judge the god of love,

And if the nymph once held of him fo dear Dorine the fair, would here but shed one tear, Thou should'ft in nature's fcorn

A purple flow'r see of this marble born.

XXXIX. The Trojan Horfe.

A HORSE I am, who bit,

Rein, rod, fpur do not fear,

When I my riders bear,

Within my womb, not on my back they fit.

No streams I drink, nor care for grais or corn; Art me a monster wrought

All nature's works to scorn;

A mother I was without mother born,

In end all arm'd my father I forth brought:

What thousand ships, and champions of renown
Could not do free, captive I raz'd a town.
XL For Dorus.

WHY Nais, ftand ye nice
Like to a well wrought stone,
When Dorus would you kiss?
Deny him not that blifs,

He's but a child (old men be children twice)
And even a toothless one :

And when his lips yours touch in that delight, Ye need not fear he will thofe cherries bite.

XLI. Love Vagabonding.

SWEET nymphs, if, as ye ftray,

Ye find the froth-born goddess of the fea,
All blubber'd, pale, undone,
Who feeks her giddy fon,
That little god of love,

Whofe golden fhafts your chafteft bofoms prove
Who leaving all the heavens hath run away:
If ought to him that finds him fhe'll impart
Tell her, he nightly lodgeth in my heart.
XLII. To a River.

SгTH he will not that I

Show to the world my joy,

Thou, who oft mine annoy

Haft heard, dear flood, tell Thétis, if thou can,
That not a happier man

Doth breathe beneath the sky.

More fweet, more white, more fair,

Lips, hands, and amber hair,
Tell none did ever touch,

A smaller daintier waste

Tell, never was embrac'd:

But peace, fince the forbids thee tell too much.
XLIII. Lida.

SUCH Lida is, that who her fees,

Through envy, or through love, straight dies.
XLIV. Phrane.

AONIAN fifters, help my Phrane's praise to tell, Phræne, heart of my heart, with whom the Graces dwell,

For I furcharged am fo fore that I not know What first to praife of her, her breast, or neck of

fnow,

{eyes, Her cheeks with ròfes fpread, or her two fun-like Her teeth of brightest pearl, her lips where fweets nefs lies, [fet forth, But those fo praise themselves, being to all eyes That, muses, ye need not to fay ought of their worth, [known, Then her white fwelling paps effay for to make But her white swelling paps through smallest vail

are shown,

Yet fhe hath something else more worthy than the Not feen; go fing of that which lies beneath bet

breaft, [doth run; And mounts like fair Parnaffe, where Pegafe wel Here Phræne ftay'd my mufe, ere he had well

begun.

XIV. Kiffes defired.
THOUGH I with strange defire

To kifs thofe rofy lips am set on fire,
Yet will I ceafe to crave

Sweet kiffes in such store,

As he who long before

In thousands them from Lefbia did receive: Sweet heart, but once me kiss,

And I by that sweet bliss

Even fwear to ceafe you to importune more
Poor one no number is,

Another word of me ye fhall not hear
After one kifs, but still one kifs my dear.
XLVI Defired Death.

DEAR life, while I do touch
Thefe coral ports of bliss,
Which still themselves do kiss,

And fweetly me invite to do as much :

All panting in my lips,

My heart my life doth leave,

No fenfe my fenses have,

And inward powers do find a strange eclipse :

This deat fo heavenly well

Doth fo me pleafe that I

Would never longer seek in sense to dwell, If that even thus I only could but die.

XLVII. Phabe.

Ir for to be alone, and all the night to wander, Maids can prove chafte, then chaste is Phœbe without flander

XLVIII. Anfwer.

FooL, still to be alone, all night in heaven to wan
der,
{without flander.
Would make the wanton chafte, then she's chafte
XLIX. The Cruelty of Rora.

WHILST fighing forth his wrongs,
In fweet, though doleful fongs,

Alexis fought to charm his Rora's ears,
The hills were heard to moan,

To figh each fpring appeared,

[tears,

Trees, hardeft trees through rhind distill'd their
And foft grew every stone:

But tears, nor fighs, nor fongs could Rora move,
For the rejoiced at his plaint and love,
L. A Kifs.

HARK, happy lovers, hark,
This first and last of joys,
This fweet'ner of annoys,
This nectar of the gods,

You call a kifs, is with itself at odds
And half fo fweet is not

In equal measure got,

At light of fun, as it is in the dark,

Hark, happy lovers, hark.

LI. Kala's Complaint.

KALA, Old Mopfus wife,

Kala with Taireft face,

For why (quoth fhe) pofition falfe make ye, Putting a fhort thing where a long should be LV. A Lover's Heaven.

Those ftars, nay fun, which turn

So stately in their spheres,
And dazzling do not burn,
The beauty of the morn

Which on these cheeks appears,

The harmony which to that voice is given,
Makes me think you are heaven:

If heaven you be, O that my powerful charms,
I Atlas were enfolded in your arms?

LVI. Epitaph.

THIS dear, though not refpected earth, doth hold One for his worth, whofe tomb should be of gold LVII. Beauty's Idea.

WHO would perfection's fair idea fee,

On pretty Chloris let him look with me;

White is her hair, her teeth white, white her skin,
Black be her eyes, her eye-brows Cupid's inn:
Her locks, her body, hands do long appear,
But teeth fhort, fhort her womb, and either ear;
The fpace 'twixt fhoulders, eyes are wide, brow

wide,

[pride,

Strait waist, the mouth ftrait, and her virgin Thick are her lips, thighs, with banks (welling there, Her nofe is small, fmall fingers, and her hair; Her fugar'd mouth, her cheeks, her nails be red, Little her foot, breast little, and her head.

Such Venus was, fuch was that flame of Troy, Such Chloris is, mine hope, and only joy. LVIII. Lalus's Death.

AMIDST the waves profound,

Far, far from all relief,

The honeft fisher Lalus, ah! is drown'd,
Shut in his little skiff:

The boards of which did ferve him for a bier,

So that when he to the black world came near,
Of him no filver greedy Charon got,

For he in his own boat

Sigh'd with a heavy grace,

And faid, What wretch like me doth lead her life;
Ifce not how my task fhall have an end,
All day I draw thefe ftreaming dugs infold,
All night mine empty husband's foft and cold.
LII. Phyllis,

In petticoat of green,
Her hair about her een,
Phyllis beneath an oak

Sat milking her fair flock:

Mongft that fweet-ftrained moisture (rare delight) Her hand feem'd milk, in milk it was fo white. LIII. A Wifb.

To forge to mighty Jove The thunderbolts above,

Nor on this round below

Rich Midas fkill to know,

And make all goid I touch,

Do I defire, it is for me too much;

Of all the arts practis'd beneath the sky, I would but Phyllis lapidary be.

LIV. Nifa.

NIA, Palemon's wife, him weeping told He kept not grammar rules now being old;

No, planets, rofe, fnow, gold, can not compare
With you, dear eyes, lips, brows, and amber hair.
LXI. Of a Bee.

As an audacious knight,
Come with fome foe to fight,

His fword doth brandifh, makes his armour ring:
So this proud bee (at home, perhaps, a king)

Did buzzing fly about,

And (tyrant) after thy fair lip did fting: O champion strange as ftout!

Who haft by nature found,

[wound.

Sharp arms, and trumpet fhrill, to found and
LXII. Of that fame.

O Do not kill that bee
That thus hath wounded thee;
Sweet, it was no despite,

But hue did him deceive:

For when thy lips did clofe,

He deemed them a rofe.

What wouldst thou further crave?

He wanting wit, and blinded with delight,

Would fain have kifs'd, but mad with joy did bite.
LXIII. Of a Kifs.

AH! of that cruel bee
Thy lips have fuck'd too much ::

For when they mine did touch,

I found that both they hurt, and fweet'ned me : This by the fling they have,

And that they of the honey do receive :

Dear kifs, elfe by what art

Couldst thou at once both please and wound my heart?

LXIV. Idmon to Venus.

Ir Acidalia's queen,

Thou quench in me thy torch,

When ferpents can not hifs,

And lovers fhall not kifs:
Then may it be, but in no time till then,
That Daphnis can forget his Orienne,

LXVIII. The Statue of Venus Sleeping.
BREAK not my fweet repose,

(place, Thou, whom free will, or chance, brings to this Let lids thefe comets close,

O do not feek to fee their fhining grace:
For when mine eyes thou feeft, they thine will blind,
And thou shalt part, but leave thy heart behind.
LXIX. Anthea's Gift.

THIS virgin-lock of hair
To Idmon Anthea gives,
Idmon for whom the lives,

Though oft fhe mix his hopes with cold defpair:
This now, but abfent if he conftant prove,
With gift more dear fhe vows to meet his love.
LXX. To Thaumantia.

COME, let us live, and love,

And kifs Thaumantia mine:

I fhall the elm be, be to me the vine,
Come let us teach new billing to the dove:
Nay, to augment our blifs,
Let fouls even other kiss,

Let love a workman be,

Undo diftemper, and his cunning prove,

Of kiffes three make one, of one make three: Though moon, fun, ftars, be bodies far more bright, Let them not vaunt they match us in delight, LXXI. A Lover's Day and Night.

BRIGHT meteor of day,

For me in Thetis bow'rs for ever ftay:
Night, to this flow'ry globe

Ne'er fhow for me thy star-embroider'd robe;

Each year a myrtle tree

Here I do vow to confecrate to thee:

And when the meads grow green,

I will of fweetest flowers

Weave thousand garlands, to adorn thy bowers,

LXV. A Lover's Plaint.

IN midft of filent night,

When men, birds, beafts, do reft,
With love and fear poffeft,

To heaven, and Flore, I count my heavy plight.
Again with roseate wings

When morn peeps forth, and Philomela fings, Then void of all relief,

Do I renew my grief:

Day follows night, night day, whilft still I prove, That heaven is deaf, Flore careless of my love. LXVI. His Firebrand.

LEAVE page that flender torch,

And in this gloomy night

Let only fhine the light

Of love's hot brandon, which my heart doth scorch:

A figh, or blast of wind,

My tears, or drops of rain,

May that at once make blind:

Whilft this like Ætna burning fhall remain. LXVII. Daphnis's Vow.

WHEN fun doth bright the day

From the Hefperian sea,

Or moon her coach doth roll

Above the northern pole,

But hang on Mira's brow:

For when the low'rs, and hides from me her eyes,
Midst clearest day I find black night arise,
When fmiling the again thofe twins doth turn,
In midst of night I find noon's torch to burn,
LXXII. The Statue of Adonis.
WHEN Venus, 'longst that plain,
This Parian Adon faw,

[law,

She figh'd, and faid, What power breaks destine i World-mourned boy, and makes thee live again? Then with stretcht arms the ran him to enfold: But when she did behold

The boar, whofe fnowy tufks did threaten death,
Fear closed up her breath:

Who can but grant then that these stones do live,
Sith this bred love, and that a wound did give?
LXXIII. Clorus to a Grant,
OLD oak, and you thick grove,

I ever fhall you love,

With these sweet smelling briers:

For briers, oak, grove, ye crowned my defires,
When underneath your fhade

I left my woe, and Flore her maidenhead.
LXXIV. A Couplet Encomiaflick.

3

Love, Cypris, Phœbus, will feed, deck, and crown,

2

Thy heart, brows, verfe, with flames, with flowers

3

renown.

3

1

LXXVII. Flora's Flower.

VENUS doth love the rose,

Apollo thofe dear flowers
Which were his paramours,
The queen of fable skies,
The fubtle lunaries,

But Flore likes none of thofe, a

For fair to her no flower feems fave the lily:
And why? Because one letter turns it P.

LXXVIII. Melampus's Epitaph.

ALL that a dog could have

The good Melampus had :

Nay, he had more than what in beasts we crave,
For he could play the brave,

And often, like a Thrafo ftern, go mad:
And if ye had not seen, but heard him bark,
Ye would have fworn he was your parish clerk.
LXXIX. The Happiness of a Flea.

How happier is that flea

Which in thy breast doth play,

Than that py'd butterfly

[die?

Which courts the flame, and in the fame doth That hath a light delight

(Poor fool) contented only with a fight,

When this doth fport, and fwell with dearest food, And if he die, he knight-like dies in blood. LXXX Of that Jame.

POOR flea, then thou didit die,

Yet by fo fair a hand,

That thus to die was deftiny to command
Thou didst die, yet didst try

A lover's laft delight,

To vault on virgin plains, her kifs and bite:
Thou diedst, yet haft thy tomb
Between thofe paps, O dear and ftately room!
Fich, happier far, more blef,

Than Phenix burning in his spicy neft.
LXXX!. Lina's Virginity.
WHO Lina weddeth fhall moft happy be,
For he a maid fhall find,
Though maiden none be she,

A girl, or boy, beneath her waift confin'd:
And though bright Ceres locks be never fhorn,
He fhall be fure this year to lack no corn.
LXXXII. Love Naked.

AND would ye, lovers, know
Why Love doth naked go?
Fond, waggish, changeling lad,

Late whilft Thaumantia's voice

lle wond'ring heard, it made him fo rejoice,
That he o'erjoy'd ran mad;
VOL. IV.

And in a frantic fit threw clothes away,
And fince from lip and lap hers can not tray.
LXXX. Niobè.

WRETCH'D Niobè I am,

Let wretches read my cafe,

Not fuch who with a tear ne'er wet their face; Seven daughters of me came,

And fons as many, which one fatal day (Orb'd mother!) took away:

Thus reft by heavens unjuft,

Grief turn'd me ftone, ftone too me doth entomb,
Which if thou doft mistrust,

Of this hard rock but ope the flinty womb,
And here thou shalt find marble and no dust.
LXXXIV Change of Love.

ONCE did I weep and groan,
Drink tears, draw loathed breath,
And all for love of one

Who did affect my death:

But now (thanks to Disdain)
I live reliev'd of pain,

For fighs I finging go,

I burn not as before, no, no, no, no.
LXXXV. Wild Beauty,

Ir all but ice thou be,

How dost thou thus me burn?

Or how at fire which thou dost raise in me (Sith ice) thyfelf in ftreams doit thou not turn? But rather (plaintful cafe!)

Of ice art marble niade to my difgrace:

O miracle of Love! not heard till now,
Cold ice doth burn, and hard by fire doth grow.
LXXXVI. Conflant Love.

TIME makes great fiates decay,

Time doth May's pomp difgrace,

Time draws deep furrows in the fairest face,
Time wifdom, force, renown, doth take away,
Time doth confume the years.

Time changes works in Heaven's eternal fplicres a
Yet this fierce tyrant which doth all devour,
To leffen love in me fhall have no power.
LXXXVII. To Chloris.

SEE Chloris, how the clouds

Tilt in the azure lifts,.

And how with Stygian mifts

Each horned hill his giant forehead shrouds.
Jove thundereth in the air,

The air grown great with rain,
Now feems to bring Deucalion's days again?
foe thee quake; come, let us home repair;
Come, hide thee in mine arms,

If not for love, yet to fhun greater harms..

LXXXVIII., Thyrfis in Difpraife of Beauty, THAT which fo much the doating world doth prize} Fond ladies only care, and fole delight, Soon-fading beauty, which of hues doth rife, Is but an abject let of nature's might; Moft woful wretch, whom fhining hair and eyes, Lead to love's dungeon, traitor'd by a light, Mott woful: for he might with greater eafe Hell's portals enter, and pale death appeafe.

As in delicious meads beneath the flowers, And the most wholefome herbs that May can show,

In crystal curls the fpeckled ferpent lowr's,

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