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Here shall I bring you two the most entire And constant lovers that were ever seen,

From out the greatest sufferings of annoy

That Fortune could inflict, to their full joy:
Wherein uo wild, no rude, no antic sport,

HAD sorrow ever fitter place
But tender passions, motions soft and grave,

To act his part, The still spectators must expect to have.

Than is my heart, For these are only Cynthia's recreatives

Where it takes up all the space? Made unto Phæbus, and are feminine;

Where is no vein And therefore must be gentle like to her,

To entertain Whose sweet affections mildly move and stir.

A thought that wears another face. And here, with this white wand will I effect

Nor will I sorrow ever have As much as with my flaming torch of love:

Therein to be And with the power thereof, affections move

But only thee, In these fair nymphs and shepherds round about.

To whom I full possession gave:

Thou in thy name

Must hold the same,
Stay, Hymen, stay, you shall not have the day Until thou bring it to the grave.
Of this great glory, as you make account:
We will herein, as we were ever wont,
Oppose you in the matches you address,
And undermine them with disturbances.


Now, do thy worst, base Envy, thou canst do,
Thou shalt not disappoint my purposes.

Love is a sickness full of woes,

All remedies refusing :

A plant that with most cutting grors,
Then will I, Hymen, in despite of thee,

Most barren with best using.
I will make parents cross desires of love

Why so ?
With those respects of wealth, as shall dissolve More we enjoy it, more it dies;
The strongest knots of kindest faithfulness. If not enjoy’d, it sighing cries,

Hey ho.
Hence, greedy Avarice, I know thou art

Love is a torment of the mind,
A hag that dost bewitch the minds of men :

A tempest everlasting;
Yet shalt thou have no share at all herein. And Jove hath made it of a kind,

Not well, nor full nor fasting.

Why so?
Then will I, Hymen, do thou what thou canst, More we enjoy it, more it dies;
I will steal closely into linked hearts;

If not enjoyd, it sighing cries,
And sbake their veins with cold distrustfulness;

Hey ho.
And ever keep them waking in their fears,
With spir'ts, wbich their imagination rears.







Disquiet Jealousy, vile Fury, thou
That art the ugly monster of the mind,
Avaunt, begone, thou shalt have nought to do
In this fair work of ours, nor ever more
Canst enter there, where honour keeps the door.

And therefore, hideous furies, get you bence,
This place is sacred to integrity,
And clean desires; your sight most loathsome is
Unto so well dispos'd a company.
Therefore be gone, I charge you by my power,
We must have nothing in Arcadia, sour.

Desire, that is of things ungot,

See what travail it procureth,

And how much the mind endureth,
To gain what yet it gaineth not:

For never was it paid,

The charge defray'd,
According to the price of thought.



Hymen, thou canst not chase us so away,
For look, how long as thou mak'st marriages,
So long will we produce encumbrances;
And we will in the same disguise as thou,
Mix us amongst the shepherds, that we may
Effect our work the better, being unknown;
For ills show other faces than their own.

Eyes, hide my love and do not show

To any but to her my notes,
Who only doth that cipher know,

Wherewith we pass our secret thoughts:
Bely your looks in others' sight;
And wrong yourselves to do her right.

Whilst that she (O cruel maid)

Doth me and my love despise,

My life's fourish is decay'd,

That depended on her eyes :

But her will must be obey'd,

And well he ends, for love who dies.


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The glory of thy great excesses?
Since by thee what men acquire,

Thy work and not their worths expresses.

Nor dost thou raise them for their good : OF THE FK" But thave their ills more understood.

Come, worthy Greek, Ulysses come,

Possess these shores with me,
The winds and seas are troublesome,

And here we may be free.
Here may we sit and view their toil,

That travail in the deep,
Enjoy the day in mirth the while,

And spend the uigbt in sleep.


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And with the thought of actions past

With innocent and plain simplicity: Are recreated still :

And living here under the awful hand When pleasure leaves a touch at last

Of discipline and strict observancy, To show that it was ill

Learn but our weaknesses to understand.

And therefore dare not enterprise to show SYREN.

In lower style the hidden mysteries, That doth opinion only cause,

And arts of thrones, which nope that are belor That's out of custom bred ;

The sphere of action, and the exercise Which makes us many other laws,

Of power, can truly show; thongh men mas tu Than ever Nature did.

Conceit above the pitch where it should stand, No widows wail for our delights,

And form more monst'rous figures than cuatzin Our sports are without blood;

A possibility, and go beyond The world we see by warlike wights

The nature of those managements so far, Receives more hurt than good.

As oft their common decency they mar:
Whereby the populace (in which such skill
Is needless) may be brought to apprebend

Notions, that may turn all to a taste of ill But yet the state of things require

Whatever power shall do, or might intend: These motions of unrest,

And think all cunning, all proceeding one, And these great spirits of high desire

And nothing simple, and sincerely done: Seem born to turn them best :

Yet th' eye of practice, looking down from bgt To purge the mischiefs, that increase,

Upon such over-reaching vanity, And all good order mar:

Sees how from errour to errour it doth ficat, For oft we see a wicked peace,

As from an unknown ocean into a gulf:
To be well chang'd for war.

And how though th' wolf would counterfeit there
Yet every chink bewrays him for a wolf.

And therefore in the view of state t' hare se Well, well, Ulysses, then I see

A counterfeit of state, had been to light I shall not have thee here ;

A candle to the Sun, and so bestow'd And therefore I will come to thee,

Our pains to bring our dimness unto light. And take my fortune there.

For majesty and power can nothing see I must be won that cannot win,

Without itself, that can sight-worthy be. Yet lost were I not won ;

And therefore durst not we but on the ground, For beauty hath created been

From whence our humble argument hath birta, Tundo or be undone.

Erect our scene, and thereon are we found,
And if we fall, we fall but on the earth,
From whence we pluck'd the flow'rs that bers

Which if at their first opening they did plaas,

It was enough, they serve but for a spring,
The first scent is the best in things as these:
A music of this nature on the ground,

Is ever wont to vanish with the sound.
THE QUEEN'S ARCADIA, But yet your royal goodness may vaise new,

Grace but the Muses, they will honour you. A PASTORAL TRAGI-COMEDY.

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GUST, 1605.


Desert, Reward, and Gratitude,

The graces of society,

Do here with hand in hand conclude
That which their zeal, whose only zeal was bent

The blessed chain of amity : To show the best they could that inight delight.

For we deserve, we give, we thank,
Your royal mind, did lately represent,

Thanks, gifts, deserts, thus join in rank.
Renowu'd empress, to your princely sight; We yield the splendent rays of light,
Is now the offering of their humbleness,

Unto these blessings that descend:-
Here consecrated to your glorious name;

The grace whereof with more delight, Whose happy presence did vouchsafe to bless

The well disposing doth commend; So poor presentments, and to grace the same. Whilst gratitude, rewards, deserts,

And though it be in th' humblest rank of words, Please, win, draw on, and couple hearts. And in the lowest region of our speech, Yet is it in that kind, as best accords

For worth, and power, and dne respect, With rural passions, which use not to reach

Deserves, bestows, returns with grace : Beyond the groves, and woods, where they were bred: The meed, reward, the kind affect; And best become a eloistral exercise,

That give the world a cheerful face, Where men shut out retir'd, and sequester'd And turning in this course of right, From public fashion, seem to sympathise

Make virtue move with true delight.


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Now when so many pens (like spears) are charg'd

To chase away this tyrant of the north,

Gross Barbarism, whose pow'r grown far enlarg'd,
Was lately by thy valiant brother's worth
First found, encounter'd, and provoked forth:

Whose onset made the rest audacious,
WHILST worth with honour make their choice
For measur'd notions order'd right,

Whereby they likewise bave so well discharg'd
Now let us likewise give a voice,

Upon that hideous beast encroaching thus.
Unto the touch of oar delight.

And now must I with that poor strength I have

Resist so foul a foe in what I may:
For comforts lock'd up without sound,

And arm against oblivion and the grave,
Are th' unborn children of the thought : That else in darkness carries all away,
Like unto treasures never found,

And makes of all an universal prey ;
That buried low are left forgot.

So that if by my pen procure ) shall,

But to defend me, and my name to save,
Where words our glory doth not show,

Then though I die, I cannot yet die all.
(There) like brave actions without fame :
It seems as plants not set to grow,

But still the better part of me will live,
Or as a tomb without a name.

And in that part will live thy rev'rend name,
Although thyself dost far more glory give
Unto thyself, than I can by the same,

Who dost with thine own hand a bulwark frame

Against these monsters, (enemies of honour)
Which evermore shall so defend thy fame,

As time or they shall never prey upon her.
THE TRAGEDY OF CLEOPATRA. Those hymns which thou dost consecrate to Heav'o,

Which Israel's singer to his God did frame,

Unto thy voice eternity hath given, [came;
TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE LADY MARY, COUNTE$8 And makes thee dear to him from whence they

In them must rest thy venerable name,
Lo! here the labour which she did impose,

So long as Sion's God remaineth honoured ;

And till confusion hath all zeal bereaven,
Whose influence did predominate my Mase,

And murther'd faith, and temples ruined.
The star of wonder my desires first chose,
To guide their travels in the course I use :
She, whose clear brightness had the power t’infuse When Wilton lies low levell’d with the ground:

By this (great lady) thou must then be known, Strength to my thoughts, from whence these mo- And this is that which thou may'st call thine own, tions came,

Which sacrilegious time cannot confound. Call'd up my spirits from out their low repose, Here thou surviv'st thyself, here thou art found To sing of state, and tragic notes to frame.

Of late succeeding ages, fresh in fame:

This monument cannot be overthrown,
I who (contented with an humble song)

Where, in eternal brass, remains thy name.
Made music to myself that pleas'd me best,
And only told of Delia, and her wrong,

O that the ocean did not bound our style
And prais'd her eyes, and plain'd mine own unrest : Within these strict and narrow limits so;
(A text from whence my Muse had not digress'd) Might now be heard to Tyber, Arne, and Po:

But that the melody of our sweet isle
Madam, had not thy well-grac'd Antony
(Who all alone having remained long)

That they might know how far Thames doth out-go , and Green Requir'd his Cleopatra's company.

The music of declined Italy ;
And list’ning to our songs another while,

Might learn of thee their notes to purify.
Who if she here do so appear in act,

That he can scárce discern her for his queen, O why may not some after-coming hand सा,

Finding how much she of herself hath lack'd, Unlock these limits, open our confines, ,

And miss'd that grace wherein she should be seen, and break asunder this imprisoning band,
Her worth obscur'd, her spirit embased clean; T enlarge our spirits, and publish our designs;

Yet lightning thou by thy sweet cheerfulness Planting our roses on the Apenines?

My dark defects, which from her powers detract, And to teach Rheyne, the Loyre, and Rhodanus, TOD He may her guess by some resemblances.

Our accents, and the wonders of our land,

That they might all admire and honour us.
And I hereafter in another kind,

Whereby great Sidney and our Spencer might,
More suiting to the nature of my vein,

With those Po singers being equalled,
May peradventure raise my humble inind Enchant the world with such a sweet delight,
To other music in this higher strain ;

That their eternal songs (for ever read)
Since I perceive the world and thou dost deign May show what great Eliza's reign hath bred.
To countenance my song, and cherish me,

What music in the kingdom of her peace
I must so work posterity may find,

Hath now been made to her, and by her might,
My love to serse, my gratitude to thes.

Whereby her glorious fame shall never cease.

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But if that Fortune doth deny us this,

The bed of Sin reveal'd, Then Neptune lock up with thy ocean key And all the luxury that Shame Fould bar a This treasure to ourselves, and let them miss Of so sweet riches: as unworthy they

The scene is broken down, To taste the great delights that we enjoy.

And all uncover'd lies, And let our harmony, so pleasing grown,

The purple actors known Content ourselves, whose errour ever is

Scarce men, whom men despise. Strange notes to like, and disesteem our own.

The complots of the wise, But, whither do my vows transport me now,

Prove iinperfections smok'd :

And all what wonder gave Without the compass of my course enjoin'd?

To pleasure-gazing eyes, Alas! what honour can a voice so low

Lies scatter'd, dash'd, all broke. As this of mine expect hereby to find ?

Thus much beguiled have But, madam, this doth animate my mind,

Poor unconsiderate wights, That yet I shall be read among the rest,

These momentary pleasures, fugitive delights
And though I do not to perfection grow,
Yet something shall I be, though not the best.


Opinion, how dost thou molest
BEHOLD what furies still

Th' affected mind of restless man? Torment their tortur'd breast,

Who fallowing thee never can, Who by their doing ill

Nor ever shall attain to rest, Have wrought the world's unrest.

Forgetting what thou say'st is best; Which when being must distress'd,

Yet lo! that best he finds far wide Yet more to vex their sprite,

Of what thou promised'st before: "The hideous face of sin,

For in the same he look'd for more, (In forms they must detest)

Which proves but small, when once 't is try'd. Stands ever in their sight.

Then something else thou find'st beside, Their conscience still within

To draw him still from thought to thought: Th' eternal larum is,

When in the end all proves but nought. That ever-barking dog, that calls upon their miss. Further from rest he finds him then,

Than at the first when he began. No means at all to hide,

O malecontent, seducing guest, Man for himself can find :

Contriver of our greatest woes, No way to start aside

Which born of wind, and fed with shows, Out from the hell of mind.

Dost nurse thyself in thine unrest, But in himself confin'd,

Judging ungotten things the best, He still sees Sin before;

Or what thou in conceit desiga'st, And winged-footed Pain,

And all things in the world dost deem That swiftly coines behind.

Not as they are, but as they seem : The which is evermore

Which shows their state thou ill defin'st: The sure and certain gain

And liv'st to come, in present pin'st. Impiety doth get,

For what thou hast, thou still dost lack : And wanton loose Respect, that doth itself forget.

O mind's tormentor, body's rack, And Cleopatra now

Vain promiser of that sweet rest
Well sees the dangerous way

Which never any yet possessed.
She took, and car'd not how,
Which led her to decay.

If we unto ambition tend,
And likewise makes us pay

Then dost thou draw our weakness on, For her disorder'd lust

With vain imagination The int'rest of our blood,

Of that which never hath an end. Or live a servile prey

Or if that lust we apprehend, Under a hand unjust,

How doth that pleasant plague infest? As others shall think good.

O what strange forms of luxury, This hath a riot won;

Thou straight dost cast t'entice us by ? And thus she hath her state, herself, and us undone, which we have never yet possess'd,

And tellst us that is ever best, Now every mouth can tell,

And that more pleasure rests beside, What close was muttered:

In something that we bare not try'd : How that she did not well,

And when the same likewise is had,
To take the course she did.

Then all is one, and all is bad.
For now is uothing bid,
Of what fear did restrain.

This Antony can say is true,
No secret closely done,

And Cleopatra knows 't is so, But now is uttered.

By th' experience of their woe. The text is made most plain

She can say, she never knew That flattery gloss'd upon,

But that lust found pleasures bew,

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