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But 0, that women have such hearts,

Such thoughts, and such deep-piercing darts,

As in the beauty of their eye

Harbour naught but flattery!

Their tears are drawn * that drop deceit,

Their faces calends of all sleight,

Their smiles are lures, their looks guile,

And all their love is but a wile.

Then, Tityr, leave, leave, TityruB,

To love such as scorns you thus;

And say to love and women both,

'What I lik'd, now I do loath.'"

With that he hied him to the flocks,

And counted lovo but Venus' mocks.

THE SONG

OS A. COUNTRY. SWAIN AT THE RETURN OF
THILADOR.

The silent shade had shadow'd every tree,
Aud Phoebus in the west was shrouded low;
Each hivo had home her busy-labouring bee,
Each bird the harbour of the night did know:

Even then,

When thus
All things did from their weary labour lin,t
Menalcas sat and thought him of his sin:

His head on hand, his elbow on his knee;
And tears, like dew, be-drench'd upon his face,
His face as sad as any swain's might be;
His thoughts and dumps befitting well the place:

Even then,

When thus
Menalcas sat in passions all alone,
He sighed then, and thus he gan to moan.

"I that fed flocks upon Thessalia-plains,
And bade my lambs to feed on daffodil, [gains,
That liv'd on milk and curds, poor shepherds'
And merry sat,J and pip'd upon a pleasant hill;

Even then,

When thus
I sat secure, and fear'd not Fortune's ire,
Mine eyes eclips'd, fast blinded by desire.

*' Then lofty thoughts began to lift my mind,
I grudgM and thought my fortune was too low;
A shepherd's life 'twas baBO and out of kind;
The tallest cedars have the fairest grow:

Even then.

When thus
Pride did intend the sequel of my ruth,
Began the faults and follies of my youth.

* drawn] A misprint. Qy. "dews"?

t lin] L e. cease.

t And merry tat, &c] See noto t, V- 285, first col.

"I left the fields and took me to the town, Fold sheep who list, the hook was cast away; Menalcas would not be a country clown, Nor shepherd's weeds, but garments far more gay:

Even then,

When thus
Aspiring thoughts did follow after ruth,
Began the faults and follies of my youth.

"My suits were silk, my talk was all of state,
I strotch'd beyond the compass of my sleeve;
The bravest courtier was Menalcas' mate,
Spend what I would, I never thought on grief:

Even then,

When thus
I lash'd out lavish, then began my ruth,
And then I felt the follies of my youth.

"I cast mine eye on every wanton face,
And straight desire did hale me on to love;
Then lover-like I pray'd for Venus' grace,
That she my mistress' deep affects might move:

Even then,

When thus
Love trapp'd me in the fatal bands of ruth,
Began the faults and follies of my youth.

"No cost I spar'd to please my mistress' eye,

No time ill-spent iu presence of her sight;

Yet oft she * frown'd, and then her lovo must

die, But when she smil'd, 0, then a happy wight!

Even then,

When thus
Desire did draw me on to deem of ruth,
Began the faults and follies of my youth.

"The day in poems often did I pass,

The night in sighs and sorrows for her grace;

And she, as fickle as the brittle glass,

Held sun-shine showers within her flattering face:

Even then,

When thus
I spied the woes that women's loves ensu'th,
I saw and loath['d] the follies of my youth.

"I noted oft that beauty was a blaze,

I saw that love was but a heap of cares;

That such as stood, as deer do, at the gaze,

And sought their wealth amongst affection's

snares,+

ilie) Thelto. "we.'

t snares] Tho 4to. "thares.*

Even such

I saw
With * hot pursuit did follow after ruth,
And foster'd up the follies of their youth.

"Thus clogg"d with love, with passions, and with
I saw the country life had least molest; [grief,
I felt a wound, and fain would have relief,
And this resolv'd I thought would fall out best:

Even then,

When thus
I felt my senses almost sold to ruth,
I thought to leave the follies of my youth.

"To flocks again! away the wanton town,
Fond pride a vaunt! give me the shepherd's hook,
A coat of grey! I'll be a country clown;
Mine eye shall scorn on beauty for to look:

No more

Ado; Both pride and love are ever pain'd with ruth, And + therefore farewell the follies of my youth."

FROM

THE FAREWELL TO FOLLY.

(ed. 1617.)

—4-—

DESCRIPTION OP THE LADY M.ESIAJ Hkb stature and hor shape were passing tall, Diana-like, when 'longst the lawna she goes; A stately pace, like Juno when she brav'd The Queen of Love § 'fore Paris in the vale; A front beset with love and majesty; A face like lovely Venus when she blush'd A seely shepherd Bhould be beauty's judge; A lip sweet ruby-red, grac'd with delight; Her eyes two sparkling stars in winter-night When chilling frost doth clear the azur'd sky; Her hairs, in tresses twin'd with threads of silk, Hung waving down like Phoebus' in his prime; Her breasts an white as those two snowy swans That draw to Paphos Cupid's smiling dame; A foot like Thetis' when she tripp'd the sands To steal Neptunus' favour with her|| steps; In fine, a piece, despite of beauty, fram'd To show U what Nature's cunning could afford.

"With] The 4to. " Which."

t And] An interpolation?

t This is an alteration and abridgement of a copy of verses in the Morando: see ante, p. 285, first col.

i love] Tho 4to." hoauen:" but see ante, p. 2S5, first col.

II >ut\ The4to. "his."

H thaw] So in our author's Morando: vide ante, p. 285, first col.—The 4to. "see."

SONG. Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content;

The quiet mind is richer than a crown; Sweet are the nights in careless slumber spent;

The poor estate scorns fortune's angry frown: Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such Beggars enjoy, when princes oft do miss, [bliss,

The homely house that harbours quiet rest;

The cottage that affords no pride nor care; The mean that 'grees with country music best;

The sweet consort of mirth and music's fare; Obscured life sets down a type of bliss: A mind content both crown and kingdom is.

LINES TRANSLATED FROM GUAZZO.

(''Chi tpinto d amove," Ac.) He that appaled * with lust would sail in haste to

Corinthum, There to be taught in Lais' school to seek for a

mistress, Is to be train'd in Venus' troop and chang'd to

the purpose; Rage einbrae'd, but reason quite thrust out as an

exile; Pleasure a pain, rest turn'd to be care, and mirth

as a madness; Fiery mindf inflam'd with a look, enrag'd as

Alecto; Quaint in array, sighs fetch'd from far, and tears,

marry, feigned; Pensive,! sore, deep-plung'd in pain, not a place

but his heart whole; Days in grief and nights consum'd to think on

a goddesB; Broken sleeps, sweet dreams, but short, from the

night to the morning; [Apollo;

Venus dash'd, his mistress' face as bright as Helena stain'd, tho golden ball wrong-given by FROM

the shepherd; Hairs of gold, eyes twinkling Btars, her lips to be

rubies; Teeth of pearl, her breasts like snow, her cheeks

to bo roses; Sugar-candy she is, as I guess, from the waist to

the kneestead; Naught is amiss, no fault were found, if soul

were amended; All were bliss, if such fond lust led not to repentance.

* apixdrd] Qy. "impell'd"?
t mind] Tho 4to. "niindes."
t Pcneive] Tho4to. "Pen sicke."

DANTE.

(" It vizio chi conduce" &c.)

A Monster seated'in the midst of men,
Which, daily fed, is never satiate;
A hollow gulf of vile * ingratitude,
Which for his food vouchsafes not pay of thanks,
But Btill doth claim a debt of due expense:
From hence doth Venus draw the shape of lust;
From hence Mars raiseth blood and stratagems:
The wreck of wealth, the secret foe to life;
The sword that hasteneth on tho date of death;
The surest friend to physic by disease;
The pumice that defaceth memory;
The misty vapour that obscures tho light,
And brightest beams of science' glittering sun,
And doth eclipse the mind with sluggish thoughts:
The monster that affords this cursed brood,
And makes commixture of these dire mishaps,
Is but a stomach overcharg'd with meats,
That takes delight in endless gluttony.

FROM

THE GROATSWORTH OF WIT.

(ed. 1017.)

LAMILIA'S SONG.

FlE, fie on blind fancy!

It hinders youth's joy:

Fair virgins, learn by me

To count Love a toy. When Love lcarn'd firBt the A B C of delight, And knew no figures nor conceited phrase, He simply gave to due desert her right, He led not lovers in dark winding ways; He plainly will'd to love, or flatly answer'd no: But now who lists to prove, shall find it nothing so.

Fie, fie, then, on fancy!

It hinders youth's joy:

Fair virgins, learn by mo

To count love a toy. For since ho learn'd to use the poet's pen, He learn'd likewise with smoothing words to feign, [men,

Witching chaste ears with trothless tongues of And wronged faith with falsehood and disdain. He gives a promise now, anon he swearcth no: Who liBteth for to prove, shall find his changing so.

Fie, fie, then, on fancy!

It hinders youth's joy:

Fair virgins, learn by mo

To count Love a toy. * vile] The Ito. "vild": but see note f, p. 167, sec. eol.

VERSES AGAINST ENTICING COURTEZANS. . What mean the poets in * invective verse To sing Medea's shame, and Scylla's pride, Calypso's charms by which so many died; Only for this their vices they rehearse,— That curious wits, which in the world converse, May shim the dangers and enticing shows Of such false Sirens, thoso home-breeding foes, That from their eyes their venom do disperse. So soon kills not the basilisk with sight, The viper's tooth is not so venomous, The adder's tongue not half so dangerous, As they that bear the shadow of delight, Who chain blind youths in trammels of their hair, Till waste brings woe, and sorrow hastes despair.

VERSES.
Deceiving world, that with alluring toys
Hast made my life the subject of thy scorn,
And scornest now to lend thy fading joys
T' outlength my life, whom friends havo left for-
lorn;
How well are they that die ere they be born,
And never see thy sleights, which few men shun
Till unawares they helpless arc undoue!

Oft have I sung of Love and of his fire;
But now I find that poet was advis'd,
Which made full feasts increasers of desire,
And proves weak Love was with the poor despia'd;
For when the life with food is not suffie'd,
What thoughts of love, what motion of delight.
What pleasance can proceed from such a wight!

Witness my want, the murderer of my wit:
My ravish'd sense, of wonted fury roft,
Wants Buch conceit as should in poems fit
Set down the sorrow wherein I am left:
But therefore have high heavens their gifts bereft,
Because so long they lent them me to use,
And I so long their bounty did abuse.

0, that a year were granted me to live,
And for that year my former wits rcstor'd!
What rules of life, what counsel would I give,
How should'my sin with sorrow be deplor'd !t
But I must die of every man abhorr'd:

Time loosely spent will not again be won;

My time is loosely spent, and I undone.

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A CONCEITED FABLE OP THE OLD COMEDIAN MSOF. An ant and a grasshopper, walking together on a green, the one carelessly skipping, the other carefully prying what winter's provision was scattered in the way; the grasshopper scorning (as wantons will) this needless thrift, as he termed it, reproved him thus;

"The greedy miser thirsteth still for gain;
His thrift is theft, his weal works others woe:
That fool is fond which will in caves remain,
When 'mongst fair sweets he may at pleasure

go-" To this, the ant, perceiving the grasshopper's meaning, quickly replied; "The thrifty husband spares what unthrift * spends, His thrift no theft, for dangers to provide: Trust to thyself; small hope in want yield

friends: A cave is better than the deserts wide t."

In short time these two parted, the one to his pleasure, the other to his labour. Anon harvest grew on, and reft from the grasshopper bis wonted moisture. Then weakly skips he to the meadows' brinks, where till fell winter he abode. But storms continually pouring, he went for succour to the ant, his old acquaintance; to whom he had scarce discovered his estate, but the little worm made this reply;

"Pack hence," quoth he," thou idle, lazy worm; My bouse doth harbour no unthrifty mates: Thou scorn'dst to toil, and now thou feel'st

the storm, And starv'st for food, while I am fed with cates: Use no entreats, I will relentless rest, For toiling labour hates an idle guest." The grasshopper, foodless, helpless, and strengthless, got intot the next brook, and in the yielding Band digged himself a pit: by which likewise he engraved this epitaph;

"When spring's green prime array'd me with delight, And every power, with youthful vigour fill'd, Gave strength to work whatever fancy will'd, I never fear'd the force of winter's spite. "When first I saw the sun the day begin, And dry the morning's tears from herbs and grass,

* unthri/l\ Tholto. "vnthrilts." t vi<U] The 4to. "wilde."

I into] Equivalent to ■• wUo " : see noto f, p. Ill, sec. col.

I little thought his cheerful light would pass, Till ugly night with darkness euter'd in;

And theu day lost I mourn'd, spring past I wail'd;

But neither tears for this or that avail'd.

"Then too-too late I prais'd the emmet's pain,
That sought in spring a harbour 'gainst the heat,
And in the harvest gather'd winter's meat,
Perceiving famine, frosts, and stormy rain.

"My wretched end may warn green-springing
youth
To use delights as toys that will deceive,
And scorn the world before the world them

leave,
For all world's trust is ruin without ruth.
Then blest are they that, like the toiling ant,
Provide in time 'gainst woeful winter's want."

With this the grasshopper, yielding to the weather's extremity, died comfortless without remedy.

FROM

CICERONIS AMOR, TULLY'S LOVE.

(Eo. 1597.)

VERSES.

When gods had fram'd the sweet of women's face, And lock'd men's looks within their golden hair, That Pbcebus blush'd to Bee their matchless grace, And heavenly gods on earth did make repair; To quip fair Venus' overweening pride, Love's happy thoughts to jealousy were tied.

Then grew a wrinkle on fair Venus' brow;

The amber sweet of love is turn'd to gall; Gloomy was heaven; bright Phoebus did avow

He could bo coy, and would not love at all, Swearing, no greater mischief could bo wrought Than love united to a jealous thought.

VERSUS.

Vita, quso tandem magis est jucunda, Vel viris doctis magis cxpetenda, Mente quam pura sociam jugalem Semper amare?

Vita qua; tandem magis est dolenda,
Vel magis cuncti9 fugienda, quam quae,
Fals6 suspecta probitate arnica;,
Tollit amorem?

Nulla earn tollit medicina pestcm,
Murmura, emplastrum, vel imago saga,
Astra nee curant niagica; nee artes
Zelotypiam.

SONG. Mars in a fury 'gainst Love's brightest Queen,

Put on his helm, and took him to his lance; On Erycinus* Mount was Mavors seen,

And there his ensigns did the god advance, And by heaven's greatest gates he stoutly Bwore, Venus should die, for she had wrong'd him Bore.

Cupid heard this, and he began to cry,
And wish'd his mother's absence for a while:

"Peace, fool," quoth Venus; "is it I must die 1 Must it be Marsf 1" with that Bhe coin'd a smile;

She trimm'd her tresses, and did curl her hair,

And made her face with beauty passing fair.

A fan of silver feathers in her hand,?

And in a coach of ebony Bhe went: She pass'd the place where furious Mars did stand,

And out her looks a lovely smile she sent; Then from her brows leap'd out so sharp a frown, That Mars for fear threw all his armour down.

He vow'd repentance for his rash misdeed,
Blaming his choler that had caus'd his woe:

Venu3 grew gracious, and with him agreed,
But charg'd him not to threaten beauty so,

For women's looks are such enchanting charms

As can subdue the greatest god in arms.

ROUNDELAY.
Fond, feigning poets make of love a god,

And leave the laurel for the myrtle-boughs,
When Cupid is a child not past the rod,

And fair Diana Daphne § most allows:

* Erycinw] Our author seems to forget here that tho mountain, from which Venus had the name of Erycina, was Eryx: it is not likely that he wrote "Erycina's Mount."

t Mzut it be Mart] Qy. "Mult I by Marl "?

} A fan o/ tilver feathers in her hand] The Hev. J. Mitford (Sent. Mag for March, 1833, p. 21S) compares— "A/an of painted/eatltm in his hand," &c.

Collins's Second Oriental Eclogue.

5 Daphne] The 4to "Daphnls."

I'll wear the bays, and call the wag a boy,
And think of love but as a foolish toy.

Some give him bow and quiver at his back,

Some make him blind to aim without advice, When, naked wretch, such fcather'd bolts he lack, And sight he hath, but cannot wrong the wise; For use but labour's weapon for defence, And Cupid, like a coward, flieth thence.

He's god in court, but cottage calls him child, And Vesta's virgins with their holy fires

Do cleanse the thoughts that fancy hath defil'd, And burn the palace of his fond desires;

With chaste disdain they scorn the foolish god,

And prove him but a boy not past the rod.

LENTULUS'S DESCRIPTION OF TERENTIA IN LATIN.

Qualis in aurora splendeacit lumine Titan,

Talis in eximio corpore forma fuit: Lumiua scu spectes radiantia, sive capillos,

Lux, Ariadne, tua, et lux tua, Phcebe, jacet Venustata fuit verbis, spirabat odorem;

Musica vox, nardus spiritus alums erat; Rubea labra, gente rubra;, faciesque decora,

In qua concertant lilius atque rosa; Luxuriant geminas formoso in pectore mamma);

Circundant nivite Candida colla corns; Denique talis erat divina Terentia, quales

Quondam certantes, Juno, Minerva, Venua.

THUS IN ENGLISH.

BrighTsomi: Apollo in his richest pomp
Was not like to the trammels of her hair;
Her eyes, like Ariadne's sparkling stars,
Shone from the ebon arches of her brows;
Her face was like the blushing of the east
When Titan charg'd the morning sun to rise;
Her cheeks, rich strew'd with roses and with

white,
Did stain the glory of Ancbises' love;
Her silver teats did ebb and flow delight;
Her neck column * of polish'd ivory;
Her breath was perfume f made of violets;
And all this heaven was but Terentia.

* colui.m] The 4to. "columns."
t perfume] The 4to. "perfumes."

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