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THE SHEPHERD'S ODE. Walking in a valley green, Spread with Flora, summer-queen, Where she heaping all her graces, Niggard seem'd in other places; Spring it was, and here did spring All that nature forth can bring. Groves of pleasant trees there grow, Which fruit and shadow could bestow: Thick-leav'd boughs small birdB cover, Till sweet notes themselves discover; Tunes for number seem'd confounded, Whilst their mixtures music * sounded, 'Greeing well, yet not agreed That one the other should exceed. A sweet stream here silent glides, Whose clear water no fish hides; Slow it runs, which well bewray'd The pleasant shore the current stay'd. In this stream a rock was planted, Where no art nor nature wanted. Each thing so did other grace, As all places may give place; Only this the place of pleasure, Where is heaped nature's treasure. Here mine eyes with wonder stay'd; Eyes amaz'd, and mind afraid, Ravish'd with what was beheld, From departing were withheld. Musing then with sound advice On this earthly paradise; Sitting by the river-side, Lovely Phillis was descried. Gold her hair, bright her eyne, Like to Phoobus in his shine; White her brow, her face was fair; Amber breath perfum'd the air; Hose and lily both did seek To show their glorieB on her check; Love did nestle in her looks, Baiting there his sharpest hooks. Such a Phillis ne'er was seen, More beautiful than Love's Queen: Doubt it was, whose greater grace, Phillis' beauty, or the place. Her coat was of scarlet red, All in plaits; a mantle spread, Fring'd with gold; a wreath of boughs To check the sun from her brows; In her hand a shepherd's hook, In her face Diana's look. Her sheep grazed on the plains: She had stolen from the swains; • music \ The 4to. "musickti."
Under a cool silent shade,
By the streams, she garlands made:
Thus sat Phillis all alone.
Miss'd she was by Coridon,
Chiefest swnin of all the rest;
Lovely Phillis lik'd him best.
His face was like Phoebus' love;
His neck white as Venus' dove;
A ruddy cheek, fill'd with Bmiles,
Such Love hath when he beguiles;
His locks * brown, his eyes were grey,
Like Titan in a summer-day:
A russet jacket, sleeves red;
A blue bonnet on his head;
A cloak of grey t fene'd the rain;
Thus 'tired was this lovely swain;
A shepherd's hook, his dog tied;
Bag and bottle by his side:
Such was Paris, shepherds say,
When with CEuoue he did play.
From his flock stray'd Coridon,
Spying Phillis all alone;
By the stream he Phillis spied,
Braver than was Flora's pride.
Down the valley 'gan ho track,
Stole behind his true-love's back;
The sun shone, and shadow made,
Phillis rose, and was afraid;
When she saw her lover there,
Smile she did, and left her fear.
Cupid, that disdain doth loath,
With desire strake them both.
The swain did woo; she was nice,
Following fashion, nay'd him twice:
Much ado he kiss'd her then;
Maidens blush when they kiss men;
So did Phillis at that stowre; *
Her face was like the rose-flower.
Last they 'greed, for love would Bo,
Faith and troth, they would no mo; §
For shepherds ever held it sin,
To false the love they lived in.
The swain gave a girdle red;
She set garlands on his head:
Gifts were given; they kiss again;
Both did smile, for both were fain.
Thus was love 'mongst Bhepherds sold
When fancy knew not what was gold:
They woo'd, and vow'd, and that they keep,
And go contented to their sheep.
* locks] Tho4to. "lookea."
t A cloak of prey, &C.J 8eo noto •, p. 158, first col.
J stowre] See note *, p. 290, sec. col.
5 mo] i. e. more.
PHILOMELA, THE LADY FITZWATER'S NIGHTINGALE.
FHILOMELA'S ODE THAT SHE SUNG
PHILOMELAS SECOND ODE.
* virgin] Tho 4to. "virgins."
Had tawny veils; cold had scanted *
For a minute's pleasure gaining,
On women Nature did bestow two eyes,
Like heaven's* bright lamps, in matchless beauty
shining, Whose beams do soonest captivate the wise, And wary heads, made rare by art's refining. But why did Nature, in her choice combining, Plant two fair eyes within a beauteous face, That they might favour two with equal grace? Venus did soothe up Vulcau with one eye, With th'other granted Mars hia wished glee: If she did so who Hymen + did defy, Think love no sin, but grant an eye to me; In vain else Nature gave two stars to thee: If then two eyes may well two friends maintain, Allow of two, and prove not Nature vain.
Both these await upon one simple heart,
And what they choose, it hides up without
change. The emerald will not with his portrait part, Nor will a woman's thoughts delight to range; They hold it bad to have so base exchange: One heart, one friend, though that two eyes do
choose him, No more but one, and heart will never lose
What is love once disgrae'd,
But a wanton thought ill plac'd?
Which doth blemish whom it paineth,
And dishonours whom it deigneth;
Seen in higher powers most,
Though some fools do fondly boast,
That whoso is high of kin
Sanctifies his lover's sin.
Jove could not hide Io's scape,
Nor conceal Calisto's rape:
Both did fault, and both were fram'd
Light of loves, whom lust had shaiu'd.
Let not women trust to men;
They can flatter now and then,
And tell thom many wanton tales,
Which do breed their after-bales.
Sin in kings is sin, we see,
And greater sin 'cause great of gree ; *
Majlis pccealum, this I read,
If he be high that doth the deed.
Mars, for all his deity,
Could not Venus dignify,
But Vulcan trapp'd her, and her blame
Was punish'd with an open shame:
All the gods laugh'd them to scorn
For dubbing Vulcan with the horn.
Whereon may a woman boast,
If her chastity be lost?
Shame await'th upon her face.
Blushing checks and foul disgrace:
Report will blab, this is she
That with her lust wins infamy.
If lusting love be so disgrae'd,
Die before you live unchaste;
For better die with honest fame,
Than lead a wanton life with shame.
THE SECOND PART OF MAMILLIA.
VERSES AGAINST THE GENTLEWOMEN OF SICILIA.
Since lady mild, too base in array, hath liv'd as
an exile, None of account but stout; if plain, stale slut,
not a courtress: Dames now-a-days, no, none, if not new-guiscd in
all points: Fancies fine, saue'd with conceits, quick wits
very wily, Words of a saint, but deeds guess how, feign'd
faith to deceive men; Courtsies coy, no veil,* but a vaunt, trick'd up
like a Tuscan, Pac'd iu print, brave lofty looks, not us'd with
the vestals; In hearts, too, glorious, not a glance but fit for an
empress: Aa minds most valorous, so strange in array,
marry, stately; Up from the waist like a man, new guise to be
cas'd in a doublet, Down to the foot perhaps like a maid, but hos'd
to the kneestead, Some close-breech'd to the crotch for cold, tush,
peace, 'tis a shame, sir! Hairs by birth as black as jet, what! art cau
amend them,— A periwig froune'd fast to the front, or curl'd
with a bodkin; Hats from France, thick-pearl'd for pride and
plum'd like a peacock; Ruffs of a size, stifif-starch'd to the neck, of lawn,
marry, lawless; Gowns of silk, why, those be too bad, side,t wide
with a witness, Small and gent i* the waist, but backs as broad
as a burgess; Needless naughts, as crisps and scarfs, worn a la
Moritco, Fum'd with sweets, as sweet as chaste, no want
Pale-colour'd Phccbo's* borrowing of her light, Aspects of planets oft oppos'd in jarB,
Of Hesper, heuehman to the day and night; Sings now of love, as taught by proof to sing, Women are false, and love a bitter thing.
I lov'd Eurydice, the brightest lass,
In Thessaly so bright none ever was,
False-hearted wife to him that lov'd thee well,
To leave thy love, and choose the prince of hell!
Theseus did help, and I in haste did hie
To Pluto, for the lass I loved so:
I tun'd my harp, and she and I gan go;
Sho slipp'd aside, back to her latest love;
Unkind, she wrong'd her first and truest fere: J Thus women's loves delight, as trial proves
By falso Eurydice I lov'd so dear,
THE SONG OF ARION. Seated upon the crooked dolphin's back,
Scudding amidst the purple-colour'd waves, Gazing aloof for land; Neptune in black,
Attended with the Tritons as his slaves, Threw forth such storms as made tho air thick,! For grief his lady Thetis was so sick.
Such plaints ho throbb'd as made the dolphin stay: [health."
"Women," quoth he, "arc harbours of man's Pleasures for night, and comforts for tho day;
What are fair women but rich nature's wealth! Thetis is such, and more if more may be; Thetis is sick, then what may comfort mo 1
* Phabe'i] The 4to. "Phiubus."
t fond] i. e. foolish, simple.
J frrf] i. o. mate.
§ Threw fortli gu<-h ztormt at made the air thick] Here "air " is a dissyllable: see Walker's Sltaictpeare'e Verification, &c, p. 146.
"Women are sweets that salve men's sourest ills;
Women are saints, their virtues are so rare; Obedient souls that seek to please men's wills;
Such love with faith, such jewels women are: Thetis is such, and more if more may be; Thetis is sick, then what may comfort me ]"
With that he div'd into the coral waves,
His wings were wet with ranging in the rain;
Looking more narrow by the fire's flame,
He piere'd the quick, and I began to start,
A pleasing wound, but that it was too high; His shaft procur'd a sharp, yet sugar'd smart: Away he flew, for why his wings were dry; But left the arrow sticking in my breast, That sore I griev'd I welcom'd such a guest.
SONNET FROM ARIOSTO.
The pleasing sound of household harmony,
Tho huswife's means to mako true melody,
Juno, the queen and mistress of the sky,
When angry Jove did threat her with a frown,
Caus'd Ganymede for nectar fast to hie,
For angry husbands find the soonest ease,
When sweet submission choler doth appease.
The laurel that impales the head with praise,
The pearl that's orient in her silver rays,
No sapphire, gold, green bays, nor margarite,
But due obedience worketh this delight.
The stately state that wise men count their good,
Is not descent from kings and princely blood,
For birth by fortune is abased down,
And perils are compris'd within a crown.
The Bceptre and tho glittering pomp of mace,
The kingly throne, the seat and regal place,
Content is far from such delights as those,
Whom woe and danger do env/ as foes.
The cottage seated in the hollow dale,
The quiet mind that want doth set to Bale,
Want smiles secure when princely thoughts do feel
That fear and danger tread upon their heel.
Bless Fortune thou whose frown hath wrought thy good,
Bid farewell to the crown that ends thy care; The happy Fates thy sorrows have withstood
By 'signing want and poverty thy share: For now Content, fond Fortune to despite, With patience 'lows thee quiet and delight. ,
Proud Icarus did fall, ho soar'd so high;
Lest son revenge the father's injury:
The bitter grief that frets the quiet mind,
Is envy, which in honour seld wo find,
Learn this of me, envy not others' state;
The fruits of envy are env/ and h»te.