"Looke as a well-growne stately headed bucke, But lately by the woodman's arrow strucke, Runs gadding o're the lawnes, or nimbly strayes Among the combrous brakes a thousand wayes, Now through the high-wood scowrs, then by the brooks, On every hill side, and each vale he lookes, [night, That with no winde he mov'd but streight she stirs, Of inward help, thy sorrow had not brought thee more.. "A woody hill there stood, at whose low feet Two goodly streames in one broad channell meet, Whose fretfull waves, beating against the hill, Did all the bottome with soft mutt'rings fill. Here in a nooke made by another mount, "Into this cave the god of shepheards went, "Now wanders Pan the arched groves and bils, Of whom he might inquire; this to the loade 10 Hamadriades. That since the Fates had tane the jem away, By relicke, vision, buriall, or birth, Out of the maiden's bed of endlesse rest, Covering so rare a piece, that all the gold Showes them a tree new growne, so fairely drest Or dyamond earth can yeeld, for value, ne're With spreading armes and curled top, that Jove Shall match the treasure which was hidden there! Ne're braver saw in bis Dodonian grove. “ A hunting nymph, awakened with his mone, The hart-like leaves oft each with other pyle, (That in a bowre neere-hand lay all alone, As doe the bard scales of the crocodyle ; Twyning her small armes round her slender waste, And none on all the tree was seene but bore, That by no others us'd to be imbrac'd) Written thereon in rich and purest ore, Got up, and knowing what the day before The name of Pan; whose lustre farre beyond Was guiltje of, she addes not to his store, Sparkld, as by a torch the dyamond. As many simply doe, whose friends, so crost, Or those bright spangles which, fayre goddesse, doe They more afflict by showing what is lost : Shine in the hayre of these which follow you. But bid him follow her. He, as she leadles, The shepheards, by direction of great Pan, Urgeth her hast. So a kinde mother treads, Search'd for the roote, and finding it began Earnest, distracted, where, with blood defil'de, In her true heart, bids them againe inclose She heares Iyes dead her deere and onely childe. What now his eyes for ever, ever lose. (more Mistrust now wing'd his feet, then raging ire, Now in the self-same spheare his thoughts must * For speede comes ever lamely to desire.' With him is that did the shady plane tree love. • Delayes, the stones that waiting suiters grinde, Yet though no issue from her loynes shall be By whom at court the poor man's cause is sign'd, To draw froin Pan a noble peddigree, Who, to dispatch a suite, will not deferre And Pan shall not, as other gods have done, To take Death for a joynt commissioner. Glory in deedes of an heroicke sonne, Delay, the wooer's bane, revenge's hate, Nor have his name in countryes ncere and farre The plague to creditor's decaid estate ; Proclaim'd, as by his childe the Thunderer; The test of patience, of our hopes the racke, If Phæbus on this tree spread warming rayes, That drawes them forth so long until they cracke ; And northerne blasts kill not her tender sprayes, Vertue's best benefactor in our times, His love shall make him famous in repute, Ole that is set to punish great men's crimes, And still increase his name, yet beare no fruite. Sh: that hath hindred mighty Pan awhile, “ To make this sure, (the god of shepbeards last, No v steps aside : and as o're-flowing Nyle, When other ceremonies were o're-past) Hid from Clymene's sonne " his reeking head, And to performe what he before had vor'd So from his rage all opposition filed ; To dire revenge, thus spake unto the crowd: Giving him way, to reach the timelesse toombe “ • What I have lost, kinde shepheards, all you Of Nature's glory, for whose ruthlesse dvome And to recount it were to dwell in woe; [know, (When all the Graces did for mercy pleade, To show my passion in a funerall song, And Youth and Goodnesse both did intercede) And with my sorrow draw your sighes along, The sonnes of l'arth (if living) had beene driven Words, then, well plac'd, might challenge some, To heape-on bils, and warre anew with Heaven. what due, The shepheards, which he mist upon the downes, And not the cause alone, winne teares from you. Here mectes he with: for from the neighb'ring This to prevent, I set orations by, Maidens and men resorted to the grave (townes . For passion seldome loves formalitie.' To see a wonder more than time e're gave. What profits it a prisoner at the barre, “The holy priests had told them, long agone, 'To have his judgement spoken regular? Amongst the learned shepheards there was one Or in the prison heare it often read, So given to pietie, and did adore When he at first knew what was forfeited ? So much the name of Pan, that, when no more Our griefes in others' teares, like plate in water, He breath'd, those that to ope his heart began, Seeme more in quantitie. To be relator Found written there with gold the name of Pan. Of my mishaps, speakes witnesse, and that I Which unbeleeving man, that is not mor'd Have in myselfe no powre of remedy. To credit aught, if not by reason pror'd, "Once (yet that oncc too often) heretofore And tyes the over-working powre to doe The silver Lndon on his sandy shore Nought otherwise than Nature reacheth to, Heard my complaints, and those coole groves that Held as most fabulous : not july seeing Shading the brest of lovely Arcady, [be The hand by whom we live, and all have being, Witnesse, the teares which I for Syrinx spent. No worke for admirable doth intend, Syrinx the faire! from whom the instrument Which reason hath the powre to comprehend ; That fils your feasts with joy, (which, when I blow, And faith no merit hath from Hearen lent, Drawes to the sagging dug milke white as snow) Where humane reason yeelds experiment." Had his beginning. This encugh had beene Till now they durst not trust the legend old, To show the Fates' (my deemed sisters '') teene. Esteeming all not true their elders tolde ; Here had they staid, this adage had beene none, And had not this last accident made good • That our disasters never come alone.' The former, most in unbeliefe had stood. (wonder, What boot is it, though I am said to be “But Fame, that spread the bruite of such a The worthy sonne of Mercury ? Bringing the swaines of places far asander That I, with gentle nymphes in forrests high, To this selected plot, (now famous more Kist out the sweet time of my infancie ? Than any grove, mount, plaine, had beene before, 12 Xerxes. !! Phaeton. " Pronapis, in suo Protocosmo, 11 And when more yeares had marle me able growne, Needlesse of help! and may this isle alone Was tbro' the mountaines for their leader knowne? | Furnish all other lands, and this land none !' That high-brow'd Mänalus, where I was bred, “ Excuse me, Thetis," quoth the aged man, And stony hils, not few, have honoured “ If passion drew me from the words of Pan! Me as protector, by the hands of swaines, Which thus I follow : ‘You whose flockes,' quoth Whose streepe retyre there from the open plaines ? * By my protection, quit your industry, [he, That I in shepheards' cups (refecting gold "") For all the good I have and yet may give Of milke and hony, measures eight times told; To such as on the plaines hereafter live, Hare offred to me; and the ruddy wine, I doe intreat what is not hard to grant, Fresh and new pressed from the bleeding vine? That not a band rend from this holy plant That gleesoine hunters, pleased with their sport, The smallest branch ; and who so cutteth this, With sacrifices due have thank'd me fort? Dye for the offence; to me so haynous 'tis. That patient anglers, standing all the day And by the foods infernall here I sweare, Neere to some shallow stickle or deepe bay ; (An oath whose breach the greatest gods forbeare) And fishermen, whose nets have drawne to land Ere Phæbe thrice twelve times shall fill her hornes, A shoale so great, it well-nye hides the sand, No furzy tuft, thicke wood, nor brake of thornes, For such successe, some promontorie's head, Shall harbour wolfe, nor in this isle shall breed, Thrust at by waves, hath knowne me worshipped? Nor lite one of that kinde: if what's decreed But to increase my griefe, what profits this? You keepe inviolate.' "To this they swore ; * Since still the losse is as the looser is.' And since those beasts have frighted us no more. “The many-kernell-bearing pyne of late, • ] Bat, swaine,” (quoth Thetis) “what is this you From all trees else, to me was consecrate; To what you feare shall fall on Philocel?” (tell, But now behold a roote more worth my love, “Faire queene, attend ; but oh! I feare,” quoth Equall to that which, in an obscure grove, “ Ere I have ended mỳ sad history, (he, Infernall Juno proper takes to her: Unstaying Time may bring on his last houre, Whose's golden slip the Trojan wanderer And so defraud us of thy wished powre. (By sage Cumæan Sybil taught) did bring Yond goes a shepheard, give me leate to run, (By Fates decreed) to be the warranting And know the time of execution ; Of his free passage, and a safe repayre Mine aged limbes I can a little straite, Through darke Averuus to the upper ayre And quickly come (to end the rest) againe, PRITANNIA'S PASTORAIS. THE FIFTH soxa. sheepe THE ARGUMENT. Within this song my Muse doth tell Thr worthy fact of Philocel, The other gives you of her choicest spice. And how his love and he, in thrall, “* And well she may; but we, unwise, the while, To death depriv'd of funerall, Lessen the glory of our fruitfull isle : The qucene of waves doth gladly save; And frces Marina from the cave. So soone as can a martin from our towne Fly to the river underneath the downe, Such expert men are spent for such bad fares And backe returne with morter in her bill, As might have made us lords of what is thei.s. Some little cranny in her nest to fill, Stay, stay at home, ye nobler spirits, and prise The shepheard came; and thus began anev: Your lives more high than such base trumperies ! “ Two houres, alas ! onely two houres are due Forbeare to fitch; and they'le goe neerc to sue, From time to him, 'tis sentenc'd so of those That here on Earth as destinies dispose The lives and deaths of men ; and, that time past, With poysuous weeds, roots, gums, and seeds un He yeelds bis judgement leave, and breathes his last. knowne; That they would hire such weeders as you be “ But to the cause. Great goddesse, understand, To force their land froin such fertilitie. In Mona isle, thrust from the British land, Their spices bot their natute best indures, As (since it needed sought of others' store) But 'twill impa yre and much distemper yours. It would intyre be, and a part no more, What our owne soyle affords befits us best; There liv'd a maid so faire, that for her sake, Since she was borne, the isle had never snake, To hazard such admired symmetrie, So many beauties so commixt in one, 15 Virgil's Æneis, b. vi. That all delight were dead if she were gone, Shepheards that in her cleare eyes did delight, The roses on her checkes, such, as each turne Did youth's kinde heate inflame me, (but the snow Whatever learned bards to fore have sung, "For as a labourer toyling at a bay To force some cleere streame from his wonted way, Sce Ovid's Metam. b. iii. Palaphatus de incredibilibus historiis. p. 9. Edit. du Gard. And when all's done, still feares, least some great Might bring a flood and throw all downe againe : "But Philocel's, alas! and Cœlia's too, Who most afflicts those that most goods deserve. "Twice had the glorious Sun run thro' the signes, Since our swaine lov'd: and twice had Phoebus bin Ere he of Calia's heart possession wonne, "But where's the fortresse that can Love debarre? [be "In lovely May, when Titan's golden rayes Meeting the May-pole at the breake of day, 2 Virgil's Æneis, b. ii. "Yet that their happy voyage might not be Without tyme's shortner, heav'n-taught melodie, (Musicke, that lent feet to the stable woods, And in their currents turn'd the mightie floods, Sorrowe's sweet nurse, yet keeping joy alive, Sad discontent's most welcome corrasive, The soule of art, best lor'd when love is by, The kinde inspirer of sweet poesie, Least thou should'st wanting be, when swans would faine Have sung one song, and never sung againe) "NEVERMORE let holy Dee Kings row'd upon his wave. "Swell, then, gently swell, ye floods, : A fayrer prize was seene at sea. "See the salmons leape and bound, "Blow, but gently blow, fayre winde, Till we have ferry'd o're : So maist thou still have leave to blow, "Floods, and nymphes, and windes, and alt That see us both together, Into a disputation fall; And then resolve me, whether The greatest kindnesse each can show [ther, "Betweene two rockes, (immortall, without mo- Had unkinde Nature given them more than one; 'The western wind. And supposed (with the stars) the birth of Aurora by Astræus, as Apollodorus: Ηους δὲ καὶ ̓Αστραίον ἄνεμοι καὶ ἀςτρα. "Thus as a merry milke-maid, neate and fine, |