"But leave he did his snow-white flocke, To seeke a nymphe as fayre As is the dew be-sprinkled rose, Or brightnes of the ayre. "And first he sought the rivers sweet, In silent murmure did complaine "And as he saw the fishes leape Before him for the flye, Soe did the shephards harte for hope That Phillis should be nye. "But finding that his hopes were vaine, And but as dreames to him; He lean'd upon a tree that grew Fast by the river's brim : "And there he writt his fancye's thought, 'Love is a sweet intice, Gainst whom the wisest witts as yett Have never found devise.' "And thus he left the streames to hide The kisses they did hold, And went awaye, as whoe should saye Love cannot be contrould. "His thoughts were swifter then his feete, Yet they did slowness shunn, But mens desires have wings to flye, Whose leggs can only runne. "Loe, thus drawne on by spedy pace, "Where hee, approching shady groves, "Where as the birds, the pretty birds, "Even double pleased in the place, "When not a bird stir'd in a bush, "Thus wearye with his former toyle, But rested there, as they doe rest "Possest he was with thoughts of love, Were not there shepheards in their love "Blessed he was, but 'twas in thoughts, "Whome length of time and high desires In such a dumpe had cast, As, ravisht with his thoughts, he slept "But as all quiets have their dead, And every slepe his wake; Now here to hope, now there to feare, Now fancye, then forsake: "Soe had this shepheard restles dreames Amyd his tyme or rest, Which forced him to wake for feare, "And though that feare be nothing else But as the fearefull deme, Yet waking, every bush to him A savage beast doth seeme. "Which made him start, as men doe start Whose resolucions breed A quicknes, yet a carelesnes "Which his faint eyes did quickelye fynd Fill'd full with faithfull streams, And soe he layd him by his dogg "And there he rested till the daye, And only said thus much 'My dogg is happyer than my selfe, Whom theis cares cannot touche.'"] ELIZABETH, LADY RUSSEL, Or a family as learned as the Fitz-Alans, was third daughter of sir Anthony Cooke, and sister of the ladies Burleigh and Bacon, whose erudition is sufficiently known. She was married, first to sir Thomas Hobby, embassador from queen Elizabeth at Paris, where he died, 1566; and secondly, to John lord Russel, son of Francis, the second earl of Bedford. She survived both her husbands, and wrote Greek, Latin, and English epitaphs in verse, for them and others of her relations. It is her daughter", by her second husband, whose effigy is foolishly shown in Westminster Abbey as killed by the prick of a needle. Lady Russel translated out of French into English "A Way of Reconciliation of a good and learned Man, touching the true Nature and [In notes, by H. W. to the portraits at Woburn Abbey, this lady is said to have been the sister-in-law of lady Russel, and that her pointing to a death's head gave rise to the vulgar notion of her having bled to death by pricking her finger.] |