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I. 
 
 DAIPHANTVS, 
 
 OR 
 
 The Paffions of Love, etc. 
 (1604.) 
 
 By ANTHONY SCOLOKER, Gentleman. 
 
 II. 
 
 DOLARNYS PRIMEROSE, 
 
 ETC. 
 (1606.) 
 
 By JOHN RAYNOLDS. 
 
 EDITED, V/ITH INTRODUCTION AND NOTES AND ILLUSTEATIONS, 
 
 BY THE 
 
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INTRODUCTION. 
 
 I. Anthony Scoloker. 
 
 IN the reign of Edward VI. (1547 onward) a Printer and 
 Translator named ANTHONY ScOLOKER is familiar 
 to Bibliophiles. His books — mostly tiny — are of the ex- 
 tremest rarity and consequent costliness. Neither the 
 British Museum nor the Bodleian can boast of exemplars 
 of very many of them. In the former I have read these 
 two : 
 
 dyfputacion betwene a Chri- 
 
 ften Shoemaker, and a Popyihe Par- 
 fon with two other Perfones more, 
 done within the famous Citie 
 of Norembourgh. 
 
 Tranflated out of y'= Germayne 
 
 tongue into Englyfhe. By 
 
 Anthony Scoloker. 
 
 Imprynted at London 
 
 by Anthony Scoloker. And 
 
 Wyllyam Seres. 
 
 Dwellynge 
 
 wythout 
 
 Alderf- 
 
 gate. 
 
 Anno. 1548. 
 
 IT Cum Gratia et Priuelegio Impri- 
 mendum folura. 
 
 (48 small leaves — B. M. 3932, c.) 
 
vi Introduction. 
 
 ble collection of diuers and fo- 
 
 dry places of the facred fcriptures 
 
 which make to the declaratyon of 
 
 the Lordes Prayer, Comenly 
 
 called the Pater 
 
 nofter. 
 
 Gathered by the famous Gierke Mailer 
 
 Peter viret Frenchman. 
 
 And tranflated oute of Frenche into In- 
 
 glyihe, by Anthony Scoloker. The 
 
 viij. Daye of June. Anno 
 
 1548. 
 
 IMPRINTED 
 
 at London by Anthony Scoloker 
 
 Dwelling wythout Alderfgate 
 
 And Wyllya Seres Dvvel- 
 
 lyng In the Elye- 
 
 rentes in hul- 
 
 borne. 
 
 Tl Cum Gratia et priuilegio ad Imprtmendo 
 folum, Per Septennium. 
 
 (32 leaves — woodcuts.) 
 
 In the latter, there is a copy of the following : " The prayse 
 and commendacion of suche as sought commonwelthes : 
 and to the c5trary, the ende and discommendacion of 
 such as sought priuate welthes. Gathered both out of 
 the Scripture and Phylosophers. Prov. xiij. 7. Imprinted 
 at London. Dwelling in the Saveyrets wythout Temple 
 barre. Cum priuilegio solum" (n.d.). Dibdin's Ames, 
 s.n., records these : (a) A Right Goodly rule how all 
 Faythfull Christyans ought to occupye and exercyse 
 themselues in their dayly prayers. Luke xxii. Math. vi. 
 Christ teacheth vs in his Gospell, saying, Pray that ye 
 fall not into temptation. With cuts. Imprinted by 
 
IntrodMction. vii 
 
 Anthony Scoloker. Dwelling in S' Botolphs paryshe. 
 1548. (p) The Right institucion of baptisme sett forth 
 by the Reverend Father in Christ Herman Archebisshop 
 of Coleyne. Whereunto is also annexed a godly treatyse 
 of Matrimonie, compyled by the famous Gierke and 
 faithfull Evangelist Wolfgangus Musculus, no lesse frutefuU 
 the necessary for all godly ministers of christes church, 
 translated by the vnprofitable seruant of Christ Richard 
 Ryce. IT S. Mark. IT Suffer the infantes to come vnto me, 
 and forbidde them not, for vnto such the kyngdome of God 
 is due. Imprinted by Anthony Scoloker. Dwelling in S. 
 Botolphs Parish wythout Aldersgate {n.d). {c) The Olde 
 Fayth of greate Brittayne and the newe learnynge of Ing- 
 lande {n.d). (d) The Ordenarye for all faythfuU Christians 
 to lead a vertuous and godly lyfe here in this vale of miserie. 
 Translated out of Dutch into Ingylsh by Anthony Scoloker 
 (n.d.). (e) Pyers Plowmans Exortation (ji.d.). Watt (s.n.) 
 gives these, {/) A certaine and sure Declaration that the 
 World is at an ende, &c. Of the last day of ludgement, or 
 day of dome, and howe it shal come to passe. Translated 
 out of the Germaine tongue. Ipswich 1547 (i6mo). (g) 
 Certaine Preceptes out of Zwingilius. Ipswich 1548 (i6mo). 
 (/i) Sermons by Luther, Ochine, &c. 1548. It were not 
 difficult to extend these lists from other Bibliographers and 
 Arber's Stationers' Hall Register, and the like. It will be 
 noticed that in the first- two books whose title-pages are 
 given, he is associated with William Seres. The " Disputa- 
 cion betweene a Christen Shomaker and a Popyfhe Parfon" 
 is racy and even sparkling with humour. It is proof 
 that the translator (Scoloker himself) had command of ex- 
 cellent idiomatic English. Unfortunately none of the au- 
 thorities from whom we might reasonably expect informa- 
 tion on the early English Printer and Translator gives us 
 one iota. Neither have I been able at Ipswich to obtain 
 one gleam of light upon him save this, that the imprint 
 of A ryght notable Sermon by Luther in 1 548 runs, " Im- 
 
viii Introduction. 
 
 printed at Ippeswich by Anthony Scoloker dwellynge 
 in S. Nycholas Paryshe." One thing lies on the surface, 
 that he was a Protestant, and in thorough sympathy with 
 the 'evangelical' teaching of the Reformers as distinguished 
 from the superstitions and credulities of an effete Roman- 
 ism. 
 
 I have gone back on this ancient Worthy because the 
 probabilities ate that our Anthony Scoloker was of his kin. 
 Both Christian and surname being alike could scarcely be 
 accidental or independent. But at present we can only 
 surmise. I shall continue my researches, and in my intended 
 supplementary part of Notes and Illustrations to the entire 
 series of these Occasional Issues, it is my hope to be able 
 to add something biographical. 
 
 Turning now from the man to his (apparently) one sur- 
 viving book — herewith reproduced — there are two things 
 in Daiphantvs that warrant us in claiming special attention 
 to it from all lovers and students of our early poetical 
 literature. The first is the Shakespereana in it ; the 
 second, that the ' Passionate Mans Pilgrimage ' at its close, 
 was the first publication of this pathetic poem of Sir Walter 
 Raleigh. I would, in the outset, notice these two things : 
 
 r. Shakespereana. In the facetious and quaint Epistle- 
 dedicatory — by much, the best English of the whole book 
 — there is (p. 3, 1. 6 from bottom) this pleasant naming of 
 Shakespeare — " to come home to the vulgars Element, like 
 Friendly Shake-fpeares Tragedies, where the Commedian 
 rides, when the Tragedian ftands on Tip-toe." That word 
 ' Friendly ' is suggestive of personal knowledge and even con- 
 descending interest in the Writer. Again : The little para- 
 graph continues, " Faith it ftiould pleafe all, like Prince Hamlet. 
 But in fadneffe, then it were to be feared he would runne mad : 
 Infooth I will not be moone-ficke, to pleafe : nor out of my 
 wits though I difpleafed all." Further : There is an elabo- 
 rated delineation of the Lover-lunatic or lunatic-Lover, 
 
Introduction. ix 
 
 wherein Hamlet and Tasso (then dead ' mad,' only recently, 
 1 595) are introduced. Let the reader turn to p. 35, st. 2, "At 
 length he grew," &c., and go forward to close of p. 38. In 
 my judgment, the whole substance and suggestion of this 
 extremely noticeable passage — whereof mere snips have 
 been taken (two stanzas) by Douce, Furness, Ingleby, and 
 others — make it clear that the impression made on Scoloker 
 and the 'vulgar,' or people generally, was, (i) That Hamlet 
 went mad, (2) That his madness was rooted in broodings 
 over his ' revenge.' Then (3) The appearance of ' Prince 
 Hamlet ' (p. 36, st. 3, 11. 5-6) seems decisive, that Burbage, 
 the great actor, dressed for the part as a mad-man. This 
 he never would have ventured to do without Shakespeare's 
 sanction ; and so (ineo judicid) the thing determines itself, 
 whatever be our theory of Hamlet's insanity, real and 
 assumed. Shakespeare-students will find it rewarding to 
 think-out the present vivid portraiture of the lover-lunatic 
 in its completeness. 
 
 These notelets on the passage may find a place here : 
 
 Page 35, St. 3,1. S, '//' = itself. 
 
 ,, 36, st I, 1. 2, 'Siege of Breji' = hy Henry IV. (held by Spain) in 1594; 
 
 ib., St. 2, 1. 6, ' than' = tiien ; ib., st. 3, II. I-2, Query — Is it 
 
 a consequence of Hamlet's player's speech ? ib. , 1. 3 = proves 
 
 that their Poets, even their best-poets, are bavifds ; ib., 11. 5-6 
 
 — a noteworthy record of how ' Prince Hamlet ' was then in 
 certain scenes acted, as thus annotated by Miss L. Toulmin 
 Smith in the new edition of Dr. Ingleby's Centurie of Prayfe 
 (1879) — "The last two lines give a curious glimpse of how 
 Hamlet appeared on the stage in Shakespeare's day ; the writer 
 probably means that he wore nothing over his shirt, or, as we 
 should say, appeared " in his shirt sleeves " (p. 64); ib., 1. 6, 'lie 
 haue reuenge, or harrow vp »iy/ w/// ' = tear to pieces, destroy 
 
 — another Hamlet word, e.g., "It harrows me with fear and 
 wonder" (i, l), and "lightest word would harrow up my soul" 
 (i, 5)' Cf Coriolanus (v, 3) 'harrow Italy'. 
 
 ,, 37, St. 4, 1. 6, 'rent' — we should rather say 'rend,' rent being used as 
 active, and in present imperative. 
 
 Once more : at p. ii, st. 4, 1. 3, we have a reminiscence of 
 Romeo and Juliet (i, 5) " Or, a faire lewell by an Ethiope 
 worne," which is only a slight variation on " a rich jewel in 
 
 B 
 
X Introduction. 
 
 an Ethiop's ear." Similarly — at p. 29, st. 4, 1. i, 'Oh, I 
 would weare her, in my hearts heart-gore,' sends us to 
 Hamlet (iii, 2) — where in 1604, quarto, as in the folio of 
 1623, we read : 
 
 ' and I will weare him 
 In my harts core, I in my hart of hart. ' 
 
 Of course 'gore' is a misprint in Daiphantvs for 'core.' Mr. 
 J. O. Halliwell-Phillipps, in his recently-issued Memoranda 
 on the Tragedy of Hamlet — for a gift-copy of which I am 
 grateful — observes, "the corresponding passage in Shake- 
 speare being found in the edition of 1604, not in that of 
 1603" (p. 54). Daiphantvs was published in 1604. It does 
 not appear in the Stationers' Register. It is to be recalled, 
 that at p. 4, 1. 25, 'if he haue caught up half a Line of others' 
 prepares us for finding just such Shakespeare reminiscences 
 as the foregoing in it. Elsewhere, words common to Shake- 
 speare and contemporaries occur, eg., ' render,' as = afford, 
 grant, in p. 15, 1. 9. See Schmidt, s.v.: 'Mappe of sorrow,' 
 p. 39, 1. 2 =' map of woe ' of Titus Andronicus (iii, 2). It is 
 impossible, with present lights, to say what distinction was 
 meant by the single as against the double commas, as on p. 
 1 5. It is quite certain that neither served as quotation marks. 
 
 2. Passionate Man's Pilgrimage. In the Ven. Arch- 
 deacon Hannah's Courtly Poets from Raleigh to Montrose 
 (1870), this poem is headed by him "Sir Walter Raleigh's 
 Pilgrimage, circ. 1603".? In relative foot-note he further 
 informs us — "In MS., Ashm. 38, No. 70, it is entitled, 'Verses 
 made by S"^ Walter Raleigh the night before he was be- 
 headed '; a date probably taken by inference from the clos- 
 ing lines. In a MS. belonging to the late Mr. [William] 
 Pickering, the title is the same as is here given from the old 
 editions of Raleigh's ' Remaines.' There are many other 
 early copies ; in the last of which the two concluding lines 
 are omitted" (p. 27).* The Archdeacon was unaware at the 
 
 * This couplet runs : 
 
 " Of death and judgment, heaven and hell, 
 Who oft doth think, must needs die well. " 
 
Introduction. xi 
 
 time that the poem had been printed so early as 1604 along 
 with Daiphantvs. The fact that it did so appear gives us 
 the tantalizing information that Anthony Scoloker must 
 have been so intimate with the illustrious Raleigh as to 
 have obtained this poem from him for publication, which 
 — added to the other that he could speak of 'Friendly 
 Shakespeare' — makes us yearn for more knowledge of him. 
 The publication, in 1604, of the poem demolishes the Ash- 
 molean 3/1^ S. inscription. But as Archdeacon Hannah writes 
 me — " He was found guilty in 1603 by the jury ; he v/as 
 sentenced to death by the Chief Justice ; and his reference 
 to his probably impending death was therefore more than 
 rhetorical." The poem is doubtless accurately dated 1603. 
 The hastiest Reader discerns the infinite superiority of the 
 Paffiotiate Mans Pilgrimage to Daiphantvs at its best, so 
 that, though the title-page is ambiguous, it can scarcely be 
 doubted that to Raleigh, not to Scoloker, it belongs. It is 
 easily to be understood, that the great Prisoner would not 
 care to have his name appear as author of the poem. The 
 various readings between the text in Daiphantvs and that in 
 Courtly Poets are not important. A few may be recorded : 
 p. 49, 1. 9, ' a white [= pallid] Palmer ' is preferable to ' quiet 
 palmer,' and perhaps ' Trauels to ' to ' Trauelleth towards ' 
 (1. 10), and 'And drinke my eternall fill ' to 'And drink mine 
 everlasting fill.' Certainly (p. 50, 1. i) 'And' is better than 
 ' Then,' and ' That haue fliooke off their gownes of clay ' to 
 ' That haue cast off their rags of clay.' The pathetic por- 
 trait of Sir John Eliot, taken a few days before his death, 
 shows the kind of ' gown ' State-prisoners wore. In 1. 4, for 
 our 'goe' the other reads 'walk,' and 1. 5, for our 'bring' is 
 'take,' and for 'flake' is 'quench,' and 1. ^ reads 'And taste 
 of nectar suckets.' In 1. 13, for our 'holy' the other reads 
 ' blessed.' Other variations make the lines less rythmical. 
 The allusions (p. 50, 1. 22) to the ' King's atturney,' and the 
 hne 'blood must be my body's balmer' — which contains a 
 double allusion to his mode of (expected) death — are of those 
 
xii Introduction. 
 
 self-authenticating touches that are valuable. I would add 
 Archdeacon Hannah's note (pp. 221-2) "We may perhaps 
 account for the more strange and startling metaphors in this 
 striking poem, by dating it during Raleigh's interval of sus- 
 pense in 1603, after his condemnation and before his reprieve, 
 when the smart of Coke's coarse cross-examination had not 
 passed away." The pubhcation, in 1604, of the poem with 
 Daiphantvs — which I am not aware any of our literary 
 authorities have ever noted up till now — confirms his 
 approximate date of 1603. Its inadequate heading in our 
 text, " supposed to be written by one at the point of death,' 
 disguises the fact that Raleigh wrote it when he ' supposed ' 
 he was in the shadow of death by the headsman's axe. 
 
 Returning now upon Daiphantvs there are a few points 
 that seem to call for notice, and which I would notice 
 successively : 
 
 Page 4, 11. 3-4, ' I haue/nufl vp from diuim Tabacco ' — evidently the Poet had 
 no fear of King James before his eyes; 1. 28, 'Ais'= is with 
 the unhappy ' h ' prefixed. In our Notes and Illustrations, in 
 loco, promise is made of examples of ' it,' in Scotland pro- 
 nounced ' hit ' — the only ' h ' wrongly prefixed by Scotchmen, 
 unless 'huz' for 'us' be another (less frequent one). In Dr. 
 t/^acAanzXA's David Elginbrod, this just opens to me — "But 
 perhaps we may look too far for meanings sometimes," suggested 
 Sutherland. " Maybe, maybe ; but when a body has a sus- 
 peecion 0' a trowth, he sud never lat sit till he's gotten eyther 
 hit, or an assurance that there's nothing there" (c. iv.). So 
 frequenter in his Malcom, Marquis of Lossie, Alec. Forbes of 
 Howglen, Robert Falconer, Sec, &c.; 1. 30, ' iAe Authour is 
 dead or'' intentionally ambiguous. 
 
 ,, 6, 1. 2, ' imparadized' — a vivid word that became popular on to Milton 
 and later. 
 
 ,, 7. Proem, 1. 5, ' l fmg the Courts, Cyties, and the Countreyfafliions.' 
 He is rather fond of this variation 01 licence of the regular 
 iambic, and also of an extra syllable at the end of the line. 
 IHd, 1. 19, "Sweete 3/emoriel,] .... life [,] ««zw' — query = 
 new life [s], i. e. = the increase of new life — ' increasing ' being 
 used 2& frequenter for rhyme's sake. 
 
 „ 8, 1. 5, 'My Poem's truth, fond Poets,' &c. To give sense here, we must 
 remember that 's = is (not the mark of genitive), and that fond 
 = foolish ; 1. 6, irrelevant, and merely to fill up the metre. 
 
Introduction. xiii 
 
 Page 9, 1. 7, 'feature ' = making. Clearly then a stock comparison. See 
 Shakespeare's Midsummer Night's Dream and Chester's Love's 
 Martyr, &c., &c. Ibid, 1. 1 8 — apparently means 'he courted 
 all but did not love.' If we take it that [he was] not lov'd, it 
 is inconsistant with 1. 5 of next stanza. 
 
 „ 10, 1. 21, ' She's _ clouded'' — would give better sense if we read 'he,' the 
 comparison being between the sun and her throughout. When 
 both are out then there are two suns. Cf. also I. 5, as to who 
 was sometimes 'clouded.' 
 
 ,, II, 1. I, punctuate humble [,] or Nature [,]. 
 
 >> I3> 1- S- This re-enumeration was a fashion of the time, and is several 
 times indulged in by our Author ; 1. 1 1, ' Faires ' = fairies. 
 
 ,, 14, 1. 12, ' Embryon,'' i.e., the embryon — used incorrectly for womb or 
 birth-place — of his tears is his heart; 1. 12, 'too too' — as 
 frequenter in Shakespeare and later ; ibid, 11. 21-22, obscure. 
 
 ,, 15, 1. 6 = love not (being) cured turns to madness — but irrelevant and 
 obscure. 
 
 „ 16, 1. 12, ' burne . . . . frieze' =^1^ [shall] burne, frieze, &c.; 1. 13 — 
 ' lejl ' is a verb and ought to have been printed ' left. ' 
 
 „ 17, L 3 — 'two or three' — here 'three' — there being only 'two' — is 
 clearly introduced to make up the rhyme. 
 
 ,, 18, 1. 18, 'glide' — used, r.g. — glidde, is = bright or shining. 
 
 ,, 19, 1. 21, '5'z«V«'= quited. The word ending in the consonant t the d 
 coalesces. Many instances of this occur in Shakespeare, as 
 ' quit ' in Tern f est for ' quitted. ' So in next line " spight ' is for 
 ' spighted ' = spited. 
 
 ,, 20, 11. 5-6 — scan badly, and so elsewhere. 
 
 ,, 22, 1. I — delete [,] after 'liarme.' 
 
 ,, 23, 1. 14, 'His Verses cea^d her,' or rather 'she seized them'; 1. 17, 
 ' Mottoes ' — odduseof the word. 
 
 ,, 24, I. 4, 'and' — query in fleep? 
 
 „ 25, 11. 19-24. See my edition of Nicholas Breton for kindred 'sweet 
 singing ' with serai-refrain. 
 
 ,, 26,1. 14, ' Art and Nature flroue' — recalls the lines under Shakespeare's 
 portrait. 
 
 )) 33> '• 6 — what connection with preceding ? 1. 22, ' incomber' — a vicious 
 and unusual use of the word. It was chosen to rhyme to 
 'slumber,' and as seeming to give sense. The numerals in 
 this stanza are for the reader to see not to pronounce. They 
 are = asterisk, &c. , that refer to lines and names, I, 2, 3, 4. 
 So page 44. 
 
 ,, 36, 1. I — either 'Beare' or 'Beares' — better former; I. 3, ' againfl the 
 heare ' = hair = contrary (to what they ought). 
 
 „ 39, 1. 23, 'writ' — query, 'read'? 
 
 ,, 42, 1. 4 = 'not [been] afeard.' 
 
 ,, 44, I. 10, 'fuftaind' = 'hAA up [by her]. 
 
 ,, 47, 1. 2, 'high'='h:\g\\<i.. 
 
xiv Introduction. 
 
 I do not claim anything like genius for Anthony Scoloker 
 as the poet of Daiphantvs ; but apart from those details 
 that must ever impart to it rare interest, there are occasional 
 bits that shew a certain fine touch. Glancing over it one 
 notes this verse-portrait : 
 
 " His face was faire, full comely was his feature, 
 Lip't like the Cherrie, with a Wantons eye : 
 A Mars in anger, yet a Venus Creature, 
 Made part of Cynihict, moft of Mercuric : 
 A pittied foule, fo made of Zone and hate, 
 Though fliU belou'd, in Lme vnfortunate. " 
 
 Companion to this is p. 1 1, st. 2 : 
 
 " Her beautie pearleffe, pearleffe is her minde, 
 Her body matchleffe, matchleffe are her thoughts : 
 Her felfe but one, but one like her we finde. 
 Her wealth's her vertue : (fuch vertue is not bought) 
 
 , This is a heauen on earth, makes her diuine ; 
 
 , This is the Sunne, obfcures where it doth fliin[e]." 
 
 So too St. 4 on same page : 
 
 " As a blacke vaile vpon the wings of morne, 
 Brings forth a day as cleere as Venus face, 
 Or, a faire lewell by an Ethiope worne, 
 Inricheth much the eye, which it doth grace, 
 
 Such is her beautie, if it well be told, 
 
 Plac'ft in a lettie Chariot fet with gold." 
 
 This recalls Sidney's Stella in her radiant and dazzling 
 and unique beauty. There are, sometimes, well-put single 
 lines, e.g., " A fained Loue, must find a fained pitty," and 
 " Whofe once a villaine, still is counted foule" (p. 15). So 
 throughout. There is all too often merest ' padding,' and 
 as often obscure irrelevancies and inartistic words ; but 
 after every deduction Daiphantvs is a poem that deserves 
 our revival of it, all the more that the few copies (30) printed 
 for the ' Roxburghe Club,' in 18 18, by Sir Roger Wilbraham, 
 are not to be had at any price, whilst our text by recurrence 
 to the original in the Bodleian (accounted unique) is purer. 
 It must be added that the Daiphantvs of our Author had 
 no relation to the Theban of the name who was slain at the 
 battle of Mantineia, B.C. 362, so pathetically associated with 
 Epaminondas. 
 
Introduction. xv 
 
 II. John Raynolds. 
 In the British Museum catalogue under John Reynolds, 
 there is added " Merchant at Exeter," while in Mr. W. C. 
 Hazlitt's Handbook to the Popular, Poetical and Dramatic 
 Literature of Great Britain, from the Invention of Printing 
 to the Restoration (1867), he is described as " of the Mint in 
 the Tower." Confirmatory of the former is a statement in 
 the dedication of a first portion of his largest work, The 
 Triumph of God's Revenge against Murther, to Buckingham, 
 that it had been "sent from beyond seas" to the Printer — 
 thereby suggesting that he may have belonged to a some- 
 what numerous class of Englishmen at the period, known as 
 " Merchant-z.Ay&ci\Mxt.xsy I have come on nothing con- 
 necting him with the 'Mint,' or rather I am not satisfied 
 that the little volume of Tables of Gold and Silver Coins 
 (165 i) is by him, as I feel all but certain that the Epigram- 
 mata. Auctora loanne Reinuldo in LL. Baccalaureo Novi 
 Collegii Socio (161 1), was by another of the same name. 
 There are manifold indications in his known books, that he 
 had received no academic training — spite of the motto from 
 Seneca and a familiar proverbial saying in title-page — albeit 
 he must have picked up a certain amount of knowledge of 
 living languages in, probably, his voyaging ' beyond seas.' 
 In 1622, the same year that he published the first portion 
 of his Triumph of God's Revenge against Murther, he had 
 issued a translation of Refuges' Treatise of the Court (Lon- 
 don 1622). He thus refers to it in his epistle-dedicatory to 
 Charles I. of the completed edition of God's Revenge in 
 1635: "I am the rather emboldened to this Confidence, 
 because I have formerly adventured the like, when to your 
 Princely View, being then the Second Hope of this King- 
 dome, I (about eleven years since) presented a Translation 
 of a Worke of Monsieur de Refuges, intituled A Treatise 
 of the Court ; the Gratious and Undeserued Acceptance 
 whereof, if it hath inspired me with farther Courage, to pre- 
 sent you (now advanced to a greater State) with a greater 
 
xvi Introduction. 
 
 treatise of mine owne Labour, your Majestie will not (I 
 hope) condemne me of groundlesse Presumption." One 
 other book by him is of importance and interest in relation 
 to Dolarnys Primerose — now herewith reproduced — for, 
 though a poor story in poor fantastic prose, it contains a 
 series of poems in which the same phrasing and peculiarity 
 of wording that are found in it, abound throughout. As a 
 story, this book. The Flower of Fidelitie (1650), is as poor as 
 possible, its style being a deteriorated Etiphuism, and its 
 sentiments mere trashy sentimentalism ; but unless I much 
 mistake, there are things in the poems not unworthy of 
 resurrection. Accordingly I would, at this point, furnish 
 these poems in the order of their occurrence. The follow- 
 ing is the title-page : 
 
 The 
 
 FLOWER 
 
 of 
 
 FIDELITIE 
 
 Difplaying 
 
 In a Continuate Historie, 
 
 The'various Adventures of 
 
 Three Foreign 
 
 Princes. 
 
 By 
 
 JOHN REYNOLDS, 
 
 Author of that Excellent Historie 
 
 Entituled 
 
 \_God's Revenge against Murlher] 
 
 London, 
 
 Printed by T. M. and A. C. for George Badger, 
 
 and are fold at his Shop in S. Dunjlans 
 
 Church-yard in Fleet-Jlreet. 1650. 
 
 B. M. [E 1236] MS. [May 11]. 
 
 There comes next a singular epistle-dedicatory : 
 
 Epistle-dedicatory. 
 
 "To the right Worshipful, his loving Father-in-law, Richard Waltham 
 
 Esquire, and Justice of Peace and Quorum in the County of 
 
 Devon : John Reynolds, your obedient fonne, wijketh as much 
 
 prosperity as the Gods can distribute, or you desire. 
 
 If the Golden Axioms (Right Worshipful) of graue Pythagoras be 
 
 authentical, I am then by the influence of his flourishing precepts 
 
Introduction. xvii 
 
 induc'd to belieue, that courtesies once received ought to be 
 repaied with thanks ; which harmonical Nectar-sentence predicating 
 the (Daedalian) cittadell of my abrupt Mufe, as 
 also presenting th' Ideea of your kindneffe before the 
 Theater of my contemplations ; I could in conceit reap no 
 (Ambrosian) applause of my capacity, until (although in Baucis 
 homely dish) I had presented you with the first ^//-//-fruits 
 of my cerebrosities extraction : by vertue of which audacious 
 resolution (arming my Muse with obedience, and my Pen with 
 submissiue humility) I have presum'd to present you this 
 my unpolished Pamphlet, or rather to betake my 
 Flower of Fidelitie under the (benigne) wings of your 
 worthy patronage : the material whereof (albeit deriv'd 
 from the Index of Cylhei'ea) I have so overvailed with the 
 maske of chaste modesty, that 1 hope not onely the 
 apparition of fcandalising method is abolished, but also the 
 physnoray of superfluous amorous terms (which may not 
 correspond with the character of your complexion) utterly raz'd out. 
 Accept therefore worthily Worshipful, this my peevish Pamphlet, as 
 the pledge of my zealous affection ; and grace my Flower of Fidelitie 
 with this happinesse, to be estab'' in the fragrant Garden of your 
 flourishing Library : fo ihall I esteeme my labours coroniz'd with 
 the Laurel of content, my Muse invested with the exquisite Trophies 
 of applause, and my selfe smothed up in the Terestrial Eden of 
 fortunate delectation. 
 
 Your obedient fon and devoted feruant 
 John Reynolds.'' 
 
 Now for the successive poems : 
 
 A fonnet fent by the Author 
 to all Beauteous and Vertuous Gentlewomen, 
 
 " You Soveraigne Nymphs, whofe Crimfon-chryftal Dye, 
 Obfcures the taint of Juno's I,ovely face, [= tint 
 
 You which for fumptuous Princely Modefty 
 Like faire Diana through the streets do trace. 
 
 Come leave your taskes, and with a gracious looke, 
 Perufe the method of my Pamphlet-Booke. 
 
 Therein doth no Lascivious phrafe remaine. 
 But onely fparkes of chafle Fidelitie. 
 Wherefore fweet Nymphs let me this Boone obtaine, 
 That midft your triumphs in May's jollity, 
 Together with your Diapred Nofegayes faire 
 You will vouchfafe my faithful Flower to wear." 
 
 J. R. 
 
 C 
 
xviii Introduction. 
 
 ExcelHna's Epitaph. 
 
 " Within this Ivorie Tombe doth lie 
 The Phoenix of pure Modeftie, 
 Sweet Excelline, whofe Beauty rare 
 With Helen's taint may well compare ; 
 Nay, Helen's taint surpaffmg fure, 
 Which did the Grecians Loue procure ; 
 Being in Jove's Inperiall fight, 
 A Nymph excelling Juno bright : 
 Cut off by fatall fisters three. 
 In confluence of Love's plauditee. 
 Therefore if any passe this way, 
 With penitentiall teares doe pray, 
 That she may in th' Elizian Plaine 
 Until Eternitie remain ; 
 Still crown'd with Hearts delicious joy 
 And freed from rage of dire annoy " (pp. 34-5). 
 
 ■ So sit thee down accloy'd with lovely care, 
 Begert with flowers of Cytherea's fire ; 
 And to the Woods relate the taint moft faire 
 Of her which did thy youthful! breaft inspire : 
 And figh and fay, 
 Oh Beauty gay. 
 The caufer of thy mournfuU Lay ! 
 
 Firfl fliew the Trees and fragrant verdant Bowers 
 The piercing looks of thy Athelia's eye ; 
 Next tell the ftreams, and dainty Flora's flowers, 
 The fweet Idsea of her jollity : 
 
 And figh and fay, 
 
 Oh Beauty gay, 
 The caufer of thy mournful lay ! 
 
 Then to the Sylvanes, Satyres, Nymphs divine, 
 Depaint the gliftering haire, white front moft pure. 
 Together with her beauty Chryflialine, 
 Which did thy Paphian torments firfl procure : 
 
 And figh and fay, 
 
 Oh Beauty gay. 
 The caufer of thy mournful Lay ! 
 
 Nay, to the ftirine of Venus flately Throne, 
 Strain forth the praife and gracious rarity 
 Of her whofe beauty made thy breait to moane 
 With plaints and teares of love's perplexity : 
 
 And figh and fay, 
 
 Oh Beauty gay, 
 The caufer of thy mournful Lay !" (pp. 43-4). 
 
Introduction. xix 
 
 Thalmo to Athelia. 
 " Athelia faire, the Image of my mind, 
 
 The Miftreffe of my thoughts, my heart and bread ; 
 Exile th' appearance of all firownes unlcind, 
 And all disdainful looks do now devefb ; 
 Behold the torments of thy beautie's power, 
 Which pierc'd mine heart in an untimely houre. 
 
 Your lofty front, the Throne of Graces faire, 
 Amidft whofe milk-white foyles doth alwayes fleet 
 
 Celeiliall Veynes of purpled blood moft rare, 
 
 Which fometimes ftray, and then again do meet ; 
 
 Hath fo inflam'd my heart with lovely fire. 
 
 That of all Saints, your felfe I do defire. 
 
 Your fplendant haire, fine threds of nature's skill, 
 Which doth obfcure the brightneffe of thy lunne ; 
 
 Hath fo combin'd my Heart with fancie's fill. 
 That their Idea in my thoughts do run ; 
 
 In fuch flrange fort, that when I think to flumber, 
 
 A thoufand lovely toyes my brains do cumber. 
 
 Your eyes like gliflering Starres divinely bright. 
 
 Do (hine moft faire, as having facred power 
 To draw all thofe which do approach their fight. 
 
 Captives unto their beauteous prison's Tower ; 
 Amongft the reft, my felfe at firft efpie. 
 Was forc'd to love ; wherein I meane to dye. 
 
 Your lovely cheeks within whofe center fpring 
 Two dainty flowers, the Rofe and Lily faire. 
 
 At firft efpy did to my fenses bring 
 
 The thought (O thought 1) of future pleafure rare ; 
 
 Which glads my foule, and makes my heart revive. 
 
 When as my hope into de.'paire doth driue. 
 
 Within my tortured breaft your fanguine fight 
 
 Hath pitched his Tent, and fwears there to remain. 
 
 And ftill as Gardien both by day and night. 
 The keyes thereof doth vow for to retaine ; 
 
 The faire refemblance of whofe dainty view. 
 
 Doth force my breast his Loue for to renew. 
 
 AH fweet perfections. Beauty, Vertue, Grace, 
 
 Which do adorn the April of your age, 
 Do force me fecretly for to imbrace. 
 
 Your dainty felfe, to whom I do engage 
 My Loue, my life, my fervice, conflancie. 
 My fetled Faith, and firm Fidelity." (pp. 54-5.) 
 
XX Introduction. 
 
 Again : 
 
 " If walking by fome ftately filver ftream, 
 
 When as there chanceth a bloomy winde to be, 
 Me thinks amidft that cockling vaperous gleam 
 
 I prefently my faire Athelia fee ; 
 And if I trace upon their borders fweet, 
 In ftead of trees I ftill Athelia meet, 
 
 If that I chance into the fields to hie 
 
 To pluck a Nofegay for Athelia faire : 
 Me thinks amid'st each flower I doe efpie 
 
 The fweet refemblance of her beauty rare. 
 And if by chance to fmg I doe pretend, 
 For anfwer, she her ecchoing voice doth lend. 
 
 If on high mountains fometimes I afcend 
 To fee the harmleffe flocks their paflure take. 
 
 Me thinks from hill to dale mine eyes I lend 
 If of my dear I may efpial make ; 
 
 And if fome Nymph or ftiepherdeffe I fee. 
 
 Me thinks farre off, it fliould Athelia be. 
 
 From thence if I in valleys doe ekart [=Fr., ecarter. 
 
 My felf to fliade me from all humane fight. 
 Or think to liue in Woods alone apart, 
 
 Hating the day, loving the mournful night ; 
 Athelia, as I liue, doth run before. 
 When of my fortune hard I doe deplore.'' (pp. 61-2.) 
 
 Ditty carved on a Tree. 
 " Thou Cypres tree. 
 
 If once thou fee 
 My faire Athelia paffe this way, 
 
 Tell her I came 
 
 To print her name. 
 Thereby my Paffions to difplay. 
 
 And let thy Bark 
 
 Whereon I mark 
 This facred Ditty of delight. 
 
 Say, onely Loue 
 
 My hand did moue 
 In fecret fort, it to Endite, 
 
 And without feare, 
 
 Doe witneffe bear. 
 On bended knee, I doe proteft 
 
 Whiles death fliall giue 
 
 Me leaue to liue. 
 To weare her Pourtraict in my breafl;." (pp. 62-3) 
 
Introduction. xxi 
 
 Sonnet by Merfilva. 
 " Fortune is frail, and changeth with the wind, 
 
 Riches do fade, and Beauty foon doth flie, 
 Honour is droffe, and Gloria now I find 
 
 With Time's inftinct doth in oblivion die. 
 What then Is Riches, but a Summer's fhower? 
 
 What then Is Beauty, but a Winter's-blaze ? 
 What then is Honour, but a Withering-flower ? 
 
 Or what is Glory, but the world's amaze ? 
 Riches and Beauty, Honour, Glory, all. 
 
 Are they not fubject to Time's deity ? 
 Yes, time doth caufe their fplendor for to fall 
 
 At the aflignment of his foueraignty. " (p. 73.) 
 
 Fiorina. 
 "The Picture of Fiorina faire 
 
 Within my Breaft doth finely fpring ; 
 Her lovely felfe, and beauty rare 
 Unto my fenfes joyes doth bring. 
 
 Her fweet delightfuU colour pure, 
 
 Unto my throbbed thoughts doth fend 
 Some hope of conftant Loue secure. 
 
 Which dainty Loue I ftill attend. 
 
 Her conftant Eyes, like ftars moft bright, 
 
 Doth alwayes iliine within my minde : 
 Her Lilly hew, and lovely fight, 
 
 Printed within my breaft I find. 
 
 Pier cherry-cheeks of taint moft faire. 
 
 In fnow-white fields doth lurke and lie ; 
 Her coral-lips like paftures rare. 
 
 Doth force me there for food to flie. 
 
 Pier azured Veins like Rivers pure 
 
 Through dainty foyles doth fleet and run, 
 Her flender Wafte did foon procure 
 
 My ftedfaft loue long fince begun. 
 
 Her fpeech moft fweet unto my mind 
 
 At all times eafe for grief doth fend ; 
 Her pretty face, behaviour kind, 
 
 Likewife fome fhew of loue doth lend. 
 
 Her modeft grace, Vermilion hue. 
 
 Like Claret-colour fair doth Ihew ; 
 Her felf, her fight, and fmiles moft true. 
 
 In loue with her did make me grow. 
 
xxu 
 
 Introduction. 
 
 Another : 
 
 Her Beauty fair at firft efpie, 
 Inforc'd my mind her felf to loue. 
 
 Therefore Fiorina, till I die, 
 
 Moft conflant to your felf lie prove." 
 
 (pp. 89-90.) 
 
 ■ You little Birds, flie fwifUy to my Dear, 
 
 And there vnfold my faithful conflancy : 
 Tell her, my loyal Loue thall firm appear. 
 
 And while I live, all others I defie : 
 Unfold my minde, and make her know for fure, 
 Her Grace and Beauty did my Loue procure. 
 
 You whiffling Winds, go tell my Miftreffe fair, 
 That dill til death her Beauteous felf I loue ; 
 
 Difclofe to her, that firft her taint moft rare. 
 To Cupid's loue my tender Breaft did moue : 
 
 Vow, fwear and plead by right of reafon's law. 
 
 That firft her fight my Breaft to loue did draw. 
 
 You fun-bright Beams of Phebus fplendant light, 
 When with your golden Haire through azure fkies, 
 
 You wipe the Dew from dainty flowers bright, 
 Go tell my Miftreffe, that her piercing Eyes 
 
 At firft profpect did fo my heart inchain, 
 
 Tha,t conflant to her ftill I muft remain. 
 
 You pleafant Flowers which in faire Gardens fpring, 
 Relate unto my fweeteft faint moft faire, 
 
 That ftill her abfence doth annoyes me bring, 
 And alwayes doth my joy with gueft impaire : 
 
 Go plainly tell that when I lofe her fight, 
 
 My fun Is foon obfcured with darkefome night. 
 
 You ftately Woods, inform my Phoenix faire. 
 That in your lofty verdant trees moft tall, 
 
 I have with faithful Pen, as well elfwhere, 
 Engrav'd her name which firft did work my thrall. 
 
 And written for her fake full many a time, 
 
 In dainty morn of Lady May's chief prime. 
 
 You Valleys fair, in midft whereof doth run. 
 Sweet filver ftreams of dainty water pure : 
 
 Go tell my goddeffe, that my love begun. 
 
 Till death, and after death must needs endure : 
 
 Run fwiftly, run, and fwear, till final end, 
 
 A thoufand fighes for her fweet fake I fend. (pp. 91-2.) 
 
Introduction. xxiii 
 
 A Love-Dream. 
 " When darkfome night began to veft apace 
 Her V[g]Ue Mantle on the Sun-bright day ; 
 When Clouds obfcure refolv'd to run their race, 
 
 And with the pale-fac'd Moon to fport and play ; 
 Lo then, even then as flumbering on my Bed, 
 A lovely Dream ore-whelm'd my drowfie head. 
 
 Me thought I faw my dear Fiorina faire, 
 
 Sttting alone in princely modeft fort, 
 Within the circuit of a golden Chaire ; 
 
 Where with her tears her heauenly haire did fport. 
 In night attire, a Coif of Holland pure, 
 Whereas fhe figh'd, and fometimes flept fecure. 
 
 A Cloak of milk-white Damask did flie beare 
 
 All lin'd with azured Sattin end for end ; 
 And likewife under that, a robe did wear 
 
 Of blulhing skarlet, which did to me fend 
 The fight (faire fight) of Velvet flippers pure, 
 Wherein her naked Feet did reft endure. 
 
 Her Colour pale, and yet as Chryftal clear, 
 
 Did freflily ftiine within her Angel face ; 
 Her cherry Lips, wherein delight did pear. 
 
 Again did deck her hue with lovely grace ; 
 Grace fo compleat, as Art can neuer blame. 
 Nor once the like Dame Nature may not frame. 
 
 And yet amid'ft her Lily Cheeks did fpring 
 
 A bloomy Rofe of Crymfon fanguine hue ; 
 Which fight unto my gladfome breaft did bring 
 
 Celefliall joys, which did my heart fubdue. 
 Her fplendant Eyes like ftars divinely bright. 
 Did fhine moll faire, within my fancie's fight. 
 
 Sight, which did force my trembling felf to trace 
 
 Unto the presence of my beautious Dear, 
 Whoe when flie faw me, with a princely grace 
 
 She rous'd her fpirits, yet fraighted with fome fear, 
 Began to figh, ith' mid'fl her fighes did fay, 
 Oh welcome Medor ! Feare fly now away. 
 
 And then me thought, Oh ! I with arms outfpread 
 
 Did foftly take my faire Fiorina kinde, 
 And laid her on her dainty maiden Bed, 
 
 Whereto in honeft fort I alwayes lin'd, [= leaned or laid"! 
 And gave her many a time, a chafte fweet kifle. 
 Which then was fole contentment of my bliffe. 
 
xxiv Introduction. 
 
 Whereas ftie foon with lonely teares did pray, 
 And praying blufti'd, and bluihing pray'd again, 
 
 That I would then Dame Honour's hefts obay, 
 And from all Venus-toyes my felf refrain : 
 
 Whereto at firft I foon did condefcend, 
 
 And fo in talk we both the time did fpend. 
 
 At laft in trembling fort (he faltring, faid, 
 
 Since (Parma) now thou hast perform'd my will. 
 
 And inftantly my deare command obay'd. 
 No doubt hereafter thou {halt joy thy fill : 
 
 For Jove will grant, where men aright require, 
 
 In honeft fort their chiefeft heart's defire. 
 
 Which having faid, away flie clean did fade 
 Quite from my fight in twinkling of an eye. 
 
 And fo for flumbering fleep mine eyes foon made 
 The freih Aurora quickly to efpie : 
 
 When day was come, I knew 'twas but a Dream, 
 
 Whereof the thought doth breed me woes extream. " 
 
 (pp. 92-4.) 
 
 A left Nofegay of his Lady-loue Alhelia. 
 " Say Crimfon-Rofe, and dainty Daffadil, 
 With Violet blew ; 
 Since you haue leen the beauty of my Saint, 
 
 And eke her view : 
 Did not her fight (fair fight) you louely fill 
 
 With fweet delight 
 Of Goddeffe grace and Angels facred taint, 
 In fine, moft bright ? 
 
 Say, golden Prim-rofe, fanguine Couflip faire, 
 
 With Pinck moft fine ; 
 Since you beheld the Vifage of my Dear, 
 
 And Eyes divine : 
 Did not her globy Front, and gliftering Hair, 
 
 With Cheeks moft fweet. 
 So glorioufly like Damaflc flowers appear. 
 
 The gods to greet ? 
 
 Say, fnow-white Lily, fpeckled Gilly-flower, 
 
 With Daifie gay : 
 Since you haue viewed the Queen of my defire 
 
 In braue array : 
 Did not her Ivory Paps, fair Venus Bower, 
 
 With heauenly glee 
 Of Juno's grace, conjure you to require 
 
 Her face to fee ? 
 
Introduction. xxv 
 
 Say Rofe, fay Daffadil, and Violet blew, 
 
 with Primerofe faire ; 
 Since you haue feen my Nymph's fweet dainty face, 
 
 And jefture rare : 
 Did not, bright Couflip, bloomy Pinck, her view 
 
 White Lily, Ihine, 
 Ah, Gilly-flowers, and Daifie, with a grace, 
 
 Like ftars divine?" (pp. 96-7.) 
 
 To Athelia. 
 " Earth's onely Phoenix, Map of modeflie. 
 Angel of grace, pure Paragon of praife : 
 Ah, from your breafl now banifh cruelty. 
 That yet in fine, feme hope I may eraife ! [=i-a!se 
 
 Faire Saint, bright foueraign of my tender breafl. 
 Sweet Nymph, Dear darling of heauen's Deity, 
 
 How may my Mufe with endleffe grief opprefl, 
 Difplay the pourtraict of my mifery ! 
 
 Ah fure, my Mufe, nor yet Pamaflus train. 
 
 Cannot relate my burning heart's defire ; 
 Becaufe in beautie's fire I doe remain, 
 
 Fire, which I fear will life and bread deflroy. 
 
 Will lovely fire deflroy both life and all ? 
 
 Then welcome Death, fweet actor of my eafe : 
 Ah, on thy facred influence I call, 
 
 Becaufe thy tortures beft my minde doth pleafe. 
 
 Come Death ! elfe. Dear, invefl my fuite with Loue ; 
 
 With Love which of your felf I doe implore ; 
 That fo your bafhful fweet confent may moue 
 
 Jove's diety my life for to reflore. 
 
 Elfe, Minion of my thoughts, faire Saint, farewel. 
 Farewell my joy, my breafl's fweet extafie, 
 
 And Cupid, to the world now weeping tell. 
 
 That firme and conflant to my Nymph, I dye." (pp. 98-9.) 
 
 Prayer, with the last : 
 
 " Imperial Cupid 1 on whofe Ihrine 
 I doe prefent my PalTion's rage, 
 And to whofe Altar I refigne 
 
 My faithful loue, which I engage : 
 Here on my knees, I thee require 
 That my Athelia now may find 
 This bafhful Sonnet, whofe defire 
 Is to enjoy an anfwer kinde : 
 
 D 
 
xxvi Introduction. 
 
 And let his fight liaue perfect leaue 
 
 Her cruel Breafl to moUifie ; 
 That my pretence may once receive 
 
 Some facred figne of amitie. '' (p. 99. ) 
 
 By Fiorina. 
 " Court harboureth Pride, whilefl Country doth retain 
 Inftead thereof, mofl. rich humiliti ; 
 In Countrie's foyle, Love alwayes doth remain, 
 
 Whil'ft Court doth nourifli vitious enmity : 
 Ambition ftill in Court doth pitch his Tent, 
 
 And vowes even there to make his fole demeure, 
 Whil'ft in the Country friendly fweet content 
 
 Delightfully in Peace doth reft fecure.'' (p. Iii.) 
 
 By Fiorina of Medor. 
 Though fortune 'reaue me of thy wifhed fight, 
 
 And croife my Love perforce 'gainft my defire ; 
 Making my night feeme day, and day feeme night, 
 
 And yet in both ftill burn in endleffe fire : 
 Nay, though I flame, yet doth my foule pretend 
 In honouring thy felfe my life to end. 
 
 Though time detaine thee from my troubled eyes, 
 And ftiroud my felfe for all my pale afpects. 
 
 Yet in thy thought my wandering hope relies. 
 
 And in thy abfence writes Love's intellects : [=knowlei/ge, i.e.. 
 
 Therefore, defpight of time, thy Princely hue piercings. 
 
 Shall caufe my maiden-Loue for to renew. 
 
 Though deftiny refolue for to compell 
 
 My fenfe for to forget thy memory, 
 Or think to make my conftant breaft expell 
 
 The fweet refemblance of thine amity : 
 Yet neuer ftiall his power me once conftrain. 
 So wauering to my Msedcr to remain. 
 
 In fine, though fortune, time, and deftiny, 
 
 Would bend their force to make me leave to love. 
 
 Or join in league of rageful unity, 
 
 To caufe me to my Masdor faithleffe prove : 
 
 Yet neuer ftiall (defpite their force) my minde. 
 
 To other Love then Medor's be enclin'd. " (pp. 111-12.) 
 
 Lament for lady-love. 
 " Might I but dye (Ah !) in this mournful ftate, 
 Then were my death the Actor of my eafe ; 
 For then my death would to the world relate 
 What Saint was subject to my Breaft's difeafe. 
 
Introduction. xxvii 
 
 Should death relate (Ah !) no, death muft conceale 
 
 The dainty Miftreffe of my earthly joy. 
 Live then in peace ; yet feare ftill to reveale 
 
 The heauenly Actreffe of thy Heart's annoy. 
 
 Ah ! Yet not actreffe of thy endleffe paine. 
 
 But the fweet Angel of thy Breafl's defire ; 
 Therefore with Loue immortally remain, 
 
 Within the fewel of her Beautie's fire." (p. 142.) 
 
 A Fmuie, 
 " Firft Filh fliall fiie within the Element, 
 
 And Aiery-Birds liue in the Ocean Sea ; 
 Fair Phsebus fliall forfake the Firmament, 
 
 And fcorne to grace the cincture of the Day : 
 Thetis ftiall wander o're proud Atlas top. 
 
 And Nilus ceafe to water Egypt's land ; 
 The Earth unto the Skies fhall fountains drop. 
 
 And Neptune's Face refufe to kiffe the ftrand : 
 AU fliips fhall faile upon the maffie Main, [= solid, i.e., frozen. 
 
 And Aetna frieze at fplendor of the Sun ; 
 Dame Cytherea quite fliall lofe her train, 
 
 And Elephants like Clouds in aire ihall run : 
 Lebanus-Cedars fhall like thiftles fpring, 
 
 And Hyfop-tops afpire unto the flcie ; 
 From Thule to Gauge the Dormoufe voice fhall ring. 
 
 And Gnats fhall drink all Brooks and Rivers dry. 
 Before th' Idea of Fiorina's fight 
 
 Shall once have power from me to take his flight." 
 
 (pp. 143-4.) 
 
 The Authores Farewel to his Book. 
 " Untimely Imp ! conceiv'd by deftiny, 
 
 Produc'd by fate of Mufes plaudity ! 
 Saile through the watry Bowers of Neptune's plain, 
 
 Thy native home, fair Albion's Ifle to gain ; 
 Whofe dainty foile fweet lovely Flora gay 
 
 With fragrant Rofes, Lilies, doth array. 
 Where being landed, if thou chance to light 
 
 Within the ken of Friend's profpectiue fight. 
 Then refl in peace, fecurely there remain. 
 
 As long as kindly he doth thee retain : 
 But if by fate again thou chance to flie 
 
 Within the lifts of any Soilift's eye, [=Zoi/isL 
 
 Which with detraction feeks to blaft thy face, 
 
 Or elfe triumph in acting thy difgrace ; 
 From fuch ambitious fellows, fwiftly skip, 
 
xxviii Introductioti. 
 
 And back return, thy Top-failes huft a-trip ; [= hoist. 
 
 Bewaile thy Birth, and thy conception rue : 
 And fo my Pamphlet-Book, farewell, adieu. 
 
 J. R. 
 
 Finally — the quaint and odd closing epistle must not be 
 withheld : 
 
 " The Authors conclufUive Epiftle to the (Gentlemen) Readers. 
 Gentlemen, having finished the eiTence of this my peevish 
 Pamphlet, and given (for a whiles) my Ruflicall Mufe exact 
 Conge (fecurely) to repofe in the vastal grave of filence ; I 
 began to excogitate with my capacity, whether I fhould 
 produce this my abortive Elfe, before the Theatre of the 
 world's contemplation, or elfe (with the Midwifes of Egipt) make 
 the joyful houre of his projection, the (untimely) fepulchre of 
 his fatal catastrophe : fo that premeditating ferioufly in fo 
 Tragi-comical a conflict, how to circumference my conceits within 
 the (defired) Lifts of (amiable) unity; I at laft in the Chaos 
 of my diftempered cerebrosity, felt the citadel of my 
 thoughts to be very dangerously assaulted by two martial 
 and mortal Rivals : the one was called Difcretion, the other 
 Nature ; which with authentical motives (before the Bar 
 of my capacity) artificially pleaded for a definitive fentence: firft 
 began Difcretion, who with the phifnomy of a cheerfiil 
 countenance folicited, that in this golden age of Poetry 
 (wherein Invention hath pierc'd the Aire, and is long since 
 Charactred in the fkie) I fhould not prefume to 
 attribute wings to my Eagled Mufe, but rather nip her 
 audacious Plumes, and fo compel her to obferve a 
 lower Climate, which might beft correfpond with the influence 
 of her imbecility : An ardent defire I had to allow of this 
 exhortation ; but Nature inftantly (with tears in her eyes, and 
 her forrowful hair dandling about her ruthfiil cheeks) began 
 with penitential fighs to plead for audience, and fo fubmififively 
 profl^rating her felf to my feet, fpake as followeth : Imbrue 
 not thy (Cynthian) hands in the innocent blood of 
 thy Pamphlet; but rather cherish him with care, project 
 him to the world, and commit him to his fortune. Which 
 having pronounced, they both in a moment vanished, and so 
 left me defolate to the contemplation of a Legion of reftleflfe 
 incumbrances. Being thus tosticated in the surges of perplexity 
 and almoll ingulph'd in the brinifli ocean of my teares, I began 
 to ponder on fome fpeedy iniiention which might free me 
 from accuftomed aggravation : but continually finding my mirth 
 diverted to mifery, and my exhileration to dolefulneife, I 
 
Introduction. xxix 
 
 again (from Cylla to Charibdes) fell into the dedale of 
 
 effeminate defpaire ; but at laft delicious confolation (prefenting 
 
 me with the (Ariadnes) thred of comfort) brought me out of 
 
 the labyrinth of perplexity, by falling to this (peremptory) 
 
 refolution, to betake my Elfe to the world, thereby to 
 
 enjoy the Nectar of a. future peaceable tranquility. So now 
 
 Gentlemen, by vertue of the premifes, I here fend you my 
 
 pamphlet, not apparalled in Arcadian fuits, nor embellifhed 
 
 in Faery ornaments, but rather wrapt in a thred-bare mantle 
 
 of fimplicity, flitch'd with Ignorance, lin'd with Illitrature, 
 
 and fac'd with Folly ; wherein you fliall find nothing (by 
 
 the Penfel of Apelles) polifhed, but all things, (with the 
 
 Poem of Aphranius) imperfect, and to conclude, every 
 
 Line wanting the dulcid (flellified) method of (thefe 
 
 our times) ingenious {Parnalfus) curiofity : nevertheleffe my 
 
 poor unfavory Poem was predeftinated to be feen ; and therefore, 
 
 what the Fates impofe for a period, I have not prefumed 
 
 to contradict with denial : Now Gentlemen, having perufed (at 
 
 your leafures) the harfh (difcordant) phrafes of my Pamphlet, 
 
 and vidth impartial contemplation waded through the Bryars 
 
 of my imbecility, I do fland as a trembling offender before 
 
 the (benigne) Bar of your favours, fearing left meritorioufly 
 
 I have incur'd your (cholerick) indignation, in prefuming to 
 
 confecrate my peevish* Labours to the {lately Preffe ; but 
 
 pardon Gentlemen I befeech you my audacious refolution, and at 
 
 the fmcere imploration of my Juvenility excufe my fondling Mule, 
 
 for not charactering finer invention : mean while, if I 
 
 underfland you give my Flower of Fidelity jbut the leaft Ihow of 
 
 a gracious acceptance, I will this Winter inforce my felf 
 
 to be conversant with the Mufes, and compel my quill to 
 
 quaffe a (Nectar) drawn at the facred fount of Cajlalia, 
 
 to the end that the next enfuing Summer I may prefent 
 
 your capacities with fome fine conceited Pamphlet of greater 
 
 demerit [= vierif\. 
 
 John Reynolds. 
 
 (pp. 188-190.) 
 
 The Flower of Fidelitie must have been exceptionally 
 popular. It ran through many editions. A seventh edition 
 of 1 72 1 is before me, "now much amplify'd by several 
 hands," and also "with amendments and alterations.'' 
 Curiously enough, of these ' alterations ' the main consists 
 
 * By 'peevish,' was meant trifling, small and idle, as before he calls it 
 'untimely imp,' 'pamphlet book,' abortive elfe.' 
 
XXX Introduction. 
 
 of a displacing of Raynolds' own poems and replacing of 
 them with far inferior, except that Shirley's famous "Glories 
 of our Birth and State " is one of the additions. 
 
 Mr. Hazlitt (as before) assigns the following to Raynolds, 
 as he does the Epigrammata of 1611 : "A Discourse of 
 Martha Taylor, the famed Derbyshire Damsell, her pro- 
 digious Abstinence by twelve months' fasting proving 
 
 that, without any miracle, the texture of humane bodies 
 may be so altered, that life may be long continued without 
 the supphes of m.eat and drink. 1669. 4°." I have not 
 seen this work ; but it is scarcely likely that our John 
 Raynolds, who published Dolarnys Primerofe in 1606, would 
 be still pubhshing in 1669. For myself, I must conclude 
 that the bibliographers have mixed up at least three, and 
 not impossibly four, John Raynolds or Reynoldses. I have 
 spelled his name as 'Raynolds' because such is his ov/n 
 spelling in (i) The anagram of ' Dolarnys Primerose,' and in 
 (2) The epistle-dedicatory to Efme Stewart Lord of Aubignuy, 
 as well as in the little poem addressed to him, and in Abraham 
 Sauere's poem to the author — the second mis-spelled 
 ' Reynolds ' in the ' Roxburghe Club ' reprint* As with 
 Anthony Scoloker, I hope to continue inquiries about 
 Reynolds, through willing helpers. Meantime in so far as 
 biography is concerned, no more than SiR FRANCIS 
 Freeling, am I able to give anything more. I hope that 
 local researches in Exeter, and among Wills, will result in 
 some fresh data and certainties as between the poet of 
 Dolarnys Primerofe and other Raynolds or Reynoldses. 
 I do not think any student of Dolarnys Primerofe will 
 doubt that the Flower of Fidelitie came from the same poet, 
 while the latter's title-page assures us that he was the 
 'John Reynolds' of God's Revenge against Murther. It 
 
 * Seeing that while he anagramatizes his name of Raynolds by Dolarnys, he 
 nevertheless gives his name in full to the epistle, and is addressed as Raynolds 
 by Sauere ; it needed no witch to give the name of the author of Dolarnys 
 Privicrofe. (See Collier's Poet. Decant., j.k.) 
 
Introduftion. xxxi 
 
 seems strange that the author of so large and notable a book 
 as the folio of God's Revenge, and of so long popular a book 
 as the Floiver of Fidelitie, should have so utterly been for- 
 gotten in our usual authorities, biographers, and county- 
 historians. 
 
 Passing now to the book in hand, its one vital element is 
 the long meditation or soliloquy of the Hermit on the 
 human 'skull.' Every Shakespeare-student must be glad 
 to have this in full, seeing that — as with Diaphantvs — the 
 snippets hitherto given — from Haslewood {British Biblio- 
 grapher, vol. i, p. 153, 1 8 10) to Mr. C. Elliott Browne 
 {Athencetim, 22 May 1875), and Mr. H. H. Furness's 
 Variorum, Hamlet (i, p. 386), and Miss Smith's Ingleby's 
 Ceiiturie (1879) — excite, rather than gratify curiosity. I 
 ask my readers to turn to p. 84, st. 3, and read onward to 
 p. 86. Then compare with Hamlet (v, i) as thus : 
 
 [Gravedigger] " Throws up another skull. 
 Hamlet. There's another ; why may not that be the skull of a lawyer ? 
 Where lie his quiddits now, his quillets, his cases, his tenures, 
 and his tricks ? why does he suffer this rude knave now to knock 
 him about the sconce with a dirty shovel, and will not tell him of 
 his action of battery ? Hum ! This fellow might be in's time a 
 great buyer of land, with his statutes, his recognizances, his fines, 
 his double vouchers, his recoveries ; is this the fine of his fines 
 and the recovery of his recoveries, to have his fine pate full of 
 fine dirt ? will his vouchers vouch him no more of his purchases, 
 and double ones too, than the length and breadth of a pair of 
 indentures ? The very conveyances of his lands will hardly lie in 
 this box ; and must the inheritor himself have no more, ha?" 
 
 Further : 
 
 First Clown " Here's a skull now ; this skull has lain in the 
 
 earth three-and-twenty years. 
 Hamlet. Whose was it ? 
 
 First Clown. A whoreson mad fellow's it was ; whose do you think it was ? 
 Hamlet. Nay, I know not. 
 First Clown. A pestilence on him for a mad rogue ! a' poured a flagon of 
 
 Rhenish on my head once. This same skull, sir, was Yorick's 
 
 skull, the king's jester. 
 Hamlet. This ? 
 First Clown. E'en that. 
 
xxxu 
 
 Introduction. 
 
 Hamlet. Let me see. YTakes the skull.} Alas, poor Yorick ! — I knew him, 
 Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he 
 hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now how 
 abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here 
 hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. — Where 
 be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of 
 merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one 
 now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get 
 you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch 
 thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. — 
 Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing, 
 
 Horatio. What's that, my lord ? 
 
 Hamlet. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i' th' earth ? 
 
 Horatio. E'en so. 
 
 Hamlet. And smelt so ? puh ! \Puts down the skull.\ 
 
 Horatio. E'en so, my lord. 
 
 Hamlet. To what base uses we may return, Horatio 1 Why may not imagi- 
 nation trace the noble dust of Alexander, till he find it stopping 
 a bung-hole. 
 
 Horatio. 'Twere to consider too curiously, to consider so. 
 
 Hamlet. No, faith, not a jot ; but to follow him thither with modesty enough 
 and likelihood to lead it ; as thus : Alexander died, Alexander 
 was buried, Alexander returneth into dust ; the dust is earth ; of 
 earth we make loam ; and why of that loam, whereto he was con- 
 verted, might they not stop a beer-barrel ? 
 
 Imperious Caesar, dead, and turn'd to clay, 
 Might stop a hole to keep the wind away ; 
 Oh, that that earth, which kept the world in awe, 
 Should patch a wall to expell the vnnter's flaw ! " 
 
 Mr. Furness (as before) intercalates of Dolarnys Primerose 
 " [which, despite the eulogy of Shakespeare contained in it, 
 Caldecott pronounces 'a very mean performance']." There 
 is no ' eulogy of Shakespeare' in Dolarnys Primerose, except 
 the tacit one of amplifying Hamlet's words on the ' skull.' 
 Miss L. Toulmin Smith in the Centime (as before) annotates 
 the bit taken from the poem thus : " Raynold's [Raynolds'] 
 verses are perhaps a closer parallel than Thomas Randolph's 
 reminiscences of the same scene in his Jealous Loners, 1632." 
 
 "If these verses may be taken as an undoubted 
 
 allusion to Hamlet, not the least interesting is the first 
 quoted above, which describes exactly the action of Hamlet 
 on taking up the skull in use on the stage at the present 
 
Introduction. xxxiii 
 
 day, and may fairly be supposed to bear reference to what 
 Raynolds and the playgoers of his day had before their eyes 
 in the grave-digger's [grave-diggers'] scene. It is to be 
 obferved that no authority for this action, the turning, soft 
 stroking, smiling, &c., is to be found in the play itself" 
 Thus, as in Daiphantus, its description of Hamlet's dress or 
 undress is valuable — as we have seen — so in Dolarnys Prime- 
 rose, the action of Hamlet with the skull must be accepted 
 as described, not imagined. 
 
 In Notes and Illustrations — at the close — will be found 
 such notices of points as seemed called for. These addi- 
 tional I give here after re-reading the whole book, and as 
 partly promised in the Notes and Illustrations. 
 
 In limine, I must repeat that, as in several places pointed 
 out in the Notes and Illustrations, I have felt constrained 
 to correct the punctuation. Whether author's or Printer's 
 there is the oddest, as absurdest, placing of a comma in the 
 middle of the line, irrespective of sense, e.g., between ad- 
 jective and noun, p. 64, st. 4, 1. 3, ' lofty, greffes.' Perhaps 
 I have erred in not re-punctuating throughout. As it is, 
 I have satisfied myself with the minimum of correction, as 
 feeling that though probably authors left this very much to 
 their printers, it is interesting to take heed to the gradual 
 evolution from chaos of systematic punctuation. The Notes 
 and Illustrations in the places will enable the reader to 
 judge of my wisdom or unwisdom. 
 
 Of ' Abraham Sauere Gentleman,' who writes " In laudem 
 Authoris " (p. 59), nothing has apparently come down. 
 
 The opening of the poem has a certain sweetness and 
 graciousness, reminding one of the landscapes in Sevres 
 china : 
 
 " When flowring May, had with her morning deawes, 
 Watred the meadows, and the vallies greene. 
 The tender Lambes, with nimble-footed Eawes, 
 Came forth to meete, the wanton fommers Queene : 
 The liuely Kidds, came with the little Fawnes, 
 Tripping with fpeed, ouer the pleafant lawnes." (p. 6l st. I.) 
 
 E 
 
xxxiv Introduction. 
 
 Here is another : 
 
 " For why ? that fount, as pleafantly was plaft, 
 As if delight, (bould lodge betweene two paps. 
 Freed with content from Boreas northern Haft, 
 Or as a Carpet, twixt two Ladyes laps : 
 
 Inuiron'd round, with their difplaying tresses, 
 Whofe amber fliade, that golden Carpet blefles." 
 
 (p. 65, St. 4.) 
 
 Again : 
 
 " The rouling pibbles, and the flinty stones, 
 Were foftly by a (hallow current turned. 
 The murmering water, played with filuer ton's. 
 Loth to depart, and flaying running mourned : 
 Whofe trickling-chriflall, muficke- sounding voice, 
 Into mine eares, did yeeld a pleafing noyfe. 
 
 Such were the mirth, and pleafant harmony, 
 The Organ ayre, did gently feeme to make. 
 With dulcean ftraynes, of heauenly melody, 
 As once Mercuric whifpred by the Lake : 
 Whofe trembling breath, new defcants did deuise, 
 Till lunoes Argus, clof 'd his hundred eyes. 
 
 The pritty birds, did beare a fweete record, 
 The bubling ftreames, the vnder-fong did keepe, 
 The dallying wind, fuch muficke did afford, 
 That almost rockt, my fenfes faft a fleepe .• 
 
 And well neare cauf 'd me, for to take a nappe, 
 
 As I lay mufmg, in yong Tellus lappe." (p. 66.) 
 
 Once more : 
 
 " For neare that place a ftately pine did grow, 
 Angerly ihaking, of his leauy crowne, 
 At whofe fteme feet, the humble (hrubs did bow, 
 Fearing the terrour, of his rugged frowne : 
 Vnder whofe armes, a woftill man did dwell. 
 The which did hold, that bower for his cell." (p. 67, st, 2, ) 
 
 Finer still are the epithets here : 
 
 " For that he then, began to moue his eyes, 
 His earth-like hands, his heauie troncke did rayfe, 
 His fighs did vault, into the dimmed ikyes. 
 His tongue forgat not how his loue to prayfe : 
 But fearing leaft, his fecrets fhould be fpied, 
 From out his bower, full fecretly he pried." (p. 70, st. 5.) 
 
Introduction. xxxv 
 
 Pathetic, is this : 
 
 " Dead is my loue, dead are my hopes and loyes, 
 accurfed Fates, that of my loue bereft mee, 
 Curft be al hopes, let hopes be hapleffe toyes. 
 For loue, and loy, hope, hap, and all hath left mee : 
 
 And I remaine, vnceffantlie to cry, 
 
 Still lyuing, ftill, ten thoufand deaths to die." (p. 75, st. .) 
 
 This is dainty : 
 
 " Then with his pitcher, he came in againe, 
 Fill'd with fayre water, from a fountain cleare, 
 And purer farre, then filuer drops of raine. 
 That falleth in, the April) of the yeare : 
 Then with thefe words, he tooke mee by the hand. 
 You fee your fare, now doo not mufmg Hand." (p. 84, st. .) 
 
 Well-wrought and touched of tenderness is a description 
 of the ' hour-glass ' : 
 
 " Then in his hand, he tooke the houre glaffe. 
 And thefe like words, to me he did bewraye : 
 Behold feith he, how here the time doth paffe. 
 Tread you vpright, or go you quite a ftray ; 
 
 Here may you fee, how fwift your time doth runne. 
 
 And ceafeth not, vntill your life be done. 
 
 This glafle euen now, was full of flippery fand. 
 This glafle euen now, was like the prime of youth, 
 This glaffe euen now, was fill'd with plentyes hand, 
 Only in this, you may behold times truth : 
 
 Here you may fee, that time is alwayes Aiding, 
 This is a mirrour, of fickle tim[e]s abiding. 
 
 See how it glides, fee, fee, how faft it runne, 
 
 Say a good life, vpon this time did dwell, 
 
 wer't not too foone, his houre fliould be come, 
 
 If hee in vertue, others did excell .' 
 
 No, were he Mofes, Dauid or Saloman, 
 
 His time thus come, his life muft needs be gon. 
 
 Now 'tis full out, the lampe hath bum'd the oyle, 
 
 This houres funne, within this glaffe is fet, . 
 
 Were this a man, he now were free'd from toyle. 
 
 All earthly labors now he would forget : 
 And as this fand, within this glaffe lie still. 
 So fliould the earth his breathleffe body hill." (pp. 87-8.) 
 
 From the foreign scenes and speakers of the poem, it is 
 
xxxvi Introdtiction. 
 
 difficult to determine who were intended by certain names 
 
 introduced, e.g.: 
 
 " Yet doth he liue, eternized with glory, 
 That fweetly fung renowmed Scipioes warres, 
 He liues that told jEmillaes laiting ftory, 
 Mixt with Anthonius and Odlauius iarres : 
 
 A thoufand more, doo liue, whofe fames doe ring, 
 
 Yet none of dead Agricola will fmg." (p. 102, st. 4.) 
 
 It is scarcely possible that Shakespeare's Julius Ccssar was 
 meant by ' Anthonius and Octavius.' 
 
 There are, now and again, vivid lines, e.g. : 
 
 " The faire greene feeld, all fanguined ouer ftood" 
 
 (p. 108, 1. 28.) 
 
 " Thus were they fcatter'd, ore the purple plaine.'' 
 
 (p. 109, 1. 6.) 
 
 " Our maine-failes all, of glaffie Sattin faire, 
 Our top-failes were, moft fumptuous to behold, 
 Our fpred top-gallants, trembling in the ayre. 
 Were framed all, of glittring cloth of gold : 
 Onr dallying enfignes, wau'ring in the skie, 
 Were all imboft, with rich Imbrodery." (p. no, st. 4.) 
 
 " . . . . their thick breath, dimmed the criftall ikies.'' 
 
 (p. 114, 1. 30.) 
 
 " For Meninons mother, then to world had brought, 
 So faire a (hewe, of crimfon fpeckled light. 
 All fpangled ore, as if with Rubies wrought, 
 The which did banifli, black Cimmerian night : 
 And glittring Phehus, then began to rife, 
 Gracing the earth, from out the azure ikies." (p. 115, st. 5.) 
 
 " The radiant torch, long fmce had burning left, 
 And Ciiithia pale, keeping a wanton vaine. 
 Trimmed her felfe, like to a louer defte, 
 Cafting her glimpfes, towar'd faire Latmos plaine .' 
 Which louely obieift, cauf 'd her dazling eyes. 
 With triple brightneffe, to inrich the ikies." (p. 123, st. 5.) 
 
 Besides noticeable words recorded in Notes and Illustra- 
 tions I would recall these (i) p. 62, st. 3, I. 6, ^Dampt'= 
 dompt or dumpt, i.e., dejected, made to stoop, i.e., the ' lofty' 
 tops of the trees — an odd use of the word ; (2) p. 6"], st. 4, 
 
Introduction. xxxvii 
 
 1. 3, ' his fobs his folace told' =^ the source of his 'solace,' i.e., 
 confession to God as merciful to the penitent ; (3) p. 79, 
 St. 5, 1.5, 'Therjites like to vaunt it' = an allusion to Troilus 
 and Cresseid, which was entered at Stationers' Hall, as acted, 
 1603; (4) p. 113, St. 1,1.3, 'See all the gulf es' &c. = shew 
 them that they may avoid them; (5) p. 117, st 3, 1. 3, 
 '«^?^^^^'= adversary ; (6) p. 123, st. 2, 1. i, 'Eurian'= 
 Eastern or East, i.e., from Eurus, as in Val. Fl., i, 5 30 ; 
 Claud. Laud. Stil., ii, 417 ; cf. Oiiid Met., ii, 160. (White 
 and Riddell, s.v.) 
 
 As a whole Dolarnys Primerofe, like Daiphantvs, cannot 
 be placed among the 'imperishable stuff' of our national 
 poetry. It were absurd to claim any lofty recognition for 
 either Anthony Scoloker or John Raynolds. Scoloker 
 has little of the idiomatic purity or raciness of his name-sake 
 printer. English is, in his hands, a foreign tongue. Over 
 and over again words and phrases are worked in, that give 
 rhyme but small reason. There is, as a rule, smoothness; 
 but his ear was not correct. Whilst there are the regulation 
 ten syllables, sometimes more, the syllables are sometimes 
 mis-accentuated and made into prose rather than iambic 
 verse. The plot of Daiphantvs hangs loosely. Its one 
 noticeable element is the 'madness' of its hero — fetched, in 
 all probability, from Hamlet's love for Ophelia, and his or 
 her madness. By the way, it is to be remembered that 
 Scoloker's view of Hamlet, as 'mad,' may have been derived 
 from the fountain-Jiead. His word, 'friendly Shakespeare ' 
 — as before noted — would indicate as much. It was the 
 more likely that he would ask 'friendly Shakespeare,' in 
 that the point seems to have been debated, as appears from 
 Jonson's, Dekker's, and Marston's skits at ' Hamlet' Ray- 
 nolds has certainly a copiositas verborum absent in Scoloker. 
 Deduct as largely as you may, their books contain things — 
 as shewn — that deserve preservation, and so warrant our 
 reproductions. My judgment is that everything, in any way 
 shedding light on Shakespeare, ought to be revived in 
 
xxxviii Introduction. 
 
 integrity. With reference to Dolarnys Primerofe, it may be 
 of interest to the possessors of the 'Roxburghe Club' reprint 
 (30 copies) to have this table of errata therein : 
 
 Epijlle-dedicatory — 1. 3, ' bed-chamber 'y&r 'bed-Chamber'; 1. 4, 'giftes'/f^- 
 ' guiftes ' ; 1. 6, ' Reynolds ' for ' Raynolds ' ; p. 56, 1. 5, 
 ' Parrafius ' /o>- ' Parrhasius '; I. 14, 'ftraynes' j^;- 'ftrayns'; 
 1. 18, ' honourable 'yi;?- 'honorable.' 
 In laudem Autkoris — 1. 8, ' Inchanc'd '/or 'inchac'd' — making nonsense. 
 Page 65, 1. 2 (from bottom), ' plays 'yor 'playes.' 
 
 ,, 68, 1. 15, ' wrongs '_/or 'wrong' — so spoiling the rhyme with long. 
 
 ,, 70, 1. 27, 'fault'/i7r 'vault' — making unintelligible. 
 
 „ 71, 1. 5, 'iAV for 'tel'; 1. 21, 'perfute'/o?- 'purfute.' 
 
 „ 72, 1. 17, 'Yora' for 'From.' 
 
 » 76, 1- 30, ' Demogogons 'yij?" ' Demogorgons. ' 
 
 „ 80, 1. 26, ' fcarcely ' /or 'fcarfely.' 
 
 ,, 81, 1. I, ' echoing '/or 'ecchoing' — et alibi. 
 
 „ 82, 1. S, ' conHtt.' for 'confifts' — making nonsense; 1. 7, 'he' for 'hee' 
 — ei alibi. 
 
 ,, 84, 1. 10, ' Hermits 'yor ' Heremits ' — spoiling rhythm. 
 
 „ 85, 1. 2, 'now'_/»r 'nowe.' 
 
 „ 86, 1. 4, 'thither'/or 'thether.' 
 
 ,, 87, 1. 25, 'flippery'/or 'flipery.' 
 
 „ 88, 1. I, 'fafte'/or 'faft'; 1. 6, 'gone' for 'gon.' 
 
 ,, 92, 1. 15, 'Ifiues'yor 'leaues.' 
 
 >> 99) !• 3) ' daxling' for 'daring' — making unintelligible. 
 
 ,, 100, 1. 25, 'tears' for 'teares.' 
 
 „ 102, 1. 14, 'crown"/o?- 'crown'd.' 
 
 „ 103, 1. 19, 'fometime'yor 'lomtime'; 1. 26, ' carriere 'yor 'cariere' — et 
 alibi. 
 
 „ 104,1. 16, 't'encounter'/or 't'incounter.' 
 
 „ 120, 1. 10, ' fought '^r 'fought.' 
 
 It only remains that I thank right hdartily ALFRED H. 
 HUTH, Esq., for his kind loan of his (it is believed) unique 
 exemplar of Dolarnys Primerofe, and my always helpful 
 friend Dr. Brinsley Nicholson, for many suggestions 
 and notes in reading the proof-sheets of both poems. 
 
 ALEXANDER B. GROSART. 
 
 Si. George's, Blackburn, 
 April Sth, 1880. 
 
DAIPHANTVS, 
 
 OR 
 
 The Paffions of Loue. 
 
 Comicall to Reade, 
 
 B^it Tragicall to A 61 : 
 
 As full of Wit, as Experience, 
 
 By An. Sc. Gentleman. 
 
 I'alix quern faciunt aliena pericula cartum. 
 
 Wherevnto is added, 
 Tlie pafsioitate 77zans Pilgrimage. 
 
 LONDON 
 
 Printed by T, C. for William Cotton : And are to be fold 
 
 at his Shop neare Ludgate. 1604, 
 
TO THE MIGHTIE, LEARNED, 
 
 and Ancient Potentate Quifquis ; Emperour of i^ 
 
 King of Great and Little A. Prince of ^. C. andZ>. &c. 
 
 Aliquis, wifheth the much increafe of true Subiefts, 
 
 free from Paffion Spleene, and Melancholy: and 
 
 indued with Vertue,Wifedome,and Magnanimitie. 
 
 Or, to the Reader. 
 
 \N Epiflle to the Reader ; why ? that tnujl haue 
 his Forehead, or fir Jl Entrance like a Courtier, 
 Faire-fpoken, and full of Expedlation. His 
 middle or Center like your Citizes ware-houfe, 
 beautified with inticing vanities, though the true 
 Riches confijl of Bald Commodities. His Ran- 
 deuow or conclufcon like The Lawyers Cafe, able 
 to pocket vp any matter : But let good words be your befl Euidence. 
 In the Generall, or Foundation he mujl be like Paules-Church, re- 
 foluedto let euery Knight and Gull trauell vpon him; yet his Parti- 
 ciclars, or Lyneaments may be Royall as the Exchange, with afcen- 
 ding fteps, promifing Newebut cofily deuices &'faJhions: Itmufihatie 
 Teeth like a Satyre, Eyes like a Cryticke, and yet may your Tongue 
 fpeakefalfe Latine, like your Panders and Bawdes of Poetrie. Your 
 Genius and Species fhould march in battle aray with otir Polititi- 
 ans : yet your Genius ought to Hue with an honefifoule indeed. It 
 fhould be like the Neuer-too-well read Arcadia, where the Profe 
 and Verce (Matter and Words) are like his Miflreffes eyes, one ftill 
 excelling another and without Coriuall : or to come home to the vul 
 gars Element, like Friendly Shake-fpeares Tragedies, where 
 the Commedian rides, when the Tragedian fiands on Tip-toe: 
 Faith it Jhould pleafe all, like Prince Hamlet. But infadneffe, then 
 it were to be feared he would runne 711 ad : Infooth I will not be moone- 
 ficke, to pleafe: nor out of my wits though I difpleafed all. What ? Po- 
 et, are you in Paffion, or out of Loue ? This is as Strange as True : 
 
 A 2 Well, 
 
Well, well, if Ifeeme mijlicall, or iyrannicall, whether I be a Foole 
 or a Lords-Ingle, alls one : If you be angry, you are not well aduifed. 
 I will tell you, tis an Indian Humour, / haue fnift vp from dinine 
 Tabacco : and tis mofl Gentleman-like to puffe it out at any place 
 or perfon. He no Epiflle, (it were worfe then one of Hercules La- 
 bours) Biit will conclude, honefly is a mans befl vertue. And but 
 for the Lord Mayor, and the two Sheriffes, the Innes of Court, and 
 many Gallants elfewhere, this lafl yeare might haue been burned. As 
 for Momus, Carpe and Barke who will: if the Noble Affe bray 
 not, I am as good a Knight Poet, as Etatis fuse, Maifter An. Dom. 
 Sonne in Law. Let your Cryticke looke to the Rowels of his f purs, 
 the pad of his Saddle, and the lerke of his Wand: then let him ride 
 me and my Rimes as hotely as he tvould ride his Afiflrejfe, I care not : 
 
 WefJiall meete and be friends againe, with the breaking of a Speare 
 or two : And who would do leffe,for afaire Lady. There I leaue you, 
 where youfriall euerfi?tde me. 
 
 Paffwnate Daiphantus: Your louing Subiedl, 
 Giues you to vnderfland. He is A man in Print, and tis enough 
 he hath vnder-gone a Prefsing {yet not like a Ladie) though for 
 your fakes and for Ladyes, protefling for this poore Infant of his 
 Brayne, as it 7vas the price of his Virginitie borne into ih^ world in 
 teares ; So (but for a many his deare friends that tooke much paines 
 for it) it had dyed, and neuer bene laught at: And that z/ Truth haue 
 wrote leffe than Fixion, yet tis better to erre in Knowledge then in 
 ludgment. Alfo if he haue caught vp half a Line of any others, It was 
 out of his Memorie, not of any ignorance. Why, he Dedicates it to 
 all, and not to any Particular, as his Miflreffe, or So. His an- 
 fwere his, he is better Borne, than to creepe into Womens Fauours, 
 and afke their leaue afterwards. Alfo he defireth you to helpe Cor- 
 reHfuch errors of the Printer ; which becaufe the Authour is dead 
 (or was out of the Citie) hath beene committed. And twas his folly, 
 or the Stationers, You had not an Epiflle to the purpofe. 
 
 Thus like a Louer, wooes he for your Fauor, 
 Which if You grant then Omnia vincit Amor. 
 
The Argument. 
 
 ^Aiphantus, a yonger Brother, very ho- 
 I nourably defcended, brought vp (but 
 ' not borne in Venice) naturally fubiedl 
 to Courting, but not to Loue : reputed 
 a man, rather full of Complement then 
 of true Curtefie.- more defirous to be 
 thought honeft, then fo to be wordilh 
 beyond difcretion : promifing more to 
 all the friend-fhip could challenge : Mutable in all his Ani- 
 ons, but his affections aiming indeed, to gaine opinion, ra- 
 ther then good will, challinging Loue from greatneffe, not 
 from Merit: fludious to abufe his owne wit by the com- 
 mon fale of his infirmities ; Laflly, vnder the colour of 
 his naturall affection (which indeed was very pleafant and 
 delightfullj coueted to difgrace euery other to his owne dif- 
 content : a fcourge to Beautie, a traytor to Women, and 
 an Infidell to Loue. This He, this creature ; at length falles 
 in loue with two at one inflant : yea, two of his neerefl Al- 
 lies, and fo indifferently (yet outragioufly). as what was 
 commendable in the one, was admirable in the other : By 
 which meanes as not defpifed, not regarded ; if not decei- 
 ued, not pittied ; they efteemed him as he was in Deed, not 
 words : he protefted, they iefled : hee fwore hee lou'de in 
 fadneffe ; they in footh beleeu'de, but feemed to giue no cre- 
 pencetohim.- thinking him fo humorous as no refolution 
 could long be good, & holding this his atteflation to them 
 of affection in that kinde, more then his contefling againfl. 
 it before time. Thus ouercome of that he feemed to con- 
 quer, he became a flaue to his owne fortunes : Laden with 
 much miferie, vtter mifchiefe feazed vpon him. He fell in 
 
 B loue 
 
The Argument. 
 
 loue with another, A wedded Ladie : Then with a fourth, 
 named VituUia. And fo farre was he iraparadized in her 
 beautie (Ihe not recomforting him) that he fell from Loue 
 to paffion, fo to diflraction, then to admiration, & contem. 
 plation : laflly, to madnes : thus did he act g tragical Sceanes 
 who onely pend the Comicall, Became, if not as brutilh as 
 A^eon, as furious as Orlando, of whofe humours, and Paf- 
 fions, I had rather you (hould read them, then I Act them. 
 In the end, by one (or rather by all) hee was recouered. 
 A voyce did mad him, and a Song did recure him : Foure 
 in one fent him out of this world, and one with foure re- 
 deemed him to the world. To whofe vnufuall flreynes in 
 Muficke, and emphaticall Emphafis of Loue, I will leaue 
 you to turne ouer a new Leafe : This only I will end with : 
 
 Who of 'LoxxtJJwuM better write, 
 Then he that Loue learnes to indite ? 
 
DAIPHANTVS 
 
 Proem. 
 
 I Sing the olde World in an Infant Storie, 
 I ling the neiv World in an auncient Dittie : 
 I Jing this World: yea, this worlds Jhame and glory, 
 I fing a Medley, of rigor, and of Pittie : 
 
 I fing the Courts, Cyties, and the Coimtrey-fafhions, 
 Yet fing I but of lone, and her flrange pafsions. 
 
 I fing that Antheme, Louersy?^/^ in fadnejfe, 
 I fing fweete tunes of ioyes in wo-vett Verfes : 
 I fing thofe Lines I once did a£l in madneffe, 
 I fing and weepe, (teares follow Births and Herfes.) 
 I fing a Dirge, a Furie did indight it, 
 I fing My Selfe, whilfl I my Selfe do write it. 
 
 I i7tuocate (to grace my A rtleffe labor) 
 
 The faithfull Goddeffe, men call Memorie, 
 
 (True Poets treaftire and their wits befi fauour) 
 
 To decke my Mufe with truefi Poefie. 
 
 Though Loue write wel, yet Pafsio blindes th' affeSlion, 
 " Man ne're rules right, thafs in the leafi fubie£lion. 
 
 Sweete Memorie (foules life) new life increafing. 
 The eye of lufiice, tongue of eloquence ; 
 The locke of Laming, Fountaine netier ceafing, 
 The Cabinet of Secrets, Caske of Sence, 
 
 Which gouern'fi Nature, teacheth man his awe. 
 
 That art all Confidence, and yet rulft by Law. 
 
 B 2 Blefife 
 
Daiphantus Proem. 
 
 Blelfe (thou) this Loue-fong-ayre of my befl wijhes, 
 (Thou art the Parent nourijheth dejire) 
 Blow gentle winds, fafe land me at my BliJJes, 
 „ 'Lonejiill mounts high, though Louers not afpire. 
 My Poem's truth, fond Poets feigne at pleafure, 
 „ A Louing Subject, is a Princes treafiire. 
 
THE PASSIONS 
 
 OF LOVE. 
 
 IN Venice faire, the Citie moft admir'd ; 
 There liu'd a Gallant, who DaipJtantus hight, 
 Right Nobly borne, well Letter' d, Lou'd, Defir'd, 
 Of euery Courtyer in their moft delight : 
 ,So full of Pleafaunce, that he feem'd to be, 
 ,A man begot in Venus infancie. 
 
 His face was faire, full comely was his feature, 
 Lip't like the Cherrie, with a Wantons eye : 
 A Mars in anger, yet a Venus Creature, 
 Made part of Cynthia, moft of Mercurie : 
 A pittied foule, fo made oi Loite and hate, 
 Though ftill belou'd, in Loue vnfortunate. 
 
 Thus made by Nature, Fortune did confpire, 
 To ballance him, with weight of Cupids Wings : 
 Paffant in Loue, yet oft in great defire ; 
 Sudden in Loue, not ftayd in any thing : 
 
 He courted all, not lou'd, and much did ftriue, 
 To die for Loue, yet neuer meant to wiue. 
 B3 
 
 As 
 
The Paffions of Loue. 
 
 As Nature made him faire, fo likewife wittie, 
 (She not content) his thoughts thus very fickle ; 
 Fortune that gain'd him, plac'ft him in this Citie 
 To wheele his head, which fhe had made moft tickle. 
 Fortune made him belou'd and fo diftraught him, 
 His reynes let forth, he fell, and Cupid caught him. 
 
 Not farre from Venice, in an Abbie faire, 
 (Well wal'd about) two worthy Ladyes dwelt. 
 Who Virgins were ; fo fweet and Debonayre 
 The ground they trod on, of their odour fmelt : 
 Two Virgin-Sifters (matchleffe in a Pheare) 
 Had liued Virgins, wel-nigh eighteene yeare. 
 
 EurialcB the Elder Sister's nam'd 
 
 The other was Vrania, the wife : 
 
 Nature for making them was furely blam'd 
 
 Venus her felfe, by them all did defpife. 
 ,Such beauties, with fuch vertue. So combind 
 ,That al exceeds ; yet nought exceeds their mind. 
 
 Eurialce, fo fhewes as doth the Sunne, 
 When mounted on the continent of Heauen : 
 Yet oft fhe's clowded, but when her glorie's come 
 Two Suns appeare to make her glory euen. (bright 
 ,Her fmiles fends brightnes, when the Sun's not 
 ,Her lookes giue beauty, whe the fun lends light. 
 
 Her 
 
The PaJJions of Loue. 
 
 Modeft and humble of Nature milde and fweete, 
 Vnmatched beauty with her vertue meeting : 
 Proud that her lowly bezaunce doth regreet 
 With her chaft filence (" Vertue euer keeping.) 
 ,This is the Sunne, that fets, before it rife, 
 ,This is a Starre. No leffe are both her eyes. 
 
 Her beautie pearleffe, pearleffe is her minde, 
 
 Her body matchleffe, matchleffe are her thoughts : 
 
 Her felfe but one, but one like her we finde, 
 
 Her wealth's her vertue : (fuch vertue is not bought) 
 
 ,This is a heauen on earth, makes her diuine ; 
 
 ,This is the Sunne, obfcures where it doth fhin[e]. 
 
 Vrania next (Oh that I had that Art 
 Could write her worth) her worth no eye may fee : 
 Or that her tongue (oh heauen) were now my hart, 
 what fduer Lines in fhowres fhould drop from me : 
 
 My heart fhe keepes, how can I then indite ? 
 
 ,No heart-leffe creature, can Loue-pafsions write. 
 
 As a black vaile vpon the wings of morne. 
 Brings forth a day as cleere as Venus face, 
 Or, a faire lewell by an Ethiope worne, 
 Inricheth much the eye, which it doth grace. 
 Such is her beautie, if it well be told, 
 Plac'ft in a lettie Chariot fet with gold. 
 
 Her 
 
The PaJJlons of Loue. 
 
 Her haire, Night's Canopie in mourning weedes 
 Is ftill inthron'd, when lockt within is feene 
 A Deitie, drawne by a paire of Steedes 
 Like Venus eyes, And if the like haue beene 
 
 Her eyes two radiant Starres, but yet diuine ; 
 
 Her face daies-fun, (heauen al) if once they fliine. 
 
 Vpon the left fide of this heauenly feature, 
 (In Curious worke) Nature hath fet a Scale, 
 Wherein is writ : This is a matchleffe Creature : 
 Where wit and beautie ftriues for the appeale. 
 The ludges chofde are Loue & Fancie ; They rife, 
 And looking on her, with her, left their eyes. 
 
 Her Wit and Beautie, were at many fraies. 
 Whether the deepe impreffions did caufe : 
 Nature, faid Beautie ; A rt, her Wit did praife : (plaufe 
 Loue, thought her face ; her tongue had Truths ap- 
 
 Whileft they contend, which was the better part ; 
 
 I lent an Eie, She rob'd me of my heart. 
 
 Sifters these two are, like the Day and Night, 
 Their glories by their vertues they doe Merit : 
 One as the Day to fee the others might, 
 The others Night, to fhadow a high Spirit : 
 „If all were Day, how could a Louer reft 1 
 „Or if all Night, Louers were too much bleft. 
 
 Both 
 
The PaJJions of Loue. 
 
 Both faire. As eke their bodies tall and flender, 
 Both wife, yet Silence fhewes their modeftie : 
 Both graue, although they both are yong & tender : 
 Both humble hearted ; Not in Pollicie 
 
 So faire, wife, graue, and humble are efteem'd, 
 ,Yet what men fee, the worft of them is deem'd. 
 
 ,Nature, that made them faire, doth loue perfection ; 
 ,What youth counts wifdo, Age doth bring to trial, 
 , Graue years in youth .• in Age needs no direction : 
 ,An humble heart deferues, findes no denyall. 
 Faires ring their Knells, & yet Fame neuer dies, 
 „True ludgemet's fro the hart, not from the eies. 
 
 Thefe two, two Sifters, Cozens to this Louer ; 
 He often courts. As was his wonted fafhion : 
 Who fweares alls fayre : yet hath no heart to proue 
 Seems ftill in Loue, or in a Louers paffion, (her. 
 
 Now learn's this Leffon, & Loue-fcoffers find it, 
 „Cupid hits righteft whe Louers do leaft mind it. 
 
 Although his guife were fafhion'd to his mind. 
 And wording Loue, As complement he vfde, 
 Seem'd ftill to left at Loue, and Louers kind, 
 Neuer obtainde, but where he was refufde : 
 Yet now, his words with wit fo are rewarded, 
 He loues, loues two, loues all ; of none regarded. 
 
 Now 
 
 13 
 
The Pajfions of Lx)ue. 
 
 Now he that laught to heare true Louers figh 
 Can bite his Lippes, vntill his heart doth bleed : 
 Who lyb'd at al, loues al ; ech daies his night, (meed 
 Who fcorn'd, now weeps & howles, writes his own 
 ,He that would bandy Loue, is now the Ball, 
 ,Who fear'd no hazard, himfelf hath tane the fall. 
 
 ,Beautie and Vertue, who did praife the fafhion, 
 .Who Loue and Fancie thought a Comodie, 
 ,Now is turn'd Poet, and writes Loue in Paffion, 
 ,His Verfes fits the bleeding Tragedie : 
 
 In Willow weeds right wel he afts his part, (hart. 
 
 „His Sceanes are teares, whofe Embryon was his 
 
 He loues, where loue, to all doth proue difafter, 
 ,His eyes no fooner fee, but hee's ftraight blind ; 
 His kindred, friends, or foes, he foil owes fafter 
 Then his owne good ; he's now but too too kind : 
 He that fpent all, would faine find out loues trea- 
 Extremities are for extreams the meafure. (fure, 
 
 Thus thinkes he of the words he fpent in vaine ; 
 And wifhes now his tongue had Eloquence .■ 
 Hee's dumbe, all motion fthatj a world could gaine, 
 A Centre now without circumference : (Art, 
 
 Cupid with words, who fought : would teach him 
 Hath lofl his tongue, and with it left his hart. 
 
 He 
 
 14 
 
The Pajfions of Loue. 
 
 ,He fweares he loues, (the heat doth proue the fire) 
 ,He weepes his Loue, his teares fhew his affeflion, 
 ,He writes his Loue ; his Lynes plead his defire, 
 ,He fings his Loue, the Dittie mournes the action, 
 He fings, writs, weeps & fweares, that he's in fadnes 
 „It is beleeu'd, not cur'd, Loue turnes to madnes. 
 
 ,Loue once diffembled. Oaths are a grace moft flen- 
 .Teares oft are heard Embaffadors for beauty; fder, 
 , Words writ in gold, an yron heart may render : 
 ,A pafllon fong fhewes much more hope the duty. 
 Oaths fpoke in teares ; words fong, proue no true 
 „A fained Loue, muft find a fained pitty. (Ditty, 
 
 Thus is the good Daiphanius like the Flie 
 Who playing with the candle feeles the flame, 
 „The fmiles of fcorne, are Louers miferie, 
 „That foule's moft vext, is grieued with his name. 
 Though kind Daiphantiis, do moft loue proteft, 
 ,Yet is his croffe, ftill to be thought in ieft. 
 
 Poore torturde Louer, like a periurde foule, 
 Sweares till hee's hoarfe, yet neuer is beleeu'd, 
 „(Whofe once a Villaine, ftill is counted foule) 
 „0h wofull pittie, when with winde releeu'de, (be 
 , Learns this by rote. Though Loue vnconftant 
 ,They muft proue conftant, wil her comforts fee. 
 
 C2 
 
 Now 
 
 '5 
 
The Pajfions of Loue. 
 
 Now to the humble heart of his dread Saint, 
 Eurialce, he kneels, but's not regarded : 
 Then to Vrania, fighes till he growes faint. 
 Such is her wit, In filence hee's rewarded : 
 
 ,His humble voyce, Eurialce accufeth, 
 
 ,His fighing Pafllon, Vrania refufeth. 
 
 ,Then lifts he vp his eyes, but Heauen frowneth, 
 , Bowes downe his head : Earth is a Maffe of forrow : 
 ,Runnes to the feas, the fea, it ftormes and howleth ; 
 ,Hies to the woods, the Birds fad tunes do borrow : 
 Heaue, Earth, fea, Woods & al things do cofpire, 
 ,He burne in Loue, yet friefe in his defire. 
 
 The Ladyes left, command him to feigne ftill. 
 Tell him how one day, he may be in loue. 
 That Louers reafon, hath not Loues free-will : 
 Smile in difdaine, to thinke of that he proues. 
 
 ,0h, me Daiphantus, how art thou aduif 'd ? 
 
 ,When hee's leffe pittied, then he is defpif 'd. 
 
 They hold this but his humour, feeme fo wife. 
 And many Louers ftories forth do bring, (Flies, 
 Court him with Shaddowes, whileft hee catcheth 
 Byting his fingers till the blood forth fpring, 
 Then do they much comend his careles paffion, 
 ,Call him a Louer of our Courtiers Fafhion. 
 
 All 
 
 i6 
 
The PaJJions of lj}Me. 
 
 All this doe they in modeftie ; yet free 
 From thinking him fo honeft as in truth, 
 Much leffe fo kinde, as to loue two or three, 
 Him neere allied, and he himfelfe a Youth : 
 ,Till with the fweat which from his fuffrings rife, 
 ,His face is pearled, like the lights his eyes. 
 
 Then with his looke-down-caft, & trembling hand, 
 
 A high Dutch colour, and a Tongue like yce, 
 
 Apart with this Euriala to (land 
 
 Endeuours He ; This was his laft diuice ; 
 ,Yet in fo humble ftraines this Gallant courts her, 
 ,The wind being hie, his breath it neuer hurts her. 
 
 Speechles thus ftandes he, till fhe fear'd him dead, 
 And rubbes his temples, calls and cryes for ayde : 
 Water is fetcht and fpung'd into his head, 
 Who then ftartes vp : from dreaming as he fayd, 
 And crauing abfence of all but this Saint, 
 He gan to court her, but with a heart right faint. 
 
 Bright ftarre of Phcebus, Goddeffe of my thought, 
 Behold thy Vaffall, humbled on his knee : 
 Behold for thee, what Gods and Art hath wrought, 
 A man adoring, of Loue, the loweft degree : 
 I loue, I honor thee : (no morej There ftayde, 
 As if forfworne : Euen fo was he affrayde. 
 
 C 3 Eurialce, 
 
 17 
 
The PaJJions of Lotte. 
 
 Eurialce now fpake ('yet feem'd in wonderj 
 
 Her lips when parting, heauen did ope his treafure, 
 
 Oh do not, do not loue ; I will not funder 
 
 A heart in two, Loue hath nor height nor meafure, 
 
 Line ftill a Virgin ; Then He be thy louer, fter. 
 
 Heaue here did clofe : no toong could after moue 
 
 As if in heauen he was rauifh'd fo, 
 Oh Loue, oh Voice, oh Face, which is the glorie : 
 Oh Day, oh Night, oh Age, oh worlds of loy. 
 Of euery part true loue might write a ftorie 
 „Conuert my fighes, oh to fome angells tongue, 
 „To die for Loue is life, death is heft young. 
 
 She gone, Vrania came ; he on the flower, 
 
 But fight of her reuiu'd this noble fyre ; 
 
 And as if Mars did thunder; words did fhower, 
 
 „f Loue fpeakes in heate, when tis in moft defirej 
 She made him mad, whofe fight had him reuiu'de 
 Now fpeaks he plainly: ftormes paft, g aire is glide. 
 
 Why was I made 1 to beare fuch woe and griefe .' 
 Why was I borne .' But in Loue to be norifht .■' 
 Why then for Loue ; Loue of all vertues chiefe, 
 And I not pittied, though I be not cherifht } 
 
 What .' did my eyes offend in vertue feeing ? 
 
 Oh no ; true vertue is the Louers being. 
 
 Beauty 
 
 i8 
 
The Paffions of Loue. 
 
 „Beautie and vertue, are the twins of life, 
 „Loue is the mother which them forth doth bring : 
 „Wit with difcretion ends the Louers ftrife, 
 „Patience with filence is a glorious thing. 
 
 „Loue crownes a man, loue giues to al due merit, 
 „Men without loue, are bodies without fpirit. 
 
 „Loue to a mortall, is both life and treafure, 
 „Loue changd to wedlocke, doubleth in her glory, 
 „Loue is the lem, whofe worth is without meafure, 
 „Fame dies, if not intombe[d] within Loues ftorie. 
 „Man that lines, liues not, if he wants content, 
 „Man that dies, dies not, if with Loues confent. 
 
 Thus fpake Daiphantus, and thus fpake he well. 
 Which wife Vrania well did vnderftand, 
 So well fhe like[d] it. As it did excell : 
 Now grac'd fhe him, with her white flender hand. 
 With words moll fweet, A colour frefh and faire, 
 In heauenly fpeech, fhe gan his woes declare. 
 
 My good Daiphantus : Loue it is no toy, 
 Cupid though blind, yet ftrikes the heart at laft, f ioy. 
 His force you feele whofe power muft breed your 
 This is the meede for feoffs you on him caft. ('quite, 
 You loue, who fcorn'd ; your loue with fcorne is 
 You loue yet want, your loue with want is fpight. 
 
 Loue 
 
 19 ' 
 
The PaJJlons of Loue. 
 
 „Loue playes the Wanton, where fhe meanes to kill, 
 „Lone rides the Foole, and fpurs without direftion : 
 „Loue weepes like you, yet laughs at your good wil : 
 „Loice is of all things, but the true confection ; 
 
 „Loue is of euery thing : yet it felf 's but one thing : 
 „Loue is any thing ; yet indeed is nothing. 
 
 Wee Virgins know this ; ('though not the force of 
 For we two Sifters Hue as in a Cell : (Loue) 
 
 Nor do we fcorne it, though we it not approue, 
 By Prayer we hope, her charmes for to repel. 
 And thus adew : But you in Progreffe goe. 
 To finde fit place to warble forth your woe. 
 
 „Who firft feekes mercie, is the laft for griefe : 
 Thus did Ihee part ; whofe Image ftayd behind. 
 He in a trance ftands mute, finds no reliefe, 
 (For fhe was abfent, whofe tongue pleaf 'd his mind) 
 
 But like a hartleffe, & a hurtleffe Creature, 
 
 In admiration of fo fweet a Feature. 
 
 At length look't vp ; his fhaddow onely feeing, 
 Sighs to himfelfe and weeps, yet filent ftands. 
 Kneels, rifeth, walkes, all this without true being. 
 Sure he was there ; though fettred in Loues-bands : 
 „His lips departed ; Parted were his bliffes, 
 „Yet for pure Loue, each lip the other kiffes. 
 
 Reuiu'd 
 
The Paffions of Loue. 
 
 Reuiu'd by this, or elfe Imagination, 
 Recalls things paft, the time to come laments. 
 Records his Loue, but with an acclamation. 
 Repents himfelfe, and all thefe Accidents : 
 Now with the wings of Loue he gins to raife. 
 His Loue to gaine, thus women he doth praife. 
 
 .Women than Men are purer creatures farre, 
 ,The foule of foules, the bleffed gift of Nature, 
 ,To men a heauen, To men the brighteft flarre, 
 ,The pearle that's matchles ; high without al ftature, 
 ,So full of goodnes, that bounty waiteth ftill 
 ,Vpon their trencher, feeds them with free-will. 
 
 Where feeke we vertue, learne true Art or glory ? 
 
 Where finde we ioy that lafteth, ftill is fpending ? 
 
 But in fweet women of mans life the Storie, 
 
 „AlpJia they are. Omega is their ending : 
 
 Their vertues fhine with fuch a fun of brightnes, 
 „Yet he's vnwife that looks in them for Lightnes. 
 
 Oh let my Pen relate mine owne decay, 
 There are, which are not (or which fhould not be) 
 Some fhap't like faints, whofe fteps are not the way : 
 Oh, let my Verfe, not name their infamie, 
 
 „Thefe hurt not all ; but euen the wandring eye, 
 „VVhich fondly gapes for his owne miferie. 
 
 D Thefe 
 
The PaJJions of Loue. 
 
 Thefe do not harme, the Honefl or the luft, 
 The faithfull Louer, or the vertuous Dame : 
 But thofe whofe foules be onely giuen to Luft, 
 Care more for pleafure, then for worthy Fame. 
 But peace my Mufe, for now me thinkes I heare, 
 An Angels voyce come warbling in my eare. 
 
 Not diftant farre, within a Garden faire, 
 
 The fweet Artejla fang vnto her Lute : 
 
 Her voyce charmde Cupid, and perfumde the Aire, 
 
 Made beafts ftand ftill, and birds for to be mute. 
 
 „Her voice & beauty prou'd fo fad a ditty, (pitty. 
 
 Who faw was blind, who heard, foone fued for 
 
 ('This Ladie was no Virgin, like the refl. 
 Yet neare allied -,) By Florence Cittie dwelling 
 „Nature, and Art, within her both were bleft, 
 „]:Muficke in her, and Loue had his excelling : 
 To vifite her faire Cozens of fhe came, 
 ,Perhaps more iocound, but no whit to blame. 
 
 Fortune had croft her with a churlifh Mate, 
 
 ('Who Strymon hightj A Palmer was his Syre : 
 
 Full Nobly borne. And of a wealthy ftate, 
 
 His fonne a childe, not borne to his defire. 
 ,Thus was flie croft, which caufed her thereby, 
 ,Daipkantus griefe to mourne by Simpathie. 
 
 Daiphantus 
 
The PaJJions of Loue. 
 
 Daiphantiis hearing fuch a Swan-tun'd voyce, 
 Was rauifht, As with Angells Melodie, 
 Though in this Laborinth bleft, could not reioyce, 
 Nor yet could fee, what brought this Harmony. 
 At length this Goddeffe ceaft ; began draw neare, 
 ,Who whe he faw, he faw not, t'was her fpheare. 
 
 Away then crept he, on his knees and hands, 
 To hide himfelf, thoght Venus came to plauge him, 
 Which fhe efpying " like the Sunne (he ftands, 
 „As with her beames, fhe thoght for to afwage him : 
 
 „But like the Sun, which gaz'd on, blinds the eie, 
 
 „So He by her, and fo refou'ld to die. 
 
 At this in wonder, foftly did fhe pace it. 
 Yet fuddenly was ftayd. His Verfes ceaz'd her 
 Which he late writ, forgot, thus was he grac't. 
 She read them ouer, and the writing pleaf 'd her : 
 ,For Cupid fram'd two Mottoes in her hart, 
 ,The one as Diaiis, the other for his Dart. 
 
 „ She read & pittied, reading pittie taught : 
 „She Lou'd and hated, Hate to loue did turne : 
 „She fmilde & wept, her weeping fmiling brought : 
 „She hop't & fear'd ; her hopes in feare did mourne : 
 
 She read, lou'd, fmil'd & hop't, but twas in vaine ; 
 
 ,Her teares ftill dread ; & pitty, hate did gaine. 
 
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The Pajftons of Loue. 
 
 ,She could haue lou'd him, fuch true verfes making, 
 ,She might haue lou'd him, and yet loue beguiling, 
 ,She would haue kift him ; but fear'd his awaking, 
 ,She might haue kift him, and fleep fweetly fmiling. 
 
 ,She thus afear'd, did feare what fhe moft wifhed ; 
 
 ,He thus in hope, ftill hop'd for that he miiTed. 
 
 He lookte. They two, long each on other gazed, 
 Sweet filence pleaded, what each other thought, 
 Thus Loue and Fancie both alike amazed, 
 As if their tongues and hearts had bin diftraught. 
 Artejias voyce, thus courted him at length. 
 The more fhe fpake the greater was his ftrength. 
 
 Good gentle Sir, your Fortunes I bemone, 
 And wifh my ftate fo happy as to eafe you, 
 But fhe that grieude you. She it is alone, fpeafe you, 
 Whofe breath can cure, and whofe kind words ap- 
 Were I that She ; heaue fhould my ftar extinguifh, 
 If you but lou'd me, ere I would relinquith. 
 
 Yet noble Sir, I can no loue proteft, 
 
 For I am wedded, (oh. word full fraught with woej 
 
 But in fuch manner, as good loue is bleft. 
 
 In honeft kindneffe. He not proue your foe : 
 
 Mine owne experience doth my counfell proue, 
 
 „I know to pittie, yet not care to loue. 
 
 A Sifter 
 
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The Pafsions of Loue. 
 
 A Sifter, yet nature hath giuen me, 
 
 A virgin true, right faire, and fweetly kind ; 
 
 If for her good, Fortune hath driuen me 
 
 To be a comfort : your heart fhall be her minde. 
 
 My woes yet tells me, (he is beft a maide : (ftaide. 
 
 And heere fhe ftopt her teares, her words thus 
 
 Daiphantus then in number without meafure 
 
 Began her praifes which no Pen can end, 
 
 Oh Saint, oh Sun of heauen and earth the treafure : 
 
 Who Hues if not thy honour to defend ? 
 
 „Ah me, what mortall can be in loue fo ftrange, 
 „That wedding vertue will a whoring range ? 
 
 She like the morning is ftill frefh and faire. 
 The Elements of her, they all do borrow : 
 The Earth, the Fire, the Waters, and the Ayre, 
 There ftrength, heate, moifture, liuelines : no forrow 
 Can vertue change ? beauty hath but one place, 
 The hearts ftill perfect ; though impald the face. 
 
 Oh eyes, no eyes, but Stars ftill cleerly fhining, 
 Oh face, no face, but fhape of Angells fafhion : 
 Oh lips, no lips, but bliffe, by kiffe refining, 
 Oh heart, no heart, but of true loue right Paflion, 
 Oh eyes, face, lips, and heart, if not too cruell. 
 To fee, feele, taft, and loue, earths rareft lewell. 
 
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The Paffions of Loue. 
 
 This faid, he pauf'd, new praifes now deuifing, 
 Kneels to Apollo, for his skill and Art, 
 When came the Ladies, At which he arifing, 
 Twixt lip, and lip, he had nor lips nor heart. 
 ,His eyes, their eyes, fo fweetly did incumber, 
 Although awak't, yet in a golden flumber. 
 
 Moft like a Lion, raif'd from flumbring eafe. 
 He caft his lookes full grimly them among : 
 ,At length, he firmly knit what might appeafe 
 ,His Brow : lok't ftedfaftly and long 
 
 ,At one : till all their eyes with his eyes met alike 
 ,0n faire Vitullia ; who his heart did ftrike. 
 
 Vitullia faire, yet browne, So mixt together, 
 As Art and Nature ftroue, which was the purefl ; 
 So fweet her fmilings were, a grace to either. 
 That heauens glorie in that face feem'd trueft. 
 „ Venus excepted ; when the God her wooed, 
 „Was ne're fo faire, fo tempting yet fo good. 
 
 .Wonder not Mortalls, though all Poets faine, 
 The Mufes Graces were in this She's fauour : 
 ,Nor wonder, though he ftroue his tongue to gaine, 
 For I leefe mine, in thinking of his labour. 
 „Well may he loue, I write, & all wits praife her, 
 „She's fo all humble ; Learning cannot raife her. 
 
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The PaJJlons of Loue. 
 
 ,Daip}iantiis oft figh't Oh ; oft faid faire, 
 ,Then lookes, and fighes : and the cfyes wonderfull ; 
 .Thus did he long : and truely t'was not rare 
 ,The object was, which made his mind fo dull. 
 jPray pardon him ; for better to cry Oh, 
 ,Then feele that paflio which caufed him figh fo. 
 
 Now, all were filent, not alone this Louer .• 
 Till came Ifmenio, Brother to this Saint, ('proue her, 
 Whofe hafte made fweate, his tongue he could not 
 For this aga'ft him that his heart was faint : 
 Thus all amaz'd ; none knowing any caufe, 
 „Ifmenio breathleffe, here had time to paufe. 
 
 At length Ifmenio, who had wit and skill, 
 Queftion'd the reafon of this ftrange effeft : 
 At laft related (Hafte out-went his will) 
 He told them, he was fent them to direfl (pleafe. 
 Where hunting fports their eyes fhould better 
 Who firft went foorth, Daiphantus moft did eafe. 
 
 They gone, Daiphantus to his Standifh hies, 
 Thinkes in his writs Vitullia's beauties weare, 
 But what he wrote, his Mufe not iuftifies. 
 Bids him take time. " Loue badly writes in feare ; 
 Her worthy praife if he would truly w[r]ite, 
 Her Kiffes, Ne£lor, muft the fame indite. 
 
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The PaJJions of Ljoue. 
 
 f'Art and fweet nature, let your influence droppe 
 From me like rayne ; Yes, yes, in golden fhowres : 
 „(VVhofe end is Vertue, let him neuer flopped 
 But fall on her like dewe on fprinkling flowers : 
 That both together meeting, may beget 
 An Orpheus, Two lems in a foyle richly fet. 
 
 Thus Rauifht, then diftracted as was deem'd, 
 Not taught to write of Loue in this extreame. 
 In Loue, in feare, yea, trembling as it feem'd. 
 If praifmg her, he fhould not keepe the meane : 
 Thus vext he wept, his teares intreated pittie, 
 „(But Loue vnconflant, tunes a wofull Dittie. 
 
 Now kneels to Venus, Faithfulneffe protefted. 
 To this, none elfe, this was his onely Saint, 
 Vow'd e're her feruice, Or to be arrefted 
 To Venus Cenfure ; Thus he left to faint : 
 
 His Loue brought wit, & wit ingendred Sprite, 
 True loue and wit, thus learn'd him to indite. 
 
 As the milde lambe, runs forth fro fhepheards fold, 
 By rauenous Woolues is caught and made a praye : 
 So is my Sence, by which Loue taketh hold. 
 Tormented more then any tonge can faye : 
 The difierence is, they torturde fo doe die, 
 I feede the torment, breeds my miferie. 
 
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The PaJJlons of Loue. 
 
 jConfum'd by her I Hue, fuch is her glory, 
 jDefpis'd of her I loue, I more adore her, 
 He ne're write ought, but of her vertues ftorie, 
 „Beautie vnblafted is the eyes rich ftorer. 
 
 If I fhould die ; Oh who would ring loues knell ? 
 
 „Faint not Daiphantus, wife me loue not fo well. 
 
 Like Heauens Artift the Aftronomer, 
 
 Gazing on Starres, oft to the Earth doth fall ; 
 
 So I Daiphantus, now Loues Harbinger, 
 
 Am quite condemned, to Loues Funerall : 
 „VVho falls by women, by them oft doth rife, 
 „Ladyes haue lips to kiffe as well as Eyes. 
 
 But tufh, thou foole, thou lou'ft all thou feeft, (neuer 
 Who once thou loueft, thou fhouldft change her 
 Conftant in Loue Daiphantus fee thou beeft. 
 If thou hope comfort, Loue bat once, and euer. 
 
 Fortune, Oh, be fo good to let me finde 
 
 A Ladle liuing, of this conftant minde. 
 
 Oh, I would weare her, in my hearts heart-gore. 
 And place her on the continent of ftarres : 
 Thinke heaue and earth hke her, had not one more, 
 Would fight for her, till all my face were skarres. 
 
 ,But if that women be fuch fickle Shees, 
 
 „Men may be like them in infirmities. 
 
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The PaJJlons of Loue. 
 
 Oh no ; Daiphantus, women are not fo, 
 Tis but their fhadowes (Pictures meerly painted : 
 Then turn poore louer, (Oh heauen) not to my wo 
 Then to Vitullia : with that word he fainted, 
 
 Yet file that wounds, did heale, like her no heauen, 
 „Ods in a man, a woman can make euen. 
 
 Oh (My) Vitullia, let me write fThat) downe. 
 Oh fweete Vitullia ; nature made thee fweete. 
 Oh kind Vitullia ; ('Truth hath the fureft ground :) 
 He weepe, or laugh, fo that our hearts may meet : 
 „Loue is not alwayes merry, nor ftill weeping, 
 „A drop of each, Loues ioies are fwets in fleeping 
 
 (Her name) in golden letters on my brefl lie graue, 
 
 Around my temples in a garland weare. 
 
 My art fhall be, her fauour for to haue : 
 
 My learning ftill, her honour high to reare, 
 My lips Ihall cloze, but to her facred name 
 My tongue be filent, but to fpread her Fame. 
 
 In Woodes, Groues, Hills, Vitullias name (hall ring 
 In Medowes, Orchiards, Gardens, fweeteft & faire. 
 He learne the birds, her name alone to fmg : 
 All Quires fhall chaunt it in a heauenly Aire, 
 ,The Day fliall be her Vfher ; Night her Page : 
 , Heauen her Pallace, and this Earth her ftage. 
 
 Virgins, 
 
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The Pajfions of Loue. 
 
 ,Virgins pure chaftnes in her eyes fhall be, 
 .Women, true loue from her true mind fhall learne, 
 ,Widdowes, their mourning in her face fhall fee, 
 , Children, their dutie in her fpeech difcerne : 
 And all of them in loue with each but I, 
 Who feare her loue, will make me feare to die. 
 
 ,My Orifons are ftiU to pleafe this creature, 
 ,My vallour lleepes, but when fhe is defended : 
 ,My wits ftill laded, but when I praife her feature, 
 ,My life is hers, In her begun, and ended. 
 Oh happy day, wherein I weare not willow : 
 Thrice bleffed night ; wherin her breft's my pillow. 
 
 ,Ile ferue her, as the Miftreffe of all pleafure, 
 
 ,Ile loue her, as the Goddeffe of my foule : 
 
 ,Ile keepe her, as the lewell of all treafure, 
 
 ,Ile Hue with her ; yet out of loues controule : 
 ,That all may know ; I will not from her part, 
 ,Ile double locke her, in my lips and heart. 
 
 ,If ere I figh. It fhall be for her pittie, 
 ,If ere I mourne, her Funerall drawes neare : 
 ,If ere I fmg : her vertue is the dittie, 
 ,If ere I fmile, her beautie is the fpheare : 
 
 ,A11 that I doe, is that I may admire her, 
 
 ,A11 that I wifh, is that I flill defire her. 
 
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The PaJJions of Loue. 
 
 But peace Daiphantus : Muficke is onely fweete, 
 When without difcord ; A Confort makes a heauS, 
 The eare is rauifht, when true voyces meete, 
 „Oddes, but in Muficke neuer makes things euen. 
 
 In voyces difference, breeds a pleafant Dittie ; 
 
 In loue, a difference brings a fcornfull pittie. 
 
 VVhofe was the tongue, Eurialce defended ? 
 
 VVhofe was the wit, Vrania did praife ? 
 
 VVhofe were the lips Artefias voice commended ? 
 
 Whofe was the hart, lou'd all, al crown'd with baies : 
 Sure t'was my felfe ; what did I ? O I tremble, 
 Yet He not weep, wife men may loue diffemble. 
 
 Fie no ; fond loue hath euer his reward, 
 A Sea of teares, A world of fighes and grones : 
 Ah me, Vitullia will haue no regard 
 To eafe my griefe, and cure me of my mones : 
 If once her eare, fhould hearken to that voyce 
 Relates my Fortunes in Loues fickle choyfe. 
 
 But now, I will their worth with her's declare, 
 That Truth by Error, may haue her true beeing, 
 „Things good, are leffned by the thing that's rare, 
 „Beautie increafeth, by a blackneffe feeing. 
 
 ,W[h]o fo is faire and chafte, they fure are beft, 
 ,Such is Vitullia, fuch are all the reft. 
 
 But 
 
 3- 
 
The PaJJions of Loue. 
 
 ,But Ihe is faire, and chafte, and wife, what then ? 
 ,So are they all, without a difference : 
 .She's faire, chafte, wife, and kinde, yes to all men. 
 The reft are fo : Number makes Excellence. 
 .She's faire, chafte, wife, kind, rich, yet humble, 
 .They three her equall : " vertue ca neuer ftumble. 
 
 , Vitullia is the Sunne, they ftarres of night, 
 ,Yet night's the bofome wherin the Sun doth reft ; 
 ,The Moone her felfe borrowes of the Suns light, 
 'All by the ftarres take counfell to be bleft. 
 „The day's the Sunne : yet Cupid can it blind, 
 „The ftars at night : fleepe cures j troubled mind. 
 
 .She is a Rofe. the fairer, fo the fweeter, 
 .She is a Lute, whofe belly tunes the Muficke, 
 ,She is my Profe, yet makes me fpeake all Meeter, 
 ,She is my life, yet fickens me with Phificke : 
 .She is a Virgin, that makes her a lewell, 
 ,She will not loue me, therein fhe is cruell. 
 
 „Eurial<z,is like fleepe when one is wearie ; 
 
 .. Vrania is like a golden flumber, 
 
 „ArteJias voyce, like dreames that makes man merry, 
 
 „ Vitullia, like a Bed, all thefe incomber, (beft, 
 
 I Sleepe, 2 Slumber, 3 Dreames. vpon a 4 Bed is 
 Firft, Second. Third, but in the Fourth is bleft. 
 
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The Pafsions of Loue. 
 
 Oh, but Vitullia, what ? She's wonders prittie, 
 
 Oh I, and what ? fo is (he very faire ; 
 
 Oh yes, and what ? fhe's hke her felfe moft wittie : 
 
 And yet, what is (he ? She is all but Aire. 
 What can Earth be, but Earth ? fo we are all, 
 , Peace then my Mufe ; Opinion oft doth fall. 
 
 jEurialce, I honour for humilitie, 
 
 , Vrania, I reuerence for her wit, 
 
 ,ArteJia, I adore for true agillitie, 
 
 , Three Graces for the Goddeffes moft fit : 
 Each of thefe gifts are bleffed in their faces. 
 Oh, what's Vitullia, who hath all thefe Graces .' 
 
 She's but a Ladie, So are all the reft. 
 As pure, as fweet, as modeft, yea as loyall ; 
 Yes, She's the fhadow (fhadowes are the left) 
 Which tells the houre of vertue by her Dyall : 
 ,By her, men fee there is on earth a heauen, 
 ,By the, men know her vertues are match't euen 
 
 In prayfmg all, much time he vainly fpent, 
 Yet thought none worthy but Vitullia ; 
 Then cal'd to minde, he could not well repent 
 The loue he bare the wife Vrania. 
 
 Eurialcs, Artefia, all, fuch beauties had, fmad. 
 
 Which as they pleaf'd him, made him well nigh 
 
 Euria- 
 
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The Paffions of Loue. 
 
 ,Eurial(S, her beauty his eye-fight harmed, 
 , Vrania, her wit his tongue incenfed, 
 ,ArteJia, her voyce his eares had charmed, 
 ,Thus poore Daiphantus, was with loue tormented. 
 Vitullias beautie as he did impart. 
 The others vertues vanquifhed his heart. 
 
 At length he grew, as in an extafie 
 Twixt loue and loue, whofe beautie was the truer, 
 His thoughts thus diuers as in a Lunacie, 
 He ftarts and flares, to fee whofe was the purer : 
 Oft treads a Maze, runs, fuddenly then ftayes, 
 Thus with himfelfe, himfelf makes many frayes. 
 
 Now with his fingers, like a Barber fnaps, 
 Playes with the fire-pan, as it were a Lute, 
 Vnties his fhoe-ftrings, then his lips he laps, 
 Whiflles awhile, and thinkes it is a Flute : 
 At length, a glaffe prefents it to his fight. 
 Where well he a£ls, fond loue in paffions right. 
 
 His chin he ftrokes, fweares beardles men kiffe befl. 
 His lips anoynts, fayes Ladyes vfe fuch fafhions, 
 Spets on his Napkin ; termes that, the Bathing lefl:. 
 Then on the dufl, defcribes the Courtier's pafTion. 
 Then humble cal's : though they do ftill afpire, 
 ',Ladies then fall, when Lords rife by Defire. 
 
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The Paffions of Loue. 
 
 Then ftradling goes, faies Frenchmen feare no 
 Vowes he will trauaile, to the Siege of Brejl, (Beares 
 Swears Captaines, they doe all againft the heare : 
 Protefts Tabacco, is A fmeke-dride left, 
 
 Takes vp his pen, for a Tabacco-pipe ; 
 
 Thus all befmeard, each lip the other wipe. 
 
 His breath, he thinkes the fmoke ; his tongue a cole, 
 Then calls for bottell-ale ; to quench his thirft : 
 Runs to his Inke-pot, drinkes, then ftops the hole, 
 And thus growes madder, then he was at firft. 
 
 Tajfo, he finds, by that of Hamlet, thinkes (drinks, 
 Tearms him a mad-man ; than of his Inkhorne 
 
 Calls Players fooles, the foole he iudgeth wifeft. 
 Will learne them A6tion out of Chancers Pander : 
 Proues of their Poets bawdes euen in the higheft, 
 Then drinkes a health ; and fwearcs it is no ilander. 
 Puts off his cloathes ; his fhirt he onely weares, 
 Much like m2.6-Hamlet ; thus as PafTion teares. 
 
 Who calls me forth from my diflrafted thought ? 
 
 Oh Serberus, If thou, I prethy fpeke ? 
 
 Reuenge if thou ? I was thy Riuall ought, 
 
 In purple gores He make the ghofls to reake : 
 Vitidlia, oh Vitullia, be thou ftill. 
 He haue reuenge, or harrow vp my will. 
 
 He 
 
The PaJJions of Loue. 
 
 He fallow vp the wrinkles of the earth, 
 Goe downe to Hell and knocke at Plutoes gate, 
 He turne the hilles to vallies : make a dearth 
 ,0f vertuous honour to eternall Fate. 
 
 He beate the windes, & make the tydes keepe back, 
 Reigne in the fea, That Loners haue no wrack. 
 
 Yes, tell the Earth, it is a Murderer, 
 Hath flayne Vitullia, oh, Vitnllids dead .- 
 He count blinde Cupid for a Conj urer, 
 And with wilde horfes will I rend his head. 
 I with a Pickax, will plucke out his braines, 
 Laugh at this Boy, eafe Louers of much paines. 
 
 Oh then, He flie, He fwim, yet ftay ; and then 
 He ride the Moone, & make the cloudes my Horfe, 
 „Make me a Ladder of the heads of men, 
 Clime vp to heauen ; yes, my tongue will force 
 
 To Gods and Angels ; Oh, He neuer end. 
 
 Till for Vitullia all my cryes I fpend. 
 
 Then like a fpirit of pure Innocence, 
 He be all white, and yet behold He cry 
 Reuenge, Oh Louers this my fufferance, 
 Or elfe for Loue, for Loue, a foule muft die. 
 
 EurialcB, Vrania, Artejla, Soe : 
 
 Heart rent in funder, with thefe words of woe. 
 
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 But 
 
The PaJJlons of Loue. 
 
 But foft, here comes : who comes ? and not calls out 
 Of Rape and Murder, Loue and Villanie : 
 „Stay wretched man, (who runs) doth neuer doubt 
 It is thy Soule, thy Saint, thy Deitie : 
 
 Then call the Birds to ring a mourning Knell, 
 For mad Daiphantus, who doth loue fo well. 
 
 Oh fmg a Song, parted in parcels three, 
 rie beare the burthen ftiU of all your griefe, 
 „Who is all woe, can tune his miferie 
 „To difcontents, but not to his reliefe. 
 
 Oh kiffe her, kiffe her. And yet do not do fo : f'wo. 
 
 They bring fome ioy, but with fhort ioyes long 
 
 Vpon his knees ; Oh Goddeffes behold, 
 
 A Caitife wretch bemoning his mifhappe, 
 
 If euer pittie, were hired without gold. 
 
 Lament Daiphantus, once in Fortunes Lappe ; fber, 
 Lament Daiphantus, whofe good deeds now flu- 
 Lamet a louer, whofe wo no tongue can number. 
 
 My woes : there did he ftay, fell to the ground, 
 Rightly diuided into blood and teares, 
 As if thofe words had giuen a mortall wound. 
 So lay he foming, with the waight of cares. 
 Who this had feene, and feeing had not wept, 
 Their hearts were fure from croffes euer kept. 
 
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The PaJJions of Loue. 
 
 The Ladies all, who late from hunting camej 
 Vntimely came, to view this Mappe of forrow, 
 Surely all wept, and footh it was no fhame. 
 For, from his grief, the world might truly borrow. 
 As he lay fpeechleffe, grou'ling, all vndreft. 
 So they ftood weeping, filence was their beft. 
 
 Ifmenio with thefe Ladies bare a part, (why, 
 
 And much bemoan'de him, though he knew not 
 But kinde compaffion, ftrooke him to the heart, 
 To fee him mad : much better fee one die. 
 Thus walkes Ifmenio, and yet oft did paufe : 
 At length, A writing made him know the caufe. 
 
 He read, till words like thunder pierft his hart ; 
 
 He fight't, till forrow feem'd it felfe to mourne. 
 
 He wept, till teares like yfacles did part. 
 
 He pittied fo, that pittie hate did fcorne. 
 He read to figh, and weepe for pitties fake. 
 The leffe he read, the leffe his heart did quake. 
 
 At length refolu'd, he vp the writing takes, 
 And to the Ladies trauells as with childe. 
 The birth was Loue, ffuch loue as difcord makes ;) 
 The Midwife Patience, thus in words full milde. 
 He writ with teares, that which with blood was 
 The more he read, the more they pittied it. ('writ, 
 
 F 2 They 
 
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The PaJJions of Loue. 
 
 They looke vpon Daiphanttis, he not feeing, 
 And wondred at him, but his fence was parted. 
 They lou'd him much ; though httle was his beeing, 
 And fought to cure him, thogh he was faint harted ; 
 Ifmenio thus, with fpeed refolues to eafe him, 
 By a fweet fong, his Sifter fhould appeafe him. 
 
 Ifmenio was refolu'd, he would be eafed, 
 And was refolu'd, of no meanes, but by Muficke, 
 Which is fo heauenly that it hath releafed 
 The danger oft, not to be cur'd by Phificke, 
 Her tongue and hand, thus married together 
 Could not but pleafe him, who fo loued either. 
 
 But firft before his madneffe were alayd, 
 They offred Incence at Dianaes Shrine, 
 And much befought her, now to be apayd : 
 Which was foone granted to thefe Saintes diuine. 
 
 Yet fo : that mad Daiphanttis muft agree, 
 
 Neuer to loue, but Hue in Chaftitie. 
 
 Thus they adjur'd him, by the Gods on high, 
 Neuer hence foorth to fhoote with Cupids Quiuer, 
 Nor loue to feine ; for ther's no remedie, 
 If once relapft, then was he mad for euer : 
 Tortur'd Daiphantus, now a figne did make, 
 And kinde Ifmenio, this did vndertake. 
 
 Then 
 
 40 
 
The Pajfions of Loue. 
 
 Then gan A rtejia play vpon her Lute, 
 Whofe voyce fang fweetly, now a mourning Ditty, 
 „Loue her admir'd, thogh he that lou'd were mute, 
 Cupid himfelfe feard he fhould fue for pittie. 
 Oh wondrous vertue ! words fpoke are but wind. 
 But fung to prick-fong, they are ioyes diuine. 
 
 ,1 heard her fing, but ftill methought I dreamed, 
 ,1 heard her play, but I methought did fleepe, 
 ,The Day and Night, till now were neuer weaned, 
 , Venus, and Dian rauifht ; both did weepe. 
 ,They which each hated, now agreed to fay, 
 ,This was the Goddeffe both of night and day. 
 
 My heart and eares, fo rauifht with her voyce, 
 
 I ftill forgot, what ftill I heard her fmg, 
 
 The tune : Surely of Sonnets this was all the choice. 
 
 Poets do keepe it as a charming thing. 
 
 ,What thinke you of the ioyes that Daiphdtus had, 
 .When for fuch Muficke I would ftill be mad 1 
 
 The Birdes came chirping to the windowes round. 
 
 And fo ftood ftill, as if they rauifht weare, 
 
 Beafts forth the forreft came, brought with the foud. 
 
 The Lyon layd him downe as if in feare. 
 The Fifties in frefh Riuers fwam to fhore, 
 ,Yea, had not Nature ftayd them, had done more. 
 
 F 3 This 
 
 41 
 
The Pafsions of Loue. 
 
 This was a fight, whofe eyes had euer feene ? 
 This was a voice, fuch mufick nere was heard, 
 This paradice was it, where who had bene 
 , Might well haue thought of hell and not afeard. 
 Sure hell it felfe, was heauen in this fpheare, 
 ,Mad-men, wild beafts, & all, here tamed weare. 
 
 Like as a King his chaire of ftate afcendeth, 
 ('Being newly made a God vpon the earth : 
 In ftately amounts till ftep by flep, he endeth, 
 Thinkes it to heauen A true affending birth .■ 
 So hies Daiphantus, on his legs and feete. 
 As if Daiphantus, now fome God fhould meete. 
 
 He lookes vpon himfelfe, not without wonder. 
 He wonders at himfelfe, what he might be : 
 He laughes vnto himfelfe, thinkes he's a flumber, 
 He weepes vnto himfelfe, himfelfe to fee : 
 And fure to heare and fee what he had done. 
 Might make him fweare, but now g world begun. 
 
 Fully reuiued, at laft Artejia ceaft, 
 When Beafts and Birds, fo hideous noife did make 
 That almoft all turnd furie, feare was the leaft, 
 Yea fuch a feare, as forc't them cry and quake. 
 Till that Daiphantus, more of reafon had. 
 Then they which mon'd him, lately being mad. 
 
 He 
 
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The Pajfions of Loue. 
 
 He with more ioy, than words could well declare, 
 And with more words, than his new tongue could 
 Did ftriue to fpeake, fuch was his loue & care (tell, 
 Thus to be thankful! : But yet knew not well, 
 ,VVhether his tongue, not tun'd vnto his hart, 
 ,0r modeft filence, would beft aft his part. 
 
 But fpeake he will ; then giue attentiue eare 
 
 To heare him tell a wofuU Louers ftorie, 
 
 His hands and eyes to heauen vp did he reare : 
 
 Griefe taught him fpeech ; though he to fpeake were 
 
 But whatfouer be a Louers paffion, f'forrie. 
 
 Daiphanhis fpeakes his, in a mourning fafhion. 
 
 As o're the Mountains walkes, the wandring foule 
 Seeking for reft in his vnrefting fpirit, 
 So good Daiphantus (thinking to inroule 
 Himfelfe in grace, by telling of loues merit) 
 Was fo diftrafled how he Ihould commend it. 
 Where he began, he wifhed flill to end it. 
 
 EurialcB, my eyes are hers in right 
 Vrania my tongue is as her dewe, 
 
 Artefia, my eares, to her I dight. 
 
 My heart to each. And yet my heart to you : 
 To you Vitullia, to you, and all the reft : 
 Who once me curfed ; now to make me bleft. 
 
 Beautie 
 
 43 
 
The Paffions of Loue. 
 
 I Beauty & 2, wit did i wound & 2 pearce my heart, 
 
 3 Muficke and 4 Fauour 3 gain'd and 4 kept it fure : 
 
 Loue lead by 3 Fancie to the 4 laft I part, 
 
 Loue lead by Reafon to the firfh is truer. 
 
 3 Beautie and wit firft conquered, made me yeild 
 3 Muficque & 4 Fauour, refcued, got the field. 
 
 To I Wit and 2 Beautie, my firft loue I giue, 
 Muficke 3 & 4 Fauours, my fecond loue haue gaind, 
 All made me mad : and all did me relieue : 
 Though one recur'd me, when I was fuftaind : 
 
 Thus troth to fay, to all I loue did owe. 
 
 Therefore to all my loue I euer vowe. 
 I & 2 
 Thus to the firft his right hand he did tender, 
 His left hand to the 3 & 4 laft, mofl louingly, 4 : 
 His tongue kind thankes, firft to the laft did render, 
 The while his lookes were bent indifferently : 
 
 Thus he falutes all, & to increafe his Bliffes, 
 
 From lip, to lip, each Ladie now he kiffes. 
 
 Ifmenio (m humble wife falutes he) 
 With gracious language he returnes his heart. 
 His words fo fweetly to his tongue now futes he. 
 As what he fpake, fhew'd learning with good Art. 
 Ifmenio pleafde Daiphantiis, Daiphantns all, 
 „When loue, gaines loue, for loue ; this loue we cal. 
 
 Vrania 
 
 44 
 
The Paffions of Loue. 
 
 Vrania now, bethought what was protefted 
 
 By yong Ifmenio at Dianas fhrine ; 
 
 Coniur'd Daiphantus, That no more he lefted, 
 
 With Loue or Fancie, for they were Diuine : 
 And if he did, that there they all would pra}^ 
 He ftill might Hue in loue, both night and day. 
 
 This greeu'd him much, but follie twas to grieue, 
 His now obedience fhew'd his owne freewill : 
 He fwore he would not loue (in fhewe) atchieue. 
 But Hue a virgin, chaft and fpotleffe ftill. 
 
 Which faide : fuch Muficke fuddenly delighted, 
 As all were rauifht, and yet all affrighted. 
 
 Here parted all, not without loy and fadnes, 
 Some wept, fome fmilde, a world it was to here them : 
 Both fprings heere met, woe heere was cloath'd with gladnes: 
 Heauen was their comfort, it alone did cheere them. 
 Daiphantus from thefe fprings, fome fruit did gather, 
 „Experience is an Infant, though an ancient father. 
 
 Sweet Lady know " the foule lookes through our eye- 
 „Content Hues not in fliewes, or beauty feeing, (fights, 
 „Peace not from nomber, nor ftrength in high fpirits : 
 „Toy dies with vertue, yet Hues in vertues being. 
 „Beautie is maskt, where vertue is not hidden, 
 „Man ftill defires that fruite he's moft forbidden. 
 
 G lewells 
 
 45 
 
The Pajftons of Loue. 
 
 „Iewels for Vertue, not for beautie prizde, 
 „Whats fildome feen breeds wonder, we admir'de it : 
 „Kings Lines are rare .• and therefore well aduiz'de, 
 „Wife-men not often talke, Fooles ftill defire it. fure, 
 „Wome are books (kept clofe) they hold much trea- 
 „Vnclafpt : fweet ills : moft woe lies hid in pleafure. 
 
 „Who ftudies Arts alike, can he proue Doflor ? 
 
 „Who furfets hardly Hues ? Drunkards recouer : 
 
 „Whofe wils his law, that cofcience needs no Proftor ; 
 
 „Whe men turn beafts looke there for briutifh Louers. 
 „Thofe eies are pore-blind, looke equally on any, 
 „Though't be a vertue to hinder one by many. 
 
 „Who gains by trauel, leefe lordfhips for their Manors, 
 „Muft Tarquin-\d.\x\^ fome ; Hell on that glory, ('nors, 
 „Whofe life's in Healths, death fooneft gains thofe Ba- 
 „Luft ftill is punifht, though treafon write the ftorie. 
 „A rowling eye, A Globe, new worlds difcouer, 
 „Who ftill wheels round, is But a damned Louer. 
 
 „Doth Faith and Troth lye Bathing 1 Is Luft pleafure .-' 
 „Can Commons be as fweete, as Land inclof'd .■■ 
 „Then virgin fmne may well be counted pleafure, 
 „Where fuch Lords rule, who Hues not ill difpof'd .' 
 „True Loue's a Phcenix, but One vntill it dyes, 
 „Luft is a Cockatrice, in all, but in her eyes. 
 
 Here 
 
 46 
 
The PaJJions of Loue. 
 
 Here did he end, more bleffed than his wifhes. 
 
 „ (Fame's at the high when Loue indights the Story :) 
 
 „The priuate life brings with it heauenly bhffes. 
 
 „Sweete Conternplation much increafeth glorie : 
 He leaue him to the learning of Loties Spell, 
 „ Better part friends, than follow Feends to hell. 
 
 Ifnienio, with Vitiillia went together, 
 Perhaps both wounded with blinde Cupids Dart, 
 Yet durft they not relate their Loue to either, 
 „(Loue if once pittied pearceth to the Hart :) 
 But fare Vitullia, is fo faire a Marke, 
 Cupid would court her, though but by the darke. 
 
 Artefia, flie muft goe fthe more fhe's grieu'd^ 
 To churlifh Sirymon, her adopted Mate, 
 Cupid though blind, yet pittied and relieu'd. 
 This modeft Lady with fome happie Fate : 
 
 „For what but Vertue, which doth all good nourifh, 
 „Could brook her fortunes, much leffe loue & cherilh 
 
 Eurialm, with good Vrania ftayd : 
 , (Where Vertue dwels they onely had their being) 
 „Beauty and wit ftill feare, are not difmayd, 
 „For where they dwell, Loue euer will be prying. 
 Thefe two, were one, All good, each could impart. 
 One was their Fortune, and one was their heart. 
 
 G 2 ,Beautie 
 
 47 
 
The Paffions of Loue. 
 
 („Beautie and Vertue, was true Friend to either, 
 „Heauen is the fpheare, where all men feeke for glorie 
 „Earth is the Graue, where finners ioyne together, 
 „Hell keepes the booke, inrowles each luftfull florie. 
 „Liue as we will, death makes of all conclufion, 
 „Die then to Hue, or life is thy confufion. 
 
 ,Beautie and wit in thefe, fed on affection, 
 .Labour and induftry, were their Twins of life : 
 ,Loue, and true Bounty, were in their fubiflion, 
 ,Their Bodies with their fpirits had no ftrife. 
 
 Such were thefe two. As grace did them defend. 
 Such are thefe two, As with thefe two I end. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
 Non A mori fed- Virtiiti. 
 
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The Pafsionate mans Pil- 
 grimage, fuppofed to be written by 
 
 ■A one at the point of death. 
 
 Glue me my Scallop fhell of quiet, 
 My ftafife of Faith to walke vpon, 
 My Scrip of loy, Immortall diet, 
 My bottle of faluation : 
 My Gowne of Glory, hopes true gage, 
 And thus He take my pilgrimage. 
 
 Blood muft be my bodies balmer, 
 
 No other balme will there be giuen 
 
 Whilft my foule like a white Palmer 
 
 Trauels to the land of heauen, 
 
 Ouer the filuer mountaines. 
 
 Where fpring the Ne6lar fountaines : 
 
 And there He kiffe 
 
 The Bowie of bliffe, 
 
 And drinke my eternall fill 
 
 On euery milken hill. 
 
 My foule will be a drie before, 
 
 But after it, will nere third more. 
 
 H 
 
 And 
 
 49 
 
The pa/sionate mans Pilgrimage. 
 
 And by the happie blisfuU way 
 
 More peacefull Pilgrims I fhall fee, 
 
 That haue fhooke off their gownes of clay, 
 
 And goe appareld frefh like mee. 
 
 He bring them firft 
 
 To flake their thirft, 
 
 And then to tafl thofe Neftar fuckets. 
 
 At the cleare wells 
 
 Where fweetnes dwells, 
 
 Drawne vp by Saints in Cliriftall buckets. 
 
 And when our bottles and all we, 
 Are fild with immortalitie : 
 Then the holy paths weele trauell 
 Strewde with Rubies thicke as grauell, 
 Seelings of Diamonds, Saphire floores, 
 High walles of Corall and Pearle Bowres. 
 
 From thence to heauens Bribeles hall 
 Where no corrupted voyces brail. 
 No Confcience molten into gold. 
 Nor forg'd accufers bought and fold. 
 No caufe deferd, nor vaine fpent lorney, 
 For there Chrift is the Kings Atturney : 
 Who pleades for all without degrees. 
 And he hath Angells, but no fees. 
 
 When 
 
 5° 
 
The pajfionate Mans Pilgrimage. 
 
 When the grand twelue million lury, 
 Of our finnes and finfull fury, 
 Gainft our foules blacke verdifls giue, 
 Chrift pleades his death, and then we liue. 
 Be thou my fpeaker taintles pleader, 
 Vnblotted Lawyer, true proceeder, 
 Thou moueft faluation euen for almes : 
 Not with a bribed Lawyers palmes. 
 
 And this is my eternall plea, 
 To him that made Heauen, Earth and Sea, 
 Seeing my flefh muft die fo foone. 
 And want a head to dine next noone, 
 luft at the ftroke when my vaines ftart and 
 Set on my foule an euerlafting head, (fpred 
 Then am I readie like a palmer fit. 
 To tread thofe blefl paths which before I 
 
 (writ. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
 51 
 
doLarNYS 
 
 PRI M EROSE 
 
 Or 
 
 The firft part of the pafsionate Her- 
 
 mit : wherein is exprejfed the litiely pafsi- 
 
 ons of Zeale and Loue, with an alluding difcourfe 
 
 to Valours ghoji. Both pleafant and profitable, 
 
 if iudicioufly read, and rightly 
 
 vnderftood. 
 
 No7i eft Beatus, ejfe qui fe nefcit. 
 
 WRITTEN BY A PRACTITIONER 
 
 in Poefie, and a ftranger amongft Poets, which 
 caufeth him dread this Tentence : 
 
 Nihil ad Parmenonis fuem. 
 
 AT LONDON 
 
 Printed by G. Eld, and are to bee fold by Robert Boulton, 
 
 at his fhop in Smithfield, neere long lane end. 
 
 1606. 
 
To the right Honourable, Efme Stew- 
 art, Lord of Atibigiiity, and one of the 
 
 Gentlemen of his Maiefties bed-Chamber ; ennobled 
 
 with the rarejl guifts that hojiour may afforde, 
 
 or vertue challenge : 
 
 John Raynolds, wifheth happy increase of all noble 
 
 and renowmed refolutions. 
 
 Vmmoning my fenfes together ( Right ho- 
 notirable ) and weighing your Lord/hips 
 worth, and nty imperfe^ions : Difpaire 
 had almoji checkt my too too pre/umptuous 
 forwardneffe, onely for intending to pre- 
 fent thisjim^ple worke into the hands of fo 
 noble aperfon : But Hope (chief e mifireffe of Defire, andeni- 
 my of Feari) began to animate my trembling thoughts with 
 thefe perfwafons. 
 
 Virgil, whofe curious inuentions haue made his navie im- 
 mortally {tJioughnot for imitation, yet for pleafure) readEn- 
 niusroughPoe/ies: the Delphian Oracle gaueSocrsites as good 
 afentencefor his zvell meaning mite, as to the pro7idefi Athe- 
 nians,_/2>r their heapesof treafure. A II thatwas pleaded before 
 the Romane Senators, was not vttered by TuUy, yet was it 
 heard and allowed with plaufible cenfures. X erxes accepted 
 as well of the poore mans handful of water, as of the riche 
 mans Goblet of gold. 
 
 Thus beholding right Honorable {as in a mirror) the eflates 
 or proceedings ofpaffed times, and hauing in homely manner 
 penned thefe few vnpolifJied lines, I prefume to prefent them 
 into your Lordfhips hands: which although they are notflret- 
 ched to the delicate treble keye of fuch refined Poems, as 
 
 A 2 Maro 
 
 55 
 
The Epiftle Dedicatory. 
 
 Maro fung in the eares of Auguflus, yet t/iey may bee 
 rightly called, the fruits of as well intended thoughts. For 
 Phidias labored as hard with his {felfe conceipted fharp) 
 penfil, as Apelles, with his approuedfkil. Euery painter can- 
 not counterfeite lawne, with Parrhafius, nor proportion the 
 Ciclops, with Tymanthes. Maiaes fonne refufed not to 
 tafl on Baucis, faire loue was content with Philemons en- 
 tertaynement. Although Fors Fortunagaue Vliffes, thefen- 
 tence for his curious fmotheneffe, yet Aiax had an applawdit 
 for his rough plainenes: & as no counfel could reuoke . Fabius 
 but Terentias fayrneffe, nor no furgion cure Hipolite but 
 Efculapius,y2» no funne can beautifie thefe deformed lines, 
 but theglimfes of your LordfJiips fauour, nor nofalue be able 
 to fet thefe mangled flrayns afoote, V7ilejfe it be minijlred by 
 your noble protecting hand. I feeke not Afcanius rich cloake 
 for brauerie, but couet with Damidas Parret, to bee fhel- 
 tred from the vultures tirany. 
 
 Then Right honorable, if it wil pleafe your Lordfhip to har- 
 bour this handfull of harfh founding fillables vnder thefafe 
 condu5l of your honoiirs faire protection, I fhall not onely 
 thinke them fufficiently guarded from enuious tongues: but 
 also ejleeme m,y felfe happie, to haue them, fhadowed vnder 
 the winges offo worthy a Meccenas. Thus hoping {though not 
 for the worth of the prefent,yet for the true heart of the gi-. 
 uer of) your honors gentle patronage, & re/ling in that /tope I 
 wifh your honour the happie enioying of your honourable 
 wifhes. 
 
 Your Lordfhips in all duty to be commanded. 
 
 I. R. 
 
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To the Right Honourable Lord, 
 
 Aubignuy, health eternall. 
 
 WHat nere feene gemme, fhall I deuife to fet, 
 Vpon your helme, your temples to ingert ? 
 What trophe rare, what wreath or Coronet, 
 Can guerdonize, your meriting defert ? 
 
 let me pollifh, fome nere written line, 
 To fit your worth, for worldlings to perufe : 
 
 And place it in, that loftie creft of thine, 
 Whofe filuer fhowers, nourifheth my mufe. 
 
 Making them fpring, as flow'rs from frofty earth, 
 Which Aprill deaws, the worlds broad eye to view : 
 
 Which elfe had died, and nere obtained birth, 
 Had they not gain'd, incouragement of you, 
 
 Bafe are the thoughts, that longs to write and dare not. 
 Then if you fmile, let others frowne, (I care not.) 
 
 Your Lordships euer 
 
 humbly deuoted : 
 
 A3 
 
 lohn Raynolds. 
 To 
 
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To the Gentle Readers 
 
 whatfoeuer. 
 
 WHat fhould I fcrape, or beg, at pardons gate, 
 With proftrate termes, to helpe my ftranger rimes 
 When as I know, that in this wau'ring ftate. 
 
 None well can pleafe, thefe fickle enuious times. 
 
 Therefore I craue, no other boone but this, 
 
 Vpon my lines, let euery fancie deeme 
 What pleafe them beft : well, meane, or flatte amiffe. 
 
 No whit the worfe, I will of them efteeme. 
 
 For enuious curres, will bawle at ftrangers true. 
 
 When neighbor theeues, vnfeene may filch & fteale : 
 
 But truftie maftifes, or by fent or view, 
 
 The priuie drifts, of both will foone reueale. 
 
 Then if the learned, feeke not to defpite me, 
 Let Enuie barke, I know he cannot bite me. 
 
 Yours, I. R. 
 
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In laudem Authoris. 
 
 T Hough carping fpight, fliould fit in Momns chaire, 
 And Zoylus fume, gnafhing his venime lawes : 
 Though Crittick Satires, raue and rend tlieir haire, 
 And Enuy threat mee, with his fulfom pawes. 
 
 Yet this my pen, for Raynolds fake fliall write, 
 Whofe nouell lines, vnfolds a fertill fpring : 
 Reueales at large, found loue in zealous plight, 
 Inchac'd with wo, and warlike fonneting. 
 
 DelightfuU Poems, ioyn'd with pleafant good, 
 And harmeleffe pleafure, mixt with loftie ftraines : 
 Then foule Therfites, ceafe thy rayling moode, 
 And giue at leaft, good words for fo much paines. 
 
 But if abroad, thy enuy needs muft flie, 
 Defpight not him, who feekes to pleafure thee. 
 
 Abraham Sauere Gentlevian. 
 
 5y 
 
DOLARNYS 
 
 Primero/e. 
 
 WHen flowring May, had with her morning deawes, 
 Watred the meadowes, and the vallies greene, 
 The tender Lambes, with nimble-footed Eawes, 
 Came forth to meete, the wanton fommers Queene : 
 The liuely Kidds, came with the little Fawnes, 
 Tripping with fpeed, ouer the pleafant lawnes. 
 
 To heare how that, dame Natures new-come broodes, 
 Began to set, their fweet melodious notes, 
 With fugred tunes, amidft the leauie woodes, 
 Inchaunting muficke, through their pretty throats : 
 By whofe fweet ftraines, right well it might appeare. 
 The pride of Sommer, to be drawing neere. 
 
 Then bright Apollo, threw his radiant fmiles, 
 
 Into the lappes, of each delicious fpring. 
 
 Where Philomele, the weary time beguiles. 
 
 In grouie shades, fountaines inuironing : 
 The late bare trees, there fportiuely did growe, 
 With leauie fprigs on euery branch and bowe. 
 
 In garments green, the medows fayre did ranck it, 
 The vallies lowe of garments greene were glad, 
 In garments greene, the paftures proud did pranck it, 
 The daly grounds in garments greene were clad. 
 Each hill and dale, each bufh and brier were feene, 
 Then for to florifh, in their garments greene. 
 
 B Thus 
 
 6i 
 
Dolarnys Primero/e. 
 
 Thus as the medowes, forefts and the feelds, 
 In fumptuous tires, had deckt their daynty Hades 
 The florifhing trees, [that] wanton pleafure yeelds. 
 Keeping the funne, from out their fhadie fhades : 
 On whofe greene leaues, vpon each calmie day. 
 The gentle wind, with dallying breath did play. 
 
 The Oake, the Elme, the Alder and the Afhe, 
 
 Were richly clad, in garments gay and greene, 
 
 The Afpen trees, that oft the waters wafh, 
 
 In like arraiment, then were neatly feene : 
 The lou'ly Lawrell, precious, rich and faire, 
 With Odors fweet, did fill the holeseme ayre. 
 
 Their fpreading armes, their branches and their boughes 
 
 Were made a bower, for the pritty birds, 
 
 Where Philomele, did come to pay her vowes, 
 
 With fugred tunes, in fteed of wofull words : 
 Their lofty tops, of towring branches fayre, 
 Dampt with the muficke, of delicious ayre. 
 
 Whofe hawty pride, regarded mirth nor moanes, 
 But with ambition, view'd the fommer flowers, 
 Their labells hang'd with quiuering dew-pearld ftones. 
 Did reprefent, fpangles on am'rous bowers : 
 
 There grouy fhade, fuch pleafmg ayre did lend. 
 As doth on groues, and grouy fhades attend. 
 
 Vnweldy trees, gorgeous to behold, 
 Stood hand in hand, with branches all combining, 
 Their Gentle armes, each other did infold. 
 With luye fprigges, vpon their bodies climbing : 
 
 The more to breake, the hot reflexing rayes. 
 
 Of bright Apollo, in the fommer dayes. 
 
 Drawne 
 
 6z 
 
Dolarnys Primerofe. 
 
 Drawne by the pleafure, of delightfull ayre, 
 Thofe checkred borders, oft I did frequent, 
 And underneath, thofe fhadowes frefh and faire, 
 The weary time, oft wearily I fpent : 
 
 Where at the length, it was my chance to meete, 
 
 An aged man, whom I did kindly greet. 
 
 He myrror like, for nurture, difcipline, 
 Repay'd my words, with curteous kind regreeting, 
 Then drew we neere, a fayre-fpread-fhady pine, 
 Vnder whofe boughes, we folemniz'd our meeting : 
 
 Whereas long time, the time did not purfue. 
 
 But that familiar, in difcourfe we grew. 
 
 His aged wit, fo pregnant made mee mufe, 
 With courtly tearmes, and eloquence all flowing. 
 And fuch they were, that caufd me t'accufe. 
 Mine owne fo dull, that fpent my time nought knowing : 
 His tongue-fweet notes, ti'd mine eares in chaines, 
 So that my fenfes, were rauifht with his fi:raynes. 
 
 The fweeteft muficke, tuch'd with curious hand, 
 
 Whofe tones harmonious, bath's a lift'ning eare, 
 
 Forcing fierce Tygers, all amazed ftand, 
 
 Vnto his voyce compard, did harfhly iarre : 
 Which caufed me, with earneft fute to craue, 
 Some ftory from, his pleafmg felfe to haue. 
 
 Who neither graunted, nor denied the motion, 
 
 With pleafant fadneffe, ftood as in a mufe ; 
 
 Whilft I infnard, with his fo fweet deuotion, 
 
 Fixed mine eyes, his muteneffe to perufe : 
 
 But then his tongue, broke off his contemplation, 
 And thus began, difcourfe with inuocation. 
 
 B 2 O 
 
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Dolarnys Printerofe. 
 
 thou great guider, of the guideleffe nine, 
 With facred deaw, my witleffe wit infpire, 
 Water my fenfes, with thy Nedlar fine, 
 Rauifh my bread, with thy all hallowed fire : 
 
 So that my tongue, ftray not in fond delight, 
 But in his courfe, wonder thy mighty might. 
 
 When liuely bloud, did run within my veines, 
 
 1 tooke delight, to trauell here and there. 
 So much as then, my parents gaue my reins, 
 Vnto my felfe, to fee how I could beare 
 
 The fickle (lights, of Fortunes turning wheele, 
 Which like Silenus, drunkenly doth reele. 
 
 The fpring drew on, and youth did fill my pores, 
 
 Earneft defire, bred a (traying motion. 
 
 Within my breaft, to fee the Cambrian fhoares. 
 
 That boundes vpon, the all vntamed Ocean : 
 
 Where huge steep rockes, fhadeth each couert plaine, 
 Beaten with waues, from the Hiber[n]ian mayne. 
 
 And in a morne, when Phoebus faire did rife. 
 Out off his bed, the mountaines to difcouer, 
 Climbing the lofty greffes of the fkies, 
 With longing fteppes, to ouertake his louer : 
 
 My greedy eyes, defir'd to feed their fight, 
 
 Vpon the fweet'ft, of Cambriaes delight. 
 
 Then did I walke, toward thofe rifing hills, 
 Where carefull paftors, of their Kids were keeping, 
 Whil'ft lazie fwaynes, their fore-duld fenfes kills, 
 By entertayning, too much time with fleeping : 
 There did Paftoraes, with their roundelayes, 
 Paffe with delight, the fommer of their dayes. 
 
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 There might I fee, the lofty Cedar trees, 
 Fro branch to bough, where pritty birds were skipping, 
 Their honey leaues, did feede the bufie Bees, 
 Vnder whofe fhade, the milke white Does were tripping .• 
 Their fpreading armes, woare luie all combining. 
 Where might be scene, the nimble Squirrell climbing. 
 
 There did I fee, the valleyes where the flockes, 
 Of fearfuU Ewes, and tender Lambes were feeding, 
 The little fprings, that do runne by the rockes. 
 The leauy fhrubs, where pritty birds were breeding : 
 There Philomele, with fweet recording fills, 
 The plaines with muficke, ecchoing from the hilles, 
 
 I walkt along, that faire adorned field. 
 Till that I came, to a delicious fpring, 
 Whofe fmihng current, did fuch pleafure yeeld, 
 As fweet content, vnto content could bring ; 
 
 There did I reft, and ftay my felfe a while, 
 
 Some tedious howers, thinking to beguile. 
 
 For why } that fount, as pleafantly was plaft, 
 As if delight, fhould lodge betweene two paps. 
 Freed with content, from Boreas northern blaft, 
 Or as a Carpet, twixt two Ladyes laps : 
 
 Inuiron'd round, with their difplaying tresses, 
 Whofe amber fhade, that golden Carpet bleffes. 
 
 Faire quiu'ring mirtle, did ingirt the fpring. 
 With lefamins fweet, and flowring Eglantine, 
 Vnder whofe fhade, the pretty birds did fing. 
 Melodious ftraines, celeftiall and diuine : 
 
 With Delphian tunes, fuch as the mufes playes. 
 Filling the thickets, with their fweet delayes. 
 
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 The rouling pibbles, and the flinty ftones, 
 Were foftly by a fhallow current turned, 
 The murmering water, played with filuer ton's, 
 Loth to depart, and flaying running mourned : 
 Whofe trickling-chrifliall, muficke-sounding voice, 
 Into mine eares, did yeeld a pleafmg noyfe. 
 
 Such were the mirth, and pleafant harmony, 
 The Organ ayre, did gently feeme to make. 
 With dulcean ftraynes, of heauenly melody, 
 As once Mercurie whifpred by the Lake : 
 
 Whofe trembling breath, new defcants did deuise, 
 
 Till lunoes A rgus, clof 'd his hundred eyes. 
 
 The pritty birds, did beare a fweete record. 
 The bubling ftreames, the vnder-fong did keepe. 
 The dallying wind, fuch muficke did afford. 
 That almoft rockt, my fenfes faft a fleepe ; 
 
 And well neare cauf'd me, for to take a nappe, 
 
 As I lay mufmg, in yong Tellus lappe. 
 
 But then I heard, a fad lamenting voyce. 
 The which did cut, a paffage through the ayre, 
 And fild the woodes, with such a doleful! noife. 
 That all the groues, feem'd cloyed vp with care ; 
 Which forc'd me, from that place for to arife, 
 And clof'd againe, my well neere flumbring eyes. 
 
 Then drew I neere, a little rifmg rocke. 
 Where as the wanes, did dafh their high curld browes, 
 The birds and beafts, togither they did flocke. 
 Cooling themfelues, vnder thofe fhady boughes : 
 
 Which dangling hung, like to a golden fleece. 
 
 Over the head, of fayre Amphrifus neece. 
 
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 And vnderneath, a pleafant Hawthorne tree, 
 The which did grow, neere to that rockie hill. 
 There did I ftaiid, to liften and to fee, 
 The doleful! noyfe, the which the ayre did fill : 
 I ftayd not long, but well I might defcrie, 
 Whence did proceed, that wofull harmonye. 
 
 For neare that place, a ftately pine did grow, 
 Angerly fhaking, of his leaiiy crowne. 
 At whofe fterne feet, the humble fhrubs did bow. 
 Fearing the terrour, of his rugged frowne : 
 Vnder whofe armes, a wofull man did dwell, 
 The which did hold, that bower for his cell. 
 
 Where he did often, with lamenting cries, 
 Bewray the caufe, of all his woefull cares. 
 The which did feeme, to pierce the vaulty fkies. 
 And to diffolue, hard flints to brinifh teares : 
 
 To fill the woods, with noyfe as loud as thunder, 
 To fplitt hard rockes, and rend great trees afunder. 
 
 Whom when I did, with full afpedl behold, 
 I mufing ftood, his grieuous grones to heare. 
 His prayers were plaints, his fobs his folace told, 
 His myrth was moane, his cries were full of care : 
 With broken fighes, a thoufand times and more. 
 Thus he began, his forrowes to deplore. 
 
 Why did I breath ? why did I take the ayre .'' 
 
 Why did I fuck 1 why was I fed with milke ? 
 
 Why was I young } why was I counted faire ? 
 
 Why was I nurft ? why was I clad in filke } 
 Why did I Hue \ why dyed I not being yong .' 
 Why was I lul'd ">. why was I fweetly fung 'i 
 
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 What cruell planet, gouerned at my birth ? 
 
 What difmall ftarre, that day or night did fhine ? 
 
 What loathfome vapour, ouerfpread the earth, 
 
 Vpon that fad, natiuity of mine ? 
 
 Or did the hagges, with all their hellifh power, 
 Inchant, bewitch, or curfe that fatall houre ? 
 
 O had the Midwife, when fhe firft receiu'd me. 
 With nimble hand, my vitall powers ftopt, 
 Or had my nurfe, of liuing breath bereau'd me, 
 Thefe fields of forrpw, I had neuer cropt : 
 
 But both I fummon, with impartial! eye, 
 
 As Actors in, my wofull Tragedy. 
 
 Yet did I liue, full twenty fommers long. 
 
 In fprings of ioy, one running ouer other. 
 
 How then poore foules, could they ena6l my wrong ? 
 
 No 'twas not they, it was my fofter mother : 
 
 Fortune 'twas thee, that blyffefful men doft fpight, 
 Thou onely ftolfb from me, my hearts delight. 
 
 Thou tot'ring elfe, with euer turning wheele. 
 That firft did fet, mee foft vpon thy knee. 
 And gau'ft me all, thy bleffmgs for to feele. 
 What cauf'd thee thus, vnkind to loure on me } 
 No 'twas not Fortune, fhe was alwaies kinde 
 Filling my faile, ftill with a profperous winde. 
 
 Could any wretch, be then f 'infortunate. 
 As I poore foule, whom Fortune feem'd to guide .■' 
 No, fortune no, it was thy cruell hate. 
 The which for me, thefe forrowes didft prouide : 
 Thou art the wretch, thou art the beldame vile, 
 Thou didft my heauen, my heart, and hope exile. 
 
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 For when my yeares, had furnifht forth my youth, 
 And twenty times, the funne had chang'd his light, 
 Thou moft perfidious, wau'ring ftill in trueth, 
 My filly foule didft croffe, with cruel fpight : 
 And onely thou, by falfhood didfi: deceiue mee, 
 Of ioy and bliffe, thou didft at once bereaue mee. 
 
 Thy circled wheele, thou didft to me forth bring, 
 
 More richly deckt, then ere it was before, 
 
 Thou fetft me gently, on that fickle ring. 
 
 And gau'ft me pleafure in aboundant ftore : 
 
 With many fauours, ftill thou didft belay mee, 
 But with thy falfhood, ftill thou didft betray mee. 
 
 Thou drew'ft mee on, with loues intifing bayte, 
 To walke the pathes, where thou a net hadft laid. 
 With thoufand fnares, thou didft vpon mee waite, 
 Vntil I was, of all my ioyes betrayd : 
 
 To defperate dangers, thou didft eafly wile mee, 
 VVhilft from my life, and loue thou didft exile mee. 
 
 Then did this heauy, hermit feeming man, 
 Stand mutely ftill, but ftill he feem'd to moane, 
 His aged vifage, lookt both pale and wan, 
 His fadneffe he, redoubled with a groane : 
 
 He feem'd a while, vnto himselfe to mutter, 
 
 But yet no word, at al, I heard him vtter. 
 
 Vntill at length, him did I plainely fee, 
 A ftately pifture, in his hand to take. 
 The which I geft, a holy faint to be, 
 For that fo much, of it he feem'd to make : 
 
 He kift it oft, and hugd it as he lay, 
 
 And thus at length, to it began to fay. 
 
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 Fayre but vnkind, no kind : fie too too cruel, 
 Thirtie long years, with mee I haue thee borne, 
 Thrife ten yeares told, loues fire hath bene my fuel. 
 So long my heart, thy fayre imprint hath worne .• 
 
 If Nejlors yeares, thrife three times told I Hue, 
 
 My loue alone, to thee I freelie giue. 
 
 Tell mee my loue, tell mee, why did'ft thou leaue mee ? 
 
 Why to thy Loue, didft thou proue fo vnkind ? 
 
 Pardon my deare, was death that did deceaue mee, 
 
 Yet art thou toomb'd, for euer in my mind : 
 Then did he weepe, bewayling of his harmes, 
 And with thefe words, he luld it in his armes. 
 
 O had thefe armes, thy liuing corps imbrac'd. 
 But halfe fo oft, as now they have doone thee, 
 Thefe paths of forrow, I had neuer trac'd. 
 Nor died in thrall, but liu'd and died free ; 
 But fith thou liuing, wert not in my power. 
 He hugge thy fhadowe, till my lateft houre. 
 
 With which fad words, his grou'ling corps did fall, 
 With gaftly colour, fighs abound-Lamenting, 
 Which forc'd mee rew, his fad and wofull thrall, 
 with rufull pittie, and with teares relenting ; 
 I mou'd to ayde him, yet as loth to feare him, 
 I pauf 'd a while, before that I came neare him. 
 
 For that he then, began to moue his eyes. 
 His earth-like hands, his heauie troncke did rayfe. 
 His fighs did vault, into the dimmed fliyes. 
 His tongue forgat not how his loue to prayfe : 
 But fearing leaft, his fecrets fhould be fpied. 
 From out his bower, full fecretly he pried. 
 
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 Then with deepe fighs, he did agayne repeate, 
 The rare perfe6lions, of his long dead loue, 
 Her comly graces, and her gesture neat, 
 The which did feeme the fenfleffe ftones to moue ; 
 
 Which loue-fick plaints, my tongu's too weake to tel, 
 
 His penfiue paffions, did fo much excell. 
 
 Nor could a volume, copie his loues defcriptions, 
 That were diflodged, from his wo-fwolne heart, 
 For he recited, with true loues affeflions, 
 A thoufand times, each limme and Hneall parte : 
 All which by him, fo oft pronounced were. 
 That almoft dul'd, my fhallowe fenfe to heare. 
 
 Yet did his fweet, fophiftick forrows tie, 
 
 My Leaden pow'rs, in chaynes of lift'ning fteele, 
 
 With greedy ears, to fucke attentiuely, 
 
 His fugred fobs, the which I feem'd to feele : 
 
 For each fad ftraine, that from his lipps did paffe, 
 Bewrayd the birth-right, of his gentle race. 
 
 Then did he take, a fair delicious lute, 
 
 Whofe well tun'd ftrings, he touch'd with curious fkill, 
 
 Forcing his fingars, with a fwift purfute. 
 
 To ftrike the frets, of muficks ground at will ; 
 His nimble hand, guided by fupple veynes. 
 With heauenly pawfons, clof 'd his doleful ftreynes. 
 
 Not great Apolloes viol-founding laies. 
 That forc'd huge Tmolus, daunce with bulkey haire. 
 When filly Midas, rob'd him of his prayfe. 
 Might with the defcants, of his Lute compare .• 
 And with a tune, would moue a ftone to pittie, 
 He fadly figh'd, and fong this mournfull dittie. 
 
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 The Hermites fong. 
 
 YE hilles and dales, 
 Ye rockes and vales, 
 Beare witnejfe of my inoane : 
 Ye water nimphes. 
 And pritty Implies, 
 Come figh with ntee and groane. 
 
 Come ye Satyres, and ye Fawnes, 
 Come ye from the pleafant Lawnes : 
 From the groties, and Jhady trees. 
 On whofe Green leaiies, the humming bees, 
 Their thyes do fill, 
 A t their owne will, 
 A nd whereon flill. 
 With flittring wings, poore Progne flees. 
 
 Ye Fairy elues. 
 Come ye your fellies. 
 From out each hollow caue : 
 And Corridon, 
 Come thou alone, 
 Thy prefence I do craue : 
 
 For thy pipe coinfortingly, 
 Equalleth my harmony. 
 Mournfull Amyntas, now and thee 
 A re befl to beare me company : 
 
 For with confort, 
 We may report, 
 Our Loues extort. 
 With wofull flraines of melody. 
 
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 Ye Siluans all, 
 Both great and/mail, 
 come Lijlen to my greefe: 
 Ye kids and Lambs, 
 Come with your dams, 
 And bring me fame releefe: 
 
 Thou maide of Comes, come to me. 
 With aide in this my miferie, 
 And lead me once ^neas-like, 
 Vnto that vgly Stigian dike. 
 
 That I may mixe. 
 And yet prefixe. 
 Mine eye on Stix, 
 Where Cerberus litieth, that fowle tyke. 
 
 If that wearie, 
 Charons ferrie. 
 Will no wayes take mee in : 
 Vndoubting harmes, 
 With thefemine armes, 
 lie venture for to fwymme: 
 
 For fometimes his coaleblacke boate, 
 Rides not in that road afloate, 
 Iffo, I will in no wife flay, 
 Although vnto mine owne decay 
 
 In vnf earing pear's, 
 With arming oar's, 
 From, off the fltoars. 
 He qtdcklye pofl from thence away. 
 
 For if that I, 
 Should chance to die, 
 And in that Lake to wander : 
 Yetfhould I gayne, 
 On\e\ Lofty Jiraine, 
 
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 Aboue loue-drown' d Leander. 
 
 But if that well I Jhould pajfe, 
 Vgly Charons muddle place, 
 And happily to land me there, 
 Within that fair e celestiall fphere. 
 
 Then with fmall payne, 
 T fhould attaiue, 
 Elizianplaine : 
 Where my louefits crown' d in a chayre. 
 
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 When he had finifh't, vp his mournfull fong, 
 
 He lai'd his lute, downe by his weary fide, 
 
 Himfelfe he ftretcht, upon the graffe along, 
 
 And with fad wayling, thus agayne he cry'd : 
 How much avayles it, that my trauels farr, 
 Hath not worne out, the print of Cupides skarr ? 
 
 What Chriftian land, is it that hath not borne mee ? 
 
 What Hand was, not fubiefl to my fight ? 
 
 How many woods, and deferts ftiU do fcorne mee ? 
 
 But nothing yeelds, to mee my harts delight ; 
 From place to place, Defire my corps doth carry, 
 Which fame defire, there will not let me tary. 
 
 Then did he figh, then wept, then figh'd amayne. 
 Then wrung his hands, then cried, then croft his armes. 
 Then tore his haire, then groan'd, then wept againe, 
 Then with fad teares, he thus bewayld his harmes : 
 
 Padua farwell, my loue in thee doth lie. 
 
 Within thy wals, I loft my libertie. 
 
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 And Albion now, to thee my native home, 
 Where firft I did receaue my vitall breath. 
 After all paines, paine[d] to thee I come, 
 Within thy bounds, to giue myfelfe to death : 
 
 For fith my loue, my loue hath me forfaken, 
 
 My laft farewell, of Padua I haue taken. 
 
 But when alaffe, when fhall my forrows end ? 
 
 When fhall I ceafe, of Padua for to cry ? 
 
 When fhall I fee, fterne Atropos vnbend. 
 
 My wofuU threed, of fad calamitie ? 
 
 When fhall I leaue, in zealous cloake to ftand, 
 With loue-ficke cryes, to curfe both fea and land ? 
 
 O let mee neuer ceafe with hideous cryes. 
 With dolefull tunes, and horred exclamations. 
 To fend my'fighes, into the lofty fkies. 
 And pearce the Chaos, with my inuocations, 
 
 Vntil thefe eies, that fed their rauin'd fight : 
 
 Vpon ^geffa, be depriu'd of light. 
 
 Thou fullen earth, with Anger fownding wo. 
 Ye bleating fawnes, fhaded with fheltring twigs. 
 Ye murm'ring waters, that with teares oreflowe, 
 Ye chirping birds, that chant the dauncing fprigs : 
 
 Come all at once, your faddeft defcants bring. 
 
 My fayre .^geffaes, epitaphs to fmg. 
 
 Dead is my loue, dead are my hopes and loyes, 
 accurfed Fates, that of my loue bereft mee, 
 Curfl be al hopes, let hopes be hapleffe toyes, 
 For loue, and loy, hope, hap, and all hath left mee : 
 And I remaine, vnceffantlie to cry, 
 Still lyuing, ftill, ten thoufand deaths to die. 
 
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 O let mee curie that day, the time and hower, 
 When firft I left, faire Padua and my loue, 
 O let mee curfe, all gold and golden power, 
 By whofe fowle force, thefe vggly ftorms I proue : 
 
 let mee curfe, that time that I did gayne, 
 The name of Knight, to liue in hermites payne. 
 
 But O my Loue, my Loue, and only loy, 
 My fayre yEgeJJa, JEgeJfa lie come to thee, 
 More fayre then Helen, facke of ftatelie Troye, 
 Once more He come, to fewe, to court, to woo thee : 
 Now I will come, to thine immortall fhrine, 
 Where thou doll liue, triumphant and diuine. 
 
 Then why do I, thus linger here and there. 
 And feeke not out, the way t' Auernus caue ? 
 Wretch that I am, how can I thus forbeare. 
 Pining for want, of that which I would haue ? 
 
 1 Glaucus-like, do trauell day and night, 
 While fhe by Circe, is tranfformed quite. 
 
 Wherefore He go, like to that Thracian bold. 
 With this my lute, my iourney will I take, 
 Whofe fretts and firings, He frame of glitring gold. 
 Then Orphe-like, He croffe that muddie lake : 
 And thou fayre Pallas, and ye mufes nine, 
 My hand and tongue, guide with your pow'rs diuine. 
 
 Venus I craue, a helping hand of thee. 
 Safe to conduct mee, through the Lethean fenns, 
 And thy ripe wit, lend me fweet Mercury, 
 That I with eafe, may paffe that mierie Themmes : 
 So that blacke Charon, with his fwartie oares. 
 May fet mee fafe, on Demogorgons fhoar's 
 
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 Where Orphe-like, to Tenarus He go. 
 Which vgly gate, doth open towards the North, 
 There Cerberus fowle, doth make his triple fhowe, 
 There takes he in, but none he will put forth : 
 
 Ye fates vnreele, my lou's fad deftinie, 
 
 Or I will feeke, her with Perfephone. 
 
 With that he clof 'd, his hollowe wo-fwolne eyes, 
 And ftretcht his lims, along the fenfeleffe ground. 
 His gaftly vifage, pierft the vaultie Ikyes, 
 Sometimes his eyeballs, feem'd for to turne round : 
 With tortur'd groan's, then would he fadly gafpe. 
 With emptie palms, then did he weaklie grafpe. 
 
 Then did he lie, with quiu'ring legs and arms. 
 Then groueling craules, then feeblie fall againe, 
 Then as one ftrucke with magick fpelles and charmes, 
 There would he feeme, quite breathleffe to remaine : 
 Thus did he lie, thus did he fometimes welter. 
 But then flone ftill, the fhadows did him fhelter. 
 
 At which profpeft, I could no longer ftand, 
 
 But foone did runne, to helpe him in that cafe. 
 
 And water cold, I brought within my hand. 
 
 Wherewith I rubd, his pale and gaftly face : 
 I raifed him vp, then fet him downe againe. 
 Then puld him here, then thrufl him thence amayne. 
 
 At length a figh, mixt with a greeuous groane, 
 He fent to tell, fome life in him was left. 
 The which did moue, my very heart to moane, 
 For that fo much, of fenfe he was bereft : 
 
 Yet laboring flill, I mou'd him here and there, 
 
 Untill at leng[t]h, he afked who it were. 
 
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 That fo did wake him, from his quiet fleepe, 
 Which was fo much, vnto his hearts content : 
 With that he wept, but feeming not to weepe, 
 For feare that I, fhou'd relifli what it ment : 
 
 He wip'd his eyes, that were ore-flow'd with teares, 
 And feem'd to banifh, all his former cares. 
 
 Then vnto mee, thefe fpeeches he adreft, 
 How could you finde, my fiUie Hermits bower ? 
 You did not well, to wake mee from my reft. 
 For in two dayes, I fcarfe doo fleepe one houre ; 
 But that I am, a Hermit as you fee. 
 With good caufe, I might with you angrie be. 
 
 Alas (quoth I) good gentle father heare mee, 
 
 And let not anger, harbour in your breft. 
 
 Although you chide not, well your looks may feare mee, 
 
 For ages frownes, may breed a youthes vnreft : 
 
 Then if you pleafe, to heare what I fhall fay, 
 
 I will reueale, how I did chance this way. 
 
 And feeing you lai'd, as I you lying found. 
 Seeming quite breathleffe, in my iudgments eye, 
 With armes and legges, ftretcht forth vpon the ground, 
 Pitty did force, my harmleffe hand to trie : 
 
 As halfe amaz'd, the vn-approued doubt, 
 
 If Natures taper, were quite wafted out. 
 
 For furely fir, if accident fliould call mee, 
 Vnto a chance, fuch as this chance hath beene, 
 I tell you plaine, what hap fo ere befall mee, 
 The like effefl, in mee fliould fure be feene : 
 
 For why 1 I durft haue paund my neighbours head, 
 Your body had, from out this world beene dead. 
 
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 Thefe words I vttred, fomething fmilingly, 
 
 With hum'rous gefture, and a pleafing vaine, 
 
 Becaufe I would not, haue him willingly, 
 
 Thinke that I knew, aught of his wo and paine : 
 And truth to tell, I could no better make them, 
 Becaufe that he, could no wayes better take them. 
 
 For then he calmelie, did defire of mee, 
 To fhew what paftimes, I did moft imbrace. 
 What country man, and what my name might be. 
 And eke what chance, had brought mee to that place : 
 This did he aske, with words fo faire and coole. 
 As he his time, had fpent in Nurtures fchoole. 
 
 I not denying, of his kinde requeft. 
 With fad difcourfe, my name and country told. 
 And fome light toye, that harbored in my breft, 
 I did not let, to him for to vnfold : 
 
 But for the chance, that brought mee to that place. 
 
 Thus did I glofe it, with a brafen face. 
 
 Auroraes fpring, that ripes the golden mornes. 
 
 No fooner pried, ore the mountaines tops, 
 
 But that the Huntfmen, winded out their homes. 
 
 Calling the Dogs, into a grouie cops : 
 
 I follow'd on : at length there did appeare, 
 Rowf 'd from the wood, a luftie fallow Deare. 
 
 The hounds purfu'd : the huntfmens ecchoing noife, 
 Did feeme throughout, the fhadie groues to ring : 
 Vnskild of home, fcarfe with a huntfmans voice, 
 I follow'd ftill, to fee that nouell thing : 
 'Twere foll'in me, Therjites like to vaunt it, 
 But the huntfmen, and the hounds did chaunt it. 
 
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 The greeued hart, with teares bewayles his cafe, 
 
 The egar dogs, did lightly paffe the grounds, 
 
 A Paduan brach, was foremoft in the chafe. 
 
 For fhe did leade, the other crie of hounds .• 
 
 Which cauf 'd the hart, to feud with nimble heels, 
 Ore hills and dales, ore craggie bracks and fields. 
 
 Then did he fall, into a heard of deere, 
 
 Then to the foile, then to the heard againe, 
 
 Then in the woodes, he faintlye did appeere. 
 
 Then ore the mountaines, thence into a plaine : 
 And all this while, the houndes had not a checke. 
 But ftill did feeme, to take him by the necke. 
 
 And formoft ftill, that faire Italian hounde. 
 
 The which was thought, to be of Spartan kinde. 
 
 Of all the reft, fhe feem'd to gather ground. 
 
 For fhe did run, as fwift as any winde : 
 
 Which cauf 'd the deere, in's necke to laie his homes. 
 And fo to poft, through brambles, briers and thornes. 
 
 The huntfmen glad, to fee their fport fo good. 
 Did winde their homes, to courage vp their houndes. 
 The fillie deere, did haften to the wood. 
 The dogs full crye, did keepe a narrowe boundes : 
 So that fometimes, they feem'd his hanche to nipp, 
 Which cauf 'd him feeblie, from there gripes to flippe. 
 
 Ore bufhe and brier, the dogs did feeme to make him. 
 
 Bounce, leape, and fkippe, when he could fcarfely go. 
 
 I follow ftill, but could not ouertake him, 
 
 Yet did I croffe, and meete him to and fro : 
 Then in the groues, the houndes did ring apace, 
 with yelping voyces, in that folemne chace, 
 
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 Then here, then there, the ecchoing wood refounded. 
 Of thofe flirill notes, difplay'd with homes and hounds. 
 The noyfe whereof, into the fkies rebounded. 
 Throughout the hills, and all the daly grounds : 
 
 Which paftime rare, my tongue denyes to tell, 
 
 The hunting muficke, did fo much excell. 
 
 Then for to meete, the game a nearer way, 
 
 I walkt along, a dale hard by a fountaine. 
 
 Whereas a while, to drinke I there did ftay, 
 
 Then did I climbe, the top of yonder mountaine : 
 Where I might view, at large the vally grounds. 
 But could not heare, the huntfmen nor the hounds. 
 
 Then looking tow'rd, this little fhady plaine. 
 Like a yong huntfman, I began to call. 
 Whereas me thought, one anfwered me againe. 
 That feem'd my voyce, in his for to inftall : 
 
 I fomething angry, came along the ground. 
 
 But then I knew, it was an ecchoes found. 
 
 Thus hauing loft, the fport I came to fee, 
 And knowing not where, to feeke the fame againe, 
 My minde did with my weary legs agree, 
 Homeward to go, thorough this couert plaine : 
 Thus leaning off, the lufty red Deeres chafe. 
 It was my chance, to finde you in this place. 
 
 Then howfoere, I pray you pardon mee. 
 
 Were you afleepe, or were you in a fownd, 
 
 Or in a traunce, as fo you well might be. 
 
 But furely dead, you feem'd when I you found : 
 
 Chance is but chance, then for this chace excufe me, 
 Sith in my thoughts, I did no whit abufe ye. 
 
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 Thus haue I told you, all you did demand, 
 And more will tell you, if you do requeft it, 
 Ther's nothing lieth, within my powerleffe hand. 
 But age Ihall haue it, els I will deteft it : 
 
 Then afke and haue, ther's nought confifts in mee, 
 But you free owner, of the fame fhalbe. 
 
 Then did hee feeme, to cloake both wrath and loue. 
 The heate of one, did quench the others fire. 
 Where two extremes, in one doth feeme to moue. 
 It qualifieth, the hotneffe of defire ; 
 
 For neither mou'd, with loue nor fretfull fpleene, 
 Clad in thefe words, his fpeech was neatly feene. 
 
 Your curtefies, excel farre my desert. 
 My merits no way, can them counteruayle. 
 But if my loue, or aught within my heart, 
 Can equell them, I will in no wayes fayle : 
 
 But what you haue, in kindeneffe fhew'd to mee. 
 By mee fhall no wayes, vnrequitted bee. 
 
 For looke what nurture, doth by nature owe, 
 Vnto a ftranger, you haue fhewed to mee. 
 Then if that I, a ftranger fhould not fhowe, 
 Such curteous deeds, as might with yours agree : 
 Well might I gaine, my felf a fcandall crime, 
 And fhew miff-fpent, the trauells of my time. 
 
 But fith that now, the funne hath well neare paft, 
 His half dales courfe, climbing the loftie fphere, 
 And that long trauell, in your lims hath plaft, 
 Hungar and thirft, with hunting of the Deere : 
 Let me intreate you, with thefe cates of mine, 
 In this my bower, this once with mee to dine. 
 
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 I gaue him thankes, and feem'd right well content : 
 At which my words, the Hermit turn'd him round, 
 Vnto his fcrip, he then dire6lly went, 
 Taking a cloth, and fpread it on the ground : 
 And as his cloth, and cates he neatly layed, 
 With fmyling tearmes, thefe words to mee he fayd. 
 
 Sir, thinke not now, your felfe in towne or court, 
 For to bee'pamperd, with delicious fare. 
 For here remaynes, no pompe nor ftately port. 
 But thinke you here, inuiorn'd round with care : 
 Here vfe we not, our bellies for to fill, 
 But feed at neede, fterne hunger for to kill. 
 
 With thefe hee went, to fetch fome water in. 
 While I flood mufing, for to fee his fare. 
 For he had fet, a fkull for to begin. 
 Which would haue moou'd, a prodigall to care : 
 And right againft it, ftood an houre glaffe. 
 Where one might fee, how fwiftly time did paffe. 
 
 Then did he fet, an earthern pot of flowers, 
 Whofe colour cleare, was withered quite away, 
 Then did he fet, two other, whofe faire powers, 
 Seem'd to contayne, the pleafures of the day : 
 And then a booke, and then a little bell, 
 But what that ment, my fenfes could not tell. 
 
 No bit of meate, vpon the table flood, 
 
 But fome fewe rootes, the which alone did lie : 
 
 Alas thought I, this is but fimple food. 
 
 Yet for this once, I will not him deny : 
 
 But I will fit, and thinke I haue good meate, 
 That I may fee, how he thefe cates wil eate. 
 
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 Then with his pitcher, he came in againe, 
 
 Fill'd with fayre water, from a fountain cleare. 
 
 And purer farre, then filuer drops of raine, 
 
 That falleth in, the Aprill of the yeare : 
 
 Then with thefe words, he tooke mee by the hand, 
 You fee your fare, now doo not mufmg ftand. 
 
 But fit you downe, vpon thefe flowers by mee. 
 Although courfe fare, to dinner you fhall haue, 
 Yet fit I pray, and beare mee companye, 
 For nere good fare, was in a Heremits caue ; 
 
 Yet if that want, thereof your fenfe doth dull. 
 
 Our table talke, fhall furely fill you full. 
 
 Then fat I downe, vpon the carpet graffe, 
 
 Where after thankes, to God for that our meate. 
 
 He did begin, the dinner time to paffe. 
 
 With fad difcourfe, but not a bit did eate : 
 For in his hand, he tooke the dead mans fcul, 
 The which did feeme, to fill his ftomacke full. 
 
 He held it dill, in his finifter hand. 
 And turn'd it foft, and ftroakt it with the other. 
 He fmil'd on it, and oft demurely faund. 
 As it had beene, the head of his owne brother .• 
 Oft would h'haue fpoke, but fomething bred delay. 
 At length halfe weeping, thefe words did he fay. 
 
 This barren fcull, that here you do behold. 
 Why might it not, haue beene an Emperours head 1 
 Whofe ftore-houfe rich, was heap'd with maffy gold, 
 If it were fo, all that to him is dead : 
 
 His Empire, crowne, his dignities and all. 
 
 When death tooke him, all them from him did fall. 
 
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 Why might not this, an Empreffe head haue beene, 
 Although nowe bare, with earth and crooked age ? 
 Perhaps it was, the head of fome great Queene, 
 Vertuous in youth, though now fpoil'd with earths rage : 
 
 Well if it were, fo rich a treafure once, 
 
 Now tis no more but ratling gaftly bones. 
 
 Say that it were, the head of fome great man. 
 That wifely fearcht> and pri'd out euery caufe. 
 And that inuented, eu'ry day to skanne, 
 The deep diftinftions, of all forts of laws : 
 
 And fometimes fo, cut off his neighbours head, 
 
 Why if it were, himfelfe is now but dead. 
 
 And might it not, a Lady fometimes ioye, 
 T'haue deckt, and trim'd, this now rainbeaten face, 
 With many a trick, and new-found pleafing toye .' 
 Which if that now, fhe did behold her cafe : 
 Although on earth, fhe were for to remaine, 
 She would not paint, nor trimme it vp againe. 
 
 Why might not this, haue beene fome lawiers pate. 
 The which fometimes, brib'd, brawl' d, and tooke a fee, 
 And lawe exafled, to the higheft rate ? 
 Why might not this, be fuch a one as he ? 
 
 Your quirks, and quillets, now fir where be they } 
 
 Now he is mute, and not a word can fay. 
 
 Why might not this, haue garnifht forth fome dame, 
 Whofe fole delight, was in her dog and fanne. 
 Her gloue-s, and mafke, to keepe her from the aime. 
 Of Phebus heate, her hands or face to tanne .• 
 
 Perhaps this might, in euery fort agree, 
 
 To be the head, of fuch a one as (hee. 
 
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 Or why not thus, fome filthie pander flaue, 
 That breaker like, his foule doth fet and fell, 
 Might not haue dyed, and in an honeft graue. 
 After his death, gone thether for to dwell : 
 
 And I come there, long after he were dead, 
 
 And purchafe fo, his filthy panders head. 
 
 Or fay 'twere thus, fome three chind foggie dame. 
 The which was fo, but then a bawd was turn'd, 
 And kept a houfe, of wanton Venus game, 
 Vntill fuch time, her chimneis all were burn'd : 
 And there fome one, with Gallian fpice well fped, 
 May dye of that, and this might be her head. 
 
 But O I runne, I runne too farre aftray. 
 And prate and talke, my wits quite out of doore. 
 Say 'twere a King, Queene, Lord, or Lady gay, 
 A Lawyer, Minion, Pander, or a whore : 
 
 If it were noble, t'v/ere not for mee to creake on. 
 
 If it were bafe, it were too vile to fpeake on. 
 
 But what fo ere it was, now 'tis but this, 
 
 A dead mans fcull, vfurped from his graue, 
 
 Yet doo I make it, ftill my formoft difh. 
 
 For why ? 'tis all the comfort that I haue : 
 In that I may, when any dine with mee, 
 Shew what they were, and eke what they fhall bee. 
 
 Then on the cloath, he fet it downe againe. 
 And with a figh, hart-deepe with halfe a groane. 
 Which drew fait teares, from out his eyes amaine, 
 Although he cloak'd them, with a prittie moane : 
 Well fir quoth he, although your chear's not great. 
 This is the fawfe, you fhall haue to your meate. 
 
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 Which I no nigard, wifh you not to fpare, 
 Although it be an ill digefting meate, 
 Yet fuch it is, that we muft knowe and heare, 
 Though wee not that, yet that our Hues will eate : 
 And who foere, within my bowre fhall dine, 
 Shall tail this fawfe, ere any cates of mine. 
 
 Then did hee giue mee of his rootie foode. 
 
 And bad mee eate, and hee tooke of the fame, 
 
 Hee eate thereof, affirming it were good. 
 
 But I to tafle it, knew not how to frame : 
 And yet becaufe, that I was hunger-beaten, 
 I chaw'd a bit, and feem'd as though I had eaten. 
 
 Then did he take, his pitcher in his hand. 
 And courteoufly, did proffer drinke to mee, 
 I wil'd him drinke, and I at his commande, 
 Nexte tafter of, that fame his drinke would bee : 
 
 Hee dronke thereof, and after fo did I, 
 
 And fett the pott, vpon the ground vs by. 
 
 Then in his hand, he tooke the houre glaffe. 
 And thefe like words, to me he did bewraye : 
 Behold faith he, how here the time doth paffe, 
 Tread you vpright, or go you quite a ftray .• 
 
 Here may you fee, how fwift your time doth runne. 
 
 And ceafeth not, vntill your life be done. 
 
 This glaffe euen now, was full of flipery fand. 
 This glaffe even now, was like the prime of youth, 
 This glaffe euen now, was fill'd with plentyes hand. 
 Only in this, you may behold Times truth : 
 Here you may fee, that time is alwayes Aiding, 
 This is a mirrour, of fickle tim[e]s abiding. 
 
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 See how it glides, fee, fee, how faft it runne, 
 
 Say a good hfe, vpon this time did dwell, 
 
 wer't not too foone, his houre fhould be come, 
 
 If hee in vertue, others did excell ; 
 No, were he Mofes, Dauid or Salotnon, 
 His time thus come, his life muft needs be gon. 
 
 Now 'tis full out, the lampe hath burn'd the oyle, 
 
 This houres funne, within this glaffe is fet. 
 
 Were this a man, he now were free'd from toyle. 
 
 All earthly labors, now he would forget : 
 And as this fand, within this glaffe lie ftill. 
 So fliould the earth, his breathleffe body hill. 
 
 Without more words, the glaffe he did fet downe, 
 And tooke two potts, of flowers in his hands, 
 Hee knit his browes, and feemed for to frowne, 
 Yet of the vertues, thus at length he fkans : 
 Thefe with'red flowers, were as faire as thefe, 
 And thefe faire flowers, wilbe as foule as thefe. 
 
 This pot of flowers, that dead and with'red be, 
 In prime of fhew, but yefterday were growing, 
 Their blafted lookes, thus faded as you fee, 
 Were yefterday, both pleafant frefli and flowing .• 
 What wee are all, by thefe wee may deuine. 
 When death fhall cut, our thred and fatal! line. 
 
 And thefe faire flowers, that now fo faire doo feeme, 
 
 Whofe powers were fofter'd, with this mornings deaw, 
 
 Their gaudy time, as I do iufhly deeme. 
 
 Is nigh halfe fpent, as triall fliall proue true : 
 For ere their lookes, the morrow light (hall fee, 
 Their pleafant hewe, full with'red off fhalbe. 
 
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Dolarnys Primerofe. 
 
 Thefe faded flowers, are like vnto the man, 
 The which cold dead, vpon the ground doth lie, 
 With gaftly colour, vifage pale and wan. 
 And many mourners, him attended by .• 
 
 His life thus gon, his body nothing craue, 
 
 But to be hid, within an earthly graue. 
 
 The with'red flowers, then he did fet downe. 
 And tooke the flowers, equall to the other, 
 Which when they were, each one by other fhowne, 
 Scarfe could I deeme, the on's hew from the other : 
 
 But that the laft, in's right hand he did hold, 
 
 The firft of them, his left hand did infold. 
 
 Then with fad lookes, he figh't and thus befpake. 
 Behold thefe flowers, a paradox in yeares : 
 With fuch remorfe, thefe fpeeches from him brake, 
 That he did partly, fmother them with teares : 
 Behold (quoth he) the man that Hues in payne, 
 And eke the man, that doth in ioye remayne. 
 
 Thefe flowers (quoth he) his right had flowers meaning. 
 Doth reprefent, the life, of happie men. 
 The which with vertue, in their bounds conteining. 
 Do leade their Hues, that none may looke agen : 
 
 Whofe humane courfe, no man hath euer feene. 
 
 To be corrupt, with fretful ire or fpleene. 
 
 Thefe flowers are like, the man who from his youth, 
 Hath led his life, in pathes of vpright wayes, 
 Th'are like to him, that flrayth not from the truth, 
 But Hues in goodneffe, all his youthfuU dayes : 
 
 Th'are like to him, whofe yeares doo not decay. 
 
 But Hueth young, vntill his lateft day. 
 
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 Thefe flow'rs (quoth he,) were cropt two days ago, 
 
 But yet doo keepe, their perfefl colour ftill, 
 
 The water is the caufe why they doe fo, 
 
 For why ? brim-full, this fmall pot I did fill : 
 So looke where vertu's, fiU'd with fweet content, 
 There life or colour, will not foone be fpent. 
 
 Yet euen as beauty, from thefe pretty flowers. 
 Though moiftly kept, at length wil quite confume, 
 So fhall that man, who hath with all his powers, 
 Decked him felfe, in vertues fweet perfume : 
 
 For though he feeds, long on moift vertues breath. 
 Yet at the length, he yeelds himfelfe to death. 
 
 Then did he looke, vpon his left hand flowers, 
 Alaffe (quoth he,) me thinks I fee you fade. 
 The drouth of wo, confumeth all your powers, 
 Y'are burnt with heat, though always kept in fhade ; 
 For euen as care, like fire confumes a man, 
 So drouth in fhade, your beauteous colours tanne. 
 
 Thefe flow'rs are like, the willfull prodigall. 
 
 That vnthrift-like, fpendeth his youthfuU dayes. 
 
 Mounting vp fl:ill, euen fodenly to fall. 
 
 By in direfling, of his willfull wayes : 
 
 His riotous life, his toyes and lauifh tongue. 
 Makes him looke old, when that he is but young, 
 
 Th'are like to him, that wantons it abroad. 
 
 With midnight reuills, kept in Venus court. 
 
 Sparing no coft, but lai'th on golden loade. 
 
 And in a brothell, keeps [his] Lordly port :, 
 
 But when his purfe, and vaynes are all drawn drye. 
 Though he's but young, he lookes as he would die. 
 
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 Th'are not vnlike, a vertuous nurtur'd child, 
 
 The which did flowrifh, in his tender yeares, 
 
 But got the reines, grows headftrong proud and wilde, 
 
 Till all his graine, is turn'd to frutleffe tares : 
 
 Then full of care, he leaues his foolifh ioy, 
 
 And looks like age, when he is but a boie. 
 
 Good fir (quoth he,) thus haue I to you fhowne. 
 The vertu's of, thefe feuerall forts of difhes, 
 My glaffe and flowers, you the taft haue knowne. 
 Although not fiU'd, with flefh nor dayntie fifhes : 
 
 And with thofe words, he did fet downe the flowers, 
 
 Feeding againe, for to reuiue his powers. 
 
 Not paft two bits, the filly man did eate. 
 When in his hand, he tooke the booke and bell. 
 And thus of them, began for to intreat, 
 Whilft droping teares, from his fad eies befel : 
 
 This booke (quoth he) a mans fhape feems to haue. 
 And this the bell, that cals him to his graue. 
 
 This Little booke, prefents the life of man. 
 
 Wherein is wrap'd, the fubftance of his foule. 
 
 Which be it frefh, or be it pale or wan, 
 
 T' muft feparate, when as this bell doth toule : 
 How vertuous, bad, or pure foere it be, 
 When death doth call, foule muft from body flee. 
 
 Within this booke, doth fpring the well of life. 
 Which fountaine cleare, giues drinke to al that craues it, 
 Heare li'th the fword, that ends all Kindes of fbrife, 
 Deny'd to none, but all that feeks it haue it : 
 
 And they that vfe, this fword, or water cleare, 
 
 This bells alarum, need not for to feare. 
 
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 Within this booke, good men renew their fight, 
 When as they bathe, their liquid veines therein : 
 To heare this bell, it doth their foules delight. 
 They feare not death, they force him not a pin : 
 
 For when fterne death, thinkes moft their foules t'anoy, 
 This is their fliield, they thinke him but a toy. 
 
 This booke (quoth he) fhould Vfurers behold, 
 And foule vfurpers, of their neighbours land, 
 That robs the poore, and heapes vp hoordes of gold. 
 To note it well, they would amazed ftand : 
 
 And from thofe lands, and bagges of money fall, 
 For fear this Bell, to Limbo fhould them call. 
 
 If drunkards, gluttons, or lafciuious men, 
 Would deeply diue, into this fmall bookes lines. 
 Their owne black leaues, they would turne ore agen. 
 And foone bewaile, their monfter-like fpent times .• 
 Arming themfelues, with this, the fcourge of hell, 
 Leaft they fhould feare, the tolling of the Bell. 
 
 Or if that they, who fwell with haughty pride, 
 Within this booke, fhould make their looking-glaffe. 
 Or if falfe theeues, fhould here their fhares diuide. 
 And view it well, before they hence did paffe : 
 Pride and Celeno, they would both go pray. 
 For feare this Bell, to hell fhould them conuay. 
 
 But if a good, and vertuous lining man. 
 Should chance to prie, within this little booke, 
 He neede not feare, for he already can, 
 The calmie lines with faire digefture brooke : 
 If death him call, he doth him flraight defie. 
 Only he knowes, from this world he mufl dye. 
 
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 This Bell prefents, the Crier of a Court, 
 
 The which in time, doth call both good and bad : 
 
 Each man thereto, muft duly make refort, 
 
 For when he calles, an anfwer muft be had : 
 
 And when pale death, fhall fhut vp all our powers, 
 The dolefull bell, doth ftrike our lateft houres. 
 
 With which fad words, he fet them on the cloath, 
 Now fir (quoth he) y'haue tafted all my fare, 
 The which to fhew, to fome I would be loath. 
 But fpeake I pray, how doo yee like this cheere : 
 Well : but mee thinkes, 'tis ill digefting food. 
 No fir quoth he, 'tis pleafant fweet and good. 
 
 For if a Prince, fhould chance to come this way, 
 And in mine Arbour, fit as now you doo, 
 Thefe cates and cheere, to him I would forth lay. 
 And pray him looke, and tafte vpon it too : 
 
 And would not let, his pardon for to craue. 
 
 To tell him this, doth reprefent his graue. 
 
 Or if a Queene, with all her courtly traine. 
 
 Of ftates and peeres, of Lords and Ladies gay. 
 
 Should come within, this little fhadie plaine, 
 
 And in the Cell of poore Maluchus ftay : 
 
 What fhould detaine, my tongue it might not tell, 
 They muft not aye, in earthly pleafures dwell ? 
 
 Let all the Lawyers, lodg'd within new Troy, 
 And all the dames, that mincing minions are, 
 The pandar flaues, and ftrumpets, feeming coye, 
 Come here to mee, and none of them lie fpare : 
 But tell them all, and that with fmall offence, 
 Their time will come, and that they muft pack hence. 
 
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 If miftreffe Maudlin, with her golden locks, 
 Whofe lemman knowes, his well-grift-forked browes, 
 Or miftreffe Maukin, who fate twife i'th ftocks, 
 Should vndermine, thefe Hermit-fhading bowes : 
 I would not let, their perfon thus to greete, 
 Amend, your end, is but a winding fheete. 
 
 Let them that fpend, the flower of their time, 
 The Venus wanton, and the prodigall. 
 Who doo not take, the funne while it doth fhine, 
 But let it paffe, and thinke not of their fall : 
 
 Let them come here, but once and dine with mee, 
 And here He tell them, what their end fhall bee. 
 
 Let thofe that hoard vp gold and filuer flore. 
 And neuer thinkes, to part from it againe, 
 But flerue poore Orphans, at their wretched dore. 
 And filHe foules, for want thereof are flaine : 
 Let them looke here, here fhall they plainly fee, 
 At their laft houre, what their beft end fhall bee. 
 
 Let pride, and theft, and glutton-drunkenneffe, 
 
 And all the tribe, of mifcreant demeanour, 
 
 With all lafciuious, folly and exceffe, 
 
 Repaire to this, my little fhadie bower .• 
 
 And tafl:e this fare, as you haue done with mee. 
 Then fhall they know, what their befl end fhall be. 
 
 Yet fir, quoth he, farre be it from your heart. 
 That you fhould take, a bad conceipt herein, 
 But of my words, and cheere receiue a part. 
 And thinke you welcome, to this homely Inne : 
 Nor doo I fpeake it, but that you fhould gaine. 
 Some pleafure by your long fpent time and paine. 
 
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 But now I fee, an houre is fully fpent, 
 Since we fat downe, within this homely place, 
 Wherefore if you, be therewithal! content, 
 Weele end our dinner, with a thankful! grace : 
 Which being done, if that you pleafe to ftay. 
 We will difcourfe, to fpend this Summers day. 
 
 I was content, the dutie was effected, 
 The borde was drawne, and all was laid afide. 
 Each on his feate, in fhadow fweet elected. 
 And then the Hermit, thus his fpeech did' guide : 
 Good fir (quoth he) now doo I call to minde, 
 The Paduan brach, that was of Spartan kinde. 
 
 I pray you tell mee, doo you know her maister, 
 I aske, not that a Huntfman I would be, 
 But that I heard you fay fhe did runne fafler, 
 Then all the hounds, in that wood founding crye : 
 Faine would I know, him that in Padua ought her, 
 And eke the man, that into Albion brought her. 
 
 I blufht to heare him name the dogge againe. 
 That I had nam'd, but neither feene, nor found, 
 For why .' the hunting was a morall plaine, 
 Himfelfe the Hart, his loue the Paduan hound : 
 
 Yet that I might proteft my felfe from fhame, 
 
 Thus vnto him, an anfwer I did frame. 
 
 Sir, that faire brach, a curteous Knight doth keepe. 
 Who in his armes, will hugge the tatling elfe. 
 And in his bofome, fuffers her to creepe, 
 So that the Ape, growes curft, and bites himfelfe : 
 
 And wer't not that I fhould be thought to glory, 
 
 Of them I could difcourfe a pretty ftorie. 
 
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 No fir, quoth he, if that you pleafe to tell, 
 That faire difcourfe, deriu'd from Italy, 
 I cannot thinke, that glory vaine doth dwell, 
 Within that breft, where vertue feemes to lie : 
 Nor will I fuffer you to take the paine, 
 Vnleffe by lott, you doo the place attaine. 
 
 For that from Padua, I did late returne, 
 And with thefe eyes, I fadly did behold, 
 A fight, the which doth caufe me yet to mourne. 
 The which my tongue, did neuer yet vnfold : 
 Wherefore by lot, we may difcerne right well. 
 Which of vs two, the firft difcourfe fliall tell. 
 
 The lots were caft, the Hermits was the charge, 
 He muft prepare, to tell the firft difcourfe. 
 When I did thinke, that I fhould heare at large. 
 His loue-fick paflions, fighed with remorfe : 
 But he as one, that reueld in difpaire, 
 Began his Romaine ftorie to declare. 
 
 The Hermites Difcourfe. 
 
 WHere grifly cares, floweth vntamed tides, 
 Within the Ocean of a penfiue breft. 
 There forrowes fhip, ftill at an anchor rides, 
 Beaten with waues, of boiling thoughts vnreft : 
 Whole ftormes of fighes, againft that fhip is fent, 
 Vntill her heart-worne tacklings all are rent. 
 
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 For when my hart, began to harbour griefe, 
 
 And that my thoughts, had entertayned wo, 
 
 In deferts wilde, I fought to finde releefe. 
 
 And path-les paths, my vncouth fteps did know : 
 Vntill at length, I did behold and fee, 
 Each fenfeleffe creature, boyftrous ftormes did flee. 
 
 The ftormes did force the Lyon leaue his pray, 
 The wily Fox, to haften to his hoale, 
 The ftormes did force, the Wolfe to houle and bray, 
 The hinde to fteale, to couert with her foale, 
 
 The ftormes did force, th'Antilop for to hide her. 
 
 In fhelters fafe, condu6led by the Tiger, 
 
 The vgly Beare, vnto her whelps did runne. 
 
 The briftled Bore, retired from his food, 
 
 The bounfmg Doa, vnto the brakes did come. 
 
 The fearefuU hare, did haften to the wood : 
 And all the beafts, that natures art did mould. 
 Some harbour fought, to keepe them from the cold. 
 
 Then did I likewife, to my Chamber go, 
 Whofe walls were painted, with oreflowing teares, 
 Mixt with the colour, of diftreffe and wo, 
 Drawne out with knots, of hopeleffe griefe and feares : 
 My bed of forrowe, I had lately bought, 
 My fheets with fighes, moft fumptoufly were wrought. 
 
 My bolfter, fill'd, with fad lamenting groanes, 
 My pyllowe, all imbrodred ore with care. 
 My blanckets, framed full of wayling moanes. 
 My couering, imboffed with difpaire .• 
 
 Thus was my Chamber, deckt on euery fide. 
 
 With wo and griefe, wherein I did abide. 
 
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Dolarnys Primerofe. 
 
 Where I had time, and place inough to mourne, 
 With fainting teares, there might I feaft my fill, 
 There might my fighs, redoubled well returne, 
 From hollow vaults, and ev'ry little hill : 
 There to my felfe, my felfe was left aloane. 
 None left to heare, the tenure of my moane. 
 
 For if there had, perhaps they would but fmile, 
 And laugh, and fcoffe, at my fad foules lament. 
 Where, with the fighs, that I did time beguile, 
 Would fhake great hilles, or ftony rockes haue rent : 
 But fuch they were, as to my felfe were eafmg, 
 Content my minde, and to my felfe were pleafing. 
 
 Ten thoufand fighs, I fent to fill the aire. 
 When from the aire, I fuckt them vp againe, 
 A thoufand times, I did repeate my care, 
 When flill my care, did with my felfe remaine : 
 I figh'd, I fobd, and weeping, hands did wring, 
 And fometimes fong, my woes with fonnetting. 
 
 But after that, I had my felfe tormented. 
 With horred groanes, whereon I daylie fed. 
 So that the rugged, breathleffe ftones lamented, 
 I wrapt my felfe, in that care couer'd bed : 
 
 Where thus my thoughts, did meditate on griefe. 
 Not knowing how, nor where to finde releefe. 
 
 The malecontent, is wayted on with wo, 
 The Louers life, is care ore-guilt with ioyes. 
 The penitent, his breft with fobs doth flowe, 
 Shedding out teares, his penfiue foule auoydes : 
 Sighes at a beck, to each of them do fall. 
 Sorrow doth fit, attending on them all. 
 
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 The malecontent, he neyther eates nor fleeps, 
 
 But meditates, vpon he knowes not what, 
 
 His daring eies, vpon the earth ftill peepes. 
 
 But what he feekes, his fenfes quite forgat : 
 His fuUen thoughts, doth feede on bitter gall, 
 Moft is his mirth, where greateft is his thrall. 
 
 Farre more hee labours, in his troubled minde. 
 Then all the Plough-men, in a thoufand feelds. 
 His harueft reapt, when feafons are moft kinde, 
 Leffe is his gaine, then leaft of all their yeelds : 
 Hee thinkes his ftate, is happier then many, 
 Yet loues, nor hates, nor feares, nor cares for any. 
 
 His life he loues, as men loues fommers fnowe, 
 
 For life and death, are both to him all one, 
 
 A hfe to death, he's fure that he doth owe, 
 
 Hee death imbraceth, ere that his life is gone : (him) 
 
 With this his vayne, hee thinkes the Gods haue bleft 
 And in this vaine, he go'th a while to reft him. 
 
 The Louer fad, I moane with kinde remorfe, 
 For why .■' I knowe no furgeon can him cure, 
 His vnfeene wounds, are of fo ftrange a force, 
 That liuing long, no wight can them indure : 
 He's frizing hotte, and liuing alwayes dead, 
 Difpayring hopes, and loofmg thinkes him fped, 
 
 He's well yet ficke, and knowes not wher's his griefe. 
 He's burning cold, he hath and yet he fkants, 
 He's feeking ftill, though neuer findes releefe. 
 His heart feemes pleaf 'd, yet that he wifh he wants, 
 Twixt two extremes, his fhip is alwayes fayling, 
 He thinkes him fped, when all his baits are fayling. 
 
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 Hee mourning fings, hee fmiles in forrow fad, 
 Hee dying lines, and lines by alwaies dying, 
 Hee nought inioyes, yet with his nothing glad, 
 Hee ftill purfewes, where hee fees nothing flying : 
 His reftleffe pangs, would make a world to wonder. 
 Yet drowfie fleep, doth force him to a flumber. 
 
 The penitent, that doth in anguifh payne, 
 Hee finking, fwims in gulfes of deepe difpaire, 
 In fhade he fitts, his funne doth fildome fliine, 
 His drinke is wo, his meate is clogged care : 
 Hee hopes, he feares, and thus in hoping ioyes, 
 Hope makes him glad, but fearing him annoyes. 
 
 To vncouth places, he doth alwayes hant, 
 His penfiue confcience, wills him there to wander, 
 His tort'red body, feemes to feele more want, 
 Then for his Hero, did loue-drown'd Leander : 
 
 No defert darke, nor pleafant lawne long holds him. 
 
 But weary flill, his iuie armes infolds him. 
 
 He fighing peeps, from earth vnto the fkies. 
 Then wofull lookes, from Ikie to earth againe. 
 From earth he came, in heauen his comfort lies. 
 Thus on he walkes, twixt mutuall ioy and paine : 
 In darkfom night, nor yet in pleafmg day, 
 His life nere ftands, at one contented ftaye. 
 
 Well do I know, the teares and bitter moane, 
 The penitent, doth vtter with his wayling. 
 For in that griefe, I feele my felfe as one, 
 That haue a fhip, within that Ocean fayling : 
 
 And hope at length, with others that have ftore, 
 
 To bring my fhip, vnto a happy fhore. 
 
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Dolarnys Primerofe. 
 
 Thus did I lie, with fundry meditations, 
 Thus were my thoughts, with diuers changes led. 
 Which mufmgs were, my chiefeft confolations, 
 Till drowfie fleepe, was hanging in my head : 
 
 Which then began, my fenfes to furprife, 
 
 Binding the deawie clofures of mine eies. 
 
 But flumber foft, no fooner had inclof 'd. 
 
 The watry windows, of my wofull eies, 
 
 When as mee thought, a champion bold oppof 'd. 
 
 My fleeping fenfes, with fad miferies ; 
 
 Whofe warhke lims, in iron rough were girt. 
 The which defcry'd, the courage of his heart. 
 
 His burgonet, his vaunbrace and his fheeld. 
 
 Were framed all, of fire tempered fheele, 
 
 With golden ftarres, amid a fable feeld, 
 
 Whofe maffie fubftance, I did feeme to feele .■ 
 Fixt was his beauer, voy'd of plumie fanne. 
 Or quainte deuife, vpon his helme to ftande. 
 
 At which dread fight, my fenfes were amazed. 
 Though drowfie winkes, did rock them ftill afleepe, 
 Mine eies did feeme to wake, and waking gazed. 
 Yet heauie flumbers, clofly did them keepe : 
 
 But then his voice, that feem'd my heart to fhake, 
 Vnbound his tongue, which then thefe words befpake. 
 
 Awake, awake, ye winged wits of Rome, 
 Your flying fancies, wrapt in fiery ayre, 
 Sing lulius worth, Agricola intoombe, 
 Your fpirits high, clofed in manfions faire. 
 
 Too long haue flept, in Loues delicious awe. 
 
 Forgetting flill, your kind Agricola. 
 
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Dolarnys Primerofe. 
 
 But where am I ? or where doe I declare, 
 
 My wofull name, with proftrate invocations ? 
 
 What fhall my forows, pearce an Albions eare ? 
 
 And fright poore Padua with my exclamations ? 
 No : let me firft, from faire Elizea fal, 
 And choake the deep'ft infernall with my thrall. 
 
 O no ; let Rome, let Rome fucke vp mine anguifh, 
 Let Rome, the mother of my infants yeares, 
 Swell with my fighs, in which my foule ftill languifli, 
 Let Rome, difolue her felfe with dolefuU teares .* 
 
 Let Roman Poets, fmg great lulius name, 
 
 With blazing trophees, of eternall fame. 
 
 But they are gone, from Romes terreftiall verges, 
 whofe mufe admir'd, were crown'd with quiu'ring bales, 
 O they are dead, that fhould haue fong my derges. 
 With dolefuU langours, and diftrefffull layes : 
 He liu's in bliffe, that fimg the warres of Troye, 
 Dead is the fwayn, that told of Phillis ioye. 
 
 Yet doth he Hue, eternized with glory. 
 That fweetly fung renowmed Scipioes warres. 
 He Hues that told .^Emillaes lafting ftory, 
 Mixt with Anthonius and 06lauius iarres : 
 
 A thoufand more, doo Hue, whofe fames doe ring, 
 
 Yet none of dead Agricola will fmg. 
 
 Wherefore fith I, of force am fummon'd here. 
 
 The ftorie of my wofull dayes to tell. 
 
 And Rome denies, to lend her liftning eare. 
 
 Attend Maluchus, and with forrows fwell. 
 That Albion faire, may wayle my tragedy. 
 Which fleeping, waking, thou fhalt heare of mee. 
 
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Dolarnys Prinierofe. 
 
 When great Vefpafian, wore the diadem, 
 
 Of Romes large Empire, and with conquering hand, 
 
 Had wonne the wals, of faire lerufalem, 
 
 Whofe ftately towers, were at his command : 
 
 The Romes fweet aire, my youngling dales did nuroifh, 
 Her ne6lar pappes, my infancie did cherifh. 
 
 Where, whilft my years, were tender, foft and young, 
 
 In learnings cradle, I was lai'd to fleepe. 
 
 My carefull tutor, ore mee fweetly fung. 
 
 And I fome ftraines, of his did note and keepe : 
 
 Efteeming them, fo highly in my power. 
 
 That I did hug them, till my lateft houre. 
 
 Then did I frame, my tongue to courtly charmes. 
 And how to tread, the diftance of a dance. 
 And then I pradtif 'd, how to manage armes, 
 To toffe a pike, and how to weeld a lance : 
 
 Then with found rackets, clofe within a wall, 
 
 I nimbly learn'd, to toffe a tenniffe ball. 
 
 To hunt a deere, I fomtime tooke delight. 
 
 And fometime fee, the lightfote hare to play. 
 
 And fometime with an egar fawlcons flight, 
 
 I would confume, the weary longfome day : 
 A foamng fteed, then would I learne to pace. 
 And fwallow-fwift, runne him a double race. 
 
 Then in a ring, I would him gently trot, 
 
 A full cariere, then did I learne to make. 
 
 Then to curuet, then for to gallop hot. 
 
 Then ftop him quick, that he new breath might take : 
 Then on his creft, my flattring palme would Aide, 
 The more to cheere, his hot couragious pride. 
 
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 At Tilt and Tourney, then did I learne to ride, 
 With clattring fhockes, to breake a fturdy launce, 
 After the combate, then with portly pride. 
 My foaming courfer, would himfelfe aduance : 
 Whofe fumptuous cariage, did fo much excell, 
 That in each Tourney, I did beare the bell. 
 
 For fo I manag'd that couragious beaft, 
 That he would vault, leape, coruet, plunge, and prance. 
 With ftartling furie, fold his doubled creft. 
 With loftie capers, ftowpe, ftop, and lightly daunce / 
 With fierie rage, ftrlke, ftare, and trample proudly. 
 Beating the (tones, ftamping and neighing loudly. 
 
 Each ten dayes once, Oly?npus feaft we held, 
 Meeting in tilt, with compleat armour bright, 
 So that I knew, right well my fpeare to weld, 
 And how t'incounter, with the hardieft Knight : 
 And fometime hit, with counterbufife fo found. 
 That he lay weltring on the fullen ground. 
 
 Whilfl the fpe6tators voices high did laud mee, 
 With hou'ring hattes, and loud tumultuous cries, 
 The trumpet fhrill, did feeme for to applaud mee, 
 Pearfmg the higheft Zenith of the fkies. 
 Where might be heard, vnpartiall voyces fay, 
 Young lulius wonne, the honour of the day. 
 
 Then was I brought, to Hue in fhately Court, 
 Wheras I fed, of daintieft painted lookes. 
 For gallant dames, there dayly did refort, 
 To haue their faces, read in fteed of bookes. 
 And foone I learned, with an am'rous tongue, 
 To read the lines, that were their bookes among. 
 
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 Fortune did fo aduance my blooming dayes, 
 That in the court, I gain'd a courtly place, 
 And happy he, that moft my name could raife, 
 I fate fo high, in great Vefpafians grace : 
 
 Each one vnlearned, thought their learned skill, 
 
 If not imploy'd, my fantafie to fill. 
 
 Agricola, was bruted through the land. 
 No tongue did moue, but fpake of hilius name. 
 Each Martiahft, that did controule a band. 
 Mutely admir'd, to heare of lulius fame : 
 
 For fweet difcourfe, reuels, and chiualrie. 
 
 Who was renown'd ? Agricola euen I. 
 
 Walkt I in Court, there Lamprils eyes defcried mee. 
 If in the towne, the Cittizens would know mee, 
 If mountaines bare mee, fhepheard fwaines efpied mee. 
 In countrie townes, each vnto each would {how mee : 
 
 And all would bend, with curtefies to mee, 
 
 Whilft I to them, would giue like curtefie. 
 
 What fhould I fay ? but that I (hould not fay ? 
 
 All honour ftill, in Court attended on mee, 
 
 I ftill in great Vefpafians bofome lay. 
 
 So gratioufly, did fortune fmile vpon mee : 
 And as I grew, each day to riper yeeres. 
 Each day renowne, did place me with great peeres. 
 
 But then Bellotta, with her hot alarm's. 
 
 Did fummon mee, vnto the dint of warre. 
 
 Where I with troupes, of worthy men at armes, 
 
 Refufe no toile, to meete that bloudie iarre; 
 Although great Neptiines boyling empire lay, 
 Betweene our land, and that rich golden bay. 
 
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 But ftraight we rigg'd, our huge fea rending fhips, 
 Whofe fpreading failes, with gentle Eurus aide, 
 In Thetis fields, through glaflie billows flips, 
 No croffe of Fortune, once our Nauie ftaide : 
 
 Vntill wee came, at that gold-fhining towne. 
 
 That was the fpring, of lulius renowne. 
 
 Where vnawares, we thruft with fpeed to land, 
 And orderly, our valiant forces placed, 
 With fquadrons faire, vpon that forreine ftrand. 
 With glitt'ring armour, all the plaines defaced : 
 But then our foes, like champions ftoute and bold, 
 Came with their power, for to defend their hold. 
 
 With hot Brauado's, and vndaunted fpirits, 
 They marcht along, from out their Cittie gates, 
 Ambitious all, aduancement fought by merits, 
 Committing life, and land, to froward fates ; 
 Nor wee, nor they, no parle feem'd to craue. 
 Combat, and battaile, each one defir'd to haue. 
 
 For raging furie, brooketh no delay, 
 Armie beards armie, in the bloody field, 
 Their trampling Gennets, fierie breathings neigh. 
 Their launces brauely, their ftrong courfers wield : 
 Enfignes difplai'd, lowd drums and trumpets found, 
 Whofe threatning terror, from the clowds rebound. 
 
 Now warlike Mars, fome of thy valour fend mee, 
 Tip my weake tongue, with gads of tempered fteele. 
 Or thou braue Pallas, fome of thy power lend me. 
 That I may feeme, to make the hearers feele : 
 
 What buffets, blowes, lim-parting-flroakes and fears. 
 Are by flerne champions, giuen in thy bloudy iars. 
 
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 My tongue's too feeble, to difcipher out. 
 The raging furie, acted in martiall traines, 
 Yet will I fhew, the proweffe of this route, 
 Which thus incounter'd, on the Southerne plaines : 
 The valiant horfemen, firft with fwift cariers, 
 In fundrie fplinters, fhiuerd their piercing fpeares. 
 
 Then to their Carbins, then vnto handy blowes. 
 Then violent fhots, like to the Oceans rage, 
 With pell-mell-fhocks, out of each armie goes, 
 Each man to win, his courage did ingage .• 
 And ftormes of Bullets, like to winters haile, 
 Out of each fquadron, did their foes affaile. 
 
 Then armours clatter'd, fwords gaue blow for blow, 
 A hand, a hand, a foote, a foote did craue. 
 Life, life defir'd, bloud vpon bloud did flow, 
 Each Curtleax dig'd himfelfe a goarie graue : 
 There did Bellona, like a lion teare. 
 Rough irefull gallants, on her toffing fpeare. 
 
 The radiant skie, was darkned with the fmoake, 
 That iffued from the pattering Mufket fhot, 
 Which flumbring fume, our fouldiers feem'd to choake. 
 The day and battaile, were fo moultring hot : 
 The thundring Canons, plaied on either fide, 
 Whofe dreadfuU furie, legions did diuide. 
 
 And as the waues, driuen with outragious ftormes, 
 Beateth the rampiers of vnmoouing rockes, 
 So did our Captaines, labour with hot alarmes, 
 Them to repulfe, with fhiu'ring launces fhockes : 
 Here lies fome dead, there other frefhly bleeds. 
 Trampling vpon them, with vnruly fteeds. 
 
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 Abounding terror, tumbled in the feeld, 
 Death ftood apaled, at his owne invention, 
 Enuie bedeft her felfe in Rigors fheeld, 
 Ruine and Horror, reuel'd with Diffention : 
 Raging Reuenge, fported in fanguin blood. 
 That rauin'd earth, ore-cloyed belching ftood. 
 
 Harfh-dying tunes, fighing and greeuous groan's, 
 Wide gaping wounds, forced lamenting cries, 
 Heart-goaring ftabs, burfting of legges and boanes. 
 Life gufhing teares, forced from bloody eyes : 
 Men kill'd, vnkill'd, as dreadfull warre defired. 
 Lining and dying, while Parcas breath retired. 
 
 Yet was the battayle, in a ballance found, 
 Till I vndaunted, cheer'd each feeble wing, 
 Which doone our valiant forces gather'd ground, 
 Then courage, followe, all the feeld did ring .■ 
 
 Then did our foes, feare, faynt, and flattly flie, 
 
 Whilft wee as viftors, vi6lorie did cry. 
 
 Then did our foldiers, tryple valour take. 
 The fmall caliuers, then did difcharge apace, 
 The pykes and halberts, lining lims did Ihake, 
 With feares purfute, the targueters did chace : 
 The horfe-men fwiftly, did their launces bend. 
 The cannons fwiftly, did their bullets fend. 
 
 Then in our plumes, Fortune did feeme to play, 
 For that our foes, lay weltring in their blood, 
 Yeelding to vs, the honor of the dale. 
 The faire greene feeld, all fanguined ouer ftood : 
 
 Here lie ftout champions, pearft with deadly launces. 
 There laye braue Captains, leading fatall daunces. 
 
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 Here fell a body, there tumbles off a head, 
 Here laye one maym'd, there laye one flaine out-right. 
 Here lay a fouldier, groueling fcarfly dead. 
 There lay a leader, here laye a warlike knight ; 
 There a coronel, here a Gallant flayne. 
 Thus were they fcatter'd, ore the purple plaine. 
 
 And thus at length, we forc'd them to retire, 
 Clofing themfelues, within their Cittie walls. 
 Which wee inuiorn'd round with fword and fire. 
 Pelting their frontiers, with hot poud'red balles : 
 
 Whence wee might heare, clamorous ihrikes & cries. 
 Nipped with waylings, in the troubled fkies. 
 
 Then wee began, their towring walles to fcale. 
 Taking the time, by his rough hairie top. 
 While fickle Fortune, flylie brew'd their bale. 
 That we the flowre of their delight might crop : 
 Short tale to make, valour and high renowne. 
 Our conqu'ring powres, plac'd in that warlike towne. 
 
 Whence many fled, to faue their wretched Hues, 
 Many did humbly kneele to kiffe our feete. 
 Virgins, and maides, infants and trembling wiues. 
 With proftrate teares, did all our forces greete ; 
 Where I proclaimed, with a trompet meeke. 
 That all fhould hue, that then their Hues did feeke. 
 
 Who much did mufe, to fee fo milde a fo, 
 
 Thinking themfelues, conquered not at all. 
 
 Their fad applaufes, gaue vs leaue to knowe. 
 
 The ioye they tooke, in that their rifing fall : 
 And where before, w'had onely woon the towne. 
 Then of their hearts, we feem'd to weare the crowne. 
 
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 For they did bring, almoft with free confent, 
 Their wealthy ftore, into our hands to giue, 
 Their gold, and Jewels, then they did prefent, 
 Their loffe of goods, they feemed not to grieue : 
 For why ? they knew, that we to them before, 
 Had giu'n a lemme, worth all the wide worlds ftore. 
 
 Two dayes we ftai'd, within that Cittie faire, 
 Triumphing ftill, in vi6lorie and gaine. 
 With pretious ftones, and pearles beyond compare, 
 We did inrich, our warlike troupes and traine : 
 Our dauncing fhips, doubled their fwelling prides, 
 Such wealthy fraught, fluffed their bended fides. 
 
 Whofe luftie moulds, we rig'd and trim'd anew, 
 With mafts of filuer, then they did adorne them, 
 The old attire, ambitioufly they threw, 
 Amidft the flouds, as they had neuer worne them : 
 Our yards were all, of lu'ry, white as milke, 
 Our tacklings fram'd, of pureft twifted filke. 
 
 Our m.aine-failes all, of glaffie Sattin faire. 
 Our top-failes were, moft fumptuous to behold. 
 Our fpred top-gallants, trembHng in the ayre, 
 Were framed all, of glittring cloth of gold : 
 
 Our dallying enfignes, wau'ring in the skie, 
 
 Were all imboft, with rich imbrodery. 
 
 While that our fhips, thus in the port were trimming, 
 
 I cal'd our troupes, into their Senate hall, 
 
 Whereas I made, no droffe nor pure fkimming, 
 
 But with content, I did content them all : 
 None parted with a difcontented heart, 
 For why .' I gaue each man his full defert. 
 
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Dolarnys Primerofe. 
 
 All which compleat, a pleafant gale of winde, 
 Did gentlie whifper, ore our Nauies Poope, 
 As though t'had knowne, w'had finifht vp our minde, 
 So fweet a breath, made our top gallant ftoope : 
 Which caufed vs, leafi: that the winde fhould fail's, 
 Our Anchors weigh, and hoift our filken failes. 
 
 Then of the towne, our laft farewell we tooke, 
 With thundring noife, that feem'd t'affright the ayre, 
 Whilft Ladies from the fhoares on vs did looke. 
 With wo-fwolne eyes, that we had left them there : 
 They fhooke their hands, and fhed teares for our fake. 
 In hope for them, our fhips we would turne back. 
 
 Their fighes they fent, ouer the billowes rough. 
 Brought to our fhips, with Zephyrus gentle hiffes. 
 And when they faw, we knew it well inough, 
 With balmie breath, they blew to vs their kiffes : 
 
 Their gloues they tooke, and in the water fling them. 
 Hoping the tide, vnto our fhips would bring them. 
 
 But Eolus which our friend did fbill remaine, 
 Hafted our fhips, from off that forreine coaft. 
 Fearing leaft that we fhould turne backe againe. 
 And fo our paines, were altogether loft : 
 
 For why .? he knew, their 5j/r^«-tempting-fongs, 
 Might well pretend, vnto our further wrongs. 
 
 Wherefore no leaue, he gaue vs to difpenfe, 
 
 But liuely gales, he whifled in our (hrowdes, 
 
 So that he foone conuei'd our Nauie thence, 
 
 Rowling amidft, the all vntamed flouds : 
 And by the power, of his great fwaying hand, 
 Ware driuen from ken, of that delightfull land. 
 
 H 2 Then 
 
Dolarnys Primerofe. 
 
 Then were we toff'd, in Neptunes tenniff-court, 
 
 Whereas the waues, did rackets feeme to take, 
 
 To beate and bandy, was their onely fport, 
 
 Vntill a fet game, they agreed to make : 
 
 Yet Hke young boyes, they did dallying play, 
 Which toffe new bales, for that they are fo gaye. 
 
 For our faire fhips, fwelled the feaes with pride, 
 
 When they began, to daunce in Tethis lap. 
 
 But hauing reynes, within her verge to ride, 
 
 The furges feem'd their boyftrous hands to clap : 
 Triton did found, in moft harmonious wife, 
 Whileft Neptune gazed, on our welthy prife. 
 
 Who feem'd to call, Apollo from his chaire, 
 Nephew (faith he) knowe you this portly fleete. 
 Which feemes to come from out the Phrigian aire, 
 Where wee with ftore and treafure once did meete. 
 The iirme foundation, of faire Troye to laye : 
 The which had florifht, till this prefent day. 
 
 Had thefe [been] Grecians, which as I fuppofe, 
 
 Falfly betray'd, that vnremouing towne, 
 
 Since which time they, themfelues right wel might lofe, 
 
 In watry deferts, vnder my fpatious crowne : 
 But if I knew, that thefe were furely they, 
 I would ore-whelme them, in the brinifh fea. 
 
 At whofe fterne words, Apollo feem'd to fpeake : 
 
 No gentle Nephew, mittigate your ire, 
 
 Thefe are our friends, the which no peace will breake, 
 
 Thefe men haue beene, to fetch Promethean fire : 
 Thefe men are they, that trauells for our good, 
 Who are defcended, from the Troian blood. 
 
 Then 
 
Dolarnys Primero/e. 
 
 Then vfe them gently, as our chiefeft friends, 
 And through your kingdomes fafelie them condu6l, 
 See all the gulfes, that you to them doo cleanfe. 
 So that their fleete, to Scilla be not fuckt : 
 For if their land, they fafely doo attaine, 
 They fhall haue fame, but we fhall haue the gaine. 
 
 Then Neptune feem'd to calme his rugged brow, 
 Commanding Triton, all his pow'rs to call, 
 (^While that our Theams, the frothie brine did plowj 
 He held a parle, in his fpatious hall : 
 
 All ftormie windes, he chaft from out his land, 
 
 Onely faire Zephyr, at his beck did ftand. 
 
 Who fent frefh gales, as we on billowes faild, 
 Neptune himfelfe, did waite vpon our fleete. 
 And when the wind, feared difpleafure, quaild. 
 Then would he helpe vs, with a tide moft fweet ; 
 And when proud Zephyr, roughly feem'd to blow, 
 He would command him, he fhould be more flow. 
 
 Thus did the great commander of the Sea, 
 Condudl our Nauie, through his empire wide, 
 Vntill at length, vpon a calmie day. 
 Our natiue land, we ioyfully efpide : 
 
 Whofe louely bankes, feemed with fuger'd charmes. 
 
 To call our fleete, into her folding armes. 
 
 Then did wee haften to thofe happie fhores. 
 Mounted vpon the wings of fwift defire. 
 Our failes did ferue, for labouring armes and oares. 
 To gaine the port, to which we did afpire : 
 
 And Eolus, no breath did vs denie. 
 
 But cauf'd our fhips, like Pegafus to flie. 
 
 H 3 Vntill 
 
 / 113 
 
Dolarnys Primerofe. 
 
 Vntill we came, neare to the long wifht ftrand, 
 On whofe faire bankes, a thoufand did attend, 
 To welcom vs, vnto that happy Land, 
 For of their ioyes, there feem'd to be no end : 
 
 With mufick loude, with drums & trompets found, 
 They drewe our fhippes, vnto that pleafant ground. 
 
 Each fouldier weake, the which the wanes did check. 
 And halfe dead fiU'd the body of each fhip. 
 Did then reuiue, and walke vpon their decke. 
 Clapping their hands, and feem'd for joy to fkip : 
 
 In that great Neptune, lead vs all that while, 
 
 And fet vs fafe, vpon our natiue He. 
 
 Who then did feeme, with all his frothie traine, 
 On Dolphins backes, to mount their watry lims. 
 And fmyling Thetis, left vs on the plaine, 
 And with that Monarch, thence togither fwims .■ 
 
 Commanding Triton, for to found a call, 
 
 To hold a counfell, in Charibdies hall. 
 
 While we did leaue, our huge fea-cutting fleete, 
 
 Landing our troupes, Oiimpikly on fhoare. 
 
 Whereas whole legions, kindely did vs meete. 
 
 Wee being arm'd, with gold and filuer ftore : 
 
 For ioye whereof, the hilles and dales did found. 
 The rockes and riuers, did with noyfe rebound. 
 
 Our well fraught nauie, then began to fet. 
 Their thundring mufick, to report their treafure, 
 And with high ftraines, their inftruments to fet, 
 With harts delight, whilft we did daunce with pleafure : 
 Which roaring confort, fuch recording plies. 
 That their thick breath, dimmed the criftall Ikies. 
 
 There 
 
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Dolarnys Primerofe. 
 
 There were we brought, to that fea-beaten towne, 
 
 Inuiorned, v/ith wariike harmony, 
 
 And all their voyces, feem'd at once to crowne 
 
 Agricola, with fame and chiualrie : 
 
 The rattling mufick, quauerd amids the throng, 
 Th'hot caliuers, warbled the vnderfong. 
 
 Whil'ft I, in fted of pattring bullets threwe, 
 Siluer and gold, to pearce my country men, 
 To which hot fkyrmifh, there fo many drewe, 
 That I would pawfe, and then begin agen : 
 
 Till night drewe on, thus did I guild their ftreets. 
 With gaine of warre, filuer and forrein fweets. 
 
 But Phlegon, Pyrous, JEous and JEt/wn proud, 
 Amids the ayre, haftned with fiery wings, 
 To beare Apollo, toward the Ocean floud, 
 And las a prefent, him to Iber brings ; 
 
 Where he with banquets, reuell'd out the night, 
 Vntill Aurora, brought the morning light. 
 
 When night was come, wee tooke our quiet reft, 
 Sleeping fecure, voyd of fufpeft or wrong. 
 Such harmeleffe thoughts, harbored in each breft, 
 That wee were faft, vntill the Leuerucke fong : 
 Who in the aire, with chirpings feem'd to fay. 
 Awake, behold, fee the delightfome day. 
 
 For Menmons mother, then to world had brought, 
 So faire a fhewe, of crimfon fpeckled light. 
 All fpangled ore, as if with Rubies wrought. 
 The which did banifh, black Cimmerian night : 
 And glittring Phebus, then began to rife. 
 Gracing the earth, from out the azure fkies. 
 
 "5 
 
 Thus 
 
Dolarnys Primerofe. 
 
 Thus hauing fafely, taken fweet repofe, 
 And that Apollo, to the lifts was come, 
 From out our fheets, with fpeed wee then arofe, 
 Leauing the port, with found of trumpe and drumme : 
 And then we tooke our iourney toward the court, 
 Whereas our wel-come, was in princely fort 
 
 For all the peers flocking about mee came, 
 
 With feeming gladnes of my fafe returne. 
 
 Applauding ftill my then too happy name, 
 
 As though with loy, their inward hearts did burne : 
 Then great Vefpatiun, to accompt did call mee. 
 To know what chance, in Mars fchole did befall mee. 
 
 Where I difcourft, how I had fpent my time. 
 How I tooke fhip, and how I paft the flouds. 
 How I did land, vnder that forreine clyme. 
 And how with force, our enemies withftood's : (downe 
 How with great paine, their troupes wee did beate 
 And how at length, wee woori that mayden towne. 
 
 How many fled, to faue their loathed Hues, 
 
 How many at our weapons points did fall. 
 
 How I did pittie, infants, maydes and wiues. 
 
 And how I gaue, mercy vnto them all : 
 
 How they themfelues, their iewells to vs brought. 
 And how with ftore, our luftie fhippes wee fraught. 
 
 Short tale to make, I nothing did delay. 
 
 But told him all, how that we went and came, 
 
 Euen from the firft, vntill that prefent day. 
 
 Till he himfelfe, did giue me triple fame : 
 And honors high, vpon my head he fet, 
 But fome repin'd, at thofe my titles great. 
 
 But 
 
 ii6 
 
Dolarnys Primerofe. 
 
 But then he tooke mee by this iron hand, 
 lulius (quoth he) mount, mount in wars defire, 
 For now He fend thee with a puiffant band. 
 Where hke a prince, thou fhalt by fame afpire : 
 
 To be inrold, within a warlike florie, 
 
 With trophies of eternal prayfe and glorie. 
 
 rie make thee Gen'ral of as great a traine, 
 As ere was copt vnder the boundleffe fkie. 
 Who as they march, fhal hide each hill and playne, 
 And drinke at once, the foaming Ocean drye ; 
 No fhipps fhall neede, to waft them ore the fea, 
 For they fhal land it, in one fommers daye. 
 
 Not Xerxes armie, fhal with them compare. 
 So many legions vnder thee fhall go, 
 The fight whereof, fhall make thy aduerfe feare. 
 When thou doft come, t'encounter with thy fo : 
 
 He raine downe gold, ftill for thy fouldiers pay. 
 
 Then gentle lulius, ftay not, haft away. 
 
 This promife vrg'd mee, once againe to go, 
 To trie my fortune, in Bellonaes fchoole, 
 Soone was prepar'd, a gallant glittring fhow. 
 Whereas did want, no kinde of warlike toole : 
 
 There were they plac'd, each man in his degree. 
 
 And I proclaim'd, their General! to be. 
 
 Then trumpets fhrill, founded aloud for ioye, 
 And thundring drums, filled the aire with noyfe, 
 The foldiars all, each man and flurdy boye, 
 Houer'd their hearts, with an applawfing voyce .• 
 
 Taking our leaue, then did we march along, 
 
 Arriuing fafe, in (great) Brittanie ftrong. 
 
 I In 
 
 117 
 
Dolarnys Primerofe. 
 
 In which faire foile, the Brittains bold did raine, 
 
 Th'vndaunted Scotfh men, and the Scithians wild, 
 
 The Cornifh crew, and Calidonian train e. 
 
 The naked Silures, an-d the Piftians vilde : 
 Who all at once, prouided flcil-leffe powers, 
 To driue our forces, from their mean built towers. 
 
 For men like Satir's, clad in ruftike tire, 
 Halfe weapon-leffe, with braying cries and cals. 
 To meet our daring army did afpire. 
 Praying vpon vs, like fierce Cannibals : 
 
 There might be heard, the hideous lumbring fwafher, 
 
 Vnequally conforting with the clafher. 
 
 There might be heard, the hollowe wind bag'd droan's. 
 With direful! roaring : and the puffing piper, 
 There might be heard, harfh tunes with clattring bones. 
 The loud fhrill drummer, and the iarring fifer' 
 
 Which muficks difcord, feem'd a confort right, 
 
 To courage vp, our foes vnmanag'd might. 
 
 Whofe habits mean, did harbor haulty hardneffe, (leffe 
 
 Their ftomacks ftout, though fkil-leffe made them feare- 
 Their proweffe doubtleffe bred their own vntow'rdneffe 
 Their defperate vetur'.s, fhew'd their hearts were peerleffe : 
 Their valors fwordleffe, made them ftill regardleffe. 
 Their blows were harmleffe, & their bodies wardleffe. 
 
 Their weapons were of, Ibeame, witch, and thorne, 
 Some had a fkeane, and fome a dart and durke, 
 Some fewe had bows, and arows pil'd with home. 
 And priuie poynards, in fome fleues did lurke ; 
 
 Some hadle targes, fome pikes with points new burned. 
 Some flil threwe ftones, & fome poore chariots turned. 
 
 Some 
 
 ii8 
 
Dolarnys Primerofe. 
 
 Some wedded fpears, and flieelds of Elme full tough, 
 Some hare brayn'd royfters rid on garifh fteeds, 
 Some two hand fwords, did vfe of iron rough, 
 Whofe aukward powers, a6led moft worthie deeds : 
 
 For why ? they thought, a man was neuer dead. 
 
 Till by fome meanes, they had cut off his head. 
 
 Yet day by day, on bogges and brays wee met, 
 One while they vs, then ftraight wee them would chafe, 
 They vpon vs, we vpon them would fet. 
 Such was the reft, wee tooke within that place : 
 Thus did we feed vpon the bread of warre, 
 Painting our lines, with many bloudy fkar. 
 
 Full thrife three years, in Brittain I remayned. 
 From whence my fame, to ftately Roome did flie. 
 But then Vefpafian, was by death detained. 
 And mightie Titus, in that time did die : 
 
 Then grew my woes, then did my forows fpring, 
 
 Then, then did bloome, my fatall ruining. 
 
 For then Domitian, tirant-like did fwaie. 
 
 The royall mace, and diadem of Rome, 
 
 Who vndefcried, plottes did flily lay. 
 
 To bring poore lulius, to his finall doome : 
 
 And wreft my life, from mee by fowle deceipt, 
 For that my name, did dayly growe fo great. 
 
 All meanes he fought, t'augment my worth and fame, 
 When rufty enuie, gnaw'd his cankered heart, 
 His cunning lipps, did feeme to rayfe my name, 
 But ftill he fought, my death with flight and art : 
 Euen fo Vliffes, flattered in the court, 
 While luckleffe Aiax, toyld with warlike port. 
 
 I 2 Yet 
 
 119 
 
Dolarnys Primerofe. 
 
 Yet I was worfe, then Telamons poore fonne, 
 
 For hee was prefent, with his wily fo, 
 
 He knewe his flights, long ere the fpight was doone, 
 
 But lulius I, did neither fee nor knowe : 
 His caufeleffe enuy, I did neuer tafte, 
 How he chac'd mee, as I the Brittains chac'd. 
 
 He mee purfu'd, and I my foraine foes, 
 His ftroakes were flight, but I rough payement gaue, 
 He fought with wiles, I fought with rugged blowes, 
 He fought my wracke, I fought his life to faue : 
 He wrought my bane, I wrought, to raife his fame. 
 He woon the prife, I loft the fet and game. 
 
 But all fo fitted, to my feeming good. 
 That no mifdeeming, in my heart did refl:. 
 Although he dayly thirfted for my bloud, 
 No fuch opinion, lodged in my breafl: : 
 
 For then from Brittain, he did fend for mee. 
 
 And I of Syria, fhould Lieutenant be. 
 
 His iugling letters, had fuch lofty ftraines. 
 That I was all inchanted with his charmes, 
 I muft to Rome, and leaue my wonted traines. 
 To cope with greater dignities at armes : 
 
 Wherefore I tooke my leaue and laft adiew, 
 
 Of all my troopes, great Syria to viewe. 
 
 But when I came, vnto the Roman Court, 
 
 Whofe glorious name, did ring throughout the world, 
 
 Wonder did feeme, about me to refort, 
 
 For black inditements, on my head were hurld : 
 
 And I, poore I, as many tongues could tell. 
 
 Ere long was fent, vnto the cittadell. 
 
 And 
 
Dolarnys Primerofe. 
 
 And tbrife accurft, by deftiny and fate, 
 
 Was then proclaym'd, a traytor for to be, 
 
 Againft the Prince, the Counfell and the ftate, 
 
 The which did not, with my deferts agree : 
 Yet did Vliffes, Palamede fo hate, 
 That with fmooth words, he did cut off his pate. 
 
 Alas, alas, the time doth fwiftly runne, 
 
 For nowe I heare nights trumpeters fhrill noyfes, 
 
 Who haftens mee, my ftory to haue done : 
 
 ftay a while, and He obey your voyces ! 
 For being clofd, within that towring wall, 
 I heard no talke, but of my death and fall. 
 
 And on a day, before Aurora fprong, 
 
 To tell the world, that Phebus faire was comming, 
 
 1 was inuited, with a mourning tongue, 
 Vnto a feaft, prouided with great cunning .■ 
 
 Where I fhould feed, on fuch delicious cates. 
 As was prepar'd, for me and fuch like ftates. 
 
 I could not choofe, but needes I muft confent. 
 
 To go and fee, that fweete and dainty fare, 
 
 Although I knewe, that feaft with full intent, 
 
 Was fo ordayn'd, to end my worldly care .• 
 Yet I as willing as their hearts could wifh, 
 Did viewe, and that, is banquets chiefeft difh. 
 
 And when I came, vnto that fpatious hall, 
 
 There did I fee, my diet and my cheare, 
 
 My Caruer then, vnto mee I did call, 
 
 Saying thefe words, carue, friend, and do not feare : 
 
 Then did he cut, and I did eate fuch ftore, 
 
 That after then, I neuer did eate more. 
 
 I 3 Then 
 
Dolarnys Primerofe. 
 
 Then this memoriall, of my endleffe foule, 
 Which had beene lockt within my body long, 
 Was regiftred, in a celeftiall rowle, 
 And plac'd in ioye, whilft Angels fweetly fung : 
 Where troupes diuine, eternally fhall raigne, 
 Keeping their Court, vpon Elizian plaine. 
 
 But worldling know, to thee I doo not come, 
 
 To tell thee how, I liued in my life. 
 
 Nor for to tell, this ftory all and fome, 
 
 Which was my end, my death, and fatall ftrife : 
 A thoufand heads, more of my flate hath knowne, 
 Then in this ftorie, I to thee haue fhowne. 
 
 It were a pride, for me to tell thee this, 
 
 Or tell thee how, I dwell in Paradife, 
 
 No, no, I come, to lead thee vnto bliffe, 
 
 Then heare my words, note them, and be precife : 
 Firft honour God, then with a louing heart. 
 Honour thy Prince, for fo it is thy part. 
 
 Defraude no man, hurt not the innocent. 
 Hate pride, liue chafte, back-bite not with thy tongue, 
 Sweare not in vaine, to vengeance be not bent, 
 Murther no man, nor doo no poore man wrong.- 
 Beare no falfe witneffe, hoord no gold in ftore, 
 While Orphanes weake, ftarue at thy curfed dore. 
 
 The Saboth keepe, honour thy parents deare, 
 Steale no mans wealth, thy enemies forgiue, 
 Shunne floth as fmne, and drunkenneffe forbeare, 
 Glutte no[t] thy felfe, ftill pouertie releeue : 
 Fauour thy friend, loue thy true feruant well. 
 This done, thy fame, for euer (hall excell. 
 
 And 
 
Dolarnys Primerofe. 
 
 And if that long, thou doft defire to Hue, 
 Beware of fuch, as brought mee to my end. 
 For they are men, that cunning words will giue. 
 Although thy fo, they will profeffe thy friends : 
 And will not let, to fweare, and forfweare too. 
 Thy welth to gaine, though it doth thee vndoo. 
 
 But ftay ; mee thinkes I fee the Eurian lights, 
 
 Budding like Rofes, in the mornings browes. 
 
 The drowfie vapours, takes their fable flyghts, 
 
 And bright Aurora, doth her felfe vnhoufe : 
 
 The glow-worme dim, feares the'approaching fun, 
 Wherefore farewell, for I to fpeake haue done. 
 
 Thus did he leaue, and thus the Hermit left, 
 with tears diftilling, and with fighs abounding. 
 His filent muteneffe, fhew'd his loyes bereft, 
 Yet night did force me, leaue him plaints refounding : 
 And thus I reft, his ftory to defcrye, 
 For that black night, hath now inclofd the fkie. 
 
 Yet when Apollo, fhall rechafe againe, 
 The Vejper vailes, the earth hath clouded ouer. 
 If that your fteps, doo guide you to this plaine. 
 The accident, to you I will difcouer ; 
 
 Vntill which time, your felfe I do commend. 
 To be preferu'd, by Alls all guiding friend. 
 
 The radiant torch, long fmce had burning left, 
 And Cinthia pale, keeping a wanton vaine. 
 Trimmed her felfe, like to a louer defte, 
 Cafting her glimpfes, toward faire Latinos plaine; 
 
 Which louely obie6l, cauf'd her dazling eyes. 
 
 With triple brightneffe, to inrich the flcies. 
 
 Wherefore 
 
 123 
 
Dolarnys Primerofe. 
 
 Wherefore I left, the louely aged man, 
 Taking my leaue, my bed I made my bliffe. 
 But in the morne, I did returne againe. 
 Whereas I heard, the Hermits life and his. 
 
 Which now my pen, growne dull denies t'indite, 
 Taking frefh breath, in freflier lines to write. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
 124 
 
NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS. 
 
 I. Daiphantus, etc. 
 
 Title-page. See Introduction on Daiphantvs, &c. 
 
 Epistle-dedicatoiy. See the same on ttiis; p. 3, 1. 6, ' /?ant/euow ' = rendez- 
 vous, focus ; 1. II, 'Hoyall as the Exchange' = the Royal Ex- 
 change ; I. 17, ^Arcadia,'' &c. — see Introduction; 1. 20, 
 'Friendly Shake-fpearss,'' &c., ibid. ; 1. 22, 'Prince Hamlet,' Sic, 
 ibid. 
 
 Page 4, 1. 2, 'Lords Ingle' =sAtex by the fireside of a lord, a familiar, or 
 intimate : see Nares, s.v.; 1. 4, 'Tabacco' — see Introduction ; 
 1. 24, 'Fixion' — odd spelling of 'fiction'; 1. 25, 'Al/o if he 
 haue caught up half a Line of others,' &c. — see Introduction ; 
 
 I. 28, 'his'^\s, with the unlucky 'h' prefixed. Has it been 
 noted that this is the only word in which, in Scotland, the ' h ' 
 is introduced d. la Cockney ? See examples from the Scotch 
 novels of George Macdonald in our Introduction ; 1. 30, ' the 
 Authour is dead,' &c. — see Introduction. 
 
 ,, 5, The Argument, 1. 7, 'wordish'=\iOTAy in its transition-form; 1. 24, 
 
 ' crepence ' — doubtless a misprint for ' credence. ' 
 ,, 6, 1. 2, 'imparadized' — see Introduction. 
 „ 7, The Proem, 1. 18 — on the („) = quotation-mark, see Introduction; 
 
 II. 19-20 — ibid.; 1. 22 ' GTi/5^'= casket. 
 
 ,, 9, The Poem, 1. 2, 'Daiphantus,' printed Da phantus, but probably 
 accidental — see Introduction on Daiphantus ; 11. 5-6, the single 
 comma (,) seems to differ from the double („) — see Introduction 
 as before; 1. 7, '/9«/««'= person — see ibid.; 1. 15, ' Paffant' 
 — Heraldic phrase = going along or marching, and therefore 
 immediately leaving it behind. 
 
 ,, 10, 1. 4, '^/.f,^iV'=insecure, unstable — see Nares, s.v.; 1. 9, ' Debonayre' — 
 courteous, mild, affable, gentle — Colgrave ; 1. II, 'Pheare'— 
 mate or equal ; 1. 16, ' by'^ in comparison to or with them ; 
 1. 20, ' continent ' = container. 
 
 ,, II, 1.3, 'bezaunce' = dbeyssLace? 1. 4, ' And if '-^^ An if, i.e., 'Like' 
 Venus eyes, if any tiring can be like them or is worthy to her, 
 compared with them ; 1. 12, ' obfcures' = &i.iAe^ ; 1. 21, 'Or, 
 u. faire lextiell,' ike. — see Introduction on this Shakespearean 
 reminiscence; 11. 23-24 — see Introduction. 
 
 ,, 12, 1. 7, 'feature' — sec on p. 9, 1. 7 ; 1. 10 = where wit [striues] and 
 beautie striues, &c.; ibid., 'ffj«/fa/<r'=j"dgmcnt [in her favour]. 
 
126 Notes and Illustrations. 
 
 See 1. 5 and I. I of next stanza ; 1. 12, ' Whether '= which of? 
 I. 14, ' IVheiher' = comparSitWe, which of the two; 1. 22, 
 'others'— other's, i.e., other is. 
 
 13, 1. II, 'Faires' — see Introduction ; 1. 23, ' ro/if/J ot2V'= by wisdom. 
 
 14, 1. 5, ' bandy'' = toss about as in Tennis. So in Harsnet's Popish Im- 
 postures (1603, p. 153), "maliing them tennis bals, for their 
 deuils to bandy on their stage"; 1. 10, ' Verses fits' = collective 
 plural; 1. 16, ' too too' — see Introduction. 
 
 15> !• 9) 'render' — see Introduction on this Shakespearean word. 
 
 17, 1. 8, 'Dutch colottr '= inhicand or red; 1. 19, ' Starre' = morning 
 star, Venus, 
 
 18, 1. 13, 'Jlower'= Roor — to rhyme with 'shower'; 1. 18, 'glide' — see 
 Introduction. 
 
 19, 1. 23, ' piite'— qait, requited, 
 
 20, 1. 18, 'Feature' — see on p, 9, 1, 7 ; 1, 23, ' departed' = parted. 
 
 21, 1. 10, ' 'without'=^'heyonA. 
 
 22, 1. 16 — the sign $ along with the quotation ,, seems to indicate that 
 the source of this couplet was intended to be marked in margin. 
 See Introduction ; 1. 17, 'i?/^'=off, or qu. 'oft'? 1.20, 'Palmer.' 
 " The difference between a pilgrim and a palmer was this. The 
 pilgrim had some home or dwelling-place, but the palmer had 
 none. The pilgrim travelled to some certain designed place or 
 places ; but the palmer to all. The pilgrim went at his own 
 charges ; but the palmer professed wilful poverty, and went 
 upon alms." Staveley's Romish Horseleach, p. 93, quoted by 
 Dr. Johnson, s.v. 
 
 25, 1. 5, ' woes yet tells' = zoA^cixw^ plural, as before; 1. 16, 'There'^= 
 their ; 1. 18, 'impald'= empaled, in sense of made pale, m.g.; 
 1. 19, ' still' = ever ; 11. 19-24 — see Introduction on this echo 
 of Breton. 
 
 26, 1. 14, ' Art and Nature strove' — see Introduction. 
 
 27, 1. 4, 'dull'=sad, despondent; 1. S, '/or '= misprint for 'far'? 1. 10, 
 'aga'st'= aghast, terrified = so that his heart became faint; 
 
 1. 19, ' Standish'^ inkstand; 1. 24, ' Nector' — misprint for 
 ' Nectar,' as ' for ' for ' far ' above. 
 
 28, 1, 17, ' ingendred' — misprinted 'ingrendred'; 1, 19, ' runs '= [that] 
 runs. 
 
 29, 1. 9, '.Srfl/-i5m^iir'= forerunner. So Bishop Hall was the 'Harbinger' 
 to Donne's well-known poem ; 1. 19, ' Oh .... heart gore' — 
 see Introduction for this Shakespeare reminiscence ; 1. 20, 
 ' continent ' — see on p. 10, 1. 20. 
 
 31, 1. 9, 'feature' — see on p. 9, 1, 7. 
 
 33, 1, 6, ' They three,' &iz. = 'avX equal her; 1. 16, 'fickens' — misprinted 
 'sicknes'; 1. 21, 'dreames that »;fl/5« '= collective plural, as 
 before. Or the verb singular through the influence of that, as 
 was common then. 
 
Notes and Illustrations. 127 
 
 Page 34, 1. I, 'wonders' = \favL&mv&; 1. 2, ' T = aye ; 1. 15, '/^' = least; 
 1. 18 = by the three she (one) is even'd or matcht. 
 
 „ 35, 1. 4, 'P^«'&//zW— misprinted 'Vitullius'; 1. 17, 'zV'= itself; 11. 7-24 
 onward to p. 37, 1. 24— see Introduction on this portraiture of 
 the Lover's lunacy, in relation to Hamlet and Tasso. 
 
 ,, 36,1.2, ' siege of Brest' — see Introduction ; 1. 3, ' heare' = h3.\i — see 
 ibid., 1. 6 = each lip [doth] the other wipe; 1. 12, 'than'^^ 
 then; 1. 24. '/4fl?-?-i;a/'= tear to pieces, destroy. 
 
 >> 39> 1- 2, ' MapJ>e of forrom' — see Introduction for this Shakespearean 
 phrase; 1. to, 'To fee him mad'' — see Introduction on this and 
 ' revenge ' in connection with pp. 35-37, td supra. See also 
 p. 40, 11. 1-18, p. 42, 11. 13-14, and p. 44, II. 9-10 ; 1. 15, 
 '«;>rty</'= appeased, satisfied; 1. 21, ' difcord maies '= makes 
 discord. 
 
 ,, 40, 1. 2, ' parted '=deps.ited. 
 
 ,, 41, 1. 6, ' prick fong' — music written down. Here = sung as written and 
 well thought on music. 
 
 ,, 42, 1. 9, ' amounis'= rises. 
 
 „ 43, 1. 3, '^<'//'= number; 1. 21, ' dig/it' — Aisgose. 
 
 „ 45, 1. 14, '/;^rdf'=hear ; 1. 23, ' iioi Mdden '= is not ]pla.ced. 
 
 ,, 46, 1. II, '^(7^^ W;>2^'= purblind. 
 The Pasfionate mans Pilgrimage, &c. — See Introduction on this. 
 Page 50, 1. 24, ' Angells hit no fees' — play on 'angel' the coin and 'angels' the 
 celestial creatures. 
 
 „ 51, last line = [ofj which before I writ. 
 
 II. Dolarny's Primerose. 
 
 Title-page — see our Introduction on this and its mottoes; 1. 6, ' alhiding'= 
 allusive. 
 
 Epistle-dedicatory, p. 55> ' Efme Stewart, Lord of Aubignuy,' &c. He was 
 second son of Esme Stewart, first dulce of Lennox, by Catherine, 
 youngest daughter of William de Balsac, Seigneur d' Entragnes 
 and Marcoussis, Governor of Havre de Grace, and was created 
 7 June 1619, Baron Stuart of Leighton Bromswold, and earl of 
 March. He succeeded his elder brother as third duke of 
 Lennox, but enjoyed the title less than six months, dying 
 of the spotted fever, at Kirby, in the county of Northampton, 
 30 July in the same year [1624]. See Chester's Marriage, 
 Baptismal, and Burial Registers of the Collegiate Church or 
 Abbey of St. Peter's, Westminster (l%']6), pp. 115, 123 <•;! alibi; 
 also my Memoirs of George Herbert, passim ; 1. 6, 'Raynolds ' — 
 see Introduction; 1. 7, ' renowmed' =^TenowneA — contemporary 
 and later spelling ; 1. 23, 'plaufible cenfures ' = applausive 
 judgment ; 1. 28, 'vnpoliflied lines' — a phrase of the day which 
 even Shakespeare adopted; p. 56, 1. 5, 'Parrhafius' — the 
 
128 Notes and Illustrations. 
 
 allusion is to Parrhasius' competition with Zeuxis, though the 
 'counterfeit' was a hnen sheet painted, not 'lawne'; 1. 6, 
 ' Tymanthes^ = 'Y\rasxii}sxes, who painted a small picture of a 
 sleeping Cyclops and showed his size by making some satyrs 
 measure his thumb with a thyrsis ; 1. 9, ' applawdit '= a plaudit, 
 applause; 1. 16, ' Damidas Parref — query, Apuleius? 
 Page 57, 1. 4, • j'^^ifr^ ' = ingirt ; 1. 10, ' noimsheth' — Is this an example of 
 the Northern verbal plural in 'th'? or was it caused by 
 influence of 'crest' followed by 'whose'? See p. 64, 1. 17 ; 
 1. 12, ' deaws' — verb, as frequently. The sense is, 'waters 
 with dew to [in order to] view,' &c. I have deleted comma 
 after ' deaws ' of the original — a frequent and irritating mis- 
 punctuation of this author or printer. See Introduction ; 1. I5> 
 'thoughts'' [of him] that longs, &c. 
 
 ,, 58, 1. 8, ' deeme' — I have deleted semi-colon (;) after 'deeme' of the 
 original. 
 
 ,, 59, 1. 16, ' Abraham Sauere Gentleman' — see Introduction. 
 
 „ 61,1. 10, ' /«(r/^32(«/'«zf'= in chaunting, or simply chaunting = charming ; 
 1. 19, '^a«f^'=pranck, or query — range? 1. 22, 'daly' = 
 adjective of 'dale.' So p. 81, 1. 4. 
 
 ,, 62, 1. 3 — for rythm read [that] wanton, &c., ibid, 'yeelds' — due to the 
 preceding accusative ? 1. 21, ' /a&//j'= fillets (heraldic) ; 1. 23, 
 ' There' =ih£ii ; 1. 29, ' reflexing'=xe^tcting — so'fixion'for 
 'fiction' in ' Daiphantus,' p. 4, 1. 24. 
 
 , , 63, 1.8,' regreeting ' = return-greeting : ib. = [in short] Whereat in no 
 long time; 1. 17, 'ti'd' — verse requires 'tied'; 1. 26, ' sad- 
 «^ ' = seriousness ; 1. 28, '/«?-?«^'= observe, survey. 
 
 ,, 64, 1. 6, 'iw«./c;''= wonder at or make wonder of; 1. 10, ' beare' — I 
 have again deleted semi-colon (;) after ' beare ' of the original ; 
 1. 17, 'Jhadeth' — another example (see p. 57, 1. 10) of 'th' as 
 in Shakespeare, being sometimes a Northern plural ; 1. 20, 
 'off' = oi; 1. 21, ' greffes' = sitT^% — "a greese or stair" 
 (Holyoke's Rider, s.v.) — I have deleted comma (, ) after 
 ' lofty ' ; 1. 29, ' Pastoraes ' — apparently from ' Pastora ' = 
 shepherdess, with an English plural. 
 
 ,, 65, 1. 2 = ■ where pritty birds were skipping fro branch to bough *; 1. 5, 
 'woare' — wore; 1. 9, 'why' — I have inserted '?' after'why'; 
 1. 29, 'plays ' — another instance (eheu !) of wrong number, r.g. ; 
 last 1., 'delayes'= short for ' vonndelayes.' 
 
 „ 66,1.4, '7?fl;>/;«^ ra««/K^'=' staying' [from] i-unning. I have deleted (, ) 
 after 'staying'; 1. 6, ' noyse' — probably here used in sense of 
 'concert' as in "a noise of fiddlers"; 1. 18, 'yong Tellus' — 
 because the place was 'gi-een'; I. 22, ' cloyed' = filled or sated. 
 See Richardson, s.v.; last 1., ' Amphrisus' — a feigned and 
 (to me) unknown name. 
 
 ,, 67, 1. 22, 'myrth was moane' — a common contemporary alliteration. 
 
Notes and Illustrations. 129 
 
 Page 68, 1. 15, '£«airi'= cause; 1. 29, 'beldame' — see Nares, s.v., for examples 
 of this long deteriorated word. 
 
 „ 69, 1. II, 'belay' — nautical = fasten, or query = surround, as in Robert of 
 Gloucester (Halliwell, s.v.yi or Spenser = 'cover'? 
 
 ,, 70, 1. I, •«o^W=not natural; 1. 9, 'zcaj'=tVas; 1. 12, ' luld.' Cf. 
 p. 67, last l. = huslied by lullaby; 1. 13, V(!r^j'= corpus, body 
 not corpse ; 1. 20, ' abound ' — qu. misprinted for ' around ? or 
 perhaps for ' aboun '= above measure; 1. 22, 'relenting'' — 
 smelting (Palsgrave, Halliwell, s.v.); last line, 'prie'd'^ 
 peeped. So p. 79, 1. 20. 
 
 ,, 71, 1. 13, ' /ophi/ltck'= viiiely or well related; 1. 20, 'he' — misprinted 
 ' she ' in the original, caused by ' strings, ' albeit it might be = 
 his lady-love's lute ; 1. 23, 'frets '= the points at which a string 
 is to be stopped in lute or guitar, &c. (Nares, s.v.) So p. 76, 
 1. 21 ; 1. 24, ' pawsons' — Paveson, in Spanish, is a buckler or 
 shield; but this does not seem applicable here. Query — was 
 pavison or pavizone, the time or measure of the stately pavis ? 
 and so its beauty and stateliness making it (in his view) the 
 model of heavenly strains ; 1. 26, ' ^«i,fey '= adjective of 'busk' 
 as before, ' daly ' of ' dale. ' 
 
 , , 72, 1. S, ' Imphes ' = imps (in good sense, r.g. ) ; 1. 23, ' thee ' = Corridon ; 
 1. 27, 'extort' = extorting or ravishing away. 
 
 I) 73) !• 7) ' Comes' = Cumse ; 1. 18, ' Vndottbting' = not doubting; 1. 25, 
 ' poar's ' = pow'rs — so spelled r.g. ; last line, ' On ' = one. 
 
 ,, 74, 1. I, ' Aboue loue-drown'd' — misprinted in the original 'Aboue-loue 
 drown'd ' ; 1. 9, 'Jits crown' d in a chayre ' — see Introduction. 
 
 'I 75)1- 3 — lins wants a syllable — query, ' paine[full] ' or ■paine[d]'? 1. 
 17, ' rauin'd ' = greedy, feeding to repletion. 
 
 ,, 76, 1. 9, 'facke' i.e., cause of sack; 1. 17, 'trauell' = ha.-v&ill 1. 22, 
 ' Orphe-like ' = Orpheus ; 1. 28, ' Themmes ' = Thames. 
 
 ,, 78,1.4, ' r^/j/^ ' = understand ; 1. 29 — I have inserted ">.' after 'why,' 
 as before, and deleted comma (,) after 'durst.' 
 
 ,, 79, I. 24, 'sad' = sober ; 1. 19, 'foil' in = folly in. 
 
 ,, 80, 1. 3, 'brach' = a scenting dog. See Nares, s.v., for full note; 1. 4, 
 ' the other crie'^= rest of pack ; 1. 6, ' bracks ' = brakes ; 1. 8, 
 ' to thefoile ' = hunting term for water. 
 
 ,, 81, 1. 4, ' daly ground' — see p. 61, 1. 22, and note; 1. 16, ' infiall' = 
 stall in, mingle with ; 1. 28, ' fownd' = swoon. 
 
 „ 84, 1. 16, 'fad' = serious; 11. 17 and 18, onward — see our Introduction 
 on this long passage on ' the scull ' ; 1. 21, 'faund' = fawn'd, 
 in good sense, i.e., smiled or looked lovingly upon. 
 
 ,, 86, 1. 7, 'y^^o^V = bloated; 1. 10, ' her chimneis all were burn'd' — allu- 
 sion to fe^j z'<'«., though burning was usually applied to a cog- 
 nate disease ; I. II,' Gallian ' = Galilean, French ; 1. 17, 
 ■ creake ' = croak. 
 
 „ 87, 1. l8, ' bewrays' = o^evio\A. 
 
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1 30 Notes and Illustrations. 
 
 Page 88, 1. 8, ' houresfunne ' — probably shows that the ordinary hour-glass in 
 use really ran for an hour — like that of the pulpit of the jocose 
 and popular Puritan divine who, after preaching an entire hour, 
 said semi-irreverently ' We'll take another glass ' — to the de- 
 light of his auditory ; nor is this delight the phenomenon your 
 Gravers for fifteen-minute essays that usurp the name of sermons 
 would have us believe in our own day. As the old Scotchman 
 explained, ' It depends on who is in the pu'pit ' [pulpit] 5 1. 12, 
 ' kill ' = cover over with the small mound of the grave — or 
 query = hull, enclose ? 
 
 ,, 89, 1. 5 = 'his body [doth] nothing craue'; 1. 10, ' deeme ' = jndge or 
 distinguish; 1. 15, 'remor/e^ ^ ■pity. 
 
 „ 90, 1. 22, 'ifi direifiing' = indirecting, i.e., not directing, and therefore = 
 ill-directing or directing crookedly. 
 
 ,, 91, 1. 3 = [having] got ; 1. 14, 'filly ' = sickly or weakly ; 1. 28, ' all that 
 feeks ' = singular verb after plural noun, ' that ' intervening. 
 
 ,, 92, 1. 9, ' heapes up,'' c&c. — another example as in p. 91, 1. 28, and note ; 
 1. 23, • Celeno'' — evidently refers to the false thieves, as Pride 
 does to the ' pride ' spoken of before. Probably = Celoeno, 
 one of the Harpies ; last line = he knows that he must only 
 die from this world. 
 
 ,, 93, 1. 23 = tongue [that] ; 1. 25, 'new Troy' = London. 
 
 ,, 94,1. I, ' iI/3«rf/«'« ' = Magdalene ; 1. 2, ' lemman' = \ovex ; ibid, 'his' 
 = her husband's ; ibid., 'grift' =gc3.f\.eA; 1. 3, ' Maukin' = 
 hare; 11. 13-14 — a noticeable example of the influence of 
 'that' intervening between plural nom. and verb sing, with 
 an example to the contrary in 'hoard.' 
 
 j> 95> 1- 9> ' JSack oji' != easHa. elected his seat, 'on' being inserted, m.g. • 
 1. 12, 'brack' — see p. 80, 1. 3, and note; 1. 17, 'ougkt' — 
 owed ; 1. 28, ' ctirji ' = ill-tempered. 
 
 ,, 96, 1. 19, 'floweih ' — a third example (see p. 57, 1. 10, and p. 64, 1. 17) 
 of the verb in ' th ' following a plural nom. ; 1. 23, sing, verb 
 following nom. plural, the author apparently misled (as Shake- 
 speare) by the accusative sing, (here 'ship ') preceding the verb. 
 
 ,, 97, 1.4, ' vneoutk' = \inknovrn — -a fine example of the word in this sense ; 
 1. 9, 'bray' — curious application of the word, r.g,; 1. 15, 
 ' Doa ' — doe. 
 
 ,, 98, 1. 6, '/enure' = tenor. 
 
 ,, 99, 1. 19, ' remorse' = pity, as before ; 1. 26, 'skants' — a neuter verb = 
 wants ; 1. 28 = that he [doth] wish. 
 
 ,, loi, 1. 12, 'fl!»/irr)/'rf' = discovered. 
 
 ,, 102,1. S, ' .£//zra ' = plural of Elysium — not possibly Eliza[beth] ; 1. 6, 
 ' deep'Jl' — qu., misprint for 'deepes'? 1. 18, 'told of Pkillis 
 ioye' — see Introduction. 
 
 ,, 103,1. 5, 'nuroijh' — misplaced'"'; 1. 26, ' cariere' — see Introduc- 
 tion. So p. 107, 1. 5. 
 
Notes and Illustrations. 1 3 1 
 
 Page 105, 1. 7, 'i«/i'^i/' = bruited; 1. 13, ' Zam/n'A ' — another feigned and 
 
 (to me) unknown name. 
 ,, 106, 1. 17, '/ar/^ ' = parley, and so pronounced; 1. 26, '^ffrfj ' = goads 
 
 or points. 
 „ 107, 1. 7, ' Aaniiy' = a-djective of hand, as before with 'daly' and 
 
 'busky ' ; 1. 9, '^oes' — again verb sing. nom. pi. 
 „ 108, 1. 6, • rauMd ' = ravin'd, as before. 
 ,, 109. 1. 10, '/ro»fe«-r ' = ramparts of the town. 
 ,, 110, 1. 5, 'yfe//j-'= fail us ; 1. 24, '/?-f-^««(^'= draw out. 
 „ 112, ' baticiy' — as in the game of Tennis ; 1. 19 — I have supplied ' been ' 
 
 — there is also understood [those] Grecians ; 1. 22, ' iraiidls ' — 
 
 good example of verb sing, after nom. pi., ' that ' intervening = 
 
 towards, as before. 
 ,, 115, 1. 2. ' Inuironed'=mvnoned ; 1. 22, '/i?«if?-affe'= laverock, lark — 
 
 so in Scotland still; 1. 25, ' Menmons' =Memnon; ibid., 
 
 ' mother' = Eos and Hemera. 
 ,, 116, 1. II, ' /^i?j/a//a»'= Vespasian ; 1. 25, ' delay'' ^Xx^ or keep off or 
 
 back; last 1., ' great Brittaiiie' — slowly creeping into use and 
 
 ultimately becoming ' Great Britain. ' 
 ,, 117, 1- 8, 'c<)^;'= met ; 1. 12, '/aK^/z'/'^ turn it to dry land. 
 ,, 118,1. I, ' raine'' — reign; 1. 13, ' fe^(^ ^/rasrej ' = bag-pipes ; 1. 19^ 
 
 ' haulty '— haughty ; 1. 23, ' regardlejfe^ = not to be regarded ; 
 
 1. 25, ' Ibeame ' — a manifest misprint, probably for ' Ibene, ' 
 
 the Heben of Spenser and Hebenon of Shakespeare. Here 
 
 (as is also shown in Spenser) = yew ; 1. 26, 'Jkean '= crooked 
 
 sword. See Nares, s.v., for a full note, with examples. 
 ,, 119, 1. 2, '^arw/5 '= magnificent, &c., but here (apparently) = wild (Hal- 
 
 liwell, j-.w.) ; 1. 7, '^?-«)'j-'= rising ground, Scottice 'braes '= 
 
 brows. So in Scotch ' eye-brees '= eye-brows. 
 ,, 120, 1. 22, ' cope'= met, so p. 117, 1. 8, and note. 
 ,, 121, 1. 8, 'nights trumpeters' = nidi's trumpeter's, i.e., the cock. Cf. 
 
 p. 123, St. 2. 
 ,, 122, 1. 9, ' all and fame' = the whole and each. 
 ,, 123, 1. 9, ' Eiirian' — see Introduction. 
 
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