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WORKS OF DR. THOMAS CAMPION. 
 
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THE WORKS 
 
 OF 
 
 DR. THOMAS CAMPION 
 
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CONTENTS. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Introduction .... . . . , vii 
 
 A Book of Airs . . . i 
 Two Books of Airs .... .41 
 
 The Third and Fourth Books of Airs ... .85 
 
 Songs of Mourning . . 133 
 
 Masque at the Marriage of the Lord Hayes . 145 
 A Relation of the Entertainment given by the 
 
 Lord Knowles .... . . 173 
 
 The Lords' Masque .... 191 
 
 Masque at the Marriage of' the Earl of Somerset 211 
 
 Observations in the Art of English Poesy 225 
 
 Epigrammatum Librf IL, etc. . . 263 
 
 Scattered Verses . . 396 
 
INTRODUCTION. 
 
 DR. THOMAS CAMPION, whose works are 
 now first collected, was held in high esteem 
 by his contemporaries J but the materials for his 
 memoir are very scanty. Dr. Jessopp, in the " Dic- 
 tionary of National Biography,'' suggests that he 
 was probably the second son of Thomas Campion 
 of Witham, Essex, gent., by Anastace, daughter of 
 John Spettey, of Chelmsford.^ This suggestion 
 cannot be accepted ; for it appears from Chester's 
 " London Marriage Licences " that Thomas Cam- 
 pion of Witham married Anastace Spettey in 1597, 
 — when Dr. Campion was' about thirty years of 
 age. Sir Harris Nicolas, in his preface to Davison's 
 " Poetical Rhapsody " (p. cxxi), pointed out that a 
 Thomas Campion was admitted a member of 
 Gray's Inn in 1586;" and conjectured that this 
 was the poet, who is shown to have had some con- 
 nection with the Inn from the fact that in 1594 
 he wrote a song, " Of Neptune's empire let us 
 sing," &c., for the Gray's Inn Masque. Had 
 Nicolas been acquainted with Campion's Latin epi- 
 grams, he might have greatly strengthened his case 
 by adducing the following verses addressed, in 
 1595, to the members of Gray's Inn : — 
 
 ' See the "Visitation of London" (Harleian Society, 
 1S80, i. 134). 
 ^ See " Admittances to Gray's Inn," Harl. MS, 1912. 
 
viii INTRODUCTION. 
 
 " Ad Graios. 
 Graii, sive magis juvat vetustum 
 Nomen Purpulii,' decus Britannum, 
 Sic Astraea gregem beare vestrum, 
 Sic Pallas velit, ut favere nugis 
 Disjuncti socii velitis ipsi, 
 Tetrae si neque sint, nee infacetae, 
 Sed quales merito exhibere plausu 
 Vosmet, ludere cum lubet, soletis " (p. 366). 
 
 The words " disjuncti socii " plainly show that 
 Campion had at one time belonged to the society 
 of Gray's Inn. But the legal profession (as we 
 learn from more than one of his Latin epigrams) 
 was not to his taste ; and he does pot appear to 
 have been called to the Bar. Applying himself to 
 medicine, he took his degree of M.D., and practised 
 as a physician. Dr. Jessopp supposes that his 
 degree was taken abroad; but we have clear 
 evidence to prove that he studied at Cambridge. 
 W[illiam] C[lerke] in "Polimanteia," 1595, noticing 
 various poets of the time, writes : " I know, Cam- 
 bridge, howsoever now old, thou hast some young, 
 bid them be chaste, yet suffer them to be witty ; let 
 them be soundly learned, yet suffer them to be 
 gentlemanlike qualified." The marginal annota- 
 tion to this passage is " Sweet Master Campion." 
 
 ' The name " Purpulii " has reference to the masque of 
 1594— "Gesta Graiorum ; or the History of the High and 
 Mighty Prince Henry, Prince of PurpooU" &c. Gray's 
 Inn was jocularly styled for the occasion " The State of 
 Purpoole." 
 
INTRODUCTION. ix 
 
 But I can find no particulars about Campion's 
 Cambridge career. He is not once mentioned in 
 Messrs. Cooper's " Athenae Cantabrigienses." 
 
 The earliest notice of him as a poet is in the 
 prologue to Peek's "Honour of the Garter," 1593. 
 At that date he had published nothing ; but some 
 of his poems had been circulated, according to the 
 custom of the time, among his friends. Peele 
 addresses him as 
 
 "thou 
 That richly clothest conceit with well-made words." 
 
 The reference in " Polimanteia " is obviously to 
 his English poems; and in Harl. MS. 6910, which 
 is dated 1596, three of his songs are found. Pro- 
 bably much of his best work was written before the 
 close of the sixteenth century. 
 
 The first of Campion's publications was a volume 
 of Latin epigrams, entered in the Stationers' 
 Register and December, 1594 (Arber's "Tran- 
 script,"' ii. 666), and printed in the following year. 
 So rare is the edition of 1595 that nobody at the 
 present day appears to have seen it. There is no 
 copy in the British Museum, the Bodleian, or the 
 Cambridge University Library; and I know no 
 private library in which it is found. But the 
 collection, with large additions, was reprinted in 
 
 ' " Richard ffeild Entred for his copie vnder the wardens 
 hands in court/ a booke intituled Thoma Campiane 
 
X INTRODUCTION. 
 
 1619. The whole of the First Book of the epigrams 
 in ed. 1619 seems to have been then issued for 
 the first time. Cf. Epigr. 2, Lib. I., " Nuper cur 
 natum libro praepono priori?" In the Second 
 Book are contained the epigrams that belonged to 
 the 1595 collection. The curious poem "Umbra" 
 was written, in its present form, some time after 
 the marriage (1613) of the Princess Elizabeth. 
 We have no means of iixing the date of the elegies ; 
 but they seem to have been written in the glow of 
 youth. 
 
 From the epigrams we learn something of the 
 literary society in which Campion moved. Two 
 epigrams (pp. 300, 332) are addressed to Charles 
 Fitzgeffrey, the author of a spirited poem, " Sir 
 Francis Drake, His Honorable Life's Commenda- 
 tion," &c., 1596. In 1 60 1 Fitzgeffrey published a 
 volume of Latin epigrams, "Affaniae," and ad- 
 dressed two of them to Campion. As " Affaniae " 
 is a scarce little book, which few readers have 
 seen, I will quote one of the epigrams :— 
 
 "Ad Thomam Campianum. 
 O cujus genio Romana elegia debet 
 
 Quantum Nasoni debuit ante suo ! 
 Ille, sed invitus, Latiis deduxit ab oris 
 
 In Scythicos fines barbaricosque Getas. 
 Te duce caenileos invisit prima Britannos 
 
 Quamque potest urbem dicere jure suam. 
 (Magnus enim domitor late, dominator et orbis 
 
 Viribus effractis, Cassivelane, tuis, 
 
INTRODUCTION. xi 
 
 Julius Ausonium populum Latiosque penates 
 Victor in hac olim jusserat urbe coli.) 
 
 Ergo relegatas Nasonis crimine Musas 
 In patriam revocas restituisque suis." 
 
 Another friend of Campion was William Percy (a 
 son of Henry Percy, Earl of Northumberland), the 
 author of a collection of sonnets, "Caelia," 1595. 
 Percy was a member of Glocester Hall, now 
 Worcester College, Oxford; and to the same 
 society belonged Edward Mychelburne (or Michel- 
 bourne), who, with his brothers Laurence and 
 Thomas, was among Campion's most intimate 
 friends. Wood calls Edward Mychelburne "a 
 most noted poet of his time;" but, with the 
 exception of two copies of commendatory verses 
 prefixed to Peter Bales' "Art of Brachygraphy," 
 he published nothing. Both Fitzgeffrey and 
 Campion thought very highly of his abilities, and 
 urged him to print a work which they had read 
 with admiration in MS. Another member of the 
 Oxford circle was Barnabe Barnes, the lyric poet 
 and sonneteer. For some unknown reason Cam- 
 pion quarrelled with Barnes, whom he assailed 
 with epigrams both Latin and English (see pp. 
 247, 251, 252, 268, 336). Nashe, in "Have with 
 you to Saffron Walden," 1596, refers gleefully to 
 that " universal applauded Latin poem of Master 
 Campion's" in which Barnes is taunted with 
 cowardice (p. 336). In or before 1606 a recon- 
 ciliation was patched up between Barnes and 
 
xii INTRODUCTION. 
 
 Campion ; for in that year Campion prefixed two 
 copies of commendatory verses to Barnes' " Four 
 Books of Offices." But the quarrel was sub- 
 sequently renewed; and in 1619, when the book 
 of Latin epigrams was republished, Campion not 
 only retained the obnoxious epigram of 1595, but 
 added another in ridicule of Barnes. One epigram 
 (p. 339) is directed against Nicholas Breton. It 
 is clever, but somewhat malicious : — 
 
 "In Bretonem. 
 Carmine defunctum, Breto, caute inducis Amorem ; 
 Nam numeris nunquam viveret ille tuis." 
 
 A couple of fine epigrams are addressed to Lord 
 Bacon (pp. 303-4), whose " De Sapientia Veterum" 
 is enthusiastically praised. To Bacon's learning, 
 eloquence, and munificence Campion paid a worthy 
 tribute : — 
 
 "Quantus ades, seu te spinosa volumina juris, 
 
 Seu schola, seu dulcis Musa (Eacone) vocat ! 
 Quam super ingenti tua re Prudentia regnat, 
 
 Et tota aethereo nectare lingua madens ! 
 Quam bene cum tacita nectis gravitate lepores ! 
 
 Quam semel admissis stat tuus almus amor ! 
 Haud stupet aggesti mens in fulgore metalli ; 
 
 Nunquam visa tibi est res peregrina dare." 
 
 Other epigrams show that Campion was jealous 
 for the honour of his profession and viewed with 
 contempt the pretensions of quacks.^ From one 
 
 ' Campion was a physician of note. He is mentioned 
 in a copy of satirical verses, " Of London Physicians," 
 
INTRODUCTION. xiii 
 
 epigram we learn that he was sparely built, and 
 that he envied men of a full habit of body (p. 321). 
 
 " Crassis invideo tenuis nimis ipse, videtur 
 
 Satque mihi felix qui sat obesus erit. 
 Nam vacat assidue mens illi, corpora gaudet, 
 
 Et risu curas tristitiamque fugat. 
 Praecipuum venit haec etiam inter commoda, Luci, 
 
 Quod moriens minimo saepe labore perit. " 
 
 I suspect that few will care to read all these 
 epigrams ; but I have thought it best to give the 
 collection in full. Campion's Latinity is usually 
 easy and elegant. Some of the epigrams are thin 
 and wanting in point, but others have all the com- 
 pact neatness of Martial. In his handling of 
 hendecasyllables Campion seems to me to have 
 been very successful. Take, for instance, the 
 dedicatory verses to the brothers Mychelburne 
 (p. 314) :— 
 
 " I nunc, quicquid habes ineptiarum 
 Damnatum tenebris diu, libelle, 
 In lucem sine candidam venire 
 Excusoris ope eruditioris," &c. 
 
 The Sapphics, too, are gracefully turned. Meres, 
 in "Palladis Tamia," 1598, mentions Campion 
 
 privately printed (in 1879) from a MS. common-place book 
 of a Cambridge student, circa 161 1 : — 
 " How now Doctor Champion, musick's & poesies stout 
 Champion, 
 Will you nere leaue prating ? " 
 This is very mild satire. Many of his brother practitioners 
 are far more severely handled. 
 
xi'v INTRODUCTION. 
 
 among the " English men, being Latin poets," who 
 had "attained good report and honourable ad- 
 vancement in the Latin empire." It would be 
 difficult to name any other English writer of that 
 time whose Latin verse shows so much spirit and 
 polish. 
 
 But it is not by his Latin verse that Campion will 
 be remembered. In 1601 appeared the first col- 
 lection of his beautiful English songs, " A Book of 
 Airs." The music was written partly by Cam- 
 pion and partly by Philip Rosseter ; but all the 
 poetry, we may be sure, was Campion's. From 
 the dedicatory epistle by Rosseter it appears that 
 Campion's songs had been circulated in MS., 
 "whereby they grew both public and, as coin 
 cracked in exchange, corrupt " ; further, that some 
 impudent persons had claimed the credit both of 
 the music and the poetry. The unsigned address 
 To the Reader, which follows the dedicatory epistle, 
 was clearly written by Campion. " The lyric poets 
 among the Greeks .and Latins," we are told, "were 
 first inventors of airs, tying themselves strictly to 
 the number and value of their syllables ; of which 
 sort you shall find here only one song, in Sapphic 
 verse ; the rest are after the fashion of the time, 
 ear-pleasing rhymes without art." Let us be thank- 
 ful that there was only one Sapphic, and that the 
 rest of the songs were in " ear-pleasing rhymes." 
 It would have been a sad loss to English poetry if 
 Campion had abandoned rhyme and written his 
 
INTRODUCTION. xv 
 
 songs in unrhymed metres formed on classical 
 models. In 1602, the year after the publication of 
 his "Book of Airs," he produced his "Observations 
 in the Art of English Poesy," in which he strove to 
 show that the "vulgar and unartificial custom of 
 rhyming " should be forthwith discontinued. The 
 specimens of unrhymed verse that he gives in his 
 " Observations " — iambic dimetres, trochaics, 
 Anacreontics, and the rest— have a certain interest 
 as metrical curiosities, and serve as a warning-piece 
 to wandering wits. There was a time when Spenser 
 busied himself with profitless metrical experiments 
 and sought the advice of such persons as Drant and 
 Gabriel Harvey; but both Spenser and^ Campion 
 soon saw the error of their ways. Rhyme found an 
 able champion in Samuel Daniel, who promptly 
 published his "Defence of Rhyme,'' 1602 (ed. 2, 
 1603), in answer to Campion's "Observations." 
 Daniel expressed his surprise that an attack on 
 rhyme should have been made by one " whose 
 commendable rhymes, albeit now himself an enemy 
 to rhyme, have given heretofore to the world the 
 best notice of his worth." He was careful to state, 
 with that courtesy which distinguished him, that 
 Campion was "a man of fair parts and good re- 
 putation." Ben Jonson wrote (as we learn from his 
 conversations with Drummond) a Discourse of Poesy 
 "both against Campion and Daniel"; but it was 
 never published. 
 
 " Ear-pleasing rhymes without art." Such is the 
 
xvi INTRODUCTION. 
 
 description that Campion gives of his songs. " Ear- 
 pleasing" they undoubtedly are ; there are no sweeter 
 lyrics in English poetry than are to be found in 
 Campion's song-books. But "without art" they 
 assuredly are not, for they are frequently models of 
 artistic perfection. It must be admitted that there 
 is inequality in Campion's work ; that some of the 
 poems are carelessly worded, others diffuse. But 
 when criticism has said its last word in the way of 
 disparagement, what a wealth of golden poetry is 
 left ! Turn where we will, images of beauty meet our 
 eyes. There is nothing antiquated about these old 
 songs ; they are as fresh as if they had been written 
 yesterday. Campion was certainly not " born out 
 of his due time " ; he came at just the right moment. 
 Lodge and Nicholas Breton were less fortunate; they 
 could not emancipate themselves, once for all, from 
 the lumbering versification on which their youth had 
 been fostered. Campion's poetry is sometimes thin, 
 commonplace if you will, but it is never rude or 
 heavy. "In these English airs," he writes in the 
 address To the Reader before "Two Books of Airs," 
 " I have chiefly aimed to couple my words and notes 
 lovingly together " ; and he succeeded. His lyrics 
 are always graceful and happy and unconstrained ; 
 never a jarring note ; everywhere ease and sim- 
 plicity. John Davies of Hereford (in the addresses 
 To Worthy Persons appended to " The Scourge of 
 Folly," i6ro,ii) praised him in most felicitous 
 language: — 
 
INTRODUCTION. xvii 
 
 " Never did lyrics' more than happy strains, 
 Strained out of Art by Nature so with ease, 
 So purely hit the moods and various veins 
 Of Music and her hearers as do these." 
 
 The praise could hardly be bettered ; for every 
 reader must be struck by Campion's sureness of 
 touch and by his variety. His devotional poetry 
 is singularly excellent ; but its worth has never been 
 recognized. You may search your sacred antho- 
 logies and you will not meet a mention of Campion's 
 name. But where will you find in these anthologies 
 a poem that for spiritual fervour can compare with 
 " Awake, awake ! thou heavy sprite " (p. 59) ? The 
 achievements of our devotional poets are for the 
 most part worthless, and our secular poets seem to 
 lose their inspiration when they touch on sacred 
 themes. All the more valuable, therefore, are these 
 devotional poems of Campion. To fine religious 
 exaltation he joined the true lyric faculty ; and such 
 a union is one of the rarest of literary phenomena. 
 His sacred poems never offend against good taste. 
 In richness of imagination the man who wrote 
 " When thou must home to shades of under- 
 ground," and " Hark, all you ladies that do sleep," 
 was at least the equal of Crashawe ; but he never 
 failed to exhibit in his sacred poetry that sobriety 
 of judgment in which Crashawe was so painfully 
 deficient .'^ 
 
 ' I may remark that there is no ground for supposing that 
 Dr. Campion in any way shared the religious views of his 
 namesake Edmund Campion the Jesuit. 
 
xvlii INTRODUCTION. 
 
 In 1607 was published Campion's first masque, 
 written for the marriage of Sir James Hay, and 
 presented at Whitehall before the King on Twelfth- 
 night, 1606-7. It is a pleasing and ingenious en- 
 tertainment, the song of the Sylvans— " Now hath 
 Flora robbed her bowers" (p. 154)— being in 
 Campion's choicest style. The additional songs 
 at the end (pp. 17 1-2) are not so successful; but 
 the Apology to the Reader, " Neither buskin now 
 nor bays" (p. 170), is wholly delightful. In 1613 
 Campion prepared three masques : one, the Lords' 
 Masque, for the marriage of the Princess Elizabeth, 
 another for the Queen's entertainment at Cawsome 
 [Caversham] House near Reading, and the third 
 for the marriage of Robert Carr, Earl of Somerset. 
 Chamberlain gives an indifferent account of the 
 Lords' Masque in one of his letters : " Of the Lords' 
 Masque I hear no great commendation, save only 
 for riches, their devices being long and tedious, 
 and more like a play than a masque " (Winwood's 
 " Memorials,'' iii. 435). It is to be noticed that 
 Chamberlain himself was not present ; he wrote 
 merely from hearsay. The star-dance, arranged 
 by Inigo Jones, was surely most effective ; and the 
 hearers must have been indeed insensate if they 
 were not charmed by the beautiful song, " Advance 
 your choral motions now" (p. 198). It is gratify- 
 ing to find Campion at the close of the song com- 
 mending Inigo Jones' skill and modestly putting 
 himself in the background : " According to the 
 
INTRODUCTION. xix 
 
 humour of this song, the stars moved in an exceed- 
 ing strange and delightful manner, and I suppose 
 few have ever seen more neat artifice than Master 
 Inigo Jones shewed in contriving their motion, 
 who in all the rest of the workmanship which 
 belonged to the whole invention shewed extra- 
 ordinary industry and skill, which if it be not as 
 lively exprest in writing as it appeared in view, rob 
 not him of his due, but lay the blame on my want 
 of right apprehending his instructions for the 
 adorning of his art." Campion's relations with 
 Inigo Jones were pleasanter than Ben Jensen's. 
 Of the masque in honour of the nuptials of the 
 Earl of Somerset and the infamous Lady Frances 
 Howard, presented at Whitehall on St. Stephen's 
 night, 1 613, Chamberlain again speaks disparag- 
 ingly : " I hear little or no commendation of the 
 masque made by the Lords that night, either for 
 device or dancing, only it was rich and costly." 
 One thing is certain, — that it was infinitely too 
 good for the occasion. With what bitter mockery 
 the Fates answered the poet's prayer for the hap- 
 piness of the bridegroom and the bride ! — 
 
 " All blessings which the Fates prophetic sung 
 
 At Peleus' nuptials, and whatever tongue 
 
 Can figure more, this night and aye betide 
 
 The honoured bridegroom and the honoured bride." 
 
 It is to be regretted that Campion should have 
 come forward to bless so unhallowed a union.^ 
 
 ^ "The Masque of Flowers," presented by the Gentlemen 
 
XX INTRODUCTION. 
 
 The untimely death of Prince Henry, in Novem- 
 ber, i6i 2, was a heavy blow for the whole nation, and 
 for men of letters in particular. There was no insin- 
 cerity in the grief shown by the poets. Each felt 
 that he had lost a friend and a protector ; for this 
 young Prince — he was but eighteen when he died 
 — had shown himself a true patron of art and letters. 
 To him Drayton had dedicated the " Polyolbion," 
 and under his patronage Chapman had laboured at 
 his translation of Homer. Campion, who no doubt 
 had been personally acquainted with the Prince, 
 was among those whose grief found utterance in 
 verse. He issued in 1613 a small collection of 
 songs entitled " Songs of Mourning," set to music 
 by an eminent composer, John Coperario (whose 
 real name was John Cooper). The songs are 
 dedicated to the King, the Queen, Prince Charles, 
 Princess Elizabeth, the Count Palatine (who had 
 come to England to marry the Princess Elizabeth, 
 and whose marriage had been postponed owing to 
 the Prince's death), to Great Britain, and to the 
 World. Good though they are, these songs do 
 not rank with Campion's best work, for he was 
 necessarily somewhat cramped by the nature of the 
 subject. The elegy that precedes the songs bears elo- 
 quent testimony to the Prince's virtues and abilities. 
 
 of Gray's Inn on Twelfth-night, 1613-4, in honour of Somer- 
 set's marriage, has been hastily attributed to Campion ; but 
 I cannot discover that he had any hand in it. The poetry is 
 of an inferior order. 
 
INTRODUCTION. xxi 
 
 Campion's second song-book, "Two Books of 
 Airs," is undated; but it must have been issued 
 after November, 1612 (probably in 16 13), for in 
 one of the songs there is a reference to the death 
 of Prince Henry (p. 52). The first book consists 
 of "Divine and Moral Songs," and is dedicated 
 to the Earl of Cumberland, who appears from 
 the dedicatory sonnet to have been a patron of 
 Campion : — 
 
 " What patron could I choose, great Lord, but you ? 
 
 Grave words your ears may challenge as their own : 
 And every note of music is your due 
 
 Whose house the Muses' Palace I have known." 
 
 The second book, a collection of love-songs, "Light 
 Conceits of Lovers," is dedicated to the Earl's 
 eldest son, Lord Clifford. From the Address to 
 the Reader we learn that Campion had many other 
 songs in reserve ; " but of many songs," he writes, 
 " which, partly at the request of friends, partly for 
 my own recreation, were by me long since com- 
 posed, I have now enfranchised a few.'' 
 
 In his latest collection, the " Third and Fourth 
 Books of Airs," he enfranchised a few more. 
 The third book was dedicated to Sir Thomas 
 Monson, and the fourth book to his son, John Mon- 
 son. In 16 15 Sir Thomas Monson was examined in 
 regard to the murder of Sir Thomas Overbury, and 
 in October of that year a warrant was issued for 
 his arrest. During his confinement in the Tower 
 Campion was allowed to act as his medical atten- 
 
xxii INTRODUCTION. 
 
 dant (Hist. MS. Comm., Rep. vii., 671). It appears 
 that Campion himself was examined, on 26 October, 
 1615. He admitted that he had received ;^i 400 — 
 ;^iooo in gold and ;£'4oo in " white money " — from 
 Alderman Helwys (or Elwys) on behalf of Sir Ger- 
 vase Helwys, for the use of Sir Thomas Monson, the 
 midsummer after Sir Gervase became Lieutenant of 
 the Tower ; but he knew not for what consideration 
 the money was paid (Cal. State Papers, Dom., 1611- 
 19).^ Suspicions attached to Sir Thomas Monson, 
 but no evidence of a definite character was forth- 
 coming. In October, 1616, he was released on 
 bail, and he was pardoned — not acquitted, but 
 pardoned — in February, 161 7. Campion's un- 
 dated song-book was published after Monson's 
 pardon had been granted, for in the dedica- 
 tory epistle he congratulated his patron upon the 
 fact that 
 
 " those clouds that lately overcast 
 Your fame and fortune are dispersed at last." 
 
 Prefixed to the fourth book is an Address to the 
 Reader in which Campion remarks, " Some words 
 are in these books which have been clothed in 
 music by others, and I am content they then served 
 their turn : yet give me now leave to make use of 
 mine own." I think there can be little doubt that 
 Campion did not reclaim all his poems, but that 
 
 ' I have referred to the original document in the Record 
 Office, but it gives no additional particulars. 
 
INTRODUCTION. xxiii 
 
 some are scattered up and down the song-books of 
 the time. In the autumn of 1617 the Earl of 
 Cumberland received the King, on his return 
 journey from Scotland, at Brougham Castle. Pre- 
 parations were made for a musical entertainment ; 
 and the Earl wrote to his son Lord Clifford, 
 "Sonn, I have till now expected your lettres ac- 
 cording to your promis at your departure : so did 
 George Minson [Mason] your directions touching 
 the musicke, whereupon he mought the better have 
 writt to Dr. Campion." The " Airs sung and 
 played at Brougham Castle " were published in 
 16 18. Mason and Earsden were the composers 
 of the music ; but I have little doubt that Campion 
 supplied the words. The charming song, " Robin 
 is a lovely lad " (printed in my " Lyrics from 
 Elizabethan Song-books"), is quite in Campion's 
 vein. In Robert Jones' collections we find some 
 songs that unquestionably belong to Campion and 
 were claimed by him ; and I have a strong sus- 
 picion that Jones' "My love bound me with a kiss" 
 (also in the "Lyrics") is Campion's.^ The subject 
 might be pursued further. 
 
 There is one work by Campion which I have 
 not reprinted, — " A New Way of making Four parts 
 in Counter-point, by a most familiar and infallible 
 Rule," &c., n.d. (1617?), 8vo. It is a strictly tech- 
 nical treatise, and its inclusion would considerably 
 increase the already large dimensions of the present 
 ' See note, p. 318. 
 
A Booke of Ay res,, Set foorth to be song to the Lute, 
 Orpherian, and Base Violl, by Philip Rosseter, Lute- 
 iiist : And are to be solde at his house in Fleetstreete 
 neere to the Gray-hou7td. At Lonond \sic\. Printed 
 by Peter Short, by the assent of Thomas Morley, 1601. 
 fol. 
 
TO THE RIGHT VIRTUOUS AND WORTHY 
 
 KNIGHT, SIR THOMAS MOUNSON.' 
 
 Sir, 
 ' I 'HE general voice of your worthiness, and the many 
 
 -•- particular favours which I have heard Master 
 Campion, with dutiful respect, often acknowledge him- 
 self to have received from you, have emboldened me 
 to present this Book of Airs to your favourable judge- 
 ment and gracious protection ; especially because the 
 first rank of Songs are of his own composition, made 
 at his vacant hours, and privately imparted to his 
 friends : whereby they grew both public, and, as coin 
 cracked in exchange, corrupted ; and some of them, 
 both words and notes, unrespectively challenged '^ by 
 others. In regard of which wrongs, though his self 
 neglects these light fruits as superfluous blossoms of 
 his deeper studies, yet hath it pleased him, upon my 
 entreaty, to grant me the impression of part of them : 
 to which I have added an equal number of mine own. 
 And this two-faced Janus, thus in one body united, I 
 humbly entreat you to entertain and defend : chiefly 
 in respect of the affection which I suppose you bear 
 him who, I am assured, doth, above all others, love 
 and honour you. 
 
 And for my part I shall think myself happy if in any 
 service I may deserve this favour. 
 
 Your Worship's humbly devoted, 
 Philip Rosseter. 
 
 1 For a notice of Sir Tliomas Mounson (or Monson) see hitro- 
 duction. 
 - Claimed. 
 
A BOOK OP AIRS. 
 
 TO THE READER. 
 
 JJT'HAT epigrams are in poetry, the same are 
 airs in music: then in their chief perfectio7i 
 when they are short and well seasoned. But to clog a 
 light song with a long pr£eludium, is to corrupt the 
 nature of it. Many rests in music were invented, either 
 for necessity of the fugue, or granted as an harmonical 
 licence in songs of tnany parts : but in airs T find no 
 use they have, unless it be to make a vulgar and trivial 
 modulation seem to the ignorant, strange ; and to the 
 judicial, tedious. A naked air without guide, or prop, 
 or colour but his own, is easily censured^ of every ear; 
 and requires so much the more invention to make it 
 please. And as Martial speaks in defence of his short 
 epigrams ; so may I say in the apology of airs : that 
 where there is a volume, there can be no imputation of 
 shortness. The lyric poets atnong the Creeks and 
 Latitis were first inventors of airs, tying theinselves 
 strictly to the number and value of their syllables : of 
 which sort, you shall find here, only one song''' in 
 Sapphic verse ; the rest are after the fashion of the 
 time, ear-pleasing rhymes, without art. The subject of 
 thetn is, for the most part, amorous : and why not 
 amorous songs, as well as amorous attires 1 Or why 
 not new airs, as well as new fashions ? 
 
 For the note atid tableture, if they satisfy the most, 
 we have our desire; let expert masters please them- 
 
 1 Judged. 
 
 2 "Come, let us sound," &c. , p. 23. 
 
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 selves with better. And if any light error hath escaped 
 us, the skilful jnay easily correct it, the unskilful will 
 hardly perceive it. But there are some who, to appear 
 the more deep and singular in their judgement, will 
 admit no music but that which is long, intricate, bated 
 with fugue, chained with syncopation, and where the 
 nature of every word is precisely expressed in the note : 
 like the old exploded action in comedies, when if they 
 did pronounce Memini, they would point to the huider 
 part of their heads; ifN\A&o,put their finger in their 
 eye. But such childish observing of words is altogether 
 ridiculous : and we ought to maintain, as well in notes 
 as in action, a manly carriage j gracing no word, but 
 that which is eminent and emphatical. Nevertheless, 
 as in poesy we give the preemininence to the Heroical 
 Poem; so in music, we yield the chief place to the 
 grave and well invented Motet : but not to every harsh 
 and dull confused Fantasy, where, in midtitude of 
 points, the harmony is quite drowned. 
 
 Airs have both their art and pleasure : and Twill 
 conclude of them, as the poet did in his censure of 
 Catullus the Lyric, and Virgil the Heroic writer : 
 Tantum magna suo debet Verona Catullo, 
 Quantum parva suo Mantua ViRGlLlO. 
 
A BOOK OF AIRS. 
 
 A TABLE OF HALF THE SONGS CONTAINED 
 IN THIS BOOK, BY T. C. 
 
 1. My sweetest Lesbia. 
 
 2. Though you are young. 
 
 3. 1 care not for these ladies. 
 
 4. Follow thy fair sun. 
 
 5. My love hath vowed. 
 
 6. When to her lute. 
 
 7. Turn back, you wanton flyer. 
 
 8. It fell on a summer's day. 
 g. The cypress curtain. 
 
 10. Follow your saint. 
 
 11. Fair, if you expect admiring. 
 
 12. Thou art not fair. 
 
 13. See where she flies. 
 
 14. Blame not my cheeks. 
 
 15. When the god of merry love. 
 
 16. Mistress, since you so much desire. 
 
 17. Your fair looks imflame. 
 
 18. The man of life upright. 
 
 19. Hark all you ladies. 
 
 20. When thou must home. 
 
 21. Come let us soimd with melody. 
 
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 T Y ^ sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love ; > 
 
 *• And though the sager sort our deeds reprove, 
 us not weigh them : heaven's great lamps do dive 
 
 I their west, and straight again revive : 
 soon as once set is our little light, 
 
 n must we sleep one ever-during night. 
 
 II would lead their lives in love like me, 
 
 n bloody swords and armour should not be ; 
 drum nor trumpet peaceful sleeps should move, 
 ess alarm came from the camp of love : 
 fools do live, and waste their little light, 
 I seek with pain their ever-during night. 
 
 en timely d^th my life and fortune ends, 
 
 not my hearse be vext with mourning friends ; 
 
 let all lovers, rich in triumph, come 
 
 1 with sweet pastimes grace my happy tomb : 
 
 1, Lesbia, close up thou my little light, 
 
 1 crown with love my ever-during night. 
 
 r HOUGH ^ you are young, and I am old, " 
 
 Though your veins hot, and my blood cold, 
 hough youth is moist, and age is dry ; 
 et embers live, when flames do die. 
 
 iuggested by (and partly translated from) Catullus' 
 
 " Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus." 
 This song is frequently found in seventeenth century MS. 
 nonplace-books. 
 
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 The tender graft is easily broke, 
 But who shall shake the sturdy oak ? 
 You are more fresh and fair than I ; 
 Yet stubs do live when flowers do die. 
 
 Thou, that thy youth doth vainly boast. 
 Know buds are soonest nipt with frost : 
 Think that thy fortune stiU doth cry, 
 "Thou fool ! to-morrow thou must die !" 
 
 ^I 
 
 CARE not for these ladies. 
 That must be wooed and prayed : 
 
 Give me kind Amarillis, 
 
 The wanton country maid. 
 
 Nature art disdaineth, 
 
 Her beauty is her own. 
 Her when we court and kiss, 
 She cries, " Forsooth, let go ! " 
 But when we come where comfort is, 
 She never will say "No !" 
 
 If I love Amarillis, 
 She gives me fruit and flowers : 
 But if we love these ladies. 
 We must give golden showers. 
 Give them gold, that sell love. 
 Give me the nut-brown lass. 
 
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 Who, when we court and kiss, 
 She cries, " Forsooth, let go ! " 
 But when we come where comfort is. 
 She never will say " No !" 
 
 These ladies must have pillows, 
 And beds by strangers wrought ; 
 Give me a bower of willows, 
 Of moss and leaves unbought. 
 And fresh AmariUis, 
 With milk and honey fed ; 
 Who, when we court and kiss, 
 She cries " Forsooth, let go ! " 
 But when we come where comfort is, 
 She never wiU say " No !" 
 
 -+■ 
 "Tj^OLLOW thy fair sun, unhappy shadow ! 
 
 -'- Though thou be black as night, 
 
 And she made all of light. 
 
 Yet follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow ! 
 
 FoUow her whose light thy light depriveth ; 
 
 Though here thou livest disgraced. 
 
 And she in heaven is placed. 
 
 Yet foUow her whose light the world reviveth ! 
 
 Follow those pure beams whose beauty burneth. 
 
 That so have scorched thee, 
 
 As thou still black must be. 
 
 Till her kind beams thy black to brightness turneth. 
 
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 Follow her ! while yet her glory shineth : 
 
 There comes a luckless night, 
 
 That will dim all her light ; 
 
 And this the black unhappy shade divineth. 
 
 Follow still ! since so thy fates ordained ; 
 
 The sun must have his shade, 
 
 Till both at once do fade ; 
 
 The sun still proved, the shadow stiU disdained. 
 
 MY love hath vowed he will forsake me, 
 And I am already sped ; 
 Far other promise he did make me 
 
 When he had my maidenhead. 
 If such danger be in playing 
 
 And sport must to earnest turn, 
 I wiU go no more a-maying. 
 
 Had I foreseen what is ensued. 
 And what now with pain I prove. 
 
 Unhappy then I had eschewed 
 This unkind event of love : 
 
 Maids foreknow their own undoing. 
 But fear naught till all is done. 
 
 When a man alone is wooing. 
 
 Dissembling wretch, to gain thy pleasure, 
 What didst thou not vow and swear ? 
 
 So didst thou rob me of the treasure 
 Which so long I held so dear. 
 
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 Now thou pro vest to me a stranger : 
 
 Such is the vile guise of men 
 When a woman is in danger. 
 
 That heart is nearest to misfortune 
 That will trust a feigned tongue ; 
 
 When flatt'ring men our loves importune 
 They intend us deepest wrong. 
 
 If this shame of love's betraying 
 But this once I cleanly shun, 
 
 I will go no more a~maying. 
 
 XT THEN to her lute Corinna sings, ^ iy^ 
 
 * * Her voice revives the leaden strings, 
 And doth in highest notes appear, 
 As any challenged Echo clear ; 
 But when she doth of mourning speak, 
 E'en with her sighs the strings do break. 
 
 And as her lute doth live or die, 
 
 Led by her passion, so must I ! 
 
 For when of pleasure, she doth sing, 
 
 My thoughts enjoy a sudden spring ; 
 
 But if she doth of sorrow speak, 
 
 E'en from my heart the strings do break. 
 
 TURN back, you wanton flyer. 
 And answer my desire, 
 With mutual greeting : 
 Yet bend a little nearer, 
 
A BOOK OF AIRS. 
 
 True beauty still shines clearer, 
 
 In closer meeting. 
 
 Hearts, with hearts delighted, ^ 
 
 Should strive to be united ; 
 
 Either other's arms with arms enchaining 
 
 Hearts with a thought, 
 
 Rosy lips with a kiss still entertaining. 
 
 What harvest half so sweet is 
 
 As still to reap the kisses 
 
 Grown ripe in sowing ? 
 
 And straight to be receiver 
 
 Of that, which thou art giver, 
 
 Rich in bestowing .? 
 
 There's no strict observing 
 
 Of times' or seasons' swerving ;^ 
 
 There is ever one fresh spring abiding. 
 
 Then what we sow with our lips, 
 
 Let us reap, love's gains dividing ! 
 
 IT fell on a summer's day, / 
 
 While sweet Bessy sleeping lay, 
 In her bower, on her bed. 
 Light with curtains shadowed, 
 Jamy came : she him spies. 
 Opening half her heavy eyes. 
 
 Jamy stole in through the door. 
 She lay slumb'ring as before ; 
 
 Old ed. " changing. ' 
 
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 Softly to her he drew near, 
 
 She heard him, yet would not hear : 
 
 Bessy vowed not to speak, 
 
 He resolved that dump to break. 
 
 First a soft kiss he doth take. 
 She lay still and would not wake ; 
 Then his hands learned to woo. 
 She dreamt not what he would do, 
 But still slept, while he smiled 
 To see love by sleep beguiled. 
 
 Jamy then began to play, 
 Bessy as one buried lay. 
 Gladly still through this sleight 
 Deceived in her own deceit ; 
 And since this trance begoon, 
 She sleeps every afternoon. 
 
 THE cypress curtain of the night is spread, 
 And over all a silent dew is cast. L/ 
 
 The weaker cares, by sleep are conquered : 
 But I alone, with hideous grief aghast, 
 In spite of Morpheus' charms, a watch do keep 
 Over mine eyes, to banish careless sleep. 
 
 Yet oft my trembling eyes through faintness close, 
 And then the Map of Hell before me stands ; 
 Which ghosts do see, and I am one of those 
 Ordained to pine in sorrow's endless bands, 
 
14 A BOOK OF AIRS. 
 
 Since from my wretched soul all hopes are reft 
 And now no cause of life to me is left. 
 
 Grief, seize my soul ! for that will still endure 
 When my crazed body is consumed and gone ; 
 Bear it to thy black den ! there keep it sure 
 Where thou ten thousand souls dost tire upon ! 
 Yet all do not afford such food to thee 
 As this poor one, the worser part of me. 
 
 '^ TTOLLOW your saint, follow with accents sweet ! \/' 
 -»- Haste you, sad notes, fall at her flying fleet ! 
 There, wrapped in cloud of sorrow, pity move. 
 And tell the ravisher of my soul I perish for her love : 
 But if she scorns my never-ceasing pain, 
 Then burst with sighing in her sight and ne'er return 
 again ! 
 
 All that I sung stiU to her praise did tend ; 
 Still she was first ; still she my songs did end : 
 Yet she my love and music both doth fly, 
 The music that her Echo is and beauty's sympathy. 
 Then let my notes pursue her scornful flight ! 
 It shall suffice that they were breathed and died for 
 her delight. 
 
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 TIj'AIR, if you expect admiring ; 
 -•- Sweet, if you['d] provoke desiring ; 
 Grace dear love with kind requiting ! 
 Fond, but if thy light be blindness ; 
 False, if thou affect unkindness ; 
 Fly both love and love's delighting ! 
 Then when hope is lost and love is scorned, 
 I'll bury my desires, and quench the fires that ever yet 
 in vain have burned. 
 
 Fates, if you rule lovers' fortune ; 
 Stars, if men your powers importune ; 
 Yield rehef by your relenting ! 
 Time, if sorrow be not endless, 
 Hope made vain, and pity friendless, 
 Help to ease my long lamenting ! 
 But if griefs remain still unredressed, 
 I'll fly to her again, and sue for pity to renew my hopes 
 distressed. 
 
 THOU ^ art not fair, for all thy red and white, 
 For 9.U those rosy ornaments in thee ; 
 
 1 There are two other versions of this poem (which has been 
 erroneously attributed to Dr. Donne and to Joshua Sylvester) in 
 Harl. MS. 6910, fol. 150. 
 
 ' ' Thou shalt not love me, neither shall these eyes 
 Shine on my soul shrouded in deadly night ; 
 Thou shalt not breathe on me thy spiceries, 
 Nor rock me in thy quavers of delight 
 
,6 A BOOK OF AIRS. 
 
 Thou art not sweet, though made of mere delight, 
 Nor fair nor sweet, unless thou pity me. 
 I will not soothe thy fancies : Thou shalt prove 
 That beauty is no beauty without love. 
 
 Yet love not me, nor seek thou to allure 
 
 My thoughts with beauty, were it more divine : 
 
 Hold off thy hands ; for I had rather die 
 Than have my life by thy coy touch reprieved. 
 Smile not on me, but frown thou bitterly : 
 Slay me outright, no lovers are long lived. 
 As for those lips reserved so much in store, 
 Their rosy verdure shall not meet with mine. 
 Withhold thy proud embracements evermore : 
 I'll not be swaddled in those arms of thine. 
 Now show it if thou be a woman right, — 
 Embrace and kiss and love me in despight. " 
 Finis, Tlw : Camp : 
 
 "BEAUTY WITHOUT LOVE DEFORMITY. 
 
 ' ' Thou art not fair for all thy red and white. 
 
 For all those rosy temperatures in thee ; 
 
 Thou art not sweet, though made of mere delight, 
 
 Nor fair nor sweet unless thou pity me. 
 
 Thine eyes are black, and yet their glittering brightness 
 
 Can night enlumine in her darkest den ; 
 
 Thy hands are bloody, though ' contrived of whiteness. 
 
 Both black and bloody, if they murder men ; 
 
 Thy brows, whereon my good hap doth depend. 
 
 Fairer than snow or lily in the spring ; 
 
 Thy tongue which saves (?) at every sweet word's end, 
 
 That hard as marble, this a mortal sting : 
 
 I will not soothe thy follies, thou shalt prove 
 
 That Beauty is no Beauty without Love." 
 
 Finis. Idem. 
 
 ^ MS. "thoughts.' 
 
A BOOK OF AIRS. 17 
 
 Thy smiles and kisses I cannot endure, 
 I'll not be wrapt up in those arms of thine : 
 Now show it, if thou be a woman right, — 
 Embrace, and kiss, and love me, in despite ! 
 
 SEE where she flies enraged from me ! 
 View her when she intends despite, 
 The wind is not more swift than she. 
 Her fury moved such terror makes 
 As to a fearful guilty sprite 
 The voice of heaven's huge thunder-cracks : 
 But when her appeased mind yields to delight. 
 All her thoughts are made of joys. 
 Millions of delights inventing ; 
 Other pleasures are but toys 
 To her beauty's sweet contenting. 
 
 My fortune hangs upon her brow ; 
 
 For as she smiles or frowns on me. 
 
 So must my blown affections bow ; 
 
 And her proud thoughts too well do find 
 
 With what unequal tyranny 
 
 Her beauties do command my mind. 
 
 Though, when her sad planet reigns, 
 
 Froward she be, 
 
 She alone can pleasure move. 
 
 And displeasing sorrow banish. 
 
 May I but still hold her love. 
 
 Let all other comforts vanish. 
 
A BOOK OF AIRS. 
 
 T) LAME not my cheeks, though pale with love they 
 
 The kindly heat unto my heart is flown, 
 To cherish it that is dismayed by thee, 
 Who art so cruel and tmsteadfast grown : 
 For Nature, called for by distressed hearts, 
 Neglects and quite forsakes the outward parts. 
 
 But they whose cheeks with careless blood are stained. 
 Nurse not one spark of love within their hearts ; 
 And, when they woo, they speak with passion feigned, 
 For their fat love hes in their outward parts : 
 But in their breasts, where love his court should hold, 
 Poor Cupid sits and blows his naUs for cold. 
 
 WHEN the god of merry love 
 As yet in his cradle lay. 
 Thus his withered nurse did say : 
 " Thou a wanton boy wilt prove 
 To deceive the powers above ; 
 For by thy continual smiling 
 I see thy power of beguiling." 
 
 Therewith she the babe did kiss ; 
 When a sudden fire outcame 
 From those burning lips of his. 
 That did her with love inflame. 
 But none would regard the same : 
 So that, to her day of dying. 
 The old wretch lived ever crying. 
 
A BOOK OF AIRS. 19 
 
 1\ /r ISTRESS,* since you so much desire 
 ^^ ^ To know the place of Cupid's fire, 
 In your fair shrine that flame doth rest, 
 Yet never harboured in your breast. 
 It 'bides not in your lips so sweet. 
 Nor where the rose and lilies meet ; 
 But a little higher, but a little higher ; 
 There, there, O there lies Cupid's fire. 
 
 Even in those starry piercing eyes, 
 There Cupid's sacred fire lies. 
 Those eyes I strive not to enjoy. 
 For they have power to destroy ; 
 Nor woo I for a smile or kiss, 
 So meanly triumphs not my bliss ; 
 But a little higher, but a little higher, 
 I climb to crown my chaste desire. 
 
 YOUR ' fair looks inflame my desire : 
 Quench it again with love ! 
 Stay, O strive not still to retire : 
 
 Do not inhuman prove ! 
 If love may persuade. 
 
 Love's pleasures, dear, deny not. 
 Here is a silent grovy shade ; 
 O tarry then, and fly not ! 
 
 ^ Cf. the song " Beauty, since you so much desire '' in the 
 Fourth Book of Airs. 
 
 2 There is another version (far better) of this poem in the 
 Fourth Book of Airs, " Your fair looks urge my desire." 
 
A BOOK OF AIRS. 
 
 Have I seized my heavenly delight 
 
 In this unhaunted grove ? 
 Time shall now her fury requite 
 
 With the revenge of love. 
 Then come, sweetest, come, 
 
 My lips with kisses gracing ! 
 Here let us harbour all alone, 
 
 Die, die in sweet embracing ! 
 
 Will you now so timely depart. 
 
 And not return again ? 
 Your sight lends such life to my heart 
 
 That to depart is pain. 
 Fear yields no delay, 
 
 Secureness helpeth pleasure : 
 Then, till the time gives safer stay, 
 
 O farewell, my life's treasure ! 
 
 p nPHE ^ man of life upright, ^ 
 
 -I- Whose guiltless heart is free / 
 From all dishonest deeds, 
 Or thought of vanity ; 
 
 The man whose silent days, 
 
 In harmless joys are spent, 
 Whom hopes cannot delude 
 
 Nor sorrow discontent ; 
 
 ' This poem (which was reprinted with some textual variations 
 in Two Books of Airs) has been wrongly attributed to Bacon. 
 
A BOOK OF AIRS. 
 
 That man needs neither towers 
 Nor armour for defence, 
 
 Nor secret vauts ' to fly 
 
 From thunder's violence : 
 
 He only can behold 
 
 With unaffrighted eyes 
 
 The horrors of the deep 
 
 And terrors of the skies. 
 
 Thus, scorning all the cares 
 That fate or.fortune brings, 
 
 He makes the heaven his book, 
 His vpisdom heavenly things 
 
 Good thoughts his only friends. 
 His wealth a well-spent age, 
 
 The earth his sober inn 
 And quiet pilgrimage. 
 
 HARK, all you ladies that do sleep ! "Tj^y^ 
 The fairy-queen Proserpina 
 Bids you awake and pity them that weep . 
 You may do in the dark 
 
 What the day doth forbid ; 
 Fear not the dogs that bark. 
 Night will have all hid. 
 
 But if you let your lovers moan, 
 The fairy-queen Proserpina 
 
 ' Old form of " vaults." 
 
22 A BOOK OF AIRS. 
 
 Will send abroad her fairies every one, 
 That shall pinch black and blue 
 
 Your white hands and fair arms 
 That did not kindly rue 
 
 Your paramours' ' harms. 
 
 In myrtle arbours on the downs 
 The fairy-queen Proserpina, 
 This night by moonshine leading merry rounds, 
 Holds a watch with sweet love, 
 Down the dale, up the hUl ; 
 No plaints or groans may move 
 Their holy vigil. 
 
 All you that will hold watch with love. 
 
 The fairy-queen Proserpina 
 Will make you fairer than Dione's dove ; 
 Roses red, lilies white, 
 
 And the clear damask hue. 
 Shall on your cheeks alight : 
 Love will adorn you. 
 
 All you that love or loved before. 
 The fairy-queen Proserpina 
 Bids you increase that loving humour more : 
 They that have not fed 
 
 On delight amorous. 
 She vows that they shall lead 
 Apes in Avernus. 
 
 1 " Paramour ■' = lover. (The word acquired its present offen- 
 sive meaning at a later date. ) 
 
A BOOK OF AIRS. 23 
 
 "\ T THEN thou must home to shades of underground, 
 
 * * And there arrived, a new admired guest, 
 The beauteous spirits do engirt thee round, 
 White lope,' blithe Helen, and the rest, 
 To hear the stories of thy finished love 
 From that smooth tongue whose music hell can move ; 
 
 Then wilt thou speak of banqueting delights. 
 Of masques and revels which sweet youth did make. 
 Of tourneys and great challenges of knights, 
 And all these triumphs for thy beauty's sake : 
 When thou hast told these honours done to thee, 
 Then tell, O tell, how thou didst murder me. 
 
 COME, let us sound with melody, the praises 
 Of the King's King, th' omnipotent Creator, 
 Author of number, that hath all the world in 
 Harmony framed. 
 
 Heaven is His throne perpetually shining, 
 'His divine power and glory, thence He thunders. 
 One in All, and All still in One abiding. 
 
 Both Father and Son. 
 
 ' Campion had in his mind a passage of Propertius, II. 28 : 
 
 ' ' Sunt apud infernos tot miUia forraosarum ; 
 
 Pulchra sit in superis, si licet, una locis. 
 
 Vobiscum est lope, vobiscuni Candida Tyro, 
 
 Vobiscum Europe, nee proba Pasiphae." 
 
24 A BOOK OF AIRS. 
 
 O sacred Sprite, invisible, eternal, 
 EVrywhere, yet unlimited, that aU things 
 Can'st in one moment penetrate, revive me, 
 O Holy Spirit ! 
 
 Rescue, O rescue me from earthly darkness ! 
 Banish hence all these elemental objects ! 
 Guide my soul that thirsts to the lively fountain 
 Of thy divineness ! 
 
 Cleanse my soul, O God ! thy bespotted image, 
 Altered with sin so that heavenly pureness 
 Cannot acknowledge me, but in thy mercies, 
 O Father of grace ! 
 
 But when once Thy beams do remove my darkness ; 
 O then I'll shine forth as an angel of light, 
 And record, with more than an earthly voice. Thy 
 Iniinite honours. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
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 A TABLE OF THE REST OF THE SONGS 
 
 CONTAINED IN THIS BOOK, MADE 
 
 BY PHILIP ROSSETER. 
 
 I. Sweet, come again. 
 ■^. And would you see. 
 
 3. No grave for woe. 
 
 4. If I uige my kind desires. 
 
 5. What heart's content. 
 
 6. Let him that will be free. 
 
 7. Reprove not love. 
 
 8. And would you fain. 
 
 9. When Laura smiles. 
 
 10. Long have mine eyes. 
 
 11. Though far from joy. 
 
 12. Shall I come if I swim. 
 
 13. Aye me ! that love. 
 
 14. Shall then a traitorous. 
 
 15. If I hope I pine. 
 
 16. Unless there were consent. 
 
 17. If she forsake^ me. 
 
 18. What is a day. 
 
 19. Kind in unkindness. 
 
 20. What then is love but. 
 
 21. Whether men do laugh. 
 
 1 Old ed. "forsakes." 
 
26 A BOOK OF AIRS. 
 
 'OWEET, come again ! 
 
 »--5 Your happy sight, so much desired, 
 Since you from hence are now retired, 
 
 I seek in vain : 
 
 Still must I mourn 
 And pine in longing pain. 
 Till you, my life's delight, again 
 
 Vouchsafe your wished return. 
 
 If true desire, 
 
 Or faithful vow of endless love. 
 
 Thy heart inflamed may kindly move 
 
 With equal fire ; 
 
 O then my joys, 
 
 So long distraught, shall rest, 
 Reposed soft in thy chaste breast. 
 
 Exempt from all annoys. 
 
 You had the power 
 
 My wand'ring thoughts first to restrain, 
 You first did hear my love speak plain ! 
 
 A child before, 
 
 Now it is grown 
 
 Confirmed, do you it keep. 
 
 And let it safe in your bosom sleep, 
 
 There ever made your own ! 
 
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 And till we meet, 
 
 Teach absence inward art to find, 
 
 Both to disturb and please the mind. 
 Such thoughts are sweet : 
 And such remain 
 
 In hearts whose flames are true ; 
 
 Then such will I retain, tiU you 
 To me return again. 
 
 AND would you see my mistress' face ? 
 It is a flowery garden place. 
 Where knots of beauties have such grace 
 That all is work and nowhere space. 
 
 It is a sweet delicious morn, 
 Where day is breeding, never born ; 
 It is a meadow, yet unshorn, 
 Which thousand flowers do adorn. 
 
 It is the heaven's bright reflex. 
 Weak eyes to dazzle and to vex : 
 It is th' Idea of her sex. 
 Envy of whom doth world perplex. 
 
 It is a face of Death that smiles. 
 Pleasing, though it kills the whiles : 
 Where Death and Love in pretty wiles 
 Each other mutually beguiles. 
 
28 A BOOK OF AIRS. 
 
 It is fair beauty's freshest youth, 
 
 It is the feigned Elizium's truth : 
 
 The spring, that wintered hearts reneweth ; 
 
 And this is that my soul pursueth. 
 
 NO grave for woe, yet earth my watery tears devours ; 
 Sighs want air, and burnt desires kind pity's 
 showers : 
 Stars hold their fatal course, my joys preventing : 
 The earth, the sea, the air, the fire, the heavens vow 
 my tormenting. 
 
 Yet still I live, and waste my weary days in groans. 
 And with woful tunes adorn despairing moans. 
 Night stiU prepares a more displeasing morrow ; 
 My day is night, my life my death, and all but sense 
 of sorrow. 
 
 IF I urge my kind desires. 
 She unkind doth them reject ; 
 Women's hearts are painted fires 
 To deceive them that affect. 
 I alone love's fires include ; 
 She alone doth them delude. 
 
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 She hath often vowed her love ; 
 But, alas ! no fruit I find. 
 That her fires are false I prove, 
 Yet in her no fault I find : 
 I was thus unhappy born. 
 And ordained to be her scorn. 
 
 Yet if human care or pain, 
 May the heavenly order change, 
 She will hate her own disdain, 
 And repent she was so strange : 
 For a truer heart than I, 
 Never lived or loved to die. 
 
 WHAT heart's content can he find, 
 What happy sleeps can his eyes embrace. 
 That bears a guilty mind ? 
 
 His taste sweet wines will abhor : 
 No music's sound can appease the thoughts 
 
 That wicked deeds deplore. 
 The passion of a present fear 
 Still makes his restless motion there ; 
 And all the day he dreads the night, 
 And all the night, as one aghast, he fears the morning 
 light. 
 
 But he that loves to be loved, 
 
 And in his deeds doth adore heaven's power, 
 And is with pity moved ; 
 
 The night gives rest to his heart, 
 
30 A BOOK OP A/RS. 
 
 The cheerful beams do awake his soul, 
 
 Revived in every part. 
 He lives a comfort to his friends, 
 And heaven to him such blessing sends 
 That fear of hell cannot dismay 
 His steadfast heart that is ^ . . . 
 
 LET him that will be free and keep his heart from 
 care, 
 Retired alone, remain where no discomforts are. 
 For when the eye doth view his grief, or hapless ear 
 
 his sorrow hears, 
 Th' impression still in him abides, and ever in one 
 shape appears. 
 
 Forget thy griefs betimes ; long sorrow breeds long 
 
 pain, 
 For joy far fled from men, will not return again ; 
 O happy is the soul which heaven ordained to live in 
 
 endless peace ! 
 His life is a pleasing dream, and every hour his joys 
 
 increase. 
 
 You heavy sprites, that love in severed shades to dwell, 
 That nurse despair and dream of unrelenting hell, 
 Come sing this happy song, and learn of me the Art of 
 
 True Content ! 
 Load not your guilty souls with wrong, and heaven 
 
 then will soon relent. 
 
 ' In old ed. the type is broken away. 
 
A BOOK OF AISS. 31 
 
 REPROVE not love, though fondly thou hast lost 
 Greater hopes by loving : 
 Love calms ambitious spirits, from their breasts 
 
 Danger oft removing : 
 Let lofty humours mount up on high, 
 
 Down again like to the wind. 
 While private thoughts, vowed to love, 
 More peace and pleasure find. 
 
 Love and sweet beauty makes the stubborn mild, 
 
 And the coward fearless ; 
 The wretched miser's care to bounty turns, 
 
 Cheering all things cheerless. 
 Love chains the earth and heaven, 
 
 Turns the spheres, guides the years in endless peace ; 
 The flowery earth through his power 
 
 Receives her due increase. 
 
 AND would you fain the reason know 
 Why my sad eyes so often flow ? 
 My heart ebbs joy, when they do so, 
 And loves the moon by whom they go. 
 
 And will you ask why pale I look ? 
 'Tis not with poring on my book : 
 My mistress' cheek, my blood hath took, 
 For her mine own hath me forsook. 
 
32 A BOOK OF AIRS. 
 
 Do not demand why I am mute : 
 
 Love's silence doth all speech confute. 
 
 They set the note, then tune the lute ; 
 
 Hearts frame their thoughts, then tongues their suit. 
 
 Do not admire why I admire : 
 My fever is no other's fire : 
 Each several heart hath his desire ; 
 Else proof is false, and truth a liar. 
 
 If why I love you should see cause : 
 Love should have form like other laws, 
 But Fancy pleads not by the clause : 
 'Tis as the sea, still vext with flaws. 
 
 No fault upon my love espy : 
 For you perceive not with my eye ; 
 My palate to your taste may lie. 
 Yet please itself deliciously. 
 
 Then let my sufferance be mine own : 
 Sufficeth it these reasons shown : 
 Reason and love are ever known 
 To fight till both be overthrown. 
 
 WHEN Laura smiles her sight revives both night 
 and day ; 
 The earth and heaven views with delight her wanton 
 
 play: 
 And her speech with ever-flowing music doth repair 
 The cruel wounds of sorrow and untamed despair. 
 
A BOOK OF AIRS. 33 
 
 The sprites that remain in fleeting air 
 
 Affect for pastime to untwine her tressed hair • 
 
 And the birds think sweet Aurora, Morning's Queen, 
 
 doth shine 
 From her bright sphere, when Laura shows her looks 
 
 divine. 
 
 Diana's eyes are not adorned with greater power 
 Than Laura's, when she lists awhile for sport to lower : 
 But when she her eyes encloseth, blindness doth appear 
 The chiefest grace of beauty, sweetly seated there. 
 
 Love hath no power but what he steals from her bright 
 
 eyes; 
 Time hath no power but that which in her pleasure 
 
 lies : 
 For she with her divine beauties all the world subdues, 
 And fills with heavenly spirits my humble Muse. 
 
 LONG have mine eyes gazed with deliglu, 
 Conveying hopes unto my soul ; 
 In nothing happy, but in sight 
 
 Of her, that doth my sight control : 
 But now mine eyes must lose their light. 
 
 My object now must be the air ; 
 
 To write in water words of lire ; 
 And teach sad thoughts how to despair ; 
 
 Desert must quarrel with Desire. 
 All were appeased were she not fair. 
 
 D 
 
34 A BOOK OF AIRS. 
 
 For all my comfort, this I prove, 
 That Venus on the sea was born : 
 If seas be calm, then doth she love ; 
 If storms arise, I am forlorn ; 
 My doubtful hopes, like wind do move. 
 
 ' I 'HOUGH far from joy, my sorrows are as far, 
 J- And I both between ; 
 Not too low, nor yet too high 
 Above my reach, would I be seen. 
 Happy is he that so is placed, 
 Not to be envied nor to be disdained or disgraced. 
 
 The higher trees, the more storms they endure ; 
 Shrubs be trodden down : 
 But the Mean, the Golden Mean, 
 Doth only all our fortunes crown : 
 Like to a stream that sweetly slideth 
 Through the flowery banks, and still in the midst his 
 course guideth. 
 
 SHALL I come, if I swim .■' wide are the waves, you 
 see : 
 Shall I come, if I fl)^, my dear Love, to thee ? 
 Streams Venus will appease ; Cupid gives me wings ; 
 All the powers assist my desire 
 Save you alone, that set my woful heart on fire ! 
 
A BOOK OF AIRS. 35 
 
 You are fair, so was Hero that in Sestos dwelt ; 
 
 She a priest, yet the heat of love truly felt. 
 
 A greater stream than this, did her love divide ; 
 
 Rut she was his guide with a light : 
 
 So through the streams Leander did enjoy her sight. 
 
 A YE me ! that love should Nature's work accuse 
 ■^*- Where cruel Laura still her beauty views, 
 River, or cloudy jet, or crystal bright. 
 Are all but servants of herself, delight. 
 
 Yet her deformed thoughts, she cannot see ; 
 And that's the cause she is so stern to me. 
 Virtue and duty can no favour gain : 
 A grief, O death ! to live and love in vain. 
 
 SHALL then a traitorous kiss or a smile 
 All my delights unhappily beguile? 
 Shall the vow of feigned love receive so rich regard. 
 When true service dies neglected, and wants his due 
 reward ? 
 
 Deeds meritorious soon be forgot. 
 But one offence no time can ever blot ; 
 Every day it is renewed, and every night it bleeds. 
 And with bloody streams of sorrow drowns all our 
 better deeds. 
 
36 A BOOK OF AIRS. 
 
 Beauty is not by Desert to be won ; 
 
 Fortune hath all that is beneath the sun. ,_ 
 
 Fortune is the guide of Love, and both of them be 
 
 blind : 
 All their ways are full of errors, which no true feet can 
 
 find. 
 
 IF I hope, I pine ; if I fear, I faint and die ; 
 So between hope and fear, I desperate lie. 
 Looking for joy to heaven, whence it should come : 
 But hope is blind ; joy, deaf; and I am dumb. 
 Yet I speak and cry ; but, alas, with words of woe : 
 And joy conceives not them that murmur so. 
 He that the ears of joy will ever pierce. 
 Must sing glad notes, or speak in happier verse. 
 
 UNLESS there were consent 'twixt hell and heaven 
 That grace and wickedness should be combined, 
 I cannot make thee and thy beauties even : 
 
 Thy face is heaven, and torture in thy mind, 
 For more than worldly bliss is in thy eye 
 And hellish torture in thy mind doth lie. 
 
 A thousand Cherubins fly in her looks. 
 
 And hearts in legions melt upon their view : 
 
 But gorgeous covers wall up filthy books ; 
 Be it sin to say, that so your eyes do you : 
 
 But sure your mind adheres not with your eyes. 
 
 For what they promise, that your heart denies. 
 
A BOOK OF AIRS. 37 
 
 But, O, lest I religion should misuse, 
 
 Inspire me thou, that ought'st thyself to know 
 
 (Since skilless readers, reading do abuse), 
 
 What inward meaning outward sense doth show ■ 
 
 For by thy eyes and heart, chose and contemned, 
 
 I waver, whether saved or condemned. 
 
 IF she forsake me, I must die : 
 Shall I tell her so ? 
 Alas, then straight she will reply, 
 
 " No, no, no, no, no ! " 
 If I disclose my desperate state, 
 She will but make sport thereat. 
 And more unrelenting grow. 
 
 What heart can long such pains abide ? 
 
 Fie upon this love ! 
 I would venture far and wide. 
 
 If it would remove. 
 But Love will still my steps pursue, 
 I cannot his ways eschew : 
 
 Thus still helpless hopes I prove. 
 
 I do my love in lines commend. 
 
 But, alas, in vain ; 
 The costly gifts, that I do send. 
 
 She returns again : 
 Thus still is my despair procured, 
 And her malice more assured : 
 
 Then come. Death, and end my pain ! 
 
38 A BOOK OF AIRS. 
 
 WHAT is a day, what is a year 
 Of vain delight and pleasure ? 
 Like to a dream it endless dies, 
 
 And from us like a vapour flies 
 
 And this is all the fruit that we find, 
 
 Which glory in worldly treasure. 
 
 He that will hope for true delight. 
 With virtue must be graced ; 
 
 Sweet foUy yields a bitter taste, 
 Which ever will appear at last : 
 
 But if we still in virtue delight. 
 Our souls are in heaven placed. 
 
 KIND in unkindness, when will you relent 
 And cease with faint love true love to torment 1 
 Still entertained, excluded still I stand ; 
 Her glove still hold, but cannot touch the hand. 
 
 In her fair hand my hopes and comforts rest : 
 O might my fortunes with that hand be blest ! 
 No envious breaths then my deserts could shake. 
 For they are good whom such true love doth make. 
 
 O let not beauty so forget her birth. 
 That it should fruitless home return to earth ! 
 Love is the fruit of beauty, then love one ! 
 Not your sweet self, for such self-love is none. 
 
A BOOR' OF AlJiS. 39 
 
 Love one that only lives in loving you ; 
 Whose wronged deserts would you with pity view, 
 This strange distaste which your affections sways 
 Would relish love, and you find better days. 
 
 Thus till my happy sight your beauty views, 
 Whose sweet remembrance still my hope renews, 
 Let these poor lines solicit love for me, 
 And place my joys where my desires would be. 
 
 WHAT then is love but mourning ? 
 What desire, but a self-burning ? 
 Till she, that hates, doth love return. 
 Thus will I mourn, thus will I sing, 
 " Come away ! come away, my darling ! " 
 
 Beauty is but a blooming. 
 
 Youth in his glory entombing ; 
 
 Time hath a while, which none can stay ■ 
 
 Then come away, while thus I sing, 
 
 " Come away ! come away, my darling !" 
 
 Summer in winter fadeth ; 
 Gloomy night heavenly light shadeth : 
 Like to the morn, are Venus' flowers ; 
 Such are her hours : then will I sing, 
 " Come away ! come away, my darling ! " 
 
40 A BOOK OF AlJiS. 
 
 WHETHER men do laugh or weep, 
 Whether they do wake or sleep, 
 Whether they die young or old. 
 Whether they feel heat or cold ; 
 There is, underneath the sun. 
 Nothing in true earnest done. 
 
 All our pride is but a jest ; 
 None are worst, and none are best ; 
 Grief and joy, and hope and fear, 
 Play their pageants everywhere : 
 Vain opinion all doth sway. 
 And the world is but a play. 
 
 Powers above in clouds do sit. 
 Mocking our poor apish wit ; 
 That so lamely, with such state, 
 Their high glory imitate : 
 No ill can be felt but pain, 
 And that happy men disdain. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
Two Bookes of Ay res. The First Contayning Ditiine 
 and Morall Songs: The Second, Light Conceits of 
 Loners. To be sung to the Lute and Viols, in two, 
 three, and foure Parts : or by one Voyce to an In- 
 strvment. Composed by Thonzas Campian. Lottdon : 
 Printed by Tho. Snodham, for Mathew Lownes, and 
 L. Browne cum Priuilegio. n.d. [circ. 1613]. fol. 
 
TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE, BOTH IN 
 
 BIRTH AND VIRTUE, FRANCIS 
 
 EARL OF CUMBERLAND.^ 
 
 "^1 7"HAT patron could I choose, great Lord, but 
 
 Grave words your years may challenge as their own : 
 And every note of music is your due, 
 Whose house the Muses' Palace I have known. 
 
 To love and cherish them, though it descends 
 With many honours more on you, in vain 
 
 Preceding fame herein with you contends, 
 Who hath both fed the Muses and their train. 
 
 These leaves I offer you, Devotion might 
 
 Herself lay open. Read them, or else hear 
 How gravely, with their tunes, they yield delight 
 
 To any virtuous and not curious ear : 
 Such as they are, accept them, noble Lord : 
 If better, better could my zeal afford. 
 
 Your Honour's, 
 
 Thomas Campion.^ 
 
 1 Francis Clifford, fourth Earl of Cumberland, succeeded, in 
 1605, his brother, George Clifford, third Earl, the well-known 
 naval adventurer. He died in 1641. 
 
 - Old ed. "Campian." 
 
44 TO THE READER. 
 
 TO THE READER. 
 
 (^UT of many songs which, partly at the request of 
 friends, partly for my own recreation, were by me 
 long since composed, I have now enfranchised a few j 
 sending them forth divided, according to their different 
 subjects, into several books. The first are grave and 
 pious : the second, amorous and light. For he that in 
 publishing any work hath a desire to content all 
 palates, must cater for them, accordingly. 
 
 Non omnibus unura est 
 Quod placet, hie spinas colligit, ille rosas. 
 
 These airs were for the most part framed at first 
 
 for one voice with the lute or viol : but upon occasion 
 they have since been filled with more parts, which 
 whoso please may use, who like not may leave. Yet 
 do we daily observe that when any shall sing treble to 
 an instrument, the slanders by will be offering at an 
 inward part out of their own nature; and, true or 
 
 false, out it must, though to the perverting of the 
 whole harmony. Also, if we consider well, the treble 
 times {which are with us, commonly called Airs) are 
 but tenors tnounted eight notes higher j and therefore 
 an inward part must needs well becotne them, such as 
 may take up the whole distance of the diapason, and 
 
 fill tip the gaping bet^veen the two extreme parts j 
 whereby thotigh they are not three parts in perfection, 
 
 yet they yield a sweetrtess and content both to the 
 ear and mind; which is the aim and perfection of 
 Music. 
 
TO THE READER. 45 
 
 Short airs, if they be shilfidly framed, and naturally 
 expressed, are like quick and good epigrams in poesy : 
 many of tlieni showing as much artifice, and breeding 
 as great difficulty as a larger poem. Non omnia 
 possumus omnes, said the Roman epic poet. But 
 some there are who admit only Frenih or Italian 
 airs; as if every country had not his proper air, 
 which the people thereof natttrally usurp in their 
 m.usic. Others tcute nothing that comes forth in print; 
 as if Catullus or MartiaPs Epigrams were the worse 
 for being published. 
 
 In these English airs, I have chiefly aimed to couple 
 my words and notes lovingly together; luhich will be 
 much for hitn to do that hath not power over both. 
 The light of this, will best appear to hitn who hath 
 paysed ^ our monosyllables and syllables combined : 
 both of which, are so loaded with consonants, as that 
 they will hardly keep company with swift notes, or give 
 the vowel conve7iient liberty. 
 
 To conclude; my own opi7iion of these songs I deliver 
 thtts . 
 
 Omnia nee nostris bona sunt, sed nee mala libris ; 
 Si placet hac cantes, hac quoque lege legas. 
 
 Farewell. 
 
 ^ Weighed. 
 
A TABLE OF ALL THE SONGS CONTAINED 
 IN THESE BOOKS. 
 
 IN THE FIRST BOOK. 
 Songs of Four Parts. 
 
 1. Author of light. 
 
 2. The man of life upright. 
 
 3. Where are all thy beauties 
 
 now? 
 
 4. Out of my soul's depth. 
 
 5. View me, Lord, a work of 
 
 Thine. 
 
 6. Bravely decked come forth, 
 
 bright day 
 
 7. To music bent is my retired 
 
 mind. 
 
 8. Tunethymusictothyheart. 
 
 9. Most sweet and pleasing. 
 
 10. Wise men patience never 
 
 want. 
 
 11. Never weather-beaten sail. 
 
 12. Lift up to heaven, sad 
 
 wretch. 
 
 13. Lo, when back mine eye. 
 
 14. As by the streams of Baby- 
 
 lon. 
 
 15. Sing a song of joy. 
 
 16. Awake, [awake,] thou 
 
 heavy sprite. 
 
 Songs of Three Parts. 
 
 17. Come, cheerful day. 
 
 18. Seek the Lord. 
 
 19. Lighten, heavy heart, thy 
 
 sprite. 
 
 20. Jack and Joan they think 
 
 no ill. 
 
 Songs of Two Parts. 
 
 21. All looks be pale. 
 
 IN THE SECOND BOOK. 
 Songs of Three Parts. 
 
 1. Vain men whose follies. 
 
 2. How easily wert thou 
 
 chained. 
 
 3. Harden now thy tired 
 
 heart. 
 
 4. O what unhoped-for sweet 
 
 supply. 
 
 5. Where she her sacred 
 
 bower adorns. 
 
 6. Fain would I my love dis- 
 
 close. 
 
 7. Give Beauty all her right. 
 
 8. O, dear, that I with thee. 
 
 9. Good men, shew if you can 
 
 tell. 
 
 10. What harvest half so sweet 
 
 is. 
 
 11. Sweet, exclude me not. 
 
 12. Thepeaceful western wind. 
 
 13. There is none, O none but 
 
 you. 
 
 14. Pined I am and like to die. 
 
 15. So many loves have I 
 
 neglected. 
 
 16. Though your strangeness. 
 
 17. Come away, anned with 
 
 love's. 
 
 18. Come, you pretty false- 
 
 eyed. 
 
 19. A secret love or two. 
 
 20. Her rosy cheeks. 
 
 Songs of Two Paris. 
 
 21. Where shall I refuge seek ? 
 
DIVINE AND MORAL SONGS. 47 
 
 AUTHOR of light, revive my dying sprite ! 
 Redeem it from the snares of all-confounding 
 
 night ! 
 Lord, light me to Thy blessed way ! 
 For blind with worldly vain desires, I wander as a 
 
 stray.^ 
 Sun and moon, stars and under-lights I see ; 
 But all their glorious beams are mists and darkness, 
 being compared to Thee. 
 
 Fountain of health, my soul's deep wounds recure ! ^ 
 Sweet showers of pity rain, wash my uncleanness pure ! 
 
 One drop of Thy desired grace 
 The faint and fading heart can raise, and in joy's bosom 
 place. 
 Sin and death, hell and tempting fiends may rage. 
 But God His own will guard, and their sharp pains 
 and grief in time assuage. 
 
 ^■-^ npHEiman of life upright, 
 
 -»- Whose cheerful mind is free 
 From weight of impious deeds 
 And yoke of vanity ; 
 
 1 Cf. Prayton's The Crier : — 
 
 ' ' If you my heart do see, 
 
 Either impound it for a stray 
 
 Or send it back to me. " 
 '' Cure. 
 
 3 We have already had this poem with some textual variations 
 (pp. 20-r). 
 
 I 
 
DIVINE AND MORAL SONGS. 
 
 The man whose silent days 
 In harmless joys are spent, 
 
 Whom hopes cannot delude 
 Nor sorrows discontent ; 
 
 That man needs neither towers, 
 Nor armour for defence, 
 
 Nor vaults his guilt to shroud 
 From thunder's violence ; 
 
 He only can behold 
 
 With unaffrighted eyes 
 The horrors of the deep 
 
 And terrors of the skies. 
 
 Thus, scorning all the cares 
 That fate or fortune brings. 
 
 His book the heavens he makes, 
 His wisdom heavenly things ; 
 
 Good thoughts his surest friends, 
 His wealth a well-spent age, 
 
 The earth his sober inn 
 And quiet pilgrimage. 
 
 WHERE are all thy beauties now, all hearts 
 enchaining ? 
 Whither are thy flatterers gone with all their feigning ? 
 All fled ! and thou alone still here remaining ! 
 
DIVINE AND MORAL SONGS. 49 
 
 Thy rich state of twisted gold to bays is turned ! 
 Cold, as thou art, are thy loves, that so much burned ! 
 Who die in flatterers' arms are seldom mourned. 
 
 Yet, in spite of envy, this be still proclaimed, 
 
 That none worthier than thyself thy worth hath blamed ; 
 
 When their poor names are lost, thou shalt live famed. 
 
 When thy story, long time hence, shall be perused, 
 
 Let the blemish of thy rule be thus excused, 
 
 " None ever lived more just, none more abused." 
 
 OUT of my soul's depth to Thee my cries have 
 sounded : 
 Let Thine ears my plaints receive, on just fear grounded. 
 Lord, shouldst Thou weigh our faults, who's not con- 
 founded ? 
 
 But with grace Thou censurest Thine when they have 
 
 erred, 
 Therefore shall Thy blessed Name be loved and 
 
 feared. 
 Even to Thy throne my thoughts and eyes are reared. 
 
 Thee alone my hopes attend, on Thee relying ; 
 In Thy sacred word I'll trust, to Thee fast flying, 
 Long ere the watch shall break, the morn descrying. 
 
 In the mercies of our God who live secured. 
 May of full redemption rest in Him assured ; 
 Their sin-sick souls by Him shall be recured. 
 E 
 
50 DIVINE AND MORAL SONGS. 
 
 VIEW me, Lord, a work of Thine : 
 Shall I then lie drowned in night ? 
 Might Thy grace in me but shine, 
 I should seem made all of light. 
 
 But my soul still surfeits so 
 On the poisoned baits of sin, 
 That I strange and ugly grow. 
 All is dark and foul within. 
 
 Cleanse me, Lord, that I may kneel 
 At thine altar, pure and white : 
 They that once Thy mercies feel, 
 Gaze no more on earth's delight. 
 
 Worldly joys, like shadows, fade 
 When the heavenly light appears ; 
 But the covenants Thou hast made. 
 Endless, know nor days nor years. 
 
 In Thy Word, Lord, is my trust. 
 To Thy mercies fast I fly ; 
 Though I am but clay and dust, 
 Yet Thy grace can lift me high. 
 
DIVINE AND MORAL SONGS. 51 
 
 "D RAVELY decked, come forth, bright day ! 
 -L-' Thine hours with roses strew thy way. 
 
 As they well remember. 
 Thou received shall be with feasts : 
 Come, chiefest of the British guests, 
 
 Thou Fifth of November ! 
 Thou with triumph shalt exceed 
 
 In the strictest Ember ; 
 For by thy return the Lord records His blessed deed. 
 
 Britons, frolic at your board ! 
 But first sing praises to the Lord 
 
 In your congregations. 
 He preserved your State alone. 
 His loving grace hath made you one 
 
 Of his chosen nations. 
 But this light must hallowed be 
 
 With your best oblations : 
 Praise the Lord ! for only great and merciful is He. 
 
 Death had entered in the gate, 
 And Ruin was crept near the State ; 
 
 But Heaven all revealed. 
 Fiery powder hell did make 
 Which, ready long the flame to take, 
 
 Lay in shade concealed. 
 God us helped, of His free grace : 
 
 None to him appealed j 
 For none was so bad to fear the treason or the place. 
 
52 DIVINE AND MORAL SONGS. 
 
 God His peaceful monarch chose, 
 To him the mist He did disclose, 
 
 To him, and none other : 
 This He did, O King, for thee. 
 That thou thine own renown might'st see, 
 
 Which no time can smother. 
 May blest Charles, thy comfort be. 
 
 Firmer than his brother : 
 May his heart the love of peace and wisdom learn 
 from thee ! 
 
 ^ ' I ""O music bent, is my retired mind, 
 
 -'- And fain would I some song of pleasure sing ; 
 But in vain joys no comfort now I find. 
 
 From heavenly thoughts, all true delight doth spring : 
 Thy power, O God, Thy mercies, to record. 
 Will sweeten every note and every word. 
 
 All earthly pomp or beauty to express. 
 
 Is but to carve in snow, on waves to write ; 
 
 Celestial things, though men conceive them less, 
 Yet fullest are they in themselves of light : 
 
 Such beams they yield as know no means to die. 
 
 Such heat they cast as lifts the spirit high. 
 
 '"pUNE thy music to thy heart, 
 J- Sing thy joy with thanks and so thy sorrow : 
 
 Though Devotion needs not Art, 
 Sometimes of the poor the rich may borrow. 
 
DIVINE AND MORAL SONGS. S3 
 
 Strive not yet for curious ways : 
 Concord pleaseth more, the less 'tis strained ; 
 
 Zeal affects not outward praise, 
 Only strives to show a love unfeigned. 
 
 Love can wondrous things effect, 
 Sweetest sacrifice all wrath appeasing ; 
 
 Love the Highest doth respect ; 
 Love alone to Him is ever pleasing. 
 
 MOST sweet and pleasing are thy ways, God, 
 Like meadows decked with crystal streams 
 and flowers : 
 Thy paths no foot profane hath ever trod, 
 
 Nor hath the proud man rested in Thy bowers : 
 There lives no vulture, no devouring bear. 
 But only doves and lambs are harboured there. 
 
 The wolf his young ones to their prey doth guide ; 
 
 The fox his cubs with false deceit endues ; 
 The lion's whelp sucks from his dam his pride ; 
 
 In hers the serpent malice doth infuse : 
 The darksome desert all such beasts contains, 
 Not one of them in Paradise remains. 
 
 WISE men patience never want ; 
 Good men pity cannot hide ; 
 Feeble spirits only vaunt 
 
 Of revenge, the poorest pride : 
 He alone, forgive that can, 
 Bears the true soul of a man. 
 
S4 DIVINE AND MORAL SONGS. 
 
 Some there are, debate that seek, 
 Making trouble their content, 
 
 Happy if they wrong the meek. 
 Vex them that to peace are bent : 
 
 Such undo the common tie 
 
 Of mankind, Society. 
 
 Kindness grown is, lately, cold ; 
 
 Conscience hath forgot her part ; 
 Blessed times were known of old. 
 
 Long ere Law became an Art : 
 Shame deterred, not Statutes then, 
 Honifet love was law to men. 
 
 Deeds from love, and words, that flow, 
 Foster like kind April showers ; 
 
 In the warm sun all things grow. 
 Wholesome fruits and pleasant flowers 
 
 All so thrives his gentle rays, 
 
 Whereon human love displays. 
 
 "\ T EVER weather-beaten sail more willing bent to 
 -'■ ^ shore. 
 
 Never tired pilgrim's limbs affected slumber more. 
 Than my wearied sprite now longs to fly out of my 
 
 troubled breast. 
 O come quickly, sweetest Lord, and take my soul to 
 
 rest ! 
 
DIVINE AND MORAL SONGS. 55 
 
 Ever blooming are the joys of heaven's high Paradise, 
 Cold age deafs not there our ears nor vapour dims our 
 
 eyes : 
 Glory there the sun outshines ; whose beams the 
 
 Blessed only see. 
 O come quickly, glorious Lord, and raise my sprite to 
 
 Thee! 
 
 LIFT up to heaven, sad wretch, thy heavy sprite ! 
 What though thy sins, thy due destruction threat ? 
 The Lord exceeds in mercy as in might ; % 
 His ruth is greater, though thy crimes be great. 
 Repentance needs not fear the heaven's just rod. 
 It stays even thunder in the hand of God. 
 
 With cheerful voice to Him then cry for grace ! 
 Thy Faith and fainting Hope with Prayer revive ; 
 Remorse ' for all that truly mourn hath place ; 
 Not God, but men of Him themselves deprive : 
 Strive then, and He will help ; call Him He'll hear : 
 The son needs not the father's fury fear. 
 
 LO, when back mine eye, 
 Pilgrim-like, I cast, 
 What fearful ways I spy. 
 Which, blinded, I securely past ! 
 
 1 Pity. 
 
S6 DIVINE AND MORAL SONGS. 
 
 But now heaven hath drawn 
 
 From my brows that night ; 
 As when the day doth dawn, 
 So clears my long imprisoned sight. 
 
 Straight the caves of hell, 
 
 Dressed with flowers I see : 
 Wherein false pleasures dwell. 
 That, winning most, most deadly be. 
 
 Throngs of masked fiends, 
 Winged like angels, fly : 
 Evjen in the gates of friends 
 In fair disguise black dangers lie. 
 
 Straight to heaven I raised 
 
 My restored sight. 
 And with loud voice I praised 
 The Lord of ever-during light. 
 
 And since I had strayed 
 
 From His ways so wide, 
 His grace I humbly prayed 
 Henceforth to be my guard and guide. 
 
 A S by the streams of Babylon 
 -^^ Far from our native soil we sat, 
 Sweet Sion, thee we thought upon, 
 And every thought a tear begat. 
 
DIVINE AND MORAL SONGS. 57 
 
 Aloft the trees, that spring up there, 
 Our silent harps we pensive hung : 
 Said they that captived us, " Let's hear 
 Some song, which you in Sion sung ! " 
 
 Is then the song of our God fit 
 To be profaned in foreign land ? 
 O Salem, thee when I forget, 
 Forget his slcill may my right hand ! 
 
 Fast to the roof cleave may my tongue. 
 If mindless I of thee be found ! 
 Or if, when all my joys are sung, 
 Jerusalem be not the ground ! ^ 
 
 Remember, Lord, how Edom's race 
 Cried in Jerusalem's sad day, 
 " Hurl down her walls, her towers deface, 
 And, stone by stone, all level lay ! " 
 
 Curst Babel's seed ! for Salem's sake 
 
 Just ruin yet for thee remains ! 
 
 Blest shall they be thy babes that take 
 
 And 'gainst the stones dash out their brains ! 
 
 SING a song of joy ! 
 Praise our God with mirth ! 
 His flock who can destroy? 
 Is He not Lord of heaven and earth ? 
 
 A musical term, — the air on which variations were played. 
 
S8 DIVINE AND MORAL SONGS. 
 
 Sing we then secure, 
 
 Tuning well our strings ! 
 With voice, as echo pure, 
 Let us renown the King of Kings ! 
 
 First who taught the day 
 From the East to rise ? 
 Whom doth the sun obey 
 When in the seas his glory dies ? 
 
 He the stars directs 
 
 That in order stand : 
 Who heaven and earth protects 
 But He that framed them with His hand ? 
 
 Angels round attend, 
 
 Waiting on His will ; 
 Armed millions He doth send 
 To aid the good or plague the ill. 
 
 All that dread His name. 
 And His Tiests observe, 
 His arm will shield from shame : 
 Their steps from truth shall never swerve. 
 
 Let us then rejoice, 
 
 Sounding loud His praise : 
 So will He hear our voice 
 And bless on earth our peaceful days. 
 
DIVINE AND MORAL SONGS. 59 
 
 AWAKE, awake, thou heavy sprite, \ 
 
 That sleep'st the deadly sleep of sui ! 
 Rise now and walk the ways of light ! 
 
 'Tis not too late yet to begin. 
 Seek heaven early, seek it late : 
 True Faith still finds an open gate. 
 
 Get up, get up, thou leaden man ! 
 
 Thy track to endless joy or pain 
 Yields but the model of a span ; 
 
 Yet burns out thy life's lamp in vain ! 
 One minute bounds thy bane or bliss : 
 Then watch and labour, while time is ! 
 
 4- 
 
 COME, cheerful day, part of my life to me : 
 For while thou view'st me with thy fading light, 
 Part of my life doth still depart with thee. 
 
 And I still onward haste to my last night. 
 Time's fatal wings do ever forward fly : 
 So every day we live a day we die. 
 
 But, O ye nights, ordained for barren rest. 
 How are my days deprived of life in you. 
 
 When heavy sleep my soul hath dispossest. 
 By feigned death life sweetly to renew ! 
 
 Part of my life in that, you life deny : 
 
 So jevery day we live a day we die. 
 
6o DIVINE AND MORAL SONGS. 
 
 SEEK the Lord, and in His ways persever ! 
 O faint not, but as eagles fly. 
 For His steep hill is high ! 
 Then striving gain the top and triumph ever ! 
 
 When with glory there thy brows are crowned. 
 
 New joys so shall abound in thee, 
 
 Such sights thy soul shall see, 
 That worldly thoughts shall by their beams be drowned. 
 
 Farewell, World, thou mass of mere confusion ! 
 
 False light, with many shadows dimmed ! 
 
 Old witch, with new foils trimmed ! 
 Thou deadly sleep of soul, and charmed illusion ! 
 
 I the King will seek, of Kings adored ; 
 
 Spring of light ; tree of grace and bliss. 
 
 Whose fruit so sovereign is 
 That all who taste it are from death restored. 
 
 T IGHTEN, heavy heart, thy sprite, 
 -' — • The joys recall that thence are fled ; 
 Yield thy breast some living light ; 
 
 The man that nothing doth is dead. 
 Tune thy temper to these sounds. 
 
 And quicken so thy joyless mind ; 
 Sloth the worst and best confounds : 
 
 It is the ruin of mankind. 
 
DIVI\E AND MORAL SONGS. 6i 
 
 From her cave rise all distastes, 
 
 Which unresolved Despair pursues ; 
 Whom soon after Violence hastes, 
 
 Herself, ungrateful, to abuse. 
 Skies are cleared with stirring winds, 
 
 Th' unmoved water moorish grows ; 
 Every eye much pleasure finds 
 
 To view a stream that brightly flows. 
 
 JACK and Joan they think no ill, 
 But loving live, and merry still ; 
 Do their week-days' work, and pray 
 Devoutly on the holy day : 
 Skip and trip it on the green, 
 And help to choose the Summer Queen ; 
 Lash out, at a country feast, 
 Their silver penny with the best. 
 
 Well can they judge of nappy ale. 
 
 And tell at large a winter tale ; 
 
 Climb up to the apple loft. 
 
 And turn the crabs till they be soft. 
 
 Tib is all the father's joy. 
 
 And little Tom the mother's boy. 
 
 All their pleasure is Content ; 
 
 And care, to pay their yearly rent. 
 
 Joan can call by name her cows. 
 
 And deck her windows with green boughs ; 
 
62 DIVINE AND MORAL SONGS. 
 
 She can wreathes and tuttyes ^ make, 
 And trim with plums a bridal cake. 
 Jack knows what brings gain or loss ; 
 And his long flail can stoutly toss : 
 Makes the hedge, which others break ; 
 And ever thinks what he doth speak. 
 
 Now, you courtly dames and knights, 
 That study only strange delights ; 
 Though you scorn the homespun gray. 
 And revel in your rich array : 
 Though your tongues dissemble deep, 
 And can your heads from danger keep ; 
 Yet, for all your pomp and train. 
 Securer lives the silly swain. 
 
 ALL looks be pale, hearts cold as stone, 
 For Hally now is dead and gone ! 
 Hally, in whose sight. 
 Most sweet sight, 
 All the earth late took delight. 
 Every eye, weep with me ! 
 Joys drowned in tears must be. 
 
 His ivory skin, his comely hair. 
 His rosy cheeks, so clear and fair. 
 
 Eyes that once did grace 
 His bright face, — 
 
 Now in him all want their place. 
 
 ^ Nosegays. 
 
DIVINE AND MORAL SONGS. 63 
 
 Eyes and hearts weep with me ! 
 For who so kind as he ? 
 
 His youth was like an April flower, 
 Adorned with beauty, love, and power. 
 
 Glory strewed his way, 
 Whose wreathes gay 
 
 Now are all turned to decay. 
 Then again weep with me ! 
 None feel more cause than we. 
 
 No more may his wished sight return, 
 His golden lamp no more can burn. 
 
 Quenched is all his flame ; 
 His hoped fame 
 
 Now hath left him nought but name. 
 For him all weep with me ! 
 Since more him none shall see. 
 
THE SECOND BOOK OF AIRS, CONTAINING 
 LIGHT CONCEITS OF LOVERS. 
 
 TO THE RIGHT NOBLE AND VIRTUOUS HENRY, LORD 
 
 CLIFFORD, SON AND HEIR TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE 
 
 FRANCIS, EARL OF CUMBERLAND. 
 
 SUCH days as wear the badge of holy red 
 Are for devotion marked and sage delight ; 
 The vulgar low-days, undistinguished, 
 Are left for labour, games, and sportful sights. 
 
 This several and so differing use of time, 
 Within th' enclosure of one week we find ; 
 
 Which I resemble in my Notes and Rhyme, 
 Expressing both in their peculiar kind. 
 
 Pure Hymns, such as the Seventh Day loves, do lead ; 
 
 Grave age did justly challenge those of me : 
 These weekday works, in order that succeed. 
 
 Your youth best fits ; and yours, young Lord, they be, 
 As he is who to them their being gave : 
 If th' one, the other you of force must have. 
 Your Honour's 
 
 Thomas Campion.^ 
 
 TO THE READER. 
 
 "T^HA T holy hymns with lovers' cares are knit 
 
 Both in one quire here, thou may est think' t uttfit. 
 Why dost not blame the Stationer as well, 
 Who in the same shop sets all sorts to sell? 
 Divine with styles prof ane, grave shelved with vain, 
 And some matched worse. Yet none of him complain. 
 ^ Old ed. " Campian." 
 
LIGHT CONCEITS OF LOVERS. 65 
 
 VAIN men, whose follies make a god of Love, 
 Whose blindness beauty doth immortal deem ; 
 Praise not what you desire but what you prove, 
 Count those things good that are, not those that seem: 
 I cannot call her true that's false to me. 
 Nor make of women more than women be. 
 
 How fair an entrance breaks the way to love ! 
 How rich of golden hope and gay delight ! 
 What heart cannot a modest beauty move ? 
 Who, seeing clear day once, will dream of night ? 
 She seemed a saint, that brake her faith with me. 
 But proved a woman as all other be. 
 
 So bitter is their sweet that true content 
 
 Unhappy men in them may never find : 
 
 Ah ! but without them none. Both must concent, 
 
 Else uncouth are the joys of either kind. 
 
 Let us then praise their good, forget their ill ! 
 
 Men must be men, and women women still. 
 
66 LIGHT CONCEITS OF LOVERS. 
 
 1^ T T OW eas'ly wert thou chained, 
 
 -n. Fond heart, by favours feigned ! 
 
 Why lived thy hopes in grace. 
 
 Straight to die disdained ? 
 
 But since th' art now beguiled 
 
 By love that falsely smiled. 
 
 In some less happy place 
 
 Mourn alone exiled ! 
 
 My love still here increaseth. 
 
 And with my love my grief. 
 
 While her sweet bounty ceaseth. 
 
 That gave my woes relief 
 
 Yet 'tis no woman leaves me, 
 
 For such may prove unjust ; 
 
 A goddess thus deceives me, 
 
 Whose faith who could mistrust ? 
 
 A goddess so much graced. 
 
 That Paradise is placed 
 
 In her most heav'nly breast. 
 
 Once by love embraced : 
 
 But love, that so kind proved, 
 
 Is now from her removed. 
 
 Nor will he longer rest 
 
 Where no faith is loved. 
 
 If powers celestial wound us 
 
 And will not yield relief, 
 
 Woe then must needs confound us. 
 
 For none can cure our grief. 
 
LIGHT CONCEITS OF LOVERS. 67 
 
 No wonder if I languish 
 Through burden of my smart : 
 It is no common anguish 
 From Paradise to part. 
 
 HARDEN now thy tired heart, with more than 
 flinty rage ! 
 Ne'er let her false tears henceforth thy constant grief 
 
 assuage ! 
 Once true happy days thou saw'st when she stood firm 
 
 and kind, 
 Both as one then lived and held one ear, one tongue, 
 
 one mind : 
 But now those bright hours be fled, and never may 
 
 return ; 
 What then remains but her untruths to mourn ? 
 
 Silly trait'ress, who shall now thy careless tresses place ? 
 Who thy pretty talk supply, whose ear thy music grace ? 
 Who shall thy bright eyes admire ? what lips triumph 
 
 with thine ? 
 Day by day who'll visit thee and say "Th'art only 
 
 mine"? 
 Such a time there was, God wot, but such shall never 
 
 be: 
 Too oft, I fear, thou wilt remember me. 
 
68 LIGHT CONCEITS OF LOVERS. 
 
 OWHAT unhoped for sweet supply ! 
 O what joys exceeding ! 
 What an affecting charm feel I, 
 
 From delight proceeding ! 
 That which I long despaired to be, 
 To her I am, and she to me. 
 
 She that alone in cloudy grief 
 
 Long to me appeared : 
 She now alone with bright relief 
 
 All those clouds hath cleared. 
 Both are immortal and divine : 
 Since I am hers, and she is mine. 
 
 ?r 
 
 WHERE she her sacred bower adorns, 
 The rivers clearly flow ; 
 The groves and meadows swell with flowers, 
 
 The winds all gently blow. 
 Her sun-like beauty shines so fair. 
 
 Her spring can never fade : 
 Who then can blame the life that strives 
 To harbour in her shade .' 
 
 Her grace I sought, her love I wooed. 
 
 Her love thought to ^ obtain ; 
 No time, no toil, no vow, no faith. 
 
 Her wished grace can gain. 
 
 1 Olded. "though I." 
 
LIGHT CONCEITS OF LOVERS. 69 
 
 Yet truth can tell my heart is hers, 
 
 And her will I adore ; 
 And from that love when I depart, 
 
 Let heaven view me no more ! 
 
 Her roses with my praye[r]s shall spring ; 
 
 And when her trees I praise. 
 Their boughs shall blossom, mellow fruit 
 
 Shall straw ^ her pleasant ways. 
 The words of hearty zeal have power 
 
 High wonders to effect ; 
 O why should then her princely ear 
 
 My words or zeal neglect? 
 
 If she my faith misdeems, or worth, 
 
 Woe worth my hapless fate ! 
 For though time can my truth reveal, 
 
 That time will come too late. 
 And who can glory in the worth, 
 
 That cannot yield him grace ? 
 Content in everything is not. 
 
 Nor joy in every place. 
 
 But from her bower of joy since I 
 
 Must now excluded be. 
 And she will not relieve my cares, 
 
 Which none can help but she ; 
 My comfort in her love shall dwell. 
 
 Her love lodge in my breast. 
 And though not in her bower, yet I 
 
 Shall in her temple rest. 
 
 Old form of "strew. " 
 
70 LIGHT CONCEITS OF LOVERS. 
 
 FAIN would I my love disclose, 
 Ask what honour might deny j 
 But both love and her I lose, 
 From my motion if she fly. 
 Worse than pain is fear to me : 
 Then hold in fancy though it burn ! 
 If not happy, safe I'll be, 
 And to my cloistered cares return. 
 
 Yet, O yet, in vain I strive 
 
 To repress my schooled desire ; 
 
 More and more the flames revive, 
 
 I consume in mine own fire. 
 
 She would pity, might she know 
 
 The harms that I for her endure : 
 
 Speak then, and get comfort so ; 
 
 A wound long hid grows past ^ recure. 
 
 Wise she is, and needs must know 
 All th' attempts that beauty moves : 
 Fair she is, and honoured so 
 That she, sure, hath tried some loves. 
 If with love I tempt her then, 
 'Tis but her due to be desired : 
 What would women think of men 
 If their deserts were not admired ? 
 
 ^ Old ed. "most." 
 
LIGHT CONCEITS OF LOVERS. 71 
 
 Women, courted, have the hand 
 
 To discard what they distaste : 
 
 But those dames whom none demand 
 
 Want oft what their wills embraced. 
 
 Could their firmness iron excel, 
 
 As they are fair, they should be sought : 
 
 When true thieves use falsehood well, 
 
 As they are wise they will be caught. 
 
 GIVE beauty all her right, '^ 
 She's not to one form tied ; 
 Each shape yields fair delight, 
 Where her perfections 'bide. 
 Helen, I grant, might pleasing be ; 
 And Ros'mond was as sweet as she. 
 
 Some the quick eye commends ; 
 
 Some swelling ' lips and red ; 
 
 Pale looks have many friends. 
 
 Through sacre4 sweetness bred. 
 Meadows have flowers that pleasure move, 
 Though roses are the flowers of love. 
 
 Free beauty is not bound 
 
 To one unmoved clime : 
 
 She visits every ground. 
 
 And favours every time. 
 Let the old loves with mine compare, 
 My Sovereign is as sweet and fair. 
 
 ^ Old ed. "smelling." 
 
72 LIGHT CONCEITS OF LOVERS. 
 
 o 
 
 DEAR ! that I with thee might live, 
 From human trace removed ! 
 Where jealous care might neither grieve, 
 Yet each dote on their loved. 
 While fond fear may colour find, love's seldom pleased ; 
 But much like a sick man's rest, it's soon diseased. 
 
 Why should our minds not mingle so. 
 
 When love and faith is plighted, 
 That either might the other's know. 
 Alike in all delighted .'' 
 Why should frailty breed suspect, when hearts are 
 
 fixed "i 
 Must all human joys of force with grief be mixed t 
 
 How oft have we eVn smiled in tears, 
 
 Our fond mistrust repenting ? / 
 
 As snow when heavenly fire appears. 
 So melts love's hate relenting. 
 Vexed kindness soon falls off and soon returneth : 
 Such a flame the more you quench the more it burneth. 
 
 r^OOTi men, show, if you can tell, 
 ^-^ Where doth Human Pity dwell? 
 Far and near her I would seek, 
 So vext with sorrow is my breast. 
 " She," they say, " to all, is meek ; 
 And only makes th' unhappy blest." 
 
LIGHT CONCEITS OF LOVERS. 73 
 
 Oh ! if such a saint there be, 
 Some hope yet remains for me : 
 Prayer or sacrifice may gain 
 From her implored grace relief ; 
 To release me of my pain, 
 Or at the least to ease my grief. 
 
 Young am I, and far from guile, 
 The more is my woe the while : 
 Falsehood with a smooth disguise 
 My simple meaning hath abused : 
 Casting mists before mine eyes, 
 By which my senses are confused. 
 
 Fair he is, who vowed to me 
 
 That he only mine would be ; 
 
 But, alas, his mind is caught 
 
 With every gaudy bait he sees : 
 
 And too late my flame is taught 
 
 That too much kindness makes men freeze. 
 
 From me all my friends are gone, 
 While I pine for him alone ; 
 And not one will rue my case. 
 But rather my distress deride : 
 That I think there is no place 
 Where Pity ever yet did bide. 
 
74 LIGHT CONCEITS OF LOVERS. 
 
 XW 
 
 HAT harvest half so sweet is 
 As still to reap the kisses 
 
 Grown ripe in sowing ? 
 And straight to be receiver 
 Of that which thou art giver, 
 
 Rich in bestowing ? 
 Kiss then, my Harvest Queen, 
 
 Full garners heaping ! 
 Kisses, ripest when th' are green. 
 
 Want only reaping. 
 
 The dove alone expresses 
 Her fervency in kisses. 
 
 Of all most loving : 
 A creature as offenceless 
 As those things that are senseless 
 
 And void of moving. 
 Let us so love and kiss. 
 
 Though all envy us : 
 That which kind, and harmless is, 
 
 None can deny us. 
 
 SWEET, exclude me not, nor be divided 
 From him that ere long must bed thee 
 All thy maiden doubts law hath decided ; 
 Sure ^ we are, and I must wed thee. 
 
 ' Affianced. 
 
LIGHT CONCEITS OF LOVERS. . 75 
 
 Presume then yet a little more : 
 Here's the way, bar not the door. 
 
 Tenants, to fulfil their landlord's pleasure. 
 Pay their rent before the quarter : 
 
 'Tis my case, if you it rightly measure ; 
 Put me not then off with laughter. 
 
 Consider then a little more : 
 
 Here's the way to all my store. 
 
 Why were doors in love's despight devised .^ 
 Are not laws enough restraining ? 
 
 Women are most apt to be surprised 
 Sleeping, or sleep wisely feigning. 
 
 Then grace me yet a little more : 
 
 Here's the way, bar not the door. 
 
 THE peaceful western wind 
 The winter storms hath tamed, 
 And Nature in each kind 
 The kind heat hath inflamed : 
 The forward buds so sweetly breathe 
 
 Out of their earthy bowers. 
 That heaven, which views their pomp beneath, 
 Would fain be decked with flowers. 
 
 See how the morning smiles 
 On her bright eastern hill. 
 And with soft steps beguiles 
 Them that lie slumbering still ! 
 
76 LIGHT CONCEITS OF LOVERS. 
 
 The music-loving birds are come 
 From cliffs and rocks unknown. 
 
 To see the trees and briars bloom 
 That late were overthrown.^ 
 
 What Saturn did destroy, 
 Love's Queen revives again ; 
 And now her naked boy- 
 Doth in the fields remain, 
 
 Where he such pleasing change doth view 
 In every living thing, 
 
 As if the world were born anew 
 To gratify the spring. 
 
 If all things life present, 
 
 Why die my comforts then ? 
 
 Why suffers my content ? 
 
 Am I the worst of men ? 
 O, Beauty, be not thou accused 
 
 Too justly in this case ! 
 Unkindly if true love be used, 
 
 'Twill yield thee little grace. 
 
 THERE is none, O none but you. 
 That from me estrange your sight, 
 Whom mine eyes affect to view 
 Or chained ears hear with delight. 
 
 ' Old ed. " ouer-flowne. '' 
 
LIGHT CONCEITS OF LOITERS. 77 
 
 Other beauties others move, 
 
 In you I all graces find ; 
 Such is the effect of love, 
 
 To make them happy that are kind. 
 
 Women in frail beauty trust, 
 
 Only seem you fair to me ; 
 Yet prove truly kind and just, 
 
 For that may not dissembled be. 
 
 Sweet, afford me then your sight. 
 
 That, surveying all your looks. 
 Endless volumes I may write 
 
 And fill the world with envied books : 
 
 Which when after-ages view. 
 
 All shall wonder and despair, 
 Woman to find man so true. 
 
 Or man a woman half so fair. 
 
 PINED I am and like to die, 
 And all for lack of that which I 
 Do every day refuse. 
 If I musing sit or stand, 
 Some puts it daily in my hand, 
 
 To inten-upt my muse : 
 The same thing I seek and fly, 
 And want that which none would deny. 
 
 In my bed, when I should rest, 
 It breeds such trouble in my breast 
 
78 LIGHT CONCEITS OP LOVERS. 
 
 That scarce mine eyes will close ; 
 If I sleep it seems to be 
 Oft playing in the bed with me, 
 
 But, waked, away it goes. 
 'Tis some spirit sure, I ween, 
 And yet it may be felt and seen. 
 
 Would I had the heart and wit 
 To make it stand and conjure it, 
 
 That haunts me thus with fear. 
 Doubtless 'tis some harmless sprite, 
 For it by day as well as night 
 
 Is ready to appear. 
 Be it friend, or be it foe, 
 Ere long I'll try what it will do. 
 
 /^ O O many loves have I neglected 
 
 •-J Whose good parts might move me. 
 That now I live of all rejected ; 
 
 There is none will love me. 
 Why is maiden heat so coy ? 
 
 It freezeth when it burneth, 
 Loseth what it might enjoy, 
 
 And, having lost it, mourneth. 
 
 Should I then woo, that have been wooed. 
 
 Seeking them that ily me ? 
 When I my faith with tears have vowed, 
 
 And when all deny me. 
 
LIGHT CONCEITS OF LOVERS. 79 
 
 Who will pity my disgrace, 
 
 Which love might have prevented ? 
 There is no submission base 
 
 Where error is repented. 
 
 happy men, whose hopes are licensed 
 To discourse their passion, 
 
 While women are confined to silence, 
 
 Losing wished occasion T 
 Yet our tongues than theirs, men say. 
 
 Are apter to be moving : 
 Women are more dumb than they. 
 
 But in their thoughts more moving. 
 
 When I compare my former strangeness 
 With my present doting, 
 
 1 pity men that speak in plainness, 
 Their true heart's devoting ; 
 
 While we (with repentance) jest 
 
 At their submissive passion. 
 Maids, I see, are never blest 
 
 That strange be but for fashion. 
 
 THOUGH ' your strangeness frets my heart. 
 Yet may not I complain : 
 You persuade me, 'tis but art, 
 That secret love must feign. 
 If another you affect, 
 'Tis but a show, t'avoid suspect. 
 Is this fair excusing? O, no ! all is abusing ! 
 
 1 This song is printed, with some textual variations, in Robert 
 Jones' Musical Dream, 1609. See Lyrics from Elizabethan Song- 
 Boohs (1887), pp. 134-5. 
 
8o LIGHT CONCEITS OF LOVERS. 
 
 Your wished sight if I desire, 
 Suspicions you pretend : 
 Causeless you yourself retire, 
 While I in vain attend. 
 This a lover whets, you say, 
 Still made more eager by delay. 
 Is this fair excusing ? O, no ! all is abusing 1 
 
 When another holds your hand. 
 You swear I hold your heart : 
 When my rivals close do stand, 
 And I sit far apart, 
 I am nearer yet than they, 
 Hid in your bosom, as you say. 
 Is this fair excusing ? O, no ! all is abusing ! 
 
 Would my rival then I were, 
 Or ' else your secret friend : 
 So much lesser should I fear. 
 And not so much attend. 
 They enjoy you, every one, 
 Yet I must seem your friend alone. 
 Is this fair excusing .'' O, no ! all is abusing ! 
 
 COME away, armed with love's delights ! 
 Thy spriteful graces bring with thee ! 
 When love and longing fights. 
 They must the sticklers be. 
 
 1 Olded. "Some." 
 
LIGHT CONCEITS OF LOVERS. 8i 
 
 Come quickly, come ! the promised hour is well-nigh 
 
 spent, 
 And pleasure being too much deferred, loseth her best 
 
 content. 
 
 Is she come ? O, how near is she ! 
 
 How far yet from this friendly place ! 
 How many steps from me ! 
 When shall I her embrace ? 
 These arms I'll spread, which only at her sight shall 
 
 close, 
 Attending as the starry flower that the sun's noontide 
 knows. 
 
 COME, you pretty false-eyed wanton, 
 Leave your crafty smiling ! 
 Think you to escape me now 
 
 With slipp'ry words beguiling ! 
 No ; you mocked me th'other day ; 
 
 When you got loose, you fled away ; 
 But, since I have caught you now, 
 
 I'll clip your wings for flying : 
 Smoth'ring kisses fast I'll heap, 
 
 And keep you so from crying. 
 
 Sooner may you count the stars. 
 And number hail down pouring. 
 
 Tell the osiers of the Thames, 
 Or Goodwin sands devouring, 
 G 
 
82 LIGHT CONCEITS OF LOVERS. 
 
 Than the thick-showered kisses here 
 Which now thy tired hps must bear. 
 
 Such a harvest never was, 
 So rich and full of pleasure, 
 
 But 'tis spent as soon as reaped, 
 So trustless is love's treasure. 
 
 Would it were dumb midnight now, 
 
 When all the world lies sleeping ! 
 Would this place some desert were. 
 
 Which no man hath in keeping ! 
 My desires should then be safe, 
 
 And when you cried then would I laugh 
 But if aught might breed offence, 
 
 Love only should be blamed : 
 I would live your servant still. 
 
 And you my saint unnamed. 
 
 A SECRET love or two I must confess 
 I kindly welcome for change in close playing, 
 Yet my dear husband I love ne'ertheless, 
 
 His desires, whole or half, quickly allaying, 
 At all times ready to offer redress : 
 
 His own he never wants but hath it duly. 
 Yet twits me I keep not touch with him truly. 
 
 The more a spring is drawn the more it flows. 
 No lamp less light retains by light'ning others 
 
 Is he a loser his loss that ne'er knows ? 
 Or is he wealthy that waste treasure smothers ? 
 
LIGHT CONCEITS OF LOVERS. 83 
 
 My churl vows no man shall scent his sweet rose : 
 His own enough and more I give him duly, 
 Yet still he twits me I keep not touch truly. 
 
 Wise archers bear more than one shaft to field, 
 
 The venturer loads not with one ware his shipping ; 
 
 Should warriors learn but one weapon to wield, 
 Or thrive fair plants e'er the worse for the slipping ? 
 
 One dish cloys, many fresh appetite yield. 
 Mine own I'll use, and his he shall have duly. 
 Judge then what debtor can keep touch more truly. 
 
 T T ER rosy cheeks, her ever-smiling eyes, 
 -'- -*• Are spheres and beds where Love in triumph 
 lies : 
 
 Her rubine lips, when they their pearl unlock, 
 
 Make them seem as they did rise 
 
 All out of one smooth coral rock. 
 
 O that of other creatures' store I knew 
 
 More worthy and more rare ! 
 
 For these are old, and she so new. 
 
 That her to them none should compare. 
 
 O could she love ! would she but hear a friend ! 
 
 Or that she only knew what sighs pretend ! 
 
 Her looks inflame, yet cold as ice is she. 
 
 Do or speak, all's to one end. 
 
 For what she is that will she be. 
 
 Yet will I never cease her praise to sing. 
 
 Though she gives no regard : 
 
 For they that grace a worthless thing 
 
 Are only greedy of reward. 
 
LIGHT CONCEITS OF LOVERS. 
 
 WHERE shall I refuge seek, if you refuse me ? 
 In you my hope, in you my fortune lies. 
 In you my life ! though you unjust accuse me, 
 My service scorn, and merit underprize : 
 O bitter grief ! that exile is become 
 Reward for faith, and pity deaf and dumb ! 
 
 Why should my firmness find a seat so wav'ring ? 
 
 My simple vows, my love you entertained ; 
 
 Without desert the same again disfaVring ; 
 
 Yet I my word and passion hold unstained. 
 
 O wretched me ! that my chief joy should breed 
 My only grief and kindness pity need ! 
 
 FINIS. 
 
The Third and Fourth Booke of Ayres : Composed by 
 Thomas Campian. So as they may be expressed by 
 one Voyce, with a Violl, Lute, or Oi'pharion. London : 
 Printed by Thomas Snodham. Ctim Priuilegio. n. d. 
 [circ. i6i7.]fol. 
 
A TABLE OF ALL THE SONGS CONTAINED 
 IN THE TWO BOOKS FOLLOWING. 
 
 The Table of the First Book. 
 
 13- 
 
 Oft have I sighed. 
 
 Now let her change. 
 
 Were my heart as. 
 
 Maids are simple, some 
 men say. 
 
 So tired are all my 
 thoughts. 
 
 Why presmnes thy pride ? 
 
 Kind are her answers. 
 
 O grief, O spite ! 
 
 O never to be moved. 
 
 Break now, my heart and 
 die. 
 
 If Love loves truth. 
 
 Now winter nights en- 
 large. 
 
 Awake, thou spring. 
 
 14. What is it [all] that men 
 
 possess ? 
 
 15. Fire that must flame. 
 
 16. If thou long'st so much. 
 
 17. Shall I come, sweet love ? 
 
 18. Thrice toss these oaken. 
 Be thou then my Beauty. 
 Fire, fire, fire, fire ! lo, here. 
 O sweet delight. 
 Thus I resolve. 
 Come, O come, my life's. 
 
 24. Could my heart more. 
 
 25. Sleep, angry beauty. 
 
 26. Silly boy, 'tis full moon yet. 
 
 27. Never love unless you can. 
 
 28. So quick, so hot. 
 
 29. Shall I then hope. 
 
 The Table of the 
 
 1. Leave prolonging. 
 
 2. Respect my faith. 
 
 3. Thou joy 'st, fond boy. 
 
 4. Veil, love, mine eyes. 
 
 5. Every dame affects good 
 
 fame. 
 
 6. So sweet is thy discourse. 
 
 7. There is a garden in her 
 
 face. 
 
 8. To his sweet lute. 
 
 9. Young and simple though 
 
 I am. 
 
 10. Love me or not. 
 
 11. What means this folly ? 
 
 12. Dear, if I with guile. 
 
 Second Book, 
 
 13. O Love, where are tliy 
 
 shafts ? 
 
 14. Beanty is but a painted 
 
 hell. 
 
 15. Are you what your ? 
 
 16. Since she, even she. 
 
 17. I must complain. 
 
 r8. Think'st thou to seduce. 
 
 19. Her fair inflaming eyes. 
 
 20. Turn all thy thoughts. 
 
 21. If any hath the heart to 
 
 kill. 
 
 22. Beauty, since you. 
 
 23. Your fair looks. 
 
 24. Fain would I wed. 
 
TO MY HONOURABLE FRIEND, SIR 
 
 THOMAS MOUNSON, KNIGHT AND 
 
 BARONET. 
 
 SINCE now these clouds, that lately over-cast 
 Your fame and fortune, are dispersed at last : 
 And now since all to you fair greetings make ; 
 Some out of love, and some for pity's sake : 
 Shall I but with a common style salute 
 Your new enlargement ? or stand only mute ? 
 I, to whose trust and care you durst commit 
 Your pined health, when art despaired of it ? 
 I, that in your affliction often viewed 
 In you the fruits of manly fortitude. 
 Patience, and even constancy of mind 
 That rock-like stood, and scorned both wave and 
 
 wind ? 
 Should I, for all your ancient love to me, 
 Endowed with weighty favours, silent be ? 
 Your merits and my gratitude forbid 
 That either should in Lethean gulf lie hid ; 
 But how shall I this work of fame express ? 
 How can I better, after pensiveness, 
 Than with light strains of Music, made to move 
 Sweetly with the wide spreading plumes of Love ? 
 These youth-born Airs, then, prisoned in this book. 
 Which in your bowers much of their being took. 
 Accept as a kind offering from that hand 
 Which, joined with heart, your virtue may command ! 
 
THIRD BOOK OF AIRS. 
 
 Who love a sure friend, as all good men do, 
 Since such you are, let those affect you too. 
 And may the joys of that Crown never end, 
 That innocence doth pity and defend. 
 
 Yours devoted, 
 
 Thomas Campion.^ 
 
 OFT have I sighed for him that hears me not ; 
 Who absent hath both love and me forgot. 
 O yet I languish still through his delay : 
 Days seem as years when wished friends break their 
 day. 
 
 Had he but loved as common lovers use. 
 His faithless stay some kindness would excuse : 
 O yet I languish still, still constant mourn 
 For him that can break vows but not return. 
 
 NOW let her change and spare not ! 
 Since she proves strange I care not : 
 Feigned love charmed so my delight 
 That still I doted on her sight. 
 But she is gone, new joys embracing 
 And my desires disgracing. 
 
 1 Old eA "Campian." 
 
90 THIRD BOOK OF AIRS. 
 
 When did I err in blindness, 
 Or vex her with unkindness ? 
 If my cares served her alone, 
 Why is she thus untimely gone ? 
 True love abides to th' hour of dying : 
 False love is ever flying. 
 
 False ! then, farewell for ever ! 
 Once false proves faithful never : 
 He that boasts now of thy love, 
 Shall soon my present fortunes prove. 
 Were he as fair as bright Adonis, 
 Faith is not had where none is. 
 
 WERE my heart as some men's are, thy errors 
 would not move me ; 
 But thy faults I curious find and speak because I love 
 
 thee : 
 Patience is a thine divine and far, I grant, above me. 
 
 V 
 
 Foes sometimes be^fcnd us more, our blacker deeds 
 
 objecting, 
 Than th' obsequious bos^n guest, with false respect 
 
 affecting. 
 Friendship is the Glass of Truth, our hidden stains 
 
 detecting. 
 
 While I use of eyes enjoy and inward light of reason, 
 Thy observer will I be and censor, but in season . 
 Hidden mischief to conceal in State and Love is 
 treason. 
 
M 
 
 THIRD BOOK OF AIRS. 91 
 
 AIDS are simple," some men say, ''" 
 
 'They, forsooth, will trust no men." 
 But should they men's wills obey. 
 Maids were very simple then. 
 
 Truth, a rare flower now is grown. 
 Few men wear it in their hearts ; 
 Lovers are more easily known 
 By their follies than deserts. 
 
 Safer may we credit give 
 To a faithless wandering Jew 
 Than a young man's vows believe 
 When he swears his love is true. 
 
 Love they make a poor blind child, 
 But let none trust such as he : 
 Rather than to be beguiled, 
 Ever let me simple be. 
 
 SO tired are all my thoughts, that sense and spirits 
 fail: 
 Mourning I pine, and know not what I ail. 
 O what can yield ease to a mind 
 
 Joy in nothing that can find ? 
 
92 THIRD BOOK OF AIRS. 
 
 How are my powers fore-spoke ? What strange dis- 
 taste is this ? 
 Hence, cruel hate of that which sweetest is ! 
 Come, come delight I make my dull brain 
 Feel once heat of joy again. 
 
 The lover's tears are sweet, their mover makes them 
 
 so ; 
 Proud of a wound the bleeding soldiers grow. 
 Poor I alone, dreaming, endure 
 
 Grief that knows nor cause nor cure. 
 
 And whence can all this grow ? even from an idle mind, 
 That no delight in any good can find. 
 Action jQone makes the soul blest : 
 
 Virtue dies with too much rest. 
 
 ■^ '\ /"HY presumes thy pride on that that must so 
 
 ' • private be, 
 
 Scarce that it can good be called, though it seems best 
 
 to thee. 
 Best of all that Nature framed or curious eye can see ? 
 
 'Tis thy beauty, foolish Maid, that like a blossom, 
 
 grows ; 
 Which who views no more enjoys than on a bush a 
 
 rose. 
 That, by many's handling, fades : and thou art one of 
 
 those. 
 
THIRD BOOK OF AIRS. 93 
 
 If to one thou shalt prove true and all beside reject, 
 Then art thou but one man's good ; which yields a poor 
 
 effect : 
 For the commonest good by far deserves the best 
 
 respect. 
 
 But if for this goodness thou thyself wilt common 
 
 make, 
 Thou art then not good at all : so thou canst no way 
 
 take 
 But to prove the meanest good or else all good forsake. 
 
 Be not then of beauty proud, but so her colours bear 
 That they prove not stains to her, that them for grace 
 
 should wear : 
 So shalt thou to all more fair than thou wert born 
 
 appear. 
 
 KIND are her answers, 
 But her performance keeps no day ; 
 Breaks time, as dancers 
 From their own music when they stray. 
 All her free favours and smooth words, 
 
 Wing my hopes in vain. 
 O did ever voice so sweet but only feign ? 
 Can true love yield such delay. 
 Converting joy to pain ? 
 
94 THIRD BOOK OF AIRS. 
 
 Lost is our freedom, 
 
 When we submit to women so : 
 
 Why do we need them 
 When, in their best they work our woe ? 
 
 There is no wisdom 
 
 Can alter ends, by Fate prefixt. 
 O why is the good of man with evil mixt ? 
 
 Never were days ,yet called two, 
 
 But one night went betwixt. 
 
 O GRIEF, O spite, to see poor Virtue scorned, 
 Truth far exiled. False Art loved, Vice adored. 
 Free Justice sold, worst causes best adorned, 
 
 Right cast by Power, Pity in vain implored ! 
 O who in such an age could wish to live, 
 When none can have or hold, but such as give ? 
 
 O times, O men to Nature rebels grown, 
 
 Poor in desert, in name rich, proud of shame, 
 
 Wise but in ill J Your styles are not your own 
 
 Though dearly bought ; Honour is honest fame. 
 
 Old stories, only, goodness now contain. 
 
 And the true wisdom that is just and plain. 
 
 O NEVER to be moved, 
 O beauty unrelenting ! , 
 Hard heart, too dearly loved ! 
 Fond love, too late repenting ! 
 
THIRD BOOK OF AIRS. 95 
 
 Why did I dream of too much bliss ? 
 
 Deceitful hope was cause of this. 
 O hear me speak this, and no more, 
 " Live you in joy, while I my woes deplore !" 
 
 All comforts despaired 
 
 Distaste your bitter scorning ; 
 Great sorrows unrepaired 
 
 Admit no mean in mourning : 
 Die, wretch, since hope from thee is fled. 
 He that must die, is better dead. 
 
 O dear delight yet, ere I die. 
 
 Some pity show, though you relief deny ! 
 
 BREAK now, my heart, and die ! O no, she may 
 relent. 
 Let my despair prevail ! O stay, hope is not spent. 
 Should she now fix one smile on thee, where were 
 despair .? 
 The loss is but easy, which smiles can repair. 
 A stranger would please thee, if she were as fair. 
 
 Her must I love or none, so sweet none breathes as 
 
 she ; 
 The more is my despair, alas, she loves not me ! 
 But cannot time make way for love through ribs of 
 steel t 
 The Grecian, enchanted all parts but the heel, 
 At last a shaft daunted, which his heart did feel. 
 
95 THIRD BOOK OF AIRS. 
 
 IF love loves truth, then women do not love ; 
 Their passions all are but dissembled shows ; 
 Now kind and free of favour if they prove, 
 
 Their kindness straight a tempest overthrows. 
 Then as a seaman the poor lover fares ; 
 The storm drowns him ere he can drown his cares. 
 
 But why accuse I women that deceive ? 
 
 Blame then the foxes for their subtle wile : 
 They first from Nature did their craft receive : 
 
 It is a woman's nature to beguile. 
 Yet some, I grant, in loving steadfast grow ; 
 But such by use are made, not Nature, so. 
 
 O why had Nature power at once to frame 
 Deceit and Beauty, traitors both to Love ? 
 
 O would Deceit had died when Beauty came 
 With her divineness every heart to move ! 
 
 Yet do we rather wish, whate'er befall, 
 
 To have fair women false than none at all. 
 
 TVr OW winter nights enlarge 
 -'- ^ The number of their hours ; 
 And clouds their storms discharge 
 Upon the airy towers. 
 
THIRD BOOK OF AIRS. 97 
 
 Let now the chimneys blaze 
 
 And cups o'erflow with wine, 
 
 Let well-tuned words amaze 
 
 With harmony divine ! 
 
 Now yellow waxen lights 
 
 Shall wait on honey love 
 
 While youthful revels, masques, and Courtly sights, 
 
 Sleep's leaden spells remove. 
 
 This time doth well dispense 
 
 With lovers' long discourse ; 
 Much speech hath some defence, 
 
 Though beauty no remorse. 
 All do not all things well ; 
 
 Some measures comely tread, 
 Some knotted riddles tell, 
 
 Some poems smoothly read. 
 The summer hath his joys. 
 
 And winter his delights ; 
 Though love and all his pleasures are but toys, 
 
 They shorten tedious nights. 
 
 A WAKE, thou spring of speaking grace ! mute rest 
 -^^ becomes not thee ! 
 
 The fairest women, while they sleep, and pictures, 
 equal be. 
 
 O come and dwell in love's discourses ! 
 
 Old renewing, new creating. 
 The words which thy rich tongue discourses, 
 Are not of the common rating ! 
 H 
 
98 THIRD BOOK OF AIRS. 
 
 Thy voice is as an Echo clear which Music doth beget, 
 Thy speech is as an Oracle which none can counterfeit : 
 For thou alone, without offending, 
 
 Hast obtained power of enchanting ; 
 And I could hear thee without ending, 
 Other comfort never wanting. 
 
 Some little reason brutish lives with human glory share ; 
 But language is our proper grace, from which they 
 severed are. 
 As brutes in reason man surpasses, 
 
 Men in speech excel each other : 
 If speech be then the best of graces, 
 Do it not in slumber smother ! 
 
 TITH AT is it all that men possess, among themselves 
 
 • ^ conversing? 
 
 Wealth or fame, or some such boast, scarce worthy the 
 
 rehearsing. 
 Women only are men's good, with them in love con- 
 versing. 
 
 If weary,theyprepareus rest; if sick,theirhandattends 
 us; 
 
 When with grief our hearts are prest, their comfort best 
 
 befriends us : 
 Sweet or sour, they willing go to share what fortune 
 
 sends us. 
 
THIRD BOOK OF AIRS. 99 
 
 What pretty babes with pain they bear, our name and 
 form presenting ! 
 
 What we get, how wise they keep ! by sparing, wants 
 preventing ; 
 
 Sorting all their household cares to our observed con- 
 tenting. 
 
 All this, of whose large use I sing, in two words is 
 
 expressed : 
 Good Wife is the good I praise, if by good men 
 
 possessed ; 
 Bad with bad in ill suit well ; but good with good live 
 
 blessed. 
 
 FIRE that must flame is with apt fuel fed, 
 Flowers that will thrive in sunny soil are bred. 
 How can a heart feel heat that no hope finds ? 
 Or can he love on whom no comfort shines ? 
 
 Fair ! I confess there's pleasure in your sight ! 
 Sweet ! you have power, I grant, of all delight ! 
 But what is all to me, if I have none ? 
 Churl, that you are, t'enjoy such wealth alone ! 
 
 Prayers move the heavens but find no grace with you ; 
 
 Yet in your looks a heavenly form I view, 
 
 Then will I pray again, hoping to find, 
 
 As well as in your looks heaven in your mind ! 
 
THIRD BOOK OF AIRS. 
 
 Saint of my heart, Queen of my life and love, 
 O let my vows thy loving spirit move ! 
 Let me no longer mourn through thy disdain ; 
 But with one touch of grace cure all my pain. 
 
 IF thou longest so much to learn, sweet boy, what 
 'tis to love, 1 
 
 Do but fix thy thought on me and thou shalt quickly 
 prove. 
 Little suit, at first, shall win 
 
 Way to thy abashed desire, 
 But then will I hedge thee in 
 Salamander-like with fire ! 
 
 With thee dance I will, and sing, and thy fond 
 
 dalliance bear ; ' 
 We the grovy hills will climb, and play the wantons 
 there ; 
 Other whiles we'll gather flowers. 
 Lying dallying on the grass ! 
 And thus our delightful hours 
 
 Full of waking dreams shall pass ! 
 
 When thy joys were thus at height, my love should 
 
 turn from thee ; 
 Old acquaintance then should grow as strange as 
 strange might be ; 
 
 Twenty rivals thou shouldst find, 
 
 Breaking all their hearts for me, 
 While to all I'll prove more kind 
 And more forward than to thee. 
 
THIRD BOOK OF AIRS. loi 
 
 Thus, thy silly youth, enraged, would soon my love 
 
 defy; 
 But, alas, poor soul too late ! dipt wings can never fly. 
 Those sweet hours which we had past. 
 
 Called to mind, thy heart would burn ; 
 And couldst thou fly ne'er so fast. 
 
 They would make thee straight return. 
 
 SHALL I come, sweet love, to thee. 
 When the evening beams are set .'' 
 Shall I not excluded be ? 
 
 Will you find no feigned let ? 
 Let me not, for pity, more. 
 Tell the long hours at your door ! 
 
 Who can tell what thief or foe, 
 
 In the covert of the night, 
 For his prey will work my woe. 
 
 Or through wicked foul despite ? 
 So may I die unredrest. 
 Ere my long love be possest. 
 
 But to let such dangers pass, 
 Which a lover's thoughts disdain, 
 
 'Tis enough in such a place 
 To attend love's joys in vain. 
 
 Do not mock me in thy bed, 
 
 While these cold nights freeze me dead. 
 
THIRD BOOK OF AIRS. 
 
 THRICE ^ toss these oaken ashes in the air, 
 Thrice sit thou mute in this enchanted chair ; 
 And thrice three times, tie up this true love's knot ! 
 And murmur soft " She will, or she will not." 
 
 Go burn these poisonous weeds in yon blue fire, 
 These screech-owl's feathers and this prickling briar ; 
 This cypress gathered at a dead man's grave ; 
 That all thy fears and cares, an end may have. 
 
 Then come, you Fairies, dance with me a round ! 
 Melt her hard heart with your melodious sound ! 
 In vain are all the charms I can devise : 
 She hath an art to break them with her eyes. 
 
 ' This poem was included in the 1633 edition of Joshua 
 Sylvester's works, among the ' ' Remains never till now im- 
 printed. " Sylvester has not a shadow of claim to it. There is a 
 MS. copy of it in Harleian MS. 6910, fol. 150, where it is 
 correctly assigned to Campion. The MS. gives it in the form of 
 a sonnet : — 
 
 ' ' Thrice toss those oaken ashes in the air, 
 And thrice three times tie up this true love's knot ; 
 Thrice sit you down in this enchanted chair. 
 And murmur soft " She will or she will not." 
 Go, bum those poisoned weeds in that blue fire, 
 This cypress gathered out a dead man's grave, 
 These screech-owl's feathers and the prickling briar. 
 That all thy thorny cares an end may have. 
 Then come, you fairies, dance with me a round ! 
 Dance in a circle, let my love be centre ! 
 Melodiously breathe an enchanted sound : 
 Melt her hard heart that some remorse may enter ! 
 In vain are all the charms I can devise ; 
 She hath an art to break them with her eyes." 
 
THIRD BOOK OF AIRS. 103 
 
 BE thou then my Beauty named, 
 Since thy will is to be mine ! 
 For by that I am enflamed, 
 
 Which on all alike doth shine. 
 Others may the light admire, 
 I only truly feel the fire. 
 
 But if lofty titles move thee. 
 
 Challenge then a Sovereign's place ! 
 Say I honour when I love thee ; 
 
 Let me call thy kindness Grace. 
 State and Love things diverse be, 
 Yet will we teach them to agree ! 
 
 Or if this be not sufficing ; 
 
 Be thou styled my Goddess then : 
 I will love thee, sacrificing ; 
 
 In thine honour, hymns I'll pen. 
 To be thine what canst thou more ? 
 I'll love thee, serve thee, and adore. 
 
 FIRE, fire, fire, fire ! v / 
 
 Lo here I burn in such desire \ 
 
 That all the tears that I can strain 
 Out of mine idle empty brain 
 Cannot allay my scorching pain. 
 
I04 THIRD BOOK OF AIRS. 
 
 Come Trent, and Humber, and fair Thames ! 
 
 Dread Ocean, haste with all thy streams ! 
 And if you cannot quench my fire, 
 O drown both me and my desire ! 
 
 Fire, fire, fire, fire ! 
 There is no hell to my desire. 
 See, all the rivers backward fly ! 
 And th' Ocean doth his waves deny, 
 For fear my heat should drink them dry ! 
 Come, heavenly showers, then, pouring down ! 
 Come you, that once the world did drown ! 
 Some then you spared, but now save all. 
 That else must bu^n, and with me fall ! 
 
 O SWEET delight, O more than human bliss, 
 With her to live that ever loving is ; 
 To hear her speak, whose words are so well placed. 
 That she by them, as they in her are graced : 
 Those looks to view, that feast the viewer's eye, 
 How blest is he that may solive and die ! 
 
 Such love as this the golden times did know, 
 When all did reap, yet none took care to sow ; 
 Such love as this an endless summer makes. 
 And all distaste from frail affection takes. 
 So loved, so blessed, in my beloved am I ; 
 Which till their eyes ache, let iron men envy ! 
 
THIRD BOOK OF AIRS. 105 
 
 'T^HUS I resolve, and time hath taught me so ; 
 -I- Since she is fair and ever kind to me, 
 Though she be wild and wanton-like in show. 
 
 Those little stains in youth I will not see. 
 That she be constant, heaven I oft implore : 
 If prayers prevail not, I can do no more. 
 
 Pahn tree the more you press, the more it grows ; 
 
 Leave it alone, it will not much exceed. 
 Free beauty if you strive to yoke, you lose : 
 
 And for affection, strange distaste you breed. 
 What Nature hath not taught, no Art can frame : 
 Wild born be wild still, though by force you tame. 
 
 COME, O come, my life's delight, 
 Let me not in languor pine ! 
 Love loves no delay ; thy sight. 
 
 The more enjoyed, the more divine 
 O come, and take from me 
 The pain of being deprived of theq ! 
 
 Thou all sweetness dost enclose. 
 Like a little world of bliss. 
 
 Beauty guards thy looks : the rose 
 In them pure and eternal is. 
 
 Come, then, and make thy flight 
 
 As swift to me, as heavenly light. 
 
io6 THIRD BOOK OF AIRS. 
 
 COULD my heart more tongues employ 
 Than it harbours thoughts of grief ; 
 It is now so far from joy, 
 
 That it scarce could ask relief. 
 Truest hearts by deeds unkind 
 To despair are most inclined. 
 
 Happy minds, that can redeem 
 Their engagements how they please ! 
 
 That no joys or hopes esteem, 
 Half so precious as their ease ! 
 
 Wisdom should prepare men so 
 
 As if they did all foreknow. 
 
 Yet no art or caution can 
 
 Grown affections easily change ; 
 
 Use is such a Lord of man 
 That he brooks worst what is strange. 
 
 Better never to be blest 
 
 Than to lose all at the best. 
 
 SLEEP, angry beauty, sleep, and fear not me. 
 For who a sleeping lion dares provoke ? 
 It shall suffice me here to sit and see 
 
 Those lips shut up, that never kindly spoke. 
 What sight can more content a lover's mind 
 Than beauty seeming harmless, if not kind ? 
 
THIRD BOOK OF AIRS. 107 
 
 My words have charmed her, for secure she sleeps ; 
 
 Though guilty much of wrong done to my love ; 
 And in her slumber, see ! she, close-eyed, weeps ! 
 
 Dreams often more than waking passions move. 
 Plead, Sleep, my cause, and make her soft like thee, 
 That she in peace may wake and pity me. 
 
 SILLY boy, 'tis full moon yet, thy night as day 
 shines clearly ; 
 Had thy youth but wit to fear, thou couldst not love so 
 
 dearly. 
 Shortly wilt thou mourn when all thy pleasures are 
 
 bereaved ; 
 Little knows he how to love that never was deceived. 
 
 This is thy first maiden ilame, that triumphs yet 
 
 unstained ; 
 All is artless now you speak, not one word, yet, is 
 
 feigned ; 
 All is heaven that you behold, and all your thoughts 
 
 are blessed ; 
 But no spring can want his fall, each Troilus hath his 
 
 Cressid. 
 
 Thy well-ordered locks ere long shall rudely hang 
 
 neglected ; 
 And thy lively pleasant cheer read grief on earth 
 
 dejected. 
 Much then wilt thou blame thy Saint, that made thy 
 
 heart so holy. 
 And with sighs confess, in love that too much faith is 
 
 folly. 
 
io8 THIRD BOOK OF AIRS. 
 
 Yet be just and constant still ! Love may beget a 
 
 wonder. 
 Not unlike a summer's frost, or winter's fatal thunder. 
 He that holds his sweetheart true, unto his day of 
 
 dying, 
 Lives, of all that ever breathed, most worthy the 
 
 envying. 
 
 * XT EVER love unless you can 
 
 ^ ^ Bear with all the faults of man : 
 Men sometimes will jealous be, 
 Though but little cause they see ; 
 And hang the head, as discontent, 
 And speak what straight they will repent. 
 
 Men that but one saint adore, 
 Make a show of love to more : 
 Beauty must be scorned in none, 
 Though but truly served in one : 
 For what is courtship, but disguise ? 
 True hearts may have dissembling eyes. 
 
 Men when their affairs require. 
 Must a while themselves retire : 
 Sometimes hunt, and sometimes hawk, 
 And not ever sit and talk. 
 If these, and such like you can bear, 
 Then like, and love, and never fear ! 
 
THIRD BOOK OF AIRS. 109 
 
 SO QUICK, SO hot, SO mad is thy fond suit, 
 So rude, so tedious grown, in urging me. 
 That fain I would, with loss, make thy tongue mute, 
 
 And yield some little grace to quiet thee : 
 An hour with thee I care not to converse. 
 For I would not be counted too perverse. 
 
 But roofs too hot would prove for me ' all fire ; 
 
 And hills too high for my unused pace ; 
 The grove is charged with thorns and the bold briar ; 
 
 Grey snakes the meadows shroud in every place : 
 A yellow frog, alas, will fright me so, 
 As I should start and tremble as I go. 
 
 Since then I can on earth no fit room find, 
 In heaven I am resolved with you to meet : 
 
 Till then, for hope's sweet sake, rest your tired mind 
 And not so much as see me in the street : 
 
 A heavenly meeting one day we shall have, 
 
 But never, as you dream, in bed, or grave. 
 
 Jr- 
 
 SHALL I then hope when faith is fled 1 
 Can I seek love when hope is gone ? 
 Or can I live when love is dead.'' 
 Poorly he lives, that can love none. 
 
 Her vows are broke and I am free : 
 She lost her faith in losing me. 
 ^ Olded. "men." 
 
THIRD BOOK OF AIRS. 
 
 When I compare mine own events, 
 When I weigh others' like annoy : 
 All do but heap up discontents 
 That on a beauty build their joy. 
 
 Thus I of all complain, since she 
 All faith hath lost in losing me. 
 
 So my dear freedom have I gained, 
 Through her unkindness and disgrace : 
 
 Yet could I ever live enchained, 
 As she my service did embrace. 
 
 But she is changed, and I am free : 
 Faith failing her, love died in me. 
 
FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS. 
 
 TO MY WORTHY FRIEND MASTER JOHN 
 
 MOUNSON, SON AND HEIR TO SIR 
 
 THOMAS MOUNSON, KNIGHT 
 
 AND BARONET. 
 
 ON you th' affections of your father's friends, 
 With his inheritance, by right descends : 
 But you your graceful youth so wisely guide 
 That his you hold, and purchase much beside. 
 Love is the fruit of Virtue ; for whose sake 
 Men only liking each to other take. 
 If sparks of virtue shined not in you then 
 So well, how could you win the hearts of men ? 
 And since that honour and well-suited praise 
 Is Virtue's golden spur, let me now raise 
 Unto an act mature your tender age ; 
 This half commending to your patronage, 
 Which from your noble father's, but one side. 
 Ordained to do you honour, doth divide. 
 And so my love betwixt you both I part. 
 On each side placing you as near my heart ! 
 
 Yours ever, 
 
 Thomas Campion.' 
 
 1 Old ed. " Campian. " 
 
TO THE READER. 
 
 TO THE READER. 
 
 "T^HE Apothecaries have Books of Gold, whose leaves, 
 being opened, are so light as that they are subject 
 to be shaken with the least breath; yet rightly handled, 
 they serve both for ornament and use. Such are light 
 Airs. 
 
 But if any squeamish stomachs shall check at two or 
 three vain ditties in the end of this book, let them pour 
 off the clearest and leave those as dregs in the bottom. 
 Howsoever, if they be but conferred with the Canter- 
 bury Tales of that venerable poet Chaucer, they will 
 then appear toothsome enough. 
 
 Some words are in these Books, which have been 
 clothed in music by others, and I am content they then 
 served their turn: yet give me now leave to make use 
 of mine own. Likewise you may find here some three 
 or four Songs that have been published before : but for 
 them, T refer you to the Player's bill, that is styled. 
 Newly revived, with Additions/ for you shall find all 
 of them reformed, either in words or notes. 
 
 To be brief. All these Songs are mine, if you express 
 them well J otherwise they are your own. Farewell. 
 Yours, as you are his, 
 
 Thomas Campion.' 
 
 1 Old ed. " Campian.'' 
 
FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS. 113 
 
 T EAVE prolonging thy distress ! 
 
 -*— ' AIL delays afflict the dyings ' 
 
 Many lost sighs long I spent, to her for mercy crying ; 
 
 But now, vain mourning, cease ! 
 
 I'll die, and mine own griefs release. 
 
 Thus departing from this light 
 
 To those shades that end in sorrow. 
 
 Yet a small time of complaint a little breath I'll borrow, 
 
 To tell my once delight 
 
 I die alone through her despite. 
 
 "O ESPECT my faith, regard my service past ; 
 
 -•-^ The hope you winged call home to you at last. 
 
 Great price it is that I in you shall gain, 
 
 So great for you hath been my loss and pain. 
 My wits I spent and time for you alone, 
 Observing you and losing all for one. 
 
 Some raised to rich estates in this time are. 
 That held their hopes to mine, inferior far : 
 Such, scoffing me, or pitying me, say thus, 
 " Had he not loved, he might have lived like us." 
 O then, dear sweet, for love and pity's sake 
 My faith reward and from me scandal take. 
 I 
 
114 FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS. 
 
 THOU joyest, fond boy, to be by many loved, 
 To have thy beauty of most dames approved ; , 
 For this dost thou thy native worth disguise 
 And playest the sycophant t' observe their eyes ; 
 Thy glass thou counsellest more to adorn thy skin, 
 That first should school thee to be fair within. 
 
 'Tis childish to be caught with pearl or amber, 
 And woman-like too much to cloy the chamber ; 
 Youths should the fields affect, heat their rough steeds. 
 Their hardened nerves to fit for better deeds. 
 Is't not more joy strongholds to force with swords 
 Than women's weakness take with looks or words ? 
 
 Men that do noble things all purchase glory : 
 One man for one brave act hath proved a story : 
 But if that one ten thousand dames o'ercame. 
 Who would record it, if not to his shame ? 
 'Tis far more conquest with one to live true 
 Than every hour to triumph lord of new. 
 
 VEIL, Love, mine eyes ! O hide from me 
 The plagues that charge the curious mind ! 
 If beauty private will not be, 
 
 Suffice it yet that she proves kind. 
 Who can usurp heaven's light alone ? 
 Stars were not made to shine on one ! 
 
FOURTH BOOK OF -AIRS. 115 
 
 Griefs past recure, fools try to heal, 
 That greater harms on less inflict, 
 
 The pure offend by too much zeal ; 
 Affection should not be too strict. 
 
 He that a true embrace will find, 
 
 To beauty's faults must still be blind. 
 
 TT VERY dame affects good fame, whate'er her doings 
 -*— - be, 
 
 But true praise is Virtue's bays which none may wear 
 
 but she. 
 Borrowed guise fits not the wise, a simple look is best ; 
 Native grace becomes a face, though ne'er so rudely 
 
 drest. 
 Now such new found toys are sold, these women to 
 
 disguise, 
 That before the year grows old the newest fashion dies. 
 
 Dames of yore contended more in goodness to exceed 
 Than in pride to be envied, for that which least they 
 
 need. 
 Little lawn then serve[d] the Pawn,^ if Pawn at all 
 
 there were ; 
 Homespun thread, and household bread, then held out 
 
 all the year. 
 
 1 The Pawn was a corridor serving as a bazaar in the Royal 
 Exchange (Gresham's). 
 
ii6 FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS. 
 
 But th' attires of women now wear out both house and 
 
 land ; 
 That the wives in silks may flow, at ebb the good men 
 
 stand. 
 
 Once again, Astrea, then, from heaven to earth descend. 
 And vouchsafe in their behalf these errors to amend ! 
 Aid from heaven must make all even, things are so out 
 
 of frame ; 
 For let man strive all he can, he needs must please his 
 
 dame. 
 Happy man, content that gives and what he gives, 
 
 enjoys ! 
 Happy dame, content that lives and breaks no sleep 
 
 for toys ! 
 
 SO sweet is thy discourse to me. 
 And so delightful is thy sight, 
 As I taste nothing right but thee. 
 O why invented Nature light ? 
 Was it alone for beauty's sake. 
 That her graced words might better take ? 
 
 No more can I old joys recall : 
 They now to me become unknown, 
 Not seeming to have been at all. 
 Alas ! how soon is this love grown 
 To such a spreading height in me 
 As with it all must shadowed be ! 
 
FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS. 117 
 
 ' I ■'HERE' is a garden in her face, 
 -'- Where roses and white hlies grow ; 
 A heavenly paradise is that place, 
 Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow. 
 There chemes grow, which none may buy 
 Till " Cherry ripe" themselves do cry. 
 
 Those cherries fairly do enclose 
 
 Of orient pearl a double row ; 
 
 Which when her lovely laughter shows. 
 
 They look like rosebuds fiUed with snow. 
 
 Yet them nor peer nor prince can buy 
 
 Till " Cherry ripe" themselves do cry. 
 
 Her eyes like angels watch them still ; 
 Her brows like bended bows do stand, 
 Threatening with piercing frowns to kill 
 All that attempt, with eye or hand, 
 Those sacred cherries to come nigh 
 Till " Cherry ripe" themselves do cry. 
 
 ^ This poem is found in Alison's Hour's Recreation, 1606, and 
 Robert Jones' Ultimum Vale (1608). 
 
n8 FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS. 
 
 ' I ■'O his sweet lute Apollo sung the motions of the 
 -•- spheres ; 
 
 The wondrous order of the stars, whose course divides 
 the years ; 
 And all the mysteries above : 
 But none of this could Midas move, 
 Which purchased him, his ass's ears. 
 
 Then Pan with his rude pipe began the country wealth 
 
 t' advance, 
 To boast of cattle, flocks of sheep, and goats on hills 
 that dance ; 
 With much more of this churlish kind. 
 That quite transported Midas' mind. 
 And held him rapt as in a trance. 
 
 This wrong the God of Music scorned from such a 
 
 sottish judge, 
 And bent his angry bow at Pan, which made the piper 
 trudge : 
 Then Midas' head he so did trim 
 That every age yet talks of him 
 And Phcebus' right-revenged grudge. 
 
FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS. 119 
 
 "V/OUNG and simple though I am, 
 -^ I have heard of Cupid's name : 
 Guess I can what thing it is 
 Men desire when they do kiss. 
 Smoke can never burn, they say, 
 But the flames that follow may. 
 
 I am not so foul or fair 
 
 To be proud nor to despair ; 
 
 Yet ' my lips have oft observed : 
 
 Men that kiss them press them hard, 
 
 As glad lovers use to do 
 
 When their new-met loves they woo. 
 
 Faith, 'tis but a foolish mind ! 
 Yet, methinks, a heat I find. 
 Like thirst-longing, that doth bide 
 Ever on my weaker side, 
 Where they say, my heart doth move. 
 Venus, grant it be not love ! 
 
 If it be, alas, what then ! 
 Were not women made for men ? 
 As good 'twere a thing were past. 
 That must needs be done at last. 
 
 1 " Yet my lips . . . new-met loves they woo " is the reading 
 given in Ferrabosco's Airs, 1609. In Campion's Song-book \vc 
 have cL repetition of "Guess I can , . follow may " from the 
 first stanza. 
 
FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS. 
 
 Roses that are overblown, 
 Grow less sweet ; then fall alone. 
 
 Yet not churl, nor silken gull, 
 Shall my maiden blossom pull ; 
 Who shall not I soon can tell ; 
 Who shall, would I could as well ! 
 This I know, whoe'er he be. 
 Love he must or flatter me. 
 
 LOVE me or not, love her I must or die ; 
 Leave me or not, follow her, needs must L 
 O that her grace would my wished comforts give ! 
 How rich in her, how happy should I live ! 
 
 All my desire, all my delight should be. 
 Her to enjoy, her to unite to me : 
 Envy should cease, her would I love alone : 
 Who loves by looks, is seldom true to one. 
 
 Could I enchant, and that it lawful were, 
 Her would I charm softly that none should hear. 
 But love enforced rarely yields firm content ; 
 So would I love that neither should repent. 
 
 ■\ 7[ rHAT means this folly, now to brave it so, 
 
 * * And then to use submission ? 
 
 Is ,^hat a friend that straight can play the foe .'' 
 Who loves on such condition ? 
 
FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS. 121 
 
 Though briars breed roses, none the briar affect ; 
 
 But with the flower are pleased. 
 Love only loves delight and soft respect : 
 
 He must not be diseased.' 
 
 These thorny passions^pring from barren breasts, 
 
 Or such as need much weeding. 
 Love only loves delight and soft respect ; ^ 
 
 But sends them not home bleeding. 
 
 Command thy humour, strive to give content, 
 
 And shame not love's profession. 
 Of kindness never any could repent 
 
 That made choice with discretion. 
 
 D 
 
 EAR, if I with guile would gild a true intent, 
 Heaping flatt'ries that in heart were never meant : 
 Easily could I then obtain 
 
 What now in vain I force ; 
 Falsehood much doth gain, 
 
 Truth yet holds the better course. 
 
 Love forbid that through dissembling I should thrive, 
 Or in praising you myself of truth deprive ! 
 
 Let not your high thoughts debase 
 
 A simple truth in me : 
 Great is Beauty's grace. 
 Truth is yet as fair as she ! 
 
 1 Put to discomfort. 
 
 ^ This line has been repealed, by an error of the copyist or 
 printer, from the previous stanza. 
 
22 FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS. 
 
 Praise is but the wind of pride, if it exceeds ; 
 Wealth, prized in itself, no outward value needs. 
 Fair you are, and passing fair ; 
 
 You know it, and 'tis true : 
 Yet let none despair 
 
 But to find as fair as you. 
 
 OLOVE, where are thy shafts, thy quiver, and thy 
 bow? 
 Shall my wounds only weep, and he ungaged go ? 
 Be just, and strike him, too, that dares contemn thee 
 so ! 
 
 No eyes are like to thine, though men suppose thee 
 
 blind ; 
 So fair they level when the mark they list to find ; 
 Then, strike, O strike the heart that bears the cruel 
 
 mind ! 
 
 Is my fond sight deceived? or do I Cupid spy. 
 Close aiming at his breast by whom, despised, I die ? 
 Shoot home, sweet Lovp, and wound him, that he may 
 not fly ! 
 
 O then we both will sit in some unhaunted shade. 
 And heal each other's wound which Love hath justly 
 
 made : 
 O hope, O thought too vain ! how quickly dost thou 
 fade ! 
 
FOURTH BOOK OF AIKS. 123 
 
 At large he wanders still : his heart is free from pain ; 
 While secret sighs 1 spend, and tears, but all in vain. 
 Yet, Love, thou knowest, by right, I should not thus 
 complain. 
 
 BEAUTY is but a painted hell : 
 Ay me, ay me ! 
 She wounds them that admire it, 
 She kills them that desire it. 
 Give her pride but fuel, 
 No fire is more cruel. 
 
 Pity from every heart is fled : 
 
 Ay me, ay me ! 
 Since false desire could borrow 
 Tears of dissembled sorrow. 
 
 Constant vows turn truthless, 
 Love cruel, Beauty ruthless. 
 
 Sorrow can laugh, and Fury sing : 
 Ay me, ay me ! 
 
 My raving griefs discover 
 
 I lived too true a lover. 
 
 The first step to madness 
 Is the excess of sadness. 
 
124 FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS. 
 
 ARE you, what your fair looks express ? 
 O then be kind ! 
 From law of nature they digress 
 
 Whose form suits not their mind : 
 Fairness seen in th' outward shape, 
 Is but th' inward beauty's ape. 
 
 Eyes that of earth are mortal made, 
 
 What can they view ? 
 All's but a colour or a shade, 
 
 And neither always true : 
 Reason's sight, that is etern. 
 E'en the substance can discern. 
 
 Soul is the Man : for who will so 
 
 The body name ? 
 And to that power all grace we owe 
 
 That decks our living frame. 
 What, or how had housen bin, 
 But for them that dwell therein .' 
 
 Love in the bosom is begot. 
 
 Not in the eyes ; 
 No beauty makes the eye more hot, 
 
 Her flames the sprite surprise : 
 Let our loving minds then meet, 
 For pure meetings are most sweet. 
 
FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS. 125 
 
 SINCE she, even she, for whom I lived, 
 Sweet she by fate from me is torn, 
 Why am not I of sense deprived, 
 
 Forgetting I was ever born ? 
 Why should I languish, hating light ? 
 Better to sleep an endless night. 
 
 Be it either true, or aply feigned. 
 
 That some of Lethe's water write, 
 'Tis their best medicine that are pained 
 
 All thought to lose of past delight. 
 O would my anguish vanish so ! 
 Happy are they that neither know. 
 
 I 
 
 MUST ' complain, yet do enjoy my love 
 She is too fair, too rich in lovely parts : 
 
 -V 
 
 1 In Christ Church MS. i,- J, 49, there is a copy of this song 
 which differs considerably from the printed text. After the first 
 stanza the MS. reads : — 
 
 ' ' Thus my complaints from her untruth arise, ' 
 
 Accusing her and nature both in one ; 
 
 For beauty stained is but a false disguise, 
 
 A common wonder that is quickly gone, 
 
 And false fair soiJs cannot, for all their feature. 
 
 Without a true heart make a true fair creature. 
 
 What need'[s]t thou plain if thou be still rejected? 
 The fairest creature sometime may prove strange : 
 Continual plaints will make thee stiU rejected, 
 If that her wanton mind be given to range : 
 And nothing better fits a man's true parts 
 Than to disdain t'encounter fair false hearts." 
 
 The song is also found (with the same text as in Campion's Song- 
 book) in Dowland's Third Book of Songs or Airs, 1603. 
 
126 FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS. 
 
 Thence is my grief, for Nature, while she strove 
 
 With all her graces and divinest arts 
 To form her too too beautiful of hue, 
 She had no leisure left to make her true. 
 
 Should I, aggrieved, then vifish she were less fair ? 
 
 That were repugnant to mine own desires. 
 She is admired, new lovers still repair, 
 
 That kindles daily love's forgetful fires. 
 Rest, jealous thoughts, and thus resolve at last, — 
 She hath more beauty than becomes the chaste. 
 
 nTHINK'ST^ thou to seduce me then with words 
 -•- that have no meaning ? 
 
 Parrots so can learn to prate, our speech by pieces 
 
 gleaning : 
 Nurses teach their children so about the time of 
 
 weaning. 
 
 1 The following version of this song is given in William 
 Corkine's Airs, 1610 ; — 
 
 " Think you to seduce me so with words that have no meaning ? 
 Parrots can learn so to speak, our voice by pieces gleaning : 
 Nurses teach their children so about the time of weaning. 
 
 " Learn to speak first, then to woo : to wooing much pertaineth. 
 He that hath not art to hide soon falters when he feigneth. 
 And as one that wants his wits he smiles when he complaineth. 
 
 ' ' If with wit we be deceived, our falls may be excused : 
 Seeming good with flattery graced is but of few refused. 
 But of all accursed are they that are by fools abused." 
 
FOUSTff, BOOK OF AIRS. 127 
 
 Leai'ii to speak first, then to woo : to wooing, much 
 
 pertaineth : 
 He that courts us, wanting art, soon falters when he 
 
 feignetli, 
 Looks asquint on his discourse, and smiles, when he 
 
 complaineth. 
 
 Skilful anglers hide their hooks, fit baits for every 
 
 season ; 
 But with crooked pins fish thou, as babes do, that want 
 
 reason : 
 Gudgeons only can be caught with such poor tricks of 
 
 treason. 
 
 Ruth forgive me, if I erred, from human heart's com- 
 passion. 
 
 When I laughed sometimes too much to see thy foolish 
 fashion : 
 
 But, alas, who less could do that found so good occa- 
 sion ! 
 
 T T ER fair inflaming eyes, 
 -'--'- Chief authors of my cares, 
 I prayed in humblest wise 
 With grace to view my tears : 
 
 They beheld me broad awake. 
 But. alas, no ruth would take. 
 
 Her lips with kisses rich. 
 And words of fair delight, 
 
128 FOURTH BOOK OF AIKS. 
 
 I feirly did beseech, 
 To pity my sad plight : 
 
 But a voice from them brake forth, 
 As a whirlwind from the north. 
 
 Then to her hands I fled, 
 
 That can give heart and all ; 
 To them I long did plead, 
 And loud for pity call : 
 
 But, alas, they put me off, 
 " With a touch worse than a scoff. 
 
 So back I straight returned. 
 
 And at her breast I knocked ; 
 Where long in vain I mourned. 
 Her heart, so fast was locked : 
 
 Not a word could passage find. 
 For a rock enclosed her mind. 
 
 Then down my prayers made way 
 
 To those most comely parts, 
 That make her fly or stay. 
 As they affect deserts : 
 
 But her angry feet, thus moved, 
 Fled with all the parts I loved. 
 
 Yet fled they not so fast, 
 As her enraged mind : 
 Still did I after haste. 
 Still was I left behind ; 
 
 Till I found 'twas to no end. 
 With a Spirit to contend. 
 
FOURTH BOOK OF AISS. 129 
 
 'T*URN all thy thoughts to eyes, 
 -L Turn all thy hairs to ears, 
 Change all thy friends to spies, 
 And all thy joys to fears : 
 
 True love wiU yet be free, 
 In spite of jealousy. 
 
 Turn darkness into day, 
 Conjectures into truth. 
 Believe what th' envious say. 
 Let age interpret youth : 
 
 True love will yet be free. 
 
 In spite of jealousy. 
 
 Wrest every word and look. 
 Rack every hidden thought. 
 Or fish with golden hook ; 
 True love cannot be caught. 
 
 For that wiU still be free, 
 
 In spite of jealousy ! 
 
 T F any hath the heart to kill, 
 
 -•- Come rid me of this woeful pain ! 
 
 For while I live I suffer still 
 
 This cruel torment all in vain : 
 Yet none alive but one can guess 
 What is the cause of my distress. 
 
 Thanks be to heaven, no grievous smart. 
 No maladies my limbs annoy ; 
 
 I bear a fond and sprightful heart. 
 Yet live I quite deprived of joy : 
 K 
 
130 FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS. 
 
 Since what I had in vain I crave, 
 And what I had not now I have. 
 
 A love I had, so fair, so sweet, 
 As ever wanton eye did see : 
 
 Once by appointment we did meet : 
 She would, but ah, it would not be ! 
 
 She gave her heart, her hand she gave ; 
 
 AU did I give, she nought could have. 
 
 What hag did then my powers forespeak, 
 That never yet such taint did feel ! 
 
 Now she rejects me as one weak, 
 Yet am I all composed of steeL 
 
 Ah, this is it my heart doth grieve : 
 
 Now though she sees, she'll not believe. 
 
 BEAUTY, since you so much desire 
 To know the place of Cupid's fire, 
 About you somewhere doth it rest. 
 Yet never harbour'd in your breast. 
 Nor gout-like in your heel or toe, — 
 What fool would seek Love's flame so low ? 
 But a little higher, but a little higher, 
 There, there, O there lies Cupid's fire. 
 
 Think not, when Cupid most you scorn, 
 Men judge that you of ice were born ; 
 For though you cast love at your heel. 
 His fury yet sometimes you feel : 
 And whereabouts if you would know, 
 I tell you still not in your toe : 
 But a little higher, but a little higher. 
 There, there, O there lies Cupid's fire. 
 
FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS. 131 
 
 "V/'OUR fair looks urge my desire 
 -*■ Calm it, sweet, with love ! 
 Stay ; O why will you retire ? 
 
 Can you churlish prove ? 
 If love may persuade, 
 
 Love's pleasures, dear, deny not : 
 Here is a grove secured with shade : 
 
 O then be wise, and fly not. 
 
 Hark, the birds delighted sing, 
 
 Yet our pleasure sleeps : 
 Wealth to none can profit bring, 
 
 Which the miser keeps. 
 O come, while we may, 
 
 Let's chain love with embraces ; 
 We have not all times time to stay. 
 
 Nor safety in all places. 
 
 What ill find you now in this. 
 
 Or who can complain ? 
 There is nothing done amiss 
 
 That breeds no man pain. 
 'Tis now flow'ry May ; 
 
 But even in cold December, 
 When all these leaves are blown away. 
 
 This place shall I remember. 
 
132 FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS. 
 
 FAIN would I wed a fair young man that day and 
 night could please me, 
 
 When my mind or body grieved that had the power to 
 ease me. 
 
 Maids are full of longing thoughts that breed a blood- 
 less sickness, 
 
 And that, oft I hear men say, is only cured by quick- 
 ness. 
 
 Oft I have been wooed and prayed, but never could be 
 moved ; 
 
 Many for a day or so I have most dearly loved, 
 
 But this foolish mind of mine straight loathes the thing 
 resolved ; 
 
 If to love be sin in me that sin is soon absolved. 
 
 Sure I think I shall at last fly to some holy order ; 
 
 When I once am settled there then can I fly no farther. 
 
 Yet I would not die a maid, because I had a mother : 
 
 As I was by one brought forth I would bring forth 
 another. 
 
Songs of Mourning: Bewailing the vntimely death 
 of Prince Henry. Worded by Tko. Campion. And 
 set forth to be sung with one voyce to the Lute, or 
 Viol: By fohn Coprario. London: Printed for fohn 
 Browne, and are to be souldin S. duns tons Churchyard. 
 1613. fol. 
 
 Prince Henry died 6 November, 1612, at the age of eighteen. 
 His death was a national calamity, for he was a youth of high 
 character and brilliant ability. By his patronage of letters he 
 had endeared himself to the poets ; and many were the elegies 
 dedicated to his memory. Drayton, Chapman, Webster, Donne, 
 Drumraond and others passionately bewailed his loss. Campion's 
 tribute was worthy of the occasion. 
 
 John Coprario, or Coperario, was an English composer. His 
 real name was John Cooper ; but he adopted the more sonorous 
 name during his residence in Italy. There is an excellent 
 account of him, by Mr. Barclay Squire, in the " Dictionary of 
 National Biography." 
 
ILLUSTRISSIMO POTENTISSIMOQUE 
 
 PRINCIPI, FRED RICO QUINTO, RHENI 
 
 COMITI I*ALATINO, DUCI 
 
 BAVARIAE, ETC. 
 
 f^OGIMUR; invitis {Claris sime) pane querelis^ 
 
 Te salvo ; laetis non si7iit esse Deus : 
 Nee speratus Hytnen procedit lumine claroj 
 
 Principis extincti nubilafata vetant. 
 Illius inferias maesto jam Musica caniu 
 
 Prosequitur, miseros hac Dea solajuvat. 
 Ilia suos tibi summittit {Dux indite) quaestus, 
 
 Fraternus fleto quern, sociavit amor : 
 Sed nova gaudia, sed iatn dulciafoedera rupit 
 
 Fati infelicis livor, et hora nocens. 
 Quod superest, nimios nobis omni arte dolores 
 
 Est mollire animus, spes meliora dabit : 
 Cunctatosque olim cantabimus ipsi Hymenaeos^ 
 
 Laeta simulfas sit reddere vota Deo. 
 
 1 Old e4 ' ' quarelis. " 
 
 2 Campion fulfilled his promise by writing a Masque (see 
 p. 191) in celebration of the Marriage of the Count Palatine 
 with the Princess Elizabeth. 
 
136 SONGS OF MOURNING. 
 
 AN ELEGY UPON THE UNTIMELY 
 DEATH OF PRINCE HENRY. 
 
 "P EAD, you that have some tears left yet unspent, 
 
 ■^ »- Now weep yourselves heart-sick, and ne'er repent : 
 
 For I will open to your free access 
 
 The sanctuary of all heaviness, 
 
 Where men their fill may mourn, and never sin : 
 
 And I their humble Priest thus first begin. 
 
 Fly from the skies, ye blessed beams of light ! 
 Rise up in horrid vapours, ugly night, 
 And fettered bring that ravenous monster Fate, 
 The felon and the traitor to our state ! 
 Law-eloquence we need not to convince 
 His guilt ; all know it, 'tis he stole our Prince, 
 The Prince of men, the Prince of all that bore 
 Ever that princely name : O now no more 
 Shall his perfections, like the sunbeams, dare' 
 The purblind world ! in heaVn those glories are. 
 What could the greatest artist. Nature, add 
 T' increase his graces ? divine form he had. 
 Striving in all his parts which should surpass ; 
 And like a well-tuned chime his carriage was, 
 FuU of celestial witchcraft, winning all 
 To admiration and love personal. 
 His lance appeared to the beholders' eyes, 
 When his fair hand advanced it to the skies. 
 Larger than truth, for well could he it wield, 
 And make it promise honour in the field. 
 
 1 I suppose "dare" has the meaning "amaze, stupefy." 
 There was a way of catching larks by daring them with a mirror. 
 
SONGS OF MOURNING. 137 
 
 When Court and Music called him, off fell arms, 
 
 And as he had been shaped for love's alarms, 
 
 In harmony he spake, and trod the ground 
 
 In more proportion than the measured sound. 
 
 How fit for peace was he, and rosy beds ! 
 
 How fit to stand in troops of iron heads. 
 
 When time had with his circles made complete 
 
 His charmed rounds ! All things in time grow great. 
 
 This fear, even like a comet that hangs high. 
 And shoots his threat'ning flashes through the sky, 
 Held all the eyes of Christendom intent 
 Upon his youthful hopes, casting th' event 
 Of what was in his power, not in his will : 
 For that was close concealed, and must lie still, 
 As deeply hid as that design which late 
 With the French Lion died. O earthly state. 
 How doth thy greatness in a moment fall. 
 And feasts in highest pomp turn funeral ! 
 
 But our young Henry armed with all the arts 
 That suit with Empire, and the gain of hearts. 
 Bearing before him fortune, power, and love, 
 Appeared first in perfection, fit to move 
 Fixt admiration : though his years were green 
 Their fruit was yet mature : his care had been 
 Surveying India, and implanting there 
 The knowledge of that God which he did fear : 
 And eVn now, though he breathless lies, his sails 
 Are struggling with the winds, for our avails 
 T' explore a passage ^ hid from human tract, 
 
 1 On 26 July, 1612, King, James appointed Prince Henry 
 " supreme protector" of the expedition (fitted out by the Mus- 
 covy Company and East India Company) for the discovery of the 
 North-West Passage (Crt/. State Papers, Colon., 1513-1616,616). 
 
138 SONGS OF MOURNING. 
 
 Will fame him in the enterprise or fact. 
 
 O Spirit full of hope, why art thou fled 
 
 From deeds of honour ? why 's that virtue dead 
 
 Which dwelt so well in thee ? a bower more sweet, 
 
 If Paradise were found, it could not meet. 
 
 Curst then be Fate that stole our blessing so. 
 And had for us now nothing left but woe, 
 Had not th' All-seeing Providence yet kept 
 Another joy safe, that in silence slept : 
 And that same Royal workman, who could frame 
 A Prince so worthy of immortal fame, 
 Lives ; and long may he live, to form the other 
 His expressed image, and grace of his brother, 
 To whose eternal peace we offer now 
 Gifts which he loved, and fed ; musics that flow 
 Out of a sour and melancholic vein. 
 Which best sort with the sorrows we sustain. 
 
 TO THE MOST SACRED KING JAMES. 
 
 O GRIEF, how divers are thy shapes wherein 
 men languish ! 
 The face sometime with tears thou fill'st. 
 Sometime the heart thou kill'st 
 With unseen anguish. 
 Sometime thou smilest to view how Fate 
 
 Plays with our human state : 
 So far from surety here 
 
 Are all our earthly joys, 
 That what our strong hope builds, when least we fear, 
 A stronger power destroys. 
 
SONGS OF MOURNING. 139 
 
 2. 
 O Fate, why shouldst thou take from Kings their joy 
 and treasure ? 
 Their image if men should deface ' 
 'Twere death, which thou dost race 
 Even at thy pleasure. 
 Wisdom of holy kings yet knows 
 
 Both what it hath, and owes. 
 Heaven's hostage, which you bred 
 
 And nursed with such choice care, 
 Is ravished now, great King, and from us fled 
 When we were least aware. 
 
 TO THE MOST SACRED QUEEN ANNE. 
 
 " I ""IS now dead night, and not a light on earth, 
 
 -'- Or star in heaven, doth shine : 
 Let now a mother mourn the noblest birth 
 That ever was both mortal and divine. 
 O sweetness peerless ! more than human grace ! 
 O flowery beauty ! O untimely death ! 
 Now, Music, fill this place 
 With thy most doleful breath : 
 O singing wail a fate more truly funeral. 
 Than when with all his sons the sire of Troy did fall. 
 
I40 SONGS OF MOURNING. 
 
 2. 
 
 Sleep, Joy ! die, Mirth ! and not a smile be seen. 
 
 Or show of heart's content ! 
 For never sorrow nearer touched a Queen, 
 
 Nor were there ever tears more duly spent. 
 O dear remembrance, full of rueful woe ! 
 O ceaseless passion ! O unhuman hour ! 
 No pleasure now can grow, 
 For withered is her flower. 
 O anguish do thy worst and fury tragical, 
 Since fate in taking one hath thus disordered all. 
 
 TO THE MOST HIGH AND MIGHTY PRINCE 
 CHARLES. 
 
 I. 
 
 FORTUNE and Glory may be lost and won, 
 But when the work of Nature is undone 
 That loss flies past returning ; 
 No help is left but mourning. 
 What can to kind youth more despiteful prove 
 Than to be robbed of one sole brother ? 
 Father and Mother 
 Ask reverence, a brother only love. 
 Like age and birth like thoughts and pleasures move : 
 What gain can he heap up, though showers of crowns 
 
 descend. 
 Who for that good must change a brother and a 
 friend .' 
 
SONGS OF MOURNING. 141 
 
 2. 
 
 Follow, O follow yet thy brother's fame, 
 But not his fate : let's only change the name, 
 And find his worth presented 
 In thee, by him prevented. 
 0['e]r past example of the dead be great. 
 Out of thyself begin thy story : 
 
 Virtue and glory 
 Are eminent being placed in princely seat. 
 Oh, heaven, his age prolong with sacred heat, 
 
 And on his honoured head let all the blessings light 
 Which to his brother's life men wished, and wished 
 them right. 
 
 TO THE MOST PRINCELY AND VIRTUOUS 
 THE LADY ELIZABETH. 
 
 SO parted you as if the world for ever 
 Had lost with him her light : 
 Now could your tears hard flint to ruth excite, 
 Yet may you never 
 Your loves again partake in human sight : 
 O why should fate^ such two kind hearts dissever 
 As nature never knit more fair or firm together ? 
 
 2. 
 So loved you as sister should a brother 
 Not in a common strain, 
 
 1 Old ed. "love." The correction "fate " is written (in a hand- 
 writing of the early seventeenth century ) in the margin of the British 
 Museum copy (G. 18). 
 
142 SONGS OF MOURNING. 
 
 For princely blood doeth vulgar fire disdain : 
 But you each other 
 On earth embraced in a celestial chain. 
 Alas, for love ! that heav'nly-born affection 
 To change should subject be and suffer earth's infection ! 
 
 TO THE MOST ILLUSTRIOUS AND MIGHTY 
 
 FREDERICK THE FIFTH, COUNT 
 
 PALATINE OF THE RHEIN. 
 
 I. 
 
 HOW like a golden dream you met ' and parted, 
 That pleasing straight doth vanish ! 
 O who can ever banish 
 The thought of one so princely and free-hearted ! 
 But he v?as pulled up in his prime by fate, 
 And love for him must mourn though all too late. 
 Tears to the dead are due, let none forbid 
 Sad hearts to sigh : true grief cannot be hid. 
 
 II. 
 Yet the most bitter storm to height increased 
 By heaven again is ceased : 
 
 time, that all things movest, 
 
 In grief and joy thou equal measure lovest : 
 
 Such the condition is of human life, 
 
 Care must with pleasure mix and peace with strife : 
 
 Thoughts with the days must ^change ; as tapers 
 waste. 
 
 So must our griefs ; day breaks when night is past. 
 
 1 The Count Palatine landed at Graves End on i6th October, 
 1612. 
 
SONGS OF MOURNING. 143 
 
 TO THE MOST DISCONSOLATE GREAT 
 BRITAIN. 
 
 I. 
 
 "\ 7[ THEN pale famine fed on thee, 
 * ^ With her unsatiate jaws ; 
 
 When civil broils set murder free 
 Contemning all thy laws ; 
 
 When heaVn enraged consumed thee so 
 
 With plagues that none thy face could know, 
 
 Yet in thy looks affliction then showed less 
 Than ^ now for one's fate all thy parts express. 
 
 2. 
 Now thy highest states lament 
 
 A son, and brother's loss ; 
 Thy nobles mourn in discontent, 
 
 And rue this fatal cross ; 
 Thy commons are with passion sad 
 To think how brave a Prince they had : 
 
 If all thy rocks from white to black should turn 
 
 Yet could'st thou not in show more amply mourn. 
 
 TO THE WORLD. 
 
 I. 
 
 OPOOR distracted world, partly a slave 
 To pagans' sinful rage, partly obscured 
 With ignorance of aU the means that save ! 
 And ev'n those parts of thee that live assured 
 
 ' This is the reading in the music-text : the repeat gives ' ' Thou 
 now for one's fall," &c. 
 
144 SONGS OP MOURNING. 
 
 Of heav'nly grace, oh how they are divided 
 With doubts late by a kingly pen decided ! ^ 
 O happy world, if what the sire begun 
 Had been closed up by his religious son ! 
 
 2. 
 
 Mourn all you souls oppressed under the yoke 
 Of Christian-hating Thrace ! never appeared 
 More likelihood to have that black league broke. 
 
 For such a heavenly Prince might well be feared 
 
 Of earthly fiends. Oh how is Zeal inflamed 
 
 With power, when Truth wanting defence is shamed ! 
 
 O princely soul, rest thou in peace, while we 
 
 In thine expect the hopes were ripe in thee. 
 
 A TABLE OF ALL THE SONGS CONTAINED 
 IN THIS BOOK. 
 
 1. O Grief. 
 
 2. 'Tis now dead night. 
 
 3. Fortune and glory. 
 
 4. So parted you. 
 
 5. How like a golden dream. 
 
 6. When pale famine. 
 
 7. O poor distracted world. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
 1 There may be a particular reference to King James's ' ' Pre- 
 monition to all most mighty Monarchs, Kings, Free Princes, and 
 States of Christendom," 1609, written against BeUarmine. 
 
The Discription of a Maske, Presented before the Kinges 
 Maiestie at White-Hall, on T-welfth Night last, itt 
 honour of the Lord Hayes, and his Bride, Daughter 
 ami Heire to the Honourable the Lord Dennye, their 
 jMarriage hauing been the same Day at Court solem- 
 7iized. To this by occasion other small Poemes are 
 adioyned. Inuented and set forth by Thomas Campion 
 Doctor of Phisicke. London Imprinted by lohn Wittdet 
 for John Brown and are to be solde at his shop in S. 
 Dunstones Churchyeard in Fleetstreet. 1607. 4to. 
 
 Sir James Hay, created in 1615 Baron Hay of Sawley^ and 
 raised in 1622 to the dignity of Earl of Carlisle, was noted for his 
 magnificent style of living (particularly during his embassy in 
 France and Germany, 1619-1622), by which he greatly impove- 
 rished his estate. He married, in 1613, his second wife, Lucy, 
 youngest daughter of Henry Earl of Northumberland, and died 
 in 1636, leaving by his first wife a son James, second Earl of 
 Cariisle. Clai'endon has a character of him ; and he is extolled 
 in Lloyd's "State Worthies." 
 
 The present masque (which has been reprinted in the second 
 volume of Nichols's " Progresses of King James") is of great 
 rarity. On the back of the title-page is a copper-plate engraving 
 (rudely coloured in the two copies that I have seen) of one of the 
 masquers. 
 
TO THE MOST PUISSANT AND GRACIOUS 
 JAMES KING OF GREAT BRITAIN. 
 
 ' I 'HE disunited Scythians when they sought 
 -L To gather strength by parties, and combine 
 That perfect league of friends which once being 
 
 wrought 
 No turn of time or fortune could untwine, 
 This rite they held : a massy bowl was brought. 
 And ev'ry right arm shot his several blood 
 Into the mazer tiU 'twas fully fraught. 
 Then having stirred it to an equal flood 
 They quaffed to th' union, which till death should last, 
 In spite of private foe, or foreign fear ; 
 And this blood-sacrament being known t' have past, 
 Their names grew dreadful to aU far and near. 
 O then, great Monarch, with how wise a care 
 Do you these bloods divided mix in one, 
 And with like consanguinities prepare 
 The high, and everliving Union 
 
 'Tween Scots and English ! who can wonder then 
 If he that marries kingdoms, marries men ? 
 
 AN EPIGRAM. 
 
 'h/JERLIN, the great King Arthur being slain. 
 Foretold that he should come to life again, 
 And long time after wield great Britain's state 
 More powerful ten-fold, and more fortunate. 
 Prophet, 'tis true, and well we find the same. 
 Save only that thou didst mistake the name. 
 
148 MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE 
 
 AD INVICTISSIMUM SERENISSIMUMQUE 
 
 lACOBUM, MAGNAE BRITANNIAE 
 
 REGEM. 
 
 /f NGLIAE, et nnanimis Scotiae pater, anne marihis 
 "^ Sis dubito, an neuter, {Rex) vel uterque simul. 
 Uxores pariter binas sibi jungat ut unus, 
 
 Credimns hoc, ipso te prohibente, nefas. 
 Atque, mar it alt natas violare parentem 
 
 Complexu, quis tion cogitat esse scelus f 
 At tibi divinis successibus utraque nubit ; 
 
 Una tamen conjux, conjugis unus amor. 
 Connubium O mirum, binas qui ducere et unatn 
 
 Possis ! tu solus sic, lacobe, potes. 
 Divisas leviter terras componis in unam 
 
 Atque unam aeternum nomine requefacis : 
 Natisque, et nuptis, pater et vir f actus titrisque esj 
 
 Unitis conjux vere, et amore parens. 
 
 TO THE RIGHT NOBLE AND VIRTUOUS 
 
 THEOPHILUS HOWARD, 
 
 Lord of Walden, son and heir to the 
 
 Right Honourable the Earl 
 
 of Suffolk. 
 
 T F to be sprung of high and princely blood, 
 -*- If to inherit virtue, honour, grace, 
 If to be great in all things, and yet good. 
 If to be facile, yet t' have power and place, 
 If to be just, and bountiful, may get 
 The love of men, your right may challenge it. 
 
OF THE LORD HAYES. 149 
 
 The course of foreign manners far and wide, 
 The courts, the countries, cities, towns and state, 
 The blossom of your springing youth hath tried, 
 Honoured in ev'ry place and fortunate, 
 
 Which now grown fairer doth adorn our Court 
 With princely revelling and timely sport. 
 
 But if th' admired virtues of your youth 
 Breed such despairing to my daunted muse. 
 That it can scarcely utter naked truth. 
 How shall it mount as ravished spirits use 
 Under the burden of your riper days. 
 Or hope to reach the so far distant bays ? 
 
 My slender Muse shall yet my love express. 
 And by the fair Thames' side of you she'll sing ; 
 The double streams shall bear her willing verse 
 Far hence with murmur of their ebb and spring. 
 But if you favour her light tunes, ere long 
 She'll strive to raise you with a loftier song. 
 
 TO THE RIGHT VIRTUOUS, AND 
 HONOURABLE, THE LORD 
 ■ AND LADY HAYES. 
 
 SHOULD I presume to separate you now, 
 That were so lately joined by holy vow. 
 For whom this golden dream which I report 
 Begot so many waking eyes at Court, 
 
ISO MASQUE OF THE MARRIAGE 
 
 And for whose grace so many nobles changed, 
 
 Their names and habits, from themselves estranged ? 
 
 Accept together, and together view 
 
 This little work which all belongs to you, 
 
 And live together many blessed days, 
 
 To propagate the honoured name of Hayes. 
 
 EPIGRAMMA. 
 
 TT/EREDEM {ut spes est) pariet nova mtpta Scof 
 Anglum; 
 Quern gignet posthac tile, Brit^nnus erU: 
 Sic nova posteritas, ex regnis orta duobus, 
 Utrinque egregios nobilitabit avos. 
 
 THE DESCRIPTION OF A MASQUE, 
 
 Presented before the King's Majesty at White Hall, on 
 twelfth night last, in honour of the Lord Hayes and 
 his bride, daughter and heir to the honourable the Lord 
 Denny, their marriage having been the same day at 
 Court solemnized. 
 
 AS in battles, so in all other actions that are to be 
 reported, the first, and most necessary part is the 
 description of the place, with his opportunities and 
 properties, whether they be natural or artificial. The 
 great hall (wherein the Masque was presented) received 
 this division, and order. The upper part where the 
 cloth and chair of state were placed, had scaffolds and 
 seats on either side continued to the screen ; right 
 before it was made a partition for the dancing-place ; 
 on the right hand whereof were consorted ten musicians, 
 
OF THE LORD HAYES. 151 
 
 with bass and mean lutes, a bandora,' a double sack- 
 but,^ and an harpsichord, with two treble violins ; on 
 the other side somewhat nearer the screen were placed 
 nine violins and three lutes, and to answer both the 
 consorts " (as it were in a triangle) six cornets, and 
 six chapel voices, were seated almost right against 
 them, in a place raised higher in respect of the piercing 
 sound of those instruments ; eighteen foot from the 
 screen, another stage was raised higher by a yard than 
 that which was prepared for dancing. This higher 
 stage was all enclosed with a double veil, so artificially 
 painted, that it seemed as if dark clouds had hung 
 before it : within that shroud was concealed a green 
 valley, with green trees round about it, and in the 
 midst of them nine golden trees of fifteen foot high, 
 with arms and branches very glorious to behold. 
 From the which grove toward the state * was made a 
 broad descent to the dancing place, just in the midst 
 of it ; on either hand were two ascents, like the sides 
 of two hills, drest with shrubs and trees ; that on the 
 right hand leading to the bower of Flora : the other 
 to the house of Night ; which bower and house were 
 placed opposite at either end of the screen, and 
 between them both was raised a hill, hanging like a 
 cliff over the grove below, and on the top of it a goodly 
 large tree was set, supposed to be the tree of Diana ; 
 behind the which toward the window was a small 
 descent, with another spreading hill that climbed up 
 to the top of the window, with many trees on the 
 height of it, whereby those that played on the hautboys 
 
 ^ A musical instrument resembling a guitar. 
 
 2 Bass trumpet. ^ Bands of musicians. 
 
 * Chair of state. 
 
152 MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE 
 
 at the King's entrance into the hall were shadowed. 
 The bower of Flora was very spacious, garnished with 
 all kind of flowers, and flowery branches with lights 
 in them ; the house of Night ample and stately, with 
 black pillars, whereon many stars of gold were fixed : 
 within it, when it was empty, appeared nothing but 
 clouds and stars, and on the top of it stood three 
 turrets underpropt with small black starred pillars, the 
 middlemost being highest and greatest, the other two 
 of equal proportion : about it were placed on wire 
 artificial bats and owls, continually moving ; with 
 many other inventions, the which for brevity sake I 
 pass by with silence. 
 
 Thus much for the place, and now from thence let 
 us come to the persons. 
 
 The Masquers' names were these (whom both for 
 order and honour I mention in the first place). 
 
 1. Lord Walden. 
 
 2. Sir Thomas Howard. 
 
 3. Sir Henry Carey, Master of the Jewel house. 
 
 4. Sir Richard Preston "| Gent, of the K. Privy 
 
 5. Sir John Ashley ) Chamber. 
 
 6. Sir Thomas J arret, Pensioner. 
 
 7. Sir John Digby, 07ie of the King's Carvers. 
 
 8. Sir Thomas Badger, Master of the King's Harriers. 
 
 9. Master Goringe. 
 
 Their number nine, the best and amplest of numbers, 
 for as in music seven notes contain all variety, the 
 eight[h] being in nature the same with the first, so in 
 numbering after the ninth we begin again, the tenth 
 being as it were the diapason in arithmetic. The 
 number of nine is framed by the Muses and Worthies, 
 
OF THE LORD HAYES. 153 
 
 and it is of all the most apt for change and diversity 
 of proportion. The chief habit which the Masquers 
 did use is set forth to your view in the first leaf: ' 
 they presented in their feigned persons the knights of 
 Apollo, who is the father of heat and youth, and con- 
 sequently of amorous affections. 
 
 The Speakers -were in number four. 
 
 Flora, the queen of flowers, attired in a changeable taf- 
 feta gown, with a large veil embroidered with flowers, a 
 crown of flowers, and white buskins painted with flowers. 
 
 Zephyrus, in a white loose robe of sky-coloured 
 taffeta, with a mantle of white silk, propped with wire, 
 still waving behind him as he moved ; on his head he 
 wore a wreath of palm deckt with primroses and 
 violets, the hair of his head and beard were flaxen, and 
 his buskins white, and painted with flowers. 
 
 Night, in a close robe of black silk and gold, a black 
 mantle embroidered with stars, a crown of stars on her 
 head, her hair black and spangled with gold, her face 
 black, her buskins black, and painted with stars ; in 
 her hand she bore a black wand, wreathed with gold. 
 
 Hesperus, in a close robe of a deep crimson taffeta 
 mingled with sky-colour, and over that a large loose 
 robe of a lighter crimson taffeta ; on his head he wore 
 a wreathed band of gold, with a star in the front 
 thereof, his hair and beard red, and buskins yellow. 
 
 These are the principal persons that bear sway in 
 this invention, others that are but seconders to these, 
 I will describe in their proper places, discoursing the 
 Masque in order as it was performed. 
 
 1 The engraving is reproduced in Nichols's " Progresses of 
 King James." 
 
A 
 
 154 MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE 
 
 As soon as the King was entered the great Hall, the 
 Hautboys (out of the wood on the top of the hill) 
 entertained the time till his Majesty and his train were 
 placed, and then after a little expectation the consort 
 of ten began to play an air, at the sound whereof the 
 veil on the right hand was withdrawn, and the ascent 
 of the hill with the bower of Flora were discovered, 
 wheie Flora and Zephyrus were busily plucking flowers 
 from the bower, and throwing them into two baskets, 
 which two Sylvans held, who were attired in changeable 
 taffeta, with wreathes of flowers on their heads. As 
 soon as the baskets were filled, they came down in this 
 order ; first Zephyrus and Flora, then the two Sylvans 
 with baskets after them ; four Sylvans in green 
 taffeta and wreathes, two bearing mean lutes, the third, 
 a bass lute, and the fourth a deep bandora. 
 
 As soon as they came to the descent toward the 
 dancing place, the consort of ten ceased, and the four 
 Sylvans played the same air, to which Zephyrus and 
 the two other Sylvans did sing these words in a bass, 
 tenor, and treble voice, and going up and down as 
 they sung they strewed flowers all about the place. 
 
 Song. 
 Now hath Flora robbed her bowers 
 To befriend this place with flowers : 
 
 Straw about, straw about ! 
 The sky rained never kindlier showers. 
 Flowers with bridals well agree, 
 Fresh as brides and bridegrooms be : 
 
 Straw about, straw about ! 
 And inix them with fit melody. 
 Earth hath no princelier flowers 
 
OF THE LORD HAYES. 155 
 
 Than roses white and roses red, 
 
 But they must still be mingled: 
 
 And as a rose new plucked from Venus' thorn, 
 
 So doth a bride her bridegroom's bed adorn. 
 
 Divers divers flowers affect 
 For some private dear respect : 
 Strow about, strow about / 
 Let every one his own protects 
 But he's none of Florals friend 
 That will not the rose commend. 
 Strow about, strow about/ 
 Let princes princely flowers defend: 
 Roses, the garden! s pride. 
 Are flowers for love and flowers for kings. 
 In courts desired and weddings : 
 And as a rose in Venu^ bosom worn, 
 So doth a bridegroom his bride's bed adorn. 
 The music ceaseth and Flora speaks. 
 Flora. Flowers and good wishes Flora doth present, 
 Sweet flowers, the ceremonious ornament 
 Of maiden 7narriage, Beauty flgtcring. 
 And blooming youth J- which though we careless 
 
 fling 
 About this sacred place, let none prof ane 
 Think that these fruits from, coinmon hills are 
 
 ta'en, 
 Or vulgar vallies which do subject lie 
 To winter's wrath and cold mortality. 
 But these are hallowed and immortal flowers 
 With Flora' shandsgatheredfrom Flora's bowers. 
 Such arc her presents, endless as her love. 
 And such for ever may this night's joy prove. 
 
156 
 
 MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE 
 
 Zephynis, 
 the western 
 •wittd, of all 
 the most 
 mild and 
 pleasant, 
 •who with 
 Veyt-iis, the 
 Qnecn of 
 love, is 
 said to 
 bring in the 
 spring, when 
 natnralheat 
 and appetite 
 revivetk, 
 and the glad 
 earth begins 
 to be beaicti- 
 fied with 
 fioTi<ers. 
 
 Zeph. For ever endless may this nights joy prove f 
 So echoes Zephyrus the friend of Love, 
 Whose aid Venus implores when she doth bring 
 Into the naked world the green-leaved spring. 
 When of the sun's warm beams the nets we weave 
 That can the stubborn' st heart with love deceive. 
 That Queen of Beauty and Desire by me 
 Breathes gently forth this bridal prophecy : 
 Faithful and fruitful shall these bedmates prove. 
 Blest in their fortunes, honoured in their love. 
 
 Flor. All grace this night,and, Sy Ivans, so mtist you. 
 Off' ring your marriage songwith changes new. 
 
 The Song in Form of a Dialogue. 
 Can. Who is the happier of the two, 
 
 A tnaid, or wife ? 
 Ten. Which is more to be desired 
 
 Peace or strife f 
 Can. What strife can be where two are one. 
 
 Or what delight to pine alone ? 
 Bas. None such true friends, none so sweet life. 
 
 As that between the man and wife. 
 Ten. A maid is free, a wife is tied. 
 Can. No maid but fain would be a bride. 
 Ten. Why live so many single then f 
 
 'Tis not I hope for want of men. 
 Can. The bow and arrow both may fit, 
 
 And yet 'tis hard the mark to hit. 
 Bas. He levels fair that by his side 
 
 Lays at night his lovely Bride. 
 Cho. Sing lo. Hymen ! lo, lo. Hymen ! 
 
 This song being ended the whole veil is suddenly 
 
OF THE LORD HAYES. 157 
 
 drawn, the grove and trees of gold, and the hill with 
 Diana's tree are at once discovered. 
 
 Night appears in her house with her Nine Hours, 
 appareled in large robes of black taffeta, painted 
 thick with stars, their hairs long, black, and spangled 
 with gold, on their heads coronets of stars, and their 
 faces black. Every Hour bore in his hand a black 
 torch, painted with stars, and lighted. Night presently 
 descending from her house spake as foUoweth. 
 
 Night. Vanish, dark veils / let nieht in s:lory shine Diana, the 
 
 _,',,, . ^ , ,. ^^oou and 
 
 As she doth burn m rage: come leave otir shrine Queen 0/ 
 You black-haired Hours, and guide us with saiTt'ote' " 
 
 your lights, lUgentand 
 
 ^ <3 ' Ani/'ress of 
 
 Flora hath wakened wide our drowsy sprites: ^'gM, and 
 
 „,,.- in ^^ therefore 
 
 See where she triumphs, see her flowers are by Night de- 
 thrown, ^hefglmrrH 
 
 And all about the seeds of tnalice sown ! ^f^^'i^ w" "-^ 
 
 •' the Bride, 
 
 Despiteful Flora, is't not enough of grief her virgin. 
 
 That Cynthia's robbed, but thou must gj;ace the 
 
 thieff 
 Or didst not hear Night's sovereign Queen 
 
 complain 
 Hymen had stolen a Nymph out of her train. 
 And matched her here, plighted henceforth to be 
 Love' s friend, and stranger to virginity f 
 And makest thou sport for this ? 
 Flora. Be mild, stern Night j 
 
 Flora doth honour Cynthia, and her right. 
 
 Virginity is a voluntary power. 
 
 Free from constraint, even like an untouched 
 
 flower 
 Meet to be gathered when 'tis throughly blown. 
 
IS8 MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE 
 
 The Nymph was Cynthia's while she was her 
 
 own. 
 But now another claims in her a right. 
 By fate reserved thei-eto and wise foresight. 
 Zeph. Can Cynthia one kind virgin's loss bemoan ? 
 How if perhaps she brings her ten for one ? 
 Or can she miss one in so full a train ? 
 Your Goddess doth of too m,uch store complain. 
 If all her Nymplis would ask advice of me 
 There should be fewer virgins than there be. 
 Nature ordained not Tuen to live alone, 
 Where there are two a woman should be 07ie. 
 Night. Thou breath' st sweet poison, wanton Zephyrus, 
 But Cynthia must not be deluded thus. 
 Her holy forests are by thieves profaned. 
 Her virgins frighted, and lo, where they stand 
 That late were Phoebus' knights, turned now 
 
 to trees 
 By CynthicCs vengementfor their injuries 
 In seeking to seduce her nymphs with love : 
 Here they are fixt, and never may remove 
 But by Diana's power that stuck them here. 
 Apollo's love to them, doth yet appear. 
 In that his beams hath gilt them as they grow. 
 To make their misery yield the greater show. 
 But they shall tremble when sad Night doth 
 
 speak. 
 And at her stormy words their boughs shall 
 
 break. 
 
 Toward the end of this speech Hesperus begins to 
 descend by the house of Night, and by that time the 
 speech was finished he was ready to speak. 
 
OF THE LORD HAYES. 159 
 
 Hesp. Hail reverend angry Night, hail Queen of Hesperus, 
 
 T^i the J£venin^ 
 
 Flowers, star./ore. 
 
 Mild spirited Zephyrus, hail, Sylvans and ]^J''^;ll% 
 
 Hours. marriagc- 
 
 1 jt night is at 
 
 Hesperus brings peace, cease then your needless hand, and 
 
 jCtrS cause is snjt- 
 
 Here in this little firmament of stars. ^tte friend of 
 
 Cynthia is now by Phcebus pacified, bridegrooms 
 
 And well content her nymph is made a bride. 
 
 Since the fair match was by that Phoebus graced 
 
 Which in this happy Western Isle is placed 
 
 As he in heaven, one lamp enlighfning all 
 
 That under his benign aspect doth fall. 
 
 Deep oracles he speaks, and he alone 
 
 For arts and wisdom, 's ^ meet for Phoebus' throne. 
 
 The nymph is honoured, and Diana pleased : 
 
 Night, be you then, and your black Hours 
 
 appeased: 
 And friendly listen what your queen by me 
 Farther commands : let this my credence be, 
 View it, and know it for the highest gem. 
 That hung on her imperial diadem. 
 
 Night. I know, and honour it, lovely Hesperus, 
 
 Speak then your message, both are welcome to us. 
 
 Hesp. Your Sovereignfrom the virtuous gem she sends 
 Bids you take power to retransform the friends 
 Of Phcebus, metamorphosed here to trees. 
 And give them straight the shapes which they 
 did lese.'' 
 This is her pleasure. 
 
 Night. Hesperus, I obey, 
 
 1 Old ed. " wisedomes." ^ An old form of lose. 
 
l6o MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE 
 
 Alight must needs yield when Phcebus gets the 
 day. 
 
 Flora. Honoured be Cynthia for this generous deed. 
 
 Zeph. Pity grows only from celestial seed. 
 
 Night. If all seem glad, why should we only lower? 
 
 Since f express gladness we have now most 
 
 power. 
 Frolic, graced captives, we present you here 
 This glass, wherein your liberties appear: 
 Cynthia is pacified, and now blithe Night 
 Begins to shake off Tnelancholy quite. 
 
 Zeph. Who should grace m.irth and revels but the 
 Night? 
 Next Love she should be goddess of delight. 
 
 Night. 'Tis now a time when {Zephyrus) all with 
 dancing 
 Honour me, above Day my state advancing. 
 I'll now be frolic, all is full of heart. 
 And ev'n these trees for joy shall bear apart : 
 Zephyrus, they shall dance. 
 
 Zeph. Dance, Goddess? how? 
 
 Night. Seems that so full of strangeness to you now ? 
 Did not the Thracian harp long since the same ? 
 And {if we rip the old records of fame) 
 Did not Amphion's lyre the deaf stones call. 
 When they came dancing to the Theban wall? 
 Can ?nusic then joy? joy mountains moves 
 And why not trees ? joy's powerful when it 
 
 loves. 
 Could the religious Oak speak Oracle 
 Like to the Gods ? and the tree wounded tell 
 T'yEneas his sad story ? have trees therefore 
 The instruments of speech and hearing more 
 
OF THE LORD HAVES. i6i 
 
 Than tK have of pacing, and to whom but Night 
 
 Belong enchantments ? who can more affright 
 
 The eye with magic wonders f Night alone 
 
 Is Jit for miracles, and this shall be one 
 
 Apt for this Nuptial dancing jollity. 
 
 Earth, then be soft and passable to free 
 
 These fettered roots : joy, trees / the time draws 
 
 near 
 When in your better forms you shall appear. 
 Dancing and music must prepare the way. 
 Therms little tedious time in such delay. 
 
 This spoken, the four Sylvans played on their instru- 
 ments the first strain of this song following : and at 
 the repetition thereof the voices fell in with the instru- 
 ments which were thus divided : a treble and a bass 
 were placed near his Majesty, and another treble and 
 bass near the grove, that the words of the song might 
 be heard of all, because the trees of gold instantly at 
 the first sound of their voices began to move and 
 dance according to the measure of the time which the 
 musicians kept in singing, and the nature of the words 
 which they delivered. 
 
 Song. 
 
 Move now with measured sound. 
 You charmed grove of gold, 
 Trace forth the sacred ground 
 That shall your forms unfold. 
 
 Diana and the starry Night for your Apollo's sake 
 Endue your Sylvan shapes with power this strange 
 delight to make. 
 
i6a MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE 
 
 Much joy must needs the place betide where trees for 
 
 gladness move : 
 A fairer sight was ne'er beheld, or more expressing 
 
 love. 
 
 Yet nearer Phcebzi^ throne 
 Meet on your winding ways, 
 Your bridal 7nirth make known 
 In your high-graced Hayes. 
 
 Let Hymen lead your sliding rounds, and guide them 
 
 with his light. 
 While we do lo Hytnen sing in honour of this night. 
 Join three by three, for so the night by triple spell 
 
 decrees. 
 Now to release Apollds knights from these enchanted 
 
 trees. 
 
 This dancing-song being ended, the golden trees 
 stood in ranks three by three, and Night ascended 
 up to the grove, and spake thus, touching the first 
 three severally with her wand. 
 
 Night. By virtue of this wand, and touch divine, 
 
 These Sylvan shadows back to earth resign : 
 Your native forms resume, with habit fair. 
 While solemn music shall enchant the air. 
 
 Eitheriythi Presently the Sylvans with their four instruments, 
 negligence, and five voices, began to play, and sing together the 
 
 'cfff^*''''^^ song following ; at the beginning whereof that part of 
 fainter, the the Stage whereon the first three trees stood began to 
 
 passing • 1 J J 1 .J 
 
 aviay of the yield, and the three foremost trees gently to smk, and 
 ^oine^hlt this was effected by an engine placed under the stage. 
 hatarded; When the trees had sunk a yard they cleft in three 
 
OF THE LORD HAYES. 
 
 163 
 
 parts, and the Masquers appeared out of the tops of 
 them, the trees were suddenly conveyed away, and the 
 first three Masquers were raised again by the engine. 
 They appeared then in a false habit, yet very fair, and 
 in form not much unlike their principal and true robe. 
 It was made of green taffeta cut into leaves, and laid 
 upon cloth of silver, and their hats were suitable to the 
 same. 
 
 Song of Transformation. 
 Night and Diana charge. 
 
 And ih' Earth obeys, 
 Opening large 
 
 Her secret ways. 
 While Apollo's charmed men 
 
 Their forms receive again. 
 Give gracious Phcebus honour then, 
 And so fall down, and rest behind the iraifi, 
 Give gracious Phoebus honour then 
 And so fall, Gr'c. 
 
 When those words were sung, the three Masquers 
 made an honour to the King, and so falling back the 
 other six trees, three by three, came forward, and 
 when they were in their appointed places, Night spake 
 again thus : 
 
 Night. Thus can celestials work in human fate, 
 
 Transform and form as they do love or hate; 
 Like touch and change receive. The Gods 
 
 agree : 
 The best of numbers is contained in three. 
 The Song of Transformation again. 
 Night and Diana, &'c. 
 
 the pattern 
 of them the 
 saute day 
 having been 
 sfwwtt. with 
 tmtck 
 advantage 
 and the 
 nine trees 
 being left 
 jtnset 
 together 
 even to the 
 same night. 
 
i64 MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE 
 
 Then Night touched the second three trees and the 
 stage sunk with them as before : and in brief the 
 second three did in all points as the first. Then Night 
 spake again. 
 
 Night. The last, and third of nine, touch, magic wand, 
 And give them back their forms at Night's 
 command. 
 
 Night touched the third three trees, and the same 
 charm of Night and Diana was sung the third time ; 
 the last three trees were transformed, and the Masquers 
 raised, when presently the first Music began his full 
 Chorus. 
 
 Again this song revive and sound it high : 
 Long live Apollo, Britain's glorious eye ! 
 
 This chorus was in manner of an Echo, seconded 
 by the comets, then by the consort of ten, then by the 
 consort of twelve, and by a double chorus of voices 
 standing on either side, the one against the other, 
 bearing five voices apiece, and sometime every chorus 
 was heard severally, sometime mixed, but in the end 
 all together : which kind of harmony so distinguished 
 by the place, and by the several nature of instruments, 
 and changeable conveyance of the song, and performed 
 by so many excellent masters as were actors in that 
 music, (their number in all amounting to forty two 
 voices and instruments) could not but yield great 
 satisfaction to the hearers. 
 
OF THE LORD HAYES. 165 
 
 While this ch&rus was repeated twice over, the nine 
 masters in their green habits solemnly descended to 
 the dancing place, in such order as they were to begin 
 their dance, and as soon as the chorus ended, the 
 violins, or consort of twelve began to play the second 
 new dance, which was taken in form of an echo by the 
 cornets, and then catched in like manner by the 
 consort of ten, (sometime they mingled two musics 
 together ; sometime played all at once ;) which kind of 
 echoing music rarely became their sylvan attire, and 
 was so truly mixed together, that no dance could ever 
 be better graced than that, as (in such distraction of 
 music) it was performed by the masquers. After this 
 dance Night descended from the grove, and addressed 
 her speech to the masquers, as foUoweth. 
 
 Night. Phmbus is pleased, and all rejoice to see 
 
 His servants from their golden prison free. 
 But yet since Cynthia hath so friendly smiled. 
 And to you tree-born knights is reconciled. 
 First ere you any Tnore work undertake. 
 About her tree solemti procession make, 
 Diana's tree, the tree of Chastity, 
 That placed alone on yonder hill you^ee. 
 These green-leaved robes, wherein disguised you 
 
 made 
 Stealths to her nymphs through the thick forest's 
 
 shade, 
 There to the goddess offer thankfully. 
 That she may not in vain appeased be. 
 The Night shall guide you, and her Hours 
 
 attend you 
 That no ill eyes, or spirits shall offend you. 
 
i66 MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE 
 
 At the end of this speech Night began to lead the 
 way alone, and after her an Hour with his torch, and 
 after the Hour a masquer ; and so in order one by one, 
 a torch-bearer and a masquer, they march on towards 
 Diana's tree. When the masquers came by the house 
 of Night, every one by his Hour received his helmet, 
 and had his false robe plucked off, and, bearing it in 
 his hand, with a low honour offered it at the tree of 
 Chastity, and so in his glorious habit, with his Hour 
 before him, marched to the bower of Flora. The shape 
 of their habit the picture before discovers, the stuff was 
 of carnation satin laid thick with broad silver lace, 
 their helmets being made of the same stuff. So 
 through the bower of Flora they came, where they 
 joined two torch-bearers, and two masquers, and when 
 they past down to the grove, the Hours parted on 
 either side, and made way between them for the 
 masquers, who descended to the dancing-place in such 
 order as they were to begin their third new dance. All 
 this time of procession the six cornets, and six chapel 
 voices sung a solemn motet of six parts made upon 
 these words. 
 
 With spotless minds now mount we to the tree 
 
 Of single chastity. 
 The root is tempei-Mice grou7ided deep, 
 Which the cold-juiced earth doth steep : 
 
 Water it desires alone, 
 
 Other drink it thirsts for none : 
 Therewith the sober branches it doth feed. 
 
 Which though they fruitless be. 
 Yet comely leaves they breed. 
 
 To beautify the tree. 
 
OF THE LORD HAYES. 167 
 
 Cynthia protectress is, and for her sake 
 We this grave procession make. 
 Chaste eyes and ears, pure hearts and voices, 
 Are graces wherein Phoebe most rejoices. 
 
 The motet being ended, the viohns began the third 
 new dance, which was lively performed by the masquers, 
 after which they took took forth the ladies, and danced 
 the measures with them ; which being finished, the 
 masquers brought the ladies back again to their places : 
 and Hesperus with the rest descended from the grove 
 into the dancing-place, and spake to the masquers as 
 followeth. 
 
 Hesperus. Knights of Apollo, proud of your new 
 
 birth. 
 Pursue your triumphs still with joy and 
 
 mirth : 
 Your changed fortunes, and redeetned estate, 
 Hesperus to your Sovereign will relate. 
 'Tis flow high time he were far hence retired, 
 Th' old bridal friend, that ushers Night 
 
 desired 
 Through the dim evening shades, then 
 
 taking flight 
 Gives place and honour to the nuptial Night. 
 I, that wished evening star, must now make 
 
 way 
 To Hymen's rights much wronged by my 
 
 delay. 
 But on Night's princely state you ought 
 
 t' attend. 
 And t' honour your new reconciled friend. 
 
i68 MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE 
 
 Night. Hesperus as you with concord came, ev'n so 
 
 'Tis meet that you -with concord hence should 
 
 go- 
 Then join you, that in voice and art excel. 
 
 To give this star a musical farewell. 
 
 A Dialogue of four voices, two Basses 
 AND two Trebles. 
 
 1. Of all the stars which is the kindest 
 
 To a loving Bride ? 
 
 2. Hesperus when in the west 
 
 He doth the day from night divide. 
 
 1, What message can be more respected 
 
 Than that which tells wished joys shall be effected? 
 
 2. Do not Brides watch the evening star f 
 
 1. O they tan discern it far. 
 
 2. Love Bridegrooms revels f 
 
 I. But for fashion. 
 2. And why f I. They hittder wished occasion. 
 
 2. Longing hearts and new delights, 
 Love short days and long nights. 
 Chorus. Hesperus, since you all stars excel 
 
 In bridal kindness, kindly farewell, farewell. 
 
 While these words of the Chorus {kindly farewell, 
 farewell) were in singing often repeated, Hesperus 
 took his leave severally of Night, Flora, and Zephyrus, 
 the Hours and Sylvans, and so while the chorus was 
 sung over the second time, he was got up to the grove, 
 where turning again to the singers, and they to him, 
 Hesperus took a second farewell of them, and so past 
 away by the house of Night. Then Night spake these 
 
OF THE LORD HAYES. 169 
 
 two lines, and therewith all retired to the grove where 
 they stood before. 
 
 Night. Come, Flora, let us now withdraw our train 
 That tK eclipsed revels may shine forth again. 
 
 Now the masquers began their lighter dances as 
 corantoes, levaltas and galliards, wherein when they 
 had spent as much time as they thought fit, Night 
 spake thus from the grove, and in her speech descended 
 a little into the dancing-place. 
 
 Night. Here stay : Night leaden-eyed and sprited 
 grows, 
 And her late Hours begin to hang their brows. 
 Hymen long since the bridal bed hath drest. 
 And longs to bring the turtles to their nest. 
 Then with one quick dance^ sound up your 
 
 delight, 
 Aftdwith one song we'll bid you all goodnight. 
 
 At the end of these words, the violins began the 
 4 new dance, which was excellently discharged by the 
 Masquers, and it ended with a light change of music 
 and measure. After the dance followed this dialogue of 
 2 voices, a bass and tenor sung by a Sylvan and an 
 Hour. 
 
 Ten. Sylvan. Tell me, gentle Hour of Night, 
 
 Wherein dost thou most delight ? 
 Bas. Ho. Not in sleep. Syl. Wherein then f 
 
 Hour. Iti the frolic view of men f 
 
 Syl. Lovest thou music? Hour. O 'tis 
 
 sweet. 
 
 ^ Old ed. " dence." 
 
I70 MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE. 
 
 Syl. Whafs dancing? Hour. Eihi the mirth 
 
 offeet. 
 Syl. Joy you in fairies and'^ in elvesf 
 Hour. We are of that sort ourselves. 
 
 But, Sylvan, say why do you love 
 
 Only to frequent the grove ? 
 Syl. Life is fullest of content. 
 
 Where delight is innocent. 
 Hour. Pleasure must vary, not be long. 
 
 Come then let's close, and end our song. 
 Chorus. Yet, ere we vanish from this princely sight. 
 
 Let us bid Phcebus and his states good- 
 night. 
 
 This chorus was performed with several Echoes of 
 music, and voices, in manner as the great chorus 
 before. At the end whereof the Masquers, putting off 
 their vizards and helmets, made a low honour to the 
 King, and attended his Majesty to the banqueting 
 place. 
 
 To the Reader. 
 
 Neither buskin now, nor bays 
 Challenge I : a Lady's praise 
 Shall content my proudest hope. 
 Their applause was all my scope; 
 And to their shrines properly 
 Revels dedicated be : 
 Whose soft ears none ought to pierce 
 But with smooth and gentle vei'se. 
 Let the tragic Poem, swell, 
 Raising raging fiends from hell; 
 
 1 Old ed. " and id elues." 
 
OF THE LORD HAYES. 171 
 
 And let epic dactyls range 
 Swelling seas and countries strange : 
 Little room small things contains; 
 Easy praise guiles easy pains. 
 Suffer thein whose brows do sweat 
 To gain honour by the great : ' 
 It's enough if men me name 
 A retailer of such f aim. 
 
 Epigramtna. 
 Quid tu te numeris immisces ? anne medentem 
 
 Metra cathedratum ludicra scripta decent ? 
 Musicus et medicus, Celebris quoque, Phoebe, poeta es, 
 
 Et lepor aegrotos, arte rogante, juvat. 
 Crede mihi doctum qui carmen non sapit, idem 
 
 Non habet ingenuum, nee geniuum medici. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
 [In the old edition follow five songs with the musi- 
 cal notes : " These songs were used in the Masque ; 
 whereof the first two airs were made by M. Campion ; 
 the third and last by M. Lupo ; the fourth by M. Tho. 
 Giles : and though the last three airs were devised only 
 for dancing, yet they are here set forth with words that 
 they may be sung to the lute or viol." Song i, " Now 
 hath Flora" (p. 154); Song 2, "Move now with 
 measured" (p. 161). 
 
 Song 3. 
 Shows and nightly revels, signs of joy atid peace. 
 Fill royal Britain's Court while cruel war far off doth 
 rage, for ever hence exiled. 
 
 ^ "By the great" — wholesale. 
 
172 MASQUE AT THE LORD HAYES MARRIAGE. 
 
 Fair and princely branches with strong arms increase 
 From that deep-rooted tree whose sacred strength and 
 
 glory foreign malice hath beguiled. 
 Our divided kingdotns now in friendly kindred meet 
 And old debate to love and kindness turns, our power 
 
 with double force uniting; 
 Truly recoticiled, grief appears at last more sweet 
 Both to ourselves and faithful friends, our undermining 
 foes affrighting. 
 
 Song 4. 
 Triumph now with joy and mirth ! 
 
 The God of Peace hath blessed our land: 
 We enjoy the fruits of earth 
 Through favour of His bounteous hatid. 
 
 We through His most lo'ving grace 
 
 A king and kingly seed behold, 
 Like a sun with lesser stars 
 
 Or careful shepherd to his fold: 
 Triutnph then, and yield Him praise 
 That gives us blest and joyful days. 
 
 Song 5. 
 Time, that leads the fatal round. 
 Hath made his centre in our ground, 
 
 With swelling seas embraced; 
 And there at one stay he rests. 
 And with the Fates keeps holy feasts. 
 With pomp and pastime graced. 
 Light Cupids there do dance and Venus sweetly sings 
 With heavenly notes tuned to sound of silver strings : 
 Their songs are all of joy, no sign of sorrow there, 
 But all as starres ' glisfring fair and blithe appear."] 
 1 I keep the old spelling, as the word is here a dissyllable. 
 
A Relation Of The Late Royall Entertainmetit 
 Given By The Right Honorable The Lord Knoivles, At 
 Cawsome-Hoiise neere Redding : to our most Gracious 
 Queene, Qtteene A nne, in her Progresse toward the Bathe, 
 vpon the seuen and eight and twentie dayes of Aprill, 
 1613. Whereunto is annexed the Description, Speeches, 
 and Songs of the Lords Maske, presented in the Ban- 
 queting-house on the Mariage night of the High and 
 Mightie, Covnt Palati7ie, and the Royally descended 
 the Ladie Elisabeth. Written by Tho?nas Campions- 
 London, Printed for John Budge, and are to be sold at 
 his Shop at the South-doore ofS. Pauls, and at Britaines 
 Bursse. 16 13. 4/(7. 
 
 Sir William Knollys, second son of Sir Francis KnoUys, was 
 created Baron KnoUys of Greys in Oxfordshire, by King James 
 in the first year of his reign, Viscount Wallingford in 1616, and 
 Earl of Banbury in 1S26. He died 25 May, 1632, at the age of 88. 
 It was his second wife, Elizabeth, daughter of the Earl of Suffolk, 
 who received Queen Anne on her progress towards Bath. The 
 Relation is reprinted in the second volume of Nichols's " Pro- 
 gresses of King James." 
 
 ^ In some copies the name is ' ' Campian. " 
 
A Relation of the late Royal Entertainment 
 
 GIVEN BY the RiGHT HONORABLE THE LORD 
 
 Knowles at Cawsome-House near Reading 
 TO OUR most gracious Queen, Queen Anne, 
 IN HER Progress toward the Bath upon the 
 
 SEVEN AND EIGHT AND TWENTY DAYS OF APRIL, 
 1613. 
 
 Forasmuchas this late Entertainment hath been 
 much desired in writing, both of such as were present 
 at the performance thereof, as also of many which are 
 yet strangers both to the business and place, it shall 
 be convenient, in this general publication, a little to 
 touch at the description and situation of Cawsome seat. 
 The house is fairly built ofbrick^ mounted on the hill- 
 side of a park, within view of Reading, they being 
 severed about the space of two miles. Before the park- 
 gate, directly opposite to the house, a new passage was 
 forced through earable ^ land, that was lately paled in, 
 it being from the park about two flight-shots ^ in length j 
 at the further end whereof, upon the Queeiis approach, 
 a Cynic appeared out of a bower, drest in a skin-coat, 
 with bases, ^ of green calico, set thick with leaves and 
 boughs : his nakedness being also artificially shadowed 
 
 1 ' ' This fair brick house was pulled down in the reign o" 
 George the First by the then possessor, Earl Cadogan, who erected 
 the present elegant structure somewhat further from the Thames, 
 and built a cedar room for the reception of the monarch. Capa- 
 bility Brown was employed in laying out the beautiful grounds. 
 For a view and description of the modern house, see Neale's 
 Seats, New Series, Vol. I." — Nichols. 
 
 2 Corn-land. £ar = plough, till. 
 
 3 Flight was a light far-fiying arrow. Flight-shot was about a 
 fifth of a mile. 
 
 < Skirts. The word was used in a variety of senses. 
 
176 A RELATION OF THE ENTERTAINMENT 
 
 with leaves ; on his head he wore a false hair, black 
 and disordered, stuck carelessly with flowers. 
 
 The speech of the Cynic to the Queen and her Train. 
 
 Cynic. Stay ; whether you human be or divine, here 
 is no passage ; see you not the earth furrowed ? the 
 region solitary ? Cities and Courts fit tumultuous mul- 
 titudes : this is a place of silence ; here a kingdom I 
 enjoy without people ; myself commands, myself obeys ; 
 host, cook, and guest myself; I reap without sowing, 
 owe all to Nature, to none other beholding : my skin 
 is my coat, my ornaments these boughs and flowers, 
 this bower my house, the earth my bed, herbs my food, 
 water my drink ; I want no sleep, nor health ; I envy 
 none, nor am envied, neither fear I nor hope, nor joy, 
 nor grieve : if this be happiness, I have it ; which you 
 all that depend on others' service, or command, want : 
 will you be happy? be private, turn palaces to hermi- 
 tages, noises to silence, outwardfelicity to inward content. 
 
 A stranger on horse-back was purposely thrust into 
 the troupe disguised, and wrapt in a cloak that lie 
 might pass unknown, who at the conclusion of this 
 speech began to discover himself as a fantastic Traveller 
 in a silken suit of strange checker-work, made up after 
 the Italian cut, with an Italian hat, and a band of gold 
 and silk, answering the colours of his suit, with a 
 courtly feather, long gilt spurs, and all things atiswer- 
 able. 
 
 The Traveller's speech on horse-back. 
 
 Travell. Whither travels thy tongue, ill nurtured 
 man? thy manners shew madness, thy nakedness 
 
GIVEN BY THE LORD KNOWLES. 177 
 
 poverty, thy resolution folly. Since none will under- 
 take thy presumption, let me descend, that I may 
 make thy ignorance know how much it hath injured 
 sacred ears. 
 
 The Traveller then dismounts and gives his cloak 
 and horse to his foot -man : in the meantime the Cynic 
 speaks. 
 
 Cyn. Naked I am, and so is truth ; plain, and so is 
 honesty ; I fear no man's encounter, since my cause 
 deserves neither excuse, nor blame. 
 
 Trav. Shall I now chide or pity thee? thou art 
 as miserable in life, as foolish in thy opinion. Answer 
 me? dost thou think that all happiness consists in 
 solitariness ? 
 
 Cyn. I do. 
 
 Trav. And are they unhappy that abide in society ? 
 
 Cyn. They are. 
 
 Trav. Dost thou esteem it a good thing to live ? 
 
 Cyn. The best of things. 
 
 Trav. Hadst thou not a father and mother ? 
 
 Cyn. Yes. 
 
 Trav. Did they not live in society ? 
 
 Cyn. They did. 
 
 Trav. And wert not thou one of their society when 
 they bred thee, instructing thee to go and speak ? 
 
 Cyn. True. 
 
 Trav. Thy birth then and speech in spite of thy spleen 
 make thee sociable ; go, thou art but a vain-glorious 
 counterfeit, and wanting that which should make thee 
 happy, contemnest the means. View but the heavens : 
 is there not above us a sun and moon, giving and 
 receiving light? are there not millions of stars that 
 
 N 
 
178 A RELATION OF THE ENTERTAINMENT 
 
 participate their glorious beams ? is there any element 
 simple ? is there not a mixture of all things ? and 
 wouldst thou only be singular ? action is the end of 
 life, virtue the crown of action, society the subject of 
 virtue, friendship the band of society, solitariness the 
 breach. Thou art yet young, and fair enough, wert 
 thou not barbarous ; thy soul, poor wretch, is far out 
 of tune, make it musical ; come, follow me, and learn 
 to live. 
 
 Cyn. I am conquered by reason, and humbly ask 
 pardon for my error, henceforth my heart shall honour 
 greatness, and love society ; lead now, and I will 
 follow, as good a fellow as the best. 
 
 The Traveller and Cynic instantly mount on horse- 
 back, and hasten to the park-gate, where they are 
 received by two Keepers, formally attired in green pai'- 
 ^etuana^ with jerkins and long hose, all things else 
 being in colour suitable, having either of them a horn 
 hanging formally at their backs, and on their heads 
 they had green Monmouth ''-caps, with green feathers, 
 the one of them in his hand bearing a hook-bill, and the 
 other a long pike-staff, both painted green : with them 
 stood two Robin-Hood men in suits of green striped 
 with black, drest in doublets with great bellies and wide 
 sleeves, shaped fardingale-wise at the shotdders, with- 
 out wings J ' their hose were round, with long green 
 stockings; on their heads they wore broad flat caps 
 with green feathers cross quite over them, carrying 
 
 1 Glossy cloth, of durable substance. 
 
 2 Old ed. " Mommoth-caps. " (Monmouth-cap was a kind 
 of fiat cap. ) 
 
 5 Appendages to the shoulders of a doublet. 
 
GIVEN BY THE LORD KNOWLES. 179 
 
 green bows in their hands, and green arrows by their 
 sides. 
 
 In this space cornets at sundry places entertain the 
 time, till the Queen with her train is entered into the 
 park : and then one of the Keepers presents her with 
 this short speech. 
 
 Keeper. More than most welcome, renowned and 
 gracious Queen, since your presence vouchsafes to 
 beautify these woods, whereof I am keeper, be it your 
 pleasure to accept such rude entertainment, as a rough 
 wood-man can yield. This is to us a high holiday, and 
 henceforth yearly shall be kept and celebrated with 
 our country sports, in honour of so royal a guest ; 
 come, friends and fellows, now prepare your voices, and 
 present your joys in a sylvan dance. 
 
 Here standing on a smooth green, and environed 
 with the horse-men, they present a song of Jive parts, 
 and withal I a lively sylvan-dance of six persons : the 
 Robin- Hood men feign two trebles j one of the Keepers 
 with the Cynic sing two counter-tenors, the other Keeper 
 the bass; but the Traveller being not able to sing, 
 gapes in silence, and expresseth his humour in antic 
 gestures. 
 
 A song and dance of six, two Keepers, two Robin- 
 Hood men, the fantastic Traveller, and the Cynic. 
 
 I. 
 
 Dance now and sing; the joy and love we owe 
 Let cheerful voices and glad gestures shoiu : 
 
 The Queen of grace is she whom we receive : 
 
 Honour and state are her guides, 
 
 Her presence they can never leave: 
 
i8o A RELATION OF THE ENTERTAINMENT 
 
 Then in a stately sylvan form salute 
 
 Her ever-flowmg grace J 
 Fill all the woods with echoed welcomes, 
 
 And strew with flowers this place ; 
 Let ev'ry bough and plant fresh blossoms yield. 
 
 And all the air reflne : 
 Let pleasure strive to please our goddess, 
 
 For she is all divine. 
 
 2. 
 Yet ence again lei us our measures move, 
 JLnd'with sweet notes record our joyful love. 
 An object more divine none ever had: 
 £eauiy, and heaifn-boi-n worth, 
 Mixt in perfection tieverfade. 
 Then imtk a dance triumphant let us sing 
 
 Mer higk advanced praise, 
 And eifn to heaifn our gladsome welcomes 
 
 With imngs of music raise j 
 Welcome, -O welcome, ever-honoured Queen, 
 
 To this now-blessed place ! 
 That gro7>e, that tower, that house is happy 
 Which you voucksafe to grace. 
 
 This song being sung and danced twice over, they 
 fall instantly into a kind of coranto,^ with these words 
 following : — 
 
 No longer delay her, 
 'Twere sin now to stay her 
 
 From her ease with tedious sport; 
 
 ' Olded. "curranta.'' (A quick lively dance.) 
 
GIVEN BY THE LORD KNOWLES. i8i 
 
 Then welcome still crying 
 And swiftly hence flying, 
 Let us to our homes resort. 
 
 In the end whereof the two Keepers carry away the 
 Cynic ; and the two Robin-Hood men the Trazieller j 
 when presently cornets begin again to sound in several 
 places, and so continue with variety, while the Queen 
 passeth through a long stnooth green way, set on each 
 side with trees in equal distance j all this while her 
 Majesty being carried in her caroch} 
 
 But because some wet had fallen that day in the fore- 
 noon {though the garden-walks were made artificially 
 smooth and dry) yet all her foot-way was spread with 
 broad-cloth, and so soon as her Majesty with her train 
 were all entered into the lower garden, a Gardener, with 
 his ma7i and boy, issued otct of an arbour to give her 
 Highness cntertain7ne}it. The Gardener was suited 
 in gray with a jerkin double jagged all about the wittgs 
 a?id skirts J- he had a pair of great slops with a cod- 
 piece, and buttoned gamachios'^ all of the same sttiff : on 
 his head he had a strawn hat, piebaldly drest with 
 Howers, and iti his hand a silvered spade. His man 
 was also suited in gray with a great buttoned flap o?i 
 his jerki?t, having large wings and skirts, with a pair 
 of great slops and gamachios, of the same j on his head 
 he had a strawn hat, and in his hand a silvered mattox. 
 The Gardener's boy was in a pretty suit of flowery stuff, 
 with a silvered rake in his hand. When they ap- 
 proached 7iear the Queen, they all vailed bo7inetj a7id 
 
 ^ Coach, 
 
 - " Gamashes. The term was formerly applied to a kind of 
 loose drawers or stockings worn outside the legs over the other 
 clothing. " — Halliwdl. 
 
i82 A RELATION OF THE ENTERTAINMENT 
 
 low ting low, the Gardener began after his antic fashion 
 this speech. 
 
 Card. Most magnificent and peerless deity,' lo I, 
 the surveyor of Lady Flora's works, welcome your 
 grace with fragrant phrases into her bowers, be- 
 seeching your greatness to bear with the late wooden 
 entertainment of the wood-men ; for woods are more 
 full of weeds than wits, but gardens are weeded, and 
 gardeners witty, as may appear by me. I have flowers 
 for all fancies. Thyme for truth, rosemary for re- 
 membrance, roses for love, heartsease for joy, and 
 thousands more, which all harmoniously rejoice at 
 your presence ; but myself, with these my Paradisians 
 here, will make you such music as the wild woodists 
 shall be ashamed to hear the report of it. Come, sirs, 
 prune your pipes, and tune your strings, and agree 
 together like birds of a feather. 
 
 A song of a treble and bass, sung by the Gardener's 
 boy and man, to music of instruments, that was ready 
 to second them in the arbour. 
 I. 
 Welcome to this flowery place. 
 Fair Goddess and sole Queen of grace : 
 All eyes triumph in your sight. 
 Which through all this empty space 
 Casts such glorious beams of light. 
 
 2. 
 
 Paradise were meeter far 
 To entertain so bright a star : 
 But why errs my folly so ? 
 
 1 Here and elsewhere the old ed. reads " Diety " — which was 
 an old form of " Deity." 
 
GIVEN BY THE LORD KNOWLES. 183 
 
 Paradise is where you are : 
 Heav*!! above, and heav"!! below. 
 
 3- 
 Could our powers and wishes meet, 
 How well would they your graces greet ! 
 Yet accept of our desire : 
 Roses, of all flowers most sweet, 
 Spring out of the silly briar. 
 
 After this song, the Gardener speaks again. 
 
 Gard. Wonder not (great goddess) at the sweetness 
 of our garden-air (though passing sweet it be). Flora 
 hath perfumed it for you (Flora our mistress, and your 
 servant) who invites you yet further into her Paradise ; 
 she invisibly will lead your grace the way, and we (as 
 our duty is) visibly stay behind. 
 
 From thence the Queen ascends by a few steps into 
 the upper garden, at the end whereof, near the house, 
 this song was sung by an excellent counter-tenor voice, 
 with rare variety of division unto two unusual instru- 
 ments, all being concealed within the arbour. 
 
 I. 
 
 O joys exceeding, 
 
 From love, from power of your wished sight proceeding ! 
 
 As a fair morn shines divinely, 
 
 Such is your view, appearing more divinely. 
 
 2. 
 Your steps ascending. 
 
 Raise high your thoughts for your content contending ; 
 All our hearts of this grace vaunting. 
 Now leap as they were moved by enchanting. 
 
i84 A RELATION OF THE ENTERTAINMENT 
 
 So ended the entertainment without the house for that 
 time; and the Qfieeti s pleasure being that night to sup 
 privately, the King's violiiu attended her with their 
 solemnest music, as an excellent consort in like manner 
 did the next day at dinner. 
 
 Supper being ended, her Majesty, accompanied with 
 many Lords and Ladies, cam.e into the hall, and rested 
 herself in her chair of state, the scaffolds of the hall 
 being on all parts filled with beholders of worth. Sud- 
 denly forth came the Traveller, Gardener, Cynic, with 
 the rest of their crew, and others furnished with their 
 instruments, and in manner following entertain the 
 time. 
 
 Traveller. A hall ! ^ a hall ! for men of moment, 
 rationals and irrationals, but yet not all of one breed- 
 ing. For I an Academic am, refined by travel, that 
 have learned what to courtship belongs, and so divine 
 a presence as this ; if we press past good manners, 
 laugh at our follies, for you cannot shew us more 
 favour than to laugh at us. If we prove ridiculous in 
 your sights, we are gracious ; and therefore we be- 
 seech you to laugh at us. For mine own part (I thank 
 my stars for it) I have been laughed at in most parts of 
 Christendom. 
 
 Gardener. I can neither brag of my travels, nor yet 
 am ashamed of my profession ; I make sweet walks for 
 fair ladies ; flowers I prepare to adorn them ; close 
 arbours I build wherein their loves unseen may court 
 them ; and who can do ladies better service, or rnore 
 acceptable ? When I was a child and lay in my cradle, 
 
 ^ " A hall ! " i.e. make way ! give room ! 
 
GIVEN BY THE LORD KNOWLES. 185 
 
 (a very pretty child) I remember well that Lady Venus 
 appeared unto me, and setting a silver spade and rake 
 by my pillow, bade me prove a gardener. I told my 
 mother of it (as became the duty of a good child) 
 whereupon she provided straight for me two great 
 platters full of pap ; which having dutifully devoured, I 
 grew to this portraiture you see, sprung suddenly out 
 of my cabin, and fell to my profession. 
 
 Trav. Verily by thy discourse thou hast travelled 
 much, and I am ashamed of myself that I come so far 
 behind thee, as not once to have yet mentioned Venus 
 or Cupid, or any other of the gods to have appeared to 
 me. But I will henceforth boast truly, that I have now 
 seen a deity as far beyond theirs, as the beauty of light 
 is beyond darkness, or this feast, whereof we have had 
 our share, is beyond thy sallets. 
 
 Cynic. Sure I am, it hath stirred up strange thoughts 
 in me ; never knew I the difference between wine and 
 water before. Bacchus hath opened mine eyes ; I 
 now see bravery and admire it, beauty and adore it. 
 I find my arms naked, my discourse rude, but my 
 heart soft as wax, ready to melt with the least beam of 
 a fair eye ; which (till this time) was as untractable as 
 iron. 
 
 Card. I much joy in thy conversion, thou hast long 
 been a mad fellow, and now provest a good fellow ; let 
 us all therefore join together sociably in a song, to the 
 honour of good fellowship. 
 
 Cyn. A very musical motion, and I agree to it. 
 
 Trav. Sing that sing can, for my part I will only, 
 while you sing, keep time with my gestures, a ^ la 
 mode de France. 
 
 ' Old eA " A la tnore du France.'' 
 
i86 A RELATION OF THE ENTERTAINMENT 
 
 A song of three voices with divers instruments. 
 
 Night as well as brightest day hath her delight, 
 Let us then with mirth and music deck the night. 
 Never did glad day such store 
 
 Of joy to night bequeath : 
 Her stars then adore, 
 
 Both in Heav'n, and here beneath. 
 
 2. 
 
 Love and beauty, mirth and music yield true joys, 
 Though the cynics in their folly count them toys. 
 Raise your spirits ne'er so high. 
 
 They will be apt to fall : 
 None brave thoughts envy. 
 
 Who had e'er brave thoughts at all. 
 
 3- 
 Joy is the sweet friend of life, the nurse of blood, 
 Patron of all health, and fountain of all good : 
 Never may joy hence depart. 
 
 But all your thoughts attend ; 
 Nought can hurt the heart, 
 
 That retains so sweet a friend. 
 
 At the end of this song enters Sylvanus, shaped after 
 the descriptiofi of the a7icient writers; his lower parts 
 like a goat, and his upper parts in an antic habit of 
 rich taffeta, cut into leaves, and on his head he had a 
 false hair, with a wreath of long boughs and lilies, 
 that hung dangling about his neck, and in his hand a 
 cypress branch, in memory of his love Cyparissus. 
 The Gardener, espying him, speaks thus. 
 
GIVEN BY THE LORD KNOWLES. 187 
 
 Gard. Silence, sirs, here comes Sylvanus, god of 
 these woods, whose presence is rare, and imports 
 some novelty. 
 
 Trav. Let us give place, for this place is fitter for 
 deities than us. 
 
 They all vanish and leave Sylvanus alone, -who 
 cotning nearer to the state, and making a low congee, 
 speaks. 
 
 Sylvanus. 
 That health which harbours in the fresh-aired groves. 
 Those pleasures which green hill and valley moves, 
 Sylvanus, the commander of them all, 
 Here offers to this state imperial ; 
 Which as a homager he visits now, 
 And to a greater power his power doth bow. 
 Withal, thus much his duty signifies : 
 That there are certain semi-deities. 
 Belonging to his sylvan walks, who come 
 Led with the music of a sprightly drum, 
 To keep the night awake and honour you 
 (Great Queen) to whom all honours they hold due. 
 So rest you full of joy, and wished content, 
 Which though it be not given, 'tis fairly meant. 
 
 At the end of this speech there is suddenly heard a 
 great noise of drums and ffes, and way being made, 
 eight pages first enter, with green torches in their 
 hands lighted; their suits were of green satin, with 
 cloaks aTui caps of the satne, richly and strangely set 
 forth. Presently after them the eight Masquers came, 
 in rich embroidered suits of green satin, with high 
 
i88 A RELATION OF THE ENTERTAINMENT 
 
 hats of the same, and all their accoutrements answerable 
 to such noble and princely personages, as they concealed 
 under their vizards, and so they instantly fell into a new 
 dance : at the end whereof they took forth the Ladies, 
 and danced with themj and so well was the Queen 
 pleased with her entertainment, that she vouchsafed to 
 make herself the head of their revels, and graciotisly to 
 adorn the place with her personal dancing : much of 
 the night being thus spent with variety of dances, the 
 Masquers made a conclusion with a second new dance. 
 
 A t the Queen' sparling on Wednesday in the afternoon, 
 the Gardener with his man and boy and three handsome 
 country maids, the 07ie bearing a rich bag with linen in 
 it, the second a rich apron, and a third a rich mantle^ 
 appear all out of an arbour in the lower garden, and 
 meeting the Quee7i, the Gardener presents this speech. 
 
 Gardener. 
 Stay, goddess ! stay a little space, 
 Our poor country love to grace. 
 Since we dare not too long stay you, 
 Accept at our hands, we pray you, 
 These mean presents, to express 
 Greater love than we profess, 
 Or can utter now for woe 
 Of your parting hast'ned so. 
 Gifts these are, such as were wrought 
 By their hands that them have brought, 
 
 1 " The presents are described in Mr. Chamberlain's letter as 
 ' a dainty coverled or quilt, a rich carquenet, and a curious cabinet 
 to tlie value in all of ;^i,5oo.' " — Nic/wls. 
 
GIVEN BY THE LORD KNOWLES. 189 
 
 Home-bred things, which they presumed, 
 
 After I had them perfumed 
 
 With my flowery incantation. 
 
 To give you in presentation 
 
 At your parting. Come, feat lasses, 
 
 With fine curtsies, and smooth faces. 
 
 Offer up your simple toys 
 
 To the mistress of our joys ; 
 
 While we the sad time prolong 
 
 With a mournful parting song. 
 
 A song of three voices continuing while the presents 
 are delivered and received. 
 
 I. 
 
 Can you, the author of our joy. 
 
 So soon depart ? 
 Will you revive, and straight destroy ? 
 
 New mirth to tears convert ? 
 O that ever cause of gladness 
 Should so swiftly turn to sadness ! 
 
 2. 
 Now as we droop, so will these flowers. 
 
 Barred of your sight : 
 Nothing avail them heav'nly showers 
 
 Without your heav'nly light. 
 When the glorious sun forsakes us, 
 Winter quickly overtakes us. 
 
 3- 
 Yet shall our prayers your ways attend, 
 When you are gone ; 
 
igo LORD KNOW LESS ENTERTAINMENT. 
 
 And we the tedious time will spend, 
 
 Rememb'ring you alone. 
 Welcome here shall you hear ever, 
 But the word of parting never. 
 
 Thus ends this ample entertainment, which as it was 
 most nobly performed by the right honourable the lord 
 and lady of the house, and fortunately executed by all 
 that any way were actors in it, so was it as graciously 
 received of her Majesty, and celebrated with her most 
 royal applause. 
 
The Description, Speeches, and Songs, of The 
 Lords' Masque, Presented in the Ban- 
 queting-house on the marriage night of 
 
 the high AND MIGHTY COUNT PALATINE, AND 
 THE ROYALLY DESCENDED THE LADY ELIZA- 
 BETH.^ 
 
 / have now taken occasion to satisfy many, who long 
 since were desirous that the Lords' masque should be 
 published, which, but for some private lets, had in due 
 tijne come forth. The Scene was divided into two 
 farts. From the roof to the floor, the lower part being 
 first discovered (upon the sound of a double co7isort, 
 exprest by several instruments, placed on either' side of 
 the room) there appeared a wood in prospective, the 
 
 1 The marriage was celebrated on Shrove-Sunday, 14 February, 
 1612-13. "Of the Lords' Masque," writes Chamberlain, "I 
 hear no great commendation save only for riches, their devices 
 being long and tedious, and more like a play than a masque ' ' 
 (Winwood's " Memorials, " iii. 435). But, as Nichols remarks. 
 Chamberlain was not present. Those who were dissatisfied with 
 Campion's masque must have been hard to please. It cost ^^400 
 (Nichols' " Progresses of King James, "ii. 622), — a small sum com- 
 pared with the lavish expenses frequently incurred on such 
 occasions. 
 
192 DESCRIPTION, SPEECHES, AND SONGS 
 
 innermost part being of relief, or -whole round, the rest 
 painted. On the left hand from the seat was a cave, 
 and on the right a thicket, out of which came Orpheus, 
 who was attired after the old Greek manner, his hair 
 curled and long, a lau7-el wreath on his head, and in 
 his hand he bare a silver bird ; about him tamely placed 
 several wild beasts : and upon the ceasing of the consort 
 Orpheus spake. 
 
 Orpheus. 
 Again, again, fresh kindle Phoebus' sounds, 
 T'exhale Mania from her earthy den ; 
 Allay the fury that her sense confounds. 
 And call her gently forth ; sound, sound again. 
 
 The consorts both sound again, and Mania, the 
 goddess of madness, appears wildly out of her cave. 
 Her habit was confused and strange, but yet graceful ; 
 she as one amazed speaks. 
 
 Mania. What powerful noise is this importunes me, 
 T'abandon darkness which my humour fits ? 
 Jove's hand in it I feel, and ever he 
 Must be obeyed eVn of the frantic'st wits. 
 
 Orpheus. Mania ! 
 
 Mania. Hah ! 
 
 Orpheus. Brain-sick, why start'st thou so ? 
 
 Approach yet nearer, and thou then shall 
 
 know 
 The will of Jove, which he will breathe from 
 me. 
 
OF THE LORDS' MASQUE. 
 
 193 
 
 Mania. Who art thou ? if my dazzled eyes can see, 
 Thou art the sweet enchanter heav'nly 
 
 Orpheus. 
 Orpheus. The same, Mania, and Jove greets thee thus : 
 Though several power to thee and charge 
 
 he gave 
 T'enclose in thy dominions such as rave 
 Through blood's distemper, how durst thou 
 
 attempt 
 T'imprison Entheus whose rage is exempt 
 From vulgar censure ? it is all divine, 
 FuU of celestial rapture, that can shine 
 Through darkest shadows : therefore Jove 
 
 by me 
 Commands thy power straight to set Entheus 
 
 free. 
 Mania. How can I ? Frantics with him many more 
 In one cave are locked up ; ope once the 
 
 door, 
 All will fly out, and through the world disturb 
 The peace of Jove ; for what power then 
 
 can curb 
 Their reinless fury ? 
 Orpheits. Let not fear in vain 
 
 Trouble thy crazed fancy ; all again. 
 
 Save Entheus, to thy safeguard shall retire. 
 
 For Jove into our music will inspire 
 
 The power of passion, that their thoughts 
 
 shall bend 
 To any form or motion we intend. 
 Obey Jove's will ^ then ; go, set Entheus free. 
 
 1 Old ed. "willing." 
 O 
 
194 DESCRIPTION, SPEECHES, AND SONGS 
 
 Mania. I willing go, so Jove obeyed must be. 
 Orph. Let Music put on Protean changes now ; 
 
 Wild beasts it once tamed, now let Frantics 
 bow. 
 
 At the sound of a strange music twelve Frantics 
 enter, six men and six women, all presented in sundry 
 habits and humours. There was the lover, the self- 
 lover, the m.elancholic-man full of fear, the school-man 
 overcome with fantasy, the over-watched usurer, with 
 others that made an absolute medley of madness; in 
 midst of whom Entheus (or poetic fury') was hurried 
 forth, and tost up and down, till by virtue of a new 
 change in the jnusic, the Lunatics fell into a mad measure, 
 fitted to a loud fantastic tune; but in the etui thereof 
 the music changed into a very solemn air, which they 
 softly played, ■mhile Orpheus spake. 
 
 Orph. Through these soft and calm sounds, Mania, 
 
 pass 
 With thy Fantastics hence ; here is no place 
 Longer for them or thee ; Entheus alone 
 Must do Jove's bidding now : all else be 
 
 gone. 
 
 During this speech Mania with her Frantics depart, 
 leaiiing Entheus behind them, who was attired in a 
 close curace^ of the antic fashion, bases with labels, 
 a robe fastened to his shoulders, and hanging down 
 behind; on his head a wreath of laurels, out of which 
 grew a pair of wings ; itt the one hand he held a book, 
 and in the other a pen. 
 
 ^ An old form of ' ' cuirass. " 
 
OF THE LORDS' MASQUE. 195 
 
 Enth. Divinest Orpheus, O how all from thee 
 
 Proceed with wondrous sweetness ! Am I free ? 
 Is my affliction vanished ? 
 
 Orpk. Too, too long, 
 
 Alas, good Entheus, hast thou brooked this 
 
 wrong. 
 What ! number thee with madmen ! O mad age. 
 Senseless of thee, and thy celestial rage ! 
 For thy excelling rapture, ev'n through things 
 That seems most light, is borne with sacred 
 
 wings : 
 Nor are these musics, shows, or revels vain. 
 When thou adorn'st them with thy Phoebean 
 
 brain. 
 Th'are palate-sick of much more vanity, 
 That cannot taste them in their dignity. 
 Jove therefore lets thy prisoned sprite obtain 
 Her liberty and fiery scope again ; 
 And here by me commands thee to create 
 Inventions rare, this night to celebrate. 
 Such as become a nuptial by his will 
 Begun and ended. 
 
 E?ith. Jove I honour still, 
 
 And must obey. Orpheus, I feel the fires 
 Are ready in my brain, which Jove inspires. 
 Lo, through that veil I see Prometheus stand 
 Before those glorious lights which his false hand 
 Stole out of heaVn, the dull earth to inflame 
 With the affects' of Love and honoured Fame. 
 I view them plain in pomp and majesty, 
 Such as being seen might hold rivality 
 
 ' Properties, qualities. 
 
196 DESCRIPTION, SPEECHES, AND SONGS 
 
 With the best triumphs. Orpheus, give a call 
 With thy charmed music, and discover all. 
 Orph. Fly, cheerful voices, through the air, and clear 
 These clouds, that yon hid beauty may appear. 
 
 A Song. 
 I. 
 Come away ; bring thy golden theft. 
 
 Bring, bright Prometheus, all thy lights ; 
 Thy fires from Heav'n bereft 
 Show now to human sights. 
 Come ' quickly, come ! thy stars to our stars straight 
 
 present, 
 For pleasure being too much deferred loseth her best 
 
 content. 
 What fair dames wish, should swift as their own 
 
 thoughts appear ; 
 To loving and to longing hearts every hour seems a 
 year. 
 
 2. 
 See how fair, O how fair, they shine ! 
 
 What yields more pomp beneath the skies ? 
 Their birth is yet divine. 
 And such their fonn implies. 
 Large grow their beams, their near approach afford 
 
 them so ; 
 By nature sights that pleasing are, cannot too amply 
 
 show. 
 O might these flames in human shapes descend this 
 
 place. 
 How lovely would their presence be, how full of grace ! 
 1 Cf. p. 8i, " Come quickly, come ! the promised hour," &c. 
 
OF THE LORDS, MASQUE. 197 
 
 In the end of the first part of this song, the upper 
 part of the scene was discovered by the sudden fall of a 
 curtains then in clouds of several colours {the upper 
 part of them being fiery, and the middle heightened with 
 silver) appeared eight stars of extraordinary bigness, 
 which so were placed, as that they seemed to be fixed 
 between the firmament and the earth. In the front of 
 the scene stood Prometheus, attired as one of the ancient 
 heroes. 
 
 Enth. Patron of mankind, powerful and bounteous, 
 Rich in thy flames, reverend Prometheus, 
 In Hymen's place aid us to solemnise 
 These royal nuptials ; fill the lookers' eyes 
 With admiration of thy fire and light. 
 And from thy hand let wonders flow to-night. 
 Prom. Entheus and Orpheus, name's both dear to me, 
 In equal balance I your third will be 
 In this night's honour. View these heav'n-born 
 
 stars. 
 Who by my stealth are become sublunars ; 
 How well their native beauties fit this place. 
 Which with a choral dance they first shall 
 
 grace ; 
 Then shall their forms to human figures turn. 
 And these bright fires within their bosoms 
 
 burn. 
 Orpheus, apply thy music, for it well 
 Helps to induce a courtly miracle. 
 Orp. Sound, best of musics, raise yet higher our 
 
 sprites, 
 While we admire Prometheus' dancing fights. 
 
igS DESCRIPTION, SPEECHES, AND SONGS 
 
 A Song. 
 
 I. 
 
 Advance your choral motions now. 
 
 You music-loving lights : 
 This night concludes the nuptial vow, 
 
 Make this the best of nights : 
 So bravely crown it with your beams 
 
 That it may live in fame 
 As long as Rhenus or the Thames 
 
 Are known by either name. 
 
 2. 
 
 Once more again, yet nearer move 
 
 Your forms at willing view ; 
 Such fair effects of joy and love 
 
 None can express but you. 
 Then revel midst your airy bowers 
 
 Till all the clouds do sweat, 
 That pleasure may be poured in showers 
 
 On this triumphant seat. 
 
 3- 
 Long since hath lovely Flora thrown 
 
 Her flowers and garlands here ; 
 Rich Ceres all her wealth hath shown, 
 
 Proud of her dainty cheer. 
 Changed then to human shape, descend. 
 
 Clad in familiar weed, 
 That every eye may here commend 
 
 The kind delights you breed. 
 
 According to the humour of this song, the stars 
 moved in an exceeding strange and delightful manner, 
 and I sup-pose few have ever seen more neat artifice 
 
OF THE LORDS' MASQUE. 199 
 
 than Master Inigo Jo?ies shewed in contriving their 
 motion, who in all the rest of the workmanship which 
 belonged to the whole invention shewed extraordinary 
 industry and skill, which if it be not as lively exprest 
 in writing as it appeared in view, rob not him of his 
 due, but lay the blame on fny^want of right apprehend- 
 ing his instructions for the adorning of his art. But 
 to return to our purpose; about the end of this song, 
 the stars suddenly vanished, as if they had been drowned 
 amongst the clouds, and the eight masquers appeared in 
 their habits, which were infinitely rich, befitting states ' 
 {such as indeed they all were) as also a time so far 
 heightened the day before with all the richest show of 
 solemnity that could be invented. The ground of their 
 attires was massy cloth of silver, embossed with 
 flames of embroidery j on their heads, they had crowns, 
 flames made all of gold-plate enameled, and on the top 
 a feather of silk, representing a cloud of smoke. Upon 
 their new transformation, the whole scene being clouds 
 dispersed, and there appeared an element of artificial 
 fires, with several circles of lights, in continual motion, 
 representing the house of Profnetheus, who then thus 
 applies his speech to the masquers. 
 
 They are transformed. 
 
 Prometh. So pause awhile, and come, ye fiery sprites,^ 
 Break forth the earth like sparks t'attend 
 these knights. 
 
 Sixteen pages, like fiery spirits, all their attires being 
 alike composed of flames, with fiery wings and bases, 
 bearing in either hand a torch of virgin wax, come 
 1 Persons of rank. ^ Old ed. "spirits." 
 
200 DESCRIPTION, SPEECHES, AND SONGS 
 
 f 07-th below dancing a lively measure, and the dance 
 being ended, Prometheus speaks to the7nfro7n above. 
 
 The Torch-bearers' Dance. 
 Pro. Wait, spirits, wait, while through the clouds 
 
 we pace, - 
 And by descending gain a higher place. 
 
 The pages retttrn toward the scene, to give their 
 attendance to the masquers with their lights : /rom the 
 side of the scene appeared a bright and transparent 
 cloud, which reached from the top of the heavens to the 
 earth : on this cloud the masquers, led by Proinetheus, 
 descended with the mtisic of a full-song j and at the 
 end of their descent, the cloud brake in twain, and one 
 part of it (as with a wind) was blown overthwart the 
 scetie. 
 
 While this cloud was vanishing, the wood being the 
 under-part of the scene, was insensibly changed, and in 
 place thereof appeared four noble women-statues of 
 silver, standing in several niches, accompanied with 
 ornaments of architecture, which filled all the end of 
 the hotise,and seemed to be all of gald-smitKs work.. 
 The first order consisted of pilasters^ all of gold, set 
 with rubies, sapphires, emeralds, opals and such like. 
 The capitals were composed, and of a new invention.^ 
 Over this was a bastard order with cartouches reversed 
 coming from the capitals, of every pilaster, which made 
 the upper part rich and full of orname7tt. Over every 
 statue was placed a history in gold, which seej7ied to be 
 of base relief j the conceits which were figtired z'« them 
 •mere these. In the first was Pro77ietheus, embossing in 
 clay the figure of a woman, in the second he was repre- 
 
OF THE LORDS' MASQUE. 201 
 
 seated stealing fire from the chariot-wheel of the sunj 
 in the third he is exprest putting life with this fire into 
 his figure of clay j and in the fourth square ftipiter, 
 enraged, turns these new-made wo?nen into statues. 
 Above all, for finishing, ran a cornice, which returned 
 over every pilaster, seeming all of gold and richly 
 carved. 
 
 A full Song. 
 
 Supported now by clouds descend, 
 Divine Prometheus, Hymen's friend : 
 Lead down the new transfoi-med fires 
 And fill their breasts with love's desires, 
 That they may revel with delight, 
 And celebrate this nuptial night. 
 So celebrate this nuptial night 
 
 That all which see may say ^ 
 They never viewed so fair a sight 
 
 Even on the clearest day. 
 
 While this song is sung, and the masquers court the 
 four new transformed ladies, four other statues appear 
 in their places. 
 
 Entheus. See, see, Prometheus, fourof these first dames 
 Which thou long since out of thy purchased " 
 
 flames. 
 Didst forge with heav'nly fire, as they were 
 
 then 
 By Jove transformed to statues, so again 
 They suddenly appear by his command 
 
 1 Olded. "stay." ' Stolen. 
 
202 DESCRIPTION, SPEECHES, AND SONGS 
 
 At thy arrival. Lo, how fixed thy stand ; 
 So did Jove's wrath too long, but now at last, 
 It by degrees relents, and he hath placed 
 These statues, that we might his aid implore, 
 First for the life of these, and then for more. 
 Prom. Entheus, thy counsels are divine and just. 
 
 Let Orpheus deck thy hymn, since pray we 
 must. 
 
 The first invocation in a full song. 
 
 Powerful Jove, that of bright stars, 
 Now hast made men fit for wars, 
 , Thy power in these statues prove 
 And make them women fit for love. 
 
 Orpheus. See, Jove is pleased ; statues have life and 
 
 move ! 
 Go, new-bom men, and entertain with love 
 The new-bom women, though your number 
 
 yet 
 Exceeds their's double, they are armed with 
 
 wit < 
 
 To bear your best encounters. Court them 
 
 fair : 
 When words and music please, let none 
 
 despair. 
 
 The Song. 
 
 I. 
 Woo her, and win her, he that can ! 
 
 Each woman hath two lovers. 
 So she must take and leave a man, 
 
 Till time more grace discovers. 
 
OF THE LORDS' MASQUE. Z03 
 
 This doth Jove to shew that want 
 Makes beauty most respected ; 
 
 If fair women were more scant, 
 They would be more affected. 
 
 2. 
 
 Courtship and music suit with love, 
 
 They both are works of passion ; 
 
 Happy is he whose words can move, 
 
 Yet sweet notes help persuasion. 
 Mix your words with music then, 
 That they the more may enter ; 
 Bold assaults are fit for men, 
 
 That on strange beauties venter.' 
 Promet. Cease, cease your wooing strife ! see, Jove 
 intends 
 To fill your number up, and make all friends. 
 Orpheus and Entheus, join your skills once 
 
 more. 
 And with a hymn the deity implore. 
 
 The second invocation to the tune of the first. 
 Powerful Jove, that hast given four, 
 Raise this number but once more, 
 That complete, their numerous '' feet 
 May aptly in just measures meet. 
 
 The other four statues are transformed into women, 
 in the time of this invocation. 
 
 Enth. The number's now complete, thanks be to 
 Jove ! 
 No man needs fear a rival in his love ; 
 
 1 Old ed. gives "venture;" but "venter" — which is a 
 recognized old form of "venture " — is needed for the rhyme. 
 
 2 "Numerous" — keeping time. 
 
204 DESCRIPTION, SPEECHES, AND SONGS 
 
 For all are sped, and now begins delight 
 To fill with glory this triumphant night. 
 
 The masquers, having every one entertained his lady, 
 begin their first new entering dance: after it, -while 
 they breathe, the time is entertained with a dialogue- 
 song. 
 
 Breathe you now, while lo Hymen 
 
 To the bride we sing : 
 O how many joys and honours, 
 
 From this match will spring ! 
 Ever firm the league will prove, 
 Where only goodness causeth love. 
 Some for profit seek 
 What their fancies most disleek ^ : 
 These love for virtue's sake alone : 
 Beauty and youth unite them both in one. 
 
 Chorus. 
 Live with thy bridegroom happy, sacred bride ; 
 How blest is he that is for love envied ! 
 
 The masquers' second dance. 
 
 Breathe again, while we with music 
 
 Fill the empty space : 
 O but do not in your dances 
 
 Yourselves only grace. 
 Ev'ry one fetch out your fere,^ 
 Whom chiefly you will honou;- here. 
 Sights most pleasure breed, 
 When their numbers most exceed. 
 
 1 Old form of ' ' dislike. ^ Mate. 
 
OF THE LORDS' MASQUE. 205 
 
 Choose then, for choice to all is free ; 
 Taken or left, none discontent must be. 
 
 Chorus. 
 Now in thy revels frolic-fadr delight, 
 To heap joy on this ever-honoured night. 
 
 The masquers during this dialogue take out others to 
 dance with themj men women, and women men; and 
 first of all the princely bridegroom, and bride were 
 drawn into these solemn revels, which continued a long 
 space, but in the end were broken off with this short 
 song. 
 
 A Song. 
 
 Cease, cease you revels, rest a space ; 
 New pleasures press into this place. 
 Full of beauty and of grace. 
 
 The whole scene was now again changed, and became 
 a prospective with porticoes on each side, which seemed 
 to go in a great way ; in the middle was erected a?t 
 obelisk, all of silver, and in it lights of several colours; 
 on the side of this obelisk, standing on pedestals, were 
 the statues of the bridegroom and bride, all of gold in 
 gracious postures. This obelisk was of that height, that 
 the top thereof touched the highest clouds, and yet Sibylla 
 did draw it forth with a thread of gold. The grave 
 sage was in a robe of gold tuckt up before to her girdle, 
 a kirtle gathered full and of silver ; with a veil on her 
 head, being bare-necked, and bearittg in her hands a 
 scroll of parchment. 
 
2o6 DESCRIPTION, SPEECHES, AND SONGS 
 
 Entheus. Make clear the passage to Sibylla's sight, 
 
 Who with her trophy comes to crown this 
 
 night ; 
 And, as herself with music shall be led. 
 So shall she pull on with a golden thread 
 A high vast obelisk, dedicate to Fame, 
 Which immortality itself did frame. 
 Raise high your voices now ; like trumpets 
 
 fill 
 The room with sounds of triumph, sweet and 
 
 shriU. 
 
 A Song. 
 Come triumphing, come with state, 
 
 Old Sibylla, reverend dame ; 
 Thou keep'st the secret key of fate, 
 
 Preventing swiftest Fame. 
 This night breathe only words of joy. 
 And speak them plain, now be not coy. 
 
 Sibylla. 
 Debetur alto jure principium Jovi, 
 Volis del ipse vim meis, dictis fidem. 
 Utrinque decoris splendet egregiuni jubar ; 
 Medio triumphus mole stat dignus sua, 
 Ccelumque summo capite dilectum petit. 
 Quam pulchra ptilchro sponsa respondet viro! 
 Quam plena numittis ! Patrem vultu exprimit. 
 Parens futura masculae prolis, parens 
 Regum, imperatorum. Additur Germaniae 
 Robur Britannicum : ecquid esse par potest f 
 Utramque pmget una mens gentem, fides, 
 Deique cultus unus, et simplex amor. 
 
OF THE LORDS' MASQUE. 207 
 
 Idem erit utrique hostis, sodalis idem, idem 
 Votum. periclitantium, atque eadem manus. 
 Favebit illis pax,favebit bellica 
 Fortuna, semper aderit adjutor Deus. 
 Sic, sic Sibyllas vocibus nee his deest 
 Pondus, tiec hoc inane monumentujn ' trahit. 
 Et aureuvi est, et quale necjlammas timet, 
 Necfulgura, ipsi quippe sacratur Jovi. 
 
 Pro. The good old sage is silenced, her free tongue 
 That made such melody, is now unstrung : 
 Then grace her trophy with a dance triumphant ; 
 Where Orpheus is none can fit music want. 
 
 A song and dance triumphant of the masquers. 
 
 I. 
 
 Dance, dance ! and visit now the shadows of our joy, 
 
 All in height, and pleasing state, your changed forms 
 
 employ. 
 And as the bird of Jove salutes with lofty vring the 
 
 morn, 
 So mount, so fly, these trophies to adorn. 
 Grace them with all the sounds and motions of delight. 
 Since all the earth cannot express a lovelier sight. 
 View them with triumph, and in shades the truth adore : 
 No pomp or sacrifice can please Jove's greatness more. 
 
 2. 
 Turn, turn ! and honour now the life these figures bear : 
 Lo, how heav'nly natures far above all art appear ! 
 
 ^ Old e4 " momumentum. " 
 
2o8 DESCRIPTION, SPEECHES, AND SONGS 
 
 Let their aspects revive in you the fire that shined so 
 
 late, 
 Still mount and still retain your heavenly state. 
 Gods were with dance and with music served of old, 
 Those happy days derived their glorious style from gold : 
 This pair, by Hymen joined, grace you with measures 
 
 then, 
 Since they are both divine and you are more than men. 
 
 Orph. Let here Sibylla's trophy stand, 
 Lead her now by either hand, 
 That she may approach yet nearer, 
 And the bride and bridegroom hear her 
 Bless them in her native tongue. 
 Wherein old prophecies she sung, 
 Which time to light hath brought. 
 She speaks that which Jove hath taught ; 
 Well may he inspire her now, 
 To make a joyful and true vow. 
 
 Sib. Sponsam sponse toro tene pudicatn, 
 
 Sponsuni sponsa tene toro picdicwn. 
 Noti haec u?tica nox datur beatis. 
 At vos perpetno haec beabit una 
 Prole multiplid, parique amore. 
 Laeta, acvera refert Sibylla; ab alto 
 Ipse Juppiter annuit loquenti. 
 
 Pro. So be it ever, joy and peace. 
 
 And mutual love give you increase. 
 That your posterity may grow 
 In fame, as long as seas do flow. 
 
 Enth. Live you long to see your joys. 
 
 In fair nymphs and princely boys ; 
 
OF THE LORDS MASQUE. 209 
 
 Breeding like the garden flowers, 
 Which kind heav'n draws with her warm 
 showers. 
 Orph. Enough of blessing, though too much 
 Never can be said to such ; 
 But night doth waste, and Hymen chides. 
 Kind to bridegrooms and to brides. 
 Then, singing, the last dance induce. 
 So let good night present excuse. 
 
 The Song. 
 
 No longer wrong the night 
 Of her Hymenffian right ; 
 A thousand Cupids call away, 
 Fearing the approaching day ; 
 The cocks already crow : 
 
 Dance then and go ! 
 
 The last new dance of the masquers, which concludes 
 all with a lively strain at their going out. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
The description of a Maske : presented in the Ban- 
 queting roome at Whitehall, on Saint Stephens night 
 last, At the Mariage of the Right Honourable the 
 Earle of Somerset: And the right noble the Lady 
 Frances Howard. Written by Thomas Campion. 
 Whereunto are a7inexed diuers choice Ayres composed 
 for this Maske that may be sung with a single voyce to 
 the Lute or Base- Viall. London Printed by E. A. for 
 Laurence Li'sle, dwelling in Paules Church-yard, at 
 the signe of the Tygers head. 1614. 410. 
 
 The ill-omened marriage of Robert Carr, Earl of Somerset, with 
 the divorced wife of the Earl of Essex was celebrated at Whitehall, 
 26 December, 1613, in the presence of the King, Queen, Prince 
 Charles, and many nobles and bishops. Campion's masque was 
 worthy of a better occasion. Chamberlain's account of the recep- 
 tion of the masque is by no means flattering. In a letter to 
 Mrs. Alice Carleton, sister to Sir Dudley Carleton, he writes : 
 " I hear Uttle or no commendation of the masque made by the 
 Lords that night, either for device or dancing, only it was rich 
 and costly" (Nichols's " Progresses of James I. , " ii. 725). He 
 had given the same unfavourable report about the masque that 
 Campion prepared for the Princess Elizabeth's marriage. 
 
Pulchro pulchra datur sociali fizdere ; amanti 
 Tandem, nubit amans ; ecquid amabilius ? 
 
 Verts 1 ut S7ipersint nupluB 
 Prtsite dupliciface: 
 Prcetendat alteram necesse 
 Hym^n, alterajn par est Amor. 
 
 Uni ego mallcm placitisse dodo, 
 Candida, etfastu sine judicanti, 
 Millium quam millibus imperitorum 
 Inque videntHm, 
 
 1 The same sentiment is more neatly and metrically expressed 
 in Campion's first book of Latin Epigrams (No. 68) : — 
 
 " De Nuptiis. 
 Rite ut celebres nuptias, 
 
 Dupla tibi face est opus ; 
 Prsetendat unum Hymen necesse, 
 
 At alteram par est Amor. " 
 
The description of a Masque, presented in the Banquet- 
 ing room at Whitehall, on St. Stephetis night last : 
 At the Marriage of the right Honourable the Earl 
 of Somerset, and the right noble the Lady Frances 
 Howard. 
 
 T N ancient times, when any man sought to shadow 
 -•- or heighten his invention, he had store of feigned 
 persons ready for his purpose, as satyrs, nymphs, and 
 their like : such were then in request and belief among 
 the vulgar. But in our days, although they have not 
 utterly lost their use, yet find they so little credit, that 
 our modern writers have rather transferred their fictions 
 to the persons of enchanters and commanders of spirits, 
 as that excellent poet Torquato Tasso hath done, and 
 many others. 
 
 In imitation of them (having a presentation in hand 
 for persons of high state) I grounded my whole inven- 
 tion upon enchantments and several transformations. 
 The workmanship whereof was undertaken by M. 
 Constantine,' an Italian, architect to our late Prince 
 Henry : but he being too much of himself, and no 
 way to be drawn to impart his intentions, failed so far 
 in the assurance he gave that the main invention, even 
 at the last cast, was of force drawn into a far narrower 
 compass than was from the beginning intended : the 
 description whereof, as it was performed, I will as 
 briefly as I can deliver. The place wherein the 
 masque was presented being the Banqueting house 
 at Whitehall : the upper part, where the state ^ is 
 placed, was theatred with pillars, scaffolds, and all 
 
 1 "To Constantine de Servi Prince Henry assigned a yearly 
 pension of ^^200 in July, 1612." — Nichols. 
 
 2 Chair of state. 
 
ai4 THE DESCRIPTION OF A MASQUE. 
 
 things answerable to the sides of the room. At the 
 lower end of the hall, before the scene, was made an 
 arch triumphal, passing beautiful, which enclosed the 
 whole works. The scene itself (the curtain being 
 drawn) was in this manner divided. 
 
 On the upper part there was formed a sky of clouds 
 very artificially shadowed. On either side of the scene 
 below was set a high promontory, and on either of 
 them stood three large pillars of gold : the one pro- 
 montory was bounded with a rock standing in the sea, 
 the other with a wood. In the midst between them 
 appeared a sea in perspective with ships, some cun- 
 ningly painted, some artificially sailing. On the front 
 of the scene, on either side, was a beautiful garden, 
 with six seats apiece to receive the masquers : behind 
 them the main land, and in the midst a pair of stairs 
 made exceeding curiously in the form of a scallop shell. 
 And in this manner was the eye first of all entertained. 
 After the King, Queen, and Prince were placed, and 
 preparation was made for the beginning of the masque, 
 there entered four Squires, who as soon as they ap- 
 proached near the presence, humbly bowing them- 
 selves, spake as followeth. 
 
 The first Squire. 
 
 That fruit that neither dreads the Syrian heats. 
 
 Nor the sharp frosts which churlish Boreas threats, 
 
 The fruit of peace and joy our wishes bring 
 
 To this high state, in a perpetual spring. 
 
 Then pardon (sacred majesty) our grief 
 
 Unreasonably that presseth for relief 
 
 The ground whereof (if your blest ears can spare 
 
THE DESCRIPTION OF A MASQUE. 215 
 
 A short space of attention) we'll declare. 
 Great Honour's herald, Fame, having proclaimed 
 This nuptial feast, and with it all enflamed, 
 From every quarter of the earth twelve ' knights 
 (In courtship seen, as well as martial fights) 
 Assembled in the continent, and there 
 Decreed this night a solemn service here. 
 For which, by six and six embarked they were 
 In several keels ; their sails for Britain bent. 
 But (they that never favoured good intent) 
 Deformed Error, that enchanting fiend, 
 And wing-tongued Rumour, his infernal friend. 
 With Curiosity and Credulity, 
 Both sorceresses, all in hate agree 
 Our purpose to divert ; in vain they strive, 
 For we in spite of them came near t'arrive. 
 When suddenly (as heaven and hell had met) 
 A storm confused against our tackle beat. 
 Severing the ships : but after what befel 
 Let these relate, my tongue's too weak to tell. 
 
 The second Squire. 
 A strange and sad ostent our knights distrest ; 
 For while the tempest's fiery rage increased, 
 About our decks and hatches, lo, appear 
 Serpents, as Lerna had been poured out there, 
 Crawling about us ; which fear to eschew, 
 The knights the tackle climbed, and hung in view. 
 When violently a flash of lightning came. 
 And from our sights did bear them in the flame : 
 Which past, no serpent there was to be seen, 
 And all was hushed, as storm had never been. 
 1 Old ed. "three." 
 
2i6 THE DESCRIPTION OF A MASQUE 
 
 The third Squire. 
 At sea their mischiefs grew, but ours at land, 
 For being by chance arrived, while our knights stand 
 To view their storm-tost friends on two cliffs near, 
 Thence, lo, they vanished, and six pillars were 
 Fixed in their footsteps ; pillars all of gold, 
 Fair to our eyes, but woeful to behold. 
 
 The fourth Squire. 
 Thus with prodigious hate and cruelty. 
 Our good knights for their love afflicted be ; 
 But, O, protect us now, majestic grace. 
 For see, those curst enchanters press in place 
 That our past sorrows wrought : these, these alone 
 Turn all the world into confusion. 
 
 Towards the end of this speech, two enchanters, 
 and two enchantresses appear : Error first, in a skin 
 coat scaled like a serpent, and an antic habit painted 
 with snakes, a hair of curled snakes, and a deformed 
 vizard. With him Rumour in a skin coat full of 
 winged tongues, and over it an antic robe ; on his head 
 a cap like a tongue, with a large pair of wings to it. 
 
 Curiosity in a skin coat full of eyes, and an antic 
 habit over it, a fantastic cap full of eyes. 
 
 Credulity in the like habil; painted with ears, and an 
 antic cap full of ears. 
 
 When they had whispered awhile as if they had 
 rejoiced at the wrongs which they had done to the 
 knights, the music and their dance began : straight 
 forth rushed the four Winds confusedly. 
 
 The Eastern Wind in a skin coat of the colour of the 
 sun-rising, with a yellow hair, and wings both on his 
 shoulders and feet. 
 
THE DESCRIPTION OF A MASQUE. 217 
 
 The Western Wind in a skin coat of dark crimson, 
 with crimson hair and wings. 
 
 The Southern Wind in a dark russet skin coat, hair 
 and wings suitable. 
 
 The Northern Wind in a grisled skin coat, with hair 
 and wings accordingly. 
 
 After them in confusion came the four Elements : 
 
 Earth, in a skin coat of grass green, a mantle 
 painted full of trees, plants and flowers, and on his 
 head an oak growing. 
 
 Water, in a skin coat waved, with a mantle full of 
 fishes, on his head a dolphin. 
 
 Air, in a sky-coloured skin coat, with a mantle 
 painted with fowl, and on his head an eagle. 
 
 Fire, in a skin coat, and a mantle painted with 
 flames, on his head a cap of flames, with a salamander 
 in the midst thereof. 
 
 Then entered the four parts of the earth in a con- 
 fused measure. 
 
 Europe in the habit of an empress, with an imperial 
 crown on her head. 
 
 Asia in a Persian lady's habit, with a crown on her 
 head. 
 
 Africa like a queen of the Moors, with a crown. 
 
 America in a skin coat of the colour of the juice of 
 mulberries, on her head large round brims of many- 
 coloured feathers, and in the midst of it a small croWn. 
 
 All these having danced together in a strange kind 
 of confusion, passed away, by four and four. 
 
 At which time, Eternity appeared in a long blue 
 taffeta robe, painted with stars, and on her head a 
 crown. 
 
 Next, came the three Destinies, in long robes of 
 
2i8 THE DESCRIPTION OF A MASQUE. 
 
 white taffeta like aged women, with garlands of Nar- 
 cissus flowers on their heads ; and in their left hands 
 they carried distaffs according to the descriptions of 
 Plato ' and Catullus, but in their right hands they 
 carried altogether a tree of gold. 
 
 After them, came Harmony with nine musicians 
 more, in long taffeta robes and caps of tinsel, with 
 garlands gilt, playing and singing this song. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 Vanish, vanish hence, confusion / 
 Dim not Hy metis golden light 
 
 With false illusion. 
 The Fates shall do him right, 
 And fair Eternity, 
 
 Who pass through all enchantments free. 
 
 Eternity sings alone. 
 Bring away this sacred tree. 
 The tree of grace and bounty. 
 
 Set it in Bel-Aftna's eye, 
 For she, she, only she 
 
 Can all knotted spells untie. 
 Pulled from the stock, let her blest hands convey 
 
 To any suppliant hand a bough, 
 
 And let that hand advance it now 
 Against a charm, that charm shall fade away. 
 
 Toward the end of this song the three Destinies set 
 the tree of gold before the Queen. 
 
 Chorus. 
 Since knightly valour rescues datnes distressed. 
 By virtuous dames let charmed knights be released. 
 
 1 See Plato De Re Pullica, 617, d, and Catullus De Nuptiis 
 Pelei et Thetidos. 
 
THE DESCRIPTION OF A MASQUE. 219 
 
 After this Chorus, one of the Squires speaks. 
 
 Since knights by valour rescue dames distrest, 
 
 Let them be by the Queen of Dames released. 
 
 So sing the Destinies, who never err, 
 
 Fixing this tree of grace and bounty here, 
 
 From which for our enchanted knights we crave 
 
 A branch, pulled by your sacred hand, to have ; 
 
 That we may bear it as the Fates direct, 
 
 And manifest your glory in th' effect. 
 
 In virtue's favour then, and pity now, 
 
 (Great Queen) vouchsafe us a divine touched bough. 
 
 At the end of this speech, the Queen pulled a branch 
 from the tree and gave it to a nobleman, who delivered 
 it to one of the squires. 
 
 A song while the Squires descend with the bough 
 toward the scene. 
 
 Go, happy man, like th' evening star, 
 Whose beains to bridegrooms welcome are : 
 May neither hag, nor fiend withstand 
 The power of thy victorious hand. 
 
 The tcncharmed knights surrender now, 
 
 By virtue of thy raised bough. 
 
 Away, enchantments / vanish quite. 
 
 No more delay our longing sight : 
 
 ' Tis fruitless to contend with Fate, 
 
 Who gives us power against your hate. 
 
 Brave knights, in courtly pomp appear, 
 For now are you long-looked-for here. 
 
220 THE DESCRIPTION OF A MASQUE. 
 
 Then out of the air a cloud descends, discovering six 
 of the knights alike, in strange and sumptuous attires, 
 and withall on either side of the cloud, on the two pro- 
 montories, the other six masquers are suddenly trans- 
 formed out of the pillars of gold ; at which time, while 
 they all come forward to the dancing place, this chorus 
 is sung, and on the sudden the whole scene is changed : 
 for whereas before all seemed to be done at the sea and 
 sea coast, now the promontories are suddenly removed , 
 and London with the Thames is very artificially pre- 
 sented in their place. 
 
 The Squire lifts up the bough. 
 
 Chorus. 
 Virtue and grace, in spite of cJiarms, 
 Have now redeemed our men-at-arms. 
 Therms no enchantment can withstand. 
 Where Fate directs the happy hand. 
 
 The masquers' first dance. 
 
 The third song of three parts, with a chorus of five 
 parts, sung after the first dance. 
 
 While dancing rests, fit place to music granting, 
 Good spells the Fates shall breathe, all envy daunting, 
 Kind ears with joy enchanting, chanting. 
 
 Chorus. 
 lo, lo Hymen. 
 
 Like looks, like hearts, like loves are linked together : 
 So must the Fates be pleased, so come they hether^ 
 To make this joy persever, ever. 
 
 1 An old form of " hither." 
 
THE DESCRIPTION OF A MASQUE. 221 
 
 Chorus. 
 lo, lo Hymen .' 
 
 Love decks the spring, her buds to th' air exposing, 
 Such fire here in these bridal breasts reposing. 
 We leave with charms enclosing, closing. 
 
 Chorus. 
 lo, lo Hymen ! 
 
 The masquers' second dance. 
 
 The fourth song, a dialogue of three, with a chorus 
 after the second dance. 
 
 1. Let us now sing 0/ Love's delight, 
 For he alone is lord to-night. 
 
 2. Some friendship between man and man ■prefer. 
 But I ih' affection between man and wife. 
 
 3. What good can be in life. 
 Whereof iw fruits appear? 
 
 1. Set is that tree in ill hour, 
 
 That yields neither fruit nor flower. 
 
 2. How can m.an perpetual be, 
 But in his own posterity ? 
 
 Chorus. 
 That pleasure is of all most bountiful and kind, 
 That fades not straight, but leaves a living joy behind. 
 
 After this dialogue the masquers dance with the 
 ladies, wherein spending as much time as they held 
 fitting, they returned to the seats provided for them. 
 
 Straight in the Thames appeared four barges with 
 skippers in them, and withall this song was sung. 
 
222 THE DESCRIPTION OF A MASQUE. 
 
 Come ashore, come, tnerry mates, 
 With your nimble heels and pates : 
 Summon ei/ry man his knight. 
 Enough honoured is this night. 
 Now, let your sea-born goddess come, 
 Quench these lights, and make all dtimb. 
 Some sleep; others let her call: 
 And so good-night to all, good-night to all. 
 
 At the conclusion of this song arrived twelve skippers 
 in red caps, with short cassocks and long flaps wide at 
 the knees, of white canvas striped with crimson, white 
 gloves and pumps, and red stockings : these twelve 
 danced a brave and lively dance, shouting and triumph- 
 ing after their manner. 
 
 After this followed the masquers' last dance, where- 
 with they retired. 
 
 At the embarking of the Knights, the Squires 
 approach the state and speak. 
 
 The first Squire. 
 All that was ever asked, by vow of Jove, 
 To bless a state with, plenty, honour, love. 
 Power, triumph, private pleasure, public peace, 
 Sweet springs, and Autumns filled with due increase. 
 All these, and what good else thought can supply, 
 Ever attend your triple majesty. 
 
 The second Squire. 
 All blessings which the Fates prophetic sung 
 At Peleus' nuptials, and whatever tongue 
 Can figure more, this night, and aye betide, 
 The honoured bridegroom and the honoured bride. 
 
THE DESCRIPTION OF A MASQUE. 223 
 
 All the Squires together. 
 Thus speaks in us th' affection of our knights, 
 Wishing your health, and myriads of good nights. 
 
 The squires' speeches being ended, this song is sung 
 while the boats pass away. 
 
 Haste aboard, haste now away ! 
 
 Hymen frowns at your delay. 
 
 Hymen doth long nights affect; 
 
 Yield him then his due respect. 
 
 The sea-born goddess straight will come. 
 
 Quench these lights, and make all dumb. 
 
 Some sleep J others she will call : 
 
 And so good-night to all, good-night to all. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
 [The Description is followed by Ayres, made iy seuerall Authors, 
 &c., which has a distinct title-page. The Ayres are the four 
 songs contained in the masque, with their musical notes. 
 " Bring away this sacred tree" (p. 218) was "made and exprest 
 by Mr. Nicholas Laneir, " an Italian musician who had settled in 
 England. "Go, happy man " (p. 219), " While dancing rests " 
 (p. 220), and "Come ashore " (p. 222), were " composed by Mr. 
 Coprario and sung by Mr. John Allen, and Mr. Laneir." After 
 these songs a ' ' song made by Th. Campion, and sung in the 
 Lords' Masque at the Count Palatine's Marriage, we have here 
 added, to fill up these empty pages." The song from the Lords' 
 Masque is " Woo her and win her he that can" (p. 202). Then 
 follows — 
 
 ' ' The names of the masquers. 
 
 1. The Duke of Lenox. 7. The Lord Scroope. 
 
 2. The Earl of Pembroke. 8. The Lord North. 
 
 3. The Earl of Dorset. 9. The Lord Hayes. 
 
 4. The Earl of Salisbury. 10. Sir Thomas Howard. 
 
 5. The Earl of Montgomery. 11. Sir Henry Howard. 
 
 6. The Lord Walden. 12. Sir Charles Howard. "] 
 
Observations in the Art of English Poesie. By 
 Thomas Campion. Wherein it is demonstratiuely 
 prooued, and by example confirmed, that the English 
 toong will receiue eight seuerall kinds of numbers, 
 proper to it selfe, which are all in this booke set forth, 
 and were neuer before this time by any tnan attempted. 
 Printed at London by Richard Field for Andrew Wise. 
 1602. 8vo. 
 
To THE Right Noble and Worthily Honoured, 
 
 THE Lord Buckhurst,^ Lord high 
 
 Treasurer of England. 
 
 T N two things (right honorable) it is generally agreed 
 -^ that man excels all other creatures, in reason and 
 speech : and in them by how much one man sur- 
 passeth another, by so much the nearer he aspires to 
 a celestial essence. 
 
 Poesy in all kind of speaking is the chief beginner 
 and maintainer of eloquence, not only helping the ear 
 with the acquaintance of sweet numbers, but also 
 raising the mind to a more high and lofty conceit. 
 For this end have I studied to induce a true form of 
 versifying into our language : for the vulgar and un- 
 artificial custom of riming hath, I know, deterred 
 many excellent wits from the exercise of English 
 poesy. The observations which I have gathered for 
 this purpose, I humbly present to your Lordship, as 
 to the noblest judge of poesy, and the most honorable 
 protector of all industrious learning ; which if your 
 honour shall vouchsafe to receive, who both in your 
 public and private poems have so divinely crowned 
 your fame, what man will dare to repine or not strive 
 to imitate them ? Wherefore with all humility I subject 
 
 1 Thomas Sackville, ist Baron Buckhurst, created Earl of 
 Dorset 13 March, 1603, d. 1608 ; author of the famous Induction 
 to the Mirrour for Magistrates and part-author of Gorboduc. 
 From the present dedication we learn that he had written other 
 things that were not published. 
 
223 
 
 myself and them to your gracious favour, beseeching 
 you in the nobleness of your mind to take in worth ' 
 so simple a present, which by some work drawn from 
 my more serious studies I will hereafter endeavour to 
 excuse. 
 
 Your Lordship's humbly devoted 
 
 Thomas Campion. 
 
 ' Take in worth = receive kindly. 
 
The Writer to his Book. 
 
 Whither thus hastes my little book so fast? 
 
 To Paul's Churchyard. What f in those cells to stand. 
 
 With one leaf like a rider's cloak put up 
 
 To catch a termer ' f or lie musty there 
 
 With rimes a term set out, or two, before f 
 
 Sojue ^ Tjuill redeem me. Few. Yes, read m.e too. 
 
 Fewer. Nay love nie. Now thou doafst, I see. 
 
 Will not our English Athens art defend? 
 
 Perhaps. Will lofty courtly wits not aim 
 
 Still at perfection? If I grant? I fly. 
 
 Whither? To Paul's. Alas, poor book, I rue 
 
 Thy rash self-love. Go, spread thy pap'ry wings; 
 
 Thy lightness cannot help or hurt tnyfame. 
 
 1 A name for those who visited London in term-time, the 
 fashionable season. 
 
 2 Here Campion is imitating Persius ("Quis leget haec? 
 Min' tu istud ais ? " &c. ), who was a favourite with the Eliza- 
 bethan poets. 
 
Observations in the Art of English Poesy, 
 BY Thomas Campion. 
 
 The first Chapter, entreating of numbers in general. 
 
 ' I ■'HERE is no writing too brief that, without ob- 
 J- scurity, comprehends the intent of the writer. 
 These my late observations in EngUsh poesy I have 
 thus briefly gathered, that they might prove the less 
 troublesome in perusing, and the more apt to be re- 
 tained in memory. And I will first generally handle 
 the nature of numbers. Number is discreta quantitas; 
 so that, when we speak simply of number, we intend 
 only the dissevered quantity ; but when we speak of a 
 poem written in number, we consider not only the 
 distinct number of the syllables, but also their value, 
 which is contained in the length or shortness of their 
 sound. As in music we do not say a strain of so many 
 notes, but so many sem'briefs (though sometimes 
 there are no more notes than sem'briefs), so in a verse 
 the numeration of the syllables is not so much to be 
 observed as their weight and due proportion. In 
 joining of words to harmony there is nothing more 
 offensive to the ear than to place a long syllable with 
 a short note, or a short syllable with a long note, 
 though in the last the vowel often bears it out. The 
 world is made by symmetry and proportion, and is in 
 that respect compared to music, and music to poetry : 
 for Terence saith, speaking of poets, artem qtii 
 
232 OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART 
 
 tractant ■musicam, confounding music and poesy 
 together. What music can there be where there is no 
 proportion observed? Learning first flourished in 
 Greece, from thence it was derived unto the Romans, 
 both diligent observers of the number, and quantity of 
 syllables, not in their verses only, but likewise in their 
 prose. Learning after the declining of the Roman 
 Empire, and the pollution of their language through the 
 conquest of the barbarians, lay most pitifully deformed, 
 till the time of Erasmus, Rewcline, Sir Thomas More, 
 and other learned men of that age, who brought the Latin 
 tongue again to light, redeeming it with much labour 
 out of the hands of the illiterate monks and friars : as 
 a scoffing book, entituled Epistola obscurorum mrorum, 
 may sufficiently testify. In those lack-learning times, 
 and in barbarized Italy, began that vulgar and easy kind 
 of poesy which is now in use throughout most parts of 
 Christendom, which we abusively call rime ' and metre, 
 of rithmus and metrum, of which I will now discourse. 
 
 The second Chapter, declaring the unaptness of rime 
 
 in poesy. 
 I am not ignorant that whosoever shall by way of 
 reprehension examine the imperfections of rime, must 
 encounter with many glorious enemies, and those very 
 expert, and ready at their weapon, that can, if need 
 be, extempore (as they say) rime a man to death. 
 Besides there is grown a kind of prescription in the 
 use of rime, to forestall the right of true numbers, as 
 also the consent of many nations, against all which it 
 
 1 The old-fashioned notion that rime or rhyme was derived 
 from rhythmos is, of course, erroneous. 
 
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 may seem a thing almost impossible and vain to con- 
 tend. All this and more can not yet deter me from a 
 lawful defence of perfection, or make me any whit the 
 sooner adhere to that which is lame and unbeseeming. 
 For custom, I allege that ill uses are to be abolished, 
 and that things naturally imperfect can not be per- 
 fected by use. Old customs, if they be better, why 
 should they not be recalled, as the yet ilourishing 
 custom of numerous poesy used among the Romans 
 and Grecians : but the unaptness of our tongues, and 
 the difficulty of imitation disheartens us ; again the 
 facihty and popularity of rime creates as many poets, 
 as a hot summer flies. But let me now examine the 
 nature of that which we call rime. By rime is under- 
 stood that which ends in the like sound, so that verses 
 in such manner composed, yield but a continual 
 repetition of that rhetorical figure which we term 
 similiter desinentia, and that being but figura verbi, 
 ought (as TuUy and all other rhetoricians have judi- 
 cially observed) sparingly to be used, lest it should 
 offend the ear with tedious affectation. Such was that 
 absurd following of the letter amongst our English so 
 much of late affected, but now hissed out of Paul's 
 Churchyard : which foolish figurative repetition crept 
 also into the Latin tongue, as it is manifest in the book 
 of P' cz}\t.d. praelia porcorum^ and another pamphlet 
 all of F', which I have seen imprinted ; but I will 
 leave these follies to their own ruin, and return to the 
 matter intended. The ear is a rational sense and a 
 chief judge of proportion, but in our kind of riming 
 
 1 Campion is referring to tlie Pugna Porcorum- per P. Porcium 
 foetam [Joan. Leonem], originally published in 1530. It begins — 
 " Plaudite, porcelli, porcorum pigra propago " &c. 
 
234 OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART 
 
 what proportion is there kept, where there remains 
 such a confused inequahty of syllables? Iambic and 
 trochaic feet which are opposed by nature, are by all 
 rimers confounded, nay oftentimes they place instead 
 of an iambic the foot Pyrrychius, consisting of two 
 short syllables, curtailing their verse, which they supply 
 in reading with a ridiculous, and unapt drawing of 
 their speech. As for example : 
 
 Was it my destiny, or dismal chance ? 
 In this verse the two last syllables of the word destiny, 
 being both short, and standing for a whole foot in the 
 verse, cause the line to fall out shorter than it ought 
 by nature. The like impure errors have in time of 
 rudeness been used in the Latin tongue, as the Car- 
 m.ina proverbialia ' can witness, and many other such 
 reverend babies.^ But the noble Grecians and Romans 
 whose skilful monuments outlive barbarism, tied them- 
 selves to the strict observation of poetical numbers, so 
 abandoning the childish titillation of riming, that it 
 was imputed a great error to Ovid for setting forth this 
 one riming verse, 
 
 Quoi caelum, stellas tot habet tua Roma puellas. 
 For the establishing of this argument, what better 
 confirmation can be had, than that of Sir Thomas 
 More in his book of Epigrams, where he makes two 
 sundry epitaphs upon the death of a singing-man at 
 Westminster,^ the one in learned numbers and disliked, 
 
 1 A volume of riming Latin proverbs entitled Carminum. 
 Proverbialium , , . Loci Covimunes in graiiam juvent-utis 
 selecti, 8vo. , publislied at London in 1577, passed through many 
 editions. 
 
 2 Old form of bahibles. 
 
 ' Here Campion seems to have made a slip. More's epitaphs 
 
OF ENGLISH POESY. 235 
 
 the other in rude rime and highly extolled : so that he 
 concludes, tales lactucas talia labra petunt, like lips, 
 like lettuce. But there is yet another fault in rime 
 altogether intolerable, which is, that it enforceth a man 
 oftentimes to abjure his matter, and extend a short 
 conceit beyond all bounds of art ; for in quatorzains, 
 methinks, the poet handles his subject as tyrannically 
 as Procrustes the thief his prisoners,^ whom when he 
 had taken, he used to cast upon a bed, which if they 
 were to short to fiU, he would stretch them longer, if 
 too long, he would cut them shorter. Bring before me 
 now any the most self-loved rimer, and let me see if 
 without blushing he be able to read his lame halting 
 rimes. Is there not a curse of nature laid upon such 
 rude poesy, when the writer is himself ashamed of it, 
 and the hearers in contempt caU it riming and 
 ballating ? What divine in his sermon, or grave 
 counsellor in his oration, will allege the testimony of a 
 rime ? But the divinity of the Romans and Grecians 
 was all written in verse ; and Aristotle, Galen, and the 
 books of aU the excellent philosophers are fviU of the 
 testimonies of the old poets. By them was laid the 
 foundation of all human wisdoin, and from them the 
 knowledge of all antiquity is derived. I will propound 
 but one question, and so conclude this point. If the 
 
 were on a singing-man at Abingdon. The riming epitaph 
 begins : — ■ 
 
 " Hie jacet Henricus, semper pietatis amicus ; 
 Nomen Abyngdon erat, si quis sua nomina quaerat," &c. 
 1 Ben J onson remembered this passage when, in conversation 
 with Dnimmond of Hawthomden, " He cursed Petrarch for 
 redacting verses into sonnets, which, he said, was like that 
 tyrant's bed where some who were too short were racked, others 
 too long cut short." 
 
236 OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART 
 
 Italians, Frenchmen and Spaniards, that with com- 
 mendation have written in rime, were demanded 
 whether they had rather the books they have published 
 (if their tongue would bear it) should remain as they 
 are in rime, or be translated into the ancient numbers 
 of the Greeks and Romans, would they not answer into 
 numbers ? What honour were it then for our English 
 language to be the first that after so many years of 
 barbarism could second the perfection of the indus- 
 trious Greeks and Romans? which how it may be 
 effected I wiU now proceed to demonstrate. 
 
 The third Chapter, of our English numbers.in general. 
 
 There are but three feet which generally distinguish 
 the Greek and Latin verses : the dactyl, consisting of 
 one long syllable and two short, as vlvere; the 
 trochee, of one long and one short, as vUd ; and the 
 iambic of one short and one long, as amor} The 
 spondee of two long, the tribrach of three short, the 
 anapsestic of two short and a long, are but as servants 
 to the first. Divers other feet, I know, are by the 
 grammarians cited, but to little purpose. The heroical 
 verse that is distinguished by the dactyl hath been 
 oftentimes attempted in our English tongue, but with 
 passing pitiful success ; and no wonder, seeing it is an 
 attempt altogether against the nature of our language. 
 For both the concourse of our monosyllables make our 
 verses unapt to slide ; and also, if we examine our 
 polysyllables, we shall find few of them, by reason of 
 their heaviness, willing to serve in place of a dactyl. 
 Thence it is, that the writers of English heroics do so 
 
 1 An unlucky example this ; for the second syllable of amor is 
 short. 
 
OF ENGLISH POESY. 237 
 
 often repeat Amyntas, Olympus, Avernus, Erinnis, 
 and such-like borrowed words, to supply the defect of 
 our hardly entreated dactyl. I could in this place set 
 down many ridiculous kinds of dactyls which they 
 use, but that it is not my purpose here to incite men to 
 laughter. If we therefore reject the dactyl as unfit for 
 our use (which of necessity we are enforced to do) 
 there remain only the iambic foot, of which the iambic 
 , verse is framed, and the trochee from which the 
 trochaic numbers have their original. Let us now 
 then examine the property of these two feet, and try if 
 they consent with the nature of our English syllables. 
 And first for the iambics, they fall out so naturally in 
 our tongue, that if we examine our own vi^riters, we 
 shall find they unawares hit oftentimes upon the true 
 iambic numbers, but always aim at them as far as 
 their ear without the guidance of art can attain unto, 
 as it shall hereafter more evidently appear. The 
 trochaic foot, which is but an iambic turned over and 
 over, must of force in like manner accord in proportion 
 with our British syllables, and so produce an English 
 trochaical verse. Then having these two principal 
 kinds of verses, we may easily out of them derive other 
 forms, as the Latins and Greeks before us have done : 
 whereof I will make plain demonstration, beginning at 
 the iambic verse. 
 
 The fourth Chapter, of the iambic verse. 
 I have observed, and so may any one that is either 
 practised in singing, or hath a natural ear able to time 
 a song, that the Latin verses of six feet, as the heroic 
 and iambic, or of five feet as the trochaic, are in 
 nature all of the same length of sound with our English 
 
238 OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART 
 
 verses of five feet ; for either of them, being timed with 
 the hand, quinque ■perficiunt tempora, they fill up the 
 quantity (as it were) of five sem'briefs ; as for example, 
 if any man will prove to time these verses with his 
 hand. 
 
 A pure iambic. 
 Suis et ipsa Roma viribus ruit. 
 
 A licentiate iambic. 
 Ducunt volentes fata, nolentes trahunt. 
 
 An heroic verse. 
 Tityre, tu patulce recubans sub tegminefagi. 
 
 A trochaic verse. 
 Nox est perpeiua una dormienda. 
 
 English iambics pure. 
 The more secure, the more the stroke we feel 
 Of unprevented harms; so gloomy storms 
 Appear the sterner if the day be clear. 
 
 The English iambic licentiate. 
 Hark how these winds do murmur at thy flight. 
 
 The English trochee. 
 Still where envy leaves, remorse doth enter. 
 
 The cause why these verses differing in feet yield the 
 same length of sound, is by reason of some rests which 
 either the necessity of the numbers, or the heaviness 
 of the syllables, do beget. For we find in music that 
 oftentimes the strains of a song cannot be reduced to 
 true number without some rests prefixed in the begin- 
 ning and middle, as also at the close if need requires. 
 Besides, our English monosyllables enforce many 
 breathings which no doubt greatly lengthen a verse, so 
 
OF ENGLISH POESY. 239 
 
 that it is no wonder if for these reasons our English 
 verses of five feet hold pace with the Latins of six. The 
 pure iambic in English needs small demonstration, 
 because it consists simply of iambic feet, but our 
 iambic licentiate offers itself to a farther consideration ; 
 for in the third and fifth place we must of force hold 
 the iambic foot ; in the first, second, and fourth place 
 we may use a spjndee or iambic and sometime a 
 tribrach or dactyl, but rarely an anapsestic foot, and 
 that in the second or fourth place. But why an iambic 
 in the third place ? I answer, that the forepart of the 
 verse may the gentlier slide into his dimetre, as for 
 example sake divide this verse : 
 
 Hark how these winds do murmur at thy flight. 
 
 Hark how these winds, there the voice naturally affects 
 a rest ; then murmur at thy flight, that is of itself a 
 perfect number, as I will declare in the next chapter ; 
 and therefore the other odd syllable between them 
 ought to be short, lest the verse should hang too much 
 between the natural pause of the verse, and the 
 dimetre following; the which dimetre, though it be 
 naturally trochaical, yet it seems to have his original 
 out of the iambic verse. But the better to confirm 
 and express these rules, 1 wiU set down a short poem 
 in licentiate iambics, which may give more light to 
 them that shall hereafter imitate these numbers. 
 
 Go, numbers, boldly ^ass, stay not for aid 
 
 Of shifting riine, that easy flatterer. 
 
 Whose witchcraft can the ruder ears beguiles 
 
 Let your smooth feet, inured to purer art. 
 
 True measures tread. What if your pace be slow, 
 
240 OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART 
 
 And hops not like the Grecian elegies ? 
 It is yet graceful, and well fits the state 
 Of words ill-breathed and not shaped to run. 
 Go then, but slowly, till your steps be firm j 
 Tell them that pity, or perversely scorn, 
 Poor English poesy as the slave to rime, . 
 You are those lofty numbers that revive , 
 Triumphs of princes, and stern tragedies : 
 And learn henceforth f attend those happy sprites 
 Whose bounding fury height and weight affects. 
 Assist their labour, and sit close to them. 
 Never to part away till for desert 
 Their brows with great Apollo's bays are hid. 
 He first taught number and true harmony. 
 Nor is the laurel his for rime bequeathed j 
 Call him with numerous accents paised^ by art, 
 H^ll turn his glory from the sunny climes 
 The North-bred wits alone to patronise : 
 Let France their Bartas, Italy Tasso praise j 
 Phcebus shuns none but in their fiight from him. 
 
 Though, as I said before, the natural breathing-place 
 of our English iambic verse is in the last syllable of 
 the second foot, as our trochee after the manner of 
 the Latin heroic and iambic rests naturally in the 
 first of the third foot ; yet no man is tied altogether to 
 observe this rule, but he may alter it, after the judg- 
 ment of his ear, which poets, orators, and musicians 
 of all men ought to have most excellent. Again, 
 though I said peremptorily before, that the third, and 
 fifth place of our licentiate iambic must always hold an 
 
 ' Weighed. 
 
OF ENGLISH POESY. 241 
 
 iambic foot, yet I will shew you example in both 
 places where a tribrach may be very formally taken, 
 and first in the third place : 
 
 Some trade in Barbary, some in Turkey trade. 
 
 Another example : 
 Men that do fall to misery., quickly fall. 
 
 If you doubt whether the first of misery be naturally 
 short or no, you may judge it by the easy sliding of 
 these two verses following. 
 
 The first : 
 
 Whom misery cannot alter, time devours. 
 
 The second : 
 
 What more unhappy life, what misery more ? 
 
 Example of the tribrach in the fifth place, as you may 
 perceive in the last foot of the fourth ^ verse : 
 
 Some from the starry throne his fame derives, 
 Some from, the tnines beneath, from trees or herbs: 
 Each hath his glory, each his sundry gift. 
 Renowned in every art there lives not any. 
 
 To proceed farther, I see no reason why the English 
 iambic in his first place may not as well borrow a foot 
 of the trochee as our trochee, or the Latin hendeca- 
 syllable, may in the like case make bold with the 
 iambic : but it must be done ever with this caveat, 
 which is, that a spondee, dactyl, or tribrach do supply 
 the next place : for an iambic beginning with a single 
 
 ■ Olded. "fift." 
 R 
 
242 OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART 
 
 short syllable, and the other ending before with the 
 like, would too much drink up the verse if they came 
 immediately together. 
 
 The example of the spondee after the trochee : 
 As the fair sun the lightsome heai/n adorns. 
 
 The example of the dactyl. 
 Noble, ingenious, and discreetly wise. 
 
 The example of the tribrach. 
 Beauty to jealousy brings joy, sorrow, fear. 
 
 Though I have set down these second licenses as 
 good and airable enough, yet for the most part my 
 first rules are general. 
 
 These are those numbers which nature in our English 
 destinates to the tragic and heroic poem : for the 
 subject of them both being all one, I see no 
 impediment why one verse may not serve for them 
 both, as it appears more plainly in the old comparison 
 of the two Greek writers, when they say, Homerus est 
 Sophocles heroiciis, and again, Sophocles est Hojnerus 
 tragicus, intimating that both Sophocles and Homer 
 are the same in height and subject, and differ only in 
 the kind of their numbers. 
 
 The iambic verse in like manner being yet made a 
 little more licentiate, that it may thereby the nearer 
 serve for comedies, and then may we use a spondee 
 in the fifth place, and in the third place any foot 
 except a trochee, which never enters into our iambic 
 verse but in the first place, and then with his caveat 
 of the other feet which must of necessity follow. 
 
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 The fifth Chapter, of the iambic dimetre, or English 
 march. 
 
 The dimetre (so called in the former chapter) I 
 intend next of all to handle, because it seems to be a 
 part of the iambic, which is our most natural and 
 ancient English verse. We may term this our English 
 march, because the verse answers our warlike form of 
 march in similitude of number. But call it what you 
 please, for I will not wrangle about names, only in- 
 tending to set down the nature of it and true structure. 
 It consists of two feet and one odd syllable. The first 
 foot may be made either a trochee, or a spondee, or 
 an iambic at tfie pleasure of the composer, though 
 most naturally that place affects a trochee or spondee ; 
 yet by the example of CatuUus in his hendecasyllables, 
 I add in the first place sometimes an iambic foot. In 
 the second place we must ever insert a trochee or 
 tribrach, and so leave the last syllable (as in the end of 
 a verse it is always held) common. Of this kind I will 
 subscribe three examples, the first being a piece of 
 chorus in a tragedy. 
 
 Raving war, begot 
 In the thirsty sands 
 Of the Libyan Isles, 
 Wastes our empty fields ; 
 What the greedy rage 
 Of fell wintry storms 
 Could not turn to spoil, 
 Fierce Bellona now 
 Hath laid desolate. 
 
244 OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART 
 
 Void of fruit, or hope. 
 TK eager thrifty hind, 
 Whose rude toil revived 
 Our sky-blasted earth, 
 Himself is but earth. 
 Left a scorn to fate 
 Through seditious arms : 
 And that soil, alive 
 Which he duly nnirst, 
 Which him djdy fed. 
 Dead his body feeds : 
 Yet not all the glebe 
 His tough hands manured 
 Now one turf affords 
 His poor funeral. 
 Thus still needy lives. 
 Thus still needy dies 
 TK unknown multitude. 
 
 An example lyrical. 
 
 Greatest in thy wars. 
 Greater in thy peace. 
 Dread Elizabeth ; 
 Our muse only truth. 
 Figments cannot use. 
 Thy rich name to deck 
 That itself adorns : 
 But should now this age 
 Let all poesy feign. 
 Feigning poesy could 
 Nothing feign at all 
 Worthy half thy fame. 
 
OF ENGLISH POESY. 245 
 
 An example epigrammical. 
 
 Kind in every kind 
 This, dear Ned, resolve. 
 Never of thy praise 
 Be too prodigal J 
 He that praiseth all 
 Can praise truly none. 
 
 The sixth Chapter, of the English trochaic verse. 
 
 Next in course to be entreated of is the English 
 trochaic, being a verse simple, and of itself depending. 
 It consists, as the Latin trochaic of five feet, the first 
 whereof may be a trochee, a spondee, or an iambic, 
 the other four of necessity all trochees, still holding 
 this rule authentical, that the last syllable of a verse is 
 always common. The spirit of this verse most of all 
 delights in epigrams, but it may be diversely used, as 
 shall hereafter be declared. I have written divers light 
 poems in this kind, which for the better satisfaction of 
 the reader, I thought convenient here in way of example 
 to publish. In which though sometimes under a known 
 name I Jiave shadowed a feigned conceit, yet is it done 
 without reference, or offence to any person, and only 
 to make the style appear the more English. 
 
 The first Epigram. 
 
 Lockly spits apace, the rheum he calls it. 
 But no drop (though often urged) he straineth 
 From his thirsty jaws, yet all the morning 
 And all day he spits, in eifry corner ; 
 
246 OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART 
 
 At his meals he spits, at ev'ry meeting; 
 At the bar he spits before the fathers j 
 In the court he spits before the graces; 
 In the church he spits, thus all profaning 
 With thai rude disease, that empty spitting: 
 Yet no cost he spares, he sees the doctors. 
 Keeps a strict diet, precisely useth 
 Drinks and baths drying, yet all prevails not. 
 'Tis not China {Lockly), Salsa Guacum, 
 Nor dry Sassafras can help, or ease thee; 
 'Tis no humour hurts, it is thy humour. 
 
 The second Epigram. 
 
 Cease, fond wretch, to love, so oft deluded. 
 Still tnade rich with hopes, still unrelieved. 
 Now fly her delays; she that debateth 
 Feels not true desire; he that, deferred, 
 Other^ times attends, his own betray eth : 
 Learn t affect thyself, thy cheeks deformed 
 With pale care revive by timely pleasure. 
 Or with scarlet heat them, or by paintings 
 Make thee lovely; for such art she useth 
 Whom in vain so long thy folly loved. 
 
 The third Epigram. 
 
 Kate can fancy only beardless husbands, 
 That's the cause she shakes off ev'ry suitor, 
 That's the cause she lives so stale a virgin. 
 For before her heart can heat her answer. 
 Her smooth youths she finds all hugely bearded. 
 
OF ENGLISH POESY. 247 
 
 The fourth Epigram. 
 
 All in satin Oteny will be suited, 
 Beaten ' satin {as by chance he calls it); 
 Oteny sure will hdve the bastinado. 
 
 The fifth Epigram. 
 Toasts as snakes or as the mortal henbane 
 Hunks detests when huffcap ^ ale he tipples. 
 Yet the bread he grants the fumes abateth : 
 Therefore apt in ale : truej and he grants it; 
 But it drinks up ale : that Hunks detesteth. 
 
 The sixth Epigram. 
 What though Harry brags, let hi^n be noble; 
 Noble Harry hath not half a noble. 
 
 The seventh Epigram. 
 
 Phcebe, all the rights Elisa claimeth. 
 Mighty rival, in this only differing 
 That she's only true, thou only feigned. 
 
 The eighth Epigram. 
 Barnsy ^ stiffly vows that h^s no cuckold. 
 Yet the vulgar ev'rywhere salutes him 
 
 1 I have often met the expression "beaten satin " or "beaten 
 silk," but I am not sure that I understand what it means. In the 
 absence of any authoritative explanation I suggest that " beaten " 
 may mean " embroidered. " Cf. Guilpiu's "Skialetheia," epigram 
 
 S3 — 
 
 " He wears a jerkin cudgelled with gold lace. " 
 
 2 A term for strong ale. 
 
 3 In spite of Campion's assertion that "though sometimes 
 under a known name I have shadowed a feigned conceit, yet 
 is it done without reference or offence to any person," this 
 epigram seems to refer to Bamabe Barnes and Gabriel Harvey. 
 
248 OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART 
 
 With strange signs of horns, from ei/ry corner j 
 Wheresoe'er he comes a sundry cuckoo 
 Still frequents his ears, yet he's no cuckold. 
 But this Bartizy knows that his Matilda 
 Scorning him with Harvy plays the wanton j 
 Knows itf nay desires it, and by prayers 
 Daily begs of heaven, that it for ever 
 May stand firm for him, yet he's no cuckold : 
 And 'tis true, for Haruy keeps Matilda, 
 Fosters Barnzy, and relieves his household, 
 Buys the cradle, and begets the children, 
 Pays the nurses, ev'ry charge defraying. 
 And thus truly plays MatildcCs husband: 
 So that Bartizy now becomes a cipher 
 And himself tK aduWrer of Matilda. 
 Mock not him with horns, the case is altered; 
 Harvy bears the wrong, he proves the cuckold. 
 
 The ninth Epigram. 
 
 Btiffe loves fat viands, fat ale, fat all things. 
 Keeps fat whores, fat offices, yet all men 
 Him fat only wish to feast the gallows. 
 
 The tenth Epigram. 
 
 Smith, by suit divorced, the known adult'ress 
 Freshly weds again; what ails the mad-cap 
 By this fury ? ei/n so thieves by frailty 
 Of their hemp reserved, again the dismal 
 Tree emir ace, again the fatal halter. 
 
 The eleventh Epigram. 
 
 His late loss the wiveless Higs in order 
 Ev'rywhere bewails to friends, to strangers; 
 
OF ENGLISH POESY. 249 
 
 Tells them how by night a youngster armed 
 Sought his wife (as hand in hand he held her) 
 With drawn sword to force j she cried, he mainly 
 Roaring ran for aid, but {ah), retwning. 
 Fled was with the prize the beautyforcer, 
 Whom in vain he seeks, he threats, he follows. 
 Changed is Helen, Helen hugs the stranger 
 Safe as Paris in the Greek triumphing. 
 Therewith his reports to tears he turneth, 
 Pierced through with the lovely datne^s remembrance j 
 Straight he sighs, he raves, his hair he teareth. 
 Forcing pity still by fresh lamenting. 
 Cease, unworthy, worthy of thy fortutus. 
 Thou that couldst so fair a prize deliver, 
 For fear unregarded, undefended, 
 Hadst no heart I think, I know no liver?- 
 
 The twelfth Epigram. 
 
 Why droopst thou, Trefeild? will Hurst the banker 
 Make dice of thy bones ? by heai/n he camiot. 
 Cannot ? What's the reason ? Til declare it. 
 They're all grown so pocky and so rotten. 
 
 The seventh Chapter, of the English elegiac verse. 
 
 The elegiac verses challenge the next place, as 
 being of aU compound verses the simplest. They are 
 derived out of our own natural numbers as near the 
 imitation of the Greeks and Latins as our heavy 
 syllables will permit. The first verse is a mere 
 licentiate iambic ; the second is framed of two united 
 ^ The liver was supposed to be the seat of love. 
 
250 OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART 
 
 dimetres. In the first dimetre we are tied to make 
 the first foot either a trochee or a spondee, the 
 second a trochee and the odd syllable of it alwaj's 
 long. The second dimetre consists of two trochees 
 (because it requires more swiftness than the first) and 
 an odd syllable, which being last, is ever common. I 
 will give you example both of elegy and epigram, in 
 this kind. 
 
 An Elegy. 
 
 Constant to none, but ever false to me, 
 
 Traitor still to love through thy faint desires. 
 Not hope of pity now nor vain redress 
 
 Turns my griefs to tears and renewed laments. 
 Too well thy empty vows and hollow thoughts 
 
 Witness both thy wrongs and remorseless heart. 
 Rue not my sorrow, but blush at my name. 
 
 Let thy bloody cheeks guilty thoughts betray. 
 My flames did tndy burn, thine m.ade a show. 
 
 As fires painted are which no heat retain, 
 Or as the glossy pyrop feigns to blase. 
 
 But, touched, cold appears, and an earthy stone. 
 True colours deck thy cheeks, false foils thy breast. 
 
 Frailer than thy light beauty is thy mind. 
 None canst thou long refuse, nor long affect. 
 
 But turn' st fear with hopes, sorrow with delight. 
 Delaying, and deluding ev'ry way 
 
 Those whose eyes are once with thy beauty chained. 
 Thrice happy man that ent'ring first thy love, 
 
 Can so guide the straight reins of his desires. 
 That both he can regard thee, and refrain : 
 
 If graced firm he stands, if not, easHy falls. 
 
OF ENGLISH POESY. 251 
 
 Example of Epigrams, in elegiac verse. 
 The first Epigram. 
 Arthur brooks only those that brook not him, 
 
 Those he most regards, and devoutly serves : 
 But them that grace him his great brai/ry scorns. 
 
 Counting kindness all duty, not desert : 
 Arthur wants forty pounds, tries ^ ei/ry friend. 
 But finds none that holds twenty due for him. 
 
 The second Epigram. 
 
 If fancy cannot err which virtue guides, 
 In thee, Laura, then fancy cannot err. 
 
 The third Epigram. 
 Drue feasts no Puritans j the churls, he saith, 
 Thank no men, but eat, p7'aise God, and depart. 
 
 The fourth Epigram. 
 
 A wise man wary lives, yet most secure, 
 Sorrows move not him greatly, nor delights. 
 
 Fortune and death he scorning, only makes 
 
 Th' earth his sober inn^ but still hgav'n his home. 
 
 The fifth Epigram. 
 Thou telPst me, Barnzy^ Dawson hath a wife : 
 Thine he hath, I grant ; Dawson hath a wife. 
 
 1 Old ed. " tyres." 
 
 2 Cf. the last two stanzas of " The man of life upright " (p. 21). 
 
 3 Again the reference is to Bamabe Barnes ; and tlie same 
 remark applies to the seventh Epigram. 
 
2S2 OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART 
 
 The sixth Epigram. 
 
 Drue gives thee money, yet thou thanKst not him, 
 But thanKst God for him, like a godly man. 
 
 Suppose, rude Puritan, thou begst of him., 
 And he saith " God help ! " who's the godly man ? 
 
 The seventh Epigram. 
 
 All wonders Barnzy speaks, all grossly feigned : 
 Speak some wonder once, Barnzy j speak the truth. 
 
 The eighth Epigram. 
 
 None then should through thy beauty, Laura, pine. 
 Might sweet words alone ease a love-sick heart : 
 
 But your sweet words alone, that quit so well 
 Hope of friendly deeds, kill the love-sick heart. 
 
 The ninth Epigram. 
 
 At all thou frankly throw'st, while Frank, thy wife. 
 Bars not Luke the mains Oteny bar the bye. 
 
 The eighth Chapter, of ditties and odes. 
 
 To descend orderly from the more simple numbers 
 to them that are more compounded, it is now time to 
 handle such verses as are fit for ditties or odes ; 
 which we may call lyrical, because they are apt to be 
 sung to an instrument, if they were adorned with 
 convenient notes. Of that kind I will demonstrate 
 three in this chapter, and in the first we will proceed 
 after the manner of the Sapphic, which is a trochaical 
 verse as well as the hendecasyllable in Latin. The 
 first three verses therefore in our English Sapphic are 
 
OF ENGLISH POESY. 233 
 
 merely those trochaics which I handled in the sixth 
 chapter, excepting only that the first foot of either of 
 them must ever of necessity be a spondee to make the 
 nmnber more grave. The fourth and last closing 
 verse is compounded of three trochees together, to 
 give a more smooth farewell, as you may easily observe 
 in this poem made upon a triumph at Whitehall, 
 whose glory was dashed with an unwelcome shower, 
 hindering the people from the desired sight of her 
 Majesty. 
 
 The English Sapphic. 
 
 Faith's pure shield, the Christian Diana, 
 England's glory crowned with all divineTUSs, 
 Live long with triumphs to bless thy people 
 
 At thy sight triumphing. 
 Lo, they sound; the knights, in order armed, 
 Ent'ring threat the list, addressed to combat 
 For their courtly loves; he, he's the wonder 
 
 Whom Eliza graceth. 
 Their plumed pomp the vulgar heaps detaineth. 
 And rough steeds : let us the still devices 
 Close observe, the speeches and the musics 
 Peaceful arms adorning. 
 But whence show'rs so fast this angry tempest. 
 Clouding dim the place ? behold, Elisa 
 This day shines not here ! this heard, the lances 
 And thick heads do vanish. 
 
 The second kind consists of dimetre, whose first foot 
 may either be a spondee or a trochee. The two verses 
 following are both of them trochaical, and consist of 
 four feet, the first of either of them being a spondee or 
 
254 OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART 
 
 trochee, the other three only trochees. The fourth 
 and last verse is made of two trochees. The number 
 is voluble and fit to express any amorous conceit. 
 
 The example. 
 
 Rose-cheeked Laura, come; 
 
 Sing thou smoothly with thy beauty's 
 
 Silent music, either other 
 Sweetly gracing. 
 
 Lovely forms do flow 
 
 From concent divinely framed ; 
 
 Heav'n is music, and thy beauty's 
 Birth is heavenly. 
 
 These dull notes we sing 
 
 Discords need for helps to grace them, 
 
 Only beauty purely loving 
 Knows no discord. 
 
 But still moves delight, 
 
 Like clear springs renewed by flowing. 
 
 Ever perfect, ever in them- 
 selves eternal. 
 
 The third kind begins as the second kind ended, 
 with a verse consisting of two trochee feet ; and then, 
 as the second kind had in the middle two trochaic 
 verses of four feet, so this hath three of the same nature, 
 and ends in a dimetre as the second begun. The 
 dimetre may allow in the first place a trochee or a 
 spondee, but no iambic. 
 
 The example. 
 fust beguiler. 
 Kindest love, yet only chastest, 
 
OF ENGLISH POESY. 255 
 
 Royal in thy smooth denials. 
 Frowning or demurely smiling. 
 Still 7iiy pure delight. 
 
 Let me view thee 
 With thoughts and with eyes affected, 
 And if then the flames do murmur. 
 Quench them, with thy virtue, charm them 
 
 With thy stormy brows. 
 
 Heav'n so cheerful 
 Laughs not ever, hoary winter 
 Ktiows his season; even the freshest 
 Summer morns from angry thunder 
 
 fet ^ not still secure. 
 
 The ninth Chapter, of the Anacreontic verse. 
 If any shall demand the reason why this number 
 being in itself simple, is placed after so many com- 
 pounded numbers, I answer, because I hold it a num- 
 ber too licentiate for a higher place, and in respect of 
 the rest imperfect, yet is it passing graceful in our 
 English tongue, and will excellently fit the subject of a 
 madrigal, or any other lofty or tragical matter. It 
 consists of two feet, the first may be either a spondee 
 or trochee, the other must ever represent the nature 
 of a trochee, as for example : 
 
 Follow, follow, 
 Though with mischief 
 Armed, like whirlwind 
 Now she flies thee ; 
 Time can conquer 
 Lov^s unkindnesSj- 
 ^ " Jet " = walk proudly. 
 
2S6 OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART 
 
 Love can alter 
 Tim^s disgraces : 
 Till death faint not 
 Then, but follow. 
 Could I catch that 
 Ni7nble traitor 
 Scornful Laura, 
 Swift foot Laura, 
 Soon then would I 
 Seek avengement. 
 Whafs th' avengement f 
 Ei/n submissly 
 Prostrate then to 
 Beg for mercy. 
 
 Thus have I briefly described eight several kinds of 
 English numbers simple or compound. The first was 
 our iambic pure and licentiate. The second, that 
 which I call our dimetre, being derived either from 
 the end of our iambic, or from the beginning of our 
 trochaic. The third which I delivered was our English 
 trochaic verse. The fourth our English elegiac. The 
 fifth, sixth, and seventh, were our English Sapphic and 
 two other lyrical numbers, the one beginning with that 
 verse which I call our dimetre, the other ending with 
 the same. The eighth and last was a kind of Ana- 
 creontic verse, handled in this chapter. These num- 
 bers which by my long observation I have found agree- 
 able with the nature of our syllables, I have set forth 
 for the benefit of our language, which I presume the 
 learned will not only initiate, but also polish and 
 amplify with their own inventions. Some ears accus- 
 tomed altogether to the fatness of rime, may perhaps 
 
OF ENGLISH POESY. 257 
 
 except against the cadences of these numbers, but let 
 any man judicially examine them, and he shall find 
 they close of themselves so perfectly, that the help of 
 rime were not only in them superfluous, but also absurd. 
 Moreover, that they agree with the nature of our 
 English it is manifest, because they entertain so 
 willingly our own British names, which the writers in 
 English heroics could never aspire unto, and even our 
 rimers themselves have rather delighted in borrowed 
 names than in their own, though much more apt and 
 necessary. But it is now time that I proceed to the 
 censure of our syllables, and that I set such laws upon 
 them as by imitation, reason, or experience, I can con- 
 firm. Yet before I enter into that discourse, I will 
 briefly recite and dispose in order all such feet as are 
 necessary for composition of the verses before de- 
 scribed. They are six in number, three whereof con- 
 sist of two syllables, and as many of three. 
 
 Feet of two syllables. 
 Iambic: \ r revenge 
 
 Trochaic: > as ■! beauty 
 Spondee: ) \ constant 
 
 Feet of three syllables. 
 Tribrach: ^ r misery 
 
 Anapaestic : > as < miseries 
 Dactyl: ) I destiny. 
 
 The tenth Chapter, of the quantity of English syllables. 
 
 The Greeks in the quantity of their syllables were 
 far more licentious than the Latins, as Martial in his 
 epigram of Earinon witnesseth, saying, Musas qui 
 S 
 
2s8 OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART 
 
 \ 
 colimus severiores. But the English may very well 
 challenge much more license than either of them, by 
 reason it stands chiefly upon monosyllables, which in 
 expressing with the voice, are of a heavy carriage, and 
 for that cause the dactyl, tribrach, and anapaestic are 
 not greatly missed in our verses. But above all the 
 accent of our words is diligently to be observed, for 
 chiefly by the accent in any language the true value of 
 the syllables is to be measured. Neither can I re- 
 member any impediment except position that can 
 alter the accent of any syllable in our English verse. 
 For though we accent the second of Trumpington 
 short, yet is it naturally long, and so of necessity must 
 be held of every composer. Wherefore the first rule 
 that is to be observed is the nature of the accent, 
 which we must ever follow. 
 
 The next rule is position, which makes every syllable 
 long, whether the position happens in one or in two 
 words, according to the manner of the Latins, wherein 
 is to be noted that h is no letter. 
 
 Position is when a vowel comes before two con- 
 sonants, either in one or two words. In one, as in 
 best, e before st, makes the word best long by position. 
 In two words, as in settled love : e before d in the last 
 syllable of the first word, and / in the beginning of the 
 second makes led in settled long by position. 
 
 A vowel before a vowel is always short, as filing^ 
 dung, going, unless the accent alter it, as in denting. 
 
 The diphthong in the midst of a word is always long, 
 as plating, deceiving. 
 
 The synatephas or elisions in our tongue are 
 either necessary to avoid the hollowness and gaping 
 ' I have keptthe old spelling mfliing, diing, &c. 
 
OF ENGLISH POESY. 259 
 
 in our verse as to, and the, t'enchant, th' enchanter, or 
 may be used at pleasure, as for let us to say let's; for 
 ■we will, we 'II; for every, ei/ry; for they are, th' are; 
 for he is, he's; for admired, admi?-'d; and such 
 like. 
 
 Also, because our English orthography (as the 
 French) differs from our common pronunciation, we 
 must esteem our syllables as we speak, not as we 
 write ; for the sound of them in a verse is to be valued, 
 and not their letters ; as for follow, we pronounce 
 folio; ioT perfect, perfet; {or little, littel ; ior love-sick, 
 love-sik; for honour, honor; for money, mony; for 
 dangerous, dangerus; for raunsoine, raunsum; for 
 though, tho; and their like. 
 
 Derivatives hold the quantities of their primitives, 
 as dSvout, devoutly, prdfane, profanely ; and so do the 
 compositives, as desen/d, piideserv'd. 
 
 In words of two syllables, if the last have a full and 
 rising accent that sticks long upon the voice, the first 
 syllable is always short, unless position, or the diph- 
 thong doth make it long, as desire, preserve, define, 
 profane, regard, manure, and such like. 
 
 If the like dissyllables at the beginning have double 
 consonants of the same kind, we may use the first 
 syllable as common, but more naturally short, because 
 in their pronunciation we touch but one of those 
 double letters, as dtend, dpear, dpose. The like 
 we may say when silent and melting consonants meet 
 together, as adrest, redrest, oprest, represt, retrtv'd, 
 and such like. 
 
 Words of two syllables that in their last syllable 
 maintain a flat or falling accent, ought to hold their 
 first syllable long, as rigor, glory, spirit, fury, IdboUr, 
 
26o OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART 
 
 and the like : dny, many, prety, holy, and their like, 
 are excepted. 
 
 One observation which leads me to judge of the 
 difference of these dissyllables whereof 1 last spake, I 
 take from the original monosyllable ; which if it be 
 grave, as shade, I hold that the first of shady must be 
 long ; so trite, triily; have, having; tire, tiring. 
 
 Words of three syllables for the most part are 
 derived from words of two syllables, and from them 
 take the quantity of their first syllable, as flourish, 
 flourishing, long ; hdly, holiness, short ; but vii in 
 miser being long, hinders not the first of miseiy to 
 be short, because the sound of the i is a little 
 altered. 
 
 De, di, and pro, in trisyllable (the second being 
 short) are long, as desolate, diligent, prodigal. Re is 
 ever short, as remSdy, ref^reiue, redolent, reverend. 
 
 Likewise the first of these trisyllables is short, as 
 the first of Mn^flt, general, hideous, memory, nUinerous, 
 penetrate, separate, timorotes, variant, various, and so 
 may we esteem of all that yield the like quickness of 
 sound. 
 
 In words of three syllables the quantity of the middle 
 syllable is lightly taken from the last syllable of the 
 original dissyllable, as the last of devine, ending in a 
 grave or long accent, make the second of divining 
 also long, and so espie, espiing, denie, denting: con- 
 trarywise it falls out if the last of the dissyllable bears 
 a flat or falling accent, as glorie, gloriing, envie, 
 enviing, and so forth. 
 
 Words of more syllables are either borrowed and 
 hold their own nature, or are likewise derived and so 
 follow the quantity of their primitives, or are known 
 
OF EXGL/SH POESY. 261 
 
 by their proper accents, or may be easily censured by 
 a judicial ea,r. 
 
 All words of two or more syllables ending with a 
 falling accent my ox ye, a.s fairlie, demurelie, beawtie, 
 plttiej or in ue, as virtue, rescue; or in ow, zsfolldw, 
 hollow; or in e, as parle, Daphne; or in a, as manna; 
 are naturally short in their last syllables. Neither let 
 any man cavil at this licentiate abbreviating of syllables, 
 contrary to the custom of the Latins, which made all 
 their last syllables that ended in u long, but let him 
 consider that our verse of five feet, and for the most 
 part but of ten syllables, must equal theirs of six feet 
 and of many syllables, and therefore may with suffi- 
 cient reason adventure upon this allowance. Besides, 
 every man may observe what an infinite number of 
 syllables both among the Greeks and Romans are 
 held as common. But words of two syllables ending 
 with a rising accent in^ or ye, as denye, descrye, or in 
 ue, as ensue, or in ee, as/orsee, or in oe, ^s/oregoe, are 
 long in their last syllables, unless a vowel begins the 
 next word. 
 
 All monosyllables that end in a grave accent are 
 ever long, as wrath, hath, these, those, tooth, sooik, 
 through, day, ■pldy,feate, speede, strife, Jlow, grow, shew. 
 
 The like rule is to be observed in the last of dis- 
 syllables, bearing a grave rising sound, as devine, 
 delate, retire, refuse, manure, or a grave falling sound, 
 2i% fortune, pleasure, rampire. 
 
 All such as have a double consonant lengthening 
 them, as wdrre, bdrre, stdrre, furre, miirre, appear to 
 me rather long than any way short. 
 
 There are of these kinds other, but of a lighter sound, 
 that if the word following do begin with a vowel are 
 
262 THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY. 
 
 short, as doth, though, thou, now, they, two, too, flye, 
 dye, true, due, see, are, far, you, thee, and the like. 
 
 These monosyllables are always short, as d, the, 
 thi, shS, we, be, he, no, to, go, so, dd, and the like. 
 
 But if i or y are joined at the beginning of a word 
 with any vowel, it is not then held as a vowel, but as a 
 consonant, as jealousy, juice, jade, joy, Judas, ye, yet, 
 yel, youth, yoke. The like is to be observed in w, as 
 winde, wide, wood : and in all words that begin with 
 va, ve, vi, vo, or vu, as vacant, vew, vine, voide, and 
 vulture. 
 
 All monosyllables or polysyllables that end in single 
 consonants, either written, or sounded with single 
 consonants, having a sharp lively accent, and standing 
 without position of the word following, are short in 
 their last syllable, as scab, fied, parted, God, of, if, 
 bandog, anguish, sick, quick, rival, will, people, simple, 
 come, som^, him, them, from., summon, then, prop, 
 prosper, honoHr, laboHr, this, Ms, speeches, goddesse, 
 perfect, bUt, what, that, and their like. 
 
 The last syllable of all words in the plural number 
 that have two or more vowels before J, are long, as 
 virtues, duties, miseries, fellowes. 
 
 These rules concerning the quantity of our English 
 syllables I have disposed as they came next into my 
 memory ; others, more methodical, time and practice 
 may produce. In the mean season, as the grammarians 
 leave many syllables to the authority of poets, so do I 
 likewise leave many to their judgments ; and withal 
 thus conclude, that there is no art begun and perfected 
 at one enterprise. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
Tho. Campiani Epigrammatum libri II. Vmbra. 
 Elegiarinn liber vnus. Lojuiini Excudebat E. Griffin, 
 Anno Doini?ii. 1619. 8wo. 
 
Tho : Campiani 
 
 Epigrammatum 
 
 Liber primus. 
 
 I. Ad EXCELSISSIMUM Florentissimumque 
 
 Carolum, Magnae Britanniae 
 
 Principem. 
 
 LUDICRA qui tibi nunc dicat, olim (amplissime 
 Princeps), 
 
 Grandior ut fueris, grandia forte canet, 
 Quaeque genus celebrare tuum et tua lucida possunt 
 
 Facta, domi crescunt, sive patrata foris. 
 At tenues ne tu nimis (optime) despice musas ; 
 
 Pondere magna valent, parva lepore juvant. 
 Regibus athletae spatiis giati esse solebant 
 
 Apricis ; nani ridiculique domi. 
 Magnus Alexander magno plaudebat Homero, 
 
 Suspiciens inter praelia ficta deos : 
 Caesar, major eo, Romana epigrammata legit ; 
 
 Sceptrigera quaedam fecit et ipse manu. 
 Talia sed recitent alii tibi (maxime Princeps) ; 
 
 Tu facias semper maxima, parva lege. 
 Enecat activam quia contemplatio vitam 
 
 Longa, brevis, necnon ingeniosa, fovet. 
 
265 EPIGRAMMA TUM 
 
 2. De Hbris suis. 
 Nuper cur natum libro praepono priori ? 
 
 Principis est aequum principe stare loco. 
 
 3. Ad Lectorem. 
 
 Nee sua barbaricis Galeno scribere visum est, 
 In mensa nullum qui didicere modum ; 
 
 Nee mea commendo nimium lectoribus illis 
 Qui sine delectu vilia quaeque legunt. 
 
 4. In Nervam. 
 
 Ad coenam immunis propter joca salsa vocatur 
 Nerva ; suum fas est lingere quemque salem. 
 
 5. In Tabaccam. 
 
 Aurum nauta suis Hispanus vectat ab Indis, 
 
 Et longas queritur se subiisse vias. 
 Majus iter pprtus ad eosdem suscipit Anglus, 
 
 Ut referat fumos, nuda Tabacca, tuos, 
 Copia detonsis quos vendit Ibera Britannis, 
 
 Per fumos ad se vellera cal'da trahens. 
 Nee mirum est stupidos vitiatis naribus Anglos 
 
 Olfacere Hesperios non potuisse dolos. 
 
 6. Dec auro poiabili. 
 Pomponi, tantum vendis medicabilis auri, 
 
 Quantum dat fidei credula turba tibi : 
 Evadunt aliqui, sed non vi futilis auri ; 
 
 Servantur sola certius ergo fide. 
 
 7. Ad Berinum. 
 Nomen traxit Amor suum, Berine, 
 A ftrvente mari, unde diva mater 
 
LIBER PRIMUS. 267 
 
 Est e fluctibus orta sals-amaris 
 (Verum vivida si refert vetustas), 
 Credo non sine maxima procella. 
 Nee dici temere hoc putes, Berine ; 
 Quippe instar maris aestuant amantes, 
 Saepe et naufragium rei queruntur, 
 Plusque ilia fidei ; vorax Charybdis 
 Maecha est, et furia acrior marina. 
 
 8. In Villum. 
 
 Discursus cur te bibulum jam musaque fallit ? 
 
 Humectas mentis lampada, Ville, nimis. 
 
 9. In Nervam. 
 Fratres, cognatos, natos, et utrunque parentem ' 
 
 Composuit constans Nervaque rectus adhuc ; 
 Solus stirpe manens e tanta, sanguinis omne 
 
 Jam decus in venis comprimit ille suis. 
 Ergo beatorum mensas vir providus ambit, 
 
 Inde sibi sanguis crescat ut usque novus. 
 Jamque pater, mater, jam fratres, atque nepotes, 
 
 Spreto est extemo sanguine, Nerva, tibi. 
 
 10. In Mathonem. 
 
 Ebrjus uxorem duxit Matiio, sobrius horret, 
 Cui nunc in sola est ebrietate salus. 
 
 11. De bona Fania. 
 
 Qui sapit in multis, vix desipuisse videri 
 
 Ulla in re poterit ; tarn bona Fama bona est. 
 
 ^ Old ed. " querentem. " The correction is made in the ^r/'fli'a 
 at the end of the book. 
 
268 EPIGFAMMATUM 
 
 12. Ad Calvum. 
 Cantor saltatorque priori de ordine certant 
 
 Calve ; sed ante chores musica nata fuit : 
 Dignior et motus animi quae temperat ars quam 
 Corporis est, quanto corpore mens melior. 
 
 13. Ad Cosmum. 
 
 Plena boni est mulier bona, res pretiosaque, Cosme : 
 Rara sed esse nimis res pretiosa solet. 
 
 14. In Lycum. 
 
 Non ex officiis quae mutua gratia debet 
 
 Ferre per alternas atque referre vices, 
 Sed Lycus ex usu private pendit amices ; 
 
 Nee tacet ; et solus quod sapit, inde putat. 
 Pectore vir bonus et sapiens cemetur aperto ; 
 
 Non itidem malus ; is, qued sapit, pmne tegit : 
 Sis licet ex fructu nummorum jam, Lyce, dives, 
 
 Fictae ne speres fenus amicitiae. 
 
 15. Ad Eurum. 
 
 Multum qui loquitur, si non sapit, idque vetustum est ; 
 Caccula causidicus si sapit, Eure, novum est. 
 
 16. Ad Haedum. 
 
 In multis bene cum feci tibi, non bene nosti ; 
 Si malefecissem, notior (Haede) forem. 
 
 17. In Barnuni} 
 
 In vinum solvi cupis Aufilena quod haurit, 
 Basia sic felix, dum bibit ilia, dabis ; 
 
 1 Campion is here ridiculing the sixty-third sonnet of Barnabe 
 Barnes. Marston in the "Scourge of Villainy," and Xashe in 
 " Have with you to Saffron Walden," had taken Barnes to task 
 for his unfortunate conceit. 
 
LIBER PRIMUS. 269 
 
 Forsitan attinges quoque cor ; sed (Barne) matella 
 Exceptus tandem, qualis amator eris ? 
 
 18. In Caccula7n. 
 Caccula causidicus quid nl ditissimus esset ? 
 Et loquitur nemo magis, et verba omnia vendit. 
 
 ig. In Sabellum. 
 Nummos si repeto (Sabelle) rides ; 
 Coenam si nego, perfuris (Sabelle). 
 Utrumvis pariter mihi molestum est : 
 In re non fero seria jocosum ; 
 In re non fero serium jocosa. 
 
 20. In Sectorem Zonarium. 
 Artifices inter Sector Zonarius omnes 
 
 Lucrum non fallax solus ubique facit ; 
 Namque opera expleta, cuncta sine lite morave, 
 
 Mercedem propria continet ille manu. 
 
 21. In' Nervam. 
 Temperiem laudare tuam vis Nervaque tangi ; 
 
 Ex tactu tepidus, Nerva, fatebor, eras. 
 Sed quid homo tepidus sonat Anglis ipse docebo ; 
 Scilicet baud multum qui bonus, aut malus est. 
 
 22. In Tuccani. 
 
 Non " salve," sed " solve " tibi Lycus obvius infit ; 
 Urbanus sed tu nil nisi, Tucca, " vale." 
 
 23. In Calum. 
 Colligit, et scriptos Calus in se ridet iambos : 
 Vix credas homini quam maledicta placent. 
 
270 EPIGRAMMATUM 
 
 Invidiamque viro ceu quid probat utile magno ; 
 
 Quem "metui potius quam placuisse" juvat ; 
 Haec Calus : at Genius quandoque susurrat in aure, 
 
 " Est gravis Invidiae saepe ruina comes." 
 
 24. In Marinam. 
 Docta minus, moechis ut erat contenta duobus, 
 
 Sic etiam bigis vecta Marina fuit : 
 Nunc eadem solis agitur fastosa quadrigis, 
 
 Nunc igitur moechos bis capit ilia duos. 
 
 25. In Tatium. 
 Haud melior Tatio vir erat, nee amicior alter ; 
 
 Hoc tolerabilior jam Calus ; aula docet. 
 Nam faciles nondum gustata potentia reddit, 
 
 Et prima prohibet plurima fronte pudor. 
 Simplicitate sua sic virgo educta pudice 
 
 Lusus declinat, verbaque nuda nimis : 
 Aptior haec tandem licet obtrectante labello 
 
 Basiolum discit reddere, parque pari ; 
 Inde manum tangi patitur, tectasque mamillas, 
 
 Nee refugit quamvis arctior instat amans. 
 Ast Venerem simul ilia sapit, tacitosque Hymenaeos, 
 
 Impune et fieri perdita quaeque videt ; 
 Perfricta quid non audebit denique fronte, 
 
 Aut quem nequitiae ponet aperta modum? 
 Pessimus ex pravo sic nascitur aulicus usu ; 
 
 Nee mirum, cui non imperat una Venus. 
 
 26. In Acerrum. 
 Cautus homo est,et Acerrus habet quot lumina quondam 
 Argus, at haec dubie cuncta, nihilve vident. 
 
LIBER PRIMUS. 271 
 
 27. ht Calum. 
 Ne quern nunc metuas in te atros scribere versus ; 
 
 Nigrorem Aethiopi qui paret, ecquis erit? 
 Perfosso quid opus nova figere spicula corde? 
 
 Quis dabit in misera pocula dira phthisi ? 
 Omnis cura tibi, Cale, sit de funere, tanquam 
 
 Mortuus, at spares jam bona verba licet. 
 
 28. Ad Liciniu?!!. 
 Vir bonus esse potest, Licini, cui femina nulla 
 Imparat ; at contra vir malus esse potest. 
 
 29. In Gaurum. 
 Causidicos in lite paras tibi, Gaure, peritos, 
 
 Quorum tu meritis munera nulla negas : 
 In morbo medicos contra conducis inertes, 
 
 Quamque potes minimo ; sic tibi, Gaure, sapis ? 
 Haeredi siquidem ram, vitam nemo relinquet ; 
 
 Haeredi potius vivitur, anne tibi ? 
 
 2,0. In Pardalum. 
 Ex quibus existunt animalia spagyrus isdem ' 
 
 Dicet ali ; verum est, id ratioque docat. 
 Ex sale, mercurioque, et sulphure corpora constant, 
 
 Ut Paracelsiacae perstrepit aura scholaa. 
 Pardalus idcirco chymicus tumidusque professor, 
 
 Pro modico modium jam solet esse salis ; 
 Idque agit assidue magis ut sa nutriat, inquit : 
 
 Sulphur sic utinam mercuriumque voret. 
 
 31. In Corvinnm. 
 Bassano multum debet Corvinus ; honorem 
 Jure sue, gratum munificoque animum : 
 1 Old ed. " iisdem. 
 
272 EPIGRAMMA TUM 
 
 Bassanus ne hilum Corvino ; qui male gratus 
 Cunctorum amisit mutua jura hominum. 
 
 32. In Histricum. 
 Tritas rogo cur habeat Histricus vestes ; 
 An deficit res, aut fides ? negat : Quaero 
 Novis quid obstet. Vestiarium non fert, 
 Ait, qui adaptet sibi : timet titillari. 
 
 33. In Albiutn. 
 An te quod pueri in via salutent 
 
 Ignoti, gravis intumescis, Albi, 
 Incedens veluti novus Senator, 
 
 Fixis vultibus, et gradu severe ? 
 Erras ; non honor hie, metus profecto est ; 
 
 Nam, tristis ferulae memor, puellus 
 Quid ni cogitet ex ineptiente 
 
 Ista te gravitate paedagogum? 
 
 34. De Epigrammate. 
 
 Sicut et acre piper mordax epigramma palato 
 
 Non omni gratum est : utile nemo negat. 
 
 35. In Coivinum. 
 
 Quis non te, Corvine, omni jam munere dignum 
 Et gratum exemplo te celebrante feret ? 
 
 Nam Venerem tibi dat Galla, idque palam omnibus 
 effers, 
 Tanti ne meriti non videare memor. 
 
 36. De Uiilitate. 
 
 Utilis est nuUi semet qui negligit ; omni 
 Vix usquam spreta est utilitate bonus. 
 
LIBER PRIMUS. 273 
 
 37. In Nervam. 
 Vinum amat, horret aquam ; qua visa Nerva recurrit, 
 
 Ut solet a rabido morsus, Amate, cane. 
 Porrecto vini cyatho fugitat canis ; illi 
 
 Ostendas lympham quando fugare velis. 
 
 38. Ad Ponticum. 
 
 Argus habet natos sex, nullam, Pontice, natam ; 
 Vulgo si credis, sobrius Argus homo est. 
 
 39. Ad Cosmum. 
 
 Versum qui semel ut generat nullum necat, idem 
 Non numeris gaudet, Cosme, sed innumeris. 
 
 40. De Henrico 4. Francorum Rege. 
 Henricum gladio qui non occidere posset, 
 Cultello potuit : parva timere bonum est. 
 
 41. Ad Serenissimam Annam Reginam. 
 Anna, tuum nomen si derivetur ab anno, 
 
 Nominibus quadrant annua quaeque tuis : 
 Annua dona tibi debentur, et annua sacra ; 
 
 Atque renascendi per nova saeda vices. 
 
 42. Ad eandem. 
 Quattuor Anna elementa refert, venerabile nomen ; 
 
 Divisus partes, Anna, tot annus habet. 
 Anna retro est eadem, sed non reflectitur annus ; 
 
 Hie in se moriens, salva sed ilia redit. 
 
 43. Ad Sereniss. Carohem Principem. 
 Scotia te genuit, cepit mox Anglia parvum ; 
 Sed tu, quod spero^ Carole, neuter eris. 
 
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274 EPIGRAMMATUM 
 
 Unica te faciei nam magna Britannia magnum ; 
 Nomina conveniunt factaque magna tibi. 
 
 44. AdAugustiss.JacobumRegem. 
 Curta tuum cur haec metuunt epigrammata nomen ? 
 Debetur famae maxima musa tuae. 
 
 45. Ad Castricum. 
 Acceptum pro me perhibes te, Castrice, ludis 
 
 Admissum ; pro te captus at ejicior : 
 Esse mei similem non est tibi causa dolendi, 
 
 Sed me tam similem poenitet esse tui. 
 
 46. Ad Rob. Caraeum^ Equitem Auratum 
 
 nobilissimum. 
 Olim te duro cemebam tempore Martis, 
 
 In se cum fureret Gallia, qualis eras. 
 Teque, Caraee, diu florentem vidimus aula, 
 
 Dux, idem et princeps, dum tua cura fuit. 
 Unus erat vitae tenor, et prudentia juncta 
 
 Cum gravitate tibi sic quasi nata foret : 
 Nee mutavit honor, nee te variabilis aetas ; 
 
 Qui novit juvenem, noscet itemque senem. 
 
 47. In Tuccam. 
 Consuluit medicum de cordis Tucca tremore ; 
 Morbum (proh) talem miles habere potest ! 
 
 48. In Cacculam. 
 Vulgares medici tussi, febrique medentur, 
 
 Et vitiis quorum causa cuique patet. 
 Morbi sed cerebri convulso corpora, vel cum 
 Non movet, exposcunt haud levis artis opem. 
 ' Sir Robert Carey, first Earl of Monmouth. 
 
LIBER PRIMUS. 275 
 
 Aemulus hinc causam defendit Caccula nullam 
 Quae justa, aut bona sit ; pessima sola placet. 
 
 Hanc agit intrepide semper, victorque triumphat, 
 Tanquam is ' cujus ope est Attica pulsa lues. 
 
 49. De Termittis forensibus. 
 Anglorum Jurisconsulti quatuor uno 
 
 Exposcunt anno, termini at is '■' duo sunt : 
 Terminus a quo res trudunt, et terminus ad quem ; 
 
 Mutua qui sumunt nomina saepe sua. 
 
 50. Ad Ponticum. 
 Convivas alios quaeras tibi, Pontice ; coeno 
 
 Lautius atque hodie tutius ipse domi : 
 Nam me qui monuit vester modo rufus olebat 
 
 Ac si esset totus caseus, isque vetus, 
 Et tostus decies ; atqui hunc mens horret utervis 
 
 Suffitum genius ; Pontice, coeno domi. 
 
 51. In Tabaccam. 
 
 Cum cerebro inducat fumo hausta Tabacca stuporem, 
 Nonne putem stupidos quos vapor iste capit ? 
 
 52. Ad Sabellum. 
 
 Filia, sive uxor peccat, tua culpa, Sabelle, est ; 
 
 Per se nulla bona est ; nulla puella mala ; 
 Soli debetur custodi femina quicquid 
 
 In vita spurce, sive decenter agit. 
 
 53. De Gauro. 
 Nil dum facit temere, nihil facit Gaurus. 
 1 Hippocrates. " Old ed. "ijs." 
 
276 EPIGRAMMATUM 
 
 54. In Acmen. 
 Est dives Titus, id fateris, Acme ; 
 Et te conjugio expetit misellam ; 
 Ilium tu fugis, attamen beatum : 
 Quare ? non sapit, inquis ; et quid inde ? 
 An si quis prior est Ulysse coelebs, 
 Non reddes, simul hunc sinu maritum 
 Complexa es, stolidum magis Batillo ? 
 
 55. /« Glaucum. 
 Debilis eunuchus sit, sit castratus oportet ; 
 Tam Glauco invisum est omne virile genus. 
 
 56. In Laureiitiam. 
 Imberbi, si cui, Laurentia nubere vovit, 
 
 Invenit multos haec sibi fama procos ; 
 Impubes omnes, mora quos in amore piloses 
 
 Reddidit ; ignoto sic perit ilia viro. 
 
 57. In Lalum. 
 Aedes Lalo amplae sat sunt, sed aranea telis 
 
 Immunis tolas inficit, ille sinit. 
 Quoque magis numero crescunt, gaudet magis, unus 
 
 Tetras bestiolas has amatj atque fovet ; 
 Non tamen ut bellas ; nee quod medicina pusillis 
 
 Vulneribus tela est ; toxica nulla facit. 
 Verum est cum muscis lis non medicabilis ; illas 
 
 Insequitur demens, omnimodeque necat ; 
 Idque opus imposuit misero festiva puella, 
 
 Ala cui muscae laesus ocellus erat. 
 
 58. In Nervam. 
 Dissecto Nervae capite, baud (chirurge) cerebrum 
 Conspicis ; eia, alibi quaere ; ubi ? ventriculo. 
 
LIBER PRIMUS. 277 
 
 59. Ad Aprum. 
 Causidicus qui rure habitat, vicina per arva 
 Si cui non nocuit, jam benefecit, Aper. 
 
 60. Ad Pontilianum. 
 Qua celebrata Lyco fuerant sponsalia luce, 
 
 Captus homo tota mente repente fuit : 
 Idque velut monstri quid demiraris? at illo 
 
 Quis non insanit (Pontiliane) die ? 
 
 61. Ad Berimim. 
 Vidisti cacodaemonem, Berine ; 
 Qua tandem specie ? canis nigri, inquis. 
 Vah ; dicam mehus, canem figura 
 Vidisti cacodaemonis, Berine. 
 
 62. Ad Auhim. 
 Cum scribat nunquam Corvinus non satur, Aule, 
 Tantum jejuni carminis unde facit? 
 
 63. Ad Lauram. 
 
 Egregie canis, in solis sed, Laura, tenebris ; 
 Nil bene fortassis non facis in tenebris. 
 
 64. Ad Ponticum. 
 
 Re nulla genio cum pigro (Pontice) noster 
 
 Consentit genius ; sed velut ignis aquae 
 Miscetur, pariter suscepta negotia reptant 
 
 Invite, pariter somnus utrumque premit. 
 Mens hebet, herba velut, vicino infecta veneno, 
 
 Tota mihi ; vel ceu flamma repressa furit. 
 Tale mihi tuus est solanum, Pontice, summus 
 
 Patronus Decius, nescio quale tibi. 
 
278 EPIGRAMMATUM 
 
 65. De Honor e. 
 Qui plus quam vires tolerant subit amplior aequo, 
 Is inerito dici possit honoris Svo?. 
 
 66. Ad Salustium. 
 Hestema tibi gratulor, Salusti, 
 De coena magis ob jocos inermes, 
 Et suaves animo calente risus, 
 Hausto non timide novo rubello ; 
 Quam de istis avibus quater sepultis, 
 Selectis dapibus tuo palate ; 
 Quae mensa positae, sed expianda, 
 Efflavere stygem, suoque nostrum 
 Tetro nunc feriunt odore nasum. 
 Sed me reprimo quamlibet gravatum, 
 Nam res Candida fama mortuorum est 
 
 67. In Cossuin. 
 Condidit immenso puerilia membra sepulchro 
 
 Filioli, multo marmore claustra tegens, 
 Cossus, quanta duos caperent satis ampla Typhaeos, 
 
 Solus consilii conscius ipse sui. 
 Ergo impar spectator opus miratur ; at illud 
 
 Ingenium authoris ceu levis umbra refert : 
 Aedes qui tantas habitat miser, ut bene possent 
 
 Cum turba proceres sustinuisse duos. 
 
 68. DeNtc^tzis. 
 Rite ut celebres nuptias, 
 
 Dupla tibi face est opus ; 
 Praetendat unam Hymen necesse, 
 At alteram par est amor. 
 
LIBER PRIMUS. 279 
 
 6^ Ad Guil. Camdenum. 
 Legi operosum jamdudum, Camdene, volumen, 
 
 Quo gens descripta, et terra Britanna tibi est, 
 Ingenii felicis opus, solidique laboris ; 
 
 Verboruro, et rerum, splendor utrinque nitet. 
 Lectorem utque pium decet, hoc tibi reddo merenti, 
 
 Per te quod patriam tarn bene nosco meam. 
 
 70. De suit. 
 Rerum quae nova nunc Britannicarum 
 Exorta est facies ? Vetus recessit 
 Prorsus sobrietas ; gula, insolensque 
 Cultu insania, futilisque pompa 
 Pessundant populum manu potentem ; 
 Sic pauci ut bene de suoque vivant ; 
 Vixque ex omnibus invenire quenquam est 
 Qui non accipit ipse foenus, aut dat. 
 
 71. Ad Glaucum. 
 Exemplo quicquid fit, justum creditur esse ; 
 Exemplis fiunt sed mala, Glauce, malis. 
 
 72. De Medicis. 
 Gnarus judicat aurifex metalla, 
 
 Dat gemmis pretiunl, et suum valorem : 
 Doctos sed medicos, bene et merentes, 
 Tantum ponderat imperita turba. 
 
 73. In Ligonem. 
 
 Invideat quamvis sua verba Latina Britannis 
 Causidicis, docto nunc Ligo fertur equo. 
 
 Et medici partes agit undique notus ; Alenum ' 
 Scenarum melius vix puto posse decus. 
 ' Edward Allen, the famous actor. 
 
38o EPIGRAMMATUM 
 
 74. De Senectute. 
 
 Est instar vini generosi docta senectus ; 
 Quo magis annosa est, acrior esse solet. 
 
 75. Ad Calvum. 
 Insanos olim prior aetas dixit amantes ; 
 
 Non sanos hodie dicere, Calve, licet. 
 
 76. Ad Maunim. 
 Perpulchre calamo tua, Maure, epigrammata pingis ; 
 
 Apparet chartis nulla litura tuis. 
 Pes seu claudus erit, seu vox incongrua, nunquam 
 
 Expungis quidquam ; tain tibi pulchra placent. 
 Pulchra sed haec oculis ut sint, tamem auribus horrent ; 
 
 Horrida vox omnis, lusce, litura fuit. 
 
 77. In Cvtnam. 
 
 Notos, ignotos, celsos, humilesque salutat 
 Cinna ; joco populi dicitur ergo Salus. 
 
 78. In Tuccam. 
 
 Sit licet oppressus, licet obrutus aere alieno 
 Tucca, nihil sentit : quam sapit iste stupor ! 
 
 79. In Nervam. 
 
 Coctos Nerva cibos crate aut sartagine torret 
 Usque in carbonem ; deliciasque vocat. 
 
 Quid potius cuperet quam carbonarius esse 
 Helluo inops, cui plus quam caro carbo placet ? 
 
 80. Ad Eurwn. 
 Solus pauper amat Macer beatas, 
 Lautas sed nimis ; atque fastuosas ; 
 Laudari cupit, Eure, non amari. 
 
LIBER PRIMUS. 281 
 
 81. Ad Ponticum. 
 Propria si sedes jecur est, et fomes, amoris, 
 Haud tuus esse potest, Pontice, eanus amor. 
 
 82. In Ligonem. 
 Ligo Latine vulnerarium potum 
 Dicere volebat ; vulverarium dixit. 
 
 83. In Dacdalum. 
 Parva te mare navigasse cymba 
 Magnum, Daedale, praedicas ; quid ad me 
 Cymba si Styga transmees eadem .'' 
 
 84. Ad Justinianum. 
 Vir bonus et minime vis litigiosus haberi, 
 
 " Et lites," coram judice, mitis ais, 
 " Non amo, nee temere cuiquam struo ;" gratia causae 
 
 Major ut accedat (Justiniane) tuae. 
 Invidiam, ah, nescis quantam tua Candida verba, 
 
 Quas inimicitias, quae tibi bella parant, 
 Quosve illic risus astantibus ipse moveres, 
 
 Damnans juridicis utile litis onus, 
 Quamque patet turbis bonitas tua : tres tibi scribent 
 
 Mane dicas aliqui ; mox alii at que alii ; 
 Nee succrescenti posthac a lite quiesces, 
 
 Idque alieno etiam judice : jamne tremis ? 
 
 85. In Cacculam. 
 
 Legis cum sensum pervertis ; forsitan illud 
 Jure facis, sed non, Caccula, jure bono. 
 
 86. Ad Papilum. 
 
 Papile, non amo te, nee tecum coeno libenter, 
 Nee tamen hoc merito fit, fateorque, tuo : 
 
282 EPIGRAMMATUM 
 
 Sed nimis ore refers miscentem tristia Picum 
 
 Toxica, suspectum te tua forma facit : 
 Anguillam quisquis timet, esse banc autumat anguem, 
 
 Et non esse sciat, cogitat esse tamen. 
 
 87. In Lycum. 
 Conjugio est junctos qui separat execrandus ; 
 Pugnantes dirimi non sinit ergo Lycus. 
 
 88. In Bostillum. 
 Magna Bostillus magnum se venditat aula ; 
 Aulae magna tamen plus bovis oUa capit. 
 
 89. Ad Euruin. 
 Non laute vivis, sed laete ; negligis urbem ; 
 
 Attamen urbani plenus es, Eure, joci ; 
 Tam lepido tibi fit rus ipsa urbanius urbe, 
 
 Rusque tuum in se nil rusticitatis habet. 
 
 90. In Mathonem. 
 
 Martis ut affirmat, Veneris sed vulnere claudus 
 It Matho, scit morbum dissimulare suum ; 
 
 Et fictum narrat, medico indulgente, duellum ; 
 Prostrato inflictum sed sibi vulnus, ait. 
 
 91. In Myrtillatn. 
 
 O dira pestis utriusque Myrtilla 
 Sexus, liquescens dulcium ore Sirenum : 
 Parumne ducis credulos amatores 
 Si perdis omnes, artibus animos isdem ^ 
 Quin optumarum polluas puellarum, 
 Ut nulla propter te indole ex sua vivat 
 Simul aure putrida hauserit tuos cantus ? 
 ' Old ed. "ijsdem." 
 
LIBER PRIMUS. 283 
 
 O pestis omni pestilentior peste ! 
 Haud saeviit adeo Atticis senex Cous ' 
 A moenibus quam ^ depulit sacram tabem : 
 Madore '' nee quae languido Britannorum 
 Terrebat animos omnium nova strage ; 
 Crebrave " sternutatione quae lues longe 
 Grassata miseram solitudinem vidit ; 
 Nee enim parem poeticis inaudire est 
 Scriptis, sed omnes una pestis haec pastes 
 Superat, sit ilia vera, sit licet ficta. 
 
 92. In Pseudomedicwn. 
 Invento ex libro Medicus qui creditur esse ; 
 Fortunae, non is filius artis erat. 
 
 93. Ad Manialum. 
 Non satis est supra vulgus quod, Mantale, sentis, 
 
 Consilium si non exprimis ore gravi. 
 Distinguit ratio a brutis, oratio sed nos 
 
 Inter nos, animae lux et imago loquens. 
 
 94. De Francisci Draci nave. 
 En Draci sicco tabescit littore navis," 
 
 Aemula sed sphaerae, pulcher Apollo, tuae. 
 Ilia nam vectus vir clarus circuit orbem, 
 
 Thymbraeo et vidit vix loca nota dec. 
 
 1 " Senex Cous " — Hippocrates, who is stated (on doubtful 
 autliority) to have stopped the plague at Athens by burning fires 
 throughout the city, and by other devices. 
 
 2 Quum in the old ed. ; corrected in the Errata. 
 
 ' In 1563 the Sweating Sickness raged violently ; but the refe- 
 rence may be to a more recent visitation. 
 
 * In 1580 an influenza of a virulent type passed over Europe. 
 
 5 Drake's ship, the "Golden Hind," was long preserved at 
 Deptford. 
 
284 EPIGRAMMA TUM 
 
 Cujus fama recens tantum te praeterit, Argo, 
 Quantum mortalem Delia sphaera ratem. 
 
 95. In Morachum. 
 Mors nox perpetua est ; mori proinde 
 Non suadet sibi nyctalops Morachus, 
 In solis titubans ne eat tenebris. 
 
 96. In obitum Hen : Mag: Brit: Principis. 
 Grandior, et primis fatis post terga relictis, 
 
 Concipiens animo jam nova regna sue, 
 Princeps corripitur vulgari febre Britannus ; 
 
 Hinc lapse ut coepit vivere flora perit. 
 Sic moriemur ? ad haec ludibria nascimur ? et spas, 
 
 Fortunaeque hominum tam cito corruerint ? 
 
 97. De Fran : Draco. 
 'Nomine Dracus erat signatus ut incolat undas ; 
 Dracum namqua anatem lingua Britanna vocat. 
 
 98. In obitum Jacobi Huissii. 
 Heu noil maturo mihi fato, dulcis Huissi, 
 
 Occidis, heu, annis digne Methusaliis ; 
 Occidis ax morbo quern fraus et avara Synerti 
 
 Saevitia inganuit ; cui mala multa viro 
 Det Deus ; et, lachrymis quotquot tua funara flerunt 
 
 In diras versis, ira odioque necent. 
 
 99. In Bostillum. 
 
 Audiit ut cuculos comedi Bostillus in aula 
 Moechus, abit metuens, prospiciensque sibi. 
 
 100. In Fannium. 
 Hispani bibit indies lagenam 
 Vini Fannius, usque cruditatem 
 Causatur stomachi ; novem decemve 
 Ante annis cucumam unicum quod edit 
 
LIBER PRIMUS. 283 
 
 Maturum minus ; isthic, isthic usque 
 Haerens ventriculum gravat, nee esse 
 Hispani immemorem sinit Lyaei. 
 
 loi. In Aprunt. 
 Impurus, sexu nee Aper scortator in uno, 
 
 Cum lotii clausus forte meatus erat, 
 Sic periit ; misero sua faeta urina ruina est, 
 
 Et poenae causa in pene noeente fuit. 
 
 102. Ad Calvtim. 
 Non Anglos carnis defectu, Calve, bovinae 
 
 Caletum Galli deseruisse ferunt, 
 Sed condimenti quod profert acre sinapi ; 
 
 Hoe joculoque sibi Gallia tota placet. 
 Coccineo banc hosti nuper cum dederet urbem, 
 
 Neutrius Gallo copia, erede, fuit. 
 
 103. In Corvinum. 
 
 Effodiat sibi. Calve, oculos Corvinus, Homero, 
 
 Ut sperat, similis non tamen esse potest. 
 
 104. In Cinnam. 
 Daemonis effigie compressit Cinna puellam ; 
 
 Deinde sacerdotem se facit ; atque fugat 
 Daemonium ut voluit ; gravida sed virgine, nescit 
 
 Anne pater Daemon vel sacer hospes erat. 
 
 105. Ad Naevolam. 
 Ebrius occurrit quoties tibi Naevola, vinum 
 Non nimium, dicis, sed bibit ille malum. 
 
 106. In Calvum. 
 Divinas bona, Calve, tibi, sed sola futura 
 Semper ; et haec semper sola futura puto. 
 
286 EPIGRAMMATUM 
 
 107. Ad Eurum. 
 Vocem Lyctus habet parem cicadis ; 
 Aut qualem tenues feruntur umbrae 
 Ad ripas Stygis edere ejulantes. 
 Hunc si quis novus audiat loquentem, 
 Exhaustum poterit phthisi putare ; 
 Ipsum sin oculis metit, Cyclopum 
 Ceu spectans aliquem timebit auctis 
 Membris horribilem, atque ventricosum. 
 Vox tarn disparilis fit unde, dicam ? 
 Sic, Eure, expediam : creisse mutum 
 Naturam voluisse credo Lyctum ; 
 Errantemque dedisse semimutum. 
 
 108. Ad eundem. 
 Mentem pervertit gravis ut jactura Metello, 
 
 Sic inopinatum Lysitelique lucrum. 
 Harum quae major fuerit dementia quaeris ? 
 Damna ferens ; curas nam petit, Eure, duas. 
 
 log. Ad Ponticum. 
 
 Qualiscunque suam contemnit femina famam, 
 
 Nullum, etsi decies, Pontice, jurat, amat. 
 
 1 10. In Lychen. 
 Graecia praeclare pulchras vocat SXif^mBoUq ; 
 
 Quippe proci prestant munera, forma procos ; 
 Sed formosa Lyche vivit neglecta ; quot alma 
 
 Nam Cytherea trahit, fusca Minerva fugat. 
 
 III. In F lor am} 
 
 Omnia consciolis, bona tantum narrat amanti 
 
 Flora ; ita flaccescit fama, virescit amor. 
 
 1 Old ed. "Flonim." 
 
LIBER PRIMUS. 287 
 
 112. Ad Areanam. 
 
 Quod sis casta (Areana) nego, deciesque negabo, 
 
 Credaris tota talis in urbe licet. 
 Nam tuus insequitur dum putida scorta maritus, 
 
 Dum turpi, et vario ruptus amore perit : 
 Crede mihi quotquot noti meretricibus iUis 
 
 Sunt homines, noti sunt, Areana, tibi : 
 Sive equites, seu magnatum de stemmate creti ; 
 
 Ruris an urbis erit ; pomifer, anne cocus ; 
 Omnes, mille licet, te sunt, O casta, potiti ; 
 
 Omnium et in morbos sic vitiata ruis. 
 
 113. Ad Poniicum. 
 
 Suspecto quid fure canes cum, Pontice, latrent 
 Dixissent melius, si potuere loqui ? 
 
 114. Ad Labienum. 
 
 Nonnullis medicina placet nova, notaque sordet ; 
 Sed tutas praefer tu, Labiene, novis. 
 
 115. In Album. 
 Quem vitae cursum, quam spem, sortemve sequaris, 
 
 Quaerendo tremulus factus es, Albe, senex. 
 Sic turaulo mox ut nequeas inscribere " Vixi ;'' 
 
 Embrioque, aut minus hoc, cum morieris, eris. 
 
 116. De Lycori et Berino. 
 Gratis non amat, et sapit Lycoris : 
 Moechae dat nihil, et sapit Berinus. 
 
 117. Ad Gallain. 
 
 Cum loqueris resoni prodit se putrida nasi 
 
 Pernicies : si vis, Galla, placere, tace. 
 
288 EPIGRAMMA TUM 
 
 II 8. In Nervam. 
 Et miser atque vorax optat sibi Nerva podagram, 
 
 Solis divitibus qualis adesse solet. 
 Errat si putat id voti prodesse gulosis ; 
 
 Nam quid lauta juvat mensa, jacente fame ? 
 
 119. Ad Ponticum. 
 Femina vindicta citiusne ardescit amore ? 
 
 Phoebo, si dicis, Pontice, major eris. 
 
 120. Ad Labienum. 
 Vinum theriacam magnam dixere vetusti 
 
 Auctores ; gratum est hoc, Labiene, tibi. 
 Hinc te secure Baccho sine fine modoque 
 
 Imples ; visceribus sanus an aeger idem est. 
 Sed ne delires ; dirum namque ipsa venenum 
 
 Theriaca est, sumas si, Labiene, nimis. 
 
 121. In Lausum. 
 Lausus ut aeterna degit sub nube tabaccae, 
 
 Conjux ardenti sic sua gaudet aqua : 
 Vir fumum, haec flammam bibit ; infumata maritus 
 
 Tanquam perna olim, frixa sed uxor erit. 
 
 122. Ad Ponticum. 
 Poenituisse Midam voti sat constat avari, 
 
 Cumque cibus potusque aureus omnis erat. 
 Nunc aurum sed eum potare Chymista doceret, 
 
 Iratosque sibi ludere posse deos. 
 Quid mirum tales auri si nectare lactet ? 
 
 Immunes morbis, dts ^ similesque facit. 
 Sed non dis ' similes sunt quos spes aurea fallit ; 
 
 Quales sint igitur (Pontice) ? dissimiles. 
 1 Olded. "dijs." 
 
LIBER PRIMUS. 289 
 
 123. In Aulum, 
 Ex speculo pictor se pinxit ut Aulus, amicae 
 Dat tabulam ; speculo mallet arnica frui. 
 
 1 24. De Henrico Principe. 
 Occubuit primis Henricus clarus in annis ; 
 Nee ^ spolium mortis, sed pudor iUe fuit. 
 
 125. Ad Paridem. 
 
 Ut vetus adscivit sibi magna Britannia nomen, 
 
 Pingere se sexus caepit uterque, Pari ; 
 Haud sine vulneribus veteres tinxere Britanni 
 
 Corpora, divelli nee timuere cutem : 
 Parcere sed Pictos sibi praecipit aula novellos, 
 
 Et tenera leves arte polire genas. 
 Barbariem antiqui mores sapuere ; recentes 
 
 MoUitiem ; neutrum mi placet ergo, Pari. 
 
 126. In Vacerram. 
 Damnatis quoties Vacerra turpe 
 Immiscet joeullfe, id esse dietum 
 Non (ut velle videtur ore blaeso) 
 Imprudenter ait, sed impudenter. 
 
 127. Ad Furitim. 
 
 Sub medium culpae, Furi, cum conjuge moechum 
 Prendit Aper ; taurum jam vitulumne vocas ? 
 
 128. Ad Be7-inum. 
 Uxor quod nimium tua sit fecunda, Berine, 
 Conquereris ; eastae sic tamen esse solent : 
 
 ^ Old ed. " Non." In the list of Errata we are told to read 
 ' Nee." 
 
290 EPIGRAMMATUM 
 
 Addis ut implacido sit et ore, et more molesta, 
 Et pugnax ; castae sic tamen esse sclent : 
 
 Quin aliis lepidam dicis magis atque benignam 
 Quam tibi : sic castae non tamen esse solent. 
 
 139. Ad Eurum. 
 Mortuus Hermus abhinc tribus est aut quattuor annis ; 
 Immo vivit, ais ; mortuus, Eure, mihi est. 
 
 130. Ad Crisfium. 
 Mutua multa licet sestertia poscat amicus, 
 
 Maxima religio est, Crispe, negare tibi. 
 Sic numeras tamen ut lachrimis credaris obortis 
 
 Quod facis officii poenituisse tui. 
 Nil tibi, Crispe, deest nisi digni vultus amici ; 
 
 Nam, non ut decet, at quod decet usque facis. 
 
 131. Ad Chloen. 
 Mortales tua forma quod miseUos 
 Multos illaqueet, Chloe, superbis : 
 Hoc sed nomine camifex triumphet. 
 
 132. In Labienum. 
 Pedere cum voluit potuit Labienus ; Hibemum* 
 Virtute hac potuit perdere cum voluit. 
 
 133. In Bnissilium. 
 Ardet Brussilii uxor histrionem ; 
 Is funambulam ; utrinque flamma saevit, 
 Nullo extinguibilis liquore, nuUo. 
 Primum grande nemus voravit, inde 
 
 1 Many of our old writers have remarked on the sensitiveness 
 of Irishmen. 
 
LIBER PRIMUS. 291 
 
 Villas tres, ovium greges, boum'que 
 Circum pascua tosta mugientum, 
 Vix aula furor abstinet patema ; 
 Et si fas miseris malum ominari, 
 Tandem cum domino domum cremabit. 
 
 134. In Cacculam. 
 Caccula cum tu sis vetus accusator, adaugens 
 Crimina, quam causas daemonis instar agis ! 
 
 135. In Cinnain. 
 
 Die sapere, et sapiet ; stupidum die, Cinna stupescet ; 
 
 Si furere, insanus ; si premis, aeger erit ; 
 Die mode, fiet idem quod dicis ; nee simulare 
 
 Novit, habent vires verba veneficii. 
 
 136. Ad Calvum. 
 
 Ne tibi, Calve, petas soeios in amore fideles. 
 Si quod amas metuis perdere, solus ama. 
 
 Nocte suo fidum domino domuique molossum 
 Una salax ' cogit prodere cuncta canis : 
 
 Noctumi id fures norunt, quantumque libido 
 Tentabit firmam dejicietque fidem. 
 
 137. Ad Harpalum. 
 Nee bene, nee belle, semper tamen, Harpale, eantas ; 
 Artem disce, canes sic minus, at melius. 
 
 138. In Porcum et Nervam. 
 Desinit auditis eampanis meiere Porcus, 
 
 Sit vesica licet mole molesta gravi. 
 Haud lotium contra, sonuit si fistula, fraenat 
 
 Nerva ; sed invito sic ruit omne, miser 
 
 1 Olded. "salix." 
 
293 EPIGRAMMA TUM 
 
 Ut penitus madeat ; nee ei prodesse matella 
 Possit, ita audaces evocat imber aqnas. 
 
 Motus tarn discors illis qua vi fit, Aquinus 
 Quaerat ; nos risu res satis ipsa juvat. 
 
 139. In Poetastros. 
 Sulphure vincenda est prurigo poetica nullo ; 
 
 Sed neque Mercuric, quem fugat ilia deum. 
 
 140. De Germanis, 
 Germanus minima quod sit malus, efficit aequum 
 
 Tota quod explosis gens amat efifugiis. 
 
 Nam diverticulis cum lex laetabitur, ansam 
 
 Dat fraudi, multos nee sinit esse bonos. 
 
 141. In Glaucum. 
 Alas amisit Glaueus, draco nam fuit olim ; 
 Nunc serpens factus nee leve virus habet. 
 
 142. In Aprum. 
 
 Septem civis Aper degit, tot et aulicus, annos ; 
 
 Vivere seit melius quam, Labiene, morti. 
 
 143. In Crispinum. 
 Uxorem Crispinus habet, tamen indigus unum 
 
 Vix alit, extremam sensit uterque famem. 
 Ipsam dives amat Floras, fremit ergo maritus, 
 
 Quanquam rivali nunc opus esse videt. 
 Moechum saepe vocat, sed cum, qui sustinet, ipse 
 
 Qua fruitur, victu, vestibus, aere domum, > 
 Dispeream nisi sit vere Crispinus adulter ; 
 
 Sponsus, qui sponsi munia Florus obit. 
 
LIBER PRIMUS. 293 
 
 144. De sudore Britannico. 
 Quidni pestis sit sudor malus Anglica ? cives 
 Hibernis gaudent sole vigente togis. 
 
 145. Ad Thespilem. 
 Inferius labrum cur mordes, Thespilis? illi 
 
 Ne noceas, si vis basia laeta tibi. 
 Alterum iners cupido quamvis famuletur amaiiti, 
 At magis hoc docta mobilitate placet. 
 
 146. Ad Ponticum. 
 
 Quanto causidicum magis argue, si malus idem est, 
 Tanto plus laudo, Pontice, si bonus est. 
 
 147. Ad Gallant. 
 An tua plus sitiat lingua, an plus, Galla, loquatur, 
 
 Ardua res dictu plenaque litis erit. 
 Nam quoties sitit ilia bibis ; bene potaque garris ; 
 
 Procreat unde novam multa loquela sitim. 
 Dum bibis ergo invita taces, mora nee datur illis ; 
 
 Indefessa anima sed bibis, aut loqueris. 
 
 148. De Londinensibus. 
 Sunt Londinenses Coritani, sive Brigantes, 
 
 Seu Cambri ; raros urbs alit ampla suos. 
 Sic Londinates producit mixta propago, 
 
 Plurimus inter quos semicolonus erit, 
 Aegre mutandus ; partis nam fenore nummis 
 
 Quantum quisque potest praedia civis emit. 
 In rus festinans, aetas ni praepedit, ipse : 
 
 Haeredi saltem dant nova rura locum, 
 Qui, sem-urbanus, velut hermaphroditus habetur 
 
 Indigenis, nam nil rus nisi rure placet. 
 
294 EPIGRAMMA TUM 
 
 Quippe canes, vel equos semper, vel aratra loquuntur ; 
 
 Illis caetera sunt maxima barbaries. 
 O utinam civis tantum civilia tractet ; 
 
 Rustica qui ruri non alienus erit. 
 
 149. Ad Arethusam. 
 Cemitur in nivea cito, si fit, sindone labes : 
 Formosis eadem lex, Arethusa, datur. 
 
 150. Ad JusHniamtm. 
 Causidicos ditat, res perdit et una clientes, 
 Uno quae verbo est, Justiniane, mora. 
 
 151. De horologio portabili. 
 Temporis interpres, parvum congestus in orbem, 
 
 Qui memores repetis nocte dieque sonos : 
 Ut semel instructus jucunde sex quater horas 
 
 Mobilibus rotulis irrequietus agis ! 
 Nee mecum quocunque feror comes ire gravaris, 
 
 Annumerans vitae damna, levansque, meae. 
 
 153. Ad Eurum. 
 Nee turpe lucrum, nee decus, nee in plebem 
 Invida potestas, pulchra sed poetarum 
 Votum pudicum est f^ma ; bonis meta 
 Omnibus, at illis unica, et mera, et sola ; 
 Auferre quam merentibus furens nescit 
 Vis vulnerata divitum : Aulus hinc vivit ; 
 Liberque Junius ; et amabilis Flaccus ; 
 Et vile quisquis vulgus, Eure, fastidit. 
 
 153. Ad Labientcm. 
 
 Mentiri pro te servo si sis bonus author ; 
 
 Pro se mentiri, cur, Labiene, vetas ? 
 
LIBER PRIMUS. 295 
 
 154. Ad Haemufn. 
 Difficile est reperire fidem, si quaeris in aula, 
 
 Paene ubi delator tertius, Haeme, vir est. 
 Talem pone novis nimium qui partibus haeret ; 
 
 Officiosus homo est ? insidiosus erit. 
 
 155. Ad Justiniammt. 
 Quatuor et viginti Arthuri regia mensa 
 
 Convivas aluit ; quaeque rotunda fuit. 
 Mensis jam reges longis utuntur, at uni 
 
 Vix est convivae, Justiniane, locus : 
 Augustus toto cum maximus esset in orbe, 
 
 lUi convictor sat Maro gratus erat. 
 Sed sine compare sit Maro, sic sine compare rex est 
 
 Delicias populus quem vocat ipse suas. 
 
 156. Ad Faustimcm. 
 Curvam habeat tua cervicem, Faustine, puella : 
 Sic, tanquam cupiat basia, semper erit. 
 
 157. Adjustiniannm. 
 Si quaeruntur opes, vel honores, sive voluptas, 
 
 Vix est qui fruitur, Justiniane, satis. 
 Nam satis est quicquid naturae sufficit ; ultra 
 
 Quod poscit mens, est, Justiniane, nimis. 
 
 158. In Haedwn. 
 Causidicus bene dotatam cum duxerat Haedus, 
 
 Nulla viro vigilis cura clientis erat. 
 Vera sed expleto, cum dote extinguitur uxor, 
 
 Desertoque animi detumuere novi. 
 
296 EPJ GRAMMA TUM 
 
 Hinc parat omnimodis pulsos revocare clientes ; 
 Nam nunc si causas non agit Haedus, eget. 
 
 159. Ad EuruTfi. 
 
 Qui compotorem sibimet proponit amicum, 
 Compos propositi non erit, Eure, sui. 
 
 160. Ad G hi bum. 
 Haeres avari, Glube, feneratoris 
 Viperea qui nunc flagra flet tua causa ; 
 Praedia, age, vende, pasce scorta, scurrasque ; 
 Disperde maleparta alea, gula, luxu, 
 Egensque quaeras fenore at triplo nummos ; 
 Instesque, licet irrideant trapezitae ; 
 
 Nee desine usque dum infimus rogatorum 
 Te filium fateare feneratoris. 
 
 161. Ad Amatum. 
 Multas cum visit regiones Paetus et urbes, 
 
 In patriam laete deinde receptus erat. 
 Ut mos est, rogat hunc civis de mercibus, armis 
 
 Miles ; de ruris rustica cura bonis ; 
 Aulicus ad vestes quod pertinet ; aulica fucos, 
 
 Atque oleum ^ talci ; singula quisque sua : 
 Solus qui solo nutritur jure Britanno, 
 
 Externa de re quaerit, Amate, nihil. 
 
 162. In Tuccam. 
 
 Plus aequo gladio pacis qui tempore credit, 
 Tucca, suo, gladio sed sine, saepe perit. 
 
 163. Ad Luciant. 
 
 Lucia, vir nihili est qui quanti virgo sit aeris 
 Curat : venalem sic sibi quaerat equum. 
 1 Oil of talc — an esteemed cosmetic when these epigrams were 
 
LIBER PRIMUS. 297 
 
 Nequicquam magna certant de dote puellae, 
 Plus auro innuptas vita pudica beat. 
 
 164. In Cacculam. 
 Acturus causas amisit Caccula vocem, 
 
 Inter praecones illico quaerit earn, 
 Causidicosque illos qui vociferare solebant 
 
 Ingenti strepitu ; deserit inde forum, 
 Femellasque rogat sua quae venalia clamant, 
 
 Urbanis servis deinde molestus erat ; 
 Turrim mox adiit, cunctos rogitansque, locosque 
 
 Omnes vestigans : vox tamen usque latet. 
 Bombarda tandem, quae turrim evertere posset, 
 
 Explosa, inventa Caccula voce redit. 
 
 165. De servo suo. 
 
 Servo iter ingressus gladium committo ferendum ; 
 
 Mox soli atque omni cum sine teste sumus, 
 " Aurum,'' noster ait, " gestas, here ; nee latet ; id jam 
 
 Auferre armati vis ab inerme potest ; 
 Factum quis prodet ? dominum spoliare sed absit ; 
 
 Sed facilis res est, si volo ; nolo tamen." 
 " Credo,'' aio, et laudo pro tempore ; pergit ineptus 
 
 Dicere qualis hero quamque fidelis erit. 
 Inde domum laetus redeo, gladioque recepto 
 
 Ejicio vacuum, despicioque fidem ; 
 Parque pari referens, " fidum te sensimus," inquam, 
 
 " Et retinere licet, si volo ; nolo tamen. 
 Nam neque credendus, nee habendus, talia servus 
 
 Aut qui concipere, aut non reticere, potest." 
 
 166. Ad Haedum. 
 Ignarum juvenem nudum cur trudis in urbem .'' 
 
 Neglecto caecum quis duce tentat iter ? 
 
agS EPIGRAMMATUM 
 
 Gnossia non totidem domus est erroribus, Haeme, 
 Fallax, his filo quamlibet esset opus, 
 
 Aetati crudae quot vita urbana tenebras 
 Objicit, impuras et sine luce vias. 
 
 Ne duce destituas titubantem nocte dieque 
 Filiolum, salvum si cupis, Haeme, tibi. 
 
 167. Ad Labienum. 
 Tres novit, Labiene, Phoebus artes ; 
 Ut narrant veteres sophi ; peraeque 
 Quas omnes colui, colamque semper : 
 Nunc omnes quoque musicum, et poetam 
 Agnoscunt, medicumque Campianum. 
 
 168. Ad Calathen. 
 Graecas, Latinas, litterasque Gallicas 
 Laudo : puellae lingua sed si sit bona. 
 Cur uteretur, Calathe, alia quam sua ? 
 
 169. In Naevolam. 
 
 Tres est poUicitus rationes Naevola Cinnae, 
 Nummos qui noUet reddere : reddit eas : 
 
 Nil quod debetur prima ; altera nil quod haberet ; 
 Tertia non presto est : Naevola debet eam. 
 
 170. Ad Eurum. 
 Pro patria si quis dulci se dixerit, Eure, 
 
 VeUe mori, ridens " ut sibi vivat," ais, 
 " Civis avarus ; et ut servetur Caccula rostris ; 
 
 Splendeat ut picta veste rotaque Calus.'' 
 Sic tu ; pro patria fortis cadet attamen omnis ; 
 
 Si bonc^ sit, merita est ; sin mala, dulce mori. 
 
LIBER PRIMUS. 299 
 
 171. In Crassum. 
 
 Crassus ab urbe profecturus, quam firmiter haerens, 
 
 Ludorum causa, desidiosus amat : 
 Tres licet baud ultra noctes sit rure futurus, 
 
 Idque absolvat iter dimidiata dies : 
 Solemnem ad caenam primos invitat amicos, 
 
 Ceu natalitiam quam celebrare parat ; 
 Magna cum pompa, curva resonante sedetur 
 
 Buccina, at in vitrum plena refusa salus, 
 Convivas aequo quae jure perambulat omnes ; 
 
 Auspicium felix hinc sibi sumit iter. 
 Crassus, at extremis tanquam rediturus ab Indis, 
 
 Mox testamentum perficit ; inde nova 
 Nata salus, reditum faustum quae spondet amico ; 
 
 Postremo edictum tempus euntis erat ; 
 Maiae nimirum (coelo suadente) calendis 
 
 Exibit ; nonae jamque Decembris erant. 
 
 172. Ad Lollium. 
 
 Ut locupleti addat pauper, praepostera res est : 
 Divitis est, LoUi, gloria sola, dare. 
 
 173. Ad Lauram. 
 
 Singula dum miror tua labra, oculosque, genasque ; 
 
 Quicquid id est verbis, Laura, modesta premis. 
 Crines sin laudo, perfusa rubore silescis ; 
 
 Quam misere non hos esse fatere tuos ! 
 
 174. Ad Ponticum. 
 
 Hie, illic, et ubique, at nuUibi, Pontice, lex est ; 
 
 Cumque tanas vinctam, te latebrosa fugit. 
 Pauciloqua antiquis constabat certa Britannis ; 
 
 At nunc ambigua est lex sine lege loquens. 
 
300 EPIGRAMMATUM 
 
 175. Ad A/ram. 
 Calcat sublimis vulgaria verba poesis, 
 
 Nee narrat, sed res ambitiosa creat. 
 Ludere si libet, aetatis tibi reddere florem, 
 
 Par Hecubae quanquam sis, prius, Afra, valet, 
 Quadrupedis ' pigrae quam ros, cerussave inuncta, 
 
 Vel minium Venetum, fulva vel empta coma ; 
 Denies seu vere quos inserit Argus eburnos, 
 
 Totaque mangonis pharmacopoea Lami. 
 Suaviter ilia tibi canet optatos Hymenaeos, 
 
 Et gratis faciet ; quod tamen, Afra, veta : 
 Oscula det juvenis, sed anus ferat aurea dona, 
 
 Carminibus Celebris quae cupit esse bonis. 
 
 176. Ad Albericum. 
 Res est quemlibet una quae benignum 
 Et gratis facere (Alberice) possit ; 
 Nullum laedere, quamlibet merentem. 
 
 177. In Largum. 
 Vendit Largus oves, laudatque emptoribus illas 
 Ut teneras ; teneras sed sibi laudat aves. 
 
 178. Ad Caroluni Fitzgeofridum? 
 Jamdudum Celebris scriptorum fama tuorum. 
 
 In me autem ingenue non reticendus amor. 
 Frustra obnitentem si non fortuna vetasset, 
 
 In veteres dederat, Carole, delicias : 
 
 1 Quadrupedis pigrae rojis, I suppose, asses' milk, which was 
 formerly used for blanching the skin. 
 
 2 The author of a spirited poem, ' ' Sir Francis Drake, His 
 honorable Life's Commendation," &c., 1596; a volume of Latin 
 epigrams and epitaphs, entitled " Affaniae," published in 1601 ; 
 and several sermons. He has two epigrams to Campion in 
 ' ' Affaniae. " 
 
LIBER PRIMUS. 301 
 
 Haec tibi qualiacunque tamen nova lusimus, ut nos 
 Usque amplecteris non alieno animo. 
 
 179. Ad Stellam. 
 Vis, Stella, nomen inseri nostris tuum 
 
 Compendiosis versibus ? 
 An sat tibi est, O delicata, sidera 
 
 Inter minora si mices ? 
 
 180. Ad Ed. Mychelburmim} 
 Immemor O nostri quid agit ? nee enim tibi magnus 
 Natalis frustra rediit, monitorque vetustae 
 Sempe- amicitiae novus, et jam debitor annus ; 
 Accipe nostra prior, tenui sed carmina cultu, 
 Quali? sunt domini longo de funere rapta ; 
 Posterior tua si compti quid musa resolvet, 
 Festinans lepido quod portet epistola versu, * 
 
 Unicvjs untidotos facile exuperaveris omnes. 
 Haec pauca interea, (eve tanquam munus, habeto. 
 Quae novus ex usu merito tibi destinat annus, 
 Jusque sodalitii officio quocunque tuetur. 
 Quanta =it horrifici Jovis inclementia cernis ; 
 Ut valeas iignis opus est ; et si sapis, ipsi 
 Cum fake, et tento noUes parsisse Priapo. 
 
 181. In Glaucum. 
 Tempore nitescit quantumvis fructus acerbus ; 
 
 Fitque fapor gratus, qui modo crudus erat. 
 At Glaucus quanto evadit maturior annis, 
 
 Austerus tanto fit magis atque magis. 
 Conjugis exemplo jam desinal esse malignus ; 
 Nam suavis, lepida est, aec gravis ilia viris. 
 1 The brothers Edward, Laurence, and Thomas Mychelburn 
 seem to have been intimate friends of Campion. Charles Fitz- 
 Geffrey in " Affaniae " addressed several epigrams to them. 
 
302 EPIGRAMMATUM 
 
 182. Ad Rutham. 
 
 Non satis hoc caute dixti modo, Rutha, sorori, 
 " Te tarn formosam, non pudet esse levem ?" 
 
 lUud nam dictum subito sic laesa retorsit, 
 " Te non formosam non juvat esse levem." 
 
 183. In Gaurum. 
 
 Perpetuo loqueris, nee desinis ; idque molestum 
 Omnibus est ; et scis ; sed tibi, Gaure, places. 
 
 184. In Auricium. 
 Haud quenquam sinis, Aurici, te adire, 
 Quantumvis humili allocutione ; 
 At nos alloquimur poli utriusque 
 Rectorem, et rutila manu tonantem : 
 An non tu nimium tumes, sacerdos 'i 
 
 185. Ad Herennium. 
 Alcinoo mortem toties minitatus (Herenni), 
 
 Cur occurrenti postea mitis eras ? 
 Effraenem quamvis nequeas compescere linguam, . 
 
 At te jam video posse tenere manum. 
 
 186. Ad AugusHss : Carolutn magnae Britanniae 
 Principem, Walliae princijiatum pro veteri 
 ritu auspicaturum, die 4. No : ' 
 Laetus Britannis, ecce, festinat dies, 
 
 Quintumque nunc praeoccupat 
 Sacrum Novembris ; perge, ter beata lux, 
 
 Quam festa signabit nota. 
 Maturus annis, mente nee princeps minor 
 
 Britanniarum Carolus, 
 Ornandus hodie regiis insigniis, 
 Exibit ut sponsus novus, 
 
 1 4th November, 1616. 
 
LIBER PRIMUS. 303 
 
 Puris ephebis cinctus, et proceram choro, 
 
 Ceu gemma pompa in aurea ; 
 Exceptus hilari confluentum murmure, 
 
 Clarisque vulgi plausibus. 
 Prodi, O beate, rem capesse publicam, 
 
 Umbra nimis torpes diu : 
 Vestigiis jam assuesce majorum inclitis, 
 
 Praestantioris aemulus. 
 Pulchram tibi hie sit primus ad famam dies ; 
 
 At nemo norit ultimiim. 
 
 187. Ad magnam Britanniam. 
 Reddidit antiquum tibi, magna Britannia, nomen 
 
 Rex magnus, magnos dum facit ille suos. 
 
 188. De Regis reditu e Scotia} 
 
 Nil Ptolomaeus agit, caelique volumina nescit, 
 Nam nunc a gelido cardine (Phoebe) redis, 
 
 Et veris formosa rosis Aurora refulget : 
 
 Hunc, precor, aeternum reddat Apollo diem. 
 
 189. Ad ampliss. totitis Angliae Caiicellaritem, 
 Fr. Ba. 
 Debet multa tibi veneranda (Bacone) poesis 
 
 Illo de docto perlepidoque libro. 
 Qui manet inscriptus Veterum Sapientiaj famae 
 
 Et per cuncta tuae saecia manebit opus ; 
 Multaque te celebrent quanquam tua scripta, fatebor 
 Ingenue, hoc laute tu mihi, docte, sapis. 
 
 190. Ad eundem. 
 Patre, nee immerito, quamvis amplissimus esset, 
 
 Amplior, ut virtus, sic tibi crescit honor. 
 Quantus ades, seu te spinosa volumina juris, 
 
 Seu schola, seu duleis Musa (Baeone) voeat ! 
 
 1 In 1617. 
 
304 EPIGRAMMATUM 
 
 Quam super ingenti tua re Prudentia regnat, 
 
 Et tota aethereo nectare lingua madens ! 
 Quam bene cum tacita nectis gravitate lepores ! 
 
 Quam semel admissis stat tuus almus amor ! 
 Haud stupet aggesti mens in fulgore metalli ; 
 
 Nunquam visa tibi est res peregrina, dare. 
 O factum egregie, tua (Rex clarissime) tali 
 
 Gratia cum splendet suspicienda viro ! 
 
 191. Ad Hymettum. 
 Sis probus usque licet, timidus tamen ipse teipsum 
 
 Deseris, obsequio debet inesse modus, 
 Vilis erit cunctis sibi qui vilescit, Hymette : 
 
 Non omnis pudor aut utilis aut bonus est. 
 
 192. Ad Ed: Mychelburnum. 
 Nostrarum quoties prendit me nausea rerum, 
 
 Accipio librum mox, Edoarde, tuum, 
 Suavem qui spirat plenus velut hortus odorem, 
 
 Et verni radios aetheris intus habet. 
 Illo defessam recreo mentemque animumque, 
 
 Ad joca corridens deliciasque tuas ; 
 Haud contemnendo vel seria tecta lepore, 
 
 Cuncta argumentis splendidiora suis. 
 Haec quorsum premis ? ^ ut pereant quis talia condit ? 
 
 Edere si non vis omnibus, ede tibi. 
 
 1 Charles Fitz-Geffrey, in the second book of " Affaniae," 1601, 
 makes a similar appeal to Edward Mychelbum : 
 
 ' ' Ergone, dure parens, pluteo sepelire profundo 
 Ingenii poteris pignora dia tui ? " &c. 
 I am curious to see Mychelburn's writings ; perhaps they may 
 turn up some day in MS. 
 
LIBER PRIMUS. 305 
 
 193. Ad Sitim. 
 Sitis malorum pessimum, 
 Aegris molestum sobriis, 
 Sanis inutile ebriis, 
 Si sanus uUo sit modo 
 Qui non nisi ut bibat bibit, 
 Semper palude plus madens, 
 Sitiens tamen tosta magis 
 Multis arena solibus. 
 Nunc est benigna ut sis, Sitis, 
 Bustis avari Castoris 
 Diesque noctesque asside. 
 Qui te volens vivens tulit ; 
 Censors amicum protege, 
 Picto sedens in marmore ; 
 Qui nubilo caelo cave 
 Ne sic madescat. Castoris 
 Ut ossa sicca perluat ; 
 Sed unicum te sentiat 
 Qui te colebat unicus, 
 Sorore cum tua Fame : 
 At non amantem me tui 
 Cum febre pariter desere, 
 Sitis, malorum pessimum. 
 
 194. Ad Lupiim. 
 Nemo virtutem non laudat, saevit et idem 
 
 In vitium, hoc hominum sed, Lupe, more facit. 
 Nam quis ob hoc drachmam virtuti praebet egenti ? 
 Aut in se vitium non amat, atque fovet ? 
 
 195. Ad Eur II m. 
 Insanum cupidis labris ne tange Lyaeum ; 
 
 Sic minius audentem te trahet, Eure, Venus. 
 X 
 
3o6 EPIGRAMMA TUM 
 
 Nec Veneri indulge, quamvis bona forma vocabit ; 
 Nam minus in votis sic tibi Bacclius erit. 
 
 196. Ad Galium. 
 Quod nemo fecit sanus, neque fecerit unquam, 
 
 Tu facis, invideas cum mala, Galle, Fabro ; 
 SoUicitus domini quod nunc terit atria magni ; 
 
 At nescis hac quam conditione perit ; 
 Qui soli parat usque adeo servire patrono, 
 
 Ut non prospiciat libera tecta sibi. 
 Idque cavet dominus, modice dum plurima donat ; 
 
 Perpetuo, at parco fomite spemque levat. 
 Vixque solubilibus vinctum tenet usque catenis, 
 
 Exercens variis nocte dieque modis, 
 De libertatis nequando cogitet usu. 
 
 Jam vice vis fungi, livide Galle, Fabri ? 
 
 197. Ad Lecesterlandium. 
 Amplis grandisonisque, Lecesterlandie, verbis 
 
 Implacabiliter vociferare soles, 
 Uxor dum queritur quod fit tibi carta supellex ; 
 
 Fibula sed verbis aequiparanda tuis. 
 
 198. Ad Hippnm. 
 Quanquam non simplex votum, facis attamen unum ; 
 Nam praeter vinum nil petis, Hippe, bonum. 
 
 199. Ad Faustinum. 
 Da mihi, da semper, nam quod, Faustina, dedisti 
 
 Esse datum nollem ; res cite parva perit. 
 Sin taedet, dandoque velis imponere finem ; 
 
 Da semel, ut nunquam cogar egere datis. > 
 
LIBER PRIMUS. 307 
 
 200. Ad.Phloen. 
 QuicJ custodita de virginitate superbis, 
 
 Jam licet annumeres ter tria lustra, Phloe ? 
 Intactam nam te cum vix tria lustra videbas, 
 
 Haud potuit cassa vendere lena nuce. 
 Gloria virginitas formosis, dedecus aeque 
 
 Turpibus est, aetas si sit utrique gravis. 
 
 201. Ad Volumnium. 
 Rident rusticulam, anseremque multi ; 
 Ignavos asinos, oves, bovesque ; 
 At non est homine imperitiore 
 Irridendum animal magis, Volumni ; 
 Tanto ridiculus magis, Volumni, est, 
 Ouanto plus sapere obtinet videri. 
 Nam quis non medicum excipit Ligonem, 
 Vectum quadrupede,' intimis cachinnis, 
 Coum •' qui colit atque Pergamenum ? ' 
 Multis sed sapit, imperatque multis 
 Ut vitae dominus, tremorque mortis ; 
 Tanto ridiculus magis, Volumni, est. 
 
 202. Ad Mycilhcm. 
 Nullos non laudas, Suffenos, sive Cherillos, 
 
 Seu quos in circo cruda juventa legit ; 
 Candidus hinc censor dici contendis, at omnes 
 
 Qui laudat, nullum laude, Mycille, beat. 
 
 203. Ad Furmm. 
 Semper ad arma soles, Furi, clamare ; cubili 
 
 Sive lates, seu te compita plena vident. 
 Sed nunquam prefers Veneris sint, Martis an arma ; 
 
 Utcunque infelix, te duce, miles erit. 
 
 1 .^t this time doctors usually rode on mules when they went 
 to visit their patients. 
 •' Hippocrates. ' Aesculapius. 
 
3o8 EPIGRAMMATUM 
 
 204. In Helyn. 
 Capiat amatores quoties se didt amare ; 
 
 Fallax obsequium est ; non amat, hamat Helys. 
 
 205. Ad Vincentium. 
 Dum placeo tibi, Vincenti, mea plurima poscis 
 
 Mutua, te simul at ceperit ira levis, 
 Mox eadem quamvis male custodita remittis : 
 
 Lucrum est, Vincenti, displicuisse tibi. 
 
 206. In Hebram. 
 
 Difficilis non est, nee amantem respuit unum ; 
 
 Unum vero unum vix amat Hebra diem. 
 
 207. Ad Cacculam. 
 Dicere te invitum cuiquam male, Caccula, juras ; 
 Invitus tune es (Caccula) causidicus? 
 
 208. Ad Calvum. 
 Lingua proterva, rapax manus, et gula, Calve, profunda ; 
 
 Haec tria sunt Davi commoda sola tui. 
 Illo praetereunte fremunt quacunque molossi ; 
 
 Sentit et in prime limine nostra canis. 
 Adveniente coci removent patinasque cibosque, 
 
 Arctius et retinet pallia quisque sua. 
 Audito fugitant femellae ; Caccula quamquam 
 
 Natus litigiis, illius ora timet. 
 Saepe domi ne te nunc visam terret imago 
 
 Orci, nam servat Cerberus ipse fores. 
 Dis genitos quaeras, hunc ni dimittis, amicos, 
 
 Clavisque accinctos Amphitryoniades. 
 
 209. Ad Philochermu7n. 
 Quaeris tu quare tibi musica nulla placeret ; 
 Quaero ego, cur nulli tu, Philocherme, places ? 
 
LIBER PRIMUS. 309 
 
 210. Ad doctos Poetas. 
 NuUus Maecenas dabit hac aetata Poetis 
 Ut vivant ; melius sed bona fama dabit. 
 
 211. Ad Rusticum. 
 
 Rustice, sta, paucis dum te moror, auribus adsis ; 
 
 Die age, cujas es ? Salsburiensis, ais? 
 Pembrochi viduam ' num tu Sidneida nosti? 
 
 Non : saltern natos ? ^ cum sit uterque potens ; 
 A thalamis alter ' regis celeberrimus heros ; 
 
 Alter * at in thalamis ? proh tenebrose, negas ? 
 Inclitus ergo senex Hertfordius " an tibi notus ? 
 
 Tantumdem : conjux quid speciosa senis ? 
 Non: non? anne tuum scis nomen? si id quoque 
 nescis, 
 
 Caetera condono hac conditione tibi. 
 
 212. Ad Cacculam. 
 Causidicus tola cum sis notissimus urbe, 
 
 Atque alienas res irrequietus agas, 
 Ducere cur cessas uxorem, Caccula ? lites 
 Non est ut fugias, litigiosus homo es. 
 
 1 Mary, daughter of Sir HMiry Sidney ; widow of Henry 
 Herbert, second Earl of Penibrolce ; ' ' Sidney's sister, Pembroke's 
 mother. " 
 
 2 William Herbert, third Earl of Pembroke, and Philip Her- 
 bert, created in 1605 Earl of Montgomery. 
 
 3 The Earl of Montgomery, who was Gentleman of the King's 
 Bedchamber. 
 
 ■1 The Earl of Pembroke, who had married the daughter and 
 heiress of the Earl of Shrewsbury. 
 
 5 Edward Seymour, Lord Hertford, b. 1547, d. 1621 ; eldest 
 son (by the second marriage) of the Protector Somerset. The 
 "conjux speciosa" was his third wife, Frances, daughter of 
 Thomas, Viscount Howard of Bindon. 
 
310 BPIGRAMMATUM 
 
 11'^. Ad Calvum. 
 Atroniam ut pulchram laudas, ut denique bellam, 
 
 At minor hac Rhodius forte colossus erat. 
 Et capite, ac humeris superaret Amazonas omnes ; 
 
 Ad quam, si confers, Penthesilea foret 
 Qualis cum vetula pappat nutrice puella ; 
 
 Sola gigantei est germinis ilia fides. 
 Cum video, spectrum videor mihi (Calve) videre, 
 
 Et vix luminibus cernere vera meis. 
 Cujus ne temere attentes tu basia, totum 
 
 Ejus in OS poterit nam caput ire tuum. 
 
 214. De sacra dote. 
 Verba sacerdotem duo constituunt, sacer et dos ; 
 Saepe sed occurrit vir sine dote sacer. 
 
 215. Ad Rtcfum. 
 
 Quos toties nummos oras, tibi, Rufe, negare 
 
 Relligio est ; gravius, sed dare, forsan erit. 
 Nam meus infaustus cunctis solet aureus esse, 
 
 Et semper damni plus mea dona ferunt. 
 Conciet hinc Bacchus, vel fallax alea bellum ; 
 
 Labe vel asperget non bene parta Venus ; 
 Omnia sponte sua mala quae vitabit egestas : 
 
 Nescis quas turbas plena crumena dabit. 
 Damnosos juveni currus invitus Apollo 
 
 Concessit, nummos sic tibi, Rufe, nego. 
 Nee promissa Deus potuit revocare nociva, 
 
 Sed tibi promitto, sed tibi dono nihil. 
 Tu fortunatos qui prosint, quaere patronos ; 
 
 Ast ego, ne noceant nostra, cavebo tibi. 
 
 216. Ad Galium. 
 Perdidit ebrietas multos, tibi proficit uni, 
 
 Galle, licet valide membra caputque gravet. 
 
LIBER PRIMUS. 311 
 
 Hinc morbum simulas et acuta pericula lecto 
 
 Postridie stratus vix animamque ' trahens ; 
 Tunc inimicitias componis et eximis iris 
 
 Expositum pectus soUicitumque metu : 
 Et pacem accitis evincis ab hostibus, omnes 
 
 Expiraturis nam decet esse pios ; 
 Deinde reviviscis cuncto securus ab hoste, 
 
 Et Martem Bacchum fallere, Galle, doces. 
 
 217. Ad Cacculam. 
 
 Quae speciem instaurant partes has, Caccula, verum est 
 
 Ad speciem quod habes ; nee tamen ad speciem. 
 
 218. Ad Stellam. 
 Piclor formosam quod finxit, Stella, Minervam 
 Carpis ; at hoc similis fit magis ilia tibi. 
 
 219. Ad Ponticum. 
 Uxorem nosti Camerini, Pontice, quam sit 
 
 Toto deformis corpore et ore tetro : 
 Casta tibi visa, et merito ; sed moecha reperta est ; 
 
 Hanc vir in hesterno prendit adulterio. 
 Proh ! quantum saevisse putas ? Nil, Pontice, laetus 
 
 Ipsam sed laudans coepit amare magis ; 
 Nam credebat, ait, turpem prius ; atque adeo ut, se 
 
 Praeter, qui ferret tangero nemo foret. 
 
 220. Ad Blandinum. 
 Immemor esse tui dicor, Blandine, mearum 
 
 Nulla tuum siquidem pagina nomen habet. 
 Sed Blandine, iterum atque iterum, Blandine legaris 
 
 Ne, Blandine, ferar non memor esse tui. 
 
 1 " Aiiimumq ; " in old ed. ; corrected in the Errata. 
 
312 EPIGRAMMATUM LIBER PRIMUS. 
 
 221. Ad Marianum. 
 Prudens pharraacopola saepe vendit 
 Quid pro quo, Mariane, quod reprendis, 
 Hoc tu sed facis, oenopola, semper. 
 
 222. Ad Tho : Munsonium^ Equitem auratuvi et 
 
 Baronetum. 
 
 Quicquid in adversis potuit constantia rebus, 
 
 Munsoni, meritis accumulare tuis 
 Addidit et merito victrix Dea, jamque sat ipse 
 Fama et fortunis integer amplus eris. 
 
 223. Ad Eundem. 
 Ne te spas revocet nee splendor vitreus auiae, 
 In te, Munsoni, spes tua major erit. 
 
 224. Ad Gulielinu7u Strachaeum. 
 Paucos jam veteri meo sodali 
 Versus ludere, musa, ne graveris 
 Te nee taedeat his adesse nugis, 
 Semper nam mihi carus ille comptis 
 Gaudet versiculis facitque multos, 
 Summus Pieridum unicusque cultor. 
 Hoc ergo breve, musa, solve carmen 
 Strachaeo veteri meo sodali. 
 
 225. Ad Lectore77i. 
 Fit sine lege liber, salvo cui demere toto 
 Particulas licet, aut apposuisse novas. 
 Sat, Lector, numeri ; numeris si sat tibi factum est ; 
 Cui numeri potius, quam numerosa placent. 
 1 See Introduction. 
 
Tho : Cajnpiani 
 Epigrammatum 
 Liber secundus. 
 
 I. Ad Serejiiss. Carolum Principem. 
 
 NON veterem tibi dono librum, clarissime Princeps, 
 Tanquam donatum ; si tamen ire jubes, 
 Splendorem fortasse novum trahet, et melior jam 
 Prodibit cum se noverit esse tuum. 
 
 2. Ad Lectorem. 
 Lusus si mollis, jocus aut levis, hie tibi, Lector, 
 
 Occurrit, vitae prodita vere scias, 
 Dum regnat Cytheraea : ex illo musa quievit 
 
 Nostra diu, Cereris curaque major erat : 
 In medicos ubi me campos deduxit Apollo, 
 
 Aptare et docuit verba Britanna sonis : 
 Namque in honore miiii semper fuit unicus ille, 
 
 Cujus ego monitis obsequor usque lubens. 
 Quid facerem ? quamvis alieno tempore, Phoebus, 
 
 En, vocat, et recitat pulveris ore scelus, 
 Respondente cheli, metuendaque dulce sonanti, 
 
 Quo sic perfudit mentem animumque meum. 
 
314 EPIGRAMMA TUM 
 
 Cogerer ut chartis, male sed memor, ilia referre 
 
 Quae cecinit mira dexteritate deus. 
 Hinc rediit mihi musa vetus, sed grandior, et quae 
 
 Nunc aliqua didicit cum gravitate loqui ; 
 Et nova non invita mihi, diversaque dictat, 
 
 Omnia quae, Lector candide, reddo tibi. 
 
 3. Ad Librum. 
 I nunc quicquid habes ineptiarum 
 Damnatum tenebris diu, libelle, 
 In lucem sine candidam venire 
 Excusorls ope eruditioris : 
 Exinde ut fueris satis polite 
 Impressus, nee egens novi nitoris, 
 Mychelburnum adeas utrumque nostrum, 
 Quos aetas, studiumque par amorque, 
 Mi connexuit optume merentes : 
 Illis vindicibus nihil timebis 
 Celsas per maris aestuantis undas 
 Rhenum visere, Sequanum, vel altum 
 Tibrim,^ sive Tagi aureum fluentum. 
 
 4. Ad PaceTn de augustiss : Reg. 
 EHzabetha. 
 O pax beatis, unicum decus terris, 
 Quam te lubens osculor, amabilis mater, 
 Rerumque custos, et benigna servatrix ! 
 Quae sola te tuetur integram nobis, 
 Non illam amem, illam venerer omnibus dictis, 
 Factisque ? pro ilia unquam mori reformidem ? 
 Illam quis amens proditam exteris optet, 
 Domi suis quae pacem et exteris donat ? 
 1 Olded. "Tibrem." 
 
LIBER SECUNDUS. 315 
 
 5. In Calvum. 
 Risi, Calve, hodie satis superque, 
 Notorum quia quemque ut attigisti, 
 Currentem licet et negotiosum, 
 Sistebas, retinens, toga prehendens ; 
 Turn demum rogitas equumne grandem 
 Emplurus sit, et optimum, et valentem ; 
 Nee cessas odiosus abnuentem 
 Unumquemque trecenties rogare. 
 Quill me jam decies eras de eodem 
 Aggressus ; memini, fuit molestum. 
 Si quisquam interea tuum caballum 
 Posset ridicule satis tabella 
 Pro re pingere, squalidum, vietum, 
 Morbosus timide pedes levantem, 
 Pictor vendiderit prius tabellam 
 Quam tu vendideris tuum caballum. 
 
 6. Ad Clonium. 
 Fitne id quod petimus ? mihi si persuaseris, inquis 
 
 Siccine nos semper ludis, inepte Cloni ? 
 Unum nunc utinam tibi persuadere liceret : 
 
 Ut cito suspendas te, miser, illud erit. 
 
 7. In Crispnm. 
 Crispus amat socios, ut avara Lycoris amantes ; 
 
 Ut libros Casinus bibliopola suos ; 
 Civis ut emptores Vincentius ; utque clientes 
 
 Caccula causidicus ; sacra sacrator Helix ; 
 Non laudem, non quod verum mereantur amorem, 
 
 Sed prodesse magis quod sua cuique solent. 
 
3i6 EPIGRAMMATUM 
 
 8. In Calvum. 
 In circomodo Calve te prementem 
 Ut vidi nitidae latus puellae, 
 Sermonique avide viam astruentem ; 
 Mox divam Venerem, Leporem, Amoremque 
 Orabam tibi, ne inficetus illam 
 De grandi quid equo tuo rogares. 
 
 9. In obitnm Gual. Devoreux'^ frairis dariss. 
 Comitis Essexiae. 
 Pilas volare qui jubebat impius 
 Forata primus igne ferra suscitans, 
 Ei manus cruenta, cor ferum fuit. 
 Fenestra quanta mobili hinc deae patet 
 Ferire possit ut malos, bonos simul. 
 Quid alta fortitudo mentis efferae, 
 Torive corporis valent ? ruunt globi, 
 Praeitque caecitas, et atra nubila, 
 Sonique terror aethera et solum quatit. 
 Maligna fata, Devoreux, et unice, 
 ■Et alme frater incliti ducis, sacro 
 Tibi igne perdidere saucium caput, 
 Equo labansque funebri, heu, acerbum onus 
 Tuis, revectus arduum ad jugum redis ; 
 Rotaque subgemente curribus jaces 
 Molesta pompa fratri, et omnibus bonis. 
 Peribit ergo Rhona, pulsa cori-uet 
 Fero canente classicum tuba sono, 
 Et ulta stabis inter umbra caelites. 
 
 ^ Walter Deveureux, brother of the Earl of Essex, was killed 
 by a musket-shot under the walls of Rouen in September, 1591 
 (" Lives and Letters of the Deveureux," i. 23t, 233). 
 
LIBER SECUNDUS. 317 
 
 10. Ad Melleam. 
 O nimis semper mea vere amata 
 Mellea, O nostri pia cura cordis, 
 Quanta de te perpetuo subit mi 
 
 Causa timoris ! 
 
 Eminus quanquam jaculetur altus 
 Aureos in te radios Apollo, 
 Torqueor ne fictus amans in illis 
 
 Forte lateret. 
 
 Et procul caelo pluvias cadentes 
 In sinus pulchros agitante vento, 
 Horreo, insanum placidus tonantem 
 Ne vehat imber. 
 
 Somnians, et res vigilans ad omnes, 
 Excitor ; noctuque pavens dieque ; 
 Saepe si vestra potuit quis esse 
 
 Quaero sub umbra. 
 
 1 1. De obitu Phil : Sydnaei equitis 
 aurati generosissimi, 
 Matris pennigerum alites Amorum, 
 Quid suaves violas per et venustas 
 Nequicquam petitis rosas Philippum, 
 Dumis usque " Philip, Philip,'' sonantes. 
 Confossum modo nam recepit Orcus, 
 Omnes dum superare bellicosa 
 Fama audet juvenis. Renunciate 
 Funestum Veneri exitum Philippi, 
 Vatem defleat ut suorum Amorum. 
 
3i8 EPIGRAMMATUM 
 
 12. In Melleam. 
 
 Mellea ' mi si abeam promittit basia septem ; 
 
 Basia dat septem, nee minus inde moror : 
 Euge, licet vafras fugit haec fraus una puellas, 
 
 Basia majores ingerere usque moras. 
 
 13. In Cultellum. 
 Cultelle, Veneri te quis iratus faber 
 Tam triste dira contudit ferrum manu .' 
 Labella bellae caesa funesto scatent 
 
 Per te cruore : ah nectaris quantum perit ! 
 Heu, heu, puellae personal planctu domus ; 
 Furit, dolori tantus accessit timor ; 
 Nee acquiescit uspiam ; impotens loqui, 
 Et basiare jam, quod est miserrimum : 
 At tu sceleste frustulatim diffluens 
 Poenas Amori, sed nimis seras, dabis. 
 
 l\. Ad Caspiam. 
 Virgo compressa est, invitaque, Mellea jurat ; 
 
 Furem cur noUet prodere voce, rogo. 
 Se mala respondit clamare cupisse, prehendi 
 
 Solam cum solo sed metuisse viro. 
 O pudor insignis, facilisque modestia, qualem 
 
 Optarem soli, Caspia dura, tibi ! 
 
 1 Compare a song in Robert Jones' Second Book of Songs and 
 Airs, "My love bound me with a kiss," &c. I suspect that 
 Campion wrote that song. At the end of each stanza are the 
 Unes — 
 
 ' ' Alas, that women doth not know 
 Kisses make men loath to go," 
 
 which bear a very close resemblance to lines 3-4 of the present 
 epigram. 
 
LIBER SECUNDUS. 319 
 
 15. Ad eandem. 
 Phoenicem simulas, Caspia, Persicam, 
 Quae nunquam sociis ardet amoribus, 
 Flamma sed moriens nascitur e sua. 
 Exors tu pariter, solaque amantium 
 Congressus fugis, et contiguas faces ; 
 Verum insana diem ne reparabilis 
 Expectes volucris, fataque vivida ; 
 Formae flamma etenim nulla tuae parem 
 Quibit reddere, non si Venus aurea 
 Aut pulchrum in cinerem se Charites dabunt. 
 
 16. Ad Labienum. 
 Quae celare cupit non peccat femina, dicis, 
 Quae celat, peccat ; sed, Labiene, minus. 
 
 17. Ill Carinwn. 
 Cogito saepe, Carine, sed infeliciter, unde 
 
 Signarit vultus tanta rubedo tuos : 
 Nam sumptus ne sis vinosus terret, avaro 
 
 Conditur gelida nee nisi coena fame. 
 Porro incoenatus nonnumquam, sordide, dormis, 
 
 Aridulusque siti somnia vana vides. 
 Esurientis at ora magis pallore notantur, 
 
 Et macilenta creat livida signa fames. 
 Quaero igitur tanti quae sit tibi causa ruboris ; 
 
 Forsitan banc speciem pictus ab arte petis : 
 Sed reliqua ut pingas quare vis pingere nasum 
 
 Non video ; totusque haereo et excrucior. 
 
320 EPIGRAMMATUM 
 
 1 8. In Melleam. 
 Anxia dum natura nimis tibi, Mellea, formam 
 Finxit, fidem oblita est dare.^ 
 
 19. Ad Calvum. 
 Italico vultu donas mihi Calve, machaeram ; 
 
 More Britannorum protinus accipio. 
 Id mi succenses ; nunc ergo remittere conor ; 
 
 Quo more id faciam non tamen invenio. 
 
 20. Ad Naevolam. 
 Desine, nam scelus est, neu perdere, Naevola, tentes 
 
 Quod mihi suspirat Mellea basiolum. 
 Qui ferro necat, aut rigido cor transigit ense, 
 
 Terrenam molem dividit ille animae. 
 Dulcia sed temere qui basia solvit amantum, 
 
 Caelitus unitas dividit- ille animas. 
 
 21. Ad Calvum. 
 Femina cum pallet ne dicas pallida quod sit, 
 
 Si, Calve, ingenui munus obi re velis : 
 Languentem reficit mulier laudata colorem, 
 
 Totum quem formae credita culpa premit. 
 
 22. In Lyaim. 
 Cum, Lyce, vovisti serum tibi funuB, opinor 
 Te latuit lapidem rene latere tuo. 
 
 1 So in the Fourth Book of Airs [" I must complain yet dc 
 enjoy my love ") — 
 
 ' ' for Nature while she strove 
 With all her graces and divinest arts 
 To make her too too beautiful of hue, 
 She had no leisure left to make her true. ' ' 
 
LIBER SECUNDUS. 321 
 
 23. Ad Lucium. 
 Crassis invideo tenuis nimis ipse, videtur 
 
 Satque mihi felix qui sat obesus erit. 
 Nam vacat assidue mens illi, corpore gaudet, 
 
 Et risu curas tristitiamque fugat. 
 Praecipuum venit haec etiam inter commoda, Luci, 
 
 Quod moriens minimo saepe labore perit. 
 
 24. Ad Maritium.. 
 Parvi tu facis optimos poetas ; 
 Laudas historicos, amasque laxum 
 Sermonem, pedibus gravis Marine ; 
 Sparsas nee sale fabulas moraris. 
 Cur mirabilis omnibus, Marine, 
 Scriptor fit Plato ? quippe fabulosus. 
 
 25. /« Maurum. 
 Tres elegos Maurus totidemque epigrammata scripsit, 
 Supplicat et Musis esse poeta novem. 
 
 26. In Cottam. 
 Cotta per aestates ut in hortis dormiat urgent 
 Uxor obesa, Canis, torrida Zona, torus. 
 
 27. De Catullo et Martiale. 
 Cantabat Veneres meras Catullus ; 
 Quasvis sed, quasi silva, Martialis 
 Miscet materias suis libellis, 
 Laudes, stigmata, gratulationes, 
 Contemptus, joca, seria, ima, summa ; 
 Multis magnus hie est, bene ille cultis. 
 Y 
 
322 EPJGRAMMA TUM 
 
 28. Ad Meroen. 
 Scortatorem optes, Meroe nasuta, maritum ; 
 
 Diminui nasum sic puto posse tuum. 
 
 29. Ad Lupum. 
 Adversus sortem ' poterit vis nulla valere, 
 
 Et fateor ; sed quis turn, Lupe, fortis erit ? 
 
 30. Ad Haemum. 
 Notorum mandas morientum nomina libro, 
 
 Atrum quern merito funereumque vocas : 
 Sin cupis, Haeme, pius laetusque notarius esse, 
 Inscribas vivos ; sic liber albus erit. 
 
 31. /« Ottuellum. 
 Promissis quoties videt capillis 
 Blanditur mihi tonsor Ottuellus, 
 Cum vix curticomo feret salutem. 
 An tonsoribus, ut suis puellis, 
 Can sunt et amabiles comati, 
 
 His formae studio, lucelli utrisque ? 
 
 32. Ad Philockermum. 
 Quae potuit rivos retinere et saxa movere 
 
 Musica, te nulla parte, vel arte, movet ; 
 Quod facit ergo cave, Philocherme, tarantula ' vulnus, 
 
 Ictus enim, ni fit musica grata, peris. 
 
 1 Old ed. "fortem. " 
 
 2 ' ' After being bitten by the Tarantula, there was, according 
 to popular opinion, no way of saving life except by music. ... It 
 was customary, therefore, so early as the commencement of the 
 seventeenth century, for whole bands of musicians to traverse 
 
LIBER SECUNDUS. 323 
 
 33. Adjanutn. 
 Cur tibi displiceat tua, Jane, quod uxor ametur ? 
 An tibi quam nemo possit amare placet ? 
 
 34. Ad Laur : Mychelburnum. 
 Quis votis tibi, Somne, supplicabit 
 Tarn surdo atque hebeti deo, clientem 
 Qui sex continuas jacere noctes 
 MoUi me vigilem toro sinebas, 
 Disperdique vaga cor inquietum 
 Fessa et lumina cogitatione ? 
 Sad postquam salibus cubilibusque, 
 Laurenti, excipior tuis, solutos 
 Cepit grata simul quies ocellos. 
 Quod sane ob meritum puella si quae, 
 Laurenti, vigiles queretur horas 
 Dum pulchra speculo intuetur ora, 
 Mittam ad te, lepidum deum soporis. 
 
 35. Ad Justinianum. 
 Tu tanquam violas, laurum, et thyma dicis olere 
 
 Os consobrinae, Justiniane, tuae ; 
 Ac veluti minio buccas, et labra notari : 
 
 Ipso quin minio picta labella rubent, 
 Atque genae ; floresque remansos spiritus halat : 
 
 Ex vero omnia habet ; sed nihil ex proprio. 
 
 36. In Cottam. 
 Non ego ne dicas vereor si quid tibi dico ; 
 Sed ne non dicas, Cotta, sed adjicias. 
 
 Italy during the summer months, and what is quite unexampled 
 either in ancient or modem times, the cure of the Taraniati in 
 the different towns and villages was undertaken on a grand 
 scale." — Hecker's " Epidemics of the Middle Ages," pp. 121-2. 
 
324 EPIGRAMMA TUM 
 
 37. Ad Caspiam. 
 Asperas tristis minitetur iras 
 Spemve promittat fades serenam, 
 Semper horresco, quoniam satis te, 
 Caspia, novi : 
 
 Cum furis pulso retrahis capillos, 
 Evocas miorsu rigido cruorem, 
 Quicquid occurrit, nimis ah perite 
 
 Dextera torquet : 
 
 Fulmen hoc te terribilem, cruentam 
 Sed manus reddit furibunda, et hinc te 
 Sive ridentem metuo, benigne 
 
 Sive loquentem. 
 
 Forte sopitum haud aliter leonem 
 Conspicit silvis tremulus viator, 
 Et pedem flectens, cavet excitari 
 
 Ne fera possit. 
 
 38. In Galbam. 
 Natum Galba suum, domesticumque, 
 Extremus quasi Persa sit, vel Indus 
 Tractat, quod nothus est ; nee alloquendum 
 Censet, more nisi et stilo insolenti, 
 Et nudo capite, hospes ut videri 
 Omnino novus exterusque ^ possit. 
 Annon Galba satis superque ineptit ? 
 
 ' Old ed. " extetusque. " 
 
LIBER SECUNDUS. 32S 
 
 39. Ih Ncrvam. 
 Abstrahis a domini coena te, Nerva, sacrati, 
 
 Nee tamen ut caecus numinis hostis abes ; 
 Nee tibi quod panis vel vinum displicet : immo 
 
 Invitamenti vim levioris habent. 
 Causa duplex prohibet ; quia ventri nil emis una ; 
 
 Altera quod nimis haee sit sibi coena bievis. 
 
 40. Ad nobiliss : viruni Gul : Percium? 
 Gulelme gente Pereiorum ab inclita, 
 Senilis ecce projicit nives hiems, 
 Tegitque summa montium cacumina : 
 Et aestuosus urget hinc Notus, gelu 
 Coactus inde Thracius, rapit diem 
 Palustris umbra, noxque nubibus madet. 
 Tibi perennis ergo splendeat focus, 
 Trucemque plectra pulsa mulceant Jovem : 
 Refusus intumescat Evius sciphis, 
 Novumque ver amoenus inferat joeus ; 
 Novas minister ingerat faces, ruit 
 Glocestriensium " in te arnica vis, simul 
 Furorem ut hauriant levem, facetiis 
 Simulque molle lusitent per otium. 
 41. Ad Bassum. 
 Indiget innumeris vir magnus ; major at illo est 
 Omnibus his quisquis, Basse, carere potest. 
 
 42. In Hyrcamum et Sabinuni. 
 Hyrcamum graviter Sabinus odit, 
 Hyrcamusque male invicem Sabinum ; 
 
 1 The author of "Sonnets to the Fairest Caelia," 1594, and of 
 other pieces. He was the third son of Henry Percy, Earl of 
 Northumberland. 
 
 ^ Percy belonged to Glocester Hall, now Worcester College, 
 Oxford. 
 
326 EPIGRAMMATUM 
 
 Hyrcami cilia atque caecitatem 
 Rides, ille tuam, Sabine, barbam 
 Hirsutam, indomitam, at quasi cacatam. 
 Altemis odiis peritis ambo, 
 Incondite itidem superbientes 
 Ambo, turn tetrici, atque curiosi, 
 Exortes comitum, tenebrici ambo ; 
 Vos sic unanimes, fere iidem et ambo, 
 Quare tam male convenitis ambo ? 
 
 43. In Rufum. 
 
 Nupsit anus, sed amans denies non Isba malignos 
 
 Sustinet ut possit, Rufe, nocere tibi. 
 Nam quem tritum habuit felix mode despuit unum, 
 
 Jamque tuus passer, jamque columba tua est. 
 Et tenero faciet lepidissima murmura rostro, 
 
 Basia per morsus nee metuenda dabit. 
 Femineo placeant mala immatura palato, 
 
 Sed rugosa viros canaque poma juvent. 
 Rufe, novo fas sit tantum vovisse marito, 
 
 Ne reparet dentes vivida nupta suos. 
 
 44. Ad Accam. 
 
 Partem das animae, sed quae tibi tota fruenda est ; 
 Tu, mihi da partem qua licet, Acca, frui. 
 
 45. In Carinum. 
 PulviUi totidem colore, vultu, 
 Textura, imparilique ^ sectione 
 Distincti, in tenebras tuas, Carine, 
 Mirabar quibus artibus venirent. 
 Perspexi mode ; scilicet tabernas 
 
 ^ Old ed. " imparitique. " 
 
LIBER SECUNDUS. 327 
 
 Onmes despolias, trahens ab illis 
 
 Ornamenta tuum in cubilulillum ; ' 
 
 Quae postquam subigis tuis rapinis 
 
 Ignotos penitus lares subire, 
 
 More istic faciunt, nee est stupendum, 
 
 Pulvilli siquidem tui, Carine, 
 
 Jam spectent varie se, at insolenter. 
 
 46. De morte canis. 
 Desinite, O pueri, jentacula vestra timere, 
 
 Non eritis nostrae postea praeda cani : 
 Quod lacera scit plebs errans per compita veste, 
 
 Cur manet ex hujus parta quiete quies. 
 
 47. In credulos cives. 
 Bis sex Londinum vita concedit in una, 
 
 Bis sex juratos urbs. speciosa vocat. 
 Dispeream praeter speciem vocemque virorum 
 
 Bis sex istorum millia si quid habent. 
 Nam sensus, animosque suos in judice ponunt ; 
 
 Ex se non norunt ore favere reis : 
 Servatum quis enim, cui judex defuit, unum 
 
 Secula per bis sex vidit in urbe reum ? 
 
 48. Ad Me lie am. 
 Scelesta, quid me ? mitte, jam certum est, vale : 
 Longe repostas persequar terrae plagas, 
 Tuis vel umbras Tartari fucis procul. 
 Nee me retentare oris albicans ^ rubor. 
 Nee exeuntem lucidum hine et hinc jubar 
 Lenire speret : Circe, in aeternum vale. 
 
 ^ Old ed. " cubilutiUum ' — corrected in the Errata. 
 ^ Old ed. "albicanus." 
 
328 EPIGRAMMATUM 
 
 Rides inepta ? siccine irati stupes 
 Minas amantis ? sic genas guttis lavas ? 
 Magisne rides ? tam meus suavis tibi est 
 Discessus ? at nunc non eo, ut fleas magis. 
 
 49. In Turboneni. 
 Turbo, deos manes celsi tu pondere gressus 
 Tota in se terres ne sua tecta ruant. 
 
 50. Ad Caspiam. 
 Si quid amas, inquis, mea Caspia, desine amare ; 
 
 Flammas ne caleant sic prohibere potes. 
 Ecquando coelum frondescit? terra movebit 
 
 Astra ? vel auditis non tremet agna lupis ? 
 Omnia naturae jam se contraria vertant ; 
 
 Aspera sic tandem Caspia mitis erit. 
 
 51. /« Lycum. 
 
 Quad pulcher puer est potes videre ; 
 Quod te blandus amat, potes videre ; 
 Quod tecum bibit, et potes videre ; 
 Sed quae Lesbius impudenter audet 
 A tergo, Lyce, non potes videre. 
 
 52. Ad Afram. 
 
 Purgandae praefectum urbis notat, Afra, lutosa 
 Frons tua neglecti muneris esse reum. 
 
 53. Ad Caspiam. 
 Ne '■ tu me crudelis ames, nee basia labris 
 
 Imprime, nee collo brachia necte meo. 
 Supplex orabam satis haec, satis ipsa negabas, 
 
 Quae nunc te patiar vix cupiente dari. 
 
 1 Cf. pp. 15-17 : "Thou art not fair," &c. 
 
LIBER SECUNDUS. 329 
 
 Eia age jam vici, nam tu si femina vere es, 
 Haec dabis invito terque quaterque mihi. 
 
 54. Ad Amorem. 
 
 Cogis ut insipidus sapiat, damnose Cupido, 
 Mollis at insipidos qui sapuere facis. 
 
 Qui sapit ex damno misere sapit ; O ego semper 
 Desipuisse velim, sis mode mollis. Amor. 
 
 55. Ad Paula7n. 
 Grates, Paula, tuis ago libenter 
 Magnis pro meritis, anus jocosa ; 
 Languenti mihi quae diem diemque 
 Assidens, strepitu et levi cachinno 
 Sustentare animum obrutum solebas. 
 Nee certe ingenium moror retusum, 
 Absurdumque satis ; valere apud me 
 Debet plus animi tui voluntas ; 
 Hausta non pharetra facetiarum, 
 Ridendam quoque te dabas amico. 
 
 56. Ad Caspiatn. 
 
 Cur istoc duro lacrimae de marmore manent 
 Ouaeris, naturae, Caspia, sacra docens. 
 
 Docta sed in causas nimium descendis inanes. 
 Nam lacrimas haec flent saxa miserta meas. 
 
 57. In Berinum. 
 Demonstres rogo mi tuos amores, 
 Non ut surripiam tibi. Serine, 
 
 Sed tanta ut scabie abstinere possim. 
 
330 EPIGRAMMA TUM. 
 
 58. In Erricum. 
 Tene Lycus faecem dicit ? tene, Errice, faecem ? 
 
 Ah nimis indigne dicit, et improprie, 
 Faex a materia siquidem meliore creatur, 
 
 At tua stirps tecum sordida tota fuit. 
 
 59. In Aemiliam. 
 Cum sibi multa dari cupiat, multisque placere, 
 
 Quo probior tanto est nequior Aemilia. 
 Namque operam accepto Thais pro munere redd it ; 
 
 Ilia nihil, sed lucrum ex probitate facit. 
 Ora, manus, oculosque gerat matrona pudicos ; 
 
 Unius haud partis sola pudicitia est. 
 Omnibus arridere, omnesque inducere amantes, 
 
 Quanquam intacta potest, nulla pudica potest. 
 
 60. In Lycium et Clytham.} 
 Somno compositam jacere Clytham 
 Advertens Lycius puer puellam, 
 Hanc furtim petit, et genas prehendens 
 MoUi basiolum dedit labello. 
 Immotam ut videt, altera imprimebat 
 Sensim suavia, moxque duriora : 
 Istaec conticuit velut sepulta. 
 Subrisit puer, ultimumque tentat 
 Solamen, nee adhuc movetur ilia 
 Sed cunctos patitur dolos dolosa. 
 Quis tandem stupor hie ? cui nee anser 
 Olim, par nee erat vigil Sibylla ; 
 Nunc correpta eadem novo vetemo, 
 Ad notes redit indies sopores. 
 
 1 Cf. p. 12 : " It fell on a summer's day," &c. 
 
LIBER SECUNDUS. 331 
 
 61. In eosdem. 
 Assidue ridet Lycius Clytha ut sua dormit ; 
 Ridet et in somnis sed sua Clytha magis. 
 
 62. In Ovellum. 
 
 Dedecori cur sit multum quod debet Ovellus ? 
 Nam fidei quis non esse fatetur opus ? 
 
 63. Ad Melleam. 
 
 Insidias metuo quoties me, Mellea, pulchrum 
 Dicis, sic capitur non bene cautus amans ; 
 
 Formosusque sibi visus se credit amari, 
 Nequicquam ; specie luditur ipse sua. 
 
 64. In gloriosum. 
 
 In caput, Herme, tuum suggrundia nocte ruebant, 
 Haud istoc essent scilicet ausa die. 
 
 65. In Pharnacem. 
 Phamax haud alii ut sclent novellum 
 Si quando famulum sibi recepit 
 In tectum, faciem viri, torosque 
 Inspectat ; studia ingenive dotes ; 
 Sed quantum esuriens edat bibatque. 
 
 66. Ad Caspiatn. 
 Per nemus Elisium Dido comitata Sichaeum 
 
 Pallida perpetuis fletibus ora rigat ; 
 Et memor antiqui semper, Narcisse, furoris 
 
 Umbram sollicitas per vada nigra tuam. 
 Debet ab adverso quisquis tabescit amore 
 
 Supplicium Stygia ferre receptus aqua. 
 Caspia, si pro te morientem poena moratur, 
 
 Esto tuis semper jungere labra labris. 
 
333 EPIGRAMMATUM 
 
 67. In Corvinum. 
 Corvinus toties suis jocatur, 
 Nullum reddere suaviora posse, 
 Seu nymphas cecinit, trucesve pugnas, 
 Seu quicquid cecinit, bonum, malumve ; 
 Hoc de se toties refert facetus, 
 Ut tandem fatuus sibi ipse credat. 
 
 68. Ad Melburniam. 
 Olim inter silvas, et per loca sola, Dianam 
 
 Cum nymphis perhibent abstinuisse viris ; 
 Votivasque sacris seclusas aedibus, atram 
 
 Fama quibus pepulit relligiosa notam. 
 Tu sed pulchra, diserta, frequeiis, Melburnia, vivis ; 
 
 Virgo et anus nuUis nota cupidinibus. 
 
 69. Ad Tho : Mychelburniim} 
 Tu quod politis ludere versibus 
 Fratrum elegantum tertius incipis, 
 Thoma, nee omnes occiduas sinis 
 Horas relabi prorsus inutiles ; 
 Dis sic beatis me similem facis, 
 Ut laeter una jam numero impari. 
 Ergo peraeque dividuum tribus 
 Me dono vobis, quilibet integrum 
 Ut Campianum possideat sibi, 
 Primus, secundus, tertius invicem : 
 De parte ne sis soUicitus tua. 
 
 70. Ad Carolum Fitz Geofridum? 
 Carole, si quid habes longo quod tempore coctum 
 Dulce fit, ut radiis fructus Apollineis, 
 
 1 See note, p. 301. 2 See note, p. 300. 
 
LIBER SECUNDUS. 333 
 
 Ede, nee egregios conatus desere, quales 
 Nescibit vulgus, scit bona fama tamen. 
 
 Ecce virescentes tibi ramos porrigit ultro 
 Laurus ; et in Lauro est vivere suave decus. 
 
 71. Ad Menum. 
 Te quod amet, quantumque, palam solet omnibus 
 Hermus 
 
 Dicere, sic fratres, sic quoque, Mene, patrem, 
 Et quoscunque tuos ; tacet is de conjuge tantum, 
 
 Horum quam vestrum plus tamen extat amor. 
 Exemplo quis enim cari livescit amici ? 
 
 Multorum invidiam sed trahit omnis amans. 
 Ergo leves populi contemnas, Mene, susurros : 
 
 Vero vis testi credere ? crede tibi. 
 Livida vix unquam propriis innititur alis 
 
 Fama, sed Icariis ; dum volat ilia, perit. 
 
 72. Ad Papilum. 
 Cum tibi barba foret quam Zeno, quamque Cleanthes 
 
 Optaret, totam deputat Hanno tibi, 
 Ingentem in te vindictam meditatus ut hostis ; 
 
 Quod damnum ut repares, Papile, jure paras : 
 Causidicosque gravi turgescens consulis ira, 
 
 Quam spe lucrifici laetitiaque fovent : 
 Ex notis fore juratos, quod perditur oris 
 
 Qui decus agnoscent, rem graviterque ferent ; 
 Et mulctam statuent inimici nomine grandem : 
 
 Hoc suadent illi, Papile, tuque voras. 
 Sed mihi, quantumvis in neutro jure perito. 
 
 Auscultate parum : sint, age, dicta prius 
 Omnia vera, tamen, citius quam causa adolescet, 
 
 Tota renascetur, Papile, barba tibi. 
 
334 EPIGRAMMA TUM 
 
 73. Ad Philomusum. 
 Ridiculum plane quiddam facis atque jocosum, 
 
 Et surdo et stupido dum, Philomuse, canis. 
 Omnia nam surdus miratur, sed nihil audit ; 
 
 Contra audit stupidus cuncta, probatque nihil. 
 
 74. In Milvium. 
 Quam multa veluti somnia accidunt vivis, 
 Quae cum palam vident libenter haud credunt ! 
 Quis sat stupescit ? torvus et senex ille, 
 Profectus ima ex sorde, Milvius terram 
 
 Ut nauseet, equesque urbe nobilis tola, 
 Matronam et hanc, et illam, et alteram stupret ? 
 Est nostra tanquam turpe somnium vita ; 
 Id comprobat mors ipsa, cujus adventu 
 Expergefacta mens suum petit coelum, 
 Terrestriumque infra superbias ridet. 
 
 75. Ad Crispum. 
 
 Crispe mdnes ut amem, sed caute, ne mihi probro 
 Sit quod amem. ; caute nunquis amare potest ? 
 
 Est velut ignis amor, nihil est detectius illo, 
 Protinus indicio proditur ipse suo. 
 
 76. Ad Calvum. 
 Nunquam perficies, testeris ut omnia. Calve, 
 
 Numina, quin minus assentiar atque minus. 
 Credita quae primo res est, repetita rubescit, 
 
 Labitur et nimium soUicitata fides. 
 Tam multis homini nemo se purgat amico : 
 
 Invidiam toties deposuisse parit. 
 
LIBER SECUNDUS. 335 
 
 77. Ad Ed : Mychelbtirmim. 
 Ibit fraternis elegis ornata sub umbras, 
 
 Munia si ad manes perveniunt superum ; 
 Et multum veneranda leves, Edoarde, tenebit 
 
 Aspectuque animas exequiisque soror. 
 O felix si non fata importuna fuissent, 
 
 Si non immature optima deficerent ! 
 Quid nunc perpetuum fas est sperare beatis ? 
 
 Quid connubia ? quid floridae amicitiae ? 
 Aetas quid ? nondum sex luna impleverat orbes 
 
 Deseruit juvenem cum malefidus Hymeri : 
 Cum desiderio sed enim decedere vita, 
 
 Non mors, longa mora est ; non obit aeger, abit. 
 
 78. In obitum Fran : Manbaei. 
 Quid tu ? quid ultra, Phoebe, languenti diem 
 Aperis ? beatos ista lux magis decet ; 
 Sordes et umbras semper infelix amat 
 Aerumna, misero nulla nox atra est satis. 
 Heu, heu, sequar quocunque me rapiet dolor, 
 Et te per atra Ditis inferni loca, 
 Manbaee, lachrimis ora perfusus, petam ; 
 Flectamque manes planctu et inflmos deos, 
 Liminaque dira moUiam, ac usque horridas 
 Acherontis undas ; cuncta nam pietas potest : 
 Quaqua redibis moeror inveniet viam. 
 Turn rursus alma luce candebit polus, 
 Ultroque flores terra purpureos dabit ; 
 Omnia virebunt ; sentiet mundus suum 
 Decus renasci, sentiet tremulum mare, 
 Suumque flebit ipse Neptunus nefas. 
 Ah, siste vanos impetus, demens furor. 
 
336 EPIGRAMMATUM 
 
 Ostiaque mente ficta Difis excute, 
 Occlusa vivis, nee reclusa mortuis : 
 Fac jure tu quod quilibet miser potest, 
 Luge ; supersit hie tibi semper labor. 
 
 79. De homine. 
 Est homo tanquam flos, subito succrescit et aret ; 
 
 Vis hominem floremque una eademque rapit. 
 Ceu flos est ? minus est : nam mors ut utrum^ue 
 coaequat, 
 Quam bene flos, hominis tam male funus olet. 
 
 80. In Barnunt} 
 Mortales decern tela inter Gallica caesos, 
 
 Marte tuo perhibes, in numero vitium est : 
 Mortales nullos si dicere, Barne, volebas, 
 
 Servasset numerum versus, itemque fidem. 
 
 Si. In Lupum. 
 Cum tacite numeras annos patris improbus haeres, 
 
 Sic, Lupe, succlamas, " Omnia tempus habent ; " 
 Sumptus sive gravet, sen te mulctaverit uxor, 
 
 Concludis vehemens, " Omnia tempus habent." 
 
 1 Campion is again girding at Bamabe Barnes. This epigram 
 was in the lost edition of 1595 ; for Nashe refers to it in Have 
 ■with you to Saffron Walden, 1596 : — "One of the best articles 
 against Barnes I have overslipt, which is that he is in print for a 
 braggart in that universal applauded Latin poem of Master 
 Campion's ; where in an epigram entituled In Bai-num, begin- 
 ning thus, 
 
 Mortales decern tela inter Gallica caesos 
 
 he shows how he bragged, when he was in France, he slew ten 
 men, when (fearful cowbaby) he never heard piece shot off but he 
 fell flat on his face. To this effect it is, though the words some- 
 what vary. "—Works, ed. Grosart, iii. 162-3, 
 
LIBER SECUNDUS. 337 
 
 Sic semper ; chymico nunc te committis Orello, 
 Mox vera ut dicas, " Omnia tempus habent." 
 
 82. Ad Caspiam. 
 Nescio quid aura dum susurras, Caspia, 
 Latus sinistrum intabuit totum mihi. 
 
 83. Ad Turanium et Nepheium. 
 Mi Turanule, tuque, mi Nephei, 
 Quin effunditis intimos cachinnos ? 
 Hem, murum prope dirutum videte 
 Coram qui peragit domi latenter 
 Quod debent saturi ; acce servus autem 
 Caute praemonitus, caputque nudus 
 Stat praefixus hero, ne obambulantes 
 Spectent luminibus parum benignis ; 
 D extra composite tenet galerum 
 A tergo dominum lubens adorans ; 
 Nasum sed graviter premit sinistra 
 A tergo dominum baud lubens odorans. 
 O servum lepidum, probum, pudicum, 
 Vultu qui superat tacente mimos, 
 Tarltonum et streperi decus theatri ? 
 
 84. Injanum. 
 Sabbato opus nullum nisi per scelus igne piandum 
 
 Posse exerceri, fervide Jane, putas : 
 Jane, voras medice pilulas, at non operantur. 
 
 Has puto te sacro sumere posse die. 
 
 85. In Sannium. 
 Quae ratio, aut quis te furor impulit, improbe Sanni, 
 
 Femineum ut sexum mente carere putes : 
 Cum mea diffusas felix per pectus amantum 
 Unica possideat Caspia centum animas. 
 z 
 
338 EPIGRAMMATUM 
 
 86. Ad Arnoldum. 
 Non si displiceat tibi vita, Arnolde, graveris ; 
 Hac ut displiceat conditione data est. 
 
 87. Ad Geniuin suwn. 
 Quid retines ? quo suadet Amor, Jocus atque Lyaeus, 
 Ibo ; sed sapiam ; jam sine, care Geni. 
 
 88. Ad Nassum. 
 Commando tibi, Nasse, paedagogum 
 Sextillum et Taciti canem Potitum, 
 Teque oro tua per omenta verba, 
 Et per vulnificos sales, tuosque 
 Nates non sine dentibus lepores, 
 Istudque ingenii tui per acre 
 Fulmen, ridiculis et inficetis, 
 Irati ut tonitru Jovis, timendum ; 
 Per te denique Pierum serenum, 
 Pamassumque, Heliconaque, Hippocrenenque, 
 Et quicunque vacat locus Camaenis, 
 Nunc oro, rogoque, improbos ut istos 
 Mactes continuis decern libellis ; 
 Nam sunt putiduli atque inelegantes, 
 Mireque exagitant sacros poetas, 
 Nasonemque tuum et tuum Maronem, 
 Quos ut te decet aestimas, tegisque 
 Ne possint per ineptias perire. 
 Quare si sapis, undique hos latrones 
 Incursabis et erues latentes ; 
 Conceptoque semel furore nunquam 
 Desistes ; at eos palam notatos 
 Saxis contuderit profana turba. 
 
LIBER SECUNDUS. 339 
 
 89. Ad Caspiam. 
 
 En miser exclusus jaceo, ceu montibus altis, 
 Caspia, nix nuUo respiciente cadit : 
 
 Meque tuus liquefecit amor violentius absens, 
 Sol teneram injecto quam solet igne nivem. 
 
 90. Ad Calvum. 
 
 Est quasi jejunum viscus tua, Calve, crumena ; 
 Id bile, banc vacuam servat amore jecur. 
 
 91. In Byrseum. 
 
 Multis ad socerum queritur de conjuge Byrseus, 
 
 Nupta, quod externos suescit amare viros : 
 At breviter socer, " Et talis mi," ait, " illius olim 
 
 Mater erat ; credo, femina et omnis erit. 
 Commune et juvenile malum est, quod serior aetas 
 
 Sanabit, spero, sanctaque canities." 
 " De me nee socero verum est hoc," Byrsee, clamas : 
 
 Sed potuit, sed habet fabula ficta salem. 
 
 92. Ad Caspiam. 
 Ecquando vere promissam, Caspia, noctem, 
 
 Praestabis, cupido facta benigna mihi ? 
 Nox ea, si moriar, sat erit mihi sola beato ; 
 Si vivo, non sunt millia mille satis. 
 
 93. In Bretonem} 
 
 Carmine defunctum, Breto, caute inducis Amorem ; 
 Nam numeris nunquam viveret ille tuis. 
 
 94. Ad Corvinum. 
 Sextum perfidiae haud satis prudenter, 
 Corvine, insimulas, redarguisque 
 Nequaquam meminisse quod spospondit 
 
 1 Nicholas Breton, who deserved better treatment at Campion's 
 hands. 
 
340 EPIGRAMMA TUM 
 
 Aequali, vel enim potentiori ; 
 Quin eludere, si sit usus, ipsum 
 Audere intrepide suos parentes. 
 Laesam die age vi 'n fidem experiri ? 
 Hunc ad coenam hodie vocato, vel eras, 
 Vel tu postridie, perendieve, 
 Sin mavis vel ad ultimas ealendas ; 
 Ni praesto fuerit, per et tabernas 
 Omnes undique quaeritans volarit, 
 Quas te nee meminisse jam, nee unquam 
 Usurpasse oculis in hunc diem usque 
 Audacter mihi deierare fas sit : 
 Postremo nisi praebeat voeanti 
 Convivam memorem se, et impigellum, 
 Coenam eoxeris hane meo periclo. 
 NuUumne hoe specimen fidelitatis ? 
 
 95. Ad HyspaluTn. 
 Sanum lena tibi promittat ut, Hyspale, scortum, 
 Puram sentina quis sibi quaeret aquam ? 
 
 96. Ad Licinium. 
 Non quod legitimum id bonum neeesse 
 Censetur, Licini ; bonum sed ipsum 
 . Semper legitimum putare par est : 
 Fenus nam licitum fatemur omnes, 
 Nemo non mains at bonum vocabit. 
 97. In avarum. 
 Omnia dum nimium servas, miser, omnia perdis, 
 Nee tua sunt toties quae tua, Paule, vocas. 
 
 98. In Luperewn. 
 Uxorem Lyeii senex Lupereus 
 Strato admoverat, imminens puellae ; 
 Absentis domini exilit molossus 
 
LIBER SECUNDUS. 341 
 
 Subventurus herae, vagasque morsu 
 Partes mollis adulter! revulsit. 
 Stat moechus lachrimans sine ejulatu, 
 Testes nequitiae suae recusans, 
 Testes nequitiae suae requirens. 
 O rem ridiculam ! magisne dicam 
 Hanc plane miseram ? canem viro esse 
 Plus quam femina, quam uxor est, fidelem ! 
 
 99. In Erricu?n. 
 
 Cum Stygio terrere umbras vultu, Errice, possis, 
 Die per Plutonem quid tibi cum speculo ? 
 
 100. Ad Tiiccam. 
 
 Nil aeris, magnam sed habes tu, Tucca, crumenam ; 
 
 Atque animimi, quantum nulla crumena capit. 
 loi. Ad Pontilianum. 
 Ouod juvenis, locuplesque sibi conscisceret ipse 
 
 Eutrapilus mortem, Pontiliane, stupes ; 
 Nam neque spretus amor, nee dedecus impulit atrum, 
 
 Non jactura gravis, nee sine mente furor ; 
 Haud dolor excrucians, tetri aut fastidia morbi ; 
 
 Cunctos causa fugit, sed mihi vera patet : 
 Hanc voco desidiam, quam res accendere nulla 
 
 Cum potuit, vitae nausea summa fuit. 
 
 102. De P-uella ignota. 
 Regalem si quis cathedram prope percutit hostem, 
 
 Exigitur sonti vindice lege manus. 
 Impune ergo feret quae cor mihi figit amicum, 
 
 Virgo, oculis feriens quo stetit ilia loco ? 
 Parce tamen rigidumque nimis summitte vigorem, 
 
 Sacrosanctum jus : arbiter assit Amor, 
 Ille Amor aethereos qui non violarit ocellos ; 
 
 Non ego, non tanti funera mille forent. 
 
342 EPIGRAMMA TUM 
 
 103. Ad Chloen. 
 Mittebas vetulam, Chloe, ministram, 
 Lippam, tarpidedem, et febriculosam 
 Ad me luce nova aureos rogatum ; 
 Si tu cur rediit rogas inanis, 
 Mane istuc mihi non placebat omen. 
 
 104. In Philonem. 
 Dulcis cum tibi Bassiana nupsit, 
 Nemo non male clamitans ferebat 
 Tam pulchram illepido dari puellam, 
 Torvus quique adeo et nigeUus esses. 
 Caedis te, Philo, post reum malignae 
 Suspensum populus frequens Tyburni 
 Spectans, et querulam expiationem, 
 Occasumque tuum pie gemiscens, 
 Turmatim redit ; obviisque narrat 
 Exemplum juvenis viri, et torosi, 
 Perdigna facie artubusque pulchris : 
 Sic praebet miseris nimis popellus, 
 Detrectatque male imprecans beatis. 
 At vobiscum agitur satis benigne 
 Os durum quibus, horridique vultus, 
 Aut distorti oculi, patensve nasus, 
 Pulchri nam fieri, ut lubet, potestis ; 
 Si de quercu aliqua, per aut fenestram, 
 Vultis praetereuntibus parumper 
 Pendere horribili modo intuendi. 
 De vobis bona multa praedicabunt 
 Omnes, quique etiam solent in omnes 
 Ouaevis dicere turpiora veris, 
 Vitae qui levibus bonis fruuntur. 
 
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 105. Ad Paulinum. 
 Non agros, Pauline, tibi, non splendida tecta, 
 
 Non aurum invideo, ferripedes nee equos : 
 Sed tarn casta thoro, tarn pulchra quod obtigit uxor, 
 
 Tarn lepida, altemoque obvia melle tibi ; 
 Moribus apta tuis et ficta per omnia votis : 
 
 Invidiam faceret ni prohiberet amor. 
 
 106. De se. 
 Nos quibus unanimi cura est placuisse puellae, 
 
 Quam multa insipide dicimus et facimus ? 
 Quae simul ad sese rediit mens, omnia ridet, 
 
 Afficiturque videns ipsa pudore sui : 
 Sicut ego hestema ; sed quid mea crimina stultus 
 
 Profero ? non faciam, tuta silentia sunt. 
 
 107. In niatronam. 
 
 Abscidit os Veneris famulae matrona, marito 
 
 Ne mutuum rursus daret : 
 Quid fecit ? culpae cupiens occludere portam, 
 
 Insulsa patefecit magis. 
 
 108. Ad Cosmum. 
 
 Cemit Aper vigilans annos post mille sepultos ; 
 Talia sed caecus cemere, Cosme, potest. 
 
 109. De Mellea et Caspia. 
 Uror amat plures quod Mellea, Caspia nullos ; 
 Non sine rival! est aut amor, aut odium. 
 
 no. Ad Sdbellum. 
 Tuus, Sabelle, lippus iste cum furit 
 Cunctis minatur clam venena Colchica, 
 
344 EPIGRAMMA TUM 
 
 Et atra quicquid ora Cerberi vomunt. 
 Ab India usque virus omne coUigit, 
 Per uda stagna, perque murcidos lacus, 
 Emitque pluris aspidem, quam tu bovem : 
 Hiberniam odit, namque ibi nusquam nocens 
 Bestia timetur, pabulum quae toxicis 
 Praebere dirum possit, id Pico grave est. 
 Quin imprecari Tartarum deo solet 
 Lernae quod olim tabidam extinxit feram. 
 Hunc ego, Sabelle, rideo veneficum, 
 Tu vero ab istoc perdito retrahe pedem ; 
 Ulcisci amicum tutius, quam hostem potest. 
 
 111. In Milvum. 
 
 In putrem ut sensit se Milvus abire salivam 
 
 Servatam testa condidit aureola ; 
 Et super inscripsit, " Milvi non ossa, cinisve, 
 
 Sed Milvus, Milvi hic sive saliva sita est." 
 
 112. In Calpham. 
 Ridicule semper quantum mihi, Calpha, videtur, 
 
 A multis jactas te sine dote peti ? 
 Nam quis quod nusquam est petat? aut captabit inani 
 Siccum spe patrem, pumiceum vel avum ? 
 
 113. Ad Caspiam. 
 Caspia, laudatur feritas in te, tua quicquid 
 
 Atrum in candorem vertere forma potest. 
 
 1 14. In amicum molestum.. 
 Mon placet hostilem nimium propensus ad iram, 
 
 Quive leves graviter fert inimicitias ; 
 Nee placet eructans odiose plurima quisquam, 
 
 Fretus jam veteris nomine amicitiae 
 
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 115. In Hannonem. 
 Divitias vocat Hanno suas sua carminaj tales 
 Morsus divitias Irus habere potest. 
 
 1 16. Ad Cambricum. 
 E multis aliquos si non despexit amantes, 
 
 Si tua non fuerit rustica nata fremis ? 
 Aut tarn foiTnosam tibi, Cambrice, non genuisses, 
 
 Aut sineres nato munere posse frui. 
 Castae sint facies sua quas sinit esse pudicas, 
 
 Pulchrior ' huic forma est quani decet esse probis. 
 
 117. Ad Learn. 
 Private commune bonum, Lea, cum melius fit, 
 
 Obscurum plane est femina casta bonum. 
 Nam ^ nulli nota, aut ad summum permanet uni, 
 
 Omnibus atque aliis est quasi nulla' foret ; 
 Sin se divulget, mala fit ; quare ilia bonarum 
 
 Aut rerum minima est, aut, Lea, tota mala. 
 
 118. De Amantibus. 
 Olim si qua fidem violasset femina, quanquam 
 
 Tunc extra legem viveret, inque nota ; 
 Una nocte novo si forte vacaret amanti, 
 
 Materies elegis plena furoris erat. 
 Questus causa fides taceat jam lubrica, nostris 
 
 Sat firma est, si sit sana puella satis. 
 
 1 Cf. p. 126 :— 
 
 " Rest, jealous thoughts, and thus resolve at last 
 She hath more beauty than becomes the chaste." 
 
 - Cf. p. 93 ; — " If to one thou shalt prove true," &c. 
 
346 EPIGRAMMA TUM 
 
 1 19. De Venerea Lue. 
 Aegram producit Veneretn mundana Senectus, 
 
 Contractamque nova perditione Luem ; 
 Suspectam quae nunc Helenam fecisset, et omnes 
 
 Laidis arceret jure metuta procos. 
 
 120. In Crassum. 
 De sociis loquitur praeclare Crassus, et illis 
 
 Quae non sunt tribuit praedia, rus, et agros ; 
 Ingenium, formam, genus, artes, omnia donat ; 
 
 Tale sodalitium Tucca libenter amat. 
 
 121. Ad Ed: Mychelburmim. 
 Prudenter facis, ut mihi videtur, 
 Et sentis, Edoarde, qui optumum te 
 Longe pessima ab urbe sevocasti, 
 Vix anno ter earn, aut quater revisens ; 
 Turn Pauli simul ac vides cacumen, 
 Ad notos refugis cate recessus, 
 Urbis pestifera otia, et tenaces 
 Vitans illecebras, lubidinesque. 
 At nos interea hinc ineptiarum 
 Portenta undique mille defatigant ; 
 Conventus, joca, vina, bella, paces, 
 Ludi, damna, theatra, arnica, sumptus ; 
 Inclusos itidem domi fabrorum 
 Aurigumque tonitrua, ejulatus, 
 Vagitusque graves agunt Avemi 
 Usque in taedia ; rursus ambulantes 
 Occursu vario in via molestant 
 Curti causidici, resarcinatis 
 Qui gestant manibus sacros libellos ; 
 Horum te nihil impedit diserto 
 
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 Quo minus celebres lepore musas 
 Sub jucunda silentia : O meorum 
 Cunctorum nimis, O nimis beate ! 
 
 122. In Galium. 
 Ilia cur tenue usque sonent tua nescio, Galla, 
 Te nisi quod cantor Tressilianus amet. 
 
 123. In Fuscinum. 
 Contrectare tuos nequeam, Fuscine, puellos 
 
 Non myrrham, non si thura, rosasque cacent. 
 Pro turpi est quicquid facilis natura negavit ; 
 Si faciem demas, nee placet ipsa Venus. 
 
 124. Ad Caspiam. 
 Admissum tarde, cite, Caspia, laesa repellis : 
 
 Constans ira, levis sed muliebris amor. 
 
 125. Ad Candidum. 
 Sis licet ingenuis nunc moribus, aequior ipso 
 
 Socrate, vel minima, Candide, labe carens, 
 Nescis qualis eris cum tu novus aleo fias, 
 
 Teque auctum lucrum qualibet arte trahat. 
 Victor ut evadas, nullum ut ferat alea damnum, 
 
 Attamen ingenium poUuet ilia tuum. 
 
 126. In Gallant. 
 Poscit amatorem fervens sibi Galla Priapum, 
 
 Frigida sed castum Thespilis Hippolitum : 
 Hinc ego Lampsacides fieri tibi, Thespilis, opto, 
 
 Gallae sed gelido purior Hippolito. 
 
348 EPIGRAMMA TUM 
 
 127. In Berinum. 
 
 Credita quae tibi sunt mutato nomine prodis, 
 Nomine mutato cuncta licere putas ; 
 
 Cur tibi nil credam jam si vis, quaere, Berine ; 
 Mutari nomen nolo, Berine, meum. 
 
 128. Ad Sibyllam. 
 
 Nil non a domino bonum creatum, 
 Audacter satis hoc, Sibylla, dicis ; 
 Nee non ergo bonam creavit, Evam ; 
 lUam sed tamen oscitante Adamo, 
 Ne ^ qua perciperet bonam creari. 
 
 129. In Gallam. 
 
 Tactam te, ad vivum sed nunquam, Galla, fateris ; 
 Vah, quota pars carnis mortua, Galla, tuae est ! 
 
 130. Ad Eurum. 
 Rerum nomina, resque mutat ipsas 
 Usus multimoda vicissitate ; 
 
 Id si vis lepide aestimare dictum, 
 Inspectes capita, Eure, feminarum ; 
 Nam pars ilia novi satis dat una, 
 Ne quid de mediis loquar, vel imis. 
 
 131. Ad Paulinum. 
 Quid, Pauline, meas amationes 
 Inclamas ? quasi sit parum perire, 
 Ni tu hanc insuper aegritudinem addas. 
 At si quid ratio ista promoveret, 
 
 1 Old ed. " Nfe quam perciperet " — corrected in the Errata. 
 
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 Declamare aliquot dies polite, 
 Pulchre, et sobrius ipsemet potessim, 
 Depingens graphice protervi amoris 
 Mille incommoda, vel deinde mille, 
 Quae nusquam tibi dicta, scripta, picta 
 Occurrunt, neque visa somnianti 
 Unquam ; sad tamen usque me moleste 
 Castigas miserum, diu perorans ; 
 Obtundis, scio, perditum sinam me 
 Consulto fieri, lubet perire, 
 Suaves dum peream per ipse amores. 
 
 132. In Cornutos. 
 Uxoris culpa immeriti cur fronte mariti 
 
 Comua gestari ludicra fama refert ? 
 An quia terribilem furor irritus, atque malignum 
 
 Efficit, armatis assimilemque feris ? 
 An quod ad hanc faciem satyros, umbrasque nocentes 
 
 Fingimus, atque ipsum Daemona cornigerum ? 
 An quod apud populum tantum fortuna nocentes 
 
 Reddit, nee verum crimina nomen habent ? 
 
 133. Ad Hermwn. 
 In re si quacunque satisfacis, omnibus, Herme, 
 Cur hoc uxori non facis, Herme, tuae ? 
 
 134. Ad Aiifilenam. 
 En dat se locus arbitris remotis, 
 Aufilena, meo tuoque amori : 
 Quam nunc suave rubent repente malae, 
 Invitoque etiam rubore candent ! 
 Quam mollis manus, et benigna colla ! 
 
350 EPIGRAMMA TUM 
 
 Tam belli poterunt pedes latere ? 
 Vicina et genua, invidente palla ? 
 Quid me tam male pertinax repellis ? 
 Nempe est femineum parum efferari, 
 Sed tandem furor hie recedet ultro. 
 Aufugisti etiam ? vale, proterva, 
 Deformis, pede sordido et fugaci : 
 Vultus ergone tam feros probavi ? 
 Cervices rigidas ? manus rapaces ? 
 Non mi esset melius carere ocellis, 
 Quam sic omnia perperam videre ? 
 
 135. Ad Battum. 
 Qui tibi solus erat mode formidatus adulter. 
 
 Jam, Batte, excruciat prodigiosa Venus. 
 Quaevis Pasiphae est cogente libidine ; tu si 
 
 Rivalem admittas, denuo tutus eris. 
 
 136. Ad Melleam. 
 Quid maeres, mea vita, quidve ploras ? 
 Nee fraudem paro, quod solent profani 
 Cares qui male deserunt amantes ; 
 Nee, praedator uti, arduum per aequor 
 Hispanas reveham Indicasque nugas : 
 Expers sed Veneris, Cupidinisque, 
 Silvae jam repeto virentis umbras, 
 Et dulcem placidamque ruris auram, 
 Ut memet reparem tibi, et reportem 
 Lucre millia mille basiorum. 
 
 137. Ad Thelesinam. 
 Expresses Helenae vultus Paridisque tabella 
 Feedarunt quaedam sicut ab ungue nolae ; 
 
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 Hoc, Thelesina, doles, sed et hoc bene convenit illis, 
 Jurgia nam quovis esse in amore solent : 
 
 Quid cum te urgerem solam, quod amantis in ore 
 Saeva impinxisti vulnera facta manu ? 
 
 138. In Fabrum. 
 Heus, puer, haec centum defer sestertia Fabro ! 
 
 Quid stas, quid palles ? quid lachrimas, asine ? 
 Curre, inquam ! pueros quamvis praecidat inanes, 
 
 De nummo poterit lenior esse tibi. 
 
 139. In Afram. 
 Cum tibi tot rugis veterascat nasus, ut illi 
 
 Surgere Spartanus debeat, Afra, senex : 
 Cumque tuos dentes emat antiquarius Hammon, 
 
 Prosint et tussi pharmaca nulla tuae ; 
 Nubere vis puero, primo moritura Decembri : 
 
 Sic facere haeredem non potes, Afra, virum. 
 
 140. Ad Cosmum. 
 Ad vitam quid, Cosme, facit tua mortis imago? 
 
 Esse ut te miserum, pulvereumque scias ? 
 Cum sit certa tibi satis, obliviscere mortis ; 
 
 Res vitae incertas has age ; vive, vale. 
 
 141. Ad Aten. 
 Reginae cum tres pomi de jure coirent, 
 
 Te salebris. Ate, delituisse ferunt, 
 Et miseras risisse : quid hie, dea, si licuisset 
 
 Pro pomo rigidam supposuisse tibi ? 
 
 142. In Aprum. 
 Crispo suasit Aper febricitanti 
 Pestem protinus hanc inebriatis 
 
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 Tolli, sed penitus furente Baccho. 
 Assensum est ; bibitur simul ; valere 
 Crispus coepit, Aper febricitavit. 
 
 143. In Fuscum. 
 Quasvis te petere et sectari, Fusee, puellas 
 
 Credis, ridiculus nee reticere potes. 
 Haud aliter eymba vectus puer ire carinas 
 
 Ad se omnes dicit garrulus, atque putat. 
 
 144. Ad Lucillum et M anbaeum. 
 Carior, Lucille,' anima, vel ilia 
 Esse si quidquam pote carius mi ; 
 Tuque, Manbaee, unanimi sodalis 
 Delieium et mens. 
 
 Ecquid aceepistis, eratne laetum, 
 Otia exegisse, Cupidinemque, 
 Et suos jam denique Campianum e 
 Pectore amores ? 
 
 Nam sat illuxisse dies videtur 
 Ilia mi festiviter, et beate, 
 Quae brevi tantas penitus fugavit 
 Luce tenebras ? 
 
 I fuge hinc, abjecte Amor, exulatum ! 
 Tarn ferum haud par est hominum imperare 
 MoUibus euris, ad eas redi unde es 
 Rupibus ortus. 
 
 1 Olded. "Lucilli." 
 
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 145. In Mamurram. 
 Pediculoses esse quis sanus negat 
 Versus Mamurrae Satyricos, si quis legit ? 
 Mordent, timent ungues, pedes et sex habent. 
 
 146. In Vincentiiim. 
 Astrictus nunc est Vincentius aere alieno ; 
 
 In proprio nimium hie ante solutus erat. 
 
 147. Ad Aemylium. 
 Aegris imperat usque possitallam 
 Impostor Litus, Aemyli : quousque ? 
 Nummos ridicule usque dum dat aeger. 
 
 148. In Parcos. 
 Parcos ingenui non est laudare poetae, 
 Cui vetus horrendos antipathia facit. 
 
 149. Ad Marcelhim. 
 
 Scilla verecunda est ; Scilla est, Marcelle, venusta ; 
 Si verum utrumque est, vix habet ilia parem. 
 
 150. Ad Mathonem. 
 
 Arguo cur veram ficto sub nomine culpam 
 Ouaeris, nee titulis te quoque signo tuis. 
 
 Nunquam si fingit non est epigramma poema ; 
 Vix est simpliciter cui, Matho, vera placent. 
 
 151. Ad Cosmum. 
 Laudatus melior fiet bonus, et bona laus est ; 
 
 Solis at quae sit debita, Cosme, bonis : 
 Re turgente mali quamvis et honore fruantur, 
 Laudem ne sperent ; non vacat ilia malis. 
 A A 
 
354 EPIGRAMMA TUM 
 
 152. In Olum. 
 Sat linguae dedit, Ole, sator tibi ; parte sed ulla 
 
 Hanc potuit melius figere quam capite : 
 Nam sentit tanquam lapis hoc ; tua voxque palati est, 
 
 Faucis, pulmonis, denique mentis egens : 
 Si foret, Ole, tuam mihi fas disponere linguam, 
 
 Haereret qua tu pedere parte soles. 
 
 153. In eundem. 
 Summo ut significet patrem sedisse Senatu, 
 Hoc aliquando quod is pederat, Olus ait. 
 
 1 54- In Hipponem. 
 Lites dum premit Hippo fenerator, 
 Imam ad pauperiem redit, nee uUus 
 Ex omni magis est ei molestus 
 Sumptus, quam misero diu roganti 
 Assem quod dederat semel minutum, 
 Solum quem sibi nunc egenus optat ; 
 Laetus causidicis volensque cuncta 
 Praebebat siquidem, daturus et jam 
 Esset copia si secunda votis : 
 Invitus, genioque retrahente, 
 Solum sed tribuit gravatus assem. 
 
 155. Ad Eurum. 
 
 Eure, bonum non ordo facit, non res, locus, aetas : 
 Fit licet his melior, nascitur ipse bonus. 
 
 156. In Mycillum. 
 Flagris morio caeditur, Mycillum 
 Pullum consiliarii Mycilli 
 
 Quod stultum vocitavit, at merentem ; 
 Dicat de patre jam, nihil pericli est. 
 
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 157. Ad Lalagen. 
 
 Corpora mille utinam, Lalage, mea forma subiret ; 
 Unum spes esset cedere posse mihi. 
 
 158. Ad Haemuin. 
 
 Quasdam aedes narras ubi certis, Haeme, diebus 
 Vilia de summo culmine saxa cadunt. 
 
 Daemonii hoc opera fieri contendis, at illud 
 Vix credo ; credam si pretiosa cadent. 
 
 159. Ad Argentinum. 
 
 De gallinarum genere est tua fertilis uxor, 
 Argentine, viro nam sine saepe parit. 
 
 160. Ad Telesphortim. 
 
 Nee tibi parca placet, nee plena, Telesphore, mensa ; 
 
 Amplior haec avida est, ut minor ilia, gula : 
 Quantus enim cibus est aliena in lance relictus 
 
 Expleto quereris tu periisse tibi. 
 
 161. Ad Cassilianam. 
 
 Cur proba, cur cunctis perhibetur casta Nerine ? 
 Assuevit nondum, Cassiliana, tibi. 
 
 162. Ad Hernium. 
 Ad latus, Herme, tuum spectans, siquando machaeram 
 
 Laudo, tumes, dicens " ilia paterna fuit." 
 Si vel equum celerem pede, sive ar^enta, vel aedes 
 
 Miror, et haec fuerant omnia patris, ais. 
 Si vultum commendo tuum, fuit ille paternus ; 
 
 Servumque et scortum, et singula patris habes. 
 Sed cum nulla sit, Herme, tuae constantia linguae, 
 
 Hanc bene maternam, si fateare, licet. 
 
356 EPIGRAMMATUM 
 
 163. In Marcellinam. 
 Virgo olim cinerem et lutum solebat 
 Marcellina avido ore devorare ; 
 Nunc moechos amat, at lutosiores 
 Ipso, Calve, lute ; quid esse credam ? 
 Annon pica animi quoque haec laborat ? 
 
 164. Ad Eurum. 
 Sacras somniat, Eure, conciones, 
 Et pronunciat ore sem' aperto 
 Pyrrhus ; dissimulat, nee est sacerdos. 
 
 165. Ad Pontilianum. 
 Nascitur in lucem primo caput, unde gubernat 
 
 Pars senior, coelo proxima, sphaera animae : 
 Huic decor oris inest, huic sermoque, mentis imago, 
 
 Et prope totus homo est, Pontiliane, caput. 
 
 166. Ad Cosmum. 
 
 Sub specie mala, Cosme, boni dominantur : honesti 
 Usus ut exoluit, sic decus omne perit. 
 
 167. Ad Papilum. 
 
 Non sapit in tenui qui re jus, Papile, sperat ; 
 Solis id magnis divitibusque datur. 
 
 168. Ad Eurum. 
 Dilutum judex vinum bibat, ut sonet ore 
 
 Jus quoque dilutum ; displicet, Eure, menim : 
 At nunc juridicus jus dicit, negligit aequum ; 
 Jus ita qui judex dicet iniquus erit. 
 
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 169. Ad Calvum. 
 Et lare ridiculum est, aliena et quaerere terra 
 Pacem animi ; nusquam est, sit nisi. Calve, domi. 
 
 \^o. In Melissam. 
 Sex nupta et triginta annis, sterilisque, Melissa 
 
 Nata ex se tandem prole triumphat anus : 
 Cura dei, reges, vobis, proceresque, cavete, 
 
 Portentum statua parturiente fuit. 
 
 171. AdDaunum. 
 
 Carmen, equestris homo, cur fingis, Daune ? poeta 
 Si vis esse nimis forte pedester eris. 
 
 172. Ad Cosmum. 
 
 Cosme, licet media tua pangas carmina nocte, 
 Affulget schedae ' dexter Apollo tuae. 
 
 Metrica scripturo sal vel sol adsit oportet 
 Perpetuo ; insulsa et frigida nemo sapit. 
 
 173. Ad Eurum. 
 
 Cui se, nee multis praeter se gaudet amicis, 
 Si nihil, Eure, vetat, noster amicus erit. 
 
 174. Ad Labienum. 
 Dum nimium multis ostendere quaeris amorem 
 
 In mensa, et positas extenuare dapes, 
 Obtundis ; nee coena gulae bene competit, in qua 
 
 Plus condimenti est quam, Labiene, cibi. 
 
 1 Some corruption here ; for Campion must have known that 
 the first syllable of schedae is short. Qy. "schedulae" (a very 
 rare word)? 
 
3S8 EPIGRAMMATUM 
 
 175. In Pollionem. 
 Magnificos laudat, misere sed PoUio vivit ; 
 
 Laudem fortassis rem putat esse malam. 
 
 176. Ad Sibyllam. 
 Omnes se cupiunt omni ratione valere ; 
 
 Attamen est verbum triste, Sibylla, vale. 
 
 177. Ad Papilum} 
 Bellam dicebas Bellonam, Papile, sensi, 
 
 Suavius hospitium castra inimica darent : 
 Inveniat quicum pugnet, mihi praefero pacem ; 
 Ut tua sit soli Penthesilea tibi. 
 
 178. Ad Galium. 
 es lachrimae tibi, ; 
 Ut divertatur, mingere, Galla, potes. 
 
 Assurgunt quoties lachrimae tibi, si placet humor 
 
 179. Ad Labienum. 
 Quaeris completo quot sint epigrammata libro ; 
 
 Sit licet incertum, sic numerare potes : 
 Plus minus, hebdomada quotquot nascuntur in una 
 
 Londini, faciunt tot, Labiene, librum. 
 Nobiliumque minor numerus consetur utrinque, 
 
 Turba sed obscurae plurima plebis erit. 
 
 180. In Marcellinam. 
 Larvas Marcellina horret, Lemuresque, sed ilia 
 Nil timet in tenebris si comitata viro est. 
 
 181. Ad Linum. 
 Henrico, Line, septimo imperante, 
 Nondum pharmacopola quintus urbem 
 
 ' Old ed. " Papiluum." 
 
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 Infarsit numero, nee oenopola ; 
 Ingens nunc tribus utriusque crevit : 
 Primo sed praeit ordine oenopola, 
 Ac tanquam alterius parens videtur, 
 Morbos dum creat, inficitque nostra 
 Sensim corpora dulcibus venenis. 
 Quo tandem ruet haec vicissitude ? 
 Quid dicam ? nisi Daemonas trecentos 
 Sementem facere hie superfluorum, 
 Omnes quos patimur licentiatos ? 
 
 182. In Gallain. 
 Galla melancbolicam simulans, hilarare Lyaeo 
 Se solet, et fit non ficta melancholica. 
 
 183. In Tabaccam. 
 Haud vocat illepide meretricem Nerva Tabaccam, 
 Nam vendunt illam, prostituuntque lupae. 
 
 184. Ad Mauriscum. 
 Nullam Brunus habet manum sinistram. 
 Nee mancus tamen est ; sed est quod aiunt 
 Maurisce, ut caveas tibi, ambidexter. 
 
 185. Ad Phillitim. 
 PhiEitis, tua cur discit saltare priusquam 
 
 Firmiter in terra stare puella potest ? 
 Non metuis mox ne cadat immatura ? caducas 
 Nae sua sic pupas membra rotare facit. 
 
 186. Ad Lalagen. 
 Lingua est Gallica lingua feminarum ; 
 Mollis, lubrica, blandiens labellis. 
 
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 Affundens, Lalage, decus loquenti : 
 Terra est Anglica terra feminarum ; 
 Simplex, suavis, amans, locis honestans 
 Semper praecipuis genus tenellum. 
 
 187. Ad Cyparissum. 
 Ne nimis assuescas carni, Cyparisse, bovinae, 
 Comua nam quis scit num generare potest ? 
 
 188. Ad Hermum. 
 
 Castae qui servit si sit miser, Herme, quid ille 
 
 Scortum qui metuit ? perditus, et nihili est. 
 
 189. AdCMoen. 
 Pulchras Lausus amat ; Chloe, quid ad te ? 
 Pulchras non amat ergo Lausus omnes. 
 
 190. Ad Pasiphylen. 
 Qui te formosam negat haud oculos habet ; at te 
 Nauci qui pandit, Pasiphyle, cor habet. 
 
 191. In Hermiam. 
 Hermia cum ridet tetros hahahalat odores ; 
 
 Herme, ferenda magis si pepepedat erit. 
 
 192. In Mycillum. 
 Cantat nocte Mycillus ad fenestras 
 Formosae dominae, vigil, frequensque ; 
 Et cantat lepide, et patent fenestrae 
 Voci, at janua clausa sola surda est. 
 
 193. Ad Calvum. 
 Ex reditu lucrum facturus Naevola, praesens 
 Quod sperat recipit ; quam cito, Calve, redit ? 
 
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 194. Ad Haemum. 
 Augeae stabulum, Haeme, non inique 
 Londinum vocitas ; scatet profecto 
 Multa impuritie ; haec ut eluatur 
 Jam plane Herculeo est opus labore : 
 Nam nunc undique foetidum est, at illic 
 Non fenum male olet, sed, Haeme, fenus. 
 
 195. In Tuccatn. 
 
 Nil refert si nulla legas epigrammata, Tucca ; 
 De te scribuntur, non tibi ; Tucca, tace. 
 
 196. Ad Nisam. 
 
 Ouod melius saltas insultas, Nisa, sorori, 
 Utraque at melior quae neque saltat erit. 
 
 197. Ad Publium. 
 Publi, sola mihi tacenda narras, 
 
 Sed quae si taceam, loquuntur omnes : 
 Die tu tandem aliquid meri novelli, 
 Plane quod liceat loqui, aut tacere. 
 
 198. Ad Cosimim. 
 
 Qualis, Cosme, tuae est haec excusatio culpae ? 
 
 Suasit Amor ! quasi non pessima dictet Amor ! 
 Ille deus natos ferro violare parentes 
 
 Fecit, patronum quern tibi, inepte, paras. 
 Die odio potius factum, dum mittis Amorem ; 
 
 Die aliud, die tu quicquid, amice, lubet. 
 
 199. In Harpacem. 
 Fenore ' ditatus civis, nunc rusticus Harpax 
 Feno ditescit ; re minor, at melior.- 
 
 ' Old ed. ' ' Fauore " — corrected in the Errata. 
 
362 EPIGRAMMA TUM 
 
 200. Ad Olum. 
 Nupsisse filiam, Ole, feneratori 
 Gestis ; quid ita ? corrupta num datur ? prorsus 
 Ut dicis, ais, et gravida : te, Ole, jam laudo 
 Qui fenus addis tale feneratori. 
 
 201. Ad Datcnum. 
 
 Sponsam, ne metuas, castam tibi, Daune, remisi ; 
 Ipsam, ni credis tu mihi, Daune, roga. 
 
 202. In Laguin. 
 
 Cum vix grammatice sapiat tria verba ligare, 
 Dis Lagus invitis versificator erit : 
 
 Evenit ebriolis vitium par, protinus omnes 
 Saltare incipiunt cum titubare timent. 
 
 203. In Vergusium. 
 Nil amat invectum Vergusius, extera damnat ; 
 
 Nee, vicina licet, Gallica vina placent : 
 Haud piper attinget crudus, procul aurea poma 
 
 Hesperidum calcat, nee pia thura probat. 
 Bombycis deridet opes, et patria laudat 
 
 Lanea, re vera non aliena sapit. 
 Sad tamen uxorem Rufini, jamque maritus, 
 
 Ardet : at haec trita et non peregina putat. 
 
 204. In Hifponacem. 
 Terget linteolis genas manusque, 
 Vix toto lavat Hipponax in anno, 
 Rugas. dum metuens cutem puellis 
 Servat, sed bona perdidit paterna. 
 Non est lautus homo ; quid ergo ? tersus. 
 
LIBER SECUNDUS. 363 
 
 205. Ad Calliodorum. 
 Sollicitus ne sis signum fatale cometa 
 
 Ut quid portendat, Calliodore, scias ; 
 Expectes cladem (domini natale propinquat) 
 
 Non hominum, sed tu, Calliodore, bourn. 
 
 206. Ad Glaucum. 
 Jus qui bonum vendit cocus 
 Melior eo est qui polluit 
 Jus omne fucis non bonis ; 
 Sit, Glauce, turgidus licet, 
 Raucisque saevior Notis. 
 
 207. In Hannonem. 
 Carmina multa satis pellucida, levia, tersa ; 
 
 Naturae vitreae sed nimis Hanno, creat. 
 
 208. In Librarios. 
 Impressionum plurium librum laudat 
 
 Librarius ; scortum nee hoc minus leno. 
 
 209. Ad Gaurum. 
 
 Pollio tarn brevis est, tarn crassus, ut esse Gigantis 
 Secti dimidium credere, Gaure, velis. 
 
 210. Ad Ligonetn. 
 
 Cur non salutem te rogas equo vectum ? 
 Ne equum tuum videar, Ligo, salutasse. 
 
 211. Ad Albium. 
 Dextre rem peragens, vel imperite ; 
 Vera an ficta loquens, jocosa vel tu, 
 Albi, seria, semper erubescis : 
 
364 EPIGRAMMATUM 
 
 Hinc te ridiculum, levemque reddis. 
 At tandem vitium pudoris omne 
 Vis deponere ? vis ? adi lupanar. 
 
 212. In Olynthum. 
 Dum sedet in lasano dormescit praetor Olynthus, 
 Et facit in lecto quod facit in lasano. 
 
 213. In Pandarum. 
 Scrotum tumescit Pandaro ; tremat scortum. 
 
 214. In Hannotutn. 
 Scorti trita sui vocat labella 
 
 Non mellita, sed Hanno saccarata ; 
 
 At nescit miser extrahi solera 
 
 Ex dulci quoque saccaro venenum. 
 
 215. Ad Ligonem. 
 Purgandus medici non est ope Caecilianus, 
 
 Purgandus tamen est ; num, Ligo, mira loquor ? 
 Purgandus gravidae de suspitione puellae, 
 Ne te detineam, Caecilianus adest. 
 
 216. In Mundum} 
 Mundo libellos nemo vendidit plures, 
 Novos, stiloque a plebe non abhorrenti ; 
 Quos nunc licet lectoribus minus gratos 
 Librarii emptitant, ea tamen lege 
 Ne Mundus affigat suis suum nomen. 
 
 217. Ad LausuTn. 
 Non si quid juvenile habeant mea carmina, Lause ; 
 Sed vulgare nimis, sed puerile veto. 
 
 1 Seemingly directed against that voluminous writer, Anthony 
 Munday. 
 
LIBER SECUNDUS. 365 
 
 218. Ad Bassum. 
 Servum quando sequi cernit te, Basse, cinaedum 
 Uxori te vult Cinna preire tuae. 
 
 219. Ad Lamianam. 
 Nequidquam Lamiana cutem medicaris, et omni 
 
 Detersam tentas attenuare modo : 
 Innocua ilia satis per se manet ; eripe luxum, 
 
 Eripe noctumae furta nociva gulae. 
 Pucher ut in venis sanguis fluat atque benignus, 
 
 Cures ; curabis sic, Lamiana, cutem. 
 
 220. In Ligonem. 
 Funerea vix conspicimus sine veste Ligonem : 
 An quia tam crebri funeris author erat ? 
 
 221. In Marsum et Martham. 
 Marsus ut uxorem, sic optat Martha maritum : 
 Ambos quid prohibet quod voluere frui ? 
 
 222. Ad Pontiliannm. 
 Iste Bromus quis sit qui se cupit esse facetum, 
 Plane vis dicam, Pontiliane ? planus. 
 
 223. Ad Syratn. 
 Una re sapere omne feminarum 
 Se credit genus : ilia res negare est. 
 Una re sapere ut magis studeret 
 Optandum foret : ilia res tacere est. 
 
 224. In Hermum. 
 Omnibus officii ritu se consecrat Hermus, 
 Talia sed nunquam sacra litare solent. 
 
366 EPIGRAMMATUM LIBER SECUNDUS. 
 
 225. In Cambrum. 
 Cum tibi vilescat doctus lepidusque Catullus ; 
 
 Non est ut sperem, Cambre, placere tibi 
 Tu quoque cum Suffenorum sufFragia quaeras ; 
 
 Non est ut speres, Cambre, placere mi hi. 
 
 226. In eundem. 
 
 Disticha cum vendas numerasti, Cambre, bis unum ; 
 Pastor oves cuperet sic numerare suas. 
 
 227. Ad Graios} 
 Graii, sive magis juvat vetustum 
 Nomen, Purpulii, decus Britannum, 
 Sic Astraea gregem beare vestrum. 
 Sic Pallas velit ; ut favere nugis 
 Disjuncti socii velitis ipsi, 
 
 Tetrae si neque sint, nee infacetae, 
 Sed quales merito exhibere plausu 
 Vosmet, ludere cum lubet, soletis. 
 
 228. Ad Librum. 
 Verborum satis est, oneri sunt plura libello ; 
 
 Sermo vel urbanis multus obesse potest. 
 Partibus ex brevibus quae constat inepta figura est 
 Si sit longa nimis ; par modus esto pari. 
 
 ^ Concerning this epigram see Introduction. 
 
THOMAE CAMPIANI 
 
 Umbra. 
 
 FEMINEOS dea quae nigro sub Limine manes 
 Occludis, coelo ostentans, iterumque reducens 
 Umbriferum per iter ; quanquam crudelis amanti, 
 Sis mihi tu facilis ; quanquam non aequa resumis 
 Formosarum animas, festina morte peremptas. 
 Abreptas solus resonante reducere plectro 
 Threicius potuit, lucique ostendere amores ; 
 Non potuit tamen ; ad tristes devolvitur umbras 
 Quicquid formosum est, et non inamabile natum. 
 O Sacra Persephone, liceat tua regna canenti, 
 Lucifugasque umbras, aperire abscondita terris 
 Jura, tenebrarumque arcana adoperta silentum. 
 Respice qui viridi radiantia tempora lauro 
 Comprimis ; insidias, et furtivos Hymenaeos, 
 Et Nympham canimus, sed quae tibi prodita ' somno 
 Nupsit ; facta parens, etiam sibi credita virgo. 
 
 Est in visceribus terrae nuUi obvia vallis, 
 Concava, picta rosis, variaque ab imagine florum ; 
 Fontibus irrorata, et fluminibus lapidosis : 
 Mille specus subter latitant, totidemque virenti 
 Stant textae myrto casulae, quibus anxia turba 
 Nympharum flores pingunt, mireque colorant. 
 Nee minus ^ intenta est operi Berecynthia mater, 
 
 1 Old ed. " prodica " — corrected in the Errata. 
 
 2 Old ed. " nimus " — corrected in the Errata. 
 
368 THOMAE CAMPIANI UMBRA. 
 
 Instituens natos frutices quo sideris ortu 
 Aerio credant capita inconstantia coelo. 
 Admonet immaturae hyemis, gelidaeque pruinae, 
 Imbriferumque Austrorum, horrendisonumque Aqui- 
 
 lonum ; 
 Grandine concussam Rhodopen, Taurumque nivalem, 
 Concretosque gelu prohibet transcendere monies ; 
 Tantum qui placido suspiras ore, Favoni, 
 Arboreos tibi commendat dea sedula fetus. 
 Fraga, rosas, violasque jubet latitare sub umbris ; 
 Forma rosis animos majores indidit, ausis 
 Tollere purpureos vultus, at despicere infra 
 Pallentes odio violas, tectasque pudore. 
 Diva rosas leviter castigat, et admonet aevi 
 Labilis ; aspiceres foliis prodire ruborem, 
 Et suspendentes ora annutantia floras. 
 
 Accelerant Nymphaa proparata ex ordine matri 
 Pensa ostentantes, quarum pulcherrima lole 
 Asportat gremio texturas millecoloras.' 
 Hanc olim ambierat furtim speciosus Apollo ; 
 Muneribus tentans, et qua suasisse loquela 
 Posset ; saepe adhibet placidam vim, saepe et amantum 
 Blanditias cupidus, sed non cupiente puella. 
 Brachia circumdat coUo, simul ilia repellit ; 
 Instat hie, ilia fugit ; duplicant fastidia flammas ; 
 Ardat non minus ac rutilo Semelaia proles 
 Cum curru exciderat, totumque incenderat orbern. 
 Spes sed ut illusas vidit deus, et nihil horum 
 Virginis aversam potuisse inflectere mentem, 
 Dira subinde vovet, pervertans fasque nefasque ; 
 Illicitumque parat spreto medicamen amori, 
 
 1 Old ed. gives " mille colores " as separate words. 
 
THOMAE CAMPIANI UMBRA. 369 
 
 Lactucas humectantes gelidumque papaver, 
 Cyrceiaeque simul stringit terrestria mala 
 Mandragorae, condens sudatos pixide rores. 
 
 Nox erat, incedit nuUo cum murmure Phoebus, 
 Nulli conspiciendus adit spelaea puellae ; 
 Ilia toro leviter roseo suffulta jacebat, 
 Sola struens flores varia quos finxerat arte. 
 Candida lucebat fax, hanc primum inficit atra 
 Nuba, deinde linit medicati aspergine succi 
 Pulvillosque leves et picti strata cubilis ; 
 Terque soporiferas demulcet poUice chordas 
 Plectripotens, nectitque Hecateio carmine somnos. 
 Virgineos oculos vapor implicat, excipit artus 
 Alta quies, et membra toro collapsa recumbunt. 
 Vidit et obstupuit deus ; inter spemque metumque 
 Accedit, refugitque iterum ; suspirat ab imo 
 Pectore ; nee pietas, nee siderea ora puellae 
 Plura sinunt : sed amor, sed ineffraenata libido 
 Quid castum in terris intentatumve relinquit ? 
 Oscula non referenda serit, tangitque, premitque ; 
 Ilia (quod in somnis solet) ambigua edidit ore 
 Murmura, ploranti similis nee digna ferenti ; 
 Saepe manu urgentem quamvis sopita repellit, 
 Nequidquam, raptor crebris amplexibus haeret, 
 Vimque per insidias fert, indulgetque furori. 
 Nee satis est spectare oculis, tetigisse, fruique, 
 Ingratum est quicquid sceleris latet ; illaque turpe 
 Quod patitur vitium quia non sensisse videtur, 
 Maestus abit (revocante die) spoliumque pudoris 
 Tanquam invitus habet ; semper sibi quod petat ultra 
 Invenit ingeniosus amor, crescitque favendo. 
 
 Tandem discusso nova nupta sopore resurgit, 
 lUam sed neque turba vocat, neque clari Hymenaei 
 B B 
 
370 THOMAE CAMPIANI UMBRA. 
 
 Illius ante fores iuvenum non inclita pompa 
 Conspicitur, placide caris commista puellis. 
 Omnia muta tacent, pariter tacuisset lole, 
 Varum nescio quae morborum insignia terrent ; 
 Nee valet a stomacho, nee non tremulum omnia frigus 
 Membra quatit : cubito incumbens sic anxia secum : 
 " Numquid et hoc morbi est ? nam quae mutatio sanas 
 Attentat vires ? nee enim satis ilia placebant, 
 Postrema quae nocte timens insomnia vidi. 
 Ouos ego praeterii fluctus ! quae praelia sensi 
 In somnis ! quantis, O di, transfixa sub hastis 
 Occubui ! vereor diros ne iratus Apollo 
 In me condiderit parientia spicula morbos. 
 Sed nee ApoUineas pestes, nee respicit iras 
 Hie in corde pudor meus ; hoc solamen, lole, 
 Semper habes, moriare licet, moriere pudica." 
 Assurgit, cingitque operi se, Candida fecit 
 Lilia, quae gustare cupit, quia Candida fecit : 
 Quidque oculi cemunt animus desiderat ; aegrum 
 Pectus ferre moras nescit, votisve carere. 
 Singula quae gravidae possunt ignara ferebat ; 
 Torpores lassata graves, fastidia, bilem ; 
 Luminaque in morbum veniunt, putat ilia fuisse 
 Obtutu nimio ; causas ita nectit inanes. 
 Sed simul atque impleri uterum, sensitque moveri 
 Vivum aliquid, potuitque manu deprendere ^ motus ; 
 Exanimata metu nemorum petit avia tecta 
 Tristis, ut expleret miserando pectora planctu. 
 " Crudeles," ait, " et genus implacabile, Divi, 
 Quas tandem aerumnas animique et corporis hausi 
 Immerita ? assurgunt etiam nova monstra ; tumere 
 
 ' Old ed. " dependere ' — corrected in the Errata. 
 
THOMAE CAMPIANI UMBRA. 371 
 
 Coepit uter nobis ; jam virgo puerpera fiam ; 
 Nee dubitat natura suas pervertere leges 
 Quo magis excrucier possimque horrenda videri, 
 Demque pudicitiae, sceleris sad nomine, poenas. 
 Quofugiam? quae nunc umbrae? quae nubila frontem, 
 Vel tumulum tunc defuncti animi tectura cupressus ? 
 Quambene cumtenebris mihi convenit! horreo Solem ; 
 Jam culpa possum, sed non caruisse timore ; 
 Frangitur ingenuus pudor, at succumbit in ipsa 
 Suspicione mali, scelerisque ab imagine currit, 
 Ceu visis fugiunt procul a paUentibus umbris. 
 Infelix partus, nisi quid monstrosius illo est, 
 Absque tuo genitore venis, nomenque paternum 
 Si quis quaerat habes nullum ; patrem assere primum, 
 Post tibi succedam gravis atqua miserrima mater." 
 
 Talia jactantem ventis laava arbitra risit 
 Invida populea latitans sub cortice Nais ; 
 Laetaque per sentas repit, tenuesque myricas ; 
 Sed simul explicuit se, proditione superba, 
 Praecipitique gradu loca nota perambulat, omnes 
 Suscipiens nymphas, referensque audita, nac ilia 
 Per se magna satis, reddit majora loquendo ; 
 Et partes miserantis agit, vultusque stupentes 
 Effingit, monstrumque horrat, crimenque veretur. 
 Inde par alternos rumores fama vagatur, 
 Flebiliorque deae tandem florentia tacta 
 Pervenit, ilia novo temere conterrita monstro 
 Exiliit, natamque animo indignata requirit. 
 Sed procul ut matrem approperantem vidit lole 
 Concidit axanimis, gemitus timor exprimit altos, 
 Exortosque utero creat ingeminatque dolores. 
 Continuo silva effulsit velut aurea, at omne 
 Per nemus auditur suave et mirabile murmur. 
 
372 THOMAE CAMPIANI UMBRA. 
 
 Diva pedem, perculsa soni novitate, repressit, 
 Interea sine ploratu parit, ipsaque tellus 
 Effudit molles puero incunabula flores. 
 Occurrit natae Berecynthia, prima nepotem 
 Suscipit, ille niger totus, ni Candida solis 
 Haeserat effigies sub pectore, patris imago. 
 
 Sed non ambiguo jam personal omnia cantu 
 Phoebus, et ardentes incendit lumine silvas, 
 Dum suafurta canens miseram solatur lolen ; 
 Obstupuit dea, nunc lucos, nunc humida natae 
 Lumina suspiciens, vultusque pudore solutos. 
 " Proditor," exclamat, " non haec, si lupiter aequus, 
 Probra mihi vel tecta diu, vel inulta relinquam. 
 Quo fugis ? infestum caput inter nubila, Phoebe, 
 Nequicquam involvis ; scelus et tua facta patebunt, 
 Nee mihi surripiet fuga te, sequar ocior Euris, 
 Matemusque dolor vires dabit, iraque justa." 
 Nee mora, per nubes summi ad fastigia coeli 
 Contendit ; nymphae tristi exanimaeque sorori 
 Circumfusae acres tentant lenire dolores, 
 Et placidis dictis tristes subducere curas. 
 lUa immota sedet, tacitoque ineensa furore 
 Ardet, et ingenti curarum fluctuat aestu. 
 
 " Felices quibus est concessum," ait, " intemerata 
 Virginitate frui ! mea jam defloruit aetas 
 Immature ; heu maternos sensisse dolores, 
 Gaudia non potui ; sed me nee gaudia tangunt ; 
 Nee duri, si non infamia juncta, dolores. 
 Nox et somne, meo pars insidiata pudori, 
 Hos mihi pro meritis partus, haec pulehra dedistis 
 Pignora, formosique patris referentia vultus ? 
 Nempe ego, Phoebe, tuos amplexus dura refugi, 
 Et simplex, tali quam posses prole beare. 
 
THOMAE CAMPIANI UMBRA. 373 
 
 Atque utinam caruisse tuo, speciose, liceret 
 Munere ! quantumvis indocta et stulta putarer, 
 Non tamen infamis, turpique cupidine laesa, 
 Cogerer ad nigros animam demittere manes." 
 Sic effata, aliquid vultu letale minanti, 
 Deficit, excipiunt Nymphae, manibusque levatam 
 Celsa ferunt in tecta deae stratisque reponunt. 
 
 Cuncta Jovi interea narraverat ordine Phoebus, 
 Factaque lascivis praetexuit impia verbis ; 
 Addiderat cycnumque, et terga natantia tauri, 
 Furtivumque aurum, et duplicatae praemia noctis. 
 Jupiter officii tanti memor, irrita risit 
 Vota deae, justumque odium in ludibria vertit. 
 Ilia sed ingenti luctu confusa recedit, 
 Conqueriturque fidem divum, saevoque ululatu 
 Indefessa diu languentes suscitat iras ; 
 At nulla in terns tanti vis nata doloris 
 Quam non longa dies per arnica oblivia solvat. 
 Jamque puer, tacite praeterlabentibus annis, 
 Paulatim induerat juveniles corpore vultus ; 
 Cui quamvis nuUo variantur membra colore, 
 Multus inest tamen ore lepos, tinctosque per artus 
 Splendescit mira novitate illecta venustas. 
 Si niger asset Amor, vel si modo candidus ille, 
 Jurares in utroque deum ; non dulcior illo 
 Ipsa Venus, Charitesque, et florida turba sororum. 
 Huic olim nymphae nomen fecere Melampo, 
 Lucentesque comis gemmas, laterique pharetram 
 Aptarunt, qualem cuperet gestare Cupido. 
 lUe levem tenera sectatur arundine praedam 
 Aurorae ut primo rarescit lumine coelum ; 
 Mox fervente aestu viridantes occupat umbras, 
 Aut ab euntis aquae traducit murmure somnum. 
 
374 THOMAS CAMPIANI UMBRA. 
 
 Tempus erat placidis quo cuncta animalia terris 
 Solverat alta quies, solita cum Morpheus arte 
 (Somnia vera illi nullo mandante deorum) 
 Florigeram penetrat vallem, sopitaque ludit 
 Pectora nympharum, portentaque inania fingit, 
 Horribilesque metus ; mox laetis tristia mutat, 
 Inducitque leves choreas, convivia, lusus, 
 Secretosque toros, simulataque gaudia amoris ; 
 Saepe alias Satyro mformi per devia turpes 
 Tradit in amplexus, alias tibi, pulcher Adoni, 
 Aut, Hyacynthe, tibi per dulcia vincula nectit. 
 Sic deus effigies varias imitatus, opaca 
 Dum loca percurrit, sopitum forte Melampum 
 Cernit oddrato densoque in flore jacentem : 
 Accedit prope, spectanti dat Cynthia lumen. 
 " Et quid," ait, " mira nostram dulcedine mentem 
 PerceUit ? meve illudis, formose Cupido ? 
 Sideream nigra frontem cur inficis umbra ? 
 Jam placet iste color? vilescunt liUa? sordent 
 Materni flores ? sed ubi nunc arcus et auro 
 Picta pharetra tibi ? cui tu, lascive, sororum 
 Hac struis arte malum? tua quem nova capiat imago? 
 At si non amor es, quis es ? an furtiva propago 
 Atrigenae noctis ? num crescit gratia tanta 
 E tenebris, jucunde, tibi ? tam vividus unde 
 Ridet in ore lepos ? tale et sine lumine lumen ? 
 Ut decet atra manus, somno quoque mollior ipso, 
 Qui te sed leviter tangi sinit, aptus amori ! 
 O utinam quae forma tuos succenderet ignes 
 Cognorim ! puer Ula foret, seu femina, seu vir, 
 Quam cupide species pro te mutarer in omnes ! 
 Utcunque experiar, spes nulla sequetur inertes. 
 Induit ex illo facies sibi mille decoras, 
 
THOMAE CAMPIANI UMBRA. 375 
 
 Versat et aetates sexumque, ciiilibet aptans 
 Omatus varios ; nequicquam, immobilis haeret 
 Spiritus, et placido pueri mens dedita somno est, 
 Jamque fatigatus frustratum deflet amorem 
 Morpheus, indulgens animo pronoque furori. 
 
 Luce sub obscura procul hinc telluris in imo 
 Persephones patet atra domus, sed pervia nulli ; 
 Quam prope secretus, muro circundatus aereo, 
 Est hortus, cujus summum provecta cacumen 
 Haud superare die potuit Jovis ales in uno. 
 Immensis intus spatiis se extendit ab omni 
 Parte, nee Elisiis dignatur cedere campis, 
 Finibus haud minor, at laetarum errore viarum 
 Deliciisque loco longe jucundior omni. 
 Et merito, his umbrae nam diversantur in hortis 
 Quot nunc pulchanim sunt, saeclo quotve fuere 
 Primo, quotve aliis posthac visentur in annis. 
 Vallem vulgus amat, quarum peragendaque sylvis 
 Fabula sit, liquidis spectant in fontibus ora, 
 Aut varias nectunt vivo de flore corollas ; 
 At quibus urbanae debetur turgida vitae 
 Mollities, studiis aliis, alioque nitori 
 Assuescunt animos, nil simplicitatis habentes. 
 Altior, et longe secretior heroinis 
 Contingit sedes, Pamasso suavior ipso ; 
 Gemmanun locus, atque oculorum lumine lucet. 
 Non hue fas cuiquam magnum penetrare deorum ; 
 Soli sed Morpheo, cui nil sua fata negarunt, 
 Concessum est, pedibus quamvis incedere lotis : 
 Ilium durus amor, sibi nil spondente salutis 
 Arte sua, tandem his languentem compulit hortis, 
 Tot puero ex formis ut fingat amabile spectrum. 
 
 Primo fons aditu stat molli fultus arena, 
 
376 THOMAE CAMPIANI UMBRA. 
 
 Intrant! gradibus variisque sedilibus aptus. 
 Hie se cum redeunt, labem si traxerat uUam 
 Vita, lavant, purae remeantque penatibus umbrae. 
 Morpheus hac utrumque pedem ter mersit in unda, 
 Et toties mistis siccat cum floribus herbis ; 
 Inde vias licitas terit, et velatus opaca 
 Nube, lubens saturat jucundis lumina formis. 
 Aspicit has tacita sua mutua fata sub umbra 
 Narrantes, choreis certantes mollibus illas 
 Quas olim didicere, vel ignes voce canentes 
 Quales senserunt dum lubrica vita manebat. 
 Sed deus obliquo species sibi lumine notas 
 Praeterit, Antiopam Nycteida, Deiphilemque, 
 Tyndaridemque Helenam, desponsatamque priori 
 Hermionem, calido dotatam sanguine nuptam ; 
 Argiam, et Rhodopen, victoris et Hippodamiam 
 Expositam thalamis, pomis captasque puellas, 
 Roxanamque, Hieramque, ut cognita sidera spectans 
 Negligit, innumerasque pari candore micantes. 
 Hinc dorsum sublime petit per amoena roseta 
 Evectus, picta et multo viridaria flore. 
 Undanti circum locus est velut insula valle 
 Inclusus, formis aptus privusque Britannis, 
 Densis effulgens tanquam via lactea stellis. 
 Prima suo celerem tenuit Rosamunda decore 
 Ingenti, cui Shora comes rutilantibus ibat 
 Admiranda oculis, gravis utraque conscia sortis. 
 Inde Geraldinam ^ coelesti suspicit ore 
 Fulgentem, Aliciamque ^ caput diademate cinctam, 
 
 1 Lady Elizabeth Fitzgerald, the "Geraldine" of Surrey's 
 sonnets. 
 
 2 Alice, daughter of Sir John Spencer of Althorpe. She mar- 
 
THOMAS CAMPIANI UMBRA. 377 
 
 Casti constantisque animi lucente trophaeo. 
 Nee tamen his contentus abit deus, altius ardet 
 Accelerare pedem, fulgor procul advocat ingens 
 Apparens oculis, majoraque sidera spondet. 
 Emicat e viridi myrteto Stella Britanna, 
 Penelope,' Astrophili quae vultu incendet amores 
 Olim, et voce ducem dulci incantabit Hibernum. 
 Constitit eximiae captus dulcedine formae 
 Morpheus, atque uno miratur corpore nasci 
 Tot veneres, memori quas omnes mente recondit. 
 Proxima Franciscae ^ divina occurrit imago, 
 Ejaciilans oculis radios, roseisque labellis 
 Suave rubens, magni senis excipienda cubili. 
 Mollis odoriferis prope Catherina ' sedebat 
 Fulta rosis, tacitam minitantur lumina fraudem, 
 Cara futura viro, toto spectabilis orbe.* 
 Conjugibus laetae minus huic speciosa Brigetta ' 
 Succedit, radiis et pulchris Lucia ° fervens. 
 Formam forma parit, nova spectantemque voluptas 
 
 ried (i) Ferdinando, fifth Earl of Derby, (2) Thomas Egerton, 
 Baron Ellesmere, Lord Chancellof. 
 
 1 Lady Penelope Rich, the " Stella " of Sidney's sonnets. The 
 next line refers to her marriage (if marriage it was) with Charles 
 Blount, eighth Lord Mountjoy, Lord Lieutenant of Ireland. 
 
 ^ Frances, daughter of Thomas, Viscount Howard of Bindon. 
 ' ' Magni senis excipienda cubili " refers to her marriage with the 
 old Lord Hertford. See p. 309, note 5. 
 
 3 ' ' Catherina . . . toto spectabilis orbe. " — Doubtless Catherine 
 Parr, whose third husband was Henry VHI. She had four hus- 
 bands ("conjugibus laetae minus "). 
 
 * Olded. "ore." 
 
 ° "Brigetta" may be Bridget Fitzgerald, daughter of the 
 twelfth Earl of Kildare ; she married (i) Earl of Tyrconnel, (2) 
 Viscount Kingsland. 
 
 ^ The famous Lucy, Cojintess of Bedford. 
 
378 THOMAE CAMPIANI UMBRA. 
 
 Decipit oblitum veteris, placidaeque figurae. 
 Utque satur conviva deus rediturus, apricam 
 Planitiem duo forte inter nemora aurea septam 
 Cernit, et in medio spatiantem, corpore celso, 
 Egregiam speciem, magnae similemque Dianae. 
 Nube sed admota propius dum singula spectat ; 
 Digna sorore Jovis visa est, aut conjuge ; sola 
 Majestate levis superans decora omnia formae, 
 Haec comitata suis loca jam secreta pererrat, 
 Conscia fatorum, dicetur et Anna Britanna 
 Olim, fortunae summa ad fastigia surgens. 
 Altera subsequitur felix, et amabilis umbra, 
 Cui Rheni imperium, et nomen debetur Elizae. 
 Morpheus hie haeret, capiunt hae denique formae 
 Formarum artificem, nee se jam proripit ultra. 
 Gratia, nee venus uUa fugit, congesta sed unam 
 Aptat in effigiem, Polieleto doetior ipso. 
 Sie redit ornatus, tenero metuendus amico, 
 Cujus in amplexus ruit, haud renuente puello. 
 Quo non insignis trahis exuperantia formae 
 Humanum genus ? hac fruitur, Junonis ut umbra 
 Ixion, falso delusus amore Melampus. 
 Sed patris adventu, somno jam luce fugato, 
 Gaudia vanescunt, atque experrectus amata 
 Spectra puer quaerit nequicquam, brachia nudum 
 Aera cireumdant, nil praeter lumina cernunt. 
 Saepe repercussis coelo connivet ocellis, 
 Amissi cupidus visi, dulcisque soporis ; 
 Et caput inclinat, sed acutas undique spinas 
 Curae supponunt tristes, areentque quietem. 
 Nusquam quod petit apparet, nee praemia noctis 
 Permittit constare dies, ut inania toUit. 
 Saevit at introrsum furor, et sub pectore flammas 
 
THOMAE CAMPIANI UMBRA. 379 
 
 Exacuit, subditque novas ; inimica dolori 
 Lux est, oblectat nox, et loca lumine cassa. 
 Silvarum deserta subit, clausosque recessus 
 Insanus puer, et dubio marcescit amore ; 
 Sperat et in tenebris aliquid, terraque soporem 
 Porrectus varie captat ; turn murmure leni 
 " Somne, veni," spiral ; " prodi, O lepidissime divum ; 
 Et mihi redde meam," prope sponsam dixerat amens ; 
 " Redde mihi quaecunque fuit, vel virgo, vel umbra, 
 Qualiscunque meo placuit, semperque placebit 
 Infelici animo ; veri, vel ficti Hymenaei 
 Quid refert ? vitae domina est mens unica nostrae, 
 Sed non talis erat quem vidi vultus inanis, 
 Quod sensi corpus carte fuit, oscula labris 
 Fixa meis haerent ; si quid discriminis hoc est, 
 Nunc frigent, eadem cum praebuit ilia calebant. 
 Ilia, quid iUa? miser quod amo jam nescio quid sit : 
 Hoc tantum scio, conceptu formosius omni est. 
 Terra sive lates, suspensa vel aere pendes, 
 Vel coelum, quod credo magis, speciosa petisti ; 
 Pulchra redi, et rursus te amplexibus insere nostris. 
 PoUicita es longum, nee me mens fallit, amorem. 
 Die ubi pacta fides nunc ? nondum oblita recentis 
 Esse potes voti cum me fugis, et revocari 
 A caro non laetaris, quem spernis, amante." 
 Sic varias longo perdit sermone querelas, 
 Atque eadem repetit, nee desinit ; igne liquescit 
 Totus, et ardenti cedit vis victa dolori. 
 Mente sed ereptam vigili dum quaeritat umbram. 
 Umbrae fit similis ; tenui de corpore sanguis 
 Effiuit, et paulatim excussus spiritus omnis 
 Deserit exanimum pectus, motusque recedit ; 
 Optatumque diu fert mors, sed sera, soporem. 
 
38o THOMAE CAM PI AN I UMBRA. 
 
 Corpus at inventutn terrae mandare parabant 
 Lugentes nymphae, flores herbasque ferentes 
 Funereas plenis calathis ; quae vidit Apollo 
 Omnia, et iratus puero hunc invidit honoTem : 
 Utque erat in manibus nympharum non grave pondus, 
 Labitur, obscuram sensim resolutus in umbram ; 
 Et fugit aspectum solis, fugietque per omne 
 Tempus, perpetuo damnatus luminis eScul. 
 
THOMAE CAMPIANI ELEGIARUM LIBER. 
 
 Elegia I. 
 
 VER anni lunaeque fuit ; pars verna diei ; 
 Verque erat aetatis dulce, Sibylla, tuae. 
 Carpentem vernos niveo te poUice flores 
 
 Ut vidi, dixi " tu dea Veris eris." 
 Et vocalis " eris " blanditaque reddidit Eccho ; 
 
 AUusit votis mimica nympha meis. 
 ^'ixdum nata mihi simulat suspiria, formam 
 
 Quae dum specto tuam plurima cudit Amor. 
 Si taceo, tacet ilia ; tacentem spiritus urit : 
 
 Si loquor, offender garrulitate deae. 
 Veris arnica Venus fetas quoque sanguine venas 
 
 Incendit flammis insidiosa suis. 
 Nee minus hac immitis Amor sua spicula nostro 
 
 Pectore crudeli fixit acuta manu. 
 " Heu miser," exclamo, " causa non laedor ab una ; " 
 
 " Una," Eccho resonat ; " Quam," rogo, " diva, 
 refers ? 
 Anne Sibyllam ?" "illam," respondit : sentio vatem 
 
 Mox ego veridicam, fatidicamque nimis : 
 Nam perii, et verno quae coepit tempore flamma. 
 
 Jam mihi non uUo frigore ponet hyems. 
 
382 THOMAE CAMPIANI ELEGIARUM LIBER. 
 2. 
 
 Cum speciosa mihi mellitaque verba dedisti, 
 
 Despectisque aliis primus et unus eram : 
 Mene tuos posuisse sinu refovente calores 
 
 Vana putas ? an sic femina nota mihi ? 
 Errabas, fateor, veros non sensimus ignes, 
 
 Nee mihi mutandus tam cito crescit amor. 
 Nos elephantinos nutrimus pectore fetus. 
 
 Qui bene robusti secula multa vident ; 
 Dum tua diversis varie mens rapta procellis 
 
 Nescit in assueto httore stare diu ; 
 Qui mihi te pactam vidit per foedera sacra, 
 
 Cum rediit, vidit foedera nulla dies. 
 Ottale, successor meus, haud invisa tenere 
 
 Per me regna potes, non diutuma tamen. 
 Si promissa semel constaret semper amanti, 
 
 Non cuperet tua nunc esse, sed esse mea : 
 Pacta prius nostris penitus complexibus haesit, 
 
 Illius illecebrans gratia nota mihi est ; 
 Nota sed ante aliis, mecum quos expulit omnes ; 
 
 Teque eadem quae nos, Ottale, damna manent. 
 Nee tibi proficiet quod sis formosus habendi, 
 
 Femina non semper pendet ab ore viri. 
 Carbones aliquae, vel si quid tetrius illis, 
 
 Deliciis spretis, saepe vorare solent. 
 Vidi ego quae cinerem lingua glutiret avara, 
 
 Jamque " In amaritie quam mihi suavis L" ait. 
 Multa suis mulier sentit contraria votis, 
 
 Prendere quae nemo prae levitate potest. 
 Ottale, nuUus eris si tu sincerus amator, 
 
 Ni malus et fallax, Ottale, nuUus eris. 
 Nam quis eam teneat, cujus levis ante recurrit 
 
 Sidere quam firmo pectore possit amor ? 
 
THOMAE CAMPIAKI ELEGIARUM LIBER. 383 
 
 3- 
 
 Ni bene cognosses, melius me nemo meoi-um, 
 
 Hoc condonassem nunc ego, Calve, tibi. 
 Nee mihi dum constat satis hoc quo nomine signem ; 
 
 Erroremne tuum, stultitiamne vocem. 
 Irascor veteri, quod me magis urit, amico ; 
 
 Nee nos vulgari foedere junxit amor. 
 Ira loqui cogit quam vellem durius in te ; 
 
 Es nimis incautus ; nee tibi, Calve, sapis ; 
 Formosam qui cum dominam sine teste teneres, 
 
 Raro qua, fateor, pulcrior esse solet ; 
 Quaeque tuis multo tibi carior esset ocellis, 
 
 Pro qua vovisses forsan, amice, mori : 
 Hanc mihi, quemque adeo nosti, tu credere bardus 
 
 Ut velles ? talem siccine, crude, mihi ? 
 Quid faeerem ? quis vel potuit minus? illico eaptus 
 
 Ostendo ingenium, nee bene sanus amo. 
 Muneribus tento, cunctaque Cupidinis arte, 
 
 Qua non est, et scis, notior ulla mihi. 
 Vici, et jam (testis mihi sit chorus omnis Amantum) 
 
 Osculor invitus, quod tua sola foret. 
 Iste voluptatem mihi scrupulus abstulit omnem, 
 
 Et summe iratus tune tibi. Calve, fui, 
 Quod tua culpa minus fidum te fecit amieo ; 
 
 Qua nisi te purges, non cadet ira mihi. 
 
 4- 
 Ille miser faciles cui nemo invidit amores, 
 
 Felle metuque nimis qui sine tutus amat ; 
 Noctes atque dies cui prona inservit amica, 
 
 Officiio, regno, et nomine pulsa suis. 
 Nam quis te dominam post tot servilia dicet ? 
 
 Ora quis ignavae victa stupebit iners ? 
 
384 THOMAE CAMPIANI ELEGIARUM LIBER. 
 
 Imperet, et jubeat quae se cOnstanter amari 
 
 Expetit ; utcunque est, obsequium omne nocet. 
 Qua (bene quod sperabat) amantes reppulit arte 
 
 Penelope, docta scilicet usa mora, 
 Hac magis incendit, cupidosque potentius ussit ; 
 
 Deceptamque sua risit ab arte Deus. 
 Nee minus ipsa dolos persensit callida, vinci 
 
 Fraude sua voluit, dissimulare tamen : 
 Discite, formosae, non indulgere beatis, 
 
 Fletibus assuescat siquis amare velit. 
 Nee tristes lachrimae, cita nee suspiria desint, 
 
 Audiat et dominae dicta superba tremens : 
 Sit tamen irarum modus, baud illaeta labori 
 
 Nox fessum reparet, pacificusque torus ; 
 Quaeque minas misero jactarunt pulchra labeUa 
 
 Mordeat, et victor pectora dura premat ; 
 Turn leviter niveis incumbens ore mamillis 
 
 Sanguineam exugat dente labroque notam : 
 Sic velut acer eques per pascua laeta triumphet, 
 
 Femina jam partes sola ferentis agat. 
 Sed simul orta dies perverterit otia noctis. 
 
 Cum veste antiquos induat ilia animos : 
 Jamque assurgenti speculumque togamque ministret, 
 
 Praestet aquam manibus, calceolumque pedi. 
 Postilla assideat, fessus si forte videtur ; 
 
 Sin minus, actutum projiciendus erit. 
 Custos regni amor est ; dominantes servat amores 
 
 Saevitia, et nuUo jure inhibente metus. 
 Odi quod nimium possim, truculenta sit opto, 
 
 Dum mea formosa est, dummodo grata mihi. 
 Turbato quot apes furem sectantur ab alveo, 
 
 Tot mihi rivales displicuisse velim. 
 Dulce nee invitam foret eripuisse puellam 
 
THOMAS CAMPIANI ELEGIARUM LIBER. 385 
 
 E medio juvenum triste mlnante choro, 
 Multorumque oculis pariter votisque placentem 
 
 Posse per amplexus applicuisse mihi. 
 Spartanae nomen tantum famamque secutus 
 
 Primus apud Graios ausus amare Paris ; 
 Quodque vir ille palam, timide petiere Pelasgi, 
 
 Crimine utrique pares, unus adulter erat. 
 Quove animo Trojae portas subiisse putatis 
 
 Cum rapta insignem conjuge Priamidem ? 
 Aurato curru rex, at regina volentes 
 
 Accurrunt ; fratres, ecce, vehuntur equis ; 
 Et populus circum, juvenesque patresque, globantur, 
 
 Aemula spectatum multa puella venit. 
 Unam omnes Helenam spectant, gratantur ovantes 
 
 Omnes uni Helenae ; sed Paris ipse sibi. 
 nil vel fratres talem invidere, sed illi 
 
 Suave fuit, quod res invidiosa fuit. 
 O felix cui per tantos nupsisse tumultus 
 
 Contigit, et dignum bello habuisse torum ! 
 Ut tam pulcra meis cedant quoque praemia coeptis, 
 
 Optarem pugnas et tua fata, Pari. 
 
 S- 
 Prima suis, Fanni, formosis profuit aetas, 
 
 Solaque de facie rustica pugna fuit ; 
 Donee vis formae succrevit, viribus aurum, 
 
 Quo sine nunc vires, et bona forma jacet. 
 Ergo sapis triplici nummos qui congeris area ; 
 
 Semper quod dones, quodque supersit habes. 
 Ultro te juvenes, ultro petiere puellae, 
 
 Rivales de te diraque bella movent. 
 At non arenti color est tibi laetior arvo, 
 
 Labra sed incultis asperiora rubis. 
 c C 
 
386 THOMAE CAMPIANI ELEGIARUM LIBER. 
 
 Vel nulli, vel sunt atri rubigine denies, 
 
 Jamque anima ipsa Stygem et busta senilis olet. 
 Forsitan ingenium quod amabile ducis amantes ; 
 
 Hei mihi, quod nimium est haec quoque causa levis ! 
 Sit tamen ampla satis per se ; tibi nulla fixisset, 
 
 Qui nihilo plus quam magna crumena sapis. 
 Ceu lepidus coleris tamen et formosus Adonis, 
 
 Nee fugit amplexus lauta puella tuos. 
 NonnuUae accedunt quas tu, furiose, repellis ; 
 
 Pulsisque, ut par est, lachrima crebra cadit. 
 O felix, si non odiosa podagra gravaret ! 
 
 Nervus et effetus, membraque inepta senis ! 
 Si non ingratae Veneris ftmesta puellae 
 
 Supplicia afflictus pesque manusque daret ! 
 Te tamen baud ulli possunt arcere dolores 
 
 Cum petit amplexus femina cara tuos. 
 Plurima possit amor ; verum si olfecerit aurum 
 
 Mulcebit barbam Mellia nostra tuam. 
 
 6. 
 
 Caspia, tot poenas meruit patientia nostra ? 
 
 Culpa erat insistens primo in amore fides ? 
 Mene fugis quod jussa feram ? quod fortis amator 
 
 Non succumbo malis quae dare multa potes ? 
 Troile, non illud nocuit tibi, Cressis acerbas 
 
 Eripuit tandem commiserata moras, 
 Non illud solis in terris questa puella est, 
 
 Dum rapit infidum mobilis aura virum. 
 Saepe alios levitas, sed nos constantia laedit ; 
 
 Supplicium pietas et benefacta timent. 
 Forsan erit miserorum aliquis gravis ultor amantum, 
 
 Cui longa poenas pro feritate dabis. 
 Ah memini ignoto languentia membra dolore, 
 
THOMAS CAMPIANI ELEGIARUM LIBER. 387 
 
 Et speciem ereptam pene fuisse tibi ; 
 More meo lachrimans aderam, fidusque minister, 
 
 Turn mihi facta malis lenior ipsa tuis : 
 Protinus insensum tibi supplex invoco numen, 
 
 Et subita ex votis est revocata salus. 
 Tanti erit in nostro semel ingemuisse furore, 
 
 Tanta erat in propriis pax aliena malis. 
 Quid precibus valeam tua pectora ferrea norunt, 
 
 Et nossent melius, sed mea fata vetant. 
 Multa tamen cupiam pro te discrimina inire, 
 
 Multa jube, dulcis nam labor omnis erit. 
 Dulcis erit, sed erit labor ; heu miserere laboris ; 
 
 Noster ab hac nimium parte laborat amor. 
 Saevitiam natura feris, sed moribus apta 
 
 Corpora, et arma manu, fronte, vel ore dedit : 
 Humana includi formoso pectore corda 
 
 Jussit, in hac specie quaeritur unus amor. 
 Quo speciosa magis tanto tu mitior esses : 
 
 Me miserum I tanto saevior ira tua est. 
 Ingentesque animos assumis conscia formae, 
 
 Virtutes novit femina quaeque suas. 
 Si lubet accedat reliquis dementia, palmam 
 
 Ut sine rivali me tribuente feras. 
 Dotibus ingenii superas et corporis omnes, 
 
 Hoc uno vinci nomine turpe puta. 
 
 7- 
 Tene ego desererem .' mater vellt anxia natum, 
 
 Unanimem aut fratrem prodere cara soror ? 
 Delerem ex animo tam suaves immemor horas ? 
 
 Delicias, lusus, basia docta, jocos ? 
 Desine jam teneros fletu corrumpere ocellos : 
 
 Ante calor flammis excidet, unda marl, 
 
38B THOMAS CAMPIANI EhEGIARUM LIBER. 
 
 Et prius a domina discedent sidera luna, 
 
 Quam te destituat, me violante, fides. 
 Ista manus nobis aequalia foedera sanxit, 
 
 Quam tu nunc lachrimis suspiciosa lavas. 
 Semper habes aliquid querulo sub corde timoris, 
 
 Femineo multi sunt in amore metus. 
 Saepe mihi Thesei memoras fiigientia vela, 
 
 Utque erat indigno Dido cremata rogo. 
 Neglectis quaecunque sclent miserisque nocere, 
 
 Haec tua sed nondum pectora laesa dolent. 
 Quid feci ? mea tu, cum non sint, crimina ploras ; 
 
 Hocne fides ? mores hoc meruere mei ? 
 Forte licet miseras fiducia fallat amantes, 
 
 Plus ilia insanus possit obesse metus. 
 Lugubri exemplo Cephali sat fabula nota est, 
 
 Ne nimium ex Procri sit tibi, nostra, cave. 
 
 Farce, puer Veneris, parce, imperiose Cupido, 
 
 Jam nimis intentas vertis in era faces : 
 Ah pudet, abjectus cecidi, miserere jacentis ; 
 
 Quern modo laesisti, nunc tueare, timer. 
 Rusticus ille prior fuit, ingratusque puellae, 
 
 Hie tamen ingenue signa fatentis habet. 
 Vixdum prima diem reserarant lumina solis, 
 
 Cum thalamum subii, pulchra Sibylla, tuum. 
 Horrida rura virum, sed non metuenda, tenebant ; 
 
 Tutum rivali fecit in urbe locum. 
 Ipsa etiam speciosa toro sed sola recumbens 
 
 Adventum pr.;,Tio visa probare meum. 
 Dissimulans sic fata, " Quid hoc ? absente marito 
 
 Ad nuptae juvenem stare cubile decet ? " 
 Ast ego, virgineum diffundens ore ruborem. 
 
THOMAE CAMPIANI BLEGIARUM LIBER. 389 
 
 Respond! blandus quae mihi jussit Amor. 
 Longa dehinc variis teritur sermonibus hora 
 
 Dum votis obstat sola ministxa meis : 
 Optabam tacitus, licet baud inamabilis esset, 
 
 Membra feris miserae diripienda dari. 
 Discedant famulae, quoties locus aptus amori, 
 
 Nee domina sistant vel revocante gradus : 
 Adversatur herae si quae crudelis amanti est, 
 
 Invidiamque sibi diraque bella parit. 
 Jamne vacat monstrare aliis praecepta pudoris 
 
 Cum reus indoctae rusticitatis agar ? 
 Forte ministra moras, sed quas abitura, trahebat, 
 
 Mansit et ilia diu ut posset abesse diu. 
 Sed nee eat prorsus, justa illam causa morata est, 
 
 Quae discedenti tum mihi nulla foret. 
 Verbis afifari, nudos spectare lacertos ; 
 
 Caetera ne liceant, haec quoque pondus habent. 
 Dum velut iratae cupio/non esse molestus, 
 
 In me odia incendi credulitate mea. 
 Tu tamen hanc veniam vati concede Cupido, 
 
 Perque tuas juro, flammea tela, faces, 
 Nulla leves posthac conatus verba repellent ; 
 
 Cassibus exibit femina nulla meis. 
 Candida seu nigra est, mollis seu dura, pudica 
 
 Sive levis, juvenis sive adeo ilia senex ; 
 Qualiscunque datur, modo sit formosa, rogare 
 
 Non metuam, et longa soUicitare prece. 
 Quae nolit, poterit satis iUa negare petenti ; 
 
 Quae velit, ilia tamen saepe petita, velit. 
 Nolit, sive velit, semper repetenda puella est ; 
 
 Hoc ferri grate munus utrique solet. 
 Si perversa, tamen formam placuisse juvabit 
 
 Si cupida, optato convenit apta viro. 
 
390 THOMAS CAMPIANI ELEGIARUM LIBER. 
 
 Annuit, et vultu probat haec ridente Cupido, 
 Jamque nova incedo mactus amator ope ; ^ 
 
 Indico tamen hoc vobis, mala turba, puellae, 
 Cum peto vos, culpam ne memorate meam. 
 
 9- 
 
 Ergo meam ducet ? deducet ab urbe puellam 
 
 Cui rutilo sordent ora perusta Cane ? 
 Mellea jamne meo valedicere possit amori, 
 
 Urbeque postbabita vilia rura colet ? 
 Anne fides, sensusque simul periere ? sequetur 
 
 Post tot formosos ilia senile jugum ? 
 " Pauperis uxor sim potius quam regis arnica,'' 
 
 Sic ais ; ah stulte reUigiosa sapis ! 
 Verum habeas ; quid enim tibi, perfida, tristius optem 
 
 Quam tali dignam concubuisse viro ? 
 Utrique et similes parias ; patris exprimat ora 
 
 Progenies ; mores ingeniumque tuum. 
 Vitam igitur nobis pingui de rure maritus 
 
 Eripiet, miserae, perfugiumque animae ? 
 Tam tristes taedas poterit nox uUa videre ? 
 
 Endimeoneis raptave Luna genis ? 
 Igneus horrentes inducat turbo procellas, 
 
 Et rapiat flores aura profana sacros ; 
 Tartareique canes diros ululent Hymenaeos, 
 
 Praedicat lites scissaque flamma facum. 
 Strataque cum lecti genialis sponsa recludit 
 
 Per totum videat serpere monstra torum. 
 Vos parvique Lares, noctumi et ridiculi di, 
 
 Terrea Pigmaeo gens oriunda Obera ; 
 Raso qui capitis, cilii, mentique capillo 
 
 Luditis indignos, turba jocosa, viros : 
 Raptaque per somnum vehitis qui corpora, et altis 
 
THOMAS CAMPIANI ELEGIARUM LIBER. 391 
 
 Fossis, aut udo ponitis ilia lacu : 
 Confluite,huc, vestro nimium res digna cachinno est, 
 
 Eia agite, O lepidi, protinus ite, Lares, 
 Pulcramque informi positam cum conjuge sponsam 
 
 Eripite, baud ullo conspiciente dolos ; 
 Amplexumque meos cum se sperabit amores, 
 
 Stramineam pupam brachia dura ferant ; 
 Aut tritum teneat carioso pene Priapum, 
 
 Praeclare ut miserum rideat omnis ager ; 
 Fabula nee toto crebrescat notior orbe, 
 
 Huic cedant claudi probra venusta dei ; 
 Ipseque nescierim, quamvis dolor intus et ira 
 
 Aestuet, in risus solvar an in lachrimas. 
 
 10. 
 
 Ilia mihi merito nox est infausta notanda, 
 
 Qua votum Veneri sprevit arnica torum. 
 Sic promissa fides ? reditum sic ausa pacisci 
 
 Improba deque meo vix revocanda sinu ? 
 Credideram, persuasit Amor, suasere tenenti 
 
 Quae mihi discedens oscula longa dedit. 
 Ergo vigil, tacitusque tori de parte cubavi ; 
 
 Esset ut infidae foedifragaeque locus. 
 Adjeci porro plumas et lintea struxi, 
 
 MoUius ut tenerum poneret ilia latus : 
 NuUa venit, quamvis visa est mihi saepe venire ; 
 
 Quae cupidos oculos faUeret umbra fuit. 
 Audito quoties dicebam murmure laetus 
 
 " Jam venit ! " extendo brachia, nuUa venit. 
 Me strepitu latebrosa attentum bestia lusit, 
 
 Spemque avido ventis mota fenestra dedit. 
 Sic desiderio tandem languere meduUa 
 
 Coepit, inassuetis ignibus hausta fuit. 
 
392 THOMAS CAMPIANI ELEGIARUM LIBER. 
 
 Jamque erat ut cuperem gelida de rupe, Prometheu, 
 
 Expectare tuas, vulnere crudus, aves. 
 At quanto levior jam turn mihi poena fuisset 
 
 Captasse impasti ludicra poma senis. 
 Ecquis erit miser ? inveniat quam possit amare, 
 
 Quam cupide indicia nocte manere velit. 
 Me videat quisquis sponsae perjuria nescit ; 
 
 En lachrimis oculi lividaque ora tument, 
 Insomnique horrent artus, dum forsitan ilia 
 
 Immemor, et dulci victa sopore, jacet. 
 Nee metuit pjomissa ; fidem nam perdidit, et me ; 
 
 Nee timuit, quorum est numine abusa, deos. 
 Conventum in silvis statuit Babilonia Thisbe 
 
 Cum juvene ardenti, sed prior ipsa venit : 
 Cumque viro periit, qui si potuisset abesse, 
 
 Haud scio nox miserae tristior utra foret. 
 Non iter in silvas, nee erat tibi cura cavendi 
 
 Custodes, potuit tota patere domus ; 
 Si velles saltern, si non perjura fuisses, 
 
 Basia si veri signa caloris erant. 
 Nam quid detinuit ? famulis pax una : quid ergo ? 
 
 Sex septemve gradus ? janua aperta ? torus, 
 Et qui te misere remoratus quaerat in illo ? 
 
 Haeccine tam fuerat triste subire tibi ? 
 Quam vellem causam vel inanem fingere posses, 
 
 Invito ut faceres ista coacta metu : 
 Sed nihil occurrit, res est indigna, nefasque ; 
 
 Impia, fecisti dirum in amore scelus ; 
 Quod nuUis poterit precibus lachrimisve piari, 
 
 Ni mihi sex noctes sacrificare velis. 
 
THOMAE CAMPIANI ELEGIARUM LIBER. 393 
 
 II. 
 
 Qui sapit ignotas timeat spectare puellas ; 
 
 Hinc juvenum atque senum maxima turba petit. 
 Incautos novitate rapit non optuma forma, 
 
 Quemque semel prendit non cite solvit Amor. 
 Quod pulcrum varium est ; species non una probatur, 
 
 Nee tabulis eadem conspicienda Venus. 
 Sive lepos oculis, in -vultu seu rosa fulget, 
 
 Compositis membris si decor aptus inest ; 
 Gratia sive pedes, leviter seu brachia motat ; 
 
 Undique spectanti retia tendit Amor. 
 Distineat juvenem neque pompa, nee aurea vestis, 
 
 Nee picti currus, marmoreaeve fores : 
 Raro urbem solus provecta nocte pererret, 
 
 Nox tenebris fieri multa proterva sinit ; 
 Siqua die placita est, noctu pulcherrima fiet : 
 
 Adde merum, Phaedram possit amare gener. 
 Haec ego : cum contra est telis facibusque minatus, 
 
 Ni sileam, triplex pectore vulnus Amor. 
 
 12. 
 
 Qui gerit auspiciis res et, nisi consulat exta, 
 
 Nil agit, hie subitos nescit abire dies. 
 Suspiciosa mora est, fortuna irridet inertes, 
 
 Omnia praecipiti dans redimensque manu. 
 Dum Menelaus abest, Helenen Priameius urget, 
 
 Urgentique aderant numina Fors et Amor. 
 Hems aequo omnes voluere cubilia, solus 
 
 Leander Cypria sed duce victor amat 
 Solus congredilur dubia sub luce puellam 
 
 Defessam sacris ante ministeriis. 
 
394 THOMAE CAMPIANI ELEGIARUM LIBER. 
 
 Saepe opportune cadit importuna voluntas, 
 
 Insperataque sors ad cita vota venit. 
 Parva sed immemoris sponsi cunctatio Thisben 
 
 Seque per umbrosum praecipitavit iter. 
 Una dies aufert quod secula nulla resolvent, 
 
 Secula quod dederint nulla, dat una dies. 
 Mane rosas si non decerpis, vespere lapsas 
 
 Aspicies spinis succubuisse suis. 
 Dum juvat, et fas est, praesentibus utere ; totum 
 
 Incertum est quod erit ; quod fuit, invalidum. 
 
 13. Ad Ed: Mychelburnum. 
 Ergone perpetuos dabit umbra sororia fletus? 
 
 Inque fugam molles ossea forma deas ? 
 Sic, Edoarde, situ ferali horrenda Thalia 
 
 Antiquosque sales deliciasque abiget ? 
 Carmina nequaquam tangunt funebria manes, 
 
 Impetrabilior saxa ad acuta canas. 
 Farce piam cruciare animam, si cara sorori 
 
 Extinctae superest, ne sit iniqua tibi. 
 Aspice, distortis Elegeia lassa capillis 
 
 Procubuit, lachrimis arida facta suis ; 
 Ecce, premit, frustraque oculos exsolvit inanes ; 
 
 Prodiga quod sparsim fudit, egena sitit. 
 Sic projecta graves Istri glacialis ad undas 
 
 Dicitur emeritum deposuisse caput. 
 Sic exhausta sacri vatis lugubre canendo 
 
 Exilium, et tardos ad meliora ' Deos. 
 Jam satis est, Edoarde, tui miserere, deaeque ; 
 
 Fessa dea est nimium soUicitata diu. 
 Assueti redeant animi, solatia, lusus ; 
 
 Exuat atratam vestra Thalia togam. 
 1 Old ed. "meliore." 
 
THOMAS CAMPIANI ELEGIARUM LIBER. 395 
 
 Nee te detineat formae pereuntis imago ; 
 
 Ad manes abiit non reditura soror. 
 Neve recorderis quae verba novissima dixit ; 
 
 Praesidio ilia minus proficiente juvant. 
 Verba dolorem acuunt, solvunt oblivia curas ; 
 
 Immemores animos cura dolorque fugit. 
 Sed tua si pietas monitis parere recusat, 
 
 Aegraque mens constans in feritate sua est, 
 Nulla sit in terris regio, non ora, nee aetas 
 
 Inscia ploratus, insatiate, tui. 
 Non Hyades tantum celebrent fulgentia coelo 
 
 Sidera, fraternus quas reparavit amor ; 
 Quantum fama tuas lachrimas, obitusque sororis ; 
 
 bene defleto funere digna soror I 
 
 Et, tibi si placet hoe, indulge, Ed[o]arde, dolori ; 
 
 Singultuque gravem peetore pasee animum. 
 Tristitiam levat ipsa dies ; gaudebit et ultro 
 
 Aseitis tandem mens vegetare joeis. 
 
 FINIS.^ 
 
 1 A list of Errata follows in old ed. The corrections ha\a; 
 been made in the text. 
 
SCATTERED VERSES. 
 
 From Davison's Poetical Rhap- 
 sody, 1602.1 
 
 A Hymn in praise of Neptune. 
 
 OF Neptune's empire let us sing, 
 At whose command the waves obey ; 
 To whom the rivers tribute pay, 
 Down the high mountains sUding : 
 To whom the scaly nation yields 
 Homage for the crystal fields 
 
 ■ Wherein they dwell : 
 And every sea-god pays a gem 
 Yearly out of his wafry cell 
 To deck great Neptune's diadem. 
 
 ' The song was written in 1594 for the Gray's Inn Masque 
 " Gesta Graiorum,'' which is printed in Nichols' " Progresses of 
 Queen Elizabeth." Nichols' text differs slightly from Davison's. 
 In 1. 3 Nichols omits ' ' the, ' ' and in 1. 6 gives ' ' their "for " the. ' ' 
 For " echoes " (1. 13) Nichols reads " trumpets " ; for " echoing 
 rock" (L 18), "echoing voice"; for "murmuring" (1. 19), 
 "mourning" ; and for " The praise " (1. 20), " In praise." Two 
 absurd misreadings are given by Nichols, — " praise again" (1. 8) 
 for " pays a gem," and " The waiters " (1. 13) for " The water." 
 
 Three other songs of Campion are given in the " Rhapsody, ' ' — 
 "And would you see my mistress' face," "Blame not my cheeks," 
 and "When to her lute Corinna sings." They are from Campion 
 and Rosseter's " Book of Airs." 
 
SCATTERED VERSES. 397 
 
 The Tritons dancing in a ring 
 
 Before his palace gates do make 
 
 The water with their echoes quake, 
 
 Like the great thunder sounding : 
 
 The sea-nymphs chant their accents shrill, 
 
 And the sirens, taught to kill 
 
 With their sweet voice, 
 Make eVry echoing rock reply 
 Unto their gentle murmuring noise 
 The praise of Neptune's empery. 
 
 Prefixed to John Dowland's 
 The First Book of Songs or 
 Airs, 1597. 
 
 Thomae Campiani Epigramma. 
 De instiiufo Authoris. 
 
 FAMAM, posteritas quam dedit Orpheo, 
 Dolandi, melius Musica dat tibi, 
 Fugaces reprimens Archetypis sonos ; 
 Quas et deUcias praebuit auribus, 
 Ipsis conspicuas luminibus facit. 
 
 Prefixed tp Barnabe Barnes' 
 Four Books of Offices, 1606. i- 
 
 In Honour of the Author by Tho: Campion, Doctor in 
 
 Physic. 
 
 To the Reader. 
 
 THOUGH neither thou dost keep the keys of state 
 Nor yet the counsels, reader, what of that ? 
 
 ■ In some copies Campion's verses are not found. Concerning 
 the relations between Campion and Barnes see Introduction. 
 
393 SCATTERED VERSES. 
 
 Though th' art no law-pronouncer marked by fate, 
 Nor field-commander, reader, what of that ? 
 Blanch not this book ; for if thou mind'st to be 
 Virtuous and honest it belongs to thee. 
 Here is the school of temperance and wit, 
 Of Justice and all forms that tend to it ; 
 Here Fortitude doth teach to live and die : 
 Then, Reader, love this book, or rather buy. 
 
 Ejusdem ad Authorem. 
 Personas propriis recte virtutibus omas^ 
 
 Bamesi ; liber hie vivet, habet genium. 
 Personae virtus umbra est, hanc iUa refulcit ; 
 
 Nee scio splendescat corpus an umbra magis. 
 
 From Richard Alison's An 
 Hour's Recreation in Music, 
 1606.1 
 
 WHAT if a day, or a month, or a year 
 Crown thy delights with a thousand sweet con- 
 tentings ? 
 Cannot a chance of a night or an hour 
 Cross thy desires with as many sad tormentings .■■ 
 Fortune, Honour, Beauty, Youth 
 Are but blossoms dying ; 
 Wanton Pleasure, doting Love, 
 Are but shadows flying. 
 
 1 Alison gives only two stanzas ; and probably the three 
 bracketed stanzas — which are found in " The Golden Garland of 
 
SCATTERED VERSES. 399 
 
 All our joys are but toys, 
 Idle thoughts deceiving ; 
 None hath power of an hour 
 In our lives' bereaving. 
 
 Earth's but a point to the world, and a man 
 Is but a point to the world's compared centre : 
 Shall then a point of a point be so vain 
 As to triumph in a siUy point's adventure ? 
 
 Princely Delights" and in the " Roxburghe Ballads " — do not 
 belong to Campion. In the ' ' Golden Garland ' ' and in the " Rox- 
 burghe Ballads " the third stanza, " What if a smile, " follows the 
 first stanza ; and Alison's second stanza, "Earth's but a point," 
 is placed at the end of the song, altered as follows — 
 
 " Then if all this have declared thine amiss. 
 Take this from me for a gentle friendly warning ; 
 If thou refuse and good counsel abuse. 
 Thou mayst hereafter dearly buy thy warning. 
 All is hazard that we have," &c. 
 
 In the " Roxburghe Ballads " a " Second Part " is appended. I 
 have not reproduced it. 
 
 Chappell, in " Popular Music of the Olden Time," i. 310, has 
 a long notice of the present song. " The music," he remarks, 
 " is in 0. volume of transcripts of virginal music, by Sir John 
 Hawkins ; in Logonotnia Anglica, by Alexander Gil, 1619 ; in 
 Friesche Lust-Hof, 1634 ; in D. R. Camphuysen's Stichtelycke 
 Ry?nen, 4to, Amsterdam, 1647 ; in the Skene MS. ; in Forbes' 
 Cantus, &c. The same words are differently set by Richard 
 Allison.'' When Chappell stated that "neither the words 
 nor music are found in Campion's printed collection," he over- 
 looked the fact that "Thomas Campion, M.D." is printed below 
 the song in Alison's song-book. 
 
 There was a fifteenth century song to which Campion was 
 indebted ; for Mr. HaUiwell-Phillipps pointed out (in 1840) 
 "that one of the songs in Ryman's well-known collection of 
 
400 SCATTERED VERSES. 
 
 All is hazard that we have, 
 There is nothing biding ; 
 Days of pleasure are like streams 
 Through fair meadows gliding. 
 Weal and woe, time doth go, 
 Time is never turning : 
 Secret fates guide our states. 
 Both in mirth and mourning. 
 
 the fifteenth century in the Cambridge Public Library com- 
 mences 
 
 ' What yf a daye, or night, or howre, 
 Crowne my desyres wythe every delyghte ; ' 
 and that in Sanderson's Diary in the British Musemn, MSS. 
 Lansdowne 241, fol. 49, temp. Elizabeth, are the two first 
 stanzas of the song, more like the copy in Ryman, and differing 
 in its minor arrangements from the later version. Moreover, 
 that the tune in Dowland's Musical Collection in the Public 
 Library, Cambridge, is entiUed ' What if a day or a night or an 
 hour !' agreeing with Sanderson's copy." 
 
 The first two stanzas were anonymously printed as early as 1603, 
 at the end of ' * Ane verie excellent and delectabiU Treatise intituli t 
 Philotvs. Qvharin we may persave the greit inconveniences that 
 fallis out in the Mariage betwene age and zouth, " Edinburgh, 410. 
 A few textual variations occur. " Philotus " gives : — 
 
 L 2. "thy desire;" " wisched contentings. " 
 
 L 3. " the chance." 
 
 L 4. " thy delightes ; " "a thousand sad." 
 
 L 7. " wanton plesoures." 
 
 L 13. "of the world. ' ' 
 
 L 14. "of the earths." 
 
 1.15. " the point of. " 
 
 1. 16. "As to delight." 
 
 1.18. " Here is nothing. " 
 
 1.19. " are but streams. '' 
 
 U. 2i-2a. ' ' Well or wo tyme dois go, in tyme is no returning. " 
 (In the "Golden Garland" and " Roxburghe Ballads" the 
 reading is "Wealth or woe. There is no returning.") 
 
SCATTERED VERSES. 401 
 
 [What ' if a smile, or a beck, or a look. 
 Feed thy fond thoughts with many a sweet conceiving ; 
 May not that smile, or that beck, or that look, 
 Tell thee as well they are but vain deceiving ? ^ 
 
 Why should beauty be so proud. 
 
 In things of no surmounting ? 
 
 All her wealth is but [a] shroud. 
 
 Of ^ a rich accounting. 
 
 Then in this repose no bliss, 
 
 Which is vain and idle ; 
 
 Beauty's flow'rs have their hours, 
 
 Time doth hold the bridle. 
 
 What if the world, with allures of her wealth, 
 Raise thy degree to a place of high advancing ; 
 May not the world, by a check of that wealth. 
 Bring thee again to as low despised chancing ? 
 
 Whilst the sun of wealth doth shine 
 
 Thou shalt have friends plenty ; 
 
 But, come want, then they repine. 
 
 Not one abides of twenty. 
 
 Wealth and friends holds and ends. 
 
 As your fortunes rise and fall : 
 
 Up and down, smile * and frown. 
 
 Certain is no state at all. 
 
 What if a grief, or a strain, or a fit. 
 
 Pinch thee with pain of the feeling pangs of sickness ; 
 
 May not that gripe, or that strain, or that fit 
 
 Shew thee the form of thine own true perfect likeness ? 
 
 1 In these bracketed stanzas I follow — with some slight correc- 
 tions — the text of the "Golden Garland" and " Roxburghe 
 Ballads." Chappell's text is somewhat different. 
 
 2 " Golden Garland " and " Roxburghe Ballads " give 
 " deceiuings." 
 
 ^ Chappell's reading " Nothing of accounting " is far better. 
 4 So Chappell. — "Golden Garland" and" Roxburghe Ballads " 
 give " rise " (caught from the preceding line). 
 DD 
 
402 SCATTERED VERSES. 
 
 Health is but.a glimpse of joy, 
 Subject to all changes ; 
 Mirth is but a silly toy, 
 Which mishap estranges. 
 Tell me, then, silly man. 
 Why art thou so weak of wit, 
 As to be in jeopardy. 
 When thou mayst in quiet sit ?] 
 
 Prefixed to Alfonso Ferra- 
 Bosco's Airs, i6og. 
 
 To the Worthy Author. 
 
 MUSIC'S rich master and the offspring 
 Of rich music's father,'^ 
 Old Alfonso's image living, 
 
 These fair flowers you gather 
 Scatter through the British soil ; 
 
 Give thy fame free wing, 
 And gain the merit of thy toil. 
 We whose loves affect to praise thee, 
 Beyond thine own deserts can never raise thee. 
 
 By T. Campion, Doctor in Physic. 
 
 1 Alfonso Ferrabosco, the elder, was a famous musician ; 
 "inferior to none" (says Peacham in the " Compleat Gentle- 
 man "). 
 
SCATTERED VERSES. 403 
 
 Prefixed to Coryat's Crudities, 
 1611. 
 
 Jncipit Thotnas Campianus 
 
 Medicinae Doctor. 
 
 In Peragrantissimi, Itinerosissimi, 
 
 MoiUiscandentissimique Peditis Tho- 
 
 tnae Coryati, viginti hebdomadarium 
 
 Diariiim, sex pedibus gradiens, 
 
 partim vero claudicans, 
 
 Encomiasticon. 
 
 A D Venetos venit corio Coryatus ab uno 
 "^ Vectus, et, ut vectus, paene revecius erat. 
 Nave una Dracus sic totum circuit orbem. 
 At rediens retulit te, Cory ate, minus. 
 Illius undigenas tenet unica charta labores, 
 Tota tuos sed vix bibliotheca capif. 
 
 Explicit Thomas Campianus. 
 
404 SCATTERED VERSES. 
 
 Prefixed to Thomas Ravens- 
 croft's A Brief Discourse 
 of the true {iut neglected) use 
 of Charact ring the Degrees 
 by their Perfection, Imper- 
 fection, and Diminution 
 in Measurable Music, &c. 
 1614. 4to. 
 
 MARKS that did limit lands in former times 
 None durst remove ; so much the common 
 good 
 Prevailed with all men : 'twas the worst of crimes. 
 
 The like in Music may be understood, 
 For that the treasure of the soul is next 
 
 To the rich store-house of divinity : 
 Both comfort souls that are with care perplext, 
 
 And set the spirit both from passions free. 
 The marks that limit Music here are taught, 
 
 So fixed of old, which none by right can change, 
 Though Use much alteration hath wrought, 
 
 To Music's fathers that would now seem strange. 
 The best embrace, which herein you may find. 
 And th' author praise for his good work and mind. 
 
SCATTERED VERSES. 405 
 
 From a MS. commonplace-book 
 (of the middle- of the seven- 
 teenth century) belonging to 
 his Grace the Duke of 
 
 BUCCLEUCH. 
 
 T T IDE not,' sweetest Love, a sight so pleasing 
 •*- -L As those smalls ^ so light composed. 
 Those fair pillars your knees gently easing, 
 That tell wonders, being disclosed. 
 O show me yet a little more : 
 Here's the way, bar not the door. 
 
 How like sister's " twines these knees are joined 
 
 To resist my bold ^ approaching ! 
 
 Why should beauty lurk, like ° mines uncoined ? 
 
 Love is right and no encroaching. 
 
 O show me yet a little more : 
 
 Here's the way, bar not the door. 
 
 ' I attribute these verses to Campion from internal evidence. 
 Compare " Sweet, exclude me not," pp. 74-5. 
 
 ^ MS. "smales. " (Small was the term for the stock of a 
 pillar. ) 
 
 3 Sister was an old form of sewster. The expression sister's 
 thread is common : see Dyce's edition of Gifford's Ford, iii. 
 
 54- 
 
 ^ MS. "blood." 
 
 '■ MS. "like mine eyes vncoyned." (The amended text is 
 hardly satisfactory. Campion is comparing virgin beauty to the 
 uncoined metal in a mine. ) 
 
 FINIS. 
 
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