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Those be the shepherds which my Cynthia serve On hills and downs, withouten dread or danger; Az Tea, belides a thousand more at land ;

No ravenous wolves the goodman's hope deFor land and sea my Cynthia doth deserve

stroy, To have in her commandement at hand.

Nor outlaws fell affray the foreft-ranger :
Thereat I wonder much, till wondering more There learned arts du flourish in great honour,
Ånd more, at length we land far off descryde And poet' wits are had in peerless price;
Which fight much gladed me; for much afore Religion hath lay-powre to reft upon her,
I feard leit land we never should have cyde : Advancing vertue and fupprefling vice.
Thereto our ship her course directly bent, For end, all good, all grace, there freely grows,
As if the way she perfectly had known.

Had people grace it gratefully to use;
We Lynday pass, by that same name is ment For God his gifts there plenteously bestows,
An ifand which the first to weit was hown; But graceless men them greatly do abuse."
From thence another world of land we kend, “ But say on further, then," said Corylas,
Floating amid the sea in jeopardy,

* The rest of thine adventures that becided." And round about with mighty white rocks hend, “ Forth on our voyage we by lend did pars," Against the sea's encroaching cruelty :

Quoth he, as that fame fhepherd still us guid.
Those same, the shepherd told me, were the fields ed,
In which Dame Cynthia her land-herds fed, (Intil that we co Cynthia's presence came,
Fair goodly fields, than which Armulla yields Whuse glory, greater than my simple thought,
None fairer, nor more fruitful to be red :

I found much greater than the former fame;
The first of which we nigh approached was Such greatness I cannot compare to ought :
An high head-land, thrust far into the sea, But if I her like ought on earth might read,
Like to an horn, whereof the name it has, I would her liking to a crown of lillies
Yet seem'd to be a goodly pleasant lea :

Upon a virgin bride's adorned head,
There did a lofty mount at first us greet,

With roses dighe, and goolds, and daffadilies ;
Which did a stately heap of stones uprear, Or like the circlet of a turtle true,
That secm'd amid the surges for to fleet,

In which all colours of the rainbow be;
Mach greater than that frame which us did bear; Or like fair Phæbe's girlond shining new,
There did our ship her fruitful womb unlade, In which all pure perfection one may see.
and put us all amore on Cynthia's land.”

But vain it is to think by paragon * What land is that thou mcanst ?” then Cuddy of earthly things to judge of things divine : faid;

Her power, her mercy, and her wisdom, none • And is there other than whereon we stand ?" Can deem, but who the Godhead can define. * Ah! Cuddy,” then quoth Colin, “ thou's a Why then do I, base shepherd ! bold and fon,

blind, That hast not seen least part of Nature's work: Presume the things so sacred to profane ? Much more there is unken'd than thou doost More fit it is t'adore with humble mind kon,

The image of the heavens in shape humane." And much more that does from mens knowledge With that Alexis broke his tale afunder, lurk :

Saying, “ By wondring at thy Cyathia's praise, For that same land much larger is than this, Colin, thyself thou mak'tt us more to wonder, And other men, and beasts, and birds, doth feed : And her upraising doost thyself upraise, Their fruitful corn, fair trees, fresh herbage, is, But lct us hear what grace the thewed thee, And all things eľse that living creatures need. And how that thepherd strange thy cause adBeldes, most goodly rivers there appear,

vanc'd.” No wit inferior to thy Fanchins praise,

“ The Shepherd of the Oceau (quoth he) Or unto Allo, or to Mulla clear;

Unto that goddes' grace me first enhanc'd, Nought hast thou, foolish Boy! seen in thy And to mine oaten pipe enclin’d her ear, days."

That she thenceforth therein gan take delight, # But if that land be there," quoth he," as here, And it defir'd at timely hours to hear, And is their heaven likewise there all one? All were my notes but rude and roughly dight; And if like heaver, be heavenly graces there, For not by measure of her own great mind, Like as in this fame world where we do wonne?" And wondrous worth, she mott my fimple fong, “ Both heaven and heavenly graces do much But ioy'd that country shepherd ought could more,"

find Quoth he, “ abound in that same land than Worth hearkening tnemongst that learned throng.". this;

" Why," said Alexis, “ then, what needeth she, I or there all happy peace and plenteons store That is so great a shepherdess herself, Confpire in one to make contented bliss ;

And hath so many shepherds in her fee, No wailing there, nor wretchedness, is heard, To hear thee fing, a simple filly elf ? No bloody issucs, nor no leprosies,

Or be the shepherds which do serve her laisie, No griefly famine, nor no raging sweard, That they lift not their merry pipes apply? No nightly bodrags, nor no hue and cries : Or be their pipes untuneable and crafie, The hepherds there abroad may safely lie That they cannot her honour worthily ?"

« Ah! nay, said Colin, neither so nor so; Help, O ye Shepherds! help ye all in this, For better shepherds be not under skie,

Help Amarillis this her loss to mourn; Nor better able, when they list to blow

Her loss is yours, your loss Amyntas is, Their pipes aloud ber name to glorifie.

Amyntas! flower of fhepherds pride forlorn ; There is good Harpalus, now wozen aged He, whilft he lived, was the noblest swain In faithful service of fair Cynthia,

That ever piped on an oaten quill; And there is Corydon, but weanly waged, Both did he other which could pipe maintain, Yet a bleft wit of most I know this day :

And eke could pipe himself with passing skill. And there is sad Alcyon, bent to mourn,

And there, though last, not least is Action, Thou fit to frame an everlasting dictie,

A gentler shepherd may no where be found, Whole gentle fpright for Daphne's death doth Whose Muse full of high thoughts invention, tourn

Doth like himself heroically found.
Sweet lays of love to endless plaints of pittie. All these, and many others more remain,
Ah! penlive Boy! pursue that brave conceit, Now after Attro fell is dead and gone;
In thy sweet eglantine of meriflure;

But while as Astrofell did live and raigni,
Lift up thy notes unto their wonted hight, Amongst all these was none his paragon.
That may thy Muse and mates to mirth allure. All these do flourifh in their fundry kind,
There eke is Pallin, worthy of great praise, And do their Cynthia immortal make,
Albe he envy at my ruftick quill,

Yet found I liking in her royal mind, And there is pleasing Alcon, could he raise Not for my skill, but for that lacpherd's fake." His tunes from layes to matter of more skill. Then fpake a lovely lafs hight Lucida; And there is old Palemon, free from spight, “ Shepherd, enough of thepherds thou halt rold, Whose carefull pipe may nakc thc hearer which favour thee and honour Cynthia ; rew,

But of so many nymphs which she doth hold Yet he himself may rewed be more right, In her retincw, thou hast nothing said That sung so long until quite hoarse he grew, That seems with none of them thou favour founde And there is Alabaster, chroughly taught

eft, Lo all his skill, though knowen yet to few, Or art ingrateful to cach gentle maid, Yet were he known to Cynthia as he ought, That nonc of all their due deserts refounded." His Eliseis would be read anew :

“ Ah! far be it.” quoth Colin Clout, " {ro me, Who lives that can match that heroick song That I of gentle maids fhould ill deserve, Which he hath of chat mighty princefs made ? For that myself I do prcfess to be O deareft Droad ! do not thyself that wrong, Vassal to one whom all my days I ferre; To let thy fame lie so in hidden shade,

The beam of beauty sparkled from above, But call it forth; O call him forth to thee, The flowre of virtue and pure chastitic; To end thy glory, which he hath begun, The bloffom of sweet joy and perfect love, That when he finisht hath as it should be, The pearl of peerless grace and modesty ; No braver poem can be under fon :

To her my thoughts 1 daily dedicate, Nor Po nor Tyber's (wans fo much renown'd, To her my heart I nightly martyrize; Nor all the brood of Greece lo highly prais d, To her my love I lowly do proftrate, Can match that Muse, when it with bayes is To her my life I wholly sacrifice; crown'd,

My thought, my heart, my love, my life, is the And to the pitch of her prefection rail'd.

And I her's ever only, ever one; And there is a new fhepherd late up sprong. One ever I, all vowed her's to be, The which doth all afore him far surpass,

One ever I, and other's never none. Appearing well in that well-tuned fung,

Then thus Meliffa faid, “ Thrice happy maid, Which latc he sung unto a scornful lafs :

Whom thou dooft so enforce to deifyi Yet doth his trembliog Muse but lowly fic, That woods, and hills, and valleys, thou haft As daring not too rafhly mount on hight,

made And doth her tender plumes as yet but trie Her name to echo unto heaven high : In love's soft layes, and looser thoughts delight. But say who else vouchfafed thee of grace ?" Then rouze thy feathers quickly, Daniel,

“ They all,” quoth be, “ me graced goodly And to what course thou please thyself advance, But moft, me feems, thy accent will excel That all I praise ; but in the highest place In tragic plaints and palsionate mischance. Urania, lifter unto Aftrofell. And there that Shepherd of the Ocean is In whose brave mind, as in a golden coffer, That spends his wit in love's consuming {mart; All heavenly gifts and riches locked are, Full sweetly tempred is that nuse of his, More rich than pearls of Inde, or gold of Opher, That can impierce a prince's mighty heart. And in her sex more wonderful and rare. There also is (ah! no, he is not now!)

Ne lesse praise-worthy I Theana read, But since I said he is he quite is gone,

Whose goodly beams though they be over-digh: Amyntas quite is gone, and lies full low,

With mourning stole of careful widowhead, Having his Amarillis left to monc !

Yet through that darksom veil do glifter bright:

well,

She is the well of bounty and brave mind, She is pride and primrose of the rest,
Excelling most in glory and grca: light;

Made by the Maker self to be admired;
She is the ornament of woman-kind,

And like a goodly beacon high addrest, And Court's chief girlond, with all vertnes dight; That is with sparks of heavenly beauty fired, Therefore great Cynthia her in chiefcit grace But Amarillis, whether fortunate Doth hold, and next unto herself advance;

Or else unfortunate may I aread, Well worthy she fo honourable place,

That freed is from Cupid's yoke by Fate, E For her great worth and noble governance. Since which he doth new bands' adventures dread. Ne less praise-worthy is her sister dear,

Shepherd, whatever thou hast heard to be Fair Marian, the Muses' only dearling,

In this or that prais'd diverfly apart, Whose beauty shineth as the morning clear, In her thou mayst them all assembled see, With silver dew upon the roses pearling.

And feal'd up in the treasure of her heart.
Ne lefs praise-worthy is Manuilia,

Ne thee less worthy, gentle Flavia!
Best known by bearing up great Cynthia's train ; | For thy chaste life and vertue I esteem.
That fame is the to whom Daphnaida

Ne thee less worthy, courteous Candida !
Upon her neece's death I did complain :

For thy true love and loyalty I deem. She is the pattern of true wonianhead,

Besides yet many mo that Cynthia ferve, | And only mirror of feminity,

Right noble nymphs, and high to be commended; Worthy next after Cynthia to tredd,

But if I all should praise as they deserve, ! As she is next her in nobility.

This fun would fail me ere I half had ended; Ne less praise-worthy Galathea seenis

Therefore in clolure of a thankful mind, Than best of all that honourable crew;

I deem it best to hold eternally Tair Galathea! with bright shining beams, Their bountcou i deeds and noble favours shrin'd, Inflaming secble eyes that her do view :

Than by discourse them to indignify.” She there then waited upon Cynthia,

So having said, Aglaura him befpake; Yer there is not her wonne; but here with us “ Colin, well worthy were those goodly favours About the borders of our rich Cofma,

Bestow'd on thee, that so of them dooft make, Nw made of Maa, the nymph delicious. And then requirest with thy thankful labours; Ne lefs praise-worthy fair Neera is;

But of great Cynthia's goodness and high grace Nezra ours, not theirs, though there the be; Finish the story which thou hast begun.” For of the famous Shure the n; niph ibc is,

More cath, quoth he, it is in such a case For high desert advaunft to that degree :

How to begin, than kuow how to have done ; She is the blcom of grace and curtetie,

For every gift, and every goodly meed Adorned with all honourable parts;

Which she on me bestow'd demands a day, She is the branch of truc nobility,

And every day in which she did a decd Belov'd of high and low with faithful hearts,

Demands a year

it duly to display. Ne less praise-worthy Stella do I read;

Her words were like a stream of hony fleeting, Though nought my praises of her needed are, The which doth fostly trickle from the hive, Whom verse of nobleit Mhepherd, lately dead, Able to melt the hearer's heart unweeting, Hach prais d, and rais'd above each other starre, And eke to make the dead again alive. Ne lefs praise-worthy are the filters three, Her deeds were like great clutters of ripe grapes The honour of the noble familie

Which load the bunches of the fruitful vine, · Of which I mcaoci boast myself to be,

Offering to fall into each mouth that gapes, And most hat unto them I am so nie,

And fill the same with store of timely wine. Phillis, Charillis, and sweet Amarillis.

Her looks were like beams of the morning fun, Philli-, the fair, is eldest of the three;

Forth-looking through the window of the East, $ The next to her is bountiful Charillis;

When first the fleccie cattle have begun But th' youngest is the highest in degree,

Upon the perled grass to make their feast. Phillis, the flow'r of rare perfection,

Her thoughts are like the fuine of frankincense, Fair, spreading forth her leaves with fresh delight, Which from a golden cepfer forth doth rile, That with their beauty's amorous reflection And throwing forth fweet odours, mounts fro

Yereave of sense each rath beholder's fight; In rolling gl bes up to the vaulted skies : [chene * But fweet Charillis is the paragone

There the beholds, with high aspiring thought, Of peerless price and crnament of praise,

The cradle of her own creation, Admir'd of all, yet envy'd of none, [raics. | Emongst the scats of angel, heavenly wrought, Through the mild teimperance of her goodly Much like an angel in all form and fashion.” Thrice happy do I hold thee, noble fwain,

“ Colin,” said Cuddy, then thou haft forgot Tne which art of fo rich a spoil poffit,

Thy felf, me seems, too much, to mount so hie; And it embracing dear without difuain,

Such lofty flight base shepherd seemeth not, Haft fule porteflion in so chalte a brealt!

From flocks and fields to angels and to sky." Of all the shepherd's daughters which there be, Truc," answer'd he ;“ but her great excellence ( and yet there be the faircft under sky,

Lifts me above the measure of my night, Or that elsewhere I cver yet did lec)

That being fill’d with furious indolence, a farer rymph yet neve: law niine ere;

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For when I think of her, is oft Tought,

And eke to warn young shepherds wanduing til, Then want I words to speak it fiely forth; Which through report of that life's painted bliss And when I speak of her what I have thcught, Abandon quiet home to fceke for it, I cannot think according to ber worth :

And leave their lambs to loss, misled amiss; Yet will I think of her, yet will I speak,

For footh to say, it is no fort of life So long as life my limbs doth hold together, For shepherd fit to lead in that same place, And when as death these vital bands ihail break, Where each one seekes with malice and with Her nanie recorded I will leave for ever:

ftrife Her name in every tree I will endoss,

To thrust down other into soul disgrace,
That as the trees do grow her name may grow,

Himself to raise ; and he doth foonett rile
And in the ground each where will it engross, That best can handle his deceitful wit
And fill with stones, that all men may it know. In subtil shifts, and finest fieights devise,
The speaking woods and murmuring waters--tall Either by flandring his well-deemed name,
Her name I'le teach in knowcn terms to frame; Through leasings Ieud and feigned forgery,
And eke my lambs, when for their dams they call, Or else by breeding him fome blot of blame,
l'le teach to call for Cynthia by name :

By creeping close into his fecrecy;
And long while after I am dead and rotten, To which hin needes a guilefull hollow heart,
Amongit the lhepherds daughters dauncing round, Marked with fair diffembling curtely,
My lays made of her shall not be forgotten, A filed tongue, furnish'd with terms of art,
But sung by them with flowry girlonds crown'd. No art of school, but courriers' schoolery :
And ye, whoso ye be, that shall survive,

For arts of school liave there small countenance, When as ye hear her memory renew'd,

Counted but toys to busy idle brains, Be witness of her bounty here alive,

And there professors find small maintenance, Which she to Colin her poor shepherd shew'd." But to be instruments of others gains :

Much was the whole allembly of those heards Ne is there place for any gentle wit, Mov'd at his speech, so feelingly he spake, Unless to please itself it can apply, And stood awhile astonish'd at his words,

But shouldred is, or out of door quite fit, 'Till Theftylis at last their silence brake,

As base, or blunt, unmeet for melody: Saying, “Why, Colin, since thou found's such For each man's worth is measur'd by his weed, grace

As harts by horns, or affes by thcir ears;
With Cynthia, and all her noble crew,

Yet alles be not all whole ears exceed,
Why didst thou ever leave that happy place, Nor yet all harts that horns the high ft bears :
In which such wealth might unto thee accrew, For highest looks have not the highest mind,
And back returnedît to this barren soil,

Nor haughty words most full of highest thought;
Where Cold, and Care, and Penury, do dwell, But are like bladders blowen up with wind,
Here to keep sheep with hunger and with toil? That being prick'd do vanish into nought.
Most wretched he that is and cannot tell.”

Even such is all their vaunted vanity “ Happy indeed,” said Colin, " I him hold, Nought else but smoke that sumeth foon away; That may that blessed presence still enjoy, Such is their glory that in simple eyc Of Fortune and of Envy uncontroul'd,

Seem greatest when their garments are most gas: Which still are wont noft happy ftates t'annoy; So they themselves for praise of fools do sell, But I, by that which little while I prov'd, And all their wealth for pair.ting (o a wall, Some part of those cnormities did fee,

With price whereof they buy a golden bell

, The which in Couri continually hoov'd,

And purchase highest roonis in bower and hall, And follow'd those which happy feem'd to bee; Whiles single Truth and simple Honesty Therefore I, filly Man! whole former days Do wander up and down delpis'd of all: Had in rude fields been altogether spent,

Their plain attire such glorious gallantry Durft not adventure such unknowen ways, Disdains so much, that none them in doth call." Nor trust the guile of Fortune's blandishment, “Ah! Colin,” then said Hobbinol, “the blame But rather chose back to my sheep to tourn, Which thou impurest is too generall, Whose utmost hardness I before had try'd, As if not any gentle wit of name, Than having learn'd repentance late, to mourn Nor honest mind night there be found at all: Imongit those wretches which I there defcry'd.” For well I wot, fith I myself was there

Shepherd,” said Theftylis, “ it seems of To wait on Lobbin (Lobbin well thou knewest) fright

Full many worthy ones then waiting were, Thou speakest thus 'gainst their felicity,

As ever else in prince's court thou viewest; Which thou enviet, rather then of righe

Of which among you many yet remain, That ought in them blame-worthy thou dooft Whose names I cannot readily now guess; spy.”

Those that poor suters papers do retain, " Caufe have ) none;" quoth he, “ of cancred And those that fill of medicine profels, will

And those that do to Cynthia expound
To quit them ill that me demean'd so well, The ledden of Atrarge languages in charge ;
But fclf-regard of private good or ill

For Cynthia doth in sciences abound, loves me of each, io 4d found, 10 tell

And gives to their profeflors ilipends large;

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Therefore unjustly thou dvest wite them all Then got he bow and Tafts of gold and lead, For that which thou misikest in a few."

In which so fell and puissant he grew, “ Blame is," quoth he, “ more blameless ge- That Jove himself his power began to dread, neral,

And taking up to heaven, him godded new : 'Than that which private errors doth pursue ; from thence he floors his arrows every where For well I wote that there amongst them be Into the world, at random, as he will, Full many persons of right worthy parts,

On us frail men, his wretched vallals here, Both for report of spotless honesty,

Like as himself us pleaseth save or spill : And for profesion of all learned arts,

So we him worship, fo we him adore, Whose praise hereby no whit impaired is,

With humble hearts to heaven up-lifted hie, Though blame do light on those that faulty be; That to true loves he may us evermore For all the rest do most what fare amiss,

Prefer, and of their grace us dignify :
And yet their own misfaring will not see; Ne is there shepherd, ne yet shepherd's swain,
For either they be puffed up with pride,

Whatever seeds in forest or in field,
Or fraught with envy, that their galls do swell; That dare with evill deed or lealing vain
Or they their days to idleness divide,

Blaspheme his power, or terms unworthy yield.” Or drowned lie in pleasure's waftfull well,

“ Shepherd, it seems that fone celestial rage lo which, like moldwarps, noulling still they lurk, Of love," quoth Cuddy, “ is breath'd into thy Unmindful of chief parts of manliness,

breast, And do themselves, for want of other work, That poureth forth these oracles so sage; Vain votaries of lazy Love profess,

Of that high power wherewith thou art poflet ; Whose service high so basely they ensue,

But never wilt 1 till this present day, That Cupid's self of them ashamed is,

Albe of Love I always humbly deem'd, And multring all his men in Venus' view,

That he was such an one as thou docst say, Denies them quite for servitors of his."

And so religivusly to be eftcem'd: “ And is Love, then,” said Corilas,

Well may it fceni by this thy deep insight, known

That of that god the priest thou shouldest be; In Court, and his sweet lore professed there? So well thou won'l the mystery of his might, I weened sure he was our god alone,

As if his godhead thou didit present fee." And only woon'd in fields and forests here."

“ Of Love's perfection perfectly to speak, “ Not so,” quoth he, “ love moft aboundech Or of his nature rightly to define, there;

Indeed," saith Colin, " palleth reason's reach, For all the walls and windows there are writ And needs his priesi t'express his power divine ; All full of love, and love, and love, my Dear, For long before the world he was y bore, And all their talk and study is of it;

And bred above in Venus' borom dear; Nor any there doth brave or valiant seem, For by his power the world was made of yore, Unless that some gay mistress' badge he bears; And all that therein wondrous doth appear; Ne any one himself doth ought eftcem,

For how fhould elle chings so íar froni attone, Unless he swim in love up to the ears :

And so great enemies as of them lue; But they of Love, and of his sacred lere,

Be ever drawn together into one, (As it should be) all otherwise devise,

And taught in such accordance to agrec? Than we puor shepherds are accustom’d here, Through him the cold began to covet heat, And him do fue and serve all otherwise :

And water fire, the light to niount on hie, For with leud fpeeches and licentious deeds And th' heavie down to poize, the hungry t'eat. His mighty mysteries they do profane,

And voidness to seek full fatiety : Aud use his idle name to other needs,

So being former fues, they wexed friends, But as a complement for courting vain :

And 'gan by little learn to love each other; So him they do not serve as they profess,

So being knit, they brought forth other kinds But make hinı serve to them for fordid uses. Out of the fruitful womb of their great moAh! my dread Lord, that doft liege hearts pof

ther : sess,

Then first 'gan Heaven out of darkness dread Avenge thy self on them for their abufes.

For to appear, and brought forth cheerfull Day; But we, poor shepherds, whether sightly so, Next 'gan the Earth to thew her naked head Or through our rudeness into error lcd,

Out of deep waters, which her drown'd alway; Do make religion how we rafhly go,

And shortly after every living wight To serve that God that is so greatly dread; Crept forth, like worms out of their iny NaFor him the greatest of the gods we deem,

ture, Born without fire or couples of one kind,

Soon as on them the sun's life-giving light For Venus' self doth solely couples seem,

Had poured kindly heat and formal feature : Both male and female, through conmixture join'd : Thenceforth they'gan each one his like to love, So pure and spotless Cupid forth she brought, And like himself dcfire for to beget : And in the Gardens of Adonis mursid,

The lion chose his mate, the turtle dove Where growing, he his own perfection wrought, Her dear, the dolphin his own dolphinct i And Acrily was of all the gods the first :

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