Arisbas, Euphues amidst his slumbers Or Cupid's Iourney to Hell. Decyphering a myrror of Constancie, a Touch-stone of tried affection, begun in chaste desires, ended in choise delights: And emblasoning Beauties glorie, adorned by Natures bountie. VVith the Trivmph of Trve Loue, in the Soyle of false Fortune. By I. D. i.e. John Dickenson] |
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The description of Hyalus in an Ode. |
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The description of Hyalus in an Ode.
Ganimede th'Idæan boy,
Second glorie of the day:
Phrigiaes wonder fathers ioy,
Loues content, Ioues wishfull pray,
Second glorie of the day:
Phrigiaes wonder fathers ioy,
Loues content, Ioues wishfull pray,
Blith Adonis beauties treasure,
Venus darling, Fancies fire,
In whose lookes were heauens of pleasure,
Fruite too faire of foule desire:
Venus darling, Fancies fire,
In whose lookes were heauens of pleasure,
Fruite too faire of foule desire:
Both these would, though both were rare,
Both the mirrors of their time:
Blush if they should make compare,
With this wonder of our clime.
Both the mirrors of their time:
Blush if they should make compare,
With this wonder of our clime.
In whose eyes loue lodgd his darts,
But he did with glaunses ayme them,
That hee might subdue all hearts,
And his owne by conquest clayme them.
But he did with glaunses ayme them,
That hee might subdue all hearts,
And his owne by conquest clayme them.
Such his face such was his stature,
Locks resembling burnisht golde,
That his like, astonisht nature,
Framd not since of earthly moulde.
Locks resembling burnisht golde,
That his like, astonisht nature,
Framd not since of earthly moulde.
Nature at her selfe amazed,
O what influence then did guide her,
Sith in want such worth was blazed,
Worth which heau'ns haue since denide her?
O what influence then did guide her,
Sith in want such worth was blazed,
Worth which heau'ns haue since denide her?
May not then this louely boy,
For he was a louely creature,
Well be tearmd Arcadiaes ioy,
Blest in bearing such a feature?
For he was a louely creature,
Well be tearmd Arcadiaes ioy,
Blest in bearing such a feature?
Well he may and if not he,
Who should then our wonder be?
Who should then our wonder be?
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