Pans Pipe, Three Pastorall Eglogues, in English Hexameter With Other Poetical Verses delightfull. For the further delight of the Reader, the Printer hath annexed hereunto the delectable Poeme of the Fisher-mans Tale [by Francis Sabie] |
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This once said, he shed many teares, his mother as heauy,
Skreeking out, did bid him adue, my daughter Alinda
Seemed half mad with grief, she skies with dollorous ecchoes
Made to resound, amōg many words, these sadly pronouncing
I will with thee goe, I wil be banished also,
Ile take also part of thine hard destiny, Faustus,
But now must he depart, time vrg'd his heavy departure:
Now needs must he go hence, farewel to the watery riuers,
Farwel he said to the fields, to the woods, & greenleaued forrest
And to the town whō he thought surely he shuld neuer again see
Now was he gone quite away, and at length came to the cittie,
Where great god Thamasis, with an huge & horrible murmur
Guideth his vncoth waues, here was the place where he rested,
Here was he forste to abide the seruile yoke of a master,
Here what euils he abode, what miserie sufferd, I need not
Tel thee: needlesse twas to tel thee't Damon, imagine
That many griefes he abode, much toyle and slauery suffred,
Many reproches he bore, oft times my daughter Alinda
Sent priuie gifts vnto him, he greeted her oft with a token,
& which was most rare, their loue which whē they wer infants
First began, neither ire of Gods, time an eater of all things,
Nor proud waspish Fate, able was any whit to diminish,
But the more fate, fretting time, and gods cruel anger
Sought by threatning force, the same to cancell or alter,
More greater it did waxe, she sent, I remember a napkin
With needle wrought vnto him, wherin this posie she feined,
Though time fret, gods chafe, and peruerse destinie thunder,
her mind yet neuer shall thine Alinda varie.
This gift he receiu'd, and opportunity chauncing
a thing to him rare, this wofull letter he framed,
Skreeking out, did bid him adue, my daughter Alinda
Seemed half mad with grief, she skies with dollorous ecchoes
Made to resound, amōg many words, these sadly pronouncing
I will with thee goe, I wil be banished also,
Ile take also part of thine hard destiny, Faustus,
But now must he depart, time vrg'd his heavy departure:
Now needs must he go hence, farewel to the watery riuers,
Farwel he said to the fields, to the woods, & greenleaued forrest
And to the town whō he thought surely he shuld neuer again see
Now was he gone quite away, and at length came to the cittie,
Where great god Thamasis, with an huge & horrible murmur
Guideth his vncoth waues, here was the place where he rested,
Here was he forste to abide the seruile yoke of a master,
Here what euils he abode, what miserie sufferd, I need not
Tel thee: needlesse twas to tel thee't Damon, imagine
That many griefes he abode, much toyle and slauery suffred,
Many reproches he bore, oft times my daughter Alinda
Sent priuie gifts vnto him, he greeted her oft with a token,
& which was most rare, their loue which whē they wer infants
First began, neither ire of Gods, time an eater of all things,
Nor proud waspish Fate, able was any whit to diminish,
But the more fate, fretting time, and gods cruel anger
Sought by threatning force, the same to cancell or alter,
More greater it did waxe, she sent, I remember a napkin
Though time fret, gods chafe, and peruerse destinie thunder,
her mind yet neuer shall thine Alinda varie.
This gift he receiu'd, and opportunity chauncing
a thing to him rare, this wofull letter he framed,
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