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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Faustus to his loyall Alinda.
Faustus , infaustus, forsaken, banished, exilde,
in these sad writings, sendeth Alinda greeting.
Soonet my dear-loue each starre which shines in Olympus,
each litle sand maist thou count by the watery sea-shore:
Each bird which flyeth, each leafe in woods shady growing,
each scaled fish which swims in a frothy riuer,
Then halfe the miseries which thy poore Faustus abideth:
Ah, but I feare too much, least thou be grieued at it.
What ioy? what comfort haue I wretch? tis all in Alinda:
Oh but that name oft much dolour also causeth:
No sooner its named, but ioy of sence me depriueth,
no sooner its named, but teares fro mine eies doe trickle.
Ioy in that thou standst in such aduersitie stedfast,
teares in that from thee, destinie me so withholds,
But yet though fate frown, though gods pursue me with anger
though Fortune plague me, penurie pinch me dayly:
Greeue not Alinda for it, when I was exiled, imagine
then that I died, I say, greeue not Alinda for it:
And if in hope thou liu'st, say death shal neuer hereafter
take fro me a second loue, still will I liue a widow,
And it may fall out, gods taking pittie, that once I
shal to both our contents vnto thee safelie returne:
Then what thing mortall, what thing celestiall each where,
shal ioyful Faustus from his Alinda detaine it:
Not golden apples, which rich Hisperia yeeldeth,
not little gems wherewith Tagus in Iude floweth,
How many mo miseries, poore wretch, how many Caribdis,
hoping to inioy thee, would I not easily go through.
Be stable and constant, whatsoeuer destinies happen,
thy Faustus wil stand, be stil Alinda stable:
No gem I send thee, yet a costlie iewell I send thee,
that which I want my selfe, farewel I send thee my Loue,
Faustus , infaustus, forsaken, banished, exilde,
in these sad writings, sendeth Alinda greeting.
Soonet my dear-loue each starre which shines in Olympus,
each litle sand maist thou count by the watery sea-shore:
Each bird which flyeth, each leafe in woods shady growing,
each scaled fish which swims in a frothy riuer,
Then halfe the miseries which thy poore Faustus abideth:
Ah, but I feare too much, least thou be grieued at it.
What ioy? what comfort haue I wretch? tis all in Alinda:
Oh but that name oft much dolour also causeth:
No sooner its named, but ioy of sence me depriueth,
no sooner its named, but teares fro mine eies doe trickle.
Ioy in that thou standst in such aduersitie stedfast,
teares in that from thee, destinie me so withholds,
But yet though fate frown, though gods pursue me with anger
though Fortune plague me, penurie pinch me dayly:
Greeue not Alinda for it, when I was exiled, imagine
then that I died, I say, greeue not Alinda for it:
And if in hope thou liu'st, say death shal neuer hereafter
take fro me a second loue, still will I liue a widow,
And it may fall out, gods taking pittie, that once I
shal to both our contents vnto thee safelie returne:
Then what thing mortall, what thing celestiall each where,
shal ioyful Faustus from his Alinda detaine it:
Not golden apples, which rich Hisperia yeeldeth,
not little gems wherewith Tagus in Iude floweth,
hoping to inioy thee, would I not easily go through.
Be stable and constant, whatsoeuer destinies happen,
thy Faustus wil stand, be stil Alinda stable:
No gem I send thee, yet a costlie iewell I send thee,
that which I want my selfe, farewel I send thee my Loue,
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