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The fourth Booke of the third Part of Diana.
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[The faire, the fresh, the red and rosie morning]
The
faire, the fresh, the red and rosie morning
Doth follow still the long and tedious night,
And after darknes comes the sunshine day,
When Nymphes goe foorth to walke the freshest meades,
The aire resounding with their sweetest songs,
And cheerefull notes of many chirping birdes.
Doth follow still the long and tedious night,
And after darknes comes the sunshine day,
When Nymphes goe foorth to walke the freshest meades,
The aire resounding with their sweetest songs,
And cheerefull notes of many chirping birdes.
I am lesse happy then the pretie birdes,
That are saluting of the merrie morning,
With ratling foorth their sugred notes and songs:
For in the morne I mourne, as in the night,
Be this a desart or most fragrant meade,
Be this a cloudie or most shining day.
That are saluting of the merrie morning,
With ratling foorth their sugred notes and songs:
For in the morne I mourne, as in the night,
Be this a desart or most fragrant meade,
Be this a cloudie or most shining day.
In such a haplesse hower, and dismall day
So dead I was, that neuer can these birdes,
Which in the dawning ioy both hill and meade,
Nor the Vermillion face of freshest morning
Driue from my soule a darke and deadly night,
Nor from my brest a lamentable song.
So dead I was, that neuer can these birdes,
Which in the dawning ioy both hill and meade,
Nor the Vermillion face of freshest morning
Driue from my soule a darke and deadly night,
Nor from my brest a lamentable song.
My voice shall neuer change her woonted song,
And for my selfe it neuer will be day:
But I will first die in eternall night,
Though more and more doe sing the warbling birdes,
And fairer rise the bright and purple morning,
To shine vpon, and cherish this faire meade.
And for my selfe it neuer will be day:
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Though more and more doe sing the warbling birdes,
And fairer rise the bright and purple morning,
To shine vpon, and cherish this faire meade.
O irkesome garden! and O dolefull meade!
Since she, that cannot heare my plaining song,
And with her beames of beautie staines the morning,
Doth not giue light vnto my needefull day:
O trouble me no more you prating birdes,
For without her your morning is but night.
Since she, that cannot heare my plaining song,
And with her beames of beautie staines the morning,
Doth not giue light vnto my needefull day:
O trouble me no more you prating birdes,
For without her your morning is but night.
In that time of the still and silent night,
When in the townes, the hils, the vales, and meades,
All mortall men take rest, the beastes and birdes,
I most of all doe force my greeuous song,
Making my teares euen with the night, and day,
At noone, at night, and after in the morning.
When in the townes, the hils, the vales, and meades,
All mortall men take rest, the beastes and birdes,
I most of all doe force my greeuous song,
Making my teares euen with the night, and day,
At noone, at night, and after in the morning.
One Morning onely conquere must my Night,
And if one Day illustrate shall this Meade,
Then will I heare with ioy the Songs of Birdes.
And if one Day illustrate shall this Meade,
Then will I heare with ioy the Songs of Birdes.
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Syrenus.
Louers
, with pride enioy your full content,
To see your selues in fauour and in grace,
For I doe ioy to see my torments spent,
And ioy to see them in obliuions place:
I ioy to see my captiue hart so free,
I ioy to see my selfe in libertie.
To see your selues in fauour and in grace,
For I doe ioy to see my torments spent,
And ioy to see them in obliuions place:
I ioy to see my captiue hart so free,
I ioy to see my selfe in libertie.
For after suffring worldes of endlesse thrall,
The fauours of a proud and scornefull dame
So lately come, and seldome doe befall,
That euen the best, and greatest of the same
Is, not to neede them, nor to be possest
Of trifling totes a fond and fained iest.
The fauours of a proud and scornefull dame
So lately come, and seldome doe befall,
That euen the best, and greatest of the same
Is, not to neede them, nor to be possest
Of trifling totes a fond and fained iest.
Now laugh mine eies, and thanke Dianas vaine,
Thanke her that brought you to this happy turne,
Her crueltie and hate your life did gaine,
By her disdaine, by her vnseemely scorne
Your libertie, in bondage led away,
You haue redeem'd, thrise happy be that day.
Thanke her that brought you to this happy turne,
Her crueltie and hate your life did gaine,
By her disdaine, by her vnseemely scorne
Your libertie, in bondage led away,
You haue redeem'd, thrise happy be that day.
For if by suffring torments for her sake,
Ten thousand times more beautifull she weare,
And deerest loue to me if she did make,
Yet such content, as now in hating her,
I should not haue: And this doth ioy my hart,
That my disdaine doth beare so great a part.
Ten thousand times more beautifull she weare,
And deerest loue to me if she did make,
Yet such content, as now in hating her,
I should not haue: And this doth ioy my hart,
That my disdaine doth beare so great a part.
O soueraine God! that once I might but knowe
Greefe without hope to sease vpon thy soule,
And that the God of loue would wound thee so,
And so thy scornefull hart with paines controule,
That fully vnreueng'd I might not be,
For that great wrong which thou hast done to me.
Greefe without hope to sease vpon thy soule,
And that the God of loue would wound thee so,
And so thy scornefull hart with paines controule,
That fully vnreueng'd I might not be,
For that great wrong which thou hast done to me.
For then I would (and lesse it were not meete)
Be to thy greefe so cruell and so fierce,
That if with teares, and lying at my feete,
Thou didst thy paines and torments all rehearse,
And at my handes thy life if thou didst craue,
Answere I would, Thy life I would not saue.
Be to thy greefe so cruell and so fierce,
That if with teares, and lying at my feete,
Thou didst thy paines and torments all rehearse,
And at my handes thy life if thou didst craue,
Answere I would, Thy life I would not saue.
God graunt thou maist for euer seeke me out,
And (Shepherdesse) that I my selfe may hide:
That thou might'st say: O turne thee once about,
And looke on me: and that I may deride,
And answere thee, whom now I haue forgot,
Hence (Shepherdesse) away and vexe me not.
And (Shepherdesse) that I my selfe may hide:
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And looke on me: and that I may deride,
And answere thee, whom now I haue forgot,
Hence (Shepherdesse) away and vexe me not.
That thou maist say for thee I die in paining,
And on my knees to thee I come a creeping,
What noueltie is this, O what disdaining?
And I may goe, and leaue thee thus a weeping,
And answere thee for paines that I did borrow,
I ioy and laugh to see thee in this sorrow.
And on my knees to thee I come a creeping,
What noueltie is this, O what disdaining?
And I may goe, and leaue thee thus a weeping,
And answere thee for paines that I did borrow,
I ioy and laugh to see thee in this sorrow.
If this thou doubt'st with solemne oth I sweare,
That while I liue, I will doe this and more:
For now no paines, nor torments I doe feare,
And suffer not, as I did once before:
And I did neuer loue so much thy name,
As from my hart I now abhor the same.
That while I liue, I will doe this and more:
For now no paines, nor torments I doe feare,
And suffer not, as I did once before:
And I did neuer loue so much thy name,
As from my hart I now abhor the same.
And glad I am he hath forgot thee quite,
That for thy sake was once so great a foole;
And for thy loue did suffer such despite,
And such fond lessons in blinde fancies schoole:
And it is meete that he should suffer shame,
That in these follies was so much to blame.
That for thy sake was once so great a foole;
And for thy loue did suffer such despite,
And such fond lessons in blinde fancies schoole:
And it is meete that he should suffer shame,
That in these follies was so much to blame.
For cruell Loue with Fortune doth agree,
And tickle Fortune like to Cupid wauers:
Then (iolly Shepherdes) I would counsell yee
Not to gape after Loues, and Fortunes fauours:
And if ye meane a sweete life to procure,
Freedome imbrace, and captiue Loue abiure.
And tickle Fortune like to Cupid wauers:
Then (iolly Shepherdes) I would counsell yee
Not to gape after Loues, and Fortunes fauours:
And if ye meane a sweete life to procure,
Freedome imbrace, and captiue Loue abiure.
O that thou heard'st me now (ingrate Diane)
To vnderstand, what I doe say more cleere,
And how much more my soule doth yet retaine
In plainer termes, if thou wert present heere,
To tell thee, that I might vnto thy face
Degorge my minde vnto thy great disgrace.
To vnderstand, what I doe say more cleere,
And how much more my soule doth yet retaine
In plainer termes, if thou wert present heere,
To tell thee, that I might vnto thy face
Degorge my minde vnto thy great disgrace.
But yet it is the best (to ioy my hart)
For thee to shun the presence of my sight:
For I shall loose (no doubt) no little part
Of that great ioy, that pleasure, and delight
Of my reuenge, for it would pitie mee
And greeue me too I thinke in seeing thee.
For thee to shun the presence of my sight:
For I shall loose (no doubt) no little part
Of that great ioy, that pleasure, and delight
Of my reuenge, for it would pitie mee
And greeue me too I thinke in seeing thee.
Then doe I wish, that I may neuer see
Thy greeuous presence, nor thy face againe,
Bicause vnto my soule it needes must be
A greater torment and more cruell paine,
To see thee when I sweare, I loue thee not,
Then when thou had'st my deerest loue forgot.
Thy greeuous presence, nor thy face againe,
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A greater torment and more cruell paine,
To see thee when I sweare, I loue thee not,
Then when thou had'st my deerest loue forgot.
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[O eies that are not now as once tormented]
Syrenus.O eies that are not now as once tormented,
When first my star enueagled and disguis'd you:
O ioyfull thoughts, and quiet minde absented,
O carelesse hart, now will I once aduise you,
That since you made Diana discontented,
To see, loue, thinke on you, let this suffice you,
That I doe hold your counsell best of many,
In vaine to see, nor loue, nor thinke of any.
Arsileus.
O eies that haue to greater light attained,
Looking vpon that sunne, your onely treasure,
O ioyfull thoughts, in thousand ioies distrained,
O happy hart, the seate of secret pleasure:
Although Belisa would haue once disdained
To see, to loue, or thinke on me at leisure,
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To see, to loue, and thinke on her for euer.
Syrenus.
Let
now the goodly spring tide make vs merie,
And fieldes, which pleasant flowers do adorne,
And vales, meades, woods, with liuely colours flourish,
Let plentious flockes the Shepherds riches nourish,
Let hungrie woolues by dogs to death be torne,
And lambes reioice, with passed winter wearie:
Let euery riuers ferrie
In waters flowe, and siluer streames abounding:
And fortune, ceaslesse wounding,
Turne now thy face, so cruell and vnstable,
Be firme and fauourable:
And thou that kill'st our soules with thy pretenses,
Molest not (wicked loue) my inward senses.
And fieldes, which pleasant flowers do adorne,
And vales, meades, woods, with liuely colours flourish,
Let plentious flockes the Shepherds riches nourish,
Let hungrie woolues by dogs to death be torne,
And lambes reioice, with passed winter wearie:
Let euery riuers ferrie
In waters flowe, and siluer streames abounding:
And fortune, ceaslesse wounding,
Turne now thy face, so cruell and vnstable,
Be firme and fauourable:
And thou that kill'st our soules with thy pretenses,
Molest not (wicked loue) my inward senses.
Let countrie plainnes liue in ioies not ended,
In quiet of the desart meades and mountaines,
And in the pleasure of a countrie dwelling:
Let Shepherds rest, that haue distilled fountaines
Of teares: prooue not thy wrath, all paines excelling,
Vpon poore soules, that neuer haue offended:
Let thy flames be incended
In hautie courtes, in those that swim in treasure,
And liue in ease and pleasure:
And that a sweetest scorne (my woonted sadnes)
A perfect rest and gladnes
And hils and dales, may giue me: with offences
Molest not (wicked loue) my inward senses.
In quiet of the desart meades and mountaines,
And in the pleasure of a countrie dwelling:
Let Shepherds rest, that haue distilled fountaines
Of teares: prooue not thy wrath, all paines excelling,
Vpon poore soules, that neuer haue offended:
Let thy flames be incended
In hautie courtes, in those that swim in treasure,
And liue in ease and pleasure:
And that a sweetest scorne (my woonted sadnes)
A perfect rest and gladnes
And hils and dales, may giue me: with offences
Molest not (wicked loue) my inward senses.
In what law find'st thou, that the freest reason,
And wit, vnto thy chaines should be subiected,
And harmelesse soules vnto thy cruell murder?
O wicked loue, the wretch that flieth furder
From thy extremes thou plagu'st. O false, suspected,
And carelesse boy, that thus thy sweetes dost season,
O vile and wicked treason.
Might not thy might suffice thee, but thy fuell
Of force must be so cruell?
To be a Lord, yet like a Tyrant minded,
Vaine boy with errour blinded,
Why dost thou hurt his life with thy offences,
That yeelds to thee his soule and inward senses.
And wit, vnto thy chaines should be subiected,
And harmelesse soules vnto thy cruell murder?
O wicked loue, the wretch that flieth furder
From thy extremes thou plagu'st. O false, suspected,
And carelesse boy, that thus thy sweetes dost season,
O vile and wicked treason.
Might not thy might suffice thee, but thy fuell
Of force must be so cruell?
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Vaine boy with errour blinded,
Why dost thou hurt his life with thy offences,
That yeelds to thee his soule and inward senses.
He erres (alas) and fowly is deceiued
That cals thee God, being a burning fire,
A furious flame, a playning greefe and clamorous,
And, Venus sonne (that in the earth was amorous,
Gentle, and milde, and full of sweete desire)
Who calleth him, is of his wits bereaued,
And yet that she conceaued
By proofe, so vile a sonne and so vnruly,
I say (and yet say truly)
That in the cause of harmes, that they haue framed,
Both iustly may be blamed:
She that did breede him with such vile pretenses,
He, that doth hurt so much our inward senses.
That cals thee God, being a burning fire,
A furious flame, a playning greefe and clamorous,
And, Venus sonne (that in the earth was amorous,
Gentle, and milde, and full of sweete desire)
Who calleth him, is of his wits bereaued,
And yet that she conceaued
By proofe, so vile a sonne and so vnruly,
I say (and yet say truly)
That in the cause of harmes, that they haue framed,
Both iustly may be blamed:
She that did breede him with such vile pretenses,
He, that doth hurt so much our inward senses.
The gentle sheepe and lambes are euer flying
The rauening woolues and beastes, that are pretending
To glut their mawes with flesh they teare asunder:
The milke white doues at noise of fearefull thunder
Flie home amaine, themselues from harme defending,
The little chicke, when puttocks are a crying:
The woods and meadowes dying
For raine, of heauen (if that they cannot haue it)
Doe neuer cease to craue it:
So euery thing his contrarie resisteth,
Onely thy thrall persisteth
In suffring of thy wrongs without defences,
And lets thee spoile his hart and inward senses.
The rauening woolues and beastes, that are pretending
To glut their mawes with flesh they teare asunder:
The milke white doues at noise of fearefull thunder
Flie home amaine, themselues from harme defending,
The little chicke, when puttocks are a crying:
The woods and meadowes dying
For raine, of heauen (if that they cannot haue it)
Doe neuer cease to craue it:
So euery thing his contrarie resisteth,
Onely thy thrall persisteth
In suffring of thy wrongs without defences,
And lets thee spoile his hart and inward senses.
A publike passion, natures lawes restraining,
And, which with wordes can neuer be declared:
A soule twixt loue, and feare, and desperation,
And endlesse plaint, that shuns all consolation,
A spendlesse flame, that neuer is impaired:
A friendlesse death, yet life in death maintaining:
A passion, that is gaining
On him, that loueth well and is absented:
Whereby it is augmented,
A iealousie, a burning greefe and sorrow.
These fauours louers borrow
Of thee fell Loue, these be thy recompences,
Consuming still their soule and inward senses.
And, which with wordes can neuer be declared:
A soule twixt loue, and feare, and desperation,
And endlesse plaint, that shuns all consolation,
A spendlesse flame, that neuer is impaired:
A friendlesse death, yet life in death maintaining:
A passion, that is gaining
On him, that loueth well and is absented:
Whereby it is augmented,
A iealousie, a burning greefe and sorrow.
These fauours louers borrow
Of thee fell Loue, these be thy recompences,
Consuming still their soule and inward senses.
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O let
that time a thousand monthes endure,
Which brings from heauen the sweete and siluer showres,
And ioies the earth (of comforts late depriued)
With grasse and leaues, fine buds, and painted flowres:
Eccho returne vnto the woods obscure,
Ring foorth the Shepherds songs in loue contriued:
Let olde loues be reuiued,
Which angrie winter buried hath of late:
And that in such a state
My soule may haue the full accomplishment
Of ioy and sweete content:
And since fierce paines and greefes thou dost controule,
Good loue doe not forsake my inward soule.
Which brings from heauen the sweete and siluer showres,
And ioies the earth (of comforts late depriued)
With grasse and leaues, fine buds, and painted flowres:
Eccho returne vnto the woods obscure,
Ring foorth the Shepherds songs in loue contriued:
Let olde loues be reuiued,
Which angrie winter buried hath of late:
And that in such a state
My soule may haue the full accomplishment
Of ioy and sweete content:
And since fierce paines and greefes thou dost controule,
Good loue doe not forsake my inward soule.
Presume not (Shepherds) once to make you mery
With springs, and flowres, or any pleasant song,
(Vnlesse milde loue possesse your amorous brestes)
If you sing not to him, your songs doe werie,
Crowne him with flowres, or else ye doe him wrong,
And consecrate your springs to his behestes:
I to my Shepherdesse
My happie loues with great content doe sing,
And flowres to her doe bring.
And sitting neere her by the riuer side,
Enioy the braue springtide.
Since then thy ioies such sweetnesse doe enroule,
Good loue doe not forsake my inward soule.
With springs, and flowres, or any pleasant song,
(Vnlesse milde loue possesse your amorous brestes)
If you sing not to him, your songs doe werie,
Crowne him with flowres, or else ye doe him wrong,
And consecrate your springs to his behestes:
I to my Shepherdesse
My happie loues with great content doe sing,
And flowres to her doe bring.
And sitting neere her by the riuer side,
Enioy the braue springtide.
Since then thy ioies such sweetnesse doe enroule,
Good loue doe not forsake my inward soule.
The wise in ancient times a God thee nam'd,
Seeing that with thy power and supreme might
Thou didst such rare and mighty woonders make:
For thee a hart is frozen and inflam'd,
A foole thou mak'st a wise man with thy light,
The coward turnes couragious for thy sake:
The mighty Gods did quake
At thy commaund: To birdes and beasts transformed:
Great monarches haue not scorned
To yeeld vnto the force of beauties lure:
Such spoiles thou dost procure
With thy braue force, which neuer may be toulde
With which (sweete loue) thou conqu'rest euery soule.
Seeing that with thy power and supreme might
Thou didst such rare and mighty woonders make:
For thee a hart is frozen and inflam'd,
A foole thou mak'st a wise man with thy light,
The coward turnes couragious for thy sake:
The mighty Gods did quake
At thy commaund: To birdes and beasts transformed:
Great monarches haue not scorned
To yeeld vnto the force of beauties lure:
Such spoiles thou dost procure
With thy braue force, which neuer may be toulde
With which (sweete loue) thou conqu'rest euery soule.
In other times obscurely I did liue
But with a drowsie, base, and simple kinde
Of life, and onely to my profit bend me:
To thinke of loue my selfe I did not giue,
Or for good grace, good partes, and gentle minde
Neuer did any Shepherdesse commend me:
But crowned now they send me
A thousand garlands, that I woon with praise,
In wrestling daies by daies,
In pitching of the bar with arme most strong,
And singing many a song,
After that thou didst honour, and take hould
Of me (sweete loue) and of my happy soule.
But with a drowsie, base, and simple kinde
Of life, and onely to my profit bend me:
To thinke of loue my selfe I did not giue,
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Neuer did any Shepherdesse commend me:
But crowned now they send me
A thousand garlands, that I woon with praise,
In wrestling daies by daies,
In pitching of the bar with arme most strong,
And singing many a song,
After that thou didst honour, and take hould
Of me (sweete loue) and of my happy soule.
What greater ioy can any man desire,
Then to remaine a captiue vnto loue,
And haue his hart subiected to his power?
And though sometimes he taste a little sower,
By suffring it, as milde as gentle doue,
Yet must he be, in lieu of that great hire
Whereto he doth aspire:
If louers liue afflicted and in paine,
Let them with cause complaine
Of cruell fortune, and of times abuse,
And let them not accuse
Thee (gentle loue) That dost with blisse enfoulde
Within thy sweetest ioies each louing soule.
Then to remaine a captiue vnto loue,
And haue his hart subiected to his power?
And though sometimes he taste a little sower,
By suffring it, as milde as gentle doue,
Yet must he be, in lieu of that great hire
Whereto he doth aspire:
If louers liue afflicted and in paine,
Let them with cause complaine
Of cruell fortune, and of times abuse,
And let them not accuse
Thee (gentle loue) That dost with blisse enfoulde
Within thy sweetest ioies each louing soule.
Behold a faire sweete face, and shining eies,
Resembling two most bright and twinkling stars;
Sending vnto the soule a perfect light:
Behold the rare perfections of those white
And Iuorie hands, from greefes most sure bars:
That minde wherein all life and glorie lies,
That ioy that neuer dies,
That he doth feele, that loues and is beloued,
And my delights approoued
To see her pleas'd, whose loue maintaines me heere:
All those I count so deere,
That though sometimes Loue doth my ioies controule,
Yet am I glad he dwels within my soule.
Resembling two most bright and twinkling stars;
Sending vnto the soule a perfect light:
Behold the rare perfections of those white
And Iuorie hands, from greefes most sure bars:
That minde wherein all life and glorie lies,
That ioy that neuer dies,
That he doth feele, that loues and is beloued,
And my delights approoued
To see her pleas'd, whose loue maintaines me heere:
All those I count so deere,
That though sometimes Loue doth my ioies controule,
Yet am I glad he dwels within my soule.
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[Let now each meade with flowers be depainted]
Let
now each meade with flowers be depainted,
Of sundrie colours sweetest odours glowing:
Roses yeeld foorth your smels, so finely tainted,
Calme windes, the greene leaues mooue with gentle blowing:
The christall riuers flowing
With waters be increased:
And since each one from sorrowes now hath ceased,
(From mournefull plaints and sadnes)
Ring forth faire Nymphes, your ioyfull songs for gladnes.
Of sundrie colours sweetest odours glowing:
Roses yeeld foorth your smels, so finely tainted,
Calme windes, the greene leaues mooue with gentle blowing:
The christall riuers flowing
With waters be increased:
And since each one from sorrowes now hath ceased,
(From mournefull plaints and sadnes)
Ring forth faire Nymphes, your ioyfull songs for gladnes.
Let springs and meades all kinde of sorrow banish,
And mournefull harts the teares that they are bleeding:
Let gloomie cloudes with shining morning vanish,
Let euery bird reioice, that now is breeding:
And since by new proceeding,
With marriage now obtained,
A great content by great contempt is gayned,
And you deuoid of sadnes,
Ring forth faire Nymphes, your ioyfull songs for gladnes.
And mournefull harts the teares that they are bleeding:
Let gloomie cloudes with shining morning vanish,
Let euery bird reioice, that now is breeding:
And since by new proceeding,
With marriage now obtained,
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And you deuoid of sadnes,
Ring forth faire Nymphes, your ioyfull songs for gladnes.
Who can make vs to chaunge our firme desires,
And soule to leaue her strong determination,
And make vs freeze in Ise, and melt in fires,
And nycest harts to loue with emulation:
Who rids vs from vexation,
And all our minds commaundeth?
But great Felicia, that his might with standeth
That fild our harts with sadnes,
Ring forth faire Nymphes, your ioyfull songs for gladnes.
And soule to leaue her strong determination,
And make vs freeze in Ise, and melt in fires,
And nycest harts to loue with emulation:
Who rids vs from vexation,
And all our minds commaundeth?
But great Felicia, that his might with standeth
That fild our harts with sadnes,
Ring forth faire Nymphes, your ioyfull songs for gladnes.
Your fields with their distilling fauours cumber
(Bridegroome and happie Bride) each heauenly power
Your flockes, with double lambes increas'd in number,
May neuer taste vnsauourie grasse and sower:
The winters frost and shower
Your kids (your pretie pleasure)
May neuer hurt, and blest with so much treasure,
To driue away all sadnes,
Ring forth faire Nymphes, your ioyfull songs for gladnes.
(Bridegroome and happie Bride) each heauenly power
Your flockes, with double lambes increas'd in number,
May neuer taste vnsauourie grasse and sower:
The winters frost and shower
Your kids (your pretie pleasure)
May neuer hurt, and blest with so much treasure,
To driue away all sadnes,
Ring forth faire Nymphes, your ioyfull songs for gladnes.
Of that sweete ioy delight you with such measure,
Betweene you both faire issue to ingender:
Longer then Nestor may you liue in pleasure:
The Gods to you such sweete content surrender,
That may make milde and tender
The beasts in euerie mountaine,
And glad the fields and woods and euerie fountaine,
Abiuring former sadnes,
Ring forth faire Nymphes, your ioyfull songs for galdnes.
Betweene you both faire issue to ingender:
Longer then Nestor may you liue in pleasure:
The Gods to you such sweete content surrender,
That may make milde and tender
The beasts in euerie mountaine,
And glad the fields and woods and euerie fountaine,
Abiuring former sadnes,
Ring forth faire Nymphes, your ioyfull songs for galdnes.
Let amorous birds with sweetest notes delight you,
Let gentle winds refresh you with their blowing,
Let fields and forrests with their goods requite you,
And Flora decke the ground where you are going:
Roses, and vilets strowing,
The Iasmine and the Gilloflower
With many more: and neuer in your bower
To taste of houshold sadnes,
Ring forth faire Nymphes, your ioyfull songs for gladnes.
Let gentle winds refresh you with their blowing,
Let fields and forrests with their goods requite you,
And Flora decke the ground where you are going:
Roses, and vilets strowing,
The Iasmine and the Gilloflower
With many more: and neuer in your bower
To taste of houshold sadnes,
Ring forth faire Nymphes, your ioyfull songs for gladnes.
Concord and peace hold you for aye contented,
And in your ioyfull state liue yee so quiet,
That with the plague of iealousie tormented
Ye may not be, nor fed with Fortunes dyet:
And that your names may flie yet
To hils vnknowen with glorie,
But now bicause my brest so hoarse, and sorie
It faints, may rest from singing,
End Nymphes your songs, that in the clouds are ringing.
And in your ioyfull state liue yee so quiet,
That with the plague of iealousie tormented
Ye may not be, nor fed with Fortunes dyet:
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To hils vnknowen with glorie,
But now bicause my brest so hoarse, and sorie
It faints, may rest from singing,
End Nymphes your songs, that in the clouds are ringing.
The end of the fourth Booke.
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