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Daphnis and Chloe

Excellently describing the weight of affection, the simplicitie of loue, the purport of honest meaning, the resolution of men, and disposition of Fate, finished in a Pastorall, and interlaced with the praises of a most peerlesse Princesse, wonderfull in Maiestie, and rare in perfection, celebrated within the same Pastorall, and therefore termed by the name of The Shepheards Holidaie. By Angell Daye
 
 

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[Phœbus vouchsafe thy sacred Muse to lend]
 
 
 



[Phœbus vouchsafe thy sacred Muse to lend]

Phœbus vouchsafe thy sacred Muse to lend
Pieria dames, your solemne tunes applie,
Aid sisters nine with me your deitie,
That to your seates these sacred notes may bend,
That you with me, and I with you may praise,
Elizas name and blisfull happie daies.
A Nymph more charie farre to gods than men,
Of gods belou'd. O happy we that knowe,
O blisful soile where blossoms such do growe,
Vnkindest earth that should not loue hir then,
Vnworthie much of hir that lou'd thee stil,
Whose loue the gods accept with better wil,
People vnkinde, but those that vertues prize,
You kinde by loue do knowe what ioy it is
To dwel on soile where peace yeeldes setled blis,
Vnkind the rest too much that doe deuize
To rue the soile, the seat, the state and al,
Of hir, for hirs that liues, and euer shal.
O Nature, wert thou now as firme on earth,
By equal mixture with the heauenly powers,
That in the soile where grewe such princely flowers,


The brauest blossome sprung by stately birth:
Now liuing stil might euer liue on mould,
And neuer fade (O gods) that you so would.
Virtue be dombe, and neuer speake of grace,
And gracious Nymphs, that Virtues handmaides be,
Shrowde al at once your sweet eternitee:
Be Vertue now no more, nor in your space
Let grace be set without in large account,
O sacred Queene, thou others doost surmount.
Peace be thy nurse to feede thy happy yeares,
And endles Fame whereon thy throne is set,
To sound thy praise my Muse shal neuer let:
Liue long, and raigne in ioy among thy peeres,
Deare to the gods, to vertue, to thy soile,
Kept by thy grace from pray of forren spoile.