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More she had spoke, but that the gallant Flood
Replide: ye wanton Rangers of the wood,
Leaue your allurements; hye ye to your chase;
See where Diana with a nimble pace
Followes a strucke Deere: if you longer stay
Her frowne will bend to me another day.
Harke how she winds her Horne; she some doth call
Perhaps for you, to make in to the fall.
Replide: ye wanton Rangers of the wood,
Leaue your allurements; hye ye to your chase;
See where Diana with a nimble pace
Followes a strucke Deere: if you longer stay
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Harke how she winds her Horne; she some doth call
Perhaps for you, to make in to the fall.
With this they left him. Now he wonders much
Why at this time his Walla's stay was such,
And could haue wish'd the Nymphs back, but for feare
His Loue might come and chance to finde them there.
To passe the time at last he thus began
(Vnto a Pipe ioyn'd by the art of Pan)
To praise his Loue: his hasty waues among
The frothed Rocks, bearing the Vnder-song.
Scarce had he giuen a period to his Lay
When from a Wood (wherein the Eye of day
Had long a stranger beene, and Phœbe's light
Vainly contended with the shades of night.)
One of those wanton Nymphs that woo'd him late
Came crying tow'rds him; O thou most ingrate
Respectlesse Flood! canst thou here idely sit,
And loose desires to looser numbers fit?
Teaching the ayre to court thy carelesse Brooke,
Whil'st thy poore Walla's cries the hils haue shooke
With an amazed terror: heare! ô heare!
A hundred Eccho's shriking euerie where!
See how the frightfull Heards run from the Wood!
Walla, alas, as she, to crowne her Flood,
Attended the composure of sweet flowres,
Was by a lust-fir'd Satyre 'mong our bowres
Well-neere surpriz'd, but that she him discride
Before his rude imbracement could betide.
Now but her feet no helpe, vnlesse her cries
A needfull aid draw from the Deities.
Why at this time his Walla's stay was such,
And could haue wish'd the Nymphs back, but for feare
His Loue might come and chance to finde them there.
To passe the time at last he thus began
(Vnto a Pipe ioyn'd by the art of Pan)
To praise his Loue: his hasty waues among
The frothed Rocks, bearing the Vnder-song.
As
carefull Merchants doe expecting stand
(After long time and merry gales of winde)
Vpon the place where their braue Ship must land:
So waite I for the vessell of my minde.
(After long time and merry gales of winde)
Vpon the place where their braue Ship must land:
So waite I for the vessell of my minde.
Upon a great aduenture is it bound,
Whose safe returne will vallu'd be at more
Then all the wealthy prizes which haue crown'd
The golden wishes of an age before.
Whose safe returne will vallu'd be at more
Then all the wealthy prizes which haue crown'd
The golden wishes of an age before.
Out of the East Iewels of worth she brings,
Th' vnualu'd Diamond of her sparkling Eye
Wants in the Treasures of all Europe's Kings,
And were it mine they nor their crownes should buy
Th' vnualu'd Diamond of her sparkling Eye
Wants in the Treasures of all Europe's Kings,
And were it mine they nor their crownes should buy
The Saphires ringed on her panting brest,
Run as rich veines of Ore about the mold,
And are in sicknesse with a pale possest,
So true; for them I should disualue gold.
Run as rich veines of Ore about the mold,
And are in sicknesse with a pale possest,
So true; for them I should disualue gold.
The melting Rubies on her cherry lip
Are of such powre to hold; that as one day
Cupid flew thirsty by, he stoop'd to sip
And fast'ned there could neuer get away.
Are of such powre to hold; that as one day
Cupid flew thirsty by, he stoop'd to sip
And fast'ned there could neuer get away.
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The sweets of Candie are no sweets to me
When hers I taste; nor the Perfumes of price
Rob'd from the happy shrubs of Araby,
As her sweet breath, so powrefull to intice.
When hers I taste; nor the Perfumes of price
Rob'd from the happy shrubs of Araby,
As her sweet breath, so powrefull to intice.
O hasten then! and if thou be not gone
Vnto that wished trafficke through the Maine,
My powrefull sighes shall quickly driue thee on,
And then begin to draw thee backe againe.
Vnto that wished trafficke through the Maine,
My powrefull sighes shall quickly driue thee on,
And then begin to draw thee backe againe.
If in the meane rude waues haue it opprest,
It shall suffice I venter'd at the best.
It shall suffice I venter'd at the best.
When from a Wood (wherein the Eye of day
Had long a stranger beene, and Phœbe's light
Vainly contended with the shades of night.)
One of those wanton Nymphs that woo'd him late
Came crying tow'rds him; O thou most ingrate
Respectlesse Flood! canst thou here idely sit,
And loose desires to looser numbers fit?
Teaching the ayre to court thy carelesse Brooke,
Whil'st thy poore Walla's cries the hils haue shooke
With an amazed terror: heare! ô heare!
A hundred Eccho's shriking euerie where!
See how the frightfull Heards run from the Wood!
Walla, alas, as she, to crowne her Flood,
Attended the composure of sweet flowres,
Was by a lust-fir'd Satyre 'mong our bowres
Well-neere surpriz'd, but that she him discride
Before his rude imbracement could betide.
Now but her feet no helpe, vnlesse her cries
A needfull aid draw from the Deities.
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