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The SECOND BOOK.

Thus, having view'd the lofty Bow'r again,
Let's Glance upon the lowly Shepheards Plain,
With that daies solemn Festivall, and sports,
Devote to th' great God Pan, of various sorts;
Though damped much since young Polindor gone:
Whose Morn dissolv'd in friendly'st mirth, anon
By eleven, they offred thus on grassie Mount
To th' rurall God, beneath his sacred Fount.
Twelve milk-white chosen Kids, twelve snowy Lambs,
Fine trim'd their necks with Garlands (whilst their Dams
Went sadly'st bleating oft) with Milk and Wine:
Then, round the Altar all did strait combine
To rustick-tuned sounds, in jolly Dance,
As thus, both Hearts and Heels would joyn, t' advance
Their burning Sacrifice: grand Feast ensuing.
That done, as th' Even-games, their sports renewing,
These Pannick Strifes for Prizes were ordain'd:
First, nimblest Running prov'd, who chiefly attain'd
The flow'r-deck'd Goal, through wind-like Footmanship:
Next, who in manly Wrastling could out-strip,
By strength, or slight o're-throw the Adversary:
Third, who could Musicks speciall honour carry,
Like some quaint-curl'd Apollo, mounted on
Rays'd Skaffold, Stage; prove eminent alone
For th' sweet-tongu'd Harp, Recorder, Lute and voyce:
Each goodly Prize surrendred by their choyce
May-Ladies hand; though sundry Judges still
Sate by, conjoyn'd Commissioners, whose skill
Determin'd all. For close, whoe're in Verse
Could from Star-soaring Muse, to th' height, rehearse
God Pan's, or their own Loves exalted prayses,
Those Poet's name, with crown of Lawrell, graces.
The proper Ground, grand Theater for this,
Large flowry Plain; whose sides most sweetly riss
With small, thin-planted Hills, from fruitfull whom
(Like beauteous Off-springs issu'd forth their Womb)
Silver-cheek'd Founts seem'd ayering view the World,
Till into wanton Brook far off they purl'd
In rurall dance; turn'd Nymphy combination;
As joyn'd for Feast, some Shrovetides celebration.
Though Four-square Plot there was, surrounded neer
(Three parts) with Trees, for th' gazing Eye and Eare,
Plank'd Gallery beneath with Seats; inclos'd
Bowr'd top; for better Swains and Nymphs compos'd.
As all pass'd home from these, our noble Lover
Crossing the Vale, does joy'd (by chance) discover
Uncle of his, Belov'd, by name Rufin;
Turn'd Swain with's Father (both joyn'd Brothers in
That Shepheards life) though distant-hous'd, apart:
Rich, childless, Widdower, of frankest Heart
And True; for sprightly exploits, sincerely'st loving;
T'whom open'd all, such well steel'd Faith approving.
As first, his Noblest virtuous Choyce; profound,
Hard Wooing task, to boot, that double Swoon'd;
Her vow'd Years stay (three weeks behind) ith' Grove:
Lastly, his new Stratagem, enforc'd through love,
And's Fathers high-swoln humour, Nuptiall rage
For those two Nymphs gentile. Does strongly engage,
That, Masqu'd disguis'd in Womans robes, he would
Procure him strait waies Nun of choyce inroll'd
Ith' Vestall Bow'r; three places being known
Yet void Flostella too yet lodg'd Alone
(Althusa call'd his Name, sayd her Ally)
Whose vowed Year not yet expir'd (lets fly
Much passion strait) how blisfull thus he might,
Th' whole three Weeks remnant, steal more chast Delight
First-fruits in her armes dearest Cloyster oft.
Those done, since full Conjugall pleasures sought,
Rufin th' ensuing Day should fetch them thence
As friend, or Guardian; feign'd some Pretence
For going; but conjur'd his Love by them,
He would provide some Lurking-place, though mean,
For their Retreat till blustring Storms were o're:
For th' present charge, Gold-coyn he had in store,
Years late-payd Maintenance; being full and good.
Rufin transported, pleas'd with this Love-mood,
Chief, gallant Choyce too, strikes a friendly Cloze;
Love Gods themselves transform'd, churl-stars be those
That thwart thy Love-designs (young Lord) he cry'd:
Then, roundly ask'd him, if he ever ey'd
That Delphick Oracle, long since displaying
His Fortune, lot: No, strait Polindor saying.
Not? (sayd Rufin) that time when Death's arrest
Seizing th' old Duke, your Fathers youthfull Brest
Greedy of Travayl (though found honour'd Room
Ith' King's regard) entrusting me at home,
Spent years in forain Climes with danger, toyl;
Till, turning back, resolv'd on Delphos soyl
(Kind neighbour Country, as his choyce rest, Repose;
Thanks given to pow'rfull Phœbus there, for Cloze:
Where spy'd your worthy'st Mother, woo'd, espous'd;
With whose Indulgent Parents first year hous'd,
You, Infant, view'd the World. When, Message come
From th' good old King, to call your Father home
For mighty'st Honour, pow'r, most urgent Hast;
Those narrow Seas, as then, with Storms o're-cast;
Your Going, next your precious Mothers, there
Much question'd, scrupleliz'd; Vowes, Offerings were
By both perform'd in Phœbus Temple, as due:
You then ith' Mothers armes. All this for true
I've heard express'd (reply'd Polind anon)
But what's that Oracle, to me's unknown.
Indeed? (sayd wondring much the joy'd Rufin)
Both's passed Lives and Loves, this Nuns design
It points most strangely forth; your Father's sure
Was lost, when Body, Soul did both endure
That tedious Anguish, grief: at Home you may
(If found) survay't, long lockd up, skreen'd from Day.
Arriving there, whilst held discourse Polin
With Nymph call'd Minde, Lass gentile and kind.
His Houskeeper (by th' Wife more neer Ally'd)
Rufin walk'd up; ere long again, discry'd
With certain Paper-relick in his hand,
Comes down, the Scroul these Mistick words contain'd.

ORACLE.

Return All safe; both Seas and Wind,
To serve you as you'd wish, combin'd:
At home, th' whole Kingdomes Honours wear:
That Child shall prove your Gloryes Heyr:
He's Shepheard-Swain, yet None; and She
He loves a Nun, yet None, shall be:
He Dyes twice for her, lives; She Dyes,
Till in his Armes quick-bury'd lyes:
All's in the bowry Grove, awhile
Where Both must bear like Sex, and style
Two now made joyntly One) that Place
Shewes Both 'gainst Fortunes Storms a grace:
No wrong to th' Mayden train, nor crime;
By this First step to Bliss they clime.
This strange Prophetick Scroul, as then produc'd
By good Rufin, such powerfull thoughts infus'd
(His Life and hers, things passed now, foretelling,
His double Swoond, her Love, new Plot revealing)
That, what before o're-sway'd through Reason, love,
Now Stamp'd with fatall Destiny did prove:
Thus, proper Mindes Silken cloaths, 'twas soon
Resolv'd by all, should fit th' intended Nun.
Here, gentler rapping Larum's heard at Door;
When looking forth, O blest mysterious Hour!
More seems Accomplish'd still [Two now made one]
Cry'd out Rufin) There stands that Priest alone,
My ancient Friend, shall do th' Uniting Feat;
Fed late by me, reliev'd; who, when that great
Phœbean Temple sunk in Martiall flame
Through Wars in Thrace, to's native Country came,
Fled hither; now ith' next great Town Tregor:
Nor need this Priest to share your Secret more
Then that oth' Marriage-part. Much joy'd Polin,
Who thus, their Priest withdrawn, th' whole Plot design'd
South-side, there joyn'd small Outlet to the Grove,
As part, divided yet (by chance his Love
At first had so informed him) not deem'd
Sacred by th' Nuns, nor Hallow'd ground esteem'd
As was that Grovy Plot; 'twas ample Bow'r,
Tall fenced round; to th' Grove one bolted door
Belong'd, whilst th' other pass'd into the Field:
Free place to th' Nuns, who rarely'st though would yeild
This Bower their visitings, save once the Year,
When solemn Feasts to th' Foundress honour were;
Since here she enter'd first, her Limbs repos'd
First here, first Vowings in this Plot disclos'd.
Thus, usefull Minde, should next morn, by eight,
Move with Flostellas help the Priestess strait
For Nun of choyces place (that Oracle
First shewn his Love) conjure her then to th' full,
That, as kind civill Partner on the way,
Both tracing forth, she'd winding-fashion stray
To th' Outlets sculking bow'r (Himself, Rufin
Lodg'd ith' next Cops, with Phœbus Priest, unseen)
Where Marry'd, thence she might most safe retire:
Next Morn he'd joyn himself to th' Vestall quire.
This told he closely to Rufin, besought
Kind Minde (of councell too) as th' onely Plot;
Since, Vestall grove for th' Act Flostella nere
Would yeild; foul danger too, grand Crime it were:
Priest then for cloze (since promis'd nobler Wages)
Being call'd, for th' Marriage-part most strongly engages.
Thus, next Morn, Minde reach'd the Vestall Grove
(Two long miles off) by seaven, her work of love
Discreetly ply'd, perform'd; ith' Maiden Bow'r
Gain'd Nuns desired place, and 'bout the hour
Stole to that Outlet with the dear Flostel:
Whose door to th' Grove unbolted first, and well
Secur'd again, unbolting th' outward Door,
Polindor with Rufin, Sign past (no more)
Enter'd the place (Priest left without, attending)
And now drawn neer, to th' foot most lowly bending
Joy-crown'd Polindor strait (as worship'd thus
Blest soyl she trod, those shades all-glorious)
Kissing th' Hands, Lips, he thus true love did vye.
Dear, dearest Maddam, how oblig'd am I,
Rays'd neer the Gods themselves, through this high Favor!
Whole Life conjoyn'd, though now Tongue, breath should waver,
Shall speak my Active Thanks. My noble Lord
(Said she again) You see my prompt Accord
To serve and please you; nor can I this Hour,
But blushingly, inform, ith' Vestall Bow'r
Your Will's accomplish'd grown; th' immortall Voyce
Of Gods if for't, I then might seem Rejoyce:
Hoping (howe're) you'l bind this Justice too't,
That 'bove my Fonder vein, your earnest Suit
Or'e ballanc'd in't. Sweet, sweetest Madam (sayes
Polindor then) should meaner thoughts debase,
I were unworthy of that Highest Room,
So vast a goodness thence vouchsaf'd. I'm come
Besides, my Lord (sayd she again) to cloze
With your main Motion here, at once dispose
Of all I am, by Marriage-resignation;
Though (truly) had you chose for Bridall station
That hallow'd Grove, I deeply had scrupled it:
Hoping (my Lord) you'l not withall forget
That years strong Mayden Vow I've made to Heaven
For which (three weeks thereof behind) was given
Your noble Assent. Supream Joy of my Soul
(Said he) it was. Nor can discharge, controul
(My Lord) sayd she again) that former Vow
This later, made, confirm'd through Marriage now
(You'l Grant me sure) nor least dispence the same;
Wherefore your Lordships second Oath I claym
'Fore these and Heav'n, that you'l not force me break it.
'Fore these and all the Court of Gods, I speak it;
Reply'd Polind. Nor thence be cherish'd, sown
Unkinder thoughts, my Lord (sayd she) since none
Can wish your dearest satisfaction more,
Heaven truly knowes my Heart; that season o're,
I shall conform to your Imperiall pleasure.
Madam (sayd he) be from Love's Mintage, treasure
Those first-coyn'd gentle Favours, Sweets allow'd,
I mutter not. This fruit, the Lady vow'd,
Besides would follow thence; that, guiltless she
To th' main Conjugall act, more boldly Free,
Should less through bashfull Fears in looks betray them;
Or'e bleeding Qualm should those offend, display them.
This sayd, the reverend Priest through warning-sign
Comes stealing in, that Nuptiall Knot to twine,
Whom gracefull'st Both approach'd: And now (behold)
Those Hands were link'd in Hymenean fold,
Mistick for th' inmost Hearts; with Dove-like eyes
Vowes made, exchang'd, th' eternall Deities
Call'd Witness too't: their mutuall Names (beside)
Each strait by course to th' other did divide
(Through hast in Parchment written) sweetly'st gave them;
Though most in Gold or brass did use t' engrave them;
Thus spake, With this my Heart and all is given:
As I am true to thee, so bless me Heav'n:
Then, Rings exchanged; last, embrace and kiss;
Th' old formall Priest pronouncing after this
Both Man and Wife, with short though solemn Blessing:
Poor gentle Mindes Heart so strangely o're-pressing
(Kind, melting Soul! with strongst conceit of that
Dear Union so over-powred strait)
She downright sob'd again, whilst wept Rufin.
Skies pleas'd, more Azure smiling-cheek'd, were seen;
Bright Phœbus gilding round the verdent Bow'r
With gaudy'st blazing Beams, as shun that hour
Grand heav'nly Witness; meant t' adorn the Place
His leavy Temple turn'd: for Anthem-grace
(Wood-quire ith' cloze) conjoyned chirping Throng;
Seem'd Warble forth their Hymenean Song.
Thus, speaking half in fearfull Looks their last,
Quick, short Farwells, the Lady now in hast
Shut all forth; back to th' Vestall Mansion stealing,
True Mayd and Wife: Polindor's joyes excelling
Th' whole earth, since gained thus th' All-wealthy Prize.
Next Morn, as mounting Phœbus should not rise
Eagrer to view's half globy World, then he
More-worth Flostella far, he's gone, does flee
By day-break to Rufin, his Uncles place,
Where calling Minde strait (that proper Lass
Kept th' house) they soon Unsex'd him for a while
With her best Silken cloathes, small linnen-pile
For shift, though couch'd his Taff'ty-robes within;
This short salute to's Father, left Rufin:
Which Scroul, that Even to his hand convay'd,
Smooth quallifying cause of Flight display'd.
My Lord, being Noble, Young, and tir'd
With Swains life, brest to travail fir'd;
View more oth' World, that Box of wonder,
Map of his praise that rules the thunder;
I'm gone for new Climes, forain Ayres:
Heav'n guard me back; your pardon, pray'rs.
Thus drest, transform'd, forth trac'd our proper Nun;
Rufin with cheerfull Minde follow'd soon,
Just within view, till drawing neer the Grove,
Joyn'd all for th' Vestall Mansion; where to's Love
Th' esteem'd Flostel (though call'd Pledora there,
Himself Althusa nam'd, her Cousin, neer
In Blood respect to boot) as Night-comrade
He's entred, Nun of choyce: though grown (as said)
Ill rester lately, through distemper'd head
(Such her Injunction) had his Trundle-bed.
Proud Chamber-fellow (at least) becoming so,
Truest Brides-groom; first Quartridge pay'd: but, O,
Th' Hearts inward conflicts, checks! least Lovers eyes
Blab'd more then Friend, what suted meer Allyes,
Or th' female same Sex; whilst those Virgin crew
Flock'd round to welcome all, did fondly'st view.
T' one prays'd the Sun-like radiance of her Eye,
Where sate enthron'd sweet pleasing Majesty;
Perswading, yet just then commanding Love:
T' other her Cheek, and Lips, where seem'd to move
Graces transporting, wondrous those extolls;
How lovely, choyce! The third for prime inrolls
Her Forehead, Hair, what gallant, courtly'st Pace!
How Princess-like! whilst her especiall grace,
Acquaintance, all with kind of secret Passion
(Close-charm'd as 'twere) desir'd, to emulation.
Indeed, Pledoras Person wave, decline,
To whom all prostrate Beauties, as divine,
Must stoop in Vassaylage, th' Imperiall she;
That House, nor Greece could equall wonder see:
Both whom, by their Past-coyned Names, we shall
For th' time Althusa and Pledora call.
Bless (Hymen) bless thy Gems, since these implore
Thy Name 'bove Vestas, powerfull'st thee Adore.
Mean while, no petty troublous Storm arose
About Polindors flight, whose Father showes
One while all Fire through vexing passion grown,
As formed of that Element alone;
And then all drowsie Earth, dull, lumpish; whether
Through grief produc'd, or rage, grief both together
Since quash'd those Matches quite: till good Rufin,
With others, sought by powerfull'st waies, Design
To cool, allay; fair-glossing th' Action o're
As Youthfull trick, by's Elders play'd before;
Wherein but Copy'd had his own Grandfather.
Thus, stroak'd his Rage. But gloomier Clouds did gather
'Bout one oth' mention'd Gentile Nymphs (alas!)
Dulcenza nam'd, whose no decitfull Glass
Boasting oth' Two chief Beauties stock (the Pearl
Prime Tulip of those Plains (indeed) a Girl
Lovely enough) t' whose Face conjoyn'd beside
Some higher Parts; and (as she thought) discry'd
Most kindness, least neglect from th' Lord Polind,
Sh' had fed more hopes: till (sadly'st-breathed wind!)
Mayd whispring forth the newes, Hearts qualm begun;
Hope's gasping 'twas; worse Souls Convulsion
Seiz'd now then ever, Sigh'd, she mourn'd, she wept,
Griefe's truest draught: till sick Bed lastly kept.
Friends, pleasures, food, yea Life it self's distasting;
Th' world burdenous become; her sad eyes casting
On nought, but there's behel'd Polindor's Face,
Haunting her still, strong Fancies Ghost alas?
There last she ey'd his Person (thinks) and there
Last heard him speak (goes on) such his Looks were,
All flames and wounding Darts; such, such his Words,
Love's Notes of Musick, tunefullest accords:
There (lastly) spake to her, gave Kiss-salute
(O Heav'ns!) what Sighes, what Groans to each did sute?
As those should prove joyn'd Fun'rall knels to all.
O wondrous Rarity (sayd she) oth' Vale,
Of Greece, th' whole ample World! O most refin'd
Choicest of Men (confess'd) but too Unkind!
Building thy Glorious Trophies (to our smarts)
On Mayden ruines, captiv'd Broken Hearts!
I sent thee Mine, which, though not gently took,
Nere back returned Home (alas) 'twas Broke,
Shiver'd, or lost: my Heart, once Ayre-like free,
But now in Fetters, Chaines: loath'd Destiny!
Nor wonder, Chain'd, since grew Love-mad, distracted;
Too much I Hop'd, through those hopes strongly acted,
To much I look'd (alas) too much I Lov'd
(Fond, easie Soul!) till freedomes Ruin prov'd.
Weep, weep my trayterous Eyes, in kindness now
O're-flow and Drown me quite; sigh Brest, till you
Grow Stifl'd thence; break Credulous Heart out-right:
But live Polindor still, enjoy this Light.
O Love, thou worst of Tyrant-Lords, to whom
Death's smil'd, as pastime! lingring-sad's thy Doom!
Lovers dye ten-fold, ten-fold (onely) alas!
Wretch'd, wretched Lovers, how sh' extoll'd each Grace:
(Now lost) by th' Body were that worn, or Mind!
New-rating them! her Spirits languish'd, pin'd,
Th' Head, Stomack droop'd through meer Heart-sympathy
(Sleep fled her cloudy'd eyes) whilst slaps apply
Pos'd Physick-doctors, vainly tyr'd their skills.
Lo (Reader) one oth' Worlds transcendent Ills,
Grand curses, Love, where not again Belov'd:
Till gleaning in short time (which wonder prov'd)
Good vigorous Spirits, strange Resolves possest
(Of which ere long) her pensive, wavy Brest.
Mean-while, the fainter-hop'd Marpesa (though
More private, calmly Mourn'd; by stealth would so
Sigh, weep her sorrowes forth, in gloomy Bowers,
Like Aprils gentler-breathed Blasts, and Showers.
This for that Nymphy Payr; though partly now
Young spruce Menanders heart, by faithfull Vow
Dulcenzas bounden Slave, began to feed
Cherish more hopes; such did Sirenus breed,
Marpesas too; Both, fine gentile-born Swains
(Whose Fathers with the Duke chose Shepheard-plains)
Prime Sparks indeed, accomplish'd Youths, though most
Seem'd through Polindor's Splendor darken'd, lost:
Thus, secret Burn'd, o're-powerfull Rivall fearing:
Their Loves discover'd though, Looks glass-like wearing
Th' Hearts inward blazing fires, Heart-panting, groans
Sighes speaking plainly'st forth; thus, seem'd at once
Mute Spokesmen, as live Pictures of their loves:
So strong through th' Bodies organ Passion moves.
Yea, view'd Poetick strains of theirs, where shin'd
Those Nymphs as Stars. To these two were assign'd
(As Victor-youths) that Running, wrastling Prize
Last Festivall, before their Mistress eyes;
Both Laurell-crowned too, for Verse. The last
For Musick Floris won, Youth unsurpast
By gallant those, extoll'd for Lute and Voyce:
Which Swain, though might in Cupid's wars rejoyce
Since conquer'd Cressas Heart, yet here became
Most captive, wretch'd, through rancorous grudge (old flame)
Lodg'd in her Fathers brest, from sight restraining
Fort yeilded, won, but Keyes deny'd, complaining:
By order that resign'd, shut up though be
The Gates by th' Churl Lievtenant, deputy.
Though heighten'd all this woe High burning Feaver,
Which lately seiz'd the Nymph, would seem (however)
Through Vengeance, Spight, to Fire th' all beauteous Fort;
Worse-feaver'd grown his Mind; such dismall sort
Both dangerous. And now to th' Pastorall plain
This travayling resolve oth' Lordly Swain
Seem'd blazed forth; your courteous view transfer
To Sonnet next, by speciall Honourer
Of young Polindors fram'd, t' whose Glory, praise
'Twas chanted forth ere long, with Rurall grace:
Choice quite of Shepheard-youths, with crowns of Roses.
Masque rob'd to boot, conjoyning in the clozes.
Chorus.
Mildest Zephirs fan thee o're,
Chief Wonder, to what ever Shore.

Chorus.
Nor did'st more enoble, then
Improve this Desert, Herd of men.

Chorus
Though the Plains, Fame shall record,
Held once Polindor, vy'd a Lord.

Next (All for th' heel) their activ'st youth and art,
To Hobois, Flutes, in Dance they did impart;
What lofty'st friskings, Ayre-born motions there
As each would chiefly Inspired thus appear
From his Beloved's Eye; would strongly boast
To th' fonder World, gay Courts not all ingrost.
Then strait Polindors Health went dancing round
To th' Cornet, Flute, with shouts triumphant crown'd,
Whilst rocky Hills and Woods, in eccho-fashion,
Seem'd joviall Partners joyn'd ith' celebration:
Last, Nymphs, gentilest Swains (to double pleasure)
Combin'd for cloze in sprightfull'st country Measure:
Whilst nodding Grandsires (chanted o're and o're)
Brag'd this Themselves had done, times past, and More.
Thus, on the flowry Soyl, these pleas'd Consorts
We leave again, joyn'd in their Shepheard-sports;
Kind Brothers of the flock, to gentle whom,
As Sojourners, for constant dwelling come
Peace, sober Quiet, harmless Innocence,
There seek protecting Roofs, find shelter thence
If any where. O prays'd, contented Life!
Fre'd from those envious Heats, that boyling strife
Of proud and haughty Courts! their Luxury,
Vain gorgeous Pomp, to boot! Projection-free!
No painted Vizards worn, but th' inmost Heart
And Brow stamp'd both alike! shun'd glosing art!
Kings have Unthron'd them for your pleasing Bliss,
As Kings from you to mounted Thrones have riss.
Here back to th' Cloyster'd Mansion, Vestall ayre
Let's turn our Flight, salute that noblest Payre
In their conjoyn'd abode; Nun-life, estate.
We shall not here set forth to th' full, dilate
Those pleasant Cabins, Garden-founts, those Bow'rs,
Choyce shady Walks; their evening Sports, their hours
For burning Incence, Vestall Robes, attires;
Their Musick-consorts oft, with their Voyce-quires,
Rare Pencils art, their Needles wonders, glory:
Nor shall we number out in formall story
Our spoused Nuns day-stoln Delights. and kisses;
Their private Walks to th' first-view'd Fount of blisses,
With that first Dear, adjoyning, faithfull Shade,
Where new Loves sober Sweets, love-vowes repaid
(All heighten'd much through former Doubts and fear,
Now rouzed up by Both, recounted there)
Last, th' Outlets Bow'r: those conscious, loving Places
Thank'd kindly still, as Capable oth' graces
(So sweetly over-flowing's gentle Love
Toward Founts and Trees) though rarest this, least prove
Observ'd; Althuse by th' fonder Nuns, beside,
So haunted still. Nor shall be blab'd, descry'd
Nights pleasures much; conform'd Althusa though
(Th' undressing Hand-mayds part who joy'd to show)
Pledora being chouch'd earths glorious Mine,
VVould but, lay'd down on th' blisfull cloathes, intwine
Her dainty'st Body still, Heart-fires revealing;
Thousand Goodnights in balmy kisses sealing
(Thousand Goodmorrowes too) Sighes joyn'd for cloze)
As Fancy should sublimed Spirits of those
Rayse (Chymick-like) to smaller dear fruition:
So, goes to's Trundle-bed: Dreams blest condition
Oft Cordiall-friend to th' pining hungry Lover,
Kind almes, relief. Soul soothed still, 'twould over
This Fast ere long, mean while participated
Those Joyes, preserves once swoonded for, high'st-rated
Thus at her feet, like th' sturdy Guardian kept
That Orchard rich in Golden fruit, he slept.
VVondrous Self-conquest (lo) both sides Renown'd
(Sweet'st, worthy'st Payr!) that Mansion, grovy round
Virgin-lodge still, though turn'd to loving Bow'rs!
None Witness day nor night, save th' amorous Pow'rs.
Sol, Luna alone, whose first his Daphne chose,
Th' other her Darling-swain; no Tell-tales those:
Choyce sports, converse, with first Love-fruits unblasted,
Althusa and the fayr Pledora tasted.
But yet, we shall not least neglect, o'r-pass
That yearly grand Solemnity, which was
Ere long perform'd to th' Goddess Vesta there,
To which, Spectators, none admitted were
But neighbouring Virgins; joyned also none
For Actor's in't, but vow'd sworn Nuns alone:
Those Nuns of choyce their Room above possest,
No small contentment to Althusas Brest;
Since else, beneath, some Shepheardesses eye
Might have betray'd her thence (worst treachery!)
Nor to Pledoras too, since free'd, excus'd
By this (turn'd Wife) nought Vestas Rites abus'd.
Th' whole Form thereof was thus: Ith' upper end
Oth' Temples quire, which did with steps ascend,
Great Goddess Vestas Image stood, inshrin'd
Somewhat aloft; th' one hand oth' Wall (design'd
On Arras, costly'st work) in verdant Shades

Same with Diana.

She seem'd beheld, with all her Quiver'd Mayds
Hunting the Deer; how lively'st reall Chase!
On th' other hand, with Tempting, naked Grace
Dabling in silver Streams, proportioned.
At foot oth' Shrine, their hallow'd ground was spread
With Damask carpet, broad, of purest white
And green in border'd Panes; 'fore which (to sight)
Small Table stood, like Silken adornment wearing.
First marched forth th' old Rev'rend Priestess, bearing
Largest white Lawn, upon whose midst display'd
Fayr Chaplet wreath, of beauteous Lillies made
Green Laurell, mixt, froath'd both in spots, like Snow;
Fit emblems, all: those Lillies seem'd to show
Chast Pureness there; Laurels did Freshness boast,
Loves powerfull conquest, with green Shades where most
Vesta delights; Snow figur'd Virgin-cold.
Next after her March'd single Nymph, did hold
Small Baskets, open-work, of white and green;
Like-ribbon'd, trim'd; through which (perspective-seen)
Shin'd store of Lillies, Laurell-branches fair.
Last, came th' whole Virgin-train, by comely Pair,
In long Lawn-vails, with towred lofty dressing,
Mixt white and green, puff'd Diadem expressing;
By each born in own hand small China dish
Of pure white, trembling Jelly (shrouded this
Chast Emblem too) whilst in their other showing
Bright hallow'd Censer, Incence round bestowing;
Whose fragrant, costly Mists, th' whole ample place
Endeard, enrich'd at once: with solemn Grace
Thus all March'd up (perform'd their Treble bow)
Towards those Mounting steps, beneath whose brow
Their Altar stood; where strait did hands divide,
Falling off partly thus to either side.
When up those steps the Priestess slowly advanc'd
To th' hallow'd Table, where a while Intranc'd
Shee kneeling seem'd; then, rouzing, spread thereon
(Devout obeysance made) that milk-white Lawn
With purest Wreath; next, from the attendant Mayd
Those fine-wrought Lilly-baskets, took, displayd
And rank'd them all beneath that Table, round
(Present to Vesta) on the Marble ground:
Then, further step'd to th' Carpet strow'd that o're
VVith Lillies Laurell-branches mixed store
(Those white, green Damask panes) set forth each part
Unlike; thus doubly Flowr'd, by Nature, art.
Last, all those Nymphs step'd up, advanced bowing
By single turns, and, each their Dish bestowing
That mention'd Table round, beneath retir'd:
During which while, those late dead walls inspir'd
Through soft conceal'd, harmonious Musick seem'd;
VVhence earthly Heaven turn'd, by some esteem'd
Which Musick ceas'd, forth lanching from the side.
The comely Priestess brought of Laurell dry'd
(Mixt Juniper) small Fagot, girdled bound
With Ribbons white, wherewith she stooping crown'd
Their Altar; fir'd the same with Spice and Gums:
That Hand-mayd (Wayting Nymph) soon after comes,
Two beauteous Chrystall Vialls sweetly bearing,
Like-formed, largest-bulk'd; through th' one appearing
White Wine to view, pure Milk that other show'd;
From whose transparant Wombs distilling flow'd
Like Founts, pour'd forth to Vesta, as Oblation:
During which latter Rites, in Anthem-fashion
Those severall Nymphs conjoyn'd from either side,
Did seem to Quire of Cherubins ally'd.

The Song was thus

Thus, th' Anthem past, those Nymphs joyn'd all anew,
That Senior Nun and Priestess first in view;
So, falling backwards all, in Payrs, with those
First Treble bows made up their solemn Cloze.
All this while sate Pledora as Star, on high,
Cloath'd with such beauteous rayes, divinity,
As though their Goddess Vestas self (less nice)
Were then come down to grace their Sacrifice
(As truly Virgin too that gaudy day)
Behind whom, closely skulk'd, Althusa lay.
There might she view one well-known Shepheardess,
And there Another 'midst the gazing press;
Marpesa (last) who late for him had Pin'd:
Whom shew'd to th' dear Pledora, jog'd behind:
Triumphant grown, since thus view'd all to th' full,
From her Moon-world, Self though invisible.
We must not (Reader) here neglect, ore-run
What good while past (more memorable) done
By th' Duke Arplastus prov'd, the fayr Flostel
When grown a Wanderer, short mild Farwell
Sent him in writing, as we sayd; whose lines
His Lordship view'd not without troublous signes,
Sad, Grief-ressenting thoughts, though secret Qualm
Which thus he turn'd more lightly off, ore-came:
Since, She withdrawn, no dangerous Clashings thence,
Shun'd jars with th' onely Minion of his sence
Belov'd Comandra, or his own Lust-vice;
Dear above all: though more severely Wise,
The Duke unriddled ith' worse sence her going,
As but foul Grudge 'gainst meer Comandra showing
Of whom still Fond as ere: nor (heightned Fate!)
Wanted that Whoor spight, art, to aggravate.
Well knowing the dismall cause (black, guilty Soul!)
Since, spent some little while, up closely stole
Those backward-stayrs, there listening for some Groan;
Fine Gasping Sigh; which horrid Musick done
(As she conceiv'd) she hop'd to bless her Eyes
With fayrest, dainty'st Coorse beneath the Skies:
She hoped, look'd, till starting wildly round,
Dead little Dog found Proxy on the ground:
Though soon pour'd forth that Poys'nous, Stygian broath
To Pluto Sacrifice, discreetly loth
Her devillish Stratagem should thence be known;
Chaf'd, beat her Brest, though wondrous joy'd she's gone.
Strong thoughts, th' Officious friendly Fates would do't
(Ere long) through Hunger, deep dispair to boot.
Thus three months wandred o're, the Duke Arplast
More thoughtfull grown, devout reflections cast
On's lov'd, lascivious Crime; th' ignoble stain
Foul Blur thereof; conscentred lastly ith' Vein
Of salving all by Marriage, counting this
Honours Restorative, chief Virtue-peice:
Least kinder Hints whereof what heightning Charmes
Found, dearly'st Suckl'd still, between her armes!
Nor could he lose this matchless Gem; besides,
Wanting Male-jewell, Son, the Duke confides
Heaven would more succeed him in those chast
Fruitions (Rich and fertile Soyl, nor past
Youths prime, Comandra deem'd) thus th' honest Road
His thoughts approve, though rough and hardly trode;
Wedding gears, Cables; joyned both together
Now th' are, indeed, no Pompous business neither:
'Twas Secret stoln, bate some few Houshold eyes,
Since no great Glorying in th' unworthy Prize:
Whight honest loves, transcendent Fortunes most
Become those Gayer forms, such gaudy boast.
Thus had she mounted now that lofty Tow'r,
Those Star-like heights she aym'd at, happy hour,
Flostella since so far remote those Walls
Thus Pest infected round! though wisely fails
Ardina to inform her ought, 'twould borrow
More Coyn (she deem'd) t'improve her stock of Sorrow.
But (lo) our fond and eager Muse o'relong
Can't from that matchless Payr, amidst the throng
Of Virgin-sisterhood, be over-sway'd;
Much time (howe're) Deceas'd, since last survay'd:
Althusa, proving in the Evens cool
Double-retir'd at once (through thoughtfull Soul)
To her own Brest, and to her Chamber too,
Whilst most oth' Nymphy train abroad did woo
Choice Evening-sports (some treading round their Maze.
Or 'bout their Founts, some breath'd with Running plays,
For Fishing, gathering Flow'rs) sate musing on
Her pretty strange Life, fortunes, all alone;
Sad-pleasant state, since Loves main youthfull fire
Unquenched yet, check'd in her dear Desire:
Oyle poured still upon the Flame, while tasting
Love-sallets, sweets, preserves, still hungry, Fasting.
Pledora her Consort too, the more she's known,
Beheld, still more divine-stamp'd Object shone
To th' sounder Reason, beauteous more to th' Sence;
Griev'd thus, till Union'd with such excellence;
Her Body, through her lovely Soul, made more
Attractive, strong, though Charm'd enough before:
Yea, through her Windowes too, that moment view'd.
The Gardens clasping Woodbines, Vines renew'd
Conjugall folds resemblances; their Young
Birds chaunted o're, as Loves effects they sung.
Cloy'd through these solemn thoughts, conceits, to those
More Sportive strait she falls, survaying goes
Her Female dress, in smiles, as if sh' had sayd,
And can such Fires these Virgin-robes invade?
What, lurking here? though Masque-like toyes (alas)
She-cobwebs, Mists, which nought could Sex deface,
Damp lusty Manhood; nights especially,
When with their sorty Spells cashir'd, layd by.
Next, Cheers up, since her blisfull Freedomes hour
Drawn nigh, and those delayes ith' Vestall Bow'r
('Twas thought) would primely Sweeten full Fruition;
Recompence all with Ravishing condition.
Thus, Sober, pleas'd, took down Pledoras Lute
(At which with learned'st Masters could dispute)
Then, gently kissing it (which seem'd as 'twere
Ambitious with Althusas Passion's there,
To warble forth at once its Mistress prayses,
Joyfull, complying) thus he gladsome chases
Dull moody Fogs from thence, in sweetest tones
But soft withall, Amphion so charm'd Stones.

Song.

This, scarcely cloz'd, when strait comes in the sweet
Pledora, wilder-look'd (chang'd Visage, meet
For flying Daphne turn'd) Ah my Althuse,
Sayd she, We'r both undone. Worst, saddest newes
Though softly breath'd! Why? strait Althuse reply'd,
Startling; her Languag'd looks since much descry'd,
Tongue more: We'r both betrayd (said she agen)
Lost, ruin'd Startled more Althusa when,
Speak't plainly out (reply'd) leave thus tormenting:
That Nymph, sayd she, that Mayd Ducenza (fainting)
What, what of her? Althusa strait replyes;
Comes here to morrow early, by Sun-rise
(Sayd she again) inrolled Nun of choyce
Althusa flushing strait) th' admitting Voyce
Is pass'd (went further on) my self but now
O're-heard th' old Priestess, down by th' Founts, allow
Grant all to th' Ancient Mayd, imployed by'er:
How sighing cloze! which tunefull Breath, rays'd higher,
Pledoras too, might Sweeten seem Misfortune.
The Case seem'd wondrous hard, would doubts importune;
For first, th' whole Mayden train obliged were
To welcome strait (as one) New-comer there
With Kiss salute; nor lest their Virgin-cell
Any, but gave to all last kind Farwell.
What's more, sworn Vestall just as then (that Even)
Dy'd sodainly; next Morn 'twixt ten, eleven,
Th' whole Virgin-troop were bound t'attend upon
Her mournfull Corps, Dulcenza being one,
All duely payr'd; Pledora thus, her Love
Althuse with joyn'd Dulcenza last would prove:
Which Body being interr'd, Assembled all
Those Nuns of choyce from thence ith' open Hall
(Each seated to their proper time) that place
Of Vestall Nun being offer'd first (in grace)
To th' Senior Virgin; who if chanc'd refuse,
Down lower still, till reach'd Pledora, Althuse,
Dulcenza last (Althusa next above 'er)
Who thus Polindor soon must needs discover
Thorough Althuse; since Lovers Eagle eyes
See tenfold, peirce those Vapour-sprinkled Skies
More then Sol's conqu'ring beams, would open lay him:
To th' Priestess and Ortheris both betray him.
This, sadly told, Althusa cheer'd her strait
With best coyn'd looks, and words; Their gloomy Fate
Happy in this (alledg'd) her Mayden vow
Since almost out, full Year expiring now
That very Night. O, but Rufin (she cry'd)
Too tardy Guardian, would not there be spy'd,
Nor fetch them thence next day till th' Afternoon.
What though? (reply'd Althuse) since, e're the Sun
Be rouz'd, awoke, for Flight their freedome given,
From whose Back-door close Passage (deign'd by Heaven)
Did lead to th' Gardens bolted Postern door;
Whence no long Walk for them to reach Tregor
Next Burrough-town, Rufin inform'd from thence:
Th' old Priestess with her Nuns (most strange pretence
Forg'd by him for their going) that mean while
Feign'd Paper, left oth' Table, should beguile:
Nor criminous Plot, convinc'd that Vesta, she,
Was now no true but false Mock-deity.
But if (sigh'd th' other then) No more of those
Presaging Ifs (Althuse reply'd) the cloze
Transmit to Heaven; Earth and fates though cruell,
Yet, Gods would guard howe're their dearest Jewell.
Thus, firm-resolv'd, and that whole Starry night
Watch'd out, Both in their cloathes, till faint Dawn-light
Peep'd smiling on them; All how slumbring, close!
Lull'd like Sleeps drowsie Babes! th' whose ample house
Turn'd Charnell, meer Tomb! eithers Linnen-store,
Polindor's robes, her Jewell-box (no more)
Were nimbly took, and left oth' open Board
Large Paper, did this feign'd device afford.
Great Vesta charg'd this present Night,
By Vision, we should take wing'd flight
T'her Thracian Temple (whispring nere
Least word) so, wait her pleasure there:
And what those awfull Powers command
Frayl Mortalls must not dare withstand.
Then, stealing gently forth Back-door oth' room,
All night left open wide (thus, silent dumb
That's bolt appear'd) through small joyn'd Wilderness;
Seem'd planted for their flight, Both did address
Their Ghost-like steps to th' Gardens postern-door
(There seem'd a Fount all tears, the solemn Bow'r
There quiv'ring Sigh'd, Herbs, Flowers drooping round
At parting) from that Door free Passage, ground
To th' mention'd Plain beneath; which nicely'st touch
Like softer Gales, coy silvan Nymphs, or such,
Payr'd sportive Goddesses, when, left their Skies,
O're th' mossie, Silken Lawns do wantonize:
Whilst splendid Phœbes cheek, but lately shining,
Seem'd now Cloud vayl'd as 'twere, in love combining
To shelter wandring Virtue, as it flyes:
O may not th' own fayr Rayes, Flostellas Eyes,
May not their own most Violet-like Scent
Those Feet betray. Thus, pass'd the Plain, they bent
Their steps to th' green Roads, which, trod lightly through
Both joyfull bad to th' Mayden Grove Adieu,
So tow'rds Tregor, great Town four miles off lying,
Far distant from the Vale, whence quick Post flying,
Should fully inform Rufin, their Life-guard friend,
Whose able Freeness would supply to th' end
With generous Maint'nance, sav'd her Jewels so;
And make him's Heir. Thus, whilst they panting go
(T'whom also their first worthyer Names we now,
Polindor and Flostella, shall allow)
Much gentler-pac'd, advanced further on;
Loud Voyce amaz'd them both, Flostella soon
Startling through fear, least horrid stop, Surprize;
Th' Heart quak'd: Polindor roul'd fierce, gazing eyes:
Till spy'd (by chance) thick leavy Fence, between,
Both pausing harken'd there, when strait agen
It loudly spake; to which did answering prove
Shrill Eccho, thus:
Floris and the Eccho,
FLO.
No wand'rer no, Mad love
Thy Motto is, pale Death th' Impressa;
Ay-me!

EC.
Ay-me!

FLO.
Hark, there's thy CRESSA.

EC.
Thy CRESSA

FLO.
'Tis she.

EC.
'Tis she.

FLO.
My joy the more is:
O do'st yet pitty thy poor FLORIS?

EC.
Poor FLORIS!

FLO.
Indeed?

EC.
Indeed?

FLO.
Sweet, sweet'st Love-ditty!
Say't once agen, is't a true Pitty?

EC.
Pitty.

FLO.
Dearest Dear!

EC.
Dear!

FLO.
Thus then renew Love
My Heart, asswage; CRESSA'S thy true-love.

EC.
Thy true-love.

FLO.
False never.

EC.
Never

FLO.
Cease t'importune
Then more, she Pitties thy hard fortune.

EC.
Hard fortune.

FLO.
Sighes, groans.

EC
Sighes, groans.

FLO.
O gentlest-hearted.
Ill fare those Hands that first us parted.

EC.
Us parted.

FLO.
Accurst.

EC.
Accurst.

FLO.
Who did unfold it.
That I was here? was't boarce Winds told it?

EC.
Winds told it.

FLO.
'Twas kind.

EC.
'Twas kind.

FLO.
O do not pass me
Dear Ghostess, sweet; but first imbrace me.

EC.
Imbrace me.

FLO.
Ith' low'st shades?

EC.
Shades.

FLO.
Where none shall sever,
But we shall Love, twine there for ever.

EC.
For ever.

FLO.
I come then.

EC.
I come then.

This Voyce Polindor knew, by th' names above,
For Floris Swain gentile, whose dearest Love
(Friends crossing still) through Feavers burning rape
Dead

See 9. Poem.

Corps become (fayr Nymph, though foul mishap)
Had turn'd him frantick neer; Tru'st hearted Swain!
Thus (Twilight-ghost he'd rove the distant plain
With loud lamenting Noyse, where gladly sound
Kind Eccho moan him ought, upon that ground
He'd Parlying stand (deep-charm'd) sick Fancy pleasing,
As heard fair Cressas Voyce. Whom, scarcely ceasing,
Our Pilgrim-lovers left to's fonder play
With's ayr-born Mistress, thus, resum'd their way,
(Much pitty'd though) till now, Three Miles oth' four
Travayl'd, dispatch'd, both chanc'd to progress o're
Fine Velvet-plain with flowry crop Begem'd;
Thorough whose midst small Chrystall River seem'd
To sport it self about, in wanton Mazes:
Trees, Natures Em'rald-bowrs, their verdant graces
Joyn'd from both sides the bank, Sun-fans (as 'twere)
To th' Pearl-cheek'd dancing Nymph; or seemed there
To stand at gaze, like her intranced Lovers.
Close by these Palms and plumed Myrtle-covers
Their Journey prov'd some while, chief walks delight;
When (lo) the thundring Noyse did both affright
Of Horses hoofs, with six tall armed Men
(Down went their Veyles in hast) heard balling then
Loud throats, to boot: Those, those are they, they sayd,
Take, nimbly seize'em. O, we'r both betrayd
(Cry'd th' Aspine-trembling Lady) lost, undone:
Sweet'st-utter'd words, though breath'd with mournfull tone,
Nigh swoonding. He's become Tempestuous too,
Soul-tortur'd, agoniz'd, her single Wo
Though deeply'st Stab'd enrag'd his manly Brest
(Through self-enlightning Guilt both charg'd, confest
Prime-dismall Author on't) endur'd such Passion
As felt the Load of all Mankinds vexation,
Th' whole Globe of grief: wants usefull Armes, beside:
Wherewith he might or there have bravely Dy'd,
Or cut her Passage through them; no escape
(Least glimps) unless by wily force and Rape
He could disarm some one, so gain'd a Sword:
Though all the rest with murthering Pistolls stor'd:
Yet seem'd this dangerous Project fixt upon,
Freedome, or Death; these words sigh'd forth alone,
Dear, hope still. Gallop'd up the Rout, they cry'd,
Yeild, or th' art dead; when from's beloved side
She's rudely seiz'd, Five tumbling strait on him
Like pond'rous falling Tow'rs, as thus would seem
By th' Press to execute, ere sentenc'd so:
Their Leaders words, Here's that Male She, the Shrow,
Fine femall Youth; All, Bind him, bind him (crying)
Quick, hast; worst doom it was, seem'd next to Dying:
Since being once Bound, his main Plot's frivolous.
Sore galled Heart, sad-glancing Eyes, since thus
Snatch'd from his Chief (how dearly'st-earned) Treasure,
Neer-grasp'd Delights; one Moments plundring seizure
Rob'd all, like Gem stor'd Indian Vessell, split
Ith' blisfull Harbours mouth; or, neerer yet,
Stronger portrait, like one from Heaven hurl'd
To th' Hells Abiss. Unvayled both to th' world,
Oth' cooz'ning Fates! This is not He (they cry'd)
Nor is this She; as Bugbears, charms espy'd:
Glad sounds to th' drooping Pris'ners, joyntly thus
Wonder-reviv'd; though (Mayd-like timorous)
Shrewd Qualm stil seiz'd the dear Flostella's brest,
Whilst those continu'd on their rambling Quest.
The ground was thus; ere Dawn peep'd on the Globe,
Wild, sharking, handsome Youth, through womans Robe
Nights shades befriended round, had stoln a Girl
From her strickt Guardian (most wealthy Pearl)
Coming acquaintance-like 'bout noon to Chat,
As School-fellow, great Wedding there till late,
When slunk forth (busy'd, dancing all) for flight:
Though follow'd soon that spruce Hermophrodite
Stout Horsemen, strongly informd they passd these Downs;
Both wearing too same colour'd Skarfs, and Gowns,
Like-statur'd Both; whence all this coyl descending:
Flostels close Panting-fit not eas'ly ending.
As for Dulcenza though, prime cause that hour
Of all, she came not to the Vestall Bow'r;
Though had (indeed) with older Mayd combin'd
To sally forth that Night, whilst Phœbe shin'd
Her Virgin-guardian; so reach the Grove
'Bout break of day: since, toyl'd through Tyrant-love,
As worst of Slaveries her heart began
To loath it, and the World; 'gainst thoughts of Man
That closer Bow'r . Nuns chast converse, would give
Best charms (she deem'd) prove sweet'st Restorative:
Tost with Loves blustring Storms, her Bark-like brest
Sought there for Anchorage, chief harbour of rest:
Portion by th' Uncle left, which would maintain
Her Nun of choyce, til sworn oth' Vestall train.
Whose Stratagem both Parents dear descrying,
They stop'd her course, with Friends best means applying
Mild gentlest Salves, to cure those thoughts anew;
Menander whilst for Love did strongly sue;
Much further'd by her Friends, thereby to tame
Both this last Mood, and th' old unhappy Flame.
As close Sirenus su'd, Marpesas Lover.
Thus, much rejoyc'd this blacker Clouds blown over
(Though caus'd, as were those Vestall frights of late,
Through vain fear, Lovers hanting Ghost, sad fate)
On walk'd th' enlivened Payr to th' further side,
Large spreading Wood, where smaller Path espy'd.
When (lo) the Lady faintish grown through late
Long watching, journey, frights, cool Liquor's bait
Much wish'd, desir'd, they thought awhile to tread
That Path, which would perhaps more friendly lead
To some refreshing Cell or Lodge; much lower
(Enticed on) they found, unlatch'd a Door:
Whence pass'd large squared Plot, strong lofty-fenc'd,
Part ope, part shaded ground, 'twas place dispenc'd
Much rarity for th' woods; Art, Nature where
So link'd combin'd, that well-drest Rudeness there
Both might present to th' eye; or seem t'express
Pert Loneness, cheerfull, sprightly Solemness:
As that its chief Grace meant, delight, the easier
To poize light Fancy grave, yeild jocund Pleasure
Sober allay; transform'd to Solid, wise
Quick Sanguin-temper, whilst dull Phlegm dries.
Th' whole plot some Spirit Philosophick show'd,
Or as 'twould sute that working Soul; the Mode
Such briefly, as if, with Princes daintier way
Cloy'd, tyr'd, slunk'd Art had hither stole to Play.
Anon, much more: cross'd smaller Green, ith' Nook
Fine, pritty, larger Cell their fancy took;
Which being approach'd, 'twas formed all, cut out
Oth' main entire Rock, thunder proof, as stout
Th' Iron Doors appear'd; the Walls with Vines ore-clad,
Resembling civill Wildness, pensive, sad,
Dampt Pleasantness; as if the Owner there
Had thought to steal some Comfort, joy (as 'twere)
From th' World and his own spightfull Grief, would so
Play th' walking Ghost (Elizium-plains below
Map'd in this Plot) till, th' Actour's part layd by,
Turn reall true Ghost, fold his armes and Dye.
Entring, they met with None, yet all was Neat;
Furnish'd though Plain, as seem'd t'acknowledge yet
Some Master; Table, Stool, with Chayr and Bed,
Trunk, Linnen-chest, Time's Hower-glass, Death's head:
Wall bench'd, where Silver Chain-belt, Faulchion hung;
Coorse wooden Plate, uncobweb'd Books a throng:
Large Cubbord too, where such Cheese, Butter, store
Of cold Bak'd meats, as fortnight full (or more)
Would serve their Host, Weeks plenteous food for Two,
New-lay'd in (constant Party brought it so
Each Fornight stil, from th' neibouring Town, Dervise)
Close Corner lastly cabin'd Roots discries:
Drink too, though pleas'd the Owner Natures stray
Fount celler oft. Upon the Table lay
Broad Paper, being entitled thus; The Poor
Hermonus Will: which thus Polind read ore.
What e're here enter'st, know I stood
Once Astorin, of noblest blood
High'st fortunes too; but Uncle base
(Whose Name would fright down Daylight, rayse
Storms, Devils) Brundescar, learn'd in all
Court-mischiefs, crimes, my Fathers fall
Caus'd through forg'd Treason (rare Brothers part!
Worth Hells record) thus, through damn'd art
Beg'd all's Lands, got him banish'd far:
Though soon chang'd life with's Country-ayre,
Small stock bequeathed me: though prim'd
The Cross, my Beggers curse sublim'd
This cloze; That loss much fairer Prize
Snatch'd from me, a Lady, in whose eyes
Blaz'd Beauties Noon; t'whom th' Indies poor,
Th' whole world mere Atome seem'd, no more.
Thus then, some Jewels took, I stray'd
Earths Maze as Pilgrim (Wind's comrade,
Sun's fellow-travailler) that Round,
T'outrun my dogging Griefs, or hound
A Grave forth: Heats, Frosts vex'd by turn:
Till this Globe-pageant, lo, grand Urn
Of all flesh view'd, with weary soles
(Like fortunes tost Ball 'tween the Poles)
My own Shore I trod; now grown Frost-bearded:
Where spying this Nook of rest, thus guarded
From the Worlds noyse, I bought it mine;
Was call'd Harmonus still; Sol's shine
Here many a Sommers progress cher'd.
My Body, found, see kindly interr'd
In its last bed, whose Tomb to th' Cave
Close joyns; with this short Epitaph:
Who three Worlds ranged hath, here lies;
Love's, Sorrow's, That of Vanities.
And in return slip down that board
Oth' wall, 'there's twenty pound (Gold-hoord)
Take it, and th' whole Freehold dispose
As thine; but keep Conditions; close
The poor Harmonus in his Tomb,
As hop'st to tread Elizeum.
This read, Both wonder'd more, since could discry
No Creature yet; till in the Root-plot by
(Walk'd forth) did handsome Tomb (yet open) view,
Lodg'd in the side oth' Cave; what stranger too,
One lying in't, all-cloath'd, as newly Dead:
Most reverend Lump of Age, whose hoary Head,
Beard snowy Alps appear'd, stiff, frozen-limb'd;
Being that Harmonus Corps, the which (it seem'd)
(As Both by Covenant were strongly ty'd)
Death softly whisp'ring, had layn down and Dy'd.
Which view'd, our Noblest Couple, after some
Kind Tears, meet pious duties clos'd the Tomb
Of their old Father strait; reciv'd as given
This pritty small Love-grange a Boon from Heaven,
Sweet'st sheltring Fort; although Light-horse were bound
To Scour these Parts, that Vestall coast oft round
Calm as the quiet Sphears, so that a Girl
Might wander safe, unrifled, bearing Pearl:
So Close reserv'd besides, no Shepheard-swains
Hanted this Coast, nor trod the Neighbouring Plains.
How various (lo) those Mystick folds of Fate!
Blest happy love succeeds Unfortunate.
Wood-bordring Woman too there was, did look
To th' Cell sometimes, dead Palsey whom then strook.
Thus, entring Cell again, Althusa strait
Vanish'd for Sex to ayre, full manly State
Polindor reassumes (ith' open Chest
Found comely Robe, which long since did invest
Young, generous Astorin) whilst smil'd Flostel;
Whose Mans robes, Faulchion, that Chain-belt so well
Bedeck'd his Person round, there seem'd to move
In one (she thought) both God of War and Love.
Next, Cordiall waters drunk, took good Repast
Oth' Hermits pleasing food, which when did wast
Rufin would all supply; perhaps procur'd
No Place by him as yet, thing unassur'd
(Nor would he Wonder more, but deem some Fright
Caus'd this Concealment, as their former flight)
Mean while on Heaven themselves, their faith they roul.
This Breakfast done, Polindors craving Soul
Tongue both (since tost as yet ith' Lover's Ocean)
Were 'bout to ask new Sweets; though damp'd that Motion
The faint, ore-drooping Ladies Appetite
To rest (Himself but drowsie too, scarce right)
Her Watch, sore frights, and journey thought in reason
Bad Friends to Loves more advantageous season:
Thus, th' Iron-door being fast, securely clos'd,
Both down upon that Hermits Bed repos'd
Joynt sleeping Partners thus, their armes intwin'd;
More wealth then in Sol's circuit there confin'd.
Come gentlest God of sleep, most fayr behold
Of all thy drowsie Empire, bind, infold
Their yeilding Sences (silken Cordialls are
Those pleasing Bands) come, Kiss this lovely'st Payr
To downy Quiet, Bathing first their Eyes
In slumbers Essence, Soul whilst waking lies;
Through Dreams in part those Joyes to come portraying:
No Noyse cause Rapes upon their Rest, dismaying.
Thus, each (bright living Coorse) payd Natures due;
Thus slept they, glorious whilst they slept (to view)
Sweet'st Innocences Twofold Picture there:
Polindor (cloy'd) if chanc'd to waken ere,
Her Eye lids clos'd, would Wink again, as he
Woo'd, courted Sleep, to bear her company;
Not stealing softest Kiss, least, Guilty so
(Love-crime howere) of Sin, disturbance show.
Thus slumber'd they, till flown through Signs of heaven
Many wing'd posting Hours, to six ith' even
When both Awoke. The joy'd Polindor now
Most blith and fresh (transported through that Vow
Cloud-like blown o're) with dear Imbracings, kisses,
Begun to claim (indeed) Conjugall blisses:
To which again, how sweetly'st blushing, she
(Smiles mixt) reply'd; My Lord, I now am free
('Tis true) from shackling Vowes confess'd beside
By Marriage Yours; thus, shall not least provide
Coy shifts, gainsay your Pleasure; yet my Suit
Would move Once more (part faintish still to boot)
That you would Grant me but three Hours alone,
Till shady Night, this Bed we slumber'd on,
Might shroud my Bashfulness: my dearest Lord,
Shall I obtain this? smil'd, each sugred word.
Which answer'd then Polind; Thus still you do
Torment a Lover, Sweet: If't should be so,
My Lord (sayd she again) I've done; no more.
But dearest, then sayd he (withall forbore
Scarce smiles) shall not that Grant be censur'd, thought
Dull coldness in my Blood? or styled ought
Want of Affection in me? Loathsome, either:
O no, my Lord (she cry'd) I vow, thought neither,
But rather deem'd your Love, through wish'd complying
With my Girls humour thus: To which replying
Nought more, but sigh, strait leapt he from the Bed,
As from that Gorgon, snake, Temptation fled
(Though much convinc'd indeed by Fancies pow'r,
Her speciall Mood, kind daintier Garb that hour
In Bed, would give Compleatest satisfaction)
When she rose too: Thus, Rouz'd and fresh for action,
Both Walk'd forth, pleas'd with their new Prospect, ayre;
Where we must leave awhile this Hermit-payr.
Now glance we back upon the Vestall Bow'r,
And what there pass'd: Next morn, that solemn Hour
For th' Vestall Nun dispatch'd, th' Interment-rites
(Next business being for Choyce) whilst to all Sights
(Though call'd) Althusa and Pledora lost;
Some nimbler Nymphs by th' way were hurry'd post
To th' Chamber-door; where calmest Silence found,
Nought Whisperings, they joyntly progress'd round
To their Back-door; wide Yauning that did show
Two chast Birds fled, th' Ayre left their Tenant, lo.
All wonder'd; when the old Priestess comes, espies
Oth' boord that Paper, reads with all four eyes
(Those glistring glaz'd Recruits) 'oft roul'd at heaven;
Ill-fac'd devotion 'twas, whilst joyntly given
No small heed, reverence by th' younger Crew,
Flock'd round about her then, as though there blew
Some sacred Whirlwind; just like Charmed things
She th' old Inchantress prov'd. Grief, sorrow stings
Most Mayden brests (alas) yea so far were
Some junior Nuns of choyce, grand Zelots there
(Unsworn to th' Place yet) mov'd therewith, transported,
That, what through jealous thoughts their Goddess sorted
More Honors, favours to that Thracian Bow'r
(In part withdrawn from hence) so Dear that hour
Pledora also esteem'd, Althusa too;
Those Girls would needs like Lady-errants go
For th' Thracian realm: Till loud th' old Priestess cry'd
(Joyn'd with more setled Nuns) That this imply'd
(Well-weigh'd) but meer their own fantastick Dream,
No heav'n-born Vision: Next, informed them,
How Fond these thoughts, since Vestas Deity
Fill'd all her Bow'rs alike; nor could they spy,
For pleasures choyce Map, such transcendent Piece,
Like Virgin-mansion though they travayl'd Greece:
Whose Foundress with the lasting glory dy'd
Of Queen and Mayd; now doubtless Stellify'd.
So, progress'd ore the whole; which, since so much
Concerns Flostellas Blood, descent, we'l touch.
This Princess, Queen, great heir to th' Ciprian Crown
Times past was born, whose Scepter with renown
Oft Femalls sway'd, enjoy'd; Persandra nam'd:
One Sister more there was, by nature claim'd
Her part ith' royall Blood, royall record,
Bercinthe this: But vile usurping Lord
Oth' Blood, call'd Phorban, Stain to th' Kingly race
(Though huge in Factions pow'r and Wealth did blaze)
Reach'd at the Throne; &, having slain through Treason
Their gallant'st Father first (choice fittest season)
Persandra then 'bout year and quarter old,
Soon grasp'd the Crown; that Circle of thorny Gold,
Royall Head-guive: though next in bloody chase
Her Life appear'd, this Blossome nip'd (alas)
By frosty Death, must raise advance his Spring.
Which Mischief justly fear'd (since Brooding thing
Vile Treason found, one Crime but spawns another)
By th' wretch'd and most indulgent Queen, her Mother,
Clarvesia call'd; she suddenly convays
This elder Femall Comfort of her dayes,
Chief princely Cyprian branch from Tyrants Sword
(Th' half dearest Remnant of her murther'd Lord)
Nurse privie too't, to most transcendent Peer,
Styl'd good Lorele. What bowels yernings there,
Tears, mixed Sighes! what clasping folds and Kisses!
How call'd she back again her parting Blisses,
Wept sobrest new Farwells! till, at the last,
Cry'd, Take't away; though follow'd then in hast
To th' Threshold, Door, how Kiss'd, imbrac'd it there!
Forth then Nurse slily stole, as Voyage 'twere!
For th' ayre that Evening, with her Infant-gem
To woody Plain adjoyn'd, where stayd for them
Both Coach and six tall Horses from Lorele;
Which comely'st Matron bare, known Party well
To him (since prov'd his Keepers Wife indeed)
Who, gently cheering it, with trusty speed
Receiv'd that Royall charge, by joynt accord:
Informed though, 'twas Orphan, kin to th' Lord:
So, towards strait her shady Lodge she flyes
Far off remote; where full Commands, supplies
Were giv'n her by Lorele, for choycest trayning,
Though now new-stamp'd, Chlorindas Name retaining.
Nurse back to th' Castle agen (as was desir'd)
Unseen, secure, through Gloomy walks retir'd;
Where, fitly joyn'd her Fellow nurse, that Night
Small mournfull Coffin (lo) by Torches light
Was carry'd forth, as though the Babe had dy'd
Of some strange Pest, by th' royall Mothers side:
The Queen much heightning all through grief sick-browd,
Lock'd up upon't; thus, speedy'st Grave allow'd:
Whose faithfull'st Nurse soon after (plot unknown)
To th' mention'd Lodge and little Lady's gone:
Next Morn, her Infant-sister, last eye-sore
To th' wakefull Tyrant, was pack'd down to Shore,
With second Storm of dismall Sighes and Tears,
Woes second part; like Mothers yernings, fears,
Close foldings, kisses, secret heart-bemoanings,
Since thus giv'n up to th' Wind & Wave; what groanings,
Vowes, prayers made! that sweetest Innocence
Might (charm'd Sea-tyrants too) escape from thence.
Thus, down the Havens stream with tendrest Nurse
She's Lanched forth, as though some shorter course
(For ayering, health) to country Grange below;
Where Græcian Merchant, being order'd so
By th' Lord Lorele his friend, took both aboard
For Arcady; where Brother to that Lord
(Lines sent) as then become chief Favourite,
Her faithfull Guardian prov'd, she his Delight:
Call'd Chlorifleur: which Infant not returning,
'Twas noys'd, conceiv'd, some Pirat-theeves (that morning
Did scour in truth those Watry Roads) had drown'd.
As for this Last, from rich Arcadin bound
Kind Sayles and winds glad Newes transported oft
To th' Lord Lorele; yea, sweet'st Epistles brought
(So soon as Chlorifleurs small daintyer hand
Could Limb but letters forth, small Pen command)
Wrapt up in his; her Mothers high'st degree
But Baroness, inform'd, call'd Melide:
Nor knew that Merchant more (least blab'd, descry'd)
But that some noble Orphan 'twas, Ally'd.
As for Chlorinda though, Fates, milder grown,
Gave her oft private Vuws, in clouds unknown
(Stoln joyes delightfull too, most dear to thought)
Since visiting by fits that Lady oft
Of good Lorele as friend (Sicambe nam'd)
Whole Month sometimes (whose Councel not disclaim'd)
They two would frequently to th' Park repair
Mile's distance off, as though for th' Evening ayre
(Choice gallant Prospect 'twas beside) well Coach'd;
Which having pranced round, their Lodge approach'd,
They'd enter still for easefull Bait, the Queen
Her small Chlorinda thus (brought alwaies in
By th' Nurse, as for Sicambes onely view)
Fondlily'st enjoy'd. First glance on it, 'tis true,
Just cross the Court she spy'd it Didling go,
Whence inmost bowels seem'd to roul; but O,
The Mothers tendrest Garb and meltings ore
Her harmless Babe (Nurse standing by, no more)
What Joy-grief-medley there! what tears and smiles!
Show'r, mixed Sunshine! how embrac'd the whiles,
Hug'd, kiss'd it oft! when clasping her agen
The gentle Babe, now sober-temper'd, then
Smiling as much, till Wept (poor heart) at last
For solemn Company; full sorrows blast
When Sighed forth the dear ore-charged Mother:
What Bablings (last) begun from t'one to th' other,
'Twas pritty rare Sight, caused thence to rise
Sad pleasure ith' Beholders dewed eyes.
She Wept, yet weeping though she blesses Heaven,
Since lives and safties both at once were given
To her poor Orphæn-brood; what's more, so Kind,
That T'one of them's ith' Armes just then intwin'd.
The Girl as elder grew, discerning more,
Reverse the Queen her cautious Passions wore,
Turn'd inward; strove by secret art to smoother;
Though when must play the fondly indulgent Mother,
Such Buddings seen of Wit, and choice perfection,
As well as Beauty, growth, then, sad reflection
On th' murther'd Father, injur'd Childs estate,
She'd whisper gentle Sighes; or, turning strait,
Weep forth kind hasty Show'r (as 'twere) by stealth,
Oft in some corner dropt the Liquid wealth,
Those molten Pearls: then, having cleer'd the Skie,
Toy'd, Chatting-game renew'd, till th' busie eye
Of sweet Chorinda mark'd at length, perceiv'd:
Who ask'd her Nurse (though whimperingly griev'd)
What was the Cause that Lady wept for so.
Nurse told; Her murther'd Lord inforc'd that Wo;
Two little Daughters also lately dead,
Th' one much resembling her, which likewise bred
Strange Love, affection to her. Sayd the Child;
I know not, but methinks (then sweetly smil'd)
I love her (Nurse) far more then she loves me,
Nor can I rest least satisfy'd, till she
New hugs me, till she kisses me anew;
Fain would I dwell with her. The good Doru,
Y'are not yet old nor big enough, replies.
Ah, sayd the Child again with beaming eyes,
But I could talk with her, and find her Play
Howere, I hope: Thus pass'd that part oth' day.
Though, growing bigger yet, th' enlarged Queen
Her self would say, whilst kiss'd embrac'd between,
Your Mother (pritty one) intruth was crown'd
Dear to me, Sister-like, th' especiall ground
You share this kinder Love; although you do
Revive to th' thoughts my bury'd Daughter too
Most like the First (twain once this Womb producing)
Thus, Love with Sorrow both at once infusing.
To which reply'd that royall Bud (anon)
With pleasing'st grace; Would heaven that she alone
(Madam) survived yet, that I might prove
Her humble Handmayd. Showring tears of love
In smiles, No sweet (reply'd Clarvesia then)
Youl'd Mayd of honour prove perhaps to th' Queen.
'Bout eight years old, to th' Lord's own house transplanted
(As neer of Blood) she was, which Court-like vanted,
Since made this Princely'st Jewels Cabinet;
Now seem'd Clarvesias Joy almost compleat.
Thus, growing on, at full Ten years (no more)
Choice Aprils early Blooms her Cheeks they wore:
Till, mounted up to th' gallant pitch, Fifteen,
Grown Woman-ripe as then, true Princess, Queen
Blaz'd in her sunny eye, Breath'd from her brest,
Both Coyn'd as 'twere for empire; Beauties crest
Her brow presents, with Honours glorious Throne:
When strait her Mystick Birth's discover'd, shown
In private room, Lorele, Clarvesia by
(Fit'st time) But O the various Extasie,
Bosome-intrancements, folds that very hour!
Smiles, kisses, tears! Joy shew'd its soveraign pow'r
In th' One, at first; Joy, wonder in the Other;
Grief shortly both in Daughter though and Motler
Prov'd equall rule, through th' envious wrongs of Fate.
The Virtue, worthy'st Passion shewn in that
Prime Scean of nature (Reader) fancy may,
Much nimbler then my Pen, to th' full Portray.
And now the good Lorele begun to groan,
Till saw Persandra deck her Fathers Throne;
His Soul grown Pregnant, big (as 'twere) did prove
With loyall thoughts of equity and love
Tow'rd so bright Innocence: as meetly just,
To th' Queen ere long, some greater Peers of trust
Unclasp'd his inmost Brest (took solemn Oath)
Then, private Views of her, conversings both
Afforded them; so Prince-like those esteem'd,
All Wept, they wept; at once transported seem'd
Their eyes and eares, Ingaged too their Hearts.
Wise Agents felt (as 'twere) by secret arts
The Peoples pulse (propound, What if alive
Their Princess, Queen? found quick and strong, they drive
Most boldly and undaunted on, took field;
Next following Year that barbrous Tyrant kill'd
In Battail, sunk through ease and weakning pleasure:
Won's proud Metropolis, chief hoord of treasure,
Three parts oth' Kingdomes four, whilst still the rest
(Some Haven-towns) his sturdy Heir possest.
Thus raign'd Persandra as the Cyprian Sun,
Till Phœbus too his yearly course had run;
What time the worthy'st Queen Claruesia dies,
Gave up her Soul to heaven, whose drousie eyes
(Their lids fair Curtains to this worldly Light)
Both Daughters clos'd in death; her Young'st delight
Late come from Arcady, where gallant Lord
Espoused had: she, back return'd aboard
(Of whom more shall be sayd anon) Behold,
Claruesia being set, dark Clouds unfold.
That Tyrant's haughty Heir, most Lion-stout
As suttle, boldly stak'd at one last bout
His utmost All; took field, pitch'd Battail tries;
Through churlish Fates, or humane treacheries
Shatter'd ere long, disjoynted all her Pow'r:
Persandra flying to Port-town, that hour:
Whence with a monstrous Mass of treasure, there
Lay'd up 'gainst thundring Storm, of late (the Peer
Lorele her Guardian) trusts to foaming Seas,
Since Land unkindest prov'd; through gentlest these
Soon reach'd th' Arcadian shelter, thither came:
Purchas'd this goodly Place, this Grove of fame,
Tall Temple (lastly) Mansion-bow'r admir'd
Gave up to Vestas honour, use; retir'd,
Weary of earths soon-fading Tinsell glory,
As Vestal Nun she clos'd her Royall Story.
Here Sister, here train'd up, did Morn-like rise
Th' unequall'd Joy and wonder of all eyes,
Monopolizer of all Manly hearts
As womans beauty, Courtier turn'd (choyce parts)
Crown'd there She-miracle, was Styl'd alone
Lovely, excelling: whether being gone,
Plac'd 'bout the Queen, she took a mighty Lord
Love's Pris'ner, joyned both by chast accord;
From whence Arplastus and Flostella sprung:
And thus true Royall heir the Ladies sung,
As from Bercinthe to that Cyprian Crown.
Thus to Persandra (her Aunt far off) renown
To th' femall Sex had rays'd as 'twere his Place
(In part) through gentlest Providentiall grace
For her exposed Neice, as shelter, duty
To lost forsaken Virtue, wandring Beauty.