The Whole Works of William Browne of Tavistock ... Now first collected and edited, with a memoir of the poet, and notes, by W. Carew Hazlitt, of the Inner Temple |
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 | The Whole Works of William Browne |  |
Remond and Doridon were turning then
Vnto the most disconsolate of men,
But that a gallant Dame, faire as the morne
Or louely bloomes the Peach-tree that adorne,
Clad in a changing silke, whose lustre shone
Like yellow flowres and grasse farre off in one:
Or like the mixture Nature doth display
Vpon the quaint wings of the Popiniay,
Her horne about her necke with siluer tip,
Too hard a metall for so soft a lip:
Which it no oftner kist, then Ioue did frowne,
And in a mortals shape would faine come downe
To feed vpon those dainties, had not hee
Beene still kept back by Iuno's iealousie.
An Iuory dart she held of good command,
White was the bone, but whiter was her hand;
Of many peeces was it neatly fram'd,
But more the hearts were that her eyes inflam'd.
Vpon her head a greene light silken cap:
A peece of white Lawne shadow'd either pap,
Betweene which hillocks many Cupids lay,
Where with her necke or with her teats they play,
Whilst her quicke heart will not with them dispence,
But heaues her brests as it would beat them thence:
Who, fearing much to lose so sweet repaire,
Take faster hold by her disheuell'd haire.
Swiftly she ran; the sweet Bryers to receiue her
Slipt their embracements, and (as loth to leaue her)
Stretch'd themselues to their length; yet on she goes.
So great Diana frayes a heard of Roes
And speedy followes: Arethusa fled
So from the Riuer, that her rauished.
Vnto the most disconsolate of men,
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Or louely bloomes the Peach-tree that adorne,
Clad in a changing silke, whose lustre shone
Like yellow flowres and grasse farre off in one:
Or like the mixture Nature doth display
Vpon the quaint wings of the Popiniay,
Her horne about her necke with siluer tip,
Too hard a metall for so soft a lip:
Which it no oftner kist, then Ioue did frowne,
And in a mortals shape would faine come downe
To feed vpon those dainties, had not hee
Beene still kept back by Iuno's iealousie.
An Iuory dart she held of good command,
White was the bone, but whiter was her hand;
Of many peeces was it neatly fram'd,
But more the hearts were that her eyes inflam'd.
Vpon her head a greene light silken cap:
A peece of white Lawne shadow'd either pap,
Betweene which hillocks many Cupids lay,
Where with her necke or with her teats they play,
Whilst her quicke heart will not with them dispence,
But heaues her brests as it would beat them thence:
Who, fearing much to lose so sweet repaire,
Take faster hold by her disheuell'd haire.
Swiftly she ran; the sweet Bryers to receiue her
Slipt their embracements, and (as loth to leaue her)
Stretch'd themselues to their length; yet on she goes.
So great Diana frayes a heard of Roes
And speedy followes: Arethusa fled
So from the Riuer, that her rauished.
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