The Countesse of Pembrokes Yuychurch Conteining the affectionate life, and vnfortunate death of Phillis and Amyntas: That in a Pastorall; This in a Funerall: both in English Hexameters. By Abraham Fravnce |
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The third day.
And now since buriall of Phillis louely the third day
At length appeared, when poore distressed Amyntas
Loost his Kidds fro the fould, and sheepe let forth fro the sheepecoate,
And to the neighbour hills full set with trees he resorted:
Where, as amidst his flock, his Lasse thus lost, he bewayleth,
And maks fond wishes with deepe sighes interrupted,
And he relenting ayre with his outcries all to be beateth;
Eccho could not now to the last woord yeeld any Eccho
All opprest with loue, for her ould loue stil she remembred,
And she remembred, stil, that sweete Narcissus her ould loue,
With teares all blubbred, with an inward horror amazed.
When she begins to resound her sobbs stil stay the resounding,
When she begins her speech, her griefe stil stoppeth her halfe-speech,
With which her woont was with louers sweetly to dally.
During these her dumps, thus againe complaineth Amyntas,
During his complaynts she with all compassion harkneth.
At length appeared, when poore distressed Amyntas
Loost his Kidds fro the fould, and sheepe let forth fro the sheepecoate,
And to the neighbour hills full set with trees he resorted:
Where, as amidst his flock, his Lasse thus lost, he bewayleth,
And maks fond wishes with deepe sighes interrupted,
And he relenting ayre with his outcries all to be beateth;
Eccho could not now to the last woord yeeld any Eccho
All opprest with loue, for her ould loue stil she remembred,
And she remembred, stil, that sweete Narcissus her ould loue,
With teares all blubbred, with an inward horror amazed.
When she begins to resound her sobbs stil stay the resounding,
When she begins her speech, her griefe stil stoppeth her halfe-speech,
During these her dumps, thus againe complaineth Amyntas,
During his complaynts she with all compassion harkneth.
O what a warre is this, with loue thus stil to be striuing?
O what a wyld-fyre's this conueyd to my hart by the blynd-boy?
That neither long tyme can bring any end to my striuing,
Nor teares extinguish this wylde-fyre throwne by the blynde boy?
Then then, alas, was I lost, ô then then, alas, was I vndoone,
When the coral-colored lips were by me greedily viewed,
And eyes like bright starrs, and fayre browes dayntily smyling,
And cherefull forehead with gold-wyre all to be decked,
And cheeks all white-red, with snow and purple adorned,
And pure flesh swelling with quick veynes speedily mouing,
And such fine fingers, as were most lyke to the fingers
Of Tithonus wife platting th' ould beard of her husband.
What shal I say to the rest? each part vnited in order,
Each part vnspotted, with long roabs couered each part.
What shal I say to the rest? many kisses ioynd to the sweete woords,
And many woords of weight in like sort ioynd to the kisses,
Vnder a greene lawrell sitting, and vnder a myrtle,
Myrtle due to Venus, greene lawrell due to Apollo.
O what a wyld-fyre's this conueyd to my hart by the blynd-boy?
That neither long tyme can bring any end to my striuing,
Nor teares extinguish this wylde-fyre throwne by the blynde boy?
Then then, alas, was I lost, ô then then, alas, was I vndoone,
When the coral-colored lips were by me greedily viewed,
And eyes like bright starrs, and fayre browes dayntily smyling,
And cherefull forehead with gold-wyre all to be decked,
And cheeks all white-red, with snow and purple adorned,
And pure flesh swelling with quick veynes speedily mouing,
And such fine fingers, as were most lyke to the fingers
Of Tithonus wife platting th' ould beard of her husband.
What shal I say to the rest? each part vnited in order,
Each part vnspotted, with long roabs couered each part.
What shal I say to the rest? many kisses ioynd to the sweete woords,
And many woords of weight in like sort ioynd to the kisses,
Vnder a greene lawrell sitting, and vnder a myrtle,
Myrtle due to Venus, greene lawrell due to Apollo.
That lytle earthen pott these ioys hath now fro me snatched,
That lytle earthen pot where Phillis bones be reserued:
O thrice happy the pot, where Phillis bones be reserued,
And thrice happy the ground, where this pot shalbe reserued.
Earth and earthen pot, you haue the belou'd of Amyntas,
Natur's sweete dearling, and only delyte to the Countrey,
And sunne of this soyle, of these woods only Diana.
O thryce happy the earth, but much more happy the earth-pot.
That lytle earthen pot where Phillis bones be reserued:
O thrice happy the pot, where Phillis bones be reserued,
And thrice happy the ground, where this pot shalbe reserued.
Earth and earthen pot, you haue the belou'd of Amyntas,
Natur's sweete dearling, and only delyte to the Countrey,
And sunne of this soyle, of these woods only Diana.
O thryce happy the earth, but much more happy the earth-pot.
O thrice happy the grasse, that grows on graue of a Goddesse,
And shooting vpwards displays his top to the heauens.
Sweete blasts of Zephyrus shal make this grasse to be seemly,
Noe sythe shal tutch it noe serpent craftily lurking
With venymous breathing, or poyson deadly shal hurt it;
Noe Lyonesse fowle pawes, Beares foote, beasts horne shal abuse it,
Noe byrds with pecking, noe vermyn filthy by creeping,
Noe winters hoare frost, no night-deaws dangerus humor,
Noe rage of Suns-heate, noe stars, or power of heauens.
Noe boistrous tempest, noe lightnings horrible outrage,
And shooting vpwards displays his top to the heauens.
Sweete blasts of Zephyrus shal make this grasse to be seemly,
Noe sythe shal tutch it noe serpent craftily lurking
With venymous breathing, or poyson deadly shal hurt it;
Noe Lyonesse fowle pawes, Beares foote, beasts horne shal abuse it,
Noe byrds with pecking, noe vermyn filthy by creeping,
Noe winters hoare frost, no night-deaws dangerus humor,
Noe rage of Suns-heate, noe stars, or power of heauens.
Noe boistrous tempest, noe lightnings horrible outrage,
Dryue hence, good plow-men, driue hence your wearied oxen,
And you friendly shepherds, keep back your sheep fro the graues grass,
Least your sheepe vnwares may chaunce by my Loue to be harmed,
Least by the bulls rude rage her bones may chaunce to be bruysed,
Whilst with foote and horne hee the graues-ground teareth asunder.
Least your sheepe vnwares may chaunce by my Loue to be harmed,
Least by the bulls rude rage her bones may chaunce to be bruysed,
Whilst with foote and horne hee the graues-ground teareth asunder.
Make haste you yongmen, make haste all you prety damsells,
With sacred water this sacred place to besprynkle,
Burne piles of beech-trees, and then caste on the Sabæan
Spyce to the pyles burning, send sweete perfumes to the heauens,
Cynnamon, and Casia, Violets, and loued Amomum;
Red-colored Roses, with Beare-breech cast ye togeather.
With sacred water this sacred place to besprynkle,
Burne piles of beech-trees, and then caste on the Sabæan
Spyce to the pyles burning, send sweete perfumes to the heauens,
Cynnamon, and Casia, Violets, and loued Amomum;
Red-colored Roses, with Beare-breech cast ye togeather.
And then on euery side set tapers sacred in order,
And beate your bare brests with fysts all weary with anguish,
And sing sweete epitaphs, lifting your voyce to the heauens,
Sing sowre-sweete epitaphs in death and praise of a Goddesse.
Wanton fleshly Satyrs, and Fauni friends to the mountains,
Nymphs addict to the trees, and in most gracius order
Three Graces ioyning, shall beare you company mourning.
And beate your bare brests with fysts all weary with anguish,
And sing sweete epitaphs, lifting your voyce to the heauens,
Sing sowre-sweete epitaphs in death and praise of a Goddesse.
Wanton fleshly Satyrs, and Fauni friends to the mountains,
Nymphs addict to the trees, and in most gracius order
Three Graces ioyning, shall beare you company mourning.
And I myself will dresse, embalme, and chest my beloued,
And, folowing her coarse, all pale, and wan as a dead man,
Weary the woods with plaints, and make new streames by my weeping
Such streames as no banck shall barr, streames euer abounding,
Such streames as noe drought shall drye, streames neuer abating.
With mee Parnassus, with mee shall mourne my Apollo,
And Uenus, all chafed, that Desteny tooke my beloued.
And that same vile boy, which first did ioyne me to Phillis,
His lamp shall lay downe, and paynted quyuer abandon,
And with his owne prety teares trickling, and sweetly beseeming,
Help me to mourne, although that he gaue first cause to my mourning.
And, folowing her coarse, all pale, and wan as a dead man,
Weary the woods with plaints, and make new streames by my weeping
Such streames as no banck shall barr, streames euer abounding,
Such streames as noe drought shall drye, streames neuer abating.
With mee Parnassus, with mee shall mourne my Apollo,
And Uenus, all chafed, that Desteny tooke my beloued.
And that same vile boy, which first did ioyne me to Phillis,
His lamp shall lay downe, and paynted quyuer abandon,
And with his owne prety teares trickling, and sweetly beseeming,
Help me to mourne, although that he gaue first cause to my mourning.
But, what alas doe I meane to repeate these funeral outcries,
Stil to repeate these plaints, and stil toolate to repeate them?
Thrice hath Phœbus now displayd his beames fro the mountains,
Thrice hath Phœbus now descended downe to the mayn-sea,
Since my belou'd was dead, since our good company parted,
Since Phillis buryed, since all solempnities ended,
Since my delytes, poore wretch, were all inclosd in a coffyn.
Yet doe I mourne here stil, though noegood come by my mournyng,
Adding teares to my teares, and sorrows vnto my sorrows,
And noe stay to my teares, and noe rest coms to my sorrows.
Stil to repeate these plaints, and stil toolate to repeate them?
Thrice hath Phœbus now displayd his beames fro the mountains,
Thrice hath Phœbus now descended downe to the mayn-sea,
Since my belou'd was dead, since our good company parted,
Since Phillis buryed, since all solempnities ended,
Since my delytes, poore wretch, were all inclosd in a coffyn.
Yet doe I mourne here stil, though noegood come by my mournyng,
Adding teares to my teares, and sorrows vnto my sorrows,
And noe stay to my teares, and noe rest coms to my sorrows.
O strong boy, strong bow, and ô most dangerus arrow.
Now doe I fynde it a payne, which first did seeme but a pleasure,
Now doe I feele it a wound, which first did seeme but a smarting,
When strong boy, strong bow shot first that dangerus arrow.
Now doe I feele it a wound, which first did seeme but a smarting,
When strong boy, strong bow shot first that dangerus arrow.
Thus did Amyntas mourne, and then came home by the Sun-set,
In these verses,
Eccho could not now to the last woord yeeld any Eccho
All opprest with loue, for her ould loue stil she remembred,
And she remembred stil that sweete Narcissus her ould loue, &c.
All opprest with loue, for her ould loue stil she remembred,
And she remembred stil that sweete Narcissus her ould loue, &c.
Some litle men fynde great fault, that this word, stil, being twice vsed, is but an idle repetition to make vp the verse. Where, if they could see, that in the first place it is an Aduerb, & an Adiectiue in the second, they might aswel bee stil, and not speake any thing, as stil talk, and yet say noething.
The like reprehension was that of him, whose wits were soe weakened with passions, that he fell downe of his horse, with singing, Downe a Downe. This man, first moued by the peremptory Preface of the Lawyers Logike (which yet could tutch none but the galled back) and reading there in the Analysis of Stanfords Crowne Pleas, that in Homieidijs, &c. although in times past Voluntas reputabatur pro facto, yet it was not soe vsed in these dayes, but only in the Princes case, and certaine special and honorable personages mencioned by Statute in H.7. time: thought it a wondrous fault, that I did but Digitum ad fontem intendere, and not literally repeate euery word at large out of Saunders case in Plowden, where I bring in his mynistring of poyson with a murdring intent, as a medium in framing of a Syllogisme: whereas alas euery chylde knowes, that Saunders action did effect death, euen to his owne confusion. Better might hee haue reprehended the misprysion of the Printer, whoe Pag. 74. should haue left out Higgs, and put in Mynshew, the very lyuing image of Syr Philip Sydneys Damætas.
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