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 Lamentation of Corydon, for the loue of Alexis, verse for verse out of Latine. |
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The Lamentation of Corydon, for the loue of Alexis, verse for verse out of Latine.
Silly Shepherd Corydon lou'd hartyly fayre lad Alexis
His masters dearling, but saw noe matter of hoping;
Only amydst darck groues thickset with broade-shadoe beech-trees
Dayly resort did he make, thus alone to the woods, to the mountayns,
With broken speeches fond thoughts there vaynly reuealing.
His masters dearling, but saw noe matter of hoping;
Only amydst darck groues thickset with broade-shadoe beech-trees
Dayly resort did he make, thus alone to the woods, to the mountayns,
With broken speeches fond thoughts there vaynly reuealing.
O hard-harted Alexis, I see my verse to be scorned,
Myself not pytyed, my death by thee lastly procured.
Now doe the beasts eu'n seeke for cooling shade to refresh them,
And now greene Lyzards in bushes thorny be lurking,
And, for saynt reapers by the suns rage, Thestilis hastnyng,
Strong-smelling wylde tyme and garlyck, beates in a mortar:
But whil'st scorcht Corydon doth trace his louely Alexis,
Groaues by the hoarce-chirping Grashoppers yeeld a resownding.
Myself not pytyed, my death by thee lastly procured.
Now doe the beasts eu'n seeke for cooling shade to refresh them,
And now greene Lyzards in bushes thorny be lurking,
And, for saynt reapers by the suns rage, Thestilis hastnyng,
Strong-smelling wylde tyme and garlyck, beates in a mortar:
But whil'st scorcht Corydon doth trace his louely Alexis,
Groaues by the hoarce-chirping Grashoppers yeeld a resownding.
Wast not farr better t'haue borne with surly Menalcas,
And sore displeased, disdaigneful, prowd Amaryllis,
Although thou white were, although but swarty Menalcas?
O thou fayre white Boy, trust not too much to thy whytenes:
Fayre whyte flow'rs fall downe, black fruyts are duely reserued.
And sore displeased, disdaigneful, prowd Amaryllis,
Although thou white were, although but swarty Menalcas?
O thou fayre white Boy, trust not too much to thy whytenes:
Fayre whyte flow'rs fall downe, black fruyts are duely reserued.
Thou car'st not for mee: my state thou knowst not Alexis,
What flocks of white Sheepe I doe keepe, of mylk what aboundance:
On Sicil high Mountayns my Lambs feede more than a thowsand;
New mylk in summer, new mylk in wynter I want not:
My song's like Thebane Amphions song, when he called
His wandring bullocks on Greekish mount Aracynthus.
Nor soe fowle be my lookes; for I saw myself by the sea-shore,
When seas all calme were: Ile orecome Daphnis, I doubt not,
Eu'n by thy owne iudgement, vnles my face doe deceaue mee.
What flocks of white Sheepe I doe keepe, of mylk what aboundance:
On Sicil high Mountayns my Lambs feede more than a thowsand;
New mylk in summer, new mylk in wynter I want not:
His wandring bullocks on Greekish mount Aracynthus.
Nor soe fowle be my lookes; for I saw myself by the sea-shore,
When seas all calme were: Ile orecome Daphnis, I doubt not,
Eu'n by thy owne iudgement, vnles my face doe deceaue mee.
O let this be thy will, to frequent my rustical harbors,
And simple cotages, sticking in forcks to vphould them,
And driue on forward our flock of Kidds to the mallowes.
Wee wil amidst wylde woods contend Pans song to resemble;
Pan was first that quills with wax tyde ioyntly togeather,
Pan is good to the sheepe, and Pan is good to the sheepesman.
And simple cotages, sticking in forcks to vphould them,
And driue on forward our flock of Kidds to the mallowes.
Wee wil amidst wylde woods contend Pans song to resemble;
Pan was first that quills with wax tyde ioyntly togeather,
Pan is good to the sheepe, and Pan is good to the sheepesman.
Neither think it a shame to thyself t'haue playd on a corne-pipe:
For, that he might doe the same with skil, what did not Amyntas?
Damatas long since did geue me a pipe for a token,
Compackt of seu'n reedes all placed in order vnæquall:
And thus said when he dy'de; one vsed it only before thee:
Thus said Damatas; this greeued foolish Amyntas.
For, that he might doe the same with skil, what did not Amyntas?
Damatas long since did geue me a pipe for a token,
Compackt of seu'n reedes all placed in order vnæquall:
And thus said when he dy'de; one vsed it only before thee:
Thus said Damatas; this greeued foolish Amyntas.
Also twooe prety kidds doe I keepe, late found in a valley
Dangerus, and theyr skins with milk-white spots be bedecked,
Of dams milk not a drop they leaue, and for the I keepe them:
Thestilis of long tyme hath these kydds of me desired:
And they shall be her owne, for that thou scorn'st what I geue thee.
Dangerus, and theyr skins with milk-white spots be bedecked,
Of dams milk not a drop they leaue, and for the I keepe them:
Thestilis of long tyme hath these kydds of me desired:
And they shall be her owne, for that thou scorn'st what I geue thee.
Come neare, ô faire boy; loe, Nymphs here bring thee the Lillies
With full stuft baskets, faire Nais, loe, to thy comfort
White Violets gath'ring, and Poppies daintily topping,
Daffadil adds to the same, and leaues late pluckt fro the sweete Dill:
Then mingling Casia, with diuers sauory sweete flowres,
With yealowish Marigold she the tender Crowto bedecketh.
With full stuft baskets, faire Nais, loe, to thy comfort
White Violets gath'ring, and Poppies daintily topping,
Daffadil adds to the same, and leaues late pluckt fro the sweete Dill:
Then mingling Casia, with diuers sauory sweete flowres,
With yealowish Marigold she the tender Crowto bedecketh.
Ile pluck hoare Quinces with soft downe daintily cloathed,
And Chessnutts which were lou'd of my sweete Amaryllis:
Add wil I wheate plumbs too, for this fruite will be regarded:
And you, Lawrell leaues, wil I pluck, and next to the Lawrell
Leaues, Ile pluck Myrtle; for soe plac't, yeeld yee the sweete sent.
And Chessnutts which were lou'd of my sweete Amaryllis:
Add wil I wheate plumbs too, for this fruite will be regarded:
And you, Lawrell leaues, wil I pluck, and next to the Lawrell
Leaues, Ile pluck Myrtle; for soe plac't, yeeld yee the sweete sent.
Th' art but a foole Corydon; for first, guifts moue not Alexis,
Then, though thou giue much, yet much more giue wil Iolas.
Then, though thou giue much, yet much more giue wil Iolas.
But what alas did I meane? I doe let goe madly the Southwinde
Into the flowrs, and boars send foreward into the cleare springs.
Into the flowrs, and boars send foreward into the cleare springs.
Whom sli'st thou, fond boy? Many Gods haue gladly resorted
And Paris of Troy towne, to the woods: let towres by Minerua
Built, by Minerua be kept, and woods of vs only regarded.
Grimme Lionesse runneth to the Woolf, and Woolf to the yong-Goate,
And wanton yong-Goate to the flowring Tetrifol hastneth,
And Coridon to Alexis; a self-ioy draweth on each man.
And Paris of Troy towne, to the woods: let towres by Minerua
Built, by Minerua be kept, and woods of vs only regarded.
And wanton yong-Goate to the flowring Tetrifol hastneth,
And Coridon to Alexis; a self-ioy draweth on each man.
But loe, Plow coms home hangd fast by the yoke to the bullocks,
And shadoe, by Phœbus declining, dooble apeareth,
Yet doe I burne with loue: for what meane can be to louing?
Ah Coridon, Coridon, what mad rage hath thee bewitched?
Thy vine's scarce half cut, pestred with leaues of her elmetree:
Leaue this churlish boy; and bend thyself to thy busnes;
With twiggs and bulrush some needful thing be a making:
Thou shalt finde others, though th' art disdaign'd of Alexis.
And shadoe, by Phœbus declining, dooble apeareth,
Yet doe I burne with loue: for what meane can be to louing?
Ah Coridon, Coridon, what mad rage hath thee bewitched?
Thy vine's scarce half cut, pestred with leaues of her elmetree:
Leaue this churlish boy; and bend thyself to thy busnes;
With twiggs and bulrush some needful thing be a making:
Thou shalt finde others, though th' art disdaign'd of Alexis.
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