The Works of William Fowler Secretary to Queen Anne, Wife of James VI. Edited with introduction, appendix, notes and glossary by Henry W. Meikle |
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339
II. PASTORELL.
Why should not pleasures plant in me
And hoyse aloft my harte,
Since that eche liuinge thinge I see
dothe playe the semblie parte?
And hoyse aloft my harte,
Since that eche liuinge thinge I see
dothe playe the semblie parte?
The vglye darke & werye night
Is fettered fast in chaine;
Nowe brings the blisfull Eous bright
The dawninge sweit againe.
Is fettered fast in chaine;
Nowe brings the blisfull Eous bright
The dawninge sweit againe.
The winter with his stormes is past;
The som̄er dothe repaire;
From mountes the snow distills as fast,
And lyvelye lookes the ayer.
The som̄er dothe repaire;
From mountes the snow distills as fast,
And lyvelye lookes the ayer.
The skyes with Phebus beames are clad
In clokes of golden hew;
The siluer fountains dull & sadd
Ther course againe renewe.
In clokes of golden hew;
The siluer fountains dull & sadd
Ther course againe renewe.
The trees with natures tapistryes
Are hunge in budes & leavs;
The spyder for to catche the flyes
hir webb & nettes now weaves.
Are hunge in budes & leavs;
The spyder for to catche the flyes
hir webb & nettes now weaves.
Dame Flora, sommers seemlye Quene,
hathe dect hir gardens fayre,
And medows maskt in mantles grene,
Wher beastes doe make repaire.
hathe dect hir gardens fayre,
And medows maskt in mantles grene,
Wher beastes doe make repaire.
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The harte, the hynde, the Bucke, the doe,
The swift recoursinge hayre,
The Bagers, and the foxes goe
As matched, payer by payre.
The swift recoursinge hayre,
The Bagers, and the foxes goe
As matched, payer by payre.
The little foules amongst the leaves,
In hales of hathorne tree,
Doe buyld ther bowers in shaded greaues—
A ioyfull sight to see.
In hales of hathorne tree,
Doe buyld ther bowers in shaded greaues—
A ioyfull sight to see.
Nowe flockes they breake, & couplinge springe
Eche little one by his make;
With sugred throates they sonettes singe,
Eche for his swetings sake—
Eche little one by his make;
With sugred throates they sonettes singe,
Eche for his swetings sake—
The Robin, Wraine, & whutinge quaill,
The len̄ett & the Larke,
The goldfinch & the nightingall
That sighs in shaddowes darke.
The len̄ett & the Larke,
The goldfinch & the nightingall
That sighs in shaddowes darke.
The siluer haruest people dive
In christall channells cleare,
And euerye wight ther sprittes revyue
As newe revyves the yeare.
In christall channells cleare,
And euerye wight ther sprittes revyue
As newe revyves the yeare.
Nowe Zephir sweit dispercheth from
The topps of buddinge trees,
And honye from eche pleasant blome
Nowe suckes the bussinge bees.
The topps of buddinge trees,
And honye from eche pleasant blome
Nowe suckes the bussinge bees.
“Saint Vallentyne! all haile to the!”
These louers loud they shout;
Nowe bagpypes blawes to warme on he
These younkers rownde about.
These louers loud they shout;
Nowe bagpypes blawes to warme on he
These younkers rownde about.
The wenches spoyle the motlaye grounde,
And primrose garlandes plett,
And hand in hand in ringes full rownde
About the grene they Iett.
And primrose garlandes plett,
And hand in hand in ringes full rownde
About the grene they Iett.
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And nowe I thincke I feile in me
A newe desyre to move,
And eche one saithe, for ought they see,
The cause thereof is loue.
A newe desyre to move,
And eche one saithe, for ought they see,
The cause thereof is loue.
Then if that love so shott his darte
That none his bowe maye flee,
I would to god I knewe that arte,
Or might the manner see.
That none his bowe maye flee,
I would to god I knewe that arte,
Or might the manner see.
Nowe that my love woulde me resaue,
That would I first assaye,
What other sportes these louers haue
Then woulde I learne the waye.
That would I first assaye,
What other sportes these louers haue
Then woulde I learne the waye.
For loue, they saye, is Lorde of Ioye,
Whence lyvelye bloode dothe springe;
He liues beneath a lawlesse boye,
Alofte a galliard kinge.
Whence lyvelye bloode dothe springe;
He liues beneath a lawlesse boye,
Alofte a galliard kinge.
My weides of woe, my mournfull mynde,
And cares I caste asyde;
To loue a seruant I me bynde;
So Venus be my guyde.
And cares I caste asyde;
To loue a seruant I me bynde;
So Venus be my guyde.
Finis.
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