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PRISCVS song.
VVhen Titan gan the Crancke for to ascend,
And touch'd the point ecliptike in the skie,
Each thing on earth did then him selfe desend:
Euen from his parching beames, that did welnye
Consume all things, (with violent force of heate,)
That walkt abroad in this terrestriall seate.
And touch'd the point ecliptike in the skie,
Each thing on earth did then him selfe desend:
Euen from his parching beames, that did welnye
Consume all things, (with violent force of heate,)
That walkt abroad in this terrestriall seate.
Princes did keepe within their princely bowres,
With bowes of greene their chambers hanged were.
Wherein they dallied with their paramours:
The windes lay silent in their concaue sphere
All sought that night (at pleasure) take their ease,
Of raging heate the furie to appease.
With bowes of greene their chambers hanged were.
Wherein they dallied with their paramours:
The windes lay silent in their concaue sphere
All sought that night (at pleasure) take their ease,
Of raging heate the furie to appease.
The sillie swaynes (wo 's me, the sillie swayues)
Vnder a Pine in silent shade did rest,
Ah rest, which restlesse still my poore heart paynes,
Where with euen now my carkasse is opprest:
Vnwitting then their secrets I ouer-hard,
To what I did not taking good regard.
Vnder a Pine in silent shade did rest,
Ah rest, which restlesse still my poore heart paynes,
Where with euen now my carkasse is opprest:
Vnwitting then their secrets I ouer-hard,
To what I did not taking good regard.
It was the great God Pans festiuall day,
When shepheards quaint do plod it with their kinde,
Of rusticke pipes they made a consort gay,
To honour Pan each sport they cald to minde:
Thus they did banket with their musicke rude,
When to the same my selfe I did intrude.
When shepheards quaint do plod it with their kinde,
Of rusticke pipes they made a consort gay,
To honour Pan each sport they cald to minde:
Thus they did banket with their musicke rude,
When to the same my selfe I did intrude.
Where when I did intrude, my heart I pawn'd,
For floating fame did fill mine eares with praise,
Of Venus peere, whose becke is a commaund,
And then desire that is a spurre alwayes
(So fortune would) did pricke my wounded minde,
(But in her sight) that no where ease I finde.
For floating fame did fill mine eares with praise,
Of Venus peere, whose becke is a commaund,
And then desire that is a spurre alwayes
(So fortune would) did pricke my wounded minde,
(But in her sight) that no where ease I finde.
A combat straight within my selfe arose,
Of that I should yeeld vnto Queene desire,
Knowing that fame is partiall as she goes,
So I might fall in seeking to aspire,
Then Ladie Loue said that I must obey,
Which sentence past, I durst not make delay,
Of that I should yeeld vnto Queene desire,
Knowing that fame is partiall as she goes,
So I might fall in seeking to aspire,
Then Ladie Loue said that I must obey,
Which sentence past, I durst not make delay,
Fortune thus fram'd the plot to mine annoy,
Fame blew the coales to kindle my desire,
Loue did command I should no rest enioy,
Till I were clens'd in Cupids purging fire,
Thus I doe range to seeke a remedie,
And though I liue, yet liuing daily dye.
Fame blew the coales to kindle my desire,
Loue did command I should no rest enioy,
Till I were clens'd in Cupids purging fire,
Thus I doe range to seeke a remedie,
And though I liue, yet liuing daily dye.
Seing Fame of beauties pride could me enforce,
What maruell is 't if beauty it selfe could moue?
But oh that beautie had not some remorce,
To yeeld me due, that feruently do loue,
Or at the least to pitie mine estate,
And not for loue to yeeld me deadly hate.
What maruell is 't if beauty it selfe could moue?
But oh that beautie had not some remorce,
To yeeld me due, that feruently do loue,
Or at the least to pitie mine estate,
And not for loue to yeeld me deadly hate.
The God is blinde that workes this mysterie,
And doeth not worke according to desart,
But yet I yeeld me to his Maiestie,
In hope at last he will regard my smart.
In the meanetime I banish quite despaire,
Expecting him my wracke for to repaire.
And doeth not worke according to desart,
But yet I yeeld me to his Maiestie,
In hope at last he will regard my smart.
In the meanetime I banish quite despaire,
Expecting him my wracke for to repaire.
Repaire if that he will, long may he raigne,
Triumphing wise to gouerne both Gods and men,
If otherwise I can not griefe refraine,
But must seeke out a darke and dolefull den,
In deserts wilde to end my dismall dayes,
And Hermyte-like on rootes to liue alwayes.
Triumphing wise to gouerne both Gods and men,
If otherwise I can not griefe refraine,
But must seeke out a darke and dolefull den,
In deserts wilde to end my dismall dayes,
And Hermyte-like on rootes to liue alwayes.
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