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	DOLARNYS PRIMEROSE.
	
	
	
	
	
	DOLARNYS PRIMEROSE.
	OR
	THE FIRST PART
	OF THE
	Passionate Hermit.
	John Reynolds
	LONDON:
	FROM THE Shakspeare Press	 BY
	W. BULMER AND CO. CLEVELAND-ROW	
	ST. JAMES'S.
	1816.
	
	
	
	
	
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	TO THE MEMBERS
	OF
	The Rorburghe Club	
	THIS REPRINT
	OF
	DOLARNYS PRIMEROSE	
	BY
	J. RAYNOLDS	
	IS DEDICATED AND PRESENTED
	BY THEIR OBEDIENT SERVANT	
	FRANCIS FREELING.
	June 17	 1816.
	
	
	
	
	
	EARL SPENCER	 PRESIDENT.
	THE DUKE OF DEVONSHIRE.
	THE MARQUIS OF BLANDFORD.
	EARL GOWER.
	VISCOUNT MORPETH.
	VISCOUNT ALTHORP.
	SIR MARK MASTERMAN SYKES	 BART.
	SIR EGERTON BRYDGES	 BART.
	WILLIAM BENTHAM	 ESQ.
	WILLIAM BOLLAND	 ESQ.
	JAMES BOSWELL	 ESQ.
	REV. ROBERT HOLWELL CARR.
	JOHN DENT	 ESQ.
	REV. THOMAS FROGNALL DIBDIN	 V.P.
	REV. JAMES WILLIAM DODD.
	REV. HENRY DRURY.
	FRANCIS FREELING	 ESQ.
	HENRY FREELING	 ESQ.
	JOSEPH HASLEWOOD	 ESQ.
	RICHARD HEBER	 ESQ.
	GEORGE HIBBERT	 ESQ.
	GEORGE ISTED	 ESQ.
	ROBERT LANG	 ESQ.
	JOSEPH LITTLEDALE	 ESQ.
	EDWARD LITTLEDALE	 ESQ.
	JAMES HEYWOOD MARKLAND	 ESQ.
	JOHN DELAFIELD PHELPS	 ESQ.
	THOMAS PONTON	 ESQ.
	PEREGRINE TOWNLEY	 ESQ.
	EDWARD VERNON UTTERSON	 ESQ.
	ROGER WILBRAHAM	 ESQ.
	
	
	
	
	
	DOLARNYS
	PRIMEROSE.
	Or
	The first part of the paſsionate Her-
	mit: wherein is expreffed the liuely pafsi-
	ons of Zeale and Loue	 with an alluding difcourfe
	to Valours ghoft. Both pleafant and profitable	
	if iudiciouſly read	and rightly
	vnderſtood.
	Non eft Beatus	effe qui fe nefcit.
	WRITTEN BY A PRACTITIONER
	in Poefie	and a ſtranger amongst Poets	which
	caufeth him dread this fentence:
	Nihil ad Parmenonis fuem.
	
	AT LONDON
	Printed by G.Eld	 and are to bee fold by Robert Boulton	
	at his fhop in Smithfield	neere long lane end.
	1606.
	
	
	
	
	
	To the right Honourable	 Efme Stew-
	art	 Lord of Aubignuy	 and one of the
	Gentlemen of his Maiefties bed-Chamber; ennobled
	with the rareft guifts that honour may afforde	
	or vertue challenge:
	John Raynolds	wifheth happy increaſe of all noble
	and renowmed refolutions.
	
	Vmmoning my fenfes together (Right bo-
	nourable) and weighing your Lordships
	worth	 and my imperfections: Difpaire
	had almoft checkt my too too prefumptuous
	forwardneffe	 onely for intending to pre-
	fent this fimple worke into the hands of fo
	noble a perfon: But Hope (chiefe miftreffe of Defire	 and eni-
	my to Feare) began to animate my trembling thoughts with
	thefe perfuafions.
	Virgil	 whofe curious inuentions haue made his name im-
	mortall	 (though not for imitation	 yet for pleasure) read En-
	nius rough Poefies: the Delphian Oracle gaue Socrates as good
	a fentence for his well meaning mite	 as to the proudest Athe-
	nians for their heapes of treafure. All that was pleaded before
	the Romane Senators	 was not vttered by Tully	 yet was it
	beard and allowed with plaufible cenfures. Xerxes accepted
	as well of the poore mans handfull of water	 as of the riche
	mans Goblet of gold.
	Thus bebolding right Honorable (as in a mirror )the eftates
	or proceedings of paled times	 and bauing in homely manner
	penned the fe few unpolished lines	 I prefumed to prefent them
	into your Lordships hands: which although they are not ftret-
	ched to the delicate treble keye of fuch refined Poems	 as
	A 2
	Maro
	
	
	The Epiſtle Dedicatory.
	Maro fung in the eares of Auguftus	 yet they may bee
	rightly called	 the fruits of as well intended thoughts. For
	Phidias labored as hard with his (felfe conceipted ſharp)
	penfil	 as Apelles	 with his approued fkil. Euery painter can-
	not counterfeite lawne	 with Parrhafius	 nor proportion the
	Ciclops	 with Tymanthes. Maiaes fonne refufed not to
	taft on Baucis	 faire Ioue was content with Philemons en-
	tertaynement. Although Fors Fortuna gaue Vliffes	 the fen-
	tence for bis curious fmotheneffe	 yet Aiax had an applawdit
	for his rough plainenes:& as no coun fel could reuoke. Fabius
	but Terentias fayrneffe	 nor no furgion cure Hipolite but
	Efculapius	 fo no funne can beautifie thefe deformed lines	
	but the glimfes of your Lordships fauour	 nor no falue be able
	to fet the fe mangled firayns a foote	 vnleffe it be miniftred by
	your noble protecting band. I feeke not Afcanius rich cloake
	for brauerie	 but couet with Damidas Parret	 to bee ſhel-
	tred from the vultures tirany.
	Then Right honourable	 if it wil please your Lordship to bar-
	bour this handfull of barfb founding fillables under the ſafe
	conduct of your bonours faire protection	 I shall not onely
	thinke them fufficiently guarded from enuious tongues: but
	alfo efteeme my felfe happie	 to haue them fhadowed under
	the winges of fo worthy a Mecanas. Thus hoping (though not
	for the worth of the prefent	 yet for the true heart of the gi-
	uer of)your honorsgentle patronage	&refting in that hope I
	wish your honour the happie enioying of your honourable
	wiſhes.
	Your Lordſhips in all duty to be commanded.
	I. R.
	
	
	To the Right Honourable Lord	
	Aubignuy	 health eternall.
	W Hat nere feene gemme	 fhall I deuife to fet	
	Vpon your helme	 your temples to ingert?
	What trophe rare	what wreath or Coronet	
	Can guerdonize	 your meriting deſert?
	O let me polliſh	fome nere written line	
	To fit your worth	 for worldlings to peruſe:
	And place it in	 that loftie creft of thine	
	Whofe filuer ſhowers	 nourisheth my mufe.
	Making them ſpring	as flow'rs from froſty earth	
	Which Aprill deaws	 the worlds broad eye to view:
	Which elfe had died	 and nere obtained birth	
	Had they not gain'd	incouragement of you.
	Baſe are the thoughts	 that longs to write and dare not	
	Then if you fmile	let others frowne	 (I care not.)
	Your Lordships euer
	humbly deuoted:
	A 3
	Iohn Raynolds.
	Το
	
	
	LOTE
	To the Gentle Readers'
	what foeuer.
	WHat fhould I fcrape	or beg	at pardons gate	
	With proftrate termes	 to helpe my ſtranger rimes:
	When as I know	that in this wauʼring ſtate	
	None well can pleaſe	theſe fickle enuious times.
	Therefore I craue	 no other boone but this	
	Vpon my lines	let euery fancie deeme:
	What pleaſe them beft: well	 meane	 or flatte amiffe	
	No whit the worſe	 I will of them eſteeme.
	For enuious curres	 will bawle at ſtrangers true	
	When neighbor theeues	 vnfeene may filch & fteale:
	But truftie maftifes	or by fent or view	
	The priuie drifts	 of both will foone reueale.
	Then if the learned	 feeke not to deſpite me	
	Let Enuie barke	I know he cannot bite me.
	Yours	 I. R.
	
	
	In laudem Authoris.
	THough carping fpight	 fhould fit in Momus chaire	
	And Zoylus fume	gnafhing his venime Iawes:
	Though Crittick Satires	raue and rend their haire	
	And Enuy threat mee	 with his fulfom pawes.
	Yet this my pen	for Raynolds fake ſhall write	
	Whofe nouell lines	vnfolds a fertill ſpring;
	Reueales at large	found loue in zelous plight	
	Inchac'd with wo	and warlike fonneting.
	Delightfull Poems	ioyn'd with pleaſant good	
	And harmeleffe pleaſure	 mixt with loftie ſtraines:
	Then foule Therfites	ceafe thy rayling moode	
	And giue at leaſt	good words for fo much paines.
	But if abroad	thy enuy needs muſt flie	
	Defpight not him	 who feekes to pleaſure thee.
	Abraham Sauere Gentleman.
	
	
	
	
	
	DOLARNYS
	Primerofe.
	WHen flowring May	had with her morning deawes	
	Watred the meadowes	 and the vallies greene	
	The tender Lambes	with nimble-footed Eawes	
	Came forth to meete	the wanton fommers Queene:
	The liuely Kidds	came with the little Fawnes	
	Tripping with ſpeed	ouer the pleaſant lawnes.
	To heare how that	dame Natures new-come broodes	
	Began to set	 their ſweet melodious notes	
	With fugred tunes	 amidſt the leauie woodes	
	Inchaunting muficke	through their pretty throats:
	By whoſe ſweet ſtraines	 right well it might appeare	
	The pride of Sommer	 to be drawing neere.
	Then bright Apollo	threw his radiant fmiles	
	Into the lappes	 of each delicious fpring.
	Where Philomele	 the weary time beguiles	
	In grouie shades	 fountaines inuironing:
	The late bare trees	 there fportiuely did growe	
	With leauie ſprigs on euery branch and bowe.
	Ingarments green	the medows fayre did ranck it	
	The vallies lowe of garments greene were glad	
	In garments greene	the paſtures proud did pranck it
	The daly grounds in garments greene were clad:
	Each hill and dale	each buſh and brier were ſeene	
	Then for to floriſh	in their garments greene.
	B
	Thus
	
	
	Dolarnys Primerofe.
	Thus as the medowes	forefts and the feelds	
	In fumptuous tires	 had deckt their daynty flades
	The florifhing trees	 wanton pleaſure yeelds	
	Keeping the funne	from out their fhadie fhades:
	On whofe greene leaues	 vpon each calmie day	
	The gentle wind	 with dallying breath did play.
	The Oake	 the Elme	 the Alder and the Aſhe	
	Were richly clad	 in garments gay and greene	
	The Afpen trees	that oft the waters waſh	
	In like arraiment	 then were neatly feene:
	The lou❜ly Lawrell	 precious	 rich and faire	
	With Odors fweet	 did fill the holeseme
	ayre.
	Their ſpreading armes	their branches and their boughes
	Were made a bower	 for the pritty birds	
	Where Philomele	 did come to pay her vowes	
	With fugred tunes	in fteed of wofull words:
	Their lofty tops	 of towring branches fayre	
	Dampt with the muficke	 of delicious ayre.
	Whofe hawty pride	 regarded mirth nor moanes	
	But with ambition	 view'd the fommer flowers	
	Their labells hang'd	 with quiuering dew-pearld ſtones	
	Did reprefent	 fpangles on am'rous bowers:
	There grouy fhade	 fuch pleaſing ayre did lend	
	As doth on groues	 and grouy fhades attend.
	Vnweldy trees	gorgeous to behold	
	Stood hand in hand	 with branches all combining	
	Their Gentle armes	 each other did infold	
	With Iuye fprigges	vpon their bodies climbing:
	The more to breake	 the hot reflexing rayes	
	Of bright Apollo	in the fommer dayes.
	Drawne
	
	
	Dolarnys Primerofe.
	Drawne by the pleaſure	of delightfull ayre	
	Thofe checkred borders	 oft I did frequent	
	And vnderneath	 thoſe ſhadowes freſh and faire	
	The weary time	 oft wearily I fpent:
	Where at the length	 it was my chance to meete	
	An aged man	 whom I did kindly greet.
	He myrror like	for nurture	 difcipline	
	Repay'd my words	 with curteous kind regreeting	
	Then drew we neere	a fayre-ſpread-fhady pine	
	Vnder whoſe boughes	 we folemniz'd our meeting:
	Whereas long time	 the time did not purſue	
	But that familiar	in difcourfe we grew.
	His aged wit	fo pregnant made mee muſe	
	With courtly tearmes	and eloquence all flowing	
	And fuch they were	 that cauf'd me t'accuſe	
	Mine owne fo dull	 that ſpent my time nought knowing:
	His tongue-ſweet notes	ti'd mine eares in chaines	
	So that my fenfes	 were rauiſht with his ſtraynes.
	The ſweeteſt muficke	tuch'd with curious hand	
	Whoſe tones harmonious	 bath's a lift'ning eare	
	Forcing fierce Tygers	 all amazed ſtand	
	Vnto his voyce compard	 did harſhly iarre;
	Which cauſed me	with earneſt fute to craue	
	Some ſtory from	 his pleafing felfe to haue.
	Who neither graunted	 nor denied the motion	
	With pleaſant fadneffe	 ftood as in a muſe;
	Whilft I infnard	 with his ſo ſweet deuotion	
	Fixed mine eyes	 his muteneffe to peruſe:
	But then his tongue	 broke off his contemplation	
	And thus began	 diſcourſe with inuocation.
	B 2
	O
	
	
	Dolarny's Primeroſe.
	O thou great guider	 of the guideleffe nine	
	With facred deaw	my witleffe wit inſpire	
	Water my fenfes	 with thy Nectar fine	
	Rauifh my breaſt	 with thy all hallowed fire:
	Sothat my tongue	 ftray not in fond delight	
	But in his courſe	 wonder thy mighty might.
	When liuely bloud	did run within my veines	
	I tookę delight to trauell here and there	
	So much as then	 my parents gaue my reins	
	Vnto my felfe	to fee how I could beare:
	The fickle flights	of Fortunes turning wheele	
	Which like Silenus	 drunkenly doth reele.
	The ſpring drew on	and youth did fill my pores	
	Earneft defire	bred a ſtraying motion	
	Within my breaft	to fee the Cambrian fhoares	
	That boundes vpon	the all vntamed Ocean:
	Where huge steep rockes	 fhadeth each couert plaine	
	Beaten with waues	from the Hiberian mayne	
	And in a morne	 when Phoebus faire did rife	
	Out off his bed	 the mountaines to diſcouer	
	Climbing the lofty	greffes of the fkies	
	With longing ſteppes	to ouertake his louer:
	My greedy eyes	 defir'd to feed their fight	
	Vpon the ſweet'ft	of Cambriaes delight.
	Then did I walke	 toward thoſe riſing hills	
	Where carefull paftors	of their Kids were keeping	
	Whil'ft lazie ſwaynes	their fore-duld ſenſes kills	
	By entertayning	 too much time with ſleeping:
	There did Paftoraes	 with their roundelayes	
	Paffe with delight	the fommer of their dayes.
	There
	
	
	Dolarnys Primerofe.
	There might I fee	 the lofty Cedar trees	
	Frō branch to bough	 where pritty birds were skipping	
	Their honey leaues	 did feede the buſie Bees	
	Vnder whofe fhade	 the milke white Does were tripping:
	Their ſpreading armes	woare Iuie all combining	
	Where might be seene	 the nimble Squirrell climbing.
	There did I fee	the valleyes where the flockes	
	Of fearfull Ewes	 and tender Lambes were feeding	
	The little fprings	 that do runne by the rockes	
	The leauy fhrubs	 where pritty birds were breeding:
	There Philomele	with fweet recording fills	
	The plaines with muficke	ecchoing from the hilles	
	I walkt along	that faire adorned field	
	Till that I came	 to a delicious ſpring	
	Whoſe ſmiling current	did fuch pleasure yeeld	
	As ſweet content	vnto content could bring:
	There did I reſt	 and ſtay my felfe a while	
	Some tedious howers	 thinking to beguile.
	For why that fount	as pleaſantly was plaſt	
	As if delight	 ſhould lodge betweene two paps	
	Freed with content	 from Boreas northern blaſt	
	Or as a Carpet	twixt two Ladyes laps:
	Inuiron'd round	 with their difplaying tresses	
	Whofe amber ſhade	 that golden Carpet bleffes.
	Faire quiu'ring mirtle	 did ingirt the ſpring	
	With Ïefamins ſweet	and flowring Eglantine	
	Vnder whoſe ſhade	 the pritty birds did fing	
	Melodious ftraines	celeſtiall and diuine:
	With Delphian tunes	 fuch as the mufes plays	
	Filling the thickets	 with their ſweet delayes.
	B 3
	The
	
	
	Dolarnys Primeroſe.
	The rouling pibbles	and the flinty ſtones	
	Were foftly by	 a fhallow current turned	
	The murmering water	 play'd with filuer ton's	
	Loth to depart	and ſtaying	running mourned:
	Whofe trickling-chriftall	muficke-sounding voice	
	Into mine eares	 did yeeld a pleaſing noyſe.
	Such were the mirth	and pleaſant harmony	
	The Organ ayre	did gently feeme to make	
	With dulcean ſtraynes	of heauenly melody	
	As once Mercurie whiſpred by the Lake:
	Whoſe trembling breath	new defcants did deuise	
	Till Iunoes Argus	clof'd his hundred eyes.
	The pritty birds	did beare a ſweete record	
	The bubling ſtreames	the vnder-fong did keepe	
	The dallying wind	fuch muſicke did afford	
	That almoſt rockt	 my ſenſes faſt a ſleepe:
	And well neare cauf'd me	for to take a nappe	
	As I lay mufing	 in yong Tellus lappe.
	But then I heard	 a fad lamenting voyce	
	The which did cut	a paffage through the ayre	
	And fild the woodes	 with such a dolefull noiſe	
	That all the groues	feem'd cloyed vp with care:
	Which forc'd me	 from that place for to arife	
	And clof'd againe	my well neere flumbring eyes.
	Then drew I neere	a little rifing rocke	
	Whereas the waues	 did daſh their high curld browes	
	The birds and beafts	togither they did flocke	
	Cooling themfelues	vnder thofe fhady boughes:
	Which dangling hung	 like to a golden fleece	
	Over the head	 of fayre Amphrifus neece.
	And
	
	
	Dolarnys Primerofe.
	And vnderneath	a pleaſant Hawthorne tree	
	The which did grow	 neere to that rockie hill	
	There did I ftand	to liſten and to fee	
	The dolefull noyfe	the which the ayre did fill:
	Iftayd not long	 but well I might deſcrie	
	VVhence did proceed	 that wofull harmonye.
	For neare that place	a ftately pine did grow	
	Angerly fhaking	 of his leauy crowne	
	At whoſe ſterne feet	 the humble fhrubs did bow	
	Fearing the terrour	of his rugged frowne:
	Vnder whofe armes	 a wofull man did dwell	
	The which did hold	that bower for his cell.
	Where he did often	with lamenting cries	
	Bewray the cauſe	of all his woefull cares	
	The which did feeme	to pierce the vaulty ſkies	
	And to diffolue	hard flints to briniſh teares:
	To fill the woods	 with noyfe as loud as thunder	
	To ſplitt hard rockes	and rend great trees afunder.
	Whom when I did	 with full aſpect behold	
	I muſing ſtood	 his grieuous grones to heare	
	His prayers were plaints	 his fobs his folace told	
	His myrth was moane	his cries were full of care:
	With broken fighes	a thouſand times and more	
	Thus he began	 his forrowes to deplore.
	Why did I breath? why did I take theayre?
	Why did I fuck? why was I fed with milke?
	Why was I young? why was I counted faire?
	Why was I nurft? why was I clad in filke:
	Why did I liue? why dyed I not being yong?
	Why was I lul'd? why was I fweetly fung.
	What
	
	
	Dolarnys Primeroſe.
	What cruell planet	 gouernd at my birth?
	VVhat diſmall ſtarre	 that day or night did fhine?
	VVhat loathſome vapour	 ouerfpread the earth	
	Vpon that fad	 natiuity of mine?
	Or did the hagges	 with all their helliſh power	
	Inchant	 bewitch	 or curfe that fatall houre?
	O had the Midwife	 when ſhe firſt receiu'd me	
	With nimble hand	 my vitall powers ſtopt	
	Or had my nurſe	 of liuing breath bereau'd me	
	Theſe fields of forrow	 I had neuer cropt:
	But both I fummon	 with impartiall eye	
	As Actors in	 my wofull Tragedy.
	Yet did I liue	full twenty fommers long	
	In fprings of ioy	one running ouer other	
	How then poore foules	 could they enact my wrongs?
	No 'twas not they	it was my fofter mother:
	Fortune'twas thee	that blyffefful men doft fpight	
	Thou onely ftolft from me	my hearts delight.
	Thou tot'ring elfe	 with euer turning wheele	
	That firft did fet	 mee foft vpon thy knee	
	And gau'ft me all	thy bleffings for to feele	
	What cauf'd thee thus	 vnkind to loure on me?
	No 'twas not Fortune	 ſhe was alwaies kinde
	Filling my faile	ftill with a profperous winde.
	Could any wretch	be then f'infortunate	
	As 1 poore foule	 whom Fortune feem'd to guide	
	No	fortune no	it was thy cruell hate	
	The which for me	thefe forrowes didft prouide:
	Thou art the wretch	thou art the beldame vile	
	Thou didft my heauen	 my heart	and hope exile.
	For
	
	
	Dolarnys Primerofe.
	For when my yeares	 had furniſht forth my youth	
	And twenty times	 the funne had chang'd his light	
	Thou moft perfidious	 wauʼring ſtill in trueth	
	My filly foule didft croffe	 with cruel ſpight:
	And onely thou	by falfhood didft deceiue mee	
	Of ioy and bliffe	thou didst at once bereaue mee.
	Thy circled wheele	thou didst to mee forth bring	
	More richly deckt	then ere it was before	
	Thou fetft me gently	on that fickle ring	
	And gau'ft me pleaſure	in aboundant ſtore:
	VVith many fauours	 ftill thou didst belay mee	
	But with thy falfhood	 ſtill thou didst betray mee.
	Thou drew'ft mee on	with loues intiſing bayte	
	To walke the pathes	 where thou a net hadft laid	
	VVith thouſand fnares	thou didst vpon mee waite	
	Vntill I was	 of all my ioyes betrayd:
	To defperate dangers	 thou didft eafly wile mee	
	VVhilft from my life	and loue thou didst exile mee	
	Then did this heauy	hermit ſeeming man	
	Stand mutely ftill	but ſtill he feem'd to moane	
	His aged vifage	 lookt both pale and wan	
	His fadneffe he	redoubled with a groane:
	He feem'd a while	 vnto himselfe to mutter	
	But yet no word	at al	I heard him vtter.
	Vntill at length	him did I plainely ſee	
	A ſtately picture	in his hand to take	
	The which I geft	 a holy faint to be	
	For that fo much	of it he feem'd to make:
	He kift it oft	and hugd it as he lay	
	And thus at length	to it began to ſay.
	Faire
	
	
	Dolarnys Primerofe.
	Fayre but vnkind	no kind: fie too too cruel	
	Thirtie long years	 with mee I haue thee borne	
	Thrife ten yeares told	loues fire hath bene my fuel	
	So long my heart	thy fayre imprint hath worne:
	If Neftors yeares	 thrife three times told I liue	
	My loue alone	 to thee I freelie giue.
	Tell mee my loue	 tell mee	 why did'ft thou leaue mee?
	Why to thy Loue	 didft thou proue fo vnkind?
	Pardon my deare	 was death that did deceaue mee	
	Yet art thou toomb'd	 for euer in my mind:
	Then did he weepe	bewayling of his harmes	
	And with theſe words	he luld it in his armes.
	O had theſe armes	 thy liuing corps imbrac❜d	
	But halfe fo oft	as now they have doone thee	
	Tr.efe paths of forrow	 I had neuer trac'd	
	Nor died in thrall	 but liu'd and died free:
	But fith thou liuing	 wert not in my power	
	Ile hugge thy fhadowe	till my lateſt houre.
	With which fad words	his grou❜ling corps did fall	
	With gaftly colour	fighs abound-Lamenting	
	Which forc'd mee rew	his fad and wofull thrall	
	with rufull pittie	 and with teares relenting:
	I mou'd to ayde him	 yet as loth to feare him	
	I pauf'd a while	 before that I came neare him	
	For that he then	 began to moue his eyes	
	His earth-like hands	 his heauie troncke did rayſe	
	His fighs did vault	into the dimmed ſkyes	
	His tongue forgat	 not how his loue to prayſe:
	But fearing leaſt	his fecrets ſhould be ſpied	
	From out his bower	 fullfecretly he pried.
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	Then with deepe fighs	 he did agayne repeate	
	The rare perfections	 of his long dead loue	
	Her comly graces	 and her gesture neat	
	The which did feeme the fenfleffe ftones to moue:
	Which loue-fick plaints	 my tongu's too weake to tel	
	His penfiue paffions	 did fo much excell	.
	Nor could a volume	copie his loues defcriptions	
	That were dislodged	 from his wo-fwolne heart	
	For he recited	 with true loues affections	
	A thouſand times	each limme and lineall parte:
	All which by him	fo oft pronounced were	
	That almoft dul'd	my fhallowe ſenſe to heare.
	Yet did his fweet	 ſophiſtick ſorrows tie	
	My Leaden pow'rs	in chaynes of lift'ning ſteele	
	With greedy ears	to fucke atentiuely	
	His fugred fobs	 the which I feem'd to feele:
	For each fad ftraine	 that from his lipps did paffe	
	Bewrayd the birth-right	of his gentle race.
	Then did he take	a faire delicious lute	
	Whoſe well tun'd ſtring	she touch'dwith curious ſkill	
	Forcing his fingars	 with a ſwift purfute	
	To ſtrike the frets	 of muficks ground at will:
	His nimble hand	guided by fupple veynes	
	With heauenly pawfons	clof'd his dolefull ſtreynes.
	Not great Apolloes viol-founding laies	
	That forc'd huge Tmolus	daunce with bufkey haire	
	When filly Midas	 rob'd him of his prayſe	
	Might with the defcants	of his Lute compare:
	And with a tune	 would moue a ſtone to pittie	
	He fadly figh'd	 and fong this mournfull dittie.
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	The Hermites fong.
	Y
	E billes and dales	
	Te rockes and vales	
	Beare witneſſe of my moane:
	Ye water nimphes	
	Andpritty Imphes	
	Come figh with mee and groane.
	Come ye Satyres	and ye Fawnes	
	Come ye from the pleaſant Lawnes:
	From the groues	and fhady trees	
	On whofe Green leaues	the humming bees	
	Their thyes do fill	
	At their owne will	
	And whereon ftill	
	With flittring wings	poore Progne flees.
	Ye Fairy elues	
	Come ye your felues	
	Fom out each bollow caue:
	And Coridon	
	Come thou alone	
	Thy prefence I do craue:
	For thy pipe comfortingly	
	Equalleth my harmony.
	Mournfull Amyntas	now and thee
	Are beft to beare me company:
	For with confort	
	We may report	
	Our Loues extort	
	With wofull ftraines of melody.
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	Ye Siluans all	
	Both great and ſmall	
	Come Listen to my greefe:
	Te kids and Lambs	
	Come with your dams	
	And bring me fome releefe:
	Thou maide of Comes	come to me	
	VVith aide in this my miſerie	
	And lead me once Æneas-like	
	Vnto that vgly Stigian dike.
	That I may mixe	
	And yet perfixe	
	Mine eye on Stix	
	Where Cerberus liueth	 that fowle tyke	
	If that wearie	
	Charons ferrie	
	VVill no ways take mee in:
	Vndoubting harmes	
	VVith theſe mine armes	
	Ile venture for to fwymme:
	For fometimes his coaleblacke boate	
	Rides not in that road afloate	
	If fo	 I will in no wife ftay	
	Although vnto mine owne decay
	In unfearing poar's	
	VVith arming oars	
	From off the fboars	
	Ile quicklye poft from thence away.
	For if that I	
	Should chance to die	
	And in that Lake to wander:
	Yet fhould I gayne	
	On Lofty straine	
	Aboue
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	Aboue-loue drown'd Leander.
	But if that well I should paffe	
	Vgly Charons muddie place	
	And happily to land me there	
	VVithin that faire celestiall Sphere	
	Then with small payne	
	Ifhould attaine	
	Elizian plaine:
	VVhere my loue fits crown'd in a chayre	
	FINIS.
	When he had finiſh't	vp his mournful fong	
	He lai'd his lute	downe by his weary fide	
	Himſelfe he ſtretcht	upon the graffe along	
	And with fad waylings	thus agayne he cry'd:
	How much avayles	 it that my trauels farr	
	Hath not worne out	the print of Cupides skarr?
	What Chriſtian land	 is it that hath not borne mee?
	What Iland was	not fubject to my fight?
	How many woods	and deferts ftill do fcorne mee?
	But nothing yeelds	to mee my harts delight:
	From place to place	Defire my corpsdoth carry	
	Which fame defire	 there will not let me tary.
	Then did he figh	 then wept	then figh'd amayne	
	Then wrung his hands	then cried	then croft his armes	
	Then tore his haire	 then groan'd	then wept againe	
	Then with fad teares	he thus bewayld his harmes:
	Padua farwell	my loue in thee doth lie	
	Within thy wals	 I lost my libertie.
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	native home	
	And Albion now	to thee my
	Where firſt I did	 receaue my vitall breath	
	After all paines	 paine to thee I come	
	Within thy bounds	to giue myfelfe to death:
	For fith my loue	my loue hath me forfaken	
	My laft farewell	 of Padua I haue taken.
	But when alaffe	 when fhall my forrows end?
	When fhall I ceafe	of Padua for to cry?
	When fhall I fee	fterne Atropos vnbend	
	My wofull threed	of fad calamitie?
	When fhall I leaue	in zealous cloake to ftand	
	With loue-ficke cryes	 to curfe both fea and land?
	O let mee neuer	ceaſe with hideous cryes	
	With dolefull tunes	and horred exclamations	
	To fend my❜fighes	into the lofty ſkies	
	And pearce the Chaos	 with my inuocations	
	Vntil theſe eies	that fed their rauin'd ſight:
	Vpon Ægeffa	 be depriu'd of light.
	Thou fullen earth	with Anger fownding wo	
	Ye bleating fawnes	fhaded with fheltring twigs	
	Ye murm'ring waters	 that with teares oreflowe	
	Ye chirping birds	 that chant the dauncing ſprigs:
	Come all at once	 your faddeft defcants bring	
	My fayreÆgeflaes	 epitaphs to fing.
	Dead is my loue	dead are my hopes and Ioyes	
	accurfed Fates	that of my loue bereft mee	
	Curſt be al hopes	 let hopes be hapleſſe toyes	
	For loue	and loy	hope	hap	and all hath left mee:
	And I remaine	vnceffantlie to cry	
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	O Let mee curfe	that day	 the time and hower	
	When firſt I left	faire Padua and my loue	
	O let mee curfe	all gold and golden power	
	By whofe fowle force	theſe vggly ſtorms I proue:
	O let mee curſe	that time that I did gayne	
	The name of Knight	to liue in hermites
	payne.
	But O my Loue	 my Loue	and only Ioy	
	My fayre Egea	Ægeffa Ile come to thee	
	More fayre then Helen	 facke of ftatelie Troye	
	Once more Ile come	to fewe to court to woo thee:
	Now I will come	 to thine immortall fhrine	
	Where thou doft liue	triumphant and diuine.
	Then why do I	thus linger here and there	
	And feeke not out	the way t' Auernus caue?
	Wretch that I am	 how can I thus forbeare	
	Pining for want	of that which I would haue?
	I Glaucus-like	do trauell day and night	
	While fhee by Circe	is tranfformed quite.
	Wherefore Ile go	like to that Thracian bold	
	With this my lute	my iourney will I take	
	Whoſe fretts and ftrings	 Ile frame of glitring gold	
	Then Orphe-like	 Ile croffe that muddie lake:
	And thou fayre Pallas	and ye muſes nine	
	My hand and tongue	 guide with your pow'rs diuine.
	Venus I craue	 a helping hand of thee	
	Safe to conduct mee	 through the Lethean fenns	
	And thy ripe wit	lend me ſweet Mercury	
	That I with eaſe	may paffe that mierie Themmes:
	So that blacke Charon	 with his fwartie oares	
	May fet mee fafe	on Demogorgons fhoar's
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	Where Orphe-like	 to Tenarus Ile go	
	Which vgly gate	 doth open towards the North	
	There Cerberus fowle	doth make his triple fhowe	
	There takes he in	 but none he will put forth:
	Ye fates vnreele	my lou's fad deſtinie	
	Or I will feeke	her with Perfephone	
	With that he clof'd	his hollowe wo-fwolne eyes	
	And ſtretcht his lims	 along the fenfeleffe ground	
	His gaftly viſage	 pierft the vaultie ſkyes	
	Sometimes his eyballs	feem'd for to turne round:
	With tortur'd groan's	 then would he fadly gafpe	
	With emptie palms	then did he weaklie grafpe.
	Then did he lie	 with quiu'ring legs and arms	
	Then groueling craules	 then feeblie fall againe	
	Then as one ſtrucke	 with magick ſpelles and charmes	
	There would he feeme	 quite breathleffe to remaine:
	Thus did he lie	 thus did he ſometimes welter	
	But then ſtone ftill	 the fhadows did him fhelter.
	At which profpect	 I could no longer ſtand	
	But foone did runne	to helpe him in that cafe	
	And water cold	I brought within my hand	
	Wherewith I rubd	 his pale and gaſtly face:
	I raiſed him vp	then fet him downe againe	
	Then puld him here	 then thruſt him thence amay ne.
	At length a figh	mixt with a greeuous groane	
	He fent to tell	fome life in him was left	
	The which did moue	 my very heart to moane	
	For that fo much	 of fenfe he was bereft:
	Yet laboring ftill	I mou'd him here and there	
	Untill at length	he aſked who it were.
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	That fo did wake him	 from his quiet fleepe	
	Which was fo much	vnto his hearts content	
	With that he wept	but feeming not to weepe	
	For feare that I	 fhou'd reliſh what it ment:
	He wip'd his eyes	that were ore-flow'd with teares	
	And feem'd to baniſh	all his former cares.
	Then vnto mee theſe ſpeeches he adreſt	
	How could you finde	my fillie Hermits bower?
	You did not well	 to wake mee from my reft	
	For in two dayes	 I fcarfe doo fleepe one houre:
	But that I am	 a Hermit as you fee	
	With good cauſe I	 might with you angrie be.
	Alas (quoth I) good gentle father heare mee	
	And let not anger	 harbour in your breſt	
	Although you chide not	 well your looks may feare mee	
	For ages frownes	may breed a youthes vnreſt:
	Then if you pleaſe	 to heare what 1 fhall fay	
	I will reueale	 how I did chance this way.
	And feeing you lai'd; as I you lying found	
	Seeming quite breathleffe	 in my iudgments eye	
	With armes and legges	ftretcht forth vpon the ground	
	Pitty did force	my harmleffe hand to trie:
	As halfe amaz'd	the vn-approued doubt	
	If Natures taper	 were quite wafted out.
	For furely fir	ifaccident fhould call mee	
	Vnto a chance	fuch as this chance hath beene	
	I tell you plaine	 what hap fo ere befall mee	
	The like effect	in mee fhould fure be ſeene:
	For why I durft	haue paund my neighbours head	
	Your body had	from out this world beene dead.
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	Theſe words I vttred	 fomthing fmilingly	
	With hum'rous gefture	and a pleafing vaine	
	Becauſe I would not	haue him willingly	
	Thinke that I knew	 aught of his wo and paine:
	And truth to tell	 I could no better make them	
	Becauſe that he	could no wayes better take them.
	Forthen he calmelie	 did defire of mee	
	To fhew what paftimes	 I did moſt imbrace	
	What country man	and what my name might be	
	And eke what chance	 had brought mee to that place:
	This did he aske	 with words fo faire and coole	
	As he his time	had ſpent in Nurtures fchoole.
	I not denying	 of his kinde requeſt	
	With fad difcourfe	 my name and country told	
	And fome light toye	that harbored in my breſt	
	I did not let	to him for to vnfold:
	But for the chance	that brought mee to that place	
	Thus did I glofe it	 with a brafen face.
	Auroraes fpring	that ripes the golden mornes	
	No fooner pried	 ore the mountaines tops	
	But that the Huntſmen	 winded out their hornes	
	Calling the Dogs	 into a grouie cops:
	I follow'd on	at length there did appeare	
	Rowf'd from the wood	a luftie fallow Deare.
	The hounds purfu'd	the huntſmens ecchoing noiſe	
	Did feeme throughout	the fhadie groues to ring	
	Vnskild of horne	fcarfe with a huntſmans voice	
	I follow'd ftill	to fee that nouell thing:
	'Twere foll'in me	 Therfites like to vaunt it	
	But the huntſmen	and the hounds did chaunt it.
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	The greeued hart	 with teares bewayles his caſe	
	The egar dogs	did lightly paffe the grounds	
	A Paduan brach	 was foremoſt in the chaſe	
	For fhe did leade	the other crie of hounds:
	Which cauf'd the hart	to fcud with nimble heels	
	Ore hills and dales	ore craggie bracks and fields.
	Then did he fall	 into a heard of deere	
	Then to the foile	 then to the heard againe	
	Then in the woodes	 he faintlye did appeere	
	Then ore the mountaines	thence into a plaine:
	And all this while	 the houndes had not a checke	
	But ſtill did feeme	 to take him by the necke.
	And formoft ftill	 that faire Italian hounde	
	The which was thought	 to be of Spartan kinde	
	Of all the reft	fhe feem'd to gather ground	
	For fhe did run	as fwift as any winde:
	Which cauf'd the deere	in's necke to laie his hornes	
	And fo to poft	through brambles	 briers and thornes.
	The huntſmen glad	 to ſee their ſport ſo good	
	Did winde their hornes	to courage vp their houndes	
	The fillie deere	 did haften to the wood	
	The dogs full crye	 did keepe a narrowe boundes:
	So that fometimes	 they ſeem'd his hanche to nipp	
	Which cauf'd him feeblie	 from there gripes to flippe.
	Ore buſhe and brier	 the dogs did ſeeme to make him	
	Bounce	leape	 and ſkippe	when he could ſcarcely go.
	I follow ftill	 but could not ouertake him	
	Yet did I croffe	 and meete him to and fro:
	Then in the groues	 the houndes did ring apace	
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	Then here	 then there	the ecchoing wood refounded	
	Of thoſe ſhrill notes	difplay'd with hornes and hounds	
	The noyfe whereof	 into the ſkies rebounded	
	Throughout the hills	and all the daly grounds:
	Which paſtime rare	my tongue denyes to tell	
	The hunting muficke	 did fo much excell.
	Then for to meete	 the game a neerer way	
	I walkt along	a dale hard by a fountaine	
	Whereas a while	to drinke I there did ſtay	
	Then did I climbe	the top of yonder mountaine:
	Where I might view	 at large the vally grounds	
	But could not heare	 the huntſmen nor the hounds.
	Then looking tow'rd	this little fhady plaine	
	Like a yong
	yong huntſman	 I began to call	
	Whereas me thought	 one anſwered me againe	
	That feem'd my voyce	in his for to inſtall:
	I fomething angry	 came along the ground	
	But then I knew	it was an ecchoes found	
	Thus hauing loft	the fport I came to fee	
	And knowing not where	 to feeke the fame againe	
	My minde did with	my weary legs agree	
	Homeward to go	thorough this couert plaine:
	Thus leauing off	 the lufty red Deeres chaſe	
	It was my chance	to finde you in this place.
	Then howfoere	 I pray you pardon mee	
	Were you aſleepe	 or were you in a fownd	
	Or in a traunce	as fo you well might be	
	But furely dead	 you feem'd when I you found;
	Chance is but chance	then for this chace excufe me	
	Sith in my thoughts	 I did no whit abuſe ye.
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	Thus haue I told you	 all you did demand	
	And more will tell you	if you do requeſt it	
	Ther's nothing lieth	within my powerleffe hand	
	But age fhall haue it	els I will deteft it:
	Then aſke and haue	 ther's nought conſiſts in mee	
	But you free owner	 of the fame fhalbe.
	Then did he feeme	 to cloake both wrath and loue	
	The heate of one	 did quench the others fire	
	Where two extremes	in one doth feeme to moue	
	It qualifieth	the hotneffe of defire:
	For neither mou'd	with loue nor fretfull ſpleene	
	Clad in theſe words	his ſpeech was neatly feene.
	Your curtefies	excel farre my desert	
	My merits no way	 can them counteruayle	
	But if my loue	or aught within my heart	
	Can equall them	 I will in no wayes fayle:
	But what you haue	in kindeneffe fhew'd to mee	
	By mee ſhall no wayes	vnrequited bee.
	For looke what nurture	 doth by nature owe	
	Vnto a ſtranger	 you haue fhewed to mee	
	Then if that I	a ftranger fhould not ſhowe	
	Such curteous deeds	 as might with yours agree:
	Well might I gaine	my felfe a ſcandall crime	
	And fhew miff-ſpent	 the trauells of my time.
	But fith that now	 the funne hath well neare paſt	
	His half daies courſe	 climbing the lofty ſphere	
	And that long trauell	in your lims hath plaſt	
	Hungar and thirft	 with hunting of the Deere:
	Let me intreate you	 with these cates of mine	
	In this my bower	 this once with mee to dine.
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	I gaue him thankes	 and feem'd right well content	
	At which my words	 the Hermit turn'd him round	
	Vnto his fcrip	he then directly went	
	Taking a cloth	and ſpread it on the ground:
	And as his cloth	and cates he neatly layed	
	With fmyling tearmes	 theſe words to mee he fayd.
	Sir thinke not now	your felfe in towne or court	
	For to bee pamperd	 with delicious fare	
	For here remaynes	no pompe nor ſtately port	
	But thinke you here	 inuiorn'd round with care:
	Here vſe we not	our bellies for to fill	
	But feed at neede	 fterne hungar for to kill.
	With that hee went	to fetch fome water in	
	While I ſtood mufing	for to fee his fare	
	For he had fet	a ſkull for to begin	
	Which would haue moou'd	a prodigall to care:
	And right againſt it	ftood an houre glaſſe	
	Where one might fee	how ſwiftly time did paffe.
	Then did he fet	an earthern pot of flowers	
	Whofe colour cleare	 was withered quite away	
	Then did he fet	two other	 whoſe faire powers	
	Seem'd to contayne	the pleaſures of the day:
	And then a booke	and then a little bell	
	But what that ment	my fenfes could not tell.
	No bit of meate	vpon the table ſtood	
	But fome fewe rootes	the which alone did lie	
	Alas thought	 I	this is but fimple food	
	Yet for this once	 I will not him deny:
	But I will fit	and thinke I haue good meate	
	That I may fee	how he theſe cates wil eate.
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	Then with his pitcher	 he came in againe	
	Fill'd with fayre water	 from a fountain cleare	
	And purer farre	then filuer drops of raine	
	That falleth in	 the Aprill of the yeare:
	Then with theſe words	 he tooke mee by the hand	
	You fee your fare	 then doo not muſing ſtand.
	But fit you downe	 vpon theſe flowers by mee	
	Although courſe fare	 to dinner you ſhall haue	
	Yet fit I pray	and beare mee companye	
	For nere good fare	 was in a Heremits caue:
	Yet if that want	thereof your fenfe doth dull	
	Our table talke	ſhall ſurely fill you full.
	Then fat I downe	 vpon the carpet graffe	
	Where after thankes	to God for that our meate	
	He did begin	 the dinner time to paffe	
	With fad diſcourſe	 but not a bit did eate:
	For in his hand	 he tooke the dead mans ſcul	
	The which did feeme	to fill his ftomacke full.
	He held it ſtill	in his finiſter hand	
	And turn'd it foft	and ftroakt it with the other	
	He fmil'd on it	and oft demurely faund	
	As it had beene	 the head of his owne brother:
	Oft would h'haue ſpoke	 but ſomething bred delay	
	At length halfe weeping	theſe words did he fay.
	This barren fçull	that here you do behold	
	Why might it not	haue beene an Emperours head?
	Whoſe ſtore-houſe rich	 was heap'd with maffy gold	
	If it were fo	all that to him is dead:
	His Empire crowne	his dignities and all	
	When death tooke him	 all them from him did fall.
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	Why might not this	an Empreffe head haue beene	
	Although nowe bare	 with earth and crooked age?
	Perhaps it was	 the head of fome great Queene	
	Vertuous in youth	 though now fpoil'd with earths rage:
	Well if it were	fo rich a treaſure once	
	Now tis no more but rattling gaftly bones.
	Say that it were	 the head of fome great man	
	That wifely fearcht	and pri'd out euery cauſe	
	And that inuented	eu'ry day to skanne	
	The deep diſtinctions	 of all forts of laws:
	And fomtimes fo	cut off his neighbours head	
	Why if it were	himfelfe is now but dead.
	And might it not	a Lady fomtimes ioye	
	T'haue deckt	and trim'd	this now rainbeaten face	
	With many a trick	and new-found pleafing toye?
	Which if that now	fhe did behold her cafe:
	Although on earth	fhe were for to remaine	
	She would not paint	nor trimme it vp againe.
	Why might not this	haue beene fome lawiers pate	
	The which fometimes	 brib'd	 brawl'd	and tooke a fee	
	And lawe exacted	to the higheſt rate?
	Why might not this	be fuch a one as he?
	Your quirks	and quillets	 now fir where be they	
	Now he is mute	 and not a word can ſay.
	Why might not this	 haue garniſht forth fome dame	
	Whoſe fole delight	 was in her dog and fanne	
	Her gloues	and maſke	 to keepe her from the aime	
	Of Phebus heate	her hands or face to tanne:
	Perhaps this might	in euery fort agree	
	To be the head	of fuch a one as fhee.
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	Or why not thus	fome filthie pander flaue	
	That broaker like	 his foule doth fet and fell	
	Might not haue dyed	and in an honeſt graue	
	After his death	gone thether for to dwell:
	And I come there	 long after he were dead	
	And purchaſe fo	his filthy panders head.
	Or fay 'twere thus	fome three chind foggie dame	
	The which was fo	 but then a bawd was turn'd	
	And kept a houſe	of wanton Venus game	
	Vntill fuch time	 her chimneis all were burn'd:
	And there fome one	 with Gallian fpice well fped	
	May dye of that	 and this might be her head.
	But OI runne	I runne too farre aftray	
	And prate and talke	 my wits quite out of doore	
	Say 'twere a King	 Queene	 Lord	or Lady gay	
	A Lawyer	 Minion	 Pander	or a whore:
	If it were noble	 t'were not for mee to creake on.
	If it were bafe	it were too vile to ſpeake on.
	But what fo ere it was	now 'tis but this	
	A dead mans fcull	vfurped from his graue	
	Yet doo I make it	ftill my formoſt diſh	
	For why? 'tis all the comfort that I haue :
	In that I may	 when any dine with mee	
	Shew what they were	and eke what they ſhall bee.
	Then on the cloath	 he fet it downe againe	
	And with a figh	hart-deepe with halfe a groane	
	Which drew falt teares	from out his eyes amaine	
	Although he cloak'd them	with a prittie moane:
	Well fir quoth he	although your chear's not great	
	This is the fawfe	you fhall haue to your meate.
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	Which I no nigard	 wiſh you not to ſpare	
	Although it be an ill digeſting meate	
	Yet fuch it is	 that we muſt knowe and heare	
	Though wee not that	 yet that our liues will eate:
	And who foere	 with in my bowre fhall dine	
	Shall taft this fawfe	ere any cates of mine."
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	Then did hee giue	 mee of his rootie foode	
	And bad mee eate	 and hee tooke of the fame	
	Hee eate thereof	affirming it were good	
	But I to taſte it	 knew not how to frame:
	And yet becauſe	 that I was hunger-beaten	
	I chaw'd a bit	 and feem'd as though I had eaten.
	Then did he take	his pitcher in his hand	
	And courteouſly	did proffer drinke to mee	
	I wil'd him drinke	and I at his commande	
	Nexte tafter of	 that fame his drinke woulde bee:
	Hee dronke thereof	 and after fo did I	
	And fett the pott	vpon the ground vs by.
	Then in his hand	 he tooke the houre glaffe	
	And theſe like words	to me he did bewraye	
	Behold faith he	 how here the time doth paffe	
	Tread you vpright	or go you quite a ſtray:
	Here may you fee	how ſwift your time doth runne	
	And ceafeth not	vntill your life be doone.
	This glaffe euen now	 was full of flipery ſand	
	This glaffe even now	 was like the prime of youth	
	This glaffe euen now	 was fill'd with plentyes hand	
	Only in this	 you may behold Times truth:
	Here you may fee	 that time is alwayes fliding	
	This is a mirrour	 of fickle tims abiding.
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	See how it glides	fee	fee	how fafte it runne	
	Say a good life	vpon this time did dwell	
	wer't not too foone	his houre ſhould be come	
	If hee in vertue	others did excell:
	No	were he Mofes	 Dauidor Salomon	
	His time thus come	his life muft needs be gon.
	Now'tis full out	 the lampe hath burn'd the oyle	
	This houres funne	within this glaffe is fet	
	Were this a man	 he now were free'd from toyle	
	All earthly labors	 now he would forget:
	And as this fand	 within this glaffe lie ftill	
	So fhould the earth	his breathleffe body hill.
	Without more words	the glaffe he did fet downe	
	And tooke two potts	of flowers in his hands	
	Hee knit his browes	and feemed for to frowne	
	Yet of the vertues	 thus at length he ſkans:
	Theſe with'red flowers	 were as faire as theſe	
	And theſe faire flowers	 wilbe as foule as theſe.
	This pot of flowers	 that dead and with'red be	
	In prime of fhew	but yeſterday were growing	
	Their blafted lookes	 thus faded as you fee	
	Were yeſterday	both pleaſant freſh and flowing:
	What wee are all	by theſe wee may deuine	
	When death fhall cut	our thred and fatall line.
	And theſe faire flowers	that now fo faire doo feeme	
	Whoſe powers were fofter'd	 with this mornings deaw	
	Their gaudy time	as I do iuftly deeme	
	Is nigh halfe ſpent	as triall fhall proue true:
	For ere their lookes	the morrow light ſhall fee	
	Their pleaſant hewe	full with'red off fhalbe.
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	Theſe faded flowers	 are like vnto the man	
	The which cold dead	vpon the ground doth lie	
	With gaftly colour	vifage pale and wan	
	And many mourners	 him attending by:
	His life thus gon	 his body nothing craue	
	But to be hid	 within an earthly graue.
	The with'red flowers	then he did fet downe	
	And tooke the flowers	equall to the other	
	Which when they were	 each one by other fhowne	
	Scarfe could I deeme	the on's hew from the other:
	But that the laft	 in's right hand he did hold	
	The first of them	his left hand did infold.
	Then with fad lookes	he figh't and thus befpake	
	Behold thefe flowers	a paradox in yeares	
	With fuch remorfe	 theſe ſpeeches from him brake	
	That he did partly	 fmother them with teares:
	Behold (quoth he) the man that liues in payne	
	And eke the man	that doth in ioye remaine.
	Thefe flowers (quoth he) his right had flowers meaning	
	Doth reprefent	 the life	of happie men	
	The which with vertue	in their bounds conteining	
	Do leade their liues	that none may looke agen:
	Whofe humane courſe	no man hath euer feene	
	To be corupt	 with fretfull ire or fpleene.
	Theſe flowers are like	the man who from his youth	
	Hath led his life	in pathes of vpright wayes	
	Th'are like to him	 that ftrayth not from the truth	
	But liues in goodneffe	all his youthfull dayes:
	Th'are like to him	 whofe yeares doo not decay	
	But liueth young	vntill his lateſt day.
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	Thefe flow'rs(quoth he	) were cropt two days ago	
	But yet doo keepe	 their perfect colour ſtill	
	The water is	the cauſe why they doe fo	
	For why?brim-full	this ſmall pot I did fill:
	So looke where vertu's	fill'd with ſweet content	
	There life or colour	will not foone be ſpent	
	Yet euen as beauty	 from theſe pretty flowers	
	Though moiftly kept	 at length will quite confume	
	Sofhall that man	 who hath with all his powers	
	Decked him felfe	in vertues ſweet perfume:
	For though he feeds	 long on moift vertues breath	
	Yet at the length	he yeelds himſelfe to death.
	Then did he looke	vpon his left hand flowers	
	Alaffe (quoth he	)me thinks I fee you fade	
	The drouth of wo	 confumeth all your powers	
	Y'are burnt with heat	though always kept in fhade:
	For euen as care	like fire confumes a man	
	So drouth in fhade	 your beauteous colours tanne.
	Theſe flow'rs are like	 the willfull prodigall	
	That vnthrift-like	 fpendeth his youthfull dayes	
	Mounting vp ftill	euen fodenly to fall	
	By in directing	 of his willfull wayes:
	His riotous life	his toyes and lauiſh tongue	
	Makes him looke old	 when that he is but young.
	Th'are like to him	 that wantons it abroad	
	With midnight reuills	 kept in Venus court	
	Sparing no coft	 but lai'th on golden loade	
	And in a brothell	keeps Lordly port:	
	But when his purſe	and vaynes are all drawn drye	
	Though he's but young	 he lookes as he would die.
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	Th'are not vnlike	a vertuous nurtur'd child	
	The which did flowriſh	 in his tender yeares	
	But got the reines	grows headſtrong proud and wilde	
	Till all his graine	is turn'd to frutleffe tares:
	Then full of care	 he leaues his fooliſh ioy	
	And looks like age	 when he is but a boie.
	Good fir(quoth he	) thus haue I to you ſhowne	
	The vertu's of	theſe feuerall forts of diſhes	
	My glaffe and flowers	 you the taft haue knowne	
	Although not fill'd	 with fleſh nor dayntie fishes:
	And with thoſe words	 he did ſet downe the flowers	
	Feeding againe	for to reuiue his powers.
	Not paſt two bits	the filly man did eate	
	When in his hand	he tooke the booke and bell	
	And thus of them	began for to intreat	
	Whilft droping teares	from his fad eies befel:
	This booke(quoth he) a mans ſhape ſeems to haue	
	And this the bell	that cals him to his
	graue.
	This Little booke	prefents the life of man	
	Wherein is wrap'd	the fubftance of his foule	
	Which be it freſh	or be it pale or wan	
	T' muſt ſeparate	 when as this bell doth toule:
	How vertuous	bad	 or pure foere it be	
	When death doth call	foule muſt from body flee.
	Within this booke	doth ſpring the well of life	
	Which fountaine cleare	giues drinke to al that crauesit	
	Heare li'th the fword	that ends all Kindes of ſtrife	
	Deny'd to none	but all that feeks it haue it:
	And they that vfe	 this fword	or water cleare	
	This bells alarum	need not for to feare	
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	Within this booke	good men renew their fight	
	When as they bathe	their liquid veines therein:
	To heare this bell	it doth their foules delight	
	They feare not death	 they force him not a pin:
	For when ſterne death	 thinkes moſt their foules t'anoy	
	This is their ſhield	 they thinke him but a toy.
	This booke(quoth'he) fhould Vfurers behold	
	And foule vfurpers	of their neighbours land	
	That robs the poore	 and heapes vp hoordes of gold	
	Tonote it well	they would amazed ſtand:
	And from thoſe lands	and bagges of money fall	
	For feare this Bell	to Limbo fhould them call.
	If drunkards	gluttons	or lafciuious men	
	Would deeply diue	into this ſmall bookes lines	
	Their owne black leues	 they would turne ore agen	
	And foone bewaile	their monſter like ſpent times:
	Arming themfelues	 with this	the fcourge of hell	
	Leaft they ſhould feare	 the tolling of the Bell.
	Or if that they	 who fwell with haughty pride	
	Within this bookefhould make their looking-glaffe	
	Or if falſe theeues	fhould here their fhares diuide	
	And view it well	 before they hence did paffe:
	Pride and Celeno	they would both go pray	
	For feare this Bell	 to hell fhould them conuay.
	But if a good	and vertuous liuing man	
	Should chance to prie	within this little booke	
	He neede not feare	for he already can	
	The calmie lines with faire digeſture brooke:
	If death him call	 he doth him ſtraight defie	
	Only he knowes	 from this world he muſt dye.
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	This Bell preſents	the Crier of a Court	
	The which in time	doth call both good and bad	
	Each man thereto	muft duly make refort	
	For when he calles	an anfwer muſt be had:
	And when pale death	fhall fhut vpall our powers	
	The dolefull bell	doth ſtrike our lateſt houres.
	With which fad words	 he fet them on the cloath	
	Now fir(quoth he) y'haue tafted all my fare	
	The which to fhew	to fome I would be loath	
	But ſpeake I pray	how doo yee like this cheere:
	Well: but mee thinkes	 'tis ill digeſting food	
	No fir quoth he	 'tis pleaſant ſweet and good.
	For if a Prince	 ſhould chance to come this way	
	And in mine Arbour	fit as now you doo	
	Theſe cates and cheere	 to him I would forth lay	
	him looke	and taſte vpon it too:
	And pray
	And would not let	his pardon for to craue	
	To tell him this	 doth reprefent his graue.
	Or if a Queene	 with all her courtly traine	
	Offtates and peeres	 of Lords and Ladies gay	
	Should come within	this little fhadie plaine	
	And in the Cell of poore Maluchus ſtay:
	What ſhould detaine	 my tongue it might not tell	
	They muſt not aye	in earthly pleaſures dwell?
	Let all the Lawyers	lodg'd within new Troy	
	And all the dames	that mincing minions are	
	The pandar flaues	 and ftrumpets ſeeming coye	
	Come here to mee	 and none of them Ile ſpare:
	But tell them all	 and that with ſmall offence	
	Their time will come	 and that they muſt pack hence.
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	If miftreffe Maudlin	 with her golden locks	
	Whoſe lemman knowes	his well-grift-forked browes	
	Or miſtreffe Maukin	who fate twife i'th ſtocks	
	Should vndermine	thefe Hermit-fhading bowes:
	I would not let	 their perfon thus to greete	
	Amend	 your end	is but a winding ſheete.
	Let them that ſpend	the flower of their time	
	The Venus wanton	and the prodigall	
	Who doo not take	 the funne while it doth ſhine	
	But let it paffe	and thinke not of their fall:
	Let them come here	 but once and dine with mee	
	And here Ile tell them	 what their end fhall bee.
	Let thofe that hoard	vp gold and filuer ſtore	
	And neuer thinkes	 to part from it againe	
	But fterue poore Orphans	at their wretched dore	
	And fillie foules	 for want thereof are flaine:
	Let them looke here	here fhall they plainly fee	
	At their laſt houre	 what there beft end ſhall bee.
	Let pride	and theft	and glutton-drunkenneſſe	
	And all the tribe	of mifcreant demeanour	
	With all lafciuious	 folly and exceffe	
	Repaire to this	my little fhadie bower:
	And taſte this fare	as you haue done with mee	
	Then ſhall they know	 what their beſt end ſhall be.
	Yet fir	quoth he	farre be it from your heart	
	That you
	fhould take	a bad conceipt herein	
	But of my words	and cheere receiue a part	
	And thinke you welcome	to this homely Inne:
	Nor doo I fpeake it	but that you ſhould gaine	
	Some pleaſure by	your long ſpent time and paine.
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	But now I fee	an houre is fully ſpent	
	Since we fat downe	 within this homely place	
	Wherefore if you	 be therewithall content	
	Weele end our dinner	 with a thankfull	 grace:
	Which being done	if that you pleaſe to ſtay	
	We will diſcourſe	to ſpend this Summers day.
	I was content	the dutie was effected	
	The borde was drawne	and all was laid afide	
	Each on his feate	in fhadow ſweet elected	
	And then the Hermit	thus his fpeech did' guide:
	Good fir(quoth he)now doo I call to minde	
	The Paduan brach	that was of Spartan kinde.
	I pray you tell mee	doo you know her maister	
	I aske not that	a Huntſman I would be	
	But that I heard	you ſay ſhe did runne faſter	
	Then all the hounds	in that wood founding crye:
	Faine would I know	him that in Padua ought her	
	And eke the man	that into Albion brought her.
	I bluſht to heare	him name the dogge againe	
	That I had nam'd	but neither feene	nor found	
	For why? the hunting was a morall plaine	
	Himſelfe the Hart	 his loue the Paduan hound:
	Yet that I might	protect my felfe from ſhame	
	Thus vnto him	an anſwer I did frame	
	Sir	that faire brach	 a curteous Knight doth keepe	
	Who in his armes	 will hugge the tatling elfe	
	And in his bofome	fuffers her to creepe	
	So that the Ape	 growes curft	and bites himſelfe;
	And wer't not that	 I ſhould be thought to glory	
	Of them I could	 diſcourſe a pretty ſtorie.
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	No fir	quoth he	if that you pleaſe to tell	
	That faire diſcourſe	deriu'd from Italy	
	I cannot thinke	that glory vaine doth dwell	
	Within that breft	 where vertue feemes to lie:
	Nor will I fuffer	you to take the paine	
	Vnleffe by lott	 you doo the place attaine.
	For that from Padua	I did late returne	
	And with theſe eyes	 I fadly did behold	
	A fight the which	doth cauſe me yet to mourne	
	The which my tongue	did neuer yet vnfold:
	Wherefore by lot	 we may difcerne right well	
	Which of vs two	the firft difcourfe fhall tell.
	The lots were caft	the Hermits was the charge	
	He must prepare	to tell the firſt diſcourſe	
	When I did thinke	that I ſhould heare at large	
	His loue-fick paffions	fighed with remorſe:
	But he as one	that reueld in difpaire	
	Began his Romaine ftorie to declare.
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	The Hermites difcourfe.
	W Here grifly cares	floweth vntamed tides	
	Within the Ocean of a penfiue breft	
	There forrowes ſhip	 ſtill at an anchor rides	
	Beaten with waues	of boiling thoughts vnreft:
	Whole ftormes of fighes	againſt that ſhip is fent	
	Vntill her heart-worne	tacklings all are rent.
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	For when my hart	 began to harbour griefe	
	And that my thoughts	had entertayned wo	
	In deferts wilde	 I fought to finde releefe	
	And path-les paths	 my vncouth ſteps did know:
	Vntill at length	 I did behold and fee	
	Each fenfeleffe creature	boyftrous ftormes did flee.
	The ſtormes did force	 the Lyon leaue his pray	
	The wily Fox	to haſten to his hoale	
	The ſtormes did force	 the Wolfe to houle and bray	
	The hinde to fteale	 to couert with her foale.
	The ſtormes did force	th' Antilop for to hide her	
	In fhelters fafe	conducted by the Tiger.
	The vgly Beare	vnto her whelps did runne	
	The briſtled Bore	retired from his food	
	The bounfing Doa	 vnto the brakes did come	
	The fearefull hare	did haften to the wood:
	And all the beafts	 that natures art did mould	
	Some harbour fought	to keepe them from the cold.
	Then did I likewiſe	to my Chamber go	
	Whofe walls were painted	 with oreflowing teares	
	Mixt with the colour	 of diftreffe and wo	
	Drawne out with knots	of hopeleffe griefe and feares:
	My bed of forrowe	 I had lately bought	
	My fheets with fighs	 moft fumptoufly were wrought.
	My bolfter fill'd	with fad lamenting groanes	
	My pyllowe all	 imbrodred ore with care	
	My blanckets framed	full of wayling moanes	
	My couering	imboffed with difpaire:
	Thus was my Chamber	 deckt on euery ſide	
	With wo and griefe	 wherein I did abide.
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	Where I had time	and place inough to mourne	
	With fainting teares	there might I feaſt my fill	
	There might my fighs	redoubled well returne	
	From hollow vaults	and eu'ry little hill:
	There to my felfe	 my ſelfe was left aloane	
	None left to heare	 the tenure of my moane.
	For if there had	 perhaps they would but fmile	
	And laugh	and fcoffe	at my fad foules lament	
	Where	 with the fighs	that I did time beguile	
	Would ſhake great hilles	or ftony rockes haue rent:
	But fuch they were	as to my felfe were eafing	
	Content my minde	 and to myſelfe were pleaſing.
	Ten thouſand fighs	 I fent to fill the aire	
	When from the aire	I fuckt them vp againe	
	A thouſand times	 I did repeate my care	
	When ſtill my care	did with my felfe remaine:
	I figh'd	I fobd	and weeping	hands did wring	
	And fometimes fong	my woes with fonnetting.
	But after that	 I had my felfe tormented	
	With horred groanes	 whereon I daylie fed	
	So that the rugged	breathleffe ftones lamented	
	I wrapt my felfe	 in that care couer'd bed:
	Where thus my thoughts	did meditate on griefe	
	Not knowing how	nor where to finde releefe.
	The malecontent	is wayted on with wo	
	The Louers life	is care ore-guilt with ioyes	
	The penitent	his breft with fobs doth flowe	
	Shedding out teares	his penfiue foule auoydes:
	Sighes at a beck	to each of them do fall	
	Sorrow doth fit	attending on them all.
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	The malecontent	 he neyther eates nor fleeps	
	But meditates	vpon he knowes not what	
	His daring eies	vpon the earth ftill peepes	
	But what he feekes	 his fenfes quite forgat:
	His fuilen thoughts	doth feede on bitter gall	
	Moft is his mirth	 when greateſt is his thrall.
	Farre more hee labours	in his troubled minde	
	Then all the Plough-men	in a thouſand feelds	
	His harueft reapt	 when ſeaſons are moſt kinde	
	Leffe is his gaine	 then leaſt of all theirs yeelds:
	Hee thinkes his ftate	is happier then many	
	Yet loues	 nor hates	nor feares	nor cares for any.
	His life he loues	as men loues fommers fnowe	
	For life and death	are both to him all one	
	A life to death	he's fure that he doth owe	
	Hee death imbraceth	ere that his life is
	With this his vayne	 hee thinkes the Gods haue bleft
	And in this vaine	he go❜th a while to reſt him.
	gone:
	The Louer fad	I moane with kinde remorse	
	For why? I knowe no furgeon can him cure	
	His vnfeene wounds	are of ſo ſtrange a force	
	That liuing long	no wight can them indure:
	(him)
	He's frizing hotte	and liuing alwayes dead	
	Difpayring hopes	and loofing thinkes him fped	
	He's well yet ficke	and knowes not wher's his griefe	
	He's burning cold	 he hath and yet he ſkants	
	He's feeking ftill	 though neuer findes releete	
	His heart feemes pleaf'd	 yet that he wish he wants	
	Twixt two extreames	his fhip is alwaies fayling	
	He thinkes him fped	 when all his baits are fayling.
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	Hee mourning fings	hee fmiles in forrow fad	
	Hee dying liues	and liues by alwaies dying	
	Hee nought inioyes	 yet with his nothing glad	
	Hee ftill purfewes	where hee fees nothing flying:
	His reftleffe pangs	 would make a world to wonder	
	Yet drowfie fleep	doth force him to a flumber.
	The penitent	that doth in anguiſh payne	
	Hee finking fwims	in gulfes of deepe difpaire	
	In fhade he fitts	his funne doth fildome ſhine	
	His drinke is wo	his meate is clogged care:
	Hee hopes	 he feares	and thus in hoping ioyes	
	Hope makes him glad	but fearing him annoyes	
	To vncouth places	 he doth alwayes hant	
	His penfiue confcience	 wills him there to wander	
	His tort'red body	feemes to feele more want	
	Then for his Hero	did loue-drown'd Leander:
	No defert darke	nor pleaſant lawne long holds him	
	But weary ſtill	 his iuie armes infolds him.
	He fighing peeps	from earth vnto the ſkies	
	Then wofull lookes	from ſkie to earth againe	
	From earth he came	in heauen his comfort lies	
	Thus on he walkes	twixt mutuall ioy and paine:
	In darkfom night	nor yet in plealing day	
	His life nere ftands	at one contented ſtaye.
	Well do I know	the teares and bitter moane	
	The penitent	 doth vtter with his wayling	
	For in that griefe	 I feele my felfe as one	
	That haue a fhip	 within that Ocean fayling:
	And hope at length	 with others that haue ftore	
	To bring my thip	vnto a happy fhore.
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	Dolarnys Primerofe.
	Thus did I lie	 with fundry meditations	
	Thus were my thoughts	 with diuers changes led	
	Which mufings were	my chiefeft confolations	
	Till drowſie fleepe	 was hanging in my head:
	Which then began	my fenſes to ſurpriſe	
	Binding the deawie	clofures of mine eies.
	But flumber foft	no fooner had inclof'd	
	The watry windows	of my wofull eies	
	When as mee thought	a champion bold oppof'd	
	My fleeping fenfes	 with fad miferies:
	Whofe warlike lims	in iron rough were girt	
	The which defcry'd	 the courage of his heart.
	His burgonet	his vaunbrace and his ſheeld	
	Were framed all	of fire tempered ſteele	
	With golden ſtarres	amid a fable feeld	
	Whoſe maſſie ſubſtance	I did feeme to feele:
	Fixt was his beauer	 voy'd of plumie fanne	
	Or quainte deuife	vpon his helme to ſtande.
	At which dread fight	my fenfes were amazed	
	Though drowfie winkes	did rock them ſtill aſleepe	
	Mine eies did feeme	to wake	and waking gazed	
	Yet heauie flumbers	clofly did them keepe:
	But then his voice	that feem'd my heart to ſhake	
	Vnbound his tongue	 which then theſe words befpake.
	Awake	awake	ye winged wits of Rome	
	Your flying fancies	 wrapt in fiery ayre	
	Sing Iulius worth	Agricola intoombe	
	Your fpirits high	 cloſed in manſions faire	
	Too long haue flept	in Loues delicious awe	
	Forgetting ftill	 your kind Agricola.
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	Dolarnys Primerofe.
	But where am I? or where doe I declare	
	My wofull name	 with proftrate invocations?
	What ſhall my forows	 pearce an Albions eare?
	And fright poore Padua with my exclamations?
	No: let me firſt	from faire Elizea fal	
	And choake the deep'ft	 infernall with my thrall.
	O no: let Rome	let Rome fucke vp mine anguiſh	
	Let Rome the mother	of my infants yeares	
	Swell with my fighs	in which my foule ſtill languiſh	
	Let Rome difolue	her felfe with dolefull teares:
	Let Roman Poets	fing great Iulius name	
	With blazing trophees	 of eternall fame.
	But they are gone	from Romes terreftiall verges	
	whoſe muſe admir'd	 were crown'd with quiu'ring baies	
	O they are dead	that ſhould haue fong my derges	
	With dolefull langours	and diftrefffull layes:
	He liu's in bliffe	 that fung the warres of Troye	
	Dead is the fwayn	that told of Phillis ioye.
	Yet doth he liue	eternized with glory	
	That fweetly fung renowmed Scipioes warres	
	He liues that told Æmillaes laſting ſtory	
	Mixt with Anthonius	and Octauius iarres:
	A thouſand more	 doo liue	whoſe fames doe ring	
	Yet none of dead	Agriola will fing.
	Wherefore fith I	of force am fummon'd here	
	The ftorie of my	 wofull dayes to tell	
	And Rome denies	to lend her liftning eare	
	Attend Maluchus	and with forrows fwell.
	That Albion faire	may wayle my tragedy	
	Which fleeping waking	 thou fhalt heare of mee.
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	Dolarnys Primerofe.
	When great Vefpafian	wore the diadem	
	Of Romes large Empire	and with conquering hand	
	Had wonne the wals	of faire Ierufalem	
	Whoſe ſtately towers	 were at his comand:
	The Romes ſweet aire	 my youngling daies did nuroiſh	
	Her nectar pappes	 my infancie did cheriſh.
	Where	 whilſt my years	 were tender	 foft and young	
	In learnings cradle	 I was lai'd to ſleepe	
	My carefull tutor	ore mee fweetly fung	
	And I fome ſtraines	of his did note and keepe:
	Efteeming them	fo highly in my power	
	That I did hug them	till my lateſt houre.
	Then did I frame	my tongue to courtly charmes	
	And how to tread	the diftance of a dance	
	And then I practf'd	how to manage armes	
	To toffe a pike	and how to weeld a lance:
	Then with found rackets	 clofe within a wall	
	I nimibly learn'd	to toffe a tenniffe ball.
	To hunt a deere	 I fomtime tooke delight	
	And fometime fee	the lightfote hare to play	
	And fometime with	an egar fawlcons flight	
	I would confume	the weary long fome day:
	A foamng fteed	 then would I learne to pace	
	And fwallow-fwift	runne him a double race.
	Then in a ring	I would him gently trot	
	A full cariere	then did I learne to make	
	Then to curuet	then for to gallop hot	
	Then ftopt him quick	that he new breath might take:
	Then on his creft	my flattring palme would flide	
	The more to cheere	his hot couragious pride.
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	Dolarnys Primerofe.
	At Tilt and Tourney	 then did I learne to ride	
	With clattring fhockes	 to breake a ſturdy launce	
	After the combate	 then with portly pride	
	My foaming courfer	 would himſelfe aduance:
	Whofe fumptuous cariage	did ſo much excell	
	That in each Tourney	 I did beare the bell.
	For fo I manag'd	that couragious beaſt	
	That he would vault	leape	coruet	 plunge	and prance	
	With ftartling furie	fold his doubled creft	
	With loftie capers	ftowpe	ſtop	and lightly daunce:
	With fierie rage	ftrike	ftare	and trample proudly	
	Beating the ſtones	ftamping and neighing loudly.
	Each ten dayes once	 Olympus feaft we held	
	Meeting in tilt	 with compleat armour bright	
	So that I knew	right well my ſpeare to weld	
	And how t'incounter	 with the hardieft Knight:
	And ſometime hit	 with counterbuffe ſo ſound	
	That he lay weltring on the fullen ground.
	Whilft the ſpectators	 voices high did laud mee	
	With hou'ring hattes	and lowd tumultuous cries	
	The trumpet thrill	 did feeme for to applaud mee	
	Pearfing the higheſt Zenith of the skies	
	Where might be heard	vnpartiall voyces fay	
	Young Iulius wonne	the honour of the day.
	Then was I brought	 to liue in ftately Court	
	Whereas I fed	 of daintieft painted lookes	
	For gallant dames	there dayly did reſort	
	To haue their faces	read in fteed of bookes	
	And foone I learned	 with an am'rous tongue	
	To read the lines	 that were their bookes among.
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	Dolarnys Primerofe.
	Fortune did fo	aduance my blooming dayes	
	That in the court	 I gain'd a courtly place	
	And happy he	that moſt my name could raiſe	
	I fate fo high	 in great Vefpafians grace:
	Each one vnlearned	thought their learned skill	
	If not imploy'd	my fantaſie to fill.
	Agricola	was bruted through the land	
	No tongue did moue	but ſpake of Iulius name	
	Each Martialiſt	that did controule a band	
	Mutely admir'd	to heare of Iulius fame:
	For fweet difcourfe	reuels	and chiualrie	
	Who was renow'nd? Agricola euen I.
	Walkt I in Court	there Lamprils eyes
	defcried mee	
	If in the towne	the Cittizens would know mee	
	If mountaines bare mee	 fhepheard fwaines efpied mee	
	In countrie townes	each vnto each would ſhow mee:
	And all would bend	with curtefies to mee	
	Whilſt I to them	 would giue like curtelie.
	What ſhould I ſay? but that I ſhould not ſay?
	All honour ſtill	in Court attended on mee	
	I ftill in great	Vefpafians bofome lay	
	So gratioufly	did fortune fmile vpon mee:
	And as I grew	each day to riper yeeres	
	Each day renowne	did place me with great peeres.
	But then Bellona	 with her hot alarm's	
	Did fummon mee	vnto the dint of warre	
	Where I with troupes	of worthy men at armes	
	Refuſe no toile	to meete that bloudie iarre:
	Although great Neptunes	boyling empire lay	
	Betweene our land	and that rich golden bay.
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	Dolarnys Primerofe.
	But ftraight we rigg'd	our huge fea rending ſhips	
	Whofe fpreading failes	 with gentle Eurus aide	
	In Thetis fields	through glaffie billows flips	
	No croffe of Fortune	once our Nauie ftaide:
	Vntill wee came	at that gold-ſhining towne	
	That was the fpring	of Iulius renowne.
	Where vnawares	 we thruſt with ſpeed to land	
	And orderly	our valiant forces placed	
	With fquadrons faire	vpon that forreine ſtrand	
	With glittʼring armour	all the plaines defaced:
	But then our foes	like champions ftoute and bold	
	Came with their power	for to defend their hold.
	With hot Brauado's	and vndaunted ſpirits	
	They marcht along	 from out their Cittie gates	
	Ambitious all	aduancement fought by merits	
	Committing life	and land	to froward fates:
	Nor wee	nor they	no parle feem'd to craue	
	Combat	and battaile	each one defir'd to haue.
	For raging furie	 brooketh no delay	
	Armie beards armie	in the bloody field	
	Their trampling Gennets	fierie breathings neigh	
	Their launces brauely	their ſtrong courfers wield:
	Enfignes difplai'd	 lowd drums and trumpets found	
	Whofe threatning terror	from the clowds rebound.
	Now warlike Mars	 fome of thy valour ſend mee	
	Tip my weake tongue	 with gads of tempered ſteele	
	Or thou braue Pallas	fome of thy power lend me	
	That I may feeme	to make the hearers feele:
	What buffets	blowes	lim-parting-ftroakes and fcars	
	Are by fterne champions	giuen in thy bloudy iars.
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	Dolarnys Primerofe.
	My tongue's too feeble	to decipher out	
	The raging furie	acted in martiall traines	
	Yet will I fhew	 the proweffe of this route	
	Which thus incounter'd	on the Southerne plaines:
	The valiant horſemen	firſt with ſwift cariers	
	In fundrie ſplinters	 fhiuerd their piercing ſpeares.
	Then to their Carbins	 then vnto handy blowes	
	Then violent ſhot	like to the Oceans rage	
	With pell-mell-fhocks	out off each armie goes	
	Each man to win	his courage did ingage:
	And ſtormes of Bullets	like to winters haile	
	Out off each fquadron	did their foes affaile.
	Then armours clatter'd	fwords gaue blow for blow	
	A hand	a hand	a foote	a foote did craue	
	Life	life defir'd	 bloud vpon bloud did flow	
	Each Curtleax dig'd	 himfelfe a goarie graue:
	There did Bellona	 like a lion teare	
	Rough irefull gallants	on her toffing ſpeare.
	The radiant skie	was darkned with the ſmoake	
	That iffued from	the pattering Muſket ſhot	
	Which flumbring fume	our fouldiers feem'd to choake	
	The day and battaile	 were fo moultring hot:
	The thundring Canons	plaied on either ſide	
	Whofe dreadfull furie	legions did diuide.
	And as the waues	driuen with outragious ſtormes	
	Beateth the rampiers of vnmoouing rockes	
	So did our Captaines	 labour with hot alarmes	
	Them to repulfe	 with fhiu'ring launces fhockes:
	Here lies fome dead	there other freſhly bleeds	
	Trampling vpon them	 with vnruly ſteeds.
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	Dolarnys Primeroſe.
	Abounding terror	tumbled in the feeld	
	Death ſtood apaled	at his owne invention	
	Enuie bedect	her felfe in Rigors fheeld	
	Ruine and Horror	reuel'd with Diffention:
	Raging Reuenge	fported in fanguin blood	
	The rauin'd earth	ore-cloyed belching ſtood.
	Harfh-dying tunes	 fighing and greeuous groan's	
	Wide gaping wounds	 forced lamenting cries	
	Heart-goaring ftabs	 burſting of leggs and boanes	
	Life guſhing teares	forced from bloody eyes:
	Men kill'd	 vnkill'd	as dreadfull warre defired	
	Liuing and dying	 while Parcas breath retired.
	Yet was the battayle	in a ballance found	
	Till I vndaunted	cheer'd each feeble wing	
	Which doone our valiant	forces gather'd ground	
	Then courage followe	all the feeld did ring:
	Then did our foes	feare	faynt	and flattly flie	
	Whilft wee as victors	victorie did cry.
	Then did our foldiers	try ple valour take	
	The ſmall caliuers	then did diſcharge apace	
	The pykes and halberts	 liuing lims did ſhake	
	With feares purfute	the targueters did chace:
	The horſe-men fwiftly	did their launces bend	
	The cannons fwiftly	 did their bullets fend.
	Then in our plumes	 Fortune did feeme to play	
	For that our foes	lay weltring in their blood	
	Yeelding to vs	the honor of the daie	
	The faire greene feeld	all fanguined ouer ſtood:
	Here lie ftout champions	 pearft with deadly launces	
	There laye braue Captains	 leading fatall daunces.
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	Dolarnys Primerofe.
	Here fell a body	there tumbles off a head	
	Here laye one maym'd	there laye one flaine out-right	
	Here laye a fouldier	 groueling fcarfly dead	
	There laye a leader	 here laye a warlike knight:
	There a coronel	here a Gallant ſlayne	
	Thus were they ſcatter'd	ore the purple plaine.
	And thus at length	 we forc'd them to retire	
	Cloſing themfelues	 within their Cittie walls	
	Which wee inuiorn'd round with ſword and fire	
	Pelting their frontiers	 with hot poud❜red balles:
	Whence wee might heare	clamorous fhrikes & cries	
	Nipped with waylings	in the troubled ſkies.
	Then wee began	 their towring walles to ſcale	
	Taking the time	by his rough hairie top	
	While fickle Fortune	flylie brew'd their bale	
	That we the flowre	of their delight might crop:
	Short tale to make	valour and high renowne	
	Our conqu❜ring powres	 plac'd in that warlike towne.
	Whence many fled	to faue their wretched liues	
	Many did humbly	kneele to kiffe our feete	
	Virgins	and maides	infants and trembling wiues	
	With proftrate teares	did all our forces greete:
	Where I proclaimed	with a trompet meeke	
	That all ſhould liue	that then their liues did feeke.
	Who much did mufe	to ſee ſo milde a fo	
	Thinking themselues	conquered not at all	
	Their fad applaufes	gaue vs leaue to knowe	
	The ioye they tooke	in that their riſing fall:
	And where before	 w'had onely woon the towne	
	Then of their hearts	 we feem'd to weare the crowne.
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