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Ah! what is human greatness, valour, wit?
Wbat fading beauty, riches, honour, praise?

DAMETA'S DREAM.
To what doth serve in golden thrones to sit,
Thrall Earth's vast round, triumphal arches raise? DAMETA dream'd he saw his wife at sport,
That all 's a dream, learn in this prince's fall,

And found that sight was through the horny port. In whom, save death, Dought mortal was at all.

A TRANSLATION

CHERRIES.
My wanton, weep no more
The losing of your cherries;
Those, and far sweeter berries,
Your sister, in good store,
Hath in her lips and face;
Be glad, kiss her with me, and hold your peace.

OF

SIR JOHN SCOT'S VERSES,
BEGINNING, QUOD VITÆ SECTABOR ITER?

ICARUS.

What course of life should wretched mortals take?
In books hard questions large contention make.
Care dwells in houses, labour in the field;
Tumultuous seas affrighting dangers yield.
In foreign lands thou never canst be blest:
If rich, thou art in fear; if poor, distress'd.
In wedlock frequent discontentments swell;
Unmarried persons as in deserts dwell.
How many troubles are with children born!
Yet he that wants them counts himself forlorn.
Young men are wanton, and of wisdom void;
Grey hairs are cold, unfit to be employ'd.
Who would not one of these two offers try,
Not to be born; or, being born, 10 die?

While with audacious wings,
I cleav'd those airy ways,
And fill'd (a monster new) with dread and fears,
The feather'd people and their eagle kings:
Dazzled with Phæbus' rays,
And charmed with the music of the spheres,
When quills could more no more, and force did fail,
Though down I fell from Heaven's high azure bounds;
Yet doth renown my losses countervail,
For still the shore my brave attempt resounds.
A sea, an element doth bear my name;
What mortal's tomb's so great in place or fame?

:

TO SLEEP.

ON HIS LADY BEHOLDING HERSELF IN A MARBLE. MADRIGALS AND EPIGRAMS.

World, wonder not, that I
Keep in my breast engraven
That angel's face hath me of rest bereaven.

See, dead and senseless things cannot deny
THE STATUE OF MEDUSA.

To lodge so dear a guest:
Of that Medusa strange,

Evin this hard marble stone Who those that did her see in rocks did change, Receives the same, and loves, but cannot groan. No image carv'd is this: Medusa's self it is: For while at heat of day To quench her thirst she by this spring did stay, Her hideous head beholding in this glass,

How comes it, Sleep, that thou
Her senses fail'd, and thus transform'd she was. Even kisses me affords

Of her, dear her, so far who 's absent now?
How did I hear those words,

Which rocks might move, and move the pines to bow?
THE PORTRAIT OF MARS AND VENUS. Ah me! before half day

Why didst thou steal away? Fair Paphos' wanton queen

Return, I thine for ever will remain, (Not drawn in white and red)

If thou wilt bring with thee that guest again, Is truly here, as when in Vulcan's bed She was of all Heaven's laughing senate seen. Gaze on her hair, and eine, Her brows, the bows of Love,

A PLEASANT DECEIT. Her back with lilies spread :

Over a crystal source
Ye also ght perceive ber turn and move,

Jolas laid his face,
But that she neither so will do, nor dare,
For fear to wake the angry god of war.

Of purling streams to see the restless course.
But scarce he had o'ershadowed the place,
Wher in the water he a child espies,
So like himself in stature, face and eyes,

That glad he rose, and cried,
NARCISSUS.

“ Dear mates approach, see whom I have descried, Floods cannot quench my flames, ah! in this well The boy of whom strange stories shepherds tell, I burn, not drown, for what I cannot tell.

Oft called Hylas, dwelleth in this well."

2

THE CANNON.

DEEP IMPRESSION OF LOVE TO HIS MISTRESS. When first the cannon from her gaping throat

Wuom a mad dog doth bite,
Against the Heaven her roaring sulphur shot,
Jove waken’d with the noise, did ask with wonder, He doth in water still
What mortal wight had stol'n from him his thunder? That mad dog's image see :
His crystal tow'rs be fear'd, but fire and air

Love, mad, perhaps, when he my heart did smite,

More to dissemble his ill,
So high did stay the ball from mounting there.

Transform'd himself to thee:
For thou art present ever since to me.

No spring there is, no flood, nor other place
THAIS' MATAMORPHOSIS.

Where I, alas! not see thy heavenly face.
INTO Briareus huge
Thais wish'd she might change
Her man, and pray'd him not there at to grudge,

A CHAIN OF GOLD.
Nor fondly think it strange;
“ For if," said she, “I might the parts dispose, Are not those locks of gold
I wish you not a hundred arms nor hands,

Sufficient chains the wildest hearts to hold ?
But hundred things like those

Is not that ivory hard
With which Priapus in our garden stands."

A diamantine band,
Most sure to keep the most untamed mind,

But ye must others find ?
THE QUALITY OF A KISS.

O yes! why is that golden one then worn ?

Thus free in chains, perhaps, Love's chaios to score. The kiss with so much strife Which I late got, sweet heart, Was it a sign of death, or was it life? Of life it could not be,

ON THE DEATH OF A LINXET.
For I by it did sigh my soul in thee :

Ir cruel death had ears,
Nor was it death, death doth no joy impart.
Thou silent stand'st, ah! what didst thou bequeath, This wing'd musician had liv'd many years,

Or could be pleas'd by songs,
A dying life to me, or living death?

And Nisa mine had never wept these wrongs :
l'or when it first took breath,

The Heavens their notes did unto it bequeath:
HIS LADY'S DOG.

And if that Samian's sentences be true,
When her dear bosom clips

Amphion in this body lived anew.
That little cur which fawns to touch her lips, But Death, who nothing spares, and nothing hears,
Or when it is his hap

As he doth kings, kill'd it, o grief! O tears!
To lie lapp'd in her lap,
O it grows noon with me;
With hotter-pointed beams

LILLA'S PRAYER.
I burn, than those are which the Sun forth streams,
When piercing lightning his rays call'd may be; “ Love, if thou wilt once more
And as I muse how I to those extremes

That I to thee return,
Am brought, I find no cause, except that she, Sweet god ! make me not burn
In love's bright zodiack having trac'd each room, Por quivering age, that doth spent days deplore.
To the hot dog-star now at last is come.

Nor do thou wound my heart
For some inconstant boy,

Who joys to love, yet makes of love a toy.
AN ALMANACK.

But, ah ! if I must prove thy golden dart,
This strange eclipse one says

Of grace, O let me find Strange wonders doth foretel;

A sweet young lover with an aged mind." But you whose wives excel,

Thus Lilla pray'd, and Idas did reply, And love to count their praise,

(Who heard) “Dear, have thy wish, for such am I.” Shut all your gates, your hedges plant with thorns, The Sun did threat the world this time with horns.

ARMELIN'S EPITAPH.
Near to this eglantine

Enclosed lies the milk-white Armeline;
A DÆDALE of my death

Once Cloris' only joy,
Now I resemble that sly worm on earth,

Now only her annoy;
Which prone to its own harm doth take no rest: Who envied was of the most bappy swains
For day and night opprest,

That keep their flocks in mountains, dales, or plains: I feed on fading leaves

For oft she bore the wanton in her arm, Of hope, which me deceivės,

And oft her bed and bosom did he warm ; And thousand webs do warp within my breast: Now when unkinder fates did hiin destroy, And thus iu end unto myself I weave

Blest dog, he had the grace, A fast-shut prison, or a closer grave.

That Cloris for him wet with tears her face.

THE SILK-WORM OF LOVE.

CAMPASPE.

EPITAPH.

PAMPHILUS. The bawd of justice, he who laws controllid, Some ladies wed, some love, and some adore them, And made them fawn and frown as he got gold, I like their wanton sport, then care not for them, That Proteus of our state, whose heart and mouth Were farther distant than is north from south, That cormorant who made himself so gross On people's ruin, and the prince's loss,

APELLES ENAMOURED OF CAMPASPE, ALEXAN Is gone to Hell; and though he here did evil,

DER'S MISTRESS.
He there perchance my prove an honest devil.

Poor painter while I sought
To counterfeit by art
The fairest frame which Nature ever wrought,

And having limn'd each part,
A TRANSLATION.

Except ber matchless eyes :
FIERCE robbers were of old

Scarce on those suns I gaz'd, Exil'd the champaign ground,

As lightning falls from skies, From hamlets chas'd, in cities kill’d, or bound,

Whep straight my hand grew weak,my mind amaz'd, And only woods, caves, mountains, did them hold: And ere that pencil half them had expressed, But now, when all is sold,

Love had them drawn, no, grav'd them in my breast.
Woods, mountains, caves, to good men be refuge,
And do the guiltless lodge,
And clad in purple gowns
The greatest thieves command within the towns.

On stars shall I exclaim,
Which thus my fortune change,

Or shall I else revenge
EPITAPII.

Upon myself this shame,

Inconstant monarch, or shall I thee blame TAEN Death thee bath beguild,

Who lets Apelles prove Alecto's first born child;

The sweet delights of Alexander's love? Then thou who thrall'd all laws,

No, stars, myself, and thee, I all forgive,
Now against worms cannot maintain thy cause : And joy that thus I live ;
Yet worms (more just than thou) now do no wrong, Of thee, blind king, my beauty was despis'd,
Since all do wonder they thee spar'd so long; Thou didst not know it, now being known 'tis priz'd.
For though from life thou didst but lately pass,
Twelve springs are gone since thou corrupted was.
Come, citizens, erect to Death an altar,
Who keeps you from axe, fuel, timber, halter.

CORNUCOPIA.
If for one only horn,
Which Nature to him gave,

So famous is the noble uvicorn;
A JEST.

What praise should that man have,

Whose head a lady brave
Is a most holy church, a holy man,

Doth with a goodly pair at once adorn?
Unto a holy saint with visage wan,
And eyes like fountains, mumbled forth a prayer,
And with strange words and sighs made black the air.

LOVE SUFFERS NO PARASOL.
And having long so stay'd, and long long pray'd,
A thousand crosses on himself he laid ;

Those eyes, dear eyes, be spheres
And with some sacred beads hung on his arm,

Where two bright suns are roll'd, His eyes, his mouth, his temples, breast did charm.

That fair hand to behold, Thus not content (strange worship hath no end) Of whitest snow appears : To kiss the earth at last he did pretend,

Then while ye coyly stand And bowing down besought with humble grace,

To hide me from those eyes, An aged woman near to give some place :

Sweet, I would you advise She turn'd, and turning up her bole beneath,

To choose some other fan than that white hand; Said, “Sir, kiss here, for it is all but earth."

For if ye do, for truth most true this know,
Those suns ere long must needs consume warm snow.

PROTEUS OF MARBLE.

UNPLEASANT MUSICK. This is no work of stone,

[none,
Though it seems breathless, cold, and sense hath In fields Ribaldo stray'd,
But that false god which keeps

May's tapestry to see,
The monstrous people of the raging deeps : And hearing on a tree
Now that he doth not change his shape this while, A cuckow sing, sigh'd to himself, and said,
It is thus constant more you to beguile.

“ Lo! how, alas? even birds sit mocking me!"

And if the nymph, once held of him so dear, SLEEPING BEAUTY.

Dorine the fair, would here but shed one tear, O sight, too dearly bought !

Thou should'st in nature's scorn,
She sleeps, and though those eyes,

A purple flow'r see of this marble born.
Which lighten Cupid's skies,
Be clos'd, yet such a grace
Environeth that place,
That I, through wonder, to grow faint am brought:

THE TROJAN HORSE.
Suns, if eclips'd you have such power divine,
What power have I t'endure you when you shine? A HORSE I am, who bit,

Rein, rod, spur, do not fear;

When I my riders bear, • ALCON'S KISS.

Within my womb, not on my back they sit.

No streams I drink, nor care for grass or corn; What others at their ear,

Art me a monster wrought, Two pearls, Camilia at her nose did wear,

All Nature's works to scorn; Which Alcon, who nought saw,

A mother I was without mother born, (For Love is blind) robb'd with a pretty kiss;

In end all arm’d my father I forth brought : But having known his miss,

What thousand ships and champions of renown And felt what ore he from that mine did draw,

Could not do free, captiv'd I raz’d Troy's town. When she to come again did him desire, He fled, and said, foul water quenched fire.

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LOVE YAGABONDING.
THE ROSE.

Sweet nymphs, if as ye stray
Flow'r, which of Adon's blood

Ye find the froth-born goddess of the sea,
Sprang, when of that clear food,

All blubber'd, pale, undone,
Which Venus wept, another white was born, Who seeks her giddy son,
The sweet Cynarean youth thou lively shows; That little god of love,
But this sharp-pointed thorn,

Whose golden shafts your chastest bosons prore; So proud about thy crimson fold that grows, Who leaving all the Heavens hath run away: What doth it represent?

(rent. If aught to him that finds him she'll impart, Boar's teeth, perhaps, his milk-white Aank which Tell her he nightly lodgeth in my heart. O show, in one of unesteemed worth, That both the kill'd and killer setteth fortb!

TO A RIVER.
A LOVER'S PRAYER.

SITH she will not that I
Near to a crystal spring,

Show to the world my joy, With thirst and heat opprest,

Thou, who oft mine annoy Narcissa fair doth rest,

[bring, Hast heard, dear flood, tell Thetis, if thou can, Trees, pleasant trees, which those green plains forth That not a happier man Now interlace your trembling tops above,

Doth breath beneath the sky. And make a canopy unto my love;

More sweet, more white, more fair,
So in Heaven's highest house, when Sun appears, Lips, hands, and amber hair,
Aurora may you cherish with her tears.

Tell, none did ever touch;
A smaller, daintier waist

Tell, never was embrac'd;
IOLAS' EPITAPH.

But peace, since she forbids thee tell too much.
Here dear Jolas lies,
Who whilst he liv'd in beauty did surpass
That boy, whose heavenly eyes
Brought Cypris from above,
Or him to death who look'd in wat'ry glass, Such Lida, is, that who her sees,
Even judge the god of love.

Through envy, or through love, straight dies,

LIDA.

PHRÆNE.

THE CRUELTY OF RORA.

AOVIẢn sisters, help my Phræne's praise to tell, Whilst sighing forth his wrongs, Phræne, heart of my heart, with whom the graces In sweet though doleful songs, dwell;

Alexis sought to charm his Rora's ears, For I surcharged am so sore that I not know

The hills were heard to moan, What first to praise of her, her breast, or neck of To sigh each spring appear’d,

(tears, snow,

[eyes, Trees, hardest trees, through rhind distilld their Her cheeks with roses spread, or her two sur-like And soft grew every stone : Her teeth of brightest pearl, her lips where sweet

But tears, nor sighs, nor songs could Rora move, ness lies :

[forth, For she rejoiced at his plaint and love. But those so praise themselves, being to all eyes set That, Muses, ye need not to say aught of their worth; Then her white swelling paps essay for to make known,

[are shown; But her white swelling paps through smallest veil Yet she hath something else, more worthy than the This first and last of joys,

Hark, happy lovers, hark,
rest,

This sweet'ner of annoys,
Not seen; gosing of that which lies beneath her breast, This nectar of the gods,
And mounts like fair Parnasse, where Pegase well You call a kiss, is with itself at odds ;
doth run-

And half so sweet is not
Here Phræne stay'd my Museere she had well begun. In equal measure got,

At light of Sun, as it is in the dark :
Hark, happy lovers, hark.

A KISS.

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PHILLIS.

DESIRED DEATII,

In petticoat of green, Dear life, while I do touch

Her hair about her eine, These coral ports of bliss,

Phillis, beneath an oak, Which still themselves do kiss,

Sat milking ber fair flock: And sweetly me invite to do as much,

'Mongst that sweet-strained moisture (rare delight) All panting in my lips,

Her hand seem'd milk, in milk it was so white, My heart my life doth leave, No sense my senses have, And inward powers do find a strange eclipse : This death so heavenly well Doth so me please, that I Would never longer seek in sense to dwell,

To forge to mighty Jove
If that even thus I only could but die.

The thunderbolts above,
Nor on this round below
Rich Midas' skill to know,
And make all gold I touch,

Do I desire; it for me too much:
Ir for to be alone, and all the night to wander,

Of all the arts practis'd beneath the sky, Maids can prove chaste, then chaste is Phoebe with. I would but Phillis’ lapidary be.

out slander.

A WISI.

PH(EBE.

NISA.

ANSWER.

Nisa, Palemon's wife, him weeping told
Fool, still to be alone, all night in Heaven to wander, He kept not grammer rules, now being old;
Would make the wanton chaste, then she's chaste For why, quoth she, position false make ye,
without slander.

Putting a short thing where a long should be.

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