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Wake now, my love, awake! for it is time: | Set all your things in seemely good aray,
The rosy Morne long since left Tithones bed, Fit for so joyfull day,
All ready to her silver coche to clyme, | The joyfulst day that ever sunne did see.
And Phæbus gins to shew his glorious hed. Faire Sun, shew forth thy favourable ray,
Hark how the cheerefull birds do chaunt And let thy lifull heat not fervent be,
theyr laies,

For feare of burning her sunshyny face, And carroll of loves praise !

Her beauty to disgrace.

120 The merry larke hir mattins sings aloft, 80 O fayrest Phæbus, father of the Muse, The thrush replyes, the mavis descant playes, If ever I did honour thee aright, The ouzell shrills, the ruddock warbles soft, Or sing the thing that mote thy mind deSo goodly all agree, with sweet consent,

light, To this dayes merriment.

Doe not thy servants simple boone refuse, Ab! my deere love, why doe ye sleepe

But let this day, let this one day be myne, thus long,

Let all the rest be thine. When meeter were that ye should now | Then I thy soverayne prayses loud wil sing, awake,

That all the woods shal answer, and theyr T' awayt the comming of your joyous make,

eccho ring. And hearken to the birds love-learned song, The deawy leaves among ?

Harke how the minstrels gin to shrill aloud For they of joy and pleasance to you sing, Their merry musick that resounds from far, That all the woods them answer, and theyr The pipe, the tabor, and the trembling croud, eccho ring.


That well agree withouten breach or jar. 132

But most of all the damzels doe delite, My love is now awake out of her dreame, When they their tymbrels smyte, And her fayre eyes, like stars that dimmed And thereunto doe daunce and carrol sweet, were

That all the sences they doe ravish quite, With darksome cloud, now shew theyr good- | The whyles the boyes run up and downe the ly beams

street, More bright then Hesperus his head doth Crying aloud with strong confused noyce, rere.

As if it were one voyce. Come now, ye damzels, daughters of de · Hymen, lö Hymen, Hymen,' they do shout, light,

That even to the heavens theyr shouting Helpe quickly her to dight.

shrill But first come ye, fayre Houres, which Doth reach, and all the firmament doth fill; were begot,

To which the people, standing all about, In Joves sweet paradice, of Day and Night, | As in approvance doe thereto applaud, Which doe the seasons of the year allot, 100 And loud advaunce her laud, And al that ever in this world is fayre And evermore they ·Hymen, Hymen’sing, Do make and still repayre.

That al the woods them answer, and theyr And ye three handmayds of the Cyprian

eccho ring. Queene, The which doe still adorne her beauties pride, Loe! where she comes along with portly Helpe to addorne my beautifullest bride:

pace, And as ye her array, still throw betweene Lyke Phæbe, from her chamber of the east, Some graces to be seene:

Arysing forth to run her mighty race, 150 And as ye use to Venus, to her sing,

Clad all in white, that seemes a virgin best. The whiles the woods shal answer, and your So well it ber beseemes, that ye would weene eccho ring.

Some angell she had beene.

Her long loose yellow locks lyke golden Now is my love all ready forth to come: 110

wyre, Let all the virgins therefore well awayt, Sprinckled with perle, and perling flowres And ye fresh boyes, that tend upon her

atweene, groome,

Doe lyke a golden mantle her attyre, Prepare your selves, for he is comming And being crowned with a girland greene, strayt.

Seeme lyke some mayden queene.



Her modest eyes, abashed to behold

Had ye once seene these her celestial threaSo many gazers as on her do stare, 160


200 Upon the lowly ground affixed are;

And unrevealed pleasures, Ne dare lift up her countenance too bold, Then would ye wonder, and her prayses sing, But blush to heare her prayses sung so loud, That al the woods should answer, and your So farre from being proud.

echo ring Nathlesse doe ye still loud her prayses sing, That all the woods may answer, and your Open the temple gates unto my love, eccho ring.

Open them wide that she may enter in,

Aud all the postes adorne as doth behove, Tell me, ye merchants daughters, did ye see And all the pillours deck with girlands trim, So fayre a creature in your towne before, For to receyve this saynt with honour dew, So sweet, so lovely, and so mild as she, That commeth in to you.

209 Adornd with beautyes grace and vertues With trembling steps and humble reverence, store ?

170 She commeth in before th’Almighties vew: Her goodly eyes lyke saphyres shining Of ber, ye virgins, learne obedience, bright,

When so ye come into those holy places, Her forehead yvory white,

To humble your proud faces. Her cheekes lyke apples which the sun hath Bring her up to th' high altar, that she may rudded,

The sacred ceremonies there partake, Her lips lyke cherryes charming men to The which do endlesse matrimony make; byte,

And let the roring organs loudly play Her brest like to a bowle of creame un | The praises of the Lord in lively notes,

The whiles with hollow throates Her paps lyke lyllies budded,

The choristers the joyous antheme sing, Her sowie necke lyke to a marble towre, That al the woods may answere, and their And all her body like a pallace fayre,

eccho ring. Ascending uppe, with many a stately stayre, To honors seat and chastities sweet bowre. Behold, whiles she before the altar stands, Why stand ye still, ye virgins, in amaze, 181 | Hearing the holy priest that to her speakes, Upon her so to gaze,

And blesseth her with his two happy bands, Wbiles ye forget your former lay to sing, How the red roses flush up in her cheekes, To which the woods did answer, and your And the pure snow with goodly vermill eccbo ring?


Like crimsin dyde in grayne: But if ye saw that which no eyes can see, That even th' angels, which continually The inward beauty of her lively spright, About the sacred altare doe remaine, 230 Garnisht with heavenly guifts of bigh de Forget their service and about her fly, gree,

Ofte peeping in her face, that seemes more Much more then would ye wonder at that

fayre, sight,

The more they on it stare. And stand astonisht lyke to those which But her sad eyes, still fastened on the ground, red

Are governed with goodly modesty, Medusaes mazeful hed.

190 That suffers not one looke to glaunce awry, There dwels sweet Love, and constant Chas Which may let in a little thought unsownd.

Why blush ye, love, to give to me your baud, Unspotted Fayth, and comely Womanhood, The pledge of all our band ? Regard of Honour, and mild Modesty; Sing, ye sweet angels, Alleluya sing, 240 There Vertue raynes as queene in royal That all the woods may answere, and your throne,

eccho ring. And giveth lawes alone, The which the base affections doe obay, Now al is done; bring home the bride againe, And yeeld theyr services unto her will; Bring home the triumph of our victory, Ne thought of thing uncomely ever may Bring home with you the glory of her gaine, Thereto approch to tempt her mind to ill. | With joyance bring her and with jollity.


Never had man more joyfull day then this, Fayre childe of beauty, glorious lampe of Whom heaven would heape with blis.

love, Make feast therefore now all this live long That all the host of heaven in rankes doost day;

lead, This day for ever to me holy is;

Aud guydest lovers through the nightes Poure out the wine without restraint or stay,


290 Poure not by cups, but by the belly full, 251 | How chearefully thou lookest from above, Poure out to all that wull,

And seemst to laugh atweene thy twinkling And sprinkle all the postes and wals with

light, wine,

As joying in the sight That they may sweat, and drunken be with Of these glad many, which for joy doe sing, all.

That all the woods them answer, and their Crowne ye God Bacchus with a coronall,

echo ring! And Hymen also crowne with wreathes of vine;

Now ceasse, ye damsels, your delights foreAnd let the Graces daunce unto the rest,

past; For they can doo it best:

Enough is it that all the day was youres: The whiles the maydens doe theyr carroll Now day is doen, and night is nighing fast: sing,

Now bring the bryde into the brydall boures. To which the woods shal answer, and theyr The night is come, now soone her disaray, 300 eccho ring.


And in her bed her lay;

Lay her in lillies and in violets, Ring ye the bels, ye yong men of the towne, And silken courteins over her display, And leave your wonted labors for this day: And odourd sheetes, and Arras coverlets. This day is holy; doe ye write it downe, | Behold how goodly my faire love does ly, That ye for ever it remember may.

In proud humility! This day the sunne is in his chiefest hight, Like unto Maia, when as Jove her tooke, With Barnaby the bright,

In Tenipe, lying on the flowry gras, From whence declining daily by degrees, Twixt sleepe and wake, after she weary was He somewhat loseth of his heat and light, With bathing in the Acidalian brooke. 310 When once the Crab behind his back he sees. Now it is night, ye damsels may be gon, But for this time it ill ordained was, 270 And leave my love alone, To chose the longest day in all the yeare, And leave likewise your former lay to sing: And shortest night, when longest fitter The woods no more shal answere, nor your weare:

echo ring. Yet never day so long, but late would passe. Ring ye the bels, to make it weare away,

| Now welcome, night! thou night so long And bonefiers make all day,

expected, And daunce about them, and about them sing: | That long daies labour doest at last defray, That all the woods may answer, and your And all my cares, which cruell Love coleccho ring.


Hast sumd in one, and cancelled for aye : Ah! when will this long weary day have end, Spread thy broad wing over my love and me, And lende me leave to come unto my love? | That no man may us see,

320 How slowly do the houres theyr numbers | And in thy sable mantle us enwrap, spend !

280 | From feare of perrill and foule horror free. How slowly does sad Time his feathers move! Let no false treason seeke us to entrap, Hast thee, O fayrest planet, to thy home Nor any dread disquiet once annoy Within the westerne fome :

The safety of our joy: Thy tyred steedes long since have need of | But let the night be calme and quietsome, rest.

Without tempestuous storms or sad afray : Long though it be, at last I see it gloome, | Lyke as when Jove with fayre Alcmena lay, And the bright evening star with golden When he begot the great Tirynthian groome: creast

Or lyke as when he with thy selfe did lie, Appeare out of the east. | And begot Majesty.



And let the mayds and yongmen cease to All night therefore attend your merry play, sing:

For it will soone be day: Ne let the woods them answer, nor theyr Now none doth hinder you, that say or eccho ring.


Ne will the woods now answer, nor your Let no lamenting cryes, nor dolefull teares, eccho ring

371 Be heard all night within, nor yet without: Ne let false whispers, breeding hidden Who is the same which at my window feares,

peepes? Breake gentle sleepe with misconceived | Or whose is that faire face that shines so dout.

bright? Let no deluding dreames, nor dreadful "Is it not Cinthia, she that never sleepes, sights,

But walkes about high heaven al the night? Make sudden sad affrights;

O fayrest goddesse, do thou not envy Ne let house-fyres, nor lightnings helplesse My love with me to spy: harmes,

340 For thou likewise didst love, though now Ne let the Ponke, nor other evill sprights,

unthought, Ne let mischivous witches with theyr And for a fleece of woll, which privily charmes,

The Latmian shephard once unto thee Ne let hob goblins, names whose sense we

brought, see not,

His pleasures with thee wrought. Fray us with things that be not.

Therefore to us be favorable now; Let not the shriech oule, nor the storke be And sith of wemens labours thou hast heard,

charge, Nor the night raven that still deadly yels, And generation goodly dost enlarge, Nor damned ghosts cald up with mighty | Encline thy will t' effect our wishfull vow, spels,

And the chast wombe informe with timely Nor griesly vultures make us once affeard:

seed, Ne let th' unpleasant quyre of frogs still That may our comfort breed: croking

Till which we cease our hopefull bap to Make us to wish theyr choking. . 350 sing, Let none of these theyr drery accents sing; Ne let the woods us answere, nor our eccho Ne let the woods them answer, nor theyr

ring. eccho ring.

And thou, great Juno, wbich with awful But let stil Silence trew night watches might

390 keepe,

The lawes of wedlock still dost patronize, That sacred Peace may in assurance rayne, And the religion of the faith first plight And tymely Sleep, when it is tyme to sleepe, With sacred rites hast taught to solemnize, May poure his limbs forth on your pleasant And eeke for comfort often called art playne,

Of women in their smart,
The whiles an hundred little winged loves, Eternally bind thou this lovely band,
Like divers fethered doves,

And all thy blessings unto us impart.
Shall fly and flutter round about our bed, And thou, glad Genius, in whose gentle
And in the secret darke, that none reproves,

hand Their prety stealthes shall worke, and The bridale bowre and geniall bed resnares shal spread

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maine, To fileh away sweet snatches of delight, Without blemish or staine, Conceald throngh covert night.

And the sweet pleasures of theyr loves Ye sonnes of Venus, play your sports at delight will:

With secret ayde doest succour and supply, For greedy Pleasure, carelesse of your Till they bring forth the fruitfull progeny, toyes,

Send us the timely fruit of this same night. Thinks more upon her paradise of joyes, And thou, fayre Hebe, and thou, Hymer Then what ye do, albe it good or ill.


400 ERS


Grant that it may so be.

ESPOUSED TO THE TWO WORTHIE Til which we cease your further prayse to GENTLEMEN MASTER HENRY GILFORD, sing,

AND MASTER WILLIAM PETER, ESQUYNe any woods shal answer, nor your eccho ring.

[Publ. 1596.] And ye high heavens, the temple of the CALME was the day, and through the tremgods,


bling ayre In which a thousand torches flaming bright Sweete breathing Zephyrus did softly play, Doe burne, that to us wretched earthly A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay clods

Hot Titans beames, which then did glyster In dreadful darknesse lend desired light, I fayre: And all ye powers which in the same re- | When I, whom sullein care, mayne,

Through discontent of my long fruitlesse More then we men can fayne, Poure out your blessing on us plentiously, In princes court, and expectation vayne And happy influence upon us raine,

Of idle hopes, which still doe fly away, That we may raise a large posterity, Like empty shaddowes, did aflict my Which from the earth, which they may

long possesse
Walkt forth to ease my payne

10 With lasting bappinesse,


Along the shoare of silver streaming Up to your haughty pallaces may mount,

Themmes; And for the guerdon of theyr glorious Whose ratty bancke, the which his river merit,

hemmes, May heavenly tabernacles there inherit, Was paynted all with variable flowers, Of blessed saints for to increase the count. And all the meades adornd with daintie So let us rest, sweet love, in hope of this,

gemmes, And cease till then our tymely joyes to Fit to decke maydens bowres, sing:

And crowne their paramours, The woods no more us answer, nor our Against the brydale day, which is not eccho ring.


Sweete Themmes, runne softly, till I end Song, made in lieu of many ornaments

my song. With which my love should duly have bene dect,

There, in a meadow, by the rivers side, Which cutting off through hasty accidents, A flocke of nymphes I chaunced to espy, 20 Ye would not stay your dew time to ex All lovely daughters of the flood thereby, pect,


With goodly greenish locks all loose untyde, But promist both to recompens,

As each had bene a bryde: Be unto her a goodly ornament,

And each one had a little wicker basket, And for short time an endlesso moniment. Made of fine twigs entrayled curiously,

In which they gathered flowers to fill their


And with fine fingers cropt full feateously

The tender stalkes on hye.

Of every sort, which in that meadow grew, A SPOUSALL VERSE MADE BY They gathered some; the violet pallid blew, EDM. SPENSER

The little dazie, that at evening closes, 31

The virgin lillie, and the primrose trew, IN HONOUR OF THE DOUBLE MARIAGE With store of vermeil roses,

OF THE TWO HONORABLE & VERTUOUS To decke their bridegromes posies
LADIES, THE LADIE ELIZABETH AND Against the brydale day, which was not

long: DAUGHTERS TO THE RIGHT HONOUR | Sweete Themmes, runne softly, till I end ABLE THE EARLE OF WORCESTER AND

my song

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