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With which I'll pave and overspread
My bottom, where her foot shall tread.
The best of fishes in my flood
Shall give themselves to be her food.
The trout, the dace, the pike, the bream,
The eel, that loves the troubled stream,
The miller's thumb, the hiding loach,
The perch, the ever-nibbling roach,
The shoates with whom is Tavy fraught,
The foolish gudgeon, quickly caught,
And last the little minnow fish,
Whose chief delight in gravel is. *

THE WATER-GODS RESTORE MARINA, ADMINISTER AN OBLIVIOus DRAUGHT, AND CONDUCT HER TO A GROVE. THE GROVE DESCRIBED; TREES AND THEIR QUALITIES.

Then walked they to a grove but near at hand,
Where fiery Titan had but small command,
Because the leaves conspiring kept his beams,
For fear of hurting, when he is in extremes,
The under-flowers, which did enrich the ground.
With sweeter scents than in Arabia found. [hale,
The earth doth yield, which they through pores ex-
Earth's best of odors, the aromatical :
Like to that smell, which oft our sense descries
Within a field which long unploughed lies,
Somewhat before the setting of the sun;
And where the rainbow in the horizon

Doth pitch her tips; or as when in the prime,
The earth being troubled with a drought long time,
The hand of heaven his spongy clouds doth strain,
And throws into her lap a shower of rain;
She sendeth up (conceived from the sun)
A sweet perfume and exhalation.

Not all the ointments brought from Delos' isle,
Nor from the confines of seven-headed Nile;
Nor that brought whence Phoenicians have abodes;
Nor Cyprus' wild vine-flowers; nor that of Rhodes;
Nor rose's oil from Naples, Capua;

Saffron confected in Cilicia;

Nor that of quinces, nor of marjoram,

That ever from the isle of Coōs came.

Nor these, nor any else, though ne'er so rare,
Could with this place for sweetest smells compare.
There stood the elm, whose shade so mildly dim
Doth nourish all that groweth under him.
Cypress that like pyramids run topping,
And hurt the least of any by their dropping.
The alder, whose fat shadow nourisheth,
Each plant set near to him long flourisheth.
The heavy-headed plane-tree, by whose shade
The grass grows thickest, men are fresher made.
The oak, that best endures the thunder shocks;
The everlasting ebony, cedar, box;
The olive that in wainscot never cleaves;
The amorous vine which in the elm still weaves.
The lotus, juniper, where worms ne'er enter:
The pine, with whom men through the ocean venture;
The warlike yew, by which (more than the lance)
The strong-armed English spirits conquered France.

1 See Spenser's Faery Queene, b. i., c. i., st. 8, 9.

Amongst the rest the tamarisk there stood,
For housewives' besoms only known most good.
The cold place-loving birch, and servis tree :
The walnut-loving vales and mulberry,

The maple, ash, that do delight in fountains,
Which have their currents by the sides of mountains.
The laurel, myrtle, ivy, date, which hold
Their leaves all winter, be it ne'er so cold.
The fir, that oftentimes doth rosin drop;
The beech, that scales the welkin with his top.
All these, and thousand more within this grove,
By all the industry of nature strove

To frame an arbor that might keep within it
The best of beauties that the world hath in it.

SIMILE OF THE BRIDAL; MAIDS STREWING RUSHES, HERBS, AND FLOWERS, IN THE PATH OF THE BETROTHED.

As I have seen upon a bridal day
Full many maids clad in their best array,

In honor of the bride, come with their flaskets
Filled full with flowers, others in wicker-baskets
Bring from the marish rushes, to o'erspread
The ground, whereon to church the lovers tread ;
Whilst that the quaintest youth of all the plain
Ushers their way with many a piping strain :
So, as in joy, at this fair river's birth,
Triton came up a channel with his mirth, [turn,
And called the neighboring nymphs, each in her
To pour their pretty rivulets from their urn,
To wait upon this new-delivered spring."
Some running through the meadows, with them bring
Cowslip and mint; and 't is another's lot
To light upon some gardener's curious knot,
Whence she upon her breast (love's sweet repose)
Doth bring the queen of flowers, the English rose.
Some from the fen bring reeds, wild-thyme from

downs;

Some from a grove the bay that poets crowns ;
Some from an aged rock the moss hath torn,
And leaves him naked unto winter's storm :
Another from her banks, in mere good will,
Brings nutriment for fish, the camomill.
Thus all bring somewhat, and do overspread
The way the spring unto the sea doth tread.

STREAM COMPARED TO THE UNSUCCESSFUL RHYMESTER AUTHOR. -THE COURSE AND ACTION OF A STREAM.

Thus while the flood which yet the rock up-pent, And suffered not with jocund merriment To tread rounds in his spring, came rushing forth, As angry that his waves, he thought, of worth Should not have liberty, nor help the prime. And as some ruder swain, composing rhyme, Spends many a gray goose-quill unto the handle, Buries within his socket many a candle, Blots paper by the quire, and dries up ink, As Xerxes' army did whole rivers drink, Hoping thereby his name his work should raise, That it should live until the last of days; Which finished, he boldly doth address Him and his works to undergo the press;

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When, lo, O fate! his work not seeming fit
To walk in equipage with better wit,

Is kept from light, there gnawn by moths and worms,
At which he frets right so this river storms.
But broken forth, as Tavy creeps upon
The western vales of fertile Albion,
Here dashes roughly on an aged rock,
That his intended passage doth up-lock;
There intricately 'mongst the woods doth wander,
Losing himself in many a wry meander;
Here amorously bent, clips some fair mead;
And, then dispersed in rills, doth measure tread
Upon her bosom 'mongst her flowery ranks;
There in another place bears down the banks
Of some day-laboring wretch; here meets a rill,
And with their forces joined cut out a mill
Into an island, then in jocund guise
Surveys his conquest, lauds his enterprise ;
Here digs a cave at some high mountain's foot;
There undermines an oak, tears up his root;
Thence rushing to some country farm at hand,
Breaks o'er the yeoman's mounds, sweeps from his
His harvest hope of wheat, of rye, or peas, [land
And makes that channel which was shepherd's lease.

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* THE SLEEP OF INNOCENCE; NURSE; BABE; THE DEAD GIRL. But as when some kind nurse doth long time keep Her pretty babe at suck, whom fallen asleep She lays down in his cradle, stints his cry With many a sweet and pleasing lullaby; Whilst the sweet child, not troubled with the shock, As sweetly slumbers as his nurse doth rock. So laid the maid, the amazed swain sat weeping, And death in her was dispossessed by sleeping. The roaring voice of winds, the billows' raves, Nor all the muttering of the sullen waves, Could once disquiet, or her slumber stir; But lulled her more asleep than wakened her. Such are their states whose souls from foul offence Enthronéd sit in spotless innocence.

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The mounting lark (day's herald) got on wing,
Bidding each bird choose out his bough and sing.
The lofty treble sung the little wren;

Robin the mean, that best of all loves men ;
The nightingale the tenor, and the thrush
The counter-tenor sweetly in a bush :
And, that the music might be full in parts,
Birds from the groves flew with right willing hearts;
But, as it seemed, they thought (as do the swains
Who tune their pipes on sacked Hibernia's plains)
There should some droning part be, therefore willed
Some bird to fly into a neighboring field,
In embassy unto the king of bees,

To aid his partners on the flowers and trees :
Who condescending gladly flew along
To bear the bass to his well-tunéd song.

The crow was willing they should be beholden
For his deep voice; but, being hoarse with scolding,
He thus lends aid upon an oak doth climb,
And, nodding with his head, so keepeth time.

O, true delight! enharboring the breasts
Of those sweet creatures with the plumy crests.
Had Nature unto man such simpl'esse given,
He would, like birds, be far more near to heaven.

THE SHEPHERDS' HOLIDAY; DANCE; NAMES. Come, drive your sheep to their appointed feeding, And make you one at this, our merry meeting. Full many a shepherd with his lovely lass Sit telling tales upon the clover grass; There is the merry shepherd of the hole; Thenot, Piers, Nilkin, Duddy, Hobbinoll, Alexis, Silvan, Teddy of the glen, Rowly, and Perigot, here by the fen, With many more, I cannot reckon all That meet to solemnize this festival.

I grieve not at their mirth, said Doridon; Yet had there been of feasts not any one, Appointed or commanded, you will say,

• Where there's content 't is ever holiday.'

Leave further talk, quoth Remond, let's be gone, I'll help you with your sheep, the time draws on. Fida will call the hind, and come with us.

Thus went they on, and Remond did discuss Their cause of meeting, till they won with pacing The circuit chosen for the maiden's tracing.

SCENE OF THE DANCE DESCRIBED; THE MUSIC AND MAIDS.

It was a rundle seated on a plain,
That stood as sentinel unto the main,
Environed round with trees and many an arbor,
Wherein melodious birds did nightly harbor;
And on a bough within the quickening spring,
Would be a-teaching of their young to sing;
Whose pleasing notes the tired swain have made
To steal a nap at noontide in the shade.
Nature herself did there in triumph ride,
And made that place the ground of all her pride.
Whose various flowers deceived the rasher eye,
In taking them for curious tapestry.

A silver spring forth of a rock did fall,
That in a drought did serve to water all.

Upon the edges of a grassy bank,

A tuft of trees grew circling in a rank,
As if they seemed their sports to gaze upon,
Or stood as guard against the wind and sun :
So fair, so fresh, so green, so sweet a ground,
The piercing eyes of heaven yet never found.
Here Doridon already met doth see,
(0, who would not at such a meeting be?)
Where he might doubt, who gave to other grace,
Whether the place the maids, or maids the place.
Here 'gan the reed and merry bagpipe play,
Shrill as a thrush upon a morn of May
(A rural music for a heavenly train),
And every shepherdess danced with her swain.

THE DANCING DESCRIBED.

As when some gale of wind doth nimbly take A fair, white lock of wool, and with it make Some pretty driving; here it sweeps the plain, There stays, here hops, there mounts, and turns Yet all so quick, that none so soon can say [again; That now it stops, or leaps, or turns away: So was their dancing, none looked thereupon, But thought their several motions to be one.

A crooked measure was their first election, Because all crooked tends to best perfection. And as I ween this often bowing measure Was chiefly framed for the women's pleasure, Though, like the rib, they crooked are and bending, Yet to the best of forms they aim their ending: Next in an (I) their measure made a rest, Showing when love is plainest it is best. Then in a (Y) which thus doth love commend, Making of two at first, one in the end. And lastly closing in a round do enter, Placing the lusty shepherds in the centre: About the swains they dancing seemed to roll, As other planets round the heavenly pole. Who, by their sweet aspect or chiding frown, Could raise a shepherd up or cast him down.

THE SHEPHERD'S DANCING SONG.

Thus were they circled till a swain came near, And sent this song unto each shepherd's ear: The note and voice so sweet, that for such mirth The gods would leave the heavens and dwell on earth:

Happy are you so enclosed,
May the maids be still disposéd,

In their gestures and their dances,
So to grace you with entwining,
That envy wish in such combining,
Fortune's smile with happy chances.
Here it seems as if the graces
Measured out the plain in traces,

In a shepherdess disguising.
Are the spheres so nimbly turning,
Wand'ring lamps in heaven burning,
To the eye so much enticing?
Yes, heaven means to take these thither,
And add one joy to see both dance together.

Gentle nymphs, be not refusing,
Love's neglect is Time's abusing,

They and beauty are but lent you;
Take the one and keep the other :
Love keeps fresh what age doth smother,

Beauty gone you will repent you. "T will be said, when ye have provéd, Never swains more truly loved;

O, then fly all nice behavior. Pity fain would, as her duty, Be attending still on beauty,

Let her not be out of favor. Disdain is now so much rewarded, That pity weeps since she is unregarded.

THE LOVE POSIES' PRESENTED.

The measure and the song here being ended,
Each swain his thoughts thus to his love commended:
The first presents his dog, with these:
When I my flock near you do keep,
And bid my dog go take a sheep,
He clean mistakes what I bid do,
And bends his pace still towards you.
Poor wretch, he knows more care I keep
To get you than a silly sheep.
The second, his pipe, with these :

Bid me to sing, fair maid, my song shall prove,
That ne'er has truer pipe sung truer love.
The third, a pair of gloves, thus:

These will keep your hands from burning,
Whilst the sun is swiftly turning;
But who can any veil devise

To shield my heart from your fair eyes?
The fourth, an anagram. - Maiden aid men :
Maidens should be aiding men,
And for love give love again :

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The fifth, a ring, with a picture in a jewel on it: Nature hath framed a gem beyond compare, The world's the ring, but you the jewel are. The sixth, a nosegay of roses, with a nettle in it: Such is the poesie love composes,

A stinging-nettle mixed with roses.
The seventh, a girdle:

This during light I give to clip your waist;
Fair, grant mine arms that place when day is past.

THE DANCE DISTURBED BY AN ALARM.

Whilst every one was offering at the shrine Of such rare beauties might be styled divine, This lamentable voice towards them flies : 'O Heaven, send aid, or else a maiden dies!' Herewith some ran the way the voice them led; Some with the maidens stayed, who shook for dread; What was the cause time serves not now to tell.— Hark! for my jolly wether rings his bell, And almost all our flocks have left to graze ; Shepherds, 't is almost night, hie home apace; When next we meet, as we shall meet ere long, I'll tell the rest in some ensuing song.

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