His lambs were him beside ; A widow turtle near on bared root Each thing both sweet and sad To think, and think with pain, Of Mira's beams eclips'd by absence bad. * O si sic omnia! From a longer piece. As I my little flock on Ister bank, A little flock, but well my pipe they couth, Did piping lead, the sun already sank Beyond our world, and e'er I got my booth, Each thing with mantle black the night did scoth : Saving the glow-worm, which would courteous be Of that small light oft watching shepherds see. The welkin had full niggardly enclosed In coffer of dark clouds his silver groats, Y'cleped stars; each thing to rest disposed, The caves were full, the mountains void of goats. Amid my sheep, though I saw naught to fear, M 1 The song I sang old Lanquet had me taught, For faithful heart, clean hands, and mouth as true; He said the music best thilk powers pleased, And lowest sink not down to jot of ill : With old true tales he wont mine ears to fill, How shepherds were of yore, how now they thrive, Spoiling their flocks, the while 'twixt them they strive. He liked me, but pitied lustful youth: His good strong staff my slippery years upbore; But thus in oak's true shade recounted he, *. * * * * * * * Hubert Languet, justly praised in this extract, was a Frenchman, born at Viteaux in 1518. He was converted to the protestant faith by reading the works of Melancthon, and afterwards entered into the service of the reformed princes of Germany. A series of his letters to Sir Philip Sidney is extant, which exhibits him to great advantage, as a profound scholar, a wise and prudent adviser, and a firm friend. He died at Antwerp in 1581, leaving behind him the character of being one of the most learned men, and ablest politieians of his time. Sonnet. Since nature's works be good, and death doth serve Which were not ill well viewed in reason's light. And let us hold the bliss of peaceful mind: Let mother earth now deck herself with flowers, But like the turtles fair, Live one in two a well united pair; Which that no chance may stain, O Hymen long their coupled joys maintain. O Heaven awake, shew forth thy stately face," Like to the elm and vine, With mutual embraces them to twine: In which delightful pain, O Hymen long their coupled joys maintain Ye muses all which chaste affects allow, And have to Thyrsis shewed your secret skilf, To this chaste love your sacred favours bow, And so in him and her your gifts distil That they all vice may kill: And like to lillys pure, May please all eyes, and spotless may endure. Where that all bliss may reign O Hymen long their coupled joys maintain. Ye nymphs that in the waters empire have, Since Thyrsis music oft doth yield your praise, Grant us the thing which we for Thyrsis crave, Let one time but long since close up their days, One grave their bodies seize ; And like two rivers sweet When they though divers, do together meet, One stream both streams contain : O Hymen long their coupled joys maintain. Pan, father Pan, the god of silly sheep, Whose care is cause that they in number grow, Have much more care of them that them do keep, Since from these good the other's good doth flow, And make their issue show, In number like the herd, Of younglings which thyself with care hast reared. Or like the drops of rain O Hymen long their coupled joys maintain. Virtue, if not a god, yet god's chief part, Be thou the knot of this their open vow; That still he be her head, she be his heart; He lean to her, she up to him do bow: Each other still allow; Like oak and mistletoe, Her strength from him, his praise from her do grow; In which most lovely train O Hymen long their coupled joys maintain. But thou foul Cupid sire to lawless lust, Be thou far hence with thy empoison'd dart, Which though of glittering gold shall here take rust, Where simple love, which chasteness doth impart, Avoids thy hurtful art, Not needing charming skill Such minds with sweet affections for to fill, Which being pure and plain, O Hymen long their coupled joys maintain. All churlish words, shrewd answers, crabbed looks, All stirring husband's hate 'Gainst neighbour's good for womanish debate, Be fled as things most vain : O Hymen long their coupled joys maintain. All peacock pride, and fruits of peacock's pride, Yet let not sluttery The sink of filth, be counted housewifery: But, keeping wholesome mean, Hymen long their coupled joys maintain. |