He either fears his fate too much, But I must rule and govern still If in the empire of thy heart, But if thou wilt be constant then, I'll serve thee in such noble ways Was never heard before; I'll crown and deck thee all with bays, And love thee ever more. PART SECOND. My dear and only love, take heed, And let all longing lovers feed A marble wall then build about, But if thou let thy heart fly out, Let not their oaths, like volleys shot, Make any breach at all; Nor smoothness of their language plot I think thy virtues be too strong Or if by fraud, or by consent, Nor march by tuck of drum; Thy falsehood to deplore, And bitterly will sigh and weep, I'll do with thee as Nero did And scorn to shed a tear to see Yet, for the love I bore thee once, That every pilgrim passing by May pity and deplore My case, and read the reason why I can love thee no more. The golden laws of love shall be A simple heart, a single eye, A true and constant tongue; Let no man for more love pretend Then he has hearts in store; True love begun shall never end; Love one and love no more. Then shall thy heart be set by mine, For mine was true, so was not thine, For as the waves with every wind, So sail'st thou every shore, And leav'st my constant heart behind. My heart shall with the sun be fixed And thine shall with the moon be mixed, Thy beauty shined at first more bright, And woe is me therefore, That ever I found thy love so light I could love thee no more! The misty mountains, smoking lakes, The whistling wind that murmur makes, The tossing seas, the tumbling boats, Shall tune with me their turtle notes - As doth the turtle, chaste and true, And daily mourns for his adieu, And when all gallants ride about Whereon is written, in and out, Thou traitorous and untrue; And when that tracing goddess Fame How thou hast loved me; And how in odds our love was such As few have been before; Thou loved too many, and I too much, So I can love no more. THE MONARCHY OF SPAIN. (From "Epistolæ Ho-Elianæ," letters of James Howell, Esq., published at London in 1645.) TO THE LORD VICOUNT CCL. FROM MADRID. RIGHT HONBLE, Your Lopps. of the third Current, came to safe hand, and being now upon point of parting with this Court I thought it worth the labor to send your Lopp. a short survay of the Monarchy of Spain; a bold undertaking your Lopp. will say, to comprehend within the narrow bounds of a letter such a huge bulk, but as in the bosse of a small Diamond ring, one may discern the image of a mighty mountain, so I will endeavour that your Lopp. may behold the power of this great King in this paper. Spain hath bin alwayes esteemed a Countrey of ancient renown, and as it is incident to all other, she hath had her vicissitudes, and turns of Fortune: She hath bin thrice overcome, by the Romans, by the Goths, and by the Moores: the middle Conquest continueth to this day; for this King and most of the Nobilitie professe themselves to have descended of the Goths; the Moores kept here about 700. years, and it is a remarkable Story how they got in first; which was thus upon good record. There raignd in Spain Don Rodrigo, who kept his Court then at Malaga; He emploid the Conde Don Julian Ambassador to Barbary, who had a Daughter, (a young beautifull Lady) that was Maid of Honor to the Queen: The King spying her one day refreshing her self under an Arbour, fell enamor'd with her, and never left till he had deflowrd her: She resenting much the dishonor, writ a letter to her father in Barbary under this Allegory, That there was a fair green Apple upon the table, and the Kings poignard fell upon't and cleft it in two. Don Julian apprehending the meaning, got letters of revocation, and came back to Spain, where he so complied with the King, that he became his Favorite : Amongst other things he advis'd the King that in regard he was now in Peace with all the World, he would dismisse his Gallies and Garrisons that were up and down the Sea Coasts, because it was a superfluous charge. This being don and the Countrey left open to any Invader, he prevaild with the King to have leave to go with his Lady to see their friends in Tarragona, which was 300. miles off: Having bin there a while, his Lady made semblance to be sick, and so sent to petition the King, that her daughter Donna Cava (whom they had left at Court to satiat the Kings lust) might come to comfort her a while; Cava came, and the gate through which she went forth is call'd after her name to this day in Malaga: Don Julian having all his chief kindred there, he saild over to Barbary, and afterwards brought over the King of Morocco, and others with an Army, who suddenly invaded Spain, lying armless and open, and so conquer'd it. Don Rodrigo died gallantly in the field, but what became of Don Julian, who for a particular revenge betrayed his own Countrey, no Story makes mention. A few years before this happend, Rodrigo came to Toledo, where under the great Church there was a vault with huge iron doores, and none of his Predecessors durst open it, because there was an old Prophesie, That when that vault was open'd Spain should be conquered; Rodrigo, slighting the Prophesie, caus'd the doors to be broke open, hoping to find there some Treasure, but when he entred, there was nothing found but the pictures of Moors, of such men that a little after fulfilld the Prophesie. Yet this last conquest of Spain was not perfect, for divers parts North-west kept still under Christian Kings, specially Biscay, which was never conquer'd, as Wales in Britanny, and the Biscayners have much Analogy with the Welsh in divers things: They retain to this day the originall Language of |