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And I will make thee beds of
A gown made of the finest wool,
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
NAUGHT is there under heavens wide hollownesse
pierced When such I see, that all for pitty I could dy.
And now it is empassioned so deepe,
20 Far from all peoples prease, as in exile,
press or crowd
Soone as the royall Virgin he did spy,
40 With gaping mouth at her ran greedily, To have attonce devourd her tender corse : But to the pray when as ne drew more ny, His bloody rage aswaged with remorse, And, with the sight amazd, forgat his furious forse. 45 Instead thereof he kist her wearie feet, And lickt her lilly hands with fawning tong; As he her wronged innocence did weet. O how can beautie maister the most strong, And simple truth subdue avenging wrong!
50 Whose yielded pryde and proud submission, Still dreading death, when she had marked long, Her hart gan melt in great compassion; And drizling teares did shed for
affection. “The Lyon, Lord of everie beast in field,” 55 Quoth she, “his princely puissance doth abate, And mightie proud to humble weake does yield, Forgetfull of the hungry rage, which late Him prickt, in pittie of my sad estate : But he, my Lyon, and my noble lord,
60 How does he find in cruell hart to hate Her, that him lovd, and ever most adord As the God of my life? why hath he me abhord ?” Redounding teares did choke the end of her plaint, Which softly echoed from the neighbour wood; 65 And, sad to see her sorrowfull constraint, The kingly beast upon her gazing stood; With pittie calmd, downe fell his angry
mood. At last, in close hart shutting up her payne, Arose the Virgin borne of heavenly brood,
And to her snowy palfrey got agayne,
THE WORLD'S VANITY.
LOOKING far foorth into the ocean wide,
A goodly ship, with banners bravely dight,
Through the maine sea making her merry flight: Faire biew the wind into her bosome right; 6
And the heavens looked lovely all the while ;
And at her owne felicitie did smile.
10 Which stopt her course, and held her by the heele, That winde nor tide could move her thence away.
Straunge thing, me seemeth, that so small a thing Should able be so great an one to wring!
CUPID AND CAMPASPE.
CUPID and my Campaspe play'd
won, and Cupid blind did rise.
A FATHER'S ADVICE TO HIS SON GOING
My blessing with you, And these few precepts in thy memory. Look thou charácter. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportion'd thought his act: Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar : 5 The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel; but, being in, Bear it, that the opposer may beware of thee: