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And with leaves and flowers do cover
A Dirge. Hark, now every thing is still ; The screech-owl, and the whistler shrill, Call upon our dame aloud, And bid her quickly d'on her shroud. Much ye had of land and rent ; Your length in clay now's competent. A long war disturb’d the mind: Here the perfect peace is signed. Of what is't fools make such vain keeping 2 Sin, their conception; their birth, weeping: Their life, a general mist of error, Their death, a hideous storm of terror. Strew the hair with powder sweet, D'on clean linen, bathe the feet: And (the foul fiend more to check) A crucifix let bless the neck. 'Tis now full tide 'tween night and day: End the groan, and come away.
Dula. I could never have the pow'r
Or if not, give me all that I shall see at last.
FROM THE LITTLE FRENch LAwYER.
This way, this way, come and hear,
FROM valentin LAN.
Hear ye, ladies that despise,
Hear ye, ladies that are coy, What the mighty love can do; Fear the fierceness of the boy; The chaste moon he makes to wooe: Vesta, kindling holy fires, Circled round about with spies, Never dreaming loose desires, Doating at the altar dies; Ilion, in a short hour, higher He can build, and once more fire. Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes, Brother to Death, sweetly thyself dispose On this afflicted prince: fall like a cloud, ln gentle showers; give nothing that is loud Or painful to his slumbers; easy, sweet, And as a purling stream, thou son of night, Pass by his troubled senses; sing his pain, Like hollow murmuring wind, or silver rain. Into this prince gently, oh, gently slide, And kiss him into slumbers like a bride!
God Lyteus, ever young,
Such as no mortals use to tread,
Solo. More pleasing were those sweet delights, If ladies mov'd as well as knights; Run every one of you, and catch A nymph, in honour of this match, And whisper boldly in her ear, Jove will but laugh, if you forswear!
Chorus. And this day's sins, he doth resolve, That we his priests should all absolve. Ye should stay longer if we durst: Away alas, that he that first Gave time wild wings to fly away, Hath now no power to make him stay! But tho’ these games must needs be play'd, I would this pair, when they are laid, And not a creature nigh 'em, Could catch his scythe as he doth pass, And cut his wings, and break his glass, And keep him ever by 'em. Peace and silence be the guide To the man, and to the bride 1 If there be a joy yet new In marriage, let it fall on you, That all the world may wonder 1 If we should stay, we should do worse, And turn our blessing to a curse, By keeping you asunder.
proM The FAlthful, shepherdess. Satyr. Thorough yon same bending plain That flings his arms down to the main, And thro' these thick woods have I run, Whose bottom never kiss'd the sun Since the lusty spring began, All to please my master Pan, Have I trotted without rest To get him fruit; for at a feast He entertains, this coming night, His paramour, the Syrinx bright. But, behold a fairer sight ! By that heav'nly form of thine, Brightest fair, thou art divine, Sprung from great immortal race Of the gods; for in thy face Shines more awful majesty, Than dull weak mortality Dare with misty eyes behold,
And live Therefore on this mould,
River God. What pow'rful charms my streams do
Back again unto their spring, [bring
Than orient pearl, and far more pure Than unchaste flesh may endure.
See, she pants, and from her flesh The warm blood gusheth out afresh. She is an unpolluted maid; I must have this bleeding staid. From my banks I pluck this flow'r With holy hand, whose virtuous pow'r Is at once to heal and draw. The blood returns. I never saw A fairer mortal. Now doth break Her deadly slumber: Virgin, speak. [breath, Amo. Who hath restor'd my sense, giv'n me new And brought me back out of the arms of death God. I have heal'd thy wounds. Amo. Ah me ! God. Fear not him that succour'd thee: I am this fountain's God! Below My waters to a river grow, And 'twixt two banks with osiers set, That only prosper in the wet, Thro' the meadows do they glide, Wheeling still on ev'ry side, Sometimes winding round about, To find the even'st channel out. And if thou wilt go with me, Leaving mortal company, In the cool stream shalt thou lie, Free from harm as well as I: I will give thee for thy food No fish that useth in the mud : But trout and pike, that love to swim Where the gravel from the brim Thro' the pure streams may be seen: Orient pearl fit for a queen, Will I give, thy love to win, And a shell to keep them in: Not a fish in all my brook That shall disobey thy look, But, when thou wilt, come sliding by, And from thy white hand take a fly. And to make thee understand How I can my waves command, They shall bubble whilst I sing, Sweeter than the silver string.
Do not fear to put thy feet Naked in the river sweet; Think not leech, or newt, or toad, Will bite thy foot, when thou hast trod; Nor let the water rising high, As thou wad'st in, make thee cry And sob; but ever live with me, And not a wave shall trouble thee: All ye woods, and trees, and bow’rs, All ye virtues and ye pow'rs That inhabit in the lakes, In the pleasant springs or brakes, Move your feet To our sound, Whilst we greet All this ground,
What bird so sings, yet so does wail?
song. To cella.
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
FROM A celebration OF CHARIS.
See the chariot at hand here of Love,
Do but look on her eyes, they do light
Have you seen but a bright lily grow, Before rude hands have touch'd it? Ha' you mark'd but the fall o' the snow
Cruel now, and then as kind?