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Spon her shoulder flows her mantling hair, With agony his wringing hands he strains,
Pride marks her brow, and elevates her air ; And strong convulsions stretch his branching veins.
A purple robe behind her sweeps the ground, Learn hence, ye wives: bid vain suspicion cease,
Whose spacious border golden flowers surround; Lose not, in sullen discontent, your peace :
She made Latona's altars cease to flame,

For, when fierce love to jealousy ferments, And of due honours robb'd her sacred name; A thousand doubts and fears the soul inventa; To her own charms she bade fresh incenfe rife, No more the days in pleasing converse flow, And adoration own her brighter eyes.

And nights no more their soft endearments know. Seven daughters from her fruitful loins were born, There on the picce the Volscian queen expir'd, Seven graceful soos her nuptial bed adorn, The love of spoils her female bosom fir'd. Who, for a mother's arrogant disdain,

Gay Chloreus' arms attract her loriging eyes, Were by Latona's double offspring rain.

And for the painted plume and helm the fighe ; Here Phæbus his unnerring arrow drew,

Fearless the follows, bent on gaudy prey, And from his rising steed her first-born threw; Till an ill-fated dart obstructs her way ; His opening fingers drop the flacken'd rein, Down drops che martial maid; the bloody ground And the pale corse falls headlong to the plain.

Floats with a torrent from the purple wound; Beneath her pencil here two wrestlers bend, The mournful nymphs her drooping head fultain, Sce, to tbe grasp their swelling nerves distend; And try to stop the gushing life in vain. Diana's arrow joins them face to face,

Thus the raw maid some tawdry coat surveys, And death unites them in a &rict embrace. Where the fop's fancy in embroidery plays; Another here Alics trembling o'er the plain His fnowy feather, edg'd with crimson dyes, (When Heaven pursues, we fun the stroke in And his bright sword-knot, lure her wandering vain) :

eyes ; This lists his supplicating hands and eyes, Fring'd gloves and gold brocade conspire to move And 'midit his humble adoration dies.

Till the nymph falls a sacrifice to love. As from his thigh chis tears the barbed dart, Here young Narcissus o'er the fountain food, A furer weapon strikes his throbbing heart: And view'd his image in the crystal food : While that to raise his wounded brother tries, The crystal flood reflects his lovely charms, Death blafts his bloom, and locks his frozen eyes. And the pleas'd image strives to meet his arms. T'he tender filters, bath'd in grief, appear

No nymph his unexperienc'd breast subdued, With fable garments and dishevel'd hair,

Echo in vain the flying boy pursued, And o'er their gasping brothers weeping stood ;

Himself alone the foolish youth admires, Some with their treffes stopt the gushing blood; And with fond look the smiling fhade desires : They strive to say the feering life too late, O'er the smooth lake with fruitless cears he grieves And in the pious action Share their fate.

His spreading fingers shoot in verdant leaves, Now the proud dame, o'ercome by trembling fear, Through his pale veins green sap now gently flows, With her wide robe protects her only care;

And in a short-liv'd flower his beauty blows. To save her only care in vain she tries,

Let vain Narcissus warn each female breast, Close at her feet the latest victim dies.

That beauty's but a transient good at best. Down her fair cheek the trickling sorrow flows,

Like flowers it withers with th' advancing year, Like dewy spangles on the blushing rose ; And age, like winter, robs the blooming fair. Fixt in attonishment the weeping food,

Oh, Araminta! cease thy wonted pride, The plain all purple with her children's blood; Nor longer in thy faithless charms confide; She diffens with her woes ; no more her hair Ev'n while the glafs reflects thy sparkling eyes, In easy ringlets wantons in the air ;

Their lustre and thy rosy colour flies ! Motion forsakes her eyes; her veins are dry'd, Thus on the Fan the breathing figures shine, And beat no longer with the sanguine tide; And all the powers applaud the wife delign. All life is fed; firm marble now she grows, The Cyprian queen the painted gift receives, Which still in tears the mother's anguith shows. And with a grateful bow the synod leaves, Ye haughty fair, your painted Fans display,

To the low world she bends her steepy way, And the jut fate of lofty pride furvey.

Where Strephon pass'd the solitary day. Though lovers oft extol your beauty's power,

She found him in a melancholy grove, And in celestial fimilies adore ;

His down cast eyes betray'd desponding love ; Though from your features Cupid borrows arme, The wounded bark confess'd his flighted flame, And goddesses confess inferior charms;

And every tree bore false Corinna's name: Do not, vain maid, the flattering tale believe, In a cool shade he lay with folded arms, Alike thy lovers and thy glass deceive.

Curses his fortune, and upbraids her charms; Here lively colours Procris' palion tell,

When Venus to his wondering eyes appears, Who to her jealous fears a vidim fell.

And with these words relieves his amorous cares :
Here kneels the crembling hunter o'er his wife, Rise! happy youth; this bright machine surveys
Who solls her fickening eyes, and galps for life ; Whose ractling sticks my busy fingers fway;
Her drooping head upon her shoulder lies, This present thall thy cruel charmer move,
And purple gore her snowy bosom dyes.

And in her fickle bosom kindle love.
What guilt, what horror, on his face appears! The Fan shall flutter in all female hands,
See, bis icd eye-lid seems to swell with tears;

And various falaions learn from various

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For this shall elephants their ivory shed; But Cupid (wlio delights in arcoróus ill,
And polith'd ticks the waving engine fpread : Wounds hearts, and leaves them to a woman's
His clouded mail the tortoise shall resign,

And round the rivet pearly circles shine. With certain aim a golden arrow drew,
On this thall Indians all their art employ, Which to Leander's pauting bosom flew.
And with bright colours stain the gaudy toy ; Leander lov'd, and co the sprightly dame
Their paint fhalt here in wildest fancics flow, In gentle fighs reveal'd his growing flame :
Their dress, their customs, their religion, show : Sweet liniles Corinna co his fighs returns,
So all the British fair their minds improve, And for the fop in equal passion burns.
And on the Fan to diftant climates rove.

Lo, Strephon comes ! and, with a fuppliant Here China's ladies shall their pride display,

bow, And filver figures gild their loose array; Offers the present, and renews his vow. This boasts her little feet and winking eyes ;

When the the fate of Niobe beheld, That tunes the fife, or cinkling cymbal plies Why has my pride agaiust my heart rebell's ? Here cross-legg'd nobles in rich state shall dine ; She sighing cry'd. Disdain forsook her breast, There in bright mail distorted heroes shine.. And Strephon now was thought a worthy guest. The peeping Fan in modern times hall rise, In Procris' bosom when she saw the dart, Through which unseen the female ogle fties; She justly blames her own suspicious heart; This fhail in temples the fly maid conceal, Imputes her discontent to jealous fcar, And felter love beneath devotion's veil. And knows her Strephon's constancy fincere. Gay France Mall make the Fan her artist's care, When on Camilla's fate her eye she turns, And with the cotiy trinket armi the fair. No more for thow and equipage the burns As learned orators, that touch the heart, She learns Leandet's passion to despise, With various action raise their foothing art,

And looks on merit with discerning eyes. Both head and hand affect the listening throng, Narcissus' change to the vain virgin shows, And humour each expression of the tongue; Who crufts to beauty, trusts the fading role. So fall each passion by the Fan be seen,

Youth flies apace, with youth your beauty flics; From noisy anger to the fullen (pleen.

Love then, ye virgins, cre che blossom dies. While Venus spoke, joy shone in Strephon's Thus Pallas taught her. Strephon weds the eyes;

dame; Proud of the gift, he to Corinna flics :

And Hymen's torch diffus d the brightest Name.

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Great marvel hath it been (and that not un- , honest and laborious ploughmen, in no' wife, fure; worthily) to divers worthy wits, that in this our more unworthy a British poet's imitation, than island of Britain, in all rare sciences fo greatly those of Sicily or Arcadie; albeit, not ignorant ! abounding, more especially in all kinds of poesy am, what a tout and rabblentent of critical gallihighly flourishing, no poet (though otherwise of mawfry hath been made of late days by certain notable cuoning in roundelays) hath hit on the young men of insipid delicacy, concerning, I wilt right simple eclogue, after the true ancient guise not what, golden age, and other outrageous conof Theocritus, before this mine attempt.

ceits, to which they would confine pastoral. WhereOther poct travailing in this plain high-way of of, 1 avow, I account nought at all, knowing no pastoral, know I none. Yet, certes, such it behoved age so justly to be instiled golden, as this of our a pastoral to be, as nature in the country afford- fovereign lady Queen Anne. eth; and the manners also meetly copied from the This idle trumpery (only fit for schools and rustical folk therein. In this also my love to my school boys) unto that ancient Doric shepherd, native country (Britain) much pricketh me for. Theocritus, or his mates, was never known: he ward, to describe aright the manners of our owa I sightly, throughout his fifth Idyll, makech his louls

give full bnguage, and behold their goats at rut in religion daily arising, to great clerks only ap in all simplicity :

pertaining. What liketh me best are his pames'

indeed right simple and meet for the country' 'Drónos öxx' trognards pensédus, oice BxTEŪTAI, such as Lobbin. Cuddy, Hobbinol, Diggon, and Τέχεται οφθαλμώς, ότι και τράγος αυτός εγέντο. others, fome of which I have made bold to bor

Tacoc. Id. i. 87. row. Moreover, as he called his Eclogues, the Verily, as little pleasance receiveth a truc home. I twelve months, I have chosen (peradventure not

“ Shepherd's Calendar," and divided the fame into bred talte, from all the fine finical new-fangled

over rafhly) to name mine by the days of the fooleries of this gay Gothic garniture, wherewith week, omitting Snoday, or the Sabbath, ours being they fo nicely bedeck their court-clowns, or clown supposed to be Chriftian shepherds, and to be then courtiers (for which to call them rightly I wot

at church-worthip. Yet surther, of many of Maifnot), as would a prudent citizen journeying to his

ter Sperifer's eclogues it may be observed, though country farms, fiould he find them occupied by months they be called, of the lid months therein people of this motley make, infead of plain down nothing is specified; wherein. I have allo eleemed right hearty cleanly folk, such as be now tenants

him worthy mine imitation. to the burgesics of this realın.

That principally, courteous riader, whereof [ Furthermore, it is niy purpose, gentle reader, to

would have theu to be advertised (se. ing 1 depart set before thee, as it were a pi&ture, or rather live from the vulgar ulage), is touching the language ly landscape of thy own country, jult as thou of my shepherds; which is, soothly to say, tuch as mighteft fee 'it, diur thou take a walk into the is neither spoken by the country, maiden, or the fields at the proper season: even as Mailter Mil courtly danie; nay, not only such as in the present ton hath elegantly set forth the faine :

times is not uttered, but was never uttered in * As one who long in populous city pent, times paft; and, if I judge aright, will never be " Where houses thick, and fewers annoy the air, uttered in times future: it having too much of « Forth iffwng on a summer's morn to breathe the country to be fit for the court, too niuch of * Among the pleasant villages and farms the court to be fit for the country; too much of “ Adjoin'd, from each thing met conceives de. Che language of old times to lie fit for the present, " light;

too much of the present to have been fi: for the * The smell of grain, or redded grass, or kine, old, and too niuch of both to be fit for any time * Or dairy, each rural light, each rural sound."

Granied allo it is, that is this my lin.

guage I seem unto myself as a London malon, Thou wilt not find my shephertlefies idly piping who calculateth his work for a term of years, when on oaten reeds, but milking the kine, tying up the he buildeth with old materials upon a ground-seat fheaves, or, if the hogs are attray, driving them to that is not his own, which food turno to rubbish ebe styes. My thepherd gathereth none other and ruins. For this point no reason can I ailge, nosegays but what are the growth of our own only deep learned columples having led me therefields; he fleepeth not under myrcle ibades, but unto. under a hedge; nor doth he vigilantly defend his But here again much comfort ariseth in me, fucks from wolves, because there are none, as from the hopes, in that I canerive, whea chute Maister Spenser well observeth :

words, in the course of transitory things, itali de• Well is known that, since the Saxon king,

cay, it may fo hap, in meet time, that lone lover “ Never was wolf seen, many or fome,

of fimplicity th wi arise, who fail have the ordi" Nor in all Kent nor in Christendom."

ness to render these mine eclogues into fucn nive'

dern diale& as shall be then understod, to wca For as much as I have mentioned Maister Spen-end glolles and explications of uncouth patral ser, foothly I must acknowledge him a hard of terms are annexed. (wcetett memorial. Yec hath his fhepherd's boy Gentle reader, turn over the leaf, and entertain at some times raised his rustic reed to rhymes more thyself with the propet of thine own country, Tumbling than rural. Divers grave points also limned by the painful hand of thy loving countryhath he handled of churchly matter, and doubts' man,


to come.



As lads and lastes stood around Sung Bumkinet and Bowzybee,

To hear my b'xen hautboy found, And Blouzelind, and Marian bright,

Our clerk came pusing o'er the green In apron blue, or apron whire,

With doleful tidings of the queen ; Now write my loppers in a book,

The queen, he said, to whom we owe For my, good Lord of Buling brokc.

Sweet peac, that maketh riche. flowi, VOL. VIII,


That queen, who casid our tax of lace,

But Lansdowne, fresh as flower of May, Was dead, alas! and lay in state.

And Berkeley. lady blithe and gay; At this, in tears was Cicely seen,

And Angle sea, whose speech exceeds Buxoma tore her pinners clean,

The voice of pipe, or oaten reeds; In doleful dumps stood every clown,

And blooming Hyde, w th eyes so rare; The parson sent his band and gown.

And Montague beyond compare :
For me, when as I heard that death

Such ladies fair would I depaint,
Had snatch'd queen Anne to Erizabeth, 20 In roundelay or sonnet quaint.
I broke my reed, and fighing, sworc

There many a worthy wight I've seen,
I'd weep for Blouzelind no more.

In ribbon blue and ribbon green :
While thus we food as in a stound,

As Oxford, who a wand doth bear,
And wer with tears, like dew the ground, Like Moles, in our bibles fair;
Fuil soon by bonefire and by bell

Wh» for our traffic forms designs,
We learnt our liege was passing well.

And gives to Britain Indian mines. A skilful leach (fo God him speed)

Now, shepherd", clip your fleecy care; They said had wrought this blessed deed.

Ye mads, your spinning-wheels prepare ; This leach Arbuthnot was yclept,

Ye weavers, all your shuttles throw, Who many a night not once had dept ; 30 And bid broad cloths and serges grow; But watch'd our gracious sovereign ftill ;

For trading free fall thrive again, For who could reft when she was ill?

Nor leasings lewd affright the swain. Oh, may'lt thou henceforth sweetly sleep!

There law 1 St. John, sweet of mien, Sheer, fwairs, ch sheer your foftest sheep,

Full fledfast both to church and queen; To swell his couch ; for well I ween,

With whose fair name I'll deck my train; He lav'd the realm, who sav'd the queen.

St. John, right courteous to the swain. Quoth I, please God, I'll hye with glec

For thus he told me on a day, To court, this Arbuthnot to Ice.

Trim are thy fonnets, gentle Gay; I fold my sheep and lambkins too,

And, certes, mirth it were to see For silver loops and garment blue ;

40 Thy joyous madrigals twice three, My boxen hautboy, sweet of found,

With preface nieet, and notes profound, For lace that edg'd mine hat around;

Imprinted fair, and well y bound. For Lightfoot and my scrip, I got

All suddenly then home I sped, A gorgeous sword and eke a knot.

And did ev'n as my lord had said. So forth I far'd to court with speed,

Lo, here thou haft mine cclogues fair, of foldier's drum withouten dreed;

But let pot these detain thine ear. For peace allays the Mhepherd's fear

Let not th' affairs of states and kings Of wearing cap of grenadier.

Wait, while our Bowzybeus fings. There saw I ladies all a-row,

Rather than verse of simple swain Before their queen in seemly show.

50 Should stay the trade of France or Spain ; No more I'll ling Buxom a brown,

Or for the plaint of parson's maid, Like goldfinch in her Sunday gown;

Yon emperor's packets be delay'd; Nor Clumfilis, nor Marian bright,

In footh, I swear by holy Paul, Nor danıfel that Hobnelia hight.

I'd burn book, preface, notes, and all,

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Lobbin Cleut.

O'er yonder hill does fcant the dawn appear; The younglings, Cuddy, are but just awake, Then why does Cuddy leave his cot so rear? No thruflles fhrill the bramble bush forsake,

Cuddy. No chirping lark the welkin sheen invokes, Ah Lobbin Clout: 1 ween my plight is guest, No damsel yet the swelling udder (trokes; For he that loves, a stranger is to reft ;

If swains belie not, thou hast prov'd the smart, Ver. 3. Welkin, the same as welken, an old Saxon And Blouzelinda's mistress of thy heart. word, fignifying a cloud; by poetical licence it is fre

[scarce. quently taken for tbe element or ky, as may appear by Ver. 5 Scant, used in the ancient Britifo authors for fbis verse in tbe dream of Chaucer,

Ver. 6 Rear, an exprefion in several counties of " Ne in all the welkin was no cloud."

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This rifing rear betokeneth well thy mind, Come, Blouzelinda, case thy Iwain's defire, Those arms are solded for thy Blouzelind. My summer's shadow, and my winter's fire ! And well, I trow, our piteous plights agree;

Thee Blouzelinda (mites, Buxoma me.

As with Buxoma once I work'd at hay,
Lobbin Clout.

Ev'n noon-tide labour seem'd an holiday;
Ah, Blouzelind! I love thee more by half, And holidays, if haply she were gone,
Than dues their fawns, or cows the ņewn-fall’n Like worky-days I wilh'd would soon be done.
calf :

Eftfoons, O sweetheart kind. my love repay,
Woe worth the tongue! may blisters fore it gall, And all the year shall then he holiday.
That names Buxoma Blouzelind withal.

Lobbin Clout.

As Blouzelinda, in a gamesome mood,
Hold, witless Lobbin Clout, I thee advise, Behind a haycock loudly laughing stood,
Left blisters fore on thy own tongue arise.

I flily ran, and snatch'd a hasty kiss ;
Lo, yonder, Cloddipole, the blithsome (wain, She wip'd her lips, nor took it much amiss.
The wiseft lout of all the neighbouring plain! Believe me, Cuddy, while I'm bold to say,
From Cloddipole we learn to read the kies, Her breath was sweeter than the ripen'd hay.
To know when hail will fall, or winds arise.

He taught us erst the heifer's tail to view, [sue : As my Buxoma, in a morning fair,
When stuck aloft, that showers would straight en With gentle finger strok'd her milky care,
He for that useful secret did explain,

I queintly stole a kiss; at first, 'tis true,
That pricking corns foretold the gathering rain. She frown'd, yet after granted one or two.
When (wallows fleet soar high, and sport in air, Lobbio, I swear, believe who will my vows,
He told us that the welkin would be clear. 30 Her breath by far excell’d the breathing cows.
Let Cloddipole then hear us twain rehearse,

Lobbin Clout. And praise his sweetheart in alternate verse.

Leek to the Welch, to Dutchmen butter's dear, I'll wager this same oaken staff with thee, Of írish swains potatoe is the cheer; That Cloddipole shall give the prize to me. Oats for their feasts the Scottish shepherds grind, Lobbin Clout,

Sweet curnips are the food of Blouzelind. See this tobacco-pouch, that's lin'd with hair, While she loves curnips, butter I'll despise, Made of the skin of flcekelt fallow-deer.

Nor leeks, nor oatmeal, nor potatoe, prize. This pouch, that's ty'd with tape of reddeft hue,

Cuddy. I'll wager that the prize shall be my due.

In good roast beef my landlord sticks his knife, Cuddy.

The capon fat delights his dainty wise, Begin thy carols then, thou vaunting flouch! Pudding our parson eats, the squire loves hare, Be thine the oaken staff, or mine the pouch. But white-pot thick is my Buxoma's fare. Lobbin Clout.

While she loves white-pot, capon ne'er shall be, My Blouzelinda is the blithelt lass,

Nor hare, nor beef, nor pudding, food for me. Than primrose sweeter, or the clover-glass.

Lobbin Clout. Fair is the king-cup that in meadow blows,

As once I play'd at blindman's buff, it hapt Fair is the daizy that beside her grows;

About my eyes the towel thick was wrapt. Fair is the gillidwer, of gardens sweet,

I miss'd the swains, and seiz'd on Blouzelind. Fair is the marygold, for pottage meet :

True speaks that ancient proverb,“ Love is blind.". But Blouzelind's than gilliflower more fair,

Theza daizy, marygold, or king-cup rare.

As at hot-cockles once I laid me down,

And felt the weighty hand of many a clown; ICO My brown Buxoma is the featest maid,

Buxoma gave a gentle tap, and I That e'er at wake delightfome gambol play'd. 50 Quick role, and read fost mischief in her eye. Clean as young lambkins or the goose's down, And like the goldfinch in her Sunday gown. Ver. 69. Eftfoons, from eft, an ancient Britifs The witless lamb may sport upon the plain, word, fegifying soon. So that eft loons is a doubling of The (risking kid delighe the gaping swain, the word soon; wbicb is, as it were, to say, twice loon The wanton calf may kip with many a bound, And my cur Tray play defcest feats around; Ver. 79. Queint has various fignifications in the an. But neither lamb, nor kid, nor calf, nor Tray, cient English authors. I bave used it in this place in Dance like Buxóma on the first of May.

the same sense as Chaucer bath done in bis Miller's Tale. Lobbin Clout.

As Clerkes being full fubtle and queint( by which Sweet is my toil when Blouzelind is near ; he means arch or waguith); and not in that obscene Of her bereft, 'tis winter all the year. 60 Jense wherein be usetb it in the line immediatelly followWith her go fulery summer's heat I know ; In winter, when she's nigh, with love I glow.

Ver. 85.

“ Populus Alcidæ gratiffima, Vitis laccho, Per. 25. Erft, a contraction of ere this; it fignifies “ Formosz Myrtus Veneri, sua Laurea Phæbo, some time ago, or formerly.

" Phillis amat Corylos, Illas dum Phillis amabit, Ver. 36. Deft, an old word, fignifying brisk or “Nec Myrtus vincet Corylosaec Laurea Phæbi.'' simble.




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