My strength decayed, my grave already dressed, death my AQUARIUS. best. When with Aquarius Phoebe's brother stays, PISCES. When in the Fishes' mansion Phoebus dwells, I long to be dissolvèd for my best, That young in zeal, long beaten with my rod, may grow old to wisdom and to God. [dressed; FROM THE MOURNING GARMENT.* THE DESCRIPTION OF THE SHEPHERD AND HIS WIFE. T was near a thicky shade, IT That broad leaves of beech had made, That scarce Phoebus in could pry, * Greene's Mourning Garment: given him by Repentance at the funerals of Love; which he presents for a favour to all young gentlemen that wish to wean themselves from wanton desires. Both pleasant and profitable. By R. Greene. Utriusque Academiæ in Artibus Magister. Sero sed serio. 1590. G milk. To see if lovers in the thick He and she did sit and keep He upon his pipe did play; And, for you might her huswife know, He was young: his coat was green, That breast and bosom in did wrap. To shrowd him from the wet aloft: Whey, according to some authorities; according to others, butter. Nor Menalcas, whom they call With drops of blood, to make the white In ambush for some wanton prize. She wore a chaplet on her head; THE SHEPHERD'S WIFE'S SONG. AH, what is love? It is a pretty thing, As sweet unto a shepherd as a king; For kings have cares that wait upon a crown, Ah then, ah then, If country loves such sweet desires do gain, His flocks are folded, he comes home at night, And merrier too, For kings bethink them what the state require, If country loves such sweet desires do gain, He kisseth first, then sits as blithe to eat For kings have often fears when they do sup, If country loves such sweet desires do gain, To bed he goes, as wanton then, I ween, For kings have many griefs affects to move, If country loves such sweet desires do gain, Upon his couch of straw he sleeps as sound, For cares cause kings full oft their sleep to spill, If country loves such sweet desires do gain, Thus with his wife he spends the year, as blithe And blither too, For kings have wars and broils to take in hand, If country loves such sweet desires do gain, HEXAMETRA ALEXIS IN LAUDEM ROSAMUNDÆ.* OFT have I heard my lief Coridon report on a love day, When bonny maids do meet with the swains in the valley by Tempe, How bright-eyed his Phillis was, how lovely they glanced, When fro th' arches ebon-black flew looks as a light ning, That set a-fire with piercing flames even hearts adamantine: Face rose-hued, cherry-red, with a silver taint like a lily: Venus' pride might abate, might abash with a blush to behold her; Phoebus' wires compared to her hairs unworthy the praising; Juno's state and Pallas' wit disgraced with the Graces That graced her, whom poor Coridon did choose for a love-mate. Ah, but had Coridon now seen the star that Alexis * Nash humorously describes English hexameters as that drunken, staggering kind of verse, which is all up hill and down hill, like the way betwixt Stamford and Beechfield, and goes like a horse plunging through the mire in the deep of winter, now soused up to the saddle, and straight aloft on his tip-toes.'-Have with You to Saffron-Walden. |