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A maiden's thoughts do check my trembling hand, Nor let the envy of envenom’d tongues,
On other terms or compliments to stand,

Which still is grounded on poor ladies' wrongs,
Which (might my speech be as my heart affords) Thy noble breast disasterly possess,
Should come attired in far richer words:

By any doubt to make my love the less. But all is one, my faith as firm shall prove,

My house from Florence I do not pretend, As her's that makes the greatest shew of love. Nor from those Geralds claim I to descend;

In Cupid's school I never read those books, Nor hold those honours insufficient are, Whose lectures oft we practise in our looks,

That I receive from Desmond, or Kildare: Nor ever did suspicious rival eye

Nor better air will ever boast to breathe, Yet lie in wait my favours to espy;

Than that of Lemster, Munster, or of Meath : My virgin thoughts are innocent and meek,

Nor crave I other foreign far allies, As the chaste blushes sitting on my cheek:

Than Windsor's or Fitz-Gerald's families: As in a fever I do shiver yet,

It is enough to leave unto my heirs, Since first my pen was to the paper set.

If they but please t’ acknowledge me for theirs. If I do err, you know my sex is weak,

To what place ever did the court remove, Fear proves a fault where maids are forc'd to speak. But that the house gives matter to my love? Do I not ill? Ah, sooth me not herein;

At Windsor still I see thee sit, and walk, Or, if I do, reprove me of my sin :

There mount thy courser, there devise, there talk, Chide me in faith, or if my fault you hide,

The robes, the garter, and the state of Kings, My tongue will teach myself, myself to chide. Into my thoughts thy hoped greatness brings: Nay, noble Surrey, blot it if thou wilt,

None-such, the name imports (methinks) so much,
Then too much boldness should return my guilt: None such as it, nor as my Lord, none such:
For that should be ev'n from ourselves conceal'd, In Hampton's great magnificence I find
Which is disclos’d, if to our thoughts reveald; The lively image of thy princely mind:
For the least motion, more the smallest breath, Fair Richmond's tow'rs like goodly trophies stand
That may impeach our modesty, is death.

Rear'd by the pow'r of thy victorious hand:
The page that brought thy letters to my hand, White-Hall's triumphing galleries are yet
(Methinks) should marvel at my strange demand: Adorn’d with rich devices of thy wit:
For till he blush'd, I did not yet espy

In Greenwich still, as in a glass, I view,
The nakedness of my immodesty,

Where last thou bad'st thy Geraldine adieu. Which in my face he greater might have seen, With ev'ry little perling breath that blows, But that my fan I quickly put between;

How are my thoughts confus'd with joys and woes! Yet scarcely that my inward guilt could hide, As through a gate, so through my longing ears “ Fear seeing all, fears it of all is spy’d.”

Pass to my heart whole multitudes of fears. Like to a taper burning bright,

0, in a map that I might see thee show But wanting matter to maintain his light,

The place where now in danger thou do'st go! The blaze ascending, forced by the smoke,

Whilst we discourse, to travel with our eye Living by that which seeks the same to choke; Romania, Tuscan, and fair Lombardy; The flame still hanging in the air, doth burn, Or with thy pen exactly to set down Until drawn down, it back again return: (closeth, The model of that temple, or that town; Then clear, then dim, then spreadeth, and then And to relate at large where thou hast been, Now getteth strength, and now his brightness loseth; As there, and there, and what thou there hast seen; As well the best discerning eye may doubt, Expressing in a figure, by thy hand, Whether it be yet in, or whether out:

How Naples lies, how Florence fair doth stand: Thus in my cheek my sundry passions shew'd, Or as the Grecian's finger dip'd in wine, Now ashy pale, and now again it glow'd.

Drawing a river in a little line, If in your verse there be a pow'r to move,

And with a drop, a gulf to figåre out, It's you alone, who are the cause I love,

To model Venice moated round about; It's you bewitch my bosom by mine ear;

Then adding more to counterfeit a sea, Unto that end I did not place you thero:

And draw the front of stately Genoa. Airs to asswage the bloody soldier's mind,

These from thy lips were like harmonious tones, Poor women, we are naturally kind.

Which now do sound like mandrakes dreadful Perhaps you'll think, that I these terms enforce,

groans. For that in court this kindness is of course:

Some travel hence, t'enrich their minds with skill, Or that it is that honey-steeped gall,

Leave here their good, and bring home others ill; We oft are said to bait our loves withal;

Which seem to like all countries but their own, That in one eye we carry strong desire,

Affecting most, where they the least are known : In th' other drops, which quickly quench that fire; Their leg, their thigh, their back, their neck, their Ah, what so false can envy speak of us,

head, But it shall find some vainly credulous ?

As they had been in sev'ral countries bred ; I do not so, and to add proof thereto,

In their attire, their gesture, and their gale, I love in faith, in faith, sweet Lord, I do:

Found in each one, all Italianate,



So well in all deformity in fashion,

Sets her son (Tame) forth, brave as May,
Borrowing a limb of ev'ry sev'ral nation ;

Upon the joyful wedding day:
And nothing more than England hold in scorn, Who, deckt up, tow'rds his bride is gone.
So live as strangers whereas they were born; So lovely Isis coming on,
But thy return in this I do not read,

At Oxford all the Muses meet her,
Thou art a perfect gentleman indeed:

And with a Prothalamion greet her. O God forbid that Howard's noble line,

The nymphs are in the bridal bow'rs,
From ancient virtue should so far decline!

Some strowing sweets, some sorting flow'rs;
The Muses' train (whereof yourself are chief) Where lusty Charwel himself raises,
Only to me participate their grief:

And sings of rivers, and their praises.
To sooth their humours, I do lend them ears. Then Tame his way tow'rd Windsor tends.
“ He gives a Poet, that his verses hears."

Thus, with the song, the marriage ends.
Till thy return, by hope they only live;
Yet had they all they all away would give :
The world and they so ill-according be,

Now fame had through this isle divulg'd in every That wealth and Poets never can agree.

The long-expected day of marriage to be near, [ear, Few live in court that of their good have care,

That Isis, Cotswold's heir, long woo'd was lastly The Muses' friends are every where so rare.


(son. Some praise thy worth (that it did never know), And instantly should wed with Tame,old Chiltern's Only because the better sort do so,

And now that wood-man's wife, the mother of Whose judgment never further doth extend,

the flood, Than it doth please the greatest to commend; The rich and goodly vale of Aylsbury, that stood So great an ill upon desert doth chance,

So much upon her Tame, was busied in her bowers, When it doth pass by beastly ignorance.

Preparing for her son as many suits of flowers, Why art thou slack, whilst no man put his hand As Cotswold for the bride, his Isis lately made; To praise the mount where Surrey's towers must Who for the lovely Tame, her bridegroom only staid. Or who the groundsil of that work doth lay, (stand? Whilst every crystal flood is to this business prest, Whilst like a wand'rer thou abroad do'st stray, The cause of their great speed and many thus reClip'd in the arms of some lascivious dame,


[blow, When thou should'st rear an Ilion to thy name? O! whither go ye, floods ? what sudden wind doth When shall the Muses by fair Norwich dwell,

[flow; To be the city of the learned well ?

Than other of your kind, that you so fast should Or Phæbus' altars there with incense heap’d, What business in hand, that spurs you thus away? As once in Cyrrha, or in Thebe kept ?

Fair Windrush, let me hear; I pray thee, Charwel Or when shall that fair hoof-plow'd spring distil

say. From great Mount-Surrey, out of Leonard's-hill? They suddenly reply,' What lets you should not see Till thou return, the court I will exchange

• That for this nuptial feast we all prepared be? For some poor cottage, or some country grange Therefore this idle chat our ears doth but offend: Where to our distaves, as we sit and spin,

• Our leisure serves not now these trifles to attend.' My maid and I will tell what things have been. But whilst things are in hand, old Chiltern (for Our lutes unstrung shall hang upon the wall,

his life) Our lessons serve to wrap our tow withall,

From prodigal expence can noway keep his wife; And pass the night, whiles winter-tales we tell, Who feeds her Tame with marle, in cordial-wise Of many things, that long ago befell:

prepar'd, Or tune such homely carrols as were sung

And thinks all idly spent, that now she only spar'd, In country sport, when we ourselves were young, In setting forth her son: nor can she think it well, In pretty riddles to bewray our loves,

Unless her lavish charge do Cotswolds far excel. In questions, purpose, or in drawing gloves.

For, Aylesbury's a vale that walloweth in her wealth, The noblest spirits, to virtue most inclined,

And (by her wholesome air continually in health) These here in court thy greatest want do find: Is lusty, firm, and fat, and holds her youthful Others there be, on which we feed our eye,


[length, Like arras-work, or such like imag'ry:

Besides her fruitful earth, her mighty breadth and Many of us desire Queen Cath’rine's state,

Doth Chiltern fitly match ; which mountainously But very few her virtues imitate,

And being very long, so likewise she doth lie (high, Then, as Ulysses' wife, write I to thee,

From the Bedfordian fields, where first she doth Make no reply, but come thyself to me.


[doth win To fashion like a vale, to th' place where Tame

His Isis' wished bed; her soil throughout so sure, POLYOLBION.-THE XV. SONG.

For goodness of her glebe, and for her pasture pure, THE ARGUMENT.

That as her grain and grass, so she her sheep doth The guests here to the bride-house hje.

breed, The goodly vale of Aylsbury

For burthen and for bone all other that exceed :

And she, which thus in wealth abundantly doth "Ye daughters of the hills, come down from every flow,

(stow: side, Now cares not on her child what cost she do be- And due attendance give upon the lovely bride: Which when wise Chiltern saw (the world who Go, strew the paths with flowers, by which she is to long had try'd,

pass. And now at last had laid all garish pomp aside ; For be ye thus assur'd, in' Albion never was Whose hoar and chalky head descry'd him to be old, A beauty (yet) like hers: where have you ever seen His beechen woods bereft, that kept him from the So absolute a nymph in all things, for a queen? cold)

Give instantly in charge the day be wondrous fair, Would fain persuade the vale to hold a steady rate; That no disorder'd blast attempt her braided hair. And with his curious wife, thus wisely doth debate: Go, see her state prepar'd, and every thing be fit. • Quoth he, you might allow what needeth, to The bride-chamber adorn'd with all beseeming it. the most :

(cost ? And for the princely groom, who ever yet could But whereas less will serve, what means this idle A flood that is so fit for Isis as the Tame? (name Too much, a surfeit breeds, and may our child an- Ye both so lovely are, that knowledge scarce can noy:

(cloy. tell, These fat and luscious meats do but our stomachs For feature whether he, or beauty she excel : The modest comely mien, in all things likes the That ravished with joy each other to behold, Apparel often shews us womanish precise. [wise, When as your crystal waists you closely do enfold, And what will Cotswold think when he shall hear Betwixt your beauteous selves you shall beget a son, of this?

That when your lives shall end, in him shall be He'll rather blame your waste, than praise your begun.

[light, cost, I wiss.

The pleasant Surryan shores shall in that flood de. But women wilful be, and she her will must have; And Kent esteem herself most happy in his sight. Nor cares how Chiltern chides, so that her Tame The shire that London loves, shall only him prefer, be brave.

And give full many a gift to hold him near to her. Alone which tow’ds his love she eas’ly doth convey: The Scheldt, the goodly Meuse, the rich and viny For the Oxonian Ouze was lately sent away [feet; Rhine,

[plain, From Buckingham, where first he finds his nimbler Shall come to meet the Thames in Neptune's wat'ry Tow'ds Whittlewood then takes; where, past the And all the Belgian streams and neighbouring noblest street,

floods of Gaul, He to the forest gives his farewell, and doth keep Of him shall stand in awe his tributaries all.' His course directly down into the German deep, As of fair Isis thus the learned virgins spake, To publish that great day in mighty Neptune's hall, A shrill and sudden bruit this Prothalamion brake; That all the sea-gods there might keep it festival. That White-horse, for the love she bare to her ally, As we have told how Tame holds on his even And honoured sister vale, the bounteous Aylsbury, course,

Sent presents to the Tame by Ock her only flood, Return we to report, how Isis from her source

Which for his mother vale so much on greatness Comes tripping with delight down from her dain

stood. tier springs;

[brings From Oxford, Isis hastes more speedily, to see And in her princely train, t' attend her marriage, That river like his birth might entertained be: Clear, Churnet, Coln, and Leech, which first she For that ambitious vale, still striving to command, did retain,

(strain And using for her place continually to stand, With Windrush; and with her (all outrage to re- Proud White-horse to persuade, much business there Which well might off’red be to Isis as she went)

hath been

[queen. Came Yenlood with a guard of satyrs which were T'acknowledge that great vale of Eusham for her sent

(dame. And but that Eusham is so opulent and great, From Whichwood, to await the bright and god-like That thereby she herself holds in the sovereign seat, So, Bernwood did bequeath his satyrs to the Tame,

This White-horse all the vales of Britain would o'er. For sticklers in those stirs that at the feast should be. And absolutely sit in the imperial chair; (bear, These preparations great, when Charwell comes to And boasts as goodly herbs, and numerous flocks to To Oxford got before, to entertain the flood, (see, feed, Apollo's aid he begs, with all his sacred brood, To have as soft a glebe, as good increase of seed; To that most learned place to welcome her repair. As pure and fresh an air upon her face to tlow, Who in her coming on, was wax'd so wondrous fair, As Eusham for her life; and from her steed doth That meeting, strife arose betwixt them, whether Her lusty rising downs, as fair a prospect take [show, they

As that imperious Wold; which her great queen Her beauty should extol, or she admire their bay.

doth make On whom their several gifts (to amplify her dow'r)

So wond'rously admir'd, and her so far extend, The Muses there bestow; which ever have the pow'r But to the marriage hence, industrious Muse descend. Immortal her to make. And as she past along,

The Naiads and the nymphs extremely over-joy'd, Those modest Thespian maids thus to their Isis sung ;

And on the winding banks all busily employ'd,



Upon this joyful day, some dainty chaplets twine: Sweet marjoram, with her like, sweet basil rare for Some others chosen out, with fingers neat and fine, smell,

[to tell: Brave anadems do make: some bauldricks up do With many a flower, whose name were now too long bind:

[sign'd And rarely with the rest, the goodly flour-de-lis. Some, garlands; and to some the nosegays were as- Thus for the nuptial hour, all fitted point-device, As best their skill did serve. But for that Tame Whilst some still busied are in decking of the bride, should be

Some others were again as seriously employ'd Still man-like as himself, therefore they will that he In strewing of those herbs, at bridals us'd that be; Should not be drest with flowers to gardens that be- Which every where they throw with bounteous long,

hands and free.

[do fly, (His bride that better fit) but only such as sprung The healthful balm and mint, from their full laps From the replenish'd meads, and fruitful pastures The scentful camomile, the ven'rous costmary;

They hot muscado oil with milder maudlin cast; To sort which flowers, some sit; some making gar- Strong tansey, fennel cool, they prodigally waste : lands were ;

Clear hysop, and therewith the comfortable thyme, The primrose placing first, because that in the spring Germander with the rest, each thing then in her It is the first appears, then only flourishing ; (mix’d: prime;

[flower, The azur'd hare-bell next, with them they neatly As well of wholesome herbs, as every pleasant T'allay whose luscious smell, they woodbind plac'd Which nature here produc'd, to fit this happy hour. betwixt.

(the lilly; Amongst these strewing kinds, some oiher wild that Amongst those things of scent, there prick they in grow, And near to that again, her sister daffadilly.

As burnet, all abroad, and meadow-wort they throw. To sort these flowers of show, with th' other that Thus all things falling out to every one's desire, were sweet,

The ceremonies done that marriage doth require, The cowslip then they couch, and th’ oxlip, for her The bride and bridegroom set, and serv'd with sunmeet :

dry cates, The columbine amongst they sparingly do set, And every other plac'd as fitted their estates; The yellow kingscup, wrought in many a curious fret, Amongst this confluence great, wise Charwell here And now and then among, of eglantine a spray, was thought By which again a course of lady-smocks they lay: The fitt'st to cheer the guests ; who thoroughly had The crow-flower, and thereby the clover-flower they

been taught stick,

In all that could pertain to courtship, long agon, The daisy, over all those sundry sweets so thick, As coming from his sire, the fruitful Helidon, (towns As nature doth herself; to imitate her right; He travelleth to Tames; where passing by those Who seems in that her pearl so greatly to delight, Of that rich country near, whereas the mirthful That every plain therewith she powd’reth to behold: clowns, The crimson darnel-flower, the blue-bottle, and gold; With tabor and the pipe, on holidays do use, Which though esteem'd but weeds; yet for their Upon the may-pole green, to trample out their shoes: dainty hues,

(chuse. And having in his ears the deep and solemn rings, And for their scent not ill, they for this purpose Which found him all the way, unto the learned Thus having told you how the bridegroom Tame springs,

[meet, was drest,

Where he his sovereign Ouze most happily doth I'll shew you how the bride, fair Isis, they invest; And him, the thrice-three maids, Apollo's offspring, Sitting to be attir'd under her bower of state,

greet Which scorns a meaner sort, than fits a princely rate. With all their sacred gifts; thus, expert being grown In anadems for whom they curiously dispose In music; and besides, a curious maker known; The red, the dainty white, the goodly damask rose, This Charwell (as I said) the first these floods among, For the rich ruby, pearl, and amethyst, men place For silence having call’d, thus to th’assembly sung: In kings imperial crowns, the circle that inchace. • Stand fast, ye higher hills; low vallies easily lie; The brave carnation then, with sweet and sovereign And forests, that to both you equally apply power

(But for the greater part, both wild and barren be) (So of his colour call’d, although a July-flower) Retire ye to your wastes; and rivers, only we, With th' other of his kind, the speckled and the Oft meeting let us mix: and with delightful grace, pale:

[gale Let every beauteous nymph her best-lov'd flood Then th' odoriferous pink, that sends forth such a embrace, Of sweetness; yet in scents as various as in sorts. An alien be he born, or near to her own spring, The purple violet then, the pansie there supports: So from his native fount he bravely flourishing, The marygold above t'adorn the arched bar: Along the flow'ry fields licentiously do strain, The double-daisy, thrift, the button batchelor, Greeting each curled grove, and circling everyplain ; Sweet-william, sops-in-wine, the campion: and to Or hasting to his fall, his shoaly gravel scow'rs, these

And with his crystal front then courts the climbing Some lavender they put, with rosemary and bays: tow'rs.

a name,

• Let all the world be judge, what mountain hath Amongst his holts and hills, as on his way he makes,

[flood of fame: At Reading once arriv’d, clear Kennet overtakes Like that from whose proud foot there springs some His lord the stately Tames, which that great flood And in the earth's survey, what seat like that is set, With many signs of joy doth kindly entertain. (again Whose streets some ample stream abundantly doth Then Loddon next comes in, contributing her store ; wet:

[road, As still we see, the much runs ever to the more. Where is there haven found, or harbour, like that Set out with all this pomp, when this imperial Int' which some goodly flood his burden doth un- stream load ?

(reign fraught Himself establish'd sees amidst his wat’ry realm, By whose rank swelling stream the far-fecht-fo- His much-lov'd Henly leaves, and prouder dotb May up to inland-lowns conveniently be brought. pursue

(view. Of any part of earth, we be the most renown’d; His wood-nymph Windsor's seat, her lovely site to That countries very oft, nay, empires oft we bound. Whose most delightful face when once the river sees, As Rubicon, much fam'd both for his fount and fall, Which shews herself attir’d in tall and stately trees, The ancient limit held 'twixt Italy and Gaul.

He in such earnest love with amorous gestures woes, Europe and Asia keep on Tanais' either side. (vide. That looking still at her, his way was like to lose ; Such honour have we floods, the world (even) to di- And wand'ring in and out, so wildly seems to go, Nay, kingdoms thus we prove are christened oft by As headlong he himself into her lap would throw. Iberia takes her name from crystal Iberus. [us; Him with the like desire the forest doth embrace, Such reverence to our kind the wiser ancients gave, And with her preseuce strives her Tames as much As they suppos'd each flood a deity to have.

to grace. • But with our fame at home return we to proceed. No forest, of them all, so fit as she doth stand, In Britain here we find, our Severn, and our Tweed, When princes, for their sports, her pleasures will The tripartited isle do generally divide, [side. command;

(seen, To England, Scotland, Wales, as each doth keep her No wood-nymph as herself such troops had ever Trent cuts the land in two so equally, as tho' Nor can such quarries boast as have in Windsor Nature it pointed-out, to our great Brute to shew Nor any ever had so many solemn days, (been; How to his mighty sons the island he might share; So brave assemblies view'd, nor took so rich assays. A thousand of this kind, and nearer, I will spare ; Then, hand in hand, her Tames the forest softly Where, if the state of floods at large I list to shew, brings I proudly could report how Pactolus doth throw To that supremest place of the great English kings, Up grains of perfect gold; and of great Ganges tell, The Garter's royal seat, from him who did advance Which when full India's showers enforceth him to That princely order first, our first that conquer'd swell, [shore: France;

[knights, Gilds with his glistering sands the over-pamper'd The temple of St. George, whereas his honour'd How wealthy Tagus first, by tumbling down his ore, Upon his hallowed day, observe their ancient rites: The rude and slothful Moors of old Iberia taught Where Eaton is at hand to nurse that learned brood, To search into those hills, from which such wealth To keep the Muses still near, to this princely flood; he brought.

That nothing there may want, to beautify that seat, Beyond these if I pleas'd I to your praise could bring, With every pleasure stor’d: and here my song comIn sacred Tempe, how (about the hoof-plough'd plete.

spring) The Heliconian maids, upon that hallowed ground, THE XXVIII. SONG OF THE SAME. Recounting heavenly hymns eternally are crown'd. And as the earth doth us in her own bowels nourish; Three shires at once this song assays, So every thing that grows, by us doth thrive and By various and unusual ways. flourish.

At Nottingham first coming in, To godly virtuous men, we wisely liken'd are:

The vale of Bever doth begin; To be so in themselves, that do not only care ;

Tow'rds Le'ster then her course she holds,
But by a sacred power, which goodness doth await, And sailing o'er the pleasant Oulds,
Do make those virtuous too, that them associate.' She fetcheth Soare down from her springs,
By this, the wedding ends, and brake up all the By Charnwood, which to Trent she brings,

[flow Then shows the braveries of that flood,
And Tames, got, born, and bred, immediately doth Makes Sherwood sing her Robin Hood;
To Windsor-ward amain (that with a wond'ring eye, Then rouzes up the aged Peak,
The forest might behold his awful empery)

And of her wonders makes her speak :
And soon becometh great, with waters wext so rank, Thence Darwin down by Derby tends,
That with his wealth he seems to retch his wid’ned And at her fall to Trent, it ends.

[grounds, Till happily attain’d his grandsire Chiltern's Now scarcely on this tract the Muse had entrance Who with his beechen wreaths this king of rivers made,

Inclining to the south, but Bever's batning slade


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