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Goo, little Booke! thy self present,
- As child whose parent is unkent,
To him that is the President
Of Noblenesse and Chivalrie:
And if that Envy bark at thee,
As sure it will, for succour flee
Under the shadow of his wing.
And, asked who thee forth did bring?
A shepeheard's swain say did thee sing,
All as his straying flocke he fedde:
And when his Honor hath thee redde,
Crave pardon for thy hardy-head. •
But if that any ask thy name,
Say thou wert base begot with blame,
Forthy there of thou takest shame.
And when thou art past jeopardie,
Come tell me what was said of mee,
And I will send more after thee.
Immerito.

MUIOPOTMOS;
OR, -
The Fate of the Butterfly.

I Sing of deadly dolorous debate,
Stirr'd up through wrathful Nemesis' despight,
Betwixt two mighty ones of great estate,
Drawn into arms and proof of mortal fight
Through proud ambition and heart swelling hate,
Whilst neither could the other's greater might
And 'sqainful scorn endure, that from small jar
Their wraths at length broke into open war.

* The Shepherd's Calendar, which is dedicated to Sir Philip Sydney,

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The root whereof and tragical effect
Wouchsafe, O thou the mournful'st Muse of Nine !
That wont'st the tragick stage for to direct
In funeral complaints and waiiful time,
Reveal to me, and all the means detect
Through which sad Clarion did at last decline
To lowest wretchedness. And is there then
Such rancour in the hearts of mighty men :

Of all the race of silver-winged flies - -
Which do possess the empire of the air, - **
Betwixt the centred earth and azure skies,
Was none more favourable nor more fair, •
Whilst Heaven did favour his felicities,
Than Clarion, the eldest son and heir" * -
Of Muscarol, and in his father's sight o' • ***.
Of all alive did seem the fairest wight." - -
- --- - - - -- * - ** *
With fruitful hope his aged brest he fed . *** *
Of future good, which his young toward years,
Full of brave courage and bold hardy-hed, . . .
Above th’ ensample of his equal peers, *-
Did largely promise, and to him fore-red
(Whilst oft his heart did melt in tender tears)
That he in time would sure prove such an one
As should be worthy of his father's throne. .

The fresh young Fly, in whom the kindly fire
Of lustful youth began to kindle fast,
Did much disdain to subject his desire
To loathsome sloth, or hours in ease to waste,
But joy'd to range abroad in fresh attire,
Through the wide compass of the airy coast,
And with unwearied wings each part t' inquire
Of the wide rule of his renowned sire:

For he so swift and nimble was of flight,
That from this lower tract he dar'd to fly . . .
Up to the clouds, and thence with pinious light
To mount aloft unto the crystal sky, , -

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To view the workmanship of heaven's hight, Whence down descending, he along would fly. . . Upon the streaming rivers, sport, to find, And oft would dare to tempt the troublous wind.

So on a summer's day when season mild -
With gentle calm the world hath quieted, "
And high in heaven Hyperion's fiery child - ****
Ascending, did his beams abroad disspred, " " " '
Whiles all the heavens on lower creatures smil'd,
Young Clarion with vauntful lustyhed so
After his guise did cast abroad to fare,
And thereto 'gan his furnitures prepare.

His breast-plate first, that was of substance pure,
Before his noble heart he firmly bound,
That mought his life from iron death assure,
And ward his gentle corps from cruel wound,
For it by art was framed to endure
The bit of baleful steel and bitter stound,
No less than that which Vulcaue made to shield
Achilles' life from fate of Trojan field.”

And then about his shoulders broad he threw
An hairy hide of some wild beast, whom he
In salvage forest by adventure slew,
And reft the spoil, his ornament to be;
Which spreading all his back with dreadful view,
Made all that him so horrible did see,
Think him Alcides with the lyon's skin,
When the Naemean conquest'he did win.

Upon his head his glistering burganet,
The which was wrought by wonderous device,
And curiously engraven, he did set:
The metal was of rare and passing price;
Not Bilbo steel, nor brass from Corinth fet,”
Nor costly Oricalch from strange Phoenice,
But such as could both Phoebus' arrows ward,
And th' hailing darts of heaven beating hard.

Therein two deadly weapons fixthe bore, * *
Strongfy outlanced towards either side, " " '
Like two sharp spears; his enemies to gore:
Like as a warlike-brigandine applide *
To fight, lays forth her threatful pikes afore,
The engines which in them sad death do hide;
So did this Fly outstretch his fearful horns, .
Yet so as him their terrour more adorns.

Lastly, his shiny wings, as silver bright, o Painted with thousand colours, passing far All painters’ skill, he did about him dight:

Not half so many sundry colours are
In Iris' bow, ne heaven doth shine so bright,
Distinguished with many a twinkling star,
Nor Juno's bird, in her eye-spotted train,
So many goodly colours doth contain.

Ne (may it be withouten peril spoken)
The archer god the son of Cytheree,
That joys on wretched lovers to be wroken,
And heaped spoils of bleeding hearts to see,
Bears in his wings so many a changeful token.
Ah! my liege Lord, forgive it unto me,
If ought against thine honour I have told ;
Yet sure those wings were fairer manifold.

Full many a lady fair, in court full oft
Beholding them, him secretly envide,
And wisht that two such fans, so silken soft,
And golden fair, her love would her provide;
Or that when them the gorgeous Fly had doft,
Some one that would with grace be gratifide,
From him would steal them privily away,
And bring to her so precious a prey.

Report is that Dame Venus, on a day
Inspring, when flowres do cloath the fruitful ground,
Walking abroad with all her nymphs to play,
Bade her fair daunsels, flocking her around,

To gather flowres, her forehead to array;
Emongst the rest a gentle nymph was found,
Hight Astery, excelling all the crew
In courteous usage and unstained hue;

Who being nimbler jointed than the rest,
And more industrious, gathered more store
Of the field's honour than the others best,
Which they in secret hearts envying sore,
Told Wenus, when her as the worthiest
She prais'd, that Cupid (as they heard before)
Did lend her secret aid in gathering
Into her lap the children of the Spring.

Whereof the goddess gathering jealous fear,
Not yet, unmindful how not long ago
Her son to Psyche secret love did bear,
And long it close conceal’d, till mickle wo
Thereof arose, and many a rueful tear,
Reason with sudden rage did overgo,
And giving hasty credit to th’ accuser,
Was led away of them that did abuse her.

Eftsoons that damsel by her heavenly might
She turn'd into a winged Butterfly,
In the wide air to make her wandering flight;
And all those flowres with which so plenteously
Her lap she filled had, that bred her spight,
She placed in her wings, for memory
Of her pretended crime, though crime none were;
Since which that Fly them in her wings doth bear.

Thus the fresh Clarion being ready dight,
Unto his journey did himself address,
And with good speed began to take his flight:
Over the fields in his frank lustiness,
And all the champain o'er he soared light,
And all the country wide he did possess,
Feeding upon their pleasures bounteously,
That none gainsaid, nor none did him envy.

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