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To Adolesche's brain,* a nymph born high, Under whose ensigus Wars and Discords fight,
In two parts equal, naught in middle left
three; Hymen goes one, the nymph another way; For one no number is; but thence doth flow And what became of her I'll tell at last :
The powerful race of number. Next, did go Yet take her visage now;-moist-lipp'd, long. A noble matron, that did spinning bear fac'd,
A huswife's rock and spindle, and did wear Thin like an iron wedge, so sharp and tart, A wether's skin, with all the snowy fleece, As 'twere of purpose made to cleave Love's To intimate that even the daintiest piece heart:
And noblest-born dame should industrious be: Well were this lovely beauty rid of her.
That which does good disgraceth no degree. And Hymen did at Athens now prefer
And now to Juno's temple they are come, His welcome suit, which he with joy aspir'd : Where her grave priest stood in the marriageA hundred princely youths with him retir'd
room : To fetch the nymphs; chariots and music went; On his right arm I did hang a scarlet veil, And home they came: heaven with applauses and from his shoulders to the ground did trail, rent.
On either side, ribands of wbite and blue : The nuptials straight proceed, whiles all the With the red veil he hid the bashful hue town,
Of the chaste bride, to shew the modest shame,
In token that thereafter § they must bind
Both fire and water, which was first invented, Gripp'd all their beauties, and crush'd out one Since to ingenerate every human creature fame;
And every other birth produc'd by Nature, She blush'd to see how beauty overcame
Moisture and heat must mix; so man and wife The thoughts of all men. Next, before her went For human race must join in nuptial life. Five lovely children, deck'd with ornament Then one of Juno's birds, the painted jay, Of her sweet colours, bearing torches by;
He sacrific'd, and took the gall away; For light was held a happy augury
All which he did behind the altar throw, Of generation, whose efficient right
In sign no bitterness of hate ** should grow, Is nothing else but to produce to light.
'Twixt married loves, por any least disdain. The odd disparent number they did choose, Nothing they spake, for 'twas esteem'd too plain To shew the union married loves should use, For the most silken mildness of a maid, Since in two equal parts it will not sever,
To let a public audience hear it said, But the midst holds one to rejoin it ever,
She boldly took the man; and so respected As common to both parts: men therefore deem Was bashfulness in Athens, it erected That equal number gods do not esteem, Being authors of sweet peace and unity, But pleasing to th' infernal empery,
* prize] "i. e. value." Ed. 1821.–V. R. "price."
are) Omitted in some 4tos. I arm) V. R. “hand."
§ thereafter) V. R. "hereafter." * To Adolesche's brain, &c.] "zdorioxas, garrulus." Ed. ll other's] V. R. "other." 1821.
Then) V. R "The." tal) Omitted in some 4tos.
** bitterness of hate) V. R. "hate of bitternesse."
To chaste Agueia,* which is Shamefacedness, And now brought home by guides, she heard by A sacred temple, holding her a goddess.
all, And now to feasts, masks, and triumphant That her long kept occurrents would be stale, shows,
And how fair Hymeu's bonours did excel The shining troops return'd, even till earth-throes Fort those rare news which she came short to Brought forth with joy the thickest part of
To hear her dear tongue robb’d of such a joy, When the sweet nuptial song, that us'd to cite Made the well-spoken nymph take such a toy,. All to their rest, was by Phemonöe † sung, That down she sunk: when lightning from above First Delphian prophetess, whose graces sprung Shrunk her lean body, and, for mere free love, Out of the Muses' well : she sung before
Turn'd her $ into the pied-plum'd Psittacus, The bride into her chamber; at which door That now the Parrot is surnam'd by us, A matron and a torch-bearer did stand :
Who still with counterfeit confusion prates A painted box of confits I in her hand
Naught but news common to the common'st The matron held, and so did other some
mates. That compass'd round the honour'd nuptial This told, strange Teras touch'd her lute, and
sung The custom was, that every maid did wear, This ditty, that the torchy || evening sprung. I During her maidenhead, a silken sphere About her waist, above $ her inmost weed,
Epithalamion Teratos. Knit with Minerva's knot, and that was freed Come, come, dear Night! Love's mart of kisses, By the fair bridegroom on the marriage-night, Sweet close of his ** ambitious line, With many ceremonies of delight:
The fruitful summer of his blisses ! And yet eterniz'd Hymen's tender bride,
Love's glory doth in darkness shine. To suffer it dissolv'd so, sweetly cried.
O, come, soft rest of cares! come, Night! The maids that heard, so lov'd and did adore Come, naked Virtue's only tire, her,
The reaped tt harvest of the light, They wish'd with all their hearts to suffer for Bound up in sheaves of sacred fire ! her.
Love calls to war; So had the matrons, that with confits stood
Sighs bis alarms, About the chamber, such affectionate blood,
Lips his swords are,
The field his arms.
On glorious Day's outfacing face;
And all thy crowned flames command, In noise of that sweet hail her I cries were
For torches to our nuptial grace! drown'd.
Love calls to war; And thus blest Hymen joy'd his gracious bride,
Sighs his alarms, And for his joy was after deified.
Lips his swords are,
The field bis arms,
To cast, in envy of thy peace,
Her balls of discord in thy #1 way:
* Agneia) "évria, pudicitia.” Ed. 1821.
† Phemonöe] “Vid. Pausan. I. x. c. 5."-Ed. 1821. Old eds. “ Phemonor" and "Phemoner."
I confits) i. e. comfits.
scrambling) V. R. "scrabling" (the mark for the m, over the a, having been omitted).
Ther] Old eds. "their." ** this) Old eds.“his."
* would) V. R. “should."
+ For] Altered by the modern editors to "Far," very erroneously.
loy] “Sudden strange humour, or fancy." Ed. 1891. $ her) Omitted in some 4tos. 11 torchy] V. R. "trocbie." 1 sprung) See note * p. 297, and note", p. 302. ** his) V. R. "this." tt The reaped] V.R. "The reapest," and "That reapest." Hi thy) V. R. "the."
Day is abstracted * here,
Love calls to war;
Sighs his alarms,
The field his arms.
Are not your own alone, but parted are;
have. Love paints his longings in sweet virgins' eyes : Rise, youths! Love's rite claims more than
The evening star I see :
Rise, youths! the evening star
Helps Love to summon war;
Both now embracing be. Rise, youths! Love's rite claims more than
banquets; rise ! Now the bright marigolds, that dock + the skies, Phoebus' celestial flowers, that, contrary To his flowers here, ope when he shuts his eye, And shut when he doth open, crown your
sports : Now Love in Night, and Night in Love exhorts Courtship and dances : all your parts employ, And suit Night's rich expansure with your joy. Love paints his longings in sweet virgins' eyes : Rise, youths! Love's rite claims more than
banquets; rise! Rise, virgins! lot fair nuptial loves enfold Your fruitless brcasts : the maidenheads yet hold
Herewith the amorous spirit, that was
kind To Teras' hair, and comb'd it down with wind, Still as it, comet-like, brake from her brain, Would needs have Teras gone, and did refrain To blow it down : which, staring up,+ dismay'd The timorous feast; and she no longer stay'd; But, bowing to the bridegroom and the bride, Did, like a shooting exhalation, glide Out of their sights : the turning of her back Made them all shriek, it look'd so ghastly
black. O hapless Hero ! that most hapless cloud Thy soon-succeeding tragedy foreshow'd. Thus all the nuptial crew to joys depart; But much-wrung I Hero, stood Hell's blackest
dart: Whose wound because I grieve so to display, I use digressions thus t'increase the day.
THE SIXTH SESTIAD.
The Argument of the Sixth Sestiad.
Her torch blown out, grief casts her down
Leucote flies to all the Winds,
poor Leander. Hero's eyes, Wet witnesses of his surprise,
No longer could the Day nor Destinies
* abstracted] V. R. "obstracted."
deck) V. R. “deckt." 1 ye) V. R. “you."
& With Alé, stir] V. R. “With Arte stir,' and “With Art doe stir." ll war] V. R. "wars."
jar] V. R. "iarwes."
share) V. R. "are." 7 staring up] V.R. "starting up."-It is perhaps hardly necessary to cite any passages in support of the former reading : “My haire doth stare, my bones for fear do quake."
Sylvester's Du Bartas, p. 50, ed. 1641. "Whose hair doth stare, like bristled porcupine."
Id. p. 101. much-wrung) Old eds. "much-rong," "much-rongd," and "much-wrong'd."
The Winds yet, like the flowers, to cease began; of flaming gums and comfortable spice,
What made it nothing, gave it all the prize.
But thou wert lov'd for good, held high, given Should stay his too obsequious destiny:
show; Who like a fleering * slavish parasite,
Poor virtue loath'd for good, obscur'd, held low: In warping profit or a traitorous sleight,
Do good, be pin'd, -be deedless good, disgrac'd ; Hoops round his rotten body with devotes, Unless we feed on men, we let them fast. And pricks his descant face full of false notes ; Yet Hero with these thoughts her torch did Praising with open throat, and oaths as foul
spend : As his false heart, the beauty of an owl;
When bees make * wax, Nature doth not intend Kissing his skipping hand with charmed skips, It should + be made a torch ; but wo, that know That cannot leave, but leaps upon his lips The proper virtue of it, make it so, Like a cock-sparrow, or a t shameless quean And, when 'tis made, we light it: nor did Nature Sharp at a red-lipp'd youth, and naught doth Propose one life to maids; but each such creature
Makes by her soul the best of her true state, Of all his antic shows, but doth repair
Which without love is rude, disconsolate, More tender fawns, and takes a scatter'd hair And wants love's fire to make it mild and bright, From his tame subject's shoulder; whips and Till when, maids are but torches wanting light calls
Thus'gainst our grief, not cause of grief, we fight: For every thing he lacks; creeps 'gainst the walls The right of naught is gleand, but the delight. With backward humbless, I to give needless way: Up went she: but to tell how she descended, Thus his false fate did with Leander play. Would God she were not dead, or my verse First to black Eurus flies the white Leucote,
ended! (Born ʼmongst the negroes in the Levant sea, She was the rule of wishes, sum, and end, On whose curld head 8] the glowing sun doth For all the parts that did on love depend : rise,)
Yet cast the torch bis brightness further forth; And shews the sovereign will of Destinies, But what shines nearest best, holds truest worth. To have him cease his blasts; and down he lies. Leander did not through such tempests swim Next, to the fendy Notus course she holds, To kiss the torch, although it lighted him: And found him leaning, with his arms in folds, But all his powers in her desires awaked, Upon a rock, ş his white hair full of showers; Her love and virtues cloth'd him richly baked. And him she chargeth by the fatal powers, Men kiss but fire that only shows pursue ; To hold in his wet cheeks his cloudy voice. Her torch and Hero, figure show and virtue. To Zephyr then that doth in flowers rejoice : Now at oppos'd Abydos paught was heard To snake-foot Boreas next she did remove, But bleating flocks, and many a bellowing herd, And found him tossing of his ravish'd love, Il Slaiu for the nuptials; cracks of falling woods; To heat his frosty bosom hid in snow;
Blows of broad axes; pourings I out of foods Who with Leucote's eight did cease to blow. The guilty Hellespont was mix'd and stain'd Thus all were still to Hero's heart's desire; With bloody torrent § that the shambles raid'd ; Who with all speed did consecrate a fire
Not arguments of feast. but shows that bled,
More blood was spilt, more honours were addrest, Even as thy beauties * did the foul black seas ;
The seats of Virtue, cutting short as dust
expense, Her dear.bought + issue : ill to worse converts, But the two hapless lords, Leander's sire, And tramples in the blood of all deserts. And poor Leander, poorest where the fire
Night close and silent now goes fast before Of credulous love made him most rich surmis'd: The captains and the soldiers to the shore, As short was he of that himself so priz'd,+ On whom attended I the appointed fleet As is I an empty gallant full of form,
At Sestos' bay, that should Leander meet, That thinks each look an act, each drop a storm, Who feign'd he in another ship would pass : That falls from his brave breathings ; most Which must not be, for no one mean there was brought up
To get his love home, but the course he took. In our metropolis, and hath his cup
Forth did his beauty for his beauty look, Brought after bim to feasts; and much palm bears And saw her through her torch, as you behold For his rare judgment in th' attire he wears; Sometimes within the sun a face of gold, Hath seen the hot Low-Countries, not their heat, Form'd in strong thoughts, by that tradition's Observes their rampires and their buildings yet ;
force And, for $ your sweet discourse with mouths, is That says a god sits there and guides his course. heard
His sister was with him; to whom he shew'd Giving instructions with his very beard ;
His guide by sea, and said, “Oft have you view'd Hath gone with an ambassador, and been
In one heaven many 'stars, but never yet A great man's mate in travelling, even to Rhene; In one star many heavens till now were met. And then puts all his worth in such a face See, lovely sister ! see, now Hero shines, As he saw brave men make, and strives for grace No heaven but her & appears ; each star repines, To get his news forth: as when you descry And all are clad in clouds, as if they mourn'd A ship, with all her sail contends to fly
To be by influence of earth out-burn'd. Out of the narrow Thames with winds unapt, Yet doth she shine, and teacheth Virtue's train Now crosseth here, then there, then this way rapt, Still to be constant in hell's blackest reign, And then bath one point reach'd, then alters all, Though even the gods themselves do so entreat || And to another crooked reach doth fall
them Of half a bird-bolt's shoot,ll keeping more coil As they did bate, and earth as she would eat Than if she danc'd upon the ocean's toil ;
them.” So serious is his trifling company,
Off' went his silken | robe, and in he leapt, In all his swelling ship of vacantry
Whom the kind waves so licorously cleapt,** And so short of himself in his high thought Thickening for haste, one in another, so, Was our Leander in his fortunes brought, To kiss his skin, that he might almost go And in bis fort of love that he thought won; To Hero's tower, had that kind minute lasted. But otherwise be scorns comparison.
But now the cruel Fates with Até hasted O sweet Leander, thy large worth I hide To all the Winds, and made them battle fight In a short grave! ill-favour'd storms must chide Upon the Hellespont, for either's right Thy sacred favour; I in floods of ink
Pretended to the windy monarchy; Must drown thy graces, which white papers drink, And forth they brake, the seas mix'd with the sky,
Avd toss'd distress'd Leander, being in hell,
As high as heaven : bliss not in height doth dwell. this) V. R. "his." himself 80 priz'di Old eds. "himselfe he prisde," * beauties) V. R. "beauty." himselfe he surprisde," and "himselje surpris'd."
dear-bought] V. R. "deare brought." I is) V. R. "in."
I attended) V. R. “attend." $ Anal, for] V. R. “And ns for."
$ her] V. R. "hers." Il a bird-bolt's shoot}-bird-bolt, i. e. an arrow so formod Il entreat) i e. treat. as to kill birds by the force of the blow, without piercing silken V. R. “silke." them.
** cleapt) An alteration, for the rhyme, of clipt, 1. o. 9 favour) i e. look, countenance,-beauties,