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There all his lofty spoils and trophies fitting ; His mighty shoulders, like that giant Swain, Displays the marks of highest Deity:
All heav'n and carth, and all in both fustain; There full of strength in lordly arms he stands, Yet kuows no weariness, nor feels oppreling pain. And every heart, and every soul commands :
LXXXV. No heart, no soul, his strength and lordly force Her amber hair like to the funny ray, withstands.
With gold enamels fair the filver white;
There heav'nly loves their pretty fportings play, Upon her forehead thousand cheerful graces, Firing their darts in that wide flaming light: Seated on thrones of spotless ivory;
Her dainty neck, spread with that filver molt. There gentle love his armed hand unbraces;
Where double beauty doth itself unfold, His bow unbent disclaims all tyranny;
In th' own fair silver shines, and fairer borrow'd
Persuading more by simple modest smiles,
Where loves self-sailing, shipwreck'd often fitUpon her cheek doth beauty's self implant
teth. The freshest garden of her choiceft flow'rs; Her's a twin-rock, unknown, but to th' hip-master; On which, if Envy might but glance ascant, Which harbours him alone, all other splitteth. Her eyes would swell, and burll, and melt in Where better could her love than here have show'rs :
(feafted? Thrice fairer both than ever faireft ey'd;
Or he his thoughts than here more (weetly Heav'n never such a bridegroom yet descry'd; Then both their love and thoughts in each are Nor ever earth so fair, so undefil'd a bride.
LXXXVII. Full of his Father shines his glorious face, Run now you shepherd (wains ; ah! run you thiAs far the sun surpassing in his light,
(way: As doth the sun the earth, with flaming blaze : Where this fair bridegroom leads the blessed Sweet influence streams from his quick'oingsight: And haste you lovely maids, hafte you together His beams from nought did all this All dis With this sweet bride, while yet the sunshine play;
day And when to less than nought they fell away, Guides your blind steps; while yet loud sumHe soon reitor'd again by his new orient ray.
That every wood and hill resounds withal, All heav'n shines forth in her sweet face's frame : Come Hymen, Hymen come, drest in thy golden
Her seeing stars (which we miscall bright eyes) pall.
There, back restore the timely summer's fire; While heav'nly spheres unto the voices play'd Thore, springing thoughts in winter hearts But see the day is ended with my song, infpire,
And sporting bathes with that fair ocean maid: Inspiriting dead souls, and quick’ning warm desire. Stoop now thy wing, my musc, now floop
thee low :
(now; These two fair suns in heav'nly spheres are plac'd, Hence may'st thou freely play, and reit thee
Where in the centre, joy triumphing lits : While here I hang my pipe upon the willow bough. Thus in all high perfections fully grac'd, Her mid-day bliss no fucure night admits : So up they rose, while all the shepherds throng
But in the mirrors of her Spouse's eyes With their loud pipes a country triumph blow,
Her Tairest self she dresses; there where lies And led their Thirsii home with joyful fong : All sweets, a glorious beauty to emparadise. Mean time the lovely nymphs with garlands LXXXIV.
bour, His locks like raven's plumes, or shinining jet, His locks in' bay and honour'd palm-tree Fall down in curls along his ivory neck;
With lilies set, and hyacinths around; Within their circlets hundred graces set, [deck : And lord of all the year, and their May-sportingo
And with love-knots their comely hangings crown'd.
PISCATORY ECLOGU E S.
Of Aquadune I learnt to fold my net, It was the time faithful Halcyone,
And spread the fail, and beat the river round,
Bidding him calm his proud white-curled head, heir
The time when gentle Flora's lover reigns, Soft creeping all along green Neptune's smoothcst There, while our thin nets dangling in the wind plains.
Hung on our oars tops, I learnt to fing
Among my peers, apt words to fitly bind When hapless Thelgon (a poor fisher fwain) In num'rous verse : witness thou crystal spring Came from his boat to tell the rocks his 'plain- Where all the lads were pebbles wont to find ; ing :
And you thick hasles, that on Thamis' brink In rocks he found, and the high-swelling main : Didoft with dallying boughs his silver waters drink. More sense, more pity far, more love remain. ing,
But when my tender youth 'gan fairly blow, Than in the great Amynta's fierce disdain :
I chang'd large Thames for Chamus' narrower Was not his peer for fong 'mong all the lads
seas: Whose friling pipe, or voice, the sea-born maid. There, as my years, so skill with years did grow; en glads.
And now my pipe the better fort did please ;
So that with Limnus, and with Belgio, About his head a rocky canopy,
I durft to challenge all my fisher peers, and craggy hangings, round a shadow threw, That by learn'd Chamus' banks did spend their R butting Phæbus' parching fervency;
youthful years. lito his bolom Zephyr softly flew; Hard by his feet the sea came waving by : And Janus' self, that oft with me compar'd; The while to seas and rocks (poor swain :) he with his oft lofles rais'd my victory; fang;
That afterward in song he never dar'd The while the seas and rocks ans’ring loud echoes Provoke my conqu'ring pipe ; but enviously rang.
Deprave the songs, which fickt his songs had marr'd; IV.
And closely bite when now he durft not bark, You goodly nymphs, that in your marble cell Hating all others' light, because himself was dark. in spending never spend your sportful days, C:, when you lift, in pearled boats of shell And whether nature, join'd with art, had wrought Glide on the dancing wave, that leaping plays
me, Alout the wanton skiff; and you that dwell Or 1 too much believ'd the fisher's praise;
In Neptune's court, the ocean's plenteous:hrong, or whether Phabus' self, or muses, taught me, Doign you to gently hear fad Thelgon's plaining Too much inclin'd to verse, and music plays; fong.
So far credulity and youth had brought me,
I sang fad Telethusa's frustrate plaint, When the raw blossom of my youth was yet And ruitic Daphnis' wrong, and magic's vain res In my hart childhcod's green inclosure bound,
When thou, Amyntas, like the fire-drake rare And then appeas'd young Myrtilus, repining
geft; At general contempt of shepberd's life; The sea keeps on his course, when like the wind And raised my rhyme, to sing of Richard's climb thou changett.
ing; And taught our Chame to end the old-bred Yet as I swiftly fail'd the other day, ftrife,
The settled rock seem'd from his seat remove, Mythicus' claim to Nicias resigning :
And standing waves seem'd doubtfal of their The while his goodly nymphs with song de
And by their stop they wavering reprove : My notes with choicest flowers, and garlands Sure either this thou didst but mocking say, sweet, rcquited.
Or else the rock and sea had heard my plaisa
ing; From thence a shepherd great, pleas'd with my But thou (ay me!) art only conftant in die song,
daining Drew me to Basilissa's courtly place;
XVIII. Fair Bafiliffa, faireft maid among (grace.
Ah! would thou knew't how much it better were The nymphs that white-cliff Albion's forests To 'bide among the simple fisher (wains ; Her errand drove my flender bark along
No shrieking owl, no night-crow lodgech here; The feas which wash the fruitful German's Nor is our simple pleasure mixt with pains : land,
Our sports begin with the beginning year; And swelling Rhine, whose wines run swiftly o'er In calms, to pull the leaping fish to land; the fand.
In roughs, to ling and dance aloag the golda
sand. But after bolden'd with my first success,
I durst essay the new-found paths, that led I have a pipe, which once thou lovedit well, To flavish Moscow's dullard sluggishness;
(Was never pipe that gave a better sound), Whose Nothful sun all winter keeps his bed, Which oft to hear, fair Thetis from her cell, But never sleeps in summer's wakefulness :
Thetis, the Queen of seas, attended round Yet all for nought: another took the gain : With hundred nymphs, and many powers the Faitour, that reapt the pleasure of another's pain! dwell
In th' ocean's rocky walls, came up to hear, And travelling along the northern plains, And gave me gists, which ftill for the lic hoarded
At her command I pass’d the bounding Tweed, here. And liv'd a while with Caledonian swains:
My life with fair Amyntas there I led : Here, with sweet bays, the lovely myrtles gror, Anıyntas fair, whom ftill my fore heart plains. Where th' ocean's fair-check'd maidens oft te Yet seem'd he then to love as he was lov'd;
pair ; But (ah!) I fear, true love his high heart never Here to my pipe they dancen on a row; prov'd.
No other swain may come to note their fair;
Yet my Amyntas there with me fhall go. And now he haunts th' infamous woods and Proteus himself pipes to his flock hereby, downs
Whom thou shalt hear, ne'er seen by any jealou And on Napean nymphs doth wholly doat :
eye. What carcs bc for poor Thelgon's plainiful sounds?
Thelgon, poor master of a poorer boat. But ah ! both me and shepherds he disdaine, Janus is crept from his wont prison bounds, While I fit piping to the gadding winds;
And fits the porter to his ear and mind : Better that to the boilt'rous sea complains ; What hope Amyntas' love a fisher (wain should Sooner fierce waves are mov'd, than his hard find?
I'll to some rock far from our common mains, Yet once he said, (which I, then fool, believ'd), And in hiq bofom learn forget my smart,
(The woods of it, and Damon, witness be ;) And blot Amyntas' name from Thelgon's wretch When in fair Albion's fields he firft arriv'd,
ed heart. " When I forget crue Thelgon's love to me, The love which ne'er my certain hope deceiv'd ; So up he rose, and launch'd into the deep, “ The wavering sea shall land, and rocks re Dividing with his oar the surging main, move :"
Which, dropping, seem'd with tears his cafe to He said, and I believ'd; so credulous is love.
The whistling winds join'd with the Seas 18 You steady rocks, why yet do you stand still?
plain, You fleeting waves, why do you never stand? And o'er his boat in whines lamenting creep. Amyntas hath forgot his Thelgon's quill;
Nought feared he fierce ocean's watry ire, His promise and his love are writ in land: Who in his heart of grief and love fel eget But rocks are firme though Neptunc sage his fill ;
DORUS. MYRTILUS. THOMALIN. THIRSIL.
The muses me forsake, not I the muses; Since stormy winds and waves inteftine spite Thomalin, thou know'st how I them honour'd Impatient rage of sail or bending oar;
ever : Sit we, and fing, while winds and waters fight; Not I my Chame, but me proud Chame refuses : And carol loud of love, and love's delight. His froward spites my strong affection sever ;
Else from his banks could I have parted never : Myrtilus.
But like his swans, when now their fate is nigh, Dorus, ah, rather stormy seas require,
Where singing sweet they liv'd, there dead they With sadder notes, the tempeft's rage deplore :
In calms let's fing of love and lover's fire. So would I gladly live, so would I gladly dic.
My fish (the guerdon of my toil and pain)
He causeless seiz'd, and, with ungrateful spite,
Bestow'd upon a less deserving swain : Now, as thou art a lad, repeat that lay; The cost and labour mine, his all the gain. Myrtil, his songs more please my ravith'd ear, My boat lies broke, my oars are crack'd and gonc: Than rumbling brooks that with the pebbles Noughe has he left me, but my pipe alone, play,
Which, with his fadder notes, may help his master's
Ungrateful Chame! how oft hath Thirsil crown'd See'f thon that rock, which hanging o'er the With songs and garlands thy obfcurer head ! main
That now thy name through Albion loud doth Looks proudly down ? there as I under lay,
found. This fil, with Thomalin, I heard complain ; Ah, foolish Chame! who now in Thirsil's stead Thomalin (who now goes fighing all the day), Shall chaunt thy praise, since Thelgon's lately Who thus 'gan tempt his friend with Chamish dead ? boys to stay.
He whom thou lov'st can neither sing nor play,
His dusty pipe, scorn'd, broke, is caft away :
Ah, foolish Chame! who now shall grace thy ho. Thirlil, what wicked chance, or luckless star,
liday! From Chamus' ftreams removes thy boat and mind?
Tbirfil. Far hence thy boat is bound, thy mind more Too fond my former hopes! I fill expected More sweet or fruitful freams where canst thou ( With my desert his love should grow the more : find?
Ill can he love, who Thelgon's love rejected; Where fi fer-lads, or nymphs, more fair or kind? Thelgon, who more hath grac'd his graceless shore, The muses felves fit with the sliding Chame : Thau any swain that ever sang before. Chame and the muses felves do love thy name. Yet Gripus he prefer'd, when Thelgon (trove : Where thou art lov'd so dear, so much to hate is I wish no other curse he ever prove; (love. hаmе. .
Who Thelgon causeless hates, still may hc Gripus
Can such a wrong with Chanie, or miuses dwell, However here thou liv'it in joyless pain, That Thelgon's worth and love with hate they Prelt down with grief and patient misery; quite ?
Yet shalt thou live when thy proud enemy Tbir fil.
Shall rot, with scorn and base contempt oppret. Thomalin, judge thou ; and thou that judgest Sure now in joy thou safe and glad dost rest, right,
Smil'st at those eager foes, which here thee fa Great king of seas, that grasp's the ocean, hear,
moleft. If ever thou thy Thelgon loved's dear :
XVII. Though thou forbear a while, yet long thou canst
Tbirfil. not bear.
Thomalin, mourn not for him; he's sweetly
fleeping When Thelgon here had spent his 'prentice In Neptune's court, whom here he sought to please; years,
While humming rivers, by his cabin creeping, Soon had he learn'd to sing as sweet a note Rock soft his slumb'ring thoughts in quiet easc:
As ever strook the churlish Chamus' ears : Mourn for thyself, here winds do never cease; To him the river gives a costly boat,
Our dying life will better fit thy crying : 'That on his waters he might safely float:
He softly sleeps, and blest is quiet lying. The song's reward, which oft unto his hore Who ever living dies, he becter lives by dying. He sweetly tuned : then arm'd with fail and oar, Dearly the gist he loved, but lov'd the giver niore.
Can Thir Gl then our Chame abandon ever? Scarce of the boat he yet was full poffeft, And never will our fishers see again? When, with a mind more changing than his wave,
(vour Again bequeath'd it to a wand'ring guest, Who 'gainst a raging itream doth vain endeaWhom then he only saw; to him he gave To drive his boat, gets labour for his pain : The fails and oars : in vain poor Thelgon strave, When fares command to go, to lag is vain. The boat is under fail, no boot to plain :
As late upon the shore I chanc'd to play, Then banish'd him, the more to eke his pain, I heard a voice, like thunder, loudly say, As if himself were wrong'd, and did not wrong Thirfil, why idly liv'st? Thirsil, away, a way." the swain.
Thou god of seas, thy voice I gladly hear; From thence he furrow'd many a churlith fea; Thy voice (thy voice I know, I glad obey: The viny Rhene, and Voigha's self did pass,
Only, do thou my wand'ring wherry steer; Who lleds doth suffer on his wat'ry lea, And when it errs (as it will eas'ly stray), And horses trampling on his icy fate :
Upon the rock with hopeful anchor stay: Where Phæbus, prison'd in the frozen glass, Then will I swim where's either sea or shore, All winter cannot move his quenched light, Where never swain or boat was seen afore: Nor, in the heat, will drench his chariot bright: My trunk shall be my boat, mine arm shall be ny Thereby the tedious year is all one day and night. Yet little thank, and less reward, he got;
Thomalin, methinks I hear thy speaking cyc He never learn'd to soothe the itching car: Woo nie my poiting journey to delay : One day (as chanc'd) he spied that painted But let thy love yield to neceflity : boat
With thee, my friend, too gladly would I hay Which once was his : though his of right it were, And live, and die: were Thomalin away He bought it now again, and bought it dear. (Though now I half unwilling leave his Atream), But Chame to Gripus gave it once again,
However Chame doth Thirfil lightly deem, Gripus, the baselt and most dung-hill swain, Yec would thy Thirfil less proud Chamus' fcortis That ever drew a net, or fil'd in fruitful main.
XXI. Go now, ye fither-boys, go learn to play,
T bemalin. To play and sing along your Chamus' fhore: Who now with Thomalin shall fit and fing?
Go watch and toil, go spend the night and day, Who left to play in lovely Myrtil's shade? While winds and waves, while torms and tem Or tune sweet ditries to so sweet a string? pests roar;
Who now those wounds shall fwage in covert And for your trade consume your life and store :
glad, Lo your reward; thus will your Chamus use you : Sweet-bitter wounds which cruel love hath niade? Why should you plain that lozel swaias refuse You fisher-boys, and lea-maids' dainty crew,
Farewell! for Thomalin will seek a new Chomus good fiflers ha:es, the muses’ selves abuse and more refe&ful Arcam : ungrateful Chane, Julie