56 THE H1STORIE OF
Fowle gaze against the Sunne but the Eagle, actions wrought against nature reape despight, and thoughts above Fortune disdaine. Fawnia, thou art a shep-heard, daughter to poore Porrus : if thou rest content with this, thou art like to stande, if thou climbe thou art sure to fal. The Herb Anita growing higher then sixe ynches becommeth a weede. Nylus flowing more then twelve cubits procureth a dearth. Daring affections that passe measure, are cut shorte by time or fortune: suppresse then Fawnia those thoughts which thou mayest shame to expresse. But ah Fawnia, love is a Lord, who will commaund by power, and constraine by force. Dorastus, ah Dorastus is the man I love, the woorse is thy hap. and the lesse cause hast thou to hope. Will Eagles catch at flyes, will Cedars stoupe to brambles, 01 mighty Princes looke at such homely trulles ? No, no, thinke this, Dorastus disdaine is greater then th} desire, hee is a Prince respecting his honour, thou £ beggars brat forgetting thy calling. Cease then no onely to say, but to thinke to love Dorastus, and dis semble thy love Fawnia, for better it were to dye will griefe, then to live with shame: yet in despight o love I will sigh, to see if I can sigh out love.
Fawnia somewhat appeasing her griefes with thes pithie perswasions, began after her wonted maner t walke about her sheepe, and to keepe them fror straying into the corne, suppressing her affection wit the due consideration of her base estate, and with th impossibilities of her love, thinking it were frenzy, nc fancy, to covet that which the very destinies did den her to obteine.
But Dorastus was more impatient in his passions for love so fiercely assayled him, that neither con panie, nor musicke could mittigate his martirdom' but did rather far the more increase his maladie shame would not let him crave counsaile in this cas