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7, 


THE   POETRY 

OF 

GEORGE  WITHER 


EDITED   BY 

FRANK  SIDGWICK 


VOL.  I 


LONDON 

A.  H.  BULLEN 

47   GREAT  RUSSELL  STREET,  W.C. 

1902 


- 

x 


RICHARD  CLAY  &  SONS,  LIMITED, 
LONDON  &  BUNGAY. 


IQ02. 
VJ 


TO  THE 

REV.    R.    F.    BIGG-WITHER 
THIS  EDITION  OF  HIS  ANCESTOR'S   POEMS 

IS   DEDICATED 

WITH  MUCH  GRATITUDE  FOR 
ASSISTANCE  RECEIVED 


PREFACE 

THE  title  of  this  edition  of  "  the  Poetry  of  George 
Wither"  has  been  selected  to  indicate  its  contents 
as  closely  as  possible.  The  satires  Abuses  Stript  and 
Whipt  and  the  Motto  might  fill  a  companion  volume, 
but  there  is  little  of  literary  interest  in  the  rest  of 
Wither's  voluminous  works. 

If  it  be  objected  that  the  biography  allots  too  much 
space  to  the  consideration  of  the  poet's  early  life,  my 
defence  must  be  that  the  poetry  of  Wither,  with  which 
this  edition  is  concerned,  was  written  before  1622 ; 
hence  the  apparent  lack  of  proportion. 

The  poet's  name  is  spelled  "Wither"  throughout, 
that  being  the  form  for  which  there  is  most  authority  ; 
of  this,  "  Wyther"  is  a  mere  alternative.  The  third 
form  "Withers"  seems,  curiously  enough,  to  have 
been  used  derogatorily,  Johnson,  Dryden,  Swift,  and 
Pope  all  mocking  the  poet  under  that  title.1 


1902,  I  find  t — "  George  Withers,  a  tramp,"  charged  with  "  soli 
citing  alms."    History  repeats  itself. 


x  PREFACE 

My  best  thanks  are  due  in  the  first  place  to  the 
Rev.  R.  F.  Bigg- Wither,  Rector  of  Wonston,  Hants  ; 
to  Mr.  Sidney  Bates,  the  present  owner  of  Manydown 
House  ;  the  Rev.  H.  A.  Wilson,  Librarian  of  Mag 
dalen  College,  Oxford ;  to  Mr.  Sidney  Lee ;  to  Mr. 
C.  W.  Button,  of  the  Manchester  Free  Library ;  and 
last  but  not  least,  to  Mr.  A.  H.  Bullen,  without 
whose  encouragement  the  work  would  never  have 
been  undertaken. 

F.  S. 


CONTENTS   OF  VOL.   I 

INTRODUCTION —  PAGB 

Biographical           xiii 

Posthumous  Reputation xl 

Portraits      ...         ...         ...         ...         ...  xlvi 

Bibliography          xlvii 

List  of  Editions,  Reprints,  etc liv 

THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING — 

To  the  Reader       3 

Eclogue  I g 

Eclogue  II             21 

Eclogue  III           ^ 

Eclogue  IV            46 

Eclogue  V              65 

Postscript 76 

FIDELIA — 

The  Occasion,  etc.  (1615  edition)           ...  83 
The  Stationer  to  the  Reader  (1617  and 

'19  eds.)            9I 

Fidelia        ...         ...         ...         M 

The  Author's  Resolution  in  a  Sonnet     ...  138 

Inter  Equitand :  Palinod :           140 

Sonnet        ...         ...         ...         ...         ...  14! 

MASTER   JOHNSON'S  ANSWER  TO  MASTER 

WITHERS       ^ 

A  LOVE  SONNET        I48 

EPITHALAMIA — 

To  the  Christian  Readers            157 

Epithalamion         ...         ...         ...         ...  ^8 

Epithalamion  ("  Valentine,  good-morrow 

tothee")            !69 

Certain  Epigrams  concerning  Marriage  180 

NOTES  TO  VOL.  I 


INTRODUCTION 

BIOGRAPHICAL 
I.  1588-1622 

THE  home  of  the  Withers  from  the  time  of  Edward 
III.  was  at  Manydown,  near  Wootton  St.  Lawrence 
in  Hampshire,  where  in  1338  there  existed  a  Manor 
House.1  From  papers  long  in  the  possession  of  the 
family — manor  rolls,  accounts,  etc. — Dean  G.  W. 
Kitchin  has  compiled,  for  the  Hampshire  Record 
Society,  a  volume  concerning  this  manor.  Herein 
we  find,  dated  1338, 

In  toto  gardino  de  Manidoune 
yalcando,  spargendo,  et  levanJo ijj. 

The  manor  contained  then,  as  it  still  contains,  some 
fine  timber ;  for  early  in  the  fifteenth  century  William 
of  Wykeham  made  use  of  it  to  reconstruct  the  nave 
of  his  Cathedral  Church  at  Winchester,  and  in  1459 
three  huge  oaks  from  Manydown  were  sent  to  the 

1  There  still  remains  a  red-brick  four-sided  court,  two  storeys 
high  originally;  the  house  has  been  added  to  by  succeeding 
generations. 


xiv  INTRODUCTION 

Prior  of  St.  Swithun's  for  the  roof  of  the  great  hall 
of  the  Priory,  which  still  remains  the  chief  part  of 
the  Deanery ;  the  oak  timbers  are  to  be  seen  to  this 
day. 

A  pedigree  of  the  family  of  Wither,  given  in  the 
Visitation  Book  of  Hampshire  (Harl.  MS.  1473, 
f.  189),  begins  with  a  certain  "Thomas  Wither,  of 
the  County  of  Lancaster,  Esquire."  He  had  three 
sons,  Thomas,  Richard  of  Hunstarton  in  Cheshire,  and 
Robert,  who  came  to  Manydown.  There  is  a  pedi 
gree  of  the  descendants  of  Richard  of  Hunstarton,  in 
cluding  George  Wither  the  Archdeacon  of  Colchester, 
in  Harl.  MS.  1541,  f.  161.  Robert's  son  Thomas  of 
Manydown  married  Joan,  daughter  of  Richard  Mason 
of  Sydmonton  ;  their  sons  were  John  of  Manydown, 
who  married  Ann  (or  Agnes),  daughter  of  John 
AylefTe  of  Skenes,1  Thomas,  and  Richard  of  Syd 
monton.  The  sons  of  John  and  Ann  Wither  were 
John,  who  appears  to  have  been  disinherited,  Richard 
of  Manydown,  William,  and  George,  who  married 
Avelyn,  daughter  of  John  Shank,  and  became  the 
father  of  numerous  children. 

Richard  of  Manydown,  the  grandfather  of  the  poet, 
married  Margaret,  daughter  of  William  Poynter  of 
Whitchurch.  For  the  subsequent  generations,  see 
pedigree  on  p.  xv. 

The  poet's  mother  was  said  by  Sir  Samuel  Egerton 
Brydges  to  be  a  certain  Ann  Searle.  I  have  not  traced 
this  information  beyond  him,  and  I  conclude  he  obtained 

1  On  a  tombstone  in  Wootton  St.  Lawrence  Church  the  name 
is  given  as  Ayliffe  of  Sky  res. 


xvi  INTRODUCTION 

it  from  the  register  at  Wootton  St.  Lawrence,  where 
the  marriage  of  "  Georgius  Wither  with  Anna  Serle" 
is  recorded.  If  he  did  so,  he  was  careless,  for  the 
date  of  that  marriage  is  "  I2th  Feb.  1604,"  some 
sixteen  years  after  the  poet  was  born.  Searle  is  a 
Hampshire  name,  and  Anne  Searle  not  an  uncommon 
combination.  In  1641  another  George  Wither  (of 
Winchester)  married  another  Anne  Searle.  Again, 
Ann,  sister  to  Joan  wife  of  John  Wither  (see  pedigree) 
married  Roger  Searle  of  Odiham  (Harl.  MS.  1473). 
In  any  case  the  Wootton  St.  Lawrence  marriage  is  a 
puzzle ;  it  may  have  been  the  second  marriage l  of 
the  poet's  father,  or  it  may  have  been  another  George 
altogether. 

By  the  will  of  George  Wither  the  elder  it  is  proved 
that  the  Christian  name  of  the  poet's  mother  was 
Mary.2  And  in  1661,  Wither  himself  writes,  in  A 
Sacrifice  of  Praise  and  Prayer, 

"The  families  from  whom  I  was  designed  ^ 
To  take  my  being,  Thou  hast  now  twice  joined, 
And  their  two  surnames,  being  joined  together, 
Denominate  my  grandson  Hunt  L'Wither." 

I  conclude  from  these  two  statements  that  the  poet's 
mother  was  a  Mary  Hunt ;  his  son  Robert  married 
"  Elizabeth,  daughter  of  John  Hunt  of  Fidding,"  and 
so  "twice  joined"  the  families  Hunt  and  Wither. 
"Fidding,"  now  Theddon,  is  a  splendid  grange, 

1  Anthony -a- Wood  records  that  the  poet  was  "  the  first  son 
by  a  second  venter  " ;  he  may  have  known  that  the  elder  George 
Wither  did  marry  twice,  but  inverted  the  order. 

2  The  will  was  discovered  by  the  Rev.  R.  F.  Bigg- Wither  in 
the  Registry  at  Winchester.     See  Appendix  C  for  a  copy  of  it. 


INTRODUCTION  xvii 

standing  on  an  eminence  over  Alton,  close  to  Bent- 
worth,  the  poet's  birthplace,  and  commanding  a  view 
as  far  as  the  hills  of  Farnham  and  Hindhead  in 
Surrey.  The  name,  too,  was  known  at  Bentworth, 
where  in  the  church  there  still  exists  a  most  beautiful 
oak  font-cover,  pyramidal  in  shape,  with  the  legend 
round  three  sides  of  the  base, 

I-AM-GEVEN-BI  |  MARTHA 'HVNT  |  ANNO.  1605. 
The  proximity  of  Theddon  to  Bentworth  is  another 
link ;  they  are  not  two  miles  apart.  Whether  George 
the  elder  chose  Bentworth  for  his  home  and  there 
found  a  wife,  or  whether  he  went  there  to  be  near 
his  wife's  home,  is  of  course  unknown.  At  Bentworth,1 
however,  on  June  u,  1588,  while  the  Great  Armada 
was  on  its  way  to  England,  a  son  was  born  to  George 
and  Mary  Wither,2  and  named  after  his  father. 

Bentworth,  some  ten  miles  to  the  south-east  of 
Manydown,  and  four  to  the  west  of  Alton,  stands 
high  on  a  "  chalky  down,"  and  its  "  beechy  shadows  " 
may  still  be  enjoyed,  though  Scotch  firs,  elms,  and 
oaks  are  also  conspicuous.  Larger  elms  the  poet 
saw  at  Oxford,  when  he  went  to  Magdalen,  and  an 
even  grander  yew  than  the  one  in  Bentworth  church 
yard,  he  no  doubt  saw  in  that  of  Selborne,  afterwards 
described  by  Gilbert  White ;  but  the  whole  effect  of 
the  Hampshire  scenery  must  have  helped  the  inclin 
ation  to  poetry  of  the  young  George  Wither,  from 

1  The  registers  are  irregular  till  1603.     The   date  is  from 
Wood. 

2  Their  other  children  were  two  sons,  James  and  Anthony, 
and  four  daughters,  Mary,  Anne,  Jane,  and  Polyxena. 

VOL.  I.  b 


xviii  INTRODUCTION 

Bentworth's  beeches  to  the  Pool  of  Alresford,  both 
of  which  he  has  effectively  sung. 

If  the  young  poet  was  fortunate  in  his  natural 
surroundings,  he  was  no  less  so  in  his  circumstances. 
In  the  third  canto  of  his  Britain's  Remembrancer  he 
alludes  to  the  ease  and  luxury  of  his  early  life  under 
the  paternal  roof: — 

"When  daily  I  on  change  of  dainties  fed, 
Lodged  night  by  night  upon  an  easy  bed 
In  lordly  chambers,  and  had  wherewithal 
Attendants  forwarder  than  I  to  call, 
Who  brought  me  all  things  needful ;  when  at  hand, 
Hounds,  hawks,  and  horses  were  at  my  command." 

Nevertheless,  he  had  to  go  to  school.  Wood 
tells  us  he  was  ' '  educated  in  grammatical  learning 
under  the  noted  schoolmaster  of  those  parts  called 
John  Greaves  of  Colemore."  This  was  the  father  of 
John  Greaves,  Savilian  Professor  of  Astronomy  at 
Oxford  in  1643,  and  of  Dr.  Thomas  Greaves,  D.D., 
whom  Wood  calls  a  "man  of  great  learning."  That 
Wither  remembered  his  early  tutor  with  affection,  is 
shown  in  one  of  the  Epigrams  (No.  16)  attached  to 
Abuses  Stript  and  Whipt. 

Leaving  this  school,  "no  whit  in  grammar-rules  to 
seek,  in  Lillie's  Latin,  nor  in  Camden's  Greek,"  he 
entered  Magdalen  College,  Oxford,  in  his  fifteenth 
year,  as  he  tells  us. 

Assuming  this  to  be  1603,  it  seems  we  must  modify 
the  statement  of  Wood,  that  he  came  under  John 
Warner's  tutorship,  and  that  of  Aubrey,  who  says 
"  he  was  pupill  to  bishop  Warner  of  Rochester  : "  if 
he  was,  it  was  not  at  the  beginning  of  his  university 


BENTVVORTH   BEECHES. 


INTRODUCTION  xix 

career.  On  this  period  the  Rev.  H.  A.  Wilson,  of 
Magdalen  College,  Oxford,  has  kindly  sent  the  sub 
joined  notes : — 

"  There  seems  to  be  no  reference  to  George  Wither  in  the 
records  of  Magdalen.  I  have  not  come  upon  any  :  Mr.  Macray, 
who  has  recently  examined  the  accounts  and  other  documents  of 
the  College  for  the  early  part  of  the  seventeenth  century,  tells 
me  that  he  has  found  no  mention  of  his  name ;  and  as  Dr. 
Bloxam's  MS.  notes  contain  no  reference  to  any  such  mention, 
I  infer  that  he  found  none.  But  this  is  quite  consistent  with  the 
possibility  that  Wither  was  in  residence  for  some  time  as  a  non- 
foundationer.  The  College  admission-registers  of  the  time 
record  only  the  admissions  of  Demies  and  Fellows  :  and  it  is 
very  rarely  that  non-foundationers  are  mentioned  in  any  of  the 
College  books  of  the  seventeenth  century. 

"Apparently  Wither's  name  is  not  to  be  found  in  the  Univer 
sity  matriculation  registers.  But  it  is  not  impossible  that  he  may 
have  been  admitted  to  the  College  and  been  in  residence  without 
being  matriculated.  The  practice  in  the  matter  of  matriculation 
was  sometimes  lax  :  and  though  Nicolas  Bond,  who  was  Presi 
dent  at  the  time  when  Wither  is  said  to  have  resided,  was  not  so 
lax  as  his  predecessor  or  his  successor,  he  may  have  failed  in 
some  cases  to  observe  the  rule.  It  is,  of  course,  also  possible 
that  the  name  may  have  been  accidentally  omitted. 

"  Wood's  statement  that  Wither  was  assigned  as  a  pupil  to 
John  Warner,  afterwards  Bishop  of  Rochester,  suggests  a  date 
later  than  1604.  For  Warner  only  became  Probationer  Fellow 
in  July  1604,  and  was  not  M.A.  till  June  1605.  He  is  hardly 
likely  to  have  been  acting  as  a  College  Tutor  so  early  as  1603  or 
1604,  even  under  the  rudimentary  system  of  college  tuition 
which  was  growing  up  under  Bond.'  Probably  that  system  did 
not  extend  to  commoners,  who  were  regarded  as  being  under  the 
special  care  of  the  President :  and  it  is  not  impossible  that  Bond 
might  have  committed  Wither  to  the  charge  of  Warner  even 
before  the  latter  became  M.A.  or  actual  Fellow.  Warner  was 
apparently  regarded  as  a  rather  exceptional  person,  for  the  Col 
lege  in  1604  petitioned  the  King  to  withdraw  his  recommend 
ation  of  a  candidate  for  a  Fellowship  so  as  to  allow  them  to  elect 
Warner.  But,  on  the  whole,  the  alleged  connection  seems  in 
favour  of  a  date  after  July  1604,  if  not  after  June  1605." — 

Of  his  career  at  Oxford,  Wither  himself  has  given 
an  account  at  the  beginning  of  his  Abuses  Stript  and 
Whipt  (1613). 


xx  INTRODUCTION 

"  I  did,  as  other  idle  freshmen  do, 
Long  to  go  see  the  Bell  of  Osney  too ; 
And  yet  for  certainty  I  cannot  tell 
That  e'er  I  drank  at  Aristotle's  Well : 
And  that  perhaps  may  be  the  reason  why 
I  know  so  little  in  Philosophy."  1 

From  such  pursuits,2  and  "the  Tennis-ball,"  at 
which  he  "  achieved  some  cunning,"  his  tutor  (whether 
Warner  or  some  other)  summoned  him  to  work. 
Wood  says  he  "made  some  proficiency  with  much 
ado  in  Academical  learning."  Wither  tells  us  that  at 
first  he  was  "gravelled"  by  the  terms  and  words 
employed  in  "the  Logick  Art";  but  that,  feeling 
ashamed  to  remain  dumb  while  "other  little  dandi- 
prats  "  held  disputation,  he  made  an  effort,  and 

"perceived  more 
In  half  an  hour,  than  half  a  year  before." 

But  before  he  could  "acquire  the  low'st  degree," 
some  cause— perhaps  a  change  in  his  father's  pros 
perity—called  him  home  "to  hold  the  plough." 
This,  I  take  it,  occurred  about  1605  ;  for  "  at  thrice 
five  years  and  three"  (i.e.  1606)  Wither  went  to 
London.  Possibly  he  spent  a  year  under  "Bent- 
worth's  beechy  shadows  "  in  the  interval,  and  to  this 
period  is  to  be  assigned  the  composition  (or,  at  the 

1  The  "  Bell  of  Osney  "  is  the  famous  "Big  Tom  "  of  ^Christ 
Church,  originally  at  Osney  Abbey.     "  Aristotle's  Well,"  after 
wards  called  Brumann's,  is,  or  was,  a  real  well,  now  covered 
up,  in  Hayfield  Road  ;  Willmott  and  other  biographers  have 
construed  the  expression  metaphorically.      There   was  also  a 
"  Plato's  Well." 

2  The  composition  of  the  song  "  I  loved  a  lass,  a  fair  one,"  is 
.attributed,  from  internal  evidence,  to  the  period  of  Wither's 
'university  career.     See  vol.  i.,  p.  148  and  notes  thereon. 


INTRODUCTION  xxi 

least,  an  early  draft)  of  his  Fair  Virtue  ;  towards  the 
end  of  which  the  poet  says, 

"Of  summers  I  have  seen  twice  three  times  three." 

It  is  also  probable  that  he  travelled  in  the  British 
Isles  at  this  period  of  his  life.  In  a  list  of  his  books, 
given  by  himself  at  the  end  of  Fides  Anglicana  (1660), 
the  first  four  are — 

"  I.  Iter  Hibernicum.     Verse. 

2.  Iter  Boreale,  a  Northern  Journey.     Verse. 

3.  Patrick's  Purgatory.     Verse. 

4.  Philarete's  Complaint.     Verse. 

These  four  last-mentioned  were  lost  in  manuscript.'* 

Wood,  in  recording  these,  adds  "yet  they  were 
recovered  and  printed  more  than  once. "  There  is  no 
foundation  for  this  ;  probably  he  was  confusing  the 
second  with  one  of  the  poems  of  that  name  actually 
extant, — one  by  Robert  Wild,  another  by  Corbet. 

The  titles  of  the  first  and  third  of  these  poems 
imply  a  journey  to  Ireland.  This  theory  is  further 
supported  by  his  address  to  "  Sir  Thomas  Ridgeway, 
Knight  Baronet,  Treasurer  of  Ireland," 

"  Sir,  you  first  graced  and  gratified  my  Muse 
Which  ne'er  durst  try  till  then  what  she  could  do ; " 

and  later  in  the  same  Epigram,1 

"  Now  so  you  will  think  well  of  this  my  rhyme, 
I've  such  a  mind  yet  to  Saint  Patrick's  isle, 
That  if  my  fate  and  fortunes  give  me  time 
I  hope  for  to  re-visit  you  a  while." 

1  Epigram  No.  n,  attached  to  Abuses  Stript  and  Whipt. 


xxii  INTRODUCTION 

Moreover,  in  the  Catalogue  of  his  Books,  Wither 
includes  A  Discourse  concerning  the  Plantations  of 
Ulster,  in  Ireland.  Wood  affirms  that  this  was 
printed  ;  but  no  copy  is  now  extant,  supposing  Wood 
to  be  correct. 

The  fourth  in  the  above  list  is  perhaps  the  early 
Fair  Virtue,  or  possibly  Fidelia,  as  the  former  could 
hardly  be  styled  a  ' '  Complaint. "  No  doubt,  « '  Phila- 
rete"  really  had  a  "mistress"  who  disdained  him; 
in  spite  of  the  hint  that  "  Fair  Virtue  "  was  perhaps 
only  the  abstract  quality,  we  can  imagine  that  ' '  the 
passionate  heart  of  the  poet  was  whirled  into  folly  " 
in  his  youth.  However,  in  1606  or  thereabout, 
Witherwent  to  London  (sent,  perhaps,  by  his  friends) 
to  seek  his  fortune  ;  and,  as  Wood  says,  he  was 
<(  sent  to  one  of  the  Inns  of  Chancery."  For  the  next 
five  years,  in  which  we  hear  nothing  of  him,  he  was 
no  doubt  engaged  in  cultivating  friendships  among  a 
society  which  must  have  been  much  after  his  own  heart ; 
in  noticing  the  "  abuses  of  the  times"  in  preparation 
for  satire — perhaps  in  writing  it ;  in  courting  still  the 
more  peaceful  Muse  that  inspired  him  to  help  his 
friend  William  Browne  of  Tavistock  in  the  composi 
tion  of  the  latter's  Shepherd's  Pipe  (1614)  ;J  but  I 
doubt  whether  the  crabbed  processes  and  intricacies 


1  For  an  account  of  William  Browne,  see  the  introduction  in 
the  Muses'  Library  edition.  Here  it  suffices  to  say  that  he  was 
a  contemporary  of  Wither's,  born  in  the  same  year,  1588  ;  author 
of  Britannia's  Pastorals,  The  Shepherd's  Pipe  (which  Wither 
states  was  "  composed  jointly  by  himself  and  Mr.  W.  Browne  "), 
The  Inner  Temple  Masque,  etc.;  a  close  friend  both  of  Michael 
Drayton  and  Wither,  as  well  as  of  the  "learned  Selden"  ;  he 
died  about  1645. 


INTRODUCTION  xxiii 

of  the  law  claimed  very  much  either  of  his  time  or  his 
attention.  It  is  likely  that  Fidelia  and  Fair  Virttie 
were  by  this  time  in  private  circulation  amongst  the 
little  band  of  friends,  which  included  Michael  Drayton, 
Christopher  Brooke,  and  lesser  though  not  less  sweet 
voices  of  that  generation. 

But  in  1611  came  his  first  publication,  and  with 
unpleasant  results.  No  copy  of  Abuses  Stript  and 
Whipt  with  a  title-page  bearing  the  date  1611  is  now 
known.  Thomas  Park,  in  his  elaborate  bibliography 
of  Wither's  works,  published  in  the  first  volume  of 
the  British  Bibliographer,  gives  "  Abuses  Stript  and 
Whipt,  1611,"  with  a  note  to  this  effect : — 

"This  date  is  given  from  Dalrymple,  who  said  in  1785, — 'Mr. 
Herbert  has  a  copy  of  Abuses  Stript  and  Whipt,  wanting  the 
title-page,  with  Wither's  head,1  1611,  cetat.  suce  21  +  15882= 
1609:'  so  that  1611  must  refer  to  the  publication  and  not  to 
Wither's  age." 

Holle's  portrait  was  no  doubt  made  when  Wither 
was  twenty-one,  i.e.  in  1609;  and  1611  actually  is 
the  date  of  the  first  edition,  though  Park's  hint  has 
been  either  scorned  or  entirely  neglected  by  subsequent 
bibliographers.  Conclusive  evidence  is  furnished  by 
the  fact  of  the  "  Satiricall  Essayes  "  being  mentioned 
in  the  Epithalamia,  written  for  Princess  Elizabeth,  and 
published  in  1612.  Even  without  this,  the  constant 

1  William  Holle's  engraved  portrait.  Dalrymple,  followed  by 
Park  in  part,  argued  from  the  inscriptions  ("G.  W.  AN". 
./ETATIS  SV^E  21.  1611")  that  the  poet  was  born  in  1590. 
After  collecting  all  the  internal  evidence  from  Wither's  volu 
minous  works,  I  find  only  two  references,  both,  curiously 
enough,  in  connection  with  the  death  of  Queen  Elizabeth,  which 
support  the  1590  theory ;  the  rest,  to  the  number  of  six  or  seven, 
more  or  less  exactly  confirm  the  statements  of  Aubrey  and  Wood. 
See  Appendix  A.  2  Misprinted  1581. 


xxiv  INTRODUCTION 

references  in  Wither's  later  works  would  be  enough 
to  establish  the  claim.1 

The  publication  was  no  doubt  stopped  by  authority 
at  once,  and  the  author  was  even  in  danger  of  im 
prisonment.  But  he_had  obtain edJ_sjaaaeho.w^or.Qjher , 
a  powerful  patroness  in  the  Princess  Elizabeth  herself ; 
and  she,  it  would  appear,  intervened.2  In  dedicating 
his  Psalms  of  David  translated  into  Lyric  Verse  ( 163^) 
to  her,  then  Queen  of  Bohemia,  Wither  writes,  "  for 
I  do  hereby  most  humbly,  and  thanlcTulTy~acTcnowledge 
that,  when  my  overforward  Muse  first  fluttered  out  of 
her  nest  (!),  she  obtained  the  preservation  of  her 
endangered  liberty  by  your  gracious  favour  ;  and 
perhaps  escaped  also  thereby  that  pinioning  which 
would  have  marred  her  flying  forth  for  ever  after." 
Exactly  whatWither's  previous  claim  upon  her  was,  I 
do  not  know  ;  but  afterwards  he  regarded  her  with  a 
touching  affection  and  respect. 

On  November  6,  1612,  Henry,  Prince  of  Wales, 
died.  ~Triat  -his  -~p"5pularity  must  haveBeeh  xgreat 
is  attested  by  the  extraordinary  outburst  of  elegiac 
poetry  which  bewai'ed  his  untimely  death.  Donne, 
Chapman,  Campion,  Webster,  Heywood,  Drummond 
and  his  friend  Alexander,  Browne,  Drayton,  Braith- 
wait,  Bishops  Hall  and  Henry  King,  Joshua  Sylvester, 
Tourneur,  and  Lord  Herbert  of  Cherbury  ; — all  these 

1  For  a  collection  of  these,  see  Appendix  B. 

2  In  the  Satyre  to  the  King  (1614)  Wither  says  she 

"  Deigned  in  her  great  good-nature  to  incline 
Her  gentle  ear  to  such  a  cause  as  mine ; 
And  which  is  more,  vouchsafed  her  word  to  clear 
Me  from  all  dangers." 


INTR  OD  UCTION  xxv 

well-known  names  form  a  list  in  which  that  of  Wither 
may  stand  high  for  the  affection  and  sincerity  of  his 
offering  on  this  occasion. 

Next  year,  however,  we  find  Wither's  Muse  in  a 
more  joyful  strain,  and  again  among  a  chorus  of  voices. 
"The  noblest  nymph  of  Thame,"  the  young  Eliza 
beth,  was  married  amidst  tremendous  rejoicing  to 
Frederick  the  Elector  Palatine,  on  St.  Valentine's 
Day,  February  14,  1612-3.  Had  Wither's  verse  always 
remained  so  sweet,  good-tempered,  and  smooth, 
nothing  awkward  would  ever  have  resulted  from  any 
publication  of  his. 

The  unquiet  spirit  would  nevertheless  not  be 
appeased,  and  in  1613  the  republication  of  Abuses 
Stript  and  Whipt  brought  retribution  in  the  form  of 
imprisonment.  This  may  seem  strange  to  a  modern 
reader  of  these  "  Satirical  Essays,"  but  suspicion  was 
rampant  in  those  troubled  times ;  and  it  can  easily 
be  imagined  that  the  gratuitous  attack  on  the  Lord 
Chancellor  in  the  Scourge,  appended  to  the  Abuses, 
would  arouse  opposition.  Offence,  at  any  rate,  was 
given,  and  the  author  committed  to  the  Marshalsea. 
His  book,  however,  must  have  been  widely  read,  as  at 
least  five1  editions  were  issued  in  1613,  and  it  was 
re-issued  in  1614,  1615,  1617,  and  with  \hz  Juvenilia 
in  1622  and  1633. 

If  Wither  lost  his  liberty,  the  world  of  literature 
gained  by  his  imprisonment.  I  have  said  above  that 

1  See  Bibliography.  Mr.  Sidney  Lee,  in  (the  Diet.  Nat. 
Biog.,  sa.ysf0ur  editions  j  notes  in  A.  H.  Huth's  Catalogue  and 
that  of  the  Rowfant  Library  say  seven ;  Hazlitt  gives  four 
variations,  Collier  "at  least  two." 


xxvi  INTRODUCTION 

he  assisted  his  friend  William  Browne  in  the  composi 
tion  of  the  latter's  Shepherd's  Pipe  (1614),  at  the  end 
of  which  appeared,  with  separate  title-pages,  Other 
Eglogues,  by  Mr.  [Christopher]  Brooke,  Mr.  Wither, 
and  Mr.  [John]  Davies,  and  An  Other  Eclogue  by 
Mr.  George  Wither.  From  the  fact  that  the  Shep 
herd's  Pipe  was  reprinted  in  the  pirated  1620  edition 
of  Wither's  Workes,  Willmott  and  others  have 
attributed  it  entirely  to  Wither.  It  is,  nevertheless, 
undoubtedly  Browne's  work  for  the  most  part,  though 
the  sweetness  and  ease  of  some  of  the  heptasyllabic 
lines,  especially  in  the  first  eclogue,  are  strongly 
reminiscent  of  the  author  of  the  Shepherd's  Himting 
and  Fair  Virtue.  Browne  introduces  Wither  into 
his  poem  under  the  pastoral  name  of  "Roget,"  by 
which  name  Wither  calls  himself  in  the  early  editions 
of  his  own  pastoral ;  afterwards  he  altered  it  to 
"  Philarete,"  which  was  perhaps  the  earlier  choice.1 

The  Shepherd's  Hunting,  "  written  during  the  time 
of  the  Author's  imprisonment  in  the  Marshalsea," 
contains  internal  evidence  that  it  was  written  in  the 
spring  of  the  year  1614  (Eclogue  III,  1.  181).  It 
contains  five  "Eclogues,"  of  which  the  last  two 
had  been  already  printed  as  appendices  to  Browne's 
Shepherd's  Pipe;  they  consist  of  conversations 
between  four  friends  introduced  under  the  pastoral 
names  of  Willie  (Browne),  Alexis  (William  Ferrar), 
Cuddy  (Christopher  Brooke),  and  Roget,  afterwards 
Philarete,  who  of  course  represents  Wither  himself. 

1  On  the  assumption  that  Fair  Virtue  was  an  early  piece  of 
composition. 


INTRODUCTION  xxvii 

If  the  publication  of  this  pastoral  supported  Wither 
in  prison,  it  was,  perhaps,  his  Satyre  to  the  King 
which  gained  his  release.  This  poem  is  an  energetic 
deleTTcT~oT1Iis ""Satires,  and  contains  a  hint,  which 
goes  far  to  explain  his  incarceration,  of  an  enemy  at 
Court,  who  fitted  Wither's  general  invectives  to 
special  individuals  in  high  position.1 

Once  liberated,  Wither  was  admitted  to  Lincoln's 
Inn,  "at  request  of  John  Jeffreys,  arm.,  now  reader 
and  bencher,"  on  July  8,  1615.  Another  event  of 
the  same  year  was  the  printing  of  Fidelia  for 
private  circulation.  Only  one  copy  of  this  issue  of 
1615  is  now  known;  it  is  a  dainty  little  volume, 
treasured  in  the  Bodleian.2  There  is  a  certain  delight 
in  turning  over  the  carefully-protected  leaves  till  one 
lights  upon  the  earliest  appearance  of  the  immortal 
lyric,  "  Shall  I  wasting  in  despair."  The  book  also 
contains  a  long  introduction,  not  without  interest. 

The  first  published  edition  followed  in  1617.  Only 
two  copies  of  this  edition  are  now  extant,  and  each  is 
incomplete,  but,  as  Hazlitt  says,  together  they  make 
a  complete  copy.  One  of  these  is  now  in  the 
Bodleian ;  the  resting-place  of  the  other  I  do  not 
know. 

Wither's  reputation  was  by  this  time  considerable, 
but  the  times  were  not  suitable  to  secular  matters 


1  In  Abuses  Striptand  WV«>/ (Bookl.,  Satire  5, "Revenge"), 
Wither  hints  in  no  veiled  language  that  he  had  an  enemy  of  the 
name  of  Christmas,  a  piece  of  information  which  he  conveys  in 
a  "riddle"  not  difficult  to  read. 

2  For  an  account  of  this  interesting  booklet,  see  Bibliography, 
p.  L 


xxviii  INTRODUCTION 

alone.  The  earliest  question  for  James  I.  to  decide 
was  that  of  religious  toleration,  and  with  the  com 
mencement  of  his  reign  began  the  Puritan  Revolution. 
%jther,  whom  the  late  Professor  (JaMBeY  Jiistly 
called  "neither  a  Laudiali  nor  a  Puritan,"  assumed 
"  an  mterniddlam  pUyllRJfl  l,  inclining  HOW  TBtS  wa"y, 
now  that ;  but  always  with  one  object,  however 
much  he  might  overshadow  it.  He  was  full  of  what 
Lamb  calls  "a  generous  self-seeking,"  with  the 
reservation,  that  "by  self  he  sometimes  means  a 
great  deal — his  friends,  his  principles,  his  country, 
the  human  race." 

For  the  sake  of  this  "  plain  moral  speaking," 
many  religious  works,  in  poetry  and  prose,  came 
from  his  pen  during  his  long  and  busy  life.  The  first 
of  these  was  a  laborious  work,  called  A  Preparation 
t3  the  Psalter,  interesting  for  indications  of  good 
scholarship  and  wide  reading.  This  was  published, 
with  a  portrait  of  the  author  by  Delaram,  in  1619  ; 
and  in  the  course  of  the  next  year  there  followed 
Exercises  upon  the  First  Psalm,  an  elaborate  com 
mentary  extending  to  over  a  hundred  pages. 

That  Wither's  writings  were  acceptable  to  the 
public  was  at  the  same  time  proved  in  a  peculiar 
way.  In  1620  there  appeared  The  Workes  of  Master 
George  Wither,  a  surreptitious  collection  of  his 
writings.  It  contains,  besides  the  other  authentic 
pieces,  the  Shepherd's  Pipe,  but  not  Abuses  Stript  and 
Whipt,  nor  Prince  Henries  Obsequies.  It  is  carelessly 
printed  ;  yet  some  of  the  most  obvious  mistakes  in  it 
were  repeated  in  the  Juvenilia,  issued  presumably 


INTRODUCTION  xxix 

under  Wither's  own  supervision.  The  book  is  dis 
claimed  in  John  Marriott's  note  at  the  end  of  Fair 
Virtue. 

In  the  next  year  Wither  published  a  work  which  at 
once  gained  great  popularity.  Wither's  Motto  went 
through  several  editions  in  the  first  year  of  its  publi 
cation,  1621  ;  in  his  Fragmenta  Prophetica  (1669) 
Wither  says  thirty  thousand  copies  were  at  once 
sold.  We  need  not  believe  all  this,  especially  as  he 
dates  it  three  years  before  the  real  publication,  in 
1618.  But  there  is  no  doubt  that  the  book  was 
extraordinarily  popular,  though  not  perhaps  solely 
for  its  own  merit.  Again  a  hidden  satire  was  dis^ 
covered  by  some  enemy  in  a  high  position,  and 
Wither  was  ordered  to  the  Marshalsea  once  more.1 


In  his  formal  examination  (June  27,  1621)  at  White 
hall,  he  gave  the  following  evidence  :  —  "Wrote  the 
book  called  Wither's  Motto.  Mr.  Taverner  refused 
him  licence  to  print  it,  but  others  offering  to  print  it, 
he  sold  them  the  copy  for  five  pieces.  Showed  it 
to  Mr.  Drayton  and  several  others  before  printing  : 
thinks  there  is  nothing  in  it  contrary  to  the  proclama 
tion  restraining  writing  on  matters  of  government." 
On  July  10,  John  Marriott,  the  stationer,  gave 
evidence  to  the  effect  that  the  book  "  was  not  called 
in  question  till  the  first  impression  was  sold  and  the 
second  preparing,  which  Mr.  Taverner  licensed  after 
striking  out  certain  passages."  John  Grismond, 
another  stationer,  "  thought  Wither's  Motto  was  only 
questioned  because  printed  without  licence  from  the 
1  The  warrant  is  dated  June  27,  1621. 


xxx  INTRODUCTION 

Stationers'  Company."  Nicholas  Oakes,  the  printer, 
examined  two  days  later,  said  that  he  "printed 
Wither's  Motto  from  a  printed  copy,  not  knowing  it 
was  unlicensed.  Bought  the  title-page  ready  printed 
with  Marriott's  name  upon  it,  and  used  it  without  his 
consent." 

I  have  quoted  this  evidence  to  show  not  only  the 
casual  manner  in  which  printing  and  publishing  was 
then  carried  out,  but  also  the  origin  of  the  ill-feeling 
between  Wither  and  the  Stationers'  Company,  which 
afterwards  caused  such  annoyance  to  the  poet. 

Wither  was  again  liberated,  without  a  formal  trial, 
and  the  sale^f~his  Motto  was  allowed  to  continue. 
The  book  has  been  so  admirably  summed  up  by 
Charles  Lamb  that  it  is  needless  to  do  more  than 
refer  the  reader  either  to  his  essay  or  the  work  in 
question  itself. 

With  the  issue  (in  1622)  of  Fair  Virtue ,  or  the 
Mistress  of  Philarete,  Wither  closed  the  series  of 
poems,  of  which  he  was  always  somewhat  ashamed, 
but  by  which  his  name  will  always  be  gratefully 
remembered.  In  the  same  year  he  collected  all  his 
true  poetry  into  one  volume,  of  which  the  very  title, 
Juvenilia,  is  an  indication  of  his  feeling  towards  its 
contents.  The  re-issue  in  1633  of  \hzjiivenilia  is  in 
most  cases  little  more  than  a  reprint.  Never  again, 
except  perhaps  in  a  few  stray  lines  in  his  Halelujah 
(1641),  did  he  "recapture  the  first  fine  careless 
rapture  "  ;  perhaps  he  never  attempted  to  do  so.  In 
the  meantime  the  world  of  literature  saw  the  rise  of 
one  who  was  destined  to  outdo  all  competitors — John 


INTRODUCTION  xxxi 

Milton ;  yet  it  is  no  stretch  of  imagination  to  think 
that  even  he  may  have  owed  much  to — even  borrowed 
much  from — the  lowlier  Muse  of  George  Wither. 

II.  1623-1641. 

Wither's  poetical  reputation  was  now  on  the  wane. 
In  the  masque  Time  Vindicated,  presented  at  Court 
on  Twelfth  Night,  1622-3,  Ben  Jonson  introduces 
a  "  Chronomastix,"  who  represents  no  other  than 
Wither  himself.1  From  a  contemporary  letter  we 
learn — "Ben  Jonson  ...  is  like  to  hear  of  it  on 
both  sides  of  the  head,  for  personating  George 
Withers,  a  poet,  or  poetaster  he  terms  him,  as  hunt 
ing  after  some,  by  being  a  chronomastix,  or  whipper 
of  the  time  ;  which  is  become  so  tender  an  argument, 
that  it  must  not  be  admitted  in  jest  or  earnest." — 
(Court  and  Times  of  James  /.,  Jan.  25,  1622-3.) 

Further  troubles  were  in  store.    Wither's  imprison- 


financial  resources  to  such  an  extent,  that  upon  his 
liberation  he  had  applied  to  no  less  a  person  than  the 
King  for  restitution.  James  thereon  issued  a  patent 
for  a  work  which  Wither  had  been  preparing  for  some 
years.  He  says  that  he  was  "invited  to  collect  and 
translate  into  lyric  verse  the  hymns  dispersed  through- 

1  Chronomastix.  Lo,  I  the  man  that  hate  the  Time, 

That  is,  that  love  it  not ;  and  though  in  rhyme, 
I  here  do  speak  it,  with  this  whip  you  see 
Do  lash  the  time,  and  am  myself  lash-free. 

Fame.  Who's  this? 

Ears.    'Tis  Chronomastix  the  brave  Satyr. 

Nose.    The  gentleman-like  Satyr  ;  cares  for  nobody  ; 

His  forehead  tipt  with  bays  ;  do  you  not  know  him  ?' 


xxxii  INTRODUCTION 

out  the  canonical  Scriptures"  (The  Scholar's  Purgatory, 
circ.  1624).  He  mentions  further  that  he  had  been 
attracted  to  the  work  in  his  earliest  youth,  and 
latterly  had  spent  three  years  in  preparing  himself 
for  such  a  task.  The  book  so  prepared  was  called 
Hymns  and  Songs  of  the  Church. 

The  King's  patent,1  dated  February  17.  1622-7. 
amounted  to  the  grant  of  a  monopoly  for  fifty-one 
years,  the  whole  copyright  of  the  "book  being  given 
to  "Wither,  his  executors,  and  assigns."  In  ad 
dition,  a  further  proclamation  of  Letters  Patent,2 
dated  February  27,  prohibited  ' '  the  binding  up  of 
any  Psalm-book  in  metre,  without  a  copy  of  the 
said  work  annexed." 

Naturally  enough,  the  Stationers'  Company,  already 
at  variance  with  Wither,  objected  to  such  an  edict, 
and  many  of  the  booksellers  refused  to  comply  with 
k.  The  book  was,  however,  published  separately  in 
several  forms  in  1623.  Wither  aired  his  grievances 
the  next  year  in  a  long  prose  address  to  the  Bishops 
in  Convocation,  entitled  The  Scholars  Purgatory, 
which  bears  typographical  evidence  of  having  been 
printed  abroad.  Of  Wither's  prose,  this  is  by  far 
the  most  eloquent  and  spirited  as  it  is  the  most 
interesting  ;  at  times  his  righteous  indignation  pleads 
for  freedom  from  the  tyranny  of  the  worshipful 
Company  with  an  energy  almost  worthy  of  the 
author  of  Areopagitica.  But  it  was  all  in  vain ; 
although  Wither  declared  that  the  Archbishop  of 

1  Rymer's  Faedera,  xvii,  454. 

2  Calendar  of  State  Papers,  1623. 


INTRODUCTION  xxxiii 

Canterbury  had  approved  his  Hymns,1  requiring  the 
alteration  of  only  one  word,  the  Stationers  would 
have  none  of  it.  Ben  Jonson  makes  great  play  with 
this  quarrel  in  the  masque  already  mentioned. 

In  1625  came  the  great  plague,  which  Wither 
graphically  described  in  Britain's  Remembrancer, 
1628.  This  long  poem  he  was  forced  to  print  "  with 
his  own  hand " ;  the  Stationers  of  course  would  not 
help  him,  and  the  printers  were  afraid  of  the  bold 
sentiments.  Yet  the  picture  drawn  is  vivid  to  the 
last  degree  ;  the  pestilences  recorded  by  Thucydides, 
Defoe,  and  Boccaccio  are  scarcely  better  delineated. 
The  plague  visited  Wither's  own  house,  and  he  awoke 
one  morning  to  find  the  signs  of  infection  on  his  own 
breast  and  shoulders ;  if  it  was  really  the  plague,  he 
had  a  marvellous  escape. 

A  poem  published  in  1631,  The  Tournament  of 
Tottenham,  issued  by  the  Rev.  William  Bed  well, 
appears  to  have  been  in  Wither's  possession,  and  by 
him  handed  over  to  the  editor.  It  is  a  satirical 
attack  on  fourteenth-century  chivalry. 

By  this  time,  Wither  had  ready  for  publication  The 
Psalms  of  David  translated  into  Lyric  Verse?  which 
was  printed  in  1632  by  a  certain  Cornelius  Gerrits 
van  Breughel  in  the  Netherlands.  Wither,  finding 
publication  still  impossible  in  London,  combined 

1  They  were  set  to  music  by  Orlando^Gibbons. 

'2  EgertonMS.  2404  is  a  beautifully-written  copy  of  this,  differ 
ing  a  great  deal  from  the  published  form.  The  signature  at  the 
end  of  the  dedication  is  said  to  be  Wither's  autograph.  It 
is,  perhaps,  the  manuscript  referred  to  in  Gutch's  sale  (see 
Athenceiim,  April  3,  1858). 

VOL.  I.  C 


xxxiv  INTRODUCTION 

business  with  pleasure,  and  carried  his  new  work  to 
the  Court  of  his  early  patroness  Elizabeth,  now  Queen 
of  Bohemia,  to  whom  he  dedicated  the  book.  In 
this  dedication,  from  which  I  have  already  quoted 
(p.  xxiv),  he  says  : — "  Byjour  Majesty's  royal  Father 
of  blessed  memory  [James  I.J^I  was  commanded  to 
perfect  a  translation  of  the  Psalms,  which  he  under 
stood  I  had  begun  ;  and  ...  I  finished  the  same 
about  the  time  of  his  translation  to  a  better  King 
dom  ; " — an  unfortunate  pun,  one  would  have 
thought,  and  perhaps  the  only  one  Wither  ever 
attempted  except  on  his  own  name. 

In  England  the  same  quarrel  with  the  Stationers 
arose  again.  Edward  Rossingham,  in  a  letter1  to 
Sir  Thomas  Puckering  dated  January  23,  1633-4, 
relates  how  Wither  obtained  a  second  patent  ordering 
his  version  to  be  bound  up  with  all  Bibles  that  were 
sold  ;  how  the  Stationers  refused  to  sell  them — "  the 
truth  is,  nobody  would  buy  the  Bible  with  such  a 
clog  at  the  end  of  it ; "  how  the  matter  was  again 
brought  to  trial ;  and  how  the  Lords  decreed  that  the 
translation  should  be  sold  only  by  itself. 

In  i63JL  Henry  Taunton,  a  publisher,  employed 
Wither  to  write  verses  tor  a  collection  of  emblem? 

cal  and.  allegorical  engravings  which  had  previously 
gained  a  certain  popularity  on  the  continent.  The 
book  was  entitled  A  Collection  of  Emblems,  Ancient 
and  Modern,  quickened  with  Metrical  Illustrations, 
both  Moral  and  Divine.  They  are  chiefly  interesting 
to  the  biographer  of  Wither  as  throwing  a  strong 
1  Court  and  Times  of  Charles  /.,  1634. 


INTRODUCTION  xxxv 

light  upon  the  religious  standpoint  which  he  assumed 
at  the  time,  for  he  shows  himself  very  far  from      .     1 
accepting   Puritanical   tenets,  and  still  an  energetic         .*•.: 
supporter  of  the  Church,  as  well  as  of  the  Monarchy.  t 

After  a  retirement  of  three  years  (1636-1639)  to  a 
cottage  near  Farnham  in  Surrey  (driven  there  appar 
ently  by  poverty),  during  which  time  he  translated  a 
theological  work  of  Nemesius,  his  life_as  a  soldier 
began.  In  1639,  he  was  "  Captain  of  Horse  in  the 
expedition  [of  Charles  I.]  against  the  Scots  [i.e.,  the 
Covenanters],  and  Quarter-Master  General  of  the 
Regiment  wherein  he  was  Captain,  viz.  of  that  Regi 
ment  of,  or  next  under,  the  Earl  of  Arundel."1 

Before  the  Civil  War  broke  out,  Wither  found 
opportunity  to  publish  his  Haklujah,  or  Britain's 
Second  Remembrancer  (1641).  It  contains  the  best 
of  his  religious  poetry,  and  is  pleasant  to  read  for  the 
sake  of  the  touching  and  outspoken  record  of  his 
devotion  to  his  wife,  and  of  the  affection  for  every 
thing  which  is  simple  and  homelike.  At  times, 
especially  in  the  four  Hymns  to  the  Seasons,  he  only 
falls  just  short  of  the  lyrical  power  displayed  in  his 
youth : — 

"  Much  is  found  where  nothing  was, 
Herds  on  every  mountain  go, 
In  the  meadows  flowery  grass 
Makes  both  milk  and  honey  flow  ; 
Now  each  orchard  banquets  giveth, 
Every  hedge  with  fruit  relieveth  ; 
And  on  every  shrub  or  tree 
Useful  fruits  or  berries  be." 

— Hymn  for  Summer-Time. 

1  From  Wood. 


xxxvi  INTRODUCTION 

But  his  own  summer  hereafter  faded  quickly  into 
a  dreary  autumn.  With  the  publication  of  the 
Halelujah  true  poetry  failed  him  once  for  all. 

III.  1642-1667. 

I  would  willingly  leave  Wither  at  this  point  in  his 
life,  for  the  subsequent  scenes  are  saddening,  not  only 
from  the  public  and  private  embarrassments  from 
which  he  suffered,  but  from  the  obstinacy  with  which, 
refusing  to  be  content,  he  persisted  in  pouring  out 
tHHi'ifj^afls  rf  «joiy^ — garrulity.  Yet  it  is  the 
biographer's  duty  to  convey,  however  shortly,  an 
account  of  the  last  twenty  years  of  a  long  life. 

Anthony-a-Wood  says  that  wkgn  the •  CiyJL.  War 
broke  out,  Wither  "sold  his  estate  and  raised  a  troop 
of  horse  for  Parliament."  There  is  no  other  evid 
ence  for  the  sale  of  his  estate,  though  it  seems  to  be 
true  that  Wither  did  help  to  raise  a  troop  of  horse  in 
his  own  neighbourhood  "according  to  my  fortune 
and  my  place"  (Campo-Musce,  1643).  Being  "made 
Captain  and  then  Major"  (Wood)  of  this  troop, 
he  marched  to  Kent  and  took  up  his  quarters  at 
Maidstone.1 

On  October  14,  1642,  he  was  appointed  "Captain 
and  Commander  of  Farnham  Castle  in  the  County  of 
Surrey,  and  of  such  Foot  as  shall  be  put  into  your 
hands  by  Sir  Richard  Onslow,  Knight,  and  Nicholas 
Stoughton,  Esquire."  After  a  few  days'  occupation 

1  On  January  5,  1641-2,  the  House  of  Commons  supplied 
£32%  6s.  "towards  the  payment  of  the  arrears  due  to  Captain 
Withers  his  troop." 


INTR  OD  UCTION  xxxvii 

of  the  Castle  with  a  small  and  insubordinate  troop, 
he  withdrew,  acting,  as  he  averred,  under  orders  to 
march  to  London.1  On  the  very  day  he  went  to 
London,  his  own  house,  "about  four  miles  short  of 
the  Castle,"  was  entered  by  Royalists  and  plundered. 
He  lost  thereby,  he  says,  "above  two  thousand 
pounds";  on  February  9,  1642-3,  "Parliament 
ordered  that  he  should  have  £2000  toward  his 
repair  out  of  the  estates  of  John  Denham,  Esq.,  and 
other  delinquents"  (The  Narrative  of  Geo.  Wither, 
Esquire,  1658).  He  spent  much  time  during  the 
next  eighteen  years  in  trying  to  get  the  money. 

The  "John  Denham"  mentioned  above  was  Sir 
John  Denham,  who  had  been  concerned  in  the  pillage 
of  his  rival's  house.  After  the  capture  of  Wither  by 
a  troop  of  Royalists,2  Denham  is  said  to  have  pleaded 
Wither's  cause  with  the  King,  "and  desired  his  majesty 
not  to  hang  him,  for  that  whilest  G.  W.  lived,  he 
[Denham]  should  not  be  the  worst  poet  in  England."3 

On  July  25,  1643,  tne  House  of  Commons  directed 
that  an  inquiry  should  be  made  into  the  amount 
received  by  Wither  according  to  the  order  of  February 
9.  Wither's  own  account  implies  that  he  got  no 
more  than  ^700  out  of  the  ^"2000  awarded  him,  and 
that  most  of  this  he  at  once  contributed  to  the  public 
use,  although  at  the  time  his  house  was  plundered, 
his  wife  and  children  turned  out  by  Sir  John  Denham 


1  Se  Defendendo,  1643. 

2  Wither  was  present  at  the  siege  of  Gloucester  in  August 
and  September  1643,  and  at  Naseby  in  1645. 

3  Aubrey's  Brief  Lives  ^  ed.  Andrew  Clark,  vol.  i.,  p.  221. 


xxxviii  INTR  OD  UCTION 

to  make  room  for  the  latter's  wife,  and  his  estate  laid 
waste. 

In  1646  Wither  violently  attacked  Sir  Richard 
Onslow,  whom  he  considered  the  cause  of  his  mis 
fortunes  at  Farnham  Castle,  in  a  pamphlet  entitled 
fttsticiariusjustificatusy  for  which  a  fine  of  ^£500  was 
imposed,  but  subsequently  remitted. 

The  rest  of  his  life  is  one  long  story  of  poverty  and 
discontent.  Charles  and  the  two  Cromwells  were  in 
turn  appealed  to  for  money ;  in  1650  the  House  of 
Commons  acknowledged  that  nearly  .£4000  was  due 
to  Wither,  and  allowed  him  ^150  a  year  from  Sir 
John  Denham's  lands.  There  is  nothing  to  show 
that  he  ever  got  any  of  this.  He  sandwiched  pane 
gyrics  with  pleas,  and  appeals  with  prophecies,  in  a 
never-ending  stream  ;  but  in  vain.  Sir  John  Birken- 
head  ridiculed  him  by  announcing,  in  a  series  of 
mock  advertisements,  Aristotle's  Works  in  English 
Metre,  by  George  Wither  (Two  Centuries  of  PauFs 
Churchyard,  1655). 

During  the  last  days  of  the  Commonwealth  he 
lived  out  of  London  at  a  village  called  Hambledon 
in  Hampshire,1  until  Cromwell  ' '  gave  him  the  Statute 
Office,"  the  benefit  oTwtiiclTTie  Iost7~asnhe^nafveiy 
sa'ys,  "by  declaring  unto  him  [Cromwell]  those  truths 
which  he  was  not  willing  to  hear  of."  At,  the  Restora 
tion,  however,  he  welcomed  the  King,  and  returned  to 
London,  where  he  occupied  a  house  in  the  Savoy  till 
the  day  of  his  death.  His  return  to  London,  coin- 

1  Not  the  Hambledon  in  Surrey,  as  Mr.  Sidney  Lee  says  in 
the  Dictionary  of  National  Biography. 


INTRODUCTION  xxxix 

tiding  with  the  advent  of  the  new  King,  aroused 
suspicion.  His  room  was  forcibly  entered,  his  papers 
searched,  and  among  them  was  found  a  manuscript 
poem  entitled  Vox  Vttlgi,1  which  offended  the 
authorities.  The  usual  result  ensued  ;  on  August  12, 
1661,  to  while  away  the  time  he  wrote  a  poem  to  his 
friends  "from  Mr.  Northrops,  one  of  the  King's 
Messengers  in  Westminster,  where  I  am  civilly 
used " ;  on  the  22nd  he  was  removed  to  Newgate, 
where  we  find  him  still  on  March  22,  1662. 

While  in  prison,  both  his  son  Robert,  in  whose 
chambers  in  the  Temple  he  had  once  "had  harbour," 
and  his  daughter  Elizabeth,  were  married ;  Robert 
on  September  4,  1661,  to  Elizabeth  Hunt ;  Elizabeth 
to  Adrian  Barry  of  London  and  Thame,  Oxfordshire. 
Wither  complains  that  neither  could  he  see  them 
married,  nor  give  them  suitable  portions. 

Liberated  for  the  last  time  in  1663,  Wither  still 
wrote  untiringly.  In  1665  he  saw  the  great  plague 
a  second  time,  and  moralized  thereon.  His  last  work 
was  to  collect  from  his  prophetical  works  extracts 
which  he  published  under  the  title  of  Fragmenta 
Prophetica.  The  book  was  re-issued  posthumously 
under  the  supervision  of  his  daughter,  Elizabeth 
Barry. 

He  died  in  his  house  in  the  Savoy  on  May  2,  1667. 
Just  before  his  death  he  had  expressed  a  desire 
to  return  "to  the  place  of  his  nativity,"  but  was 

1  The  poem  remained  in  manuscript  till  1879,  when  it  was 
printed  and  edited  by  W.  D.  Macray  as  Pt.  ii.  of  Anecdota 
Bodleiana. 


xl  INTR  OD  UCTION 

dissuaded  by  his  friends.  He  was  buried  in  the 
church  of  the  Savoy  Hospital  in  the  Strand,  within 
a  short  distance  of  his  house,  "  in  streaming  London's 
central  roar." 

A  feature  of  his  life  on  which  it  is  pleasant  to 
dwell  is  his  affection  and  loyalty  to  his  wife.  In  his 
darkest  hour  in  prison  he  could  write  so  tenderly 
of  his  "dear  Betty"  that 

"  her  modesty  it  so  offended 
To  find  herself  in  such  a  strain  commended." 

Aubrey  records  that  "she  was  a  great  wit,  and  would 
write  in  verse  too."  She  and  her  son  Robert  both 
died  about  ten  years  after  the  poet,  Elizabeth  Barry 
surviving  till  about  1709.  Robert's  eldest  son,  Hunt 
Wither,  married  an  extraordinary  character : x  Hunt 
was  her  fourth  husband,  the  first  three  having  all  been 
physicians.  In  1709,  Hunt  Wither  made  an  affidavit 
concerning  his  parents,  grand- parents,  and  their  re 
spective  children,  which,  with  a  pedigree,  he  deposited 
at  the  College  of  Arms.  Hence  comes  most  of  our 
knowledge  of  the  poet's  children. 

POSTHUMOUS  REPUTATION. 

Wither's  place  in  literature  might  have  been  a 
high  one.  Had  he  never  published  anything  after 
Fair  Virtue  in  1622,  he  would  be  remembered  as 
a  lyric  poet  of  great  sweetness  and  purity,  and  a 
general  satirist  of  no  mean  order.  He  would  not,  it 
is  true,  be  entitled  to  consideration  as  a  sacred  poet 

1  See  pedigree,  p.  xv. 


INTRODUCTION  xli 

in  that  case  ;  but  his  sacred  poems,  while  simple  and 
sincere,  cannot  seriously  affect  an  estimation  of  his 
literary  quality. 

His  early  poems  naturally  gained  him  a  consider 
able  reputation  in  lyric  verse.  William  Browne 
lauded  him  in  Britannia's  Pastorals;  Braithwait 
wrote  in  1615, 

"And  long  may  England's  Thespian  streams  be  known 
By  lovely  Wither  and  by  bonny  Browne." 

Even  Abuses  Stript  and  Whipt  had  its  admirers. 
In  1644  John  Taylor  the  Water-poet,  who  was  not 
always  an  enemy  of  Wither,  wrote  :  ' '  He  was  a  man 
that  I  have  these  thirty-five  years  loved  and  respected 
because  I  thought  him  simply  honest." 

After  his  death  Richard  Baxter  wrote  (1681) : 
"  Honest  George  Withers,  though  a  rustic  poet,  hath 
been  very  acceptable,  as  to  some  for  his  prophecies, 
so  to  others  for  his  plain  country  honesty."  In  1687 
William  Winstanley  summed  him  up :  "  George 
Withers  was  one  who  loved  to  fish  in  troubled 
waters,  being  never  more  quiet  than  when  in  trouble  ; 
of  a  restless  spirit,  and  contradicting  disposition  ; 
gaining  more  by  restraint  than  others  could  get  by 
their  freedom,  which  his  ungoverned  (not  to  say 
worse)  pen  often  brought  him  unto,  so  that  the 
Marshalsea  and  Newgate  were  no  strangers  to  him." 
Butler  in  Hudibras  coupled  him  with  Prynne  and 
Vicars,  and  mocked 

"  The  praises  of  the  author  penned 
By  himself,  or  wit-ensuring  friend  ; 
The  itch  of  picture  in  the  front 
With  bays  and  wicked  rhyme  upon  "t," 


xlii  INTRODUCTION 

a  direct  hit  at  the  Motto.  Dryden  compared  him  to 
Robert  Wild  ;  Swift  ranged  him  and  Dryden  together 
at  the  opposite  pole  to  Tasso  and  Milton.  Pope 
called  him  the  literary  ancestor  of  Defoe,  and  classed 
"wretched  Withers"  with  "  Ward  and  Gildon." 

For  nearly  a  century  thereafter  he  was  forgotten. 
Johnson,  while  dilating  on  Sir  John  Denham,  does 
not  even  mention  Wither,  and  the  anthologists  of 
that  period  neglected  him  entirely. 

As  the  eighteenth  century  drew  to  its  close,  how 
ever,  interest  in  Wither  was  revived.  Bishop  Percy 
printed  the  famous  "  Shall  I  wasting  in  despair"  and 
a  passage  from  Fair  Virtue  in  his  Reliques.  Alex 
ander  Dalrymple  collected  Wither's  works, — many  of 
those  now  in  the  British  Museum  contain  his  manu 
script  annotations, — and  issued  Extracts  from  Juve 
nilia;  and  Ellis  included  him  in  Specimens  of  Early 
English  Poetry.  Thomas  Park  compiled  an  elaborate 
bibliography,  which  Sir  Egerton  Brydges  printed  in 
the  British  Bibliographer ;  the  latter  also  wrote  a 
life  of  Wither  for  the  same  publication,  and  printed 
various  extracts.  But  the  most  interesting  period 
came  when  three  friends  combined  to  exploit  the 
long-suppressed  poems.  These  were  Charles  Lamb, 
John  Matthew  Gutch,  and  James  Brook  Pulham. 

In  September  1805,  Lamb  wrote  to  Wordsworth, 
enclosing  the  manuscript  of  A  Farewell  to  Tobacco ; 
"the  '  Tobacco'  being  a  little  in  the  way  of  Wither 
(whom  Southey  so  much  likes),  perhaps  you  will 
convey  it  to  him  with  my  kind  remembrances." 
Whether  Southey  introduced  Lamb  to  Wither's 


INTRODUCTION  xliii 

poetry,  or  vice  versd,  I  do  not  know.  But  the  effect 
of  Wither  upon  Lamb  is  conspicuous  in  the  latter's 
versification,  where  the  heptasyllabic  line  is  common. 
Southey  spoke  later  (in  the  article  on  John  Taylor 
the  Water-poet  in  Lives  of  Uneducated  Poets]  of  the 
"pedestrian  strain"  of  Wither,  and  discovered  in 
him,  "when  in  his  saner  mind  and  better  mood,  a 
felicity  of  expression,  a  tenderness  of  feeling,  and  an 
elevation  of  mind,  far  above  the  Water-poet's  pitch." 

Gutch  says  that  his  attention  was  first  directed  to 
Wither  in  1809,  and  that  subsequently  Wither  be 
came  his  "very  great  favourite  poet."  By  1810, 
Gutch  had  reprinted  the  Juvenilia  and  sent  the  proof- 
sheets,  interleaved  with  thin  paper,  to  Lamb.  Lamb, 
in  thanking  him,  said,  "  I  never  saw  Philarete  before 
— judge  of  my  pleasure.  I  could  not  forbear  scrib 
bling  certain  critiques  in  pencil  on  the  blank  leaves  " 
(Letter  to  J.  M.  Gutch,  April  9,  1810).  The  anno 
tated  proofs  were  then  sent  by  Gutch  to  Dr.  Nott, 
the  editor  of  Surrey  and  Wyatt,  who  kindly  com 
mentated  Wither  and  Lamb.  Again  they  were  sent 
to  Lamb,  who  annotated  Dr.  Nott's  superfluous  and 
fatuous  commentary  without  neglecting  the  oppor 
tunities  for  punning  afforded  by  the  doctor's  name. 
The  precious  book  was  then  given  to  James  Brook 
Pulham  ;  eventually  it  reached  the  hands  of  Mr.  A. 
C.  Swinburne,  who  has  described  it  in  an  amusing 
and  interesting  paper,  originally  in  the  Nineteenth 
Century,  now  reprinted  in  his  Miscellanies. 

Gutch's  reprint,  however,  was  never  published.  In 
1857  he  explained  the  reason  in  a  letter  to  Edward 


xli  v  INTR  OD  UC  TION 

Farr,  who  was  then  engaged  on  editing  the  Halelujah 
(see  Athenaum,  April  17,  1858).  "I  wrote,"  says 
Gutch,  "  a  life  of  the  poet  much  upon  the  same  plan 
as  Mr.  Willmott's.  When  I  quitted  Bristol,  I  left  in 
the  warehouse  the  sheets  of  all  that  I  had  printed,  but 
on  my  inspection  of  the  parcels,  I  found  that  many 
sheets  had  been  either  purloined  or  eaten  by  mice, — 
so  that  if  I  had  not  preserved  for  my  own  private 
library  sheets  of  all,  I  could  not  have  made  a  perfect 
copy.  This  I  have  done,  and  it  is  the  only  one  in 
existence."  A  few  imperfect  copies,  however,  were 
reconstructed  out  of  the  odd  sheets,  which  were  sold 
for  waste-paper.  The  notes  contain  in  embryo  nearly 
the  whole  of  the  essay  subsequently  issued  by  Charles 
Lamb  in  his  Works  in  1818.  Pulham,  besides  issuing 
a  small  reprint  of  commendatory  verses  on  Wither, 
elaborately  traced  several  of  the  rarer  tracts  from  his 
pen,  and  also  annotated  them. 

Between  1871  and  1882  the  Spenser  Society  of 
Manchester  reprinted  nearly  the  whole  of  Wither's 
works.  For  a  reprint  of  the  Juvenilia  one  might 
always  be  grateful,  in  spite  of  its  being  a  typographical 
reproduction  of  the  old  spelling,  punctuation,  mis 
prints,  etc.  But  nearly  all  the  rest  of  Wither's  many 
publications  have  so  little  interest  for  any  but  the 
curious  historian,  that  it  is  difficult  to  see  why  they 
were  not  allowed  to  remain  stored  in  the  library. 

Few  would  care  to  supplement  the  criticism  of 
Lamb  on  any  subject.  But  Lamb's  knowledge  of 
Wither's  works  was  confined,  it  seems,  to  Fair  Virtue, 
the  Motto,  the  Shepherd's  Hunting,  and  Abuses  Stript 


INTRODUCTION  xlv 

and  Whipt.  A  reading  of  Fidelia  would  not  have 
altered  his  final  judgment ;  but  had  he  known,  say, 
Vox  Pacifica,  a  Stiddain  Flashy  Prosopopoeia  Britan- 
nica,  and  the  like,  I  fear  it  would  have  crushed  much 
of  his  enthusiasm. 

It  is  impossible  to  deny  that  Wither's  chief  fault 
was  scribendi  cacoethes ;  he  never  had  the  greatest  art, 
the  art  to  blot.  Much  could  be  cut  out  of  every  one 
of  his  poems  without  detracting  from  its  intrinsic 
literary  value  ;  and  it  is  in  that  point  that  he  fails  to 
reach  the  level  of  the  highest  poetry.  This  prolixity 
is  not  actively  objectionable  in  the  early  poems,  but 
later  it  became  the  chief  and  abiding  fault.  Like 
Dryden's  "Doeg,"  Elkanah  Settle, 

"  He  was  too  warm  on  picking-work  to  dwell ; 
He  faggoted  his  notions  as  they  fell, 
And  if  they  rhymed  and  rattled,  all  was  well." 

Yet    he    wrote    under    hard    conditions.      Though    -^ 
never,  as  he  says,  "  absolutely  for  or  against  a  King     -^r 
or  Commonwealth,"  he  was  badly  treated  by  both. 
Poverty  constantly  assailed  him,  in  spite  of  periods 
of  affluence ;  and  sums  of  money  promised  him  by 
Parliament  were  never  paid. 

He  has  often  been  called  a  Puritan,  but  he  was 
neitfier  that  nor  a  Laudian.  In  his  religion,  what 
ever  class-name  be  assigned  thereto,  he  was  always 
sincere  :  so  also  in  his  politics,  he  assumed  a  position 
intermediate  between  the  Parliamentarians  and  the 
Royalists,  pleasing  neither  for  long,  eventually  offend 
ing  both  ;  until  at  the  end  of  his  life  his  name  was  the 
synonym  for  a  prosing  preacher,  imperturbably  persist- 


xlvi  INTRODUCTION 

ent,  notoriously  ineffectual.  His  watchword,  in  the 
^leven  different  governments  under  which  he  lived, 
as  he  himself  says,  was  ever  against  the  tyranny  of 
King  or  Parliament.  In  youth  he  supported  the 
monarchy,  and  satirized  its  attendant  circumstances ; 
in  age  he  admired  Cromwell,  and  at  the  same  time 
"declared  unto  him  those  truths  "which  had  been 
better  left  unspoken. 

His  was  a  peculiarly  irritating  character ;  in  less 
troublous  times  he  might  have  been  great ;  but  a  sense 
of  self-importance  led  him  to  employ  upon  political 
and  religious  matters  a  power  which  would  have 
carried  him  far,  had  he  been  content  to  use  it  simply 
for  pure  literature.  But  he  would  not  take  advice ; 
he  was  independent,  and  would  follow  his  own  line. 
"Nee  habeo,  nee  careo,  nee  euro" — "What  care 
I  ? "  Yet  of  what  he  left,  some  is  immortal,  and  for 
that  we  can  be  but  grateful. 


PORTRAITS. 

Of  these  there  are  at  least  five.  The  best,  accord 
ing  to  Granger,  is  that  by  John  Payne,  in  the  folio 
Emblems  (1634-5).  It  is  certainly  the  largest  head  ; 
the  engraved  surface  is  about  six  inches  by  seven  and 
a  half.  Willmott  prefixed  a  bad  reproduction  of  it 
to  his  Lives  of  Sacred  Poets.  The  legend  round  it 
is  "Effigies  Georgii  Witheri  Poetae."  Folio.  (See 
Frontispiece. ) 

The  commonest  portrait  is  that  by  William  Holle 
(or  Hole),  originally  prefixed  to  Abuses  Stript  and 


INTRODUCTION  xlvii 

Whipt.  It  is  an  oval  portrait ;  round  it  are  the  words 
"I  grow  and  wither  both  together.  G.W.  an0  setatis 
suse  21.  1611."  Below  are  six  lines  of  verse,  signed 
"Sr.  T.  I."  and  a  Latin  elegiac  couplet  by  "J.M." 
It  was  reproduced  by  Sir  Egerton  Brydges  and  the 
Spenser  Society,  and  re-engraved  by  W.  J.  Alais  for 
Edward  Farr's  editions.  Octavo. 

Another  is  Roger  Daniell's  rare  portrait,  which  was 
re-engraved  by  James  Brook  Pulham  and  issued  by 
him  privately  in  1827,  and  in  a  published  fragment  in 
1834.  Also  an  oval  portrait ;  above,  Wither's  motto; 
legend,  "  Viva  Effigies  Clarissimi  Poetse  Georgii 
Wither;"  six  doggerel  lines  beneath.  Quarto. 

A  fourth  portrait  is  in  Fragmenta  Prophetica  (1669). 
It  represents  Wither  in  armour,  crowned  with  bays, 
facing  to  the  right;  legend,  "Vera  Effigies  Georgei 
Wither  Armiger  Qui  Obiit  An0  1667.  ^Etat.  Su. 
79 ; "  six  lines  of  verse  below.  Octavo. 

The  Delaram  portrait  is  in  the  Preparation  to  the 
Psalter  (1619).  Folio. 

A  portrait  in  oils  by  Cornelius  Jansen  was  sold  at 
Gutch's  sale  in  1858  by  Sotheby. 


BIBLIOGRAPHY 
OF  GEORGE  WITHER'S  EARLY  POETICAL  WORKS. 

[1611.  ABUSES  STRIPT  AND  WHIPT.  Probably  sup 
pressed  :  no  copy  known.  See  Introduction, 
p.  xxiii]. 

1612.  PRINCE  HENRIES  |  OBSEQVIES  |  OR  | 
MOVRNEFULL  ELEGIES  VPON  |  HIS 


xlviii  INTR  OD  UCTION 

DEATH  :  |  With  \  [picture  of  the  funeral  pro- 
cession]  |  A  supposed  Inter-loc^^t^on  betweene  the 
\  Ghost  of  Prince  Henrie  and  Great  |  Brittaine.  | 
By  George  Wyther.  \  LONDON,  |  Printed  by 
Ed.  Allde,  for  Arthur  lohnson,  at  the  white  | 
Horse  neere  unto  the  great  North-doore  of  j 
Saint  Paul.  1612. 

4to.     Reprinted  1617,  and  in  Juvenilia  1622 
and  1633. 

1612.  EPITHALAMIA:     |    OR    |     NVPTIALL 
POEMS  |  VPON   THE  MOST  BLESSED  j 

AND    HAPPIE    MARIAGE    BETWEENE  |  the    High 

and  Mightie  Prince  FREDERICK  the  |  fiftht  Count 
Palatine  of  the  Rhein,  Duke  \  of  Bauier,  &c.  | 
AND  THE  MOST  VERTVOVS,  |  GRACIOVS 

AND  THRICE  EXCEL-  |  LENT  PRINCESSE,  ELIZA 
BETH,  SOLE  |  Daughter  to  our  dread  Soueraigne, 
IAMES,  by  |  the  grace  of  God  King  of  Great 
Britainc,  \  France  and  Ireland,  defender  |  of  the 
Faith,  &c.  |  CELEBRATED  AT  WHITE- 
HALL  |  the  fourteenth  of  Februarie,  |  1612.  | 
Written  by  GEORGE  WITHER.  |  [Device.]  |  AT 
LONDON,  I  Imprinted  for  Ed-ward  Mar  chant, 
and  are  to  be  sold  |  at  his  shop  ouer  against  the 
Crosse  in  Pauls  Church-  |  yeard.  1612. 

4to.     Reprinted  in  the  Workes  1620,  and  in 
Jiivenilia  1622  and  1633. 

1613.  ABVSES  |  STRIPT  |  AND  |  WHIPT.  \  OR 
|  SATIRICAL  ESSAIES,  |  Divided  into  two  Bookes. 
|  Also  the  Scourge.     EPIGRAMS.  |  By  GEORGE 
WITHER.  |  IToAAo/cal  rol  /col  uwpbs  avijp  Ka.ra.Ka.}- 


INTRODUCTION  xlix 

.  |  Despise  not  this  what  ere  I  seeme  in 
show,  \  A  foole  to  purpose  speakes  sometime  you 
know.  |  [Burton's  monogram.]  |  At  London,  | 
Printed  by  G.  ELD,  for  FRANCIS  |  BVRTON,  and 
are  to  be  sold  at  his  |  shop  in  Pauls  Churchyard, 
at  the  \  signe  of  the  Green- Dragon.  \  1613. 

8vo.  This  is  noted  as  the  "first  edition"  in 
the  copies  in  the  Bodleian  and  British  Museum 
(press-mark,  11623.  aa-  44)-  Ifc  ma7  be  dis 
tinguished  on  the  title-page  by  the  spelling  of 
the  words  "Essaies"and  "Wither"  both  with 
"i"  ;  the  other  title-pages  spell  both  with  "y." 
There  are  four  different  1613  editions  in  the  British 
Museum,  and  a  fifth  in  the  Dyce  Library,  irre 
spective  of  title-pages.  Some  copies  have  a  second 
title-page  to  Book  2. 

It  was  reprinted  in  1614,  1615,  1617,  and  in 
Juvenilia,  1622  and  1633. 

1614.  A  |  SATYRE:  |  DEDICATED  \  TO  HIS 
MOST  |  EXCELLENT  |  MAIESTIE.  \  BY 
|  GEORGE  WITHER,  |  Gentleman.  |  Rebus  in 
aduersis  Crescit.  |  [Device.]  |  LONDON  \  Print 
ed  for  GEORGE  NORTON  |  and  are  to  be  solde 
at  the  signe  of  |  the  red-Bull,  neere  Temple- 
barre.  |  1614. 

Small  8vo.  For  "dedicated"  some  title-pages 
give  "written."  Reprinted  1615,  1616,  in  the 
Workes  1620  and  in.  Juvenilia,  1622  and  1633. 

1614.  [Bound    with    William    Browne's    Shepherd's 

Pipe.-] 
(a)  OTHER  |  EGLOGVES:  |  BY  \  M'  BROOKE, 

VOL.  I.  d 


1  INTRODUCTION 

Mr  WITHER  |  and  Mr  DAVIES.  |  [Device.]  | 
LONDON  |  Printed  by  N.O.  for  G,  Norton  | 
1614. 

The  second  of  these,  "Thirsis  and  Alexis," 
afterwards  appeared  as  Eclogue  V.  in  the 
Shepherd's  Hunting. 

(b)  AN      OTHER  |    ECLOGVE    |    BY  |    W 
GEORGE    WITHER.  |  Dedicated    to   his    truely 
louing  |  and  worthy  friend,  Mr   |  W.  BROWNE.  | 
[Device.]  |    LONDON  |    Printed    for     George 
Norton  \  1614. 

This  afterwards  became  Eclogue  IV.  in  the 
Shepherd's  Hunting. 

1615.  Fidelia.  |  [Device.]  |  LONDON  |  Printed  by 
NICHOLAS  |  OKES.     1615. 

This  is  the  privately-printed  edition,  of  which 
only  one  copy  is  known.  The  unique  copy  is 
in  the  Bodleian  Library,  and  perhaps  deserves  a 
short  description.  It  is  a  thin  volume,  small 
I2mo.,  now  bound  in  green  morocco;  but  at 
the  end  are  preserved  the  original  vellum  slip 
covers,  on  the  exterior  of  which  gold  tooling  is 
still  faintly  discernible.  The  insides  of  these,  as 
well  as  the  fly-leaves,  are  covered  in  contempor 
ary  handwriting,  which  consists,  where  legible, 
of  poetry  written  as  prose,  e.g.  "but  fate  must 
unresisted  stand,  oh  who  can  it  oppose,  necessity 
is  a  tyrant,  &  no  meame  in  mischief  knows ; 
else  might  my  fairer  love  and  I  unsevered  live, 
till  one  did  die."  [This  is  from  Epigram  19  in 
Thomas  Beedome's  Poems  Divine  and  Humane, 


INTR  OD  UCTION  li 

164 1],  On  the  verso  of  the  title  fly-leaf  is  written 
the  name  "  Anthony  Shepard."  The  pages  of 
the  text  itself  are  now  carefully  covered  with 
thin  transparent  material.  Two  pages  have  been 
misplaced  in  rebinding.  There  is  a  long  intro 
duction. 

Apparently  it  was  first  recorded  by  W.  T» 
Arnold  in  his  article  on  Wither  in  T.  H.  Ward's 
English  Poets.     It  was  reprinted,  with  errors,  in 
vol.  vi.  of  Arber's  English  Garner,  1883. 
1615.  THE  |  SHEPHERDS  |  Hunting:  \  Being,  | 
CERTAINE  EGLOGS  |  written  during  the  time 
of  the  |  Authors  Imprisonment  in  the  J  Marshal- 
sey.  |  B  Y  \  GEORGE     WITHER,  |  Gentleman.  | 
[Device.]  |  LONDON:  \  Printed    by    THOMAS 
SNODHAM  |  for  George  Norton,  and  are  to  be 
sold  |  at    the    signe    of  the    red-Bull,    neere  | 
Temple-barre.     1615. 

8vo.  Another  edition  was  issued  in  the  same 
year  with  the  same  title-page.  A  third  was 
printed  by  "  W.  White  for  George  Norton,"  and 
bound  up  with  Abuses  Stript  and  Whipt  and  A 
Satyre  to  the  King,  both  of  1615.  It  was  re 
printed  in  the  Workes  1620,  in  Juvenilia  1622 
and  1633 ;  by  Sir  Egerton  Brydgesin  1814;  and 
by  Southey  in  1831. 

1617.    Fidelia.  |  Written  \  By    G.    W.    of   Lin-  | 
colnes   Inne,  j  Gentleman.    \  [Device.]  |  LON 
DON,  |  Printed  by  NICHOLAS  |  OKES.     1617. 

I2mo.  Hazlitt  (Handbook,  p.  665)  mentions 
two  copies,  both  imperfect,  which  together  would 


lii  INTRODUCTION 

make  a  complete  copy.  One,  wanting  4  pp.,  is 
in  the  Bodleian.  Lowndes  mentions  that  one  was 
in  Sir  M.  Sykes'  library.  Reprinted,  "  newly 
corrected  and  augmented"  1619,  in  the  Workes 
1620,  in  Juvenilia  1622  and  1633,  and  by  Sir 
Egerton  Brydges  in  1815. 

1620.    THE    |    WORKES    |    OF       MASTER    | 
GEORGE      WITHER,      OF  |  LINCOLNS- 
INNE,  |  GENTLEMAN.  | 
"Satyrs. 


Containing  • 


Epigrams. 
Eclogues. 


Sonnets, 
vand  Poems. 

Whereunto    is  annexed  a  Pa-  |  raphrase  on  the 
Creed  and  the  |  Lords   Prayer.  |  LONDON,  \ 
Printed  by  John  Beale  for  Thomas  Walkley,  and 
are  to  |  be  sold  at  his  shop  at  the   Eagle  and 
Child  in  |  Brittanes  Burse.     1620. 

8vo.  It  contains  A  Satyre  to  the  King,  Epitha- 
lamia,  The  Shepherds  Pipe,  Other  Eglogues  (only 
those  by  Brooke  and  Davies),  The  Shepherd's 
Hunting,  and  Fidelia. 

A  pirated  edition,  disclaimed  by  Wither.  It  is 
carelessly  printed. 

1621.  (a)   WITHER' S  |  MOTTO.  |  Nee  habeo,   nee 
Careo,  nee  Curo.  \  Anno  Domini.  \  CIDIDXXI. 

(b)  Engraved  title-page  :— «WI  TH  ER'S 
MOTTO.  |  Nee  habeo,  nee  Careo,  nee  Curo." 
in  a  scroll  at  the  head  of  the  page ;  in  the  left- 
hand  bottom  corner,  "  R.E.  sculpsit." 


INTRODUCTION  liii 

[Both  these  books  are  otherwise  identical. 
Later  editions  of  the  same  year  have  the  en 
graved  title-page  alone,  with  this  addition  in 
serted  at  the  foot  of  the  engraving  itself — 
LONDON  printed  for  lohn  Marriott  1621.] 

8vo.     Reprinted  in  Juvenilia  1622  and  1633, 
also  by  Sir  PIgerton  Brydges  in  Restituta,  vol.  i. 
p.  166,  and  at  Birmingham  in  1814. 
1622.  FA  IRE  -  VIRTUE,  \  THE  |  MISTRESSE  | 
OF  |  PHW  ARETE.    \   Written      by   |    GEO  : 
WITHER.  |  Catul.  Carm.  xv.  |  — nihilveremur  \ 
IstoSy  qui  in  platea,  modo  hue,  modo  illuc  \  In  re 
pretereunt  sua  occupati.  \  LONDON,  |  Printed  for 
lohn  Grismand.  \  CiD.lOC.xxil. 

8vo.     A  variation  gives  *'  himself e"  instead  of 
Wither's  name.    Issued  the  same  year  bound  with 
Juvenilia  1622  ;  few  copies  now  to  be  found  are 
so  complete.    Reprinted  in  Jiivenilia  1633,  by  Sir 
Egerton  Brydges  in   1818,   and  in  vol.  iv.   of 
Arber's  English  Garner,  1882. 
1622.  Engraved  title-page:—  |  IVVENILIA.  |  A| 
Collection  |  of    those  |  POEMES  |  which    -were  \ 
heretofore  imprin-  \  ted,  and  written  by  \  George 
wither. 

[LONDON,  printed  for  John  Budge,  in  Paul's 
Churchyard  at  the  sign  of  the  green  dragon,  1622. 

LONDON,  printed  for  Robert  Allott,  in  Paul's 
Churchyard  at  the  sign  of  the  greyhound,  1626 
(remainders  of  1622  with  a  new  date  and  name). 

LONDON,  printed  for  Robert  Allott,  at  the 
bear  in  Paul's  Churchyard,  1633.] 


liv  INTRODUCTION 

Note.     The  complete  Juvenilia^  both  of  1622  and 
1633,  should  contain  the  following,  in  order  : — 

To  the  Reader. 

Abuses  Stript  and  Whipt. 

The  Scourge. 

Epigrams. 

Prince  Henries  Obsequies. 

Satyre  to  the  King. 

Epithalamia. 

The  Shepherd's  Hunting. 

Fidelia  (dated  1632  in  the  1633  Juvenilia"). 

Metrical  Paraphrase  upon  the  Creed. 

„  ,,  ,,     the  Lord's  Prayer. 

Wither's  Motto  (engraved  title-page). 

Fair  Virtue,  or  the  Mistress  of  Philarete. 

A  Miscellany  of  Epigrams,  etc. 

The  Stationer's  Postscript. 

A  complete  1622  Juvenilia  is  in  the  British  Museum 
(press-mark  1076.  c.  20),  and  a  complete  copy  of 
the  1633  edition  is  in  the  Dyce  Library.  Some 
copies  of  the  1622  do  not  contain  Fair  Virtue, 
some  have  neither  that  nor  the  Motto. 

LIST 
OF  EDITIONS,  REPRINTS,  ETC. 

1765.  Percy.     Reliques  of  Ancient  Poetry. 
1785.  Dalrymple.     Extracts  from  Juvenilia. 
1790.  Ellis.     Specimens  of  Early  English  Poetry. 

1814.  Motto  reprinted  at  Birmingham. 
,,       Brydges.     Shepherd's  Hunting. 

1815.  „  Select  Lyrical  Poems. 


INTRODUCTION  lv 

1815.  Brydges.     Fidelia. 
,,  ,,  Hymns  and  Songs  of  the  Church. 

1818.  ,,  Fair  Virtue. 

1819.  S\anford.      Works  of  the  British  Poets,  vol.  5. 

(Extracts. ) 

1820.  Gutch.    Juvenilia,    etc.,    [not  published].     3 

vols.  (or  4?) 
1827.  Brook  Pulham.     Three  commendatory  poems 

by  Wither,  and  a  portrait  redrawn 

from  Daniell's  by  Pulham. 
1831.  Southey.     Select  Works  of  British  Poets.    (The 

Shepherd's  Hunting.) 
1846.  Havergal.      Selections  from  the  Hymns  and 

Songs  of  the  CJmrch.    Printed  at 

Oxford. 

1856.  Farr.     Hymns  and  Songs  of  the  Church. 

1857.  ,,        Halelujah. 

l8.71  \ Spenser  Society,  Manchester.     Works,  nearly 
.882J  entire' 

1882.  Arber.       English     Garner,     vol.     iv.     (Fair 

Virtue). 

1883.  Arber.     English  Garner^  vol.  vi.  (Fidelia}. 
1891.  Morley.   Companion  Poets,  vol.  iii.  (Selections). 


Besides  introductions,  etc.,  in  the  foregoing  editions 

and  reprints,  the- following  books,  etc.,  will  be  found 

useful  to  the  student  of  Wither's  life  and  writings. 

General: — Calendars     of    State    and    Clarendon 

Papers,    Court  and  Times  of  James   I.  and 

Charles    I.,    Historical     MSS.     Commission 


Ivi  INTRODUCTION 

Reports,  Hunter's  Chorus  Vatum  (in  the 
British  Museum  Addit.  MSS.,  No.  24491,  fol. 
49  et  sqq. ),  Journals  of  the  House  of  Commons, 
Rymer's  Fce.dera,  Notes  and  Queries,  passim. 
Special: — William  Winstanley's  Lives  of  English 
Poets,  1687 ;  John  Aubrey's  Brief  Lives,  ed. 
Andrew  Clark,  1898;  Anthony-a- Wood's 
Athena  Oxonienses,  1721  ;  article  by  Octavius 
Gilchrist  in  the  Gentleman! s  Magazine,  vol. 
70,  1797  ;  Beloe's  Anecdotes  of  Literature  and 
Scarce  Books  (1807-12),  vol.  2,  pp.  419  et 
sqq.  ;  Sir  Samuel  Egerton  Brydges'  Censura 
Literaria  (1805-1809),  esp.vols.  5,  6,  8,  and 

10  ;  his  British  Bibliographer  (1810),  vol.  I, 
life  by  Brydges,  p.  I  et  sqq.  ;  bibliography  by 
Thomas  Park,  pp.  179,  305,  417  ;  vol.  2,  pp. 
17,  28,  and  378  ;  William  Hazlitt  the  elder's 
Lectures  on  the  English  Poets  (1818)  j  Charles 
Lamb's  Essay  on  the  Poetical  Works  of  George 
Wither  (1818),  and  notes  in  Ainger's  edition; 
Robert  Aris  Willmott's  Lives  of  Sacred  Poets, 
series  I  (1834),  a  long  and  excellent  biography 
and   criticism ;    Thomas   Corser's    Collectanea 
Anglo-Poetica  (1860-1883),  esp.  parts   3   and 

1 1  ;   Mr.   A.   C.   Swinburne's   George    Wither 
and  Charles  Lamb  in    Miscellanies    (1886); 
Dean  G.  W.  Kitchin's  Manor  of  Manydown 
(Hampshire  Record  Society,  1895) ;  Mr.  Sid 
ney  Lee's  article  in  the  Dictionary  of  National 
Biography,    vol.    62.    (1900),    an     admirable 
summary. 


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TITLE-PAGE  TO  Juvenilia,  1622. 


THE 

SHEPHERDS 

Hunting  : 

Being, 

CERTAINE    EGLOGS 

written  during  the  time  of  the 

Authors  Imprisonment  in  the 

Mar  shah  ey. 

BT 

GEORGE    WITHER, 

Gentleman. 

[Device.^ 

LONDON: 

Printed    by    THOMAS    SNODHAM 

for  George  Norton,  and  are  to  be  sold 
at  the  signe  of  the  red-Bull,  neere 
Temple-bar  re.     1615. 

EDITIONS  COLLATED. 

1615  (a)  [=  Brit.  Museum.  1076.  c.  10]  has  the  signature  at  the 
end  of  the  address  "To  the  Reader"  spelled  "  Geo. 
Wyther."  The  B.  M.  copy  belonged  to  Dalrymple, 
and  contains  an  autograph  note,  "  Same  edition  as  in 
Bodleian  Library,  1787." 

1615  (3)  [=  B.  M.  238.  b.  29.  (2),  and  copy  in  Dyce  Library] 
varies  slightly  from  1615  (a),  but  has  same  title-page. 

Another  edition  of  1615  was  printed  by  "  W.  White  for  George 
Norton"  and  issued  with  A  buses  Stript  and  Whipt  and 
A  Satyre  to  the  King. 

1620.  In  The  Workes  of  Master  George  Wither,  Walkley's 
surreptitious  issue.  Like  the  rest  of  this  edition,  it  is 
carelessly  printed. 

1622.  In  Juvenilia ;  revised  throughout,  and  "Philarete"  is 
substituted  for  "  Roget."  Printed  by  T[homas]  Sfnod- 
ham]  for  John  Budge. 

1633.  In  Juvenilia;  an  almost  exact  reprint  of  the  previous 
Juvenilia.  Printed  by  Richard  Badger  for  Robert 
Allott. 

*»*  The  letters  S.  P.  in  the  collations  in  the  fourth  and  fifth 
Eclogues  refer  to  the  Shepherd's  Pipe  (1614)  where 
these  Eclogues  first  appeared.  See  Notes  thereon. 


To  those  honoured,  noble,  and  right  virtuous 
friends,  my  visitants  in  the  Marshalsea : 

And  to  all  other  my  unknown  favourers,  who 

either  privately  or  publicly  wished  me 

well  in  my  imprisonment. 

NOBLE  friends,  you  whose  virtues  made  me  first  in 
love  with  virtue,,  and  whose  worths  made  me  be 
thought  worthy  of  your  loves,  I  have  now  at  last  (you 
see)  by  God's  assistance,  and  your  encouragement,  run 
through  the  purgatory  of  imprisonment ;  and  by  the 
worthy  favour  of  a  just  Prince  stand  free  again,  with 
out  the  least  touch  of  dejected  baseness.  Seeing 
therefore  I  was  grown  beyond  my  hope  so  fortunate 
(after  acknowledgment  of  my  Creator's  love,  together 
with  the  unequalled  clemency  of  so  gracious  a  Sove 
reign)  I  was  troubled  to  think  by  what  means  I 
might  express  my  thankfulness  to  so  many  well-deserv 
ing  friends  ;  no  way  I  found  to  my  desire,  neither 
yet  ability  to  perform  when  I  found  it.  But  at  length 
considering  with  myself  what  you  were — that  is,  such 
who  favour  honesty  for  no  second  reason  but  because 
you  yourselves  are  good,  and  aim  at  no  other  reward 
3 


4  TO   THE  READER 

but  the  witness  of  a  sound  conscience  that  you  do 
well — I  found  that  thankfulness  would  prove  the 
acceptablest  present  to  suit  with  your  dispositions  ; 
and  that,  I  imagined,  could  be  no  way  better  ex 
pressed  than  in  manifesting  your  courtesies,  and  giving 
consent  to  your  reasonable  demands.  For  the  first,  I 
confess  (with  thanks  to  the  Disposer  of  all  things,  and 
a  true  grateful  heart  towards  you)  so  many  were  the 
unexpected  visitations,  and  unhoped  kindnesses  re 
ceived,  both  from  some  among  you  of  my  acquaintance, 
and  many  other  unknown  well-willers  of  my  cause, 
that  I  was  persuaded  to  entertain  a  much  better  con 
ceit  of  the  times  than  I  lately  conceived,  and  assured 
myself  that  virtue  had  far  more  followers  than  I 
supposed. 

Somewhat  it  disturbed  me  to  behold  our  age's 
favourites,  whilst  they  frowned  on  my  honest  enter 
prises,  to  take  unto  their  protections  the  egregious't  fop 
peries  :  yet  much  more  was  my  contentment,  in  that  I 
was  respected  by  so  many  of  you,  amongst  whom  there 
are  some  who  can  and  may  as  much  disesteem  these 
as  they  neglect  me :  nor  could  I  fear  their  malice  or 
contempt,  whilst  I  enjoyed  your  favours,  who  (howso 
ever  you  are  undervalued  by  fools  for  a  time)  shall 
leave  unto  your  posterity  so  noble  a  memory,  that 
your  names  shall  be  reverenced  by  kings,  when  many 
of  these  who  now  flourish  with  a  show  of  usurped 
greatness,  shall  either  wear  out  of  being,  or,  despoiled 
of  all  their  patched  reputation,  grow  contemptible  in 
the  eyes  of  their  beloved  mistress  the  world.  Your 
love  it  is,  that,  enabling  me  with  patience  to  endure 


TO   THE  READER  5 

what  is  already  past,  hath  made  me  also  careful  better 
to  prepare  myself  for  all  future  misadventures,  by 
bringing  to  my  consideration,  what  the  passion  of  my 
just  discontentments  had  almost  quite  banished  from 
my  remembrance. 

Further,  to  declare  my  thankfulness,  in  making 
apparent  my  willing  mind  to  be  commanded  in  any 
services  of  love  which  you  shall  think  fit,  though  I 
want  ability  to  perform  great  matters,  yet  I  have 
according  to  some  of  your  requests  been  contented  to 
give  way  to  the  printing  of  these  eclogues  ;  which  though 
it  to  many  seem  a  slight  matter,  yet  being  well  con 
sidered  of,  may  prove  a  strong  argument  of  my  readi 
ness  to  give  you  content  in  a  greater  matter  :  for  they 
being  (as  you  well  know)  begotten  with  little  care,  and 
preserved  with  less  respect,  gave  sufficient  evidence 
that  I  meant  (rather  than  any  way  to  deceive  your  trust) 
to  give  the  world  occasion  of  calling  my  discretion  in 
question,  as  I  now  assure  myself  this  will :  and  the 
sooner,  because  such  expectations,  I  perceive,  there 
are  of  I  know  not  what  inventions,  as  would  have 
been  frustrated,  though  I  had  employed  the  utmost 
and  very  best  of  my  endeavours. 

Notwithstanding,  for  your  sakes  I  have  here  adven 
tured  once  again  to  make  trial  oFthe  world's  censures: 
and  what  hath  received  being  from  your  loves,  I  here 
re-dedicated  to  your  worths,  which  if  your  noble  dis 
positions  will  like  well  of,  or  if  you  will  but  reason 
ably  respect  what  yourselves  drew  me  unto,  I  shall  be 
nothing  displeased  at  others'  cavils,  but  resting  myself 
contented  with  your  good  opinions,  scorn  all  the 


6  TO   THE  READER 

rabble  of  uncharitable  detractors  :  for  none,  I  know, 
will  malign  it,  except  those,  who  either  particularly 
malice  my  person,  or  profess  themselves  enemies  to 
my  former  books ;  who  (saving  those  that  were  in 
censed  on  others'  speeches)  as  divers  of  you  according 
to  your  protestations  have  observed,  are  either  open 
enemies  of  our  Church,  men  notoriously  guilty  of 
some  particular  abuses  therein  taxed,  such  malicious 
critics  who  have  the  repute  of  being  judicious,  by 
detracting  -from  others ;  or  at  best,  such  gulls  as 
never  approve  anything  good  or  learned,  but  either 
that  which  their  shallow  apprehensions  can  apply  to 
the  soothing  of  their  own  opinions,  or  what,  indeed 
rather,  they  understand  not. 

Trust  me,  how  ill  soever  it  hath  been  rewarded,  my 
love  to  my  country  is  inviolate  :  my  thankfulness  to 
you  unfeigned ;  my  endeavour  to  do  every  man  good  ; 
all  my  aim,  content  with  honesty  :  and  this  my  pains, 
if  it  may  be  so  termed,  more  to  avoid  idleness,  than 
for  affectation  of  praise  :  and  if  notwithstanding  all 
this,  I  must  yet  not  only  rest  myself  content  that  my 
innocency  hath  escaped  with  strict  imprisonment  (to 
the  impairing  of  my  state,  and  hindrance  of  my 
fortunes)  but  also  be  constrained  to  see  my  guiltless 
lines  suffer  the  despite  of  ill  tongues  ;  yet  for  my 
further  encouragement,  let  me  entreat  the  continuance 
of  your  first  respect,  wherein  I  shall  find  that  comfort 
as  will  be  sufficient  to  make  me  set  light  and  so  much 
contemn  all  the  malice  of  my  adversaries,  that  ready 
to  burst  with  the  venom  of  their  own  hearts,  they 
shall  see 


TO   THE  READER  7 

My  mind  enamoured  on  fair  virtue's  light, 
Transcends  the  limits  of  their  bleared  sight, 
And  placed  above  their  envy  doth  contemn, 
Nay,  sit  and  laugh  at,  their  disdain  and  them. 

But,  noble  friends,  I  make  question  neither  of  yours 
nor  any  honest  man's  respect,  and  therefore  will  no 
further  urge  it,  nor  trouble  your  patience :  only  this 
I'll  say,  that  you  may  not  think  me  too  well  conceited 
of  myself;  though  the  time  were  to  blame,  in  ill- 
requiting  my  honest  endeavours,  which  in  the  eyes  of 
the  world  deserved  better,  yet  somewhat  I  am  assured 
there  was  in  me  worthy  that  punishment,  which  when 
God  shall  give  me  grace  to  see  and  amend,  I  doubt 
not  but  to  find  that  regard  as  will  be  fitting  for  so 
much  merit  as  my  endeavours  may  justly  challenge. 
^Meanwhile,  the  better  to  hold  myself  in  esteem  with 
you,  and  amend  the  world's  opinion  of  virtue,  I  will 
study  to  amend  myself,  that  I  may  be  yet  more  worthy 
to  be  called 

Your  friend, 

GEO.  WITHER. 


THE   SHEPHERD'S   HUNTING. 

THE  FIRST  ECLOGUE. 

THE  ARGUMENT. 

Willy  leaves  his  flock  awhile , 
To  lament  his  friend's  exile  ; 
Where,  though  prison^  dy  he  doth  find, 
He's  still  free  thafsfree  in  mind: 
And  that  there  is  no  defence 
Half  so  firm  as  innocence. 

PHILARETE.    WILLY. 
Philarete. 

WILLY,  thou  now  full  jolly  tun'st  thy  reeds, 
Making  the  nymphs  enamour' d  on  thy  strains, 
And  whilst  thy  harmless  flock  unscared  feeds, 
Hast  the  contentment  of  hills,  groves,  and  plains  : 

Argument.    1.  i.     So  1615,  etc.     '  Flocks,'  1633. 

1.  2.     So  1622,  '33.     Earlier  eds.  read : — 

'Visits  Roget  in  exile.'    See  note. 
1.  5.     So  1622,  '33.  1615,  '20  read  'And  in  trouble 

no  defence.' 

1.  4.  'thy,'  for  'the,'  is  given  by  1615  (b)  and  1620.  'hills,' 
1615,  '20,  '22.  '  hill,'  1633. 

9 


io      THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING     [Eel.  I 

Trust  me,  I  joy  thou  and  thy  Muse  so  speeds 
In  such  an  age,  where  so  much  mischief  reigns  : 
And  to  my  care  it  some  redress  will  be, 
Fortune  hath  so  much  grace  to  smile  on  thee. 

Willy. 

To  smile  on  me?    I  ne'er  yet  knew  her  smile, 
Unless  'twere  when  she  purposed  to  deceive  me  ;     io 
Many  a  train,  and  many  a  painted  wile 
She  casts,  in  hope  of  freedom  to  bereave  me  : 
Yet  now,  because  she  sees  I  scorn  her  guile 
To  fawn  on  fools,  she  for  my  Muse  doth  leave  me. 
And  here  of  late,  her  wonted  spite  doth  tend 
To  work  me  care,  by  frowning  on  my  friend. 

Philarete. 

Why  then  I  see  her  copper  coin's  no  starling, 
'Twill  not  be  current  still,  for  all  the  gilding, 
A  knave  or  fool  must  ever  be  her  darling, 
For  they  have  minds  to  all  occasions  yielding  :        20 
If  we  get  anything  by  all  our  parling, 
It  seems  an  apple,  but  it  proves  a  wilding  : 
But  let  that  pass  :  sweet  shepherd,  tell  me  this, 
For  what  beloved  friend  thy  sorrow  is  ? 

Willy. 

Art  thou,  Philarete,  in  durance  here, 
And  dost  thou  ask  me  for  what  friend  I  grieve  ? 

11.  25,  26.     So  1622,  '33.     Earlier  eds.  read  :— 

'  Wrong  me  not,  Roget ;  dost  thou  suffer  here 
And  ask  me  for  what  friend  it  is  I  grieve  ? ' 


Eel.  I]     THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING       11 

Can  I  suppose  thy  love  to  me  is  dear, 

Or  this  thy  joy  for  my  content  believe? 

When  thou  think'st  thy  cares  touch  not  me  as  near  : 

Or  that  I  pin  thy  sorrows  at  my  sleeve  ?  30 

I  have  in  thee  reposed  so  much  trust, 
I  never  thought  to  find  thee  so  unjust. 

Philarete. 
Why,  Willy? 

Willy. 

Prithee  do  not  ask  me  why. 
Doth  it  diminish  any  of  thy  care, 
That  I  in  freedom  maken  melody  ; 
And  think'st  I  cannot  as  well  somewhat  spare 
From  my  delight,  to  moan  thy  misery  ? 
'Tis  time  our  loves  should  these  suspects  forbear  : 
Thou  art  that  friend,  which  thou  unnamed  should' st 

know, 
And  not  have  drawn  my  love  in  question  so.        40 

Philarete. 

Forgive  me,  and  I'll  pardon  thy  mistake, 
And  so  let  this  thy  gentle  anger  cease  ; 
I  never  of  thy  love  will  question  make 
Whilst  that  the  number  of  our  days  increase, 
Yet  to  myself  I  much  might  seem  to  take, 
And  something  near  unto  presumption  prease, 

1.  31.  So  1622,  '33.  1615,  '  Roget,  my  faith  in  thee  hath  had 
that  trust.'  So  also  1620,  with  '  such '  for  '  that.' 

1.33.  So  1615.  1620,  'Why,  Willy,  Willy:  Prithee...' 
1622,  '  Wil,  why  Willy?  Prithee  .  .  .'  ^33,  '  Philarete.  Why? 
Willy.  Prithee  .  .  .'  So  Brydges. 


12       THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING    [Eel.  I 

To  think  me  worthy  love  from  such  a  spirit, 
But  that  I  know  thy  kindness  past  my  merit. 

Besides,  methought  thou  spak'st  now  of  a  friend, 
That  seem'd  more  grievous  discontents  to  bear,        50 
Some  things  I  find  that  do  in  show  offend, 
Which  to  my  patience  little  trouble  are, 
And  they  ere  long  I  hope  will  have  an  end  ; 
Or  though  they  have  not,  much  I  do  not  care  : 

So  this  it  was  made  me  that  question  move. 

And  not  suspect  of  honest  Willy's  love. 

Willy. 

Alas,  thou  art  exiled  from  thy  flock, 
And,  quite  beyond  the  deserts  here  confined, 
Hast  nothing  to  converse  with  but  a  rock, 
Or  at  least  outlaws  in  their  caves  half  pined  :          60 
And  dost  thou  at  thy  own  misfortune  mock, 
Making  thyself  too  to  thyself  unkind  ? 

When  heretofore  we  talk'd  we  did  embrace ; 

But  now  I  scarce  can  come  to  see  thy  face. 

Philarete. 

Yet  all  that,  Willy,  is  not  worth  thy  sorrow, 
For  I  have  mirth  here  thou  would'st  not  believe  ; 
From  deepest  cares  the  highest  joys  I  borrow. 
If  ought  chance  out  this  day  may  make  me  grieve, 
I'll  learn  to  mend,  or  scorn  it  by  to-morrow. 
This  barren  place  yields  somewhat  to  relieve  :         70 
For,  I  have  found  sufficient  to  content  me, 
And  more  true  bliss  than  ever  freedom  lent  me. 


Eel.  i]     THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING      13 

Willy. 
Are  prisons  then  grown  places  of  delight  ? 

Philarete. 

'Tis  as  the  conscience  of  the  prisoner  is  ; 
The  very  grates  are  able  to  affright 
The  guilty  man,  that  knows  his  deeds  amiss  ; 
All  outward  pleasures  are  exiled  quite, 
And  it  is  nothing  (of  itself)  but  this  : 

Abhorred  loneness,  darkness,  sadness,  pains 
Numb  cold,    sharp  hunger,  scorching  thirst,  and 
chains.  80 

Willy. 
And  these  are  nothing  ? 

Philarete. 

Nothing  yet  to  me. 

Only  my  friends'  restraint  is  all  my  pain. 
And  since  I  truly  find  my  conscience  free, 
From  that  my  loneness  too  I  reap  some  gain. 

Willy. 

But  grant  in  this  no  discontentment  be, 

It  doth  thy  wished  liberty  restrain  : 

And  to  thy  soul  I  think  there's  nothing  nearer, 
For  I  could  never  hear  thee  prize  ought  dearer. 

Philarete. 

True,  I  did  ever  set  it  at  a  rate 
Too  dear  for  any  mortal's  worth  to  buy,  90 


J4      THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING      [Eel.  I 

'Tis  not  our  greatest  shepherd's  whole  estate 

Shall  purchase  from  me  my  least  liberty : 

But  I  am  subject  to  the  powers  of  fate, 

And  to  obey  them  is  no  slavery  : 
They  may  do  much,  but  when  they  have  done  all, 
Only  my  body  they  may  bring  in  thrall. 


And  'tis  not  that,  my  Willy,  'tis  my  mind  ; 
My  mind's  more  precious  freedom  I  so  weigh, 
A  thousand  ways  they  may  my  body  bind 
In  thousand  thralls,  but  ne'er  my  mind  betray  :      zoo 
And  thence  it  is  that  I  contentment  find, 
And  bear  with  patience  this  my  load  away : 
I'm  still  myself,  and  that  I'd  rather  be, 
Than  to  be  lord  of  all  these  downs  in  fee. 

Willy. 

Nobly  resolved,  and  I  do  joy  to  hear  't, 
For  'tis  the  mind  of  man  indeed  that's  all ; 
There's  nought  so  hard  but  a  brave  heart  will  bear  't ; 
The  guiltless  men  count  great  afflictions  small, 
They'll  look  on  death  and  torment,  yet  not  fear  ;t, 
Because  they  know  'tis  rising  so  to  fall :  1 10 

Tyrants  may  boast  they  to  much  power  are  born, 
Yet  he  hath  more  than  tyrannies  can  scorn. 

Philarete. 

'Tis  right,  but  I  no  tyrannies  endure, 

Nor  have  I  suffered  ought  worth  name  of  care. 


Eel.  i]     THE  SHEPHERDS  HUNTING       15 

Willy. 

Whate'er  thou'lt  call  't,  thou  may'st,  but  I  am  sure, 
Many  more  pine  that  much  less  pained  are  : 
Thy  look  methinks  doth  say  thy  meaning's  pure 
And  by  this  past  I  find  what  thou  dost  dare  : 
But  I  could  never  yet  the  reason  know, 
Why  thou  art  lodged  in  this  house  of  woe.          120 

Philarete. 

Nor  I,  by  Pan,  nor  never  hope  to  do, 
But  thus  it  pleases  some  ;  and  I  do  guess 
Partly  a  cause  that  moves  them  thereunto, 
Which  neither  will  avail  me  to  express, 
Nor  thee  to  hear,  and  therefore  let  it  go ; 
We  must  not  say,  they  do  so  that  oppress  : 
Yet  I  shall  ne'er,  to  soothe  them  or  the  times, 
Injure  myself  by  bearing  others'  crimes. 

Willy. 

Then  now  thou  may'st  speak  freely,  there's  none  hears, 
But  he,  whom  I  do  hope  thou  dost  not  doubt.        130 

Philarete. 

True  :  but  if  doors  and  walls  have  gotten  ears, 
And  closet-whisperings  may  be  spread  about, 
Do  not  blame  him  that  in  such  causes  fears 
W7hat  in  his  passion  he  may  blunder  out, 

In  such  a  place,  and  such  strict  times  as  these, 
Where  what  we  speak  is  took  as  others  please. 


16      THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING     [Eel.  I 

But  yet  to-morrow,  if  thou  come  this  way, 

I'll  tell  thee  all  my  story  to  the  end  ; 

'Tis  long,  and  now  I  fear  thou  canst  not  stay, 

Because  thy  flock  must  watered  be  and  penned,      140 

And  night  begins  to  muffle  up  the  day, 

Which  to  inform  thee  how  alone  I  spend, 

I'll  only  sing  a  sorry  prisoner's  lay 

I  framed  this  morn,  which  though  it  suits  not  fields, 
Is  such  as  fits  me,  and  sad  thraldom  yields. 

Willy. 

Well,  I  will  set  my  kit  another  string, 
And  play  unto  it  whilst  that  thou  dost  sing. 


SONNET. 

Philarete. 

Now  that  my  body  dead-alive, 
Bereaved  of  comfort,  lies  in  thrall, 
Do  thou,  my  soul,  begin  to  thrive,  150 

And  unto  honey  turn  this  gall ; 

So  shall  we  both  through  outward  woe, 

The  way  to  inward  comfort  know. 

As  to  the  flesh  we  food  do  give, 
To  keep  in  us  this^nortal  breath  : 

1.144.     801615.     Later  eds.  'no.' 

1.  154,  5.    So  1622,  '33.    1615  (a)  1620 :—    ^ 

'  For  as  that  food  my  flesh  I  give, 
Doth  keep  me  in  this  .  .  .' 
1615  (b),  '  Doth  keep  in  me  this  .  .  .' 


Eel,  i]      THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING     17 

So  souls  on  meditations  live 

And  shun  thereby  immortal  death  ; 
Nor  art  thou  ever  nearer  rest, 
Than  when  thou  find'st  me  most  opprest. 

First  think,  my  soul,  if  I  have  foes  160 

That  take  a  pleasure  in  my  care, 
And  to  procure  these  outward  woes, 
Have  thus  entrapped  me  unaware  ; 

Thou  should'st  by  much  more  careful  be. 

Since  greater  foes  lay  wait  for  thee. 

Then  when  mew'd  up  in  grates  of  steel, 
Minding  those  joys  mine  eyes  do  miss, 
Thou  find'st  no  torment  thou  dost  feel, 
So  grievous  as  privation  is  ; 

Muse  how  the  damn'd,  in  flames  that  glow,         170 

Pine  in  the  loss  of  bliss  they  know. 

Thou  seest  there's  given  so  great  might 

To  some  that  are  but  clay  as  I  ; 

Their  very  anger  can  affright, 

Which,  if  in  any  thou  espy, 

Thus  think  ;  if  mortals'  frowns  strike  fear, 
How  dreadful  will  God's  wrath  appear  ? 

By  my  late  hopes  that  now  are  crost, 

Consider  those  that  firmer  be  : 

And  make  the  freedom  I  have  lost,  180 

A  means  that  may  remember  thee  : 
Had  Christ  not  thy  redeemer  bin, 
What  horrid  thrall  thou  had'st  been  in. 

VOL.  I.  2 


18       THE  SHEPHERDS  HUNTING    [Eel.  I 

These  iron  chains,  these  bolts  of  steel, 
Which  other  poor  offenders  grind, 
The  wants  and  cares  which  they  do  feel, 
May  bring  some  greater  thing  to  mind  ; 

For  by  their  grief  thou  shalt  do  well, 

To  think  upon  the  pains  of  hell. 

Or,  when  through  me  thou  seest  a  man  190 

Condemn'd  unto  a  mortal  death, 

How  sad  he  looks,  how  pale,  how  wan, 

Drawing  with  fear  his  panting  breath  ; 

Think,  if  in  that  such  grief  thou  see, 

How  sad  will  '  Go,  ye  cursed,'  be. 

Again,  when  he  that  fear'd  to  die 

Past  hope  doth  see  his  pardon  brought, 

Read  but  the  joy  that's  in  his  eye, 

And  then  convey  it  to  thy  thought  ; 

There  think,  betwixt  thy  heart  and  thee,  200 

How  sweet  will  '  Come,  ye  blessed,'  be. 

Thus  if  thou  do,  though  closed  here, 
My  bondage  I  shall  deem  the  less, 
I  neither  shall  have  cause  to  fear, 
Nor  yet  bewail  my  sad  distress  ; 

For  whether  live,  or  pine,  or  die, 

We  shall  have  bliss  eternally. 

Willy. 

Trust  me  I  see  the  cage  doth  some  birds  good, 
And,  if  they  do  not  suffer  too  much  wrong, 

L  184.     So  1622,  '33.     '  the  bolts,'  1615,  '20. 


Eel.  i]     THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING       19 

Will  teach  them  sweeter  descants  than  the  wood:  210 
Believe  't,  I  like  the  subject  of  thy  song, 
It  shows  thou  art  in  no  distempered  mood  : 
But  'cause  to  hear  the  residue  I  long, 
My  sheep  to-morrow  I  will  nearer  bring, 
And  spend  the  day  to  hear  thee  talk  and  sing. 

Yet  ere  we  part,  Philarete,  arede, 

Of  whom  thou  learn'dst  to  make  such  songs  as  these, 

I  never  yet  heard  any  shepherd's  reed 

Tune  in  mishap  a  strain  that  more  could  please ; 

Surely  thou  dost  invoke  at  this  thy  need  220 

Some  power  that  we  neglect  in  other  lays  : 

For  here's  a  name  and  words  that  but  few  swains 
Have  mention'd  at  their  meeting  on  the  plains. 

Philarete. 

Indeed  'tis  true  ;  and  they  are  sore  to  blame, 
They  do  so  much  neglect  it  in  their  songs, 
For  thence  proceedeth  such  a  worthy  fame, 
As  is  not  subject  unto  envy's  wrongs  : 
That  is  the  most  to  be  respected  name 
Of  our  true  Pan,  whose  worth  sits  on  all  tongues  ; 

And  the  most  ancient  shepherds  use  to  praise     230 

In  sacred  anthems,  sung  on  holy  days. 

He  that  first  taught  his  music  such  a  strain 
Was  that  sweet  shepherd,  who,  until  a  king, 

1.  216.     Early  eds.  '. .  .  Roget,  to  me  areed.' 

1.230.  801615,  >2°-  Eds.  1622, '33  read  'And  what  the 
ancient .  .  .' 

1.  231.  So  1615,  '20.  Eds.  1622,  "33  read  ' .  .  .  anthems  upon 
holy  days.' 


20       THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING    [Eel.  I 

Kept  sheep  upon  the  honey-milky  plain, 

That  is  enrich'd  by  Jordan's  watering  ; 

He  in  his  troubles  eased  the  body's  pain 

By  measures  raised  to  the  soul's  ravishing  : 
And  his  sweet  numbers  only  most  divine 
Gave  the  first  being  to  this  song  of  mine. 

Willy. 

Let  his  good  spirit  ever  with  thee  dwell,  240 

That  I  might  hear  such  music  every  day. 

Philarete. 

Thanks,  swains  :  but  hark,  thy  wether  rings  his  bell. 
And,  swains,  to  fold,  or  homeward  drive  away. 

Willy. 

And  yon  goes  Cuddy ;  therefore  fare  thou  well  ; 
I'll  make  his  sheep  for  me  a  little  stay  ; 
And,  if  thou  think  it  fit,  I'll  bring  him  too 
Next  morning  hither. 

Philarete. 
Prithee,  Willy,  do. 

1.  236.     So  1633.     Earlier  eds.  '  pains.' 

1.  239.     So  1615,  '20.     Eds.  1622,  '33  read   'Gave  first  the 
being.' 

1.  242,  3.     So  1622,  '33.     Eds.  1615,  "20  read  : — 

'  Thanks  ;  but  would  now  it  pleased  thee  to  play. 
Yet  sure  'tis  late  ;  thy  wether  .  . .' 


THE  SHEPHERDS  HUNTING          21 


THE  SECOND    ECLOGUE. 


THE  ARGUMENT. 

Ctiddy  here  relates,  how  all 
Pity  Philaretfs  thrall; 
Who,  req^lested>  doth  relate 
The  true  cause  of  his  estate  ; 
Which  broke  off,  because  'twas  long^ 
They  begin  a  three-man  song. 


WILLY.    CUDDY.    PHILARETE. 

Willy. 

Lo,  Philaret,  thy  old  friend  here,  and  I, 
Are  come  to  visit  thee  in  these  thy  bands, 
Whilst  both  our  flocks  in  an  enclosure  by 
Do  pick  the  thin  grass  from  the  fallowed  lands. 
He  tells  me  thy  restraint  of  liberty 
Each  one  throughout  the  country  understands, 
And  there  is  not  a  gentle-natured  lad 
On  all  these  downs,  but  for  thy  sake  is  sad. 

Argument.    11.  i,  2.     So  1622, '33.     Earlier  eds.  read :— 
'  Cuddy  tells  how  all  the  swains 
Pity  Roget  on  the  plains.' 

1.  6.     So  1622,  '33.  Earlier  eds.  '  three-mans  song. 
1.  i.     So  1622,    '33.      Earlier   eds.    'Roget,   thy  old  friend 
Cuddy  here  and  I." 


22       THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING    [Eel.  2 

Cuddy. 

Not  thy  acquaintance  and  thy  friends  alone 
Pity  thy  close  restraint,  as  friends  should  do,         10 
But  some,  that  have  but  seen  thee,  for  thee  moan  ; 
Yea,  many  that  did  never  see  thee  too. 
Some  deem  thee  in  a  fault,  and  most  in  none ; 
So  divers  ways  do  divers  rumours  go  ; 
And  at  all  meetings  where  our  shepherds  be, 
Now  the  main  news  that's  extant  is  of  thee. 

Philarete. 

Why,  this  is  somewhat  yet  :  had  I  but  kept 

Sheep  on  the  mountains  till  the  day  of  doom, 

My  name  should  in  obscurity  have  slept 

In  brakes,  in  briars,  shrubbed  furze  and  broom  ;  20 

Into  the  world's  wide  ear  it  had  not  crept, 

Nor  in  so  many  men's  thoughts  found  a  room  : 

But  what  cause  of  my  suffering  do  they  know  ? 

Good  Cuddy,  tell  me,  how  doth  rumour  go? 

Cuddy. 

Faith,  'tis  uncertain  ;  some  speak  this,  some  that  : 
Some  dare  say  nought,  yet  seem  to  think  a  cause, 
And  many  a  one,  prating  he  knows  not  what, 
Comes  out  with  proverbs  and  old  ancient  saws, 
As  if  he  thought  thee  guiltless,  and  yet  not  : 
Then  doth  he  speak  half  sentences,  then  pause  :    30 

That  what  the  most  would  say,  we  may  suppose; 

But  what  to  say  the  rumour  is,  none  knows. 


Eel.  2]     THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING      23 

Philarete. 

Nor  care  I  greatly,  for  it  skills  not  much 
What  the  unsteady  common-people  deems  ; 
His  conscience  doth  not  always  feel  least  touch 
That  blameless  in  the  sight  of  others  seems  : 
My  cause  is  honest,  and  because  'tis  such, 
I  hold  it  so,  and  not  for  men's  esteems  : 

If  they  speak  justly  well  of  me,  I'm  glad  ; 

If  falsely  evil,  it  ne'er  makes  me  sad.  4.0 

Willy. 

I  like  that  mind  :  but,  shepherd,  you  are  quite 
Beside  the  matter  that  I  long  to  hear  : 
Remember  what  you  promised  yester-night, 
You'd  put  us  off  with  other  talk,  I  fear  ; 
Thou  know'st  that  honest  Cuddy's  heart's  upright, 
And  none  but  he,  except  myself,  is  near  : 
Come,  therefore,  and  betwixt  us  two  relate 
The  true  occasion  of  thy  present  state. 

Philarete. 

My  friends,  I  will  ;  you  know  I  am  a  swain, 
That  keep  a  poor  flock  on  a  barren  plain  :  50 

Who,  though  it  seems  I  could  do  nothing  less, 
Can  make  a  song,  and  woo  a  shepherdess. 

1.  41.     '  Shepherd '    substituted  in    1622,    '33  eds.     for    the 
'  Roget '  of  the  earlier  eds. 
1.  50.     So  1633.     Other  eds.  read  : — 

'  That  kept  a  poor  flock  here  upon  this  plain.'   (1615.) 

'  That  keep,'  etc.  as  1615.     (1620.) 

'  That  kept  a  poor  flock  on  a  barren  plain.'    (1622.') 


24       THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING    [Eel.  2 

*       And  not  alone  the  fairest  where  I  live, 

Have  heard  me  sing,  and  favours  deigned  to  give  : 

But,  though  I  say  't,  the  noblest  nymph  of  Thame 

Hath  graced  my  verse,  unto  my  greater  fame. 

Yet,  being  young,  and  not  much  seeking  praise, 

I  was  not  noted  out  for  shepherds'  lays 

Nor  feeding  flocks,  as,  you  know,  others  be  : 

For  the  delight  that  most  possessed  me  60 

Was  hunting  foxes,  wolves,  and  beasts  of  prey 

That  spoil  our  folds,  and  bear  our  lambs  away. 

For  this,  as  also  for  the  love  I  bear 

Unto  my  country,  I  laid  by  all  care 

Of  gain,  or  of  preferment,  with  desire 

Only  to  keep  that  state  I  had  entire, 

And  like  a  true-grown  huntsman  sought  to  speed 

Myself  with  hounds  of  rare  and  choicest  breed, 

Whose  names  and  natures,  ere  I  further  go, 

Because  you  are  my  friends  I'll  let  you  know.       70 

My  first-esteemed  dog  that  I  did  find, 

Was  by  descent  of  old  Actseon's  kind  ; 

A  brach,  which  if  I  do  not  aim  amiss, 

For  all  the  world  is  just  like  one  of  his  : 

She's  named  Love,  and  scarce  yet  knows  her  duty ; 

Her  dam's  my  lady's  pretty  beagle,  Beauty. 

I  bred  her  up  myself  with  wondrous  charge, 

Until  she  grew  to  be  exceeding  large, 

And  wax'd  so  wanton,  that  I  did  abhor  it, 

And  put  her  out  amongst  my  neighbours  for  it.    80 


1.  59.     So  1615  (b),  '20,  '22,  '33.     1615  (a)  reads'  Nor  feeding, 
flockes,  yea  known  as  others  be.' 


Eel.  2]     THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING      25 

The  next  is  Lust,  a  hound  that's  kept  abroad 

'Mongst  some  of  mine  acquaintance  ;  but  a  toad 

Is  not  more  loathsome  :  'tis  a  cur  will  range 

Extremely,  and  is  ever  full  of  mange  : 

And  'cause  it  is  infectious,  she's  not  wont 

To  come  among  the  rest,  but  when  they  hunt. 

Hate  is  the  third,  a  hound  both  deep  and  long  : 

His  sire  is  true,  or  else  supposed,  Wrong. 

He'll  have  a  snap  at  all  that  pass  him  by, 

And  yet  pursues  his  game  most  eagerly.  90 

With  him  goes  Envy  coupled,  a  lean  cur, 

And  yet  she'll  hold  out,  hunt  we  ne'er  so  far : 

She  pineth  much,  and  feedeth  little  too, 

Yet  stands  and  snarleth  at  the  rest  that  do. 

Then  there's  Revenge,  a  wondrous  deep-mouthed 

dog, 

So  fleet  I'm  fain  to  hunt  him  with  a  clog, 
Yet  many  times  he'll  much  outstrip  his  bounds, 
And  hunts  not  closely  with  the  other  hounds  : 
He'll  venture  on  a  lion  in  his  ire  : 
Curst  Choler  was  his  dam,  and  Wrong  his  sire.  100 
Tliis  Choler  is  a  brach  that's  very  old, 
And  spends  her  mouth  too  much  to  have  it  hold  : 
She's  very  testy  ;  an  unpleasing  cur, 
That  bites  the  very  stones,  if  they  but  stir : 
Or  when  that  ought  but  her  displeasure  moves, 
She'll  bite  and  snap  at  any  one  she  loves. 
But  my  quick-scented'st  dog  is  Jealousy ; 
The  truest  of  this  breed's  in  Italy. 
The  dam  of  mine  would  hardly  fill  a  glove, 
It  was  a  lady's  little  dog,  called  Love  :  1 10 


26       THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING    [Eel.  2 

The  sire,  a  poor  deformed  cur,  named  Fear, 

As  shagged  and  as  rough  as  is  a  bear  : 

And  yet  the  whelp  turn'd  after  neither  kind, 

For  he  is  very  large,  and  near-hand  blind. 

Far  off,  he  seemeth  of  a  pretty  colour, 

But  doth  not  prove  so  when  you  view  him  fuller. 

A  vile  suspicious  beast,  whose  looks  are  bad, 

And  I  do  fear  in  time  he  will  grow  mad. 

To  him  I  couple  Avarice,  still  poor, 

Yet  she  devours  as  much  as  twenty  more  ;  120 

A  thousand  horse  she  in  her  paunch  can  put, 

Yet  whine  as  if  she  had  an  empty  gut  ; 

And  having  gorged  what  might  a  land  have  found, 

She'll  catch  for  more,  and  hide  it  in  the  ground. 

Ambition  is  a  hound  as  greedy  full, 

But  he  for  all  the  daintiest  bits  doth  cull ; 

He  scorns  to  lick  up  crumbs  beneath  the  table, 

He'll  fetch  't  from  boards  and  shelves,  if  he  be  able ; 

Nay,  he  can  climb,  if  need  be  ;  and  for  that 

With  him  I  hunt  the  marten  and  the  cat :  130 

And  yet  sometimes  in  mounting,  he's  so  quick 

He  fetches  falls  are  like  to  break  his  neck. 

Fear  is  well-mouthed,  but  subject  to  distrust ; 

A  stranger  cannot  make  him  take  a  crust : 

A  little  thing  will  soon  his  courage  quail, 

And  'twixt  his  legs  he  ever  claps  his  tail. 

With  him  Despair  now  often  coupled  goes, 

1.  115.     So  1622,  '33.   Earlier  eds.  '  At  the  first  sight,  he  hath 
a  pretty  colour.' 

1. 116.     'prove,'  1622, '33.     Earlier  eds.  'seem.' 

1.  117.     So  1622,  '33.     Earlier  eds.   'his  looks  are  bad. 

1.  137.     'Now1  WAS  omitted  in  1615  (a)  ed. 


Eel.  2]     THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING      27 

Which  by  his  roaring  mouth  each  huntsman  knows. 

None  hath  a  better  mind  unto  the  game  ; 

But  he  gives  off,  and  always  seemeth  lame.  140 

My  bloodhound  Cruelty,  as  swift  as  wind, 

Hunts  to  the  death,  and  never  comes  behind  ; 

Who,  but  she's  strapp'd  and  muzzled  too  withal, 

Would  eat  her  fellows  and  the  prey  and  all. 

And  yet  she  cares  not  much  for  any  food 

Unless  it  be  the  purest  harmless  blood. 

All  these  are  kept  abroad  at  charge  of  many  ; 
They  do  not  cost  me  in  a  year  a  penny. 
But  there's  two  couple  of  a  middling  size, 
That  seldom  pass  the  sight  of  my  own  eyes.  150 

Hope,  on  whose  head  I've  laid  my  life  to  pawn  ; 
Compassion,  that  on  every  one  will  fawn. 
This  would,  when  'twas  a  whelp,  with  rabbits  play 
Or  lambs,  and  let  them  go  unhurt  away : 
Nay,  now  she  is  of  growth,  she'll  now  and  then 
Catch  you  a  hare,  and  let  her  go  again. 
The  two  last,  Joy  and  Sorrow,  make  me  wonder, 
For  they  can  ne'er  agree,  nor  bide  asunder. 
Joy's  ever  wanton,  and  no  order  knows, 
She'll  run  at  larks,  or  stand  and  bark  at  crows.       160 
Sorrow  goes  by  her,  and  ne'er  moves  his  eye  : 
Yet  both  do  serve  to  help  make  up  the  cry  : 
Then  comes  behind  all  these  to  bear  the  base, 


1.  151.     So  1615  (b),  '22,  '33.     1615  (a),  1620,  '  I've  led    my 
life  to  pawn.' 
1.  157,  8.    So  1622,  '33.     1615  and  1620  read  : — 

' . .  .  'tis  a  wonder, 
Can  ne'er  agree,  nor  ne'er  bide  far  asunder.' 


28       THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING    [Eel.  2 

Two  couple  more  of  a  far  larger  race, 

Such   wide-mouth'd   trollops,    that   'twould    do  you 

good, 

To  hear  their  loud-loud  echoes  tear  the  wood  : 
There's  Vanity,  who  by  her  gaudy  hide 
May  far  away  from  all  the  rest  be  spied, 
Though  huge,  yet  quick,   for  she's  now  here,  now 

there ; 

Nay,  look  about  you,  and  she's  everywhere  :          170 
Yet  ever  with  the  rest,  and  still  in  chase, 
Right  so,  Inconstancy  fills  every  place  ; 
And  yet  so  strange  a  fickle-natured  hound, 
Look  for  her,  and  she's  nowhere  to  be  found. 
Weakness  is  no  fair  dog  unto  the  eye, 
And  yet  she  hath  her  proper  quality. 
But  there's  Presumption  ;  when  he  heat  hath  got, 
He  drowns  the  thunder,  and  the  cannon-shot : 
And  when  at  start  he  his  full  roaring  makes, 
The  earth  doth  tremble,  and  the  heaven  shakes  :   180 
These  were  my  dogs,  ten  couple  just  in  all, 
Whom  by  the  name  of  Satyrs  I  do  call : 
Mad  curs  they  be,  and  I  can  ne'er  come  nigh  them, 
But  I'm  in  danger  to  be  bitten  by  them. 
Much  pains  I  took,  and  spent  days  not  a  few, 
To  make  them  keep  together,  and  hunt  true  : 
Which  yet  I  do  suppose  had  never  bin, 
But  that  I  had  a  Scourge  to  keep  them  in. 

1.  164.     '  Far,'  omitted  in  1615  (a)  ed.,  first  in  1615  (b). 
1.  166.     Ed.  1615  (a)  reads  '  loud  land.' 
1.  167.     'Vanity'  is  masculine  throughout  in  ed.  1615  (a). 
1.  172,  5.     '  Inconstancy'  and  '  Weakness  '  are  also  both  mas 
culine  in  ed.  1615  (a). 


Eel.  2]      THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING      29 

Now  when  that  I  this  kennel  first  had  got, 

Out  of  mine  own  demesnes  I  hunted  not,  190 

Save  on  these  downs,  or  among  yonder  rocks, 

After  those  beasts  that  spoiled  our  parish  flocks  : 

Nor  during  that  time  was  I  ever  wont 

With  all  my  kennel  in  one  day  to  hunt : 

Nor  had  done  yet,  but  that  this  other  year, 

Some  beasts  of  prey  that  haunt  the  deserts  here 

Did  not  alone  for  many  nights  together 

Devour,  sometime  a  lamb,  sometime  a  wether, 

And  so  disquiet  many  a  poor  man's  herd, 

But  that  of  losing  all  they  were  afeared.  200 

Yea,  I  among  the  rest  did  fare  as  bad, 

Or  rather  worse  ;  for  the  best  ewes  I  had, 

Whose  breed  should  be  my  means  of  life  and  gain, 

Were  in  one  evening  by  these  monsters  slain  : 

Which  mischief  I  resolved  to  repay, 

Or  else  grow  desperate  and  hunt  all  away. 

For  in  a  fury  such  as  you  shall  see 

Huntsmen  in  missing  of  their  sport  will  be, 

I  vowed  a  monster  should  not  lurk  about 

In  all  this  province,  but  I'd  find  him  out ;  2IO 

And  thereupon,  without  respect  or  care 

How  lame,  how  full,  or  how  unfit  they  were, 

In  haste  unkennell'd  all  my  roaring  crew, 

Who  were  as  mad,  as  if  my  mind  they  knew  ; 

And  ere  they  trail'd  a  flight-shot,  the  fierce  curs, 


1.  196.     So  1622,  "33.     Earlier  eds.  'haunts.' 

1.  200.     So  1615,  '20.     Other  eds.  read  : — 
'  But  thereof  losing  all  were  much  afeard.'  (1622  and  Gutch.) 
'But  there  of  losing  all  they  were  afeard.'     (1633  and  Brydges.) 


30       THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING    [Eel.  2 

Had  roused  a  hart,  and  through  brakes,  briars,  and 

furze 

Follow'd  at  gaze  so  close,  that  Love  and  Fear 
Got  in  together,  and  had  surely  there 
Quite  overthrown  him,  but  that  Hope  thrust  in 
'Twixt  both,  and  saved  the  pinching  of  his  skin.     220 
Whereby  he  'scaped,  till  coursing  overthwart, 
Despair  came  in,  and  gripp'd  him  to  the  heart. 
I  halloed  in  the  res'due  to  the  fall, 
And  for  an  entrance  there  I  flesh'd  them  all : 
Which  having  done,  I  dipp'd  my  staff  in  blood, 
And  onward  led  my  thunder  to  the  wood  ; 
Where  what  they  did,  I'll  tell  you  out  anon  ; 
My  keeper  calls  me,  and  I  must  be  gone. 
Go,  if  you  please,  awhile  attend  your  flocks, 
And  when  the  sun  is  over  yonder  rocks,  230 

Come  to  this  cave  again,  where  I  will  be, 
If  that  my  guardian  so  much  favour  me. 
Yet,  if  you  please,  let  us  three  sing  a  strain, 
Before  you  turn  your  sheep  into  the  plain. 

Willy. 
I  am  content. 

Cuddy. 
As  well  content  am  I. 

1.  216.  So  1622,  '33.  1615  (a),  "20,  '  Had  roused  a  hart,  and 
through  brakes  and  furze,' where  'through'  is  dissyllabic.  It  is 
spelled  so  in  1615  (b). 

1.  218.     'and'  1622,  '33.     Eds.  1615,  '20  read  'so.' 
1.  233,  4.     So  eds.  1620,  '22,  "33.     Ed.  1615  (a)  reads  : — 
'  But  ere  we  part,  let  each  one  sing  a  strain, 
And  then  go  turn  your  sheep  in.o  the  plain.' 


Eel.  2]     THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING      31 

Philarete. 
Then  Will  begin,  and  we'll  the  rest  supply. 

SONG. 

Willy. 

SHEPHERD,  would  these  gates  were  ope ; 
Thou  might'st  take  with  us  thy  fortune. 

Philarete. 

No,  I'll  make  this  narrow  scope, 
Since  my  fate  doth  so  importune,  240 

Means  unto  a  wider  hope. 

C^lddy. 

Would  thy  shepherdess  were  here, 
Who  beloved  loves  thee  so  dearly. 

Philarete. 

Not  for  both  your  flocks,  I  swear, 
And  the  gain  they  yield  you  yearly, 
Would  I  so  much  wrong  my  dear 

Yet  to  me,  nor  to  this  place, 
Would  she  now  be  long  a  stranger  . 
She  would  hold  it  no  disgrace, 
If  she  fear'd  not  more  my  danger,  250 

Where  I  am  to  show  her  face. 

1.  238.     Ed.  1622  reads  '  fortunes.' 

1.  243.     So  1615.     Ed.  1620  makes  a  question  of  this  line  ;  eds. 
1622,  1633,  omit  '  thee.' 
1.  249.     Ed.  1622  reads  '  in  disgrace.' 


32       THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING    [Eel.  2 

Willy. 

Shepherd,  we  would  wish  no  harms, 
But  something  that  might  content  thee. 

Philarete. 

Wish  me  then  within  her  arms, 
And  that  wish  will  ne'er  repent  me, 
If  your  wishes  might  prove  charms. 

Willy. 

Be  thy  prison  her  embrace, 
Be  thy  air  her  sweetest  breathing. 

Cuddy. 

Be  thy  prospect  her  sweet  face, 
For  each  look  a  kiss  bequeathing,  260 

And  appoint  thyself  the  place. 

Philarete. 

Nay  pray,  hold  there,  for  I  should  scantly  then 
Come  meet  you  here  this  afternoon  again  ; 
But  fare  you  well,  since  wishes  have  no  power, 
Let  us  depart  and  keep  the  pointed  hour. 

1.  265.    So  1615  '20,  and  '22.     Ed.  1633  reads  '  th' appointed,' 
which  was  printed  by  Gutch  and  Brydges. 


THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING          33 


THE  THIRD  ECLOGUE. 


THE  ARGUMENT. 

Philaret  with  his  three  friends  ; 
Here  his  htmting  story  ends. 
Kind  Alexis  with  much  ruth 
Wails  the  banish 'd  shepherd's  youth  . 
But  he  slighteth  fortune' 's  stings, 
And  in  spite  of  thraldom  sings. 

PHILARETE.    CUDDY.    ALEXIS.    WILLY. 

Philarete. 

So,  now  I  see  y'  are  shepherds  of  your  word, 
Thus  were  you  wont  to  promise,  and  to  do. 

Cuddy. 

More  than  our  promise  is,  we  can  afford  ; 
We  come  ourselves,  and  bring  another  too, 
Alexis,  whom  thou  know'st  well  is  no  foe, 

Who  loves  thee  much  ;  and  I  do  know  that  he 
Would  fain  a  hearer  of  thy  hunting  be. 

Philarete. 

Alexis,  you  are  welcome,  for  you  know 
You  cannot  be  but  welcome  where  I  am  ; 

Argument.     1.  i.     So  1622.  '33.     Earlier  eds.  read  'Rogetsel 

with  his  three  friends.' 
VOL.  I.  3 


34       THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING    [Eel.  3 

You  ever  were  a  friend  of  mine  in  show,  IO 

And  I  have  found  you  are  indeed  the  same  : 
Upon  my  first  restraint  you  hither  came, 
And  proffered  me  more  tokens  of  your  love, 
Than  it  were  fit  my  small  deserts  should  prove. 

Alexis. 

'Tis  still  your  use  to  underprize  your  merit ; 
Be  not  so  coy  to  take  my  proffered  love, 
'Twill  neither  unbeseem  your  worth  nor  spirit. 
To  offer  court' sy  doth  thy  friend  behove  : 
And  which  are  so,  this  is  a  place  to  prove. 

Then  once  again  I  say,  if  cause  there  be,  2C 

First  make  a  trial,  if  thou  please,  of  me. 

Philarete. 

Thanks,  good  Alexis  ;  sit  down  by  me  here, 
I  have  a  task,  these  shepherds  know,  to  do  ; 
A  tale  already  told  this  morn  well  near, 
With  which  I  very  fain  would  forward  go, 
And  am  as  willing  thou  should'st  hear  it  too : 
But  thou  canst  never  understand  this  last, 
Till  I  have  also  told  thee  what  is  past. 

Willy. 

It  shall  not  need,  for  I  so  much  presumed, 
I  on  your  mutual  friendships  might  be  bold,  30 

That  I  a  freedom  to  myself  assumed 

1.  29-31.     So  1622,  '33.     Earlier  eds.  read  : — 

'  Roget,  it  shall  not  need,  for  I  presumed, 
Your  loves  to  each  were  firm,  and  was  so  bold, 
That  so  much  on  myself  I  have  assumed  .  .  .' 


Eel.  3]     THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING      35 

To  make  him  know  what  is  already  told. 

If  I  have  done  amiss,  then  you  may  scold. 
But  in  my  telling  I  prevised  this, 
He  knew  not  whose,  nor  to  what  end  it  is. 

Philarett. 

Well,  now  he  may,  for  here  my  tale  goes  on  : 
My  eager  dogs  and  I  to  wood  are  gone, 
Where,  beating  through  the  coverts,  every  hound 
A  several  game  had  in  a  moment  found : 
I  rated  them,  but  they  pursued  their  prey,  40 

And  as  it  fell  (by  hap)  took  all  one  way. 
Then  I  began  with  quicker  speed  to  follow, 
And  teased  them  on^with  a  more  cheerful  hollo, 
That  soon  we  passed  many  weary  miles, 
Tracing  the  subtle  game  through  all  their  wiles. 
These  doubled,  those  redoubled  on  the  scent, 
Still  keeping  in  full  chase  where'er  they  went, 
Up  hills,  down  cliffs,  through  bogs,  and  over  plains, 
Stretching  their  music  to  the  highest  strains. 
That  when  some  thicket  hid  them  from  mine  eye,    50 
My  ear  was  ravish'd  with  their  melody. 
Nor  cross' d  we  only  ditches,  hedges,  furrows, 
But  hamlets,  tithings,  parishes,  and  boroughs : 
They  followed  wheresoe'er  the  game  did  go, 
Through  kitchen,  parlour,  hall,  and  chamber  too. 
And,  as  they  pass'd  the  city,  and  the  court, 
My  prince  look'd  out,  and  deigned  to  view  my  sport ; 

L  38.     Eds.  1620,  '22  carelessly  print  '  converts.' 

1.  45.     '  their  wiles,'  1622,  '33.     '  these  wiles,'  1615,  '20. 

1.  46.    So  1622,  '33.     Earlier  eds.  '  they  redoubled.' 


36       THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING    [Eel.  3 

Which  then,  although  I  suffer  for  it  now, 

If  some  say  true  he  liking  did  allow ; 

And  so  much,  had  I  had  but  wit  to  stay,  60 

I  might  myself  perhaps  have  heard  him  say. 

But  I,  that  time,  as  much  as  any  daring, 

More  for  my  pleasure  than  my  safety  caring  ; 

Seeing  fresh  game  from  every  covert  rise, 

Crossing  by  thousands  still  before  their  eyes, 

After  I  rush'd,  and  following  close  my  hounds, 

Some  beasts  I  found  lie  dead,  some  full  of  wounds, 

Among  the  willows,  scarce  with  strength  to  move  : 

One  I  found  here,  another  there,  whom  Love 

Had  gripp'd  to  death  :  and,  in  the  self-same  state,  70 

Lay  one  devoured  by  Envy,  one  by  Hate  ; 

Lust  had  bit  some,  but  I  soon  passed  beside  them, 

Their  fester'd  wounds  so  stunk,  none  could  abide 

them. 

Choler  hurt  divers,  but  Revenge  kill'd  more  : 
Fear  frightened  all,  behind  him  and  before. 
Despair  drave  on  a  huge  and  mighty  heap, 
Forcing  some  down  from  rocks  and  hills  to  leap, 
Some  into  water,  some  into  the  fire  ; 
So  on  themselves  he  made  them  wreak  his  ire. 
But  I  remember,  as  I  pass'd  that  way,  80 

Where  the  great  king  and  prince  of  shepherds  lay, 
About  the  walls  were  hid  some,  once  more  known, 
That  my  fell  cur  Ambition  had  o'erthrown  : 

1.64.     'covert,' 1622, '33.     Eds.  1615, '20  read  'loop-hole.' 
1.  66.     So  1615,  '20.    Eds.  1622,  '33  read  '  Rush'd  in,  and  then 
following  close  my  hounds.' 


1.  73.     'them'  omitted  in  eds.  1615  (a),  '20. 
1.76.     Early  eds.   'drove.' 


Eel.  3]     THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING       37 

Many  I  heard,  pursued  by  Pity,  cry  ; 
And  oft  I  saw  my  blood-hound,  Cruelty, 
Eating  her  passage  even  to  the  heart, 
Whither  once  gotten,  she  is  loth  to  part. 
All  plied  it  well,  and  made  so  loud  a  cry, 
'Twas  heard  beyond  the  shores  of  Britany. 
Some  rated  them,    some   storm'd,   some    liked  the 
game,  90 

Some  thought  me  worthy  praise,  some  worthy  blame. 
But  I,  not  fearing  th'  one,  mis-'steeming  t'  other, 
Both  in  shrill  hallooes  and  loud  yearnings  smother. 
Yea,  the  strong  mettled  and  my  long-breath' d  crew, 
Seeing  the  game  increasing  in  their  view, 
Grew  the  more  frolic,  and  the  course's  length 
Gave  better  breath,  and  added  to  their  strength. 
Which  Jove  perceiving,  for  Jove  heard  their  cries 
Rumbling  amongst  the  spheres'  concavities, 
He  mark'd  their  course,  and  courage's  increase,     IOO 
Saying,  'twere  pity  such  a  chase  should  cease. 
And  therewith  swore  their  mouths  should  never  waste, 
But  hunt  as  long  's  mortality  did  last. 
Soon  did  they  feel  the  power  of  his  great  gift, 
And  I  began  to  find  their  pace  more  swift : 
I  follow'd,  and  I  rated,  but  in  vain 
Strived  to  o'ertake,  or  take  them  up  again. 
They  never  stayed  since,  nor  nights  nor  days, 

1.  88,  9.     So  1622,  '33.     Eds.  1615,  '20,  read : — 
' ...  so  loud  a  plea 

'Twas  heard  through  Britain,  and  beyond  the  sea.' 
1.  108.     So  1622,  '33.     Ed.   1615  reads    'They  never  stay'd 
since,  neither  nights  nor  days.'     Ed.  1620  the  same,  with  'or' 
for  '  nor.' 


38       THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING    [Eel.  3 

But  to  and  fro  still  run  a  thousand  ways  : 

Yea,  often  to  this  place  where  now  I  lie,  no 

They'll  wheel  about  to  cheer  me  with  their  cry ; 

And  one  day  in  good  time  will  vengeance  take 

On  some  offenders,  for  their  master's  sake  : 

For  know,  my  friends,  my  freedom  in  this  sort 

For  them  I  lose,  and  making  myself  sport. 

Willy. 
Why,  was  there  any  harm  at  all  in  this  ? 

Philarete. 
No,  Willy,  and  I  hope  yet  none  there  is. 

Willy. 
How  comes  it  then? 

Philarete. 

Note,  and  I'll  tell  thee  how. 
Thou  know'st  that  truth  and  innocency  now, 
If  placed  with  meanness,  suffers  more  despite         120 
Than  villainies  accompanied  with  might. 
But  thus  it  fell,  while  that  my  hounds  pursued 
Their  noisome  prey,  and  every  field  lay  strew'd 
With  monsters,  hurt  and  slain, — upon  a  beast 
More  subtle  and  more  noisome  than  the  rest, 

1.  116.     So  1622,  '33.    Early  eds.  'Why,  Roget,  was  there 
any  harm  in  this  ? ' 

1.  118.     So  1622,  '33.    Early  eds.  '  How  comes  this  then  ? ' 
1.  123.     1622,  'laid  strewed.' 
1.  124-6.    So  1622,  '33.  Early  eds.  read  : — 

'.  .  .  'mongst  many  a  beast, 
Some  viler  and  more  subtle  than  the  rest, 
On  whom  the  bitch  called  Envy  hapt  to  light.' 


Eel.  3]     THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING      39 

My  lean-flank'd  bitch,  call'd  Envy,  hapt  to  light ; 

And,  as  her  wont  is,  did  so  surely  bite 

That,  though  she  left  behind  small  outward  smart, 

The  wounds  were  deep,  and  rankled  to  the  heart. 

This,  joining  to  some  other,  that  of  late  130 

Were  very  eagerly  pursued  by  Hate, 

To  fit  their  purpose  having  taken  leisure, 

Did  thus  conspire  to  work  me  a  displeasure. 

For  imitation  far  surpassing  apes, 

They  laid  aside  their  fox  and  wolfish  shapes, 

And  shrouded  in  the  skins  of  harmless  sheep 

Into  by-ways  and  open  paths  did  creep ; 

Where  they,  as  hardly  drawing  breath,  did  lie, 

Showing  their  wounds  to  every  passer  by, 

To  make  them  think  that  they  were  sheep  so  foil'd,  140 

And  by  my  dogs,  in  their  late  hunting,  spoil'd. 

Beside,  some  other  that  envied  my  game, 

And,  for  their  pastime,  kept  such  monsters  tame — 

As,  you  do  know,  there's  many  for  their  pleasure 

Keep  foxes,  bears,  and  wolves,  as  some  great  treasure 

Yea,  many  get  their  living  by  them  too, 

And  so  did  store  of  these,  I  speak  of,  do — 

Who,  seeing  that  my  kennel  had  affrighted, 

Or  hurt  some  vermin  wherein  they  delighted, 

And  finding  their  own  power  by  much  too  weak    150 

Their  malice  on  my  innocence  to  wreak, 

Swoll'n  with  the  deepest  rancour  of  despite 

Some  of  our  greatest  shepherds'  folds  by  night 

They  closely  entered  ;  and  there  having  stain'd 

1.  128,  9.     '  smarts,'  '  their  hearts,'  1613,  '20. 


40       THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING    [Eel.  3 

Their  hands  in  villainy,  of  me  they  plain'd 

Affirming,  without  shame  or  honesty, 

I  and  my  dogs  had  done  it  purposely. 

Whereat  they  storm'd,  and  call'd  me  to  a  trial, 

Where  innocence  prevails  not,  nor  denial : 

But  for  that  cause  here  in  this  place  I  lie,  160 

Where  none  so  merry  as  my  dogs  and  I. 

Cuddy. 

Believe  it,  here's  a  tale  will  suiten  well, 
For  shepherds  in  another  age  to  tell. 

Willy. 

And  thou  shalt  be  remember'd  with  delight 

By  this  hereafter,  many  a  winter's  night ; 

For  of  this  sport  another  age  will  ring  ; 

Yea,  nymphs  that  are  unborn  thereof  shall  sing, 
And  not  a  beauty  on  our  greens  shall  play 
That  hath  not  heard  of  this  thy  hunting  day. 

Philarete. 

It  may  be  so,  for  if  that  gentle  swain  1 70 

Who  woos  by  Tavy  on  the  western  plain, 
Would  make  the  song,  such  life  his  verse  can  give, 
Then  I  do  know  my  name  might  ever  live. 

Alexis. 

But  tell  me,  are  our  plains  and  nymphs  forgot, 
And  canst  thou  frolic  in  thy  trouble  be  ? 

1.  164.  So  1622,  '33.  Early  eds.  '  And  Roget  shall  be  thought 
on  with  delight,  For  this  .  .  .' 

1.  167.  So  1622,  '33.  Early  eds.  '  Yea,  nymphs  unborn  now 
of  the  same  shall  sing,  When  not  a  beauty  .  .  .' 

1.  169.     this  '  thy,'  1622,  '33.     Early  eds.  '  Roget' s". 


Eel.  3]     THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING      41 

Philarete, 

Can  I,  Alexis,  say'st  thou  ?    Can  I  not, 
That  am  resolved  to  scorn  more  misery  ? 

Alexis. 

Oh,  but  thy  youth's  yet  green,  and  young  blood  hot, 
And  liberty  must  needs  be  sweet  to  thee, 

But  now  most  sweet,  whilst  every  bushy  vale      180 
And  grove  and  hill  rings  of  the  nightingale. 

Methinks,  when  thou  rememberest  those  sweet  lays 
Which  thou  would'st  lead  thy  shepherdess  to  hear 
Each  evening-tide  among  the  leafy  sprays, 
The  thought  of  that  should  make  thy  freedom  dear  ; 
For  now,  whilst  every  nymph  on  holidays 
Sports  with  some  jolly  lad,  and  maketh  cheer, 
Thine  sighs  for  thee,  and  mew'd  up  from  resort. 
Will  neither  play  herself,  nor  see  their  sport. 

Those  shepherds  that  were  many  a  morning  wont   190 
Unto  their  boys  to  leave  the  tender  herd, 
And  bear  thee  company  when  thou  didst  hunt — 
Methinks  the  sport  thou  hast  so  gladly  shared 
Among  those  swains  should  make  thee  think  upon  't, 
For  't  seems  all  vain  now,  that  was  once  endear'd. 

1.  178.  So  1615,  '20.  Eds.  1622,  '33  read  'Oh,  but  that 

youth's  ..." 

1.  184.     '  Each  evening  forth,'  1615,  '20. 

1   190.     So  1622,  '33.     'There's  shepherds  that. .  .'  1615,  '20. 
!•  J93~S'     So  1622,  '33.     Early  eds : — 

'  Cannot  their  songs  thou  hast  so  gladly  heard 
Nor  thy  missed  pleasure  make  thee  think  upon  't, 
But  seems  all  vain  ..." 


42       THE  SHEPHERD? S  HUNTING    [Eel.  3 

It  cannot  be,  since  I  could  make  relation 

How  for  less  cause  thou  hast  been  deep  in  passion. 

Philarete. 

'Tis  true  :  my  tender  heart  was  ever  yet 

Too  capable  of  such  conceits  as  these  ; 

I  never  saw  that  object,  but  from  it  200 

The  passions  of  my  love  I  could  increase. 

Those  things  which  move  not  other  men  a  whit, 

I  can  and  do  make  use  of,  if  I  please : 
When  I  am  sad,  to  sadness  I  apply 
Each  bird,  and  tree,  and  flower  that  I  pass  by. 

So,  when  I  will  be  merry,  I  as  well 
Something  for  mirth  from  everything  can  draw, 
From  misery,  from  prisons,  nay,  from  hell : 
And  as,  when  to  my  mind  grief  gives  a  flaw, 
Best  comforts  do  but  make  my  woes  more  fell,       210 
So  when  I'm  bent  to  mirth,  from  mischiefs  paw, 
Though  seized  upon  me,  I  would  something  cull, 
That  spite  of  care  should  make  my  joys  more  full. 

I  feel  those  wants,  Alexis,  thou  dost  name, 
Which  spite  of  youth's  affections  I  sustain  ; 
Or  else,  for  what  is 't  I  have  gotten  fame, 
And  am  more  known  than  many  an  elder  swain, 
If  such  desires  I  had  not  learn'd  to  tame, 
Since  many  pipe  much  better  on  this  plain  ? 

But  tune  your  reeds,  and  I  will  in  a  song  220 

Express  my  care,  and  how  I  take  this  wrong. 


Eel.  3]     THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING      43 

SONNET. 

I  THAT  erstwhile  the  world's  sweet  air  did  draw 
Graced  by  the  fairest  ever  mortal  saw, 
Now  closely  pent  with  walls  of  ruthless  stone, 
Consume  my  days  and  nights  and  all  alone.   * 

When  I  was  wont  to  sing  of  shepherds'  loves, 

My  walks  were  fields,   and  downs,  and  hills,  and 

groves : 

But  now,  alas  !  so  strict  is  my  hard  doom, 
Fields,  downs,  hills,  groves,  and  all's  but  one  poor 

room. 

Each  morn,  as  soon  as  daylight  did  appear,  230 

With  nature's  music  birds  would  charm  mine  ear  ; 
Which  now,  instead  of  their  melodious  strains, 
Hear  rattling  shackles,  gyves,  and  bolts,  and  chains. 

But  though  that  all  the  world's  delight  forsake  me, 
I  have  a  Muse,  and  she  shall  music  make  me ; 
Whose  airy  notes,  in  spite  of  closest  cages, 
Shall  give  content  to  me,  and  after  ages. 

Nor  do  I  pass  for  all  this  outward  ill, 

My  heart's  the  same,  and  undejected  still ; 

And,  which  is  more  than  some  in  freedom  win,      240 

I  have  true  rest,  and  peace,  and  joy  within. 

And  then  my  mind,  that  spite  of  prison's  free, 
Whene'er  she  pleases  anywhere  can  be  ; 
She's  in  an  hour  in  France,  Rome,  Turkey,  Spain, 
In  earth,  in  hell,  in  heaven,  and  here  again. 


44       THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING    [Eel.  3 

Yet  there's  another  comfort  in  my  woe  ; 
My  cause  is  spread,  and  all  the  world  may  know 
My  fault's  no  more  but  speaking  truth  and  reason  ; 
Nor  debt,  nor  theft,  nor  murder,  rape,  or  treason. 

Nor  shay  my  foes,  with  all  their  might  and  power,  250 
Wipe  out  their  shame,  nor  yet  this  fame  of  our  : 
Which  when  they  find,  they  shall  my  fate  envy, 
Till  they  grow  lean,  and  sick,  and  mad,  and  die. 

Then  though  my  body  here  in  prison  rot, 
And  my  wrong'd  satires  seem  awhile  forgot : 
Yet  when  both  fame  and  life  hath  left  those  men, 
My  verse  and  I'll  revive,  and  live  again. 

So  thus  enclosed  I  bear  affliction's  load, 
But  with  more  true  content  than  some  abroad  ; 
For   whilst    their    thoughts     do    feel   my  scourge's 
sting,  260 

In  bands  I'll  leap,  and  dance,  and  laugh,  and  sing. 

Alexis. 

Why  now  I  see  thou  droop'st  not  with  thy  care, 
Neither  exclaim'st  thou  on  thy  hunting  day, 
But  dost  with  unchanged  resolution  bear 
The  heavy  burthen  of  exile  away. 
All  that  did  truly  know  thee,  did  conceive 
Thy  actions  with  thy  spirit  still  agreed ; 
Their  good  conceit  thou  dost  no  whit  bereave, 
But  shew'st  that  thou  art  still  thyself  indeed. 

1.  247.     So  1622,  '33.     '  doth  know,'  1615,  '20. 

1.  249.     So  1615.     Other  eds.   '  No  debt . .  .' 

1.  255.     So  1622,  '33.     Early  eds.  '  my  poor  satires.' 


Eel.  3]     THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING      45 

If  that  thy  mind  to  baseness  now  descends,         270 
Thou'lt  injure  virtue,  and  deceive  thy  friends. 

Willy. 

Alexis,  he  will  injure  virtue  much, 
But  more  his  friends,  and  most  of  all  himself ; 
If  on  that  common  bar  his  mind  but  touch, 
It  wracks  his  fame  upon  disgrace's  shelf. 
Whereas  if  thou  steer  on  that  happy  course, 
Which  in  thy  just  adventure  is  begun, 
No  thwarting  tide  nor  adverse  blast  shall  force 
Thy  bark  without  the  channel's  bounds  to  run. 
Thou  art  the  same  thou  wert,  for  ought  I  see,         280 
When  thou  didst  freely  on  the  mountains  hunt ; 
In  nothing  changed  yet,  unless  it  be 
More  merrily  disposed  than  thou  wert  wont. 
Still  keep  thee  thus,  so  other  men  shall  know, 
Virtue  can  give  content  in  midst  of  woe  ; 
And  see,  though  mightiness  with  frowns  doth  threat, 
That,  to  be  innocent,  is  to  be  great. 
Thrive  and  farewell. 

Alexis. 

In  this  thy  trouble  flourish. 
Cuddy. 
While  those  that  wish  thee  ill,  fret,  pine,  and  perish. 

1.  276.  So  1622,  "33.  Early  eds.  read  'Yet,  Roget,  if  thou 
steer  but  on  the  course,  That  .  . .' 

1.  284.     '  Men '  omitted  in  eds.  1622,  '33. 

1.286.  So  1615  (b).  'And  he...'  1615  (a),  '20.  'And 

she  . .  .'  1622,  '33. 

1.  287.     801622,  '33.     Early  eds.  '  To  be  yet  innocent     .  .' 

1.  289.     Ed.  1633  attributes  this  line  to  '  Willy.' 


46          THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING 


THE   FOURTH   ECLOGUE. 

To  his  truely  beloved  loving 

Friend,  Mr.  WILLIAM  BROWNE 

of  the  Inner  Temple. 

THE  ARGUMENT. 

Philaret  on  Willy  calls, 

To  sing  out  his  pastorals, 

Warrants  fame  shall  grace  his  rhymes 

Spite  of  envy  and  the  times  ; 

And  shows  how  in  care  he  uses 

To  take  comfort  from  his  Muses. 

PHILARETE.    WILLY. 

Philarete. 

PRITHEE,  Willy,  tell  me  this, 
What  new  accident  there  is, 
That  thou,  once  the  blithest  lad, 
Art  become  so  wondrous  sad, 
And  so  careless  of  thy  quill, 
As  if  thou  had'st  lost  thy  skill  ? 
Thou  wert  wont  to  charm  thy  flocks, 
And  among  the  massy  rocks 

Argument.  1-  i.      So  1622,    "33.     Early  eds.    '  Roget  here  on 

Willy  calls.' 
1.  8.     So  1622,  '33.     Early  eds.  'these  rudest  rocks.' 


Eel.  4]     THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING      47 

Hast  so  cheer'd  me  with  thy  song, 

That  I  have  forgot  my  wrong.  10 

Something  hath  thee  surely  crost, 

That  thy  old  wont  thou  hast  lost. 

Tell  me,  have  I  ought  mis-said 

That  hath  made  thee  ill-a-paid  ? 

Hath  some  churl  done  thee  a  spite  ? 

Dost  thou  miss  a  lamb  to-night  ? 

Frowns  thy  fairest  shepherd's  lass? 

Or  how  comes  this  ill  to  pass  ? 

Is  there  any  discontent 

Worse  than  this  my  banishment  ?  20 

Willy. 

Why,  doth  that  so  evil  seem 
That  thou  nothing  worse  dost  deem  ? 
Shepherd,  there  full  many  be, 
That  will  change  contents  with  thee. 
Those  that  choose  their  walks  at  will, 
On  the  valley  or  the  hill, 
Or  those  pleasures  boast  of  can, 
Groves  or  fields  may  yield  to  man, 
Never  come  to  know  the  rest, 
Wherewithal  thy  mind  is  blest.  30 

Many  a  one  that  oft  resorts 
To  make  up  the  troop  at  sports, 
And  in  company  some  while, 
Happens  to  strain  forth  a  smile, 

1.  22.     So  S.  P.,  1615,  '20.     Later  eds.   'nothing  worst.' 
1.  23.     So  S.  P.,  1615,  '20.    Later  eds.  •  Shepherds  there  full 
many  be.' 


48       THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING    [Eel.  4 

Feels  more  want,  more  outward  smart, 

And  more  inward  grief  of  heart, 

Than  this  place  can  bring  to  thee, 

While  thy  mind  remaineth  free. 

Thou  bewail'st  my  want  of  mirth, 

But  what  find'st  thou  in  this  earth,  40 

Wherein  ought  may  be  believed 

Worth  to  make  me  joy'd  or  grieved  ? 

And  yet  feel  I,  natheless, 

Part  of  both,  I  must  confess. 

Sometime  I  of  mirth  do  borrow, 

Other  while  as  much  of  sorrow  ; 

But  my  present  state  is  such, 

As  nor  joy  nor  grieve  I  much. 


Philarete. 

Why  hath  Willy  then  so  long 

Thus  forborne  his  wonted  song  ?  50 

Wherefore  doth  he  now  let  fall 

His  well-tuned  pastoral, 

And  my  ears  that  music  bar, 

Which  I  more  long  after  far 

Than  the  liberty  I  want  ? 


1.  35.  So  S.  P.,  1615.  Other  eds.  '  more  want,  and  outward 
smart.' 

1.  39.  So  1622,  "33.  S.  P.  and  1615  give  '  condemn'st ' ;  1620, 
'contemn'st.' 

1.  48.  So  1622,  '33.  1615  (a)  gives  '  I'm  nor  joy'd,  nor  grieved 
much."  1615  (b),  '20  read  '  I  am  not  joy'd,  nor  grieved  much.' 

1.  53.  'eares,'  S.  P.,  1622,  '33.  Misprinted  'cares'  in  1615 
and  '20  editions. 


Eel.  4]     THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING      49 

Willy. 

That  were  very  much  to  grant. 
But  doth  this  hold  alway,  lad, 
Those  that  sing  not  must  be  sad  ? 
Did'st  thou  ever  that  bird  hear 
Sing  well,  that  sings  all  the  year  ?  60 

Tom  the  Piper  doth  not  play 
Till  he  wears  his  pipe  away  : 
There's  a  time  to  slack  the  string, 
And  a  time  to  leave  to  sing. 

Philarete. 

Yea,  but  no  man  now  is  still, 
That  can  sing  or  tune  a  quill. 
Now  to  chant  it  were  but  reason  ; 
Song  and  music  are  in  season. 
Now  in  this  sweet  jolly  tide, 
Is  the  earth  in  all  her  pride  :  70 

The  fair  Lady  of  the  May, 
Trimm'd  up  in  her  best  array, 
Hath  invited  all  the  swains 
With  the  lasses  of  the  plains, 
To  attend  upon  her  sport 
At  the  places  of  resort. 
Corydon  with  his  bold  rout 
Hath  already  been  about 
For  the  elder  shepherds'  dole, 
And  fetch'd  in  the  summer-pole  :  80 

Whilst  the  rest  have  built  a  bower, 
VOL.  I.  4 


50       THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING    [Eel.  4 

To  defend  them  from  a  shower, 
Ciel'd  so  close,  with  boughs  all  green, 
Titan  cannot  pry  between. 
Now  the  dairy-wenches  dream 
Of  their  strawberries  and  cream, 
And  each  doth  herself  advance 
To  be  taken  in  to  dance  ; 
Every  one  that  knows  to  sing, 
Fits  him  for  his  carolling  ;  90 

So  do  those  that  hope  for  meed, 
Either  by  the  pipe  or  reed  : 
And  though  I  am  kept  away, 
I  do  hear  this  very  day 
1    Many  learned  grooms  do  wend 
For  the  garlands  to  contend, 
Which  a  nymph  that  hight  Desart, 
Long  a  stranger  in  this  part, 
With  her  own  fair  hand  hath  wrought 
A  rare  work,  they  say,  past  thought,        100 
As  appeareth  by  the  name, 
For  she  calls  them  wreaths  of  fame. 
She  hath  set  in  their  due  place 
Every  flower  that  may  grace  ; 
And  among  a  thousand  mo, 
Whereof  some  but  serve  for  show, 
She  hath  wove  in  Daphne's  tree, 
That  they  may  not  blasted  be. 
Which  with  thyme  she  edged  about, 
Lest  the  work  should  ravel  out.  1 10 

And  that  it  might  wither  never, 


Eel.  4]     THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING      51 

Intermix'd  it  with  live-ever. 

These  are  to  be  shared  among, 

Those  that  do  excel  for  song, 

Or  their  passions  can  rehearse 

In  the  smooth'st  and  sweetest  verse. 

Then  for  those  among  the  rest 

That  can  play  and  pipe  the  best, 

There's  a  kidling  with  the  dam, 

A  fat  wether,  and  a  lamb.  120 

And  for  those  that  leapen  far, 

Wrestle,  run,  and  throw  the  bar, 

There's  appointed  guerdons  too : 

He  that  best  the  first  can  do, 

Shall,  for  his  reward,  be  paid 

With  a  sheep-hook,  fair  inlaid 

With  fine  bone,  of  a  strange  beast 

That  men  bring  from  out  the  West : 

For  the  next,  a  scrip  of  red, 

Tassell'd  with  fine  coloured  thread :         130 

There's  prepared  for  their  meed 

That  in  running  make  most  speed, 

Or  the  cunning  measures  foot, 

Cups  of  turned  maple-root, 

Whereupon  the  skilful  man 

Hath  engraved  the  loves  of  Pan  : 

And  the  last  hath  for  his  due, 

A  fine  napkin  wrought  with  blue. 

1.  112.  So  S.  P.  and  1615.  In  the  1620  ed.  this  became 
'  lintermixt  .  .  .'  (sic),  which  1622  copied,  separating  the  two 
words,  and  1633  changed  to  '  I  intermix  it .  .  .' 

1.  128.     So  S.  P.  and  1615.     Later  eds.  '  out  of  the  West.' 
1.  131.     So  1615  (b),  '22,  '33.    1615  (a),  '20,  'for  their  need.' 


52       THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING    [Eel.  4 

Then,  my  Willy,  why  art  thou 

Careless  of  thy  merit  now  ?  140 

What  dost  thou  here  with  a  wight 

That  is  shut  up  from  delight 

In  a  solitary  den, 

As  not  fit  to  live  with  men  ? 

Go,  my  Willy,  get  thee  gone, 

Leave  me  in  exile  alone  ; 

Hie  thee  to  that  merry  throng, 

And  amaze  them  with  thy  song. 

Thou  art  young,  yet  such  a  lay 

Never  graced  the  month  of  May,  150 

As,  if  they  provoke  thy  skill, 

Thou  canst  fit  unto  thy  quill ; 

I  with  wonder  heard  thee  sing, 

At  our  last  year's  revelling. 

Then  I  with  the  rest  was  free, 

When  unknown  I  noted  thee, 

And  perceived  the  ruder  swains 

Envy  thy  far  sweeter  strains. 

Yea,  I  saw  the  lasses  cling 

Round  about  thee  in  a  ring,  160 

As  if  each  one  jealous  were 

Any  but  herself  should  hear. 

And  I  know  they  yet  do  long 

For  the  res'due  of  thy  song. 

Haste  thee  then  to  sing  it  forth ; 

Take  the  benefit  of  worth, 

And  Desert  will  sure  bequeathe 

I.  141.     '  thou '  omitted  in  1615  (a),  '20  eds. 


Eel.  4]     THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING      53 

Fame's  fair  garland  for  thy  wreath  ; 
Hie  thee,  Willy,  hie  away. 

Willy. 

Phila,  rather  let  me  stay,  170 

And  be  desolate  with  thee, 
Than  at  those  their  revels  be  ; 
Nought  such  is  my  skill,  I  wis, 
As  indeed  thou  deem'st  it  is. 
But  whate'er  it  be,  I  must 
Be  content,  and  shall,  I  trust. 
For  a  song  I  do  not  pass 
'Mong'st  my  friends,  but  what,  alas ! 
Should  I  have  to  do  with  them 
That  my  music  do  contemn  ?  180 

Some  there  are,  as  well  I  wot, 
That  the  same  yet  favour  not ; 
Yet  I  cannot  well  avow 
They  my  carols  disallow ; 
But  such  malice  I  have  spied, 
'Tis  as  much  as  if  they  did. 

Philarete. 

Willy,  what  may  those  men  be 
Are  so  ill  to  malice  thee? 

Willy. 

Some  are  worthy,  well-esteem'd, 
Some  without  worth  are  so  deem'd.          190 

L  170.    Early  eds.  '  Roget,  rather  let  me  stay.' 


54       THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING    [Eel.  4 

Others  of  so  base  a  spirit, 

They  have  nor  esteem,  nor  merit. 

Philarete. 
What's  the  wrong  ? 

Willy. 

A  slight  offence, 
Wherewithal  I  can  dispense  ; 
But  hereafter  for  their  sake 
To  myself  I'll  music  make. 

Philarete. 

What,  because  some  clown  offends, 
Wilt  thou  punish  all  thy  friends  ? 

Willy. 

Do  not,  Phil,  misunderstand  me, 
Those  that  love  me  may  command  me  ;   200 
But,  thou  know'st,  I  am  but  young, 
And  the  pastoral  I  sung, 
Is  by  some  supposed  to  be 
By  a  strain  too  high  for  me  : 
So  they  kindly  let  me  gain 
Not  my  labour  for  my  pain. 
Trust  me,  I  do  wonder  why 
They  should  me  my  own  deny. 
Though  I'm  young,  I  scorn  to  flit 
On  the  wings  of  borrowed  wit.  210 

1.  199.     So  1622,  '33.    Early  eds.   '  Honest  Roget,  understand 


Eel.  4]     THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING      55 

I'll  make  my  own  feathers  rear  me 
Whither  others  cannot  bear  me. 
Yet  I'll  keep  my  skill  in  store, 
Till  I've  seen  some  winters  more. 


Philarete. 

But,  in  earnest,  mean'st  thou  so  ? 
Then  thou  art  not  wise,  I  trow : 
Better  shall  advise  thee  Pan, 
For  thou  dost  not  rightly  than  ; 
That's  the  ready  way  to  blot 
All  the  credit  thou  hast  got.  22O 

Rather  in  thy  age's  prime, 
Get  another  start  of  Time, 
And  make  those  that  so  fond  be, 
Spite  of  their  own  dulness  see 
That  the  sacred  Muses  can 
Make  a  child  in  years  a  man. 
It  is  known  what  thou  canst  do, 
For  it  is  not  long  ago, 
When  that  Cuddy,  thou,  and  I, 
Each  the  others'  skill  to  try,  230 

At  Saint  Dunstan's  charmed  well, 
As  some  present  there  can  tell, 
Sang  upon  a  sudden  theme, 
Sitting  by  the  crimson  stream  ; 
Where  if  thou  didst  well  or  no, 
Yet  remains  the  song  to  show. 
Much  experience  more  I've  had, 

1.  234.     '  by  a  crimson  stream/  1633. 


56       THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING    [Eel.  4 

Of  thy  skill,  thou  happy  lad, 

And  would  make  the  world  to  know  it, 

But  that  time  will  further  show  it.  240 

Envy  makes  their  tongues  now  run 

More  than  doubt  of  what  is  done. 

For  that  needs  must  be  thy  own, 

Or  to  be  some  other's  known  : 

But  how  then  will 't  suit  unto 

What  thou  shalt  hereafter  do  ? 

Or,  I  wonder,  where  is  he 

Would  with  that  song  part  to  thee  ? 

Nay,  were  there  so  mad  a  swain, 

Could  such  glory  sell  for  gain,  250 

Phoebus  would  not  have  combined 

That  gift  with  so  base  a  mind. 

Never  did  the  Nine  impart 

The  sweet  secrets  of  their  art 

Unto  any  that  did  scorn 

We  should  see  their  favours  worn. 

Therefore  unto  those  that  say, 

Were  they  pleased  to  sing  a  lay, 

They  could  do 't,  and  will  not  tho', 

This  I  speak,  for  this  I  know  ; 

None  e'er  drunk  the  Thespian  spring,      260 

And  knew  how,  but  he  did  sing. 

For  that  once  infused  in  man 

Makes  him  show 't,  do  what  he  can. 

Nay,  those  that  do  only  sip, 

Or  but  ev'n  their  fingers  dip 

In  that  sacred  fount,  poor  elves, 

Of  that  brood  will  show  themselves. 


Eel.  4]     THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING      57 

Yea,  in  hope  to  get  them  fame, 

They  will  speak,  though  to  their  shame.  270 

Let  those  then  at  thee  repine 

That  by  their  wits  measure  thine ; 

Needs  those  songs  must  be  thine  own, 

And  that  one  day  will  be  known. 

That  poor  imputation  too, 

I  myself  do  undergo  ; 

But  it  will  appear  ere  long, 

That  'twas  envy  sought  our  wrong, 

Who  at  twice-ten  have  sung  more 

Than  some  will  do  at  fourscore.  280 

Cheer  thee,  honest  Willy,  then, 

And  begin  thy  song  again. 

Willy. 

Fain  I  would,  but  I  do  fear 
When  again  my  lines  they  hear, 
If  they  yield  they  are  my  rhymes, 
They  will  fain  some  other  crimes ; 
And  'tis  no  safe  vent'ring  by 
Where  we  see  detraction  lie. 
For  do  what  I  can,  I  doubt 
She  will  pick  some  quarrel  out ;  290 

And  I  oft  have  heard  defended, 
Little  said  is  soon  amended. 

1.  275.     So  1622,  "33.  Early  eds.  'The  same  imputation  too.' 

1.  278.  So  1622,  '33.  Early  eds.  '  I'm  abused,  and  thou  hast 
wrong.' 

1.  279.  Early  eds.  'hast  sung  more,'  to  suit  the  previous 
line. 

1.  292.  So  1622,  '33.  Early  eds.  '  Little  said,  and  soon 
amended.' 


58       THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING    [Eel.  4 


Philarete. 

Seest  thou  not  in  clearest  days 
Oft  thick  fogs  cloud  heaven's  rays, 
And  that  vapours  which  do  breathe 
From  the  earth's  gross  womb  beneath, 
Seem  not  to  us  with  black  steams 
To  pollute  the  sun's  bright  beams, 
And  yet  vanish  into  air, 
Leaving  it  unblemish'd  fair  ?  300 

So,  my  Willy,  shall  it  be 
With  detraction's  breath  and  thee. 
It  shall  never  rise  so  high 
As  to  stain  thy  poesy. 
As  that  sun  doth  oft  exhale 
Vapours  from  each  rotten  vale, 
Poesy  so  sometime  drains 
Gross  conceits  from  muddy  brains, 
Mists  of  envy,  fogs  of  spite, 
'Twixt  men's  judgments  and  her  light :    310 
But  so  much  her  power  may  do, 
That  she  can  dissolve  them  too. 
If  thy  verse  do  bravely  tower, 
As  she  makes  wing,  she  gets  power  : 
Yet  the  higher  she  doth  soar, 
She's  affronted  still  the  more  : 
Till  she  to  the  high'st  hath  past, 

1.  295.  1615  (a),  '20,  'And  the  vapours  which  ..."  S.  P.  and 
1615  (b),  '  And  the  vapours  that .  . .' 

1.  297.  So  1622,  '33.  Early  eds.  '  Seem  they  not  with  their 
black  steams.'  ('  their'  omitted  in  1620  ed.) 

1.  302.     So  S.  P.  and  1615.     Later  eds.    'on  thee.' 


Eel.  4]     THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING      59 

Then  she  rests  with  fame  at  last. 

Let  nought  therefore  thee  affright, 

But  make  forward  in  thy  flight ;  320 

For  if  I  could  match  thy  rhyme, 

To  the  very  stars  I'd  climb, 

There  begin  again,  and  fly 

Till  I  reach'd  eternity. 

But,  alas,  my  Muse  is  slow  ; 

For  thy  pace  she  flags  too  low  : 

Yea,  the  more's  her  hapless  fate, 

Her  short  wings  were  clipp'd  of  late, 

And  poor  I,  her  fortune  ruing, 

Am  myself  put  up  a-mewing.  330 

But  if  I  my  cage  can  rid, 

I'll  fly  where  I  never  did. 

And  though  for  her  sake  I'm  crost, 

Though  my  best  hopes  I  have  lost, 

And  knew  she  would  make  my  trouble 

Ten  times  more  than  ten  times  double, 

I  would  love  and  keep  her  too 

Spite  of  all  the  world  could  do. 

For  though  banish'd  from  my  flocks, 

And,  confined  within  these  rocks,  340 

Here  I  waste  away  the  light 

And  consume  the  sullen  night, 

She  doth  for  my  comfort  stay, 

And  keeps  many  cares  away. 

Though  I  miss  the  flow'ry  fields, 

1.  326.     So  S.  P.  and  1615.     Later  eds.  read  'place,'  which 
was  accepted  by  Dalryraple,  Brydges,  and  Gutch. 

L  337.     So  S.  P.  and  1615.     Later  eds.  '  I  should  love." 


60       THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING    [Eel.  4 

With  those  sweets  the  springtide  yields, 

Though  I  may  not  see  those  groves, 

Where  the  shepherds  chant  their  loves, 

And  the  lasses  more  excel 

Than  the  sweet-voiced  Philomel,  350 

Though  of  all  those  pleasures  past 

Nothing  now  remains  at  last, 

But  remembrance,  poor  relief, 

That  more  makes  than  mends  my  grief; 

She's  my  mind's  companion  still, 

Maugre  envy's  evil  will, 

Whence  she  should  be  driven  too, 

Were  't  in  mortal's  power  to  do. 

She  doth  tell  me  where  to  borrow 

Comfort  in  the  midst  of  sorrow,  360 

Makes  the  desolatest  place 

To  her  presence  be  a  grace, 

And  the  blackest  discontents 

To  be  pleasing  ornaments. 

In  my  former  days  of  bliss, 

Her  divine  skill  taught  me  this, 

That  from  everything  I  saw 

I  could  some  invention  draw, 

And  raise  pleasure  to  her  height, 

Through  the  meanest  object's  sight.          370 

By  the  murmur  of  a  spring, 

Or  the  least  bough's  rusteling  ; 

By  a  daisy  whose  leaves  spread 

Shut  when  Titan  goes  to  bed, 

L  364.    So  1622,  '33.    Early  eds.  '  Be  her  fairest  ornaments. 


Eel.  4]     THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING      6l 

Or  a  shady  bush  or  tree, 

She  could  more  infuse  in  me 

Than  all  Nature's  beauties  can 

In  some  other  wiser  man. 

By  her  help  I  also  now 

Make  this  churlish  place  allow  380 

Some  things  that  may  sweeten  gladness 

In  the  very  gall  of  sadness. 

The  dull  loneness,  the  black  shade 

That  these  hanging  vaults  have  made. 

The  strange  music  of  the  waves 

Beating  on  these  hollow  caves, 

This  black  den  which  rocks  emboss 

Overgrown  with  eldest  moss, 

The  rude  portals  that  give  light 

More  to  terror  than  delight,  390 

This  my  chamber  of  neglect, 

Wall'd  about  with  disrespect ; 

From  all  these  and  this  dull  air, 

A  fit  object  for.  despair, 

She  hath  taught  me  by  her  might 

To  draw  comfort  and  delight. 

Therefore,  thou  best  earthly  bliss, 

I  will  cherish  thee  for  this. 

Poesy,  thou  sweet'st  content 

That  e'er  heav'n  to  mortals  lent,  400 

Though  they  as  a  trifle  leave  thee 

Whose  dull  thoughts  cannot  conceive  thee, 

Though  thou  be  to  them  a  scorn 

That  to  nought  but  earth  are  born, 

Let  my  life  no  longer  be 


62       THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING    [Eel.  4 

Than  I  am  in  love  with  thee. 

Though  our  wise  ones  call  thee  madness, 

Let  me  never  taste  of  gladness 

If  I  love  not  thy  mad'st  fits, 

More  than  all  their  greatest  wits.  410 

And  though  some  too  seeming  holy 

Do  account  thy  raptures  folly, 

Thou  dost  teach  me  to  contemn 

What  makes  knaves  and  fools  of  them 

Oh,  high  power  !  that  oft  doth  carry 

Men  above — 

Willy. 

Good  Philarete,  tarry, 
I  do  fear  thou  wilt  be  gone 
Quite  above  my  reach  anon. 
The  kind  flames  of  poesy 
Have  now  borne  thy  thoughts  so  high,         420 
That  they  up  in  heaven  be, 
And  have  quite  forgotten  me. 
Call  thyself  to  mind  again  ; 
Are  these  raptures  for  a  swain 
That  attends  on  lowly  sheep, 
And  with  simple  herds  doth  keep  ? 

Philarete. 

Thanks,  my  Willy  ;  I  had  run 
Till  that  time  had  lodged  the  sun, 

1.  408.  Ed.  1620  reads  'sadness'  for  'gladness.' 
1.  410.  So  1622,  "33.  Early  eds.  'Above  all .  .  .* 
1.  416.  Early  eds.  '  Good  Roget,  tarry.' 


Eel.  4]     THE  SHEPHERDS  HUNTING      63 

If  thou  had'st  not  made  me  stay  ; 

But  thy  pardon  here  I  pray.  430 

Loved  Apollo's  sacred  sire 

Had  raised  up  my  spirits  higher, 

Through  the  love  of  poesy, 

Than  indeed  they  use  to  fly. 

But  as  I  said,  I  say  still, 

If  that  I  had  Willy's  skill, 

Envy  nor  detraction's  tongue 

Should  e'er  make  me  leave  my  song, 

But  I'd  sing  it  every  day 

Till  they  pined  themselves  away.  440 

Be  thou  then  advised  in  this 

Which  both  just  and  fitting  is ; 

Finish  what  thou  hast  begun, 

Or  at  least  still  forward  run. 

Hail  and  thunder  ill  he'll  bear 

That  a  blast  of  wind  doth  fear : 

And  if  words  will  thus  affray  thee, 

Prithee  how  will  deeds  dismay  thee  ? 

Do  not  think  so  rathe  a  song 

Can  pass  through  the  vulgar  throng,        450 

And  escape  without  a  touch, 

Or  that  they  can  hurt  it  much  : 

Frosts  we  see  do  nip  that  thing 

Which  is  forward's!  in  the  spring : 

Yet  at  last  for  all  such  lets 

Somewhat  of  the  rest  it  gets. 


1.  454-     So  S.  P.,   1622,   '33.    Other  eds.     'Which   is   for 
ward's  .  .  .' 


64       THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING    [Eel.  A 

And  I'm  sure  that  so  may'st  thou. 

Therefore,  my  kind  Willy,  now, 

Since  thy  folding  time  draws  on 

And  I  see  thou  must  be  gone,  460 

Thee  I  earnestly  beseech 

To  remember  this  my  speech, 

And  some  little  counsel  take 

For  Philarete  his  sake  : 

And  I  more  of  this  will  say, 

If  thou  come  next  holiday. 

1.  464.    Early  eds.  '  For  thy  poor  friend  Roget's  sake.' 


THE  SHEPHERDS  HUNTING.        65 


THE  FIFTH  ECLOGUE. 

To  Master  W.  F.  of  the 
Middle  Temple. 

THE  ARGUMENT. 

Philaret  Alexis  moves, 
To  embrace  the  Muses'  loves  ; 
Bids  him  never  careful  seem, 
Of  another's  disesteem  ; 
Since  to  them  it  may  suffice, 
They  themselves  can  justly  prize. 

PHILARETE.    ALEXIS. 

Philarete. 

ALEXIS,  if  thy  worth  do  not  disdain 
The  humble  friendship  of  a  meaner  swain, 
Or  some  more  needful  business  of  the  day, 
Urge  thee  to  be  too  hasty  on  thy  way  ; 
Come,  gentle  shepherd,  rest  thee  here  by  me, 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  this  broad-leaved  tree  : 
For  though  I  seem  a  stranger,  yet  mine  eye 
Observes  in  thee  the  marks  of  courtesy, 

Argument,  1.  i.     Early  eds.  '  Roget  here  Alexis  mores.' 

1.6.     'They,'  1622, '33.     1615, '20  read    That.' 
1.  6.     So  1622,  '33.   Early  eds.  '  Under  the  shadow.' 
VOL.  I.  5 


66       THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING    [Eel.  5 

And  if  my  judgment  err  not,  noted  too 

More  than  in  those  that  more  would  seem  to  do  ;     10 

Such  virtues  thy  rare  modesty  doth  hide, 

Which  by  their  proper  lustre  I  espied ; 

And  though  long  mask'd  in  silence  they  have  been, 

I  have  a  wisdom  through  that  silence  seen, 

Yea,  I  have  learned  knowledge  from  thy  tongue, 

And  heard  when  thou  hast  in  concealment  sung, 

Which  me  the  bolder  and  more  willing  made 

Thus  to  invite  thee  to  this  homely  shade; 

And  though  it  may  be  thou  could'st  never  spy 

Such  worth  in  me,  I  might  be  known  thereby,         20 

In  thee  I  do,  for  here  my  neighbouring  sheep 

Upon  the  border  of  these  downs  I  keep  : 

Where  often  thou  at  pastorals  and  plays, 

Hast  graced  our  wakes  on  summer  holidays  ; 

And  many  a  time  with  thee  at  this  cold  spring 

Met  I,  to  hear  your  learned  shepherds  sing, 

Saw  them  disporting  in  the  shady  groves, 

And  in  chaste  sonnets  woo  their  chaster  loves  : 

When  I,  endued  with  the  meanest  skill, 

'Mongst  others  have  been  urged  to  tune  my  quill.    30 

But,  'cause  but  little  cunning  I  had  got, 

Perhaps  thou  saw'st  me,  though  thou  knew'st  me  not. 

Alexis. 

Yes,  Philaret,  I  know  thee,  and  thy  name. 
Nor  is  my  knowledge  grounded  all  on  fame  : 

1.  31.     '  But,'  1622,  '33.     1613,  '20  give  '  Where.' 
L  33.    So    1622,  '33.      Early  eds.  '  Yes,  Roget,  I  do  know 
thee.' 


Eel.  5]     THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING      67 

Art  thou  not  he  that  but  this  other  year 

Scared'st  all  the  wolves  and  foxes  in  the  shire  ? 

And,  in  a  match  at  football  lately  tried, 

Having  scarce  twenty  satyrs  on  thy  side, 

Held'st  play,  and  though  assailed  kept'st  thy  stand 

'Gainst  all  the  best-tried  ruffians  in  the  land  ?  40- 

Didst  thou  not  then  in  doleful  sonnets  moan, 

When  the  beloved  of  great  Pan  was  gone  ? 

And  at  the  wedding  of  fair  Thame  and  Rhine, 

Sing  of  their  glories  to  thy  valentine  ? 

I  know  it,  and  I  must  confess  that  long 

In  one  thing  I  did  do  thy  nature  wrong  : 

For,  till  I  mark'd  the  aim  thy  satyrs  had, 

I  thought  them  over-bold,  and  thee  half  mad. 

But  since  I  did  more  nearly  on  thee  look, 

I  soon  perceived  that  I  had  all  mistook  ;  50 

I  saw  that  of  a  cynic  thou  mad'st  show, 

Where  since  I  find  that  thou  wert  nothing  so, 

And  that  of  many  thou  much  blame  had'st  got, 

Whenas  thy  innocence  deserved  it  not. 

But  that  too  good  opinion  thou  hast  seem'd 

To  have  of  me,  not  so  to  be  esteem'd, 

Prevails  not  ought  to  stay  him  who  doth  fear 

He  rather  should  reproofs  than  praises  hear. 

'Tis  true,  I  found  thee  plain  and  honest  too, 

Which  made  me  like,  then  love,  as  now  I  do ;         60 


68       THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING    [Eel.  5 

And,  Phila,  though  a  stranger,  this  I'll  say, 
Where  I  do  love,  I  am  not  coy  to  stay. 

Philarete. 

Thanks,  gentle  swain,  that  dost  so  soon  unfold 
What  I  to  thee  as  gladly  would  have  told, 
And  thus  thy  wonted  courtesy  exprest 
In  kindly  entertaining  this  request. 
Sure,  I  should  injury  my  own  content 
Or  wrong  thy  love  to  stand  on  compliment, 
Who  hast  acquaintance  in  one  word  begun, 
As  well  as  I  could  in  an  age  have  done.  70 

Or  by  an  overweening  slowness  mar 
What  thy  more  wisdom  hath  brought  on  so  far. 
Then  sit  thou  down,  and  I'll  my  mind  declare, 
As  freely  as  if  we  familiars  were; 
And  if  thou  wilt  but  deign  to  give  me  ear, 
Something  thou  may'st  for  thy  more  profit  hear. 

Alexis. 
Philarete,  I  willingly  obey. 

Philarete. 

Then  know,  Alexis,  from  that  very  day, 
Whenas  I  saw  thee  at  that  shepherd's  cote, 

1.  61.     '  Phila,'  1622,  '33.     '  Roget,'  1615,  '20.     Eds.  1622,  '33 
give  '  this  to  thee  I'll  say.' 
1.  67.     So  S.  P.  and  1615.     The  1620  ed.  changed  this  to 

1  Sure  I  should  injure  my  own  content.' 
1622  and  1633  added  'much  '  to  complete  the  line  : — 

'  Sure  I  should  injure  much  my  own  content.' 
1.  77.     So  1622,  '33.     Early  eds.    '  Willingly,  Roget,   I  thy 
wish  obey." 

1.  79.     '  that,'  early  eds.     1622,  '33  read  '  thy.' 


Eel.  5]     THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING      69 

Where  each  I  think  of  other  took  first  note  ;  80 

I  mean  that  pastor  who  by  Tavy's  springs 

Chaste  shepherds'  loves  in  sweetest  numbers  sings, 

And  with  his  music,  to  his  greater  fame, 

Hath  late  made  proud  the  fairest  nymphs  of  Thame  ; 

E'en  then,  methought,  I  did  espy  in  thee 

Some  unperceived  and  hidden  worth  to  be, 

Which  in  thy  more  apparent  virtues  shined  ; 

And,  among  many,  I  in  thought  divined, 

By  something  my  conceit  had  understood, 

That  thou  wert  mark'd  one  of  the  Muses'  brood.      90 

That  made  me  love  thee,  and  that  love  I  bear 

Begat  a  pity,  and  that  pity,  care  : 

Pity  I  had  to  see  good  parts  conceal'd, 

Care  I  had  how  to  have  that  good  reveal'd, 

Since  'tis  a  fault  admitteth  no  excuse, 

To  possess  much,  and  yet  put  nought  in  use. 

Hereon  I  vow'd  if  we  two  ever  met 

The  first  request  that  I  would  strive  to  get 

Should  be  but  this,  that  thou  would'st  show  thy  skill, 

How  thou  could'st  tune  thy  verses  to  thy  quill,      loo 

And  teach  thy  Muse  in  some  well-framed  song, 

To  show  the  art  thou  hast  suppressed  so  long  : 

Which  if  my  new  acquaintance  may  obtain, 

I  will  for  ever  honour  this  day's  gain. 

Alexis. 

Alas  !  my  small  experience  scarce  can  tell 
So  much  as  where  those  nymphs  the  Muses  dwell, 

1.   104.     '  I  will  for  ever,'  1622,  '33.     Early  eds.  '  Roget  will 
ever  .  .  .' 


70       THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING    [Eel.  5 

Nor,  though  my  slow  conceit  still  travels  on, 

Shall  I  e'er  reach  to  drink  of  Helicon. 

Or,  if  I  might  so  favour'd  be  to  taste 

What  those  sweet  streams  but  overflow  in  waste,  1 10 

And  touch  Parnassus,  where  it  low'st  doth  lie, 

I  fear  my  skill  would  hardly  flag  so  high. 

Philarete. 

Despair  not,  man,  the  gods  have  prized  nought 
So  dear  that  may  not  be  with  labour  bought : 
Nor  need  thy  pain  be  great,  since  Fate  and  Heaven 
That,  as  a  blessing,  at  thy  birth  have  given. 

Alexis. 
Why,  say  they  had  ? 

Philarete. 

Then  use  their  gifts  thou  must, 
Or  be  ungrateful,  and  so  be  unjust : 
For  if  it  cannot  truly  be  denied, 
Ingratitude  men's  benefits  do  hide ;  120 

Then  more  ungrateful  must  he  be  by  odds, 
Who  doth  conceal  the  bounty  of  the  gods. 

Alexis. 

That's  true  indeed,  but  Envy  haunteth  those 
Who,  seeking  fame,  their  hidden  skill  disclose, 
Where  else  they  might,  obscured  from  her  espying, 
Escape  the  blasts  and  danger  of  envying. 

1.  123.  From  here  to  1. 182,  the  1615  editions  give  the  speeches 
of  Alexis  to  Roget,  and  vice  vers&.  The  error  was  corrected  in 
the  1620  and  subsequent  editions. 


Eel.  5]     THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING      71 

Critics  will  censure  our  best  strains  of  wit, 

And  purblind  ignorance  misconster  it. 

All  which  is  bad ;  yet  worse  than  this  doth  follow, 

Most  hate  the  Muses  and  contemn  Apollo.  130 

Philarete. 

So  let  them :  why  should  we  their  hate  esteem  ? 
Is  \  not  enough  we  of  ourselves  can  deem  ? 
'Tis  more  to  their  disgrace  that  we  scorn  them, 
Than  unto  us  that  they  our  art  contemn. 
Can  we  have  better  pastime  than  to  see 
Their  gross  heads  may  so  much  deceived  be 
As  to  allow  those  doings  best,  where  wholly 
We  scoff  them  to  their  face  and  flout  their  folly  ? 
Or  to  behold  black  Envy  in  her  prime 
Die  self-consumed,  whilst  we  vie  lives  with  time,   140 
And,  in  despite  of  her,  more  fame  attain 
Than  all  her  malice  can  wipe  out  again  ? 

Alexis. 

Yea,  but  if  I  applied  me  to  those  strains, 
Who  should  drive  forth  my  flocks  unto  the  plains, 
Which,  whilst  the  Muses  rest  and  leisure  crave, 
Must  watering,  folding,  and  attendance  have  ? 
For  if  I  leave  with  wonted  care  to  cherish 
Those  tender  herds,  both  I  and  they  should  perish. 

Philarete. 

Alexis,  now  I  see  thou  dost  mistake, 
There  is  no  meaning  thou  thy  charge  forsake  ;         150 

1.  129.     So  S.  P.  and  1615.    Other  eds.  '  And  which  ..."  So 
Gutch.     Brydges  follows  1633  ed.,  which  reads  : — 

'  And,  which  is  bad,  yet  worse  than  that  doth  follow.' 


72       THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING    [Eel.  5 

Nor  would  I  wish  thee  so  thyself  abuse 

As  to  neglect  thy  calling  for  thy  Muse, 

But  let  these  two  so  each  of  other  borrow, 

That  they  may  season  mirth,  and  lessen  sorrow. 

Thy  flock  will  help  thy  charges  to  defray, 

Thy  Muse  to  pass  the  long  and  tedious  day : 

Or  whilst  thou  tun'st  sweet  measures  to  thy  reed, 

Thy  sheep,  to  listen,  will  more  near  thee  feed  ; 

The  wolves  will  shun  them,  birds  above  thee  sing, 

And  lambkins  dance  about  thee  in  a  ring.  160 

Nay,  which  is  more,  in  this  thy  low  estate, 

Thou  in  contentment  shalt  with  monarchs  mate  ; 

For  mighty  Pan  and  Ceres  to  us  grants, 

Our  fields  and  flocks  shall  help  our  outward  wants: 

The  Muses  teach  us  songs  to  put  off  cares, 

Graced  with  as  rare  and  sweet  conceits  as  theirs : 

And  we  can  think  our  lasses  on  the  greens 

As  fair  or  fairer  than  the  fairest  queens  : 

Or,  what  is  more  than  most  of  them  shall  do, 

We'll  make  their  juster  fames  last  longer  too,         170 

And  have  our  lines  by  greatest  princes  graced 

When  both  their  name  and  memory's  defaced. 

Therefore,  Alexis,  though  that  some  disdain 

The  heavenly  music  of  the  rural  plain, 

What  is  't  to  us,  if  they  o'erseen  contemn 

The  dainties  which  were  ne'er  ordain'd  for  them  ? 

And  though  that  there  be  other-some  envy 

The  praises  due  to  sacred  Poesy, 

Let  them  disdain,  and  fret  till  they  are  weary, 

1.  171.     '  And  have,'  1622,  '33.   '  Having,'  S.  P.  and  1615,  '20. 


Eel.  5]     THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING      73 

We  in  ourselves  have  that  shall  make  us  merry:  180 
Which  he  that  wants,  and  had  the  power  to  know  it, 
Would  give  his  life  that  he  might  die  a  poet. 

Alexis. 
A  brave  persuasion. 

Philarete. 

Here  thou  seest  me  pent 
Within  the  jaws  of  strict  imprisonment ; 
A  forlorn  shepherd,  void  of  all  the  means 
Whereon  man's  common  hope  in  danger  leans  : 
Weak  in  myself,  exposed  to  the  hate 
Of  those  whose  envies  are  insatiate : 
Shut  from  my  friends,  banish'd  from  all  delights, 
Nay,  worse,  excluded  from  the  sacred  rites.  190 

Here  I  do  live  'mongst  outlaws  mark'd  for  death, 
As  one  unfit  to  draw  the  common  breath, 
Where  those  who  to  be  good  did  never  know 
Are  barred  from  the  means  should  make  them  so. 
I  suffer,  'cause  I  wish'd  my  country  well ; 
And  what  I  more  must  bear  I  cannot  tell. 
I'm  sure  they  give  my  body  little  scope, 
And  would  allow  my  mind  as  little  hope  : 
I  waste  my  means,  which  of  itself  is  slender, 
Consume  my  time,  perhaps  my  fortunes  hinder,     200 
And  many  crosses  have,  which  those  that  can 
Conceive  no  wrong  that  hurts  another  man, 
Will  not  take  note  of;  though  if  half  so  much 

1.  183-234  were  not  in  the  Shepherds  Pipe  eclogue. 


74      THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING    [Eel.  5 

Should  light  on  them,  or  their  own  person  touch, 

Some  that  themselves,  I  fear,  most  worthy  think, 

With  all  their  helps  would  into  baseness  shrink. 

But,  spite  of  hate,  and  all  that  spite  can  do, 

I  can  be  patient  yet,  and  merry  too. 

That  slender  Muse  of  mine,  by  which  my  name, 

Though  scarce  deserved,  hath  gain'd  a  little  fame,  2IO 

Hath  made  me  unto  such  a  fortune  born, 

That  all  misfortunes  I  know  how  to  scorn, 

Yea,  midst  these  bands  can  slight  the  great'st  that  be, 

As  much  as  their  disdain  mis'steems  of  me. 

This  cave,  whose  very  presence  some  affrights, 

I  have  oft  made  to  echo  forth  delights, 

And  hope  to  turn,  if  any  justice  be, 

Both  shame  and  care  on  those  that  wish'd  it  me. 

For  while  the  world  rank  villainies  affords, 

I  will  not  spare  to  paint  them  out  in  words ;  220 

Although  I  still  should  into  troubles  run, 

I  knew  what  man  could  act,  ere  I  begun ; 

And  I'll  fulfil  what  my  Muse  draws  me  to, 

Maugre  all  jails,  and  purgatories  too. 

For  whilst  she  sets  me  honest  tasks  about, 

Virtue  or  she  I  know  will  bear  me  out: 

And  if,  by  fate,  th'  abused  power  of  some 

Must,  in  the  world's-eye,  leave  me  overcome, 

They  shall  find  one  fort  yet  so  fenced,  I  trow, 

It  cannot  fear  a  mortal's  overthrow.  230 

This  hope  and  trust  that  great  power  did  infuse, 

1.  221.     So  1622,  '33.     Early  eds.  '  Because  I  thus  into  these 
troubles  run.' 
1.  230.     'fear,'  1622,  '33.    Early  eds.  'feel.' 


Eel.  5]     THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING      75 

That  first  inspired  into  my  breast  a  Muse, 

By  whom  I  do,  and  ever  will,  contemn 

All  these  ill  haps,  my  foes  despite,  and  them. 

Alexis. 

Th'  hast  so  well,  young  Philaret,  played  thy  part, 
I  am  almost  in  love  with  that  sweet  art, 
And  if  some  power  will  but  inspire  my  song, 
Alexis  will  not  be  obscured  long. 

Philarete. 

Enough,  kind  pastor  :  but  oh  !  yonder  see 
Two  honest  shepherds  walking  hither  be  ;  240 

Cuddy  and  Willy,  that  so  dearly  love, 
Who  are  repairing  unto  yonder  grove  : 
Let's  follow  them,  for  never  braver  swains 
Made  music  to  their  flocks  upon  these  plains. 
They  are  more  worthy,  and  can  better  tell 
What  rare  contents  do  with  a  poet  dwell. 
Then  whiles  our  sheep  the  short  sweet  grass  do  shear, 
And  till  the  long  shade  of  the  hills  appear, 
We'll  hear  them  sing,  for  though  the  one  be  young, 
Never  was  any  that  more  sweetly  sung.  250 

1.234.     'these,'  1615.     Later  eds.  'those.' 

1.  235.  So  1622,  '33.  Early  eds.  '  Thou  hast  so  well,  young 
Roget,  played  thy  part.' 

1.  241.  Eds.  1615  gives  'Cutty,'  as  it  is- spelled  in  Browne's 
Shepherds  Pipe. 


A  POSTSCRIPT 
to  the  Reader. 

IF  you  have  read  this,  and  received  any  content, 
I  am  glad,  though  it  be  not  so  much  as  I  could  wish 
you  ;  if  you  think  it  idle,  why  then  I  see  we  are  not 
likely  to  fall  out,  for  I  am  just  of  your  minds ;  yet 
weigh  it  well  before  you  run  too  far  in  your  censures, 
lest  this  prove  less  barren  of  wit,  than  you  of 
courtesy.  It  is  very  true  (I  know  not  by  what 
chance)  that  I  have  of  late  been  so  highly  beholding  to 
Opinion,  that  I  wonder  how  I  crept  so  much  into  her 
favour ;  and,  if  I  did  think  it  worthy  the  fearing,  I 
should  be  afraid  that  she,  having  so  undeservedly 
befriended  me  beyond  my  hope  or  expectation,  will, 
upon  as  little  cause,  ere  long  again  pick  some 
quarrel  against  me,  and,  it  may  be,  means  to  make 
use  of  this,  which  I  know  must  needs  come  far  short 
of  their  expectation,  who  by  their  earnest  desire  of  it 
seemed  to  be  fore-possessed  with  a  far  better  conceit 
than  I  can  believe  it  proves  worthy  of.  So  much  at 
least  I  doubted  ;  and  therefore,  loth  to  deceive  the 
world  (though  it  often  beguile  me)  I  kept  it  to  myself, 
indeed,  not  dreaming  ever  to  see  it  published.  But 
now,  by  the  overmuch  persuasion  of  some  friends,  I 
76 


A    POSTSCRIPT  77 

have  been  constrained  to  expose  it  to  the  general 
view.  Which  seeing  I  have  done,  some  things  I 
desire  thee  to  take  notice  of.  First,  that  I  am  he, 
who,  to  pleasure  my  friend,  have  framed  myself  a  con 
tent  out  of  that  which  would  otherwise  discontent 
me.  Secondly,  that  I  have  coveted  more  to  effect 
what  I  think  truly  honest  in  itself,  than  by  a  seeming 
show  of  art  to  catch  the  vain  blasts  of  uncertain 
opinion.  This  that  I  have  here  written  was  no  part 
of  my  study,  but  only  a  recreation  in  imprisonment 
and  a  trifle,  neither  in  my  conceit  fitting,  nor  by  me 
intended  to  be  made  common ;  yet  some,  who  it 
should  seem  esteemed  it  worthy  more  respect  than  I 
did,  took  pains  to  copy  it  out,  unknown  to  me,  and 
in  my  absence  got  it  both  authorized  and  prepared 
for  the  press ;  so  that  if  I  had  not  hindered  it,  last 
Michaelmas  term  had  been  troubled  with  it.  I  was 
much  blamed  by  some  friends  for  withstanding  it,  to 
whose  request  I  should  more  easily  have  consented, 
but  that  I  thought,  as  indeed  I  yet  do,  I  should 
thereby  more  disparage  myself  than  content  them. 
For  I  doubt  I  shall  be  supposed  one  of  those  who, 
out  of  their  arrogant  desire  of  a  little  preposterous 
fame,  thrust  into  the  world  every  unseasoned  trifle 
that  drops  out  of  their  unsettled  brains  ;  whose  base 
ness  how  much  I  hate,  those  that  know  me  can 
witness,  for  if  I  were  so  affected,  I  might  perhaps 
present  the  world  with  as  many  several  poems  as  I 
have  seen  years,  and  justly  make  myself  appear  to  be 
the  author  of  some  things  that  others  have  shamefully 
usurped  and  made  use  of  as  their  own.  But  I  will  be 


78          THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING 

content  other  men  should  own  some  of  those  issues  of 
the  brain,  for  I  would  be  loth  to  confess  all  that 
might  in  that  kind  call  me  father.  Neither  shall  any 
more  of  them,  by  my  consent,  in  haste  again  trouble 
the  world,  unless  I  know  which  way  to  benefit  it  with 
less  prejudice  to  my  own  estate.  And,  therefore,  if 
any  of  those  less  serious  poems  which  are  already 
dispersed  into  my  friends'  hands,  come  amongst  you, 
let  not  their  publication  be  imputed  to  me,  nor  their 
lightness  be  any  disparagement  to  what  hath  been 
since  more  serious  written,  seeing  it  is  but  such  stuff 
as  riper  judgments  have  in  their  far  elder  years  been 
much  more  guilty  of. 

I  know  an  indifferent  critic  may  find  many  faults, 
as  well  in  the  slightness  of  this  present  subject,  as  in 
the  erring  from  the  true  nature  of  an  eclogue  ;  more 
over,  it  altogether  concerns  myself,  which  divers  may 
dislike.  But  neither  can  be  done  on  just  cause  :  the 
first  hath  been  answered  already;  the  last  might 
consider  that  I  was  there  where  my  own  estate  was 
chiefly  to  be  looked  unto,  and  all  the  comfort  I  could 
minister  unto  myself,  little  enough. 

If  any  man  deem  it  worthy  his  reading  I  shall  be 
glad;  if  he  think  his  pains  ill-bestowed,  let  him 
blame  himself  for  meddling  with  that  concerned  him 
not ;  I  neither  commended  it  to  him,  neither  cared 
whether  he  read  it  or  no ;  because  I  know  those  that 
were  desirous  of  it,  will  esteem  the  same  as  much  as  I 
expect  they  should. 

But  it  is  not  unlikely  some  will  think  I  have  in 
divers  places  been  more  wanton,  as  they  take  it,  than 


A   POSTSCRIPT  79 

befitting  a  satirist ;  yet  their  severity  I  fear  not,  be 
cause,  I  am  assured,  all  that  I  ever  yet  did  was  free 
from  obscenity :  neither  am  I  so  cynical,  but  that  I 
think  a  modest  expression  of  such  amorous  conceits 
as  suit  with  reason,  will  yet  very  well  become  my 
years ;  in  which  not  to  have  feeling  of  the  power  of 
love,  were  as  great  an  argument  of  much  stupidity 
as  an  over-sottish  affection  were  of  extreme  folly. 
Lastly,  if  you  think  it  hath  not  well  answered  the 
title  of  the  Shepherd's  Hunting,  go  quarrel  with 
the  stationer,  who  bid  himself  god-father,  and  im 
posed  the  name  according  to  his  own  liking ;  and  if 
you,  or  he,  find  any  faults,  pray  mend  them. 

Valete. 


L  0  ND  0  N, 

Printed  by  NICHOLAS 

OKES.     1615. 


VOL.   I. 


EDITIONS   COLLATED 


1615.  The  private  edition  ;  only  one  copy  known,  which  is  in  the 
Bodleian  Library  at  Oxford.  For  an  account  of  this  ses 
Bibliography.  Printed  by  Nicholas  Oakes. 

1617.  First  published  edition,  printed  by  Nicholas  Oakes. 
Supports  the  1615  ed.  in  nearly  every  point. 

1619.  "  Newly  corrected  and  augmented,"  printed  by  E.  G.  for 

Thomas  Walkley  ;  follows  the  1615  ed.  fairly  closely. 

1620.  In  the  surreptitious  Workes,  printed  by  John  Beale  for 

Thomas  Walkley ;  careless. 

1622.  In  Juvenilia ;  follows  1620  in  many  cases  ;  but  many 
alterations  are  also  introduced.  See  Bibliography. 

jc5s3.  ID  Juvenilia  :  except  in  two  or  three  places,  a  reprint  of 
the  1622  Juvenilia.  See  Bibliography. 


The  Occasion  of  the  Private  Impression  of 

this  Elegy.1 
Omnibus  ad  quos  pervenerit. 

To  prevent  those  that  would  else  be  inquisitive 
after  my  intent  in  the  dispersing  of  this  Elegy  among 
my  private  friends,  I  have  left  this  preface  to  inform 
them,  that,  after  my  liberty  seemed  to  add  a  period  to 
my  troubles,  and  I,  thinking  the  worst  past,  had 
afresh  settled  myself  to  some  serious  study,  wanting 
consideration  to  foresee  at  first  what  was  expedient 
for  him  to  be  furnished  withal,  that  would  compass  so 
a  great  business  as  my  phantasy  had  begun,  I  was 
forced  to  wrestle  with  so  many  lets  and  discourage 
ments  in  my  fortune  that,  with  all  my  endeavours, 
the  best  forwardness  I  could  bring  it  unto  was  that  I 
had  gotten  together  a  confused  heap  of  some  materials, 
necessary  for  such  a  structure  as  I  had  already  fashioned 
in  my  brain.  Yet  despairing  not,  but  comforting 
myself  with  hope,  that  I  should  notwithstanding  all 
disadvantages  one  day  be  able  to  set  together  in  an 
uniform  building  what  my  invention  had  yet  drawn  to 
nothing  but  an  undigested  pile  of  different  matters,  I 
still  added  something  more  to  that  chaos  of  conceits, 
such  as  I  deemed  necessary  either  to  strengthen  or 
adorn. 

Which  whilst  I  was  so  busied  about  that  I  almost 

1  This  preface  is  found  only  in  the  1615  edition. 
83 


84 


FIDELIA 


seemed  wholly  to  forget  the  looking  to  my  estate, 
Providence,  a  friend  that  I  was  never  yet  well  ac 
quainted  withal,  whispered  such  doubts,  provisos,  and 
considerations  into  my  ears,  as  half-startled  my  Muse, 
and  so  distempered  the  whole  frame  of  my  studies  that 
I  could  no  sooner  bend  my  invention  to  any  intended 
piece,  but  it  was  presently  confounded  by  the  intrusion 
of  some  molested  thoughts,  ofttimes  even  in  the  very 
height  of  conceit. 

Wherewith,  as  it  were,  awakened,  I  began  to  fore 
see  my  future  and  weigh  my  present  estate.  And 
having  noted  the  general  condition  of  man,  with  the 
uncertainty  of  this  world's  favours}  and  how  soon  for 
the  most  part  the  want  of  outward  fortunes  or  a  little 
trouble  will  make  the  best  friends  weary  of  their  dearest 
familiars,  if  they  become  but  a  little  chargeable,  I  saw 
reason  enough  to  doubt  that,  if  I  should  by  neglecting 
my  worthy  friends  to  apply  me  wholly  to  my  studies 
wear  myself  out  of  their  respect  and  acquaintance, 
perhaps  hereafter,  when  I  had  with  my  youth  wasted 
my  fortunes  and  by  much  labour  brought  to  pass  some 
what  for  others'  contentments,  one  mighty  fool  or 
other,  incensed  by  some  great  villain,  might  for  all  my 
pains  pick  an  unjust  quarrel,  and  cause  me  to  be  shut 
where,  despised  of  the  world,  forgotten  of  my  friends, 
and  beggared  in  my  estate,  I  may  lie  and  hear  myself 
pitied  only  by  a  few  good  natures  that  were  not  able 
to  help  me. 

And  for  the  present,  I  perceived  my  late  troubles 
had  already  not  only  wasted  my  time  with  the  hin- 
derance  of  my  fortunes,  but  also  brought  me  so  far 


FIDELIA  85 

behind  that  I  was  fain  to  engage  my  credit  further 
than  ever  I  thought  in  that  kind  to  do,  which  though 
I  should  forfeit  but  a  day,  and  that  never  so  much 
against  my  will,  many  I  see  would  be  ready  to  take 
that  advantage  to  my  disgrace,  whilst  few  or  none 
are  of  so  good-nature  or  noble  disposition  as  to  excuse 
me,  by  considering  the  troubles  I  had  passed  and  the 
many  unlooked-for  occasions  that  might  force  me  to 
such  an  inconvenience. 

Hereupon  I  resolved,  before  I  would  busy  my  head 
with  any  more  inventions  than  for  recreation  only,  to 
try  if  by  any  means  I  might  first  either  recover  my 
former  hinderances,  or  suit  my  mind  with  such  an 
estate  as  might  make  me  hereafter  able  of  myself, 
without  relying  on  any  others'  friendships,  to  bear  out 
the  brunt  of  ensuing  misadventures. 

Once  I  was  determined,  since  most  men  deemed 
me  a  prisoner  at  his  Majesty's  charge,  to  petition  that 
it  would  please  him  to  make  me  as  happy  in  deed  as  I 
was  in  opinion ;  but  when  I  remembered  how  little  I 
had  in  me  to  deserve  it,  and  understood  how  far  my 
Sovereign  was  from  being  so  much  as  acquainted  with 
my  endurance  till  his  justice  delivered  me,  and  withal 
knowing  how  many,  that  had  nothing  but  begging  to 
live  by,  depended  on  his  royal  bounty,  I  was  loth  to 
rob  them  of  their  occupation.  And  in  truth  I  feared 
also  lest  if  aught  were  granted  me,  I  should  have  been 
fain,  after  twelve  months'  dancing  attendance,  to  part 
with  three  moieties  to  get  one,  and  perhaps  to  some 
under-officer,  to  whom  the  being  beholding  would  be 
worse  to  me  than  three  years'  close  imprisonment. 


86 


FIDELIA 


But  knowing  somewhat  was  suddenly  to  be  deter 
mined  of,  to  prevent  loss  of  time  ;  and  seeing  the  best 
men,  with  their  noblest  actions,  obscured  by  poverty, 
while  wealth  made  the  owners  thereof  esteemed  of 
those  that  once  scorned  them,  and  the  base  means  by 
which  they  obtained  it  quite  forgotten ;  when  I  per 
ceived  also  the  greatest  men  thought  nothing  base  that 
might  increase  their  profit,  and  that  this  was  no  age 
to  stand  on  curious  terms  ;  I  found  small  reason  why 
I  should  think  scorn  to  undertake  any  course,  so  it 
were  honest,  that  might  bring  me  any  such  reasonable 
benefit,  whereby  I  might  be  enabled  to  keep  even 
with  the  world,  and  to  go  forward  with  what  I  in 
tended,  as  well  for  the  good  of  others  as  mine  own 
contentment. 

Therefore  finding  how  helpful  a  little  travel  with 
some  commodity  might  prove  to  my  intended  studies, 
at  first  I  purposing  a  voyage  meant  to  put  out  some 
what  among  my  friends  to  be  repaid  me  again  with 
reasonable  advantage  at  my  return. 

But  having  many  well-willers  that,  outwardly  pro 
fessing  me  more  than  an  ordinary  love,  seemed  desir 
ous  of  occasion  to  show  it,  I  was  advised  by  divers  of 
my  best  friends  to  imprint  this  Elegy,  and  to  put  it  out 
for  an  adventure  amongst  my  acquaintance  upon  a 
certain  consideration ;  yet  I  thought  it  fit,  before  I 
presumed  too  much  upon  them,  to  make  trial  how 
they  stood  affected  to  such  a  project.  And  indeed 
no  sooner  had  I  discovered  my  intent  but  I  found 
every  man  in  whom  I  had  any  confidence  so  volun 
tarily  ready  to  accept  it  that  I  have  now  set  it  on  foot, 


FIDELIA  87 

and  hope  thereby  to  make  myself  able  to  compass  that 
which  shall  make  both  me  and  them  gainers  by  the 
bargain. 

Yet  I  trust  no  man  will  imagine  that  I  am  driven 
to  use  this  as  my  ultimum  refugium  ;  for  let  this  fail, 
and  the  worst  that  can  betide  me,  yet  I  am  verily  per 
suaded  God  will  so  provide  for  me  that  I  shall  ever 
find  an  estate,  or  sure  a  mind  at  least,  as  shall  make 
me  content. 

And  therefore  I  have  undertaken  this  not  altogether 
in  hope  of  profit,  but  being  an  honest  enterprise  I  rather 
attempt  it,  partly  to  make  trial  who  are  my  friends,  and 
partly  to  show  this  great  world  that  the  little  world 
of  my  mind  is  not  so  barren  but  it  can  out  of  itself 
spare  somewhat  wherewithal  to  make  traffic  for  others' 
best  commodities.  In  which  my  comfort  is,  if  I  have 
an  ill  voyage,  none  but  I  myself  shall  be  in  danger  to 
lose  anything,  whereas  if  I  make  a  prosperous  return 
many  are  like  to  gain,  and  perhaps,  too,  more  than 
they  had  ever  hope  of. 

Now  this  (among  other  poems  in  my  hand,  long 
since  penned,  whereof  some  might  peradventure  have 
been  thought  fitter  for  such  a  purpose)  for  two  reasons 
I  have  made  use  of.  First,  for  that  it  pleased  sundry  of 
my  friends  to  make  choice  hereof.  Secondly,  I  know 
ing  how  jealous  these  times  are  of  my  writings,  and 
how  ready  some  would  be  to  take  occasion  of  hurting 
me,  though  they  everlastingly  disgraced  themselves, 
thought  it  good  policy  to  take  such  a  piece  as  I  was 
certain  would  be  free  from  the  least  exception ;  where 
as  else,  when  I  shall  look  to  have  the  liberty  of  the 


88  FIDELIA 

whole  world  to  wander  in,  I  may  chance  once  again 
to  be  scarce  allowed  two  rooms  to  walk  in.  The 
subject  is  but  light,  yet  those  I  know  that  desire  to  do 
me  good  will  no  less  accept  thereof,  than  if  it  were  a 
jewel  of  some  greater  value. 

Example  of  such  undertakings  we  daily  see  in 
gentlemen,  both  of  good  birth  and  reasonable  fortunes ; 
only  this  difference  there  is,  they  put  out  their  money, 
and  I,  not  only  that  which  some  will  more  esteem, 
but  what  without  me  no  money  can  purchase.  They 
seek  their  own  commodity,  and  I,  with  my  particular 
profit,  to  be  able  to  do  my  friends  and  country  good. 

By  this  means  also  I  shall  be  sure  to  be  beholding 
to  none  but  those  that  love  virtue  or  me,  and  pre 
serve  the  unequalled  happiness  of  a  free  spirit. 
Whereas  else,  being  forced  to  accept  of  some  particu 
lar  bounties,  it  may  be  blinded  by  seeming  courtesies, 
I  might  fall  into  the  common  baseness  incident  to 
flatterers,  and  so  at  length  become  like  those  great 
clergymen  of  our  times,  who  dare  not  upbraid  all  sins 
for  fear  they  should  seem  so  saucy  as  to  reprehend 
their  patrons. 

Yet  the  best  is,  I  see  few  apt  to  corrupt  any  with 
their  liberality  ;  though  I  make  no  question  there  be 
such,  and  some  PHILIPS  too,  that  if  they  knew  the 
danger  of  a  flatterer  would  think  themselves  as  much 
honoured  by  that  boy  who  should  every  day  remember 
them,  They  were  but  men,  as  ALEXANDER  could  be 
by  his  sly  courtiers,  who  hourly  proclaimed  him  the 
son  of  JUPITER. 

But  I  do  not  greatly  doubt  any  such  alteration ; 


FIDELIA  89 

for,  whatever  my  fortunes  be,  so  far  is  my  mind  in  love 
with  her  own  liberty  that  with  more  contentment 
could  I  die  in  poverty  than  live  in  abundance  subjected 
to  baseness.  For  I  cannot  admire  any  one  because  he 
is  rich,  nor  believe  a  man  aught  the  wiser  for  his 
titles  ;  I  shall  never  praise  my  lord's  running-horse, 
that  is  a  jade,  to  please  him  ;  nor  fashion  myself  to 
humour  his  follies  for  his  revenues  ;  I  cannot  laugh 
when  he  doth,  unless  I  see  some  occasion  ;  nor  be  sad 
when  he  is  so,  unless  I  love  him.  Nor  shall  I  ever 
need  to  do  so,  if  my  friends  continue  but  so  much  love 
as  they  have  now  begun  to  make  show  of.  For  some 
of  my  acquaintance,  out  of  their  own  worth  only, 
others,  merely  moved  by  their  good-will  towards  me, 
have  freely  proffered  more  than  ever  I  could  of  myself 
have  requested  ;  yea,  many  in  a  sort  strangers  (partly 
in  consideration  of  the  good  they  seemed  to  have 
received  from  my  former  pains,  and  partly  in  hope  to 
make  me  able  to  perform  some  greater  matter)  have 
both  by  their  promises  and  persuasions  so  encouraged 
me,  as  I  have  resolved  to  make  trial  of  the  world's 
fair  shows  of  new-professed  friendship. 

If  it  take  effect,  I  shall  thereby  find  means  to  free 
myself  from  those  cares  which  might  else  much  abate 
the  vigour  of  my  spirit,  trouble  my  inventions,  and 
consume  my  youth,  before  I  could  be  fit  to  settle  my 
self  about  that,  which,  if  I  may  live  to  effect  according 
to  my  intent,  will  require,  besides  an  undistempered 
mind,  all  the  best  assistances  of  Nature  with  the 
utmost  of  my  endeavours. 

And  if  I  fail  in  my  hopes  it  shall  never  discontent  me, 


90  FIDELIA 

for  my  greatest  loss  will  be  but  a  little  labour,  which 
will  be  another  way  very  well  recompensed,  for  when  I 
shall  perceive  the  no-trust  that  is  to  be  reposed  on 
this  world's  love,  I  shall  ever  after  be  so  far  from 
flattering  myself  again  with  any  such  confidence,  or 
troubling  my  mind  with  studying  after  others'  satisfac 
tions,  as  I  will  persuade  myself  all  my  former  deter 
minations  were  but  impossible  Ideas,  and  with  less 
charge  and  pain  enjoy  alone  that  delight  and  content 
ment  which  with  dis-easing  myself  I  should  but  share 
amongst  an  unthankful  multitude. 

But  I  make  no  question  I  shall  find  as  good  success 
in  this  as  I  do  or  can  justly  expect,  and  the  sooner, 
because  as  the  project  is  honest,  so  it  is  unhurtful  to 
all.  And  my  comfort  is,  if  any  should  in  their  foolish 
imagination  deem  me  aught  disparaged  thereby,  it 
were  but  their  weakness  to  think  so  ;  for  in  respect  of 
those  base  courses,  suits,  and  enterprises,  by  which 
some  men  now  of  great  account  have  increased  and 
raised  their  fortunes  out  of  the  dung-hill,  I  hold  this 
honourable,  seeing  I  shall  receive  willingly  with  love 
what  they  against  men's  wills  have  either  defrauded 
by  subtleties  or  extorted  by  violence. 

But  what  mean  I  ?  My  intent  is  by  this  time  suffi 
ciently  understood,  and  there  needs  no  more  apologies 
to  my  friends,  because  they  will  approve  or  hold  it  in 
different,  and,  questionless,  to  their  power  further  it. 
Now,  as  for  others,  they  shall  by  my  will  never  come 
to  the  honour  or  credit  to  be  acquainted  with  a 
FIDELIA. 

Valete. 


FIDELIA  91 


The  Stationer  to  the  Reader.1 

THIS  Epistle  intituled  Fidelia  was  long  since 
imprinted  to  the  use  of  the  Author,  who  by  the 
entreaty  of  some  of  his  acquaintance  was  content  to 
bestow  it  on  such  as  had  voluntarily  requested  it  in 
way  of  an  adventure.  But  having  dispersed  many, 
and  remembering  how  far  it  would  be  from  his  dis 
position  to  lay  claim  to  proffered  gratuities,  he  wholly 
repented  himself  of  what  indeed  he  never  well 
approved  of,  and  how  ; justly  soever  he  might  have 
challenged,  more  than  many  would  have  lost ;  yet 
instead  of  being  beholding,  is  resolved  rather  to  make 
those  that  have  received  any  of  his  books  a  little 
beholding  to  him,  in  freely  forgiving  them  their  un- 
urged  promises.  And  forasmuch  as  he  perceives  that 
it  hath  delighted  some,  and  is  never  likely  to  prejudice 
any,  it  hath  pleased  him  that  I  should  publish  it  to  my 
own  benefit,  so  long  as  I  shall  in  the  imprinting  thereof 
carefully  respect  his  credit,  which  as  I  never  intend  to 
fail  of,  on  my  part,  so  (hoping  you  that  shall  read  it 
will  on  your  behalfs  censure  it  with  as  little  ill-meaning 
to  him  as  he  had  malice  towards  you  in  the  composing 
thereof)  I  commit  it  to  your  discretions,  and  wish  I 
could  as  well  present  you  with  all  he  hath  been 
Author  of. 

Yours, 

GEORGE  NORTON. 

1  From  the  editions  of  1617  and  1619. 


An  Elegiacal  Epistle  of 

FIDELIA 
to  her  unconstant  friend. 

THE  ARGUMENT. 

This  Elegiacal  Epistle,  being  a  fragment  of  some 
greater  poem ,  discovers  the  modest  affections  of  a  discreet 
and  constant  woman,  shadowed  under  the  name  of 
Fidelia;  wherein  you  may  perceive  the  height  of  their 
passions,  so  far  as  they  seem  to  agree  with  reason,  and 
keep  within  such  decent  bounds  as  beseemeth  their  sex  ; 
butfitrther  it  meddles  not.  The  occasion  seems  to  pro 
ceed  from  some  mutability  in  her  friend,  whose  objec 
tions  she  here  presupposing  confuteth,  and  in  the  person 
of  him  justly  upbraideth  all  that  are  subject  to  the  like 
change  or  fickleness  in  mind.  Among  the  rest,  some 
more  weighty  arguments  than  are,  perhaps,  expected  in 
such  a  subject,  are  briefly ,  and  yet  somewhat  serious //• 
handled. 

OFT  I  heard  tell,  and  now  for  truth  I  find, 
Once  o,ut  of  sight,  and  quickly  out  of  mind. 
And  that  it  hath  been  rightly  said  of  old, 
Love  that's  soon'st  hot,  is  ever  soonest  cold. 

1.  i.     So  1615,  '17,  '19.     'Oft  I  have  heard  tell,'  1620,  '22,  '33, 
93 


94 


FIDELIA 


Or  else  my  tears  at  this  time  had  not  stain'd 

The  spotless  paper,  nor  my  lines  complain'd. 

I  had  not  now  been  forced  to  have  sent 

These  for  the  nuncios  of  my  discontent, 

Or  thus  exchanged  so  unhappily 

My  songs  of  mirth,  to  write  an  elegy.  10 

But  now  I  must  ;  and  since  I  must  do  so, 

Let  me  but  crave  thou  wilt  not  flout  my  woe, 

Nor  entertain  my  sorrows  with  a  scoff, 

But  at  least  read  them,  ere  thou  cast  them  off. 

And,  though  thy  heart's  too  hard  to  have  compassion. 

If  thou'lt  not  pity,  do  not  blame  my  passion ; 

For  well  thou  know'st  (alas,  that  e'er  'twas  known) 

There  was  a  time,  although  that  time  be  gone, 

I,  that  for  this  scarce  dare  a  beggar  be, 

Presumed  for  more  to  have  commanded  thee.  20 

Yea,  the  day  was  (but  see  how  things  may  change) 

When  thou  and  I  have  not  been  half  so  strange, 

But  oft  embraced  with  a  gentle  greeting, 

And  no  worse  words  than  '  turtle-dove '  or  '  sweeting.' 

Yea,  had  thy  meaning  and  those  vows  of  thine 

Proved  but  as  faithful  and  as  true  as  mine, 

It  still  had  been  so ;  for  (I  do  not  feign) 

1.  8.  So  1615,  '17,  "19,  '20.  1622  reads  '  These  lines  for 
nuncios',  1633  'Those  .  .  .' 

1.  9.     So  1615,  '17,  '19,  '20.     '  Nor  thus,'  1622,  '33. 

1.  14.  So  1615,  '17,  19.  1620,  '.  ..  ere  thou  put  them  off.' 
1622,  '33,  '  But  read  at  least  before  thou  cast  them  off.' 

1.  16.  So  1615,  '17,  '19,  '20,  1622,  '33  read  '  Oh  blame 
not,  if  thou  pity  not,  my  passion.' 

1.  23.  So  1615,  '17,  '19,  '20.  1622,  '33  read  '  But  oft  em 
braced  each  other,  gently  greeting.' 

1.  24.  So  1615,  '17,  '19,  '20.  1622,  '33  read  'With  such 
kind  words  as  .  .  .' 


FIDELIA  95 

I  should  rejoice  it  might  be  so  again. 
But,  sith  thy  love  grows  cold,  and  thou  unkind, 
Be  not  displeas'd  I  somewhat  breathe  my  mind ;     30 
I  am  in  hope  my  words  may  prove  a  mirror, 
Whereon  thou  looking  may'st  behold  thine  error. 
And  yet  the  heaven  and  my  sad  heart  doth  know 
How  griev'd  I  am,  and  with  what  feeling  woe 
My  mind  is  tortured,  to  think  that  I 
Should  be  the  brand  of  thy  disloyalty, 
Or  live  to  be  the  author  of  a  line 
That  shall  be  tainted  with  a  fault  of  thine  ; 
Since  if  that  thou  but  slightly  touched  be, 
Deep  wounds  of  grief  and  shame  it  strikes  in  me  ;       40 
And  yet  I  must  ;  ill  hap  compels  me  to 
What  I  ne'er  thought  to  have  had  cause  to  do. 
And  therefore,  seeing  that  some  angry  Fate 
Imposes  on  me  what  I  so  much  hate, 
Or  since  it  is  so,  that  the  powers  divine 
Me  miserable  to  such  cares  assign, 
Oh  that  Love's  patron,  or  some  sacred  Muse, 
Amongst  my  passions  would  such  art  infuse, 
My  well-framed  words  and  airy  sighs  might  prove 
The  happy  blasts  to  re-inflame  thy  love.  50 

Or  at  least  touch  thee  with  thy  fault  so  near, 
That  thoumight'st  see  thou  wrong'st  who  held  thee  dear, 
Seeing,  confess  the  same,  and  so  abhor  it, 
Abhorring,  pity,  and  repent  thee  for  it. 
But,  dear, — I  hope  that  I  may  call  thee  so, 

1.  38.     So  1615,    '19.      1620,  '22,    '33    read     'printed'    for 
'  tainted.' 
1.  42.     '  had  '  omitted  in  1619,  '20. 


96 


FIDELIA 


For  thou  art  dear  to  me,  although  a  foe — 

Tell  me,  is 't  true  that  I  do  hear  of  thee, 

And  by  thy  absence  now  so  seems  to  be  ? 

Can  such  abuse  be  in  thy  court  of  Love, 

False  and  inconstant  now,  thou  he  should'st  prove,    60 

He,  that  so  woeful  and  so  pensive  sate 

Vowing  his  service  at  my  feet  of  late  ? 

Art  thou  that  quondam  lover,  whose  sad  eye 

I  never  saw  yet  in  my  presence  dry, 

And  from  whose  gentle-seeming  tongue  I  know 

So  many  pity-moving  words  could  flow  ? 

Was  't  thou  so  soughtst  my  love,  so  seeking  that 

As  if  it  had  been  all  th'  hadst  aimed  at, 

Making  me  think  thy  passion  without  stain, 

And  gently  quite  thee  with  my  love  again  ?  70 

With  this  persuasion  I  so  fairly  placed  it, 

Nor  Time  nor  Envy  should  have  e'er  defaced  it. 

Is  't  so  ?  have  I  done  thus  much  ?  and  art  thou 

So  overcloyed  with  my  favours  now  ? 

Art  wearied  since  with  loving,  and  estranged 

So  far  ?     Is  thy  affection  so  much  changed, 

That  I  of  all  my  hopes  must  be  deceived, 

And  all  good  thoughts  of  thee  be  quite  bereaved  ? 

Then  I  find  true,  which  long  before  this  day 
I  fear'd  myself,  and  heard  some  wiser  say,  80 

That  there  is  nought  on  earth  so  sweet  that  can 
Long  relish  with  the  curious  taste  of  man. 

1.  58.     So  1615,  '19,  '20.     1622,  '33  read  'And  by  thy  absence 
true  appears  to  be.' 

1.  59.     So  1615,  '19,  '20.  So  1622,  '33  read  '  the  court  of  Love.' 
1.  64.     So  1615,  '19,  '20.     1622,  '33,  '  I  seldom  saw  yet .  .  .' 
1.  79.     So  1615,  '19,  '20.     1622,  '33,  'Then  true  I  find.' 


FIDELIA  97 

Happy  was  I ;  yea,  well  it  was  with  me, 
Before  I  came  to  be  bewitch'd  by  thee. 
I  joy'd  the  sweet'st  content  that  ever  maid 
Possessed  yet ;  and  truly  well-a-paid, 
Made  to  myself  alone  as  pleasant  mirth 
As  ever  any  virgin  did  on  earth. 
The  melody  I  used  was  free,  and  such 
As  that  bird  makes  whom  never  hand  did  touch  ;    90 
But,  unallured  with  fowlers'  whistling,  flies 
Above  the  reach  of  human  treacheries. 

And,  well  I  do  remember,  often  then 
Could  I  read  o'er  the  policies  of  men, 
Discover  what  uncertainties  they  were, 
How    they    would    sigh,    look    sad,    protest,    and 

swear ; 

Nay,  feign  to  die,  when  they  did  never  prove 
The  slend'rest  touch  of  a  right  worthy  love, 
But  had  chilled  hearts,  whose  dulness  understood 
No  more  of  passion  than  they  did  of  good.  100 

All  which  I  noted  well,  and  in  my  mind, 
A  general  humour  amongst  womenkind, 
This  vow  I  made,  thinking  to  keep  it  than, 
That  never  the  fair  tongue  of  any  man, 
Nor  his  complaint,  though  never  so  much  grieved, 
Should  move  my  heart  to  liking  whilst  I  lived. 

But,  who  can  say,  what  she  shall  live  to  do  ? 
I  have  believed,  and  let  in  liking  too, 
And  that  so  far,  I  cannot  yet  see  how 
I  may  so  much  as  hope  to  help  it  now  ;  no 

Which  makes  me  think,  whate'er  we  women   say, 
Another  mind  will  come  another  day ; 
VOL.  I.  7 


98  FIDELIA 

And  that  men  may  to  things  unhoped  for  climb, 
Who  watch  but  opportunity  and  time. 

For  'tis  well  known  we  were  not  made  of  clay, 
Or  such  coarse  and  ill-temper'd  stuff  as  they. 
For  He  that  framed  us  of  their  flesh,  did  deign 
When  'twas  at  best,  to  new  refine  't  again. 
Which  makes  us  ever  since  the  kinder  creatures, 
Of  far  more  flexible  and  yielding  natures.  120 

And  as  we  oft  excel  in  outward  parts, 
So  we  have  nobler  and  more  gentle  hearts  ; 
Which  you  well  knowing,  daily  do  devise 
How  to  imprint  on  them  your  cruelties. 

But  do  I  find  my  cause  thus  bad  indeed  ? 
Or  else  on  things  imaginary  feed  ? 
Am  I  the  lass  that  late  so  truly  jolly 
Made  myself  merry  oft,  at  others'  folly  ? 
Am  I  the  nymph  that  Cupid's  fancies  blamed, 
That  was  so  cold,  so  hard  to  be  inflamed?  130 

Am  I  myself?  or  is  myself  that  she 
Who  from  this  thraldom  or  such  falsehoods  free, 
Late  own'd  mine  own  heart,  and  full  merry  then, 
Did  forewarn  others  to  beware  of  men  ? 
And  could  not,  having  taught  them  what  to  do, 
Now  learn  myself  to  take  heed  of  you  too  ? 
Fool  that  I  am,  I  fear  my  guerdon's  just, 
In  that  I  knew  this,  and  presumed  to  trust. 
And  yet,  alas,  for  ought  that  I  could  tell, 
One  spark  of  goodness  in  the  world  might  dwell :  140 
And  then  I  thought,  if  such  a  thing  might  be, 
Why  might  not  that  one  spark  remain  in  thee  ? 
For  thy  fair  outside,  and  thy  fairer  tongue, 


FIDELIA  99. 

Promised  much,  although  thy  years  were  young. 
And  Virtue,  wheresoever  she  be  now, 
Seem'd  then  to  sit  enthroned  upon  thy  brow. 
Yea,  sure  it  was  :  but,  whether  'twere  or  no, 
Certain  I  am,  I  was  persuaded  so  : 
Which  made  me  loth  to  think  that  words  of  fashion, 
Could  be  so  framed,  so  overlaid  with  passion,         150 
Or  sighs  so  feeling  feign'd  from  any  breast. 
Nay,  say  thou  hadst  been  false  in  all  the  rest, 
Yet  from  thy  eye,  my  heart  such  notice  took, 
Methought,  guile  could  not  feign  so  sad  a  look. 
But  now  I've  tried,  my  bought  experience  knows, 
They  are  oft  worse  that  make  the  fairest  shows. 
And  howsoe'er  men  feign  an  outward  grieving, 
'Tis  neither  worth  respecting,  nor  believing  : 
For,  she  that  doth  one  to  her  mercy  take, 
Warms  in  her  bosom  but  a  frozen  snake,  160 

Which,  heated  with  her  favours,  gathers  sense, 
And  stings  her  to  the  heart  in  recompense.  - 
But  tell  me  why,  and  for  what  secret  spite 
You  in  poor  women's  miseries  delight  ? 
For  so  it  seems  ;  else  why  d'ye  labour  for 
That  which,  when  'tis  obtain'd,  you  do  abhor  ? 
Or  to  what  end  do  you  endure  such  pain 
To  win  our  love,  and  cast  it  off  again  ? 
Oh !  that  we  either  your  hard  hearts  could  borrow, 
Or  else  your  strengths,  to  help  us  bear  our  sorrow.    1 70 

1.  144.     So  1615,  '19,  '20.     1622,  '33,  '  Did  promise.' 
1.  148.     So  1615,  '19.     1620,  '22,  '33,  '  Certain  I  am,  and  was 
persuaded  so.' 

1.  156.     So  1615,  '19,  '20.     1622,  '33,  '  They  oft  are  worst.' 
1.  166.    So  1615,  '19,  '20.  1622,  '33,    .  .  .  obtained,  you  abhor.* 


IOO 


FIDELIA 


But  we  are  cause  of  all  this  grief  and  shame, 
And  we  have  none  but  our  own  selves  to  blame  : 
For  still  we  see  your  falsehoods  for  our  learning, 
Yet  never  can  have  power  to  take  't  for  warning ; 
But,  as  if  born  to  be  deluded  by  you, 
We  know  you  trustless,  and  yet  still  we  try  you. 

Alas,  what  wrong  was  in  my  power  to  do  thee  ? 
Or  what  despite  have  I  e'er  done  unto  the? 
That  thou  shouldst  choose  me,  above  all  the  rest, 
To  be  thy  scorn,  and  thus  be  made  a  jest  ?  180 

Must  men's  ill  natures  such  true  villains  prove  them, 
To  make  them  only  wrong  those  most  that  love  them  ? 
Couldst  thou  find  none  in  country,  town,  or  court, 
But  only  me,  to  make  thy  fool,  thy  sport  ? 
Thou  know'st  I  have  no  wanton  courses  run, 
Nor  seemed  easy  unto  lewdness  won  ; 
And,  though  I  cannot  boast  me  of  much  wit, 
Thou  saw'st  no  sign  of  fondness  in  me  yet ; 
Nor  did  ill  nature  ever  so  o'ersway  me, 
To  flout  at  any  that  did  woo  or  pray  me.  190 

But  grant  I  had  been  guilty  of  abusage, 
Of  thee  I'm  sure  I  ne'er  deserved  such  usage. 
But  thou  wert  grieved  to  behold  my  smilings, 
"When  I  was  free  from  love  and  thy  beguilings, 
Or  to  what  purpose  else  didst  thou  bestow 
Thy  time  and  study  to  delude  me  so  ? 
Hast  thou  good  parts  ?  and  dost  thou  bend  them  all 
To  bring  those  that  ne'er  hated  thee  in  thrall  ? 


1.173.     'Falsehoods'        _. 

1.  182.     So  1615,  19.     1620  omits  '  only.      1622,   33  read    To 
make  them  wrong  those  most  that  most  do  love  them.' 


1615, '19, '20.     1622, '33,  'falsehood.' 
162 


FIDELIA  ior 

Prithee  take  heed,  although  thou  yet  enjoy'st  them, 
They'll  be  took  from   thee,    if  thou   so    employ'st 
them.  200 

For  though  I  wish  not  the  least  harm  to  thee, 
I  fear,  the  just  heavens  will  revenged  be. 

Oh  !  what  of  me  by  this  time  had  become, 
If  nry  desires  with  thine  had  happed  to  roam, 
Or  I  unwisely  had  consented  to 
What,  shameless,  once  thou  didst  attempt  to  do  ? 
I  might  have  fall'n  by  those  immodest  tricks, 
Had  not  some  power  been  stronger  than  my  sex  ; 
And  if  I  should  have  so  been  drawn  to  folly, 
I  saw  thee  apt  enough  to  be  unholy ;  210 

Or  if  my  weakness  had  been  prone  to  sin, 
I  poorly  by  thy  strength  had  succour'd  bin. 
You  men  make  us  believe  you  do  but  try  ; 
And  that's  your  part,  you  say  ;  ours  to  deny. 
Yet  I  much  fear,  if  we  through  frailty  stray, 
There's  few  of  you  within  your  bounds  will  stay, 
But,  maugre  all  your  seeming  virtue,  be 
As  ready  to  forget  yourselves  as  we. 

I  might  have  fear'd  thy  part  of  love  not  strong, 
When  thou  didst  offer  me  so  base  a  wrong  ;  220 

And  that  I  after  loath'd  thee  not,  did  prove 
In  me  some  extra-ordinary  love. 
For  sure  had  any  other  but  in  thought 
Presum'd  unworthily  what  thou  hast  sought, 
Might  it  appear,  I  should  do  thus  much  for  him, 
With  a  scarce  reconciled  hate  abhor  him. 

My  young  experience  never  yet  did  know 
Whether  desire  might  range  so  far,  or  no, 


102 


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To  make  true  lovers  carelessly  request, 

What  rash  enjoying  makes  them  most  unblest,       230 

Or  blindly  thorough  frailty  give  consenting 

To  that,  which  done  brings  nothing  but  repenting. 

But  in  my  judgment  it  doth  rather  prove 

That  thou  art  fired  with  lust,  than  warm'd  with  love. 

And  if  it  be  for  proof  men  so  proceed, 

It  shows  a  doubt ;  else  what  do  trials  need  ? 

And  where  is  that  man  living  ever  knew 

That  false  distrust  could  be  with  love  that's  true  ? 

Since  the  mere  cause  of  that  unblamed  effect, 

Such  an  opinion  is,  that  hates  suspect.  240 

And  yet,  I  will  thee  and  thy  love  excuse, 

If  thou  wilt  neither  me  nor  mine  abuse. 

For  I'll  suppose  thy  passion  made  thee  proffer 

That  unto  me  thou  to  none  else  wouldst  offer. 

And  so,  think  thou,  if  I  have  thee  denied, 

Whom  I  more  loved  than  all  men  else  beside, 

What  hope  have  they  such  favours  to  obtain 

That  never  half  so  much  respect  could  gain  ? 

Such  was  my  love,  that  I  did  value  thee 
Above  all  things  below  eternity.  250 

Nothing  on  earth  unto  my  heart  was  nearer, 
No  joy  so  prized,  nor  no  jewel  dearer. 
Nay,  I  do  fear  I  did  idolatrize ; 
For  which  heaven's  wrath  inflicts  these  miseries, 

1.  230.    So  1615,  '19,  and  '33.    1620  and  '22  give  '  enjoyning.' 

1.  234.  So  1615,  '19,  '20.  1622,  '33  read  '  That  they  are 
fired  .  .  .' 

1.  240.    1615,  '17  give  'as  hates  suspect." 

1.  241.  So  1615,  '17,  '19,  '20.  1622,  '33  read  'And  yet 
thee  and  thy  love  I  will  excuse.' 

1.  247.     1615,  '17,  '19  give  'favours.'    1620,  22,  '33,  'favour.' 


FIDELIA  103 

And  makes  the  things  which  it  for  blessings  sent, 

To  be  renewers  of  my  discontent. 

Where  was  there  any  of  the  Naiades, 

The  Dryads,  or  the  Hamadryades  ? 

Which  of  the  British  shires  can  yield  again 

A  mistress  of  the  springs,  or  wood,  or  plain  ?          260 

Whose  eye  enjoyed  more  sweet  contents  than  mine, 

Till  I  received  my  overthrow  by  thine  ? 

Where's  she  did  more  delight  in  springs  and  rills  ? 

Where's  she  that  walk'd  more  groves,  or  downs,  or 

hills  ? 

Or  could  by  such  fair  artless  prospects,  more 
Add  by  conceit  to  her  contentment's  store 
Than  I,  whilst  thou  wert  true,  and  with  thy  graces 
Didst  give  a  pleasing  presence  to  those  places  ? 
But  now  what  is,  what  was  hath  overthrown, 
My  rose-deck'd  alleys  now  with  rue  are  strown ;    270 
And  from  those  flowers  that  honeyed  use  to  be, 
I  suck  nought  now  but  juice  to  poison  me. 

For  ev'n  as  she,  whose  gentle  spirit  can  rise 
To  apprehend  Love's  noble  mysteries, 
Spying  a  precious  jewel  richly  set 
Shine  in  some  corner  of  her  cabinet, 
Taketh  delight  at  first  to  gaze  upon 
The  pretty  lustre  of  the  sparkling  stone, 
And  pleased  in  mind,  by  that  doth  seem  to  see 
How  virtue  shines  through  base  obscurity,  280 

But  prying  nearer,  seeing  it  doth  prove 
Some  relic  of  her  dear  deceased  love, 

1.  255.     So  1615,   '17,  '19.     1620   'is'  for   (it.'     1622,   '33, 
«...  which  were  for  blessings  lent/ 


104 


FIDELIA 


Which  to  her  sad  remembrance  doth  lay  ope 
What  she  most  sought  and  sees  most  far  from  hope, 
Fainting  almost  beneath  her  passion's  weight, 
And  quite  forgetful  of  her  first  conceit, 
Looking  upon  't  again,  from  thence  she  borrows 
Sad  melancholy  thoughts  to  feed  her  sorrows  : 

So  I,  beholding  Nature's  curious  bowers, 
Ciel'd,  strow'd,  and  trimm'd  up  with  leaves,  herbs, 
and  flowers,  290 

Walk  pleased  on  a  while,  and  do  devise 
How  on  each  object  I  may  moralize. 
But  ere  I  pace  on  many  steps,  I  see 
There  stands  a  hawthorn  that  was  trimm'd  by  thee  : 
Here  thou  didst  once  slip  off  the  virgin  sprays 
To  crown  me  with  a  wreath  of  living  bays. 
On  such  a  bank  I  see  how  thou  didst  lie, 
When,  viewing  of  a  shady  mulberry, 
The  hard  mishap  thou  didst  to  me  discuss 
Of  loving  Thisbe  and  young  Pyramus  :  300 

And  oh,  think  I,  how  pleasing  was  it  then, 
Or  would  be  yet,  might  he  return  again. 
But  if  some  neighbouring  row  do  draw  me  to 
Those  arbours,  where  the  shadows  seem  to  woo 
The  weary  lovesick  passenger  to  sit 
And  view  the  beauties  Nature  strows  on  it ; 
How  fair,  think  I,  would  this  sweet  place  appear 
If  he  I  love  were  sporting  with  me  here  ! 
Nay,  every  several  object  that  I  see 
Doth  severally,  methinks,  remember  thee.  310 

1.    308.     So  1615,  '17,  '19,  '20.      1622,  '33  give   'present' 
for  'sporting.' 


FIDELIA  105 

But  the  delight  I  used  from  it  to  gather, 

I  now  exchange  for  cares,  and  seek  them  rather. 

But  those  whose  dull  and  gross  affections  can 
Extend  but  only  to  desire  a  man, 
Cannot  the  depth  of  these  rare  passions  know, 
For  their  imaginations  flag  too  low. 
And  'cause  their  base  conceits  do  apprehend 
Nothing  but  that  whereto  the  flesh  doth  tend  ; 
In  Love's  embraces  they  ne'er  reach  unto 
More  of  content  than  the  brute  creatures  do.  320 

Neither  can  any  judge  of  this,  but  such 
Whose  braver  minds  for  braver  thoughts  do  touch 
And  having  spirits  of  a  nobler  frame, 
Feel  the  true  heat  of  Love's  unquenched  flame ; 
They  may  conceive  aright  what  smarting  sting 
To  their  remembrances  the  place  will  bring, 
Where  they  did  once  enjoy,  and  then  do  miss, 
What  to  their  souls  most  dear  and  precious  is. 
With  me  'tis  so  ;  for  those  walks  that  once  seem'd 
Pleasing,  when  I  of  thee  was  more  esteem'd,          330 
To  me  appear  most  desolate  and  lonely, 
And  are  the  places  now  of  torment  only. 
Where  I  the  highest  of  contents  did  borrow, 
There  am  I  paid  it  home  with  treble  sorrow. 

Unto  one  place,  I  do  remember  well, 
We  walk'd  the  evenings  to  hear  Philomel ; 
And  that  seems  now  to  want  the  light  it  had  ; 
The  shadow  of  the  grove's  more  dull  and  sad, 

I.  311.    So    1615,  '17,    '19,   '20.     1622,  '33  read  '.  .  .  from 
thence  to  gather.' 
1.  334.     '  treble,'  1615,  '17,  '19,  '20.     1622,  '33  give  '  deepest.' 


io6 


FIDELIA 


As  if  it  were  a  place  but  fit  for  fowls 

That  screech  ill-luck  ;  as  melancholy  owls,  340 

Or  fatal  ravens  that,  seld  boding  good, 

Croak  their  black  auguries  from  some  dark  wood. 

Then  if  from  thence  I  half-despairing  go, 
Another  place  begins  another  woe  : 
For  thus  unto  my  thought  it  seems  to  say, 
"  Hither  thou  saw'st  him  riding  once  that  way 
Thither  to  meet  him  thou  didst  nimbly  haste  thee, 
Yond  he  alighted,  and  ev'n  there  embraced  thee :  " 
Which  whilst  I  sighing  wish  to  do  again, 
Another  object  brings  another  pain.  350 

For  passing  by  that  green,  which,  could  it  speak, 
Would  tell  it  saw  us  run  at  barley-break, 
There  I  beheld  what  on  a  thin-rind  tree 
Thou  hadst  engraven  for  the  love  of  me, 
When  we  two  all  alone  in  heat  of  day 
With  chaste  embraces  drave  swift  hours  away. 
Then  I  remember  too,  unto  my  smart, 
How  loth  we  were  when  time  compell'd  to  part; 
How  cunningly  thy  passions  thou  couldst  feign 
In  taking  leave,  and  coming  back  again  360 

So  oft,  until,  as  seeming  to  forget 
We  were  departing,  down  again  we  set, 
And  freshly  in  that  sweet  discourse  went  on, 
Which  now  I  almost  faint  to  think  upon. 

Viewing  again  those  other  walks  and  groves 

1.348.  'Yond,'  1615;  'Yon,'  1617,  '19, '20,  '22.  1633  gives 
'  Yea.' 

1.  355.  'all  alone,'  1615,  '17,  19.  1620,  '22,  '33,  'all 
one.' 


FIDELIA  107 

That  have  been  witnesses  of  our  chaste  loves, 
When  I  beheld  those  trees  whose  tender  skin 
Hath  that  cut  out  which  still  cuts  me  within, 
Or  come,  by  chance,  unto  that  pretty  rill 
Where  thou  wouldst  sit,  and  teach  the  neighbour 
ing  hill  370 
To  answer,  in  an  echo,  unto  those 
Rare  problems  which  thou  often  didst  propose  ; 
When  I  come  there,  think  I,  if  these  could  take 
That  use  of  words  and  speech  which  we  partake, 
They  might  unfold  a  thousand  pleasures  then 
Which  I  shall  never  live  to  taste  again. 
And  thereupon,  remembrance  doth  so  rack 
My  thoughts,  with  representing  what  I  lack, 
That  in  my  mind  those  clerks  do  argue  well, 
Which  hold  privation  the  great'st  plague  of  hell.    380 
For  there's  no  torment  gripes  me  half  so  bad, 
As  the  remembrance  of  those  joys  I  had. 

Oh,  hast  thou  quite  forgot,  when  sitting  by 
The  banks  of  Thame,  beholding  how  the  fry 
Play'd  on  the  silver-waves—there  where  I  first 
Granted  to  make  my  fortune  thus  accurst ; 
There  where  thy  too-too  earnest  suit  compelled 
My  over-soon  believing  heart  to  yield 
One  favour  first,  which  then  another  drew 
To  get  another,  till,  alas,  I  rue  390 

That  day  and  hour,  thinking  I  ne'er  should  need, 
As  now,  to  grieve  for  doing  such  a  deed  : 
So  freely  I  my  courtesies  bestow'd, 
That  whose  I  was  unwarily  I  show'd, 
And  to  my  heart  such  passage  made  for  thee 


io8 


FIDELIA 


Thou  canst  not  to  this  day  removed  be  ; 

And  what  breast  could  resist  it,  having  seen 

How  true  thy  love  had  in  appearance  been  ? 

For,  I  shall  ne'er  forget,  when  thou  hadst  there 

Laid  open  every  discontent  and  care  400 

Wherewith  thou  deeply  seem'dst  to  me  opprest 

When  thou,  as  much  as  any  could  protest, 

Hadst  vow'd  and  sworn,  and  yet  perceived'st  no  sign 

Of  pity  moving  in  this  breast  of  mine, 

"Well,  love,"  said'st  thou,   "since  neither  sigh  nor 

vow, 

Nor  any  service  may  prevail  me  now : 
Since  neither  the  recital  of  my  smart, 
Nor  those  strong  passions  that  assail  my  heart, 
Nor  anything  may  move  thee  to  belief 
Of  these  my  sufferings,  or  to  grant  relief;  410 

Since  there's  no  comfort,  nor  desert,  that  may 
Get  me  so  much  as  hope  of  what  I  pray ; 
Sweet  love,  farewell ;  farewell,  fair  beauty's  light, 
And  every  pleasing  object  of  the  sight ; 
My  poor  despairing  heart  here  biddeth  you 
And  all  content  for  evermore  adieu." 

Then  ev'n  as  thou  seem'dst  ready  to  depart, 
Reaching  that  hand,  which  after  gave  my  heart, 
And  thinking  this  sad  "Farewell"  did  proceed 
From  a  sound  breast,  but  truly  moved  indeed,       420 
I  stayed  thy  departing  from  me  so, 
Whilst  I  stood  mute  with  sorrow,  thou  for  show. 
And  the  meanwhile,  as  I  beheld  thy  look, 

1.  406.     So  1615,  '17,  '19,  '20.     1622,  '33,  'avail.' 


FIDELIA  109 

My  eye  the  impression  of  such  pity  took, 

That,  with  the  strength  of  passion  overcome, 

A    deep-fetch'd    sigh    my    heart    came     breathing 

from : 

Whereat  thou,  ever  wisely  using  this 
To  take  advantage  when  it  offered  is, 
Renew'dst  thy  suit  to  me,  who  did  afford 
Consent,  in  silence  first,  and  then  in  word.  430 

So  for  that  yielding  thou  may'st  thank  thy  wit ; 
And  yet  whenever  I  remember  it, 
Trust  me,  I  muse,  and  often,  wond'ring,  think 
Thorough  what  cranny  or  what  secret  chink 
That  love,  unwares,  so  like  a  sly  close  elf, 
Did  to  my  heart  insinuate  itself. 

Gallants  I  had,  before  thou  cam'st  to  woo, 
Could  as  much  love,  and  as  well  court  me  too  ; 
And,  though  they  had  not  learned  so  the  fashion 
Of  acting  such  well-counterfeited  passion,  440 

In  wit  and  person  they  did  equal  thee, 
And  worthier  seem'd,  unless  thou'lt  faithful  be. 
Yet  still  unmov'd,  unconquer'd  I  remained  ; 
No,  not  one  thought  of  love  was  entertained  ; 
Nor  could  they  brag  of  the  least  favour  to  them, 
Save  what  mere  courtesy  enjoin'd  to  do  them. 
Hard  was  my  heart,  but  would  't  had  harder  bin, 
And  then,  perhaps,  I  had  not  let  thee  in ; 
Thou,  tyrant,  that  art  so  imperious  there, 
And  only  tak'st  delight  to  domineer.  450 

But  held  I  out  such  strong,  such  oft  assailing, 

1.  431.     So    1615,  '17.      All    other  editions,    '  So   that   for 
yielding  .  .  .' 


no 


FIDELIA 


And  ever  kept  the  honour  of  prevailing  ? 

Was  this  poor  breast  from  love's  allurings  free  ? 

Cruel  to  all  and  gentle  unto  thee  ? 

Did  I  unlock  that  strong  affection's  door, 

That  never  could  be  broken  ope  before, 

Only  to  thee  ?  and,  at  thy  intercession, 

So  freely  give  up  all  my  heart's  possession, 

That  to  myself  I  left  not  one  poor  vein, 

Nor  power,  nor  will,  to  put  thee  from  't  again?     460 

Did  I  do  this  ?  and  all  on  thy  bare  vow  ? 

And  wilt  thou  thus  requite  my  kindness  now  ? 

Oh,  that  thou  either  hadst  not  learn'd  to  feign, 

Or  I  had  power  to  cast  thee  off  again ! 

How  is  it  that  thou  art  become  so  rude 

And  over-blinded  by  ingratitude  ? 

Swar'st  thou  so  deeply  that  thou  wouldst  persever, 

That  I  might  thus  be  cast  away  for  ever? 

Well,  then  'tis  true,  that  lovers'  perjuries 

Among  some  men  are  thought  no  injuries,  470 

And  that  she  only  hath  least  cause  of  grief 

Who  of  your  words  hath  small'st,  or  no  belief. 

Had  I  the  wooer  been,  or  fondly  woon, 
This  had  been  more  though  than  thou  couldst  have 

done ; 

But,  neither  being  so,  what  reason  is 
On  thy  side  that  should  make  thee  offer  this  ? 

I  know,  had  I  been  false,  or  my  faith  fail'd, 
Thou  wouldst  at  women's  fickleness  have  rail'd  ; 
And  if  in  me  it  had  an  error  bin, 
In  thee  shall  the  same  fault  be  thought  no  sin  ?      480 
Rather  I  hold  that  which  is  bad  in  me 


FIDELIA  in 

Will  be  a  greater  blemish  unto  thee, 

Because  by  Nature  thou  art  made  more  strong, 

And  therefore  abler  to  endure  a  wrong. 

But  'tis  our  fortune,  you'll  have  all  the  power, 

Only  the  care  and  burden  must  be  our. 

Nor  can  you  be  content  a  wrong  to  do, 

Unless  you  lay  the  blame  upon  us  too. 

Oh,  that  there  were  some  gentle-minded  poet 

That  knew  my  heart,  as  well  as  now  I  know  it,     490 

And  would  endear  me  to  his  love  so  much, 

To  give  the  world  though  but  a  slender  touch 

Of  that  sad  passion  which  now  clogs  my  heart, 

And  show  my  truth  and  thee  how  false  thou  art, 

That  all  might  know,  what  is  believed  by  no  man, 

There's  fickleness  in  men  and  faith  in  woman. 

Thou  saw'st  I  first  let  pity  in,  then  liking, 
And  lastly,  that  which  was  thy  only  seeking  : 
And,  when  I  might  have  scorn'd  that  love  of  thine, 
As  now  ungently  thou  despisest  mine,  500 

Among  the  inmost  angles  of  my  breast, 
To  lodge  it  by  my  heart  I  thought  it  best : 
Which  thou  hast  stol'n  too,  like  a  thankless  mate, 
And  left  me  nothing  but  a  black  self-hate. 
What  canst  thou  say  for  this,  to  stand  contending  ? 
What  colour  hast  thou  left  for  thy  offending  ? 
That  wit,  perhaps,  hath  some  excuse  in  store, 
Or  an  evasion  to  escape  a  sore. 
But  well  I  know,  if  thou  excuse  this  treason, 

11.  507,  8.    So  1615,  '17,  '19,  '20.     1622,  '33  give  :— 
'  Thy  wit,  perhaps,  can  some  excuse  devise 
And  feign  a  colour  for  those  injuries.1 


112  FIDELIA 

It  must  be  by  some  greater  thing  than  reason.        510 

Are  any  of  those  virtues  yet  defaced, 
On  which  thy  first  affection  seemed  placed  ? 
Hath  any  secret  foe  my  true  faith  wronged, 
To  rob  the  bliss  that  to  my  heart  belonged  ? 
What  then?  shall  I  condemned  be  unheard 
Before  thou  knowest  how  I  may  be  clear'd  ? 
Thou  art  acquainted  with  the  times'  condition, 
Know'st  it  is  full  of  envy  and  suspicion, 
So  that  the  wariest  in  thought,  word,  and  action, 
Shall  be  most  injured  by  foul-mouth'd  detraction :  520 
And  therefore  thou,  methinks,  shouldst  wisely  pause 
Before  thou  credit  rumours  without  cause. 
But  I  have  gotten  such  a  confidence 
In  thy  opinion  of  my  innocence, 
It  is  not  that,  I  know,  withholds  thee  now  ; 
Sweet,  tell  me  then,  is  it  some  sacred  vow  ? 
Hast  thou  resolved  not  to  join  thy  hand 
With  any  one  in  Hymen's  holy  band  ? 
Thou  shouldst  have  done  it  then,  when  thou  wert  free, 
Before  thou  hadst  bequeath'd  thyself  to  me.  530 

What  vow  dost  deem  more  pleasing  unto  heaven 
Than  what  is  by  unfeigned  lovers  given? 
If  any  be,  yet  sure  it  frowneth  at 
Those  that  are  made  for  contradicting  that. 
But,  if  thou  wouldst  live  chastely  all  thy  life, 
That  thou  may'st  do,  though  we  be  man  and  wife  ; 
Or,  if  thou  long'st  a  virgin  death  to  die, 


1.  520.     So    1615,    '17,    '19,    '20.     1622,    '33,     'Shall  oft  be 
injured  .  .  .' 


FIDELIA  113 

Why,  if  it  be  thy  pleasure,  so  do  I. 

Make  me  but  thine,  and  I'll  contented  be 

A  virgin  still,  yet  live  and  lie  with  thee.  540 

Then  let  not  thy  inventing  brain  essay 

To  mock,  and  still  delude  me  every  way, 

But  call  to  mind  how  thou  hast  deeply  sworn 

Not  to  neglect  nor  leave  me  thus  forlorn. 

And  if  thou  wilt  not  be  to  me  as  when 

We  first  did  love,  do  but  come  see  me  then ; 

Vouchsafe  that  I  may  sometime  with  thee  walk, 

Or  sit  and  look  on  thee  or  hear  thee  talk  ; 

And  I  that  most  content  once  aimed  at 

Will  think  there  is  a  world  of  bliss  in  that.  550 

Dost  thou  suppose  that  my  desire  denies 
With  thy  affections  well  to  sympathize  ? 
Or  such  perverseness  hast  thou  found  in  me, 
May  make  our  natures  disagreeing  be  ? 
Thou  know'st  when  thou   didst  wake   I   could  not 

sleep, 

And  if  thou  wert  but  sad,  that  I  should  weep. 
Yet,  even  when  the  tears  my  cheek  did  stain, 
If  thou  didst  smile,  why  I  could  smile  again. 
I  never  did  contrary  thee  in  ought ; 
Nay,  thou  canst  tell,  I  oft  have  spake  thy  thought.  560 
Waking,  the  self-same  course  with  thee  I  run, 
And  sleeping,  oftentimes  our  dreams  were  one. 

The  dial-needle,  though  it  sense  doth  want, 
Still  bends  to  the  beloved  adamant ; 
Lift  the  one  up,  the  other  upward  tends ; 
If  this  fall  down,  that  presently  descends  : 
Turn  but  about  the  stone,  the  steel  turns  too ; 

VOL.  i.  8 


ii4  FIDELIA 

Then  straight  returns,  if  but  the  other  do  ; 

And,  if  it  stay,  with  trembling  keeps  one  place, 

As  if  it,  panting,  long'd  for  an  embrace.  570 

So  was  't  with  me  :  for,  if  thou  merry  wert, 

That  mirth  of  thine  mo^ed  joy  within  my  heart : 

I  sighed  too,  when  thou  didst  sigh  or  frown  ; 

When  thou  wert  sick,  thou  hast  perceived  me  swoun  ; 

And  being  sad  have  oft,  with  forced  delight, 

Striv'd  to  give  thee  content  beyond  my  might. 

When  thou  wouldst  talk,  then  have  I  talk'd  with  thee, 

And  silent  been  when  thou  wouldst  silent  be. 

If  thou  abroad  didst  go,  with  joy  I  went ; 

If  home  thou  lov'dst.  at  home  was  my  content :     580 

Yea,  what  did  to  my  nature  disagree 

I  could  make  pleasing,  'cause  it  pleased  thee. 

But,  if 't  be  either  my  weak  sex,  or  youth, 
Makes  thee  misdoubt  my  undistained  truth, 
Know  this  ;  as  none,  till  that  unhappy  hour 
When  I  was  first  made  thine,  had  ever  power 
To  move  my  heart  by  vows,  or  tears'  expense, 
No  more,  I  swear,  could  any  creature  since. 
No  looks  but  thine,  though  aim'd  with  passion's  art, 
Could  pierce  so  deep  to  penetrate  my  heart.  590 

No  name  but  thine  was  welcome  to  my  ear  ; 
No  word  did  I  so  soon  so  gladly  hear  : 
Nor  ever  could  my  eyes  behold  or  see, 
What  I  was  since  delighted  in,  but  thee. 

And  sure  thou  wouldst  believe  it  to  be  so 
If  I  could  tell,  or  words  might  make  thee  know, 

1.  568.    'If  but,'  1615,  '17,  '19,  '20.    'If  so,'  1622,  '33. 


FIDELIA  115 

How  many  a  weary  night  my  tumbled  bed 

Hath  known  me  sleepless,  what  salt  tears  I've  shed  ; 

What  scalding  sighs,  the  marks  of  souls  opprest, 

Have  hourly  breathed  from  my  careful  breast.        600 

Nor  wouldst  thou  deem  those  waking  sorrows  feign'd, 

If  thou  might'st  see  how  sleeping  I  am  pain'd. 

For  if  sometimes  I  chance  to  take  a  slumber, 

Unwelcome  dreams  my  broken  rest  doth  cumber  ; 

Which  dreaming  makes  me  start,  starting  with  fears 

Wakes ;  and  so  waking  I  renew  my  cares, 

Until  my  eyes  o'er-tired  with  watch  and  weeping, 

Drown'd  in  their  own  floods  fall  again  to  sleeping. 

Oh  !  that  thou  couldst  but  think,  when  last  we  parted, 

How  much  I,  grieving  for  thy  absence,  smarted  :  610 

My  very  soul  fell  sick,  my  heart  to  aching, 

As  if  they  had  their  last  farewells  been  taking, 

Or  feared  by  some  secret  divination 

This  thy  revolt  and  causeless  alteration. 

Didst  thou  not  feel  how  loth  that  hand  of  mine 

Was  to  let  go  the  hold  it  had  of  thine  ? 

And  with  what  heavy,  what  unwilling  look 

I  leave  of  thee,  and  then  of  comfort  took  ? 

I  know  thou  didst ;  and  though  now  thus  thou  do, 

I  am  deceived  but  then  it  grieved  thee  too.  620 

Then  if  I  so  with  love's  fell  passion  vext 
For  thy  departure  only  was  perplext, 
When  I  had  left  to  strengthen  me  some  trust, 
And  hope  that  thou  wouldst  ne'er  have  proved  un 
just, 

1.6o6.     So  1615,   '17,   '19.     1620  omits  'I.'    1622,  '33  read 
'Wakes,  and  so  by  waking  ..." 


Ii6  FIDELIA 

What  was  my  torture  then  and  hard  endurance 
When  of  thy  falsehood  I  received  assurance  ? 

Alas,  my  tongue  awhile  with  grief  was  dumb, 
And  a  cold  shuddering  did  my  joints  benumb, 
Amazement  seized  my  thought,  and  so  prevailed, 
I  found  me  ill,  but  knew  not  what  I  ailed.  630 

Nor  can  I  yet  tell,  since  my  suffering  then 
Was  more  than  could  be  shown  by  poet's  pen, 
Or  well  conceived  by  any  other  heart 
Than  that  which  in  such  care  hath  borne  a  part. 

Oh  me,  how  loth  was  I  to  have  believed 
That  to  be  true,  for  which  so  much  I  grieved  ? 
How  gladly  would  I  have  persuaded  bin 
There  had  been  no  such  matter,  no  such  sin. 
I  would  have  had  my  heart  think  that  I  knew 
To  be  the  very  truth,  not  to  be  true.  640 

Why  may  not  this,  thought  I,  some  vision  be, 
Some  sleeping  dream  or  waking  phantasy 
Begotten  by  my  over-blinded  folly, 
Or  else  engendered  through  my  melancholy? 
But  finding  it  so  real,  thought  I  then, 
Must  I  be  cast  from  all  my  hopes  again  ? 
What  are  become  of  all  those  fading  blisses, 
Which  late  my  hope  had,  and  now  so  much  misses  ? 
Where  is  that  future  fickle  happiness 
Which  I  so  long  expected  to  possess  ?  650 

And,  thought  I  too,  where  are  his  dying  passions, 
His  honeyed  words,  his  bitter  lamentations  ? 
To  what  end  were  his  sonnets,  epigrams, 
His  pretty  posies,  witty  anagrams  ? 
J  could  not  think  all  that  might  have  been  feign'd, 


FIDELIA  117 

Nor  any  faith  I  thought  so  firm  been  stain'd. 

Nay,  I  do  sure  and  confidently  know 

It  is  not  possible  it  should  be  so, 

If  that  rare  art  and  passion  was  thine  own 

Which  in  my  presence  thou  hast  often  shown.        660 

But,  since  thy  change,  my  much-presaging  heart 

Is  half  afraid  thou  some  impostor  wert ; 

Or  that  thou  didst  but,  player-like  addrest, 

Act  that  which  flow'd  from  some  more  gentle  breast. 

Thy  puffed  invention,  with  worse  matter  swollen, 

Those  thy  conceits  from  better  wits  hath  stolen  : 

Or  else  I  know  it  could  not  be  that  thou 

Shouldst  be  so  over-cold  as  thou  art  now  ; 

Since  those,  who  have  that  feelingly  their  own, 

Ever  possess  more  worth  conceal'd  than  known.    670 

And  if  Love  ever  any  mortals  touch, 

To  make  a  brave  impression,  'tis  in  such, 

Who,  sworn  love's  chaplains,  will  not  violate 

That  whereunto  themselves  they  consecrate. 

But  oh,  you  noble  brood,  on  whom  the  world 
The  slighted  burthen  of  neglect  hath  hurl'd, 
Because  your  thoughts,  for  higher  objects  born, 
Their  grovelling  humours  and  affection  scorn, 
You,  whom  the  gods,  to  hear  your  strains,  will  follow, 
Whilst  you  do  court  the  sisters  of  Apollo,  680 

You,  whom  there's  none  that's  worthy  can  neglect, 
Or  any  that  unworthy  is  affect ; 
Do  not  let  those  that  seek  to  do  you  shame 
Bewitch  us  with  those  songs  they  cannot  frame  : 

1.  683.   So  1615,  '17,  '19,  '20.   1622,  '33,  '  Oh,  let  not  those  . .  .  .* 


u8  FIDELIA 

The  noblest  of  our  sex,  and  fairest  too, 

Do  ever  love  and  honour  such  as  you. 

Then  wrong  us  not  so  much  to  give  your  passion 

To  those  that  have  it  but  in  imitation, 

And  in  their  dull  breasts  never  feel  the  power 

Of  such  deep  thoughts  as  sweetly  move  in  your.     690 

As  well  as  you,  they  us  thereby  abuse, 

For,  many  times,  when  we  our  lovers  choose, 

Where  we  think  Nature  that  rich  jewel  sets 

Which  shines  in  you,  we  light  on  counterfeits. 

But  see,  see  whither  discontentment  bears  me, 
And  to  what  uncouth  strains  my  passion  rears  me  : 
Yet,  pardon  me,  I  here  again  repent 
If  I  have  erred  through  that  discontent. 
Be  what  thou  wilt,  be  counterfeit  or  right, 
Be  constant,  serious,  or  be  vain,  or  light,  700 

My  love  remains  inviolate  the  same  : 
Thou  canst  be  nothing  that  can  quench  this  flame, 
But  it  will  burn  as  long  as  thou  hast  breath 
To  keep  it  kindled,  if  not  after  death. 
Ne'er  was  there  one  more  true  than  I  to  thee, 
And  though  my  faith  must  now  despised  be, 
Unpriz'd,  unvalued  at  the  lowest  rate, 
Yet  this  I'll  tell  thee ;  'tis  not  all  thy  state, 
Nor  all  that  better-seeming  worth  of  thine, 
Can  buy  thee  such  another  love  as  mine  :  7IQ 

Liking  it  may,  but  oh,  there's  as  much  odds, 
'Twixt  love  and  that,  as  between  men  and  gods, 
And  'tis  a  purchase  not  procured  with  treasure, 
As  some  fools  think,  nor  to  be  gain'd  at  pleasure  ; 

1.713.    'And 'tis,' 1615, '17, '19, '20.    '  It  is,'  1622,  '33. 


FIDELIA  119 

For  were  it  so,  and  any  could  assure  it, 
What  would  not  some  men  part  with  to  procure  it  ? 
But  though  thou  weigh  't  not  as  thou  ought'st  to  do, 
Thou  know'st  I  love,  and  once  didst  love  me  too. 
Then  where's  the  cause  of  this  dislike  in  thee  ? 
Survey  thyself,  I  hope  there's  none  in  me.  72° 

Yet  look  on  her  from  whom  thou  art  estranged  ; 
See,  is  my  person  or  my  beauty  changed  ? 
Once  thou  didst  praise  it,  prithee  view  't  again, 
And  mark  if  't  be  not  still  the  same  'twas  then. 
No  false  vermilion  dye  my  cheek  distains, 
'Tis  the  poor  blood  dispersed  through  pores  and  veins, 
Which  thou  hast  oft  seen  through  my  forehead  flushing, 
To  show  no  dauby  colour  hid  my  blushing, 
Nor  never  shall ;  Virtue,  I  hope,  will  save  me, 
Contented  with  that  beauty  Nature  gave  me.          730 
Or,  if  't  seem  less,  for  that  grief's  veil  hath  hid  it, 
Thou  threw'st  it  on  me,  'twas  not  I  that  did  it, 
And  canst  again  restore  what  may  repair 
All  that's  decay'd,  and  make  me  far  more  fair. 
Which  if  thou  do,  I'll  be  more  wary  than, 
To  keep  't  for  thee  unblemish'd,  what  I  can  ; 
And  'cause  at  best  'twill  want  much  of  perfection, 
The  rest  shall  be  supplied  with  true  affection. 

But  I  do  fear  it  is  some  other's  riches, 
Whose  more  abundance  that  thy  mind  bewitches;  740 
So  that  base  object,  that  too  general  aim, 
Makes  thee  my  lesser  fortune  to  disclaim. 


1.  731.    So  1615,  '17,  '19.    1620,  '22,  "33,  'had  hid  it.' 
1.  741.    '  So  that  base  object,'   1615,  '17,  '19,  '20.     1622,  '33 
read  '  That  baser  object.' 


120 


FIDELIA 


Fie,  canst  thou  so  degenerate  in  spirit, 
As  to  prefer  the  means  before  the  merit  ? 
Although  I  cannot  say  it  is  in  me, 
Such  worth  sometimes  with  poverty  may  be 
To  equalize  the  match  she  takes  upon  her, 
Tho'  th*  other  vaunt  of  birth,  wealth,  beauty,  honour  : 
And  many  a  one  that  did  for  greatness  wed, 
Would  gladly  change  it  for  a  meaner  bed.  750 

Yet  are  my  fortunes  known  indifferent, 
Not  basely  mean,  but  such  as  may  content ; 
And  though  I  yield  the  better  to  be  thine, 
I  may  be  bold  to  say  thus  much  for  mine  ; 
That  if  thou  couldst  of  them  and  me  esteem, 
Neither  thy  state  nor  birth  would  misbeseem  ; 
Or  if  it  did,  how  can  I  help  't,  alas, 
Thou,  not  alone,  before  knew'st  what  it  was. 
But  I,  although  not  fearing  so  to  speed, 
Did  also  disenable  't  more  than  need,  760 

And  yet  thou  woo'dst,  and  wooing  didst  persever 
As  if  thou  hadst  intended  love  for  ever : 
Yea,  thy  account  of  wealth  thou  mad'st  so  small, 
Thou  hadst  not  any  question  of 't  at  all ; 
But  hating  much  that  peasant-like  condition, 
Didst  seem  displeas'd  I  held  it  in  suspicion. 
Whereby  I  think,  if  nothing  else  do  thwart  us, 
It  cannot  be  the  want  of  that  will  part  us. 
Yea,  I  do  rather  doubt  indeed,  that  this 
The  needless  fear  of  friends'  displeasure  is.  770 

That  is  the  bar  which  stops  out  my  delight, 

1.  771.     So  1615,  '17,  '19,  '20.     1622,  '33  read  'Yes,  that's 
the  bar  .  .  .  ' 


FIDELIA  121 

And  all  my  hope  and  joy  confoundeth  quite. 

But  bears  there  any  in  thy  heart  such  sway 

To  shut  me  thence,  and  wipe  thy  love  away  ? 

Can  there  be  any  friend  that  hath  the  power 

To  disunite  hearts  so  conjoin'd  as  our? 

Ere  I  would  have  so  done  by  thee,  I'd  rather 

Have  parted  with  one  dearer  than  my  father. 

For  though  the  will  of  our  Creator  binds 

Each  child  to  learn  and  know  his  parents'  minds,    780 

Yet  sure  I  am  so  just  a  Deity 

Commandeth  nothing  against  piety  ; 

Nor  doth  that  band  of  duty  give  them  leave 

To  violate  their  faith  or  to  deceive. 

And  though  that  parents  have  authority 

To  rule  their  children  in  minority, 

Yet  they  are  never  granted  such  power  on  them 

That  will  allow  to  tyrannize  upon  them, 

Or  use  them  under  their  command  so  ill, 

To  force  them,  without  reason,  to  their  will.  790 

For  who  hath  read  in  all  the  Sacred  Writ 
Of  any  one  compelFd  to  marriage  yet  ? 
What  father  so  unkind,  thereto  required, 
Denied  his  child  the  match  that  he  desired, 
So  that  he  found  the  laws  did  not  forbid  it  ? 
I  think  those  gentler  ages  no  men  did  it. 
In  those  days  therefore  for  them  to  have  bin 
Contracted  without  licence  had  been  sin, 
Since  there  was  more  good-nature  among  men, 
And  every  one  more  truly  loving  then.  800 

But  now,  although  we  stand  obliged  still 
To  labour  for  their  liking  and  good-will, 


122 


FIDELIA 


There  is  no  duty  whereby  they  may  tie  us 

From    ought    which    without    reason     they     deny 

us  : 

For  I  do  think  it  is  not  only  meant 
Children  should  ask,  but  parents  should  consent  ; 
And  that  they  err,  their  duty  as  much  breaking 
For  not  consenting  as  we  not  for  speaking  : 
"It  is  no  marvel  many  matches  be 
Concluded  now  without  their  privity  ;  810 

Since  they,  through  greedy  avarice  misled, 
Their  interest  in  that  have  forfeited." 
For  some,  respectless  of  all  care,  do  marry 
Hot  youthful  May  to  cold  old  January. 
Some,  for  a  greedy  end,  do  basely  tie 
The  sweetest  fair  to  foul  deformity, 
Forcing  a  love  from  where  'twas  placed  late, 
To  re-ingraff  it  where  it  turns  to  hate. 
It  seems  no  cause  of  hindrance  in  their  eyes 
Though  manners  nor  affections  sympathize  ;  820 

And  two  religions  by  their  rules  of  state 
They  may  in  one  made  body  tolerate, 
As  if  they  did  desire  that  double  stem 
Should  fruitful  bear  but  neuters  like  to  them. 
Alas,  how  many  numbers  of  both  kinds, 
By  that,  have  ever  discontented  minds, 
And  live,  though  seeming  unto  others  well, 
In  the  next  torments  unto  those  of  hell  ? 
How  many,  desperate  grown  by  this  their  sin, 
Have  both  undone  themselves  and  all  their  kin  ?    830 
Many  a  one,  we  see,  it  makes  to  fall 
With  the  too-late  repenting  prodigal. 


FIDELIA  123 

Thousands,  though  else  by  Nature  gentler  given, 

To  act  the  horrid'st  murthers  oft  are  driven ; 

And,  which  is  worse,  there's  many  a  careless  elf, 

Unless  heaven  pity,  kills  and  damns  himself. 

Oh,  what  hard  heart,  or  what  unpitying  eyes, 

Could  hold  from -tears  to  see  those  tragedies, 

Parents,  by  their  neglect  in  this,  have  hurl'd 

Upon  the  stage  of  this  respectless  world?  840 

'Tis  not  one  man,  one  family,  one  kin, 

No,  nor  one  country  that  hath  ruin'd  bin 

By  such  their  folly,  which  the  cause  hath  proved 

That  foreign,  oft,  and  civil  wars  were  moved. 

By  such  beginnings  many  a  city  lies 

Now  in  the  dust,  whose  turrets  braved  the  skies  : 

And  divers  monarchs  by  such  fortunes  crost, 

Have  seen  their  kingdoms  fired,  and  spoil'd,  and  lost. 

Yet  all  this  while,  thou  seest,  I  mention  not 
The  ruin  shame  and  chastity  hath  got ;  850 

For  'tis  a  task  too  infinite  to  tell 
How  many  thousands  that  would  have  done  well, 
Do,  by  the  means  of  this,  suffer  desires 
To  kindle  in  their  hearts  unlawful  fires  : 
Nay,  some,  in  whose  cold  breast  ne'er  flame  had  bin, 
Have  only  for  mere  vengeance  fall'n  to  sin. 
Myself  have  seen,  and  my  heart  bled  to  see  't, 
A  witless  clown  enjoy  a  match  unmeet. 
She  was  a  lass  that  had  a  look  to  move 
The  heart  of  cold  Diogenes  to  love  :  860 

Her  eye  was  such,  whose  every  glance  did  know 
To  kindle  flames  upon  the  hills  of  snow  ; 
And  by  her  powerful  piercings  could  imprint 


124 


FIDELIA 


Or  sparkle  fire  into  a  heart  of  flint : 

And  yet,  unless  I  much  deceived  be, 

In  very  thought  did  hate  immodesty. 

And,  had  sh'  enjoy'd  the  man  she  could  have  loved, 

Might  to  this  day  have  lived  unreproved  : 

But  being  forced,  perforce,  by  seeming  friends, 

With  her  consent  she  her  contentment  ends,  870 

In  that,  compell'd,  herself  to  him  she  gave, 

Whose  bed  she  rather  could  have  wish'd  her  grave  ; 

And  since  I  hear,  what  I  much  fear  is  true, 

That  she  hath  bidden  shame  and  fame  adieu. 

Such  are  the  causes  now  that  parents  quite 
Are  put  beside  much  of  their  ancient  right ; 
The  fear  of  this  makes  children  to  withhold 
From  giving  them  those  dues  which  else  they  would ; 
And  these  thou  seest  are  the  too-fruitful  ills 
Which  daily  spring  from  their  unbridled  wills.       880 
Yet  they,  forsooth,  will  have  it  understood, 
That  all  their  study  is  their  children's  good. 
A  seeming  love  shall  cover  all  they  do, 
When,  if  the  matter  were  well  look'd  into, 
Their  careful  reach  is  chiefly  to  fulfil 
Their  own  foul,  greedy,  and  insatiate  will : 
Who,  quite  forgetting  they  were  ever  young, 
Would  have  their  children  dote,  with  them,  on  dung. 

Grant,  betwixt  two  there  be  true  love,  content, 
Birth  not  mis-seeming,  wealth  sufficient,  890 

Equality  in  years,  an  honest  fame, 

1.  877.     'The  fear,' 1615.     1617  and  '19  print  'There  fear/ 
which  in  1620,  '22,  and  '33  becomes  'Their  fear.' 

1.  888.     'their' :  so  1615, '17.     Later  editions,  'the.' 


FIDELIA  125 

In  every  side  the  person  without  blame, 
And  they  obedient  too,  what  can  you  gather 
Of  Love,  or  of  affection,  in  that  father 
That,  but  a  little  to  augment  his  treasure, 
Perhaps  no  more  but  only  for  his  pleasure, 
Shall  force  his  child  to  one  he  doth  abhor, 
From  her  he  loves  and  justly  seeketh  for  ; 
Compelling  him,  for  such  misfortune  grieved, 
To  die  with  care,  that  might  with  joy  have  lived  ?  900 
This  you  may  say  is  Love,  and  swear  as  well 
There's  pains  in  Heaven  and  delights  in  Hell  j 
Or,  that  the  devil's  fury  and  austerity 
Proceeds  out  of  his  care  of  our  prosperity. 
Would  parents,  in  this  age,  have  us  begin 
To  take  by  their  eyes  our  affections  in  ? 
Or  do  they  think  we  bear  them  in  our  fist, 
That  we  may  still  remove  them  as  they  list  ? 
It  is  impossible  it  should  be  thus, 
For  we  are  ruled  by  love,  not  love  by  us  :  910 

And  so  our  power  so  much  ne'er  reacheth  to, 
To  know  where  we  shall  love,  until  we  do. 
And  when  it  comes,  hide  it  awhile  we  may, 
But  it  is  not  in  our  strengths  to  drive  't  away. 
Either  mine  own  eye  should  my  chooser  be, 
Or  I  would  ne'er  wear  Hymen's  livery. 
For  who  is  he  so  near  my  heart  doth  rest, 
To  know  what  'tis  that  mine  approveth  best  ? 

1.904.  So  1615,  '17,  '19.  1 620  carelessly  gives  'posperitjr 
(sic),  which  was  altered  to  '  posterity '  in  1622  and  1633  editions. 

1.  908.  '.  .  .  as  they  list.'  So  1615,  '17,  '19.  1622,  '22,  '33, 
'as  we  list.' 

1.  911.     'reacheth,'  1615,  '17,  '19.     1620,  '22,  '33,  'reached.' 

1.  918.     'approveth,'  1615,  '17,  '19.    1620,  '22,  '33,  'approved.' 


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I  have  myself  beheld  those  men,  whose  frame 

And  outward  personages  had  nought  of  blame  ;      920 

They  had,  what  might  their  good  proportion  grace, 

The  much  more  moving  part,  a  comely  face, 

With  many  of  those  complements,  which  we 

In  common  men  of  the  best  breeding  see  ; 

They  had  discourse,  and  wit  enough  to  carry 

Themselves  in  fashion  at  an  ordinary ; 

Gallants  they  were,  loved  company  and  sport, 

Wore  favours,  and  had  mistresses  in  court ; 

And  every  way  were  such  that  they  might  seem 

Worthy  of  note,  respect,  and  such  esteem  ;  930 

Yet  hath  my  eye  more  cause  of  liking  seen 

Where  nought  perhaps  by  some  hath  noted  been  : 

And  I  have  there  found  more  content  by  far 

Where  some  of  these  perfections  wanting  are  ; 

Yea,  so  much  that  their  beauties  were  a  blot 

To  them,  methought,  because  he  had  them  not. 

There  some  peculiar  thing  innated  is, 
That  bears  an  uncontrolled  sway  in  this  ; 
And  nothing  but  itself  knows  how  to  fit 
The  mind  with  that  which  best  shall  suit  with  it.   940 

Then  why  should  parents  thrust  themselves  into 
What  they  want  warrant  for,  and  power  to  do  ? 
How  is  it  they  are  so  forgetful  grown 
Of  those  conditions  that  were  once  their  own  ? 
Do  they  so  dote  amidst  their  wits'  perfection, 


1.929.  So   1615.      1617, '19,  'such  that  now.'      1620,  'such 

as  now.1  1622, '33,  'such  as  well.' 

1.  930.  '  such,'  1615,  '17,  '19,  "20.     1622,  '33  give  '  much.' 

1.  937.  The  last  word,  'is,'  was  omitted  by  1620,  '22,  '33. 


FIDELIA  127 

To  think  that  age  and  youth  hath  like  affection, 

When  they  do  see  'mong  those  of  equal  years, 

One  hateth  what  another  most  endears  ? 

Or  do  they  think  their  wisdoms  can  invent 

A  thing  to  give  that's  greater  than  content  ?  950 

No,  neither  shall  they  wrap  us  in  such  blindness, 

To  make  us  think  the  spite  they  do  a  kindness. 

For  as  I  would  advise  no  child  to  stray 

From  the  least  duty  that  he  ought  to  pay, 

So  would  I  also  have  him  wisely  know 

How  much  that  duty  is  which  he  doth  owe  ; 

That,  knowing  what  doth  unto  both  belong, 

He  may  do  them  their  right,  himself  no  wrong. 

For  if  my  parents  him  I  loathe  should  choose, 

'Tis  lawful,  yea,  my  duty,  to  refuse  ;  960 

Else  how  shall  I  lead  so  upright  a  life 

As  is  enjoined  to  the  man  and  wife  ? 

Since  that  we  see  sometime  there  are  repentings, 

Ev'n  where  there  are  the  most  and  best  contentings. 

What,  though  that  by  our  parents  first  we  live, 

Is  not  life  misery  enough  to  give  ? 

Which  at  their  births  the  children  doth  undo, 

Unless  they  add  some  other  mischief  too. 

'Cause  they  gave  being  to  this  flesh  of  our, 

Must  we  be  therefore  slaves  unto  their  power  ?        970 

We  ne'er  desired  it,  for  how  could  we  tell, 

Not  being,  but  that  not-to-be  was  well? 

Nor  know  they  whom  they  profit  by  it,  seeing 

Happy  were  some,  if  they  had  had  no  being. 

1.  952.     'a  kindness,'  1615,  '17,  '19.     Later  eds.,  cis  kindness." 


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Indeed,  had  they  produced  us  without  sin, 

Had  all  our  duty  to  have  pleased  them  bin  ? 

Of  the  next  life  could  they  assure  the  state, 

And  both  beget  us  and  regenerate, 

There  were  no  reason  then  we  should  withstand 

To  undergo  their  tyrannous't  command,  980 

In  hope  that  either  for  our  hard  endurance, 

We  should,  at  last,  have  comfort  in  assurance  ; 

Or,  if  in  our  endeavours  we  mis-sped, 

At  least  feel  nothing  when  we  should  be  dead. 

But  what's  the  reason  for  't  that  we  shall  be 
Enthrall'd  so  much  unto  mortality, 
Our  souls  on  will  of  any  men  to  tie 
Unto  an  everlasting  misery  ? 
So  far,  perhaps  too,  from  the  good  of  either, 
We  ruin  them,  ourselves,  and  all  together.  990 

Children  owe  much,  I  must  confess  'tis  true, 
And  a  great  debt  is  to  the  parents  due  : 
Yet  if  they  have  not  so  much  power  to  crave 
But  in  their  own  defence  the  lives  they  gave, 
How  much  less  then  should  they  become  so  cruel 
As  to  take  from  them  the  high-prized  jewel 
Of  liberty  in  choice,  whereon  depends 
The  main  contentment  that  the  heaven  here  lends  ? 
Worth  life  or  wealth,  nay,  far  more  worth  than  either, 
Or  twenty  thousand  lives  put  all  together.  1000 

Then  howsoever  some,  severer  bent, 
May  deem  of  my  opinion  or  intent, 
With  that  which  follows  thus  conclude  I  do, 

1.  990.  'all  together,'  1615,  '17,  '19,  '33-  ^o,  '22,  'al 
together.' 


FIDELIA  129 

And  I  have  reason  for  't,  and  conscience  too  : 
No  parent  may  his  child's  just  suit  deny 
On  his  bare  will,  without  a  reason  why  ; 
Nor  he  so  used  be  disobedient  thought, 
If  unapproved  he  take  the  match  he  sought. 

So  then  if  that  thy  faith  uncrazed  be, 
Thy  friends'  dislike  shall  be  no  stop  to  me  ;  IOIO 

For,  if  their  will  be  not  of  force  to  do  it, 
They  shall  have  no  cause  else  to  drive  them  to  it. 
Let  them  bring  all  forth  that  they  can  allege  ; 
We  are  both  young  and  of  the  fittest  age, 
If  thou  dissembledst  not,  both  love,  and  both 
To  admit  hindrance  in  our  loves  were  loth. 
'Tis  prejudicial  unto  none  that  lives  ; 
And  God's  and  human  law  our  warrant  gives ; 
Nor  are  we  much  unequal  in  degree  ; 
Perhaps  our  fortunes  somewhat  different  be,          IO2O 
But  say  that  little  means,  which  is,  were  not, 
The  want  of  wealth  may  not  dissolve  this  knot. 
For  though  some  such  preposterous  courses  wend, 
Prescribing  to  themselves  no  other  end, 
Marriage  was  not  ordained  t'  enrich  men  by, 
Unless  it  were  in  their  posterity ; 
And  he  that  doth  for  other  causes  wed 
Ne'er  knows  the  true  sweets  of  a  marriage  bed  : 
Nor  shall  he,  by  my  will,  for  'tis  unfit 
He  should  have  bliss  that  never  aim'd  at  it.          1030 

11.  1013,  4.     So  1615,  '17,  '19,  '20.      Editions  1622  and  '33 
give  :— 

'  What  is  it  they  against  us  can  allege  ? 
Both  young  we  are,  and  of  the  fittest  age.' 
1.  1016.     'were.'     So  1615,  '17,  '19,  '20.     'are,'  1622,  '33. 
VOL.  I.  Q 


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FIDELIA 


Though  that  bewitching  gold  the  rabble  blinds, 
And  is  the  object  of  the  vulgar  minds  ; 
Yet  those,  methinks,  that  graced  seem  to  be 
With  so  much  good  as  doth  appear  in  thee, 
Should  scorn  their  better  taught  desires  to  tie 
To  that  which  fools  do  get  their  honour  by. 
I  can  like  of  the  wealth,  I  must  confess, 
Yet  more  I  prize  the  man,  though  moneyless. 
I  am  not  of  their  humour  yet  that  can 
For  title  OF  estate  affect  a  man ;  1040 

Or  of  myself  one  body  deign  to  make 
With  him  I  loathe,  for  his  possessions'  sake. 
Nor  wish  I  ever  to  have  that  mind  bred 
In  me,  that  is  in  those  who,  when  they  wed, 
Think  it  enough  they  do  attain  the  grace 
Of  some  new  honour,  to  fare  well,  take  place, 
Wear  costly  clothes,  in  others'  sights  agree, 
Or  happy  in  opinion  seem  to  be. 

I  weigh  not  this  :  for  were  I  sure  before 
Of  Spencer's  wealth,  or  our  rich  Sutton's  store  ;  1050 
Had  I  therewith  a  man  whom  Nature  lent 
Person  enough  to  give  the  eye  content ; 
If  I  no  outward  due  nor  right  did  want, 
Which  the  best  husbands  in  appearance  grant ; 
Nay,  though  alone  we  had  no  private  jars, 
But  merry  lived  from  all  domestic  cares  ; 
Unless  I  thought  his  nature  so  incline 
That  it  might  also  sympathize  with  mine, 
And  yield  such  correspondence  with  my  mind, 

L  1032.    'of  the,1  1615,  17,  '19,  '20.    'of  all,'  1622,  '33. 


FIDELIA  131 

Our  souls  might  mutually  contentment  find,          1060 

By  adding  unto  these  which  went  before 

Some  certain  unexpressed  pleasures  more, 

Such  as  exceed  the  straight  and  curb'd  dimensions 

Of  common  minds  and  vulgar  apprehensions, 

I  would  not  care  for  such  a  match,  but  tarry 

In  this  estate  I  am,  and  never  marry. 

Such  were  the  sweets  I  hoped  to  have  possest, 
When    fortune  should  with    thee    have    made    me 

blest. 

My  heart  could  hardly  think  of  that  content 
To  apprehend  it  without  ravishment.  1070 

Each  word  of  thine,  methought,  was  to  my  ears 
More  pleasing  than  that  music  which  the  spheres, 
They  say,  do  make  the  gods,  when  in  their  chime 
Their  motions  diapason  with  the  time. 
In  my  conceit  the  opening  of  thine  eye 
Seem'd  to  give  light  to  every  object  by, 
And  shed  a  kind  of  life  unto  my  shew, 
On  everything  that  was  within  it  view. 
More  joy  I've  felt  to  have  thee  but  in  place 
Than  many  do  in  the  most  close  embrace  1080 

Of  their  beloved'st  friend,  which  well  doth  prove 
Not  to  thy  body  only  tends  my  love  ; 
But,  mounting  a  true  height,  grows  so  divine, 
It  makes  my  soul  to  fall  in  love  with  thine. 

And  sure  now,  whatsoe'er  thy  body  do, 
Thy  soul  loves  mine,  and  oft  they  visit  too. 
For  late  I  dreamed  they  -went  I  know  not  whither, 
Unless  to  heaven,  and  there  play'd  together  ; 
And  to  this  day  I  ne'er  could  know  or  see 


132 


FIDELIA 


'Twixt  them  or  us  the  least  antipathy.  1090 

Then  what  should  make  thee  keep  thy  person  hence, 

Or  leave  to  love,  or  hold  it  in  suspense  ? 

If  to  offend  thee  I  unwares  was  driven, 

Is  't  such  a  fault  as  may  not  be  forgiven  ? 

Or  if  by  frowns  of  fate  I  have  been  checked, 

So  that  I  seem  not  worth  thy  first  respect, 

Shall  I  be  therefore  blamed  and  upbraided 

With  what  could  not  be  holpen  or  avoided  ? 

'Tis  not  my  fault,  yet  'cause  my  fortunes  do 

Wilt  thou  be  so  unkind  to  wrong  me  too?  noo 

Not  unto  thine,  but  thee,  I  set  my  heart, 

So  nought  can  wipe  my  love  out  while  thou  art : 

Though  thou  wert  poorer  both  of  house  and  meat 

Than  he  that  knows  not  where  to  sleep  or  eat ; 

Though  thou  wert  sunk  into  obscurity, 

Become  an  abject  in  the  world's  proud  eye ; 

Though  by  perverseness  of  thy  fortune  crost 

Thou  wert  deformed,  or  some  limb  hadst  lost, 

That  love  which  admiration  first  begot, 

Pity  would  strengthen,  that  it  failed  not ;  mo 

Yea,  I  should  love  thee  still,  and  without  blame, 

As  long  as  thou  couldst  keep  thy  mind  the  same, 

Which  is  of  virtues  so  compact,  I  take  it, 

No  mortal  change  shall  have  the  power  to  shake  it. 

This  may,  and  will,  I  know,  seem  strange  to  those 

That  cannot  the  abyss  of  love  disclose, 

Nor  must  they  think,  whom  but  the  outside  moves, 

Ever  to  apprehend  such  noble  loves, 

1.  1093.     'unwares,'  1615,  '17,  '19.    1620,  '22,  '33,  'unawares. 


FIDELIA  133 

Or  more  conjecture  their  unfounded  measure 

Than  can  we  mortals  of  immortal  pleasure.          1120 

Then  let  not  those  dull  unconceiving  brains, 
Who  shall  hereafter  come  to  read  these  strains, 
Suppose  that  no  love's  fire  can  be  so  great 
Because  it  gives  not  their  cold  clime  such  heat, 
Or  think  m'  invention  could  have  reached  here 
Unto  such  thoughts,  unless  such  love  there  were  ; 
For  then  they  shall  but  show  their  knowledge  weak, 
And  injure  me  that  feel  of  what  I  speak. 

But  now  my  lines  grow  tedious,  like  my  wrong, 
And    as    I    thought    that,    thou    think'st    this    too 
long.  1130 

Or  some  may  deem  I  thrust  myself  into 
More  than  beseemeth  modesty  to  do. 
But  of  the  difference  I  am  not  unwitting, 
Betwixt  a  peevish  coyness  and  things  unfitting  ; 
Nothing  respect  I  who  pries  o'er  my  doing, 
For  here's  no  vain  allurements  nor  fond  wooing, 
To  train  some  wanton  stranger  to  my  lure,        ' 
But  with  a  thought  that's  honest,  chaste,  and  pure, 
I  make  my  cause  unto  thy  conscience  known, 
Suing  for  that  which  is  by  right  my  own.  1 140 

In  which  complaint,  if  thou  do  hap  to  find 
Any  such  word  as  seems  to  be  unkind, 
Mistake  me  not,  it  but  from  passion  sprung, 
And  not  from  an  intent  to  do  thee  wrong. 
Or  if  among  these  doubts  my  sad  thoughts  breed. 
Some,  peradventure,  may  be  more  than  need, 

1.  1134.  So  1615,  '17,  '19,  '20.   1622,  '33  read  'things  fitting/ 


134 


FIDELIA 


They  are  to  let  thee  know,  might  we  dispute, 
There's  no  objections  but  I  could  refute  ; 
And  spite  of  envy  such  defences  make, 
Thou  shouldst    embrace    that   love   thou  dost    for 
sake.  1150 
Then  do  not,  oh,  forgetful  man,  now  deem 
That  'tis  ought  less  than  I  have  made  it  seem  ; 
Or  that  I  am  unto  this  passion  moved, 
Because  I  cannot  elsewhere  be  beloved  ; 
Or  that  it  is  thy  state  whose  greatness  known 
Makes  me  become  a  suitor  for  my  own. 
Suppose  not  so  ;  for  know  this  day  there  be 
Some  that  woo  hard  for  what  I  offer  thee  ; 
And  I  have  ever  yet  contented  bin 
With  that  estate  I  first  was  placed  in.  1160 
Banish  those  thoughts  and  turn  thee  to  my  heart ; 
Come  once  again  and  be  what  once  thou  wert. 
Revive  me  by  those  wonted  joys  repairing, 
That  am  nigh  dead  with  sorrows  and  despairing  : 
So  shall  the  memory  of  this  annoy, 
But  add  more  sweetness  to  my  future  joy  ; 
Yea,  make  me  think  thou  meant'st  not  to  deny  me, 
But  only  wert  estranged  thus,  to  try  me. 
And  lastly,  for  that  love's  sake  thou  once  bar'st  me, 
By  that  right  hand  thou  gav'st,  that  oath  thou  swar'st 
me,  1170 
By  all  the  passions,  and,  if  any  be, 
For  her  dear  sake  that  makes  thee  injure  me, 
I  here  conjure  thee — no,  entreat  and  sue, 
That  if  these  lines  do  overreach  thy  view, 
Thou  wouldst  afford  me  so  much  favour  for  them 


FIDELIA  135 

As  to  accept,  or  at  least  not  abhor  them. 

So  though  thou  wholly  cloak  not  thy  disdain, 
I  shall  have  somewhat  the  less  cause  to  plain  : 
Or  if  thou  needs  must  scoff  at  this,  or  me, 
Do  't  by  thyself,  that  none  may  witness  be.  1 180 

Not  that  I  fear  'twill  bring  me  any  blame, 
Only  I'm  loth  the  world  should  know  thy  shame. 
For  all  that  shall  this  plaint  with  reason  view 
Will  judge  me  faithful,  and  thee  most  untrue. 
But  if  oblivion,  that  thy  love  bereft, 
Hath  not  so  much  good-nature  in  thee  left 
But  that  thou  must,  as  most  of  you  men  do 
When  you  have  conquer'd,  tyrannize  it  too, 
Know  this  before,  that  it  is  praise  to  no  man 
To  wrong  so  frail  a  creature  as  a  woman,  1190 

And  to  insult  o'er  one  so  much  made  thine, 
Will  more  be  thy  disparagement  than  mine. 

But  oh — I  pray  that  it  portend  no  harms — 
A,  cheering  heat  my  chilled  senses  warms  : 
Just  now  I  flashing  feel  into  my  breast 
A  sudden  comfort,  not  to  be  exprest, 
Which,  to  my  thinking,  doth  again  begin 
To  warm  my  heart,  to  let  some  hope  come  in  ; 
It  tells  me  'tis  impossible  that  thou 
Shouldst  live  not  to  be  mine  ;  it  whispers  how     1200 
My  former  fears  and  doubts  have  been  in  vain, 
And  that  thou  mean'st  yet  to  return  again. 
It  says  thy  absence  from  some  cause  did  grow, 

1.  1182.     1615  and  1617  give  '  thy  shame* :  all  other  editions, 
'my  shame.' 
1. 1198.     'warm,'  1615,  '17,  '19,  "20.     1622,  '33,  'warn.' 


136 


FIDELIA 


Which  or  I  should  not  or  I  could  not  know. 
It  tells  me  now  that  all  those  proofs,  whereby 
I  seem'd  assured  of  thy  disloyalty, 
May  be  but  treacherous  plots  of  some  base  foes 
That  in  thy  absence  sought  our  overthrows. 

Which  if  it  prove,  as  yet  methinks  it  may, 
Oh,  what  a  burden  shall  I  cast  away  !  1 210 

What  cares  shall  I  lay  by,  and  to  what  height 
Tower  in  my  new  ascension  to  delight ! 
Sure,  ere  the  full  of  it  I  come  to  try, 
I  shall  ev'n  surfeit  in  my  joy  and  die. 
But  such  a  loss  might  well  be  call'd  a  thriving, 
Since  more  is  got  by  dying  so  than  living. 

Come  kill  me  then,  my  dear,  if  thou  think  fit, 
With  that  which  never  killed  woman  yet : 
Or  write  to  me  before,  so  shalt  thou  give 
Content  more  moderate  that  I  may  live  ;  1220 

And  when  I  see  my  staff  of  trust  unbroken 
I  will  unspeak  again  what  is  mis-spoken. 
What  I  have  written  in  dispraise  of  men 
I  will  recant,  and  praise  as  much  again  ; 
In  recompense  I'll  add  unto  their  stories 
Encomiastic  lines  to  imp  their  glories. 
And  for  those  wrongs  my  love  to  thee  hath  done, 
Both  I  and  it  unto  thy  pity  run  : 
In  whom,  if  the  least  guilt  thou  find  to  be, 
For  ever  let  thy  arms  imprison  me.  1230 

Meanwhile  I'll  try  if  misery  will  spare 
Me  so  much  respite  to  take  truce  with  care, 

1.  1230.     'thy,'  1615,  '17,  '19,  '20.     1622,  '33,  'thine.' 


FIDELIA  137 

And  patiently  await  the  doubtful  doom 

Which  I  expect  from  thee  should  shortly  come  ; 

Much  longing  that  I  one  way  may  be  sped, 

And  not  still  linger  'twixt  alive  and  dead. 

For  I  can  neither  live  yet  as  I  should, 

Because  I  least  enjoy  of  that  I  would ; 

Nor  quiet  die,  because,  indeed,  I  first 

Would  see  some  better  days,  or  know  the  worst.  1240 

Then  hasten,  dear  ;  if  to  my  end  it  be, 
It  shall  be  welcome,  'cause  it  comes  from  thee  ; 
If  to  renew  my  comfort  ought  be  sent, 
Let  me  not  lose  a  minute  of  content. 
The  precious  time  is  short  and  will  away, 
Let  us  enjoy  each  other  while  we  may. 
Cares  thrive,  age  creepeth  on,  men  are  but  shades, 
Joys  lessen,  youth  decays,  and  beauty  fades  ; 
New  turns  come  on,  the  old  returneth  never, 
If  we  let  our  go  past,  'tis  past  for  ever.  1250 


138       THE  AUTHORS  RESOLUTION 


THE  AUTHOR'S  RESOLUTION  IN  A  SONNET. 
(1615  edition.) 

SHALL  I  wasting  in  despair 

Die  because  a  woman's  fair  ? 

Or  make  pale  my  cheeks  with  care 

'Cause  another's  rosy  are  ? 

Be  she  fairer  than  the  day, 

Or  the  flowery  meads  in  May, 
If  she  think  not  well  of  me, 
What  care  I  how  fair  she  be  ? 

Shall  my  seely  heart  be  pined 

'Cause  I  see  a  woman  kind  ? 

Or  a  well-disposed  nature 

Joined  with  a  lovely  feature  ? 

Be  she  meeker,  kinder  than 

Turtle-dove  or  pelican, 
If  she  be  not  so  to  me 
What  care  I  how  kind  she  be  ? 

Shall  a  woman's  virtues  move 
Me  to  perish  for  her  love  ? 

Variations  in  1619  and  1620  editions : — 

1.    3.  '  Or  my  cheeks  make  pale  .  .  . 

1.    6.  ' .  .  .  meads  of  May.' 

1.    7.  '  If  she  be  not  so  to  me.' 

1.    9.  ' .  .  .  my  foolish  heart .  .  .' 

1.  10.  ' .  .  .  a  woman's  kind.' 

I.  12.  ' .  .  .     a  comely  feature.' 

1. 13.     '  Be  she  kind  or  meeker  than. 

II.  17,  18.     ' .  .  .  make,  .  .  .  sake.' 


10 


THE  AUTHOR'S  RESOLUTION      139 

Or  her  well-deservings  known 

Make  me  quite  forget  mine  own  ?  20 

Be  she  with  that  goodness  blest 

Which  may  merit  name  of  best, 
If  she  be  not  such  to  me 
What  care  I  how  good  she  be  ? 

'Cause  her  fortune  seems  too  high,  25 

Shall  I  play  the  fool  and  die  ? 
She  that  bears  a  noble  mind, 
If  not  outward  helps  she  find, 
Thinks  what  with  them  he  would  do 
That  without  them  dares  her  woo  ;  30 

And  unless  that  mind  I  see 
What  care  I  how  great  she  be  ? 

Great,  or  good,  or  kind,  or  fair, 

I  will  ne'er  the  more  despair ; 

If  she  love  me,  this  believe,  35 

I  will  die,  ere  she  shall  grieve  : 

If  she  slight  me  when  I  woo 

I  can  scorn  and  let  her  go, 

For  if  she  be  not  for  me 

What  care  I  for  whom  she  be  ?  40 


1.19. 

1.   20. 


Or  her  merit's  value  known.' 
my  own." 


1.  22.        That  may  merit .  .  .' 

1.  23.       If  she  seem  not  so  to  me." 

1.  26.       Should  I  play  .  .  .' 

1.  27,  ff.  'He  that  bears  a  noble  mind, 
If  not  outward  help  he  find, 
Think,  what  with  them  he  would  do 
That  without  them  dares  to  woo.' 

1.  35.     ' .  .  .  then  believe.' 

I.  38.     '  I  can  slight,  and  bid  her  go.1 

II.  39,  40.     '  If  she  be  not  fit  for  me 

What  care  I  how  others  be?' 


140      INTER   EQUITAND:   PALINOD : 


INTER  EQUITAND:    PALINOD: 
(1615,  '17,  '19,  '20  editions. ) 

MY  Genius,  say  what  thoughts  these  pantings  move  ? 

— Thy  thoughts  of  Love. 
What  flames  are  these  that  set  my  heart  on  fire  ? 

— Flames  of  Desire. 
What  are  the  means  that  these  two  underprop  ?          5 

— Thy  earnest  Hope. 

Then  yet  I'm  happy  in  my  sweet  friend's  choice, 
For  they  in  depth  of  passion  may  rejoice 
Whose  thoughts  and  flames  and  means  have  such  blest 

scope 
They  may  at  once  both  Love,  Desire,  and  Hope.     10 

But  tell,  what  fruit  at  last  my  love  shall  gain  ? 

— Hidden  Disdain. 
What  will  that  hope  prove,  which  yet  faith  keeps  fair  ? 

— Hopeless  Despair. 
What  end  will  run  my  passions  out  of  breath  ?         15 

— Untimely  Death. 

Oh  me  !  that  passion,  joined  with  faith  and  love, 
Should  with  my  fortunes  so  ungracious  prove 
That  she'll  no  fruit,  nor  hope,  nor  end  bequeath, 
But  cruellest  Disdain,  Despair,  and  Death !  20 

To  what  new  study  shall  I  now  apply  ? 
— Study  to  Die. 

I.  21.     So  1613.     1617,  '19,  '20,  '  Then  what .  .  . 


SONNET  141 

How  might  I  end  my  care,  and  die  content  ? 

.  — Care  to  Repent. 

And  what  good  thoughts  may  make  my  end  more 
holy?  25 

—Think  on  thy  Folly. 
Well,  so  I  will,  and  since  my  fate  may  give 
Nothing  but  discontents  whilst  here  I  live, 
My  studies,  cares,  and  thoughts  I'll  all  apply 
To  weigh  my  Folly  well,  Repent,  and  Die.  30 


SONNET. 

HENCE  away,  thou  Siren,  leave  me ; 

Pish,  unclasp  your  wanton  arms  ; 

Sugared  words  can  ne'er  deceive  me 

Though  thou  prove  a  thousand  charms. 

Fie,  fie,  forbear  ;  no  common  snare  5 

Can  ever  my  affection  chain  ; 

Thy  sugared  baits  of  love-deceits 

Are  all  bestowed  on  me  in  vain. 

I  have  elsewhere  vowed  a  duty : 

Turn  away  thy  tempting  eye  ;  10 

Show  not  me  thy  painted  beauty ; 

These  impostures  I  defy. 

My  spirit  loathes  where  gaudy  clothes 

And  feigned  oaths  may  love  obtain ; 

I  love  her  so  whose  look  swears  "no,"          15 

That  all  thy  labour  will  be  vain. 

L  15.     1620  omits  'so.' 


142  SONNET 

I'm  no  slave  to  such  as  you  be  ; 

Nor  shall  that  soft  snowy  breast, 

Rolling  eye,  nor  lip  of  ruby 

Ever  rob  me  of  my  rest.  20 

Go,  go  display  thy  beauty's  ray 

To  some  more-soon  enamoured  swain  ; 

Thy  forced  wiles  of  sighs  and  smiles 

Are  all  bestowed  on  me  in  vain. 

Can  he  prize  the  tainted  posies  25 

That  on  other's  breast  are  worn, 

Which  may  pluck  the  virgin  roses 

From  the  never-touched  thorn  ? 

I  can  go  rest  on  her  sweet  breast 

That  is  the  pride  of  Cynthia's  train  :  30 

Then  stay  thy  tongue  ;  thy  mermaid's  song 

Is  all  bestowed  on  me  in  vain. 

He's  a  fool  that  basely  dallies 

Where  each  peasant  mates  with  him. 

Shall  I  haunt  the  thronged  valleys  35 

When  there's  noble  hills  to  climb  ? 

No,  no ;  though  clowns  are  scared  with  frowns, 

I  know  the  best  can  but  disdain  ; 

Then  those  I'll  prove,  so  will  your  love 

Be  all  bestowed  on  me  in  vain.  40 

Yet  I  would  not  deign  embraces 
With  the  fairest  queens  that  be, 

L  19.     So  1619.     1620,  ' .  .  .  and  lip  of  ruby.1 
1.  36.     So  1619.     1620,  'Where  there's  .  .  . 


SONNET  143 

If  another  shared  those  graces 

Which  they  had  bestowed  on  me. 

I'll  grant  that  one  my  love,  where  none         45 

Shall  come  to  rob  me  of  my  gain ; 

The  fickle  heart  makes  tears,  and  art, 

And  all,  bestowed  on  me  in  vain. 

I  do  scorn  to  vow  a  duty 

Where  each  lustful  lad  may  woo  ;  50 

Give  me  her  whose  sun-like  beauty 

Buzzards  dare  not  soar  unto. 

She  it  is  affords  that  bliss 

For  which  I  would  refuse  no  pain, 

But  such  as  you,  fond  fools,  adieu  !  55 

You  seek  to  captive  me  in  vain. 

She  that's  proud  in  the  beginning 

And  disdains  each  looker-on, 

Is  a  harpy  in  the  winning, 

But  a  turtle  being  won.  60 

Whate'er  betide  she'll  ne'er  divide 

The  favour  she  to  one  doth  deign 

But  fondlings'  loves  uncertain  proves  ; 

All,  all  that  trust  in  them  are  vain. 

Therefore  know,  when  I  enjoy  one,  65 

And  for  love  employ  my  breath, 
She  I  court  shall  be  a  coy  one, 
Though  I  purchase  't  with  my  death. 

1.68.     1619  gives  'purchast,'  1620  'purchase. 


144 


SONNET 


The  pleasures  there  few  aim  at  dare  ; 

But  if  perhaps  a  lover  plain  70 

She  is  not  won,  nor  I  undone, 

By  placing  of  my  love  in  vain. 

Leave  me,  then,  thou  Siren,  leave  me  ; 

Take  away  these  charmed  arms  ; 

Craft  thou  seest  can  ne'er  deceive  me  ;  75 

I  am  proof  'gainst  women's  charms. 

Oft  fools  essay  to  lead  astray 

The  heart  that  constant  must  remain  ; 

But  I  the  while  do  sit  and  smile 

To  see  them  spend  their  love  in  vain.  80 


JOHNSON'S  ANSWER  TO  WITHERS    145 

MASTER  yOHNSOWS  ANSWER  TO 
MASTER    WITHERS. 

Withers. 

SHALL  I  wasting  in  despair 
Die  because  a  woman's  fair, 
Or  my  cheeks  make  pale  with  care 
'Cause  another's  rosy  are  ? 
Be  she  fairer  than  the  day, 
Or  the  flowery  meads  in  May, 

If  she  be  not  so  to  me, 

What  care  I  how  fair  she  be  ? 

Johnson. 

Shall  I  mine  affections  slack 

'Cause  I  see  a  woman's  black,  10 

Or  myself  with  care  cast  down 

'Cause  I  see  a  woman  brown  ? 

Be  she  blacker  than  the  night, 

Or  the  blackest  jet  in  sight, 
If  she  be  not  so  to  me, 
What  care  I  how  black  she  be? 

Withers. 

Shall  my  foolish  heart  be  pined, 
'Cause  I  see  a  woman's  kind, 
Or  a  well-disposed  nature 
Joined  in  a  comely  feature  ?  20 

Be  she  kind  or  meeker  than 
Turtle-dove  or  pelican, 
If  she  be  not  so  to  me, 
What  care  I  how  kind  she  be  ? 
VOL.  i.  10 


146   JOHNSON'S  ANSWER   TO  WITHERS 

Johnson. 

Shall  my  foolish  heart  be  brust 

'Cause  I  see  a  woman's  curst, 

Or  a  thwarting  hoggish  nature 

Joined  in  as  bad  a  feature  ? 

Be  she  curst  or  fiercer  then 

Brutish  beast  or  savage  men,  30 

If  she  [be]  not  so  to  me, 
What  care  I  how  curst  she  be  ? 

Withers. 

Shall  a  woman's  virtues  make 
Me  to  perish  for  her  sake, 
Or  her  merit's  value  known 
Make  me  quite  forget  mine  own  ? 
Be  she  with  that  goodness  blest 
That  may  merit  name  of  best, 

If  she  seem  not  so  to  me, 

What  care  I  how  good  she  be  ?  40 

Johnson. 

Shall  a  woman's  vices  make 
Me  her  vices  quite  forsake, 
Or  her  faults  to  me  made  known 
Make  me  think  that  I  have  none  ? 
Be  she  of  the  most  accurst, 
And  deserve  the  name  of  worst, 
If  she  be  not  so  to  me, 
What  care  I  how  bad  she  be  ? 


JOHNSON'S  ANSWER  TO  WITHERS    147 

Withers. 

'Cause  her  fortunes  seem  too  high, 
Should  I  play  the  fool  and  die  ?  5° 

He  that  bears  a  noble  mind 
If  not  outward  help  he  find,   - 
Think  what  with  them  he  would  do 
That  without  them  dares  to  woo. 
And  unless  that  mind  I  see, 
What  care  I  how  great  she  be  ? 

fohnson. 

'Cause  her  fortunes  seem  too  low, 

Shall  I  therefore  let  her  go  ? 

He  that  bears  an  humble  mind, 

And  with  riches  can  be  kind,  60 

Think  how  kind  a  heart  he'd  have 

If  he  were  some  servile  slave. 
And  if  that  same  mind  I  see, 
What  care  I  how  poor  she  be  ? 

Withers. 

Great,  or  good,  or  kind,  or  fair, 

I  will  ne'er  the  more  despair ; 

If  she  love  me,  then  believe 

I  will  die,  ere  she  shall  grieve. 

If  she  slight  me  when  I  woo, 

I  can  slight  and  bid  her  go  :  70 

If  she  be  not  fit  for  me, 
What  care  I  for  whom  she  be  ? 


148 


A  LOVE  SONNET 


Tohnson. 

Poor,  or  bad,  or  curst,  or  black, 
I  will  ne'er  the  more  be  slack, 
If  she  hate  me,  then  believe, 
She  shall  die  ere  I  will  grieve : 
If  she  like  me  when  I  woo, 
I  can  like  and  love  her  too  : 
If  that  she  be  fit  for  me, 
What  care  I  what  others  be  ? 


So 


A  LOVE  SONNET. 

I  LOVED  a  lass,  a  fair  one, 

As  fair  as  e'er  was  seen  ; 
She  was  indeed  a  rare  one, 

Another  Sheba  queen. 
But  fool  as  then  I  was, 

I  thought  she  loved  me  too  ; 
But  now,  alas  !  sh'  'as  left  me, 

Falero,  lero,  loo. 

Her  hair  like  gold  did  glister, 

Each  eye  was  like  a  star ; 
She  did  surpass  her  sister, 

Which  passed  all  others  far. 
She  would  me  honey  call ; 

She'd,  O  she'd  kiss  me  too ; 
But  now,  alas  !  sh'  'as  left  me, 

Falero,  lero,  loo. 


10 


A  LOVE  SONNET  149 

In  summer  time  to  Medley, 

My  love  and  I  would  go ; 
The  boatmen  there  stood  ready, 

My  love  and  I  to  row.  20 

For  cream  there  would  we  call, 

For  cakes,  and  for  prunes  too  ; 
But  now,  alas  !  sh'  'as  left  me, 

Falero,  lero,  loo. 


Many  a  merry  meeting 

My  love  and  I  have  had  ; 
She  was  my  only  sweeting, 

She  made  my  heart  full  glad. 
The  tears  stood  in  her  eyes, 

Like  to  the  morning  dew ;  30 

But  now,  alas  !  sh'  'as  left  me, 

Falero,  lero,  loo. 


And  as  abroad  we  walked, 

As  lovers'  fashion  is, 
Oft  [as]  we  sweetly  talked 

The  sun  should  steal  a  kiss. 
The  wind  upon  her  lips 

Likewise  most  sweetly  blew  ; 
But  now,  alas  !  sh'  'as  left  me, 

Falero,  lero,  loo.  40 


150  A  LOVE  SONNET 

Her  cheeks  were  like  the  cherry. 

Her  skin  as  white  as  snow  ; 
When  she  was  blithe  and  merry, 

She  angel-like  did  show. 
Her  waist  exceeding  small, 

The  fives  did  fit  her  shoe; 
But  now,  alas  !  sh'  'as  left  me, 

Falero,  lero,  loo. 


In  summer  time  or  winter 

She  had  her  heart's  desire ;  50 

I  still  did  scorn  to  stint  her 

From  sugar,  sack,  or  fire. 
The  world  went  round  about, 

No  cares  we  ever  knew  ; 
But  now,  alas  !  sh'  'as  left  me, 

Falero,  lero,  loo. 


As  we  walked  home  together 

At  midnight  through  the  town, 
To  keep  away  the  weather 

O'er  her  I'd  cast  my  gown.  60 

No  cold  my  love  should  feel, 

Whate'er  the  heavens  could  do  ; 
But  now,  alas  !  sh'  'as  left  me, 

Falero,  lero,  loo. 


A  LOVE  SONNET  151 

Like  doves  we  would  be  billing, 

And  clip  and  kiss  so  fast ; 
Yet  she  would  be  unwilling 

That  I  should  kiss  the  last. 
They're  Judas-kisses  now, 

Since  that  they  proved  untrue ;  70 

For  now,  alas  !  sh'  'as  left  me, 

Falero,  lero,  loo. 


To  maidens'  vows  and  swearing 

Henceforth  no  credit  give  ; 
You  may  give  them  the  hearing, 

But  never  them  believe. 
They  are  as  false  as  fair, 

Unconstant,  frail,  untrue ; 
For  mine,  alas  !  has  left  me, 

Falero,  lero,  loo.  80 


'Twas  I  that  paid  for  all  things, 

'Twas  others  drank  the  wine  ; 
I  cannot  now  recall  things, 

Live  but  a  fool  to  pine. 
'Twas  I  that  beat  the  bush, 

The  bird  to  others  flew ; 
For  she,  alas  !  hath  left  me, 

Falero,  lero,  loo. 


152  A  LOVE  SONNET 

If  ever  that  dame  Nature, 

For  this  false  lover's  sake, 
Another  pleasing  creature 

Like  unto  her  would  make, 
Let  her  remember  this, 

To  make  the  other  true  ; 
For  this,  alas  !  hath  left  me, 

Falero,  lero,  loo. 


90 


No  riches  now  can  raise  me, 

No  want  make  me  despair  ; 
No  misery  amaze  me, 

Nor  yet  for  want  I  care. 
I  have  lost  a  world  itself, 

My  earthly  heaven,  adieu, 
Since  she,  alas  !  hath  left  me, 

Falero,  lero,  loo. 


100 


EPITHALAMIA: 

OR 

NVPTI  ALL     POEMS 

VPON    THE    MOST   BLESSED 

AND   HAPPIE   MARIAGE   BETWEENE 

the    High    and    Mightie    Prince     FREDERICK    the 

ffth,  Count  Palatine  of  the  Rhein,  Duke 

of  Hauler,  &c. 

AND     THE     MOST    VERTVOVS 
GRACIOVS    AND    THRICE    EXCEL 
LENT   PRINCESSE,   ELIZABETH,  SOLE 
Daughter  to  our  dread  Soueraign,  IAMES,  by 
the  grace  of  God  King  of  Great  Britame^ 
France  and  Ireland,  defender 
of  the  faith,  &*c. 

CELEBRATED   AT   WHITE-HALL 

the  fourteenth  of  Februarie 
1612. 

Written  by   George   Wither. 

AT  LONDON 

Imprinted  for  Edward  Marchant,  and  are  to  be  sold 

at  his  shop  ouer  against  the  Crosse  in  Pauls  Church- 

yeard.     i6iz. 


EDITIONS  COLLATED. 

1612.  First  edition,  in  quarto.     Printed  for  Edward  Marchant. 
1620.  In  the  Workes  of  Master  George  Wither. 
1622.  \njuvenilia. 

1633.  In  Juvenilia.    This  contains  some  variations  from  all  the 
former  editions. 


TO    THE    ALL-VER- 

TVOVS    AND    THRICE 
EXCELLENT    PRINCESSE 

Elizabeth,  sole  daughter  to  our  dread 

Soueraigne,  lames  by  the  grace  of 

God,  King  of  Great  Britaine, 

France  and  Ireland, 

&°c. 

AND    WIFE     TO    THE     HIGH 

AND    MIGHTY    PRINCE,    FREDERICK 

the  fifth,  Count  Palatine  of  the  Rhein,  Duke 

of  Bauier,  &c.  Elector,  and  Arch-sewer  to 

the  sacred  Roman  Empire,  during 

the  vacancy  Vicar  of  the  same, 

and  Knight  of  the  most  hono 
rable  Order  of  the 
Garter: 


George  Wither  wisheth  all  the  Health  ; 

loyes,  Honours,  and  Felicities  of  this  World, 

in  this  life-)  and  the  perfections  of  eternity 

in  the  World  to  come. 


TO   THE  CHRISTIAN  READERS     157 


To  the  Christian  Readers. 

READERS,  for  that  in  my  book  of  Satirical 
Essays  I  have  been  deemed  over-cynical,  to  show 
that  I  am  not  wholly  inclined  to  that  vein,  but, 
indeed,  especially  out  of  the  love  which  in  duty  I  owe 
to  those  incomparable  Princes,  I  have  in  honour  of 
their  royal  solemnities  published  these  short  Epi- 
thalamias.  By  which  you  may  perceive,  however  the 
world  think  of  me,  I  am  not  of  such  a  churlish  con 
stitution,  but  I  can  afford  virtue  her  deserved  honour, 
and  have  as  well  an  affable  look  to  encourage 
honesty,  as  a  stern  frown  to  cast  on  villainy.  If  the 
times  would  suffer  me,  I  could  be  as  pleasing  as 
others  ;  and  perhaps  ere  long  I  will  make  you  amends 
for  my  former  rigour.  Meanwhile  I  commit  this  unto 
your  censures,  and  bid  you  farewell. 

G.  W. 


158  EPITHALAMIA 


EPITHALAMION. 

BRIGHT    northern    star,    and  fair  Minerva's 

peer, 

Sweet  lady  of  this  day,  Great  Britain's  dear, 
Lo,  thy  poor  vassal  that  was  erst  so  rude 
With  his  most  rustic  Satyrs  to  intrude, 
Once  more  like  a  poor  sylvan  now  draws  near, 
And  in  thy  sacred  presence  dares  appear. 
Oh,  let  not  that  sweet  bow,  thy  brow,  be  bent 
To  scare  him  with  a  shaft  of  discontent : 
One  look  with  anger,  nay,  thy  gentlest  frown, 
Is  twice  enough  to  cast  a  greater  down.         10 
My  will  is  ever,  never  to  offend 
These  that  are  good ;  and  what  I  here  intend  . 
Your  worth  compels  me  to.   For  lately  grieved 
More  than  can  be  expressed  or  well  believed 
Minding  for  ever  to  abandon  sport, 
And  live  exiled  from  places  of  resort  ; 
Careless  of  all,  I  yielding  to  security, 
Thought    to  shut  up  my  Muse  in  dark  obs 
curity  : 

And  in  content  the  better  to  repose, 
A  lonely  grove  upon  a  mountain  chose,          20 
East  from  Caer  Winn,  midway  'twixt  Arle  and 

Dis, 
Two  springs  where  Britain's  true  Arcadia  is. 

1.  i.     So  1612.     Later  eds.  '  great  Minerva's  peer.' 
1.  12.     '  These,'  1612,  '20,  '22.     1633,  '  Those.' 
L  22.     So  1612.     Later  eds.  '  True  springs.' 


E  PITH  ALA  MI  A  159 

But  ere  I  entered  my  intended  course, 

Great  ^Eolus  began  to  offer  force. 

The  boisterous  king  was  grown  so  mad  with 

rage,  describes  the 

That  all  the  earth  was  but  his  fury's  stage  ;         which  was  so 
Fire,  air,  earth,  sea,  were  intermixed  in  one  ;    t^^stuous 
Yet  fire,  through  water,  earth  and  air  shone,      and  windy. 
The  sea,  as  if  she  meant  to  whelm  them  under, 
Beat  on  the  cliffs,  and  raged  more  loud  than 

thunder :  30 

And  whilst  the  vales  she  with  salt  waves  did 

fill, 

The  air  shower'd  floods  that  drench'd  our  high 
est  hill  ; 
And  the  proud  trees,  that    would  no  duty 

know, 

Lay  overturned,  twenties  in  a  row. 
Yea,  every  man  for  fear  fell  to  devotion, 
Lest  the  whole  isle  should  have  been  drench'd 

in  th'  ocean. 

Which  I,  perceiving,  conjured  up  my  Muse, 
The  spirit  whose  good  help  I  sometimes  use, 
And  though  I  meant  to  break  her  rest  no  more, 
I  was  then  fain  her  aid  for  to  implore  ;          40 
And  by  her  help  indeed  I  came  to  know 
Why  both  the  air  and  seas  were  troubled  so  ; 
For  having  urged  her  that  she  would  unfold 
What  cause  she  knew,  thus  much  at  last  she 

told. 

34.     So  1612, '20, '22.     1633,  'twenty. 


160  EPITHALAMIA 

Of  late,  quoth  she,  there  is  by  powers  divine 
A  match  concluded,  'twixt  great  Thame  and 

Rhine ; 

Two  famous  rivers,  equal  both  to  Nile : 
The  one,  the  pride  of  Europe's  greatest  isle  ; 
Th'  other,  disdaining  to  be  closely  pent, 
Washes  a  great  part  of  the  Continent,  50 

Yet  with  abundance  doth  the  wants  supply 
Of  the  still-thirsting  sea,  that's  never  dry. 
And  now  these,  being  not  alone  endear'd 
To  mighty  Neptune  and  his  watery  herd, 
x         But  also  to  the  great  and  dreadful  Jove 

With  all  his  sacred  companies  above, 
/Both  have  assented  by  their  loves'  inviting, 
To  grace  with  their  own  presence  this  uniting. 
Jove  called  a  summons,  to  the  world's  great 

wonder, 
ofthcHte ra"    'Twas  that  we  heard  of  late,  which  we  thought 

pestuous  thunder.  60 

winter 

A  thousand  legions  he  intends  to  send  them, 

Of  cherubins  and  angels  to  attend  them  : 
And  those  strong  winds  that  did  such  bluster 
ing  keep 

Were  but  the  Tritons  sounding  in  the  deep, 
To  warn  each  river,  petty  stream,  and  spring 
Their  aid  unto  their  sovereign  to  bring. 
The  floods  and  showers  that  came  so  plenteous 

down, 

And  lay  entrench'd  in  every  field  and  town, 
Were  but  retainers  to  the  nobler  sort 
That  owe  their  homage  at  the  watery  court :  70 


EPITHALAMIA  161 

Or  else  the  streams,  not  pleased  with  their  own 

store, 
To  grace  the  Thames,  their  mistress,  borrowed 

more, 
Exacting  from  their  neighbouring  dales  and 

hills, 

But  by  consent  all,  nought  against  their  wills. 
Yet  now,  since  in  this  stir  are  brought  to 

ground 

Many  fair  buildings,  many  hundreds  drown'd, 
And  daily  found  of  broken  ships  great  store, 
That  lie  dismembered  upon  every  shore, 
With  divers  other  mischiefs  known  to  all, 
This  is  the  cause  that  those  great  harms  be 

fall.  80 

Whilst  other  things  in  readiness  did  make, 
Hell's   hateful    hags   from   out    their  prisons  The  cause  of 

hrakp  all  such  dan- 

~e»  gersasfell 

And  spiting  at  this  hopeful  match,  began  out  during 

To  wreak  their  wrath  on  air,  earth,  sea,  and  perature^f 

man.  the  air- 

Some,  having  shapes  of  Romish  shavelings  got, 
Spew'd  out  their  venom,  and  began  to  plot 
Which  way  to  thwart  it  ;  others  made  their  way 
With  much  distraction  thorough  land  and  sea 
Extremely  raging.     But  almighty  Jove 
Perceives  their  hate  and  envy  from  above  ;    90 
He'll  check  their  fury,  and  in  irons  chain'd 
Their  liberty  abus'd  shall  be  restrain'd  : 


1.73.     'from,    1622,  '33.     1612,  '20  give  'for.' 
VOL.  I.  II 


162  EPITHALAMIA 

He'll  shut  them  up  from  coming  to  molest 
The  merriments  of  Hymen's  holy  feast, 
Where  shall  be  knit  that  sacred  Gordian  knot 
Which  in  no  age  to  come  shall  be  forgot ; 
Which  policy  nor  force  shall  ne'er  untie, 
But  must  continue  to  eternity  ; 
Which  for  the  whole  world's  good  was  fore- 
decreed, 

With  hope  expected    long,     now   come    in 
deed  ;  100 
And  of  whose  future  glory,  worth,  and  merit, 
Much  I  could  speak  with  a  prophetic  spirit. 

Thus  by  my  Muse's  dear  assistance  finding 
The  cause    of   this   disturbance,    with    more 

minding 

My  countiy's  welfare  than  my  own  content, 
And  longing  to  behold  this  tale's  event, 
My  lonely  life  I  suddenly  forsook, 
And  to  the  court  again  my  journey  took. 

Henoteth          Meanwhile  I  saw  the  furious   winds  were 

the  most  ad-  loirl  • 

mirablealter- 

ationofthe    The  risings  of  the  swelling  waters  stay'd.     no 

while  before  The  winter  'gan  to  change  in  everything, 
these  nup-    And  seem'cl  to  borrow  mildness  of  the  spring. 
The  violet  and  primrose  fresh  did  grow, 
And  as  in  April  trimm'd  both  copse  and  row. 
The  city,  that  I  left  in  mourning  clad, 
Drooping,  as  if  it  would  have  still  been  sad, 


1.  106.     So  1622,  '33.       1612,  '20,  '.  .  .  longing  for  to 
see  .  .  .' 


EPITHALAMIA  165 

I  found  deck'd  up  in  robes  so  neat  and  trim, 
Fair  Iris  would  have  look'd  but  stale  and 

dim 

In  her  best  colours,  had  she  there  appear'd. 
The    sorrows    of    the    court    I    found    well 

clear'd,  120 

Their  woeful  habits  quite  cast  off,  and  tired 
In  such  a  glorious  fashion,  I  admired.  The  glorious 

All  her  chief  peers  and  choicest  beauties  too,     [JptB^f.11 

In  greater  pomp  than  mortals  use  to  do,  enmity,  the 

„_.  .  _        ,  state  where- 

Wait  as  attendants.     J  uno  s  come  to  see,  Of  is  here 

Because  she  hears  that  this  solemnity 
Exceeds  fair  Hippodamia's,  where  the  strife 
'Twixt  her,  Minerva,  and  lame  Vulcan's  wife 
Did  first  arise,  and  with  her  leads  along 
A  noble,  stately,  and  a  mighty  throng.         130 
Venus,  attended  with  her  rarest  features, 
Sweet  lovely-smiling   and  heart-moving  crea 
tures, 

The  very  fairest  jewels  of  her  treasure, 
Able  to  move  the  senseless  stones  to  pleasure, 
Of  all  her  sweetest  saints  hath  robbed  their 

shrines, 

And  brings  them  for  the  courtiers'  valentines. 
Nor  doth  dame  Pallas  from   these  triumphs 

lurk; 

Her  noblest  wits  she  freely  sets  on  work. 
Of  late  she  summoned  them  unto  this  place 
To  do  your  masques  and  revels  better  grace.  140 

1.135.     '  their  shrines."   So  1612, '20, '22.    1633,  'the  shrines." 


164 


EP1THALAMIA 


Meaning 
the  sea- 
fight,  and  the 
taking  of  the 
castle  on  the 
water,  which 
was  most 
artificially 
performed. 


The  fire 
works  he 
alludeth  to 
those  exhala 
tions. 


Here  Mars  himself,  too,  clad  in  armour  bright, 
Hath  shown  his  fury  in  a  bloodless  fight ; 
And  both  on  land  and  water,  sternly  drest, 
Acted  his  bloody  stratagems  in  jest : 
Which,  to  the  people  frighted  by  their  error, 
With  seeming  wounds  and  death  did  add  more 

terror ; 

Besides,  to  give  the  greater  cause  of  wonder, 
Jove  did  vouchsafe  a  rattling  peal  of  thunder  : 
Comets  and  meteors  by  the  stars  exhaled 
Were  from  the  middle  region  lately  called,  150 
And  to  a  place  appointed  made  repair, 
To  show  their  fiery  friscols  in  the  air, 
People  innumerable  do  resort, 
As  if  all  Europe  here  would  keep  one  court : 
Yea,  Hymen  in  his  saffron-coloured  weed 
To  celebrate  his  rites  is  full  agreed. 
All  this  I  see :  which  seeing,  makes  me  borrow 
Some  of  their  mirth  awhile,   and  lay  down 

sorrow. 

And  yet  not  this,  but  rather  the  delight 
My  heart  doth  take  in  the  much-hoped  sight!  60 
Of  these  thy  glories,  long  already  due  ; 
And  this  sweet  comfort,  that  my  eyes  do  view 
Thy  happy  bridegroom,  Prince  Count  Palatine, 
Now  thy  best  friend  and  truest  valentine  ; 
Upon  whose  brow  my  mind  doth   read  the 

story 

Of  mighty  fame,  and  a  true  future  glory. 
Methinks  I  do  foresee  already  how 
Princes  and  monarchs  at  his  stirrup  bow  : 


EPITHALAMIA  165 

I  see  him  shine  in  steel,  the  bloody  fields 
Already  won,  and  how  his  proud  foe  yields.  1 70 
God  hath  ordain'd  him  happiness  great  store, 
And  yet  in  nothing  is  he  happy  more 
Than  in  thy  love,  fair  Princess  ;  for,  unless 
Heaven,  like  to  man,  be  prone  to  fickleness, 
Thy  fortunes  must  be  greater  in  effect 
Than  time  makes  show  of,  or  men  can  expect. 
Yet,  notwithstanding  all  those  goods  of  fate, 
Thy  mind  shall  ever  be  above  thy  state  : 
For,  over  and  beside  thy  proper  merit, 
Our  last  Eliza  grants  her  noble  spirit  180 

To  be  redoubled  on  thee ;  and  your  names 
Being  both  one  shall  give  you  both  one  fames. 
Oh,    blessed  thou   and  they  to  whom    thou 

giv'st 

The  leave  to  be  attendants  where  thou  liv'st : 
And  hapless  we  that  must  of  force  let  go 
The  matchless  treasure  we  esteem  of  so. 
But  yet  we  trust  'tis  for  our  good  and  thine, 
Or  else  thou  shouldst  not  change  thy  Thame 

for  Rhine. 

We  hope  that  this  will  the  uniting  prove 
Of  countries  and  of  nations  by  your  love,     190 
And  that  from  out  your   blessed  loins   shall 

come 
Another  terror  to  the  whore  of  Rome, 


1.  172.     So  1612,   20,  '22.     1633,   'he  is.' 
1.  184.     So  1633.     1612  and  1620  read  : — 

'The  leave  for  to  attend  thee  where  thou  liv'st.' 
1622,  '  The  leave  for  to  be  attendants,'  etc. 


166  EPITHALAMIA 

And  such  a  stout  Achilles  as  shall  make 
Her  tottering  walls  and  weak  foundation  shake  ; 
For  Thetis-like  thy  fortunes  do  require 
Thy  issue  should  be  greater  than  his  sire. 
But,  gracious  Princess,  now  since  thus  it  fares, 
And  God  so  well  for  you  and  us  prepares ; 
Since  He  hath  deign'd  such  honours  for  to  do 

you, 

And  shown  Himself  so  favourable  to  you  ;  200 
Since  He  hath  changed  your  sorrows  and  your 

sadness 

Into  such  great  and  unexpected  gladness ; 
Oh,  now  remember  you  to  be  at  leisure 
Sometime  to  think  on  Him  amidst  your  plea 
sure  : 

Let  not  these  glories  of  the  world  deceive  you, 
Nor  her  vain  favours  of  yourself  bereave  you. 
Consider  yet  for  all  this  jollity 
Y'  are  mortal,  and  must  feel  mortality  ; 
And  that  God  can  in  midst  of  all  your  joys 
Quite  dash    this    pomp,    and    fill    you    with 
annoys.  2  JO 

Triumphs  are  fit  for  princes,  yet  we  find 
They  ought  not  wholly  to  take  up  the  mind, 
Nor  yet  to  be  let  past  as  things  in  vain  ; 
For  out  of  all  things  wit  will  knowledge  gain, 
Music  may  teach  of  difference  in  degree, 
The  best-tuned  Common- weals  will  framed  be : 

1.  203.  So  1622,  '33.     Earlier  eds.  'for  to  be  at  leisure.' 

\.  204.  So  1612,  '20,  '22.     1633,   '  Sometimes.' 

1.213.  So  1612.     Later  eds.   'let  pass.' 
1.  216.     1633,  'Common-wealths.' 


when  we 


EPITHALAMIA  167 

And  that  he  moves   and  lives  with  greatest 

grace 

That  unto  time  and  measure  ties  his  pace. 
Then  let  these  things  be  emblems  to  present      He  de- 
Your  mind  with  a  more  lasting  true  content.  220 
When  you  behold  the  infinite  resort,  madeof  these 

The  glory  and  the  splendour  of  the  court,  triumphs, 

What  wondrous  favours   God  doth  here  be-  and ,7r^t 

meditations 
queath  you,  the  mind 

How   many  hundred  thousands  are  beneath  £•* 

YOU,  w^ 

behold  them. 
And  view  with  admiration  your  great  bliss, 

Then  with  yourself  you  may  imagine  this : 
'Tis  but  a  blast  or  transitory  shade, 
Which  in  the  turning  of  a  hand  may  fade : 
Honours,  which  you  yourself  did  never  win, 
And  might,  had  God  been  pleased,  another's 

bin :  230 

And  think,  if  shadows  have  such  majesty, 
What  are  the  glories  of  eternity  ! 

Then  by  this  image  of  a  fight  on  sea, 
Wherein  you  heard  the  thund'ring  cannons 

play, 
And  saw  flames  breaking  from  their  murthering 

throats, 

Which  in  true  skirmish  fling  resistless  shots, 
Your  wisdom  may,  and  will,  no  doubt,  begin 
To  cast  what  peril  a  poor  soldier's  in  : 
You  will  conceive  his  miseries  and  cares, 
How  many  dangers,  deaths,  and  wounds  he 

shares :  240 


!68  EPITHALAMIA 

Then,  though  the  most  pass 't  over  and  neglect 

them, 

That  rhetoric  will  move  you  to  respect  them. 
And  if  hereafter  you  should  hap  to  see 
Such  mimic  apes  that  courts'  disgraces  be — 
I  mean  such  chamber-combatants,  who  never 
Wear  other  helmet  than  a  hat  of  beaver, 
Or  ne'er  board  pinnace  but  in  silken  sail, 
And  in  the  stead  of  boisterous  shirts  of  mail 
Go  arm'd  in  cambric — if  that  such  a  kite, 
I  say,  should  scorn  an  eagle  in  your  sight,   250 
Your  wisdom  judge,  by  this  experience,  can, 
Which  hath  most  worth,   hermaphrodite    or 

man. 
Fireworks.     The  night's  strange  prospects,   made  to  feed 

the  eyes 

With  artful  fires  mounted  in  the  skies, 
Graced  with  horrid  claps  of  sulphury  thunders, 
May  make  you  mind  th'  Almighty's  greater 

wonders. 

Nor  is  there  anything  but  you  may  thence 
Reap  inward  gain,  as  well  as  please  the  sense. 
But  pardon  me,  oh  fairest,  that  am  bold 
My  heart  thus  freely,  plainly  to  unfold.        260 
What  though   I    know    you    knew  all    this 

before, 
My  love  this  shows,   and  that   is  something 

more. 

I.  241.     So  1612,  "20,  '22.     1633,   'pass  over.' 
L  243.     So  1612,  "20,  '22.     1633,   '  shall  hap.' 
1.256.     So  1622, '33.      1612, '20,    'Jehovah's  greater 
wonders." 


EPITHALAMIA  169 

Do  not  my  honest  service  here  disdain, 
I  am  a  faithful  though  an  humble  swain. 
I'm  none  of  those  that  have  the  means  or  place 
With  shows  of  cost  to  do  your  nuptials  grace  ; 
But,  only  master  of  mine  own  desire, 
Am  hither  come  with  others  to  admire. 
I  am  not  of  those  Heliconian  wits, 
Whose    pleasing    strains    the   court's  known 
humour  fits,  270 

But  a  poor  rural  shepherd,  that  for  need 
Can  make  sheep  music  on  an  oaten  reed  : 
Yet  for  my  love,  I'll  this  be  bold  to  boast, 
It  is  as  much  to  you  as  his  that's  most. 
Which,  since  I  no  way  else  can  now  explain, 
If  you'll  in  midst  of  all  these  glories  deign 
To  lend  your  ears  unto  my  Muse  so  long, 
She  shall  declare  it  in  a  wedding  song. 


EPITHALAMION. 

VALENTINE,  good-morrow  to  thee,  The  marri- 

Love  and  service  both  I  owe  thee,  280  sfvalln?  °Q 

And  would  wait  upon  thy  pleasure,  tjne>s  day> 

the  Author 
But  I  cannot  be  at  leisure  ;  shows  it  by 

For  I  owe  this  day  as  debtor  wlflTthe^ 

To  a  thousand  times  thy  better.  salutation  of 

a  supposed 
valentine. 

1.  280.     So  1622,  "33.     1612,  '20  read  : — 

'Good  I  wish  though  none  I  do  thee.' 
1.  281.     1612,  '20,  'I  would  wait .  .  .' 


170  EPITHALAMIA 

Hymen  now  will  have  effected 

What  hath  been  so  long  expected  : 

Thame,  thy  mistress,  now  unwedded, 

Soon  must  with  a  prince  be  bedded. 

If  thou'lt  see  her  virgin  ever, 

Come  and  do  it  now  or  never.  290 

Where  art  thou,  oh  fair  Aurora  ? 
Call  in  Ver  and  lady  Flora  : 
And,  you  daughters  of  the  morning, 
In  your  neat'st  and  feat'st  adorning, 
Clear  your  foreheads  and  be  sprightful 
That  this  day  may  seem  delightful. 

All  you  nymphs  that  use  the  mountains, 

Or  delight  in  groves  and  fountains  : 

Shepherdesses,  you  that  dally 

Either  upon  hill  or  valley :  300 

And  you  daughters  of  the  bower, 

That  acknowledge  Vesta's  power, 

Oh,  you  sleep  too  long  ;  awake  ye, 
See  how  Time  doth  overtake  ye. 
Hark,  the  lark  is  up  and  singeth, 
And  the  house  with  echoes  ringeth. 
Precious  hours,  why  neglect  ye, 
Whilst  affairs  thus  expect  ye? 

Come  away,  upon  my  blessing  ; 
The  bride-chamber  lies  to  dressing :  310 

Strow  the  ways  with  leaves  of  roses, 
Some  make  garlands,  some  make  posies  : 


EP1THALAMIA  17* 

'Tis  a  favour,  and  't  may  joy  you. 
That  your  mistress  will  employ  you, 

Where's  aSabrina  with  her  daughters  "  Severn. 

That  do  sport  about  her  waters, 

Those  that  with  their  locks  of  amber 

Haunt  the  fruitful  hills  of  *>  Camber  ?  *  Wales. 

We  must  have  to  fill  the  number 

All  the  nymphs  of  Trent  and  Humber.        320 

Fie,  your  haste  is  scarce  sufficing, 
For  the  bride's  awake  and  rising. 
Enter,  beauties,  and  attend  her, 
All  your  helps  and  service  lend  her ; 
With  your  quaint'st  and  new'st  devices 
Trim  your  lady,  fair  Thamisis. 

See,  she's  ready  ;  with  joys  greet  her  ; 

Lads,  go  bid  the  bridegroom  meet  her  ; 

But  from  rash  approach  advise  him, 

Lest  a  too  much  joy  surprise  him  :  330 

None  I  e'er  knew  yet  that  dared 

View  an  angel  unprepared. 

Now  unto  the  church  she  hies  her  ; 
Envy  bursts,  if  she  espies  her : 
In  her  gestures  as  she  paces 
Are  united  all  the  graces, 
Which  who  sees  and  hath  his  senses 
Loves  in  spite  of  all  defences. 

1.  313.    1633,   '  and  may  joy  you. 


172  EPITHALAMIA 

O  most  true  majestic  creature  ! 

Nobles,  did  you  note  her  feature  ?  340 

Felt  you  not  an  inward  motion 

Tempting  love  to  yield  devotion, 

And  as  you  were  e'en  desiring 

Something  check  you  for  aspiring  ? 

That's  her  virtue,  which  still  tameth 

Loose  desires  and  bad  thoughts  blameth  ; 

For  whilst  others  were  unruly, 

She  observed  Diana  truly  : 

And  hath  by  that  means  obtained 

Gifts  of  her  that  none  have  gained.  350 

Yon's  the  bridegroom,  d'ye  not  spy  him  ? 
See  how  all  the  ladies  eye  him. 
Venus  his  perfection  findeth, 
And  no  more  Adonis  mindeth. 
Much  of  him  my  heart  divineth, 
On  whose  brow  all  virtue  shineth. 

Two  such  creatures  Nature  would  not 

Let  one  place  long  keep— she  should  not: 

One  she'll  have,  she  cares  not  whether, 

But  our  loves  can  spare  her  neither.  360 

Therefore,  ere  we'll  so  be  spited, 

They  in  one  shall  be  united. 

Nature's  self  is  well  contented 
By  that  means  to  be  prevented. 
And  behold  they  are  retired, 
So  conjoin'd,  as  we  desired ; 


EPITHALAMIA  173 

Hand  in  hand  not  only  fixed, 
But  their  hearts  are  intermixed. 

Happy  they  and  we  that  see  it, 
For  the  good  of  Europe  be  it.  370 

And  hear,  heaven,  my  devotion, 
Make  this  Rhine  and  Thame  an  ocean, 
That  it  may  with  might  and  wonder  which  run- 

Whelm  the  pride  of  a  Tiber  under.  Rome. 

Now  yon  bhall  their  persons  shroudeth,  b  Whitehall 

Whither  all  this  people  crowdeth: 

There  they  feasted  are  with  plenty, 

Sweet  ambrosia  is  no  dainty. 

Grooms  quaff  nectar ;  for  there's  meeter, 

Yea,  more  costly  wines  and  sweeter.  380 

Young  men  all,  for  joy  go  ring  ye, 
And  your  merriest  carols  sing  ye. 
Here's  of  damsels  many  choices, 
Let  them  tune  their  sweetest  voices. 
Fet  the  Muses,  too,  to  cheer  them ; 
They  can  ravish  all  that  hear  them. 

Ladies,  'tis  their  highness'  pleasures 

To  behold  you  foot  the  measures ; 

Lovely  gestures  addeth  graces, 

To  your  bright  and  angel  faces.  390 

Give  your  active  minds  the  bridle: 

Nothing  worse  than  to  be  idle. 

1.  388.    So  1622,  '33.     1612,  "20,  '  For  to  see  you  .  .  .' 


174 


EPITHALAMIA 


Semel  in 
anno  ridet 


a  Abuses 
stript  and 
whipt. 


He  noteth 
the  mildness 
of  the  winter 
which,  ex 
cepting  that 
the  begin 
ning  was 
very  windy, 
was  as  tem 
perate  as  the 
spring. 


Worthies,  your  affairs  forbear  ye, 
For  the  state  awhile  may  spare  ye : 
Time  was  that  you  loved  sporting — 
Have  you  quite  forgot  your  courting  ? 
Joy  the  heart  of  cares  beguileth: 
Once  a  year  Apollo  smileth. 

Fellow  shepherds,  how  I  pray  you 

Can  your  flocks  at  this  time  stay  you  ? 

Let  us  also  hie  us  thither, 

Let's  lay  all  our  wits  together, 

And  some  pastoral  invent  them 

That  may  show  the  love  we  meant  them. 

I  myself  though  meanest  stated, 
And  in  court  now  almost  hated, 
Will  knit  up  my  a  Scourge,  and  venter 
In  the  midst  of  them  to  enter  ; 
For  I  know  there's  no  disdaining 
Where  I  look  for  entertaining. 

See,  methinks  the  very  season, 

As  if  capable  of  reason, 

Hath  lain  by  her  native  rigour, 

The  fair  sunbeams  have  more  vigour ; 

They  are  ^Eol's  most  endeared, 

For  the  air's  still'd  and  cleared. 

Fawns  and  lambs  and  kids  do  play, 
In  the  honour  of  this  day ; 


410 


1.  404.     So  1622,  '33.     1612,  '20,  '  For  to  show  ..." 


EPITHALAMIA 


175 


The  shrill  blackbird  and  the  thrush 

Hops  about  in  every  bush ;  420 

And  among  the  tender  twigs 

Chant  their  sweet  harmonious  jigs. 

Yea,  and  moved  by  this  example 
They  do  make  each  grove  a  temple 
Where  their  time  the  best  way  using, 
They  their  summer  loves  are  choosing. 
And,  unless  some  churl  do  wrong  them, 
There's  not  an  odd  bird  among  them. 

Yet  I  heard  as  I  was  walking 

Groves  and  hills  by  echoes  talking  ;  430 

Reeds  unto  the  small  brooks  whistling, 

Whilst  they  danced  with  pretty  rushling. 

Then  for  us  to  sleep  'twere  pity, 

Since  dumb  creatures  are  so  witty. 

But  oh,  Titan,  thou  dost  dally, 

Hie  thee  to  thy  western  valley ; 

Let  this  night  one  hour  borrow, 

She  shall  pay 't  again  to-morrow ; 

And  if  thou'lt  that  favour  do  them, 

Send  thy  sister  Phoebe  to  them.  440 

But  she's  come  herself  unasked, 
And  brings  agods  and  heroes  masked. 
None  yet  saw  or  heard  in  story 
Such  immortal  mortal  glory. 
View  not  without  preparation, 
Lest  you  faint  in  admiration. 


Most  men 
are  of 

opinion  that 
this  day 
every  bird 
doth  choose 
her  mate  for 
that  year. 


a  By  these 
he  means  the 
two  mas 
ques,  one  of 
them  being 
presented  by 
the  Lords, 
the  other  by 
the  Gentry. 


1 76  EPITHALAMIA 

Say,  my  lords,  and  speak  truth  barely, 

Moved  they  not  exceeding  rarely  ? 

Did  they  not  such  praises  merit 

As  if  flesh  had  all  been  spirit  ?  450 

True  indeed,  yet  I  must  tell  them 

There  was  one  did  far  excel  them. 

But,  alas !  this  is  ill  dealing, 
Night  unwares  away  is  stealing  : 
Their  delay  the  poor  bed  wrongeth 
That  for  bride  with  bridegroom  longeth, 
And  above  all  other  places 
Must  be  blest  with  their  embraces. 

Revellers,  then  now  forbear  ye, 

And  unto  your  rests  prepare  ye :  460 

Let's  awhile  your  absence  borrow, 

Sleep  to-night  and  dance  to-morrow. 

We  could  well  allow  your  courting, 

But  'twill  hinder  better  sporting. 

They  are  gone,  and  night  all  lonely 

Leaves  the  bride  with  bridegroom  only. 

Muse,  now  tell,  for  thou  hast  power 

To  fly  through  wall  or  tower, 

What  contentments  their  hearts  cheereth, 

And  how  lovely  she  appeareth.  470 

And  yet  do  not ;  tell  it  no  man, 
Rare  conceits  may  so  grow  common  : 

1.  454.     1622,   'unawares.' 


EPITHALAMIA  177 

Do  not  to  the  vulgar  show  them, 
'Tis  enough  that  thou  dost  know  them. 
Their  ill  hearts  are  but  the  centre, 
Where  all  misconceivings  enter. 

But  thou,  Luna,  that  dost  lightly 

Haunt  our  downs  and  forests  nightly ; 

Thou  that  favour'st  generation, 

And  art  help  to  procreation ;  480 

See  their  issue  thou  so  cherish, 

I  may  live  to  see  it  flourish. 

And  you  planets,  in  whose  power 
Doth  consist  these  lives  of  our, 
You  that  teach  us  divinations, 
Help  with  all  your  constellations, 
How  to  frame  in  her  a  creature 
Blest  in  fortune,  wit,  and  feature. 

Lastly,  oh,  you  angels,  ward  them, 

Set  your  sacred  spells  to  guard  them  ;         490 

Chase  away  such  fears  or  terrors 

As  not  being  seem  through  errors  ; 

Yea,  let  not  a  dream's  molesting 

Make  them  start  when  they  are  resting. 

But  Thou  chiefly,  most  adored, 
That  shouldst  only  be  implored  ; 
Thou  to  whom  my  meaning  tendeth, 
Whither  e'er  in  show  it  bendeth  ; 
Let  them  rest  to-night  from  sorrow 
And  awake  wilh  joy  to-morrow.  500 

VOL.  I.  12 


178 


EPITHALAMIA 


Oh,  to  my  request  be  heedful, 

Grant  them  that  and  all  things  needful. 

Let  not  these  my  strains  of  folly 

Make  true  prayer  be  unholy  ; 

But  if  I  have  here  offended, 

Help,  forgive,  and  see  it  mended. 

Deign  me  this  ;  and  if  my  Muse's 

Hasty  issue  she  peruses, 

Make  it  unto  her  seem  grateful,  5IQ 

Though  to  all  the  world  else  hateful. 

But  howe'er  yet,  soul,  persever 

Thus  to  wish  her  good  for  ever. 

Thus  ends  the  day  together  with  my  song, 

Oh,  may  the  joys  thereof  continue  long  ! 

Let  heaven's  just,  all-seeing,  sacred  power 

Favour  this  happy  marriage  day  of  your ; 

And  bless  you  in  your  chaste  embraces  so, 

We  Britons  may  behold  before  you  go 

The  hopeful  issue  we  shall  count  so  dear, 

And  whom,  unborn,  his  foes  already  fear.  520 

Yea,  I  desire  that  all  your  sorrows  may 

Never  be  more  than  they  have  been  to-day. 

Which  hoping,  for  acceptance  now  I  sue, 

And  humbly  bid  your  grace  and  court  adieu. 

I  saw  the  sight  I  came  for,  which  I  know 

Was  more  than  all  the  world  beside  could  show 

But  if  amongst  Apollo's  lays  you  can 

Be  pleased  to  lend  a  gentle  ear  to  Pan, 

1.  516.    So  1622,  '33.     Early  eds.  give  'Jubile*'  for   'mar 
riage-day.' 


EPITHALAMIA  179 

Or  think  your  country  shepherd  loves  as  dear 

As  if  he  were  a  courtier  or  a  peer,  530 

Then  T,  that  else  must  to  my  cell  of  pain, 

Will  joyful  turn  unto  my  flock  again, 

And  there  unto  my  fellow  shepherds  tell 

Why  you  are  lov'd,  wherein  you  do  excel. 

And  when  we  drive  our  flocks  afield  to  graze  them. 

So  chant  your  praises  that  it  shall  amaze  them  : 

And  think  that  fate  hath  new  recall'd  from  death 

Their  still-lamented  sweet  Elizabeth. 

For  though  they  see  the  court  but  now  and  then, 

They  know  desert  as  well  as  greater  men  :  540 

And  honoured  fame  in  them  doth  live  or  die, 

As  well  as  in  the  mouth  of  majesty. 

But  taking  granted  what  I  here  entreat, 

At  heaven  for  you  my  devotions  beat ; 

And  though  I  fear  fate  will  not  suffer  me 

To  do  you  service  where  your  fortunes  be, 

Howe'er  my  skill  hath  yet  despised  seem'd, 

And  my  unripen'd  wit  been  mis-esteem'd, 

When  all  this  costly  show  away  shall  flit, 

And  not  one  live  that  doth  remember  it,  550 

If  envy's  trouble  let  not  to  persever, 

I'll  find  a  means  to  make  it  known  for  ever. 

1.551.     1633,  'troubles.' 


i8o  EPITHALAMIA 


CERTAIN   EPIGRAMS  CONCERNING  MARRIAGE. 

Epigram  i. 

'Tis  said,  in  marriage  above  all  the  rest 
The  children  of  a  king  find  comforts  least, 
Because  without  respect  of  love  or  hate 
They  must,  and  oft  be,  ruled  by  the  State  ; 
But  if  contented  love,  religion's  care, 
Equality  in  state,  and  years  declare 
A  happy  match,  as  I  suppose  no  less, 
Then  rare  and  great's  Eliza's  happiness. 

Epigram  2. 

God  was  the  first  that  marriage  did  ordain, 
By  making  one,  two ;  and  two,  one  again, 

Epigram  3. 

Soldier,  of  thee  I  ask,  for  thou  canst  best, 
Having  known  sorrow,  judge  of  joy  and  rest  ; 
What  greater  bliss  than  after  all  thy  harms 
To  have  a  wife  that's  fair  and  lawful  thine, 
And  lying  prison'd  'twixt  her  ivory  arms, 
There  tell  what  thou  hast  'scaped  by  powers  divine  ? 
How  many  round  thee  thou  hast  murthered  seen, 
How  oft  thy  soul  hath  been  near-hand  expiring, 
How  many  times  thy  flesh  hath  wounded  been  : 
Whilst  she  thy  fortune  and  thy  worth  admiring,        10 
With  joy  of  health  and  pity  of  thy  pain, 
Doth  weep  and  kiss,  and  kiss  and  weep  again. 


EPITHALAMIA  181 

Epigram  4. 

Fair  Helen  having  stain'd  her  husband's  bed, 
And  mortal  hatred  'twixt  two  kingdoms  bred, 
Had  still  remaining  in  her  so  much  good 
That  heroes  for  her  lost  their  dearest  blood  : 
Then  if  with  all  that  ill  such  worth  may  last, 
Oh,  what  is  she  worth  that's  as  fair — and  chaste  ! 


Epigram  5. 

Old  Orpheus  knew  a  good  wife's  worth  so  well 

That  when  his  died  he  followed  her  to  hell, 

And  for  her  loss  at  the  Elysian  grove 

He  did  not  only  ghosts  to  pity  move, 

But  the  sad  poet  breath'd  his  sighs  so  deep, 

'Tis  said,  the  devils  could  not  choose  but  weep. 


Epigram  6. 

Long  did  I  wonder,  and  I  wonder  much, 
Rome's  Church  should  from  her  clergy  take  that  due  : 
Thought  I,  why  should  she  that  contentment  grutch  ? 
What,  doth  she  all  with  continence  endue  ? 
No  ;  but  why  then  are  they  debarr'd  that  state  ? 
Is  she  become  a  foe  unto  her  own  ? 
Doth  she  the  members  of  her  body  hate, 
Or  is  it  for  some  other  cause  unshown  ? 
Oh  yes,  they  find  a  woman's  lips  so  dainty, 
They  tie  themselves  from  one   'cause   they'll  have 
twenty. 


182 


EPITHALAMIA 


Epigram  7. 

Women,  as  some  men  say,  unconstant  be  ; 
'Tis  like  enough,  and  so  no  doubt  are  men  : 
Nay,  if  their  scapes  we  could  so  plainly  see, 
I  fear  that  scarce  there  will  be  one  for  ten. 
Men  have  but  their  own  lusts  that  tempt  to  ill  : 
Women  have  lusts  and  men's  allurements  too  : 
Alas,  if  their  strengths  cannot  curb  their  will, 
What  should  poor  women,  that  are  weaker,  do  ? 
O,  they  had  need  be  chaste  and  look  about  them, 
That  strive  'gainst  lust  within  and  knaves  without 
them. 


NOTES   TO  VOL.   I 


Comments  followed  by  "[A.  C.  S.]"  are  extracted 
from  Mr.  A.  C.  Swinburne's  essay,  "George 
Wither  and  Charles  Lamb,"  in  Miscellanies, 
1886. 


NOTES 

THE   SHEPHERD'S   HUNTING 

ECLOGUE  I. 

WITHER'S  pastoral  name  '  Roget,'  given  him  by  Browne 
in  the  Shepherd's  Pipe,  and  used  in  the  early  editions  of 
this  poem,  was  changed  in  the  Juvenilia  (1622  and  1633) 
to  'Philarete.' 

1.  17.  "  starling  "=  sterling.  I  have  retained  the 
spelling  for  the  sake  of  the  rhyme. 

1.  22.  "a  wilding,"  a  crab-apple.  See  Fair  Virtue, 
L  63,  'a  fair  wilding-tree."  Cp.  Jonson,  Sad  Shepherd 
(ii.  2),  '  A  choice  dish  of  wildings.' 

1.  35.  "maken  melody."  Cp.  Chaucer,  Prologue  to 
Canterbury  Tales,  1.  9,  "And  smale  fowles  maken 
melodye."  See  also  Eclogue  III.,  1.  162  ;  IV.,  1.  121. 

1.  46.     "prease  "=press,  or  crowd. 

1.  146.  "kit,"  a  small  fiddle.  Cp.  Jonson,  Sad 
Shepherd  (i.  2),  '  Each  did  dance,  some  to  the  kit.' 

1.  216.  "arede."  A  Chaucerian  verb,  meaning  to 
explain,  counsel,  or  interpret.  Here  it  is  equivalent  to 
"disclose."  Cp.  Chaucer,  Troilus  and  Criseyde,  Book 
II.,  1.  1504,  5  :— 

'  But  wel  wot  I,  thou  art  now  in  a  drede, 
And  what  it  is,  I  leye  [wager]  I  can  arede.' 

1.  233.     "that  sweet  shepherd "  is  David. 
1.244.     "Cuddy"  is  Christopher  Brooke.      He  was 
185 


1 86  NOTES 

the  son  of  Robert  Brooke,  twice  Lord  Mayor  of  York, 
and  brother  of  Samuel  Brooke  who  was  elected  Master 
of  Trinity  College,  Cambridge,  in  1629.  He  went  to 
Lincoln's  Inn.  In  1609  he  was  put  in  prison  with  his 
brother,  for  having  witnessed  John  Donne's  secret  mar 
riage  to  the  daughter  of  Sir  George  More,  lieutenant  of 
the  Tower.  In  1613  he  collaborated  with  William 
Browne  in  an  elegy  on  the  death  of  Prince  Henry  ;  and 
one  of  the  Eclogues  at  the  end  of  the  Shepherds  Pipe  is 
by  him. 

ECLOGUE  II. 

1.  55.  "  the  noblest  nymph  of  Thame"  is  the  young 
princess,  Elizabeth. 

1.  60  ff.  The  poet  here  gives  an  account  of  his  satires, 
Abuses  Stript  and  Whipt,  and  their  reception  by  the 
public. 

1.  73.     "  brach,"  a  bitch-hound. 

1.  114.  "  near-hand,"  almost.  Cp.  the  use  of  this 
word  in  Wither' s  Satire  to  the  King,  1.  580. 

1.125.     That  is,  "  fully  as  greedy. " 

1.  166.  "loud-loud."  Wither  is  somewhat  fond  of 
these  reduplicated  adjectives.  This  one  is  used  again  in 
his  pamphlet  Salt  upon  Salt  (1658),  1.  1438  : — 

'  The  loud-loud  cries  of  those  who  are  opprest.' 
Cp.  also  1.  801  of  Prince  Henry  s  Obsequies  : — 

1  The  wide-wide  mouth  of  the  blasphemer.' 

1.  182.  "  Satyrs."  There  is  a  play  on  the  word  here 
and  in  Eclogue  V. ,  11.  38  and  47,  and  in  Epithalamia, 
1.  4. 

1.  188.  "a  Scourge."  This  is  the  name  of  a  supple 
mentary  satire  to  the  Abuses. 

1.  202.  "  ewes."  Wither  notes  in  the  margin  that  by 
this  word  he  means  his  hopes. 

ECLOGUE  III. 

1.  5.  "Alexis"  is  William  Ferrar,  to  whom  the  fifth 
Eclogue  is  dedicated.  See  note  there. 


THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING       187 

1.  89.     "  Britany,"  Britain.     Cp.  Fair  Virtue,  1.  96. 

1.  92.  "mis'steeming,"  mis-esteeming.  It  means  to 
underrate.  Cp.  Eclogue  V.,  1.  214.  Wither  also  uses 
"  dis-esteem  "  ;  cp.  Argument  to  Eel.  V.,  1.  4. 

1.  162.     "suiten."    See  note  on  Eel.  I.,  1.  35. 

1.  170.  "that  gentle  swain,  who  wons  by  Tavy,"  is 
William  Browne  of  Tavistock.  See  Introduction,  p.  xx., 
note.  For  "  wons,"  Brydges  printed  "  once  " ! 

1.  181.  This  line  seems  to  point  to  the  fact  that  Wither's 
imprisonment  extended  at  least  over  April  and  May  in 
1614. 

1.  188.     "mewed  up."    See  note  on  Eel.  IV.,  1.  330. 

I.  222.     It  is,  perhaps,  not  unlikely  that  Colonel  Love 
lace  had  this  "sonnet"  in  his  thoughts,  when  he  wrote 
of  "minds  innocent  and  quiet"  in  prison,  in  the  Gate- 
House  at  Westminster,  in  1642. 

II.  250 — i.     The  rhyme  "power,  our,"  is  common  in 
Wither  ;  cp.  Epithalamia,  11.  483 — 4.     Even  more  com 
mon  is  the  rhyme  "power,   your";    see  Fair   Virtue, 
11.  379—80,  and  note. 


ECLOGUE  IV. 

This  Eclogue  appeared  first  in  1614,  at  the  end  of 
William  Browne's  Shepherds  Pipe,  with  a  separate  title- 
page  (see  Bibliography).  The  more  important  variations 
are  included  in  the  following  notes  ;  they  are  too  cum 
brous  to  be  included  with  the  rest  at  the  foot  of  the  text, 
where  lesser  variations  are  noted  with  "  S.P." 

1L  2,  3.     1614,  "  What  new  thing  late  happen'd  is, 
Thou  that  wert  the  blithest  lad." 

1.  6.     1614,  "  As  if  thou  hadst  had  no  skill." 

I.  8.     For  "massy"  Lamb  suggested  "  mossy,"  which 
suggestion  may  be  supported  by  comparing  1.  388  of  this 
Eclogue.     But  the  reading  of  the  early  editions,  "  these 
rudest  rocks,"  argues  for  the  other  word. 

II.  13,  14.     1614,  "But  what  is  't?  Have  I  ought  said, 

That  hath  made  thee  mis-a-paid?  " 

11.  45 — 8.    1614  gives  as  two  lines  : — 


i83  NOTES 

"  Seld  yet  for  such  causes  small, 
But  I  grieve  not  now  at  all." 

1.  80.     *'.  e. ,  a  Maypole. 

1.97.     "Desart,"   i.e.,    Desert,   or  Merit.     The  old 
spelling  is  retained  for  the  sake  of  the  rhyme. 
1.  99.     1614,  "  hands"  for  hand. 
1.  107.     "  Daphne's  tree,"  the  laurel. 

I.  no.     1614,  "  That  it  might  not  shatter  out." 

II.  131 — 4.     1614  contracts  these  into  two  lines  : — 

"  Then  for  him  that's  quick'st  of  foot, 
A  cup  of  a  maple-root." 

11.  139 — 40.    1614,  "  Then,  my  Willy,  what  moves  thee 
Thus  forgetful  now  to  be  ?  " 

1.  141.     1614,  "  What  mak'st  thou  here." 
1.  185.     "spied"  .  .  .    "did."      For  this  rhyme,  cp. 
Fair  Virtue,  I.  1295 — 6,  "spied"  .  .  .   "unhid." 

I.  218.     "  than  "  =  then,  but  I  retain  it  for  the  rhyme. 
The  use  is  constant. 

II.  225 — 6.     '  Against    this  couplet    Lamb    pencilled, 
"  Good  motto  for  a  life  of  Chatterton."— "  By  a  Chatter- 
tonian,"   subjoins   the   too  sarcastic   Nott.'     [A.  C.  S."j 
Gutch,  however,  printed  Lamb's  remark  as  a  foot-note. 

1.231.  "Saint  Dunstan's  charmed  well."  On  this 
line  Lamb  wrote  as  follows  :— "  The  Devil  Tavern,  Fleet 
Street,  where  Child's  Place  now  stands,  and  where  a  sign 
hung  in  my  memory  within  18  years,  of  the  Devil  and  St. 
Dunstan. — Ben  Jonson  made  this  a  famous  place  of 
resort  for  poets  by  drawing  up  a  set  of  Leges  Convivales 
which  were  engraven  in  marble  on  the  chimney-piece  in 
the  room  called  Apollo.  One  of  Drayton's  poems  is 
called  the  Sacrifice  to  Apollo  ;  it  is  addrest  to  the  priests 
or  Wits  of  Apollo,  and  is  a  kind  of  poetical  paraphrase  of 
the  Leges  Convivales.  This  Tavern  to  the  very  last  kept 
up  a  room  with  that  name.  C.  L."  [A.  C.  S.] 

The  whole  of  this  note  was  printed,  almost  word  for 
word,  by  Gutch,  without  acknowledgment. 

Pepys  notes  (April  22, 1661)  that  "  Wadlow,  the  vintner 
at  the  Devil  in  Fleet  Street,  did  lead  a  fine  company  of 
soldiers  "  in  the  procession  of  the  King  from  the  Tower 
to  Whitehall,  on  the  day  before  his  coronation :  and  in 


THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING       189 

the  Ashmolean  MSS.  (No.  38,  f.  179)  there  is  an  epigram 
"  Uppon  Simon  Wadlowe  Vintner  dwelling  atyesigneof 
ye  Deviil and  St.  Dunstan." 

The  well  of  St.  Dunstan  5s  also  referred  to  in  some 
commendatory  verses  signed  B.  N.  [perhaps  Nicholas 
Breton]  prefixed  to  Browne's  Britannia's  Pastorals  (see 
Muses'  Library,  William  Browne,  ed.  Gordon  Goodwin, 
vol.  ii.,  p.  338),  where  the  editor  says: — "St.  Dunstan's 
Well  was  in  Tottenham  Wood,  Middlesex.  (Robinson, 
History  of  Tottenham,  i.  19.)  There  is  another  well 
dedicated  to  the  Saint  at  Mayfield  Palace,  Sussex." 

I.  256.     1614,  "To  have  their  fair  badge  seen  worn." 
The  rhythm  at  least  was  improved  later  ! 

II.  312 — 3.  Against  these  lines  Lamb  wrote : — "  A  long 
line  is  a  line  we  are  long  [in]  repeating.     Mark  .the  time 
which  it  takes  to  repeat  these  [lines]  properly.     What 
slow  movements]  could  Alexandrines  express  more  than 
this  ?     '  As  she  makes  wing  she  gets  power.'    One  makes 
a  foot  of  every  syllable.     [Wither  was  certainly  a  perfect 
master  in  this  species  of  verse.]  "     [A.  C.  S.] 

This  was  all  printed  by  Gutch  with  the  additions  and 
alterations  given  above  in  square  brackets.  Compare  the 
note  written  subsequently  by  Lamb,  at  the  end  of  his 
essay  on  Wither. 

1.  326.     "  For  thy  pace  she  flags  too  low." 

This  expression  seems  to  be  Wither 's  own.  Cp. 
Eclogue  V.,  1.  112,  "  I  fear  my  skill  would  hardly  flag  so 
high,"  and  Fidelia,  1.  316,  "For  their  imaginations  flag 
too  low." 

The  contemporary  use  of  the  verb  "flag"  seems  to 
mean  a  slow  flapping  of  wings;  cp.  Jonson,  "croaking 
ravens  flagged  up  and  down  more  slowly."  Wither 
appears  to  use  it  as  merely  equal  to  "  fly."  But  in  this 
line,  the  reading  I  have  adopted,  "pace"  for  "place," 
would  seem  to  help  the  under-meaning  of  "  drooping  "  or 
"  failing." 

1.  330.  "  put  up  a-mewing  ";  i.  e.,  am  mewed  up.  Cp. 
Eclogue  III.,  1. 188.  A  "  mewe  "  was  properly  a  coop  for 
hawks  when  moulting.  Next,  "in  mewe  "  was  equiva 
lent  to  "cooped  up."  Cp.  Chaucer,  Troilus and Criseyde, 
Book  IV.,  1.  496,  "O  where  hastow  ben  hid  so  longe  in 
mewe  ?  "  The  phrase,  which  is  in  constant  use  in  Shake- 


190  NOTES 

speare,  is  almost  always  "to  mew  ?//";  but  cp.  Midsum 
mer  Night's  Dream,  Act  I.  sc.  i.  1.  71,  "For  aye  to  be 
in  shady  cloister  mewed." 
1.  366.     1614,  "  Her  divine  thoughts." 


lable,  cp.  A  Miscellany  of  Epigrams,  No.  12,  1.  4,  and 
Herrick,  Hesperides,  No.  9,  11.  9,  10  : — 


"  For  health  on  Julia's  cheek  hath  shed 
Claret  and  cream  commingled," 

where  the  pronunciation  is  "  commingle-ed." 

This  practice  is  ridiculed  in  Ford's  Love's  Sacrifice^ 

Act  II.  sc.  i. 
1.  393  ff.      Gutch  compares  Drayton's  verses  at  the 

conclusion  of  his  Ode  written  in  the  Peak : — 

"  In  places  far  or  near, 

Or  famous  or  obscure, 
Where  wholesome  is  the  air, 

Or  where  the  most  impure, 
All  times  and  everywhere 

The  Muse  is  still  in  ure." 

I.  407.  1614,  "  Though  our  wise  ones  call  it  madness." 
1.408.    "gladness."     Lamb   suggested   "sadness;" 

(*.  e.,  sobriety  or  sanity)  opposed  to  madness  :  gladness 
is  quite  unantithetical  and  meaningless."  [A. C.  S.J  But 
the  only  textual  authority  for  this  reading  is  the  careless 
1620  edition,  which  Lamb  had  read  (see  note  on  1.  372 
above) ;  and  the  meaning  is  obvious  as  it  stands.  In 
Lamb's  essay  on  the  Sanity  of  True  Genius  he  refers  to, 
and  quotes  from,  this  passage. 

II.  461 — 6.    Omitted  in  1614,  which  concludes  thus : — 

"  I  no  more  of  this  will  say, 
Till  we  meet  next  holiday." 

ECLOGUE  V. 

This  Eclogue  appeared  first  under  the  title  "Thirsis 
and  Alexis"  as  the  second  of  "  Other  |  Eclogues  |  by  \ 
Mr.  Brooke,  Mr.  Wither  |  and  Mr.  Davies.  |  London  j 


THE  SHEPHERD'S  HUNTING       191 

Printed  by  N.O.  for  G.  Norton  |  1614,"  at  the  end  of 
Browne's  Shepherd's  Pipe.  The  differences  between  this 
and  the  later  text  are  very  slight. 

In  the  1615  edition  this  Eclogue  is  dedicated  "To 
Master  W.  F.  of  the  Middle  Temple."  W.  F.,  or 
"Alexis,"  who  also  appears  in  the  third  Eclogue,  was 
William  Ferrar,  son  of  Nicholas  Ferrar,  a  rich  London 
merchant,  and  brother  to  the  well-known  Nicholas 
Ferrar,  who  attended  the  young  Princess  Elizabeth  to 
Holland  after  her  marriage,  in  1613.  William  Ferrar 
entered  the  Middle  Temple  on  the  loth  of  May,  1610. 
He  has  commendatory  verses  prefixed  to  the  Britannia's 
Pastorals  of  his  friend  William  Browne.  He  died  young 
at  sea,  and  Browne  wrote  a  graceful  tribute  to  his 
memory  (see  Brit.  Past.,  Book  II.,  11.  242  ff.,  "Glide 
soft,  ye  silver  floods"). 

N.B. — 1614  gives  "  Thirsis"  all  through  for  the 
"  Roget"  of  1615,  etc. 

1.  38.     "Satyrs."     I  retain  this  spelling  here  and  in 

47  for  th< 
Eel.  II.,  1.  182. 

1.  43.  "Thame  and  Rhine,"  Princess  Elizabeth  and 
Frederick  the  Elector  Palatine.  See  Epithalamia  and 
notes. 

1.48.  1614,  ".  .     and  Thirsis  mad. " 

1.57.  "prevails,"  avails.  Cp.  Fidelia,  1.  406,  and  A 
Miscellany  of  Epigrams ,  No.  14,  1.  113. 

1.  81.  "that  pastor,"  William  Browne.  Cp.  Eclogue 
III.,  1.  171,  "  that  gentle  swain  who  wons  by  Tavy,"  and 
note  on  that  line.  This  passage  seems  to  indicate  that 
Browne  introduced  Wither  to  William  Ferrar. 

1.  112.   "flag  so  high."    See  note  on  Eel.  IV.,  1.  326. 

1.  214.   " mis'steems. "    See  note  on  Eel.  III.,  1.  92. 

1.  240.  1614,  "Two  shepherds  walking  on  the  lay- 
bank  be." 

1.  250.  Perhaps  a  somewhat  abrupt  ending,  especially 
where  a  song  at  least  might  have  been  expected.  How 
ever,  the  "  Postcript  to  the  Reader  "  is  not  without  interest. 


A  POSTSCRIPT  TO  THE   READER 


p.  79.  "  neither  am  I  so  cynical  ..." 

"  In  illustration  of  this  simple  and  dignified  sentence 
Lamb  cites  the  following  most  apt  and  admirable  parallel. 

"  '  Nor  blame  it,  readers,  in  those  years  to  propose  to 
themselves  such  a  reward,  as  the  noblest  dispositions 
above  other  things  in  this  life  have  sometimes  preferred  ; 
whereof  not  to  be  sensible,  when  good  and  fair  in  one 
person  meet,  argues  both  a  gross  and  shallow  judgment, 
and  withall  an  ungentle  and  swainish  breast.' — Milton, 
Apology  for  Smectymnuus."  [A.  C.  S.] 

For  the  subsequent  remarks  and  counter-remarks  on 
the  bearing  of  this  quotation,  the  reader  must  turn  to 
Mr.  Swinburne's  essay. 


192 


FIDELIA 


I.  8.  "  nuncios,"  messengers.  Cp.  Shakespeare, 
Twelfth  Night,  Act  I.  sc.  iv.  1.  28. 

1.86.  "well-a-paid."  Cp.  ill-a-paid,  Shepherds  Hunt 
ing,  IV.,  1.  14. 

1.  160.     Reference  is  made  to  the  fable  of  ^sop. 

11. 257 — 8.  "  Naiades,  "nymphs  of  the  water,  "Dryads," 
of  the  woods,  "  Hamadryades,"  of  trees. 

1.  290.  "Ciel'd."  Cp.  Shepherd's  Hunting,  Eel.  IV., 
1.  83.  "...  a  bower  .  .  .  Ciel'd  so  close." 

I.  316.     "flag   too  low."      Cp.  Shepherd's  Hunting, 
Eel.  IV.,  1.  326,  "For  thy  pace  she  flags  too  low."    See 
note  there. 

II.  340 — 2.     For  these  unlucky  birds,  cp.  Sylvester's 
Du  Bartas'  Devine  Weekes,  Week  i,  Day  5  :— 

'  The  Skritch-Owl,  used  in  falling  towers  to  lodge, 
Th*  unlucky  Night-Raven,' 

and  Milton,  I' Allegro,  11.  5—7. 

'  seld,'  seldom. 

1.352.  "barley-break."  A  poetical  description  of  this 
country  game  may  be  found  in  the  song  of  Lamon,  in 
the  first  book  of  Sidney's  Arcadia: — 

'  Then  couples  three  he  straight  allotted  there  ; 

They  of  both  ends  the  middle  two  do  fly ; 
The  two  that  in  midspace  Hell  called  were 

Must  strive  with  waiting  foot  and  watching  eye 
To  catch  of  them,  and  them  to  Hell  to  bear, 

That  they,  as  well  as  they,  may  Hell  supply.' 
VOL.  I  13 


194 


NOTES 


(Theophilus,  in  Massinger's  Virgin  Martyr,  Act  V. 
sc.  i.  says,  "He  is  at  Barley-break,  and  the  last  couple 
are  now  in  Hell.") 

Sir  John  Suckling  also  has  a  fanciful  poem  on  a  game 
played  between  Love  and  Folly,  Reason  and  Fancy,  and 
Hate  and  Pride. 

A  similar  game  is  still  played  in  America,  the  burden 
of  the  doggerel  chant  being  ' '  Marlow  bright,  marlow 
bright,"  which  is  doubtless  a  corrupted  form  of  "  Barley- 
break." 

1.  406.  "  prevail  "= avail,  to  which  a  change  was  made 
in  later  editions.  See  critical  note.  For  the  use  cp. 
Shepherd's  Hunting,  Eclogue  V. ,  1.  57. 

1.  584.  "undistained."  To  distain  meant  at  first  to 
discolour,  as  perhaps  it  does  in  1.  725  of  this  poem. 
Here  "undistained"  means  "undefiled,"  or  "un- 
dimmed." 

1.  645.  "real,"  a  dissyllable,  which  use  remained  to 
comparatively  recent  days.  Cp.  Fair  Virtue,  1.  2576. 

1.725.     "distains."    See  above,  1.  584,  note. 

1.  814.  "youthful  May  .  .  .  cold  old  January."  A 
reference  to  Chaucer's  The  Marchantes  Tale. 

1.  1050.  "Spencer's  wealth,  or  our  rich  Sutton's 
store."  The  former  of  these  is  Robert,  first  Lord  Spencer 
of  Wormleighton  At  the  accession  of  James  I.  he  was 
reputed  to  be  the  richest  man  in  England.  His  wealth 
was  in  part  inherited,  and  in  part  derived  from  his 
success  as  a  breeder  of  sheep.  He  died  in  1627. 

Thomas  Sutton,  founder  of  the  Charterhouse,  was 
born  in  1532.  He  was  the  first  to  note  the  abundance  of 
coal  in  Durham,  and  his  wealth  was  largely  derived 
thence.  He  increased  his  fortunes  by  marrying  Eliza 
beth,  widow  of  a  wealthy  land-owner,  John  Dudley  of 
Stoke  Newington.  His  real  estate  was  computed  at 
5ooo/.  per  annum,  with  a  personalty  of  some  6o,ooo/. 
As  he  died  in  1611,  this  reference  to  him,  apparently  as 
a  living  person,  points  to  an  early  date  for  the  composi 
tion  of  Fidelia. 

1.  1074.  "diapason."  This  use  of  the  word,  as  a 
verb,  seems  to  be  unique.  Murray's  New  Dictionary 
explains  it  as  meaning  "  to  maintain  accord  with."  The 
word  is  used  in  music  to  mean  the  octave  or  interval 
which  includes  all  the  notes  of  the  scale. 


FIDELIA  195 

1.1078.     "it"=its.     Cp.  Fair  Virtue,  1.  1962. 

1.  1134.  In  spite  of  the  scansion,  I  have  retained  the 
reading  of  the  early  editions,  which  seem  to  give  the 
better  sense. 

1.  1152.  From  this  line  onwards  the  Bodleian  1619 
copy  is  wanting. 

1.  1218.  Lamb  (or  Nott)  thought  there  was  here  an 
"allusion  to  [Thomas  Hey  wood's]  A  Woman  Killed 
with  Kindness. "  [A.  C.  S.  ] 


*#*  At  the  end  of  Fidelia  (1615)  there  follow  the  two 
songs  (pp.  138 — 40),  "Shall  I  wasting  in  despair"  (the 
earliest  form  of  this  famous  lyric)  and  "  Inter  Equitand. 
Palinod.,"  in  that  order.  In  the  1617  edition  the  latter 
alone  was  printed.  In  the  1619  and  1620  editions, 
"Inter  Equitand.  Palinod."  was  printed  first;  then 
came  an  early  draft  of  a  song  afterwards  incorporated 
(though  presumably  written  some  time  before)  in  Fair 
Virtue  (11.  2395 — 2494),  "  Hence  away,  thou  Siren,  leave 
me  "  ;  and  finally,  "  Shall  I  wasting  in  despair." 


THE  AUTHOR'S  RESOLUTION  IN 
A  SONNET 


This  song  is  the  best-known  of  all  Wither's  writings, 
and  has  deservedly  been  printed  time  and  again  in  many 
song-books  and  anthologies.  Bishop  Percy  incorporated  it 
in  his  Reliques,  but  in  Wither's  own  day  it  appeared  in 
one  form  or  another  in  various  collections. 

In  a  rare  song-book,  The  Golden  Garland  of  Princely 
Pleasures  and  Delicate  Delight,  in  Two  Parts  (third 
edition,  1620,  "enlarged  and  corrected  by  Richard 
Johnson"),  appears  a  version  entitled  "the  Shepherd's 
Resolution,  to  the  Tune  of  the  Young-man's  Opinion." 
This  consists  of  verses  i,  3,  and  5,  from  the  1615  edition 
(with  slight  variations),  and  five  additional  verses,  prob 
ably  by  the  editor,  of  a  far  inferior  character. 

One  parody  is  in  Thomas  Beedome's  Poems  Divine 
and  Humane,  1641.  This  was  reprinted  in  Henry 
Bold's  Wit  a  Sporting  in  a  Pleasant  Grove  of  New 
Fancies,  1657.  A  second  and  more  pleasant  parody  is 
in  Book  VI.  (Erato)  of  Thomas  Heywood's  TvvaiKiiov, 
1624. 


I96 


INTER   EQUITAND.  PALINOD. 

For  this  artificial  style  of  composition,  compare  an. 
elaborate  poem,  "A  Meditation  upon  Death,"  at  the 
end  of  Amanda  (1635),  by  Thomas  Cranley,  the  friend 
of  Wither.  The  ^refrain  is,  ' '  Nothing  more  sure  than 
death,  for  all  must  die  "  ;  these  nine  words  form  the 
initial  words  of  the  first  four  lines  of  nine  six-line  stanzas, 
one  after  the  other.  Cranley  was  "a  Prisoner  in  the 
King's-bench  "  at  the  time  of  publication. 


SONNET 

"  Hence  away,  thou  Siren,  leave  me." 
.This  was  incorporated,   with  certain  alterations,  in 
Fair  Virtue,  11.  2395 — 2494. 


197 


MASTER  JOHNSON'S  ANSWER  TO 
MASTER  WITHERS 


This  parody,  often  supposed  to  be  by  Ben  Jonson, 
may  almost  certainly  be  attributed  to  Richard  Johnson 
(1573 — 1659),  the  editor  of  the  Golden  Garland  (see  note 
on  the  Author's  Resolution,  p.  196) ;  it  is  taken  from  a 
very  rare  song-book — 

A  |  DESCRIPTION  |  OF  LOVE.  |  With  certaine  { 
Epigrams  \  Elegies  \  and  |  Sonnets.  \  AND  \  Also  Mast. 
IOHNSONS  |  Answere  to  Master  |  WITHERS.  |  With  the 
Crie  of  Ludgate,  and  |  the  SONG  of  the  |  Begger. 

There  is  only  a  copy  of  the  sixth  edition  of  1629  in  the 
British  Museum.  The  first  appeared  in  1620,  a  ninth  in 
1638.  Ritson  reprinted  the  parody  in  Ancient  Songs 
and  Ballads. 


A  LOVE  SONNET 


This  is  also  from  "A  Description  of  Love."  In 
Warton's  Companion  to  the  Oxford  Guide  it  is  attributed 
to  John  Taylor  the  Water-poet.  The  chief  authority 
for  attributing  it  to  Wither  is  Hearne,  who  quoted  the 
third  stanza  as  Wither's. 

Granted  that  the  poem  was  written  by  Wither,  the 
reference  to  "  Medley"  in  1.  17,  and  the  word  "  gown" 
in  1.  60,  would  imply  that  it  was  probably  written  at 
Oxford.  Medley  was  the  name  of  "a  large  house 
between  Godstow  and  Oxford,"  long  since  removed ;  but 
the  name  remains  attached  to  the  weir  on  the  Thames 
just  above  the  city. 

198 


EPITHALAMIA 


To  THE  CHRISTIAN  READERS. 

1.  i.  "My  book  of  Satirical  Essays,"  i.  e.,  Abuses 
Stript  and  Whipt.  This  is  a  conclusive  proof  that  an 
edition  of  Abuses  appeared  before  the  date  of  Epi- 
thalamia,  the  first  edition  of  which  is  dated  1612,  which 
date,  however,  implies  early  in  1613  according  to  modern 
computation,  as  the  marriage  which  the  poem  celebrates 
took  place  on  the  i4th  of  February,  1612 — 3,  and  Epi- 
thalamia  was  written  after  the  marriage. 


EPITHALAMION. 

1.  21.  I  have  not  been  able  to  discover  where  "  Caer 
Winn"  is.  "  Arle  "  is  presumably  the  river  from  which 
Alresford  takes  its  name  (see  Fair  Virtue,  1.  33,  and 
note).  "  Dis  "  is  a  further  difficulty. 

1.  24.  The  winter  of  1612 — 13  was  very  severe. 
Amongst  other  things,  we  hear  that  Dover  pier  was 
destroyed  ( Court  and  Times  of  James  I.,  vol.  i.,  p.  219). 

1.  28.     "air"  is  dissyllabic.     Cp.  1.  416. 

1.  86.  There  was  much  Papistical  objection  to  the 
marriage. 

1.  106.  Notice  from  the  collations  that  between  the 
1620  and  1622  editions  Wither  changed  "for  to  see" 
into  "to  behold."  For  this  change  cp.  also  11.  184,  203, 
388,  404. 

1.  121.  "tired  In  such  a  glorious  fashion."  "The 
199 


200  NOTES 

Lady  Wotton  had  a  gown  that  cost  fifty  pounds  a  yard 
the  embroidery"  (Court  and  Times  of  James  I.,  vol.  L, 
p.  226). 

1.  127.  Wither  is  confusing  the  marriage  of  Pirithous 
and  Hippodamia,  where  Mars  sowed  dissension,  with 
that  of  Peleus  and  Thetis,  at  which  the  goddess  of 
Discord,  displeased  at  not  being  invited,  threw  into  the 
assembly  of  the  gods  the  famous  golden  apple,  which 
was  the  prize  awarded  to  Venus  at  the  judgment  of  Paris. 
"  Her  "  in  1.  128  refers  of  course  to  Juno. 

1.  141.  The  fireworks  took  place  on  the  night  of  the 
Thursday  (Feb.  n)  before  the  marriage,  the  mock  sea- 
fight  on  the  Saturday  (Feb.  13).  The  fireworks  con 
sisted  chiefly  of  rockets,  with  set-pieces  of  St.  George  and 
the  Dragon  and  a  stag-hunt.  "Thundering  echoes" 
were  more  prevalent  in  ancient  fireworks  than  now.  The 
cost  exceeded  5ooo/. 

The  sea-fight  was  conducted  between  "a  Venetian 
man-of-war,  a  ship  called  a  carvell,  and  seventeen 
Turkish  galleys."  The  Turkish  boats  were  success 
ful  and  convoyed  their  prizes  to  a  castle  built  on 
"  the  Lambeth  side"  ;  next  came  a  Spanish  fleet,  which 
was  also  beaten;  finally  "fifteen  sail  of  the  King's 
pinnaces,"  representing  England,  had  a  tough  struggle 
with  the  Turkish  vessels,  but,  of  course,  eventually  beat 
them  and  burned  the  "  castle."  Nine  thousand  pounds 
were  expended  on  this  ;  and  the  carping  John  Chamber 
lain  records  several  accidents,  losses  of  hands  and  eyes 
(for  longer  accounts,  see  Nichols'  Progresses  of  James  /., 
and  The  Court  and  Times  of  James  I. ,  passim). 

1.  152.  "friscols,"  friskings. 

1.  182.  "fames."  The  plural  is  used  apparently  for 
the  sake  of  the  rhyme. 

1.  195.  It  was  foretold  that  Thetis  was  destined  to 
bear  a  son  who  should  become  greater  than  his  father. 

1.  213.  "to  be  let  past."  Cp.  last  line  of  Fidelia, 
"  If  we  let  our  go  past,  'tis  past  for  ever." 

1.  217.  "And  that"  depends  on  "we  find,"  1.  211, 
11.  214 — 6  being  parenthetical. 

1.  233  ff.     See  notes  above  on  1.  141. 

1.308.  "  affairs,"  trisyllabic.  Cp.  the  dissyllable  "  air," 
1.  28  above. 


EPITHALAMIA  201 

1.  315  ff.     Cp.  Milton,  Comus,  1.  859  ff.  : — 
"  Sabrina  fair, 

Listen  where  thou  art  sitting 
Under  the  glassy,  cool,  translucent  wave, 

In  twisted  braids  of  lilies  knitting 
The  loose  train  of  thy  amber-dropping  hair." 

It  is,  perhaps,  not  too  much  to  suppose  that  Milton 
had  read  this  passage  in  Wither. 

!•  3^5-  "  Fet,"  fetch,  though  it  usually  signifies 
"fetched." 

1.398.  "  Once  a  year  Apollo  smileth."  This  and  its 
Latin  counterpart  are  used  elsewhere  in  contemporary 
literature  (see  Heywood's  Pleasant  Dialogues  and 
Dramma's(i6yj),  Dialogue  between  Apollo  and  Daphne, 
fin.),  but  I  do  not  know  their  origin. 

1.  405  ff.  The  ' '  Scourge  "  is  the  supplementary  satire 
appended  to  the  Abuses  Stript  and  Whipt,  and  contains 
a  direct  reference  to  the  "  Bishops'  Chancellor,"  Lord 
Ellesmere,  which  was  sufficient  to  make  Wither  "almost 
hated  in  Court." 

1.  416.     "air,"  dissyllabic.     Cp.  1.  28  above. 

I.  442.     The  Lords'  Masque  was  by  Thomas  Campion, 
presented  on  the  wedding  night ;  on  the  Monday  night 
the  Masque  of  the  Middle  Temple  and   Lincoln's  Inn 
was  produced  by  George  Chapman.     Later  in  the  week, 
after  a  postponement,  a  third  Masque  was  exhibited, 
written  by  Francis  Beaumont  for  the  Inner  Temple  and 
Gray's  Inn. 

II.  481—2.    Withers  wish  was  fulfilled.     At  the  battle 
of  Naseby  he  and   Prince  Rupert  were  both  present, 
though  on  opposite  sides.    Even  more  striking,  as  uncon 
scious  prophecy,  is  1.  520., 


CERTAIN  EPIGRAMS   CONCERNING 
MARRIAGE 

No.  3,  1.  8.  "near-hand,"  nearly.  Cp.  Shepherds 
Hunting,  Eclogue  II.,  1.  114  and  note. 

No.  5,  11.  4,  6.  A  confusion  of  Hell  with  Hades,  and 
the  devils  of  one  with  the  ghosts  of  the  other.  A  parallel 
confusion  is  that  in  Fair  Virtue,  1.  608,  between  Heaven 
and  Olympus,  "  angels  "  and  "Jove." 


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