APPENDIX

Faire Loue rest thee heere, Neuer yet was morne so cleere, Sweete be not vnkinde, Let me thy fauour finde, Or else for loue I die. Harke this pretty bubling spring, How it makes the Meadowes ring, Loue now stand my friend, Heere let all sorrow end, 10And I will honour thee. See where little Cupid lyes, Looking babies in her eyes. Cupid helpe me now, Lend to me thy bowe, To wound her that wounded me. Heere is none to see or tell, All our flocks are feeding by, This Banke with Roses spred, Oh it is a dainty bed, 20Fit for my Loue and me. Harke the birds in yonder Groaue, How they chaunt vnto my Loue, Loue be kind to me, As I haue beene to thee, For thou hast wonne my hart. Calme windes blow you faire, Rock her thou gentle ayre, O the morne is noone, The euening comes too soone, 30To part my Loue and me. The Roses and thy lips doo meete, Oh that life were halfe so sweete, Who would respect his breath, That might die such a death, Oh that life thus might die. All the bushes that be neere, With sweet Nightingales beset, Hush sweete and be still, Let them sing their fill, 40There's none our ioyes to let. Sunne why doo'st thou goe so fast? Oh why doo'st thou make such hast? It is too early yet, So soone from ioyes to flit Why art thou so vnkind? See my little Lambkins runne, Looke on them till I haue done, Hast not on the night, To rob me of her light, 50That liue but by her eyes. Alas, sweete Loue, we must depart, Harke, my dogge begins to barke, Some bodie's comming neere, They shall not find vs heere, For feare of being chid. Take my Garland and my Gloue, Weare it for my sake my Loue, To morrow on the greene, Thou shalt be our Sheepheards Queene, 60Crowned with Roses gay. Mich. Drayton.

Such was old Orpheus cunning, That sencelesse things drew neere him, And heards of beasts to heare him, The stock, the stone, the Oxe, the Asse came running, Morley! but this enchaunting To thee, to be the Musick-God is wanting. And yet thou needst not feare him; Draw thou the Shepherds still and Bonny lasses, And enuie him not stocks, stones, Oxen, Asses.

Like as a man, on some aduenture bound His honest friendes, their kindnes to expresse, T'incourage him of whome the maine is own'd; Some venture more, and some aduenture lesse, That if the voyage (happily) be good: They his good fortune freely may pertake; If otherwise it perrish in the flood, Yet like good friends theirs perish'd for his sake. On thy returne I put this little forth, My chaunce with thine indifferently to proue, Which though (I know) not fitting with thy worth, Accept it yet since it proceedes from loue; And if thy fortune prosper, I may see I haue some share, though most returne to thee. Mich. Drayton.

Such men as hold intelligence with Letters, And in that nice and Narrow way of Verse, As oft they lend, so oft they must be Debters, If with the Muses they will haue commerce: Seldome at Stawles, me, this way men rehearse, To mine Inferiours, not unto my Betters: He stales his Lines that so doeth them disperse; I am so free, I loue not Golden-fetters. And many Lines fore Writers, be but Setters To them which cheate with Papers; which doth pierse, Our Credits: when we shew our selues Abetters: To those that wrong our knowledge: we rehearse Often (my good Iohn; and I loue) thy Letters; Which lend me Credit, as I lend my Verse. Michael Drayton.

In new attire (and put most neatly on) Thou Murray mak'st thy passionate Queene apeare, As when she sat on the Numidian throne, Deck'd with those Gems that most refulgent were. So thy stronge muse her maker like repaires, That from the ruins of her wasted vrne, Into a body of delicious ayres: Againe her spirit doth transmigrated turne, That scortching soile which thy great subiect bore, Bred those that coldly but exprest her merit, But breathing now vpon our colder shore, Here shee hath found a noble fiery spirit, Both there, and here, so fortunate for Fame, That what she was, she's euery where the same. M. Drayton.

Deare Tom, thy booke was like to come to light, Ere I could gaine but one halfe howre to write; They go before whose wits are at their noones, And I come after bringing Salt and Spoones. Many there be that write before thy Booke, For whom (except here) who could euer looke? Thrice happy are all wee that had the Grace To haue our names set in this liuing place. Most worthy man, with thee it is euen thus, As men take Dottrels, so hast thou ta'n vs. Which as a man his arme or leg doth set, So this fond Bird will likewise counterfeit: Thou art the Fowler, and doest shew vs shapes 10And we are all thy Zanies, thy true Apes. I saw this age (from what it was at first) Swolne, and so bigge, that it was like to burst, Growne so prodigious, so quite out of fashion, That who will thriue, must hazard his damnation: Sweating in panges, sent such a horrid mist, As to dim heauen: I looked for Antichrist Or some new set of Diuels to sway hell, Worser then those, that in the Chaos fell: Wondring what fruit it to the world would bring, 20At length it brought forth this: O most strange thing; And with sore throwes, for that the greatest head Euer is hard'st to be deliuered. By thee wise Coryate we are taught to know, Great, with great men which is the way to grow. For in a new straine thou com'st finely in, Making thy selfe like those thou mean'st to winne: Greatnesse to me seem'd euer full of feare, Which thou found'st false at thy arriuing there, Of the Bermudas, the example such, 30Where not a ship vntill this time durst touch; Kep't as suppos'd by hels infernall dogs, Our Fleet found their most honest wyld courteous hogs. Liue vertuous Coryate, and for euer be Lik'd of such wise men, as are most like thee. Explicit Michael Drayton.

Driue forth thy Flocke, young Pastor, to that Plaine, Where our old Shepheards wont their flocks to feed; To those cleare walkes, where many a skilfull Swaine To'ards the calme eu'ning, tun'd his pleasant Reede, Those, to the Muses once so sacred, Downes, As no rude foote might there presume to stand: (Now made the way of the vnworthiest Clownes, Dig'd and plow'd vp with each vnhallowed hand) If possible thou canst, redeeme those places, 10Where, by the brim of many a siluer Spring, The learned Maydens, and delightfull Graces Often haue sate to heare our Shepheards sing: Where on those Pines the neighb'ring Groues among, (Now vtterly neglected in these dayes) Our Garlands, Pipes, and Cornamutes were hong The monuments of our deserued praise. So may thy Sheepe like, so thy Lambes increase, And from the Wolfe feede euer safe and free! So maist thou thriue, among the learned prease, 20As thou young Shepheard art belou'd of mee!

Chapman; We finde by thy past-prized fraught, What wealth thou dost vpon this Land conferre; Th'olde Grecian Prophets hither that hast brought, Of their full words the true interpreter: And by thy trauell, strongly hast exprest The large dimensions of the English tongue; Deliuering them so well, the first and best, That to the world in Numbers euer sung. Thou hast vnlock'd the treasury, wherein 10All Art, and knowledge haue so long been hidden: Which, till the gracefull Muses did begin Here to inhabite, was to vs forbidden. In blest Elizivm (in a place most fit) Vnder that tree due to the Delphian God, Musæus, and that Iliad Singer sit, And neare to them that noble Hesiod, Smoothing their rugged foreheads; and do smile, After so many hundred yeares to see Their Poems read in this farre westerne Ile, 20Translated from their ancient Greeke, by thee; Each his good Genius whispering in his eare, That with so lucky, and auspicious fate Did still attend them, whilst they liuing were, And gaue their Verses such a lasting date. Where slightly passing by the Thespian spring, Many long after did but onely sup; Nature, then fruitfull, forth these men did bring, To fetch deep Rowses from Ioues plentious cup. In thy free labours (friend) then rest content, 30Feare not Detraction, neither fawne on Praise: When idle Censure all her force hath spent, Knowledge can crowne her self with her owne Baies. Their Lines, that haue so many liues outworne, Cleerely expounded shall base Enuy scorne. Michael Drayton.