PAN'S PIPE, Three Pastoral Eglogues, in English HEXAMETER. WITH OTHER POETICAL Verses delightful.  
Parue nec invideo, sine me liber ibis in arua,  
He● mihi quod domino non licet ire tuo.  
For the further delight of the Reader, the Printer hath annexed hereunto the delectable Poem of the Fisherman's Tale.  
Imprinted at London by Richard Ihones, at the sign of the Rose and Crown, near to S. Andrew's Church in Holborn. 1595.   

To all youthful Gentlemen, or Apprentices, favourers of the divine Art of sense-delighting Poesy.  
GENTLEMEN, expect not in this my slender volume, amorous passions of some Courtly Lover, graced (as the custom is, with super fine rhetorical phrases: look not here for some melodious ditties, descended from the wel-tuned strings of Apollo's sweet-sounding Cittern: here plainly have I presented unto your view rustic Tityrus, rehearsing in rude country terms to his fellow Thirsis his happy bliss, and lucky fortune in obtaining the love of his desired Phillida: Or clownish Coridon, one while taking and giving acquaint taunts and privy quips of and to his froliking Copesmates: One while again contending for superiority, in tuning rural ditties on Pan's pastoral pipe. Now Gentlemen, if with Coridon, you shall find me not to play so well as the rest of my fellows, my sole and humble request is, that you would not forth with proceed in condign judgement against me, but with wise Faustus conceal your opinion, which doing, you shall animate, otherwise altogether discourage a young beginner.  
Yours ever in courtesy. ●. S.   

author AD LIBRUM.  
VAde liber, rus dulce subi, pete pascua l●ta  
alba ubi depascurt agmina mill gregum  
Te lacta accipict pecorum Benef●ldia dives,  
ad●●nies gratus montibus ipse suis.  
Vis ubi pastorum gelidis numerosa sub umbris  
sistula arundinea cartatna loeta canit,  
Ibit 〈◊〉 Coridon te complexurus▪ Alexis  
accipiet, Thirsis te leget are rudi.  
Laudabit doctus Dominum tibicine faustus.  
hunc hedera dignum Thestilis ore canet.  
Heu si forte via rocta peregrinus aberres  
& Domino sumas orbus in urbe locum  
Ridebit civis te, nescit rustica civis,  
rustica t● cantas, rusticus ergo legat.  
Formido nimium ne Momus itinere cernat  
mordebit dominum ferr●a ltngua tuum,  
Quam potes excusa▪ dic est herus exul, amica  
non datur huic requies, fert iuga, vade liber.   

Pan's Pipe.  
IT was in the month of May,  
All the field now looked gay:  
Little Robin finely sang,  
with sweet notes each greenwood rang.  
Philomene forgetful the●,  
Of her rape by Tere●s done.  
In most rare and joyful wise,  
Sent her notes unto the skies:  
Progne with her bloody breast,  
'Gan in chimney build her nest.  
Flora made each place excel  
with fine flowers sweet in smell.  
Violets of purple hue,  
Primroses most rich in show:  
Unto which with speedy flight,  
Bees did fly and on them light▪  
And with Thyme loading their thighs,  
Did it caric to their hives.  
Some it took, which they had brought,  
And in combs it rarely wrought.  
Fish from crystal waves did rise,  
After gnats and little flies:  
Little Lambs did leap and play,  
By their Dams in Meadows gay.  
And assoon as Lucifer  
Had expelled the lesser stars,  
Tityrus and Thirsis hight,  
Through a lettice-seeing light,  
Which did come from Ecus bright.  
As they lay in drowsy beds,  
Up did lift their sluggish heads:  
Hasting Sheep from folds to let,  
Sheep which bleated for their meat.  
Sheep let out from place to place,  
Greedily did pluck up grass.  
And by chance as herds did meet,  
shepherds did each other greet,  
Thirsis looked very sad,  
As he some ill fortune had:  
Tityrus first 'gan to speak,  
And his mind in this sort break.   

Eglogue first.  Tityrus. Thirsis. 
THirsis what mean these heavy looks? thy face so besprented  
with tears, shows ill news, why? thou wert wont to be merry  
Want on a pipe to play, to grace our joyful assemblies,  
With merry jests and sports, tell me why art thou so pensive?  Th. 
Ah Tityrus, Tityrus, how can I cease to be pensive?  
One o'mine ewes last night, hard fortune, died in ●aning,  
One o'mine ewes, a great ewe, whose fruit I chief did hope of,  
Eaned a tidie lamb, which she no sooner had eaned,  
But the Fox did it eat, whilst I slept under a thicket:  
Thus have I lost mine Ewe, my lamb the Fox thus hath eaten:  
Ah Tityrus, Tityrus, how can I cease to be pensive?  Tyt. 
Hard fortune neighbour, but what? will heaviness help you?  
Will grief get your sheep again? cast care away therefore,  
Eat dolour, use patience, patience in misery profits:  
To smile is wisdom when waspish destiny thunders.  Th. 
Good counsel Tityrus, but not so easily followed,  
Man is borne in grief, and grieveth at every mishap.  
I think we shepherds take greatest pains of all others,  
Sustain greatest losses, we be tired with daily labour,  
With cold in winter, with heat in summer oppressed,  
To many harms our tender flocks, to many diseases  
Our sheep are subject, the thie●e pra●es over our heardlings,  
And worse than the thief, the Fox prays over our heardlings,  
Thus we poor herdsmen are pinched and plagued above other.  Tyt. 
Truth, but I know not why, we do not only deserve it,  
But let's be content, sith Fortune hath so provided.  
And rather hark to my tale, sith under this shady valley  
Either of us do sit, sith both our flocks be together,  
Let's now tell our ancient loves, lest sleep cr●●pe upon us,  
And the crafty Fox, who priviliy lurks in a thicket,  
Or in these huge holes, our lambs should greedily murder:  
Better is it to wake, than sleep, what thing ever happens.  Th. 
Content, yet fro my mind this grief yet cannot ● banish,  
Begin first yourself, you first made mention of it.  Tyt. 
Well, ●●e now begin, Venus aid me, sweet Venus aid me,  
Aid me Cupid once my friend, the prosperous event  
Of my love to rehearse. Not far from hence in a village  
Was I borne, in a merry town rich in shady valleys,  
Rich in grounds, in soil fertile, in cattle abounding:  
With my father I lived, he was called rich Melibeus;  
Rich Melibeus was my Sire, old Mepsa my mother.  
Long time single I lived, long time unmarried I was:  
He would oft to me say, when shall I be called a Grandsire,  
She would oft to me say, when shall I be called a Grandam:  
Flora doth hope for thee, the lusty daughter of Aldus,  
Ian●s hopes thou shalt be to his daughter an husband:  
I despising love, hating the name of a woman.  
Would them both desire to let me single abide still,  
For love I did detest, I did hate a libidinous Hymen.  
But mark how't fell out, I ●ed my sheep in a pasture  
near to the wood, 'twas summer time, and I very weary,  
Down all alone me laid, no sooner down had I laid me,  
But sleep shut mine eyes, near to this wood abode hunters,  
Hunters, who let slip at an hare, the grove she recovered,  
And got away, the dogs returned, and ran to my cattle:  
My sheep from them ran, great harm they did to my cattle:  
They did a Weather kill, they killed a douty good Ew-lambe.  
Up I rose, my sheep I missed, and nought but a carcase  
Of my Weather I saw, the claws and skulls of an Ewe-lambe.  
Out alas I cried, I am undone, spoiled and undone,  
Long time amazed I stood, one while false destiny blaming.  
And drowsy sleep, who closed mine eyes whilst merciless hunters  
Suffered hounds my sheep to devour, like Mercury sometimes  
On's sleep-aluring pipe who played, while he murdered Argus,  
Argus set with an hundred eyes: or like to the Fouler,  
Who on a whistle plays most sweetly, whilst he deceiveth  
Foolish birds: thus standing amazed, my neighbour Alexis  
Came to me, crying out, strooken also with the same arrow▪  
He made doleful moan, seven of mine Ewes be devoured,  
And the rest are strayed away, sweet Tityrus help me,  
Help me (saith he) to seek them again, I laboured also  
Of the same disease, we two went sadly together  
Through desert mountains, large fields, and arable pastures,  
Seeking our chased herds: at length in a brierie valley,  
Between two forests, some of Amintas his heardlings  
Found we lying down, and seeking still for his other,  
Under a shade by chance he saw Galatea, he saw her,  
And burnt in her love, poor wretch he cried, he sighed,  
Making skies resound his sad and pitiful echoes,  
And unmindful quite of his heardling, he wholly delighted  
In talking of her, and passing by her, I willed him  
To reject this love, which would bring beggary with it,  
He with a sigh 'gan straight exclaim, O happy, thrice happy  
Should I be if when, the fates, and destiny calls me,  
In her lap mine head might lie, and her pretty fingers  
Might close up my keycold e●es: O wood-mightie Sy●uan,  
Keep I beseech thee all sweet herbs, let not greedy cattle  
Pluck them up, reserve them till my Lady be buried:  
Then let all the ground be strawed with favourite blossoms,  
And write upon her tomb, Here lieth a maid, which a goddess  
Would have been to her Love, had she not been o●er-anstere,  
Loug thus he lived ie deep despair, all company shunning:  
And at length (poor wretch) his days in misery ended.  
Back again I returned in an other field than I sought them.  
Like one half mad I ran, I found some hard by the milhedge,  
Some by the forest side, my knotted Ram still I miss:  
Him I sent my boy to seek, he wandered all day,  
In shady woods till night, and weary thought to return him.  
But 'twas dark, and making haste, a trench he fell into,  
Made to deceive wild beasts, and could by no means get away thence,  
Thus my boy was in hold my Ram was caught in a thicket,  
Up next morn I rose, musing where Willie remained,  
Forth I went, 'twas holie-day, I asked of each one,  
If they saw my ram, and if they saw little Willy,  
Willy no where was found, I sought him through shad'y mountains  
Through vast caves and wood, I cried, I shouted, I hollowed,  
But 'twas all in vain, at length a stranger I met with,  
Into the pits to look, who was new come to the forest,  
Him did I ask also, but he saw not my little Willie:  
We two together walked, when we came near to the pitfall,  
Hearing us two talk, like a mouse in a cheese he did exclaim,  
Into the trench we looked, who could not laugh to behold it,  
A Fox fallen therein did stand with Will in a corner:  
Will did fear the Fox, the Fox did fear little Willy,  
Out we plucked him first, his fellow prisoner after.  
Glad was Will he was out, and I was gladder I found him,  
Home we returned, and as we returned, lo destiny fawning,  
Found I my Ram in a thicket tide, I greatly rejoiced:  
Summer it was, it was midday, the Sun was at highest,  
Will led home my Ram, I softly followed after,  
Will went through the fields, but I went through shady pastures  
Shunning Titan's beams, but ah unfortunate Herdsman,  
Shunning an outward heat, a fire I purchased inward▪  
Under a tree, by Damon's close, very many resorted,  
Maids and men did thither flock, there merrily piped.  
Lucidas on his new bagpipe, than Pollio danced,  
janus leapt and skipped, than thy young uncle Amintas  
Danced I remember with many more too long to repeat now.  
Here I stayed, this ●rue I viewed, I spied Alexis  
Dance with a Lass, a gallant Lass, me thought she did exce●  
All the rest in beauty, in shape, in com●lie behaviour:  
Phillida was her name, I thought each joint of her heavenly:  
Look what parts lay hid, those I far fairer imagined.  
Ah, how she pleased my mind, her cheeks were ruddy like apl●●,  
With red streams besprent, her hair as brown as a berry:  
Black were her eyes, her hands did show as was a good housewife,  
No want in her I saw, for where she squinted a little,  
That did grace her I thought, thus was I caught on a sudden▪  
Ah, how oft I wished myself in place of Alexis,  
He to d●llie had learned, to dance I never had used,  
And then I shamed to begin. But mark what followed after▪  
Codra to dance did come, the lusty daughter of Aldus:  
Her when Alexis espied, he with all speed Phillida leaving,  
Caught he● by the white hand, at this my Phillida frowned,  
She did Alexis love, b●t Alexis Codra desired:  
In stepped I to her straight, I willed her not to be sorry,  
I will be thy love (said I) care not for Alexis,  
I will a wooing come, from me she flung in an anger,  
And with a scornful look, w●l (saith she) some body loves me▪  
Home then I went dismayed, and si●k, my countenance heavy,  
Sotted were my senses all, my mind very pensive,  
One while I laid me down, of such idle fantasies hoping,  
That s●●epe would me deprive, therein was I greatly deceived.  
No sooner had sleep closed mine ●ies, but Phillida forthwith  
Into my mind did come, still I thought she danced with Alexis:  
Ah how my mother gree●'d▪ when she did see me so pensive?  
She fetched milk and ale, and for me she made a posset:  
She fetched flower and eggs, and for me she made a puddings  
But no meat would down with me, my father as hea●y,  
Unto the wiseman went, he was a physician also,  
He said I was in love, some devil had told it him, I think,  
Then to me forthwith he came, he charged me with it, he pra●d me  
To disclose my mind, and he would do what he could do:  
Then confessed I my love, 'tis (said I) Phillida father,  
Philida, Dam●ns daughter it is, whose love thus I burn in,  
Be content, my father said, her love will I su● for,  
Well doth Damon know Melibeus chests be not empty,  
At this I comfort took, rose, went int' field to my cattle,  
Both full of hope and ●eare. To Damon went Melibeus▪  
Told him all the tale, and for his daughter he prayed,  
I give my consent, but I fear, quoth he Phillida will not,  
She shall like and love, for she hath very may rejected.  
These news brought to me as I sat alone by mine heardling▪  
Son, saith he, go thyself, speak to Philida, Damon  
Will give his good will, if thou canst also get her love.  
Home forthwith I went, myself I finely b●d●cked,  
Combed mine head, I washed my face, my spruce leather jerkin▪  
On did I put my ruffs, my yellow-lether galigaskins,  
Then full of hope and fear I went, my Phillida spinning,  
Sat by the door, I went unto her, I cold her, I kissed her,  
Proffered her many gifts, but she refused many proffers:  
Craved of her, her good will, but she did flatly deny me,  
Wild me leave my suit, and not proceed any further.  
Impatient of repulse, her three times after I wooed:  
Gifts many pence me cost, three times again she repelled me:  
Desperate altogether then with bewitched Amintas,  
Into the woods I went, and merry company leaving,  
In uncouth mountains, in deserts and shady valleys,  
All my delight I took, I never looked to my cattle:  
They for a pray were left to the Fox, to the wolf to the Lion,  
And had I not been helped, I should have died with Amyntas.  
But now Fortune smiled, with Alexis Phillida daily▪  
Used to sport and play, unto him she daily resorted,  
She brought him conserves, she brought him sugared almonds  
He not loving her, but with her flattery moved,  
Lay with her, and in time with child poor Phillida proved:  
He then fearing lest he should her marry by constraint,  
Fled from his Uncle in haste (for he remained) with his uncle)  
Phillida fearing lest, she should be mocked of each one,  
Looked more blithe on me, as I sat under a Myrtle,  
She passed by, me thought, and smiled upon me▪  
Her looks favour showed, then again my suit I renewed,  
Went and wooed her again, and far more tractable found her:  
Next day to Damon's house I went, and with me my sire,  
There were cakes and ale, and each one greatly rejoiced:  
Then we were made sure, and wedding day was appointed,  
Which at length did come, the time long wished for approached;  
We twain were conjoined, that day we merrily passed,  
Great good cheer we made, Licida● and Pollio piped,  
All th'whole country danced: with credit thus was I wedded:  
Which when Alexis heard, with all speed home he returned.  
And see Thirsis, I pray, what a quiet wise have I gotten,  
She yet never scowled she never frowned on Alexis,  
But looked mildly on him, though he so greatly abused her,  
he'll now come to my house, and sit with me by the fire,  
he'll now sit by my wife, whilst I go look to my cattle:  
We two be great friends, and to thee (Thirsis) I tell it,  
Thee for a friend I take, to my biggest boy is he father,  
But very few do it know. A large ground now have I ploughed,  
And 'tis more than time to unyoke my wearied horses:  
Thirsis, I have to thee now declared the history pleasant  
Of my love: Rehearse yours, as you promised erewhile.  Th. 
Wel. I begin to declare't: OPEN an melodious help me:  
But see neighbour I pray, Tyta● is carried headlong  
Into the sea, see, clouds counite, a storm is a breeding:  
And pitchie-night draws on apace, let's hastily therefore,  
Divide our cattle, to the coats lets speedily drive them.  Tyt. 
Let's run apace, till again we meet you shall be my debtor.  

Gloomy Winter reigned as King,  
Hoary frost did nip each thing:  
Fields looked naked now and bare,  
Fields which like a Chaos were.  
Earth of grass was now quite void,  
Bor●as each thing destroyed.  
Leavelesse trees seemed to lament,  
Chirping birds were discontent:  
Seeking food in uncouth lanes,  
Where they caught their fatal banes.  
Philomene did now recant  
Woefully sharp winter's want:  
Progne fled to place unknown,  
somewhere making doleful moan.  
Tereus' pinched with want did cry,  
justly plagued for villainy,  
Fish in deep themselves did hide,  
Daring not in fords abide:  
cattle bleated for their meat.  
cattle found no food to eat.  
Titan had his head lift up,  
Lulde a sleep in Thetis lap.  
When two Swains were newly gone.  
Melibeus and Damon,  
Hungry flocks to let from fold,  
Flocks half starved with want and cold.  
Herds had eaten morning's bait,  
Shepherds met together straight.  
Melibeus, men report.  
Spoke to Damon in this sort.    

Eglogue second.  Damon. Melibeus. 
Good-morrow Damon.  ●Da. 
Good-morrow good Melibeus.  
What? your comely daughter, whose love so many desired  
Is now wedded I hear to a Citizen, is she so dainty,  
That none but Citizens will please her? or are ye so wealthy,  
That you scorn us Herds, your mates and fellows? I ●ear me,  
Once before she die, she'll wish she had wedded an herdsman.  Mel. 
Peace Damon, content yourself, first hear the desendant,  
Ere you give judgement, let's sit down friendly together  
On this sunny bank, whilst Titan's fiery glances  
Warm our limbs, and melt hoary snows, I'll tell the beginning  
And end of their love, end, midst, and original of it.  
When my girl was young, to Cupid's fiery weapons  
And not yet subject, than had my neighbour Alexi●,  
A little son, both borne in a day, th'one loved each other:  
As brother and sister, as twain of one issue begotten:  
And as children use, they two would dally together,  
Sport & play, both went to the school, as years came upon them:  
So their love increased, years made this amity greater:  
Age made love increase, and still my neighbour Alexis  
(As most men are wont) esteeming worst of his own art,  
Set his son to the school, to schools of Apollo:  
Wholly in ●oy he lived, what sports, the country did afford,  
What plays, what pastimes, those he used, all labour abhorring,  
Time brought choice of sports, each quarter sundry pleasures:  
In spring time when fields are green, when every bramble  
Looketh fresh, when every bush with melody soundeth,  
Of little birds rising, before bright Titan appeared,  
Into the fields did he go, which then fair Flora bedecked,  
With redolent blossoms, O how grateful to the senses  
Were th' odorifferous smells which when Aurora to Ph●bus  
'Gan to set open her gates, the fragrant flowers afforded,  
O how to hear did he joy the musical harmony, which then  
Each little bird did make. He would go then with a spud staff  
Unto the levy woods; the dens where Coneys had hidden  
Their young ones to seek, to find ●ong birds he delighted:  
Greatly now did he joy, the lightfooted hare to run after:  
With may yelping hounds, the swift-foot 〈◊〉 by the forest,  
To pursue with dogs, with an hawk to encounter a partridge  
At this time the top, the tennis ball was a pastine:  
At this time no small delight he took in a foteball:  
When Lodi● Ver had run her race, and Phoebus ascending  
Unto the highest, began to scorch with ●iery glances  
Flor●s fruits, and Verse gay gifts, when Rye with a sickle  
Down to be cut began, and empty barns to be filled.  
Then to the Crystal lake and silver river of Alphus  
Used he to go (Good Lord) how greatly to bathe him he joyed  
In his running stream, what pleasure company meeting,  
Took he to sport on's reedy banks: sometimes with an angle,  
And false show of a bait glittering fish craftily taken: (them●  
Wold he twitch from his waves, with nets oft times he deceived  
Now by the mountains high, and forests levy to gather  
Stawberies and Damasens no small delight did he count it.  
But why recite I to thee these sports, thou these merry pastimes  
Know'st w●l enough, thou know'st what joys the country yieldeth.  
W●nter & autumn brought not a few ripe apples in autumn  
Pears and nuts to gather he used, all which he reserved,  
Winter's want to relieve. When gloomy Winter appeared,  
When hoary frosts did each thing nip, when Isacles hanged  
on each house, with milk-white snows when th'earth was all hidden  
Forth with a fouler he was to the welsprings & to the fountains  
& to the running lakes, whose ever movable waters  
Frost never alter could, therefore the long-billed hernshue,  
And little snipe did he set snares, with twigs craftily limed▪  
Pitfalls now for birds did he make, the musical Ows●e,  
The little Robin and the Thrush now greatly bewailing,  
winter's want with doleful tunes did he strike with a stone-bow.  
Cards and dice brought now great sport, sitting by the fire,  
Bowls full of ale to quaff off, ripe pears and mellowed apples  
To devour, to crack small nuts, now he counted a pleasure.  
But what need many words, lest over tedious I should  
Unto thee be, many plays, and pastimes here I will omit:  
I will omit his gun, I will not speak of his hand-bow:  
Which with a twanging string, he so many times hath bended  
But to be brief, his life, his greatest toil was a pleasure.  
And might I speak as I think, I would say boldly that he lived  
More in joy than Gods, sprung of celestial issue.  
But Fate is perverse, Fortune a friend to none always:  
This merry life the gods, the country gods which inhabit  
Earthly seats did note, (for to them jove in Olympus,  
Yet vouchsafes not a place) they saw't and murmured at it,  
Each one did complain that he so merrily lived▪  
Each one did complain that he them never adored.  
Not far from thence in a wood, in a vast and briery forest,  
There is a famous grove, with Oaks and pine trees abounding  
which neue● axe hath touched, whose tops the clouds cut asunder  
These no star could pierce, no sunbeam could ever enter:  
Hear near came Borea●, here near came fiery Titan.  
Temperature here always abides, the temperate air  
Causeth a daily spring, here blossoms daily do flourish:  
Herbs are green, which a lake, & crystal stream by the forest:  
With myld-sliding waves doth nourish with liquid humour,  
In midst of this grove the mild Creatresse of all things;  
Hath by wondrous art a stately palace erected:  
And from craggy rocks, great seats hath wisely created:  
God Sylnanus his haul, it need no carved upholders,  
Nor stately pillars to underprop, his gorgeous hanging  
Nought but heaven overhangs, Atlas himself doth uphold it.  
Hither all the Gods, hither all the progeny rural  
In came, each took a seat, each ●ate by Sylvan in order,  
At the higher end of the haul in a chair with gems very costly  
With levy wreaths on his head sat great Sylvanus adorned.  
Next ●ate rustick● Pan, next him sat beautiful Alphus.  
Alphus a river god, next him God Baccbus, all hanged  
with red-streamed grapes, next him Lady Ceres arrayed  
With ●ary wreaths of wheat: next her dame Flora bedecked  
With sweetsmelling herbs: then sat nymphs, Fairies & half-gods  
Syluans, Satyrs, Fauns, with all the rustical o●spring,  
Now giving statutes, now rebels sharply reforming:  
And checking sinners, at length they found them aggrieved  
With sweet Alexis son, that he them never adored,  
Despised their Deities, their gifts that he daily abused:  
Forthwith each god agreed to banish him from his empire,  
And kingdom for a time. Saith great Sylvanus, he never  
Till seven years be past, my fragrant empire hereafter,  
Shall by my leave sport in, thus am I fully resolved  
Neither saith God Pan, my realms and flourishing empire  
Where many flocks do feed, till seven years fully be passed:  
Shall he come in by my leave, thus am I fully resolved.  
I banish him also fro my banks so ready, saith Alphus,  
And I (saith Bacchus) f●o my fair and beautiful Orchards▪  
And I (saith Ceres) fro my fields and corn-bearing empire▪  
And ful this seven year shall he be (saith Flora) deprived  
Of freedom, and shall bear the servile yoke of a master,  
And dearly shall he smart for these his wanton abuses▪  
This the gods decreed, thus firmly was it enacted:  
And a day was set. They now inspired Alexis,  
And moved him to send his son, his son little Faus●us,  
Unto the city to learn a trade, this he fully believed,  
Was done for his good. Th'appointed time now approached,  
Now the day was at hand, good Lord what pitiful howling,  
Made that house, when he did departed, his father Alexis,  
Now 'gan sad look, and at this his heavy departure,  
These most woeful words with an heart most sorrowful uttered.  

THy days green blossoms, thy years young plants do resemble,  
but my time imitates Swa●s white and hoary feathers,  
To labour and take pains, thy years do will thee, my white hairs  
forewarn that death is ready to strike daily:  
Now therefore, O my son, these words I charge thee remember,  
Which to thee thy father, so duty binds me speaketh,  
Like little Bees fro their hives now must thou be banished of Bees  
and ants learn, they will teach thee, my son, to labour:  
They will teach thee to work, 〈◊〉 the Bee, she gathereth honey,  
and th'Ant corn▪ winters penury wisely fearing.  
So must thou take pains, whilst time willet thee, for old age  
thy body, though now strong, will very quickly weaken,  
A rainy day will come, crookedage will (I say) creep upon thee▪  
enemy's unto work, enemies unto profit.  
A trade thou must learn, now must thou dwell in a city,  
which hath both virtues, and many vices in it:  
These thou must ●schew, these must thou greedily follow,  
these bring perdition, those ●redit and great honour:  
Bu● first thy maker see that thou serve above all things,  
serve him, he made thee, love him, he will thee govern:  
Be loy all and gentle, to thy master trusty, thy duty  
so requires, be to all a●●able, lowly, loving:  
And mark this one thing, detest evil company chiefly:  
for it will doubtless lead thee to folly: shun i●.  
Eat women's fair looks, Venus is fair but to be shunned:  
she's hurtful, of her slatery see thou take heed:  
As to the net with a call small birds are craftily alured,  
with false show of a bait, as little fish be taken:  
Even so women's looks entrap young novices oft times,  
see thou beware they be nought, she then I warn thee, fly them  
To know men's desire meddle not, but speak well of each one,  
so shalt thou get same, and love of all thy neighbours:  
Eat plays and theatres, go to sermons, here many vices:  
there thou shalt learn to magnify God thy maker.  
Both money and counsel I thee give, set more by my counsel,  
Than money, thou shalt be rich enough if thou do thus:  
More precious it is then gems which Tagus affordeth,  
then golden fleeces which Phasis I'll hap 〈◊〉 it.  
So far well my son, God bless and keep thee, remember  
these things, and God will surely preserve thee▪ Farewell.   

THis once said, he shed many tears▪ his mother as heavy,  
Screeking out, did bid him adieu, my daughter Alind●  
Seemed half mad with grief, she skies with do●lorous echoes  
Made to resound, among many words, these sadly pronouncing  
I will with thee go, I will be banished also,  
I'll take also part of thine hard destiny, Faustus,  
But now must he departed, time urged his heavy departure:  
Now needs must he go hence, farewell to the watery rivers,  
Farewell he said to the fields, to the woods, & greenleaved forest  
And to the town whom he thought surely he should neveragain see  
Now was he gone quite away, and at length came to the city,  
Where great god Thamasis, with an huge & horrible murmur  
Guideth his uncouth waves, here was the place where he rested,  
Here was he forced to abide the servile yoke of a master,  
Here what evils he abode, what misery suffered, I need not  
Tell thee: needless 'twas to tell thee'● Damon, imagine  
That many griffes he abode, much toil and slavery suffered,  
Many reproaches he bore, oft times my daughter Alinda  
Se●t privy gifts unto him, he greeted her oft with a token,  
& which was most rare, their love which when they were infants  
First began, neither ire of Gods, time an eater of all things,  
Nor proud waspish Fate, able was any whit to diminish,  
But the more fate, fretting time, and gods cruel anger  
Sought by threatening force, the same to cancel or alter,  
More greater it did wax, she sent, I remember a napkin  
With needle wrought unto him, wherein this posy she ●eined,  
Though time fret, gods chafe, and perverse destiny thunder,  
her mind yet never shall thi●e Alinda vary.  
This gift he received, and opportunity chancing  
a thing to him rate, this woeful letter he framed.   
Faustus to his loyal Alinda.  
Faustus', infaustus, forsaken, banished, exiled,  
in these sad writings, sendeth Al●nda greeting.  
Soone● my dear-love each star●e which shines in Olympus,  
each little sand mayst thou count by the watery seashore:  
Each bird which flieth, each leaf in woods shady growing,  
each sealed fish which swims in a frothy river,  
Then half the miseries which thy poor Faustus abideth:  
Ah, but I fear too much, lest thou be grieved at it.  
What joy? what comfort have I wretch▪ 'tis all in Alinda:  
Oh but that name oft much dolour also causeth:  
No sooner it's named, but joy of sense me depriveth,  
no sooner it's named, but tears fro mine eyes do trickle.  
joy in that thou stand'st in such adversity steadfast,  
tears in that from thee, dest●nic me so withholds,  
But yet though fate frown, though gods pursue me with anger  
though Fortune plague m●, penury pinch me daily:  
Grieve not Alinda for it, when I was exiled, imagine  
then that I died, I say, grieve not Alinda for it:  
And if in hope thou lin'st, say dearth sh●l never hereafter  
take fro me a second love, still will I live a widow,  
And it may fall out, gods taking pity, that once I  
shall to both our contents unto the● safclie return:  
Then what thing mortal, what thing celestial each where,  
shall joyful Faust●s from his Alinda detain it:  
Not golden apples, which rich Hisperia yieldeth,  
not little gems where with Tagus in I●d● floweth,  
How many more miseries, poor wretch, how many Charybdis,  
hoping to enjoy thee, would I not easily go through.  
Be stable and constant, whatsoever destinies happen,  
thy Faustus will stand, be still Alinda stable:  
No gem I send thee, yet a costly jewel I send thee,  
that which I want myself, farewell I send thee my Love,  
THis to my daughter he sent, and opportunity fitting,  
She this epistle framed, and to him privily sent it.  
knowst thou my Fastus, by the superscription, or seal  
who to thee this doleful and heavy ditty frameth:  
'tis thine Alinda my love, which in this ditty saluteth▪  
her Faustus, whose griefs are to thy sorrows equal.  
But fear not Faustus, live in hope, jove doth not all times▪  
thunder, delay will gods cruel anger abate:  
In time the Lion his fierce severity leaveth,  
soft drops of water mollify craggy pebbles:  
In time the heifer to the yoke is easily reduced:  
the stiffnecked colt doth yield to the rusty bridle:  
Then fear not Faustus, live in hope, frost doth not at all times  
each thing nip, time will gods cruel anger assuage.  
The trojan Captain, Venus' offspring, faithless Aeneas,  
in time out wore th'ire of great and angry juno.  
I'll be Penelope, be thou my loyal Ulysses,  
I'll be Perilla, be thou my trusty Naso.  
And be most certain, my mind I will never alter  
my fate whosoever, Destiny please to vary  
But fire and water, cold, heat, love and envy, desire  
and hate shall first and sooner agree together.  
Stream-hounting fishes forsake their watery channels,  
and in green pastures, and shady meadows abide  
Earth shall bea●e stars, heaven shall be cleft with a coulter,  
than any but Faustus shall his Alinda cour●▪  
Faustus adieu, to the gods, thy trusty and faithful Alinda,  
for thy safe return prays daily. Faustus adieu.  
This he received, and now the griefs and sorrows he suffered▪  
though greater and many more, yet now far lesser he deemed.  
TIme now past on apace, hope was their anchor & haven,  
And though great distance of space detained them asunder:  
Oft times in letters yet they twain privily talked:  
And last month his time was spent: to his father Alexis  
And to his frinnds he returned, oh how my daughter Alinda  
Joyed at this, amongst friends, as his heavy departure,  
Each thing seemed to lament, so each thing joyed his arrival.  
Now pr●y thee tell me Damon, who now so sharply reprovedst  
Should I remove her love, who was more trusty to Faustus,  
Then was Penelope the loyal wife of Ulysses.  Da. 
O rare ●idelitie, O faith immovable, worthy,  
Worthy to be rehearsed to all posterities after:  
Shouldst thou remove their love, I t●l the friend Melibeus,  
If thou shouldst, thou hadst deserved with Tantalus endless  
Pains to receive. But lo, the withered grass is all hidden  
With hoary ●nowes, our sheep want meat. Mel. Let's hastily therefore  
Go f●tch them fodder, which bleat so gr●d●lie for it.  

WInter now wore away cold with his hoary frosts,  
And now sharp Bor●as was made a prisoner:  
Now brought in Ladi● Ver smells odoristerous,  
And with blasts very calm Zephyrus entered,  
Each bird sent merrily musical harmony:  
The Cuckoo flew abroad with an ode uniform,  
This time every thing merrily welcomed,  
Swains with their silly trulls sat by their herds feeding,  
One while telling of ancient histories,  
Now playing on a pipe rustical harmony,  
And the ruddy Goddess, her many coloured  
Gates had scarce on a time to Titan opened,  
When three Swains Coridon, Thest●lis, and Damon,  
Having new sro the fields▪ their greedy flocks let out,  
Met by chance on a time under a shady tree,  
And who near to the tree stood with his heard alone,  
Faustus an aged man, master of harmony,  
These three mates when he saw speedily came to them.  
Up then rose Coridon, Thestilis and Damon,  
And prayed this aged heard to sit upon a turse.  
He sat, they sat again, Thestilis and Damon,  
And clownish Coridon, each held a pipe in hand,  
Th'old man left at home his musical instrument  
And he much reverenced for his age of the rest,  
First of all merrily spoke to the company.    

Eglogue third.  Faustus▪ Coridon, Thestilis, Damon. 
WHat great thanks, neighbours, to the gods celestial own we  
which such goodly weather have sent for our ewes that have eaned  
See neighbours each one, how finely Aurora saluteth  
Her loving Titan, how pale and ruddy she looketh,  
Our weaklings doubtless this day will mightily strengthen  Co. 
O, 'tis a fine weather, a trim batling time for our heardlings,  
And less I be deceived, this day will prove ver●e fair too,  
What great thanks therefore to the gods celestial own we?  Fa. 
Yea, Coridon for many mothing we be greatly beholding  
Unto the gods, I myself have seen a time when as herdsmen  
Can not use their pipes, could not as we do together  
Sat thus far fro the flocks, the Wolf which priu●ly lurked  
In these woods, the Bear which craftily crouched in a thicket,  
Both sheep & herds would then devour, yea oft from our herdlings  
We by force were plucked, & wretches urged to be soldiers,  
Seldom now doth a Wolf, the bear exiled fro the mountains,  
Doth never hurt our flocks, the gates of peaceable Ia●●s  
Be now barred fast, we heed not ●eare to be soldiers,  
Nor fear sould●crs force, we may now merrily pipe here.  Co. 
Faustus tells us troth, shy sire and grand-site oft time●  
Told me the same, with many more things, more mercy the god's  
Pan doth favour his herds, we may now merrily pipe here. (show  Th. 
Yea Coridon thou mayst securely kiss. Galatea,  
Under a shade, yea and more than that, if no body see thee.  Co. 
My Galatea no doubt, before your withered Alice  
Shall be preferred, she looks like an old witch scorched in a Kil.  Da. 
Well Coridon, boast not too much of your Galatea, house.  
Shortly your ewes will (I fear) take you for a Ram, not a keeper,  Th. 
No, Coridon's sweet pipe, which such brave melody maketh  
Nill on's head suffer Action's horns to he joined.  Co. 
Ich will pipe with you Damon or Thest●lis ●ither.  
And let Faust●s judge whose pipe best hatmony sendeth.  Fa. 
These reproachful terms should not be rehearsed among you,  
You should not have told him of his wife Galatea:  
You should not have told him of the deformity of his wife,  
But let these things pass, Coridon even now made a challenge  
Will ye with him contend, I will give reasonable judgement.  Both. 
We be agreed.  Fa. 
Begin Coridon, you first made a challenge.  

Coridors' Sonnet.  

CVpid took wings, and through the field did fly,  
A bow in hand, and quiver at his back:  
And by chance proud Amintas did espy,  
As all alone he sat by his flock.  
This silly swain so statlie minded was,  
All other ●eards he thought he did surpass.   

He hated Love, he hated sweet desire,  
Equal to him no wight he esteemed:  
Many a Lass on him were set on fire,  
Worthy of his love, yet none he deemed.  
Out from his sheath he plucked a leaden dart,  
Wherewith he smote the swain upon the heart.   

Forthwith he rose, and went a little by,  
Leaving his herd, for so would Cupid have:  
Fair Galatea than he did espy,  
Under a shade with garland very brave.  
Straightways he loved, and burned in her desire,  
No ease he found, the wag had made a fire.   

He sighed▪ he burned, and fried in this flame,  
Yet silly wretch, her love he never sought,  
But pined away, because he did disdain,  
Cupid him stroke with that unlucky shaft  
Long time he lived thus pining in despair,  
Til's life at length flew into th● open air.   

Cupid abroad through shady fields did fly,  
Now having stroke proud Aminta● with his shaft:  
Poor Coridon by chance he passed by,  
As by his heard he sat of joy bereft.  
Sick, very sick was this lowly swain,  
Many that he liked, all did him disdain.   

Cupid him saw, and pitied him forthwith,  
Chose out a dart among a thousand more:  
Than which a luckier was not in his sheath,  
Wherewith he gave the swain a mighty blow.  
Straight rising up, Galatea he espied,  
Forthwith he loved, and in desire fried.   

Ah how she pleased, pale and red was her face,  
Rose-cheeked as Aurora you have seen:  
A wreath of flowers her seemly head did grace,  
Like Flora fair, of shepherds she was Queen▪  
He passed by, and deemed that she laughed,  
Her very looks did favour show, he thought.   

Therefore in haste with rude and homely terms,  
He did her woe, her hoping to obtain:  
First she denied, at length she did affirm,  
She would him love, she could him not disdain.  
Thus died Amintas because he was so coy,  
Poor Coridon his love did thus enjoy.    Fa. 
Well, Coridon hath done, let's hear your melody Damon.  Da. 
Help me my cheerful Muse, O Pan melodious help me,  
And wise Apollo to ●un● the stately progeny of herdsmen.  

Damon's ditty.  

WHen jove first broken had the Chaos ancient,  
And things at variance had set at unity:  
When first each element, fire, air, and water,  
And earth unmovable were placed as you see:  
A ploughman than he made, he made a sheepfeeder,  
The ploughman he made of stoni● progeny,  
Rebelling to the plough, like to the flinty field,  
Hardhearted, full of hate: The noble sheepfeeder  
He made of a mild and lowly progeny,  
Gentle, and very meek, like a sheep innocent,  
Oft times he to the Gods sacrifice offered,  
One while he gave a Lamb, one while a tidy calf,  
Since that time silly swains and noble sheepseeders  
Have been much visited and loved of the gods.   

Go to my merry Muse, found out upon a pipe  
shepherds antiquities, and noble progeny,  
A shepherd was Abra●, Lot was a sheep-keeper,  
Great Angels, from above came many times to these,  
Yea jove omniregent leaving his heavenly seat  
Talked with them, men affirm, as they sat by their herds  
Of them sprung valiant and noble nations,  
Go to my merry muse, sound out upon a pipe,  
herdsmen's antiquity, and noble progeny,  
Paris sat with his flock, in Ida redolent,  
When he was made a judge to Venus and Iun●,  
And Pallas beautiful three mighty goddesses.  
Go to my m●rie muse, sound out upon a pipe  
Herdsman's antiquity and noble progeny.   

David sat with his herd, when as a Lion huge  
And eke a Bear he slew, this little pretty swain  
Killed a victorious and mighty champion,  
Whose words did make a king & all his host to fear  
And he ●ul many years reigned over Israel.  
Go to my merry Muse, sound out upon a pipe▪  
herdsmen's antiquity, and noble progeny▪  
Moses fed silly sheep, when like a fiery flame  
jehovah called him out from a bramble bush,  
O what great monuments and mighty miracles  
In Egypt did he show, and to king Pharaoh▪  
Iordans waves back he drive, jordan obeyed him.  
Go to my merry muse, sound out upon a pipe,  
herdsmen's antiquitite, and noble progeny.  
Angels brought (men affirm) to busy sheepfeeders,  
In fields of Bethlehem news of a Saviour,  
Before Magicians and noble Emperors,  
Th'infant laid in a crib, Ioues mighty progeny,  
Mankind's joy, life, and health country swains viewed:  
Cease now my merry Mnse to tune upon a pipe.  
herdsmen's antiquitiy and noble progeny.    Fa. 
Damon's ditty is done, begin you Thestilis also,  Th. 
Aid me, my pleasant muse, O Pan god musical aid me.  

Thestilis Ode.  
A Stately sceptre in a soil most famous,  
Where silver streaming Thamasis resoundeth,  
A Princess beareth, who with everduring  
virtues abound●th.  
¶ With this pipe in her land, O muse, a famous  
Ditty recite thou: she deserves a Ditty:  
Her praises echoes do resound, and tell through  
every city.  
¶ Nymph's from strange countries, water-haunting Naydes  
Leave their fair habits, to behold her honour:  
We swains think ourselves to be blest, if we can  
but look upon her.  
¶ In her land nymphs by Helicons fair fountains,  
Make Odes: on Cittern her Apollo ceaseth  
Not to extol▪ Pans pipe by the shady mountains,  
Her daily praiseth.  
¶ Abroad once walking with a train like Phe●●,  
They say that Titan stood as one amazed,  
And as when fair Lencothoe he viewed  
on her he gazed.  
¶ Then also juno, Venus and Minerva.  
Seeing her walking with a troop so statelle,  
Each did her challenge, she by right is mine, saith  
each noble Lady.  
She's mine, quoth juno, she's a Queen most royal,  
She's mine (quoth Pallas) sh'ath a wit notable:  
She's mine, quoth Venus, Paris her will give me,  
She's amiable.  
¶ Palls at this chafed, juno fretted and swore,  
In heaven proud Paris shall a ●udge be no more,  
He loves fair Helen, which he loves, he therefore  
beauty will adore.  
¶ At which words Rose-cheeked Cytherea smiled,  
Her face besprenting with a sanguine colour:  
Then let ●oue saith she, be the judge, thine husband,  
and noble brother.  
¶ With all speed therefore, to the skies then they posted  
And to ●oues crystal seat in heaven approaching:  
Thus spoke great juno to the mighty Lord and  
maker of each thing.  
¶ O jove, for doubtless many times thou hast viewed  
Albion's Princess, sweet Eliza, we three  
Contend whose monarch she may be, she's thou knowst  
wise, noble, comely.  
¶ jupiter hereat was amazed and said,  
To judge this matter is a thing not ●asie,  
But yet needs must it be resolved, or ye will  
Fall out I fear me  
¶ My sister juno, thou my daughter Pallas,  
And Venus kinned to me three ways,  
She's not thine Pallas, juno she's not thine, nor  
thine Cytherea.  
¶ But juno, Pallas, Venus and each goddess  
hath her indifferent, ye do claim her vainly▪  
This is my judgement, sweet Eliza, Ladies,  
shall be mine only.  
¶ O what great and huge miracles jehovah  
Aiding, she hath wrought here, many years which priest us,  
From Romish Pharaohs tyrannous bondage, she  
safely released us.  
¶ Since that bright daystar shady night expelling,  
Which hath brought day light over all this Island:  
That Moses which her people through the sea led,  
As by the dry land.  
¶ From craggy mountains water hath she made  
With manna, nectar, many years she fed us:  
Thus hath she long time, noble jove assisting,  
mightily led us  
¶ O from what Sulla's she preserved hath  
From spanish armies jove hath her protected,  
Thy force O Romish Prelate, and wiles hath she  
wisely detected.  
¶ Her realm in quiet many years she ruled  
her subjects safety very much regarding,  
Punishing rebels, she reformeth vices,  
Virtue rewarding.  
¶ The ploughman may now reap his harvest in joy,  
Each man may boldly lead a quiet life here  
We shepherds may sit with our herd in field, and  
merrily pipe here.  
¶ A Phoenix rare she is on earth amongst us,  
A mother us her people she doth nourish  
Let us all therefore, with one heart, pray jove that  
long she may flourish.   
Faustus', our Odes are done, you must give reasonable judgement,  
But speak as you think: who made best harmony, Faustus?  Fa. 
Ye have piped all well, and I think, had sacred Apollo  
Herd you, he would have praised your tunes melodious also:  
But which of you made best harmony, for me to tell you,  
Were but a needless thing, t'wold breed but brawling among you  
Then let this suffice, you have all three piped very well now  Co. 
Well then I see you fear to offend this company Faustus,  
Had Coridon piped worst, Coridon should hear it I know well.  Fa. 
Nay not so, but I ●oue to shun contention, I would  
Have you agree, for if I should Thestilis harmony commend,  
You would at it chafe, and Damon also, so should I  
Get me surely two foes, but rather hark to my counsel,  
Let's to breakfast go, and let's drink friendly together,  
So this strife will end, very bad is hatred amongst us  Co. 
I am agreed.  Th. 
And I.  Da. 
And I will not say against it.  
Parcite Pierides, iweni concedite vestry  
non valet ad varios unus arator agros:  
Musa vale, iwenique faue, dominoque placere,  
& tibi, non valeo, Musaiocosa vale.  
FINIS.