THE Garland of a green Wit. ❧ Discovering the constancy of Calipolis. A precious spectacle for wanton Wives, fit to be read of all sorts, if opportunity serve. Profitable to some, and pleasant to all save the envious. By R. Turnar. Tout ce qui luict ne pas ore. AT LONDON, Printed for William Kirkham, and are to be sold at the little North door of S. Paul's Church, at the sign of the black Boy. To his approved good friend Master john Short, R. Turnar wisheth health. THinking my work as safe under your Patronage from carping, as Ulysses under the shield of Ajax, I have entered my barren Garden, and there gathered such green flowers as so small a plot affords: and because of the Spring-time I have made them in a Graland, according to my promise to present you withal. Pardon my branches that buds but in Summer with the Mulberry, for I am one of those Poets that came to Homer's basin, to lap up that he doth cast up. It sufficeth me to be a water bough, not a top bud, so I may be of the same root: to be iron, not steel, so I be of the same blade: Vinegar, not Wine, so I be of the same cask: to grind colours for Apelles, though I can not garnish. I have adventured with the young Wrestler at the games of Olympus to receive a fall, or at least a foil; if I be pricked with a bramble, I'll thrust my hand into the whole bush. When Bucephalus was painted, Apelles craved but the judgement of Alexander, when jupiter was carved, Prissius asked the censure of none but Lisippus; neither greatly crave I any but one, the Patroner of my pamphlet. Momus must mock, the Serpent Porphirius is full of poison, yet hurteth he none but himself: the Herb Moly hath a flower as white as Snow, but a root as black as Ink: the Palme-persian Figtree, beareth as well Apples as Figs: the Easterly wind maketh the blossoms to blast, and the buds to blow, the Bee carrieth honey in her mouth, and a sting in her tail: some disclose subtle secrets, that are the Authors of the same, and in touching others take themselves by the elbow. But the saying is, (Little said is soon amended,) I'll keep a mean, and meddle with no man, and though I be kissed with Hiparchion, or forbidden to sell wine with the Vintner in Venice, I will adventure to put forth a Garland, & those that love wines will commend my good will. Thus resting at his liking to whom I present my Garland, I end, resting at his command. R. T. To the courteous Readers. GEntle Readers, misconstrue not my writing, as the Scholars did Theodorus, father censure aright then rashly, 'tis but a Garland, and though some flowers be sweet, look not that all should have the like savour: weeds are glorious, and perhaps oversight hath tied them in my Garland, crop where you like, and carp not at those you leave, for the least in value will comprehend the Gardinaries labour. Account not cheese chaulk, because both are white, nor the full Moon, a mess of curds, lest I think of you, as those cursed curs that bark at all but their friends, snatching up bones in open streets, and eating them madly in secret corners. The sharp winds pierce subtler in narrow Lanes, then in open Fields, but sith I have no authority to bridle their tongues, nor reason in them to rule their own talk, I am contented to suffer their taunts: requesting those my favourites, to take my Garland friendly, and when my Garden is full of sweet flowers, i'll pluck out the weeds, and place them in my Garland. Yours R. T. I In chiefest time of summers spring, O Our Gardens than we make, H Hearing how cherping Birds do sing, N No pleasure else we take. S So having set but sundry sprinks, H Herbs flowers in their kind, O Of friendship had my Muse still thinks, R Reason drive it in my mind. T This Garland than I made with flowers, E Each branch sprung up with April showers. FINIS. Constant Calipolis of FRAVNCE. (⸪) IN the days when Lewis swayed the Sceptre of France, ruled in great pomp and dignity, a man ingenious, full of valencie, wearing with Pallas both the Lance and the Bay. Which Lewis continued long time in mortal wars with Frederick King of Denmark, which envy continued the space of twenty years, in which time, many bloody stratagems were performed: so time that tries all things so weakened their forces, and impaired their furniture, the want of which, drove them to conclude a league for certain years, with which I'll rest, and come somewhat briefer to the matter. In those days, in the City of Paris dwelled a rich Merchant, named Mountgramet, who had to wife Calipolis, a woman for beauty surpassing all, because none so beautiful, and not so highly adorned with Nature's works, as richly graced with Venus' amorites: so beautified with the gifts of both, that Nature herself blushed at the beauty of her own works, hair like the golden wire, ivory brows, cheeks stained with Vermilion tinckture, eyes like the Lamps that guides the heavenly Sphere, or lightens Luna to her silvered Couch: lips like the Cherry in his chiefest prime, a neck like the Lilies on the banks of Po, or icy hair that grows on Boreas' chin: her pretty paps resemble Christ all knobs, or Egypt's fountains that overflows with milk, a body were it framed of Virgin's wax, by all the cunningest Artists of the world: a belly white and soft, much like the down upon those Swans that on Meander swims, her leg and foot with Venus might compare: and to be brief, for beauty such a one, as would force Troyalus to be trothless. Therefore marvel not, for love respects no difference of state so beauty serve to stir affection, Cupid shoots as well at a rag as a rob, the mightiest Potentates veils their colours where Cupid comes in place, and yieldeth at his command without control. But setting a side these vain ambages, it fortuned one Solinar a young Gentleman walking in the street, chanced to glance his eyes upon Calipolis, and in such sort, that Cupid lying in ambush catched him in his claws, and made him not only pensive but passionate, and so perplexed with a sudden self conceit, that he had much ado to quail the extreme heat that loves flames had kindled in his breast, so with the Salamander (bathing in Aetna's flames) he hasted to his Chamber, and there solitarily having none but the walls to witness, his woe, he broke forth, fetching a heavy sigh in this manner. Unfortunate Solinar because unfortunate in thy love, haddest thou perished at thy birth, or been stifled in thy swaddling clothes, (the Fates had domed thee with desert,) for now grown to ripe years, thou feelest more miseries than thou hast lived moments. A love, the labyrinth that leadeth men to worse danger than the Minator in Gréece, or news of death unto a damned man, infortuned love that kindleth desire, yet affordeth no reward, inconstant Venus, whose laws are tyrranies, whose favours misfortunes, strumpet as thou art, I disdain to call thee Goddess, thou and the bastard brat thy son, now show your power, your deity, and take revenge on me, for how ere your colours be, my calamities cannot be more: and merciless women, whose faces are lures, whose beauties are baits, whose looks are nets, whose words are charms, and all to bring men unto ruin, and last yet most, Calipolis, borne of a Tigar, nursed of the Wolves in Syria, beautiful yet over base, fair, but unfit, lovely yet not to be loved of Solinar. Thus rowing in the tempestuous seas of his appetites, guided by a Mariner, that delights in the shipwreck of those he carrieth, perplexed with a thousand cogitations, so extreme was the force of love, and the sparks so cruel, that patience could not extinguish the vaparous heat, nor salt tears quench the fiery flames, that wanton love had kindled in his breast. So on the sudden he betook him to his couch, in hope that sleep would have qualified his new come passions. So laying his head upon the careful pillow, intending to nod, his head fell to hammering another matter, plotting a secret means to obtain his new come love: so restless, turning from side to side, though his bones ached not, his head was bruised, and his wits were a wool gathering. Thus tumbling no long space on the restless pillow, but up he got, and taking his Lute, first framed out some doleful tune, and having fitted his purpose, he fingered his pen, and in a perplexed humour he writ this ditty. Solinars Ditty. Linger in love and like to die, hay ho, hay ho, my poor heart, I frieze amain, and yet I fry, Now fie upon this extreme smart. What pleasing pains is paltry love, hay ho, hay ho, that's my grief, I still condemn but never prove, a froward way to find relief. Delight prognosticates my death, hay ho, hay ho, woe is me, Pangs do stop my vital breath, comfort is fled, no joy I see. Accursed were mine eyes to gaze, hay ho, hay ho, worse luck mine, Her beauty made me stand amaze, so gay did glance her glorious eyen. Upon her brows did Venus play, hay ho, hay ho, Mars did cry, If poult foot Vulcan were away, then Mars in love would make a try. But Vulcan lay slumbering on her lap, hay ho, hay ho, black is he, Can I but catch her in a trap, full sure tormented Vulcan should be, For he is black, and would become, hay ho, hay ho, the Cuckold's horn, 'tis quickly said, but were it done, Venus would the Blacksmith scorn. Having finished this Ditty, and finding opportunity as the saying is, The Cat being away, the Mouse will play, he settled himself under her Chamber window, and so warbled forth this Ditty. The silver strings of the Lute was so heavenly, that the echo of the sweet sound, awaked the Saint from her sleep, and mounting from her night couch, opened the casement, and uttered these words. What sweet melodious tunes are these, that echoes sweet harmony to my dying soul? Ah say sweet hapless friend, what's cause of all your doleful tunes? Me thinks they increase a second heaven in my heart, then blush not man, take courage and comfort yourself, and if your help be in mine hands, assure yourself to obtain salve for your sore, be it no impeach to my honest name. Solinar overcloyed with joys at the favourable words uttered by Calipolis, fetching a heavy sigh from the centre of his heart, curtained his face with a sudden blush, and replied in this sort. far be it from my heart to think of such base villainies, as might in question Lady call your name, yet is the matter of such consequent, standing upon the credit of my state, too affected with zeal and secrecy, as should I speak and fail in my expectation, it would redound greatly to my prejudice. Calipolis, knew by the shoe, where the foot was pinched, for love cannot be hidden, day appears at little holes, and the least spark of wild fire, setteth a house on flame. The sting of love, woundeth deadly to the heart, therefore she encouraged him in this manner, feigning as though she perceived nothing. Sweet friend, if the cause of your complaints be according to the tenor of your protestations, assure yourself to receive comfort to your own content, and to pacify your passions with pleasant joy: therefore frolic in thine attempt, speak thy fill, & if thou fail in thy desire, imagine I am either too coy, or thyself too curious. She, having uttered these words, Solinar in brief began to breath out his passions, but Fortune (who is constant in nothing but unconstancy, always inclined to cross men's courses,) did break them from their chat in this manner. Baltegar one that had been of long continuance a friendly favourite to Calipolis, Fortune so spitefully thwarted his endeavours, that he could never obtain personally to speak to her, till the Fates had plotted this time and place of opportunity: and finding Solinar so conversant with her, he so highly favoured, (Love that Tyrant so stirred his stomach, that hardly could he hold his hands from murder,) yet at last he began in this manner. Presumptuous Solinar, whose peremptory attempts deserves the gurdon of death, darest thou presume to court that Saint in whom I have shrined my heart, the Goddess whom I adore, accounting of her as my second self, therefore hands of, or else behold thy death, drawing his poniard. These hard events amazed Solinar greatly, yet putting on good courage, he replied to this effect. Good sir (quoth he) are you privileged in love, or so tied to the beauty of a woman, that no man may look upon her but yourself: had the Gods favoured me with such a privilege I durst adventure without request to show it. To this replied Baltegar, sufficeth beauty is my privilege, if that suffice not inquisitive Solinar here is my weapon to authorize it. With that Calipolis as one amazed at these hard events, being a woman so constant, as no Circe's with all her charines, nor Calipso's enchantments, could once prevail a jot to blemish her affection, she was constant Silera, and not a dissembling Helin, she esteemed more of an ounce of honesty than a pound of paltry stuff: so wrincking her brows, beautifying her face with an angry blush, began in this manner. What means these vain ambages? 'tis not unknown to the better of you both, that Calipolis is trothed Spouse to Mountgramet, and such a one, as scorns to stain her marriage rites with such base reproach, or the virtue of an honest name, with the infamous slander of a naughty Pack, or a wonder to the world's sole eye. Baltager impatient to hear her prattle, enforced by love, broke forth into these speeches. Mistress (quoth he) fair Helen's nuptials of Greece were solemnized, yet proved she unconstant to Menelaus, and forsook the delicates of Sparta, and what enforced that but love. Admit she did, said Calipolis, yet have I vowed myself to the contrary, as constant to my Mountgramet, as ever that fair Dido was to her Ulysses, and rather shall the running streams of Exanthoes' recoil, or the world turn to a Chaos, whence it came, then will Calipolis once falsify her faith to Mountgramet. Solinar frying in love, like the Salamander in Aetna's flames, taking her by the hand, began as followeth. By your leave Mistress, give me leave to reply, Winds often vary, and who resembles them but women? Baltager breathing it out like a Braggart, thus said, Sirrah, who gave you authority to make comparisons? 'ttwere not amiss to make thee eat thy words, or with my poniard thrust them down thy throat. Whilst thus they were at controversy trying each others title in love, Frederick King of Denmark, being lately come to the Court of France, accompanied with King Lewis, fortuned to behold this heavy aspect, wondering what it should prognesticate, insomuch that entering somewhat nearer, King Lewis began in this manner. Base peasants, avoid our presence, and get you packing. With that they both departed with much sorrow, fetching many a heavy sight, but mark what after happened. Love that respects no difference of state, kinled such flames in frederick's breast, that hanging down his head towards the earth, not a merry word for a million, he stood all a mort. Then Lewis, whose love did balance frederick's affection, plucking up a small courage from a conquered heart, taking Frederick by the hand, fell to these words. It seems (my Lord) the blinded boy hath played the wag with you, in love at the first look, if he have escaped Lewis, thou art stung. Can beauty bring you to such a bane, that is but a bavin blast? Hebay blossoms, that open with the dew, and shut with the sun, Roses guarded with prickles, flowers subject to the Northern blasts, the beautiful blossoms in Parthia, that perish in their prime, or the apples of Tantalus, that touched turn to ashes: the comely skin, that clothes the hateful Snake, the Box tree, whose leaves are always green, and the seeds poison: abolish this fond determination, extend the Tyrant out by force, for entering at the eye, it harbours at the heart, love is more perilous than precious, affording delight with desire, but death with denial. Lewis being wringed with the same shoe, was presently struck with a contrary object, in this manner, In amour il ny ade fauta, why rage I beyond reason, she is beautiful and therefore worthy to be loved, she is comely, and deserves to be accounted on. How now Lewis, hath love turned thy lance to a Poet's pen, to paint out thy passions, is Armour turned to amor? What? is Mars able to resist jupiter, and not to with stand beauty? is it Venus must were the Target, and Mars the distaff? Omphale handle the Club, and Hercules the Spindle? must Alexander crouch, and Campaspe look coy? this verifies the old proverb to be true, women will rule in love, how ever men are lusty in courage, no dignity is able to resist Cupid's deity. Love enters by seeing women, and works not by hearing their words: therefore seeing Cupid must be obeyed, I am content to bow: Nullis herbis amor est medicabilis. So fetching a sigh, began to say, my Lord, there is one thing on the sudden greatly troubles me, which is this, that both you and I should join our hearts in such unlooked for passions. Not so my Lord said Frederick, I hope you do but jest. jest (said he) nay would I did, then were my griefs the less. Near grieve my Lord, (quoth Frederick,) for sith the cause is such to join our hearts in such a sympathy, all envy set aside, let us agree to yield to each others fortune in our choice. Content said Lewis and wh● so ere befall, shake hands my Lord, and Fortune thrive a● all. Thus after much prattle, they concluded that Lewis should give her the first onset, who taking her by the hand, began as followeth: Mistress of my hearts sole affection, brighter than silvered Luna or Sol, amidst his Horizon, she whom the Gods hath appointed to ransack my entrails and robed me of my heart, it were endless to rehearse the inward grief I have sustained, since I fixed mine eyes on that admirable Comet, whose beautiful rays, staineth stately juno in Samos, or Diana in Delos, Minerva in Athens. It were vain to boast of Sibylla's beauty, or Egypt's fair Isius, Cassandra Troyans pride, bright Penelope, or Romish Cornelia. Sabo shun to show thy face, Lucretia lurk, Hebe blush, Sephronia stoop, Sappho kneel, and Laura yield the pride of beauty to this blazing lamp, whose rays hath kinled fire in my breast. Calipolis having listened to the Sirens song, and cloyed her ears with the praises of her beauty, armouring herself with the plated coat of constancy, in this manner broke him from his vain similitudes. I beseech your Majesty, if the earnest entreaty of a poor Merchant's wife, may mollify your heart, or the tears of a constant Spouse, may desire your favour, (upon my knees) grant me liberty to speak, for a woman's tongue is her best defence (quoth she.) Lewis that was so stung with love, that had she asked his Diadem, it could not have been denied, granted her liberty, who framed her speech in this sort. Dread Sovereign, the scandalist reproach that can befall a woman, is to be stained with the infamous blot of disloyalty, and more welcome to me is the news of death, than the name of Concubine to a King, were it the Monarch of the world, and more (quoth she) what might Mountgramet think of me, how would the Queen your bedde-mate look on me, to see a Peasant borne, possess the place of a Princes. Pardon dread King, your request extends to such defamation, that I rather desire death, than life if it stand not with your liking, unless you extinguish this lascivious love, and set me at liberty. King Lewis being impatient, because perplexed in mind, to hear such a cooling card, began as followeth. Heavenly juno (quoth he) Diana's branch, fed with Pallas paps, it forceth not what Isabel saith, what Mountgramet conjectures, Lewis is a King and may command, and more to requite thy love, if Isabel die, I'll girt thy temples with a Diadem, brighter than the morning star, more precious than the Carcanet, the Emerald, Ruby, or the Carbuncle, the Onyx, Saphir, and the Christolet, the topaz, jasper, and the Adamant. Calipolis not respecting these large proffers, cut him of in this manner: quoth she who lives to wear a dead man's shoes, (I have heard it said) may gall his feet with going barefoot. Lewis replied, admit (said he) I make thee Queen, and banish Isabel. I, said she, so to gain a Crown, might heap a thousand cares upon my head, therefore sweet Prince, quoth she, were it to bear Atlas' burden on my back, to roll the restless stone with Sisyphus, I would rest at your command, rather than to impeach my honest name with any title of defamation. Lewis seeing neither speech nor proffers would prevail, gave over with a kind salute, hoping in time to attain the top of his desire. With that Calipolis doing her duty, departed. All this while stood Frederick in a passionate dump, not able to utter a word for a world of wealth. After her depart he began as followeth: How far hath nature wrought beyond her skill, in framing such a Saint, as all the Artists in the world cannot proportion? Apelles near pictured the like in Gréece, though Alexander did him so commend. Timantes counterfeits are counterfeit to this. Lisippus' skill cannot prevail a jot, Pygmalion would have loved the shadow of this Saint. Perillis adored the ground she goes upon, and Alexander honoured, far above the counterfeit of Campaspe. After he had thus warbled forth a multitude of praises, they both consented to return to the Court, Lewis being passionate, entered his Chamber of Presence, but Frederick frying in loves unquenchable flame, made return to find out the Merchant, and meeting him where time and place gave opportunity, he broke forth into these speeches: Mountgramet, quoth he, what is the greatest scandal belonging unto a married man? Mountgramet amazed wherefore the King should utter such speeches, replied in this manner: sith your grace doth permit me liberty to speak, (may it stand with your gracious liking) in my conceit, the greatest scandal can befall a man, is to have his wife play false. True, said the King, and it grieveth me, thyself art tainted with the same, and to show thee further testis, look in this glass, in which thou mayst behold Calipolis, and two contending who first shall graff the horn. After King Lewis had showed this same by Magic spells, he departed, leaving Mountgramet murmuring at his wives disloyalty, who fell to these speeches. Ah Mountgramet, stab thyself to end thy grief, grief new begun, now 'gins my heart to faint. Ah Calipolis, unconstant Calipolis, I always thought thee true, till now the proof too apparently is made. Who might for beauty once have bragged with me? Calipolis exceeded all in beauty's brightness, till now that Lamp is darkened with inconstancy. Phoebus' beams are eclipsed with winter storms, silvered Luna is curtained with an obscure cloud, the prickles hath over-sprung the Rose, the ivory Lily turned from rarest white to Ravens black. And to be brief, Diana's chastity, is stained with disloyalty. Ah how I prove the saying true, The hollow Tree is a hive for the Hornet, Bees have stings, Fountains have Toads, and on the greenest trees are Caterpillars found: the Siren sweetly sings the Sailors wrack, 〈◊〉 Crocodile the Fisher's woe, the Hyena when she mourns, 〈◊〉 ●hen most guileful, the Tiger is cruel, although he hides his claws. Unconstant Calipolis, the glory of whose face decked with a vermilion blush, did first transform mine adamant eyes to amorous love, in conceit staining Venus for beauty, being much fairer, and Pallas for wisdom, being more witty, but now she hath proved herself as near Pallas in wit, as Vulcan Mars in property, and as far from Venus in beauty, as Baucis juno in majesty. And to conclude, in quantity she resembled the Chameleon: herein the old Proverb is amplified, Every Venus hath her temple, and well may Vulcan mock, but Mars shall enter in. Mountgramet impatient at this hard aspect, could not paci●●● himself, but protested that death should guerdon her misdeeds. So calling out one Anthony, after many tears he uttered these words: Anthony, knowing thee to be a faithful servant, and such a one as within whose breast I may shroud my secrets, I will the bolder participate the sum of all, which tendeth to this effect. Anthony (quoth he) the Scaraba flies over many a sweet flower, and lights on a Cowshard: it is the custom of the fly, to leave the sound place of the horse, and pick at the botch, the manner of Coloquintida to draw the worst humours to itself, the order of Swine to forsake the fair fields and wallow in the mire: even so did I in my youth, forsake many constant Silerias, and made choice of a dissembling Demaphon, who hath played with me as the deceitful Physician doth, in giving sweet syrups to make his poison go down the smother. The juglar casteth a mist before men's eyes, to do his sleights the closer, the Sirens song is the sailors wrack, the Fowlers whistle the birds death, the wholesome bait the Fish's bane, the Harpies have virgins faces, the Vultures talents, Hyena speaks like a friend, and devours like a foe, the calmest seas hides dangerous rocks, the Wolf jets in Wether's fells, who would have thought Epius horse, should have harboured the destruction of Troy? the Sepulchre Simiramis whose title promiseth wealth to the Kings of Persia, and is nothing but rotten bones, the golden ball that Nero did consecrate to jupiter, Captolinus stuffed with the shavings of his beard. Imagine with thyself Anthony, is not this Circe's cup, able to turn a reasonable creature to a brute beast: the fact is odious, and therefore unpardonable, and to be brief, death shall quittance her misdeeds. And thus to have it brought closely to pass, thou shalt accompany her thyself, to Silia my Minor house, there when thou hast her, in those craggy Woods where heaps of trees may hide so foul a deed, there cut her short from life. From life, nay let her live, perhaps she may recant, recant, no, often have I heard it said, Bred in the bone, will never out of the flesh. Therefore resolve thyself, she shall die. With that Anthony hearing his masters resolution, began in this manner. Good Master (quoth he) there is no stone so hard, but rain in time doth pierce, therefore pardon the first fault, perish not the branch in his prime, blast not the bud being ready to blossom, no doubt but good counsel may cause such a recantation, as no Northern blash whatsoever, can once blemish the beauty of that branch: the Chameleon will turn to the Diamond, so shall you not only live in content, but receive such extraordinary comfort, as yourself can wish, or in any wise desire to have. This friendly saying of Anthony, could nothing allay the rancour settled in his breast, but he broke forth in this manner. The common people often times, are more afraid of the serpent that is hidden in the grass, than the wild beast that openly feeds upon the Mountains: the Mariner is more endangered by privy she lives, then known rocks, the Soldier sooner killed with a small bullet, than a long sword, there is more peril in close Fistulas then outward sores, in secret ambushes, then main battles, in undermining then in plain assaulting, in friends than foes, in civil discord then foreign wars. But tush, tall Cedars from little grains shall shut high, great Oaks from slender roots spread wide, large streams from narrow springs run far. One little spark fires a whole City, one dram of Eliborus, doth ransack every vain, the fish Remora, hath a small body and great force to stay ships against wind or tide. Ichnemon, a little worm, over-comes the Elephant: the Viper slays the Bull, the Weasel the Cockatrice, and the weakest Wasp stingeth the stoutest man of war. The height of heaven is taken by the staff, the bottom of the Sea, sounded with lead, the farthest Coast discovered by Compass, the secrets of Nature searched by wit, the Anatomy of man, set out by experience, and the abuses of women discovered by their dissembling: therefore resolve thyself, Calipolis shall die, i'll 〈◊〉 the Author, to devise her death, & thou the factor to perform the deed. Master, quoth Anthony, I know women in qualities re●●mble an arrow, which getting liberty, with wings is carried beyond our reach, kept in the Quiver, it is still at command, or a dog, let him slip, and he is strait out of sight, but hold him in a lease, and he never stirs, or a Colt, give him the bridle, and he flings at liberty, but rane him hard, and you may rule him, or a ship, hoist the sails and it runs on head, let fall the Anchor and all is well. He runs far that never turns, and a fault pardoned, procures the offender from working displeasure. All these similitudes, mixed with sighs & salt tears, could not in any case altar Mountgramets' intent: so the one resolved she should die, & the other constrained to commit the deed, I will rest, and come to the point. Calipolis accompanied with Anthony, had not gone past a mile out of the City, but Anthony hammering a thousand despairs in his head, (procured by her intended death,) burst forth into tears. Calipolis turning aside her head, espied the tears trickling down his cheeks. Who amazed at the sight, desired to know the cause. Who fething a heavy sigh, and wiping away those streams of tears, began as followeth. Mistress (quoth he) I am forced by nature and love, to disclose to you the sum of my masters secrets, which are to this effect. He, either suspecting, or told some tattling tale touching disloyalty, a blemish to marriage rites, hath solemnly sworn, that nothing should serve, nor pardon pass, but the loss of your life pay ransom for so foul a deed. And none but I, the unhappiest of all creatures, am commanded to be the instrument of your death, therefore good Mistress, quoth he, forgive me, though I commit the fact, that am guiltless of the fault, Calipolis could no longer abide, but burst forth into these speeches. Unfortunate Calipolis, on whom the sun of Fortune never shone, but Planets ruled by retrograde aspects. Dissembling janus, didst thou betray me with a judas kiss, to mount me to thy chair of state, and now displays displeasure with the world● sole hate? Wherein did I offend Mountgramet, in my constancy, which he hath wrested to disloyalty? heavens will witness my guiltless heart. I thought that no man living equalled Mountgramet, in my heart's affection, so did I love him well and faithfully, for which I am rewarded most unthankfully. Cruel Destinies, that determines the end of days with such reproach. Let any living creature, but once object, and say I did commit, the least title of defamation to my nuptial rites, and then I rather wish death to pay the ransom of that misdeed, then pardon in hope of after mends. But is it Mountgramets' mind Calipolis should die? Perhaps it was, yet now it may be turned. Hard-hearted man, wherein have I offended thee? in resembling the constant Diamond, though thou accountest me a dissembling Demaphou, or a Weathercock, that turns with every wind. Unnatural man, dost thou weigh down my good will with untimely death, or present me with a poniard that perfumes thee with Roses? Whence springs these frantic seats of bedlam jealousy? Why should he menace death to her that well deserves? What needs these vain ambages, it is the Fates decree, and they have sworn my death, the cruel Destinies have cut my twisted thread, and brought my former bliss to fatal bale. Dissembling fortune, that smilest at my fall. After she had uttered these plaints, she desired him to finish the end of her days. Who hearing the sweet soul willing to receive the stroke of death, began as followeth. Mistress, quoth he, should I commit so foul a deed, it were death to myself, the flying fowls will disclose my villainy, yea, my guilty conscience will bewray myself. Therefore good Mistress, quoth he, of two evils the least is to be chosen, altar your attire, change your state, and try your fortune in some foreign Land. Perhaps the Fates being thwarted in their deeds, may turn their frowns to a friendly smile, and grace you unexpected favours. Such is the rigour of my masters settled malice, that to crave mercy were bootless, and to seek for life, were labour lost in vain. Therefore to escape the heavy stroke of your untimely ●eath, and my discharge of promise, and also displeasure of the Almighty, change your attire, altar your state, become like a Page, to get safe passage over the Sea, shrowded your life under the wings of Fortune, and though it be distress, yet account of it above an undeserved death. After he had uttered these speeches, the tears distilling like Nilus down her cheeks, and after a thousand thanks, she gave him a kindly salute, and committed her fortune to the Fates. She had not gone a mile after her departure from Anthony, but she framed this woeful farewell. Calipolis farewell to France. FRaunce with tears adieu, Mountgramet is unkind, I was to him so true, as man could wish in mind, But now I prove, in vain I did love, for nothing I am regarded, Woe is me alas, how comes it to pass, my love should be so rewarded. Fond jealous man, whence springs this same? Thou seeks my discredit, & staineth my name. heavens will witness aright, I loved Mountgramet so, That nothing could content my sight, but that which he would do. But all was in vain though I did remain, so jealous a head had he, That had I been fleeting, it seems by his greeting he could not more suspected me, Unnatural man why diddest thou so Mistrust without cause, and nothing didst know? Fie on thee false in heart. I loved thee over-well, Though thou dost cause my smart, and makes my heart to swell, Fie on thee froward crabbed and untoward, that condemns without crime, She needs not to mend, that near did offend, in all her days and time. Unkind in thy love I breathe thee adieu, This hard-hearted dealing will cause thee rue, Yield Phoebus' tears amain, come groan ye Graces three, The loving wight is slain, in heart the more pity, Some obscure cloud, fair Phoebe shroud, whilst I depart from France, Be dark the day, that unseen I may be, bewail my hapless chance. All pleasures passed I must forsake, All the glories once I did in pleasure take. She having ended this Ditty, committed her fortunes to Neptune, ship and wind serving for the purpose, with which i'll rest, and come to King Lewis, who being passionate fell to these speeches. Ah Lewis, over-cloyed griefs will cause thy heart to burst, haddest thou first died when first thou gazedst on the Bassalisks, than hadst thou perished before desire begun, but now begun I here expect but death: nay worse than death. Denial of that Saint in whom I have shrouded my affection, that Goddess whom I in heart adore. Can I but gain her love, than Lewis were thrice blessed above all, yea, but I fear she will not love, why Lewis is a King, & therefore may command. Foolish man abolish this fond determination, trample loves branches under thy feet, lest they sprout up to thy heart, bridle thy affection, for entering at the eye, it harbours at the heart, and having ●●oke good handfast, it endangers the whole body. That Cice●●es tongue cannot prevail, nor Circe's charms, Calipso's enchantments, Archimedas' circles, Rhombus rifraff, be a medicine for that malady. Fond man, whilst thou sits drawing of Mathematical fictions, the enemy stands with a sword at thy breast, and he that talketh much, and doth little, is like to him that sails with a side wind, and is borne with the tide to a wrong shore. After he had bewailed his passions, and could not abolish that fond determination, he pulled out a letter, charging his Page to post with it unto Calipolis, where now i'll rest and come to King Frederick, who had kindled such hot coals, as all the water in the world could not quench, who uttered these speeches wrapped in a world of woes, consumed in a Labyrinth of cares. Poor soul, I toss, I tumble, too and fro, one while I think on this, another while I pause on that, and so twixt hope and dread I live, though living die, and love is the cause of this calamity. Fickle Fortune, still froward unto me, dissembling favours with so kind a friend, fancy is entertained at my heart, affection lodgeth in this tender breast, delays deludeth me from my dear delight, and love is cause of all this cruel spite. Imps of revenge, ye fatal sisters three, come Atropos untwist my thread in twain, and by your Destinies come work me this despite, rob of the sweet that ravished my soul, I starve with Midas, and thirst with Tantalus, burning like the unquenchable flames of Aetna, overflowing like Nilus in thy love, I search, I seek, and yet I cannot gain, and love alas hath wrought me all this pain. Whilst he was thus breathing out his passions, came the Page with the Letter, who questioning with the boy, after certain communication had, showed King Frederick the Letter, who looking on the superscription, opened the same, and overlooked the secrets therein, which tended to this effect. The Letter. Sweet Goddess of my hearts sole affection, brighter in beauty than Aurora's blush that beautifies the silvered skies fairer in glory, than the turkish Carbuncle, or the rar shining Christolit, from whose enchanting face a thousand charms, descends thorough the imperial Orb, and makes men live a subject unto love: no sooner had my eyes beheld Dame Natures works, and with the Eagle gazed against the sun, but love had given such a bravado to my breast, as nought but death can alter my affection. Therefore know (sweet Saint) that the sting of a Hornet is to be healed, a prick with the bone of a dolphin, is healed by music, but he that is wounded with the Scorpion, must be healed by the same. Therefore sweet, deem not of my love otherwise then I deserve, for I have heard it said, there is more content in a Country Cottage, than a King's Palace. Solinus the Turkish Emperor, made more account of a poor milkmaid, than the King of Hungary's Daughter. Diogenes commended one in a homespun grey gown, more than one that shined in silken robes, alluding to the Lapidarians, that choose not stones for beauty, but virtue, the Diamond is bright, yet a deadly poison, the glorious coat hides the venomous Snake, the gréenest trees, the fuller of Caterpillars, the Basilisk lurketh in the clearest fountain, the sweetest wine the most filthy dregs, the fuller of beauty, the flower is, the emptier of virtue, resembling the beautiful Roses in Barbary, that perish in the prime, or the herb Soli, that being croped, looseth both colour and virtue, the apples of Tantalus, that touched turn to ashes. But to be brief, sweet love, you know my estate to be restless, (such is lovers content) and if thou hast reason to deem of snow by the whiteness, or trees by the blossoms, thou mayst easily perceive by the furrows in my face, which deciphers the sorrows of my soul, that thou art she, yea thou art only she, is mistress and commander of my heart, my Diadem, and all I have. Were it to win thy love and make thee Empress of the world, I would undertake the task with Alexander. Thus restless flowing in the tempestuous seas of my love, I rest at your friendly liking, the procurer of my life, or your denial the finisher of days. Yours for ever, though never, Lewis King of France. Frederick having read the Letter, understood the lines, and marking the meaning of every minnom, began in this manner, (delivering the Letter back to the Page, and commanding him to make speed.) Amorous man, this kind writing shows thy interior affection, the painting of these fine phrases, deciphers an inward dissembling. What, Kings are to gaze at stars, and not to stumble on stones. Stay Frederick, therein thou pinchest thyself by the elbow, Medium tenere tuissimum est, the mean is sweet melody, strings high stretched, either soon crack, or quickly grow out of tune. Attempt not with Phaeton, lest thou drown with Icarus, a homely place harbours more content than a King's Court, Virtue is not shrouded under beauty's wings, it is often shadowed with the homespun coat. Fond Frederick, what hast thou done? eaten with the Dear against the wind, or yielded with the Hearts in Calabria, that knowing Dictanum poison, still bruise it with greediness, or grazed against the bow till thou art stricken with the boult? Hast thou sored with the Eagle against the Sun, till thou art dazzled? Foolish man, thy rash doing is more prejudicial than thy forward affection. Thou hast made thy friend thy foe, encurred Lewis his displeasure, by overlooking his secrets. Whilst he was thus solitary, unloding his secrets, came the Page back, who brought word of Calipolis death, which heavy tiding was such a corrosive to frederick's heart, that taking his pen in hand, after he had uttered these lines following, he framed a mournful Ditty of her death, and so being wardly grieved, he departed from France. here's heaps of news unto a wounded heart, Calipolis, in whom I joyed most is dead: Dead is that joy wherein I took delight, Fled is delight, and sorrow takes the place, Sorrow 'gins to harbour at my heart, heart swells, with unexpected griefs, Grief is begun, all pleasure bids adieu. Adieu to world's content on earth, Earth, all earthly joys are fled my heart, And care hath compassed every little part. And more, to add grief upon grief Unto a woeful heart that groans, Thou hast incurred displeasure of thy friend, Lewis I mean, will sure revenge the same. Fond man, I did presume a note too high. And if I did, yet Lewis do thou impute This fréendles fault to loves blinded folly. That may not be, for Frederick did amiss, And therefore shame doth bid me fly. Farewell Lewis, though I be forced to shun, Fredrick reputes, who first the fact begun. A mournful Ditty for the Death of Calipolis. C Come mournful Muses shed your tears, Come groan you Graces three, A And courtly Dames hang down your heads, to mourn amain with me. L Lend Dryads boughs, bring pleasant sprouts, to deck this Tomb withal. I In heavenly sort come Satyrs sing, sith death this wight did call. P Paint forth her shrine Diana's Nymphs, embalm her with the sweetest flowers, O On every corner let Poets write these words, Both Prince and Peasant death devours. L Like to the glorious flower that grows all creatures are on earth. I In cropping it the flower dies, thus do we lose our breath. S So all things living soon decays, But the grace of God doth last always. Here will I leave Frederick, and return to Lewis, who having heard news of the death of that sweet Calipolis, entered into these speeches. Unfortunate Lewis, the most unfortunate of all men, because more distressed then any, strain floods of tears, distill them down thy cheeks, let scalding sighs be portion of sad lament, thou lovedst her well, and therefore mayst lament, thou heldest her dear, and therefore mayst thou grieve. Griefs, sobs, and sighs compound in one, bewail her death that now is dead and gone: gone, yea she is gone, and with her goes my joy, life lingers but a space. Why leytereth death, sith I desire to die, for life is irksome, and I loath it I. Ah now I see that I have often heard, a dog hath his day, tides observe time, and all living creatures are tied to a decorum. The Cedar tree is shaken with the Northern blasts, as well as the smallest willow shrubs. The more beautiful flower, soon either parched with summers heat, or infected with Caterpillars. The Heban blossoms, open with the dew, and shut with the Sun, the leaves of Licoris, when it is most wettest without, is then most dryest within, the smother stream, the deeper water, a hot sunshine, foretells a shower. The playing of the Porpos, prognosticates a fatal disparagement, the purest die, the most subject to stains, the brightest blossom, the soonest blasted, the ripest fruit, the quickliest rotten. Every plant hath his spring, and every Tree is subject to his fall. The Cherry is first green, but coming to a more gay colour, is suffered to grow no longer, the smallest hair hath his shadow, and the mean shrub beareth a shade. All trees flourish not that are grafted in February, some perish with the frost in May, and blast before they bud, every thing of what nature soever, keeps observation of times. Time past cannot be recalled back, she is dead, quoth he, and therewith gave a sigh, with the water stealing down his cheeks. The pride of all that ever Nature made, the beauty of which bright shining Antiphofix, is shadowed, not with obscure night, but dismal death. Might acts of Chivalry (quoth he) attain to recall her to life, or a world of farre-fetched wealth, might prevail to procure the same, I would advance my shield, plume my Crest, comfort my never daunted heart, with Alexander, either to be Monarch, or turn the world to a ruinated Chaos: otherwise, attempt with Pellecretio to rip the bowels of the sole world, from Archypelligon right under Capricorn, to Causaro fire, burning Tropica. Or else, if physic might but be a means, I would with Aesculapius seek out the sense, although seventy seven years I studied for the same. But all in vain I breath these sad laments, not all the tongues in the world can call the dead to life again, therefore Lewis resolve thyself, assuage those folly's love hath bred in thy breast, and sith the Fates determined her death, send for Mountgramet, the actor of so foul a deed, comfort thyself, and cut off his days. Now will I leave Lewis resolved to revenge her death upon Mountgramet, and return to Mountgramet, who hearing it muttered about (as such a tale will fly about a town, and ring in every one's ear like a saint bell) that the King took great displeasure at the death of Calipolis, and meant with all speed to seize upon his goods, and deprive him of his life, which bred such a terror in his heart, that 'twas no boot to bid him fly, fell into these speeches. Ah Mountgramet, quoth he, wiping away the tears that gushed from his eyes, Asses biey dance aqui fortune chant, happy is that man on whom Fortune smiles, and better unborn than always to live in care, over-cloyed with grief. The ●ath of Calipolis flieth like winged Pegasus, or Swallows in 〈◊〉 sunshine day, and Lewis hath vowed my death, whether shall I fly? nay if I fl●e, I lose my goods, a guilty conscience doth bewray itself: but life is dear, therefore farewell all my wealth, and welcome woe begun, so farewell France and Paris thrice adieu. Adieu those heaps of gold in which I joyed most, and last sweet friends with whom I used to feast, adieu those floods of tears, I breath my last farewell. heart swells, and swelling bursts, & bursting breaths you all a sad lamenting adieu. France in thee I gladly would stay, and stayed might, had I not been forlorn, had Calipolis lived, then might I have lived in France, but she is dead, and therefore all adieu. Mountgramet (knowing that tide stayeth no man, and the Mariner that hoyses not sails at a good wind, may be forced to cast anchor ere he be aware, then comes an after wish,) presently committed the sequel of his fortune to the sea, where I'll leave him, and return to Calipolis, who being in the Desert woods within the Province of Denmark, began as followeth. Ah Calipolis, far from thy friends now breathe thy plaints. ye constant wives that love your husbands well, And dote upon the favour of so sweet a man, Bedew your cheeks with tears from crystal eyes, And let them drop as Nilus Egypt overflows, Ye pretty Birds that pleasure in your mates, Let me entreat ye mourn amain with me, here's multitudes of silly chattering Fowls, Do hang their heads, and echo doleful tunes, Cease of ye Compartners of my discontent, Calipolis hath cause, and none but she must mourn. Shall I rehearse my pleasure passed in France? Or think upon the gold I harboured in my chest? No, no, Calipolis that addeth sorrow to a dying soul, And heaps more grief upon a heart that groans, What shall I speak of pleasures that enjoyeth pain? Or talk of gold that wants to buy me food? Ah no, let sorrow be the sequill of my tale, And mournful sighing daily be my song, Come cruel Fates and cut me short, Life is loathsome, and I live too long. Calipolis had not rested a while, but Fortune began to smile on her to this effect. Frederick King of Denmark, being come out of France, passing thorough the wood, was espied on Calipolis, attired like a Page, who amazed at the beauty of the youth, stood for a space in a dump, but at last began as followeth. Frederick. What woeful wight is that forlorn Doth fill my heart with echoes of his plaints? Calipolis. Randall a hapless youth of France. Frederick. It grieves my heart to see so sweet a youth. Of age so tender, yet overgrown with grief, Speak Randall whether dost thou travel? Calipolis. Even whether my Fortune wills I should. Fred. The more I gaze, the more I grieve to see, The sweetest face that ere my eyes beheld, Much questioning adds grief unto his heart, Come Randall, thou shalt hence with me. Thy beauty binds my heart to favour thee. Randall, thou shalt be bed-made with myself. Randall turning his head aside in this manner, Ah that same news is worse than all the rest, Now Randall look above 'tis best. Pardon dread King, I am a poor man's son, Therefore unfit to be your highness bed-mate. Frederick. I force not of thy birth, beauty makes thee loved, for wert thou a woman, I would make thee a Queen. Calipolis. Ah now I doubt I am betrayed, dread Sovereign (quoth she upon her knees) grant me one request, tending to this effect. Randall hath vowed till his return to France never to sleep but on his mother earth, then grant this favour ●●acious Prince. Frede. The many favours in thy lovely face, hath grafted affection in my tender heart, that didst thou ask my Diadem, it could not be denied. Calipolis. Then Randall is bound to pray for frederick's life. After much more prattle had, (which I have shortened, for brevity sake) they both departed towards the Danish Court, the joy Frederick conceived, in finding so gallant a Youth, I omit to the Readers censure, and how Fortune having wrapped Calipolis in the folds of her deity, did highly favour her, shall after follow. Now let us come to Mountgramet, who having escaped the frowns of Aeolus, & the dangers of Neptune, the raging blasts of Boreas, the Destinies so plotted his course, that intending to have landed in Spain, he was set ashore in Denmark. Then he suspected the Fates had decreed the fall of his fortune, and the end of his days, yielded himself to the remnant of Fortune's pleasure, beginning in this manner. I know (quoth he) the Gods are offended with me, for so foul a fact, and therefore hath charactered some fatal disparagement, in the furrows of my face, for when I think on that harmless Calipolis, a certain grieving of the flesh (betwraying a guilty conscience) over-cleies my feeble heart. I look like a condemned man at the place of execution, my colour changeth to a blood red, for telling the murder I consented to, nay, commanded, or chiefest committed. Therefore Mountgramet, content thee with what calamities soever the Gods cross thee withal, for their cruelest doom, is thy due desert, thou hast done to death, (with that the tears gushed out so fast, that he could hardly speak a word) the pride of all Diana's sprouts. Was she not fair, as are the Swans that on Meander swim? was she not lovely as fair Dido, the Carthage Queen? was she not constant, as Silera was? chaste as fair Diana was? is she a Polip in change? no a Diamond in all her deeds. No reason then that she should die. But foolish jealousy enforced me to the fact, a fact most heinous to the world: unpardonable of Gods, and men, the death of her who always loved thee well, too passing well, but that was quite forgot. Injurious man, me thinks these silly chattering birds, cries for revenge, each bush that shakes doth make me step aside, and since the dismal hour of her untimely death, Phoebus is shrouded under a cloud, Sol denies her evening shine, Aurora in obscure darkness shows his face, and all things reversant turns to an obscurity. After he had thus bewailed his present misery a space, he shifted his wearied steps towards the Danish Court, & having neither company, nor hope of good comfort, to drive away bitter conceits, he framed this sorrowful Sonnet. The Sonnet. YE woeful wights that swims in restless pain, Ye hapless men that sorrow do sustain, Shed forth your tears, and mourn a while with me, Whom spiteful Fates hath crossed with cruelty. Sometimes in France I lived in great joy, Near tasted grief, nor felt such hard annoy, All things I had that heart could once request, My credit sprung and flourished with the best: Till Fortune, Goddess of each secret thought, Within few years thus hatefully hath wrought. For which fact, with bleeding heart I groan. The death of her who now is dead and gone. Fond conceited jealousy, an enemy to delight, Was cause that wrought on me this cruel spite. I was her death, that loved me more than life, Constant Calipolis, my dear and faithful wife. Hard was my hap to seek her woeful end, That was to me so sweet approved friend. Ye cruel Fates the causers of this ill, Come spit your spite my silly heart to kill. If hateful hell affords more cruel smart, Then Death possess my inward troubled heart, For better 'tis that I forthwith should die, Then live on earth, and want her company. Unhappy was the time, the day, the hour, That turned my sweet to such a loathsome sour. Well may I wish the man to live in pain Of ceaseless torments, never ease to gain, That first by Art presented to my sight, The view of that which still afflicts my spirit. But more accursed be that caitiff slave, Which hath performed the charge I rashly gave. And if the Gods have any plague in store, Never yet heard of, or made known before, Wherewith they mean, to men shall be expressed, How much the fact of murder they detest, Let it for vengeance fall upon his head, That others may by his example dread. Cease, cease Mountgramet, for thy wish is vain, He was thy servant, thou didst him constrain, And causeless curse, like arrow shot upright Returning down, on thine own head will light: Therefore sith I myself have done the wrong, I wish revenge on my commanding tongue. I wish the fiends to vomit up their fill, And at their pleasure work on me their will, Both Fates and fiends full sore I did offend, In cruel sort her guiltless life to end. I know 'ttwere vain a pardon for to crave Of all the Gods, which no remorse will have. Whilst here I live, I look for nought but pain, And after life in hell for to remain. Where multitudes of wicked murdering wights, Tormented are in damned woeful plights. All pleasures pack, and welcome woe begun, Sighing shall be my song, all merry notes are done, And still in tears lament my foul offence, Till Death do strike, and I must needs go hence. Having ended this Sonnet, Fortune having displayed her ensigns, and got the triumph to her own content, began with a friendly smile to cheer a sorrowful heart in this sort. Calipolis being sent in her Page attire with certain Letters concerning the King's affairs, to one of his Nobility, in making her return, chanced to fix her eyes upon this distressed man Mountgramet, whose Atlas burden of cares, had altered so much his countenance, and on the contrary part, the supposed death and change of attire, so far altered Calipolis, that one knew not another. Calipolis recalling to mind her own former calamities, in friendly courtesy gave him the time of the day, and questioned with him somewhat merrily of his Country and travel. Whether he knew the murdering husband of Calipolis? at which words, Mountgramet suspecting he had been betrayed, thinking life was sweet, began to check Calipolis, calling her an inquisitive boy, wishing if she would avoid his displeasure, to be packing, lest he furred his Mandilion with a few Lamb-skinnes. Then Calipolis suspecting him to be some spy, and calling to mind the credit got if she could conquer him, the feebleness of the man heartened her to these speeches. Calip. Sirrah you must with me to the King, suspicion says thou art a spy, and if thou be not such a man, draw thy weapon for I mean to try thee. Mount. Youngstar I defy thee. Calip. First try me, then after defy me. Mount. There lie my weapons, thou hast conquered me. Calip. Then let me joy in thy captivity. Mount. 〈…〉 ●nd let me joy with gazing on thy beauty, thou so re●… 〈…〉 whom whilom I loved dear, that were I Alcides, 〈…〉 ●●dst conquer me. Calipo. He doth so nearly resemble him whom late I loved, 〈◊〉 ●ere I hard hearted Scipio, I must favour him. Captive I 〈◊〉 ●y heart is over-cloyed with grief, step aside, and unload them 〈◊〉 ●hy self. Mountgramet stepping aside, leaning himself unto 〈◊〉 ●hady bough, began as followeth. Unfortunate man, I see the Destinies determines a final end of thy days. For when I drew my sword with intent to strike, a sudden conceit present, forced me to throw down my weapons, my feeble heart was fully persuaded it was the very ghost of Calipolis, with that a certain flood of tears gushed forth, and finished his tale for a space. Then fell Calipolis to these sudden passions. Fond Calipolis, what foolish imaginations hast thou bred in thy breast? may not one man be like another. Mountgramet lives safe and secure in France, & let Fortune show all the authority her deity affords, & she cannot bring her triumph to such effect. 'tis but a thought bred in a suspicious heart, unlikely to be true, because unlike to be brought to such a purpose. But what should one say, the Fates are frowning, and their deity is of great force, therefore persuade thyself it may be. With that she hung down her head, and said no more. Mountgramet having wiped away the tears, began again to this effect. Many trees bear blossoms, all beautiful, but yet several fruits. Many hear us be green that are of sundry natures. If all things that be of one colour, have no contrary effect, we should imagine Chalk were Chief, but fond in thine opinion, Calipolis is murdered, and thou art plagued for the martyrdom. The ravening Fowls have fed their fill on her harmless flesh, therefore it cannot be, unless the angry Fates hath decreed her thirsting ghost, should in the habit of a Page prognosticate my present fall: resembling a glorious sunshine, that foretells a storm, the promise of a pardon to a condemned man that is sure to die: otherwise it cannot be, with that, wring his hands together, he was silent for a space. Calipolis, who all this while had stood in a dump● 〈…〉 Mountgramet in a maze as though he had no more to say, 〈◊〉 in this wise: it seems (quoth she) that either your griefs began extreme, that you cannot breath them from the centre of y be so heart without breaking, or else you keep a certain show of your sembling, thinking to delude the time till dark night. Therefore or no if thou hopest to attain favour a my hands, or liberty for thy life, pluck up your wearied feet, and travel away with me as fast as you can. Mountgramet was so bewitched with the beauty of Calipolis, which bred such fond determination in his head, that if she had run before, he would have followed, so fast as he might possible. Yet before he stirred his foot, desired her of all favours not to interrupt his amazed melancholy humour with questioning. Calipolis, who was pricked with the same thorn, being both bit with one dog, was so busy, hamering her own late conjectures, that without further entreaty, willingly granted his desire. Now are they both wandering towards the Danish Court, both of them as busy as a be, tempering a thousand conjectures in their brains. Not long traveling together, but still they viewed each others countenance, without any interrupting of each others gazing, but in fine, they entered the Court, and being come to the King, Calipolis falling on her knees, after the delivery of her former message, began in this manner. Dread King, quoth she, meeting this stranger by the way, all amort, in pensive passion, after certain communication had, I inquired of his Country, suspecting him a Frenchman, and some secret spying foe to your excellency, who presently offered violent words, and to be brief, we buckled together, before any foil was given, he perceiving the first attempt of so tender a youth, yielded himself captive. Thus without ere about I conquered him, whom here I offer to your royal Majesty for further examination. May it like your Majesty, quoth Mountgramet, to give me liberty ●uncle, c●●ke. The gracious favours that Nature framed 〈◊〉 at the twice fairer than the Sapher or bright shining Car●●th seeking fair Luna in her silver shine, or Aurora's blush 〈◊〉 mornings break, Phoebus' beams in a Sun-shyne day, 〈◊〉 Lamps that glorifies the heavens, so near resembled my ●●●●polis, that to conclude nought but beauty conquered me, and were she alive, none but she had conquered me. Therefore I persuade myself none but her thirsty wandering ghost hath conquered me. Calipolis perceiving it was her Mountgramet, was strucken in such a sudden dump, as amazed all the beholders, yet at last plucking up courage replied in this sort, (unbutning her Doublet showing her pretty paps.) Behold, quoth she, none but thy Calipolis hath conquered thee. Pardon dread King, I am Calipolis, whom Fortune now hath highly favoured. Thus will I leave the friendly Reader to imagine the sudden joy and communication had betwixt them, and come to Fredrick, that fostered so fair a woman almost a fortnight, and caught not so much as a kiss, who raged against his oversight in this sort. Fredrick (quoth he) herein, thou hast resembled the foolish Lapidarian, that beholding a precious stone, neglecteth time to try the virtue, and so casting it aside looseth a great value. But marvel not, for I have heard it said, Love is blind, and therefore can judge no colours, else might outward beauty, discover inward virtue. Foolish man that having caught a Fowl feathered to thy own affection, and couldst not lay salt on her tail as the saying is, but marvel not, for doubtless she is favoured of the Gods, to be a miracle to all the women in the world. Large promises, great protestations, could not impeach her constancy, a mean woman, fostered simple, not Princess like, as her friends were able, and not to be tempted with a Diadem, deserveth to be canonised in Tables of perpetuity, ever to be read, and never to be razed out, till all things reversant, die in endless oblivion. So turning himself towards the two joyful persons, thy constancy Calipolis quoth he, hath purchased many favours at my hand, therefore frolic with thy husband, and Mountgramet comfort thy supposed dead wife 〈…〉 of Fortune be a means of more fervent affy 〈…〉 the Gods ordained it for good, and sith all things 〈…〉 content, though the loss of your goods, and the pu● 〈…〉 grief for the present time, to be plain, I was the A● 〈…〉 this ill, being enamoured of this constant Dame, shew● 〈…〉 in a glass by Magic spell, which deciphered nothing 〈…〉 pretended lies, because I could not obtain of her my pu● The defamation of her marriage rites, I can never quittal with amends, your griefs sustained, I cannot recall, the well you lost, shall be valued and repaid to you both treble fold, a● look what you lost in France, shall be treble rewarded he in Denmark. After these large promises, they yielded thanks to his excellency, and rested at Fredricks dispose, where leaving them at their expectation, I end my Garland of a green Wit, garnished with such flowers, as my barren Garden affords. FINIS.