Aetat: Suae 17  
Vultus Apellinea pictus Barone tabella est  
Lotus Apollinea pingitur arte liber  
W. Martial sculpsit. John Hobart Gent:   


ΕΡΟΤΟΠΑΙΓΝΙΟΝ Or the CYPRIAN ACADEMY.  
BY ROBERT BARON OF Gray's Inn Gent: Velle pro posse.    

TO THE SUPEREMINENT PARAGON OF ART, AND Literature, the truly noble James Howell Esquire, Nestor's Longaevity and both world's Felicity.  
Honoured Sir,  
AS I did frequently take fresh air in your Dodonaean grove attending the Articulate, and intelligible susurrations of your ever verdant vegitals, (to which former ages have nothing (in that kind) to assimilate, neither shall future times be able to parallel,) from these Apollinean Plants of yours, I have slifted here a twig, and there a sprig, and I have bestowed some time in binding them in a bundle, which with myself I humbly offer to your approved censure, it being the Apex of my ambition to have your honoured self my justice in Eyre, I cannot say with Persius  
Nec scombros metuent mea carmina, nec thus for this confused truss of twiggs (as I may say) though made of green wood, yet is it far from meriting any longaevity, it deserves rather to kin- Helena, Ariadne, and Phyllis, with other innumerable eminent endouments which bounteous nature hath liberally in all ages reposited in your lovely sex, as in the Apothecke or magasine of perfection, makes this my Gynophilian or amorous infant long rather to be dandled upon your tender knees, then lie reclused in a dusty study.  
If you please to bestow part of that time which you spend in other divertisments to converse with this poor brat of my brain, it will paint out unto you though with a quavering pencil, and in course and caligenous colours the passions of your royal Amorists, with inducements to commiserate them, the event whereof (which may make them operative in this kind) will perhaps make you repent no more of reading them, than I of composing them. When you talk with your children you expect from them no congruence or acquaint language, yet you are often pleased to hear them prattle, & are delighted with their lisping Ideoms. This makes me hope that you will dispense with the Lallation & Low dialect of this babe, whose tone is rude, yet his meaning is plain dealing, which according to the proverb is a jewel, and consequently most fit for Ladies. Thus wishing you all delights, & happiness, endless like the rings you wear, & that the period of my pains may be the beginning of your pleasure, I remain  
Your Ladyshyps in all observance ROBERT BARON.   

On his beloved friend the Author, and his ingenious Cyprian Academy.  

No sooner in our Inn, but out in Print!  
Sure 'tis Art's Arcademy, and the Muse's Mint:  
Where in Dame Nature Pupil is to Art;  
Bearing Minerva's Image in each part:  
The Court of Pallas and the Muse's Throne;  
Where Ignoramus stands outlawed alone.  
Baron, go, non suit momus; for's barren plea  
Against the Court; and tell him openly;  
The brain of Jupiter's each Courtier's Mother:  
Or bid him read thy book; and then think other.  
Me thinks I see the world thy book admire;  
And Ladies dandling it with much desire  
To see that hand; these flowery Pastrolls penned;  
And wish them Ring-like, without any end.  
What Venus can deny to be the Fem ',  
Of Laureate Baron; borne of Orpheus stem;  
None can object against thy worth, or line;  
Save more than Bigamy with the Nine:  
Pernassu's thine! make jointure then;  
And let God Hyemen say Amen.  
To Court thouart welcome; th' Muses blaze thy Praise:  
Momus shall wear the Ivy; Thou the Bays.  
William Beversham of Gray's Inn Esquire.    

To my chosen Friend, the hopeful Mr. Baron.  

SO young! and write so well! it might appear  
Impossible but that thy name is there  
Nature hath here her former self surpassed,  
Showing at once perfection and haste:  
Since thou like Virgil's Genethliack bay  
Art a tall tree, ere time could think a spray.   

Well might thy happy lovers wish to come  
From th' Checquer shades of their Elysium,  
And suffer further miseries so they might  
Engage so rich a pen to give them light;  
For nothing was so well performed as writ,  
Such is the wide Prerogative of wit.   

Thy Book and Picture contradictions tell,  
And thwart themselves into a Miracle.   
I: HALL.. é Soc: Grace. hosp. Gent.   

To his ever Honoured Friend Mr. Robert Baron upon his Cyprian Academy.  

HOw dare I venture to insert a line  
Before thy book, when every word of thine  
Doth swell itself with a strong wound blast  
Of rich embroverd Eloquences, what was't  
Not afraid of choking in their bringing out.  
Or didst not board with Lessius about  
Some 9 months since conception, and didst there  
With in thy throat make a full passage clear  
To give them birth? what Midwife hadst at hand?  
Came not Minerva with Apollo man'd  
Merc'ry attending (in his proper place  
Most sweetly sings a fifth and eight's the base)  
Decked with his wings, even hoarse in setting forth  
Thy new lict Faetus with its unknown worth.  
Here is a Chemist which from a rude mass  
Extracts Elixir that death may well surpass  
Spencer's ninth Canto in the fairy Queen,  
Or Ben's vulpony, oh had he but seen  
Thy pregnant fancy, how could be forbear  
To rend his Cat'line and by Jove to swear  
Thy'ns the better, thou scorn'st exotic words  
Or Exolericke Phrases which affords  
No lustre to thy book, thy webs not drawn  
Or Spun of home-made thread, 'tis pure fit lawn  
For P●…ace stockings, Th' Aromatic strains  
Surely are flown from out Cylen'ns' brains;  
Thy words carry charms, able to lay witted  
The direful magic of an Exorcist,  
Come Rhombus come I prithee pause a while  
Thy language is pedantic, her's a stile  
To Court a Lady in, away, away  
To School young Empiric and make no stay  
But come and learn to speak, to Court, to charm  
Th' obdurate Mistress in thy wanton arm.  
Hence all your Momus bats leave off to fleer  
Away you Critics which are wont to Jeer,  
Or else King Arthur with his Knights shall come  
And Robin Hood shall strike his paper drum  
In his defence, brave Guy shall bring a long  
St. George for England with a warlike throng  
Famous Parismus and Primaleon,  
Palm'rin D'oliua with Montelion:  
Cease now Antiquity T'hang weeping o'er  
Brave Sydnys urn invest thyself no more  
With sable weeds, he lives, for sure there is  
Of Souls a sam'an Metempsychosis,  
Is this not Sidney; mark his Vein in verse  
His stile in prose, I cannot here rehearse  
His worth in several arts, here Ptolemy  
Or Strabo may learn new Geography,  
Here Tycobrah may view the turning spheres  
Making still music in his listening ears,  
Out of thy book Euclid may learn to frame  
A sphere, or draw a paralellograme;  
But muse 'tis time to stop, dost thou not see  
thou'rt o'er guilty with Tautology;  
His book shall praise itself, it may, nay can  
Suffice to make an English Uatican.  
THO: BRADFORD    

To his honoured friend, Mr. Robert Baron upon his excellent Poem.  

BAron of Wit! ' 'ttwere sin to blazon forth,  
Under a meaner stile thy mighty worth:  
'TTwere but a trick of state if we should bring  
The Muses Lower house to vote thee King.  
Thou highly dost deserve it, and the bays  
Should crown thy brows to thine immortal praise  
While ushered by the Graces thou art sent  
To sit as King i'th' Poet's Parliament.  
The famous Sidney's soul I think had gone  
A widow till the resurrection  
And never been inspired, now had not she  
Found out her Match and been espoused to thee.   

We have some things (called Poets) who although  
They ne'er were Versed but in the Crist-crosse-row  
And never swallowed Possum think they're able,  
To be partakers at the Muse's Table.  
Who ne'er inspired with the thrice three-Sisters,  
But took their learning, as men do their Glisters.  
And should you come and tell them what you lack  
Their wits (like ware lost in a Pedlar's pack  
They have, but know not where, perhaps their bundle  
May yield a Ballad for the widow-Trundle,  
Or some such business, wherein is shown  
A mournful ditty, to the pleasant tune.  
Fortune my Foe, or else-pox what d'ye call it  
When t'hath no more Concepit then has a Mallett.  
Who from their spongy brains may squeeze a sonnet  
When th'ave a Fortnight chewed the cud upon it.  
But shall such clumsey Humours ever be  
Renowned with the name of poetry?  
No, 'twere a sin beyond a pardon, you  
Deserve the Poet's name and Laurel too.   

Thy book swells high; thy lines well-wrought not weak  
Thy words might teach Apollo how to speak  
Which if he ever could have done, like Thee  
Daphne had ne'er been turned into a Tree  
Thy twisted Plot so nice a hand hath spun,  
You'd swear it were not only made, but done.  
And you would not believe me should I tell  
How soon this work was done, when 'tis sowell.  
Go on (dear friend) enlarge thy spreading fame  
And let thy Pen immortalize thy Name.   
HENRY BOLD Fell N. C. Oxon.   

To his ingenious friend Mr. Robert Baron upon his Cyprian Academy.  

I've thought upon't, yet faith I cannot tell  
Weather thy prose or verse doth most excel  
Each other, both in an Emphaticke style  
Roar like the torrent of a troubled Nile  
Stopped by an oblique beam thy words being penned  
I'th' confin's of thy throat, did force, their vent  
To torture weak capacities, who'll say  
Reading thy book 'tis Greek, wrote English way  
Nor is that all, some will conjecture by it  
That in'ts conception thou keep'st sparing diet  
They will not think thou didst gross Hamkins eat  
Lest thou shouldst choke thy quibles with such meat  
Yet whatsoever thou eatest for other Palates  
They Orcheards apples yield, thy gardens salads.  
Well may Antiquity amazed be  
To view their chapels, an Academy  
So far out vieed in which are many bowers  
For Venus' darlings, neatly strowed with flowers  
Of Rheth'rick, nay the seven li'brall arts  
Like thunder-clappsdoe act their several parts  
In high expressions, which are forth brought  
Some of them sure stand for a thirteenth thought.  
But here I'll stoop, lest I Tautologize  
In vain ambages, when it will suffice  
That in worths plenteous crops, of infant bays  
I gl●…e an handful to adorn thy praise.  
John Glean Cantabri.    

Roberto Barono, S. I. Apollines amplissimo cardinali ordine Amatorum.  
QUâ fronte ambulat monstrum illud sine labe? nes cis ignare? audies;  
Invenis Platonicus cujus os ruris filiae suum fecerunt alvearium, Corpus Poeticum cujus caput Musis est capitolium, ingenium perpetuus dictator. Venoris argentea columba quae diu inter mystica sacra ejus numinis versata, tandem ad matris auri, gam se ●●ntulit Phaebo pulchriore & sorore Phaebj.  
Sub Chirone Cupidineo Cypria Achilles acerrimus, Actaeon sine cornibus, cujus oculis, Clorinda, Hecate illa triformis est obnoxia.  
Novum sydus lacteâ collocatum plaga, Mercurius qui caduceo suo amoris somnium jnduxit, totus aureus cui nupsit Pactolus.  
Hic est ille Laudatus eralogiae in Cyprianâ academiâ professor, illius meritis hasce primitias, officij & observantiae pignus, libentissime consecrat  
Christophorus Baretus Londinensis. Coll. Cere. Chr. Cantb.   

To his worthy friend upon his Excellent Book the Cyprian Academy.  

Nature's Apelles that canst thus the State  
Of Lovers with thy pencil adumbrate  
Come quit this spot, and mount the starry choir  
Where sit enshrined souls made of pure●i fire;  
Half shadowed Venus shall then come to thee  
Hoping perfection in thy Poetry.  
The winged post of heaven shall gild his place  
Knowing thy Attic tongue can go his pace.  
When Priam's Paris lived (hadst thou been borne,  
The goddesses would thee their judge have sworn.  
Had Barclay seen thy book, he would have said  
Unhappy Argenis thou art betrayed.  
To riper wits, in deserts mayst thou be  
(Hating bright Sol) deformed Nyctimine  
Let Satyrs now be packing, and that name  
That would eclipse the lustre of thy fame.  
What shall I give thee? such titles sure as these  
Amphitruo or Bombimachides.  
Mentfieur of Helicon, Marquis of the Mount  
Parnassus, and of the Cabaline fount  
Poet's Colosse, under whose mighty feet  
May sail a greater than the Spanish Fleet  
To Loves Elysium, in stately bowls  
Where heavenly Nectar suck Platonic souls.  
I swear by Venus and her turtle dove,  
He's like a Tartar that d●…s not thee love.  
C. B.    

To his worthy Friend Mr. Robert Baron upon his excellent POEM.  

LEt ancient Poets stand aghast to see  
Themselves so far outrun, outstripped by thee  
Minerva's Magazine, who hast not seen  
The third part of their years, nay scarce seventeen.  
Hither may ancients come, and grieve to see  
Their learning all Epitomised in thee.  
Thy language is of proper words and phrase,  
What it affects it easily brings to pass,  
Were chaste Penelope surviving now,  
Her stubborn heart it would make soon to bow.  
Cupid directs thy heart, thy pen Apollo,  
Or else such lofty strains thou couldst not swallow.  
Hadst thou not been in love, sure thou coul'st ne'er  
Have writ such sublime raptures as are here.  
No more let Greece of famous Homer boast,  
No longer let old Ovid's sacred ghost  
Be grieved for, he now survives again,  
Henceforth let dropping eyes cease, and amain  
Let ink run from your quills in blazing forth  
This our inspired Poets praise and worth.  
I hold the opinion of Pythagoras,  
This Muse cannot be less than Ovid's was,  
Only it suffered a transmigration  
Into a body of a newer fashion.  
Unto thy book may all men have recourse,  
It doth descry the effects of love, the force  
Of armies and after victory the rest  
Which no man can so all as are expressed.  
In this thy book Faminius his life  
Thou hast expressed together with his wife  
Clorinda, Poets veil fair Helen's 〈◊〉  
Her's one indeed what she but painted was.  
Now lovers cease t'invoke and call upon  
God Pan for his sage direction  
In Nuptial Hymns, we scorn the common story  
This book henceforth shall be our Directory,  
The praises all to write should I accord  
Each line to me Encomiums would afford:  
But I have done, my pen is nought, and I  
Have but a slender vain in poesy.  
Wherefore farewell, go on as thoust begun  
To make thy name more glorious than the sun.  
Thus wishing the each man a happy guest  
Unto thy book I take my leave and rest.  
Tui amicissimus Joh. Quarles ex aede St Petri Cantabridg.    


Ana- 

RORERTUS BARONUS.  
RARUS AB ORBE NOTUS.   gram.  
Rarus, haud cuiquam peperit Natura secundum  
Notus es, & scriptis (Baron) ab orbe tuis.    

To my special Friend Mr. Robert Baron upon his ΕΡΟΤΟΠΑΙΓΝΙΟΝ.  

Jewel of Nature whom a blessed age  
To us hath brought forth even an Albion sage.  
Were't not obsurdity with silent quill  
To veil in verse and propose thy Attic skill.  
Had a wise Sibyl our Euriphilus  
But augurized of thy approach to us  
Each hand had itched to be buisied  
In weaving Chaplets to adorn thy head.  
Critics may now prejudicated, what though?  
They show their envy, neither hurt they you,  
Minerva brought thee forth, Eupheme then  
The Muse's nurse nursed thee the gem of men.  
Thou Ovid-like thou from thy infancy  
Brought'st this Heroic strain now shown by thee.  
In which high tract thou Mars and Venus clear,  
Thou Neptune also dost demonstrate hear.  
Thee Mars in field may justly general,  
Thee Neptune may by sea vice admiral  
Insert: Thee Venus in her lofty state,  
May make her amorous associate.  
Now hither may resort most antique sages  
Incredulous that these our iron ages  
A Phoenix should produce, 'tis true, and sure  
Nature's best fabric now within us endure.  
If these but wits first blossoms are, what then  
May be expected from thy riper pen.  
In this fair road proceed we thee desire  
That as thy youth, we may thine age admire.  
Charles Cremer. Cantabr.   

Idem in Eundem.  
Te, Barone, Canam. te Polyhimnia:  
Musarumque pater plectrasonantia  
Pulsans se recinet Daphidis arborum  
Docta fronte geras, est vigor in ●uis  
Occultus folijs, tergeminas habe  
Laudes, at quatiat sidera vertice  
Aequè Caelicolas terra Britannica  
Quae talem peperit de gremio suo  
Vatem; perge diu trame●e prosperus  
Incaepto, & faveat nomen Apollinis.  
Carol. Cremer. Coll. Corp. Crist. Cantabr.    

To his admired friend Mr. Robert Baron upon his Book.  

Great Madam Nature's womb as yet I see  
Is not grown feeble, it hath brought forth thee,  
Our age's ornament, t' o'th' brought forth thee,  
Who art a Nestor in thy infancy.  
Thy thoughts (though green) so ripe they are, and rare  
With hoary wisdom they may well compare.  
In thy elaborate Poem, fancies seem  
In Learning's choice, and chief spoils triumphing.  
Wit's deepest mines thy eagle's eye can spy.  
Thy clearer soul sound their profundity.  
This thriving bays, this verdant laurel sprout,  
O'er tops old slanders, at's peeping out,  
It shall even Scythian frosts survive, and last  
In spite of spattering envy, and the blast  
Of Momus keener breath, it shall be seen,  
Like youthful Daphnie always clad in green.  
Cant pale faced study cow thy haughty spirit?  
Renowned Sir, wilt thou proceed in spite  
Of knotty arts? go on still and be blest,  
Tough rugged sciences thou shalt digest,  
And swallow time himself, who ne'er shall have  
Power to rear for thy great name, a grave.  
Sic vaticinatur, JOS. BROWNE Gent.    

ΕΡΟΤΟΠΑΙΓΝΙΟΝ THE CYPRIAN ACADEMY. The First Book.  
IT was in that time of the Year wherein particoloured Flora had diapered the Earth with her chiefest Treasury, and Silvanus the Rustic ruler of the woods had decked the spreading trees, with his choicest Livery, when the Illustrious and Heroic Flaminius (the delight of his Age, and the glory of his Nation) cast his love-infected eyes upon the fair Clorinda, a Lady who filled all mouths with the praises of the amiable Physiognomy of her Face, and the laudable faculties of her soul) as she was walking in a shady bower, attending to the chirping Notes of well-tuned birds, and picking (as Fancy prompted her) here a speckled Pink, and there a Primrose, (the year's Maidenhead,) now ablushing gillyflower, than a blue vained-violet, this she sticks upon her arm, that upon the borders of her curious plated hair, at length she bosomed a happy rose-bud in her Lilly-brest, whereat the rest of the flowers contended for fresh beauty to delight her, and swelling with emulation to bid an ultimum vale to the breast of the dull earth to adorn hers (the Theatre of virtue) they all grew sweeter, and by a gentle gale sent an odoriferous invitation to her to pluck them. Flaminius beholding her in this heart-attracting posture, he forthwith placed so in her all his future hopes of joy, and joyful parts of his heart, as he left remaining in himself nothing but a maze of longing desire, in seeing he liked, in liking he loved, in loving he felt the effects incident to love; the torments which he sustained in her presence, the griefs which he endured in her absence, the pining thoughts in the day, the pinching dreams in the night, the dying life, the living death: his fear of losing her, his despair of gaining her, shall be the subject of the subsequent History.  
But first let us glance upon him in his minority, discourse a while upon the course of his fortunes, before he was reputed a man, and insert his Legend.  
He was by birth an Italian, borne in the delicate and luxurious City of Naples, first the receptacle of Philosophy, now of Soldiery,  

Erected by sweet Siren, said to be  
By Phaleris built, styled once Parthenope;  
Rich hort-yard of the dove-drawn Queen of Love,  
New field of th' Hydra slaying son of Jove.  
Fat soil of liberal Ceres, crowned with corn,  
Rare vineyard of the wine-wet god unshorn.  
Boast not because no city's like to thine,  
For sweetness, Empire, beauty, strength, corn, wine,  
Boast not thy rarities, thy bubbling Fount,  
Labulla called, nor yet thy biforked Mount  
Vesuvius, whence Sol's Steeds (with mains be curled)  
That circumdates in twice twelve hours the world,  
Do first begin their race, as if it were  
Their master Phoebus private Bedchamber.  
Brag not of thy obscure Chimerian dale,  
ne'er seen by Sol, nor by his Sister pale.  
Nor cause thou giv'st a grave to him whose verse;  
The conquests of victorious Kings rehearse,  
Brag neither of the pleasant watered Lake,  
Aquano termed, so fatal to the Snake.  
Nor of Authentic Sibyl's domicil,  
Whose past predictions bald time fulfil.  
Insult not Parthenope because you have  
Lacus Avernus, and black Charon's cave,  
And sooty Vulcan's fier-spitting Court,  
Wherein he tempers arms to make Mars Sport  
'Tis this Parthenope, 'tis this that raise  
Especial Trophies to thy lasting praise;  
Flaminius, whom fame affirms to be  
Made in dame Nature's prodigality;  
Flaminius, whose name live till times glass run,  
For earth's last dark Eclipse of no more Sun,  
Was borne in thee, at whose Nativity,  
A general Tournament was held i'th' Sky,  
The Stars did run a tilt, and Phoebus' bright,  
Danced a Coranto with the Queen of night.  
The Rocks did Echo forth his name, and none,  
Of their dull cliffs, but did repeat that tone.  
Orpheus did string his harp with nimble hand,  
To sound his praise,— Silvanus did command  
Myrtles to dance, the pines their roots forgo,  
The Holmes and branching Elms did caper too,  
Sweet firre-trees friskt, and sublime Cedars ran.  
Jove's tall Oak fed by gums Assyrian,  
Joined in a Galliard with that lofty tree,  
Whose courtly boughs the meed of valour be,  
And odor-breathing Zephyr this news bore  
On's way, unto a grove of Sycomore,  
Whilst there he told it in a flowery gale  
Tres bowed their tops, as thankful for his tale.  
Each flowing stream in gentle murmuring tones,  
Whispered these tidings to the pebble stones.  
Nor was Amphion's sphere enchanting Lute,  
(Whose sound erected Theban structures) mute.  
Pan on his reed, on his pipe Mercury,  
Carrold in Sonnets their festivity.  
With beamy eyes, and bright disheveled hairs,  
The Nymphs tripped o'er the Lawns,— thus chimed the Spheres  
Naples rejoice, a Prince is borne in thee  
Whose fame shall burgeon to Eternity.   
He had for his father Pompilius a man of an affable nature, in war as expert, as valiant, in peace as provident, as prudent, always resolute to undertake, and ever fortunate to execute any design conducing to the emolument of the weal-public, which he was industrious to advance, both in buff, and fur, by arms and art. He took to wife C●pricia a Lady of an exquisite feature, and of so ripe a wit that the fragrancy of those redolent flowers of female eloquence which blossomed in all her discourses, turned all tongues into attentive ears whilst she was speaking. If she did deambulate, besides the making divers places happy by her steps, the very moving did add an amiable life to her innate perfections. If she did set still, the conspiracy of her several attractive graces combined together, to present one perfect figure of incomparable beauty to the ravished beholders.  
From this happy couple proceeded this miracle of art and nature Flaminius, in whom nature seemed to have planted the paradise of her perfection He was well stored with civil virtues for peace, and martial valour for war; passion was not exiled from him, but suppressed in him; and so subjected to right reason, as he was idoneous for prosperity or adversity: whereof the one did not make him insolent, nor the other dejected. He was one of the silken wits of his age, by nature a Phylomathy, so addicted to erudition and literature, that he used his cradle like a Library, making Books his nugaments. Apollo did so cooperate in his production as he lisped meeter, and his first notes were Castalian lays, as if he had been borne in Tempe, or Parnassus, or had the sphear-borne harmontous sisters for his nurses.  
There was no virtue but he did depute it either fit for ornament, or use, no vice but he did condemn and contemn it as sordid.  
His exercises and refocillations from his infancy, and very nonage, were ingenious, manly, decent, and such as tended still to wit, valour, and activity, which he used ad ruborem, non ad sudorem, his games did not make him pale with fear of losing, nor hot with desire of gaining.  
He was a fit soil for praise to dwell upon, and were it not as superfluous, as it is tedious, we might protract this tract, or register of his virtues in infinitum.  
sharp tusked Boars, crafty Foxes, and timorous Hares, with all which kinds of Beasts, kind Nature (aspiring to recreate her darling Flaminius) had plentifully stored that spacious Forest.  
But to turn to our task, the French King at this time had his residence at his standing house within a mile of Possy, whither this favourite the Duke of Luynes was summoned, so that Flaminius was for a time deprived of his society, which he made not only necessitudo, but necessitas, almost essential to his subsistence: in whose absence Saturn that leaden planet did cast his melancholy influence over all his intellectuals, yet he being willing to dissipate those black fogs of disconsolate pensiveness, he road attended by two of his Domestics, Florian and Doristo, into the Forest, where he suddenly heard such a plangerous and lamentable cry; as he was well assured it was the doleful note of some object of pity, wherefore making his ears his guide, he left not many trees behind him, before he discovered mounted upon a black Palfrey a Damsel of exquisite formosity, urged with sorrow making towards him: her light moulded Horse though quickened and vivified with the whip, equalled not the celerity of her timorous mind, she had her sad Oration inscribed in pale characters upon her tristfull countenance, her eyes were distained, and cheeks bedewed and irrigated with watering tears: the thwarting boughs of the spreading trees did lose her tresses, and spread her hair on her shoulders after the Funeral manner. Being come within his ken, she implored his aid in the rescuing of her Lady out of the hands of an injurious usurper, and this boon she begged with as much vehemeney of passion, as if her panting heart would have climbed into her mouth, to take her trembling tongues office. Flaminius whose heart was the Throne of tender pity, as well as of truculent prowess, undertook the quarrel, and followed the Damsel, who conducted him to that place were the Lady's Servants (which the strange Knight and his Complices had vanquished, and almost unlived) lay (besmeared in their congealed blood) calling upon Charon (with dying groans) to afford them a speedy passage. Flaminius conceived it more necessary to resume the captived Lady, then condole the conquered Servants, wherefore he left them and outstripped the flower wind in pursuit of that Knight, whom he at last saw leading away the unwilling Lady, for whose sake he saluted him with this challenge.  
It sufficeth not that thou hast subdued yonder Pettitoes of Mars, and captived their Lady, fortune will not sell her at so under a rate, it remaineth that you vanquish me also before you enjoy her, the wager of our contention, whose mercy i'll constrain you to abide, and in whose defence my sword (blushing at thy impieties) shall strike thy soul to Erebus, and compel thee to garter thy hose with thy guts.  
The strange Knight coined this proud reply to this unexpected de●●e; I conceive it no hard task to chastise thy insolency, for I take thee for no other than a body animated by a Pythagorean Transmigration, with one of those cowardly souls which I even now sent to seek new Lodgings.  
With that he turned his Horse to take his career, expecting nothing but the fall of Flaminius, but he fell short of his expectation, at the first encounter being sent to fetch an errand in the dust, but remounting his bit-champing coursier, they charged each other with much agility; so thick, as if every blow had striven to have been foremost, but the strange Knight's Horse carvetting, received upon his head a forcible blow intended for his Master, the anguish whereof made him cast his burden, to accompany his blood (which too too prodigally streamed out at his deep wounds) to the all receiving earth. Then Flaminius contemning advantages over an almost vanquished Antagonist, lighted also, and now these Champions entertained one another with fresh courage, till Flaminius let fall such a fortunate blow upon the unfortunate strange Knight, as parted his ill-tempered shield, and despising the weak and inconsiderable oppugnation of his already broken armour, it made a great breach into his heart-side, as if it would cut a passage for his unlawful love to issue out at, and sent his whole body to strike the earth, falling, since he could offend his Antagonist no better, standing.  
Flaminius (after he perceived his pale enemy had acted his lives Epilogue) accompanied the Lady to her Castle, which stood in the same Forest, and in the journey he desired her to beguile the times haste, and abbreviate the ways length with the relation of her precedent fortunes.  
To this request of his the Lady shaped this Reply.  
Royal Sir, your commandment doth not only give me will, but power to obey you, such influence hath your excellency. I will lay the foundation of this subsequent sermocination with any one name, which is julia, eldest daughter to signior le Aroine, and his wife Isabel, who both during the time of my minority, (having performed the message for which they were sent into the world) returned again to their Maker. First, my indulgent Father being too old to live, his decayed nature was conquered by triumphant death, and useless Physic did yield to his manifold diseases, than my widowed Genetrix striving to survive without him, and liking not, expired also. After this, I with my Orphan Sister Andronica, retired to our Castle, (towards which we now equitate) where we reap as much delectation in the rural solentary groves and hewts of our own, as the rest of the French Ladies do in the populous streets of stately Paris, she that hath no lookingglass to dress her head by, will use a bowl of water, she that wanteth a sleeke-stone to repumicate her linen, will take a pebble. The Countrey-girle girdeth herself as straight in the waste with a course caddis, as the Madam of the Court with a silk ribbon; and we were as well content in our Rustic immorigerous rooms,, as others in the magnificent structures of our Royal Sovereign.  
But to proceed, there arrived at my Castle Phylispis a valiant and heroical Knight, one out of the number of those, whom renowned Fame will ever celebrate: his errand was to prostrate his love-sicke-heart at my feet, in the highest degree of lowest duty; and the purity of the verity is, he had taken a full possession of the Fort, before he did ask for the keys; the match was concluded, and agreed on before the capitulations were treated on: my ravished eyes did no sooner behold him, than my amorous heart did fancy him; (for he resembled Abdalmuralis, the grandfather of mohammed, who was so amiable, that women were enamoured of him;) yet my modest tongue did a long time hold him in wavering suspense, neither suffering his fear to fall into despair, not his hope to hasten to assurance; though once to prove the reality of his unalterable affection, I charged him with whole volleys of flat denials; though any man that had been trained up in Cupid's discipline, might easily perceive, I shot nothing but powder, to try his animosity, not bullets, to batter down his breast-workes of hope already reared. To these he framed this satisfactory reply.  
Madame, the poor Fisherman that was warned he should not fish, would notwithstanding at his door make nets. And the old Vintner of Venice that was prohibited from selling Wine, did still hang out an inviting Ivy-bush; and so will I die in faith to you, if I may not live in favour of you: My malevolent and inauspicious stars may impeach my enjoyment of you, but if they should implore the assistance of Erynnis, and call into their aid the three Acheronticall Hags, Allecto, Megaera, and Tysophone, they should never force me from your love; which is radicated so profoundly in my heart, that he which plucks it out, pulls up at once that, and my soul together. Your gifts inspired by bounteous nature, and your virtues acquired by liberal education, have stamped for you such an indelible impression of love & affection in my estimation, as no distance of place, length of time, or traverse of chance, shall be able to race out, or impair, till death and sad despair, make a sponge of my bleeding heart to wipe it out.  
For all this, I still made his condition like a taper almost burnt out, sometimes all obscured in black dark despair, and now and then a flash or two, an Ignis fatuus of comfort; but of so short continuance, 'twas as soon extinguished, as perceived, till at length, my kinder heart being willing to yield, I was content not to persuade it to hold out any longer, against the sweet blows of love, but I promised him marriage, which is shortly to be consummated.  
Soon after him came this knight, who is by your valour, Ad Charontem sine naulo missus, and he also pretended a desire to match my matchless beauty, with matchless affection, him I denied as fervently, as I did the other faintly. And now this Tripoli (for so he was nominated, whom you have vanquished) did attempt to atchive that (Tarquin-like) by force of arms, which he could not effect by persuasion and argument, this made him devise all means, and wait for all occasions to surprise me.  
It fortuned, though late, yet at last, there was a match concluded on between Arcates, son and heir to the ancient Duke of Orleans, and Claritia my Mother's sister's daughter; to solemnisation of these nuptials, I with my damsels took our way, and now earth's black babbling daughter spread the pinions of swift wings, advanced her shtill trumpet, and filled the enquiring ears of Tripoli, with the relation of our journey; of which being certified, he diligently awaited for my return, and had assuredly made me his captive, had not you been my rescuer; to whom I am indebted for my liberty (the joy of life) which I hold now the second time of you. Thus sir have you bound me to you in an energetical chain of gratitude. To attempt a requital, would extremely extenuate your transcendent courtesy, and derogate from the worth of your high favour: but for the other office of gratitude, retention, if you had a window into my memory, you might espy there safely stored up, and conservated, to preserve it from mouldering away in oblivion.  
By this time the setting Sun with loose rays was posting to his Western home, waiting only to light Flaminius and Julia to the Castle, which was a place as strongly fortified, as rarely edified; it was erected of speckled free stone, adorned with marble shining pillars, and statues of the predecessors of Signior le Artine, it was environed with large walks both green and gravelly, with spreading trees on either side, bowred on the top, so that in Summer time the scorching Sun could not offend any with intemperate heat, there were such delicate shadows, and in the Winter, the chilly and sharp winds found no pass; the trees were so high and thick; round about these ran silver streams, whose sweet murmur, as they gently tumbled over their beds of pebble stone, did much adorn the pleasant solitariness of the place. Opposite to the front of this strong structure was a large park, which for cheerful risings of the ground, for groves, and rowsings for the Deer, and for crystal Rivulets of clear water might compare with any. In the Hall, cost and invention strove for mastery, so many Stories did so successively succeed one another, that the most curious spectators eye, (though his admiration might dwell in each piece) could find no cause of stay, until he had overlooked them all; here he did recreate his active fancy, with this variety of pleasing objects.  
Here might he perceive the ruddy blood drawn out of Daphne's tender legs, by the enjurious thorns, as she overhastily fled from pursuing Phoebus, and her dishevelled hair seemed to play with the warm breath of her following lover. There might he behold sorrowful Venus bemoaning the violent death of her boreslaine minion Adonis, and striving to wash away the clottered blood from his worried carcase with her pearly tears, which dropped from her tender eyes like a continued chain of pearl, ●gushing forth in such abundance, as if her ruby blood had changed its natural course and colour, to run forth at the wide open sluices of her eyes. She kissed his pale lips, as if she would willingly have melted her sad heart to have restored them to fresh colour, and breath into him another soul fit for her love. Here might he espy Leander beating the swelling Helispont●ck waves with his weary limbs, swimming to his expecting Hero, whose painted torches seemed to burn as bright as those real torches which by this time had inherited the set-Suns office. There might he descry the rude mouths of Actaeon's dogs filled with white foam, greedy to dismember their brutified master, and delacerate his limbs instead of the innocent beast he pursued. There grief in the stead of gain, pain in the room of pleasure, seemed to bathe its self in his sorrowful eyes.  
By this time our Spectators appetites began to solicit them in behalf of their stomaches, the colerick looks knocked, the trumpets sounded to supper, and when the tables were withdrawn, the Lady's servants for the better entertainment of Flaminius (being ambitious to exhibit all their forces to perform any thing that might conduce to his contentment) presented him with this pastoral.  

PROLOGUE  Flambio. 
Apelles' coveting to please your sight  
Preposed those various objects of delight  
To recreate your scent Her's choice perfumes  
Of unctuous Narde, and Aromatic fumes.  
Our cost-neglecting cooks to please your taste  
Have dressed choice cates and veands of the best;  
And to delight your tooth we all conspire  
To add what's corispond with that desire.  
Lastly this pastoral our wits prepare  
Even as second course to feed your ear.  
Expect no polished linos, no sublime strains;  
But rural Speech, such as is used amongst Swains.   


ACTUS 1.  
SCENA 1.  

Gripus.  
Hegio.   

When gaudy Flora in her prime  
Observing it was Summertime  
With fragrant flowers of each day  
Had made our mother Tellus gay,  
The new borne plumed minstrels fills  
The si●iling heaven and echoing hills,  
With chirping music, every groan  
Was made their choir.— Olympic jove  
Commanded Aprels balmy showers,  
To refresh the March bred flowers,  
And May perfection in each field  
To Aprels' suckling babes to yield.  
The spring p●●●umed this brood, whose smy  
The Phoenix nest might parallel.  
Now did approach the festival  
Of god Silvanus nuptial  
To his grove haunting Clarida,  
Then all the Faun●s kept holiday.  
The nimble fairies danced, and all  
The deities agresticall.  
Cl●ius and kind Phisipile  
Vowed loving Man and wife to be.  
So Clodin did to Collatine,  
So Serin to his Eglatine,  
So Cloris did to Coridon,  
And so dealt shepherds many a one.  
At length imploring love to be  
So propitious unto me,  
To Mira the fair sheapheardesse  
In courteous wise, I did address  
My hand, my heart, my cap, my coin,  
With all the good I could conjoin,  
But she coy thing, refused to prove  
What gentle Hymen is, or love.  
As pevish Daphne fled away  
From the illustrator of the day;  
Even so my sight coy Mira flies,  
My sighs she slights, my suit denies.  
When glorious Sol hath turned his back,  
And all the world is hung with black.  
Sleep (nature's soft-nurse) flies my eyes,  
My mind's o'ercast as are the skies.   

I'd rather fill a barn full than a bed;  
More profit 'tis to have a crooked plough  
Still going, than a tottering cradle rock.  
But more than that, these I term foolish men,  
(But foolish is the Amorists ep●hite,  
Ou peut a peine aymer ensemble estre sage,  
One scarce can be both wife, and love, together)  
That ere will trust their honour in a Bark,  
Made of so ●●ight weak bulrush as woman,  
Apt every fleeting minute for to sink it.  
And how can●… thou expect fidelity,  
In the disloyal sex called feminine.  
Remember fifty sisters, Belus daughters,  
Who all (save one) made of their husband's slaughters.  
And both th' Atrides had their envied lives  
Endangered by the falsehood of their wives.  
Euriphile (false Hag) her husband sold  
To Polinyces for a chain of gold.  
And Queen Eurydice conspired  
How to deliver to grim visaged death  
Her recall Lord, and husband, to enthrone  
In his void room her fancied Son in Law.  
The fierce Medea did delacerate  
Absyrtus tender members, to escape  
Her Father's pursuit, if we may rely  
On the report of sage Antiquity.   Grip. 
Thou pleadest against thyself, I'll turn the point  
Of thy last dagger into thine own breast.  
Thou sayst Medea tore in twain her brother  
Absyrtus, 'tis confessed, 't●as to discover  
Her ardent, and firm settled desire  
To follow Jason, ungrateful Jason,  
Who after that, left her and all her charms,  
To clap another Lady in his arms.  
So have I seen a Horseleech oft embrace,  
Cleave to and hang upon some bloud-swoln face,  
Till its own turn be served, it holdeth fast,  
Until his paunch be full, then drop at last.  
But to our ta●ke. Penelope lived chaste,  
Though twice five years her royal Lord was gone.  
Did not Aeneas fly, and leave his sword  
To let out over-credulous Dido's blood.  
When as Hiero blamed his wife, 'cause she,  
Never informed him of his stinking breath.  
I thought (quoth she) that all men's breaths smelled so.  
Arria when Petus was condemned to die,  
First stabbed herself, then giving him the steel,  
This wound (dear Petus grieves me not quoth she)  
But that which thou must give thyself grieves me.  
The Minians wives having obtained leave,  
To say valete to their dying Lords,  
Exchanged their habits, and exposed themselves  
(In their escaped Spouses rooms) unto  
The penalty of the offended Law.  
Dona the partner of her husband's woe,  
With him a long way (as his Page) did go.  
When Conrade gave the Matrons leave to bear,  
From Weinsberg foe-girt town what best they liked,  
Each took up her own husband on her back.  
Cornelia Annia did prostrate lie,  
On her defunct Lords Sepulchre, and die;  
For this cause annually a pair of Doves  
Are sacrificed to their firm settled loves.  
And happy Phillacides loyal wife,  
From death redeemed him with the loss of life.  
But many uncertain ways hath Phillis gone.  
To find her runagate Demop●oon.  Hegio. 
Humanum est errare, I confess,  
Both sexes than are faulty; but what else  
Do thy deluded eyes discover in  
Thy Mira, that thy heart should fancy her.  
Is't for her skindeep beauty (her chiefest pride)  
That's but times fading flower, which as 'tis  
Most delicate, is as volatious.  
It's like unto the Colours Phidias drew,  
Which seemed most admirable to the view,  
But suddenly did vanish and impair,  
At the weak puff of each aerial breath.  
A wife is but a fair affliction.  
Simonides reputed her to be,  
The Shipwreck of a man, the tempest of  
A house, the troubler of quiet rest.  
A prison of life, a plague assidual,  
A sumptuous conflict, a necessary evil,  
A horrible care, an ordinary battle,  
A sayly hindrance, the humane slavery,  
A fair Asp, an inevitable pain,  
A pleasant damage, a domestic strife.  
If then coy Mira scorn with thee to dwell,  
On earth leave her to lead bruit Apes in hell.  Gripus. 
Quote not these Accherontick Anchorites.  
Those stollid moth-eaten Foolosophers,  
That libel against Angels, those night-birds  
That do defile even their own nests, nay worse,  
That strangle sacrilegiously the fames  
Of their own mothers; Those ungracious brats  
That impiously requite with Stygian Ink  
The Nectar which indugently they lent them.  
Heed not the hissing of that viperous brood  
Of Parricides to their own mother's names.  
A female is the second part of man,  
She is a male i'th' the newest edition,  
A wife's the best of her Lords movable.  
For such a one fierce Champions have proved tame,  
The stoutest Soldiers trembled, and look wan,  
Ready to give their ghost up at a frown,  
The oracles of wit and Philosophy,  
Have been loves fools, and bend their literature,  
But to express great love's Supremacy,  
And the extent of its Dominions.  
Nay under Venus' sacred Ensigns march,  
Etherial troops of high mounted gods.  Hegio. 
Well, each man as he likes, but should the mad  
Disloyal Sycophant, whose sphere is woe,  
Attempt to shoot a raving shaft at me,  
In's many pieces I would make't recoil  
Upon his corpse, as there be golden sands,  
In the Pactolian or Tagean shores.  Gripus. 
Cease, cease, good Hegio, to repine at love,  
Atlanta's pace was stayed by golden balls.  
And gods themselves are oft ensnared by love,  
For they have slipped beyond their skill in that,  
They have made beauty of a greater force  
Than they themselves are able to resist.  
For Leda, Jove became a wand'ring Swan,  
And for Europia a loud lowing Bull,  
And for Antiopa a Satire rude,  
And for bright Danae a storm of Ore.  
Did not Apollo leave his burnished throne,  
Lay by his tresses? and in humane shape,  
Most humbly beg a boon at beauty's gate?  
Did not Alcides for Jole's sake  
With huge oft draw the slender thread.  
He was ta'en captive by his captives look,  
She took the Conqueror that had her took.  
Kind Paris for to steal his dainty piece,  
Travelled as far as betwixt Troy and Greece.  
And Perseus amongst the Negroes sought,  
And fair Andromade from Ind brought.  
Cupid can make the Regal Lion sport,  
In amorous dalliance with the frisking Kid.  
Venus can yoke the ravenous and fell kite,  
With milder Swans in the same Chariot;  
Immane rapacious Eagles she can link  
And timorous silver-brested Doves together.  
When she commands all animals lay by  
Their contrarieties, and antipathy. Exit.  Hegio. 
Enjoy, sir, your conceit, but for my part,  
I am invulnerable, thou blind Boy  
Shalt never take me captive, I am like  
Achilles dipped in Styx, nor do I fear  
Thy boy-ships shafts, go play with angry Bees  
And painted Butterflies, and at the Wasps nest,  
And when thouart stung, in thy mams lap go rest.   

SCENA 2.  

Venus.  
Cupid.   

Hark Cupid and revenge, this profane Swain  
Does slight thy quiver, and blaspheme thy bow,  
He says he's shot-proof, scorns thy archery,  
Scoffos at thy skill.   Cupid. 
I'll penetrate his heart,  
I'll make him be an earnest Votary  
Unto a marblehearted female Saint.  
I'll melt to amorous thoughts his soul of stone,  
I'll torture them in loves torrid, frigid Zone.  
I'll make him in the same flames freeze, and fry,  
The world shall be enamoured of his woe,  
I'll find a Shepherdess in whom he'll joy,  
And this his darling I will soon infect  
With coyness and with niceness, for her sake.  
His morning Orisons shall nothing be  
But numbers of innumerable sighs,  
Which he shall count by pearly tears, not beads.  
I'll make the cherries of her ruby lips  
The only cordials for to sustain  
His loathed life, and those shall be like to  
Fugacia poma, which like Tantalus  
He always shall desire, and always miss.  
I'll make him view the place where she hath set,  
And thither he shall repair, as if he thought,  
The place some sovereign virtue did contain  
To ease him, and to cure his gnawing pain.  Venus. 
Let him not wander far from home to seek  
Deep streams in which to wash his frisking flocks.  
Let such uncessant floods flow from his eyes  
As may supply the want of rivulets,  
Let his pined cheeks and hollow countenance,  
Affight all wolves from his secure sheep,  
Let him spend all his days in pinching grief,  
And melancholy discontents; and look  
Like to a withered tree o'ergrown with dross.  
Let his illetable and pensive sighs,  
Scare all rapacious, and ominous Ravens  
From picking out the eyes of his young Lambs  
Bleating for nutriment unto their dams.  Cupid. 
Innumerable such effects as these,  
Shall all be caused by this keen pointed dart.  
When as the long-tongued Lord of envious light,  
Whose presence make the day, whose absence night.  
Betrayed my mother, and the god of war.  
Unto the sooty, black, club-footed dolt,  
As he was tempering of a thunderbolt,  
For to revenge this wrong, I made him prove,  
The power of my golden shaft and love.  
And I will make this Hegio soon confess,  
I am a god, and of the starry race.  He shoots. 
Now lay thy hatred down, thy spite decline,  
And prove a votary at Daris shrine.  Exeunt.  

SCENE 3.  Hegi● solus. 
BUt sure I was not borne Minerva-like?  
Nor did fond Paracelsus teach my Sire  
To make a man without conjunction,  
What furious madness did possess my breast  
To flout at love? and wrong the female sex?  
And to requite in a sharp Satyr's strain,  
The roundelays, and charming lullabies,  
That my indulgent genetrix did warble?  
What are my brains grown dry, or my blood cold?  
Or am I on a sudden waxen old?  
I thought, though Cupid's aire-deviding shaft,  
Soon penetrated the well tempered  
Corslet: which the hot-halting god of fire,  
Made for his boisterous rival, it should not find,  
Or make a way to vulnerate my mind.  
And therefore Venus I blaspem'd thy son,  
But now I sing a Palinodia.  
Alas I have heheld that lovely face  
That from her eyes shot Cupid's into mine.  
T'abuse my sight, and work upon my frailty,  
With their smooth oratory to undo me,  
Among thy other trophies let me be,  
Kind Cupid, Hertan Porrigo to thee.  
Me thinks soft love hath lately made a breach  
Into the battered bulworks of my breast,  
And there commandeth all my yielding powers,  
Which now insulteth in their vassalage.  
One look hath struck my soul into a fever,  
Me thinks affection whispereth in my care  
Fair Daris name, Daris the shepherdess;  
An object beautified with the choice gifts  
Of liberal nature, and of virtue too,  
My wand'ring eye hath made my heart receive  
So good opinion of the forenamed Nymph,  
And hourly it soliciteth my tongue,  
To try my fortune, and to let it know,  
Whether its like in Daris love to rest  
In happy bliss, and blissful happiness;  
Which if denied, it's suddenly prepared,  
To leave my skeleton unto grim death.  
But courage Hegio, let not cold despair  
Chill thy green, and wide-gaping wounds too fast;  
She is a woman, and she may be won,  
Venus Adonis loved, why may not she  
Prove lovesick too, and at length fancy me:  
Shall I be bashful then, and so expire  
With grief; fie, fie, what shall a woman's eye  
Prevail so far o'er me to cause me die,  
And leave my name in the fool's Calendar,  
And there be noted with a ruby letter,  
For a supereminent Festival;  
No, I am loath to leave earth yet, I'll try  
If I may live, and find a remedy. Exit.   

SCENA 4.  Chorus of Fairs. 

BRight Phoebus who with morning light  
Puttest Hesperus twinkling train to flight,  
When as thou rowzest, and display  
Thy golden locks, and summon day;  
Thou who dost rest thy drowzie-head,  
In aged Thetis frothy bed:  
When as thy gilded Car of day,  
His glowingaxle doth allay.  
Thou who in twice 6 Months fulfil  
Thy journal on th'Olympian hill,  
Illustrious Lord of light, in vain  
Thou bragg'st with arrows to have slain  
Thy Python stern, whose massy bones  
Were Iron bars, like congealed stones  
His knotty sinews were, the boughs  
Wer's shady covers; his great troughes  
Deep Rivulets, which he (well nigh)  
Caroused at one watering dry:  
His belching shot forth flames, his eye  
Shined like the dapled morning sky.  
Fair Venus thy young hoodwinked son  
More glorious trophies oft have won,  
Thou that crownest thy loves with bays,  
Inventor of melodious Lays.  
Thou left'st Parnassus biforked hill,  
And Tempe thy fair domicile,  
At love's command, and all to be  
At Daphne's shrine a Votary.  
Thou that didst by virtual heat  
The happy plants, and herbs create,  
Couldst find no plant, or herb to be  
A medicine for love's malady.  
When thou commandest the birds to bring,  
In triumph to the world, the Spring,  
The new-clad earth hath quickly lost  
H●r Snow-white robes, no chilly frost  
Candy's the grass, no icy cream  
Congeal the lake, or pearly stream;  
No snow lies sheltered in the shade,  
The earth is thawed and tender made:  
For all thy heat, thy love doth lower,  
Nor had thy scalding rays the power  
To thaw h●r Marble ice, and this  
'Twas caused her Metamorphosis.   

Large limbed Hercules trebly blest  
With fame, thou who in youth expressed  
Deeds of honour, thy cradle's crowned  
With brave achivements, which renowned  
Thy name; thy valour was supplied  
With strength, thy haughty spirit defied  
An host of men, Heaven ne'er conjoined  
So strong a body, or so stout a mind.   

1.  
Brag not cause you flew and withstood  
Within the thick Naemaean wood  
A beast, the temper of whose heart  
Was like a nether Millstone; Dart,  
Nor threatening Sword, nor frightful Spear,  
Could terrify it with Panic fear:  
Like knotty wreaths of craggy brass  
His sinews were, a noise did pass  
From's mouth, which might strike deaf the cares  
Of mortals, and affright the Spheres,  
You wore his rugged shaggy hide  
About your shoulder, and left side.   

2.  
The Hydra by thy hand was slain,  
Whose heads lopped off sprouted again.  
The mud was made his downy bed.  
The stones were pillows for his head,  
His speckled jaws which hideous were,  
Thy brawny arms did bodily tear.   

3.  
Thy club made th'Erymanthean Bear.  
Lie weltering in his ruddy gore,  
His sharpened tusks shall spoil no more  
(As it was wont to do before)  
Arcadia, which in antique days  
Did warble out her well-tuned Lays,  
And sing loves on her oaten reed,  
Whilst her secure flocks did feed.   

4.  
The Centaur thou subdu'st by force,  
Half like a man, half like a horse.   

5.  
Swifter than wind you ran, or thought,  
On foot a running Stag you caught.   

6.  
Rapacious bird Stymphalide,  
Were made a prey to death by thee.   

7.  
Thou mighty Scavinger wertable  
To cleanse the foul Augean stable,   

8.  
You made a Bull to cross the Main,  
And graze on Neptune's liquid plain.   

9  
And Diomedes fell monster,  
Who made his captives provender  
To his proud pampered steeds, by thy  
Revengeful hand did justly die.   

10.  
False Cacus thou didst crush to death,  
And 'twixt thy arms squeeze out his breath:   

11.  
Cease the adjuring world to tell  
Of thy forced entrance into Hell.  
You swaddled Charon with his oar,  
The triple-headed bandog roar,  
And yell: you Pluto ere you're gone  
Confronted on his jeaty throne.   

12.  
Hesperideses fruit, sweet and gay,  
By thee were stolen, and borne away.  
By Juno's labours you war'nt broke,  
And yet you yielded to love's yoke.   

Thus Love made Hegio to espy  
Sweet Daris Physiognomy,  
And prove close prisoner to that eye,  
Whose frowns make him prepared to die,  
Love wound her too, that we may all  
Keep holiday at their Nuptial.   Exeunt.   

ACTUS 2.  

SCENA 1.  

Hegio.  
Grypus.   

NOw we are both in the same predicament  
Of Passion, we both blessed objects love.  
But through their nicety, and coy disdain,  
We're like Loves cursed abjects both to prove.  
Now, now we Symbolise in egritude,  
And Sympathize in Cupid's malady.  
My drooping head, my deep contracted brow,  
My bloodless cheeks, dead eyes, pale lips, faint tongue,  
Shall strive in each point thine to equalise.  
My heart even now resolved my hasty feet  
Should measure out the over tedious way  
To Daris (whose fair face a garden is,  
In which fresh beauty plants her choicest flowers  
But frozen Winter keeps his risidence.  
It h Domicil ofr Adamantine heart.)  
I thought each weary step to be a mile,  
I thought each pace to be a measured league,  
Until I heard her tender nibbling Lambs  
Imploring with their bleating oratory,  
Some aliment of their indulgent dames.  
At length I spied upon a happy mount.  
My Daris, whom the Sun did gently kiss,  
(Being then mounted in his midday heat.)  
Daris both singing sat, and knitting too.  
As if her nimble fingers sought to keep,  
True tune with her tongue's Music.—   Thus she sung. 

Song.  

I Have a Sunne-burnt Pilgrim seen  
That dry hath been,  
Hasting unto the Crystal Springs,  
Where down he flings  
His prostrate body, then he'll be  
With bended knee  
A Votary  
Unto the flowing Deity.   

2.  
But when his sweeting face is drenched  
And thirst be quenched  
In her cool waves, than this his sweet  
With saucy feet  
He kicks, and from the slighted place  
Soon moves his pace,  
And court no more  
The silver Nymph so loved before.   

3.  
So Io was with foul scorn wasted,  
When once tasted  
By the injurious ravisher  
Great Jupiter,  
Who first with prayers did invade  
The credulous Maid;  
After the rape  
He plagued her with a brutish shape.   

4.  
Kind Maiden Goddess by thy skill  
Protect, and still  
Let nets of passions finest thread  
Never thee spread,  
Nor snaring Poems proffer, d be  
T'intangle me.  
For they endure  
For their reward a Calenture.   

5.  
That fond prove too kind to cure  
Love's disease.— I'd rather sure  
That my fond Lover still should pine  
Then that his won cheek should assign,  
A sempiternal blush to mine.  
Still chaste Diana let me be thine.  
I'll vow allegiance at thy shrine,  
No Nuptial bands shall me combine.    

Whilst thus she sung, the winds grew whist, the wild  
Incensed Bears, and Panthers proved mild,  
Amazed I a fixed tree did prove,  
But wonder blasted trees did dance, and move,  
Each bends his palsy tops to worship her,  
And turn obsequious Idolater,  
Her Lyric airs enticed the ravished choir  
Of birds to come, which (being come) admire.  
The scaly fish to hear her voice did lay  
Upon the water's top, and frisk, and play.  
Ere while I fond thought love could convey  
(Although he's deified) no other way,  
But through the gazing eyes, into the heart  
His love-infected, keen and fatal dart,  
But whilst I heard this smooth-tongued Siren sing  
On the harmonious aier-deviding wing  
Of her sweet voice, it plainly did appear,  
That subtle love could enter at the ear.  
Long time I stood amazed, at length vowed I  
To live by her propitious smiles, or die  
By rigorous frowns shot from her awful eye.  
I sad for nuptial love, she straight denied,  
I plead affection, by she replied  
(Disdainfully) denials, and left me  
An abject unto love and misery.   Gripus. 

Even now anatomised by groans and sighs,  
Almost interred and buried in woe,  
To Mira's pastures I resolved to go,  
The sheep and lamkins with rich fleeces loaden,  
Became my spokesmen, and with bleating noise  
Pleaded at Mira's bar for my admission.  
She mounted sat upon a happy hillock.  
Clad in the verdant plush of Madam Nature,  
In twisted braids of silver Lilies knitting,  
The loose train of her amber dropping hair.  
Phoebus' my rival proved, and would my fair,  
He grazed upon her coral lips, and bathed  
Himself in balmy juice of fervent kisses.  
He seized the rosebuds in the spicy beds  
Of her delicious cheeks, whilst thus she sung.   

Song.  

men's loves like tinder set on fire  
Flame, and expire.  
Fond love doth fails  
With brittle beauty. beauty's frail  
Like Junes rain, or December's Sun  
'Tis quickly dene.  
Or like to the Solsticiall flower,  
It buds and withers in an hour.   

2.  
Caelia's locks so aptly twined,  
Each hair would bind  
Olympic Jove,  
I● a strong twisted net of love,  
If to descend down he assumes  
His Eagles plumes,  
These hairs will change their hue, and grow  
Hoary and cold, as melting snow.   

3.  
Like to a comely field of Snow  
Now shows her brow,  
Ruts shall betray  
Ere long, and wrinkles deep display,  
Times plough have furrowed her brow.  
An Ice shall flow  
Through every vein, she shall descry  
Pale Death displayed in her dim eye.   

4.  
Each beam shot from her eye so grey  
Creates the day,  
That eye oft made  
By winks, the noonday Sun a shade.  
Now it is youthful Cupid's nest,  
'Tis at the best.  
For it will prove his grave, and be  
Eclipsed in obscurity.   

5.  
Of flowers both the King and Queen  
In'r cheeks are seen  
By graces led  
Thither, and laid in nuptial bed  
On whom sips like Nymphs do wait  
In regal state.  
They blush and redder grow, by this  
That they themselves, themselves still kiss.   

6.  
No Lily shall be found, or Rose  
In cheek, chin, nose,  
When age grows on  
And beauties Summer time be done,  
As Swallows seek when Summers gone  
Some warmer Sun.  
So will disloyal Lovers all  
Which now fond Celia servants call.    
But why should I say if? 'tis sure enough  
Each Shepherd now is tuning of his pipe  
To warble your Epithalamians.  Mira. 
Then let them turn them into Elegies  
And Epicediums for Gripus death.  Daris. 
And let the Shepherdesses wove a wreath  
Of Willows to encircle Hegio's brows.  
Here comes our Parents.  Tyndarus. 
These fair maids, I hope.  
Are counselling each other to prove kind,  
And pity their distressed lovers.  Daris. 
Lovers,  
Sir, what have we to do with lovers, we  
Have sworn alleageiance at Diana's shrine;  
If we should love, we break the faith we owe  
To Virgin pureness, and our vestal vow.  My. 
Such are like plum-trees that do crooked grow  
o'er standing pools, they laden are, and rich  
With pleasant fruits; but nought but chattering Pies,  
And Crows, and Caterpillars feed upon them.  Tyndarus. 
O fie upon this single life, forgo it,  
We read how Daphne for her peevish flight,  
Became a fruitless Bay-tree, Syrinx's turned  
To a pale empty Reed, Anaxarite  
Was frozen into Marble, whereas those,  
Which married, or proved kind unto their friends,  
Were by a gracious influence transformed  
Into the Olive, Pomegranet, Mulberry,  
Became Flowers, precious Stones, or eminent Stars.  Dip. 
Imprudent girls, why should we women prove  
Sore tortures, and disturbances to men,  
If we be foul we're odious and loathed.  Theft. 
And such unkind girls as these are, if fair,  
Are like rich vessels full of poisonous drugs,  
Or like black Serpents armed with golden scales.  Mira. 
Cease to persuade, for Gripus name and death  
Have both one sound in my esteem, that tongue  
Which warble forth the one, do chant the other.  Daris. 
That direful sound, that most disastrous knell  
Attendeth Hegio's name, and ever will.  Tynd. 
Rare grace, and comely feature both are joined  
In you, as if they both cospired to make  
Two parragons, which should excel each other.  
Shall common beauties then, and meaner faces  
Enjoy these joys, which yourselves deny  
Unto yourselves, no let your gentle hearts  
Embrace the sweets due to so fair deserts,  
Your lovely features were bestowed on you  
By liberal nature for to be enjoyed;  
And 'twere a sin where she have been so free lovers sides,  
Of her best graces, to be niggardly.  Micon. 
Wound not yourselves through your poor  
Starve not yourselves to make them pine away,  
Be kind unto yourselves, if not to them.  Dipsas. 
Use time, the squabbling Snake with age o'erworn  
Casts off her hide, and reassumes a new.  
The towering Eagle change her aged plumes,  
The fading Rose (the glory of the Spring)  
Receive an annual birth from the sharp briar,  
Be wise, and crop in time your beauty's flowers,  
They ne'er spring more, being faded once, like ours.  Thest. 
Use time, no lovers will crowd to impart  
Their thriving suits to your age deafened ears,  
Choose constant lovers than whilst that you may,  
Such as love for a like-long-age, not days,  
Your beauty's frail, and soon will bud, and wither,  Mir. 
With beauty love will bloom, & blow together.  Daris. 
Beauty and love are like the coupled twins  
Of wise Hipocrates, who both at once  
Received birth, and nutriment, and death.  Mira. 
He ne'er shall crop my youthful beauty's flower  
That i'll cease to love, when beauty begins to lower.  Exeunt.  

SCEN. 3.  

Gripus.  
Hegio   Gripus. 
OF late I did (not brooking a denial)  
Renew my suit, attempt a further trial,  
Entreat, conjure, I left no way untried  
I must not, no I would not be denied.  
This was my resolution, but she  
The obdurate portal of whose Marble heart  
Was locked, and barred against the powerful art  
Of oft repeated tears, or far fetched sighs,  
Or deep, and heart-bred groans, stood deaf, and dumb  
She must not, no she would not be o'er come.  Hegio. 
I never move her, but my hopeless trial  
Always read Hieroglypicks of denial.  Gripus. 
Still le's proceed, who knows we may prevail,  
Let not our best advised endeavours fail,  
To be employed, le's make a further trial,  
And fairly speed or find a foul denial.  Exeunt.  

CEN. 4.  Chorus of Fairs 
SOme love, and have their loves rewarded  
Some love, and are no whit regarded,  
Some woe and speed, some woe and be  
Rejected for their loyalty,  
This tyrant love compared may be  
To th' Macedonian deity  
Whose looks seemed sometimes to disdain  
This Champion, or that again,  
It would cast amorous glances forth  
Applauding to his mighty worth.  
No torture, no affliction  
Like to true love's passion,  
This made Sophocles wish his foe  
Might only be tormented so.  Exeunt. 
Finis Act. 2d.    

ACTUS 2.  

SCENA 1.  

Hegio.  
Gripus.   Hegio. 
Exiled from mirth I wander up and down,  
Galled with loves tyrannous torment, Io Ily,  
Enthralled, and bound in Cupid's golden chains,  
Perplexed with woe, my feature all is blurred  
And changed, and I am Metamorphosed.  Gripus. 
I am transformed too, O how hath passion  
Thrust all my thoughts, and senses out of fashion.  Hegio. 
My head of late was thatched with yellow straw  
Now it is perriwiged with Winter's grey.  Gripus. 
My front as smooth as Ivory while ere  
Now bears deep furrows, made by sorrow's plough,  
In which the seeds of woe are scattered.  Hegio. 
My eyes are Lands, they're girt round about  
With troubled Oceans, and tides of tears.  Gripus. 
I spend those tears whose store will ne'er be spent,  
Yet shall I want tears, before cause of them.  
My Mira score not up my cares, and fears,  
Nor keep a Catalogue of my sad tears.  Hegio. 
Quotidian fevers of reproach and scorue,  
Have chilled the vigour of my wounded heart,  
Yet by the scorching rays of Daris eyes,  
It still is ignified and glows, and flames,  
O Daris let the showers of thy love  
Assuage the glowing fire of my passion.  Gripus. 
If I should put to Sea and boldly plough  
The glassy face of Neptune, love would be  
My Pilot. If perchance I walk abroad  
For recreation, my companion  
Is love, the fruitless love, of coy Mira.  Hegio 
When the soft charms of labour chase sleep  
Seize with their downy wings upon my eyes,  
When heavy Morpheus with his leaden keys  
Close up my watchful senses, love's my pillow.  Grip. 
Me thinks the gentle gales of winds that move  
The trembling boughs, and through their palsy leaves,  
Breath music, whisper Mira's name to me.  Hegio. 
Me thinks the notes of all the chirping birds  
Are changed, and warble nought but Daris name.  Grip. 
Me thinks that Echo which do always speak  
In answer to my sighs, say Mica's coy.  
'tis true, Diana hath more Nymphs than one  
In store, but no fruit else will please my taste,  
But what Hesperides garden brought forth,  
No colour please my eye but that which was  
Stained by the fish Maurieticall,  
And none but Mira can my fancy move.  
O Mira that my heart were flint like thine,  
Or thine were soft, and pliable, like mine.  Hegio. 
The birds wander in the flowery fields  
In the wild benefit of nature, live  
Happier than we; for they may choose their mates,  
And carol their sweet pleasures to the Spring,  
Now you would surfeit him with happiness,  
Now you would throw his Mistress Julio's arms,  
You'd have her struck too, that she sick might be  
No more of coyness or unconstancy.  Venus. 
The Eagle scorns to stoop unto a Fly,  
The Regal Lion doth refuse to pray  
On him that prostrate lies, and will you prove  
More cruel than these be? Then Poets pens  
Shall Satyrs drop, and paint out thy disgrace,  
Thy childhood, nakedness, and hood winked face,  
Prove kind, and every tongue shall carol forth,  
And chant in amorous lines thy lasting praise.  Cupid, he shoots. 
Yield (gentle girls) to love, now each go rest,  
Her amorous heart in her true lover's breast.   

SCEN. 3.  

Gripus.  
Hegio.  
Echo.   Grip. 
Launch forth sad soul into an Ocean  
Of tears, driven by the blustering gales of sighs,  
To find the Haven, and seek safe harbour out,  
But stay a while, I think I'd need provide  
Some other Pilot for to steer and guide  
Thy balanced bulk, besides sorrow, and grief,  
For these I fear will strike, and split o'th' sands,  
Wanting a Compass in their quavering hands.  
How ere thouart like to leak, and sink i'th' waves,  
Ith' raging Waves of sad despair, if so  
Thy sails and tackle thou to flames mayst tnrn  
Cast overboard thy hope, thy carcase burn.  
My grief's a boundless Sea that knows no Shore.  Hegio. 
O that I were a Basilisk that I  
Might venom Daris, or unvenomed dye.  
To some tenebrious dungeon let us high  
Where never day shall be acquainted with us,  
Where we'll remain still in obscurity.  
Cursing our fat●s, and never more behold  
Sols radiant and splendidious rays; and hear  
The melancholy Owl Nictimine,  
(The chiefest friend of solitariness)  
The sullen Dogs, the imitating Apes,  
Shall still converse with us, and such dumb things,  
To whom nature denies use to sound our names,  
Our griefs to blab, or fames to damnify.  Echo. 
Fie,  Hegio. 
We wish for death, we live without all hope,  Echo. 
Hope.  Gripus. 
Hope's t'obtain our loves their are none,  Echo. 
One.  Hegio. 
'tis bootless to try again,  Echo. 
Try again.  Gripus. 
Say, shall we then obtain reciprocal love?  Echo. 
Love.  Hegio. 
Shall we assuredly  
Upon a babbling Echoes voice rely?  
Alas, he fond prates, shall we believe't?  Echo. 
Believe't.  Gripus. 
We will; and as thy tale prove true,  
So will we credit Echoes.  Echo. 
Credit Echo.  Hegio. 
Now as a well is hotter, when the ground  
Wear Winter's hoary mantle, then when as  
Earth decking Flora doth invest the graft  
In Summer's tapestry, and Junes parliament robes  
By an Antiperistasin, or by  
The cirumambient airs humidity,  
Which in a manner do besiege it round,  
And make th'intrinsic heat unite, and so  
Concentre to resist th'invading foe:  
So let their coyness set an edge on us,  
And cuspidat our animosities.  
Tu ne cede malis, sed contra audentior ito,  
Yield not to ev'les, but against them stoutlier go.  Exeunt.  

SCENA 4.  

Flambio.  
Agroicus.   Flam. 
How happy am I in my bud of youth?  
The blossom of my nonage is not blown,  
Nor do the strength of nature (yet) begin  
To uneffeminate my downy cheek.  
I place no happiness in women's smiles,  
Nor torture in their ill-becomming frowues,  
My heart is shot-free (yet) nor doth it lie  
in the fair casket of a Females eye,  
But hail Agroicus, what think'st of love.  Agroicus. 
In good sooth, I know not how to divine it, or give an extract diminution of it, but as I deceive, it's very nocent, and almost omninocent, where it gits the upper hand.  
Love and the botts have killed many an old horse, my Grandam told me that.  
And I have heard an old blancient boet say that Megander swum through Hell to his Hero, I think he was a Goose to do so; And yet my Son Tom did more the another's day, he leapt over a high wall, and waded through a deep moat past his depth, to get to Margery.  
As I came up at the butt londs end, I met him in that case, but O, how did I bemire, and wonder, to see his new slop and all his clothes bejeered with the mud of the pond he ran through.  
The old Boet I bominated before, said, That when folk fell in love, a blind naked boy, he called him Stupid, shot them, 'Twas he shot my Son Tom, by the Maskins I would give the best cow in my yard, to find out this rascal Stupid, and I would thrash him, as I did the Hen last Shrove-tuesday.  Exeunt.  

SCENA 5.  

Gripus.  
Hegio.  
Hymen.   Gripus. 
Like as a guilty prisoner, upon whom  
Offended Justice lately past her doom,  
Drags his sad Irons from the loathed jail,  
(Hopeless to live) unto the cursed tree  
Where he stands muffled (but an inch from death)  
His last prayer said, and hearts confession made;  
At last (unlooked for) come a slow reprieve.  
And gives the wretch some few days more to live.  
Now he (lost in amazement) boldly rends  
Death's muffler from his eyes, and scarcely knows  
(Being overjoyed) whether he lives or dies:  
Even so joy whose life is quit from death,  
And despair, by Mira's propitious smiles,  
Now begins t'approach my Festival, and rest,  
I've chaste dull sorrow from my pensive breast.  Hegio. 
Thanks gentle Echo for thy sweet direction,  
Thanks gentle Juno for thy kind protection,  
Daris is won, Hence loathed Melancholy,  
A●…t, avaunt from hence thou Snake-haired Devil,  
Thou ●ollow-eyde monster full fraught with evil,  
Hence, to the Abysle below, thy way imb●…,  
For that's thy Mansion, thy proper place.  
The gulf that wants a bottom, there mayst dwell,  
And preside o'er the counsel of dark hell,  
Enthroned in Radamanthus' seat mayst reign  
Among the C●cod●mons, ne'er again  
A●cen● to cast thy influence o'er my brain.  Hymen. 
You that in this unfortunate age of love,  
This hapless time of of Cupid's tyranny,  
Have felt the worst that winged wag could do  
Now banish sorrow, henceforth you shall be  
So happy as to think no wight is wretched,  
Or that there is a thing called misery.  
What pleasures Poets fame of after death,  
In the Elysian a●busted groves,  
Shall spread themselves 'fore you, as if you were  
Tenants, or Farmers of those blessed shades,  
It shall be a perpetual Spring, where you  
Inhabit, all disastrous dews, and blasts  
Shall strangers to your happy pastures be.  
Come follow me, this my well-lighted flame  
Shall light you unto Ceres Tempell, where  
(Expecting you) they Nuptial garlands wear,  
That hold your hearts ●nain'd in their golden hair  Exeunt.  

SCEN. 6.  Chorus of Fairy's. 

Ring out ye Crystal Spheres,  
Once bless our listening ears,  
Let your sweet silver chime  
(Keeping harmonious time)  
Carol forth your loud lays  
In the winged wantoness praise.  
Mab thou Majestic Queen  
Of Fairies, be thou seen  
To keep this holiday,  
Whilst we dance and play,  
And frisk it as we go  
O'th' light fantastic toe.  
The Satyrs and the Fawns  
Shall nimbly cross the Lawns,  
O'er tawny sands, and shelves,  
Trip it ye dapper Elves,  
Dance by the fountain brim  
Nymphs decked with Daisies trim,   

Come Lovers all in rows,  
With your blithe and jolly brows,  
With flowery chaplets crowned,  
Come Lovers walk a round  
This Village, Venus say,  
Annually this day  
Her Son's triumphs shall be,  
Lovers express your glee.   Exeunt cantantes.   


Epilogue.  Flambio. 
Our Lovers now find in their strict embraces  
The true Elysium, (the best of places,)  
Their joys are full, they nothing want at all,  
But your acceptance of their Pastoral.  
FINIS.    
BY that time this pastime was past, it was past time, to keep their drowsy eyes any longer waking, who by this time, solicited them to commend themselves to the elder Brother of death, but upon the approaching of the next Aurora, before the welkin had fully put aside the sable vizard of the night, before the stars were covered, and the earth discovered by the Sun, Philispis (accompanied with a troop of Knights of such renown, and transcendent worth, as future times must out of duty owe them the debt of an honourable memory) came to celebrate his nuptials with the Lady Julia.  
Now every busy Virgin is preparing costly jewels to adorn the Bride. every willing hand is providing ornaments to deck her. Rare beauty and well becoming grace damaskt her rosy cheeks, her glorious eyes did spark and rutilate, and eject rays, her pace was careless, her deportment neglected, seeming to discover an amorists passions. She was led by Flaminius to the Chapel of the Castle; Flora did weave the violets into a purple rug, to spread her paths with. Cardinal de Rechileu tied that Cordian knot which sempiternally conjoined these Amorists.  
Having paid the duty they owed to their stomaches, for the greater magnificence of the solemnisation a ju●●ing was held in the presence of Phylispis, and Julia, who now knew no other sphere besides joy to move in. The first that entered the lists was Flaminius, the first that encountered him was Mendorus, who though he was a Knight whose heroic deeds of chivalry, neither time can wear out of memory, neither death himself by any means dissolve) was forced at the first meeting to make a pillow of his Palfreys croop.  
The second that came against Flaminius, was Plitilius, in whose acts there is truth enough to make him famous, besides that which is fabulous, when these two sons of valour, (whose lightfooted steeds ran as if they had been begotten by the wind, and ballassed with quick silver) met, breaking their knotty spears even to their gauntlets, they seemed to have dimmed the air with the dispersed splinters of their shivered lances, whilst they passed by each other, not without evident tokens of their approved prowess encharacterized upon their razed gorgets, the next time Flaminius encountered him with so much force, as he enforced him to leave his saddle.  
Our Champion next Antagonist was Alsus, a man of a haughty courage, and of grand experience in Military affairs, he bore for his device upon his shield, fickle fortunes whirling wheel; but this angry goddess placed him in the lower spokes, for he was soon sent with his heels upward to company his fellows.  
Flaminius' still continued unhorsing his unabiding enemies, till the declining lamp of light did triple each shadow, and Titan's fiery chariot horses defatigated with their tedious race, were retired to drench themselves in their hospitable salt bath, for the refreshing of their sweeting members; at which time he left the lists, having renowned Victory for his handmaid, and the trophies of the day adorning his crest.  
We may better imagine, then describe the rest of the entertainment, only thus much, when the chorus of their dreams were ready to step upon the theatre of the imagination, the overwearied creatures of the world inclining to repose, being now surveyed by the Pale Lady of the night, the princely company there present attended Philispis and Julia to their Amphithalame, where one of the Actors of the precedent pastoral warbled worth this Epithalamium.  

Epithalamium.  
Mirth and nuptial joys betid  
Th' happy Bridegroom and fair Bride,  
Sol have quenched his glowing beam  
In the cool Atlantic stream,  
Now their shines no tell-tale sun  
Hymen's rites are to be done,  
Now Loves revels begin to keep,  
What have you to do with sleep?  
You have sweeter sweets to prove,  
Lovely Venus wakes, and love,  
Goddess of Nocturnal sport  
Always keep thy jocund court  
In this loving couples arms  
(O that my prayers might prove charms.)  
Goddess of the marriage feast  
Here approach at our request  
Saturnia, whose car I saw  
A harnessed team of Peacocks draw  
Fiercely through the fleeting sky,  
wherein sat thy majesty,  
On thee did an Host attend  
Of bright goddesses, descend  
From that chariot, and bless  
Julia's womb with fruitfulness,  
Make her, when 9 Months be run  
Mother of a lovely son,  
Let every year the Queen of love  
Her new filled cradle rock, and move.  
Mirth and Nuptial joys betid  
The happy Bridegroom, and fair Bride.   
This Song being ended, they took away their candle, and wished them good night.  
Soon after the nimble hours had yoked Piroeis, Aethon, Eous, and Phlegon, the fire-breathing Palfreys of Apollo, and their master Phoebus leaving the Seagreen bed of his watery Lover, had with his golden Chariot made a swift passage through the ribs of the deep, and saluted him at his Chamber window, Flaminius' arose to take his leave of this glorious assembly, than he returned to Poyssy, and by degrees visited all France, passed through the meridian of the slow paced Spain, and drunken Germany, with the most part of those united Provinces, which are plucked out of the jaws of Neptune, and after three years' space he returned home to Naples, whose happy return we heartily congratulate in these rhymes.  

〈◊〉 the low lowing Bull, the sharp-tusked Boar,  
(Besmeared with Adonis' ruddy gore.)  
And frisking Lambs, and with their bloods bestow  
A 〈◊〉 〈◊〉, coral ●…cture on the brow  
Of froth becurled Neptune, le's arise,  
And to the careful Sea-gods sacrifice.  
Let grateful Aromatic odours burn,  
Let pious incense smoke, for the return  
Of Great Flaminius, in whom abide  
More Art, then raised Athens to her pride,  
More civil Ethics he contain, then may  
Well moralise all savage India.  
Dance nimbly Ladies, beat the measured ground  
With your light feet, in a fantastic round,  
Lads jointly join your hands, whilst y'are to greet  
Flaminius, we'll join our measured feet.    

THE SECOND BOOK Of the CYPRIAN ACADEMY.  
AS the Sea (that great Regiment of waters) cannot be quartered in the cloister of a slender nut, no, neither could the mind of the most renowned, and most worthy to be most renowned Flaminius be included or reclused in that small local compass which circumscribed his body, but it continually made its transcursians and progresses abroad, to find out and enjoy knowledge (its most optable object) though under remote regions, he was willing once more to leave his indulgent parents (whose lives were bound up in his welfare) and his selfe-sufficient country (though we esteem it difficient without him) that he might ratify his judgement, and enrich his head with variety of knowledge, and leave fame for a patrimony to his posterity.  
Now the Sailors have drunk their parting cups, vocat jam carbasus auras; Now Flaminius is ready to steer his course towards the white forest the land of fortune Albion, we will usher him to his ship with this vale,  

Farewell Flaminius, so smoothly sweep  
The glassy face of the becalmed deep,  
Divide the streams, let thy guilt brag out brave  
The prouder billows, cleave each yielding wave,  
Outstrip the tide, and with your painted oars  
Stout Sailors, glide along the moving shores.  
Kind Neptune claim the winds, let not them jar  
Commencing with the bubbling tide, a war.   
Now the spreading sails are hoisted up, now the Anchors are weighed, and the wind also the part of a dutiful and observant servingman, waiting just behind him, and filling the swelling caves with prosperous gales, the cloth swelled and grew proud of Flaminius' presence, and the sea danced to receive him, and the wind sweetly kissed the waters whispering new joys to enriched Thetis, who had now quite forgotten to be colerick wished she bore Flaminius, he soon left the lessened land behind him and gentle Neptune afforded him such a favourable transmarian voyage, as he with more than ordinary celerity discovered Dover, where he landed but not lazed, for he no sooner left admiring at the laudable beauty of the Island, (which was then fluorishing, encoying a well settled and a happy peace under an unusurped Government) but he repaired to the Metropolitan City, Albion's imperial chamber, Troy-novant.  

Rich Britain's unexchausted treasury,  
Illustrious England's large Epitome,  
By liberal nature stored with what belong  
To state, for beauty brave, for warfare strong,  
Refulgent Titan who surveigheth all  
Structures contained in the massy ball  
ne'er saw the like— As Cypres-trees excels  
The humble shrub in loftiness and smell:  
As fairest Lilies, clad in hoary plush  
Exceed the fruitless, withered bramble bush:  
As the springs glory (the red Rose) exceed  
In beauty, and in sent, the foulest weeed:  
Or as the fertile tree whose Laden boughs  
With varnish pride crownes jolly Autumn's brows  
Transcend the Idle shrub: so you in worth  
Surpass the edifices of the earth.  
As Caesar's courts surmount Amyntas cells:  
So neighbouring republics yours excels.  
The Silver Thames whose bed have always been  
Made at thy feet, of rivers is the Queen,  
Her Barges standing in even placed rows  
Like to a watery wilderness she shows.  
The Nerean goddess twice each natural day  
Comes fourscore thousand paces off to pay  
The tribute, whom precedent times did call  
Great Troy-novant polyanthropicall,  
Ring out Bow bells, proclaim your joys aloud,  
People embrace the smothering throng and crowd,  
To view Flaminius, Euphrosyne  
Right goddess of free mirth come lead with the  
The frolic mountain Nymph fair liberty.  
Attended on by youthful ●ollity,  
And let your bonfires smoke asspire so high.  
As if you meant with earth to sing the sky.  
Let sweet Bellonius music, and the voice  
Of Cannons sing (in a loud base) your joys.   
In this City his eyes made his mind know what power heavenly beauty had to throw it down to hellish agonies, he spied the beauteous Clorinda walking in a chequered garden among those flowers which contended for breauty to recreate her, and were ambitious which should be fairest because just like to her, who was thrice fairer than the fairest, Flaminious steps could find no further ground, but here he cast anchor, and became enamoured of Clorinda, A Lady every way as rarely accomplished with virtues becoming a woman, as he was with graces adorning a man, she was borne in the metropolitan of beauty's dominion, in complexion a pure sanguine, in condition a perfect Saint, either her exterior feature, or inferior faculties did captivate all beholders, for virtue took as much pains to adorn the one, as nature did to complete the other.  

Ut Solin Coelis; ut Lux in sole videtur:  
Uirtus in vultu sic habitare suo,  
Spectator quicunque venit, discedit amator  
Aut illum virtus, aut sua forma capit. 

As Sol in heaven, as light in Sol abide:  
So virtue in Clorindadoe reside,  
Who comes to view her ere he goes will love,  
Her virtue, or her beauty will him move.     
As the Tartarian plant Boxaneth grows up in the visible form of a Lamb, and insensibly eats up all the grass round about it, so did she by an intrinsique kind of magic subjugated all hearts to her eyes. There wanted nothing in this Angel, that nature might add for perfection, or fortune bestow for wealth, or that the Gods at any time confer upon mortals, the greatest reritie that the world could show was her beauty, though the least thing that might be encomionized in her was her beauty.  
B●en que le corps soit bean ●ame est encore plus belle, her fair body was but a fair Inn of a far fairer guest within, an excellent Cabinet of an incomperable jewel, the gifts of her mind did as far transcend the perfection of her face, as that did the beauty of the rest of the Ladies of the court, among whom she showed like a silver dove trooping with rows, or like Cynthia among the lesser stars, or like the discoloured tulip among weeds or like Jo among the rest of Argus herd. In a word let the curious hand of art extract from all virtues and graces an Elixir, or perfect quintessence of perfection & it will appear but the picture of her; for to fill this treatise with eulogies of her, were to put Hercules' shoe upon an Infant's foot, to clap Bucephalus saddle upon a Spanish Ginnet, or lay Atlas' burden upon a child's shoulders, or to empty the sea into a pond.  
One look of this Paragon of the terrestrial paradise struck Flaminius into a fever, and fired him with her love, the exorbitant flames whereof he could neither suppress, nor conceal. 
— Quis enim celaverit ignem  
Lumine qui semper proditur ipse suo. 

Who can the ardent fire of Love conceal?  
Which by its own light doth itself reveal.     
To this end the Poets painted Minerva the Hieroglyphic of wisdom vailed, to signify that wisdom may be covered, and reclused, but Cupid the character of affection they portraitured naked, to insinuate that Love is not to be over canopied, but these are the petulancies of Poets.  
To our task, his passions cannot be written of me with out floods of tears, (which would wet the paper, and obliterate the relation) nor read of you without grief: he observed the place of her recreation, where she would walk alone, and thither would be repair, esteeming the place happy, yea, and holy too, which had contained so sovereign a beauty, one night among the rest in a sad fit of Passion, (as if his soul had been gone upon some errand, and left his corpse in a pawn till its return,) he gave way to his imaginations to ruminate upon that which permitted him not to sleep, and these, or such like were his meditations, Alas Flaminius, what magic, what pyromancy, what enchantment is enshrined in the ankles of Clorinda's eyes that have this influence upon the heart? why shouldst thou annihilate thyself, & pine, and die for beauty, a guilded nothing, a rose can show more vermilion than a Lady's cheek, a Lily boast a richer white than her hand, alas a wife is but a fair affliction, 'tis true the disease of love is impatient, the desire extreme, whose assaults the wise can neither oppugn by policy, or the valiant by prowess; it's the epidemical egritude of mortals, and the best malady in the world when it infects two together, but herein consists thy infelicity in affecting a Lady whom thou art no more like to obtain then the Wolf to drink up the Moon, or the Giants to dismount Jupiter.  
Thinkest thou that thou art caught alone with the bait of her Atheriall beauty, can an old he goat be without a beard, a lewd usurer without full bags, a Venus without a temple, or a fair Lady without a Lover.  
Can the Albion court afford never a votary to thy Saint.  

— Quae ditissima forma  
Mille procis placuit—  
Whose feature thousands do invite  
To admire, and delight.   
Will the Partridge let the ripe ears of corn stand for the sparrow, will the cat let the crumbs lie for the Mouse, or English Lords bequeath beauty to an Italian; no no, expire rather with a private scar then public shame, if thy Lady never loved any she will not know how to affect thee, if any, she will not leave them for thee. But courage Flaminius. 
— Timidi nunquam statuere tropheam.  
covard aimant n'ent ou ny ' aura beile amye.   
Faint heart never won fair Lady, will you then loose the day before you begin the battle, will you conclude yourself conquered before the conflict, will you cast down your shield before your sword break, Mastiffs fawn when they are fed, Tiger's stoop when they be tickled, Bucephalus will prostrate himself to be carried, and women yield when they be courted, cast anchor here then Flaminius, what needst thou, 
— Per saxa per Ignes. 

By Scylla and Charybdis, sea, and land,  
By Rocks, and shelves, heaps of moving sands,     
Run to rifle the Eastern shore, when thou mayst behold far more precious diamonds in her eyes, why shouldst thou, 
Per varios casus, per tot discrimina rerum. 

By Marine toils  
And Martial broils.     
Steer thy course to Tyre for purple when thou mayst find fresher in her ruddy cheek.  
To what end shouldst thou dig Peru for that Ore which thou shalt find excelled by her golden hair, why shouldst thou ransack the rocky Licilian Sea for Coral, when thou mayst enjoy it on her ruby lips? why shouldst thou seek for Ivory in Africa when thou mayst find it upon her hands? what needst thou toil in India for gums when she can breathe a more redolent Diapasma? or run to Arabia to hear the Phoenix sing when her voice makes a far more melodious Diapason?  
Flaminius had of his acquaintance Grisonus an Italian who became his spokesman to Diaphoro (his Lady's Guardian) to obtain for him admission in this manner.  
Diaphoro, the intimacy that hath been always between us since the first taste of our acquaintance, have embouldened me in behalf of a noble Lord of my own country, to solicit your council and assistance in a business of grand importance: his name is Flaminius of whose person virtue herself is proud of so great patrimony, & of so comely personage, that it is dubitable whether he be more indebted to nature for the lineaments of his person, or to Fortune for the increase of his possessions, he is of a quick inventive and penetrating capacity, without spot of morosity, or colour, he is aliquis in omnibus, fraught with all kind of scientifical knowledge, if you ask what countryman he is? I may rather say, what country man is he not? he is Cives mund●, a Citizen of the world, having with the sun (his fellow traveller) surveyed most of habitable and hospitable regions, & in his travels being arrived in this happy kingdom, and come to this magnificent City, that powerful deity Love, which have enkindled the hearts of mightiest monarchs with the beautiful lineaments of rosy cheeked Ladies, at this time have manifested its sovereignty over him, who is taken in the snare of Clorinda's love, and fetered with the chain of affection.  
The countless griefs which day and night he endures may be as persuasive orators to move any pitiful nature to favour him, he doubts not of success, had he but access, which if you shall please to procure him, you shall bind together with me to yourself this noble Lord in the most corroborated limits of truest affections.  
Diaphoro replied, Sir, amongst the rest of the Enconiums of your Lord, you might have remembered the soundness of judgement, which I perceive and applaud in his choice of Clorinda, a Lady adorned with singular beauty and chastity, excelling in the one Venus, in the other Uesta. Zeuxis, having before him fifty of the most eminent beauties of Sparta to include all their perfections in the simulachre of one amiable Venus, said that fifty more of more excellent beauty than those would not administer sufficient beauty to shadow the goddess of beauty by; in the like manner it fareth with me, who despair by art to shadow Clorinda (to whom the rest of her sex serve but as foils) or by imagination to comprehend her. I may say, and that without a solecism that truth herself might be her Panegyrist and yet continue naked. If I do any acceptable service to Flaminius that might conduce to his obtaining her, esteem it but the shadow of what I desire to do, in the mean time let me crave your society together with Flaminius at a slender meal at my house at night, not for the cates which you shall find, but for your company which I fancy, what want in cost shall exceed in courtesy, and welcome shall be as great as your cheer little.  
Grisonus (after due thanks returned) departed from Diaphoro to certify Flaminius his friendship, who now called upon Phoebus to whip on his lazy team, and precipitate headlong to the west: which done he repaired to Diophoro's house, where we will cover with a veil of silence the entertainment (which was royal) though Flaminius' best dish was the beauty of Clorinda, and Clorinda's the personage of Flaminius, so that they were both caught in one net, and both struck with the same dart, & before Phoebus was ten times brought a-bed, their souls were knit in an entire union, and their hearts lodged in either's breast, but O the Remora's, and obstacles that obvaricate a lover's progress, O the tri●tfull casualties, the dolorous accidents, the s●d contingencies that wait upon an amorist, for no sooner was loves sacred jubilee proclaimed by these new lovers, but a corrival must step in to eclipse their joys.  
The glorious sun exhales the noisome vapours of the earth, and the shining jet draws to it the contemptible straw, and the rare beauty of Clorinda, (that loadstone of love) attracted the heart of Vernar and laid it prostrate at her feet.  
To give a character of Vernar, he would have made a fit standard-bearer for that gigantic troop that bad Jove battle, and besieged the gods.  
He half in despair because of Flaminius and half in hope because of Decia Diaphoro's Lady, (whom he inserted in read letters, in the catalogue of his best friends) took his way to Chelsey to Diaphoro's house, where he found Clorinda sitting in a cool arbour thatched with sucklings, and guarded by the enamoured chirping wood choir, which came thither to adore her (who could show more graces than there be sands in the glass of time,) She sat upon a bank of Lilies which grew pale to see themselves excelled in whiteness by her fair hand, the arbour was lined within with Roses, which blushed themselves into a fresher cornation to assimilate her cheeks, the pavement was of purple violets and other redolent flowers which could boast no sweetness, but what they derived from her, by the entrance of this arbour ran a silver stream which with its bubbling oratory did court the shore to damn up the torrent, that it might stand still to behold Clorinda, but being denied, it went murmuring away. The Nymphs and freshwater Siren's danced, and the aerial spheres laid a side their melodious lutes to listen whilsts Clorinda gave an air to these more charming notes.  

SONG.  

1.  
First shall the Bee abhor the smell of Hybla's fragrant bower,  
And seize her thigh with balm to swell?  
Sucked from each spicy flower.   

2.  
First shall the chastest turtle dove  
Forget to bill, and fly  
From her own mate, and emblem prove of loathed inconstancy.   

3.  
First Pan shall make a loving league betwixt the wolves, and sheep  
First shall the hen her brood bequeath unto the Kite to keep.   

4.  
First shall the huge Levia●han abide i'th' sea no more,  
But come to sport with active man upon the parched shore.   

5.  
First shall the Lion weary be. of solitary woods,  
And skip into the frighted sea to wanton in the floods.   

6.  
First North with South its place shall change  
Orient with West shake hand,  
First steadfast earth shall move, and range, and air fixed stand.   

7.  
First spangled heaven below shall lie and sable hell above,  
Ere unto my Flaminius I false or unconstant prove.   

8.  
First shall my ashes pass the fire and cloistered lie in urn,  
Ere my affections expire or love's flame cease to burn.   

9  
Love with my body shall not end that ne'er shall fail, or fade,  
But shall upon my soul attend into the Sacred shade.    
Her Song ended; Uernar stepped to her and thus spoke,  
Divine Madam, (Divine I call you because like a diefied goddess you monarchize over my affections) the rare Idea of your beauteous portraiture, and supereminent accommodations have so fired my heart, that nothing but your propitious aspect can save me from becomeing loves abject.  
Since every part of you is decked with some particular ornament, your face with etherial beauty, your head with celestial wisdom, your eyes with awful majesty, and lovely lenity, make also your heart the throne of tender pity, being the most excellent raiment, of the most excellent part.  
The lustre of your resplendent eyes have kindled those fires which nothing but the showers of your mercy can mitigate, you have wounded one, you only can heal me, like Achilles his lance you have as well a medicinal as a vulnerating virtue, the knife can as well spread a plaster as make a wound, and you can as well happifie me with your love, as pine me for your good-liking.  
Let not Flaminius (whose life is a mere blank wherein brave actions shall never be inscribed for the militant of posterity) enjoy what I sue for, Let not that straggling stranger, who is enamoured of every new face he beholds, enjoy you the glory of women, of men the only admiration, shall that loathed Issue of his father's loins, that slander of his mother's heavy womb, that rage of honour possess that which love sick-Albion Lords have sued for in vain?  
Modesty made in Clorinda's blushing cheeks, a fresh bed of coral, whilst she heard Flaminius (the mirror of magnanimity and true patron of prowess, and chivallrie, thus reviled, and though these petulant expressions might well have stirred up anger, yet his deportment did rather breed disdain in Clorinda, who thus replied.  
If you knew how much your discourse displeaseth me, and how little it is like to profit you, you would esteem your time as vainly lost in pursuing your task, as I account it over long until you end it, and those flames of affection which you pretend shall sooner burn your heartto a coal, then enkindle mine with a reciprocal ardour.  
Clorinda having given Uernar this bitter pill to swallow left him in despair, and repaired to Diaphoro, and Delia, as she walked the flowers did ambitiously crowd themselves into love-nets to entangle her feet, and kiss them, and detain them prisoners in their amorous stalks, the Daffodils wept when she removed and the Tulip called all its blood into its cheeks to cou●t her, stay, Being come to Diaphoro and Delia, she said,  
As I was shrouding myself in a cool arbour, from the sultry rays of the scorching sun, Vernar (the truest hyerogliphick of in solence) intruded, distilled his lovesick passions into my loathing ears, and so reviled heroic Flaminius, with contemptible provocations as would whet any coward's sword to carve out the revenge of his reputation, Nay had it been spoke of a disceased Hero, the enraged spirit in pity of the ashes so profaned, would nimbly lift up the sweeting marble, and leap into the wronged dust, which being now new animated would become ' its own revenger.  
Diaphoro and Delia answered,  
We grieve that Uernar should say any thing that should produce your displeasure, but doubtless if you would please to bless his suit with your good liking, it would extremely conduce to your friend's contentment.  
Ciorinda coined this reply.  
The torrent of my affections ran in another channel, Alexander would have no man engrave him in precious stone but Pergotales, and I will have my picture imprinted in the heart of no man but Flaminius, the Peacock is a bird for none but Juno, The Dove for none but Uesta, none might wear Venus in a table besides Alexander, nor Pallas in a ring but Ulysses, as there is but Phoenix in the world, so there is but one tree in Arabia called Rasin that she will build in, & as there is but one Clorinda to be heard of, so there is but one Flaminius that she will like of.  
And let the inconvenience of forced watches be demonstrated in this Tragedy which I have oft heard Flaminius relate, (viz,)  
There fled in France some hundred and odd years since one Captain Coucy as gallant a Gentleman as those times afforded, if fortune had been as intentive to augment his possessions, as nature was to complete his person, he was tossed in Cupid's blanket, and became servant to a gentlewoman from whom he received a parity of affection, which news no sooner arrived at her Parents ears, But they (to cross her former intention) huddled up a constrained marriage, between her and one Monsieur Faiel, one whose wealth was more grave and weighty than his wit, and who had rather a mine of gold, than a golden mind, though his purse did gild his infirmities, and his purse compounded for his folly. Captain Coucy (having an army of passions, for his convoy in discontent quitted France, and became a Commander in the wars of Hungary against the Turk, where he received his imnedicable wound not far remote from Buda, being conveyed to his Asylum, he lingered and struggled with death some few days, and not long before he expired, he called to him one of his Ueteran soldiers, and servants, of whose fidelity he had formerly received sufficient evidence, he told him he had a business of grand importance to impart unto him, which he conjured him punctually to perform, which was, that after his soul had left his pined body, he should cause his corpse to be ripped open, and then take his heart out of his breast, and recluse it in an earthen pot, to be baked to powder, then to enclose the powder in a small box together with that bracelet of Madamoisella Failes. hair, which had a long time entwined his left wrist, and with them a note which he had written to her with his own blood, and after he had cloistered his carcase in the bowels of his mother earth, to repair with all expedition to France, and present that box to Madamoisella Faiel's fair hand, This direction led the old Servant by the hand, who having fulfilled the former command (this being the last importunity that he had left to express his duty to his Master) his hasty feet devoured the way to Paris, where coming to do his errand Faiel interrupted his passage, and questioned him because he was assuredly certisied he was Coucy's man, and finding his faltering tongue to let fall some unadvised slips, he and his Servants ransacked him, and interrupted the box with the note which discovered what was therein contained, he dismissed the bearer with threats, and menaces.  
And delivered the powder to his cook, advising him to make a little well relished dish of it, without wasting a dust of it, for it was a dear and precious relic, and and conjured him to serve it in himself after the last course at Supper, which being done Faiel commanded all the waitors to absent themselves and entered into a serious discourse with his wife, how ever sins their nuptials he observed she did indulge too much melancholy, and lest it should bring her into a consumption, he had composed that approved cordial, there upon he importuned her to eat up the whole dish, and after much persuading to declare what it was, he told her she had eaten Coucy's heart, and so drew forth the box; and presented her with the note, and the bracelet, she (lost in amazement) in a suddain exultation of joy, with a deep sigh said, This is a precious cordial indeed, and so licked the dish, affirming It is so precious that its pity ever to put any meat upon it, from this her repast she went to her repose, and as soon as the morning began to draw dew from the fairest greene's to wash her face withal against the approach of her glistering lover, she was found dead in her bead. Worse success attended the inauspicous forced match of Aegyptus 50. Sons to Danaus' Daughters, who all (but one) made their bridal beds stages, whereon they acted their husband's tragedies, what inference may be drawn from all this conference but the inconvenience and misery of compelled marriages, to prevent such sad events my own choice shall procure my good liking; the chariot of the Sun is for Phoebus, not for Phaeton, Sejanus his horse will thrive with none but his Master, nor will the Tolosonian gold enrich Cepio's coffers, none can sound Mercury's pipe but Orpheus, none can unfold the Sphinx his riddle but Oedipus, none but Laertes his offspring can rob Pallas of her Troysaving Palladium, Venus delights to hear none but Mercury, and Clorinda, to love none but Flaminius.  
This her discourse was so full of rapture, that they only began to be sorry when she did end her speech, and wished (in wonder) that she held it less vain glory to talk much, than they did penance to give audience to her dulciloquie.  
But let us return to Uernar.  
Now mischief began to unmask herself, and take a pride to grow terrible, for he (seeing himself slighted) turned his love into loathing, and the heat of his affection into the height of malice, he repaired to, Flaminius' and said.  
Sir, Bombar interposed betwixt Clorinda and yourself and have eclipsed her affection from shining upon you, alas, your Lady plays fast and loose with you, her love is like a Gypsies knot, in one gale she both hoist sailed, & weighed anchor, in one wind she sounded both an alarm, and a parley, pretending nothing more, intending nothing less, then to love you, her tongue is furnished with fawning affection, as a Haberdasher's shop with new fashions, and her heart is stuffed with fraud as an usurers closet with parchment bonds.  
As in Logic there be Aristotelis Periherminias as well as his intricate questions, in the reality of numerus, as in Ethics his magna moralia as well as his Nichomacha, as in music there is a diatessaron, as well as a paralambanominion; as in Geometry there be oblique fines as well as right: an Isoperimetris as well as a dedocathedron, an Isosieles as well as an ambligonium, as in Rhetoric there be Schemes, and tropes, as well as pronunciation: as in Grammar be He●reroclitans, as well as perfect nouns; as in physic be the colon as well a the Arteries: as in Geographie there is a Terra incognita periwiged over with Ptolemies Delphuego, as well as the know parts of the temperate Zone; so in women there be false intentions as well as false conceptions, the herb Moly hath a flower as whit as snow, and a root as black as Ink, so hath Clorinda a fair tongue as false heart, tout ce qui luit n'est pas or, all is not gold that glistereth, thou knowest not what bitter poison I'll in sweet words, aux mots, & non aux mots, il faut juger d'le ' home, a good archer is judged of by his aim, not his arrow, and a true friend known 〈◊〉 by performances not protestations.  
Toute chair n' est pas venaison all flesh is not venison, nor every tale true, strait trees have crooked roots, smooth baits sharp hooks, & a honeyed tongue a heart of gall, the fairer the stone be in the toads head, the more pestilent is the poison in her bowels, and your Ladies talk the more it is seasoned with fine phrases the le●te it favoverth of true meaning, there is nothing more smooth than glass, yet nothing more brittle, nothing more fair than snow yet nothing less firm, nothing more beautiful than a woman yet nothing more fickle.  
Flaminius breaking his long kept silence said,  
I shall never take joy of this life, if I may not enjoy her, for whose sake I joy principally to have life, but to what end is this supposition? if other women be brickle as glasses, my Clorinda stands a rock of Parian marble, firm and sure, the crystal shall be tainted, the Emerlin spotted, and rude feet shall profane the galaxia, Leda's winds shall forsake their orbs, or Serpentarius disert his small fry of twinisling stars, or Lucidelyra detest herself of her refulgent beauty, or Boötes cease to drive on Charles wain, ere I'll harbour dishonourable thoughts of Clorinda, A Titan though curtained with clouds yet in time dissipates the congealed vapours, and gets the victory and dissolves those veils into thinnisse, & so to nothing; so shall Clorinda these aspersions.  
Should you feign the Elephant to choose the Mouse for her companion (which all men know she fears) should you forge the Lion to be delighted with the crowing of a cock, or the load stone to embrace Theamides, or the Bee to build in the tree Alpina, when no man is ignorant but she, (either suspecting it to be venomous, or misliking it because it is so gorgeous) always shun it, who would extol you for a naturalist that affirm things so unnatural, more absurd is it to accuse Clorinda to become Helena, whom she excels as well in beauty as in chastity.  
Now Flaminius (ushered by affection, and attended on by fear) departed from him, and directed his steps towards Chelsey, in the way he met Bombar, Diaphoro's, brother, whom he (misinformed) looked upon with narrow eyes, because he esteemed him ready to enjoy the perfection of his desires.  
But when Flaminius heard how Uernar reviled him, and accused falsely his constant Clorinda, with very anger at his insolence his eyes waxed blood shot, and his forehead was furrowed with so fearful a frown as all the beholders trembled at the terrible aspect of his bunched brow, which notwithstanding was but the shadow of his heart's impatience, choler choked up the mouth of his voices organ, so as he was unable for a time, to render any reply, but as soon as he had recollected himself he sent him this desire, Impious Uernar, Though you have practised villianie from your cradle, and sucked more mischief than milk from your hated dug, & hitherto scaped scot-free, yet now retain a mortal challenge from my arm, which glories to oppugn so foul a cause, I shall expect you in Hide Park, as soon as the clear Aurora be risen out of the arms of Titan that I may see what complexion thy heart bears, and that thy body may be offered up for a breakfast to the Crows by  
Your irreconsileable Antagonist FLAMINIUS'.  
Uernar accepted the challenge and sent this retort,  
More (Impious Flaminius,) not dreading thy menaces I doubt not to carve thy body into steaks, and distribute it to the plumed spectators of thy tragedy, for the world shall sooner want adventures, than the courage to undertake them, who styles himself,  
Your utter enemy UERNAR.  
A little before the time of combat, a Lady called the sage Artimaga came to Flaminius prophesied his victory, and presented him with a strong armour, more gorgeous than the Vulcan framed armour of Aeneas fetched from the Cyclops forge, by the Pampian goddess Cytherea, when she sought for her son's safeguard from the fury of Rutilian Turnus, fight for a Kingdom and his love Lavinia, this armour Clorinda beautified with Locks of her golden hair, which was fastened to his cres●, and obumbrated his Corslet dangling down in small braides, tied up in Lovers knots with silver ribbons, the armour was of a sea-green colour with rocks, and sands of gold, his device upon his shield was the jmages of the chaste and constant Penelope, and his Lady Clorinda in silver, with their hands joined, his impress was. 
Est vunum velle duobus.  
Clorinda and Penelope 

The colums are of constancy.     
The colour of his horse was milk white, but upon his breast and croop he was dap● d with red stains, as when a white Tulip is streaked with red, or a few strawberries scattered in a mess of cream, he was fiery and of a goodly proportioned greatness, his hasty hooves scorned the earth, and he sent proud challenges in his loud dialect to his enemy.  
Now Clorinda, Diaphoro and Belia, Grisonus, Bombar, Artimaga, Florian, Doristo, and others ushered Flaminius' into the field with this song.  

SONG.  

Arms and hon●… thy ●ory  
To thy fame's immor●…y,  
Adverse fortune ever ●y the,  
No disastrous fate come nigh the,  
Prosper still in martial courses  
Prosper still in arts and forces,   

Bright victory  
Attend the nigh,  
Whilst spreading fame  
Resound thy name  
And Blazon forth  
Thy mighty worth.   

Just Astraea whom Poets say  
From wicked earth is fled away,  
And in the bandrike hast thy seat  
To make the Zadiack complete,  
Once more from thy bright throne descend  
Thy own stout Champion to defend,   

Shield him from harm  
Strengthen his arm,  
Kind Mars come down  
And his head crown  
With wreaths of palm,  
Then myrrh, and balm   

Sweet incense, with the Cypress tree,  
And Cassia shall flame to the,  
And Th' Magpie, and the Wolf which be  
Devoted to thy deity,  
Ride on truth's champion, and go  
Assured thy haughty foe,  
Shall fall like Sparrows 'fore a halke  
Thou o'er his spoils shalt boldy walk,   

Bright victory  
Attend the nigh,  
Whilst spreading fame  
Resound thy name  
And Blazon forth  
Thy mighty worth.    
Flaminius waited not long before Uernar appeared gallantly mounted upon a bay brown coursier, full of black spots, his forehead marked with a white star, to which in his whole body there was not any part answerable but the left foot behind, his armour was rich and gorgeous of a sky colour full of stars of gold, he bore in his shield the effigies of Cassandra the prophetical daughter of Priamus in silver, with this word Mentriri non est meum, It's not my part to lie.  
Flaminius (who affected not war, but in cause of necessity, always peace, but with honourable conditions) before he would extort from Uernar a forced confession of injury done to Clorinda, he went about first like a flexanimous Orator to exhort him to it, Should you Sir Uernar accuse Helena of falcifying her conjugal trust, it had been but to tell over a tale that is already told, this accusation had been warrantable by tradition, but to charge Clorinda with inconstancy, nay to think such a thought of her (whose beauty bewray her to be Venus, but that she excel her in chastity, and whose continence speaks her to be Diana, but that she stains her beauty,) were intolerable impudence, to speak such a word flat impiety, and to affirm it with oaths inexpiable injury.  
Or had Nullifidius whom no man will credit reported this it had not been worth my answering, or her regarding, but that you Uernar who was sometimes of her intimate acquaintance (being Deli'as' friend) Though as it is now evident a dissembling Sycophant, for you to relate this, others believe it, she stomaches it, and I'll revenge it, I had better take a blister of a nettle, than a prick of a rose, I am more willing that a Raven should pick out my eyes, than a Turtle pick at them, to die of the food one affecteth not is better than to surfeit of that one delighteth in, I am of Scipi'os' mind who had rather that Hannibal should eat his heart with salt than Laelius grieve it with discurtifie, or of the same with Laelius who chose rather to be slain of the Spaniards then suspected of Scipio, I had rather an enemy should beat me, than a friend belie me, rather that an Antagonist should flay me, than one of acquaintance slander me.  
Uernar replied,  
We come not hither to debate, but to combat, not to prate but to praeleate, not to cavil but to duel, not to jest but to just, wherefore (having turned their horses) these champions met so furiously, That their shivered lances flew upwards, as if they challenged the sky before they falled on earth, never was game of death better played, never did fury display itself in greater bravery, never were Hector and Achilles better imitated or rather excelled, never were swords guided by more skilful hands, never were hands accommodated with more trusty swords, which like deep mouthed Cannons battering down by peace meal their armours, made many wide breaches for troops of wounds to rush in at, Her's the Trojan wars in Epitome, her's the battle of Lepanto acted in Monomachy, her's York and Lancaster fought over again in a Hippomachy, her's the Pharsalian field described in these lists, her's the fight at Canna excelled in a duel.  
Now the barriers blood began to chase sweat from the full possession of their outsides, for their armours blushed that they had defended their masters no better, force against force, prowess against prowess were interchangibly encountered, as the fire the more it's fed with fuel the more hungry its still to devour; so the more they did strike the more unsatisfied they were with striking; they sharpened their sharp swords with hope of victory, their thick blows lighting upon their well tempered shields, made the air to Echo the noise whereof sounded as many waters in their fierce combats against some concave rock, by this time Uernar's body was scarified and broached with so many wounds as his soul was in a doubt which way to get out at, but weakened with a prodigal effusion of blood (which he sent to bespeak him a grave) he fell to the earth, and feeling the prevailing point of Flaminius sword at his wretched throat, he upon his knees confessed himself vanquished, and Clorinda flandered, in these words.  
Redoubted Flaminius as fire is to gunpowder, so is ambition to the heart of man, which if it be touched with felfe-Love mounteth aloft, and never bendeth downward, till it be turned into ashes, I confess myself to be a man whose eyes could not look right upon any others happiness, nor ears bear the burden of any others praises, I knowing that each corner in the world rang of your praises, mine fits no man's mouth, this consideration breeds antipathetical difference, and discontent brought forth emulation, emulation desire of revenge, that engendered execution, of such desires, to further this design I had a further design, I considered that you were to be joined in nuptial bonds, to the incomparable Lady Glorinda, (whose beauty is so excellent, and her feature agreeable in every lineament, her modesty so decent, and virtue apparent, that she may be rightly styled the Phoenix for beauty, and most famous among Ladies for bounty) and I betrothed to the deformed Melena, (who bore upon a foul carcase a fair and rich wardrobe, (which she may be rather said to carry, then enjoy,) whose beauty is borrowed more from art then nature, (it being now the common practice among such decayed, and superannuated faces, banquerouted by time, or accidents, to hide it from others eyes with art, and from their own with false glasses) by her persuasion (O Proles nefanda, cerebri nefarij O horrid conceit of a wicked brain) by her instigation I did calumninate, as sasly as subtly the virtuous and chaste Clorinda.  
Flaminius' who was as merciful as magnanimous, as virtuous as valiant, as pitiful as powerful, granted him his life, but Vernar whose uncontrolled spirit disdained a life of alms, with his poniard soon put an end to his own days, over whom our conqueror triumphed.  
Soon after this Victory Amenides, brother to Clorinda returned from travel, and now this Hero of a refined wit and rectified judgement, and Flaminius were linked together with a Gordian knot of friendship a fraturnall claim of fidelity, which neither time by degress could impair, nor suspicions infrienge, such a love it was, as was between Daman and Pythias, and Bylades & Onestes, Tytus and Gysippus, Theseus and Pirithous, Scipio and Laelius. But Les peines importunes ne sont volontiers loing de plus hautes tunes, troublesome pains be not (commonly) remote from the most perspicuous fortunes.  
As the lives of men, so their prosperity, run not upon a Helirri that still enlargeth, but on a circle, which aving at the meridian, they decline in obscurity, and fall under the centre again. Il n'est de jour si clair qui n'ait quelque nuage, the most glorious sun risings are subject to shaddowing, and droppings in, the freshest colours soon fadeth, the fairest flowers soon withereth, the clearest day quickly clouds, black and white be both commonly in one border, the sweetest rose is not without its sharp pricks, nor the fairest velvet without its list, nor the most fortunate life without crosses, the Bee bears honey in her thigh, but she carries a sting in her tail, the deceitful Panther before the destruction of his eye-gazers, doth hide his head, and prepose his delectate skin to the enticement of other beasts, the night is blackest alittle before day, the winds stillest before a storm, the sun bleakest, hottest, before a shower, the deformed Porpoises before the coming of some outrageous tepmest are pleasantly sporting before the seamen and so did Lubricious fortune give Flaminius the forementioned victory, inventing to plunge him the deeper into misery, this fickle deity resembles the sun, who by his heat scorcheth the grass of Pelion, which even now by his beams was vanished, she is like the monster Hylima, in a moment she can (Proteus' like) change herself and grow variable, now she took a pride to act both parts of her lubricity, and to cross Flaminius' joyfulness with this joyless accident.  
Soon after that time of the day when the highest mounted sun make shortest shadows, Flaminius for his wont recreation accompanied Amenides and Clorinda into a pleasant grove, which (through her presence) appeared like the sole Paradise of Silvanus, who had there planted many fragrant arbours for the recreating of his beauteous Clorinda, or the silent grove of Calisto, wherein the enamoured Jupiter in likeness of a wood Nymph did sport with her, as they were here ambulatory there rushed in one Flaminius Fathers servants, all parboiled in sweat, with visage pale as death, and this was his message to Flaminius, (viz.) That his mother Capricia was lately arrested by a violent fit of sickness at the suit of death, and being ready to pay the debt she owed to nature, desired that he might close her eyes, these sad tidings made Flaminius prepare, 
Jam revocare gradum, patriasque evadere ad oras. 

To check his progress, leave Albion strand  
And s●eere his course unto his native land.     
By this time these sad lovers have said that ill faring word, farewell; they husbanded their embraces, as children do their sweetmeats as being loath to devour them too soon.  
Flaminius' accompanied with (his inseparable companion) Amenides took shipping to Dover, the Sea received them with a smooth, and smiling face, and Nep●…e who had now learned to fawn on Princes, blest them with a happy transfretation, Capricia soon after the sight of her son in an extasis of joy expired, and Po●pilius (unwilling to survive so loving a wife, and willing because the journey was dark, and melancholy to bear her company to the Elysian groves) his heart began proudly to beat up the alarms of death, and he also became a prey to the leane-chapt Monster.  
Now the triumphs intended for Flaminius' arrival are turned into funerals, now all eyes are glazed with tears striving to deluge deeper than Ducalions', now the universal torrent of pearly drops have washed away al●mirth from that sad, and lamentable world which is muffled up in the mourning cloaks of grief, and confu●…n.  
Now the Honourable Senators and worthies of the gown, are assembled to condole the main engine of state Pompilius, whose approved whighty constancy, and integrity as clear as the noon day h●… cognomized him the Atlas of the common wealth, and made him a fit subject unto these predicates, a plant, and planet of justice, a constellation of the form●… which have eternised him a perpetual memory to posterity, and have stamped so deep an impression, in the hearts of the surviving as no age should obliterate, he did easily triumph over smarting rancour, and having run and posted over all the stages of his ●ife, have edificated a memorable statue, and trophy of his worth in the breasts of all to whom no testification, or Epitaph can be more precious. Now the courtly Ladies and grave Matrons are congregated to bewail the falling of this Cyprian star Capricia from their Zenith, whose loss even heaven might lament, did not heaven enjoy her.  
Now the valiant Soldiers that might have daunted death himself when they wore the colours of this their disceased Viceroy in the field, with their drums covered, pikes and tears trailed in a mournful posture, lances broken, insignia and instruments of war reversed proclaim their griefs, now all sorts, the cream and the scum of the people, not to fill their eyes but to employ them, and to invest themselves in black for him whose purple they once adored, our muse shall bear part in this lamentation, and sadly weep out this Elegy.  

AN ELEGY.  
Hence, hence fond mirth, hence vain deluding joys,  
Glee and alacrity, you be but toys,  
Go gilded elves, love idle brain possess  
With fickle fancies, thick and numberless,  
Sorrow the subject of my song shall be.  
My harp shll chant my heart's anxiety,  
Pompilius the great, (who did appear  
Arts Zodiac, valour's Zenith, vertus Sphere)  
And sweet Capricia, (which all hearts did move,  
In whom fresh beauty, charity, and love  
Did claim a being) these o'er all lands admired  
That Sol's bright circle warms, are both expired,  
Thus the Didimies or twins did, whom fate  
To one another did conglutinate,  
Nature at one time both did animate,  
Both lives at one time did evaporate.  
Bright Car of Day, which dost ditunally  
Flame in the forehead of the azure sky,  
Blush to behold this sad, and helpless hap,  
And hide thy head in Thetis eazy lap,  
Let thy coruscant thy translucent light  
Not make a difference 'twixt this day and night,  
Let this black day be from all annals cut  
Nor in the reckoning of the year be put,  
Let gloomy shades upon it ever pass  
For to delucitate how fatal ' 'twas.  
Rapacious Skeleton, leave death (that cares not  
For wit or beauty) monster fell, (that spares not  
Honours) can nothing thy nice palate please,  
(Grim sir) but such Ambrosian cates as these,  
So delicate a dish may pamper thee  
But make ten thousand pine, and pensive be,  
Yet since thou hast caught this choice Ambrosia  
(Sweeter than Joves) we will weep tears which may  
Be Nectar too, our loss shall satiate thee,  
And with our sad tears mayst thou drunken be.  
Your envious fates (that holds the vital shears  
And set upon the nine enfolded Spheres  
Whirling the Adamantine spindle round  
On which the brittle lives of men are wound,)  
Since this blessed pair are fallen, let them have  
An earthquake (at the least) to open their grave.   
They are magnificently interred in the chiefest Temple in Naples, and over them is engraven this Epitaph.  

AN EPITAPH.  
Here lies a blessed pair, alive one bed,  
Contained them both, and one grave being dead.  
〈◊〉 lies interred the twins of fate,  
One was the Atlas of the State,  
His head the throne of Art,  
Of Piety, his heart.  
Minos in fur,  
A friend of right  
Mavors in war,  
A devil in fight.  
I'th' others lovely face  
Fresh beauty dwelled, and grace,  
An Angel clothed in flesh, and sent into a clay tenement  
She was,— Reader admire this, and wish  
Thyself a worm to taste so choice a dish.   
Having given the parents the rights of burial let us return to the children, and speak some thing of their Daughter Dionella, although some may conceive it impertinent to the History, yet they may find it no more repugnant, then in one nosegay to set two flowers, or in one counterfeit divers colours, yet to expect all passages and circumstances of their lives, were to lose on's longing, you may as well seek Paul's steeple in Hordius his Map of the world, for abridgements, Histories are nets of a larger wash, which only enclose great fishes, 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉, things worth mentioning, the smaller fry, matters of less consequence, escape them, passing over therefore, and omitting all impertinent tautologies & ambages, we shall proceed to relate, how.  
Amenides Clorinda's brother, an honourable slip of the ancient tree of English nobility, a pregnant proficient in all discipline of state, of a sweet aspect, and comely form and feature, of whom it may be justly spoken without Hyperboles of fiction, as it was of Cato Uticensis that he seemed to be borne to that only which he undertook, Uersatilis ingenij (as Plutarch hath it) but to speak much of him were the way to leave out something that might add to his praise, and to forget much that would augment his honour, in a word therefore he became enamoured of Dionella Flaminius his sister, a Lady that did cast upon her beholders so sweet a look, as was able to ray one into a Galliard, that lay in a dead palsy, and to dote on that sweet countenance, but in that look there reigned so divine a countenance, as cut off all lascivious and vain hopes, her face was Queen virtues palace, adorned with nature's choicest tapesterie; thatched with a golding hair, the windows of his gorgeous Court, cast forth more glorious beams then those wherewith rash trained Phaeton singed the world, the ruby portals boast in incomparable sweetness, for the fruition whereof a man would even enthrall and inhell himself, upon the sanguine and Lily walls of this Paphian structure interlaced, and kindly mixed with Alabaster & Uermilion where more Theorems were liuly portraitured then in whole volumes tedious pariphrase, as her superlative beauty won the praise from all women that stood in degree of comparison with her, so her virtue was as amiable in men's judgements, as her feature in their eye sight, but to speak more of her were to take her less, only thus much, all fair Ladies might break their flattering glasses and dress themselves in her.  
But let us leave her with Amenides happy in their reciprocal affection, and turn to Flaminius who (when he had digested his grief) longed to return to Clorinda, (with whom he had left his heart for a pawn till he came back,) to this end he took ●hipping for England attended by Florian and Do●…o.  
At first the disembling sea smiled on them, but before they had sailed three leagues the sweet tongued Sirens began to sing, and the delighted Dolphins, and gamesome Porpises to da●nce to their music, and all on a sudden, a ●…ble cloud curtained the refulgent Lord of Light, the Seas were made a dark stage for a miserable Tragedy to be acted upon, now proud Aeolus began (in a loud base) to sing destruction, now Neptune did Court and kiss Iris, and the traitorous Sea swelled itself into mountains more high and hideous than the Alps, on which the afflicted ship as upon a promontory or starry pointed Pyramid was carried to invade heaven, to seek safety there, being denied it upon the Sea, but was strait darted down again into a precipice of hellish darkness, as if it chose rather to ride upon gentle Phlegeton, than this now unnavigable Ocean, the Sea strove with the wind which should be loudest, and the welkin (now all enveloped in ugly darkness) contended with the Main which should be more horrid, The distressed vessel, was like a football tossed by the rude feet of a rustic crew, here only proceeded that little of safety which it had, it was equally assailed on every side. All this time Flaminius sat with settled countenance discovering nothing that argued fear, he Augustus like encouraged the pale Pisot with that sentence, Flaminium & Flaminii fortunam vehis; how can that Vessel suffer shipwreck that carries Flaminius, and his Fortune? the subject of his Meditations was the object of his love, Clorinda, a brighter Nymph than she that received a being from (his now angry enemy) the Sea, Toto sonuerunt aequ●r● nimbi, the idle Compass, the broken Rudder, and split Anchor were useless, the flapping mainsayle and shivered Mast were cast overboard, the Seamen were distracted, some plied the Pump, some their (till then neglected) Prayer-books. 
Nihil hic, nisi pentus, & aer.   
Now no objects presented themselves to these abjects, but the raging Sea, and gloomy air, neither had they a perfect prospect of them, but when cloud-compelling Jove held out to them a Torch of Lightning, till at last kind Aurora became a Harbinger of that ensuing day, which showed them light to land at Cyprus, a rich and flourishing soil, placed under a smiling Heaven, and sacred to Venus, to whom we direct this Meeter:  

Great Queen of change and mutability,  
As false as fair, fickle Deity,  
Were't not a sin, I'd doubt what Poets sing,  
And boldly swear from th'sea thou didst not spring,  
But from some silent grove, or bower of blisses,  
Where Turtle-billing Lovers hide their kisses;  
Thou wert begot in some Love-covering shade,  
And not of glassy Thetis' crisped froth made,  
For then the bold imperious surges might  
Have been controlled by thee, than hadst thou fight,  
To quiet the proud billows, and to chain  
In its prefixed bounds, the gadding maine,  
Which now contemns thy idle blast, and roar  
For all thy threats, and rages more and more▪  
Now stubborn Triton mounted on a Whale,  
Refused to hark to thy neglected call,  
And at thy slight commands he stoutly scorn,  
To sound retreating with his bugle Horn,  
Or give the floods a signal to retire,  
But joined Aeolus to swell them higher;  
Revenge this Cytherea, else who shall  
Adore, or let one grain of Incense fall  
Upon thy Altars, sacred Nymph arise,  
The Rebell-rout of Sea-gods to chastise,  
But legally, let Mercury be sent,  
To summon a celestial Parliament,  
Exclude the common crew, deny the rude  
Fierce Hydra which we call the multitude,  
To sit with thee in Council, or debate,  
To redress grievances i'th' Lover's state;  
Admit no vulgar gods, for they will be  
Like Tinkers, mending one hole they'll make three:  
Dispatch thy ayre-dividing Messenger  
With sealed Writs, and summon to appear,  
Hymen, Thalassius, and Raucina too,  
The sacred Nuptial Deities which do  
Tie hearts in knots, and mutually twists  
In holy chains, the souls of Amorists.  
The Quiver-bearing Wag, whose potent Bow  
Nor sex, nor age evades, nor high, nor low,  
The Goddesses so debonair, and free  
Aglaia, Thalia, Euphrosyne,  
Esteemed by men for their heart-easing mirth,  
Whom thou (fair Cytherea) at one birth  
Bore to the Ivie-crowned God of Wine.  
Egeria, at whose adored shrine  
The youthful teeming females do implore  
The Goddess aid, to these and divers more  
Direct thy summons, when they all  
Be congregated at great Jove's White-Hall:  
(Divinest Queen of Love) persuade them still,  
To grant thy just demands, and pass this Bill,  
That whereas hoary Thetis did not chain,  
(According as she ought) the boiling Main.  
But traitorously did join with Dione  
And Malicerba to disturb the Sea,  
When he (whose fame shall drop from many a pen,  
When Heralds shall want coats to sell to men,  
Whose Arms and Arts his glorious name shall raise,  
A like to wreathes of Pallas Oakes and Bays)  
Did furrow the great deep, and gently glide  
Over the bubbling face of th'hasty tide,  
Bound for Clorindas' arms (that happy port,  
That true Elysium, Queen pleasures Court)  
So that Clorinda (a bright Nymph to whom  
We grant priority, being overcome  
By her rare feature, alas she misses  
Those enthusiastic raptures, Lovers blisses,  
It's this day ordered by the joint consent,  
Of the sublime Etherial Parliament,  
That Phoebus (whom terrestialls do  
Adore, and yearly pay a tribute to)  
For ten nights next ensuing shall not rest  
His drowsy head in Rebel Thetis breast,  
But in Clorinda's lap should we assign  
A longer date, the Sun would never shine,  
We should have short days, Sol would never rise  
From her lap, but to gaze upon her eyes,  
And whereas Boreas did let lose his breath,  
And Aeolus threat nothing under death,  
And set the waves at variance with the sky,  
And made among the Floods a mutiny:  
It's further ordered that for ten days the  
Fairy pair of jarring brothers cloistered be,  
In slender Bottles; it's decreed they both  
With th'Marine Deities shall take this Oath.  
From this time forward solemnly we vow  
To wait on sacred Lovers, whilst they plough  
The vast Gulfs back; it plainly shall appear  
We will retreat, as glad to see them there;  
We will concur in one, both Sea and Wind,  
To make their speedly passage safe, and kind.  
I Sea will smooth my buncht brow, and invite  
Their blessed eyes, to see how I delight  
To bear their weight, and jointly with them prove  
Zealous adorer of the Queen of Love.  
And I the Wind (to storm forgotten quite)  
Will whisper new joys to rich Amphitrite,  
And in so mild a breath I'll tell my Tale,  
As it shall only fill their swelling sail.  
And I the Sea, will boil officiously  
To bring them to their harbours, whilst sad I  
Lament their absence, and dissolve to tears,  
And rather drown myself then them with fears.  
This done (kind Cytherea) now release  
The Winds, and grant to the relenting Seas  
Once more the ancient immunity,  
The Lamp of Lights nocturnal Bed to be:  
Those acts by which fierce Juno did conspire  
Alcides' bane, augmented, and swelled higher  
His venerable name, which now shall last  
Till Time want sand to run, or Fame a blast;  
So make this tempest raised by the Seas  
To ruin thy Flaminius, increase  
His firm emolument (fair Queen of Loves)  
We do conjure thee, by thy silver Doves,  
To be his Guardian, let his lasting glory  
Fill all men mouths, and make the world a story.   
Finis Libri secundi.   

THE THIRD BOOK OF THE CYPRIAN ACADEMY.  
Soon after the Oriental Majesty arose to over-circulate the Earth, Flaminius in a weather-beaten Ship, or rather the Carcase of the Ship, or rather some few bones of the Carcase, was driven upon the coasts of the Isle Cyprus, at the foot of a cacuminous Clift, whose steep-downe chalky sides reverberating and beating back the rays of the resplendent Sun, by the beams reflection seemed to gild the Ocean with a new Phaebean glister.  
Flaminius (with his trusty servants) sat upon the Clift, beholding the perjured waters of the Changeling Sea, and uttering these complaints; Ah unkind Nature, Queen of dissimilitudes, and vicissitudes, when wilt thou be glutted with the miseries of mortals? How unfortunate is the fate of man, to be subjugated under the yoke of so belluine and inhuman a stepdame? Thy gifts are only temporary, there is no stable happiness in this circle of flesh, nor is it in the optics of these eyes to behold permanent felicity: Apres un peu de joye ou seut mieux la tristesse, a pound of grief follows an ounce of joy: as the tree and the rind groweth and sprouteth together, the one not subsisting without the other; so with man is care and anxiety engendered, which as an inseparable evil Angel follows him in all his actions, as the shadow doth the body: Lieur & mallieur se suyvent tour à tour, good and evil follow one another. What were the lives of those Hero's, Alexander and Darius, who strove together which should be Cock of the World's Dunghill, but one continued perplexity? If to day Mars smiled on one of them, he feared the amphibologicall success of to morrow; for, Cela qu'un jour nous donè, un autre jour nous l'oste, what one day gives us, another takes away from us: so that a man can make himself sure of nothing without the power of his action (that is not wholly in his hands) for, Multa cadunt inter poculum, & labra, Chance is a Dicer; its vain to put more confidence in this life then in one wind at Sea, but 'tis wisdom to have tackling ready for all vicissitudes of Fortune.  
The Mulberry tree (as Herbalists observe) is long in begetting and keeping its buds, but (the cold season being passed) it shoots them all in one night; and Fortune, which sometimes is long in dandling her favourites, (the edge of her lubricious affection being abated) she diverts from them her benignity, and converts it to their misery. But we will omit the rest of his complaints, desiring rather to relate matter then words.  
Flaminius arose, intending to direct his weary steps to the Regal City Nicosia, almost n the heart of the Island, in the territory of Lapathia: the way was pleasurable, and the earth clad in her best apparel, which made the Island appear to be the field of Ceres, the garden of Bacchus, the prime pastorage of Pan, and the richest beauty of Silvian; the Wheat overtopped his head, the Vines overlookt the Trees, the rank grass justled with his knees, and the high-sprong Woods did threaten to invade the Clouds. He had not travailed far, before he was set upon by a pack of Robbe●… a rout of crazed fortunes, whose cracked estates did gape to be soldered up by any wealthy booty; but valour respects not numbers: wherefore Flaminius (who esteemed few swords in a just defence able to resist many unjust assailers) commanded his trusty Squires, Florian & Doristo, (who had rather sacrifice their lives at their Master's feet, then seek (by flying) a dishonourable safety) to assist him, who like an enraged Lion sent some armless, others leg-lesse, more headless, but many lifeless, to take up their comfortless Lodgings under the black mantle of endless night.  
Florian lent such a terrible blow to one of their Chieftains, (who with open mouth threatened his destruction) as slicing off both his tongue and chaps, before he had ended his babbling, gave a period to his oration. Doristo struck at another in the same posture, and made his soul in a stream of clottered blood, to sail out at his mouth.  
Those that survived of this Rabble (seeing themselves overmatcht every way, and frustrated of hopes to resist any way) desisted, and Flaminius persisted on in his journey; but before he could reach the City Nicosia, it did advesperate, and the silent night with her pitchy Chariot had coursed over the face of the element, and he was forced to take the earth for his pillow, the wide fields being to him in stead of a Chamber, and the windy skies being a roof to his blasted Lodging, and having the cold and humid vapours of Nocturna to accompany the unwisht-for Bed of his repose: but as soon as he espied the beauteous Aurora had with Vermilion blushing cheeks forsaken the Saffron Couch of her age-wearied Lover, he continued his travail through a most pleasant Valley; on the right hand stood a ridge of mountains, whereof one surmounted the rest, and had mounted upon his top a Pyramid of Brass; on the left hand was the Sea, bordered with continued hills, beset with variety of fruits; the Champain between was full of flowery hillocks, not much over-topping their ranker valleys, which were with Groves of Olive and Orange trees dispersedly adorned. At the end of this Paradise he entered into a solitary desert, whose ornaments were uncouth Rocks; some eaten with age, others blasted with lightning, others bruised with thunder: no comfortable beam of pleasure shined here, no cheerful Sun or Moon illuminated this palace of death with gladsome rays; it was filled with deep ditches, and soundlesse pi●s, which were inhabited by hoarse Frogs and croaking Toads; it was paved with bloud-drawing Thorns: about the middle of this wilderness was a melancholy Cave, the black domicile of the daughters of death; Flaminius passing by it, heard coming from it these lamentations, couched in a Medley, both for Verses and Tunes.  

1  
When Phaeton fell from Sols bright Throne,  
And failed in's enterprise,  
How did his sisters him bemoan,  
And fill the air with cries?   

2  
Proud Pelops Wife, bold Niob●,  
(Her offspring being slain)  
'Gainst storms approach, O how doth she  
In Marble still complain?   

3  
What sorrow Orpheus did sustain,  
When through th'infernal shade  
Thou, thy Eurydice to obtain,  
With Music passage made.   

4  
What madness did corrode thy breast,  
woeful Andro●ache?  
When Hector (being laid to r●st)  
Thy luckless eyes did see.   

5.  
Astyanax flung from a Tower,  
(The hope of Troy, and thee)  
O cursed act of a cursed hour,  
what sorrow might this be?   

6.  
What grief Jocasta hadst thou,  
To see Eteocles  
Engaged by a fatal vow,  
To ●lay Polynices?   

7.  
Sad Dedalus, how small's thy ease,  
That saw thy daring Boy  
Baptise the vast Icarion Seas,  
And leave thee void of joy?   

8.  
What should I speak how Progne grieved  
For her Spouse, spouse breach, tell  
Should I, how sad Anthony lived  
After Actaeon fell.   

9  
All this black Troop of dismal wee●  
enumerated here,  
Are pleasures if compared with those  
which horally I bear.   

10.  
Had I more tongues my grief to tell,  
Then Romans (loath to yield)  
In one Rome-wasting Battle fell,  
In luckless Canna's Field.   

11.  
Yet should I want an Idiom,  
Or dialect, to say  
My grief in an idoneous tone,  
My tongue, ah welladay.   

12.  
The Tongues of Muses are too faint  
In Helicon that keep  
T'express the cause of my complaint,  
Come Muses with me weep.   

13.  
But why should I perplex the Nine  
with my grief, when 'tis known,  
They find enough (Ah) without mine,  
To relament their own.   

14.  
The ancient Helicon they've left,  
Since their Antiomers  
Was of his wished for life bereft,  
They've made one of my tears.   

15.  
I oft and oft did them invoke,  
But none of them replied,  
Their Harmony (alas) is broke  
Since their Maecenas died.   

16.  
Come and approach, and attend to my cries,  
you Hags and Hobgoblins,  
Register up and keep  
a catalogue of my tears,  
These arched walks of midnight Gr●ves  
will I never abandon,  
And Silvans shadows,  
And shades that Clarida loves,  
Where silver buskined triping Nymphs  
were never affrighted,  
By harsh blows of the rude Axe  
from their hallowed haunt.   

17.  
Here Death keepeth his Court,  
Here pitchy horror inhabits,  
This is grief's freehold,  
Here will I choose to abide,  
Come and approach dapper Elves,  
Satyrs rough, and cloven-heeled Fawns,  
Not tricked and frounced up  
As in the fresh flowery May,  
But civil suited Kerchift in Winter attire,  
Draw near I'll teach you how  
To weep tears in parts.   

18.  
Sol retrograde with your fire breathing steeds,  
And shut my eyes up in eternal night,  
My soul have lost its Sun, my body needs  
No radiant light.   

19  
Sink toth'infernall shade, and let thy rays,  
Illuminate their foggy hemisphere,  
Give to th'Antipodes that share of days,  
Which I do hate here.   

20.  
Acquaint them not with my anxiety,  
For then thy guilt carr will prove tedious,  
They'll fall a grieving too, and implore thee  
To return to us.   

21.  
Kind Phoebus grant me what I postulate,  
But if you slight, and churlishly deny't,  
My tears my optic sense shall adumbrate,  
And so make a night.   

22.  
Lark  
Nor Thrush  
In no bush  
Shall tell his tale,  
Nor sweet Nightingale  
That on the bloomy spray,  
Carols praises of fresh May,  
Come and inhabit this dim dale,  
Cuckoo ever telling of one tale,  
Raven and Nyctimine, that love the dark.   

23.  
Come Steele-digesting Bird, come and draw near  
You brood-devouring Kite, greedy Wane,  
That under-mines, fierce Cormorant:  
Come Faleon, and Vulture too,  
With the predictious Crow,  
Jay that ever talk,  
Griping Goshawk,  
Keep company  
With me,  
Here.   

24.  
Antiomer, Apollo in the head,  
Mars in the hand, a Saint ith'heart, a man  
Who was the Magazine, or Vatican  
Oth' liberal Sciences, alas is dead.   

25.  
Earth-decking Flora, beauteous Lass that use  
To purple the fresh ground with vernal Flowers  
That suck in the Nectarian honeyed showers,  
Thou that wear'st Flowrets of a thousand hues.   

26.  
Thou that the smooth shorn fields enamelest,  
And annual wrapst the even shaved Plain,  
In a mellifluous Rug of Flowers, deign  
Propitiously to come at my request.   

27.  
Come bring with thee the well-atti'rd Woodbine,  
The Lovers Pansie freakt with shining Jet,  
The tufted Growtoe, glowing Violet,  
Ruddy Narcissus, and pale Gessamine.   

28.  
Bring the Fair Primrose (that forsaken dyes)  
The Daffodils with cups filled with tears,  
All Amaranth's brood that Embroidery wears,  
To strew her Laureate Hearse where my Love lies.   
The Melody being ended, Flaminius desiring as well to satisfy his sight as his hearing, stepped to the Cave, where he beheld the Querimonious Lady, in a garment of black Velvet, embroidered with silver, her hair was gathered up under a small cap, covered with feathers, and set thick with Diamonds, which glittering about her head dazzled his sight, but it was little in respect of that lightning which came from her face.  
She was ravished with the rare feature of Flaminius, who doubtless had been as much taken with hers, had he not been gained by another, but his soul wa● so filled with the most excellent perfection of Clorinda, that there was no place left for any other impression. After some Discourse, the Lady's offer● and his desires became convertible, she requeste● that which he most desired, which was to accompany her to the Court, and he requested that which she was most ambitious to perform, which was, to inform him of the cause of her querulous soliloquy, which she did in these words.  
Gentle Sir, though I am assidually used to complaints, yet were my heart contracted into tongue I should be deficient in declaring the unspeakablenesse of my ineffable grief, and though I despairs to bring you any pastime, yet to pass the time, be● pleased to hear this Tragedy. There arrived at thi● Island, Antiomers' son to the Emperor of Germany, Knight, who was in peace sweet and humble, in Wa● stern and haughty, the East could not boast mor● pearls than he could virtues, the gentleness of hi● countenance, and the fierceness of his courage seemed to be two contraries in the same subject, his heart was uncapable of fear in any danger, but tractable and easy in conversation; in a word Antiomers, a man under whose name is comprehended all Warlike virtue; loved no women but me, that loved not any man but him; he never spoke but of me, h● never made any relation which he esteemed good, if 〈◊〉 were not the subject thereof; nor did I think any time lost, but what I spent out of his company. It so fortuned that Silenus, brother to Lycidus, the young King of Cicilie, proclaimed a general challenge against all Knights that should deny his Lady Adria●… (daughter to the Great Turk) to be the Paragon of the terrestrial Paradise; Fame proud to promulge this defy to all the world, grasped it between her teeth, and shaked it about, so that it came to Antiomers' ears, who soon left Cyprus, and went to Cicilie, resolved to make him repent his brags, or to bury my honour with his own body.  
I shall omit the circumstances of his Journey, and return to Silenus, who hearing of Antiomers his approach entered the Field in an Armour of a Cornation colour all be set with Crosslets of gold in a Field Azure, he bore upon his Shield the Picture of Adrias in silver, with the Seven Stars round about her, under her was engraven this Saphick. 
Adrias splende●●elut inter ignes,  
Luna minores. 

‛ As Cynth● among night's Fry,  
So Adrias shines resplendently.     
Antiomers had on a French Armour of an Ashy colour, which hid the sparks of a lively fire, spotted with Flowers-de-luce of Silver and Gold, his device was a Heart tied to a pillar in the middle of a Faggot kindled by me, my portraiture was all beset with Flowers, and just under my Simulachrie was inscribed in Greek Characters these words, 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 (the best of Flowers) his Feather was Gree-de-lieu and white, his Caparisons Grisde-lieu, embroidered with Gold, set thick with sparks of Diamonds.  
These two Champions in their career darkened the air with the dust they raised, and struck the earth into an Ague with their Horses battering hooves, Antiomers in the middle of his course met his Enemy like a Whirlwind, and fell upon him like a Tempest, they both sent the splinters of their Lances to dig Graves in the dust for their blood, which forthwith filled them, for there were many salliports cut in their Armours for their lives to issue out at, and death to enter in at. Silenus' words and blows were delivered so together, that it was enigmatical whither enterprizing or prevailing went first, his energetical strokes seemed as thunder, to his words lightning; but he found no barren ground for this seed, for Antiomers (abhorring sterility) yielded him his own with increase, which because he did not expect, he was perplexed by it, and in this respect, though reason and amazement be seldom joined, yet here they were not dissentaneous, for the most reasonable spectators had good reason to be amazed at the unreasonable ferocity of the combatants, who both overwearied with fight, fell prostrate to the earth, where Antiomers thus communed with himself.  
Can my courage faint remembering my Lady, or can any thing dismay me being in her favour, no the honour of her name (which I honour) hath called me to the Field, and her beauty is so perfect, as nothing shall be able to force me to fly.  
And now these Champions carried more by strength of affection then of body, by the cruelty of the second charge they wiped away the astonishment of the first, till at last they were both carried out of the Field, with more appearance of death then hope of life. As soon as I heard of the event of the fight, I went to visit him, he no sooner cast his dim eyes upon me, but his colour freshly revived in the pale cinders of his thin cheeks, and the old vermilion tincture began to plead a new possession of his several mansions, but at length I saw the vermilion nonsuited, and him pale and dead (though even in that condition lovely, as if death had taken that shape to make me enamoured of him) alive he surprised and suppressed envy with virtue, and dead honours accompanied him to the grave. 
— Quis talia fando.  
Explicet, aut possit lachrimis aequare dolorem; 

What tongues can chant my grief, what blubbering Eyes,  
With weeping can my sorrow equalise.     
Ocursed be the hand that killed, that killed him, cursed be his heart that had the heart to do it, o ye just gods let most direful, and hapless haps, happen to that hateful wretch that made me wretched by his death, o kind death lend my cheeks his paleness, which boast more of these trickling drops of tears, than the Pactolian sand hills do of their most gorgeous glistering pearls left there, and forsaken by the ebbing billows of the bubbling waters, My tears shall rain upon his grave to make the gentle earth bear some Adonean, or rather Antiomerean flower, which shall bear his name and memory.  
She would have uttered more circumstances of the Tragedy, but she was forced to make their womb their tomb, and to bury them before she brought them forth, those other things which she intended should have had birth in her mouth died there, for her words were washed away by her tears which came dropping down, like rain in sunshine, and hang upon her cheeks and lips, like drops upon cherries, which the dropping tree bedeweth, her swelled eyes became her fortune, and made her tears comely.  
By this time they were come to the Court, where Arbella Daughter to Romulus' King of Cyprus, (for so was the prementioned Lady nominated) brought him to the King, whose Sister Capricia (mentioned in the former part of this history) was wife to Pompilius viceroy of Naples, and Mother to Flaminius, so that the King quickly so dispersed the rays of his grace upon his Nephew Flaminius, as he thought his court deficient, without this pregnant proficient of State, but let it be sufficient for the present that we have brought Flaminius to the court, and into the King's favour, let us now return to Clorinda, (disconsolate Clorinda,) whom we have too long forgotten.  
In this time of Flaminius absence, and consequently of her infelicity (for how could she choose but languish in the absence of her best Physician) no careful art, or art of carefulness was employed in her adorning herself, she left all to neglected chance, which yet could no more impair her perfections, than a die cast any way could lose its squareness.  
Still her love did burn like a vestal fire, which with Flaminius' memory, richer than all spices dispersed fragrant odours, round about her Love-fick soul, and did refresh it, when 'twas in the dumps, and stuck fast in the quagmire of melancholy.  
She was seldom out of the company of Delia, whose presence would have diverted much grief, had it been curable by company, yet she set as cheerful a countenance upon it, as the sadness of her heart would permit, after he had been absent from her some considerable time, not having opportunity personally to kiss her hands; he sent this letter as his paper deputy to do it for him.  
Flaminius' to Clorinda,  
Sweet Princess of my life.  
Some three months since I left the artificial sea of tears (wept out of my dewy eyes, for the disease of my defunct parents,) and launched out into the natural sea bound for thy arms, (that haven of happiness, that port of pleasure) but I was unhappily diverted by a disastrous tempest which for twelve days tossed me too and fro upon the enraged Ocean, and then cast me upon the Isle of Cyprus, a Land ennobled for its celebrated excellencies,) here I am in favour with the King, and in credit at the court, but the thorn amongst these Roses, is thy absence, my greatest evil, is the want of my most beloved good, thy honoured self, the life of my hopes, and the hope of my life, which I keep only for thy service, nor can I lose it better than for thy love, and if I should sorrow for the loss thereof, it would be rather in respect of thee then myself, and out of grief I should have to see my end, before I have testified the beginning of my service to thee.  
But my fair one, I (who live only to die for thee) I (who entertain myself only with Imaginations, and live only with hopes of thy love) conjure thee by the radiant lights of thy eyes, (the only suns by whose rajes I am animated) that thou dost not pine thyself (whilst I remain in this darkness, wherein I enwrap myself, during thy absence,) for so thou may●… cut off thy own time, but not abate (but augment) my troubles, rather manifest a princely magnanimity of mind, in conquering this grief by the valour of thy patience, and continue to love still.  
Cyprus. Madam. Thy Immutable Uotary, and constant Servitor. Flaminius.  
Clorinda. having oft honoured this letter with most affectionate kisses, dispatched the messenger, (which was Florian) with this answer.  
Clorinda to Flaminius.  
My Lord,  
THough I know that out of your ingenuity and candour, you are noble enough to overvalue me so far, as to love me without any merits that might induce you to it, yet I were ungratefully sordid, and sordidly ungrateful, if I should not teach my pen (which is guided by my heart) to affirm that the least scruple of your love is not lost, but highly prized, and returned to you in like measure, believe it Sir I am more torn and pursued by fears, of and for you, than Actaeon was by his dogs, I see not but through your eyes, I live not but by your love, which is in eternal characters engraven upon the Amethyst of my heart, and though the stars condemn us to this separation, yet your name and representation shall be always the dearest jewels of the life, of  
Your Clorinda. England.  
Having delivered this letter to Flaminius let us look upon Arbella, who made her heart rasam tabulam a white paper, longing to have Flaminius writ his love upon it, to this end she studied with great art to tie all those graces together, wherewith she accustomed to have her admirable beauty accompanied, for the glory she apprehended in captiving such a courage made her desire to seem fair, she would be seldom out of his company, hoping that if he were not taken with the inevitable strookes of her face, he should be constrained to yield by her charming speech, and because she would move every stone, and leave no means unatempted, when she knew Flaminius (who was much delighted with the airy whistlings, and inarticulate sufurrations of vegetables) to be walking in a tufted grove, adjoining to the City, thither she repaired, and placing herself within a levy labyrinth in the navel of this obscure inmost bower, sitting upon a mossy couch of grassy turfs she uttered these words.  
Fair silver shafted Lad go burn thy frivolous bow, and in imitation of Hercules in these waving woods erect thy pillars and write Nil plus ultra, my conquest is ended, what shall Flaminius remain always as free, as invincible? can it be that so much valour can be altogether unaccompanied with love?  
Flaminius (willing to convince her of her error, in thinking him altogether without love, took a seat in an adjoining arbour, & made this protestation of his love to Clorinda.  
Loadstone of love, life of beauty, picture of formosity, flower of comeliness, Clorinda, believe that my affection is so perfect as it cannot be increased or diminished, since the first birth of it, but if it be capiable of augmentation, thy late letter was as bellows to kindle a new fire in my soul, which shall never be extinguished by averse stars, or adverse fortune, know (sweet Mistress of my love, and life) and believe that it is the royal prerogative of a lover to be metamorphosed into the essence of the party loved, and so it fareth with me, whose heart is as faithful to you as the needle to the north.  
First, shall fertile soils render nothing but thorns to Coridon, (as a reward for his good seed,) or rivers (the emblems of gratitude) forget to repay their floods to Neptune, or a trusty grayhound transform himself to a pilfering Tiger, or virtue become vice, and beauty a blemish, before any goddess be made governess of the citadel of my heart besides thyself.  
Arbella seeing her hopes frustrated returned to her father's Court, where she found Lycidus King of Sicily her beauty shined so bright that the amorous King was too weak to resist it, for although her mind was possessed with sorrow, & her body clad with mourning, & corrupuit oculos fletu, and she loboured to hide her feature, and dim the lustre of her face, yet could not the excellent perfection wherewith she was enriched be defaced.  
Neither Lycidus Rhetoric, nor his friends persuasions could procure for him Arbella's good liking, therefore he out of the atrocity of his spirit, seeing his love rewarded with loathing, returned home and raised an army to make at once a conquest, both of Arbella, and her father's Kingdom, when he had almost covered the Sea with his potent Armado, and made a bridge of ships over the miditerranian Ocean, Lemuroc (a man of an arrogant mind, a fit hang for mischief to turn upon, one that like the fellow that burned the Temple of Diana at Ephesus, would get himself a name, though it were for doing mischief, who was left by Lycidus in Cyprus under pretence to negociate the match, did patch the Lion's skin with the Fox's tail, and thus he acted his part for his Master's advantage, he congregated, and seduced the rout, and scumd the mud and froth of the people, the fittest soils for this grand incendiary to sow his seeds of rebellion, with this Gallemaufery of Plebeians (who having nothing to lose, no not the oppulency of a good disposition) were easily engaged in his tumult) he marched to the regal palace in Nicosia, the Walls, Turrets, and Battlements were white marble, the windows of carved silverworke, enameled with Indian pearl, glazed with Crystal glass. Lemuroc mounted upon a high scaffold made this insinuating O●a●ion to his rebellious followers, among whom were some popular and discontented Lords.  
My Lords,  
COnsider how this straggling stranger Flaminius hath so stolen into the King's favour, that it is locked up from you, you are of the Court but not of the Council, he is grown so excessive in the appetite of the King's favour, and so excessive in the limitation of the Sovereign aspect, that he alienates his Majesty's grace from you, he hath intrinsicated the occult disposition of Romulus, and conformed his own so tightly thereunto, that there is but one velle between them both.  
From hence ariseth that entire confidence, that Romulus who is jealous of all men else, is confident of him, nor doth he hide any clandestine negotiation from him; and to say true he makes himself but like a Cipher to make this Figure the more in number.  
Erewhile you were honoured in the sight of your Prince, enjoyed his delights, you were crushed with honour as with burdens, you required nothing but you obtained it, so that all men admired and desired your estates: but now a sable cloud hath obscured all these fair beams in one day, your Prince frowns, your glory departs like a dream, and you the Atlases who carried such heaps and mountains of honours upon your shoulders, have your Exits with reproach.  
All eyes are attracted to, and fixed on this new light of Flaminius, all hearts are pinned upon his sleeve, all necks buckled under his girdle; from his hand only you receive your most importunate dispatches, you hold yourselves graced by his injunctions, if he deign not to disdain your Petitions, you are highly honoured; If he please to break silence in your behalf, you are greatly obliged, you diligently wait at his doors, and endure the churlishness of his Porters, and bribe them to be the first that may obtain access to this adored Idol, you all labour to feign the choicest amplifyings to encomionize him, and the greatest submission to flatter him, his strength makes you all weak, his soarings makes you flag your wings, and fly close to the earth, his golden feathers are of such vastness, that they spread like sails, and so becalm you all, that you want air, and Sea-room to raise your plumes, and taste the pleasures of your own Elements.  
He is the Harpy which hath all ears locked to his sound, you are but as Fiddles unstrung; he among you that hath Flaminius for his Protector, need not bend all his nerves to acquire dignities; he that hath him for his foe languisheth under disgrace, and misery. None can obtain any elevation without his benè placet, neither can any without his leave preserve himself with innocence and virtue. You may say of Flamen ius as Tiberius Subjects did of Sejanus, ut quisque Seiano intimus ita ad Caesaris amicitiam validus: contra incensus esset metu ac sordibus conflictebantur.  
He hath even changed the nature of your Prince, and made him Saturnine and supercilious, who was once as debonair and infastidious as Augustus of whom it was said, Augustus' civil rebatur misceri voluptatibus vulgi, he was a Prince, yet seemed a Citizen, and disdained not to bear a part in popular recreations. Will you run with so much patience to the infringing of your liberties, and throw yourself headlong into the gulf of servitude. Remove the cause of these grievances, and the effect will cease, take Flaminius from about the King, and the day of his benignity will daun upon you. Or if a quiet and peaceable Prince, and a prosperous Republic be your summa bona, adhaere to my Royal Lord and Master Lycidus, and hope by his assistance to attain the Apex of felicity, the top of your desires.  
Flaminius having assembled a troop of loyal Courtiers with them, went to appease the multitude, nothing fearing foreign incursions, if he could prevent homebred insurrections, he therefore (who fought as if he had been suckled by Bellona, and never ●ingerd aught but a Lance, and who spoke as if he had been fostered by Minerva, and never handled any thing but a pen; he who shared as much of Mercury in his tongue, as Mars in his hand) began thus, 
O scelus, o veterum proles vesana Gigantum.   
What? are Romulus his Subjects become Authors of a riot, and actors of their own tragedy? What, have you combined Phoenixlike to let out your own life blood? What, will you imitate the Viper, and tear, and dilacerate the entrails of your own great parent your Country? and are Plitus, Xanverde, Turpill and others of the gown that should be participes curarum, companions in care to your Royal Sovereign; you that should be co-props of the State, you that should bear part of the burden with your Prince, are you confederated against him? you are advanced to as high a pitch of Supremacy as subjection will permit, or Sovereignty endure, and yet will you still aspire, till you expire?  
Are you so transported with a desire to reign, that all your potency seems villinage so long as you must acknowledge any Superior? were there a resurrection of your Ancestors, they would blush at your insolence, and run to kiss their graves that have hidden them from beholding such Rebellion, were your Fathers now to die again, they would every one bequeath as a legacy to his son that grave and laudable precept, 
Nec tibi regnandi veniat tam dira Cupido.   
But look before you leap, consider the Person you conspire against, is the Majesty of Romulus, who by celestial institution is the terrestrial Deity, its Romulus the Father of your Country, the fountain of honour, a man beyond all commendation, of a grave spirit, of a constant and well-setled judgement, so that if all the rancour and malice in the world were contracted into one eye, it should never detract from him, he is a professed Guardian to the Muses and their refined fancies, he is acute in wit, grave in censure, mature in judgement, and in all the liberal Sciences so frequent, and beyond compare perfect, that they rather appeareinnate to him, then acquired by education. The Arts Court him to be called their Oracle, as if he only had been borne to uncloud whatsoever is included in their spacious Orbs, he holds a Dormant Councel-table in his own Princely breast, the whole current of his dispensations speak him a pattern to the admiration and imitation of posterity. He is the prop, the Atlas on which the safety of you all lean, he is the hinge on which the whole State turns; in a word, he is the Pelops for wisdom, the Minos for good government. Remember Amour & royalty ne veulent point o'esgall, Love and Lordship suffer no fellowship. Forget not that Sovereign authority is so delicate and tender, that it will take hurt with the least rude handling.  
Nor do erterprises against Princes prosper, remember that Sejanus that contrived the death of Drusus, Litia that consented to it, Endemus that compounded the drug, and Ligdus the Ganymede that presented it, all perished miserably, and so let those furies all of them perish that undertake against the lives and prosperity of their Princes.  
But will you that have seen many years of Sunshine days, and been the happiest Nation upon the surface of the Universe, as if felicity had been calculated only for your Meridian; will you make your Island the seat of war, and stage of woe, and banish prosperity from your confines? do you long to see your Babes brought forth for the sword to glut upon? to see the bodies of your Ancients made pavements to walk upon, your Matrons become a prey, and prize to every ravisher, your Priests and Sacrificers slain at the gates of your Temples, 
Quae tantum insanas voluit, dementia gentes?   
And you Mushrooms, you lesser stars, that come not within any Constellation, will you join with them that quo rure, quaque injuria invade your Country, you should rather join hand in hand to shoulder them out, who will use you but as instruments to ruin one another: you do but shoot arrows against the Sun which will retrograde, and fall upon your own heads: but if you be resolved to contribute to your own destruction, I despair not to find some who are not such ●ickle and desultory temporizers as will concur in this rebellion against their King, but will never do that which most of his Subjects do, flatter him, but who will do that which few of his Subjects do, love and honour him, and let these join with me in this acclamation, Vivat Rex, Vivat Romu lus, Vivat Rex Romulus, in Eternum vivat.  
Whilst thus he spoke, conticuére omnes intentáque tenebant. Flaminius had such action in his speech, and grace in his action, as he raised attention with no less admiration than silence. For his Oration carried smoothness and concinuity enough with it to make many revolt from Lemuroc, only some few ambitious Lords, whether out of instigation, or as it hath been conjectured out of emulation, and jealousy to be eclipsed and over-shadowed by the fame and splendour of Flaminius, swayed their Tenants and domestic retenews, and fled to Lycidus (who by this time was entrenched in the plain of Mamrash some five miles from Nicosia) under whose ensign we will resign them, and assign our stile to the perfecting of our former designs.  
Flaminius' dispatched a Messenger to Amenides (whom he desired might join with him in his achievements, and partake of his glory) who soon left Dionella, of whom he took leave with tears in his eyes, she also contributing hers unto their grief, he went accompanied with the same sorrow which he left behind, and in ten day's space arrived at Cyprus, with 1000 valiant Neopolitans, whose spangled plumes of divers coloured feathers obumbrating their steely crests, and their gilded helmets, showed in semblance like Mars his burganets overshadowed with the golden tressalines of his fair paphian paramour; If unknown Choraebus with his troops of undaunted Ueterans were in Troy's extremity, welcome to the distressed Priamus, or the resolved bands of Achilles with his fierce Myrmidon's acceptable to the Grecians in the time of intestine skirmishes; how joyful then was Romulus at the arrival of Amenides in this time of disaster, wherein he more needed his Heroic actions, then either Priam or the Grecian Heroes did their proffered succouring aiders. By this time the Governors of the several Provinces (having fortified their Cities) repaired with their bands to Nicosia, where there was a general muster of Romulus his soldiers which amounted to the number of 40000. the day of battle between the two Armies was appointed on the morrow, and the Plains whereon it was to be fought were the prementioned Plains of Mamrash. As soon as the Celestial Waggoner had forsaken the watery lap of Thetis, and issuing out at the latticed portals of the Eastern Ocean had swiftly followed the flying darkness (which with sable wings had ta'en her speedy flight to the Western India) the thundering drums and shrill trumpets proclaimed the battle's approach.  
Romulus' his Army was thus ordered; against the approach of his reproachful enemies; the first Squadron was conducted by Yeslin Governor of the Province of Salamina, the second was given in charge to Amenides, the third was led by Flaminius, the fourth by Romulus the King, the last by Pruteus. This Army garnished with their discoloured plumes, raised such a lustre by the rays of the earth's illustrator, as heaven itself seemed to blush at the gorgeousness of the enriched earth, whose dusky face was so admirably garnished with such a glorious Army.  
Lycidus also divided his Army which consisted of 60000. men into divers squadrons, allowing to each squadron 10000 men, the first was carried on by Lemuroc, the second followed Turpill, the third Xanverde, the fourth was under Lycidus own conduct, the fifth had his Brother Silenus for its Leader, the last was commanded by Plitus. The signal of the battle being given, the two bodies engaged; and the earth loath to behold such cruelty, hid its face under a bloody mantle. Now the noise of the Soldiers (which was no less than the mad Sacrifices of Bacchus in Thebes and Phrygia, were wont to be the neighing of horses, the clashing of the Arms, the groans of the dying and wounded men, the obstrepency of the Canons and sounding granadoes drowned one another, and concurrd to make a discord, which at once both fed & frighted death. Now Charon sweated with plying his Oars, now Cerberus feared to admit so many of Romulus' rebellious Subjects, because he doubted (they were so enured to insurrections) that they would mutiny against Pluto. Now Radaman thus trembled to give censure against so many soldiers, lest they (disliking their doom) should make another riot, and break the peace. But because I would nothave the battle ended before I have described the manner of it, I will leave roving at Generals, and particularise some of the most eminent Combatants.  
Flaminius (having valour for his leader, and fortune for his Auxiliar) dealt down right blows (and them oft redoubled) upon his unabiding adversaries, his blood-bedabled sword guided by his ruthless hand cleft where it struck, it cut out more work for the Sexton then the Surgeon, it made no wounds but mortal ones, it left every one on whom it had discharged its fury either dying or dead.  
Here his frantic arm cleave horse and man insuna der at one blow, there it makes an Orphan, here widow, and so he remained pressing, and oppressing his enemies till being ringed about with the distracted and amazed multitude his steed was slain by Turpil but Flaminius so executed his vigorous rage upon him, as he made the Traitor to late repent his but lately offered injury, for burying his blade in his cursed stomach he made him (bleching out his life together with his blood, bid a sorrowful farewell, to his more than sorrowful soldiers, and he soon mounted himself on a fiery coursier, whose masters head he paid for his horse hire. Undaunted Romulus also, who chose rather to trust to his body a castle of bones, than one of stones, no sooner dealt blows, than these gave wounds, and those wounds, death, till at length his force decreasing, he was dismounted yet defended himself on foot till at last he espied, Flaminius coming, and then (whereas before he expected a noble death) he hoped for a glorious victory, for who can fear that hath Flaminius by him, whose very presence might appall his proudest foe, but how many he slew, (not stranger for number, then for the manner,) how he sent them to their deserved deaths, were a subject delectable to me to write, and to all to read, but I should be over tedious to discourse of every particular. Plitus advanced himselfeagainst Amenides, whose actions speak him higher than our Epithets, but the burnt child dreads the fire, the baited Bear will beware of the stake, the singed gnat dare not again flutter about the flame of the candle, the fish Sphyrana once entangled will shun the net, the dogs of Egypt once terrified by the Crocodile will seldom after lap at the banks of Nilus, and Pusillanimous Plitus having received two wounds sought by the swiftness of his horse a dishonourable safety, Lemuroc took his place and encountered Amenides, and it fared with him as with the young wrestler that came to the Olympic games, who having had a foil thought scorn to retreat till he received a fall, or him that being pricked in the finger by a bramble, thrust in his whole hand among the thorns for madness, for having divers wounds and not liking them, he left not, till he took that which was immedicable, & Amenides continued purpling the grass with blood and enriching the ground with pale carcases. Pruteus ran against Lycidus, and bearing him quite over his saddle, he made him take a new & more uneasy seat upon the croop of his palfrey, Yeslin and Silenus were so forward in the career, as the very earth seemed scarcely to bend under their horses hooves, with such exceeding celerity they passed to the encounter, but o the impartiality of the fates, o the atrocity of chance, The well accomplished Socrates and just Phocian were executed like Traitors, whilst Rebel Caesar was advanced, the cruel Severus lived prosperously and was adored, whilst the excellent Severus was miserably murdered, Sylla and Marius died in their beds, Pompey and Cicero slain, when they would have thought exile a happiness, and Yeslin, Loyal Yeslin, ●ell by the flesh-devouring hand of Silenus, but his blood being scattered like seed upon the ground, brought rich increase to Romulus, for his death gave desire to the most pitiful, and power of revenge to the most cowardly, and now between both armies began a most bitter bick●ing, but Lycidus his army being not able any longer to continue the conflict were enforced to fly, fear added spurs to their haste, Flaminius and Amenides added fury to valour, and desperateneffe to fury, and pursued them with their Squadrons, and prosecuted the pursuit as far as Ceratina erected by Cyprus (now called Cerines') whose perfidious governor Dromus surrendered it to Lycidus, Flaminius and Amenides, sat down before this City, where we will leave them and look over the plains of Mamrash. Here stood a head strong steed wanting nothing but a proud rider to guide him, there another drags his Lim-lopt Master up and down the field, the plains which were never before overfloud, are now drowned in blood, here lies a headless body, there a Limb newly discinded from that miserable trunk that lies yet groaning, here lies a gasping head cropped from its shoulders, there lie huge heaps of half dead bodies, whereof some curse fate, others blaspheme their misdisposed stars, one pities his poor widow, another commiserated his Luckless Orphans, and curse the night wherein the children were borne, because he must die and leave them unhappy, here lies a throng of liveless carcases, whose eyes are damned up with bloud-congealed dust, there grovells the Son whose hopes were all his aged Father's pleasure, there were slain in this battle (as is evident by the bills given in of the dead) of Romulus' party 500 whereof one was the honourable Lord Yeslin. Of Lycidus soldiers there fell 11000 and upward, among whom were Turpil and Xanverde of the nobility. Report carrying the fame of these wars tied unto his wings, brought it to Clorinda, whereupon (education having given her more languages, than nature tongues) she drew her thoughts into these ●es, adorned them with Roman attire, wrapped them in 〈◊〉 & dispatched them to Flaminius.  

Clorinda Flaminio.  
Pax tibi tuta venit (comptos redimita capillos)  
Nunc fulgent violae, Lilia flava, rosae.  
Massica pampinei florescunt dona Liaei  
Nunc vocat ad dulces tibia grata choros.  
Pace virente, casas habitat securus Amyntas  
Neve citat tutum hunc tristis ad arma tuba.  
At cum trita patent furibundi limina belli,  
Turnus & armiferas aptat ad arma manus,  
Aspicis undantes effuso sanguine campos  
Si venit in terras martia turba tuas.  
Exurit passim segires, magalia, villas,  
Mar●iaque artifici fulmina nube ruunt.  
Pace repertus amor, Mars spirat naribus ignem,  
Hic terram tumulis sarcinat, illa viris.  
Magnificis Pacem quis te non laudibus ornat,  
Ipsa Ceres, te nox induit, Ipsa Venus.   Clorinda. 
Arbella loathe any longer to see her Father's Kingdom sustain the miseries of war for her sake) fled secretly from the Court in a disguise, and apparralled herself in a tawny armour, having for her device an Austridge holding a horse shoe in his mouth, with this word Sic nutriuntur Forts, she repaired to the camp and sent this defy to Lycidus.  
Redoubted Lycidus its both repugnant to your honour and honesty, to seek to conquer that with Mars ●is lance, which can be subdued only by Cupid's shaft 〈◊〉 mean Arbellas' heart, appear therefore in the field forthwith armed at all points to prove by what right you seek the daughter's love by the destruction of her Father's Kingdom, be not inquisitive of my name b●t let it suffice you to know that I am Arbellas' friend and consequently your enemy.  
The stranger had no sooner veiwed the advantages of the ground, but Lycidus forthwith issued out of the Abbey (which was by this time straightened for want of Provision) with an armour of a sea green colour whereon was the Simulachres of Priamus and Hecuba hanging their heads in their bosoms, and with their naked hands upholding a death's head, whereon was written this composure, Nostrae spes tanta salutis, The stranger failed in his career, and was sent to write his foil with his helmet upon the dust, Lycidus (as rich in courtesy as courage) counting conquest by advantages rather stolen then accheived, left his sturdy steed to fight on foot, but Lycidus perceiving the stranger discovered more anger than either skill or strength, holding him far unworthy of his hate, pitied his weakness, and said, Sir Knight, I conceive you fitter to mask with Venus then march with Mars, to hold a distaff with Hercules, than a lance with Hannibal, or to handle a Lute in a Lady's chamber, than a spear in Bellona's Camp, contest therefore no more, but husband your strength, employ it against your enemy, for my part I am your friend and will spend my life to serve you for Arbellas' sake, whose friend you profess yourself, the stranger replied all the service I desire of you, is; that I have no service for you, but abused courtesy, in Lycidus begat wrath who united all his force, & cloven the perfidious Helmet of the stranger which struck him to the ground, he then thrust his glittering sword into his left side & having enloosed his helmet (intending to crop him shorter by the head) espied golden trammels of fair hair, falling down upon her shoulders, which witnessed that it was the beauteous Ar●●lla, whose coral lips trembled as if they were kissing death, the Lily and rose which were before united in her cheeks now broke their league, and commenced war, the Lily got the victory, and remained master of the field, and put the rose to flight, in her forehead where the wound was made a fresh tor rend of ruby blood (whose least drop might have ran somed Cupid, were he taken prisoner) strove to over flow its own fairness, here the rose took sanctuary being expulsed from her cheeks, in a word here was an Island of perfect white environed with a red sea, in whose deadly stream death came sailing, and arrived at the port made in her front, and soon chased the soul, though not the beauty from her lovely body.  
Now Lycidus (ashamed of his unlucky victory broke his sword, threw down his gauntlet, and in three days shipped his whole army to return to Sicily, he bequeathed his kingdom to his brother Silenus, and spent the residue of his discontented life, in the Monastery of mount Serat, where he became a Capouchin, His majesty out of the height of benignity passed a bill of indemnity, & pardoned his subjects, & as a leg broke well set is stronger than before, and as a bow cracked and well mended sounder than ever, so his people's hearts were in the most corroborated chains of love and obedience chained him by this singular example of clemency for Le pardonner n'est moindre vertu aux grauds quand' lis sont offencez, que le vengeance vice aux petits quand ils sont injuriez, to forgive is no less virtue in Princes, when they are offended, than revenge is a vice in the common sort, when they are wronged, but to proceed, because his majesty would not have the grief for Arbella's, death make a full conquest of his great mind, he admitted of this pastoral Eclogue.  

An Eclogue.  
The King's magistie being seated, and the room filled with spectators of quality, Flaminius and Amenides, entered in a rural disguise, intending to summon their senses, to attend their pastimes, to show their alacrity, for the new established peace, and celebrate their Lady's excellencies, under the pastoral names of Julietta, & Floretta, calling themselves. Archus, and Plaindor, Archus (which was Flaminius) disguised begun thus.  Archus. 
Come swain assume thy slighted pipe, and play  
Upon thy oaten reed a rounde-lay,  
Come warble amorous anthems, call to be  
Partakers in thy mirth the Napaeae,  
That haunt arbusted groves, those rural powers  
That live enshrined in oaken curled bowers,  
Among the sapplins tall, whose shady roof  
Are ringletts knit of branching elm, star proof,  
Call Naiades from their obscure sluse  
By which his Alpheus met his Arethuse,  
Call mountain Orcades for to comply  
To further with us this solemnity,  
Call the thrice three sweet Aganipian Nymphs  
That steeps the fancy in Heliconian lymphs  
Of eloquence, and strains heroical  
To help us tune our dulcet madrigal.  
Avaunt thou Styx borne sadness, I'll take care  
Thou shalt be missed no more, the shadow's are  
I'th' deep of night, when Morpheus Leaden key  
Lock mortals under a black canopy,  
Rejoice, and Jocaean sing to me  
Now Janus folding gates close bolted be,  
Sicilian tyrants are returned home  
Mars is appeased with a hecatomb.  
The tempest's o'er, the Cyprian ocean's calm,  
Our victor's brows are crowned with wreaths of palm.  Plaindor. 
For Monuments we've hung up bruised arms,  
To pleasuers we've converted ●ern alarms  
And dreadful marches to delightful greetings,  
And harnessed squadrons into merry meetings.  
Grim Visaged war hath smoothed his brow, in stead  
Of mounting of a fiery barbed steed.  
To fright pale foes, now all in a qualm  
He capes in a Lady's Amphithalme.  
Bends all his nerves, and every means he'll prove  
To the lascivious pleasing of his love.  
No more the fruitful name of Cuirassier  
Shall scare our swains, or fleet Harquebusier.  
We shall dispute no more what cavalry  
Or ammunition mean, or infantry  
The Pouldron and Vantbrace, the casque the sheare  
The flanks both right and left, the front, the rear  
Are Exotic words whose very sound  
Shall be no more heard in Cyprian ground.  
Nor rank, nor file, less when we go a maying  
All in a row, or when we be a playing  
At Course a Park, or telling of a tale  
To the Ranked Lasses at a Whitsun ale.  
I ne'er shall see a sword, but such as grow  
Upon a flitch of Bacon, never know  
An other pike but such as daily glides  
Along the softly whistling riv' le's sides  
And by Meander's rushy frienged bank,  
Where grows the willow green, and Osier dank  
I near shall Loricate, or embrace arms  
But such as are Floretta's voice of harms.  
No shield but that of sinewy brawn we●e bear  
Turn thou thy blade to knives great warrior  
To subdue Geese, and Capons, and caronse  
Healths in thy close hilt in a frolic bouse.  
To Tabers change thy drum, to kits thy fife  
Let Bagpipes and shrill Harpsicons be rife,  
Come change thy trumpet and Bellona's flute  
To the loud cimbals, Viol, Harp and Lute,  
Whilst in this piping time, these Haltion days  
We do contest who best their Loves can praise.  Arcas. 
Hark Plaindor then how I anatomize  
My Julietta, and her encomionize.  
Were all the goddesses composed in one  
They would come short of her perfection.  
Grace headed morn blush to see her more bright  
Then th'eye of Moon, or her excelled Light.  
The dangling Trammels of her curious hair  
Then fine fair flax, are far more small and fair.  
Those golden threads in an even order set  
Entangle hearts, like fishes in a net.  
Her front is the perfection of delight  
The down of Venus' doves is not so white.  
What covert charms, what latent magic lies  
Within the circles of her speaking eyes.  
Beams shot from heaven like to a fiery dart  
Transfixed my soul, and scorched my ravished heart  
When peerless beauty did her cheeks compose  
Th' ingredients were the Lily, and fresh rose.  
They are like a plum which blush (the sole cause is)  
'Cause Phoebus now and then doth steal a kiss.  
Her strait nose, dimpled chin, incirled ears  
A snowy suit, or Ivory mantle wears.  
The porphier portals of her honoured words  
A relish most mellifluous affords.  
From these Jemms clad in ruby livery  
I cull fresh balm to heal loves malady  
Her teeth like orient pearl or ivory be  
Or like the new borne blossoms on a tree.  
Her thrice celestial voice which bless our ears  
Proclaims its consanguinity with th'spheres.  
Her neck more comely than the polished tower  
Whose walls Jove scaled in a Tagean shower  
Her arms in hue heavens milky zone surpass  
Or white Aequoreall Neptune's foamy face.  
Her lovely arms are like pressed curds, there stand  
Leda's pale Swan immewred in either hand.  
Now Muse return into the milky way  
Where Cupid (in a sweat) abathing lay  
About this beauteous dale on either hand  
Loves Alps and Venus Pireney mountains stand,  
With Azure curls each is inammeled round  
And with a soft red Porphier berry crowned.  
These are two Apples ta'en from Paradise  
The grace's use to sport in wanton wise  
Under their shades Pomena's ripe fruit fall  
From lofty trees moved by no wind at all.  
To do them homage, Cupid sucks from hence  
His sunshine days and love his influence.  
Greece borne and banished love seeking to find  
A domicil where he might sit enshrined  
Parching himself in Juliettas' eyes  
Intended in her heart to signorize  
But finding that too cold for's resience  
He took his flight to my close heart from thence,  
where with some firebrands, which himself did lay  
He singed his wings and must for ever stay.  
Her breast a field of Lilies whiter showing  
Then those Alcinons in thy Garden growing.  
Fair Erycina's Ida next to that  
Or Athos stand, or Cupid's Ararat.  
Beneath this lies loves mediterranean  
The gulf of Venice leading to th'isle of Man.  
To praise the Coloums of this structure, this  
Adored bulk, this amorous edifice  
Were a fit theme for the elaborate lines  
Of ever honoured Maro, whose worth shines  
Bright in the lamp of poesy, and raise  
As many trumps as men to chant his praise.  
In softness they the silk worm's web surpass  
Woven in levy shop, on Looms of grass.  
In whiteness Albion cliffs, in smoothness the  
Repumicated glass of Normandy.  
Her round small feet beneath her robe do run  
Now out, now in, as if they feared the sun.  Plaindor. 
Floretta has for Dioniaea power  
To make each place she comes in Cupid's bower.  
Nature did summon every grace to meet.  
At the composure of a saint so sweet;  
And with more beauties they did her invest  
Then Cabalinean Poets have expressed  
I'th' comely Aspect of the Paphian Queen  
Or more than in Corinnas' face was seen.  
My Love a quarry is, or Cabinet  
Where beauteous nature her choice gems hath set.  
Her amber locks shine like the Topas bright,  
Or golden Carbuncle, or Chrysolite  
Her eyes at each glance rutilate and spark  
Like Diamonds in murk, tenebrous dark:  
Her fair enfolded ears, high front, nose, chin  
Resemble the hate-spot Emerlin.  
Argent and Gules in her cheeks kindly mix  
As in the particoloured Jasponix.  
The orifice, or ports of her words are  
In colour Coral, in worth Cinoper.  
Her pearl like teeth are an even placed row  
Of occidental Margarites which grow  
In her fresh Ruby gums, her round soft breasts  
Where Cydias pigeons fanbricate their nests  
Are Alabaster circumstructures, one  
Loves Ossa is, the other Pelion.  
Warm azure veins (by prudent Nature's skill)  
Inamell and environ either hill,  
Streams of dissolved Jazul, circling founts  
Of liquid Turquois in these lovely mounts  
Make many pretty Islands, which appear  
Some Oval, some in figure of a Sphere.  
Her hands those gems of love Antimony  
Her digits nails Arabian Oynx be.  
She's a chaste Emerald, and that this list  
Might perfect be, her hearts' an Amethyst.  
Not stubborn and obdurate, but a heart  
Soon penetrated with loves wanton dart.  
Nor can the buckets of our rustic choir  
Quench this Asbeston flaming with Love's fire.  
The harmony of loveliness and grace  
Combineth in the magic of her face.  
FINIS.   

AMORIS NULLUS.  
Flaminius' and Amaenides when their sport was passed fell to their repast, and after that retired into a flowery seld to digest their thoughts, rather than their supper, as they were here ambulatory they espied a comet darting its flaming beard from the ruddy sky to the Appalled earth, this prodigious omen was attended on by formidable thunder, and unusual fulgurations, the Aghast earth trembled, and with fear fell into convulsion fits, and Madam nature seemed to run mad, as she did when Caesar died, and small pieces of minced flesh descended in the manner of a shower, as it was once at Rome. Flaminius' and Amenides after they had filled their eyes with these prodigies impoverished their clothes to enrich their beds, and with what certain imaginations are the slumbers of some eminent personages adumbrated? the day before that execrable assassinate was committed on the person of great Henry the fourth King of France, (by Revillac an obscure varlet) the Queen was crowned, and that night succeeding her coronation, and the preceding the King's murder, she dreamt that the diamonds with which she was crowned, the day before were metamorphosed into pearls which are the emblems of tears. William Rufus the morning before he was unfortunatly shot in hunting, dreamt that an extreme cold wind passed through his sides.  
And Flaminius in his nocturnal unquiet repose, conceived that those pastoral weeds, with which he had been disguised were converted into regal robes, and that that paganical bonnet which encircled his head was transformed to an imperial diadem, and that that rustic sheephook which filled his hand, was transmuted to a royal Sceptre. Amaenides also being consopiated and lulled asleep with multiplicity of cogitations, the ghost of king Romulus appeared to him with his head bound about with a wreath of Cypress, and suddenly this ruthful voice exuscitated him out of his repose, Romulus is disceased, whom our muse shall condole in this elegy.  

In obitum serenissimi potentissimique principis Romuli Eleg●ia funebris.  
Romulus, Aonidum de●us altus, honosque Gradivi,  
Insignis patriae nobilis atque pater,  
Qui modo terrificis tot regna lacesserat armis,  
Celsa fuit nostro Qui Cynosura polo.  
Qui fuit Euboicos dignus transcendere fines,  
Atque trisaeclini sêcla vetusta ducis.  
Qui fuit Haemonio dignus iuvenescere succo  
Aesonijsque oculis claudere, fata subit.  
Heu mihi, fata subit, (Stygia haecvox faucibus haesit)  
Nec favet officio mors inopina suo.  
Crudeles nimium Parcae, crudelia fata,  
Crudeli nimium stamina rupta manu  
Delacerate comas invenes, & tundite palmis  
Pectora, purpureas imbre rigate genas.  
Lugete Aonides, vos que altiloqui quibus offered  
Culta Heliconiadem Caliopea lyram,  
Uos Colophoniaci modulis vlulate poetae  
Occidit Aonij gloria summa chori.  
Lugent Sithonici ducis inclita castra sequentes  
Nam tulit atra viris, quae dedit alba dies.  
Omnia funesto tumeant jam flumina fletu,  
Atque fluant lachrymae more fluentis aquae.  
Indoluit Phoebus radians, Heliconis alumnae  
Implerunt gemitu Castalidumque nemus.  
At nonulterius canimus, jam linquimus udo  
o'er ipso lachrymis verba Ligata natant.   
FINIS.   

DOLORIS NULLUS.  
This glorious King was well beloved and as much lamented as any that ever swayed the Cyprian Sceptre, he was admired and adored as the world's wonder, and heaven's darling, the love & fiduciary obedience which he had from his subjects was drawn as a thread through a needls eye out of the apprehension of affection, his body the earthly cabinet wherein so many heavenly endowments had been stored up, as if all virtues had made a confluence in him, their centre) was eviscerated and polivied and carried upon a chariot drawn by six horses covered with sable velvet (whose pensive posture made them seem sensible of their master's loss) to the funeral pile, never were ashes replete with more wealth, his obsequy and funeral solemnities resembled the fire, wherein the body of Archemorous was consumed, coruscant jewels did crackle, heat dissolved, silver streamed, and gold melted, embroidered vestments were consumed, and huge sublime oaks (fatted by the juice of Assyrian gums) penetrated the sky, with bright shining flames, fired honey and Safforan hissed, full bowls of wine, and goblets of blood, and milk were poured out, potentates and nobles encircled the pile, and the eyes of the rest were infected with their weeping, thrice their weapons clash, and four times their bruised arms echoed, as oft the meaner subjects struck their bared breasts, and filled the air with out cries, They were drowned in Sadness to see the potentates drenched in such sorrow, the Plebeians lamented with trickling tears to bear the diapason in the peers melancholy music, herds of lowing cattle and beasts half slain were devoured by another wasteful fire, the honoured dust of this renowned Prince, Patriot & Patron shall be deplored with perpetual elegies, this glorious sun which was set in the terrene Horizon, and translated to shine in heaven, was enclosed in a slender urn, and adorned with this Epitaph.   

EPITAPHIUM. MIRACULI HOMINUM ROMULI REGIS.  

Immortal de●us patriae, sol vni●us orbis,  
Doctorum sidus, Sophiae, iustitiae ocellus.  
Pelliger invictis Martis laus Romulus armis  
Inque intentè ●oga Charitum mellita voluptas  
His jacet; ante diem fatis ereptus iniquis.  
Sic furibunda suis mors sceptra ligonibus aequat.   
Thus was the dust (though not the immortal fame) of this monarch (of famous memory) interred, but now his imperial throne was empty, his kingdom was an Anarchy, the lords brooked not a confused democracy, and the commons affected not an Aristrocracy, or oligarchy, but all sorts applauding regality, (knowing deux testes sur vn' corpse est chose monstrue two heads on one body is a monstrous thing, unnanimously expected a new monarch, the line of Romulus did determine in Arbella (whose Tragedy is prementioned) wherefore by unite consent Flammius (whose mother Capricia, was sister to Romulus) was proclaimed King of Cyprus (the fortunate Island the paradise of pleasure, The granary of Cores, the wine cellar of Bacchus, the best Salt-pit of Neptune) in the place of his defunct uncle. His inauguration or public coronation was prorogued for forty days, which were spent in mourning for their late Sovereign, and this term expired, his way was spread with scarlet cloth & he in a sumptuous chariot of gold, the wheels being purest ebonv, and covering of crimson satin, crosbard with staves of gold, rode to the temple of Venus, where he was crowned, and seated upon a cushion stuffed with the hearts of his subjects, as he returned, home to the palace, his guard and attendants sung these verses.  

Haec sacra Erithraeis lux est signanda lapillis.  
Semper habenda bona est multo in honore dies.  
Nunc festo pulsanda pedeest tellus, & amaenis  
Nunc ornanda sacri floribus ara Jovis.  
Plaudite nervosi juvenes, reddantur honores  
Caelicolis, festis addite thura focis  
Addite fragrantes quos misit Eous odores  
Quosque Hispana novo pinus ab orbe tulit.  
Flaminius solium hodie petit altus eburnum,  
Ornat honoratas clara corolla comas,  
Uive diu faelix, patriae pater optime nostrae  
Et numeres annos quot tua vota vocant.   
Now Flaminius was to execute justice, as before Magnanimite now he made his life the example of his Laws, and his Laws the maxios arising from his deeds, so that I might with as much facility describe the whole art of good government, as his proceedings honour and regality, make a difference between the nearest relations, and degrees of state, distinguish betwixt the most intimate associates, Flaminius and Amaenides, (which before were entire familiars,) now do not so much as discourse but at a distance, Romulus his death made the one a royal sovereign, the other a Loyal subject, though fortunes next task was to elevate him, even ad culmen honoris, ad Regium Fastidium, and this means she used to accomplish her intention, She prompted him to invade Sicily, and that he might gild his projecst with a specious pretence, he pretended to revenge the invading of Cyprus, and to pay Silenus in his own coin, and to punish him by the law of retaliation, By his formidable courage in war, and facetious carriage in peace he purchased and entailed the people's affections to him, who were now ambitious to court any occasion, to evidence to him how much they were his servants, they thronged to enrol themselves, under so heroic a chieftain who when he had listed 30000. resolved warriors enbarqued for Sicily, to whom we will say as the Greek Commander did to Teucer, 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 proceed, and prosper.  
Flaminius was no sooner warm in his Throne, than he was fired with the thought of Clorindas' Love, these cogitations were winged with desire of fruition, these wings (he having constituted Pruteus his vicegerent in his absence,) carried him to his port town Famagosta, which is erected upon a palm betwixt too promontories, in form almost quadrangular, whereof two parts are washed by the Sea, here he enbarqued for the impress and empress of the Sea, the darling of the Caerulian god, the female paradise, England, after four days sail this noble fleet (consisting of twenty ships) was descried by an armada of Algire pirates whose first salutations were the thundering reports of galley roaring pieces, the Cyprians in a quick reply sent out a back sounding echo of fiery flying shots, which make an Equi-nox to the clouds, the pirates presented them with another voll which rebounded backward in their own perturbed breasts the ambiguous sounds of fear and hope, now they all turned broad sides, and be 'gan the monomachy boarding one another, now the equorean park put on a new Livery, & was invested in a purple robe, the glittering fishes which use to be men's fosterment, have men's blood for their aliment and element, Phoebus seeing so many wounded persons takes up his bed, fearing lest they should leave him no room, descended from his Olympian Chariot, and crowded in with them, so that the two shattered fleets were compelled by the tenebrositie of the night to end the conflict, the Cythereans, (the Pirates being discomfited and dispersed) steered forward to Albion's Imperial chamber Troyntvant, where their spousalls were celebrated, with as many compliments of State as magnificence could give, or regality receive, Clorinda (like the sunes Hellotropeian flower that shuts its yellow Curtain, when he declineth and opens it again at his fair rasing.) at her Lord's departure closed up all delights, but now at his return courted them again, having a new and fiery spirit dancing upon her amorous heartstrings The bridegroom's Suit was tissue, his cloak cloth of gold, whose buttons were the richest and largest Diamons that ever Prince wore, or Subject saw, the Bride's gown was of white velvet having at every seam a lace of gold and row of Rubies, her fair hair had nothing on it but golden ribbon twisted like a diadem, which begird her high fronted forehead, and fell down upon her back, closed up at each end with the richest Jewel in the oriental Cabinet, her neck (which stained the whiteness of her garment) was adorned with, (or rather did adorn,) a carcanet of Indian pearl, for rich attire which is the sole ornament of Sophisticated and Plebeian beauties, did derive that lustre and gracefullnesse which it had from her elegant feature, which I dare not delineate, in all its dimensions lest (Gentlemen Readers) I should prejudice you, which intended only to delectate, and make all your hearts (which were lately your own freehold) to be copy hold in fee of her, let it suffice them to know that she was a Lady of a flowing sweetness, and the living glory of noble Ancestors, whose virtue and beauty were above all Titles.  
When Phoebus had spread his sweaty limbs upon his marine couch, the happy couple followed his example & bedded also, to whose solemnities Bombar chanted this Epithalamium.  

Epithalamium.  

Mirror of Men, 'tis Venus will  
Thou shouldst approve thy abler skill  
In loves Pharsalia, that she  
As well as Mars may boast of thee.  
Thy foe is the selected flower  
Of Albion's knot or beauty's bower  
A Cytherean Amazon.  
Loves Penthesilean champion.  
Imprison her in thy foulding arms  
And stoutly strike up loves alarms:  
And satiate with agile delights  
Your unrestrained appetites.  
My joy, and happy Omens meet  
With pleasure in the genial sheet.   

In this sportive Sciamachie  
Where lips both shafts and targets be  
No cannons are, thy head to shroud  
In a blue mist or smoky cloud.  
This is Cupid's jolly feast  
Who proud to please so choice a guest,  
Through loves Alimbique thee invite  
To distil the joys of night,  
And from thy Mycrocosme by  
The art of Paphyan Chymistrie,  
One Catapasmian balm derive,  
Which may preserve thy name alive.  
May joy and happy Omens meet  
With pleasure in the genial sheet.   

Both these whom Hymen here untie  
Make up but one Hermaphrodite  
Let their affections (Queen of love,)  
Within the same sphere always move,  
And never terminate or know  
A thing called period, but grow  
And with their wreathes be always seen  
Like Daphne clothed in April's green.  
Thou that canst thy trophies show  
O'er these, and o'er thy mother too,  
Kindle daily their desires  
Towards one another with new fires.  
May joy and happy omens meet  
With pleasure in the genial sheet.   

The influence of stars above  
Do Sympathise with sacred love  
This night by Venus' assignation  
Of two is made one constellation  
For Uirgo is (to shine more free)  
Transferred into Gemini.  
These twinkling stars concur to bear  
A Hieroglyphic of you here,  
But stop here muse now Juno's rites  
Wait to be done, extinguish lights,  
Lest by their glaring is descried  
The blushing of the bashful bride.  
My joy and happy omens meet  
With pleasure in the genial sheet.    
Whilst golden mouthed Bombar sung these, the hearers seemed to be charmed by the magic of his airs, and to be deprived of all motions in their bodies, their hearts were ravished with his wonderful harmony, and their ears chained to the sweetness of his tongue: but because these lover's happiness should be no longer provoked every one avoided the room and emptied their clothes to fill their beads, having their heads filled with dreams of that felicity they envied in others, and longed for in themselves, by that time the morning's mistress with dishevelled tressalines had ten times taken possession of the air, and as oft released it again to Cynthia, these Princes prepared to return to their own kingdom where they monarchized in the most unlimited latitude of supremacy.  

Let ruffling Eurus in Aeolian jail  
Lie close confined without main prize or bail.  
Come Amphitrite with thy sea green train  
Of Nymphs to trip it o'er the liquid plain,  
Come Doris with thy watery band, and all  
The Druid crew Chrysostomaticall.  
Come Crescis, and sweet tongued Cymodocea,  
With Zantho, and aequoriall Amothea.  
With golden tressalines Dexamine  
Come hand in hand both blithe Cymothae.  
Through Neptune's park this Navy dance before  
And usher it to Cyprus peeble shore.   
The sea shouted for joy to bear Clorinda, and the windsung aloud his gladness to court her, he filled the Canvas wings of the fleet with auspicious gusts, and carried it with a pegasian celerity to the intended harbour, the shore was made a goodly Theatre, the rocks and battlements were crowned with venerable age, and lovely lasses, pressing to obtain a glimpse of their new Queen, who being crowned, and seated at Nicosia, this Masque was prepared for the entertainment of their Majesties.    

DEORUM DONA A MASQVE.  
Presented before Flaminius and Clorinda, King and Queen of Cyprus at their Regal Palace in Nicosia.  
LONDON, Printed for I: H. T: H. T: I. 1647.   

DEORUM DONA. A Masque Presented before Flaminius and Clorinda.  
THe palace being hung with rich Babylonian tapestry, of various shapes wrought by the needle of Semyramas, and perfumed with the wealthy gums of Parchica, such as the Arabian bird fills her nest with, when she prepares to sacrifice herself, and their Majesties (clothed in the precious skins of ermines, wearing crowns, whose lustre dimmed Ariadne's coronet embellished with the glorious Olympian lamps) being seated, the first thing obvious to the sight, was a rich ornament that enclosed the Scene, on the one side stood a man, bearing a Sceptre, with a hand, and an eye in the palm, in the other hand a book, on his head a chaplet of Amaranthus, his cuirass was of gold, with a palludamentum of blue, and antique bases of crimson, his foot trampled on the head of a Serpent, by him was imported just Government, opposite to him stood two young women in draperies, with their arms joined, the one denoting the glory of Princes, the other mansuetude. The curtain was white, and a pale red in panes, which suddenly flying up discovered a fair prospect of the palace, and the city Nicosia, which being the Metropolis of the Kingdom, might (Synechdocally) be taken for it all.  
The Genius of the Country warned by a loud masick descended, and entered.  GENIUS. 
WHen Jove, and nature metamorphosed  
The undigested lump, (which was the bed  
Of indisposed confusion) a rude load  
Where scuffling seeds of things misplaced abode.  
Where springs, ponds, lakes immense and hewtes curled  
Were with things hot, dry, humid, frigid hurled.  
So when the game is played, the Chessmen be  
Though dignified with names of majesty,  
Though Godlike Kings, or reverend Bishops they,  
Or honourable Lords be called i'th' play,  
Or Knight's errand or worthies of the grown,  
They're altogether into one bag thrown.  
But to our task, when out of this dull mass  
By heavenly Alchemy extracted was  
A world well ordered, and methodical,  
The fire and thin air were highest placed  
The solid self clogged earth did lowest fall  
And was by the vast Ocean embraced,  
In whose large precincts many sea-girt lands  
And Islands fenced by salt water stands,  
Which Amphitrite with her cripst locks him  
So various gems inlay a diadem,  
Neptune his tributary gods that graces  
Gives them the government of these small places,  
And let them wear their saphrie crowns, and wield  
Their little tridents in their watery field;  
But this fair Isle which of its self affords  
Matter to build an Ocean furrowing ship  
From the top gallant to the keels low bottom,  
And furnish it with tackling, and munition  
Without the help of exotic addition.  
Unto his blue haired deities he quarters,  
And he himself with a brave flying guard  
Of winged coursers, her ingarison.  
Then her indulgent guardian provided  
A ruler worthy of so rare an Isle,  
But Jove observing his just government  
took him to his Olympus there to be  
His colleague, vicegerent, deputy,  
His life we loved, and wished, but he expired  
Your happiness is of our hearts desired.  
And you the orb where power, and beauty move  
Fair Queen of Amathusia, and love,  
Each Subject hath erected on his heart  
A vestal flaming Altar, to offer up  
A thankful sacrifice for your arrival,  
At this white hour, t'enclose so fair a guest  
Our Land waxed proud, and I the Genius  
Am by so great a presence weakt, and glory  
To bid you welcome in your subjects names,  
Whose hearts dance in their eyes for joy of you,  
Their pulses all beat music, and their blood  
Beat in their blew-rooft channels a soft measure,  
Even as the radiant Olympic coal  
Whose heat thaws annually the icy pole,  
By his coruscant beams correct the sight,  
Of mortals eyes that dare gaze on light,  
Even so you move in so sublime a sphere  
With awful reverence, and regal fear,  
Majestic Queen, your sacred majesty  
Fires kindled by your eyes do qualify,  
For you (Adored Cypria) had been  
The whole world's Mistress, if no Cyprian Queen.  
Phoebus and Cynthia of our hemisphere,  
Father, and Mother, of our fertile Isle,  
May your admired court, and reign become  
The pattern for all Prince's imitation  
And be the copy Kings strive to write after,  
Heaven crown my wish, whilst earth concur to sing  
Kind fortune fan you with a courteous wing.  Enter Forture conducting fame and virtue. Fortune. 
Translucent twins of Love, and majesty  
I that of things ad libitum dispose,  
And this man elevate, and that depose,  
I that advanced Servus Tullius  
That tumbling came into the spacious world,  
A vassal cadit or cosmopolite.  
Even to the Apex of all mundan honour,  
I that cast Mustapha the Idiot  
From th' Ottoman throne, & sealed Osman there  
And dandled him in my lubricious arms,  
Till weary of my dalliance I threw him down,  
Invested Mustaph in his pristine state,  
Reducing Osman to such penury  
He begged a draught of water at a fount,  
Then out of cruel pity I commanded  
An obscure janisary to dispatch him,  
I, that made Arlots Illegitimate son  
To sway the sceptre of rich Albion,  
I have deposed my variableness  
And sworn allegiance to fair constancy,  
I'll never interrupt your happiness  
By any churlish or disastrous frown,  
Which oath is as irrivocable as  
The strict law of the Medes and Persians was,  
About your palaces the yellow streams  
Of Tagus, Isberus, and Pactolus,  
Shall run & meet there with the Indian Ganges.  
Little petty homagers all stubborn Princes  
Shall prostrate their shining sceptres at  
Your most majestic feet and greedily  
Shall glory in your royal servitude,  
Crowns piled on crowns shall pave your happy paths,  
And Captive Kings wait on your chariot.  
And erect statues to your memories  
Which shall survive Egyptian Pyramids,  
And last when Hiems hath frozen up the world,  
And when old palsy time shall droop, and halt  
Being o'er worn, and moth-eaten with years.  
Your joys still bud, and grow, and gemminate  
And not be capiable to terminate.  Fame. 
Before Jove's spangled portals (with a crew  
Of bright aerial souls) I dwell ensphered  
Chanting the conquests of the son's of valour  
And magnifying their great names, which last  
Unbitten by the canker worm of time,  
I near can take a trump to carol forth,  
Some royal Potentates heroic name,  
But Mars still rounds me in the ear, and says,  
Fame sing Flaminius' worth, whose mighty facts  
Hath made the world a register of's acts,  
Whose manly heart propitious Jove doth bless  
With haughty spirit, that spirit with success,  
Victorious success with lasting glory  
Which glory makes his martial feats a story,  
Whose spreading fame with grey haired time shall vie  
And be companion of eternity.  
When I would blaze a beauty Venus comes  
And with her fatal magic charms me thus,  
Hark thou repositor of comeliness,  
From Albion's Isle where silver Thames does dally  
With the even bosom of the spongy sands  
And often wash the fructifying sides  
Of her beloved banks, with wanton tides,  
I have transplanted to my Cyprian Isle  
Clorinda, from whose fair sun bright eyes  
Issue such sparkling heart surprising rays,  
As proclaim her the wonder of her days,  
Her brow excell's the Rodopeian snow,  
Her silken hair which in curled ringlets grow  
Might make so many strings for Cupid's bow.  
Her eyes can make a stubborn soldier melt  
Although his heart be hearder than his shield,  
Each smile of hers hath a magnetic force  
To attract souls, her Angel's voice can charm  
A Satire rude, and rock his wanton soul  
Into Elysian slumbers, let her be  
Genophilus the subject of thy song.  
Erect a temple to her honoured name  
The Virgin choir shall make it their devotion  
To pay her grateful Paeans, and to crown  
With ever springing garlands her fair statue;  
I have descended through the silver orbs  
To satisfy these deities, I've ta'en  
A shrill resounding trumpet, new, and clean,  
Lest it it should taint my breath, whilst I blaze forth  
Your names which as in deep graven characters  
Shall last for times immortal process sure,  
Whilst Phoebus, Phoebe, and nights fry endure.  Virtue. 
Bright ornaments of the heaven covered world  
To whom the far famed Cyprian nation bow  
I' most obsequious, and willing knees,  
On whose illustrious fronts the regal crown  
Imprint no rigorous, and austere frowns  
Your subjects hopes of joy to batter down.  
But whose auspicious, and calmer eyes  
Pronounceth omens of ensueing joy,  
And defuse hopes of safety to their hearts,  
Which pious reverence doth thaw to streams  
Flowing i'th' current of obedience.  
Your Raigne's become a lecture of piety  
Which transfuse through your court an admiration,  
And Zealous ardour of its imitation,  
Nay the high towering flames do penetrate  
The dapled sky, and make Gods emulate,  
Jove envy your rare virtues (Potent Prince)  
And Juno (Mighty Queen) your share of graces,  
Which make you so resplendent in all places.  Now the music sounded and fortune, fame, and virtue, danced to its measures, Corantoes, Durettoes, Moriscoes, Galliards, and sung thus, Fortune. 
With gentle stars I will concur in influence,  
On you of all joys to confer the confluence.  Fame. 
With every jocand spring your fames shall bud, and grow,  
No envious gust your fragrant names can make to blow.  Virtue. 
Your loves I'm tried in hard assays Majestic pair  
Now shall a crown of deathless praise adorn your hair.  Fortune. 
Your joys which on a Helix move no evil shall cross  
Till Lachesis webs preys do prove to Atropos.  Virtue. 
Then Royal Sir, and Regal bride my golden key  
Shall open the palace where abide Eternity.  Fame. 
Your days shall daune with every day and shine, and glow  
Tributes of praise each age shall pay yet still must owe.  
Exeunt.  
The Scene was transformed to that part of the Sea, that washes the Cyprian shore, on the one hand were erected two pedestals, whereon Captains lay chained, on the other hand a woman in a sea green drapery heightened with silver, on her head a corona rostrata, with one hand holding the rudder of a ship, with the other a little winged figure with a branch of palm, and a garland, this woman denoted naval victory.  
When the soft music sounded, Neptune and a chorus of Marine Nymphs ascended, with a sea triumph of children riding on sea horses, and young Tritons, with their writhe trumpets, they all sung this ditty.  

Best of men, and best of Kings,  
Homage and peace thy Navy brings  
Where ere she spreads her canvas wings,   

Thy Foemen when thy flags appear  
Are half subdued with Panic fear  
Lest thou towards them thy course shouldst steer.   

Alas they preliate in vain  
against thy winged Pegasean train  
Which gives club law upon the main.   

We all thy Palizadoes be  
To keep thy ebbing Ocean free  
From storms, and filching piracy.   

A greedy Foe with as small toil  
Another land may sack, and spoil  
As touch thy sea Nymph guarded soil.   

Should we give reins to floods once more  
Till earth and sea one visage bore  
And that Sea knew no bounding shore,   

Thy moving bowers would in pride  
Supported by the raging tide  
Triumphing o'er the drowned ball ride.   

Then would o'er plains and hillocks too  
Thy wounded pinas to visit go  
High mountains where they once did grow.   
Exeunt.  
The Scene changed to a magnificent palace, adorned with all manner of diliciousnesse, Comas appeared & said.  

Come le's dispeople all four elements,  
And when we've ran th' rough all the register  
Of past delights, le's set and study new ones,  
Dark veiled Cocytto stay thy ebon chair  
Wherein thou triumphest with Herate  
And let not nice mourn on the Indian steep  
Peep from her cabined loop hole, let no cock  
His matins ring, till pomp, and revellry  
Have ta'en their fills, with mask, and pageantry.  
Let midnight see our feast and jollity  
And wear a blacker mask, as envious  
Of our dance, jocund rebecks, and wreathed smiles.  
Now Tellus is arrayed in fresh attire  
And pricked, and decked with Flora's tapestry,  
And each groves Choristers do warble anthems  
And all to grace this night's solemnity.  
Now that blithe youth upon whose clustered locks  
A wreath of jvy berries set, have crushed  
From purple grapes a most Nectarian juce  
That mortals may with freedom entertain  
Blithe joy, and debonair mirth, which again  
At this good time to visit mortals deign.  
Music whose losty tones grace Princes crowned  
Unto this novall coronation sound.  
Fame with a blast as love as rattling thunder  
Proclaim this pompous frolic holiday,  
That Jeve may know of our quips, and cranks  
And to bear part in our smooth dittyed pranks  
Leave vaulted heaven, and his sky Robes put off  
And pure ambrosial weeds of Iris woof,  
Attended by Coruscant constellations  
Who to present shall make it their next task  
Before your Majesty's a nother mask.   
Let us leave these Potentates in their Court, the mansion of flourishing pleasure, (where delight in all her shapes, and studied varieties, every minute courted their souls to actuate their chief felicities) and step o'er the Sea to Ameindes, who at his landing fell down (by his foot slipping) and brought up some earth in his hand, as if he had taken livery and seisne of the Country, he soon stormed the ancient seat of the Sicilian Kings Palermo the happy (so sir-named for the delightful situation) but Lilenus came quickly down, with a resolute legion, who made a hedge with their own bodies to impede the progress of Amenides, and finding him possessed of Palermo, he then besieged him: but he, because he could not take a sound sleep: but Hercules-like with club in hand because of the befiegers, challenged his enemies to let fortune decide the controversy in a pitched field; which being assented to, and his army marshaled because he was to venture all his stock in one bottom, and to stand to the success of one Croysado, he sharpened and festinated his Army's animosity with Brachylogie.  
My heroic Heroe's, and courageous Compeers, my intention is to cuspidate and set an edge upon your magnanimity, and to cause an ebulition and boiling up of our high wrought spirits to the height, now when you had need of Robor & aes triplex circa pectus, a breast plate of adamant, a burganet of steel, to make you impenetrable, against the hail shot of impugnation.  
We must not expect that this honourable prize, this 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 will be Salmacidum spolium sine sanguine, & 〈◊〉, no, no, 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the gods sell all for sweat, a Philomacoy comes not to his existency, nor obtains any competency of skill in the Encyclopaedie without many nocturnal lucubrations, Mutla tulit fecit puer, sudavit, & alsit. He must suck in the smoke of many candle lights studies, before he can perform any thing that savours of the lamp.  
A mechanical Artificer cannot thrive in his vulgar station without more than vulgar sedulity, what running velletation, combats, and contentions were in the Pythian and Olympic games to obtain the Chaplet, and shall we think that the Crown of the Queen of the Mediterranean Islands will come dropping into our laps if we be remiss and perfunctory in our proceedings. No, no, a Throne is not got with a wish, nor a Sceptre obrepted with a Song. Non est a terris mollis ad astra via.  
We must not with Marcus Lepidus stretch ourselves upon the grass, and say o utinam hoc esset laborare, our intention must rather be as stable, and unmoveable as the Roman Fabritius of whom it was said, that one might with as much facclity obvaricate the Sun's progress as cause him to digress. Il faut semer devant qu' ou puisse moissouner, we must sow before we reap, we must conquer before we triumph, win the Garland before we wear it; timidity and consternation will hold out a Gorgon head of encumbrances, and tell of Chimeras, and Fantasies of determents: but let not these dash our hopes, melt our courage, or emasculate our resolutions, for believe 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the hyperbolical game will quit the cost, our noble reward is that great knot of strength which Cato called the granary and nurse of the people of Rome. Cicero termed it the treasury and life of the City, a Land deliciously fertile, and wonderfully productive, humectated with winding catracts, and small sluices, this will be an opulent purchase, and a good pennyworth at my rate; Imperia pretio quolibet constant bené. Agrippica esteemed the Roman Empire well bought, though she purchased it for her Son Nero with the loss of her own life, Occidat modo imperet. Let us then oppugn all obstrigillations, which are but as steps for us to ascend to honour, and when the names of our conspirgated antagonists shall rot above ground, and they themselves be rung down to the dust with a peal of satyrs, ours shall be odoriferous to posterity, and succeeding generations shall enbalm them with honour. This dulciloquie inspired the faintest hearts with freshest courage, and made them impatient of delay, they and their horses too, with a clamour militaris, and loud acclamations assented to their General's Oration.  
Silenus' also was encouraging his Soldiers when the classicum of their enemies was rhetoric enough to invite them to their tasks. The black clouds poured down upon the Sicilians store of Funeral tears: and shoals of Ravens and other birds of prey) as predicting the harvest of carcases at hand) flew over their host.  
A sore Battle was begun, and with equal success a long time maintained, where the grass became gray-headed for want of moisture, it was sprinkled with a sanguilent Nectar. Here was a Father divided from his Son, here a Husband from his Wife, and yonder where there was no Kin they be joined in blood.  
But because that Cato the Censor that taught the young men to preliate with a steady foot, would often say, that words and shoutings had more power to amaze and put enemies to the rout, than hand, strokes, wherefore Amenides host did amaze their adversaries with a shrill clamour, whereas the Sicilians (as if the whole army had had but one heart) let all their courages fall into their feet, which now they altogether trusted to.  
Amenides who knows as well how to use as gain a victory, pursued his dissipated foe-men to Mount-royall their chief Assylum, which place being reduced to the height of penury by the multitude of the Garrison, and deprived of supplies from the adjacent and conterminent Villages, by its cautelous besiegers. Silenus' in a disguise fled, and got to the Academy at Tolouse, where he changed his royal ermines for sables, and became a fantastical Scholar, spending the residue of his life in enigmatical disputations, as whether or no Cassandra was troubled with the toothache, how many knots were on HERCULES Club, of what colour ACHILLES Beard was, he studied himself half blear-eyed to know the true sementry of Caesar's nose by a Shooing-horn, and all to be dignified with the name of a speculative man.  
But the Citizens considering ameux vault plier rompre, its better to bow then break, and seeing that their egress afforded no hope of regress, of fear of their foes ingress, and perceiving no happy help, for their helpless hap, had wit enough to set their sails that way that the wind blew, and to wheel about as they saw occasion, that they might be of the prevailing side. Much like the man in Macrobrius, who during the Civil War between Augustus Caesar and Antonius, had taught two Crows their several notes, the one to say Aue Imperator Antoni: the other to say Aue Imperator Augusti. That so when the Controversy was determined, what side soever prevailed he might have a Bird for the Conqueror.  
So Silenus being fled, his Subjects subjected themselves to the Victor, and framed themselves to call Vivat Rex Amenides, who soon adorned his Royal brows with the Regal Circle, the Gates were opened to entertain his Army, and the people's hearts were opened to entertain himself.  
But those which ingenuity prompted not to love him, he taught to fear him, knowing primus in orbe deos fecit timor. But it was as possible for Phoebus to find new paths to drive his Chariot in, or for the Loadstone to forget its faith to the North, as for Amenides to turn Love's Apostate, and be unmindful of Dionella, by the air of whose Blessed name, Chamelion-like he lived, having taken fealty of his Subjects, steered his course to Naples. At his presence Dionella was revived, as a starved fly is when the Sun get out, after their Epithalmie, they repaired to Sicily.  
Now these Potentates, Flaminius and Clorinda, Amenides and Dionella, after they had a long time Monarchised in the highest degrees of Sovereignty (having left a numerous offspring to sway their Sceptres whom I wish a Chrysostomaticall repositor of their virtues) yielded rather to a gentle dissolution than death. Their Bodies are interred in the most magnificent cathedrals in their Dominions where the sumptuonsnesse of their Monuments proclaim their extrinsical Fortunes, and their everliving Fame their intrinsical endowments. But when their Statenesse and Tombs, composed and erected of Gold, Marble, or Ivory, shall drop down into ashes, and crumble by piecemeal into nonentity and be found as ARCHIMEDES his Tomb (by CICERO) in Vepretis, crowned with moss, and overgrown with briars, and thorns, I wish they may survive in this Monument of their Fame.  
FINIS.