ANEGLOGVE.  
GRATVLATORIE.  
entitled: 
 ¶ To the right honourable, and renowned shepherd of Albions Arcadia: Robert earl of Essex and Ewe, for his unbosom into England from Portugall.  
Done by George Peele. master of arts in Oxon.  
 printer's or publisher's device  
AT LONDON; Printed by Richard Jones, and are to be sold at the sign of the Rose and crown, over against the falcon. 1589.   

❧ THE RIGHT honourable earl of Essex his welcome into England, from Portugall.  peers. Palinode. 
Dicite jo Paean,& jo bis dicite Paean,  
In Patriam rediit magnus Apollo suam.  PALINODE. 
HErdgrome, what gars thy pipe to go so loud?  
Why been thy books so smicker and so proud?  
perdieu plain peers, but this couthe ill agree,  
With thilke bad fortune, that ay thwarteth thee.  peers. 
That thwarteth me, good Palinode, is fate,  
Yborne was peers to be infortunate.  
Yet shall my Bagpipe go so loud and shrill,  
That heaven may entertain my kind good will.  
Jo jo Paean.  Palinode. 
Sot I say, Lose I, leudest of all swaines,  
Singest thou proud Paeans on these open plains?  
So ill sitteth this strain, this lofty note,  
With thy rude tyre, and gray russet cote.  peers. 
Gray as my cote is, green all are my cares,  
My grass to dross, my corn is turned to tares:  
Yet even and morrow will I never lin,  
To make my crowd speak as it did begin.  
Jo jo Paean.  Palinode. 
Thou art too crancke, and crowdest all to high,  
Beware a Chip fall not into thine eye:  
( Man) if Triumphals here be in request,  
Then let them chant them, that can chant them best.  peers. 
Thou art a sowre swaine Palinode perdieu,  
My Bagpipe vaunteth not of victory:  
Then give me leave, sonizance to make,  
For chivalry, and lovely learnings sake.  
jo jo Paean.  Palinode. 
Thou hardy Herdsman, darest thou of Arms chant  
sick verse I tell thee, ought haue a great vaunt:  
Then how may thy boldness scape a fine frump,  
Warres Laud, is matter for the brazen trump.  peers. 
Of arms to sing, I haue nor lust nor skill,  
Enough is me, to blazon my good will:  
To unbosom home that long hath lacked been,  
One of the iolliest Shepherds of our green.  
jo jo Paean.  Palinode. 
Tell me good peers, I pray thee tell it me,  
What may thilk jolly swaine or shepherd be?  
Or whence y comen? that he thus unbosom is,  
That thou art all so blithe to see his bliss.  peers. 

Palinode, thou makest a double demand,  
Which I will answer, as I understand.  
Yet will I not forget, so God me mend,  
To pipe lowd Paeans as my Stanzaes end.  
jo jo Paean.   

Thilk shepherd ( Palinode) whom my pipe praiseth,  
Whose glory, my reed to the welkin raiseth:  
He is a great Herdgroome, certes, but no swaine,  
save hers that is the flower of Phaebes plain.  
jo jo Paean.   

He is well allied and loved of the best,  
Well thewed, faire and frank, and famous by his Crest:  
His rain Deere racking with proud& stately place,  
giveth to his flock a right beautiful grace.  
jo jo Paean.   

He waits where our great shepherdess doth wunne,  
He playeth in the shade, and thriveth in the sun:  
He shineth on the plains, his lusty flock him by,  
As when Apollo kept in Arcadie.  
jo jo Paean.   

Fellow in arms he was, in their flowing deies,  
With that great Shepherd good Philisides:  
And in sad sable did I see him dight.  
Moning the miss of Pallas peerless Knight.  
jo jo Paean.   

With him he served, and watcht and waited fate,  
To keep the grim wolf from Elizaes gate:  
And for their mistress thoughten these two swains,  
They moughten never take too mickle pains.  
jo jo Paean.   

But, ah for grief, that jolly groom is dead,  
For whom the Muses silver tears haue  shed:  
Yet in this lovely swaine, source of our glee,  
Mun all his virtues sweet reuiuen bee.  
jo jo Paean.   Palinode. 
So moughten they peers, and happily thrive,  
To keepen this Herdsinan after death alive:  
But whence I pray thee, tel me, come is he,  
For whom thy Pipe and Paeans make such glee?  peers. 

Certes Sir shepherd, commen he is fro far,  
Fro wrath of deepest Seas and storm of War:  
Safe is he come, O swell my Pipe with ioy,  
To the old buildings of Nue reared Troy.  
jo jo Paean.   

Fro Sea, fro Shore, where he with swinck and sweat  
Felt Foemans rage, and summers parching heat:  
Safe is he come, laden with Honors spoil,  
O swell my Pipe with ioy, and break the while.  
jo jo Paean.   Palinode. 

Thou foolish swaine that thus art ouerioied,  
How soon may here thy courage be accoyed:  
If he be one come new fro western cost,  
Small cause hath he or thou for him to boast.   

I see no palm, I see no laurel bowes,  
circled his temples, or adorn his browes,  
I hear no triumphs for this late return,  
But many a Herdsman more disposed to morn.   peers. 

Pale lookest thou like Spite, proud Palinode,  
venture doth loss, and war do the danger bided:  
But thou art of those Haruesters I see,  
Would at one shock, spoil all the Philherd-Tree.  
jo jo Paean.   

For shane I say, give virtue honors due.  
Ile please the Shepherd, but by telling true:  
palm mayst thou see, and bay about his head,  
That all his flock, right forwardly hath lead.  
jo jo Paean.   

But woe is me lewd lad, fames full of lies,  
envy doth ay true honors deeds despise,  
Yet chivalry will mount with glorious overflowings,  
Spite all and nestle near the seat of kings.  
jo jo Paean.   

Base thrall is he, that is foul slanders slave,  
To pleasen all, what nought may him behave:  
Yea, Ioues great son though he were now alive,  
might find no way thilk labour to achieve.  
jo jo Paean.   Palinode. 

Well plead'st thou( gentle Lad) for this great peer,  
Then tell me sith but thou and I am here?  
Did not thick Bagpipe man which thou dost below  
A farewell on our Souldiers erst bestow?   

How yst then, thick great Shepherd of the field,  
To whom our swaines, sick humble beisance yield:  
And thou these lauds and labours seriously,  
Was in that work, not mentioned specially.   peers. 

hark Palinode, me dare not speak to lowd,  
Hence was he raught, wrapt in a fiery cloud:  
With Mars his Viceroy, and a golden Drake,  
So that of him, me durst no notice take.  
Jo jo Paean.   

But now returned, to royallize his famed,  
Whose mighty thoughts, at Honors trophies aim:  
Least subtilely, I moughten witned bee,  
I unbosom him with Shepherds country glee.  
jo jo Paean.   

And of his dread adventures here sing I,  
Equiuolent with the Punic chivalry:  
That broke his lance, with terror and renowne,  
Against the gates of slaughtered Rhemus town.  
jo jo Paean.   

And was the first of many thousands more,  
That at Penechia waded to the shore:  
There couthe he led his landed flock so far,  
Till a was left of men approved in war.  
jo jo Paean.   

O Honors fire, that not the brackish Sea,  
might quench, nor Foemans fearful Larums lay:  
So high those golden flakes done mount and climb,  
That they exceed the reach of Shepherds time.  
jo jo Paean.   Palinode. 

What boot thy welcomes, foolish hardy swaine,  
Lowder pipes then thine, are going on this plain:  
Faire Elizaes Lasses and her great grooms,  
receive this Shepherd with unfeigned welcomes.   

Honour is in him that doth it bestowe,  
Thy Reed to rough, thy seat is all to know.  
To writen sick praise, hadst thou blithe Homers quill  
Thou moughtst haue matter equal with thy skill.   peers. 

Twit me with boldness, Palin as thou wilt,  
My good mind be my glory and my guilt:  
Be my praise less or mickle, all is one,  
His high deserts deseruen to be knowen.  
jo jo Paean.   

So cease my pipe, the jubilees to record,  
Of thilke great Shepherd, of thick faire young Lord:  
leave him with lucke, to those well tuned lays,  
That better ken to sound sick Shepherds praies.  
jo jo Paean.   

Now time is near to pen our sheep in fold,  
And evening air, is rumaricke and cold:  
For my late Songs, pled thou my pure good will,  
Though Newcome once( brave earl) yet welcome still.  
jo jo Paean.    
FINIS.