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 PHINEAS FLETCHER, B.D., 
 
 RECTOR OF HILGAY, NORFOLK : 
 
 FOE THE FIRST TIME COLLECTED AND EDITED 
 
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 IN FOUR VOLUMES. 
 
 VOL. II.: 
 
 CONTAINING, 
 
 LOCUSTS— 
 THE APOLLYONISTS OR LOCUSTS: 
 
 WITH 
 
 APPENDIX OF NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS— 
 
 PISCATORIE ECLOGUES— 
 
 &c. 
 
 PEINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION. 
 1869. 
 
 156 COPIES ONLY. 
 
Contents. 
 
 PAGE. 
 
 I Locustse, with additions from Manuscript . . 3— -58. 
 
 II. Apollyonists 61 — 175. 
 
 III. Appendix : A : Sterling's Translation from 
 
 Locustse 177 — 186. 
 
 B : Satan in « Psyche ' 186—200. 
 
 IV. Additional Notes and Illustrations 201—232. 
 
 V. Fiscatorie Eclogues 233—327. 
 
 VI. Additional Notes and Illustrations 328—331. 
 
 VII. Epilude 333—335. 
 
 
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 The following is the original title-page of ' Locustae ' : 
 LOCUSTS 
 vel 
 Pietas Ie- 
 svitica. 
 Per 
 Phineam Fletcher 
 Colegii Regalis 
 Cantabrigiae. 
 Apud Thomam & Ioannem Bvcke, 
 celeberrimaB Academiae Typographos. 
 Ann. Dom. mdcxxtii. [4to.] 
 The collation is, Title-page — Epistle Dedicatory 2 pp— 
 Verses by Collins 1 p — Poem pp 25. We have endeavour- 
 ed faithfully to reproduce this text, errors corrected being 
 pointed out in their places. But besides, it is our privilege 
 to give for the first time from a holograph among the 
 Harleian MSS. (112 et 25 : 3196), not only many various 
 readings, but also two hitherto impublished ' Dedications ' 
 — one to Thomas Murray, Provost of Eton, and another 
 (in Latin Verse) to Charles, Prince of Wales — all in the 
 handwriting of the Author. The death of Murray in 
 1623 explains the withdrawal in the printed Volume of 
 the Dedication to him: and by 1627 the' Prince' was 
 ' King '. From an erased and not easily or certainly read 
 additional Inscription in the Manuscript, it would seem 
 that the Poet had either before or subsequently, intended 
 to dedicate his ' Locustae ' to a sister. So far as can be 
 made out it runs thus : 
 
 " Dedit Sking 
 ejus Soror." 
 
No trace remains of this sister called ' Sking ' or ' S. King ' 
 either at Cranbrook or any other Fletcherian place. This 
 Manuscript of the ' Locustae ' appears to have belonged to 
 Wanley, who had purchased it together with many others 
 from one Noel — believed to be a Bookseller— on the 13th 
 August, 1724. Prefixed to large paper copies of the 
 present Volume will be found careful facsimiles of (1) A 
 portion of the MS. of ' Locustae '. (2) Close of Epistle to 
 Murray. (3) Autograph on fly-leaf of Locustae MS. 
 
 The ' Locustae ' was re-printed in 1678 by Dr. Dilling- 
 ham, in his valuable collection of Latin Poetry : on which 
 and on the Poem itself, and its companion ' The Apollyon- 
 ists, ' see our Memoir and Essay in the present volume, 
 where their influence on Milton is shewn. 
 
 "With reference to the anti-Popish sentiments of the 
 ' Locustae ' and the ' Apollyonists ', in his ' Way of 
 Blessedness ' (on which see our Memoir) our Poet- 
 Preacher is equally impassioned against the Jesuits. 
 One passage will illustrate " As is the seed, such must be 
 the fruit : if then the counsel be evil, the effect and increase 
 of it cannot be good to any, and commonly is worst to him 
 that conceives it. ' He that sowcs to the flesh shall of 
 the flesh reap corruption.' 'They that sow the wind, 
 shall reap the whirlwind ' : so that even the experience of 
 all men hath brought it to a proverbe ' Euill counsell 
 heapes most euill on the Counsellour.' Witnesse the 
 infamous conspiracie of Papists, the most bloody, craftie, 
 malicious and every way devilish counsell that ever the 
 world heard, which though so long carried with admirable 
 secresie among so many, yet was the ruine of the corn- 
 plotters and the everlasting shame of that Satanicall 
 
Synagogue : who have in an high measure justified it, 
 in canonizing an hand so died in bloud, and so deepe in 
 this savage, enterprise and have fitted a strawie Saint to a 
 religion of stubble : thus farre may hee be well called 
 Martyr, that he is and ever shall be a witnesse to this 
 truth, namely, that the whore of Kome is bloodie, impu- 
 dent and ashamed of nothing : and how well Antichrist 
 agrees with Satan, who was a murtherer from the be- 
 ginning.' (p. 214). The ' strawie saint ' is Garnett on 
 whom see Lathihjry's well known little monograph, with 
 a drawing of the (so-called) miraculous ' straw '. G. 
 
fat-Man &t^, 3196. &c. 
 
 I. " Optimo et mihi colendissimo 
 
 semper viro 
 
 Thomse Murreio.* 
 
 Qyod nonnullis (neque id raro) Curialibus, id 
 mihi hodie (Vir summe) homini rusticano conti- 
 gisse per^picio. Pueritiam alicuj fortasse Heroinro. 
 ju vent utem Magnati, senectani saype mendicitati 
 consccrant. Hoc in me certe convenit qui statim 
 a pueritia Poeticoe ; iuvenis cum essem, Theologize, 
 artium quotquot sunt imperatrici, fidelissime in- 
 serviens, iam nunc opem tuam implorare, et ad 
 
 * I am indebted to the present distinguished Provost 
 of Eton (Charles Old Goodford, D.D., F.S.A., Eector of 
 Chilton Cantelo) for the following notice of Murray to 
 whom Fletcher addresses the above Epistle: "Thomas 
 Murray 13th Provost of Eton, was the son of Sir David 
 Murray, Knight, Gentleman of the Prince's (Charles) 
 bedchamber. He was Tutor to Charles while Duke of 
 York, and was with his father naturalized by a private 
 act (No 25) in the 3rd year of James first. On June 28th, 
 
mendicorum artcs confugere cogor. Nam quod in 
 Poeticae mercede fieri dolendum, id Theologian 
 etiam competere, nunquam satis dcplorandum est : 
 Si quis inter Poetas nunieratur, qui faedissimo 
 fabularum contextu Musas publice stuprare, 
 blanditij sve Asinum .lurcum sugillare docte no verit, 
 huic laui'us unu fere omnium voce, et pramiia satis 
 opima deferuntur. Quod siquis Simonides adh.no 
 superstes est, qui numinis, cselique memor, aliquid 
 honesti admiscere audcat, ad deos (ut ab Hierone 
 ille) non sine risu, satis superbe remititur. Ita 
 sane inter Tbeologos qui vitijs Patroni parasitando, 
 in sinus tacite illabi scite didicit, quj novi aliquid 
 
 1605, the King gave him by letters patent, an annual 
 pension of 200 marks. This annuity ceased in the 11th 
 year of James first (see Bymer's Foedera, vol. 16, page 631.) 
 On February 10th, 1621, James 1st writes to the Vice- 
 Provost and Fellows of Eton, from Newmarket, that he 
 understands " that Sir Henry Savile, Provost of Eton 
 Colledge is soe dangerously sicke that there is small hope 
 of his recovery, " and therefore requires " that in case he 
 should decease before you should heare from us, you for- 
 beare to proceed to any election of a New Provost untill 
 our pleasure bo further made known unto you." On July 
 19th, Sir H. Savile, died. On the 23rd the King writes 
 to the Vice-Provost and Fellows that he " has taken unto 
 his recommendation and choice, Thomas Murray, Secretary 
 
in fide comminisci argutegue defenders, qui otiari 
 desidia, luxuve torpescere, qui quidvis potius 
 quam Theologuin, Pastoremve agere solet, is fere 
 est, quein adniirantur plerique, cui vectigalia 
 Ecclesiae aut conditionibns non tarn iniquis (mox 
 elocaturo) conducere, aut vilius emere licebit, aut 
 forte quideni longo tandem obsequio, aut potius 
 servitio demereri. Contra, quos fortiter vociferare, 
 et importune emendicari pudet, qui non schalam ad 
 caulas erectam, sed apertas tandem fores (Christi 
 non immemores) exspectant, ceu mendicos mini- 
 mum merces, non sine increpatione demittimus. 
 Hinc est quod aut nulla aut perexigua mihi spes 
 
 to his dearest son the Prince," and as, Mr. Murray hath 
 not taken orders of the Minestrio " the King grants him 
 letters of dispensation, and authorizes the College to 
 " proceed to the Election, any such defect of qualification 
 as is required by statute not withstanding." On the same 
 day, Williams, Bishop of Lincoln and Visitor of the 
 College, then Lord Keeper writes, (see Cabala, page 289) 
 protesting against this dispensation, and arguing that Sir 
 Henry Savile's case makes no precedent for it. He com- 
 plains of the Fellows electing and admitting Mr. Murray 
 without presenting him to their Visitor, adding " he must 
 first be dispensed withal if his Majesty in his wisdom 
 shall hold it fit, and then elected, first Fellow, and then 
 Provost." I find no trace of this Election thus complained 
 
8 LOCVSTiE. 
 
 effulgeat ; cuj et vox nunquam importuna, et 
 ingenium minus quam haec setas postulat inverc- 
 cundum semper fuit. Hue tamen dura, et plane 
 ferrea necessitas usque impulit, ut ad te hominem 
 facie mihi tantum et fama notum, semel modo 
 aspectum, nullis officijs devinctum confugerem, 
 stipemque timidus quidem sed non omnino exspes 
 flagitarem. Qui mihi unus succurrere potuit 
 Pater sibi tempestive, nobis immature obijt, qui 
 (liceat quod verum est dicere) patriae multa 
 credidit, nihil debuit ; Patriae Patrcm si appellem, 
 nemo omnium est, qui mihi auxilio sit, aut subsidio. 
 Hoc igitur quicquid est muneris (ut supplicibus 
 
 of in our register or of Murray having been elected Fellow, 
 although in the presentation of him to the Visitor, dated 
 February 29th, he is called ' ; Unus e sochs colegii nostri" 
 I conjecture that he was elected pro forma to comply with 
 the Statutes which require the Provost to have been a 
 Fellow either of King's or Eton College. The Visitor in 
 his letter of institution dated March 2nd, speaks of him as 
 one of the Fellows. Murray did not enjoy the office long 
 having died April 9, 1623. He was buried in the Chapel 
 of Eton College where a large monument erected by his 
 wife gives him a high character for piety, learning and 
 wisdom. In Harwood's ' Alumni Etonensis ' it is stated 
 he was collated to the Mastersbip of Sherburn Hospital 
 near Durham, in 1G06. It is also stated there that he 
 
L0CV8T.E. 9 
 
 nunc nccosse est) ad to deferre certum est ; Musas 
 dico has (da veniani vcrbo) conimendicas. Sed 
 liceat niihi obsccro te ijsdcm versibus nascentis, 
 iruo foelieiter crescentis nostra? spei prudentisshnurn 
 Censoreni, quibus suum Poeta Censorinum affari. 
 Donarem pateras, grataque commodis 
 (Censorine) meis aara sodalibus, 
 Sed non baec mini vis, non tibi talium 
 E,ei est, aut animus delieiarum egens. 
 Verum ut ille, si 
 
 Guades camiinibus, carmina possunius 
 Donare, et pretiuru dicere muneri. 
 Neque diffitendum est, quin ipsa, si accuratius 
 inspexeris, parum compta, nee ut curiam decet 
 intentia, imo certe squalida potius, et paedore 
 obsita apparuerint ; quippe in luctu meorum com- 
 posita, situ diuturno sepulta, et bac tandem necessi- 
 tate resuscitata, in lucem (tanquam Musarum um- 
 bra?) desuetam prodeuntia. Versus enim et male 
 
 suffered imprisonment for his zeal in opposing the 
 marriage of Charles with the Infanta of Spain, but I 
 cannot reconcile this statement with the date of his 
 appointment to the Provostship. I suspect there must 
 he some confusion between this marriage and one proposed 
 for Prince Henry, as the stoppage of Murray's pension 
 nearly coincides with this." G. 
 
10 LOCVST2E. 
 
 tornati, neque unquara incudi postca redditi, et 
 multa inter (inimica Musis) ncgotia dcscripti sunt. 
 Siquid erratum est, pro humanitate tua ignosces, 
 versusque ipsos, corumque authorem in tutilarn 
 tuam, famulitiumquc reeipies. Sic te, spemque 
 nostram tibi auspicato commissam, fortunct deus. 
 Sic Carolus noster (ut diuinus olim ille puellus) 
 annis virtutibus, gratiaque apud deum bomincsque 
 quotidie excrescat, 
 
 E familia tibi maxime 
 devincta, et devota, 
 natu maximus. 
 
 PHINEES FLETCHER. 
 
 II. Illustrissimo Principi 
 "Walliae Carolo.* 
 
 decus, o sevi, et gentis spes maxima nostra?, 
 Deliciao Anglorum, fausti faustissima Patris 
 Progenies, cui Musse omnes sua muncra lsetae 
 Cui secat ipsa suas Pallas aequaliter artes, 
 Sive libet iaculo contendere, sive potenti 
 Robora muliere, et montes deducere cantu. 
 
 * See Note on Murray, supra : afterward Charles I. G. 
 
LOCVST.E. 11 
 
 Si tibi regales indulgent otia curse, 
 Accipe, parva quidem, sed non indebita mentis 
 Munera, quas ignoti cecinit nova fistula vatis 
 Carmina, nascentemque fove (tua regna) poetam. 
 Non is, non ausus (nee tanta fidentia Musae) 
 Laurus inter Apollineas, palmasque virentes 
 Vix rauca dignos stipula disperdere cantus, 
 Sed spretas inter salices ulvamque palustrem 
 (Exosas Musis salices) miserabile carmen 
 Integrat, innatosque animi depascitur aestus. 
 Qua pater extemis Cbanius \ix cognita rivis 
 Flumina demulcens, Regales alluit bortos 
 Templaque submissis veneratur Regia lympbis. 
 
 nribi supreniae maneat pars tarda senectse, 
 Dum tua facta licet totum mihi ferre per orbem; 
 Non me caiTninibu? Linus, non vicerit Orpbeus ; 
 Maximus ille licet, quern iactat Mantua, vates, 
 Maximus ille tarn en dicet se carmine victum ; 
 Tu modo si faveas infanti Carole Musae. 
 Accipe tu trepidantem, atque banc sine tempora 
 
 circum 
 Phoebaeas inter myrtum succrescere lauros. 
 
 Sic tibi florentem coeli Pater ille iuventam 
 Propitius foveat, sic, cum tibi plenior setas, 
 Ipsa tuis Regum Meretrix succumbat ab armis 
 Roma, et septenos submittens diruta colles, 
 Victa tuos decoret non surrectura tiiumphos. 
 
12 LOCVSTJE. 
 
 III. Kogcro TWnshend, Equiti Baron. 
 
 Musarura omnium Patrono, yitc nobili, ruihique 
 amicissimo. 
 
 Magnum illud (optime Musarum pridem Alumne, 
 nunc Patrone) imo plane maximum nobis vitium 
 inest, altius naturae (penitius corruptas) defixum 
 et dcfossuni, cum injmiasimo, & mcmorisub corde, 
 beneficia surnina, tantum lingua, & primoribus yix 
 labris roponimus. In illis rctinendis quam tenaces, 
 pertinaccs ? In his (proasertim diuinis) quam 
 lubrici, & prorsus elumbcs ? Ilia Gentis Israeliticae 
 tyrannide plusquam ferrea (ad vitae taediuni) de- 
 pressas in libertatem vindicatio (Proli Dcus immor- 
 talis ! ) qualis, quanta? iEgyptios,Regemque adeo 
 ipsum tuinenteni odiis ferocemque plurimis, 
 cruentisque admodum plagis maceratos, quam 
 lenes viderant, & bumanos ? Maximos bostium 
 exercitus (totumque adeo .ZEgypti robur) sine 
 hoste dovictos, sine ferro deletos conspexerant : 
 Fluctuum ipsi moenibus vallati, illos molibus 
 depressos & demersos spectaverant : Rupem 
 sitientibus in flumina liquatam, solum esurientibus 
 pane coelesti, epulisque instructissimis constratum, 
 imo (ut nunc moris est) ferculis in cubitos coaccr- 
 vatis plane contectum degustarant. Quam subita 
 tamen oblivione haec omnia prorsus evanuerunt ? 
 
LOCVSTiE. 13 
 
 Miraeula sane magna, & stupenda : sed (nt nobis 
 in Proverbio est) non ad triduum durantia. Id no- 
 bis hodie vitii est : Celebris ilia anr.i Octogesimi 
 Octavi pugna, imo potius sine pugna victoria, 
 penitus nobis excidit. lieu 1 ! qnam cito ! Vidimus 
 Hispanos ante prselium ovantes, dictisque, imo, 
 scriptis eVtj/tKt'ot? priusquam solverent triumph- 
 antes : Sed quod nos de Martio dicimus, rabie 
 plusquam leonina mensem auspicari, abire vel 
 agnella, leniorem, id divino adjutorio classi Invictse 
 contigit. Quin et sulphurea quidem ilia, 
 Tartarea imo sane nullo unquam damione vel 
 sperata machinatio divinis solum oculis patens, 
 divina solum manu patefacta quam cito, quam 
 prorsus intercidit ! Vix ulla (atque ilia certe exesa, 
 penitusque contempta) proditionis tarn horrendae, 
 liberationis tarn stupendae monumenta restant. 
 Negant impudentes Papistse, pernegant, ejurantquc. 
 Quin et nos diem tanto beneficio illustrem quam 
 pigri et enervosi ab illorum mendaciis, calum- 
 niisque vindicamus ! Ignoscent igitur mihi 
 aaqui judices, si Poetarum minimus scelerum 
 omnium longe maximum, crasssa (ut aiunt) 
 Minerva contextum ad perpetuam Iesuiticas 
 Pietatis memoriam, ad animos Brittanorum exci- 
 tandos, bonoremque Deo Servatori restaurandum, 
 in lucem emiserim. 
 
 1 Mieprinted ' hui ' G. 
 
14 LOCVST^E. 
 
 Ignoscent alii : Tu vero Equitum nobilissime, 
 aliquod fraterni, sive paterni potius genii vestigium 
 agnosces, et vultu non illaoto munusculum accipies 
 ab hoinunculo 
 
 Tme dignitati devotissimo. 
 
 Phin. Fletcher. l 
 
 Ad P. F. 
 
 Pro approbatione Redargutio, sed arnica 
 atque honora. 
 Quid istoc esse Pbinea dixerim rei 
 Fletchere, Vatuui Sanguis, & vatum caput, 
 Hostem ut professus sceleris atrocissimi 
 Styloque pectoreque proditorii, 
 Eousque carmine alite & fama vebas, 
 Cceloque tradas, inferasque Seculo 
 Fere ut pigendam feceris nobis Fidem, 
 Quicunque patriae nil sinistre movimus, 
 Stetimusque sol" da vividuni Constantia, 
 Quam nemo simili cecinit, aut clanget tuba ? 
 An forte quale Maeonidem ferunt patrem, 
 Genuinus ut sciare ab illo Surculus ? 
 
 1 This Epistle and the following Verses, are prefixed to 
 the published edition of the ' Locustse ' (1627). On Towns- 
 hend, see Memorial-Introduction to Giles Fletcher p.p. 25, 
 26. The ' 8. Collins ' was probably the author of a quaint 
 
15 
 
 Qdoveiv a(pijKa<i to? a.7rop0t]7ovs 7ro\el<s. 
 
 Tui faventissimus, 
 
 S. COLLINS. 
 
 and amusing little book, giving an account — like the 
 paternal Fletcher's — of ' the present State of Russia ' [Lon- 
 donon 1671] : on which see Retrospective Review xiv. 32 
 47. In Allin's MS. — mentioned in Memoir ante — 
 Collins is described as ' our' Samuel Collins of 1633. G. 
 
JOCUBtff 
 
 Jlietas Jrsu- 
 
 Panditur Inferni limen, patet intima Ditia 
 Ianua, ' concilium magnum, Stygiosque ; Quirites 
 Accitos, Rex ipse nigra in penetralia cogit. 
 Olli conveniunt, volitant umbrosa per auras 
 Numina, Tartareoque ; tumet domus alta Senatu. 
 Considunt, numeroque ; omnes subsellia justo 
 (Concilium horrendum) insternunt, causamque ; 
 
 fluendi 
 Intenti expectant : solio turn Lucifer alto 
 Insurgens, dictis umbras accendit amaris, 
 Manesque ; increpituns cunctantes ; Cernitis, inquit, 
 (Ccelo infensa cobors, exosa, expulsaque ; ccelo) 
 Cernitis, ut superas mulcet Pax aurea gentes ? 
 Bella silent, silet injectis oppressa catenis 
 Inque Erebum frustrae terris redit exul Erinnys. 
 
 1 MS.' 'Regia'. G. 
 
locvst^:. 17 
 
 Divino interea resonant Saeraria verbo, 
 Indomitus possessa tenet suggesta Minister, 
 Et victus, victorque : novos vocat impiger hostes : 
 Et nunc ille minis stimulans, nunc laeta reponens, 
 Scite animos flectit monitis, et corda remulcet. 
 
 Quin etiam sancti 1 vulgata Scientia Seripti 
 Invexit superos terris, et luce corusca. 
 a Dissolvit tenebras, noctemque ; excussit inertem. 
 Crescit in immensum Pietas, finesque recusat 
 Eelligionis amor : fugit Ignorantia, lucis 
 Impatiens, fugit Impietas, artusque pudendos 
 Nuda Superstitio, et nunquam non devius Error. 
 3 Vim patitur, gaudetque ; trabi coeleste rapique 
 Imperium : quin et gentes emensa supremas, 
 Virginiam (nostras, Vmbras, tot secula sedes) 
 Aggreditur, mox Cocytum, 4 Stigiasque paludes 
 Tranabit, vix bunc nobis Acheronta relinquet. 
 
 1 MS., ' sacri ' G. 
 
 2 MS., inserts here, 
 
 ' Et nunc ilia quidem gentes emensa supremas 
 Imperium terris aequat, cceloque profundo.' G. 
 
 3 This and following line are not in MS : there appear 
 in their place 
 
 ' Nunc etiam gentes multa olim nocte sepultas 
 Virginiam nostras (umhrae) tot ssecula sedea.' G. 
 
 4 MS., 'et manes ' G. 
 
 B 
 
18 LOCYSTiE. 
 
 j^os contra immemori per tuta silentia somno 
 Sternimur interea; ct media jam luce supini 
 Stcrtentes, festam tra'iimus, pia turba, quietem. 
 Quod si auimos sine honore acti sine fine laboris 
 Pcenitet, et proni imperii rcgnique labantis 
 Nil miseret, positis flagris, odiisque remissis 
 Oramus veniam, et dextras pnebemus inermes. 
 Fors ille audaeis facti, et justoe immemor irae, 
 Placatus, facilisque ; manus et foedcra junget. 
 Fors solito lapsos (peccati oblitus) bonori 
 Restituet, ccelum nobis soliumque ; relinquet. 
 *At me nulla dies animi, coeptique prioris 
 Dissimilem arguerit : quin nunc rescindere ccelum, 
 Et conjurato victriccm milite pacem 
 Rumpere, ferventique ; juvat misere tumultu. 
 
 Quo tanti oecidere animi ? Quo pristina virtus 
 Cessit, in setemani qua mecum irrumpcrc 2 lucem 
 Tentastis, trepidumque ; armis perfringere ccelum ? 
 Nunc vero indecores felicia ponitis arma, 
 Et toties victo imbelles conceditis bosti. 
 Per yos, per domitas ccelesti fulmine vires, 
 Indomitumque ; odium, pvojecta resumite tela ; 
 Dum fas, dum breve tempus adest, accendite 
 pugnas, 
 
 1 A new paragraph commences here in IMS. G. 
 
 2 MS., ' invadere ' See facsimile in Vol. I (Ip copiee) 
 G. 
 
locyst^:. 19 
 
 Restaurate acies, fractumque ; reponite Martem. 
 M facitis, mox soli, et (quod magis urit) iimlti 
 Sternum (heu^vaeuo flammis cruciabimur antro. 
 Ille quidem nulla , lieu, nulla violabilis arte, 
 Securum sine fine tenet, sine milite regnum ; 
 A nullo patitur, nullo violatur ab boste : 
 Compatitur tanien, inque suis violabile membris 
 Corpus habet : nunc 6 totis consurgite telis, 
 Qua patet ad vulnus nudum sine tegniine corpus, 
 2 Impriniite ultrices, penetusque recondite flarumas. 
 Aceelerat funesta dies, jam limine tempus 
 Insistit, cum nexa ipso cum vertice membra 
 Naturam induerint coelestem, ubi gloria votum, 
 Atque auimum splendor superent, ubi gaudia 
 
 damno 
 3 Crescant, deliciaeque modum, finemque recusent. 
 At nos supplicio aeterno, Stygiisque catenis 
 Compressi, flammis et vivo sulpbure tecti 
 Perpetuas duro solvemus carcere pcsnas. 
 4 Hic anima, extremos jam turn perpessa dolores, 
 Majores semper metuit, queriturque remotam, 
 Quam toto admisit prsesentem pectore, mortem, 
 Oraque cseruleas perreptans flamma medullas 
 
 1 MS, drops ' heu ' G-. 
 
 2 MS, makes the lines numbered 2, 3, 4, as new para- 
 graphs. G. 
 
20 loctst^:, 
 
 Torquet anhela siti, fibrasque atque ilia lambit. 
 Mors vivit, moriturque inter mala mille superstes 
 Vita, vicesque ipsa cum morte, et nomina mutat. 
 Cum vero nullum moriendi conscia finem 
 Mens reputat, cum mille annis mille addidit 
 
 annos, 1 
 Prwteritumque nihil venturo detrahit aevum, 
 Mox etiam stellas, etiam superaddit arenas, 
 Iamque etiam stellas, etiam numeravit arenas ; 
 Poena tamen damno crescit, per flagra, per ignes, 
 Per quicquid miserum est, praeceps ruit, anxia 
 
 lentam 
 Provocat infelix 2 mortem ; si forte relabi 
 Possit, et in nihilum rursus dispersa resolvi. 
 
 ^Equemus meritis pcenas, atque ultima passis 
 Plura tamen magnis exactor debeat ausis ; 
 Tartareis mala speluncis, vindictaque coelo 
 Deficiat ; nunquam, nunquam crudelis inultos, 
 Immeritosve Erebus capiet : meruisse nefandum 
 Supplicium medios inter solabitur ignes, 
 Et licet immensos, factis superasse dolores. 
 Nunc agite, 6 Proceres, omnesque effundite technas, 
 
 1 MS, in this line reverses the two words ' annis ' and 
 ' annos ' making the former ' annos ' and the latter ' annis ' 
 G. 
 
 2 MS, 'infelix* G. 
 
LOCYST.&. 21" 
 
 Consulite, imperioque alacres succinite lapso. 
 
 Dixerat, insequitur fremitus, trepidantiaque 
 inter 
 Agmina submissae franguntur murmure voces. 
 Qualis, ubi Oceano mox praecipitandus Ibero 
 Immineat Phoebus, flavique 1 ad litora Chami 
 Conveniunt, glomerantque per auras agmina muscse, 
 Fit sonitus : longo 2 crescentes ordine turbae 
 Buccinulis voces acuunt, sociosque vocantes, 
 Vndas nube premunt ; strepitu vicinia rauco 
 Completur, 3 resonantque accensis litora bombis.* 
 
 Postquam animi posuere, sonique relangiiit aestus, 
 Excipit .^Equivocus, quo non astutior alter 
 Tartareos inter technas effingere Patres. 
 Illi castra olim numero farcibat inerti 
 Crescens in ventrem Monachus, simul agmin* 
 
 juncti 
 Tonsi ore, et tonsi lunato vertice Fratres : 
 At nunc felici auspicio Iesuitica Princeps 
 Agmina ducebat, veteranoque omnia late 
 Depopulans, magnas passim infert milite clades. 
 Ilium etiam pugnantem, ilium admirata loquentem 
 
 1 MS, ' flavisque ' G. MS, ' longoque accrescent ' G. 
 
 3 MS, ' complentur ' G. 
 
 4 MS, inserts after this, 
 
 ' Nomine dissimiles, et rersi coloribus armis.' G. 
 
22 LOCTST.E. 
 
 Circuit, et fremitu exccpit plebs vana secundo. 
 ^omposuere animos omnes, tacitique quierunt : 
 Surgit, et haud lreto iEquivocus sic incipit ore. 
 
 Pater, 6 Princeps umbrarum, Erebique po- 
 testas, 
 Vt rebare, omnes nequicquam insumpsimus artes : 
 Nil tanti valuere doli ; nihil omnibus actum 
 Magnorum impensis opcrurn, verum omnia retro 
 Detenus ruere, inque bonum sublapsa refcrri. 
 
 Non secus 2 advcrso pictum tenet amne phaselum 
 Anchora, si funcm, aut mordaces fibula nexus 
 Solvent, atque ilium prona trabit alveus unda. 
 Nee quenquam accusa, tentatum est quicquid aperta. 
 Vi fieri, aut pressa potuit quod tectius arte. 
 Ille Pater rerum, cui frustra obnitimur omnes 
 (Sed frustra juvat obniti) vim magnus inanem 
 Discutit, et ccelo fraudes ostendit aprico. 
 Quin soliti lento Reges torpescere luxu, 
 Paladiis nunc tecti 3 armis, Musisque potentes, 
 In nos per mediam meditantur pra3lia pacem. 
 Nee tamen seternos obHti, absiste timere, 
 Ynquam animos, fessique ingentes ponimus iras. 
 
 1 MS, reads, 
 
 ' Postpuam composupre animos, tacitique quierunt.' G. 
 
 2 MS, ' Et velut adverse' G. 
 
 3 MS, 'cincti.' G. 
 
L0CVSTJ5. 23- 
 
 Nee fas, non sic defieinius, nee talia tecum 
 Gessimus, in ccelos olim tua signa sequuti. 
 Est hie, est vitae, et niagni contemptor Olympi, 
 Quique oblatam animus lucis nunc respuat aulam, 
 Et domiti tanturn placeat cui Regia coeli. 
 Ne dubita, nunquain fractis hsec pectora, nunquam 
 Deficient animis : prius ille ingentia ceeli 
 Atria, desertosque aeternae lucis alumnos 
 Destituens, Erebum admigret, noctemque pro- 
 
 fundam 
 Et Stygiis mutet radiantia lumina flammis. 
 Quod si acies, fractasque iterum supplere catervas 
 Est animus, sciteque malas dispergere fraudes ; 
 Non ego consilii, armorum non futilis author : 
 Nee veteres frustra, Genitor, revocabimus artes r 
 Sed nova, sed nulli prorsus speranda priorum 
 Aggredienda mihi conamina ; Non ego lentos 
 Nequicquam adstimulem Fratres, alvumque se- 
 
 quentes 
 Distcntam Monachos : dum nox, dum plurima 
 
 terris 
 Incumbens caligo animos sopivit inertes, 
 Non ingratus erat Fratruni labor, omnia nobis 
 Artibus ignavis dederat 1 secura, trahensque 3 
 Invisam ccelo luccm, tenebrisve 3 nitentem 
 
 1 MS, ' prsestant ' G. 2 MS, ' trahuntque ' G. 
 3 MS, ' penitusve ' G. 
 
24 LOCTST.^. 
 
 ^nvolvens, jam nube diem, jam nocte premebat. 
 At nebulas postquam* Pbaebus dimovit inanes, 
 Tartarean 3 immisso patueruut lumine sordes, 
 Nee patitur lucem 4 miles desuetus apertam. 
 Nunc alio imbelles tempus supplere cohortes 
 Milite, et emeritos castris emittere Fratres : 
 Nunc Iesuitarum sanctum prodentia nomen 
 Anna, manusque placent : jurat ipsum invadere 
 
 caelum, 
 Sideraque haerentemque polo detrudere solem. 
 lam mini sacratos felici milite lieges 
 Protrabere, atque ipsum coeli calcare tyrannum 
 Sub pedibus videor : nibil isto milite durum, 
 Nil sanctum, clausumque manet, quin oppida late 
 Prsesidiis, urbesque tenent : jam limina Regum, 5 
 Iamque adyta irrumpunt, vel mollibus intima 
 blandi 
 
 1 MS, reads 
 
 ' Obscurant multaque diem caligine miscent ' 
 and adds 
 
 ' Ut grando exigua variatur luce, diemque 
 Nee totum admisit, nee totum depulix umbra.' 
 
 2 MS, ' postquam nebulas ' G. 
 
 3 MS, ' Tartareseque patent immisso ' : misprinted in 
 author's edn. ' Tratarea? ' G. 
 
 4 MS. ' lucem patitur ' G. 
 
 b MS, ' Principis aulas ' G. 
 
locvst^:. 25 
 
 Corda dolis subeunt, vel ferro et caede refringunt. 
 
 Hi vetulae fucum Romae, pigmentaque ; rugis 
 
 Aptantes, seros effcetas nuper amores 
 
 Conciliant, lapsumque decus, formamque ; reponunt 
 
 "Ni facerent (noctem caelique inamabile lumen 
 
 Testor) mox aliae sedes, nova regna per orbem 
 
 Exulibus querenda, soloque atque sethere pulsis : 
 
 Cocytus tantum nobis, Erebusque pateret. 
 
 Quia tu (magne Pater) Stygias reclude cavernas, 
 
 Ac 1 baratbrum in terras, Orcumque ; immitte 
 
 profundum ; 
 2 Insueti totnm Superi mirentur Avemum. 
 
 Hie solita infidis inspiret 3 proelia Turcis ; 
 Sarmatas bic, gelidosque incendat Marte Polonos, 
 Germanosque duces, hie Peges inflet Iberos; 
 Regnorumque sitim, et nullo saturabile pectus 
 Iniperio stimulet, diroque intorqueat aestu. 
 Ite foras Stygiae (Princeps jubet) ite catervse, 
 Vipereas inferte manus, serite arma per agros, 
 Et scelerum, et foeti dispergite semina belli : 
 Ast ego Tarpeium Tiberina ad flumina Patrem, 
 Conciliumque petam solus, mea regna, Latinum, 
 
 1 MS, ' Et ' G. 
 
 2 ' Dum superi totum insueti.' G. 
 
 3 MS, 'aspixet' G. 
 
26 LOCVSTJS. 
 
 Murice vcstitum, rubeoque insigne galero. 
 Mox scelere ingenti, atque ingenti csede peracta 
 Pegrediar, Stygiasque domus, et inania late 
 Vndique collectis supplcbo regna colonis. 
 At tu, magne Pater, fluitantes contrahe manes ; 
 Praecipitesque vias, latosque extcnde meatus : 
 Vt patulo densum volitantes Orcus hiatu 
 Corripiat rabidus mcntes, intusquc recondat. 
 
 Dixit : et illoeti perfraeto limine Averni 
 Exiliit primus, lucemque invasit apertam. 
 Insequitur dcforme Chaos ; ruit omne barathrum, 
 Foeda, horrenda cohors : trepidant pallentia coeli 
 Lumina, et incerto Tellus tremit horrida motu. 
 Ipse pater pronos laxatis Phoebus habenis 
 Praecipitat currus, et coelo territus exit. 
 *Succedit nox umbrarum, coelumque relictum 
 Invadit, multaque premit caligine terras. 
 
 Non secus ^Eoliis emissi 2 finibus Austri 3 
 Omnia corripiunt, teiTasque undasque tumultu 
 Miscent ; arboreos foetus, segetemque resectam 
 
 1 In MS, these two lines read 
 
 Succedunt trepidi Manes, cselumque relictum, 
 Desertasque premunt multa caligine terras. G. 
 
 2 MS, ' emissse ' G. 
 
 3 MS, ' aurse.' G. 
 
locvst^. 27 
 
 turbine convellunt rapido, verruntque per auras. 
 Ast oculis longe moestus sua vota colonus 
 Insequitur, totoque trabit suspiria corde. 
 Senserat adventum, subitoque inferbuit aestu 
 Terra, odiisque turnet, fceto 3 jam turgida bello : 
 Circum umbrae volitant, fraudesque et crimina 
 spargunt. 
 
 Hie gelidos semper nivibus, glacieque Polonos 
 Exacuit, taciteque subit Iesuitica totus 
 Pectora, jamque dolos, caedesque, inspirat ; at ilia 3 
 Arripiunt avide flammas, notaeque per ossa 
 Discurrunt furiae, inque sinus inque ilia serpunt 
 
 Iamque in cognatos meditantur bella Sue'vos, 
 Sarmaticasque ardent Romano adnectere 4 gentes 
 Pontifici, et Graecas templis expelleae leges. 
 Eictitiam Eegis sobolem, consutaque belli 
 Crimina supponunt vafri, mentitaque veris 
 Texunt, Sarmaticosque implent rumoribus agros. 
 Csedibus accrescit bellum, regnique medullis 
 Haeret inexpletum : semper nova praelia victus 
 Integrat : erubuere nives jam sanguine tinctae 
 
 1 MS, reads here, 
 
 ' Turbatove cient ingentes asquore fluctus, 
 Navita dum pavitans infidum Nerea dixis 
 Exagitat, monensque infaustas devovet artea ' G. 
 
 2 MS, 'multo' G. 3 MS, 'illi' G. 
 4 MS, 'aimect' G. 
 
28 LOCTSTJJ. 
 
 Purpureo, et tepida solvuntur frigora caede. 
 
 Ast alii Graias olim cognomine terras, 
 
 Graias Pieriis gratissima nomina Musis : 
 
 Nunc domitos tutus consedit Turca per agros. 
 
 Invisunt alacres bello loca foeta perenni, 1 
 
 Et tenero caedem inspirant et praelia Regi. 
 
 Nunc oculo, nunc voce ferox, nunc fronte minatur, 
 
 Non epulis luxuve puer, non ille paterna. 
 
 Desidia. gaudet ; sed bella, sed aspera cordi 
 
 Ira sedent, saevamque superbia Turcica mentem 
 
 Inflat, et ingentes volvit sub pectore motus. 
 
 Aut is linigeras aptabit classibus alas, 
 
 Aut galeas finget, olypeosque, et (fulmina belli) 
 
 Tonnenta, impositis strident incudibus aara. 
 
 Et nunc ille ferox Persas Asiamque rebellem 
 
 Subjiciens, to turn spirat de pectore Martem, 
 
 Exultansque animis multa. se suscitat ira. 
 
 Heu qua3 Cbristicolis ca?des, quam debita pestis 
 
 Iniminet ? Heu quantus tanto timor instat ab 
 
 hoste ? 
 Ni tu, Christe, malum avertas, tu fulmina, Christe, 
 Dispergas, et vana manu conamina ludas. 
 Interea toto dum bella seruntur in orbe, 
 Italiam ^Iquivocus magnam, et Tiberina fluenta 
 
 1 MS, 'furenti' G. 
 
LOCYSTJE. 29 
 
 Adveniens, intrat feralis mcenia Romse. 
 Nee mora, nota subit mitrati tecta Tyranni, 
 Quaque incedit ovans, adytisque vagatur opacis, 
 Iusperata Erebo vel aperto crimina sole 
 Gaudet ubique tuens, messemque expectat opimam. 
 ^icite, Pierides, quis nunc tenet Itala primus 
 Arva ? Quibus tandem gradibus, quo prineipe Reges 
 *Exuit, et pingues aptans sibi Roma cucullos, 
 3 Subjicitur raso modo facta Sororcula Fratri? 
 Siccine decrepiti puerascunt tempore mores, 
 Pontifice Augustum ut 4 mutent, Monachoque : 
 Monarcbam ? 
 Postquam res Latii totum porrecta per orbem 
 Creverat, et terras Vrbi subjecerat uni, 
 Substitit, et justo librata in pondere sedit. 
 At mox prona ruens, in se conversa, relabi 
 'Ccepit, et effoetam vix jam, vix sustinet urbem. 
 *Haud secus alternis crescentes fluctibus undse 
 Incedunt, facilesque ; Actae superantia clivos 
 
 1 MS, new paragraph. G. 
 
 2 MS, reads 
 
 Emit ? inque manus monachi concessit opimi ? GL 
 
 3 This line not in MS. G. 
 
 4 MS drops ' ut.' G. 
 
 5 MS, reads 
 
 Caeperat et effaetamque senex G. 
 
 6 MS, new paragraph. G. 
 
30 LOCVST^. 
 
 -/Equora prorepunt tacitc, mox litora complcnt, 
 Subjectagque ; procul despectant vertice terras : 
 Iamque ; viamm incerta haerent, mox prona rece- 
 
 dunt, 
 Defervensque ; nndis paulatim in se ipse residit 
 Nereus, et nulli noto caput abdidit alveo. 
 'Interea Patrurn manibus coelestia passim 
 Semina sparguntur, surgit cum fcenore eampis 
 Lseta Beges, plenisque ; albescunt 2 mcssibus arva. 
 At simul birsutis borrebat carduus agris, 
 Et tribuli loliique ; nemus, simul aspera lappa? 
 Sylva, et lethaeos operata papavera somnos. 
 Quippe bominum crebque ; bostis, 3 dum membra 
 
 colouis. 
 Fessa quies laxat, tritico vilemque ; faselunr 1 
 Miscuit infestus, viciasque ; aspersit inanes. 5 
 Mirantur lolium agrieoloe, mirantur avenas, 
 Mortiferasque ; borreut mediis in messibus berbas. 
 
 1 Ibid. G. 2 MS, ' rubescunt.' G. 
 2 MS, reads 
 
 hostis vilemque faselum. G. 
 
 3 MS, reads 
 
 .... miscuit, et primo sementis tempore segnem. 
 
 5 MS, reads 
 
 Impersit segetem, viciasque infudit inanes. G. 
 
 6 MS, reads 
 
 Infestasque stupent mediis in messibus herbas. G. 
 
LOCVSTJE. " 31 
 
 Quin etiam imperio Christi Pro-christus eodem 
 Parvus aclhuc, claususque ; utero succrevit opaco : 
 Iamque ; vias trudens tentaverat, integra Ponise 
 Auspicia impediunt, ausisque ; ingentibus obstant. 
 At Latiis 1 postquam imperium 2 segnesceret arvis, 
 Inque ; Bisantinas sensim concederet urbes, 
 Exilit, et justo prodit jam firmior sevo. 
 Mox etiam laxis 3 paulatim assuetus babenis, 
 Mauricio scelere extincto, duce et auspice Pboca, 
 Excutit aurigam, inque rotas succedit inanes. 
 4 Et nunc rasorum longus producitur ordo 
 Pontificum, magicaque rudem, Stygiaque popellum 
 Arte ligans, Itala 5 solus dominatur in aula. 6 
 'Iamque furens animis, et torquens 8 fulmina, 
 
 sceptrum 9 
 Paulus babet clavesque nianu \dolentus inanes 10 
 
 1 MS, ' Postquam Latiis G. 
 
 2 MS, ' regnum ' G. 
 
 3 MS, ' laxis etiam ' G. 
 
 4 MS, reads 
 
 Nunc etiam longus rasorum accreverat ordo. G: 
 
 5 MS, 'Latia ' G. 6 MS, ' aree ' G. 
 
 7 MS, ' et jam ' G. 8 MS, ' Fulmina torquens ' G. 
 
 9 MS, ' sceptra ' G. 
 
 10 MS, ' inertes ' G. 
 
32 I.OCVSTJE. 
 
 Projiciens 1 Petri, gladio succinctus acuto 
 Intonat, et longe distantes territat urbes, 
 Stulto, quid a?terni crepitants fulmina Patris, 
 Ccelestesque minas, et non imitabile numen 
 Ignibus, ah, fatuis simulas ? Venetosquc sagaces, 
 Et non fictitio terrendos igne Brittanos 
 Exagitas ? Ast hi contra, cum debits poscunt 
 Tempora (non illi voces, verbosaque chartae 
 Fulmina) tela alacres, verasque in mcenia Pomae 
 Incutiet flammas, carnesque, et viscera mandent. 
 Anna, foris Pegum Meretrix vetula, anna dolos- 
 que 
 Exercet, Circaea domi sed carmina, et artes 
 Infandas magicis dimm miscendo susurris 
 Irritas flammis 2 durosque obtrucht amores. 
 At cum feralis langvet saturata libido, 
 In facies centum, centum in miracula rerum 
 Corpora Lethaeo transformat adultera cantu. 
 Aut Asini fiunt, Vulpesve, hirtive Leones, 
 Atque Lupi, atque Sues, atque exosae omnibus 
 
 Hydrae. 
 Illi capta quidem dextro, sed acuta sinistro 
 Lumine, deformis caeca3 Ignorantia portse 
 
 1 MS, ' Eejiciens ' G. 
 
 2 MS, ' flammas ' G. 
 
L0CV8T.E. 38 
 
 Excubat, et nebulis aditus, et limen opacat. 
 Filius huic Error comes assidet ; ille vagantes 
 Excipit bospitio, et longis circum undique ducit 
 Porticibus, veterumque umbras, simulacraque rerum 
 Mirantes, variis fallit per inania ludis 1 
 Intrantem prensat mores venerata vetustos 
 Stulta superstitio, propsranteque murmura voce 
 Praecipitans, votis Superos, precibusque fatigat. 
 
 Interius scelus imperitat, faecundaque regnant 
 Flagitia, et mentes trudunt, rapiuntque nefandas. 
 Inficit bic ccelos audax, Christumque venenans 
 Porrigit immistis Regi sacra tanta cicutis. 
 Letbalem ille Deum, atque imbutam morte salutem 
 Ore capit, multoque lavat peccata veneno. 
 Hie clavos, virgasque, crucenique, tua (optime 
 
 Iesu 3 ) 
 Supplicia, bastamqne innocuo sub corde refixam, 
 Hie truncum, bic saxum (saxo contemptior ipso) 
 Propitium implorat supplex, Stygiisque ululantes 
 Speluncis flexo veneratur poplite manes. 
 Hie Cereri, et fluido procumbit stultus Iaccbo, 
 Quosque colit vorat ipse Deos, et numina plenus 
 (Ab scelus!) abscondit venis, alvoque reponit. 
 
 1 MS, ' opaca Maeandris ' G. 
 
 2 MS, 'Jesu.' G. 
 
 c 
 
34 LOCTST^. 
 
 Hie caligantes, coelum execratus apertum, 
 Te magico9, Iesu, te immittens Sagus in ignes, 
 Vmbras imperiis audax, Stygiumque nefando 
 Ore Iovem, totumque vocat de sedibus Orcum. 1 
 Komulidum 2 ille 3 Patrum, primseque baud im- 
 
 memor urbis, 
 Et fovet ipse lupas, atque ipse fovetur ab illis, 
 Hie sobolem impurus probibens, castosque hymen- 
 
 aeos, 
 Ab, pathicos ardet pueros, et mascula turpis 
 Scorta alit ; (heu facinus terris, coeloque pudendum 
 Ausus !) purpureo quin mox Pater ille galero 
 Emeritos donat, proceresque, oviumque magistros 
 Esse jubet, mox dura Pater, Musisque tremenda 
 Laudat, et incestis 4 tutatur crimina Musis. 
 
 Nee requies, fervent nova crimina, fervet bonorum 
 Nummorumque infanda sitis ; tumet improba fastu 
 Conculcans stratos immensa Superbia Eeges. 
 Venerat hue, laetusque animi vetera agmina lustrans 
 JEquivocus falsi subiit penetralia Petri : 
 Quern super Anglorum rebus, Venetoque tumultu 
 Ardentem curae, et semper nova damna coquebant. 
 
 1 MS, inserts here 
 
 Hie pater accepto castu fovet sere lupanar. G. 
 
 2 MS, adds ' que' G. 3 MS, drops ' ille ' G. 
 4 MS, reads ' Ah ! male nutritis ' G. 
 
LOCVST.E. 35 
 
 Huic Stygias sub corde faces, omnesque nefando, 
 Pectore succendit furias, ille improbus ira 
 Concilium vocat. Agglomerant imberbia Fratrnm 
 Agmina, coucurrunt veteranis ordine longo 
 Insignes ducibus Iesuitae, auimisque parati, 
 Sive dolo libeat, seu Marti fidere aperto. 
 Discumbunt, sedet in mediis diademate Paulus 
 Tempora prsefulgens triplici, vultuque dolorem 
 Prsefatus, sic tandem iras, atque ora resolvit. 
 Nil pudet incepto 1 victos desistere ? fessos 
 Deficere, extremoque ; fere languere sub actu, 
 Nee posse instantem Romae differre ruinam ? 
 Fata vetant : mene incertis concedere fatis ? 
 Inclusus latebris Monachus tot vertere praedas, 
 Tot potuit Patri Romano avellere gentes ? 
 Ast ego, quern strato venerantur corpore, sacris 2 
 Blanda etiam pedibus libantes oscula Reges : 3 
 Quern Superi, 4 quern terra tremit, manesque; 
 
 profundi, 
 Qui solio Cbristi assideo, Christo aemulus ipsi, 
 Tot mala quotidie, et semper crescentia inultus 
 Damna fero : et quisquam Romanum numen 
 adoret ? 
 
 1 MS, 'inccepto.' G 2 MS, 'reges.' G. 
 
 3 This line not in MS. G. 
 
 4 MS. ' ccelum.' G. 
 
36 L0CT8T.E. 
 
 Aut vigiles supplex munus suspendat 1 ad aras ? 
 lam Veneti juga detrectant, etjussa superbi 
 Destituunt, Batavus nulla revocabilis arte 
 Effugit, longeque ; escas laqueosque recusat. 
 Gallia tot conipressa malis, tot cladibus acta 
 Deficit, et jam dimidia plus parte recessit. 
 Ille ^Navarrena infelix 2 ex arbore ramus 
 (Exosum genus, et divis hostile Latinis) 
 Quanquam oculos fingens placidos, vultusque ; 
 
 serenat, 
 Aggerat ingentem memori sub corde dolorem. 
 
 Et velut ille fame, et vinclis infractus ahenis, 
 Oblitusque ; leo irarum, caudamque ; remulcens 
 Porrectas manibus captabit leniter escas : 
 Si semcl insueto saturaverit ora cruore, 
 Mox soliti redeunt animi : fremit horridus ira, 
 Vincula mox et claustra vorat, rapit ore cruento 
 Custodem, et primas domitor lacer imbuit iras. 
 Quid referam tota divisos mente Britannos, 
 Quos neque blanditia? molles, non aspera terrent 
 Iurgia, non ipsos stementia fulmina Reges ? 
 Heu sobolem invisam, et fatis majora Latinis 
 Fata Biitannoi-um ! Centum variata figuris 
 Proditio flammis, ferroque, atroque ; veneno 
 
 1 MS, ' euspendet ' G. 2 MS, < infoelix ' G. 
 
L0CYSTJ2. 37 
 
 Nil agit : infensum detorquet vulnera numen. 
 Nil Hispana juvat pubes, nil maxima classis, 
 Quam Tellus stupuit, stupuit Neptunus euntem, 
 Hiratus liquidum sylvescere pinibus aequor. 
 Quin toto disjecta mari fugit sequore prono, 
 Iamque ; relaxatos immittens navita funes, 
 Increpitat ventos 1 properans, Eurosque : 2 morantes. 
 Tot 3 precibus properata aegre, frustraque ; 
 
 redempta 
 Quid laeti tulit ilia dies, qua, sidus Elisae. 4 
 Occidit, et longo solvit se Roma dolore ? 
 Occidit ilia quidem, qua nullam Roma cruentam 
 Nostra magis vidit, faustamve Brittannia stellam. 
 Sed simul exoritur, quern nos magis omnibus unum 
 Horremus, gelida. 5 consurgens Phoebus ab Arcto : 
 Quern Pallas quern Husae omnes comitantur euntem, 
 Pax simul incedit laeto Saturnia vultu, 
 Lora manu laxans, trabitur captiva catenis 
 Barbaries : positoque ; gemens Bellona flagello. 
 
 1 MS, ' Zephiros ' G. 2 MS, ' ventosque ' G. 
 
 3 MS, ' Quid toties ' and in MS, the line reads, 
 ' Quid toties precibus, festisque accersita votis.' G. 
 
 4 MS, reads here also before the next line of the text 
 commencing ' Occidit,' 
 
 ' Occidit, et longo solvit si Roma dolore.' G. 
 SMS, 'gelido' G. 
 
88 L0CV9T.*. 
 
 Non me ncquicquam juncturn uno foedere triplex 
 Imperium terret, terret fatale Iacobi, 
 Ncc frustra impositum Luctantis ab omine nomen. 
 Quin similis Patri soboles inimiea Latino 
 Nomina Pontifici assumens, radiante superbos 
 Henricos puer, et Fredericos cxprimit ore. 
 Nunc et equos domitare libot, spumantiaque ora 
 Colligere in nodum, sinuosaque flectere colla, 
 ] Et teneris hastam jam nunc jactare lacertis. 
 Quin ctiam ille minor, sed non minus ille timendus 
 Carolus, haud laeto turbat nos omine, cujus 
 Mortiferam accopit primo sub nomine plagam 
 Roma, et lethali, languens in vulnere, lenta 
 Peste cadit, certamque videt moribunda ruinam. 
 Ilia etiam inferior sexu, non pectore, terret, 
 Qua; reducem nobis foecundam ostentat Elisam, 
 Invisum, niajus fatis, ac cladibus auctum 
 Nomen, et invictam spondens post praelia pacem. 
 Nee me vanus agit terror, quippe illius ore 
 Praevideo multas nobis, nisi fallor, Elisas. 
 
 Quae mibi spes ultra ? Vel me praesaga mali mens 
 Abstulit, et veris majora pavescere jussit, 
 
 1 After this line in MS, comes ' Quse mihi spes ultra.' 
 
 The intermediate lines from ' Quin etiam ' as far as 
 
 ' Provideo multas ' are not in the MS. G 
 
LOCVST-B. 39 ; 
 
 Yel calamo Pater, et Musis, sed Alius armis 
 Sternet, et extremis condet mea moenia flammis. 1 
 
 Hei mihi ! siderese 2 turres, tuque aemula cceli 
 Vrbs, antiqua Deum sedes, reginaque terrae r 
 Quam lana Assyrio pingit fueata veneno, 
 Quam vestes auro, stellasque imitante pyropo 
 Illusae decorant, ostro, coccoque pudentes, 
 Cui tautum de te licuit ? Quae dextera sacras 
 Dilacerare arces potuit ? Quo numine turres 
 3 Dejicere ? iugentique vias complere ruina ? 
 
 Conticuit : tristisque diu stupor omnibus ora 
 4 Defixit, mistoque sinus premit ira dolore. 
 Vt rediere animi, strepitus, junctaeque querelis 5 
 Increbuere minae : dolor iras, ira dolorem 
 Aggerat, altemisque incendunt 6 pectora flammis : 
 Tota mini s, mistoque fremunt subsellia luctu. 
 
 At sonitus 7 inter medios, et maximus aevo, 
 Et sceptris Iesuita potens, cui caetera parent 
 Agmina, consurgens ultro sese obtulit : illo 
 Conspecto siluere omnes, atque ora tenebant 
 
 1 MS. inserts here 
 
 Et super (ah vereor, nee sit mihi credere) victor 
 Disjectas super exultet credelior arces. O. 
 
 2 MS. ' sideriae.' G. 3 MS. ' Projicere.' G. 
 4 MS. ' defigit.' G. 6 ' queraelis.' G. 
 
 6 MS. 'incendit.' G. 7 MS. ' strepitus.' G, 
 
40 LOCTSTJR. 
 
 Affixi. Verba JEquivoeus versuta loquenti 
 Suggerit, et cordi custos, orique residit. 1 
 
 Pater, 6 hominum Princeps, 6 maxime divum* 
 Conditor, haud minor ipse Deo, jam parva caduco 
 Spes superest regno, neque te sententia fallit : 
 Moenia prajcipitem spondent sublapsa ruinam. 
 Nullum igitur lacrymis tempus, quinocyus 
 
 omnes 
 Sarcimus veteres, aliasque reponimus arces. 
 Quid prohibet quin arte diu tua Eoma supersit, 
 Qua vel nunc superest ? Fatum sibi quisque supre- 
 
 mum est, 
 Et sortis faber ipse suae. Nunc, optime, nostram 
 Qua fieri possit panels, Pater accipe mentem. 
 
 Yt qui armis hostile parat rescindere Tallum, 
 Non ubi confertis armantur moenia 3 turmis, 
 Aut altis cinguntur aquis, sed qua aggere raro, 
 Atque humiles tenui muros cinxere corona, 
 Irruit, incautamque malis prcmit artibus urbem : 
 Non secus infirmi nutantia 4 pectora sexus 
 Blanditiis tentanda, doloque adeunda procaci. 
 In tenui labor, 5 at lucrum non tenue sequetur 
 Vincitur, et vincit citius ; 6 cito foemina discit 
 
 1 MS, ' sedebat.' G. MS, ' magne deorum.' G. 
 3 MS, 'prselia.' G. MS, ' dubitantia. G. 
 
 6 MS, 'est.' G. MS, 'melius.* G. 
 
LOCVST.55. 41 
 
 Errores, sciteque docet : gremio ilia virili 
 Infusa, et niveis cunetantern ainplexa lacertis, 
 Blanda sinus leviter niolles, et pectora vellit, 
 Hox domitae iniperitat ruenti, bibit ille venenum, 
 Et rapit errores aninio, penitusque recondit, 
 Qui toties septus, toties invictus ab boste 
 Constitit, armatum qui dente, atque 1 ungue leo- 
 
 nem 
 Mano'ides dextra impavidus lacerabat inermi, 
 Pellicis in gremio ciinem, roburque relinquens, 
 Fceminea infelix (nullus superandus 2 ab armis) 
 Aile, sine ense jacet, sine vi, sine vulnere victus. 
 His, Pater baud levibus visum est praeludere 
 
 tebis. 
 Et quoniam illecebris flecti, frangive recusat 3 
 Vi Batavus, tecbnis subeundus, et arte domandus. 
 Apta nee ansa deest : manet illic forte, scbolis- 
 que 
 Imperitat vafri ingenii, fideique labantis 
 Arminius, quern magna stupet sequiturque caterva, 
 Ampbibium genus, et studiis bostile quietis. 
 Hi suetis stimulandi odiis, scitisqve fovendi 
 
 1 MS, ' acque ' Q 2 MS, ' sequandus ' G. 
 3 The nine lines from this onward, are not in 
 the MS. G. 
 
42 LOCVBT.E. 
 
 Laudibus, ac donis onerandi, rebus Iberis 
 Vt faveant, sceptrum Hispano obsequiumque repo- 
 nant. 
 
 Proximus in Gallos labor est, quos agmine pleno 
 Aversos, iterum ad Roman matremque ; reducam. 
 Parisios 1 vobis facile succidere flores, 
 Liliaque Hispano dabimus calcanda Leoni ; 
 Et trunca, ad solitum decusso vertice morem, 
 Stemmata, radicemque; arvis transferre Granatis. 
 Ilia Navarrena infelix ex arbore planta 
 Ense recidenda est, flammisque urenda snpremis. 
 Dumque tener flectique potest, nescitque reniti 
 Surculus, in truncum mox immittatur Iberum : 
 Oblitus primi Hispanum propagine suceum 
 Imbibat, Hispanis excrescant germina ramis. 
 Quin modo qui secta. viduus manet arbore ramus, 
 Hispano discat, si fas, inolescere libro, 
 Et duplex pietas duplicato crescat amore. 
 
 Hie tragicae prologus scenae : majora paramus, 
 Non facinus vulgare sero : quod nulla tacebit, 
 Credet nulla dies, magnum populisque ; tremendum 
 Omnibus incepto : nequicquam verba, minasque ; 
 Conterimus, nequicquam artes projecimus omnes : 
 Tempora nos urgent mortis suprema supremum 
 
 1 MS, ' facile vobis * G. 
 
locvst^;. 43 
 
 Tentandum scelus est : tollatur quicquid iniqui 
 Obstiterit ; nee te larvati nomen honesti 
 Terreat, aut sceleris ; quin tu moderator honesti, 
 Begula tu justi : per fas, Pater optime, nobis 
 Perque ; nefas tentanda via est, qua frangere duros 
 Possimus, Latiumque ; ipsis inferre Britannis. 
 Illi bostes, illi telisque dolisque petendi, 
 Vindictam reliqui tantam videantque; tremantque; 1 
 Nee mibi mens solum gelidis auferre cicutis, 
 Aut armis Kegem, cultrove invadere : magnum, 
 Sed prius auditum est facinus ; certissimus ultor 
 Et sceptris odiisque puer succedet avitis. 
 Sed Regem pariter, pariterque inflexile semen, 
 Sed Proceres, Patresque Equitesque et quicquid 
 
 ubique 
 Prudentis vulgi est, ictu truncabimus uno. 
 Quin domitos sine telo omnis, sine vulnere victos 
 Flagitio, Pater, una uno dabit bora Britannos. 
 Qua facere id possim, paucis adverte, docobo. 
 
 Stat bene nota domus, saxo construeta vetusto, 
 Marmore caelato, et Pariis, formosa columnis, 
 Qua Celebris Tbamo generatus et Iside nympba, 
 Tbamisis inflexo Ludduni 2 moenia fluctu 
 Alluit, ingentemque excurrere mcenibus urbem, 
 
 1 This line not in MS. G. MS, < Londoni.' G. 
 
44 locvst^e. 
 
 Crescentesque videt semper splcndescere turres. 
 Quaque Austros patulis immittit aperta fenestris, 
 Foonte supcrba alte submissas despicit undas. 
 
 Hue flucre, et piimis omiies concurrere regnis 
 Et Proceres terrae et Patres Plebemque Britanna?. 
 Ipse etiam prinium tota cum prole Senatum 
 Begina simul iugreditur comitante Iacobus. 
 
 Hie lapsos revocant mores, Romacque cruentas 
 Imponunt leges, et po3nas sanguine poscunt. 
 At latebrae subter caecaB, magnisque ; cavernae 
 Excurrunt spatiis, multo loca foeta Lyaeo. 
 His tacite nitrum et viventia sulpbura tectis 
 Subjiciam, Stygioque implebo pulvere sedes. 
 
 Vt numero 1 primum crescunt subscllia justo, 
 Et semel intumuit pleno domus alta Senatu, 
 Tecta ruam : jurat horrendos procul aure fragores 
 Excipere, et mistas latoribus aere leges 
 Correptas spectare : juvat semusta virorum 
 Membra, omnesque supra volitantes aethere Reges 
 Cernere : rupta gemet Tellus, et territa coeli 
 Dissilient spatia ; ast alto se gurgite praeceps 
 Tbamisis abscondet, mirabitur aathera Pluto, 3 
 Et trepidi fugient immisso lumine manes. 
 Dixerat : applaudunt omnes, magis omnibus ipse 
 
 1 MS, ' primum numero.' G. 2 MS, ' Pluton.' G. 
 
LOCTST^!. 45 
 
 Consilium laudat sanctus Pater, ipse labantis 
 'Patronum Roma? laeto sic ore salutat : 
 Dii Patribus fausti semper, cultique Latinis, 
 Non omnino tamen moritime mcenia Roma? 
 Deseritis, tales cum animos, et tanta tulistis 
 Pectora, jam versis Latium florescere fatis 
 Aspicio, effcetamque iterum juvenescere Romam, 
 
 Ast ego quas tandem laudes pro talibus ausis, 
 Quae paria inveniam ? Q,uin tu mox aureus sede 
 Stabis, victrici succinctus tempora lauro. 
 Ipse ego marmoreas, merit is pro talibus, aras 
 Adjiciam, ipse tibi vota, et pia thura frequenter 2 
 Imponam, et summos jam nunc meditabor bonores. 
 
 Salve presidium fidei columenque Latinse : 
 Incipe jam cselo assuesci, stellasque patentes 
 Ingreditor, 3 manibusque coli jam disce supinis. 
 
 Interea ^quivocus manes, atque ; infima Ditis 
 Regna patens, magnis Erebum rumoribus implet, 
 Inventum facinus, cujus cselumque solumque, 
 Atque umbras pudeat steriles, quod cuncta, quod 
 
 ipsas 
 Vicerit Eumenidas, totoque 4 a crimine solvat. 
 
 1 MS, new paragraph. G. 3 MS, 'ingredere' G. 
 
 2 MS, ' quot annis ' G. 4 MS, ' omnique ' G. 
 
46 loctst^e. 
 
 At lesuita memor sceleris, coeptique nefandi 
 Lucifugae devota Iovi, Patrique Latino 
 Pectora de tota excerpit 2 lectissima gente : 
 Digna quidem proles Itala de matre Britanna. 
 Hie dirum a Facibus certo trahit online nornen, 
 Hie Hyemes referens, magnos portenderat imbres, 
 Raptaque perpetua. minitatur luruina nocte. 
 3 Hic trahit a Fossis, raucis hie nomina Corvis : 
 His lesuita nefas aperit, totumque recludens 
 Consilium, horrendisque ligans Aeherontica diris 
 Yota, truces ipso caedes obsignat Iesu. 
 
 Iamque illi, ruptae media inter viscera matris, 
 Accelerant, duros (agrestia tela) ligones 
 Convectant, orco vicini, dirius orco 
 Infodiunt alte scelus, interiusque recondunt. 
 Dumque operi incumbunt alacres, crescuntque 
 ruinae, 
 
 1 This line is not in MS. The lines folio-wing read 
 thus: 
 
 Hie Stygio devota Jovi, Patrique Latino 
 
 Pectora, &c. 
 
 Digna, &c. 
 
 Ferrea tu proles ? an tu magis improba mater ? 
 
 Improba tu mater : sed sed tu quoque ferrea proles. 
 
 Hie dirum &c. G. 
 
 2 MS, ' excerpunt ' G. 
 
 4 This, and the next three lines, not in the MS. G. 
 
LOCTST^!. 47 
 
 Nescio quos multa visi sub nocte susurros 
 Percipere, et tenuinncertas cum murmure voces. 
 Vicinos illi manes, Erebumque timentes 
 Diffugiunt trepidi, refluunt cum sanguine mentes : 
 Iamque umbris similes ipsi vitantur, ut umbrae, 
 Et vitant, ipsique timent, ipsique timentur. 
 Hie medio lapsus cursu immotusque recumbens 
 Pressa anima, clausisque oculis, jamflagra sequentis- 
 Tisiphones, uncasque manus, et verbera sperat. 
 Hie cavas quaerit latebras, cupaque receptus 1 
 Fitrosa, trepidos intra se contrahit artus. 
 Sic cum membra silent placida resoluta quiete, 
 Terrenus nigra inficiens paaecordia fumus 
 Invadet mentem, jamque umbram effingit inanem, 
 Taeda umbram Stygia armatam, sanieque madentem: 
 Omnia turbantur subito, volat idle per auras 
 Exanimis demensque metu, frustraque refixos 
 Increpat usque pedes ; praesens insultat imago, 
 lam tergum calcemque terens : 2 vox ore sepulta 
 Deficit, et dominum fallaci prodit biatu. 
 
 1 These two lines read thus in MS, 
 
 Ille cado tectus nitroso contrahit artus 
 
 Cuncta timens, trepide obliquis speculatus ocellis. G. 
 
 2 MS, ' terens.' G. 
 
48 IOCVST.E. 
 
 Vt reduci mox corde metus sedantur inertes, 
 Paulatim apparent rari latcbrasque relinquunt : 
 Incertique metus tanti, sed pergere eerti, 
 Cautius arrecta captabant aure susurros. 
 Vt tandem humanam agnoscunt ex murmure vocem, 
 Laeti abeunt, ortoquc die vicina Lyax* 1 
 Sacrata ediscunt latis cxcurrere cellis. 
 Conducunt, nitrumque avide, sulpburque recondunt, 
 Et ligno seelus et conjecto vimine celant. 
 Iamque 2 nefas felix stabat, prointunique seniles 
 Temporis inerepitant gressus, lucemque morantem. 
 
 2 Sed quid ego nullo effandum, nulloque tacen- 
 dum 
 Tempore rlagitium repeto ? Quid nomina Diris 
 Vota, et perpetuis repeto celebrando tenebris ? 
 At frustra celabo tamen quod terra stupescit, 
 Quod Superi exborrent, quod Tartarus ipse re- 
 
 cusat, 
 Ejuratque nefas : incisum mannore crimen 
 Vivet in a3ternuni, pariter Iesuitica longum 
 Simplicitas vivet, rerumque piissima Roma. 
 
 Iamque optata 4 dies aderat, qua more vetusto 
 Conveniunt magno Proceresque Patresque Senatu : 
 
 1 MS, 'Baccho' G. 2 MS: new paragraph. G. 
 
 3 This and the seven succeeding lined not in MS. G. 
 
 4 MS, 'propinqua' G. 
 
locvstjK. 49 
 
 Ipse sacris Princeps devinctus tempora gemmis, 
 Aut phalerato insignis equo, curruve superbus 
 Ingreditur, laterique haeret pulcherrinia Conjux, 
 Et sobole et forma fortunatissima princeps. 
 Proximus incedit 1 facie vultuque sereno 
 Ille animum ostentans patrium matrisque decores, 
 Mistaque concordi felicia prselia paci, 
 Henricus, placidoque refulgens Carolus ore. 
 Virgineasque simul, Magnatum incendia, turmas, 
 Insignes forma nymphas, formosior ipsa 
 Flagrantes perfusa genas inducit Elisa 2 , 
 Et nivibus roseum 3 commiscuit ore pudorem. 
 Haud secus innumeris ccelo stipata sereno 
 Ignibus incedit, radiosque argentea puros 
 Dijaculans, cunctis prsefulget Cynthia stellis. 
 Mox Procerum accrescunt multo splendentia luxu 
 Agmina gemmisqne insignes et murice fulgent, 
 Conciliumque petunt conferti ; effusus euntes 
 Prosequitur plaususque virum, clangorque tubarum, 
 Et faustis mistus precibus ferit ardua clamor 
 Sidera, tota fremit 4 festis urbs quassa triumphis. 5 
 
 1 MS, ' insequitur ' G. 2 MS, ' Eliza ' G. 
 
 3 MS, 'multum' G. 4 MS, tremit' G. 
 
 5 In MS, these eight lines occur, hetween ' Sidera ' . . 
 and ' Nox erat' .... 
 
 Sed quid ego nullo effandum, nullaque tacendum 
 D 
 
50 L0CVST.3E. 
 
 Nox erat, et Facii Titan scelerisque propinqui 
 Avolat impatiens, stimulisque 1 minisque jugalea 
 Exagitans, latet ad verso jam tutus in orbe ; 
 Quaque volat, patulae lustrans 2 tot 3 crimina terrae, 
 Nullum aequale videt, Thracesque Getasque cruentos 
 Quique; Platam, Gangem, rapidum qui potat 
 
 Oraxem, 
 Qui 4 Phlegetonta, omnes 5 omni jam crimine solvit. 
 Diffugiunt stellae, nequicquam impervia tentans 
 iEquora collectis nebulis extinguitur Vrsa. 
 Manibus, et sceleri nox apta, at nigrior ipsa. 
 Nocte facem plumbo septam, tsedamque latentem 
 Veste tegens, cellam Facius crimenque ; revisit. 
 Dumque; opuseffingittragicum, facinusque; retexit, 
 Multa timet speratque ; bine poena, hinc praemia 
 pectus 6 
 
 Tempore flagitium memoro ? quid nomina Diria 
 Vota, et perpetuis, memoro celebranda tenebris ? 
 At frustra celabo tamen quod terra stupescit, 
 Quod caelum exhorret quod Tartarus ipse recusat, 
 Ejuratque nefas ; incisum marmore crimen 
 Vovet in aeternam, pariter Iesuitica longum 
 Simpliciter vivet, rerumque piissima Roma. G. 
 
 1 ' stimulosque ' G. 
 
 2 MS, ' late perlustrans.' G. 3 MS, drops < tot ' G. 
 4 MS, ' Quiqui Styga et ' G. 5 MS, ' omnis ' G. 
 
 6 MS, reads 'pavor trepidantia spesque.' G. 
 
LCCVST.E. 51 
 
 Sollicitant, * dubio desciscunt viscera motu. 
 Iamque vacillantem ^Equivocus ccenamque ; pre- 
 
 cesque ; 
 Caecumque ; 2 obsequium menti, Papamque ; reponens 
 Fulcit, et injectis obfirmat pectora Diris. 
 
 Ast oculos summo interea deflexit Olympo 
 Ille Pater rerum, certo qui sidera cursu 
 Magna rotat, terrasque ; mmu et maria improba 
 
 claudit. 
 Coefectasque videns fraudes, caecisque cavernis 
 Crimina vicino matura tumescere partu ; 
 Mox Aquilam affatur, solio quae sternitur'imo 3 
 Advigilans liquidasque ; alis mandata per auras 
 Prsecipitat : Coufestim Anglos pete nuneia clivos, 
 Et Proceres summis curam de rebus habentes 
 Aggressa, ambiguo fraudes sermone recludas, 
 Atque acres coeco turbes aenigmate sensus. 
 Ipse ego dum voces alto sub pectore versant, 
 Ipse oculos mentemque ; dabo, qua infanda Iacobus 
 Ausa, et Tarpeii evolvat conamina Patris. 
 
 Dixerat : at 4 levibus volucris secat aethera 
 pennis, 
 Ocyor et vento, et rapido Iovis ocyor igne 
 
 1 MS, ' corda trahunt ' G. 
 MS, 'atto.* 4 MS, 'hsec' G. 
 
 2 This and two following lines not in MS. G. 
 
52 r.orvsT^:. 
 
 Iamque ; simul niveas Ludduni ' assurgere longe 
 Aspicit, aspectasqne ; simul tenet impigra turres. 
 
 Penniger hie primum contractis nuncius alia 
 Constitit, et formosa videns fulgescere 2 tecta, 
 Coetilibus muris, parilique ; rubentia saxo, 
 Ingreditur, magno posuit qua3 splendida sumptu 
 Qui patriis major succrevit laudibus heros. 
 Prudentis soboles patris prudentior ipse. 
 Hunc, 3 ubi consillium pleno de pectore promit, 
 Mirantur Britones la>ti, mirantur Iberi, 
 Et laudant animos trepidi, metuuntque sagaces. 
 Ille etiam gazam (major tamen ipse) Britannam, 
 Ille etiam ilusas tutatur, et otia Musis, 
 Chamus ubi angustas tardo vis fiumine ripas 
 Complet, decrepitoque pater jam deficit amne. 
 Ille mihi labro teretes trivisse cicutas, 
 Ille modos faustus ealamo permisit agresti. 
 Hue ubi perventum est, mutato nuntius ore 
 Perplexa attonito descriptas arte tabellas 
 Tradidit beroi, et mediae sese ocyus urbi 
 Proripiens, suetis 4 iterum se condidit astris. 
 
 Ille legens cseci stupuit vestigia scripti, 
 Atque iterum voces iterumque recolligit omnes, 
 
 1 MS, ' Londini ' G. 2 MS, ' splendescere. ' G. 
 
 3 This and following eight lines not in MS. G. 
 
 4 MS, ' solitis ' G- 
 
LOCVST.E. 53 
 
 Iamque hoc, jamque illud, jam singula pectore 
 
 versat. 
 Quidte frustra, heros, angis? Non si Oedipus author 
 Spondeat, hos animo speres resciudere nodos. 
 Non mininium est crimen crimen prsesumere tantiun, 
 Nee virtus minima est scelus ignorasse profundum, 1 
 Quod bene 3 cum scieris, non sit 3 tibi credere tantum. 
 Postquam fessa oculos nihil ipsa excerpere nigris 
 Suspicio scriptis potuit, nihil omnibus actum 
 Consiliis, ipsi referunt senigmata Pegi. 
 
 Ille oculo nodos facili, scelerumque nefandas 
 Percurrens animo ambages (dum nubila spargit 
 Lux lucis, mentemque aperit) nox omnia pandit 
 Monstra, aperitque nefas solus, tenebrasque resolvit. 
 
 Quin medias inter rechnas 4 jam nocte profunda 
 Artificem sceleris prendunt, patet alta nitroso 
 Pulvere fceta domus, penitusque recondita Soli 
 Crimina miranti, 5 et coelo ostenduntur aperto. 
 
 Non secus atque Euris media inter viscera pressis 
 Pupta patet Tellus, magnoque fatiscit hiatu, 
 Dissultant pavidi montes, penitusque cavernis 
 IrnmittuntPhaebum, furiasque, umbrasquerecludunt 
 Apparet 6 deforme Chaos Stygiique penates, 
 
 1 MS, ' nefandum ' G. 2 MS, ' probe ' G. 
 
 3 MS, ' est ' G. 4 MS, ' fraudes ' G. 
 
 5 MS, ' apparent seelera ' G. 6 MS, "apparent.' G. 
 
54 L0CVSTJ5. 
 
 Apparet 1 barathrum, et diri penetralia Ditis, 
 Miranturque diem perculso lumine Manes. 
 Iamque ipso pariter cum crimine, criminis author 
 Protrahitur, circum populus fluit omnis euntem : 
 Expleri nequeunt animi frontemque tuendo 
 Torvam, 2 squalentesque genas, nemorosaque setis 
 Ora, 3 et Tartareas referentia lumina taedas 
 
 Ille autem audenti similis, similisque timenti, 
 Nunc fremitu turbam, et dictis ridere superbis, 
 Diductisque ferox inhiantem illudere labris : 
 Nunc contra trepidare metu, tremulosque rotare 
 Circum oculos, jam flagra miser, dextramque parati 
 Carnificis medios inter saevire cruores 
 Sentit, jamque Erebum spectat furibundushiantem : 
 Et semesa inter labcntes membra dracones 
 Percipiens, aeternae horret primordia pcenae. 
 
 Pater, 6 terrae, et summi Pegnator Olympi, 
 Quas tibi pro meritis laudes, quae munera laeti 
 Tanta. servati dabimus de clade Britanni ? 
 
 Non nos, non miseri, (nee tanta superbia lapsis) 
 Sufficimus mentis : sed quas prius ipse dedisti, 
 Quas iterum solas repetis, Pater, accipe mentes. 
 Dum domus aeterno stabit pulcherrima saxo, 
 
 1 Ibid. G. 2 MS, ' oraqu.' G. 
 3 This line reads in MS, 
 
 Lumina, neglectamque minantem in pectora barbam. G. 
 
L0CVSTJ5. 55- 
 
 Pulvere sulphureo, et tantis erepta ruinis, 
 Dum tumidis Nereus undarum mcenibus Anglos 
 Sospitet, et tundat liventes sequore clivos 
 Semper nemos, semperque tuum solenne Brittannis 
 Nomen erit ; te, Magne Pater, te voce canemus, 
 Factaque per seros dabiinus memoranda nepotes. 
 Tu, Pater, iEolia fratres sub rape furentes 
 Tu premis, immensoque domas luctantia claustro 
 Pectora, tu vastos turbata ad litora montes 
 Frangis, aquasque inhibes, Rector, retrahisqua 
 
 rebelles : 
 Tu, Pater, hibernse, tu laxas vincula nocti, 
 Et lenta 2 aestivo tardas 1 vestigia Soli. 
 Te reduces iterum flores, te terra jubente 
 Pubescit, virides crinescunt vertice Fagi. 
 Imperiis Sol ipse tuis immitior ignes 
 Dijaculat Nemeum medius, Cancrumque rubentem 
 Inter, et effoetas tumido de semine fruges 
 Evocat, ac teneras duro coquit aridus sestu. 
 Mox iterum ignoto dilapsus tramite Phoebus 
 Declinat, jamque JEtbiopes, Nilique fluenta, 
 Desertasque Libum proprior despectat arenas. 
 -^os anni premit effceti properata senectus ; 
 Flavent pampineae frondes, salicesque recurvae, 
 
 1 MS, ' tarda ' G. 2 MS, ' lentas ' G. 
 
56 L0CVST.3S. 
 
 Decrepitse fluxis 1 calvescunt crinibus ulmi. 
 
 Tu, Pater, invictasquas jactat Iberia classes 
 Frangis, et ingentes dispergis in aethera motus, 
 Iamque etiam erepta (sacro mihi nomine) Elisa, 2 
 Ingentem meritos claclcm, ingentemque timentes 
 Kestituis, placidoque ferens tria Septra Iacobo. 
 Multiplicem nobis reddis placatus Elisam. 3 
 
 Salve, summe Heros, setatis gloria nostrse, 
 Decus Anglorum, Princeps, patriseque beatus 
 Musarumque pater, placidam tu pacis olivam 
 Angligenis infers felix, majoraque votis 
 Gaudia, et astemos firmas in prole triumphos. 
 Tu bifidum clauso nobis 4 premis obice Ianum, 
 Pieridumque potens armis, feralia sacrae 
 Moenia prosternis Romae, Eegumque lupanar 
 Diruis, et nimio meretricem vulnere figis. 
 Accipe pubentem 6 tenera lanugine Musam, 
 
 1 MS, ' laxis 5 G. 2 MS, 'Eliza' G. 
 
 3 MS, ' Elizam ' G. 4 MS, < nobis clauso ' G. 
 
 5 In MS, between tnis and next line, these occur : 
 
 Tu mihi, tu labis teretes trevisse cicutas 
 Tu numeros faustus calamo permittis agresti ; 
 Chamus uhi angustas tardo vix flumine ripas, 
 Complet, decrepitoque Pater jam deficit amne. 
 
 6 MS, ' vestitum ' G. 
 
LOCVST\S. 57 
 
 Quae 1 salices inter spretas, ulvamque palustrem, 
 (Non lauros palmasque ambit) proludere discit, 
 Et tentans sese irmatos depascitnr ignes, 
 Qua Pater extends Chamus vix cognita rivis, 
 Flumina deinulcens Regales alluit hortos, 
 Templaque ; subniissis veneratur Eegia lympbis. 
 Mox ubi pennatis crevit maturior alis, 
 Te canere audebit, tua (Princeps) condere facta : 
 Exbaustoque ; tumens Helicone, 2 undantia pleno 
 Carmina diffimdet fluvio ; ccelum audiet omne, 
 Audiet omne nemus : resonabilis accinet 3 Eccho. 
 
 1 This and following five lines not in MS : in place of 
 them we have these two, viz : 
 
 Accipe ' vestitum &c., 
 
 Et cui poene puer prius ipsa in patre favebas 
 In sobole agnoscias facilis vestigia cantus : 
 Mox &c. G. 
 
 2 In MS, ' lamque sui non ispa capax ' G. 
 
 3 In MS, ' audiet ' G. 
 
 *** I note that in the great majority of its occurence, 
 the ' que,' as ' magnisque ' is printed with ' q ' only, as 
 ' magnisq ; '. I have left the ' ; ' to mark this. On page 
 2, Note page 16, the ' Locustse ' of the original title-page 
 
58 
 
 &c, ought to have been ' Locvstae ; on page 9, line 11, read 
 ' gaudes ' not ' guade3 ' : page 11, line 26, read 'triumphos ' 
 and page 16, line 14, read ' frustra e terns'. Our fac- 
 similes (Vol. 1st., large paper copies) represent (1) Lines 
 16—28 on pp 18—19 (2) Close of Epistle to Murray a* 
 on page 10, and (3) Autograph on fly-leaf of the MS. G. 
 
 &'mi%. 
 
II. 
 
Hote. 
 
 The following is the title-page of ' The Apollyonists * : 
 
 The 
 
 Locvsts 
 
 or 
 Apollyo- 
 nists. 
 By 
 Phineas Fletcher 
 
 of 
 
 Kings Colledge 
 
 in 
 
 Camhridge. 
 
 Printed by Thomas Bvcke and Iohn Bvcke 
 Printers to the Universitie of 
 Camhridge. 
 1627 [4to] 
 
 Collation : Tit'.e-page. . . .Epistle Dedicatory 1 page. . . . 
 Verses 1 page. . . .Poem pp 31—100 [continued from the 
 Latin 'Locu&tse ']... .This English portion alone of the 
 rare volume has fetched £9 9s, and £10. (Angl. Bib. 
 Poet, and Skegg.) See Essay ante, for its influence on 
 Milton. G. 
 
[EPISTLE DEDICATORY.] 
 
 To THE RIGHT NOBLE LaDT ToWNSHEND. l 
 
 XCELLENT Lady, as the Eoote from 
 which you sprang, those ever by me 
 honoured and truly honourable Patents : 
 so the Stocke into which you are newly grafted 
 (my most noble friend) challenge at my hand more 
 honour then I can, not more then I would give 
 you. It may perhaps seem strange, that I have 
 consecrated these uncombed verses to your hands, 
 yet unknowne ; unknowne I confesse if knowledge 
 were by sight onely. Bat how should he not know 
 the Branch, who knowes the Tree ? How should 
 I but see your ingenuous nature in their noble 
 genius ? Who can be ignorant of the science 2 
 who knowes as well the roote that bare and 
 nourish it, as the stocke into which it is grafted ? 
 Marvell not then, that in the dedication of this 
 
 1 See foot-note to dedication of Latin ' Locustse ' 
 
 2 Id est, 'sciens* or scion=graff. O. 
 
 G. 
 
62 EPISTLE DEDICATORY. 
 
 little pamphlet, I durst not separate you who are 
 so neere by God's own hand united. And not for 
 mine (who cannot aspire to deserve any respect 
 from you) but his sake, who (is my heart) your 
 head, accept this poore service. So may you still 
 enjoy on earth the joyes and fruites of a chaste and 
 loving bed : and at length the most glorious em- 
 braces of that most excellent Spouse in heaven. 
 
 Your unknowne servant in all Christian 
 love. P. F. 
 
 To my Friend the Author. 
 
 "When after-times read in thy living Muse 
 The shame of ours, it will be thought th' abuse 
 Of this blacke age, and that this matchlesse crime 
 Is th' issue of thy braine, not of the Time. 
 And though the Actors in this dismall vow 
 Had their deserts, yet dy'de they not till now 
 Thou giv'st them life : the life thy verses give 
 Is the reward of those that ought not live, 
 But where their Plot, and they may naked ly, 
 And be made o're to lasting infamy. 
 Begin, and who approue not thy relation. 
 Lik't them and it : forfeit their preservation. 
 
 H. M. 1 
 
 1 Query . . . Henry More the Platonist ? G. 
 
%\tz ^ocmts or Jlpollyrmists. 
 
 Canto 1. 
 
 F men, nay Beasts : worse, Monsters ; 
 worst of all, 
 Incarnate Fiends, English Italianat j 1 
 Of Priests, no ! Masse-Priests, Priests-Cannibal ; 
 Who make their Maker chewe, grinde, feede, 
 
 grow fat 
 With flesh divine : of that great Citie's fall, 
 Which borne, nur'st, growne with blood, th' Earth's 
 
 empresse sat : 
 Clen'sd, spous'd to Christ yet backe to whoredome 
 fel, 
 None can enough, something I faine would tell. 
 How blacke are quenched lights ! Falne's Heaven's 
 a double Hell. 
 
 1 Andrew Marvel, later, uses the word : 
 " Her native Beauty's not Italianated " (To Dr. Witty) 6. 
 
64 APOLLTONISTS. 
 
 Great Lord, Who grasp' st all creatures in Thy 
 
 hand ; 
 Who in Thy lap lay'st downe proud Thetis 1 head, 
 And bind'st her white curFd locks in caules 2 of sand, 
 Who gather' st in Thy fist and lay'st in bed 
 The sturdy winds ; Who ground' st the noting land 
 On fleeting seas, and over all hast spread 
 Heaven's brooding wings, to foster all below ; 
 
 Who mak'st the sun without all fire to glow, 
 The spring of heat and light : the moone to ebbe 
 
 and flow. 
 
 Thou world's sole Pilot, Who in this poore Isle 
 — So small a bottome — hast embark't Thy light, 
 And glorious Selfe : and steer' st it safe, the while 
 Hoarse drumming seas, and winds lowd trumpets 
 
 fight: 
 Who causest stormy heavens here onely smile : 
 Steare me poore ship-boy, steare my course aright : 
 Breath gracious Spirit, breath gently on these 
 
 layes, 
 
 1 One of the daughters of Nereus and Doris. Cf. 
 Homer, Iliad, I. 358 : xviii, 36 : xx, 207. G. 2 Coifs. G. 
 
AP0L1Y0NTSTS. 65 
 
 Be Thou my compasse-needle to my wayes : 
 Thy glorious works my fraught 1 my haveu is Thy 
 prayse. 
 
 4. 
 
 Thou purple Whore 2 mounted on scarlet beast 
 Gorg'd with the flesh, drunk with the blood of 
 
 saints ; 
 "Whose amorous golden cup, and charmed feast 
 All earthly kings, all earthly men, attaints ; 
 See thy live pictures, see thine owne, thy best, 
 Thy dearest sonnes, and cheere thy heart, that faints. 
 Harke thou sav'd Island, harke, and never cease 
 To prayse that Hand which held thy head in peace ; 
 Else had'st thou swumme as deep in blood, as 
 
 now in seas. 
 
 5. 
 
 The cloudy Mght came whirling up the skie, 
 And scatt'ring round the dewes, which first shee 
 
 drew 
 From milky poppies, loads the drowsie eie : 
 The watry moone, cold Yesper and his crew 
 Light up their tapers : to the sunne they fly 
 And at his blazing flame their sparks renew. 
 
 1 Freight or cargo. G. 2 Eevel. xvn. 2—6. 
 E 
 
66 APOLLYONISTS. 
 
 Oh why should earthly lights then scorne to 
 
 tine 1 
 Their lamps alone at that first Sunne divine ! 
 Hence as false falling starres, as rotten wood they 
 
 shine. 
 
 6. 
 
 Her sahle mantle was embroydered gay 
 With silver beames, with spangles round beset : 
 Foure steeds her chariot drew ; the first was gray, 
 The second blue, third browne, fourth blacke as 
 
 jet. 
 The hollowing 2 owle, her post, prepares the way, 
 And winged dreames — as gnat-swarms — flutt'ring, 
 
 let 3 
 Sad Sleep, who faine his eies in rest would steep 
 Why then at death doe weary mortals weep ? 
 Sleep's but a shorter death, death's but a longer 
 
 sleep. 
 
 7. 
 
 And now the world, and dreames themselves were 
 
 drown' d 
 In deadly sleep ; the labourer snorteth fast, 
 
 1 To 'light' G. 2 = hallooing. G. 3 Hinder. G. 
 
APOLLYOXISTS. 67 
 
 His brawny armes unbent ; his limbs unbound 
 As dead, forget all toyle to come, or past ; 
 Onely sad Guilt, and troubled Greatnes, crown' d 
 With heavy gold and care, no rest can tast. 
 
 Goe then vaine man, goe pill 1 the live and dead 
 Buy, sell, fawne, flatter, rise, then couch thy 
 head 
 In proud, but dangerous gold : in silke but restlesse 
 bed. 
 
 8. 
 
 When loe a sudden noyse breakes th' empty aire ; 
 A dreadfull noyse, which every creature daunts, 
 Frights home the blood, shoots up the limber 2 
 
 haire. 
 For through the silent heaven Hell's pursuivants 
 Cutting their way, command foule spirits repaire 
 "With hast to Pluto, 3 who their counsell wants. 
 Their hoarse base-homes* like fenny bittours 5 
 sound ; 
 
 1 Peel : and hence pillage. G. 
 
 2 Flexible. G. 
 
 3 = region of Pluto i.e. Hell. G. 
 
 4 Bass-horns (a musical instrument.) G. 
 
 5 Bitterns : sometimes spelled ' bitore ' and ' bitton' G. 
 
68 APOLLYONISTS. 
 
 Th' Earth shakes, dogs howle, and Heaven it 
 selfe astound 
 Shuts all his eies : the stars in clouds their can- 
 dles drown'd. l 
 
 9. 
 
 Meane time Hel[l]'s yron gates by fiends beneath 
 Are open flung : which, fram'd with wondrous art 
 To every guilty soule yeelds entrance eath 2 
 But never wight' but He, could thence depart, 
 "Who dying once was death to endlesse death.* 
 So where the liver's channel to the heart 
 
 1 This recals that Fletcher was a contemporary of 
 Shakespeare : " By these blessed candles of the night " 
 (Merchant of Venice v. i.) and " Night's candles axe burnt 
 out " (Romeo and Juliet, in. 5.) 
 
 2 Easily. G. 
 
 3 Creature : the Fletchers,' in common with their 
 contemporaries use the word frequently as = man and 
 not at all in the lowered meaning that it has now. Sir 
 John Davies, furnishes various parallels. Hence Chal- 
 mers and Southey (as before) erred in removing ' wight ' 
 from the last line of Giles Fletcher's ' Christ's Victoria.' 
 G. 
 
 4 The Puritans {e.g. Dr. John •''wen and Thomas 
 Brooks) delighted to speak of Christ's Death as the death 
 of Death, in ever-recurring word-play. G. 
 
APOLLYONTSTS. 69 
 
 Payes purple tribute, — with their three-fork't 
 
 mace 
 Three Tritons stand, and speed his flowing race, 
 But stop the ebbing streame, if once it back 
 
 would pace. 
 
 10, 
 
 The Porter to th' infernal gate is Sin, 
 A shapelesse shape, 1 a foule deformed thing, 
 Nor nothing, nor a substance : as those thin 
 And empty fonnes, which through the ayer fling 
 Their wandring shapes, at length they'r fastned in 
 The chrystall sight. It serves, yet reigns as King: 
 It lives, yet's death : it pleases, full of paine : 
 Monster ! ah who, who can thy beeing faigne ? 
 Thou shapelesse shape, live death, paine pleasing, 
 servile raigne ! 
 
 11. 
 
 Of that first woman, and th' old serpent bred, 
 By lust and custome nurst : whom when her 
 
 mother 
 Saw so deform'd, how faine would she have fled 
 
 1 As pointed out in our Essay we have here the origi- 
 nal of Paradise Lost, ii., 764. G. 
 
70 APOLLYOTISTS. 
 
 Her birth and selfe ! But she her damme would 
 
 smother, 
 And all her brood, had not He rescued 
 Who was his mother's sire, his childrens' brother ; 
 Etcmitie, who yet was borne and dy'de : 
 His own Creatour, Earth's scorne, Heaven's 
 pride, 
 Who th' Deitie inflestht, and man's flesh deifi'de. 
 
 12. 
 
 Her former parts, her mother seemes resemble, 
 Yet onely seemes to flesh and weaker sight ; 
 For she with art and paint could fine dissemble 
 Her loathsome face : her back parts — blacke as 
 
 night — 
 Like to her horride sire would force to tremble 
 The boldest heart ; to th' eye that meetes her right 
 
 She seemes a lovely sweet, of beauty rare ; 
 
 But at the parting, he that shall compare, 
 Hell will more lovely deeme, the divil's selfe 
 more faire. 
 
 13. 
 
 Her rosie cheek, quicke eye, her naked brest 
 And whatsoe're loose fancie might entice, 
 She bare expos'd to sight, all lovely drest 
 In beautie's livery and quaint devise : 
 
APOILTONISTS. 71 
 
 Thus she bewitches many a boy unblest, 
 
 "Who drench't in Hell, dreames all of Paradise : 
 
 Her brests his spheares, her armes his circling 
 skie ; 
 
 Her pleasures Heav'n, her love eternitie : 
 For her he longs to live, with her he longs to die. 
 
 14. 
 
 But He that gave a stone 1 power to descry 
 'Twixt natures hid, and checke that mettal's pride 
 That dares aspire to gold's faire puritie, 
 Hath left a touch-stone, erring eyes to guide, 
 "Which cleares their sight and strips hypocrisie. 
 They see, they loath, they curse her painted hide ; 
 Her as a crawling carrion, they esteeme : 
 Her worst of ills, and worse then that, they 
 
 deeme ; 
 Yet knowe her worse then they can think or she 
 
 can seem. 
 
 15. 
 
 Close by her sat Despaire, sad, ghastly spright 
 "With staring lookes, unmoov'd, fast-nayl'd to 
 Sinne; 
 
 1 Loadstone = magnet. G-. 
 
72 APOLLYONISTS. 
 
 Her body all of earth, her soulc of fright, 
 About her thousand deaths, but more within : 
 Pale, pined cheeks, black hayre, tome, rudely 
 
 dight; 
 Short breath, long nayles, dull eyes, sharp-pointed 
 
 chin : 
 Light, life, heaven, earth, her selfe, and all 
 
 shee fled. 
 Fayne would she die, but could not : yet halfe 
 
 dead, 
 A breathing corse she seem'd wrapt up in living 
 
 lead. 
 
 16. 
 
 In th' entrance Sicknes and faint Languour dwelt, 
 "Who with sad grones tolle out their passing knell : 
 Late Feare, Fright, Horrour, that already felt, 
 The Torturer's clawes, preventing death, and hell. 
 Within loud Griefe, and roaring Pangs (that swelt 
 In sulphure flames) did weep, and houle, and yell. 
 A thousand soules in endles dolours lie 
 Who bume, frie, hizze, and never cease to crie 
 Oh that I ne're had liv'd ! oh that I once could 
 die! 
 
 17. 
 
 And now th' infernal Powers through th' ayer 
 driving, 
 
APOLLYONISTS. 73 
 
 For speed their leather pineons hroad display ; 
 Now at etemall Death's wide gate arriving, 
 Sinne gives them passage ; still they cut their way 
 Till to the hottome of Hell's palace diving 
 They enter Dis ' deepe conclave : there they stay 
 Waiting the rest, and now they all are met, 
 A full foule Senate, now they all are set : 
 The horride Court, big swolne with th' hideous 
 Counsel swet. 
 
 18. 
 
 The mid'st but lowest — in Hell's heraldry 
 
 The deepest is the highest roome — in state 
 
 Sat lordly Lucifer : his fiery eye, 
 
 Much swoln'e with pride, but more with rage and 
 hate, 
 
 As censour, muster'd all his company ; 
 
 "Who round about with awefull silence sate. 
 This doe, this let rebellious spirits gaine, 
 Change God for Satan, Heaven's for Hell's 
 sov'raigne : 
 
 let him serve in Hell who scornes in Heaven to 
 
 1 Contracted from ' Dives ' one of the names of Pluto 
 as the God of riches. G. 
 
74 APOLLYONISTS. 
 
 19. 
 
 Ah, wretch! who with ambitious cares opprest 
 Long'st still for future, feel'st no present good : 
 Despising to be better would'st be best, 
 Good never ; who wilt serve thy lusting mood 
 Yet all command : not he who rais'd his crest, 
 But pull'd it downe, hath high and firmely 
 stood. 
 Foole ! serve thy towring lusts, grow still, still 
 
 crave, 
 Rule, raigne ; this comfort for thy greatnes have, 
 Now at thy top, thou art a great commanding 
 slave. 
 
 20. 
 
 Thus fell this prince of darknes, once a bright 
 And glorious starre : he wilfull turn'd away 
 His borrowed globe from that eternall light : 
 Himfelfe he sought, so lost himselfe : his ray 
 Vanish't to smoke, his morning sunk in night, 
 And never more shall see the springing day : 
 To be in Heaven the second, he disdaines : 
 So now the first in Hell and flames he raignes, 
 Crown'd once with joy and light: crown'd now 
 with fire and paines. 
 
APOLLTONISTS. 75 
 
 21. 
 
 As where the warlike Dane the scepter swayes, 
 They crowne Vsurpers with a wreath of lead, 
 And with hot Steele, while loud the traitour brayes, 
 They melt, and drop it downe into his head : 
 Crown' d he would live, and crown' d he ends his 
 
 dayes : 
 All so in Heaven's courts, this traitour sped. 
 
 Who now — when he had overlook't his train e — 
 Rising upon his throne, with bitter straine 
 Thus 'gan to whet their rage, and chide their frus- 
 trate paine. 
 
 22. 
 
 See, see you Spirits — I know not whether more 
 Hated or hating Heaven — ah ! see the Earth 
 Smiling in quiet peace and plenteous store. 
 Men fearles live in ease, in love and mirth : 
 Where armes did rage, the drumme and canon 
 
 rore, 
 Where hate, strife, envy raign'd and meagre 
 
 dearth ; 
 Now lutes and viols charme the ravisht eare. 
 Men plow with swords, horse heels, their armors 
 
 weare. 
 Ah ! shortly, scarce they'l know what warre and 
 
 armors were. 
 
76 Al'OLLYONrSTS. 
 
 23. 
 
 Yncler their sprouting vines they sporting sit. 
 Th' old tell of evils past : youth laugh and play ; 
 And to their wanton heads sweet garlands fit, 
 Eoses with lillies, myrtles weav'd with hay : 
 The world's at rest : Erinnys 1 forc't to quit 
 Her strongest holds, from Earth is driven away. 
 Even Turks forget their empire to encrease : 
 "Warre's selfe is slaine, and whips of Furies 
 cease. 
 "Wee, wee ourselves I feare, will shortly live in 
 peace. 
 
 24. 
 
 Meane time — I burne, I broyle, I burst with 
 
 spight — 
 In midst of peace, that sharp two-edged sword 
 Cuts through our darknes, cleaves the misty night, 
 Discovers all our snares : that sacred Word 
 Lock't up by Rome — breakes prison, spreads the 
 
 light 
 Speakes every tongue, paints and points out the 
 
 Lord, 
 
 1 Eriiinyes. Cf. Aeschylus, Eum. 499. G 
 
APOLLYONISTS. 77 
 
 His birth, life, death, and trosso ; our guilded 1 
 
 stocks 
 Our laymens' bookes, the boy and woman 
 
 mocks : 
 They laugh, they fleer, 2 and say, Blocks teach, 
 
 and worship blocks. 
 
 25. 
 
 Spring-tides of light divine the ayre surround, 
 And bring downe Heaven to Earth: deafe 
 
 Ignoraunce 
 Vext with the day, her head in Hell hath drown'd : 
 Fond 3 Superstition, frighted with the glaunce 
 Of suddaine beanies, in vaine hath crost her round, 4 
 Truth and Religion every where advaunce 
 
 Their conq'ring standards : Errour's lost and 
 
 fled: 
 Earth burnes in love to Heaven : Heaven yeelds 
 
 her bed 
 To Earth ; and common growne, smiles to be 
 
 ravished. 
 
 1 Gilded. G. 2 To sneer. G. 3 Foolish. 
 i Qu : the usual ' ring ' or 'circle ' of safety ? G. 
 
78 APOLLYONJSTS. 
 
 26. 
 
 That little swimming Isle above the rest 
 Spight of our spight, and all our plots, remaincs 
 And growes in happines ; but late our nest 
 Where -wee and Borne, and blood, and all our traines 
 Monks, nuns, dead and live idols, safe did rest : 
 Now there — next th'oath of God — that Wrastler 
 
 raignes, 
 Who fills the land and world with peace, his 
 
 speare 
 Is but a pen, with which he downe doth beare 
 Blind Ignoraunce, false gods and superstitious 
 
 feare. 
 
 27. 
 
 There God hath fram'd another Paradise, 
 Fat olives dropping peace, victorious pahnes : 
 Nor in the midst but every where doth rise 
 That hated tree of life, whose precious balmes 
 Cure every sinfull wound : give light to th' eyes, 
 Vnlock the eare, recover fainting qualm es. 
 
 There richly growes what makes a people blest : 
 A garden planted by Himselfe and drest, 
 Where He Himselfe doth walke, where He Him- 
 selfe doth rest. 
 
APOLLYONISTS. 79 
 
 28. 
 
 There every starre sheds his sweet influence 
 And radiant beanies : great, little, old and new 
 Their glittering rayes, and frequent confluence 
 The milky path to God's high palace strew : 
 Th' unwearied pastors with steel'd confidence, 
 Conquer' d and conquering, fresh their fight renew. 
 Our strongest holds, that thundring ordinance 
 Beats downe, and makes our proudest turrets 
 daunce, 
 Yoking men's iron necks in his sweet governaunce. 
 
 29. 
 
 Nor can th' old world content ambitious Light ; 
 Virginia, our soile, our seat, and throne, 
 — To which so long possession gives us right, 
 As long as Hell's — Virginia's selfe is gone : x 
 
 1 The discoveries and narratives of Raleigh, Hawkins 
 and Drake fired the nation's heart to go forth on that so 
 momentous-issued mission, of colonising new-found Lands. 
 To the credit of Englishmen, be it said, that throughout, 
 regard was had to evangelise as well. Specially concern- 
 ing 'Virginia' Captain John Smith in his quaint folio 
 wrote " So then here is a place, a nurse for soldiers, a 
 practice for mariners, a trade for merchants, a reward for 
 the good, and that which is most of all a business most 
 
80 APOLLTONI8TS. 
 
 That stormy Isle which th' isle of Devills hight, 
 Peopled with faith, truth, grace, religion. ' 
 
 What's next hut Hell ? That now alone remaines 
 And that subdu'de even here He rules and raignes, 
 And mortals gin to dreame of long but endles 2 
 paines. 
 
 30. 
 
 WLile we — good harmles creatures — sleep or play 
 Forget our former losse and following paine ; 
 Earth sweats for Heaven, but Hell keeps hold- 
 day. 
 
 acceptable to God, to bring such poor infidels to the know- 
 ledge of God and His holy gospel." p. 29 : and of. 163, 
 209, 211, and Hakluyt hi., 267, seqq. Even more defin- 
 itely in his 'Epistle' or preface: "The gaining," he 
 says, " provinces addeth to the king's crown : but the 
 reducing heathen people to civility and true religion, 
 bringeth honour to the king of heaven." For much more 
 and truly interesting detail on the early mission-work 
 and successes in Virginia and the ' Somer Islands ' see 
 Mr. Mayor's admirable 'Nicholas Ferrar,' (1855) and 
 abounding references under ' Virginia.' G. 
 
 1 Query — Bermudas or the ' Somer Islands ' ? See 
 preceding note 1. G. 
 
 2 This seems a misprint for ' ending ' = Universalism 
 or ultimate salvation for all, albeit preceded by Hell- 
 pains. G. 
 
AP0LLY0NIST3. 81 
 
 Shall we repent good soules ? or shall we plaine? 
 Shall we groane, sigh, weep, mourne, for mercy 
 
 pray? 
 Lay downe our spight, wash out our sinfull staine ? 
 May he Hee'l yeeld, forget and use us well, 
 Forgive, joyne hands, restore us whence we fell : 
 May he Hee'l yeeld us Heaven and fall Himselfe 
 to Hell. 
 
 31. 
 
 But me, oh ! never let me, Spirits, forget 
 That glorious day when I your standard bore, 
 And scorning in the second place to sit, 
 With you assaulted Heaven, His yoke forswore. 
 My dauntlesse heart yet longs to bleed and swet 
 In such a fray : the more I bume, the more 
 I hate : should He yet offer grace, and ease, 
 If subject we our armes, and spight surcease, 
 Such offer should I hate, and scorne so base a 
 peace. 
 
 32. 
 
 "Where are those Spirits ? Where that haughty rage, 
 
 That durst with me invade eternall light ? 
 
 What ! Are our hearts falne too ? Droope we with 
 
 age? 
 Can we yet fall from Hell, and hellish spight ? 
 
 F 
 
82 APOLLTONISTS. 
 
 Can smart our wrath, can griefe our heart asswage ? 
 Dare we with Heaven, and not with Earth to 
 fight? 
 Your armes, allies, your selves as strong as ever, 
 Tour foes, their weapons, numbers, weaker never. 
 For shame tread downe ■ this Earth : what wants 
 but your endeavour ? 
 
 33. 
 
 Now by your selves, and thunder-danted armes, 
 But never danted hate, I you implore, 
 Command, adjure, reinforce your fierce alarmes : 
 Kindle, I pray, who never prayed before, 
 Kindle your darts, treble repay our harmes. 
 Oh ! our short time, too short, stands at the dore, 
 Double your rage : if now we doe not ply, 
 We'lone in Hell, without due company, 
 And worse, without desert, without revenge, shall 
 be. 
 
 34. 
 
 He, Spirits — ah ! that, that's our maine torment 
 
 —He 
 Can feele no wounds, laughs at the sword and dart, 
 Himselfe from griefe, from suff'ring wholly free : 
 
AfOLLTOXISTS. 83 
 
 His simple 1 nature cannot tast of smart, 
 Yet in His members we Him grieved see ; 
 For, and in them, He suffers ; where His heart 
 Lies bare andnak't, there dart your fiery Steele, 
 Cut, wound, burne, seare, if not the head the 
 heele. 
 Let Him in every part some paine and torment 
 feele. 
 
 35. 
 
 That Light comes posting on, that cursed Light 
 
 When they as He, all glorious all divine, 
 
 — Their flesh cloth' d with the sun, and much more 
 
 bright, 
 Yet brighter spirits — shall in His image shine, 
 Aud see Him as He is : there no despight 
 No force, no art, their state can undermine. 
 Full of unnieasur'd blisse, yet still receiving 
 Their soules still childing 2 joy, yet still con- 
 ceiving, 
 Delights beyond the wish, beyond quick Thought's 
 perceiving. 
 
 36. 
 
 But we fast pineon'd with darke firy chaines, 
 Shall suffer every ill, but doe no more ; 
 
 1 = single or Spirit only. (1. 2 Begetting. G. 
 
84 APOLLYONISTS. 
 
 The guilty spirit there feeles extreamest paines, 
 Yet feares worse then it feeles : and finding store 
 Of present deaths, death's absence sore complaines : 
 Oceans of ills without or ebbe or shore, 
 A life that ever dies, a death that lives, 
 And, worst of all, God's absent presence gives 
 A thousand living woes, a thousand dying griefes. 
 
 37. 
 
 But when he summes his time, and turnes his eye 
 First to the past, then future pangs, past dayes 
 — And every day's an age of misery — 
 In torment spent, by thousands downe he layes, 
 Future by millions, yet et rnity 
 Growes nothing lesse, nor pain 1 to come allayes. 
 Through every pang and griefe he wild doth 
 
 runne, 
 And challenge coward Death, doth nothing 
 
 shunne, 
 That he may nothing be ; does all to be undone. 
 
 38. 
 
 let our worke equall our wages, let 
 Our Iudge fall short, and when His plagues are 
 spent, 
 
 1 Misprinted ' past.' G. 
 
APOLLTONISTS. 85 
 
 Owe more then He hath paid, live in our deht : 
 Let Heaven want vengeance, Hell want punish- 
 ment 
 To give our dues : when wee with flames beset 
 Still dying live in endles languishment. 
 This he our comfort, we did get and win 
 The fires and tortures we are whelmed in : 
 "We have kept pace, outrun His justice with our 
 sin. 
 
 39. 
 
 And now you States of Hell give your advise, 
 And to these mines lende your helping hand. 
 This said, and ceas't: straight humming mur- 
 
 mures rise : 
 Some chafe, some fret, some sad and thoughtfull 
 
 stand, 
 Some chat, and some new stratagems devise, 
 And every one Heaven's stronger powers ban'd, * 
 
 And teare for madnesse their uncombed snakes. 
 
 And euery one his fiery weapon shakes, 
 And every one expects who first the answer makes. 
 
 40. 
 
 So when the falling sunne hangs o're the maine, 
 Ready to droppe into the "Westerne wave, 
 
 1 Cursed. G, 
 
86 APOLLYOXISTS. 
 
 By yellow Chame 1 where all the Muses raigne, 
 And with their towres his reedy head emhrave : i 
 The warlike gnat their flutt'ring armies traine, 
 All have sharpe speares, and all shrill trumpets 
 
 have : 
 Their files they double, loud their cornets 
 
 sound, 
 Now march at length, their troopes now gather 
 
 round : 
 The bankes and turrets faire, the broken noise 
 
 rebound. 3 
 
 1 The river of Cambridge over and over ' sung ' — not 
 always joyously — by our Poet. G. 
 
 2 Adorn. G. 
 
 3 Miearranged ' The bankes, the broken noise, and 
 turrets faire rebound.' G. 
 
Canto II. 
 
 1. 
 
 |HAT care, what watch, need guard that 
 tot'ring State 
 Which mighty foes besiege, false friends 
 betray : 
 Where enemies strong and subtile, swol'ne with 
 
 hate, 
 Catch all occasions : wake, watch, night and day ! 
 The towne divided, even the wall and gate 
 Proove traitours, and the Councill 'selfe takes pay 
 Of forraigne States, the prince is overswai'd 
 By underminers, puts off friendly aid, 
 His wit by will, his strength by weakenes over-laid! 
 
 2. 
 
 Thus men : the never seene, quicke-seeing fiends, 
 Peirce, craftie strong; and world, conspire our 
 
 fall: 
 And we — worse foes — unto ourselves false friends : 
 Our flesh, and sense a trait'rous gate and wall: 
 The spirit and flesh man in two factions rends : 
 
88 APOLLYON*ISTS. 
 
 The inward senses are corrupted all, 
 
 The soule weake, wilfull, swai'd with flatterie, 
 Seekes not His help Who workes by contraries, 
 
 By folly makes him wise, strong by infirmities. 
 
 See drousie soule, thy foe ne're shuts his eyes, 
 See, carelesse soule, thy foe in councell sits : 
 Thou prayer restrain' st, thy sin for vengeance cries, 
 Thou laugh' st, vaine soule, while Justice Vengeance 
 
 fits. 
 "Wake by His light, with Wisedome's selfe advise : 
 What rigorous Justice damnes, sweet Mercy quits. 
 Watch, pray, He in an instant helps and heares : 
 Let Him not see thy sins, but through thy teares, 
 Let Him not heare their cries, but through thy 
 groning feares. 
 
 As when the angry winds with seas conspire, 
 The white-plum'd hilles marching in set array 
 Invade the Earth, and seeme with rage on fire, 
 While waves with thundring drummes whet on 
 
 the fray, 
 And blasts with whistling fifes new rage inspire : 
 Yet soone as breathles ayres their spight allay, 
 A silent calme insues, the hilly maine 
 
apollyottcsts. 89 
 
 Sinks in itselfe, and drummes unbrac't refraine 
 Their thundring noyse, while seas sleep on the 
 even plaine. 
 
 All so the raging storme of cursed fiends 
 Blowne up with sharp reproach and bitter spight 
 First rose in loud uprore, then falling ends 
 And ebbs in silence : when a wily spright 
 To give an answere for the rest intends r 1 
 Once Proteus 2 now Equivocus, he hight, 
 Father of cheaters, spring of cunning lies, 
 Of slie Deceite, and refin'd perjuries, 
 That hardly Hell itselfe can trust his forgeries. 
 
 6. 
 
 To every shape his changing shape is drest, 
 
 Oft seemes a lambe, and bleates, a wolfe and 
 
 houles : 
 Now like a dove appeares with candide brest, 
 Then like a falcon preyes on weaker soules : 
 A badger neat* that flies his 'filed nest : 
 But most a fox, with stinke his cabin foules : 
 
 1 = stretches forward: hence 'intent.' Cf. Shake- 
 speare and Milton. G. 
 
 2 The shape-changing prophetic old man of the sea. G. 
 
 3 Cleanly. G. 
 
90 ATOLLYOXISTS. 
 
 A courtier, priest, transform' d to thousand 
 
 fashions, 
 His matter fram'd of slight 1 equivocations. 
 His very forme was form'd of mentall reservations. 
 
 7. 
 
 And now more practickc growne with use and art, 
 Oft times in heavenly shapes he fooles the sight : 
 So that his schollers ' selves have learn' t his part 
 Though wormes, to glow in dark, like angels 
 
 bright. 
 To sinfull sinne such glosse can they impart, 
 That, like the virgine mother, crown'd in light, 
 They glitter faire in glorious purity, 
 And rayes Divine : meane time the cheated eye 
 Is finely mock't into an heavenly ecstasy. 
 
 Now is he General! of those new stamp't friers, 
 Which have their root in that lame souldier-saint, 
 Who takes his ominous name from strife and fires, 3 
 Themselves with idle vaunt that name attaint, 
 Which all the world adores : these master- lyers, 
 With trueth, Abaddonists, with Iesus paint 3 
 
 1 'Sleight.' G. 2 Ignatius. F. [Loyola] G. 
 3 Jesuits. G 
 
APOLLYONTSTS. 91 
 
 Their lying title : Fooles, who think with light 
 
 To hide their faith, thus lie they naked quite : 
 
 That who loves Iesus most, most hates the Iesuite. 
 
 9. 
 
 Soone as this Spirit — in Hell Appollyon 
 On Earth Equivocus — stood singled out, 
 Their speaker there, but here their champion, 
 Whom lesser States, and all the vulgar rout 
 In dangerous times admire and gaze upon : 
 The silly Commons circle him about, 
 
 And first with loud applause they usher in 
 Their Oratour : then hushing all their din, 
 "With silence they attend, and wooe him to begin. 
 
 10. 
 
 Great Monarch, ayer's, Earth's Hell's Sover- 
 
 aigne, 
 True ah ! too true you plaine, and we lament, 
 In vaine our labour ; all our art's in vaine ; 
 Our care, watch, darts, assaults, are all mispent. 
 He "Whose command we hate, detest, disdaine, 
 "Works all our thoughts and workes to His intent : 
 Our spite His pleasure makes, our ill His good, 
 Light out of night He brings, peace out of 
 blood : 
 "What fell which He upheld ? what stood which 
 He withstood ? 
 
92 APOLLYONISTS. 
 
 11. 
 
 As when from mores 1 some firie constellation 
 Drawes up wet clouds with strong attractive ray, 
 The captiv'd seas forc't from their seat and nation, 
 Begin to mutinie, put out the day, 
 And pris'ning close the hot, drie exhalation, 
 Threat Earth and Heaven, and steale the sunne 
 
 away : 
 Till th' angry captive — fir'd with fetters 
 
 cold — 
 With thundring cannons teares the limber 
 
 mould, 
 And downe in fruitfull teares the broken vapour's 
 
 roul'd. 
 
 12. 
 
 So our rebellion, so our spightfull threat 
 All molten falls ; He — which my heart disdaines — 
 Waters heaven's plants with our Hell-flaming heat, 
 Husband's His graces with our sinfull paines : 
 When most against Him, for Him most we sweat, 
 We in our kingdome serve, He in it raignes : 
 Oh ! blame us not, we strive, mine, wrastle, 
 fight; 
 
 1 Mores = morasses. G. 
 
APOLLYONISTS. 93 
 
 He breakes our troopes ; yet thus, we still de- 
 light, 
 Though all our spight' s in vain, in vain to shew 
 our spight. 
 
 13. 
 
 Our fogs lie scatt'red by His piercing light, 
 
 Our subtilties His wisdome overswaies, 
 
 His gracious love weighs downe our ranck'rous 
 
 spight, 
 His "Word our sleights 1 His truth our lyes dis- 
 
 playes, 
 Our ill confin'd, His goodnesse infinite, 
 Our greatest strength His weaknesse overlaies. 
 He will, and oh ! He must be Emperour 
 That Heaven and Earth's unconquer'd at this 
 
 houre, 
 Nor let Him thanke, nor do you blame our wil but 
 
 pow'r. 
 
 14. 
 
 Nay, earthly gods that wont in luxury, 
 
 In maskes and daliance spend their peacefull daios, 
 
 Or else invade their neighbour's liberty, 
 
 1 Deceptions, frauds. G. 
 
94 AP0LLY0N1STS. 
 
 And swimme through Christian blood to heathen 
 
 praise, 
 Subdue our armes with peace ; us bold dene 
 Arm'd all with letters, crown'd with learaed 
 
 bayes : 
 With them whole swannes of Muses take the 
 
 field; 
 And by Heaven's aide enforce us way to yield ; 
 The goose lends them a speare 1 and every ragge 2 
 
 a shield. 
 
 15. 
 
 But are our hearts fal'ne too ; shall wee repent, 
 Sue, pray, with teares wash out our sinfull spot ? 
 Or can our rage with griefe and smart relent ? 
 Shall wee lay downe our amies ? Ah ! feare us not ; 
 Not such thou found' st us, when with thee we 
 
 bent 
 Our annies 'gainst Heaven, when scorning that faire 
 
 lot 
 Of glorious blisse — when we might still have 
 
 raign'd — 
 "With Him in borrowed light, and joyesunstain'd, 
 We hated subject crownes, and guiltlesse blisse 
 
 disdain'd. 
 
 1 Quill. G. 2 = for paper. G. 
 
APOLLYOXISTS. 05 
 
 16. 
 
 Nor are we changelings ; finde, oh ! finde but one, 
 But one in all thy troopes, whose lofty pride 
 Begins to stoope with opposition : 
 But, as when stubborn winds with Earth ralli'de 
 — Their mother Earth — she, ayded by her sonne 
 Confronts the seas, beats of [f ] the angry tide : 
 The more with cuiTd-head waves, the furious 
 
 maine 
 Benues his spite, and swells with high disdaine, 
 Oft broke, and chac't, as oft turnes and makes head 
 againe. 
 
 17. 
 
 So rise we by our fall : that divine science l 
 Planted belowe, grafted in humane stocke, 
 Heavens with fraile Earth combines in strong 
 
 alliance ; 
 While He, their Lion, leads that sheepish flock 
 Each sheepe, each lambe dares give us bold defiance : 
 But yet our forces broken 'gainst the rocke 
 We strongly reinforce, and every man 
 Though cannot what he will's will's what he can, 
 And where wee cannot hurt, there wee can curse, 
 and banne. 
 
 1 = scion or graft. G. 
 
96 APOLLYONISTS. 
 
 18. 
 
 See here in broken force, a heart unbroke, 
 Which neither Hell can dannt, nor Heaven appease : 
 See here a heart, which scornes that gentle yoke, 
 And with it life and light and peace and ease : 
 A heart not cool'd but fir'd with thundring stroke, 
 Which Heaven itselfe but conqucr'd, cannot please : 
 To drawe one blessed soule from's heavenly cell, 
 Let me in thousand paines and tortures dwell : 
 Heaven without guilt to me is worse then guilty 
 Hell. 
 
 19. 
 
 Feare then no change : such I, such are we all : 
 Flaming in vengeance, more then Stygian fire, 
 When Hee, shall leave His throne, and starry hall , 
 Forsake His deare-bought saints and angells quire, 
 When He from Heaven into our Hell shall fall, 
 Our nature take, and for our life expire ; 
 
 Then we perhaps — as man — may waver bight, 
 Our hatred turne to peace, to love our spight 
 Then Heaven shall turne to Hell, and day shall 
 chaunge to night. 
 
 20. 
 
 But if with forces new to take the feild 
 
 Thou long'st, looke here, we prest, and ready stand: 
 
APOLLYONISTS. 97 
 
 See all that power, and wiles that Hell can yeeld 
 Expect no watchword, but thy first command : 
 "Which given, without or feare or sword or shield, 
 Wee'le fly in Heaven's face ; I and my band 
 Will draw whole worlds, leave here no rome 1 
 
 to dwell. 
 Stale arts we scorne, our plots become black 
 Hell, 
 Which no heart will beleeve, nor tongue dare tell. 
 
 21. 
 
 Nor shall I need to spurre the lazy monke, 
 Who never sweats but in his meale or bed, 
 Whose forward paunch ushers his uselesse truncke ; 
 He barrels darknes in his empty head : 
 To eate, drinke, void what he hath eat and drunke, 
 Then purge his reines : thus these saints merited : 
 They fast with holy fish and flowing wine 
 Not common, but — which fits such saints 2 — 
 Divine : 
 Poore soules, they dare not soile their hands with 
 precious mine ! 
 
 1 = room. G. 
 
 2 Hence called Vinum Theologicum. 
 
98 AP0LLT0NIST3. 
 
 22. 
 
 "While th' Earth with night and mists was over- 
 
 swai'd 
 And all the world in clouds was laid a-steep, 
 Their sluggish trade did lend us friendly aid, 
 They rock't and hush't the world in deadly sleep, 
 Cloyst'red the sunne, the moone they overlaid, 
 And prison'd every starre in dungeon deep. 
 
 And when the Light put forth his morning ray, 
 My famous Dominicke tooke the Light away, 
 And let in seas of blood to quench the early day. 
 
 23. 
 
 But oh, that recreant frier, who long in night 
 Had slept, his oath to me his captaine brake, 
 Vn cloyst'red with himselfe the hated Light ; 
 Those piercing beames forc't drowsie Earth awake, 
 Nor could we all resist : our flattrie, spight, 
 Arts, amies, his victorie more famous make. 
 
 Down cloysters fall ; the monkes chac't from 
 their sty 
 
 Lie ope, and all that loathsome company ; 
 Hypocrisie, rape, blood, theft, whooredome, Sodomy. 
 
 24. 
 
 Those troupes I soone disband now useless quite ; 
 And with new musters fill my companies : 
 
APOLLYONISTS. 99 
 
 And presse the crafty, wrangling Icsuite : 
 Nor traine I him as monks, his squinted eyes 
 Take in and view ascaunce the hatefull Light : 
 So stores his head with shifts and subtilties. 
 Thus being arm'd with arts, his turning braines 
 All overturne. Oh with what easy paines 
 Light he confounds with light, and truth with 
 truth distaines. 
 
 25. 
 
 The world is rent in doubt ; some gazing stay, 
 Few step aright, but most goe with the croud. 
 So when the golden sun with sparkling ray 
 Imprints his stamp upon an adverse cloud, 
 The watry glasse so shines, that's hard to say 
 Which is the true, which is the falser proud. 
 The silly people gape, and whisp'ring cry 
 That some strange innovations is ny, 
 And fearefull wisard sings of parted tyranny. 
 
 20. 
 
 These have I train' d to scorne their contraries, 
 And face the truth, out-stare the open Light : 
 And what with seeming truths and cunning lies 
 Confute they cannot, with a scoffe to sleight. 
 Then after losse to crowe their victories. 
 And get by forging what they lost by fight. 
 
100 APOLLTONI8T8. 
 
 And now so well they ply them, that by heart 
 They all have got my counterfeiting part. 
 That to my schollers I turne scholler in mine art. 
 
 27. 
 
 Follow'd by these brave spirits, I nothing feare 
 To conquer Earth, or Heaven itselfe assayle, 
 To shake the starres, as thick from fixed spheare, 
 As when a rustick arme with stub borne flayle 
 Beates out his harvest from the swelling eare : 
 T' eclipse the moone, and sun himselfe injayle. 
 Had all our army such another band, 
 Nor Earth nor Heaven could long unconquer'd 
 stand : 
 But Hell should Heaven, and they, I feare would 
 Hell command. 
 
 28. 
 
 What country, city, towne, what family, 
 In which they have not some intelligence, 
 And party, some that love their company ? 
 Courts, Councells, hearts of kings found no defence, 
 No guard to barre them out : by flattery 
 They worme and scrue into their conscience ; 
 Or with steel, poyson, dagges 1 dislodge the sprite: 
 
 1 A large pistol, called also a ' dagger ' G. 
 
APOLLYONTSTS. 101 
 
 If any quench or dampe this orient light, 
 Or soile 1 great Iesus name, it is the Iesuite. 
 
 29. 
 
 "When late our whore of Eome was disaray'd, 
 Strip't of her pall and skarlet ornaments ; 
 And all her hidden filth lay broad displayd, 
 Her putride pendant bagges 2 her mouth that sents ! 
 As this, of Hell, her hands with scabbes array'd, 
 Her pust'led skin with ulcer'd excrements ; 
 Her friends fall off : and those that lov'd her 
 
 best, 
 Grow sicke to think of such a stinking beast : 
 And her, and every limbe that touch't her, much 
 
 detest. 
 
 30. 
 
 Who hslp't us then ? who then her case did rue ? 
 These, onely these their care and art appli'de 
 To hide her shame with tires and dressing new : 
 They blew her bagges, they blanch't her leprous 
 
 hide, 
 And on her face a lovely picture drew. 
 
 1 = Soil or de-file G. 2 Dugs or breasts. G. 
 3 Scents. G. 
 
102 APOLLTONISTS. 
 
 But most the head they pranck't in all his pride 
 "With borrowed plumes, stolne from antiquitie : 
 Him with blasphemous names they dignifie ; 
 
 Him they enthrone, adore, they crowne, they 
 deifie. 
 
 31. 
 
 As when an image gnawne with wormes, hath lost 
 His beautie, forme, respect, and lofty place ; 
 Some cunning hand new trimmes the rotten post, 
 Filles up the worme-holes, paints the soyled face 
 "With choicest colours, spares no art or cost, 
 "With precious robes the putride trunck to grace. 
 Circles the head with golden beames, that shine 
 Like rising Sun : the vulgar low incline ; 
 And give away their soules unto the block divine. 
 
 32. 
 
 So doe these Dedale 1 workmen plaster over 
 And smooth that stale 2 with labour'd polishing; 
 So her defects with art they finely cover, 
 Cloth[e] her, dresse, paint with curious colouring : 
 So every friend againe, and every lover 
 
 1 Daedal Q. 
 
 2 Decoy. ' To lie in stale = to lie in ambush.' G. 
 
APOLLYONISTS. 103 
 
 Returnes aud doates through their neate 1 pandaring : 
 They fill her cup, on knees drinke healths to th' 
 whore ; 
 The drunken nations pledge it o're and o're ; 
 
 So spue, and spuing fall, and falling rise no more. 
 
 33. 
 
 Had not these troopes with their new-forged amies 
 Strook in, even ayre, earth too, and all were lost : 
 Their fresh assaultes and importune alarmes 
 Have Truth repell'd, and her full conquest crost : 
 Or these or none must recompence our hamies. 
 If they had fail'd wee must have sought a coast 
 I'th moone — the Florentines new u world — to dwell, 
 And, as from Heaven, from Earth should now 
 have fell 2 
 To Hell confin'd, nor could wee safe abide in Hell. 
 
 34. 
 
 Nor shall that little Isle — our envy, spight, 
 His Paradise — escape : even there they long 
 Have shrowded close their heads from dang'rous 
 Light, 
 
 1 = seeming -pure. Cf. my Sibbes' glossary s. v. G. 
 
 2 Cf. my Sir John Davies' Poems page 147 and 193 
 and foot-note. G-. 
 
104 APOLLTONISTS. 
 
 But now more free dare presse in open throng : 
 Nor then were idle, but with practicke slight l 
 Crept into houses great : their sugred tongue 
 Made easy way into the lapsed brest 
 Of weaker sexe, where lust had built her nest, 
 There layd they cuckoe eggs, and hatch't their 
 brood unblest. 
 
 35. 
 
 There sowe they traytrous seed with wicked hand 
 'Gainst God and man ; well thinks their silly sonne 
 To merit Heaven by breaking God's command, 
 To be a patriot by rebellion. 
 And when his hopes are lost, his life and land 
 And he, and wife, and child, are all undone, 
 Then calls for heaven and angells, in step I 
 And waft him quick to Hel ; thus thousands die 
 Yet still their children doat : so fine their forgerie. 
 
 36. 
 
 But now that stormy season's layd, their spring, 
 And warmer sunnes call them from wintry cell : 
 These better times will fruits much better bring, 
 Their labours soone will fill the barnes of Hell 
 
 1 Sleight G. 
 
AP0LLY0N1STS. 1 05 
 
 With plenteous store ; serpents if warni'd, will 
 
 sting : 
 And even now they meet, and liisse, and swell. 
 Thinke not of falling, in the name of all 
 This dare I promise, and make good I shall, 
 While they thus hrmely stand, we cannot wholly 
 fall. 
 
 37. 
 
 And shall these mortals creep, fawne, natter, ly, 
 Coyne into thousand arts their fruitfull braine, 
 Yenter life, limb, through Earth and water fly 
 To winne us proselytes ? scome ease and paine, 
 ' r c purchase grace in their whore-mistres eye ? 
 '.hall they spend, spill their dearest blood to 
 staine 
 Rome's calendar, and paint their glorious name 
 In hers, and our saint-rubrick ? Get them fame, 
 Where saints are fiends, gaine losse, grace disgrace, 
 glory shame? 
 
 38. 
 
 And shall wee — Spirits! — shall we — whose life 
 
 and death 
 Are both immortall — shall we, can we faile ? 
 Great prince o' th' lower world, in vaine we 
 
 breath 
 
106 APOLLTOXISTS. 
 
 Our spight in Counccll ; free us this our jayle : 
 
 "We doc but lose our little time beneath ; 
 
 All to their charge : why sit we here to waile ? 
 Kindle your darts and rage ; renew your tight : 
 We are dimist : breake out upon the Light, 
 
 Fill th' Earth with sin and blood ; Heaven with 
 stormes and fright. 
 
 39. 
 
 With that the bold blacke Spirit invades the Day, 
 And Hcav'n and Light, and Lord of both defies. 
 All Hell run out, and sooty flagges display, 
 A foule deformed rout : Heav'n shuts his eyes ; 
 The starres look pale, and early Morning's ray 
 Layes down her head againe, and dares not rise ; 
 
 A second night of spirits the ayre possest ; 
 
 The wakefull cocke that late forsooke his nest, 
 Maz'd how he was deceav'd, flies to his roost, and 
 rest. 
 
 40. 
 
 So when the South — dipping his sable wings 
 In humid seas — sweeps with his drooping beard 
 The ayer, earth, and ocean, down he flings 
 The laden trees, the plowman's hopes new-ear'd 
 Swimme on the playne : his lippes, loud thunder- 
 ings. 
 
APOLLYONISTS. 
 
 107 
 
 And flashing eyes make all the world afeard : 
 Light with darke clouds, waters with fires are 
 
 met, 
 The sunne hut now is rising, now is set, 
 And finds West-shades in East, and seas in ayers 
 wet. 
 
 \. 
 
Canto III. 
 
 1. 
 
 ALSE world, how doest thou witch dimme 
 
 Reason's eies ! 
 I see thy painted face, thy changing fashion : 
 Thy treasures, honours, all are vanities, 
 Thy comforts, pleasures, joyes, all are vexation, 
 Thy words are lyes, thy oaths foule perjuries, 
 Thy wages, care, greife, begg'ry, death, damnation : 
 All this I know : I know thou doest deceave me, 
 Yet cannot as thou art but seem'st, conceave 
 thee : 
 I know I should, I must, yet oh ! I would not 
 leave thee. 
 
 2. 
 
 Looke, as in dreames, where th' idle fancy playes, 
 One thinkes that fortune high his head advances : 
 Another spends in woe his weary dayes ; 
 A third seemes sport in love and courtly daunces ; 
 This grones and weepes, that chants his merry laies ; 
 A sixt to finde some glitt'ring treasure chaunces : 
 
APOLLTONISTS. 109 
 
 Soone as they wake, they see their thoughts 
 
 were vaine, 
 And quite forget, and mocke their idle hraine, 
 This sighs, that laughs to see how true false 
 dreames can faine. 
 
 3. 
 
 Such is the world, such life's short acted play : 
 This base and scorn' d ; this high in great esteeming 
 This poore and patched seemes, this rich and gay ; 
 This sick, that strong : yet all is onely seeming : 
 Soone as their parts are done, all slip away ; 
 So like, that waking, oft wee feare w'are dreaming 
 
 And dreaming hope we wake. Wake, watch 
 mine eies : i 
 
 What can he in the world, but flatteries, 
 Dreams, cheats, deceits, whose prince is king of 
 Night and lies ! 
 
 4. 
 
 Whose hellish troopes fill thee with sinne and 
 
 blood ; 
 With envie, malice, mischiefs infinite : 
 Thus now that numerous, black, infernall brood 
 Or'e-spread thee round ; th' Earth struck with 
 
 trembling fright 
 Felt their approach, and all-amazed stood, 
 
110 APOLLTOXISTS. 
 
 So suddain got with child, and big with spight. 
 The damned spirits fly round, and spread their 
 
 seede : 
 Straight hate, pride, strife, warres and seditions 
 breed, 
 Get up, grow ripe : How soone prospres the vicious 
 weed! 
 
 5. 
 
 Some in the North their hellish poyson shed, 
 Where seldome warres, diesention never, cease : 
 "When Volga's streames are sail'd with horse and 
 
 sled, 
 Pris'ning in chrystal walls his frozen seas : 
 Where Tartar, Russe, the Pole, and prospering 
 
 Swed 
 Nor know the sweet, nor heare the name of peace : 
 Where sleeping sunnes in Winter quench their 
 
 light, 
 
 And never shut their eyes in Summer bright ; 
 Where many moneths make up one onely day and 
 night, 1 
 
 1 Reminiscensces of the paternal Fletoher's fire-side 
 ' chats ' of his ' Eusse ' travels. G. 
 
ArOLLYOXISTS. 1 1 L 
 
 6. 
 
 There lie they cloyst'red in their wonted cell : 
 
 The sacred nurseries of the Societie : 
 
 They finde them ope, swept, deck't : so they dwell, 
 
 Teaching and learning more and more impietie. 
 
 There blow their fires and tine 1 another Hell, 
 
 There make their magazine, with all varietie 
 Of fiery darts ;"the Iesuites help their friends : 
 And hard to say which in their spightfull ends 
 
 More vexe the Christian world, the Iesuites, or 
 the Fiends. 
 
 The Fiends finde matter, Iesuites forme ; those 
 
 bring 
 Into the mint foule hearts, sear'd conscience, 
 Lust-wandring eyes, eares fil'd with whispering, 
 Feet swift to blood, hands gilt with great expence, 
 Millions of tongues made soft for hammering, 
 And fit for every stampe, but Truth's defence : 
 These — for Rome's use, on Spanish anvile — 
 
 frame 
 The pliant matter: treasons hence diflame* 
 Lusts, lies, blood, thousand griefes set all the 
 
 world on flame. 
 
 1 Kindle. G. 2 Flama-out. G. 
 
112 APOLLTONISTS. 
 
 But none so fits the Polish Iesuite, 
 As Russia's change, where exil'd Grecian priest 1 
 Late sold his patriarchal chaire, and right ; 
 That now proud Mosko vants her lofty crest 
 Equall with Rome : Rome's head full swolne with 
 
 spight, 
 Scorning a fellow-head or peer, hut Christ, 
 
 Straines all his wits and friends : they worke, 
 
 they plod 
 "With double yoke the Russian necks to load ; 
 To crowne the Polish prince their king, the Pope 
 
 their God. 
 
 The fiends and times yeeld them a fit occasion 
 To further their designes : for late a Beast 2 
 
 1 Hierom, Patriarch of the Greeke Church came unto 
 Mosco in the yeare 1588 ; sold to Theodore Ivanovich, 
 Emperour of Russia, his patriarchal right ; who presently 
 installed into it the Metropolitane of Mosco. F. 
 
 2 Borrise Federowich hrother to the empresse of 
 Russia, having hy the simplicitie of that emperour aspired 
 to that kingdome, hy murther of the chief e nobilitie and 
 extirpatiou of the royall seed, centred as subtily as he ruled 
 cruelly and died foolishly, killing himselfe while his 
 treasures were yet untoucht and great, and the chiefs city 
 might have beene won to have stood to him. F. 
 
APOLLTONISTS. 113 
 
 Of salvage breed, of straunge and monsterous 
 
 fashion, 
 Before a fox, an asse behind, the rest 
 A ravenous wolfe, with fierce but she invasion 
 Enters the Russian court, the lyon's nest, 
 "Worries the lion's selfe, and all his brood : 
 And having gorg'd his mawe with royall blood, 
 "Would sleepe — Ah ! short the rest that streames 
 from such a food ! 
 
 10. 
 
 Ah ! silly man, who dreani'st that honour stands 
 In ruling others, not thyselfe ! thy slaves 
 Serve thee, and thou thy slaves : in iron bands 
 Thy servile spirit prest with wild passions raves. 
 Base State, where but one tyrant realmes com- 
 mands : 
 "Worse, where one single heart serves thousand 
 knaves. 
 "Would' st thou live honoured ? Clip ambition's 1 
 
 wing; 
 To reason's yoke thy furious passions bring. 
 Thrice noble is the man who of himselfe is King. 
 
 1 Misprinted ' ambitious ' G. 
 H 
 
114 APOLLYONISTS. 
 
 11. 
 
 "With mimicke skill, they trayne a caged beast, l 
 And teach him play a royall lyon's part : 
 Then in the lyon's hide, and titles drest 
 They bring him forth : he master in his art 
 Soone winnes the vulgar Russe, who hopes for 
 
 rest 
 In chaunge ; and if not ease yet lesser smart : 
 All hunt that monster, he soone melts his pride 
 In abject feare ; and life himselfe envi'de : 
 So whelp' t a fox, a wolfe he liv'd, an asse he di'de. 
 
 12. 
 
 Proud of his easy crowne and straunge successe, 
 The second beast' — sprung of a baser brood — 
 
 1 Griskey Strcpey, a Mosique and sometime chorister 
 at Precheste in Mosko, and from thence with an embassa- 
 dour passing into Polonia, and there cloystered, was taught 
 by the Iesuites to play the king, and usurping the name 
 of Demetrius — slaine by Borrise Federowicl — under that 
 mask with the Polonian forces, and by the revolt of the 
 Pusses was crowned emperour. F. 
 
 2 At his first entry the counterfeit Demetrius wan the 
 applause and good opinion of many, and very politickly 
 behaved himselfe : but when he cenceaved himselfe to be 
 eetled on the throne, he grew lascivious and insolent and 
 bloody; and by a conspiracy was slai ie, and his dead 
 corps exposed to all shame and contempt. F. 
 
APOLLYONTSTS. 115 
 
 Comes on the stage, and with great seemelinesse 
 Acts his first scenes ; now strong 'gins chaunge 
 
 his mood 
 And melts in pleasure, lust and wantonesse : 
 Then swimmes in other, sinkes in his owne blood. 
 With blood and wanes, the ice and liquid 
 
 snowes 
 Are thaw'd ; the Earth a red sea overflowes. 
 Quarrells by falling rise, and strife by cutting 
 growes. 
 
 13. 
 
 Some fiends to Grece their hellish firebrands 
 
 bring, 
 And wake the sleeping sparks of Turkish rage ; 
 "Where once the lovely Muses us'd to sing 
 And chant th' heroes of that golden age ; 
 Where since more sacred Graces leam'd to string 
 That heav'nly lyre, and with their canzons 1 sage 
 Inspirit flesh, and quicken stinking graves. 
 There — ah ! for pitty — Muses now are slaves, 
 Graces are fled to Heav'n, and hellish Mahomet 
 
 raves. 
 
 1 = canons ? or is it ' singing ' or ' chanting '? G. 
 
116 APOLLYONISTS. 
 
 14. 
 
 But Lucifer's proud band in prouder Spaine 
 Disperse their troopes : some with unquench't 
 
 ambition 
 Inflame those Moorish Grandes l and fill their 
 
 braine 
 "With subtile plots ; some learne of th' Inquisition 
 To finde new torments and unused paines : 
 Some traine the Princes with their lewd tuition, 
 That now of Kings they scome to be the first 
 But oncly : deep with kingly dropsies pierc't 
 Their thirst drinkes kingdomes downe, their 
 
 drinking fires their thirst. 
 
 15. 
 
 JEquivocus, remembring well his taske 
 And promise, enters Borne ; there soone he eyes 
 "Waters of life tunn'd up in stinking caske 
 Of deadly errours, poyson'd truth with lies : 
 There that stale 2 purple whore in glorious maske 
 Of holy Mother Church he mumming* spies, 
 Dismounted from her seven-headed beast 
 
 1 Grandees or Nobles. G. 
 
 2 = decoy, as ante. G. 
 
 3 Masking : hence ' mummer ' G. 
 
APOLLTONISTS. 117 
 
 Inviting all with her hare painted breast, 
 They suck, steep, swell, and burst with that 
 envenom'd feast. 
 
 16. 
 
 Nor stayes till now the stately Court appeares, 
 Where sits that Priest-king, all the Alls sover- 
 
 aigne : 
 Three mitred crownes the proud Impostor weares, 
 For he in Earth, in Hell, in Heav'n will raigne : 
 And in his hand two golden keyes he beares, 
 To open Heav'n and Hell, and shut againe . 
 But late his keyes as marr'd or lost ; for Hell 
 He cannot shut but opes, and enters well : 
 Nor Heav'n can ope but shut ; nor Heav'n will 
 buy, but sell. 
 
 17. 
 
 Say Muses say : who now in those rich fields 
 Where silver Tibris swimmes in golden sands, 
 Who now, ye Muses, that great scepter wields, 
 Which once sway'd all the Earth with servile bands ? 
 Who now those Babel towres, once fallen, builds ? 
 Say, say, how first it fell, how now it stands ? 
 
 How, and by what degrees, that citie sunk ? 
 
 Oh ! are those haughty spirits so basely shrunk ? 
 Cesars to chaungc for friers, a monarch for a monk? 
 
118 APOLLYOIf ISTS. 
 
 18. 
 
 Th' Assyrian lyon deck't in golden hide, L 
 
 Once grasp't the nations in his lordly paw : 
 
 But him the Persian silver heare defi'd, - 
 
 Tore, kill'd, and swallowed up with ravenous jaw ; 
 
 Whom that Greeke leopard no sooner spi'de, 3 
 
 But slue, devour' d, and fill'd his empty maw : 
 
 But with his raven'd prey his howells hroke; 
 
 So into foure divides his brazen yoke. 
 Stol'ne bits, thrust downe in hast, doe seldome 
 feed but choke. 
 
 19. 
 
 Meane time in Tybris fen a dreadfull beast 4 
 With monstrous breadth, and length seven hills 
 
 o're-spreads : 
 And nurst with dayly spoyles and bloody feast 
 Grew vp to wondrous strength : with seven heads 
 Arm'd all with iron teeth, he rends the rest, 
 And with proud feet to clay and morter treads. 
 And now all Earth subdu'de, high Heav'n he 
 
 braves, 
 The head he kills, then 'gainst the body raves : 
 With saintly flesh he swells, with bones his den 
 he paves. 
 
 1 Daniel, vu. 4. F. 2 Daniel, yii. 5. F. 
 3 Daniel, vu. 6. F. 4 Daniel, vn. 7. F 
 
APOIXYONISTS. 119 
 
 20. 
 
 At length, five heads were fall'ne : the sixt 
 
 retir'd 1 
 By absence yields an easy way of rising 
 To th' next and last ; who with ambition fir'd, 
 In humble weeds 3 his haughty pride disguising, 
 By slow, sly growth unto the top aspir'd : 
 Vnlike the rest he veiles his tyrranising 
 
 With that lamb's head and horns: both which 
 
 he claimes, 3 
 Thence double raigne, within, without hee 
 
 frames : 
 His head the lamb, his tongue the dragon loud 
 
 proclames. 
 
 21. 
 
 Those fisher-swaynes, whome by full Iordan's wave 
 The Sea's great Soveraigne His art had taught, 
 To still loud stormes when windes and waters rave, 
 To sink their laden boats with heavenly fraught ; 
 To free the fish with nets, with hookes to save : 
 For while the fish they catch, themselves were 
 caught : 
 
 1 Apoc. xvii. 10. F. 2 = mournful raiments. G. 
 3 Apoc. xiii. 11. F. 
 
120 APOLLTONTSTS. 
 
 And as the scaly nation they invade, 
 
 Were snar'd themselves. Ah ! much more 
 
 Messed trade 
 That of free fisher-swaines were captive fishes 
 
 made! 
 
 22. 
 
 Long since those fisher-swains had chang'd their 
 
 dwelling ; 
 Their spirits — while bodies slept in honour' d 
 
 toombes — 
 Heaven's joy es enjoy, all excellence excelling; 
 And in their stead a crue of idle groomes 
 By night into the ship with ladders stealing, 
 Fearles succeed, and fill their empty roomes. 
 
 The fisher's trade they praise, the paynes deride : 
 Their narrow bottomes stretch they large and 
 
 wide, 
 And make broad roomes for pomp, for luxury and 
 
 pride. 
 
 23. 
 
 Some from their skiffs to crownes and scepters 
 creep, 
 
 Heaven's selfe for Earth, and God for man reject- 
 ing : 
 
 Some snorting in their hulks supinely sleep, 
 
APOLLYONTSTS. 121 
 
 Seasons in vaine recall' d and winds neglecting : 
 Some nets and hookes and baits in poyson steep, 
 "With deathfull drugges the guiltles seas infecting : 
 
 The fish their life and death together drink ; 
 
 And dead pollute the seas with venom'd stink : 
 So downe to deepest Hell both fish and fishers sink. 
 
 24. 
 
 "While thus they swinime in ease, with plenty 
 
 fiowe, 
 Each losel 1 gets a boat and will to sea : 
 Some teach to work, but have no hands to rowe ; 
 Some will be lights, but have no eyes to see ; 
 Some will be guides, but have no feete to goe ; 
 Some deafe, yet ears ; some dumbe, yet tongues 
 will bee ; 
 Some will bee seasoning salt, yet drown' d in gall : 
 Dumbe, deafe, .blinde, lame and maime ; yet 
 fishers all, 
 Fit for no other use but 'store an hospitall. 
 
 25. 
 
 Mean time the Fisher, which by Tiber's bankes 
 Rul'd leasser boates, casts to enlarge his See : 
 
 1 'Scoundrel' G. 
 
122 APOLLTONISTS. 
 
 His ship — even then too great — with stollen 
 
 plankes 
 Length'ning, he makes a monstrous argosie ; 
 And stretches wide the sides with out-growne 
 
 flankes : 
 Peter and Paul his hadge, this' sword, that's key 
 His feyned armes : with these he much prevailes 
 To him each fisher hoy his bonnet veyles, 
 And as the lord of seas adores with strooken sayles : 
 
 26. 
 
 Nor could all seas fill up his empty mawe : 
 
 For Earth he thirsts : the Earth invades, subdues : 
 
 And now all earthly gods with servile awe 
 
 Are highly grac't to kisse his holy shooes : 
 
 Augustus' selfe stoops to his soveraigne lawe, 
 
 And at his stirrop close, to lacky sues : 
 
 Then Heaven's scepter claymes, then Hell and 
 
 all. 
 Strange tume of chaunges ! to be lowe and 
 thrall 
 Brings honour, honour strength, strength pride, 
 and pride a fall. 
 
 27. 
 
 Vpon the ruines of those marble towres, 
 Founded, and rays'd with skill and great expence 
 
APOLLTONISTS. 123 
 
 Of auncient Kings, great lords and emperours, 
 He built his Babel up to Heav'n, and thence 
 Thunders through all the world : on sandy floores 
 The ground- worke slightly floats, the walls to 
 sense 
 Seeme porphyr faire, which blood of martyrs 
 
 taints ; 
 But was base lome, mixed with strawy saints ; 
 Daub'd with untemper'd lime, which glistering 
 tinfoyle paints. 
 
 28. 
 
 The portall seemes — farre off — a lightsome frame, 
 But all the lights are false : the chrystall glasse 
 Back't with a thick mud- wall beates off the flame 
 Nor suffers any sparke of day to passe. 
 There sits dull Ignoraunce, a loathly dame, 
 Two eyes, both blind : two eares, both deafe shee 
 ha's : 
 
 Yet quick of sense they to her selfe appeare. 
 
 Oh who can hope to cure that eye and eare, 
 "Which being blind and deafe, bragges best to see 
 and heare ! 
 
 29. 
 
 Close by her children two : of each side one, 
 A sonne and daughter sate : he Errour hight, 
 
124 AP0LLY0N1STS. 
 
 A crooked swaine : shee Superstition. 
 Him Hate of Truth begot in Stygian night ; 
 Her Feare, and falsely call'd, Devotion ; 
 And as in birth, so joyn'd in loose delight 
 
 They store the world with an incestuous breed 
 A bastard, foule, dcform'd, but num'rous seed ; 
 All monsters : who in parts or growth, want or 
 exceed. 
 
 30. 
 
 Her sonne invites the wandring passengers 
 And calls aloud, Ho ! every simple swaine 
 Come, buy crownes, scepters, miters, crosiers, 
 Buy thefts, blood, incests, oaths, buy all for gaine : 
 With gold buy out all Purgatory feares, 
 With gold buy Heaven and Heaven's Soveraigne. 
 Then through an hundred labyrinths he leads 
 The silly soule, and with vaine shadowes feeds : 
 The poore stray wretch admires old formes and an- 
 tieke 1 deeds. 
 
 31. 
 
 The daughter leads him forth in pilgrim's guise 
 To visite holy shrines, the Lady Hales ; 
 
 1 ' Ancient ' G. 
 
APOLLYO NISTS. 1 25 
 
 The dove's and Gabriel's plumes in purple dyes, 
 Cartloads of crosse, and straunge-engendring 
 
 nayles : l 
 The simple man adores the sottish lyes : 
 Then with false wonders his frayle sense assayles, 
 Saint 2 Fulbert nurst with with milke of virgine 
 
 pure : 
 Saint Dominick's bookes, 3 like fish in rivers 
 dure ; 4 
 Saint Francis' birds and wounds : and Bellamiine's 
 breeches cure. 
 
 32. 
 
 The Hall is vastly built for large dispence ; 
 Where freely ushers loosest Libertie, 
 The waiters Lusts, the caterer, vaine Expence, 
 Steward of th' house wide-panched Gluttonie ; 
 Bed-makers, Ease, Sloth, and soft, wanton Sense ; 
 High-chamberlaine, perfumed Lecherie : 
 
 1 Strangely-multiplying ' nails ' of the Cross. G. 
 
 2 Saint Fulbert sucked the brests of the blessed Vir- 
 gine : sosaith Baronius, Annal., 1028, n. 5. F. 
 
 3 Dominick's books lay dry a whole night in a raver 
 Antonius Sum. F. 
 
 4 i.e., endure. G. 
 
126 APOLLTONISTS. 
 
 The outward Courtes -with "Wrong and Bribery 
 
 stink 
 That holy Catherine 1 smelt the loathsome sink 
 From French Avinion's towers 2 to Tuscan Sien's 8 
 brinke. 
 
 33. 
 The stately presence princely spoyles adome 
 
 Of vassal kings : there sits the man of pride, 
 
 And with his dusty feet* — oh ! hellish scorne ! — 
 
 Crownes and uncrownes men by God deifi'de. 
 
 He is that seeing and proud-speaking home, 5 
 
 "Who stiles himselfe Spouse of that glorious Bride ; 
 
 The Churche's Head and Monarch : Iesse's rod; 
 
 The precious corner-stone : supreme vice-god ; 
 The Light, the Sunne, the Bock, the Christ, the 
 Lord our God. 6 
 
 1 This is affirmed by Antonine hist. F. 
 
 2 Avignon. G. 
 
 3 Sienna. G. 
 
 4 Celestine III, thus dealt with Henry VI., Empe- 
 ronr. F. 
 
 5 Daniel vii., 8. F. 
 
 6 All these titles and many more are given to the 
 Popes by their vassals, and by them accepted and justi- 
 fied. F. 
 
APOLLTONTSTS. 127 
 
 34. 
 
 There stand the pillars of the Papacie ; 
 Stout champions of Rome's almighty power : 
 Carv'd out as patterns to that holy See- 
 First was that Boniface, the cheifest flower 
 In Papal Paradise, who climb' d to bee 
 First universal! Bishop-governour. 1 
 
 Then he that would be Pope and Emperour too: 2 
 And close by them that monstrous prelate, who 
 Trampled great Frederick's necke with his proud 
 durty shooe. 3 
 
 35. 
 
 Aboue the rest stood famous Hildebrand 
 
 The father of our Popish chastitie : 
 
 Who forc't brave Henry with bare feet to stand 
 
 And beg for entrance, and his amitie. 
 
 Finely the workman with his Dedal hand* 
 
 Had drawne disdaine sparkling iu's fiery eie, 
 His face all red with shame and angry scorne, 
 To heare his sonne lament, his Empresse mourne, 
 
 While this chast father makes poore Asto weare 
 the horn. 
 
 1 Boniface III. F. 2 Boniface VIII. F. 
 
 3 Alexander III. F. 4 Of Daedalus, as before. G. 
 
128 APOLLYONISTS. 
 
 36. 
 
 There stool Lucretia's father, husband, brother, 
 The monster Borgia, cas'd in lust aud blood : ' 
 And he that fil'd his child and quell' d his mother : J 
 He that was borne, liv'd, died in lust: 3 there stood 
 The female Pope, Rome's shame,* and many other 
 Kindled for Hell on Earth in lustfull flood. 
 
 These saints accurse the married chastity. 
 
 A wife defiles : oh deep hypocrisy ! 
 Yet use, reward and praise twice burning Sodomy. 
 
 37. 
 
 And with those fleshly stood the spiritual! bauds : 
 They choose, and frame a goodly stone or stock : 
 Then trimme their puppet-god with costly gauds. 
 Ah ! who can tell which is the verier block, 
 His god or he ! Such lyes are godly frauds. 
 Some whips adore, the crosse, the seamlesse frock, 
 
 Naylcs, speare, reed, spunge ; some needing no 
 partaker, 
 
 Nor using any help but of the baker : 
 Oh ! more then power divine ! — make, chew, and 
 voide their Maker. 
 
 1 Alexander VI. F. 2 Paul III., F. 3 Piua IV. F. 
 4 John VIII. or rather loan. F. 
 
APOLLYONISTS. 129 
 
 38. 
 
 By these were plac'd those dire incarnate fiends 
 Studied in that black art, and that alone : 
 One leagu'd himselfe to Hell t' effect his ends, 
 In Rome's bee-hive to live the soveraigne drone : l 
 Another musters all the divels, his friends 2 
 To pull his Lord out of His rightfull throne ; 
 And worse then any fiend, with magicke rite 
 He casts into the fire the Lord of Light : 
 So sacrific'd his God to an infernall spright. 
 
 39. 
 
 But who can summe this holy rablement ? 
 This prais'd the Gospel as a gainfull tale ; 
 That questions Heav'ns reward, Hel's punishment;* 
 This for his dish in spight of God doth call ; * 
 That Heaven taints, infects the sacrament 
 The bread and scale of life perpetuall : 
 
 1 Silvester II. and many others. F. 
 
 2 Gregory VII. F. 
 
 3 Leo X. F. 
 
 4 John XXI Q and John XXIV. F. 
 
1.30 ArOLLTONISTS. 
 
 And pois'ning Christ, poisons with Him his 
 
 King: 
 He life and death in one draught swallowing, 
 "Wash't off his sinfull staines in that life's deadly 
 
 spring. x 
 
 1 Henry, Emperour, was poysoned in the sacrament 
 given by a priest, set on by Robert, King of Naples, and 
 Robert by Clement V. Avent. F. 
 
Canto IV. 1 
 
 1. 
 
 Looke as a goodly pile, whose ayrie towres 
 Thrust up their golden heads to th' azure sky, 
 But loosely leanes his weight on sandy floores : 
 Such is that man's estate, who looking high 
 Grounds not his sinking trust on heavenly powres : 
 His tott'ring hopes no sooner live but die. 
 
 How can that frame be right, whose ground is 
 
 wrong? 
 Who stands upon his owne legges, stands not 
 
 long: 
 For man's most weake in strength, in weaknes 
 
 only strong. 
 
 Thus Rome — when drench' t in seas of martyrs 
 
 blood, 
 And tost with stormes, yet rooted fast on Christ — 
 Deep-grounded on that Rocke most firmely stood : 
 
 1 Printed IIII. G. 
 
132 A P0LLT0N1STS. 
 
 But when with pride and worldly pompe entic't 
 She sought her selfe, sunke in her rising flood. 
 So when of late that boasted Iesuite priest 1 
 Gath'red his flocke, and now the house 'gan 
 
 swell 
 And every eare drew in the sugred spell, 
 Their house, and rising hopes, swole, burst, and 
 headlong fell. 
 
 Through this knowne entraunce past that subtile 
 
 Spright : 
 There thundring Paul retir'd he sullen found, 
 Boyling his restles heart in envious spight, 
 Gall'd with old sores, and new Venetian wound : 
 His thoughtfull head lean'd downe his carefull 2 
 
 weight 
 Vpon a chayre, farre fetch't from Dodon ground. 
 Thence without feare of errour they define : 
 For there the Spirit his presence must confine. 
 Oh ! more then God, who makes his bread, blocks, 
 chayres divine ! 
 
 4. 
 
 But that true Spirit's want, this false supplies; 
 He folds that scomer's chayre in's cloudy wings, 
 
 1 Drury. F. 2 = full of care. G. 
 
APOLLYONISTS. 133 
 
 And paints and gilds it fayre with colour'd lies. 
 But now from's damned head a snake he flings 
 Burning in flames : the subtile serpent flies 
 To th' aymed marke, and fills with firy stings 
 The Papal brest ; his holy bosome swells 
 "With pride and rage : straight cals for books, 
 lights, bells, 
 Frets, fumes, fomes, curses, chafes, and threatens 
 thousand hells. 
 
 5. 
 
 So when cold waters wall'd with brasen wreath 
 Are sieg'd with crackling flames, their common foe, 
 The angry seas 'gin fome and hotly breath, 
 Then swell, rise, rave, and still more furious grow, 
 Nor can be held : but prest with fires beneath 
 Tossing their waves, break out and all o'reflow. 
 In hast he calls a Senate : thither runne 
 The blood-red cardinalls, friers white and dunne, 
 And with and 'bove the rest Ignatius' eldest sonne. 
 
 6. 
 
 The Conclave fills apace : now all are met : 
 Each knowes his stall, and takes his wonted place. 
 So downe they sit : and now they all are set : 
 iEquivocus, with his bat-wing'd embrace, 
 Clucks, broods his chickens, while they sadly 
 treat : 
 
134 APOLLTONISTS. 
 
 Their eyes all met in th' holy father's face, 
 There first forseee his speech : a dusky cloud 
 Hangs on his brow ; his eyes fierce lightnings 
 shroud, 
 At length they heare it breake and rore in thunders 
 loud. 
 
 7. 
 
 Thrice-glorious founders of Rome's Hierarchy, 
 Whose towring thoughts and more then manly 
 
 spirit 
 Beyond the spheares have ray'sd our Monarchy, 
 Nor Earth nor Heaven can pay your boundlesse 
 
 merit. 
 Oh ! let your soules above the loftiest sky 
 Your purchast crownes and scepters just inherit. 
 Here in your pourtraits may you ever live ; 
 While we — poore shadowes of your pictures- 
 grieve 
 Our sloth should basely spend, what your high 
 vertues give. 
 
 I blush to view you : see priest-kings, oh ! see 
 Their lively shades our life as shades upbrayd : 
 See how his face sparkles in majesty, 
 Who that first stone of our vast Kmgdome layd, 
 
APOLLYONISTS. 135 
 
 Spous'd the whole Church and made the World 
 
 his See : x 
 With what hrave anger is his cheek arrayd, 
 Who Peter's useles keyes in Tiber flings ! 2 
 How high he lookes that treades on basilisks' 
 stings, 
 And Andes for 's lordly foot, no stool but necks of 
 kings! 3 
 
 See where among the rest great Clement stands 4 
 Lifting his head 'bove Heaven, who angels cites 
 And bids them lowly stoop at his commands, 
 And waft tir'd soules to those eternall lights. 
 But what they wonne, we loose : townes, cities 
 
 Lands 
 Revolt : our buls each petty lamb-kin slights : 
 
 We storme and thunder death, they laugh, and 
 
 gren 5 
 How have we lost our selves ! where, and 
 
 when 
 
 Were we thus chang'd ? sure they were more, we 
 lesse, then men. 
 
 1 Boniface in. P. 2 Julius VIII. F. 
 
 3 Alexander III. F. 4 Clement V. F. 
 
 5 'grin.' G. 
 
136 APOLIYONTSTS. 
 
 10. 
 
 Can that uncloist'red frier 1 with those light armes 
 That sword and shield which we mocke, scorne, 
 
 defie, 
 "Wake all the sleeping world with loud alarmes, 
 And ever conqu'ring live, then quiet die ? 
 And live and dead, load us with losse and harmes ? 
 A single simple frier ? And oh ! shall I, 
 Christ, God on Earth, so many losses heare 
 With peace and patience ? who then Rome will 
 
 feare ? 
 "Who then to th' Romane God his heart and hands 
 
 will reare ? 
 
 11. 
 
 Belgia is wholly lost, and rather chuses 
 
 Warres, flame and blood, then peace with Rome 
 
 and Spain. 
 Fraunce halfe fal'ne off, all truce and pari' refuses: 
 Edicts, massacres, leagues, threats, all are vaine. 
 Their king with painted shew our hope abuses, 
 And beares our forced yoke with scome and paine. 
 So lyons— bound — stoop, crouch with fained awe, 
 
 1 Luther. F. 
 
APOLI.YONISTS. 137 
 
 But — loos' d — their keeper seize with lordly paw, 
 Drag, rend, and with his flesh, fall gorge their 
 greedy maw. 
 
 12. 
 
 See where proud Dandal chain' d, some scraps ex- 
 pecting 
 Lies cub-like under boord, and begs releife : * 
 But now their Corno our three erownes neglecting 
 Censures our sacred censures, scornes our Briefe. 
 Our English plots our adverse power detecting 
 Doubles their joy, trebles their shame and griefe. 
 What have we reap't of all our paines and 
 
 seed ? 
 Seditions, murthers, poysons, treasons breed 
 To us more spight and scorne : in them more hate 
 and heed. 
 
 13. 
 
 That fleet, which with the moone for vastnesse 
 
 stood, 
 "Which all the Earth, which all the sea admires, 2 
 
 1 Dandalus, Duke of Venice was compeld by the Pope, 
 Clement the V^., to crouch under the table, chained like a 
 dogge ; before he could obtain peace for the Venetians. F. 
 
 2 =Wonders at. G. 
 
1 38 AFOLLYONTSTS. 
 
 Amaz'd to see on waves, a moone of wood ; 
 Blest by our hands, frighted with suddaine fires 
 And panicke feares, suhke in the gaping flood : 
 Some split, some yeeld, scarce one — that torne — 
 
 retires. 
 That long wish't houre, when Cynthia set i' th' 
 
 maine, 
 What hath it brought at length, what change, 
 
 what gain? 
 One bright star fell, the sunne is ris'ne and all his 
 
 traine. 
 
 14. 
 
 But Fates decree our fall : high swelling names x 
 Of Monarch, Spouse, Christ, God, breed much de- 
 bate, 
 And heape disdaine, hate, envy, thousand blames : 
 And shall I yeeld to envy, feare their hate, 
 Lay downe my titles, quit my justest claimes ? 
 Shall I Earth's God, yeeld to uncertaine fate ? 
 Sure I were best with cup in hand to pray 
 
 1 The Card[inal] Giure made a motion in the holy 
 office concerning the moderating the Pope's titles. But 
 the Pope would give no way to it : as being no greater 
 then the authority of Peter's successour did require, F. 
 
APOLI.TONISTS. 139 
 
 My sheepe be rul'd : I scorne that begging way ; 
 I will, I must command : ' tbey must, tbey shall 
 obay. 
 
 15. 
 
 Shall I, the world's bright sunne, Heaven's oracle, 
 
 The onely tongue of God's owne mouth, shall I, 
 
 Of men, of faith, the Iudge infallible, 
 
 The rule of good, bad, wrong, and equitie : 
 
 Shall I, Almighty, Rock invincible, 
 
 Stoop to my servants, beg authoritie ? 
 
 Rome is the world's, I, Rome's head : it shall 
 raigne : 
 
 "Which to effect, I live, rule ; this to gaine 
 Is here my 'Heaven: to loose, Hell's tormenting 
 
 paine. 2 
 
 16. 
 
 So said and ceas'd : while all all the priestly round 
 In sullen greife, and stupide silence sat : 
 
 3 Paul Vth. in all his conferences with the Venetians 
 had that continually in his mouth, I must be obeyed. 
 Hist. Inter. Ven. F. 
 
 2 It was the saying of Paul Vth. that he was purposely 
 set to maintaine the Churcne's authoritie, and that he 
 account it a part of hi3 happines to dye for it. Hist. 
 Interd. Ven. F. 
 
140 APOLLTONISTR. 
 
 This bit his lip, that nayl'd his eye to th' ground, 
 Some cloud their naming eyes 'with scarlet hat, 
 Some gnash't their spightfull teeth, some lowr'd 
 
 and frown'd : 
 Till — greife and care driven out by spight and 
 
 hate — 
 Soft murmers first 'gan creep along the croud : 
 At length they storm'd and chaf't and thundred 
 
 loud, 
 And all sad 1 vengeance swore, and all dire mis- 
 
 cheife vow'd. 
 
 17. 
 
 So when a sable cloud with swelling sayle 
 Comes swimming through calme skies, the silent 
 
 ayre 
 — "While fierce winds sleepe, in ^ol' s rocky jayle — 
 With spangled beames embroydred, glitters faire : 
 But soon 'gins lowre and grone ; straight clatt'ring 
 
 hayle 
 Fills all with noyse : Light hides his golden hayre ; 
 
 Earth with untimely Winter's silvered. 
 
 Then Loiol's 2 eldest sonne lifts up his head, 
 Whom all with great applause and silence ushered. 
 
 1 Cf my Sir John Davies : Postscript i 475 : =serious 
 or perhaps here ' stern.' G. 
 
 2 That is, Loyola. G 
 
APOLLYONISTS. 141 
 
 18. 
 
 Most holy father, priests, kings soveraigne, 
 Who equal' st th' highest, makest lesser Gods, 
 Though Dominick and. Loiola now sustaine 
 The Lateran 1 Church, with age it stoopes and 
 
 noddes : 
 Nor have we cause to rest, or time to plaine : 
 Bebellious Earth — with Heaven it selfe to oddes — 
 Conspires to ruine our high envi'de state : 
 Yet may wee by those artes prolong our date, 
 Whereby wee stand : and if not chaunge yet stay 
 our fate. 
 
 19. 
 
 When captaines strive a fort or towne to winne, 
 
 They lay their batt'ry to the weakest side ; 
 
 Not where the wall and guard stands thicke, but 
 
 thinne : 
 So that wise Serpent his assault appli'de, 
 And with the weaker vessell would beginne : 
 
 1 Pope Innocent the III. dreamed that the Lateran 
 church at Rome was falling, hut that Saint Dominick 
 setting to his shoulders underpropped, whereupon he 
 confirmed his order. F. 
 
142 APOLI.YONISTS. 
 
 He first the woman with distrust and pride 
 
 Then shee the man, subdues with flatt'ring lies ; 
 So in our battaile gets two victories : 
 
 Our foe will teach us fight, our fall will teach us 
 rise. 
 
 20. 
 
 Our cheife 1 who every slight 2 and engine knowes, 
 While on th' old tioupes he spent his restles paines, 
 With equall armes assaulting equall foes, 
 What hath he got, or wee ? what fruite, what 
 
 gaines 
 Ensu'de ? we beare the losse, and he the blowes : 
 And while each part their wit and learning straines, 
 The breach repaires, and — foil'd — new force 
 
 assumes : 
 Their hard encounters and hot angry fumes 
 Strike out the sparkling fire, which lights them, us 
 consumes. 
 
 21. 
 
 Instead of heavy armes hence use we slight : 2 
 Trade we with those which train' d in ignorance 
 
 1 Bellarmine. F. 
 
 2 Sleight = artifice, as before. 
 
APOLLTOITISTS. 143 
 
 Have small acquaintance with that heavenly 
 
 Light ; 
 Those who disgrac't by some misgovernance 
 — Their owne or others — swell with griefe or 
 
 spight. 
 But nothing more our kingdome must advance, 
 Or further our designes, then to comply 
 With that weake sexe, and by fine forgerie 
 To worme in womens' hearts, chiefly the rich and 
 
 high. 
 
 22. 
 
 Nor let the stronger scorne these weaker powres ; 
 The labour's lesse with them, the harvest more : 
 They easier yeeld and win ; so fewer houres 
 Are spent : for women sooner drinke our lore, 
 Men sooner sippe it from their lippes then ours : 
 Sweetly they learne and sweetly teach: with 
 store 
 Of teares, smiles, kisses, and ten thousand arts 
 Then lay close batt'ry to mens' frayler parts : 
 So finely steale themselves and us, into their hearts. 
 
 23. 
 
 That strongest champion who with naked hands 
 A lyon tore ; who all unarm' d and bound 
 Heap't mounts of armed foes on bloody sands : 
 
144 Al'OI.LYONISTS. 
 
 By woman's art, without or force or wound 
 Subdud'e, now in a mill, blind, grinding stands. 
 That sunne of wisedome, which the preacher 
 crown" d 
 Great king of arts, bewitch' t with women's 
 
 smiles, 
 Fell deepe in seas of folly by their wiles. 
 Wit, strength, and grace it selfe, yeeld to their 
 natt'ring guiles. 
 
 24. 
 
 This be our skirmish : for the maine, release 
 
 The Spanish forces, free strong Belgia 
 
 From feare of waive, let armes and armies cease : 
 
 What got our Alva, Iohn of Austria ? 
 
 Our captaine, Guile; our weapons Ease and Peace : 
 
 These more prevaile then Parma, 1 Spinola, 2 
 
 The Dutch shall yeeld us armes and men ; there 
 dwell 
 
 Arminians, who from heaven halfe-way fell : 
 A doubtfull sect which hang 'tween truth, lies, 
 Heaven and Hell. 
 
 1 Alexander Farnese, third Duke of Parma : died 
 1592. G. 
 
 2 Ambrose, Marquis of Spinola : died 1630. G- 
 
APOLLYONISTS. 145 
 
 25. 
 
 These Epicens have sowne their subtile brayne 
 "With thorny difference and neat illusion : 
 Proud, fierce, the adverse part they much disdaine. 
 These must be handled soft with fine collusion, 
 For Calvins' hate to side with Eome and Spaine, 
 To worke their owne, and their owne-home's con- 
 fusion. 
 
 And by large summes, more hopes, wee must 
 bring in 
 
 Wise Bamevelt 1 to lay our plotted gin : 
 So where the lyon fayles, the fox shall eas'ly win. 
 
 26. 
 
 The flowres of Fraunce, those faire delicious 
 
 flowres, 
 Which late are imp't* in stemme of prond !Navar, s 
 With ease wee may transferre to Castile bowres. 
 Feare not that sleeping lyon : this I dare, 
 And will make good spight of all envious powres : 
 When that great bough most threats the neigh- 
 
 b'ring ay re, 
 
 1 John van Olden Barneveldt : a Dutch statesman ; 
 died 1619 G. 
 
 2 ' Engrafted,' from ' imp ' a shoot or sucker. G. 
 
 3 Nayarre, Henry of: died 1610. G. 
 
 J 
 
146 APOLLYONTSTS. 
 
 Then shall he fall : when now his thoughts 
 
 worke high, 
 And in their pitch their to wring projects fly, 
 Then shall he stoop ; his hopes shall droop, and 
 
 drop, and dy. 
 
 27. 
 
 "We have not yet forgot the shamefull day 
 
 "When forc't from Fraunce and our new holds to fly 
 
 — Hooted and chac't as owles — we ran away. 
 
 That pillar of our lasting infamy 
 
 Though raz'd, yet in our minds doth freshly stay. 
 
 Hence love wee that great king so heartily, 
 
 That but his heart nought can our hearts con- 
 tent : 
 
 His bleeding heart from crazy body rent, 
 Shrin'd in bright gold shall stand our Iesuite 
 monument. 
 
 28. 
 
 This be our taske : the aged truncke wee'l lop, 
 And force the sprigges forget their former kind : 
 Wee'l graft the tender twigges on Spanish top, 
 And with fast knots Fraunce unto Spaine wee'l 
 bind, 
 
 i 
 
APOLLYONISTS. 147 
 
 "With crosse and double knotts ; wee'l still 1 and drop 
 The llomane sap into their empty mind : 
 
 "Wee'l hold their heart, "wee'l porter at their 
 
 eare, 
 The head, the feet, the hands -wee'l wholly 
 steare : 
 That at our nod the head the heart it selfe shall 
 teare : 
 
 29. 
 
 All this a prologue to our Tragedy : 
 
 My head's in travaile of an hideous 
 
 And fearfull birth : such as may fright the sky, 
 
 Turne back the sun: helpe, helpe Ignatius! 
 
 And in this act proove thy new deity. 
 
 I have a plot worthy of Rome and us, 
 
 Wliich with amazement, Heauen and Earth shall 
 fill: 
 
 Nor care I whether right, wrong, good, or ill. : 
 Church-profit is our law, our onely rule thy will, 
 
 30. 
 
 That blessed Isle so often curst in vaine, 
 Triumphing in our losse and idle spight, 
 
 1 = distill. G. 
 
148 AP0LLY0NISTS. 
 
 Of force shall shortly stoop to Rome and Spaync : 
 
 I'le take a way ne're knowne to man or spright. 
 
 To kill a king is stale, and I disdaine: 
 
 That fits a secular, not a Iesuite. 
 
 Kings, nobles, clergy, commons, high and low, 
 The flowre of England in one hourc I'le mow, 
 
 And head* all th' Isle with one unseen, unfenced 
 blow. 
 
 31. 
 
 A goodly frame, rays'd high with carved stones, 
 Leaning his lofty head on marble, stands 
 Close by that Temple where those honour' d bones 
 Of Britaine kings and many princely grands 2 
 Adorned rest, with golden scutcheons : 
 Gamish't with curious worke of Dedal hands. 
 Lowd at his base the swelling Thamis falls, 
 And sliding downe along those stately halls, 
 Doth that chiefe Citie wash, and fence with liquid 
 walls. 
 
 32. 
 
 Here all the States in full assembly meet, 
 And every order rank't in fit array, 
 Cloth'd with rich robes fill up the crowded street. 
 Next 'fore the king his heier leades the way, 
 Glitt'ring with gemmes and royall coronet : 
 
 1 = behead. G. 2 As before, ' grandees ' G. 
 
APOLLYONISTS. 149 
 
 So golden Phosphor ushers in the day : 
 
 And all the while the trumpets triumphs sound, 
 And all the while the peoples' votes resound : 
 
 Their shoutes and tramplings shake the ayre and 
 dauncing ground. 
 
 33. 
 
 There in Astrea's hallaunce doe they weigh 
 The right and wrong, reward and punishment : 
 And rigour with soft equitie allay, 
 Curbe lawles lust, and stablish government ; 
 There Rome it selfe, and us they dare affray 
 With bloody lawes and threatnings violent : 
 Hence all our suff' rings, torments exquisite , 
 Varied in thousand formes, ' appli'de to fright 
 The harmeles yet — alas ! — and spotles Iesuite, 
 
 34. 
 
 But cellars large, and cavernes vaulted deep, 
 With bending arches borne and columnes strong, 
 Vnder that stately building slyly creep : 
 Here Bacchus lyes, conceal' d from Iuno's wrong, 
 
 1 The printed lies concerning the torments of their 
 Romane martyrs which I sawe in the study of the learned 
 knight Sir Thomas Hutchinson, priviledgcd by the Pope, 
 are for their monstrous impudency incredible. F. 
 
150 ArOLLYONISTS. 
 
 Whom these cold vaults from hot-breath' d ayers 
 
 keep. 
 In place of those wee'l other barrels throng, 
 
 Stuf't with those firy sands, and black dry 
 
 mould, 
 Which from blue Phlegetons l shores that frier 
 bold 
 Stole with dire hand, and yet Hell's force and col- 
 our hold. 
 
 35. 
 
 And when with numbers just the House gins swell, 
 And every State hath fill'd his station, 
 When now the king mounted on lofty sell* 
 With honyed speech and comb'd 3 oration 
 Charm's every eare, midst of that sugred spell 
 I'le teare the walls, blowe up the nation, 
 
 Bullet to heaven the stones with thunders loud, 
 Equall* to th' earth the courts and turrets proud, 
 And fire the shaking towne and quench't with 
 royall blood. 
 
 1 ' Phlegethon ' : a river of the lower world : Virgil, 
 ^neid vi. 265, 550. G. 
 
 2 ' Saddle ' or seat. G. 
 
 3 ' Smooth. ' G. 4 ' level. ' G. 
 
ArOLLYONTSTS. 151 
 
 36. 
 
 Oh : how my dauncing heart leapes in my breast 
 But to fore-thinke that noble tragedie ! 
 I thirst, I long for that blood-royall feast. 
 See where their lawes, see, Holy Father, see 
 Where lawes and makers, and above the rest 
 Kings marshal' d in due place, through th' ayer flee : 
 There goes the heart, there th' head, there 
 
 sindged bones : 
 Heark, Father, heark : hear'st not those musicke 
 
 tones ? 
 Some rore, some houle, some shriek : Earth, Hell 
 
 and ayer grones. 
 
 37. 
 
 Thus sang, and downe he sat ; while all the quire 
 Attune tbeir ecchoing voices to his layes : 
 Some Iesuite pietie, and zealous fire, 
 Some his deep reaching wit and judgement praise : 
 And all the plot commend, and all admire, 
 But most great Paul himselfe : awhile he stayes, 
 Then suddaine rising, with embraces long 
 He hugges his sonne, while yet the passion 
 strong, 
 "Wanting due vent, makes teares his words, and 
 eyes, his tongue. 
 
152 APOLLYOKISTS. 
 
 38. 
 
 At length the heart too full his joy dispers't, 
 "Which mounting on the tongue, thus overflowcs : 
 You Romane saints to whose deare reliques herst 
 In golden shrines, every true Catholike bowes ; 
 And thou of lesser gods the best and first, 
 Great English Thomas 1 ushering our vowes, 
 
 "Who giv'st Heaven by thy blood, and precious 
 merit, 
 
 I see we still your love and helpe inherit, 
 "Who in our need rayse up so true a Romane Spirit. 
 
 39. 
 
 "What meed — my sonne — can Christ or he above, 
 Or I beneath, to thy deservings weigh ? 
 What Heaven can recompense thy pious love ? 
 In Lateran Church thy statute crown' d with bay 
 In gold shall mounted stand next highest love : 
 To thee wee'l humbly kneele, and vowe, and pray : 
 Haile Rome's great patron, ease our restles cares, 
 Possesse thy Heaven, and prosper our affayres, 
 Even now inure thine eare to our religious prayers. 
 
 40. 
 
 So up they rose, as full of hope, as spight, 
 And every one his charge with care applies. 
 
 1 Thomas Backet. F. 
 
AI>OLLYONISTS. 153 
 
 Equivocus with heart and pinions light 
 Downe posting to th' infernall shadowes flies ; 
 Fills them with joyes, — such joyes as sonnes of 
 
 night 
 Enjoy, such as from sinne and mischeife rise. 
 With all they envy, greive, and inly grone 
 To see themselves out-sinn'd : and every one 
 "Wish't he the Iesuit were, and that dire plot his 
 owne. 
 
Canto V. 
 
 1. 
 
 OOKE, as a wayward child would some- 
 thing have, 
 Yet flings away, wralls, 1 spurns, his 
 nurs? abuses : 
 So fro ward man, what most his longings crave, 
 — Likenes to God — profer'd by God refuses. 
 But will be rather Sinne's base drudge and slave. 
 The shade 2 by Satan promis'd greed'ly chuses, 
 And with it death and Hell. Oh wretched state, 
 "Where not the eyes but feete direct the gate ! 
 So misse what most we wish, and have what most 
 we hate. 
 
 Thus will this Man of Sinne be like to Christ, 
 A king, yet not in Heaven, but Earth that raignes ; 
 That murthers, saves not Christians : th' highest 
 preist, 
 
 1 'Wawl' or bawl' G. 2 'shadow.' G. 
 
APOLLYONISTS. 155 
 
 Yet not to wait his course, — that he disdaines— 
 
 But to advaunce aloft his mitred crest ; 
 
 That Christ Hiinselfe may wait upon his traynes. 
 
 Straunge Priest, oft Heaven he sells but never 
 buyes : 
 
 Straunge Doctor, hating truth, enforcing lyes : 
 Thus Satan is indeed, and Christ by contraryes. 
 
 And such his ministers all glist'ring bright 
 
 In night and shades, and yet but rotten wood, 
 
 And fleshly devils : such this Iesuite, 
 
 Who — Loiol's ensign e 1 — thirsts for English blood, 
 
 He culs choice soules — so*ules vow'd to th' prince 
 
 of night, 
 And priest of Rome — sweares them — an English 
 
 brood, 
 But hatch't in Borne for Spaine — close to con- 
 
 ceale, 
 And execute what he should then reveale : 
 Binds them to Hell in sin, and makes Heaven's 
 
 Lord the seale. 
 
 1 Loyola's flag-bearer. G. 
 
156 ArOLLYONISTS. 
 
 Now are they met ; this armed with a spade, 
 That with a mattocke, voide of shame and feare : 
 The Earth — their grandame Earth — they fierce 
 
 invade, 
 And all her howels search, and rent and teare, 
 Then by her ruines flesh't, much' bolder made, 
 They ply their worke ; and now neere Hell, they 
 
 heare 
 Soft voices, murmurs, doubtfull whisperings : 
 The feai*full conscience prick't with guilty stings, 
 A thousand hellish formes unto their fancy brings. 
 
 This like a statue stands : cold fright congeales 
 His marble limbes ; to th' Earth another falling, 
 Creeping behind a barrell, softly steales : 
 A third into an empty hogshead cralling. 
 Locks up his eyes, drawes in his stragling heeles : 
 A fourth, in vaine for succour loudly calling, 
 
 Elies through the aire as swift as gliding starre; 
 
 Pale, ghastly, like infernall sprites afarre 
 Each to his fellow seemes : and so, or worse they 
 are. 
 
 6. 
 
 So when in Sleep's soft grave dead senses rest, 
 An earthly vapour clamb'ring up the braine 
 
APOLLTOJTISTS. 157 
 
 Brings in a meagre ghost, whose launched brest 
 Showers downe his naked corps a bloody raine : 
 A dull blue-burning torch about his crest 
 He ghastly waves ; halfe dead with frightfull paine 
 
 The leaden foot faine would, but cannot fly ; 
 
 The gaping mouth faine would, but cannot cry : 
 And now awake still dreames, nor trusts his open 
 eye: 1 
 
 At length those streames of life, which ebbing low 
 "Were all retir'd into the frighted heart 
 Backe to their wonted chanels gan to flow : 
 So peeping out, yet trembling every part, 
 And list'ning now with better heed, they know 
 Tbose next adjoyning roomes hollow' d by art, 
 To lie for cellerage : which glad they hire, 
 And cramme with powder and unkindled fire : 
 Slacke aged Time with plaints and praires they 
 daily tire. 
 
 8. 
 
 Slow Time, which every houre grows't old and 
 
 young, 
 "Which every minute dy'st, and liv'st againe ; 
 
 1 This stanza, with others of the ' Apollyonists, ' might 
 take a place in Thomson's ' Castle of Indolence.' G. 
 
158 APOLLYONISTS. 
 
 Which mak'st the strong man weak, the weak man 
 
 strong : 
 Sad Time, which fly'st in joy, but creep'st in 
 
 paine, 
 Thy steppes uneven are still too short or long : 
 Devouring Time, who bear' 8 1 a fruitfull traine, 
 And eat'st what er'e thou bear'st — why dost not 
 
 flee? 
 Why do'st not post to view a Tragedie, 
 Which never Time yet saw, which never Time 
 
 shall see ? 
 
 9. 
 
 Among them all none so impatient 
 
 Of stay, as firy Faux, whose grisly feature 
 
 Adorn' d with colours of Hell's regiment 
 
 — Soot black and fiery red — betrayd his nature. 
 
 His frighted mother, when her time shee went, 
 
 Oft dream' t she bore a straunge and monstrous 
 
 creature, 
 A brand of Hell sweltring in fire and smoke, 
 Who all, and's mother's selfe would bume and 
 
 choke. 
 So dream't she in her sleep, so found she when she 
 
 woke. 
 
 10. 
 
 Rome was his nurse, and Spaine his tutour : she 
 With wolvish milk flesh't him in deadly lyes, 
 
APOLLYONISTS. 159 
 
 In hate of Truth, and stubborn Errour : he 
 Fats him with humane blood, inures his eyes 
 Dash't braines, tome guts, and trembling hearts 
 
 to see, 
 And tun'de his eare with grones and shrieking cryes. 
 Thus nurst, bred, growne a caruiiball, now prest 
 To be the leader of this troup, he blest 
 His bloody maw with thought of such a royall feast. 
 
 11. 
 
 Meane time the Eye which needs no light to see, 
 That wakefull Eye, which never winks or sleepes, 
 That purest Eye, which hates iniquitie, 
 That carefull Eye, which safe His Israel keepes, 
 Erom which no word or thought can hidden bee, 
 Look's from His Heaven, and piercing through the 
 deepes, 
 "With hate and scorne viewes the dire Iesuite 
 "Weary his hand and quintesscntiall wit, 
 To weave himselfe a snare and dig himselfe a pit 
 
 12. 
 
 That mounting eagle, which beneath His throne 
 His saphire throne — fixed on chrystall base, 
 Broadly dispreds his heaven-wide pineon 
 On whome, when sinfull Earth he strikes with 
 'maze, 
 
160 APOLLYONISTS. 
 
 He wide display es his black pavilion, 
 And thundring, fires high towres with flashing 
 blaze : 
 Darke waters draw their sable curtaines o're him, 
 With flaming wings the burning angels shore 1 
 him, 
 The cloudes and guilty heavens, for feare fly fast 
 before him : 
 
 13. 
 
 That mounting eagle forth he suddaine calls, 
 
 Fly, winged herald, to that Citie fly, 
 
 "Whose towres, My love, truth, wisdome builds 
 
 and walls : 
 There to the Councell this foule plot descry : 
 And while thy doubtful! writ their wit appalls, 
 That great Peace-maker's sense I'le open, I 
 Will cleere his mind, and plaine those ridling 2 
 
 folds. 
 So said, so done : no place or time with-holds 
 His constant course, the towne he thinks, he sees, 
 
 and holds. 
 
 14. 
 
 There in another shape to that wise peer 
 
 — That wisest peer — he gives a darksome spell : 
 
 1 ' Support ' G. 2 ' Eiddles=puzzliag ' G. 
 
APOLLYONISTS. 161 
 
 He was the State's treasure, and treasurer, 
 Spaine's feare, but England's earthly oracle ;' 
 He patron to my mother Cambridge, where 
 Thonsand sweet Muses, thousand Graces, dwell : 
 But neither hee, nor humane wit could find 
 The riddle's sense, till that learn' d royall mind, 
 Lighted from heaven, soone the knot and plot, un- 
 twin'd. 1 
 
 15. 
 
 And now the fatall morne approached neare ; 
 The sunne, and every starre had quench't their 
 
 light, 
 Loathing so blacke a deed : the Articke Beare 
 Enjoyn'd to stay, trembling at such a sight, 
 Though drench't in ayrie seas yet wink't for feare. 
 But hellish Faux laught at blinde Heaven's 
 
 affright. 
 What ! such a deed not seen? in vaine — saith 
 
 he— 
 You drowne your lights : if Heaven envious be 
 I'le bring Hell-fires for light, that all the world 
 
 may see. 
 
 1 King James I. G. 
 
162 APOLLYONISTS. 
 
 16. 
 
 So entring in, reviewes th' infernall mines ; 
 Marshals his casks anew, and ord'ring right 
 The tragieke scene, his hellish worke refines : 
 And now retum'd, booted, and drest for flight, 
 A watchfull swaine the miner undermines, 
 Holds, binds, brings out the Plot to view the light ; 
 
 The world amaz'd, Hel yawn'd, Earth gap't, 
 Heaven star'd, 
 
 Rome howl'd to see long hopes so sudden mar'd 
 
 The net was set, the fowle escap't, the fowler 
 snar'd. 
 
 17. 
 
 Oh ! thou Great Shepheard, Earth's, Heaven's 
 
 Soueraigne, 
 Whom we Thy pasture-sheep admire, adore ; 
 See all Thy flocks prostrate on Britaine plaine, 
 Pluck't from the slaughter ; fill their mouths with 
 
 store 
 Of incen'st praise : oh ! see, see, every swaine, 
 'Maz'd with Thy workes ; much 'maz'dbut ravish't 
 
 more : 
 Powre out their hearts Thy glorious name to 
 
 raise ; 
 Fire Thou our zealous lippes with thakfull laies ; 
 Make this sav'd Isle to burne in love, to smoke in 
 
 praise. 
 
APOLLYONISTS. 163 
 
 18. 
 
 Teach me Thy groome, here dull d iu fenny mire, 
 In these sweet laves : oh teach me beare a part. 
 Oh ! Thou dread Spirit shed Thy heavenly fire, 
 Thy holy flame into this frozen heart : 
 Teach Thou my creeping Muse to Heaven aspire, 
 Learne my rude brest, learne me that sacred art, 
 
 Which once Thou taught'st Thy Israel's shep- 
 heard-king : 
 
 raise my soft veine to high thundering : 
 Tune Thou my lofty song, Thy glory would I sing. 
 
 19. 
 
 Thou liv'dst before, beyond, without all Time ; 
 Art held in none, yet fillest every place : 
 Ah! how — alas ! — how then shall mortall slime 
 With siufull eyes view that eternall space, 
 Or comprehend Thy name in measur'd rime ? 
 To see forth-right, the eie was set i' th' face, 
 Hence, infinite to come, I wel descry, 
 Past infinite no creature sees with eie : 
 Onely th' Eternall's Selfe measures Eternitie. 
 
 20. 
 
 And yet by Thee, to Thee all live and move ; 
 Thou without place or Time giv'st times and 
 places : 
 
1 64 APOLLYONISTS. 
 
 The Heavens — Thy throne — Them liftest all above, 
 Which folded in their mixt but pure embraces 
 Teach us in their conjunctions, chastest love : 
 Next to the Earth the moone performes her races ; 
 Then Mercury ; beyond, the Phosphor bright : 
 These with their friendly heat and kindly might, 
 Warme pallid Cynthia's cold, aud draine her watry 
 light. 
 
 21. 
 
 Farre Thou remoov'st slow Saturn's frosty dry the 1 
 And thaw'st his yce with Mars, his flaming ire : 
 Behvixt them love, by Thy appointment fly'th ; 
 "Who part's and temper's well, his sonne and sire : 
 His moist flames dull the edge of Saturne's sithe, 
 And ayry moisture softens Mars, his fire : 
 
 The heart of Heaven midst of Heaven's bodie 
 
 rides, 
 From whose full sea of light and springing tides 
 The lesser streames of light fill up their empty 
 
 sides. 
 
 22. 
 
 The virgin Earth all in her green-silken weed 
 — Embroyder'd fayre with thousand flowres — 
 arrayd : 
 
 1 Drought. G. 
 
APPOLT.VOM r s 165 
 
 Whose wombe untill'd knew yet nor plough nor 
 
 seed, 
 Nor midwifry of man, nor Heaven's ayd, 
 Amaz'd to see her num'ious virgin breed, 
 Her fruit even fruitfull, yet her selfe a mayd : 
 
 The Earth of all the low'st yet middle lies ; 
 
 Nor sinks, though loosely hang'd in liquid skits : 
 For rising were her fall : and falling were her rise. 
 
 23. 
 
 Next Earth the Sea, a testy neighbour raves, 
 Which casting mounts and many a churlish hill, 
 Discharges 'gainst her walles his thundring waves. 
 Which all the shores with noyse and tumult fill : 
 But all in vaine : Thou beat'st downe all his braves i 
 When thee he heares commanding, Peace be still, 
 
 Downe straight he lowly falls, disbands his 
 traynes, 
 
 Sinks in himselfe and all his mountaines playnes : 
 Soft peace in all his shores, and quiet stilnes 
 raygnes. 
 
 24. 
 
 Thou mad'st the circling ayre aloft to fly, 
 And all this Round infold at thy command : 
 So thinne, it never could be seen with eye, 
 So grosse, it may be felt with every hand. 
 
106 APOLLYOMSTS. 
 
 Next to the horned moon and neighbour sky, 
 The fire Thou highest had'st, but farthest stand. 
 Straungcly Thou temper' st their adverse affection : 
 Though still they hate and fight, by Thy direction 
 Their strife maintaines their owne, and all the 
 world's perfection, 
 
 25. 
 
 For Earth's cold arme cold Winter friendly holds ; 
 
 But with his dry the other's wet defies : 
 
 The ayer's warmth detests the water's colds ; 
 
 But both a common moisture joyntly ties : 
 
 Warme ayre with mutuall love hot fire infolds ; 
 
 As moist, his drythe 1 abhorres : dry the Earth 
 allies 
 To fire, but heats with cold new warres addresse : 
 Thus by their peaceful] fight, and fighting peace 
 
 All creatures grow and dye, and dying still increase. 
 
 26. 
 
 Above them all Thou sit'st "Who gav'st all being, 
 All every where, in all, and over all : 
 Thou their great Vmpire, all their strife agreeing, 
 Bond'st their stiffe natures to Thv soveraigne call : 
 
 1 Drought, as before. G. 
 
AP0LLY0XISTS. 167 
 
 Thine eye their law : their steppes by over-seeing 
 Thou overrul'st and keep'st from slipp'ry fall. 
 Oh ! if Thy steady hand should not maintaine 
 What first it made, all straight would fall 
 againe, 
 And nothing of this All, save Nothing would 
 remaine : 
 
 27. 
 
 Thou bid'st the sunne piece out the ling' ring day, 
 Glitt'ring in golden fleece : the lovely Spring 
 Comes dancing on ; the primrose strewes her way, 
 And satten violet : lambes wantoning 
 Bound o're the hillocks in their sportfull play : 
 The wood-musicians chant and cheerely sing ; 
 The world seemes new ; yet old by youth's 
 
 accruing. 
 Ah ! wretched men, so wretched world pursuing, 
 Which still growes worse with age, and older by 
 
 renuing. 
 
 28. 
 
 At Thy command th' Earth travailes of her fruit ; 
 The sunne yeelds longer labour, shorter sleep ; 
 Out-runnes the Lyon in his hot pursuit ; 
 Then of the golden crab learnes backe to creep : 
 Thou Autumn bid'st— drest in straw-yellow suit — 
 
168 ArOLLYOMSTS. 
 
 To presse, tunne, hide his grapes in cellars deep : 
 Thou cloth'st the Earth with freez instead of 
 
 grasse, 
 While keen-breath'd Winter steeles her furrow'd 
 face, 
 And vials 1 rivers up, and seas, in chxystall glasse. 
 
 29. 
 
 What, hut Thy love and Thou, which feele no 
 
 change ? 
 Seas fill and want : their waters fall and grow ; 
 The windy aire each houre can wildly range ; 
 Earth lives and dies ; Heaven's lights can ebbe and 
 
 flow : 
 Thy Spowse her selfe, while yet a pilgrim strange, 
 Treading this weary world — like Cynthia's bow — 
 Now full of glorious beames, and sparkling 
 
 light : 
 Then soon oppos'd, eclips't with earthly spight 
 Seeines drown'd in sable clouds, buried in endles 
 
 night. 
 
 30. 
 See, Lord, ah ! see Thy rancorous enemies 
 
 1 As in ' glass ' vials and bottles. Gr. 
 
APOLLYONISTS. 1 fi'j 
 
 Blowne up with envious spight, but more with 
 
 hate, 
 Like boisterous windcs, and seas high- working, rise : 
 So earthly fires, wrapt up in watry night, 
 With dire approach invade the glistring skies. 
 And bid the sunne put out his sparkling light ; 
 See Lord, unles Thy right hand even steares, 
 Oh ! if Thou anchour not these threatning feares, 
 Thy Ark will sayle as deepe in blood, as now in 
 teares. 
 
 81. 
 
 That cursed Beast — which with thy princely homes 
 With all Thy stiles and high prerogatives, 
 His carrion cor's 1 and serpent's head adornes — 
 His croaking frogges to every quarter drives : 
 See how the key of that deep pit he tournes. 
 And cluck's 2 his Locusts from their smoky hives : 
 
 See how they rise, and with their numerous 
 swannes 
 
 Filling the world with frogges and fierce alannes, 
 Bury the Earth with bloodies corps, and bloody 
 
 1 Contraction for ■ corps ' or ' corpse '. G. 
 
 2 The call of the hen to her chickens. G. 
 
170 AroTJ.YONTSTS. 
 
 32. 
 
 The bastard sonne of that old Dragon — red 
 With blood of saints — and all his petty States : 
 That triple monster, Geryon, 1 who bred 
 Nurs't, flesht in blood, Thy servants deadly hates, 
 And that seduced Prince who hath his head, 
 Eyes, eares and tongue all in the Iesuite pates ; 
 All these and hundred kings, and nations, drunk 
 With whorish cup of that dire witch and punk, 3 
 Have sworne to see Thy Church in death for ever 
 sunk. 
 
 33. 
 
 Now from those Hel-hounds turne Thy glorious 
 
 eyes; 
 See, see Thy fainting Spouse swimmc, sinke in 
 
 teares : 
 Heare Lord ! oh ! heare her grones and shrieking 
 
 cries : 
 Those eyes long wait for Thee : Lord to thine eares 
 She brings heart, lips, a turtle sacrifice. 
 Thy cursed foe that pro-Christ trophies reares : 
 
 1 A fabulous king of Hesperia, having three heads. 
 Apollod. ii. 5 § 10. G. 
 
 2 Prostitute. G. 
 
APOLLYONISTS. 171 
 
 How long — just Lord — how long wilt thou 
 
 delay 
 That drunken whore with blood and fire to pay? 
 Thy saints, Thy truth, Thy name's blasphemed : 
 how canst Thou stay ? 
 
 34. 
 
 Oh ! is not this the time, when mounted high 
 Vpon Thy Pegasus of heavenly breed, 
 With bloody armes, white armies, flaming eye, 
 Thou vow'st in blood to swimme Thy snowy steed; 
 And staine Thy bridle with a purple dye ? 1 
 This, this Thy time : come then, oh ! come with 
 speed, 
 Such as Thy Israel saw thee, when the maine 
 Pil'd up his waves on heapes : the liquid plaine 
 Ran up, and with his hill safe wall'd that wan- 
 dring traine. 
 
 35. 
 
 Such as we saw Thee late, when Spanish braves 
 — Preventing 2 fight with printed victorie — 
 Full fraught with brands, whips, gyves for English 
 slaves, 3 
 
 1 Revel, xix., 11-14, and xiv., 20. F. 
 
 2 An+icipation. G. 
 
 3 That is, Englishmen intended to he made 'slaves.' Gr, 
 
1 72 APOLLYONISTS. 
 
 Blest by their lord God Pope, Thine eiiemie, 
 Turn'd seas to woods ; Thou arm'd with hies, 
 
 winds, waves, 
 Fronnd'st on their pride : they feare, they faint, 
 
 they fly : 
 Some sink in drinking seas or drunken sand, 
 Some yeeld, some dash on rocks : the Spanish 
 
 Grand 1 
 Banquets the fish in seas, or foules and dogs on 
 
 land. 2 
 
 30. 
 
 Oh ! when wilt Thou unlock the seeled eyes 
 
 Of those ten homes, and kings, which with the 
 
 Beast 
 — Yet by Thy hand — 'gan first to swell and rise ? 
 How long shall they — charm' d with her drunken 
 
 feast — 
 Give her their crownes ? Bewitch't with painted 
 
 lies, 
 They dreanie Thy spirit breathes from her sug'red 
 
 breast 
 Thy sun bumes with her eye -reflected beames, 
 
 1 Grandee, as before. G. 
 
 2 Armada of 1588. G. 
 
APOLLYONISTS. 173 
 
 From her life, light, all grace and glory streames. 
 Wake these enchaunted sleepes, shake out these 
 hellish dreames. 
 
 37. 
 
 "Wake lesser Gods, you sacred deputies 
 Of Heaven's king, awake : see, see the light 
 Bares that foule Whore, dispells her sorceries, 
 Blanch' t skin, dead lippes, sowre hreath, splay 
 
 foot, owl-sight. 1 
 Ah ! can you dote on such deformities ? 
 While you will serve in ci'ownes, and beg your 
 
 right, 
 Pray, give, fill up her never-fill'd desire, 
 You her white sonnes : else knives, dags 2 , death 
 
 your hire. 
 Scoine this base yoke : strip, eat, and burne her 
 
 flesh in fire. 3 
 
 1 Cf. Sir William Leighton in his ' Vertue Trivm- 
 phant ' (1603) - of which more in our Introductory Note 
 to The Purple Island — as follows : — 
 
 ' Thus hath my lowly and submissive muse 
 With her dimme osprey eyes dar'd to beholde 
 The sunne of maiestie ' : (st. 220.) 
 
 2 Pistols, as before. G. 
 
 3 Eevel. xvn., 12—13, 16. F. 
 
1 74 APOLLYONISTS. 
 
 38. 
 
 But thou, greate Prince, in whose successefull 
 
 raigne, 
 The Britancs 'gin renue their martiall fame, 
 Our soveraigne Lord, our joy more soveraigne, 
 Our onely Charles 1 under whose ominous name 
 Rome wounded first, still pines in ling' ring paine ; 
 Thou who hast seen, and loath'd Rome's whorish 
 
 shame, 
 Rouse those brave sparkes which in thy bosome 
 
 swell, 
 Cast downe this second Lucifer to Hell : 
 So shalt thou all thy sires, so shalt thy selfe excell. 
 
 39. 
 
 'Tis not in vaine, that Christ hath girt thy head 
 
 With, three fayre, peaceful! crownes ; 'tis not in 
 vaine, 
 
 That in thy realmes such spirits are dayly bred, 
 
 Which thirst, and long to tug with Rome and 
 
 Spain e : 
 
 The royall sire to kings this lecture red ; 
 
 This, this deserv'd his pen, and learned veine : 
 
 1 Charles I ? 'ominous' so-far held of James (Jacobus 
 Jacob) but how to Charles. G. 
 
APOLLYONISTS. 175 
 
 Here noble Charles, enter thy chevalrie : 
 The eagle scornes at lesser game to flie : 
 Onely this Warre's a match worthy thy realmes 
 and thee. 
 
 40. 
 
 Ah ! happy man that lives to see that day ! 
 
 Ah ! happy man, who in that warre shall bleed ! 
 
 Happy who beares the standard in that fray ! 
 
 Happy who quells that rising Babel seed ! 
 
 Thrice happy who that Wljpre shall doubly pay ; 
 
 This — royal Charles — this be thy happy meed. 
 Mayst thou that triple diademe trample downe, 
 Thus shall thy name in Earth and Heaven 
 renowne, 
 
 And add to these three here, there a thrice triple 
 crowne. 
 
3lpp*itbix. 
 
 NOTE A, VOL. L, PAGE CCCVI. 
 
 Sterling's translation from the ' Loeustce. ' 
 
 I take this spirited if somewhat paraphrastic translation 
 from the following Volume : " Miscellaneous Poems, 
 Original and Translated by several hands, via., Dean 
 Swift, Mr. Parnel, Dr. Delany, Mr. Brown, Mr. Ward, 
 Mr. Sterling, Mr. Concawen and others. Published by 
 Mr. Concawen. 1724. " 
 
 " Expanded now the Stygian portal lay, 
 And wid'ning gates the gloomy courts display ; 
 Th' infernal monarch, thro' the black abodes, 
 Summon'd his curs' d Divan of dreary gods : 
 The dusky host to horrid counsel fly, 
 And wing incumbent on the burden' d sky : 
 All, justly rang'd, yell'd for the dire debate, 
 And the dome shook beneath th' unhallowed weight, 
 Kaised on his throne, exalted o'er the rest, 
 Th'mperial Fiend th' assembled fiends address 'd: 
 Ye outcast wretched crew, abhorr'd of Heav'n, 
 And hither by vindictive thunders drrv'n, 
 Are thus, still thus, inglorious dastard herd, 
 L 
 
178 
 
 The great behests of Lucifer rever'd ? 
 
 By Hell your vengeance sleeps, supine you lie, 
 
 Nor dare conspire 'gainst yon' forbidden Sky : 
 
 See how above they smile in halcyon peace, 
 
 Polemick wars, and pulpit tumults cease : 
 
 See where abash'd pale Superstition flies, 
 
 And Error, chac'd thro' all its mazas, dies ; 
 
 Their idle rage, the baffled Furies mourn, 
 
 And all our Envoys, with disgrace, return : 
 
 Each missionary-Da3mon loud complains, 
 
 And fell Erynnis shakes her useless chains ; 
 
 Uproar triumphant, fills the States below, 
 
 And swells the Horrors of infernal woe : 
 
 Machining Hell can't fix one Nation's doom, 
 
 Nor Spain's Armadas, with the wiles of Rome : 
 
 Truth and Religion ! how the Monsters rise ! 
 
 Advance on Earth, and gain upon the Skies ! 
 
 Confirm'd by blood, the Reformation stands, 
 
 And spreads its poyson to remotest Lands ; 
 
 Fresh proselytes the hostile preachers gain, 
 
 And, by example, all they get maintain ; 
 
 Thro' those rude climes, where Gospel-Light ne'er shone 
 
 "Where I, the Prince of Darkness, fix'd my Throne 
 
 Now waVd aloft, the Christian banners soar, 
 
 And the New World the martyr'd God adore : 
 
 Uncircumscrib'd they urge their boundless way, 
 
 And next e'en Hell their doctrine must obey : 
 
 Perhaps e'en now our confines it invades, 
 
 And would include the Empire of the Shades : 
 
 Yes, we are envy'd one sad only stake, 
 The liquid sulphur of the Burning Lake ; 
 
APPENDIX. 179 
 
 New hells must be explor'd (one kingdom lost) 
 And new Cocytus, and Tartarean coast. 
 
 Can you, degenerate souls, inactive lie, 
 
 you, who have shook. the empire of the sky? 
 
 Can you, who grasped at Heaven, and greatly fell 
 
 From slaves above, to rbign supreme in Hell ? 
 
 Who fac'd the thunderin a burning show'r, 
 
 And fought intrepid 'gainst the Almighty pow'r; 
 
 Can you, thus lame, behold your abject fate, 
 
 Nor prop the ruins of our falling State ? 
 
 Exalted spirits, unconcern' d behold 
 
 Their pow'r by man, by earth-born man control' d. 
 
 iEtherial beings own a mortal sway, 
 
 Aw'd by an emmet of material clay ? 
 
 But you, perhaps, forget your ancient feud, 
 
 And, pious slaves, degen'rate into good ! 
 
 Best seek those honours you enjoy'd before, 
 
 Suppliant with pray'rs, the Thunderer adore : 
 
 Perhaps you'll shine with cherubims again, 
 
 And Heav'n relenting, break the eternal chain ; 
 
 Once more with flaming ministers enroll' d, 
 
 The effulgence of Divinity behold. 
 
 But could Repentance deprecate my crime, 
 
 Or were my tortures limited by time ; 
 
 And tho' by base submission it were giv'n, 
 
 Once more to gain yon' abdicated Heav'n ; 
 
 Rather than fawn, or sinke so meanly low, 
 
 I'll howl amidst infinity of woe. 
 
 Once more to gain yon' abdicated heav'n ; 
 
 That easy God I'd scorn, whom now I hate, 
 
 If He had punish' d with a milder fate : 
 
180 APPENDIX. 
 
 Foe. ton' bright throne did my revolt begin, 
 And less than Hell's unworthy of the sin: 
 Victorious yet — in my unconquer'd will, 
 Were pow'r but mine, I would defy Him still, 
 Confound yon' envy'd heaven with vast alarms, 
 And rouze contending Seraphims to arms, 
 Once more with brave confed'rate demons rise, 
 And grafple with the Tyrant of the skles. 
 
 If yet your thoughts with gerirous Vengeance glow, 
 By Shame reproach' d to fear so weak a foe ; 
 If yet with noble indignation fir' d, 
 Anxious for Hdl, with burning rage inspir'd ; 
 Awake, arise, be glorious mischiefs hurl'd; 
 And multiply damnation thro' the world. 
 Lo ! I conjure yon by yon 'boiling flood, 
 By those great Potc'rs inflexible to good, 
 By conqu'ring Seav'n, by your immortal Hate, 
 Behold with pity our declining State ; 
 Turgid with ills, let your resentment rise, 
 And scatter hell-born plagues thro' earth and skies ; 
 Vengeance shall urge your bolder souls to dare, 
 Or stratagem assist clandestine War. 
 Look round, behold one solitary reign, 
 A nook scarce peopled thro' yon' spacious plain ; 
 Think how we must, if thus our tribute cease, 
 We must, if thus the subject-damn' d decrease, 
 Still unrevenged in living burnings dwell, 
 Or, ichat galls more, alone, in vacant Hell. 
 .' were your souls, like mine, unconquer'd still, 
 You'd rise in hate, and persevere in ill : 
 Yes, I've a mind with godlike strength endu'd, 
 
APPENDIX. 181 
 
 Not quelbd by Danger, nor by Pain subdu'd ; 
 
 And sball I now, Ob sbame ! bebold you yield 
 
 Meek, and resign tbe long contended field ? 
 
 It looks as Hell, barren of wiles was grown, 
 
 And wanted miscbiefs to support our Tbrone : 
 
 Ev'n simple Indians sball disdain our yoke, 
 
 Nor more with buman blood our altars smoak ; 
 
 Not tbus you shrunk, when in my cause engag'd, 
 
 Tho' all tbe thunders of the Almighty rag'd ; 
 
 Tho' press'd with guilt, you charg'd with impious might 
 
 And with archangels joined unequal fight. 
 
 Yes, Lucifer, thy ev'ry subject boasts 
 
 He fought the armies of the Lord of Hosts. 
 
 In vain — since all to man's presumptuous sway, 
 
 What once to Heav'n they scorn' d, submission pay — 
 
 Could we bebold the seeds of matter jarr, 
 
 And the world feel an elemental war ! 
 
 Could we once hope an all-destroying fire 
 
 Could being in a gen'ral blaze expire ! 
 
 "Would motion stagnate ! or the potent flame 
 
 Convert into itself this mighty Frame ! 
 
 Then patient might we wait tbe ruin'd all, 
 
 And we and Pain extinct, with Nature fall ! 
 
 T'were mean, Revenge so short-hVdto attend, 
 
 If we and entity so soon should end : 
 
 He, the great King, all-t6eming Nature's God, 
 
 Serene, secure, omnipotently proud , 
 
 The spring of being, the Creation's soul, 
 
 That works yon' vast machine, and moves the whole : 
 
 That awful Pow'r Who rules the starry way 
 
 Whom circling orbs of floating light obey, 
 
182 APPENDIX. 
 
 Shines forth enthron'd, where lambent glories stream, 
 And shouting angels hail the King supreme. 
 He, 'hove all danger, self-subsistent reigns, 
 And in Himself the sway of worlds maintains ; 
 Him, him, alass ! too fatally we found, 
 No darts could reach, nor leaguing devils wound : 
 But yet in man, in man. Sis darling care, 
 Yes, ire shall find Him vulnerable tin re ; 
 glorious thought ! thither your vengeance turn, 
 And let a God, in human suff 'rings, mourn ; 
 J laste, while you may, while Fate is in your pow'r, 
 To arms, to arms, and snatch the smiling hour ; 
 For soon shall the detested period come, 
 The World's catastrophe, and Nature's doom, 
 When all our foes shall cast their crust of clay 
 To bask in regions of eternal Day ; 
 Flush 'd with immortal bloom and young delight, 
 To shine all glorify' d in seas of light ; 
 To reap those crowns unfading joys attend, 
 Joys without bound, and raptures without end ; 
 While we accurst, in regions of despair, 
 
 MUST DIREFUL ROUNDS OF CIRCLING TORMENTS BEAR ; 
 
 Still last for Hell, immortalized for pain, 
 
 And bound in darkness, drag the Saviour s chain : 
 
 Here the rack'd soul for ever shall deplore 
 
 Forbidden Death, and groan to be no more ; 
 
 In blew est flames of molten oceans tost, 
 
 Where Life and Death have all distinction lost, 
 
 Continued Plagues alternate Fate supply, 
 
 Dying, alass ! we live, and living, dye : 
 
 Back on themselves revolving years shall run, 
 
APPENDIX. 183 
 
 And start to see again their course begun ; 
 
 Ten thousand ages past, the restless mind 
 
 Still sees Eternity's dark gulph behind. 
 
 (Time, in a chaos of duration drown'd 
 
 Like undetermin'd space, admits no bound) 
 
 What tho' each grain that paves the pebbled shore, 
 
 Tho' ev'ry twinkling star be number' d oe'r ; 
 
 Still shall the vain, the length'ning labour last, 
 
 Nor the great Future lessen by the Past— 
 
 Lo ! now we plunge in flames, thro' fires we rove, 
 
 The sad vicissitude of tortures prove ; 
 
 And wing'd with rage, thro' Hell's unnumber'd store, 
 
 The baleful magazines of Pain explore : 
 
 In vain — hard fate preserves this hated breath, 
 
 And locks each friendly avenue to death ; 
 
 God cannot cease, nor HeaVn, absurdly kind. 
 
 Destroy the essence of th' eternal mind ; 
 
 Too long, Hell, in bootless wiles you toil'd, 
 
 Your sons discourag'd and your patriots foil'd ; 
 
 Arts ineffectual, and abortive schemes, 
 
 Shew now we'er fool'd in search of golden dreames : 
 
 Vengeance remote, on airy pinions flew, 
 
 We lag behind, or empty shades pursue : 
 
 The paths jou'd shun, by adverse fate, you trod, 
 
 And acted still subordinate to God — 
 
 No more the fat-swoln monk must be employ'd, 
 
 Too long we've been with holy garbage cloy'd ; 
 
 Supremely wicked, in the cloyster bold, 
 
 Firm to our cause in will, in action cold. 
 
 When o'er the world triumphant darkness spread, 
 
 And Superstition rais'd its sickly head ; 
 
184 APPENDIX. 
 
 When sainted cut-throats were invok'd by pray'r, 
 
 And thickest Night involv'd the lazy air ; 
 
 In private cells, when banish'd Learning groan' d 
 
 And fryars acted what the Goths disown'd ; 
 
 When slavish minds, with holy fetters bound, 
 
 In mists of grossest ignorance were drown'd : 
 
 Our dictates then such tools might well dispense 
 
 "Where easy Faith prevailed 'er certain Sense ; 
 
 Then juggling priestcraft gull'd the slavish crowd, 
 
 And to more gods than Egypt knew, they bow'd : 
 
 Their pardons, relicks, dispensations sold, 
 
 Learn'd but in cheats, they barter' d Heav'n for gold : 
 
 By me inspir'd, their Press with legends groan' d, 
 
 And licens'd Lyes, for pious frauds, were own'd ; 
 
 Then pompous Superstition curs' d the Land, 
 
 And Heav'n was worship' d but at second-hand : 
 
 But all too gross for this politer age ; 
 
 With such our honour must no more engage : 
 
 Their coarse-spun plots best speak the bungling sect, 
 
 TV7w always butcher when they should dissect. 
 
 The world now disabus'd, a dawning ray 
 
 Expels the vapour, and reflects the day : 
 
 The Jesuits must alone our councils share, 
 
 Earth s inmate fiends, our great viceregents there : 
 
 No tribe and patron better can agree, 
 
 Than Jesuits, match'd, Lucifer ! with thee ; 
 
 Patient,determined, diligent in ill, 
 
 Bold to attempt, and stedfast to fulfil ; 
 
 They trace events to their remotest springs, 
 
 And penetrate the cabinet of kings ; 
 
 Where'er they probe, th' unguarded minute find, 
 
185 
 
 Nor fail t'unlock the subtle statesman s mind. 
 
 Wou'd you set Nature in a blaze — command — 
 
 And see at once they toss the kindling brand ; 
 
 Aw'd by no danger, by no fear possest, 
 
 Not racks extort the secret from their breast ; 
 
 Learning's deep maze through eVry branch they scan, 
 
 Mature in books and exercised in man : 
 
 Fertile in fraud, on mischief they refine, 
 
 A kingdom's fall swells in each vast design ; 
 
 To act before temptation , they proceed 
 
 And Hell is but spectator of the deed : 
 
 Lo ! there a holy ruffian stands prepar'd, 
 
 And dauntless, stabs a monarch 'midst his guard ; 
 
 While here an emperor in anguish groans, 
 
 (Ev' n Hell all share of the damn'd fact disowns) * 
 
 See at the altar, writh'd in pain, he lies ; 
 
 He kneels, devours his poyson'd God, and dies. 
 
 Be such, your mighty ministers, employ'd, 
 
 Nor Satan's kingdom shall be yet destroy* d ; 
 
 By those we yet may shake the Tyrant's throne, 
 
 At least confirm the subject Earth our own ; 
 
 The glorious scene with ills important fraught, 
 
 Dawns on my mind, and opens to my thought. 
 
 Now if your animated courage dare 
 
 Tempt the known dangers of invasive war, 
 
 Soon your try'd Chief shall shine in arms again, 
 
 And rushing legions crowd the ethereal plain : 
 
 But if with horror that rash thought confowids, 
 
 And recent still you feel the fiery wounds, 
 
 Let each alternate speak, and each impart 
 
 The well-weighed dictates of a patriot heart ; 
 
186 
 
 "Wiles unexplored before, revenge most fell, 
 
 Pregnant with terrors, and mature for Hell. 
 
 If by our crime their punishment we rate, 
 
 Afflicting Hell appears too mild a fate ; 
 
 And 'tis some ease, amidst the dreadfull fall, 
 
 To think we bravely hare desero'd it all: 
 
 Already, Stygian chiefs, you know the worst, 
 
 Nor can be more superlatively curs' d : 
 
 Nought you've to lose, but may with noble pride 
 
 Erect your thrones on earth since heav'ns denied ; 
 
 Once more see Vice advance her hydrahead 
 
 And thro' the poles your wide dominion spread. 
 
 He spoke, and strait a rising murmur ran, 
 
 Spread o're the dome, and filled the black divan ; 
 
 M«rmurs, and half-choak'd words were heard around, 
 
 Accents confus'd, and a discordant sound. " 
 
 NOTE B, VOL. 1., PAGE CCCXV. 
 
 ' Satan ' in Psyche. 
 
 The ' Psyche ' of Dr. Joseph Beaumont, originally pub- 
 lished by himself in 1648 (folio) was posthumously re- 
 published by his son in 1702 (folio) very much enlarged. 
 It won the admiration of Pope, who has interwoven in his 
 own Abelard and Eloisa some of the passionate lines and 
 epithets and turns of the earlier cantos. I have done 
 what I suspect few now living have — read the whole 
 carefully. I have been struck with the singular inequalities 
 
APPENDIX. 187 
 
 of this extraordinary Poem. There are stanzas on stanzas 
 that are prosaic in the extreme : but just as you are about 
 to give up in despair, you are arrested by some powerful 
 Impersonation or burst of pure melody as of a Nightin- 
 gale out of its thorn-thicket. His ' Satan ' is boldly 
 and grandly conceived and sustained : and the under- 
 demons. It is very palpable that he had studied The 
 Locustje and The Apolltonists and Crashaw's Sospetto 
 d'Herode. Mllton must have also in turn read ' Psyche.' 
 I have gleaned the main working out of his ' Satan ' : 
 scattered up and down besides, are many vivid and 
 memory -haunting lines. The quotations follow in order : 
 
 " Substantial Shades, made up of solid hate ; 
 Born in the Deep, which knows no bottom, yet 
 Vent' ring to block up Heaven's sublimest gate : 
 Whilst Belzebub in blackness damn'd to dwell, 
 Plots to have all things else as dark as Hell. 
 
 For he, the immortal prince of equal spight, 
 
 Abhors all love in every name and kind ; 
 
 But chiefly that which bums with flames as bright 
 
 As his are swarthy, and as endless find 
 Their living fuel : These enrage him so, 
 That all Hell's Furies must to council go. 
 
 For (as the wounded lyon frights his den 
 By roaring out his grief ;) his shatter 5 d heart 
 Vomits a hideous groan, which thuadring in 
 His hollow realm, bellow' d to every part 
 The frightful summons : all the Peers below 
 Their King's voice by its sovereign stink did know. 
 
LOO APPENDIX. 
 
 Nor dar'd they stay their tails vast volumes to 
 
 Abridge into a knot's epitome ; 
 
 Or trim their hoofs' foul cleft with iron shoe, 
 
 Or their snarl' d snakes confusion unty : 
 Only their paws they fill with rage, and hring 
 That desperate subsidy to their mad King. 
 
 Hell's Court is huilt deep in a gloomy vale, 
 High wall'd with strong Damnation, moated round 
 "With flaming Brimstone : full against the Hall 
 Roars a burnt bridge of brass : the yards abound 
 "With all in venom' d herbs and trees, more rank 
 And fruitless than on Asphaltite's bank. 
 
 The Gate, where Fire and Smoke the Porters be, 
 
 Stand always ope with gaping greedy jaws. 
 
 Hither flock'd all the States of misery ; 
 
 As younger snakes, when their old serpent draws 
 Them by a summoning hiss, hast down her throat 
 Of patent poison their aw'd selves to shoot. 
 
 The Hall was roof d with everlasting Pride, 
 Deep paved with Despair, cheker'd with Spight, 
 And hanged round with Torments far and wide : 
 The front display'd a goodly-dreadful sight, 
 Great Satan's arms stamp'd on an iron shield, 
 A crown'd Dragon Gules in sable field. 
 
 There on's immortal throne of Death they see 
 Their mounted Lord ; whose left hand proudly held 
 His Globe, (for all the world he claims to be 
 His proper realm,) whose bloody right did weild 
 His mace, on which ten thousand serpents knit, 
 With restless madness gnawed themselves, and it. 
 
APPENDIX. 189 
 
 His insolent feet all other footstools scorn'd 
 But what compleatest scorn to them suggested ; 
 This was a Cross ; yet not erect, hut turn'd 
 Peevishly down. The robe which him invested 
 In proud embroidery shew'd that envious feat 
 By which of Paradise he Man did cheat. 
 
 His Diadem was neither brass nor rust, 
 
 But monstrous metal of them both begot ; 
 
 With millions of vilest stones imbost, 
 
 Yet precious unto him, since he by that 
 Artillery his fatal batteries had 
 On heav'n-beloved Martyrs bodies made. 
 
 His awful horns above his crown did rise, 
 
 And force his fiends to shrink in theirs : his face 
 
 Was triply-plated Impudence : his eyes 
 
 Were Hell reflected in a double glass, 
 
 Two comets staring in their bloody stream, 
 Two beacons boyling in their pitch and flame. 
 
 His mouth in breadth vy'd with his palace gate, 
 And conquer' d it in soot : his tawny teeth 
 Were ragged grown by endless gnashing at 
 The dismall riddle of his living death : 
 
 His grizzly beard a sing'd confession made 
 What fiery breath through his black lips did trade. 
 
 Which as he op'd, the center, on whose back 
 
 His chair of ever-fretting pain was set, 
 
 Frighted beside itself began to quake : 
 
 Throughout all Hell the barking Hydras shut 
 Their awed mouths : the silent peerg in fear 
 Hung down their tails, and on their Lord did stare' 
 
190 APPENDIX. 
 
 Three times he shaked his horns : three times his mace 
 He brandish' d towards Heav'n ; three times he spewd 
 Fell sulphur upward : which when on his face 
 It soused back, foul Blasphemy ensu'd, 
 
 So big, so loud , that his huge mouth was split 
 To make full passage to his rage, and it. 
 
 I yield not yet ; Defiance Heav'n, said he, 
 And though I cannot reach thee with my fire, 
 Yet my unconquer'd brain shall able be 
 To grapple with thee ; nor canst thou be higher 
 
 Than my brave spight : Know, though below I dwell 
 Heav'n has no stouter hearts than strut in Hell. 
 
 For all Thy vaunting promise to the seed 
 Of dust-begotten Man, my head is here 
 Unbroken still : when Thy proud foot did tread 
 Me down from my own spheres, my forehead there 
 Both met and scorn'd the blow : and Thou at first 
 (Whate'r thou talk'st to Man) didst do Thy worst. 
 
 Courage my Lords : ye are the same who once 
 Ventur'd on that renown' d design with me 
 Against the Tyrant call'd Heav'n's righteous Prince. 
 What though chance stole from us that victory ? 
 'Twas the first field we fought ; and He being in 
 His own dominion, might more easily win. 
 
 How oft have we met Him mid- way since then, 
 And in th' indifferent world not vainly fought ! 
 Forc'd we Him not to yield all mortal men 
 At once, but simple eight ? though He'd be thought 
 Then to have shown His pow'r, when He was fain 
 Basely to drown what He could not maintain. 
 
APPENDIX. 191 
 
 Poor shift ! yet make the best on't, still the odds 
 Is ours ; and that our yelling captives feel : 
 Ours is a fiery deluge hut their Gods' 
 A watery flood : His scarce had strength to swell 
 
 For some vain months ; ours scorns the hounds of 
 age, 
 
 And foams and hoils with everlasting rage. 
 
 And let it hoil, whilst to the endless shame 
 Of our high-hragging Foe, those pris'ners there 
 With helpless roars our victory proclaim : 
 What nobler trophies could we wish to rear ! 
 Are they not men of the same flesh and blood 
 With that frail Christ, Who needs would seem a God? 
 
 A pretty God, whom I, sole I, of late 
 Caus'd to be fairly hang'd. "lis true He came 
 By stealth, and help'd by sly Night, forc'd Hell's gate: 
 But snatch'd He any captive hence, that Fame 
 Might speak Him valiant ? No, He knew too well 
 That I was king, and you the peers of Hell. 
 
 Yet to patch up his tatter'd credit, He 
 
 Sneak' d through that gulf to barbarous Abraham's den, 
 
 Who for his ready inhumanity 
 
 Was dubb'd the father of all faithful men. 
 
 Less, less my Pilate, was thy crime ; yet thou 
 (0 righteous Heav'n !) now yellest here below. 
 
 His willing prizes thence he won; (but how 
 Forlorn a rout, let Lazarus witness he, 
 Who the late pity of vile dogs, was now 
 
192 
 
 A special saint :) and this vain victory 
 
 Homeward he hore, with banner proudly spread. 
 As if with his own blood t'had not been red. 
 
 Me thinks I could permit Him to possess 
 
 That pilfer' d honor, did He now forbear 
 
 My subjects from their loyalty to press, 
 
 And lure poor cheated men His yoke to wear, 
 But by my wrath I swear I'll make Him know 
 That I of earth and air am sovereign too. 
 
 "Well beat, my immortal indignation ! 
 Thou nobly swel'st my belking soul : and I 
 Success's omen feel. Brave Desperation 
 Doth sneaking Fear's objections defy : 
 
 Shall we be tamely damn'd and new ones bear, 
 
 Because our wrongs unrevenged are ? 
 
 Was't not enough, against the righteous law 
 
 Of Primogeniture, to throw us down 
 
 From that bright home, which all the world do's know 
 
 Was by most clear inheritance our cwn : 
 
 But, to our shame, Man, that vile worm must dwell 
 In our fair orbs, and Heaven with vermin fill ? 
 
 What tricks, charms, promises, and mystic arts, 
 
 What blandishmeuts of fained fawning things, 
 
 He musters up to woo these silly hearts ! 
 
 Doubtle* God-like into the field He brings 
 This juggling strength of His artillery : 
 Tet, who, forsooth, the tempters are, but we ?•' 
 [c. i. stanza 6th from line 2nd to stanza 32nd.] 
 
APPENDIX. 193 
 
 Further : 
 
 " Stand feind, said He ; thy punishment shall he 
 Upon this scene of thine own treachery. 
 
 Fair hideous Sir, how has your wretched spight 
 Tore from your memory that deep -writ blow 
 By which mine and my heavenly hrethrens might 
 You and your fellow-feinds to Hell did throw ? 
 
 Did that fall hruise your heart so little, that 
 
 It, and our victory you have forgot ? 
 
 But grant your spight (which as immortal is 
 
 As your too-lasting essence) triumphs o'r- 
 
 Your mightiest pangs ; grant that your stubborness 
 
 Made you delight to earn still more and more 
 
 Extremities of vengeance, and forget 
 
 That bottomless already was your pit. 
 
 Was't not enough that in your burning home 
 Hot blasphemies you day by day did spit 
 At Heaven and God : but you to Earth must come 
 And ail your trains of sly delusions set 
 
 To ravish His own Spouse, for whose dear sake 
 I here his lieger lie the match to make ? 
 
 Poor harmless Psyche, how did she offend ! 
 Did she incroach on your black realms below ? 
 Did she e'r envy Hell to any feind, 
 Or strive to snatch damnation from you ? 
 
 Sure you have injur'd her, and Phylax too ; 
 
 For she's my charge, and you shall find it so. 
 M 
 
194 APPENDIX. 
 
 With that, he from his angry bosome drew 
 A golden Banner, in whose stately lap 
 His Lord's Almighty Name wide open flew. 
 Of Hell-appalling Majesty made up : 
 
 The feind no sooner Jesus there did read. 
 
 But guilt pull'd down his eyes, and fear his head. 
 
 For as the lightning darts on mortal sight 
 Dazling confusion : so this brighter Name 
 Flash' d in the Fury's face with killing fright. 
 Strait Phylax hal'd him pale with dread and shame 
 To that inchanted Tree whose conscious shade 
 Roof'd the green stage where he the Lover play'd.'' 
 [c. ii., st. 117—123.] 
 
 Again : 
 
 " Thou know'st time was when I and thou, did make 
 A brave adventure in the face of Heav'n, 
 When at our courage all the spheres did quake, 
 And God was to His utmost thunder driven ; 
 His throne stood trembling at our rival power, 
 And had our foot not slipp'd, all had been our. 
 
 But that mishap's too sleight and weak to break 
 The strength of our immortal pride ; forbid 
 It all my Hell, that Belzebub should make 
 Truce with that Tyrant who disinherited 
 Him of his starry kingdom : no ; I may 
 Perchance be beaten, but will ne'r obey. 
 
 I am resolv'd to find Him work as long 
 As He, and His eternity can last ; 
 
APPENDIX. 195 
 
 My spirit never must forget that wrong 
 Which mo into His hateful dungeon cast : 
 Nor need 1 feir Him now, since I can be 
 But still in Hell, should He still conquer me. 
 
 Full well I know His spight : had any place 
 Been worse than this, He would have damn'd us thither : 
 Yet he, forsooth, must be the God of grace, 
 Of pity, and of tenderness the Father: 
 And silly men believe Him too ; but we 
 More wit have bought than so befool'd to be. 
 
 For be He what He will to men ; to us 
 He is the sworn and everlasting foe, 
 And is't not just, He who maligns us thus, 
 Should find that devils are immortal too ? 
 
 I would not wrong Him ; yet mine own must I 
 
 Not clip, to save intire His majesty. 
 
 My noble will He never yet subdued, 
 And I am now too old to learn to bow : 
 Upon my youth His utmost strength He shewed, 
 Yet tender though I was, Himself doth know 
 Ev'n then I yielded not : and shall this fist 
 Now brawny grown, the Tyrant not resist. 
 
 It must and shall : my confidence beats high ; 
 
 For now on evener ground our fight shall be. 
 
 He from steep slippery heav'n is come ; and my 
 
 Footing on earth as sure as His will be. 
 Besides, should we miscarry, we are there 
 Nearer our Hell, and no deep fall can fear." 
 
 [c. xi., st. 144—150.] 
 
196 APPENDIX, 
 
 Once more : 
 
 '•.... Belzebub, who us'd to have his place 
 In all their councels, tardy came that day , 
 His new received wound, and deep disgrace 
 tJpon his vanquish'd heart with terror lay ; 
 Yet loth he was the Highpriest's malice in 
 His own dear trade of spight should him outran. 
 
 He rais'd his head, and wiped off the gore, 
 Three times he sighed, and three times he shook 
 His broken head and horns ; and then he swore 
 By his own might and realm, that though the stroke 
 Took him at unawares, yet Jesus had 
 Howe'r He brav'd it out, no conquest made. 
 
 And, had He been, said he, a generous fo, 
 He would have pitch' d the day, and pitch' d the field; 
 With trumpets sound He would have marched to 
 The fight, and not His sly design conceal'd : 
 
 He would have challeng'd Heav'n and Earth to be 
 " Spectators of His noble chevalry. 
 
 But lying to His fellow-thief, that He 
 Would meet Him strait in Paradise ; by night 
 He hither stole, and by base burglary 
 Broke ope my doors : though we with open might 
 In our brave battle give Him fairer play, 
 Advancing in the face of Heav'n and day. 
 
 'Twas at the best but a surprise, and He 
 Can only brag He found me too secure: 
 
197 
 
 A fault, I grant, but such a fault, as ye 
 
 Can spy in none but those' whose hearts assure 
 
 Them that their strength transcends the orb of fears. 
 
 Let me but know't, and come He when He dares." 
 [c. xv. st. 174—178.] 
 
 Again : 
 
 " As when the lyon's loos'd to tear his prey, 
 With furious joy he shakes his dreadful crest, 
 He mounts his surly tail, and rends his way 
 Into the theatre : so Satan prest 
 
 Back through the spheres, and thought his shame 
 was cheap 
 
 He suffer'd there, since he his end did reap. 
 
 For his mad spight's irrefragable pride 
 Would not permit him mannerly to part : 
 He neither bow'd nor bent, nor signify'd 
 The least of thanks for gaining what his heart 
 Did most desire ; but thought he needed not 
 Take other leave, who leave to rage had got. 
 
 As down through Heaven he rush'd, he proudly threw 
 Scorn on the stars which he could not possess ; 
 Then through the air imperiously he flew, 
 And by his looks proclaim'd that realm was his ; 
 The blackest clouds that floated there made hasta 
 To clear the way, till blacker He were past. 
 
 His swarthy wings lash'd that soft element 
 With violent speed, and made it roar aloud : 
 
198 APPENDIX. 
 
 No wind did ever with such furious bent 
 Or hideous noise, through those mild regions croud ; 
 No holt of thunder ever rent its path 
 "With such precipitant tumultuous wrath." 
 
 [c. xxii. st. 55 — 58.] 
 
 Finally : 
 
 " When Satan for his late repulse could find 
 No comfort in his spightful tyranny 
 Over his damned slaves ; his frightful mind 
 Boil'd with such hot impatience, that he 
 Into the Air's cool region again 
 Flung up himself with terrible disdain. 
 
 Arrived at the everlasting gate, 
 Into th' imperial palace of their king, 
 The well known Angels in triumphant state 
 Their entrance made : hut Satan's foreign wing 
 Shiver'd for fear ; so did the vizard he 
 Had clapt upon his guilt's deformity. 
 
 As Jesus saw the fiend, abashed so 
 He charg'd him to confess from whence he came : 
 Nor durst the thus commanded monster, though 
 Lyes were his only trade, a fiction frame : 
 Yet loth to loose the credit of his pride, 
 With dogged sullenness he thus reply'd. 
 
199 
 
 Me thinks my scepter should as noble be 
 As ax or mallet ; and as brave my train 
 Of heav'n-descended sparks, the gallantry 
 Of whose high souls, did God's own yoke disdain, 
 As those who from their dirty fishing boat 
 Into the threadbare court of Jesus got. 
 
 It cannot be deny'd but mighty I 
 
 Had a mischance of old ; and I confess 
 
 My foot once slip'd : yet still my majesty 
 
 Above Reproach's wretched triumph is. 
 My honor suffer'd not in that my loss 
 And though I fell, I fell not to a cross ! 
 
 They use to cast it in our teeth, that we 
 By blackest powers of spells and incantations 
 Both founded and advanced our Monarchy : 
 As if there were not stranger conjurations 
 In this besetting witchery, whieh can 
 Make worse than beasts of reasonable man. 
 
 For, brutes to brutish can the silliest flock 
 Afford, who would themselves with Him intrust 
 Who runs away to Heav'n ; and bids them look 
 For wrongs and crosses, which indure they must 
 For His dear sake ? right dear indeed, if they 
 Their lives must to His cruel precept pay. 
 
 Strange sheep were they which thus would fooled be, 
 
 And for their loyalty to Him alone 
 
 Be quite abandon'd, and relinquish' d free 
 
 To thousand wolves and bears incursion 
 
200 APPENDIX. 
 
 Nay sheep would never turn so sheepish ; yet 
 Men to this paradox themselves submit. 
 
 Grant Heav'n he in reversion their own ; 
 
 What shall the fondlings gain hy dwelling there, 
 
 Who must eternally be crouching down, 
 
 And paying Praise's tribute to His ear, 
 
 Who will requite them with a chain, which shall 
 Bind ev'n their wills in everlasting thrall ! 
 
 Were not their soules more generous, if they 
 The gallant freedom of our Hell would choose, 
 Which scorneth that ignoble word obey, 
 And lets full blasphemy for ever loose ? 
 Faint-hearted fools, who needs will vassals be 
 For fear least I should make them truly free." 
 
 [c. xxii. st. 25 and 30, and 37, and 77 to 88.] 
 
 Surely it is to be regretted that the Milton-Commentators 
 should have so neglected if not absolutely overlooked 
 ' Psyche '. with such wealth of illustrative and elucidative 
 and verbal materials ? 
 
lobitiomtl flotcs itnb illustrations. 
 
 Agreeably to my Introduction to " Brittain's Ida " (Vol. 
 I., page 2) I give here such additional Notes and Illustra- 
 tions on ' The Locustae ' and ' The Apollyonists' as I did 
 not deem it expedient to place in the foot-notes. 
 
 "With reference to the quotations from Kichard Cra- 
 shaw below, let it he borne in mind, that his Poetry was 
 a generation and a half subsequent to our Fletcher's in 
 publication, and probably forty years later in composition. 
 The ' Apollyonists ' was published in 1627 : the ' Steps to 
 the Temple ' in 1646. I think it will be conceded that in 
 his splendid paraphrase of the first book of j' Sospetto D' 
 Herode ' Crashaw must have had the ' Locustas ' and 
 ' Apollyonists ' before him. A critical examination reveals 
 that it is exactly in those supreme touches that have no 
 counterpart in the original of Marino, we most clearly 
 trace— as in Milton— the influence of Phineas Fletcher. 
 The present ' Notes ' supplement our remarks in the 
 Essay on the Poetry of the Two Brothers, following our 
 Memoir. I follow the order of the successive cantos and 
 stanzas of the ' Locustae ' and ' Apollyonists ' in these 
 Notes and Illustrations. 
 
202 ADDITIONAL NOTES AXD ILLUSTRATION'?. 
 
 I. LOCUSTJ. 
 
 1. Murray of Eton to whom in the MS, ' Locust;v ' is 
 dedicated, is one of five to whom Joshua Sylvester 
 dedicated his " Parliament of Vertues Royall or 
 Panaretus, wherein we have present dd 
 
 A Praesago of Pr. Dolphin : 
 
 A Pourtrait of Pr. Henry ; 
 
 A Promise of Pr. Charles." 
 He is called 'Master Thomas Murray' and is asso- 
 ciated with Sir Robert Carie, Sir James Fullarton, 
 Sir Robert Carr and Sir David Foulis. It thus com- 
 mences : " Grave guides and guards of hopefull 
 Charles, his Wayn &c." [See Introduction to ' Loc- 
 usts' ante, pp 5 — 10] 
 
 2. Sterling's ' Paraphrase ' of a portion of ' LocusUu ' 
 given in Appendix, Note A, ante, represents ' The 
 ' Apollyonists ' c. i., 1 — 39 : but gleans thoughts from 
 other places also. 
 
 3. P. 25, bine 10th and p. 54, line 1st, '■Barathrum'. I 
 avail myself of the following note from Lieut. Cun- 
 ningham's 'Massinger' (1868) p. 635 s.v. : ' Barathrum 
 of the shambles' is taken literally from Horace : 
 
 ' Pemicies et tempestas, barathrurnque macelli.' 
 
 The word is used by Shirley and others in the classi- 
 cal sense of an abyss or devouring gulf. I have no 
 doubt that when Meg Merrilees called Dominic Samp- 
 son "You black barrowtram of the kirk ", preparatory 
 to the order " Gape, sinner and swallow,'' Sir Walter 
 Scott was thinking of this word, and not of "the side 
 of a wheelbarrow ", as interpreted in the (Hossary to 
 the Waverley Novels.' 
 
ADDITIONAL NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS. 203 
 
 II. APOLLYONISTS. 
 
 c. I. st. 1st., line 1st, page 63. " Of men, nay Beasts : 
 worse, Monsters : worst of all Incarnate Fiends." 
 This reads like a sarcastic-retributive echo of Father 
 Sol t thwell's St. Peter's self-accusing plaint : 
 " A man ? oh no ! a beast : much worse. What creature ? 
 A rock." (Works by Turnbull (1856) p. 38.) 'St. 
 Peter's Complaint' was first published in 1595, 
 and the Fletchers no doubt had read it and the accom- 
 panying minor pieces. 
 
 c I. st. 1st., line 2nd., page 63. "English Italianat." 
 I have illustrated this, in loco, from Marvell. Hits at 
 the Italians were very frequent at this period. I give 
 two out of a great number : 
 
 (1) from Caktwkight's Lines on 'the Death of the 
 Right Honourable, the Lord Bayning.' He did not 
 return from his Travels -. 
 
 " As some — less man than they go out from hence : 
 
 Who think new air new vices may create 
 
 And stamp sin lawfull in another State ; 
 
 Who make exotick customes native arts, 
 
 And loose Italian vices English parts : 
 
 He naturaliz'd perfections only." 
 
 [Works (1651) p 304.] 
 
 (2) Earlier Bishop Hall in his " Virgidemiarum " or 
 Satires, has like gibes at Italian virtue, and the corrupt- 
 ion of our language with Italian terms : e.g. of the 
 former severely, 
 
 " An English wolf, an Irish toad to see, 
 Were as a chaste man nurs'd in Italy." 
 
204 ADDITIONAL NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS. 
 
 and of the latter, 
 
 " There, if he can with terras Italianate 
 Big-sounding sentences and words of state." 
 
 [Works hy Peter Hall (1839) Vol. xii., 
 pp 227 and 162.] 
 
 3. c. I. st. 1st., lines 3 — 5, page 63. "Priests-Cannibal, 
 Who make their Maker, clmve, grinde, feede, grow fat 
 with flesh divine." See also c in. line 9th. With all 
 one's admiration for our Poet, and all allegiance to 
 The Reformation, one must regret coarse invective of 
 this sort. Pity that our Fletchers here and elsewhere, 
 had not charity enough to remember the great protest 
 of St. Thomas Aquinas in his " Lauda Sgon Salvato- 
 rem " — of which they might have remembered a 
 noticeable rendering in Southwell. That gentle 
 martyr for Ms Faith, and sweet Poet, thus repelled 
 such materialistic caricatures of the awful mystery : 
 
 " None that eateth Eim doth chew Him, 
 None that takes Him doth divide Him, 
 
 Received He whole persevereth. 
 Be there one or thousands hosted, 
 One as much as all received, 
 
 He by no eating perisheth. 
 
 When the priest the host divideth, 
 Know that in each part abideth 
 
 All that the whole host covered. 
 Form of bread, not Christ is broken, 
 
ADDITIONAL XOTES AXD ILLUSTRATION'S. 205 
 
 Not of Christ, but of His token, 
 Is state or stature altered." 
 
 (Works, as before, p. 129.) 
 
 It seems heartless to ignore a possibly grand, devout, 
 yearning Faith underlying what to the Protestant is 
 superstition. 
 
 4. c. i., stanza 2nd, bine 3rd, page 64. " bind'st her white 
 curl'd locks in caules of sand.'' Cf. Herbert, later: 
 
 " Thou hast made poor sand 
 
 Check the proud Sea, e'en when it swells and gathers." 
 
 (' Providence'.) 
 
 5. c. i., st. 3rd, bine 4th, -page 64. " hoarse dramming seas, 
 and ivinds load trumpets fig ht." Cf. c. ii., st. 4th, bines 
 4th and 5th. Fletcher re-produces this frequently. 
 Cf. Pis. Eel. iii., 7th and 17th et alibi. 
 
 6. c. i.. st. 3rd, bine 9th, page 65. "my fraught". Cf. 
 c. v., st. 35th, bine 3rd. Earbier in Sackville, Lord 
 Buckhurst's ' Induction', we have the same spelling : 
 " Forth we launch full-fraughted to the brink": and 
 in the legend of " Henry Stafford, Duke of Bucking- 
 ham ", "my heart his bottom hath ttn fraught." 
 ("Works by Sackville-West, as before, pp. 120, 159.) 
 Later, in Cartwright, as before : 
 
 " And — as in urgent tempests 'tis a taught 
 Thrift to redeem the vessel with thefraught.'' 
 
 (Poems, p. 286.) 
 
 So too Dr. Donne (Poems, 1650, p. 17) "I had Love's 
 pinnace o\erfravght " : and Herbert ('The Size.') 
 
206 ADDITIONAL NOTES A XI) ILLUSTRATIONS. 
 
 •• "What though some have & fraught 
 Of cloves and nutmegs.' ' 
 
 Cf. Apollyonists, c. hi., st. 2lst, line 4th. The elder 
 Poets had no scruple in accommodating their orthog- 
 raphy to their rhyme and rhythm, as with ' fraught ' 
 for 'freight.' Thus Sylvester's du-Bartas (1641) makes 
 this word ' fraighting ' to rhyme with 'waiting', 
 (p. 242.) So too with othors. Henry More the 
 Platonist in his ' Philosophical Poems ' (1647) needing 
 a rhyme for ' degree ' and ' fee ' actually transmutes 
 'universe' into 'university': 
 
 " Physis is next degree : 
 
 There Psyche's feet impart a smaller fee 
 Of gentle warmth. Physis is the great womb 
 From whence all things in th' University 
 Ycladin divers forms do gaily hloom." (p. 20.) 
 
 Similarly he changes ' mould ' into ' nioul ' to rhyma 
 with 'soul' (p. 261) and 'circular' into 'circuline' 
 to rhyme with 'shine' (p. 147) and 'amounts' into 
 ' amounds ' to rhyme with ' confounds ' and 'rounds ' 
 (p. 23) and ' knill ' for ' knell ' to rhyme with ' kill ' 
 (p. 58) and so with others. This is a characteristic of 
 the Poetry of the Period that has not received adequate 
 attention as one of the formative elements of our Lan- 
 guage. 
 
 7. c. i. st. 5th, line 4th, page 65. "icatry moone." Cf. 
 Ckashaw's "watery sun" (Works hy Turnbull p. 3.) 
 
 8. c. i., st. 5th, line 7th, page 66. " tine''. Cf. Spenser : 
 
 Fairy Queen' b. II., c. viii., st. 11 : b. TIL, c. iii., st. 
 
adwtioxal xotes axd ii.u'steatioxs. l'0 7 
 
 57 et alibi: and Milton: 'Paradise Lost ' x., 1073 — 
 137-5 : 
 
 " the clouds 
 
 Justling, or push'd with winds, rude in their shock, 
 Tine the slant lightning." 
 
 Archdeacon Todd refers to Fletcher here. Some- 
 what un-intelligently Dr. Cleveland places the river 
 ' Tine ' ( = Tyne ) under this word. In passing it is 
 due to Prendergast to state that his Concordance to 
 Milton very much excels in usefulness as in general 
 accuracy, the American's : the latter heing intolerable 
 from giving mere references to the places, and these far 
 from correctly. Dr. Cleveland, I regret to say, makes 
 not the slightest allusion to his predecessor. As Mil- 
 ton is the main subject of this Note I give here a 
 parallel to his use of '■justling ' above, ^that has escaped 
 his Commentators. It is found in Dr. Joseph Beau- 
 mont's ' Psyche ' (as before) c. xix., 57 : 
 
 " The lusty coursers took their sprightfull wing 
 And justling through the clouds, away did fling." 
 
 9. c. I. st. 6th, line oth, page 66. " The hollowing owle" 
 As explained in loco, this is = hallooing. It recals 
 Wordsworth's marvellous description of the owls of 
 Windermere. 
 
 " He as through an instrument, 
 
 Blew mimic hootings to the silent owls 
 
 That they might answer him. And they would shout 
 
 Across the watery vale and shout again 
 
208 ADDITIONAL NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS 
 
 Responsive to his call, with quivering peal 
 And long halloos, and screams and echoes loud 
 Redoubled and redoubled." 
 
 Fletcher calls the owl the 'post' of Night. Cf. Syl- 
 vester's du-Bartas (1641) : 
 
 " O Night's black daughters, grim-fac't Furies sad, 
 Stern Pluto's posies " (p. 97) 
 
 10. c. I. st. 6th, line 7th, page 66 : put period after steep. 
 
 11. c. I. st. 7th, line 2nd, page 66. "the labourer snort- 
 eth fast." So Dr. Donne, as before, (p 2) 
 
 " Snorted we in the seven-sleepers den ?' 
 
 and again of Jealousy, 
 
 " sits down and snorts, cag'd in basket chairc." 
 
 Similarly Henry More, as before, 
 
 " Has then old Adam snorted all this time ?" (p 220) 
 
 The elder Writers never hesitated to use the right, 
 however rough, word. Cf. Apollyonists c. Ill, st.'23rd, 
 line 3rd. ' Sicelides ' (Act 3, so. 6) also has it 
 
 " The fisher tyr'd with labour, snorteth fast." 
 
 12. c. I, st. 8th, line 3rd, page 67. " limber hair e." We 
 have a fine example of word and thing in Randolph's 
 ' Poems' (3rd edition, 1643) of the ' snake ' as it crept 
 over Lycoris : 
 
 " The Nymph no signe of any terrour shows 
 
 (How bold is Beauty when her strength she knows p) 
 
ADDITIONAL NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS. 209 
 
 And in her hand the tender woime she grasp'd, 
 
 While it sometimes ahout her fingers clasp'd 
 
 A ring enamel'd, then her tender wast 
 
 In manner of a girdle round imbrac't, 
 
 And now upon her arm a bracelet hung, 
 
 Where for the greater ornament, he flung 
 
 His limber body into severall folds, 
 
 And twenty winding figures, where it holds 
 
 Her amorous pulse, in many a vaiious twist, 
 
 And many a love-knot ties upon her wrist." (p 12.) 
 
 Cf. also c n. st. 11th, line 7th. 
 13. c I. st. 9th. line 3rd, page 68. "eath" Spensek has 
 this word in Fairy Queen, B 2. c 3. st. 40 ; B 4. c. 
 6. st. 40, et alibi. It occurs also in Mr. Small's " Eng- 
 lish Homilies ", as before, as follows 
 
 "To knaw, he said, it war ful ethe ". (p. xix) 
 
 Nearly contemporary with our Po«t is Southwell's 
 employment of it : 
 
 " If Saul's attempt at falling on his blade 
 
 As lawful were as eth to put in ure." [*'. e. use) 
 
 (Works by Turnbull, (1859) p. 67) 
 
 Henry Moke, as before, furnishes interesting examples 
 of the use singly and in combination, of this word : 
 
 "... .Conceiue the air and arure skie 
 
 All swept away from Saturn e to the Sunne, 
 
 Which eath is to be wrought 3j Him on hisjh./ 
 
 (p 201) 
 N 
 
210 ADDITION VI NOTES ANH ILLUSTRATIONS. 
 
 Again : 
 
 " Thus lustfull Love — this was the love I ween — 
 
 Was wholly changed to consuming ire : - 
 
 And eath it was, sith they're so near a kin." (p. 301) 
 
 In combination as meaning ' not easily ' we have thesi 
 
 " my path had till'd 
 
 My feeble feet, that without timely resi 
 
 JJneath it were to reach my wonted nest. " (p 299 
 
 and 
 
 "These arguments its not unenth to find." (p 212) 
 
 14. c. I, st. 9th, line 6th, page 68. " the liver's channel" 
 Cf. The Purple Island, c. iii., 6 -16. 
 
 15. c, I, st. 10th, line 1st, page 69. '' shapelesse shape". 
 Later Dr. Joseph Beaumont in his ' Psyche ' — as 
 before — repeatedly appropriates this : 
 
 " Dreams .... walk'd 
 
 In shapeless shapes about the thronged room." 
 
 (c. VI, st. 200) 
 again, (c. VIII, st. 166) 
 
 " scrambling, frantick shapelesse shapes he fills." 
 
 Once more, 
 
 " All shapelesse shapes together tumbled were." 
 
 (c. XVIII, st. 185) 
 
 16. c. I, st. 11th, line 6th, page 70 {bis) : the Divine 
 pronouns should have had capitals. 
 
ADDITIONAL NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS. 211 
 
 17. c. I, st. 10 and 11th, pages 69 — 70. Place beside 
 these portraits the later powerful words of Samuel 
 Holden, M.A. "Sin '! Life's concubine (for it ne're 
 lies from it) and Death's mother (for the Apostle says 
 it brings it forth) : this mother dyes in bringing forth 
 the daughter." (Two Sermons preached at the funeral 
 of the Right Honourable Robert Lord Lexington and 
 the Lady Mary his Wife. 1668. 4to, p. 16) 
 
 18. c. I, st. 11th, lines 5— 9th. Cf. Giles Fletcher's 
 ' Christ's Victorie ' i., st. 2 — 3rd, line 9th : spell ' in- 
 flesh'f. 
 
 19. c. I, st. 12th, line 6th, page 70. 'right' = direct or 
 face to face, in contrast with the back, seen at parting. 
 
 20. c. I, st. 13th, line 1st, page 70. " quicke" = living, 
 not merely rapid or sharp. 
 
 21. c I, st. 13th, lines 7— 9th, page 71. See Postscript to 
 " Brittain's Ida.'' [Vol. i. page 102 ] We have 
 a not unworthy parallel on the Divine Poems of 
 Edmund Ellis (1658) on Proverbs vn. 27. 
 
 " Ther's venome in her sweet breath : 
 
 Her tempting hair's the snare of death. 
 
 The flaming beauty of her eyes 
 
 Is but the devill's sacrifice. 
 
 Her lookes are gaudy, but not fine : 
 
 Her clearest beauties, blaze not shine." (p. 11) 
 
 22. c I, st 13th, lines 5— 9th, page 71 : repeated in the 
 Purple Island c vn. st. 25th, and see Postscript as in 
 Note 21. 
 
 23. c 1. st. 17th, line 6th, page 73. "conclave." Cf. 
 also c iv. at. 6th, line 1st p 133. So Shakespeare 
 
212 ADDITIONAL NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS. 
 
 "the holy conclave." (Henry vm. ii. 2) and Milton, 
 P. L. I. 795. " In close recesss and secret eoriclave 
 sat." 
 
 24. c I, st. 18th, lines 3rd and 4th. page 73. Cf. Dr. 
 Eeaumont's ' Satan ' in Psyche — as before— c n. 166 — 
 168 
 
 "' the boils spew on his eyelids hairs 
 
 Fit matter for so foul a monster's tears. 
 
 Like to some oven's black arch, so hangs his brow 
 
 Over the furnace of his eyes, wherein, 
 
 Delicious flames did radiantly glow, 
 
 But now the fire's as dark as his own sin ; 
 And being fed with sulphure, doth confess 
 What is its work, and where it kindled was." 
 
 See Note B, ante. 
 
 25. c I. st. 20th, line 6th, page 74. " springing day.' 
 Crashaw appropriates this : 
 
 "Taint not the pure streams of the springing day.'' 
 
 (Works, as before p 110.) 
 
 26. c. I., 31— 32d. pp. 81—82. "Satan." Crashaw 
 copies after these and other Satan-traits of ' The 
 Apollyonists ' in his Sospetto D' Herode, as before. 
 I adduce an unbroken portion, as the student of 
 Flethecr will recognize throughout, the suggestions 
 from ' Locustaa ' and ' Apollyonists ' while admiring 
 the grandeur here as elsewhere, of much that belongs 
 to Crashaw himself — 
 
 . . .While new thoughts boil'd in his enraged breast, 
 His gloomy bosom's darkest character 
 
ADDITIONAL NOTES AND ILLUSTKATIONS. 213 
 
 Was in his shady forehead seen express'd. 
 
 The forehead's shade, in griefs expression there 
 
 Is what in sign of joy among the blest 
 
 The face's light' ning, or a smile is here. 
 
 Those stings of care that his strong heart oppress' d, 
 A desperate Oh me ! drew from his deep breast. 
 
 me ! thus bellow'd he ; me ! what great 
 Portents before mine eyes their pow'rs advance ? 
 And serve my purer sight, only to beat 
 Down my proud thought ; and leave it in a trance ? 
 Frown I ; and can great nature keep her seat ? 
 And the gay stars lead on their golden dance ? 
 Can His attempts above still prosp'rous be, 
 Auspicious still, in spite of Hell and me ? 
 
 He has my heaven, what would He more ? whose bright 
 And radiant sceptre this bold hand should bear ; 
 And for the never-fading fields of light, 
 My fair inheritance, He confines me here, 
 To this dark house of shades, horror, and night, 
 To draw a long-lived death, where all my cheer 
 Is the solemnity my sorrows wears, 
 That nankind's torment waits upon my tears. 
 
 Dark dusky man He needs would single fc rth, 
 To make the partner of His own pure ray : 
 And should we pow'rs of Heaven, spirits of worth, 
 Bow our bright heads before a king of clay ? 
 It shall not be, said I, and clomb the North, 
 Whore never wing of angel yet made way : 
 
 "What though I miss'd my blow ? yet I stroke high : 
 
 And to dare something is some victory. 
 
214 ADDITIOXAL VOTES AND ILLUSTRATION'S. 
 
 Is He not satisfied ? Means He to wrest 
 Hell from me too, and sack my territories? 
 Vile human nature means He not t' invest, — 
 my despite ! — with His divinest glories ? 
 And rising with rich spoils upon His hreast, 
 With His fair triumphs fill all future stories ? 
 
 Must the hright arms of Heaven rehuke these eyes ? 
 
 Mock me, and dazzle my dark mysteries ? 
 
 Art thou not Lucifer ? he to whomthe droves 
 
 Of stars that gild the Morn in charge were given ? 
 
 The nimhlest of the lightning-winged loves ? 
 
 The fairest, and the first-horn smile of Heaven ? 
 
 Look in what pomp the mistress planet moves, 
 
 Rev'rently circled by the lesser seven ; 
 Such, and so rich, the flames that from thine eyes 
 Oppress' d the common people of the skies. 
 
 Ah, WTetch ! what boots thee to cast back thy eyes 
 Where dawning hope no beam of comfort shows ? 
 While the reflection of thy forepast joys 
 Renders thee double to thy present woes ? 
 Rather make up to thy new miseries, 
 And meet the mischief that upon thee grows. 
 
 If Hell must mourn, Heav'n sure shall sympathize ; 
 
 What force cannot effect, fraud shall devise. 
 
 And yet whose force fear I ? Have I so lost 
 
 Myself ? my strength, too, with mj innocence ? 
 
 Come, try who dares, Heav'n, Earth, whate'er dost boast 
 
 A borrow'd being, make thy bold defence : 
 
 Come, thy Creator, too ; what though it cost 
 
 Me yet a second fall ? we'd try our strengths. 
 
ADDITIONAL NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS. 215 
 
 Heaven saw us struggle once, as brave a fight 
 Earth now should see, and tremble at the sight." 
 
 (Works by Turnbull. as before, pp 49—51.) 
 
 See also Note B ante p 186 et seqq. — for the Satan 
 of ' Psyche. ' 
 
 27. c. i, st. 33rd, line 9th, page 82. "desert" This is 
 explained by stanza 38th onward. 
 
 28. c. I., st. 36th, line 7th, page 84. " God's absent pre- 
 sence." Cf. later, Sir John Beaumont's memorable 
 lines from his ' Contrition ' (Bosworth Field &c, 1629 
 p. 74.) : 
 
 " Hell could not fright me with immortal fire 
 Were it not arm'd with Thy forsaking ire." 
 
 Crashaw also gives the peculiar words in his ' Hope ' : 
 
 "thus art thou, Our absent prestnce and our 
 
 future now." (as before, p 84.) 
 
 29. c. I., st. 39th, line 4th, page 85. "sad" This is 
 probably here = serious or contemplative. Cf. my 
 Sir John Davies, p. 176, and note h, pp. 475 — 476. 
 So also much earlier Roye, in his famous satire-portrait 
 of Wolset as "a fellow neither wyse nor sadde" 
 (' Brefe Dialoge '.) 
 
 30. c. I. st. 40th, line 4th, p . 86. 'embrave'. Crashaw 
 has this word : 
 
 "The babe whose birth embraves this morn." 
 
 (Works, as before, p. 30.) 
 
216 ADDITIONAL NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS. 
 
 It is a favourite with Beaumont in ' Psyche ' in all 
 manner of applications. Thus c. ix., 20 : 
 
 " These teach the embrared soul to tower above '. 
 
 Again, c. xii., 125 : 
 
 " "With holy vigour so embrav'd." 
 
 and in nearly every remaining canto. 
 
 31. C. II., st. 1st, line, 3rd, page 87. "swolne with hate." 
 Cf. c. i., st. 18th, and c. iii., st. 8. See Appendix to 
 Apollyonists, Note B. ante. 
 
 32 c. II., st. 3rd, line 6th, page 88. Justice and Mercy. 
 Cf. Giles Fletcher, c. i., st., 9—16: and Samuel Speed, 
 as given in Notes to our Essay, Vol. I., p. ccclx. I heg 
 here also to supplement my remarks on the Scriptural- 
 ness of the Personifications, by a reference to the 
 profound saying of St. James, of "Mercy rejoicing 
 against Judgment." (n. 16.) 
 
 33. c. II., st. 8th, line 3rd, page 90. ' Loyola' Cf. Ran- 
 dolph (' Poems, 1643, pp. 50 — .51 : 
 
 "That I may 
 
 Directly clear myself, there is no way 
 Unlesse the Jesuites will to me impart 
 The secret depth of their mysterious art. 
 
 Who from their halting patriot learn to frame 
 
 A crutch for every tvord that f ah out lame. 
 
 That can the subtle defference discry 
 
 Betwixt sequi vocation and a lye. 
 
 And a rare scape by sly distinction finde 
 
 To swear the tongue, and yet not swear the minde. 
 
ADDITIONAL NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS. 217 
 
 Now arm'd with arguments I nothing dread 
 But my own cause thus confidently plead. 
 
 34. c. II., st. 11th, line 1st, p. 92. "mores." Cf. Giles 
 Fletcher, c. i., st. 9th. 
 
 35. c. II., st. 13th, line 7th, p. 93. " emperour '. Milton 
 uses this title also : " Hell's dread Emperour (P. L. 
 ii., 510). Earlier Bp. Hall, as before, in his Satires: 
 
 " Good Saturn' self, that homely emperor.'' 
 
 (Works, as before, vol xii., p. 193.) 
 
 So too Herbert in ' The Church Militant ' : 
 
 " He was a God, now he's an Emperor." 
 
 and 
 
 " In old Bome a mighty Emperour." 
 
 and Dr. Donne ('Poems' 1650, p. 207) : 
 
 " This man this world's Vice-Emperour " : 
 
 and John HaU (' Poems ' 1646, p. 85) : 
 
 " Set up a throne, 
 Admit no rivall of Thy power, 
 
 Be Thou alone 
 (Pie onely ftar Thee) Emperour." 
 
 36. c. II., st. 16th, line 7th, page 95. "curFd head waves." 
 Crashaw oddly applies this to the stars : 
 
 " Hope kicks the curled heads of conspiring stars " 
 (Works , as before, p. 84.) 
 
 So Dr. Donne also in his Epitaph on Shakspeare : 
 
218 AUDITIONAL NOTE8 AND ILLrSTRATTOXs. 
 
 " Under this curled marble." 
 
 37. r. II., st. 15—20, lines 3—7, pages 94— 97._ Cf. Cra- 
 shaw once more : 
 
 ■■ We, said the horrid sisters, wait thy laws, 
 Th' obsequious handmaids of thy high commands ; 
 Be it thy part, Hell's mighty lord, to lay 
 On us thy dread commands, ours to obey. 
 
 What thy Alecto, what these hands can do, 
 Thou mad'st bold proof against the brow of heav'n ; 
 Nor should' st thou bate in pride, because that now 
 To these thy sooty kingdoms thou art driven : 
 Let Heav'n's Lord chide above, louder than thou, 
 In language of His thunder thou art even 
 With him below: here thou art lord alone, 
 Boundless and absolute : Hell is thine own." 
 
 (Works, as before, pp. 51 — 52.) 
 
 38. c. II., st. 25th, lines 4th and 5th, page 99. Cf. 
 Memorial-Introduction to our Giles Fletcher, pp. 36, 
 37. 
 
 39. c. II., st. 28th, line 9th, page 101. " mile." Sol 
 have printed in the text and relative foot-note : but a 
 re-examination of the Original makes me suspect that 
 I have misprinted an s for an/: and that the word is 
 ' foile ' or ' file ' i.e. defile, which (poetically) is the 
 same with ' soil.' Southwell thus uses the word in 
 his St. Peter's Complaint : 
 
 "Ah sin! the nothing that doth all things file." 
 
 (Works by Turnbull (1856) p. 36.) 
 
ADDITIONAL NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS. 219 
 
 40. oil. St. 29th, line 6th, page 101. "pustled." Cf. 
 
 my Sir John Davies p 472 and foot-note. 
 
 41. c II. st. 32nd, line 2nd, page 102. "stale." Fletcher 
 uses this word in Sicelides (Act 3. sc. 6) " he shall sit 
 on a perch for a stale." Spenser has it F. Q. B. 2. c i. 
 St. 4th : 
 
 " Still as he went he craftie stales did lay." 
 also b. 6. c. 10. st. 3rd. It is a Shakesperean word : 
 e.g. "stale to catch these thieves." (Tempest iv. 1) 
 et alibi. 
 
 42. c II. st. 33rd, line 7th, page 103 ' have fell.' Besides 
 those from Sir John Davies in loco, I may give here 
 additional examples of corresponding incorrect forms 
 in the use of verbs Earlier Sackville, Lord Buck- 
 hurst in his ' Induction,' has these : 
 
 (1) " — sighing sore, her hands she wrung and fold 
 
 [ = folded.] 
 Tare all her hair, that ruth was to behold." (p 100) 
 
 (2) " Of worthy men by Fortune overthrow [^over- 
 thrown.] 
 
 Come then, and see them rueing all in row." 
 (P 104.) 
 Also in his " Complaint " of " Duke of Buckingham " 
 
 (3) " He whose huge power no man might overthrow 
 Tomyris' queen with great despite hath slow. 
 [= slown or slain.] (p. 128.) 
 
 (4) " Melciades, O happy hadst thou be [ = been.] 
 And well rewarded of thy countrymen." (p 146.) 
 
 (5) " And being thus, alone, and all forsake [=for- 
 
 saken.] 
 Amid the thick." (p 148) [Works, as before.] 
 
220 ADDITIONAL NOTES AND ILLUSTRATION*. 
 
 So Dunne (as before p 116) 
 
 " The amorous evening starre is rose [= risen ] 
 Why then should not our amorous starre inclose 
 Her selfe : " 
 
 Beaumont's ' Psyche ' — as before — furnishes like inac- 
 curacies. The Poets never hesitated to violate grammar 
 for rhyme and even rhythm. Cf. Note 6, ante. 
 
 43. c II. st. 34th, line 6th, page 104. " sugrcd tout/tie." 
 Cf. c iv. st. 2nd, line 8th, ' sugred spell ' and elsewhere. 
 So Lovelace ' sugar' d lies' (Poems by Hazlitt p 63.) 
 It occurs in well-nigh every contemporary Poet, and 
 earlier. 
 
 44. c II. st. 3,3th, line 8th, page 104. "quick" = alive, 
 as before. 
 
 45. c II. st. 39th, line 3rd, page 106. "sooty:" So 
 Crashaw, as before, 'in note 37: also " she lifts her 
 soot!/ lamps." (Works as before, p 53.) Beaumont in 
 ' Psyche ' uses it repeatedly : e.g. ".what before was 
 harsh and sooty." (c xxi. 153) and "fright the sooty 
 bats'' (c. xxii., 22) and "their sooty pinions through 
 the swarthy air " (c xiv. 147.) et alibi. So Henry 
 More, as before, "Its the fruit of their burnt sootie 
 spright." (p 75.) Blair, later, introduces it effectively 
 into ' The Grave.' 
 46. c. III., st. 4th, Dine 9th : " how soone prospers the 
 vicious weed." Cf. with this Sylvester's du-Bartas 
 (1641): 
 
 "Alas ! how true the proverb prooves too-plain, 
 Saying, Bad weeds grow every -where apace ; 
 
ADDITIONAL NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS. 221 
 
 But wholesom herbs scent spring in any place 
 AYithout great labour and continual pain." 
 
 ("The Triumph of Faith", c. ii. st. 18., p. 252.) 
 
 Very finely too in another aspect, Southwell : 
 
 " God doth sometimes crop first the sweetest flower, 
 And leave the weed till Time do it dev >iuv ' 
 
 (Works by Turnbull (1856; p. 156.) 
 
 47. c. Ill , st. oth, lines 1—9, p. 110. 'Hussia.' Cf. Pisca- 
 tory Eclogues, I., st. 12, and II., st. 13. 
 
 48. c. III., st. 14th, line 9th, page 116. 'thirst'. This 
 shews that Wakton and not Mr. Collier is probably 
 correct in explaining Spenser ; F. Q. b. I., c. iv., st. 
 23. 
 
 49. c. III., st. 16th. line 2nd, page 117. 'All the All's' : 
 So Donne, as before, (p. 313) : 
 
 " That All, which always is All everywhere." 
 
 50. c. III., st. 16th, line 5th, p. 117. ' two keys'. So 
 Bp. Hall, as before : 
 
 "for the lordly fasces borne of of old 
 
 To see two quiet crossed keys of gold. " 
 
 (Works, p. 246.) 
 
 51. c. III., st. 21st, line 6th, page 119. ' fishers caught.' So 
 Beaumont's ' Psyche ' as before (c. x., st. 54) : 
 
 " Once more their nets they cast, but cast away ; 
 Meekly ambitious to be fishes now. 
 And render up themselves His joyful prey, 
 Who thus His net of Love about Him threw. 
 
222 ADDIHOXAT, XOTES AND ILI.CSTKATIOXS. 
 
 Never adventure had they made like this, 
 Where being caught themselves they catch d their 
 bliss:" 
 
 Cf. also ' Piscatory Eclogues ' iv. 28 : 
 
 52. c. Ill, st. 22nd, line 4th, page 120. " groomes." Cf. 
 c. v., st. 18th, line 1st. " Groom originally means 
 just, a man. It was a word much used when pastoral 
 poetry was the fashion. Spenser has herd-groom in 
 his Shepherd's Calendar. This last is what it means 
 in Christ's Victorie c. n, st. 2nd : 'shepherds '. " Dr. 
 Macdonald ' Antiphon ' p. 154. I add that the second 
 reference, supra, confirms the ' shepherd ' meaning, as 
 the contrast is between himself a ' shepherd ' and Dav- 
 id, the ' shepherd-king.' So also Dr. Donne, as 
 before, (p. 225) 
 
 " Think then, my soul, that death is hut a groom 
 Wiiich brings a tapour to the outward room." 
 
 also Sir John Beaumont, as before, (p. 94) 
 
 " How many titles fit for meaner groomes 
 Are knighted now " 
 
 53. c. Ill, st. 24th, line 2nd, page 121. "lozel". So 
 Bishop Hall, as before, — Vol xu, p. 246 : 
 
 " To see an old shorn lozel " 
 
 64. c. Ill, st. 36th, line 5th, page 128. 'female Pope'. 
 Bishop Hall, (as before, p. 249,) puts it somewhat 
 coarsely : 
 
ADDITIONAL NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS. 223 
 
 " But had he heard the female Father's groan 
 Yeaning in mids of her procession." 
 
 (Satires b. iv, st. 7th) 
 
 55. c. IV, st. 1st, line 3rd, page 131. ' sandy floor -es'. 
 See c. in, st. 27th, line 5th. 
 
 66. c. IV, st. 2nd, line 6th, page 132. 'Drwry' I have 
 in my Library a contemporary tractate which gives a 
 very vehement and triumphant account of the (alleged) 
 judgment of God in the falling of the house wherein 
 Drury preached or held his meetings, and to which 
 event no doubt our Fletcher referred. Pity that so 
 good a man — and others later — should forget that such 
 calamities have overtaken the most orthodox and 
 evangelical auditories, and more sorrowfully that The 
 Master's warning from the Tower of Siloam should 
 go for nothing. 
 
 57. c. IV. st. 3rd, line 4th, page 132. ' Venetian wound' 
 I was disposed to regard this as a mis-printof a t for an 
 r, and that ' venerian ' or ' venerean ' was intended to 
 brand Pope Paul's notoriously lustful character. But 
 while this no doubt was the meaning of our Poet, the 
 proper name ' Venetian ' is probably correct. For in 
 Bishop Hall's ' Satires ' you have Venice thus stigma- 
 tized, 
 
 " rank Venice doth his pomp advance, 
 
 By trading of ten thousand courtesans.' ' (Works, 
 
 Vol xii, p. 246) 
 
 Cartwr'.ght later, has a similar reference in ' The Ordi- 
 nary ' Act i, sc. 4. 
 
221 ADDITIONAL NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS. 
 
 58. c. IV, st. 3rd, line 5th, page 132. t earefull'. So 
 Lord Buckhurst, as before, in Ferrex and Porrex : 
 
 " slumbering on his careful bed he rests "- 
 
 (Works, as before; p. 66) 
 
 59. c IV, st. 4th, lines 4 — 9, page 133. ' snake'. Cra- 
 shaw again reflects Fletcher here 
 
 '■ So said, her richest snake, which to her wrist 
 For a beseeming bracelet she had tied — 
 A special worm it was as ever kiss'd 
 The foamy lips of Cerberus — she applied 
 To the king's heart ; the snake no sooner hiss'd, 
 But Virtue heard it, and away she hied ; 
 Dire flames diffuse themselves through every vein 
 This done, home to her Hell she hied amain. 
 
 He wakes, and with him ne'er to sleep, new fears : 
 His sweat-bedewed bed had now betray'd him 
 To a vast field of thorns : ten thousand spears 
 All pointed in his heart, seem'd to invade him : 
 So mighty were th' amazing characters 
 With which his feeling dream had thus dismay' d 
 him, 
 He his own fancy-framed foes defies : 
 In rage, My arms, give me my arms ! he cries.' 
 
 This is the more noticeable, as the next stanza of 
 Apollyonists (stanza 5th) is reproduced very closely in 
 the immediate context of Crashaw. The metaphor is 
 an homely and unpoetical one, and hence is to be the 
 more observed in its repetition : 
 
ADDITIONAL NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS. 225 
 
 " As when a pile of food-preparing fire 
 The hreath of artificial lungs embraves, 
 The cauldron-prison 'd waters straight conspire, 
 And beat the hot brass with rebellious waves ; 
 He murmurs and rebukes their bold desire : 
 Th' impatient liquor frets, and foams, and raves ; 
 Till his o'erfiowing pride suppress the flame, 
 Whence his high spirits and hot courage came." 
 (Works, as before, p. 59) 
 
 Cf. Postcript 'to ' Brittain's Ida " Vol i. page 102 — 
 Dr. Joseph Beaumont also appropriates the sym- 
 bol e. g. 
 
 " When subtile fire hath through the cauldron's side 
 
 Into its unsuspecting bowels stol'n ; 
 
 The liquor frets and fumes, and to a tide 
 
 Of working wrath and hot impatience swol'n, 
 With boiling surges beats the brass, and leaves 
 No way untry'd to vent its tortur'd waves. " 
 
 (Psyche c. vi, 259) 
 
 Homer or Virgil may have suggested it to all. 
 
 60. c. IV, st. 6th, line 5th, page 133. ' treat '. Query 
 = entreat 1 
 
 61. c. IV, st. 11th, line 1st, page 136. l Belgia'. That 
 is the Netherlands. Cf. Bishop Hall's Satires, B. iv, 
 s. 4th : also Apollyonists c. iv, st. 24th. 
 
 62. c. IV. st. 12th, line 3rd, page 137. ' Corno' I felt 
 disposed to regard this as a misprint for Cosmo. But 
 is there a play on its meaning of ' crown ' ? There is 
 
226 ADDITIONAL NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS. 
 
 a river of the name in Italy, and it may have been 
 used to designate one of the Papal-rejecting provinces. 
 
 63. c. IV. st. 17th, line 2nd, page 140. c silent ayre.' 
 So Lovelace 
 
 "You are silent as the ev'ning's ayre." 
 
 (As before p 105.) 
 
 64. c. IV. st. 17th, line 3rd, page 140. "Aeol's rocky 
 jayle.' Aeolus or Aelos the god of the Winds : each 
 wind having its separate cave, according to the Greek 
 mythology. This myth is a favorite with the Classics 
 and our own Poets. Cf. Purple Island c vn. 47. 
 
 65. c. IV. st. 19th, lines 4—7, pages 141—142 Cf. our 
 Memoir, Vol. i page cxxxiv. 
 
 66. .c. IV. [st. 24th,^lines 8 — 9, page 144. ' Arminius.' 
 Cf. John Hall, of Durham, as before, (p 48.) 
 
 " Bear witnesse Dort, when Error could produce 
 The strength of reason, and Arminius." 
 
 67. c. IV. st. 26th, line 2nd, page 145. 'imp't.' Cf. 
 Spenser, F. Q. b 4. c 9, st. 4, line 7th, and b i. c 6, 
 st. 24, line 1 et alibi. 
 
 68. c. IV. st. 29th, line 1st, page 147. • prologue' 
 Curiously enough we find these very words in Raleigh's 
 sonnet 'de Morte' : 
 
 " the first cry 
 
 The Prologue to the ensuing Tragedy." 
 
 The word and thing occur (bis) in Sicelides (Act 5. sc. 
 5) ' acting the prologue of his tragedy' and Act I. 
 sc. 4. 
 
ADDITIONAL NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS. 227 
 
 69. c. IV. st. 31st, line 4th, page 148. ' Britain* kings. ' 
 Cf. c. v. st. 17th, line 3rd. 
 
 So earlier we have in Lord Buckhurst's Ferrex and 
 Porrex (Act V. sc. 1st) 
 
 " Even yet the life of Britain land doth hang 
 In traitor's balance." 
 
 On a little are other two examples — the second pecul- 
 iarly interesting from the ' great' : 
 
 " These lords now left in Brittain land." 
 
 and 
 
 " Ours is the sceptre then of Great Britain." 
 
 ("Works, as before, pp 74, 78 and 79) 
 
 I have not observed ' British ' in Lord Buckhurst and 
 not in the Fletchers. But Bp. Hall, as before, in his 
 Satires, has it: 
 
 " All British bare upon the bristled skin." (p. 202.) 
 
 So too Herbert ' The British Church ' and in 'The 
 Church Militant ' : 
 
 " Constantine's British line " 
 
 also Sir John Beaumont, as before, (p. 183) : 
 
 "As British whales aboue the dolphins swell." 
 
 Before he has 
 
 "A sweet delight to Britaines.'' (p. 132.) 
 
228 ADDITIONAL NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS. 
 
 In Beaumont's Tsyche, as before, the words are used 
 irregularly : for while British occurs more than once 
 (as in c. xxii., 106 : and c. xxiii., 131 and 157) he has 
 also the transition-form, as in c. xxii., 141 : 
 
 " such a storm as this, into the Britain hemisphere did 
 pass." 
 
 70. c. IV. st. 33rd, foot-note, page 149. Query — Was 
 this the father-in-law of Charles Cotton, "Walton's 
 friend ? If so, he was of Owthrop, co. Notts. 
 
 71. c. IV., st. 35th, page 150, '•James? The king must 
 have been possessed of a ' pleasant voice ' and some- 
 thing more. Cf. this praise of Fletcher with that of 
 Sir John Beaumont (as before, p. 212) : 
 
 " Hence those large streams of eloquence proceed, 
 Which in the hearers strange amazement breed ; 
 When laying by his scepters and his swords, 
 He melts their hearts with his mellifluous words.' ' 
 
 72. c. V., st. 3rd, line 4th, page 155. l ensig7ie'. So 
 Nathaniel Hooke (' Amanda' 1653, p. 7) : 
 
 " the Ensigne who doth wield 
 
 And flourish Beautie's flags of ornament." 
 
 73. c. V., st. 4th, line 3rd, page 156. ' yrmidame.' So 
 Bp. Hall in his Verses to Sylvester : 
 
 . . . . " Hushing down through Nature's closet-door 
 She ransacks all her grandame's secret store." 
 
 (Works, as before, p. 328.) 
 
ADDITION AX NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS. 229 
 
 74 c. V, st. 4th, line 5th, page 156. '■fiesh't.' This some- 
 what unusual use of the word has a parallel in Bishop 
 Hall, as before, in 'Satires' (p 143) 
 
 " If he can live to see his name in print : 
 Who when he is once Jleshed to the press." 
 
 Later in Sylvester's du-Bartas 
 
 "Jksht in murders, butcher-like." (1641 p. 91) 
 
 75. c. V, st. 8th, lines 3 — 4, page 158. ' Sad Time §c.' 
 The Tragedy of Albumazar, (probably) by our Flet- 
 cher's friend ' Thomalin ' (Tomkins) furnishes a 
 striking parallel here: 
 
 " How slow the day slides on ! when we desire 
 Time's haste, he seems to lose a match with lobsters 
 And when we wish him stay, he imps his wings 
 With feathers plumed with thought." 
 
 So Butter's ' Shepheard's Holyday : 
 
 " The messages which come to do us hurt 
 Are speedy : but the good come slowly on." 
 
 (Act iv, sc. 2) 
 
 So too Dr. F. W. Faber in his supreme hymn of the 
 Eternity of God : 
 
 " Dear Lord ! my heart is sick 
 Of this perpetual lapsing time, 
 
 So sloiv in grief, in joy so quick, 
 Yet ever casting shadows so sublime : 
 
230 ADDITIONAL NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS. 
 
 Time of all creatures is least like to Thee, 
 And yet it is our share of Thine eternity." 
 
 76. c. V, st. 12th, line 1st, page 159. ' mounting eagle'. 
 Probably there is an allusion here to the classical myth 
 of Jupiter and Ganymede — with that strange blending 
 of heathen and sacred references which we find even 
 in Milton e. g. Lycidas. Cf. st. 34th, line 2nd, where 
 Pegasus is similarly introduced. Hemuck in his 
 'Noble Numbers' affords a still more remarkable 
 example of this, by naming Our Lord ' Eoscius ' : 
 Thus, 
 
 " The crosse shall be Thy stage : and Thou shalt 
 
 there 
 The spacious field have for Thy theater. 
 Thou art that Eoscius, and that markt-out man, 
 That must this day act the tragedian, 
 To wonder and afrightment." 
 
 (Works by Hazlitt (1869) Vol. II., p 426, ' Good 
 Friday : Eex Tragicus or Christ going to His 
 Crosse '.) 
 
 See Dr. Macdonald's just remark in Vol I, page clxiv. 
 
 77. c. V, st. 13th and 14th seqq., pages 160—161. The 
 names here alluded to will be found in every History 
 of the Gunpowder Plot and denounced or lauded in 
 many a dreary ' 5th November Sermon.' 
 
 78. c. V, st. 24th, line 5th, page 166. ' Horned moon' 
 So Lovelace 
 
 " Bright as the argent-horned moon." 
 
ADDITIONAL NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS. 231 
 
 (as. before, p. 64) Massinger uses ' horned ' as = the 
 crescent of the Turks. See ' The Renegado ' Act n. 
 sc. 5. and ' The Bashful Lover, Act v. sc. 3. 
 
 79. c. V. st. 24th, lines 6— nad st. 92 5th, page 166. Cart- 
 wright later, summarizes all this : 
 
 ye Powers ! 
 
 May this your knot be ours ; 
 Thus where cold things with hot did jar, 
 And dry with moyst made mutuall war, 
 
 Love from that mass did leap ; 
 
 And what was but an heap 
 Rude and ungather'd — swift as thought was hurl'd 
 Into the beauty of an order'd world'. 
 
 (Poems, as before, p 290) 
 
 80. c. V. st. 27th, line 1st, page 167. ' piece out the lingring 
 day.' Nearly the same words occur in Purple 
 Island, c. i., st. 1st, line 4th : 
 
 " To paint the world, and piece the length'ning day." 
 
 So too John Hall of Durham, as before (p 26.) 
 
 " Come prethee come, wee'l now essay 
 To piece the scantnesse of the day, 
 Wee'l pluck the wheels from th' Chariot of the sun 
 That he may give 
 Us time to live 
 Till that our scene be done." 
 
 In like manner Beaumont's ' Psyche ', as before, c xx. 
 295: 
 
 " To piece up curtaL'd day with candle-light." 
 
232 ADDITIONAL NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS . 
 
 81. c. V. st. 28th, line 6th, page 168. ' tmne.' So Bp. 
 Hall, as hefore. (p 261.) 
 
 . . . . " the swoln hezzle at an alehouse fire, 
 That tuns in gallows to his bursten paunch." 
 
 82. c. V. st. 36th, line 1st, page 172. ' seeled eyes.' ' Seeled' 
 is a Hunting term = hooded. Randolph has 
 
 " pants like the sealed pigeon's eye." 
 
 (As hefore, p 36.) 
 
 Similarly Henry Delaune in ira-rpiKov twpov or a 
 Legacy to his Sons &c. (1657) 
 
 " As with a tow'ring strain, the strong-wing'd dove 
 Soars up aloft : when she is ceeled. — " (p 164.) 
 
 So too Sylvester's du-Bartae, as before : 
 
 " Now suddenly wide-open feel they might 
 Siel'd for their good — both souls and bodies sight." 
 
 (p 92.) G. 
 
a 
 
 li&at<rcie Cdajjg, 
 
flotc. 
 
 The following is the original (separate) title-page of the 
 Eclogues : 
 
 "PISCATORIE 
 E CLOGS, 
 
 AND 
 
 OTHER POET [CALL 
 
 MISCELLANIES. 
 
 By P. F. 
 
 [The small wood-cut of the University Printers usual 
 
 sign, with the legends Mine. Lvcem. et. Poevla sacra, and 
 
 Alma Mater Canta brigia. G.] 
 
 Printed by the Printers to the Universitle 
 of Cambridge. 1633. [4to.] " 
 
 Collation : Title-page and pp. 54. The ' Poeticall Mis- 
 cellanies ' will be found in their own place in Vol ITId. 
 The Eclogues form the first part of the second division 
 of the quarto of 1633. In a large-paper copy of the 
 volume preserved in the Library of the British Museum, 
 the Eclogues have certain delicately-engraved illustrations 
 after the manner in which Benlowes was wont variously 
 to adorn his own ' Theophila '. This particular copy was 
 a gift from Fletcher to Benlowes ( l Ex dono Authoris'J 
 and he has placed in it this couplet : 
 
 " Nee mare nee venti nee quod magis omnibus Angli 
 Horruimus Te tergeminus non fortior armis 
 
 Phinees ffletcher." 
 
 The book-plate of Benlowes is impressed (reverse) on 
 back of title-page. After title-page of the Eclogues, are 
 engraved Lines (illustrated), as follows ; 
 
NOTE. 235 
 
 Sun in centre 
 
 (a face) 
 Sunflower : Pansy : 
 
 Durus a Deo benevolus : Sunward, Beloved : 
 
 Anag. Edward Benlowes 
 
 Sun-warde beloved. 
 
 While Panses sunward look, that glorious Light 
 "With gentle beames ent'ring their purple bowers 
 Shedds there his Love and heat, and fair to sight 
 Prints his bright forme within their golden flowers. 
 Look in their leaves, and see begotten there 
 The sunne's lesse sonne glitt'ring in azure sphere. 
 
 So when from shades of superstitions night 
 Mine eye turn'd to the Sun, His heavnly powers 
 Stampt on my new-born spirit His image bright 
 And Love, Light, Life, into my bosome showers. 
 
 This difference : they in themselves 
 have moving, 
 
 But His sweet Love mee dead, 
 
 and senseless proving, 
 
 First love's and drawes to love, 
 
 Then loves my soule for loving. P. F. 
 
 On this cf. our Memoir, Vol I. p Ixxx — lxx^i — above 
 being more exactly given here, though dis e; arding arbi- 
 trary capitals. For other Illustrations see prefatory Note to 
 ' Poetical Miscellanies ' in Vol. III<J. and the Purple 
 Island in Vol. IVth. 
 
 Lord Woodhouslee (Tytler) edited and reprinted with 
 care, these ' Piscatory Eclogues ' &c, in a volume now 
 
236 NOTE. 
 
 somewhat uncommon. Its title-page is as follows : 'Pisca- 
 tory Eclogues with other Poetical Miscellanies of Phinehas 
 [sic] Fletcher. Illustrated with Notes, Critical and 
 Explanatory. [A drawing of a Fishing Party on the 
 water.] Edinburgh : Printed for A. Kincaid and W. 
 Creech and T. Cadell in the Strand, London '1771 : Intro- 
 duction pp 8 and pp 183 : at the end in 12 pages ' Poesies 
 by P. F. " I have culled a few of Woodhouselee's Notes, 
 being all worth-while. He deserves praise for his reprint : 
 but shews small knowledge of his Author e.g. in a brief 
 Memoir there are nearly as many blunders as lines. He 
 ascribes to our J Poet his father's 'De Literis' which he 
 miswrites ' De Literatis ', and describes it as a " small 
 prose work." Onward (p 25) in a foot-note he quotes from 
 "A Historical Dictionary of England and Wales " (1692) 
 and does not discern that the Writer confounds Giles the 
 father with his son Giles, to the utter confusion of the 
 whole. 
 
 These 'Eclogues', surcharged as they are with passion 
 at once of love and hate, are of rare though hitherto 
 overlooked biographic value, as shewn in our Memoir. 
 See. Vol. I., pp. lxxxi. — xcii. G. 
 
'A A I E Y T I K O' N , 
 
 flisuttcrrie (Eclogues. 
 
 (Eclogue i. 1 
 
 Amyntas. 
 
 T was the time faithfull Haley one, 2 
 Once more enjoying new-lived Ceyx bed, 
 Had left her young birds to the wavering 
 Sea, 
 Bidding him calm his proud white-curled head, 
 
 1 See Memoir (Vol. I., pp. xxxix. — liii. et alibi) for 
 allusions in this and subsequent Eclogues to the Poet's 
 father as Thelgon. G. 
 
 2 Eather A'cyone, daughter of Aeolus and Enarete : 
 married to Ceyx, and they were so happy that they pre- 
 sumed to call each other Zeus and Hera, for which Zeus 
 metamorphosed them into birds, the well-known ' king- 
 fishers.' Ovid Met xi., 410, &c. G. 
 
238 PISCATOBIE ECLOGUES. 
 
 And change his mountains to a champian lea ; T 
 The time when gentle Flora's lover 2 reignes, 
 Soft creeping all along green Neptune's smoothest 
 plains ; 
 
 2. 
 
 "When haplesse Thelgon 3 — a poore fisher-swain — 
 Came from his boat to tell the rocks his plaining : 
 In rocks he found, and the high-swelling main 
 More sense, more pitie farre, more love remaining, 
 Then in the great Amyntas fierce disdain : 
 
 Was not his peer for song'mong all the lads, 
 Whose shrilling 4 pipe or voice, the sea-born maiden 
 glads. 
 
 3. 
 
 About his head a rocky canopie, 
 And craggy hangings, round a shadow threw, 
 Rebutting Phoebus' parching fervencie ; 
 Into his bosome Zephyr softly flew ; 
 
 1 A plain = flat, open meadow. A calm ' green ' Sea 
 is vividly put before us hereby. G. 
 
 2 Zephyr. G. 
 
 3 = Dr. Giles Fletcher : see reference in Note 1 
 supra. G. 
 
 4 Piercing, sharp-toned. G. 
 
PISCATORIE ECLOGUES. 239 
 
 Hard by his feet the Sea came waving 1 by ; 
 The while to seas and rocks — poore swain ! — 
 he sang ; 
 The while the seas and rocks answ'ring, loud echoe 
 rang. 
 
 4. 
 
 You goodly Nymphs, that in your marble cell 
 In spending never spend your sportful! da yes, 
 Or when you list, 2 in pearled boats of shell 
 Glide on the dancing wave, that leaping playes 
 About the wanton skiffe ; and you that dwell 
 
 In Neptune's court, the Ocean's plenteous throng : 
 Deigne you to gently heare sad Thelgon's plaining 
 song. 
 
 5. 
 
 "When the raw blossome of my youth was yet 
 In my first childhood's green enclosure bound, 
 Of Aquadune I learnt to fold my net, 
 And spread the sail, and beat the river round, 
 And withy 3 labyrinths in straits to set, 
 
 1 = full of waves. G. 
 
 2 Choose. G. 
 
 3 Nets or ' traps ' made of ' withs ' : cf. Wright's Bible 
 Word-Book, as before. G. 
 
240 PISCATOBIE ECLOGUES. 
 
 And guide my boat, where Thames' and Isis' heire 
 By lowly 1 -5Ston slides 2 and Windsor proudly fair. 
 
 6. 
 
 There while our thinne nets dangling in the winde 
 Hung on our oars' tops, I learnt to sing : 
 Among my peers, apt words to fitly biiide 
 In numerous 3 verse ; witnesse thou crystal! spring, 4 
 
 1 = low-lying ' Eton,' where the Poet and his father 
 were first educated, and from whence they went to Cam- 
 bridge. G. 
 
 2 ' Slides ' and ' sliding ' as applied to water &c, is a 
 favourite with our Poets. It is found in Sir John Beau- 
 mont, as before : 
 
 " To gaze on sliding brookes. ..." (p. 101.) 
 Again : 
 
 " . . . . like a river sliding to the maine." (p. 120.) 
 Once more : 
 
 " . . . . Past the course of sliding houres." (p. 146.) G. 
 
 3 Fletcher uses this word repeatedly. It seems to 
 be = numbered, i.e. well numbered or musical verse. 
 Thus is it used in anonymous Verses prefixed to Ran- 
 dolph's 'Poems' (164S): 
 
 " . . . . make their verses dance on either hand 
 With numerous feet .... " 
 Cf. also Sir John Beaumont, as before : 
 
 " .... Spoke of Nature's workes in numbred lines." 
 
 (p. 130.) G. 
 
 4 Well or ' fountain ', and again cf. Wright, as supra, 
 and Virgil Bucol : Eclog. 5. G. 
 
PISCATORIE ECXOGTTES. 24 1 
 
 Where all the lads were pebles wont to finde ; 
 
 And you thick hasles, 1 that on Thamis' brink 
 Did oft with dallying boughs his silver waters 
 
 drink. 2 
 
 But when my tender youth 'gan fairly blow, 
 I chang'd large Thames for Chamus narrower seas ; 
 There as my yeares, so skill with yeares did grow : 
 And now my pipe the better sort did please ; 
 So that with Limnus and with Belgio 
 
 I durst to challenge all my fisher-peers, 
 That by learn' d Chamus banks did spend their 
 
 youthfull yeares. 
 
 8. 
 
 And Janus self, that oft with me compared, 
 With his oft losses rais'd my victory ; 
 
 8 Hazle-trees. G. 
 
 9 In the description of the fisher's youth and education 
 there is a remarkable similarity to some passages in the 
 12th Eclogue of Spenser's 'Shepherd's Calendar'. He 
 seems to have been an admirer, and frequently too an 
 imitator of that good poet : but where he has borrowed 
 his thoughts, there are none, T believe, who upon a com- 
 parison, will deny that he has improved on them. Lord 
 Woodhouselee, as before. G. 
 
 F 
 
342 PISCATOEIE ECLOGFES. 
 
 That afterward in song he never dared 
 Provoke my conquering pipe, but enviously 
 Deprave 1 the songs which first his songs had marred 
 
 And closely bite, when now he durst not bark, 
 Hating all others' light, because himself was dark. 
 
 9. 
 And whether nature, joyn'd with art, had wrought 
 
 me, 
 Or I too much beleev'd the fishers' praise ; 
 Or whether Phoebus self, or Muses taught me, 
 Too much enclin'd to verse, and musick-playes ; 
 So farre credulitic and youth had brought me, 
 
 I sang sad Telethusa's frustrate plaint, 
 And rustick Daphnis wrong, and magick's vain 
 
 restraint : 
 
 10. 
 
 And then appeas'd young Myrtilus, repining 
 At generall contempt of shepherd's life ; 
 
 1 Undervalue, depreciate. I may be permitted to refer 
 to the important bearing of the use of the word 'defame' 
 in rebutting Bishop Patrick's preposterous charge against 
 the Puritans of having corrupted Sibbes' ' Soul's Con- 
 flict ' See my Sibbes, Vol. I., pp. 290 — 293 and specially 
 page 292 c. G. 
 
MSCATORIE ECLOGTTES. 243 
 
 And rais'd my rime to sing of Richard's climbing; 
 And taught our Chame to end the old-bred strife, 
 Mythicus claim to Nicias resigning : L 
 
 The while his goodly Nymphs with song 
 
 delighted, 
 My notes with choicest flowers and garlands sweet 
 
 requited. 
 
 11. 
 
 From thence a Shepherd great, pleas' d with my 
 
 song, 
 Drew me to Basilissa's Courtly place : 
 Fair Basilissa, fairest maid among 
 The Nymphs that white-cliffe Albion's forrests 
 
 grace. 
 Her errand drove my slender bark along 
 
 1 See Memoir, as before, for the importance of these 
 allusions to his Father's poetry. I have since discovered 
 that in the British Museum copy of this volume, formerly 
 in the possession of W. Thompson of Oxfard, he has written 
 a note here to this effect : ' I have a vol. of Latin poems 
 in 4to in the author's own MSS. dedicated to ' Un- 
 fortunately the binder ha*s cut away what follows. But 
 here is additional confirmation of our argument in the 
 Memoir, inasmuch as Thompson recognized the MS. as in 
 the handwriting of Dr. Giles Fletcher. G. 
 
244 PISCATOBIE ECLOGUES. 
 
 The seas, which wash the fruitfull German's 
 land, 
 And-swelling Rhene, 1 whose wines run swiftly o're 
 the sand. 
 
 12. 
 
 But after-bold'ned with my first successe, 
 I durst assay the new-found paths, that led 
 To slavish Mosco's dullard sluggishnesse ; 
 Whose slothfull Sunne all "Winter keeps his bed, 
 But never sleeps in Summer's wakefulnesse : 
 
 Yet all for nought : another took the gain : 
 Faitour, 2 that reapt the pleasure of another's pain! 
 
 13. 
 
 And travelling along the Northern plains, 
 At her command I past the bounding Twead, 3 
 
 1 Rhine : usually spelled as here, by contemporaries 
 Rhene, e.g. Bishop Hall in his Satires, as before : 
 
 " The bordering Alps or else the neighbour Rhene." 
 
 (xii., 244.) 
 So Donne, as before : 
 
 " The sea receives the Rhene." .... (p. 72.) 
 Similarly in Psyche, as before : • 
 
 " Hydaspes, Tanais, Rhone, Rhene." . . . (ii. 238.) G. 
 
 2 = deceiver. G. 
 
 3 Tweed. G. 
 
PISCATOEIE ECLOGUES. 245 
 
 And liv'd a while with Caledonian swains : 
 My life with fair Amyntas there I led : 
 Amyntas fair, whom still my sore heart plains. 
 Yet seem'd he then to love, as he was loved ; 
 But (ah !) I fear, true love his high heart never 
 proved. 
 
 14. 
 
 And now he haunts th' infamous 1 woods and 
 
 downs, 
 And on Napsean Nymphs doth wholly dote : 
 What cares he for poore Thelgon's plaintfull 
 
 sounds ? 
 Thelgon, poore master of a poorer hoat. 2 
 Janus is crept from his wont prison-bounds, 
 And sits the porter to his eare and minde : 
 What hope, Amyntas' love, a fisher-swain should 
 
 finde ? 
 
 15. 
 
 Yet once he said, — which I, then fool, beleev'd — 
 (The woods of it, and Damon witnesse be !) 
 When in fair Albion's fields he first arriv'd : 
 
 1 Recalls Horace's infamea scopulos Acroceraunia : Od. 
 1. 3. 20. 
 
 2 Cf. Sannazar : Eel. 2. G. 
 
246 PISCATORIE ECLOGUES. 
 
 When I forget true Thelgon's love to me, 
 
 The love which ne're my certain hope deceiv'd : 
 
 The wavering Sea shall stand and rocks remove : 
 He said, and I beleev'd : so credulous is love. 
 
 16. 
 
 Tou steady rocks, why still do you stand still ? 
 You fleeting waves, why do you never stand ?* 
 Amyntas hath forgot his Thelgon's quill ; 
 His promise, and his love are writ in sand : 
 But rocks are firm, though Neptune rage his fill ; 
 When thou, Amyntas, like the fire-drake 2 
 
 rangest : 
 The Sea keeps on his course, when like the winde 
 
 thou changest. 
 
 17. 
 
 Yet as I swiftly sail'd the other day, 
 
 The setled rock seem'd from his seat remove, 
 
 And standing waves seem'd doubtfull of their way, 
 
 And by their stop thy wavering reprove : 
 
 Sure either this thou didst but mocking say, 
 
 Or else the rock and Sea had heard my plaining. 
 But thou (ay me !) art onely constant in disdaining. 
 
 1 Cf. Sicelides— Act m. sc. 6. G. 
 
 2 Swamp-meteor, or ignis fatuus: See Additional Notes 
 at end. G. 
 
PISCATORIE ECLOGUES. 247 
 
 18. 
 
 Ah ! would thou knew'st how much it better were 
 To 'bide among the simple fisher- swains : 
 No shrieching owl, no night-crow lodgeth here ; 
 Nor is our simple pleasure mixt with pains : 
 Our sports begin with the beginning yeare, 
 In calms to pull the leaping fish to land, 
 In roughs to sing, and dance along the golden 
 sand. 
 
 19. 
 
 I hare a pipe, which once thou loved' st well, 
 ("Was never pipe that gave a better sound !) 
 Which oft to heare fair Thetis from her cell, 
 Thetis the Queen of Seas, — attended round 
 With hundred Nymphs and many powers that 
 dwell 
 In th' Ocean's rocky walls, — came up to heare ; 
 And gave me gifts, which for thee lie hoarded here. 
 
 20. 
 
 Here with sweet bayes the lovely myrtils grow, 
 Where th' Ocean's fair cheekt maidens oft repair ; 
 Here to my pipe they dancen on a row : 
 No other swain may come to note their 1 fair ; 
 
 1 = they're, they are ? G. 
 
248 PISCATORIE ECLOGUES. 
 
 Yet my Ainyntas there with me shall go. 
 
 Proteus himself pipes to his flocks hereby, 
 Whom thou shalt heare, ne're seen by any jealouB 
 eye. 
 
 21. 
 
 But (ah !) both me and fishers he disdains, 
 While I sit piping to the gadding 1 winde, 
 Better that to the boysterous Sea complaines ; 
 Sooner fierce waves are moov'd then his hard mind 
 I'le to some rock farre frome our common mains ; 2 
 
 And in his bottome learn forget my smart, 
 And blot Amyntas' name from Thelgon's wretched 
 heart. 3 
 
 22. 
 
 So up he rose, and lanch't into the deep ; 
 Dividing with his oare the surging main, 
 Which dropping seem'd with teares his case to 
 
 weep ; 
 The whistling windes joyn'd with the Seas to plain, 
 And o're his boat in whines lamenting creep. 
 Nought feared he fierce Ocean's watry ire, 
 Who in his heart of grief and love felt equall fire. 
 
 1 ' Going a bout = canging. G. 
 
 2 Seas. G. 
 
 3 Cf. Theocritus : Idyll 3. G. 
 
PISCATORIE ECLOGUES. 249 
 
 (&t\0%KZ II. 1 
 
 THTRSIL. 
 Dorus, Myrtilus, Thomalin, Thirsil. 
 
 1. 
 
 Dorus. 
 
 YKTILL, why idle sit we on the shore ? 
 Since stormy windes, and waves' intestine 
 spite 
 
 Impatient rage of sail or bending oare ; 
 Sit "we and sing, while windes and waters fight ; 
 And carol lowd of love and love's delight. 
 
 2. 
 
 Myrtilus. 
 
 Dorus, ah rather stormy seas require 
 
 "With sadder song the tempest's rage deplore : 
 
 In calms let's sing of love and lovers' fire. 
 
 1 See our Memoir Vol I., lxxxi — lxxxviii for the bio- 
 graphic -worth of this Eclogue. I may repeat here that 
 ' Dorus ' is John Fletcher's — our Poet's cousin's name — for 
 Spenser. Thomalin re-appears later as 'Tomalin' in 
 Andrew Marvell. Cf the second of the Two Songs on the 
 Lord Fauconberg and the Lady Mary Cromwell wherein 
 the interlocutors are Hohbinol, Fhillis and Tomalin. G. 
 
250 PISCATORrE ECLOGUES. 
 
 Tell we how Thirsil late our seas forswore, 
 When forc't he left our Chame, and desert shore. 
 
 8. 
 
 Dorus. 
 
 Now as thou art a lad, repeat that lay ; 
 Myrtil, his songs more please my ravisht eare ,* 
 Then rumbling brooks that with the pebles play, 
 Then murmuring seas broke on the banks to heare, 
 Or windes on rocks their whistling voices teare. 2 
 
 4. 
 Myrtilu8. 
 
 Seest thou that rock, which hanging o're the main 
 Looks proudly down ? there as I under-lay, 
 Thirsil with Thomalin I heard complain, 
 Thomalin, (who now goes sighing all the day) 
 Who thus 'gan tempt his friend with Chamish 
 boyes to stay. 
 
 5. 
 
 Thomalin. 
 
 Thirsil, what wicked chance, or lucklesse 
 
 starre 
 From Chamus' streams removes thy boat and minde? 
 
 1 Cf. Virgil, Buc : Eel 5. G. 
 
 2 Cf. Gilss Fletchek, c. iii, 2. G. 
 
PISCATORIE ECLOGUES. 251 
 
 Farre hence thy boat is bound, thy minde more 
 
 farre ; 
 More sweet or fruitfull streames where canst thou 
 
 finde? 
 Where fisher-lads, or nymphs more fair, or kinde ? 
 The Muses' selves sit with the sliding Chame : 
 Chame and the Muses' selves do love thy name. 
 Where thou art lov'd so dear, so much to hate is 
 shame. 
 
 Tliirsil. 
 The Muses me forsake, not I the Muses ; 
 Thomalin, thou know'st how I them honour'd ever: 
 Not I my Chame, but me proud Chame refuses : 
 His froward spites my strong affections sever ; 
 Else, from his banks could I have parted never. 
 But like his swannes, when now their fate is 
 
 nigh, 1 
 Where singing sweet they liv'd, there dead 
 they lie ; 
 So would I gladly live, so would I gladly die. 
 
 1 Cf Ovid, Epist : 
 
 ' Sic ubi fata vocant, udis abjectus in herbis 
 Ad vada Meandri concinit albus olor ' 
 and Plato in Phasdon. Cf. Vol i. p cciii. G. 
 
252 PISCATOEIE ECLOGTTES. 
 
 7. 
 
 His stubborn hands my net hath broken quite : 
 My fish — the guerdon of my toil and pain — 
 He causelesse seaz'd, and with ungratefull spite 
 Bestow'd upon a lesse deserving swain : 
 The cost and labour mine, his all the gain. 
 
 My boat lies broke ; my oares crackt and gone : 
 Nought ha's he left me, but my pipe alone, 
 "Which with his sadder notes may help his master 
 moan. 
 
 8. 
 
 Thomalin. 
 Ungratefull Chame ! how oft thy Thirsil crown'd 
 With songs and garlands thy obscurer head 
 That now thy name through Albion loud doth 
 
 sound. 
 Ah foolish Chame ! who now in Thirsil's stead 
 Shall chant thy praise, since Thelgon's lately dead? 
 He whom thou lov'st, can neither sing, nor play; 
 His dusty pipe, scom'd, broke, is cast away : 
 Ah foolish Cbame ! who now shall grace thy 
 holy- day. 
 
 9. 
 
 Thirsil 
 Too fond my former hopes ! I still expected 
 With my desert his love should grow the more : 
 
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 111 can he love, who Thelgon's love rejected, 
 Thelgon, who more hath grac'd his graceless shore, 
 Then any swain who ever sang before. 
 
 Yet Gripus he prefer'd, when Thelgon strove : 
 I wish no other curse he ever prove ; 
 "Who Thelgon causelesse hates, still may he Gripus 
 love. 
 
 10. 
 
 ThomaUn. 
 
 Thirsil, but that so long I knew thee well, 
 I now should think thou speak'st of hate or spite : 
 Can such a wrong with Chame or Muses dwell, 
 That Thelgon's worth and love with hate they 
 'quite ? 
 
 Thirsil. 
 Thomalin, judge thou ; and thou that judgest 
 right, 
 Great King of Seas, (that grasp' st the Ocean) 
 
 heare, 
 If ever thou thy Thelgon lovedst deare : 
 Though thou forbear a while, yet long thou cans't 
 not bear. 
 
 11. 
 
 "When Thelgon here had spent his prentise-yeares, 
 Soon had he learnt to sing as sweet a note, 
 
254 PISCATORTE ECLOGTTES. 
 
 As ever strook the churlish Chamus eares : 
 
 To him the river gives a costly boat, 
 
 That on his waters he might safely float, 
 The songs reward, which oft unto his shore 
 He sweetly tun'd : Then arm'd with sail and 
 oare, 
 
 Dearely the gift he lov'd, but lov'd the giver more. 
 
 12. 
 
 Scarce of the boat he yet was full possest, 
 When, with a minde more changing then his wave, 
 Again bequeath' d it to a wand' ring guest, 
 Whom then he onely saw ; to him he gave 
 The sails and oares : in vain poore Thelgon strave, 
 The boat is under sail, no boot 1 to plain : 
 Then banishst him, the more to eke his pain, 
 As if himself were wrong' d and did not wrong 
 the swain. 
 
 13. 
 
 From thence he furrow'd many a churlish sea, 
 The viny Rhene 2 and Volgha's 3 self did passe, 
 Who sleds doth suffer on his watry lea, 
 And horses trampling on his ycie face : 
 
 1 ' No help for it '= remedy. G. 
 
 2 Khine, as before G. 3 Volga. G. 
 
PISCATORIE ECLOGUES. '2o5 
 
 Where Phcebus prison'd in the frozen glasse, 
 All Winter cannot move his quenched light, 
 Nor in the heat will drench his chariot bright : 
 
 Thereby the tedious yeare is all one day and night. 
 
 14. 
 
 Yet little thank and lesse reward he got : 
 He never learn' d to sooth the itching eare : 
 One day (as chanc't) he spies that painted boat, 
 Which once was his : though his of right it were, 
 He bought it now again, and bought it deare. 
 But Chame to Gripus gave it once again, 
 Gripus the basest and most dung-hil swain, 1 
 That ever drew a net or fisht in fruitfull main. 2 
 
 15. 
 
 Go now, ye fisher-boyes, go leam to play, 
 To play, and sing along your Chamus shore : 
 Go watch and toyl, go spend the night and day, 
 While windes and waves, while storms and tem- 
 pests roar; 
 And for your trade eonsume your life and store : 
 
 1 So Henry More, ('Philosophical Poems' 1647) 
 
 " Foul shame on him, quoth I, that shameful thought 
 Doth entertain within his dunghill breast." (p 307) G. • 
 
 2 Sea. G. 
 
256 PISCATOME ECLOGUES. 
 
 Lo your reward ; thus will your Chamus use 
 
 you. 
 Why should you plain, that lozel 1 swains refuse 
 
 you? 
 Chamus good fishers hates, the Muses selves 
 
 abuse you. 
 
 16. 
 
 Thomalin. 
 Ah Thelgon, poorest but the worthiest swain, 
 That ever grac't unworthy povertie ! 
 How ever here thou liv'dst in joylesse pain, 
 Prest down with grief and patient miserie ; 
 Yet shalt thou live when thy proud enemie 
 
 Shall rot, with scorn and base contempt opprest. 
 
 Sure now in joy thou safe and glad doth rest, 
 Smil'st at those eager foes, which here thee so 
 molest. 
 
 17. 
 
 Thirsil. 
 Thomalin, mourn not for him : he's sweetly 
 
 sleeping 
 In Neptune's court, whom here he sought to 
 
 please ? 
 
 1 ' Scoundrel', lewd. G. 
 
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 While humming 1 rivers by his cabin creeping, 
 Rock soft his slumbering thoughts in quiet ease : 
 Mourn for thy-self, here windes do never cease ; 
 Our dying life will better fit thy crying : 
 He softly sleeps, and blest is quiet lying. 
 "Who eve* living dies, he better lives by dying. 2 
 
 18. 
 
 Thomalin. 
 Can Thirsil then our Chame abandon ever? 
 And never will our fishers see again ? 
 
 Thirsil. 
 "Who 'gainst a raging stream doth vain endeavour 
 To drive his boat, gets labour for his pain : 
 "When fates command to go, to lagge is vain. 
 As late upon the shore I chan'ct to play, 
 I heard a voice, like thunder, lowdly say, 
 Thirsil, why idle liv'st ? Thirsil, away, away ! 
 
 19. 
 
 Thou God of Seas, Thy voice I gladly heare ; 
 Thy voice (Thy voice I know) I glad obey : 
 
 1 ' Strong ' = noisy or sounding. Cf Milton, P. K iv. 
 17. See our Essay, Vol. I p ccxcix. G. 
 
 2 Cf . ' Sicelides ' (Act. i., sc. 4) : " dies to vice ; thus 
 lives by dying.'' G. 
 0. 
 
258 PISCATORIE ECLOGUES. 
 
 Onely do Thou my wand' ring whirry 1 steer ; 
 
 And when it erres, (as it will eas'ly stray) 
 
 Upon The Rock with hopefull anchor stay. 
 
 There will I swimme, where's either sea or shore 
 Where never swain or boat was seen afore : 
 
 My trunk shall be my boat, my arm shall be my 
 oare.- 
 
 20. 
 
 Thomalin, me-thinks I heare thy speaking eye 
 
 Woo me my posting journey to delay : 
 
 But let thy love yeeld to necessitie : 
 
 With thee, my friend, too gladly would I stay, 
 
 And live and die : were Thomalin away, 
 
 (Though now I half unwilling leave his stream) 
 However Chame did Thirsil lightly deem, 
 
 1 Wherry =t>oat. G. 
 
 2 Good old Thomas Dugard, the friend of John Trapp 
 the Puritan Commentator, furnishes a quaint parallel to 
 this in his " Blind Eye Opened " (1641) "A sea- faring 
 man, though a tempest shatter his ship and the ocean 
 swallow his estate and with much adoe the oares of his 
 armes waft him to the shore, .is a man still." (pp 73, 74) 
 Henry More also, as hefore, says : 
 
 " To row with mine own arms in liquid skie 
 
 As oft men do in their deceiuing sleep." (p. 324.) G. 
 
PISCATOKIE ECLOGUES. 259 
 
 Yet would thy Thirsil lesse proud Chamus' scorns, 
 esteem. 
 
 21. 
 
 Thomalin. 
 Who now with Thomalin shall sit and sing ? ! 
 Who left to play in lovely myrtils' shade ? 
 Or tune sweet ditties to as sweet a string ? 
 Who now those wounds shall 'swage in covert 
 
 glade, 
 Sweet-hitter wounds which cruel love hath made ? 
 You fisher-hoyes and sea-maids dainty crue 
 Farewell ; for Thomalin will seek a new 
 And more respectful! stream : ungrateful! Chame 
 adieu ! 
 
 22. 
 
 Thirsil. 
 Thomalin, forsake not thou the fisher-swains, 
 Which hold thy stay and love at dearest rate : 
 Here may'st thou live among their sportfull trains, 
 Til! hetter times afford thee better state : 
 Then mayst thou follow well thy guiding fate : 
 
 So live thou here, with peace and quiet, blest ; 
 So let thy sweetest foe recure thy wounded breast. 
 
 1 Cf. Virgil, Buc. Eel. 9. G. 
 
260 PISCATOBIE ECLOGUES. 
 
 23. 
 
 But thou, proud Chame, -which thus hast wrought 
 
 me spite, 
 Some greater river drown thy hatefull name : 
 Let never myrtle on thy banks delight, 
 But willows pale, the badge of spite and blame, 
 Crown thy ungrateful! shores with scorn and 
 shame. 
 Let dirt and mud thy lazie waters seise, 
 Thy weeds still grow, thy waters still decrease : 
 Nor let thy wretched love to Gripus ever cease. 
 
 24. 
 
 Farewell ye streames, which once I loved deare : 
 Farewell ye boyes, which on your Chame do 
 
 float; 
 Muses, farewell, if there be Muses here ; 
 Farewell my nets, farewell my little boat : 
 Come sadder pipe, farewell my merry note : 
 
 My Thomalin, with thee all sweetnesse dwell ; 
 
 Think of thy Thirsil, Thirsil loves thee well. 
 Thomalin, my dearest deare, my Thomalin, fare- 
 well. 1 
 
 1 Cf. Theocritus, Idyll 1, and Virgil, Buc. Eel. 1. G. 
 
PISCATORIE ECLOGTTES. 261 
 
 25. 
 
 Dorm. 
 
 Ah haplesse boy, the fishers' joy and pride ! 
 Ah wo is us we cannot help thy wo ! 
 Our pity vain : ill may that swain betide, 
 Whose undeserved spite hath wrong' d thee so, 
 Thirsil, with thee our joy and wishes go. 
 
 26. 
 
 Myrtilus. 
 Dorus, some greater power prevents thy curse : 
 So vile, so basely lives that hatefull swain ; 
 So base, so vile, that none can wish him worse. 
 But Thirsil much a better state doth gain, 
 For never will he finde so thanklesse main. 1 
 
 1 'Sea' a. 
 
262 PISCATORIK ECLOGUES. 
 
 (Eclogue in. 
 
 MYRTILUS. 
 
 Fisher-lad (no higher dares he look) 
 Myrtil, fast down by silver Medwaye's 
 shore : 
 
 His dangling nets (hung on the trembling oare) 
 Had leave to play : so had his idle hook, 
 While madding 1 windes the madder Ocean shook. 
 Of Chamus had he leamt to pipe and sing, 
 And frame low ditties to his humble stiing. 
 
 2. 
 
 • There as his boat late in the river stray M, 
 A friendly fisher brought the boy to view 
 Cselia the fair, whose lovely beauties drew 
 His heart from him into that heavn'ly maid : 
 There all his wandring thoughts, there now they 
 staid. 
 
 All other fairs, all other love defies, 
 
 In Caelia he lives, for Cselia dies. 
 
 1 ' To run madly ' or furiously : Cf Milton, P.L. vi. 
 210 G. 
 
PISCATOKIE ECLOGUES. 263 
 
 Nor durst the coward woo his high desiring, 
 (For low he was, lower himself accounts ; 
 And she the highest height in worth surmounts) 
 And sits alone in Hell, his Heav'n admiring, 
 And thinks with sighs to fanne, but blows his 
 firing. 
 
 Nor does he strive to cure his painfull wound ; 
 
 For till this sicknesse never was he sound. 
 
 His blubber' d face was temper' d to the day ; 
 
 All sad he look't, that sure all was not well ; 
 
 Deep in his heart was hid an heav'nly hell ; 
 
 Thick clouds upon his watrie eye-brows lay, 
 
 Which melting showre and showring never stay 
 So sitting clown upon the sandy plain, 
 Thus 'gan he vent his grief and hidden pain. 
 
 You sea-born maids that in the Ocean reigne, 
 
 (If in your courts is known Love's matchlesse 
 
 power, 
 Kindling his fire in your cold watry bower) 
 Learn by your own to pity others pain. 
 Trypkon, that know'st a thousand herbs in vain, 
 
264 PISCATOKIE ECLOGUES. 
 
 "But know'st not one to cure a love-sick heart, 1 
 See here a wound that farrc outgoes thy art. 
 
 Tour stately Seas (perhaps with Love's fire) glow, 
 
 And over-seeth their banks with spi-inging tide ; 
 
 Mustring their white-plum'd waves with lordly 
 pride, 
 
 They soon retire, and lay their curl'd heads low ; 
 
 So sinking in themselves they backward go. 
 But in my breast full seas of grief remain, 
 Which ever flow and never ebbe again. 
 
 How well, fair Thetis, in thy glasse I see, 
 As in a crystal, all my raging pains ! 
 Late thy green fields slept in their even plains, 
 "While smiling heav'ns spread round a canopie : 
 Now tost with blasts and civil ennritie, 
 
 While whistling windes blow trumpets to their 
 
 fight, 
 And roaring waves, as drummes, whet on their 
 spite. 
 
 1 Herbarum subjecta potentia nobis : 
 
 Hei mibi, quod nulHs amor est medicabilis berbis. 
 
 Ovid, Met : Apoll. et Daph. G. 
 
PISCATORIE ECLOGUtS. 265 
 
 Such cruel stormes my restles heart command : 
 Late thousand joyes securely lodged there, 
 Ne fear'd I then to care, ne car'd to fear ; 
 But pull'd the prison'd fishes to the land, 
 Or (spite of windes) pip't on the golden sand : 
 
 But since Love sway'd my breast, these Seas 
 alarms 
 
 Are but dead pictures of my raging harms. 
 
 9. 
 
 Love stirres desire ; desire like stormy winde, 
 Blows up high-swelling waves of hope and fear : 
 Hope on his top my trembling heart doth bear 
 TJp to my heav'n, but straight my lofty minde 
 By fear sunk in despair deep drown' d I finde. 
 
 But (ah!) your tempests cannot last for ever; 
 
 But (ah !) my storms (I fear) will leave me 
 never. 
 
 10. 
 
 Haples 1 and fond ! 2 too fond, more haples swain, 
 "Who lovest where th' art scorn' d, scorn' st where 
 
 th' art loved : 
 Or learn to hate, where thou hast hatred proved ; 
 
 1 Hapless. G. 2 Foolish. G. 
 
266 PISCATOBIE ECLOGUES. 
 
 Or learn to love, where thou art lov'd again : 
 Ah cease to love or cease to woo thy pain. 
 Thy love thus scorn' d is Hell : do not so earn it, 
 At least learn by forgetting to unlearn it. 
 
 11. 
 
 Ah fond, and haples swain ! how much more fond, 
 How can'st unlearn by learning to forget it, 
 When thought of what thou should'st unlearn 
 
 does whet it, 
 And surer ties thy minde in captive bond ? 
 Can'st thou unlearn a ditty thou hast con'd ? 
 Can'st thou forget a song by oft repeating? 
 Thus much more wilt thou learn by thy for- 
 getting. 1 
 
 12. 
 
 Haplesse and fond ! most fond, most haplesse swain 
 Seeing thy rooted love will leave thee never, 
 (She hates thy love) love thou her hate for ever : 
 In vain thou hop'st, hope yet, though still in vain . 
 Joy in thy grief and triumph in thy pain : 
 And though reward exceedeth thy aspiring, 
 Live in her love and die in her admiring. 
 
 13. 
 Fair-cruel maid, most cruel, fairer ever, 
 
 1 Cf. Sicelides, Act n., se. 2, and Act i., sc. 4. G. 
 
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 How hath foul rigour stol'n into thy heart ? 
 
 And on a comick stage hath learnt the 1 art 
 
 To play a tyrant-tragical deceiver ? 
 
 To promise mercy, hut perform it never ? 
 
 To look more sweet, mask't in thy looks' disguise, 
 Then Mercy' [s] self can look with Pitie's eyes? 
 
 14. 
 
 "Who taught thy honied tongue the cunning slight, 2 
 To melt the ravisht eare with musick's strains ? 
 And charm the sense with thousand pleasing pains ; 
 And yet, like thunder roll'd in flames and night, 
 To break the rived heart with fear and fright ? 
 How rules therein thy breast so quiet state, 
 Spite leagu'd with Mercy, Love with loveless 
 Hate? 
 
 15. 
 
 Ah no, fair Ccelia, in thy sunne-like eye 
 
 Heav'n sweetly smiles ; those starres' soft loving 
 
 fire, 
 And living heat, not burning flames inspire : 
 Love's self enthron'd in thy brow's ivorie, 
 And every grace in heaven's liverie : 
 
 My wants, not thine, me in despairing drown : 
 When Hell presumes, no niar'l if Heavens frown. 
 
 1 Misprinted ' thee '. G 2 Sleight : craft G. 
 
268 PISCATORIE ECLOGUES. 
 
 16. 
 
 Those graceful! tunes, issuing from glorious 
 
 spheares, 
 Ravish the eare and soul with strange delight , 
 And with sweet nectar fill the thirsty sprite ; 
 Thy honied tongue, charming the melted eares, 
 Stills stormy hearts, and quiets frights and fears : 
 My daring heart provokes thee ; and no wonder, 
 "When Earth so high aspires, if heavens thunder. 
 
 17. 
 
 See, see, fair Coelia, Seas are calmly laid, 1 
 And end their boisterous threats in quiet peace ; 
 The waves their drummes, the windes their trum- 
 pets cease : 
 But my sick love (ah love full ill apayd !) 
 Never can hope his stormes may be allay'd ; 
 But giving to his rage no end or leisure, 
 Still restles rests : Love knows no mean or mea- 
 sure. 
 
 18. 
 
 Fond boy, she justly scorns thy proud desire, 
 "While thou with singing would' st forget thy pain ; 
 
 1 Cf. Theocritus, Idyll. 2. G. 
 
PISCATOEIE ECLOGUES. 269 
 
 Go strive to empty the still -flowing main : 
 Go fuell seek to quench thy growing fire : 
 Ah foolish hoy ! scorn is thy musick's hire. 
 
 Drown then these flames in seas : but (ah !) I fear 
 To fire the main, and to want water there. 
 
 19. 
 
 There first thy Heav'n I saw, there felt my Hell ; 
 There smooth-calm seas rais'd storms of fierce 
 
 desires ; 
 There cooling waters kindled burning fires, 
 Nor can the Ocean quench them : in thy cell 
 Full stor'd with pleasures, all thy pleasures fell. 
 Die then, fond lad : ah, well my death may 
 
 please thee : 
 But love, (thy love,) not life, not death, must 
 ease me. 
 
 20. 
 
 So down he swowning sinks ; nor can remove, 
 Till fisher-boyes (fond fisher-boyes) revive him, 
 And back again his life and loving give him : 
 But he such wofull gift doth much reprove : 
 Hopelesse his life, for hopelesse is his love. 
 
 Go then, most loving, but most dolefull swain : 
 "Well may I pitie ; she must cure thy pain. 
 
270 PISCATORIE ECLOGUES. 
 
 (Eclogue iv. 
 
 CHROMIS. 
 Thelgon. Chromis. 
 
 HROHIS my joy, why drop thy rainic eyes? 
 And sullen clouds hang on thy heavie brow? 
 Seems that thy net is rent, and idle lies ; 
 Thy merry pipe hangs broken on a bough : 
 
 But late thy time in hundred joyesthou spent'st ; 
 Now Time spends thee, while thou in vain 
 lament' st. 
 
 2. 
 
 Chromis. 
 Thelgon, my pipe is whole, and nets are new : 
 But nets and pipe contemn' d, and idle lie : 
 My little reed, that late so merry blew, 
 Tunes sad notes to his master's miserie : 
 Time is my foe, and hates my rugged rimes : 
 And I as much hate both that hate, and Time's. 
 
 Thelgon. 
 "What is it then that causeth thy unrest ? 
 Or wicked charms? or love's new-kindled fire? 
 
PISCATOBIE ECTOGTTES. 271 
 
 Ah ! much I fear Love eats thy tender breast ; 
 
 Too well I know his never quenched ire 
 Since I Amyntas lov'd, who me disdains, 
 And loves in me nought but my grief and pains. 
 
 4. 
 
 Chromis. 
 
 Kb lack of love did ever breed my smart : 
 I onely leam'd to pity others' pain, 
 And ward my breast from his deceiving art : 
 But one I love, and he loves me again : 
 In love this onely is my greatest sore, 
 He loves so much, and I can love no more. 
 
 But when the fisher's trade, once highly priz'd, 
 And justly honour' d in those better times, 
 By every lozeP-groom I see despis'd ; 
 No marvel if I hate my jocond rimes, 
 And hang my pipe upon a willow bough : 
 Might I grieve ever, if I grieve not now ? 
 
 6. 
 Thelgon. 
 
 Ah foolish boy ! why should' st thou so lament 
 To be like him, whom thou dost like so well ? 
 
 1 ' Scoundrel ' ' lewd ' as before. G. 
 
272 PISCATORIE ECLOGXTE8. 
 
 The Prince of fishers thousand tortures rent. 
 
 To Hcav'n, lad, thou art hound ; the way by Hell. 
 Would' st thou ador'd, and great and merry he, 
 When He was mock't, debas'd, and dead for thee ? 
 
 7. 
 
 Mens scorns should rather joy then sorrow move ; 
 For then thou highest art, when thou art down. 
 Their storms of hate should more blow up my 
 
 love ; 
 Their laughter's my applause, their mocks my 
 crown. 
 Sorrow for Him, and shame let me betide, 
 Who for me wretch, in shame and sorrow, died. 
 
 8. 
 
 Chromis. 
 
 Thelgon 'tis not my self for whom I plain, 
 My private losse full easy could I bear, 
 If private losse might help the publick gain : 
 But who can blame my grief or chide my fear, 
 Since now the fisher's trade and honour'd name 
 Is made the common badge of scorn and shame ? 
 
 9. 
 Little know they the fisher's toilsome pain, 
 
JTSCATORIE ECLOGUES. 27$ 
 
 Whose laboiu' with his age, still growing, spends 
 
 not : 
 His care and watchings (oft mispent in vain) 
 The early mom begins, dark evening ends not. 
 Too foolish men, that think all labour stands 
 In travell of the feet and tired hands ! 
 
 10. 
 
 Ah wretched fishers ! bom to hate and strife ; 
 
 To others good but to your rape and spoil ! 
 
 This is the briefest summe of fisher's life, 
 
 To sweat, to freeze, to watch, to fast, to toil, 
 Hated to love, to live despis'd, forlorn, 
 A sorrow to himself, all others scorn, 
 
 11. 
 
 Tlielgon. 
 
 Too well I know the fisher's thanklesse pain, 
 Yet bear it cheerfully, nor dare repine. 
 To grudge at losse is fond, 1 (too fond and vain) 
 "When highest causes justly it assigne. 
 
 "Who bites the stone, and yet the dog eondemnes, 
 Much worse is then the beast he so contemnes. 
 
 12. 
 
 Chromis, how many fishers dost thou know 
 
 1 Foolish, as before. G. 
 
274 PISCATORTE ECLOGUES. 
 
 That rule their boats and use their nets aright ? 
 That neither winde nor time nor tide, foreslow ? 
 Such some have been but (ah !) by tempests' spite 
 Their boats are lost ; while we may sit and 
 
 moan, 
 That few were such, and now those few are 
 none. 
 
 13. 
 Chromis. 
 Ah cruel spite, and spitcfull crueltie, 
 That thus hath robb'd our joy, and desert shore ! 
 No more our seas shall heare your melodie ; 
 Your songs and shrilling 1 pipes shall sound no 
 more 
 Silent our shores, our Seas ai*e vacant quite, 
 Ah spitefull crueltie, and cruel spite ! 
 
 14. 
 
 Tlielgon. 
 Instead of these a crue of idle grooms, 
 Idle and bold, that never saw the Seas, 
 Fearlesse succeed, and fill their empty rooms : 
 Some lazy live, bathing in wealth and ease : 
 Their floating boats with waves have leave to 
 
 play, 
 Their rusty hooks all yeare keep holy-day. 
 
 1 Piercing, as before. G 
 
PISCATORIE ECLOGUES. Tib 
 
 15. 
 
 Here stray their skiffes, themselves are never here, 
 Ne'er saw their boats : mought they fishers be : 
 Mean time some wanton boy the boat doth steer, 
 (Poor boat the while !) that cares as much as he : 
 Who in a brook a whirry l cannot row, 
 Now backs the Seas, before the Seas he know. 
 
 16. 
 
 Chromis. 
 Ah foolish lads, that think with waves to play, 
 And rule rough Seas, which never knew command ! 
 First in some river thy new skill assay, 
 Til time and practice teach thy weakly hand : 
 A thin, thin plank keeps in thy vitall breath : 
 Death ready waits. Fond boyes, to play with 
 death ! 
 
 17. 
 
 Thelgon. 
 Some stretching in their boats, supinely sleep, 
 Seasons in vain recall' d, and windes neglecting : 
 Otbers their hooks and baits in poison steep, 
 Neptune himself with dreadful drugges infecting 
 
 1 Wherry boat, as before. G. 
 
276 PISCATORFE ECLOGUES. 
 
 The fish their life and death together drink, 
 And dead pollute the seas with venom' d stink. 
 
 18. 
 
 Some teach to work, but have no hands to row : 
 Some will be eyes, but have no light to see : 
 Some will be guides, but have no feet to go : 
 Some deaf, yet eares ; some dumbe, yet tongues 
 will be : 
 Dumbe, deafe, lame, blinde, and maim'd ; yet 
 
 fishers all : 
 Fit for no use, but store an hospital. 
 
 19. 
 
 Some greater, scorning now their narrow boat, 
 In mighty hulks and ships (like courts) do dwell ; 
 Slaving the skifFes that in their Seas do float ; 
 Their silken sails with windes do proudly swell : 
 
 Their narrow bottoms stretch they large and 
 wide, 
 
 And make full room for luxurie and pride. 
 
 20. 
 
 Self did T see a swain not long ago, 
 "Whose lordly ship kept all the rest in aw : 
 About him thousand ships do waiting row ; 
 His frownes are death, his word is firmest law ; 
 
PISCATORIE ECLOGUES. 277 
 
 While all the fisher-boyes their bonnets vail, * 
 And farre adore their lord with strueken 1 sail. 
 
 21. 
 
 His eare is shut to simple fisher swain. 
 
 For Gemma's self (a sea-nymph great and high) 
 
 Upon his boat attended long in vain : 
 
 What hope, poore fisher-boy may come him nigh ? 
 
 His speech to her and presence he denied. 
 
 Had Neptune come, Neptune he had defied. 
 
 22. 
 
 Where Tyber's 2 swelling waves his banks o'reflow, 
 There princely fishers dwell in courtly halls : 
 The trade they scom, their hands forget to row ; 
 Their trade, to plot their rising, others falls ; 
 Into their Seas to draw the lesser brooks, 
 And fish for steeples high with golden hooks. 
 
 23. 
 
 Chromis. 
 
 Thelgon how canst thou well that fisher blame, 
 
 Who in his art so highly doth excell, 
 
 That with himself can raise the fisher's name ? 
 
 1 So the word is spelled in Purple Island, c. i., st. 
 82. G. 2 Tiber. G. 
 
278 PISCATOEIE ECLOGUES. 
 
 "Well may he thrive, that spends his art so well. 
 Ah, little needs their honour to depresse : 
 Little it is ; yet most would have it lesse. 
 
 24. 
 
 Thelgon. 
 
 Alas poore boy! thy shallow-swimming sight 
 Can never dive into their deepest art ; 
 Those silken shews so dimme thy dazel'd sight. 
 Could' st thou unmask their pomp, unbreast their 
 heart, 
 
 How would'st thou laugh at this rich beggerie ! 
 
 And learn to hate such happy misery ! 
 
 25. 
 
 Panting Ambition spurres their tired breast: 
 
 Hope chain'd to Doubt, Fear linkt to Pride and 
 Threat, 
 
 (Two 1 ill yok't pairs !) give them no time to rest ; 
 
 Tyrants to lesser boats, slaves to the great. 
 That man I rather pity then adore, 
 "Who fear'd by others much, fears others more. 
 
 26. 
 
 Most cursed town, where but one tyrant reignes : 
 (Though lesse his single rage on many spent) 
 
 1 Misprinted ' too. G. 
 
PISCATORIE ECLOGUES. 279 
 
 But much more miserie that soul remains, 
 When many tyrants in one heart are pent : 
 
 When thus thou serv'st, the comfort thou can'st 
 have 
 
 From greatnesse is, thou art a greater slave. 
 
 27. 
 
 Chromis. 
 
 Ah wretched swains, that live in fishers' trade ; 
 
 With inward griefs and outward wants distressed ; 
 
 While eveiy day doth more your sorrow lade ; 
 
 By others scorn'd and hy yourselves oppressed ! 
 The great the greater serve, the lesser these : 
 Aud all their art is how to rise and please. 
 
 28. 
 
 Tlielgon. 
 Those fisher-swains from whom our trade doth 
 
 flow, 
 That by the King of Seas their skill was taught ; 
 As they their boats on Jordan wave did row, 
 And catching fish, were by a Fisher caught ; 
 (Ah blessed chance ! much better was the trade, 
 That being fishers, thus were fishes made. 1 ) 
 
 1 Cf. Apollyonists c iii. st. 21st and relative note. Gr. 
 
280 PISCATORIE ECLOGUES. 
 
 29. 
 
 Those happy swains, in outward shew unblest, 
 
 "Were scourg'd, were scom'd ; yet was this losse 
 their gain : 
 
 By land, by sea, in life, in death, distrest ; 
 
 But now with King of Seas securely reigne : 
 
 For that short wo in this base earthly dwelling, 
 Enjoying joy all excellence excelling. 
 
 30. 
 
 Then do not thou, my boy, cast down thy minde, 
 But seek to please with all thy busie care 
 The King of Seas ; so shalt thou surely finde 
 Best, quiet, joy, in all this troublous fare. 
 Let not thy net, thy hook, thy singing cease : 
 And pray these tempests may be turn'd to 
 peace. 
 
 31. 
 
 Oh Prince of waters, Soveraigne of seas, 
 
 "Whom stormes and calms, "Whom windes and 
 
 waves obey ; 
 If ever that great Fisher did Thee please, 
 Chide Thou the windes, the furious waves allay : 
 So on Thy shore the fisher-boys shall sing 
 Sweet songs of peace to our sweet peace's King. 
 
PISCATOBLK ECLOGUES. 281 
 
 (Edcgue v. 
 
 NIOEA. 
 Damon, Algon, Niccea. 
 HE well known fisher-boy, that late his 
 
 And place, and (ah for pity !) mirth had 
 changed ; 
 Which from the Muse's spring 1 and churlish 
 
 Chame 
 Was fled, (his glory late, but now his shame : 
 For he with spite the gentle boy estranged) 
 Now 'long the Trent with his new-fellows ranged : 
 There Damon (friendly Damon) met the boy, 
 Where lordly Trent kisses the Darwin coy, 
 Bathing his liquid streams in lovers' melting joy. 
 
 2. 
 
 Damon. 
 
 Algon, what lucklesse starre thy mirth hath 
 
 blasted ? 
 My joy, in thee, and thou in sorrow drown'd. 
 The yeare with Winter-storms all rent and wasted 
 Hath now^fresh youth and gentler Seasons tasted : 
 
 1 Well, fountain, as before. G. 
 
282 PISCATOEIE ECLOGUES. 
 
 The warmer sunne his bride hath newly gown'd, 
 With fine arms clipping the wanton ground, 
 And gets an heav'n on earth : that primrose 
 
 there, 
 Which 'mongst those violets sheds his golden 
 hair, 
 Seems the sunnes little sonne, fixt in his azure 
 spheare. 1 
 
 3. 
 
 See'st how the dancing lambes on flowrie hanks 
 Forget their food, to minde their sweeter play ? 
 
 1 Cf. Lines to Benlowes in prefatory Note, ante and 
 Purple Island, c. I., st. 45th. See also Essay, Vol. I p. 
 celxxiii. In addition I give here from Dr. Donxe, (Poems 
 1650) a double parallel to the text. Of " The primrose, 
 being at Montgomery Castle, upon the hill upon whichit 
 is situate " we have this : 
 
 " Upon this primrose hill 
 Where, if Heaven would distill 
 A showre of raine, each severall drop might goe 
 To his owne primrose, and grow manna so: 
 And where their form, and their infinitie 
 Make a terrestiall Galaxie." (p 51.) 
 Again of ' sun ' and ' son ' in the last line on the Ascen- 
 sion: 
 
 " Salute the last and ever lasting day 
 Joy at the uprising of the Sunne and Sonne " 
 (p 316) G. 
 
PISCATOBIE ECIOGTJES. 283 
 
 See'st how they skip, and in their wanton pranks 
 Bound o'er the hillocks, set in sportfull ranks ? 
 They skip, they vault ; full little caren they 
 To make their milkie mother's hleating stay. 
 See'st how the salmons (water's colder nation) 
 Lately arriv'd from their sea-navigation, 
 How joy leaps in their heart, shewn 1 by their 
 leaping fashion ? 
 
 What witch enchants thy minde with sullen mad- 
 
 nes ? 
 
 "When all things smile, thou only sitt'st com- 
 plaining. 
 
 Algon. 
 
 Damon, I, only I, have cause of sadnesse : 
 The more my wo, to weep in common gladnesse : 
 "When all eyes shine, mine only must be raining ; 
 No "Winter now, but in my breast, remaining : 
 Yet feels this breast a Summer's burning fever : 
 
 2 Misprinted ' shew ' G. 
 
 3 Lord Woodhouselee, as before, here quotes Auson- 
 ius 
 
 " Nee tu puniceo rutilantem viscere, Salmo, 
 Transeirim, latse cujus vaga verbera caudae 
 Gurgite de medio surnmas referuntur in undas." G. 
 
284 PISCATORIE ECLOGT7ES. 
 
 And yet (alas !) my "Winter thaweth never : 
 And yet (alas) this fire eats and consumes me ever. 
 
 Damon. 
 "Within our Darwin in her rockie cell 
 A nymph there lives, which thousand boys hath 
 
 harni'd ; 
 All as she gliding rides the boats of shell, 
 Darting her eye (where Spite and Beauty dwell : 
 Ah me that Spite with Beautie should be arm'd!) 
 Her witching eye the boy and boat hath charm'd. 
 No sooner drinks he down that poisonous eye, 
 But mourns and pines : (ah piteous crucltie !) 
 "With her he longs to live ; for her he longs to die. 1 
 
 6. 
 
 Algon. 
 Damon, what Tryphon taught thine eye the art 
 By these few signes to search so soon, so well, 
 A wound deep hid , deep in my fester'd heart. 
 Pierc't by her eye, Love's and Death's pleasing 
 
 dart ? 
 Ah, she it is, an earthly Heav'n and Hell, 
 
 1 Cf. Purple Island c vii. 25. G. 
 
PISCATORIE ECLOGUES. 285 
 
 "Who thus hath charm'cl my heart with sug'red spell. 
 
 Ease thou my wound : but (ah !) what hand can 
 ease, 
 
 Or give a medicine that such wound may please ? 
 When she my sole physician is my soul's disease ? 
 
 7. 
 
 Damon. 
 Poore boy ! the wounds which Spite and Love 
 
 impart, 
 There is no ward to fence, no herb to ease. 
 Heav'ns circling folds lie open to his dart : 
 Hell's Lethe's self cools not his burning smart : 
 The fishes cold, flame with this strong disease, 
 And want their water in the mid'st of seas : 
 
 All are his slaves, Hell, Earth, and Heav'n above : 
 Strive not i' th' net, in vain thy force to prove : 
 Give, woo, sigh, weep, and pray : Love's only 
 cur'd by love. 1 
 
 1 Love. Cf. Rutter's ' Shepheard's Holyday' (1635) : 
 " Beleeve Mirtillus never any love 
 "Was bought with other price then love alone, 
 Since nothing is more precious then itselfe, 
 It being the purest abstract of that fire, 
 Which wise Prometheus first indu'd us with 
 And he must love that would be lov'd againe." 
 (Act. I. sc. 2) G 
 
286 PISCATORIE ECLOGUES. 
 
 8. 
 
 Algon. 
 If for thy love no other cure there be 
 Love, thou art cureles : gifts, prayers, vows, and 
 
 art : 
 She scorns both you and me : nay Love, e'en thee : 
 Thou sigh'st her prisoner, while she laughs as free. 
 "What-ever charms might move a gentle heart, 
 I oft have try'd and show'd the earnfull 1 smart, 
 "Which eats my breast : she laughs at all my 
 
 pain : 
 Art, prayers, vows, gifts, love, grief, she does 
 disdain : 
 Grief, love, gifts, vows, prayers, art; ye all are 
 spent in vain. 
 
 9. 
 
 Damon. 
 
 Algon, oft hast thou fish't, but sped not straight ; 
 With hook and net thou beat'st the water round : 
 
 1 =yearnfull i. e. sad, lamentable. Todd in his edn. 
 of Johnson says that ' earnful ' is a Kentish provincialism, 
 which explains our Poet's use of it. Halliwell s. v. gives 
 it as used in Sussex. Grose also assigns it to Kent 
 ('Provincial Glossary'). See further, Ray's South and East 
 Country Words p 65, edn. 1674. G. 
 
PISCATORIE ECLOGUES. 287 
 
 Oft-times the place thou changest, oft the bait ; 
 And catching nothing still, and still dost wait : 
 Learn by thy trade to cure thee : Time hath found 
 In desp'rate cures a salve for every wound. 
 The fish long playing with the baited hook, 
 At last is caught : thus many a nymph is took ; 
 Mocking the strokes of Love is with her striking 
 strook. 
 
 10. 
 
 Algon. 
 
 The marble's self is pierc't with drops of rain : 
 
 Fires soften steel and hardest metals try : 
 
 But she more hard than both : such her disdain, 
 
 That seas of tears, iEtnas of love are vain. 
 
 In her strange heart (weep I, burn, pine, or die) 
 
 Still reignes a cold, coy, carelesse apathie. 
 
 The rock that bears her name, 1 breeds that hard 
 stone 
 
 "With goat's bloud onely softned, she with none : 
 More precious she, and (ah !) more hard then dia- 
 mond. 
 
 11. 
 That rock I think her mother : thence she took 
 Her name and nature. Damon, Damon, see, 
 
 1 Nicea G. 
 
288 PISCATORIE ECLOGUES. 
 
 See where she comes, arm'd with a line and hook : 
 Tell me, perhaps thou think' st, in that sweet look, 
 The white is Beautie's native tapestrie ; 
 'Tis crystall (friend) y'cd 1 in the frozen Sea : 
 The red is rubies ; these two joyn'd in one, 
 Make up that beauteous frame : the difference 
 none 
 But this ; she is a precious, living, speaking stone. 
 
 12. 
 
 Damon. 
 
 No gemme so costly, but with cost is bought : 
 The hardest stone is cut, and fram'd by art : 
 A diamond hid in rocks is found, if sought : 
 Be she a diamond, a diamond's wrought. 
 Thy fear congeales, thy fainting steels, her heart. 
 I'le be thy captain, boy, and take thy part : 
 
 Alcides' self would never combat two. 
 
 Take courage Algon ; I will teach thee woo. 
 Cold beggars freez our gifts : thy faint suit breeds 
 her no. 
 
 13. 
 
 Speak to her, boy. Al. Love is more deaf then 
 blinde. 
 
 1 Iced = frozen. G. 
 
PISCATORIE ECLOGUES. 289 
 
 Bam. She must be woo'd. Al. Love's tongue is 
 
 in the eyes. 
 Bam. Speech is Love's dart. Al. Silence best 
 
 speaks the minde. 
 Bam. Her eye invites. Al. Thence love and 
 
 death I finde. 
 Bam. Her smiles speak peace. Al. Storms breed 
 
 in smiling skies 
 Bam. Who silent loves? Al. "Whom speech all 
 
 hope denies. 
 Bam. Why should'st thou fear? Al. To Love, 
 
 Fear's neare akinne. 
 Bam. Well, if my cunning fail not, by a gin 
 (Spite^of her scorn, thy fear) I'le make thee woo' 
 
 and winne. 
 
 14. 
 
 What, ho ! thou fairest maid, turn back thine oare, 
 And gently deigne to help a fisher's smart. 
 
 Nicma. 
 Are thy lines broke ? or are thy trammels tore ? 
 If thou desir'st my help, unhide 1 the sore. 
 Ah gentlest Nymph, oft have I heard, thy art 
 Can soveraigne herbs to every grief impart : 
 So mayst thou live the fisher's song and joy, 
 
 1 Uncover = hide not. See Note 8, at end. Gt. 
 
 s 
 
290 piscatoeie BCXOOTJH8; 
 
 As thou wilt deigne to cure this sickly hoy. 
 Unworthy they of art who of their art are coy. 
 
 15. 
 
 His inward grief in outward change appeares ; 
 His cheeks with sudden tires bright-flaming glow ; 
 Which quencht, end all in ashes : stonnes of tearge 
 Becloud his eyes, which soon forc't-smiling cleares : 
 Thick tides of passions ever ebbe and flow : 
 And as his flesh still wastes, his griefs still grow. 
 Niecea. 
 Damon, the wounds deep rankling in the minde 
 AYhat herb could ever cure ? what art could finde ? 
 Blinde are mine eyes to see wounds in the soul, 
 most blinde. 
 
 16. 
 
 Ah/on. 
 Hard maid t'is worse to mock, then make a wound : 
 Why should' st thou then (fair-cruel) scom to see 
 What thou by seeing mad'st ? my sorrow's ground 
 Was in thy eye, may by thy eye be found. 
 How can thy eye most sharp in wounding be, 
 In seeing dull ? these two are one in thee, 
 
 To see and wound by sight : thy eye the dart. 
 
 Fair-cruel maid, thou well hast learn' d the art, 
 With the same eye to see, to wound, to cure my 
 heart. 
 
PISCATORIE ECLOGTTES. 291 
 
 17. 
 
 Nicaa. What cures thy -wounded heart ? Al. Thy 
 
 heart so wounded. 
 Nicma. I'st love to wound thy love ? Al. Love's 
 
 wounds are pleasing. 
 Nicma. "Why plain'st thou then? Al. Because 
 
 thou art unwounded. 
 Thy wound my cure : on this my plaint is 
 
 grounded. 
 
 Num. 
 
 Cures are diseases, when the wounds are easing : 
 Why would' st thou have me please thee by dis- 
 pleasing ? 
 
 Algon. 
 
 Scorn'd love is death ; Love's mutuall wounds 
 
 delighting : 
 Happie thy love, my love to thine uniting. 
 Love paying debts grows rich ; requited in requit- 
 ing. 
 
 18. 
 
 Damon. 
 
 What lives alone, Mcaea ? starres most chaste 
 Have their conjunctions, spheares their mixt em- 
 braces, 
 And mutual folds. Nothing can single last : 
 But die in living, in increasing waste. 
 
292 PISCATORIE ECLOGUES. 
 
 Nicaa. 
 Their joyning perfects them, hut us defaces. 
 
 Algon. 
 
 That's perfect which ohtains his end : your graces 
 Receive their end in love. She that's alone 
 Dies as she lives : no number is in one : 
 
 Thus while she's hut her self, she's not her self, 
 she's none. 
 
 19. 
 
 Niccea. 
 Why blam'st thou then my stonie hard confection' 
 "Which nothing loves ? thou single nothing art. 
 
 Algon. 
 Love perfects what it loves ; thus thy affection 
 Married to mine, makes mine and thy perfection. 
 
 Niccea. 
 Well then, to passe our Tryphon in his art, 
 And in a moment cure a wounded heart ; 
 If fairest Darwin, whom I serve, approve 
 Thy suit, and thou wilt not thy heart remove ; 
 I'le joyn my heart to thine, and answer thee in love. 
 
 20. 
 
 The sunne is set ; adieu. Algon, 'Tis set to me; 
 Thy parting is my ev'n, thy presence light. 
 
PISCATOEIE ECLOGtTES. 293 
 
 Niccea. 
 
 Farewell. Al. Thou giv'st thy wish ; it is in thee : 
 Unlesse thou wilt, haplesse I cannot be. 
 
 Damon. 
 
 Come Algon, cheerly home ; the theevish night 
 Steals on the world, and robs our eyes of sight. 
 The silver streams grow black : home let us 
 
 coast : 
 There of Love's conquest may we safely boast : 
 Soonest in love he winnes, that oft in love hath 
 lost. 
 
294 PISCATOBIE ECLOGUES. 
 
 (Jrxtogue vi. 
 
 THOMALIN. 
 
 Thirsil. TJwmalin. 
 
 1. 
 FISHER-BOY that never knew his peer 
 In daintie songs — the gentle Thomalin, 
 With folded arms, deep sighs, and heavy 
 cheer 
 Where hundred Nymphs, and hundred Muses inne 1 
 Sunk down by Chamus brinks ; with him his deare, 
 Dear Thirsil lay ; oft times would he begin 
 To cure his grief, and better way advise ; 
 But still his words, when his sad friend he spies, 
 Forsook his silent tongue, to speak in watrie eyes. 
 
 Under a sprouting vine they carelesse lie, 
 Whose tender leaves bit with the Eastern blast, 
 
 1 So Henby More (' Philosophical Poems ' 1647) : 
 "Let's here take inne and rest our weary steeds." 
 
 (p. 16.) 
 So too Dr. Donne, as before, (' Poems, 1650) : 
 
 "The sun is not contented at one signe to inne." 
 
 (p. 388.) 
 Cf. the Purple Island, c. i., st. 1 . G. 
 
PIst'ATORIE ECLOGUES. 295 
 
 But now were born, and now began to die ; 
 The latter warned by the former's haste, 
 Thinly for fear salute the envious skie : 
 Thus as they sat, Thirsil embracing' fast 
 His loved Mend, feeling his panting heart 
 To give no rest to his increasing smart, 
 At length thus spake, while sighs words to his 
 grief impart : 
 
 3. 
 
 Thirsil. 
 
 Thomalin, I see thy Thirsil thou neglect' st, 
 Some greater love holds down thy heart in fear ; 
 Thy Thirsil' s love and counsel thou reject' st ; 
 Thy soul was wont to lodge within my eare : 
 But now that port no longer thou respect' st 
 Yet hath it still been safely harbour' d there. 
 My eare is not acquainted with my tongue, 
 That either tongue or eare should do thee wrong : 
 Why then should' st thou conceal thy hidden grief 
 so long ? 
 
 4. 
 
 Thomalin. 
 Thirsil, it is thy love which makes me hide 
 My sraother'd grief from thy known faith full eare : 
 May still my Thirsil, sate and merry 'bide; 
 
296 PISCATOBIE ECLOGTTKS. 
 
 Enough is me my hidden grief to bear : 
 For while thy breast in hav'n doth safely ride, 
 My greater half with thee rides safely there. 
 Thirsil. 
 So thou art well ; but still my better part, 
 My Thomalin, sinks loaden with his smart : 
 Thus thou my finger cur'st and wound' st my 
 bleeding heart. 
 
 5. 
 
 How oft hath Thomalin to Thirsil vowed, 
 
 That as his heart, so he his love esteem' d ! 
 
 Where are those oaths ? where is that heart be- 
 stowed, 
 
 "Which hides it from that breast which deare it 
 deem'd, 
 
 And to that heart room in his heart allowed ? 
 
 That love was never love, but onely seem'd. 
 Tell me, my Thomalin, what envious thief 
 Thus robs thy joy : tell me, my liefest lief : x 
 
 Thou little lov'st me, friend, if more thou lov'st 
 thy grief. 
 
 1 Query — livingest life ? or dearest dear P 
 So Bp. Hall, as before, 
 
 " And now he deems his home-bred fare as lief. 
 
 As his parch'd biscuit.' (Works xn. 245) 
 Here = as lieve, as dear, as pleasant : A. S. leaf. G. 
 
PISCATORIE ECLOGUES. 297 
 
 TJiomalin. 
 Thirsil, my joyous Spring is blasted quite, 
 And "Winter-storms prevent the Summer's ray : 
 All as this vine, whose green the Eastern spite 
 Hath di'd to black, his catching arms decay, 
 And letting go their hold for want of might, 
 Mar'l 1 "Winter comes so soon, in first of May. 
 Thirsil. 
 Yet see the leaves do freshly bud again : 
 Thou drooping still di'st in this heavie strain 
 Nor can I see or end, or cause, of all thy pain . 
 
 Thomalin. 
 No marvel, Thirsil, if thou dost not know 
 This grief which in my heart lies deeply drown' d : 
 My heart itself, though well it feels his wo, 
 Knows not the wo it feels : the worse my wound, 
 "Which though I rankling finde, I cannot show. 
 Thousand fond passions in my breast abound ; 
 Fear leagu'd to Joy, Hope and Despair together, 3 
 Sighs bound to smiles ; my heart though prone 
 to either. 
 
 1 Marvel. G. 
 
 2 Of. Musaeus ' Hero and Leander '. G. 
 
298 I'ISCATORIE ECLOGUES. 
 
 While both it would obey, 'twixt both obeycth 
 neither. 
 
 8. 
 
 Oft blushing flames leap up into my face ; 
 My guiltlesse cheek such purple flash admires : 
 Oft stealing tears slip from mine eyes apace, 
 As if they meant to quench those causelesse fires. 
 My good I hate, my hurt I glad embrace : 
 My heart though griev'd, his grief as joy desires : 
 I burn, yet know no fuel to my firing : 
 My wishes know no want, yet still desiring : 
 Hope knows not what to hope yet still in hope 
 aspiring. 
 
 Tlnrsil. 
 Too true my fears : alas, no wicked sprite, 
 Xo writhel'd 1 witch, with spells or powerfull 
 
 charms, 
 Or hellish herbs digg'd in as hellish night, 
 Gives to thy heart these oft and fierce alarms : 
 But Love, too hatefull Love, with pleasing spite, 
 And spitefull pleasure, thus hath bred thy h;tni)>, 
 And seeks thy mirth with pleasance to destroy. 
 
 1 Withered or wrinkled. See Note 10, at end. G. 
 
PISCATOEIB ECLOGUES. 299 
 
 'Tis Lovo, my Thomalin, my liefest 1 boy ; 
 'Tis Love robs me of thee, and thee of all thy joy. 
 
 10. 
 
 Thomalin. 
 Thirsil, I ken not what is hate or love, 
 Thee well I love, and thou lov'st me as well ; 
 Yet joy, no torment, in this passion prove : 
 But often have I heard the fishers tell, 
 He's not inferiour to the mighty Jove ; 
 Jove heaven rules, Love Jove, Heav'n, Earth, and 
 Hell: 
 Tell me, my friend, if thou dost better know : 
 Men say, he goes arm'd with his shafts and bow ; 
 Two darts, one swift as fire, as lead the other slow. 
 
 11. 
 
 Tliirsil. 
 Ah heedlesse boy ! Love is not such a lad, 
 As he is fancy' d by the idle swain ; 
 With bow and shafts and purple feathers clad ; 
 Such as Diana (with her buskin'd train 
 Of armed Nymphs, along the forrest's glade 
 "With golden quivers) in Thessalian plain, 
 In level race outstrips the jumping deer 
 
 1 dearest. G. 
 
300 MSCATORIE ECLOGUES. 
 
 With nimble feet ; or with a mighty spear 
 Flings down a bristled bore or els a squalid 1 bear. 
 
 12. 
 
 Love's sooner felt then seen : his substance thinne 
 Betwixt those snowy mounts in ambush lies : 
 Oft in the eyes he spreads his subtil ginne ; 
 He therefore soonest winnes that fastest flies. 
 Ply thence my deare, fly fast, my Thomalin : 
 Who him encounters once, for ever dies : 
 But if he lurk between the ruddy lips, 
 TJnhappie soul that thence his nectar slips, 
 While down into his heart the sugred poison slips ! 
 
 13. 
 
 Oft in a voice he creeps down through the eare : 
 Oft from a blushing cheek he lights his fire : 
 Oft shrouds his golden flame in likest 2 hair. 
 
 1 This recals Ovid's 
 
 ' Ursa per incultos errabat squalida montes ' 
 
 (Fasti ii., 181) = rough. G. 
 2 This peculiar word ' likest ' = the golden sunlight in 
 resembling golden hair, reminds me of an overlooked 
 parallel in " Brittain's Ida " that ought to have been 
 adduced in its plaee (Vol. I., pp. 34 — 37) viz : c. iv., st. 
 9th, line 2 , 
 
 " Cupid's selfe with his like face delighted.' 
 
PISCATORIE ECLOGUES. 301 
 
 Oft in a soft-smooth skin doth close retire, 
 
 Oft in a smile, oft in a silent tear : 
 
 And if all fail, yet Vertue's self he'l hire : 
 
 Himself 's a dart, when nothing els can move. 
 
 Who then the captive soul can well reprove, 
 When Love and Vertue's self become the darts of 
 Love 
 
 14. 
 
 Thomalin. 
 Sure, Love it is, which breens this burning fever : 
 For late (yet all too soon) on Venus' day, 
 I chanc't (Oh cursed chance, yet blessed ever !) 
 As carelesse on the silent shores I stray, 
 
 I take this opportunity of another reference to "Brittain's 
 Ida", to ask if Herrick in his ' Hesperides ' may not 
 have reference in one of his dainty couplets to a line 
 therein, to wit c. ii, st 3d, 4 — 5 : 
 
 "And scattered rayes did make a doubtful sight, 
 
 Like to the first of day or last of night." 
 
 Herrick thus sings of 
 
 TWILIGHT. 
 " Twilight no other thing is, poets say, 
 Than the last part of night, and first of day." 
 
 (Works hy Hazlitt (1869) Vol II.. p. 297 and cf. 
 p. 342). The 'Hesperides' was published in 
 1648, or twenty years after " Brittain's Ida. " G. 
 
302 PISfATORIE ECLOGXTES. 
 
 Pive lymphs to 6ce (five fairer saw I never) 
 Upon the golden sand to dance and play : 
 The rest among, yet farre above the rest, 
 Sweet Melite, by whom my wounded breas t, 
 Though rankling still in grief, yet joyes in his 
 unrest. 
 
 15. 
 
 There to their sportings while I pipe, and sing, 
 Out from her eyes I felt a firie beam, 
 And pleasing heat (such as in first of Spring 
 Prom Sol, inn'd 1 in the Bull, do kindly stream) 
 To warm my heart, and with a gentle sting 
 Blow up desire : yet little did I dream 
 
 Such bitter fruits from such sweet roots could 
 grow, 
 
 Or from so gentle eye such spite could flow : 
 For who could fire expect hid in an hill of snow ? 
 
 16. 
 
 But when those lips (those melting lips) I prest, 
 I lost my heart, which sure she stole away : 
 Por with a blush she soon her guilt confest, 
 And sighs (which sweetest breath did soft convey) 
 
 1 See 'The Purple Island' canto i. stanza i. and 
 note. G. 
 
riSCATORIF. ECLOGUES. 303 
 
 Betraid her theft : from thence my flaming breast 
 Like thundring .^Etna burns both night and day : 
 All day she present is, and in the night 
 My wakefull fancie paints her full to sight : 
 Absence her presence makes, darknes presents her 
 light. 
 
 17. 
 
 Thirsil. 
 Thomalin, too well those bitter-sweets I know, 
 Since fair INicaea bred my pleasing smart : 
 But better times did better reason show, 
 And cur'd those burning wounds with heav'nly 
 
 art. 
 Those storms of looser fire are laid full low ; 
 And higher Love safe anchours in my heart : 
 So now a quiet calm does safely reigne. 
 And if my friend think not my counsel vain ; 
 Perhaps my art may cure, or much asswage thy 
 pain. 
 
 18. 
 
 Thomalin. 
 Thirsil, although this witching grief doth please 
 My captive heart, and Love doth more detest 
 
304 PI8CATOKIE ECLOGUES. 
 
 The cure and curer, then the sweet disease ; 
 Yc t if my Thirsil doth the cure request, 
 This storm which rocks my heart in slumbring ease, 
 Spite of it self, shall yeeld to thy behest. 
 
 Thirsil. 
 
 Then heark how Tryphon's self did salve my 
 
 P-ining, 
 While in a rock I sat of love complaining ; 
 My wounds with herbs, my grief with counsel 
 sage restraining. 
 
 19. 
 
 But tell me first ; Why should thy partial minde 
 More Melite, then all the rest approve ? 
 Thomalin. 
 
 Thirsil, her beautie all the rest did blinde, 
 That she alone scem'd worthy of my love. 
 Delight upon her face, and sweetnessc, shin'd : 
 Her eyes do spark as starres, as starres do move : 
 Like those twin-fires, which on our masts appear, 
 
 1 Lord Woodhouselee, as before, has a good note here : 
 " The appearance of a light or fire on the top of the mast, 
 is well known and familiar to sailors. The ancients who 
 understood not the principles of electricity, from which 
 this phenomenon is accounted for, supposed it a mark 
 either of the favour or displeasure of the gods ; for when 
 
hescatorie eclogues. 305- 
 
 And promise calms. Ah that those flames so 
 clear 
 To me alone should raise such storms of hope and 
 fear ! 
 
 20. 
 
 Thirsil. 
 
 If that which to thy minde doth worthiest seem, 
 
 By thy wel-temper'd soul is most affected ; 
 
 Cans' t thou a face worthy thy love esteem ? 
 
 What in thy soul then love is more respected ? 
 
 Those eyes which in their spheare thou, fond, dost 
 deem 
 
 Like living starres, with some disease infected, 
 As dull as leaden drosse : those beauteous rayes, 
 So like a rose, when she her breast displayes, 
 
 Are like a rose indeed ; as sweet, as soon decayes. 
 
 only one fire was seen upon the mast, it was accounted 
 an unlucky omen and presaging a storm, when two ap- 
 peared, it was favourable and promising good weather. 
 These lights had sometimes the names of Castor and Pollux, 
 who were the sons of Jupiter by Leda, and were supposed 
 to be transformed into stars. Concerning this belief of 
 the ancients, see Phiny lib. 2., c 27. ,Hygin. lib. 27 : 
 Horace, lib. 1. Od 12. See also Magellan's Voyages, 
 where they are mentioned by the names of St. Helen, 
 St. Nicholas and St. Clare." G. 
 T 
 
306 riSCATOBIE ECLOGUES. 
 
 21. 
 
 Art thou in love with words ? her words are winde, 
 As flit 1 as is their matter, flittest aire. 
 Her heautie moves ? can colours move their minde ? 
 Colours in scorned weeds more sweet and fair. 
 Some pleasing qualitie thy thoughts doth hinde ? 
 Love then thy self. Perhaps her golden hair ? 
 
 False metall, which to silver soon descends ! 
 
 Is't pleasure then which so thy fancie hends ? 
 Poore pleasure, that in pain begins, in sorrow ends ! 
 
 22. 
 
 What ? is't her company so much contents thee ? 
 
 How would she present stirre up stormy weather, 
 
 When thus in absence present she torments thee ! 
 
 Lov'st thou not one, but all these joyn'd together ? 
 
 All's but a woman. Is't her love that rents thee ? 
 
 Light windes, light aire ; her love more light then 
 either. 
 If then due worth thy true affection moves, 
 Here is no worth. Who some old hagge approves, 
 
 And scorns a beauteous spouse, he rather dotes 
 then loves. 
 
 1 Fleet «» eranescent. G. 
 
PISCATORIE ECLOGUES. 307 
 
 23. 
 
 Then let thy love mount from these baser things, 
 
 And to the Highest Love and worth aspire : 
 
 Love's born of fire, fitted with mounting wings; 
 
 That at his highest he might winde him higher ; 
 
 Base love, that to base earth so basely clings ! 
 
 Look as the beams of that celestiall fire 
 
 Put out these earthly flames with purer ray : 
 So shall that love this baser heat allay, 
 
 And quench these coals of earth with his more 
 heav'nly day. 
 
 24. 
 
 Eaise then thy prostrate love with tow'ring thought; 
 And clog it not in chains and prison here : 
 The God of fishers, deare thy love hath bought : 
 Most deare He loves : for shame, love thou as 
 
 deare. 
 Next, love thou there, where best thy love is 
 
 sought ; 
 My self, or els some other fitting peer. 
 
 Ah might thy love with me for ever dwell ! 
 "Why should'st thou hate thy Heav'n, and love 
 thy Hell ? 
 She shall not more deserve, nor cannot love so well. 
 
308 PISCATORIE ECLOGUES. 
 
 25. 
 
 Thus Tryphon once did wean my fond affection ; 
 Then fits a salve unto th' infected place, 
 (A salve of sovcraigne and strange confection) 
 Nepenthe mixt with rue and herh-de-grace : 
 So did he quickly heal this strong infection, 
 And to my-self restor'd my-self apace. 
 Yet did he not my love extinguish quite : 
 I love with sweeter love and more delight : 
 But most I love that Love, which to my love ha's 
 right. 
 
 26. 
 
 TJiomalin. 
 Thrice happy thou that could' st! my weaker 
 
 minde 
 Can never learn to climhe so lofty flight. 
 
 Thirsil. 
 If from this love thy will thou can'st unbinde ; 
 To will, is here to can : will, gives thee might : 
 'Tis done, if once thou wilt ; 'tis done, I finde. 
 Now let us home : for see, the creeping Night 
 Steals from those further, waves upon the Land. 
 To-morrow shall we feast ; then hand in hand 
 Free will we sing, and dance along the golden sand. 
 
FI>CATORIE ECLOGULS. 309 
 
 (Eclogue vn. 
 
 THE PRIZE. 
 Thirsil, Daphnis, Thomalin. 
 
 1. 
 
 URORA from old Tithon's frosty bed 
 (Cold, wintry, wither'd Tithon) early 
 creeps ; 
 
 Her cheek with grief was pale, with anger red ; 
 Out of her window close she blushing peeps ; 
 Her weeping eyes in pearled dew she steeps, 
 Casting 1 what sportlesse nights she ever led : 
 She dying lives, to think he's living dead. 
 Curst be, and cursed is that wretched sire, 
 That yokes green youth with age, want with 
 desire. 
 "Who ties the sunne to snow ? or marries frost to 
 fire ? 
 
 2. 
 
 The morn saluting, up I quickly rise, 
 And to the green I poste ; for on this day 
 Shepherd and fisher-boyes had set a prize, 
 
 1 Reckoning = casting up. G. 
 
310 PISCATORIE ECLOGUES. 
 
 TJpon the shore to meet in gentle fray, 
 Which of the two should sing the choicest lay ; 
 Daphnis the shepherds' lad, whom Mira's ey[e]s 
 Had kill'd ; yet with such wound he gladly dies : 
 Thomalin the fisher, in whose heart did reigne 
 Stella ; whose love his life, and whose disdain 
 Seems worse then angry skies or never-quiet main. 
 
 There soon I view the merry shepherd-swains 
 March three by three, clad all in youthful! green : 
 And while the sad recorder 1 sweetly plains, 
 Three lovely nymphs (each several row between, 
 More lovely nymphs could no where els be seen, 
 Whose faces' snow their snowy garments stains) 
 With sweeter voices fit their pleasing strains. 
 
 Their flocks flock round about ; the horned 
 rammes 
 
 And ewes go silent by, while wanton lambes 
 Dancing along the plains, forget their milky dammes. 
 
 1 A musical instrument : so Milton 
 
 " Anon they move 
 In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood 
 Of flutes and soft recorders.'" 
 
 (P. L. I. 549—551.) G. 
 
PISCATOEIE ECLOGUES. 311 
 
 4. 
 
 Scarce were the shepherds set, but straight in sight 
 The fisher-boyes came driving up the stream ; 
 Themselves in blue, and twenty sea-nymphs bright 
 In curious robes, that well tbe waves might seem : 
 All dark below, the top like frothy cream : 
 Their boats and masts with flowres and garlands 
 
 dight; 
 And round the swannes guard them with armies 
 
 white : 
 Their skiffes by couples dance to sweetest sounds, 
 Which running cornets breath to full plain 
 
 grounds, 
 That strikes the river's face, and thence more sweet 
 
 rebounds. 
 
 And now the nymphs and swains had took their 
 
 place ; 
 First those two boyes ; Thomalin the fishers' pride, 
 Daphnis the shepherds : nymphs their right hand 
 
 grace ; 
 And choicest swains shut up the other side : 
 So sit they down in order fit appli'd ; 
 Thirsil betwixt them both, in middle space ; 
 
312 PISCATORIE ECLOGUES. 
 
 (Thirsil their judge, who now's a shepherd 1 base, 
 But late a fisher-swain, till envious Chame 
 Had rent his nets, and sunk his boat with 
 shame. 
 So robb'd the boyes of him, and him of all his 
 game.) 
 
 So as they sit, thus Thirsil 'gins the lay ; 
 You lovely boyes, (the woods and Ocean's pride) 
 Since I am judge of this sweet peaceful fray, 
 First tell us where and when your Loves you spied : 
 And when in long discourse you well are tried, 
 Then in short verse by turns we'l gently play : 
 In love begin, in love we'l end the day. 
 
 Daphnis, thou first ; to me you both are deare : 
 Ah, if I might, I would not judge, but heare ; 
 Nought have I of a judge but an impartiall eare. 
 
 7. 
 Daphnis. 
 Phoebus, if as thy words, thy oaths are true ; 
 Give me that verse which to the honour' d bay 
 
 1 Here = a humble ' pastor ' or cleric. Cf. the elder 
 Fletcher's de eontemptu Prcedicatorum. Vol I. p xliii. ante. 
 G. 
 
PISCATORIE ECLOGUES. 313 
 
 (That verse which by thy promise now is due) 
 To honour' d Daphne in a sweet-tun'd lay 
 (Daphne thy chang'd, thy love unchanged aye) 
 Thou sangest late, when she now better staid, 
 More humane when a tree then when a maid, 
 Bending her head, thy love with gentle signe re- 
 paid. 
 
 What tongue, what thought can paint my love's 
 
 perfection ? 
 So sweet hath nature pourtray'd every part, 
 That art will prove that artist's imperfection, 
 "Who, when no eye dare view, dares limme her 
 
 face. 
 Phoebus, in vain I call thy help to blaze 1 
 
 More light then thine, a light that never fell : 
 Thou tell'st what's done^in Heav'n, in Earth, and 
 
 Hell: 
 Her worth thou mayst admire ; there are no 
 
 words to tell. 
 
 She is like thee, or thou art like her, rather : 
 Such as her hair, thy beams ; thy single light, 
 
 1 Blazon. G. 
 
314 PISCATOKIE ECLOGUES. 
 
 As her twin-sunnes : that creature then, I gather, 
 TVice heav'nly is, where two sunnes shine so 
 
 bright : 
 So thou, as she confound' st the gazing sight : 
 Thy absence is my night, her absence hell. 
 Since then in all thy self she doth excell, 
 What is beyond thy-self, how canst thou hope to 
 tell? 
 
 10. 
 
 First her I saw, when tyr'd with hunting toyl, 
 In shady grove spent with the weary chace, 
 Her naked breast lay open to the spoil ; 
 The crystal humour trickling down apace, 
 Like ropes of pearl, her neck and breast enlace : 
 The aire (my rivall aire) did coolly glide 1 
 Through every part: such when my love I spi'd, 
 So soon I saw my Love, so soon I lov'd and di'd. 
 
 11. 
 
 Her face two colours paint ; the first a flame, 
 
 (Yet she all cold) a flame in rosie die, 
 
 Which sweetly blushes like the Morning's shame : 
 
 1 Lord Woodhouselee, as before, remarks, " That the 
 air has been a lover's rival is known from the beautiful 
 story of Cephalus and Procris. Ovid, Met. b. vii. " G. 
 
PISCATORIE ECLOGUES. 315 
 
 The second snow such as on Alps doth lie, 
 And safely there the sunne doth bold clefie : 
 
 Yet this cold snow can kindle hot desire. 
 
 Thou miracle ; mar'l not, if I admire, 
 How flame should coldly freez, and snow should 
 burn as fire. 
 
 12. 
 
 Her slender waste, her hand, that dainty breast, 
 Her cheek, her forehead, eye, and flaming hair, 
 And those hid beauties, which must sure be best ; 
 Of vain to speak, when words will more impair : 
 In all the fairs she is the fairest fair. 
 
 Cease then vain words ; well may you shew 
 
 affection, 
 But not her worth : the minde her sweet 
 perfection 
 Admires : how should it then give the lame tongue 
 direction ? 
 
 13. 
 
 Thomalin. 
 Unlesse thy words be flitting 1 as thy wave, 
 Proteus, that song into my breast inspire, 
 With which the Seas (when loud they rore and rave) 
 
 1 Fleeting. G. 
 
316 PISCATORIE ECLOGUES. 
 
 Thou softly charm' st, and winde's intestine ire 
 (When 'gainst Heav'n, Earth, and Seas they did 
 conspire) 
 Thou quiet laid'st : Proteus, thy song to heare, 
 Seas listning stand, and windes to whistle fear ; 
 The lively delphins 1 dance, and brisly 2 scales give 
 eare. 
 
 14. 
 
 Stella, my starre-like love, my lovely starre 
 Her hair a lovely brown, her forehead high, 
 And lovely fair ; such her cheek's roses are : 
 Lovely her lip, most lovely is her eye : 
 And as in each of these all love doth lie ; 
 So thousand loves within her minde retiring, 
 Kindle ten thousand loves with gentle firing. 
 Ah let me love my Love, not live in Love's admiring ! 
 
 15. 
 
 At Proteus' feast, where many a goodly boy, 
 And many a lovely lasse did lately meet ; 
 There first I found, there first I lost my joy : 
 Her face mine eye, her voice mine eare did greet ; 
 "While eare and eye strove which should be most 
 sweet, 
 
 1 Dolphins. G. 2 Bristled = furred. G. 
 
PISCATORIE ECLOGUES. 317 
 
 That face or voice : but when my lips at last 
 Saluted hers, those senses strove as fast, 
 Which most those lips did please ; the eye, eare, 
 touch, or taste. 
 
 16. 
 
 The eye sweares, never fairer lip was eyed ; 
 
 The eare with those sweet relishes delighted, 
 
 Thinks them the spheares ; the taste that nearer 
 tried 
 
 Their relish sweet, the soul to feast invited ; 
 
 The touch, with pressure soft more close united, 
 Wisht ever there to dwell ; and never cloyed, 
 (While thus their joy too greedy they enjoyed) 
 
 Enjoy'd not half their joy, by being overjoyed. 1 
 
 17. 
 
 Her hair all dark, more clear the white doth show, 
 And with its Mght her face's Morn commends : 
 Her eye-brow black, like to an ebon bow ; 
 Which sporting Love upon her forehead bends, 
 And thence his never-missing arrow sends. 
 But most I wonder how that jetty ray, 
 
 1 This is one of many parts of these Eclogues that 
 establish the Fletcher-authorship of "Brittain's Ida.' See 
 Vol. I., pp. 15—16 and 106. G. 
 
318 PISCATOKIE ECLOGUES. 
 
 Which those two blackest sunnes do fair 
 display, 
 Should shine so blight, and Night should make so 
 sweet a Day. 
 
 18. 
 
 So is my love an Heav'n ; her hair a Night, 
 Her shining forehead Dian's silver light : 
 Her eyes the starres ; their influence delight : 
 Her voice the sphears ; her cheek Aurora bright : 
 Her breast the globes, where Heav'ns path milkie 
 
 white 
 Runnes 'twixt those hills : her hand (Arion's 
 
 touch) 
 As much delights the eye, the eare as much. 
 Such is my Love, that but my Love, was never 
 
 such. 
 
 19. 
 
 Thirsil 
 The Earth her robe, the Sea her swelling tide ; 
 The trees their leaves, the moon her divers face ; 
 The starres their courses, flowers their springing 
 
 pride ; 
 Hayes change their length, the Sunne his daily 
 
 race : 
 
PISCATORIE ECLOGUES. 319 
 
 Be constant when you love ; Love loves not 
 
 ranging : 
 Change a when you sing ; Muses delight in 
 
 changing. 
 
 20. 
 
 Daphnis. 
 
 Pan loves the pine-tree ; Jove the oak approves ; 
 High populars 1 Alcicles' temples crown : 
 Phcehus, though in a tree, still Daphne loves, 
 And hyacinths, though living now in ground : 
 Shepherds, if you your selves would victours see, 
 Girt then this head with Phoebus' flower and tree. 
 
 21. 
 
 Thomalin. 
 Alcinous' peares, Pomona apples bore : 
 Bacchus the vine, the olive Pallas chose : 
 Yenus loves myrtils, myrtils love the shore : 
 Venus Adonis loves, who freshly blowes, 
 
 Yet breathes no more : weave, lads, with myrtils 
 
 roses, 
 And bay and hyacinth, the garland loses. 
 
 1 Poplars. G. 
 
320 PISCATORIE ECLOGUES. 
 
 22. 
 
 Daphnis. 
 
 Mira, thine eyes are those twin heav'nly powers, 
 Which to the widow' d Earth new offspring bring : 
 No marvel then, if still thy face so flowers, 
 And cheeks with beauteous blossonies freshly 
 spring : 
 So is thy face a never-fading May : 
 So is thine eyes a never-falling day. 
 
 23. 
 
 Thomalin. 
 Stella, thine eyes are those twin-brothers fair, 
 Which tempests slake, and promise quiet Seas : 
 No marvel then if thy brown shadic hair, 
 Like Night, portend sweet rest and gentle ease. 
 Thus is thine eye an ever-calming light : 
 Thus is thy hair a lover's ne'r-spent night. 
 
 24. 
 
 Daphnis. 
 
 If sleepy poppies yeeld to lilies white ; 
 
 If black to snowy lambs ; if night to day ; 
 
 If "Western shades to fair Aurora's light ; 
 
 Stella must yeeld to Mira's shining ray. 
 In day we sport, in day we shepherds toy : 
 The night, for wolves ; the light, the shepherd's 
 
PISCATOKIE ECLOGT7E8. 321 
 
 25. 
 
 Thomalin. 
 Who -white-thorn equalls with the violet ? 
 What 'workman rest compares with painfull light ? 
 Who weares the glaring glasse, and scorns the jet ? 
 Day yeeld to her, that is both day and night. 
 
 In night the fishers thrive, the workmen play ; 
 
 Love loves the Night; Night's lover's holy-day. 1 
 
 26. 
 
 Baphnis. 
 Fly thou the seas, fly farre the dangerous shore : 
 Mira, if thee the King of Seas should spie, 
 He'l think Medusa (sweeter then before) 
 With fairer hair and double fairer eye, 
 
 Is chang'd again ; and with thee ebbing Iott, 
 In his deep courts again will never flow. 
 
 27. 
 
 Thomalin. 
 Stella, avoid both Phoebus' eare and eye : 
 His musicke he will scorn, if thee he heare : 
 
 1 Cf. Vol. L, p. 16. So also Kandolph, as before : 
 " Put out the torch, Love loves no lights, 
 Those that perform his mistick rites 
 Must pay their orisons by nights.', (p. 86). O. 
 v 
 
322 PISCATOBIE ECLOGUES. 
 
 Thee Daphne (if thy face hy chance he spie) 
 Daphne now fairer chang'cl, he'l rashly sweare ; 
 
 And viewing thee, will later rise and fall ; 
 
 Or viewing thee, will never rise at all. 
 
 28. 
 
 Dapknis. 
 Phcehus and Pan hoth strive my love to gain, 
 And seek hy gifts to winne my carelesse heart ; 
 Pan vows with lambes to fill the fruitfull plain ; 
 Apollo offers skill, and pleasing art : 
 
 But Stella, if thou grant my suit, a kisse ; 
 
 Phcehus and Pan their suit, my love, ehaD misse. 
 
 29. 
 
 Thomalin. 
 Proteus himself, and Glaucus seek unto me ; 
 And twenty gifts to please my minde devise : 
 Proteus with songs, Glaucus with fish doth wot 
 
 me : 
 Both strive to winne, hut I them hoth despise : 
 For if my Love my love will entertain, 
 Proteus himself and Glaucus, seek in vain. 
 
 30. 
 
 Daphm's. 
 Two twinhe, two spotted lambes, (my song's re- 
 ward) 
 
JISCATORIE ECLOGUES. 32S- 
 
 With them a cup I got, with Jove assumed 
 New shapes, to mock his wive's too jealous guard \ 
 Pull of Jove's fires it burns still unconsumed : 
 But Mira, if thou gently deigne to shine, 
 Thine be the cup, the spotted lambes be thine. 
 
 31. 
 
 Tliomalin. 
 A pair of swannes are mine, and all their train ; 
 With them a cup, which Thetis' self bestowed, 
 As she of love did heare me sadly plain : 
 A pearled cup, where nectar oft hath flowed 
 
 But if my love will love the gift and giver ; 
 
 Thine be the cup, thine be the swannes for ever. 
 
 32. 
 
 Daphnis. 
 Thrice happy swains ! thrice happy shepherds' fate ! 
 
 Tliomalin. 
 Ah blessed life ! ah blessed fishers state ! 
 Your pipes asswage your love ; your nets maintain 
 you. 
 
 Daphnis. 
 Tour lambkins clothe you warm ; your fiockf 
 sustain you : 
 You fear no stormie seas, or tempests roaring. 
 
324 JPISCATORIE ECLOGtTM. 
 
 ThomaUn. 
 
 You sit not, rots or burning starres, deploring : 
 In cairns you fish ; in roughs use songs and dances. 
 Daphnis. 
 More do you fear your Love's sweet-hitter glances, 
 Then certain fate or fortune ever changing. 
 ThomaUn. 
 Ah that the life in seas so safely ranging, 
 Should •with Love's weeping eye be sunk and 
 drown'd ! 
 
 Daphnis. 
 The shepherd's life Phoebus a shepherd crown'd, 
 His snowy flocks by stately Peneus leading. 
 ThomaUn. 
 "What herb was that, on which old Glaucus 
 feeding, 
 Grows never old, but now the gods augmenteth? 
 Daphnis. 
 Delia her self her rigour hard relenteth : 
 To play with shepherd's boy she's not ashamed. 
 ThomaUn. 
 Venus, of frothy seas thou first was framed ; 
 The waves thy cradle : now Love's Queen art 
 named. 
 
 33. 
 
 Daphnis. 
 Thou gentle boy, what prize may well reward thee? 
 
PISCATOKIE ECLOGUES. 325 
 
 So slender gift as this not half requites thee. 
 May prosperous starres and quiet seas regard thee ; 
 But most, that pleasing starre that most delights 
 thee : 
 May Proteus still and Glaucus dearest hold thee ; 
 But most, her influence all safe infold thee : 
 May she with gentle beams from her fair sphear 
 behold thee. 
 
 34. 
 
 Thomalin. 
 As whistling windes 'gainst rocks their voices 
 
 tearing ; 
 As rivers through the valleys softly gliding ; 
 As haven after cruel tempests fearing : 
 Such, fairest boy, such is thy verses sliding. 
 
 Thine be the prize : may Pan and Phoebus grace 
 
 thee ; 
 Most, whom thou most adinir'st may she embrace 
 thee; 
 And flaming in thy love, with snowy arms enlace 
 thee. 
 
 35. 
 
 Thirsil. 
 Tou lovely boyes, full well your art you guided ; 
 That with your striving songs your strife is ended : 
 
326 PISCATORIE ECLOGUES. 
 
 So you yourselves the cause have well decided ; 
 
 And by no judge can your award be mended. 
 
 Then since the prize for onely one intended 
 You both refuse, we justly may reserve it, 
 And as your offering in Love's temple serve it ; 
 
 Since none of both deserve, when both so well 
 deserve it. 
 
 36. 
 
 Yet, for such songs should ever be rewarded ; 
 Daphnis, take thou this hook of ivory clearest, 
 Giv'n me by Pan, when Pan my verse regarded : 
 This fears the wolf, when most the wolf thou 
 
 fearest. 
 But thou, my Thomalin, my love, my dearest, 
 Take thou this pipe, which oft proud storms 
 
 restrained ; 
 "Which, spite of Chamus spite, I still retained ; 
 Was never little pipe more soft, more sweetly 
 plained. 
 
 37. 
 
 And you, fair troop, if Thirsil you disdain not, 
 Vouchsafe with me to take some short refection. 
 Excesse, or daints 1 my lowly roofs maintain not ; 
 
 1 Dainties. Q. 
 
PISCATGKIE ECLOGUES. 327 
 
 Peares, apples, plummes, no sug'red-made con- 
 fection. 
 
 So up they rose, and by Love's sweet direction 
 
 Sea-nymphs with shepherds sort 2 : sea-boyes com- 
 plain not 
 
 That wood-nymphs with like love them entertain 
 not. 
 And all the day to songs and dances lending, 
 Too swift it rnnnes, and spends too fast in spend- 
 ing. 
 
 With day their sports began, with day they take 
 their ending. 
 
 2 Consort = mingle. G. 
 
Jtfftittonal |lotes aufc illustrations. 
 
 1. Eclogue I, st. 3rd, page 239 : 
 
 ' The while to seas and rocks- poor swain !- he sang ; 
 The while the seas and rocks^answ'ring,|lound echoes 
 rang.' 
 
 Lord Woodhouselee as hefore, annotates as follows here : 
 " The scene here is finely imagined, and most ^heautifully 
 described. The numhers too, especially the change and 
 repetition of words in the two last lines of the stanza, 
 have a fine effect on a musical ear. Dryden, that great 
 master of harmony in numbers, has often used this 
 change in the same words with admirable effect : 
 
 " The fanning wind upon her bosom blows, 
 To meet the fanning wind the bosom rose ; 
 The fanning wind and purling streams continue her 
 repose." 
 
 Cymon and Iphigenia. 
 
 2. Eclogue I, st. 7th, page 241 : ' learned Chamus.' Cf. 
 Milton in ' Lycidas ' — 
 
 " Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow 
 His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, 
 Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge 
 Like to that sanguine flower inscrib'd with wo»." 
 
 (103—106) 
 
330 ADDITIONAL NOTES AND IUXSTBATIONS. 
 
 As shewn in our Essay (Vol. I. p. ccxiii) Milton pro* 
 bably drew his l footing slow' from our Giles Fletcher. 
 I note however in addition, that Henry More had before 
 Milton, appropriated the word repeatedly, e. g. 
 
 1. " March out with joy, retreat with footing slow." 
 
 ( Psychozoia p. 2 1 , as before) 
 
 2. " Ag'd Hypom'ne trod with footing slow." 
 
 (Ibid p. 69, as before) 
 
 3. " With stony staring eyes, and footing slow.'' 
 
 (Antipsyehopannychia p. 252, as before) 
 
 Cf Spenser, F. Q. I. iii. 10. 
 
 3. Eclogue II, st. 16th, page 246 : ' fire-drake ' : Her- 
 rick of ' Hesperides ' has the the word, in one of the 
 newly-published poems, viz. " his farewell vnto Poetrie " 
 
 " Thou mads't mee flye 
 
 Like fier-drakes, yett didst mee no harme thereby." 
 (Works by Hazlitt, as before, Vol. n. p. 440) 
 
 So also Henry Vaijghan, the Silurist : 
 
 " False stars and fire-drakes, and deceits of night." 
 
 (' The hidden Treasure '.) 
 
 4. Eclogue III, st. 3rd, page 263 : On the sentiment of 
 this stanza, cf. " Brittain's Ida" c. iv. st. 7th, and c. v. 
 Bt. 4th. 
 
 5. Eclogue IV, st. 18th, page 274 : " Ah ! cruel spite, 
 and spitefull crueltie." Cf. Purple Island, c. i. st. 6th. 
 
 6 Eclogue IV, st. 14—19, pages 274-276: 'clergy'. 
 Cf. Milton in Lycidas, lines 64 — 65 and 113 — 130 tt 
 *libi for equally severe language. 
 
ADDITIONAL NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS. 331 
 
 7. Eclogue V, st. 1st, page 281 : "where lordly Trent 
 kisses the Darwin coy." The Trent rises on the borders 
 of Cheshire and falls into the Humher. The Darwin or 
 Derwent, rising in the peak-hills of Derbyshire falls into 
 the Trent below Elwaston. Our Poet seems thus to have 
 been resident in Derbyshire at one period— one of (I fear) 
 many un-written chapters in his Life. "We must hope 
 for more ultimately. 
 
 8. Eclogue V, st. 14, page 289 : ' un-hide the sore.' All 
 who have studied the vehement word-warfare between 
 Henry More, of Cambridge, and that oddest-brained 
 genius Thomas Yattghan, twin-brother of The Silurist 
 — than which there is nothing comparable in all DTsraeli's 
 ' Quarrels of Authors'— will remember one trenchant bit 
 in "The Second Wash or The Moore Scour' d " (1651), 
 wherein the Platonist's mysticism and scholarship alike 
 are treated somewhat irreverently. Thence I fetch a sen- 
 tence that illustiates a frequent form of verb in our Poet, 
 as un-breast, un-hide, &c, &c. More has observed, " I 
 say the force and warrant both of nouns and verbs is from 
 their use, &c." To this. Eugenius Philalethes after 
 some keen retorts, answers " The naturall force or signi- 
 fication of words is that which renders them fit for use, 
 and if we use them contrary to that force, we shall iSpeak 
 bulls, as thou hast done in thy Observations. I will give 
 thee an instance : Thou dost aske me if I can unbare the 
 substance of a, form ? Thy meaning is, if I can make it 
 bare or discover it, but the use which thou hast made of 
 this term, being contray to its naturall energie or signi- 
 fication, hath made thee speak nonsense : for to unbare, if 
 there be any such word beyond thy scriblings, is to 
 cover not to discover," &c, &c. (page 18, 17) 
 
332 ADDITIONAL NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS. 
 
 9. Eclogue V, st. 17th, page 291 : ' because thou art 
 wounded.' This reminds us of the Latin anagram on 
 Elizabeth Vincent, the Poet's ' valentine ' and afterwards 
 ' wife.' Cf. Memoir, Vol. I. p. xcvii. 
 
 ■ 10 Eclogue VI, st. 9th, page 298 : 'tvnthel'd'. Love- 
 lace has this word in his ' Amarantha ', 
 
 " Her body writheld, and her eyes 
 
 Departing lights at obsequies." 
 
 (Works, as before, p. 64) 
 
 Mr. Hazlitt in loco notes it as ' uncommon ' : but I have 
 met with it frequently, and our Fletcher in text furn- 
 ishes an additional example. 
 
 11. Eclogue VII, st. 32nd, page 324 : 
 
 "Venus, of frothy seas, thou first was framed". 
 
 From Verses affixed (among others) to Bp. Hopkin's fune- 
 ral Sermon for Algernon Grevil, 2nd brother to Robert, 
 Lord Brook (4o 1663) by A. C. (c. c. c.) I cull this good 
 couplet illustrative of the text : 
 
 " How oft did Truth out of this foame arise 
 And like a Venus from the froath surprize." G. 
 
(Spilube. 
 
 Since the issue of our edition of Giles Fletcher, in 
 accord with my expectation, as stated in foot-note of the 
 Memorial-Introduction (pages 32-33), I have received 
 just as I had passed the present volume at Press, — from 
 my admirable friend and fellow book-lover, Joshua Wilson, 
 Esq., of Neville Park, Tunbridge Wells, a complete copy of 
 the hitherto-regarded unique " Reward of the Faithfull " 
 therein described. Accordingly I give here the title- 
 page that is awanting in Mr. Napier's copy : 
 
 THE 
 
 REWARD 
 
 of the Faithfull. 
 
 Matth. 5, 6. 
 
 They shall be satisfied. 
 
 THE LABOVR OF 
 
 the Faithfull. 
 
 Genes. 20, 12. 
 
 Then Isaac sowed in that Land, 
 
 THE GROVNDS 
 
 of our Faith. 
 Acts 10, 43. 
 To him giue all the Prophets ivit- 
 nesse. 
 
 Printed for Leonard 
 Greene and are to 
 be sold at the signe of the Tal- 
 bot in Pater-noster-row. 
 1623. 
 
334 EPILUDE. 
 
 It will be noticed that the date as we conjectured is 
 ' 1623.' The ' Contents' in full, occupy 5 pages, 
 
 As I am adding this ' Epilude ' (again appropriating 
 ' The Doctor's ' word) I may as well note here a few 
 ' escapes ' or ' errata ' in this Volume : and the Apology of 
 good John Sheffield may introduce them : " Reader, 
 If thou he not ingenuous, thou hast greater faults of thy 
 own to look over ; and if thou bee, greater of mine then 
 literal or vocular to overlook : pass by another's, amend thy 
 own but think not to mend thy own at the end of thy Death- 
 Book, but have a care to avoid or amend them all along 
 
 in thy Bock of Life, so wilt thou be sure to 
 
 Farewell." 
 
 (" The Rising Sun a Theological 
 
 Sun-Dyal," 1654.) 
 
 Page 70, st. 11, line 6, read, inflcsht. 
 Page 74, st. 20, line 4, read, himselfe. 
 Page 106, st. 39, line 7, read, night for sight. 
 Page 109, st. 3, line 8, read, be for he. 
 Page 110, st. 4, line 4, read, prospers for prospres. 
 Page 117, st. 16, line, 7, read, are for as. 
 Page 125, st. 31, line 5, delete the second 'with.' 
 Page 139, st. 16, line 1, delete the second 'all'. 
 Page 179, line 3 from bottom, delete this line, repeated 
 by mistake. 
 
 Page 184, line 8 from top, read, o'er. 
 
 Page 204, note 3, line 3, read, c. III., st. 37, line 9. 
 
 Page 239, line 3, read, echoes. 
 
 Page 248, line 8, read, from, 
 
EPILtTDK. 
 
 335 
 
 Page 248, foot-note 1, read going-about = ranging. 
 
 Page 275, foot-note, supply =. 
 
 Page 301, line 9, read, breeds. 
 
 also some misplaced letters and omitted apostrophes. 
 
 €ttir of Sol. H,