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These, marching softly, thus in order went. Then came October full of merry glee;
And after them the Monthes all riding came: For yet his noule was totty of the must,
First, sturdy March, with brows full sternly bent Which he was treading in the wine-fats see,
And armed strongly, rode upon a Ram,

And of the joyous oyle, whose gentle gust
The same which over Hellespontus swam;

Made him so frollick and so full of lust : Yet in his hand a spade he also hent,

Upon a dreadfull Scorpion he did ride, And in a bag all sorts of seeds ysaine,

The same which by Dianaes doom uniust Which on the earth he strowed as he went, (ment. Slew great Orion; and eeke by his side And fild her womb with fruitfull hope of nourish- He had his ploughing-share and coulter ready tyde. Next came fresh Aprill, full of lastyhed,

Next was November; he full grosse and fat And wanton as a kid whose borne new buds: As fed with lard, and that right well might seeme; Upon a Bull he rode, the same which led

For he had been a fatting hogs of late, Europa floting through th’ Argolick fluds: That yet his browes with sweat did reek and steem, His hornes were gilden all with golden studs, And yet the season was full sharp and breem; And garnished with garlonds goodly dight

In planting eeke he took no small delight: Of all the fairest flowres and freshest buds

Whereon he rode, not easie was to deeme; Which th' earth brings forth; and wet he seem'd | For it a dreadfull Centaure was in sight, in sight

[delight. The seed of Saturne and faire Nais, Chiron hight. With waves, through which he waded for his loves

And after him came next the chill December: Then came faire May, the fayrest mayd on ground, Yet he, through merry feasting which he made Deckt all with dainties of her seasons pryde, And great bonfires, did not the cold remember; And throwing flowres out of her lap around : His Saviours birth his mind so much did glad: Upon two brethrens shoulders she did ride,

Upon a shaggy-bearded Goat he rode, The Twinnes of Leda; which on eyther side The same wherewith Dan love in tender yeares, Supported her like to their soveraine queene : They say, was nourisht by th’læan mayd; Lord ! bow all creatures laught when her they spide, And in his hand a broad deepe bowle he beares, And leapt and daunc't as they had ravisht beene ! Of which he freely drinks an health to all his peeres. And Cupid selfe about her fluttred all in greene.

Then came old lanuary, wrapped well And after her came iolly lune, arrayd

In many weeds to keep the cold away; All in greene leaves, as he a player were;

Yet did he quake and quiver like to quell, Yet in his time he wrought as well as playd, And blowe his nayles to warme them if he may; That by his plough-yrons mote right well appeare: For they were numbd with holding all the day Upon a Crab he rode, that him did beare

An hatchet keene, with which he felled wood With crooked crawling steps an uncouth pase, And from the trees did lop the needlesse spray : And backward yode, as bargemen wont to fare Upon an buge great Earth-pot Steane he stood, Bending their force contrary to their face; (grace. From whose wide mouth there flowed forth the Row Like that ungracious crew which faines demurest

mane flood. Then came bot luly boyling like to fire,

And lastly came cold February, sitting That all his garments he had cast away :

In an old wagon, for he could not ride, Upon a Lyon raging yet with ire

Drawne of two Fishes for the season fitting, He boldly rode, and made him to obay :

Which through the flood before did softly slyde (It was the beast that whylome did forray And swim away ; yet had he by his side The Némæan forrest, till th’ Amphytrionide His plough and harnesse fit to till the ground, Him slew, and with his hide did him array:-) And tooles to prune the trees, before the pride Bebinde his backe a sithe, and by his side Of hasting Prime did make them burgein round. Under his belt he bore a sickle circling wide. So past the twelve Months forth, and their dem

places found. The sixt was August, being rich arrayd In garment all of gold downe to the ground: And after these there came the Day and Night, Yet rode he not, but led a lovely mayd

Riding together both with equall pase; Forth by the lilly hand, the which was cround Th' one on a palfrey blacke, the other white: With eares of corne, and full her hand was found : But Night had covered her uncomely face That was the righteous Virgin, which of old With a blacke veile, and held in hand a mace, Liv'd here on Earth, and plenty made abound; On top whereof the Moon and stars were pight, But, after wrong was lov'd and iustice solde, And Sleep and Darknesse round about did trace: She left th' unrighteous world, and was to Heaven But Day did beare upon his scepters hight extold.

The goodly Sun encompast all with beamës bright. Next him September marched eeke on foote; Then came the Howres, faire daughters of high love Yet was be heavy laden with the spoyle

And timely Night; the which were all endewed Of harvests riches, which he made his boot, With wondrous beauty fit to kindle love; And him enricht with bounty of the soyle:

But they were virgins all, and love eschewed In his one band, as fit for harvests toyle,

That might forslack the charge to them foreshewed He held a knife-hook; and in th’ other hand By mighty love; who did them porters make A Paire of Waights, with which he did assoyle Of Heavens gate (whence all the gods issued) Both more and lesse, where it in doubt did stand, Which they did dayly watch, and nightly wake And equall gave to each as lustice duly scann'd. By even turnes, ne ever did their charge forsake.

And after all came Life; and lastly Death:- “ But you, Dan love, that only constant are,
Death with most grim and grisly visage seene, And king of all the rest, as ye do clame,
Yet is he nought but parting of the breath; Are you not subject eeke to this misfare?
Ne ought to see, but like a shade to weene, Then let me aske you this withouten blame;
Unbodied, unsoul'd, unheard, unseene:

Where were ye borne some say in Crete by name, But Life was like a faire young lusty boy,

Others in Thebes, and others otherwbere; Such as they faine Dan Cupid to have beene, But, wheresoever they comment the same, Full of delightfull health and lively ioy, [ploy. They all consent that ye begotten were (peare. Deckt all with flowres and wings of gold fit to em- And burne here in this world; ne other can ap

When these were past, thus gan the Titanesse; Then are ye mortall borne, and thrall to me; “ Lo! mighty mother, now be judge, and say Unlesse the kingdome of the sky yee make Whether in all thy creatures more or lesse

Immortall and unchangeable to be: Change doth not raign and bear the greatest sway: Besides, that power and vertue, which ye spake, For who sees not that Time on all doth pray? That ye here worke, doth many changes take, Put times do change and move continually: Aud your owne natures change: for each of you, So nothing here long standeth in one stay: That vertue have or this or that to make, Wherefore this lower world who can deny

Is checkt and changed from his nature trew, But to be subiect still to Mutabiliţie!"

By others opposition or obliquid view. Then thus gan Jove; “ Right true it is that these Besides, the sundry motions of your spheares, And all things else that under Heaven dwell So sundry waies and fashions as clerkes faine, Are chaung'd of Time, who doth them all disseise Some in short space, and some in longer yeares; Of being : but who is it (to me tell)

What is the same but alteration plaine? That Time himselfe doth move and still compell Onely the starrie skie doth still remaine: To keepe his course? Is not that namely wee, Yet do the starres and signes therein still move, Which poure that vertue from our heavenly cell And even itself is moved, as wizards saine: That moves them all, and makes them changed be? But all that moveth doth mutation love: So them we gods doe rule, and in them also thee.” Therefore both you and them to me I sabiect prore. To whom thus Mutability; “ The things, “ Then since within this wide great universe Which we see not how they are mov'd and swayd, Nothing doth firme and permanent appeare, Ye may attribute to yourselves as kings,

But all things tost and turned by trausverse; And say, they by your secret power are made : What then should let, but I aloft should reare But what we see not, who shall us perswade? My trophee, and from all the triumph beare? But were they so, as ye them faine to be,

Now judge then, O thou greatest goddesse trew, Mov'd by your might, and ordered by your ayde, According as thyselfe doest see and heare, Yet what if I can prove, that even yee (mee? | And unto me addoom that is my dew; Yourselves are likewise chang'd, and subiect unto That is, the rule of all; 'all being rul'd by you." “ And first, concerning her that is the first, So having ended, silence long ensewed; Even you, faire Cynthia ; whom so much ye make Ne Nature to or fro spake for a space, Joves dearest darling, she was bred and nurst But with firme eyes affixt the ground still viewed. On Cynthus hill, whence she her name did take; Meane while all creatures, looking in her face, Then is she mortall borne, howso ye crake: Expecting th' end of this so doubtfull case, Besides, her face and countenance every day Did hang in long suspence what would enšew, We changed see and sundry forms partake, (gray: To whether side should fall the soveraigne place : Now hornd, now round, now bright, now brown and At length she, looking up with chearefult view, (few: So that as changefull as the Moone men use to say. The silence brake, and gave her doome in speeches « Next Mercury; who though he lesse appeare " I well consider all that ye have sayd; To change his hew, and alwayes seeme as one ; And find that all things stedfastnes doe hate Yet be his course doth alter every yeare,

And changed be; 'yet, being rightly wayd, And is of late far out of order gone :

They are not changed from their first estate; So Venus eeke, that goodly paragone,

But by their change their being doe dilaie; Though faire all night, yet is she darke all day: And, turning to themselves at length againe, And Phæbus self, who lightsome is alone,

Doe worke their owne perfection so by fate: Yet is he oft eclipsed by the way,

Then over them Change doth not rule and raigne; And fills the darkned world with terror and dismay. But they raigne over Change, and doe their states

maintaine. “ Now Mars, that valiant man, is changed most; For he sometimes so far runs out of square, “ Cease therefore, daughter, further to aspire, That he his way doth seem quite to have lost, And thee content thus to be ruld by me: And cleane without his usuall sphere to fare; For thy decay thou seekst by thy desire : That even these star-gazers stonisht are

But time shall come that all shall changed bee, At sight thereof, and damne their lying bookes : And from thenceforth none no more change shall So likewise grim sir Saturne oft doth spare So was the Titaness put downe and whist, [see!" His sterne aspect, and calme his crabbed lookes : And love confirm'd in his imperiall see. So many turning cranks these hare, so many Then was that whole assembly quite dismist, crookes.

And Natures selfe did vanish, whither no man wist. Whose flowring pride, so fading and so fickle,

Short Time shall soon cut down with his consuming CANTO VIII.

sickle!
UNPERFITE.

Then gin I thinke on that which Nature sayd,
Of that same time when no more change shall be,

But stedfast rest of all things, firmely stayd
WHEN I bethinke me on that speech whyleare Upon the pillours of Eternity,
Of Mutability, and well it way;

That is contrayr to Mutabilitie:
Me seemes, that though she all unworthy were For all that moveth doth in change delight:
Of the Hear'ns rule; yet, very sooth to say, But thenceforth all shall rest eternally
In all things else sbe bears the greatest sway: With him that is the God of Sabaoth hight:
Which makes me loath this state of life so tickle, O! that great Sabaoth God, grant me that sabbaths
And love of things so vaine to cast away;

sight!

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FATE OF THE BUTTERFLIE.

TO THE

DEDICATED TO THE MOST PAIRE AND VERTUOUS LADIE,
THE LADIE CAREY. 1590.

I sing of deadly' dolorous debate,
Stir'd up through wrathfull Nemesis despight,
Betwixt two mightie ones of great estate,

Drawne into armes, and proofe of mortall fight,
RIGAT WORTHY AND VERTUOUS LADIE;

Through prowd ambition and hart-swelling bate,

Whilst neither could the others greater might THE LA: CAREY.

And sdeignfull scorne endure; that from small iarre

Their wraths at length broke into open warre. Most brave and bountifull la: for so excellent favours as I bave received at your sweet handes, to

The roote whereof and tragicall effect, offer these fewe leaves as in recompence, should Vouchsafe, O thou the mournfulst Muse of nyne, be as to offer flowers to the gods for their divine That wont'st the tragick stage for to direct, benefites. Therefore I have determined to give In funerall complaints and wailefall tyne, my selfe wholy to yon, as quite abandoned from Reveale to me, and all the meanes detect,

Through which sad Clarion did at last decline my selfe, and absolutely vowed to your services : To lowest wretchednes: and is there then which in all right is ever held for full recompence Such rancour in the harts of mightie men? of debt or damage, to have the person yeelded. My person I wot wel how little worth it is. But Of all the race of silver-winged dies the faithfull minde & humble zeale which I bear Which doe possesse the empire of the aire,

Betwixt the centred Earth, and azure skies, unto your la: may perhaps be more of price, as

Was none more favourable, nor more faire, may please you to account and use the poore ser- Whilst Heaven did favour his felicities, vice therof; which taketh glory to advance your of Muscaroll, and in his fathers sight

Then Clarion, the eldest sonne and heire excellent partes and noble vertues, and to spend Of all alive did seeme the fairest wight. it selfe in honouring you; not so much for your great bounty to my self, which yet may not be with fruitfull hope his aged breast he fed unminded; nor for name or kindreds sake by you of future good, which his young toward yeares, vouchsafed; being also regardable; as for that Full of brave courage and bold hardyhed honorable name, which yee have by your brave above th' ensample of his equall peares,

Did largely promise, and to him fore-red, deserts purchast to your selfe, and spred in the (Whilst oft his heart did melt in tender teares) mouths of all men : with which I have also pre-That he in time would sure prove such an one, sumed to grace my verses; and, under your As should be worthie of his fathers throne. name, to commend to the world this small poëme. The which beseeching your la : to take in worth, The fresh young flie, in whom the kindly fire & of all things therin according to your wonted of lustfull yongth began to kindle fast,

Did much disdaine to subiect his desire graciousnes to make a milde construction, I hum- To loathsome sloth, or houres in ease to wast, hly pray for your happines.

But ioy'd to range abroad in fresh attire,

Through the wide compas of the ayrie coast;
Your la: ever humbly;

And, with anwearied wings, each part t' inquire
Of the wide rule of his renowmed sire.

E. S.

For he so swift and nimble was of flight,

Beares in his wings so manie a changefull token. That from this lower tract he dar'd to stie

Ab! my liege lord, forgive it unto mee,
Up to the clowdes, and thence with pincons light If ought against thine honour I have tolde;
To mount aloft unto the cristall skie,

Yet sure those wings were fairer manifolde.
To view the workmanship of Heavens hight:
Whence down descending he along would fie Full many a ladie faire, in court full oft
Upon the streaming rivers, sport to finde;

Beholding them, him secretly envide,
And oft would dare to tempi the troublous winde.

And wisht that two such fannes, so silken soft,

And golden faire, her love would her provide; So on a summers day, when season milde

Or that, when them the gorgeous flie had doft, With gentle calme the world had quieted,

Some one, that would with grace be gratifide, And high in Heaven Hyperion's fierie childe

From bim would steale them privily away,
Ascending did his beames abroad dispred,

And bring to her so precious a pray.
Whiles all the Heavens on lower creatures smilde;
Young Clarion, with vauntfull lustiehed,

Report is that dame Venus on a day,
After bis guize did cast abroad to fare ;

In spring when flowres doo clothethe fruitfull ground, And thereto gan his furnitures prepare.

Walking abroad with all her nymphes to play,

Bad her faire damzels flocking her arownd His breast-plate first, that was of substance pure,

To gather fowres, her forhead to array:
Before his noble heart he firmely bound,

Emongst the rest a gentle nymph was found,
That mought his life from yron death assure, Hight Astery, excelling all the crewe
And ward bis gentle corps from cruell wound : In curteous usage and unstained hewe.
For it by arte was framed, to endure
The bit of balefull steele and bitter stownd, Who beeing nimbler ioynted then the rest,
No lesse then that which Vulcane made to shield

And more industrious, gathered more store
Achilles life from fate of Troyan tield.

Of the fields honour, than the others best;

Which they in secret harts envying sore, And then about his shoulders broad he threw Tolde Venus, when her as the worthiest An hairie hide of some wild beast, whom hee She praisd, that Cupide (as they heard before) In salvage forrest by adventure slew,

Did lend her secret aide, in gathering
And reft the spoyle his ornament to bee;

Into ber lap the children of the Spring.
Which, spredding all his backe with dreadfull view,
Made all, that him so horrible did see,

Whereof the goddesse gathering iealous feare, Thinke him Alcides with the lyons skin,

Not yet unmindfull, how not long agoe When the Næméan conquest he did win.

Her sonne to Psyche secrete love did beare,

And long it close conceal'd, till mickle woe Upon his head his glistering burganet,

Thereof arose, and manie a rufull teare; The which was wrought by wonderous device,

Reason with sudden rage did overgoe ; And curiously engraven, he did set:

And, giving hastie credit to th' accuser, The metall was of rare and passing price; Was led away of them that did abuse her. Not Bilbo steele, nor brasse from Corinth fet, Nor costly oricalche from strange Phænice ; Eftsoones that damzell, by her heavenly might, But such as could both Phæbus arrowes ward, She turn’d into a winged Butterflie, And th' hayling darts of Heaven beating hard. In the wide aire to make her wandring flight;

And all those flowres, with which so plenteouslie Therein two deadly weapons fixt he bore,

Iler lap she filled had, that bred her spight, Strongly outlaunced towards either side,

She placed in her wings, for memorie Like two sharpe speares, his enemies to gore :

Of her pretended crime, though crime none were : Like as a warlike brigandine, applyde

Since which that lie them in her wings doth beare, To tight, layes forth her threatfull pikes afore, The engines which in them sad death doo hyde: Thus the fresh Clarion, being readie dight, So did this fie outstretch his fearefull hornes, Unto his journey did himselfe addresse, Yet so aş him their terrour more adoroes.

And with good speed began to take his fight;

Over the fields, in his franke lustinesse, Lastly his shinie wings as silver bright,

And all the champaine o're he soared light; Painted with thousand colours passing farre And all the countrey wide he did possesse, All painters skill, he did about him dight:

Feeding upon their pleasures bounteouslie, Not halfe so manie sundrie colours arre

That none gainsaid, nor none did him envie. In Iris bowe; ne Hearen doth shine so bright, Distinguished with manie a twinckling starre; The woods, the rivers, and the medowes greene, Nor lunoes bird, in her ey-spotted traine,

With his aire-cutting wings be measured wide, So many goodly colours doth containe.

Ne did he leave the mountaines bare unseene,

Nor the ranke grassie fennes delights untride. Ne (may it be withouten perill spoken)

But none of these, how ever sweet tney beene, The archer god, the sonne of Cytheree,

Mote please his fancie, uor him cause t' abide: That ioyes on wretched lovers to be wroken, His choicefull sense with every change doth flit. And heaped spoyles of bleeding harts to see,

No common things may please a wavering wit, VOL. III.

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