1 Way. EPILOGUE. Lo! I have made a Calender for every year, That steel in strength, and time in durance, shall outwear; And, if I marked well the stars' revolution, It shall continue till the world's dissolution, To teach the ruder shepherd how to feed his sheep, Go but a lowly gate1 amongst the meaner sort: Chaucer. Dare not to match thy pipe with Tityrus2 his style, Nor with the Pilgrim that the ploughman play'd a while; But follow them far off, and their high steps adore; MERCE NON MERCEDE. (For recompense, but not for hire.) * The pilgrim :' perhaps the author of the 'Visions of Pierce Plough man.' MUIOPOTMOS:* OR, THE FATE OF THE BUTTERFLY. BY ED. SP. DEDICATED TO THE MOST FAIR AND VIRTUOUS LADY, THE LADY CAREY.+ 1590. * Written on a real occasion, but what, has not transpired. + The lady of Sir George Carey, who became Lord Hunsdon by the death of his father in 1596. TO THE RIGHT WORTHY AND VIRTUOUS LADY, THE LADY CAREY. Most brave and bountiful Lady, for so excellent favours as I have received at your sweet hands, to offer these few leaves as in recompense, should be as to offer flowers to the gods for their divine benefits. Therefore I have determined to give myself wholly to you, as quite abandoned from myself, and absolutely vowed to your services: which in all right is ever held for full recompense of debt or damage, to have the person yielded. My person I wot well how little worth it is. But the faithful mind and humble zeal which I bear unto your Ladyship may perhaps be more of price, as may please you to account and use the poor service thereof; which taketh glory to advance your excellent parts and noble virtues, and to spend itself in honouring you; not so much for your great bounty to myself, which yet may not be unminded; nor for name or kindred's sake by you vouchsafed; being also regardable; as for that honourable name, which ye have by your brave deserts purchased to yourself, and spread in the mouths of all men: with which I have also presumed to grace my verses; and, under your name, to commend to the world this small Poem. The which beseeching your Ladyship to take in worth,* and of all things therein according to your wonted graciousness to make a mild construction, I humbly pray for your happiness. Your Ladyship, ever humbly, Patiently, indulgently. E. S. MUIOPOTMOS: OB, THE FATE OF THE BUTTERFLY. I SING of deadly dolorous debate, The root whereof and tragical effect, Of all the race of silver-winged Flies Betwixt the centred earth, and azure skies, 1 Afflic tion. Whilst Heaven did favour his felicities, With fruitful hope his aged breast he fed 1 Foretold. Did largely promise, and to him fore-red,1 Mount. The fresh young Fly, in whom the kindly fire For he so swift and nimble was of flight, To view the workmanship of heaven's height: So on a summer's day, when season mild |