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And when ye heare that I am dead or slaine,
Lament my lot, and tell your fellow swaines
That sad Alcyon dyde in lifes disdaine.

"And, ye faire Damsels! Shepheards deare delights,
That with your loves do their rude hearts possesse,
When as my hearse shall happen to your sightes,
Vouchsafe to deck the same with Cyparesse;
And ever sprinckle brackish teares among,
In pitie of my undeserv'd distresse,

The which, I, wretch, endured have thus long.


"And ye poore Pilgrimes! that with restlesse toyle
Wearie your selves in wandring desart wayes,
Till that you come where ye your vowes assoyle,
When passing by ye reade these wofull layes
On my grave written, rue my Daphnes wrong,
And mourne for me that languish out my dayes.
Cease, Shepheard! cease, and end thy undersong."-


Thus when he ended had his heavie plaint,
The heaviest plaint that ever I heard sound,
His cheekes wext pale, and sprights began to faint,
As if againe he would have fallen to ground:
Which when I saw, I (stepping to him light)
Amooved him out of his stonie swound,
And gan him to recomfort as I might.

But he no waie recomforted would be,
Nor suffer solace to approach him nie,
But casting up a sdeinfull eie at me,
That in his traunce I would not let him lie,
Did rend his haire, and beat his blubbred face,
As one disposed wilfullie to die,

That I sore griev'd to see his wretched case.

Tho when the pang was somewhat overpast,
And the outragious passion nigh appeased,
I him desyrde, sith daie was overcast,



And darke night fast approched, to be pleased
To turne aside unto my Cabinet,

And staie with me, till he were better eased
Of that strong stownd which him so sore beset.

But by no meanes I could him win thereto,
Ne longer him intreate with me to staie,
But without taking leave he foorth did goe
With staggring pace and dismall lookes dismay;
As if that death he in the face had seene,
Or hellish hags had met upon the
But what of him became I cannot weene.







In honour of the double mariage of the two Honorable and vertuous Ladies, the Ladie Elizabeth, and the Ladie Katherine Somerfet, Daughters to the Right Honorable the

Earle of Worcester, and espoused to the

two worthie Gentlemen, M. Henry

Gilford and M. William

Peter, Efquyers.


Printed for William Ponsonby.



ALME was the day, and through the trembling ayre

Sweete breathing Zephyrus did softly play,

A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay

Hot Titans beames, which then did glyster fayre;
When I, whom sullein care,

Through discontent of my long fruitlesse stay
In Princes Court, and expectation vayne
Of idle hopes, which still doe fly away,
Like empty shaddowes, did aflict my brayne,
Walkt forth to ease my payne

Along the shoare of silver streaming Themmes;
Whose rutty Bancke, the which his River hemmes,
Was paynted all with variable flowers,

And all the meades adornd with daintie gemmes,
Fit to decke maydens bowres,

And crowne their Paramours

Against the Brydale day, which is not long:


Sweete Themmes! runne softly, till I end my Song.


There, in a Meadow, by the Rivers side,
A Flocke of Nymphes I chaunced to espy,
All lovely Daughters of the Flood thereby,


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