NURSE

Oh Theseus wife, and Child Of Jove, let vice be soon out of thine honest breast exiled: And quench the raging heat: to dire despair do not up yield, Who at the first repulseth love, is safe and wins the field, Who does by flattering fancy fond feed on his vicious vain, To late does grudge against the yoke which erst he did sustain: Nor yet do I forget how hard, and void of reason clean: A Princes stately stomach yields unto the golden mean: The first redress is to withstand, not willingly to slide, The second is to have the fault by mean and measure tried: Oh wicked wretch what wilt thou do? why dost thou burden more The stained stock and dost excel thy mother's fault afore? More heinous is thy gilded than yet thy mother's Monster was: For monsters mayest thou think are brought by destiny to pass: But let the cause of sin, to blame of manners lewd redound: And if because thy husband does, not breath above the ground. Thou thinkest thou mayest defend thy fault, and make thy matter good And free from fear? thou art beguiled, yet think the Stygian flood In grisly gaping gulf for aye hath drenched Theseus deep, But yet thy Sire, whose kingdoms large the Seas at will do keep: Whose dreadful doom pronounceth pangs, and endue deserved pain, Two hundredth wailing souls at once. Will he thinkest thou maintain So heinous crime to couch? the care of tender Parents breast Full wise, and wary is to bring their children to the best. Yet shall we think by subtle mean by craft and devilish guile, In hugger mugger close to keep our treachery so vile. What shall thy mother's father Phoebe, whose beams so blazing bright, With fiery gleede oh every thing, does shed his golden light? Or Jove the Grandsire great of Gods that all the world does shake, And brandishes with flaming Fist, his fiery lightnings flake: That Vulcan does in Furnace hot, of dusky Aetna make Thinkest thou this may be brought to pass, so heinous crime to hide? Among thy Grandsire all that have eke privy thing espied? But though the favour of the Gods conceal the second time Thy loathsome lust (unworthy name) and to thy baudy crime, Sure faithfulness annexed be, that ever barred was. Each great offence, what will this work? a present plague, alas Suspicionlest the guilty night bewray thy deed unjust: And conscience burdened soar with sin that does it self mistrust. Some have commit offence full safe from any bitter blame, But none without the stinging pricks of conscience did the same: Assuage the boiling flames of this thy lewd ungracious love, Such monstrous mischief horrible from modest mind remove. Which never did Barbarian commit unto this day. No not the Gadding Goths that up and down the fyel es do stray: Nor craggy crested Taurus mount whose hoary and frosty face With cold abandons all inhabitors the place. Nor yet the scattered Scythian, thy mother have in mind, And fear this foreign venery, so strange against thy kind: The Father's wedlock with the sons thou seckst to be defylde, And to conceive in wicked womb a Bastard Mongrel Child: Go too, and turn thy Nature to the flame of burning breast. Why yet do Monsters cease? why is thy Brother's cave in rest. That Mynotaurus hideous hold and ugly couching den Without and other greedy fyend to munch up flesh of men? Mishapen, loathly monsters born so oft the world shall bear, So oft rebels against her self confused Nature deer, As love entangles Nymph's of Crere. To cure this puissant breach of illes no hope there is in us: Nor yet to quench his flashing flame: his furies fretting ire, Does fry in secret boiling breast, and though the smothrering fire Be covert close, yet bursting forth in welked face it fries: The sparkling flakes do glowing flash from bloudred rolling eyes She hanging down her pouched groin, abhors the loathsome light, Her skittish wits and wayward mind can fancy nothing right: Her faltering legs do fail her now, down squatting on the ground With sprawling limbs her shittell grief does cast her in aswound: Now scant she on her lithy neck holds up her giddy head, Nor can commit her self to couch in rest upon her bed. Nor harbouring quietness in heart with dreary dewle and plaint She languishes through out the night, and now her body faint She bids them up to lift: and now her down again to lay, And now his crispen locks undone abroad she bids display: And strait to wrap them up again. Thus fickle fanse still Does fleet, nor is contented with his wayward wandering will. No care she casts on her health nor eats one crumb of bread, With feeble fumbling foot upon the floor eke does she tread, Her strength alas is quite consumed, her favour sweet does faint: Nor ruddy sanguine purple day her cherry checks does paint: With greedy gripes of gnawing grief her pinched limbs do pine: Her faltering legs do stagger now: the gloss of beauty yne In body Alabaster bright is shrunk away and wast Those Crystal Eyes that wonted were resemblance clear to cast Of radiant Phœbus gold arrays, now nothing gentry shine: Nor bear a spark of Phœbus bright her father's beams divine: The trickling tears tril down her cheeks, Due dampish dropping still, Does wet her warrye plants, as on the top of Taurus hill The warry snows with lukewarm showers to moisture turned do drop But lo the Princes palace is set open in the top: She lying down upon her golden bed of high estate Hurls of his wonted royal robes which wounded heart does hate: Why, for one woman's fault of blame shall every one have partly? Love bridles oft with snaffling bits the stubborn wayward heart, Behold thy Mother's native land in Scythia every partly, The salvage women feel the force of Venus yoking band. Thou only Child thy Mother had dost this welt understand. Even as the stiff and sturdy Rocks have waltering waves with stood, And dasheth back from shore aloof the foamy flapping flood: So lightly be contemnes my talk: but Phaedra runneth mad Because of this my long delay with crushing cares y lad: What will she do? Aye me alas how shall she now be speed? Her breathless body to the ground drops suddenly down dead. A sallow hue Like ghastly death overstrikes her frenzy Face, Look up and speak behold thy deer sweet heart does thee embrace. Yet do not thou suppose, Though dreadful Ditis lock with bars, and bolt his dungeon close: And though the hideous hellicke hound do watch the grisly gates. Not Theseus alone shall have his passages stopped by fates, Nay churlishly he would of old his honest wife entreat. Antiope his bobbing but ets felt and heavy cuff: Suppose, yet thou can qualify thy husbands raging ruff: Yet who can more e Hippoly us most S any stubborn mind? He will abhor the very name detesting woman kind, And faring frantically, will gyve himself to single life, And shun the hated spousal bed of every marride wife, Then shall you plainly understand his brutish Scythian blood He will resist and not be daly with nor coyed, Nor change his chased estate, for life of chastity devoid, And turn perhaps his cankered hate to light on thee alone, That now he bears to all. Stark wild he is, Remember then thy father may thee take. Detesting womankind, he drives and courseth them away. Thy husband will be here. Dear daughter slake the ramping rage of thy unruly heart. Pluck down thy stomach stout, for this I judge thee worthy breath, In that thou dost confess thy self to have deserved death. Now strengthen we our hand, Alas shall not my Feeble age thy despret death withstand, Forbear the sway of fury fierce. Leave of thy bitter languishing unto the sil sort (That walter thus in waves of woe) grief gives not testing port Is any measure to be found in thy tormenting fire. Some grace at wild Dianae hand with sacrifice require. Oh Goddess great of Woods, in hills that only settest thy throne, And Gods that of the craggy clyues at worshipped alone, Thy wrathful threatenings on us all now turn to better plighted Oh Goddess that in forests wild and groves obtainest might, Oh shining lamp of heaven, and thou the Diamon of the Night, Oh threefold shapen Heccate that on the world his face Dost render light with torch by turns, vouchsafe to grau ̄ to thy grace To further this our enterprise and help our piteous case, Oh mollify Hippolytus his stubborn hardued heart, And let him learn the pangs of love and taste Like bitter smart: And yield his light allured ears: entreat his bru sh breast, And change his mind, in Venus bounds compel him once to rest. So froward and untoward now so crabbed cursed and mad: So shalt thou be with blandishing and smiling countnaunce clad. Thy shimering cloud clean fading hence then brightly shalt thou bear And glistering horns, then while by night upon the whirling sphere, Thy cloudy heeled steeds thou guides, the raging witches charm Of Thessal, shall not draw thee from the heavens nor do thy harm No Shepherd purchase shall renown. Thou comest at our request: Now favour dost thou grant unto the prayers of our Breast: I do espy him worshipping the solemn Sacrifice, Both place and time convenient by Fortune does arise: We must go craftily to work for fear we quaking stand, Full hard it is the buysy charge of guilt to take in hand: But who of Princes stands in awe, let him defy all right, Cast of the care of honesty from mind exiled quite, A man unfit is for the hest of King a bashful wight. Forgo these fears, and gently come thy blessed hap to take, For care constraineth me to mourn with sorrow for thy sake, That hurtfully thou looudes thy self with pangs of plum ̄ ging pain: Let him rub on in misery whom destiny does constrain: But if that any yield himself to waves of wilful woe, And does torment himself, deserves his we le for to forgo The which he knows not how to use: tush, be not so demure, Considering how thy years do run, take partly of sport and play, Let mirry Bacchus cause thee cast these clogging cares away, And reap the frutte of sweet delight belonging to thy years, For lusty youth with speedy foot full fast away it wears. Erst tender love, erst Venus feeds the young man's appetite, Be blithe my Boy, why Widow Like liest thou alone by night? Shake of thy sollem sadness man that h rty youth does spill: Huff, roist it out courageously, take bridle at thy will Let not the flower of plooming years all fru tles fade away. God pointeth every time his task, and leads in dus array Each age by order lust, as mirth the sappy youthful years, A forehead frayte with gravity becomes hoary hairs. Why dust thou bridle thus thy self, and dulls thy pregnant wit? The corn that did but lately sprout above the ground, if it Be rank of root, yet in the lusk, with enterest at large Unto the hoping husbandman shall travel all discharge. With branched bough above the Wood the tree shall raise his top, Whom rusty hand of cankered hate, did never spill nor lop. The pregnant Wits are evermore more prove to purchase praise, If noble hearts by freedom franckt be nourished from decays. Thou churlish country Clown Hodgelike not knowing Courtly life, Delight in drousy doting youth without a loving wife. Dost thou suppose that to this end Dame Nature id us frame, To suffer hardness in this world and to abide the same? With courses and kerereyes fetched the prancing Steeds to tame? Or bicker else with battles fierce, and broils of bloody war? That sovereign Sire of heaven and earth, when fates do us detarre, With signs and plagues prognosticate provided hath with heed, For to repair the damage done with new begotten seed. Go to, let bedding in the world be used once no more (That still mankind from age to age upholds and does restore) The filthy world deformed would lie in irksome ugly stay, No flo king ships on wambling Seas should hoisted Sails display. No Foul should skoare in Azure Sky, ne Beast to woods repair, And only whisking winds should whirl amid the empty air. What diverse dreery death's driven one mankind to dumpish graven? The Seas, the sword and traitorous trains whole countries wasted have: Yet for to limit forth our league there is no destiny think, So down to blackefast Stigian damps we of our selves do sink. Let youth that never felt the joys, in Venus lap which lie, Allow the solitary life, what ever thou espy, And hut liburly shall become for term of one men life. And work it one destruction by mutual hate and strife. Now therefore follow nature's course, of life the sovereign guide, Resort unto the town: with men delight thee to abide. A stubborn heart and obstinate in Phaedra's breast does dwell, With despret mind to slay her self our tears she does despise, And giving up the gasping Ghost, alas my Lady die. A boasting Bull, his marble neck advanced hie that bore, Vpraysd his lofty bristled Main on curled forehead green With shaggy ears pricked up his diverse speckled horns were seen. (Whom Bacchus erst possessed had, who tames the Cattle wild, And eake the God that horn in floods was bred a water Child) Now puffing he perbraketh flames, and now as leaming light With sparkling beams his goggle eyes do glare and glister bright. His greasy larded neck (a mark for to be noted well) With rough and knobby curnels High out bumping big do swell. His snorting Nostrils wide do grunt and yawning gulfs they sosse, His breast and throtebag greenishly are daw worser with clammy moss His side along begrymed is with Lettuce read of hue, On snarling knots his wrinkled rumps towards his face he drew, His scaly haunch, and lagging tail most ugly drags he up, As Pristis in the deep of Seas the swallowed Keel does sup, Or else perbraketh out again the undigested pup. The earth did quake, the Cattle feared about the field do ramp, The hunter stark with chilling fear begins to stare and stamp, The he dman had no mind his scattering Heifers to pursue, The Dear amazed brake the pale and bade the Lands adue. But only yet Hippolytus. devoid of fainting fear His neyng horses with the reins of Bridles hard does bear, With w nted words he cheereth up his nimble Nags afraid: A st epe High way at Argos lies with stony clives decaide, That nodding overhangs the Sea, which underfleets that ways: That ugly Roil here heats him self, and rag ng wrath does raise, And kindling courage hot, him force with burning breast assays, And chauflag eft himself before gan fret with angry heart. Lo then into a scouring course on sudden does he start, With whirl g pace he girding forth does scarcely touch the ground, Lighting a front the trimbling Eam to with glaring Eyes he glow worser. Then also does thy threatening Son with lowering brows upstarted, Nor changeth Count aunce, but speaks with stout courageous heart. This foolish fear does not appaule my bold and hardened breast, It comes to me by kind, that B lls by me should ee oppressed. His Steeds defying strait the R ynes plunge forward with the Cart, As rage did prick them, soar affright bestoe the way they start. This bias way among the Rocks they range, and wander wide, But as the Pilot (least the Bark should totter to one side) Does bear it even in wrestling waves: so while his horses skip, He ruleth them, now reins them hard, and now with winding whip Free lashes on their buttocks lays: his Foe does him pursue, Now step by step, now meeting full against his face he slew. Provoking terror every where. No further fly they might: The horned beast with butting Brow S gan run upon them right. The trampling Gennets distraught of wits do straight way break their ray, The struggle striving hard to slip the Collar it they may. And prancing on their hinder Feet, the burden hurl on ground: Thy Son flat falling on his Face, his body fast was bound, Entangled in the winding ropes, the more he strives to lose The slipping knots, he faster ticks within the S ding noose. The Horses do perceive the broil: and with the Wagon light. While none there is to rule the Reins, with ski tish fear affright At random out they ramping run, (even as the Welkin hie The Cart that missed his wonted weight, disdaining in the Sky The dreery day that falsely was commit unto the Sun, From off the fiery Marble Poale that down a skew does run, Flang Phaeton tops e toruey tossed) his blood begdres the ground: And dingd against the r gged Rocks his head does oft rebound: The brambles rend his haled hair the edged flinty stones, The beauty batter of his Face, and break his crashing bones: At Mouth his blaring tongue hangs out with squeezed eyes out dashed, His Jaws & Skull do crack, abroad his spurting Brains are pashed, His cursed beauty thus defoylde with many wounds is spent: The jotting Wheels do grind his guts, and drenched sims they rend. At length a Stake w to True ̄ chion burned his ripped Pau ̄ changed hath caught, From rived Grine tooth Navel stead within his womb it reached: The Cart upon his Master paused against the ground ycrusht, The Fellies stuck within the wounds, and out at length they rush : So both delay and Masters limbs are broke bystresse of Wheels: His dragling guts then trail about the wincing horses heals. They thumping with their horny Hooves against his Belly kick, From bursten Paunch on hea es his bloody bowels tumble thick: The scratting Briers on the Brakes with needle pointed pricks His gory Carcase all to raze with spells of thorny sticks And of his flesh each ragged shrub a gub does snatch and rend, His men (a mourning troop God knows) with brackish tears espre ̄ to Do stray about the field, whereas Hippolytus was tore: A piteous sign is to be seen by tracing long of gore: His howling Dogs their Masters limbs with licking follow still: The earnest toil of woeful Wights can not the coars up fill, By gathering up the gobbets sparest and broken lumps of flesh. Is this the fla nting bravery that comes of beauty fresh? Who in his Father's Empire erst, did reign as princely Pear The Heir apparent to the Crown, and shone in honour clear, Like to the glorious Stars of Heaven, his Limbs in piec S small Are gathered to his fatal Grave, and swept to funeral. He'll run away. Thy Father also he will come, For these my silver shining locks of hoary drooping age, And breast be ld with cloying cares restrain thy furious rage. I humbly thee beseech even by these tender tears of mine, Succour thy self, much health it is, if will to health incline. For this (my Lord) with hasty death she would her self have slame. Sweet Lady mine (thou comfort of my age And feeble years) if in thy breast prevails such mighty rage Have not regard what sounding blast in trump of fame be blown Whereby thy name in stained stock of black reproach be sown, Or grafted in spotless honesty: for fame does favour small The most upright, to better worse, to worse she's best of all, Let us assay the froward mind of yonder stubborn Child It is my partly to set upon the clubbish youngman wild And to compel the sturdy lad with stony heart to yield. Oh Goddess great that art the wondrous seed Of frothy surge in stormy raging seas Who ̄ flamy Cupid armed with scorching gleed, And Shafts, to call his Mother it does please: This wanton Elf forth putting sappy might From steadfast Bow how surely does he throw His venimd shafts, through all thy marrow right The foystring fire does rankle in and glow The secret flame that boileth in each vain The stripe laid on shows not in open mark : But inward marrow he sucketh out amain, This boy to found of peace does never hark. His scattered shafts full nimble every where He darts about, the East that does behold The dawning sun himself aloft to rear, From purple bed, and whither late he rolled. With ruddy lamp, in Western wade does glide: If any coastlye under scorching claws Of burning Crab, or people do abide, Beneath the climb of Isy frozen paws, Of ugly gargle faced bigger Bear, That wandering still from place to place does go The fervent Fumes, and stoving heat eke where That issues out from CUPIDS burning bow, The flashing flames of Youngmen's burning breast, He stirs up, enkindling new the heat Of quenched coals, that wonted was to rest In drooping age: and virgins hearts do beat With strange untasted brands: and does compel The Gods descending down from starry Sky, With counterfeited Visages, todwell Upon the Earth to blind the Lovers Eye. Sir PHŒBUS whilom forced in Thessail Land To Sheepeherds state ADMETUS Heirdes did driven, His mourning Harp depriude of heavenly Hand With ordered Pipe his Bullocks did revive. Even he that trails the dusky riding rack, And wields the swaying Poles with swinging swift How oft did he feigned forms put on his back And heavenly Face with baser countenance shift. Sometime a Bird with silver shining wings, He fluttering flushed, and languishing the death With sweet melodious tuned voice he sings, When silly Cygnus gave up gasping breath. Sometime also with curled for head grim A dallying Bull, he bent his stooping back To maidens sport, through deepest Seas to swim While horny hove made shift Like Over slack Through waters wild his brother's perilous cost With forward glancing breast the stream he brake, And least he should his tender pray have lost, Her troublous thought did cause his heart to quake Diana bright that sways in circle murk, Of darkened Sky, with frying fits did burn, And leaving of the Evening watch her work Her fulgent Chariot bright, eke did she turn. To PHŒBUS charge, to weelde it otherwise Her Evening Wain APOLLO learned to guide, And take his turn in lesser compassed size: The Dam pish nights watched not their wonted tied And late it was ere that AURORA fair Set forth the morning Sun with gold array, While that the Marble axell tree in the The shogging Cart made crake with swagging sway, ALCMENA'S boisterous Imp did lay aside His clattering shafts, and also did refuse To wear the ramping Lyons hairy Hide And Emraudes for his fingers did he choose, And braided kept his ruffled staring Locks, Beware Garters wrought on knee with seams of Gold And on his feet his dirty dabbled Socks, And with the hand where whilom he did hold His Clubbish bat, a thread he nimbly spun: Both Persia and fertile Lidia knew (Where golden sanded Pactolus does run) ALCYDES bid the Lyons case adieu And thunder propping brawny shoulderd sier That heaved and bolstered up the Welkin throne, In slender Kirtell wrought by Web of Tyre Did jet about to please his Love alone. This flame (believe the heart that feels the wound) Enspirde with holiness excels in might, Whereas the Land by Seas embraced round, Where twinkling Stars do start in Welkin bright This peevish Elf the Conntreyes all does keep, Whose quarrels sting the Marble faced rout Of water Nymph's, that with the Waters deep The brand that burns in breast cannot quench out, The flying fowl does feel the foystring flames. What cruel Skirmish do the Heyffers make? rickt up by lust that nice Dame VENUS frames. In furious sort for all the Cattles sake? If fearful Hearts their Hinds do once mistrust, In love disloyal then gladly dare they fight, And bellowings out, they bray to witness joust Their angry mood, conceyu'de in ireful spright. The painted coast of India then does hate The spotty Hided Tygar, then the Boar Does whet his Tusks to combat for his mate, And fomes at mouth: the ramping Lyons roar And shake their Manes, when CUPIDS corsies move With grunts and groans the howling frythes do murn The Dolphin of the raging Sea does love: The Elephants by CUPIDS blaze do burn: Dame nature all does challenge as her own, And nothing is that can escape her laws: The rage of wrath is quenched and overthrown, When as it pleases Love to bid them paws: Black hate that rusting frets in cankered breast, And all old grudge is dashed by burning love. What shall I make discourse more of the rest Stout Stepdame's does this gripe to mercy move. Thy crime detected is: Oh soul, why droupes thou all aghast? Let us appeach Hippolytus with fault upon him cast: And let us lay unto his charge, how he by might unjust Deflower would his Father's Wife with mischief, mischief must Concealed be: the best it is, thy foe first to invade, Sith that the crime is yet unknown who can be witness made, That either first we enterprised, or suffered of him then? Come, come, in hast Athenians, Oh troops of trusty men Help, help, Hippolytus does come, he comes, that Villain vile, That Ravisher, and Lecher foul, perforce would us defile. He threatens us denouncing death, and glittering Blade does shake, At her who chastely does withstand, and does for terror quake: Lo headlong hence for life and death he took him to his flight, And leaves his Sword in running rash, with ghastly fear affright: A token of his enterprise detestable we keep, Sirs cherish her, that storming sighs with pensive breast does weep. Her ruffled hair, and shattered Locks still let them daggle down, This witness of his villainy so bear into the Town. (Oh Lady mine be of good cheer. Pluck up your sprights again,) Why dost thou tearing thus thy self abhor all peoples sighed? Not blind Mischance but fancy wont to make ashamelesse Wight. H IPPOLYTVS even as the rage king storm away does fly, More swift than whirling Western wind vptumbling clouds in Sky, More swift then flashing flames, that catch their course with sweeping sway, When Stars ytost with whisking winds long fiery Drakes display. Fame (wondering at of aldertime our Ancestors renown) Fare well with thee, and bear away old worship from our Town. So much thy beauty brighter shines, as much more clear and fair, The golden Moon with glorio S Globe full furnished in the Air Does shine, when as her fiery tips of waining horns do close, When lifting up her fulgent face in ambling Wain she goes, Upon her nightwatch to attend, the Stars of lesser light Their darkened Faces hide, as he the Messenger of night That watchword gives of evening tide and Hesperus he hight, That gladding erst was bath'de in Seas, and he the same again When shedes be shrunk. does then the name of Lucifer obtain. Thou Bacchus blessed bairn of Jove in warlike India born, Thou Lad that evermore dost wear thy hairy bush unshorn, Whose Javelin tuft with Ivy bunch, the Tigers makes dreaded, And dost with labelde Mitre use to prank thy horny head, Hippolytus his staring Locks thou Bacchus shalt not stain, To wonder at thy loving looks too much do thou refrain, Whom (as the people do report) the Ariadne bright, For beauty's name preferde before Bacchus that Bromius hight. A brittle Jewel beauty is on mortal men employde, Thou gift that for a season short of Mankind art enioyde, How soon alas with feathered foot hence dost thou fading slide? The parching Summers vapour hot in Vers most pleasau ̄ to pride So withers not the Meadows green, (when as the scorching Sum ̄ ne) In Tropic ligue of burning Crab full hot at Noon does run, And on her shorter cloudy Wheels unhorseth soon the night. With wanny Leaves down hang the heads of withered Lilies white The balmy blooms and sprouting flo re do leave the naked ed As beauty bright whose radiant beams in corauld Cheeks is spread, Is dashed in the twincke of Eye: no day as yet did pass, In which not of his beauty reft some pearls person was. For Favour is a fleeting thing: what wight of any wit Will unto frail and fickle joy his confidence commit? Take pleasure of it while thou mayest, for Time with stealing steps Will under mint, on hour passed Straight in a worse leps: Why fliest thou to the wilderness, to seek thy succour there? Thy beauty bides not safer in the waylesse woods then here. If Titan hoist his tottering Cart on point of full midday, Thee shrouded close among the brakes the Naids will assay, A gadding troop that beautys B yes do lock in fountains fair. To frame their seat then unto thee in senseless S eepe repair, Shall wanton Fairies, Nymphs of Frithes, y on the Hills do walk, Which Dryade mountain Goblins haunt, that use on hills to stalk: Or when from high Starbearing poale Diana down did look On thee that next old Arcades in heaven thy seat hast took, She could not weilde her weltering wain, and yet no foggy cloud. Eclipsed her gleaming Globe, but we with incking Pans aloud, Gan make a noise, agrised at her dead and glowing light We deemed his char id with Magic verse of Thessant witches spright But thou didst cause his business, and madest her in a maze, While at thy pleasant lovely looks the Goddess stood in gaze, That rules the rain of cloudy night she stopped her ru ning raze, God grant that seldom biting frost may pinch this comely face. Let seldom scorching Sunny beams thy Cheeks with freckles die: The Marble blue in quarry pits of Parius that does lie, Bears not so brave a glimsyng gloss as pleasant see ves thy face Whose brows with manly majesty support and awful grace. And forehead fraught with gravity of Father's countnaunce old: His Ivory coloured neck although compare to Phoebe you would, His locks (that never lacking knew) it self displaying wide On shoulder points does set them out, and also does them hide. Thy curled forehead seems thee well, and eake thy not ed hair, That crumpled lies undight in thee a manly grace does bear. Thou Gods (though fierce and valiant) perforce dost chase, and far Dost overmatch in length of limbs, though yet but young thou are. Thou hears as big & boisterous brawns as Hercules: thy breast, Then Champion Mars more bourly bolstered out with broader chest: On back of horn toofed Steeds if vawting thou do ride, With Bridle in thine arrive hand more handsome canst thou guide. The trampling Cyllar horse of Spart, then Princely Castor could, Thy Letherne loop amid thy dart with former fingers hold, And driven thy lance with all thy pith, the active men of Crete, That with their pitched darts afar do learn the mark to bit. They shall not hurl a slender Reed, but after Parthian guise To shoot and arrow if they list into the open Skies, Unsped without some Bird attaint it shall not light on ground, Unbathed with lukewarm blood of guts in gory smoking wound, And from amid the lofty Clouds down shalt thou fetch thy pray: Few men (mark well the time) have born beauty unplagued away. God send thee better luck, and grant thy noble personage May pass unto the happy steps and stretch to dumpish age. What mischief unattempt escapes a Woman's witless rage? Most heinous crimes she means to lay to guiltless youngma ̄ S charge And thinks to make her matter good with hair thus rend at large, She towseth eake the pranking of her head with watered plants, Her sly devise no crafty kind of woman's fetches wants. But who is this that in his face such princely port does bear? Whose lofty looks with stately pace High vauntest his head does rear? Like lusty young Pyrithous, he looks in the face, But that a fainting fallow pale his bleakish Cheeks disgrace, And filthy baggage hangs on his hash hair raised upright, Lo Theseus, it is again restoard to earthly light: