Then me, vnhappie nymph, whom the dire fall Of my ioyes spring :—but there, aye mee, shee cried, And spake no more; for sorrow speech denied, And downe into her watrie lodge did goe; The very waters when shee sunke did showe With many wrinkled1 ohs, they sympathiz'd her woe: The sunne in mourning clouds inveloped, Handfuls of roses 'fore the teame of day, A shepheard 2 droue his flocke by chance that way, And made the nymph to dance that mournèd yesterday. G. FLETCHER, Trinit. 1 Wrinckled. G. 2 Sheappheard. G. AFTER PETRONIUS. (FROM TANNER MSS., VOL. 465, FOL. 42.1) Nisis amore pio pueri, &c. T was at euening, and in Aprill mild, I me fairest child; When Night and Day their strife to peace doe bring, The sunne being arbiter: I walkt to see I had mine eyes soe full of such a freind, Of cowslips lost their grace; the speckled pancie On the margin Bancroft has written that he had obtained this poem from a Mr Blois, and he notes that (as supra) it was from the Encolpus of Petronius. If later seasons had the roses bredd, I doubt the modest damaske had turn'd redd, Oh had some other, thus describ'd, and seene! 1 Sunflower. G. FLETCHER. 2 Cf. Milton later, "play in the plighted clouds" (Comus, 1. 300). R From Reward of the Faithfull .... (1.) THE HEAVENLY COUNTRY. "Which diuine thought wee shall not find in the hearts alone of the children of light, that haue the starres of heauen shining thicke in them, (Hebr. 11, 16) but in the minds of heathen men, that lay shadowed in their owne naturall wisedome, out of which the banisht Consul of Rome, Boetius, could sing Hæc, dices, memini patria est mihi, O this my country is, thy soule shall say, Hence was my birth, and here shall be my stay." (pp. 29, 30.) [Boethius, Cons. Phil. IV., metr. 1, 1. 25, 26. G.] (2.) THE ROSE and 'BLACK BUT COMELY.' "Cleane opposite are these glories, and delights, and this ambition to those of our vnder-world. Gather all the roses of pleasure that grow vpon the earth, sayes not the Greek Epigram truely of them: Τὸ ῥόδον ἀκμάζει βαιὸν χρόνον, ἢν δὲ παρέλθῃ, The Rose is faire and fading, short and sweet, And in a moment you shall see her fleet, And turne a bryer. They looke fairely, but they are sodainely dispoiled: whereas, contrary, all the flowers of Paradise (like the Church, Cant. 1. 5. 6.) sun-burnt and frosted with the heat and cold of this tempestuous world, looke black |