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FROM MORANDO, THE TRITAMERON
OF LOVE. (ed. 1587.)
THE DESCRIPTION OF SILVESTRO'S LADY. Her stature like the tall straight cedar trees, Whose stately bulks do* fame th’ Arabian groves; A pace like princely Juno when she brav’d The Queen of love 'fore Paris in the vale; A front beset with love and courtesy; A face like modest Pallas when she blush'd A seely shepherd should be beauty's judge; A lip sweet ruby-red, grac'd with delight; A cheek wherein for interchange of hue A wrangling strife twixt lily and the rose; Her eyes two twincklingt stars in winter nights, When chilling frost doth clear the azur’d sky; Her hair of golden hue doth dim the beams That proud Apollo giveth from his coach ; The Gnidian doves, whose white and snowy pens Dof stain the silver-streaming ivory, May not compare with those two moving hills, Which topp'd with pretty teats discover down a vale, Wherein the god of love may deign to sleep; A foot like Thetis when she tripp'd the sands To steal Neptunus' favour with her || steps ; A piece despite of beauty fram'd, To show what nature's lineage could afford.
* do] The 4to.“ doth." + twinckling] The 4to. “ tinckling.” | do] The 4to.“ doth.” $ discover] The 4to. “ discovers," her] The 4to. “his."
The man whose method hangeth by the moon,
And rules his diet by geometry;
To part her bowels for his family;
By careless cutting of a goddess' gifts;
As trusting to content for others' shifts :
When golden world set worldlings all at ease;
UNDER THE PICTURE OF FORTUNE.
The fickle seat whereon proud Fortune sits,
The restless globe whereon the fury stands, Bewrays her fond and far inconstant fits;
The fruitful horn she handleth in her hands, Bids all beware to fear her flattering smiles, That giveth most when most she meaneth guiles; The wheel that turning never taketh rest,
The top whereof fond worldlings count their bliss, Within a minute makes a black exchange,
And then the vild and lowest better is; Which emblem tells us the inconstant state Of such as trust to Fortune or to Fate.
(ed. 1589, COMPARED WITH ED. 1616.)
When Neptune riding on the southern seas,
Shall from the bosom of his lemant yield
Plenty in pride shall march amidst the field; Dead men shall war, and unborn babes shall frown, And with their falchions hew their foemen down.
When lambs have lions for their surest guide,
And planets rest upon th’ Arcadian hills,
* It appeared afterwards under the title of Arcadia. † leman] See note * p. 192.
Some say, Love,
Doth rule and govern all the Gods :
Sets men's senses far at odds.
Is sweetest sweet that men can have :
Makes virtue yield as beauty's slave :
Love is sweet :
In fading pleasures that do pain.
That yieldeth sorrow for a gain?
That minutes' joys are monthly woes : 'Tis not sweet, That is sweet
Nowhere, but where repentance grows. Then love who list, if beauty be so sour; Labour for me, Love rest in prince's bower.
SEPHESTIA'S SONG TO HER CHILD.
WEEP not, my wanton, smile upon my knee,
Mother's wag, pretty boy,
Last his sorrow, first his joy.
Streaming tears that never stint,
Father's sorrow, father's joy.
The wanton smild, father wept,
Father's sorrow, father's joy.