I stood amaz'd and wondering at the sight, That shone like to the heaven's rich sparkling light, Discours'd the same; And said, my friend, this worm within the fire, Which lies Is Venus' worm, and represents desire. A salamander is this princely beast: Given him by Cupid as a gorgeous crest Content he lies and bathes him in the flame, And goes For why, he cannot live without the same. As he, so lovers lie within the fire Of fervent love, And shrink not from the flame of hot desire, From any heat that Venus' force imparts, Content Within a fire, and waste away their hearts. Up flew the dame, and vanish'd in a cloud, And many thoughts within my mind did shroud I felt within my heart a scorching fire, And yet, As did The salamander, 'twas my whole desire. RADAGON IN DIANAM. It was a valley gaudy green, And did pass All other of Diana's bowers, A fount it was that no sun sees, Circled in with cypress trees, Set so nigh As Phoebus' eye Could not do the virgins scathe, · Are plagues that God sent down from high, To pester men with misery. As thus the virgins did disdain Grieving at Diana's song, His bow of steel, darts of fire, In their eyes, And at the entrance made them start, For it ran from eye to heart. Calisto straight supposed Jove Was fair and frolic for to love; Scap'd not free, For, well I wot, hereupon She lov'd the swain Endymion; Clytia Phoebus, and Chloris' eye Did discuss By her son in darts of fire, None so chaste to check desire. Dian rose with all her maids, Show their thrall; And flinging hence pronounce this saw, MULIDOR'S MADRIGAL. DILDIDO, dildido, O love, O love, I feel thy rage rumble below and above! In summer time I saw a face, Trop belle pour moi, helas, helas! Like to a ston'd horse was her pace: Was ever young man so dismay'd? Her eyes, like wax torches, did make me afraid : Thy beauty, my love, exceedeth supposes; That I with the primrose of my fresh wit Trop belle pour moi, helas, helas! Trop belle pour moi, voila mon trepas. braids] i. e. crafts, deceits, (see Steevens's note on "Since Frenchmen are so braid." Shakespeare's All's well that ends well, Act iv. sc. 2.) or, perhaps, upbraidings. THE PALMER'S VERSES. IN greener years, whenas my greedy thoughts As in his circular and ceaseless ray The year begins, and in itself returns, Refresh'd by presence of the eye of day, That sometimes nigh and sometimes far sojourns; So love in me, conspiring my decay, With endless fire my heedless bosom burns, And from the end of my aspiring sin, My paths of error hourly do* begin. ARIES. When in the Ram the sun renews his beams, I do] The 4to. "doth." |