I loved Eurydice, the brightest lass, But fair and constant hardly may agree: Theseus did help, and I in haste did hie To Pluto, for the lass I loved so: The god made grant, and who so glad as I? She slipped aside, back to her latest love, Unkind, she wronged her first and truest feere! To change and fleet, and every way to shrink, THE SONG OF ARION. SEATED upon the crooked dolphin's back, Such plaints he throbbed, as made the dolphin stay What are fair women but rich nature's wealth? Thetis is such, and more if more may be; Women are sweets that salve men's sourest ills; Such love with faith, such jewels women are: With that he dived into the coral waves, SONNET. CUPID abroad was lated in the night, His wings were wet with ranging in the rain: Looking more narrow by the fire's flame, He pierced the quick, and I began to start, * This sonnet, extended by the addition of an introductory stanza, will be found repeated, with a few verbal alterations, in a madrigal, post, p. 123. FROM PENELOPE'S WEB.* THE SONNET FROM ARIOSTO. HE sweet content that quiets angry thought, Juno, the queen and mistress of the sky, When angry Jove did threat her with a frown, Caused Ganymede for nectar fast to hie, With pleasing face to wash such choler down; The laurel that impales the head with praise, The crown that honours dames with dignity; BARMENISSA'S SONG. HE stately state that wise men count their good, THE The chiefest bliss that lulls asleep desire, Is not descent from kings and princely blood, Ne stately crown ambition doth require; * Penelope's Web. Where, in a crystal mirror of feminine perfection represents to the view of every one, those virtues and graces which more euriously beautify the mind of women than either sumptuous apparel, or jewels of inestimable value; the one buying fame with honour, the other breeding a kind of delight, but with repentance. In three several discourses also are three special virtues, necessary to be For birth by fortune is abasèd down, The sceptre and the glittering pomp of mace, The cottage seated in the hollow dale, That fortune never fears because so low, The quiet mind that want doth set to sale, Sleeps safe when princes seats do overthrow: Want smiles secure, when princely thoughts do feel That fear and danger tread upon their heel. Bless fortune thou whose frown hath wrought thy good, VERSES. ASPIRING thoughts led Phaeton amiss; Proud Icarus did fall, he soared so high; That fortune lays, presumptuous minds to spill. incident in every virtuous woman, pithily discussed; namely, obedience, chastity, and silence; interlaced with three several and comical histories. By Robert Greene, Master of Arts in Cambridge. Omne tulit punctum qui miscuit utile dulci. 1601. The bitter grief that frets the quiet mind, And yet to honour sworn a secret foe: The misty cloud that so eclipseth fame, These blazing comets do foreshow mishap; These three forewarned well may'st thou fly: FROM ARBASTO.* SONG. WHEREAT erewhile I wept, I laugh; That which I feared, I now despise; My victor once, my vassal is; My foe constrained, my weal supplies: * The History of Arbasto, King of Denmark. anatomy of Fortune, in his love to fair Doralicia. Describing the Wherein gentle men may find pleasant conceits to purge melancholy, and perfect |