NATURE'S bright eyesight, and the Night's fair soul,2 3That with thy triple forehead dost control Earth, seas, and hell; and art in dignity The greatest and swiftest planet in the sky. CYNTHIAM. We know can nothing further thy recall, Shall celebrate thy changes' funeral. Peaceful and warlike, and the1 power of Her beauties' strongest proofs, and hugest fate, Only to show that since it was composed Let it approve: no change shall take thee hence, Nor thy throne bear another inference; For if the envious forehead of the earth Lour on thy age, and claim thee as her birth, Tapers nor torches, nor the forests burning, Soul-winging music, nor tear-stilling mourning (Used of old Romans and rude Macedons In thy most sad and black discessions), love: When men as many as the lamps above, Arm'd Earth in steel, and made her like the skies, That two Auroras did in one day rise. Hovering above them with indifferent wings, Till Blood's stern daughter, cruel1o Tyche, flings The chief of one side, to the blushing ground, And then his men (whom griefs and fears confound) Turn'd all their cheerful hopes to grim despair, Some casting off their souls into the air, Some taken prisoners, some extremely maim'd, And all (as men accursed) on fate exclaim'd. So, gracious Cynthia, in that sable day, When interposed earth takes thee away (Our sacred chief and sovereign general), . As crimson a retreat, and steep a fall, We fear to suffer from this peace and height, Whose thankless sweet now cloys us with receipt. The Romans set sweet music to her charms, To raise thy stoopings, with her airy arms: Used loud resoundings with auspicious brass: Held torches up to heaven, and flaming glass, Made a whole forest but a burning eye, T'admire thy mournful partings with the sky. The Macedonians were so stricken dead, With skill-less horror of thy changes dread; They wanted hearts, to lift-up sounds, or fires, Or eyes to heaven; but used their funeral tyres, Trembled, and wept; assured some mischief's fury Would follow that afflicting augury. Nor shall our wisdoms be more arrogant (O sacred Cynthia), but believe thy want Hath cause to make us now as much afraid : Nor shall Democrates, who first is said, cause, Persuade our sorrows to a vain applause. Time's motion, being like the reeling sun's, Or as the sea reciprocally runs, Hath brought us now to their opinions; As she is English; but in right prefers 12The pureness of thy never-tainted life, And make us tremble, lest thy sovereign parts (The whole preservers of our happiness) Should yield to change, eclipse, or heavi ness. And as thy changes happen by the site, Near, or far distance, of thy father's* light, Who (set in absolute remotion) reaves Thy face of light, and thee all darken'd leaves : So for thy absence to the shade of death Our souls fly mourning, winged with our breath. Then set thy crystal and imperial throne, Gainst Europe's Sun directly opposite, Girt in thy chaste and never-loosing zone, And give him darkness that doth threat thy light. O how accursed are they thy favour scorn !14 Diseases pine their flocks, tares spoil their corn: Old men are blind of issue, and young wives Bring forth abortive fruit, that never. thrives. But then how bless'd are they thy favour graces, Peace in their hearts, and youth reigns in their faces : Health strengths their bodies, to subdue the seas, And dare the Sun, like Theban Hercules, To calm the furies, and to quench the fire: As at thy altars, in thy Persic empire, Harmless, and confident, on burning coals: And steels our feet to march on needles' points: And 'mongst her arms hath armour to repel The cannon and the fiery darts of hell: She is the great enchantress that commands Spirits of every region, seas, and lands, Round heaven itself, and all his sevenfold heights, Are bound to serve the strength of her conceits. A perfect type of thy Almighty state, That hold'st the thread, and rulest the sword of fate. Then you that exercise the virgin court *Eurip. in Phænisses, calls her the daughter, Of peaceful Thespia, my muse consort, not sister, of the Sun. O clarissimi filia Solis Luna aurei circuli lumen, &c. Making her drunken with 16Gorgonean dews, And therewith all your ecstasies infuse, That she may reach the topless starry brows Of steep Olympus, crown'd with freshest boughs Of Daphnean laurel, and the praises sing An earthly soul, and make it mere divine. Sing then withal, her palace brightness bright, The dazzle-sun perfections of her light; Circling her face with glories, sing the walks, Where in her heavenly magic mood she stalks. Her arbours, thickets, and her wondrous game, (A huntress, being never match'd in fame), Presume not then ye flesh-confounded souls, That cannot bear the full Castalian bowls, Which sever mounting spirits from the senses, To look in this deep fount for thy pretences: The juice more clear than day, yet shadows night, Where humour challengeth no drop of right: But judgment shall display, to purest eyes With ease, the bowels of these mysteries. See then this planet of our lives descended To rich 17Ortygia, gloriously attended, Her rare Elysian palace she did build With studied wishes, which sweet hope did gild With sunny foil, that lasted but a day : For night must needs importune her away. The shapes of every wholesome flower and tree She gave those types of her felicity. And Form herself she mightily conjured Their priceless values might not be obscured, With disposition baser than divine, This tender building, Pax Imperii named, Which cast a shadow like a Pyramis, That it the region of the moon transcended: 18Here as she sits, the thunder-loving Jove Dear goddess, prompt, benign, and bounteous, That hears all prayers, from the least of us Large riches gives, since she is largely given, And all that spring from seed of earth and heaven She doth command: and rules the fates of all, Old Hesiod sings her thus celestial. And now to take the pleasures of the day, Because her night-star soon will call away, She frames of matter intimate before (To wit, a white and dazzling meteor), A goodly nymph, whose beauty, beauty stains Heavens with her jewels; gives all the reins Of wished pleasance; frames her golden wings, But them she binds up close with purple strings, Because she now will have her run alone, Then straight the flowers, the shadows and the mists (Fit matter for most pliant humourists), She hunters makes and of that substance hounds : Good gifts are often given to men past good, And Noblesse stoops sometimes beneath his blood. The hounds that she created, vast, and fleet Were grim Melampus, with th' Ethiop's feet, White Leucon; all-eating Pamphagus, Sharp-sighted Dorceus, wild Oribasus, Storm-breathing Lelaps, and the savage Theron, Wing'd-footed Pterelas, and hind-like Ladon, Greedy Harpyia, and the painted Stycté, Fierce Trigis, and the thicket-searcher Agre, The black Melaneus, and the bristled Lachne, Lean-lustful Cyprius, and big-chested Aloe. These and such other now the forest ranged, And Euthimya to a panther changed, Holds them sweet chase; their mouths they freely spend, As if the earth in sunder they would rend. Which change of music liked the goddess So, That she before her foremost nymph would go, And not a huntsman there was eagerer seen In that sport's love (yet all were wondrous keen) Than was their swift and windy-footed queen. But now this spotted game did thicket take, Where not a hound could hunger'd passage make: Such proof the covert was, all arm'd in thorn, With which in their attempts the dogs were torn, And fell to howling in their happiness: As when a flock of school-boys, whom their mistress Held closely to their books, gets leave to sport, And then like toil-freed deer, in headlong sort, With shouts, and shrieks, they hurry from the school. Some strew the woods, some swim the silver pool: All as they list to several pastimes fall, To feed their famish'd wantonness withal. When straight, within the woods some wolf or bear, The heedless limbs of one doth piecemeal tear, Affrighteth other, sends some bleeding back, And some in greedy whirl-pits suffer wrack. So did the bristled covert check with wounds The licorous haste of these game-greedy hounds. In this vast thicket (whose description's task The pens of furies, and of fiends would ask: So more than human-thoughted horrible) Did ceaseless walk; exspiring fearful groans, Curses and threats for their confusions. Her darts, and arrows, some of them had slain, Others her dogs eat, painting her disdain, After she had transform'd them into beasts: Others her monsters carried to their nests, Rent them in pieces, and their spirits sent To this blind shade, to wail their banish ment. The huntsmen hearing (since they could not hear) Their hounds at fault; in eager chase drew near, Mounted on lions, unicorns, and boars, And saw their hounds lie licking of their sores, Some yearning at the shroud, as if they chid Her stinging tongues, that did their chase forbid : By which they knew the game was that way gone. Then each man forced the beast he rode upon, T' assault the thicket; whose repulsive thorns So gall'd the lions, boars, and unicorns, Dragons, and wolves; that half their courages Were spent in roars, and sounds of heavi ness: Yet being the princeliest, and hardiest beasts, That gave chief fame to those Ortygian forests, But now the world consists on contraries. So sense brought terror, where the mind's presight Had saved that fear, and done but pity right, But servile fear, now forged a wood of darts Within their eyes, and cast them through their hearts: Then turn'd they bridle, then half slain with fear, Each did the other backwards overbear, As when th' Italian Duke, a troop of horse Sent out in haste against some English force, From stately-sighted sconce-torn Nimiguen, Under whose walls the 19wall most Cynthian, Stretcheth her silver limbs loaded with wealth, Hearing our horse were marching down by stealth. (Who looking for them) war's quick artisan, Fame-thriving Vere, that in those countries wan More fame than guerdon; ambuscadoes laid Of certain foot, and made full well appaid When we retiring to our strength again, Tempest their wraths on them that wist it not. Then (turning headlong) some escaped us So, Some left to ransom, so to overthrow, Out flew the hounds, that there could nothing find, Of the sly panther, that did beard the wind, His shadow climes the trees, and scales a hill,* While he goes on the beaten passage still : So slightly touch'd the panther with her scent, This irksome covert, and away she went, And never foul them: for kind Cupid spread * Simile ad eandem explicat. |