Or tune the accent of thy harmless lays Whiles round about thy greedy eye doth look, Observing wonders in some flower by, This bent, that leaf, this worm, that butterfly. Or, wouldst thou music to delight thine ear, Some mateless dove doth murmur out the base. * Nor princes' richest arras may compare With some small spot where Nature's skill is shown, Perfuming sweetly all the neighbour air, While thousand colours in a night are blown : Here's a light crimson, there a deeper one, A maiden's blush, here purples, there a white, Then all commingled for our more delight. Withal, as in some rare limn'd book, we find The daisy teacheth lowliness of mind, The camomile, we should be patient still, The rue, our hate of vice's poison ill, The woodbine, that we should our friendship hold, Our hope the savory in the bitterest cold. Yet, love the city, as the kindly nurse Of all good arts, and fair civility; Where, though with good be intermixt the worse, That most disturb our sweet tranquillity, Content thyself, till thine ability And better hap shall answer thy desire. The Author's Conclusion. [From 23 stanzas.] As then the sky was calm and fair, The winds did cease, and clouds were fled, Aurora scatter'd Phoebus' hair, New risen from her rosy bed: I At whose approach the harlot strew Both mead and mountain with her flowers, While Zephyr sweetest odours threw About the fields and leavy bowers. "Flora, sometime a famous harlot in Rome, and after "goddess of flowers." The woods and waters left their sound, The winged people perch'd above; Her wonted plaints unto the Morn, That seem'd indeed her state to rue By shedding tears upon the thorn. When I, as other, taking rest Was show'd, methought, a goodly plain, With all the store of Nature blest, And situate within the main ; With rocks about environ'd quite, But inward round in rows there stood, As well for profit as delight, The trees of orchard and the wood. The builder acorn, long ago To Dodonæan Jove adjoin'd; Nor wanting was, nor that same tree 1 That bears the stain in fruit and seeds Of Thisbe's woful tragedy. * "The mulberry." Th' unblasted bay, to conquests due, The Persian peach, and fruitful quince, And there the forward almond grew, With cherries,' known no long time since; The winter-warden, orchard's pride, 2 The philibert, that loves the vale, And red queen-apple, so envìed Of schoolboys passing by the pale. Within there was a circlet round, For roses by did blush for shame, In robe of woven silver fine, And deepest crimson she was clad; 1 "Erasmus-affirmeth cherries to have been known to "these parts of Europe little above two or three hundred 66 years, being first brought from Cerasuntis, a city of Pontus, whence they have their name.” 66 "The filbert, so named of Philibert, a king of France, "who caused by art sundry kinds to be brought forth.” Then, diaper'd with golden twine, Wherein were wrought, with rarest skill, And here and there emboss'd a hill, With fountains, and the Nymphs of floods. A massy collar, set with stones, Did over all itself extend, Whereon, in sparkling diamonds, Saint George, her patron, did depend. A crown imperial on her head; One hand a bright drawn sword did hold; The other (most that made her dread) While proudly under foot she trod Rich trophies and victorious spoils, Atchieved by her might abroad, Her name is EMPRESS OF THE ILES, There chariots were, that once she wan From Cæsar, ere she was betray'd, With standards, got from Pagans whan She lent the Holy land her aid. Here saw I many a shiver'd lance, Swords, battle-axes, cannons, slings; |