Going to bed.

Breake off your complement; musick be dombe;
And pull your cases o'er your fiddles eares;
Cry not, a hall, a hall, but chamber-roome,
Dauncing is lame, youth's old at twentie yeares;
Matrons, yee know what followes next;
Conduct the shamefac'd bride to bed,

(Though to her little rest)

Yee well can comment on the text,
And in loue's learning deepely read,

Aduise and teach the best.

Forward's the word; y' are all so in this arrant;

Wiues giue the word; their husbands giue the warrant.
Chorus. Io to Hymen, &c.

Modestie Now droopes our bride, and in her virgin state,
Seemes like Electra 'mongst the Pleyades;

in the Bride.

So shrinkes a mayde when her Herculean mate
Must plucke the fruit in her Hesperides.

As she's a bride, she glorious shines,

Like Cynthia, from the sunne's bright sphære,
Attracting all men's eyes;

But as she's virgin, waines, and pines,

As to the man, she approcheth neere;

So mayden glory dies.

But virgin beames no reall brightnesse render,

If they doe shine, in darke to shew their splendor.
Chorus. Io to Hymen, &c.

Then let the darke foyle of the geniall bed
Extend her brightnesse to his inward sight;
And by his sence he will be easly led

Το

To know her vertue, by the absent light.

Youths, take his poynts; your wonted right:

Bride

poynts

garters.

And maydens, take your due, her garters;

Take hence the lights, be gone;

Loue calls to armes, duell his fight;
They all remoue out of his quarters,

And leaue them both alone:

That with substantiall heate, they may embrace,
And know Loue's essence, with his outward grace.
Chorus. Io to Hymen, &c.

Hence Iealousie, riuall to Loue's delight,

Sowe not thy seede of strife in these two harts;
May neuer cold affect, or spleenefull spight
Confound this musicke of agreeing parts:
But time (that steales the virtuall heate
Where nature keeps the vitall fire)

(My heart speakes in my tongue) Supply with fewell life's chiefe seate, Through the strong feruour of desire;

Loue, liuing; and liue long.

kinde.

And eu'n as thunder riseth gainst the winde,
So may yee fight with age; and conquer
Chorus. Io to Hymen; Pæans sing
To Hymen, and my muses king.

Finis.

Christopher Brooke.

A blithe and bonny country lasse, 124.

A carefull Nimph with carelesse greefe opprest, 72.
Actæon lost in middle of his sport, 60.
Ah trees why fall your leaues so fast, 99.
Alas how wander I amidst these woods, 183.
Alas, my heart, mine eye hath wronged thee, 88.
Alas, what pleasure now the pleasant spring, 18.
All is not golde that shineth bright in show, 194.
A satyre once did runne away for dread, 232.
A Shepheard and a Shepheardesse, 190.
As I beheld I saw a heardman wilde, 173.
A silly shepheard lately sate, 82.

As it fell upon a day, 59.

As to the blooming prime, 134.

As withereth the primrose by the river, 9.

A turtle sate upon a leauelesse tree, 61.

Aurora now began to rise againe, 139.

Avrora's blush, the ensign of the day, 242.

Away with these selfe-louing lads, 181.

Beautie sat bathing by a spring, 26.

Burst forth my teares, assist my forward griefe, 179.

Clorinda false, adiew, thy loue torments me, 151.

Come away, come sweet loue, 179.

Come liue with me and be my deere, 216.

Come liue with me and be my loue, 214.

Come shepheards weedes, become your master's minde, 100.

Coridon, arise my Coridon, 73.

Diaphenia like the daffe-down-dilly, 105.

Downe a-downe, 62.

Ecclipsed was our sunne, 102.

Faire fieldes proud Flora's vaunt, why is't you smile, 37.

Faire in a morne, O fairest morne, 55.

Faire loue rest the here, 114.

Faire Nimphs, sit ye here by me, 233.
Faustus if thou wilt reade from me, 170.

Feede on my flocks securely, 91.

Fields were ouer-spread with flowers, 36.
Fie on the sleights that men deuise, 187.

From Fortune's frownes and change remou'd, 21.

Goe my flocke, goe get thee hence, 10.

Good Muse rock me asleepe, 38.

Gorbo as thou cam'st this way, 16.

Guarda mi las Vaccas, 95.

Happy Shepheards sit and see, 70.

Harke iolly shepheards, 239.

Hearbs, words, and stones, all maladies haue cured, 146.

Hey downe, a downe, did Dian sing, 135.

If all the world and loue were young, 215.

If Joue himselfe be subiect vnto Loue, 93.

If

If loue be life, I long to die, 211.

If Orpheus voyce had force to breathe such musique's loue, 130.

If that the gentle winde, 103.

If to be lou'd it thee offend, 174.

In a groue most rich of shade, 164.

In dewe of roses, steeping her louely cheekes, 178.

In Pescod time, when hound to horne, 206.

In pride of youth, in midst of May, 29.

In the merry month of May, 25.

In wonted walkes, since wonted fancies change, 212.

Jolly Shepheard, Shepheard on a hill, 49.

Joyne mates in mirth to me, 218.

I prethee keepe my kine for me, 96.

I see the iolly Shepheard, merrie, 126.

1 serue Aminta, whiter than the snowe, 119.

It fell upon a holy eue, 22.

It was a vallie gawdie greene, 128.

Let now each meade with flowers be depainted, 148.

Let now the goodly spring tide make vs merrie, 76.

Like desart woods, with darksome shudes obscured, 112.
Like desert woods with darkesome shades obscured, 224.
Like to Diana in her sommer weede, 67.

Loue in my bosom like a bee, 151.

Loue's queen long waiting for her true loue, 122.
Melampus when will loue be void of feares? 34.
Melpomene the Muse of tragicke songs, 238.
Methinkes thou takst the worser way, 175.

Muses helpe me, sorrow swarmeth, 184.

My fairest Ganimede, disdaine me not, 126.

My flockes feede not, my ewes breed not, 58.

My hart and tongue were twins at once conceaued, 136.

My life, young shepheardesse, for thee, 123.

My Phillis hath the morning sunne, 53..

My sheepe are thoughts which I both guide & serue, 101.

My thoughts are wing'd with hopes, my hopes with loue, 182.

My wanton muse that whilome wont to sing, 225.

Neere to a banke with roses set about, 189.

Neere to the riuer bankes, with greene, 158.

Neuer a greater foe did Loue disdaine, 137.

Nights were short, and dayes were long, 83.

No more, O cruell Nimph, now hast thou prayed, 117.
Now haue I learn'd with much adoe at last, 241.

Now Loue and fortune turne to me againe, 162.

Of mine owne selfe I doe complaine, 141.

O gentle loue vngentle for thy deede, 237.

O let that time a thousand moneths endure, 79.

On a day (alack the day) 57.

On a goodly summer's day, 43.

On a hill that grac'd the slaine, 239.

On a hill there growes a flower, 33.

Onely ioy now heare you are, 1.

O shadie vale, O faire enriched meades, 92.

O thou siluer Thames, O clearest christall flood, 27.

O woods vnto your walkes my body hies, 120.

Passed contents, 167.

Phoebe sate, 50.

Phœbus delights to view his laurell tree, 76.

Phillida

248

Phillida was a faire maide, 40.

Praised be Dianae's faire and harmlesse light, 111.
Prometheus when first from heauen hie, 231.

Ring out your belles, let mourning shewes be spread, 7
Say that I should say, I loue ye, 229.

Shall I say that I loue you, 212.

Shall we goe dance the hay? 228.

Shepheard saw you not, 196.

Shepheards giue eare and now be still, 108.

Shepheards that's wont on pipes of oaten reede, 48.

Shepheard what's loue, I pray thee tell? 90.

Shepheard who can passe such wrong, 155.

Shepheard why do'st thou holde thy peace? 153.

Since thou to me wert so vnkinde, 176.
Sweete Musique, sweeter farre, 147.

Sweete Phillis, if a silly swaine, 64.

Sweete thrall, first step to Loue's felicitie, 35.

Sweet violets, Loues paradise, that spread, 161.
Swell Ceres now, for other gods are shrinking, 133.
Tell me thou gentle Shepheard's swaine, 91.

The cause why that thou do'st denie, 145.

The fairest pearles that northerne seas doe breed, 236.
The frozen snake opprest with heaped snow, 230.
The Nightingale so soone as Aprill bringeth, 193.

The silly swaine whose loue breeds discontent, 35.
Thestilis a silly swaine, when loue did forsake him, 52.
The sunne the season in each thing, 68.

Thirsis enioyed the graces, 205.

Thirsis to die desired, 204.

Though Amarillis dance in greene, 169.

Through a faire forrest as I went, 221.

Through the shrubs as I can crack, 54,

Tvne on my pipes the praises of my loue, 65.

Тvne up my voyce, a higher note I yeeld, 121.

Venvs faire did ride, 199.

Vertue Beautie and Speeeh, did strike, wound, charme, 227.

We loue and haue our loues rewarded, 101.

What are my sheep without their wonted food? 20.

What chang's here, O haire! 143.

What pleasure haue great Princes, 156.

What shepheard can expresse, 87.

What time bright Titan, in the zenith sat, 98.

When Flora proud in pompe of all her flowers, 106.

When tender ewes brought home with euening sonne, 31.

When that I poore soule was borne, 112.

When the dogge, 154.

While that the sunne with his beames hot, 177.

Who hath of Cupid's cates & dainties praied, 131.

With fragrant flowers we strew the way, 47.

Would mine eyes were christall fountaines, 94.
Ye dainty nimphs that in this blessed brooke, 12.
Young Shepheards turne aside, and mone, 173.
You Shepheards which on hillocks sit, 3.

Zephirus brings the time that sweetly senteth, 206.

T. Bensley, Printer,

Bolt Court, Fleet Street, London.