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HYMEN'S TRIUMPH: A PASTORAL TRAGI
Love in Infancy.
10 We spent our childhood : but when years began To reap the fruit of knowledge : ah, how then Would she with graver looks, with sweet stern brow, Check my presumption and my forwardness ; Yet still would give me flowers, still would me show What she would have me, yet not have me know.
Love after Death. Palæmon. Fie, Thirsis, with what fond remen
brances Dost thou these idle passions entertain ! For shame leave off to waste your youth in vain, And feed on shadows : make your choice anew. 20 You other nymphs shall find, no doubt will be As lovely, and as fair, and sweet as she.
Thirsis. As fair and sweet as she? Palæmon, peace : Ah, what can pictures be unto the life? What sweetness can be found in images ? Which all nymphs else besides her seem to me. She only was a real creature, she, Whose memory must take up all of me. Should I another love, then must I have Another heart, for this is full of her,
30 And evermore shall be : here is she drawn At length, and whole : and more, this table is A story, and is all of her ; and all Wrought in the liveliest colours of my blood;
And can there be a room for others here ?
The Story of ISULIA.
There was sometimes a nymph,
"Move you to pity, pity a poor maid, “The most distressed soul that ever breath'd ; “And save me from the hands of these fierce men. "Let me not be defild and made unclean, “Dear woman, now, and I will be to you “The faithfullst slave that ever mistress serv'd ; “Never poor soul shall be more dutiful, "To do whatever you command, than I. “No toil will I refuse ; so that I may “ Keep this poor body clean and undeflower'd, 10 “Which is all I will ever seek. For know “ It is not fear of death lays me thus low, “But of that stain will make my death to blush." All this would nothing move the woman's heart, Whom yet she would not leave, but still besought : “O woman, by that infant at your breast, “And by the pains it cost you in the birth, "Save me, as ever you desire to have "Your babe to joy and prosper in the world : “Which will the better prosper sure, if you
20 "Shall mercy shew, which is with mercy paid I" Then kisses she her feet, then kisses too The infant's feet; and, “Oh, sweet babe," (said she,) “Could'st thou but to thy mother speak for me, “And crave her to have pity on my case, “Thou might'st perhaps prevail with her so much “Although I cannot; child, ah, could'st thou speak.” The infant, whether by her touching it, Or by instinct of nature, seeing her weep, Looks earnestly upon her, and then looks 30 Upon the mother, then on her again, And then it cries, and then on either looks : Which she perceiving ; “Blessed child,” (said she,)
Although thou canst not speak, yet dost thou cry
Unto thy mother for me. Hear thy child, “Dear mother, hear, it is for me it cries,
It's all the speech it hath. Accept those cries, "Save me at his request from being defil'd : “Let pity move thee, that thus moves thy child." The woman, tho' by birth and custom rude, 40 Yet having veins of nature, could not be But pierceable, did feel at length the point Of pity enter so, as out gush'd tears,