2. CUPID AND CAMPASPE. CUPID and my Campaspe played Growing on's cheek (but none knows how ); O Love! has she done this to thee? XXVI. STERNHOLD AND HOPKINS. The Lord descended from above, On Cherubs and on Cherubims And on the wings of mighty winds XXVII. GEORGE CHAPMAN. 1. DEDICATION TO PRINCE HENRY. Perfect happiness by princes sought, Is not with birth born, nor exchequers bought, Nor follows in great trains, nor is possest With any outward state, but makes him blest That governs inward, and beholdeth there All his affections stand about him bare, That by his power can send to Tower and death All traitorous passions, marshalling beneath His justice his mere will, and in his mind Holds with a sceptre as can keep confined 2. VOYAGE TO CHRYSE. The youths crowned cups of wine, Drank off and filled again to all: that day was held divine, And spent in pæans to the Sun, who heard with pleased ear: When whose bright chariot stooped to sea, and twilight held the clear, All soundly on their cables slept, e'en till the night was worn; And when the Lady of the Light, the rosy-finger'd morn, Rose from the hills, all fresh arose and to the camp retired, While Phoebus with a fore-right wind their swelling bark inspired. XXVIII. GEORGE PEELE. A PRAYER. The feeble eyes of our aspiring thoughts For those, submit thy sense, and say, Thou power By monstrous floods, by flocks and flights of birds, Or by the figures of some hidden art, O heaven! protect my weakness with thy strength: Y« * PEELE-QUEEN ELIZ.-HARRINGTON. May brightly be refined, and shine to heaven. That when I think, thy thought may be my guide, XXIX. QUEEN ELIZABETH. HER COMPLAINT. Oh Fortune! how thy restless wavering state A.D. MDLV. 77 ELISABETH PRISONNER, XXX. SIR JOHN HARRINGTON O Sion, when on thee we think; Come, sing us now a song, say they, Jehovah's songs in stranger's land? If Salam bide not firm in mind, If other joys than her I find. Lord, think on Eden's race so rude That thus that day did whet this nation, XXXI. EDWARD FAIRFAX. THE FOREST. Close in the bosom of a bended hill, Of fair and fruitful trees a forest stood; Balm, myrtle, bdellium from their bark distil; Ray, smilax, myrtle (Cupid's arrow-wood,) Grew there; and cypress with his kiss-sky tops, And Ferrea's tree, whence pure rose-water drops. The golden bee, buzzing with tinsel wings, Sucked amber honey from the silken flower; The dove sad love-groans on her sackbut sings, The throstle whistles from his oaken tower; And sporting lay the nymphs of woods and hills, On beds of heart's-ease, rue, and daffodils. XXXII. MICHAEL DRAYTON. Clear had the day been from the dawn, Thin clouds, like scarfs of cobweb lawn, The wind had no more strength than this, To make one leaf the next to kiss, The flowers, like brave embroider'd girls, To see whose head with orient pearls And to itself the subtle air Such sovereignty assumes, That it received too large a share 2. CHAUCER. That noble Chaucer, in those former times, And was the first of ours that ever broke 3. THE DEER-HUNT. Now, when the hart doth hear When after goes the cry, with yellings loud and deep, ceives That he his speed must trust, his usual walk he leaves, And o'er the champain flies; which when the assembly find. Each follows as his horse were footed with the wind. Them frighting from the guard of these who had their But, when as all his shifts his safety still denies, Put quite out of his walk, the ways and fallows tries, |