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A PASTORALL ÆGLOGVE 555
Lycon vnfortunate ? What spitefull fate, L ÆGLOGVE 555
What lucklesse destime hath thee bereft Happie name,happie tree, faire may you grow,
Of thy chief comfort, of thy onely stay ? And spred your sacred branch, which honor
Where is become thy wonted happie state, giues,
(Alas) wherein through many a hill and dale, To famous Emperours, and Poets crowne
Through pleasant woods, and many an vn- Vnhappie flock that wander scattred now, 130
knowne way,
What maruell if through grief ye woxen leane,
Along the bankes of many siluer streames, Forsake your food, and hang your heads
Thou with him yodest, and with him didst adowne ?
scale
For such a shepheard neuer shall you guide,
The craggie rocks of th'Alpes and Appemne ? Whose parting, hath of weale bereft you cleane
Still withi the Muses sporting, while those beames Lye Phlhsides is dead 0 happie sprite,
Of vertue kindled in his noble brest, 91 That now in heau'n with blessed soules doest
Which after did so gloriously forth shine ? bide
But (woe is me) they now yquenched are Looke down a while from where thou sitst
All suddeinly, and death hath them opprest aboue,
Loe father Neptune, with sad countenance, And see how busie shepheards be to endite
How he sitts mourning on the strond now bare, Sad songs of grief, their sorrowes to declare,
Yonder, where th'Ocean with his rolling waues And gratefull memory of their kynd loue 140
The white feete washeth (wailing this mis Behold my selfe with Colin, gentle swame
chance)
(Whose lerned Muse thou cherisht most why-
Of Douer elides His sacred skirt about 99 leare)
The sea gods all are set, from their moist caues Where we thy name recording, seeke to ease
All for his comfort gathered there they be The inward torment and tormenting paine,
The Thamis rich, the Humber rough and stout, That thy departure to vs both hath bred,
The fruitfull Seuerne, with the rest are come Ne can each others sorrow yet appease
To helpe their Lord to mourne, and eke to see Behold the fountains now left desolate,
The dolefull sight, and sad pomp funerall And with red grasse with cypres boughes be
Of the dead corps passing through his king spred,
dome
Behold these floures which on thy graue we
And all their headb with Cypres gyrlonds strew,
crown'd
Which faded, shew the giuers faded state, 150
With wofull shrikes salute him great and small (Though eke they shew their feruent zeale and
Eke wailfull hecho, forgetting her deare 109 pure)
Narctssus, their last accents, doth resownd Whose onely comfort on thy welfare grew
Col Phlhsides is dead 0 lucklesse age, Whose praiers importune shall the heau'ns for
0 widow w orld, 0 brookes and f ountamscleere, That to thy ashes, rest they may assure
0 hills, 0 dales, 0 woods that oft haue rong That learnedst shepheards honor may thy name
With his sweet caroling, which could asswage With yeerly praises, and the Nymphs alway
The fiercest wrath of lygre or of Beare Thy tomb may deck with fresh and sweetest
Ye Siluans, Fawnes, and Satyres, that emong flowrcs,
These thickets oft haue daunst after his pipe, And that for euer may endure thy fame
Ye Nymphs and Nayades with golden heare, Colin The Sun (lo) hastned hath his face to
That oft haut left your purest cnstall springs steep
To harken to his layes, that coulden wipe 120 In western waues and th'aire with stormy
Away all griefe and sorrow from your harts showres 160
Alas who now is left that like him sings ? Warnes vs to dnue homewards our silly sheep,
When shall you heare againe like harmonie ? Lycon, fctt's rise, and take of them good keep
So sweet a sownd, who to you now imparts ?
Loe where engraued by his hand yet hues
I Virtutesumma aelerafortuna.
The name of Stella, in yonder bay tree.