O Fountain Arethuse, and thou honour"d floud, Smooth-sliding Mincius, crown"d with vocall reeds, That strain I heard was of a higher mood: But now my Oate proceeds, And listens to the Herald of the Sea That came in Neptune"s plea, 90 He ask"d the Waves, and ask"d the Fellon winds, What hard mishap hath doom"d this gentle swain?
And question"d every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked Promontory, They knew not of his story, And sage Hippotades their answer brings, That not a blast was from his dungeon stray"d, The Ayr was calm, and on the level brine, Sleek Panope with all her sisters play"d.
It was that fatall and perfidious Bark 100 Built in th"eclipse, and rigg"d with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
Next Camus, reverend Sire, went footing slow, His Mantle hairy, and his Bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscrib"d with woe.
Ah; Who hath reft (quoth he) my dearest pledge?
Last came, and last did go, The Pilot of the Galilean lake, Two ma.s.sy Keyes he bore of metals twain, 110 (The Golden opes, the Iron shuts amain) He shook his Miter"d locks, and stern bespake, How well could I have spar"d for thee, young swain, Anow of such as for their bellies sake, Creep and intrude, and climb into the fold?
Of other care they little reck"ning make, Then how to scramble at the shearers feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest.
Blind mouthes! that scarce themselves know how to hold A Sheep-hook, or have learn"d ought els the least 120 That to the faithfull Herdmans art belongs!
What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel Pipes of wretched straw, The hungry Sheep look up, and are not fed, But swoln with wind, and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim Woolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing sed, But that two-handed engine at the door, 130 Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Return Alpheus, the dread voice is past, That shrunk thy streams; Return Sicilian Muse, And call the Vales, and bid them hither cast Their Bels, and Flourets of a thousand hues.
Ye valleys low where the milde whispers use, Of shades and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart Star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enameld eyes, That on the green terf suck the honied showres, 140 And purple all the ground with vernal flowres.
Bring the rathe Primrose that forsaken dies.
The tufted Crow-toe, and pale Gessamine, The white Pink, and the Pansie freakt with jeat, The glowing Violet.
The Musk-rose, and the well attir"d Woodbine.
With Cowslips wan that hang the pensive hed, And every flower that sad embroidery wears: Bid Amaranthus all his beauty shed, Daffadillies fill their cups with tears, 150 And strew the Laureat Herse where Lycid lies.
For so to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise.
Ah me! Whilst thee the sh.o.r.es, and sounding Seas Wash far away, where ere thy bones are hurl"d Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides.
Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit"st the bottom of the monstrous world; Or whether thou to our moist vows deny"d, Sleep"st by the fable of Bellerus old, 160 Where the great vision of the guarded Mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona"s hold; Look homeward Angel now, and melt with ruth.
And, O ye Dolphins, waft the haples youth.
Weep no more, woful Shepherds weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watry floar, So sinks the day-star in the Ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new spangled Ore, 170 Flames in the forehead of the morning sky: So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of him that walk"d the waves Where other groves, and other streams along, With Nectar pure his oozy Lock"s he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptiall Song, In the blest Kingdoms meek of joy and love.
There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet Societies That sing, and singing in their glory move, 180 And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Now Lycidas the Shepherds weep no more; Hence forth thou art the Genius of the sh.o.r.e, In thy large recompense and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.
Thus sang the uncouth Swain to th"Okes and rills, While the still morn went out with Sandals gray, He touch"d the tender stops of various Quills, With eager thought warbling his Dorick lay: And now the Sun had stretch"d out all the hills, 190 And now was dropt into the Western bay; At last he rose, and twitch"d his Mantle blew: To morrow to fresh Woods, and Pastures new.
Notes: 64 uncessant] Ma.n.u.script reads incessant, so that uncessant is probably a misprint; though that spelling is retained in the Second Edition.
82 perfet] So in Comus, line 203. In both these places the ma.n.u.script has perfect, as elsewhere where the word occurs. In the Solemn Music, line 23, where the First Edition reads perfect, the second reads perfet.
149 Amaranthus] Amarantus
Transcriber"s note: Facsimile of t.i.tle page of Comus follows:
A MASKE PRESENTED At Ludlow Castle, 1634:
On Michalema.s.se night, before the RIGHT HONORABLE, IOHN Earle of Bridgewater, Viscount Brackly, Lord President of WALES, and one of His MAIESTIES most honorable Privie Counsell.
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LONDON Printed for HYMPHREY ROBINSON at the signe of the Three Pidgeons in Pauls Church-yard. 1637.
To the Right Honourable, John Lord Vicount Bracly, Son and Heir apparent to the Earl of Bridgewater, &c.
My LORD,
This Poem, which receiv"d its first occasion of Birth from your Self, and others of your n.o.ble Family, and much honour from your own Person in the performance, now returns again to make a finall Dedication of it self to you. Although not openly acknowledg"d by the Author, yet it is a legitimate off-spring, so lovely, and so much desired, that the often Copying of it hath tired my Pen to give my several friends satisfaction, and brought me to a necessity of producing it to the publike view; and now to offer it up in all rightfull devotion to those fair Hopes, and rare endowments of your much-promising Youth, which give a full a.s.surance, to all that know you, of a future excellence. Live sweet Lord to be the honour of your Name, and receive this as your own, from the hands of him, who hath by many favours been long oblig"d to your most honour"d Parents, and as in this representation your attendant Thyrsis, so now in all reall expression
Your faithfull, and most humble Servant
H. LAWES.
Note: Dedication to Vicount Bracly: Omitted in 1673.
The Copy of a Letter writt"n by Sir HENRY WOOTTON, to the Author, upon the following Poem.
From the Colledge, this 13. of April, 1638.
SIR, It was a special favour, when you lately bestowed upon me here, the first taste of your acquaintance, though no longer then to make me know that I wanted more time to value it, and to enjoy it rightly; and in truth, if I could then have imagined your farther stay in these parts, which I understood afterwards by Mr. H. I would have been bold in our vulgar phrase to mend my draught (for you left me with an extreme thirst) and to have begged your conversation again, joyntly with your said learned Friend, at a poor meal or two, that we might have banded together som good Authors of the antient time: Among which, I observed you to have been familiar.
Since your going, you have charg"d me with new Obligations, both for a very kinde Letter from you dated the sixth of this Month, and for a dainty peece of entertainment which came therwith. Wherin I should much commend the Tragical part, if the Lyrical did not ravish me with a certain Dorique delicacy in your Songs and Odes, wherunto I must plainly confess to have seen yet nothing parallel in our Language: Ipsa mollities.
But I must not omit to tell you, that I now onely owe you thanks for intimating unto me (how modestly soever) the true Artificer. For the work it self I had view"d som good while before, with singular delight, having receiv"d it from our common Friend Mr. R. in the very close of the late R"s Poems, Printed at Oxford, wherunto it was added (as I now suppose) that the Accessory might help out the Princ.i.p.al, according to the Art of Stationers, and to leave the Reader Con la bocca dolce.
Now Sir, concerning your travels, wherin I may challenge a little more priviledge of Discours with you; I suppose you will not blanch Paris in your way; therfore I have been bold to trouble you with a few lines to Mr. M. B. whom you shall easily find attending the young Lord S. as his Governour, and you may surely receive from him good directions for the shaping of your farther journey into Italy, where he did reside by my choice som time for the King, after mine own recess from Venice.
I should think that your best Line will be thorow the whole length of France to Ma.r.s.eilles, and thence by Sea to Genoa, whence the pa.s.sage into Tuscany is as Diurnal as a Gravesend Barge: I hasten as you do to Florence, or Siena, the rather tell you a short story from the interest you have given me in your safety.
At Siena I was tabled in the House of one Alberto Scipioni, an old Roman Courtier in dangerous times, having bin Steward to the Duca di Pagliano, who with all his Family were strangled save this onely man that escap"d by foresight of the Tempest: With him I had often much chat of those affairs; Into which he took pleasure to look back from his Native Harbour: and at my departure toward Rome (which had been the center of his experience) I had wonn confidence enough to beg his advice, how I might carry my self securely there, without offence of mine own conscience. Signor Arrigo mio (sayes he) I pensieri stretti, & il viso sciolto, will go safely over the whole World: Of which Delphian Oracle (for so I have found it) your judgement doth need no commentary; and therfore (Sir) I will commit you with it to the best of all securities, G.o.ds dear love, remaining
Your Friend as much at command as any of longer date,
Henry Wootton.
Postscript.
SIR, I have expressly sent this my Foot-boy to prevent your departure without som acknowledgement from me of the receipt of your obliging Letter, having myself through som busines, I know not how, neglected the ordinary conveyance.
In any part where I shall understand you fixed, I shall be glad, and diligent to entertain you with Home-Novelties; even for som fomentation of our friendship, too soon interrupted in the Cradle.
Note: Letter from Sir Henry Wootton: Omitted in 1673
A MASK PRESENTED At LUDLOW-Castle, 1634. &c.
The Persons.