32.

Comft thou a friend or foe? I did not frame
That golden bridge to entertaine my foe,
Nor op'ned flowres and fountaines as you came,
To welcome him with joy that brings me woe:
Put of thy helme, rejoice me with the flame.
Of thy bright eies, whence firft my fires did groe:
Kiffe me, embrace me, if you further venter,
Love keepes the gate, the fort is ĉath to enter.

33.

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Thus as fhe wowes, the rowles her ruefull eies,.
With pitious locke, and changeth oft her cheare,
An hundreth fighes from her falfe hart upflies,
She fobbes, fhe mournes, it is great ruth to heare,
The hardest breft fweete pitie mellifies,

What ftonie hart refills a womans teare!

.

But yet the knight, wife, warie, not unkind, 175.

Drew foorth his fword, and from her careleffe twind.

34.

Towards the tree he marcht, fhe thither flart,
Before him flept, embraft the plant and cride,
Ah, never do me fuch a fpitefull part,

To cut my tree, this forrests joy and pride; 18 'Put up thy fword, elfe pierce therewith the hart Of thy forfaken and defpis'd Armide;

For through this breft, and through this hart (un

kind)

To this faire tree thy fword fhall paffage find.

35.

He lift his brand, nor car'd though oft she praid,
And the her forme to other shape did change;
Such monflors huge, when men in dreames are laid,
Oft in their idle fancies roame and range:
Her bodie fweld, her face obfcure was maid,
Vanisht her garments rich, and veftures ftrange,
A gianteffe before him high she stands,
Like Briareus armd with an hundreth hands:

36.

190

With fiftie fwords, and fiftie targets bright,
She threatned death, fhe roared, cride and fought ;
Each other nymph in armour likewife dight,
A Cyclops great became: he feard them nought,
But on the myrtle fmote with all his might,
That groand like living foules to death nie
brought;

The skie feemed Plutoes court, the aire feemd hell,
Therein fuch monfters roare, fuch spirits yell:

37.

Lightned the heav'n above, the earth below 200 Roared aloud, that thundred, and this fhooke;

Bluftred the tempefts ftrong, the whirlwinds blow, The bitter ftorme drove hailestones in his looke; neither weake nor flow,

But yet his arm grew
Nor of that furie heed or care he tooke,

205

Till low to earth, the wounded tree down ben

ded;

Then fled the spirits all, the charmes all ended.

66 THE

PURPLE ISLAND,

OR THE

ISLE OF MAN."

BY PHINEAS FLETCHER.

CANT. I. STAN. I.

THE warmer fun the golden bull outran,
And with the twins made hafte to inne and play ;
Scatt'ring ten thousand flowres, he new began
To paint the world, and piece the length'ning day :
(The world more aged by new youths accrewing)
Ah wretched man, this wretched world pursuing,
Which fill grows worse by age, and older by re-
newing!

2

The fhepherd-boyes, who with the Mufes dwell, Met in the plain their May-lords new to chufe,

Born 15

...

.; dyed 16 . . . The above poem, under the form of a romance, contains an anatomical defcription

of the human body.

10

(For two they yearely chufe) to order well
Their rurall sports, and yeare that next ensues:
Now were they fat, where by the orchyard walls
The learned Chame with stealing water crawls,
And lowly down before that royall temple falls.15

3

Among the rout they take two gentle fwains, Whose sprouting youth did now but greenly bud: Well could they pipe and fing; but yet their strains Were onely known unto the filent wood :

Their nearest bloud from felf-fame fountains flow,

20

Their fouls felf-fame in nearer love did grow: So feem'd two joyn'd in one, or one disjoyn'd in

two.

Now when the shepherd-lads with common voice Their first confent had firmly ratifi'd,

A gentle boy thus 'gan to wave their choice: 25 Thirfil, (faid he) though yet thy mufe untri'd Hath onely learn'd in private fhades to feigne Soft fighs of love unto a looser strain,

Or thy poore Thelgons wrong in mournfull verfe to plain;

7.13. The river Cam, which flows by Cambridge.