And harkening to the song, mark not each other;

There by the serjeant stands the debtor poor,

And doth no more mistrust him than his brother:

This Orpheus to such hearers giveth music,

And Philo to such patients giveth physic.

IN FUSCUM. XXXIX.

Fuscus is free, and hath the world at will,
Yet in the course of life that he doth lead,
He's like a horse which turning round a mill,
Doth always in the self-same circle tread:
First he doth rise at ten, and at eleven
He goes to Gill's, where he doth eat till

one;

Then sees he a play till six, and sups at

seven,

And after supper straight to bed is gone. And there till ten next day he doth remain, And then he dines, then sees a comedy; And then he sups, and goes to bed again, Thus round he runs without variety:

Save that sometimes he comes not to the play,

But falls into a whore-house by the way.

IN AFRUM. XL.

The smell-feast Afer, travels to the Burse Twice every day the flying news to hear, Which, when he hath no money in his

purse,

To rich men's tables he doth ever bear:
He tells how Groningen is taken in,
By the brave conduct of illustrious Vere;
And how the Spanish forces Brest would
win,

But that they do victorious Norris fear.
No sooner is a ship at sea surprised,

But straight he learns the news and doth disclose it;

No sooner hath the Turk a plot devised To conquer Christendom, but straight he knows it.*

Fair written in a sell he hath the names, Of all the widows which the plague hath made;

And persons, times and places, still he frames

To every tale, the better to persuade :

*The above two lines were recovered by Mr. Dyce from a MS. in the British Museum.

slave,

But he doth seriously bethink hiin whether
Of the gulled people he be more esteemed,
For his long cloak, or for his great black
By which each gull is now a gallant deemed:
feather,
Or of a journey he deliberates,

To Paris Garden, Cock-pit, or the play:
Or how to steal a dog he meditates,
Or what he shall unto his mistress say:
Yet with these thoughts he thinks him-
self most fit

To be of counsel with a king for wit.

AD MUSAM. XLVIII.

Peace, idle Muse, have done! for it is time,
Since lousy Ponticus envies me fame,
And swears the better sort are much to
blame

To make me so well known for my ill rhyme :
Yet Banks his horse is better known than he,
So are the camels and the western hog,
And so is Lepidus his printed dog:
Why doth not Ponticus their fames envy?
Besides this Muse of mine, and the black
feather,

Grew both together fresh in estimation,
And both grown stale, were cast away to-
gether:

What fame is this that scarce lasts out a fashion?

Only this last in credit doth remain,
That from henceforth each bastard cast

And I will make thee beds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant posies;
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool,
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and ivy-buds
With coral clasps, and amber-studs:

And, if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.

[Thy silver dishes for thy meat,
As precious as the gods do eat,
Shall on an ivory table be
Prepared each day for thee and me.]

The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May-morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me, and be my love.

COME liue with mee, and be my loue And we will all the pleasures proue, That Vallies, groues, hills and fieldes, Woods, or steepie mountaine yeeldes.

And wee will sit vpon the Rocks,
Seeing the Sheepheards feede theyr
flocks,

By shallow Riuers, to whose falls,
Melodious byrds sings Madrigalls.

And I will make thee beds of Roses
And a thousand fragrant poesies,
A cap of flowers and a kirtle,
Imbroydred all with leaues of Mirtle.

A gowne made of the finest wooll
Which from our pretty Lambes we pull,
Fayre lined slippers for the cold:
With buckles of the purest gold.

A belt of straw, and Iuie buds,
With Corall clasps and Amber studs,
And if these pleasures may thee moue,
Come liue with mee, and be my loue.

The Sheepheards Swaines shall daunce and sing,

For thy delight each May-morning,
If these delights thy mind may moue;
Then liue with mee, and be my loue.
CHR. MARLOW.

FINIS.

IF all the world and loue were young, And truth in euery Sheepheards tongue, These pretty pleasures might me moue, To liue with thee, and be thy loue.

Time driues the flocks from field to fold, When Riuers rage and Rocks grow cold,

And Philomell becommeth dombe,

The rest complaines of cares to come.

The flowers doe fade and wanton fieldes,
To wayward winter reckoning yeeldes,
A honny tongue, a hart of gall,

Is fancies spring, but sorrowes fall.

Thy gounes, thy shooes, thy beds of Roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy poesies, Soone breake, soone wither, soone forgotten:

In follie ripe, in reason rotten.

There shall you haue the beauteous Pine,
The Cedar, and the spreading Vine,
And all the woods to be a skreene:
Least Phoebus kisse my Sommers Queene.

The seate for your disport shall be
Ouer some Riuer in a tree,
Where siluer sands and pebbles sing,
Eternall ditties with the spring.

There shall you see the Nimphs at play,
And how the Satires spend the day,
The fishes gliding on the sands:
Offering their bellies to your hands.

The birds with heauenly tuned throates, Possesse woods Ecchoes with sweet

noates,

Which to your sences will impart,

A musique to enflame the hart.

Vpon the bare and leafe-lesse Oake,
The Ring-Doues wooings will prouoke
A colder blood then you possesse,
To play with me and doo no lesse.

In bowers of Laurell trimly dight,
We will out-weare the silent night,
While Flora busie is to spread :
Her richest treasure on our bed.

Ten thousand Glow-wormes shall attend,
And all this sparkling lights shall spend,
All to adorne and beautifie :
Your lodging with most maiestie.

Then in mine armes will I enclose
Lillies faire mixture with the Rose,
Whose nice perfections in loue's play:
Shall tune me to the highest key.

Thus as we passe the welcome night,
In sportfull pleasures and delight,
The nimble Fairies on the grounds,
Shall daunce and sing mellodious sounds.

If these may serue for to entice,
Your presence to Loues Paradice,
Then come with me, and be my Deare;
And we will then begin the yeare.

IGNOTO.