Epitaphes, epigrams, songs and sonets with a discourse of the friendly affections of Tymetes to Pyndara his ladie. Newly corrected with additions, and set out by George Turbervile Gentleman.

Against the Ielous heads that alwayes haue Louers in suspect.

WHen Ielous Iuno saw hir mightie Make Had Iö turnde into a brutish kinde More couertly of hir his lust to take: To work hir will & all his frawd to finde She craude the Cowe in gift at Ioue his hande, Who could not well his Sisters sute withstande. When yéelded was hir boone and Hest fulfillde To Argus charge committed was the Cowe, For he could wake so well, him Iuno willde To watch the Beast with neuer sléeping browe: With hundreth eies that hatefull Hierds hed Was deckt, som watcht whē som to sléepe were led. So warded he by day, so wakte by night And did Dame Iunos will accomplish so, As neither Ioue might once delude his sight, Nor Iö part hir pointed pasture fro: His staring eies on Iö still were bent, He markt hir march, and sude hir as she went.

Till Ioue at length to ruth and pittie mooude To sée the spitefull hate that Argus bare To hir, whome he so feruently had looude And who for him abode such endlesse care: His fethred Sonne Cylenus sent from Skies To reaue the carefull Clowne his watchfull eies. Who to fulfill his Lorde and Fathers Hest Tooke charmed Rod in hande and Pipe to playe, And gyrt him with a sworde as lykte him best And to the fielde he flue where Argus laye Disguised like a shepherd in his wéede That he his purpose might the better spéede. When eche had other salued in his sort, To brag vpon his Pipe the Clowne begoon, And sayde, that for that noyse and gallant sport All other mirthes and maygames he would shoon, His only ioy was on his Pipe to playe: And then to blow the Rustick did assaye. In fine when Argus had his cunning showde, And eche to other chatted had a space Of this and that as was befalne abrode, Mercurius tooke his Pipe from out his cafe And thereon playde hée so passing well, As most of Argus eies to slumber fell. And as they slept with charmed Rod he stroke The drowsie Dolt to kéepe him in that plight, And playde so long till time he did prouoke All Argus eies to byd the beast God night:

Whome when he sawe in such a slumber led, He stole the Cowe, and swapt of Argus hed. Such was the fine of his dispitous hate, Such was the boone and guerdon of his hire, And all the good the carefull Coward gate For seeking to debarre the Gods desire: A fit reward for such a good desart, The Cowarde might haue playde a wiser part. God sende the lyke and worse to such as vse (As Argus did) with euer waking eie The blamelesse sort of Louers to abuse, That alwayes readie are and prest to prie The purpose to bewray and couert toyes Of faithfull friends, and barre their blissefull ioyes. I trust there will be found in time of néede A Mercurie with charmed Twig in hand And pleasaunt Pipe, their waking eies to féede With drowste dumps, their purpose to withstand: That iealous heads may learne to be wies For feare they lose (as Argus did) their eies For Cupid takes disdaine and scorne to sée His Thralls abusde in such vnséemely sort, Who séeke no gréedie gaine nor filthie fée, But pleasant play, and Venus sugred sport: A slender hire (God wote) to quite the paine That Louers bide, or they their loue attaine.