The shepheards pipe
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- Title
- The shepheards pipe
- Author
- Browne, William, 1590-ca. 1645.
- Publication
- London :: Printed by N[icholas] O[kes] for George Norton, and are to be sold at his shop without Temple-barre,
- 1614.
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"The shepheards pipe." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A17043.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 6, 2024.
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To his much loued friend Mr W. Browne of the Inner Temple. D. D.
Cuttie.
WIlly well met, now whiles thy flockes do feed
So dangerlesse, and free from any feare;
Lay by thy Hooke, and take thy pleasant Reed,
And with thy melody reblesse mine eare,
Which (vpon Lammas last) and on this plaine,
Thou plaidst so sweetly to thy skipping Traine.
Willy.
I Cutty, then I plaid vnto my sheepe
Notes apt for them, but farre vnfit for thee;
How should my layes (alas) true measure keepe
With thy choyce eares, or make thee melodie:
For in thy straine thou do'st so farre exceede,
Thou canst not rellish such my homely Reede.
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Cuttie.
Thy nicenesse shewes thy cunning, nothing more,
Yet since thou seem'st so lowly in thy thought;
(Who in thy Pastorall veine, and learned lore
Art so much prais'd; so farre and neere art sought.)
Lend me thine eares, and thou shalt heare me sing
In praise of Shepheards, and of thee their King.
MY loued WILLY, if there be a Man
That neuer heard of a browne colour'd Swan;
Whose tender Pinions scarcely fledg'd in show
Could make his way with whitest Swans in Poe;
Or if there be among the Spawne of earth,
That thinkes so vilely of a shepheards birth,
That though he tune his Reed in meanest key,
Yet in his braine holds not heauen, earth, and sea:
Then let him know, thou art that yong browne Swan,
That through the winding streames of Albion
Taking thy course dost seeme to make thy pace
With flockes full plum'd equall in loue and grace;
And thou art he (that though thy humble straines
Do moue delight to those that loue the plaines:)
Yet to thy selfe (as to thy sort) is giuen
A IACOBS staffe, to take the height of Heauen;
And with a naturall Cosmography,
To comprehend the earths rotunditie:
Besides the working plummet of thy braine,
Can sound the deepes, and secrets of the maine:
For if the Shepheard a true figure be
Of Contemplation (as the learn'd agree)
Which in his seeming rest, doth (restlesse) moue
About the Center, and to Heau'n aboue;
And in his thought is onely bounded there,
See's Natures chaine fastned to IOVES high Chaire,
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Then thou (that art of PAN the sweetest Swaine
And farre transcending all his lowly traine)
In thy discoursiue thought, do'st range as farre
Nor canst thou erre; led by thine owne faire starre.
Thought hath no prison and the minde is free
Vnder the greatest King and tyrannie.
Though low thou seem'st thy Genius mounts the Hill
Where heauenly Nectar doth from Ioue distill;
Where Bayes still grows (by thunder not struck down)
The Victors-Garland; and the Poets-Crowne,
And vnderneath the Horse-foote-foun•…•… doth flow,
Which giues Wit verdure, and makes learning grow.
To this faire Hill (from stormes and tempests free.)
Thou oft repair'st for Truthes discouery,
A prospect vpon all times wandring mazes
Displaying vanity; disclosing graces,
Nay in some cliffe it leades the eye beyond
The times horizon stripping sea and land.
And farther (not obscurely) doth deuine
All future times: Heere do the Muses shine,
Heere dignity with safety do combine,
Pleasure with merite make a louely twine.
Vitam vitalem they shall euer leade
That mount this hill and Learning's path do treade:
Heere admiration without enui's wonne,
All in the light, but in the heate sit none.
And to this Mount thou dost translate thine Essence
Although the plaines containe thy corporal presence,
Where though poore peoples misery thou shewe
That vnder g•…•…iping Lords they vndergoe,
And what content they (that do lowest lye)
Receiue from Good-men; that do sit on hye.
And in each witty Ditty (that surpasses)
Dost (for thy loue) make strife'mongst Country lasses
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Yet in thy humble straine; Fame makes thee rise
And strikes thy mounting forehead'•…•…ainst the skies
Renowned friend; what Trophe may I raise
To memorize thy name; would I could praise
(In any meane) thy worth; strike enuy dumbe,
But I dye heere; thou liu'st in time to come;
States haue their Period statues lost with rust:
Soules to Elizium, Nature yeelds to dust,
All monuments of Armes and Power decay,
But that which liues to an Eternall day,
Letters preserue; Nay Gods, with mortall men
Do simpathize by vertue of the penne.
And so shalt thou: sweete Willy then proceede
And in eternall merite fame thy Reede.
PAN to thy fleeced numbers giue increase
And Pales to thy loue-thoughts giue true peace
Let faire Feronia (Goddesse of the woods)
Preserue thy yong Plants multiply thy buds.
And whiles thy Rams do Tup, thy Ewes do twyn
Do thou in peacefull shade (from mens rude dyn)
Adde Pinyons to thy Fame: whose actiue wit
With Hermes winged cap doth suite most fit.
Christopher Brooke.