Poems, with a maske by Thomas Carew ... ; the songs were set in musick by Mr. Henry Lawes ...

The first of Iealousie. Dialogue.

Question.

FRom whence was first this fury hurld, This Jealousie into the world? Came she from Hell?

Ans.

No there doth raign Eternall Hatred with Disdain, But she the Daughter is of Love, Sister of Beauty.

Reply.

Then above She must derive from the third Sphere Her heavenly Off-spring.

Ans.

Neither there From those immortall flames could she Draw her cold frozen Pedigree.

Quest.

If nor from heaven nor hell, where then Had she her birth?

An.

I'th' hearts of men, Beauty, and Feare did her create, Younger than Love, Elder than Hate.

Sister to both, by Beauties side To Love, by Fear to Hate ally'd: Despayr her issue is, whose race Of fruitfull mischiefes drowns the space Of the wide earth, in a swoln flood Of wrath, revenge, spight, rage, and blood.

Quest.

Oh how can such a spurious line Proceed from Parents so divine?

Ans.

As streams, which from their Chrystall spring Doe sweet and clear their waters bring, Yet mingling with the brackish Main, Nor tast, nor colour they retain.

Qu.

Yet Rivers' twixt their own banks flaw Still fresh, can jealouse doe so,

An.

Yes, whilst she keeps the stedfast ground Of Hope, and Fear, her equall bound; Hope sprung from favour, worth, or chance, Tow'rds the fair object doth advance; Whilst Fear, as watchfull Scentinell, Doth the invading Foe repell; And Iealousie thus mixt, doth prove The season, and the salt of live: But when Fear takes a larger scope, Stifling the child of Reason, Hope Then sitting on th'usurped throne, Shee like a Tyrant rules alone,

As the wild Ocean unconfin'd, And raging as the Northren-wind.