¶Another of the same nature, made since.
COme liue with me, and be my deere,
And we will reuell all the yeere,
In plaines and groues, on hills and dales:
Where fragrant ayre breedes sweetest gales.
Englands Helicon. Or The Muses harmony.
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- Title
- Englands Helicon. Or The Muses harmony.
- Publication
- London :: Printed [by Thomas Snodham] for Richard More, and are to be sould at his shop in S. Dunstanes Church-yard,
- 1614.
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- Pastoral poetry, English.
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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 throtes,
Possesse woods Ecchoes with sweet notes,
Which to your senses will impart
A musique to enflame the hart.
Vpon the bare and leafe-lesse Oake,
The Ring-Doues woings will prouoke
A colder blood then you possesse,
To play with me and doe 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 their sparkling lights shall spend,
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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 loues 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 strait begin the yeare.
FINIS.
Ignoto.