¶Menaphons Roundelay.
VVHen tender Ewes brought home with euening Sunne,
Wend to their Folds,
And to their holds
The Shepheards trudge when light of day is done:
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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- Subject terms
- Pastoral poetry, English.
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"Englands Helicon. Or The Muses harmony." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A16274.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 15, 2024.
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Vpon a tree,
The Eagle, Ioues faire bird did pearch,
There resteth hee.
A little Fly his harbour then did search,
And did presume, (though others laugh'd thereat.)
To pearch whereas the Princely Eagle sat.
The Eagle Frown'd, and shooke his royall wings,
And charg'd the Flie
From thence to hie.
Afraide, in hast the little creature flings,
Yet seekes againe,
Fearefull to pearke him by the Eagles side.
With moodie vaine
The speedie poast of Ganimede replide:
Vassaile auaunt, or with my wings you die.
Is't fit an Eagle seate him with a Flie?
The Flie crau'd pittie, still the Eagle frownd.
The silly Flie
Ready to die:
Disgrac'd, displac'd, fell groueling to the ground.
The Eagle sawe:
And with a royall minde said to the Flie,
Be not in awe,
I scorne by me the meanest creature die.
Then seate thee here: The ioyfull Flie vp-flings,
And sate safe shadowed with the Eagles wings.
FINIS.
Ro. Greene.