Englands Helicon. Or The Muses harmony.

¶The Shepheard Faustus his Song.

A fayre Maid wed to prying Jelousie. One of the fairest as euer J did see: If that thou wilt a secret Louer take, (Sweet life) do not my secret loue forsak.

ECclipsed was our Sunne, And faire Aurora darkened to vs quite, Our morning starre was done, And Shepheards star lost cleane out of our sight, When that thou didst thy faith in wedlock plight. Dame Nature made thee faire, And ill did carelesse Fortune marry thee, And pitty with despaire It was, that this thy haplesse hap should be, A fayre Maid wed to prying Iealousie.

Our eyes are not so bold To view the Sun, that flies with radiant wing: Vnlesse that we doe hold A glasse before them, or some other thing. Then wisely this to passe did Fortune bring To couer thee with such a vaile: For heretofore, when any viewed thee, Thy sight made his to faile, For (sooth) thou art: thy beautie telleth me, One of the fairest as euer I did see.

Thy graces to obscure, With such a froward husband, and so base She meant thereby most sure That Cupids force, & loue thou should'st embrace, For 'tis a force to loue, no wondrous case. Then care no more for kin, And doubt no more, for feare thou must forsake, To loue thou must begin, And from hence-forth this question neuer make, If that thou should'st a secret Louer take.

Of force it doth behooue That thou should'st be belou'd, and that againe (Faire Mistresse) thou should'st loue, For to what end, what purpose, and what gaine, Should such perfections serue? as now in vaine My loue is of such art, That (of it selfe) it well deserues to take In thy sweet loue a part: Then for no Shepheard, that his loue doth make, (Sweet life) doe not my secret loue forsake.

FINIS.

Bar. Yong.