Early English Books Online 2

Previous Section Next Section

Englands Helicon. Or The Muses harmony.

About this Item

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.
Rights/Permissions

This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. Searching, reading, printing, or downloading EEBO-TCP texts is reserved for the authorized users of these project partner institutions. Permission must be granted for subsequent distribution, in print or electronically, of this text, in whole or in part. Please contact project staff at eebotcp-info@umich.edu for further information or permissions.

Subject terms
Pastoral poetry, English.
Cite this Item
"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 May 2, 2024.

Pages

Faustus and Firmius sing to their Nimph by turnes.

Firmius.
OF mine owne selfe I doe complaine, And not for louing thee so much, But that in deede thy power is such That my true loue it doth restraine, And onely this doth giue me paine, For faine I would Loue her more, if that I could.
〈2 pages missing〉〈2 pages missing〉

Page [unnumbered]

Tell me O haire of gold, If I then faultie be: That trust those killing eyes I would, Since they did warrant me? Haue you not seene her moode, What streames of teares she spent: Till that I sware my faith so stood, As her words had it bent?
Who hath such beautie seene, In one that changeth so? Or where one loues, so constant beene, Who euer saw such woe? Ah haires, you are not grieu'd, To come from whence you be: Seeing how once you saw I liu'd, To see me as you see.
On sandie banke of late, I saw this woman sit: Where, Sooner die then change my state, She with her finger writ. Thus my beliefe was stay'd, Behold Loues mighty hand On things, were by a woman say'd, And written in the sand.

Translated by S. Phil. Sidney, out of Diana of Montmaior.

Do you have questions about this content? Need to report a problem? Please contact us.