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Her charms united never can fupply
The tender bofom and the pitying eye.
More lovely far the plaineft face appears,
Grac'd with the elegance of Virtue's tears;
And far beyond all wealth, the heart that glows
With the sweet sympathy of human woes!

THE FINAL FAREWELL.

SE C T. CIV.

AN EPITAPH ON THE COUNTESS DOWAGER OF

PEMBROKE;

AND ANOTHER ON AN AMIABLE LADY.

UNDERNEATH this fable hearse

Lies the fubject of all verse,

Sydney's fifter, Pembroke's mother.
Death, ere thou haft flain another,
Fair, and wife, and good as she,
Time fhall throw his dart at thee.

UNDERNEATH this ftone doth lic
As much virtue as could die;
Which, when alive, did vigour give
To as much beauty as could live.

If she had a fingle fault,

Leave it bury'd in this vault.

BEN JONSON

SECT.

SECT. CV.

A PLAINTIVE PASTORAL.

THENOT.

'HY cloudy looks why melting thus in tears,
Unfeemly, now that heaven so blithe appears?
Why in this mournful manner art thou found,
Unthankful lad, when all things fmile around?
Hear how the lark and linnet jointly fing,
Their notes foft-warbling to the gladsome spring!

COLINET.

Tho' foft their notes, not so my wayward fate :
Nor lark would fing, nor linnet, in my state.
Each creature to his proper task is born;
As they to mirth and mufic, I to mourn.
Waking, at midnight, I.my woes renew,
And with my tears increase the falling dew.

THENOT.

Small caufe, I ween, has lufty youth to plain;
Or who may then the weight of age sustain,
When, as our waning strength does daily cease,
The tirefome burthen doubles its increase?
Yet tho' with years my body downwards tend,
As trees beneath their fruit in autumn bend;
My mind a cheerful temper still retains,
Spite of my fnowy head and icy veins :
For, why fhould man at crofs mishaps repine,
S our all his fweet, and mix with tears his wine?
But fpeak: for much it may relieve thy woe
To let a friend thy inward ailment know.

COLINET.

COLINET.

"Twill idly wafte thee, Thenot, a whole day, Shouldst thou give ear to all my grief can say. Thy ewes will wander, and thy heedlefs lambs With loud complaints require their abfent dams.

THENOT.

There's Lightfoot, he shall tend them close; and I, "Twixt whiles, across the plain will glance mine eye..

COLINET.

Where to begin I know not, where to end:
Scarce does one fmiling hour my youth attend.
Tho' few my days, as my own follies show,
Yet all those days are clouded o'er with woe ::
No gleam of happy fun-fhine does appear,
My lowering fky, and wintry days, to cheer..
My piteous plight, in yonder naked tree.
That bears the thunder-fear, too well I fee;
Quite destitute it stands of shelter kind,
The mark of storms and sport of every wind :
Its riven trunk feels not th' approach of fpring,
Nor any birds among the branches fing.
No more beneath thy fhade shall shepherds throng
With merry tale, or pipe, or pleasing song.
Unhappy tree! and more unhappy I !

From thee, from me, alike the fhepherds fly..

THENOT.

Sure thou in fome ill-chosen hour waft born, When blighting mildews fpoil the rifing corn; Or when the moon, by witchcraft charm'd, foreshows Thro' fad eclipfe a various train of woes. Untimely born, ill luck betides thee still.

COLINET.

COLINET.

And can there, Thenot, be a greater ill?

THENOT.

Nor wolf, nor fox, nor rot, amongst our sheep; From these the shepherd's care his flock may keep: Against ill luck all cunning forefight fails; Whether we sleep or wake, it nought avails.

COLINET.

Ah me the while! ah me the luckless day!
Ah lucklefs lad! the rather might I say.
Unhappy hour! when firft, in youthful bud,
I left the fair Sabrina's filver flood:
Ah filly I! more filly than my sheep,
Which on thy flow'ry banks I once did keep.
Sweet are thy banks! oh when shall I once more
• With longing eyes review thy flow'ry shore?
When, in the crystal of thy water, see

My face, grown wan thro' care and misery ?
When shall I fee my hut, the small abode
Myself had rais'd, and cover'd o'er with fod?
Tho' fmall it be, a mean and humble cell,
Yet is there room for peace and me to dwell.

THENOT.

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And what the caufe that drew thee first away From thy lov'd home what tempted thee to stray?

COLINET.

A lewd defire ftrange lands and fwains to know : Ah God! that ever I should covet woe! With wand'ring feet, unblefs'd and fond of fame, I fought I know not what, befides a name.

THENOT.

THENOT.

Or, footh to fay, didft thou not hither roam In hopes of wealth thou couldst not find at home? A rolling stone is ever bare of mofs :

And, to their coft, green years old proverbs cross.

COLINET.

Small need there was, in flatt'ring hopes of gain, To drive my pining flock athwart the plain To distant Cam: fine gain at length, I trow, To hoard up to myself such deal of woe! My fheep quite spent thro' travel and ill fare, And, like their keeper, ragged grow and bare ; Here, on cold earth to make my nightly bed, And on a bending willow reft my head. 'Tis hard to bear the pinching cold with pain, And hard is want to the unpractis'd swain: But neither want nor pinching cold is hard, To blafting ftorms of calumny compar'd: Unkind as hail it falls, whofe pelting fhow'rs Destroy the tender herb and budding flow'rs.

THENOT.

Slander, we fhepherds count the greatest wrong; For, what wounds forer than an evil tongue?

COLINET.

Untoward lads, who pleafance take in fpite,

Make mock of all the ditties I endite.
In vain, O Colinet, thy pipe, so shrill,
Charms ev'ry vale, and gladdens ev'ry hill:
In vain thou feek'ft the cov'rings of the grove,
In the cool fhades to fing the heats of love;
No paffion, but rank envy, canft thou move.

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