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A Satyre on Elizium lights ,
Whose ugly shape the Nimphes affrights,
Yet when they heare his just complaint,
They make him an Elizian Saint. Corbilus .

What; breathles Nimphs? bright Virgins letme know
What suddaine cause constraines ye to this haste?
What have ye seene that should affright ye so?
What might it be from which ye flye so fast?
I see your faces full of pallid feare,
As though some perill followed on your flight;
Take breath a while, and quickly let me heare
Into what danger ye have lately light. Naiis .

MUSES and N IMPHS .

The muses spend their lofty layes,
Upon Apollo and his prayse ;
The Nimphs with Gems his Alter build,
This Nimphall is with Phaebus fild .

Atemple of exceeding state,
The Nimphes and Muses rearing,
Which they to Phaebus dedicate,
Elizium ever cheering:
These Muses, and those Nimphes contend
This Phane to Phaebus offring,
Which side the other should transcend,
These praise, those prizes proffering,
And at this long appointed day,

A Nimphis marryed to a Fay,
Great preparations for the Day,
All Rites of Nuptials they recite you
To the Brydall and invite you. Mertilla .

But will our Tita wed this Fay? Claia .

Yea, and to morrow is the day. Mertilla .

But why should she bestow her selfe
Upon this dwarfish Fayry Elfe? Claia .

Why by her smalnesse you may finde,
That she is of the Fayry kinde,
And therefore apt to chuse her make
Whence she did her begining take:
Besides he's deft and wondrous Ayrye,

The Nimphes, the Queene of love pursue,
Which oft doth hide her from their view:
But lastly from th'Elizian Nation,
She banisht is by Proclamation. Florimel .

Deare Lelipa , where hast thou bin so long,
Was't not enough for thee to doe me wrong;
To rob me of thy selfe, but with more spight
To take my Naiis from me, my delight?
Yee lazie Girles, your heads where have ye layd,
Whil'st Venus here her anticke prankes hath playd? Lelipa .

Nay Florimel , we should of you enquire,
The onely Mayden, whom we all admire

C LAIA L ELIPA C LARINAX a Hermit. Clia.

See where old Clarinax is set,
His sundry Simples sorting,
From whose experience we may get
What worthy is reporting.
Then Lelipa let us draw neere,
Whilst he his weeds is weathering,
I see some powerfull Simples there
That he hath late bin gathering.
Haile gentle Hermit, Jove thee speed,
And have thee in his keeping,
And ever helpe thee at thy need,
Be thou awake or sleeping. Clarinax .

Ye payre of most Celestiall lights,

C LORIS and M ERTILLA .

Mertilla. Why how now Cloris , what, thy head
Bound with forsaken Willow?
Is the cold ground become thy bed?
The grasse become thy pillow?
O let not those life-lightning eyes
In this sad vayle be shrowded,
Which into mourning puts the Skyes,
To see them over clowded.

Cloris. O my Mertilla doe not praise

Amongst th' Elizians many mirthfull Feasts,
At which the Muses are the certaine guests,
Th' observe one Day with most Emperiall state,
To wise Apollo which they dedicate,
The Poets God, and to his Alters bring
Th' enaml'd Bravery of the beauteous spring,
And strew their Bowers with every precious sweet,
Which still wax fresh, most trod on with their feet;
With most choice flowers each Nimph doth brade her hayre,
And not the mean'st but bauldrick wise doth weare
Some goodly Garland, and the most renown'd

L ALUS C LEON and L IROPE .

The Muse new Courtship doth devise,
By Natures strange Varieties,
Whose Rarieties she here relates,
And gives you Pastor all Delicates.

Lalus a Jolly youthfull Lad,
With Cleon , no lesse crown'd
With vertues; both their beings had
On the Elizian ground.
Both having parts so excellent,
That it a question was,
Which should be the most eminent,
Or did in ought surpasse.
This Cleon was a Mountaineer,
And of the wilder kinde,

R ODOPE and D ORIDA :

This Nimphall of delights doth treat,
Choice beauties, and proportions neat,
Of curious shapes, and dainty features
Describd in two most perfect creatures.

When Phaebus with a face of mirth,
Had flong abroad his beames,
To blanch the bosome of the earth,
And glaze the gliding streames.
Within a goodly Mertle grove,
Upon that hallowed day
The Nimphes to the bright Queene of love
Their vowes were usde to pay.
Faire Rodope and Dorida

A paradice on earth is found,
Though farre from vulgar sight,
Which with those pleasures doth abound
That it Elizium hight.

Where, in Delights that never fade,
The Muses lulled be,
And sit at pleasure in the shade
Of many a stately tree,

Which no rough Tempest makes to reele
Nor their straight bodies bowes,
Their lofty tops doe never feele
The weight of winters snowes;

In Groves that evermore are greene,
No falling leafe is there,
But Philomel (of birds the Queene)