The fading starres now shyne but seelde in sighte
In stipye skye, night ouercome with day
Plucks in her fyres, while spronge agayne is light.
The day starre draws the cleresome beames their waye;
The ycye sign of haughtye poale agayne,
VVith seuen starres markt, the Beares of Arcadye,
Do call the light with ouerturned wayne.
VVith marble horse now drawne, hys waye to hye
Doth Titan toppe of OEtha ouer spred
The bushes bright that nowe with berryes bee
Of Thebes strewde, by day do blushe full redde.
And to returne doth Phœbus syster flee.
Now labor harde beginnes, and euery kynde
Of cares it styrres, the shepehearde doth vnfolde:
His vnpende, do grase their foode to fynde,
And nippes the grasse with hoary frost full colde.
At will doth play in open medow faire
The Calfe whose brow did damme yet neuer teare,
The empty kyne their vdders doe repayre.
And lyght with course vncertayne here and there,
In grasse full soft the wanton kidde hee flynges.
In toppe of boughe doth sitte with chaunting songe,
And to the Sunne newe rose to spreade her wynges,
Bestirres herselfe her mournful nestes amonge
The Nightingall: and doth with byrdes aboute
Confuse resound with murmure mixed ryfe
To witnes day, his sayles to wynde set out
The shypman doth committe in doubt of lyfe.
VVhyle gale of wynde the slacke sayles filles full strayte,
He leaning ouer hollow rocke doth lye,
And either his begiled hookes doth bayte,
Or els beholdes and feeles the pray from hye with paised hand.
The trembling fish he feeles with line extent.
This hope to them to whom of hurtles lyfe
Is quiet rest, and with his own content
And lytle, house, such hope in fieldes is ryfe
The troblous hopes with rolling whirlewynde great
And dreadful feares their wayes in cityes keepe,
He proude repayre to prince in regall state,
And hard court gates without the rest of sleepe
Esteemes, and endles happynes to hold
Doth gather goods, for treasure gaping more,
And is ful pore amid his heaped gold.
The peoples fauour him (astonied sore)
And commons more vnconstant then the sea,
VVith blast of vayne renoume liftes vp full proude.
He telling at the brawling barre his plea,
Full wicked, sets his yres and scoulding loud
And woordes to sale, a fewe hath knowne of all
The careless rest, who mindfull how doth flitte
Swift age away, the tyme that neuer shall
Returne agayne do holde: while fates permitte,
At quiet liue: the lyfe full quickly glydes
VVith hastned course, and with the winged day
The wheele is turnde of yere that hedlong slides,
The sisters hard perfourme their taskes alway,
Nor may agayne vntwist the threede ouce sponne.
Yet mankinde loe vnsure what way to take
To meet the greedy destenyes doth ronne
And willingly wee seke the Stigian lake.
To much Alcides thou with stomacke stoute
The sory sprites of hell doth haste to see.
VVith course prefixt the fates are brought aboute
To none once warnd to come may respite bee;
To none to passe their once appointed day,
The tombe all people colde by death doth hyde.
Let glory him by many lands awaye
Display, and fame throughout all cityes wyde
Full babling praise, and euen with skye to stande
Auaunce and starres: let him in chariot bright
Ful haughty goe: let me my natiue land
In safe and secrete house keepe close from sight.
To restful men hoare age by course doth fall,
And low in place, yet safe and sure doth lye,
The poore and base estate of cottage small:
The prowder pompe of minde doth fall from hye.
In stipye skye, night ouercome with day
Plucks in her fyres, while spronge agayne is light.
The day starre draws the cleresome beames their waye;
The ycye sign of haughtye poale agayne,
VVith seuen starres markt, the Beares of Arcadye,
Do call the light with ouerturned wayne.
VVith marble horse now drawne, hys waye to hye
Doth Titan toppe of OEtha ouer spred
The bushes bright that nowe with berryes bee
Of Thebes strewde, by day do blushe full redde.
And to returne doth Phœbus syster flee.
Now labor harde beginnes, and euery kynde
Of cares it styrres, the shepehearde doth vnfolde:
His vnpende, do grase their foode to fynde,
And nippes the grasse with hoary frost full colde.
At will doth play in open medow faire
The Calfe whose brow did damme yet neuer teare,
The empty kyne their vdders doe repayre.
And lyght with course vncertayne here and there,
In grasse full soft the wanton kidde hee flynges.
In toppe of boughe doth sitte with chaunting songe,
And to the Sunne newe rose to spreade her wynges,
Bestirres herselfe her mournful nestes amonge
The Nightingall: and doth with byrdes aboute
Confuse resound with murmure mixed ryfe
To witnes day, his sayles to wynde set out
The shypman doth committe in doubt of lyfe.
VVhyle gale of wynde the slacke sayles filles full strayte,
He leaning ouer hollow rocke doth lye,
And either his begiled hookes doth bayte,
Or els beholdes and feeles the pray from hye with paised hand.
The trembling fish he feeles with line extent.
This hope to them to whom of hurtles lyfe
Is quiet rest, and with his own content
And lytle, house, such hope in fieldes is ryfe
The troblous hopes with rolling whirlewynde great
And dreadful feares their wayes in cityes keepe,
He proude repayre to prince in regall state,
And hard court gates without the rest of sleepe
Esteemes, and endles happynes to hold
Doth gather goods, for treasure gaping more,
And is ful pore amid his heaped gold.
The peoples fauour him (astonied sore)
And commons more vnconstant then the sea,
VVith blast of vayne renoume liftes vp full proude.
He telling at the brawling barre his plea,
Full wicked, sets his yres and scoulding loud
And woordes to sale, a fewe hath knowne of all
The careless rest, who mindfull how doth flitte
Swift age away, the tyme that neuer shall
Returne agayne do holde: while fates permitte,
At quiet liue: the lyfe full quickly glydes
VVith hastned course, and with the winged day
The wheele is turnde of yere that hedlong slides,
The sisters hard perfourme their taskes alway,
Nor may agayne vntwist the threede ouce sponne.
Yet mankinde loe vnsure what way to take
To meet the greedy destenyes doth ronne
And willingly wee seke the Stigian lake.
To much Alcides thou with stomacke stoute
The sory sprites of hell doth haste to see.
VVith course prefixt the fates are brought aboute
To none once warnd to come may respite bee;
To none to passe their once appointed day,
The tombe all people colde by death doth hyde.
Let glory him by many lands awaye
Display, and fame throughout all cityes wyde
Full babling praise, and euen with skye to stande
Auaunce and starres: let him in chariot bright
Ful haughty goe: let me my natiue land
In safe and secrete house keepe close from sight.
To restful men hoare age by course doth fall,
And low in place, yet safe and sure doth lye,
The poore and base estate of cottage small:
The prowder pompe of minde doth fall from hye.