قراءة كتاب Legends and Satires from Mediæval Literature
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class="verse">Rues the past rape of Thraces king.
Their shrill notes to the musicke plying,
Then all the different flowrs descrying,
The odors in abundance flying,
Prov'd it the bowre of Loves soft-lying.
The virgins something entered here,
And sprinckled with a little feare,
Their harts before that helde Love deare,
In Cupids flames encreased were.
And while each winged forester
Their proper rumors[20] did prefer,
Each virgins minde made waight on her
Applauses apt and singuler.
Deathles were he coulde there repose,
Each path his spycie odor stroes:
Of mirh and synamon there groes,
And of our blessed Ladyes rose.
Each tree hath there his severall blisse,
In fruites that never season misse:
Men may conceave how sweete Love is,
By that celestiall court of his.
The dauncing companies they see
Of young men and of maydens free;
Whose bodyes are as bright in blee,[21]
As starrs illustrate bodyes bee.
In which so mervaylous a guyse
Of unexpected novelties,
These virgins bosoms through their eyes
Were daunted with a quicke surprise.
Who stay their royall steads outright,
And almost from their seates alight:
Forgetting their endevors quight,
With that proud rumors sweete affright.
But when sad Philomene did straine
Her rape-full-raving brest againe,
These ladyes hearing hir complaine,
Were reinflamd in every vaine.
About the center of the spring,
A secret place is where they sing,
And use their supreme worshypping,
Of Loves neare-darting fiery king.
There many a two-shapt companie,
Of faunes, nimphes, satyres, meete and plie
The tymbrell and the psalterie,
Before Loves sacred majestie.
There beare they goblets bigg with wine,
And coronets of flowrs combine:
There nimphs and fauns demy-divine,
Doth Bacchus teach to foote it fine.
Who keepe true measure with their feete,
That to the instruments do fleete:
But olde Silenus playes not sweete
In consort, but indents the streete.[22]
The spring-sleepe did his temples lode,
As on a long-eard asse he rode:
Laughters excesse, to see him nod,
Dissolv'd the bosome of the God.
Fresh cups he ever cals uppon,
In sounds of imperfection,
With age and Bacchus overgon,
They stop his voyces organon.
Amongst this gamesome crew is seene,
The issue of the Cyprian Queene,
Whose head and shoulders fethered beene,
And as the starrs his countnance sheene.
In his left hand his bow he bare,
And by his side his quiver ware:
In powre he sits past all compare,
And with his flames the worlde doth dare.
A scepter in his hand he hild,
With Chloris native flowrs untild,
And nectars deathles odors stild,
From his bright lookes the sunne did guild.
The triple Graces there assist,
Supporting with their brests commist,
And knees that Tellus bosome kist,
The challice of this amorist.
These ladyes now approched neare,
And worshipped exempt from feare
Loves god: who was environd there
With youth, that honord stiles did beare.
Their joy is superexcellent,
To see a court so confluent:
Whom Cupid, seeing their intent,
Doth with his greeting intervent.
He askes the cause for which they came:
They confidently tell the same:
And he gives prayse to eyther dame,
That durst so great a warre proclame.
To both he spake to make some pause,
Untyll their honorable cause,
Profoundly wayde in every clause,
Might be explande with all applause.
He was a God which well they know,
Rehearsall needes it not bestow:
They light and rest, and playnely show,
Where Love strives, Love wil maister grow.
Love lawes and judges hath in fee,[23]
Nature and use his judges bee:
To whom his whole courts censures flee,
Since past, and things to come, they see.