The Poems of William Browne of Tavistock; Britannia's Pastorals. Book III. the Shepherd's Pipe. the Inner Temple Masque. Miscellaneous Poems. Notes. Index of Names (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1894 Excerpt: ...sleep, ye worthy knights, Though ye dream of all delights; Show that Venus doth resort To the camp as well as court Egrettes, French aigrette, a tuft of feathers, diamonds, etc.: an ornament of ribbons. b Fall, falling-band or Vandyke: it fell flat upon the dress from the neck, and was at one time worn with the ruff. By some well-timed measure, 300 And on your gestures and your paces Let the well-composed Graces, Looking like, and part with pleasure. By this the knights being all risen from their seats were by Ulysses (the loud music sounding) brought to the stage; and then to the violins danced theirfirst measure; after which this song brought them to the second. Song. On and imitate the Sun, Stay not to breathe till you have done: 305 Earth doth think as other where Do some women she doth bear: Those wives whose husbands only threaten Are not lov'd like those are beaten. 310 Then with your feet to suffring move her, For whilst you beat earth thus, you love her. Here they danced their second measure, and then this song was sung, during which time they take out the ladies: Song. Choose now among this fairest number, Upon whose breasts love would for ever slumber: Choose not amiss since you may where you will, Or blame yourselves for choosing ill. 315 Then do not leave, though oft the music closes, Till lilies in their cheeks be turn'd to roses. Chorus. And if it lay in Circe's power, Your bliss might so persever, That those you choose but for an hour 320 You should enjoy for ever. The knights with the ladies dance here the old measures, galliards, corantoes, the brawls, &c., and then (having led them again to their places) danced their last measure; after which this song called them away: Song. Who but Time so hasty were To fly away and leave you here? ...