But when on it he hasty hand did lay, the Bee him stung therefore :

Now out alaffe (he cryde) and welaway,

I wounded am full fore:

The fly that I fo much did fcorne,

hath hurt me with his little horne.

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Vnto his mother straight he weeping came,

and of his griefe complayned;

Who could not chose but laugh at his fond game, though fad to see him pained.

Think now (quoth fhe) my fonne how great the smart

of those whom thou doft wound:

Full many thou hast pricked to the hart,

that pitty neuer found:

Therefore henceforth fome pitty take,

when thou doeft fpoyle of louers make.

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She tooke him ftreight full pitiously lamenting, and wrapt him in her smock :

She wrapt him foftly, all the while repenting,

that he the fly did mock.

She dreft his wound and it embaulmed wel

with falue of foueraigne might:

And then the bath'd him in a dainty well

the well of deare delight.

Who would not oft be stung as this,

to be fo bath'd in Venus blis.

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The/wanton boy was shortly wel recured,

of that his malady:

But he foone after fresh againe enured,

his former cruelty.

And fince that time he wounded hath my felfe

with his sharpe dart of loue;

And now forgets the cruell careleffe elfe,

his mothers heast to proue.

So now I languish, till he please,

my pining anguish to appease.

FINIS.

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E learned fifters which haue oftentimes beene to me ayding,others to adorne: Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull rymes,

That euen the greateft did not greatly fcorne

To heare theyr names fung in your fimple layes,

But ioyed in theyr prayse.

And when ye lift your owne mishaps to mourne,
Which death, or loue, or fortunes wreck did rayse,
Your ftring could foone to fadder tenor turne,
And teach the woods and waters to lament

Your dolefull dreriment.

Now lay those forrowfull complaints afide,

And hauing all your heads with girland[s] crownd,
Helpe me mine owne loues prayfes to refound,
Ne let the fame of any be enuide,

So Orpheus did for his owne bride,

So I vnto my felfe alone will fing,

The woods shall to me anfwer and my Eccho ring.

ΤΟ

EARLY / before the worlds, light giuing lampe,
His golden beame vpon the hils doth spred,
Hauing disperst the nights vnchearefull dampe,
Doe ye awake and with fresh lufty hed,
Go to the bowre of my beloued loue,
My trueft turtle doue

Bid her awake; for Hymen is awake,

And long fince ready forth his maske to moue,

With his bright Tead that flames with many a flake, And many a bachelor to waite on him,

In theyr fresh garments trim.

Bid her awake therefore and foone her dight,
For lo! the wished day is come at last,

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That shall for al the paynes and forrowes past,

Pay to her vfury of long delight,

And whyleft she doth her dight,

Doe ye to her of ioy and folace sing,

That all the woods may anfwer, and your eccho ring.

BRING / with you all the Nymphes that you can heare both of the riuers and the forrests greene:

and of the fea that neighbours to her neare,
Al with gay girlands goodly wel befeene.
And let them alfo with them bring in hand,
Another gay girland

For my fayre loue of lillyes and of roses,
Bound trueloue wize with a blew filke riband.
And let them make great ftore of bridale poses,
And let them eeke bring store of other flowers
To deck the bridale bowers.

And let the ground whereas her foot shall tread,
For feare the ftones her tender foot fhould wrong,

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Be ftrewed with fragrant flowers all along,
And diapred lyke the discolored mead.
Which done, doe at her chamber dore awayt,
For fhe will waken ftrayt,

The whiles doe ye this fong vnto her fing,

The woods fhall to you answer and your Eccho ring.

Ye/ Nymphes of Mulla which with carefull heed,
The filuer fcaly trouts doe tend full well,
and greedy pikes which vse therein to feed,
(Those trouts and pikes all others doo excell)
And ye likewise which keepe the rushy lake,
Where none doo fifhes take.

Bynd vp the locks the which hang scatterd light,
And in his waters which your mirror make,
Behold your faces as the christall bright,

That when you come whereas my loue doth lie,
No blemish she may spie.

And eke ye lightfoot mayds which keepe the deere,

That on the hoary mountayne vse to towre,

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And the wylde wolues which feeke them to deuoure,
With your steele darts doo chace fro comming neer 70
Be also present heere,

To helpe to decke her and to help to fing,

That all the woods may answer, and your eccho ring.

WAKE/now my loue, awake; for it is time,

The Rofy Morne long fince left Tithones bed,

All ready to her filuer coche to clyme,

And Phoebus gins to fhew his glorious hed.

Hark how the cheerefull birds do chaunt theyr laies
And carroll of loues praise.

1. 67' deere' is an obvious correction of 'dore.' See 1. 70.