Boy, thee fay'd, looke on mee,
Still I gaze vpon thee;

Speake, I pray thee, my delight:

Coldly hee reply'd,

And in breete deny'd

To beftow on her a fight,

I am now too young

to be wunne by beauty;

Tender are my yeeres;

I am yet a bud:

Fayre thou art, fhee faid;
then it is thy dutie,

Wert thou but a bloffome,
to effect my good.

Every beauteous flower

Boafteth in my power,

Byrds and beasts my lawes effect;

Mirrha, thy faire mother,

Moft of any other,

Did my lonely hefts refpect.

Be with me delighted,

Thou shalt be requited,

Every Nimph on thee shall tend ;

All the Gods fhall loue thee,

Man fhall not reproue thee,

Loue himselfe fhall be thy freend.

Wend thee from mee, Venus,
I am not difpofed;

Thou wringeft mee too hard;
pree-thee, let me goe:

Fie! what a paine it is

thus to be enclosed?
If loue begin with labour,
it will end in woe.

Kiffe mee, I will leaue ;-
Heere, a kiffe receiue ;-

A fhort kifs I doe it find:

Wilt thou leaue me fo?

Yet thou shalt not goe;

Breathe once more thy balmie wind:

It fmelleth of the Mirh-tree,
That to the world did bring thee;
Neuer was perfume so sweet.
When she had thus spoken,
She gave him a token,

And theyr naked bosoms meet,

Now, hee fayd, let's goe;

harke, the hounds are crying;

Grieflie boare is vp,

huntsmen follow faft.

At the name of boare

Venus feemed dying;

Deadly-coloured pale

roses ouer caft.

Speake, fayd thee, no more
Of following the boare,

Thou unfit for fuch a chase:

Courfe the fearfull hare,

Venfon doe not spare,

If thou wilt yeeld Venus grace.

Shun the boare, I pray thee,

Else I ftill will stay thee:

Herein he vow'd to please her minde;

Then her armes enlarged,

Loth thee him discharged;

Forth he went as fwift as winde.

Thetis Phoebus' steedes

in the west retained;

Hunting fport was paft,

Loue her loue did feeke:

Sight of him too foone

gentle queene thee gained;

On the ground he lay,

blood had left his cheeke:

For an orped fwine

Smit him in the groyne;

Deadly wound his death did bring:

Which when Venus found,

Shee fell in a swound,

And, awake, her hands did wring.

Nimphs and Satires skipping

Came together tripping;

Eccho euery cry exprest:

Venus by her power

Turn'd him to a flower,

Which the weareth in her creaft

-in ber creaft.] I suspect this is a misprint, an wrote breaft.

The word orped, which occurs in this ftanza, and not the derivation, is used by Golding, (as an anonym obferved,) in his tranflation of Ovid's Metamorphofes, "Yet fhould this hand of mine,

"Even maugre dame Diana's hart, confound th Again, in the thirteenth book:

"—the orped giant Polypheme."

Terribilem Polyphemum.

Again, in A Herrings Tale: containing a poetical mattters worthy the reading, quarto, 1598:

"Straight as two launces coucht by orped knigh Gower uses the word in like manner in his Confeffio B. I. fol. 22:

"That thei woil gette of their accord

"Some orped knight to fle this lord."

So alfo Gawin Douglas in his tranflation of Virgil, A "And how orpit and proudly rufchis he

"Amid the Trojanis by favour of Mars, quod fc
-Turnufque feratur

Per medios infignis equo tumidufque fecundo
Marte ruat.

Orped feems to have fignified, proud, fwelling; and to largenels of fize, as well as haughtiness and fiercenefs Skinner idly enough conjectures that it is derived fro leaf-brafs, or tinfel; in confequence of which in Cole dictionaries the word has been abfurdly interpreted gilded

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