The invitation into the Countrey to my D:D: MP: PP 164[7] when his sacred Majestie was at unhappy home

Deare daughters come make hast away

from that sad place make noe delay

Hee’s gon that was the Citties Grace

Feirce Hydras now usurps his place

The Phanes are over Grown with moss 5

With shedding teares for Englands loss

Hard hearts unsenceable of woe

Whom Marble wals in griefe out goe

Then come sweet virgins come away

What is it that invites your stay 10

What can you learn there elce but pride

And what your blushes will not hide

There virgins lose theire Honoured name

which doth for ever blur theire fame

Theire Husbands looke with Jealous eyes 15

And wives desceive deceive them and theire Spies;

To Inns of Court whole and Armies goe

Wise children theire owne Dads to know

Theire Shepherds, that noe Flocks doe keepe,

Like Butchers Mastives, worrie Sheepe 20

The Come sweete Children come away

What? can allure you yet to stay.

Hide Parke a place of chiefe delight

Her bushes mourne like Jewes in white

The stately Deer doe weeping stray 25

Anticipateing theire last day

Spring Garden that such pleasures bred

Lookes dull and sad since Cloris fled

The Christall Thames her loss deplores

And to the sea her Griefe out Rores 30

The Swans upon her silver brest

Though dieing yet can find noe rest

but full of griefe crie wella-daye-

And singing sigh theire breath away

Aye me then com make hast away 35

From that sad place make noe delay

Here's Flowe’ry vales and Christall springs

Here's shady Groves, here ever sings

The Bulfinch, Linnit, striving which

The Auditours shall most bewitch; 40

The early Larke long ere the Morne

with Roses can her head Adorne

Sings Cheerfully a roundelay

Telling this lower world ‘tis day

Here Thrushes, Wrens and Red brests, sing 45

To welcome in the gladsom Spring

Then come sweet Maydens come away

to this sweet place make noe delay

Here carefull Shepherds view there sheepe

They him, and he theire soules doth keepe 50

Blessings flow on them from above

That are reciprocall in love

he in his bosome bears the Lambs

And Gentlely leads the heavie Dams

He whistles those that goe astray 55

By which meanes none runs quite away

Here Husbands free from Jealous eye

Have wives as full of modesty

They in theire Children Doth rejoice

Commending still theire happy choyce 60

Most kind, and free from all debase;

That noe true love, can ever hate.

Then come my Children come away

To this sweete place make noe delay

Here virgins Sit in flowe’ry vales 65

refresht by sweet Favorious gales

Makeing them anadams and poses

Crowning theire Heads with new blowne Roses

In woods and Dales faire Maidens may

Unfrighted freely gather May 70

But oh those times now changed bee

Then lovely lasses Com awaye

To cheere my heart make noe delaye

Sad Metamorphosis wee See

For since Amintas went away 75

Shepherds and sheepe goe all astray

Those that deserved whole Groves of Bayes

In sighs consume theire youthfull dayes

And that faire fleecy flocks did keepe

Dispise’d in corners sit and weepe 80

Since Chloris went both wife and Maid

In love and beauty hath Decayed

Where Maypoles shewed theire feathered head

Theire colour'd Insign's now are spread

Instead of Musicks pleasant sound 85

And lively lasses danceing round

Tumultuous Drums make Deafe our eares

And Trumpets fill our hearts with feares

In shades where Nymphs did use to walke

There sons of Mars in Armour stalke 90

Inamell'd Vales and Cristall Streames

Prove now alas poore Bradfields dreames

Leas drooping swains now sadly sing

And Beane comes weeping from her spring

Mimmer andSturt in mourning weeds 95

Shewing theire hearts for griefe en'e bleeds

All run to Lea for some reliefe

And in her bosome bear poure there griefe

Thus Shee and they all weeping goe

To tell the Thames theire grievous woe 100

Vir lookes and sees this shire looke sad

Shee whirls about as shee were mad

Round Verulan his ruin’d stones

Shee Runs and tells to Colne her mones

For since her saint his blood was shed 105

Shee never grieved soe as shee said

Colne simpathised with her in woe

And to the Thames resolved to goe

Cleare Purvall too came bubling out

But long shee did not stand in doubt 110

Seeing our Halcion dayes were dun

Shee loathed (shee said) to see the sun

As he pursued the Chearfull day

But turn'd her course another way

And sighing shed forth tears as cleare 115

as pearles and ran to Bedfordshire

To Owes who was so full of Griefe

That shee her self did want reliefe

And said would any place receive

Her teares, she would her channell leave 120

As when king Richards Reigne had date

But this shee was denied by fate

Grayes spring too sadly makes her moane

and with her teares turns moss to stone

And seeing delight with Cloris fled 125

Shee sighed and murmuring his her head

Within her womb that gave her breath

Venting her griefe below the earth

The Nayedes here fit in Rankes

Forelorne upon our withored bankes 130

And Garlands make of Willow Boughs

To hide theire tears and shade theire browes

Since Cloris went our flowers fade

Noe pleasure is in Hill or shade

Poore Phillomele doth sit alone 135

To Senceles trees now makes her mone

Our woods theire Choristers now lack

The Woozles Whisle clad in black

And the forsaken Turtle Dove

Bewayles her owne and Cloris love 140

The Hamadriades invokes

The Goddeses inshrin'd in Oakes

Who fold theire yielding armes a cross

And weepe with them Aminta’s loss

Som trees drop Gumm from theire sad eyes 145

T’Immortalise ambitious Flyes

Tho they can give us noe reliefe

The'le simpathise with us in griefe

The Oriads sport and play noe more

But great Amintas loss deplore 150

Insted of Roses Cypress boughs

Pearld ov’er with Tears doth shade theire browes

Disshevel’d torne neglected haire

Hang ore theire throbing bosome bare

Nayigh the Na’peas for theire Hills 155

Dissolved with teares weepe Cristall rils

Those flowers which the Valleys Crown

Or’e Charged with griefe theire Heads hang downe

Since lovely Cloris frighted fled

The crown Imperiall hangs his head 160

His Princely breast or’ewhelm’d with feares

Weeping at once Six Cristall teares

To lov’ely shades pale vi-letts creepe

And thatere unpittied sit and weepe

The Royall Rose that nere would yield 165

But stroue for Mast’ry in the field

And, Cloris Cheeke neglected, fades

In silent solitary shades.

The lilly and the July flower

Doe wish it were within theire power 170

To sleepe for ever in theire Caves

But ti’s denide by Natures Lawes

Th’ aricola that Cures the giddy braine

Dizie with griefe hangs downe her head againe

Then shall not wee with griefe or’e flow 175

Shall Vegetables us out goe

Thus neither Woods nor Fields nor Hills

Inamel’d Vales nor Cristall rills

nor birds nor Trees nor flowers of scent

But doe this kingdomes loss resent 180

Then let us still lament and grieve

Till heaven in mercie doth relieve

Tis neither sight nor odours sent

can my aflicted heart content

Untill I see them both restored 185

Whose absence hath been so deplored

Just heaven heare our prayers and teares

And place them in theire shineing sphe-res

Then come sweete Daughters come away

To comfort me make noe delaye. 190