Minor Poems of Michael Drayton eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 351 pages of information about Minor Poems of Michael Drayton.

Minor Poems of Michael Drayton eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 351 pages of information about Minor Poems of Michael Drayton.

    When to these Maids the Muses silence cry,
    For ’twas the opinion of the Company,
    That were not these two taken of, that they
    Would in their Conflict wholly spend the day. 220
    When as the Turne to Florimel next came,
    A Nimph for Beauty of especiall name,
    Yet was she not so Iolly as the rest: 
    And though she were by her companions prest,
    Yet she by no intreaty would be wrought
    To sing, as by th’ Elizian Lawes she ought: 
    When two bright Nimphes that her companions were,
    And of all other onely held her deare,
    Mild Claris and Mertilla, with faire speech
    Their most beloued Florimel beseech, 230
    T’obserue the Muses, and the more to wooe her,
    They take their turnes, and thus they sing vnto her.

        Cloris. Sing, Florimel_, O sing, and wee
      Our whole wealth will giue to thee,
      We’ll rob the brim of euery Fountaine,
      Strip the sweets from euery Mountaine,
      We will sweepe the curled valleys,
      Brush the bancks that mound our allyes,
      We will muster natures dainties
      When she wallowes in her plentyes, 240
      The lushyous smell of euery flower
      New washt by an Aprill shower,
      The Mistresse of her store we’ll make thee
      That she for her selfe shall take thee;
      Can there be a dainty thing,
      That’s not thine if thou wilt sing._

        Mertilla. When the dew in May distilleth,
      And the Earths rich bosome filleth,
      And with Pearle embrouds each Meadow,
      We will make them like a widow, 250
      And in all their Beauties dresse thee,
      And of all their spoiles possesse thee,
      With all the bounties Zephyre brings,
      Breathing on the yearely springs,
      The gaudy bloomes of euery Tree
      In their most beauty when they be,
      What is here that may delight thee,
      Or to pleasure may excite thee,
      Can there be a dainty thing
      That’s not thine if thou wilt sing.
260

    But Florimel still sullenly replyes
    I will not sing at all, let that suffice: 
    When as a Nimph one of the merry ging
    Seeing she no way could be wonne to sing;
    Come, come, quoth she, ye vtterly vndoe her
    With your intreaties, and your reuerence to her;
    For praise nor prayers, she careth not a pin;
    They that our froward Florimel would winne,
    Must worke another way, let me come to her,
    Either Ile make her sing, or Ile vndoe her. 270

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