"A SONNETT BY FERDINANDO EARLE OF DERBY. "There was a sheppard that did live, As were the mounts where on his sheepe "He, in his youth, his tender youth, That was unapt to keepe Or hopes or fears, or loves or cares, "Did with his dogg, as sheppards doe, Devise him sports, though foolish sports, "Who free from cares, his only care And that was much to him that kuewe Noe other cares but soe. "This boye, which yet was but a boye, Did growe a man, and men must love, *Sir John Hawkins observed, that this was improperly entitled a sonnet, being a poem of that pastoral kind which was culti vated in the reign of queen Elizabeth, and of which there are sundry specimens by the earl of Oxford, sir Edward Dyer, George Gascoigne, Dr. Lodge, Christopher Marlow, Nicholas Breton, and others, in the Paradyse of daintie Devises, England's Helicon, the Muses Library, and other collections. Antiq. Rep. vol. iii. p. 133. "He loved much, none can to much Love one so high devine, As but her selfe was never none More fayre, more sweet, more fine. "One day, as young men have such dayes When love the thought doth thrall, Since wishes be but bare desires "And he had wished oft and still, "He vowed by his shepherds weed, That he would follow Phillis love "Soe from his sheepe, his gentle sheepe, Ungently he did goe, Not caring whose cares might them keepe, Or car'd for aye or no. "Leaving the playnes, the playnes whereon They playd and hourelye fed, The plaines to them, they to the plaines, "Yet fledd he not, but went awaye Oft loath to leave and yet would leave "Blessed he was, but 'twas in thoughts, "Whome length of time and high desires In such a dumpe had cast, As, ravisht with his thoughts, he slept "But as all quiets have their dead, And every slepe his wake; Now here to hope, now there to feare, Now fancye, then forsake: "Soe had this shepheard restles dreames Amyd his tyme or rest, Which forced him to wake for feare, "And though that feare be nothing else But as the fearefull deme, Yet waking, every bush to him A savage beast doth seeme. "Which made him start, as men doe start Whose resolucions breed A quicknes, yet a carelesnes "Frighted he was, but not affraide, And soe the bushes seemed them selves, "Which his faint eyes did quickelye fynd Fill'd full with faithfull streams, And soe he layd him by his dogg "And there he rested till the daye, And only said thus much— 'My dogg is happyer than my selfe, Whom theis cares cannot touche.'"] "But leave he did his snow-white flocke, To seeke a nymphe as fayre As is the dew be-sprinkled rose, Or brightnes of the ayre. "And first he sought the rivers sweet, In silent murmure did complaine "And as he saw the fishes leape Before him for the flye, Soe did the shephards harte for hope That Phillis should be nye. "But finding that his hopes were vaine, And but as dreames to him; He lean'd upon a tree that grew Fast by the river's brim : "And there he writt his fancye's thought, 'Love is a sweet intice, <Gainst whom the wisest witts as yett Have never found devise.' "And thus he left the streames to hide The kisses they did hold, And went awaye, as whoe should saye Love cannot be contrould. "His thoughts were swifter then his feete, Yet they did slowness shunn, But mens desires have wings to flye, Whose leggs can only runne. |