ILLINOIS UNIVERSITY OF ILLINOIS AT URBANA-CHAMPAIGN Production Note Project Unica Rare Book & Manuscript Library University of Illinois Library at Urbana-Champaign 2015Y-ove. àr\ArfbQwk mrat-míúaGaylord Bros. Makers“ Love and Refentment : ■PASTORAL J m L I \j »fill if Il : [^d^ftem tenui meditator arundine mufam, -----------------JSTeque eft ignobile carmen. Virg. LONDON: flf | PrintOT-w R. Burleigh in Amen-Comer; and Anabdlk Monks at the Black Lyon without Temple-Bar, 1717. Price 6 d. gmGaylord Bros. Makers"' To the READER. him to .confult Theocritus, the original of this kind of Writing ; who, Ru-ilickashe is, will not juftify them in their groveling Sentiments and low Ribaldry. Virgil, who was certainly well acquainted with rural Life, and knew what Notions a Countryman might be fuppofed to have, was himfelf an Imitater of Theocritus ; but let any Man obferve the Stile in which the judicious Poet makes his Shepherds fpeak, and he will find how little he follow’d his Mailer in that particular ; for Virgil’s Eclogues are generally written in as pure Latin, and harmonious Numbers, as any even that polite Age produc’d; and in him the Sicilian Mufe Aliquando mapra ccmebat. We have another fort of Paftoral Writers, who. profefs to take the middle Courie, god Steer betwixt Theocritus and Aand Virgil; imitating in part the ru-ftick Manners of the one, and the cleanly Diction of the other, and thefe, I think, have fucceeded beft in this kind of Writing ; and particularly one Author, who has publifh’d Paftorals very natural and entertaining; nor dare I fay, they are a little over-feafon’d with fome antiquated Words and Phrafes. But what lhall we fay to a third fort of Writers, who have of late puzzled their few Readers with fuch a fenfelefs Jargon, that whilffc they pretend to copy Nature, which is all free, clear, and open, they appear to every fober Mind, run Mad in a fond-' nefs for Obfcurity ? Yet I own they want not Simplicity; their Notions are iimple enough; nor do they, nor perhaps can they, make their Swains fpeak too knowingly ; but then they have heard fron aiTo the READER. an Ingenious Writer, that Shepherds mufl not fpeak the Language of the Mall; to avoid which, thefe unhappy Friends to plainnefs have form’d a Language peculiar to themfelves, compos’d of all the odd Words and low Expreffions, which the Cant or Ignorance of our fe-veral Shires can furnilh ; and thefe have they mix’d in fuch a manner, that one (dull Line may be underilood in Kent, the Senfe of another guefs’d at in Corn-wall, and the whole intelligible to no Man. I fufped: thefe Authors to be in League with fome Bookfeller, who s publifhing a Vocabulary of ruilick tnd antiquated Words; but I alfure hem, the Project will never take; for hat gloomy Race of Men, who moll ad-nire, what they leall underftand, are of ate fo little efteem’d, that they can no longer -longer recommend a dook purely ror its Obfcurity. Nor will the naughty Up» Harts of our Times proceed to unriddle an Author, when they find he has flu» 'dy’d nothing, but to be perplexing. In ^the following Pafloral, I have endeavour’d to diftinguifh betwixt the Countryman and the Clown; and to make my Swains fpeak of Things obvious to every Man of plain Senfe and good natural Parts, with fuch Paflions and Sentiments as are common to Mankind; and for their -Stile, I think it much better they fhou’d ufe Words familiar to all our People, than to be fo very arch at the obfolete. If I have made them talk of any Thing unlikely to be underilood by them, or ¡n Terms too refin’d, I lhall own my felf finable; if not, I hope the Judicious will not blame me for avoiding the ne-i ceifityceility of Marginal Notes, and will be fo indulgent to this Eilky, as to prefer it to thofe pragmatical Writings, which employ too much of the Reader’s, Time to fo little Purpofe.AMong all the Jhining Qualities, with which you are adorn'd, none can endear you more to an .Author, than that laudable Curiojity, Jo peculiar to your engaging Sex; for He that writes without a curious Reader, is as dejlitutey as a Lady without Admirers„ m To the LADIES. Now fhoud any of you inquire, in which of the Principal Characters of this fmall Piece, the Author draws his own, He 1 freely Anfwers; in neither. For as even your bright Fyes never yet reduc'd him to the deplorable Circumfiances of a dying Amyntas ; Jo he regards you with muth more tender Sentiments than the injur'd Thyrsis. Micon indeed, Jeems to give his Opi-nipn with a good deal of Ill-nature; but per-1 haps the long Harangue had made him Pee-1 vijhAnd, you well know, 'iis very pro-t voking, to hear others ingrofs the Dif-courfe, without giving us leave to put in a Word, JrTo the LADIES. I I .fha/l content my felf with an Jffu- I , tance, that all the Characters hinted at are ' frequently found within the Limits of this I * W"? i ^àjhatt think my Labour I taell beftozv d,if thereby any confiant A- I myntas fads better Ufage, or Satyrical 1 1H Y Rsis lefs Caufe to Rati.Love and Refentment : PASTORAL. «»«»»sa***«*«*«**««*!***»***»!***«*»*«**«®*®** V Thyrsis, Amyntas, Micon. ?5* ft ft ft ft # ft & ft ft* ft ft. 'ft ft ft r& ft ft *5? $ ft ■Kv%r ft. ft ft ft ft ft ft ft ft ft. ?K ft & & & ft ft ft T Hr RSIS. -I « Zm**Nk'm6lY ^eav^n^ t^e delightful Plains, ’ .S&* The Buxom Maidens, and the fportive Swains; * * * * * Why fits A MT NT AS in this lonely Shade,i J PJSTORAL. am What means thfe clouded Brow, this down-caft Eye?f Why does thy Pipe thus un-reguarded Lie? That jolly Pipe, which, manag’d by thy Art, Ne’er fails to win a beauteous Virgin’s Hdut; While Rival Shepherds, by thy Skill out-done, Their own hard Fate in thySucccfs bemoan. Come, Happy Youth! The Nymphs expe&ing ftay, Without thy Prefence there can be no May, For all refufe to Dance, unlefs AMT NT AS Play. AMT NT A S’. When Spring full-blown, with all Her gay Delights, The laughing Couples to the Green invites; Where jocund Song and nimble Dance go round, «| What Hace, Alas! is for the Wretched found? No fprightly Note from me expect to hear, ■ | Hut founds of Grief, ungrateful to thy Ear;Then urge not, * -----' To fing his Sorrows in a mournful Strain. THY RSIS. What mighty Lois, young Shepheid, w hat Dif0v <*c , ‘Speaks in that piteous Tone, that difinai Face ? Does fome miihap thy Fav’rite Ewe betide, Or the twin younglings Sporting by her Side ? Does PHYLLIS frown, or has the Eaftern Wind Blighted the Roles for her Hair defign’d ? h. Or if lefs Evils can procure thy Woe, And from fmaU Caufe thefe fad complainings flow j Has fome new Love, fome Wondet, Pierc’d thy, fond1 Heart, and left Thee toJMTNTJS. Thy cliildiili Wit, this ill-tim’d Mirth refrain, Nor add thy Follies to increafe my Pain ; Go vent thy Jefts, and make thy aukward Sport», Where noifie Girls, and fenfelefs Clowns refort; Where Trifles pleafe, fome idle Tale rehearle, Or raife loud Laughter by thy wanton Verfe. Not one grave Leflon haft Thou ever fung, No ierious Word did e’er efcape thy Tongue. thtrsis. Infulting Swain! Thus let thy Skill be fliown; 40 My Songs deride not, but correft thy Own; Nor think, becaufe thy Pipe the Prize obtain’d, yflien I and ‘DAPHNIS, the mean Strife difdain’d, :Thou, unchaftiz’d, fhalt thy own Umpire fit! No —Thou fhalt fing, t’expofe thy want of Wit. 45 \ AMT NT AS. ’Tis wifely faid-----A Fool will not be taught, “ His late Experience muft be dearly bought; And fince th’ Event may thy Behaviour mend, For once, the Thrujh and chatt’ring Pye contend. thtrsis. Thy Words fuit well with thy accuftom’d Btide; 50 But, where the Proverb is with Truth apply’d, Let MICON judge, and know thou fhalt not long Enjoy thy Dreams. -— Begin thy Boa iced Song. is'. % 1 rAMTN.A MY NT AS. I fing NEMR A, the difdainful Fair, A Love-Cck Shepherd, and his endlefs Care j Ye Weflern Gales, with foft complaining, blow ; 1 Ye gliding Streams, in murm’ring Confort, flow. | How bleft my State! When with the dawning Light Refreih’d by Slumbers of a peaceful Night, My little Flock I to the Plain did guide ; • * *> ?_.. • ‘1 \ (My Faithful Dog attending by my Side.) There, as they, roving, cull’d their fpringing Food, My watchful Eye their wand’ring Steps purfu d; Sometimes a Song employ’d my tuneful Voice, My mellow Pipe anon my various Choice; And while fweet Sounds my skilful Touch obey’d, The frolick Lambs their wanton Gambols play’d.A PASTORAL. Thus, with Content, I pafs’d the cheerful Day; And, when the Sun withdrew Ids kindly Ray, My bleating ilwes conducted to the Fold, And hous’d their Young, fecure from Midnight Cold ToPHILLlS then fome Rural Strain addreft; She, fweetly finding, her Delight confeft. Ah! Wretched Youth —■ where is thy Fancy led; Thy Grief is prefent, and thy Joys are fled ? The lovely Maid for whom I figh in vain, Now fpreads her Glories thro’ th’ admiring Plain ; Refiftlefs Beauties in her Face combine, In cv’ry Part refiftlefs Graces fhine; And all, by turns, engage the ravifil’d Sight, With equal Wonder, and with new Delight.* A VAST ORAL. So when the op’ning Spring her Treafure yields, |; And Nature’s Gifts enrich the fmilieg Fields; jjl The curious Eye the vary’d Scene furveys, • ■ ;| And ftill new Joy the greateful Search repays; If Here the Carnation by the Lilly grows, |j There the gay Tulip and the bluihing Rofe; ¡ '- Pinks mixt with Cowflips raife their tender Heads, And Purple Violets run along the Meads. Loft in Amaze, the Fair I trembling view, And pleafing Ruin in her Eyes purfue; Then, bolder grown, I feek the beauteous Prize; For He deferves his Fate, who filent Dies. In tuneful Numbers, I confefs my Flame, And grace my Song with bright Neara's Name; With Tears and Sighs I join the am’rous Tale : Ah, Cruel Maid! Nor Sighs nor Tears prevail! L 8i MvGaylord Bros. mm HI H A VASTO Vi At. «HI •"'Sr. 9 1 jH jj My ardent Vows Hie hears with cold Difdain, p H Laughs at my Suffering, and derides my Pain. y ■ Yet faireft Maids the ftrongeft Pallions prove, ;■ ICO And Beauty ever was a Friend to Love. Some happier Shepherd, of her Heart pofleft, Finds fweet Repofe on her relenting Breaft. Tormenting Thought! — Who can the Grief exprefs, When a lov’d Miftrefs does a Rival blefs? T HT RSIS. I fing LTCORIS, the inconftant Fair, Who kindly eas’d me of a Lover’s Care ; Ye Winds at once from ev’ry Quarter blow, t Ye wanton Streams, with endlefs Windings, flow. A Slave to Love, and bright LT CO R IS Eyes I yield my Heart her conqu’ring Beauty’s Prize; ix©IO A PASTORAL. My Joy, my Grief, depended on her Breath ; A Smile tranfported, and a Frown was Death. No more the Swains with rural Paftime pleafe, Her Prefence only can afford me eafe; A diff’rent Garb my Looks and Actions wear; My Words I frame to footh a Maiden’s Ear ; Try ev’ry Art that may Compaffion move, And trace, unwe&ry’d, the folt Paths of Love. T’adorn her Head I flow’ry Wreaths prepare, And mix gay Panfies with her fhining Hair. To pleafe her Tafte, I rob the painful Bee, And golden Fruit pluck from the bending Tree. Medlers full-ripe, thro’ all the Woods I feek, And ruddy Wildings, blufiring like her Cheek. When, flying Mid-day Sun’s ungentle heat, Some friendly Shade we make our cool RetreatGaylord Bros. ’■5 ini A PASTORAL. In Songs of foft Complaint my Voice I'raife; The Ecchoing Grove refounds the melting Lays, While jolly Throfiles ftretch their tuneful Throats, And warbling Linnets join their fofter Notes. Sometimes the willing Fair I fondly led, Where in green Meads my fleecy Charge I fed. See lovely Nymph! This little Flock is mine ; Smile on the Shepherd, and the Sheep are thine. THTRSIS, She cry’d, thy Flock wou’d tempt in Did not fome ftronger Pow’r thy Caufe maintainj \ If viewing thefe I any Pleafure take, My Blulhes own ’tis for their Matter’s Sake; Be conftant, THTRSIS, nor deceive a Maid, Thy winning Arts have to Love’s Snare betray’d, s With fuddain Joy, I fnatcht her to my Breaft, And thus the Tranfport of my Soul expreft. mi D 2 » 11 I i jo ! GS vain, 140 • l.-ak When When Youth and Beauty, Innocence and Love, Invite his flay, where fhou’d the Shepherd rove ? Thro’ flow’ry Vales, while Rivers Sea-ward tend, While, tofs’d by Winds, the crackling Flames afcend ; While thirfty Herds refrefhing Streams purfue, So long, LTCO RIS, will thy Swain be True. Sweetly confus’d, fhe rais’d her bending Head, And in foft Accents, thus my Vows repaid.] While cheerful Day fucceeds the gloomy Night, And rifing Larks falute the Morning Light; While Nightingales frequent the fhady Grove, Will bleft LTCORIS her true THl'RSIS Love. And now my Song, let youthful Swains attend, And taught by me, on Female Vows depend. MOERIS, whofe Flock the fpacious Meadow fpreads Where yon tall Elms advance their lofty Heads,Gaylord Bros. Makers A PASTORAL With longing Eyes, the fair Inticer views, And, roughly fond, with aukward Love purfues. Shall MOERIS then; ihall he, the Lubbard Swain, Whofe clownifh Mein makes Sport for all the Plain: Who ne’er one Leifon cou’d compofe a-right, Whofe fcreaming Pipe does his own Sheep affright 3 Shall He contend for bright LTCORIS Love? Ah faithlefs Maid! And ihall fuccefsful prove. The Lowing Herds perform ¡the Lover’s part, And bleating Flocks foften the Virgin’s Heart Her Vows forgotten mix with flitting Air, And joyful MOERIS clafps th’ inconftant Fair; While in her Fault I this Improvement find; Woman is never to her Int’reft blind. AMTN**4 'PASTORAL. AMYNTAS. My Lova rejected, and my Vows in vain, Oppreis’d with Sorrow, I forfake the Plain; 175 With weary Steps, the pathlefs Defert tread, ’Till Grief conducted to this gloomy Shade: Where fpreading Yews exclude the cheerful Light, And Birds of Omen feek continual Night; Where boding Howkts, fhuning Day, repair, 181 t And fluttering Reremice fan the dusky Air. Nor op’ning Bud, nor BloiTom here is found, But baneful Hemlock fpreads the barren Ground. . . This Place of Horror with loud Cries I fill, While briny Tears my fleeplefs Eyes diftil. :i:j My Pipe no more is tun’d to jovial Strains, But, in defpairing Notes, of flighted Love complains; An<Gaylord Bros. Makers A PASTORAL. And pitying Eccho, from the Hills around, With focial Grief, repeats the mournful Sound, j Be ftill my Pipe ; ye Tears forget to flow; Ye fruitlefs Cries, forbear to fpeakmy Woe. » Complaints are vain which ne’er can reach her Ear, Or if they ihou’d, flic unconcern’d wou’d hear. Ceafe, Shepherd, Ceafe ; no more thy Paffion name; Whate’er difpleafes is- a guilty Plane. In Silence wait, till welcome Death fhall prove v The laft fad Inftance of thy Truti and Love. : ff-': ' ! i •"''h ' ' . ' 9 Mb ’ - --KÌ /A ' ■ Ilf «39W m m íes T Hr RSIS. Ah! Woman, who fhall fing tie various Wiles, By which thy Sex poor heedlefs Man beguiles ? Vain to attempt! And fure the Setting Sun, Wou’d dip i’th’ Ocean e’er the Tale were done. 200 ‘DAPHNIS,\ V 7 s6 J PJSTORJL. r He, whofe fweet Pipe Who tells fuch Wond< With fruitlefs Love, p Deaf to his Suit, rega 1 DAPHNIS, whbfe fable Locks, with comely Grace, Adorn the manly Beaitys of his Face; affords fuch vaft Delight; rs in a ftarry Night; 205 rfues a flying Fair, dlefs of his Care. Ill-judging Maid! To o much Merit blind! Can any Nymph to DylPHNIS prove unkind! in yonder Cave the mdurning Shepherd dwells, 210 And vainly trys the Poj/’r of Magick Spells. Increafe thy Flocks, Swhin; thofe alone are Charms Can bring the Fair to tny defiling Arms. MOPSUS, for wantlofWords, with Gifts affails; Yet even giving MOPSUS fometimes fails. 215 G»y |m!Gaylord Bros. Makers’ ' fi\ PASTOR AL Gay AMARYLLIS once his Prefents took j A Cup, two Turtlesi and a gilded Crook; } But when he ga ve no more, with Scoffs, the Swain forfook j » / ' L ,v The Mifer ALCON, when, with Beauty fir’d. The blooming P HI L LI DA his Soul defir’d; Tho’ Old and Feeble, courted with Succefs; Pleas’d with his Weald, Site favour’d his AAdrefs. . The tott’ring Dotar/ to his Icy Bed, ' ’ Thro’ Crouds of eivying Nymphs, the Virgin led • And no#, with Peafure, views his teeming Bride 5 22$ For -what he waned, CORTDON fupply’d, I, ;ii-ft n, MI CON, Ji, youjg Swains; here let Contention end; . * •V** I W Abide ny Judpent, and believe your Friend,lS A