Behold, deare Love, to make your ioyes abound, Yonder Phylander comes.

And to him calls: 'O deare Amyntas, speake, Look on me, sweete Amyntas, it is I That calles thee, I it is, that holds thee here, Within those armes thou haste esteem'd so deare.' (V. ii.) Amyntas' subsequent recovery is reported in the same strain.

[Sidenote: am ever poore] thankes; but I thanke you: and sure deare friends my thanks are too deare a halfepeny; were you

O huge and most unspeakeable impression 155 Of Loves deep wound, that pierst the piteous hart Of that deare Lord with so entyre affection, And, sharply launcing every inner part, Dolours of death into his soule did dart, Doing him die that never it deserved, 160 To free his foes, that from his heast* had swerved!

Sir, from the fayre protectyon of your grace And satisfactyon of your vowe; which doone, Bouldlye I hope I may voutsafe to begge My fathers deare deliverance.

[Sidenote: am ever poore] thankes; but I thanke you: and sure deare friends my thanks are too deare a halfepeny; were you

Looke on the sommer fields adorn'd with flowers, How much is natures painting honour'd there? Looke in the Mynes, and on the Easterne shore, Where all our Mettalls and deare Jems are drawne, Thogh faire themselves made better by their foiles: Looke on that little world, the twofold man, Whose fairer parcell is the weaker still, And see what azure vaines in stream-like forme Divide the Rosie beautie of the skin.

In right of vertue & a womans honour (This deare wrongd Ladies)

Oh, Thurston, Whom I respect with a more sacred love Then was my former; take my blessing with her And all the wishes that a ioyfull mother Can to a child devote: had my Belisia And her deare Bonvill livd, this happy day Should have beheld a double wedding.

I deserve a fee, And not a frown, deare Madam; I but speak Her thoughts, my Lord, and what her modesty Refuses to give voyce to; shew no mercy To a Maidenhead of fourteene, but off with't: Let her lose no time Sir; fathers that deny Their Daughters lawfull pleasure, when ripe for them, In some kinds edge their appetites to tast of The fruit that is forbidden.

A] deare Mardonius.

Arise, deare Nourses of divinest skill, You sacred Muses of Pernassus hill; Phoebus is conquerd by your deare respect And will no longer clemency neglect.

the worlds deare ornaments, And lively images of heavens light, Let not your beames with such disparagements Be dimd, and your bright glorie darkned quight; l65 But mindfull still of your first countries sight, Doe still preserve your first informed grace, Whose shadow yet shynes in your beauteous face.

Wink, wink, deare people, and you be wise, And shut, O shut, your weeping eyes.

B, C, D, E] my deere | deare Philaster.

And now what saies mine owne deare Neece yfaith?

When these sad sights were overpast and gone, My spright was greatly moved in her rest, With inward ruth and deare affection, To see so great things by so small distrest.

Since you love him, here To heaven and you I give my interest up And would I could as well commaund his heart As he might mine, beleive me you should then Affect you with as true and deare a zeale As ever I did him: I should be happie In making you soe.

Yes, any thing, deare Baltazar.

In what, deare Damsell? Sis.

shepheards deare delights, That with your loves do their rude hearts possesse, When as my hearse shall happen to your sightes, Vouchsafe to deck the same with cyparesse; And ever sprinckle brackish teares among, 530 In pitie of my undeserv'd distresse, The which, I, wretch, endured have thus long.