They strove with Kings and Kinglike adversaries, Were even in their Enemies made happie; The Macedonian Courage tryed of old And the new greatnesse of the Syrian power: But he for Phillip and Antiochus Hath found more easie enemies to deale with Terpnus, Pammenes, and a rout of Fidlers. Scevin.

You home-borne Gods of our countrey, Romulus and Vesta, That Thuscan Tiber and Romes towers defends, Forbid not yet at length a happie end To former evils; let this hand revenge The wronged world; enough we now have suffered.

Priam was happie, Happie indeed; he saw his Troy burnt

Priam was happie, Happie indeed; he saw his Troy burnt

And heere thy feete did blesse the happie land?

Eurymine, thy selfe alone Shouldst beare the golden ball; So far would thy most heauenly forme Excell the others all; O happie Phoebus!

happie then, Most happie should I bee If faire Eurymine would please To ioyne in loue with mee.

happie then, Most happie should I bee If faire Eurymine would please To ioyne in loue with mee.

In thy great grace it lyes to make my state Most happie now or most infortunate.

Then, Ladies, gratulate this happie chaunce With some delightful tune and pleasaunt daunce, Meane-space upon his Harpe will Phoebus play; So both of them may boast another day And make report that, when their wedding chaunc'te, Phoebus gave musicke and the Muses daunc'te.

Yet are ye both received into blis, And to the seates of happie soules admitted.

480 "There be the two stout sonnes of AEacus, Fierce Peleus, and the hardie Telamon, Both seeming now full glad and ioyeous Through their syres dreadfull iurisdiction, Being the iudge of all that horrid hous: 488 And both of them, by strange occasion, Renown'd in choyce of happie marriage Through Venus grace, and vertues cariage.

560 "Th'Argolicke power returning home againe, Enricht with spoyles of th'Ericthonian towre, Did happie winde and weather entertaine, And with good speed the fomie billowes scowre: No signe of storme, no feare of future paine, 565 Which soone ensued them with heavie stowre*: Nereïs to the seas a token gave, The whiles their crooked keeles the surges clave.

Thrise happie she that is so well assured Unto her selfe, and setled so in hart, That neither will for better be allured, Ne feard with worse to any chaunce to start:

but how it to attaine; 205 His care, his ioy, his hope, is all on this, That seemes in it all blisses to containe, In sight whereof all other blisse seemes vaine: Thrice happie man, might he the same possesse, He faines himselfe, and doth his fortune blesse.

And though he do not win his wish to end, Yet thus farre happie he himselfe doth weene, That heavens such happie grace did to him lend As thing on earth so heavenly to have seene, His harts enshrined saint, his heavens queene, 215 Fairer then fairest in his fayning eye, Whose sole aspect he counts felicitye.

And though he do not win his wish to end, Yet thus farre happie he himselfe doth weene, That heavens such happie grace did to him lend As thing on earth so heavenly to have seene, His harts enshrined saint, his heavens queene, 215 Fairer then fairest in his fayning eye, Whose sole aspect he counts felicitye.

Whatever ill before he did aby*: Had it beene death, yet would he die againe, To live thus happie as her grace to gaine.

deare Lord, that ever I might hope, For all the paines and woes that I endure, 295 To come at length unto the wished scope Of my desire, or might myselfe assure That happie port for ever to recure*!

Who, as he was a happie imitator of Nature, was a most gentle expresser of it.

At once thou mak'st me happie, and unmak'st; And giving largely to me, more thou tak'st.

How happie is our age!

Ah my dread Lord, if any little sparke Of melting pittie doth remaine alive, And not extinguisht by my impious deedes, Oh kindle it unto a happie flame, To light Allenso from this miserie Which through dim death he's like to fall into.

I tell thee maid I love thee, Let that word make thee happie, so far love thee, That though I may enjoy thee without ceremony, I will descend so low, to marry thee, Me thinks I see the race that shall spring from us, Some Princes, some great Souldiers.

Farewell, be mindfull, and be happie; the night calls me.