Elysium hath a wood of holm-trees black,
Whose earth doth not perpetual green grass lack. 50
There good birds rest (if we believe things hidden),
Whence unclean fowls are said to be forbidden.
There harmless swans feed all abroad the river;
There lives the phoenix, one alone bird ever;
There Juno's bird displays his gorgeous feather,
And loving doves kiss eagerly together.
The parrot into wood received with these,
Turns all the godly[275] birds to what she please.
A grave her bones hides: on her corps' great grave,
The little stones these little verses have. 60
_This tomb approves I pleased my mistress well
My mouth in speaking did all birds excell._
FOOTNOTES:
[264] Not in Isham copy or ed. A.
[265] Dyce remarks that Marlowe's copy had "ales mihi missus" for
"imitatrix ales."
[266] So Dyce for "goodly" of the old eds. ("piae volucres").
[267] Shrill.
[268] So Dyce for "not" of the old eds.
[269] So Dyce for "It is as great."
[270] "Miluus."
[271] "Graculus."
[272] Old eds. "crowes."
[273] Old eds. "words."
[274] Marlowe was very weak in Latin prosedy. The original has "manibus
rapiuntur avaris."
[275] Old eds. "goodly" ("_pias_ volueres").
ELEGIA VII.[276]
Amicae se purgat, quod ancillam non amet.
Dost me of new crimes always guilty frame?
To overcome, so oft to fight I shame.
If on the marble theatre I look,
One among many is, to grieve thee, took.
If some fair wench me secretly behold,
Thou arguest she doth secret marks unfold.
If I praise any, thy poor hairs thou tearest;
If blame, dissembling of my fault thou fearest.
If I look well, thou think'st thou dost not move,
If ill, thou say'st I die for others' love. 10
Would I were culpable of some offence,
They that deserve pain, bear't with patience.
Now rash accusing, and thy vain belief,
Forbid thine anger to procure my grief.
Lo, how the miserable great-eared ass,
Dulled with much beating, slowly forth doth pass!
Behold Cypassis, wont to dress thy head,
Is charged to violate her mistress' bed!
The gods from this sin rid me of suspicion,
To like a base wench of despised condition. 20
With Venus' game who will a servant grace?
Or any back, made rough with stripes, embrace?
Add she was d
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