_Row:_ They neuer needed _Cynthia's_ light,
_Cho:_ That soone gaue place,
Amazed with her grace,
That did attend thy sheepe.

_Row:_ Aboue where heauens hie glories are,
_Cho:_ When as she shall be placed in the skies,
_Row:_ She shall be calld the shepheards starre,
_Cho:_ And euermore, 40
We shepheards will adore,
Her setting and her rise.

APPENDIX

In this Appendix, I have collected certain fugitive pieces of Drayton's;
chiefly commendatory verses prefixed to various friends' books. The
first song is from _England's Helicon_, and is, I think, too pretty to
be lost. Three of the commendatory poems are in sonnet-form, and their
inclusion brings us nearer the whole number published by Drayton; of
which there are doubtless a few still lacking. But I have tried to make
the collection of sonnets as complete as possible.

From _England's Helicon_ (1600) p. 97.

Rowlands _Madrigall._

Faire Loue rest thee heere,
Neuer yet was morne so cleere,
Sweete be not vnkinde,
Let me thy fauour finde,
Or else for loue I die.

Harke this pretty bubling spring,
How it makes the Meadowes ring,
Loue now stand my friend,
Heere let all sorrow end,
And I will honour thee. 10

See where little _Cupid_ lyes,
Looking babies in her eyes.
_Cupid_ helpe me now,
Lend to me thy bowe,
To wound her that wounded me.

Heere is none to see or tell,
All our flocks are feeding by,
This Banke with Roses spred,
Oh it is a dainty bed,
Fit for my Loue and me. 20

Harke the birds in yonder Groaue,
How they chaunt vnto my Loue,
Loue be kind to me,
As I haue beene to thee,
For thou hast wonne my hart.

Calme windes blow you faire,
Rock her thou gentle ayre,
O the morne is noone,
The euening comes too soone,
To part my Loue and me. 30

The Roses and thy lips doo meete,
Oh that life were halfe so sweete,
Who would respect his breath,
That might die such a death,
Oh that life thus might die.

All the bushes that be neere,
With sweet Nightingales beset,
Hush sweete and be still,
Let them