e, their vse forbeares
Yet she persues, and leaues her power vn euen
on heauen & earth, she loues him more th[=e] heau[=e].

Oft would she say, and bathe those words in tears
oh thou fair boy, wold God thou loudst like me
but sure thou art not flesh, it well appeares,
thou wert the stubborne issue of a tree,
So hard thou art, then she a sigh would fet,
and wish that Vulcan had not made his net,
For boysterous Mars, shee'd fayner ha' bin sped
with this choice floure, claspt in her yron bed.

Shee'd nere haue blusht, th[=e] she does make a vow
though al the Gods of both worlds had th[=e] seen
She raveth that she euer lou'd til now,
that she might worthily ha bin loues Queene.
wel, wel (quoth she) thou hast reueng'd the spight
which from my accurst Sons bow did fowly light
On thy faire Mother, O immortall boy,
Though thou be faire, tis I that should be coy.

But stay my Muse in thine owne confines keepe,
& wage not warre with so deere lou'd a neighbor,
But hauing sung thy day song, rest & sleepe
preserue thy small fame and his greater fauor:
His song was worthie merrit (_Shakspeare_ hee)
sung the faire blossome, thou the withered tree
_Laurell_ is due to him, his art and wit
hath purchast it, _Cypres_ thy brow will fit.

FINIS.

Hiren:
_OR_
The faire Greeke:

_By_ William Barksted, _one of_
the seruants of his Maiesties
Revels.

Ovid.

----_nonparuas animo dat gloria vires,
Et fecunda facit pectora laudis amor._

_LONDON_:

Printed for _Roger Barnes_, and are to be sold at
his shop in Chancery lane, ouer against
the Rolles. 1611.

TO THE HEROICKE HE
ros, Henry Earle of Oxenford,
_Vicount Bulbeck_, &c.

_Sir, if my unpolish't pen, that dedicates new
The bashfull utterance of a maiden Muse,
May gracefully arrive onely to you,
Which for her virgin sake, do not refuse,
Time, and more studious howers shall we vow,
To sing your vertues, which are now profuse.
Kings haue drunke water from a louing hand,
And truth's accepted, though we paint her poore.
The Poets say, the Gods that can command,
Haue feasted gladly on a poore mans store,
Whereby great Sir, we haue to understand,
That humble Riuers adde to the seashore.
Liue long and happy, and with gray haires crown'd,
Reade thy youths acts, which fame shall euer sound