A PANEGYRICKE. 



To Tantalus I can resemble those 

 That touch the water that they n'ere doe taste ; 

 And pine away, Fruite being at their Nose, 

 So, in Aboundance, they to nought do waste. 



The Brookes runne murmuring by their parched Brincks 

 (Pure virgin Nimphes) and chide against the Stancks, 

 When as their sweetest profer'd service stinkes, 

 So coyly kisse the chapt-lippes of the Bankes. 



And (weake as water) in their Beds do stretch 

 (As tVere to yeeld their Ghost for such disgrace) 

 Their Christall limbes unto the utmost Reach ; 



And (tf)shrinke from th'Armesthat(uselesse) them imbrace. () In dry 



Summers the 

 Rivers grow 



When as the Meads, wherein their Beds do lye, 

 Make towards them, and fall by lumpes therein ; 

 Who (of the yellow Jaundise like to dye) 



Creepe to their (ft) Beds, their love and health to winne. () When the 



Bankes are 

 chapt, they 



O Landlords see, O see great Lords of Land! faUby^mam- 



These sencelesse creatures mov'd to cithers aid mocks into 



But for your helpe, who may their helpes command : the Rlver - 

 Then well command, you shall be well obaid. 



Helpe Nature in her Workes, that workes for you ; 

 And be not idle when you may do good : 



^Paines are but (c) Sports when earnest gaines insue : (c} Games 

 For, Sport, in earnest, lies in Livelihood. the^houeht 



7 The ofPaines. 



