IDENTILIN$$ F107B32|EpEliz|Bodleian Harley 4955|ff.128v-30./P:GAS,c.4-90,o/C:T-LP,11Jun91 107.B32.HE1 A Epithalamion or Marriage song, 107.B32.HE2 on /the Lady Elisabeth, and Fredericke /Covnt Palatine, 107.B32.HE3 beeing S%5t%6 Valentines Day.| 107.B32.001 Hayle Bishop Valentine, whose Day this is, 107.B32.002 All the Ayre ys thy Dyocye, 107.B32.003 And all the chirping Queristers, 107.B32.004 And other Birdes, are thy Parishioners, 107.B32.005 Thou maryest everye yeare 107.B32.006 The lyrique lanke, and the graue whispering Dove, 107.B32.007 The sparrowe that neglects his lyfe for love, 107.B32.008 The household Bird, w%5th%6 the redd stomacher, 107.B32.009 Thou maks't the blacke bird speed as sone, 107.B32.010 As doth the Goldfinche, or the Halcyone, 107.B32.011 The husband Cocke lookes out, & strayght is sped, 107.B32.012 And meetes hys wife, w%5ch%6 bringes her feather bed. 107.B32.013 This Day, %Yw%5ch%6#might%Z#more cherefullye then ever shine; 107.B32.014 This Day, w%5ch%6 might enflame thyselfe, Old Valentyne.| 107.B32.015 Till now, thou warm'st w%5th%6 multiplyinge loves 107.B32.016 Two larkes, two sparrowes, or two Doves, 107.B32.017 All that is Nothing vnto thys, 107.B32.018 For thou this day, couplest two Phenixes, 107.B32.019 Thou makest a Taper see, 107.B32.020 What the sunne never sawe; And what the Arke [129] 107.B32.021 (W%5ch%6 was of foules, and beasts, the Cage, and Parke,) 107.B32.022 Did not Contayne, one bed contaynes through Thee, 107.B32.023 Two Phenixes, whose ioyned beasts, 107.B32.024 Are vnto one another mutuall nests, 107.B32.025 Where Motion Kindles such fires, as shall giue 107.B32.026 yovng Phenixes, and yett the olde shall live, 107.B32.027 Whose love, and Corage never shall declyne, 107.B32.028 But make the whle yeare through thy day, O valentyne. 107.B32.029 Vp, then fayre %5Phenix%6 Bryde, frustrate the sunne, 107.B32.030 Thyselfe from thne affection 107.B32.031 Tak'st warmth enough; And from thyne Eye 107.B32.032 All lesser Birds will take theyre Iollytye, 107.B32.033 Vp, vp, fayre Bryde, and call 107.B32.034 Thy starrs, from out theyre seuerall boxes; Take 107.B32.035 Thy Rubyes, Pearles, and Diamonds, forth, and make 107.B32.036 Thy selfe a Constellation of them all, 107.B32.037 And by this blazeing signifye 107.B32.038 That a Great Princesse falls, but doth not Dye; 107.B32.039 Bee Thou a newe starr, that to vs portends, 107.B32.040 Ends of much wonder; And be thou those Ends, 107.B32.041 Since Thou dost this day in new glory shyne, 107.B32.042 May All men date Records, from this thy Valentine.| 107.B32.043 Come forth, come forth; And as One Glorious flame, 107.B32.044 Meeting Another growes the same, 107.B32.045 So meete thy Fredericke, and soe 107.B32.046 To an vnseperable vnion growe. 107.B32.047 Since Separation, 107.B32.048 Falls not one such thinges, as are infinite, 107.B32.049 Nor thinges w%5ch%6 are but One, can disvnite; 107.B32.050 You are twice Inseparable, greate, and one, 107.B32.051 Goe then to where the Bishop stayes, 107.B32.052 To make you One, his way, w%5ch%6 diuers wayes 107.B32.053 Must be effected; And when all is past, 107.B32.054 And that you are one, by harts, & handes made fast, 107.B32.055 You two haue one way left, yourselves to entwine, 107.B32.056 Besides thys Bishops knott, or Bishop Valentyne.| 107.B32.057 But oh, what ayles the sunne, that here he stayes 107.B32.058 Longer to day, then other Dayes? 107.B32.059 Stayes hee newe light, from these to gett? 107.B32.060 And findinge here such store, is loth to sett? [129v] 107.B32.061 And why doe you two walke, 107.B32.062 Soe slowlye pac'd in this Procession? 107.B32.063 Is all your Care, but to be look'd vpon, 107.B32.064 And be to others spectacle, and Talke? 107.B32.065 The feast, w%5th%6 glotonous delayes, 107.B32.066 Is eaten, and to long theyre meate they Prayse, 107.B32.067 The Maskers come to late, and I thincke will stay, 107.B32.068 Like Fayeryes, till the Cocke crowe them awaye; 107.B32.069 Alas, did not Antiquitie assigne, 107.B32.070 A night, as well as Day, to thee, O Valentine. 107.B32.071 They did, and Night is come; And yett wee see, 107.B32.072 Formalytyes retarding thee, 107.B32.073 What meane these Ladyes, w%5ch%6 as though 107.B32.074 They were to take a Clocke in Peeces, goe 107.B32.075 Soe nicelye about the Bride.| 107.B32.076 A Bride, before a Good Night could bee sayd, 107.B32.077 Should vanish from her Clothes, into her bed, 107.B32.078 As soules from Bodyes steale; and are not spyed. 107.B32.079 But now shee ys layd; What though shee bee? 107.B32.080 Yett there are more Delayes, for where ys hee? 107.B32.081 He comes, and passes through spheare, after spheare: 107.B32.082 First her sheetes, then her Armes, then any wheare, 107.B32.083 Lett not then this Day, but this Night bee thyne; 107.B32.084 Thy Day, was but thy Eue to this, O Valentine.| 107.B32.085 Here lyes a shee sunne, and a Hee moone here, 107.B32.086 She giues the Best light to his spheare, 107.B32.087 Or Each is both, and All, and soe, 107.B32.088 They vnto one Another, nothing owe, 107.B32.089 And yett they doe, but are, 107.B32.090 So iust, and ritch, in that Coyne w%5ch%6 they Pay, 107.B32.091 That neyther would, nor needes forbeare, nor stay, 107.B32.092 Neither deserves to be spar'd, nor to spare; 107.B32.093 They quicklye pay theyre debt, and then, 107.B32.094 Take noe acquittance, but pay agen, 107.B32.095 They Pay, they giue, thy send, and so lett fall, 107.B32.096 Noe such occasion to be liberall. 107.B32.097 More truith, more Corage, in these two doe shine, 107.B32.098 Then All thy Turtles haue, & sparrowes Valentine.| 107.B32.099 And by this Act of these two Phenixes, [130] 107.B32.100 Nature agayne restore'd is, 107.B32.101 For since these two, are two no more; 107.B32.102 There ys but one Phenix still, as was before; 107.B32.103 Rest nowe at last, and wee, 107.B32.104 As satyres watch the sunnes vprise, will stay, 107.B32.105 Wayting when your Eyes opened, lett out day, 107.B32.106 Onely desir'd, because your face wee see, 107.B32.107 Others nere you, shall whispering speake, 107.B32.108 And wagers lay; at w%5ch%6 side Day will breake. 107.B32.109 And win by Obseruing then, whose hand it is, 107.B32.110 That opens first a Curtayne, Hers, or His. 107.B32.111 This wilbe tryed to morrowe after nine, 107.B32.112 Till w%5ch%6 hower, wee thy Day enlardge, O valentyne.| 107.B32.0SS om 107.B32.0$$ Lines 2, 3, 5, 9 of each stanza ind; sts numbered in Arabic numerals in LM, except for st. 1, which is numbered beside the first line of the heading, and st. 4 which is not numbered; l.41 written in left margin in scribal hand, apparently, but later--ink darker, pen sharper. "Phenix" in l.29 actually written above the line as if a heading for that stanza. Scribe makes ? with a comma as the lower mark.