THE DESCRIPTION of ELIZIUM
A paradice on earth is found,
Though farre from vulgar sight,
Which with those pleasures doth abound
That it Elizium hight.
5 Where, in Delights that never fade,
The Muses lulled be,
And sit at pleasure in the shade
Of many a stately tree,
Which no rough Tempest makes to reele
10 Nor their straight bodies bowes,
Their lofty tops doe never feele
The weight of winters snowes;
In Groves that evermore are greene,
No falling leafe is there,
15 But Philomel (of birds the Queene)
In Musicke spends the yeare.
The Merle upon her mertle Perch,
There to the Mavis sings,
Who from the top of some curld Berch
20 Those notes redoubled rings;
There Daysyes damaske every place
Nor once their beauties lose,
That when proud Phœbus hides his face
Themselves they scorne to close.
25 The Pansy and the Violet here,
As seeming to descend,
Both from one Root, a very payre,
For sweetnesse yet contend,
And pointing to a Pinke to tell
30 Which beares it, it is loath,
To judge it; but replyes, for smell
That it excels them both,
Wherewith displeasde they hang their heads
So angry soone they grow
35 And from their odoriferous beds
Their sweets at it they throw.
The winter here a Summer is,
No waste is made by time,
Nor doth the Autumne ever misse
40 The blossomes of the Prime.
The flower that July forth doth bring
In Aprill here is seene,
The Primrose that puts on the Spring
In July decks each Greene.
45 The sweets for soveraignty contend
And so abundant be,
That to the very Earth they lend
And Barke of every Tree:
Rills rising out of every Banck,
50 In wilde Meanders strayne,
And playing many a wanton pranck
Upon the speckled plaine,
In Gambols and lascivious Gyres
Their time they still bestow
55 Nor to their Fountaines none retyres,
Nor on their course will goe
Those Brooks with Lillies bravely deckt,
So proud and wanton made,
That they their courses quite neglect:
60 And seeme as though they stayde,
Faire Flora in her state to viewe
Which through those Lillies looks,
Or as those Lillies leand to shew
Their beauties to the brooks.
65 That Phœbus in his lofty race,
Oft layes aside his beames
And comes to coole his glowing face
In these delicious streames;
Oft spreading Vines clime up the Cleeves,
70 Whose ripned clusters there,
Their liquid purple drop, which drives
A Vintage through thee yeere.
Those Cleeves whose craggy sides are clad
With Trees of sundry sutes,
75 Which make continuall summer glad,
Even bending with their fruits,
Some ripening, ready some to fall,
Some blossom’d, some to bloome,
Like gorgeous hangings on the wall
80 Of some rich princely Roome:
Pomegranates, Lymons, Cytrons, so
Their laded branches bow,
Their leaves in number that outgoe
Nor roomth will them alow.
85 There in perpetuall Summers shade,
Apolloes Prophets sit
Among the flowres that never fade,
But flowrish like their wit;
To whom the Nimphes upon their Lyres,
90 Tune many a curious lay,
And with their most melodious Quires Make
short the longest day.
The thrice three Virgins heavenly Cleere,
Their trembling Timbrels sound,
95 Whilst the three comely Graces there
Dance many a dainty Round,
Decay nor Age there nothing knowes,
There is continuall Youth,
As Time on plant or creatures growes,
100 So still their strength renewth.
The Poets Paradice this is,
To which but few can come;
The Muses onely bower of blisse
Their Deare Elizium.
105 Here happy soules, (their blessed bowers,
Free from the rude resort
Of beastly people) spend the houres,
In harmelesse mirth and sport,
Then on to the Elizian plaines
110 Apollo doth invite you
Where he provides with pastorall straines,
In Nimphals to delight you.