That Jove shall turn away young Ganimede,
And with immortal arms shall circle thee.
Are thy desires Long Life? thy vital thread
Shall be stretch'd out, thou shalt behold the change
Of monarchies, and see those children die

Whose great great grandsires now in cradles lie.
If through Gold's sacred hunger thou dost pine;
Those gilded wantons which in swarms do run
To warm their slender bodies in the sun,
Shall stand for number of those golden piles
Which in rich pride shall swell before thy feet:
As those are, so shall these be infinite.

Fortunat. O whither am I wrapt beyond myself? More violent conflicts fight in every thought

Than his whose fatal choice Troy's downfall wrought.
Shall I contract myself to Wisdom's love?
Then I lose Riches; and a wise man poor

Is like a sacred book that's never read;

To himself he lives and to all else seems dead.
This age thinks better of a gilded fool,

Than of a threadbare saint in Wisdom's school.
I will be Strong: then I refuse Long Life;

And though mine arm should conquer twenty worlds,
There's a lean fellow beats all conquerors:
The greatest Strength expires with loss of breath,
The mightiest in one minute stoop to death.
Then take Long Life, or Health; should I do so,
I might grow ugly, and that tedious scroll

Of months and years much misery might enroll:
Therefore I'll beg for Beauty; yet I will not:
The fairest cheek hath oftentimes a soul
Leprous as sin itself, than hell more foul.
The Wisdom of this world is idiotism;
Strength a weak reed; Health Sickness' enemy,
And it at length will have the victory.

Je Pics Fine metra Frutas, and offers him the beyaz tunge. He chases Riches

FraTUNE FORTUNATUS.

Fortune. Before thy soul at this deep lottery
Craw ir her prize, ordain'd by destiny,
Know at here's to recanting a first choice.
Cause then fiscreetly: for the laws of fate,

Being gav in steel, must stand inviolate.

Fit Danghters of Jove and the unblemish'd
Nigi

Most riteous Parce, guide my genius right:
Wisdom. Strength, Health, Beauty, Long Life, and Riches.
Fortune. Stay Fortunatus; once more hear me speak.
E thou kiss Wisdom's cheek and make her thine,
She'll breathe into thy lips divinity,

And thou (like Phoebus) shall speak oracle;
Thy heav'n-inspired soul on Wisdom's wings
Shall fly up to the Parliament of Jove,
And read the Statutes of Eternity,

And see what's past and learn what is to come.
If thou lay claim to Strength, armies shall quake
To see thee frown: as Kings at mine do lie,

So shall thy feet trample on empery.

In other heavens, fire is not half so clear.
For still in all the regions I have seen,
I scorn'd to croud among the muddy throng
Of the rank multitude, whose thicken'd breath
(Like to condensed fogs) do choke that beauty,
Which else would dwell in every Kingdom's cheek.
No; I still boldly stept into their Courts:
For there to live 'tis rare, O 'tis divine,
There shall you see faces angelical;

There shall you see troops of chaste Goddesses,
Whose star-like eyes have power (might they still shine)
To make night day, and day more chrystalline.
Near these you shall behold great Heroes,
White-headed Counsellors, and Jovial Spirits,
Standing like fiery Cherubim to guard
The monarch, who in godlike glory sits
In midst of these, as if this deity

Had with a look created a new world,

The standers by being the fair workmanship.

And. Oh how my soul is rapt to a Third Heaven!
I'll travel sure, and live with none but Kings.
Amp. But tell me, father, have you in all Courts
Beheld such glory, so majestical,

In all perfection, no way blemished?

Fort. In some Courts shall you see Ambition
Sit, piecing Dedalus' old waxen wings;

But being clapt on, and they about to fly,
Even when their hopes are busied in the clouds,
They melt against the sun of Majesty,
And down they tumble to destruction.
By travel, boys, I have seen all these things.
Fantastic Compliment stalks up and down,
Trickt in outlandish feathers; all his words,
His looks, his oaths, are all ridiculous,
All apish, childish, and Italianate.

Orleans to his friend Galloway defends the passion with which, (being a prisoner in the English king's court) he is enamoured to frenzy of the king's daughter Agripyna.

Orl. This music makes me but more out of tune.

O Agripyna.

Gall. Gentle friend, no more.、

Thou say'st Love is a madness: hate it then,
Even for the name's sake.

Orl. O I love that Madness,

Even for the name's sake.

Gall. Let me tame this frenzy,

By telling thee thou art a prisoner here,
By telling thee she's daughter to a King,
By telling thee the King of Cyprus' son
Shines like a sun between her looks and thine,
Whilst thou seem'st but a star to Agripyne.
He loves her.

Orl. If he do, why so do I.

Gall. Love is ambitious and loves Majesty.

Orl. Dear friend, thou art deceiv'd: Love's voice doth

sing

As sweetly in a beggar as a king.

Gall. Dear friend thou art deceiv'd: O bid thy soul Lift up her intellectual eyes to heaven,

And in this ample book of wonders read,

Of what celestial mould, what sacred essence,

Her self is form'd: the search whereof will drive
Sounds musical among the jarring spirits,
And in sweet tune set that which none inherits.

Orl. I'll gaze on heaven if Agripyne be there.

If not fa, la, la, Sol, la, &c.

Gall. O call this madness in: see, from the windows