GEORGE PEELE

And when he saddest sits in homely cell,

He'll teach his swains this carol for a song,

' Blest be the hearts that wish my sovereign well, Curst be the souls that think her any wrong.'

Goddess, allow this aged man his right

To be your beadsman now that was your knight.

��ROBERT GREENE

703. Samel a

T IKE to Diana in her summer weed,

^ Girt with a crimson robe of brightest dye,

Goes fair Samela.

Whiter than be the flocks that straggling feed When wash'd by Arethusa faint they lie,

Is fair Samela. As fair Aurora in her morning grey,

Deck'd with the ruddy glister of her love

Is fair Samela ; Like lovely Thetis on a calmed day

Whenas her brightness Neptune's fancy move, Shines fair Samela.

Her tresses gold, her eyes like glassy streams, Her teeth are pearl, the breasts are ivory

Of fair Samela ;

Her cheeks like rose and lily yield forth gleams ; Her brows bright arches framed of ebony.

Thus fair Samela

Passeth fair Venus in her bravest hue, And Juno in the show of majesty (For she's Samela!),

�� �