9781787370043 by Anonymous

Author:Anonymous [Anonymous]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-01-20T00:00:00+00:00

His handmayd Howty next, to Weever holds her race:

When Peever with the helpe of Pickmere, make apace

To put-in with those streames his sacred steps that tread,

Into the mighty waste of Mersey him to lead.

Where, when the Rivers meet, with all their stately traine,

Proud Mersey is so great in entring of the Maine,

As hee would make a shewe for Empery to stand,

And wrest the three-forkt Mace from out grym Neptunes hand;

To Cheshire highly bound for that his watry store,

As to the grosser Loughs on the Lancastrian shore.

From hence he getteth Goyt downe from her Peakish spring,

And Bollen, that along doth nimbler Birkin bring

From Maxfields mightie wildes, of whose shagg'd Syluans shee

Hath in the Rocks been woo'd, their Paramour to bee:

Who in the darksome holes, and Cauerns kept her long,

And that proud Forrest made a party to her wrong.

Yet could not all intreat the pretty Brooke to stay;

Which to her sister streame, sweet Bollen, creeps away.

To whom, upon their road shee pleasantly reports

The many mirthfull iests, and wanton woodish sports

In Maxfield they have had; as of that Forrests fate:

Untill they come at length, where Mersey for more state

Assuming broder banks, himselfe so proudly beares,

That at his sterne approach, extended Wyrrall feares,

That (what betwixt his floods of Mersey, and the Dee)

In very little time deuoured he might bee:

Out of the foaming surge till Hilbre lifts his head,

To let the fore-land see how richly he had sped.

Which Mersey cheeres so much, that with a smyling brow

He fawnes on both those Floods; their amorous armes that throw

About his goodly neck, and bar'd their swelling breasts:

On which whilst lull'd with ease, his pleased cheeke he rests,

The Naiades, sitting neere upon the aged Rocks,

Are busied with their combes, to brayd his verdant locks,

Whilst in their crystall eyes he doth for Cupids looke:

But Delamere from them his fancie quickly tooke,

Who shewes her selfe all drest in most delicious flowers;

And sitting like a Queene, sees from her shady Bowers

The wanton Wood-Nymphs mixt with her light-footed Fawnes,

To lead the rurall routs about the goodly Lawnds,

As over Holt and Heath, as thorough Frith and Fell;

And oft at Barly-breake, and Prison-base, to tell

(In carrolds as they course) each other all the joyes,

The passages, deceits, the sleights, the amorous toyes

The subtile Sea-Nymphs had, their Wyrralls love to win.

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