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Wednesday, 21 March 2018

Verses 1-4 of “Caltha Poetarum: Or, The Bumble Bee” by Tailboys Dymoke (Thomas Cutwode)

My Herball booke in Folio I unfold,
I pipe of Plants, I sing of sōmer flowers,
But chiefly on the Mayden Marygold,
and of the Daisie, both brave Belamours:
Trophies for Kings, Imprese for Emperours,
Garlands to beare upon the brave Ensignes
Of Knights, of Peeres, of princely Palladines.

Then (Flora) come thou florishing fair Queen,
oh child of Maia thou must be my Muse,
To gird my temples with thy gawdy greene,
and with thy fuming flowers my front infuse
With Roses, Paunsyes, Pinks, as Poets use
With Lawrer Bay, and Baucis never old,
For to attend my Virgin Mary-gold.

Lend me thy Purple and the Pall depainted,
thy faire enameld mantle thou didst weare,
Whē first thou cam’st Idolatryz’d & sainted,
installed by the bewtie of the yeare:
Oh lend to me that garment and that geare,
So that my verses they may sweetly smell,
And I above all sivet may excell:

And you (fair damsels) you who danc’t that day
when heavenly Flora first was holified,
That mightie mistres, this same child of May,
come hither sweetings, come sit by my syde:
Tune to my song and see what will betyde,
Bring timbrils, pipe & harpe, & heare me play,
And lye thee a while, and listen to my lay.

From: Cutwode, T., Caltha Poetarum: or, The Bumble Bee, 1815, Joseph and Benjamin Bensley: London, pp. [unnumbered].

Date: 1599

By: Tailboys Dymoke (Thomas Cutwode) (1561-c1602/3)