Maister Basse his Careere,
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The new Hunting of the Hare.
To a new Court tune.
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L Ong ere the Morne expects the returne
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of Apollo from the Ocean Queene:
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Before the creak of the Croe or the breake of the day
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in the Welkin is seene,
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Mounted Idelia cheerfully makes
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to the Chase with his Bugle cleere:
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And nimbly bounds to the cry of the Hounds
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and the Musicke of his Careere.
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Oft doth he trace, through Wood, Parke and Chase,
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when he mounteth his Steed aloft:
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Oft he doth runne beyond farre his home,
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and deceiveth his pillow soft:
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Oft he expects, yet still hath defects,
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for still he is crost by the Hare:
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But more often he bounds to the cry of his Hounds,
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and doth thunder out his Careere.
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Hercules Hunted and spoyled the game,
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wheresoever he made his sport:
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Adon did Hunt but was slaine by the same,
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through Junoes bad consort:
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Nepthaly to, did the Hart over goe,
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and he purged the Forrests there,
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When his horne did redound, the noise to the hound,
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he did thunder out his Careere.
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Now bonny Bay with his foame wareth Gray,
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deepe Gray waxeth Bay with blood:
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White Lilly tops, doth send for their Caps,
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blacke Lady makes it good:
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Sorrowfull Watte , her widowes estate,
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forgets these delights to heare,
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And nimbly bounds to the cry of the Hound,
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and doth thunder out his Careere.
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Hilles with the heate of the Galloppers sweate,
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Revives their freezing tops:
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Dales purple flowers, the spring from the showers,
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which downe from the Rowels drops:
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Swaines they repast, and Strangers they hast,
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no neglect when our Hornes they heare:
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To see a fleete packe of Houndes in a sheete,
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and the Hunter in his Careere.
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Thus he Careeres ore the Moores, or the meeres,
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over deepes, over Downes and Clay:
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Till he hath wonne, the day from the Sunne,
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and the evening from the day,
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Sports then he ends, and joyfully wends
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home to his Cottage, where
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Frankely he feasts both himselfe and his Guests,
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and carowseth to his Careere.
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FINIS.
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The Faulconers Hunting.
To the tune of Basse his Careere.
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E Arely in the morne, when the night's overworne,
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and Apollo with his golden beames:
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The Day-starre overtakes, and Cinthia forsakes,
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to frolike with his silver streames.
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We with our delights, and the Haggard in our flights,
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that afronts the Celestiall Spheare:
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With lures and with traines, we gallop ore the plaines,
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to beholde a Cancecleere.
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From the fist shee goes, and her nimbly throwes,
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to out-flye the whistling winde:
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Onward still amaine, over bush over plaine,
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till her Gelding gen faintly she findes:
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An upshot then she makes, till the cloudes she overtakes,
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her ambition rests not there:
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But mounting still she flies, like a Phoenix in the skies,
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and comes downe with a Cancecleere.
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Mounting in the Skie, to the shape of a Flye,
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like a sparke of Elementall fire:
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Upward then she tends to make good her place amends,
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till the Retriese gives her desire:
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No Swallow, nor dove, their clipping wings can move
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like her when i'the Cloudes they appeare:
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She comes downe from above, like the thunderbolt of Jove ,
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and doth stoppe with a Cancecleere.
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Both young and olde prepare, to the sport that is so rare
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from their weary labour comming for to see:
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Lifting up their eyes from the Plaines to the Skies,
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where the wonders of the Welkins be:
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The Spirits of the Ayre in huddles doe repaire,
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the Musicke of the Bels for to heare,
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And quickly flye apart affrighted at the heart,
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when she stoopes to the Cancecleere.
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The Mallard with complaints in her golden feathers faints
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while the Haggard with the coy disdaine:
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Tryumphant in her prey, concludes the Evening gray
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with a pleasant and a lovely gaine:
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Homeward then we wend, & the twilight then we spend
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in discourse our delights to heare:
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We tast the Quaile we kild, and carowse in what is fill[d]
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which goes round with a Cancecleere.
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FINIS.
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