The Complete Poems of Richard Barnfield/The Isham MS./The Shepherdes Confession

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THE SHEPHERDES CONFESSION.




To thy shrifte (greate chaplen of the familie of loue) com̄s ye passionat shephard of the westerne playnes to confes his faultes & to offer sacrifice for his offences. I haue loud, a foole yt I was & haue obtained. fy blab t I tell but trustinge to thy secresy let me open that thinge ye w'tting wherof is the greateste contente in loue. when in the blominge of my youth & in the florishinge time of the yere I first tooke vpō me ye charge of a shepherd, Phillis my fathrs neighbors Daughter draue likewise her fathrs flocke. at noone time as it often happens a monge vs shepherds I to a void the heate of the sonne vsed to wthdraw my self to a foūtaine springinge in her sheepgate where beinge my custome to meete her as on[e] day vnder ye couerlet of a rocke wh're gazing on ye cristall streame, in the watry glas, she did see the shadowe of Bellin my ram̄e how he was moūted one the yeaw to p'forme the duty of marradg. She asked me what the rāme did. I said he got on the yeaws backe to discrie if on the the (sic) hedge were any better food (& holy preist let me confesse my falte) I then spake as I thought but ye wily Phillis p'cevying my simplicity turnes her head and smiles as if her countenance should say what a foole is this. But longe she had not remaynd thus when on the leaues of a marygolde she saw a busy bee gathring hony. Willie saith shee for so am I cald, shall I be thy bee & sucke thy hony of thy lips? By the cleerenes of her posicons I hauinge my vnderstandinge now erected replied yee Phillis so yt like ye marigold yu wilt only to my bright beames ly open. O the crafte of women, how putly vpon my wordes did shee frowne & turne a way. I affeard of her displeasure said sweet Phil why looke you from me? haue I offended. Dere then turne those eys nay fix them vpon me soe shall the flames thereof in burninge me be iust punishers of mine offence. Wth yt I wold haue initated the gras where on we lay by clasping her in my armes but she t'ninge aside, espies my iuory pipe, and as women delight in faire thinges & yet through theire natures couetousnes doe rather take then giue, so now to make p'fit of her anger, she told me by no meanes I shoud enter acquaintance againe vnles franckly and freely I would giue her my white pipe. I made answer yt giue it I could not but if she would lay the browne mazer her mother gaue her to my whistle vpon any wager I would try the venter. wee a greed & ye bargaine was who in runinge should firste come to the bush at ye bottom of the hill, he should haue the prize, we set forwarde & step for step, stroke for stroke she kept wth me nay was often times before me till drawinge neere ye marke she begane to fainte & speechles fell downe. I whose mind was more on takinge her vp then on winninge the wager imployd my strength to ye thrusting of her vp againe. This kindnes of mine in shewinge, I neglected my profit in comparisō of her suer footing did so deeply p'ce [= pierce] her as shee thought it not enough to giue me yt curious wrought mazer confessinge it to be mine as won̄e by maine speedines but wth all shee pn̄ted it me replenished wth a most reviving liquor. I not to seeme defectiue in curteous bounty gaue her my pipe. she refusd the p'p'ty [= property] & only craued ye vse of it to chere vp her spirites when she was in her melancholy dūps. Phi: said I if you returne me my pipe yet it is yo's at commaund and as for yor mazer since it is houshold stuf & yt I am no huswif I pr thee take it home againe but sweet Phi keepe it neatly. only I desire you woldst bringt a feild adayes, yt when through heat I shall grow thirsty wth the liquor thereof I may alay my drought. Thus for yt time we p'ted & often since to ye high delightfull quenchinge of my most furious flames out of yt iolly polished mazor haue I caroused. But here is my misfortune, for this offence I come now to aske p'done, my fair tressed Ph amonge other of her delightes kept shut vp in a cage a bird called a wagtaile. him she fed wth her owne hand, him she stroked, him she plaid wthall. I cominge on a time to this cage & pittying to see yt poore foule in captiuitie wch was free by the laws of kind vnpent the cage dore & out flue the bird. Ph: findinge her play fellow gone & yt through my falte, O hils O downs into what arage was shee driuen. I was the man yt invied her content, twas I yt had bereaud her of her morninges thought, her repose at euen, her make [=mate] by day and her valiant gûid by night, so yt transported wth this tempestuos passion away she flinges from me & neur sine cold I regaine her fauor. how often sine haue I sued for grace by crowninge those lam̄s wth garlandes wch I knew to be her fauorites. how often haue I brought her a robbin redbreste & told hr yt although he be sulle [=sullen] & sollitary, yet is he a most kind & faithfull bird, how often haue I prsented her ye nighting gale wth this commend'con yt he vseth to sleepe wth a pricke at his breste, and yet she scornes my guiftes & wth despitfull thretninge makes answer to my passionat intreatinges yt vnles I find her lady bird againe I must neur vēter to come in her p'n̄c. I haue so wandred the woodes & made so many a tree brāchles for ye search of this wagtaile as now beinge not able to wag any further, I am com vnto thy shrine sine she will not here me, to confes my greuos fault & offer sacrifice for ye sinne. If my oblacon be of force to moue thy spirit, to fore tell me I shall recour my La: bird againe who shalbe more bounde to thy holynes then thy poore shephard Willie? But if my offence haue not merite[d] such fauor as to say ye truth what can he deserue in ye sight of loue, who hath wilfully lost his wagtaile yet accept this sacrifice wch I bringe vnto thee. This viall wch I offer is a viall of teares wch I haue wept for my los wch eydew being but small in quantity because ye glas is but little & britel, may as a misticale relik be kept in thy temple to shew maidens should not greue to much for the los of so brikle athinge as is virgins maiden head. Holy father I haue cōfesse[d] all I attend thine absolution. Finis.


FINIS.