_Satyre._ O neuer aske, how I came to this place, What cannot strong necessity finde out? Rather bemoane my miserable case, Constrain'd to wander this wide world about: With wild _Silvanus_ and his woody crue, In Forrests I, at liberty and free, Liu'd in such pleasure as the world ne'r knew, Nor any rightly can conceiue but we. 60 This iocond life we many a day enioy'd, Till this last age, those beastly men forth brought, That all those great and goodly Woods destroy'd. Whose growth their Grandsyres, with such sufferance sought, That faire _Felicia_ which was but of late, Earth's Paradice, that neuer had her Peere, Stands now in that most lamentable state, That not a Siluan will inhabit there; Where in the soft and most delicious shade, In heat of Summer we were wont to play, 70 When the long day too short for vs we made, The slyding houres so slyly stole away; By _Cynthia's_ light, and on the pleasant Lawne, The wanton Fayry we were wont to chase, Which to the nimble clouen-footed Fawne, Vpon the plaine durst boldly bid the base. The sportiue Nimphes, with shouts and laughter shooke The Hils and Valleyes in their wanton play, Waking the Ecchoes, their last words that tooke, Till at the last, they lowder were then they. 80 The lofty hie Wood, and the lower spring, Sheltring the Deare, in many a suddaine shower; Where Quires of Birds, oft wonted were to sing, The flaming Furnace wholly doth deuoure; Once faire _Felicia_, but now quite defac'd, Those Braueries gone wherein she did abound, With dainty Groues, when she was highly grac'd With goodly Oake, Ashe, Elme, and Beeches croun'd: But that from heauen their iudgement blinded is, In humane Reason it could neuer be, 90 But that they might haue cleerly seene by this, Those plagues their next posterity shall see. The little Infant on the mothers Lap For want of fire shall be so sore distrest, That whilst it drawes the lanke and empty Pap, The tender lips shall freese vnto the breast; The quaking Cattle which their Warmstall want, And with bleake winters Northerne winde opprest, Their Browse and Stouer waxing thin and scant, The hungry Groues shall with their Caryon feast. 100 Men wanting Timber wherewith they should build, And not a Forrest in _Felicia_ found, Shall be enforc'd vpon the open Field, To dig them caues for houses in the ground: The Land thus rob'd, of all her rich Attyre, Naked and bare her selfe to heauen doth show, Begging from thence that _Iove_ would dart his fire Vpon those wretches that disrob'd her so; This beastly Brood by no meanes may abide The name of their braue Ancestors to heare, 110