Evgenia Or Trve Nobilities Trance; For The Most Memorable Death, of The Thrice Noble And Religiovs; William Lord Rvssel, &c. Divided into foure Vigils of the Night. By Geo. Chapman |
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Vigiliæ Tertiæ.
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Vigiliæ Tertiæ.
Inductio.
By
this, the Babell of confused sounds,
(The clamorous game-giuen world) his monthlike wounds
Felt leaue their raging; The sweet Euen had dropt
Her silent Bala'ms in, and their gaping stopt.
Mineruas Birds, whoop't at him, as he drew
His many heads home. Sleepes wing'd Vshers flew
Off from their Flitches; and about Mens noses
Plaid buzz. The Beetle, that his whole life loses
In gathering Muck, still wallowing there, did raise
With his Irate wings, his most vnwieldie paise;
And, with his knellike humming, gaue the Dor
Of Death to Men, as all they labourd for.
The golden backt, and siluer-bellied Snaile
His moist Mines melted, creeping from his shell,
And made crook't Mazes of his glittering slime,
To shew in what paths, worldlings spend their time.
All these, The Euening only, make their morne,
And thus employ it, as mens mock-dayes borne.
(The clamorous game-giuen world) his monthlike wounds
Felt leaue their raging; The sweet Euen had dropt
Her silent Bala'ms in, and their gaping stopt.
Mineruas Birds, whoop't at him, as he drew
His many heads home. Sleepes wing'd Vshers flew
Off from their Flitches; and about Mens noses
Plaid buzz. The Beetle, that his whole life loses
In gathering Muck, still wallowing there, did raise
With his Irate wings, his most vnwieldie paise;
And, with his knellike humming, gaue the Dor
Of Death to Men, as all they labourd for.
The golden backt, and siluer-bellied Snaile
His moist Mines melted, creeping from his shell,
And made crook't Mazes of his glittering slime,
To shew in what paths, worldlings spend their time.
All these, The Euening only, make their morne,
And thus employ it, as mens mock-dayes borne.
Abroade then crept, the world-scar'd broode of Peace,
To greete Eugenia; whose Trance still did sease
Her griefe rackt Powrs, which since her loue did make
Iust ioy to her; Religion would not make.
To greete Eugenia; whose Trance still did sease
Her griefe rackt Powrs, which since her loue did make
Iust ioy to her; Religion would not make.
In midst of all her sable Chamber, lay
Eugenia corselike. The despisde of day,
(The Muses, Graces, Vertues, Poesie
But then arriu'd there) on the Pauement by
Sate round: Religion (as of that rich Ring
The precious stone) did th'ends together bring
Of their Celestiall circle: All so plac't,
As they her Armes were; And shee them embrac't.
All then, wisht Fame, to giue her Trump the rest,
(Euen to the deaths word) of the liuing blest.
Eugenia corselike. The despisde of day,
(The Muses, Graces, Vertues, Poesie
But then arriu'd there) on the Pauement by
Sate round: Religion (as of that rich Ring
The precious stone) did th'ends together bring
As they her Armes were; And shee them embrac't.
All then, wisht Fame, to giue her Trump the rest,
(Euen to the deaths word) of the liuing blest.
Fame (like the Lyon-frighting Bird, in chere
Proude to report parts, that so sacred were,)
Her Rosie Throte stretcht, and did thus extend
To his last motion, his proceeding end.
Proude to report parts, that so sacred were,)
Her Rosie Throte stretcht, and did thus extend
To his last motion, his proceeding end.
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