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Commendatory poems

Davies, John (1565?-1618)

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VOL. II.
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Commendatory Poems.
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I.—Rowland Vavghan.
  
A PANEGYRICKE,
  
Once more for a Farewell.
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II.—Richard Peeke.
  
Certaine Verses, Written by a Friend, in Comendations of the Author Richard Peeke.
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III.—William Parry.
  
I. D. of Hereford in praise of William Parry Gentleman.
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IV.—Josua Sylvester.
  
In praise of the Translator.
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V.—John Melton.
  
In due praise of the Author.
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VI.—Thomas Decker.
  
To the Author.
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VII.—John Gwillim.
  
To my deseruedly beloued and worthy Friend and Countriman Mr. Iohn Gwillim, touching his display of the Honourable Art of ARMORY.
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VIII.—John Taylor, the Water-Poet.
  
In laudem Authoris.
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IX.—John Speed.
  
To the right well deseruing Mr. Iohn Speed, the Author of this Worke.
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X.—Thomas Ravenscroft.
  
In the most iust praise of Musicke, this praise-worthy Worke, and my deare, vertuous and right expert friend, the most iudicious Author.
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XI.—Captain John Smith.
  
In the deserued Honour of the Author, Captaine Iohn Smith, and his Worke.
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XII.—Queen Elizabeth.
  
[Lo here her Type who was of late, the Propp]
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XIII.—Captain John Smith.
  
[These are the Lines that shew thy Face; but those]
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Additions to Commendatory Poems.
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I.—THOMAS CORYAT: 1611.
  
In the lowd, alowd, or well deserued renowne of our Britaine-Vlysses: his present worke, together with a description of the particulars of the Vinet, Title-page, or Frontispiece.
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II.—JOSHUA SYLVESTER.
  
OF THE WORK, AUTHOUR, AND TRANSLATOR.

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I. D. of Hereford in praise of William Parry Gentleman.

To creepe like ants about this earthie round
And not to gather with the ant, is vaine;
Some finde out countries which were neuer found,
Yet scarcely get their labour for their paine:
Whereby I gather, there they gather not,
But rather scatter. Better lost than found
Were all such countries. Will, such is thy lot,
Thou hast lost ground to finde out other ground;
Yet thou hast found much more than thou couldst lose;
Though thou couldst lose more than the seas confine,
For thou hast found that none could finde but those
That seeke, as thou hast done, for Wisedome's eine,
And that's Experience nowhere to be seene,
But eu'ry where where thou (good Will) hast beene.
Tam Arte Quam Marte.
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