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The seuenth Booke of the second Part of Diana of George of Montemayor.


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[Let the silence of the night]

Let the silence of the night
At my will her dutie showe:
Harken to me euery Wight,
Or be still, or speake but lowe:
Let no watching dog with spight
Barke at any to or fro,
Nor the Cocke (of Titan bright
The foreteller) once to crowe.
Let no prying goose excite
All the flocke to squeake a rowe:
Let the windes retaine their might,
Or a little while not blowe:
Whilst thy eare I doe inuite
On this ditty to beslowe.
In the which I will recite
Thy deserts, which euer growe:
Nor thy beauties so bedight,
Fairer then the rose or snowe.
Nor how with thy grace (of right)
Thou dost conquer others soe:
Nor thy vertues exquisite,
Which no wight deserues to knowe.
For into seas infinite
With small barke it were to goe,
And that labyrinth sans light,
Wherein Theseus they did throwe.
I not hauing in this plight
Threed as he (his guide from woe)
I will onely sing and write
How in happines I flowe,
That thy seruant I doe hight,
Praising Fortune and Loues bowe:
Thanking him, that so did smite:
She, bicause she was not slowe
In her throne my paines to quite:
Loue, for (like a friendly foe)
Wounding thee with golden flight:
And for shooting many moe
Into my soule, whose paines shal seeme but slight,
If with thy grace their woūds thou wilt requite.

342

[He that doth Fortune blame]

He that doth Fortune blame,
And of God Cupid speaketh ill.
Full little knowes he that his will
Is subiect to the same:
And that he doth procure his proper shame,
Held for a foole, and one of simple skill.
Who speakes he knowes not what,
Is thought to be a very Sot:
For good of them who speaketh not?
And I suspect that that
Same simple one, doth lay a formall plat
To be reputed for an idiot.
He knowes not Fortunes might,
Nor knowes the mightie God of Loue:
She rules beneath, and he aboue;
For she doth sit by right
Amongst the Goddesses with shining light;
And he amongst the Gods his might doth prooue.
The Boy I will omit,
Since that his great and mighty name
Giues him great praise and woorthy fame,
Being (who knowes not it)
The God of Loue, whose praise I will forgit,
To sing of Fortune that most noble dame.
The foole on Fortune railes,
Bicause she neuer doth repose,
The first and highest sphere, and those
Adioyning, neuer failes
In that, which all the world so much auailes,
I meane in motions which they neuer lose.

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In their perpetuall course.
Their essence and foundation lies,
And in their motions neuer dies:
Our life from them their source
Doth take, and vnto death should haue recourse,
And cease, if they should cease to mooue the skies.
They vse to paint her blinde,
Bicause the highest, and the lowe
She reares, and after downe doth throwe,
Respecting not the kinde
Of persons, nor the merits of the minde:
The King she doth not from the Collier knowe.
Fortune heerein they take
For a great Goddesse (and with right)
For Goddesses doe not requite
With partiall hand, and makes
No difference of persons for their sakes,
And partially doe neuer vse their might.
They call her also mad,
Bicause her works they doe not knowe,
Nor any path, where she doth goe,
But all her waies so bad:
That to exempt themselues they would be glad
From them, for feare of their ensuing woe.
But such are made indeede,
That make a reason so vnfit,
For when did euer humane wit
Knowe what the Gods decreed?
Or how they meant with power to proceede,
Or their intents? which men could neuer hit.
It fitteth not my song
To deigne to answere with direction
Men of such wit and small perfection:
That offer her such wrong;
For Fortune doth onely to those belong
That haue the vse of reason and election.
The Ancient otherwise
Did thinke, for they did make of her
A Goddesse, and they did not erre:
To whom sweete sacrifice,
And temples in her name they did deuise:
As in their bookes they doe no lesse auerre.

344

[All you that haue vnwoorthily complained]

All you that haue vnwoorthily complained
Of Loue, and Fortune, each a mighty powre:
On Time, that doth your sweete contents deuowre
Turne them: For more heereby is to be gained.
For time is false: For if content vnfained
It giueth thee, I passeth in an howre;
But still it staies if it begins to lowre.
It comes not wisht for, nor doth stay obtained:
Time hath no friend in any thing created,
For euery thing it wasteth and consumeth,
And doth not spare so much as any body &c.

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[It fitteth not my song]

It fitteth not my song
To deigne to answer with direction
Men of such wit and small perfection,
That offer her such wrong:
For Fortune doth onely to those belong
That haue the vse of reason and election.

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The end of the seuenth booke.