The nine Worthies of London Explayning the honourable exercise of Armes, the uertues of the valiant, and the memorable attempts of magnanimious minds. Pleasant for Gentlemen, not vnseemly for Magistrates, and most profitable for Prentises. Compiled by Richard Iohnson |
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Sir Hugh Caluerey knight.
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Sir Hugh Caluerey knight.
Who
feares to swim a riuer dreads the sea,
But he that's best resolu'd dare venture both,
The greatest lumpe doth not the greatest die,
Base mettals to compare with golde are loth:
And why my quiet wit refraines to speake,
Is this because the tallest ship may leake.
But he that's best resolu'd dare venture both,
The greatest lumpe doth not the greatest die,
Base mettals to compare with golde are loth:
And why my quiet wit refraines to speake,
Is this because the tallest ship may leake.
In England late yong Cauerley did liue,
Silke-weauers honour merited by deedes,
In forraine broyles continually I striue
Of lasting memorie to sow the seedes:
As by experience they in Poland may
Expresse my English valour euery way.
Silke-weauers honour merited by deedes,
In forraine broyles continually I striue
Of lasting memorie to sow the seedes:
As by experience they in Poland may
Expresse my English valour euery way.
After my Princes seruice done in France,
I was entreated to the Polish King,
Where as the Frizeland horse doth breake the launce,
And tamelesse beasts a valiant race doth bring:
There Maximilian hunted with his Lords,
Entangling mankind Beares in toyling cords.
I was entreated to the Polish King,
Where as the Frizeland horse doth breake the launce,
And tamelesse beasts a valiant race doth bring:
There Maximilian hunted with his Lords,
Entangling mankind Beares in toyling cords.
There did I bring a Boare vnto the bay,
That spoyld the pleasant fields of Polonie,
And ere the morning parted with her gray
The foming beast as dead as clay did lie:
The Ladies cheekes lookt red with chearefull blood,
And I was much commended for that good.
That spoyld the pleasant fields of Polonie,
And ere the morning parted with her gray
The foming beast as dead as clay did lie:
The Ladies cheekes lookt red with chearefull blood,
And I was much commended for that good.
Some sayd I looked like Olympian Ioue,
When as he crackt in two the Centaurs bow,
As swiftly footed as the God of Loue,
Or greene Syluanus when he chast the Roe:
They brought me crownes of Lawrell wreathd with gold,
The sweet and daintiest tongues my prayses told.
When as he crackt in two the Centaurs bow,
As swiftly footed as the God of Loue,
Or greene Syluanus when he chast the Roe:
They brought me crownes of Lawrell wreathd with gold,
The sweet and daintiest tongues my prayses told.
These fauours fronted me with courage frowne,
That like the yong Alcides I did looke,
When he did lay the greedie Lion downe.
No beast appeard when I the woodes forsooke,
So that the King supposd I was some wight,
Ordaind by heauen to expell their flight.
That like the yong Alcides I did looke,
When he did lay the greedie Lion downe.
No beast appeard when I the woodes forsooke,
So that the King supposd I was some wight,
Ordaind by heauen to expell their flight.
In scarlet and in purple was I clad,
And golden buskins put vpon my feete,
A casket of the richest pearles I had,
And euery Noble gently did me greete.
So with the King I rode vnto the court,
Where for to see me many did resort.
And golden buskins put vpon my feete,
A casket of the richest pearles I had,
And euery Noble gently did me greete.
So with the King I rode vnto the court,
Where for to see me many did resort.
At Iustes I euer was the formost man,
In field still forward, Fame can witnesse it,
And Cauerley at tilt yet neuer ran,
But foming Steed so champed on the bit:
But still my horse his masters valour shewd,
When through my Beavir I with heat had blood.
In field still forward, Fame can witnesse it,
And Cauerley at tilt yet neuer ran,
But foming Steed so champed on the bit:
But still my horse his masters valour shewd,
When through my Beavir I with heat had blood.
Yet men of armes, of wit, and greatest skill,
Must die at last when deaths pale sisters please,
But then for honour Fame remaineth still,
When dead delights in graue shall find their ease:
Ye long to know the truth in Fraunce I dide,
When from the valiant Polands I did ride.
Must die at last when deaths pale sisters please,
But then for honour Fame remaineth still,
When dead delights in graue shall find their ease:
Ye long to know the truth in Fraunce I dide,
When from the valiant Polands I did ride.
Now honour let me lay me downe againe,
And on thy pillow rest my wearie head,
My passed prayse commaunds my soule remaine,
Wheerin these rosie bowers, with sweet dew fed:
Though I was valiant, yet my guiltlesse blood,
In crueltie of warre I neuer stood.
And on thy pillow rest my wearie head,
Wheerin these rosie bowers, with sweet dew fed:
Though I was valiant, yet my guiltlesse blood,
In crueltie of warre I neuer stood.
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