Thvle Or Vertues Historie. To the Honorable and vertuous Mistris Amy Avdely. By F. R. [i.e. Francis Rous] |
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Cant. 4
Diaphon and Pirrhydor in endles blowes
Batter the castles of their furious harts,
Brethren by birth, by deeds most cruell foes,
That bloody still torment each others parts,
While Algiger all mortifide in soule,
The worlds short pleasures deeply doth controule.
Batter the castles of their furious harts,
Brethren by birth, by deeds most cruell foes,
That bloody still torment each others parts,
While Algiger all mortifide in soule,
The worlds short pleasures deeply doth controule.
As when a firie brand that fiercely burnes,
Taken from Vulcans euer-breathing flame,
And in the water layd, each other turnes
Their force, their angry enemie to tame,
And while that either others might doth spurne,
From twixt them both a mightie ratling came:
At last when neither gets the vpper side,
The force of both in might away doth slide.
Taken from Vulcans euer-breathing flame,
And in the water layd, each other turnes
Their force, their angry enemie to tame,
And while that either others might doth spurne,
From twixt them both a mightie ratling came:
At last when neither gets the vpper side,
The force of both in might away doth slide.
Such is the flame which Discord doth incense,
That still it fights, and still it wasts away,
Still suffering losse, without a recompence,
With her owne subiect still she doth decay:
Still on her face she doth presume defence,
When still she meanes to get a spoyled pray,
The filthie rust that in our soule doth creepe,
And with her griping teeth still gnaweth deepe.
That still it fights, and still it wasts away,
Still suffering losse, without a recompence,
With her owne subiect still she doth decay:
Still on her face she doth presume defence,
When still she meanes to get a spoyled pray,
The filthie rust that in our soule doth creepe,
And with her griping teeth still gnaweth deepe.
Thus doe these brethren wast each others might,
Hewing their armour with down-thundring blowes:
The burning fire neuer wanteth light,
Which discord with her enuious bellowes blowes;
Her bellowes to her seruants likned right,
Whereof one swels when downe his mate he throwes:
Such is the state of any enuious minde,
That by anothers fall his seat doth finde.
Hewing their armour with down-thundring blowes:
The burning fire neuer wanteth light,
Which discord with her enuious bellowes blowes;
Her bellowes to her seruants likned right,
Whereof one swels when downe his mate he throwes:
Such is the state of any enuious minde,
That by anothers fall his seat doth finde.
But now the mightiest fit that euer mou'd
A warring soule to furie and to rage,
Their concord with new quarels hath reprou'd,
Whose force no hope there is ere to asswage:
If euer least degree they faining lou'd,
Their loue shall neuer see that infant-age,
Madnes hath blowen vp their swelling harts,
Whose tumour neuer from his seate departs.
A warring soule to furie and to rage,
Their concord with new quarels hath reprou'd,
Whose force no hope there is ere to asswage:
If euer least degree they faining lou'd,
Their loue shall neuer see that infant-age,
Madnes hath blowen vp their swelling harts,
Whose tumour neuer from his seate departs.
For while they trauaild on a pleasant plaine,
They saw a little mount, that with his head
A prospect made vpon the smiling maine:
No bushie tree his beautie shadowed,
But open his faire flowrie top hath laine:
And to this hill a path directly led,
Whither these warring brethren take their way,
Willing to see what nouelties there lay.
They saw a little mount, that with his head
A prospect made vpon the smiling maine:
No bushie tree his beautie shadowed,
But open his faire flowrie top hath laine:
And to this hill a path directly led,
Whither these warring brethren take their way,
Willing to see what nouelties there lay.
Streight to their eares the sweetest harmonie
Doth blow, that euer sweet to eare can blow,
Whose force like fire could melt black crueltie,
And make it quickly gentle mercie know:
From out that little hill it soft doth flie,
As if Apollo all his art would show:
A little death it is, which vp doth send
Our soules to heauen, before we make our end.
Doth blow, that euer sweet to eare can blow,
Whose force like fire could melt black crueltie,
And make it quickly gentle mercie know:
From out that little hill it soft doth flie,
As if Apollo all his art would show:
A little death it is, which vp doth send
Our soules to heauen, before we make our end.
O cease those murdring strokes what ere thou be,
My soule will flie from hence vnto thy cell,
And all in loue with this will banish me;
Sweet hony issuing from a siluer well,
Which giu'st a surfet, not sacietie:
O doe no more such pleasing murmurs tell,
But leaue my virgin-thoughts without annoy,
Which thou wilt rauish with too great a ioy.
My soule will flie from hence vnto thy cell,
And all in loue with this will banish me;
Sweet hony issuing from a siluer well,
Which giu'st a surfet, not sacietie:
O doe no more such pleasing murmurs tell,
But leaue my virgin-thoughts without annoy,
Which thou wilt rauish with too great a ioy.
When this enchanting noyse their eares doth kis,
They hating all what harmonie doth make,
With madnes almost burst, all turned is
To egging ire, and forth their swords they take,
And like mad bedlams when their wit's amis,
Into an open fight most fierce they brake,
Where we will leaue them there to learne some wit,
No other schoole then this can be more fit.
They hating all what harmonie doth make,
With madnes almost burst, all turned is
To egging ire, and forth their swords they take,
And like mad bedlams when their wit's amis,
Into an open fight most fierce they brake,
Where we will leaue them there to learne some wit,
No other schoole then this can be more fit.
But now perchance this seemeth truth to passe,
That from the earth such heauenly tunes ascend:
But thus the Chronicles report it was,
That long agoe within this land did wend
A Mathematick, that did work with brasse,
And other things which to his art did tend,
So skilfull that no sound on earth deuisde
Hath been, but he hath highly equalizde.
That from the earth such heauenly tunes ascend:
But thus the Chronicles report it was,
That long agoe within this land did wend
A Mathematick, that did work with brasse,
And other things which to his art did tend,
So skilfull that no sound on earth deuisde
Hath been, but he hath highly equalizde.
And here within the earth he built a cell,
Where he will try the vtmost of his art,
And hath by labour now conioyned well,
Each mouing member and each sounding part,
When with a running streame that thither fell,
To each he doth a motion impart:
Which all conioynd do frame a Musick sound,
Whose forciue might can stony hearts confound.
Where he will try the vtmost of his art,
And hath by labour now conioyned well,
Each mouing member and each sounding part,
When with a running streame that thither fell,
To each he doth a motion impart:
Which all conioynd do frame a Musick sound,
Whose forciue might can stony hearts confound.
Now Death his seruant Sicknes forth hath sent,
Who with his dooming mace doth him arrest,
And well he knowes his bow so long ly'ne bent,
For euer in his vigour may not least:
Therefore vnto this vaulted cell he went,
Where minding to set vp his latest rest,
He closely shuts the caues fast ceeled dore,
VVhich entrance may forbid to any more.
Who with his dooming mace doth him arrest,
And well he knowes his bow so long ly'ne bent,
For euer in his vigour may not least:
Therefore vnto this vaulted cell he went,
Where minding to set vp his latest rest,
He closely shuts the caues fast ceeled dore,
VVhich entrance may forbid to any more.
And now his engines he in worke doth set,
Which sent foorth dulcet tunes to chant the eare,
While he to Nature payes his common debt,
And to the world did neuer more appeare:
Therefore some thought that in this cabinet,
Immortall he all ages did outweare:
Some superstitious thought he was diuine,
And offred sacrifice vnto his shrine.
Which sent foorth dulcet tunes to chant the eare,
While he to Nature payes his common debt,
And to the world did neuer more appeare:
Therefore some thought that in this cabinet,
Immortall he all ages did outweare:
Some superstitious thought he was diuine,
And offred sacrifice vnto his shrine.
But he is dead (wo that such worth should die)
And darknes triumphs ore his rotten masse:
But his bright fame shall on her pineons flie,
As long as light from Eos doores shall passe:
Nor euer may that base obscuritie,
Blot from mens thoughts that such an Artist was:
Obliuion all thy teeth may nere deuoure,
His famousde names still ouer-liuing powre.
And darknes triumphs ore his rotten masse:
But his bright fame shall on her pineons flie,
As long as light from Eos doores shall passe:
Nor euer may that base obscuritie,
Blot from mens thoughts that such an Artist was:
Obliuion all thy teeth may nere deuoure,
His famousde names still ouer-liuing powre.
But here the musick and these fighting mates
I now must leaue, where with vnweldie blowes
And mightie thunderclaps each other bates:
So angrie Neptune foorth the surges throwes,
When Æolus hath loosd his windy gates,
And so against a rock the billow goes,
As doe the lightnings of black enuies heat,
With slicing dints their rocky armour beat.
I now must leaue, where with vnweldie blowes
And mightie thunderclaps each other bates:
So angrie Neptune foorth the surges throwes,
When Æolus hath loosd his windy gates,
And so against a rock the billow goes,
As doe the lightnings of black enuies heat,
With slicing dints their rocky armour beat.
But let me see where Algiger is gone,
That erst was wounded deepe in cureles hart;
Looke yond I see him where he walks alone,
Still yelling with the horror of my smart:
Sometimes to heauen he darts a heauy grone,
Then to the earth he doth a sigh impart,
While with the teares downe rouling on his skin,
He wash'th his face without, not wo within.
That erst was wounded deepe in cureles hart;
Looke yond I see him where he walks alone,
Still yelling with the horror of my smart:
Sometimes to heauen he darts a heauy grone,
Then to the earth he doth a sigh impart,
While with the teares downe rouling on his skin,
He wash'th his face without, not wo within.
Not long he trauaild till a mournfull sound,
Sadly doth beat his sadder seated eare,
VVhen ô he cryes, and is there on the ground,
That can with me such part of sorrow beare,
Thrise happie I that such a mate haue sound,
VVose soule woes mourning gowne alike doth weare,
Sweet sorrow which my fainting breast dost feed,
And with new cause of griefe new ioy doth breed.
Sadly doth beat his sadder seated eare,
VVhen ô he cryes, and is there on the ground,
That can with me such part of sorrow beare,
Thrise happie I that such a mate haue sound,
VVose soule woes mourning gowne alike doth weare,
Sweet sorrow which my fainting breast dost feed,
And with new cause of griefe new ioy doth breed.
Further he comes, when soone he sees a cell,
A little clowdie cell scarse taking light,
In which one only wofull wight did dwell,
That in the mortall world did not delight,
But still with teares vnto his prayers fell,
Mourning full deeply what he did not right,
And still perswades his care-encompast minde,
That on the earth it could no pleasure finde.
A little clowdie cell scarse taking light,
In which one only wofull wight did dwell,
That in the mortall world did not delight,
But still with teares vnto his prayers fell,
Mourning full deeply what he did not right,
And still perswades his care-encompast minde,
That on the earth it could no pleasure finde.
True, true (quoth Algiger) no ioy there is,
That may delight the burdned soule of man:
Sorrow doth streightest leade the minde to blisse,
VVhence perfect ioy and happines began.
VVherefore good Sire (and if I speak not misse)
Since I so rightly haue this fortune wan,
Let vs together here vnknowen goe,
Telling each other of vncured woe.
That may delight the burdned soule of man:
Sorrow doth streightest leade the minde to blisse,
VVhence perfect ioy and happines began.
VVherefore good Sire (and if I speak not misse)
Since I so rightly haue this fortune wan,
Let vs together here vnknowen goe,
Telling each other of vncured woe.
Let vs perswade the wandring passenger
VVith morall precepts mortifying the minde,
In sunder all his former ioyes to teare,
And bid him mourne for that his soule hath find,
Telling him neuer can his faults be cleare,
Vnles his former thred he doe vn winde,
VVhich leades vnto the labyrinth of hell,
VVhere nere returning ghosts downe damned fell.
VVith morall precepts mortifying the minde,
In sunder all his former ioyes to teare,
And bid him mourne for that his soule hath find,
Telling him neuer can his faults be cleare,
Vnles his former thred he doe vn winde,
VVhich leades vnto the labyrinth of hell,
VVhere nere returning ghosts downe damned fell.
Agreed (quoth he) and these clowdes of mine eyes
Shall from their vaults in fertill showers fall,
To fructuate the earth that barren lyes,
Those earthly soules I meane, to grace to call,
That life is fullest farre of miseries,
VVhom sharpest miserie doth neuer gall:
For pleasure seemes some solace forth to bring,
But deadly it doth pearce with Scorpion sting.
Shall from their vaults in fertill showers fall,
To fructuate the earth that barren lyes,
Those earthly soules I meane, to grace to call,
That life is fullest farre of miseries,
VVhom sharpest miserie doth neuer gall:
For pleasure seemes some solace forth to bring,
But deadly it doth pearce with Scorpion sting.
Thus they conioynd begin to ambulate,
And when they meet a wandring pilgrim-wight,
Then doe they tell mans miserable state,
How pleasures light is but a blackest night,
How nothing that we doe can quench the hate,
VVhich heauenly powres doe beare, but in despight
Of earth and what the chained hurt may draw,
Make to our lawles hearts a new-found law.
And when they meet a wandring pilgrim-wight,
Then doe they tell mans miserable state,
How pleasures light is but a blackest night,
How nothing that we doe can quench the hate,
VVhich heauenly powres doe beare, but in despight
Of earth and what the chained hurt may draw,
Make to our lawles hearts a new-found law.
Plunge deepe in teares to wash thy spotted skin,
In Iordans waters seuen times thee clense,
To purge the leprosie that lyes within:
Let sighs still offer vp a sweet incense,
And where with foule contagion of sin,
Those filthie fumes haue wrought the soules offence:
There let that heauenly sacrifice repaire,
And make the rinced soule twice brighter faire.
In Iordans waters seuen times thee clense,
To purge the leprosie that lyes within:
Let sighs still offer vp a sweet incense,
And where with foule contagion of sin,
Those filthie fumes haue wrought the soules offence:
There let that heauenly sacrifice repaire,
And make the rinced soule twice brighter faire.
Contemne the world, where nought but griefe is found,
VVhere sighs the ayre, and sorrow is the food,
Eternall teares the drinke, and howles the sound,
VVhose gastly notes we heare, while dropping blood
Makes seas of woe within our heart abound,
And discontent the fire, our selues the wood:
From whose great flames black vapours doe arise,
VVhich turnd to clowds doe raine downe from our eyes.
VVhere sighs the ayre, and sorrow is the food,
Eternall teares the drinke, and howles the sound,
VVhose gastly notes we heare, while dropping blood
Makes seas of woe within our heart abound,
And discontent the fire, our selues the wood:
From whose great flames black vapours doe arise,
VVhich turnd to clowds doe raine downe from our eyes.
But lie below where neuer tempest blowes,
Seeke out some narrow place where thou maist weepe,
VVhere solitarines inuested goes:
On day remember griefe, in silent sleepe
Dreame of thy faults, and those deserued woes,
VVhich in a prison doe thy sad thoughts keepe:
No thunder may thy cottage ouerturne,
Nor thus bedewd with teares can lightning burne.
Seeke out some narrow place where thou maist weepe,
VVhere solitarines inuested goes:
On day remember griefe, in silent sleepe
Dreame of thy faults, and those deserued woes,
VVhich in a prison doe thy sad thoughts keepe:
No thunder may thy cottage ouerturne,
Nor thus bedewd with teares can lightning burne.
VVhile mightie Cedars feele the tempests wrack,
Each little shame as winters timeles frost,
Makes them all bare, and doth vncloth their back,
VVhile they below smile at their garments lost,
Each of their faults and each vnlawfull act
Is seene to all, and they are learned most,
VVhich in these great mens crimes a lesson reede,
And tell their fellowes any lawles deede.
Each little shame as winters timeles frost,
Makes them all bare, and doth vncloth their back,
VVhile they below smile at their garments lost,
Each of their faults and each vnlawfull act
Is seene to all, and they are learned most,
VVhich in these great mens crimes a lesson reede,
And tell their fellowes any lawles deede.
VVhile we in silence passe our silent dayes,
No ill on earth nor sorrow after death,
VVe feare not enuious tongues, nor black disprayse,
VVhile they (though soothed in this liuely breath)
After their time are punisht many wayes,
Each swelling heart his hate vnburdeneth,
And wisheth that the earth may heauy lie,
And presse them deeply with her grauitie.
No ill on earth nor sorrow after death,
VVe feare not enuious tongues, nor black disprayse,
VVhile they (though soothed in this liuely breath)
After their time are punisht many wayes,
Each swelling heart his hate vnburdeneth,
And wisheth that the earth may heauy lie,
And presse them deeply with her grauitie.
Thus passing foorth a rufull sight they view,
VVhere many hung vpon a crossing tree:
O these (quoth they) no more earths woe shall rew,
Thrise happie easde of mortall miserie:
VVe haue a mightie Ocean yet anew,
Through which our tossed ships to port must flie,
Brought to the summe of great felicitie.
VVhere many hung vpon a crossing tree:
O these (quoth they) no more earths woe shall rew,
Thrise happie easde of mortall miserie:
VVe haue a mightie Ocean yet anew,
Through which our tossed ships to port must flie,
Brought to the summe of great felicitie.
Further they goe when comes a down-cast wight,
VVhose face the Sunne had dide with sunnie black:
O friends (quoth he) and can you take delight
On earth, while heau'ns great pleasures you doe lack?
Come, come each man breath vp his ending spright,
Before foule sin it driue to deadly wrack:
Send vp to heauen a soule, ere sin it get,
Intangled in his nere-dissolued net.
VVhose face the Sunne had dide with sunnie black:
O friends (quoth he) and can you take delight
On earth, while heau'ns great pleasures you doe lack?
Come, come each man breath vp his ending spright,
Before foule sin it driue to deadly wrack:
Send vp to heauen a soule, ere sin it get,
Intangled in his nere-dissolued net.
O cease (quoth they) to make an ouerflow
Ouer the bounds of our ny-drowned mindes:
This worlds vncertaintie we well doe know,
VVho so seekes ought, nought but despayre he findes,
And these our earthly bodies sinking low,
In mancipate of shame our soules doe binde:
Our Sunne with clowds is darkned in the rise,
The noone is black, but brightest when he dyes.
Ouer the bounds of our ny-drowned mindes:
This worlds vncertaintie we well doe know,
VVho so seekes ought, nought but despayre he findes,
And these our earthly bodies sinking low,
In mancipate of shame our soules doe binde:
Our Sunne with clowds is darkned in the rise,
The noone is black, but brightest when he dyes.
Since then the fates our meeting thus ordaind,
Let vs not seeke to teach what each doth see:
But let him happiest be most soules that gaind,
Franchising them to immortalitie:
Here will we tell how that the soule is paind,
Laden with earthly things, not euer free,
Before the bodies seruice they reiect,
And here we'le counsell them to that effect.
Let vs not seeke to teach what each doth see:
But let him happiest be most soules that gaind,
Franchising them to immortalitie:
Here will we tell how that the soule is paind,
Laden with earthly things, not euer free,
Before the bodies seruice they reiect,
And here we'le counsell them to that effect.
Agreed, they fram'd full many a wooden crosse,
And digd vp pooles and many other wayes,
VVhen they perswade them to this gaining losse,
The worlds losse gaine, which gaine our soule imbayes
In happy rest where neuer tempests tosse:
But sweet content our soules in quiet layes,
VVhere Æol dares not foorth his seruants send,
VVhere ending wo, woes heire doth neuer end.
And digd vp pooles and many other wayes,
VVhen they perswade them to this gaining losse,
The worlds losse gaine, which gaine our soule imbayes
In happy rest where neuer tempests tosse:
But sweet content our soules in quiet layes,
VVhere Æol dares not foorth his seruants send,
VVhere ending wo, woes heire doth neuer end.
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