Du Bartas His Divine Weekes And Workes with A Compleate Collectio[n] of all the other most delight-full Workes: Translated and written by yt famous Philomusus: Iosvah Sylvester |
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 | Du Bartas |  |
Canst Thou hale vp the huge Leviathan,
With hook and line amid the Ocean?
Canst Thou his tongue with steely Crotchets thrill;
Or with a Thorn his snuffing Nose, or Guill?
Will He come sue, by Supplications, to-thee?
Will He with smooth and soothing Speeches woo-thee?
Will He by Covenant, serue thee, at thy beck;
Or, be thy slaue, for ever at thy Check?
Wilt Thou with Him, as with a Sparrow, play;
And giue him, ty'd, vnto thy Girles, away?
Shall Fisher-men of Him a Feast prepare?
Shall They his flesh among the Marchants share?
Canst Thou his skin with barbed pheons pearce?
Or plant his Head with groues of Otter-spears?
With hook and line amid the Ocean?
Canst Thou his tongue with steely Crotchets thrill;
Or with a Thorn his snuffing Nose, or Guill?
Will He come sue, by Supplications, to-thee?
Will He with smooth and soothing Speeches woo-thee?
Will He by Covenant, serue thee, at thy beck;
Or, be thy slaue, for ever at thy Check?
Wilt Thou with Him, as with a Sparrow, play;
And giue him, ty'd, vnto thy Girles, away?
Shall Fisher-men of Him a Feast prepare?
Shall They his flesh among the Marchants share?
Canst Thou his skin with barbed pheons pearce?
Or plant his Head with groues of Otter-spears?
Lay hold on Him: set on him: but, before
Think on the Battell, and come there no more.
For, 'tis so farre from hope of Victory,
That even His sight would rather make thee fly.
There's none so fierce that dares Him rouze or hunt.
Think on the Battell, and come there no more.
For, 'tis so farre from hope of Victory,
That even His sight would rather make thee fly.
There's none so fierce that dares Him rouze or hunt.
[Then, Who shall safely Me my Selfe affront?
Who hath prevented Me? To Whom haue I
Been first beholding for a Curtesie,
Or bound at all for any Benefit
Bestow'd on Me, that I should guerdon it?
Why? is not All Earths ample arms confine,
All vnder Heav'n, All in the Ocean, Mine?
Who hath prevented Me? To Whom haue I
Been first beholding for a Curtesie,
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Bestow'd on Me, that I should guerdon it?
Why? is not All Earths ample arms confine,
All vnder Heav'n, All in the Ocean, Mine?
I will not hide his Parts and Properties;
Neither his Strength, nor seemly Symmetries.
Who shall vnhood him? Who with double Rain
Shall bridle him, with Snaffle, Trench, or Chain?
Or put the Bit between his Iawes (his Portall)
Impal'd with Terror of his Teeth so mortall?
His Shield-like Scales, he chiefly glories in,
So close compact, glew'd, sealed; that, between,
No Aire can enter, nor no Engin pearce,
Nor any Point dis-ioyne them or disperse.
Neither his Strength, nor seemly Symmetries.
Who shall vnhood him? Who with double Rain
Shall bridle him, with Snaffle, Trench, or Chain?
Or put the Bit between his Iawes (his Portall)
Impal'd with Terror of his Teeth so mortall?
His Shield-like Scales, he chiefly glories in,
So close compact, glew'd, sealed; that, between,
No Aire can enter, nor no Engin pearce,
Nor any Point dis-ioyne them or disperse.
His Sneesings cause a Light, as brightly burning;
His Eyes are like the Eye-lids of the Morning;
Out of his Mouth flowe blazing Lamps, and flie
Quick Sparks of Fire, ascending swift and hie:
Out of his Nostrils, Smoak, as from a Pot,
Kettle or Caldron when it boyleth hot:
His Breath doth kindle Coals, when with the same
He whirleth-out a Storm of Fume and Flame:
Strength dwelleth in his Neck; so that he ioyes
In saddest Storms, and triumphs of Annoyes:
His Flakes of Flesh are solid to his Bone;
His Heart's as hard as Wind-mils neather-stone.
His Eyes are like the Eye-lids of the Morning;
Out of his Mouth flowe blazing Lamps, and flie
Quick Sparks of Fire, ascending swift and hie:
Out of his Nostrils, Smoak, as from a Pot,
Kettle or Caldron when it boyleth hot:
His Breath doth kindle Coals, when with the same
He whirleth-out a Storm of Fume and Flame:
Strength dwelleth in his Neck; so that he ioyes
In saddest Storms, and triumphs of Annoyes:
His Flakes of Flesh are solid to his Bone;
His Heart's as hard as Wind-mils neather-stone.
To see Him rise, and how he breaks withall;
The stoutest stoop, and to their Prayers fall.
No Weapons of Defence, or of Offence,
Can Him offend, or from Him be Defence:
Iron and Brasse He waighes as Sticks and Straw:
Sling-stones and Arrowes Him do never aw:
Darts daunt Him not, more then they Stubble were:
He laugheth at the shaking of a Speare:
Sharp ragged Stones, Keen-poynted Sherds and Shels,
He resteth on, amid his muddy Cels.
He makes the deep Sea like a Pot to boyl,
A Pot of Oyntment (casting scummy Soyl):
Where He hath past, he leaues vpon the streams
A shining Path, and th'Ocean hoary seems.
The stoutest stoop, and to their Prayers fall.
No Weapons of Defence, or of Offence,
Can Him offend, or from Him be Defence:
Iron and Brasse He waighes as Sticks and Straw:
Sling-stones and Arrowes Him do never aw:
Darts daunt Him not, more then they Stubble were:
He laugheth at the shaking of a Speare:
Sharp ragged Stones, Keen-poynted Sherds and Shels,
He resteth on, amid his muddy Cels.
He makes the deep Sea like a Pot to boyl,
A Pot of Oyntment (casting scummy Soyl):
Where He hath past, he leaues vpon the streams
A shining Path, and th'Ocean hoary seems.
In Earth is Nothing like Him to be seen;
So Fear-less made, so full of hawty Spleen;
Despising all high things, Him-selfe beside.
He is the King of all the Sons of Pride.
So Fear-less made, so full of hawty Spleen;
Despising all high things, Him-selfe beside.
He is the King of all the Sons of Pride.
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