Philomythie or Philomythologie wherein Outlandish Birds, Beasts, and Fishes, are taught to speake true English plainely. By Tho: Scot ... The second edition much inlarged |
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A trayt'rous Slaue, his Master hauing slaine
Did sole Commander of the world remaine.
But whilst he slept; a chickin of that Cocke
Which Cephas check't when he denyde the rocke,
And forc't him to repent, to sigh, and weep,
Did with his voyce the murtherer wake from sleep,
And would not suffer him to rest in sin,
But he would rouse his conscience still within.
This Murtherer, a Cocke of kinde did get,
And him to kill this kinder Cocke did set,
Who soone perform'd the taske he tooke in hand:
For Chauntecleer would suffer, not withstand.
He watchfull was and tended his vocation,
To stirre vp others to their occupation:
He lou'd the pearle more then the barley corne;
To crow, and not to quarrell he was borne.
So he was slaine, and slaine by one of those
From whence thy proud succession strangely rose
Who hight Alectrion, and while-ere had bin
The Pandor vnto Mars and Venus sin,
And then (being Captaine of great Mars his guard),
Stood Sentinel, and kept both watch and ward,
For feare that Phœbus all discouering eye,
Should them vnwares at their stolne pleasure spie.
But ouert'ane with sleep, he did not wake
Till Vulcans net did both the lechers take;
For which the angry God (inrag'd and mad)
His sleeping souldier, all in feathers clad,
His sword turn'd spurres, himselfe a Cocke of kinde,
His armes and body changde, but not his minde;
That's bloody still, and too far prone to fight
Without respect of persons, cause, or right.
Else would he ne're haue been so mad to kill,
A harmeles Cocke, who had no thought of ill.
But him he falsely slew, and hauing slaine
Did for this murther, of a murtherer gaine
Too great preferment, to be set vp heere
In triumph t'ouersee all, farre and neere;
To be ador'de with vniuersall praise
And triple crownd with Oliue, Oake, and Bayes.
Did sole Commander of the world remaine.
But whilst he slept; a chickin of that Cocke
Which Cephas check't when he denyde the rocke,
Did with his voyce the murtherer wake from sleep,
And would not suffer him to rest in sin,
But he would rouse his conscience still within.
This Murtherer, a Cocke of kinde did get,
And him to kill this kinder Cocke did set,
Who soone perform'd the taske he tooke in hand:
For Chauntecleer would suffer, not withstand.
He watchfull was and tended his vocation,
To stirre vp others to their occupation:
He lou'd the pearle more then the barley corne;
To crow, and not to quarrell he was borne.
So he was slaine, and slaine by one of those
From whence thy proud succession strangely rose
Who hight Alectrion, and while-ere had bin
The Pandor vnto Mars and Venus sin,
And then (being Captaine of great Mars his guard),
Stood Sentinel, and kept both watch and ward,
For feare that Phœbus all discouering eye,
Should them vnwares at their stolne pleasure spie.
But ouert'ane with sleep, he did not wake
Till Vulcans net did both the lechers take;
For which the angry God (inrag'd and mad)
His sleeping souldier, all in feathers clad,
His sword turn'd spurres, himselfe a Cocke of kinde,
His armes and body changde, but not his minde;
That's bloody still, and too far prone to fight
Without respect of persons, cause, or right.
Else would he ne're haue been so mad to kill,
A harmeles Cocke, who had no thought of ill.
Did for this murther, of a murtherer gaine
Too great preferment, to be set vp heere
In triumph t'ouersee all, farre and neere;
To be ador'de with vniuersall praise
And triple crownd with Oliue, Oake, and Bayes.
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