The Whole Works of William Browne of Tavistock ... Now first collected and edited, with a memoir of the poet, and notes, by W. Carew Hazlitt, of the Inner Temple |
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VIII. Paraphrases, &c.
[Tell me, Pyrrha, what fine youth]
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Tell me, Pyrrha, what fine youth,All pfum'd and crown'd with Roses,
To thy chamber thee pursu'th,
And thy wanton Arme incloses?
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What is he thou now hast got,Whose more long & golden Tresses
Into many a curious knott
Thy more curious fingers dresses?
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How much will he wayle his trust,And (forsooke) begin to wonder,
When black wyndos shall billowes thrust,
And breake all his hopes in sunder?
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Ficklenes of wyndes he knowsVery little that doth loue thee;
Miserable are all those,
That affect thee ere they proue thee.
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I as one from shipwrack freedTo the Oceans mighty Ranger,
Consecrate my dropping weed,
And in freedome thinke of danger.
THE HAPPY LIFE.
O blessed man! who, homely bredd,
In lowly Cell can passe his dayes,
Feeding on his well gotten bread;
And hath his Gods, not others wayes.
In lowly Cell can passe his dayes,
Feeding on his well gotten bread;
And hath his Gods, not others wayes.
That doth into a prayer wake,
And Riseing (not to bribes or bands)
The powre that doth him happy make,
Hath both his knees, as well as hands.
And Riseing (not to bribes or bands)
The powre that doth him happy make,
Hath both his knees, as well as hands.
His Threshold he doth not forsake,
Or for the Cittyes Cates, or Trymme;
His plough, his flock, his Sythe, and Rake,
Doe physicke, Clothe, and nourish him.
Or for the Cittyes Cates, or Trymme;
His plough, his flock, his Sythe, and Rake,
Doe physicke, Clothe, and nourish him.
By some sweet streame, cleere as his thought,
He seates him wth his Booke & lyne;
And though his hand haue nothing caught,
His mynde hath wherevpon to dyne:
He seates him wth his Booke & lyne;
And though his hand haue nothing caught,
His mynde hath wherevpon to dyne:
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He hath a Table furnisht strong,
To Feast a friend, no flattering Snare,
And hath a iudgment & a Tongue,
That know to wellcome & beware.
To Feast a friend, no flattering Snare,
And hath a iudgment & a Tongue,
That know to wellcome & beware.
His afternoone spent as the prime
Inviting where he mirthfull supps;
Labour, & seasonable time,
Brings him to bedd & not his cupps.
Inviting where he mirthfull supps;
Labour, & seasonable time,
Brings him to bedd & not his cupps.
Yet, ere he take him to his rest,
For this & for their last repayre,
He, with his houshold meek addrest,
Offer their sacrifice of prayer.
For this & for their last repayre,
He, with his houshold meek addrest,
Offer their sacrifice of prayer.
If then a louing wife he meets,
Such as A Good Man should lye by;
Blest Eden is, betwixt these sheets.
Thus would I liue, thus Would I Dye.
Such as A Good Man should lye by;
Blest Eden is, betwixt these sheets.
Thus would I liue, thus Would I Dye.
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IN URBEM ROMAM QUALIS EST HODIE.
[THE TRANSLATION.]
Thou, who to looke for Rome, to Rome art come,And in ye midst of Rome find'st nought of Rome;
Behold her heapes of walls, her structures rent,
Her theatres orewhelm'd, of vast extent;
Those nowe are Rome. See how those Ruynes frowne,
And speak the threats yet of so braue a town.
By Rome (as once the world) is Rome orecome,
Least ought on Earth should not be quelld by Rome:
Now conqu'ring Rome, doth conquerd Rome interre;
And she the vanquisht is, and vanquisher.
To shew vs where she stood, there rests alone
Tiber; yet that too hastens to be gone.
Learne hence what fortune can: Townes glyde away;
And Rivers, wch are still in motion, stay.
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