Loves martyr or, Rosalins complaint. Allegorically shadowing the truth of Loue, in the constant Fate of the Phoenix and Turtle. A Poeme enterlaced with much varietie and raritie; now first translated out of the uenerable Italian Torquato Caeliano, by Robert Chester. With the true legend of famous King Arthur, the last of the nine Worthies, being the first Essay of a new British Poet: collected out of diuerse Authenticall Records. To these are added some new compositions, of seuerall moderne Writers whose names are subscribed to their seuerall workes, upon the first Subiect: viz. the Phoenix and Turtle |
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Mar: ------ Mutare dominum non potest liber notus.
TO THE HONORABLE, and (of me before all other)
honored Knight, Sir Iohn Salisburie,
one of the Esquires of the bodie to the Queenes most excellent
Maiestie, Robert Chester wisheth increase of vertue and honour.
The Authors request to the Phœnix.
Phœnix
of beautie, beauteous Bird of any
To thee I do entitle all my labour,
More precious in mine eye by far then many,
That feedst all earthly sences with thy sauour:
Accept my home-writ praises of thy loue,
And kind acceptance of thy Turtle-doue.
To thee I do entitle all my labour,
More precious in mine eye by far then many,
That feedst all earthly sences with thy sauour:
Accept my home-writ praises of thy loue,
And kind acceptance of thy Turtle-doue.
Some deepe-read Scholler fam'd for Poetrie,
Whose wit-inchanting verse deserueth fame,
Should sing of thy perfections passing beautie,
And eleuate thy famous worthy name:
Yet I the least, and meanest in degree,
Endeuoured haue to please in praising thee.
Whose wit-inchanting verse deserueth fame,
Should sing of thy perfections passing beautie,
And eleuate thy famous worthy name:
Yet I the least, and meanest in degree,
Endeuoured haue to please in praising thee.
R. Chester.
To the kind Reader.
Of
bloudy warres, nor of the sacke of Troy,
Of Pryams murdred sonnes, nor Didoes fall,
Of Hellens rape, by Paris Troian boy,
Of Cæsars victories, nor Pompeys thrall,
Of Lucrece rape, being rauisht by a King,
Of none of these, of sweete Conceit I sing.
Of Pryams murdred sonnes, nor Didoes fall,
Of Hellens rape, by Paris Troian boy,
Of Cæsars victories, nor Pompeys thrall,
Of Lucrece rape, being rauisht by a King,
Of none of these, of sweete Conceit I sing.
Then (gentle Reader) ouer-reade my Muse,
That armes herselfe to flie a lowly flight,
My vntun'd stringed verse do thou excuse,
That may perhaps accepted, yeeld delight:
I cannot clime in praises to the skie,
Least falling, I be drown'd with infamie.
That armes herselfe to flie a lowly flight,
My vntun'd stringed verse do thou excuse,
That may perhaps accepted, yeeld delight:
I cannot clime in praises to the skie,
Least falling, I be drown'd with infamie.
Mea mecum Porto.
R. Ch.
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ROSALINS COMPLAINT, METAPHORICALLY applied to Dame Nature at a Parliament held (in the high Star-chamber) by the Gods, for the preseruation and increase of Earths beauteous Phœnix.
A solemne day of meeting mongst the Gods,
And royall parliament there was ordained:
The heauenly Synod was at open ods,
And many harts with earthly wrongs were pained;
Some came to craue excuse, some to complaine
Of heauie burdend griefes they did sustaine.
And royall parliament there was ordained:
The heauenly Synod was at open ods,
And many harts with earthly wrongs were pained;
Some came to craue excuse, some to complaine
Of heauie burdend griefes they did sustaine.
Vesta she told, her Temple was defiled:
Iuno how that her nuptiall knot was broken;
Venus from her sonne Cupid was exiled:
And Pallas tree with ignorance was shoken:
Bellona rau'd at Lordlike cowardice,
And Cupid that fond Ladies were so nice.
Iuno how that her nuptiall knot was broken;
Venus from her sonne Cupid was exiled:
And Pallas tree with ignorance was shoken:
Bellona rau'd at Lordlike cowardice,
And Cupid that fond Ladies were so nice.
To this Assembly came Dame Nature weeping,
And with her handkercher through wet with teares,
She dried her rosie cheekes, made pale with sighing,
Hanging her wofull head, head full of feares:
And to Ioues selfe plac'd in a golden seate,
She kneeld her downe, and thus gan to intreate:
And with her handkercher through wet with teares,
She dried her rosie cheekes, made pale with sighing,
Hanging her wofull head, head full of feares:
And to Ioues selfe plac'd in a golden seate,
She kneeld her downe, and thus gan to intreate:
Thou mightie Imperator of the earth,
Thou euer-liuing Regent of the aire,
That to all creatures giu'st a liuely breath,
And thundrest wrath downe from thy firie chaire,
Behold thy handmaid, king of earthly kings,
That to thy gracious sight sad tidings brings.
Thou euer-liuing Regent of the aire,
That to all creatures giu'st a liuely breath,
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Behold thy handmaid, king of earthly kings,
That to thy gracious sight sad tidings brings.
One rare rich Phœnix of exceeding beautie,
One none-like Lillie in the earth I placed;
One faire Helena, to whom men owe dutie:
One countrey with a milke-white Doue I graced:
One and none such, since the wide world was found,
Hath euer Nature placed on the ground.
One none-like Lillie in the earth I placed;
One faire Helena, to whom men owe dutie:
One countrey with a milke-white Doue I graced:
One and none such, since the wide world was found,
Hath euer Nature placed on the ground.
Her head I framed of a heauenly map,
Wherein the seuenfold vertues were enclosed,
When great Apollo slept within my lap,
And in my bosome had his rest reposed,
I cut away his locks of purest gold,
And plac'd them on her head of earthly mould.
Wherein the seuenfold vertues were enclosed,
When great Apollo slept within my lap,
And in my bosome had his rest reposed,
I cut away his locks of purest gold,
And plac'd them on her head of earthly mould.
When the least whistling wind begins to sing,
And gently blowes her haire about her necke,
Like to a chime of bels it soft doth ring,
And with the pretie noise the wind doth checke,
Able to lull asleepe a pensiue hart,
That of the round worlds sorrowes beares a part.
And gently blowes her haire about her necke,
Like to a chime of bels it soft doth ring,
And with the pretie noise the wind doth checke,
Able to lull asleepe a pensiue hart,
That of the round worlds sorrowes beares a part.
Her forehead is a place for princely Ioue
To sit, and censure matters of import:
Wherein men reade the sweete conceipts of Loue,
To which hart-pained Louers do resort,
And in this Tablet find to cure the wound,
For which no salue or herbe was euer found.
To sit, and censure matters of import:
Wherein men reade the sweete conceipts of Loue,
To which hart-pained Louers do resort,
And in this Tablet find to cure the wound,
For which no salue or herbe was euer found.
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Vnder this mirrour, are her princely eyes:
Two Carbuncles, two rich imperiall lights;
That ore the day and night do soueraignize,
And their dimme tapers to their rest she frights:
Her eyes excell the Moone and glorious Sonne,
And when she riseth al their force is donne.
Two Carbuncles, two rich imperiall lights;
That ore the day and night do soueraignize,
And their dimme tapers to their rest she frights:
Her eyes excell the Moone and glorious Sonne,
And when she riseth al their force is donne.
Her morning-coloured cheekes, in which is plac'd,
A Lillie lying in a bed of Roses;
This part aboue all other I haue grac'd,
For in the blew veines you may reade sweet posies:
When she doth blush, the Heauens do wax red,
When she lookes pale, that heauenly Front is dead.
A Lillie lying in a bed of Roses;
This part aboue all other I haue grac'd,
For in the blew veines you may reade sweet posies:
When she doth blush, the Heauens do wax red,
When she lookes pale, that heauenly Front is dead.
Her chinne a litle litle pretie thing,
In which the sweet carnatian Gelli-flower,
Is round encompast in a christall ring,
And of that pretie Orbe doth beare a power:
No storme of Enuie can this glorie touch,
Though many should assay it ouermuch.
In which the sweet carnatian Gelli-flower,
Is round encompast in a christall ring,
And of that pretie Orbe doth beare a power:
No storme of Enuie can this glorie touch,
Though many should assay it ouermuch.
Her lippes two rubie Gates from whence doth spring,
Sweet honied deaw by an intangled kisse,
From forth these glories doth the Night-bird sing,
A Nightingale that no right notes will misse:
True learned Eloquence and Poetrie,
Do come betwene these dores of excellencie.
Sweet honied deaw by an intangled kisse,
From forth these glories doth the Night-bird sing,
A Nightingale that no right notes will misse:
True learned Eloquence and Poetrie,
Do come betwene these dores of excellencie.
Her teeth are hewed from rich crystal Rockes,
Or from the Indian pearle of much esteem,
These in a closet her deep counsell lockes,
And are as porters to so faire a Queene,
They taste the diet of the heau'nly traine,
Other base grossenesse they do still disdaine.
Or from the Indian pearle of much esteem,
These in a closet her deep counsell lockes,
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They taste the diet of the heau'nly traine,
Other base grossenesse they do still disdaine.
Her tongue the vtterer of all glorious things,
The siluer clapper of that golden bell,
That neuer soundeth but to mightie Kings,
And when she speakes, her speeches do excell:
He in a happie chaire himselfe doth place,
Whose name with her sweet tongue she means to grace.
The siluer clapper of that golden bell,
That neuer soundeth but to mightie Kings,
And when she speakes, her speeches do excell:
He in a happie chaire himselfe doth place,
Whose name with her sweet tongue she means to grace.
Her necke is Vestas siluer conduict pipe,
In which she powers perfect chastitie,
And of the muskie grapes in sommer ripe,
She makes a liquor of ratietie,
That dies this swanne-like piller to a white,
More glorious then the day with all his light.
In which she powers perfect chastitie,
And of the muskie grapes in sommer ripe,
She makes a liquor of ratietie,
That dies this swanne-like piller to a white,
More glorious then the day with all his light.
Her breasts two crystall orbes of whitest white,
Two little mounts from whence lifes comfort springs,
Betweene those hillockes Cupid doth delight
To sit and play, and in that valley sings:
Looking loue-babies in her wanton eyes,
That all grosse vapours thence doth chastesize.
Two little mounts from whence lifes comfort springs,
Betweene those hillockes Cupid doth delight
To sit and play, and in that valley sings:
Looking loue-babies in her wanton eyes,
That all grosse vapours thence doth chastesize.
Her armes are branches of that siluer tree,
That men surname the rich Hesperides,
A precious circling shew of modestie,
When she doth spread these glories happines:
Ten times ten thousand blessings he doth taste,
Whose circled armes shall cling about her waste.
That men surname the rich Hesperides,
A precious circling shew of modestie,
When she doth spread these glories happines:
Ten times ten thousand blessings he doth taste,
Whose circled armes shall cling about her waste.
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Her hands are fortunes palmes, where men may reade
His first houres destiny, or weale or woe,
When she this sky-like map abroad doth spreade,
Like pilgrimes many to this Saint do go,
And in her hand, white hand, they there do see
Loue lying in a bed of yuorie.
His first houres destiny, or weale or woe,
When she this sky-like map abroad doth spreade,
Like pilgrimes many to this Saint do go,
And in her hand, white hand, they there do see
Loue lying in a bed of yuorie.
Her fingers long and small do grace her hand;
For when she toucheth the sweete sounding Lute,
The wild vntamed beasts amaz'd do stand,
And carroll-chanting birds are sudden mute:
O fingers how you grace the siluer wires,
And in humanitie burne Venus fires!
For when she toucheth the sweete sounding Lute,
The wild vntamed beasts amaz'd do stand,
And carroll-chanting birds are sudden mute:
O fingers how you grace the siluer wires,
And in humanitie burne Venus fires!
Her bellie (ô grace incomprehensible)
Far whiter then the milke-white lillie flower,
O might Arabian Phœnix come inuisible,
And on this mountaine build a glorious bower,
Then Sunne and Moone as tapers to her bed,
Would light loues Lord to take her maidenhead.
Far whiter then the milke-white lillie flower,
O might Arabian Phœnix come inuisible,
And on this mountaine build a glorious bower,
Then Sunne and Moone as tapers to her bed,
Would light loues Lord to take her maidenhead.
Be still my thoughts, be silent all yea Muses,
Wit-flowing eloquence now grace my tongue:
Arise old Homer and make no excuses,
Of a rare peece of art must be my song,
Of more then most, and most of all beloued,
About the which Venus sweete doues haue houered.
Wit-flowing eloquence now grace my tongue:
Arise old Homer and make no excuses,
Of a rare peece of art must be my song,
Of more then most, and most of all beloued,
About the which Venus sweete doues haue houered.
There is a place in louely paradize,
From whence the golden Gehon ouerflowes,
A fountaine of such honorable prize,
That none the sacred, sacred vertues knowes,
Walled about, betok'ning sure defence,
With trees of life, to keepe bad errors thence.
From whence the golden Gehon ouerflowes,
A fountaine of such honorable prize,
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Walled about, betok'ning sure defence,
With trees of life, to keepe bad errors thence.
Her Thighs two pillers fairer far then faire,
Two vnderprops of that celestiall house,
That Mansion that is Iunos siluer chaire,
In which Ambrosia VENVS doth carouse,
And in her thighs the prety veines are running
Like Christall riuers from the maine streames flowing.
Two vnderprops of that celestiall house,
That Mansion that is Iunos siluer chaire,
In which Ambrosia VENVS doth carouse,
And in her thighs the prety veines are running
Like Christall riuers from the maine streames flowing.
Her Legges are made as graces to the rest,
So pretie, white, and so proportionate,
That leades her to loues royall sportiue nest,
Like to a light bright Angel in her gate:
For why no creature in the earth but she,
Is like an Angell, Angell let her be.
So pretie, white, and so proportionate,
That leades her to loues royall sportiue nest,
Like to a light bright Angel in her gate:
For why no creature in the earth but she,
Is like an Angell, Angell let her be.
Her Feete (now draw I to conclusion)
Are neat and litle to delight the eye,
No tearme in all humane inuention,
Or in the veine of sweet writ Poetrie
Can ere be found, to giue her feet that grace,
That beares her corporate Soule from place to place.
Are neat and litle to delight the eye,
No tearme in all humane inuention,
Or in the veine of sweet writ Poetrie
Can ere be found, to giue her feet that grace,
That beares her corporate Soule from place to place.
And if by night she walke, the Marigold,
That doth inclose the glorie of her eye,
At her approch her beauty doth vnfold,
And spreads her selfe in all her royaltie,
Such vertue hath this Phœnix glassy shield,
That Floures and Herbs at her faire sight do yeeld.
That doth inclose the glorie of her eye,
At her approch her beauty doth vnfold,
And spreads her selfe in all her royaltie,
Such vertue hath this Phœnix glassy shield,
That Floures and Herbs at her faire sight do yeeld.
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And if she grace the Walkes within the day,
Flora doth spreade an Arras cloth of flowers,
Before her do the prety Satires play,
And make her banquets in their leauie Bowers:
Head, Haire, Brow, Eyes, Cheeks, Chin and all,
Lippes, Teeth, Tong, Neck, Brests, Belly are maiesticall.
Flora doth spreade an Arras cloth of flowers,
Before her do the prety Satires play,
And make her banquets in their leauie Bowers:
Head, Haire, Brow, Eyes, Cheeks, Chin and all,
Lippes, Teeth, Tong, Neck, Brests, Belly are maiesticall.
This Phœnix I do feare me will decay,
And from her ashes neuer will arise
An other Bird her wings for to display,
And her rich beauty for to equalize:
The Arabian fiers are too dull and base,
To make another spring within her place.
And from her ashes neuer will arise
An other Bird her wings for to display,
And her rich beauty for to equalize:
The Arabian fiers are too dull and base,
To make another spring within her place.
Therefore dread Regent of these Elements,
Pitie poore Nature in her Art excelling,
Giue thou an humble eare to my laments,
That to thee haue a long true tale beene telling,
Of her, who when it please thee to behold,
Her outward sight shall bewties pride vnfold.
Pitie poore Nature in her Art excelling,
Giue thou an humble eare to my laments,
That to thee haue a long true tale beene telling,
Of her, who when it please thee to behold,
Her outward sight shall bewties pride vnfold.
At these words Ioue stood as a man amazed,
And Iunos loue-bred bewtie turnd to wight,
Venus she blusht, and on dame Nature gazed,
And Vesta she began to weepe outright:
And litle Cupid poore boy strucke in loue,
With repetition of this earthly Doue.
And Iunos loue-bred bewtie turnd to wight,
Venus she blusht, and on dame Nature gazed,
And Vesta she began to weepe outright:
And litle Cupid poore boy strucke in loue,
With repetition of this earthly Doue.
But at the last Ioue gan to rouse his spirit,
And told dame Nature in her sweet discourse;
Her womans Toung did run before her Wit,
Such a faire soule her selfe could neuer nurse,
Nor in the vastie earth was euer liuing,
Such beauty that all beauty was excelling.
And told dame Nature in her sweet discourse;
Her womans Toung did run before her Wit,
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Nor in the vastie earth was euer liuing,
Such beauty that all beauty was excelling.
Nature was strucke with pale temeritie,
To see the God of thunders lightning eyes;
He shooke his knotty haire so wrathfully,
As if he did the heauenly rout despise:
Then downe vpon her knee dame Nature fals,
And on the great gods name aloud she cals.
To see the God of thunders lightning eyes;
He shooke his knotty haire so wrathfully,
As if he did the heauenly rout despise:
Then downe vpon her knee dame Nature fals,
And on the great gods name aloud she cals.
Ioue thou shalt see my commendations,
To be vnworthie and impartiall,
To make of her an extallation,
Whose beauty is deuine maiesticall;
Looke on that painted picture there, behold
The rich wrought Phœnix of Arabian gold.
To be vnworthie and impartiall,
To make of her an extallation,
Whose beauty is deuine maiesticall;
Looke on that painted picture there, behold
The rich wrought Phœnix of Arabian gold.
Ioues eyes were setled on her painted eyes,
Ioue blushing smil'd, the picture smil'd againe:
Ioue spoke to her, and in his heart did rise
Loues amours, but the picture did disdaine
To loue the god, Ioue would haue stole a kisse,
But Iuno being by, denyed him this.
Ioue blushing smil'd, the picture smil'd againe:
Ioue spoke to her, and in his heart did rise
Loues amours, but the picture did disdaine
To loue the god, Ioue would haue stole a kisse,
But Iuno being by, denyed him this.
When all the rest beheld this counterfeit,
They knew the substance was of rarer price:
Some gaz'd vpon her face, on which did waite
As messengers, her two celestiall eyes;
Eyes wanting fire, did giue a lightning flame,
How much more would her eyes mans sences tame?
They knew the substance was of rarer price:
Some gaz'd vpon her face, on which did waite
As messengers, her two celestiall eyes;
Eyes wanting fire, did giue a lightning flame,
How much more would her eyes mans sences tame?
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Then all the Gods and Goddesses did decree,
In humble maner to intreat of Ioue,
And euery power vpon his bended knee,
Shewd faithfull seruice in dame Natures loue,
Intreating him to pacifie his Ire,
And raise another Phœnix of new fire.
In humble maner to intreat of Ioue,
And euery power vpon his bended knee,
Shewd faithfull seruice in dame Natures loue,
Intreating him to pacifie his Ire,
And raise another Phœnix of new fire.
Her picture from Ioues eyes hath banisht Hate,
And Mildnesse plaind the furrowes of his brow,
Her painted shape hath chastised debate,
And now to pleasure them he makes a vow:
Then thus Ioue spake, tis pittie she should die,
And leaue no ofspring of her Progenie.
And Mildnesse plaind the furrowes of his brow,
Her painted shape hath chastised debate,
And now to pleasure them he makes a vow:
Then thus Ioue spake, tis pittie she should die,
And leaue no ofspring of her Progenie.
Nature go hie thee, get thee Phœbus chaire,
Cut through the skie, and leaue Arabia,
Leaue that il working peece of fruitlesse ayre,
Leaue me the plaines of white Brytania,
These countries haue no fire to raise that flame,
That to this Phœnix bird can yeeld a name.
Cut through the skie, and leaue Arabia,
Leaue that il working peece of fruitlesse ayre,
Leaue me the plaines of white Brytania,
These countries haue no fire to raise that flame,
That to this Phœnix bird can yeeld a name.
There is a country Clymat fam'd of old,
That hath to name delightsome Paphos Ile,
Ouer the mountaine tops to trudge be bold,
There let thy winged Horses rest awhile:
Where in a vale like Ciparissus groue,
Thou shalt behold a second Phœnix loue.
That hath to name delightsome Paphos Ile,
Ouer the mountaine tops to trudge be bold,
There let thy winged Horses rest awhile:
Where in a vale like Ciparissus groue,
Thou shalt behold a second Phœnix loue.
A champion country full of fertill Plaines,
Greene grassie Medowes, little prettie Hils,
Aboundant pleasure in this place remaines,
And plenteous sweetes this heauenly clymat filles:
Faire flowing bathes that issue from the rockes,
Aboundant heards of beasts that come by flockes.
Greene grassie Medowes, little prettie Hils,
Aboundant pleasure in this place remaines,
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Faire flowing bathes that issue from the rockes,
Aboundant heards of beasts that come by flockes.
High stately Cædars, sturdie bigge arm'd Okes,
Great Poplers, and long trees of Libanon,
Sweete smelling Firre that frankensence prouokes,
And Pine apples from whence sweet iuyce doth come:
The sommer-blooming Hauthorne; vnder this
Faire Venus from Adonis stole a kisse.
Great Poplers, and long trees of Libanon,
Sweete smelling Firre that frankensence prouokes,
And Pine apples from whence sweet iuyce doth come:
The sommer-blooming Hauthorne; vnder this
Faire Venus from Adonis stole a kisse.
Fine Thickets and rough Brakes for sport and pleasure,
Places to hunt the light-foote nimble Roe:
These groues Diana did account her treasure,
And in the cold shades, oftentimes did goe
To lie her downe, faint, weary on the ground,
Whilest that her Nimphs about her daunst a round.
Places to hunt the light-foote nimble Roe:
These groues Diana did account her treasure,
And in the cold shades, oftentimes did goe
To lie her downe, faint, weary on the ground,
Whilest that her Nimphs about her daunst a round.
A quire of heauenly Angels tune their voyces,
And counterfeit the Nightingale in singing,
At which delight some pleasure she reioyces,
And Plenty from her cell her gifts is bringing:
Peares, Apples, Plums, and the red ripe Cherries,
Sweet Strawberries with other daintie berries.
And counterfeit the Nightingale in singing,
At which delight some pleasure she reioyces,
And Plenty from her cell her gifts is bringing:
Peares, Apples, Plums, and the red ripe Cherries,
Sweet Strawberries with other daintie berries.
Here haunt the Satyres and the Driades,
The Hamadriades and pretie Elues,
That in the groues with skipping many please,
And runne along vpon the water shelues:
Heare Mermaides sing, but with Ulysses eares,
The country Gallants do disdaine their teares.
The Hamadriades and pretie Elues,
That in the groues with skipping many please,
And runne along vpon the water shelues:
Heare Mermaides sing, but with Ulysses eares,
The country Gallants do disdaine their teares.
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The Crocadile and hissing Adders sting,
May not come neere this holy plot of ground,
No Nightworme in this continent may sing,
Nor poison-spitting Serpent may be found:
Here Milke and Hony like two riuers ran,
As fruitefull as the land of Canaan.
May not come neere this holy plot of ground,
No Nightworme in this continent may sing,
Nor poison-spitting Serpent may be found:
Here Milke and Hony like two riuers ran,
As fruitefull as the land of Canaan.
What shal I say? their Orchards spring with plentie,
The Gardens smell like Floras paradice,
Bringing increase from one to number twentie,
As Lycorice and sweet Arabian spice:
No place is found vnder bright heauens faire blisse,
To beare the name of Paradise but this.
The Gardens smell like Floras paradice,
Bringing increase from one to number twentie,
As Lycorice and sweet Arabian spice:
No place is found vnder bright heauens faire blisse,
To beare the name of Paradise but this.
Hard by a running streame or crystall fountaine,
Wherein rich Orient pearle is often found,
Enuiron'd with a high and steepie mountaine,
A fertill soile and fruitful plot of ground,
There shalt thou find true Honors louely Squire,
That for this Phœnix keepes Prometheus fire.
Wherein rich Orient pearle is often found,
Enuiron'd with a high and steepie mountaine,
A fertill soile and fruitful plot of ground,
There shalt thou find true Honors louely Squire,
That for this Phœnix keepes Prometheus fire.
His bower wherein he lodgeth all the night,
Is fram'd of Cædars and high loftie Pine,
I made his house to chastice thence despight,
And fram'd it like this heauenly roofe of mine:
His name is Liberall honor, and his hart,
Aymes at true faithfull seruice and desart.
Is fram'd of Cædars and high loftie Pine,
I made his house to chastice thence despight,
And fram'd it like this heauenly roofe of mine:
His name is Liberall honor, and his hart,
Aymes at true faithfull seruice and desart.
Looke on his face, and in his browes doth sit,
Bloud and sweete Mercie hand in hand vnited,
Bloud to his foes, a president most fit
For such as haue his gentle humour spited:
His Haire is curl'd by nature mild and meeke,
Hangs carelesse downe to shrowd a blushing cheeke.
Bloud and sweete Mercie hand in hand vnited,
Bloud to his foes, a president most fit
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His Haire is curl'd by nature mild and meeke,
Hangs carelesse downe to shrowd a blushing cheeke.
Giue him this Ointment to annoint his Head,
This precious Balme to lay vnto his feet,
These shall direct him to this Phœnix bed,
Where on a high hill he this Bird shall meet:
And of their Ashes by my doome shal rise,
Another Phœnix her to equalize.
This precious Balme to lay vnto his feet,
These shall direct him to this Phœnix bed,
Where on a high hill he this Bird shall meet:
And of their Ashes by my doome shal rise,
Another Phœnix her to equalize.
This said the Gods and Goddesses did applaud,
The Censure of this thundring Magistrate,
And Nature gaue him euerlasting laud,
And quickly in the dayes bright Coach she gate
Downe to the earth, she's whirled through the ayre;
Ioue ioyne these fires, thus Venus made her prayer.
The Censure of this thundring Magistrate,
And Nature gaue him euerlasting laud,
And quickly in the dayes bright Coach she gate
Downe to the earth, she's whirled through the ayre;
Ioue ioyne these fires, thus Venus made her prayer.
A Prayer made for the prosperitie of a siluer coloured Doue, applyed to the beauteous Phœnix.
An Introduction to the Prayer.
Gvide thou great Guider of the Sunne and Moone,
Thou elementall fauourer of the Night,
My vndeserued wit, wit sprong too soone,
To giue thy greatnesse euerie gracious right:
Let Pen, Hand, Wit and vndeseruing tongue,
Thy praise and honor sing in euerie song.
Thou elementall fauourer of the Night,
My vndeserued wit, wit sprong too soone,
To giue thy greatnesse euerie gracious right:
Let Pen, Hand, Wit and vndeseruing tongue,
Thy praise and honor sing in euerie song.
In my poore prayer guide my Hand aright,
Guide my dull Wit, guide all my dulled Senses,
Let thy bright Taper giue me faithfull light,
And from thy Booke of life blot my offences:
Then arm'd with thy protection and thy loue,
Ile make my prayer for thy Turtle-doue.
Guide my dull Wit, guide all my dulled Senses,
Let thy bright Taper giue me faithfull light,
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Then arm'd with thy protection and thy loue,
Ile make my prayer for thy Turtle-doue.
O thou great maker of the firmament,
That rid'st vpon the winged Cherubins,
And on the glorious shining element,
Hear'st the sad praiers of the Seraphins,
That vnto thee continually sing Hymnes:
Bow downe thy listning eares thou God of might,
To him whose heart will praise thee day and night.
That rid'st vpon the winged Cherubins,
And on the glorious shining element,
Hear'st the sad praiers of the Seraphins,
That vnto thee continually sing Hymnes:
Bow downe thy listning eares thou God of might,
To him whose heart will praise thee day and night.
Accept the humble Praiers of that soule,
That now lies wallowing in the myre of Sinne,
Thy mercie Lord doth all my powers controule,
And searcheth reines and heart that are within:
Therefore to thee Iehouah Ile begin:
Lifting my head from my imprisoned graue,
No mercie but thy mercie me can saue.
That now lies wallowing in the myre of Sinne,
Thy mercie Lord doth all my powers controule,
And searcheth reines and heart that are within:
Therefore to thee Iehouah Ile begin:
Lifting my head from my imprisoned graue,
No mercie but thy mercie me can saue.
The foule vntamed Lion still goes roring,
Old hell-bread Sathan enemy to mankind,
To leade me to his iawes that are deuouring,
Wherein no Grace to humane flesh's assign'd,
But thou celestiall Father canst him bind:
Tread on his head, tread Sinne and Sathan downe,
And on thy seruants head set Mercies crowne.
Old hell-bread Sathan enemy to mankind,
To leade me to his iawes that are deuouring,
Wherein no Grace to humane flesh's assign'd,
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Tread on his head, tread Sinne and Sathan downe,
And on thy seruants head set Mercies crowne.
Thus in acceptance of thy glorious sight,
I purge my deadly sinne in hope of grace,
Thou art the Doore, the Lanthorne and the Light,
To guide my sinfull feete from place to place,
And now O Christ I bow before thy face:
And for the siluer coloured earthly Doue,
I make my earnest prayer for thy loue.
I purge my deadly sinne in hope of grace,
Thou art the Doore, the Lanthorne and the Light,
To guide my sinfull feete from place to place,
And now O Christ I bow before thy face:
And for the siluer coloured earthly Doue,
I make my earnest prayer for thy loue.
Shrowde her ô Lord vnder thy shadowed wings,
From the worlds enuious malice and deceit,
That like the adder-poisoned serpent stings,
And in her way layes a corrupted baite,
Yet raise her God vnto thy mercies height:
Guide her, ô guide her from pernitious foes,
That many of thy creatures ouerthrowes.
From the worlds enuious malice and deceit,
That like the adder-poisoned serpent stings,
And in her way layes a corrupted baite,
Yet raise her God vnto thy mercies height:
Guide her, ô guide her from pernitious foes,
That many of thy creatures ouerthrowes.
Wash her O Lord with Hysope and with Thime,
And the white snow she shall excell in whitenesse,
Purge her with mercie from all sinfull crime,
And her soules glorie shall exceed in brightnesse,
O let thy mercie grow vnto such ripenesse:
Behold her, O behold her gratious King,
That vnto thee sweet songs of praise will sing.
And the white snow she shall excell in whitenesse,
Purge her with mercie from all sinfull crime,
And her soules glorie shall exceed in brightnesse,
O let thy mercie grow vnto such ripenesse:
Behold her, O behold her gratious King,
That vnto thee sweet songs of praise will sing.
And as thou leadst through the red coloured waues,
The hoast of thy elected Israel,
And from the wrath of Pharoe didst them saue,
Appointing them within that land to dwell,
A chosen land, a land what did excell:
So guide thy siluer Doue vnto that place,
Where she Temptations enuie may outface.
The hoast of thy elected Israel,
And from the wrath of Pharoe didst them saue,
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A chosen land, a land what did excell:
So guide thy siluer Doue vnto that place,
Where she Temptations enuie may outface.
Increase thy gifts bestowed on thy Creature,
And multiply thy blessings manifold,
And as thou hast adorned her with nature,
So with thy blessed eyes her eyes behold,
That in them doth thy workmanship vnfold,
Let her not wither Lord without increase,
But blesse her with ioyes ofspring of sweet peace.
And multiply thy blessings manifold,
And as thou hast adorned her with nature,
So with thy blessed eyes her eyes behold,
That in them doth thy workmanship vnfold,
Let her not wither Lord without increase,
But blesse her with ioyes ofspring of sweet peace.
Amen. Amen.
To those of light beleefe.
You
gentle fauourers of excelling Muses,
And gracers of all Learning and Desart,
You whose Conceit the deepest worke peruses,
Whose Iudgements still are gouerned by Art:
Reade gently what you reade, this next conceit
Fram'd of pure loue, abandoning deceit.
And gracers of all Learning and Desart,
You whose Conceit the deepest worke peruses,
Whose Iudgements still are gouerned by Art:
Reade gently what you reade, this next conceit
Fram'd of pure loue, abandoning deceit.
And you whose dull Imagination,
And blind conceited Error hath not knowne,
Of Herbes and Trees true nomination,
But thinke them fabulous that shall be showne:
Learne more, search much, and surely you shall find,
Plaine honest Truth and Knowledge comes behind.
And blind conceited Error hath not knowne,
Of Herbes and Trees true nomination,
But thinke them fabulous that shall be showne:
Learne more, search much, and surely you shall find,
Plaine honest Truth and Knowledge comes behind.
Then gently (gentle Reader) do thou fauour,
And with a gracious looke grace what is written,
With smiling cheare peruse my homely labour,
With Enuies poisoned spitefull looke not bitten:
So shalt thou cause my willing thought to striue,
To adde more Honey to my new made Hiue.
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With smiling cheare peruse my homely labour,
With Enuies poisoned spitefull looke not bitten:
So shalt thou cause my willing thought to striue,
To adde more Honey to my new made Hiue.
A meeting Dialogue-wise betweene Nature, the Phœnix, and the Turtle Doue.
Nature.
All haile faire Phœnix, whither art thou flying?
Why in the hot Sunne dost thou spread thy wings?
More pleasure shouldst thou take in cold shades lying,
And for to bathe thy selfe in wholsome Springs,
Where the woods feathered quier sweetely sings:
Thy golden Wings and thy breasts beauteous Eie,
Will fall away in Phœbus royaltie.
Why in the hot Sunne dost thou spread thy wings?
More pleasure shouldst thou take in cold shades lying,
And for to bathe thy selfe in wholsome Springs,
Where the woods feathered quier sweetely sings:
Thy golden Wings and thy breasts beauteous Eie,
Will fall away in Phœbus royaltie.
Phœnix.
O stay me not, I am no Phœnix I,
And if I be that bird, I am defaced,
Vpon the Arabian mountaines I must die,
And neuer with a poore yong Turtle graced;
Such operation in me is not placed:
What is my Beautie but a painted wal,
My golden spreading Feathers quickly fal,
And if I be that bird, I am defaced,
Vpon the Arabian mountaines I must die,
And neuer with a poore yong Turtle graced;
Such operation in me is not placed:
What is my Beautie but a painted wal,
My golden spreading Feathers quickly fal,
Nature.
Why dost thou shead thy Feathers, kill thy Heart,
Weep out thine Eyes, and staine thy golden Face?
Why dost thou of the worlds woe take a part,
And in relenting teares thy selfe disgrace?
Ioyes mirthful Tower is thy dwelling place:
All Birdes for vertue and excelling beautie,
Sing at thy reuerend feet in Loue aud Dutie.
Weep out thine Eyes, and staine thy golden Face?
Why dost thou of the worlds woe take a part,
And in relenting teares thy selfe disgrace?
Ioyes mirthful Tower is thy dwelling place:
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Sing at thy reuerend feet in Loue aud Dutie.
Phœnix.
O how thou feed'st me with my Beauties praising!
O how thy Praise sounds from a golden Toung!
O how thy Toung my Vertues would be raising!
And raising me thou dost corrupt thy song:
Thou seest not Honie and Poison mixt among;
Thou not'st my Beautie with a iealous looke,
But dost not see how I do bayte my hooke.
O how thy Praise sounds from a golden Toung!
O how thy Toung my Vertues would be raising!
And raising me thou dost corrupt thy song:
Thou seest not Honie and Poison mixt among;
Thou not'st my Beautie with a iealous looke,
But dost not see how I do bayte my hooke.
Nature.
Tell me, ô tell me, for I am thy friend,
I am Dame Nature that first gaue thee breath,
That from Ioues glorious rich seate did descend,
To set my Feete vpon this lumpish earth:
What is the cause of thy sad sullen Mirth?
Hast thou not Beauty, Vertue, Wit and Fauour:
What other graces would'st thou craue of Nature?
I am Dame Nature that first gaue thee breath,
That from Ioues glorious rich seate did descend,
To set my Feete vpon this lumpish earth:
What is the cause of thy sad sullen Mirth?
Hast thou not Beauty, Vertue, Wit and Fauour:
What other graces would'st thou craue of Nature?
Phœnix.
What is my Beauty but a vading Flower?
Wherein men reade their deep-conceiued Thrall,
Alluring twentie Gallants in an hower,
To be as seruile vassals at my Call?
My Sunne-bred lookes their Senses do exhall:
But (ô my griefe) where my faire Eyes would loue,
Foule bleare-eyed Enuie doth my thoughts reprooue.
Wherein men reade their deep-conceiued Thrall,
Alluring twentie Gallants in an hower,
To be as seruile vassals at my Call?
My Sunne-bred lookes their Senses do exhall:
But (ô my griefe) where my faire Eyes would loue,
Foule bleare-eyed Enuie doth my thoughts reprooue.
What is my Vertue but a Tablitorie:
Which if I did bestow would more increase?
What is my Wit but an inhumane glorie:
That to my kind deare friends would proffer peace?
But O vaine Bird, giue ore in silence, cease;
Malice perchaunce doth hearken to thy words,
That cuts thy threed of Loue with twentie swords.
Which if I did bestow would more increase?
What is my Wit but an inhumane glorie:
That to my kind deare friends would proffer peace?
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Malice perchaunce doth hearken to thy words,
That cuts thy threed of Loue with twentie swords.
Nature.
Tell me (O Mirrour) of our earthly time,
Tell me sweete Phœnix glorie of mine age,
Who blots thy Beauty with foule Enuies crime,
And locks thee vp in fond Suspitions cage?
Can any humane heart beare thee such rage?
Daunt their proud stomacks with thy piercing Eye,
Vnchaine Loues sweetnesse at thy libertie.
Tell me sweete Phœnix glorie of mine age,
Who blots thy Beauty with foule Enuies crime,
And locks thee vp in fond Suspitions cage?
Can any humane heart beare thee such rage?
Daunt their proud stomacks with thy piercing Eye,
Vnchaine Loues sweetnesse at thy libertie.
Phœnix.
What is't to bath me in a wholesome Spring,
Or wash me in a cleere, deepe, running Well,
When I no vertue from the same do bring,
Nor of the balmie water beare a smell?
It better were for me mongst Crowes to dwell,
Then flocke with Doues, whē Doues sit alwayes billing,
And waste my wings of gold, my Beautie killing.
Or wash me in a cleere, deepe, running Well,
When I no vertue from the same do bring,
Nor of the balmie water beare a smell?
It better were for me mongst Crowes to dwell,
Then flocke with Doues, whē Doues sit alwayes billing,
And waste my wings of gold, my Beautie killing.
Nature.
Ile chaine foule Enuy to a brazen Gate,
And place deepe Malice in a hollow Rocke,
To some blacke desert Wood Ile banish Hate,
And fond Suspition from thy sight Ile locke:
These shall not stirre, let anie Porter knocke.
Thou art but yong, fresh, greene, and must not passe,
But catch the hot Sunne with thy steeled glasse.
And place deepe Malice in a hollow Rocke,
To some blacke desert Wood Ile banish Hate,
And fond Suspition from thy sight Ile locke:
These shall not stirre, let anie Porter knocke.
Thou art but yong, fresh, greene, and must not passe,
But catch the hot Sunne with thy steeled glasse.
Phœnix.
That Sunne shines not within this Continent,
That with his warme rayes can my dead Bloud chearish,
Grosse cloudie Vapours from this Aire is sent,
Not hot reflecting Beames my heart to nourish.
O Beautie, I do feare me thou wilt perish;
Then gentle Nature let me take my flight,
But ere I passe, set Enuie out of sight.
That with his warme rayes can my dead Bloud chearish,
Grosse cloudie Vapours from this Aire is sent,
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O Beautie, I do feare me thou wilt perish;
Then gentle Nature let me take my flight,
But ere I passe, set Enuie out of sight.
Nature.
Ile coniure him, and raise him from his graue,
And put vpon his head a punishment:
Nature thy sportiue Pleasure meanes to saue;
Ile send him to perpetuall banishment,
Like to a totterd Furie ragd and rent:
Ile baffle him, and blind his Iealous eye,
That in thy actions Secrecie would prye.
And put vpon his head a punishment:
Nature thy sportiue Pleasure meanes to saue;
Ile send him to perpetuall banishment,
Like to a totterd Furie ragd and rent:
Ile baffle him, and blind his Iealous eye,
That in thy actions Secrecie would prye.
Phœnix.
Ile coniure him, Ile raise him from his Cell,
Ile pull his Eyes from his conspiring head,
Ile locke him in the place where he doth dwell;
Ile starue him there, till the poore slaue be dead,
That on the poisonous Adder oft hath fed:
These threatnings on the Helhound I will lay,
But the performance beares the greater sway.
Ile pull his Eyes from his conspiring head,
Ile locke him in the place where he doth dwell;
Ile starue him there, till the poore slaue be dead,
That on the poisonous Adder oft hath fed:
These threatnings on the Helhound I will lay,
But the performance beares the greater sway.
Nature.
Stand by faire Phœnix, spread thy Wings of gold,
And daunt the face of Heauen with thine Eye,
Like Iunos bird thy Beautie do vnsold,
And thou shalt triumph ore thine enemie:
Then thou and I in Phœbus coach will flie,
Where thou shalt see and tast a secret Fire,
That will adde spreading life to thy Desire.
And daunt the face of Heauen with thine Eye,
Like Iunos bird thy Beautie do vnsold,
And thou shalt triumph ore thine enemie:
Then thou and I in Phœbus coach will flie,
Where thou shalt see and tast a secret Fire,
That will adde spreading life to thy Desire.
Arise thou bleare-ey'd Enuie from thy bed,
Thy bed of Snakie poison and corruption,
Vnmaske thy big-swolne Cheekes with poyson red,
For with thee I must trie Conclusion,
And plague thee with the Worlds confusion.
I charge thee by my Power to appeare,
And by Celestiall warrant to draw neare.
Thy bed of Snakie poison and corruption,
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For with thee I must trie Conclusion,
And plague thee with the Worlds confusion.
I charge thee by my Power to appeare,
And by Celestiall warrant to draw neare.
Phœnix.
O what a mistie Dampe breakes from the ground,
Able it selfe to infect this noysome Aire:
As if a caue of Toades themselues did wound,
Or poysoned Dragons fell into dispaire,
Hels damned sent with this may not compare,
And in this foggie cloud there doth arise
A damned Feend ore me to tyrannize.
Able it selfe to infect this noysome Aire:
As if a caue of Toades themselues did wound,
Or poysoned Dragons fell into dispaire,
Hels damned sent with this may not compare,
And in this foggie cloud there doth arise
A damned Feend ore me to tyrannize.
Nature.
He shall not touch a Feather of thy wing,
Or euer haue Authoritie and power,
As he hath had in his dayes secret prying,
Ouer thy calmie Lookes to send a shower:
Ile place thee now in secrecies sweet Bower,
Where at thy will in sport and dallying,
Spend out thy time in Amarous discoursing.
Or euer haue Authoritie and power,
As he hath had in his dayes secret prying,
Ouer thy calmie Lookes to send a shower:
Ile place thee now in secrecies sweet Bower,
Where at thy will in sport and dallying,
Spend out thy time in Amarous discoursing.
Phœnix.
Looke Nurce, looke Nature how the Villaine sweates,
His big-swolne Eyes will fall vnto the ground,
With fretting anguish he his blacke breast beates,
As if he would true harted minds confound:
O keepe him backe, his sight my heart doth wound:
O Enuie it is thou that mad'st me perish,
For want of that true Fire my hart should nourish.
His big-swolne Eyes will fall vnto the ground,
With fretting anguish he his blacke breast beates,
As if he would true harted minds confound:
O keepe him backe, his sight my heart doth wound:
O Enuie it is thou that mad'st me perish,
For want of that true Fire my hart should nourish.
Nature.
But I will plague him for his wickednesse,
Enuie go packe thee to some forreine soyle,
To some desertfull plaine or Wildernesse,
Where sauage Monsters and wild beasts do toyle,
And with inhumane Creatures keepe a coyle.
Be gone I say, and neuer do returne,
Till this round compast world with fire do burne.
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To some desertfull plaine or Wildernesse,
Where sauage Monsters and wild beasts do toyle,
And with inhumane Creatures keepe a coyle.
Be gone I say, and neuer do returne,
Till this round compast world with fire do burne.
Phœnix.
What is he gone? is Enuie packt away?
Then one fowle blot is mooued from his Throne,
That my poore honest Thoughts did seeke to slay:
Away fowle griefe, and ouer-heauie Mone,
That do orecharge me with continuall grones.
Will you not hence? then with downe-falling teares,
Ile drowne my selfe in ripenesse of my Yeares,
Then one fowle blot is mooued from his Throne,
That my poore honest Thoughts did seeke to slay:
Away fowle griefe, and ouer-heauie Mone,
That do orecharge me with continuall grones.
Will you not hence? then with downe-falling teares,
Ile drowne my selfe in ripenesse of my Yeares,
Nature.
Fie peeuish Bird, what art thou franticke mad?
Wilt thou confound thy selfe with foolish Griefe?
If there be cause or meanes for to be had,
Thy Nurse and nourisher will find reliefe:
Then tell me all thy Accidents in briefe;
Haue I not banisht Enuy for thy sake?
I greater things for thee ile vndertake.
Wilt thou confound thy selfe with foolish Griefe?
If there be cause or meanes for to be had,
Thy Nurse and nourisher will find reliefe:
Then tell me all thy Accidents in briefe;
Haue I not banisht Enuy for thy sake?
I greater things for thee ile vndertake.
Phœnix.
Enuie is gone and banisht from my sight,
Banisht for euer comming any more:
But in Arabia burnes another Light,
A darke dimme Taper that I must adore,
This barren Countrey makes me to deplore:
It is so saplesse that the very Spring,
Makes tender new-growne Plants be with'ring.
Banisht for euer comming any more:
But in Arabia burnes another Light,
A darke dimme Taper that I must adore,
This barren Countrey makes me to deplore:
It is so saplesse that the very Spring,
Makes tender new-growne Plants be with'ring.
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The noisome Aire is growne infectious,
The very Springs for want of Moisture die,
The glorious Sunne is here pestiferous,
No hearbes for Phisicke or sweet Surgerie,
No balme to cure hearts inward maladie:
No gift of Nature, she is here defaced,
Heart-curing Balsamum here is not placed.
The very Springs for want of Moisture die,
The glorious Sunne is here pestiferous,
No hearbes for Phisicke or sweet Surgerie,
No balme to cure hearts inward maladie:
No gift of Nature, she is here defaced,
Heart-curing Balsamum here is not placed.
Nature.
Is this the summe and substance of thy woe?
Is this the Anker-hold vnto thy bote?
Is this thy Sea of Griefe doth ouerflow?
Is this the Riuer sets thy ship aflote?
Is this the Lesson thou hast learn'd by rote?
And is this all? and is this plot of Ground
The substance of the Theame doth thee confound?
Is this the Anker-hold vnto thy bote?
Is this thy Sea of Griefe doth ouerflow?
Is this the Riuer sets thy ship aflote?
Is this the Lesson thou hast learn'd by rote?
And is this all? and is this plot of Ground
The substance of the Theame doth thee confound?
Phœnix.
This is the Anker-hold, the Sea, the Riuer,
The Lesson and the substance of my Song,
This is the Rocke my Ship did seeke to shiuer,
And in this ground with Adders was I stung,
And in a lothsome pit was often flung:
My Beautie and my Vertues captiuate,
To Loue, dissembling Loue that I did hate.
The Lesson and the substance of my Song,
This is the Rocke my Ship did seeke to shiuer,
And in this ground with Adders was I stung,
And in a lothsome pit was often flung:
My Beautie and my Vertues captiuate,
To Loue, dissembling Loue that I did hate.
Nature.
Cheare vp thy spirit Phœnix, prune thy wings,
And double-gild thy Fethers for my newes;
A Nightingale and not a Rauen sings,
That from all blacke contention will excuse
Thy heauy thoughts, and set them to peruse
Another Clymat, where thou maist expresse,
A plot of Paradice for worthinesse.
And double-gild thy Fethers for my newes;
A Nightingale and not a Rauen sings,
That from all blacke contention will excuse
Thy heauy thoughts, and set them to peruse
Another Clymat, where thou maist expresse,
A plot of Paradice for worthinesse.
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Ioue in diuine diuinesse of his Soule,
That rides vpon his firie axaltree,
That with his Mace doth humane flesh controule,
When of mans deedes he makes a Registrie,
Louing the good for singularitie:
With a vail'd Count'nance and a gracious Smile,
Did bid me plant my Bird in Paphos Ile.
That rides vpon his firie axaltree,
That with his Mace doth humane flesh controule,
When of mans deedes he makes a Registrie,
Louing the good for singularitie:
With a vail'd Count'nance and a gracious Smile,
Did bid me plant my Bird in Paphos Ile.
Phœnix.
What ill diuining Planet did presage,
My timelesse birth so timely brought to light?
What fatal Comet did his wrath engage,
To worke a harmelesse Bird such worlds despight,
Wrapping my dayes blisse in blacke sables night?
No Planet nor no Comet did conspire
My downefall, but foule Fortunes wrathful ire.
My timelesse birth so timely brought to light?
What fatal Comet did his wrath engage,
To worke a harmelesse Bird such worlds despight,
Wrapping my dayes blisse in blacke sables night?
No Planet nor no Comet did conspire
My downefall, but foule Fortunes wrathful ire.
What did my Beautie moue her to Disdaine?
Or did my Vertues shadow all her Blisse?
That she should place me in a desart Plaine,
And send forth Enuie with a Iudas kisse,
To sting me with a Scorpions poisoned hisse?
From my first birth-right for to plant me heare,
Where I haue alwaies fed on Griefe and Feare.
Or did my Vertues shadow all her Blisse?
That she should place me in a desart Plaine,
And send forth Enuie with a Iudas kisse,
To sting me with a Scorpions poisoned hisse?
From my first birth-right for to plant me heare,
Where I haue alwaies fed on Griefe and Feare.
Nature.
Raile not gainst Fortunes sacred Deitie,
In youth thy vertuous patience she hath tyred,
From this base earth shee'le lift thee vp on hie,
Where in Contents rich Chariot thou shalt ride,
And neuer with Impatience to abide:
Fortune will glorie in thy great renowne,
And on thy feathered head will set a crowne.
In youth thy vertuous patience she hath tyred,
From this base earth shee'le lift thee vp on hie,
Where in Contents rich Chariot thou shalt ride,
And neuer with Impatience to abide:
Fortune will glorie in thy great renowne,
And on thy feathered head will set a crowne.
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T'was time to come, for I was comfortlesse,
And in my Youth haue bene Infortunate:
This Ile of Paphos I do hope will blesse,
And alter my halfe-rotten tottering state;
My hearts Delight was almost ruinate.
In this rich Ile a Turtle had his nest,
And in a Wood of gold tooke vp his rest.
And in my Youth haue bene Infortunate:
This Ile of Paphos I do hope will blesse,
And alter my halfe-rotten tottering state;
My hearts Delight was almost ruinate.
In this rich Ile a Turtle had his nest,
And in a Wood of gold tooke vp his rest.
Nature.
Fly in this Chariot, and come sit by me,
And we will leaue this ill corrupted Land,
We'le take our course through the blew Azure skie,
And set our feete on Paphos golden sand,
There of that Turtle Doue we'le vnderstand:
And visite him in those delightfull plaines,
Where Peace conioyn'd with Plenty still remaines.
And we will leaue this ill corrupted Land,
We'le take our course through the blew Azure skie,
And set our feete on Paphos golden sand,
There of that Turtle Doue we'le vnderstand:
And visite him in those delightfull plaines,
Where Peace conioyn'd with Plenty still remaines.
Phœnix.
I come, I come, and now farewell that strond,
Vpon whose craggie rockes my Ship was rent;
Your ill beseeming follies made me fond,
And in a vastie Cell I vp was pent,
Where my fresh blooming Beauty I haue spent.
O blame your selues ill nurtred cruell Swaines,
That fild my scarlet Glorie full of Staines.
Vpon whose craggie rockes my Ship was rent;
Your ill beseeming follies made me fond,
And in a vastie Cell I vp was pent,
Where my fresh blooming Beauty I haue spent.
O blame your selues ill nurtred cruell Swaines,
That fild my scarlet Glorie full of Staines.
Nature.
Welcome immortall Bewtie, we will ride
Ouer the Semi-circle of Europa,
And bend our course where we will see the Tide,
That partes the Continent of Affrica,
Where the great Cham gouernes Tartaria:
And when the starrie Curtaine vales the night,
In Paphos sacred Ile we meane to light.
Ouer the Semi-circle of Europa,
And bend our course where we will see the Tide,
That partes the Continent of Affrica,
Where the great Cham gouernes Tartaria:
And when the starrie Curtaine vales the night,
In Paphos sacred Ile we meane to light.
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How glorious is this Chariot of the day,
Where Phœbus in his crystall robes is set,
And to poore passengers directs a way:
O happie time since I with Nature met,
My immelodious Discord I vnfret:
And sing sweet Hymnes, burn Myrrhe & Frankensence,
Honor that Isle that is my sure defence.
Where Phœbus in his crystall robes is set,
And to poore passengers directs a way:
O happie time since I with Nature met,
My immelodious Discord I vnfret:
And sing sweet Hymnes, burn Myrrhe & Frankensence,
Honor that Isle that is my sure defence.
Nature.
Looke Phœnix ore the world as thou dost ride,
And thou shalt see the pallaces of Kings,
Great huge-built Cities where high States abide,
Temples of Gods, and Altars with rich offrings,
To which the Priests their sacrifices brings:
Wonders past wonder, strange Pyramides,
And the gold-gathering Strond of Euphrates.
And thou shalt see the pallaces of Kings,
Great huge-built Cities where high States abide,
Temples of Gods, and Altars with rich offrings,
To which the Priests their sacrifices brings:
Wonders past wonder, strange Pyramides,
And the gold-gathering Strond of Euphrates.
Phœnix.
O what rich pleasure dwelleth in this Land!
Greene springing Medowes, high vpreared Hils,
The white-fleest Ewe brought tame vnto the hand,
Faire running Riuers that the Countrie fils,
Sweet flowers that faire balmy Deaw distils,
Great peopled Cities, whose earth-gracing show,
Time is asham'd to touch or ouerthrow!
Greene springing Medowes, high vpreared Hils,
The white-fleest Ewe brought tame vnto the hand,
Faire running Riuers that the Countrie fils,
Sweet flowers that faire balmy Deaw distils,
Great peopled Cities, whose earth-gracing show,
Time is asham'd to touch or ouerthrow!
Nature.
Besilent gentle Phœnix, Ile repeate,
Some of these Cities names that we descrie,
And of their large foundation Ile intreate,
Their Fonnder that first rear'd them vp on hie,
Making a glorious Spectacle to each eie:
Warres wald Defender and the Countries grace,
Not battred yet with Times controlling Mace.
Some of these Cities names that we descrie,
And of their large foundation Ile intreate,
Their Fonnder that first rear'd them vp on hie,
Making a glorious Spectacle to each eie:
Warres wald Defender and the Countries grace,
Not battred yet with Times controlling Mace.
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Alfred the father of faire Elfleda,
Founded three goodly famous Monasteries,
In this large Ile of sweete Britania,
For to refresh the poore soules miseries,
That were afflicted with calamities:
One in the Towne surnamed Edlingsey,
Which after ages called Athelney.
Founded three goodly famous Monasteries,
In this large Ile of sweete Britania,
For to refresh the poore soules miseries,
That were afflicted with calamities:
One in the Towne surnamed Edlingsey,
Which after ages called Athelney.
The second House of that Deuotion,
He did erect at worthy Winchester,
A place well planted with Religion,
Called in this age the new-builded Minster,
Still kept in notable reparation:
And in this famous builded Monument,
His bodie was interd when life was spent.
He did erect at worthy Winchester,
A place well planted with Religion,
Called in this age the new-builded Minster,
Still kept in notable reparation:
And in this famous builded Monument,
His bodie was interd when life was spent.
The last not least surpassing all the rest,
Was Oxfords honorable foundation,
Since when with Learnings glorie it is blest,
Begun by the godly exhortation
Of the Abbot Neotus direction:
From whose rich womb pure Angell-like Diuinitie,
Hath sprong to saue vs from Calamitie.
Was Oxfords honorable foundation,
Since when with Learnings glorie it is blest,
Begun by the godly exhortation
Of the Abbot Neotus direction:
From whose rich womb pure Angell-like Diuinitie,
Hath sprong to saue vs from Calamitie.
Leyre the sonne of Baldud being admitted,
To beare the burden of the British sway,
A Prince with Natures glorie being fitted,
At what time Ioas raigned King of Iuda,
To make his new got Fame to last for aye,
By Sore he built the Towne of Caerleir,
That to this day is called Leycester.
To beare the burden of the British sway,
A Prince with Natures glorie being fitted,
At what time Ioas raigned King of Iuda,
To make his new got Fame to last for aye,
By Sore he built the Towne of Caerleir,
That to this day is called Leycester.
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Belin that famous worthy Brytaine King,
That made the Townes of France to feare his frowne,
And the whole Romish Legion to sing,
And to record his gracious great renowne,
Whose host of men their Townes were firing:
Builded in Southwals height Caerlion,
Or termed Arwiske Caerlegion.
That made the Townes of France to feare his frowne,
And the whole Romish Legion to sing,
And to record his gracious great renowne,
Whose host of men their Townes were firing:
Builded in Southwals height Caerlion,
Or termed Arwiske Caerlegion.
This glorious Citie was the onely Pride,
In eldest age of all Demetia:
Where many notable Monuments abide,
To grace the Countrey of Britania,
That from Times memorie can neuer slide:
Amphibulus was borne in this sweete place,
Who taught S. Albon, Albon full of grace.
In eldest age of all Demetia:
Where many notable Monuments abide,
To grace the Countrey of Britania,
That from Times memorie can neuer slide:
Amphibulus was borne in this sweete place,
Who taught S. Albon, Albon full of grace.
King Lud surnam'd the great Lud-hurdibras,
The sonne of Leil, builded the famous Towne
Of Kaerkin, with a huge Tower of brasse,
Now called Canterburie of great renowne,
Able to bide the raging Foes stout frowne:
The Metropolitans seate where Learning sits,
And chiefe of all our English Bishoprickes.
The sonne of Leil, builded the famous Towne
Of Kaerkin, with a huge Tower of brasse,
Now called Canterburie of great renowne,
Able to bide the raging Foes stout frowne:
The Metropolitans seate where Learning sits,
And chiefe of all our English Bishoprickes.
This noble King builded faire Caerguent,
Now cleped Winchester of worthie fame,
And at Mount Paladour he built his Tent,
That after ages Shaftsburie hath to name,
His first foundation from King Leyls sonne came:
About which building Prophet Aquila,
Did prophesie in large Brytania.
Now cleped Winchester of worthie fame,
And at Mount Paladour he built his Tent,
That after ages Shaftsburie hath to name,
His first foundation from King Leyls sonne came:
About which building Prophet Aquila,
Did prophesie in large Brytania.
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King Leill a man of great religion,
That made his bordring neighbours for to yeeld,
And on their knees to pleade Submission,
Being eldest sonne to Brute surnam'd Greeneshield,
The Citie of Caerleits he did build,
Now called Carleyle by corruption,
And Time that leades things to confusion.
That made his bordring neighbours for to yeeld,
And on their knees to pleade Submission,
Being eldest sonne to Brute surnam'd Greeneshield,
The Citie of Caerleits he did build,
Now called Carleyle by corruption,
And Time that leades things to confusion.
Cambridge a famous Vniuersitie,
The Nurse of Learning and Experience,
The Chearisher of true Diuinitie,
That for the Soules good wisedome doth commence,
Confuting Vice, and driuing Error thence:
Was built by Sigisbert: but wrought effectually
By Kings and Lords of famous memorie.
The Nurse of Learning and Experience,
The Chearisher of true Diuinitie,
That for the Soules good wisedome doth commence,
Confuting Vice, and driuing Error thence:
Was built by Sigisbert: but wrought effectually
By Kings and Lords of famous memorie.
Ebranke the sonne of stout Mempritius,
Hauing in matrimoniall copulation,
Twentie one wiues in large Britanicus,
And thirtie daughters by iust computation,
And twentie sonnes of estimation,
Builded Caerbranke famous for the name,
Now called Englands Yorke a place of Fame.
Hauing in matrimoniall copulation,
Twentie one wiues in large Britanicus,
And thirtie daughters by iust computation,
And twentie sonnes of estimation,
Builded Caerbranke famous for the name,
Now called Englands Yorke a place of Fame.
He in Albania large and populous,
Now termed Scotland of the Scottish Sect,
Because his deedes should still be counted famous,
The Castle of Maidens there he did erect,
And to good purpose did this worke effect:
But iron-eating Time the Truth doth staine,
For Edingburgh the Citie doth remaine.
Now termed Scotland of the Scottish Sect,
Because his deedes should still be counted famous,
The Castle of Maidens there he did erect,
And to good purpose did this worke effect:
But iron-eating Time the Truth doth staine,
For Edingburgh the Citie doth remaine.
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And in that Maiden Castle he did frame,
To grace the building to the outward eie,
Nine Images of stone plac'd in the same,
Which since haue stay'd times perpetuetie,
In the true forme of worke-mans excellencie:
Not any whit diminisht, but as perfect
As in the first dayes minute they were set.
To grace the building to the outward eie,
Nine Images of stone plac'd in the same,
Which since haue stay'd times perpetuetie,
In the true forme of worke-mans excellencie:
Not any whit diminisht, but as perfect
As in the first dayes minute they were set.
Phœnix.
Nature I muse at your description,
To see how Time that old rust-cankard wretch,
Honors forgetfull Friend, Cities confusion,
That in all Monuments hath made a Breach,
To auncient names brought alteration:
And yet at this day such a place remaines,
That all Times honor past with honor staines.
To see how Time that old rust-cankard wretch,
Honors forgetfull Friend, Cities confusion,
That in all Monuments hath made a Breach,
To auncient names brought alteration:
And yet at this day such a place remaines,
That all Times honor past with honor staines.
Nature.
Those carued old-cut stonie Images,
That beautifie the Princes stately Towers,
That graces with their grace the Pallaces,
And high imperiall Emperizing bowers,
Were neuer raz'd by Times controlling houres:
Nine worthie women almost equiualent,
With those nine worthie men so valient.
That beautifie the Princes stately Towers,
That graces with their grace the Pallaces,
And high imperiall Emperizing bowers,
Were neuer raz'd by Times controlling houres:
Nine worthie women almost equiualent,
With those nine worthie men so valient.
Three of the nine were Iewes, and three were Gentiles,
Three Christians, Honors honorable Sexe,
That from their foes did often beare the spoiles,
And did their proud controlling neighbours vexe,
Which to their name did Noblenesse annexe,
An Embleame for true borne Gentilitie,
To imitate their deedes in chiualrie.
Three Christians, Honors honorable Sexe,
That from their foes did often beare the spoiles,
And did their proud controlling neighbours vexe,
Which to their name did Noblenesse annexe,
An Embleame for true borne Gentilitie,
To imitate their deedes in chiualrie.
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The first Minerua a right worthie Pagon,
That many manlike battailes manly fought,
She first deuiz'd Artillerie of yron,
And Armour for our backes she first found out,
Parting our liues deare hazard from some doubt:
She gouerned the Libians, and got Victories,
With Honor by the lake Tritonides.
That many manlike battailes manly fought,
She first deuiz'd Artillerie of yron,
And Armour for our backes she first found out,
Parting our liues deare hazard from some doubt:
She gouerned the Libians, and got Victories,
With Honor by the lake Tritonides.
Our maine pitcht Battels she first ordered,
Setting a Forme downe to this following Age,
The orders of Incamping she first registred,
And taught the lawes of Armes in equipage,
To after time her skill she did engage:
Apollo was her deare begotten sonne,
In Abrahams time she liu'd till life was donne.
Setting a Forme downe to this following Age,
The orders of Incamping she first registred,
And taught the lawes of Armes in equipage,
To after time her skill she did engage:
Apollo was her deare begotten sonne,
In Abrahams time she liu'd till life was donne.
Semiramis Queene of Assiria,
Was second worthie of this worlds great wonder,
She conquered large Æthiopia,
And brought the Necke of that stout Nation vnder,
Wasting the Countries of rich India:
Her dayes of Honor and of Regiment,
Was in the time of Isaacks gouernment.
Was second worthie of this worlds great wonder,
She conquered large Æthiopia,
And brought the Necke of that stout Nation vnder,
Wasting the Countries of rich India:
Her dayes of Honor and of Regiment,
Was in the time of Isaacks gouernment.
The third and chiefest for Audaciousnesse,
And Enterprises that she tooke in hand,
Was Tomyris full of true Noblenesse,
Queene of the North (as I do vnderstand,)
From forth her eyes she lightned Honors Brand,
And brandished a Sword, a sword of Fame,
That to her weake Sexe yeelded Hectors name.
And Enterprises that she tooke in hand,
Was Tomyris full of true Noblenesse,
Queene of the North (as I do vnderstand,)
From forth her eyes she lightned Honors Brand,
And brandished a Sword, a sword of Fame,
That to her weake Sexe yeelded Hectors name.
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When she receiued newes her sonne was dead,
The Hope and Vnderprop of Scithia,
She put on Armour, and encountered
The Monarch Cyrus King of Persia,
And Gouernor of rich Getulia:
Slue him in fight her Fame for to renew,
Two hundred thousand Souldiers ouerthrew.
The Hope and Vnderprop of Scithia,
She put on Armour, and encountered
The Monarch Cyrus King of Persia,
And Gouernor of rich Getulia:
Slue him in fight her Fame for to renew,
Two hundred thousand Souldiers ouerthrew.
Amongst the Hebrew women we commend,
Iahel the Kenite for the first in bountie,
Whose vncomprehensible valour in the end,
Did free and set at large her captiu'd Countrie,
Oppressed with tyrannicall Miserie:
From dangers imminent of firie Warre,
By killing hand to hand her foe great Sisar.
Iahel the Kenite for the first in bountie,
Whose vncomprehensible valour in the end,
Did free and set at large her captiu'd Countrie,
Oppressed with tyrannicall Miserie:
From dangers imminent of firie Warre,
By killing hand to hand her foe great Sisar.
Debora an Hebrew worthie the second place,
She fortie yeares did gouerne Israel,
In peace preseru'd her Land, her land of Grace,
Where honest sportiue Mirth did alwaies dwell:
Her holy holinesse no tongue can tell,
Nations astonied at her happinesse,
Did grieue to loose her Wisedomes worthinesse.
She fortie yeares did gouerne Israel,
In peace preseru'd her Land, her land of Grace,
Where honest sportiue Mirth did alwaies dwell:
Her holy holinesse no tongue can tell,
Nations astonied at her happinesse,
Did grieue to loose her Wisedomes worthinesse.
Iudith the third that redeliuered,
The strong besieged Citie of Bethulia,
And when the prowd Foe she had vanquished,
And ouercame hot-spur'd Assiria,
Bringing in triumph Holosernes head,
She got a great and greater Victorie,
Then thousand Souldiers in their maiestie.
The strong besieged Citie of Bethulia,
And when the prowd Foe she had vanquished,
And ouercame hot-spur'd Assiria,
Bringing in triumph Holosernes head,
She got a great and greater Victorie,
Then thousand Souldiers in their maiestie.
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The first of Christians was faire Maud the Countesse,
Countesse of Aaiow, daughter to a King,
Englands first Henry: Almaines Empresse,
Heire indubitate, and her Fathers ofspring,
She titles to the English Crowne did bring:
She ne're desisted from the warlike field,
Till that vsurped Stephen of Blois did yeeld,
And condiscended to her sonnes deare right,
That war-like Maude had reobtain'd by might.
Countesse of Aaiow, daughter to a King,
Englands first Henry: Almaines Empresse,
Heire indubitate, and her Fathers ofspring,
She titles to the English Crowne did bring:
She ne're desisted from the warlike field,
Till that vsurped Stephen of Blois did yeeld,
And condiscended to her sonnes deare right,
That war-like Maude had reobtain'd by might.
The second was Elizabeth of Aragon,
Queene and wife to honorable Ferdinando:
She stoutly fought for propagation
Of Christian Faith; brought to subuersion,
The forsaken infidels of Granado,
Reducing that proud prouince all in one,
To follow Christs vnspotted true Religion.
Queene and wife to honorable Ferdinando:
She stoutly fought for propagation
Of Christian Faith; brought to subuersion,
The forsaken infidels of Granado,
Reducing that proud prouince all in one,
To follow Christs vnspotted true Religion.
The last was Iohane of Naples true borne Queene,
Sister to Ladislaus King of Hungarie,
A woman that defended (as twas seene,)
Her countries great and gracious libertie,
By force of laudable Armes and Chiualrie,
Against the Sarasins inuasion,
And proud hot warres of princely Aragon.
Sister to Ladislaus King of Hungarie,
A woman that defended (as twas seene,)
Her countries great and gracious libertie,
By force of laudable Armes and Chiualrie,
Against the Sarasins inuasion,
And proud hot warres of princely Aragon.
Thus haue I in the honor of their worth,
Laid ope their Progenie, their Deedes, their Armes,
Their ofspring, and their honorable Birth,
That is a Lanthorne lightning their true Fames,
Which Truth can neuer burne in Enuies flames:
Worthie of wonder are these three times three,
Folded in brazen Leaues of memorie.
Laid ope their Progenie, their Deedes, their Armes,
Their ofspring, and their honorable Birth,
That is a Lanthorne lightning their true Fames,
Which Truth can neuer burne in Enuies flames:
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Folded in brazen Leaues of memorie.
Windsor a Castle of exceeding strength,
First built by Aruiragus Brytaines King,
But finished by Arthur at the length,
Of whose rare deedes our Chronicles do ring,
And Poets in their verse his praise do sing:
For his Round-table and his war-like Fights,
Whose valiantnesse the coward Mind affrights.
First built by Aruiragus Brytaines King,
But finished by Arthur at the length,
Of whose rare deedes our Chronicles do ring,
And Poets in their verse his praise do sing:
For his Round-table and his war-like Fights,
Whose valiantnesse the coward Mind affrights.
This Brytish King in warres a Conquerer,
And wondrous happie in his Victories,
Was a companion of this noble Order,
And with his person grac'd these Dignities,
Great dignities of high exceeding Valour:
For he himselfe the selfe-same Honor tooke,
That all his following States did euer brooke.
And wondrous happie in his Victories,
Was a companion of this noble Order,
And with his person grac'd these Dignities,
Great dignities of high exceeding Valour:
For he himselfe the selfe-same Honor tooke,
That all his following States did euer brooke.
This Paragon whose name our time affrights,
At Windsor Castle dubbed in one day,
One hundred and iust fortie valiant Knights,
With his keene trustie Sword, and onely stay,
(Cald Dridwin) that his Loue did ouersway:
And with that Sword the very day before,
He slue as many Saxon foes or more.
At Windsor Castle dubbed in one day,
One hundred and iust fortie valiant Knights,
With his keene trustie Sword, and onely stay,
(Cald Dridwin) that his Loue did ouersway:
And with that Sword the very day before,
He slue as many Saxon foes or more.
But English Edward third of Memorie,
In blessed and religious zeale of Loue,
Built vp a Colledge of exceeding glory,
That his kind care to England did approue,
This Colledge doth this Castle beautifie:
The Honor of the place is held so deare,
That many famous Kings are buried there.
In blessed and religious zeale of Loue,
Built vp a Colledge of exceeding glory,
That his kind care to England did approue,
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The Honor of the place is held so deare,
That many famous Kings are buried there.
But one rare thing exceeding admirable,
That to this day is held in great renowne,
And to all Forreiners is memorable,
The Name of which makes Englands foes to frowne,
And puls the pride of forreine Nations downe,
Knights of the Garter and Saint Georges Crosse,
Betok'ning to the Foe a bloudie losse.
That to this day is held in great renowne,
And to all Forreiners is memorable,
The Name of which makes Englands foes to frowne,
And puls the pride of forreine Nations downe,
Knights of the Garter and Saint Georges Crosse,
Betok'ning to the Foe a bloudie losse.
Here followeth the Birth, Life and Death of honourable Arthur King of Brittaine.
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The strange Birth, honorable Coronation, and most vnhappie Death of famous Arthur King of Brytaine.
Of noble Arthurs birth, of Arthurs fall,
Of Arthurs solemne Coronation,
Of Arthurs famous deedes Heroyicall,
Of Arthurs battels and inuasion,
And that high minded worthie Brytish King,
Shall my wits memorie be deifying.
Of Arthurs solemne Coronation,
Of Arthurs famous deedes Heroyicall,
Of Arthurs battels and inuasion,
And that high minded worthie Brytish King,
Shall my wits memorie be deifying.
In the last time of Vter surnam'd Pendragon,
So called for his wittie pollicies,
Being a King of estimation,
In famous Brytaine mongst his owne allies,
There was a mightie Duke that gouern'd Cornwaile,
That held long warre, and did this King assaile.
So called for his wittie pollicies,
Being a King of estimation,
In famous Brytaine mongst his owne allies,
There was a mightie Duke that gouern'd Cornwaile,
That held long warre, and did this King assaile.
This Duke was nam'd the Duke of Tintagil:
After these hot bred warres were come to end,
He soiourn'd at a place cald Terrabil,
From whence Pendragon for this Duke did send,
And being wounded sore with Cupids sting,
Charg'd him his Wife vnto the Court to bring.
After these hot bred warres were come to end,
He soiourn'd at a place cald Terrabil,
From whence Pendragon for this Duke did send,
And being wounded sore with Cupids sting,
Charg'd him his Wife vnto the Court to bring.
His Wife a passing Ladie, louely, wise,
Chaste to her husbands cleare vnspotted bed,
Whose honor-bearing Fame none could supprize,
But Vesta-like her little time she led:
Igrene her name on whose vnequall beautie
Pendragon doted, led by humane folly.
Chaste to her husbands cleare vnspotted bed,
Whose honor-bearing Fame none could supprize,
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Igrene her name on whose vnequall beautie
Pendragon doted, led by humane folly.
At length he broke his mind vnto a Lord,
A trustie Councellour and noble Friend,
That soone vnto his minds griefe did accord,
And his Kings louing loue-thoughts did commend,
Telling Pendragon this should be his best,
To tell the Dutchesse of his sweete request.
A trustie Councellour and noble Friend,
That soone vnto his minds griefe did accord,
And his Kings louing loue-thoughts did commend,
Telling Pendragon this should be his best,
To tell the Dutchesse of his sweete request.
But she a Woman, sterne, inexorable,
Willing fond Lusts inchauntments to resist,
All his tongues smoothing words not penetrable,
In her chaste bosomes Gate could not insist,
But straight she told her Husband how she sped,
Lest that his grace should be dishonoured.
Willing fond Lusts inchauntments to resist,
All his tongues smoothing words not penetrable,
In her chaste bosomes Gate could not insist,
But straight she told her Husband how she sped,
Lest that his grace should be dishonoured.
And counseld him to passe away in haste,
That Nights darke duskie mantle might oreshade,
Their flying bodies, least at last they taste,
More miserie then Time did ere inuade,
“For Lust is such a hot inflamed thing,
“It gouerneth mans senses, rules a King.
That Nights darke duskie mantle might oreshade,
Their flying bodies, least at last they taste,
More miserie then Time did ere inuade,
“For Lust is such a hot inflamed thing,
“It gouerneth mans senses, rules a King.
And as the Duchesse spake, the Duke departed,
That neither Vter nor his Councell knew,
How his deepe bosomes Lord the Dutchesse thwarted,
But marke the story well what did ensue:
Soone as the King perceiued their intent,
Intemperate Rage made him impatient.
That neither Vter nor his Councell knew,
How his deepe bosomes Lord the Dutchesse thwarted,
But marke the story well what did ensue:
Soone as the King perceiued their intent,
Intemperate Rage made him impatient.
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Away with Musicke for your strings do iarre,
Your sound is full of Discords, harsh and ill,
Your Diapazon, makes a humming warre
Within mine eares, and doth my sences fill
With immelodious mourning; She is gone
That rul'd your selues and Instruments alone.
Your sound is full of Discords, harsh and ill,
Your Diapazon, makes a humming warre
Within mine eares, and doth my sences fill
With immelodious mourning; She is gone
That rul'd your selues and Instruments alone.
Away fond riming Ouid, lest thou write
Of Prognes murther, or Lucretias rape,
Of Igrens iourney taken in the night,
That in the blacke gloom'd silence did escape:
O could no Dogge haue bark'd, no Cocke haue crow'd,
That niight her passage to the King haue show'd.
Of Prognes murther, or Lucretias rape,
Of Igrens iourney taken in the night,
That in the blacke gloom'd silence did escape:
O could no Dogge haue bark'd, no Cocke haue crow'd,
That niight her passage to the King haue show'd.
No mirth pleasde Vter, but grimme Melancholy
Haunted his heeles, and when he sate to rest,
He pondred in his mind Igrenas beautie,
Of whom his care-craz'd head was full possest:
Nothing was now contentiue to his mind,
But Igrenes name, Igrene to him vnkind.
Haunted his heeles, and when he sate to rest,
He pondred in his mind Igrenas beautie,
Of whom his care-craz'd head was full possest:
Nothing was now contentiue to his mind,
But Igrenes name, Igrene to him vnkind.
At last his noble Peeres with pitie mou'd,
To see the Kings sodaine perplexitie,
With a great care that their Liege Emperour lou'd,
For to allay his great extremitie,
Did counsell him to send for Garloyes wife,
As he would answer it vpon his life.
To see the Kings sodaine perplexitie,
With a great care that their Liege Emperour lou'd,
For to allay his great extremitie,
Did counsell him to send for Garloyes wife,
As he would answer it vpon his life.
Then presently a Messenger was sent,
To tell the Duke of his wifes secret folly:
This was the substance of his whole intent,
To bring his wife to Court immediatly:
Or within threescore dayes he did protest,
To fetch him thither to his litle rest.
To tell the Duke of his wifes secret folly:
This was the substance of his whole intent,
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Or within threescore dayes he did protest,
To fetch him thither to his litle rest.
Which when the Duke had warning, straight he furnish'd
Two Castles with wel-fenc'd artillerie,
With vitailes and with men he garnish'd,
His strongest Holds for such an enemie:
And in the one he put his hearts-deare Treasure,
Faire Igrene that he loued out of measure,
Two Castles with wel-fenc'd artillerie,
With vitailes and with men he garnish'd,
His strongest Holds for such an enemie:
And in the one he put his hearts-deare Treasure,
Faire Igrene that he loued out of measure,
That Castle which the Duke himselfe did hold,
Had many Posternes out and issues thence,
In which to trust his life he might be bold,
And safely the warres Furie to commence:
But after-telling time did wonders worke,
That Foxes in their holes can neuer lurke.
Had many Posternes out and issues thence,
In which to trust his life he might be bold,
And safely the warres Furie to commence:
But after-telling time did wonders worke,
That Foxes in their holes can neuer lurke.
Then in all haste came Vter with his hoast,
Pitching his rich pauilions on the ground,
Of his aspiring mind he did not boast,
For Loue and Anger did his thoughts confound,
Hot warre was made on both sides, people slaine,
And many Death-doore-knocking Soules complaine.
Pitching his rich pauilions on the ground,
Of his aspiring mind he did not boast,
For Loue and Anger did his thoughts confound,
Hot warre was made on both sides, people slaine,
And many Death-doore-knocking Soules complaine.
Loue and minds anguish so perplext the King,
For Igrene that incomparable Dame,
That Cupids sicknesse pearc'd him with a sting,
And his warres lowd Alarums ouercame,
Venus intreated Mars awhile to stay,
And make this time a sporting Holiday.
For Igrene that incomparable Dame,
That Cupids sicknesse pearc'd him with a sting,
And his warres lowd Alarums ouercame,
Venus intreated Mars awhile to stay,
And make this time a sporting Holiday.
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Then came sir Ulfius a most noble Knight,
And askt his king the cause of his disease,
Being willing in a subiects gracious right,
Vter Pendragons mind in heart to please:
Ah said the King, Igrene doth captiuate
My Heart, and makes my Senses subiugate.
And askt his king the cause of his disease,
Being willing in a subiects gracious right,
Vter Pendragons mind in heart to please:
Ah said the King, Igrene doth captiuate
My Heart, and makes my Senses subiugate.
Courage my gracious Liege, I will go find
That true diuining prophet of our Nation,
Merlin the wise that shall content your mind,
And be a Moderator in this action:
His learning, wisedome, and vnseene experience,
Shall quickly giue a Salue for loues offence,
That true diuining prophet of our Nation,
Merlin the wise that shall content your mind,
And be a Moderator in this action:
His learning, wisedome, and vnseene experience,
Shall quickly giue a Salue for loues offence,
So Vlfius at the length from him departed,
Asking for Merlin as he past the way,
Who by great fortunes chance sir Vlfius thwarted,
As he went by in beggers base aray:
Demanding of the Knight in baseuesse meeke,
Who was the man he went so farre to seeke?
Asking for Merlin as he past the way,
Who by great fortunes chance sir Vlfius thwarted,
As he went by in beggers base aray:
Demanding of the Knight in baseuesse meeke,
Who was the man he went so farre to seeke?
Vlfius amazed at his base attire,
Told him it was presumption to demaund
The name of him for whom he did enquire,
And therefore would not yeeld to his command:
Alas said Merlin I do plainly see,
Merlin you seeke, that Merlin I am he.
Told him it was presumption to demaund
The name of him for whom he did enquire,
And therefore would not yeeld to his command:
Alas said Merlin I do plainly see,
Merlin you seeke, that Merlin I am he.
And if the King will but fulfill my hest,
And will reward my true deseruing heart,
In his loues agonies he shal be blest,
So that he follow what I shall impart,
Vpon my Knighthood he will honor thee,
With fauour & rewards most royally.
And will reward my true deseruing heart,
In his loues agonies he shal be blest,
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Vpon my Knighthood he will honor thee,
With fauour & rewards most royally.
Then Vlfius glad departed in all hast,
And rode a maine to king Pendragons sight,
Telling his Grace Merlin he met at last,
That like a Lampe will giue his Louelaies light,
Where is the man? I wisht for him before.
See where he stands my Liege at yonder doore.
And rode a maine to king Pendragons sight,
Telling his Grace Merlin he met at last,
That like a Lampe will giue his Louelaies light,
Where is the man? I wisht for him before.
See where he stands my Liege at yonder doore.
When Vter saw the man, a sudden ioy,
And vncompre'nded gladnesse fild his hart:
With kind embracements met him on the way,
And to him gan his secrets to impart.
Leaue off, quoth Merlin, I do know your mind,
The faire-fac'd Lady Igrene is vnkind.
And vncompre'nded gladnesse fild his hart:
With kind embracements met him on the way,
And to him gan his secrets to impart.
Leaue off, quoth Merlin, I do know your mind,
The faire-fac'd Lady Igrene is vnkind.
But if your Maiesty will here protest,
And sweare as you are lawfull King annointed,
To do my will, nothing shall you molest,
But follow my directions being appointed.
I sweare quoth Vter by the Euangelists,
He dyes for me that once thy will resists.
And sweare as you are lawfull King annointed,
To do my will, nothing shall you molest,
But follow my directions being appointed.
I sweare quoth Vter by the Euangelists,
He dyes for me that once thy will resists.
Sir, said the Prophet Merline, this I craue,
That shall betoken well what ere betide,
The first faire sportiue Night that you shall haue,
Lying safely nuzled by faire Igrenes side,
You shall beget a sonne whose very Name,
In after-stealing Time his foes shall tame.
That shall betoken well what ere betide,
The first faire sportiue Night that you shall haue,
Lying safely nuzled by faire Igrenes side,
You shall beget a sonne whose very Name,
In after-stealing Time his foes shall tame.
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That child being borne your Grace must giue to me,
For to be nourished at my appointment,
That shal redound much to his maiestie,
And to your Graces gracious good intent:
That shall be done: (quoth Merlin) let's away,
For you shall sleepe with Igrene ere't be day.
For to be nourished at my appointment,
That shal redound much to his maiestie,
And to your Graces gracious good intent:
That shall be done: (quoth Merlin) let's away,
For you shall sleepe with Igrene ere't be day.
And as Ioue stole to faire Alcmenas bed,
In counterfeiting great Amphytrio,
By the same lust-directed line being led,
To Igrenes louely chamber must you go:
You shall be like the Duke her husbands greatnesse,
And in his place possesse her Husbands sweetnesse.
In counterfeiting great Amphytrio,
By the same lust-directed line being led,
To Igrenes louely chamber must you go:
You shall be like the Duke her husbands greatnesse,
And in his place possesse her Husbands sweetnesse.
And you my noble Lord sir Vlfius,
Shall be much like sir Brustias a faire Knight,
And I will counterfeit the good Iordanus,
And thus weele passe together in the night,
But see you question not, say you are diseased,
And hie to bed there shall your heart be pleased.
Shall be much like sir Brustias a faire Knight,
And I will counterfeit the good Iordanus,
And thus weele passe together in the night,
But see you question not, say you are diseased,
And hie to bed there shall your heart be pleased.
But on the morow do not rise my Liege,
Vntill I come to councell for the best,
For ten miles off you know doth lie the Siege,
That will not turne these night-sports to a iest,
Pendragon pleas'd hafted for to embrace,
The sweet'st got pray that euer King did chase.
Vntill I come to councell for the best,
For ten miles off you know doth lie the Siege,
That will not turne these night-sports to a iest,
Pendragon pleas'd hafted for to embrace,
The sweet'st got pray that euer King did chase.
Soone as the Duke of Tintagill did perceiue,
That Vter left alone his royall armie,
He issued from his Castle to bereaue,
The souldiers of their liues by pollicie:
But see his fortune, by that wily traine,
That he had laid for others he was slaine.
That Vter left alone his royall armie,
He issued from his Castle to bereaue,
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But see his fortune, by that wily traine,
That he had laid for others he was slaine.
The subtill-lust directed King went on,
Maskt in a strange deuised new found shape,
To simple-minded Igrene vnlike Pendragon,
And three long houres lay in his louers lap:
There he begat the christian King of Kings,
Whose fame Caister Swannes in pleasure sings.
Maskt in a strange deuised new found shape,
To simple-minded Igrene vnlike Pendragon,
And three long houres lay in his louers lap:
There he begat the christian King of Kings,
Whose fame Caister Swannes in pleasure sings.
Assoone as day-betok'ning Phœbus Chariot,
Had crost his sisters waggon in the skie,
Merlin in haste to Vters chamber got,
Bidding good morrow to his Maiestie:
And told him vnrecalled Time did stay,
To haste him from his pleasure thence away.
Had crost his sisters waggon in the skie,
Merlin in haste to Vters chamber got,
Bidding good morrow to his Maiestie:
And told him vnrecalled Time did stay,
To haste him from his pleasure thence away.
Vter amaz'd with Igrene in his armes,
Wisht that the Prophet had no vse of tongue,
Whose dolefull sound breath'd forth these harsh Alarmes,
And like the night-Crow craokt a deadly song;
Ah what a hell of griefe t'was to depart,
And leaue the new-got Treasure of his heart.
Wisht that the Prophet had no vse of tongue,
Whose dolefull sound breath'd forth these harsh Alarmes,
And like the night-Crow craokt a deadly song;
Ah what a hell of griefe t'was to depart,
And leaue the new-got Treasure of his heart.
Then by the lawne-like Hand he tooke his louer,
Being warm'd with blood of a dissembling Husband,
Desire in her cheekes she could not smother,
And her Loue-dazeling eye none could withstand:
He kist her twice or thrice and bad adue,
As willing his nights pleasure to renue:
Being warm'd with blood of a dissembling Husband,
Desire in her cheekes she could not smother,
And her Loue-dazeling eye none could withstand:
He kist her twice or thrice and bad adue,
As willing his nights pleasure to renue:
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But when the late betrayed Lady knew,
How that her true betrothed Lord was slaine,
Ere that nights reuelling did first ensue,
In secret to her selfe she wept amaine:
Amaz'd and maruelling who that should be,
That rob'd her husband of his treasurie.
How that her true betrothed Lord was slaine,
Ere that nights reuelling did first ensue,
In secret to her selfe she wept amaine:
Amaz'd and maruelling who that should be,
That rob'd her husband of his treasurie.
And to her selfe she gan for to relate,
The iniuries of her vnspotted life,
And in her mind she liu'd disconsolate,
Banning her base-bad Fortune being a wife;
Wishing for euer she had liu'd a maide,
Rather then her chast thoughts should be betraid.
The iniuries of her vnspotted life,
And in her mind she liu'd disconsolate,
Banning her base-bad Fortune being a wife;
Wishing for euer she had liu'd a maide,
Rather then her chast thoughts should be betraid.
The noble Councell that attended Vter,
Began with grauitie for to deuise,
That (where their King had doted much vpon her)
Her beautie his young thoughts to equalize,
To knit them both in Hymens sacred right,
And then in lawfull wife to tast delight.
Began with grauitie for to deuise,
That (where their King had doted much vpon her)
Her beautie his young thoughts to equalize,
To knit them both in Hymens sacred right,
And then in lawfull wife to tast delight.
This motion made vnto their Soueraigne,
Of a warme lustie stomacke youthfull bloud,
Thought it a heauen such a Saint to gaine,
That would reuiue his spirits, do him good:
And gaue consent to haue her honoured,
With mariage Rites, the which were soone performed.
Of a warme lustie stomacke youthfull bloud,
Thought it a heauen such a Saint to gaine,
That would reuiue his spirits, do him good:
And gaue consent to haue her honoured,
With mariage Rites, the which were soone performed.
Halfe a yeare after as the King and Queene,
Then growing great with child a bed were lying,
The Curtaines drawne vnwilling to be seene:
This pollicie the King himselfe deuising:
Asking whose child it was that she did beare,
Speake gentle Igrene tell me without feare.
Then growing great with child a bed were lying,
The Curtaines drawne vnwilling to be seene:
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Asking whose child it was that she did beare,
Speake gentle Igrene tell me without feare.
The Queene amazed at this question,
Being fully wrapt in pale timiditie,
Knew not to answer this sad action,
Because she fully knew her innocencie:
He vrg'd her still, at length she waxed bold,
And stoutly to the King the truth she told.
Being fully wrapt in pale timiditie,
Knew not to answer this sad action,
Because she fully knew her innocencie:
He vrg'd her still, at length she waxed bold,
And stoutly to the King the truth she told.
With that he kist his Queene that was beguil'd,
And did recomfort her being halfe forlorne,
Telling t'was he that did beget the child,
The child that from her faire wombe should be borne:
With that a sudden ioy did repossesse
Her pensiue hart, whome Fortune late did blesse.
And did recomfort her being halfe forlorne,
Telling t'was he that did beget the child,
The child that from her faire wombe should be borne:
With that a sudden ioy did repossesse
Her pensiue hart, whome Fortune late did blesse.
Then Merlin (that did alwaies loue the King,
As bearing chiefe affiance to his countrey)
Sought to prouide for the childs nourishing,
Therein to shew his well disposed dutie.
As thou decreest said Vter, must it be,
My deare Sonnes fortunes Ile commit to thee.
As bearing chiefe affiance to his countrey)
Sought to prouide for the childs nourishing,
Therein to shew his well disposed dutie.
As thou decreest said Vter, must it be,
My deare Sonnes fortunes Ile commit to thee.
Well said the Prophet, I do know a Lord,
A faithfull passing true disposed man,
That to your Graces pleasure will accord,
And in your seruice do the best he can:
Commit your child vnto his custodie,
A man renoun'd in famous Britany.
A faithfull passing true disposed man,
That to your Graces pleasure will accord,
And in your seruice do the best he can:
Commit your child vnto his custodie,
A man renoun'd in famous Britany.
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His name Sir Hector: send a Messenger,
To will him come vnto the Court with speede,
And that your Maiestie must needes conferre,
Of matters helpefull in a Princes neede.
When he is come your Grace may certifie,
You'le put your sonne & heire to his deliuerie.
To will him come vnto the Court with speede,
And that your Maiestie must needes conferre,
Of matters helpefull in a Princes neede.
When he is come your Grace may certifie,
You'le put your sonne & heire to his deliuerie.
And when that Fortunes child kind Fortunes heire,
(For so the Destinies prognosticate)
Shall be brought foorth into the open aire,
That of faire Igrene lately was begate:
At yonder priuie Posterne being vnchristened,
You must deliuer it me to be baptized.
(For so the Destinies prognosticate)
Shall be brought foorth into the open aire,
That of faire Igrene lately was begate:
At yonder priuie Posterne being vnchristened,
You must deliuer it me to be baptized.
As Merlin had deuised, so t'was done:
For all the Court to him did yeeld obeysance:
And now Sir Hector to the King is come,
And to Pendragon made his deare affiance,
Wishing his Wife might nourish that bright sonne,
Whose Mornings glorie was not yet begunne.
For all the Court to him did yeeld obeysance:
And now Sir Hector to the King is come,
And to Pendragon made his deare affiance,
Wishing his Wife might nourish that bright sonne,
Whose Mornings glorie was not yet begunne.
Then when the louely Queene was soone deliuered,
Of that rich bearing Burthen to her ioy,
The King himselfe in person hath commaunded,
Two Ladies and two Knights to beare the boy,
Bound vp in cloth of gold being rich of State,
And giue it to the pooreman at the gate,
Of that rich bearing Burthen to her ioy,
The King himselfe in person hath commaunded,
Two Ladies and two Knights to beare the boy,
Bound vp in cloth of gold being rich of State,
And giue it to the pooreman at the gate,
So Merlin had the Prince at his disposing,
Committing it to Hectors faithfull wife:
Now nothing wanted but the sweete baptizing,
To grace the Prince of Princes all his life:
A holy reuerent Man indu'de with fame,
Arthur of Britaine cald the Princes name.
Committing it to Hectors faithfull wife:
Now nothing wanted but the sweete baptizing,
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A holy reuerent Man indu'de with fame,
Arthur of Britaine cald the Princes name.
After the royall Solemnation,
Of that blacke mournfull weping funerall,
Of Vter that we name the great Pendragon,
By subtill practise brought vnto his fall:
The sixteenth yeare of his victorious raigne,
By poison was this braue Pendragon slaine,
Of that blacke mournfull weping funerall,
Of Vter that we name the great Pendragon,
By subtill practise brought vnto his fall:
The sixteenth yeare of his victorious raigne,
By poison was this braue Pendragon slaine,
His body vnto Stone-heng being brought,
Hard by his brother Aurelius is he laid,
In a faire Monument then richly wrought,
Dead is the King whose life his foes dismaid,
But from his loynes he left a sonne behind,
The right Idea of his fathers mind.
Hard by his brother Aurelius is he laid,
In a faire Monument then richly wrought,
Dead is the King whose life his foes dismaid,
But from his loynes he left a sonne behind,
The right Idea of his fathers mind.
Great Arthur whom we call the Britaines King,
A man renown'd for famous victories,
Saxons and Pictes to homage he did bring,
As you may read in auncient histories:
Our later Chronicles do testifie,
King Arthurs noble mind in Chiualrie.
A man renown'd for famous victories,
Saxons and Pictes to homage he did bring,
As you may read in auncient histories:
Our later Chronicles do testifie,
King Arthurs noble mind in Chiualrie.
Twelue noble battels did King Arthur fight,
Against the Saxons men of hardie strength,
And in the battels put them still to flight,
Bringing them in subiection at the length:
He neuer stroue to driue them quite away,
But stragling here and there he let them stay.
Against the Saxons men of hardie strength,
And in the battels put them still to flight,
Bringing them in subiection at the length:
He neuer stroue to driue them quite away,
But stragling here and there he let them stay.
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In Southry, Kent, and Norfolke did they dwell,
Still owing homage to king Arthures greatnesse,
Whose puissance their pride did alwaies quell,
Yet did he temper rigour with his meeknesse:
And like a Lion scorn'd to touch the Lambe,
Where they submissiue-like vnto him came,
Still owing homage to king Arthures greatnesse,
Whose puissance their pride did alwaies quell,
Yet did he temper rigour with his meeknesse:
And like a Lion scorn'd to touch the Lambe,
Where they submissiue-like vnto him came,
Against the Pictes he held continuall warre,
The which vnto the Saxons were allide,
And with the subtill Scot did alwaies iarre,
Who neuer true to Arthur would abide:
But (scorning his aduancement to the Crowne)
Did thinke by force to pull his greatnesse downe.
The which vnto the Saxons were allide,
And with the subtill Scot did alwaies iarre,
Who neuer true to Arthur would abide:
But (scorning his aduancement to the Crowne)
Did thinke by force to pull his greatnesse downe.
The chiefest cause of this hot mortall strife,
That mou'd these Kings to be dissentious,
Was that the King of Pictes had tane to wife
The eldest sister of Aurelius,
And Cornon king of Scots had married
The youngest sister to his Princely bed.
That mou'd these Kings to be dissentious,
Was that the King of Pictes had tane to wife
The eldest sister of Aurelius,
And Cornon king of Scots had married
The youngest sister to his Princely bed.
Wherefore they thought the Brytish Regiment,
Should haue descended to the lawfull heires
Of Anna, wife to both in gouernment,
And he as King to rule their great affaires:
And do inferre king Arthures barstardie,
And vniust claime to that high dignitie.
Should haue descended to the lawfull heires
Of Anna, wife to both in gouernment,
And he as King to rule their great affaires:
And do inferre king Arthures barstardie,
And vniust claime to that high dignitie.
And presently they do dispatch in hast,
Ambassadours to famous Brytanie,
Of their great Peeres for to demaund at last,
The kingdomes Crowne and kingdomes Royaltie:
Who scorning for to heare a stranger nam'd,
Crowned king Arthur, whom the world hath fam'd.
Ambassadours to famous Brytanie,
Of their great Peeres for to demaund at last,
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Who scorning for to heare a stranger nam'd,
Crowned king Arthur, whom the world hath fam'd.
The Coronation of King Arthur, and the Solemnitie thereof: the proud message of the Romanes, and the whole resolution of King Arthur and his Nobles.
The appointed time and great Solemnitie,
Approched of king Arthurs Coronation,
To which high states of mightie Dignitie,
Assembled at the Citie of Caerleon,
In Cæsars time cal'd Vrbs Legionum:
A Title doubtlesse bearing some import,
Where many famous Brytaines did resort.
Approched of king Arthurs Coronation,
To which high states of mightie Dignitie,
Assembled at the Citie of Caerleon,
In Cæsars time cal'd Vrbs Legionum:
A Title doubtlesse bearing some import,
Where many famous Brytaines did resort.
To grace king Arthur whom the Britaines loued,
Came three Arch-bishops Englands chiefe renowne,
Both London, Yorke, and Dubright Honor moued,
On Arthurs head to set the British Crowne,
That after puld the pride of Nations downe:
Vnto the Pallace of this princely King,
They were conuay'd where true-born Fame did spring.
Came three Arch-bishops Englands chiefe renowne,
Both London, Yorke, and Dubright Honor moued,
On Arthurs head to set the British Crowne,
That after puld the pride of Nations downe:
Vnto the Pallace of this princely King,
They were conuay'd where true-born Fame did spring.
Dubright (because the Court at that time lay
Within the compasse of his Diocesse)
In his owne person on this Royall day,
Richly to furnish him he did addresse,
His loue vnto his King he did expresse,
And at his hands the King was dignified,
When Aue Cæsar lowd the people cride.
Within the compasse of his Diocesse)
In his owne person on this Royall day,
Richly to furnish him he did addresse,
His loue vnto his King he did expresse,
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When Aue Cæsar lowd the people cride.
This happie Coronation being ended,
The King was brought in sumptuous royaltie,
With all the peoples harts being befriended,
To the Cathedrall church of that same See,
Being the Metropoliticall in nobilitie,
With lowd exclaiming ioy of peoples voyce,
That God might blesse their Land for such a choice.
The King was brought in sumptuous royaltie,
With all the peoples harts being befriended,
To the Cathedrall church of that same See,
Being the Metropoliticall in nobilitie,
With lowd exclaiming ioy of peoples voyce,
That God might blesse their Land for such a choice.
On either hand did two Archbishops ride,
Supporting Arthur of Britania,
And foure Kings before him did abide,
Angisell King of stout Albania,
And Cadual King of Venedocia,
Cador of Cornewaile mongst these Princes past,
And Sater of Demetia was the last.
Supporting Arthur of Britania,
And foure Kings before him did abide,
Angisell King of stout Albania,
And Cadual King of Venedocia,
Cador of Cornewaile mongst these Princes past,
And Sater of Demetia was the last.
These foure attired in rich ornaments,
Foure golden Swords before the King did beare,
Betokening foure royall Gouernments,
And foure true Noble harts not dreading feare,
That Enuie from their breasts can neuer teare:
Before them playd such well-tun'd melodie,
That birds did sing to make it heauenly.
Foure golden Swords before the King did beare,
Betokening foure royall Gouernments,
And foure true Noble harts not dreading feare,
That Enuie from their breasts can neuer teare:
Before them playd such well-tun'd melodie,
That birds did sing to make it heauenly.
King Arthurs Queene vnto the Church was brought,
With many noble Peeres being conducted:
Her Armes and Titles royally were wrought,
And to her noble Fame were garnished,
That Infamie had neare diminished:
Foure Queenes before her bore foure siluer Doues,
Expressing their true Faith and husbands Loues.
With many noble Peeres being conducted:
Her Armes and Titles royally were wrought,
And to her noble Fame were garnished,
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Foure Queenes before her bore foure siluer Doues,
Expressing their true Faith and husbands Loues.
To braue King Arthur on this solemne feast,
This day of high vnspeakeable dignitie,
Came foure graue discreet persons of the best,
From Romes Lieutenant, proud in Maiestie,
Carying in token of their Embassage,
Greene Oliue boughs, and their deare Lieges message.
This day of high vnspeakeable dignitie,
Came foure graue discreet persons of the best,
From Romes Lieutenant, proud in Maiestie,
Carying in token of their Embassage,
Greene Oliue boughs, and their deare Lieges message.
The Epistle of Lucius Tiberius the Romane Lieutenant, to Arthur King of Britanie.
Lvcius Tiberius, Romes great gouernour,To Arthur King of large Britania,
As he deserueth fauour at our hands:
Rome and the Romane Senators do wonder,
And I my selfe exceedingly do muse,
To thinke of thy audacious haughtie mind,
And thy tyrannicall dealing to our State:
Hote firie Anger boyleth in my breast,
And I am mou'd with honour of the cause,
For to reuenge thy Iniuries to Rome:
And that like one or'proud of his estate,
Refusest to acknowledge her thy head,
Neither regardest speedily to redresse,
Thy base and blind obliuious ouersight,
And vniust dealing to offend the Senate,
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Vnlesse Forgetfulnesse do bleare thine eyes,
Thou knowst the whole huge Circle of the world,
Are made Contributorie and owe vs homage.
The tribute that the Britaines ought to pay,
The which the Senate did demaund of thee,
Being due vnto the Romaine Emperie:
For that braue Iulius Cæsar had enioy'd,
And many worthy Romanes many yeares,
Thou in contempt of vs and our Estate,
Our honorable Estate and dignitie,
Presum'st iniuriously for to detaine:
The corsines of wel-seated Gallia,
The Provinces of Sauoy and Daulphine,
With hot-flam'd fierie warre hast thou subdude,
And gotten in thy large possession;
The Ilands of the bordring Ocean,
The Kings whereof so long as we enioy'd them,
Payd tribute to our Noble auncestors.
The Senate highly mou'd with thy presumption,
Determine for to redemaund amends,
And restitution for thy open wrongs:
I therefore from the noble Senatours,
Commaund thee on thy true Allegiance,
To Rome, to them, to me, and our Estate,
That in the midst of August next ensuing,
Thou do repaire to Rome, there for to answer,
Before the worthie Senate and the Lords
Thy Trespasse; and abide arbitrement,
Such as by them shall there be ordred,
And iustice shall impose vpon thy head:
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I will forthwith inuade thy Territories,
Wast thy whole Countrey, burne thy Townes and Cities;
And what so ere thy rashnesse hath detain'd,
From Rome or from the Romaine Emperie,
I will by dint of sword subdue againe.
Thus arm'd with hopefull Resolution,
Weele stay thy answer of submission.
Lu. Tib.
Cador the Duke of Cornewaile his Oration to the King.
Renowmed Arthur and thrice-worthie Britaine:O how a liuely bloud doth fill my veines,
At this proud message of the hawtie Romaines,
I hitherto my Lord haue bene in feare,
Lest that the worthy Britaines with much ease,
And long continuall, peace and quietnesse,
Should grow to too much slouth and cowardize,
And lose that honorable Reputation,
Of Chiualrie and Martiall discipline:
Wherein (right Noble King) we haue bene counted,
For to surmount all Nations of the world.
For where the vse of Armes is not esteem'd,
But buried in Obliuions loathsome caue,
And want on dallying held in æstimate,
It cannot chuse but pale-fac'd Cowardize,
Must dimme and cleane deface all worthy Vertue.
Fiue yeares haue fully runne their monthly course,
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Or heard the Trumpets clangor in our eares,
Or marcht in triumph with the ratling Drum,
Being nuzzeled in effemenate delights,
God willing that our names should not be blotted,
With the foule staine of beastly sluggardie,
Hath stirred vp the proud insulting Romanes,
To whet our dull edg'd swords not now in vse,
To cut their heads off in this rightfull cause,
And scoure our rustie Armour long laid vp,
To buckle with so proud an enemie,
Therefore great Arthur in thy greatnesse raise
Thy colours vp, for to vpreare thy praise.
Ca. Cor.
The Oration of King Arthur to his Lordes and Followers.
My Fellowes and my deare Companions,Both in the aduerse chances of our age,
And prosperous successefull happinesse,
Whose true vnspeakable fidelities,
In giuing counsell touching warres abroad,
And home-bred mutinies amongst our selues,
With good successefulnesse haue I perceau'd,
In your deepe wisedomes and your grauitie.
Affoord me now your honorable aides,
Wisely foreseeing what you thinke conuenient,
Touching the proud command'ment sent from Rome,
A thing at first carefully deliberated,
Is in the end most easily tollerated:
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The hawtie message of Tiberius Lucius,
If mongst our selues in wisedome we conferre,
How and which way to answer his demaund,
And surely (noble Followers) I suppose,
We haue no cause to feare their forreine braues,
For that vpon a most vniust request,
He seekes to haue a tribute paid from Britaine,
Because forsooth in Iulius Cæsars time,
Through iarres and discords of the ancient Brytains,
The tribute hath beene due and payable:
For when our countrie was at full possest,
With ciuill garboiles and domesticke brawles,
Their Cæsar did ariue wihin this land,
And with this armed souldiers full of force,
Brought in subiection that vnquiet Nation,
By this alleadgance they vniustly craue,
Tribute and satisfaction at our hands,
For nothing that is got by violence,
May iustly be possest by violence.
Sith therefore he presumeth to demaund,
A thing being most vnlawfull at our hands,
By the same reason let vs demaund of him,
Tribute at Rome mauger their Romish power,
And he that is the mightier in force,
Let him possesse the honor of the tribute,
For if his allegations and demaunds,
Be forcible and worthie to be kept,
Because their Cæsar and some Romane Princes,
Haue sometimes conquered Brytania,
By the like reason I do thinke that Rome,
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Because my Predecessors conquered it:
Bellin the noble King of Brytanie,
With his braue brother Brennus warlike ayde,
Being then accounted Sauoies noble Duke,
Razed the wals of Rome, and set his Standard
With victorie vpon the Citie gates,
And in the middle of their Market place,
Hung vp twentie of their chiefest Noblemen.
And Constantine the sonne of Helena,
And Maximinianus my neere Cousins,
Were both inthroniz'd in the Imperiall seate,
And gouernment of Romes great Emperie.
As touching Fraunce and other Ilands there,
We neede not answer their out-brauing termes:
For they refused to defend their owne,
When we by force redeem'd them from their hands,
Then counsell me thrise-worthy Brytaine Peeres,
Abandoning base cowardize and feares.
K. Arthur.
The Answer of Howell King of litle Brytaine.
Though all your wisedomes and your grauities,Handmaides to Counsell and Nobilitie,
Should be engraued in one golden leafe,
More to the purpose could not you inferre,
Then thy most graue and exquisite Oration,
Thy eloquent and Tully-like aduise
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Whereby we ought incessantly to praise,
In you the wisedome of a constant man:
For if with all post expedition,
You will prepare a voyage vnto Rome,
That doh expect our haste and royall comming,
According to the reasons you alleage,
I doubt not but that faire Victoria,
Will sit in triumph on our conquering Helmes,
To fright the mindes of Romish aduersaries,
Sith we defend our auncient libertie,
Disdaining for to beare a seruile yoke,
Which to this day the Britaines do maintaine:
Let vs go chearefully and demaund of them,
With Iustice what vniustly they demaund:
For he that doth deface anothers right,
And thinkes vniustly for to dispossesse,
And take from him his owne inheritance
Deseruedly, and with a worthy meanes,
Not violating large and hostile Armes,
May he be put from that which is his owne,
By him to whom the wrong is offred.
Seeing therefore that the Romanes would vsurpe,
The royall dignitie of worthy Britaine,
Due to your honorable auncestors,
I doubt not (noble King) but weele regaine,
That which your Predecessors haue possest,
Euen in the middle of their proudest Citie,
If we may come to buckle with our foes.
This is the conflict that true hearted Britaines,
So long haue wisht to happen to our age.
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Long time agoe, plainly and truly told,
And now at length fulfilled to our ioy,
That of the third race of the worthie Britaines,
There should be borne a Prince to repossesse,
The Romish Empire and their Dignitie:
For two of these the prophesie is past,
In Belin and that worthie Constantine,
Who ouercame, and gaue the Armes of Rome:
Now haue we none but you my gracious Liege,
The third and last, not least in all our eyes,
To whom this high Exploit is promised:
Make haste therefore most royall Soueraigne,
For to receiue that which our God will giue,
Hasten for to subdue their willing minds,
Which profer vp their honor to your hands,
Hasten deare Liege for to aduance vs all,
That willingly will spend our liues and lands,
For the aduancement of our libertie.
And to atchieue this Labour worthie King,
Ten thousand armed souldiers will I bring.
Ho. K. of Brit.
Angusel King of Albania his Answere to the King.
Since first I heard my Soueraigne speake his mind,Ful fraught with Eloquēce and learned Counsel,
A sodaine ioy did so possesse my soule,
As that in words I cannot vtter forth
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In all our Victories and Conquests wonne,
Subduing many Regions, many Kings,
Nothing at all in honour haue we gain'd,
If that we suffer the proud-minded Romanes,
And hautie Germaines to vsurpe vpon vs,
And do not now reuenge those bloudie slaughters,
Enacted on our friends and countrymen.
And sith Occasion now is profered,
And Libertie to trie our force of Armes,
I do reioyce to see this happie day,
Wherein we may but meet and ioyne with them:
I thrift my Lord in heart for sweet reuenge,
As if three dayes I had beene kept from drinke,
The wounds I should receiue vpon that day,
Would be as pleasant to my labouring soule,
As Water to a thirstie Traueller,
Or else Releasement to a man condemn'd,
Nay Death it selfe were welcome to my bosome,
For to reuenge our Fathers iniuries,
Defend our libertie, aduance our King:
Let vs giue onset on that meacocke Nation,
Those fond effeminate vnruly people,
And fight it out vnto the latest man;
That after we haue spread our wauing Colours,
In signe of Triumph and of Victorie,
We may enioy the Honors they possesse,
And for my part renowned valiant King,
Two thousand armed horsemen will I bring.
An, K. Alb.
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A royall armie Arthur hath prouided,
To beard the brauing Romanes in their Countrie,
And like a Martialist hath them diuided,
To buckle with so proud an Enemie:
And Courage ioyn'd with Resolution,
Doth pricke them forwards to this Action.
To beard the brauing Romanes in their Countrie,
And like a Martialist hath them diuided,
To buckle with so proud an Enemie:
And Courage ioyn'd with Resolution,
Doth pricke them forwards to this Action.
The Britains hawtie and resolued men,
Stout, valiant, of Bellonas warlike brood,
Chear'd on their Followers, and began agen
For to reuiue their new decayed blood:
And to redeeme to Arthur and his Line,
What once was wonne by valiant Constantine.
Stout, valiant, of Bellonas warlike brood,
Chear'd on their Followers, and began agen
For to reuiue their new decayed blood:
And to redeeme to Arthur and his Line,
What once was wonne by valiant Constantine.
Now sounds his Drumme a march in chearfull sort,
Now his loud winded Trumpets checke the aire,
And now the Britaines to him do resort,
Not fearing warres affliction or despaire:
But all with one voyce promise victorie
To Arthur King of famous Britainy.
Now his loud winded Trumpets checke the aire,
And now the Britaines to him do resort,
Not fearing warres affliction or despaire:
But all with one voyce promise victorie
To Arthur King of famous Britainy.
His Colours they are wauing in the wind,
Wherein is wrought his Armes of ancestrie,
His Pendants are in formall wise assign'd,
Quartred at large by well read Heraldrie:
Cuffing the ayre that struggles for to kisse,
The gaudinesse of faire King Arthurs blisse.
Wherein is wrought his Armes of ancestrie,
His Pendants are in formall wise assign'd,
Quartred at large by well read Heraldrie:
Cuffing the ayre that struggles for to kisse,
The gaudinesse of faire King Arthurs blisse.
Within his spreading Ensigne first he bore,
Allotted from his royall familie,
Three flying Dragons and three Crownes he wore,
Portraid de Or, the field of Azure die,
His fathers Coate, his Mothers Countries grace,
His honors Badge, his cruell foes deface.
Allotted from his royall familie,
Three flying Dragons and three Crownes he wore,
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His fathers Coate, his Mothers Countries grace,
His honors Badge, his cruell foes deface.
At last vnto himselfe he hath assumpted,
And tooke to Armes proper to his desire,
As in his faithfull mind being best accounted,
And fitting to those thoughts he did require:
A crosse of Siluer in a field of Vert,
A gracious Embleame to his great desert.
And tooke to Armes proper to his desire,
As in his faithfull mind being best accounted,
And fitting to those thoughts he did require:
A crosse of Siluer in a field of Vert,
A gracious Embleame to his great desert.
On the first quarter of this field was figured,
The image of our Ladie with her Sonne
Held in her armes; this he desired,
Wherein his new-growne valour was begonne:
And bearing this same Figure forth right nobly,
Did maruellous Actes and feates of Chiualrie.
The image of our Ladie with her Sonne
Held in her armes; this he desired,
Wherein his new-growne valour was begonne:
And bearing this same Figure forth right nobly,
Did maruellous Actes and feates of Chiualrie.
This Signe in elder ages being odious,
And hated of the bad deseruing mind,
By his deare blood is made most pretious,
Our vnpure Sinne by him being full refind:
A great triumphant Signe, a Signe of ioy,
A blessed Crosse to free vs from annoy.
And hated of the bad deseruing mind,
By his deare blood is made most pretious,
Our vnpure Sinne by him being full refind:
A great triumphant Signe, a Signe of ioy,
A blessed Crosse to free vs from annoy.
To this the righteous man bowes downe his head,
And this the heauenly Angels do adore,
By this our vnpure soules with life is fed,
And Diuels fearing this do much deplore:
Hereon he vanquisht Sathan, Hell, and Sinne,
And by this Signe our new-life we begin.
And this the heauenly Angels do adore,
By this our vnpure soules with life is fed,
And Diuels fearing this do much deplore:
Hereon he vanquisht Sathan, Hell, and Sinne,
And by this Signe our new-life we begin.
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Wise, learned Historiographers do write,
That this pure Signe of the most holy Crosse
Was sent from God, to Mercuries delight,
Iulian the Apostata's onely losse,
And that an Angell brought to Mercurie,
All Armour for his backe most necessarie.
That this pure Signe of the most holy Crosse
Was sent from God, to Mercuries delight,
Iulian the Apostata's onely losse,
And that an Angell brought to Mercurie,
All Armour for his backe most necessarie.
A Shield of Azure herein coloured,
A flowrie Crosse betweene two golden Roses,
That the prowd Iewes minds much distempred,
Whose vertue in it selfe true Time encloses
A rich wrought Shield and a most heauenly Armour,
That to the proud Foe strucke a deadly terrour.
A flowrie Crosse betweene two golden Roses,
That the prowd Iewes minds much distempred,
Whose vertue in it selfe true Time encloses
A rich wrought Shield and a most heauenly Armour,
That to the proud Foe strucke a deadly terrour.
And in the time of Charles the seuenth french King,
The Sunne giuing glorie to the dim-fac'd Morne,
When early rising Birds alowd did sing,
And faire cleare clouds the Element did adorne,
To Englishmen and French from heauen was sent
A milke-white Crosse within the Firmament.
The Sunne giuing glorie to the dim-fac'd Morne,
When early rising Birds alowd did sing,
And faire cleare clouds the Element did adorne,
To Englishmen and French from heauen was sent
A milke-white Crosse within the Firmament.
Which heauenly Signe of both these nations seene,
The haughtie French mou'd with rebellion
Against their lawfull King and true-borne Queene,
Began to yeeld their true submission,
And tooke it as a great admonishment,
And Signe betok'ning bitter detriment.
The haughtie French mou'd with rebellion
Against their lawfull King and true-borne Queene,
Began to yeeld their true submission,
And tooke it as a great admonishment,
And Signe betok'ning bitter detriment.
Thus we may see, that the Religion
Which they conceiued of this blessed sight,
Altred their minds to veneration,
And mollified their harts then full of spight,
Yeelding vnto their Prince obedience,
And true submission for their great offence.
Which they conceiued of this blessed sight,
Altred their minds to veneration,
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Yeelding vnto their Prince obedience,
And true submission for their great offence.
This sight of honor, to the French Kings fame
They did behold, a spectacle to Fraunce,
At the same time when the third Edward came,
And in the land his colours did aduaunce,
Sending to Clodoueus then their King,
Which there became a Christian by Baptizing.
They did behold, a spectacle to Fraunce,
At the same time when the third Edward came,
And in the land his colours did aduaunce,
Sending to Clodoueus then their King,
Which there became a Christian by Baptizing.
Hæc sunt Francorum celebranda insignia Regum,
Quæ demissa polo, sustinet alma fides
Et nobis cœlica dona:
Et pia Francorum placeant insignia Regum,
Aurea cœlesti primum suffulta colore
Lilia, Cæsarijs olim iam credita ceruis
Auri flamma dehinc, veterum victoria Regum.
Quæ demissa polo, sustinet alma fides
Et nobis cœlica dona:
Et pia Francorum placeant insignia Regum,
Aurea cœlesti primum suffulta colore
Lilia, Cæsarijs olim iam credita ceruis
Auri flamma dehinc, veterum victoria Regum.
And euer since great Clodoueus raigne,
They did remaine as Ensignes to that Nation,
Where still before three Toades they did sustaine,
Their onely pourtraiture of commendation,
By honor to the English Kings pertaining,
That conquer'd Fraunce, when all their pride was waining.
They did remaine as Ensignes to that Nation,
Where still before three Toades they did sustaine,
Their onely pourtraiture of commendation,
By honor to the English Kings pertaining,
That conquer'd Fraunce, when all their pride was waining.
His barbed Horses beat the yeelding ground,
And with their neighing terrifide their foe,
Prowd of their riders, in whose harts are found
A promise to the Romanes ouerthrow.
The glistering shine of their well-fashion'd armour;
Tels all men here doth ride a Conquerour.
And with their neighing terrifide their foe,
Prowd of their riders, in whose harts are found
A promise to the Romanes ouerthrow.
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Tels all men here doth ride a Conquerour.
Their Armour strongly made and firmely wrought,
Not to the vse of old decayed Time,
Who with their guilded shewes are good for nought,
But like to stonie wals not made with lime,
The Brytaines went not proudly armoured,
But strong, as scorning to be conquered.
Not to the vse of old decayed Time,
Who with their guilded shewes are good for nought,
But like to stonie wals not made with lime,
The Brytaines went not proudly armoured,
But strong, as scorning to be conquered.
In Calis he his colours doth aduance,
Who all for feare do entertaine this Prince,
And passeth through the regiment of France,
And doth with puissance the French conuince:
Still marching vp to Paris and to Roane,
Bringing that Countrie in subiection.
Who all for feare do entertaine this Prince,
And passeth through the regiment of France,
And doth with puissance the French conuince:
Still marching vp to Paris and to Roane,
Bringing that Countrie in subiection.
And hauing got his Title and his Name,
A Title got with famous victorie,
He marcheth forward to enlarge his Fame,
Leauing faire France in his authoritie,
By sword and clemencie he conquer'd Island,
And wonne by famous warre the land of Gothland.
A Title got with famous victorie,
He marcheth forward to enlarge his Fame,
Leauing faire France in his authoritie,
By sword and clemencie he conquer'd Island,
And wonne by famous warre the land of Gothland.
Now more and more his armie doth increase,
And mightie Kings do offer him their aide,
So in the country they might liue in peace,
His warlike followers so their minds dismaid:
The name of Arthur King of Britanie,
Hath fear'd the Romish force from Italy.
And mightie Kings do offer him their aide,
So in the country they might liue in peace,
His warlike followers so their minds dismaid:
The name of Arthur King of Britanie,
Hath fear'd the Romish force from Italy.
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At last he comes to meete his enemie,
High-harted Lucius that his letters sent,
To great Carleon with such Maiestie,
That stiffely did demaund a base intent:
But now he wisht King Arthur were away,
For feare he lost the Honor of the day.
High-harted Lucius that his letters sent,
To great Carleon with such Maiestie,
That stiffely did demaund a base intent:
But now he wisht King Arthur were away,
For feare he lost the Honor of the day.
The Britaines valour was so admirable,
As when a Lion meeteth with his Pray;
King Arthurs courage so inestimable,
That nere a Romaine durst his strength assay:
But like the dust with wind did take their flight,
Yeelding by Warre what they demaund by Might.
As when a Lion meeteth with his Pray;
King Arthurs courage so inestimable,
That nere a Romaine durst his strength assay:
But like the dust with wind did take their flight,
Yeelding by Warre what they demaund by Might.
Here lay a heape of Romans slaughtered,
Trode vnder foote by proud victorious Steedes,
And here one Friend another murthered,
Not able for to helpe him in his neede:
Here bruised Souldiers that alowd did cry,
Braue Arthur helpe vs in our miserie.
Trode vnder foote by proud victorious Steedes,
And here one Friend another murthered,
Not able for to helpe him in his neede:
Here bruised Souldiers that alowd did cry,
Braue Arthur helpe vs in our miserie.
And after he had wonne so great a Field,
And ouerthrew the Romaine Lucius,
He pardon'd those that graciously would yeeld,
And leaue their Leader proud Tiberius:
Who left his men for feare, and would not fight,
But hid himselfe in darknesse of the Night.
And ouerthrew the Romaine Lucius,
He pardon'd those that graciously would yeeld,
And leaue their Leader proud Tiberius:
Who left his men for feare, and would not fight,
But hid himselfe in darknesse of the Night.
This base retraite and glorious Victorie,
To Arthurs honour and Tiberius shame,
Was spred through Rome, through France, through Italy,
An extollation to the Brytish name:
Who forraged about, yet all did flie,
Till Arthur tooke them to his pitying mercie.
To Arthurs honour and Tiberius shame,
Was spred through Rome, through France, through Italy,
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Who forraged about, yet all did flie,
Till Arthur tooke them to his pitying mercie.
Forward towards Rome these Britaines make their way,
Sounding Defiance as they passe along,
Their conquering Ensignes still they do display,
In Armes and hautie courage passing strong:
All Cities offer peace, all Townes submit
To Arthurs greatnesse, as a thing most fit.
Sounding Defiance as they passe along,
Their conquering Ensignes still they do display,
In Armes and hautie courage passing strong:
All Cities offer peace, all Townes submit
To Arthurs greatnesse, as a thing most fit.
But as they passe huge Mirmedons do striue,
Surnamed Giants, for to stop this King,
And vow by Paganisme (by which they thriue,)
His bodie in Oceanus to fling:
And daunt his followers, who as Fame hath said,
Of great bigge monstrous men were not afraid.
Surnamed Giants, for to stop this King,
And vow by Paganisme (by which they thriue,)
His bodie in Oceanus to fling:
And daunt his followers, who as Fame hath said,
Of great bigge monstrous men were not afraid.
At last they march vpon a large broade plaine,
When first these hautie Giants he doth spie,
The Britaines scorne for to retire againe,
But either winne the honor, or else die:
Courage quoth Arthur, better die with fame,
Then yeeld or turne to our immortall shame.
When first these hautie Giants he doth spie,
The Britaines scorne for to retire againe,
But either winne the honor, or else die:
Courage quoth Arthur, better die with fame,
Then yeeld or turne to our immortall shame.
At length they meete, and meeting cope together,
As when two sauage Boares are full of ire,
The Victorie as yet inclin'd to neither,
But from their Creasts and Shields did sparckle fire:
Inkindled Wrath from Arthurs breast hath sprong,
That he made passage through the thickest throng.
As when two sauage Boares are full of ire,
The Victorie as yet inclin'd to neither,
But from their Creasts and Shields did sparckle fire:
Inkindled Wrath from Arthurs breast hath sprong,
That he made passage through the thickest throng.
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The King of Giants Arthur meetes withall,
And copes with him: for in his strength did stand
His Kingdomes great aduancement, or his fall,
His Subiects peace, his quietnesse of land:
But this renowne to Britaine doth remaine,
The Giant, Arthur hand to hand hath slaine.
And copes with him: for in his strength did stand
His Kingdomes great aduancement, or his fall,
His Subiects peace, his quietnesse of land:
But this renowne to Britaine doth remaine,
The Giant, Arthur hand to hand hath slaine.
When he was downe the rest did faint for feare,
Which when the British armie had espied,
Their true-borne valour did they not forbeare,
But all the greene grasse with their bloud they died:
And made such slaughter of these monstrous men,
That after-time hath registred agen.
Which when the British armie had espied,
Their true-borne valour did they not forbeare,
But all the greene grasse with their bloud they died:
And made such slaughter of these monstrous men,
That after-time hath registred agen.
After this Conquest is King Arthur minded,
With all his royall power to march to Rome,
And with his Lords he hath determined,
This gallant Resolution, and this Doome:
To crowne himselfe by warre their Emperour,
And ouer all a mightie Gouernour.
With all his royall power to march to Rome,
And with his Lords he hath determined,
This gallant Resolution, and this Doome:
To crowne himselfe by warre their Emperour,
And ouer all a mightie Gouernour.
And had not Fortune and Rebellion,
Stir'd vp his Cousin Mordreds hautie mind,
At home to make ciuill inuasion,
Who sought King Arthurs glory for to blind,
With honour had he re-inkindled fire,
To burne the wals of Rome to his desire.
Stir'd vp his Cousin Mordreds hautie mind,
At home to make ciuill inuasion,
Who sought King Arthurs glory for to blind,
With honour had he re-inkindled fire,
To burne the wals of Rome to his desire.
But O false Mordred, thou deceitfull Kinsman,
(Begot of Treasons heyte) thus to rebell,
Against thy noble Nephew, who hath wonne
Cities and peopled Townes that did excell:
And all he did was for to glorifie
His Royall kindred and his Noble countrey.
(Begot of Treasons heyte) thus to rebell,
Against thy noble Nephew, who hath wonne
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And all he did was for to glorifie
His Royall kindred and his Noble countrey.
But thou some base-borne Haggard mak'st a wing,
Against the Princely Eagle in his flight,
And like a hissing Serpent seek'st to sting
The Lion that did shield thee from despight:
But now being wakened by his Countries wrong,
With warre he meanes to visite you ere long.
Against the Princely Eagle in his flight,
And like a hissing Serpent seek'st to sting
The Lion that did shield thee from despight:
But now being wakened by his Countries wrong,
With warre he meanes to visite you ere long.
The newes of this proud Rebell in his Land,
Was like deepe piercing arrowes at his hart,
Intemperate Rage did make them vnderstand
King Arthurs furie, and fond Mordreds smart,
Who vow'd reuengement most vnnaturall,
On him that sought to bring his friends to thrall.
Was like deepe piercing arrowes at his hart,
Intemperate Rage did make them vnderstand
King Arthurs furie, and fond Mordreds smart,
Who vow'd reuengement most vnnaturall,
On him that sought to bring his friends to thrall.
He sounds Retraite with heart-swolne heauinesse,
That he must leaue faire Rome vnconquered,
And marcheth through the Land in quietnesse,
To be reueng'd on the Vsurper Mordred:
At this sweet newes of his departing thence,
The Romaines praise the Rebels excellence.
That he must leaue faire Rome vnconquered,
And marcheth through the Land in quietnesse,
To be reueng'd on the Vsurper Mordred:
At this sweet newes of his departing thence,
The Romaines praise the Rebels excellence.
King Arthur heard at his returne towards Brytaine,
How Mordred had proclaim'd himselfe there King,
Those that resisted, he by force hath slaine,
Vnto their Countries ground a gentle offring,
And to the Saxon Cheldricke is allide,
Who landing to their lawfull King denide.
How Mordred had proclaim'd himselfe there King,
Those that resisted, he by force hath slaine,
Vnto their Countries ground a gentle offring,
And to the Saxon Cheldricke is allide,
Who landing to their lawfull King denide.
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By force they driue King Arthur from the shore,
And like rebellious Monsters kill his men,
Which when he viewes, he striueth more and more,
And his great puissant strength renewes againe,
And maugre all the power they withstand,
At Sandwich Noble Arthur taketh Land:
And like rebellious Monsters kill his men,
Which when he viewes, he striueth more and more,
And his great puissant strength renewes againe,
And maugre all the power they withstand,
At Sandwich Noble Arthur taketh Land:
And ioyning battell with his enemies,
The traytrous Rebels are discomfited,
And Mordred all in hast away he flies,
By treasons bloudie Traine & murther led,
To gather Power to renew the fight,
Vrg'd forward by the Saxon Cheldricks spight
The traytrous Rebels are discomfited,
And Mordred all in hast away he flies,
By treasons bloudie Traine & murther led,
To gather Power to renew the fight,
Vrg'd forward by the Saxon Cheldricks spight
The Noble Arthur in this conflict lost
Some of his followers whom he lou'd too deare;
The death of gentle Gawen grieu'd him most,
As by his outward sorrow did appeare:
This Gawen was proud Mordreds lawfull brother,
Legitimate by father and by mother.
Some of his followers whom he lou'd too deare;
The death of gentle Gawen grieu'd him most,
As by his outward sorrow did appeare:
This Gawen was proud Mordreds lawfull brother,
Legitimate by father and by mother.
O mirrour of true borne gentilitie,
Faire mappe of Honor in his gentle blood,
That rather chose to loue his noble countrie,
And seeke the meanes to do his life Liege good,
Then to defend his kindred by that warre,
That made the Sonne and most kind Father iarre.
Faire mappe of Honor in his gentle blood,
That rather chose to loue his noble countrie,
And seeke the meanes to do his life Liege good,
Then to defend his kindred by that warre,
That made the Sonne and most kind Father iarre.
Kind Gawen, trustie worthie Gentleman;
Belou'd of Arthur, as deseruedly,
Recording Time thy faithfulnesse shall scan,
And loyall Truth wrapt vp in memorie:
Shall say in thy Kings quarrell being iust,
At last thou diedst, not in thy Brothers trust.
Belou'd of Arthur, as deseruedly,
Recording Time thy faithfulnesse shall scan,
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Shall say in thy Kings quarrell being iust,
At last thou diedst, not in thy Brothers trust.
Thy gentle King prepar'd thy Funeral,
And laid thy bodie in a Sepulchre,
In thine owne country richly done and royall,
At Rosse whose auncestrie shall still endure:
And like a Nephew, mourn'd and wept for thee,
Grieuing to loose Brytish Nobilitie.
And laid thy bodie in a Sepulchre,
In thine owne country richly done and royall,
At Rosse whose auncestrie shall still endure:
And like a Nephew, mourn'd and wept for thee,
Grieuing to loose Brytish Nobilitie.
But to proceede in this vnluckie fight,
King Angusel was slaine whom Arthur loued,
A man in whom his countrie tooke delight,
That ne're with home-bred Treacherie was moued,
In false-faith'd Scotland was his bones interd,
To which before King Arthur him preferd,
King Angusel was slaine whom Arthur loued,
A man in whom his countrie tooke delight,
That ne're with home-bred Treacherie was moued,
In false-faith'd Scotland was his bones interd,
To which before King Arthur him preferd,
That vniust Mordred, Mischiefes nourisher,
Times bad infamer, Traitor to the State,
Of his whole Countrie bounds the chiefe perturber,
Whose name to this day mongst them growes in hate,
Fled from the battell getting ships he saild
Westward towards Cornwail, whē his force was quaild.
Times bad infamer, Traitor to the State,
Of his whole Countrie bounds the chiefe perturber,
Whose name to this day mongst them growes in hate,
Fled from the battell getting ships he saild
Westward towards Cornwail, whē his force was quaild.
But when King Arthur heard of his departure,
Causing the refuse Rebels for to flie,
To make the way of his defence more sure,
With speed he re-inforst his royall armie,
With new supplie of hardie men at Armes,
Whose Resolution fear'd no following harmes.
Causing the refuse Rebels for to flie,
To make the way of his defence more sure,
With speed he re-inforst his royall armie,
With new supplie of hardie men at Armes,
Whose Resolution fear'd no following harmes.
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With his whole force he marcheth after him,
Where all the Kentish men reioyce to see
King Arthurs Colours, whose rich pride doth dim
The faire-fac'd Sunne in all his Maiestie:
Not resting till he came vnto the place,
Where Mordred was incamped for a space.
Where all the Kentish men reioyce to see
King Arthurs Colours, whose rich pride doth dim
The faire-fac'd Sunne in all his Maiestie:
Not resting till he came vnto the place,
Where Mordred was incamped for a space.
By Winchester a Citie of renowne,
The Traitorous armie of this Mordred lay,
On whose proud gather'd troupe the Sunne did frowne,
Fore-shewing to his men a blacke-fac't day:
And so it prou'd before the selfe-same night;
Mordred and his best friends were shine in fight.
The Traitorous armie of this Mordred lay,
On whose proud gather'd troupe the Sunne did frowne,
Fore-shewing to his men a blacke-fac't day:
And so it prou'd before the selfe-same night;
Mordred and his best friends were shine in fight.
At Camblane was this bloudie battell ended,
Where fame-acthieuing Arthur sore was wounded,
With gallant Britaine Lords being attended,
Whose sword (cald Pridwin) manie had confounded,
Yet Fortunes vnseene immortalitie,
Sometime cuts downe sprigs of a Monarchie.
Where fame-acthieuing Arthur sore was wounded,
With gallant Britaine Lords being attended,
Whose sword (cald Pridwin) manie had confounded,
Yet Fortunes vnseene immortalitie,
Sometime cuts downe sprigs of a Monarchie.
At this dayes dolefull stroke of Arthurs death,
The glorious shining Sunne lookt pale and wanne,
And when this Monarch losed forth his breath,
The Britaines being amaz'd about him ranne:
And with their nailes did teare their flesh asunder,
That they had lost their King the worlds great Wonder.
The glorious shining Sunne lookt pale and wanne,
And when this Monarch losed forth his breath,
The Britaines being amaz'd about him ranne:
And with their nailes did teare their flesh asunder,
That they had lost their King the worlds great Wonder.
Ouer this litle Iland he had raigned,
The full iust terme of sixe and twentie yeares,
When twelue most famous battels he obtained,
As in our auncient Chronicles appeares,
And in the Church-yard of faire Glastenburie,
They held King Arthurs wofull obsequie.
The full iust terme of sixe and twentie yeares,
When twelue most famous battels he obtained,
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And in the Church-yard of faire Glastenburie,
They held King Arthurs wofull obsequie.
And in the time of second Henries dayes,
Betweene two pillars was his body found,
That in his life deseru's immortall praise,
Layd sixteene foote deepe vnderneath the ground;
Because his Saxon foes whom he did chase,
Should not with swords his liuelesse corps deface.
Betweene two pillars was his body found,
That in his life deseru's immortall praise,
Layd sixteene foote deepe vnderneath the ground;
Because his Saxon foes whom he did chase,
Should not with swords his liuelesse corps deface.
In the last yeare of Henries royaltie,
More then sixe hundred after his buriall,
By the Abbot of the house of Glastenburie,
At last they found King Arthurs funerall:
Henry de Bloys the Abbots name they gaue,
Who by the Kings commaund did find the graue.
More then sixe hundred after his buriall,
By the Abbot of the house of Glastenburie,
At last they found King Arthurs funerall:
Henry de Bloys the Abbots name they gaue,
Who by the Kings commaund did find the graue.
The principall and chiefe occasion
That moou'd King Henry for to seeke the place,
Was that a Bardth in Welsh diuision,
Recorded Arthurs actes vnto his Grace:
And in the foresaid Church-yard he did sing,
That they should find the body of the King.
That moou'd King Henry for to seeke the place,
Was that a Bardth in Welsh diuision,
Recorded Arthurs actes vnto his Grace:
And in the foresaid Church-yard he did sing,
That they should find the body of the King.
And those that dig'd to find his bodie there,
After they enterd seuen foote deepe in ground,
A mightie broade stone to them did appeare,
With a great leaden Crosse thereto bound,
And downwards towards the corpes the Crosse did lie,
Containing this inscripted poesie.
After they enterd seuen foote deepe in ground,
A mightie broade stone to them did appeare,
With a great leaden Crosse thereto bound,
And downwards towards the corpes the Crosse did lie,
Containing this inscripted poesie.
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Hic iacet sepultus inclytus Rex,
Arthurus in Insula Aualoniæ.
Arthurus in Insula Aualoniæ.
His bodie whose great actes the world recorded,
When vitall limitation gaue him life,
And Fames shrill golden Trump abroad had sounded,
What Warres he ended, what Debate, what Strife,
What Honor to his countrey, what great Loue,
Amongst his faithfull subiects he did proue.
When vitall limitation gaue him life,
And Fames shrill golden Trump abroad had sounded,
What Warres he ended, what Debate, what Strife,
What Honor to his countrey, what great Loue,
Amongst his faithfull subiects he did proue.
Was not interd in sumptuous royaltie,
With funerall pompe of kindred and of friends,
Nor closde in marble stone wrought curiously,
Nor none in mourning blacke his King attends,
But in a hollow tree made for the nonce,
They do enter King Arthurs princely bones.
With funerall pompe of kindred and of friends,
Nor closde in marble stone wrought curiously,
Nor none in mourning blacke his King attends,
But in a hollow tree made for the nonce,
They do enter King Arthurs princely bones.
Their outward habite did not shew their mind,
For many millions of sad weeping eies,
In euery streete and corner you might find,
Some beating their bare breast, and some with outcries,
Cursing and Banning that proud Mordreds soule,
That did by warre his princely life controule.
For many millions of sad weeping eies,
In euery streete and corner you might find,
Some beating their bare breast, and some with outcries,
Cursing and Banning that proud Mordreds soule,
That did by warre his princely life controule.
The Kings that were attendant on his traine,
Forgot their kingdomes, and their royall crownes,
Their high proud hautie hearts with griefe were slaine,
Strucke in amaze with Fortunes deadly frownes:
For they had lost their Scepter, Seate, and all,
By princely Arthurs most vnhappie fall.
Forgot their kingdomes, and their royall crownes,
Their high proud hautie hearts with griefe were slaine,
Strucke in amaze with Fortunes deadly frownes:
For they had lost their Scepter, Seate, and all,
By princely Arthurs most vnhappie fall.
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The trunke being opened, at the last they found
The bones of Arthur King of Brytanie,
Whose shin-bone being set vpon the ground,
(As may appeare by auncient Memorie)
Reacht to the middle thigh within a spanne,
Of a tall proper well set bigge lim'd Man.
The bones of Arthur King of Brytanie,
Whose shin-bone being set vpon the ground,
(As may appeare by auncient Memorie)
Reacht to the middle thigh within a spanne,
Of a tall proper well set bigge lim'd Man.
And furthermore they found King Arthurs skull,
Of such great largenesse that betwixt his eyes,
His foreheads space a spanne broad was at full,
That no true Historiographer denies:
The forenam'd Abbot liuing in those daies,
Saw what is written now to Arthurs praise.
Of such great largenesse that betwixt his eyes,
His foreheads space a spanne broad was at full,
That no true Historiographer denies:
The forenam'd Abbot liuing in those daies,
Saw what is written now to Arthurs praise.
The print of tenne wounds in his head appeared,
All growne together except onely one,
Of which it seemes this worthie Brytaine died:
A true Memoriall to his louing Nation;
But that was greater far then all the rest,
Had it bene lesser Brytaine had bene blest.
All growne together except onely one,
Of which it seemes this worthie Brytaine died:
A true Memoriall to his louing Nation;
But that was greater far then all the rest,
Had it bene lesser Brytaine had bene blest.
In opening of the Tombe they found his wife,
Queene Guiniuere interred with the King,
The Tresses of her haire as in her life,
Were finely platted whole and glistering:
The colour like the most pure refin'd gold,
Which being toucht straight turned into mould,
Queene Guiniuere interred with the King,
The Tresses of her haire as in her life,
Were finely platted whole and glistering:
The colour like the most pure refin'd gold,
Which being toucht straight turned into mould,
Henry de Bloyes at the length translated
The bones of Arthur and his louely Queene,
Into the great Church where they were interred,
Within a Marble toombe, as oft was seene:
Of whom a worthie Poet doth rehearse,
This Epitaph in sweete Heroicke Verse.
The bones of Arthur and his louely Queene,
Into the great Church where they were interred,
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Of whom a worthie Poet doth rehearse,
This Epitaph in sweete Heroicke Verse.
Hic iacet Arthurus flos regum, gloria regni,
Quem mores, probitas commendant laude perenni.
Quem mores, probitas commendant laude perenni.
Iohannis Leylandij antiquarij Encomion funerale, in
vitam, facta, mortemq; Regis Arthuri in clitissimi.
vitam, facta, mortemq; Regis Arthuri in clitissimi.
Saxonicas
toties qui fudit marte cruento
Turmas, & peperit spolijs sibi nomen opimis,
Fulmineo toties Pictos qui contudit ense,
Imposuitque iugum Scoti coruicibus ingens,
Qui tumidos Gallos, Germanos quique feroces
Pertulit, & Dacos bello confregit aperto:
Denique Mordredum è medio qui sustulit illud
Monstrum, horrendum ingens, dirum seuumque tyrannum,
Hoc iacet extinctus monumento Arthurius alto,
Militiæ clarum decus, & virtutis alumnus,
Gloria nunc cuius terram circumuolat omnem,
Ætherijque petit, sublimia tecta tonantis.
Vos igitur gentis Proles generosa Britannæ
Induperatori ter magno assurgite vestro:
Et tumulo sacro Roseas inferte Corollas,
Officij testes redolentia munera vestri,
Turmas, & peperit spolijs sibi nomen opimis,
Fulmineo toties Pictos qui contudit ense,
Imposuitque iugum Scoti coruicibus ingens,
Qui tumidos Gallos, Germanos quique feroces
Pertulit, & Dacos bello confregit aperto:
Denique Mordredum è medio qui sustulit illud
Monstrum, horrendum ingens, dirum seuumque tyrannum,
Hoc iacet extinctus monumento Arthurius alto,
Militiæ clarum decus, & virtutis alumnus,
Gloria nunc cuius terram circumuolat omnem,
Ætherijque petit, sublimia tecta tonantis.
Vos igitur gentis Proles generosa Britannæ
Induperatori ter magno assurgite vestro:
Et tumulo sacro Roseas inferte Corollas,
Officij testes redolentia munera vestri,
Thus Englished.
He that so oft the Saxon Troupes did foile,And got a name of worth with richest spoile:
He that with brandisht sword the Picts destroyd,
And yok'd the Scots, their stubborn necks annoyd:
He that the loftie French and Germaines fierce did swite,
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He lastly which cut off that monster Mordreds life,
A cruell Tyrant, horrible, mightie, full of strife:
Arthur lyes buried in this Monument,
Warres chiefest garland, Vertues sole intent;
Whose Glorie through the world stil swiftly flies,
And mounts with Fames wings vp to the thundring skies.
You gentle Off-spring of the Britaines blood,
Vnto this puissant Emperour do honours good,
And on his Tombe lay Garlands of sweete Roses,
Sweete gifts of Dutie, and sweete louing posies.
Finis Epitaphij. No. Arth.
The true Pedigree of that famous VVorthie King Arthur, collected out of many learned Authors.
Twelue men in number entred the vale of Auælon:Ioseph of Arimathea was the chiefest we confesse,
Iosue the sonne of Ioseph his father did attend on,
With other ten, these Glaston did possesse,
Hilarius the Nephew of Ioseph first begate
Iosue the Wise: Iosue Aminadab,
Aminadab Castellors had by fate:
Castellors got Manael that louely Lad,
And Manael by his wife had faire-fac'd Lambard,
With another deare sonne surnamed Vrlard;
And Lambard at the length begot a sonne,
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Of this Igrene, Vter the great Pendragon
Begot King Arthur famous in his life,
Where by the truth this Pedigree doth end,
Arthur from Iosephs loynes did first descend.
Peter Cousin to Ioseph of Arimathea,
Being sometimes King of great Arcadia,
Begat Erlan that famous worthy Prince,
And Erlan gat Melianus, that did conuince
His neighbour foes, Melianus did beget
Edor, and Edor Lothos name did set,
That tooke to wife the sister of King Arthur:
A Virgine faire, chaste, louely, and most pure,
Of whom this Lotho had foure louely boyes,
Their fathers comfort and their mothers ioyes,
Walwanus, Agranaius, Garelus and Guerelise,
That in their countrey much did soueragnize:
All which were men of great authoritie,
And famous in the land of Britanie.
Here endeth the Birth, Life, Death, and Pedigree of
King Arthur of Britanie, & now, to where we left.
[A DIALOGUE]
Phœnix.
O nature
tell me one thing ere we part,
What famous towne and situated Seate,
Is that huge Building that is made by Art,
Against whose wals the crystall streames do beate,
As if the flowing tide the stones would eate:
That lies vpon my left hand built so hie,
That the huge top-made Steeple dares the Skie?
What famous towne and situated Seate,
Is that huge Building that is made by Art,
Against whose wals the crystall streames do beate,
As if the flowing tide the stones would eate:
That lies vpon my left hand built so hie,
That the huge top-made Steeple dares the Skie?
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That is the Britaines towne old Troynouant,
The which the wandring-Troyans Sonne did frame,
When after shipwracke he a place did want,
For to reuiue his Honor-splitted Name,
And raisd againe the cinders of his Fame,
When from Sydonian Dido they did steale,
To reare the Pillars of a Common-weale.
The which the wandring-Troyans Sonne did frame,
When after shipwracke he a place did want,
For to reuiue his Honor-splitted Name,
And raisd againe the cinders of his Fame,
When from Sydonian Dido they did steale,
To reare the Pillars of a Common-weale.
Since when to come more nearer to our time,
Lud the great King did with his wealth enlarge,
The famous builded Citie of this Clime,
And Ludstone to be cald he gaue in charge,
And London now that Towne is growne at large:
The flowing Riuer Thamasis is nam'd,
Whose Sea-ensuing Tide can neare be tam'd.
Lud the great King did with his wealth enlarge,
The famous builded Citie of this Clime,
And Ludstone to be cald he gaue in charge,
And London now that Towne is growne at large:
The flowing Riuer Thamasis is nam'd,
Whose Sea-ensuing Tide can neare be tam'd.
Phœnix.
O London I haue heard thee honoured,
And thy names Glorie rais'd to good intent,
Lawes Councell chamber in thy wals is bred,
The schoole of Knowledge and Experiment:
Wise Senators to gouerne thee is lent.
All things to beautifie a Royall Throne,
Where Scarsitie and Dearth did neuer grone.
And thy names Glorie rais'd to good intent,
Lawes Councell chamber in thy wals is bred,
The schoole of Knowledge and Experiment:
Wise Senators to gouerne thee is lent.
All things to beautifie a Royall Throne,
Where Scarsitie and Dearth did neuer grone.
Nature.
Leaue off thy Praises till we haue more leasure,
And to beguile the wearie lingring Day,
Whose long-drawne Howers do tire vs out of measure:
Our cunning in Loue-songs let vs assay,
And paint our Pleasure as some good Array:
I will beginne my cunning for to tast,
And your Experience we will try at last.
And to beguile the wearie lingring Day,
Whose long-drawne Howers do tire vs out of measure:
Our cunning in Loue-songs let vs assay,
And paint our Pleasure as some good Array:
I will beginne my cunning for to tast,
And your Experience we will try at last.
Here Nature singeth to this dittie following.
What is Loue but a toy
To beguile mens Senses?
What is Cupid but a boy,
Boy to cause expences,
A toy that brings to fooles oppressed thrall,
A boy whose folly makes a number fall.
To beguile mens Senses?
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Boy to cause expences,
A toy that brings to fooles oppressed thrall,
A boy whose folly makes a number fall.
What is Loue but a child,
Child of little substance,
Making Apes to be wild,
And their pride to aduance,
A child that loues with guegawes to be toying,
And with thinne shadowes alwaies to be playing.
Child of little substance,
Making Apes to be wild,
And their pride to aduance,
A child that loues with guegawes to be toying,
And with thinne shadowes alwaies to be playing.
Loue is sweete, wherein sweete?
In fading pleasures, wanton toyes,
Loue a Lord, and yet meete,
To crosse mens humours with annoyes:
A bitter pleasure, pleasing for a while,
A Lord is Loue that doth mans thoughts beguile.
In fading pleasures, wanton toyes,
Loue a Lord, and yet meete,
To crosse mens humours with annoyes:
A bitter pleasure, pleasing for a while,
A Lord is Loue that doth mans thoughts beguile.
O sing no more, you do forget your Theame,
And haue prophan'd the sacred name of Loue,
You dip your tongue in an vnwholsome Streame,
And from the golden Truth your notes remoue,
In my harsh Dittie I will all reproue:
And vnaccustom'd I will trie my skill,
To pleasure you, and to confute your will.
And haue prophan'd the sacred name of Loue,
You dip your tongue in an vnwholsome Streame,
And from the golden Truth your notes remoue,
In my harsh Dittie I will all reproue:
And vnaccustom'd I will trie my skill,
To pleasure you, and to confute your will.
The Phœnix her Song to the Dittie before.
O holy Loue, religious Saint,
Mans onely hony-tasting Pleasure,
Thy glory, learning cannot paint,
For thou art all our wordly Treasure:
Thou art the Treasure, Treasure of the soule,
That great celestiall powers dost controule.
What greater blisse then to embrace
The perfect patterne of Delight,
Whose heart-enchaunting Eye doth chase
All stormes of sorow from mans sight:
Pleasure, Delight, Wealth, and earth-ioyes do lye
In Uenus bosome, bosome of pure beautie.
Mans onely hony-tasting Pleasure,
Thy glory, learning cannot paint,
For thou art all our wordly Treasure:
Thou art the Treasure, Treasure of the soule,
That great celestiall powers dost controule.
What greater blisse then to embrace
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Whose heart-enchaunting Eye doth chase
All stormes of sorow from mans sight:
Pleasure, Delight, Wealth, and earth-ioyes do lye
In Uenus bosome, bosome of pure beautie.
That mind that tasteth perfect Loue,
Is farre remoted from annoy:
Cupid that God doth sit aboue,
That tips his Arrowes all with ioy:
And this makes Poets in their Verse to sing
Loue is a holy, holy, holy thing.
Nature.
Is farre remoted from annoy:
Cupid that God doth sit aboue,
That tips his Arrowes all with ioy:
And this makes Poets in their Verse to sing
Loue is a holy, holy, holy thing.
O voice Angelicall, O heauenly song,
The golden praise of Loue that thou hast made,
Deliuerd from thy sweete smoothd honied tong,
Commaunds Loue selfe to lye within a shade,
And yeeld thee all the Pleasures may be had:
Thy sweete melodious voice hath beautifide
And guilded Loues rich amours in her pride.
The golden praise of Loue that thou hast made,
Deliuerd from thy sweete smoothd honied tong,
Commaunds Loue selfe to lye within a shade,
And yeeld thee all the Pleasures may be had:
Thy sweete melodious voice hath beautifide
And guilded Loues rich amours in her pride.
Phœnix.
Enough, enough, Loue is a holy thing,
A power deuine, deuine, maiesticall:
In shallow witted braines as you did sing,
It cares not for the force materiall,
And low-borne Swaines it nought respects at all:
She builds her Bower in none but noble minds,
And there due adoration still she finds.
A power deuine, deuine, maiesticall:
In shallow witted braines as you did sing,
It cares not for the force materiall,
And low-borne Swaines it nought respects at all:
She builds her Bower in none but noble minds,
And there due adoration still she finds.
Nature.
Stay Phœnix stay, the euening Starre drawes nie,
And Phœbus he is parted from our sight,
And with this Wagon mounted in the Skie,
Affoording passage to the gloomie night,
That doth the way-faring Passenger affright:
And we are set on foote neere to that Ile,
In whose deepe bottome plaines Delight doth smile.
And Phœbus he is parted from our sight,
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Affoording passage to the gloomie night,
That doth the way-faring Passenger affright:
And we are set on foote neere to that Ile,
In whose deepe bottome plaines Delight doth smile.
O what a muskie sent the ayre doth cast,
As if the Gods perfum'd it with sweete Myrrhe:
O how my bloud's inspired and doth taste,
An alteration in my ioynts to stirre,
As if the good did with the bad conferre:
The ayre doth moue my Spirites, purge my Sence,
And in my body doth new warre commence.
As if the Gods perfum'd it with sweete Myrrhe:
O how my bloud's inspired and doth taste,
An alteration in my ioynts to stirre,
As if the good did with the bad conferre:
The ayre doth moue my Spirites, purge my Sence,
And in my body doth new warre commence.
Looke round about, behold yon fruitfull Plaine,
Behold their meadow plots and pasture ground,
Behold their chrystall Riuers runne amaine,
Into the vaste huge Seas deuouring sound,
And in her bowels all her filth is found:
It vomiteth by vertue all corruption,
Into that watrie plaine of desolation.
Behold their meadow plots and pasture ground,
Behold their chrystall Riuers runne amaine,
Into the vaste huge Seas deuouring sound,
And in her bowels all her filth is found:
It vomiteth by vertue all corruption,
Into that watrie plaine of desolation.
And while the day giues light vnto our eies,
Be thou attentiue, and I will relate,
The glorie of the plaines that thou descri'st,
Whose fertill bounds farre doth extenuate,
Where Mars and Venus arme in arme haue sate:
Of plants of hearbs, and of high springing trees,
Of sweete delicious sauors, and of Bees.
Be thou attentiue, and I will relate,
The glorie of the plaines that thou descri'st,
Whose fertill bounds farre doth extenuate,
Where Mars and Venus arme in arme haue sate:
Of plants of hearbs, and of high springing trees,
Of sweete delicious sauors, and of Bees.
In this delightsome countrey there doth grow,
The Mandrake cald in Greeke Mandragoras,
Some of his vertues if you looke to know,
The iuyce that freshly from the roote doth passe,
Purgeth all fleame like blacke Helleborus:
Tis good for paine engendred in the eies;
By wine made of the roote doth sleepe arise.
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Some of his vertues if you looke to know,
The iuyce that freshly from the roote doth passe,
Purgeth all fleame like blacke Helleborus:
Tis good for paine engendred in the eies;
By wine made of the roote doth sleepe arise.
Theres Yellow Crowbels and the Daphadill,
Good Harry, herbe Robert, and white Cotula,
Adders grasse, Eglantine, and Aphodill,
Agnus Castus, and Acatia,
The Blacke Arke-angell, Coloquintida,
Sweete Sugar Canes, Sinkefoile and boies Mercurie,
Goosefoote, Goldsnap, and good Gratia Dei.
Good Harry, herbe Robert, and white Cotula,
Adders grasse, Eglantine, and Aphodill,
Agnus Castus, and Acatia,
The Blacke Arke-angell, Coloquintida,
Sweete Sugar Canes, Sinkefoile and boies Mercurie,
Goosefoote, Goldsnap, and good Gratia Dei.
Mosse of the Sea, and yellow Succorie,
Sweete Trefoile, Weedwind, the wholesome Wormewood,
Muskmealons, Moustaile, and Mercurie,
The dead Arkeangell that for wennes is good,
The Souldiers perrow, and great Southernewood:
Stone hearts tongue, Blessed thistle, and Sea Trifoly,
Our Ladies cushion, and Spaines Pellitorie.
Sweete Trefoile, Weedwind, the wholesome Wormewood,
Muskmealons, Moustaile, and Mercurie,
The dead Arkeangell that for wennes is good,
The Souldiers perrow, and great Southernewood:
Stone hearts tongue, Blessed thistle, and Sea Trifoly,
Our Ladies cushion, and Spaines Pellitorie.
Phœnix.
No doubt this Clymate where as these remaine,
The women and the men are fam'd for faire,
Here neede they not of aches to complaine,
For Phisickes skill growes here without compare:
All herbes and plants within this Region are,
But by the way sweete Nature as you go,
Of Agnus Castus speake a word or two.
The women and the men are fam'd for faire,
Here neede they not of aches to complaine,
For Phisickes skill growes here without compare:
All herbes and plants within this Region are,
But by the way sweete Nature as you go,
Of Agnus Castus speake a word or two.
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That shall I briefly; it is the very handmaid
To Uesta, or to perfect Chastitie,
The hot inflamed spirite is allaid
By this sweete herbe that bends to Luxury,
It drieth vp the seede of Venerie:
The leaues being laid vpon the sleepers bed,
With chastnesse, cleannesse, purenesse he is fed.
To Uesta, or to perfect Chastitie,
The hot inflamed spirite is allaid
By this sweete herbe that bends to Luxury,
It drieth vp the seede of Venerie:
The leaues being laid vpon the sleepers bed,
With chastnesse, cleannesse, purenesse he is fed.
Burne me the leaues, and straw then on the ground,
Whereas foule venemous Serpents vse to haunt:
And by this vertue here they are not found,
Their operation doth such creatures daunt,
It causeth them from thence for to auaunt:
If thou be stung with Serpents great or lesse,
Drinke but the seede, and thou shalt find redresse.
Whereas foule venemous Serpents vse to haunt:
And by this vertue here they are not found,
Their operation doth such creatures daunt,
It causeth them from thence for to auaunt:
If thou be stung with Serpents great or lesse,
Drinke but the seede, and thou shalt find redresse.
But to proceed, heres Clary or Cleare-eie,
Calues snout, Cukoe flowers, and the Cuckoes meate,
Calathian Violets, Dandelion, and the Dewberrie,
Leopards foote, and greene Spinage which we vse to eate,
And the hot Indian Sunne procuring heate:
Great wild Valerian, and the Withie wind,
The water Cresses, or ague-curing Woodbind.
Calues snout, Cukoe flowers, and the Cuckoes meate,
Calathian Violets, Dandelion, and the Dewberrie,
Leopards foote, and greene Spinage which we vse to eate,
And the hot Indian Sunne procuring heate:
Great wild Valerian, and the Withie wind,
The water Cresses, or ague-curing Woodbind.
There's Foxgloue, Forget me not, and Coliander,
Galingal, Goldcups, and Buprestis,
Small honesties, Eye-bright, and Coculus Panter,
Double tongue, Moly, and the bright Anthillis,
Smelling Clauer, and Æthiopis:
Floramore, Euphorbium, and Esula,
White Bulbus violet, and Cassia fistula.
Galingal, Goldcups, and Buprestis,
Small honesties, Eye-bright, and Coculus Panter,
Double tongue, Moly, and the bright Anthillis,
Smelling Clauer, and Æthiopis:
Floramore, Euphorbium, and Esula,
White Bulbus violet, and Cassia fistula.
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But by the way sweete Nature tell me this,
Is this the Moly that is excellent,
For strong enchauntments and the Adders hisse?
Is this the Moly that Mercurius sent
To wise Vlysses, when he did preuent
The witchcraft, and foule Circes damned charmes,
That would haue compast him with twentie harmes?
Is this the Moly that is excellent,
For strong enchauntments and the Adders hisse?
Is this the Moly that Mercurius sent
To wise Vlysses, when he did preuent
The witchcraft, and foule Circes damned charmes,
That would haue compast him with twentie harmes?
Nature.
This is the Moly growing in this land,
That was reueal'd by cunning Mercurie
To great Vlysses, making him withstand
The hand of Circes fatall sorcerie,
That would haue loden him with miserie:
And ere we passe Ile shew some excellence,
Of other hearbs in Phisickes noble Science.
That was reueal'd by cunning Mercurie
To great Vlysses, making him withstand
The hand of Circes fatall sorcerie,
That would haue loden him with miserie:
And ere we passe Ile shew some excellence,
Of other hearbs in Phisickes noble Science.
There Mugwort, Sena and Tithimailes,
Oke of Ierusalem, and Lyryconfaucie,
Larkes spurre, Larkes claw and Lentiles,
Garden Nigella, Mill, and Pionie,
Woody Nightshade, Mints, and Sentorie,
Sowbread, Dragons, and Goates oregan,
Pelemeum, Hellebore, and Osmond the Waterman.
Oke of Ierusalem, and Lyryconfaucie,
Larkes spurre, Larkes claw and Lentiles,
Garden Nigella, Mill, and Pionie,
Woody Nightshade, Mints, and Sentorie,
Sowbread, Dragons, and Goates oregan,
Pelemeum, Hellebore, and Osmond the Waterman.
First of this Mugwort it did take the name,
Of Artemesia wife to Mausoleus,
Whose sunne-bred beautie did his heart inflame,
When she was Queene of Helicarnassus,
Diana gaue the herbe this name to vs:
Because this vertue to vs it hath lent,
For womens matters it is excellent.
Of Artemesia wife to Mausoleus,
Whose sunne-bred beautie did his heart inflame,
When she was Queene of Helicarnassus,
Diana gaue the herbe this name to vs:
Because this vertue to vs it hath lent,
For womens matters it is excellent.
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And he that shall this herbe about him beare,
Is freed from hurt or daunger any way,
No poisned Toade nor Serpent shall him feare,
As he doth trauell in the Sunne-shine day,
No wearinesse his limmes shall ought assay:
And if he weare this Mugwort at his breast,
Being trauelling, he nere shall couet rest.
Is freed from hurt or daunger any way,
No poisned Toade nor Serpent shall him feare,
As he doth trauell in the Sunne-shine day,
No wearinesse his limmes shall ought assay:
And if he weare this Mugwort at his breast,
Being trauelling, he nere shall couet rest.
There is blacke Hellebore cald Melampodium,
Because an Arcadian shepheard first did find
This wholsome herbe Melampus nam'd ofsome,
Which the rich Proetus daughters wits did bind,
When she to extreame madnesse was inclind:
It cured and reuiu'd her memorie,
That was possest with a continuall frenzie.
Because an Arcadian shepheard first did find
This wholsome herbe Melampus nam'd ofsome,
Which the rich Proetus daughters wits did bind,
When she to extreame madnesse was inclind:
It cured and reuiu'd her memorie,
That was possest with a continuall frenzie.
There Centrie in Greeke Centaurion,
That from the Centaure Chiron tooke the name,
In Spaine t'was cald Cintoria long agone,
And this much honor must we giue the same,
Wild Tygers with the leaues a man may tame:
Tis good for fiue wed aches, and giues light
To the blacke mistie dimnesse of the sight.
That from the Centaure Chiron tooke the name,
In Spaine t'was cald Cintoria long agone,
And this much honor must we giue the same,
Wild Tygers with the leaues a man may tame:
Tis good for fiue wed aches, and giues light
To the blacke mistie dimnesse of the sight.
Fames golden glorie spreadeth this report,
Vpon a day that Chiron was a guest,
To arme-strong Hercules, and did resort
Vnto his house to a most sumptuous feast,
And welcome was the Centaure mongst the rest.
But see his lucke, be on his foote let fall,
Great Hercul's shaft, and hurt himselfe withall.
Vpon a day that Chiron was a guest,
To arme-strong Hercules, and did resort
Vnto his house to a most sumptuous feast,
And welcome was the Centaure mongst the rest.
But see his lucke, be on his foote let fall,
Great Hercul's shaft, and hurt himselfe withall.
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A mightie arrow not for him to weeld,
The wound being deepe, and with a venom'd point,
To Deaths arestment he began to yeeld,
And there with sundrie Balmes they did annoint,
His wounded foote being strucken through the ioynt:
All would not serue till that an old man brought,
This Centaurie that ease to him hath wrought,
The wound being deepe, and with a venom'd point,
To Deaths arestment he began to yeeld,
And there with sundrie Balmes they did annoint,
His wounded foote being strucken through the ioynt:
All would not serue till that an old man brought,
This Centaurie that ease to him hath wrought,
There's Osmond balepate, Plebane, and Oculus Christi,
Sleeping nightshade, Salomons seale, and Sampire,
Sage of Ierusalem, and sweete Rosemarie,
Great Pilosella, Sengreene, and Alexander,
Knights Milfoile, Masticke, and Stocke gillofer,
Hearts ease, herbe twopence, and Hermodactill,
Narcissus, and the red flower Pimpernell.
Sleeping nightshade, Salomons seale, and Sampire,
Sage of Ierusalem, and sweete Rosemarie,
Great Pilosella, Sengreene, and Alexander,
Knights Milfoile, Masticke, and Stocke gillofer,
Hearts ease, herbe twopence, and Hermodactill,
Narcissus, and the red flower Pimpernell.
Phœnix.
That word Narcissus is of force to steale,
Cold running water from a stony rocke:
Alas poore boy thy beautie could not heale
The wound that thou thy selfe too deepe didst looke;
Thy shadowed eyes thy perfect eyes did mocke.
False beautie fed true beautie from the deepe,
When in the glassie water thou didst peepe.
Cold running water from a stony rocke:
Alas poore boy thy beautie could not heale
The wound that thou thy selfe too deepe didst looke;
Thy shadowed eyes thy perfect eyes did mocke.
False beautie fed true beautie from the deepe,
When in the glassie water thou didst peepe.
O Loue thou art imperious full of might,
And dost reuenge the crie disdaining louer
His lookes to Ladies eyes did giue a light,
But pride of beautie, did his beautie smother,
Like him for faire you could not find another:
Ah had he lou'd, and not on Ladies lower,
He neare had bene transformed to a flower.
And dost reuenge the crie disdaining louer
His lookes to Ladies eyes did giue a light,
But pride of beautie, did his beautie smother,
Like him for faire you could not find another:
Ah had he lou'd, and not on Ladies lower,
He neare had bene transformed to a flower.
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This is an Embleame for those painted faces,
Where deuine beautie rests her for a while,
Filling their browes with stormes and great disgraces,
That on the pained soule yeelds not a smile,
But puts true loue into perpetuall exile:
Hard hearted Soule, such fortune light on thee,
That thou maist be transform'd as well as he.
Where deuine beautie rests her for a while,
Filling their browes with stormes and great disgraces,
That on the pained soule yeelds not a smile,
But puts true loue into perpetuall exile:
Hard hearted Soule, such fortune light on thee,
That thou maist be transform'd as well as he.
Ah had the boy bene pliable to be wonne,
And not abusde his morne excelling face,
He might haue liu'd as beauteous as the Sunne,
And to his beautie Ladies would giue place,
But O proud Boy, thou wroughtst thine owne disgrace:
Thou lou'st thy selfe, and by the selfe same loue,
Did'st thy deuinesse to a flower remoue.
And not abusde his morne excelling face,
He might haue liu'd as beauteous as the Sunne,
And to his beautie Ladies would giue place,
But O proud Boy, thou wroughtst thine owne disgrace:
Thou lou'st thy selfe, and by the selfe same loue,
Did'st thy deuinesse to a flower remoue.
But to proceed, there's Christi oculus,
The seede of this Horminum drunke with wine,
Doth stirre a procurations heate in vs,
And to Libidenous lusts makes men incline,
And mens vnable bodies doth refine:
It brings increase by operation,
And multiplies our generation.
The seede of this Horminum drunke with wine,
Doth stirre a procurations heate in vs,
And to Libidenous lusts makes men incline,
And mens vnable bodies doth refine:
It brings increase by operation,
And multiplies our generation.
There's Carrets, Cheruile, and the Cucumer,
Red Patiens, Purslane, and Gingidium,
Oxe eie, sheepe killing Penygrasses, and the golden flower
Cuckoepintell, our Ladies seale, and Sagapinum,
Theophrastus violet, and Vincetoxicum:
Saint Peters wort, and louely Venus haire,
And Squilla, that keepes men from foule despaire.
Red Patiens, Purslane, and Gingidium,
Oxe eie, sheepe killing Penygrasses, and the golden flower
Cuckoepintell, our Ladies seale, and Sagapinum,
Theophrastus violet, and Vincetoxicum:
Saint Peters wort, and louely Venus haire,
And Squilla, that keepes men from foule despaire.
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O this word Carrets, if a number knew
The vertue of thy rare excelling roote,
And what good help to men there doth ensue,
They would their lands, and their liues sell to boote,
But thy sweete operation they would view:
Sad dreaming Louers slumbring in the night,
Would in thy honie working take delight.
The vertue of thy rare excelling roote,
And what good help to men there doth ensue,
They would their lands, and their liues sell to boote,
But thy sweete operation they would view:
Sad dreaming Louers slumbring in the night,
Would in thy honie working take delight.
The Thracian Orpheus whose admired skill
Infernall Pluto once hath rauished,
Causing high Trees to daunce against their will,
And vutam'd Beast with Musicks Harpe hath fed,
And Fishes to the shore hath often led,
By his experience oftentimes did proue,
This Roote procur'd in Maides a perfect loue.
Infernall Pluto once hath rauished,
Causing high Trees to daunce against their will,
And vutam'd Beast with Musicks Harpe hath fed,
And Fishes to the shore hath often led,
By his experience oftentimes did proue,
This Roote procur'd in Maides a perfect loue.
Purslane doth comfort the inflamed hart,
And healeth the exulcerated kidnies:
It stoppeth all defluxions falling smart,
And when we sleepe expelleth dreames and fancies:
It driues Imaginations from our eyes,
The iuyce of Purslane hindreth that desire,
When men to Uenus games would faine aspire.
And healeth the exulcerated kidnies:
It stoppeth all defluxions falling smart,
And when we sleepe expelleth dreames and fancies:
It driues Imaginations from our eyes,
The iuyce of Purslane hindreth that desire,
When men to Uenus games would faine aspire.
Theres Rocket, Iacke by the hedge, and Loue in idlenesse,
Knights water Sengreene, and Siluer maidenheare,
Paris Nauews, Tornesol, and towne Cresses,
Starre thistle that for many things is deare,
And Seia that in Italy Corne doth beare:
Wake-robbins, Hyacinth, and Hartichocke,
Letuce, that mens sence asleepe doth rocke.
Knights water Sengreene, and Siluer maidenheare,
Paris Nauews, Tornesol, and towne Cresses,
Starre thistle that for many things is deare,
And Seia that in Italy Corne doth beare:
Wake-robbins, Hyacinth, and Hartichocke,
Letuce, that mens sence asleepe doth rocke.
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O poore boy Hyacinthus thy faire face
Of which Apollo was enamored,
Brought thy lifes Lord too timely to that place,
Where playing with thee thou wast murdered,
And with thy bloud the grasse was sprinckled:
Thy bodie was transformed in that hower,
Into a red white mingled Gilli-flower.
Of which Apollo was enamored,
Brought thy lifes Lord too timely to that place,
Where playing with thee thou wast murdered,
And with thy bloud the grasse was sprinckled:
Thy bodie was transformed in that hower,
Into a red white mingled Gilli-flower.
Nature.
But yet Apollo wept when he was slaine,
For playing with him, cleane against his will
He made him breathlesse, this procur'd his paine:
True loue doth seldome secke true loue to kill;
O Loue thou many actions dost fulfill!
Search, seek, & learn what things there may be shown,
Then say that Loues sweet secrets are vnknowne.
For playing with him, cleane against his will
He made him breathlesse, this procur'd his paine:
True loue doth seldome secke true loue to kill;
O Loue thou many actions dost fulfill!
Search, seek, & learn what things there may be shown,
Then say that Loues sweet secrets are vnknowne.
And as a token of Apolloes sorrow,
A siluer coloured Lillie did appeare,
The leaues his perfect sighes and teares did borrow,
Which haue continued still from yeare to yeare;
Which shewes him louing, not to be seuere,
Αιαι is written as a mourning Dittie,
Vpon this flower which shewes Apolloes pittie.
A siluer coloured Lillie did appeare,
The leaues his perfect sighes and teares did borrow,
Which haue continued still from yeare to yeare;
Which shewes him louing, not to be seuere,
Αιαι is written as a mourning Dittie,
Vpon this flower which shewes Apolloes pittie.
O Schoole-boyes I will teach you such a shift,
As will be worth a Kingdome when you know it,
An herbe that hath a secret hidden drift,
To none but Treauants do I meane to show it,
And all deepe read Phisitions will allow it:
O how you play the wags, and faine would heare
Some secret matter to allay your feare.
As will be worth a Kingdome when you know it,
An herbe that hath a secret hidden drift,
To none but Treauants do I meane to show it,
And all deepe read Phisitions will allow it:
O how you play the wags, and faine would heare
Some secret matter to allay your feare.
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Theres garden Rocket, take me but the seed,
When in your Maisters brow your faults remaine,
And when to saue your selues there is great need,
Being whipt or beaten you shall feele no paine,
Although the bloud your buttocks seeme to staine:
It hardneth so the flesh and tender skin,
That what is seene without comes not within.
When in your Maisters brow your faults remaine,
And when to saue your selues there is great need,
Being whipt or beaten you shall feele no paine,
Although the bloud your buttocks seeme to staine:
It hardneth so the flesh and tender skin,
That what is seene without comes not within.
The Father that desires to haue a boy,
That may be Heire vnto his land and liuing,
Let his espoused Loue drinke day by day,
Good Artichocks, who buds in August bring,
Sed in cleare running water of the spring;
Wiues naturall Conception it doth strengthen,
And their declining life by force doth lengthen.
That may be Heire vnto his land and liuing,
Let his espoused Loue drinke day by day,
Good Artichocks, who buds in August bring,
Sed in cleare running water of the spring;
Wiues naturall Conception it doth strengthen,
And their declining life by force doth lengthen.
In Sommertime, when sluggish idlenesse
Doth haunt the bodie of a healthfull man,
In Winter time when a cold heauie slownesse
Doth tame a womans strength, do what she can,
Making her looke both bloudlesse, pale and wan,
The vertue of this Artichocke is such,
It stirres them vp to labour verie much.
Doth haunt the bodie of a healthfull man,
In Winter time when a cold heauie slownesse
Doth tame a womans strength, do what she can,
Making her looke both bloudlesse, pale and wan,
The vertue of this Artichocke is such,
It stirres them vp to labour verie much.
Theres Sowbread, Stanwort, and Starre of Hierusalem,
Base or flat Veruine, and the wholesome Tansie,
Go to bed at noone, and Titimalem,
Hundred headed thistle, and tree-clasping Iuie,
Storks bill, great Stonecrop, and seed of Canary,
Dwarfe gentian, Snakeweed and sommer Sauory,
Bell rags, prickly Boxe, and Raspis of Couentry.
Base or flat Veruine, and the wholesome Tansie,
Go to bed at noone, and Titimalem,
Hundred headed thistle, and tree-clasping Iuie,
Storks bill, great Stonecrop, and seed of Canary,
Dwarfe gentian, Snakeweed and sommer Sauory,
Bell rags, prickly Boxe, and Raspis of Couentry.
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This Sowbread is an herbe that's perillous,
For howsoeuer this same Roote be vsed,
For women growne with child tis dangerous,
And therefore it is good to be refused:
Vnlesse too much they seeke to be misused,
O haue a care how this you do apply,
Either in inward things or outwardly.
For howsoeuer this same Roote be vsed,
For women growne with child tis dangerous,
And therefore it is good to be refused:
Vnlesse too much they seeke to be misused,
O haue a care how this you do apply,
Either in inward things or outwardly.
Those that about them carrie this same Sowbread,
Or plant it in their gardens in the Spring,
If that they onely ouer it do tread,
Twill kill the issue they about them bring,
When Mother Lullabie with ioy should sing:
Yet wanton scaping Maides perhaps will tast,
This vnkind herbe, and snatch it vp in hast.
Or plant it in their gardens in the Spring,
If that they onely ouer it do tread,
Twill kill the issue they about them bring,
When Mother Lullabie with ioy should sing:
Yet wanton scaping Maides perhaps will tast,
This vnkind herbe, and snatch it vp in hast.
Yet let me giue a warning to you all,
Do not presume too much in dalliance,
Be not short-heeld with euery wind to fall:
The Eye of heauen perhaps will not dispence
With your rash fault, but plague your fowle offence,
And take away the working and the vertue,
Because to him you broke your promis'd dutie.
Do not presume too much in dalliance,
Be not short-heeld with euery wind to fall:
The Eye of heauen perhaps will not dispence
With your rash fault, but plague your fowle offence,
And take away the working and the vertue,
Because to him you broke your promis'd dutie.
Theres Iuie, that doth cling about the tree,
And with her leauie armes doth round embrace
The rotten hollow withered trunke we see,
That from the maiden Cissus tooke that place,
Grape-crowned Bacchus did this damzell grace:
Loue-piercing windowes dazeled so her eye,
That in Loues ouer-kindnesse she did dye.
And with her leauie armes doth round embrace
The rotten hollow withered trunke we see,
That from the maiden Cissus tooke that place,
Grape-crowned Bacchus did this damzell grace:
Loue-piercing windowes dazeled so her eye,
That in Loues ouer-kindnesse she did dye.
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A rich-wrought sumptuous Banquet was prepared,
Vnto the which the Gods were all inuited:
Amongst them all this Cissus was insnared,
And in the sight of Bacchus much delighted:
In her faire bosome was true Loue vnited,
She daunc't and often kist him with such mirth,
That sudden ioy did stop her vitall breath.
Vnto the which the Gods were all inuited:
Amongst them all this Cissus was insnared,
And in the sight of Bacchus much delighted:
In her faire bosome was true Loue vnited,
She daunc't and often kist him with such mirth,
That sudden ioy did stop her vitall breath.
Assoone as that the Nourisher of things,
Our Grandam Earth had tasted of her bloud,
From foorth her bodie a fresh Plant there springs,
And then an Iuy-climing Herbe there stood,
That for the fluxe Dissenterie is good:
For the remembrance of the God of wine,
It therefore alwaies claspes about the Vine.
Our Grandam Earth had tasted of her bloud,
From foorth her bodie a fresh Plant there springs,
And then an Iuy-climing Herbe there stood,
That for the fluxe Dissenterie is good:
For the remembrance of the God of wine,
It therefore alwaies claspes about the Vine.
There is Angellica or Dwarfe Gentian,
Whose roote being dride in the hot shining Sunne,
From death it doth preserue the poysoned man,
Whose extreame torment makes his life halfe gone,
That from deaths mixed potion could not shunne:
No Pestilence nor no infectious aire,
Shall do him hurt, or cause him to dispaire.
Whose roote being dride in the hot shining Sunne,
From death it doth preserue the poysoned man,
Whose extreame torment makes his life halfe gone,
That from deaths mixed potion could not shunne:
No Pestilence nor no infectious aire,
Shall do him hurt, or cause him to dispaire.
Theres Carduus benedictus cald the Blessed thistle,
Neswort, Peniroyall, and Astrolochia,
Yellow Wolfs-bane, and Rose-smelling Bramble,
Our Ladies Bedstraw, Brookelime, and Lunaria,
Cinque foile, Cats taile, and Cresse Sciatica,
Hollihockes, Mouseare, and Pety Morrell,
Sage, Scorpiades, and the garden Sorrell.
Neswort, Peniroyall, and Astrolochia,
Yellow Wolfs-bane, and Rose-smelling Bramble,
Our Ladies Bedstraw, Brookelime, and Lunaria,
Cinque foile, Cats taile, and Cresse Sciatica,
Hollihockes, Mouseare, and Pety Morrell,
Sage, Scorpiades, and the garden Sorrell.
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First of the Nesewort, it doth driue away,
And poysoneth troublesome Mice and long-tail'd Rats,
And being sod in milke, it doth destroy
Bees, Waspes, or Flies, and litle stinging Gnats:
It killeth Dogs, and rest disturbing Cats,
Boyled with vineger it doth asswage
The ach proceeding from the tooths hot rage.
And poysoneth troublesome Mice and long-tail'd Rats,
And being sod in milke, it doth destroy
Bees, Waspes, or Flies, and litle stinging Gnats:
It killeth Dogs, and rest disturbing Cats,
Boyled with vineger it doth asswage
The ach proceeding from the tooths hot rage.
Sage is an herbe for health preseruatiue,
It doth expell from women barrennesse:
Ætius saith, it makes the child to liue,
Whose new-knit ioynts are full of feeblenesse,
And comforteth the mothers wearinesse:
Adding a liuely spirit, that doth good
Vnto the painefull labouring wiues sicke bloud.
It doth expell from women barrennesse:
Ætius saith, it makes the child to liue,
Whose new-knit ioynts are full of feeblenesse,
And comforteth the mothers wearinesse:
Adding a liuely spirit, that doth good
Vnto the painefull labouring wiues sicke bloud.
In Egypt when a great mortalitie,
And killing Pestilence did infect the Land,
Making the people die innumerablie,
The plague being ceast, the women out of hand
Did drinke of iuyce of Sage continually,
That made them to increase and multiply,
And bring foorth store of children presently.
And killing Pestilence did infect the Land,
Making the people die innumerablie,
The plague being ceast, the women out of hand
Did drinke of iuyce of Sage continually,
That made them to increase and multiply,
And bring foorth store of children presently.
This herbe Lunaria, if a horse do grase
Within a medow where the same doth grow,
And ouer it doth come with gentle pace,
Hauing a horslocke at his foote below,
As many haue, that sauegard we do know,
It openeth the Locke, and makes it fall,
Despight the barre that it is lockt withall.
Within a medow where the same doth grow,
And ouer it doth come with gentle pace,
Hauing a horslocke at his foote below,
As many haue, that sauegard we do know,
It openeth the Locke, and makes it fall,
Despight the barre that it is lockt withall.
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There's Standergras, Hares ballockes, or great Orchis,
Prouoketh Uenus, and procureth sport,
It helpes the weakned body that's amisse,
And fals away in a consumptuous sort,
It heales the Hectique feauer by report:
But the dried shriueld roote being withered,
Hindreth the vertue we haue vttered.
Prouoketh Uenus, and procureth sport,
It helpes the weakned body that's amisse,
And fals away in a consumptuous sort,
It heales the Hectique feauer by report:
But the dried shriueld roote being withered,
Hindreth the vertue we haue vttered.
If Man of the great springing rootes doth eate,
Being in matrimoniall copulation,
Male children of his wife he shall beget,
This speciall vertue hath the operation,
If Women make the withered rootes their meate,
Faire louely Daughters, affable, and wise,
From their fresh springing loines there shall arise.
Being in matrimoniall copulation,
Male children of his wife he shall beget,
This speciall vertue hath the operation,
If Women make the withered rootes their meate,
Faire louely Daughters, affable, and wise,
From their fresh springing loines there shall arise.
Theres Rosemarie, the Arabians iustifie,
(Phisitions of exceeding perfect skill,)
It comforteth the braine and Memorie,
And to the inward sence giues strength at will,
The head with noble knowledge it doth fill.
Conserues thereof restores the speech being lost,
And makes a perfect Tongue with little cost.
(Phisitions of exceeding perfect skill,)
It comforteth the braine and Memorie,
And to the inward sence giues strength at will,
The head with noble knowledge it doth fill.
Conserues thereof restores the speech being lost,
And makes a perfect Tongue with little cost.
Theres Dwale or Nightshade, tis a fatall plant,
It bringeth men into a deadly sleepe,
Then Rage and Anger doth their senses haunt,
And like mad Aiax they a coile do keepe,
Till leane-fac'd Death into their heart doth creepe,
In Almaine graue experience hath vs tought,
This wicked herbe for manie things is nought.
It bringeth men into a deadly sleepe,
Then Rage and Anger doth their senses haunt,
And like mad Aiax they a coile do keepe,
Till leane-fac'd Death into their heart doth creepe,
In Almaine graue experience hath vs tought,
This wicked herbe for manie things is nought.
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Oke of Ierusalem being throughly dried,
And laid in presses where your clothes do lie,
No Mothes or venome mongst them shall abide,
It makes them smell so odoriferously,
That it doth kill them all immediately:
It helpes the breast that's stopped with corruption,
And giues mans breath fit operation.
And laid in presses where your clothes do lie,
No Mothes or venome mongst them shall abide,
It makes them smell so odoriferously,
That it doth kill them all immediately:
It helpes the breast that's stopped with corruption,
And giues mans breath fit operation.
Phœnix.
Blest be our mother Earth that nourisheth,
In her rich womb the seede of Times increase,
And by her vertue all things flourisheth,
When from her bosome she doth them release,
But are their Plants and Trees in this faire Ile,
Where Floras sweete spread garden seemes to smile?
In her rich womb the seede of Times increase,
And by her vertue all things flourisheth,
When from her bosome she doth them release,
But are their Plants and Trees in this faire Ile,
Where Floras sweete spread garden seemes to smile?
Nature.
As plentifull vnto these Ilanders,
Are the fruit-bearing Trees, as be the Flowers:
And to the chiefest Lords that are commanders,
They serue as pleasant ouer-shading bowers,
To banquet in the day, and sport being late,
And most of them I meane to nominate.
Are the fruit-bearing Trees, as be the Flowers:
And to the chiefest Lords that are commanders,
They serue as pleasant ouer-shading bowers,
To banquet in the day, and sport being late,
And most of them I meane to nominate.
Ther's the great sturdie Oke and spreading Vine,
Vnder whose branches Bacchus vsd' to sleepe,
The Rose-tree and the loftie bearing Pine,
That seemes (being toucht with wind) full oft to weepe,
The Hawthorne, Christs-thorne and the Rosemary,
The Tamariske, Willow, and the Almond-tree.
Vnder whose branches Bacchus vsd' to sleepe,
The Rose-tree and the loftie bearing Pine,
That seemes (being toucht with wind) full oft to weepe,
The Hawthorne, Christs-thorne and the Rosemary,
The Tamariske, Willow, and the Almond-tree.
The most chast tree, that Chastnesse doth betoken,
The Hollyholme, the Corke and Gooseberrie,
That neuer with tempestuous stormes is shooken,
The Oliue, Philbert, and the Barberie,
The Masticke tree whose liquid gumme being dride.
Is good for them that Rheume hath terrified.
The Hollyholme, the Corke and Gooseberrie,
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The Oliue, Philbert, and the Barberie,
The Masticke tree whose liquid gumme being dride.
Is good for them that Rheume hath terrified.
Theres Iudas tree, so cal'd because that Iew,
That did betray the innocent Lambe of God,
There first of all his sorrowes to renew,
Did hang himselfe, plagu'd with a heauy rod,
A iust reward for such an vniust slaue,
That would betray his Maister to the graue.
That did betray the innocent Lambe of God,
There first of all his sorrowes to renew,
Did hang himselfe, plagu'd with a heauy rod,
A iust reward for such an vniust slaue,
That would betray his Maister to the graue.
Theres Ash-tree, Maple, and the Sycamore,
Pomegranate, Apricockes and Iunipere:
The Turpentine that sweet iuyce doth deplore,
The Quince, the Peare-tree, and the young mans Medlar,
The Fig-tree, Orenge, and the sweet moist Lemmon,
The Nutmeg, Plum-tree, and the louely Cytron.
Pomegranate, Apricockes and Iunipere:
The Turpentine that sweet iuyce doth deplore,
The Quince, the Peare-tree, and the young mans Medlar,
The Fig-tree, Orenge, and the sweet moist Lemmon,
The Nutmeg, Plum-tree, and the louely Cytron.
Now for the Mirtle tree, it beares the name,
Being once the gods Pallas best beloued,
Of Mersin the young faire Athenian Dame,
Because in actiuenesse she much excelled:
The lustie young men of Athenia,
She still was honour'd of the wise Minerua.
Being once the gods Pallas best beloued,
Of Mersin the young faire Athenian Dame,
Because in actiuenesse she much excelled:
The lustie young men of Athenia,
She still was honour'd of the wise Minerua.
Who willing her at Tilt and Tournament,
At running, vaulting, and Actiuitie,
And other exercise of gouernement,
Not to be absent from her Deitie:
Because that she as Iudge might giue the Crowne,
And garland to the Victors great renowne.
At running, vaulting, and Actiuitie,
And other exercise of gouernement,
Not to be absent from her Deitie:
Because that she as Iudge might giue the Crowne,
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But no forepassed age was free from Enuie,
That spitefull honor-crazing enemy:
For on a time giuing the equall glorie
To him that wan it most deseruedly,
The vanquisher in furie much displeased,
Slue Mersin whom the Goddesse fauored.
That spitefull honor-crazing enemy:
For on a time giuing the equall glorie
To him that wan it most deseruedly,
The vanquisher in furie much displeased,
Slue Mersin whom the Goddesse fauored.
Pallas offended with their crueltie,
Did gratefully reuenge her Maidens death,
Transforming her into a Mirtle tree,
Sweetly to flourish in the lower earth:
The berries are a meanes for to redresse
(Being decocted) swolne-fac'd Drunkennesse.
Did gratefully reuenge her Maidens death,
Transforming her into a Mirtle tree,
Sweetly to flourish in the lower earth:
The berries are a meanes for to redresse
(Being decocted) swolne-fac'd Drunkennesse.
The stormie Winters greene remaining Bay
Was Daphne, Ladon and the Earths faire daughter,
Whom wise Apollo haunted in the day,
Till at the length by chaunce alas he caught her:
O if such faults were in the Gods aboue,
Blame not poore silly men if they do loue.
Was Daphne, Ladon and the Earths faire daughter,
Whom wise Apollo haunted in the day,
Till at the length by chaunce alas he caught her:
O if such faults were in the Gods aboue,
Blame not poore silly men if they do loue.
But she not able (almost out of breath)
For to resist the wise Gods humble sute,
Made her petition to her mother Earth,
That she would succour her, and make her mute:
The Earth being glad to ease her miserie,
Did swallow her, and turn'd her to a Bay tree.
For to resist the wise Gods humble sute,
Made her petition to her mother Earth,
That she would succour her, and make her mute:
The Earth being glad to ease her miserie,
Did swallow her, and turn'd her to a Bay tree.
Apollo being amazed at this sight,
Named it Daphne for his Daphnes honour,
Twisting a Garland to his hearts delight,
And on his head did weare it as a fauour:
And to this day the Bay trees memorie,
Remaines as token of true Prophesie.
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Twisting a Garland to his hearts delight,
And on his head did weare it as a fauour:
And to this day the Bay trees memorie,
Remaines as token of true Prophesie.
Some of the heathen, men of opinion,
Suppose the greene-leau'd Bay tree can resist
Inchauntments, spirites, and illusion,
And make them seeme as shadowes in a mist,
This tree is dedicate onely to the Sunne,
Because her vertue from his vice begonne.
Suppose the greene-leau'd Bay tree can resist
Inchauntments, spirites, and illusion,
And make them seeme as shadowes in a mist,
This tree is dedicate onely to the Sunne,
Because her vertue from his vice begonne.
The Mose tree hath such great large spreading leaues,
That you may wrap a child of twelue months old
In one of them, vnlesse the truth deceaues,
For so our Herborists haue truly told:
By that great Citie Aleph in Assyria,
This tree was found hard by Venetia.
That you may wrap a child of twelue months old
In one of them, vnlesse the truth deceaues,
For so our Herborists haue truly told:
By that great Citie Aleph in Assyria,
This tree was found hard by Venetia.
The fruite hereof (the Greekes and Christians)
That do remaine in that large-spreading Citie,
The misbeleeuing Iewes and Persians,
Hold this opinion for a certaintie:
Adam did eate in liuely Paradise,
That wrapt mans free-borne soules in miseries.
That do remaine in that large-spreading Citie,
The misbeleeuing Iewes and Persians,
Hold this opinion for a certaintie:
Adam did eate in liuely Paradise,
That wrapt mans free-borne soules in miseries.
Phœnix.
These trees, these plants, and this description,
Of their sweete liquid gums that are distilling,
Are to be held in estimation,
For faire-fac'd Tellus glorie is excelling:
But what white siluer'd rich resembling plaine,
Is that where wooddie moouing trees remaine?
Of their sweete liquid gums that are distilling,
Are to be held in estimation,
For faire-fac'd Tellus glorie is excelling:
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Is that where wooddie moouing trees remaine?
Nature.
That is the watry kingdome of Neptunus,
Where his high wood-made Towers dayly flote,
Bearing the title of Oceanus,
As hony-speaking Poets oft do quote:
And as the branches spreading from the tree,
So do the Riuers grace this louely Countrie.
Where his high wood-made Towers dayly flote,
Bearing the title of Oceanus,
As hony-speaking Poets oft do quote:
And as the branches spreading from the tree,
So do the Riuers grace this louely Countrie.
Wherein is bread for mans sweete nourishment,
Fishes of sundrie sorts and diuerse natures,
That the inhabitants doth much content,
As a relieuement to all mortall creatures,
But for to make you perfect what they be,
I will relate them to you orderly.
Fishes of sundrie sorts and diuerse natures,
That the inhabitants doth much content,
As a relieuement to all mortall creatures,
But for to make you perfect what they be,
I will relate them to you orderly.
There swimmes the gentle Prawne and Pickerell.
A great deuourer of small little fish,
The Puffin, Sole, and Sommer louing Mackrell,
In season held for a high Ladies dish:
The bigge bon'd Whale, of whom the skilfull Marriner,
Sometimes God knowes stands in a mightie terrour.
A great deuourer of small little fish,
The Puffin, Sole, and Sommer louing Mackrell,
In season held for a high Ladies dish:
The bigge bon'd Whale, of whom the skilfull Marriner,
Sometimes God knowes stands in a mightie terrour.
The musicke-louing Dolphin here doth swimme,
That brought Arion on his backe to shore,
And stayd a long while at the Seas deepe brimme,
To heare him play, in nature did deplore,
As being loth to leaue him, but at last
Headlong himselfe into the Sea he cast.
That brought Arion on his backe to shore,
And stayd a long while at the Seas deepe brimme,
To heare him play, in nature did deplore,
As being loth to leaue him, but at last
Headlong himselfe into the Sea he cast.
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Here swimmes the Ray, the Sea-calfe and the Porpoise,
That doth betoken raine or stormes of weather,
The Sea-horse, Sea-hound, and the wide-mouth'd Plaice,
A Spitchcoke, Stocke-fish, and the litle Pilcher,
Whose onely moisture prest by cunning Art,
Is good for those troubled with Aches smart.
That doth betoken raine or stormes of weather,
The Sea-horse, Sea-hound, and the wide-mouth'd Plaice,
A Spitchcoke, Stocke-fish, and the litle Pilcher,
Whose onely moisture prest by cunning Art,
Is good for those troubled with Aches smart.
Here swimmes the Shad, the Spitfish, and the Spurling,
The Thornebacke, Turbut, and the Perewincle,
The Twine, the Trout, the Scallop and the Whiting,
The Scate, the Roch, the Tench and pretie Wrincle:
The Purple-fish, whose liquor vsually,
A violet colour on the cloth doth die.
The Thornebacke, Turbut, and the Perewincle,
The Twine, the Trout, the Scallop and the Whiting,
The Scate, the Roch, the Tench and pretie Wrincle:
The Purple-fish, whose liquor vsually,
A violet colour on the cloth doth die.
Here swimmes the Pearch, the Cuttle and the Stocke-fish,
That with a wooden staffe is often beaten,
The Crab, the Pearch, which poore men alwayes wish,
The Ruffe, the Piper good for to be eaten:
The Barbell that three times in euery yeare,
Her naturall young ones to the waues doth beare.
That with a wooden staffe is often beaten,
The Crab, the Pearch, which poore men alwayes wish,
The Ruffe, the Piper good for to be eaten:
The Barbell that three times in euery yeare,
Her naturall young ones to the waues doth beare.
Phœnix.
His great deuine Omnipotence is mightie,
That rides vpon the Heauens axeltree,
That by increase amongst vs sends such plentie,
If to his Mightinesse gratefull we will be:
But stubburne necked Iewes do him prouoke,
Till he do loade them with a heauie yoke.
That rides vpon the Heauens axeltree,
That by increase amongst vs sends such plentie,
If to his Mightinesse gratefull we will be:
But stubburne necked Iewes do him prouoke,
Till he do loade them with a heauie yoke.
Nature.
Truth haue you said; but I will here expresse
The richesse of the Earths hid secrecie,
The salt Seas vnseene, vnknowne worthinesse,
That yeelds vs precious stones innumerably,
The rarenesse of their vertue fit for Kings,
And such this countrie climate often brings.
The richesse of the Earths hid secrecie,
The salt Seas vnseene, vnknowne worthinesse,
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The rarenesse of their vertue fit for Kings,
And such this countrie climate often brings.
Herein is found the Amatist, and Abestone,
The Topaze, Turches, and Gelatia,
The Adamant, Dionise, and Calcedon,
The Berill, Marble, and Elutropia,
The Ruby, Saphire, and Asterites,
The Iacinth, Sardonix, and Argirites.
The Topaze, Turches, and Gelatia,
The Adamant, Dionise, and Calcedon,
The Berill, Marble, and Elutropia,
The Ruby, Saphire, and Asterites,
The Iacinth, Sardonix, and Argirites.
The Smaragd, Carbuncle, and Alablaster,
Cornellis, Crusopasse, and Corrall:
The sparkling Diamond, and the louely Iasper,
The Margarite, Lodestone, and the bright-ey'd Chrystall,
Ligurius, Onix, Nitrum, and Gagates,
Absistos, Amatites, and the good Achates.
Cornellis, Crusopasse, and Corrall:
The sparkling Diamond, and the louely Iasper,
The Margarite, Lodestone, and the bright-ey'd Chrystall,
Ligurius, Onix, Nitrum, and Gagates,
Absistos, Amatites, and the good Achates.
Here in this Iland are there mines of Gold,
Mines of Siluer, Iron, Tinne and Lead,
That by the labouring workman we behold:
And mines of Brasse, that in the Earth is fed,
The stone Lipparia, Galactites, and Panteron,
Enidros, Iris, Dracontites, and Astrion.
Mines of Siluer, Iron, Tinne and Lead,
That by the labouring workman we behold:
And mines of Brasse, that in the Earth is fed,
The stone Lipparia, Galactites, and Panteron,
Enidros, Iris, Dracontites, and Astrion.
The Adamant, a hard obdurate stone,
Inuincible, and not for to be broken,
Being placed neare a great bigge barre of Iron,
This vertue hath it, as a speciall token,
The Lodestone hath no power to draw away
The Iron barre, but in one place doth stay.
Inuincible, and not for to be broken,
Being placed neare a great bigge barre of Iron,
This vertue hath it, as a speciall token,
The Lodestone hath no power to draw away
The Iron barre, but in one place doth stay.
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Yet with a Goates warme, fresh and liuely blood,
This Adamant doth breake and riue in sunder,
That many mightie, huge strokes hath withstood:
But I will tell you of a greater wonder,
It reconciles the womans loue being lost,
And giueth proofe of Chastnesse without cost.
This Adamant doth breake and riue in sunder,
That many mightie, huge strokes hath withstood:
But I will tell you of a greater wonder,
It reconciles the womans loue being lost,
And giueth proofe of Chastnesse without cost.
The purple colourd Amatist doth preuaile
Against the wit-oppressing Drunkennesse,
If euill Cogitations do assaile
Thy sleepie thoughts wrapt vp in heauinesse,
It soone will driue them from thy minds disturbing,
And temporize thy braine that is offending.
Against the wit-oppressing Drunkennesse,
If euill Cogitations do assaile
Thy sleepie thoughts wrapt vp in heauinesse,
It soone will driue them from thy minds disturbing,
And temporize thy braine that is offending.
The white-veind enterlin'd stone Achates,
Bespotted here and there with spots like blood,
Makes a man gracious in the peoples eyes,
And for to cleare the sight is passing good:
It remedieth the place that's venemous,
And in the fire smels odoriferous.
Bespotted here and there with spots like blood,
Makes a man gracious in the peoples eyes,
And for to cleare the sight is passing good:
It remedieth the place that's venemous,
And in the fire smels odoriferous.
The Gemme Amatites hath this qualitie,
Let a man touch his vesture with the same,
And it resisteth fier mightily:
The vertue doth the force of burning tame,
And afterwards cast in the fiers light,
Burnes not at all, but then it seemes most bright.
Let a man touch his vesture with the same,
And it resisteth fier mightily:
The vertue doth the force of burning tame,
And afterwards cast in the fiers light,
Burnes not at all, but then it seemes most bright.
The faire stone Berrill is so precious,
That mightie men do hold it verie rare:
It frees a man from actions perillous,
If of his lifes deare blood he haue a care,
And now and then being put into the Eyes,
Defends a man from all his enemies.
That mightie men do hold it verie rare:
It frees a man from actions perillous,
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And now and then being put into the Eyes,
Defends a man from all his enemies.
The stone Ceranicum spotted ore with blue,
Being safe and chastly borne within the hand,
Thunders hote raging cracks that do ensue
It doth expell, and Lightnings doth withstand,
Defending of the house that many keepe,
And is effectuall to bring men asleepe.
Being safe and chastly borne within the hand,
Thunders hote raging cracks that do ensue
It doth expell, and Lightnings doth withstand,
Defending of the house that many keepe,
And is effectuall to bring men asleepe.
The Diamond the worlds reflecting eye,
The Diamond the heauens bright shining starre,
The Diamond the earths most purest glorie:
And with the Diamond no Stone can compare;
She teacheth men to speake, and men to loue,
If all her rarest vertues you will proue.
The Diamond the heauens bright shining starre,
The Diamond the earths most purest glorie:
And with the Diamond no Stone can compare;
She teacheth men to speake, and men to loue,
If all her rarest vertues you will proue.
The Diamond taught Musicke first his cunning,
The Diamond taught Poetry her skill,
The Diamond gaue Lawyers first their learning,
Arithmeticke the Diamond taught at will:
She teacheth all Arts: for within her eye,
The knowledge of the world doth safely lye.
The Diamond taught Poetry her skill,
The Diamond gaue Lawyers first their learning,
Arithmeticke the Diamond taught at will:
She teacheth all Arts: for within her eye,
The knowledge of the world doth safely lye.
Dradocos is a stone that's pale and wan,
It brings to some men thoughts fantasticall:
It being layd vpon a cold dead Man,
Loseth the vertue it is grac'd withall;
Wherefore tis called the most holy stone:
For whereas Death frequenteth it is gone.
It brings to some men thoughts fantasticall:
It being layd vpon a cold dead Man,
Loseth the vertue it is grac'd withall;
Wherefore tis called the most holy stone:
For whereas Death frequenteth it is gone.
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Achites is in colour violet,
Found on the Bankes of this delightsome place,
Both male and female in this Land we get:
Whose vertue doth the Princely Eagle grace;
For being borne by her into her nest,
She bringeth foorth her young ones with much rest.
Found on the Bankes of this delightsome place,
Both male and female in this Land we get:
Whose vertue doth the Princely Eagle grace;
For being borne by her into her nest,
She bringeth foorth her young ones with much rest.
This stone being bound fast to a womans side,
Within whose purest wombe her child is lying,
Doth hasten child-birth, and doth make her bide
But litle paine, her humours is releasing.
If anie one be guiltie of Deceit,
This stone will cause him to forsake his meate.
Within whose purest wombe her child is lying,
Doth hasten child-birth, and doth make her bide
But litle paine, her humours is releasing.
If anie one be guiltie of Deceit,
This stone will cause him to forsake his meate.
Enidros is the stone that's alwayes sweating,
Distilling liquid drops continually:
And yet for all his daily moisture melting,
It keepes the selfe same bignesse stedfastly:
It neuer lesseneth, nor doth fall away,
But in one stedfast perfectnesse doth stay.
Distilling liquid drops continually:
And yet for all his daily moisture melting,
It keepes the selfe same bignesse stedfastly:
It neuer lesseneth, nor doth fall away,
But in one stedfast perfectnesse doth stay.
Perpetui fletus lachrymas distillat Enidros,
Qui velut ex pleni fontis scaturigine manat.
Qui velut ex pleni fontis scaturigine manat.
Gagates smelling like to Frankensence,
Being left whereas the poisnous Serpents breed,
Driues them away, and doth his force commence,
Making this beast on barren plaines to feed,
And there to starue and pine away for meate,
Because being there he finds no food to eate.
Being left whereas the poisnous Serpents breed,
Driues them away, and doth his force commence,
Making this beast on barren plaines to feed,
And there to starue and pine away for meate,
Because being there he finds no food to eate.
This stone being put in a faire womans drinke,
Will testifie her pure Virginitie,
A most rare thing that some men neuer thinke,
Yet you shall giue your iugdement easily,
For if she make her water presently,
Then hath this Woman lost her honestie.
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A most rare thing that some men neuer thinke,
Yet you shall giue your iugdement easily,
For if she make her water presently,
Then hath this Woman lost her honestie.
The Iacinth is a neighbour to the Saphire,
That doth transforme it selfe to sundrie sights,
Sometimes tis blacke and cloudie, sometimes cleire,
And from the mutable ayre borrowes lights:
It giueth strength and vigor in his kind,
And faire sweete quiet sleepe brings to the mind.
That doth transforme it selfe to sundrie sights,
Sometimes tis blacke and cloudie, sometimes cleire,
And from the mutable ayre borrowes lights:
It giueth strength and vigor in his kind,
And faire sweete quiet sleepe brings to the mind.
Rabiates being clearely coloured,
Borne about one doth make him eloquent,
And in great honour to be fauoured,
If he do vse it to a good intent,
Foule venemous Serpents it doth bring in awe,
And cureth paine and griefe about the mawe.
Borne about one doth make him eloquent,
And in great honour to be fauoured,
If he do vse it to a good intent,
Foule venemous Serpents it doth bring in awe,
And cureth paine and griefe about the mawe.
The iron-drawing Lode-stone if you set
Within a vessell, either Gold or Brasse,
And place a peece of Iron vnder it,
Of some indifferent size or smallest compasse,
The Lodestone on the top will cause it moue,
And by his vertue meete with it aboue.
Within a vessell, either Gold or Brasse,
And place a peece of Iron vnder it,
Of some indifferent size or smallest compasse,
The Lodestone on the top will cause it moue,
And by his vertue meete with it aboue.
The Meade stone coloured like the grassie greene,
Much gentle ease vnto the Goute hath donne,
And helpeth those being troubled with the Spleene,
Mingled with Womans milke bearing a Sonne:
It remedi'th the wit-assailing Frenzie,
And purgeth the sad mind of Melancholie.
Much gentle ease vnto the Goute hath donne,
And helpeth those being troubled with the Spleene,
Mingled with Womans milke bearing a Sonne:
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And purgeth the sad mind of Melancholie.
The stone Orites spotted ore with white,
Being worne, or hung about a womans necke,
Prohibiteth Conception and Delight,
And the child-bearing wombe by force doth checke:
Or else it hast'neth her deliuerie,
And makes the birth vnperfect and vntimely.
Being worne, or hung about a womans necke,
Prohibiteth Conception and Delight,
And the child-bearing wombe by force doth checke:
Or else it hast'neth her deliuerie,
And makes the birth vnperfect and vntimely.
Skie colour'd Saphire Kings and Princes weare,
Being held most precious in their iudging sight:
The verie touch of this doth throughly cure
The Carbuncles enraging hatefull spight:
It doth delight and recreate the Eyes,
And all base grossenesse it doth quite despise.
Being held most precious in their iudging sight:
The verie touch of this doth throughly cure
The Carbuncles enraging hatefull spight:
It doth delight and recreate the Eyes,
And all base grossenesse it doth quite despise.
If in a boxe you put an inuenomd Spider,
Whose poisonous operation is annoying,
And on the boxes top lay the true Saphire,
The vertue of his power shewes vs his cunning,
He vanquisheth the Spider, leaues him dead,
And to Apollo now is consecrated.
Whose poisonous operation is annoying,
And on the boxes top lay the true Saphire,
The vertue of his power shewes vs his cunning,
He vanquisheth the Spider, leaues him dead,
And to Apollo now is consecrated.
The fresh greene colour'd Smaragd doth excell
All Trees, Boughs, Plants, and new fresh springing Leaues
The hote reflecting Sunne can neuer quell
His vertue, that no eye-sight ere deceiues,
But ore faire Phœbus glorie it triumpheth,
And the dimme duskie Eyes it polisheth.
All Trees, Boughs, Plants, and new fresh springing Leaues
The hote reflecting Sunne can neuer quell
His vertue, that no eye-sight ere deceiues,
But ore faire Phœbus glorie it triumpheth,
And the dimme duskie Eyes it polisheth.
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The valiant Cæsar tooke his chiefe delight,
By looking on the Σμαρονς excellence,
To see his Romane souldiers how they fight,
And view what wards they had for their defence,
And who exceld in perfect chiualrie,
And noblest bore himselfe in victorie.
By looking on the Σμαρονς excellence,
To see his Romane souldiers how they fight,
And view what wards they had for their defence,
And who exceld in perfect chiualrie,
And noblest bore himselfe in victorie.
This Stone doth serue to Diuination,
To tell of things to come, and things being past,
And mongst vs held in estimation,
Giuing the sicke mans meate a gentle tast:
If things shall be, it keepes in the Mind,
If not, forgetfulnesse our Eyes doth blind.
To tell of things to come, and things being past,
And mongst vs held in estimation,
Giuing the sicke mans meate a gentle tast:
If things shall be, it keepes in the Mind,
If not, forgetfulnesse our Eyes doth blind.
The Turches being worne in a Ring,
If any Gentleman haue cause to ride,
Supports, and doth sustaine him from all falling,
Or hurting of him selfe what ere betide:
And ere he suffer anie fearefull danger,
Will fall it selfe, and breake, and burst a sunder.
If any Gentleman haue cause to ride,
Supports, and doth sustaine him from all falling,
Or hurting of him selfe what ere betide:
And ere he suffer anie fearefull danger,
Will fall it selfe, and breake, and burst a sunder.
Phœnix.
These wondrous things of Nature to mens eares
Will almost proue (sweete Nature) incredible,
But by Times ancient record it appeares,
These hidden secrets to be memorable:
For his diuinesse that hath wrought this wonder,
Rules men and beasts, the lightning and the thunder.
Will almost proue (sweete Nature) incredible,
But by Times ancient record it appeares,
These hidden secrets to be memorable:
For his diuinesse that hath wrought this wonder,
Rules men and beasts, the lightning and the thunder.
Nature.
For the worlds blindnesse and opinion,
I care not Phœnix, they are misbeleeuing,
And if their eyes trie not conclusion,
They will not trust a strangers true reporting.
With Beasts and Birds I will conclude my storie,
And to that All-in-all yeeld perfect glorie.
I care not Phœnix, they are misbeleeuing,
And if their eyes trie not conclusion,
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With Beasts and Birds I will conclude my storie,
And to that All-in-all yeeld perfect glorie.
In yonder woodie groue and fertile plaine,
Remaines the Leopard and the watrie Badger,
The Bugle or wild Oxe doth there remaine,
The Onocentaure and the cruell Tyger,
The Dromidary and the princely Lion,
The Bore, the Elephant, and the poisnous Dragon.
Remaines the Leopard and the watrie Badger,
The Bugle or wild Oxe doth there remaine,
The Onocentaure and the cruell Tyger,
The Dromidary and the princely Lion,
The Bore, the Elephant, and the poisnous Dragon.
The strong neck'd Bull that neuer felt the yoke,
The Cat, the Dog, the Wolfe, and cruell Viper,
The lurking Hare that pretie sport prouokes,
The Goatebucke, Hedgehogge and the swiftfoote Panther,
The Horse, Cameleopard and strong pawd Beare,
The Ape, the Asse, and the most fearefull Deare.
The Cat, the Dog, the Wolfe, and cruell Viper,
The lurking Hare that pretie sport prouokes,
The Goatebucke, Hedgehogge and the swiftfoote Panther,
The Horse, Cameleopard and strong pawd Beare,
The Ape, the Asse, and the most fearefull Deare.
The Mouse, the Mule, the Sow and Salamander,
That from the burning fire cannot liue,
The Weasell, Cammell and the hunted Beauer,
That in pursute away his stones doth giue:
The Stellio, Camelion and Vnicorne,
That doth expell hot poison with his Horne.
That from the burning fire cannot liue,
The Weasell, Cammell and the hunted Beauer,
That in pursute away his stones doth giue:
The Stellio, Camelion and Vnicorne,
That doth expell hot poison with his Horne.
The cruell Beare in her conception,
Brings forth at first a thing that's indigest,
A lump of flesh without all fashion,
Which she by often licking brings to rest,
Making a formall body good and sound,
Which often in this Iland we haue found.
Brings forth at first a thing that's indigest,
A lump of flesh without all fashion,
Which she by often licking brings to rest,
Making a formall body good and sound,
Which often in this Iland we haue found.
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Hic format lingua fœtum, quem protulit Vrsa.
The great wild Bore of nature terrible,
With two strong Tushes for his Armorie,
Sometimes assailes the Beare most horrible,
And twixt them is a fight both fierce and deadly:
He hunteth after Marioram and Organie,
Which as a whetstone doth his need supplie.
With two strong Tushes for his Armorie,
Sometimes assailes the Beare most horrible,
And twixt them is a fight both fierce and deadly:
He hunteth after Marioram and Organie,
Which as a whetstone doth his need supplie.
The Bugle or wild Oxe is neuer tam'd,
But with an iron ring put through his snout,
That of some perfect strength must needs be fram'd,
Then may you leade him all the world about:
The Huntsmen find him hung within a tree,
Fast by the hornes and then thy vse no pittie.
But with an iron ring put through his snout,
That of some perfect strength must needs be fram'd,
Then may you leade him all the world about:
The Huntsmen find him hung within a tree,
Fast by the hornes and then thy vse no pittie.
The Camell is of nature flexible,
For when a burden on his backe is bound,
To ease the labourer, he is knowne most gentle,
For why he kneeleth downe vpon the ground:
Suffering the man to put it off or on,
As it seemes best in his discretion.
For when a burden on his backe is bound,
To ease the labourer, he is knowne most gentle,
For why he kneeleth downe vpon the ground:
Suffering the man to put it off or on,
As it seemes best in his discretion.
They liue some fiftie or some hundred yeares,
And can remaine from water full foure dayes,
And most delight to drinke when there appeares,
A muddie spring that's troubled many wayes:
Betweene them is a naturall honest care,
If one conioyneth with his Damme, tis rare.
And can remaine from water full foure dayes,
And most delight to drinke when there appeares,
A muddie spring that's troubled many wayes:
Betweene them is a naturall honest care,
If one conioyneth with his Damme, tis rare.
The Dragon is a poisnous venom'd beast,
With whom the Elephant is at enmitie,
And in contention they do neuer rest,
Till one hath slaine the other cruelly:
The Dragon with the Elephant tries a fall,
And being vnder he is slaine withall.
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And in contention they do neuer rest,
Till one hath slaine the other cruelly:
The Dragon with the Elephant tries a fall,
And being vnder he is slaine withall.
The bunch-backt, big-bon'd, swift-foote Dromidary
Of Dromas the Greeke word borrowing the name,
For his quicke flying speedy property:
Which easily these countreymen do tame,
Hel'go a hundreth miles within one day,
And neuer seeke in any place to stay.
Of Dromas the Greeke word borrowing the name,
For his quicke flying speedy property:
Which easily these countreymen do tame,
Hel'go a hundreth miles within one day,
And neuer seeke in any place to stay.
The Dogge a naturall, kind, and louing thing,
As witnesseth our Histories of old:
Their maister dead, the poore foole with lamenting
Doth kill himselfe before accounted bold:
And would defend his maister if he might,
When cruelly his foe begins to fight.
As witnesseth our Histories of old:
Their maister dead, the poore foole with lamenting
Doth kill himselfe before accounted bold:
And would defend his maister if he might,
When cruelly his foe begins to fight.
The Elephant with tushes Iuorie,
Is a great friend to man as he doth trauell:
The Dragon hating man most spitefully,
The Elephant doth with the Dragon quarell:
And twixt them two is a most deadly strife,
Till that the man be past, and sau'd his life.
Is a great friend to man as he doth trauell:
The Dragon hating man most spitefully,
The Elephant doth with the Dragon quarell:
And twixt them two is a most deadly strife,
Till that the man be past, and sau'd his life.
The Elephant seene in Astronomy,
Will euery month play the Phisition:
Taking delight his cunning for to try,
Giuing himselfe a sweete purgation,
And to the running springs himselfe addresse,
And in the same wash off his filthinesse.
Will euery month play the Phisition:
Taking delight his cunning for to try,
Giuing himselfe a sweete purgation,
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And in the same wash off his filthinesse.
The Gote-bucke is a beast lasciuious,
And giuen much to filthy venerie;
Apt and prone to be contentious,
Seeking by craft to kill his enemy:
His bloud being warme suppleth the Adamant,
That neither fire or force could euer daunt.
And giuen much to filthy venerie;
Apt and prone to be contentious,
Seeking by craft to kill his enemy:
His bloud being warme suppleth the Adamant,
That neither fire or force could euer daunt.
The Hedghogge hath a sharpe quicke thorned garment,
That on his backe doth serue him for defence:
He can presage the winds incontinent,
And hath good knowledge in the difference
Betweene the Southerne and the Northren wind,
These vertues are allotted him by kind.
That on his backe doth serue him for defence:
He can presage the winds incontinent,
And hath good knowledge in the difference
Betweene the Southerne and the Northren wind,
These vertues are allotted him by kind.
Whereon in Constantinople that great City,
A marchant in his garden gaue one nourishment:
By which he knew the winds true certainty,
Because the Hedgehogge gaue him iust presagement:
Apples, or peares, or grapes, such is his meate,
Which on his backe he caries for to eate.
A marchant in his garden gaue one nourishment:
By which he knew the winds true certainty,
Because the Hedgehogge gaue him iust presagement:
Apples, or peares, or grapes, such is his meate,
Which on his backe he caries for to eate.
The spotted Linx in face much like a Lyon,
His vrine is of such a qualitie,
In time it turneth to a precious stone,
Called Ligarius for his property:
He hateth man so much, that he doth hide
His vrine in the earth, not to be spide.
His vrine is of such a qualitie,
In time it turneth to a precious stone,
Called Ligarius for his property:
He hateth man so much, that he doth hide
His vrine in the earth, not to be spide.
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The princely Lion King of forrest-Kings,
And chiefe Commaunder of the Wildernesse,
At whose faire feete all Beasts lay downe their offrings,
Yeelding alleageance to his worthinesse:
His strength remaineth most within his head,
His vertue in his heart is compassed.
And chiefe Commaunder of the Wildernesse,
At whose faire feete all Beasts lay downe their offrings,
Yeelding alleageance to his worthinesse:
His strength remaineth most within his head,
His vertue in his heart is compassed.
He neuer wrongs a man, nor hurts his pray,
If they will yeeld submissiue at his feete,
He knoweth when the Lionesse playes false play,
If in all kindnesse he his loue do meete:
He doth defend the poore and innocent,
And those that cruel-hearted Beasts haue rent.
If they will yeeld submissiue at his feete,
He knoweth when the Lionesse playes false play,
If in all kindnesse he his loue do meete:
He doth defend the poore and innocent,
And those that cruel-hearted Beasts haue rent.
Then is't not pittie that the craftie Foxe,
The rauenous Wolfe, the Tyger, and the Beare,
The slow-past-dull-brain'd heauie Oxe,
Should striue so good a state to ouerweare?
The Lion sleepes and laughes to see them striue,
But in the end leaues not a beast aliue.
The rauenous Wolfe, the Tyger, and the Beare,
The slow-past-dull-brain'd heauie Oxe,
Should striue so good a state to ouerweare?
The Lion sleepes and laughes to see them striue,
But in the end leaues not a beast aliue.
The Onocentaur is a monstrous beast;
Supposed halfe a man and halfe an asse,
That neuer shuts his eyes in quiet rest,
Till he his foes deare life hath round encompast,
Such were the Centaures in their tyrannie,
That liu'd by humane flesh and villanie.
Supposed halfe a man and halfe an asse,
That neuer shuts his eyes in quiet rest,
Till he his foes deare life hath round encompast,
Such were the Centaures in their tyrannie,
That liu'd by humane flesh and villanie.
The Stellio is a beast that takes his breath,
And liueth by the deaw thats heauenly,
Taking his Food and Spirit of the earth,
And so maintaines his life in chastitie,
He takes delight to counterfeit it all colours,
And yet for all this he is venimous.
And liueth by the deaw thats heauenly,
Taking his Food and Spirit of the earth,
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He takes delight to counterfeit it all colours,
And yet for all this he is venimous.
Phœnix.
Tis strange to heare such perfect difference,
In all things that his Mightinesse hath fram'd
Tis strange to heare their manner of defence,
Amongst all creatures that my Nurse hath nam'd:
Are there no Wormes nor Serpents to be found
In this sweete smelling Ile and fruitfull ground?
In all things that his Mightinesse hath fram'd
Tis strange to heare their manner of defence,
Amongst all creatures that my Nurse hath nam'd:
Are there no Wormes nor Serpents to be found
In this sweete smelling Ile and fruitfull ground?
Nature.
Within a little corner towards the East,
A moorish plot of earth and dampish place,
Some creeping Wormes and Serpents vse to rest,
And in a manner doth this bad ground grace:
It is vnpeopled and vnhabited,
For there with poisonous ayre they are fed.
A moorish plot of earth and dampish place,
Some creeping Wormes and Serpents vse to rest,
And in a manner doth this bad ground grace:
It is vnpeopled and vnhabited,
For there with poisonous ayre they are fed.
Here liues the Worme, the Gnat and Grashopper,
Rinatrix, Lizard and the fruitfull Bee,
The Mothe, Chelidras, and the Bloodsucker,
That from the flesh suckes bloud most speedily:
Cerastis, Aspis and the Crocadile,
That doth the way-faring passenger beguile.
Rinatrix, Lizard and the fruitfull Bee,
The Mothe, Chelidras, and the Bloodsucker,
That from the flesh suckes bloud most speedily:
Cerastis, Aspis and the Crocadile,
That doth the way-faring passenger beguile.
The labouring Ant, and the bespeckled Adder,
The Frogge, the Tode, and Sommer-haunting Flie,
The prettie Silkeworme, and the poisnous Viper,
That with his teeth doth wound most cruelly:
The Hornet and the poisonous Cockatrice,
That kils all birds by a most slie deuice.
The Frogge, the Tode, and Sommer-haunting Flie,
The prettie Silkeworme, and the poisnous Viper,
That with his teeth doth wound most cruelly:
The Hornet and the poisonous Cockatrice,
That kils all birds by a most slie deuice.
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The Aspis is a kind of deadly Snake,
He hurts most perillous with venom'd sting,
And in pursute doth neare his foe forsake,
But slaies a Man with poysnous venoming:
Betweene the male and female is such loue,
As is betwixt the most kind Turtle doue.
He hurts most perillous with venom'd sting,
And in pursute doth neare his foe forsake,
But slaies a Man with poysnous venoming:
Betweene the male and female is such loue,
As is betwixt the most kind Turtle doue.
This is the Snake that Cleopatra vsed,
The Egyptian Queene belou'd of Anthony,
That with her breasts deare bloud was nourished,
Making her die (faire soule) most patiently,
Rather then Cæsars great victorious hand,
Should triumph ore the Queene of such a land.
The Egyptian Queene belou'd of Anthony,
That with her breasts deare bloud was nourished,
Making her die (faire soule) most patiently,
Rather then Cæsars great victorious hand,
Should triumph ore the Queene of such a land.
The Lizard is a kind of louing creature,
Especially to man he is a friend:
This property is giuen him by nature,
From dangerous beasts poore Man he doth defend:
For being sleepy he all sence forsaketh,
The Lizard bites him till the Man awaketh.
Especially to man he is a friend:
This property is giuen him by nature,
From dangerous beasts poore Man he doth defend:
For being sleepy he all sence forsaketh,
The Lizard bites him till the Man awaketh.
The Ant or Emote is a labouring thing,
And haue amongst them all a publike weale,
In sommer time their meate they are prouiding,
And secrets mongst themselues they do conceale:
The monstrous huge big Beare being sickly,
Eating of these, is cured presently.
And haue amongst them all a publike weale,
In sommer time their meate they are prouiding,
And secrets mongst themselues they do conceale:
The monstrous huge big Beare being sickly,
Eating of these, is cured presently.
The fruitfull prety Bee liues in the hiue,
Which vnto him is like a peopled City,
And by their daily labour there they thriue,
Bringing home honied waxe continually:
They are reputed ciuill, and haue kings,
And guides for to direct them in proceedings.
Which vnto him is like a peopled City,
And by their daily labour there they thriue,
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They are reputed ciuill, and haue kings,
And guides for to direct them in proceedings.
When that their Emperour or King is present,
They liue in peacefull sort and quietnesse,
But if their officer or king be absent,
They flie and swarme abroad in companies:
If any happen casuall-wise to dye,
They mourne and bury him right solemnly.
They liue in peacefull sort and quietnesse,
But if their officer or king be absent,
They flie and swarme abroad in companies:
If any happen casuall-wise to dye,
They mourne and bury him right solemnly.
The Crocadile a saffron colour'd Snake,
Sometimes vpon the earth is conuersant,
And other times liues in a filthy lake,
Being oppressed with foule needy want:
The skin vpon his backe as hard as stone,
Resisteth violent strokes of steele or iron.
Sometimes vpon the earth is conuersant,
And other times liues in a filthy lake,
Being oppressed with foule needy want:
The skin vpon his backe as hard as stone,
Resisteth violent strokes of steele or iron.
Rinatrix is a poysenous enuenom'd Serpent,
That doth infect the riuers and the fountaines,
Bringing to cattell hurt and detriment:
When thirsty they forsake the steepy mountaines,
Rinatrix violator Aquæ, and infects the earth,
With his most noysome stinking filthy breath.
That doth infect the riuers and the fountaines,
Bringing to cattell hurt and detriment:
When thirsty they forsake the steepy mountaines,
Rinatrix violator Aquæ, and infects the earth,
With his most noysome stinking filthy breath.
The Scorpion hath a deadly stinging taile,
Bewitching some with his faire smiling face,
But presently with force he doth assaile
His captiu'd praie, and brings him to disgrace:
Wherefore tis cald of some the flattering worme,
That subtilly his foe doth ouerturne.
Bewitching some with his faire smiling face,
But presently with force he doth assaile
His captiu'd praie, and brings him to disgrace:
Wherefore tis cald of some the flattering worme,
That subtilly his foe doth ouerturne.
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Orion made his boast the earth should bring
Or yeeld no serpent forth but he would kill it,
Where presently the Scorpion vp did spring,
For so the onely powers aboue did will it:
Where in the peoples presence they did see,
Orion stung to death most cruelly.
Or yeeld no serpent forth but he would kill it,
Where presently the Scorpion vp did spring,
For so the onely powers aboue did will it:
Where in the peoples presence they did see,
Orion stung to death most cruelly.
O Wormes are diuers sorts and diuers names,
Some feeding on hard timber, some on trees,
Some in the earth a secret cabbine frames,
Some liue on tops of Ashes, some on Oliues;
Some of a red watrish colour, some of greene,
And some within the night like Fire are seene.
Some feeding on hard timber, some on trees,
Some in the earth a secret cabbine frames,
Some liue on tops of Ashes, some on Oliues;
Some of a red watrish colour, some of greene,
And some within the night like Fire are seene.
The Silkeworme by whose Webbe our Silkes are made,
For she doth dayly labour with her weaning,
A Worme that's rich and precious in her trade,
That whilst poore soule she toyleth in her spinning,
Leaues nothing in her belly but empty aire,
And toyling too much falleth to despaire.
For she doth dayly labour with her weaning,
A Worme that's rich and precious in her trade,
That whilst poore soule she toyleth in her spinning,
Leaues nothing in her belly but empty aire,
And toyling too much falleth to despaire.
Here liues the Caddes and the long leg'd Crane,
With whome the Pigmies are at mortall strife,
The Larke and Lapwing that with nets are tane,
And so poore silly soules do end their life:
The Nightingale wrong'd by Adulterie,
The Nightcrow, Goshawke, and the chattring Pie.
With whome the Pigmies are at mortall strife,
The Larke and Lapwing that with nets are tane,
And so poore silly soules do end their life:
The Nightingale wrong'd by Adulterie,
The Nightcrow, Goshawke, and the chattring Pie.
The Pheasant, Storke, and the high towring Faulcon,
The Swanne that in the riuer takes delight,
The Goldfinch, Blackebird, and the big neck'd Heron,
The skreeching Owle that loues the duskie night,
The Partridge, Griffon, and the liuely Peacocke,
The Linnet, Bulfinch, Snipe, and rauening Puttocke.
The Swanne that in the riuer takes delight,
The Goldfinch, Blackebird, and the big neck'd Heron,
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The Partridge, Griffon, and the liuely Peacocke,
The Linnet, Bulfinch, Snipe, and rauening Puttocke.
The Robin Redbreast that in Winter sings,
The Pellican, the Iay, and the chirping Sparrow,
The little Wren that many yong ones brings,
Hercin, Ibis, and the swift wingd Swallow:
The princely Eagle and Caladrius,
The Cuckow that to some is prosperous.
The Pellican, the Iay, and the chirping Sparrow,
The little Wren that many yong ones brings,
Hercin, Ibis, and the swift wingd Swallow:
The princely Eagle and Caladrius,
The Cuckow that to some is prosperous.
The snow-like colour'd bird Caladrius,
Hath this inestimable naturall prosperitie,
If any man in sicknesse dangerous,
Hopes of his health to haue recouerie,
This bird will alwayes looke with chearefull glance,
If otherwise, sad is his countenance.
Hath this inestimable naturall prosperitie,
If any man in sicknesse dangerous,
Hopes of his health to haue recouerie,
This bird will alwayes looke with chearefull glance,
If otherwise, sad is his countenance.
The Crane directed by the leaders voice,
Flies ore the seas, to countries farre vnknowne,
And in the secret night they do reioice,
To make a watch among them of their owne;
The watchman in his clawes holds fast a stone,
Which letting fall the rest are wak'd anone.
Flies ore the seas, to countries farre vnknowne,
And in the secret night they do reioice,
To make a watch among them of their owne;
The watchman in his clawes holds fast a stone,
Which letting fall the rest are wak'd anone.
The Spring-delighting bird we call the Cuckow.
Which comes to tell of wonders in this age,
Her prettie one note to the world doth show
Some men their destinie, and doth presage
The womans pleasure and the mans disgrace,
Which she sits singing in a secret place.
Which comes to tell of wonders in this age,
Her prettie one note to the world doth show
Some men their destinie, and doth presage
The womans pleasure and the mans disgrace,
Which she sits singing in a secret place.
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The Winters enuious blast she neuer tasteth,
Yet in all countries doth the Cuckoe sing,
And oftentimes to peopled townes she hasteth,
There for to tell the pleasures of the Spring:
Great Courtiers heare her voyce, but let her flye,
Knowing that she presageth Destiny.
Yet in all countries doth the Cuckoe sing,
And oftentimes to peopled townes she hasteth,
There for to tell the pleasures of the Spring:
Great Courtiers heare her voyce, but let her flye,
Knowing that she presageth Destiny.
This prety bird sometimes vpon the steeple,
Sings Cuckoe, Cuckoe, to the parish Priest,
Sometimes againe she flies amongst the people,
And on their Crosse no man can her resist,
But there she sings, yet some disdaining Dames,
Do charme her hoarse, lest she should hit their names.
Sings Cuckoe, Cuckoe, to the parish Priest,
Sometimes againe she flies amongst the people,
And on their Crosse no man can her resist,
But there she sings, yet some disdaining Dames,
Do charme her hoarse, lest she should hit their names.
She scornes to labour or make vp a nest,
But creepes by stealth into some others roome,
And with the Larkes deare yong, her yong-ones rest,
Being by subtile dealing ouercome:
The yong birds are restoratiue to eate,
And held amongst vs as a Princes meate.
But creepes by stealth into some others roome,
And with the Larkes deare yong, her yong-ones rest,
Being by subtile dealing ouercome:
The yong birds are restoratiue to eate,
And held amongst vs as a Princes meate.
The Princely Eagle of all Birds the King,
For none but she can gaze against the Sunne,
Her eye-sight is so cleare, that in her flying
She spies the smallest beast that euer runne,
As swift as gun-shot vsing no delay,
So swiftly doth she flie to catch her pray.
For none but she can gaze against the Sunne,
Her eye-sight is so cleare, that in her flying
She spies the smallest beast that euer runne,
As swift as gun-shot vsing no delay,
So swiftly doth she flie to catch her pray.
She brings her birds being yong into the aire,
And sets them for to looke on Phœbus light,
But if their eyes with gazing chance to water,
Those she accounteth bastards, leaues them quight,
But those that haue true perfect constant eyes,
She cherisheth, the rest she doth despise.
And sets them for to looke on Phœbus light,
But if their eyes with gazing chance to water,
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But those that haue true perfect constant eyes,
She cherisheth, the rest she doth despise.
The Griffon is a bird rich feathered,
His head is like a Lion, and his flight
Is like the Eagles, much for to be feared,
For why he kils men in the vgly night:
Some say he keepes the Smaragd and the Iasper,
And in pursute of Man is monstrous eager.
His head is like a Lion, and his flight
Is like the Eagles, much for to be feared,
For why he kils men in the vgly night:
Some say he keepes the Smaragd and the Iasper,
And in pursute of Man is monstrous eager.
The gentle birds called the faire Hircinie,
Taking the name of that place where they breed,
Within the night they shine so gloriously,
That mans astonied senses they do feed:
For in the darke being cast within the way,
Giues light vnto the man that goes astray.
Taking the name of that place where they breed,
Within the night they shine so gloriously,
That mans astonied senses they do feed:
For in the darke being cast within the way,
Giues light vnto the man that goes astray.
Ibis the bird flieth to Nilus flood,
And drinking of the water purgeth cleane:
Vnto the land of Ægypt he doth good,
For he to rid their Serpents is a meane;
He feedeth on their egges, and doth destroy
The Serpents nests that would their Clime annoy.
And drinking of the water purgeth cleane:
Vnto the land of Ægypt he doth good,
For he to rid their Serpents is a meane;
He feedeth on their egges, and doth destroy
The Serpents nests that would their Clime annoy.
The Lapwing hath a piteous mournefull cry,
And sings a sorowfull and heauy song,
But yet shee's full of craft and subtilty,
And weepeth most being farthest from her yong:
In elder age she seru'd for Southsayers,
And was a Prophetesse to the Augurers.
And sings a sorowfull and heauy song,
But yet shee's full of craft and subtilty,
And weepeth most being farthest from her yong:
In elder age she seru'd for Southsayers,
And was a Prophetesse to the Augurers.
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The birds of Ægypt or Memnodides,
Of Memnon that was slaine in rescuing Troy,
Are said to flie away in companies,
To Priams pallace, and there twice a day
They fight about the turrets of the dead,
And the third day in battell are confounded.
Of Memnon that was slaine in rescuing Troy,
Are said to flie away in companies,
To Priams pallace, and there twice a day
They fight about the turrets of the dead,
And the third day in battell are confounded.
The Nightingale the nights true Chorister,
Musickes chiefe louer in the pleasant Spring,
Tunes Hunts-vp to the Sunne that doth delight her,
And to Arions harp aloud will sing:
And as a Bridegroome that to church is comming,
So he salutes the Sunne when he is rising.
Musickes chiefe louer in the pleasant Spring,
Tunes Hunts-vp to the Sunne that doth delight her,
And to Arions harp aloud will sing:
And as a Bridegroome that to church is comming,
So he salutes the Sunne when he is rising.
The Romane Cæsars, happie Emperours,
Especially those of the yongest sort,
Haue kept the Nightingale within their towers,
To play, to dally, and to make them sport,
And oftentimes in Greeke and Latine tong,
They taught those birds to sing a pleasant song.
Especially those of the yongest sort,
Haue kept the Nightingale within their towers,
To play, to dally, and to make them sport,
And oftentimes in Greeke and Latine tong,
They taught those birds to sing a pleasant song.
This bird as Histories make mention,
Sung in the infant mouth of Stesichorus,
Which did foretell due commendation,
In all his actions to be prosperous:
So Bees when Plato in his bed did lie,
Swarm'd round about his mouth, leauing their honie.
Sung in the infant mouth of Stesichorus,
Which did foretell due commendation,
In all his actions to be prosperous:
So Bees when Plato in his bed did lie,
Swarm'd round about his mouth, leauing their honie.
The sluggish slouthfull and the dastard Owle,
Hating the day, and louing of the night,
About old sepulchers doth dayly howle,
Frequenting barnes and houses without light,
And hides him often in an Iuy tree,
Least with small chattring birds wrong'd he should be.
Hating the day, and louing of the night,
About old sepulchers doth dayly howle,
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And hides him often in an Iuy tree,
Least with small chattring birds wrong'd he should be.
Fœdaque sic volucris venturi nuntia luctus,
Ignanus Bubo, dirum mortalibus omen.
Ignanus Bubo, dirum mortalibus omen.
The filthy messenger of ill to come
The sluggish Owle is, and to danger some.
The sluggish Owle is, and to danger some.
This ill bedooming Owle sate on the speare,
Of warlike Pirrhus marching to the field,
When to the Græcian armie he drew neare,
Determining to make his foes to yeeld,
Which did foreshew sinister happinesse,
And balefull fortune in his businesse.
Of warlike Pirrhus marching to the field,
When to the Græcian armie he drew neare,
Determining to make his foes to yeeld,
Which did foreshew sinister happinesse,
And balefull fortune in his businesse.
The Parrat cald the counterfeiting bird,
Deckt with all colours that faire Flora yeelds,
That after one will speake you word for word:
Liuing in wooddie groues neare fertile fields,
They haue bene knowne to giue great Emperors wine,
And therefore some men hold them for deuine.
Deckt with all colours that faire Flora yeelds,
That after one will speake you word for word:
Liuing in wooddie groues neare fertile fields,
They haue bene knowne to giue great Emperors wine,
And therefore some men hold them for deuine.
The proud sun-brauing Peacocke with his feathers,
Walkes all along, thinking himselfe a King,
And with his voyce prognosticates all weathers,
Although God knowes but badly he doth sing:
But when he lookes downe to his base blacke Feete,
He droopes, and is asham'd of things vnmeete.
Walkes all along, thinking himselfe a King,
And with his voyce prognosticates all weathers,
Although God knowes but badly he doth sing:
But when he lookes downe to his base blacke Feete,
He droopes, and is asham'd of things vnmeete.
The mighty Macedonian Alexander,
Marching in louely triumph to his foes,
Being accounted the worlds conquerour,
In Indie spies a Peacocke as he goes,
And maruelling to see so rich a sight,
Charg'd all men not to kill his sweete delight.
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Being accounted the worlds conquerour,
In Indie spies a Peacocke as he goes,
And maruelling to see so rich a sight,
Charg'd all men not to kill his sweete delight.
The Pellican the wonder of our age,
(As Ierome saith) reuiues her tender yong,
And with her purest bloud, she doth asswage
Her yong ones thirst, with poisonous Adder stong,
And those that were supposed three dayes dead.
She giues them life once more being nourished.
(As Ierome saith) reuiues her tender yong,
And with her purest bloud, she doth asswage
Her yong ones thirst, with poisonous Adder stong,
And those that were supposed three dayes dead.
She giues them life once more being nourished.
The vnsatiate Sparrow doth prognosticate,
And is held good for diuination,
For flying here and there, from gate to gate,
Foretls true things by animaduertion:
A flight of Sparrowes flying in the day,
Did prophesie the fall and sacke of Troy.
And is held good for diuination,
For flying here and there, from gate to gate,
Foretls true things by animaduertion:
A flight of Sparrowes flying in the day,
Did prophesie the fall and sacke of Troy.
The artificiall nest-composing Swallow,
That eates his meate flying along the way,
Whose swiftnesse in our eysight doth allow,
That no imperiall Bird makes her his pray:
His yong ones being hurt within the eies,
His helpes them with the herbe Calcedonies.
That eates his meate flying along the way,
Whose swiftnesse in our eysight doth allow,
That no imperiall Bird makes her his pray:
His yong ones being hurt within the eies,
His helpes them with the herbe Calcedonies.
Cecinna and the great Volateran,
Being Pompeis warlike and approued knights,
Sent letters by these Birds without a man,
To many of their friends and chiefe delights,
And all their letters to their feete did tie,
Which with great speed did bring them hastily.
Being Pompeis warlike and approued knights,
Sent letters by these Birds without a man,
To many of their friends and chiefe delights,
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Which with great speed did bring them hastily.
The sweet recording Swanne Apolloes ioy,
And firy scorched Phaetons delight,
In footed verse sings out his deep annoy,
And to the siluer riuers takes his flight,
Prognosticates to Sailers on the seas,
Fortunes prosperitie and perfect ease.
And firy scorched Phaetons delight,
In footed verse sings out his deep annoy,
And to the siluer riuers takes his flight,
Prognosticates to Sailers on the seas,
Fortunes prosperitie and perfect ease.
Cignus in auspicijs semper lætissimus ales,
Hoc optant nautæ, quia se non mergit in vndis.
Hoc optant nautæ, quia se non mergit in vndis.
Phœnix.
But what sad-mournefull drooping soule is this,
Within whose watry eyes sits Discontent,
Whose snaile-pac'd gate tels someting is amisse:
From whom is banisht sporting Meriment:
Whose feathers mowt off, falling as he goes,
The perfect picture of hart pining woes?
Within whose watry eyes sits Discontent,
Whose snaile-pac'd gate tels someting is amisse:
From whom is banisht sporting Meriment:
Whose feathers mowt off, falling as he goes,
The perfect picture of hart pining woes?
Nature.
This is the carefull bird the Turtle Doue,
Whose heauy croking note doth shew his griefe,
And thus he wanders seeking of his loue,
Refusing all things that may yeeld reliefe:
All motions of good turnes, all Mirth and Ioy,
Are bad, fled, gone, and falne into decay.
Whose heauy croking note doth shew his griefe,
And thus he wanders seeking of his loue,
Refusing all things that may yeeld reliefe:
All motions of good turnes, all Mirth and Ioy,
Are bad, fled, gone, and falne into decay.
Phœnix.
Is this the true example of the Heart?
Is this the Tutor of faire Constancy?
Is this Loues treasure, and Loues pining smart?
Is this the substance of all honesty?
And comes he thus attir'd, alas poore soule,
That Destinies foule wrath should thee controule.
Is this the Tutor of faire Constancy?
Is this Loues treasure, and Loues pining smart?
Is this the substance of all honesty?
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That Destinies foule wrath should thee controule.
See Nourse, he stares and lookes me in the face,
And now he mournes, worse then he did before,
He hath forgot his dull slow heauy pace,
But with swift gate he eyes vs more and more:
O shall I welcome him, and let me borrow
Some of his griefe to mingle with my sorrow.
And now he mournes, worse then he did before,
He hath forgot his dull slow heauy pace,
But with swift gate he eyes vs more and more:
O shall I welcome him, and let me borrow
Some of his griefe to mingle with my sorrow.
Nature.
Farwell faire bird, Ile leaue you both alone,
This is the Doue you long'd so much to see,
And this will proue companion of your mone,
An Vmpire of all true humility:
Then note my Phœnix, what there may ensue,
And so I kisse my bird. Adue, Adue.
This is the Doue you long'd so much to see,
And this will proue companion of your mone,
An Vmpire of all true humility:
Then note my Phœnix, what there may ensue,
And so I kisse my bird. Adue, Adue.
Phœnix.
Mother farewell; and now within his eyes,
Sits sorrow clothed in a sea of teares,
And more and more the billowes do arise:
Pale Griefe halfe pin'd vpon his brow appeares,
His feathers fade away, and make him looke,
As if his name were writ in Deaths pale booke.
Sits sorrow clothed in a sea of teares,
And more and more the billowes do arise:
Pale Griefe halfe pin'd vpon his brow appeares,
His feathers fade away, and make him looke,
As if his name were writ in Deaths pale booke.
Turtle.
O stay poore Turtle, whereat hast thou gazed,
At the eye-dazling Sunne, whose sweete reflection,
The round encompast heauenly world amazed?
O no, a child of Natures true complexion,
The perfect Phœnix of rariety,
For wit, for vertue, and excelling beauty.
At the eye-dazling Sunne, whose sweete reflection,
The round encompast heauenly world amazed?
O no, a child of Natures true complexion,
The perfect Phœnix of rariety,
For wit, for vertue, and excelling beauty.
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Haile map of sorrow: Tur. Welcome Cupids child.
Phœnix.
Let me wipe off those teares vpon thy cheekes,
That stain'd thy beauties pride, and haue defil'd
Nature it selfe, that so vsurping seekes
To sit vpon thy face, for Ile be partener,
Of thy harts wrapped sorrow more hereafter.
That stain'd thy beauties pride, and haue defil'd
Nature it selfe, that so vsurping seekes
To sit vpon thy face, for Ile be partener,
Of thy harts wrapped sorrow more hereafter.
Turtle.
Natures faire darling, let me kneele to thee,
And offer vp my true obedience,
And sacredly in all humility,
Craue pardon for presumptions foule offence:
Thy lawne-snow-colour'd hand shall not come neare
My impure face, to wipe away one teare.
And offer vp my true obedience,
And sacredly in all humility,
Craue pardon for presumptions foule offence:
Thy lawne-snow-colour'd hand shall not come neare
My impure face, to wipe away one teare.
My teares are for my Turtle that is dead,
My sorrow springs from her want that is gone,
My heauy note sounds for the soule that's fled,
And I will dye for him left all alone:
I am not liuing, though I seeme to go,
Already buried in the graue of wo.
My sorrow springs from her want that is gone,
My heauy note sounds for the soule that's fled,
And I will dye for him left all alone:
I am not liuing, though I seeme to go,
Already buried in the graue of wo.
Phœnix.
Why I haue left Arabia for thy sake,
Because those fires haue no working substance,
And for to find thee out did vndertake:
Where on the mountaine top we may aduance
Our fiery alter; let me tell thee this,
Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris.
Because those fires haue no working substance,
And for to find thee out did vndertake:
Where on the mountaine top we may aduance
Our fiery alter; let me tell thee this,
Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris.
Come poore lamenting soule, come sit by me,
We are all one, thy sorrow shall be mine,
Fall thou a teare, and thou shalt plainly see,
Mine eyes shall answer teare for teare of thine:
Sigh thou, Ile sigh, and if thou giue a grone,
I shall be dead in answering of thy mone.
We are all one, thy sorrow shall be mine,
Fall thou a teare, and thou shalt plainly see,
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Sigh thou, Ile sigh, and if thou giue a grone,
I shall be dead in answering of thy mone.
Turtle.
Loues honorable Friend, one grone of yours,
Will rend my sicke-loue-pining hart asunder,
One sigh brings teares from me like Aprill showers,
Procur'd by Sommers hote loud cracking thunder:
Be you as mery as sweet mirth may be,
Ile grone and sigh, both for your selfe and me.
Will rend my sicke-loue-pining hart asunder,
One sigh brings teares from me like Aprill showers,
Procur'd by Sommers hote loud cracking thunder:
Be you as mery as sweet mirth may be,
Ile grone and sigh, both for your selfe and me.
Phœnix.
Thou shalt not gentle Turtle, I will beare
Halfe of the burdenousyoke thou dost sustaine,
Two bodies may with greater ease outweare
A troublesome labour, then Ile brooke some paine,
But tell me gentle Turtle, tell me truly
The difference betwixt false Loue and true Sinceritie.
Halfe of the burdenousyoke thou dost sustaine,
Two bodies may with greater ease outweare
A troublesome labour, then Ile brooke some paine,
But tell me gentle Turtle, tell me truly
The difference betwixt false Loue and true Sinceritie.
Turtle.
That shall I briefly, if youle giue me leaue,
False loue is full of Enuie and Deceit,
With cunning shifts our humours to deceiue,
Laying downe poison for a sugred baite,
Alwayes in constant, false, and variable,
Delighting in fond change and mutable.
False loue is full of Enuie and Deceit,
With cunning shifts our humours to deceiue,
Laying downe poison for a sugred baite,
Alwayes in constant, false, and variable,
Delighting in fond change and mutable.
True loue, is louing pure, not to be broken,
But with an honest eye, she eyes her louer,
Not changing variable, nor neuer shoken
With fond Suspition, secrets to discouer,
True loue will tell no lies, nor ne're dissemble,
But with a bashfull modest feare will tremble.
But with an honest eye, she eyes her louer,
Not changing variable, nor neuer shoken
With fond Suspition, secrets to discouer,
True loue will tell no lies, nor ne're dissemble,
But with a bashfull modest feare will tremble.
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False loue puts on a Maske to shade her folly,
True loue goes naked wishing to be seene,
False loue will counterfeite perpetually,
True loue is Troths sweete emperizing Queene:
This is the difference, true Loue is a iewell,
False loue, hearts tyrant, inhumane, and cruell.
True loue goes naked wishing to be seene,
False loue will counterfeite perpetually,
True loue is Troths sweete emperizing Queene:
This is the difference, true Loue is a iewell,
False loue, hearts tyrant, inhumane, and cruell.
Phœnix.
What may we wonder at? O where is learning?
Where is all difference twixt the good and bad?
Where is Apelles art? where is true cunning?
Nay where is all the vertue may be had?
Within my Turtles bosome, she refines,
More then some louing perfect true deuines.
Where is all difference twixt the good and bad?
Where is Apelles art? where is true cunning?
Nay where is all the vertue may be had?
Within my Turtles bosome, she refines,
More then some louing perfect true deuines.
Thou shalt not be no more the Turtle-Doue,
Thou shalt no more go weeping al alone,
For thou shalt be my selfe, my perfect Loue,
Thy griefe is mine, thy sorrow is my mone,
Come kisse me sweetest sweete, O I do blesse
This gracious luckie Sun-shine happinesse.
Thou shalt no more go weeping al alone,
For thou shalt be my selfe, my perfect Loue,
Thy griefe is mine, thy sorrow is my mone,
Come kisse me sweetest sweete, O I do blesse
This gracious luckie Sun-shine happinesse.
Turtle.
How may I in all gratefulnesse requite,
This gracious fauor offred to thy seruant?
The time affordeth heauinesse not delight,
And to the times appoint weele be obseruant:
Command, O do commaund, what ere thou wilt,
My hearts bloud for thy sake shall straight be spilt.
This gracious fauor offred to thy seruant?
The time affordeth heauinesse not delight,
And to the times appoint weele be obseruant:
Command, O do commaund, what ere thou wilt,
My hearts bloud for thy sake shall straight be spilt.
Phœnix.
Then I command thee on thy tender care,
And chiefe obedience that thou owst to me,
That thou especially (deare Bird) beware
Of impure thoughts, or vncleane chastity:
For we must wast together in that fire,
That will not burne but by true Loues desire.
And chiefe obedience that thou owst to me,
That thou especially (deare Bird) beware
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For we must wast together in that fire,
That will not burne but by true Loues desire.
Turtle.
A spot of that foule monster neare did staine,
These drooping feathers, nor I neuer knew
In what base filthy clymate doth remaine
That spright incarnate; and to tell you true,
I am as spotlesse as the purest whight,
Cleare without staine, of enuy, or despight.
These drooping feathers, nor I neuer knew
In what base filthy clymate doth remaine
That spright incarnate; and to tell you true,
I am as spotlesse as the purest whight,
Cleare without staine, of enuy, or despight.
Phœnix.
Then to yon next adioyning groue we'le flye,
And gather sweete wood for to make our flame,
And in a manner sacrificingly,
Burne both our bodies to reuiue one name:
And in all humblenesse we will intreate,
The hot earth parching Sunne to lend his heate.
And gather sweete wood for to make our flame,
And in a manner sacrificingly,
Burne both our bodies to reuiue one name:
And in all humblenesse we will intreate,
The hot earth parching Sunne to lend his heate.
Turtle.
Why now my heart is light, this very doome
Hath banisht sorrow from my pensiue breast:
And in my bosome there is left no roome,
To set blacke melancholy, or let him rest;
Ile fetch sweete mirrhe to burne, and licorice,
Sweete Iuniper, and straw them ore with spice.
Hath banisht sorrow from my pensiue breast:
And in my bosome there is left no roome,
To set blacke melancholy, or let him rest;
Ile fetch sweete mirrhe to burne, and licorice,
Sweete Iuniper, and straw them ore with spice.
Phœnix.
Pile vp the wood, and let vs inuocate
His great name that doth ride within his chariot,
And guides the dayes bright eye, let's nominate
Some of his blessings, that he well may wot,
Our faithfull seruice and humility,
Offer'd vnto his highest Deiety.
His great name that doth ride within his chariot,
And guides the dayes bright eye, let's nominate
Some of his blessings, that he well may wot,
Our faithfull seruice and humility,
Offer'd vnto his highest Deiety.
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Great God Apollo, for the tender loue,
Thou once didst beare to wilfull Phaeton,
That did desire thy chariots rule aboue,
Which thou didst grieue in hart to thinke vpon:
Send thy hot kindling light into this wood,
That shall receiue the Sacrifice of bloud.
Thou once didst beare to wilfull Phaeton,
That did desire thy chariots rule aboue,
Which thou didst grieue in hart to thinke vpon:
Send thy hot kindling light into this wood,
That shall receiue the Sacrifice of bloud.
Turtle.
For thy sweet Daphnes sake thy best beloued,
And for the Harpe receiu'd of Mercury,
And for the Muses of thee fauored,
Whose gift of wit excels all exellency:
Send thy hot kindling fire into this wood,
That shall receiue the Sacrifice of bloud.
And for the Harpe receiu'd of Mercury,
And for the Muses of thee fauored,
Whose gift of wit excels all exellency:
Send thy hot kindling fire into this wood,
That shall receiue the Sacrifice of bloud.
Phœnix.
For thy sweet fathers sake great Iupiter,
That with his thunder-bolts commands the earth,
And for Latonas sake thy gentle mother,
That first gaue Phœbus glories liuely breath:
Send thy hot kindling light into this wood,
That shall receiue the Sacrifice of bloud.
That with his thunder-bolts commands the earth,
And for Latonas sake thy gentle mother,
That first gaue Phœbus glories liuely breath:
Send thy hot kindling light into this wood,
That shall receiue the Sacrifice of bloud.
Stay, stay, poore Turtle, ô we are betraid,
Behind yon little bush there sits a spy,
That makes me blush with anger, halfe afraid,
That in our motions secrecly would pry:
I will go chide with him, and driue him thence,
And plague him for presumptions foule offence.
Behind yon little bush there sits a spy,
That makes me blush with anger, halfe afraid,
That in our motions secrecly would pry:
I will go chide with him, and driue him thence,
And plague him for presumptions foule offence.
Turtle.
Be not affraid, it is the Pellican,
Looke how her yong-ones make her brest to bleed,
And drawes the bloud foorth, do the best she can,
And with the same their hungry fancies feede,
Let her alone to vew our Tragedy,
And then report our Loue that she did see.
Looke how her yong-ones make her brest to bleed,
And drawes the bloud foorth, do the best she can,
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Let her alone to vew our Tragedy,
And then report our Loue that she did see.
See beauteous Phœnix it begins to burne,
O blessed Phœbus, happy, happy light,
Now will I recompence thy great good turne,
And first (deare bird) Ile vanish in thy sight,
And thou shalt see with what a quicke desire,
Ile leape into the middle of the fire.
O blessed Phœbus, happy, happy light,
Now will I recompence thy great good turne,
And first (deare bird) Ile vanish in thy sight,
And thou shalt see with what a quicke desire,
Ile leape into the middle of the fire.
Phœnix.
Stay Turtle stay, for I will first prepare;
Of my bones must the Princely Phœnix rise,
And ift be possible thy bloud wele spare,
For none but for my sake, dost thou despise
This frailty of thy life, ô liue thou still,
And teach the base deceitfull world Loues will.
Of my bones must the Princely Phœnix rise,
And ift be possible thy bloud wele spare,
For none but for my sake, dost thou despise
This frailty of thy life, ô liue thou still,
And teach the base deceitfull world Loues will.
Turtle.
Haue I come hither drooping through the woods,
And left the springing groues to seeke for thee?
Haue I forsooke to bath me in the flouds,
And pin'd away in carefull misery?
Do not deny me Phœnix I must be
A partner in this happy Tragedy.
And left the springing groues to seeke for thee?
Haue I forsooke to bath me in the flouds,
And pin'd away in carefull misery?
Do not deny me Phœnix I must be
A partner in this happy Tragedy.
Phœnix.
O holy, sacred, and pure perfect fire,
More pure then that ore which faire Dido mones,
More sacred in my louing kind desire,
Then that which burnt old Esons aged bones,
Accept into your euer hallowed flame,
Two bodies, from the which may spring one name.
More pure then that ore which faire Dido mones,
More sacred in my louing kind desire,
Then that which burnt old Esons aged bones,
Accept into your euer hallowed flame,
Two bodies, from the which may spring one name.
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O sweet perfumed flame, made of those trees,
Vnder the which the Muses nine haue song
The praise of vertuous maids in misteries,
To whom the faire fac'd Nymphes did often throng;
Accept my body as a Sacrifice
Into your flame, of whom one name may rise.
Vnder the which the Muses nine haue song
The praise of vertuous maids in misteries,
To whom the faire fac'd Nymphes did often throng;
Accept my body as a Sacrifice
Into your flame, of whom one name may rise.
Phœnix.
O wilfulnesse, see how with smiling cheare,
My poore deare hart hath flong himselfe to thrall,
Looke what a mirthfull countenance he doth beare,
Spreading his wings abroad, and ioyes withall:
Learne thou corrupted world, learne, heare, and see,
Friendships vnspotted true sincerity.
My poore deare hart hath flong himselfe to thrall,
Looke what a mirthfull countenance he doth beare,
Spreading his wings abroad, and ioyes withall:
Learne thou corrupted world, learne, heare, and see,
Friendships vnspotted true sincerity.
I come sweet Turtle, and with my bright wings,
I will embrace thy burnt bones as they lye,
I hope of these another Creature springs,
That shall possesse both our authority:
I stay to long, ô take me to your glory,
And thus I end the Turtle Doues true story.
I will embrace thy burnt bones as they lye,
I hope of these another Creature springs,
That shall possesse both our authority:
I stay to long, ô take me to your glory,
And thus I end the Turtle Doues true story.
R. C.
Finis.
Pellican.
VVhat wondrous hart-grieuing spectacle,Hast thou beheld the worlds true miracle?
With what a spirit did the Turtle flye
Into the fire, and chearfully did dye?
He look't more pleasant in his countenance
Within the flame, then when he did aduance,
His pleasant wings vpon the naturall ground,
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The Phœnix Natures deare adopted child,
With a pale heauy count'nance, wan and mild,
Grieu'd for to see him first possesse the place,
That was allotted her, her selfe to grace,
And followes cheerfully her second turne,
And both together in that fire do burne.
O if the rarest creatures of the earth,
Because but one at once did ere take breath
Within the world, should with a second he,
A perfect forme of loue and amitie
Burne both together, what should there arise,
And be presented to our mortall eyes,
Out of the fire, but a more perfect creature?
Because that two in one is put by Nature,
The one hath giuen the child inchaunting beautie,
The other giues it loue and chastitie:
The one hath giuen it wits rarietie,
The other guides the wit most charily:
The one for vertue doth excell the rest,
The other in true constancie is blest.
If that the Phœnix had bene separated,
And from the gentle Turtle had bene parted,
Loue had bene murdred in the infancie,
Without these two no loue at all can be.
Let the loue wandring wits but learne of these,
To die together, so their griefe to ease:
But louers nowadayes do loue to change,
And here and there their wanton eyes do range,
Not pleased with one choise, but seeking many,
And in the end scarce is content with any:
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That shewes it selfe in Phœbus golden light,
But if in kindnesse you do striue to take it,
Fades cleane away, and you must needs forsake it,
Louers are like the leaues with Winter shoken,
Brittle like glasse, that with one fall is broken.
O fond corrupted age, when birds shall show
The world their dutie, and to let men know
That no sinister chaunce should hinder loue,
Though as these two did, deaths arrest they proue.
I can but mourne with sadnesse and with griefe,
Not able for to yeeld the world reliefe,
To see these two consumed in the fire,
Whom Loue did copulate with true desire:
But in the worlds wide eare I meane to ring
The fame of this dayes wondrous offring,
That they may singin notes of Chastitie,
The Turtle and the Phœnix amitie.
Conclusion.
Gentle conceiuers of true meaning Wit,Let good Experience iudge what I haue writ,
For the Satyricall fond applauded vaines,
Whose bitter worme-wood spirite in some straines,
Bite like the Curres of Ægypt those that loue them,
Let me alone, I will be loth to moue them,
For why, when mightie men their wit do proue,
How shall I least of all expect their loue?
Yet to those men I gratulate some paine,
Because they touch those that in art do faine.
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Their whips will will neuer draw one drop of bloud:
To all and all in all that view my labour,
Of euery iudging sight I craue some fauour
At least to reade, and if you reading find,
A lame leg'd staffe, tis lamenesse of the mind
That had no better skill: yet let it passe,
For burdnous lodes are set vpon an Asse.
From the sweet fire of perfumed wood,
Another princely Phœnix vpright stood:
Whose feathers purified did yeeld more light,
Then her late burned mother out of sight,
And in her heart restes a perpetuall loue,
Sprong from the bosome of the Turtle-Doue.
Long may the new vprising bird increase,
Some humors and some motions to release,
And thus to all I offer my deuotion,
Hoping that gentle minds accept my motion.
R. C.
Finis.
Cantoes Alphabet-wise to faire Phœnix made by the Paphian Doue.
A. 1.
A Hill, a hill, a Phœnix seekes a Hill;A promontorie top, a stately Mountaine,
A Riuer, where poore soule she dippes her bill,
And that sweete siluer streame is Natures fountaine,
Accomplishing all pleasures at her will:
Ah, be my Phœnix, I will be thy Doue,
And thou and I in secrecie will loue.
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B. 2.
Blaze not my loue, thou Herald of the day,Blesse not the mountaine tops with my sweet shine,
Beloued more I am then thou canst say,
Blessed and blessed be that Saint of mine,
Balme, honie sweet, and honor of this Clime:
Blotted by things vnseene, belou'd of many,
But Loues true motion dares not giue to any.
C. 3.
Chastnesse farewell, farewell the bed of Glorie,Constraint adew, thou art loues Enemie,
Come true Report, make of my Loue a Storie,
Cast lots for my poore heart, so thou enioy me,
Come come sweet Phœnix, I at length do claime thee,
Chaste bird, too chaste, to hinder what is willing,
Come in mine armes and wele not sit a billing.
D. 4.
Deuout obedience on my knees I profer,Delight matcht with delight, if thou do craue it,
Denie not gentle Phœnix my sweet offer,
Despaire not in my loue, for thou shalt haue it,
Damne not the soule to woe if thou canst saue it:
Doues pray deuoutly, O let me request,
Delicious loue to build within thy nest.
E. 5.
Enuie is banisht, do not thou despaire,Euill motions tempt thee sooner then the good:
Enrich thy beautie that art fam'd for faire,
Euery thing's silent to conioyne thy blood,
Esteeme the thing that cannot be withstood:
Esteeme of me, and I will lend thee fire,
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F. 6.
Faint harted soule, why dost thou die thy cheekes,Fearfull of that which will reuiue thy sence,
Faith and obedience thy sweet mercy seekes,
Friends plighted war with thee I will commence,
Feare not at all, tis but sweet Loues offence,
Fit to be done, so doing tis not seene,
Fetcht from the ancient records of a Queene.
G. 7.
Gold beautifying Phœnix, I must praise thee,Granut gracious heauens a delightsome Muse,
Giue me old Homers spirit, and Ile raise thee,
Gracious in thought do not my Loue refuse,
Great map of beauty make thou no excuse,
Gainst my true louing spirit do not carpe,
Grant me to play my Sonnet on thy Harpe.
H. 8.
Health to thy vertues, health to all thy beauty,Honour attend thy steps when thou art going,
High heauens force the birds to owe thee duty;
Hart-groning care to thee still stands a woing,
Haue pitty on him Phœnix for so doing:
Helpe his disease, and cure his malady,
Hide not thy secret glory least he die.
I. 9.
I Loue, ô Loue how thou abusest me,I see the fire, and warme me with the flame,
I note the errors of thy deity:
In Vestas honor, Venus lusts to tame,
I in my humors yeeld thee not a name,
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I touch the sweete, but cannot tast the ioy.
K. 10.
Kisses are true loues pledges, kisse thy deare Turtle,Keepe not from him the secrets of thy youth:
Knowledge he'le teach thee vnder a greene spred Mirtle,
Kend shalt thou be of no man, of my truth,
Know first the motion, when the life ensueth:
Knocke at my harts dore, I will be thy porter,
So thou wilt let me enter in thy dorter.
L. 11.
Loue is my great Aduotrix, at thy shrineLoue pleads for me, and from my tongue doth say,
Lie where thou wilt, my hart shall sleepe with thine,
Lamenting of thy beauty fresh as May,
Looke Phœnix to thy selfe do not decay:
Let me but water thy dead saplesse floure,
Loue giues me hope t'will flourish in an houre.
M. 12.
Make not a Iewell of nice Chastity,Muster and summon all thy wits in one,
My heart to thee sweares perfect constancy:
Motions of zeale are to be thought vpon,
Marke how thy time is ouerspent, and gone,
Mis-led by folly, and a kind of feare,
Marke not thy beauty so my dearest deare.
N. 13.
Note but the fresh bloom'd Rose within her pride,(No Rose to be compared vnto thee)
Nothing so soone vnto the ground will slide,
Not being gathered in her chiefest beauty,
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Neuer be coy, lest whil'st thy leaues are spred,
None gather thee, and then thy grace is dead.
O. 14.
O looke vpon me, and within my brow,Officious motions of my hart appeares,
Opening the booke of Loue, wherein I vow,
Ouer thy shrine to shed continuall teares:
O no, I see my Phœnix hath no Eares,
Or if she haue Eares, yet no Eyes to see,
O all disgraced with continuall follie.
P. 15.
Proud Chastity, why dost thou seeke to wrongPhœnix my Loue, with lessons too precise?
Pray thou for me, and I will make a song,
Pend in thine honor, none shall equalize,
Possesse not her, whose beauty charmes mine eyes,
Plead, sue, and seeke, or I will banish thee,
Her body is my Castle and my fee.
Q. 16.
Question not Phœnix why I do adore thee,Quite captiuate and prisner at thy call,
Quit me with Loue againe, do not abhor me,
Queld downe with hope as subiugate to thrall,
Quaild will I neuer be despight of all;
Quaking I stand before thee, still expecting
Thine owne consent, our ioyes to be effecting.
R. 17.
Remember how thy beauty is abused,Ract on the tenter-hookes of foule disgrace,
Riuers are dry, and must be needs refused,
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Refresh thy feathers, beautifie thy face:
Reade on my booke, and there thou shalt behold
Rich louing letters printed in fine gold.
S. 18.
Shame is ashamed to see thee obstinate,Smiling at thy womanish conceipt,
Swearing that honor neuer thee begat,
Sucking in poyson for a sugred baite,
Singing thy pride of beauty in her height:
Sit by my side, and I will sing to thee
Sweet ditties of a new fram'd harmony.
T. 19.
Thou art a Turtle wanting of thy mate,Thou crok'st about the groues to find thy Louer,
Thou fly'st to woods, and fertile plaines dost hate:
Thou in obliuion dost true vertue smother,
To thy sweet selfe thou canst not find another:
Turne vp my bosome, and in my pure hart,
Thou shalt behold the Turtle of thy smart.
V. 20.
Vpon a day I sought to scale a Fort,Vnited with a Tower of sure defence;
Vncomfortable trees did marre my sport,
Vnlucky Fortune with my woes expence,
Venus with Mars would not sweet war commence,
Vpon an Alter would I offer Loue,
And Sacrifice my soule poore Turtle Doue.
W. 21.
Weepe not my Phœnix, though I daily weepe,Woe is the Herald that declares my tale,
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Wantonly couered with God Cupids vale,
With which he doth all mortall sence exhale:
Wash not thy cheekes, vnlesse I sit by thee,
To dry them with my sighes immediatly.
X. 22.
Xantha faire Nimph; resemble not in Nature,Xantippe Loue to patient Socrates,
Xantha my Loue is a more milder creature,
And of a Nature better for to please:
Xantippe thought her true Loue to disease,
But my rare Phœnix is at last well pleas'd,
To cure my passions, passions seldome eas'd.
Y. 23.
Yf thou haue pitty, pitty my complaining,Yt is a badge of Vertue in thy sexe,
Yf thou do kill me with thy coy disdaining,
Yt will at length thy selfe-will anguish vexe,
And with continuall sighes thy selfe perplexe:
Ile helpe to bring thee wood to make thy fire,
If thou wilt giue me kisses for my hire.
Z. 24.
Zenobia at thy feete I bend my knee,For thou art Queene and Empresse of my hart,
All blessed hap and true felicity,
All pleasures that the wide world may impart,
Befall thee for thy gracious good desart:
Accept my meaning as it fits my turne,
For I with thee to ashes meane to burne.
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Cantoes Uerbally written.
1. Pittie me that dies for thee.
Pittie my plainings thou true nurse of pittie,Me hath thy piercing lookes enioynd to sighing,
That cannot be redressed, for thy beautie
Dies my sad heart, sad heart that's drown'd with weeping:
For what so ere I thinke, or what I doe,
Thee with mine eyes, my thoughts, my heart, I woe.
2. My life you saue, if you I haue.
My eyes, my hand, my heart seeke to maintaineLife for thy loue, therefore be gracious,
You with your kindnesse haue my true heart slaine,
Saue my poore life, and be not tyrannous,
If any grace do in thy breast remaine,
You women haue bene counted amorous;
I pine in sadnesse, all proceeds from thee,
Haue me in liking through thy clemencie.
3. Do thou by me, as I by thee.
Do not exchange thy loue, lest in exchanging,Thou beare the burd'nous blot of foule disgrace,
By that bad fault are many faults containing,
Me still assuring nothing is so base,
As in the worlds eye alwayes to be ranging:
I sweare sweete Phœnix in this holy case,
By all the sacred reliques of true loue,
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4. Voutsafe to thinke how I do pine,
In louing thee that art not mine.
Voutsafe with splendor of thy gracious looke,
To grace my passions, passions still increasing:
Thinke with thy selfe how I thy absence brooke,
How day by day, my plaints are neuer ceasing,
I haue for thee all companies forsooke;
Do thou reioyce, and in reioycing say,
Pine nere so much Ile take thy griefe away.
To grace my passions, passions still increasing:
Thinke with thy selfe how I thy absence brooke,
How day by day, my plaints are neuer ceasing,
I haue for thee all companies forsooke;
Do thou reioyce, and in reioycing say,
Pine nere so much Ile take thy griefe away.
In that great gracing word shalt thou be counted
Louing to him, that is thy true sworne louer,
Thee on the stage of honor haue I mounted,
That no base mistie cloud shall euer couer:
Art thou not faire? thy beautie do not smother;
Not in thy flouring youth, but still suppose
Mine owne to be, my neuer dying Rose.
Louing to him, that is thy true sworne louer,
Thee on the stage of honor haue I mounted,
That no base mistie cloud shall euer couer:
Art thou not faire? thy beautie do not smother;
Not in thy flouring youth, but still suppose
Mine owne to be, my neuer dying Rose.
5. My destinie to thee is knowne,
Cure thou my smart, I am thine owne.
My time in loues blind idlenesse is spent,
Destinie and Fates do will it so,
To Circes charming tongue mine eare I lent,
Thee louing that dost wish my ouerthrow:
Is not this world wrapt in inconstancie,
Knowne to most men as hels miserie?
Destinie and Fates do will it so,
To Circes charming tongue mine eare I lent,
Thee louing that dost wish my ouerthrow:
Is not this world wrapt in inconstancie,
Knowne to most men as hels miserie?
Cure of my wound is past all Phisickes skill,
Thou maist be gracious, at thy very looke
My wounds will close, that would my bodie kill,
Smart will be easde that could no plaisters brooke;
I of my Phœnix being quite forsooke,
Am like a man that nothing can fulfill:
Thine euer-piercing eye of force will make me,
Owne heart, owne loue, that neuer will forsake thee.
Thou maist be gracious, at thy very looke
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Smart will be easde that could no plaisters brooke;
I of my Phœnix being quite forsooke,
Am like a man that nothing can fulfill:
Thine euer-piercing eye of force will make me,
Owne heart, owne loue, that neuer will forsake thee.
6. Ore my heart your eyes do idolatrize.
Ore the wide world my loue-layes Ile be sending,My loue-layes in my Loues praise alwayes written,
Heart-comfortable motions still attending,
Your beautie and your vertuous zeale commending,
Eyes that no frosts-cold-rage hath euer bitten:
Do you then thinke that I in Loues hot fire,
Idolatrize and surphet in desire.
7. I had rather loue though in vaine that face,
Then haue of any other grace.
I being forc'd to carrie Venus shield,
Had rather beare a Phœnix for my crest,
Rather then any bird within the field,
Loue tels me that her beautie is the best:
Though some desire faire Vestas Turtle-doue,
In my Birds bosome resteth perfect loue.
Had rather beare a Phœnix for my crest,
Rather then any bird within the field,
Loue tels me that her beautie is the best:
Though some desire faire Vestas Turtle-doue,
In my Birds bosome resteth perfect loue.
Vaine is that blind vnskilfull herauldrie,
That will not cause my bird that is so rare,
Face all the world for her rarietie,
Then who with her for honor may compare?
Haue we onelike her for her pride of beautie,
Of all the feathered Quier in the aire?
Any but vnto her do owe their dutie:
Other may blaze, but I will alwaies say,
Grace whom thou list, she beares the palme away,
That will not cause my bird that is so rare,
Face all the world for her rarietie,
Then who with her for honor may compare?
Haue we onelike her for her pride of beautie,
Of all the feathered Quier in the aire?
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Other may blaze, but I will alwaies say,
Grace whom thou list, she beares the palme away,
8. What euer fall, I am at call.
What thunder stormes of enuie shall arise,Euer to thee my heart is durable,
Fall fortunes wheele on me to tyrrannize,
I will be alwayes found inexorable:
Am I not then to thee most stable?
At morne, midnight, and at mid-dayes sunne,
Call when thou wilt, my deare, to thee Ile runne.
9. I had rather loue, though in vaine that face,
Then haue of any other grace
I now do wish my loue should be relieued,
Had I my thoughts in compasse of my will,
Rather then liue and surfeit being grieued,
Loue in my breast doth wondrous things fulfill,
Though loues vnkindnesse many men do kill,
In her I trust, that is my true sworne louer,
Vaine he doth write that doth her vertues smother.
Had I my thoughts in compasse of my will,
Rather then liue and surfeit being grieued,
Loue in my breast doth wondrous things fulfill,
Though loues vnkindnesse many men do kill,
In her I trust, that is my true sworne louer,
Vaine he doth write that doth her vertues smother.
That she is faire, Nature her selfe alloweth,
Face full of beauty, eyes resembling fire,
Then my pure hart to loue thy hart still voweth,
Haue me in fauour for my good desire,
Of holy loue, Loues Temple to aspire;
Any but thee my thoughts will nere require,
Other sweet motions now I will conceale
Grace these rude lines that my hearts thoughts reueale,
Face full of beauty, eyes resembling fire,
Then my pure hart to loue thy hart still voweth,
Haue me in fauour for my good desire,
Of holy loue, Loues Temple to aspire;
Any but thee my thoughts will nere require,
Other sweet motions now I will conceale
Grace these rude lines that my hearts thoughts reueale,
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10. Disgrace not me, in louing thee.
Disgrace be banisht from thy heauenly brow,Not entertained of thy piercing eie,
Me thy sweete lippes, a sweet touch will allow,
In thy faire bosome would I alwayes lie,
Louing in such a downe-bed to be placed,
Thee for to please, my selfe for euer graced.
11. I had rather loue though in vaine that face,
Then haue of any other grace.
I liue enricht with gifts of great content,
Had my desires the guerdon of good will,
Rather then taste of Fortunes fickle bent,
Loue bids me die, and scorne her witlesse skill,
Though Loue command, Despaire doth stil attend,
In hazard proues oft times but doubtfull end.
Vaine is the loue encountred with denayes,
That yeelds but griefe, where grace should rather grow,
Face full of furie, voide of curteous praise:
Then since all loue consists of weale and woe,
Haue still in mind, that loue deserues the best,
Of hearts the touchstone, inward motions louing,
Any that yeelds the fruite of true-loues rest,
Other I loue vnworthie of commending,
Grac'd with bare beautie, beautie most offending.
12. My selfe and mine, are alwayes thine.
My care to haue my blooming Rose not wither,Selfe-louing Enuie shall it not denie,
And that base weed thy growth doth seeke to hinder,
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Are they not enuious monsters in thine eie,
Alwayes with vaine occasions to inclose
Thine euer growing beautie, like the Rose?
13. The darting of your eies, may heale or wound,
Let not empiring lookes my heart confound.
The ey-bals in your head are Cupids fire,
Darting such hot sparkles at my brest,
Of force I am enthrald, and do desire
Your gracious loue, to make me happie blest:
Eyes, lippes, and tongue haue caused my vnrest,
May I vnto the height of grace aspire,
Heale my ficke heart with loues great griefe opprest,
Or if to fire thou wilt not yeeld such fuell,
Wound me to death, and so be counted cruell.
Darting such hot sparkles at my brest,
Of force I am enthrald, and do desire
Your gracious loue, to make me happie blest:
Eyes, lippes, and tongue haue caused my vnrest,
May I vnto the height of grace aspire,
Heale my ficke heart with loues great griefe opprest,
Or if to fire thou wilt not yeeld such fuell,
Wound me to death, and so be counted cruell.
Let the wide ope-mouth'd world slaunder the guiltie,
Not my dead Phœnix, that doth scorne such shame,
Empiring honor blots such infamie,
Lookes dart away the blemish of that name;
My thoughts prognosticate thy Ladies pittie:
Hearts-ease to thee, this counsell will I giue,
Confound thy foes, but let true louers liue.
Not my dead Phœnix, that doth scorne such shame,
Empiring honor blots such infamie,
Lookes dart away the blemish of that name;
My thoughts prognosticate thy Ladies pittie:
Hearts-ease to thee, this counsell will I giue,
Confound thy foes, but let true louers liue.
14. You are my ioy, be not so coy.
You best belou'd, you honor of delight,Are the bright shining Starre that I adore,
My eyes like Watchmen gaze within the night,
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Be not disgrasiue to thy friend therefore:
Too glorious are thy lookes to entertaine
Coy thoughts, fell peeuish deeds, our base disdaine.
15. For you I die, being absent from mine eye.
For all the holy rites that Venus vseth,You I coniure to true obedience:
I offer faith, which no kind hart refuseth,
Die periur'd Enuie for thy late offence,
Being enamored of rich Beauties pride,
Absent, I freeze in Winters pining cold,
From thee I sit, as if thou hadst denide,
My loue-sicke passions twentie times retold:
Eye-dazling Mistris, with a looke of pittie,
Grace my sad Song, and my hearts pining Dittie.
16. Send me your heart, to ease my smart.
Send but a glaunce of amours from thine eie,Me will it rauish with exceeding pleasure,
Your eye-bals do enwrap my destinie,
Heart sicke with sorrow, sorrow out of measure,
To thinke vpon my loues continuall folly:
Ease thou my paine from pitties golden treasure;
My griefe proceeds from thee, and I suppose
Smart of my smart, will my lifes bloud inclose.
17. Seeing you haue mine, let me haue thine.
Seeing my passions are so penetrable,You of all other should be pittifull,
Haue mind of me, and you'le be fauourable,
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Let my harts loue be alwayes violable,
Me haue you found in all things dutifull,
Haue me in fauour, and thy selfe shalt see,
Thine and none others, will I all wayes be.
18. Within thy brest, my hart doth rest.
Within the circuit of a Christall spheare,Thy eyes are plast, and vnderneath those eyes,
Brest of hard flint, eares that do scorne to heare
My dayes sad gronings, and night waking cries,
Hart sore sicke passions, and Loues agonies,
Doth it become thy beauty? no, astaine
Rests on thy bright brow wrinckled with disdaine.
19. O let me heare, from thee my deare.
O tongue thou hast blasphem'd thy holy Goddesse,Let me do penance for offending thee,
Me do thou blame for my forgetfulnesse:
Heare my submission, thou wilt succor me:
From thy harts closet commeth gentlenesse,
Thee hath the world admir'd for clemency,
My hart is sorrie, and Ile bite my tongue,
Deare that to thee, to thee I offred wrong.
20. My Phœnix rare, is all my care.
My life, my hart, my thoughts, I dedicate,Phœnix to thee, Phœnix of all beauty,
Rare things in hart of thee I meditate,
Is it not time, I come to shew my duty?
All fauors vnto thee I consecrate,
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Care those that list, so thou faire bird be mine.
21. I would I might, be thy delight.
I wish for things, would they might take effect,Would they might end, and we enioy our pleasure,
I vow I would not proffred time neglect,
Might I but gather such vnlook't for treasure,
Be all things enuious I would the respect,
Thy fauours in my hart I do enroule,
Delight matcht with delight, doth me controule.
22. If I you haue, none else I craue.
If adoration euer were created,I am a Maister of that holy Art,
You my aduotrix, whom I haue admired,
Haue of my true deuotion bore a part:
None but your selfe may here be nominated,
Else would my tongue my true obedience thwart:
I cannot flatter, Loue will not allow it,
Craue thou my hart, on thee I will bestow it.
23. Be you to me, as I to thee.
Bee the poore Bee, sucke hony from the flower,You haue a spacious odoriferous field,
To tast all moysture, where in sweet Floras bower,
Me shall you find submissiuely to yeeld,
As a poore Captiue looking for the hower;
I may haue gracious lookes, else am I kild,
To dye by you were life, and yet thy shame,
Thee would the wide world hate, my folly blame.
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24. You are the first, in whom I trust.
You in your bosome hauing plac'd a light,Are the chiefe admirall vnto my Fleet,
The Lanthorne for to guide me in the night,
First to the shore, where I may set my feet
In safegard, void of Dangers cruell spight,
Whom in disgrace Loue and fel Enuie meet,
I muster vp my spirits, and they flie;
Trust of thy faith controules mine enemie.
25. You are the last my loue shall taste.
You standing on the tower of hope and feare,Are timerous of selfe-will foolishnesse,
The onely Viper that doth loue-laies teare;
Last can it not, tis womans peeuishnesse,
My kind affections can it not forbeare,
Loue tels me that tis bred in idlenesse,
Shall such occasion hinder thee or me?
Taste first the fruit, and then commend the tree.
26. If you I had, I should be glad.
If the Sunne shine, the haruest man is glad,You are my Sunne, my dayes delightsome Queene,
I am your haruest laborer almost mad,
Had I not my glorious commet seene,
I wish that I might sit within thy shade,
Should I be welcome ere thy beautie fade:
Be not Narcissus, but be alwaies kind,
Glad to obtain the thing thou neare couldst find.
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27. Though place be far, my heart is nar.
Though thou my Doue from me be separated,Place, nor the distance shall not hinder me,
Be constant for a while, thou maist be thwarted,
Far am I not, Ile come to succour thee.
My heart and thine, my sweet shall nere be parted,
Heart made of loue, and true simplicitie:
Is not Loue lawlesse, full of powerfull might?
Nar to my heart that still with Loue doth fight.
28. My thoughts are dead, cause thou art sped.
My inward Muse can sing of nought but Loue,Thoughts are his Heralds, flying to my breast
Are entertained, if they thence remoue,
Dead shall their master be, and in vnrest;
Cause all the world thy hatred to reproue,
Thou art that All-in-all that I loue best:
Art thou then cruell? no thou canst not be
Sped with so foule a fiend as Crueltie.
29. I send my heart to thee, where gladly I would be.
I of all other am faire Venus thrall,
Send me but pleasant glances of thine eie,
My soule will leape with ioy and dance withall,
Heart of my heart, and soules felicitie:
To beauties Queene my heart is sanctified,
Thee aboue all things haue I deified.
Send me but pleasant glances of thine eie,
My soule will leape with ioy and dance withall,
Heart of my heart, and soules felicitie:
To beauties Queene my heart is sanctified,
Thee aboue all things haue I deified.
Where is Affections? fled to Enuies caue?
Gladlie my Thoughts would beare her companie,
I from foule bondage will my Phœnix saue,
Would she in loue requite my courtesie,
Be louing as thou art faire, else shall I sing,
Thy beautie a poisnous bitter thing.
Gladlie my Thoughts would beare her companie,
I from foule bondage will my Phœnix saue,
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Be louing as thou art faire, else shall I sing,
Thy beautie a poisnous bitter thing.
30. If you me iust haue knowne,
Then take me for your owne.
If you be faire, why should you be vnkind?
You haue no perfect reason for the same,
Me thinkes it were your glorie for to find
Iust measure at my hands, but you to blame,
Haue from the deepest closet of your heart,
Knowne my pure thoughts, and yet I pine in smart.
You haue no perfect reason for the same,
Me thinkes it were your glorie for to find
Iust measure at my hands, but you to blame,
Haue from the deepest closet of your heart,
Knowne my pure thoughts, and yet I pine in smart.
Then in the deepest measure of pure loue,
Take pittie on the sad sicke pining soule,
Me may you count your vnknowne Turtle-Doue,
For in my bosomes chamber, I enroule
Your deepe loue-darting eie, and still will be
Owne of your owne, despight extremitie.
Take pittie on the sad sicke pining soule,
Me may you count your vnknowne Turtle-Doue,
For in my bosomes chamber, I enroule
Your deepe loue-darting eie, and still will be
Owne of your owne, despight extremitie.
31. My heart I send, to be your friend.
My deare soules comfort, and my hopes true solace,Heart of my heart, and my liues secret ioy,
I in conceit do thy sweete selfe embrace,
Send cloudie exhalations cleane away
To the blind mistie North, there for to stay:
Be thou my arbour and my dwelling place,
Your armes the circling folds that shall enclose me,
Friend me with this, and thou shalt neuer lose me.
32. I haue no loue, but you my Doue.
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Haue spent my time, my ditties harsh and ill,
No sight but thy faire sight would I be seeing:
Loue in my bosome keepes his castle still,
But being disseuered I sit alwayes pining,
You do procure me Niobes cup to fill,
My dutie yet remembred I dare proue,
Doues haue no power for to exchange their Loue,
34. I will not change, though some be strange.
I cannot stir one foote from Uenus gate,Will you come sit, and beare me company?
Not one but you can make me fortunate:
Change when thou wilt, it is but cruelty,
Though vnto women it is giuen by fate,
Some gentle minds these ranging thoughts do hate:
Be thou of that mind, else I will conclude,
Strange hast thou alter'd Loue, to be so rude.
Thoughts keepe me waking.
Thoughts like the ayrie puffing of the wind,Keepe a sweet faining in my Loue-sicke brest,
Me still assuring that thou art most kind,
Waking in pleasure, sleeping sure in rest:
That no sleepes dreamings, nor no waking cries,
To our sweet louing thoughts, sweet rest denies.
Seeing that my hart made choise of thee,
Then frame thy selfe to comfort me.
Seeing Loue is pleas'd with Loues enamor'd ioyes,
That Fortune cannot crosse sweet Cupids will,
My Loues content, not with fond wanton toyes:
Hart of my hart doth Loues vnkindnesse kill,
Made by fond tongues vpbraiding hurtfull skill:
Choise now is fram'd to further all annoyes:
Of all sweete thoughts, of all sweete happie rest,
Thee haue I chose, to make me three times blest.
That Fortune cannot crosse sweet Cupids will,
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Hart of my hart doth Loues vnkindnesse kill,
Made by fond tongues vpbraiding hurtfull skill:
Choise now is fram'd to further all annoyes:
Of all sweete thoughts, of all sweete happie rest,
Thee haue I chose, to make me three times blest.
Then let our holy true aspiring loue,
Frame vs the sweetest musicke of Desire:
Thy words shall make true concord, and remoue
Selfe-will it selfe, for Venus doth require
To be acquainted with thy beauties fire:
Comfort my heart, for comfort tels me this,
Me hast thou chose of all to be thy blisse.
Frame vs the sweetest musicke of Desire:
Thy words shall make true concord, and remoue
Selfe-will it selfe, for Venus doth require
To be acquainted with thy beauties fire:
Comfort my heart, for comfort tels me this,
Me hast thou chose of all to be thy blisse.
My heart is bound to fauour thee,
Then yeeld in time to pittie me.
My Phoenix hath two starre-resembling Eyes,
Heart full of pittie, and her smiling looke,
Is of the Sunnes complexion, and replies,
Bound for performance by faire Venus booke
To faithfulnesse, which from her nurse she tooke:
Fauour in her doth spring, in vertuous praise,
Thee Eloquence it selfe shall seeke to raise.
Heart full of pittie, and her smiling looke,
Is of the Sunnes complexion, and replies,
Bound for performance by faire Venus booke
To faithfulnesse, which from her nurse she tooke:
Fauour in her doth spring, in vertuous praise,
Thee Eloquence it selfe shall seeke to raise.
Then in performance of this gracious right,
Yeeld vp that piteous heart to be my Louer,
In recompence how I haue lou'd thy sight,
Time shall from time to time to thee discouer:
To thee is giuen the power of Cupids might,
Pittie is writ in gold vpon thy hart,
Me promising to cure a curelesse smart.
Yeeld vp that piteous heart to be my Louer,
In recompence how I haue lou'd thy sight,
Time shall from time to time to thee discouer:
To thee is giuen the power of Cupids might,
Pittie is writ in gold vpon thy hart,
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I ioy to find a constant mind.
I am encompast round about with ioy,Ioy to enioy my sweete, for she protesteth
To comfort me that languish in annoy,
Find ease if any sorrow me molesteth,
A happie man that such a loue possesseth:
Constant in words, and alwayes vowes to loue me,
Mind me she will, but yet she dares not proue me.
My heart by hope doth liue,
Desire no ioy doth giue.
My loue and dearest life to thee I consecrate,
Heart of my hearts deare treasure, for I striue
By thy deuinenesse too deuine to nominate,
Hope of approued faith in me must thriue:
Doth not the God of Loue that's most deuine,
Liue in thy bosomes closet and in mine?
Heart of my hearts deare treasure, for I striue
By thy deuinenesse too deuine to nominate,
Hope of approued faith in me must thriue:
Doth not the God of Loue that's most deuine,
Liue in thy bosomes closet and in mine?
Desire to that vnspeakable delight,
No sharpe conceited wit can nere set downe,
Ioy in the world to worldly mens ey-sight,
Doth but ignoble thy imperiall crowne:
Giue thou the onset and the foe will flie,
Amazed at thy great commanding beautie.
No sharpe conceited wit can nere set downe,
Ioy in the world to worldly mens ey-sight,
Doth but ignoble thy imperiall crowne:
Giue thou the onset and the foe will flie,
Amazed at thy great commanding beautie.
Death shall take my life away,
Before my friendship shall decay.
Death that heart-wounding Lord, sweet louers foe,
Shall lay his Ebone darts at thy faire feete,
Take them into thy hand and worke my woe,
My woe that thy minds anguish will regreet:
Life, hart, ioy, greeting and all my pleasure,
Away are gone and fled from my deare treasure.
Shall lay his Ebone darts at thy faire feete,
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My woe that thy minds anguish will regreet:
Life, hart, ioy, greeting and all my pleasure,
Away are gone and fled from my deare treasure.
Before one staine shal blot thy scarlet die,
My bloud shall like a fountaine wash the place,
Friendship it selfe knit with mortality,
Shall thy immortall blemish quite disgrace:
Decay shall all the world, my Loue in thee
Shall liue vnstain'd, vntoucht perpetually.
My bloud shall like a fountaine wash the place,
Friendship it selfe knit with mortality,
Shall thy immortall blemish quite disgrace:
Decay shall all the world, my Loue in thee
Shall liue vnstain'd, vntoucht perpetually.
Let truth report what hart I beare,
To her that is my dearest deare.
Let not foule pale-fac'd Enuy be my foe,
Truth must declare my spotlesse loyalty,
Report vnto the world shall plainely show
What hart deare Loue I alwayes bore to thee,
Hart fram'd of perfect Loues sincerity:
I cannot flatter, this I plainely say,
Beare with false words, ile beare the blame away.
Truth must declare my spotlesse loyalty,
Report vnto the world shall plainely show
What hart deare Loue I alwayes bore to thee,
Hart fram'd of perfect Loues sincerity:
I cannot flatter, this I plainely say,
Beare with false words, ile beare the blame away.
To change in loue is a base simple thing,
Her name will be ore stain'd with periury,
That doth delight in nothing but dissembling?
Is it not shame so for to wrong faire beauty,
My true approued toung must answer I
Dearest beware of this, and learne of me,
Deare is that Loue combin'd with Chastity.
Her name will be ore stain'd with periury,
That doth delight in nothing but dissembling?
Is it not shame so for to wrong faire beauty,
My true approued toung must answer I
Dearest beware of this, and learne of me,
Deare is that Loue combin'd with Chastity.
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Seene hath the eye, chosen hath the hart:
Firme is the faith, and loth to depart.
Seene in all learned arts is my beloued,
Hath anie one so faire a Loue as I?
The stony-hearted sauage hath she moued,
Eye for her eye tempts blushing chastitie,
Chosen to make their nine a perfect ten,
Hath the sweet Muses honored her agen.
Hath anie one so faire a Loue as I?
The stony-hearted sauage hath she moued,
Eye for her eye tempts blushing chastitie,
Chosen to make their nine a perfect ten,
Hath the sweet Muses honored her agen.
The bright-ey'd wandring world doth alwaies seeke,
Heart-curing comfort doth proceed from thee,
Firme trust, pure thoughts, a mind that's alwayes meeke,
Is the true Badge of my loues Soueraigntie:
The honor of our age, the onely faire,
Faiths mistris, and Truths deare adopted heire.
Heart-curing comfort doth proceed from thee,
Firme trust, pure thoughts, a mind that's alwayes meeke,
Is the true Badge of my loues Soueraigntie:
The honor of our age, the onely faire,
Faiths mistris, and Truths deare adopted heire.
And those that do behold thy heauenly beautie,
Loth to forsake thee, spoile themselues with gazing,
To thee all humane knees proffer their dutie,
Depart they will not but with sad amazing:
To dimme their ey-sight looking gainst the sunne,
Whose hot reflecting beames will neare be donne.
Loth to forsake thee, spoile themselues with gazing,
To thee all humane knees proffer their dutie,
Depart they will not but with sad amazing:
To dimme their ey-sight looking gainst the sunne,
Whose hot reflecting beames will neare be donne.
No woe so great in loue, not being heard,
No plague in loue, being long deferd.
No tongue can tell the world my hearts deepe anguish,
Woe, and the minds great perturbation
So trouble me, that day and night I languish,
Great cares in loue seeke my destruction:
In all things gracious, sauing onely this,
Loue is my foe, that I account my blisse.
Woe, and the minds great perturbation
So trouble me, that day and night I languish,
Great cares in loue seeke my destruction:
In all things gracious, sauing onely this,
Loue is my foe, that I account my blisse.
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Not all the world could profer me disgrace,
Being maintained fairest faire by thee,
Hard-fortune shall thy feruant nere outface,
No stormes of Discord should discomfort me:
Plague all the world with frownes my Turtle-doue,
So that thou smile on me and be my loue.
Being maintained fairest faire by thee,
Hard-fortune shall thy feruant nere outface,
No stormes of Discord should discomfort me:
Plague all the world with frownes my Turtle-doue,
So that thou smile on me and be my loue.
Great Mistris, matchlesse in thy soueraigntie,
In lue and recompence of my affection,
Loue me againe, this do I beg of thee,
Being bound by Cupids kind direction:
Long haue I su'd for grace, yet stil I find,
Deferd I am by her that's most vnkind.
In lue and recompence of my affection,
Loue me againe, this do I beg of thee,
Being bound by Cupids kind direction:
Long haue I su'd for grace, yet stil I find,
Deferd I am by her that's most vnkind.
And if my loue shall be releeu'd by thee,
My heart is thine, and so account of me.
And yet a stedfast hope maintaines my hart,
If anie fauour fauourably proceede
My deare from thee, the curer of my smart,
Loue that easeth minds opprest with neede,
Shall be the true Phisition of my griefe,
Releeu'd alone by thee that yeeld'st reliefe.
If anie fauour fauourably proceede
My deare from thee, the curer of my smart,
Loue that easeth minds opprest with neede,
Shall be the true Phisition of my griefe,
Releeu'd alone by thee that yeeld'st reliefe.
By all the holy rites that Loue adoreth,
Thee haue I lou'd aboue the loue of any,
My heart in truth thee alwayes fauoureth,
Heart freed from any one, then freed from many:
Is it not base to change? yea so they say,
Thine owne confession loue denies delay.
Thee haue I lou'd aboue the loue of any,
My heart in truth thee alwayes fauoureth,
Heart freed from any one, then freed from many:
Is it not base to change? yea so they say,
Thine owne confession loue denies delay.
And by the high imperiall seate of Ioue,
So am I forc'd by Cupid for to sweare,
Account I must of thee my Turtle-doue,
Of thee that Times long memorie shall outweare:
Me by thy stedfast truth and faith denying,
To promise any hope on thee relying.
So am I forc'd by Cupid for to sweare,
Account I must of thee my Turtle-doue,
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Me by thy stedfast truth and faith denying,
To promise any hope on thee relying.
My passions are a hell and death to me,
Vnlesse you feele remorce and pitie me.
My sweetest thoughts sweet loue to thee I send,
Passions deeply ingrafted, vnremouable
Are my affections, and I must commend
A stedfast trust in thee most admirable:
Hell round enwraps my bodie by disdaine,
And then a heauen if thou loue againe.
Passions deeply ingrafted, vnremouable
Are my affections, and I must commend
A stedfast trust in thee most admirable:
Hell round enwraps my bodie by disdaine,
And then a heauen if thou loue againe.
Death haunts me at the heeles, yet is affraid,
To touch my bosome, knowing thou lou'st me,
Me sometimes terrifying by him betraid,
Vnlesse sweete helpfull succour come from thee:
You well I know, the honor of mine eie,
Feele some remorcefull helpe in miserie.
To touch my bosome, knowing thou lou'st me,
Me sometimes terrifying by him betraid,
Vnlesse sweete helpfull succour come from thee:
You well I know, the honor of mine eie,
Feele some remorcefull helpe in miserie.
Remorce sits on thy brow triumphantly,
And smiles vpon my face with gentle cheere;
Pittie, loues gracious mother dwels in thee,
Me fauouring, abandoning base feare,
Death is amazed, viewing of thy beautie,
Thinking thy selfe perfect eternitie.
And smiles vpon my face with gentle cheere;
Pittie, loues gracious mother dwels in thee,
Me fauouring, abandoning base feare,
Death is amazed, viewing of thy beautie,
Thinking thy selfe perfect eternitie.
My purest loue doth none but thee adore,
My heartie thoughts are thine, I loue no more.
My comfortable sweete approued Mistris,
Purest of all the pure that nature framed,
Loue in the height of all our happinesse,
Doth tell me that thy vertues are not named:
None can giue forth thy constancie approued,
But I that tride thy faith, my best beloued.
Purest of all the pure that nature framed,
Loue in the height of all our happinesse,
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None can giue forth thy constancie approued,
But I that tride thy faith, my best beloued.
Thee in the temple of faire Venus shrine
Adore I must, and kneele vpon my knee,
My fortunes tell me plaine that thou art mine,
Heartie in kindnesse, yeelding vnto me:
Thoughts the much-great disturbers of our rest
Are fled, and lodge in some vnquiet brest.
Adore I must, and kneele vpon my knee,
My fortunes tell me plaine that thou art mine,
Heartie in kindnesse, yeelding vnto me:
Thoughts the much-great disturbers of our rest
Are fled, and lodge in some vnquiet brest.
Thine euer vnremou'd and still kept word,
I pondred oftentimes within my mind:
Loue told me that thou neuer wouldst afford,
None other grace but that which I did find,
More comfortable did this sound in mine eare,
Then sweete releasement to a man in feare.
I pondred oftentimes within my mind:
Loue told me that thou neuer wouldst afford,
None other grace but that which I did find,
More comfortable did this sound in mine eare,
Then sweete releasement to a man in feare.
I do resolue to loue no loue but thee,
Therefore be kind, and fauour none but me.
I sometime sitting by my selfe alone,
Do meditate of things that are ensuing,
Resolue I do that thou must end my mone,
To strengthen Loue if loue should be declining.
Loue in thy bosome dwels, and tels me still,
No enuious stormes shall thwart affections will.
Do meditate of things that are ensuing,
Resolue I do that thou must end my mone,
To strengthen Loue if loue should be declining.
Loue in thy bosome dwels, and tels me still,
No enuious stormes shall thwart affections will.
Loue hath amaz'd the world, plac'd in thy brow,
But yet slauish disdaine seekes for to crosse
Thee and my selfe, that haue combin'd our vow,
Therefore that monster cannot worke our losse:
Be all the winds of Anger bent to rage,
Kind shalt thou find me, thus my hart I gage.
But yet slauish disdaine seekes for to crosse
Thee and my selfe, that haue combin'd our vow,
Therefore that monster cannot worke our losse:
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Kind shalt thou find me, thus my hart I gage.
And from my faith that's vnremoueable,
Fauour be seated in thy maiden eie,
None can receiue it loue more acceptable
But I my selfe, waiting thy pittying mercie:
Me hast thou made the substance of delight,
By thy faire sunne-resembling heauenly sight.
Fauour be seated in thy maiden eie,
None can receiue it loue more acceptable
But I my selfe, waiting thy pittying mercie:
Me hast thou made the substance of delight,
By thy faire sunne-resembling heauenly sight.
[Ah quoth she, but where is true Loue?]
Ah quoth she, but where is true Loue?Where quoth he? where you and I loue.
I quoth she, were thine like my loue.
Why quoth he, as you loue I loue.
Ah thou imperious high commaunding Lord,
(Quoth he) to Cupid gentle god of Loue,
He that I honor most will not accord,
But striues against thy Iustice from aboue,
Where I haue promist faith, my plighted word
Is quite refused with a base reproue:
True louing honour this I onely will thee,
Loue thy true loue, or else false loue will kill me.
Where shall I find a heart that's free from guile?
Quoth Faithfulnesse, within my louers brest.
He at these pleasing words began to smile,
Where Anguish wrapt his thoughts in much vnrest:
You did with pretie tales the time beguile,
And made him in conceited pleasure blest,
I grac'd the words spoke with so sweet a tong,
Loue being the holy burden of your song.
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(Quoth true Experience,) sit and you shall see,
She will enchaunt you with her heauenly lay:
Were you fram'd all of heauenly Pollicie,
Thine eares should drinke the poison of Delay,
Like as I said, so did it proue to be,
My Mistris beautie grac'd my Mistris song,
Loue pleasd more with her Eyes then with her Tong.
Why then in deepenesse of sweete Loues delight,
Quoth she, the perfect Mistris of Desire,
He that I honor most bard from my sight,
As a bright Lampe kindles Affections fire:
You Magicke operations worke your spight,
Loue to the mountaine top of will aspires:
I chalenge all in all, and this I sing,
Loue is a holy Saint, a Lord, a King.
Ah Loue, where is thy faith in sweete loue?
Why loue where hearts conioyne in true loue:
Why then my heart hopes of thy Loues loue,
Else let my heart be plagu'd with false loue.
Why loue where hearts conioyne in true loue:
Why then my heart hopes of thy Loues loue,
Else let my heart be plagu'd with false loue.
Why art thou strange to me my Deare?
Not strange when as I loue my deare:
But thou esteem'st not of thy deare.
Yes when I know my dearest deare.
Not strange when as I loue my deare:
But thou esteem'st not of thy deare.
Yes when I know my dearest deare.
Why is my Loue so false to me?
My loue is thine if thou lou'st me:
Thee I loue, else none contents me.
If thou lou'st me, it not repents me.
My loue is thine if thou lou'st me:
Thee I loue, else none contents me.
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Ah quoth he, wher's faith in sweete loue?
Why quoth she, conioynd in true loue.
Ah quoth he, I hope of thy loue:
Else quoth she, Ile die a false loue.
Why quoth she, conioynd in true loue.
Ah quoth he, I hope of thy loue:
Else quoth she, Ile die a false loue.
Ah my Deare, why dost thou kill me?
No my deare, Loue doth not will me.
Then in thine armes thou shalt enfould me.
I, my deare, there thou shalt hold me:
And holding me betweene thine armes,
I shall embrace sweete Louers Charmes.
No my deare, Loue doth not will me.
Then in thine armes thou shalt enfould me.
I, my deare, there thou shalt hold me:
And holding me betweene thine armes,
I shall embrace sweete Louers Charmes.
Though death from life my bodie part,
Yet neare the lesse keepe thou my hart.
Though some men are inconstant, fond, and fickle,
Deaths ashie count'nance shall not alter me:
From glasse they take their substance being brittle,
Life, Heart, and Hand shall awaies fauour thee,
My Pen shall write thy vertues registrie,
Bodie conioyn'd with bodie, free from strife,
Part not in sunder till we part our life.
Deaths ashie count'nance shall not alter me:
From glasse they take their substance being brittle,
Life, Heart, and Hand shall awaies fauour thee,
My Pen shall write thy vertues registrie,
Bodie conioyn'd with bodie, free from strife,
Part not in sunder till we part our life.
Yet my soules life to my deare lifes concluding,
Nere let Absurditie that villaine, theefe,
The monster of our time, mens praise deriding,
Lesse in perseuerance, of small knowledge chiefe,
Keep the base Gate to things that are excelling,
Thou by faire vertues praise maist yeeld reliefe,
My lines are thine, then tell Absurditie,
Hart of my deare, shall blot his villanie.
Nere let Absurditie that villaine, theefe,
The monster of our time, mens praise deriding,
Lesse in perseuerance, of small knowledge chiefe,
Keep the base Gate to things that are excelling,
Thou by faire vertues praise maist yeeld reliefe,
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Hart of my deare, shall blot his villanie.
Where hearts agree, no strife can be.
Where faithfulnesse vnites it selfe with loue,Hearts pin'd with sorrow cannot disagree:
Agree they must of force, for from aboue
No wind oppressing mischiefe may we see:
Strife is quite banisht from our companie.
Can I be sad? no, Pleasure bids me sing,
Be blessed, for sweete Loue's a happie thing.
Thy vowes my loue and heart hath wonne,
Till thy vntruth hath it vndonne.
Thy true vnspeakable fidelitie,
Vowes made to Cupid and his faire-fac'd mother,
My thoughts haue wonne to vertuous chastitie:
Loue thee alone I will, and loue none other,
And if thou find not my loues secrecie,
Heart fauoring thee, then do thou Fancie smother.
Hath all the world such a true Bird as I,
Wonne to this fauour by my constancie?
Vowes made to Cupid and his faire-fac'd mother,
My thoughts haue wonne to vertuous chastitie:
Loue thee alone I will, and loue none other,
And if thou find not my loues secrecie,
Heart fauoring thee, then do thou Fancie smother.
Hath all the world such a true Bird as I,
Wonne to this fauour by my constancie?
Till that leane fleshles cripple, pale-fac'd Death,
Thy louely Doue shall pierce with his fell dart,
Vntruth in my faire bosome nere takes breath:
Hath any loue such a firme constant heart?
It is thine owne, vnlesse thou keepe it still
Vndone shall I be, cleane against my will.
Thy louely Doue shall pierce with his fell dart,
Vntruth in my faire bosome nere takes breath:
Hath any loue such a firme constant heart?
It is thine owne, vnlesse thou keepe it still
Vndone shall I be, cleane against my will.
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Time shall tell thee, how well I loue thee
Time the true proportioner of things,Shall in the end shew my affection,
Tell thee from whence all these my passions spring,
Thee honoring that of loue haue made election:
How often I haue made my offerings,
Well knowne to Venus and her louely sonne,
I to the wide world shall my passions runne:
Loue is a Lord of hearts, a great Commander,
Thee chalenging to be my chiefe defender.
Most deuine and sacred,
Haue I found your loue vnspotted.
Most reuerend Mistris honor of mine eie,
Deuine, most holy in religious loue,
And Lord it selfe of my hearts emperie,
Sacred in thoughts admitted from aboue,
Haue in remembrance what affection willeth:
I it reuiues the mind, and the mind killeth.
Found haue I written in your skie-like brow,
Your neuer ceasing kind humilitie,
Loue for your sake to me hath made a vow,
Vnspotted shall I find your constancie,
And without staine, to thy pure stainlesse beautie,
Shall my hearts bosome offer vp his dutie.
The want of thee is death to me.
The day shall be all night, and night all day,Want of the Sunne and Moone to giue vs light,
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Thee from thy pleasure of thy hearts delight.
Is not Affection nurse to long Delay?
Deaths Messenger, that barres me from thy sight?
To be in absence, is to burne in fire,
Me round enwrapping with hot Loues desire.
I loue to be beloued.
I do acknowledge of all constant pure,Loue is my true thoughts herrald, and Ile sing
To be of thy thoughts closet, firme and sure,
Be the world still thy vertues deifying:
Beloued of the most, yet most of many,
Affirme my deare, thou art belou'd of any.
I scorne if I be scorned.
I being not belou'd by my affection,Scorne within my thoughts such bad disgrace,
If thou of me do make thy firme election,
I to none other loue will giue my place:
Be thou my Saint, my bosomes Lord to proue,
Scorned of all, Ile be thy truest loue.
The heart's in paine, that loues in vaine.
The griefe poore louers feele being not beloued,Hearts anguish, and sad lookes may testifie:
In night they sleepe not, and in day perplexed,
Paine of this sorrow makes them melancholy,
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Loues terror is so sharpe, so strong, so mightie,
In all things vnresistable, being aliue,
Vaine he resists that gainst loues force doth striue.
What greater ioy can be then this,
Where loue enioyes each louers wish?
What may we count the world if loue were dead?
Greater in woe, then woe it selfe can be,
Ioy from mans secret bosome being fled,
Cannot but kill the heart immediatly,
Because by ioy the heart is nourished:
Then entertaine sweete loue within thy brest,
This motion in the end will make thee blest.
Greater in woe, then woe it selfe can be,
Ioy from mans secret bosome being fled,
Cannot but kill the heart immediatly,
Because by ioy the heart is nourished:
Then entertaine sweete loue within thy brest,
This motion in the end will make thee blest.
Where two harts are vnited all in one,
Loue like a King, a Lord, a Soueraigne,
Enioyes the throne of blisse to sit vpon,
Each sad heart crauing aid, by Cupid slaine:
Louers be merrie, Loue being dignified,
Wish what you will, it shall not be denied.
Loue like a King, a Lord, a Soueraigne,
Enioyes the throne of blisse to sit vpon,
Each sad heart crauing aid, by Cupid slaine:
Louers be merrie, Loue being dignified,
Wish what you will, it shall not be denied.
Finis.
quoth R. Chester.
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