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The First Fovre Bookes of Virgil his AEneis

Translated intoo English heroical verse by Richard Stanyhurst, wyth oother Pohetical diuises theretoo annexed

Stanyhurst, Richard (1547-1618)

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THE FIRST BOOKE OF VIRGIL HIS ÆNEIS.

THEE SECVND BOOKE OF VIRGIL HIS ÆNEIS.

THEE THIRD BOOKE OF VIRGIL HIS ÆNEIS.

THEE FOVRTH BOOKE OF VIRGIL HIS ÆNEIS.

HEERE AFTER ENSVE CERTEYN PSALMES OF Dauid, translated in too English, according to thee obseruation of thee Latin verses.

THEE FIRST PSALME OF DAVID, named in Latin, Beatus vir, translated in too English Iambical verse.

THEE SECVND PSALME, QVARE fremuerunt gentes, translated in too English Heroical and Elegiacal verse.

THEE THIRD PSALME, NAMED, Domine, quid multiplicati sunt, translated in too English Asclepiad verse.

THEE FOVRTH PSALME, NAMED, Cum inuocarem, paraphrasticalye translated in too English Saphick verse.

A PRAYER TOO THEE TRINITYE.

HEERE AFTER ENSVE certayne Poëtical Conceites.

A diuise made by Uirgil, or rather by soom oother vpon a Riuer so hard frozen, that waynes dyd passe ouer yt: varyed sundrye wayes, for commendacion, as yt should seeme, of the Latin tongue, and thee same varietye dubled in thee English.

SO MANY TYMES IS THE LATIN varyed, and yeet as manye tymes more for the honoure of thee English.

Thee description of Liparen, expressed by Uirgil in thee eight booke of his Æneis, in which place, thee Poët played, as yt weare, his price, by aduauncing at ful thee loftines of his veyne: doon in too English by thee translatoure for his last farewel too thee sayd Virgil.

[Vntoe this hard passadge (good God) what phrensye dyd hale mee?]

AN ENDEVOVRED DESCRIPTION of his Mystresse.

HIS DEVISE WRYTTEN in his mystresses booke.

THREE ESPECIAL GIFTES, wherein his mystresse excelleth.

OF A CRAKING CVTTER, extracted owt of Syr Thomas Moore his Latin Epigrams.

OF A TEMPEST QVAYLING certeyn passengers borowed of thee same Syr Thomas Moore.

HESPERVS HIS CONFESSION, written in Latin by the Sayd Syr Thomas Moore.

OF TYNDARVS, THAT FRVMPED a gentlewoman for hauing a long nose, deliuered by the former author in Latin.

SYR THOMAS MOORE HIS receipt for a strong breath translated owt of his Latin Epigrames.

HEERE AFTER ENSVE CERTEYN Epitaphes framed as wel in Latin as English.

VPON THEE DEATH OF THEE right honourable and his moste deere coosē, thee lord Baron of Louth, who was trayterouslye murthred by Mackmaughoun, an Irish Lording, about thee yeere 1577.

VPON THEE DEATH OF THEE right honourable thee Lord Girald fitz Girald L. Baron of Offalye, who deceased at S. Albans in thee yeere 1580. thee last of Iune, thee xxj. yeere of his adge.

A PENITENT SONNET WRITTEN by thee Lord Girald a litle beefore his death.

AN EPITAPH ENTITVLED Commune Defunctorum, such as oure vnlearned Rythmours accustomablye make vpon thee death of euery Tom Tyler, as yf yt were a last for euerye one his foote, in which thee quantitees of syllables are not too bee heeded.

AN EPITAPH WRYTTEN BY SYR Thomas More vpon thee death of Henrye Abyngdon, one of thee gentlemen of thee chappel: which deuise thee authour was fayne too put in meeter, by reason thee partye that requested his trauaile, dyd not lyke of a verye proper Epitaph that was first framd, beecause yt ran not in rythme, as may appeere at ful in his Latin Epigrammes: where vpon Syr Thomas More shapte theese verses ensuing, with which thee suppliant was exceedinglye satisfyed, as yf thee author had hyt thee nayle on the head.

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THEE THIRD PSALME, NAMED, Domine, quid multiplicati sunt, translated in too English Asclepiad verse.

1

Lord , my drirye foes why doe (they) multiplye?
Mee for too ruin at sundrye be coouetous.

2

Hym shields not the godhead, sundrye say too mye soule.

3

Th' art, lord most vigilant, wholye mye succorer,
And in the al mye staying shal be stil harbored:
Tw' art my moste valiant victorye glorious.

4

To our lord lowd I cryed: from holye place herd he mee.

5

In graue new buryed fast haue I slumbered.
J rose too liefe agayn through God his hollines.

6

J feare not furious multitud infinit,
With coompasse laboring, my bodye for toe catche.
Rise Lord omnipotent, help me, mye champion.

7

Lord, thy cleere radiaunt righteus equitye
Hath squisd al mye foes, falslye me ransaking.

8

Oure Lord participats saulftye with happines:
With gifts, heunlye Godhead, thy pepil amplye blisse.