The First Fovre Bookes of Virgil his AEneis Translated intoo English heroical verse by Richard Stanyhurst, wyth oother Pohetical diuises theretoo annexed |
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| 1 | | HEERE AFTER ENSVE CERTEYN Epitaphes framed as wel in Latin as English.
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HEERE AFTER ENSVE CERTEYN Epitaphes framed as wel in Latin as English.
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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.
Thus loa, thyne hast (coosen) bred waste too cittye, toe country.Thee bearbrat boucher thy corps with villenye mangled.
Not by his manlye valour, but through thy desperat offer.
As the liefe is lasting too sutch, as in armes ar heedye,
Eun so death is posting too those, that in armor ar headye.
Haulfpenye, far better then an housful cluster of angels,
Althogh habil, would not fro thye danger deadlye be parted.
Whom lief combyned death could not scatter a sunder.
Sutch is thee fastnesse of foster brootherhod Irish.
Thogh Sydny and Deluyn thee murther partlye reuenged:
A losse so pretiouse may not bee fully requited.
Thee death of a thowsand Maghouns is vnequal amendment.
Thee nobles may not but a death so bluddye remember,
Thee Plunckets wyl not from mynd such boutcherye bannish.
Thy Ladye, thy kinred doo misse thy freendship aprooued;
Thee cittee mourneth the lack of a counsalor holsoom;
And thee countrye moneth thee want of a zealus vpholder;
Vertu eeke lamenteth thee lack of an holye repentaunt.
How beyt
dame Uertu thy goodnesse kindlye rewardeth,
In memory thin honour, thy soul eeke in glorye reposing.
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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.
Soomtyme
liu'lye Girald in graue now liu'les is harbourd.
A matchlesse gallant, in byrth and auncetrye nobil.
His nobil linnadge Kyldaer with Mountegue warrants.
Proper in his person, with gyfts so hym nature adorned.
In valor and in honor, wel knowne too no man vnequal.
And a true sound subiect, to his Prince most faythful abyding.
Theese not with standing his liefe too to hastelye vannisht.
Nipt were thee blossooms, eare fruictful season aproched.
Wherefor his acquayntaunce his death so vntymelye bewayleth.
Maynoth lamenteth, Kilka and Rathangan ar howling.
Nay rather is mated bye this hard hap desolat Ireland.
Such claps of batter that seally vnfortunat Island.
O that I thy prayses could wel decipher in order,
Lyke Homer or Virgil, lyke Geffray Chauncer in English:
Then would thy Stanyhurst in pen bee liberal holden.
Thee poët is barrayn, for prayse rich matter is offred.
A matchlesse gallant, in byrth and auncetrye nobil.
His nobil linnadge Kyldaer with Mountegue warrants.
Proper in his person, with gyfts so hym nature adorned.
In valor and in honor, wel knowne too no man vnequal.
And a true sound subiect, to his Prince most faythful abyding.
Theese not with standing his liefe too to hastelye vannisht.
Nipt were thee blossooms, eare fruictful season aproched.
Wherefor his acquayntaunce his death so vntymelye bewayleth.
Maynoth lamenteth, Kilka and Rathangan ar howling.
Nay rather is mated bye this hard hap desolat Ireland.
Such claps of batter that seally vnfortunat Island.
O that I thy prayses could wel decipher in order,
Lyke Homer or Virgil, lyke Geffray Chauncer in English:
Then would thy Stanyhurst in pen bee liberal holden.
Thee poët is barrayn, for prayse rich matter is offred.
Heere percase carpers wyl twight his iollitye youthful.
Strong reason vnstrayned that weake obiection aunswers.
Hee must bee peerlesse who in yong yeers faultles abydeth.
Such byrds flee seldoom, such black swans scantlye be floating.
Jn world of mischiefe who finds such glorius angels?
Soom stars passe oothers; al perls doe not equalye luster.
Thee soundest wheatcorne with chaffy filthod is husked:
What shal I say further, this loare diuinitye telleth;
Vertuus hee liued, through grace that vertuus eended.
What may be then better, than a godly and gratius vpshot?
Too God in al pietee, too Prince in dutye remayning.
Whearefor (woorthye Girald) syth thy eend was hertye repentaunce,
Thy soul God gladdeth with saincts in blessed Olympus,
Thogh tumbd bee carcasse in towne of martyred Alban.
Strong reason vnstrayned that weake obiection aunswers.
Hee must bee peerlesse who in yong yeers faultles abydeth.
Such byrds flee seldoom, such black swans scantlye be floating.
Jn world of mischiefe who finds such glorius angels?
Soom stars passe oothers; al perls doe not equalye luster.
Thee soundest wheatcorne with chaffy filthod is husked:
What shal I say further, this loare diuinitye telleth;
Vertuus hee liued, through grace that vertuus eended.
What may be then better, than a godly and gratius vpshot?
Too God in al pietee, too Prince in dutye remayning.
Whearefor (woorthye Girald) syth thy eend was hertye repentaunce,
Thy soul God gladdeth with saincts in blessed Olympus,
Thogh tumbd bee carcasse in towne of martyred Alban.
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A PENITENT SONNET WRITTEN by thee Lord Girald a litle beefore his death.
By losse in play men oft forgetThee duitye they dooe owe,
Too hym that dyd bestow thee same,
And thowsands millions moe.
J loathe too see theym sweare and stare,
When they the mayne haue lost;
Forgetting al thee byes, that weare
With God and holye goast.
By wounds and nayles they thinck too wyn,
But truely yt is not so:
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They mooniles must goa.
Theare is no wight that vsd yt more,
Then hee that wrote this verse;
Who cryeth, peccaui, now therefore
His othes his hert doe perce.
Therefor example take by mee,
That curse thee lucklesse tyme;
That eauer dice myne eyes dyd see,
Which bred in mee this crime.
Pardon mee for that is past,
I wyl offend no more:
In this moste vile and sinful cast ,
Which I wyl stil abhore.
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.
Coom toe me, you muses, and thow most chieflye, Minerua,And ye that are dwellers in dens of darckned Auerna:
Help mye pen in wryting, a death moste soarye reciting,
Of the good old Topas, soon too thee mightye syr Atlas.
For grauitee the Cato, for wyt Mars, Bacchus, Apollo:
Scipio for warfare, for gentyl curtesye Cæsar.
A great Alexander, with a long whit neck lyke a gaunder.
In yeer's a Nestor, for wars a martial Hector,
Hannibal and Pompey, with Tristram, Gallahad, Orckney:
Hercules in coasting, a Vulcan mightelye toasting.
In wisdoom Salomon, for streingth and currag a Sampson.
For iustice Radamanthus: in equitye woorthye Lycurgus.
And not a Thersites, but he was a subtil Vlisses.
In learning Socrates, in faythful freendship Achates.
Yea, thogh he stand namelesse, hee was in prowes Achilles.
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Noe for continuance, a learned Tullie for utt'raunce.
In travaile Ænas, for secrets trustful Iollas
And in philosopy, a Raymond, a Bacon, a Ripply,
In medicins Pæon, Galen, and most famosed Alcon,
Plinie, Dioscorides, Hipocrates, and Arafornes,
O you cursd Parcas, why kyld ye the good soon of Atlas?
And whye, withowt mercy, doe ye slea thee fayre ladye Thisbee?
A Sara for goodnesse, a greate Bellona for hudgnesse.
For myldnesse Anna, for chastitye godlye Susanna.
Hester in a good shift, a Iudith stout at a dead lift.
Also Iulietta, with Dido, rich Cleopatra.
With sundry namelesse, and woomen more manye blamelesse.
Is not he wel garded, thee wooman richlye rewarded?
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.
Thee same thogh not verbatim construed, yeet in effect thus may [illeg.]w
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Surnamd Abyngdon, to al men most hartily welcoom.
Clerck he was in wellis, where tingle a great many bellis.
Also in thee chappel hee was not counted a moungrel:
And such a lowd singer, in a thowsand not such a ringer.
And with a concordance, a man moste skilful in organce.
Now God J craue duly: sence this man saru'd the soe truelye,
Henrye place in kingdoom,, that is also named Abyngdon.
FINIS.
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