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Epitaphes, Epigrams, Songs and Sonets

with a Discourse of the Friendly affections of Tymetes to Pyndara his Ladie. Newly corrected with additions, and set out by George Turbervile
 

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In prayse of the Renowmed Ladie Anne, Ladie Cowntesse Warwicke.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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In prayse of the Renowmed Ladie Anne, Ladie Cowntesse Warwicke.

The Lyon stout, whome neuer earst
coulde any beast subdue:
Here (Madame as you se) doth yeelde
both to your Beare and you.

When Nature first in hande did take
The Clay to frame this Cowntesse corse
The Earth a while shee did forsake,
And was compelde of verie force
With mowlde in hande to flee to Skies,
To ende the worke shee did deuies.
The Gods that tho in counsell sate,
Were halfe amazde (against their kinde)
To see so neere the stoole of state
Dame Nature stande, that was assignde
Among hir worldly Impes to wonne,
As shee vntill that day had donne.
First Ioue began: what (Daughter deere)
Hath made thee scorne thy Fathers will?
Why doe I see thee (Nature) heere,
That oughtst of dutie to fulfill
Thy vnder taken charge at home:
What makes thee thus abroade to rome?
Disdainefull Dame, how didst thou dare
So retchlesse to depart the grownde,
That is alotted to thy share?
(And therewithall his Godhead frownde.)
I will (quoth Nature) out of hande
Declare the cause I fled the lande.

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I vndertooke of late a peece
Of Claye a featurde face to frame,
To match the courtly Dames of Greece
That for their beautie beare the name:
But (Oh good Father) now I see
This worke of mine it will not bee.
Uicegerent since you mee assignde
Belowe in Earth, and gaue mee lawes
On mortall Wightes, and willde that Kinde
Should make and marre, as shee sawe cause:
Of right (I think) I may appeale
And craue your helpe in this to deale.
When Ioue sawe how the case did stande
And that the worke was well begonne,
Hee prayde to haue the helping hande
Of other Gods till hee had donne:
With willing mindes they all agreede
And set vpon the Clay with speede.
First Ioue eche limme doth well dispose
And makes a Creature of the Clay:
Next Ladie Venus she bestowes
Hir gallant gifts as best shee may,
From face to foote, from top to toe
Shee let no whit vntoucht to goe.
When Venus had donne what she coulde
In making of hir (carcas) braue
Then Pallas thought shee might be bolde
Among the reast a share to haue,

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A passing wyt shee did conuaye
Into this passing peece of claye.
Of Bacchus shee no member had
Saue fingars fine and feate to see,
Hir head with Heare Apollo clad
That Gods had thought it golde to bee:
So glistring was the tresse in sight
Of this newe formde and featurde Wight.
Diana helde hir peace a space
Untill those other Gods had donne:
At last (quoth shee) in Dians chase
Wyth Bowe in hande this Nymph shall ronne,
And chiefe of all my Noble traine
I will this Uirgin entertaine.
Then ioyfull Iuno came and sayde
Since you to hir so friendly are,
I doe appoint this Noble Mayde
To match with Mars his peere for warre:
She shall the Cowntesse Warwick bee,
And yeelde Dianas Bowe to mee.
When to so good effect it came
And euery member had hys grace,
There wanted nothing but a name:
By hap was Mercurie then in place,
That sayde: pray you all agree
Pandora graunt hir name to bee.
For since your Godheads forged haue
With one assent this Noble Dame,

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And eche to hir a vertue gaue,
This terme agreeth to the same:
The Gods that heard Mercurius tell
This tale, did lyke it passing well.
Report was sommonde then in hast
And willde to bring his Trumpe in hande
To blowe therewith a sownding blast
That might be heard through Brutus lande:
Pandora streight the Trumpet blewe
That eche this Cowntesse Warwicke knewe.
O sielie Nature borne to paine,
O wofull wretched kinde (I say)
That to forsake the soyle were faine
To make this Cowntesse out of Claye:
But oh most friendly Gods that woulde
Uouchsafe to set your handes to mowlde.