The Golden Aphroditis A pleasant discourse, penned by John Grange ... Whereunto be annexed by the same Authour asvvell certayne Metres upon sundry poyntes, as also divers Pamphlets in prose, which he entituleth His Garden: pleasant to the eare, and delightful to the Reader, if he abuse not the scente of the floures |
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C. G. Maister of Arte, in the prayse of the Authour. |
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C. G. Maister of Arte, in the prayse of the Authour.
In wisedomes schoole Apollo, and dame Pallas thought it fit
Of al, therin your Aucthour here, in highest rome to sit.
Holde there (quoth shee) the Muses all haue lulde thee in their lappe,
Not I alone haue giuen thee sucke, but they haue giuē thee pappe.
Of al, therin your Aucthour here, in highest rome to sit.
Holde there (quoth shee) the Muses all haue lulde thee in their lappe,
Not I alone haue giuen thee sucke, but they haue giuē thee pappe.
Ganges, thy streames bedewed, his penne thy sandes haue polisht eke,
Rare blossomes blowne to mortal men, yet not in him to seeke.
Arethusa, thy influence in him it is not skant,
Not Polymneia eke hir rules of Rhetoricke doth he want,
God guyde thy steps therefore my Grange, and eke what is begunne,
Echidmas sting thou onely soughtes by secrete meanes to shunne.
Rare blossomes blowne to mortal men, yet not in him to seeke.
Arethusa, thy influence in him it is not skant,
Not Polymneia eke hir rules of Rhetoricke doth he want,
God guyde thy steps therefore my Grange, and eke what is begunne,
Echidmas sting thou onely soughtes by secrete meanes to shunne.
Ioue would it so, thou knowest well Pernassus Mounte to clyme
Of Momus mates, thou needst not care, nor muttring Mucius slyme:
Holde here therefore thy iust rewarde, a crowne of Laurell bayes,
Not sounding trumpe, but due desertes, thy flickering fame shall rayse.
Of Momus mates, thou needst not care, nor muttring Mucius slyme:
Holde here therefore thy iust rewarde, a crowne of Laurell bayes,
Not sounding trumpe, but due desertes, thy flickering fame shall rayse.
Graūt him ye fatall sisters three, old Næstors race to run
Renoumedly without default, & cracke of fame to shun.
A Grange in deede he may be termde, a Grange for eache delight,
Not Grange, nor groue, nor fertile fielde that is in eache mans sight,
Grange would I so accoūted be, but such a Grange I meane,
For outwarde mirth and secrete sense as earst hath not bene seene.
Renoumedly without default, & cracke of fame to shun.
A Grange in deede he may be termde, a Grange for eache delight,
Not Grange, nor groue, nor fertile fielde that is in eache mans sight,
Grange would I so accoūted be, but such a Grange I meane,
For outwarde mirth and secrete sense as earst hath not bene seene.
FINIS.
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