Albions England A Continued Historie of the same Kingdome, from the Originals of the first Inhabitants thereof: With most the chiefe Alterations and Accidents theare hapning, vnto, and in the happie Raigne of our now most gracious Soueraigne, Queene Elizabeth: Not barren in varietie of inuentiue and historicall Intermixtures: First penned and published by William Warner: and now reuised, and newly inlarged by the same Author: Whereunto is also newly added an Epitome of the whole Historie of England |
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CHAP. II.
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CHAP. II.
The Sunne had compast all the Signes, and Cybell brought to light
Her second breede, a smiling boy, and Iupiter he hight,
Together with the Queene of Gods (so Iunoes stile we wright.)
The infant smiled at his birth: but Cybell, ioy-bereft,
And Vesta, whom Vranos had an heauy widow left,
Did both lament: for Saturne wild the new borne babe should die,
Both to acquite him of his vow, and frustrate Destinie.
For at the Oracle he had, his wife a sonne should beare,
That should eiect him from his Realme: his vow therefore and feare
Did hasten on (vnwillingly) the slaughter of his sonne:
For which (his sorrowes granting speech) his moene he thus begonne.
Her second breede, a smiling boy, and Iupiter he hight,
Together with the Queene of Gods (so Iunoes stile we wright.)
The infant smiled at his birth: but Cybell, ioy-bereft,
And Vesta, whom Vranos had an heauy widow left,
Did both lament: for Saturne wild the new borne babe should die,
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For at the Oracle he had, his wife a sonne should beare,
That should eiect him from his Realme: his vow therefore and feare
Did hasten on (vnwillingly) the slaughter of his sonne:
For which (his sorrowes granting speech) his moene he thus begonne.
And want not stately crowns their cares? With pompe haue princes paine?
Ah, die he must, and die he shall, els may not Saturne raigne.
Yeat, might a Scepters want suffice, I gladly would resigne:
But sworne by Stix and wreakfull Mars at periuries repine.
Then farre be it that they repine, least I too late repent:
It doubles sinne, if sinne by sinne we practise to preuent.
From this time foorth, Melancholie, for Surname Saturne had:
No mirth could wrest frō him a smile, ech smile would make him sad.
His seruants feare his solemne fittes, when if they ought did say,
He either answers not at all, or quite an other way.
Vnpeopled roomes and pathlesse waies did fit his humour best:
And then he sighs and sheadeth teares when all things else did rest.
Who so could cite a Tragedie was formost in his creede,
For, balking pleasaunt company, on sorrowes did he feede.
Death likes him that mislikes himselfe: in gesture roabes and all
He shewes himselfe like to himselfe: and hence it doth befall
That men to Melancholy giuen, we Saturnists do call.
Ah, die he must, and die he shall, els may not Saturne raigne.
Yeat, might a Scepters want suffice, I gladly would resigne:
But sworne by Stix and wreakfull Mars at periuries repine.
Then farre be it that they repine, least I too late repent:
It doubles sinne, if sinne by sinne we practise to preuent.
From this time foorth, Melancholie, for Surname Saturne had:
No mirth could wrest frō him a smile, ech smile would make him sad.
His seruants feare his solemne fittes, when if they ought did say,
He either answers not at all, or quite an other way.
Vnpeopled roomes and pathlesse waies did fit his humour best:
And then he sighs and sheadeth teares when all things else did rest.
Who so could cite a Tragedie was formost in his creede,
For, balking pleasaunt company, on sorrowes did he feede.
Death likes him that mislikes himselfe: in gesture roabes and all
He shewes himselfe like to himselfe: and hence it doth befall
That men to Melancholy giuen, we Saturnists do call.
His Wife and Sister kissing oft her Nephewe and her Sonne,
(For she his Aunt and Mother was) with Vesta seeke to shunne
The voted Fathers deadly doome: to kill so sweete a Childe
Their eies and very soules abhorre: who (nothing so vnmilde)
Doe weeping kisse his laughing mouth, in minde the Babe to saue:
Howbeit feare of Saturnes wroth contrary counsell gaue.
But when in haste the Babe his heart was sent for by and by,
So Saturnd wild, so Cybell must, and Vesta not denie,
It was a woe to heare their woe and death to see them die.
Vnhollowed wretch, then Cybell said, in wombe why did I beare
This double burthen? happy Twins, saue that my Twins they are.
So that my teeming with these throwes had ending well were I:
Or would I might not giue them life, that liuing foorthwith die.
Thy Scepter (Saturne) is not worth Perfourmance of thy vow:
Thy conscience doth a scruple holde that Gods nor men allow.
From Gods, frō men, frō brutish beasts, frō nature nought doth grow,
But fosters what it bringeth foorth: thou onely doest not so.
Thy sonnes alone for slaughters serue, and I meane while their mother
Am Saturns Wife, lesse prowd of it then that he is my Brother.
Vnhappy Cybell borne to beare, and therefore borne to woe,
And fruitlesse fertill to a man that soweth not to mow.
(For she his Aunt and Mother was) with Vesta seeke to shunne
The voted Fathers deadly doome: to kill so sweete a Childe
Their eies and very soules abhorre: who (nothing so vnmilde)
Doe weeping kisse his laughing mouth, in minde the Babe to saue:
Howbeit feare of Saturnes wroth contrary counsell gaue.
But when in haste the Babe his heart was sent for by and by,
So Saturnd wild, so Cybell must, and Vesta not denie,
It was a woe to heare their woe and death to see them die.
Vnhollowed wretch, then Cybell said, in wombe why did I beare
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So that my teeming with these throwes had ending well were I:
Or would I might not giue them life, that liuing foorthwith die.
Thy Scepter (Saturne) is not worth Perfourmance of thy vow:
Thy conscience doth a scruple holde that Gods nor men allow.
From Gods, frō men, frō brutish beasts, frō nature nought doth grow,
But fosters what it bringeth foorth: thou onely doest not so.
Thy sonnes alone for slaughters serue, and I meane while their mother
Am Saturns Wife, lesse prowd of it then that he is my Brother.
Vnhappy Cybell borne to beare, and therefore borne to woe,
And fruitlesse fertill to a man that soweth not to mow.
Now teares had drowned further speech till she, as one bestrought,
Did crie that with a knife the Babe should to her bed be brought:
My selfe (quoth she) will be his death, with whome my selfe will die:
For so may Saturne saue and shunne his vow and destinie.
But Vesta countermaunds her moode: yet Saturnes will must stand,
For Ioue must die, or they not liue. A Damsell theare at hand
Was then enforced to that charge. Thrise toucht her knife his Skin,
But thrice his smiles did cause her teares: she fourthly did beginne,
And fourthly ended as before. Betide me death or life,
Liue still (at least for me) she said: and casting downe the knife,
She kist that sweete and prety mouth that laughed on her lippes,
And brings him back to Cybels bed: Her heart, reuiued, skippes,
Reuiewing life where reckned death had wrought repentant teares.
The Father fronted with a guile, at length the Damsell beares
The Infant vnto Oson Towne, and in her Ladies name,
Intreates Melissus Daughters twaine to nourish vp the same.
Vp to a mountaine beare they him, and in a secret Caue
A Mountaine Goat did giue him milke, and so his life they saue.
His Nourses, sounding Simbals once to drowne the Infants crie,
A many Bees (the Muses birds) into the Caue did flie,
Where making Honie, Saturnes Sonne did long time liue thereby.
Did crie that with a knife the Babe should to her bed be brought:
My selfe (quoth she) will be his death, with whome my selfe will die:
For so may Saturne saue and shunne his vow and destinie.
But Vesta countermaunds her moode: yet Saturnes will must stand,
For Ioue must die, or they not liue. A Damsell theare at hand
Was then enforced to that charge. Thrise toucht her knife his Skin,
But thrice his smiles did cause her teares: she fourthly did beginne,
And fourthly ended as before. Betide me death or life,
Liue still (at least for me) she said: and casting downe the knife,
She kist that sweete and prety mouth that laughed on her lippes,
And brings him back to Cybels bed: Her heart, reuiued, skippes,
Reuiewing life where reckned death had wrought repentant teares.
The Father fronted with a guile, at length the Damsell beares
The Infant vnto Oson Towne, and in her Ladies name,
Intreates Melissus Daughters twaine to nourish vp the same.
Vp to a mountaine beare they him, and in a secret Caue
A Mountaine Goat did giue him milke, and so his life they saue.
His Nourses, sounding Simbals once to drowne the Infants crie,
A many Bees (the Muses birds) into the Caue did flie,
Where making Honie, Saturnes Sonne did long time liue thereby.
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