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. LXI.
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CHAP. LXI.
Inexplicable Nature, by the God of Nature wrought,
Makes things seeme Miracles to some by some not Wonders thought:
And euery Climates People, both as they are Men and liue,
Do differ nothing, if obseru'd, She, not admir'd doth giue.
The Workman rather than the Worke extoll we though in her,
Not curiously, and all things to his Prouidence refer.
Who reades Sir Iohn de Mandeuil his Trauels, and his Sights,
That wonders not? and wonder may, if all be true he wrights.
Yeat rather it beleeue (for most, now modernly approu'd)
Than this our Storie, whence suppose he was to Trauell mou'd:
Not contradicting though such Pens that write, perhaps more trew,
That Pennance him to Pilgrimage hence of Deuotion drew.
Makes things seeme Miracles to some by some not Wonders thought:
And euery Climates People, both as they are Men and liue,
Do differ nothing, if obseru'd, She, not admir'd doth giue.
The Workman rather than the Worke extoll we though in her,
Not curiously, and all things to his Prouidence refer.
Who reades Sir Iohn de Mandeuil his Trauels, and his Sights,
That wonders not? and wonder may, if all be true he wrights.
Yeat rather it beleeue (for most, now modernly approu'd)
Than this our Storie, whence suppose he was to Trauell mou'd:
Not contradicting though such Pens that write, perhaps more trew,
That Pennance him to Pilgrimage hence of Deuotion drew.
Of noble Parentage and rich was Mandeuil exact,
To whom nor Feature, Actiuenes, nor Peoples fauour lackt.
A Lady of the royall blood, Third Edwards Cozen say her,
On whom, for rarest Raritie, might Arte-spent Nature stay her,
Inamours him: who held it sinne, if ought he should omit,
Might please and prize his Ladie coucht in Courage, Coste, or Wit.
But quite it quail'd his hopes to thinke he strain'd to reach a Starre:
Oft reason therefore did with Loue, Loue did with reason warre.
She is too high, and what of that? it hath, thinks he, bin seene
As High haue stoopt as Low: For Loue, right-labourd, wins a Queene.
And can I hope that Beautie which is Adamant to all?
Yea, Beautie, Natures Iuy-bush, each Passenger doth call.
But should she loue (Foole that I am to hope, that should despaire)
Such Births as she not else must loue, but as they licen'st are.
Yeat were it Mandeuil she lou'd (mislike it they that list)
Our vertuous Loue else-where, as here should render vs as blist.
O, would she loue, it should suffise: such, not of vulgar Moulds,
Whō once she blesseth with her Loue, for him she sooth-fast holds:
The only vertue of which Loue all other Lacks controules.
To whom nor Feature, Actiuenes, nor Peoples fauour lackt.
A Lady of the royall blood, Third Edwards Cozen say her,
On whom, for rarest Raritie, might Arte-spent Nature stay her,
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Might please and prize his Ladie coucht in Courage, Coste, or Wit.
But quite it quail'd his hopes to thinke he strain'd to reach a Starre:
Oft reason therefore did with Loue, Loue did with reason warre.
She is too high, and what of that? it hath, thinks he, bin seene
As High haue stoopt as Low: For Loue, right-labourd, wins a Queene.
And can I hope that Beautie which is Adamant to all?
Yea, Beautie, Natures Iuy-bush, each Passenger doth call.
But should she loue (Foole that I am to hope, that should despaire)
Such Births as she not else must loue, but as they licen'st are.
Yeat were it Mandeuil she lou'd (mislike it they that list)
Our vertuous Loue else-where, as here should render vs as blist.
O, would she loue, it should suffise: such, not of vulgar Moulds,
Whō once she blesseth with her Loue, for him she sooth-fast holds:
The only vertue of which Loue all other Lacks controules.
Such were his Ebbes, & Floods, and down although in Loue he sits,
Yeat, fearing Death and her disdaine, his Heart deuour'd his Fits.
For, though not meanly passionate, he fared not as those,
Whose melancholy Fooleries be Pylots to their Woes.
Alreadie was he gratious both with her and all the Court,
And, more to be, did exercise Armes, and each actiue Sport,
Nor was he stoicall in ought, but affable in all,
And apprehends, euen feelingly, her Humours as they fall.
If sad were she, then sad was he, if merrie, merrie too:
His Senses liable to all, she did, or did not doe.
If her he heard to speake, he sayd Cassandra spake lesse trew,
If her he saw, hers praisde he more than Cythereas hew,
If odorifrous Sents he smelt, he fathers them on her,
If but her hand he toucht, that Touch did highly him prefer,
But deified swore he him her bed-game Sweets might taste,
And swore his Thoughts: for where we loue, euen there our Soules be
His Vertues and officiousnes to her wards so had wrought,
That vnto little lesse than loue she, by Degrees, was brought.
Yeat, fearing Death and her disdaine, his Heart deuour'd his Fits.
For, though not meanly passionate, he fared not as those,
Whose melancholy Fooleries be Pylots to their Woes.
Alreadie was he gratious both with her and all the Court,
And, more to be, did exercise Armes, and each actiue Sport,
Nor was he stoicall in ought, but affable in all,
And apprehends, euen feelingly, her Humours as they fall.
If sad were she, then sad was he, if merrie, merrie too:
His Senses liable to all, she did, or did not doe.
If her he heard to speake, he sayd Cassandra spake lesse trew,
If her he saw, hers praisde he more than Cythereas hew,
If odorifrous Sents he smelt, he fathers them on her,
If but her hand he toucht, that Touch did highly him prefer,
But deified swore he him her bed-game Sweets might taste,
And swore his Thoughts: for where we loue, euen there our Soules be
His Vertues and officiousnes to her wards so had wrought,
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Then errant Knights, & euery Knight, yea Kings would oft defend
The Beauties of such Damsels as it lik't them to commend:
And Prizes were preposde for such whose Champions bore them best
At Tilts and Turnies, and his Choice was Soueraigne ore the rest.
Such Iusts, in England to be held, were now proclaymed, and
The Chiualrie of Christendome conuented in our Land.
Three beautious forren Ladies with Sir Iohn his Ladie stood
Competitors to win the Prize, maintain'd with Champions good.
To shew the foure-fold March of Knights, whose Prowse should plead anon,
Vnder distinguisht Flags, her Forme their Fancies waited on,
Their rare Accomplements, and each Deuise to see or reede,
To shew the richnes of the Prize behight the Victors Meede,
The Damsels richer hew for whom such Triumphs were decreede,
The Cost, and great Concurse was there, were ouer-long to say,
In few, was nothing wanting that might honor such a day.
Now sound they to the Iusts, and now vn-horst was many a Knight,
For Foyles were Foyles, most brauely all their Champerie acquite,
And almost grew the day to end before it could be seene
Who bore him best, when (moūted well, both Man & Horse in greene)
A Knight appear'd: his Banner had the Picture, and in gold
King Edwards Cozen Elenor was legibly inrould.
Against him ranne right hardie Knights, that thundred on his Beuer,
But he vnhorst the most of them, himselfe vn-horsed neuer:
At least he lost his Stirrops that incounters him, wherefore
Of Knighthood he, and Elenor the Prize of Beautie bore.
The Iewels set for Victorie and aduerse Banners three
Were yeelded him, whilst Elenor did long her Knight to see.
But as they marched to depart, with Beuer shut, he made
To her a Conge, closely then he Thence himselfe conuaide.
Much wonder all who and of whence the hardie greene-Knight was,
But secretly, vnknowne of all, he to his Home did pas.
The Beauties of such Damsels as it lik't them to commend:
And Prizes were preposde for such whose Champions bore them best
At Tilts and Turnies, and his Choice was Soueraigne ore the rest.
Such Iusts, in England to be held, were now proclaymed, and
The Chiualrie of Christendome conuented in our Land.
Three beautious forren Ladies with Sir Iohn his Ladie stood
Competitors to win the Prize, maintain'd with Champions good.
To shew the foure-fold March of Knights, whose Prowse should plead anon,
Vnder distinguisht Flags, her Forme their Fancies waited on,
Their rare Accomplements, and each Deuise to see or reede,
To shew the richnes of the Prize behight the Victors Meede,
The Damsels richer hew for whom such Triumphs were decreede,
The Cost, and great Concurse was there, were ouer-long to say,
In few, was nothing wanting that might honor such a day.
Now sound they to the Iusts, and now vn-horst was many a Knight,
For Foyles were Foyles, most brauely all their Champerie acquite,
And almost grew the day to end before it could be seene
Who bore him best, when (moūted well, both Man & Horse in greene)
A Knight appear'd: his Banner had the Picture, and in gold
King Edwards Cozen Elenor was legibly inrould.
Against him ranne right hardie Knights, that thundred on his Beuer,
But he vnhorst the most of them, himselfe vn-horsed neuer:
At least he lost his Stirrops that incounters him, wherefore
Of Knighthood he, and Elenor the Prize of Beautie bore.
The Iewels set for Victorie and aduerse Banners three
Were yeelded him, whilst Elenor did long her Knight to see.
But as they marched to depart, with Beuer shut, he made
To her a Conge, closely then he Thence himselfe conuaide.
Much wonder all who and of whence the hardie greene-Knight was,
But secretly, vnknowne of all, he to his Home did pas.
A Womans Loue is Riuer-like, which, stopt, will ouer-flow,
But when the Currant finds no let it often fals too lowe,
Faire Elenor wish't nothing more than that she might him know:
Meane while the Fier of Loue in her, from sparkes to flame did grow.
But Mandeuil was more discreet than that, for Mens applause,
He would be known, as knowing that from Praise takes Enuie cause.
To moue the King threats death, in vaine to labor her he wist,
Since many mightie Potentates had labord her and mist.
She, he, and England seem'd too neere, his hopes, thought he, too farre,
He absence therefore poynts to plead vnto his Loue in barre.
Of Ceur-de-Lion, Erigen, William the Pylgrim, who
Wrot Richards Syrian Warres, Curson, Glanuile, and Longe-spee too,
Long-shanks eare King, his Knights, and of our English many moe,
That through the triple Orbs did Armes and Trauels vnder goe,
And famous thus aliue and dead Here and Abroad did groe
He cal'd to minde, resolu'd in minde his Life to finish so.
Bills of Exchange and all things els prepard for Trauell fit,
Vnto his Friends, grieu'd he would goe, he then imparteth it.
The King did giue him Letters for safe-Conducts, of the Corte,
Loth him to leaue he taketh leaue, But in more speciall sorte
Of Elenor, good Sadnes she thus spoke, as if in sporte:
Some discontented humor sends you hence, as I deuine,
Which, be whereso you shall, will be with you be yours as mine.
Nay, Madam, quoth Sir Iohn, twixt vs this difference is to finde,
I both in minde and body, you need trauell not in minde.
Yes yes, quoth she, my Minde I wot meete may you farre away,
If so, then giue to it this Ring, and that I sent it say.
So, with that Riddle and a Ring she gaue, they kindly part,
Nor knew she him the Knight she meant, nor he to him her heart:
For, second to the greene-Knight (whom she thought not him) was he
Her Fauoret, of him therefore she would remembred be.
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Faire Elenor wish't nothing more than that she might him know:
Meane while the Fier of Loue in her, from sparkes to flame did grow.
But Mandeuil was more discreet than that, for Mens applause,
He would be known, as knowing that from Praise takes Enuie cause.
To moue the King threats death, in vaine to labor her he wist,
Since many mightie Potentates had labord her and mist.
She, he, and England seem'd too neere, his hopes, thought he, too farre,
He absence therefore poynts to plead vnto his Loue in barre.
Of Ceur-de-Lion, Erigen, William the Pylgrim, who
Wrot Richards Syrian Warres, Curson, Glanuile, and Longe-spee too,
Long-shanks eare King, his Knights, and of our English many moe,
That through the triple Orbs did Armes and Trauels vnder goe,
And famous thus aliue and dead Here and Abroad did groe
He cal'd to minde, resolu'd in minde his Life to finish so.
Bills of Exchange and all things els prepard for Trauell fit,
Vnto his Friends, grieu'd he would goe, he then imparteth it.
The King did giue him Letters for safe-Conducts, of the Corte,
Loth him to leaue he taketh leaue, But in more speciall sorte
Of Elenor, good Sadnes she thus spoke, as if in sporte:
Some discontented humor sends you hence, as I deuine,
Which, be whereso you shall, will be with you be yours as mine.
Nay, Madam, quoth Sir Iohn, twixt vs this difference is to finde,
I both in minde and body, you need trauell not in minde.
Yes yes, quoth she, my Minde I wot meete may you farre away,
If so, then giue to it this Ring, and that I sent it say.
So, with that Riddle and a Ring she gaue, they kindly part,
Nor knew she him the Knight she meant, nor he to him her heart:
For, second to the greene-Knight (whom she thought not him) was he
Her Fauoret, of him therefore she would remembred be.
Now let vs say the Lands, the Seas, the People, and their Lore
This Knight did see, whom, touching which, not storie shall we more:
But to our English Voyages, eueu in our times, let's frame.
(Our Muse, and what you heare of those of his the like do ame.
Yeat interlace we shall among the Loue of her and him:
Meane while about the World our Muse is stripped now to swim,
This Knight did see, whom, touching which, not storie shall we more:
But to our English Voyages, eueu in our times, let's frame.
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Yeat interlace we shall among the Loue of her and him:
Meane while about the World our Muse is stripped now to swim,
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