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. XVII.
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CHAP. XVII.
This Conquerour of Gallia found his Victorie prolong'd
By Brittish Succours, and for it, pretending to be wrong'd,
Did send for Tribute: threatning els to bring the Brutons Warre.
The latter going forward first, the Albinests to barre
A common foe, concurre as friends: and now was come the spring,
When Cæsar out of War-wonne France victorious troupes did bring
But easlier wonne the Grecians land at Pargama by much,
Than got the Latines footing heere, their Contraries were such.
Yee might haue seene of Hectors race, ten thousand Hectors heere,
With pollicie on either part, the Romanes buying deere
The bloodie shoore: the water yeat lesse deerer than the land
To them, whom valiantly to proofe the Ilanders withstand.
Ofte battell they, the Brutons still victorious, and in vaine
Their foes were valiant: onely heere was Cæsars force in waine.
And as our men vnto his men were as tempesteous Thunder,
So did his ankred ships on seas by Tempest dash in sunder.
But twice (quoth Cæsar) Fortune, thou wert opposite to mine,
But thirdly heere to Cæsars selfe thou (wontlesse) dost decline.
Conuaying then his wearie men into his wasted ships,
To Gallia, there to Winter them, he miscontented slippes.
By Brittish Succours, and for it, pretending to be wrong'd,
Did send for Tribute: threatning els to bring the Brutons Warre.
The latter going forward first, the Albinests to barre
A common foe, concurre as friends: and now was come the spring,
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But easlier wonne the Grecians land at Pargama by much,
Than got the Latines footing heere, their Contraries were such.
Yee might haue seene of Hectors race, ten thousand Hectors heere,
With pollicie on either part, the Romanes buying deere
The bloodie shoore: the water yeat lesse deerer than the land
To them, whom valiantly to proofe the Ilanders withstand.
Ofte battell they, the Brutons still victorious, and in vaine
Their foes were valiant: onely heere was Cæsars force in waine.
And as our men vnto his men were as tempesteous Thunder,
So did his ankred ships on seas by Tempest dash in sunder.
But twice (quoth Cæsar) Fortune, thou wert opposite to mine,
But thirdly heere to Cæsars selfe thou (wontlesse) dost decline.
Conuaying then his wearie men into his wasted ships,
To Gallia, there to Winter them, he miscontented slippes.
Of this same Victorie did spring securitie and strife:
The Scottes and Pichtes did sunder hence, the Brutons (ouer-rife
In Largesse) making frollike Cheere, a quarrell then aroes
Betwixt the King and Luds false Sonne, and they disioyne as foes:
That Cæsar slippes Aduantage such were error to suppoes.
Euen of the Brutons some there were recalling backe the Foe,
And Winter past, with doubled power he backe againe did roe.
The Romanes more, the Brutons they farre fewer than before,
Offend, defend, fight for, fence from, to winne, and warde the shore.
But Cæsar landed, and ensew'd continuall cruell fight,
Thrice put the fierce Cassiuelanes the Cæsarines to flight:
And still the King incouraging in euery wing appeares,
So giuing needlesse spurs to fight, his souldiours brooke not feares:
Nor little did the Cornish Belles offend the Romane eares.
When Cæsars oft succesles fight had tyred him and his,
Inringed with his mayhmed Campe, the Romane speaketh this.
The Scottes and Pichtes did sunder hence, the Brutons (ouer-rife
In Largesse) making frollike Cheere, a quarrell then aroes
Betwixt the King and Luds false Sonne, and they disioyne as foes:
That Cæsar slippes Aduantage such were error to suppoes.
Euen of the Brutons some there were recalling backe the Foe,
And Winter past, with doubled power he backe againe did roe.
The Romanes more, the Brutons they farre fewer than before,
Offend, defend, fight for, fence from, to winne, and warde the shore.
But Cæsar landed, and ensew'd continuall cruell fight,
Thrice put the fierce Cassiuelanes the Cæsarines to flight:
And still the King incouraging in euery wing appeares,
So giuing needlesse spurs to fight, his souldiours brooke not feares:
Nor little did the Cornish Belles offend the Romane eares.
When Cæsars oft succesles fight had tyred him and his,
Inringed with his mayhmed Campe, the Romane speaketh this.
Are these same Bands, those selfe-same Bands that neuer fought in vaine?
And ye the men that following stil my Standard still did gaine?
Euen these, and ye, are verie those: nor can I discommend
Your manhoodes, that with lesser worke brought greater Wars to end.
But not, as was my wont to wright, the Senate now shall reede,
I came, I sawe, I ouer-came: such Foes forbid such speede.
Nor let the Senate muse, for Troy with Troy doth here contend:
This warlike people (fame is so) from whence sprong we discend.
Yea, if AEneas had not left the Phrygian Gods to vs,
And Greekes Palladium Shipt to Greece, this Fortune foyling thus,
I would haue thought those very Gods had followed our anoy:
But them haue we, these onely haue vndanted harts from Troy.
But what? shall Cæsar doubt to fight against so braue a Foe,
No, Cæsars Tryumphes with their Spoyles shall giue the brauer shoe.
Ye Gods that guide our Capitoll, Mount Palatin thou Throne
Of stately Rome, ye followers too of her affaires each one,
Delay not, but depriue me quite my Triumphes now in hand,
Nor let me liue, if so I leaue vnconquered this Land:
This Land, the last of Westerne Isles, an Isle vnknowen ere this,
Which famous now through Cæsars fight and our misfortune is.
Enough, my fellow friends in Armes, enough we Romaines haue
To seeke reuenge: your Conquest, loe, a Countrie rich and braue:
And (which perswadeth victorie) in Troynouant there be.
That hold that Citie to our vse: the Brutons disagree,
No Scot or Pichte assisting them in these our Warres I see.
Their ciuill strife will proue their scourge, how stout soere they seeme,
And perpetuitie doth faile in euery thing extreme.
Not Fortune still is good or bad, and now let be our day:
Too long we liue, if that so long we shall on trifles stay,
Said Cæsar: And with such his words did so inflame his men,
That with lesse patience did they liue, than linger battell then.
And ye the men that following stil my Standard still did gaine?
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Your manhoodes, that with lesser worke brought greater Wars to end.
But not, as was my wont to wright, the Senate now shall reede,
I came, I sawe, I ouer-came: such Foes forbid such speede.
Nor let the Senate muse, for Troy with Troy doth here contend:
This warlike people (fame is so) from whence sprong we discend.
Yea, if AEneas had not left the Phrygian Gods to vs,
And Greekes Palladium Shipt to Greece, this Fortune foyling thus,
I would haue thought those very Gods had followed our anoy:
But them haue we, these onely haue vndanted harts from Troy.
But what? shall Cæsar doubt to fight against so braue a Foe,
No, Cæsars Tryumphes with their Spoyles shall giue the brauer shoe.
Ye Gods that guide our Capitoll, Mount Palatin thou Throne
Of stately Rome, ye followers too of her affaires each one,
Delay not, but depriue me quite my Triumphes now in hand,
Nor let me liue, if so I leaue vnconquered this Land:
This Land, the last of Westerne Isles, an Isle vnknowen ere this,
Which famous now through Cæsars fight and our misfortune is.
Enough, my fellow friends in Armes, enough we Romaines haue
To seeke reuenge: your Conquest, loe, a Countrie rich and braue:
And (which perswadeth victorie) in Troynouant there be.
That hold that Citie to our vse: the Brutons disagree,
No Scot or Pichte assisting them in these our Warres I see.
Their ciuill strife will proue their scourge, how stout soere they seeme,
And perpetuitie doth faile in euery thing extreme.
Not Fortune still is good or bad, and now let be our day:
Too long we liue, if that so long we shall on trifles stay,
Said Cæsar: And with such his words did so inflame his men,
That with lesse patience did they liue, than linger battell then.
The Romaines did the bace, and then did cruell Warre begin:
And little wanted that the Brutes the better did not win.
But Cæsar so foresawe Supplies, and Succors here and theare,
Perswading this, disswading that, controuling flight and feare,
That, after many Romaines slaine, the Brutons tooke their flight,
To Southerne Shores: whereas to proofe Cassiuelan did fight,
With oft Eruptions out of Woods, vntil the traitrous Knight,
The Earle of London, yeelds his Charge and Citie to the Foe,
Through which disloyall president did other Cities soe:
And then with hard-won Tribute hence the Conquerour did goe.
And little wanted that the Brutes the better did not win.
But Cæsar so foresawe Supplies, and Succors here and theare,
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That, after many Romaines slaine, the Brutons tooke their flight,
To Southerne Shores: whereas to proofe Cassiuelan did fight,
With oft Eruptions out of Woods, vntil the traitrous Knight,
The Earle of London, yeelds his Charge and Citie to the Foe,
Through which disloyall president did other Cities soe:
And then with hard-won Tribute hence the Conquerour did goe.
Bvt he, that wonne in euery Warre, at Rome in ciuill Robe.
Was stab'd to death: no certaintie is vnderneath this Globe.
The good are enuied of the bad, and glorie finds disdaine,
And people are in constancie as Aprill is in raine:
Whereof, amidst our serious penne, this Fable intertaine.
Was stab'd to death: no certaintie is vnderneath this Globe.
The good are enuied of the bad, and glorie finds disdaine,
And people are in constancie as Aprill is in raine:
Whereof, amidst our serious penne, this Fable intertaine.
An Asse, an Old-man, and a Boye, did through a Citie passe,
And whil'st the wanton Boye did ride the Old-man led the Asse:
See yonder doting foole, said Folke, that crauleth scarce for age,
Doth set the Boye vpon his Asse and makes himselfe his Page.
Anon the blamed Boy alights, and lets the Old-man ride,
And, as the Old-man did before, the Boye the Asse did gide:
But, passing so, the people then did much the Old-man blame,
And told him, Churle, thy limbs be tough, let ride the Boy, for shame.
The fault thus found, both Man and Boye did backe the Asse and ride,
Then that the Asse was ouer-charg'd each man that met them cride.
Now both a light, and goe one foote, and lead the empty Beast,
But then the people laugh, and say, that one might ride at least.
With it they both did vndershore the Asse on either side,
But then the wondring people did that witles pranke deride.
The Old-man seeing by no waies he could the people please,
Not blameles then did driue the Asse and drowne him in the Seas.
Thus whil'st we be, it will not be, that any pleaseth all:
Els had bin wanting, worthely, the noble Cæsars fall.
And whil'st the wanton Boye did ride the Old-man led the Asse:
See yonder doting foole, said Folke, that crauleth scarce for age,
Doth set the Boye vpon his Asse and makes himselfe his Page.
Anon the blamed Boy alights, and lets the Old-man ride,
And, as the Old-man did before, the Boye the Asse did gide:
But, passing so, the people then did much the Old-man blame,
And told him, Churle, thy limbs be tough, let ride the Boy, for shame.
The fault thus found, both Man and Boye did backe the Asse and ride,
Then that the Asse was ouer-charg'd each man that met them cride.
Now both a light, and goe one foote, and lead the empty Beast,
But then the people laugh, and say, that one might ride at least.
With it they both did vndershore the Asse on either side,
But then the wondring people did that witles pranke deride.
The Old-man seeing by no waies he could the people please,
Not blameles then did driue the Asse and drowne him in the Seas.
Thus whil'st we be, it will not be, that any pleaseth all:
Els had bin wanting, worthely, the noble Cæsars fall.
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