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The third Booke of Enamoured Diana.
[The coole fresh winde, Taurisus, that inuiting vs]
Berardus.The coole fresh winde, Taurisus, that inuiting vs
Amongst the trees, the leaues is gently shaking,
Our sences ioying, and with case delighting vs:
The Cotes, and Sicamours sweete shadowes making:
The Cristall fountaines, that in copious swelling
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The coloured flower, whose sweete and fragrant smelling
To banish melancholie greefes sufficeth,
Which makes the hart from sweete content rebelling,
His might, that all despiseth,
Cannot subdue, nor malice, nor the brauerie,
Of that most cruell king, whose sway doth wearie vs,
Whose punishment, and slauerie
Is absolute, vniust, and meere imperious.
For amorous greefes, to hels of paines that ferrie vs,
No remedies haue yet beene salutiferous,
But still the poison fuming
Infects my soule with torments most pestiferous.
Taurisus.
He that in loue is euermore consuming,
Is neuer glad, for such an euill tires him,
Liuing in greefe, in greefe his death resuming:
Loue giues him paines, and most with torments fires him,
When most he seekes his pastime and his pleasure;
For then with furious thoughts he most inspires him:
Those few times when a soule enioies her treasure,
Greefe doth succeede in place, whose balefull souenaunce
Makes it returne to playning without measure:
Loue will enioy his couenants:
And whom he conquers, kils, or prisoner taketh,
He thinkes by him to get most famous glorie:
His prisoner now, that quaketh,
He giues to Fortune, with his Fortune sorie,
Or sels to greefe, whom euermore it shaketh,
And paints in him her dire and tragicke storie,
And him thats burning in his hottest fires
He quite consumes, the cruell he retires.
Berardus.
The whole man waxeth sicke as he intreates him,
He turnes each hart from former ioy to sadnes,
Still killing him, that liuing is, and threates him,
That is most free, with bonds, the scourge of gladnes:
Since then (my soule) thou knowest too well how cruell
This Tyrant is, be patient, and content thee,
That such a place containes thy amorous fuell:
(So high a place) Take greefes, and now present thee
To all those harmes, and paines he shall enure thee:
Enioy thine ill, and in thy greefes maintaine thee,
Bicause by how much more thou shalt procure thee
A meanes, to rid thy selfe from that that paines thee,
The more thou shalt enwrap thee in his briers,
And shalt be furdest from thy cheefe desires:
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Loue findes in me so well disposed matter,
And such a minde to amplifie his glorie,
That mongst all those, whose mournfull flockes doe scatter
On both Hisperias plaines, in loue so sorie,
My daily greefes are euer more augmented:
Salt showers of teares mine eies haue euer rained:
And more, then wretched Biblis malcontented,
When turned to a fountaine she remained.
Strange is my good, my paine is proper to me,
Faine would I see Dianas face, but twenty,
And twenty deaths in seeing her vndoe me,
I die for want neere to the fount of plenty:
Her presence doth with paines and torments fill me,
Her absence doth with desperation kill me.
Berardus.
The woods doe murmur, and the meadow smileth,
And iugging nightingales are sweetely singing:
But death to thousand woes my hope exileth:
Taurisus.
The blooming trees smell sweete, that now are springing.
The grasse growes greene, with many a painted flower:
But I remaine (O woe) in sorrowes stinging:
Berardus.
My woes my wits haue slaine in such an hower,
That now I haue no power
To say by hart ten verses all along:
Taurisus.
My toong doth cleaue euen in my very song,
Wherefore (my friend) prolong
The time no more, but sing that sweetest dittie,
Which interrupted with thy sighes of pitie,
And teares, in euery citie
And countrie towne, so highly did commend thee.
Berardus.
Singing with thee, it shall no whit offend me,
But ease and pleasure lend me:
Then answer me. But now what shall I sing?
Taurisus.
Sing that that saieth. The radiant star doth bring?
Or that: Loues teares doe spring. &c.
Or that: I knowe not well how it doth say,
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Dauncing with faire Diana on a greene.
Berardus.
No Tigresse nor no lionesse haue beene,
But with compassion mooued
Of all my torments, able to despaire one:
But not that cruell faire one,
The fierce deuouresse of my life approoued.
Taurisus.
The fierce deuouresse of my life approoued,
My peerelesse Shepherdesse,
As fell in hart, as she is faire in face:
How then in such a case
Can I escape (O greefe) but die without redresse?
Berardus.
Can I escape (O greefe) but die without redresse
With deathes of racking passions?
But when I see Diana faire, her sight my griefes asswageth,
Yet then my soule enrageth:
The more I haue to doe with loue, the lesse I knowe his fashions.
Taurisus.
The more I haue to doe with loue, the lesse I knowe his fashions,
His seruants he neglecteth
And he, that flying seeketh to escape his mortall chaine,
With thrise redoubled paine
He wounds, and with his furious plagues his wretched soule infecteth.
Berardus.
Faire Shepherdesse, whose face the heauenly powers
Haue graced with more beautie, then the Roses:
And sweeter then the purple golden flowers,
That deckes our meades and virgins brestes with poses:
So may the heauens powre downe in copious plentie
Vpon thy flockes their fauours most abounding:
And thy faire ewes, with double twins not emptie,
In numbers swarme, in profit still redounding:
That to my soule, which my demerit pesters,
Thou wouldst not shew sterne lookes, nor angrie gestures.
Taurisus.
Faire Shepherdesse, that with thy neighbour dwelling,
Dost cleere thy fieldes bedight with Daffodillies,
The driuen snowe in whitenesse far excelling,
In beautie Gilloflowres, and stately lillies:
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In corne, and fruit, which thou maist taste at pleasure:
Thy peares, and plums, and apricocks so geason
By handfuls maist thou pull in plentious measure:
That thou wouldst looke vpon thy swaine so sorie:
For of thy sight depends his cheefest glorie.
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[Welcome thy friendes from swelling seas that rore]
Welcome
thy friendes from swelling seas that rore
With hideous noise, and tost by Neptunes toile,
O fortunate and faire Valencia shore,
Where nipping frost doth neuer hurt thy soile,
Nor Phebus with his woonted parching beames
Doth burne thy meades, nor heates thy christall streames.
With hideous noise, and tost by Neptunes toile,
O fortunate and faire Valencia shore,
Where nipping frost doth neuer hurt thy soile,
Nor Phebus with his woonted parching beames
Doth burne thy meades, nor heates thy christall streames.
Thrise happy he, who liuing without feare
In swallowing seas and billowes to be drownd,
Enioies thy golden beauties euery wheare,
Of thy sweete meades, greene banks, and fruitfull ground,
Thy ground bedeckt with flowres so fine and faire,
Maintainde with heauenly deaw and pleasant aire.
In swallowing seas and billowes to be drownd,
Enioies thy golden beauties euery wheare,
Of thy sweete meades, greene banks, and fruitfull ground,
Thy ground bedeckt with flowres so fine and faire,
Maintainde with heauenly deaw and pleasant aire.
With greater toile the ship doth cut the seas,
Then wearie plowmen doth thy gentle fieldes,
Then happy Earth, the ioy and wished ease
Of traueled soules, that to thy succour yeeldes,
Receiue into thy pleasant woods and caues,
Before the sea doth rage in roring waues,
Then wearie plowmen doth thy gentle fieldes,
Then happy Earth, the ioy and wished ease
Of traueled soules, that to thy succour yeeldes,
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Before the sea doth rage in roring waues,
Receiue (I say) poore and disastrous men
Beaten with stormes and almost cast away,
Since now we are arriu'd within the ken
Of thy braue coastes, this seuenfold happy day:
That I may wash in Turia, as of late,
These waters and accursed waues to hate.
Beaten with stormes and almost cast away,
Since now we are arriu'd within the ken
Of thy braue coastes, this seuenfold happy day:
That I may wash in Turia, as of late,
These waters and accursed waues to hate.
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Nereas Song.
In
those most happy fieldes and plaines,
Where Guadaljar in goodly vaines
With christall streames doth glide,
Leauing the sweete and pleasant fieldes,
Vnto the sea his tribute yeeldes
And runs with hastie tide.
Where Guadaljar in goodly vaines
With christall streames doth glide,
Leauing the sweete and pleasant fieldes,
Vnto the sea his tribute yeeldes
And runs with hastie tide.
Faire Galatee full of disdaine,
And ioyfull of the woes and paine
To Lycius that she gaue:
Played vpon the sands and shore,
The which the sea sometimes before
Doth wash with wallowing waue.
And ioyfull of the woes and paine
To Lycius that she gaue:
Played vpon the sands and shore,
The which the sea sometimes before
Doth wash with wallowing waue.
Gathering amongst the sandes alone
Fine shels, and many a painted stone,
As she went vp and downe:
And singing many songs so sweete,
The which the roring billowes yet
Did alter much and drowne.
Fine shels, and many a painted stone,
As she went vp and downe:
And singing many songs so sweete,
The which the roring billowes yet
Did alter much and drowne.
Neere to the water side she hies,
And there the waues that fall and rise
She view'd with great delight;
And fled, when that they came amaine,
And sometimes could not, but was faine
To wet her feete so white.
And there the waues that fall and rise
She view'd with great delight;
And fled, when that they came amaine,
And sometimes could not, but was faine
To wet her feete so white.
Lycius, who had in suffring paines
No equall in those fieldes and plaines,
His torments there suspended,
Whiles that he view'd with great content
His Shepherdesse so excellent,
For beautie most commended.
No equall in those fieldes and plaines,
His torments there suspended,
Whiles that he view'd with great content
His Shepherdesse so excellent,
For beautie most commended.
But now comparing his vnrest
With all the ioy that she possest,
The Shepherd halfe decaied
With dolefull voice his sad complaints
To shores and champaines he acquaints,
And in this manner said.
With all the ioy that she possest,
The Shepherd halfe decaied
With dolefull voice his sad complaints
To shores and champaines he acquaints,
And in this manner said.
O fairest Nymph, if that thou please,
Play not about the roring seas,
Although thy chiefe delight
Consist therein, yet Galatee
As thou dost Licius, so the sea
Eschew with hastie flight.
Play not about the roring seas,
Although thy chiefe delight
Consist therein, yet Galatee
As thou dost Licius, so the sea
Eschew with hastie flight.
And now (sweete Nymph) leaue of to play,
For it doth greeue me day by day
To see thee on the sandes:
O doe not now torment me more,
For seeing thee vpon the shore
I feare false Neptunes hands.
For it doth greeue me day by day
To see thee on the sandes:
O doe not now torment me more,
For seeing thee vpon the shore
I feare false Neptunes hands.
And this doth fill me full of doubtes,
That I must credit these my thoughtes,
Bicause it is most cleere,
That if he die not now for thee,
He will no doubt thy louer bee
When that he sees thee heere.
That I must credit these my thoughtes,
Bicause it is most cleere,
That if he die not now for thee,
He will no doubt thy louer bee
When that he sees thee heere.
And this is sure: For loue doth knowe,
Since first my soule he wounded so,
That I should neuer want
A stronger riuall, and more stoute,
Then I, who daily would seeke out
My true loue to supplant.
Since first my soule he wounded so,
That I should neuer want
A stronger riuall, and more stoute,
Then I, who daily would seeke out
My true loue to supplant.
Leaue then the barren sands and shore,
Forsake the cliffes, come there no more,
Flie from that dangerous coast:
Take heede no monster of the sea
Surprise thee not (faire Galatee)
Where many haue beene lost.
Forsake the cliffes, come there no more,
Flie from that dangerous coast:
Take heede no monster of the sea
Surprise thee not (faire Galatee)
Where many haue beene lost.
Flie now, and see how I endure
Ten thousand greefes to see thee sure,
Bicause with double paine
Iealous I am of thy content,
And for thy dangers imminent
Great cares I doe sustaine.
Ten thousand greefes to see thee sure,
Bicause with double paine
Iealous I am of thy content,
And for thy dangers imminent
Great cares I doe sustaine.
In seeing thee so mery and glad,
My iealous thoughts doe make me sad,
And thinke of Europe faire,
Deceiued by a milke white bull,
As on the sea bankes she did cull
Fine flowers to dresse her haire.
My iealous thoughts doe make me sad,
And thinke of Europe faire,
Deceiued by a milke white bull,
As on the sea bankes she did cull
Fine flowers to dresse her haire.
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And more, my ordinarie cares
Make me to thinke, how vnawares
Disdainfull Alnade was
Dishiuered and deuour'd by
A huge sea monster, that did lie
Hard by where he did passe.
Make me to thinke, how vnawares
Disdainfull Alnade was
Dishiuered and deuour'd by
A huge sea monster, that did lie
Hard by where he did passe.
But well away, that I doe see
Signes of no feare nor greefe in thee,
For this my sorrow knowes,
That he, thats not of loue afraide,
Can with no dangers be dismaide,
And feares not where he goes.
Signes of no feare nor greefe in thee,
For this my sorrow knowes,
That he, thats not of loue afraide,
Can with no dangers be dismaide,
And feares not where he goes.
O then (my peerelesse Nymph) take heede,
Lest Cupid doe reuenge with speede,
To see himselfe contemned,
For being such a God of might,
He will not suffer, but will smite,
When he is once offended.
Lest Cupid doe reuenge with speede,
To see himselfe contemned,
For being such a God of might,
He will not suffer, but will smite,
When he is once offended.
Come goe with me vnto the woods,
Where euery plant sprout foorth her buds,
And to the goodly fieldes,
Where we will spend the pleasant howers,
Amongst the faire and redolent flowers,
That nought but pleasure yeeldes.
Where euery plant sprout foorth her buds,
And to the goodly fieldes,
Where we will spend the pleasant howers,
Amongst the faire and redolent flowers,
That nought but pleasure yeeldes.
If waters please thee, I will bring
Thee to so faire and fine a spring,
That to be first in praise
Amongst the rest, thy body white
To wash within her waters bright,
For thee it onely staies.
Thee to so faire and fine a spring,
That to be first in praise
Amongst the rest, thy body white
To wash within her waters bright,
For thee it onely staies.
Disporting in this naked place,
Thou hast no vaile to hide thy face,
Nor shade from parching sunne,
Pitie it were thy beauties blaze,
Which enuious Titan feares to gaze,
By him should be vndone.
Thou hast no vaile to hide thy face,
Nor shade from parching sunne,
Pitie it were thy beauties blaze,
Which enuious Titan feares to gaze,
By him should be vndone.
Heere hear'st thou no melodious voice,
But still a huge and fearefull noise
Of monsters hideous raues,
And seas, that rore like tumbling thunder,
Tost with the windes, that beate asunder
The proude and raging waues.
But still a huge and fearefull noise
Of monsters hideous raues,
And seas, that rore like tumbling thunder,
Tost with the windes, that beate asunder
The proude and raging waues.
What ioy and pleasure canst thou take,
To see the tossing billowes shake
A ship vpon the sand?
And then to see the broken plankes,
And carcases in pitious rankes
Come swimming to the land.
To see the tossing billowes shake
A ship vpon the sand?
And then to see the broken plankes,
And carcases in pitious rankes
Come swimming to the land.
Come to the frithes, and forrests tall,
Where nature hath beene liberall
With many a pleasant seate.
Come to the coole and sweetest shades,
Where in greene pathes and open glades
We passe away the heate.
Where nature hath beene liberall
With many a pleasant seate.
Come to the coole and sweetest shades,
Where in greene pathes and open glades
We passe away the heate.
Flie, flie, those proude and swelling seas,
Come, come and thou shalt see what ease
We take, and how we sing
Ditties so sweete, that in suspence
We hold the rockes, and euery sence
Of euery liuing thing.
Come, come and thou shalt see what ease
We take, and how we sing
Ditties so sweete, that in suspence
We hold the rockes, and euery sence
Of euery liuing thing.
And though that some be full of pitie,
Loue forceth them to such a dittie,
For loue is full of paine:
Yet all the Shepherdes will I mooue,
To sing no mournefull songs of loue,
Onely to please thy vaine.
Loue forceth them to such a dittie,
For loue is full of paine:
Yet all the Shepherdes will I mooue,
To sing no mournefull songs of loue,
Onely to please thy vaine.
There maist thou reade in euery tree,
And euery meade that thou shalt see
The loues in knots disguis'd
Of iolly Shepherdes, and the names
Of chiefest Nymphes, and countrie dames
In curious sort deuis'd.
And euery meade that thou shalt see
The loues in knots disguis'd
Of iolly Shepherdes, and the names
Of chiefest Nymphes, and countrie dames
In curious sort deuis'd.
But it will make thee sad, I feare,
To see thy name ingrauen there,
By knowing it was carued
By him, whom thou didst euer blot
Out of thy minde, and hast forgot,
And with disfauours starued.
To see thy name ingrauen there,
By knowing it was carued
By him, whom thou didst euer blot
Out of thy minde, and hast forgot,
And with disfauours starued.
And though thine anger will be such,
Yet wilt thou maruell not so much
To see thy carued name,
As thou wilt woonder then to see,
That he doth loue and honour thee,
That there did write the same.
Yet wilt thou maruell not so much
To see thy carued name,
As thou wilt woonder then to see,
That he doth loue and honour thee,
That there did write the same.
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Not to be loued, and to loue,
It is a greeuous greefe to prooue:
But what a greefe or paine
Could it in thee (faire Nymph) procure,
To be beloued with loue so pure,
And not to loue againe?
It is a greeuous greefe to prooue:
But what a greefe or paine
Could it in thee (faire Nymph) procure,
To be beloued with loue so pure,
And not to loue againe?
But now despis'd I reckon small
Faire Galatee my torment all
So that thou wilt forsake
These swallowing sandes, and seas so high,
Where monsters bellow out and crie,
And daily praies doe take.
Faire Galatee my torment all
So that thou wilt forsake
These swallowing sandes, and seas so high,
Where monsters bellow out and crie,
And daily praies doe take.
What better pastime canst thou finde
Neere to the seas of blustring winde,
Then in our woods and mountaines
To listen to the nightingales,
And gather flowers in our vales,
And bathe in christall fountaines.
Neere to the seas of blustring winde,
Then in our woods and mountaines
To listen to the nightingales,
And gather flowers in our vales,
And bathe in christall fountaines.
I would to God thou liuedst heere,
In our faire fieldes and riuers cleere,
And for to loue them more,
I would to God thou wouldst but see
Before I should report to thee
How they excell the shore.
In our faire fieldes and riuers cleere,
And for to loue them more,
I would to God thou wouldst but see
Before I should report to thee
How they excell the shore.
Bicause I know, the more I praise
These woods, meades, springs & louely laies,
The lesse thou wilt beleeue me;
And wilt not come where thou dost knowe,
That part of my content doth growe
Which most of all doth greeue me.
These woods, meades, springs & louely laies,
The lesse thou wilt beleeue me;
And wilt not come where thou dost knowe,
That part of my content doth growe
Which most of all doth greeue me.
Poore Lycius would haue spoken more,
To win her from that haplesse shore,
But that she bad him cease:
For with an angrie face and scoule
She turn'd vnto the wretched soule,
And bad him hold his peace.
To win her from that haplesse shore,
But that she bad him cease:
For with an angrie face and scoule
She turn'd vnto the wretched soule,
And bad him hold his peace.
Then went she to her sportes againe,
He to his plaintes and woonted paine:
And in the selfesame sort
He still remaines in woonted sorrow,
She in the sea bankes euen, and morrow,
Contented with her sport.
He to his plaintes and woonted paine:
And in the selfesame sort
He still remaines in woonted sorrow,
She in the sea bankes euen, and morrow,
Contented with her sport.
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[My greeuous sighes and sorrowfull teares]
My greeuous sighes and sorrowfull teares
In stones doe make their liuely print,
But not in thee harder then any flint.
In stones doe make their liuely print,
But not in thee harder then any flint.
The glosse.
Let not thy Graces rare,
Be with my seruice any whit offended,
Since that my greeuous fare,
And torments past, to thy deuotions tended,
Where neuer yet with greefe of thee lamented,
Nor with my sighes thy crueltie relented.
Thy hart was neuer changed with my cries,
With which I was importunate alwaies
To wearied earth and skies:
Though thou dost see not onely nights and daies
Spilt and consum'd with many feares,
My greeuous sighes and sorrowfull teares.
Be with my seruice any whit offended,
Since that my greeuous fare,
And torments past, to thy deuotions tended,
Where neuer yet with greefe of thee lamented,
Nor with my sighes thy crueltie relented.
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With which I was importunate alwaies
To wearied earth and skies:
Though thou dost see not onely nights and daies
Spilt and consum'd with many feares,
My greeuous sighes and sorrowfull teares.
In thy conditions strange thou art,
That dost not cease with stranger deathes to kill me:
But strangest is my sorrowfull hart,
That suffring paines wherewith thou dost so fill me,
And liuing in so strange and cruell passion,
It dies not in most strange and cruell fashion.
For if an ill a little time relents,
(Although it be the hardest to sustaine)
It openeth yet some vents
To ease, and doth not giue such mortall paine:
But greefe that hath no end nor stint,
In stones doe make their liuely print.
That dost not cease with stranger deathes to kill me:
But strangest is my sorrowfull hart,
That suffring paines wherewith thou dost so fill me,
And liuing in so strange and cruell passion,
It dies not in most strange and cruell fashion.
For if an ill a little time relents,
(Although it be the hardest to sustaine)
It openeth yet some vents
To ease, and doth not giue such mortall paine:
But greefe that hath no end nor stint,
In stones doe make their liuely print.
Loue is a daintie milde, and sweet,
A gentle power, a feeling fine and tender,
So that those harmes, and paines vnmeete,
Which I doe passe, thou onely dost engender:
Onely to him his torments loue deuiseth,
That scornes his lawes, his rites, and loue despiseth.
And this is now my mortall paine and death,
That, loue (since first thy beauties I did see)
Like to my proper breath,
Wherewith I liue, hath euer beene in mee:
In me it liues, in me it makes his print,
But not in thee, harder then any flint.
A gentle power, a feeling fine and tender,
So that those harmes, and paines vnmeete,
Which I doe passe, thou onely dost engender:
Onely to him his torments loue deuiseth,
That scornes his lawes, his rites, and loue despiseth.
And this is now my mortall paine and death,
That, loue (since first thy beauties I did see)
Like to my proper breath,
Wherewith I liue, hath euer beene in mee:
In me it liues, in me it makes his print,
But not in thee, harder then any flint.
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The Song.
[A faire maide wed to prying iealousie]
A faire maide wed to prying iealousie
One of the fairest as euer I did see,
If that thou wilt a secret louer take,
Sweete life, doe not my secret loue forsake.
One of the fairest as euer I did see,
If that thou wilt a secret louer take,
Sweete life, doe not my secret loue forsake.
The glosse.
Beware good Loue, beware it is not well
To let blinde Fortune haue a greater part
In women, that in Beautie doe excell,
More then thy selfe, since such an one thou art:
For Beautie being commended to thy power
To grace the same,
Thou dost thy selfe dishonour euery hower,
And art to blame,
By suffring, that this thing should euer be,
A faire maide wed to prying iealousie.
To let blinde Fortune haue a greater part
In women, that in Beautie doe excell,
More then thy selfe, since such an one thou art:
For Beautie being commended to thy power
To grace the same,
Thou dost thy selfe dishonour euery hower,
And art to blame,
By suffring, that this thing should euer be,
A faire maide wed to prying iealousie.
Thou dost but ill, since thou didst euer make
Beautie thy friend, who therefore had prepared
Sorrowes for him, (that viewed her) for thy sake,
Which otherwise she would haue kept and spared:
And so my firmnesse, and my faith so pure,
And all my paine,
A simple sight did not the same procure,
Nor did maintaine,
But sight of her, and it was onely shee
One of the fairest as euer I did see.
Beautie thy friend, who therefore had prepared
Sorrowes for him, (that viewed her) for thy sake,
Which otherwise she would haue kept and spared:
And so my firmnesse, and my faith so pure,
And all my paine,
A simple sight did not the same procure,
Nor did maintaine,
But sight of her, and it was onely shee
One of the fairest as euer I did see.
O Loue! thou kilst so many without end,
(For murdring is thy pastime and delight)
That once I hope thy selfe thou shalt offend,
For want they shall on whom to worke thy spight.
Oh then how seemely shalt thou seeme to grone,
And wounded see
Thyselfe with thine owne griefes, and then thine owne
Captiue to be.
For thou at last thy selfe shalt not forsake,
If that thou wilt a secret Louer take.
(For murdring is thy pastime and delight)
That once I hope thy selfe thou shalt offend,
For want they shall on whom to worke thy spight.
Oh then how seemely shalt thou seeme to grone,
And wounded see
Thyselfe with thine owne griefes, and then thine owne
Captiue to be.
For thou at last thy selfe shalt not forsake,
If that thou wilt a secret Louer take.
Then maist thou giue to Louers double smart,
And then I will forgiue thee all the care
And amorous paines, thou didst to me impart,
When that thy selfe (fond Loue) thou dost not spare:
And if I blame thy deedes or do reprooue thee,
Then shalt thou say,
(But to thy selfe) that reason yet did mooue thee
To make away
Thy selfe, and for thy selfe thy death to take,
Sweete life do not my secret loue forsake.
And then I will forgiue thee all the care
And amorous paines, thou didst to me impart,
When that thy selfe (fond Loue) thou dost not spare:
And if I blame thy deedes or do reprooue thee,
Then shalt thou say,
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To make away
Thy selfe, and for thy selfe thy death to take,
Sweete life do not my secret loue forsake.
A Sonnet.
[Hauing no cause, why in the deepest sound]
Hauing no cause, why in the deepest soundOf amorous seas my fraile barke dost thou swallow?
O Loue! I'le make thy crueltie to sound
Swifter from East to West then flying swallow.
Though gales of windes doe bluster in my sterne,
Yet from the gulfe my ship shall neuer part
Of thy braue might, so furious and so sterne,
Vntill my sighes doe helpe to blowe apart.
If being in a storme, my face I turne,
Then my desire is weakned by thy might:
Thy force controules my force, that striues in vaine:
I neuer shall arriue with happy turne
Into the port, and therefore, if I might,
I would let out my life in euery vaine.
A Sonnet.
[Step after step I followe death in sight]
Step
after step I followe death in sight
Through euery field, and hill and troden vale,
For euerie day my spirits he doth cite,
And warnes my selfe, to shrowde me in his vale.
O death, that once thou wouldst consume this light,
That still deducts my life in blisselesse bale:
Now that my hope hath past away so lgiht,
And ioies condemn'd to torments without bale.
Through euery field, and hill and troden vale,
For euerie day my spirits he doth cite,
And warnes my selfe, to shrowde me in his vale.
O death, that once thou wouldst consume this light,
That still deducts my life in blisselesse bale:
Now that my hope hath past away so lgiht,
And ioies condemn'd to torments without bale.
That Goddesse, whose continuall frownes I beare,
And loue, that all my ioies asunder teares,
And I my selfe, are foes vnto my hart:
She praying on me like a hungrie beare,
He chasing me like to the wounded Hart,
And I, that doe increase my bootelesse teares.
And loue, that all my ioies asunder teares,
And I my selfe, are foes vnto my hart:
She praying on me like a hungrie beare,
He chasing me like to the wounded Hart,
And I, that doe increase my bootelesse teares.
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The Song of Turia.
Water
(faire Springs, and purest running streames)
This fortunate and most abundant soile,
Comfort the meades and trees, and pleasant aire,
Defend the flowers from Titans burning spoile,
So with the fauour of the highest beames
I will maintaine my bankes so fresh and faire,
That these shall haue great enuie of my crowne,
The Father of flouds, Rosne, Myncius, and Garoune.
This fortunate and most abundant soile,
Comfort the meades and trees, and pleasant aire,
Defend the flowers from Titans burning spoile,
So with the fauour of the highest beames
I will maintaine my bankes so fresh and faire,
That these shall haue great enuie of my crowne,
The Father of flouds, Rosne, Myncius, and Garoune.
Whiles that you goe thus hastening of your course,
Winding your streames by many a crooked way,
And ioy Valencia fieldes that sweetely smell
With sauourie liquours in the hottest day:
My weake and feeble breath I will enforce
With my diuining spirit to foretell,
And sing of those good haps, that shall befall
By fauour of the heauens vnto you all.
Winding your streames by many a crooked way,
And ioy Valencia fieldes that sweetely smell
With sauourie liquours in the hottest day:
My weake and feeble breath I will enforce
With my diuining spirit to foretell,
And sing of those good haps, that shall befall
By fauour of the heauens vnto you all.
Shepherds, and Nymphes, within these louely dales
Whose names resound vnto th' Arcadian fieldes,
Giue eare to me: But of the painted flowers,
Nor pleasure, that the springs and medowes yeeldes,
Nor woods, nor shades, nor warbling nightingales,
I will not sing, nor of the countrie powers:
But of those famous men and worthy peeres,
That shall be heere not after many yeeres.
Whose names resound vnto th' Arcadian fieldes,
Giue eare to me: But of the painted flowers,
Nor pleasure, that the springs and medowes yeeldes,
Nor woods, nor shades, nor warbling nightingales,
I will not sing, nor of the countrie powers:
But of those famous men and worthy peeres,
That shall be heere not after many yeeres.
And now I see two Shepherds first in place,
Calixtus, and Alexander, whose fames
Surmounting the great Cesars chiefe renowne,
From Atlas vnto Maurus sounds their names:
Whose liues the heauens adorning with their grace,
Shall make them both to weare a reuerend crowne:
And saue from losse with their industrious heede,
As many flockes as in the world doe feede.
Calixtus, and Alexander, whose fames
Surmounting the great Cesars chiefe renowne,
From Atlas vnto Maurus sounds their names:
Whose liues the heauens adorning with their grace,
Shall make them both to weare a reuerend crowne:
And saue from losse with their industrious heede,
As many flockes as in the world doe feede.
Of whose illustrous stocke I see arise
That man, whose hart base feare cannot rebuke,
Well knowne for armes, and many martiall feates,
The Roman Cesar, and Valencian Duke:
A minde that mounts aboue the hautie skies,
Whom yet a cruell fate with murder threates,
That that rare strength, braue hart, and noble breath
Must haue an end by rawe and bloodie death.
That man, whose hart base feare cannot rebuke,
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The Roman Cesar, and Valencian Duke:
A minde that mounts aboue the hautie skies,
Whom yet a cruell fate with murder threates,
That that rare strength, braue hart, and noble breath
Must haue an end by rawe and bloodie death.
The same likewise must in a moment end
The glory of Don Hugo de Moncades,
With valour, good successe and happy praise,
Leauing the Moores subdued by Spanish blades:
For Charles his blood most willing he shall spend,
After the winning of a thousand daies,
And fight he shall with strong and conquering hand
Against the French and barbarous Affrican.
The glory of Don Hugo de Moncades,
With valour, good successe and happy praise,
Leauing the Moores subdued by Spanish blades:
For Charles his blood most willing he shall spend,
After the winning of a thousand daies,
And fight he shall with strong and conquering hand
Against the French and barbarous Affrican.
But ill it doth be fit to talke of those,
Whom furious Mars doth kindle with his heate,
When learned lampes doe grauely come in place:
For heere they shall arise, and shine in great
And glorious blaze, as far as Europe goes:
The darkest corners shall their lights imbrace.
Viues shall liue as long as Daphnes louer
Aboue the world with golden wings doth houer.
Whom furious Mars doth kindle with his heate,
When learned lampes doe grauely come in place:
For heere they shall arise, and shine in great
And glorious blaze, as far as Europe goes:
The darkest corners shall their lights imbrace.
Viues shall liue as long as Daphnes louer
Aboue the world with golden wings doth houer.
Whose highest skill and learning shall inherit
Iohn Honorate, and clime to honours hill,
Teaching the mightie Emp'rour of our land:
The Muses with great woonder he shall fill,
Whom now (me thinkes) I see with greatest merit
Bearing a Bishops Crosier in his hand:
O that such famous Shepherds, all my sheepe
And lambes might feede, and plaines and pastures keepe.
Iohn Honorate, and clime to honours hill,
Teaching the mightie Emp'rour of our land:
The Muses with great woonder he shall fill,
Whom now (me thinkes) I see with greatest merit
Bearing a Bishops Crosier in his hand:
O that such famous Shepherds, all my sheepe
And lambes might feede, and plaines and pastures keepe.
About that time Nunnez with praise shall flourish,
Who for deepe learning in his tender yeeres,
Shall be compar'd vnto the Stagarite:
Demosthenes giues place where he appeeres
And doth declame, whose eloquence doth nourish
His owne and strangers: But O vile despite,
And most ingratefull place, whom thou shalt make
For Ebrus banks, thy countrie to forsake.
Who for deepe learning in his tender yeeres,
Shall be compar'd vnto the Stagarite:
Demosthenes giues place where he appeeres
And doth declame, whose eloquence doth nourish
His owne and strangers: But O vile despite,
And most ingratefull place, whom thou shalt make
For Ebrus banks, thy countrie to forsake.
But who shall tell you of that musicall,
Which many a Poet straining foorth his voice
Along my bankes so sweetely shall resound?
Heere doe I see how all of them reioice,
With fauours that Apollo giues them all,
For, singing with a spirit most profound,
They shall enlarge this happy countries name,
From Pole to Pole with endlesse golden fame.
Which many a Poet straining foorth his voice
Along my bankes so sweetely shall resound?
Heere doe I see how all of them reioice,
With fauours that Apollo giues them all,
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They shall enlarge this happy countries name,
From Pole to Pole with endlesse golden fame.
And now I see that man, whose name shall bee
Bruted with liuing praise in euery part:
Whom I may well for golden verse compare
To Phebe, to Mars in armes and martiall art,
Ansias March, who (flowring meade) of thee,
Loue, vertue, and death, shall sing with verse most rare
Taking for honorable and his iust emprese
To celebrate the vertues of Terese.
Bruted with liuing praise in euery part:
Whom I may well for golden verse compare
To Phebe, to Mars in armes and martiall art,
Ansias March, who (flowring meade) of thee,
Loue, vertue, and death, shall sing with verse most rare
Taking for honorable and his iust emprese
To celebrate the vertues of Terese.
Well shall he shew himselfe to be the sonne
Of Peter March, who both in peace, and war,
Learned in verse, in armes most mighty heere,
Shall make his countrie famous very far:
Whose noble linage (when that they are done)
Wherein renowned valour doth appeere,
Shall giue a Iayme, and Arnau in those daies
Poets, whom heauen shall fauour many waies.
Of Peter March, who both in peace, and war,
Learned in verse, in armes most mighty heere,
Shall make his countrie famous very far:
Whose noble linage (when that they are done)
Wherein renowned valour doth appeere,
Shall giue a Iayme, and Arnau in those daies
Poets, whom heauen shall fauour many waies.
Giorgio del Rey with verse most high and stately
My banks shall honour, and with garlands crown'd
By all my fairest Nymphes, that shall imbrace him,
His name with double ecchoes shall resound:
The gentle Planets fauouring but lately
His fellow Poets, in such sort shall grace him,
That Italie shall woonder at his verse,
And die for spite his sweete songs to reherse.
My banks shall honour, and with garlands crown'd
By all my fairest Nymphes, that shall imbrace him,
His name with double ecchoes shall resound:
The gentle Planets fauouring but lately
His fellow Poets, in such sort shall grace him,
That Italie shall woonder at his verse,
And die for spite his sweete songs to reherse.
Now Fraunces Oliuer, that with thy voice
Lifting thee vp vnto the Azur'd heauen,
Dost wound the same: And thee renown'd Figueres
Whose verse shall be most pleasant, fine and euen,
And thee Martin Garcy, that maist reioice,
That (mauger death) thy fame time neuer weares:
And Innocent of Cubels I doe see,
Who well deserues a crowne of Laurell tree.
Lifting thee vp vnto the Azur'd heauen,
Dost wound the same: And thee renown'd Figueres
Whose verse shall be most pleasant, fine and euen,
And thee Martin Garcy, that maist reioice,
That (mauger death) thy fame time neuer weares:
And Innocent of Cubels I doe see,
Who well deserues a crowne of Laurell tree.
Shepherdes, you shall haue heere a man of woorth,
That with the vertue of his secret skill,
And herbes, shall helpe your languors and your smartes,
And mend your liues with verses at his will:
Then Nymphes strow flowers and sweetest herbes powre foorth
Vnto great Iayme Royg with thankfull hartes,
Crowne him with Bay with Parsley, and with Tyme,
For famous skill in phisicke, and in ryme.
That with the vertue of his secret skill,
And herbes, shall helpe your languors and your smartes,
And mend your liues with verses at his will:
Then Nymphes strow flowers and sweetest herbes powre foorth
Vnto great Iayme Royg with thankfull hartes,
Crowne him with Bay with Parsley, and with Tyme,
For famous skill in phisicke, and in ryme.
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And great Narcis Vinnols, that to the skie
With loftie verse did blaze his woorthy praise,
Make him a crowne of Laurell faire and greene,
Whose fame shall not (though all the world decaies)
Another for a personage most high,
Whose verse shall reach as high as may be seene:
He shall be matcht with him that loued Laura,
His name, the famous Crespi Valladaura.
With loftie verse did blaze his woorthy praise,
Make him a crowne of Laurell faire and greene,
Whose fame shall not (though all the world decaies)
Another for a personage most high,
Whose verse shall reach as high as may be seene:
He shall be matcht with him that loued Laura,
His name, the famous Crespi Valladaura.
Me thinkes I see an Earle most excellent,
The noble Lord surnamed of his Oliue,
Which, while the world shall last: amongst his owne
And strangers, it shall flourish and suruiue:
His comely verse shall shine most orient
With perfect light, which he deriues alone
From heate that from his Centelles doe arise
Shining as bright as stars in cleerest skies.
The noble Lord surnamed of his Oliue,
Which, while the world shall last: amongst his owne
And strangers, it shall flourish and suruiue:
His comely verse shall shine most orient
With perfect light, which he deriues alone
From heate that from his Centelles doe arise
Shining as bright as stars in cleerest skies.
And Nymphes, when that the heauens shall ioy you all
With Iohn Fernandz, as now but with supposes,
There shall no place be voide in all this land,
Where sowe ye may not Lillies and fine Roses:
And thou (light fame) stretch out thy flight, and call
Thy mighty powers, and vse them heere at hand:
And giue him that surname most souerayn
Thou gauest vnto the famous Mantuan.
With Iohn Fernandz, as now but with supposes,
There shall no place be voide in all this land,
Where sowe ye may not Lillies and fine Roses:
And thou (light fame) stretch out thy flight, and call
Thy mighty powers, and vse them heere at hand:
And giue him that surname most souerayn
Thou gauest vnto the famous Mantuan.
And now I doe behold that Poet rare,
Iayme Gacull, who in Valencian ryme
Did shew his pregnant and his liuely wit,
Which mounted to the highest cloudes in time:
And Fenollar, whom I well to compare
To Tityrus my thoughts cannot omit:
For sounding heere his sweetest verse along
These banks, the world shall heare his solemne song.
Iayme Gacull, who in Valencian ryme
Did shew his pregnant and his liuely wit,
Which mounted to the highest cloudes in time:
And Fenollar, whom I well to compare
To Tityrus my thoughts cannot omit:
For sounding heere his sweetest verse along
These banks, the world shall heare his solemne song.
Pinedas songs so copious and so fine,
Shall also make my sweete banks to resound,
By whose braue verse Pan conquer'd needes must be,
Tygres made gentle: and they shall rebound
His famous name, which neuer shall decline,
Vnto the highest spheares in dignitie.
I hope by him more honour to obtaine,
Then proudest Smyrna did by Homer gaine.
Shall also make my sweete banks to resound,
By whose braue verse Pan conquer'd needes must be,
Tygres made gentle: and they shall rebound
His famous name, which neuer shall decline,
Vnto the highest spheares in dignitie.
I hope by him more honour to obtaine,
Then proudest Smyrna did by Homer gaine.
Behold the stated, milde, and sweetest grace,
Wherewith Vincent Ferrand, a man most graue,
Shall shew his highest iudgement, and his skill:
Being in his time a Poet rare and braue.
His verse shall hold king Aeolus in his place,
And stay nay streames from running at their will,
Hearing the sweetest sound and harmonie,
Of all his verses gracious, graue, and hie.
Wherewith Vincent Ferrand, a man most graue,
Shall shew his highest iudgement, and his skill:
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His verse shall hold king Aeolus in his place,
And stay nay streames from running at their will,
Hearing the sweetest sound and harmonie,
Of all his verses gracious, graue, and hie.
The heauens will not, nor reason will consent,
That I should speake with humble stile and plaine
Of that choise squadron, and without compare,
Aboue mans reach an office to obtaine:
Ferran, Sans, Valdellos, and excellent
Cordero, and Blasqo a wit most rare,
Gacet, more shining lights then faire Aurore,
Of whom my spirits now shall sing no more.
That I should speake with humble stile and plaine
Of that choise squadron, and without compare,
Aboue mans reach an office to obtaine:
Ferran, Sans, Valdellos, and excellent
Cordero, and Blasqo a wit most rare,
Gacet, more shining lights then faire Aurore,
Of whom my spirits now shall sing no more.
When of so great a Master I doe thinke,
As excellent Borja of Montese,
Who shewes his valour, as his wits diuine,
As well in verse as any high emprese:
Me thinkes, my fieldes, my riuers, and their brinks
Shall with more hap and greater glorie shine,
Then Tybur hath, though he within her wombe
Was borne, that built the stately towne of Rome.
As excellent Borja of Montese,
Who shewes his valour, as his wits diuine,
As well in verse as any high emprese:
Me thinkes, my fieldes, my riuers, and their brinks
Shall with more hap and greater glorie shine,
Then Tybur hath, though he within her wombe
Was borne, that built the stately towne of Rome.
And thee who of same father, place, and name,
And of the selfe same highest linage bred,
Most excellent Don Ioan, whose surname shall
In Pindus, and Parnase be honoured.
For euerie one to reare his verse shall frame
With pen aboue the globe celestiall.
The Muses that doe dwell in Helicone,
Make for thee there a crowne and stately throne.
And of the selfe same highest linage bred,
Most excellent Don Ioan, whose surname shall
In Pindus, and Parnase be honoured.
For euerie one to reare his verse shall frame
With pen aboue the globe celestiall.
The Muses that doe dwell in Helicone,
Make for thee there a crowne and stately throne.
The Romane people with their heroes
Was not so proud, when they did all despise,
As my most fertill soile, and I shall be
When that great Aguilon shall once arise,
Whom both in war, in counsell, and in peace,
In verse, and valour, his dexteritie
Shall to the highest top of honour reare,
Where Marius yet, and Fabius neuer were.
Was not so proud, when they did all despise,
As my most fertill soile, and I shall be
When that great Aguilon shall once arise,
Whom both in war, in counsell, and in peace,
In verse, and valour, his dexteritie
Shall to the highest top of honour reare,
Where Marius yet, and Fabius neuer were.
Now Seraphin Centellas I doe see,
Who lifting vp his high and loftie song,
And militarie art vnto the skie,
Builds for his verse a fort most sure and strong.
And shewes himselfe so braue a man to be
In courage, skill, and true nobilitie,
That now begins my sweete content of hart,
To see his valour, and his great desart.
Who lifting vp his high and loftie song,
And militarie art vnto the skie,
Builds for his verse a fort most sure and strong.
And shewes himselfe so braue a man to be
In courage, skill, and true nobilitie,
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To see his valour, and his great desart.
But now I feare me that I cannot praise
Don Luys Milan, euen as I doe desire,
Who shall in musicke to such skill attaine,
That to Orpheus wreathe he shall aspire:
His vaine shall be so stately in his daies
In heroicke verse, that I beleeue in vaine
That they will name before this Adamant
Cyno Pystoya, and Guido Caualcante.
Don Luys Milan, euen as I doe desire,
Who shall in musicke to such skill attaine,
That to Orpheus wreathe he shall aspire:
His vaine shall be so stately in his daies
In heroicke verse, that I beleeue in vaine
That they will name before this Adamant
Cyno Pystoya, and Guido Caualcante.
Thou that shalt get so great apart, and taste
Of Pegasus fount, that mighty deaw and sweete,
And whom the dwellers of Parnassus hill
Shall with a standard of braue poesie greete:
(Noble Falcon) heere words I will not waste
In praising thee, for fame shall that fulfill:
And shall be carefull that thy learned name
In all the world with praise she will proclame,
Of Pegasus fount, that mighty deaw and sweete,
And whom the dwellers of Parnassus hill
Shall with a standard of braue poesie greete:
(Noble Falcon) heere words I will not waste
In praising thee, for fame shall that fulfill:
And shall be carefull that thy learned name
In all the world with praise she will proclame,
Praising alwaies the famous Emperour
Charles the great King, Fame makes the world to knowe him;
And though aboue the stars she doth commend him,
Little it is to that that she doth owe him,
You shall behold him to excell so fur,
With fauour that the Muses all will lend him,
His surname shall the worlde so much delight,
That Hesiodes name shall be forgotten quite.
Charles the great King, Fame makes the world to knowe him;
And though aboue the stars she doth commend him,
Little it is to that that she doth owe him,
You shall behold him to excell so fur,
With fauour that the Muses all will lend him,
His surname shall the worlde so much delight,
That Hesiodes name shall be forgotten quite.
He that declares the stately Romane lawes,
He that a fine and daintie verse compoundes,
He that the wise Lycurgus doth excell,
And all the Poets of Verona groundes,
Comes next in place, whose golden chariot drawes
Fame with her trumpe, his praises to foretell:
And this is Oliuer, whose memorie
Controules the old and newest historie.
He that a fine and daintie verse compoundes,
He that the wise Lycurgus doth excell,
And all the Poets of Verona groundes,
Comes next in place, whose golden chariot drawes
Fame with her trumpe, his praises to foretell:
And this is Oliuer, whose memorie
Controules the old and newest historie.
Knowing faire Nymphes, your good daies to begin
Make thousand outward signes of inward ioy,
For now (me thinkes) I doe behold euen then
Two famous men who shall their mindes imploy,
The one to war, the other still to win
Saluation for the soules of sinfull men.
Ciurana and Ardenol, who shall raise
Their highest verse to heauen with endlesse praise.
Make thousand outward signes of inward ioy,
For now (me thinkes) I doe behold euen then
Two famous men who shall their mindes imploy,
The one to war, the other still to win
Saluation for the soules of sinfull men.
Ciurana and Ardenol, who shall raise
Their highest verse to heauen with endlesse praise.
What? Will you see a iudgement sharpe and sure,
A generall skill, a graue and setled minde,
A liuely spirit, and a quicke conceate,
A sweete consort, poeticall and fine,
That sauage beastes to mildnesse doth enure?
Of Philip Catalan behold the great
Wisedome and wit, who therefore hath no meane
A portion in the fountaine Hyppocrene.
A generall skill, a graue and setled minde,
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A sweete consort, poeticall and fine,
That sauage beastes to mildnesse doth enure?
Of Philip Catalan behold the great
Wisedome and wit, who therefore hath no meane
A portion in the fountaine Hyppocrene.
Heere shall you see a high and loftie wit,
Who shall bring honour to our pleasant fieldes,
Endowed with a braue and noble spright,
Cunning in all things that good letters yeeldes,
The learned Pellicer, whose braine shall fit
For poemes, making them his chiefe delight:
In which his skill and methode shall be great,
His iudgement deepe, a sweete and quicke conceate.
Who shall bring honour to our pleasant fieldes,
Endowed with a braue and noble spright,
Cunning in all things that good letters yeeldes,
The learned Pellicer, whose braine shall fit
For poemes, making them his chiefe delight:
In which his skill and methode shall be great,
His iudgement deepe, a sweete and quicke conceate.
Behold the man whose noble brest containes
Knowledge most rare, and learning generall,
Orpheus seemes with him to be combinde,
Apollos fauours on his head doe fall:
Minerua giues him wit in plentious vaines,
And Mars a noble hart and valiant minde:
I meane Romani, comming now addressed
With all the best, that learning hath professed.
Knowledge most rare, and learning generall,
Orpheus seemes with him to be combinde,
Apollos fauours on his head doe fall:
Minerua giues him wit in plentious vaines,
And Mars a noble hart and valiant minde:
I meane Romani, comming now addressed
With all the best, that learning hath professed.
Two sunnes within my bankes shall now arise,
Shining as bright as Titan in his sphere,
And many spring tides in one yeere shall bee,
Decking my bankes and meadowes euery where:
The hurtfall snowe, nor hard vntempered ice
Shall hide my plaines, nor couer any tree
When ecchoes in my woods or greenes reherse
Vadillos and Pinedas sweetest verse.
Shining as bright as Titan in his sphere,
And many spring tides in one yeere shall bee,
Decking my bankes and meadowes euery where:
The hurtfall snowe, nor hard vntempered ice
Shall hide my plaines, nor couer any tree
When ecchoes in my woods or greenes reherse
Vadillos and Pinedas sweetest verse.
The meetres of Artiede, and Clement, so
Famous shall be in their yoong tender yeeres,
That any thinking to excell the same,
But base to them and humble shall appeere:
And both amongst the wisest sort shall showe
Quicke and reposed wits with endlesse name.
And after giue vs from their tender flowers
Fruits of more woorth amongst more learned powers.
Famous shall be in their yoong tender yeeres,
That any thinking to excell the same,
But base to them and humble shall appeere:
And both amongst the wisest sort shall showe
Quicke and reposed wits with endlesse name.
And after giue vs from their tender flowers
Fruits of more woorth amongst more learned powers.
The fount, that makes Parnassus of such prize,
Shall be Iohn Perez of such woorthy fame,
That from swift Tana vnto Ganges source,
He shall dilate his admirable name:
To stay the hastie windes he shall suffice,
And riuers running with most swiftest course,
Filling them all with woonder, that shall throng
To heare his verse, and graue and solemne song.
Shall be Iohn Perez of such woorthy fame,
That from swift Tana vnto Ganges source,
He shall dilate his admirable name:
To stay the hastie windes he shall suffice,
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Filling them all with woonder, that shall throng
To heare his verse, and graue and solemne song.
The man to whom a woorthy name is due
Of right, for his abilitie and skill,
Whom all my sacred Nymphes in time shall knowe,
And all my Shepherdes shall with praises fill
For verse most high: amongst the learned crew
His honour and his praise shall daily growe:
Almudeuar it is, whose shining wing
Vnto the stars his golden praise must bring.
Of right, for his abilitie and skill,
Whom all my sacred Nymphes in time shall knowe,
And all my Shepherdes shall with praises fill
For verse most high: amongst the learned crew
His honour and his praise shall daily growe:
Almudeuar it is, whose shining wing
Vnto the stars his golden praise must bring.
In vulgar toong the famous Espinose
Shall make the historie of Naples cleere,
After he hath reuiu'd the memorie
Of the Centellas highly linag'd heere
With such a loftie style: That fame bestowes
His praise abroad, the which shall neuer die:
And make this Poet, second vnto none,
To be renown'd in worlds but lately knowne.
Shall make the historie of Naples cleere,
After he hath reuiu'd the memorie
Of the Centellas highly linag'd heere
With such a loftie style: That fame bestowes
His praise abroad, the which shall neuer die:
And make this Poet, second vnto none,
To be renown'd in worlds but lately knowne.
But now I feele a certaine ioy of minde,
That makes mine aged hart to leape apace,
But onely thinking of that great content,
That Bonauida brings into this place:
In grauest learning he shall leaue behinde
The rest, whose glorie he shall still preuent:
His fine and pithie verse, with Laurell drest,
In euery age shall sound from east to west.
That makes mine aged hart to leape apace,
But onely thinking of that great content,
That Bonauida brings into this place:
In grauest learning he shall leaue behinde
The rest, whose glorie he shall still preuent:
His fine and pithie verse, with Laurell drest,
In euery age shall sound from east to west.
Now Don Alonso comes in place, who shall
The Rebolledos surname much increase
In all the world, to raise his woorthy name
Aboue great Maro he shall neuer cease,
And seeme to haue no humane wit at all
But singing with most loftie verse: the same,
His fine conceit, his art and vaine so high,
It seemes he shall haue robbed from the skie.
The Rebolledos surname much increase
In all the world, to raise his woorthy name
Aboue great Maro he shall neuer cease,
And seeme to haue no humane wit at all
But singing with most loftie verse: the same,
His fine conceit, his art and vaine so high,
It seemes he shall haue robbed from the skie.
For end of this most sweete and pleasant song
And last conclusion of this generall skill,
I giue you him, by whom dame Nature shall
The Circle of the world with woonder fill:
My simple praises should but doe him wrong
And all his vertues most heroicall,
His valour, wit, nobilitie which graceth
His bountie, faith and zeale which he imbraceth.
And last conclusion of this generall skill,
I giue you him, by whom dame Nature shall
The Circle of the world with woonder fill:
My simple praises should but doe him wrong
And all his vertues most heroicall,
His valour, wit, nobilitie which graceth
His bountie, faith and zeale which he imbraceth.
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This is Aldana monarch of such might,
That iointly souldiours and braue verses makes:
That (with great reason) the most famous men
As far as Phebus with his light awakes
Doe doubte if he be Petrarke Tuscans light,
Or Petrarke he: But yet admiring then,
To see that where fierce Mars doth shew his face,
Apollo milde should haue so great a place.
That iointly souldiours and braue verses makes:
That (with great reason) the most famous men
As far as Phebus with his light awakes
Doe doubte if he be Petrarke Tuscans light,
Or Petrarke he: But yet admiring then,
To see that where fierce Mars doth shew his face,
Apollo milde should haue so great a place.
After this captaine there is none whom I
With my poore verse may honour and commend,
For next vnto the golden sunne that star
That brightest shines in darknes must depend:
And yet besides the short time doth deme,
To praise each one for poesie and war:
Farewell, farewell, for vnto you the rest
Heereafter I will sing with cleerer brest.
With my poore verse may honour and commend,
For next vnto the golden sunne that star
That brightest shines in darknes must depend:
And yet besides the short time doth deme,
To praise each one for poesie and war:
Farewell, farewell, for vnto you the rest
Heereafter I will sing with cleerer brest.
The end of the third Booke.
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