Pancharis The first Booke. Containing The Preparation of the Loue betweene Ovven Tvdyr, and the Qveene, Long since intended to her Maiden Maiestie: And now dedicated to The Invincible Iames, Second and greater Monarch of great Britaine, King of England Scotland, France, and Ireland, with the Islands adiacent [by Hugh Holland] |
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Ben: Iohnson.
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Ben: Iohnson.
Ode. αλληγορικη.
Who saith our Times nor haue, nor can
Produce vs a blacke Swan?
Behold, where one doth swim;
Whose Note, and Hue,
Besides the other Swannes admiring him,
Betray it true:
A gentler Bird, then this,
Did neuer dint the breast of Tamisis.
Produce vs a blacke Swan?
Behold, where one doth swim;
Whose Note, and Hue,
Besides the other Swannes admiring him,
Betray it true:
A gentler Bird, then this,
Did neuer dint the breast of Tamisis.
Marke, marke, but when his wing he takes,
How faire a flight he makes!
How vpward, and direct!
Whil'st pleas'd Apollo
Smiles in his Sphære, to see the rest affect,
In vaine to follow:
This Swanne is onely his,
And Phœbus loue cause of his blackenesse is.
How faire a flight he makes!
How vpward, and direct!
Whil'st pleas'd Apollo
Smiles in his Sphære, to see the rest affect,
In vaine to follow:
This Swanne is onely his,
And Phœbus loue cause of his blackenesse is.
He shew'd him first the hoofe-cleft Spring,
Neere which, the Thespiad's sing;
The cleare Dircæan Fount
Where Pindar swamme;
The pale Pyrene, and the forked Mount:
And, when they came
To brookes, and broader streames,
From Zephyr's rape would close him with his beames.
Neere which, the Thespiad's sing;
The cleare Dircæan Fount
Where Pindar swamme;
The pale Pyrene, and the forked Mount:
And, when they came
To brookes, and broader streames,
From Zephyr's rape would close him with his beames.
This chang'd his Downe; till this, as white
As the whole heard in sight,
And still is in the Brest:
That part nor Winde,
Nor Sunne could make to vary from the rest,
Or alter kinde.
“So much doth Virtue hate,
“For stile of rarenesse, to degenerate.
As the whole heard in sight,
And still is in the Brest:
That part nor Winde,
Nor Sunne could make to vary from the rest,
Or alter kinde.
“So much doth Virtue hate,
“For stile of rarenesse, to degenerate.
Be then both Rare, and Good; and long
Continue thy sweete Song.
Nor let one Riuer boast
Thy tunes alone;
But proue the Aire, and saile from Coast to Coast:
Salute old Mône,
But first to Cluid stoope low,
The Vale, that bred thee pure, as her Hills Snow.
Continue thy sweete Song.
Nor let one Riuer boast
Thy tunes alone;
But proue the Aire, and saile from Coast to Coast:
Salute old Mône,
The Vale, that bred thee pure, as her Hills Snow.
From thence, display thy wing againe
Ouer Iërna maine,
To the Eugenian dale;
There charme the rout
With thy soft notes, and hold them within Pale
That late were out.
“Musicke hath power to draw,
“Where neither Force can bend, nor Feare can awe.
Ouer Iërna maine,
To the Eugenian dale;
There charme the rout
With thy soft notes, and hold them within Pale
That late were out.
“Musicke hath power to draw,
“Where neither Force can bend, nor Feare can awe.
Be proofe, the glory of his hand,
(Charles Montioy) whose command
Hath all beene Harmony:
And more hath wonne
Vpon the Kerne, and wildest Irishry,
Then Time hath donne,
Whose strength is aboue strength;
And conquers all things, yea it selfe, at length.
(Charles Montioy) whose command
Hath all beene Harmony:
And more hath wonne
Vpon the Kerne, and wildest Irishry,
Then Time hath donne,
Whose strength is aboue strength;
And conquers all things, yea it selfe, at length.
Who euer sipt at Baphyre riuer,
That heard but Spight deliuer
His farre-admired Acts,
And is not rap't
With entheate rage, to publish their bright tracts?
(But this more apt
When him alone we sing)
Now must we plie our ayme; our Swan's on wing.
That heard but Spight deliuer
His farre-admired Acts,
With entheate rage, to publish their bright tracts?
(But this more apt
When him alone we sing)
Now must we plie our ayme; our Swan's on wing.
Who (see) already hath ore-flowne
The Hebrid Isles, and knowne
The scatter'd Orcades;
From thence is gon
To vtmost Thule: whence, he backes the Seas
To Caledon,
And ouer Grampius mountaine,
To Loumond lake, and Twedes blacke-springing fountaine.
The Hebrid Isles, and knowne
The scatter'd Orcades;
From thence is gon
To vtmost Thule: whence, he backes the Seas
To Caledon,
And ouer Grampius mountaine,
To Loumond lake, and Twedes blacke-springing fountaine.
Haste, Haste, sweete Singer: Nor to Tine,
Humber, or Owse, decline;
But ouer Land to Trent:
There coole thy Plumes,
And vp againe, in skies, and aire to vent
Their reeking fumes;
Till thou at Tames alight,
From whose prowde bosome, thou began'st thy flight.
Humber, or Owse, decline;
But ouer Land to Trent:
There coole thy Plumes,
And vp againe, in skies, and aire to vent
Their reeking fumes;
Till thou at Tames alight,
From whose prowde bosome, thou began'st thy flight.
Tames, prowde of thee, and of his Fate
In entertaining late
The choise of Europes pride;
The nimble French;
The Dutch whom Wealth (not Hatred) doth diuide,
The Danes that drench
Their cares in wine; with sure
Though slower Spaine; and Italy mature.
In entertaining late
The choise of Europes pride;
The nimble French;
The Dutch whom Wealth (not Hatred) doth diuide,
The Danes that drench
Their cares in wine; with sure
Though slower Spaine; and Italy mature.
All which, when they but heare a straine
Of thine, shall thinke the Maine
Hath sent her Mermaides in,
To hold them here:
Yet, looking in thy face, they shall begin
To loose that feare;
And (in the place) enuie
So blacke a Bird, so bright a Qualitie.
Of thine, shall thinke the Maine
Hath sent her Mermaides in,
To hold them here:
Yet, looking in thy face, they shall begin
To loose that feare;
And (in the place) enuie
So blacke a Bird, so bright a Qualitie.
But should they know (as I) that this,
Who warbleth Pancharis,
Were Cycnvs, once high flying
With Cupids wing;
Though, now by Loue transform'd, & dayly dying:
(Which makes him sing
With more delight, and grace)
Or thought they, Leda's white Adult'rers place
Who warbleth Pancharis,
Were Cycnvs, once high flying
With Cupids wing;
(Which makes him sing
With more delight, and grace)
Or thought they, Leda's white Adult'rers place
Among the starres should be resign'd
To him, and he there shrin'd;
Or Tames be rap't from vs
To dimme and drowne
In heau'n the Signe of old Eridamos:
How they would frowne!
But these are Mysteries
Conceal'd from all but cleare Propheticke eyes.
To him, and he there shrin'd;
Or Tames be rap't from vs
To dimme and drowne
In heau'n the Signe of old Eridamos:
How they would frowne!
But these are Mysteries
Conceal'd from all but cleare Propheticke eyes.
It is inough, their griefe shall know
At their returne, nor Po,
Iberus, Tagus, Rheine,
Scheldt, nor the Maas,
Slow Arar, nor swift Rhone; the Loyre, nor Seine,
With all the race
Of Europes waters can
Set out a like, or second to our Swan.
At their returne, nor Po,
Iberus, Tagus, Rheine,
Scheldt, nor the Maas,
Slow Arar, nor swift Rhone; the Loyre, nor Seine,
With all the race
Of Europes waters can
Set out a like, or second to our Swan.
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