Philomythie or Philomythologie wherein Outlandish Birds, Beasts, and Fishes, are taught to speake true English plainely. By Tho: Scot ... The second edition much inlarged |
 |
 |
|
|
|
| ANTIDOTVM Cecillianvm. |
|
 | Philomythie or Philomythologie |  |
ANTIDOTVM Cecillianvm.
DEDICATED To the Common-wealth.
Desert hath no true follower after deathBut Enuy; others flatter with their breath.
Jn vaine I sought particular Patrons; they
When life left greatnesse, ran with life away.
Blood, kindred, friends, forsooke him: so't was fit,
We might haue doubted else his worth and wit.
Their compasse was too narrow to yield shade
To him that both their rootes and fortunes made:
But gentle England, since he quiet gaue
To thee by his cares, giue his corps a graue.
And since his wisdome did renowne thy name,
Be thou a Sanctuary to his fame.
And since he gaue for thee his life and health,
Giue him protection, thankefull Common-wealth.
TO THE HONOVR of the illustrious Familie of the Cecills, deseruing of this Commmon-wealth, all the Romane wreaths of triumph: The memorable Pyramids of Egypt: And all other Trophes of Eternitie.
As by one mouer, motion, doth commence,Euen from the Center, to circumference:
So from one good Man, many may arise,
Like-good, like-apt, like-faithfull, and like-wise,
This now is verified; The Cecills are
Statesmen in time of peace, Souldiers in warre.
Epicedium.
What needs, thy Monument be rais'd?What needs, the Muses sing thy worth?
What needs, thy memory be prais'd?
Or what needs Art, thy fame set forth?
Let Art, time, gold, the Muse, and Men,
Guild falshood, folly, ignorance:
Let them conspire gainst thee; and then,
The more they shall thy worth aduance.
They worke, write, raile, or praise to please,
“But Truth giues vertue, life, not these.
THESAVRVS INTVS.
Darius on a Graue-stone foundThis Epitaph: Who digs this ground
Shall treasure finde. The greedy King
Dig'd there, but found another thing.
Within was written; Had'st not been
A beastly-minded man, I ween
The harmelesse bones of the deceast
Had in their quiet tombes tane rest.
Who rips the coffins of the dead,
Finds fame and honour thence are fled
With life, the Subiect of their Ire;
Stench onely stayes to pay their hire.
“Worth hath his Epicedium sung
“By enuies shrill and slandrous tongue.
[When this rich soule of thine (now sainted) kept]
When this rich soule of thine (now sainted) kept
Her State on earth, my humble Muse nere stept
Out of that sweete content wherein shee dwelt,
To sing thy worth, th'effects whereof we felt.
But now since death hath freedome giuen to thee,
To see thy scorne made others flatterie,
And that each mouse on the dead Lyon leaps,
And euery riming pen, forg'd matter heaps
On thy bright frame, casting their owne base durt
Vpon thy honour'd hearse, (minding more hurt
To thee then Death or Hell can doe) I may
And must be bold (or sinne) this truth to say.
Her State on earth, my humble Muse nere stept
To sing thy worth, th'effects whereof we felt.
But now since death hath freedome giuen to thee,
To see thy scorne made others flatterie,
And that each mouse on the dead Lyon leaps,
And euery riming pen, forg'd matter heaps
On thy bright frame, casting their owne base durt
Vpon thy honour'd hearse, (minding more hurt
To thee then Death or Hell can doe) I may
And must be bold (or sinne) this truth to say.
Each euidence thy foes bring, speakes thy praise:
For what can more thy fame and glory raise,
Then to be rail'd on by the worst of men,
Such as like out-lawes liue, not in the ken
Of Iustice, or communitie? Base slaues
Whose crimes & sins make their own nest their graus.
For what can more thy fame and glory raise,
Then to be rail'd on by the worst of men,
Such as like out-lawes liue, not in the ken
Of Iustice, or communitie? Base slaues
Whose crimes & sins make their own nest their graus.
T'was meet thy vertues eminent and hie
Should not vn-enuied liue, vnslandred dye:
For then we might haue fear'd thou had'st not been
So absolute a man; now it is seen
Euen by those many shadowes Enuy throwes,
That thy worth was substantiall, and not showes.
Should not vn-enuied liue, vnslandred dye:
For then we might haue fear'd thou had'st not been
So absolute a man; now it is seen
Euen by those many shadowes Enuy throwes,
That thy worth was substantiall, and not showes.
Detraction is perplext, and flies about
Ouer a world of Acts to single out
Some one or two in thy whole life to scan,
And proue by thē (what Death did) thou wer't man:
Yet seeing that past credit, she descends
To view thy body, and her venom spends
Not against it but nature, which did shroud
So great a sunne vnder so small a cloud.
But we that plainly see men sildome rise
Though they be learn'd, iudicious, daring wise,
Except the body somewhat suites the minde,
And good cloathes sute the body too; are blinde
And mad with enuie if we yeeld not thee
Worth aboue thought, who to that high degree
Rose through the eminent parts of thy blest soule,
Aboue contempt, disgrace, scorne or controule.
Nature did recompence thy want of clay
With heauenly fire; thy body could not stay
Thy actiue soule heere longer, t'was too light
A clog to keepe from Heauen so strong a spright.
Ouer a world of Acts to single out
Some one or two in thy whole life to scan,
And proue by thē (what Death did) thou wer't man:
Yet seeing that past credit, she descends
To view thy body, and her venom spends
Not against it but nature, which did shroud
So great a sunne vnder so small a cloud.
But we that plainly see men sildome rise
Though they be learn'd, iudicious, daring wise,
And good cloathes sute the body too; are blinde
And mad with enuie if we yeeld not thee
Worth aboue thought, who to that high degree
Rose through the eminent parts of thy blest soule,
Aboue contempt, disgrace, scorne or controule.
Nature did recompence thy want of clay
With heauenly fire; thy body could not stay
Thy actiue soule heere longer, t'was too light
A clog to keepe from Heauen so strong a spright.
Well might thy body be a soule to those
Whose more grosse earthen soules did late compose
Blacke libels gainst thy fame, and rak'd so low
Into thy purged excrements to know
What foule disease durst kill thee, and then found
Many were guilty: for it could not sound
They thought like truth, that one disease slue thee
When they hauing all yet scape to Deddick free.
Whose more grosse earthen soules did late compose
Blacke libels gainst thy fame, and rak'd so low
Into thy purged excrements to know
What foule disease durst kill thee, and then found
Many were guilty: for it could not sound
They thought like truth, that one disease slue thee
When they hauing all yet scape to Deddick free.
By this they shew that whatsoe're we thinke,
They know all these diseases by th'instinck,
They are familiar with them and of kin,
To their first causes of being deadly sinne,
And of the elders house too. For the diuell
(Chiefe libeller formes all degrees of euill
And like good boies of his, these labour too
(More then disease, or Death, or Hell can doe)
To kill the soule, and to bely a fame
Which laughes to scorn, all scorn, & shames all shame.
They know all these diseases by th'instinck,
They are familiar with them and of kin,
To their first causes of being deadly sinne,
And of the elders house too. For the diuell
(Chiefe libeller formes all degrees of euill
And like good boies of his, these labour too
(More then disease, or Death, or Hell can doe)
To kill the soule, and to bely a fame
Which laughes to scorn, all scorn, & shames all shame.
You that stand next the helme and thinke y're free
From their sharpe viperous tongues, it cannot be;
If death comes, these Rauens follow, and perchance
(Time fauouring their desires) th'eile leade the dance
And raile at you too. Tis not you they hate
But our blest King, Religion, and the State.
And if (which God forefend) so stood the time
Y'ould see they could do worse, then they can rime.
From their sharpe viperous tongues, it cannot be;
If death comes, these Rauens follow, and perchance
(Time fauouring their desires) th'eile leade the dance
But our blest King, Religion, and the State.
And if (which God forefend) so stood the time
Y'ould see they could do worse, then they can rime.
Now I haue throwne my selfe into the way
To meete their rage, and (if I can) to stay
Their dog-like malice rather on my head
Then suffer it pollute and wrong the dead.
If they alledge I giue him more then due,
You know their custome, they cannot speake true.
But if they say I gaue him lesse, their spite
Shewes neither I nor they can do him right.
To meete their rage, and (if I can) to stay
Their dog-like malice rather on my head
Then suffer it pollute and wrong the dead.
If they alledge I giue him more then due,
You know their custome, they cannot speake true.
But if they say I gaue him lesse, their spite
Shewes neither I nor they can do him right.
OPPORTVNE TIBI INTEMPESTIVE NOBIS.
The Sunne past by degrees those signesWhich to his sotherne seate inclines,
And now in Leo sate aloft.
The sweating labourer bans him oft,
The Shepheard melts, and ore the Plaine
His new shorne-sheepe seeke shades in vaine.
The Marchant, Sea man, euery Trade
They say by him are Banckrupt made.
He heares it and (at height of noone,
Hides his bright beames behinde the Moone.
They sadly know that doth presage
Dearth, death, warre, want to euery age
And then his late wisht absence mone;
“Fooles wisemen misse, when they are gone.
[Since its decreed in heauen, found true on earth]
Since its decreed in heauen, found true on earth,
That all things haue an end which had a birth;
That no estate is fixed, nights follow noone,
Ebs second floods, change fils the horned Moone
Which wanes againe at full, and shewes the glory
Of Earths best essence to be transitory:
How happy is that Man whose fate expires
Before declension crowned with his desires.
And hath his daies by vertuous actions told,
Guessing how much he would had he been old,
Since yong, his noted deeds out-vied his daies
And he lack't not true worth but rather praise.
Few touch this point, yet hither seeme to bend
Preuenting ruine with a violent end.
So Otho, and the Persian Monarch fell,
But this steepe way precipitates to Hell
Flattering with seeming help our wretched state
Not curing woes, but making desperate.
Our way is holy, white, and leades to blisse
Not by oblique attempts. For nature is
Made priuy with our passage, and we stay
Till she leades gently on, Grace making way.
That all things haue an end which had a birth;
Ebs second floods, change fils the horned Moone
Which wanes againe at full, and shewes the glory
Of Earths best essence to be transitory:
How happy is that Man whose fate expires
Before declension crowned with his desires.
And hath his daies by vertuous actions told,
Guessing how much he would had he been old,
Since yong, his noted deeds out-vied his daies
And he lack't not true worth but rather praise.
Few touch this point, yet hither seeme to bend
Preuenting ruine with a violent end.
So Otho, and the Persian Monarch fell,
But this steepe way precipitates to Hell
Flattering with seeming help our wretched state
Not curing woes, but making desperate.
Our way is holy, white, and leades to blisse
Not by oblique attempts. For nature is
Made priuy with our passage, and we stay
Till she leades gently on, Grace making way.
Not euery common President can fit
This golden rule, all aime; but few can hit
This narrow passage which more fames the man,
Then sayling twise through fatall Magelan:
Or girding all the earth with one small bote,
Discouering gold, new worlds, things of rare note.
This golden rule, all aime; but few can hit
This narrow passage which more fames the man,
Then sayling twise through fatall Magelan:
Or girding all the earth with one small bote,
Discouering gold, new worlds, things of rare note.
From hence the ground of thy great praises spring
O Cecill lou'd of God, good men, the King,
Borne vp not by stolne imps or borrowed plumes,
Which lets them fall who with high flight presumes
Neere the suns scorching beames; thy natiue worth,
Vertue, and actiue knowledge, set thee forth
This Kingdomes Pilot, where no storme or stresse
Could make thee lose thy compasse or expresse
[illeg.]shew of doubt, but firmely guide our state
[illeg.]s th'adst beene ruler both of chance and fate.
O Cecill lou'd of God, good men, the King,
Borne vp not by stolne imps or borrowed plumes,
Which lets them fall who with high flight presumes
Neere the suns scorching beames; thy natiue worth,
Vertue, and actiue knowledge, set thee forth
Could make thee lose thy compasse or expresse
[illeg.]shew of doubt, but firmely guide our state
[illeg.]s th'adst beene ruler both of chance and fate.
This well thy Master saw, who therefore plac'd
thee next himselfe, and with high honors grac'd
Thy great deserts: more could'st thou not desire
Nor earth afford, yet that which we admire
Was aboue this, euen in the top of these,
Being neerer heauen thither to mount with ease,
As if th'adst tane th'aduantage of the time
On Greatnesse staires, helpt by good deeds to clime.
thee next himselfe, and with high honors grac'd
Thy great deserts: more could'st thou not desire
Nor earth afford, yet that which we admire
Was aboue this, euen in the top of these,
Being neerer heauen thither to mount with ease,
As if th'adst tane th'aduantage of the time
On Greatnesse staires, helpt by good deeds to clime.
O happy thou, but wretched creatures wee
To see thy flight, and yet to slander thee:
To feele the fruite of thy life wasting care,
Which zealous for our good, no time would spare,
To cherish nature, that we thus being free
Should onely freedome vse to raile at thee.
Our idlenesse proclaimes thy well spent time,
Since by thy meanes we leisure haue to rime,
Whil'st neighbour States are acting it in blood,
Which we scarce heare of, neuer vnderstood.
To see thy flight, and yet to slander thee:
To feele the fruite of thy life wasting care,
Which zealous for our good, no time would spare,
To cherish nature, that we thus being free
Should onely freedome vse to raile at thee.
Our idlenesse proclaimes thy well spent time,
Since by thy meanes we leisure haue to rime,
Whil'st neighbour States are acting it in blood,
Which we scarce heare of, neuer vnderstood.
The benefite the Sunne giues to our sight,
“We see not halfe so well by day as night.
“Want giues a grace to goodnesse, when th'inioying
Confounds and dazells sense like honny cloying.
Rome needes no target till the sword be lost:
Whil'st Nestor wakes, well may Thirsites boast.
Fishers and expert Masters are all one
In calmes and deepes, the ship there goes alone.
But when the winds, seas, rocks, and sands do fight,
The skilfull Master then keepes all vpright.
We feare no stormes the Porpuses do play,
The Dolphins dance, and Proteus flocks do stray
O're Neptunes watry Kingdome safe and free,
None casting doubts, or fearing what may be.
May this calme last perpetuall, and faith then
We ne're shall need thee Cecil nor such men:
Others we haue to fill thy roome thou gone,
So Aristippus saith; stone sits on stone.
“We see not halfe so well by day as night.
“Want giues a grace to goodnesse, when th'inioying
Confounds and dazells sense like honny cloying.
Rome needes no target till the sword be lost:
Whil'st Nestor wakes, well may Thirsites boast.
Fishers and expert Masters are all one
In calmes and deepes, the ship there goes alone.
But when the winds, seas, rocks, and sands do fight,
The skilfull Master then keepes all vpright.
The Dolphins dance, and Proteus flocks do stray
O're Neptunes watry Kingdome safe and free,
None casting doubts, or fearing what may be.
May this calme last perpetuall, and faith then
We ne're shall need thee Cecil nor such men:
Others we haue to fill thy roome thou gone,
So Aristippus saith; stone sits on stone.
We yet are senselesse of thy losse, and find
No danger in't. Like some within the winde
Of a great shot, whose violent thunder driues,
The sense into distraction, and depriues
The eare of present vse: so did report
Of thy death make vs mad to raile and sport,
To temporise, lye, flatter; so defaming
Our selues, state, manners, law, religion shaming:
But now the fit being past, tis plaine to fense
“Though man forbeares Heauen pleads for innocence
“Vertue o'recomes by sufferance, and good deeds
“Are fenc'd by Calumny, as herbes by weeds.
No danger in't. Like some within the winde
Of a great shot, whose violent thunder driues,
The sense into distraction, and depriues
The eare of present vse: so did report
Of thy death make vs mad to raile and sport,
To temporise, lye, flatter; so defaming
Our selues, state, manners, law, religion shaming:
But now the fit being past, tis plaine to fense
“Though man forbeares Heauen pleads for innocence
“Vertue o'recomes by sufferance, and good deeds
“Are fenc'd by Calumny, as herbes by weeds.
BACVLVM TANTVM.
The Cynicke sicke and like to die,To such as askt where he would lie,
Made answere where you will; the field
Is large, and roome enough doth yeeld.
But they reply'de, the fields are wide;
Rauenous beasts and vermine vilde
Haunt those places; Kites and Crowes
Who to dead men no mercy showes.
True (quoth he) but if you please
Lay a staffe to driue hence these.
Tis only man I feare aliue,
From my graue beasts only driue.
“Though (liuing) we haue slaues for dogs,
“Dead w'are rooted vp by hogs.
EPITAPHIVM.
Romes poison, Spaines coplots, the French designesThy skill foresees, discouers, vndermines.
Dog-like they lick'd the dust, crouch't low, and faund,
When (liuing) thy skil'd power did ought command:
But (dead) they madly rage, grin, some for spite;
For toothlesse curres will bark that cannot bite.
| Philomythie or Philomythologie | |