Philomythie or Philomythologie wherein Outlandish Birds, Beasts, and Fishes, are taught to speake true English plainely. By Tho: Scot ... The second edition much inlarged |
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[When this rich soule of thine (now sainted) kept] |
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[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.
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