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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MONARCHIA. |
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MONARCHIA.
DEDICATED To all the worthy professors of the Law, who make not priuate-wealth, but the good and peace of the Common-wealth the end of their studies and practise.
Though you (perhaps) be Clyentlesse and few,Friendlesse and poore, yet 'tis to you I sue
For kinde acceptance. You alone are they
Who by example guide vs in our way.
You looke not on the fee, but on the cause,
And follow truth, as truth doth lead the Lawes.
The rest, with vice, and wealths ill-gotten load,
Passe on to death, in glories beaten road.
Th'inhabitants of the Ile of Wight did bost,
No vermin vs'd to harbour in their coast.
For they no hooded Monkes, nor Foxes had,
Nor Law Retriuers who make fooles run mad,
With their strife-stirring tongues; but liu'd as free,
From these, as by them others combred be.
No vermin vs'd to harbour in their coast.
For they no hooded Monkes, nor Foxes had,
Nor Law Retriuers who make fooles run mad,
From these, as by them others combred be.
And though our whole land cannot boast so farre,
That we from all such vermin quitted are:
Yet happy is our Ile, that's hemd about
With water-walles, to keepe our enemies out;
Whilst we (as Adam did) in Eden dwell,
And scarce of famine in an age heare tell.
Where hils are clad with woods, and vales with corn
Whose laden eares doe listen to be shorne.
Where shephearde neither Lyon doubt, nor Beare,
Nor rauening Wolfe which sheep & shepheard teare;
But each in safety dwell, and sillie sheepe
From all but Man, doe one the other keepe.
That we from all such vermin quitted are:
Yet happy is our Ile, that's hemd about
With water-walles, to keepe our enemies out;
Whilst we (as Adam did) in Eden dwell,
And scarce of famine in an age heare tell.
Where hils are clad with woods, and vales with corn
Whose laden eares doe listen to be shorne.
Where shephearde neither Lyon doubt, nor Beare,
Nor rauening Wolfe which sheep & shepheard teare;
But each in safety dwell, and sillie sheepe
From all but Man, doe one the other keepe.
O happy are we if we know our good,
And if our state be rightly vnderstood:
To liue thus free vnder so blest a King,
Iust Magistrates and Cleargy-men, that sing,
The songs of Syon in the holy tongue
Conuerting old men, and informing yong.
No spirit-tyrant, Pope, State, Tyrant, Turke.
Can here their bloudy ends and proiects worke;
But each in safety may his owne possesse,
More free then Kings, because our cares be lesse.
And if our state be rightly vnderstood:
To liue thus free vnder so blest a King,
Iust Magistrates and Cleargy-men, that sing,
The songs of Syon in the holy tongue
Conuerting old men, and informing yong.
No spirit-tyrant, Pope, State, Tyrant, Turke.
Can here their bloudy ends and proiects worke;
But each in safety may his owne possesse,
More free then Kings, because our cares be lesse.
But most vnhappy are those neighbour lands,
Where Peace, and Plenty, as two strangers stands;
Where bloodie war, and bloodlesse famine ride
Vpon the ruin'd top of thanklesse Pride:
Where Law destroies, Diuinity deceiues,
And where the crowne the care of kingdome leaues.
Where men eate men, as beast deuourd by beast,
The strong the weaker kill, the great the least.
Where tyrannie in triumph mounted hie,
Makes truth and innocence indungeon lie.
Where Peace, and Plenty, as two strangers stands;
Where bloodie war, and bloodlesse famine ride
Vpon the ruin'd top of thanklesse Pride:
Where Law destroies, Diuinity deceiues,
And where the crowne the care of kingdome leaues.
Where men eate men, as beast deuourd by beast,
The strong the weaker kill, the great the least.
Makes truth and innocence indungeon lie.
This tale the difference shewes, that wee may know
How much to God for our good king we owe.
An aged Hart, vpon mount Carmel bred,
Hauing as Admirall the Nauy led
From Syria through the Seas, to Cyprus shore,
Where all the Ile with greene is couered o're.
Hapt by a Parke to trauaile, where he spide
A yonger sad Hart, standing close beside
Th'imprisoning pale, and vsing all his skill
To free himselfe from thence, to larger ill.
Good brother (quoth the stranger) let me know,
What heauy thoughts they are that vex you so?
Why do you sadly so your selfe bemone?
Why hauing friends within come you alone
To feed sad melancholly, and inuent
To doe a rash act, which youle soone repent?
How much to God for our good king we owe.
An aged Hart, vpon mount Carmel bred,
Hauing as Admirall the Nauy led
From Syria through the Seas, to Cyprus shore,
Where all the Ile with greene is couered o're.
Hapt by a Parke to trauaile, where he spide
A yonger sad Hart, standing close beside
Th'imprisoning pale, and vsing all his skill
To free himselfe from thence, to larger ill.
Good brother (quoth the stranger) let me know,
What heauy thoughts they are that vex you so?
Why do you sadly so your selfe bemone?
Why hauing friends within come you alone
To feed sad melancholly, and inuent
To doe a rash act, which youle soone repent?
The younger Deere made answer, Can ye muse
Why I am sad, and wherefore I doe vse
All meanes to free my selfe, from being thus
A slaue to him that's foe to all of vs?
Know brother, I endure more sorrowes here,
In one halfe day, then you in one whole yeere.
For you haue liberty to come and goe,
Though forrester and wood-man both say no.
But I by cruell man, imprisond keepe,
Within this woodden walls, where none but sheepe
Hares, Conyes, Cowes, and other of my kinne
Are my associates, simple soules within.
I haue no beast of worth, of birth, or wit,
With whom I may conuerse; but faine to fit
My lofty spirit to the lowly straine,
Of base companions, sluggish, fearefull, vaine.
No Wolues or Dogs come here, whereby decaies
The exercise of valure and the praise.
The traps for vermin, are so thicke beset,
That oftentimes they some of vs doe get.
The watchfull keeper, euery night and morne,
Commands me rise, and rest with his shrill horne,
He with his Lymehound rounds the pale about,
For feare least we be stolne or broken out.
He feeds vs cheerefully, and doth prouide
Sufficient meat that's fit for euery tide;
But being fat, he chooseth which he likes,
And through our sides, deaths forked arrow strikes.
Thus all he doth, is his owne turne to serue,
And for his owne life doth our liues preserue.
Then gentle brother helpe to free me hence,
And my swift thanks shall yeeld you recompence.
Why I am sad, and wherefore I doe vse
All meanes to free my selfe, from being thus
A slaue to him that's foe to all of vs?
Know brother, I endure more sorrowes here,
In one halfe day, then you in one whole yeere.
For you haue liberty to come and goe,
Though forrester and wood-man both say no.
But I by cruell man, imprisond keepe,
Within this woodden walls, where none but sheepe
Hares, Conyes, Cowes, and other of my kinne
Are my associates, simple soules within.
I haue no beast of worth, of birth, or wit,
With whom I may conuerse; but faine to fit
Of base companions, sluggish, fearefull, vaine.
No Wolues or Dogs come here, whereby decaies
The exercise of valure and the praise.
The traps for vermin, are so thicke beset,
That oftentimes they some of vs doe get.
The watchfull keeper, euery night and morne,
Commands me rise, and rest with his shrill horne,
He with his Lymehound rounds the pale about,
For feare least we be stolne or broken out.
He feeds vs cheerefully, and doth prouide
Sufficient meat that's fit for euery tide;
But being fat, he chooseth which he likes,
And through our sides, deaths forked arrow strikes.
Thus all he doth, is his owne turne to serue,
And for his owne life doth our liues preserue.
Then gentle brother helpe to free me hence,
And my swift thanks shall yeeld you recompence.
Stay brother mad-brain stay, quoth Light foot thē
If you were out, you'ld wish you in agen.
I was in Syria borne, and euery yeere
A dangerous voyage make, for what you here
Enioy with proud contempt. We cannot find
“Content on earth, without a thankfull mind.
You slight your ease and plenty; we, alas!
With toyle seeke that which you with scorne let passe.
Our meat is grutchd, we like to robbers watcht,
So what we feed on, here and there is snatcht.
The pale you call your prison rather may,
Be tearmd your Castle, Garden, Closet, Stay,
To keepe out others from those ioyes of yours,
Or to preserue you from these woes of ours.
Whilst we without by Lyons, Leopards, Beares,
Wolues, Eagles, Serpents, and a thousand feares,
Are howrely vext, beset, besieged so,
That as our shadowes, death doth next vs goe.
Yet none our deaths reuenge, nor craues account,
How our neglected blood is lauisht out.
For euen that Man (which is your guard) to vs
Proclaimes himselfe a foe, most dangerous.
He hunts for our destruction cheeres the hound,
Rides, runs, whoopes, hollowes, and at euery sound,
Rings our shrill deaths bell with so fearefull blast,
As charmes our ioynts to heare, whilst hounds make hast
To finish our desired death, and glut
VVith our sweet flesh, each vermins maw and gut.
Thus doe we die abroad, for euery man
Claimes right in vs, and labors all they can,
Our weary feet in toyles, nets, snares t'inclose,
VVhen you haue friends, to guard you from your foes
If therefore you haue told me truth that there
You doe no creature but your keeper feare;
O bring me to this prison, shew me how
I may obtaine a blessed life with you.
Direct me to a leape, ile soone leape in.
“Tis happinesse, vnhappy to haue been.
VVith that he mounts the pale, and adue quoth he,
Vaine, wide, wild world; who serues the law is free.
I was in Syria borne, and euery yeere
A dangerous voyage make, for what you here
Enioy with proud contempt. We cannot find
“Content on earth, without a thankfull mind.
You slight your ease and plenty; we, alas!
With toyle seeke that which you with scorne let passe.
Our meat is grutchd, we like to robbers watcht,
So what we feed on, here and there is snatcht.
The pale you call your prison rather may,
Be tearmd your Castle, Garden, Closet, Stay,
To keepe out others from those ioyes of yours,
Or to preserue you from these woes of ours.
Wolues, Eagles, Serpents, and a thousand feares,
Are howrely vext, beset, besieged so,
That as our shadowes, death doth next vs goe.
Yet none our deaths reuenge, nor craues account,
How our neglected blood is lauisht out.
For euen that Man (which is your guard) to vs
Proclaimes himselfe a foe, most dangerous.
He hunts for our destruction cheeres the hound,
Rides, runs, whoopes, hollowes, and at euery sound,
Rings our shrill deaths bell with so fearefull blast,
As charmes our ioynts to heare, whilst hounds make hast
To finish our desired death, and glut
VVith our sweet flesh, each vermins maw and gut.
Thus doe we die abroad, for euery man
Claimes right in vs, and labors all they can,
Our weary feet in toyles, nets, snares t'inclose,
VVhen you haue friends, to guard you from your foes
If therefore you haue told me truth that there
You doe no creature but your keeper feare;
O bring me to this prison, shew me how
I may obtaine a blessed life with you.
Direct me to a leape, ile soone leape in.
“Tis happinesse, vnhappy to haue been.
VVith that he mounts the pale, and adue quoth he,
Vaine, wide, wild world; who serues the law is free.
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