A Golden Mirrour Conteining certaine Pithie and figuratiue Visions prognosticating good fortune to England and all true English Subiectes with an ouerthrowe to the enemies. Whereto be adioyned certaine pretie Poemes written on the names of sundrie both noble and worshipfull [by Richard Robinson] |
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Verses penned vpon the Etimologie of the name of the right Woshipfull,
Sir Edmond Traffard, of Traffard, in the County of Lancaster, Knight.
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Verses penned vpon the Etimologie of the name of the right Woshipfull, Sir Edmond Traffard, of Traffard, in the County of Lancaster, Knight.
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was my hap of late to walk, the lofty hils to view,
For to reuiue my weary wits, which studie ouerthrew:
And forth I past from high to higher, and so to th'height of all,
Where viewing of the countrey round, at length to mind did call
The wonders great, and workes of God: when all a Caos was,
And lapped vp vpon a lumpe, as hard as beaten brasse,
For to reuiue my weary wits, which studie ouerthrew:
And forth I past from high to higher, and so to th'height of all,
Where viewing of the countrey round, at length to mind did call
The wonders great, and workes of God: when all a Caos was,
And lapped vp vpon a lumpe, as hard as beaten brasse,
In musing at those daies and these, my flesh began to quake,
To call to minde the wretched waies, that worldly men do take:
And as I drowned was in dumps, came Morpheus with his mace,
So that my sences did obey, and yeelded to his grace.
No sooner thus asleep, but straight in drowsie dreame I see
A Lady swifter then the wind, call'd Time approching nie.
To call to minde the wretched waies, that worldly men do take:
And as I drowned was in dumps, came Morpheus with his mace,
So that my sences did obey, and yeelded to his grace.
No sooner thus asleep, but straight in drowsie dreame I see
A Lady swifter then the wind, call'd Time approching nie.
Rise and awake (quoth she) to me, why sleep'st thou on this hill?
The wordes I speake I charge thee straight, record with painfull quill.
Then did she shake a razor sharpe, and with a frowning face,
And thretning speach, she said the world shold suddainly giue place
For I am Time which executes the secrete will of God,
In euery age of wickednesse, by Time they feele the rod.
The wordes I speake I charge thee straight, record with painfull quill.
Then did she shake a razor sharpe, and with a frowning face,
And thretning speach, she said the world shold suddainly giue place
For I am Time which executes the secrete will of God,
In euery age of wickednesse, by Time they feele the rod.
Els had not flouds ore'flowed the world, for vgly sinfull vice,
If Time had not bin present ther, which caus'd thē play their prize
I Time shipt Noah into the Arke, and all the charge he had,
And I was she first foūd him land by doues, which made him glad
Lo thus at first and euer since vnto this present houre,
By Time were builded Cities great with many a loftie tower.
If Time had not bin present ther, which caus'd thē play their prize
I Time shipt Noah into the Arke, and all the charge he had,
And I was she first foūd him land by doues, which made him glad
Lo thus at first and euer since vnto this present houre,
By Time were builded Cities great with many a loftie tower.
Down haue I cast thē all againe, olde walles doe mencion make,
And Cities now, & buildings braue, I (Time) shal cause to quake.
Although the bragging Worldling raise his house into the aire.
I Time will vanish al away, as no such thing were there,
My blade is whet, I wait but when to vse the mortall edge:
On whom I light, my order is to haue the life in pledge:
And Cities now, & buildings braue, I (Time) shal cause to quake.
Although the bragging Worldling raise his house into the aire.
My blade is whet, I wait but when to vse the mortall edge:
On whom I light, my order is to haue the life in pledge:
My sister Atrapos, the Poets do faine the fatall Dame,
Who can doe nothing wanting Time, shee doth vsurpe my name:
Ne Lachices, nor Clotho can the distaffe dresse at all,
But when that I doe point the Time, they come when I doe cal:
So that I Time doe beare record from first vnto the last,
Of present daies, of daies to come, and daies that now are past:
Who can doe nothing wanting Time, shee doth vsurpe my name:
Ne Lachices, nor Clotho can the distaffe dresse at all,
But when that I doe point the Time, they come when I doe cal:
So that I Time doe beare record from first vnto the last,
Of present daies, of daies to come, and daies that now are past:
Of yong and olde, of rich and poore, the vertue Time doth prooue,
On whom to waite, both king and Prince, and all estates behooue:
No state can start by night or day, that Time can not espie,
Nor secret shift so closely lapt, but Time the trueth shall trie:
I Time therefore am come to thee, of wonders great to tell,
Therefore it stands thee much vpon, to vse thy pen as well.
On whom to waite, both king and Prince, and all estates behooue:
No state can start by night or day, that Time can not espie,
Nor secret shift so closely lapt, but Time the trueth shall trie:
I Time therefore am come to thee, of wonders great to tell,
Therefore it stands thee much vpon, to vse thy pen as well.
Doubt not to write, what I declare, nor feare not who shall see
What drops fall from thy painfull pen, but beare thy selfe by me:
For lo (said Time) the fire burnes that Mars hath set on fire,
See now his cruell mortall blade, that blood doth still desire:
The fearfull skrikes of innocents, from far doest thou not heare?
Remedilesse (alas) they crie, and die in deepe dispaire.
What drops fall from thy painfull pen, but beare thy selfe by me:
For lo (said Time) the fire burnes that Mars hath set on fire,
See now his cruell mortall blade, that blood doth still desire:
The fearfull skrikes of innocents, from far doest thou not heare?
Remedilesse (alas) they crie, and die in deepe dispaire.
And now behold how hūger haunts with cheeks both pale & leane,
This bloudy butcher, furious Mars, and all his wicked traine:
And greedy spoile, spares not to spill, to pray on others good,
Rauening Rape with maid and wife runs headlong to the wood.
For Fauor flies, and force takes place, and vice doth vertue kill,
Fained Friendship now layes on lurtch, his faithful friend to spil.
This bloudy butcher, furious Mars, and all his wicked traine:
And greedy spoile, spares not to spill, to pray on others good,
Rauening Rape with maid and wife runs headlong to the wood.
For Fauor flies, and force takes place, and vice doth vertue kill,
Fained Friendship now layes on lurtch, his faithful friend to spil.
And Shift in shackles now inuents to kick against the spur,
And yet Dissembling euery day, lies coutching like a cur:
Reuenge is feeing of his friends, in hope to haue a day,
But see where Iustice is at hand, his guerdon for to pay.
Death doth prouide dame Pestilence, to worke the later woe,
Likewise destruction, with his frends, doe wish it to be so.
And yet Dissembling euery day, lies coutching like a cur:
Reuenge is feeing of his friends, in hope to haue a day,
But see where Iustice is at hand, his guerdon for to pay.
Likewise destruction, with his frends, doe wish it to be so.
Know this (sayd she) moe plagues then these are comming neare at hand,
No creature liuing but shall feele, the same on sea and land:
In top of all their worldly trust, shall come the wofull newes,
Great terror in the hearts of mē, whē God these whips shall vse:
Time shal try all, this is most true: the Scripture saith the same,
Therfore I charge thee send abroad, these sayings in my name.
No creature liuing but shall feele, the same on sea and land:
In top of all their worldly trust, shall come the wofull newes,
Great terror in the hearts of mē, whē God these whips shall vse:
Time shal try all, this is most true: the Scripture saith the same,
Therfore I charge thee send abroad, these sayings in my name.
Now rise (quoth she) and turne thy face towards the Occean sea,
A triple foorded riuer shall, direct thy ready way:
Where thou shalt finde Antiquitie, the maker of the place,
Whose name hath bene Tyme out of mynde, before the conquest was:
Thus sodenly she tooke her flight, and vanished away,
And I in trembling feare did wake, not knowing what to say.
A triple foorded riuer shall, direct thy ready way:
Where thou shalt finde Antiquitie, the maker of the place,
Whose name hath bene Tyme out of mynde, before the conquest was:
Thus sodenly she tooke her flight, and vanished away,
And I in trembling feare did wake, not knowing what to say.
Sith dreames be vayne, of Poets pennes, and Fables of delite,
So doe I pray, that all proue false, that heare I did indite:
Beseeching God with Nestors age, your worship may increase,
With health, and wealth, and Newe yeares ioy, and so my pen doth sease.
So doe I pray, that all proue false, that heare I did indite:
Beseeching God with Nestors age, your worship may increase,
With health, and wealth, and Newe yeares ioy, and so my pen doth sease.
FINIS.
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