Du Bartas His Divine Weekes And Workes with A Compleate Collectio[n] of all the other most delight-full Workes: Translated and written by yt famous Philomusus: Iosvah Sylvester |
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In Commendation of this worthie Worke.
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In Commendation of this worthie Worke.
Foole that I was, I thought in younger times,
That all the Muses had their graces sowen
In Chaucers, Spencers, and sweet Daniels Rimes
(So, good seems best, where better is vnknowen).
While thus I dream'd, my busie phantasie
Bad me awake, open mine eyes, and see
That all the Muses had their graces sowen
In Chaucers, Spencers, and sweet Daniels Rimes
(So, good seems best, where better is vnknowen).
While thus I dream'd, my busie phantasie
Bad me awake, open mine eyes, and see
How Salvst's English Sun (our
Sylvester)
Makes Moon and Stars to vail: and how the Sheaves
Of all his Brethren, bowing doe prefer
His Fruits before their Winter-shaken Leaves:
So much for Matter, and for Manner to,
Hath He out-gon those that the rest out-goe.
Makes Moon and Stars to vail: and how the Sheaves
Of all his Brethren, bowing doe prefer
His Fruits before their Winter-shaken Leaves:
So much for Matter, and for Manner to,
Hath He out-gon those that the rest out-goe.
Let Gryll be Gryll: let Envie's vip'rous seed
Gnaw forth the brest which bred and fed the same;
Rest safe (Sound truth from fear is ever freed.)
Malice may bark, but shall not bite thy Name:
Iosva, thy Name with Bartas name shall live.
For, double life you each to other give.
Gnaw forth the brest which bred and fed the same;
Rest safe (Sound truth from fear is ever freed.)
Malice may bark, but shall not bite thy Name:
Iosva, thy Name with Bartas name shall live.
For, double life you each to other give.
But, Mother Envie, if this Arras spunne
Of Golden threeds be seen of English eyes,
Why then (alas!) our Cob-webs are vndon:
But Shee, more subtle, than religious-wise,
Hatefull, and hated, proud, and ignorant,
Pale, swoln as Toad (though customed to vaunt)
Of Golden threeds be seen of English eyes,
Why then (alas!) our Cob-webs are vndon:
But Shee, more subtle, than religious-wise,
Hatefull, and hated, proud, and ignorant,
Pale, swoln as Toad (though customed to vaunt)
Now holds her Peace: but (O!) what Peace hath She
With Vertue? None: Therefore defie her frown.
Gainst greater force growes greater victory.
As Camomile, the more you tread it down,
The more it springs; Vertue, despightfully
Vsed, doth vse the more to fructifie:
With Vertue? None: Therefore defie her frown.
Gainst greater force growes greater victory.
As Camomile, the more you tread it down,
The more it springs; Vertue, despightfully
Vsed, doth vse the more to fructifie:
And so doo Thou, vntill thy Mausole rare
Doo fill this World with wonderment; and, that
In Venus Form no clumsie fist may dare
To meddle with thy Pencill and thy Plat.
I feare thy life more, till thy goale be run,
Than Wife her Spouse, or Father fears his Son.
Doo fill this World with wonderment; and, that
In Venus Form no clumsie fist may dare
To meddle with thy Pencill and thy Plat.
I feare thy life more, till thy goale be run,
Than Wife her Spouse, or Father fears his Son.
R. R.
Malum patienti lucrum.
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