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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CORONA DEDICATORIA.
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CORONA DEDICATORIA.
To England's, Scotland's, France & Ireland's King:
Great Emperour of EVROPE'S greatest Iles:
Monarch of Hearts, and Arts, and every thing
Beneath BOOTES, many thousand myles:
Vpon whose Head, Honour and Fortune smiles:
About whose brows, clusters of Crowns do spring:
UUhose Faith, Him Cham-
pion of the FAITH en-stiles:
UUhose Wisdome's Fame
o're all the World dooth ring:
Great Emperour of EVROPE'S greatest Iles:
Monarch of Hearts, and Arts, and every thing
Beneath BOOTES, many thousand myles:
Vpon whose Head, Honour and Fortune smiles:
About whose brows, clusters of Crowns do spring:
UUhose Faith, Him Cham-
pion of the FAITH en-stiles:
UUhose Wisdome's Fame
o're all the World dooth ring:
MNEMOSYNE &
Her faire Daughters bring
The DAPPNEAN Crown,
To Crowne Him (Laureat)
VVhole and sole Soveraigne
Of the THESPIAN Spring:
Prince of PARNASSVS, & Piërian State:
And with their Crown, their kingdoms Arms they yield;
Thrice three Penns Sun-like in a Cynthian field.
Sign'd by Times-Selves, and their high Treasorer
Bartas, the Great: Ingrosst by Sylvester.
The DAPPNEAN Crown,
To Crowne Him (Laureat)
VVhole and sole Soveraigne
Of the THESPIAN Spring:
Prince of PARNASSVS, & Piërian State:
And with their Crown, their kingdoms Arms they yield;
Thrice three Penns Sun-like in a Cynthian field.
Sign'd by Times-Selves, and their high Treasorer
Bartas, the Great: Ingrosst by Sylvester.
Our Svn did Set, and yet no Night ensew'd;
Our WOE-full loss so IOY-full gaine did bring,
In teares wee smile, amid our sighes wee Sing:
So suddenly our dying LIGHT renew'd.
As when the ARABIAN (only) Bird doth burne
Her aged body in sweet FLAMES to death,
Out of Her CINDERS
A new Bird hath breath,
Our WOE-full loss so IOY-full gaine did bring,
In teares wee smile, amid our sighes wee Sing:
So suddenly our dying LIGHT renew'd.
As when the ARABIAN (only) Bird doth burne
Her aged body in sweet FLAMES to death,
Out of Her CINDERS
A new Bird hath breath,
NOVE MVSÆ, SYLVESTRES
In whom the BEAVTIES
Of the FIRST returne;
From Spicie Ashes of the sacred VRNE
Of Our dead Phœnix (dear ELIZABETH)
A new true PHOENIX lively flourisheth,
Whom greater glories than the First adorns.
So much (O King) thy sacred Worth presum-I-on.
Iames, thou iust Heir of England's ioyfull Vnion.
Of the FIRST returne;
From Spicie Ashes of the sacred VRNE
Of Our dead Phœnix (dear ELIZABETH)
A new true PHOENIX lively flourisheth,
Whom greater glories than the First adorns.
So much (O King) thy sacred Worth presum-I-on.
Iames, thou iust Heir of England's ioyfull Vnion.
Iames, Thou iust Heir of England's ioyfull
Vnion,
VNITING now too This long sever'd ILE
(Sever'd for Strangers, from it Selfe the while)
Vnder one Scepter, in One Faith's Communion:
That in our Loves may never bee dis-union,
Throughout-all Kingdoms in thy Regall Stile,
Make CHRIST thy Guide
(In whom was neuer guile)
VNITING now too This long sever'd ILE
(Sever'd for Strangers, from it Selfe the while)
Vnder one Scepter, in One Faith's Communion:
That in our Loves may never bee dis-union,
Throughout-all Kingdoms in thy Regall Stile,
Make CHRIST thy Guide
(In whom was neuer guile)
CLIO.
To RVLE thy Subiectes
In his GOSPEL'S Vnion.
So, on thy Seat thy Seed shall ever Florish
To SION's Comfort and th'eternall Terror
Of GOG and MAGOG, Athëisme and Error:
So shall one TRVTH thy people train & nourish
In meek Obedience of Th'Almightie's Pleasure,
And to give Cæsar what belongs to Cæsar.
In his GOSPEL'S Vnion.
So, on thy Seat thy Seed shall ever Florish
To SION's Comfort and th'eternall Terror
Of GOG and MAGOG, Athëisme and Error:
So shall one TRVTH thy people train & nourish
In meek Obedience of Th'Almightie's Pleasure,
And to give Cæsar what belongs to Cæsar.
And (to give Cæsar what belongs to Cæsar)
To sacred Thee (drad Soveraine) dearest Iames,
While sad-glad England yeelds Her Diadems,
To bee dispos'd at Thine Imperiall Pleasure:
While Peers & States expose their pomp & treasure
To entertain thee from thy Tweed to Thames
VVith Royall Presentes,
And rare-precious Gemmes;
To sacred Thee (drad Soveraine) dearest Iames,
While sad-glad England yeelds Her Diadems,
To bee dispos'd at Thine Imperiall Pleasure:
While Peers & States expose their pomp & treasure
To entertain thee from thy Tweed to Thames
VVith Royall Presentes,
And rare-precious Gemmes;
THALIA.
At Mindes and Meanes
Concurre in happy measure.
Heer (gracious Lord) lowe prostrate I present you
The richest Iewell my poore Fate affoords,
(A Sacrifice, that long-long since I meant you)
Your Minion Bartas, masked in My words:
With Him, my Selfe, my Service, Wit and Art,
With all the Sinnevves of a Loyall Heart.
Concurre in happy measure.
Heer (gracious Lord) lowe prostrate I present you
The richest Iewell my poore Fate affoords,
(A Sacrifice, that long-long since I meant you)
Your Minion Bartas, masked in My words:
With Him, my Selfe, my Service, Wit and Art,
With all the Sinnevves of a Loyall Heart.
With all the Sinnewes of a Loyall Heart,
Vnto Your Royall Handes I Humbly Sacre
These weeks (the works of the worlds glorious Maker)
Divinely warbled by LORD BARTAS Art
(Though through my rudeness heer mis-tun'd in part).
For, to whom meeter should This Muse betake her,
Than to Your Highnesse,
Whom (as chiefe partaker)
Vnto Your Royall Handes I Humbly Sacre
These weeks (the works of the worlds glorious Maker)
Divinely warbled by LORD BARTAS Art
(Though through my rudeness heer mis-tun'd in part).
For, to whom meeter should This Muse betake her,
Than to Your Highnesse,
Whom (as chiefe partaker)
MELPOMENE.
All MUSES Crowne
For Principall Desarte?
To whom should sacred Art and learned Pietie
In Highest Notes Of Heavenly Musick Sing
The Royall Deedes of the redoubted Dëitie,
But to a learned and religious KING?
To whom but You should Holy Faith cómend-her,
Great King of England, Christian Faith's Defender?
For Principall Desarte?
To whom should sacred Art and learned Pietie
In Highest Notes Of Heavenly Musick Sing
The Royall Deedes of the redoubted Dëitie,
But to a learned and religious KING?
To whom but You should Holy Faith cómend-her,
Great King of England, Christian Faith's Defender?
Great King of England, Christian Faith's Defender;
No Selfe-presuming of my Witt's perfection
(In what is mine of this Divine Confection)
Boldens mee thus to You the Same to tender:
But with the Rest, the Best I have to render
For loyall Witness of my glad affection,
My MITE I offer
To Your High Protection;
No Selfe-presuming of my Witt's perfection
(In what is mine of this Divine Confection)
Boldens mee thus to You the Same to tender:
But with the Rest, the Best I have to render
For loyall Witness of my glad affection,
My MITE I offer
To Your High Protection;
CALLIOPE.
Which MORE it needs,
The more it selfe is slender.
But, for mine AVTHOR, in his Sacred-fury,
I know your Highnes knows him Prince of Singers,
And His rare Workes worthy Your Royall fingers
(Though heer His lustre too-too-much obscure-I).
For His sake therefore, and Your Selfes Benignitie,
Accept my ZEALE, and pardon mine Indignitie.
The more it selfe is slender.
But, for mine AVTHOR, in his Sacred-fury,
I know your Highnes knows him Prince of Singers,
And His rare Workes worthy Your Royall fingers
(Though heer His lustre too-too-much obscure-I).
For His sake therefore, and Your Selfes Benignitie,
Accept my ZEALE, and pardon mine Indignitie.
Accept my ZEALE, and pardon mine Indignitie
(Smoothing with smiles sterne Maiesties Severitie)
Sith from this Errour of my bold temeritie,
Great good may grow, through heav'ns & your benignitie:
For, farre more equall to your Bartas Dignitie,
This may provoke (with more divine dexteritie)
Some NOBLER Wit,
To SING to our Posteritie
(Smoothing with smiles sterne Maiesties Severitie)
Sith from this Errour of my bold temeritie,
Great good may grow, through heav'ns & your benignitie:
For, farre more equall to your Bartas Dignitie,
This may provoke (with more divine dexteritie)
Some NOBLER Wit,
To SING to our Posteritie
TERPSICHORE.
This NOBLEST Worke,
After it Self's Condignitie:
Or else the sweet Rayes of you, Royall Fauour
May thine so warm on these wilde Fruits of mine,
As much may mend their vertue, taste, and savour,
And Rypen faire the Rest that are behinde:
The rather, if som Clowde of Comfort drop
Amid the Braunches of my blasted Hope.
After it Self's Condignitie:
Or else the sweet Rayes of you, Royall Fauour
May thine so warm on these wilde Fruits of mine,
As much may mend their vertue, taste, and savour,
And Rypen faire the Rest that are behinde:
The rather, if som Clowde of Comfort drop
Amid the Braunches of my blasted Hope.
Amid the Braunches of my blasted Hope,
Three Noble pearches had my Muse of late,
Where (Turtle-like) groaning Sad tunes she sate:
But (O!) curst ENVIE did vntimely lop
The First: the Next, bruiz'd with his Fall, did drop:
The Third remaines, growen a great arm of State.
Most WORTHIE So,
But so præ-occupate
Three Noble pearches had my Muse of late,
Where (Turtle-like) groaning Sad tunes she sate:
But (O!) curst ENVIE did vntimely lop
The First: the Next, bruiz'd with his Fall, did drop:
The Third remaines, growen a great arm of State.
Most WORTHIE So,
But so præ-occupate
EVTERPE.
With others MVSES,
That OVRS hath no scope.
Wherefore for succour in her wearie flight,
Hardly pursu'd by that sharp Vulture, Want,
Shee's fain my Liege (with your good leaue) to light
Amid the Top-leaves of Your CEDAR-Plant:
Where, if you daign Her Rest from Fortune's wrong,
Shee shalll more sweetly Ende her solemne Song.
That OVRS hath no scope.
Wherefore for succour in her wearie flight,
Hardly pursu'd by that sharp Vulture, Want,
Shee's fain my Liege (with your good leaue) to light
Amid the Top-leaves of Your CEDAR-Plant:
Where, if you daign Her Rest from Fortune's wrong,
Shee shalll more sweetly Ende her solemne Song.
Shee shall more sweetly End Her solemne Song
(If Heaven grant Life, and You give leave to doo-it)
By adding fitly All those Partes vnto it
Which more precisely to Your Praise belong
(Wherein expresly, with a Thankfull tongue,
To your great Self, Apollo's self applies-him,
Yeelds YOU His Laurels,
And dooth all agnize—him
(If Heaven grant Life, and You give leave to doo-it)
By adding fitly All those Partes vnto it
Which more precisely to Your Praise belong
(Wherein expresly, with a Thankfull tongue,
To your great Self, Apollo's self applies-him,
Yeelds YOU His Laurels,
And dooth all agnize—him
ERATO.
Rapt vvith the VVonder
Of Your Uertues, Young).
All the Posthumiall race of that rare Spirit
(His Swan tunes, sweetest neer his latest breath)
Which, of his glory their Childes-part inherit
(Though born, alas!) after their Father's death)
As Epilogue, shall Pay our gratefull Vowes
Vnder the shaddowe of Your Sacred Boughes.
Of Your Uertues, Young).
All the Posthumiall race of that rare Spirit
(His Swan tunes, sweetest neer his latest breath)
Which, of his glory their Childes-part inherit
(Though born, alas!) after their Father's death)
As Epilogue, shall Pay our gratefull Vowes
Vnder the shaddowe of Your Sacred Boughes.
Vnder the shaddowe of Your Sacred Boughes,
Great, Royall Cedar of Mount Libanon
(Greater than that great Tree of Babylon)
No marvaile if our TVRTLE seek to House;
Sith Caesar's Eagles, that so strongly Rouze:
Th'old Haggard Falcon, hatcht by Pamotlon:
Th' Iberian Griphin
(And not THESE alone,
Great, Royall Cedar of Mount Libanon
(Greater than that great Tree of Babylon)
No marvaile if our TVRTLE seek to House;
Sith Caesar's Eagles, that so strongly Rouze:
Th'old Haggard Falcon, hatcht by Pamotlon:
Th' Iberian Griphin
(And not THESE alone,
POLYMNIA.
But every Bird and Beast)
With HUMBLE vowes,
Seeks roost or rest vnder your mighty Bowers:
So mighty hath th'Almighty made you now:
O Honour Him who thus hath Honour'd You,
And build His house who thus hath blessed Yours.
So, Stvarts ay shall stand (propt with His Power)
To Foes a Terrour, and to Friendes a Tower.
With HUMBLE vowes,
Seeks roost or rest vnder your mighty Bowers:
So mighty hath th'Almighty made you now:
O Honour Him who thus hath Honour'd You,
And build His house who thus hath blessed Yours.
So, Stvarts ay shall stand (propt with His Power)
To Foes a Terrour, and to Friendes a Tower.
To Foes a Terrour, and to Friendes a Tower:
Error's Defyer, and True Faith's Defence:
A Sword to Wrong, a Shield to Innocence:
Cheering the mild, checking the wilde with power:
The Starre of other Stares, and Sterne of Our:
The Rod of Vice, & Vertve's Recompence:
Long Live King IAMES
in all MAGNIFICENCE:
Error's Defyer, and True Faith's Defence:
A Sword to Wrong, a Shield to Innocence:
Cheering the mild, checking the wilde with power:
The Starre of other Stares, and Sterne of Our:
The Rod of Vice, & Vertve's Recompence:
Long Live King IAMES
in all MAGNIFICENCE:
VRANIA.
And (full of DAYES)
When (in his Bliss-full Bowr)
Heavens King shal crown thee with th'immortal flowr,
Fall all These Blessings on that forward Prince
Henrie (our Hope) to crown His Excellence
A King at Home, abroad a Conqveror;
So Happily, that wee may still Conclude,
Our Sunne did Sette and yet no Night ensew'd.
When (in his Bliss-full Bowr)
Heavens King shal crown thee with th'immortal flowr,
Fall all These Blessings on that forward Prince
Henrie (our Hope) to crown His Excellence
A King at Home, abroad a Conqveror;
So Happily, that wee may still Conclude,
Our Sunne did Sette and yet no Night ensew'd.
YOVR MAIESTIES Most loyall Subiect &
Humble Servant IOSVAH SYLVESTER.
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