A poore Knight his Pallace of priuate pleasures Gallantly garnished, with goodly Galleries of strang inuentio[n]s and prudently polished, with sundry pleasant Posies, & other fine fancies of dainty deuices, and rare delightes. Written by a student in Ca[m]bridge. And published by I. C. Gent |
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To Thomas Tur. by the example of Perillus, alluding to
Quod tibi non vis fieri, alteri ne feceris.
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To Thomas Tur. by the example of Perillus, alluding to Quod tibi non vis fieri, alteri ne feceris.
Had not the cruell bloody kinde, imbrued it selfe with blood,No doute the life of Phallaris, might soone haue doone much good.
For why? yll manners did corrupt, and banisht ciuell kinde,
And gasping thirst of humaine blood, defilde a worthy minde.
Whose workes be yet this day, to see how much hee stood in awe,
Of Sages wise, whom hee esteemde, which did neglect the law.
Of him and of his Tortures great, all voyde of sparkes of loue,
Who hath not read, and yet once red, whose harts doth hee not moue?
Did not Perillus bloody wretch (whose factes my greefe renew)
From Athens bring the brazen Bull, if Poets workes be trew?
Hoping of him which loued the same, for to obtaine the prise,
Whose wordes did soone bewray his Art, and vttered his deuise.
Oh noble Kinge (quoth hee) beholde, in Athens where I dwell,
Thy fame is spred, for why eche one, thy tyranny doth tell.
The Brute wherof vnto my eare, by chaunce did come of late,
As well of thee as of thy life, and of thy prosperous state.
And by my trade (oh noble Kinge) I vse to worke in Brasse,
Loe here a worke, which of good will, I offer to your grace.
The like to it since Saturns dayes, was neuer wrought before,
Nor as I thinke by mortall hands, can neuer bee made more.
For lot, the Torture is so strange, the torment is such paine,
The like to it you haue not had, nor shall not haue againe:
These wordes inflamed his furious hart, which thirsted after blood,
And to Perillus furiously, hee spake with raging moode.
And sayd, Perillus shew the vse, cease not for to declare,
And I will well reward thy paines, Perillus doo not feare.
A slender flame beeing made with out, hee shall consume and fry.
His speech shall turne like to the noyse, that liuing bulles doth make,
And for a terror to thy foes, I made it for thy sake,
Possesse the same: which done, the Kinge his glosing wordes to try,
First put Perillus in the Bull, where hee him selfe did die.
And after him that cursed Bull, to many brought great smart,
And Phallaris did ende his life, within Perillus Art.
By whose cruell end, I doo perceiue that counsell wise to bee,
Doo thou no worse to other men, then they all doo to thee.
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