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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Of Cupid his Campe.
The Argument.
The Gods in Heauen assembled all to feast,In midst of glee Dame Venus telles her fate:
VVherat the Gods in order bee addrest,
Against her foes, for to maintaine her state.
The worlde set wide, the fight therin shalbe,
Dianas force with wauering hands doth fight:
But blody Mars, with Venus doth agree,
And Dians troupe at last is put to flight.
VVhom Cupid chase when shee to woods doth flye,
And Venus sonne, returnes triumphantly.
On
Friday at night I layd mee downe, with slepe to take my rest,
And as in wonted guise before, so was I now addrest:
With slumbring sleepe to take my leaue, of Phebus glittering bemes,
Till Morpheus should bedecke my head, with fantasies and dreames.
And as I lay, so did I looke, with looking long dismayde,
With sodayne sightes my dazeled eyes did make my hart afrayd:
For why within my listning eare, mee though a trumpe did sound,
The noyse wherof did seeme so strange, it cast mee flat on ground.
Strait way there did appeare to mee, a vision where I lay,
Most strange to tell (so much this sight my courage did dismay)
An aged Sire whose glistering face with hoary heares bedeckt
Did sore appale my dreadfull hart, that scant I could erect.
My lingring lymmes, in weried wise I couched one in place,
And glaunced oft with leering lookes, to vew his cumly face.
His limmes were fethered on eche part, and winged on eche syde,
Wherwith hee tooke his speedy flight: at last hee mee espyde.
And thus hee sayth with whirling voyce, make haste do not delay,
Gyrde vp thy loynes, addresse thy selfe, to walke this tedious way.
Wherwith as one berefte of wittes, and of my sences cleane,
I was amazd but did not know, what these his words should meane.
Feare not (quoth hee) stand not in doubt, for Morpheus is my name,
Which led thee forth to Venus Uale when as thou vewedst the same
And as by promise I was bound, so now I come agayne,
To leade thee where thou mayst beholde Diana with her trayne.
In Martiall feelde beeing ready bent, agaynst Dame Venus sonne,
But let vs goe least or wee come, the battell bee begonne.
My Lorde (quoth I) I thanke you much, for this your double payne,
Make haste (quoth hee) let vs depart, make haste quoth hee againe.
Then went wee forth to lofty skyes, our iorney wee did take,
Unto Appollos curious Tente, for hee a feast did make
To all the Gods and Goddesses where Iupiter did sit,
Within a golden chayre of state, and for his honour fit.
Then entred Mars and toke his place, wheras hee thought it best,
And Mercury most welcome there, vnto Apollo his feast.
But gentle Ceres was not come, nor Baccus was not there,
And til they came al things were whist, ye Gods could make no chere,
Neptune bespangled all with skales, ascended to the sky,
And Protheus as his custome is, did sounde couragiously.
Then Tartar Lake began to flash, and Cerberus gan to yell
And all the Feends did homage due, when Pluto came from Hell.
And Pan came forth, with Oaten pipe the shepheards all gan play,
The sheepe stood still and gazed on him, as hee past by the way:
Saturnus with his withered legges, had almost come to late,
But that the Maister of the feast, regarded his estate.
Thus euery one did take his place, in order as they came,
Yea all the Gods and Goddesses, did likewise doo the same.
The Table where these guestes did sit, was rounded round about,
That where the noblest seat there was, twould make one for to dout.
Apollo bearing great goodwill vnto the Muses nyne,
To them when as hee thought it best, a roome hee did assyne.
Then Iuno sate by Iupiter, which did her make abide,
And Pallas twixt God Mercury, and sweete Apollos side.
Dame Ceres with her curious cost, behaued her selfe so well,
That shee and Baccus at that feast, do beare away the bell.
Musitions sounded orderly Proserpine would not heare,
Though Orpheus with his warblinge Harpe, did thinke to finde her there
Arion with his siluer sound, did prayse the Delpins loue,
And with his quauering melody, did all the Sages mooue.
And Amphion that Theban wight, did streeke his stroke so euen,
That Pan is risse from Bacchus campes, and dance about the Heuen.
Then glauncing forth my rowlinge eye, by chaunce it came to passe,
That I espyde at first vnknowne, wheras God Vulcan was.
Who in the kitchin curiously, did worke his wonted feate,
And kindled coales most cunningly, to roste Apollos meat.
The seruiters at instant feast, were laureat Poets all,
Who ready were at becke to bow, when as the Muses call.
There Homer with his filed Pen, a graue and worthy wight,
Among them all did beare the sway, inioyinge it by right.
Hesiodus was not behinde, whom Pan esteemed much,
With Laureate Euripides, and many other such.
The Romans flocked there by heapes, olde Ennius bare the sway,
Whose merits with antiquity, the learned ought to way
There witty Virgill did his best, and Naso there did serue,
And many moe there were at hand, whose merittes fame deserue.
Then Morpheus sayd, loe where he stands that worthy Chauser hight
The cheefest of all Englishmen, and yet hee was a knight.
There Goure did stand, with cap in hand, and Skelton did the same,
And Edwards hee, who while hee liude, did sit in chaire of fame.
Thus euery thing past merely, and Pan good sporte did make,
For Baccus with his sugred tales, had made his brayne to ake.
Then when the Gods had feasted well and good pastime had made,
Twas Cherill his course to come in place, and vse the Amners trade:
Who caryed forth the Amners hutch, vnto the Porters gate
And freely gaue vnto the poore, which were preparde therat.
At last when as the Gods had washte, and rime did well betide,
Iuno and Pallas, with the nyne, withdrew themselues aside.
Then entred in among the Gods, a Dame of cumly cheere,
Although besprent with scalding sighes, shee mourning did appeere,
Twas Venus with her smiling lokes, which came from Smyrdo vale
And to the Gods which sat at feaste, thus shee began her tale.
And as in wonted guise before, so was I now addrest:
With slumbring sleepe to take my leaue, of Phebus glittering bemes,
Till Morpheus should bedecke my head, with fantasies and dreames.
And as I lay, so did I looke, with looking long dismayde,
With sodayne sightes my dazeled eyes did make my hart afrayd:
For why within my listning eare, mee though a trumpe did sound,
The noyse wherof did seeme so strange, it cast mee flat on ground.
Strait way there did appeare to mee, a vision where I lay,
Most strange to tell (so much this sight my courage did dismay)
An aged Sire whose glistering face with hoary heares bedeckt
Did sore appale my dreadfull hart, that scant I could erect.
My lingring lymmes, in weried wise I couched one in place,
And glaunced oft with leering lookes, to vew his cumly face.
His limmes were fethered on eche part, and winged on eche syde,
Wherwith hee tooke his speedy flight: at last hee mee espyde.
And thus hee sayth with whirling voyce, make haste do not delay,
Gyrde vp thy loynes, addresse thy selfe, to walke this tedious way.
Wherwith as one berefte of wittes, and of my sences cleane,
I was amazd but did not know, what these his words should meane.
Which led thee forth to Venus Uale when as thou vewedst the same
And as by promise I was bound, so now I come agayne,
To leade thee where thou mayst beholde Diana with her trayne.
In Martiall feelde beeing ready bent, agaynst Dame Venus sonne,
But let vs goe least or wee come, the battell bee begonne.
My Lorde (quoth I) I thanke you much, for this your double payne,
Make haste (quoth hee) let vs depart, make haste quoth hee againe.
Then went wee forth to lofty skyes, our iorney wee did take,
Unto Appollos curious Tente, for hee a feast did make
To all the Gods and Goddesses where Iupiter did sit,
Within a golden chayre of state, and for his honour fit.
Then entred Mars and toke his place, wheras hee thought it best,
And Mercury most welcome there, vnto Apollo his feast.
But gentle Ceres was not come, nor Baccus was not there,
And til they came al things were whist, ye Gods could make no chere,
Neptune bespangled all with skales, ascended to the sky,
And Protheus as his custome is, did sounde couragiously.
Then Tartar Lake began to flash, and Cerberus gan to yell
And all the Feends did homage due, when Pluto came from Hell.
And Pan came forth, with Oaten pipe the shepheards all gan play,
The sheepe stood still and gazed on him, as hee past by the way:
Saturnus with his withered legges, had almost come to late,
But that the Maister of the feast, regarded his estate.
Thus euery one did take his place, in order as they came,
Yea all the Gods and Goddesses, did likewise doo the same.
The Table where these guestes did sit, was rounded round about,
That where the noblest seat there was, twould make one for to dout.
Apollo bearing great goodwill vnto the Muses nyne,
To them when as hee thought it best, a roome hee did assyne.
Then Iuno sate by Iupiter, which did her make abide,
And Pallas twixt God Mercury, and sweete Apollos side.
Dame Ceres with her curious cost, behaued her selfe so well,
That shee and Baccus at that feast, do beare away the bell.
Musitions sounded orderly Proserpine would not heare,
Though Orpheus with his warblinge Harpe, did thinke to finde her there
Arion with his siluer sound, did prayse the Delpins loue,
And with his quauering melody, did all the Sages mooue.
That Pan is risse from Bacchus campes, and dance about the Heuen.
Then glauncing forth my rowlinge eye, by chaunce it came to passe,
That I espyde at first vnknowne, wheras God Vulcan was.
Who in the kitchin curiously, did worke his wonted feate,
And kindled coales most cunningly, to roste Apollos meat.
The seruiters at instant feast, were laureat Poets all,
Who ready were at becke to bow, when as the Muses call.
There Homer with his filed Pen, a graue and worthy wight,
Among them all did beare the sway, inioyinge it by right.
Hesiodus was not behinde, whom Pan esteemed much,
With Laureate Euripides, and many other such.
The Romans flocked there by heapes, olde Ennius bare the sway,
Whose merits with antiquity, the learned ought to way
There witty Virgill did his best, and Naso there did serue,
And many moe there were at hand, whose merittes fame deserue.
Then Morpheus sayd, loe where he stands that worthy Chauser hight
The cheefest of all Englishmen, and yet hee was a knight.
There Goure did stand, with cap in hand, and Skelton did the same,
And Edwards hee, who while hee liude, did sit in chaire of fame.
Thus euery thing past merely, and Pan good sporte did make,
For Baccus with his sugred tales, had made his brayne to ake.
Then when the Gods had feasted well and good pastime had made,
Twas Cherill his course to come in place, and vse the Amners trade:
Who caryed forth the Amners hutch, vnto the Porters gate
And freely gaue vnto the poore, which were preparde therat.
At last when as the Gods had washte, and rime did well betide,
Iuno and Pallas, with the nyne, withdrew themselues aside.
Then entred in among the Gods, a Dame of cumly cheere,
Although besprent with scalding sighes, shee mourning did appeere,
Twas Venus with her smiling lokes, which came from Smyrdo vale
And to the Gods which sat at feaste, thus shee began her tale.
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