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A16884	Englands Parnassus: or the choysest flowers of our moderne poets, with their poeticall comparisons Descriptions of bewties, personages, castles, pallaces, mountaines, groues, seas, springs, riuers, &c. Whereunto are annexed other various discourses, both pleasaunt and profitable.	Albott, Robert, fl. 1600.	1600 (1600)	STC 378; ESTC S100113	209,794	528

dies Loue is all truth lust full of forced lies W. Shakespeare Where whoredome raignes there murder follows fast As falling leaues before the winters blast R. Greene. Lust is a fire and for an houre or twaine Giueth a scorching blaze and then he dies H. C. O deeper sinne then bottomlesse conceit Can comprehend in still imagination Drunken desire must vomit his receit Ere he can see his owne abhomination While lust is in his pride no exclamation Can cure his heate or raigne his rash desire Till like a Iade selfe-will himselfe do tire VV. Shakespeare Lust neuer taketh ioy in what is due But leaues knowne delights to seeke out new S. Daniell In chastitie is euer prostitute Whose trees we loath when we haue pluckt the fruite G. Chapman Eschue vile Venus toyes she cuts off age And learne this lesson of and teach thy friend By pocks death sudden begging harlots end M. of M. The lechars toong is neuer voyd of guile Nor Crocodile wants teares to win his praie The subtillest temptor hath the sweetest stile With rarest musicke Syrens soon'st betraie M. Drayton Lust puts the most vnlawfull things in vre Nor yet in limits euer could be bounded Till he himselfe himselfe hath quite confounded Idem Abandon lust if not for sin yet to auoyd the shame So hogs of Ithacus his men the Latian witch did frame VV. Warner That great Phisition that had liu'd in helth age admirde Did answer askt the cause not he had done as flesh desirde Idem The Spartans war for rapted queene to Ilions ouerthrow The Monarch of Assiria chang'd and Latine kings also For Tarquins lust Idem Each house for lust a harbor and an Inne Each citie is a sanctuary for sinne And all do pitie beautie in distresse If beautie chaste then onely pittilesse M. Drayton Lawes Deriue thy lawes from wisest heads to be vpholden still Not adding or abstracting as conceited tire brains will Encourage good men by thy loue reforme the bad by lawe Reserue an eare for either plea and borrow leaue of awe VV. VVarner In vaine be counsells statutes humaine lawes When chiefe of Councells pleades the iustest cause M. Drayton So constantly the Iudges conster lawes That all agree still with the stronger cause M. of M. Pansamias and Lisander by their swords And warlike vertues made Lacaena rich Fame followed them where they the tents did pitch But graue Licurgus by his lawes and words Did merit more then these renowned Lords D. Lodge Licurgus for good lawes lost his owne libertie And thought it better to prefer common commoditie G. Gascoigne That Lawyer thogh he more by art thē right doth ouerthrow Consents to sin deceiues the Iudge wrōg right is iustice foe VV. VVarner Libertie Sweete libertie to vs giues leaue to sing What world it was where loue the rule did beare How foolish chaunce by lots rul'd euery thing How errour was maine saile each waue a teare The Mr. loue himselfe deepe sighes weare winde Cares rowd with vowes the ship vnmerry minde False hope as firme oft turn'd the boate about In constant faith stood vp for middle mast Dispaire the cable twisted all with doubt Held griping griefe the piked Anchor fast Bewtie was all the rockes VV. Watson O liberty how much is that man blest Whose happie fortunes do his fa●es areede That for deserts reioyces to be freede Th. Storer Sweete libertie the lifes best liuing flame I. Markham Our lands may come againe but libertie once lost Can neuer find such recōpence as counteruails the cost G. Gascoigne Learne freedome and felicitie haukes flying where they list Be kindlier more sound then haukes best tended to the ●ist vv vvarner He liues to die a noble death that life forefreed once spends Idem The name of Libertie The watchword of rebellion euer vsde The idle Eccho of vncertaintie That euermore the simple hath abusde S. Daniell Life All mans life me seemes a Tragedie Full of sad sighes and sore Catastrophes First comming to the world with weeping eie Where all his dayes like dolorous Trophies Are heapt with spoyles of fortune and of feare And he at last laid forth on balefull beare Ed. Spencer Our life is but a step in dustie way S. Phil. Sidney This mortall life as death is tride And death giues life M. Roydon What in this life we haue or can desire Hath time of grow'th and moment of retire D. Lodge Our bodies euery foot-step that they make March toward death vntill at last they die Whether we worke or play or sleep or wake Our life doth passe and with times wings doth flie I. Dauies The life of man a warfare right in body and in soule Resignes his robbed carkasse to be rolled in the mould W. Warner The terme of life is limited Ne may a man prolong or shorten it The souldier may not moue from watchfull stid Nor leaue his stand vntill his captaine bid Ed. Spencer The longer life I wot the greater sin The greater sin the greater punishment Idem Thus passeth with the ouerplus of life The pleasant spring and flower of mortall life The Aprils pompe once subiect to decay Returnes not in the bud that earst was rife Whilest mornings weepe the liuely flower doth bost Then pluck the stalke and let not it be lost D. Lodge The sunne doth set and brings againe the day But when our life is gone we sleepe for aye Th. Ach. Sunne sets and riseth goes downe and quickly reuiueth But mans light once out eternall darknesse abideth Ab. Fraunce All mortall men must from this life be gone Of life and death there are more soules then one The greatest and most glorious thing on ground May often need the helpe of weakest hand So feeble is mans state and life vnsound That in assurance it may neuer stand Till it disordered be from earthly band Ed. Spencer The restlesse life which men here lead May be resembled to the tender plant It springs it sprouts as babes in cradle breed Flourish in May like youthes that wisedome want In Autumne ripe and rots least store waxe scant In winter shrinkes and shrowdes from euery blast Like crooked age when lustie youth is past G. Gascoigne The wicked liuers oftentimes haue wicked ends S. I. H. Life is not lost said she for which is bought Endles renowne that more then death is to be sought Ed. Spencer Better it is for one to liue obscure Then in a publike state to liue vnsure D. Lodge No life is blest that is not grac't with loue B. Ihonson They double life that dead things griefe sustaine They kill that feele not their friends liuing paine G Chapman That life 's ill spar'd that 's spar'd to cast more bloud S. Daniell Loue. Of Loue 's perfection perfectly to speake Or of his nature rightly to define Indeed doth farre surpasse our reasons reach And needs this priest t' expresse his power diuine For long before the world he was yborne And bred aboue in Venus bosome deare For by his

tremble when I thinke Her cheekes are like the blushing clowde That beautifies Auroras face Or like the siluer crimson shrowde That Phoebus smiling locks doe grace Her lips are like two budded Roses Whom ranks of Lillies neighbour nie vvhich with bounds she stil incloses Apt to intice a deitie Her necke is like a stately towre vvhere Loue himselfe in pleasure lies To watch for glaunces euery howre From her diuine and sacred eyes Her paps are centers of delight Her paps are rocks of heauenly flame vvhere Nature moulds the dew of light To feede perfection with the same With orient pearle with Rubie red vvith Marble white with azure blew Her body euery way is fed Yet soft in touch and sweet in view Nature herselfe her shape admires The Gods are wounded in her sight And Loue forsakes his heauenly fires And at her eyes his brands doth light D. Lodge She lay and seemd a flood of Diamant Bounded in flesh as stil as Vespers haire When not an Aspen leafe is stird with ayre She lay at length like an immortal soule At endlesse rest in blest Elizium And then did true felicitie inroule So faire a Lady figure of her kingdom Now as she lay attirde in nakednes His eye did carue him on that feast of feasts Sweet fieldes of life which deaths foote dare not presse Flowrd with th'vnbroken waues of my loues breasts See wherewith bent of gold curld into knots In her heads groue the spring-bird Lameat nests Her body doth present those fields of peace vvhere soules are feasted with the soule of ease To proue which Paradice that nurseth these See see the golden riuers that renowne it Rich Gyhon Tigris Phison Euphrates Two from her bright Pelopian shoulders crowne it And two out of her snowy hills doe glide That with a deluge of delight doe drowne it These highest two their precious streames deuide To tenne pure floods that do the body dutie Bounding themselues in length but not in beauty These wind theyr courses through the paynted bowers And raise such sounds in theyr inflection As ceaselesse start from earth fresh sorts of flowers And bound that booke of life with euery section In these the Muses dare not swim for drowning Theyr sweetnes poysons with such sweet infection And leaues the onely lookers on them swouning These formes and colour makes them so to shine That Gods for them would cease to be diuine G. Chapman Her Lilly hand her rosie cheekes lie vnder Coosning the pillow of a lawfull kisse Who therefore angry seemes to part in sunder Swelling on eyther side to want his blisse Betweene whose hills her head entombed is Where like a vertuous monument she lyes To be admirde of lewd vnhallowed eyes VVithout the bed her other fayre hand was On the greene Couerlet whose perfect white Shewd like an Aprill daisie on the grasse vvith pearlie sweat resembling dewe of night Her eyes like Marigolds had sheath'd theyr light And canopied in darknes sweetly lay Till they might open to adorne the day Her haire like golden threds playd with her breath O modest wantons wanton modestie Shewing lifes tryumph in the Map of death And deaths dim lookes in lifes mortalitie Each in her sleepe themselues so beautifie As if betweene them twaine there were no strife But that life liu'd in death and death in life Her breasts like Iuory globes circled with blew A payre of mayden worlds vnconquered Saue of theyr Lord no bearing yoke they knew And him by oath they truly honoured These worlds in Tarquin new ambition bred vvho like a foule vsurper went about From this faire throne to heaue the owner out W. Shakespeare Starres fall to fetch fresh light from her rich eyes Her bright brow driues the sunne to clowdes beneath Her haires reflexe with red strakes paint the skies Sweet morne and euening dew falls from her breath T. Nash Fayrer then Isaacks louer at the vvell Brighter then inside barke of new hewen Cedar Sweeter then flames of fire-perfumed Mirrhe And comlier then the siluer clowdes that daunce On Zephyrus wings before the King of heauen G. Peele Her lookes were like beames of the morning sunne Forth-looking through the windowes of the East When first the fleecie cattell haue begunne Vpon the pearled grasse to make theyr feast Her thoughts are like the fume of Francensence Which from a golden Censor forth did rise And throwing forth sweet odours mounts from thence In rolling globes vp to the vaulted skies There she beholds with hie aspyring thought The cradle of her owne creation Among the seates of Angels heauenly wrought Much like an Angell in all forme and fashion S. Daniell Her locks are pleighted like the fleece of wooll That Iason with his Grecian mates atchiu'd As pure as gold yet not from gold deriu'd As full of sweets as sweet of sweetes is full Her browes are prety tables of conceate Where Loue his records of delight doth quote On them her dallying locks doe daily floate As loue ful oft doth feede vpon the baite Her eyes faire eyes like to the purest lights That animate the sunne or cheere the day In whom the shining sun-beames brightly play vvhilst fancie doth on them deuine delights Her cheekes like ripened Lillies steept in wine Or fayre Pomegranate kirnels washt in milke Or snow-white threds in nets of Crimson silke Or gorgeous clowdes vpon the sunnes decline Her lips like Roses ouer-washt with dew Or like the Purple of Narcissus flowre No frost theyr faire no wind doth wrest theyr powre But by her breath theyr beauties do renew Her christal chin like to the purest mould Enchast with dainties Daisies soft and white Where Fairies faire pauilion once is pight Whereas embrasd his beauties he doth hold Her necke like to an Iuory shining towre Where through with azure vaines sweet Nectar runnes Or like the downe of swanns Or like delight that doth it selfe deuoure Her paps are like fayre apples in the prime As round as orient pearles as soft as downe They neuer vaile theyr faire through winters frowne But from these sweets Loue suckt his sommer time Her bodies beauties best esteemed bowre Delicious comely dainty without staine The thought whereof not toucht hath wrought my paine Whose face so faire all beauties doth distaine Her maiden wombe the dwelling house of pleasure Not like for why no like surpasseth wonder O blest is he may bring such beauties vnder Or search by suite the secrets of that treasure R. Greene. Like to Diana in her sommer weede Girt with a Crimson robe of brightest die goes fayre Samela As fayre Aurora in her morning gray Deckt with the ruddy lustre of her loue is fayre Samela Like louely Thetis on a calmed day When as her brightnes Neptunes fancie moues Shines faire Samela Her tresses gold her eyes like glassie streames Her teeth are pearle the breasts are Iuory of faire Samela Her cheekes like rosie-lillies yeeld forth gleames Her browes bright arches framde of Ebonie thus faire Samela Passeth faire Venus in

was brought Euen so likewise by death was freedome wrought E. of Surrey Nought is immortall vnderneath the Sun All things are subiect to deaths tyrannie Both clownes kings one selfesame course must run And whatsoeuer liues is sure to die Th. Kyd. Death's alwaies readie and our time is knowne To be at heauens dispose and not our owne Idem The brauest are as blossomes and the longest liuer dies And dead the loueliest creature as the lothsoms carion lies W. Warner Our frailties done are written in the flowers Which flourish now and fade away ere many howres S. Daniell All earthly things be borne To die the death for nought long time may last The sunne his beautie yeelds to winters blast I. H. M. of Magist Is' t not gods deed what euer thing is done In heauen and earth Did not he all create To die againe all ends that was begunne Their times in his eternall bookes of fate Are written sure and haue their certaine date Who then can striue with strong necessitie That holds the world in his still chaunging state Or shun the death ordaind by desteny When houre of death is come let none aske whence or why Ed. Spencer Death amongst all deales equally For hee 's impartiall and with one selfe hand Cuts off both good and bad none can withstand Ch. Middleton Death certaine is to all the prouerbe saith Vncertaine is to all the houre of death S. I. Harr. Transl Pale fearefull death with bloudy dart doth strike The wretched caitiffe and the king alike Vntimely neuer comes the lifes last meere In cradle death may rightly claime his debt Straight after birth is due the fatall beere By deaths permission th' aged linger heere Euen in the swath-bands our commission goeth To loose thy breath that yet but yoongly bleweth I. H. Mir. of M. All musicke sleepes where death doth lead the daunce Ed. Spencer Let nature for perfection mould a paragon each way Yet death at last on finest lumps of liuing flesh wil pray For nature neuer framed it that neuer shall decay VV. VVarner Fatall death the emperor of graues I. Markham Death is the key which vnlockes miserie And lets them out to blessed libertie M. Drayton All is but lost that liuing we bestowed If not well ended at our dying day O man haue mind of that last bitter rage For as the tree doth fall so lies it euer lowe Ed. Spencer No feare of death should force vs to do ill Th. Kyd. When for feare of an ensuing ill We seeke to shorten our appointed race Then t is for feare that we our selues do kill So fond we are to feare the worlds disgrace Idem Happie thrice happie who so lost his breath That life he gaineth by his godly death Vnwise and wretched men to weet what 's good or ill We deeme of death as doome of ill desert But know we fooles what it vs brings vntill Die would we daily once it too expert No danger there the shepheard can a start Faire fields and pleasant fields there beene The fields aye fresh the grasse aye greene Ed. Spencer This same Which we call death the soules release from woe The worke which bring our blisse to happie frame Sildome arrests the bodie but we finde Some notice of it written in our minde I. Markham The worth of all men by their end esteeme And then due praise or due reproach them yeeld S. Spencer Death is an euill doome To good and bad the common Inne of rest But after death the triall is to come When best shall be to them that liued best But both alike when death hath both supprest Religious reuerence doth buriall teene Which who so wants wants so much of his rest For all so great shame after death I weene As selfe to dien bad vnburied bad to beene Ed. Spencer Beasts with carelesse steppes to laethe go Where men whose thoughts and honours clime on hie Liuing with fame must learne with fame to die D. Lodge Death but an acted passion doth appeare Where truth giues courage and the conscience cleare M. Drayton Who dies the vtmost dolour must abide But who that liues is left to waile his losse So life is losse and death felicitie Sad life worse then glad death and greater crosse To see friends graue then dead the graue selfe to engrosse Ed. Spencer In wretches sudden death at once There long-some ill is buried with their bones Th. Hudson Transl Death is to him that wretched life doth lead Both grace and gaine but he in hell doth lie That liues a loathed life and wishing cannot die Ed. Spencer Death is most louely sweet and amiable But captiu'd life for foulenesse admirable I. Marston The toongs of dying men Inforce attention like deep harmony Where words are scarce they are sildom spent in vaine For they breath truth that breath their words in paine He that no more must say is lissened more Then they whom youth ease haue taught to glose More are mens ends markt then their liues before The setting sunne and musick at the close As the last tast of sweet is sweetest tast Writ in remembrance more then things long past W. Shakespeare Delaie On the one side doubt on the other sate Delaie Behind the gate that none her might espie Whose manner was all passengers to staie And entertaine with her occasions slie Through which some lost great hope vnheedilie Which neuer they recouer might againe And others quite excluded forth did lie Long languishing there in vnpittied paine And seeking often entrance afterward in vaine Ed. Spencer Daunger growes by lingring till the last And phisicke hath no helpe when life is past Th. Watson Oft things done perhaps do lesse annoy Then may the doing handeled with delay S. Daniell Delaie in close awaite Caught hold on me and thought my steps to stay Faining stil many a fond excuse to prate And time to steale the treasure of mans day Whose smallest minute lost no riches render may Ed. Spencer Times delay new hope of helpe still breeds Idem Fearfull tormenting Is leaden seruitor to dull delay W. Shakespeare He that will stop the brooke must then begin When sommers heat hath dried vp the spring And when his pittering streames are low and thin For let the winter aid vnto them bring He growes to be of watry flouds the king And though you damme him vp with loftie rankes Yet will he quickly ouerflow his bankes R. Greene. Ill newes deferring is a plague as great as an ill newes Ab. Fraunce Delay in loue breeds doubts but sharpe deniall death· W. Shakespeare Intermission suffers men dispute What dangers are and cast with further care Colde doubt cauells with honour scorneth fame And in the end feare waighes downe faith with shame S. Daniel Where hearts be knit what helpes if not in ioy Delay breeds doubts no cunning to be ioy M. D. Delight In things without vs no Delight is sure· G. Chapman A sweete in shape is but a bad Delight D.

highest mount That blood-red billowes like a walled front On either side disparted with his rod Till that his army dry foot through them yode Dwelt fortie dayes vpon where writ in stone With bloudy letters by the hand of God The bitter doombe of death and balefull mone He did receiue whiles flashing fire about him shonne Or like that sacred hill whose head full hie Adornd with fruitfull Oliues all around Is as it were for endlesse memorie Of that deare Lord who oft thereon was found For euer with a flowring garlond crownd Or like that pleasant mount that is for aye Through famous Poets verse each where renownd On which the thrice three learned Ladies play Their heauenly notes and make full many a louely lay Ed. Spencer Right in the middest of the paradize There stood a stately mount on whose round top A gloomy groue of mirtle trees did rise Whose shady bowes sharpe steele did neuer lop Nor wicked beasts their tender buds did crop But like a girlond compassed the height And from their fruitfull sides sweet gumme did drop That all the ground with pretious deaw bedight Threw forth most dainty Odors most sweet delight And in the thickest couert of that shade There was a pleasant arbor not by art But of the trees owne inclination made Which knitting their ranke braunches part to part With wand in yuie twine intraild a thwart And Eglantine and Caprifoile among Fashion'd aboue within their inmost part That neither Phaebus beams could through them thrōg Nor Aeolus sharp blast could worke them any wrong Idem It was an hill plac't in an open plaine That round about was bordered with a wood Of matchlesse height that seemd th' earth disdaine In which all trees of honour stately stood And did all winter as in sommer bud Spreading pauilions for the birds to bowre Within their lower braunches sung aloud And in the tops the soaring haukes did towre Sitting like King of fowles in maiestie and power And at the foote thereof a gentle floud His siluer waues did softly tumble downe Vnmard with ragged mosse of filthy mud Ne mote wild beasts ne mote the ruder clowne Thereto approach ne filth mote therein drowne But Nymphes and Fairies by the bankes did sit In the woods shade which did the waters crowne Keeping all noisome things away from it And to the waters fall tuning their accents fit And on the toppe thereof a spacious plaine Did spread it selfe to serue to all delight Either to daunce when they to daunce would faine Or else to course about their bases light Ne ought there wanted which for pleasure might Desired be or thence to banish bale So pleasantly the hill with equall height Did seeme to ouerlooke the lowly vale Therefore it rightly cleped was Mount Acidale They say that Venus when she did dispose Her selfe to pleasance vied to resort Vnto this place and therein to repose And rest her selfe as in a gladsome port Or with the graces there to play and sport Ed. Spencer It was a chosen plot of fertile land Amongst the wild waues set like a litle nest As if it had by natures cunning hand Bene choicely picked out from all the rest And laid forth for ensample of the best No daintie flower nor hearbe that growes on ground No arboret with painted blossomes drest And smelling sweete but there it might be found To bud out faire her sweet smels throw all around No tree whose braunches did not brauely spring No braunch wherein a fine bird did not sit No bird but did her shrill notes euer sing No song but did containe a louely dit Trees braunches birds and songs were framed fit For to allure fraile minds to carelesse ease Idem Groaue A sandy Groaue not farre away they spide That promisd aid the tempest to withstand Whose loftie trees yclad with sommers pride Did spread so broade that heauens light did hide Not pierceable with power of any starre And all within were pathes and allies wide With footing worne and leading inward farre Ed. Spencer The porch was all of Porphyrie and Tutch In which the sumptuous building raised was With Images that seem'd to moue see touch Some hewd in stone some caru'd in round cut brasse Also within the beauty was as much Vnder a stately arch they strait did passe Vnto a court that good proportion bare And was each way one hundred cubits square Each of these sides a porch had passing faire That with an arch is into colours placed Of equall sise they seemed euery paire Yet sundry workes with them they better graced At each of these a wide large easie staire Without the which all buildings are defaced And those same staires so lately mounting led Each to a chamber richly furnished The colours hie the chaplets gilt with gold The cornishes inricht with things of cost The marbles set from farre and dearly sold By cunning workemen carued and embost With Images and Antiques new and old Though now the night thereof concealed most Shew that that worke so rich beyond all measure Could scant be builded with a Princes treasure But nothing did so much the sight inrich As did the plenteous fountaine that did stand Iust placed in the middle vnder which The Pages spred a Table out of hand And brought forth napery rich and plate more rich And meats the choysest of the sea or land For though the house had stately roomes full many Yet in the sommer this was best of any This fountaine was by curious workemen brought To answere to the rest with double square Eight female statues of white marble wrought With their left hands an azure skie vpbare With raining still expelled heate and drought From all that vnder it or neare it are In these right hands was Amaltheas horne By euery one of those eight statures borne Each of those statues rested both their feete Vpon two Images of men belowe That seemd delighted with the noise so sweete That from the water came that there did flowe Also they seemd the Ladies lowly greete As though they did their names and vertues knowe In all their hands they held long scrowles of writings Of their owne pennings and their owne endightings And in faire golden letters were their names Both of the women wrought and of the men The women were eight chaste and sober dames That now do liue but were vnborne as then The men were Poets that their worthy fames In time to come should praise with learned pen. These Images bare vp a brazen tressell On which there stood a large white marble vessell This tooke the water from that Azure skie From whence with turning of some cocke or vice Great store of water would mount vpon hie And wet all that same court euen in a trice S. I. Harrington When many a weary step Had brought vs to the top of yonder mount Milde Zephirus embrac'd vs in his armes And in a cloude of sweete and rich perfumes Cast vs into the lap of that greene meade