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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A20832	The owle by Michaell Drayton ...	Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631.	1604 (1604)	STC 7213; ESTC S1539	20,271	58

Strictly together th'Elaments were clasp'd And in their rough hands one the other grasp'd That each did others quallitie deface Beautie was buried light could finde no place But when th'al-seeing Soueraigne did disperse Each to his place vpon the vniuerse To his owne region and his contrarie Enuy'd his place impungn'd his qualitie Fyer Aire Earth Water in their Mansion sate By that great God to them appropriate All is compos'd within this goodly roome A perfect shape this Embrion is become Which thus disseuered by their friendly jarres Contriue the worlds continuance by their warres So in confusion members are inclosd To frame a state if orderly dispos'd For to the proud maleuolent aspect Of angry Saturne that would all direct The long exiled but Imperious Loue When for his regal Soueraigntie he stroue With god-like state and presence of a King Calmes Saturnes rage his furie limiting But leaue we those vnto their owne decay Other occasions hasten vs away Let Princes viewe what their poore subjects trye Blinde is that sight that 's with anothers eye It is full time that we should get vs hence O mightic Soueraigne Oceans of offence Stand here opposed in my passing by When in a Chamber nere thy Maiestie A jetting Iaye accomplished and braue That well could speake well could him-selfe behaue His Congeis Courtly his demeanor rare As strangely fashion'd as his clothes he ware Which could each man with complement salute And to the VVood-Cocke fram'd a speciall sute Who him imbracing like a braineles foole Desir'd him sit commaunding him a stoole The jolly Iaye thus graced by a Peere Pluckes vp his spirits and with a formall cheere Breakes ther-with-all into most strange reports Of Flemmish newes surprising Townes and Fortes Of troubles rais'd in France against the King Spanish Armadoes and embattailing Protesting method in Intelligence To be a thing mightie consequence And pawnes his soule he can deuise away Which put in acte the Leaguers loose the day To frame a Bridge of Bow-string o're the Rhine Supplant the Alps and lay them smooth and plaine And that if all the Princes of the North Will with an Armie Royall set him forth Before the yeere expyr'd that is to come He will with Burbon new be-leaguer Rowe Then of his knowledge in the Cabalist And what pertaines vnto an Exorcist Then of Philacters what their vertue be Homers Nepenthe and of his degree Each seuerall vse in practique what it is How much he wants that doth these secrets misse And by some little piller in that place To giue some Window or some Chymnie grace Now to proportion presently doth run And talkes of the Collossus of the Sun Of Columes the Diameters doth tell Euen from the Bace vnto the Capitell And by the Roose he something both allude And will demonstrate of the Magnitude And what is all this from his addle pate But like a Starling that is taught to prate And with a lisping garbe this most rare man Speakes French Dutch Spanish and Italian No day doth passe he doth his compasse misse To send to that Lord or to visit this And kissing of his clawe his Cox-combe bare Is come to see how their good graces fare And presently vnto their face reports Their rare perfections woundred at in Courts Scratching the Ideot by his itching eares Heauens spit downe vengeance or dissolue in teares And send the Ibis to repulse our shame to driue those Locusts to whence first they came Woe to these slaues whose shape the deuill tooke To tempt the holy Esay at his booke O morall Mantuan liue thy verses long Honor attend thee and thy reuerend Song Who seekes for truth say'st thou must tread the path Of the sweet priuate life which ennies wrath VVhich poys'ned tongues which vaine affected prase Can-not by scorne suppresse by flatrery raise For Adulation but if search be made His dayly mansion and his vsuall trade Is in the Monarchs Court in Princes Halles VVhere Godly zeale he by contempt inthralles There calles he euill good the good tearmes euill And makes a Saint of an incarnate deuill These boldely censure and dare set at naught The noblest wit the most Heroique thought This Carion Iaye approaching to the spring VVhere the sweet Muses wont to sit and sing VVith filthy ordure so the same defyl'd As they from thence are vtterly exyl'd Banish their issue from whose Sacred rage Flowes the full glory of each plentious age Still with the Prophets chalenging their partes The sweet Companions of the Liberall Artes. Those rare Promethij fetching fire from Heauen To whome the functions of the Gods are giuen Raysing fraile dust with their redoubled flame Mounted with Hymnes vpon the wings of Fame Ordayn'd by nature Truch-men for the great To fire their Noble harts with glorious heat You Sun-bred Ayerie whose immortall birth Beares you aloft beyond the sight of earth The heauen-tuch'd feathers of whose sprightly wings Strikes from aboue the Pallaces of Kings By how much neerer you ascend the Skye Doe lessen still to euery mortall eye Who in this time contemptfull greatnes late Scorn'd and disgrac'd which earst renown'd hir state O basterd mindes vnto this vylenes brought To loath the meanes which first your honors wrought But who their great profession can protect That rob them selues of their owne due respect For they whose mindes should be exhal'd and hye As free and noble as cleere Poesye In the slight fauour of some Lord to come Basely doe crouch to his attending grome Immortall gift that art not bought with golde That thou to peasants should be basely solde And thus euen cloy'd with busines of the Court To neighbour Groues inuyting my resort Where I suppos'd the solitarie Owle Might liue secure vnseene of any fowle Loe in a valley peopled thick with trees Where the soft day continuall Euening sees Where in the moyst and melancholy shade The grasse growes rancke but yeelds a bitter blade I found a poore Crane sitting all alone That from his brest sent many a throbbing grone Groueling he lay that sometime stood vpright Maim'd of his joynts in manie a doubtfull fight His Ashie coate that bore a glosse so faire So often kis'd of the enamored aire Worne all to ragges and fretted so with rust That with his feete he troad it in the dust And wanting strength to beare him to the springs The spyders woue their webbs euen in his wings And in his traine their filmie netting cast He eate not wormes wormes eate on him so fast His wakefull eies that in proud foes despight Had watch'd the walles in many a Winters night And neuer winck'd nor from their object fled When heauens dread thunder ratled ore his head Now couered ouer with dimme cloudy kelles And shruncken vp into their slymie shelles Poore Bird that striuing to bemoane thy plight I cannot do thy miseries their right Perceiuing well he found me where I stood And he alone thus poorely in the Wood To him I stept desiring him to showe The