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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A04260	His Maiesties poeticall exercises at vacant houres	James I, King of England, 1566-1625.; Du Bartas, Guillaume de Salluste, seigneur, 1544-1590.	1591 (1591)	STC 14379; ESTC S108288	44,587	126

Polipus And Polipus againe For Congre-Eels feares and neerthelesse The selfe same Lobster to Ouercums this Eele who victor is Euen of her victor lo Yea euen do by a secret MARS Most noysome quarrels ludge In very senselesse stocks of plants Reteining still their grudge Thou DENYS euermore a childe O Father sleepie still If plant beside the leauie keall Thy fertill stocke they will He drawes himselfe abacke beliue And paile growne all his leaues For spite or feare by flight himselfe From neighbourhead such bereaues As in like maner to reuenge The branches bearing wine Neere Rew and Origane planted keal By them is killed syne The tree Dodonean and the tree By ATTIQVE land beloued The traces leaues of ancient pickes Remaining vnremooued Euen in their widdow holes O thou Invincible debate That makes the one ne liue can where The other liu'd of late That raignes into the verie tombe Doth to the PARQVES resist And neuer does thy hatred wash In flouds of LETHES mist Euen so a Tambour cou'red with A simple muttons skinne Doth burst affraidlie onely at The sound and ratling dinne Of bloodie rauening Woolfs-skinne And Sick-like the trypes well throwne Of that so glutton brigand breakes With secret force vnknowne The guts of sheepe whome in the place Of longsome bleating still They after hend their death make on A sweet Lute speake at will And of the royall Egle al 's The strange deuouring plume Does wondrously the fethers of All other foules consume The Heauen first mobile with the selfe Doth carie and remoue More swifter farre then any wind By this his course aboue The rest of all the heauens backdrawing Their Torches giuing light From ALEXANDERS Alters to The Pillars HERCVLES pight But mortall ADAM as the king Of all things heere belaw He being straied vnto the way Of death does all things draw And blinded Pilot on a Sea Most deadlie and in fire This worlds Ship guides against the rocks Of furious heauenlie ire Which softlie sliding of before Was fleeting euer still Both vnder-a skilfull Skipper and A Zephyre calme at will For or he did reuolt he could Not cast his wondring eies Vpon no part but through it all Almightie God he sees He finds him in the earth as to The Seas he feeles him there Contemplats him in Heauen and sees Him painted in the air Our world was nothing but a great Large Shop that open stood Where magnifiquelie God displaid His treasures fair and good This WHOLE was but a mirrour fair Which bright on euery side The goodnes represented viue With great God that doth bide But man vnhappy can not find Since this his sinne and fall Plant stone or liuing creature Yard wood nor flood at all Plaine Feild Hill Dale Sea Shore or Hauen Where he may draw his breath That hath not written into the brow The hard doome of his death In short euen all the compasse of This Fabrique large and round Is but a very store-house of Gods wrath that doth abound Man in rebelling thus against The soueraigne great I say Doth feele his subjects all enarm'd Against him euerie way The air by winds sturr'd AMPHITRITE Doth stormie make a gild The Heauen most sadlie black The earth With brierie thornes fulfild As fredd now from the oth of their Fidelitie and trust The honour doe reuenge on him Euen of the Godhead just The influence maligne of starres Coniured doth prouide A secret Hangman for to plague His arrogance and pride The Moone doth deaze and fundie him Her brother rosts him quite The air when he lookes for it least Pursues him in a spite By brimstoned thunders and by raines By blasting of the cornes By frosts confirmd hair-rimmes and Snowes And hailstones sharpe as thornes And VVLCANE whiles fallin out of Heauen Whiles irritate by art Whiles kindled vnder richest roofes By chance in anie part Whiles vom'd out of a mountaine whose Tempestuous gulfe hath store Both of Saltpeeter and of Pitch And Brimstone byting sore Doth rage against him startling still For furie as appeares And wrackes in lesse space then a day The labour-of thousand yeares The Sea by her debording steales His Isles from him withall His flockes vp-swallows and ore-whelmes His townes and makes them fall The Earth all wearie on her face Such burthen for to keepe A burthen cursed and prophane Whiles sinks in darkest deepe A whole great countrie and withall The windie tops and hie Of proudest Palices into Her entrailes hid they be IT IS in hatred euen of him That after manie wayes Shee doth ingratelie barren haru'sts Produce vs now a dayes And for the corne that we do sow Deceitfull doth vs pay With thirsles burning corne and with The vaprous Darnell ay And with the Fitches smoaring corne With sticking Burres and rough And guylefull hope of Windle-stray That 's but an emptie slough All this were little if that as Step-mother cruell sho Would not produce the Wort-berrie Our furious enemie Lo The Hen-bane blacke and Ches-bow al 's That cold-ryfe doth vs keepe Doufe yeuking flesh and shuddring colde And makes vs euer sleepe The stonnishing Carpase Humlocke al 's That smores vs by his might Yee-feet Yce-hands and makes vs isk And dims our clearest sight Sardonien Percell Sennon-drawer And with a laughing cheere The Wolfe-bane Burne-toung swelling lips And crying still with heere The weeping Aconitum and The Ixia binding sore Sad hearted Flacke-wort fosterer of Hydropsie more and more March-Lillies al 's that yeukars be Of flancks the gnawers rude The Mandragore full colde and Ew That kendles vp the blude Plants who doe by their root their suck Or by their little seed A death vnmercifull before The time vnto vs breed The Earth that knowes we loue as we Were bred of brutish kindes Our life lesse and our honour then Her mettals hid in mindes She with her hooks deceitfullie Doth mixe for vs and mell The scumme of Siluer and Arsnicke With cruell poyson fell Our inward parts deuours and so Doth justlie punish right Our couetous lusts with torments sharpe That she makes on vs light So as whiles from one onely mind They foolish draw apace The tortour of soule and martring of Our bodie both allace And what more shall I say but that A Pilot full of skill And aided by the breathing of A friendlie wind at will He cannot with lesse trauell guide The winged fleeting Ship That softlie on the azure salt Of humide field doth slip And that the jugler fine so well Can no waies make to dance Make skarmushes runne and retire And syne againe aduance His little Marmosets whome to His auarice doth giue A Sprite that by the onely art And workemanship doth liue As we most happy did command The silent flocks that do All skalie cleaue the stormie fluds That they doe swimme into And all the flying songsters sweet And the rebellious bands That rush out through the woods or runnes Athwart the bairest lands And at the wind euen of our voyce They trembled fast

strong Then go ye runne ô warlike youth Whome no distresse can dant Another Gaulien Greece into Natolia for to plant Go run in Flanders and do yee Most mercifull releeue Your brethren Belges from the yoake Of Spaine that doth them greeue Run vnto Portugale and people Of new Gallicia now And do your names engraue againe In PORT-VLISSES brow THus louing Reader as thou sees Now haue I made an end Vnto this worke which man did write But by the Lord is pend Wherein as I haue preast to make The Authour knowne to all That into Brittaine I le remaine Where he before was thrall Within the onelie bounds of France So doubt I not thou will Excuse my blotting of his face And blame my lacke of skill Which letted me to imitate His hard and loftie verse His arrowes headed blunt by me As earst could no waies pearce But since both profite may heerein And pleasure reaped be Though metamorphos'd all I grant And quite transform'd by me Yet ought thou justlie loue and like My painefull trauels bent It is sufficient vnto me Thou know my good intent FINIS THE LEPANTO OF IAMES the sixt King of Scotland AT EDINBVRGH PRINTED BY Robert Walde-graue Printer to the Kings Maiestie Cum priuilegio Regali VERITAS CASTITAS THE AVTHORS PREFACE TO THE READER IT falles out often that the effects of mens actions comes cleane contrarie to the intent of the Authour The same finde I by experience beloued Reader in my Poëme of LEPANTO For although till now it haue not bene imprinted yet being set out to the publick view of many by a great sort of stoln Copies purchast in truth without my knowledge or consent it hath for lack of a Praeface bene in some things miscōstrued by sundry which I of verie purpose thinking to haue omitted for that the writing therof might haue tended in my opinion to some reproach of the skilfull learnednes of the Reader as if his braines could not haue conceaued so vncurious a worke without some maner of Commentarie and so haue made the worke more displeasant vnto him it hath by the contrary falen out that the lack therof hath made it the more displeasant to some through their mistaking a part of the meaning thereof And for that I knowe the special thing misliked in it is that I should seeme far contrary to my degree and Religion like a Mercenary Poët to penne a worke ex professo in praise of a forraine Papist bastard I will by setting downe the nature and order of the Poëme resolue the ignorant of their error mak the other sort inexcusable of their captiousnes The nature then of this Poëme is an argument à minore ad majùs largely intreated by a Poetike comparison beeing to the writing hereof mooued by the stirring vppe of the league and cruell persecution of the Protestants in all countries at the very first raging wherof I compiled this Poëme as the exhortatiō to the persecuted in the hinmost eight lines thereof doth plainely testifie being both begun and ended in the same Summer wherein the league was published in France The order of the Cantique is this First a Poetique Praeface declaring the mater I treat of wherein I name not DON-IOAN neither literally nor any waies by description which I behooued to haue doone if I had penned the whole Poëme in his praise as VIRGIL Arma virumque cano HOMER Dic mihi musa virum of whose imitatiō I had not bene ashamed if so my purpose had bene framed Next followes my inuocation to the true God only and not to all the He and She Saints for whose vaine honors DON-IOAN fought in all his wars Next after my inuocation follows the poetique History of my comparison wherin following furth the ground of a true History as VIRGIL or HOMER did like a painter shadowing with vmbers a portrait els drawn in grosse for giuing it greter viuenes so I eike or paire to the circumstaunces of the actions as the rules of the poeticke art will permit which Historicke comparison continues till the song of the Angels in the which I compare and applie the former comparison to our present estate taking occasion thereupon to speake some what of our religion Lastlie the Epilogue of the whole in the last eight lines declares fully my intention in the whole and explaines so fullye my comparison and Argument from the more to the lesse as I cannot without shamefull repetition speake anie more therof And in a word what so euer praise I haue giuen to DON-IOAN in this Poëme it is neither in accompting him as first or second cause of that victorie but onely as of a particular man when hee falles in my way to speake the truth of him For as it becomes not the honour of my estate like an hireling to pen the praise of any man So becomes it far lesse the highnes of my rancke and calling to spare for the feare or fauor of whomsoeuer liuing to speake or write the trueth of anie And thus crauing pardon beloued Reader for this longsome Apologie beeing driuen thereto not by nature but by necessitie I bid you hartely fare-well THE LEPANTO OF IAMES THE SIXT King of Scotland I Sing a wondrous worke of God I sing his mercies great I sing his justice heere-withall Powr'd from his holy seat To wit a cruell Martiall warre A bloodie battell bolde Long doubtsome fight with slaughter huge And wounded manifold Which fought was in LEPANTOES gulfe Betwixt the baptiz'd race And circumsised Turband Turkes Rencountring in that place O onely God I pray thee thrise Thrise one in persons three Alike Eternall like of might Although distinct yee be I pray thee Father through thy Sonne Thy word immortall still The great ARCHANGEL of records And worker of thy will To make thy holie Spreit my Muse And eik my pen inflame Aboue my skill to write this worke To magnifie thy name INTO the turning still of times I erre no time can be Where was and is and times to come Confounded are all three I meane before great God in Heauen For Sunne and Moone deuides The times in Earth by houres and dayes And seasons still that slides Yet Man whome Man must vnderstand Must speake into this cace As man our flesh will not permit Wee heauenlie things imbrace Then as I els began to say One day it did fall out As glorious God in glistering throne With Angells round about Did sit and Christ at his right hand That craftie Satan came Deceauer Lyar hating man And Gods most sacred name This olde abuser stood into The presence of the Lord Then in this manner Christ accus'de The sower of discord I know thou from that City comes CONSTANTINOPLE great Where thou hast by thy malice made The faithles Turkes to freat Thou hast inflamde their maddest mindes With raging fire of wraith Against them all that doe professe My name with feruent fayth How long ô Father shall they thus Quite vnder foote