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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A09532	Petrarchs seuen penitentiall psalmes paraphrastically translated: with other philosophicall poems, and a hymne to Christ vpon the crosse. Written by George Chapman	Petrarca, Francesco, 1304-1374.; Chapman, George, 1559?-1634.	1612 (1612)	STC 19810; ESTC S120615	33,125	102

things outward and the sweetest sin That rauisheth the beastly flesh within All but a fiend prankt in an Angels plume A shade a fraud before the wind a fume Hayle then diuine Redeemer still all ●aile All glorie gratitude and all auaile Be giuen thy all deseruing agonie Whose vineger thou Nectar mak'st in me Whose goodnesse freely all my ill turnes good Since y u being crusht straind throgh flesh blood Each nerue and artire needs must tast of thee What odour burn'd in ayres that ●oisome be Leaues not his sent there O then how much more Must thou whose sweetnesse swet eternall odour Stick where it breath'd for whō thy sweet breath Thou freely gau'st vp to reuine his death Let those that shrink then as their conscience lodes That fight in Sathans right and faint in Gods Still count them slaues to Sathan I am none Thy fight hath freed me thine y u mak'st mine owne O then my sweetest and my onely life Confirme this comfort purchast with thy griefe And my despisde soule of the world loue thou No thought to any other ioy I vow Order these last steps of my abiect state Straite on the marke a man should leuell at And grant that while I striue to forme in me Thy sacred image no aduersitie May make me draw one limme or line amisse Let no vile fashion wrest my faculties From what becomes that Image Quiet so My bodies powres that neither weale nor wo May stirre one thought vp gainst thy freest will Grant that in me my mindes waues may be still The world for no extreme may vse her voice Nor Fortune treading reeds make any noise Amen Complaine not whatsoeuer Need inuades But hea●iest fortunes beare as lightest shades 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Poems VIRGILS EPIGRAM of a good man A Good and wise man such as hardly one Of millions could be found out by the Sun Is Iudge himselfe of what stuf●e he is wrought And doth explore his whole man to a thought What ere great men do what their sawcie bawdes What vulgar censure barks at or applauds His cariage still is chearfull and secure He in himselfe worldlike full round and sure Lest through his polisht parts the slendrest staine Of things without in him should sit and raigne To whatsoeuer length the fierie Sunne Burning in Cancer doth the day light runne How faire soeuer Night shall stretch her shades When Phoebus gloomie Capricorne inuades He studies still and with the equall beame His ballance turnes himselfe weighs to th' extreme Lest any crannie gaspe or angle swell Through his strict forme and that he may compell His equall parts to meete in such asphere That with a compasse tried it shall not erre What euer subiect is is solide still Wound him and with your violent fingers feele All parts within him you shall neuer find An emptie corner or an abiect mind He neuer lets his watchfull lights descend To those sweet sleepes that all iust men attend Till all the acts the long day doth beget With thought on thought laid he doth oft repeate Examines what hath past him as forgot What deed or word was vsde in time what not Why this deed of Decorum felt defect Of reason that What left I by neglect Why set I this opinion downe for true That had bene better chang'd Why did I rue Need in one poore so that I felt my mind To breach of her free powres with griefe declin'd Why will'd I what was better not to will Why wicked that I was preferr'd I still Profite to honestie Why any one Gaue I a foule word or but lookt vpon With count'nance churlish Why should nature draw More my affects then manly reasons law Through all this thoughts words works thus making way And all reuoluing frō the Euen till Day Angrie with what amisse abusde the light Palme and reward he giues to what was right A great Man A Great and politicke man which I oppose To good and wise is neuer as he showes Neuer explores himselfe to find his faults But cloaking them before his conscience halts Flatters himselfe and others flatteries buyes Seemes made of truth and is a forge of lies Breeds bawdes and sycophants and traitors makes To betray traitors playes and keepes the stakes Is iudge and iuror goes on life and death And damns before the fault hath any breath Weighs faith in falsehoods ballance iustice does To cloake oppression taile-like downward groes Earth his whole end is heauen he mockes and hell And thinkes that is not that in him doth dwell Good with Gods right hand giuē his left takes t'euil When holy most he seemes he most is euill Ill vpon ill he layes th'embroderie Wrought on his state is like a leprosie The whiter still the fouler What his like What ill in all the bodie politike Thriues in and most is curst his most blisse fires And of two ils still to the worst aspires When his thrift feeds iustice and mercie feare him And Wolf-like fed he gnars at all men nere him Neuer is chearefull but when flatterie trailes On squatting profite or when Policie vailes Some vile corruption that lookes red with anguish Like wauing reeds his windshook cōforts languish Paies neuer debt but what he should not ow Is sure and swift to hurt yet thinks him slow His bountie is most rare but when it comes T is most superfluous and with strook-vp drums Lest any true good pierce him with such good As ill breeds in him Mortar made with blood Heapes stone-wals in his heart to keepe it out His sensuall faith his soules truth keepes in doubt And like a rude vnlearn'd Plebeian Without him seekes his whole insulting man Nor can endure as a most deare prospect To looke into his owne life and reflect Reason vpon it like a Sunne still shining To giue it comfort ripening and refining But his blacke soule being so deformd with sinne He still abhorres with all things hid within And forth he wanders with the outward fashion Feeding and fatting vp his reprobation Disorderly he sets foorth euerie deed Good neuer doing but where is no need If any ill he does and hunts through blood For shame ruth right religion be withstood The markt withstander his race kin least friend That neuer did in least degree offend He prosecutes with hi●'d intelligence To fate defying God and conscience And to the vtmost mite he rauisheth All they can yeeld him rackt past life and death In all his acts he this doth verifie The greater man the lesse humanitie While Phebus runs his course through all the signes He neuer studies but he vndermines Blowes vp and ruines with pretext to saue Plots treason and lies hid in th' actors graue Vast crannies gaspe in him as wide as hell And angles gibbet-like about him swell Yet seemes he smooth and polisht but no more Solide within then is a Medlars

with it But he that knowing how diuine a frame The whole world is and of it all can name Without selfe flatterie no part so diuine As he himselfe and therefore will confine Freely his whole powres in his proper part Goes on most god-like He that striues t' inuert The vniuersall course with his poore way Not onely dustlike shiuers with the sway But crossing God in his great worke all earth Beares not so cursed and so damn'd a birth This then the vniuersall discipline Of manners comprehends a man to ioyne Himselfe with th'vniuerse and wish to be Made all with it and go on round as he Not plucking from the whole his wretched part And into streights or into nought reuert Wishing the complete vniuerse might be Subiect to such a ragge of it as he But to consider great necessitie All things as well refract as voluntarie Reduceth to the high celestiall cause Which he that yeelds to with a mans applause And cheeke by cheeke goes crossing it no breath But like Gods image followes to the death That man is perfect wise and euerie thing Each cause and euerie part distinguishing In nature with enough Art vnderstands And that full glorie merits at all hands That doth the whole world at all parts adorne And appertaines to one celestiall borne Of sodaine Death VVHat action wouldst y u wish to haue in hand If sodain death shold come for his cōmand I would be doing good to most good men That most did need or to their childeren And in aduice to make them their true heires I would be giuing vp my soule to theirs To which effect if Death should find me giuen I would with both my hands held vp to heauen Make these my last words to my deitie Those faculties thou hast bestowd on me To vnderstand thy gouernment and will I haue in all fit actions offerd still To thy diuine acceptance and as farre As I had influence from thy bounties starre I haue made good thy forme infusde in me Th'anticipations giuen me naturally I haue with all my studie art and prayre Fitted to euerie obiect and affaire My life presented and my knowledge taught My poore saile as it hath bene euer fraught With thy free goodnesse hath bene ballast to With all my gratitude What is to do Supply it sacred Sauiour thy high grace In my poore gifts receiue againe and place Where it shall please thee thy gifts neuer die But hauing brought one to felicitie Descend againe and helpe another vp c. Height in Humilitie WHy should I speak impe●ious courtiers faire Lest they exclude thee at thy Court repaire If they shall see me enter willingly Let them exclude me If necessitie Driue me amongst them and they shut the dore I do my best and they can do no more Gods will and mine then weigh'd I his preferre Being his vow'd lackey and poore sufferer I trie what his will is and will with it No gate is shut to me that shame must fit Shamelesse intruders Why feare I disgrace To beare ill censure by a man of face Will any thinke that impudence can be An equall demonstration of me T is kingly Cyrus said Antisthenes When thou doest well to heare this ill of these But many pitie thy defects in thee I mocke them euer that so pittie me Strangers they are and know not what I am Where I place good and ill nor euer came Where my course lies but their 's the world may know They lay it out onely to name and show If comfort follow truth of knowledge still They meete with little truth for if their skill Get not applause their comfort comes to nought I studie still to be they to be thought Are they lesse frustrate of their ends then I Or fall they lesse into the ils they flie Are they industrious more lesse passionate Lesse faltring in their course more celebrate Truth in their comforts But they get before Much in opinion True they seeke it more For stay in competence THou that enioyst onely enough to liue Why grieu'st thou that the giuer does not giue Foode with the fullest when as much as thou He thinkes him emptie T is a state so low That I am fearefull euerie howre to sinke Well said Vnthankfull fearefull eate and drinke And feare to sterue still Knowst thou not who sings Before the theefe The penurie of things Whither conferres it Drawes it not one breath With great satietie End not both in death Thy entrailes with thy want together shrinke He bursts with cruditie and too much drinke Will not thy want then with a chearefull eye Make thee expect death whom sterne tyrannie Empire and all the glut of thirstie store Shun with pale cheekes affrighted ●uermore Earth is a whore and brings vp all her brats With her insatiate gadflie euen her flats High as her ●il● looke lusting lusting still No earthly pleasure euer hath her fill Turne a new leafe then thirst for things past death And thou shalt neuer thinke of things beneath How should I thirst so hauing no such heat● Fast pray to haue it better neuer eate Then still the more thou 〈◊〉 the more des●re But wilt thou quench this ouerneedie fire Canst thou not write nor reade nor keepe a gate● Teach children be a porter That poore state Were base and hatefull Is that base to thee That is not thy worke That necessitie Inflicts vpon thee that inuades thee to Onely as head-aches and agues do That the great Ordrer of th'vniuerse sees So good he puts it in his master peece But men will scorne me Let them then go by They will not touch thee he that shifts his eye To others eye-browes must himselfe be blind Leau'st thou thy selfe for others t is the mind Of all that God and euery good forsakes If he goes thy way follow if he takes An opposite course canst thou still go along And end thy course Go right though all else wrong But you are learn'd and know Philosophie To be a shift to salue necessitie Loue syllogismes figures and to make All men admire how excellent you spake Your caution is to keepe a studious eye Lest you be caught with carpes of sophistrie To b● a man of reading when alas All these are caught in a Plebeians case None such poore fooles incontinent couetous Atheisticall deceitfull villanous Shew me thy studies end and what may be Those weights and measures that are vsde by thee To mete these ashes barreld vp in man Is not the wreath his that most truly can Make a man happie And in short is that Any way wrought more then in teaching what Will make a man most ioyfully embrace The course his end holds and his proper place Not suffering his affections to disperse But fit the maine sway of the vniuerse Of the Will THe empire of the Will is euer sau'd Except lost by it selfe when t is deprau'd Of Man MAn is so soueraigne and diuine a state That not contracted and elaborate The