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A15365
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E.W. his Thameseidos Deuided into three bookes, or cantos.; Thameseidos
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Wilkinson, Edw. (Edward), fl. 1600-1603.
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1600
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Or what God full of pittie shall we call Who t' end our woes to Rockes will turne vs all From hence foorth Pleasure be thou banished Out of this wretched place and in thy stead Let ouglie sorrow dayly on vs tende And thou bright Sunne would thou from hence wouldst wend And let thy light in mystie cloudes be pent For darknesse best besitteth discontent And take her with thee who borrowes her light From the cleere rayes of thy most glorious sight Take her which oft amidd her Nimphes doth play On Cinthus hill and often times doth stay Mongst Stigian Hagges for Thames deare to you both Is forst to flie for feare of Neptunes wroth And thou that wrapst all in forgetfulnesse And mortall folke dost ease of heauinesse Vnder thy blacke winges bringing diuers dreames From foorth Cimerian fieldes now hide the beames Proroceeding from the Starres in th'Hemisphere And make a generall darknesse euery where And Phylomell since thou art woont to mone Remembring still the great disgrace was done By thy false brother helpe vs to lament Or if thy mourning notes are fully spent Then giue a quiet eare to that we say For we huge wronges in sad tunes will display And you ô Trees in whom there life doth rest Shew foorth some signe as pittying our vnrest Let little Birdes be silent on your spray And on your boughs let Rauens croope by day But you that late your branches downe did bend From Thames faire face the Sun-beames to defend Now in despight to ground your branches throwe Since Thames is gone to shew you waile her woe You Lillies white whom whiter handes did gather And you faire blooming Roses Natures treasure Vpon your selues sadde sable Weedes bestow Since Thames is gone to shew you wayle her woe She was the Rose the Lillie of the day Whose leaues b'vntimely stormes do fall away Oh eccho all this place with mouring fill And marke the dolefull accents of our ill Sound foorth our griefe and let them neuer end Vntill the Heauens our fortunes do amend Oh let our iust complayninges loude and shrill Thorow these winding waters wander still Whereby those seas that on our shores do flow Our heauie griefe to forraigne lands may show And on their banckes let neuer trees more grow Since Thams is gone as signe you waile her woe And thou great Joue if any care thou hast Of earth or earthly thinges O do thou haste And saue her from false Neptunes treacherie Who honoured still thy sacred deitie Saue who the corners of thine Aulters dud Purple continually with luke warme bloud But ô it seemes great Joue thou hast no care Of vs nor of this worlde but it doth ere At all aduenture for if that you had Regard of humane thinges or if you made Esteeme of vs your owne hands workemanshyp Then would you of sad ISIS take some keepe And her protect from Neptune who amine Doth seeke her spotlesse chastetie to staine And he should not that hath so laboured T' abuse chast Maydens scape vnpunished Wherefore since Heauen and all therein are deafe And hearing not can not amende our griefe Let vs be gone and cease hence foorth to plaine For all our plaintes are spent but all in vaine This said they all arose all yll apayde And thence departed in dispaire of ayde From heauen or elie where vexing still the skies With their hot scalding sighes and greeuous cries But nor the cryes nor sighes did ISIS good Whom Boreas foule vnciuill Groome starke wood Did with a crew of wicked mates pursue As she some Felon were or wight vntrue Who poore soule seeing how she was oreborne Like pittious plaintes did make and so did mourne As with her husband Epimethius daughter Did then when they could see nothing but water When onely they of all mankind bereft Amid the billowes of the Seas were left Then when themselues were solely left in woe And saw no land nor any fellowes moe And fearing least at last she might be caught By that foule Leatcher who this wrong first wrought With hands lift vp she thus besought great Joue Heare thou great Father of the Gods aboue By whom all 's made maintained and disposde And from whom nought on earth is vndisclosde Who full of equitie dost all things right And wicked folke beholds with eies of spight Heare and behold the miserable state Of me thy Daughter dolfull desolate These teares ay me that from mine eies do fall For succour at thy helping hands do call Oh let not then my foe obtaine his will On me poore Maide nor let the windes fulfill The treason that he hath deuisd gainst mee But force them all retire and bacward flee To their abode O pittie me I pray Least following ages doe hereafter say In vaine thou holdes the thunder in thy hand Not helping those that helpe of thee demaunde So prayed Thamisis and straight great Joue Shaking his head thrice thundred from aboue In signe he heard and called Mercurie Charging him straight vnto Aeolia hie And tell the King when first I did accorde Ouer the wrastling windes to make him Lords I gaue in chardg he no man should opresse But seeke still offerd iniuries to redresse But since with Neptune he confederate is To wrong my tender darling Thamesis If he his windes do not in hast reclaime By Sytx tell him to his eternall shame Like how with Titans rude rebellious race I whilome dealt so will I him disgrace Yet for this wrong which is alreadie done At what time twixt the place where sets the Sunne And the right Northen Pole there doth appeare By Cassiopeia seated in her Chaire Within that milkie way made by my Queene A blasing Commet like fier flameing sheene Which shall be ere Apollo eight times leads Aboute the Zodiake his trampling steades Two princely Beastes shall come from Thames coole streame Which shall more dammadge do vndo his Realme Then did that mightie Boore Diana sent The Fielde of Calidon to spill or rent All quoth he in reuenge he durst attempt To wrong her whom from wrong I haue exempt This saide faire Maias Sonne the subtil God Takeing in hast his dead sleepe charming rod And winged shooes did leaue the christall skie Ioues princely Pallace where continually Th'erraticke starres in their sweete harmonie Do make rare soundes of heauenly melodie And downe from thence vnto this lower worlde Swifter then thunder bolt himselfe he hurlde And sought King Aeolus to whom he straight The purport of his coming did dilate Haue any ere in May a Garden seene With diuers slowers enameld fresh and greene And it reuewes when Phoebus is declinde Vnto the Southerne pole the same doth finde Oregrowne with wilde weedes and with stinking grasse Now would haue sayd in Aeolus there was Like change hearing great Ioues Embassadour For neuer was he troubled so before Saue when his Nephewes bawling did detect His Childrens lewd crime and incestious fact For which the guiltlesse Babe as punishment He cast to Dogs which it in peecemeale rent And to desilde Canace sent a sworde With which her owne selfe to the heart she gor'de For he much feared Joue his Soueraigne Knowing he might depose him from his Raigne And regall power therefore t' amend his fault And please the angrie God Postillians straight He after Boreas sent and did commaunde To bring them backe and cease their sute in hand Who neuer stayed till they the windes had founde And brought them backe and them againe had bounde In their base bondes of during Iron wrought Long since in Aetna by the Cyclops taught Their art by Lymping Vulcan who was plast there To be Joues workeman and the cheife Forge-maister Wherby distressed Thamesis was freed From those that had her ouerthrow decree'd And backe return'd to her sad Nimphs whom she Did finde her losse bewailing heauily Who when they saw her first far'd like to her Hath but one Sonne that for a Souldier Prest in his Princes seruice forth is gone To keepe his Countrie from inuasion Whom fearing to be drowned in the deepe Or by hard steele sent t'euerlasting sleepe Shee doth bewaile as dead and will not be When he returnes from death and daunger free Perswaded t is her Sonne but some vaine sight That would with idle shadowes her delight Till her cold feares are past for all of them thinking her wholly lost thought they had seene Her shadow not her selfe till she spake to them What time assured they all receiued her As an Hungarian Father doth his heire And only Sonne which hath a longsome time Mongst hated Turkes in hellish prison line Their sighes to songs their teares now almost spent They turn'd to laughter and to merriment And thankt the motor of the whirling Spheres That had not them forgot drowned in teares But stay my Muse the Skie is faire and cleare The Seas are calme no winde doth whistle heere Heere let vs anchour then for heere we may â—â—de â—afe to morrow being Holiday
is more dearer vnto mee Then is the precious apple of mine eie And hoping for I wat not what to gaine To Englands pleasant soyle brought you againe Goe wander goe and take your libertie Grasing where is best pasture while that I Bewaile m' Icarian flight in mounting pride Plumed with waxe-forg'd-wings which thought to ride Aboue the cloudy welkin of the ayre To view the order their Latonas heire Holdeth in guiding of that glorious light That is the nourish of each liuing wight But was deceaud for comming neare the Sunne My winges did melt and I did tumble downe O had I kept along the humble gill When first I did attempt to climbe the hill Or had I bounded mine ambitious minde Which carelesse thought to builde aboue the winde Sprung from remembraunce of those deedes were done By my great Graundsirs long-since dead and gone And a desire to register my'name Mought them within the sacred booke of fame Then might I now as I haue done before Pasture you still along this pleasant shore Or had not rather greete Chrusophilus Whose greedy humor passing couetous Thought all that went beside himselfe quite lost Mee too much wronged and mee too much crost Whose soule with many filthy crimes made blacke Now fleetes about Auernus fearefull lake Then might I now as I haue done before Pasture you still along this pleasant shore For which you Lordes of the infernall Bower Who ore deceassed soules haue mighty powet T' inflict or to remit their punishment O doe you all at my request assent Ixion from his wheele a while to take And false Chrusophilus fast there to make Or if great Iunos wrath be not yet done Let Sisiphus t'hen leaue his rowling stone Or pull from Cawcasus Prometheus And let the Vulturs teare Chrusophilus Or if that may not be Ioue angrie yet O then drag Tantalus foorth of his pit And let Chrusophilus vp to the chin Still but in vaine wade vp an'downe therein Let him at that faire seeming fruite oft snatch Which thereby hanges but neuer any catch A torment well beefitting such a wight Who liuing ore his owne had neuer might And let his late made gentle of spring which Are with stolne Plumes of others pride made rich Dispoyld thereof like to their Grandsirs fare Who vnto Ceres slauish seruants weare And for assenting to my wished boone Sad Hecatombes by mee shall be done And monthly I will offer a blacke Ramme As signe that I am thankfull for the same For had not he lately from mee bereft Vniustly all my Sheepe saue these few left To stanch his neuer satisfied lust Of Golde earths drosse that doth consume with rust Then might I now as I hane done before Pasture you still alongst this pleasant shore But since it cannot be as t was of late Since Fortune now hath giuen me the mate Dispoyld me quite of all my woonted mirth Clad me with woes and throwne me to the earth And like a Tyrant triumphes ouer me That fore her prostrate on the ground doth lie Neare reckning whether it be iust and sound To trouble him lies groueling on the ground O you the remnant of a greater flocke Goe get you gone while to some desart rocke I make repaire where for my bed shall be The cold dry ground whereon I still will lie For morning mattens mournings full of care For walkes the wretched pathes of foule dispaire For meate sad discontent for drinke salt teares For nightly sleepes nought else but slumbring feares Till those last dueties I doe pay to Nature Which I am bound too beeing a mortall creature What time my soule freed from this earthly gaile Where now it tyred lyes shall to thee vaile Of faire Elisium fly where voyde of paine Mongst blessed soules in ioy it shall remaine And thou sweete Pipe the which wonts oft display My wronges vnto these Woodes these Rockes and Sea And moouedst them at once to rew my lot When lyuing men seemd sencelesse and would not But helde hard hartes the which I do repent More harder farre then hardest Adamant From that rude race degenerating nought Which was of hard Stone by Deiecalion wrought Here hang thou therewith on a Beechen tree He hung his Pipe for now no more for thee Nor for thy sugred melodie I care Quoth he which done like one drownd in dispaire Thence heauie he departed passing nought What Fortune or foule Enuie could alot On whom whilst ISIS lookt perceiue she might The Sea to swell which did her much affright For she discerned on their toppes to ride Great Neptune poasting to the shore with speede Whose comming so amas'd the fearefull Thams Who knew full well that he those scorching flames VVith her faire eyes within his breast had wrought VVould seeke to quench by farce if he her caught As in a shadie Wood the hydeous stroke Of ratling Thunder on the sodaine broke Doth scare the small Birdes pearched on the spray And like how Fowle that by a Riuer play Spying a Falcon towring in the skie Straight leaue their sport and for their safetie flie VVithouten order crying here and there So ISIS and her Nimphes being in feare Of hated Neptune from thence straight gan fly Shreeking and crying very pitteously Aye me What is this world but vanitie Subiect to change full of vnconstancie Now is the Welkin glorious to the eie Clad in a Mantle of an asurd die And Phaebus now his faire light doth display When by and by a blacke Cloud foorth the Sea Doth rise and darke the heauens were Iouiall Troubling both ayre and earth with waters fall Aye now I see that mourning followes mirth That sorrow driueth pleasure from the earth That happinesse doth not long time remaine But ere it is at full begi'nes to waine That all in vaine man striues to keepe his state When dangerous stormes labour it to abate That vainely men doe boast of Fortunes fauours Since like a weather-cocke shee alwayes wauers Threatning them most and bringing soonest vnder Those at whose fortunes most the world did wonder And strange what ere within this world is done Ordayned was before this world begun So that great IOVE who moderateth Heau'n As soueraigne and commaunds ore Gods and men At whose becke earth and ayre and all else moue Will not oâ—â—â— enterprise the Fates to proue Whom neither prayers nor ought else can resist Cause still th' are fixt and still in one persist FINIS Lib. Prim. THAMESEIDOS Liber Secundus WHen cold staru'n Winter white with Ice and Snow Declining from our Hemisphere doth goe And watrie Planets plunged deepe do yeelde Their mantions vnto Hyems pleasant childe When lucklesse Eccho learnes againe to sing The pastorall Songes which Sheapheard neare a Spring Or hard beside some murmering Brooke repeat Whilst little Lambkins bout the fieldes do bleat The amorous God that louely Tyro knew In likenesse of her Husband Enipeu Hated by Grecian Nimphes him whilome loued And by the Thuscane French and Spanish glouted Remembring