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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A02172	A poets vision, and a princes glorie Dedicated to the high and mightie prince, Iames, King of England, Scotland, France and Ireland. Written by Thomas Greene Gentleman.	Greene, Thomas, Town clerk of Stratford upon Avon.	1603 (1603)	STC 12311; ESTC S105809	5,202	22

A POETS VISION AND A PRINCES GLORIE DEDICATED TO THE HIGH and mightie Prince James King of England Scotland France and Ireland Written by THOMAS GREENE Gentleman ¶ Imprinted at London for VVilliam Leake 1603. A POETS VISION AND A PRINCES GLORIE WHEN Hesperus the Harbinger of night Had iustly ordred eu'rie burning light My solitary chamber I forsooke And musing went vnto a pleasant brooke Where sitting downe vpon a hillocke by To steale delight with a more quiet eye Soft drizling droppes vpon my face did fall Which sweeter were then that wee Nectar call That tree that but one little droppe receiues Though bare before was spangled all with leaues The ground where scarce before a grasse was seene Reuiu'd with this was mantled o're with greene Long look't I not before my wondring eyes Were vnto Morpheus made a willing prize Such shapes of ioy into each sence did creepe As rock'd them all into a heauenly sleepe For had mine eyes a little longer seene With extreame rapture I had sencelesse beene Sith nothing sooner can the sence destroy Then taken by the eye too much of ioy Scarce had the pale God with his sleepie dart Strooke through mine eyes my soft slumbering hart When musique sweeter I may say right well Then that which brought Eurydice from hell Did all the powers in me possesse so whole That through mine eares it stole away my soule To which a Ladie singing heare I might The burthen of her song I pray thee write VVhere-with I wak'd and seeing nought concluded My senses all were meerely but deluded Or else the gods to banquet now addrest Apollo gaue them musick to their feast No creature sawe I yet till looking round Behinde me iust vpon the verdant ground I spide a Ladie sit but such an one As well might make Ioue to forsake his throne And vtterly renounce his sisters bed And all his want on trickes with Ganymed Her garments all were white her haire hung downe Vpon her head she wore a Laurel Crowne An Iu'rie Lute she with one hand did twine And with the other Musick plaid diuine Her Lute to glut mine eares with different choyce She did accord with her melodious voice After her song she often had repeated VVith this demaund I fairely her intreated Goddesse saide I for by thy heauenly face I ghesse thou sprung'st not from a mortall race Those lookes of thine serue as a warrant good That thou no mixture hadst of humane blood Neuer could Nature of her selfe bring forth A creature of such rare and Princely worth Of fauour shewe to me why at this time Especially vnder this haplesse clime Where neuer ioy yet peeped from the earth But it was stifled fore it came to birth Delight so prodigall it selfe doth wast Spending in minutes that should ages last As of necessitie it must be shone Yet by extreames showes it would faine be gone Is Earth ascended into Heauens place Or is 't your beautie doth enforce this grace Is Heaven descended to the lowest Earth Or is 't your Musicke that doth cause this Mirth Or is 't a Dreame and doe I nothing see That sweetely thus colludes my phantasie Or if none of these what it then should bee I pray thee gentle Ladie tell to mee Pausing a while and looking in my face Thus she bespake me with a modest grace Vainly to boast of my descent or blood VVould argue I did feare my proper good For who his blood only and kin commends Commends nought of his owne but of his frends Yet were I so dispos'd my birth to prooue I could deriue my selfe from highest Ioue And I could say and yet but truely say My mother was the wise Mnemosyne Or I could call my name Calliope And tell how once I with Apollo lay From whose mixt pleasures being then but young The Thracian Orpheus naturally sprung But farewell this my purpose is to showe From whence my comming hither now doth flowe Vertue confined in a narrowe roome Farre in the North where she doth only bloome Where had she not contenting fauour seene From all the world she had exiled beene And long ere this had lost her glorious name Had she not there reuiu'd her dying fame O worthie place thy Epethite hence-forth Be sung by Poets thus The Vertuous North. Now breaking forth into a larger State Which of all Lands is made most fortunate Giues me the matter of this new delight And doth my soule vnto this ioy excite That houres vnnumbred hath beene lockt from light And puzzled laine in darke obliuious night Grosse Nature that hath many yeares laine sicke First wounded with leud vices stinging pricke On the corrupted bed of vaine desire Without all shewe of hope euer t' aspire To blest fruition of her selfe is now The thought whereof would smooth the agedst brow Cleane purged of her filth from error led As till this houre she were not perfect bred But ages infinite had laine in earth And by no meanes before could haue her birth Euen as a Hauke new taken from the Mew Hath cast her old traine and resum'd a new So Nature now doth with fresh wings aspire Whose old ones all were tainted o're with mire Time that before was baited with deceat In the foule riuer of a forced sweate To make simplicitie the sooner bite That had no eyes but bended on delite Who would not liue in blinde credulitie Rather then see what he would feare to see Is now full gorg'd with honorable zeale Which lately proofe did to the world reueale Now yet at last returned are those daies That ancient Poets long agoe did praise Which haue so many years beene kept from breath Bard vp within the Iron caue of death Which eating time consenting with the Fates Hath now enlarg'd by bursting ope the gates For ioy whereof could but this dumbe earth speake She would into an exultation breake Yet for she wants a tongue to shew her pleasure She is inuested with her richest treasure Erect thy face and thou shalt see on high The starres do daunce proud Galliardes in the skie Or else they all are forced thus to moue Vnder the weight of Ioue dauncing aboue Now Mercurie heauens Orator alone Perswades his Father leaue his sacred throne And sweetly tels him with such mouing grace He must descend vnto a better place Which Ioue beleeuing in Heauen makes a dearth And Tuns of Nectar tumbles on the earth As if he would vnfurnish heauen quite And frame another on this earth to night Now flattring Pride and Ostentation vaine Hath Peacocke-like pull'd in her painted traine Couetousnesse is chang'd yet keepes her name Where she crau'd wealth she onely craues but fame Gluttonie feedes slightly vpon her owne That was before with others cost full blowne Drunkennesse that aboue the rest excell'd Is now vnto Sobrietie compell'd Sloath that till now lodg'd in her sleepie caue By valour shewes she seekes an honour'd graue Incontinence her fires are somewhat drencht But neuer will be altogether quencht Black