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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

I yet Lord to the East Nor hope for helpe where I am will'd Nor as I ought haue arm'd my breast But rust in sloth and naked come to field 4. And therefore hath the host of starres Now left me that before I led Arm'd Angels tooke my pay in wa●res Frō whose height falne all leaue me here for dead 5. In falling I discern'd how sleight My footing was on those blest towres I lookt to earth and her base height And so lost heauen and all his aidfull powres 6. Now broke on earth my bodie lies Where theeues insult on my sad fall Spoyle me of many a daintie prise That farre I fetcht t' enrich my soule withall 7. Nor ceasse they but deforme me too With wounds that make me all engor'd And in the desart leaue me so Halfe dead all naked and of all abhorr'd 8. My head and bosome they transfixt But in my torne affections rag'd Wounds there with blood and matter mixt Corrupt and leaue my very soule engag'd 9. There Lord my life doth most misgiue There quickly thy white hand bestow Thou liu'st and in thee I may liue Thy fount of life doth euer ouerflow 10. All this from heauen thy eyes explore Yet silent sitst and sufferst all Since all I well deserue and more And must confesse me wilfull in my fall 11. And hence t is that thou letst me bleed Mak'st all men shun and skorne my life That all my workes such enuie breed And my disgrace giues food to all mens strife 12. But this since Goodnesse oft doth cause And t is Goods grace to heare his ill Since t is a chiefe point in his lawes No thought without our powre to make our wil. 13. Still let the greene seas of their gall Against this rocke with rage be borne And from their height still let me fall Them stand and laugh me lie still and scorne 14. But Lord my fall from thee ô raise And giue my fainting life thy breath Sound keepe me euer in thy waies Thou mightie art and setst downe lawes to death 15. Driue thou from this my ruines rape These theeues that make thy Phane their den And let my innocence escape The cunning malice of vngodly men All glorie to the Father be And to the Sonne as great as he With the coequall sacred Spirit Who all beginnings were before Are and shall be euermore Glorie all glorie to their merit PSALME VII Cogitabam stare 1. WHile I was falne I thought to rise And stand presuming on my thies But thighes and knees were too much broken My haire stood vp to see such bane Depresse presumption so prophane I tremble but to heare it spoken 2. Yet in my strength my hope was such Since I conceiu'd thou vow'dst as much I fain'd dreames and reioyc't to faine them But weighing awake thy vowes profound Their depth my lead came short to sound And now aye me my teares containe them 3. For calmes I into stormes did stere And look't through clouds to see things cleare Thy waies shew'd crook't like speares in water When mine went trauerse and no Snake Could winde with that course I did take No Courtier could so grosly flatter 4. But which way I soeuer bend Thou meet'st me euer in the end Thy finger strikes my ioynts with terrors Yet no more strikes then points the way Which weighing weeping straight I stay And with my teares cleanse feete and errors 5. But of my selfe when I beleeue To make my steps thy waies atchieue I turne head and am treading mazes I feele sinnes ambush and am ●ext To be in error so perplext Nor yet can finde rests holy places 6. I loath my selfe and all my deeds Like Rubarbe taste or Colche in weed● I flie them with their throwes vpon me In each new purpose customes old So checke it that the stone I rold Neuer so oft againe fals on me 7. No step in mans trust should be trod Vnlesse in mans as his in God Of which trust make good life the founder Without which trust no forme nor art Faiths loadstarre is a guiltlesse heart Good life is truths most learn'd expounder 8. With which Lord euer rule my skill In which as I ioyne powre with will So let me trust my truth in learning To such minds thou all truth setst ope● The rest are rapt with stormes past hopes The lesse for more deepe arts discerning 9. Blesse Lord who thus their arts employ Their sure truth celebrate with ioy And teare the maskes from others faces That make thy Name a cloake for sinne Learning but termes to iangle in And so disgrace thy best of Graces 10. Whereof since I haue onely this That learnes me what thy true will is Which thou in comforts still concludest My poore Muse still shall sit and sing In that sweete shadow of thy wing Which thou to all earths state obtrudest 11. As oft as I my fraile foote moue From this pure fortresse of thy loue So oft let my glad foes deride me I know my weakenesse yet and feare By triall to build comforts there It doth so like a ruine hide me 12. My worth is all but shade I finde And like a fume before the winde I gaspe with sloth thy waies applying Lie tumbling in corrupted blood Loue onely but can do no good Helpe Lord lest I amend not dying All glorie to the Father be And to the Sonne as great as he With the coequall sacred Spirit Who all beginnings were before Are and shall be euermore Glorie all glorie to their merit The end of Petrarchs seuen Penitentiall Psalmes THE I. PSALME more strictly translated 1. O Me accurst since I haue set on me Incenst so sternely my so meeke Redeemer And haue bene proud in prides supreme degree Of his so serious law a sleight esteemer 2. I left the narrow right way with my will In bywaies brode and farre about transferred And euery way found toyle and euery ill Yet still in tracts more rough and steepe I erred 3. Where one or other of the brutish heard My feete encounterd yet more brute affected Euen to the dens of sauage beasts I err'd And there my manlesse mansion house erected 4. I haunted pleasure still where sorrow mournd My couch of ease in sharpest brambles making I hop't for rest where restlesse torment burnd In ruines bosome sleepes securely taking 5. Now then aye me what resteth to be done Where shall I turne me where such dangers trēble My youths faire flowres are altogether gone And now a wretched shipwracke I resemble 6. That all the merchandise and venture lost Swims naked forth with seas and tempests tost 7. Farre from my hauen I roue touch at no streme That any course to my saluation tenders But waies sinister rauish me with them I see a little which more grieuous renders 8. My inward conflict since my charges passe Vpon my selfe and my sad soule endanger Anger with sinne striues but so huge a masse Of cruell miseries oppresse mine anger 9. That

bit and eie If once she weds shee 's two for one before Single againe she neuer doubles more VIRGILS EPIGRAM of Play DEspise base gaine mad Auarice hurts the mind Ye wise shun fraud beleeue y e learn'd ye blind At play put passions downe as monies are He playes secure whose trunks hold crowns to spare Who brings all with him shall go out with none A greedie gamester euer ends vndone Peace holy is to men of honest minds If ye will play then courbe your warring splenes No man wins alwayes It shames mans true worth Of but three Furies to fare like a fourth Correct your earnest spirits and play indeed At staid yeares be not mou'd nere play for need VIRGILS EPIGRAM of wine and women BE not enthrall'd with wine nor womens loue For both by one meanes hurt as women proue Meanes to effeminate and mens powres decline So doth the too much indulgence of wine Staggers the vpright steps a man should take Dissolues his nerues and makes his goers weake Blind loue makes many all their thoughts expresse Whose like effect hath brainlesse drunkennesse Wilde Cupid oft beates vp warres sterne alarmes As oft fierce Bacchus cals our hands to armes Dishonest Venus made Mars Ilion sease And Bacchus lost with warre the Lapithes Lastly when both make mad misgouern'd minds Feare shame all vertues vanish with the winds With Giues make Venus hold her legs together And bind Liaeus in his iuie with her Let wine quench thirst sweet Venus children beare Whose bounds once broke ye buy their pleasures deare VIRGILS EPIGRAM of this letter Y. THis letter of Pythagoras that beares This forkt distinction to conceit prefers The forme mans life beares Vertues hard way takes Vpon the right hand path which entrie makes To sensuall eyes with difficult affaire But when ye once haue climb'd the highest staire The beautie and the sweetnesse it containes Giue rest and comfort farre past all your paines The broad-way in a brauery paints ye forth In th' entrie softnesse and much shade of worth But when ye reach the top the taken Ones It headlong hurles downe to●●e at sharpest stones He then whom vertues loue shall victor crowne Of hardest fortunes praise wins and renowne But he that sloth and fruitlesse luxurie Pursues and doth with foolish warinesse flie Opposed paines that all best acts befall Liues poore and vile and dies despisde of all A FRAGMENT OF the Teares of peace O That some sacred labour would let in The ocean through my womb to clense my sin I that belou'd of Heauen as his true wife Was wont to bring forth a delightsome life To all his creatures and had vertues hand To my deliuerance decking euery land Where warre was banisht with religious Temples Cloisters and monuments in admir'd examples Of Christian pietie and respect of soules Now drunke with Auarice and th' adulterous boules Of the light Cyprian and by Dis deflowr'd I bring forth seed by which I am deuour'd Infectuous darknesse from my intrails flies That blasts Religion breeds blacke heresies Strikes vertue bedrid fame dumb knowledge blind And for free bounties like an Easterne wind Knits nets of Caterpillers that all fruites Of planting peace catch with contentious suites And see O heauen a warre that inward breeds Worse farre then Ciuill where in brazen steeds Armes are let in vnseene and fire and sword Wound and consume men with the rauenous hord Of priuate riches like prickt pictures charm'd And hid in dunghils where some one is arm'd With armes of thousands and in such small time Euen out of nakednesse that the dismall crime Stickes in his blasing forehead like a starre Signall of rapine and spoile worse then warre These warres giue such slie poison for the spleene That men affect and studie for their teene That it recures the wolfe in auarice And makes him freely spend his golden thies Yet no one thought spends on poore Vertues peace Warres that as peace abounds do still increase Warres where in endlesse rout the kingdome erres Where misers mightie grow the mightie misers Where partiall Lucre Iustice sword doth draw Where Eris turnes into Eunomia And makes Mars weare the long robe to performe A fight more blacke and cruell with lesse storme To make for stratageme a policie driuen Euen to the conquest ere th' alarme be giuen And for set battels where the quarrell dies Warres that make lanes through whole posterities A●achne wins from Pallas all good parts To take her part and euery part conuerts His honie into poison abusde Peace Is turn'd to fruitlesse and impostum'd ease For whom the dwarfe Contraction is at worke In all professions and makes heauen lurke In corner pleasures learning in the braine Of a dull linguist and all tight in gaine All rule in onely powre all true zeale In trustlesse auarice all the commonweale In few mens purses Volumes fild with fame Of deathlesse soules in signing a large name Loue of all good in selfe loue all deserts In sole desert of hate Thus Ease inuerts My fruitfull labours and swolne blind with lust Creepes from her selfe trauailes in yeelding dust Euen recking in her neuershifted bed Where with benumd securitie she is fed Held vp in Ignorance and Ambitions armes Lighted by Comets sung to by blind charmes Behind whom Danger waites subiection spoyle Disease and massacre and vncrowned Toyle Earth sinkes beneath her heauen fals yet she deafe Heares not their thundring ruines nor one leafe Of all her Aspen pleasures euer stirres In such dead calmes her starke presumption erres For good men A Good man want will God so much deny His lawes his witnesses his ministrie Which onely for examples he maintaines Against th'vnlearnd to proue he is and raignes And all things gouerns iustly nor neglects Things humane but at euery part protects A good man so that if he liues or dies All things sort well with him If he denies A plenteous life to me and sees it fit I should liue poorely What alas is it But that refusing to endanger me In the forlorne hope of men rich and ●ie Like a most carefull Captaine he doth sound Retraite to me makes me come backe giue ground To any that hath least delight to be A scuffler in mans warre for vanitie And I obey I follow and I praise My good Commander All the cloudie daies Of my darke life my enuied Muse shall sing His secret loue to goodnesse I will bring Glad tidings to the obscure few he keepes Tell his high deeds his wonders which the deepes Of pouertie and humblesse most expresse And weepe out for kinde ioy his holinesse Please with thy place GOd hath the whole world perfect made free His parts to th' vse of all Men then that be Parts of that all must as the generall sway Of that importeth willingly obay In euerie thing without their powres to change He that vnpleasd to hold his place will range Can in no other be containd that 's fit And so resisting all is crus●t