gan sing To welcome home the bride-groome of the sea G. Peele The gray-eyde morne smiles on the frowning night Cheering the easterne cloudes with streams of light And darkenesse flected like a drunkard reeles From forth dayes path-way made by Titans wheels W. Sh. Now had the morne espide her louers steedes VVhereat shee starts puts on her purple weede And red for anger that hee stayd so long All headlong throwes her selfe the cloudes among Ch. Marlow As soon as morning her shining haires fro the mountains Had shewen forth driuen all star-light quite fro the heauens A. Fraunce Faire Aurora betimes by the daies break rose from her husband Husband old cold draue back clouds froÌ„ Olympas Making way to the sun taking her way to the younker Braue yonker Cephalus whom faire Aurora desired Idem Now was the time when as Aurora faire Began to shew the world her golden head And looke abroade to take the coole fresh ayre Iealous Tithono lying still in bedde S. I. H. The sable night dislodgd and now beganne Auroraes vsher with a windie fanne Sweetely to shake the woods on euerie side The whilst his mistresse like a stately bride With flowers with gemmes and Indian gold doth spangle Her louely locks her louers looks to tangle VVhen passing through the aire in mantle blue With siluer fringe shee drops the pearlie dew With her goes Abram out I. Syluester The rosie fringed morne with gladsome ray Rose to her taske from old Tithonas lap Ed. Fairfax The night beginnes bee angrie when shee sees She can distill no sleepe in louers eyes Tossing her selfe among the cloudes now hath Sent the red morne as harauld of her wrath VVhose louer Phebus rising from his bed VVith dewie mantle hath the world or'e-spread Shaking his tresses our Neptunes ebbe And giuing tincture to the spiders webbe These fayre nimphs rose seeing the light did call I. Weeuer Aurora bright her cristall gates vnbatr'd And bridegroome like stept forth the glorious sunne Ed. Fairfax The dewie tressie morning newly wake With golden tinsell scarse had crownd her brow Riding in triumph on the Ocean lake Embellishing the hony-fringed bowes M. Drayton The purple morning left her crimsin bed And dond her robes of pure vermillion hue Her amber locks shee crownd with roses red In Edens flowry gardens gathered new Ed. Fairfax Soles Ortus At last the golden Orientall gate Of greatest heauen gan to open fayre And Phoebus fresh as bridegroome to her mate Came dauncing forth shaking his dewie haire And hurles his glistering beames through gloomie ayre Ed. Spencer The fierie sunne was mounted vp on hight Vp to the heauenly towres and shot each where Out of his golden chariot glistering light And faire Aurora with her rosie hayre The hatefull darknesse now had put to flight Idem The golden sunne rose from the siluer waue And with his beames enameld euerie grene Ed. Fairfax The snoring snout of restlesse Phlegon blew Hot on the Indes which did the day renew With scarlet skie Th. Hadson Meridies Hyperion throwing forth his beames full oft Into the highest toppe of heauen gan clime And the world parting by an equall lot Did shed his whirling flames on either side As the great Ocean doth himselfe diuide Ed. Spencer When as the sunne towred in heauens head Downe from the siluer mountaines of the skie Bent his bright chariot on the glassie bed Fayre Cristall gilded with his glorious eye Fearing some vsurpation in his sted Or least his loue should too long dalliance spie Tweene him and Virgo whose attractiue face Had newly made him leaue the Lions chace In that same middayes hower c. I· Markham Golden Phoebus now that mounted hie From fierie wheeles of his fayre chariot Hurled his beames so scorching cruell hot That liuing creature mote it not abide Ed. Spencer In highest way of heauen the sunne did ryde Progressing from fayre twins in golden place Hauing no maske of cloudes before his face But streaming forth his heate in cheefest pride S. Ph. Sydney Solis Occasus Now gan the golden Phoebus for to steepe His fierie face in billowes of the west And his faint Steedes watred in Ocean deepe Whilst from their iournall labours they doe rest Ed. Spencer Loe the great Automedon of day In Isis streame his golden locks doth steepe Sad euen her dusky mantle doth display Light flying fouls the posts of night doe sport them And cheerefull looking Phoebe doth comfort them D. Lodge By this the welked Phoebus gan auaile His wearie waine and now the frostie night Her mantle blacke through heauen gan ouerhaile Ed. Spencer Such loue as Phoebus from the coloured skie Did headlong driue his horses toward the west To suffer horned Luna for ro prye Amidst the dusky darke D. Lodge When as the Sun hales towaâ—ds the westerne slade And the tree shadowes three times greater made M. Dr. And now the Sunne was past his middleway Leaning more louely to his lemmons bed And the Moones third howre had attacht the day I. Markham By this the sunne had spred his golden locks Vpon the pale greene carpet of the sea And opened wide the scarlet doore which locks The easefull euening from the labouring day Now night beganne to leape from yron rocks And whippes her rustie waggon through the way Idem The blushing sunne plucks in his smiling beames â—aking his steedes to mend their woonted pace Till plunging downe into the ocean streames There in the froathie waues hee hides his face Then raines them in more then his vsuall space And leaues foule darknesse to possesse the skie A time most fit for foulest tragedie M.D. Now the sunne is mounted vp on hie And pawseth in the midst of all the skie His fierie face vpon the earth doth beate And bakes it with intollerable heate I. Authoris Vesper Now the golden Hesperus Was mounted bie in toppe of heauens sheene And warned had his brethren ioyous To light their blessed lamps in Ioues eternall house Ed. Spencer 〈◊〉 â—his the night from forth the darksome bower 〈◊〉 â—â—bus her teemed steedes gan call 〈…〉 Vâ—sper in his timely howre From golden Oeta gan proceede withall R. Greene. About the time when Vesper in the West 〈…〉 â—ing watch and silent night 〈…〉 â—is twinckling traine 〈…〉 to possesse the world And fantasie to hauzen idle heades Vnder the stately Canopie of heauen I layd me downe laden with many cares G. Peele Now the worlds comforter with wearie gate His dayes hot taske hath ended in the VVest The owle nights harauld shreekes t is verie late The sheepe are gone to fold the birds to nest The cole-blacke cloudes that shadow heauens light Do summon vs to parte and bid good night W. Sh. Noctis initium Now gan the hunni'd vapour shed the ground With pearlie dew and th' earths gloomie shade Did dimme the brightnesse of the welkin round That euerie beast and bird awarned made To shrowde themselues while sleep their senses did inuade Ed. Spencer The silent shadowes
with their mother vaile The bright lampe of heauen from Thetis hid Apolloes sister in her starry rayle Along her lower Sphere in triumpeled D. Lodge Cynthia companion of the night With shining brand lighting his eben carre Whose axeltree was iet auchact with starres And roofe with shining rauens feathers cealed Piercing my eye lids as I lie along Awaked me through G. Peele Thus whiles dumb sights their yeelding hearts entaÌ„gled The aire with sparks of liuing fire was spaÌ„gled And night deepe drencht in mistie Acheron Heaued vp her head halfe the world vpon Breath'd darknes forth darke night is Cupids daie Ch. Marlow From deepe of regions vnderneath Nights vaile arose and sunnes bright luster chacde Ed. Fairfax Inuested in her stately vale the night In her kind armes embraced all the round The siluer moone from Sea vprising bright Spred frostie pearle vpon the canded ground Idem Now blacke-browde night plast in her chaire of iet Sat wrapt in cloudes within her cabinet And with her duskie mantle ouer-spread The path the sunnie Palfraies vsde to tread And Cynthia sitting in her Cristall chayre In all her pompe did ride along her Sphere The honyed dew descended in soft showres Drizled in pearle vpon the tender flowers And Zephire husht who with a whispering gale Seemed to harken to the nightingale Which in the thornie brakes with her sweet song Vnto the silent night bewrayde her wrong M. Dra. Noctis concubium Now was the heauenly vault depriude of light With sunnes depart and now the darknes of the night Did light those beamy stars which greater lite did dark Now each thing that inioyd that fierie quickning spark Which life is cald were moud their spirits to repose And wanting vse of eyes their eies began to close A silence sweete each where with one consent imbrast A musicke sweete to one in carefull musing plast And mother earth now clad in morning weed did breathe A dull desire to kisse th' image of our death S. Ph. Sydney It was the time when rest soft sliding downe From heauens height into mans heauie eyes In the forgetfulnesse of sleepe doth drowne The carefull thoughts of mortall miseries Ed. Spencer The sunne alreadie sanke Beyond our world and ere I got my boothe Each wight with maÌ„tle black the night doth scooth Sauing the glow-worm which would courteous be Of that small light oft watching sleepers see The welkin had full niggardly inclosde In coffer of dimme cloudes his siluer groates I cleped starres each thing to rest disposde The caues were full the mountaines voyde of goates The birds eyes closde closed their chirping notes As for the nightingale woods musicke King It August was hee daind not then to sing S. Ph. Sydney Now the sable shade I cleped night had thicke enueloped The sunne in vaile of double darknes made Sleepe eased care rest brought complaint to bed Ed. Fairfax Now from the fresh the soft and tender bed Of her still mother gentle night out-flew The fleeting balme on hilles and dales shee shed With honey drops of pure and precious dew And on the verdure of greene forrests spred The virgin prime rose and the violet blew And sweete-breath Zephire on his spreading wings Sleepe ease repose rest peace and quiet brings The thoughts and troubles of broade waking day They softly dip in milde obliuions lake Idem Intempesta nox Now when Aldeboran was mounted hie Aboue the shinie Cassiopeias chaire And all in deadly sleepe did drowned lie Ed. Spencer Midnight was come when euerie vitall thing With sweete sound sleepe their wearie limbs did rest The beasts were still the little birds that sing Now sweetely slept besides their mothers brest The old and all were snrowded in their rest The waters calme the cruell seas did cease The woods the fields and all things held their peace The golden starres were whiâ—ld amidst theyr race And on the earth did laugh with twinckling light VVhen each thing nestled in his resting place Forgat dayes payne with pleasure of the night The hare had no the greedie hounds in sight The fearefull Deare of death stood not in doubt The Partrich dreamd not of the falchens foot The vgly beare now minded not the stake Nor how the cruell mastiffes doe her teare The stagge lay still vnroused from the brake The foamie bore fear'd not the hunters speare All things were still in desart bush and breere The quiet heart now from their trauailes rest Soundly they slept in most of all their rest M. Sackuile The midnights waking starre Sad Cassiopeia with a heauie cheere Pusht forth her forehead to make knowne from farre What time the deadly dole of earth drewe neere I. Markham With falling mists the darkesome night extended Her sable wings and gently ouer-spread Heauens gloomie vaile whence Phoebus lampe was fled Dead time of rest to euerie mortall wight To cheerefull mindes that bringeth wanton sleepe With many a phantasie and deluding toy And pensiue heart it doth delaie and keepe From tedious companie that would annoy Dull Saturnists that haue abiurdall ioy Th. Storer Now spread the night her spangled canopie And summond euerie restlesse soule to sleepe On beds of tender grasse the beasts doe lie The fishes slumbred in the silent deepe Vnheard was Serpents hisse and Dragons crie Birds left to sing and Philomele to weepe Onely that noyse heauens rolling circle kest Sung lullaby to bring the world to rest Ed. Fairfax Noctis initium When low the night with mistie mantle spread Gan darke the day and dimme the azure skies And Venus in her message Hermes sped To bloudy Mars to will him not to rise While shee her selfe approacht in speedie wise And Virgo hiding her disdainfull breast VVith Thetis now had layd her downe to rest While Scorpio dreading Sagitarius dart Whose bow prest bent in fight the string had slipt Downe slid into the Ocean floud a part The beare that in the irish seas had dipt Hs grisly feete with speede from thence he whipt For Thetis hasting from the virgins bed Pursude the beare that ere she came was fled And Phaethon now neere reaching to his race With glistering beames gold streaming where they bent VVas prest to enter in his resting place Enryhius that in the carte first went Had euen now attain'd his iourneyes stent And fast declining hid away his head Where Titan coucht him in his purple bed And now pale Cynthia with her borrowed light Beginning to supplie her brothers place Was past the noone-sted sixe degrees in sight When sparkling starres amidst the heauens face With twinckling light shone on the earth apace That while they brought about the nights chaire The dark had dimd the day ere I was ware M. Sac. Such time as from her mothers tender lap The night arose garded with gentle winds And with hâ—r precious dew refresht the sappe Of bloome and darke whilst that her mantle blinds The vaile of heauen and euery birde was still Saue Philomele that did bemone her ill When in the
A thousand yoong ones which she daily fed Sucking vpon her poysoned dugges each one Of sundrie shapes yet all ill sauoured Soone as the vncouth light vpon them shone Into her mouth they crept and suddenly were gone Ed. Spencer To erre is proper vnto men and but brutish to persist W. Warner Errors are no errors but by fate For oft the euent makes foule faults fortunate S. Daniell Errors left vnpunisht are profest And being not defended are opprest Ch. Middleton To heare good counsell error neuer loues D. Lodge Errors are hardly moued That loue doth breed in an vnaduised brest S. I. H. Transl A stony coldnesse hath benumbde the sence And liuely spirits of each liuing wight And dim'd with darknesse their intelligence Darkenes more then Cymerians day by night And monsters Error flying in the aire Hath mar'd the face of all that seemeth faire Ed. Spencer Faith Fidelia Like sunny beames threw forth her christall face That could haue mazde the râ—r'st beholders sight And rouÌ„d about her head did shine like heauens light She was araied all in Lilly white And in her right hand bare a Cup of Gold With wine and water filld vp to the height In which a serpent did himselfe infold That horror made to all that did behold But she nowhit did change her constant minde And in her other hand she full did hold A booke that was both signd and seald with bloud Ed. Spencer Faith sits triumphant on a coach of gold Of Tuballs worke where costly Saphires shine Rich Diamonds and many Rubies fine And if ought else the worke more costly hold This glorious chariots rowling wheeles are like The holy wheeles the great Ezechiel sawe For owne selfe spirit selfe winde and will doth drawe Their restesse courses equall both alike The bird that led the Romaine standerds out The bird that fixed can oppose his eies Against the greatest light in all the skies High through the ayre drawes this rich Coach about Faith flaunts it not in siluer nor in gold Nor precious scarlet of the Tyrian die Nor paints her face to hide deformitie But as she is she doth her selfe vnfolde Her body that all bodies doth disgrace Like Iunoes bird is full of watching eies Whose holy glaunces pierce the loftie skies Pierce the hie heauens and see God face to face She hath great store of flowing tongues to praise The Lord of hoastes she hath most mightie wings Passing the swiftnes of all mortall things That in a moment vp to heauen her raise Her glorious head is compast with a crowne Nor made of Oliue pine or Lawrell bowe Nor Parsly wreath which Graecians did allowe Th' olympian gaimes for signalls of renowne But of fresh Roses pluckt from honours tree That neuer shrinke for winters chilling frost Nor wither not when Titan hotely tostes But by the Lord for euer watered bee I. Syl. Transl Faith friendly porter of heauens Christall hold Conduct vs straight before the throne of gold Oâ— Gods great grace there prostrate on her knee Doth praier speake in name of all the three I. S. Transl What was the world before the world or God ere he was God Why this he did or doth not that this biddeÌ„ or forbod I dare not thinke or arrogate such misteries diuine Faith with her wits significant suffice these wits of mine To loue God and our neighbours as our selfe is all in fine W. Warner Drawe thy forces all vnto thy hart The strongest fortresse of this earthly part And on these three let thy assurance lie On faith hope and humilitie M. Drayton Faith is thy Fort thy shield thy stronger aide Neuer controll'd nere yeelded ne dismaide Which doth dilate vnfold foretell expresseth Which giues rewards inuesteth and possesseth Idem Faith hath not onely power on things terrene Both hie and lowe but oftentimes doth force Gods iustice too and sometimes seemes perforce Gods purposes to change and alter cleane I. Syl. The hardest things faith makes most possible Idem Euen the faithfull flocks are like the ground That for good fruite with weedes will still abound If that the share and coulter idle lie That riues the share and rootes the brambles bie Th. Hudson Transl Adde faith vnto your force and be not faint Ed. Spencer Onely faith doth iustifie say we of Gods free grace By Christ nor faith is idle but doth charitie embrace W. Warner Fame A monster swifter none is vnder sunne Encreasing as in waters we discrie The circles small of nothing that begin Which at the length vnto such breadth do come That of a drop which from the skies do fall The circles spread and hide the waters all So Fame in flight encreasing more and more For at the first she is not scarcely knowne But by and by she flits from shore to shore To clouds from th' earth her stature straight is growne There whatsoeuer by her trumpe is blowne The sound that both by sea and land out-flies Rebounds againe and verberates the skies They say the earth that first the Giants bred For anger that the Gods did them dispatch Brought forth this sister of those monsters dead Full light of foote swift wings the winds to catch Such monster erst did nature neuer hatch As many plumes she hath as top to toe So many eyes them vnderneath or moe And tongues do speake so many eares do harke By night tweene heauen she flies and earthly shade And shreaking takes no quiet sleepe by darke On houses roofes or towers as keeper made She fits by day and cities threates to inuade And as she tells what things she sees by view She rather shewes that's fained false then true I. H. Mir. of M. Fame in a stoale of purple set with eies And eares and tongues caried a golden booke Vpon the couer this I sawe engrau'd Pauci quos aequus amauit Iupiter aut ardeus euerit ad aethera virtus Dijs geniti G. Peele Fame with golden wings aloft doth flie Aboue the reach of ruinous decay And with braue plumes doth beate the ayrie skie Admir'd of base borne men from far away Ed. Spencer The Brazen Trompe of Iron winged fame That mingleth truth with forged lies E. Fairfax Transl Then came they to the foule and loathsome lake Darke deepe and mirie of a dreadfull hue Where was the aged man that neuer stinted To carrie bundles of the names imprinted This was the man whom as I told before Nature and custome so swift of foote had made He neuer rested but ran euermore And with his comming he did vse this trade A heape of names within his cloake he bare And in the Riuer did them all vnlade Or to say truth away he cast them all Into this streame which Laethe we do call This prodigall old wrerch no sooner came Vnto this cursed riuers barren banke But desperately without all feare of blame Or caring to deserue reward or thanke He hurl'd therein full many a precious name Where millions soone into the bottome sanke Hardly in euery
such beautie seem'd to couer And thus shee rode in tryumph in her throne Whose radiant lustre like the sunne-beames shone I. Weeuer Calme weather As then no winde at all there blew No swelling clowde accloyd the ayre The skye like grasse of watched hue Reflected Phaebus golden haire The garnisht trees no pendant stird Nor voyce was heard of any bird Mat. Roydon The King of windes calls home his posts againe And Amphitrite smooth's her watry plaine The ayre his clowdes hath chang'd to christall cleere And now the lamps of light from heauen appeare J. Syluester Of Tempests On Neptune war was made by Aeolus and his traine who letting loose the vvinds tost tormented the ayre So that on euery coast men shipwracke did abide Or els were swallowed vp in open sea with waues And such as came to shore were beaten with dispayre Edm. Spen. VVithin a little season The vvinde discouered his deceite and treason First from the poope it changed to the side Then to the prore at last it whirled round Long in a place it neuer would abide vvhich doth the Pilots wit and skill confound The surging waues swell still in higher pride Proteus white flocke did more and more abound And seem'd to them as many deaths to threaten As the shyps sides with diuers waues are beaten Now in theyr face the winde straight on theyr back And forward this and backward that it blowes Then on the side it makes the shyp to crack Among the Marriners confusion growes The Maister doubts ruine and present wrack For none his will nor none his meaning knowes To whistle becken cry it nought auailes Sometime to strike sometime to turne theyr sailes But none there was could heare nor see nor marke Theyr eares so stopt so dazeled were theyr eyes vvith vveather so tempestuous and so darke And black thick clowdes that with the storme did rise From whence sometimes great ghastly flames did sparkâ— And thunder claps that seem'd to rent the skies Which made them in a manner deafe and blind That no man vnderstoode the Maisters minde Nor lesse nor much lesse fearefull is the sound The cruell tempest in the tackle makes Yet each one for himselfe some busines found And so some speciall office him betakes One this vntide another this fast bound He the maine bowling now restraines now slakes Some take an oare some at the pumpe take paine And powre the sea into the Sea againe Behold a horrible and hideous blast That Boreas from his frozen lips doth send Doth backward force the saile against the mast And makes the waues vnto the skies ascend Then brake theyr oares and rudder eke at last Nothing was left from tempest to defend So that the ship as swai'd now quite a-side Vnto the vvaues laid ope her naked side Then all a-side the staggering ship did reele For one side quite beneath the water lay And on the tother side the very keele Aboue the water plaine discerne you may Then thought they all hope past down they kneele And vnto God to take their soules they pray Worse danger grew then this when this was past By meanes the ship gan after leake so fast The winde the waues to them no respite gaue But ready euery houre to ouer-throw them Oft they were hoist so high vpon the waue They thought the middle region was below them Oft-times so low the sand their vessell draue As though that Charon there his boat wold show them Scant had they time or power to fetch their breath All things did threaten them so present death S. I. Harr. An hoast of blacke and sable clouds Gan to ecclipse Lucinaes siluer face And with a hurling noyse from forth the South A gust of winde did raise the billowes vp Then scantled we our sailes with speedy hands And tooke our drablers from our bonners straine And seuered our bonnets from our courses Our top sailes vp we trusse our sprite sailes in But vainely striue they that resist the heauens For loe the waues incense then more and more Mounting with hideous rorings from the depth Our Barke is battered by encountring stormes And welnie steemd by breaking of the clouds The steeres-man pale and carefull holds the helme Wherein the trust of life and safety lay Till all at once a mortall tale to tell Our sailes were split by Bisas bitter blast Our middle broke and we bereft of hope There might you see with pale and ghastly lookes The dead in thought and dolefull Marchant lifts Their eyes and hands vnto their Country Gods The goods we cast in bowels of the Sea A sacrifice to swage proud Neptunes ire D. Lodge Now Nerrus foames and now the wrathfull waue Tost and turmoild by angry Neptunes slaues Doe mount and rowle gainst Thetis heauen doth fight And she inrag'd vsurpt on Rheas right An ayre black sable sad ore-spread the skies And reaues all light from wofull Saylers eyes Or if some beames breake through their pitchy night This naught but lighning flashes full of fright I. Syluester The Easterne winds driues on the roring traine Of white blew billowes and the clouds againe With fresh seas crosse the seas and she doth send In counter-change a raine with salty blend The heauens doe seeme in Thetis lap to fall The Sea-starre skies and God to arme this all Against one ship that skips from starres to ground From waue to waue like windy ballances bound The whilst the Pylot on a foamy mount Thinks from the pole to see hells pit profound And then cast downe vnto the sandy shore Seemes from low hell to see the lofty pole And feeling foes within and eke without As many waues so many deaths doth doubt The Sea sharp-surging round about the ship Vncaulks their keele and doth her seames vmip Whereby the waters entring vncontrold Ebbing abroad yet flow a-pace in hold For euery â—un the plied pump doth free A flood breakes in the amazed maister hee His cunning conquered by the perils plaines Doubts what to say or where to turne his raines Which waue to meete or which salt surge to flie So yeelds his charge in sea to liue or die Strike saile the Maister cries strike saile amaine Vaile misme and sprite saile but the winds constraine With boistrous blasts that beate vpon his face His sea-shapt speech to fly before their chace Of men dismay'd the sad confused cries Wroath Neptunes noyse and bellowing winds likewise Heauens thunder-claps the tacklings whistling Strange Minstrells doe dire dreadfull descant sing Iosuah Syluester The day with cloud was suddaine ouer-cast And angry Joue an hideous storme of raine Did poure into his Lemmons lap so fast That euery wight to shroud it did constraine Ed. Spencer The ayre doth on the suddaine grow obscure Lightened sometimes with lightnings dreadfull light And saue their houre-glasse kept the reckning sure T was hard for to discerne the day from night The desperate Marriners doe all indure As men inured to the waters spight The heauens aboue the waues beneath
vs roare Yet are they not dismai'd one whit therefore One with a whistle hang'd about his necke Shewes by the sound which cord must be vndone And straite the ship-boy ready at a becke Vnto the tops with nimble sleight doth runne The other Marriners vpon the decke Or at the steere the comming vvaues doe shunne And then by turnes they pump the water out By paine and care preuenting euery doubt S. I. Harrington The heauens on euery side inclosed be Black stormes and foggs are blowen vp from farre That now the Pilot can no Load-starre see But skies and Seas doe make most dreadfull warre The billowes striuing to the heauens to reach And th' heauens striuing them for to impeach R. Greene. Of the Spring The soote seasons that blood bloome foorth brings With greene hath clad the hill and eke the vale The Nightingale with feathers new she sings The Turtle to her mate hath told her tale Sommer is come for euery spray now springs The Hart hath hung his old head on the pale The Bucke in brake his Winter-coate he flings The Fishes fleete with new-repared scale The Adder all her sloth away she flings The swift Swallow pursueth the flies small The busie Bee her honey now she mings Winter is worne that was the flowers bale E. of Surrey The Winters wrath begins to quell And pleasant Spring appeareth The grasse now gins to be refresht The Swallow peepes out of her nest And cloudy welkin cleareth E. Spenser Flora now calleth for each flower And bid's make ready Maias bower That new is vp rise from bed Idem The earth late choakt with showres Is now arai'd in greene Her bosome springs with flowers The ayre dissolues her teene The vvoods are deckt with leaues And trees are cloathed gay And Flora crown'd with sheaues With oaken boughs doth play The birds vpon the trees Doe sing with pleasant voyces And chaunt in their degrees Their loues and luckie choyces D. Lodge The tenth of March when Aries receau'd Dan-Phoebus rayes into his horned head In flowry season of the yeare And when the firmament was cleare When Tellus her balls painted were With issue of disparent cheere When the Vsher to the morne did rise Sleepe gaue their vituall liberties To Phillis and to Floraes eyes G. Chapman The ayre was calme the day was cleare Loues wanton winds with wooing breathe Gan greete the sweetest of the yeare The flower forgot his Winters death The earth reuiued by the sunne To let in gay attire begunne The leafe allied vnto the tree By helpe of spring in coate of greene Stole forth my wandring eye to see The beauties of the Sommers Queene D. Lodge The Winter with his grisly stormes no longer dare abide The pleasant grasse with lusty greene the earth hath newly died The trees hath leaues the boughs do spred new changed is the yeare The water brooks are clean sunk down the plesant boughs appeare The Spring is come the goodly Nimphs now dance in euery place Thus hath the yeare most pleasantly of lately chang'd her face E. of Surrey Now each creature ioyes the other Passing happy dayes and howers One bird reports vnto an other In the fall of siluer showers vvhilst the earth our common mother Hath her bosome deckt with flowers Whilst the nearest torch of heauen vvith bright rayes warmes Eloraes lap Making nights and dayes both euen Chearing plants with freshnes sap S. Daniell Of VVinter The wrathfull Winter proching on a pace vvith blustring blasts had all ybard the treene And old Saturnus with his frosty face vvith chilling cold had pearst the tender greene The mantles rent wherein inwrapped beene The gladsome Groues that now lay ouer-throwne The Tapers torne and euery tree downe blowne The soyle that erst so seemely was to seeme vvas all dispoiled of her beauties hewe And stole fresh flowers wher-with the somers Queene Had clad the earth now Boreas blast downe blew And small fowles flocking in their songs did rew The vvinters wrath where-with each thing defast In wofull wise bewayl'd the Sommer past Hawthorne had lost his motly liuerie The naked twigs were shiuering all for cold And dropping downe the teares aboundantlie Each thing me thought with weeping eye me told The cruell season bidding me with-hold My selfe within for I was gotten out Into the fields whereas I walkt about M. Sackuille When ye count ye free from feare Comes the breame Winter with chamfered browes Full of wrinkles and frosty furrowes Shooting his grisly dart Which cruddles the blood and pricks the hart Ed. Spenser Ianuarie Now sad Winter welked hath the day And Phoebus weary of his yearely taske Yshackled hath his steeds in lowly lay And taken vp his Inne in fishes haske Idem Autumnus The wearied nights approached on a pace With darksome shades which somwhat breedeth care The sunne hath take more neere the earth his race In Libra then his greatest sway he bare For pardy then the dayes more colder are Then fades the greene fruite liuely hearbs are done And Winter gins to wast that Sommer wone I. H. Mir. of Mag. Sommer Iulie Now the sunne hath reared vp his siluer footed teame Making his wayte betweene the cup and golden Diademe The rampant Lyon hunts he fast with doggs of noysome breath VVhose balefull barking brings in hast pine plague and drery death Edm. Spencer August That time of yeere when the inamoured sunne Clad in the richest roabes of liuing fires Courted the Virgin signe great Natures Nunne â—vhich barraines earth of all that earth desires â—uen in the month that from Augustus wone His sacred name which vnto heauen aspiâ—es And on the last of his tentrebled dayes W. Shakespeare â—t was the month in which the righteous mayde That for disdaine of sinfull worlds vpbraid â—ed backe to heauen where she was first conceiu'd â—nto her siluer bower the sunne receiu'd And the hote Syrian dog on him awayting After the chafed Lyons cruell bayting â—orrupted had the ayre with noysome breath And powrd on earth plague pestilence dearth Rob. Greene. â—ow was the month that old Sextilis name â—hangd by the Romaine Senates sage degree And glorying so to innouate the same â—o haue himselfe new christned did agree â—oude that Augustus God-father should be 〈◊〉 whilst Ceres clad him in a mantle fayre Of bearded Corne still quauering with the ayre Char. Fitz Ieffrey Iulie VVhat time sleepes Nurse the silent night begun To steale by minutes on the long-liu'd dayes The furious dog-starre chasing of the sunne Whose scorching breath adds flames vnto his raies At whose approch the angry Lyon braies The earth now warm'd in her celestiall fire To coole her heate puts off her rich attire M. Drayton Of Morpheus Morpheus the liuelie sonne of deadly sleepe VVitnes of life to them that liuing die A prophet oft and oft an historie A Poet eke as humors flie or creepe S. Phil. Sid. Hee making speedy way through persed ayre And through the world of waters wide and deepe To Morpheus house doth
weake and wan But soone through sufferance growe to fearefull end Whil'st they are weake betime with them contend For when they once to perfect strength do growe Strong warres they make and cruell battrie bend Gainst fort of reason it to ouerthrowe Ed. Sp. Affliction If so Affliction once her warre begin And threat the feeble sense with sword and fire The mind contracts her selfe and shrinketh in And to her selfe she gladly doth retire As Spiders toucht seeke their webbes in most part As Bees in stormes vnto their hiues returne As bloud in daunger gathers to the hart As men seeke townes when foes the country burne I. Dauies If ought can touch vs ought afflictions lookes Make vs to looke into our selues so neare Teach vs to know our selues beyond all bookes Or all the learned schooles that euer were Idem This makes our senses quicke and reason cleare Resolues our will and rectifies our thought So do the winds and thunder clense the aire So working seas settle and purge the wine So lopt and pruned trees do flourish faire So doth the fire the drossie gold refine I. Dauies Audacitie What need we creepe the crosse to giue vnto a begging saint Tush tush a fig for booke loue none be fortunate that faint W. Warner Things out of hope are compast oft with ventering Chiefly in loue whose leaue exceeds commission Affection faints not like a pale fac'd coward But then woes best when most his choice is froward W. Shakespeare Blushing and sighing Theseus neuer stroue To wooe and winne Antiope his loue I. Weeuer VVhen all is done that do we may Labour we sorrowing all the night and suing all the day The female faultie custome yeelds lesse merit greatest pay And ventrous more then vertuous means doth bear the bel away W. Warner Art Art hath a world of secrets in her powers M. Drayton Art curbeth nature nature guildeth Art I. Marston Things sencelesse liue by Art and rationall die By rude contempt of Art and industrie G. Chapman Art hath an enemy cald ignorance B. Iohnson Arts perish wanting honour and applause D. Lodge Arts best nurse is honours chast desire And glory sets all studious hearts on fire Tho. Storer Art must be wonne by art and not by might S. I. Harr. Transl Valour and Art are both the sonnes of Ioue Both brethren by the father not the mother Both peeres without compare both liue in loue But Art doth seeme to be the elder brother Because he first gaue life vnto the other Who afterward gaue life to him againe Thus each by other doth his life retaine Ch. Fitz. Ieffery Art is nobilities true register Nobilitie Arts champion still is said Learning is fortitudes right calender And fortitude is Learnings saint and aide Thus if the ballances twixt both bewaide Honour sheelds Learning from all iniurie And Learning honour from blacke infamie Idem Vaine is the Art that seeks it selfe for to deceiue Ed. Spencer Auarice Greedie Auarice by him did ride Vpon a Camell loaden all with gold Two iron coffers hung on either side With precious mettall full as they might hold And in his lap a heape of coyne he tolde For of his wicked pelfe his god he made And vnto hell himselfe for money solde Accursed vsurie was all his trade And right and wrong alike in equall ballance waied Ed. Spencer Forth of a Desart wood an vgly beast There seem'd to come whose shape was thus defined Eares of an Asse a Wolfe in head and breast A carkasse all with pinching famine pined A Lyons grisly iawe but all the rest To fox-like shape did seeme to be enclined In England France in Italy and Spaeine Yea all the world this monster seem'd to raine Where ere this cruell monster set his foote He kild and spoyld of euery sort and state No height of birth or state with him did boote He conquered Kings and crownes all in like rate Yea this beasts power had tane so deep a roote It entred in Christs Vicars sacred gate And vexed Cardinalls and Bishops chiefe And bred a scandall euen in our beliefe S. I. Harr. Python whom Phoebus kil'd with thousand darts Was monster lesse then this by thousand parts Idem Eriphilaes Armor In vaine it were for to declare in Verse How sumptuously her armour all was wrought All set with stones and set with Indian Gold Perfect for vse and pleasant to behold Mounted she was but not vpon a steede In stead whereof she on a Wolfe did sit A Wolfe whose match Apulia doth not breede Taught to obey although she vs'de no bit And all of sandy colour was her weede Her armes were this for such a Champion fit An vgly toade was painted on her shield With poyson swolne and in a sable field Idem Auarice all arm'd in hooking â—enters All clad in birdlime without bridge she venters Through fell Charibdis and false Syrtes Nesse The more her wealth the more her wretchednesse Cruell respectlesse friendlesse faithlesse else Those foule base figures in each dunghill poole Like Tantalus staru'd in the midst of store Not that she hath but what she wants she counts A well-wing'd Bird that neuer loftie mounts I. Syluister Transl Regard of worldly mucke doth fowly blend And lowe abase the hie heroike spirit That ioyes for crownes and kingdomes to contend Ed. Spencer We aged carke to liue and leaue an ouerplus in store Perhaps for spend-alls so amidst abundance liue we pore W. Warner Those which much couet are with gaine so fond That what they haue not that which they possesse They scatter and vnloose from their bond And so by hoping more they haue but lesse Or gaining more the profit of excesse Is but to surfet and such griefes sustaine That they proue banckrout in this pore rich vaine VV. Shakespeare Those that will all deuour must all forgoe Tho. Dekkar CoÌ„tent thee with vnthreatned mean play not Aesops dog The gold that geÌ„tle Bacchus gaue did greedy Mydas clog Commit not treasure with thy child to greedy minded men Thou leauest Polydor a spoile to Polymnestor then VV. VVarner Beautie Sacred Beautie is the fruit of sight That curtesie that speakes before the toong The feast of soules the glory of the light Enuy of age and euerlasting yoong Pitties commaunder Cupids richest throne Musicke entraunced neuer duly sung The summe and court of all proportion And that I may dull speeches least afford All Rhethorickes Flowers in lesse then in a word G. Chapman Bewtie borne of heauenly race Bewtie daughter of maruaile ô see how Thou canst disgracing sorrowes sweetly grace What power thou shew'st in a distressed browe That mak'st affliction faire giu'st teares their grace What can vntressed locks can torne rent haire A weeping eye a wailing face be faire I see then artlesse feature can content And that true Bewtie needs no ornament S. Daniell Bewtie is the bait which with delight Doth man allure for to enlarge his kinde Bewtie the burning lampe of heauens light Darting her beames into
eternall bowres And by their view direct this state of ours Then how can he a perfect states man proue That knowes not how celestiall bodies moue Th. Stouer The loue That men their country and their birth-right beare Exceeds all loue and dearer is by farre Our countries loue theÌ„ friends or children are T. Kyd. Content All wealth and wisedome rests in true Content Contentment is our heauen and all our deeds bound in that circle seld or neuer closde G. Chapman Who seekes to haue the thing we call enough Acquaint himselfe with Contentation For plenteousnesse is but a naked name And what sufficeth vse of mortall men Shall best apay the meane and modest harts G. Gascoigne The noblest mind the best contentment hath Ed. Spencer High climing wits do catch a sudden fall With none of these Content doth dwell withall D. Lodge Content feeds not on glory nor on pelfe CoÌ„tent can be contented with her selfe Th. Bastard CoÌ„tent is worth a monarchy and mischief hits the hie W. Warner Who so contented liues is happie wise D. Lodge Inconstant change such tickle turnes hath lent As who so feares to fall must seeke Content Depriue the world of perfect discontent All glories end true honour strait is stain'd And life it selfe in errors course is spent All toyle doth sort but to a sory end For through mislikes each learnes for to amend D. Lodge He only liues most happily That 's free and farre from maiestie Can liue content although vnknowne He fearing none none fearing him Medling with nothing but his owne While gazing eyes at crownes grow dim Th. Kyd. Courage To Courage great It is no lesse beseeming well to beare The storme of fortunes frowne or heauens threat Then in the sun-shine of her countenance cleare Timely to ioy and carry comely cheare Ed. Spencer High Courage with true wisedome euer backt Winnes perfect fame Th. Lodge Nere was there euer noble courage seene That in aduantage would his puissance boast Honor is least where ods appeareth most Ed. Spencer Where is no courage there is no ruth nor mone Idem Good hart in ill doth th' euil much amend Idem Courage imboldneth wit wit courage armes M. Drayton They make their fortune who are stout and wise Wit rules the heauens discretion guides the skies Ed. Fairfax Transl Action is fiery valouâ—s souerainge good G. Chapman No foote to foe Repining courage yeelds Ed. Spencer Then are the valiant who more vaine then cowardes who more wise Not men that trauell Pegasus but fortunes fooles do rise W Warner Be valiant not too ventrous but fight to fight againe Euen Hercules did hold it ods for one to striue with twaine Idem Might wanting measure moueth surquedrie Ed. Spencer More is he that ventureth for more Then who fights but for what he had before S. Daniell Valour mixt with feare boldeneth dread May march more circumspect with better heed Idem Valour in greatest daungers shewes most bright As full-fac't Phoebe in the darkest night Ch. Fitz Geffrey The Spartanes once exilde Archilochus The Author of Lycambes Tragedie Because he said it was commodious Rather to cast away his shield and flie Then boldly to resist and brauely die Idem Court The Princes Court is mansion of the wise Figure of heauen faire fountaine of delights Theater of honours earthly paradice Sudden aduancer Spheare of purest light The liuely Vatican of bewties bright Thither let Phoebus progenie resort Where shines their father but in Ioues great Court Th. Storer This is euer proper vnto Courts That nothing can be done but fame reports S. Daniell To censure is the subiect of the Court From thence fame carries thither fame doth bring There too each word a thousand ecchoes ring A Lotterie where most loose but fewe do winne M. Drayton Nothing in Court is done without a fee The Courtier needs must recompenced bee E. Sp. Most miserable man whom wicked fate Hath brought to Court to sue for had I wist That fewe hath found but many one hath mist Idem The Court is counted Venus net Where gifts and vows forestalls are often set None be so chaste as Vesta but shall meere A curteous tongue to charme her eates with sweete R. Greene. The Court hath much of vanitie and painfull ease W. VVarner The Court is now become a skittish colte Of wise men hardlier man aged then of the glorious dolt Idem These all deformities in forme in some one man we see More garded then regarded franke not to continue free WheÌ„ as the merchaÌ„ts booke the map of all his wealth shal be Idem Sometimes the courts of kings were vertuous schooles Now finde we nought in Court but curious fooles O you whose noble hearts cannot accord To be the the slaues to an infamous Lord And knowes not how to mixe with perillous art The deadly poyson with the amorous dart Whose natures being found wills no constraint Nor will your face with flattering pensill paint For wee le nor woe for pitie nor for hire Of good my Lords their fauours to require Goe not to Court if ye will me beleeue For in that place where ye thinke to releeue The honour due fot vertue yee shall finde Nought but contempt which leaues good men behind Th. Hudson Transl The wanton luxurie of Court Doth forme the people of like sort S. Daniell Ye worthy dames that in your breasts do beare Of your all-seeing god no seruile feare Ye that of honour haue a greater care Then sights of Courts I pray you come not there Let them that in their purse haue not a mite Cloathe them like Kings and play the Hypocrite And with a lying tale and fained cheare Court-coozen them whom they would see on beare Let there the Pandar sell his wife for gaine With seruice vile his noblesse to attaine Let him that serues the time chaunge his intent With faith vnconstant saile at euery vent Th. Hudsrn Transl The Court was neuer barren yet of those Which could with subtill traine and hard aduise Worke on the Princes weakenes and dispose Of feeble frailtie easiest to entice S. Daniell Golden cuppes do harbor poyson And the greatest pompe dissembling Court of seasoned words hath foyson Treason haunts in most dissembling D. Lodge Ye fearefull wits ye impes of Achelous Which wracks the wisest youth with charming voice Ye Circes who by your enchauntment strange In stones and swine your Louers true doo change Ye Stymphalids who with your youth vptakes Ye Rauens that from vs our riches takes Ye who with riches art and painted face For Priams wife puts Castor's sister in place Ye Myrrhaes Canaces and Semyrames And if there were yet moe defamed dames Come all to Court and there ye shall receiue A thousand gaines vnmeete for you to haue There shall you see the gifts of great prouinces There shall you see the grace of gracelesse Princes Th. Hudson Transl Courtiers as the tide do rise and fall Ed. Spencer It doth not sit With Courtiers maiestie to be
faith So in this place we ought not to surrender That deerer part till heauen it selfe commaund it For as they lent vs life to do vs pleasure So looke they for returne of such a treasure Th. Kyd. Farre greater folly is it for to kill Themselues dispairing then is any ill I. H. M. of M. Be resolute not desperate the Gods that made thee poore Can if they will do wait their will thy former state restâ—â—â— W. Warner When last need to desperation driueth Who dareth the most wisest counsell giueth S. I. Harrington We may in warre sometime take truce with foes But in Dispaire we cannot with our woes M. Drayton Dispaire hath euer daunger all contemned Idem Diuell Hells prince sly parent of reuolts and lies I. Syluister O ruthlesse murderer of immortall soules A lasse to pull vs from the happie poales And plunge vs headlong in the yawning hell Thy ceaselesse fraudes and fetches who can tell Thou play'st the Lyon when thou doost ingage Blood-thirstie Neroes barbarous heart with rage While flesht in murders butcherlike he paints The Saint-poore world with the dear blood of Saints Thou plaiest the dog when by the mouth prophane Of some false Prophets thou doest belch thy bane Where from the Pulpet barkingly he rings Bold blasphemies against the King of Kings Thou plai'st the swine when plung'd in pleasures vile Some Epicure doth sober mindes defile Transforming lewdly by his loose impietie Sweete Lacedemon to a soft societie Thou plaiest the Nightingale or else the swan When any famous Rhetorician With captious wit and curious language drawes Seduced hearers and subuerts the lawes Thou play'st the foxe when thou doest faine aright The face and phrase of some deepe Hypocrite True painted tombe dead seeming cole but quicke A scorpion fell whose hidden taile doth pricke Yet this were little if thy spight audacious Spar'd at the least the face of angels gracious And if thou didst not apely immitate Th' almighties workes the wariest wits to mate I. Syl. Transl The ghostly enemie doth not stay Till tempted persons do obay Yeeld to him he a Lyon is Gaine stood a flie his pray doth mis. Ignoto A subtill Pandar with more inticing rights Then sea hath fish or heauen hath twinckling lights I. Syl. As a false Louer that thicke snares hath laide To entrap th' honour of a faire yoong maide When she though listening litle eare affords To his sweete courting deepe affected words Feares some asswaging of his freezing flame And soothes himselfe with hope to gaine his game And wrapt with ioy vpon this point persists That parlying cittie neuer long resists Euen so the serpent that doth counterfet A guilefull call to allure vs to his net Perceiuing Eue his flattering gloze disgest He prosecutes and iocund doth not rest Till he haue tried foote hand head and all Vpon the breach of this new battered wall I. Syl. Transl Discord Hard by the gates of hell her dwelling is There where as all the plagues and harmes abound Which punish wicked men that walke amis It is a darkesome delue far vnder ground And thornes which barren brookes inuirond rounâ— That none the same may easily out win Yet many waies to enter may be found But none to issue forth when one is in For Discord harder is to end then to begin Ed. Spencer Ate mother of debate And all dissention which doth daily grow Amongst fraile men that many a publike state And many a priuate oft it doth oreâ—unne Idem He knew her weed of sundry hew Patched with infinit vnequall lists Her skin in sundry naked places view At diuers rents and cuts he may that lists Her haire was gray and red and black and blew And hard and soft in laces some she twists Some hangeth downe vpright some standeth staring As if each haire with other had bene squaring Her lap was full of writs and of citations Of processes of actions and arrests Of bills of answeres and of replications Greeuing the simple sort with great vexations She had resorting to her as her guests Attending on her circuits and her iournies Suters and Clarkes Lawiers and Atturnies S. I. Harr. Transl Her face most foule and filthy was to see With squinted eyes contrariwise intended And loathly mouth'd vnmeet a mouth to bee That nought but gall and venome comprehended â—nd wicked words that God and man offended Her lying tongue was in two parts diuided â—nd both the parts did speak and both contended â—nd as her tongue so was her heart descided That neuer thought on them but doubly still was guided Ed. Spencer All like as drops ingender mightie flouds And little seeds sprout forth great leaues and buds Euen so small strifes if they be suffered runne Breed wrath and warre and death ere they be donne M. of Magist Concord in kingdomes is great assurance And royall fame lies do neuer fall But where discord doth lead the doubtfull dance With busie brawles and termes of variance Where malice minstrell is the pipe ill report The mask mischiefe and so doth end the sport Idem Fire-brand of hell first tinde in Phlegeton By thousand suries and from thence outthrowne Into this world to worke confusion And set it all on fire by force vnknowne Is wicked discord whose small sparkes once blowne None but a God or godlike man can slake Such as was Orpheus that when strife was growne Amongst those famous Imps of Greece did take His siluer harp in hand shortly friends them makâ— Ed. Spencer O cruell discord food of deadly hate O mortall corsiue to a common-weale Death-lingring consumption to a state A poysoned sore that neuer salue could heale O soule contagion deadly killing feuer Infecting oft but â—o be cured neuer M. Drayton A state diuided cannot firmly stand Two Kings within one realm could neuer rest T. Kyd. Dissimulation Fierce lightening from her eies Did set on fier faire Heroes sacrifice Which was her torne robe and inforced haire And the bright flame became a maid most faire For her aspect her tresses were of wire Knit like a net where harts all set on fire Struggled in pants and could not get releast Her armes were all with golden pincers drest And twentie fashioned knots pullies and brakes And all her body girdled with printed snakes Her downe parts in a scorpion taile combinde Freckled with twenty colours pâ—edwings shinde Out of her shoulders cloth did neuer die Nor sweeter colours euer viewed eie In scorching Turkey Cares Tartarie Then shinde about this spirit notorious Nor was Arachnes web so glorious Of lightning and of shreds she was begot More hold in base dissemblers is there not Her name was Eronusis G. Chapman The colours of dissemblance and deceit Were died deep in graine to seeme like truth Ed. Spencer Better a wretch then a dissembler E. Gilpin Commonly in dissimulations Th' excesse of glauering doth guile â—â—tect Reason refuseth falshood to direct The will therefore for feare of being spied Exceedeth meane because it wanteth guide M. of M.
are subiect to the power of heauen Nor wrongs passe vnreuenged although excus'd Idem Would heauen her bewtie should be hid from sight Nere would she thus adorne her selfe with light With sparkling Lamps nor would she paint her throne But she delighted to be gaz'd vpon And when the glorious sunne goes downe Would she put on her stary bestudded crowne And in her masking sure the spangled skie Come forth to bride it with her reuellry Heauens gaue this gift to all things in creation That they in this should immitate their fashion Idem M Drayton Heauens influence was neuer constant yet In good or bad as to continue it Th. Kyd. If thou be wise hold this as ominous The heauens not like disposed euery houre The starres be still predominant in vs Fortune not alway forth her bagge doth powre Nor euery cloude doth raine a golden showre M. Drayton Heart Free is the Heart the temple of the minde The sanctuarie sacred from aboue Where nature keepes the keys that loose and binde No mortall hand force open can that doore So close shut vp and lock to all mankinde S. Daniell The bodies wound by medicines may be eased But griefes of heart by salues are not appeased R. Greene. By thought of heart the speech of tongue is carried S. I. Harr. Tran. Happinesse vid. Felicitie Hate Hate is the elder loue the yonger brother Yet is the yonger stronger in his state Then th' elder and him mastereth still in all debate Ed. Spencer Nor Hate nor loue did euer iudge aright Innated hate will hardly be displaste Out of high hearts and chiefly where debate Happeneth amongst great persons of estate I. H. Mirr of M. Hatred must be beguilde by some new course Where states are strong Princes doubt their force S. Daniell Spight bites the dead that liuing neuer darde Ed. Spencer Sildome doth malice want a meane to worke M. Drayton Hate hits the hie and windes force tallest towers Hate is peculiar to a Princes state R. Greene. Hatred accompanies prosperitie For one man greeueth at an others good And so much more we thinke oâ—r miserie The more that fortune hath with others stood So that we seld are seene as wisedome would To bridle time with reason as we should Th. Kyd. Haste Oft times the greatest haste the worser speeds S. I. Harr. Transl As busie braines must beat on tickle toyes As rash inuention breeds a raw deuice So suddein falles do hinder hastie ioyes And as swift baits do fleetest fish intice So haste makes waste and therefore now I say No haste but good where wisedome beares the sway G. Gascoigne The swiftest bitch brings forth the blindest whelpes The hottest feuers coldest crampes ensue The nakedst need hath ouer-latest helpes Idem Hastie respect repents when t is too late I. Markeham Rashnesse sees all but nothing can preuent M. Drayton Fore-iudging puts out one of wisedomes eies If by rashnesse valour haue got honour We blame the rashnesse but reward the valour Ch. Fitz Ieffrey O rash false heat wrapt in repentance cold Thy haste springs still blood and nere growes old W. Sh. Hell An hidious hole all vast withouten shape Of endlesse depth orewhelm'd with ragged stone With ougly mouth and grifly iawes doth gape And to our sight confounds it selfe in one Here entred we and yeeding forth anon An horrible loathly lake we might discerne As blacke as pitch that cleped is Auerne A deadly gulfe where nought but rubbish growes With foule blacke swelth in thickned lumps that lies Which vp in th' aire such stinking vapour throwes That ouer there may fly no fowle but dies Choakt with th'pestilent sauours that arise M. Sackuile Thence come we to the horror and the hell The large great kingdomes and the dreadfull raigne Of Pluto in his throne where he did dwell The wide waste places and the hugie plaine The waylings shrikes and sundry sorts of paine The sighes the sobbes the deep and deadly grone Earth aire and all resounding plaine and mone Idem Then turning backe in silence soft they stole And brought the heauy course with easie pace To yawning gulfe of deep Auernus hole And by that same an entrance darke and base With smoake and Sulphur hiding all the place Descends to hell their creature neuer past That back returned without heauenly grace But dreadfull furies which their chaines haue brast And damned sprights sent forth to make ill men agast Ed. Spencer Darksome den of Auernus Wher 's no path to returne nor starting holes to be scaping Desteny death and hell and howling hidious hell-hound Loathsom streames of Stix that nine times compasse Auernuâ— Ab. Fraunce They passe the bitter waues of Acheron Where many soules sit wayling wofully And come to fiery flood of Phlegeton Whereas the damned ghoasts in torments fry And with sharpe shrilling shrikes do bootlesse cry Cursing high Ioue the which them thither sent Ed. Spencer About the desart parts of Greece there is a vally low To which the roaring waters fall that froÌ„ the mouÌ„tains flowâ— So rocks do ouershadow it that scarse a man may vew The open aire no sun shines there amidst this darkesom creâ— Doth stand a citie to the same belongs one onely gate But one at once may come therto the entrance is so strait Cut out the rough maine stony rocke this citie did belong To Pluto and because that he was doing alwaies wrong And kept a theeuish rable that in mischiefe did excell His citizens were diuels said and citie named hell W. Warner Honour In woods in waues in warres doth honour dwell And will be found with petill and with paine Ne can the man that moulds in idle cell Vnto her happie mansion attaine Before her gate hie God did sweat ordaine And wakefull watches euer to abide Ed. Spencer Honour is purchas'de by the deeds we doo Ch. Marlowe Honour is not wonne Vntill some honourable deed be donne Idem Danger bids seeke the softest way one way But what saith honour honour saith not so Neuer retire with shame this honour saith The worst that can befall one is but death S. I. Harr. In braue pursuit of honourable deed There is I know not what great difference Betweene the vulgar and the common seed Which vnto things of valerous pretence Seemes to be borne by natiue influence As feates of armes and loue to entertaine But chiefly skill to ride doth seeme a science Proper to gentle blood some others faine To manage steed c. Ed. Spencer Euer great imployment for the great Quickens the bloud and honour doth beget S. Daniell Promotion is a puffe These worldly honors are but shades of sweete Who seeke too much before they get enough Before they meet the meane with death they meete With death they meete the hauen of all desire Where will must waâ—ne and pride cannot aspire D. Lodge Honour a thing without vs not our owne S. D. What doth auaile to haue a princely place A name of honour and an high degree To
in her degree And next her self her righteous ballance hanging bee Ed. Spencer Then iustice comes the last of all the gods That left her residence here on the earth For lacke of whom the world grew all at ods And man to man curses each others birth For then vsurping wrong succeeded straight That no man knew how long to hold his right Then calls the world for Iustice back againe Complaining how they now were ouerrunne And they would suffer any scourging paine In pennance for those sinnes themselues had donne For that their wickednesse did force that power To leaue the seate whereas she sate before Whereas the Gods did in their courts decree Iustice should be transformed to the starres There foolish men might euery minute see Her that should helpe these miseries of theirs But stand like Tantalus within those brinkes Where he sees water but yet neuer drinkes Ch. Middleton Faire Astraea of the Titans line Whom equitie and iustice made diuine M. Drayton Well did the Anticke world inuent That Iustice was a God of soueraigne grace And Altars vnto him and temples lent And heauenly honours in the highest place Calling him great Osyris of the race Of th' old Aegyptian Kings that whilome were With fained colours shading a true case For that Osyris whil'st he liued here The iustest man aliue and truest did aspire His wife was Isis whom they likewise made A goddesse of great power and soueraigntie And in her person cunningly did shade That part of Iustice which is equitie Ed. Spencer Vntill the world ftom his perfection fell Into all filth and foule iniquitie Astraea here mongst earthly men did dwell And in the rules of iustice then and stumbled well Idem Where Iustice growes there growes eke quiet grace The which doth quench the brand of hellish smart And that accurst hand-writing doth deface Idem Sparing Iustice feeds iniquitie W. Shakespeare The first was Bacchus that with furious might All th' east before vntam'de did ouerrunne And wrong repressed and establisht right Which lawlesse men had formerly foredone Their iustice forc't her princely rule begunne Next Hercules his like ensample shewed Who all the west with equall conquest wonne And monstrous Tirants with his club subdued The club of Iustice dread with kingly power endued Ed. Spencer Who so vpon himselfe will take the skill And Iustice vnto people to deuide Had need of mightie hands for to fulfill That which he doth with righteous doome decide And for to maister wrong and puissant pride For vaine it is to deeme of things aright And make wrong doers Iustice to deride Vnlesse it be perform'd with dreadlesse might For power is the right-hand of iustice truly hight Idem Offences vrg'd in publike are made worse The shew of Iustice aggrauates despight The multitude that looke not to the cause Rest satsfied so it be done by lawes S. Daniel It often falles in course of common life That right long time is ouerborne of wrong Through auarice or power or guile or strife That weakens her and makes her partie strong But Iustice though her doome she do prolong Yet at the last she will her owne cause right Fd. Spencer Good causes need not curious termes equall Iudges heare The equitie not eloquence W. Warner Who passeth iudgement for his priuate gaine He well may iudge he is adiudg'd to paine R. Greene. Kings Kings are the Gods vicegerents on the earth The Gods haue power Kings from that power haue might Kings should excell in vertue and in birth Gods punish wrongs kings should maintaine right They be the sunnes from which we borrow light And they as Kings should still in iustice striue With Gods from whom their beings they deriue M. Drayton The baser is he comming from a King To shame his hopes with deeds degenerate The mightier man the mightier is the thing That makes him honoured or begets him hate For greater scandall waits on greater state The Moone being clouded presently is mist But litle starres may hide them where they list The Crowe may bathe his cole-blacke wing in mire And vnperceiu'd flie with the filth away But if she like the snow white swan desire The staine vpon his siluer downe will stay Poore groomes are sightles nights kings glorious day Gnats are vnnoted wheresoeuer they flie But Eagles are gaz'd vpon with euery eie VV. Shakespeare Since the heauens strong arms teach Kings to stād Angells are plac't about the glorious throne To gard it from the stroakes of traitrous hand Th. Dekkar When thou becom'st an earthly God mens faults to ouersee Forget not that eternall God that ouerlooketh thee W. Warner The least part of a King is allowing him and none Lesse priuate then a Prince the weale or woe of euery one Idem He and his people make but one a body weake or strong As doth the head the limbs or limbs the head assist or wrōg Idem Kings Lords of times and of occasions May take th' aduantage when and how they list S. Daniell Kings will be alone Competitors must downe Neare death he stands that stands to weare a crowne Idem It is a daungerous thing In rule of loue but once to crosse a King M. Drayton Endles cares concur with crowns a bitter sweeting is raign W. VVarner Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balme from an anoynted King The breath of worldly men cannot depose The deputie elected by the Lord. W. Shakespeare He knowes not what it is to be a King That thinkes a Scepter is a pleasant thing R. Greene. A glittering Crowne doth make the haire soone gray Within whose circle a king is but arrested In all his feasts hee 's but with sorrow feasted And when his feete disdaine to touch the mold His head 's a prisoner in a Iaile of Gold M. Drayton Vnhappy Kings that neuer can be taught To know themselues or to discerne their fault S. Daniell No outragious thing From vassall actors can be wipte away The Kings misdeeds can not be hid in clay W. Shakespeare No Scepter serues dishonour to excuse Nor kingly vaile can couer villainie Fame is not subiect to authoritie M. Drayton Thinke not but Kings are men and as the rest miscarry Saue that their fame and infamy continually doth tarry VV. VVarner Kings want no meanes to accomplish what they will M. Drayton Mislikes are silly lets where Kings resolue them Where counsell chasing will hath emperie Deeds are too prest for reason to dissolue them In mightie mindes a grounded vanitie Like springs that ceassesse neuer stoppeth Vntill her neighbour Oake she ouertoppeth D. Lodge Great men too well grac'd much rigor vse Presuming fauorites mischiefe euer bring So that concluding I may boldly speake Minions too great argue a king too weake S. Daniell New kings do feare when old kings farther straine Establisht state to all things will consent Idem Good from kings must not be drawne by force Idem A Scepter like a pillar of great height Whereon
a mightie building doth depend Which when the same is ouer-prest with waight And past his compasse forc't thereby to bend His massie roofe downe to the ground doth send Crushing the lesser part and murthering all Which stand within the compasse of his fall M. Drayton Too true that tyrant Dyonisyus Did picture out the image of a king When Damocles was placed in his throne And ore his head a threatning sword did hang Fastened vp only by a horses haire R. Greene. Kingdomes A rule there is not failing but most sure Kingdome no kin doth know â—e can endure M. of M. Thebes Babell Rome these proud heaueÌ„ daring wonders Loe vnder ground in dust and ashes lie For earthly kingdomes euen as men do die I. Syluester Transl If thou wilt mightie be flie from the rage Or cruell will and see thou keep thee free From the fowle yoake of sensuall bondage For though thy Empire stretcheth to Indian sea And for thy feare trembleth the farthest Thisce If thy desire haue ouer thee the power Subiect then art thou and no gouernour E. of Surrey Knowledge Through knowledge we behold the worlds creation How in his cradle first he fostered was And iudge of natures cunning operation How things she formed of a formelesse masse By knowledge we do learne our selues to knowe And what to man and what to God we owe From hence we mount aloft vnto the skie And looke into the christall firmament There we behold the heauens great Hierarchie The starres pure light the spheares swift mouement The spirits and intelligences faire And Angels waiting on th' almighties chaire And there with humble mind and hie in sight Th' eternall makers maiestie we viewe His loue his faith his glory and his might And mercy more then mortall men can viewe Ed. Spencer Soule of the world knowledge withouten thee What hath the earth that 's truly glorious Why should our pride make such a stirre to bee To be forgot What good is like to this To do worthy the writing and to write Worthy the reading and the worlds delight S. Daniell What difference twixt man and beast is left When th'heauenly light of knowledge is put out And the ornaments of wisedome are bereft Then wandreth he in errour and in doubt Vnweeting of the daunger he is in Through fleshlesse frailtie and deceit of sin Ed. Spencer Our new knowledge hath for tedious traine A drouping life an ouerracked braine A face forlorne a sad and sullen fashion A restlesse toyle and cares selfepining passion Knowledge was then euen the soules soule for light The spirits calme port and lanthorne shining bright To thait-stept feet cleare knowledge not confusde Not sower but sweete not gotten but infusde I. Syl. Transl We see to know men still are glad And yet we see knowledge oft makes men mad S. I. H. Transl Who so knowes most the more he knowes to doubt The best discourse is commonly most stout S. Daniell Common is rhe proofe That enuying is not cunning if it standeth not aloofe VV. Warner By knowledge thine thou hast no name Least others know thou know'st the same Skill comes too slow and life so fast doth flie We learne so little and forget so much I. Dauies Vid. Learning Labour Where ease abounds it 's death to do amisse But who his limbs with labours and his minde Behaues with cares cannot so easie misse Abroad in armes at home in studious kinde Who seekes with painfull toyle shall honor soonest finde Ed. Spencer Learne with the Ant in sommer to prouide Driue with the Bee the drone from out the hiue Build like the Swallow in the sommer tide D. Lodge Much labor is too litle that should houshold charge defraye W. Warner Industry well cherisht to his face In sun-shine walkes in spight of sower disgrace M. Roydon The noblest borne dame should industrious bee That which doth good disgraceth no degree G. Chapman Let Mandeuile example be to men not to be idle In amorous passions labour is to loue at least a bridle VV. Warner Adams labour in Eden Edens earth was then so fertill and so fat That he made only sweet assaies in that Of skilfull industry and naked wrought More for delight then for the gaine he sought In briefe it was a pleasant exercise A labour likte a paine much like the guise Of cunning dauncers who although they skip Run caper vault trauerse and turne and trip From morne til euen at night againe full merry Renew their daunce of dauncing neuer weary Or els of hunters that with happie lucke Rowsing betimes some often breathed bucke Or goodly stagge their yelping hounds vncouple Wind loud their horns their hoopes hallows double Spurre on and spare not following their desire Themselues vnweary though their hacknies tire But for in th' end of all their iollitie Their 's found much stifnesse sweat and vanitie I rather match it to the pleasing paine Of Angels pure who euer sloth disdaine Or to the Suns calme course who plainlesse aye About the welkin poasteth night and day I. Syl. Transl Learning O blessed letters that combine in one All ages past and make one liue withall By you we do conferre with who are gone And the dead liuing vnto counsaile call By you the vnborne shall haue communion Of what we feâ—le and what doth best befall S. Daniell By the cleare beames of learnings light We tread the obscure pathes of Sages right Idem But that learning in despight of fate Will mount aloft and enter heauen gate And to the seat of Ioue it selfe aduance Hermes had slept in hell with ignorance Yet as a punishment they added this That he and pouertie should alwaies kis And to this day is euery scholler poore Grosse gold from them runnes headlong to the boore Ch. Marlowe Of little worth is learnings worthy skill Where Pilots wisedome is not perfect still Corinnaes praise and Sapphoes are discerned Aboue the rest because they both were learned S. I. Harr. Transl K. Cecrops and his royall seed did honor Athence so As that from thence are said the springs of sciences to flow W. Warner Lechery Next vnto him rode lustfull Lechery Vpon a bearded Goat whose rugged haire And whally eyes the signe of iealousie Was like the persons selfe whom he did beare Who rough and blacke and filthy did appeare Vnseemly man to please faire Ladies eie Yet he of Ladies oft was loued deare When fairer faces were bid standen by O who doth know the bent of womens fantasie Ed. Spencer Incontinence dull sleepe and idle bed All vertue from the world haue banished The tickling flames which our fond soules surprize That dead a while in Epilepsie lies Doth starke our sinewes all by little and little Drawing our reason in fowle pleasure brittle I. Syl. Transl Loue comforteth like sun-shine after raine But lusts effect is tempest after sunne Loues gentle spring doth alwaies fresh remaine Lusts winter comes ere sommer halfe be donne Loue surfets not but like a glutton
daies in strife And as the heauens do that dispose So shuts and spreads he with the rose D. Lodge Time ouer old and yoong is still reuolued Within it selfe and neuer tasteth end But mankind is to nought for aye reserued The filthy snake her aged coat can mend And getting youth againe in youth doth flourish But vnto man age euer death doth send The very trees with grafting we can cherish So that we can long time produce their time But man which helpeth them helplesse must perish S. Phil. Sidney O trustlesse state of miserable men That build your blisse on hope of earthly thing And vainly thinke your selues halfe happie then When painted faces with smooth flattering Do fawne on you and your wide praises sing And when the courting masker louteth low Him free in heart and trustie too you know Ed. Spencer He that comparde mans body to a hoaste Said that the hands were scouts discouering harmes The feet were horsemen thundering on the coaste The brest and stomacke foe men huge in swarmes But for the head in soueraigntie did boast It captaine was directer of alarmes Whose rashnesse if it hazarded any ill Not he alone but all the hoast did spill I. Markeham Each creature not grudging at mans glorie Vnto his life becomes contributorie Idem Like flouds in sommer or flowing springs in the winter So man consumeth No trust or firmenesse in life that flies like a shadow What then alas is man That so presumeth D. Lodge The shadow of the clocke by motion wends We see it passe yet marke not when it parts So what is mans declines and sudden ends Each thing begins continues and conuerts Idem Man to woman giueth all perfection And as our chiefe Philosophers do say Woman by man is perfect made each way I. VVeeuer Man is loaden with ten thousand languors All other creatures only feele the angors Of fewe diseases as the gleaming quaile Only the falling sicknes doth assaile The turne-about and murraine trouble cattle Madnesse and quincie bid the mastife battle I. Siluester â—t doth exceed mans thought to thinke how hie God hath raisd man since God a man became The Angels do admire this mysterie And are astonisht when they view the same I. Dauies Men do not know what they themselues will bee When as more then themselues themselues they see S. Daniell â—ike as the fatall rauen that in his voyce â—arries the dreadfull summons of our deaths â—ies by the faire Arabian spiceries â—er pleasant gardens and delightfull parts â—eeming to curse them with his hoarse exclaimes â—nd yet doth stoupe with hungry violence â—pon a peece of hatefull carrion So wretched man displeas'd with those delights Would yeeld a quickning sauour to his soule Pursues with eager and vnstanched thirst The greedy longings of his loathsome flesh G. Peele Man is a little world and beares the face And picture of the vniuersitie All but resembleth God all but is glasse All but the picture of his maiestie Man is the little world so we him call The world the little God God the great all Th. Bastard The gallant courser in his full carrire Is made by man to stoppe with slender raine But man himselfe his lust and fond desire Is sildome drawne by reason to refraine T is hard to stop but harder to retire When youthfull course ensueth pleasure vaine As beares do breake the hiues and weake defences When smell of hony commeth to their sences S. I. H. Great Pompey in the midst of victorie All vnexpected happened to his end And Caesar in his greatest maiestie Vntimely murdered by his dearest friend Such are mens best estates more wretched they In greatest pompe most subiect to decay Ch. Midleton What doth make men without the parts of men Or in their manhoods lesse then children But manlesse natures all this world was namd'd A world of him for whom it first was framde Who like a tender cheuerell shrunke with fire Of base ambition and of selfe desire His armes into his shoulders crept for feare Bountie should vse them and fierce rape forbeare His legs into his greedy belly runne The charge of hospitalitie to shunne In him the world is to a lumpe reuerst That shrunke from forme that was by forme disperst And in nought more then thanklesse auarice Not rendring vertue her deserued price G. Chapman Like as rude Painters that contend to showe Beasts fowles or fish all artlesse to bestowe On euery side his natiue counterfet Aboue his head his name had need to set So men that will be men in more then fate As in their forheads should in actions place More perfect characters to proue they be No mockers of their first nobilitie Els may they easily passe for beasts or foules Soules praise our shapes and not our shapes our soules Idem When as men all do know then nothing know S. Daniell The milder passions doth show man For as the leafe doth bewtifie the tree The pleasant flowers bedeck the flourishing spring Euen so in men of greatest reach and power A mild and piteous thought augments renowne D. Lodge No man before his end is truly blest T. Dekkar Man to man as beast to beast holds ciuil duties vain W. Warner Mans inward parts are colder and the nummer When outwardly they feele a boyling sommer Mans voyce in euery ones opinion is but an airie repercussion D. Lodge Marriage Hymen that now is god of nuptiall rights And crownes with honor loue and his delights G. Chapman Before them on an altar he presented Both fire and water which was first inuented Since to ingenerate euery humane creature And euery other birth produc'st by nature Moysture and heate must mix so man and wife For humane race must ioyne in nuptiall life Idem In Athence The custome was that euery mayd did weare During her maydenhead a silken spheare About her waste aboue her inmost weed Knit with Mineruaes knot and that was freed By the faire bridegroome on the mariage night With many ceremonies of delight Idem Shouldst thou but dream what mariage is thou wouldst not liue a maid One hart of two two soules of one by wedlocke is conuaid VV. VVarner Beleeue me man there is no greater blisse Then is the quiet ioy of louing wife Which who so wants halfe of himselfe doth misse Friend without change play-fellow without strife Food without fulnesse counsaile without pride Is this sweet doubling of our single life S. Phil. Sidney In choyce of wife preferre the modest chaste Lillies are faire in shew but foule in smell The sweetest lookes by age are soone defaste Then choose thy wife by wit and louing well Who brings thee wealth and many faults withall Presents thee hony mixt with bitter gall D. Lodge Wild sauages that drinkes of running springs Thinkes water faire exceeds all other things But they that daily taste meate nere despiâ—e it Virginitie al be some highly prise it Compar'd with marriage had you tride them both Differs as much as wine and
Nemesis hie mistris of reuenge That with the scourge keepes all the world in awe Th. Dekkar The minde by wrong is made a male-content And cloudes her shine in pleaslesse melancholy Her holy humours are in passion spent Till by reuenge shee 's set at libertie For t is reuenge that satisfaction brings To iniur'd mindes and to oppressed things I. Markham The soule is like a boystrous working sea Swelling in billowes for disdaine of wrongs And tumbling vp and downe from bay to bay Proues great with child of indignations Yet with reuenge is brought to calme allay Disburdend of the paine thereto belongs Her bowers are turnd to bright-fac't sun-shine braues And faire content plaies gently on her waues Idem Reuenge dies not rigour begets new wrath And bloud hath neuer glory mercie hath S. D. Reuenge is mine saith he that sits on hie Th. Achelly O dire reuenge when thou in time art rakte From out the ashes that preserue thee long And lightly from thy cinders art awakte Fuell to freedome and reuiu'd with wrong How soone from sparks the greatest flames art sprung Which doth by nature to his top aspire Whose massy greatnes once kept downe his fier M. Drayton Reuenge in tears doth euer wash his hands Idem Who so doth threat meanes of reuenge doth loose S. D. Had I reuenged bene of euery harme My coate had neuer kept me halfe so warme G. Gascoigne Though vengeance come behind and her foote sore She ouertakes th' offender going before Riches Description of Mammon At last he came vnto a gloomy glade Couered with boughes and shades from heauen light Whereas he sitting found in secret shade An vncouth saluage and vnciuill wight Of grisly hue and foule ilfauoured sight His face with smoake was tand and eies were bleard His head and beard with sowte were all bedight His coale blacke hands did seeme to haue bene seard In smith-fiers spitting forge nails like claws appeard His Iron coate all ouergrowne with rust Was vnderneath enueloped with gold Whose glittering glose darkened with filthy dust Well it appeared to haue bene of old A worke of rich entraile and curious molde Wouen with Anticks and wilde Imagerie And in his lap a masse of coyne he tolde And turned vpside downe to feed his eie A couetous desire with his huge treasurie And round about him lay on euery side Great heapes of gold that neuer could be spent Of Mulcibers deuouring element Some others were nere driuen and distent Into great Ingoes and to wedges square Some in round plates without monument But some were stampt and in their end all bare The Anticke shapes of Kings and Keysars strange and rare Ed. Spencer Mammon I riches reade And deeme them roote of all disquietnes First got with guile and then preseru'd with dread And after spent with pride and lauishnes Leauing behind them griefe and heauines Infinit mischiefes of them do arise Strife and debate blood-shead and bitternes Outragious wrong and hellish couetize That noble heart as great dishonor doth despise Idem It 's but a little slide That doth the house of riches from her mouth diuide Before the doore sate selfe-consuming care Day and night keeping wary watch and ward For feare least fotce or fraud should vnaware Breake in and spoyle the treasure there ingard Ne would he suffer sleepe once thitherward Approach albe his drowsie den were next For next to death is sleepe to be compar'd Therefore his house is vnto his annext Here sleep there riches hel gate them both betwixt Ed. Spencer VVell may a rich mans hearse want teares but heires he shall not misse To whom that he is dead at length no little ioy it is vv vvarner Good is no good but if it be spend God giueth good for no other end Ed. Spencer Vessels of brasse oft handled brightly shine What difference betweene the richest mine And basest earth but vse for both not vsde Are of little worth then treasure is abusde When misers keepe it being put to lone In time it will returne vs two for one Ch. Marlowe Gold is a sutor neuer tooke repulse It carries Palme with it where e're it goes Respect and obseruation it vncouers The knottie heads of the most surly Groomes Enforcing yron doores to yeeld it way Were they as strong ram'd vp as Aetna gates It bends the hams of Gossip Vigilance And makes her supple feete as swift as winde It thawes the frostiest and most stiffe disdaine Muffles the clearnesse of Election Straines fancie vnto foule Apostacie And strikes the quickest-sighted Iudgement blinde Then why should we dispaire dispaire Away Where Gold 's the Motiue women haue no Nay B. Iohnson Wealth in this age will scarcely looke on merit Idem Gentry doth small auaile And vertue lesse if lands and riches faile S. I. H. Sacriledge The common text shall haue a common glosse Receits in parcels shall be paid in grosse This doctrine preach'd who from the church doth take At last shall trebble restitution make M. Dray Secrecie Secrecie the crowne of a true Louer M. Drayton Hard it is to proue By sight or speech what bides in secret brest S. I. H. What can so secret bee But out of it will when we do least suspect For posts haue eares and walles haue eyes to see Dumbe beasts and birds haue toongs ill to detect Idem Silence Dumbe Silence sworne attendant on black night Thou that hast power to close vp murmures iawe To stop the barking of the watchfull hound And charme the gagling of those waking fowle That sau'd Ioues Capitoll milde Queene of rest Th. Dekkar Soft Silence and submisse obedience Both linkt together neuer do depart Both gifts of God nor gotten but from thence Both girlonds of his saints against their foes offence Ed. Spencer Silence wisedomes mother S. Phil. Sidney Silence doth seem the maske of base oppression Idem Sences Although things sensible be numberlesse But only fiue the Sences organs bee And in those fiue all things their formes expresse Which we can touch taste feele or heare or see I. Dauies Mans eye makes what is seene to seeme so faire Mans eare makes what is heard to sound so sweete His touch by softnesse euery sence is meete For his owne obiect Idem Sight The two eyes which haue the seeing power Stand as one watchman spie or Sentinell Being plac'd aloft within the heads hie tower And though both seeing yet both but one thing tell Idem Nine things to sight required are The power to see the light the visible thing Being not too small too thin too nigh too farre Cleare space and time the forme distinct to bring Idem Like as a glasse is an inanimate eye And outward formes imbraceth outwardly So is the eye an amimate glasse that showes In formes without vs. G. Chapman What we behold is censured by the eyes Where both deliberate the loue is slight Who euer lou'd that lou'd not at first sight Ch. Marlowe I trow that countenance cannot lye Whose
thoughts are legible in the eye M. Roydon Often the eye mistakes the braine being troubled W. Sha. All amorous eyes obseruing forme thinks parts obscured best vv vvarner A greedy eye will haue a greedy hand D. Lodge A monstrous rabblement Of fowle mishapen wights of which some were Headed like Owles with beakes vncomely bent Others like dogs others like gryphons dreare And some had wings and some had clawes to teare And euery one of them had Linceus eies And euery one did bowes and arrowes beare All those were lawlesse lusts corrupt enuie And couetous aspects all cruell enemies Those same against the bulwarke of the sight Did laie strange siege and battailous assault Ne once did yeeld it respit day or night But soone as Titan gan his head exault And soone againe as he his light withhault Their wicked engines they against it bent That is each thing by which the eyes may fault But to them all more huge and violent Bewtie and money they that bulwarke shroudly rent Ed. Spencer Hearing Eares office is the troubled aire to take Which in their mazes formes a sound or noyse Whereof her selfe doth true distinction make The wickets of the soule are plac'd on hie Because all sounds do lightly mount aloft And that they may not pierce too violently They are delaid with turnes and windings oft I. Dauies As streames which with their winding bankes do play Stopt by their creekes runne softly through the plaine So in the eares labyrinth the voyce doth stay And doth with easie notice touch the braine Idem It is the slow'st yet the daintiest sence For euen the eares of such as haue no skill Perceiue a discord and conceiue offence And knowing not what 's good yet finde the ill Idem These conduit pipes of knowledge the minde But th' other three attend the body still For by their seruices the soule doth finde What things are to the body good or ill I. Dauies The second bulwarke was the hearing sence Gainst which the second troupe designment makes Deformed creatures in straunge difference Some hauing heads like harts some like to snakes Some wild like boares late rowz'd out of the brakes Slaunderous reproaches and foule infamies Leasings backbitings and vaine-glorious crake Bad counsels praises and false flatteries All those against that first did send their batteries Ed. Spencer Smelling Next in the nosthrils she doth vse the Smell As God the breath of life in them did giue So makes he now his power in them to dwell To iudge all aires whereby we breathe and hue This sence is also mistresse of an art Which to soft people sweet petfumes doth sell Through this deare art doth little good impart Since they smell best that doth of nothing smell And ye good sents do purifie the braine Awake the fancie and the wittes refine Hence old deuotion in aduise did ordaine To make mens spirits more apt to thoughts diuine I. Dauies Likewise that same third fort that is the smell Of that third troupe was cruelly assaide Whose hideous shapes were like to fiends of hell Some like to hounds some like to apes dismaide Some like to puttocks all in plumes arraide All shapte according their conditions For by those ougly formes werren portraide Foolish delights and fond abusions Which do that sence besiege with light illusiōs Ed. Sp. Tasting The bodies life with meates and aire is fed Therefore the soule doth vse the tasting power In vaines which through the tong pallat spred Distinguish euery rellish sweet and sower This is the bodies nurse but since mans wit Found the Art of cookery to delight his sence More bodies are consumde and kild with it Then with the sword famine or pestilence I. Dauies That fourth band which cruell battery bent Against the fourth bulwarke that is the taste Was as the rest a grisly rabblement Some mouth like greedy Estriges some fac'st Like loathly Toades some fashioned in the waste Like swine for so deseru'd his luxurie Surfet misdiet and vnthriftie warke Vaine feasts and idle superfluitie All those this sences for t assaile incessantly Ed. Sp. Feeling Lastly the feeling power which is lifes roote Through euery liuing part it selfe doth shed By sinewes which extend from head to foote And like a net all ouer the body spred Much like a subtill spider which doth sit In middle of her web which spreddeth wide If ought do touth the outmost thred of it She feeles it instantly on euery side I. Dauies By touch the first pure qualities we learne Which quicken all things hot cold moist and drie By touch hard soft rough swoot we do discerne By touch sweet pleasure and sharpe paine we trie These are the outward instruments of sence These are the guardes which euery one must passe Ere it approach the mindes intelligence Or touch the phantasie wits looking glasse Idem But the fift troupe most horrible of hue And fierce of force was dreadfull to report For some like snailes some did like spiders shewe And some like ougly vrchins thicke and short Cruelly they assailed that fift fort Armed with darts of sensuall delight With strings of carnall lust and strong effect Of feeling pleasures with which day and night Against the same fift bulwarke they continued fight Ed. Spencer Sinne. First we do taste the fruite then see our sin S. Daniell Shame followes sin disgrace is daily giuen Impietie will out neuer so closely donne No walles can hide vs from the eye of heauen For shame must end what wickednes begun Forth breakes reproach when we least thinke thereon Idem Like as diseases common cause of death Bring daunger most when least they pricke and smart Which is a signe they haue expulst the breath Of liuely heate which doth defend the hart Euen so such sinnes as felt are on no part Haue conquered grace and by their wicked vre So kild the soule that it can haue no cure I. Hig. M. of M. Sinnes haruest neuer failes but grace hath death D. Lodge Couer thou fier neuer so close within Yet out it will and so will secret sin M. of M. It doubles sinne if finely sinne we practise to preuent W.W. Man may securely sinne but safely neuer B. Ihonson What wight on earth can voyd of fault be found What Saint is that who doth not sinne sometime Tweene good and bad this difference sole is found That good men sinne but seld and mend betime The bad man making scruple none nor question Yeelds willingly to euery leaud suggestion S. I. H. Sinnes oft assaid ere thought to be no sin So soileth sinne the soule it sinketh in M. of M. Shame leaues vs by degrees not at first comming For nature checks a new offence with loathing But vse of sinne doth make it seeme as nothing S. Daniell What though our sinnes go braue and better clad They are as those in rags as base as bad Idem The spot is foule though by a Monarch made Kings cannot priuiledge a sinne forbade Idem Sinne euer
eye appeares It fits that youth the spring of man should bee Richt with such flowers as vertue getteth thee R. Greene. For noble youth there is no thing so meete As learning is to know the good from ill To know the tongues and perfectly endite And of the lawes to haue the perfect skill Things to reforme as right and iustice will For honour is ordained for no cause But to see right maintained by the lawes M. of M. The youth of Princes haue no boundes for sinne Vnlesse themselues doe make the bounds within S. Daniell Most true it is as vessels of first licours euer taste Loue seasoned so with sweetnes of youth the same dooth euer last W. Warner Like as the vessell euer beares a taste Of the same iuice wherewith it first was fil'd And as in fruitfull ground the seede growes fast That first is sowen after the ground is till'd So looke what lore in youthfull yeeres is plast By that they grow the worse or better willed When as they came to manly age and stature Sith education is another nature S. I. H. The tunne retaineth long the taste and sent Of that pure licour which at first it hent And what impression one in youth retaine In age our reason hardly will restraine D. Lodge What by vaine example youth conceiues The same for lawfull daily he receiues Idem Age is deformed youth vnkind Wee scorne their bodyes they our mindes Th. Bastard The youth are foolish hardy or lesse hardy theÌ„ they ought Effeminate fantasticke in few not few are nought W. Warner Forward sinne in raines of foolish rage Leaues heedlesse youth inchaind his captiue page D. Lodge Youth doth deserue by might But old age by good counsell and fore-sight Idem Youth may loue and yongmen may admire If old age cannot yet it will desire I. Weeuer In grained habits died with often dips Are not so soone discoloured yong slippes New set are easily mou'd and pluckt away But elder rootes clippe faster in the clay I. Murston The plow-man first his land doth dresse and turne And makes it apt or ere the seede he sow VVhereby hee is full like to reape the corne VVhere otherwise no seede but weed should grow By which example men may easily know When youth haue wealth before they can well vse it It is no woonder though they doe abuse it M. of M. Reform the eueÌ„ to day vnapt to day least apt to morrow Youth aptly offers vertues such as yeares vnaptly borrow VV. VV. Looke what wee haue when youth is most in prime That shall wee want in age by course of time Th. Churchyard The diuision of the day naturall Mediae noctis inclinatio Night was farre spent and now in Ocean deepe Orion flying fast from hissing snake His flaming head did hasten for to steepe Ed. Sp. By this th' eternall lamps wherewith high Ioue Doth light the lower world were halfe yspent And the moyst daughters of huge Atlas stroue Into th' ocean deep to driue their wearie droue IdeÌ„ The gentle humorous night Implyes her middle course and the sharpe east Breathes on my spirit with his fierie steedes G. Chapman The silent night that long had soiourned Now gan to cast her sable mantle off And now the sleepie waine-man softly droue His slow-pac't teeme that long had trauailed Th. Kyd. Gallicinium By this the Northerne Wagoner had set His seuen-fold teeme behind the stedfast starre That was in Ocean waues yet neuer wet But firme is fixt and sendeth light from farre To all that in the wide deepe wandring are And cheereful chauntte cleere with his notes shrill Had warned once that Phebus fierie carre 〈◊〉 haste was climing vp to Esterne hill Full enuious that the night so long his roome did fâ—ill Ed. Spencer What time the natiue Bel-man of the night The bird that warned Peter of his fall First rings his siluer bel to each sleeping wight That should their mindes vp to deuotion call Idem The cheerefull cocke the sad nights trumpeter Wayting vpon the rising of the sunne Doth sing to see how Cynthia shrinks her horne Where Clitia takes her progresse to the East VVhere wringing west with drops of siluer dew Her wonted teares of loue she doth renew The wandering swallow with her broken song The countrie wench vnto her worke awakes Whilst Cytherea sighing walks to seeke Her murdered loue transformed to a rose Whom though she see to croppe shee kindly feares But kissing sighes and dewes him with her teares Th. Kyd. Now ere the purple dawning yet did spring The ioyfull Larke began to stretch her wing And now the cocke the mornings trumpeter Plaid hunts vp for the day-starre to appeare Downe slideth Phebe from her cristall chayre S'daigning to lend her light vnto the ayre M. Drayton Diliculum At last fayre Hesperus in highest skie Had spent his lamp brought forth dawning light Ed. Spencer The night growen old her blacke head waxen gray Sure shepheards signe that morn wil soon fetch day S. Ph. Sydney It was the time when gainst the breaking day Rebellious night yet stroue and still repined For in the east appeares the morning gray And yet some lampes in Ioues high pallace shined Ed. Fairfax By this Apolloes golden harpe beganne To send forth musicke to the Ocean Which watchfull Hesperos no sooner heard But hee the day bright bearing carre prepar'd And ranne before as harkenger of light And with his flaming beames â—ockt vgly night Ch. Marlow Lycaons sonne The hardy plough-swaine vnto mightie Ioue Hath trac'd his siluer furrowes in the heauen And turning home his ouer-watched teeme Giues leaue vnto Apolloes chariot R. Greene. Nights candles are burnt out and iocond day Stands tiptoe on the mistie mountaines top VV. Sh. Loe now the gentle Larke wearie of rest From his moyst cabynet mounts vp on hie And wakes the morning from whose siluer breast The sunne ariseth in his maiestie VVho doth the world so gloriously behold That Cedar tops and hilles seem'd burnisht gold Idem Mane The ioyous day gan earlie to appeare And fayre Aurora fro her dewy bed Of aged Tithon gan her selfe to reare With rosie cheekes for shame as blushing red Ed. Spencer Now when the rosie-fingred morning fayre Wearie of aged Tithons saffron bed Had spread her purple robe through dewie ayre And the high hilles Titan discouered The royall Virgin shooke off drowsie bed Idem Now sullen night with slow sad pace descended To vgly hell when loe the blushing morrow Lends light to all faire eyes that light will borrow W. Sh. Soone as the morrow saire with purple beames Disperst the shadowes of the mistie night And Titan playing on the easterne streames Gan cleare the dewie ayre with springing light Ed. Spencer The dewie Rose at morne had with her hayres In sundrie sorts the Indian clime adornde And now her eyes apparelled in teares The losse of louely Memnon long had mornde D. Lodge The gaudie morne out of her golden sleepe Awakte and little birdes vncagde
West Orion lift aloft His stately crest and smilde vpon the twins And Cynthia seemely bright whose eye full oft Had watcht her loue with radiant light begins To pierce the vaile of silence with her beames Sporting with wanton cleere in Ocean streames VVhen little winds in beating of their wings Did woe the eyes to leaue their constant walke And all was husht saue Zephirus that sings With louely breathings for the sea nymphs sake My wrathfull greefes perplexe my mind so sore That forth I walkt my sorrowes to deplore D. Lodge Poeticall Descriptions Of Theologie In chariot framed of celestiall mould And simple purenesse of the purest skie A more then heauenly nymph I did behold Who glauncing on mee with her gracious eye So gaue mee leaue her beautie to espie For sure no sence such sight can comprehend Except her beames theyr fayre reflection lend Her beautie with eternitie beganne And onely vnto God was euer seene When Eden was possest with sinfull man She came to him and gladly would haue beene The long succeedings worlds eternall Queene But they refused her O hainous deede And from that garden banisht was that seede Since when at sundrie times and sundry wayes Atheisme and blinded ignorance conspire How to obscure those holy burning rayes And quench that zeale of heart-inflaming fire As makes our soules to heauenly things aspire But all in vaine for maugre all their might She neuer lost one sparkle of her light Pearles may bee foyld and gold bee turn'd to drosse The sunne obscur'd the moone bee turn'd to bloud The world may sorrow for Astreas losse The heauens darkened like a duskie wood Wast deserts lie where watrie fountaines stood But fayre Theologie for so shee hight Shall neuer loose one sparkle of her light Such one she was as in his Hebrew song The wisest king for fairest creature prooues Embracing her the Cedar trees among Comparing her to roses and to Doues Preferring her before all other loues Such one she was and euerie whit as fayre Besides these two was neuer such a payre T. Storer Astrologie Her hand-maides in Amazon-like attire Went chaste and modest like Dianaes traine One by her gazing lookes seemes to aspire Beyond the Moone and in a high disdaine To deeme the world and worldly treasures vaine She hight Astrologie on whose bright lawne Spheres Astrolabes and skilfull globes are drawn Retoricke The next fayre smiling with a pleasing cheeke Had power to rauish and inchaunt mens eares Hight Rhetorick whose shadowed vaile showen cleere With siluer tongues and ouer it she weares A wimpled scarfe bedewd with hearers teares Whose captiue hearts she should detaine long while With pleasance of her vnaffected stile Of Logicke The third a quicke-eyde dame of piercing sight That reasons worth in equall ballance wayed The truth shee lou'd aboue all earthly wight Yet could not tell her loue but what shee sayd Was certaine true and shee a perfect maide Her garments short tuckt vp to earth preparde And shee calld Logicke without welt or gard Th. Storer Arith. Musicke Geometrie Next these whose outward lookes I knew aright And had some portion of their endlesse treasure Fayre Algebra with fingers richly dight Sweete Musicke founder of delightsome pleasure Earth-scanning nymph directresse of all measure These humbly did her soueraigne highnes greet And meekely layd their garlands at her feete From euerie one shee pluckt a speciall flower And layd each flower vpon a seuerall part Then from her one a stemme of wondrous power Whose leaues were beames whose stalke a fiery dart And that she layd vpon my trembling heart These were the buds of art this plant of blisse This gaue them life they yeelded grace to this Th. Storer Of Battaile Two greater kings were neuer seene before Then camped was in Ragan field at morne With haughtie hearts enarmed all on ire Each souldiour set another so on fire Thar scarcely they could keepe them in their bounde Till pipe or Cymball or the Trumpet sound Denounce the chocke but with their furious faces They threate their foes with fell menaces And stroks at hand two thousand lads forlorne To blunt the sword were downe in battaile borne Vpon their flames flew feruently their stones That bet theyr bucklers to their brused bones The Squadron then steps sternely to the stroke With hearts inhumane all the battaile yoakes And are supplyde with many mightie bands Some counters them and sternely them withstands With foote to foote each other ouerpries Both Medes and Caldes claspe with gastly cryes Like Nylus streames that from the rocke do rumble 〈◊〉 Encelade when he in tombe doth tumble Tho. Hudsâ—â— Of a kisse Best charge and brauest retrait in Cupids fight A double key which opens to the heart Most rich when most his riches it impart Neast of yong ioyes schoole-master of deâ—ight Teaching the meane at once to take and giue The friendly stay where blows both wound heale The pettie death where each in other liue Poore hopes first wealth hostage of promise weake Breakefast of loue S. Ph. Sydney Of People People lesse setled then the slâ—ding sand â—ore mutable then Proteus or the Moone Tâ—â—nd and â—eâ—urnd in turning of a hand â—â—â—e Euâ—â—pusâ—bâ—e flowing euery noone Thou thousand headed headlesse monster most Of slâ—ine like Antheus and as oft new rising Who hard as steele as light as wingd art tost Camelion like each obâ—ects colour prising I. Syluester Disdaine A sturdie villaine stirring strife and bold As though the highest God defie he would In his right hand an iron clubbe hee held But hee himselfe was all of golden mould Yet had both life and sence and well could weilde That cursed weapon when his cruell foes he queld Dâ—sdaine he called was and did disdaine So to be calde and who so him did call Ed. Spencer Of the same Loe a knight vnto his socour went All arm'd in shining steele and on his shield He bare a yoake in sundrie peeces rent And flames of fire all in a yellow field So weaponed he was as if hee ment To make all that incountred him to yeeld A sword and speare hee had and to the same A mace from whence he threw continuall flame His mace was storde with euerlasting fire That euer burned and did neuer waste No other wagon needed one desire To make good way which way soere he past And sure Rinaldoes danger did require Quicke remedie wherefore the knight did haste And when hee saw this monster and did vew her VVith his stiffe speare forth with hee ouerthrew her But this same fall did her no whit annoy Wherefore to vse his speare he now misliketh Onely hee will his fierie face imploy And with thar same the monster foule hee striketh Then shee no longer could her force inioy S. I. H. Of Dearth Dearth the liuely forme of death Still yawning wide with lothsome stinking breath VVith hollow eyes with meger cheekes and chinne VVith sharpe leane bones piercing her sable skinne Her emptie bowels may bee plainely spide
all tand with scorching sunnie ray As hee had trauaild many a summers day Through boyling sands of Affrica and Inde And in his hand a Iacobs staffe to stay His wearie limbs vpon and eke behind His scrip did hang in which his needmets he did bind Ed. Spencer Of Harpies Seuen of them came together in a knot VVith womens faces wanne with deadly cold So hunger-staru'd as death it selfe might not Be at first sight more hidious to behold Their wings were great but foule black wings god wot Theyr tallents sharp to gripe and strong to hold A large foule panch a filthy tayle and long From whence there came a mighty odour strong S. I. Harr. Of Cyprus With filled sayles in little while They came as farre as Cyprus Venus Ile Heere euery place was full of odours sweet Of gardens fayre of spyce of pleasant tast The people lustfull for dame Venus meete From tender yeeres to doating age doe last With wanton damsels walking in each street Inuiting men to pleasure and repast S. I. Harr. Of the Rainebow Noah lookes vp and in the ayre he viewes A semicircle of an hundred hewes vvhich bright ascending toward th' aetheriall thrones Hath a line drawne betweene two Horizons For iust Diameter an euen bent bow Contriu'd of three whereof the one doth show To be all painted of a golden hew The second greene the third an orient blew Yet so that in this pure blew-golden greene Still ô pall-like some changeable is seene A bow bright shining in th'archers hand Whose subtile string seemes leuell with the land Halfe parting heauen and ouer vs it bends vvithin two seas wetting his horned ends A temporall beautie of the lampfull skyes vvhere powerfull Nature shewes her fresh-red dies And if you onely blew and red perceaue The same as signes of sea and fire conceaue Of both the flowing and the flaming doome The iudgement past and iudgement yet to come I. Siluester Of Paradice Soone after he a christall streame espying From foote to head he washt himselfe therein Then vp he gets him on his courser flying And of the ayre he more and more doth win Ascending heauen all earthly thoughts defying As fishes cut the liquid streame with fin So cutteth he the ayre and doth not stop Till he was come vnto the mountaine top This hill nie toucht the circle of the Moone The top was all a fruitefull pleasant fielde And light at night as ours is heere at noone The sweetest place that euer man beheld There would I dwell if God gaue me my boone The soyle thereof most fragrant flowers doth yeeld Like Rubies gold Saphire pearles Topaze stones Chrisolites Diamonds Iacinths for the nonce The trees that there did grow were euer greene The fruite that thereon grew were neuer fading The sundry coloured birds did sit betweene Singing most sweet the fruitfull boughes theÌ„ shading Riuers more cleere then Christall to be seene The fragrant smell the sence and soule inuading With ayre so temperate and so delightsome As all the place beside was cleere and lightsome Of Diana The first with cloths tuckt vp as Nimphs in woods doe range Tuckt vp eueÌ„ to the knees with bowes arrowes prest Her right arme naked was discouered was her brest But heauy was her pace such a megre cheere As little hunting mind God knows did there appeere S. Phil. Sidney Now great Phoebe in her tryumph came With all the titles of her glorious name Diana Delia Luna Cynthia Virago Hecate and Elythia Prothyria Dictinna Proserpine Latona and Lucina most diuine M. Drayton Cynthia The siluer Moone dread soueraigne of the deepe That with the floods fills vp her horned head And by her waine the waining ebs doth keepe Iar. Markham VVith a brase of siluer hindes 〈◊〉 Iuorie Chariot swifter then the windes 〈◊〉 great Hyperions horned daughter drawne â—nchauntresse like deckt in disparent Lawne Circled with charmes and incantations That ride huge spirits and ouragious passions Musicke and moode she loues but loue she hates As curious Ladies doe their publique cates G. Chapman Natures bright eye-sight and the nights faire soule That with thy triple forhead doost controule Earth seas and hell and art in dignitie The great'st and swiftest Planet in the skie Idem Venus Mounting in the East Faire Venus in her Iuorie coach did hast And towards those pensiue Dames her course addrest Her Doues so plied theyr wauing wings with flight That straight the sacred Goddesse came in sight Vpon her head she bare that gorgious crowne vvherein the poore Amintas is a starre Her louely locks her bosome hanging downe Those nets that first insnard the God of warre Delicious-louely shine her louely eyes And on her cheekes Carnation clowdes arise D. Lodge Of Venus This goddesse had with art more theÌ„ our womeÌ„ knoâ— As stuffe meant for the sale set out to glaring show A wanton womans face with curld knots had twinâ— Her haire which by the help of painters cunning shin'â— S. Phil. Sidney Of Cupid Amongst this gamesome crue is seene The issue of the Cyprian Queene Whose head and shoulders fethered beene And as the starres his countenaunce sheene In his left hand his bow he bare And by his side his quiuer ware In power he sits past all compare And with his flames the world doth dare A scepter in his hand he held With Chloris natiue flowers vntild And Nectars deathlesse odours stild From his bright locks the Sun digild The triple Graces there assist Sustaining with theyr brests commist And knees that Thetis bosome kist The challice of this Amorist G. Chapman transl Him the greatest of the Gods we deeme Borne without sinne or couples of one kind For Vâ—nus selfe doth solie couples seeme Both male and female through commixture ioynd So pure and spotlesse Cupid forth she brought And in the gardens of Adonis nurst Where growing he his owne perfection wrought And shortly was of all the Gods the first Then got he bow and shafts of gold and lead In which so fell and puissant he grew That Ioue himselfe his power began to dread And taking vp to heauen him godded new From thence he shoots his arrowes euery where Into the vvorld at random as he will On vs frayle men S. Daniell Venus Now in ire Shee mounts her chariot swifter then the winde Or subtill comprehension of the minde vvhich by two nimble Cock-sparrowes was drawne Caparisond but lightly with the lawne Tooke from the Flowre-deluces inner skin Trapt and imbost with Marigolds within Sits Venus naked holding in her hand A tumbling shelfish with a Mirtle wand Wearing a garland on her wimpled head Compacted of the white Rose and the red None but the blinde boy Cupid durst approch For to be whurried with her in her Coach The snow-white Graces running by theyr sides Were through the heauens theyr wagoners guides Lashing the Sparrowes vnder quiuering wings With whyps of twisted gold and siluer strings A beauie of white Doues still fluttring ouer From the sunnes sight
vp theyr stately swelling banks That Albion cliffes in whitenes passe vvith hanches smooth as looking-glasse But bow all knees now of her knees My tongue doth tell what fancie sees The knots of ioy the iems of loue Whose motion makes all graces moue vvhose bought incau'd doth yeeld such sight Like cunning painter shadowing white The gartring place with child-like signe Shewes easie print in mettall fine But then againe the flesh doth rise In her braue calues like christall skies vvhose Atlas is a smallest small More white then whitest bone of all Thereout steales out that round cleane foote This noble Cedars precious roote In shew and sent pale Violets Whose steppe on earth all beauty sets But backe vnto her backe my Muse vvhere Ledas swan his feathers mewes Along whose ridge such bones are met Like Comfets round in Marchpane set Her shoulders be like two white Doues Pearching in square royall rooues Which leaded are with siluer skin Passing the hate-spot Ermelin And thence those armes deriued are The Phenixe wings are not so rare For faultlesse length and stainelesse hue Ah woe is mee my woes renew Now course doth leade me to her hand Of my first loue the fatall band vvhere whitenes doth for euer sit Nature her selfe inameld it For there with strange compact doth lie Warme snow moist pearle soft Iuorie There fall those Saphire coloured brookes Which conduit like with curious crookes Sweete Ilands make in that sweet land As for he fingers of the hand The bloody shafts of Cupids war vvith Amathists they headed are Thus hath each part his beauties part But now the Graces doe impart To all her limms a speciall grace Becomming euery time and place vvhich doth euen beauty beautifie And most bewitch the wretched eye Now all this is but a faire Inne Of fayrest guests which dwell therein Of whose high praise and praisefull blisse Goodnes the pen heauen paper is The Incke immortall fame doth lend As I began so must I end No tongue can her perfections tell In whose each part all pens may dwell S. Phil. Sidney Her face so faire as flesh it seemed not But heauenly pourtrait of bright Angels hue Cleere as the skie withouten blame or blot Through goodly mixture of complexions due And in her cheekes the vermell red did show Like roses in a bed of Lillies shed The which Ambrosiall odours from her threw And gazers sence with double pleasure fed Able to heale the sick and to reuiue the dead In her faire eyes two liuing lamps did flame Kindled aboue at th'heauenly Makers light And darted fiery beames about the same So passing persant and so wondrous bright That quite bereau'd the rash beholders sight In them the blinded God his lustfull fire To kindle oft assaide but had no might For with dread maiestie and awful ire Shee broke his wanton shafts quencht his base desire Her Iuory forhead ful of bounty braue Like a broade table did it selfe dispread For loue his loftie tryumphs to ingraue And write the battailes of his great god-head All good and honour might therein be read For there their dwelling was And when she spake Sweet words like dropping honney she did shed And twixt the pearles and Rubies softly broke A siluer sound that heauenly musick seemd to make Vpon her eye-lids many graces sate Vnder the shadow of her euen browes Working belgards and amorous retrate And euery one her with a grace endowes And euery one with meekenes to her bowes So glorious mirror of celestiall grace And soueraigne monument of mortal vowes How shal fraile pen describe her heauenly face For feare through want of skil her beauty to disgrace So faire and thousand thousand times more faire Shee seem'd when she presented was to sight And was yclad for heate of scorching ayre All in a silken Camous lilly white Purfled vpon with many a folded plight Which al aboue besprinckled was throughout vvith golden aygulets that glistered bright Like twinckling starres and al the skyrt about vvas hemd about with golden frindge Below her hamme her weede did somewhat traine And her straite leggs most brauely were embaild In gilden Buskins of costly Cordwaine All bard with golden bends which were entaild vvith curious antiques and full fayre aumaild Before they fastned were vnder her knee In a rich Iewell and therein intrailde The ends of all theyr knots that none might see How they within theyr foldings close enwrapped bee Like two fayre Marble pillers they were seene vvhich doe the temple of the Gods support vvhom all the people deck with garlands greene Those same with stately grace and princely port Shee taught to tread when she herselfe would grace But with the wooddy Nimphs when she did play Or when the flying Libbard she did chace Shee could then nimbly mooue and after flie a pace VVithin her hand a sharp Bore-speare she held And at her back a bow and quiuer gay Shaft with steele-headed darts wherewith she queld The sauage beasts in her victorious play Knit with a golden bauldrick which forlay Athwart the snowy breast and did deuide Her dainty paps which like young fruite in May Now little gan to swell and beeing tyde Through her thin weede theyr places signified Her yellow locks crisped like golden wyre About her shoulders weren loosely shed And when the winde amongst them did inspyre They waued like a Penon wide despred And low behinde her backe were scattered And whether art it were or heedelesse hap As through the flowring forrest rash she fled In her rude haires sweete flowers did wrap Such as Diana by the sandy shore Of swift Eurotas or on Cynthus greene vvhere all the Nimphs haue her vnwares forlore Wandreth alone with bowes and arrowes keene To seeke her game or as that famous Queene Of Amazons whom Pyrhus did destroy The day that first of Priam shee was seene Did shew herselfe in great tryumphant ioy To succour the weake state of sad-afflicted Troy Edm. Spencer Her yellow locks exceede the beaten gold Her sparkling eyes in heauen a place deserue Her forhead high and faire of comely mold her words are musicall of siluer sound her wit so sharp as like can scarce be found Each eye-brow hangs like Iris in the skyes Her Eagles nose is straite of stately frame On eyther cheeke a Rose and Lilly lyes Her breath is sweet perfume or holy flame her lips more red then any Corrall stone her necke more white then aged Swans that mone Her breast transparent is like christall rock Her fingers long fit for Apollos Lute Her slipper such as Momus dare not mock Her vertues are so great as make me mute vvhat other parts she hath I neede not say vvhose fairest face alone is my decay Tho. Watson Like to the cleere in highest spheare vvhere al imperious glory shines Of selfe same colour is her hayre vvhether vnfolded or in twines Her eyes are Saphyres set in snow Refyning heauen by euery winke The Gods doe feare when as they glow And I doe
the glistering that sought the shade Gan set and there his glories doth avow Those eyes fayre eyes too faire to be describ'd Were those that erst the Chaos did reforme To whom the heauens theyr beauties haue ascribd That fashion life in man in beast in worme When first her fayre delicious cheekes were wrought Aurora brought her blush the Moone her white Both so combinde as passed natures thought Compild those prety orbes of sweet delight When loue and nature once were proud with play From forth theyr lips her lips their colour drew On them doth fancie sleepe and euery day Doth swallow ioy such sweet delights to view While one while Venus sonne did seeke a bowre To sport with Psyches his desired deere He chose her chin and from that happy stowre He neuer stints in glory to appeare Desires and ioyes that long had serued loue Besought a hold where prety eyes might wooe them Loue made her neck and for her best behoue Hath shut them there where no man can vndoe them Once Venus dreamd vpon two prety things Her thoughts they were affections cheefest nests She suckt and sigh'd and bath'd her in the springs And when she wakt they were my mistres breasts Once Cupid sought a hold to couch his kisses And found the body of my best belou'd Wherein he cloyd the beauty of his blisses And from that bower can neuer be remou'd The Graces erst when Acidalian springs vvere wexen dry perhaps did finde her fountaine Within the bale of blisse where Cupids wings Doe shield the Nectar fleeting from the fountaine R. Greene. Her curious locks of gold like Tagus sands Her forhead smooth and white as Iuory vvhere glory state and bashfulnes held hands Her eyes one making peace the other wars By Venus one the other ruld by Mars Her Eagles nose her scarlet cheeke halfe white Her teeth of orient pearle her gracious smile Her dimpled chin her breast as cleere as light Her hand like hers whom Titan did beguile Tho. Watson Queene Vertues caue which some call Stellas face Repaird by natures cheefest furniture Hath his forfront of Alablaster pure Gold is the couering of that stately place The doore by which sometimes runnes forth her grace Red Porphirie which lock of pearle makes sure Whose porches rich which name of cheekes endure Marble-mixt red and white doe interlace The windowes now through which this heauenly guesâ— Lookes on the world and can finde nothing such vvhich dare claime from those sights the name of best Of touch they are that without touch do touch vvhich Cupids selfe from beauties mine did draw Of touch they are and poore I am theyr straw S. Phil. Sidney Two sunnes at once from one faire heauen there shind Ten branches from two boughes tipt all with roses Pure locks more golden then is gold refinde Two pearled rowes that natures pride incloses Two mounts faire marble white downe soft dainty Full wofull makes my hart and body fainty D. Lodge O shee doth teach the torches to burne bright It seemes she hangs vpon the cheeke of night As a rich Iewell in an Ethiops eare Beauty too rich for vse for earth too deare So showes a snowy Doue trooping with crowes As yonder Lady ore her fellowes showes W. Shakespeare To make the wondrous power of heauen appeare In nothing more then her perfections found Close to her nauill she her mantle wrests Slacking it vpwards and the folds vnwound Showing Latonas twins her plenteous brests The Sunne and Cynthia in their tryumph robes Of Lady skin more rich then both theyr globes G. Chapman Vpon a bed of Roses she was layd As faint through heate or dight to pleasant sin And was araide or rather disaraid All in a vaile of silke and siluer thin That hid no whit her Alablaster skin But rather showd more white if more might be More subtile web Arachne cannot spin Nor the fine nets which oft we wouen see Of scorched dew do not in th' ayre more lightly flie Her snowy breast was bare to ready spoyle Of hungry eyes which not therewith be fild And yet through languor of her late sweet toyle Few drops more cleere then Nectar forth distild That like pure orient pearles adowne it thrild Fraile harts yet quenched not like starry light which sparkling on the silent waues doe seeme more bright Edm. Spen. Her Iuory necke her Alablaster breast Her paps which like white silken pillowes were For loue in soft delight thereon to rest Her tender sides her belly white and cleere Which like an Altar did it selfe vpreare To offer sacrifice deuine thereon Her goodly thighes whose glory did appeare Like a triumphall arch and thereupon The spoiles of Princes hangd which were in battaile wone Idem Her sparkling eyes Doe lighten forth sweet loues alluring fire And in her tresses she doth fold the lookes Of such as gaze vpon her golden hayre Her bashfull white mixt with the mornings red Luna doth boast vpon her louely cheekes Her front is Beauties table where she paints The glories of her gorgeous excellence Her teeth are shelues of precious Margarite Richly inclosd with ruddy Currall cleeues R. Greene. My mistres is a paragon the fayrest fayre aliue Alcides and Aeacides for fairelesse faire did striue Her colour fresh as damaske rose her breath as violet Her body white as Iuory as smooth as pollisht Iet As soft as down were she downe Ioue might com down kisse A loue so fresh so sweet so white so smooth so soft as this W. Warner Then cast she off her roabe and stoode vpright As lightning breakes out of the labouring clowde Or as the morning heauen casts off her night Or as that heauen cast off it selfe and showde Heauens vpper light to which the brightest day Is but a black and melancholy shrowde Or as when Venus striu'd for soueraigne sway Of choisefull beauty in young Troyes desire So stoode Corinna varnishing her tyre G. Chapman Herewith she rose like the Autumnall starre Fresh burnisht in the lofty Ocean flood That darts his glorious influence more farre Then any lampe of bright Olympus broode Shee lifts her lightning armes aboue her head And stretcheth a Meridian from her blood That slept awakt in her Elizian bed Then knit shee vp least loosd her glowing haire Should scorch the centre and incense the ayre Idem Sweete mouth that sendst a muskie-rosied breath Fountaine of Nectar and delightfull balme Eyes clowdy-cleere smile-frowning stormie-calme Whose euery glaunce darts me a lyuing death Browes bending quaintly your round Eben arkes Smile that then Venus sooner Mars besets Locks more then golden curld in curious knots vvhere in close ambush wanton Cupid lurkes Grace Angel-like faire forhead smooth and hie Pure white that dimst the Lillies of the vale Vermilion rose that mak'st Aurora pale I. Siluester Such colour had her face as when the sunne Shines in a watry clowde in pleasant spring And euen as when the Sommer is begunne The Nightingales in boughes doe sit and sing So the
hope is left to quench this fire That kindled is by sight blowne by desire D. Lodge Fayrer then was the Nymph of Mercurie Who when bright Phaebus mounteth vp his coach And tracks Aurora in her siluer steps And sprinckling from the folding of her lap White Lillies Roses and sweet Violets R. Greene. Her Angels face As the great eye of heauen shined bright And made a sunshine in the shady place Did neuer mortall eye behold such heauenly grace Edm. Spencer Not that night-wandring pale and watry starre vvhen yawning dragons draw her thirsting carre From Latmus mount vp to the gloomie skie vvhere crownd with blazing light and maiestie She proudly sits more ouer-rules the flood Then she the harts of those that neere her stood Ch. Marlow O Daphne is more fayre Then Angels swimming in the fluxiuyce ayre Could Loues rich bed-chamber her two bright eyes Lodge but two guests at once Beautie and Mercy Beauty lyes alwayes there did Mercy too Phaebus were then Daphne should be Transformd into a stately dignitie Th. Dekkar Her stature comly tall her gate well graced and her wit To maruaile at not medle with as matchlesse I omit A globe-like head a gold-like haire a forhead smooth hieâ— An euen nose on eyther side stoode out a grayish eye Two rosie cheeks round ruddy lips white iust set teeth within A mouth in mean vnderdeath a round dimpled chin Her snowish neck with blewish vaines stood bolt vpright vpon Her portly shoulders beating balls her vained brests anon Ad more to beauty wand-like was her middle falling still And rising whereas women rise imagine nothing ill And more her long limber arms had white and azurd wrist And slender fingers answer to her smooth lilly fists A leg in print a prety foote coniecture of the rest For amorous eyes obseruing forme think parts obscured best W. Warner See where she issues in her beauties pompe As Flora to salute the morning sunne vvho when she shakes her tresses in the ayre Raines on the earth dissolued pearle in showres vvhich with his beames the sunne exhales to heauen She holdes the spring and sommer in her armes And euery plant puts on his freshest robes To dannce attendance on her princely steps Springing and fading as she comes and goes G. Chapman Her hayre was loose bout her shoulders hung Vpon her browes did Venus naked lye And in her eyes did all the Graces swim Her cheekes that showd the temper of the mind Were beauties mornings where she euer rose Her lyps were loues rich altars where she makes Her hart a neuer-ceasing sacrifice Her teeth stoode like a ranke of Dians maydes vvhen naked in a secrete bower they bathe Her long round necke was Cupids quiuer calld And her sweet words that flew from her his shafts Her soft round brests were his sole trauaild Alpes vvhere snow that thawed with sunne did euer lye Her fingers bounds to her rich deitie Idem â—n Paradise of late a Dame begun To peepe out of her bed with such a grace As matcht the rising of the morning sunne â—vith drops of honney falling from her face Brighter then Phaebus fierie-pointed beames Or ycie crust of christall frozen streames Her hayre like Amber twisted vp in gold Passing the pride or riches of the East With curious knots were into trammels rould As snary nettings for a wandring guest The feathers deckt her with a quaint disdaine Like Iunos byrd in pompe of spotted traine Her shining forhead doth suppresse the starres New lightning sparkles from her louely cheekes Her percing sight the stroake of beauties warres Wherewith the conquest of the world she seekes Braue be the darts that from her eyes she throwes When Cupid lurkes betweene her louely browes Arabian odours breathe out of her talke Which she betweene the pearle and Ruby breaketh So smooth a compasse hath her tongue to walke As makes both heauen earth blush wheÌ„ she speaketh No singing bird in all the ayre but doates And lay theyr eares attentiue to her notes Her necke her shoulders and her breasts were bare Diana-like aboue the water smiling No snow Iuory or Alablaster there No statue of white Marble me beguiling But the sweet season of the yeere I found When Lillies peepe out of the grassie ground Her other parts vnto my view denide Much like the lampe that burnt at Psyches bed Made such a fire into my hart to glide That loue awaked and my body bled O had she not so great a force to please Desire had slept and I had liu'd at ease S. G. Astronomers the heauens doe deuide Into eyght houses where the Gods remaine All which in thy perfections doe abide For in thy feete the Queene of silence raignes About thy wast Ioues messenger doth dwell Inchaunting me as I thereat admire And on thy duggs the Queene of loue doth tell Her godheads power in scroules of my desire Thy beautie is the worlds eternall sunne Thy fauours force a cowards hart to darres And in thy hayres Ioue and his riches wonne Thy frownes hold Saturne thine eyes the fixed starres H. C. What length of verse braue Mopsus good to show â—hose vertues strange beauties such as no man may them know Thus shrewdly burdned theÌ„ how can my Muse escape The gods must help precious things must serue to show her shape Like great god Saturne faire like faire Venus chast As smooth as Pan as Iuno mild like goddesse Iris gracst With Cupid she foresees and goes Gods Vulcans pace And for a tast of all these gifts she steales god Momus grace Her forhead Iacinth like her cheekes of opall hue Her twinckling eyes bedeckt with pearle her lyps as Saphires blew Her haire like crapal stone her mouth ô heauenly wide Her skin like burnisht gold her hands like siluer-ore vntride As for her parts vnknowne which hidden sure are best Happy be they which wil beleeue and neuer seeke the rest S. Phil. Sidney O words which fall like Sommer dew on me O breath more sweet then is the growing beane O tongue in which all honnied licours be O voyce that doth the Thrush in shrilnes staine Gay haire more gay then straw when haruest lies Lips red and plum as cherries ruddy side Eyes fayre and great like fayre great Oxes eyes O breasts in which two white sheepe swell in pride But thou white skin as white as curds well prest So smooth as Sleeke-stone like it smooths each part And thou deere flesh as soft as wooll new drest And yet as hard as Brawne made hard by art S. Phil. Sidney Poeticall comparisons Beautie As that fayre starre the messenger of morne His dewy face out of the sea doth reare Or as the Ciprian Goddesse newly borne Of the Oceans fruitfull froth did first appeare Such seemed they and so theyr yellow haire Christalline humour dropped downe apace Edm. Spencer As when faire Cinthia in a darksome night Is in a noyous clowde enuoloped vvhere she may finde the substance thin
and light Breakes forth her siluer beames and her bright head Discouers to the world discomfited Of the poore trauailer that went astray vvith thousand blessings she is hurried Such was the beauty and the shining ray With which fayre Britomart gaue light vnto the day Idem Looke how the crowne which Ariadne wore Vpon her Iuory forhead that same day That Theseus her vnto his bridall bore vvhen the bold Centaures made that bloody fray vvith the fierce Lapiths that did them dismay Beeing now placed in the firmament Through the bright heauen doth her beames display And is vnto the starres an ornament vvhich round about her moue in order excellent Such was the beauty of this goodly band Idem Euen as a stage set forth with pompe and pride Where men doe cunning and theyr arte bestow When curtaines be remoou'd that all did hide Maketh by light of torch a glistering show Or as the sunne that in a clowde did bide vvhen that is gone doth cleerer seeme to grow So Bradamant when as her head was barest Her colour and her beaâ—â—â—e seemed rarest S. I. Harr. transl As when fayre Ver dight in her flowrie raile In her new coloured liuerie decks the earth And glorious Titan spreds his sun-shine vaile To bring to passe her tender infants birth Such was her beauty which I then possest With whose imbracings all my youth was blest M. Drayton Looke how a Comet at the first appearing Drawes all mens eyes with wonder to behold it Or as the saddest tale at suddaine hearing â—lakes silent listning vnto him that told it So did the blazing of my blush appeare To maze the world that holds such sights so deere S. Daniell Euen as when gaudie Nimphs pursue the chace vvretched Ixions shaggy-footed race Incenst with sauage heate gallop a maine From steeppine-bearing mountaines to the plaine So ran the people forth to gaze vpon her And all that viewd her were inamourd on her C. Marlow Like as an horse when he is barded haile And feathered pannache set vpon his head Will make him seeme more braue for to assaile The enemie he that the troope dois lead And pannach on his helme will set indeid Euen so had nature to decore her face Giuen her one top for to augment her grace Rex Sco. Like as a Taper burning in the darke As if it threatned euery watchfull eye That burning viewes it makes that eye his marke And hurles guild darts at it continually Or as it enuyed any eye but it Should see in darknes so my mistres beautie From forth her secret stand my hart doth hit And like the dart of Cephalus doth kill Her perfect louer though she meane no ill G. Chapman Now as when heauen is mufled with the vapours His long since iust diuorced wife the earth In enuy breaths to maske his spurry tapers From the vnrich aboundance of her birth When straight the Westerne issue of the ayre Beats with his floury wings those brats of dearth And giues Olympus leaue to show his fayre So fled the offended shadowes of her cheere And shewd her pleasant countenaunce ful as cleere Idem Dalliance Euen as an emptie Eagle sharpe by fast Tires with her beake on feather flesh and bone Shaking her wings deuouring all in hast Till eyther gorge be stuft or pray be gone Euen so she kist his brow his cheeke his chin And where she ends she doth anew begin W. Shakespeare Looke how close the Iuy doth embrace The tree or branch about the which it growes So close the louers couched in that place Each drawing in the breath the other blowes But how great ioyes they found that little space Well we may gesse but none for certaine knowes Such was theyr sport so well theyr leere they couth That oft they had two tongues within one mouth S. I. Harr. Like as the wanton Iuie with his twine When as the Oake his rootlesse body warmes The straightest saplings strictly doe combine Clipping the wood with his lasciuious armes Such our imbraces when our sport begins Lapt in our armes like Ledaes louely twins M. Drayton Euen as faire Castor when a calme begins Beholding then his starry-tressed brother With mirth and glee these swan-begotten twins Presaging ioy the one imbrace the other Thus one the other in our armes we fold Our breasts for ioy our harts could scarcely hold Idem As when Ioue at once from East to West Cast off two Eagles to discerne the fight Of this worlds centre both his birds ioynd brest In Cynthian Delphos since Earths nauill height So casting off my ceaselesse thoughts to see My harts true centre all doe meete in thee G. Chapman Like as a well-tunde Lute that 's tucht with skill In musicks language sweetly speaking plaine When euery string it selfe with sound doth fill Taking theyr times and giuing them againe A diapazon heard in euery straine So theyr affections set in keyes so like Still fall in consort as theyr humors strike M. Drayton Sorrow A downe his cheekes the teares so flowes As doth the streame of many springs So thunder rends the clowdes in twaine And makes a passage for the raine M. Roydon As through an arch the violent roring tide Out-runnes the eye that doth behold his hast Yet in the Edie boundeth in his pride Backe to the straite that forced him so fast In rage sent out recald in rage being past Euen so his sighes his sorrowes make a saw To push greefe on and back the same greefe draw W. Shakespeare The storme so rumbled in her breast As Eolus could neuer roare the like And showres downe rained from her eyes so fast That all bedrent the place till at the last Well eased they the dolour of the minde As rage of raine doth swage the stormie wind M. Sackuile As in September when our yeere resignes The glorious sunne vnto the watry signes vvhich through the clowdes lookes on the earth in scorne The little bird yet to salute the morne Vpon the naked branches sets her foote The leaues now lying on the mossie roote And there a silly chiriping doth keepe As though she faine would sing yet faine would weepe Praysing faire Sommer that too soone is gone Or mourning winter too fast comming on In this sad plight I mourne for thy returne M. Drayton As when the fatall bird of augurie Seeing a stormie dismall clowde arise vvithin the South foretells with pittious cry The weeping tempest that on suddaine hies So the poore soule in view of his disdaine Began to descant on her future paine D. Lodge All like as Hecuba fell raging mad vvith griefe of minde and sorrow sore oppressed To see her Polydorus little lad By fraud of his kinsman vnkind distressed So rau'd Olympia fayre J. Harrington The raging pang remained still within That would haue burst out all at once so fast Euen so we see the water tarry in A bottle little mouth'd and big in wast That though you topsie-turnie turne the brim The licour bides behind with
highest mount That blood-red billowes like a walled front On either side disparted with his rod Till that his army dry foot through them yode Dwelt fortie dayes vpon where writ in stone With bloudy letters by the hand of God The bitter doombe of death and balefull mone He did receiue whiles flashing fire about him shonne Or like that sacred hill whose head full hie Adornd with fruitfull Oliues all around Is as it were for endlesse memorie Of that deare Lord who oft thereon was found For euer with a flowring garlond crownd Or like that pleasant mount that is for aye Through famous Poets verse each where renownd On which the thrice three learned Ladies play Their heauenly notes and make full many a louely lay Ed. Spencer Right in the middest of the paradize There stood a stately mount on whose round top A gloomy groue of mirtle trees did rise Whose shady bowes sharpe steele did neuer lop Nor wicked beasts their tender buds did crop But like a girlond compassed the height And from their fruitfull sides sweet gumme did drop That all the ground with pretious deaw bedight Threw forth most dainty Odors most sweet delight And in the thickest couert of that shade There was a pleasant arbor not by art But of the trees owne inclination made Which knitting their ranke braunches part to part With wand in yuie twine intraild a thwart And Eglantine and Caprifoile among Fashion'd aboue within their inmost part That neither Phaebus beams could through them thrōg Nor Aeolus sharp blast could worke them any wrong Idem It was an hill plac't in an open plaine That round about was bordered with a wood Of matchlesse height that seemd th' earth disdaine In which all trees of honour stately stood And did all winter as in sommer bud Spreading pauilions for the birds to bowre Within their lower braunches sung aloud And in the tops the soaring haukes did towre Sitting like King of fowles in maiestie and power And at the foote thereof a gentle floud His siluer waues did softly tumble downe Vnmard with ragged mosse of filthy mud Ne mote wild beasts ne mote the ruder clowne Thereto approach ne filth mote therein drowne But Nymphes and Fairies by the bankes did sit In the woods shade which did the waters crowne Keeping all noisome things away from it And to the waters fall tuning their accents fit And on the toppe thereof a spacious plaine Did spread it selfe to serue to all delight Either to daunce when they to daunce would faine Or else to course about their bases light Ne ought there wanted which for pleasure might Desired be or thence to banish bale So pleasantly the hill with equall height Did seeme to ouerlooke the lowly vale Therefore it rightly cleped was Mount Acidale They say that Venus when she did dispose Her selfe to pleasance vied to resort Vnto this place and therein to repose And rest her selfe as in a gladsome port Or with the graces there to play and sport Ed. Spencer It was a chosen plot of fertile land Amongst the wild waues set like a litle nest As if it had by natures cunning hand Bene choicely picked out from all the rest And laid forth for ensample of the best No daintie flower nor hearbe that growes on ground No arboret with painted blossomes drest And smelling sweete but there it might be found To bud out faire her sweet smels throw all around No tree whose braunches did not brauely spring No braunch wherein a fine bird did not sit No bird but did her shrill notes euer sing No song but did containe a louely dit Trees braunches birds and songs were framed fit For to allure fraile minds to carelesse ease Idem Groaue A sandy Groaue not farre away they spide That promisd aid the tempest to withstand Whose loftie trees yclad with sommers pride Did spread so broade that heauens light did hide Not pierceable with power of any starre And all within were pathes and allies wide With footing worne and leading inward farre Ed. Spencer The porch was all of Porphyrie and Tutch In which the sumptuous building raised was With Images that seem'd to moue see touch Some hewd in stone some caru'd in round cut brasse Also within the beauty was as much Vnder a stately arch they strait did passe Vnto a court that good proportion bare And was each way one hundred cubits square Each of these sides a porch had passing faire That with an arch is into colours placed Of equall sise they seemed euery paire Yet sundry workes with them they better graced At each of these a wide large easie staire Without the which all buildings are defaced And those same staires so lately mounting led Each to a chamber richly furnished The colours hie the chaplets gilt with gold The cornishes inricht with things of cost The marbles set from farre and dearly sold By cunning workemen carued and embost With Images and Antiques new and old Though now the night thereof concealed most Shew that that worke so rich beyond all measure Could scant be builded with a Princes treasure But nothing did so much the sight inrich As did the plenteous fountaine that did stand Iust placed in the middle vnder which The Pages spred a Table out of hand And brought forth napery rich and plate more rich And meats the choysest of the sea or land For though the house had stately roomes full many Yet in the sommer this was best of any This fountaine was by curious workemen brought To answere to the rest with double square Eight female statues of white marble wrought With their left hands an azure skie vpbare With raining still expelled heate and drought From all that vnder it or neare it are In these right hands was Amaltheas horne By euery one of those eight statures borne Each of those statues rested both their feete Vpon two Images of men belowe That seemd delighted with the noise so sweete That from the water came that there did flowe Also they seemd the Ladies lowly greete As though they did their names and vertues knowe In all their hands they held long scrowles of writings Of their owne pennings and their owne endightings And in faire golden letters were their names Both of the women wrought and of the men The women were eight chaste and sober dames That now do liue but were vnborne as then The men were Poets that their worthy fames In time to come should praise with learned pen. These Images bare vp a brazen tressell On which there stood a large white marble vessell This tooke the water from that Azure skie From whence with turning of some cocke or vice Great store of water would mount vpon hie And wet all that same court euen in a trice S. I. Harrington When many a weary step Had brought vs to the top of yonder mount Milde Zephirus embrac'd vs in his armes And in a cloude of sweete and rich perfumes Cast vs into the lap of that greene meade
exhailes And is the cause that oft the euening lowers When foggy mists enlarge their duskie sailes That his owne beames he in the cloudes impailes And either must extinguish his owne light Or by his vertue cause his proper right M. Drayton To be huge is to be deadly sicke I. Marston O blinded Greatnesse thou with thy turmoile Still selling happy life mak'st life a toile S. Daniel He that striues to manage mightie things Amidst his triumphes beares a troubled minde The greatest hope the greatest haruest brings And poore men in content there glory finde D. Lâ—dge The man that furthereth other men to thriue Of priuate greatnesse doth himselfe depriue Th. Storer Griefe Griefe all in sables sorrowfully clad Downe hanging his dull head with heauie cheare Yet inly beine more then seeming sad A paire of pincers in his hand he had With which he pinched people to the heart That from thenceforth a wretched life they lad In wilfull languor and consuming smart Dying each day with impair'd wounds of dolors dart Ed. Spencer Griefe onely makes his wretched state to see Euen like a toppe which nought but whipping moues This man this talking beast this walking tree Griefe is the stone which finest iudgements proues For who grieues not hath but a blockish braine Since cause of Griefe we cause from life remoues S. Ph. Sydney Griefes deadly sore Vnkindnes breeds vnkindnes fostereth hate Idem Griefe to it selfe most dreadfull doth appeare And neuer yet was sorrow voyd of feare But yet in death they both do hope the best M. Drayton Griefes be long liu'd and sorrowes seldome die Idem Griefe hath two tongues and neuer woman yet Could rule them both without tenne womens wit W. Shakespeare He oft findes medicine who his griefes imparts But double Griefe afflicts concealing harts As raging flames who striueth to suppresse Ed. Spencer Found neuer help who neuer could his griefe impart Idem No greater ease of heart the griefes to tell It daunteth all the dolours of the minde Our carefull hearts thereby great comfort finde I. H. Mir. of Mag. An Ouen that is stopt or Riuer staied Burneth more hotely swelleth with more rage So of concealed Griefe it may be said Free vent of words loues fier doth asswage But when the hearts atturney once is mute The Client breakes as desperate in his sute W. Shakespeare No one thing doth auaile man more To cure a griefe and perfectly to heale it Then if he do vnto some friends reueale it S. I. Harr. Transl Griefe it is inough to vexed wight To feele his fault and not be farther vext Fd. Spencer Some griefe shewes much of loue But much to griefe shewes still some want of wit W. Shakespeare Great griefe can not be told And can more easily be thought then found Ed. Sp. Paine Thou Paine the onely ghuest of loath'd constraint The child of curse mans weaknesse foster child Brother to woe and father of complaint Thou Paine thou loathed paine from heauen exild H. C. The scourge of life and deaths extreame disgrace The smoake of hel that monster 's called paine Idem The thing that grieuous were to do or beare Them to renew I wot breeds no delight Ed. Spencer True griefe is fond and testy as a childe Who wayward once his moode with nought agrees Old woes not infant sorrowes beare them milde Continuance tames the one the other wilde Like an vnpractiz'd swimmer plunging still With too much labour drownes for want of skill W. Shakespeare Paine paies the income of each precious thing W. Sh. Heauen From hence with grace and goodnesse compast round God ruleth blesseth keepeth all he wrought Aboue the aire the fire the sea and ground Our sense our wit our reason and our thought Where persons three with power and glory crownd Are all one God who made all things of nought Vnder whose feete subiected to his grace Sit nature fortune motion time and place This is the place from whence like smoake and dust Of this fraile world the wealth the pompe the power He tosseth humbleth turneth as he lust And guides our life our end our death and hower No eye how euer vertuous pure and iust Can view the brightnes of that glorious bower On euery side the blessed spirirs bee Equall in ioyes though differing in degree E. Fairfax Transl In this great temple richly bewtified Pau'd all with starres disperst on Saphire flower The Clarke is a pure Angell sanctified The Iudge our hie Messias full of power The Apostles his assistance euery hower The Iury Saints the verdit Innocent The Sentence Come ye blessed to my tent The speare that pierst his side the writing Pen Christes bloud the Inke red Inke for Princes name The vailes great breach the miracles for men The sight is shew of them that long dead came From their old graues restor'd to liuing fame And that last signet passing all the rest Our soules discharg'd by Consumatum est Here endlesse ioy is there perpetuall cheare Their exercise sweete songs of many parts Angells the quier whose symphonie to heare Is able to prouoke conceiuing harts To misconceiue of all inticing arts The dirty praise the subiect is the Lord That tunes their gladsome spirit to this accord Th. Storer What so the Heauens in their secret doombe Ordained haue how can fraile fleshly wight Forecast but it must needs to issue come Ed. Spencer What in the heauenly parliament aboue Is written by the finger of the first Mortalls may feele but neuer can remoue For they are subiect to the heauens worst I. Markham By mortall lawe the bond may be diuorced The heauens decrees by no meanes can be forced M. Drarton In vaine doth man contend against the Starres For what he seekes to make his wisedome marres S. Daniell Humane wishes neuer haue the power To hurt or hast the course of heauen one hower Th. Hudson Transl Experience proues and daily it is seene In vaine too vaine man striues against the heauens G. Gascoigne It is most true that eyes are bound to serue The inward part and that th'heauenly part Ought to be King from whose rules who doth swerue Rebelles to nature striue for their owne smart True that true bewtie vertue is indeed Whereof this bewtie can be but a shade Which elements with mortall mixture breed True that on earth we are but pilgrimes made And should in soule vp to our countrey moue S. Ph. Sydney Heauen is our home we are but straungers here M. Drayton The heauens earth and aire and seas and all Taught men to see but not to shunne their fall S. Daniell Things which presage both good and ill there bee Which heauen foreshewes yet will not let vs see M. Drayton From them comes good from them comes also ill That which they made who can them warne to spill Ed. Spencer In vaine be armes when heauen becomes thy foe Idem Looke when the heauens are to iustice bent All things be turn'd to our iust punishment Idem All powers