Agamede Who of Erginus were the famous seed Impos'd the stonie Entrie and the Heart Of euery God had for their excellent Art About the Temple dwelt of humane Name Vnnumbred Nations it acquir'd such Fame Being all of stone built for eternall date And neare it did a Fountaine propagate A fayre streame farr away when Ioues bright seed The King Apollo with an arrow freed From his strong string destroid the Dragonesse That Wonder nourisht being of such excesse In size and horridnesse of monstrous shape That on the forc't earth she wrought many a rape Many a spoile made on it many an ill On crooke-hancht Herds brought being impurpl'd still With blood of all sorts Hauing vndergone The charge of Iuno with the golden Throne To nourish Typhon the abhorr'd affright And bane of mortalls Whom into the light Saturnia brought forth being incenst with Ioue Because the most renowm'd fruit of his loue Pallas he got and shooke out of his braine For which Maiestique Iuno did complaine In this kinde to the blest Court of the skies Know all ye sex-distinguisht Deities That Ioue assembler of the cloudie throng Beginns with me first and affects with wrong My right in him made by himselfe his wife That knowes and does the honor'd marriage life All honest offices and yet hath he Vndulie got without my companie Blew-eyd Minerua who of all the skie Of blest Immortalls is the absolute Grace Where I haue brought into the heauenly Race A Sonne both taken in his feet and head So oughly and so farr from worth my bedd That rauisht into hand I tooke and threw Downe to the vast sea his detested view Where Nereus Daughter Thetis who her waie With siluer feet makes and the faire araie Of her bright sisters sau'd and tooke to guard But would to heauen another yet were spar'd The like Grace of his God-head Craftie mate What other scape canst thou excogitate How could thy hears sustaine to get alone The grey-eyd Goddesse her conception Nor bringing forth had any hand of mine And yet know all the Gods I goe for thine To such kinde vses But I 'le now employ My braine to procreate a masculine Ioy That'mongst th'Immortalls may as eminent shine With shame affecting nor my bedd nor thine Nor will I euer touch at thine againe But farr fly it and thee and yet will raigne Amongst th'Immortalls euer This spleene spent Still yet left angrie farre away she went From all the Deathlesse and yet praid to all Aduanc't her hand and e're she let it fall Vs'd these excitements Heare me now O Earth Brode Heauen aboue it and beneath your birth The Deified Titanoys that dwell about Vast Tartarus from whence sprung all the Rout Of Men and Deities Heare me all I say With all your forces and giue instant way T' a sonne of mine without Ioue who yet may Nothing inferiour proue in force to him But past him spring as farre in able lim As he past Saturne This pronounc't she strooke Life-bearing Earth so strongly that she shooke Beneath her numb'd hand which when she beheld Her bosome with abundant comforts sweld In hope all should to her desire extend From hence the Yeare that all such proofes giues end Grew round yet all that time the bed of Ioue Shee neuer toucht at neuer was her loue Enflam'd to fit nere his Dedalian Throne As she accustomed to consult vpon Counsells kept darke with many a secret skill But kept her Vow-frequented Temple still Pleas'd with her sacrifice till now the Nights And Daies accomplish't and the yeares whole rights In all her reuolutions being expir'de The Howres and all run out that were requir'd To vent a Birth-right she brought forth a Sonne Like Gods or Men in no condition But a most dreadfull and pernicious thing Call'd Typhon who on all the humane Spring Confer'd confusion which receiu'd to hand By Iuno instantly she gaue command Ill to ill adding that the Dragonesse Should bring it vp who tooke and did oppresse With many a misery to maintaine th' excesse Of that inhumane Monster all the Race Of Men that were of all the world the grace Till the farre-working Phoebus at her sent A fierie Arrow that inuok't euent Of death gaue to her execrable life Before which yet she lay in bitter strife With dying paines grâ—ueling on earth and drew Extreme short respirations for which slew A shout about the aire whence no man knew But came by power diuine And then she lay Tumbling her Trâ—ncke and winding euery way About her nastie Nest quite leauing then Her murtherous life embrâ—'d with deaths of Men. Then Phoebus gloried saying Thy selfe now lie On Men-sustaining Earth and putrifie Who first of Putrifaction was inform'd Now on thy life haue Deaths cold vapors stormd That stormd'st on Men the Earth-fâ—d so much death In enuie of the Of-spring they made breathe Their liues out on my Altars Now from thee Not Typhon shall enforce the miserie Of merited death nor shee whose name implies Such scath Chymaera but blacke earth make prise To putrifaction thy Immanities And bright Hyperion that light all eyes showes Thyne with a night of rottennesse shall close Thus spake he glory'ng and then seas'd vpon Her horrid heape with Putrifaction Hyperions louely powrs from whence her name Tooke sound of Python and heauens soueraigne flame Was surnam'd Pythius since the sharp-eyd Sunn Affected so with Putrifaction The hellish Monster And now Phoebus minde Gaue him to know that falsehood had strooke blinde Euen his bright eye because it could not finde The subtle Fountaines fraud To whom he flew Enflam'd with anger and in th' instant drew Close to Delphusa vsing this short vow Delphusa you must looke no longer now To vent your fraud's on me for well I know Your scituation to be louely worth A Temples Imposition It poures forth So delicate a streame But your renowne Shall now no longer shine here but mine owne This said he thrust her Promontorie downe And damn'd her fountaine vp with mightie stones A Temple giuing consecrations In woods adioining And in this Phane all On him by surname of Delphusius call Because Delphusa's sacred flood and fame His wrath affected so and hid in shame And then thought Phoebus what descent of Men To be his Ministers he should retein To doe in stonie Pythos sacrifice To which his minde contending his quicke eies He cast vpon the blew Sea and beheld A ship on whose Masts sailes that wing'd it sweld In which were men transferr'd many and good That in Minoian Gnossus eate their food And were Cretensians who now are those That all the sacrifising dues dispose And all the lawes deliuer to a word Of Daies great King that weares the golden sword And Oracles out of his Delphian Tree That shrowds her faire armes in the Cauitie Beneath Parnassus Mount pronounce to Men. These now his Priests that liu'd as Merchants then In trafficks and Pecuniarie Rates For sandie Pylos and the Pylean States Were vnder saile
ouer bone Broade-shoulderd whence a ruddie yellow shone Distorted and small thigh'd had eyes that saw Out at their bosomes Twice foure feet did draw About their bodies Strong neckt whence did rise Two heads nor could to any hand be Prise They call them Lobsters that eat from the Mise Their tailes their feet and hands and wrested all Their lances from them so that cold Appall The wretches put in rout past all returne And now the Fount of light forbore to burne Aboue the earth When which mens lawes commend Our Battaile in one daie tooke absolute end The end of Homers Battaile of Frogges and Mise AL THE HYMNES OF HOMER An Hymne to Apollo I Will remember and expresse the praise Of heauens far-darter the faire King of daies Whom euen the Gods themselues feare when he goes Through Ioues high house and when his goodly bowes He goes to bend all from their Thrones arise And cluster neare t' admire his faculties Onely Latona stirs not from her seate Close by the Thunderer till her sonnes retreat From his dread archerie but then she goes Slackens his string and shuts his Quiuer close And hauing taken to her hand his bowe From off his able shoulders doth bestowe Vpon a Pinne of gold the glorious Tiller The Pinne of gold fixt in his Fathers Piller Then doth she to his Throne his state vphold Where his great Father in a cup of gold Serues him with Nectar and shews all the grace Of his great sonne Then th' other gods take place His gracious mother glorying to beare So great an Archer and a sonne so cleare All haile O blest Latona to bring forth An issue of such All-out-shining worth Royall Apollo and the Queene that loues The hurles of darts She in th' Ortygian groues And he in cliffie Delos leaning on The loftie Oros and being built vpon By Cynthus Prominent that his head reares Close to the Palme that Inops fluent cheares How shall I praise thee farre being worthiest praise O Phoebus to whose worth the law of layes In all kindes is ascrib'de If feeding flocks By Continent or I le all eminen'st rocks Did sing for ioy Hill-tops and floods in song Did breake their billows as they flow'd along To serue the sea The shores the seas and all Did sing as soone as from the lap did fall Of blest Latona thee the ioy of Man Her Child-bed made the mountaine Cynthian In rockie Delos the sea-circled Ile On whose all sides the black seas brake their Pile And ouer-flowd for ioy so franck a Gale The singing winds did on their waues exhale Here borne all mortalls liue in thy commands Who euer Crete holds Athens or the strands Of th'Ile Aegina or the famous land For ships Euboea or Eresia Or Peparethus bordring on the sea Aegas or Athos that doth Thrace diuide And Macedon Or Pelion with the pride Of his high forehead Or the Samian Ile That likewise lies neare Thrace or Scyrus soile Ida's steepe tops Or all that Phocis fill Or Autocanes with the heauen-high hill Or populous Imber Lemnos without Ports Or Lesbos fit for the diuine resorts And sacred soile of blest Aeolion Or Chius that exceeds comparison For fruitfulnes with all the Iles that lie Embrac't with seas Mimas with rocks so hie Or Loftie-crownd Corycius or the bright Charos or Aesagaeus dazeling height Or waterie Samos Mycale that beares Her browes euen with the circles of the spheares Miletus Cous That the Citie is Of voice-diuided-choice humanities High Cnidus Carpathus still strooke with winde Naxus and Paros and the rockie-mind Rugged Rhenaea Yet through all these parts Latona great-growne with the King of dares Trauailde and tried If any would become To her deare birth an hospitable home All which extremely trembled shooke with feare Nor durst endure so high a birth to beare In their free States though for it they became Neuer so fruitfull till the reuerend Dame Ascended Delos and her soile did sease With these wing'd words O Delos would'st thou please To be my sonne Apolloes natiue seat And build a welthie Phane to one so great No one shall blame or question thy kinde deede Nor thinke I thou dost Sheepe or Oxen feede In any such store Or in vines exceede Nor bring'st forth such innumerable Plants Which often make the rich Inhabitants Careles of Deitie If thou then should'st rere A Phane to Phoebus all men would confer Whole Hecatombs of beeues for sacrifice Still thronging hither And to thee would rise Euer vnmeasur'd Odors should'st thou long Nourish thy King thus and from forreigne wrong The Gods would guard thee which thine owne addresse Can neuer compasse for thy barrennesse She said and Delos ioi'd replying thus Most happie sister of Saturnius I gladly would with all meanes entertein The King your sonne being now despis'de of men But should be honord with the greatest then Yet this I feare Nor will conceale from theee Your Sonne some say will author miserie In many kindes as being to sustein A mightie empire ouer Gods and Men Vpon the holie-gift-giuer the earth And bitterly I feare that when his birth Giues him the sight of my so barren soile He will contemne and giue me vp to spoile Enforce the sea to me that euer will Oppresse my heart with many a watrie hill And therefore let him chuse some other land Where he shall please to build at his command Temple and Groue set thick with many a Tree For wretched Polypusses breed in me Retyring chambers and black sea-calues Den In my poore soile for penurie of Men. And yet O Goddesse would'st thou please to sweare The Gods great oath to me before thou beare Thy blessed Sonne here that thou wilt erect A Phane to him to render the effect Of mens demands to them before they fall Then will thy sonnes renowne be generall Men will his name in such varietie call And I shall then be glad his birth to beare This said the Gods great oath she thus did swere Know this O earth broad heauens inferior sphere And of blacke Styx the most infernall lake Which is the grauest oath the Gods can take That here shall euer rise to Phoebus Name An odorous Phane and Altar and thy fame Honor past all Iles else shall see him emploid Her oath thus tooke and ended Delos ioi'd In mightie measure that she should become To farr-shot Phoebus birth the famous home Latona then nine daies and nights did fall In hopeles labor at whose birth were all Heauens most supreame and worthie Goddesses Dione Rhaea and th'Exploratresse Themis and Amphitrite that will be Pursu'd with sighs still Euery Deitie Except the snowie-wristed wife of Ioue Who held her moodes aloft and would not moue Onely Lucina to whose virtue vowes Each Child-birth patient heard not of her throwes But sat by Iuno's counsaile on the browes Of broad Olympus wrapt in clouds of gold Whom Ioues proud wife in enuie did with-hold Because bright-lockt Latona was to beare A Sonne so faultles and inforce
chynn which must consummate All vows so bound that she would hold her state And be th'Inuincible Maid of Deities Through all her daies dates For Saturnides Gaue her a faire gift in her Nuptialls stedd To sit in midst of his house and be fedd With all the free and richest feast of Heauen In all the Temples of the Gods being giuen The prise of honor Not a mortall Man That either of the powrs Olympian His half-birth hauing may be said to be A mortall of the Gods or else that he Deities wills doings is of Deitie But giues her honor of the amplest kinde Of all these Three can Venus not a Minde Deceiue or set on forces to reflect Of all powrs els yet not a sex nor sect Flies Venus either of the blessed Gods Or Men confin'de in mortall Periods But euen the Minde of Ioue she doth seduce That chides with Thunder so her lawlesse vse In humane Creatures and by lot is giuen Of all most honor both in Earth and Heauen And yet euen his all-wise and mightie Minde She when she lifts can forge affectes to blinde And mixe with mortall Dames his Deitie Conceald at all parts from the ielous eye Of Iuno who was both his sister borne And made his wife whom beautie did adorne Past all the Bâ—â—ie of immortall Dames And whose so chiefely-glorified Flames Crosse-counsailde Saturne got and Rhaea bore And Ioues pure counsailes being Conqueror His wife made of his sister I and more Cast such an amorous fire into her minde As made her like him with the Mortall kinde Meete in vnmeete bedd vsing vtmost haste Lest she should know that he liu'd so vnchaste Before her selfe felt that fault in her heart And gaue her tongue too iust edge of Desert To tax his lightnes With this End beside Lest laughter-studying Venus should deride The Gods more then the Goddesses and say That shee the Gods commixt in amorous play With mortall Dames begetting mortall seede T'Immortall sires and not make Goddesses breede The like with mortall Fathers But t'acquite Both Gods and Goddesses of her despite Ioue tooke euen in her selfe on him her powre And made her with a mortall Paramoure Vse as deform'd a mixture as the rest Kindling a kinde affection in her brest To God-like-limm'd Anchises as he kept On Idas-top-on-top-to-heauens-Pole heapt Amongst the manie fountaines there his Herd For after his braue Person had apper'de To her bright eye her heart flew all on fire And to amaze she burn'd in his desire Flew strait to Cyprus to her odorous Phane And Altars that the people Paphiane Aduanc't to her Where soone as entred shee The shyning gates shut and the Graces three Washt and with Oiles of euerlasting sent Bath'd as became her deathlesse lyneament Then her Ambrosian Mantle she assum'd With rich and odoriferous Ayres perfum'd Which being put on and all her Trimms beside Fayre and with all allurements amplified The All-of-Gold-made-laughter-louing Dame Left odorous Cyprus and for Troy became A swift Contendresse her Passe cutting All Along the cloudes and made her instant fall On fountfull Ida that her Mother-Brests Giues to the Preyfull broode of sauage Beasts And through the Hill she went the readie way T' Anchises Oxstall where did fawne and play About her blessed feet Wolues griflie-gray Terrible Lyons many a Mankind Beare And Lybberds swift insatiate of red Deare Whose sight so pleas'd that euer as she past Through euery Beast a kindely Loue she cast That in their Denns-obscur'd with shadowes deepe Made all distinguisht in kinde Couples sleepe And now she reacht the rich Pauilion Of the Heroe In whom heauens had showne A fayre and goodly Composition And whom she in his Oxstall found alone His Oxen feeding in fat Pastures by He walking vp and downe sounds clere and hye From his harp striking Then before him shee Stood like a Virgine that inuinciblie Had borne her beauties yet alluringly Bearing her person lest his rauisht eye Should chance t' affect him with a stupid feare Anchises seeing her all his senses were With wonder stricken and high-taken-heedâ—s Both of her forme braue stature and rich weedes For for a vaile she shin'd in an Attire That cast a radiance past the Ray of fire Beneath which wore she guirt to her a Gowne Wrought all with growing-rose-budds reaching downe T' her slender small 's which buskinns did diuine Such as taught Thetis siluer Feete to shine Her soft white neck rich Carquenets embrac't Bright and with gold in all variety grac't That to her brests let downe lay there and shone As at her ioyfull full the rising Moone Her sight show'd miracles Anchises Heart Loue tooke into his hand and made him part With these high Salutations Ioy O Queene Whoeuer of the Blest thy beauties beene That light these Entries Or the Deitie That Darts affecteth or that gaue the eye Of Heauen his heat and Luster Or that moues The hearts of all with all-commanding Loues Or generous Themis Or the blew-eyd Maid Or of the Graces any that are laid With all the Gods in comparable skales And whom Fame vp to Immortalitie calles Or any of the Nymphs that vnshorne Groues Or that this fayre Hill-habitation loues Or valleys flowing with earths fattest Goods Or Fountaines pouring forth eternall floods Say which of all thou art that in some place Of circular prospect for thine eyes deare grace I may an Altar build and to thy Powres Make sacred all the yeares deuoted Howres With consecrations sweet and oppulent Assur'd whereof be thy benigne Minde bent To these wisht blessings of me giue me parts Of chiefe attraction in Troian hearts And after giue me the refulgencie Of most renownd and rich Posteritie Long and free life and Heauens sweet light as long The peoples blessings and a health so strong That no disease it let my life engage Till th' vtmost limit of a humane Age. To this Ioues seede this answer gaue againe Anchises happiest of the humane straine I am no Goddesse why a thrall to Death Think'st thou like those that immortality breath A woman brought me forth my Fathers Name Was Otreus If euer his high fame Thine eares haue witnest for he gouernd all The Phrygian State whose euery Towne a wall Impregnable embrac't Your tongue you heare I speake so well that in my naturall spheare As I pretend It must haue taken prime A woman likewise of the Troian clime Tooke of me in her house the Nurses care From my deare Mothers Bosome and thus are My words of equall accent with your owne How here I come to make the reason knowne Argicides that beares the Golden Rod Transferd me forciblie from my Abod Made with the Maiden Traine of her that ioies In Golden shafts and loues so well the noise Of Hounds Hunters Heauens pure-liuing powre Where many a Nymph and maid of mighty Dowre Chast sports emploid All circkl'd with a Crowne Of infinite Multitude to see so showne Our maiden Pastimes Yet from all the Fayre Of
and still in Praise Thy Fame and others shall my Memorie raise To Vesta and Mercurie VESta I sing who in Bequest of Fate Art sorted out an euerlasting State In all th'Immortals high-built roofes all Those of Earth-dwelling Men As generall And ancient honors giuen thee for thy gift Of free-liu'd Chastitie and precious Thrift Nor can there amongst Mortalls Banquets be In which both first and last they giue not Thee Their endlesse Gratitudes in pourd-out wine As gracious sacrifice to thy diuine And vsefull virtues being inuok't by All Before the least Taste of their Festiuall In wine or foode affect their appetites And thou that of th'adorn'd with all Delights Art the most vsefull Angell borne a God Of Ioue and Maia of Heauens golden Rodd The sole Sustainer and hast powre to blesse With All good All Men great Argicides Inhabit all Good houses see'ng no wants Of mutuall mindes loue in Th' inhabitants Ioine in kinde blessing with the bashfull Maid And all-lou'd Virgin Vesta eithers aid Combin'd in euery Hospitable House Both being best seene in all the gracious House-works of Mortalls Iointly follow then Euen from their youths the mindes of dames and men Haile then ould Daughter of the ouldest God And thou great bearer of Heauens golden Rodd Yet not to you alone my vowes belong Others as well claime T'Homage of my song TO EARTH THE Mother of all MOther of all things the well-founded Earth My Muse shall memorise who al the birth Giues foode that al her vpper regions breede All that in her diuine diffusions feede In vnder Continents All those that liue In all the Seas and All the ayre doth giue Wing'd expeditions Of thy bounties eate Faire Children and faire fruites thy labors sweate O great in reuerence and referd to thee For life and death is all the Pedigree Of Mortall humanes Happie then is He Whom the innate Propensions of thy Minde Stand bent to honor He shall all things finde In all abundance All his Pastures yield Herds in all plenties All his roofes are fill'd With rich possessions He in all the swaie Of Lawes best orderd cuts out his owne way In Citties shining with delicious Dames And takes his choice of all those striuing Flames High happinesse and riches like his Traine Follow his Fortunes with delights that raigne In all their Princes Glorie inuests his Sonnes His Daughters with their croun'd selections Of all the Cittie frolick through the Meades And euery one her calld-for Dances treads Along the soft-flowre of the clauer Grasse All this with all those euer comes to passe That thy loue blesses Goddesse full of grace And treasurous Angell t' all the humane Race Haile then Great Mother of the Deified kinde Wife to the Cope of Starrs sustaine a Minde Propitious to me for my Praise and giue Answering my minde my vows fit Meanes to liue To the Sun THe radiant Suns diuine renowne diffuse Ioues Daughter great Calliope my Muse Whom Ox-ey'd Euryphaessa gaue Birth To the bright seede of starrie Heauen and Earth For the farr-fam'd Hyperion tooke to Wife His sister Euryphaessa that life Of his high Race gaue to these louely Three Aurora with the Rosie-wrists and shee That ownes th'enamouring tresses the bright Moone Together with the neuer-wearied Sunne Who his Horse mounting giues both Mortalls light And all Th'immortalls Euen to horror bright A blaze burns from his Golden Burgonet Which to behold exceeds the sharpest set Of any eyes intention Beames so cleare It allwaies powres abroade The glorious cheare Of his farr-shining Face vp to his Crowne Casts circular Radiance that comes streaming downe About his Temples his bright Cheekes and all Retayning the refulgence of their Fall About his bosome flowes so fine a Weede As doth the thynnesse of the winde exceede In rich context beneath whose deepe folds flie His Masculine Horses round about the skie Till in this Hemisphere he renders staie T' his gold-yo'kt Coch and Coursers and his way Let downe by Heauen the heauenly Cocheman makes Downe to the Ocean where his rest he takes My Salutations then faire King receiue And in propitious returnes Relieue My life with Minde-fit means then from Thee And all the race of compleate Deitie My song shall celebrate those halfe-God states That yet sad deaths condicion circulates And whose braue Acts the Gods shew men that they As braue may ayme at since they can but die To the Moone THe Moone now Muses teach me to resound Whose wide wings measure such a world of ground Ioues Daughter deckt with the mellifluous Tongue And seene in All the sacred Art of Song Whose deathles Brows when shee from Heauen displaies All Earth she wraps vp in her Orient Raies A Heauen of Ornament in Earth is rais'd When her Beames rise The subt'le Ayre is sais'd Of delicate splendor from her Crowne of Gold And when her siluer Bosome is extoll'd Washt in the Ocean In Daies equall'd Noone Is Mid-night seated but when shee puts on Her farr-off-sprinckling-Luster-Euening weedes The Moneth in two cut her high-brested Steedes Man'de All with curl'd flames put in Coch and All Her huge Orb fill'd her whole Trimms Then exhall Vnspeakable splendors from the glorious skie And out of that State Mortall Men implie Many Praedictions And with Her then In Loâ—â— mixt lay the King of Gods and Men By whom made fruitfull she Pandaea bore And added her State to th' immortall Store Haile queene Goddesse th'iuorie-wristed Moone Diuine Prompt faire-hayr'd With thy grace begun My Muse shall forth and celebrate the praise Of Men whose states the Deities did raise To Semideities whose deedes t'endlesse Date Muse-lou'd and sweete-sung Poets celebrate TO CASTOR AND POLLVX IOues faire Sonnes Father'd by Th' Oebalian King Muses-well-worth-All Mens beholdings sing The Deare Birth that Bright-Anckl'd Laeda bore Horse-taming Castor and the Conqueror Of Tooth-tongu'd Momus Pollux whom beneath Stâ—epe-Browd Taygetus she gaue half-God breath In Loue mixt with the black-cloudes King of heauen Who both of Men and ships being Tempest driuen When Winters wrathfull Empire is in force Vpon th'Implacable Seas preserue the course For when the Gusts beginn if nere the shore The Sea-Men leaue their ship and euermore Bearing two milke-white Lambs aboard they now Kill them ashore and to Ioues Issue vow When though their ship in height of all the rore The windes and waues confound can liue no more In all their hopes then sodainely appeare Ioues sauing Sonnes who both their Bodies beare Twixt yellowe wings downe from the sparkling Pole Who strait the rage of those rude Winds controle And all the high-waues couch into the Brest Of T'hoarie Seas All which sweete signes of rest To Sea-Mens labors their glad soules conceiue And End to all their yrckesome grieuance giue So once more to the swift-horse-riding Race Of Royall Tyndarus eternall Grace TO MEN OF Hospitalitie REuerence a Man with vse Propitious That Hospitable rights wants and a house You of this Cittie with the seate of State To
the CROWNE of all HOMERS WORKES Batrachomyomachia Or the Battaile of Frogs and Mise His Hymn's and Epigrams Translated according to ye. Originall By George Chapman London Printed by Iohn Bill his MAIESTIES Printer TO MY EVER MOST-WORTHIE-TO-BE-MOST HONOR'D LORD THE EARLE OF SOMERSET c. NOt forc't by fortune but since your free minde Made by affliction rests in choice resign'd To calme Retreate laid quite beneath the winde Of Grace and Glory I well know my Lord You would not be entitl'd to a word That might a thought remoue from your Repose To thunder and spit Flames as Greatnesse does For all the Trumps that still tell where he goes Of which Trumps Dedication being One Me thinks I see you start to heare it blowne But this is no such Trump as summons Lords Gainst Enuies steele to draw their leaden swords Or gainst Hare-lipt Detraction Contempt All which from all Resistance stand exempt It being as hard to seuer Wrong from Merit As meate-indude from blood or blood from spirit Nor in the spirits Chariot rides the soule In bodies chaste with more diuine controule Nor virtue shines more in a louely Face Then true desert is stuck off with Disgrace And therefore truth it selfe that had to blesse The merit of it all Almightinesse Would not protect it from the Bane and Ban Of all Moodes most distraught and Stygian As counting it the Crowne of all Desert Borne to Heauen to take of Earth no part Of false Ioy here for Ioyes-there-endlesse troth Nor sell his Birthright for a messe of Broth. But stay and still sustaine and his Blisse bring Like to the hatching of the Black-thornes spring With bitter frosts and smarting haile-stormes forth Fates loue Bees labors onely Paine crownes Worth This Dedication calls no Greatnes then To patrone this Greatnes-creating Penn Nor you to add to your dead calme a breath For those arm'd Angells that in spight of death Inspir'd those flowrs that wrought this poets wreath Shall keepe it euer Poesies steepest Starr As in Earths flaming wals Heauens seuenfold Carr From all the windes of Neptunes watrie sphere For euer guards the Erymanthian Beare Since then your Lordship settles in your shade A life retir'd and no Retreate is made But to some strength for else t is no Retreate But rudely running from your Battailes heate I giue this as your strength your strength my Lord In Counsailes and Examples that afford More Guard then whole Hosts of corporeal powre And more deliuerance teach the fatall Howre Turne not your medcine then to your disease By your too set and sleight repulse of these The Adiuncts of your matchlesse Odyssâ—s Since on that wisest minde of Man relies Refuge from all Liues Infelicities Nor sing these such diuision from them But that these spinn the thred of the same streame From one selfe Distaffs stuff for Poesies Pen Through al theames is t' informe the liues of Men All whose Retreates neede strengths of all degrees Without which had you euen Herculean knees Your foes fresh Charges would at length preuaile To leaue your Noblest suff'rance no least saile Strength then the Obiect is of all Retreates Strength needes no friends trust strength your foes defeates Retire to strength then of eternall things And y' are eternall for our knowing Spring 's Flow into those things that we truely know Which being Eternall we are render'd so And though your high-fixt Light passe infinite farr Th'aduicefull Guide of my still-trembling Starr Yet heare what my dischardg'd Peece must foretell Standing your Poore and Perdue Sentinell Kings may perhaps wish euen your Beggars Voice To their Eternities how skorn'd a choice Soeuer now it lies And dead I may Extend your life to lights extreamest Raie If not your Homer yet past doubt shall make Immortall like himselfe your Bounties stake Put in my hands to propagate your Fame Such virtue reigns in such vnited Name Retire to him then for aduice and skill To know things call'd worst Best and Best most ill Which knowne truths best chuse and retire to still And as our English Generall whose Name Shall equall interest finde in T'House of Fame With all Earths great'st Commanders in Retreate To Belgian Gant stood all Spaines Armies heate By Parma led though but one thousand strong Three miles together thrusting through the throng Of Th'Enimies Horse still pouring on their Fall Twixt him home thunderd through them al The Gallick Monsiour standing on the wall And wondring at his dreadfull Discipline Fir'd with a Valor that spit spirit Diuine In fiue Battaillons randging all his Men Bristl'd with Pikes and flanck't with Flanckers ten Gaue fire still in his Rere retir'd and wrought Downe to his fixt strength still retir'd and â—ought All the Battaillons of the Enemies Horse Storming vpon him still their fieriest Force Charge vpon Charge laid fresh he fresh as day Repulsing all and forcing glorious way Into the Gates that gaspt as swounes for Ayre And tooke their life in with vntoucht Repaire So fight out sweet Earle your Retreate in Peace No ope-warr equalls that where priuie Prease Of neuer-numberd odds of Enimie Arm'd all by Enuie in blinde Ambush lie To rush out like an open threatning skie Broke al in Meteors round about your eares Gainst which though far froÌ„ heÌ„ce through al your Reres Haue fires prepar'd wisdome with wisdome flanck And all your forces randge in present ranck Retiring as you now fought in your strength From all the Force laid in times vtmost length To charge and basely come on you behind The Doctrine of all which you here shall finde And in the true Glasse of a humane Minde Your Odysses the Body letting see All his life past through Infelicitie And manage of it all In which to friend The full Muse brings you both the prime and end Of all Arts ambient in the Orbe of Man Which neuer darknesse most Cimmerian Can giue Eclipse since blinde He all things sawe And to all euer since liu'd Lord and Lawe And though our mere-learn'd meÌ„ Modern wise Taste not poore Poesies Ingenuities Being crusted with their couetous Leprosies But hold her paines worse then the spiders worke And lighter then the shadowe of a Corke Yet th' ancient learn'd heat with celestiall fire Affirmes her flames so sacred and entire That not without Gods greatest grace she can Fall in the wid'st Capacitie of Man If yet the vile Soule of this Verminous time Loue more the Sale-Muse and the Squirrels chime Then this full sphere of Poesies sweetest Prime Giue them vnenuied their vaine veine and vent And rest your wings in his approu'd ascent That yet was neuer reacht nor euer fell Into affections bought with things that sell Being the Sunns Flowre and wrapt so in his skie He cannot yeeld to euery Candles eye Whosemost worthy Discoueries to your Lordships Iudiciall Perspectiue in most subdude Humilitie submitteth George Chapman The occasion of this Impos'd CROWNE AFter this not onely Prince of Poets but
so cleare The rest Thaumantia sent before to bring Lucina to release the enuied King Assuring her that they would strait confer A Carquenet nine cubits long on her All wouen with wires of Gold But chargd her then To call apart from th'Iuorie-wristed Queene The child-birth-guiding Goddesse for iust feare Lest her charge vtter'd in Saturnia's eare She after might disswade her from descent When winde-swift-footed Iris knew th' intent Of th' other Goddesses away she went And instantly she past the infinite space Twixt Earth and Heauen when comming to the place Where dwelt th'Immortals strait without the gate She gat Lucina and did all relate The Goddesses commanded and enclin'd To all that they demanded her deare Minde And on their way they went like those two Doues That walking high-waies euery shadow moues Vp from the earth forc't with their naturall feare When entring Delos she that is so deare To Dames in labor made Latona strait Prone to deliuerie and to weild the wait Of her deare burthen with a world of ease When with her faire hand she a Palme did sease And staying her by it slucke her tender knees Amidst the soft meade that did smile beneath Her sacred labor and the child did breath The aire in th' instant All the Goddesses Brake in kinde teares and shrikes for her quicke ease And Thee O Archer Phoebus with waues cleere Washt sweetly ouer swadled with sincere And spotlesse swath-â—ands and made then to flow About thy breast a mantle white as snow Fine and new made and cast a Veile of Gold Ouer thy forehead Nor yet forth did hold Thy mother for thy foode her golden brest But Themis in supply of it addrest Louely Ambrosia and drunke off to thee A Bowle of Nectar interchangeablie With her immortall fingers seruing thine And when O Phoebus that eternall wine Thy tast had relisht and that foode diuine No golden swath-band longer could containe Thy panting bosome all that would constraine Thy soone-easd God-head Euery feeble chaine Of earthy Child-rights flew in sunder all And then didst thou thus to the Deities call Let there be giuen me my lou'd Lute and Bow I 'le prophecie to men and make them know Ioues perfect counsailes This said vp did flie From brode-waide Earth the vnshorne Deitie Far-shot Apollo All th'Immortalls stood In steepe amaze to see Latonaes brood All Delos looking on him all with gold Was loden strait and ioiâ—d to be extold By great Latona so that she decreed Her barrennesse should beare the fruitfulst seed Of all the Iles and Continents of earth And lou'd her from her heart so for her birth For so she florisht as a hill that stood Crownd with the flowre of an abundant wood And thou O Phoebus bearing in thy hand Thy siluer bow walk'st ouer euery land Sometimes ascend'st the rough-hewne rockie hill Of desolate Cynthus and sometimes tak'st will To visit Ilands and the Plumps of men And manie a Temple all wayes men ordein To thy bright God-head Groues made darke with Trees And neuer shorne to hide ye Deities All high-lou'd Prospects all the steepest browes Of farr-seene Hills and euery flood that flowes Forth to the sea are dedicate to Thee But most of all thy mindes Alacritie Is rais'd with Delos since to fill thy Phane There flocks so manie an Ionian With ample Gownes that flowe downe to their feet With all their children and the reuerend Sweet Of all their pious wiues And these are they That mindefull of thee euen thy Deitie Render more spritelie with their Champion fight Dances and songs perform'd to glorious sight Once hauing publisht and proclaim'd their strife And these are acted with such exquisite life That one would say Now the Ionian straines Are turn'd Immortalls nor know what Age meanes His minde would take such pleasure from his eye To see them seru'd by all Mortalitie Their men so humane women so well-grac't Their ships so swift their riches so encreast Since thy obseruance Who being all before Thy opposites were all despis'd and poore And to all these this absolute wonder add Whose praise shall render all posterities gladd The Delian Virgines are thy handmaides All And since they seru'd Apollo iointly fall Before Latona and Diana too In sacred seruice and doe therefore know How to make mention of the ancient Trimms Of men and women in their well-made Hymns And soften barbarous Nations with their song's Being able all to speake the seuerall tongu's Of forreine Nations and to imitate Their musiques there with art so fortunate That one would say there euery one did speake And all their tunes in naturall accents breake Their songs so well compos'd are and their Art To answer all soundes is of such Desart But come Latona and thou king of Flames With Phoebe Rectresse of chaste thoughts in Dames Let me salute ye and your Graces call Hereafter to my iust memoriall And you O Delian Virgins doe me grace When any stranger of our earthie Race Whose restlesse life Affliction hath in chace Shall hither come and question you Who is To your chaste eares of choicest faculties In sacred Poesie and with most right Is Author of your absolut'st delight Ye shall your selues doe all the right ye can To answer for our Name The sightlesse man Of stonie Chios All whose Poems shall In all last Ages stand for Capitall This for your owne sakes I desire for I Will propagate mine owne precedencie As far as earth shall well-built cities beare Or humane conuersation is held deare Not with my praise direct but praises due And men shall credit it because t is true How euer I 'le not cease the praise I vow To farre-shot Phoebus with the siluer bow Whom louely-hair'd Latona gaue the light O King Both Lycia is in Rule thy Right Faire Moeonie and the Maritimall Miletus wisht to be the seate of all But chiefely Delos girt with â—illowes round Thy most respected empire doth resound Where thou to Pythus wentst to answer there As soone as thou wert borne the burning eare Of many a far-come to heare future deeds Clad in diuine and odoriferous weeds And with thy Golden Fescue plaidst vpon Thy hollow Harp that sounds to heauen set gone Then to Olympus swift as thought hee flew To Ioues high house and had a retinew Of Gods t' attend him And then strait did fall To studie of the Harp and Harpsicall All th'Immortalls To whom euery Muse With rauishing voices did their answers vse Singing Th' eternall deeds of Deitie And from their hands what Hells of miserie Poore Humanes suffer liuing desperate quite And not an Art they haue wit or deceipt Can make them manage any Act aright Nor finde with all the soule they can engage A salue for Death or remedie for Age. But here the fayre-hayrd graces the wise Howres Harmonia Hebe and sweet Venus powres Danc't and each others Palme to Palme did cling And with these danc't not a deformed thing No forspoke Dwarfe nor downeward witherling But
string extend With an exploratorie spirit assaid To all the parts that could on it be plaid It sounded dreadfully to which he sung As if from thence the first and true force sprâ—ng That fashions Virtue God in him did sing His play was likewise an vnspeakable thing Yet but as an extemporall Assay Of what showe it would make being the first way It tryed his hand or a tumultuous noise Such as at feasts the first-flowr'd spirits of Boies Poure out in mutuall contumelies still As little squaring with his curious will Or was as wanton and vntaught a Store Of Ioue and Maia that rich shoes still wore He sung who sufferd ill reports before And foule staines vnder her faire titles bore But Hermes sung her Nation and her Name Did itterate euer All her high-flowne fame Of being Ioues Mistresse celebrating all Her traine of seruants and collaterall Sumpture of Houses all her Tripods there And Caldrons huge encreasing euery yeare All which she knew yet felt her knowledge flung With her fames losse which found she more wisht sung But now he in his sacred cradle laid His Lute so absolute and strait conuaid Himselfe vp to a watch-towre forth his house Rich and diuinely Odoriferous A loftie wile at worke in his conceipt Thirsting the practise of his Empires height And where Impostors rule since sable Night Must serue their deeds he did his deeds their right For now the neuer-resting Sunne was turn'd For th'vnder earth and in the Ocean burn'd His Coch and Coursers When th'ingenious spie Pieria's shadie hill had in his eye Where the immortall Oxen of the Gods In ayres flood solac't their select Abods And earths sweet greene floure that was neuer shorne Fed euer downe And these the wittie-borne Argicides set serious spie vpon Seuering from all the rest and setting gone Full fiftie of the violent Bellowers Which driuing through the sands he did reuerse His births-craft trait remembring all their houes And them transpos'd in opposite remoues The fore behinde set The behinde before T' employ the eyes of such as should explore And he himselfe as slye-pac't cast away His sandalls on the sea-sands Past display And vnexcogitable thoughts in Act Putting to shunn of his stolne steps the Tract Mixing both Tamrisk and like-Tamrisk sprayes In a most rare confusion to raise His footsteps vp from earth Of which sprayes he His armefull gathering fresh from off the Tree Made for his sandalls Tyes both leaues and tyes Holding together and then fear'd no eyes That could affect his feets discoueries The Tamrisk boughs he gather'd making way Backe from Pieria but as to conuaie Prouision in them for his iourney fit It being long and therefore needing it An ould man now at labour nere the field Of greene Onchestus knew the verdant yield Of his fayre armefull whom th'ingenious Sonne Of Maia therefore salutation Did thus beginn to Ho ould man That now Art crooked growne with making Plants to grow Thy nerues will farr be spent when these boughs shall To these their leaues confer me fruit and All. But see not thou what euer thou dost see Nor heare though heare But all as touching me Conceale since nought it can endamage thee This and no more he said and on draue still His brode-browd Oxen. Many a shadie Hill And many an echoing valley many a field Pleasant and wishfull did his passage yield Their safe Transcension But now the diuine And black-browd Night his Mistresse did decline Exceeding swiftly Daies most earely light Fast hasting to her first point to excite Wordlings to worke and in her Watch-towre shone King Pallas-Megamedes seed the Moone When through th' Alphaean flood Ioues powerfull Sonne Phoebus-Apollo's ample-foreheaded Herd Whose necks the laboring yoke had neuer spher'd Draue swiftly on and then into a stall Hillie yet past to through an humble vale And hollow Dells in a most louely Meade He gatherd all and them diuinely fedd With Odorous Cypresse and the rauishing Tree That makes his Eaters lose the memorie Of name and countrie Then he brought withall Much wood whose sight into his serch let fall The Art of making fire Which thus he tried He tooke a branch of Lawrell amplified Past others both in beautie and in sise Yet lay next hand rubb'd it and strait did rise A warme fume from it Steele being that did raise As Agent the attenuated Baies To that hot vapor So that Hermes found Both fire first and of it the seede close bound In other substances and then the seed He multiplied of sere-wood making feed The apt heat of it in a pile Combin'de Laid in a lowe Pit that inflames strait shin'de And cast a sparkling crack vp to the Skye All the drie parts so feruent were and hye In their combustion And how long the force Of glorious Vulcan kept the fire in course So long was he in dragging from their stall Two of the crook-hancht Herd that ror'd withall And rag'd for feare t'approch the sacred fire To which did all his dreadfull powrs aspire When blustring forth their breath He on the soile Cast both at length though with a world of toile For long he was in getting them to ground After their through-thrust and most mortall wound But worke to worke he ioin'd the flesh and cut Couerd with fat and on treene broches put In peeces rosted But in th'Intestines The black blood and the honorarie chines Together with the carcases lay there Cast on the cold earth as no Deities chere The Hydes vpon a rugged rock he spred And thus were these now all in peeces shred And vndistinguisht from Earths common herd Though borne for long date and to heauen endeard And now must euer liue in dead euent But Hermes hâ—rehence hauing his content Car'd for no more but drew to places euen The fat-works that of force must haue for heauen Their capitall ends though stolne and therefore were In twelue parts cut for twelue choice Deities chere By this deuotion To all which he gaue Their seuerall honors and did wish to haue His equall part thereof as free and well As th' other Deities but the fattie smell Afflicted him though he immortall were Play'ng mortall parts and being like mortalls here Yet his proud minde nothing the more obayde For being a God himselfe and his owne aide Hauing to cause his due And though in heart Hee highly wisht it but the weaker part Subdu'd the stronger and went on in ill Euen heauenly Powre had rather haue his Will Then haue his Right and will 's the worst of All When but in least sort it is criminall One Taint being Author of a Number still And thus resolu'd to leaue his hallow'd Hill First both the fat parts and the fleshie All Taking away at the steepe-entryed stall He laid all All the feet and heads entire And all the sere-wood making cleare with fire And now he leauing there then all things done And finisht in their fit perfection The Coles put out and their black Ashes
this so forcefull concourse vp in Ayre The Golden-Rodd-sustaining Argus Guide Rapt me in sight of all and made me ride Along the Clouds with him enforcing me Throâ—gh many a labour of Mortalitie Through many an vnbuilt Region and a rude Where sauage Beasts deuour'd Preys warme and crude And would not let my feares take one foots tred On her by whom are all Liues comforted But said my Maiden State must grace the Bed Of King Anchises And bring forth to thee Issue as faire as of diuine Degree Which said and showing me thy mouing Grace Away flew he vp to th' Immortall Race And thus came I to thee Necessitie With her steele stings compelling me t'applie To her high Powre my will But You must I Implore by Ioue and all the reuerence due To your deare Parents who in bearing you Can beare no meane saile leade me home to them An vntoucht Maid being brought vp in th' extreme Of much too cold simplicitie to know The fiery cunnings that in Venus glow Show me to them then and thy Brothers borne I shall appeare none that parts disadorne But such as well may serue a Brothers wife And show them now euen to my future life If such or no my Present will extend To Horse-Breede-vary'ng Phrygia likewise send T' Informe my Sire and Mother of my State That liue for me extreame disconsolate Who Gold enough and well-wouen weedes will giue All whose rich Gifts in my Amends receiue All this perform'd adde celebration then Of honord Nuptialls that by God and Men Are held in reuerence All this while she said Into his bosome iointly she conuaid The fires of loue when all enamourd He In these terms answered If Mortalitie Confine thy Fortunes and a woman were Mother to those attractions that appeare In thy admir'd forme thy great Father giuen High Name of Otreus and the Spie of Heauen Immortall Mercurie th'enforce-full cause That made thee lose the Prize of that applause That modestie immaculate Virgines giues My wife thou shalt be call'd through both our liues Nor shall the powrs of Men nor Gods withhold My fiery resolution to enfold Thy bosome in mine armes which here I vow To firme performance past delay and Now. Nor should Apollo with his siluer Bow Shoote me to instant death would I forbeare To doe a deede so full of cause so deare For with a Heauen-sweet woman I will ly Though strait I stoope the house of Dis ' and die This said he tooke her hand and she tooke way With him her bright eyes casting round whose stay She stuck vpon a bed that was before Made for the King and wealthie couerings wore On which Beares Hydes and bigg-voic't Lyons lay Whose Preyfull liues the King had made his Prey Hunting th'Idalian Hills This Bed when they Had both ascended first he tooke from her The fierie weede that was her vtmost weare Vnbutto'nd her next rosie Robe and los'd The Gyrdle that her slender wast enclos'd Vnlac't her buskinns all her Iewellrie Tooke from her neck and brests and all lay'd by Vpon a Golden-studded Chaire of State Th'Amaze of all which being remou'd euen Fate And counsaile of the equall Gods gaue way To this that with a Deathlesse Goddesse lay A deathfull Man since what his loue assum'd Not with his conscious knowledge was presum'd Now when the shepherds and the Herdsmen all Turnd from their flowrie Pasture to their Stall With all their Oxen fat and frolick sheepe Venus into Anchises cast a sleepe Sweet and profound while with her owne hands now With her rich weeds she did her selfe indow But so distinguisht that he clere might know His happie Glories Then to her desire Her heauenly Person put in Trimms entire Shee by the bed stood of the well-built Stall Aduanc't her head to State Celestiall And in her cheekes arose the radiant hew Of rich-cround Venus to apparant view And then she rouâ—'d him from his rest and said Vp my Dardanides forsake thy bed What pleasure late emploid let ts Humor steepe Thy lidds in this inexcitable sleepe Wake and now say If I appeare to thee Like her that first thine eyes conceited me This started him from sleepe though deepe and deare And passing promptlie he enioy'd his eare But when his eye saw Venus neck and eyes Whose beauties could not beare the Counterprise Of any other downe his owne eyes fell Which pallid feare did from her view repell And made him with a maine respect beside Turne his whole person from her state and hide With his rich weede appos'd his royall face These wing'd words vsing When at first thy Grace Mine eyes gaue entertainment well I knew Thy state was Deified but thou told'st not true And therefore let me pray thee by thy Loue Borne to thy Father Aegis-bearing Ioue That thou wilt neuer let me liue to be An abiect after so diuine degree Taken in fortune but take ruth on me For any Man that with a Goddesse lies Of interest in immortalities Is neuer long liu'd She replied Forbeare O happiest of Mortall Men this feare And rest assur'd that not for me at least Thy least ills feare fits no nor for the rest Of all the Blessed for thou art their friend And so farr from sustaining instant end That to thy long-enlarg'd life there shall spriâ—g Amongst the Troians a deare Sonne and King To whom shall many a Sonne and Sonnes Sonne rise In euerlasting-great Posterities His Name Aeneas therein keeping life For euer in my much-conceipted griefe That I immortall fell into the bed Of one whose blood Mortality must shed But rest thou comforted and all the Race That Troy shall propagate in this high grace That past all Races else the Gods stand nere Your glorious Nation for the formes ye beare And Natures so ingenuous and sincere For which the great in counsailes Iupiter Your Gold-lockt Ganymedes did transfer In rapture farr from mens depressed fates To make him Consort with our Deified states And skale the Topâ— of the Saturnian skies He was so meere a Marueile in their eyes And therefore from a Bolle of Gold he fills Redd Nectar that the rude distension kills Of windes that in your humane stomacks breede But then did Languor on the Liuer feede Of Tros his Father that was King of Troy And euer did his memorie employ With losse of his deare bewtie so bereuen Though with a sacred whirlewinde â—apt to heauen But Ioue in pittie of him saw him giuen Good compensation sending by Heauens Spye White-swift-hou'd Horse that Immortality Had made firme spirrited and had beside Hermes to see his Ambassie supplied With this vow'd Bountie vsing all at large That his vnaltered counsailes gaue in charge That he himselfe should Immortality breath Expert of Age and Woe as well as Death This Ambassie exprest he mourn'd no more But vp with all his inmost minde he bore Ioying that he vpon his swift-hou'd Horse Should be stustain'd in an eternall course So did the golden-thron'de Aurora raise
Hymens honord State And brought him such a peece of Progenie As showd at first sight monstrous to the eye Gote-footed Two-horn'd full of noise euen Then And opposite quite to other children Told in sweete laughter he ought death no Teare Yet strait his Mother start and fled in feare The sight of so vnsatisfying a Thing In whose face put forth such a bristled spring Yet the most vsefull Mercurie embrac't And tooke into his armes his homely-fac't Beyond all measure ioyfull with his sight And vp to heauen with him made instant flight Wrapt in the warme skinne of a Mountaine Hare Set him by Ioue and made most merrie fare To all the Deities else with his Sonnes sight Which most of all fill'd Bacchus with delight And Pan they call'd him since he brought to All Of Mirth so rare and full a Festiuall And thus all honor to the shepherds King For Sacrifice to Thee my Muse shall sing To Vulcan PRaise Vulcane now Muse whom Fame giues the Prise For Depth Facture of al Fordge deuise Who with the skie-eyd Pallas first did giue Men rules of buildings that before did liue In Caues and Denns and Hills like sauage Beasts But now by Art-fam'd Vulcans Interests In all their ciuill Industries waies cleare Through th'All-things-bringing-to-their-Ends the yeare They worke out to their Ages ends at ease Lodg'd in safe Roofes from Winters vtmost prease But Vulcan stand propitious to Me Virtue safe granting and Felicitie To Phoebus O Phoebus Euen the Swann from forth her wings Iumping her proyning-banck thee sweetly sings By bright Peneus whirle-pit-making-streames Thee that thy Lute mak'st sound so to thy Beames Thee first and last the sweete-voic't singer still Sings for thy songs-all-songs-transcending skill Thy Pleasure then shall my song still supply And so salutes thee King of Poâ—sie To Neptune NEptune the mighty Marine God I sing Earths mouer the fruitles Oceans king That Helicon and th' Aegan Deepes dost hold O thou Earth-shaker Thy Command two-fold The Gods haue sorted making thee of Horses The awfull Tamer and of Nauall Forces The sure Preseruer Haile O Saturns Birth Whose gracefull greene bayre circkles all the Earth Beare a benigne minde and thy helpfull hand Lend All submitted to thy drad Command To Ioue IOue now I sing the greatest the best Of al these Powrs that are with Deitie blest That farr-off doth his dreadfull Voice diffuse And being King of All doth all conduce To all their Ends. Who shut from all-Gods else With Themis that the lawes of all things tells Their fit Composures to their Times doth call Wedds them together and preserues This All. geuen Grace then O farr-heard Ioue the grace t' hast Most glorious most great of Earth Heauen To Vesta VEsta that as a seruant Ouersees King Phoebus hallowd house in all degrees Of Guide about it on the sacred shore Of heauenly Pythos and hast euermore Rich balms distilling from thy Odorous hayre Grace this House with thy huswifely repaire Enter and bring a Minde that most may moue Conferring euen the great in counsailes Ioue And let my verse taste of your eithers loue TO THE MVSES AND APOLLO THe Muses Ioue and Phoebus now I sing For from the farr-off-shooting Phoebus spring All Poets and Musitions and from Ioue Th'Ascents of Kings The Man the Muses loue Felicitie blesses Elocutions choice In Syrrup lay'ng of sweetest breath his voice Haile Seede of Ioue my song your honors giue And so in Mine shall yours and others liue To Bacchus IVie-Crown'd Bacchus Iterate in thy Praises O Muse whose Voice all loftiest Echoes raises And He with all th' illustrous seede of Ioue Is ioinde in honor being the fruite of Loue To him and Semele-the-great-in-graces And from the King his Fathers kinde embraces By faire-hayrde Nymphs was taken to the Dales Of Nyssa and with curious Festiuals Giuen his faire Grought far from his Fathers view In Caues from whence eternall Odors flew And in high number of the Deities plac't Yet when the many Hymne-giuen God had past His Nurses Cares in Iuies and in Baies All ouer Thicketed his varied waies To syluan Couerts euermore he tooke With all his Nurses whose shrill voices shooke Thickets in which could no footes Entrie fall And he himself made Captaine of them All. And so O Grape-abounding Bacchus be Euer saluted by my Muse and Me. Giue vs to spend with spirit our Howres out here And euery Howre extend to many a Yeare To Diana DIana that the Golden Spyndle moues And loftie soundes as wel as Bacchus loueâ— A bashfull Virgine and of fearefull hearts The Death-affecter with delighted Darts By Sire and Mother Phoebus Sister borne Whose Thigh the Golden Falchion doth adorne I sing who likewise ouer Hills of shade And Promontories that vast windes inuade Amorous of Hunting bends her all-gold Bowe And sigh-begetting Arrows doth bestowe In fates so dreadfull that the Hill-Tops quake And Bristlde woods their leauie foreheads shake Horrors inuade Earth and fishie Seas Impassiond furies nothing can appease The dying Braies of Beasts and her Delight In so much Death affects so with affright Euen all inanimate natures For while shee Her sports applies Their generall Progenie Shee all waies turnes vpon to All their Banes Yet when her fierie Pleasures finde their wanes Her yeelding Bowe vnbent to th'ample House Seated in Delphos rich and Populous Of her deare Brother her Retreats aduance Where Th'Instauration of delightsome Dance Amongst the Muses and the Graces shee Giues forme In which her selfe the Regencie Her vnbent Bowe hung vp and casting on A gracious Robe assumes and first sets gone The Dances Entrie to which all send forth Their heauenly voices and aduance the worth Of her faire-anckl'd Mother since to light Shee Children brought the farr most exquisite In Counsailes and Performances of all The Goddesses that grace the heauenly Hall Haile then Latona's faire-hayrd seede Ioues My song shall euer call to Minde your Loues To Pallas PAllas-Minerua's Deitie the renown'd My Muse in her variety must resound Mightie in counsailes whose Illustrous Eyes In all resemblance represent the skies A reuerend Maid of an inflexible Minde In Spirit and Person strong of Triple kinde Fautresse of Citties that iust Lawes maintaine Of Ioue-the-great-in-counsailes very Braine Tooke Prime existence his vnbounded Brows Could not containe her such impetuous Throw's Her Birth gaue way to that abrode she flew And stood in Gold arm'd in her Fathers view Shaking her sharpe Lance all Olympus shooke So terriblie beneath her that it tooke Vp in amazes all the Deities there All Earth resounded with vociferous Feare The Sea was put vp all in purple Waues And settld sodainly her rudest Raues Hyperions radiant Sonne his swift-hou'd Steedes A mighty Tyme staid till her arming weedes As glorious as the Gods the blew-eyd Maid Tooke from her Deathlesse shoulders but then staid All these distempers and heauens counsailor Ioue Reioic't that all things else his stay could moue So I salute thee still
'le call Sabactes Asbett and Omadamus Who ylls against your Art Innumerous Excogitates supplies and multiplies Come Pallas then and all command to rise Infesting Fordge and house with fire till All Tumble together and to Ashes Fall These Potters selues dissolu'd in Teares as small And as a Horse-cheeke chides his foming Bit So let this Fordge murmure in fire and flit And all this stuffe to ashie ruines runne And thou O Circe Daughter of the Sunne Great-many-Poison Mixer come and poure Thy cruell'st Poisons on this Potters floore Shiuering their vessells and themselues affect With all the Mischiefes possible to direct Gainst all their Beings vrdg'd by all thy feends Let Chiron likewise come and all those friends The Centaures that Alcides fingers fled And All the rest too that his hand strooke dead Their Ghosts excited come and macerate These Earthen Men and yet with further Fate Affect their Fornace All their teare-burst Eyes Seeing and mourning for their Miseries While I looke On and laugh their blasted Art And them to Ruine Lastly if apart Any lies lurking and sees yet his Face Into a Cole let th' angrie fire embrace That all may learne by them in all their lust To dare Deedes Great to see them great and Iust. EIRESIONE OR The Oliue Branch THe Turrets of a Man of infinite Might Of infinite Action substance Infinite Wee make accesse to whose whole Being rebounds From Earth to Heauen nought but Blisse resounds Giue entrie then ye Dores more riches yet Shall enter with me All the Graces met In ioy of their fruition perfect Peace Confirming All All crown'd with such encrease That euery emptie Vessell in your House May stand repleate with all thing precious Elaborate Ceres may your Larders fill With all deare Delicates and serue in still May for your Sonne a Wife make wisht approch Into your Towrs and rapt in in her Coch With strong-kneed Mules May yet her state proue staid With honord Huswiferies Her faire hand laid To artfull Loomeworks and her nak't feet treade The Gumme of Amber to a Golden Beade But I 'le returne Returne and yet not presse Youre bounties now assaid with oft Accesse Once a yeere onely as the Swallow prates Before the welthie Springs wide open Gates Meane time I stand at yours nor purpose stay More time t' entreate Giue or not giue away My feet shall beare me that did neuer come With any thought to make your House my Home TO CERTAINE FISHER-BOYES PLEASING HIM WITH INGENIOVS RIDDLES YEt from the bloods euen of your-selfe-like sires Are you descended that could make ye heires To no huge hords of Coine nor leaue ye Able To feede Flocks of innumerable Rabble The end of all the endlesse works of Homer THe Worke that I was borne to doe is done Glory to him that the Conclusion Makes the beginning of my life and Neuer Let me be said to liâ—e till I liue Euer Where 's the outliuing of my Fortunes then Ye errant vapors of Fâ—mes Lernean Fenn That like possest stormes blast all not in Herde With your abhorr'd heads who because casher'de By Men for Monsters thinck Men Monsters All That are not of your pyed Hood and your Hall When you are nothing but the scumm of things And must be cast off Droues that haue no stings Nor any mâ—re soule then a stone hath wings Auant ye Haggs your Hates and Scandalls are The Crownes and Comforts of a good Mans Care By whose impartiall Perpendiculare All is extuberance and excretion All That you your Ornaments and glories call Your wrie Mouthes censure right your blister'd Tongues That licke but itches and whose vlceâ—ous Lungs Come vp at all things permanent and sound O you like flies in Dreggs in Humors droun'd Your loues like Atoms lost in gloomie Ayre I would not retriue with a wither'd Haire Hate and cast still your stings then for your kisses Betray but Truth and your Applaud's are Hisses To see our supercilious wizerds frowne Their faces falne like Foggs and coming downe Stincking the Sunn out make me shine the more And like a checkt flood beare aboue the shore That their prophane Opinions faine would set To what they see not know not nor can let Yet then our learn'd Men with their Torrents come Roring from their forc't Hills all crown'd with â—ome That one not taught like them should learne to know Their Greeke rootes from thence the Groues that grow Casting such rich shades from great Homers wings That first and last command the Muses springs Though he 's best Scholler that through paines and vows Made his owne Master onely all things know's Nor pleades my poore skill forme or learned Place But dantlesse labor constant Prayer and Grace And what 's all their skill but vast varied reading As if brode-beaten High-waies had the leading To Truths abstract and narrow Path and Pit Found in no walke of any worldly wit And without Truth all 's onely sleight of hand Or our Law-learning in a Forraine Land Embroderie spent on Cobwebs Braggart show Of Men that all things learne and nothing know For Ostentation humble Truth still flies And all confederate fashionists defies And as some sharpe-browd Doctor English borne In much learn'd Latine Idioms can adorne A verse with rare Attractions yet become His English Muse like an â—â—â—achâ—ean in Loome Wrought spight of Pallas and therein beâ—raies More tongue then truth beggs and adopts his Bayes So Ostentation hee bee neuer so Larded with labour to suborne his showe Shall soothe within him but a bastard soule No more Heauen heyring then Earths sonne the Moule But as in dead Calmes emptiest smokes arise Vncheckt and free vp strait into the skies So drousie Peace that in her humor steepes All she affects le ts such rise while she sleepes Many and most Men haue of wealth least store But None the gracious shame that fits the Pore So most learn'd Men enough are Ignorant But few the grace haue to confesse their want Till Liues and Learnings come concomitant For from Mens knowledges their Liues-Acts flowe Vaine glorious Acts then vaine proue all they know As Night the life-enclining starrs best showes So liues obscure the starriest soules disclose For me let iust Men iudge by what I show In Acts expos'd how much I erre or knowe And let not Enuie make all worse then nought With her meere headstrong and quite braineles thought Others for doing nothing giuing All And bounding all worth in her bursten Gall. God and my deare Redeemer rescue Me From Mens immane and mad Impietie And by my life and soule sole knowne to them Make me of Palme or Yew an Anadem And so my sole God the thrice sacred Trine Beare all th'Ascription of all Me and Mine Sine honore viuam Nulloque Numero ero A fimile illustrating the most renownd seruice of Generall Noris in his Retreate before Gant neuer before made sacred to Memorie Vt non fine Maximo faâ—â—re Dei comparari nâ—queat Pla. in Ioue