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A03512	The Iliads of Homer prince of poets· Neuer before in any languag truely translated. With a co[m]ment vppon some of his chiefe places; donne according to the Greeke by Geo: Chapman.; Iliad. English. Chapman	Homer.; Chapman, George, 1559?-1634.; Hole, William, d. 1624, engraver.	1611 (1611)	STC 13634; ESTC S119234	399,802	404

THE ILIADS OF HOMER Prince of Poets Neuer before in any languag truely translated With a Com̄ent vppon some of his chiefe places Donne according to the Greeke By Geo Chapman At London printed for Nathaniell Butter William Hole sculp Qui Nil molitur Ineptè TO THE HIGH BORNE PRINCE OF MEN HENRIE THRICE Royall inheritor to the vnited kingdoms of Great BRITTAINE c. SInce perfect happinesse by Princes sought Is not with birth borne nor ●…xchequers bought Nor followes in great Traines nor is possest VVith any outward State but makes him blest That gouernes inward and beholdeth theare All his affections stand about him bare That by his power can send to Towre and death All traitrous passions marshalling beneath His iustice his meere will and in his minde Holds such a scepter as can keepe confinde His whole lifes actions in the royall bounds Of Vertue and Religion and their grounds Takes-in to sow his honours his delights And complete empire You should learne these rights Great Prince of men by Princely presidents VVhich here in all kinds my true zeale presents To furnish your youths groundworke and first State And let you see one Godlike man create All sorts of worthiest men to be contriu'd In your worth onely giuing him reuiu'd For whose life Alexander would haue giuen One of his kingdomes who as sent from heauen And thinking well that so diuine a creature VVould neuer more enrich the race of Nature Kept as his Crowne his workes and thought them still His Angels in all power to rule his will And would affirme that Homers poesie Did more aduance his Asian victorie Then all his Armies O! t is wondrous much Though nothing prisde that the right vertuous touch Of a well written foule to vertue moues Nor haue we soules to purpose if their loues Of fitting obiects be not so inflam'd How much then were this kingdomes maine soule maim'd To want this great inflamer of all powers That moue in humane soules All Realmes but yours Are honor'd with him and hold blest that State That haue his workes to reade and contemplate In which Humanitie to her height is raisde VVhich all the world yet none enough hath praisde Seas earth and heauen he did in verse comprise Out-sung the Muses and did equalise Their king Apollo being so farre from cause Of Princes light thoughts that their grauest lawes May finde stuffe to be fashiond by his lines Through all the pompe of kingdomes still he shines And graceth all his gracers Then let lie Your Lutes and Viols and more loftily Make the Heroiques of your Homer sung To Drums and Trumpets set his Angels tongue And with the Princely sport of Haukes you vse Behold the kingly flight of his high Muse And see how like the Phoenix she renues Her age and starrie feathers in your sunne Thousands of yeares attending euerie one Blowing the holy fire and throwing in Their seasons kingdomes nations that haue bin Subuerted in them lawes religions all Offerd to Change and greedie Funerall Yet still your Homer lasting liuing raigning And proues how firme Truth builds in Poets faining A Princes statue or in Marble caru'd Or steele or gold and shrin'd to be pres●…d Aloft on Pillars or Pyramides Time into lowest ruines may depresse But drawne with all his vertues in learn'd verse Fame shall resound them on Obliuions herse Till graues gaspe with her blasts and dead men rise No gold can follow where true Poesie flies Then let not this Diuinitie in earth Deare Prince be sleighted as she were the birth Of idle Fancie since she workes so hie Nor let her poore disposer Learning lie Stil bed-rid Both which being in men defac't In men with them is Gods bright image rac't For as the Sunne and Moone are figures giuen Of his refulgent Deitie in Heauen So Learning and her Lightner Poesie In earth present his fierie Maiestie Nor are Kings like him since their Diademes Thunder and lighten and proiect braue beames But since they his cleare vertues emulate In Truth and Iustice imaging his State In Bountie and Humanitie since they shine Then which is nothing like him more diuine Not Fire not Light the Sunnes admired course The Rise nor Set of Starres nor all their force In vs and all this Cope beneath the Skie Nor great Existence term'd his Treasurie Since not for being greatest he is blest But being Iust and in all vertues best VVhat sets his Iustice and his Truth best forth Best Prince then vse best which is Poesies worth For as great Princes well inform'd and deckt VVith gracious vertue giue more sure effect To her perswasions pleasures reall worth Then all th' inferiour subiects she sets forth Since there she shines at full hath birth wealth state Power fortune honor fit to eleuate Her heauenly merits and so fit they are Since she was made for them and they for her So Truth with Poesie grac't is fairer farre More proper mouing chaste and regular Then when she runnes away with vntruss't Prose Proportion that doth orderly dispose Her vertuous treasure and is Queene of Graces In Poesie decking her with choicest Phrases Figures and numbers when loose Prose puts on Plaine letter-habits makes her trot vpon Dull earthly businesse she being meere diuine Holds her to homely Cates and harsh hedge-wine That should drinke Poesies Nectar euerie way One made for other as the Sunne and Day Princes and vertues And as in a spring The plyant water mou'd with any thing Let fall into it puts her motion out In perfect circles that moue round about The gentle fountaine one another raising So Truth and Poesie worke so Poesie blazing All subiects falne in her exhaustlesse fount VVorks most exactly makes a true account Of all things to her high discharges giuen Till all be circular and round as heauen And lastly great Prince marke and pardon me As in a flourishing and ripe fruite Tree Nature hath made the barke to saue the Bole The Bole the sappe the sappe to decke the whole VVith leaues and branches they to beare and shield The vsefull fruite the fruite it selfe to yeeld Guard to the kernell and for that all those Since out of that againe the whole Tree growes So in our Tree of man whose neruie Roote Springs in his top from thence euen to his foote There runnes a mutuall aide through all his parts All ioyn'd in one to serue his Queene of Arts. The soule In which doth Poesie like the kernell lie Oscur'd though her Promethean facultie Can create men and make euen death to liue For which she should liue honor'd Kings should giue Comfort and helpe to her that she might still Hold vp their spirits in vertue make the will That gouernes in them to the power conform'd The power to iustice that the scandals storm'd Against the poore Dame clear'd by your faire Grace Your Grace may shine the clearer Her low place Not shewing her the highest leaues obscure VVho raise her raise themselues and he sits

title doth to you resigne VVherein as th' Ocean walks not with such waues The Round of this Realme as your VVisedomes seas Nor with his great eye sees his Marble saues Our State like your Vlyssian policies So none like HOMER hath the VVorld enspher'd Earth Seas heauen fixt in his verse and mouing VVhom all times wisest Men haue held vnper'de And therefore would conclude with your approuing Then grace his spirit that all wise men hath grac't And made things euer flitting euer last An Anagram Robert Cecyl Earle of Salisburye Curbfoes thy care is all our erly Be. TO THE MOST HONOR'DRE storer of ancient Nobilitie both in blood and vertue the Earle of SVFFOLKE c. IOine Noblest Earle in giuing worthy grace To this great gracer of Nobilitie See here what sort of men your honor'd place Doth properly command if Poesie Profest by them were worthily exprest The grauest wisest greatest need not then Account that part of your command the least Nor them such idle needlesse worthlesse Men. VVho can be worthier Men in publique weales Then those at all parts that prescrib'd the best That stird vp noblest vertues holiest zeales And euermore haue liu'd as they profest A world of worthiest Men see one create Great Earle whom no man since could imitate TO THE MOST NOBLE AND learned Earle the Earle of NORTHAMTON c. TO you most learned Earle whose learning can Reiect vnlearned Custome and Embrace The reall vertues of a worthie Man I prostrate this great Worthie for your grace And pray that Poesies well-deseru'd ill Name Being such as many moderne Poets make her May nought eclipse her cleare essentiall flame But as she shines here so refuse or take her Nor do I hope but euen your high affaires May suffer intermixture with her view VVhere Wisedome fits her for the highest chaires And mindes growne old with cares of State renew You then great Earle that in his owne tongue know This king of Poets see his English show TO THE MOST NOBLE MY singular good Lord the Earle of Arundell STand by your noblest stocke and euer grow In loue and grace of vertue most admir'd And we will pay the sacrifice we owe Of prayre and honour with all good desir'd To your diuine soule that shall euer liue In height of all blisse prepar'd here beneath In that ingenuous and free grace you giue To knowledge onely Bulwarke against Death VVhose rare sustainers here her powres sustaine Hereafter Such reciprocall effects Meete in her vertues VVhere the loue doth raigne The Act of knowledge crownes our intellects VVhere th' Act nor Loue is there like beasts men die Not Life but Time is their Eternitie TO THE LEARNED AND most noble Patrone of learning the Earle of PEMBROOKE c. ABoue all others may your Honor shine As past all others your ingenuous beames Exhale into your grace the forme diuine Of godlike Learning whose exiled streames Runne to your succour charg'd with all the wracke Of sacred Vertue Now the barbarous witch Foule Ignorance sits charming of them backe To their first Fountaine in the great and rich Though our great Soueraigne counter-checke her charmes VVho in all learning reignes so past example Yet with her Turkish Policie puts on armes To raze all knowledge in mans Christian Temple You following yet our king your guard redouble Pure are those streames that these times cannot trouble TO THE RIGHT GRACIOVS Illustrator of vertue and worthy of the fauour Royall the Earle of MONTGOMRIE THere runs a blood faire Earle through your cleare vains That well entitles you to all things Noble VVhich still the liuing Sydnian soule maintaines And your Names ancient Noblesse doth redouble For which I needs must tender to your Graces This noblest worke of Man as made your Right And though Ignoblesse all such workes defaces As tend to Learning and the soules delight Yet since the sacred Penne doth testifie That Wisedome which is Learnings naturall birth Is the cleare Mirror of Gods Maiestie And Image of his goodnesse here in earth If you the Daughter wish respect the Mother One cannot be obtain'd without the other TO THE MOST LEARNED and Noble Concluder of the Warres Arte and the Muses the Lord LISLE c. NOr let my paines herein long honor'd Lord Faile of your ancient Nobly-good respects Though obscure Fortune neuer would afford My seruice show till these thus late effects And though my poore deserts weigh'd neuer more Then might keepe downe their worthlesse memorie From your high thoughts enricht with better store Yet yours in me are fixt eternally VVhich all my fit occasions well shall proue Meane space with your most Noble Nephewes daine To shew your free and honorable loue To this Greeke Poet in his English vaine You cannot more the point of death controule Then to stand close by such a liuing soule TO THE GREAT AND VER tuous the Countesse of MONTGOMRIE YOur Fame great Lady is so lowd resounded By your free Trumpet my right worthy frend That with it all my forces stand confounded Arm'd and disarm'd at once to one iust end To honor and describe the blest consent Twixt your high blood and soule in vertues rare Of which my friends praise is so eminent That I shall hardly like his Echo fare To render onely th' ends of his shrill Verse Besides my Bounds are short and I must me●…rely My will to honour your rare parts rehearse VVith more time singing your renowme more clearely Meane-time take Homer for my wants supply To whom adioyn'd your Name shall neuer die TO THE HAPPY STARRE DI scouered in our Sydneian Asterisme comfort of learning Sphere of all the vertues the Lady VVROTHE WHen all our other Starres set in their skies To Vertue and all honor of her kind That you rare Lady should so clearely rise Makes all the vertuous glorifie your mind And let true Reason and Religion trie If it be Fancie not iudiciall Right In you t' oppose the times Apostasie To take the soules part and her sauing Light VVhile others blinde and burie both in Sense VVhen t is the onely end for which all liue And could those soules in whom it dies dispense As much with their Religion they would giue That as small grace Then shun their course faire Starre And still keepe your way pure and circular TO THE RIGHT NOBLE PA tronesse and Grace of Uertue the Countesse of BEDFORD TO you faire Patronesse and Muse to Learning The Fount of learning and the Muses sends This Cordiall for your vertues and forewarning To leaue no good for th' ill the world commends Custome seduceth but the vulgar sort VVith whom when Noblesse mixeth she is vulgare The truly-Noble still repaire their Fort VVith gracing good excitements and gifts rare In which the narrow path to Happinesse Is onely beaten Vulgar pleasure sets Nets for her selfe in swinge of her excesse And beates her selfe there dead ere free she gets Since pleasure then with pleasure still doth waste Still please with vertue Madame That will last TO THE RIGHT VALOROVS and virtuous Lord the Earle of SOVTH-HAMTON c. IN Choice of all our Countries Noblest spirits Borne slauisher barbarisme to conuin●… I could not but in uoke your ho or'd Merits To follow the swift vertue of our Prince The cries of Vertue and her Fortresse Learning Brake earth and to Elysium did descend To call vp Homer who therein discerning That his excitements to their good had end As being a Grecian puts-on English armes And to the hardie Natures in these climes Stikes-vp his high and spiritfull alarmes That they may cleare earth of those impious Crimes VVhose conquest though most faintly all apply You know learn'd Earle all liue for and should die TO MY EXCEEDING GOOD Lord the Earle of SVSSEX with duty alwaies remembred to his honor'd Countesse YOu that haue made in our great Princes Name At his high birth his holy Christian vowes May witnesse now to his eternall Fame How he performes them thus far stil growes Aboue his birth in vertue past his yeares In strength of Bountie and great Fortitude Amongst this traine then of our choicest Peeres That follow him in chace of vices rude Summon'd by his great Herald Homers voice March you and euer let your Familie In your vowes made for such a Prince reioyce Your seruice to his State shall neuer die And for my true obseruance let this show No meanes escapes when I may honour you TO THE RIGHT NOBLE AND Heroicall my singular good Lord the Lord of VVALDEN c. NOr let the vulgar sway Opinion beares Rare Lord that Poesies fauor shewes men vaine Ranke you amongst her sterne disfauourers She all things worthy fauour doth maintaine Vertue in all things else at best she betters Honour she heightens and giues Life in Death She is the ornament and soule of letters The worlds deceipt before her vanisheth Simple she is as Doues like Serpents wise Sharpe graue and sacred nought but things diuine And things diuining fit her faculties Accepting her as she is genuine If she be vaine then all things else are vile If vertuous still be Patrone of her stile TO THE MOST TRVLY-NO ble and Uertue-gracing Knight Sir Thomas HOVVARD THe true and nothing-lesse-then sacred spirit That moues your feete so farre from the prophane In skorne of Pride and grace of humblest merit Shall fill your Names sphere neuer seeing it wane It is so rare in blood so high as yours To entertaine the humble skill of Truth And put a vertuous end to all your powres That th' honor Age askes we giue you in youth Your Youth hath wonne the maistrie of your Mind As Homer sings of his Antilochus The parallell of you in euery kind Valiant and milde and most ingenious Go on in Vertue after Death and grow And shine like Ledas twins my Lord and you Euer most humbly and faithfully deuoted to you and all the rare Patrons of diuine Homer Geo. Chapman