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A09533	The tryumphes of Fraunces Petrarcke, translated out of Italian into English by Henrye Parker knyght, Lorde Morley. The tryumphe of loue. Of chastitie. Of death. Of fame. Of tyme. Of diuinitie; Trionfi. English	Petrarca, Francesco, 1304-1374.; Morley, Henry Parker, Lord, 1476-1556.	1555 (1555)	STC 19811; ESTC S110435	47,644	104

womanly chere Nowe is deade and gone what shall we be When she is past the death as we do se Where shall hyr peere or lyke be seene agayne So great perfection in one for to remayne So swete a speache so Angelyke a voyce This aboue all other was the choyce And the spyryt when it shulde depart As they myght se and periytly aduerte With all other vertues gatheredin one Where as it went the ayre moost bryghtly shone None euyll aduersary was so hardy there Afore hyr presence to stande or appeare With foule semblaunt to put hyr in dread Tyll death his assaute had done in dede But after that when all the feare was past And by disperation they sure at the last Eche one dyd beholde that moost swete face How preciouse it was how full of grace Not dyssolued with no vyolent payne But passynge awaye with an easy vayne Euen as a swete lyght that commeth to decay Lytle and lytle consumynge awaye When that the byrth lycoure is past and gone The flame extincte then lyght is there none Not pale she laye but whyter then the snow That the wynde agaynst the hyl doth blowe As he that wery is and woulde haue rest So she laye when death had hyr oppreste And as one that slepeth softe and quietlye So myght they all then and there espye Dreadful death that fooles haue in disgrace Fayre and beutifull in that swetest face ¶ The seconde Chapter of the Tryumphe of death THe nyghte folowynge y e this horrible chaūce Fell to my hartesioye pleasaunce That made in maner the sone lese his lyght And from y e erth toke also all delyght And the fayre flowre in heauen on hygh set My guyde gone and I with sorowe fret And blynde lefte from al ioye and pleasure The swete softe season pleasaunt be ye sure With the colde that spredde was in the ayre Afore Aurora moste delicate and fayre Taketh awaye with his holsome streames All vntrue and fayned false dreames Euen at that tyme to me dyd appeare Semblaunt to that season a mayde fayre cleare Crowned with ryche orient pearles whyte And for to encrease the more my delyght Hyr fayre hande stretche forth then dyd she And softely syghyng gently spake to me Doest thou not knowe me sayth she me tell Hyr that sometyme thou dyddest loue so well Of whome thy harte was all set on fyre And made the forsake all foule and vyle desyre Thus sayinge with a sadde sobre countenaunce She sat her downe my ioye and my pleasaunce And made me syt by hyr euen there Apon a bancke me thought we twayne were Whiche was shadowed with the Lawrell tree A greate beche therby well myght I see And I so set muche lyke in suche a case As he that speaketh and wepeth a great pace Soo dyd I aunswer vnto this Lady deare O thou fayre creature without to haue a peare Howe shoulde it be that I the shoulde forgette Sythyns that euer my hart on the was set Arte thou alyue or deade I longe to knowe I am alyue sayes she thou mayst me trowe And thou arte deade and soo styll shalbe Tyll that the last houre that taketh the From the earth now marke wel what I saye The tyme is shorte and oure wyll alwaye Is longe and therefore I the rede What thou wylt saye that it be sayde with spede Lest that the daye that commeth at the hande Make thou shalt not here no longer stande Then sayde I O Lady swete and pereles That hast proued I se it doubtles What lyfe and death are both certayne Tel me yf death be so great a payne She aunswered forthwith and to me sayde Mens blynde opinion makes it to be frayde But for to tell the what it is in deade Death is dissoluynge of all doubte and dread And cleane delyuers vs from a pryson darke Specially to hym that gently doth warke But vnto hym that hath done amys And all on couetousnesse his harte set is It is a payne and doloure infinite But I that from that am free and quyte For this death whiche I dyd assaye For whiche thou hast mourned to this daye Woulde make the mery and all thy soores heale If halfe the ioye thou haddest that I do feale Thus spake she and hyr celestyall eyes Deuoutly she lyfte vp vnto the skyes And that rodye lyppes more swete then rose She helde them styll tyll I dyd purpose Silla Nero Cayus and Maryus With these tyrauntes put Maxentius Syckenes in the brest and in the flanckes Payne of burnyng feuers and cranckes Makes the death more bytter then gall She aunswered me then forthwith all I cannot sayes she for truth denye But that the payne moost certaynlye That goeth afore that the death doth come Is wonder greuouse this is all and some But that which greuith most of all Is the feare of losse of the lyfe eternall But the spirite that comfortes hym in good And with his harte doth dread his rodde Unto hym I say what is the death But euen a syght and a short stopping breath This by my selfe dyd I well knowe and se At the laste houre when death dyd take me The body was sycke but the soule was well When that I harde one by me there tell O howe wreched and miserable is he That compteth the dayes of the infenyte That Laura is in and thinketh euery day A thousand dayes I dare ryght wel say Her excelente person to se and to beholde And neuer after se his comfort should Sekes for her the water and the lande And neuer for her in quyete doth stande But alwayes folowinge one maner of style Howe that he may in euery tyme and whyle On her to thynke on her with penne to wryte On her to speake on hye for to endyte This beryng casting myne eyes asyde Hyr amonge the other there I espyde That often moued me the for to loue And kyndled in thy hart farre aboue The loue I bare alwayes vnto the I knowe her well that it was very she That much comfortyd me or I dyed With her wise wordes on euery syde And playnely to the when that I was In my best tyme and in that honest case In youth but tendre and vnto the moost dere Whiche made many and dyuers here and there To speake both and ofte of the and me The lyfe wherein thou sawest me for to be Was but bytter I sweare nowe on my fayth To the respecte of my most pleasaunt death Whiche to men mortall is very rare So that when my lyfe awaye dyd fare Euen at that poynt I was moost mery and glad Sauynge that of the great pytie I hadde To departe this worlde trust thou me As one in exyle his owne countre to se Then sayde I to hyr euen there agayne On the fayth Madame whiche you are certayne That I ought you without for to chaunge Tell me nowe and be not to me straunge For you knowe all seynge that gloryous syght Aboue oure knowledge the eternall

decerne what they would There was one in that preace of Pargamo His science is now past it is verye so But in his tyme it was muche set by Anaxarco without dread most hardye And Denocrates more fyrme then a stone So that there coulde no euyll temptation Moue hym to any thinge that was vyle Or by vnclennes his chast body defyle There folowed hym self there Archemenides With sadde regarde he stode in that pres And the pensyfe Democryte next in ordre there Blynde of both his eyes he had no pere There was Hyppia also of great auncient age That durst affyrme that he was so wyse and sage That he knewe and vnderstode all thynge Archisilao ensued not much vnlyke such rekening That he accompted by hys scyence playne All thynge to be doubtfull and certayne I sawe Heraclito with wordes couert and close And Diogenes folowyng his sensual purpose That lytle shamed his desyre to ensue Amonge the other this straunge clerke I knewe And he that shewed a gladde mery chere When al his landes were lost and other gere There was also Dicearco the curyouse Quintilian Sceneke and Plutarke the famouse And after these excellent and connynge men I sawe a great number together then Disputinge of dyuers sundry cases Not to knowe but to fynde secret places One contrarye vnto the tother alwayes That it semed there clateryng was lyke iayes With a romblynge as the shyppes that be In a raygne tempest vpon the large see Euen as Lyons and serpentes hurle together Withoute profyte nowe hyther nowe thyther Was there disputation and after these than Wyttye Carneades that well lerned man That coulde with speach a case so fyle That were it true or false hys subtyll style It was harde his craft to knowe and discerne He lyued longe without all syknes and harme Tyll false enuy agaynst hym dyd soo aryse That he coulde not although he were wyse Resyst the fury of them that hym hatyd Nor the veneme that agaynst hym was debatyd There was also the bablyuge Epicurus That agaynst Cirus was greatlye contrariouse That affirmed oure soules neuer to dye This Epycure cleene contrary dyd denye And sayd that our soules were very mortall And perysshes as best soules do with the body all Wherby he deserued to haue reproue and blame And scant worthy for to folowe fame I sawe dyuers other folowinge thys secte Lyppo and Metrodorus and Aristippus y e electe For theyr excellent conniuge that they then hade Praysed greatly though theyr saynges were bad There was also that Phylozopher y t in very dede Spune the subtle and wonderouse crafty threde Hys wyt was so excellent and his learning so fine That he semed to haue a knowledge deuyne zemone the Father of the Stoykes secte Aboue the rest he was best electe Well declared he as he dyd there stande By the palme and closyng of his hande Howe the truth was in eche season and case For he so declared it with his wyse face The vayne argumentes from the true euen so That many after hym dyd ensue and go Here I do leue to speake more of the rest And nowe wyll tell of that thyng which is best ¶ The ende of the Tryumphe of Fame ❧ The excellent and moste dyuyne Tryumphe of Tyme FRome hys golden harboroughe restyng place The fayre Aurora going afore his face Yssewed out the sonne so clear syrmely set With radient and bryght beames burnished bet That thou woldest haue said euen with a thought Thys faire swete planet was gotten vp a loft Thus vp rysen in lyke maner and guyse As do these sage men sober sadde and wyse He loked all about and to hymselfe he sayde What doest thou nowe I se well at this brayde Yf to thyne one selfe thou take no better hede All thy great glory wylbe gone in dede Take thou then I aduyse the good and wise cure For yf that it be very certeyne and sure That worthy men by fame dyeng do not dye Thys vniuersall and fyrme course eternally Of the large heuen most sure and certayne Shalbe accompted at the last but vayne And yf fame mortall foreuer do encrease That a litle short houre shuld cause to scase I se my great excellence shall soone declyne And howe can I haue a worse ende and fyne Than to haue no more in the heuenly skye Than man in earth that dying cannot dye That thynkes my selfe equall by speciall grace Aboue all other to haue the highest place In the great wyde and large see Occeane Foure horses of myne are there and than That with great studye I nourishe and dresse In theyr rennyng course of infinitie switenesse And yet for all theyr great wonderfull hoste Cannot a mortall man that is dead and past Put in forgetting neyther his laude nor fame It muste neades greue and anger me that same Not onely I my selfe the chefe in my degree But the thyrde or seconde wold therat greued be I must than hast my selfe with a great zele Agaynst these men for the wrong that I fele In doublyng my course to there double harme For I do enuy there same that is so farme That after a thousand and a thousand yeares Theyr high renow me and theyr glory cleres Much more after theyr death then in theyr lyfe Which playne is vnto me a perpetuall stryfe That am nowe no higher nor in no better rate Than I was or the earth was in his firste state Goyng in compasse with my beames bryght By thys great to und bole which is infinite When this fayre beautifull sonne had thus sayde Dysdaynyng furth with and euen at a brayde She toke her course far more swyfter I say Then Faukon that from a high flyeth to y e praye Her wonders swiftnes I can nether tel nor write For it is not possible for me it to endyte Noo I say with my thought to expresse it in dede So that to remember it I am in feare and dreade Then I saye when that wyttely I mynded this I compted oure lyfe to be a vyle thynge as it is and none other nor no better but a terrible vanite To put oure hartes on that which sone doth fle So fast away that euen with a thought Wenyng to holde hym we holde hym noughte He whosoeuer doth loke vnto his state Let hym sone prouyde for hym selfe algate Whyles he hath his fre wyl in his propre myghte In thynges that be stable to set his delyght For when I sawe the tyme goo so fast After his guyde that maketh post hast I wyll not saye it for tell it I ne can For I sawe euen at one verye poynte than The yse and the rose one after the other Nowe colde nowe hote euen with the tother That for to tell it is a maruelous case Howe after the tone the tother hyeth a pase He that with a wyse iudgement this markes Shall se by true experience all these warkes Whiche lytle I noted in my yonge lusty age And that maketh me nowe with

blame That haue not or nowe remembred the same The faulte is in me that longe I say or this Shuld haue considered my great foly I wys And so opened myne eyes not fallen to slothe To haue perceyued and knowen the troughe In differing my lyfe vnto the last combrous age Which by course of tyme continually do asswage But slowe was neuer the deuyne grace To call me to goodnes and vertue apase In hym I put my trust that yet in me shall be High operacion from all euell to flye Thus with my selfe disputing to and froo I thought euen very thus yf that it be soo These thinges that in this wise turne about y e ski And guides gouernes it in ordre so merueloussi After so much turnyng and reuoluing to and froo What ende shall I haue I would fayne knowe soo And as that I was solitarie in this meditacione It semed to me I sawe a wonderfull facion I newe fayre worlde stable and eterne And this olde world that semeth so ferme The sonne and the stares and the heauen rounde And the great se also with the earth and ground To vanyshe clene awaye in theyr rome place A newe merier world made by godes grace What great trowe ye then admiracion had I When I sawe the sonne firmament and the skye Stand fyrme on one fote sure stable and faste That with his swyft course runnyng at the laste Changed all thinges mortall and then restrained His thre partes brought to one part vnfayned And then no distinction no difference of them at al But the herbe and grasse and flowers with all All bareyne and bare before and behynde Which variacion doth naturally behynde Much bitter sorowe to our nature frayle All at ones together then and there to fayle Then the thought passeth as the sonne the glasse And much more for nothing the powre hase It for to holde or elles for to restrayne O what grace shall that be for man to attayne To se in that place the euerlasting god And none euell at all which of the tyme woode Onely commeth and goeth here and there To be out of doubte of all dread and feare The sonne than shall haue no more his place Neyther in the hornyd bull nor in lyke case In the fyshe in which two variable sygnes Uarieth the yerbes the season and the tymes Nowe we do sowe and after we do reape Nowe creasynge nowe discresing so is our heape But happye and blessed be those spirites certenly That be found in that holy state eternally Sure and very certayne in honor to encrease Without terme or tyme neuer to sease O howe happye is he that fyndeth that way To passe this Rabidus and dul passage I say That is called in this vnstable world a lyfe And is so troublouse and so ful of stryfe Blynd and wretched I say are the mortal That hoopeth in thynges that sone doth fall Which tyme taketh away with a thought And turneth al our fancis and foly to nought Surely they are both vnwise deffe and frayle Poore of iudgment and of Counsayle Yea worse then like in dead wretched therto That doth not as our deutie is regard hym so That with his becke may trouble and appease The clementes al as it doth hym please Whome to honour we are not bound onlye But the Aungels that sit in the heauen hye Are contented of the thousand partes as one With y e sight of his godhed in his gloriouse trone And so stand stedfast with a feruent Intention Are not our myndes then worthy of reprehenciō To loke on that which in the very ende Commeth to no profite therevnto to pretende For that which we so fast gather together With much paine in mani years hether thether With great and troubles cumbrance of mynd To day and to morowe at the last we fynde As the shadowe doth passe away and glyde Euen at the poynt so shall all our pryde Then remember ye well I truly counsell this That after goddes great dreadfull iudgement is Was and shalbe shall haue no more time and place But one eternitie together in one selfe space Nor further there shalbe none obiecte at all To hurte by our sight our weake memoriall Which is the occacion and the very cause Many an vnprudent person in vanitie to pause That the lyfe present semeth but a playe Thinking they are to morowe as to day But then all otherwyse shalbe no diuision at all But litle and litle the hole vniuersall Shalbe together and wynter and somer paste And tyme quiete gone and no lenger laste Nor these yeares y t we do nowe presently name Shall haue nomore the domynion of fame But ones theyr famouse that shall neuer disseuer But in eternitie to endure famouse foreuer O happie are those soules that are in that way Of which so much I nowe speake of and say In ioy glory and rest styll to Endure That are and shalbe perpetually so sure And amonge the other that so gracious be Most blessed of all other playnly is she That cruell death kylled or she came to age There shalbe seene in that angelyke vysage The honest wordes the thought cleane and chast That nature had set in her in olde tymes past And forbecause that euery thought and thynge Is playne and manyfest to the eternall kynge When the blessed elect soules turned be Unto the moost happy state of theyr fyrst degre With the poyntinge of the fynger euen then Shalbe sayde how where and also when Lo this is he whiche that loue deteyned And longe and many a day lamēted complained And yet was most fortunate for to se the cheare Aboue al other ioyes in the world of his lady dere And she also of whome that wepyng I synge Shall of her selfe haue greate maruelyng To beholde and fele in euery wyse and degre Her selfe aboue all other in Ioy and felicitie When this shalbe God wote I cannot tell But she that is nygh of the great goddes councel This hygh preuy secrete in parte doth know And for to declare and tel that I trowe It is as I do ymagin very nygh at hande And when that commeth men shal vnderstande How euyl they theyr wanton tyme haue spent In gettyng worldly goodes landes and rent Wenyng for euer them to holde and possesse And yet for the final conclusion it is doubtles They shal se them selues in very dede Mockt and scorned to trust vnto suche mede No secrete nor hyd thing shalbe then and there But all secretes vnshote open playne and cleare All our conscience whether it be bright or darke Before al the world shall appeare our werke And then y e myghtie and gloriouse king celestiall That in his fearefull Iudgment is not percial As reason is and as it ought to be His wise Iudgment therto shall agre And when that sentence is both gone and past Eche man his viage with great dread and hast As the wylde beastes that hast them fast to flye Afore the