enough we haue now strike we other strings And whither that the stately roonies of Heauen empty be Or whither any dwellers there haue place and souraintie The present time doth me persuade in wonted verse to syng Syth Heauen is so vast and wyde and such a gorgeous thing All garnisht round with glistring Starres so bright and fayre to th'eys Shall only voyd and empty it and vnreplemsht lye And earth and seas such dwellers haue or is the seas or ground A place more pleasaunt fayre and good or more in compasse found Than all the Skie by which they more than Skies deserue to holde Such store of creatures fayre shapes and fashions sundry folde Is it a parte of prudent Prince to builde a pallace wyde With golde and Marble beautified throughout on eury syde And not saue stable to permit there any man to lie And furnish out such goodly roomes and sumpteous buildings hie For Earth is stable to all the worlde wherein all filth doth bide Dust dyrt dung bones and carton and lothsome thingê beside Who can at any time rehearse the heapes of things vncleane That on the seas and earth appeare and euer shall be seene Who knoweth not the showrs y e mists the cloudes and flakes of snowe The force of windes rage of stormes that on the seas do blowe That shakes the earth moues y e ayre Yet playnly may we see The Seas and Earth with sundry sortê of creatures full to bee Shall then y e heauens cleare be thought as voyd and empty made O rather voyd and empty mindes that thus your selues persuade For creatures doth the Skies containe and eury Starre beside Be heauenly townes seates of sainctê where Kings and Commons bide But perfect Kings and people eke all things are perfect there Not shapes shaddowes vain of things as we haue present here Which death sone takes time destroyes defiles and driues away There wise and happy folkes and suche as neuer do decay Do liue here misers dwell and men that certayne are to dye And doltish fooles There peace light and pleasure chiefe doth lye Here dayly warres and darknesse blind and eury kinde of payne Go now and prayse this world take delight in life so vayne Presume thou foole than Heauens faire the earth to set more by But some may doubt if that more stroÌ„g than Diamond be the Skye And empty place is none therein how Gods there dwelling be And mouing there this semeth sure with reason not t' agree Besydes since that the Heauens bright can not with plowe be torne Nor digd with spade how there shal vines and nedefull graine be borne These are but toyes laughing stockê for though the Skies be harde Yet passage haue the dwellers there nothing their course hath barde For vnto these celestiall states the Maiesty deuine Appoynted slendrest bodies hath of substance light and fine So that no neede of dores they haue nor yet of windowes wide For through the thickest walles they run and through the Marbels slide So pure and fine their nature is and of so strong a might Who if so be they neuer had bene subiect to his sight Would thincke that fish in flouds shuld bee and frogs in slime to breede And Salamander liue by fire of ayre Chamelions feede And Greshops nourished with deawe yet true this same we see And we confesse them wonderfull for many things there be Which though we think can not be doÌ„e yet can and oft are done Why could not God then creatures make that through y e earth shuld run And of no meate nor drinke haue neede if he so could he did Fond were it such a space to builde and leaue vnfurnished But Heaueners haue no neede w t plow and spade for foode to striue Since that their bodies are not such as foode doth keepe aliue Nor Gods do euer suffer thyrst nor Sainctê an hungred be In fine they neuer greeued are with lack or pouertie Bicause beyond the Moone there dwellê no kinde of dolefull case For eury kind of mischefe God vpon the earth did place And in the miost did them enclose forbydding them the Skie O happy such as leade their liues thus in those places hie That Nectar drinke styll fed with foode of sweete Ambrosia greene Whereof in those Celestaill meades abundance great is seene More happy and better is the life of such as dwell aboue The hier they in Heauen haue their place to rest and moue For places such as in the Skies are hier in degree More blessed are and better farre than those that lower bee What are the blackish spotê that in the Moone we may beholde For of these same men diuersly their fansies oft haue tolde Nought of it selfe doth shine in Skies saue onely Phaebus cleare Of him the Moone receauê hir light and Starres that glister there Who for bicauâ—e she is the last of all the Starres on hie And lowest parte of Heauen keepes vnto the earth most nie Shee needes must darkest be of all whereby sith eury side Shee hath not white nor thick nor pure nor mee e where light may bide For whitest partê and thick and light sunbeames at night receaue The other partê that are not apt the same doth lightlesse leaue Thus in the night the Moone doth shine but when the day giues light Much lyke in shewe to spotted cloude in Skie shee waxeth white So Gloewormes in the night do shine but when the day returnê By light they lose their light agayne that in the euening burnê And then their propre colour shewe all fraude and guile away â—he night is meetest for deceytê true things appeare by day Now if the world eternall be or if in time begonne It doth abyde a finall ende when many yeares are done Is worthy to be vnderstoode For of this question hie Haue diuers wisemen written bookes he sayth he doth deny And authours fansies differing the thing doth doubtfull try And that the troth in secrete plighte all dark doth hydden lye Some thinke that it beginning had and that the world did spring Of matter that for euer lastê and force of mightiest king When as before it had no state and say that these same twayne Continued alwayes haue and shal for euermore remayne Matter and the almighty Lorde from whence all things doe floe Some think the world of nothing made and those deny also That any matter was before but by the word and wyll Of God all made But others say so moude by reasons skyll That neuer it beginning had nor neuer shall haue ende Of these whose sentence truest is sure I shuld condiscend But that Religion me forbyds and Christians that defend The doctrine olde of Moyses bookes to credit none beside But that the world hath alwayes bene and alwayes shal abide For why might not this world haue ben for euer here to fore Bicause he could not do it tyll time had taught him knowledge more And then at length he
good parte this so simple and slender a gyfte whiche althoughe it hath escaped at the firste impression with a number of faultes I truste hereafter shall perfectelye be purged God long preserue your honour in prosperous estate Your Honours humble and faythfull seruaunt Barnabae Googe ¶ To the vertuous and frendely Reader WHat pleasure and profite the dilligent reading of vertuous Poets doth minister to the Godly and Christian minde so euidently and playnely hath alwayes appeared that I neede not to bestowe any time about the declaring hereof Neither was the statety style of Heroicall verse only had in price and estimation with the learned Greekes and â—lâ—quent Romains wyth whome Poets were alwayes estemed and carefully prouided for but also it seemeth there was no little accoumpte made of the pleasant agreement of â—uâ—â—ly measured wordes among those sacred Prophetes that direâ—ted the whole course and trade of their life to the prayâ—ng and pleasing of the almighty Lorde For as S. Hierome testiâ—eth the deuine and notable Prophecies of Esay the Lamentation of Jeremie the Songs Ballades of Salomen the Psalter of Dauid and the boke of Hiob were written by y e first auctours in perfect and pleasaunt Hexameter verses So that the deuine and canonicall volumes were garnished and set forth with the sweete according tunes heauenly soundes of pleasaunt metre Yet wyll not the gracelesse company of our pernicious Hipocrites allow that the Psalmes of Dauid a moste comfortable booke should be translated into Englishe metre And why Marry saye they bycause they were only receiued to be chauÌ„ted in the Church and not to be song in euery Coblers shop O monstrous malicious infidels doe you so much disclose your cancred stomacks towardes the deuine Maiestie that you ab horre to heare his glory and prayse sounding in y e mouth of a poore Christian artificer May none of your sacred secretes passe any farther than your solemne sinagogs What say you to Chrisostome who exhorted his audience in this sorte Dicat vir aliqua eorum quae nunc hic sunt Homy 2. in 1. Cap. Gen. dicta audiat auteÌ„ Mulier discant Pueri discant Familiares fiatque Domus Ecclesia vt â—ffugetur Diabolus in fugam vertatur malus ille Daemon inimicus salutis nostrae Let the goodman saith he tell to his familie some of these matters whereof I haue here entreated Let the wife giue care let the children learne let the residewe be instructed and let the house be made a Church that the Diuell may be put to flight that the wicked spirite and enimie of our saluation may be chased away If you had lyued in these dayes Mayster Doctor for your so saying you should haue bene counted an Heritike as a good Scholler alledging of late dayes to Sir John lacklattin of the countrey the auctority of sainâ—t Paule wilt thou haue it sayth the Parson S. Paule was an Heretike and so art thou I assure you y t Diuell hath a fayth and so haue you To retourne to thee louing and frendly reader Seing that wyth these auncient fathers and holy Prophetes this kinde of wryting in verse was so highly esteemed that the Godly instructions of the Scripture and the comfortable prophecies of our mercifull redeemer were in this sorte of wryting vttered yea since there was suche a grace giuen vnto it that the Holy Ghoste did therein prophecy of Christe by the mouthes of sinfull Pagans as it appeareth by the prophecy of Uirgill Vltima Cumaei iam venit carminis aetas Magnus ab integro seclorum nascitur ordo Iam redit Virgo redeunt Saturnia regnae Eglog 4. Iam noua progenies caelo demittitur alto Since this I saye appeareth be not so straight of iudgement as I know a number to be that can not abyde to reade anyething written in Englishe verse which nowe is so plenteously enriched wyth a numbre of eloquent writers that in my fansy it is lyttle inferiour to the pleasaunt verses of the auncient Romaines For since the time of our excellente countreyman sir Geffray Chaucer who liueth in like estimation with vs as did olde Ennius wyth the Latines There hath flourished in England so fine and filed phrases and so good pleasant Poets as may counterâ—ayle the doings of Virgill Ouid Horace Iuuenall Martiall Lucan Perseus Tibullus Catullus Seneca and Propertius Amongst whome as most inferiour to them all I haue for thy coÌ„moditie brought into English verse this vertuous Poet Palingenâ— And though I haue not so eloqueÌ„tly Englished it as a nuÌ„ber that may better thaÌ„ I would haue done as the worthynesse of the autour seemes to require yet haue I faythfully truly translated it giuing in some places verse for verse word for worde in other places where I haue not precisely obserued so strickâ—e an order yet haue I no whit swarued from the perfect minde of the auâ—oure to the entente that with these sundry kinds of translations I might please euery head And if it so happen to fall out that I satisfy not thine expectation yet accept good Reader my good wyll therein which onely meaneth to please and profite thee For which I accoumpt my trauayles recoÌ„penced if so be they shall be thankfully receyued of thee And for the other sorte I saye vnto them wyth Martiall Qui ducis vultus non legis ista libenter Omnibus inuidias liuide neâ—o tiâ—i Fare thou vvell most heartyly in Christ Faultes escaped in the Auctors absence Letter Leafe Syde Lyne Faultes Corrected U 7 2 5 when God When that U 7 2 16 and left at last U 7 2 20 nygher Myser CC 3 2 24 their they CC 4 2 17 not no CC 6 2 24  leue out but with stroke of Tortoys lost his life CC 8 2 15 with mighty fall c.  CC 8 2 25 Poets Prophets FF 7 2 14 doubtfull doleful GG 2 2 11 beastes hoastes HH 5 1 12 Belbowes bellowes his right KK 5 1 18 hys horne horne ⧠The fyrst Booke of Pallingen entituled Aries MY minde with fury fierce in flamd of late I know not how Doth burne Parnasus hylles to see adournd wyth Laurell bow The Camps so cleare of Castaly where Muses sweete do sing The towne Cyrrha doth me delight and trees that euer spring What darknesse oh shall I now flie to me appeareth playne The blissefull beames of Eous bright the day returnes agayne O darknesse fade thy way from hence hyde thou thy selfe in hell The loue of Muse and hie Iehoue doth both within me dwell And vertue doth not labour feare the way though hard it be O Phebus father Poets helpe disclose the doubtes to me With Aganippes holsome fode replenish thou my dayes Thy temple eke to come vnto do thou direct my wayes Defend me from the common sorte that seeke me to disprayse Not worse vnlikde now shall I be if that thou wylt me blesse That I thy priest vnknowne and new my selfe to labour
let him go tosse the boke Of Stagerite or if he liste in Platoes workes go loke Which two are lightes to all the world whatsoeuer then it be Such like to vs that giues that terme may profitable we As to the body medcine is and eke the phisick leach And to the minde the boke likewyse is mayster that doth teach But those that profiteth the soule more profitable be And better eke bycause it is of greater dignity As is the mayster than the man the shipman than the ship Than is the cart is he that holdes the clashing carters whip But by delay or out of hand doth profit vs eche thing As to the hungred man the golde and he that golde doth bring The coke and eke the fode it selfe the like I do declare Of pleasing goods in diuers partes deuided is their share Of which the body some do please and some the soule delight But yet the pleasures of the soule he alwayes more of might And common eke to Gods and vs whereas the bodies ioy As graunted vnto brutish beastes to them a proper roy Not lawfull vnto them it is wyth ioyes of soule to mell Nor haue they all the senses fiue and only knowe they well What tast and sense of featling meanes they musick nought esteme No swete perfumes wyth princely smel to them doth pleasant seme Regard they ought the paynted lines of fine Appelles hand Or muse they on the brasen plate of comly Corinthes land Or wonder they the sight to see of shooting Circus game If ought they smel if tune or syght them please it is the same That â—aste or feeling makes as when the Lion fierce doth spye In fieldes by chaunce a cowe he leapes and liftes his maine on hye And twines and twirls his twisting tast desrous of his pray Or when the fomey horse beholdes the gadding mare astray Wyth hauty head vpheld he runnes and here and there he kickes And leapeth hedge and ditch abrode while lusty guts him prickes And causeth all the skies aboue wyth hineying noyse to shrike When meat therfore and gendring act the beastes do chiefest like And syth to them it proper is it is therfore most vile And fit for villaynes to possesse fyne wyt it doth erile To often vsde it body hurtes who therfore this obayes Is made a foole and for to serue is apter eke alwayes Than ouer others for to rule but vse them moderately And if thou minded art to know the goods of honesty Remember what before I sayd for of the minde they bee The maners milde and learning eke as I declard to thee But giue good eare what I shal say those goods that do delight While as they last do pleasant seme and after of no might Example for beholde the ioyes of song and Uenus play But that that brings the body good that profits men do say The goods therof be pleasant eke as health obtaynde doth please So profits it agayne we see that healeth eche disease And that that causeth goods of minde we well may profit name But these as sone as they be got then pleasant are the same And honest out of hand they be for all that vertue brings Doth profit much and delt her selfe aboue all other things She pleaseth most and honest is her iust rewarde and hire Is honour only due to her therfore who doth desire Much loue while he here liues to haue let eyther him deuise To please or profyt them he loues or else in any wyse Let him haue vertues good in store the which the dogged sort Shal force and eke constrayne to gyue a prayse and good report Whome though they hate yet shall they feare and fyrst of all he must Of those whome he doth seke to please marke all the manners iust For all mens wylles do not agree nor all their studies one Such seedes vnlike dame nature sowes engendring vs vpon The one doth hate that thother loues that one doth most disprayse The other lifts aboue the Skies wherof appeares alwayes That eche loue al things not a like nor al men do desyre One good that profits like to haue nor honest like requyre Wherfore we fyrst of all must learne what pleaseth best his brayne To whome we seke lest else perchaunce we laboure all in vayne In doing things of them vnliked this is not hard to knowe The talke assuredly declares the deedes from them that flowe And hidden heart al men talke most of that they most do loue And most attentiue are therto ful many things that proue His loue at home may eft be spied the plowman holdes at home The plow the goade the yoke the rake the spade to temper lome The Knight his fearful armour hath that hangs at home full bie So he whose house wyth bokes abounds a student rightfully May demed be and this I say of euery other man The hand and tong declares the heart such things as pleaseth than Who seketh frendes let him perfourme for fawning loue doth get But most men yet do gape for gayne and all mens hearts are set On gold and giftes and many frendes by gyftes obtayned be But sure such loue endureth not for when that gayne doth flee Then fayleth frendship chiefly then when hope to haue is gone But some there be though few of them that styll remayne as one And mindfull eke of frendship shewed do neuer ceasse to loue But graunt the vnthankfuls frendshyp fayle it doth not yet behoue The good and frendly man to leaue who may as rare be found As Phenix bird in all the world that breedes in Arabs ground To profyt many men and ayde wyth all his power the same This way to heauen only leades by this obtaynd the game Great Hercules and many more whose worthy fames remayne As yet wyth vs whome neuer age can cause to die agayne The gentle and the liberall man is lyke to God aboue Great sortes of men agayne there be delighting things that loue Wherby such men they most esteme that pleasant things do bring And chiefly children youth and such as are of greate liuing Do couet ioyes and pleasures seke but such loue is not true For when that pleasure once is gone then frendships eke adewe Yet sometymes sure it profyts much and many get therby Riches and many fauour get therfore let him apply His mind to please who frendship sekes so he go not astray From bondes of right and honesty but eche man profyt may And pleasure eke two sundry wayes by wordes and dede besyde But safer eke and easier it is such frendship to prouide By wordes than dedes but now t is best for to declare the way By which it may be brought to passe which thing perfourme you may If holsome counsell thou dost giue and warning hurt declare And teach how profyt may be got of euill to beware In praying Gods to send them helth and send them well to fare In askyng gratefull thynges for them in whome consistes thy care
I go And leaue this fylthy world I wyll where thousand mischieues flowe Where fayth is none where godlinesse where iustice none doth dwell Where peace and quietnesse is fled where vices beare the bell Where brother sekes the brothers blud where sonne the father hates Where discorde euermore doth raigne and guile in maried mates No man there is at least but rare who if he can not steales Who robbeth not who doth not fayne and who not falsiy deales That well this world may now be calde of theeues a gaping den Loe Kings and Bishops proude besyde by name of Godly men The commons poore do powle and pyl and Citizens do shere And simple innocents destroy what should I recken here The horedomes great committed now all flowes with vice we see The naughty act do yong men vse and close misused be Who plants not hornes in neighbours heads the balde religious frye Who should be chast abrode with hores or close wyth boyes do lye To widdowes graue or tender maydes the holy priestes do crepe And some within their kinsfolkes bed haue great delight to slepe Some slaues w t bests themselues defile the fieldes and groue of tree And euery towne is now a stewes And harmes that instant be And daungers great that haps to men and labours great and sore And al the supersticious sorte of false religious lore What nede we subiectes now to be syth O the shameful state Unwytty and grosseheaded fooles and they that learning hate To whome the dice and Dogs to kepe with byrdes of rauening kinde And horses ryde with other toyes is all their chiledish minde Do Scepters holde and peoples guide and gouerne Cities strong Here of such errors vp do spring with folishnesse among Hereof so many vices breede if this thou callest to minde Thou shalt not feare this foolish worlde and nought to leaue behinde Yea thou wilt count it wel that once Calanus and his feares Did bring to passe who slewe theÌ„selues to scape these wretched yeares And staying death with hand did haste nor longer would preserue The dying Corps nor wretched flesh with labour long to serue And if religion sayd not nay and lawes of Plato hie And GOD himselfe I would persuade thee forthwith for to die And wicked chaunce and wretched earth to leaue as vayne and nought Not wine as wine desyred is but wine and good is sought So life as life is nothing worth if goodnesse lack we see If it be naught as wine corrupt let it despised be For life it selfe we nede not wysh nor fled it ought to be The worme the flye and euery stone and barke of euery tree And euery vile and little thing doth life in it possesse No kinde of thing desyred is where wanteth pleasauntnesse If it be not both life and good I see no cause whereby It should be wisht or may be loued Therefore who feares to dye Is but a foole since he desires such hurt and harme to byde Both of the body and the minde with labours long besyde Before he would al kinde of grieues with flesh from him expel And euer in tranquillity and perfect rest to dwell Or leauing members here behinde to liue for euermore Where he shal want no kinde of thing nor sorrow feele nor sore And with the saincts togither there about the world to flye More swift than al the windes that be beholding things on hye Except the dregs of vice him stay and force him styll to dwell Beneath in Corners deepe of earth amyd the raygne of Hell When thus this Lady fayre had sayd she rose and stode by me And on my head refusing I she put the Laurell tree And thence departing forth she flewe where shining starres we see ¶ Explicit media Pars. Libra The seauenth Booke MY muse a lofâ— raise vp thy self and vse a better flite MouÌ„t vp a hie think it scorn of base affayres to write More great renoune and glory more in hautye matters lyes Uiew thou y e Gods and take thy course thorowout the starrye Skyes Where spring time lastes for euermore where peace doth neuer quayle Where Sunne doth shine continuallye where Light doth neuer fayle Clowde causer Southwinde none there is nor boystrous Boreas blowes But mylder breaths y e Western windes where sweete Ambrozia growes Take thou thys way and yet somtimes downe falling fast from hye Now vp now downe wyth sundry sort of Gates aloft go flye And as some hawty place he seekes that couets farre to see The cause is fyrst before the effect the workman worke aboue The perfect thing bicause it doth eche parte in it containe And nothing lacks is stronger farre of greater force againe Therfore it makes coÌ„maunds moues and so by chalenge due The cause and Auctor eke of all it may be tearmed true But otherwyse thunperfect thing that maymde can not consist Is ouercome and moue it must euen as the perfyte list It doth obey and not commaunde and therfore must be named The effect and eke the framed worke and not the thing that framed So farre behinde it euer ought the perfect thing to goe For if vnperfite were the spring from whence all thing doe â—â—oe It were but vile and nothing wrought therof should perfect be As alwayes of thunperfect Arte vnperfect worke we se Wherfore beginnings more than one no reason forth can finde Bicause there is not to be knowne but one of perfect kinde From which the neuer fayling course and order of all things Doth come as from the Union fyrst eche other number springs Besydes it pure and syngle is that mixtures all hath made For nothing can compounded be but symples fyrst is had For fyrst it nedefull is alone the symples to be tryde And then in mixture all in one compounded to abyde Therfore no principall there is but one as I haue taught Which symple in degree we iudge and purest must be thought Whom if we think not for to liue in â—rror great wee fall If he liue not how liues the reasâ— synce by him lyue we all Doubtlesse he liâ—es and wisedome hath or else in order dewe How could he frame such goodly sightes except he all things knew Nor doubt we must but needes coÌ„fesse with mouth and eke with heart Him to be good Can he be ill of whom eche good is part Can bitter â—reames at any time from sweetest fountaine runne Or can the riuers pleasant be of bytter spring begunne For eyther nothing must be good or good must he be thought That is the spring of all the rest by whom the worlde was wrought Hym men doe call by diuers names but we that Latine wright Doe call him God and more we saye that Jupiter he hight Who fynce he is the first that was and maker of eche one Liues of himself both good and wyse receiuing state of none But all by him their states enioy who may lose that they haue Whensoeuer he lyst for to restraine the thing that fyrst
Thys wolfe w c bloudy mouth doth ragâ— eche folde to come vnto And runneth headlong into vice hys misch efe to contriue And euery where he followeth harde as vyle desyre doth driue Nothing may worse be suffered than fooles in welthy state Than riche men to be couetous than ill men fortunate Thus ryther lyke to beastes he doth with fleshely pleasures go Unto himselfe an ennimye and to hys purse a foe Or else an other Tantalus hys goods to much doth spare And heapes vp all ne knowes for whom these heapes he doth prepare And as the swine to his owne bsâ— himselfe he doth not feede But many mo who fruites of toyle doe snatche away with speede Wherby appeares no goods to be the riches of the yl But if he stoute and sturdy be and stomacke haue at wyll What doth he theÌ„ he stratght wil braul and with hys mighty yowre Now one now others shall he harme and mischiefe euery howre Most commonly a wartare goes or else becomes a chiefe That Tygarlyke by others bloud he may receiue reliefe Both warres weapons fierce he loues for mischiefe not for prayse whereby he to his countrey gettes both losse and shame alwayes Stout personage void of vertuous mind puts many men to paine Lastes lyttle time and seldome doth to aged yeares attaine But what nedes many wordes hereiâ— syth these exampies may Suffise the trouth therof to shewe and clerely to display Now meete it is wyth good aduise to searche if ought can be That harmes the iust and holy men as many iudge we se Sure harde it is yet boldely will I thereto trudge apace Presuming of Apolloes helpe and of my Muses grace Fyrst euery good man nedes must be of soule and minde both sounde Though sycknesse in hys body rage or ache in limmes be founde Least will and iudgement tyght in him doe lacke or not agre For voide of iudgement right wyll no vertuous man may be These two are the foundations wheron doth vertue syt Such men whatsoeuer they possesse doe iustly order it And therfore is their learning good their substance and their strength And finally whatsoeuer they possesse and haue at length For in the greacest sort of things the vse of them we se Is it that chiâ—fly causeth them both good and ill to be And if so be thimmortall Gods of men haue any care They chiefely ought such to defende as sust and vertuous are Which if they should not doe they semde all voide of reason cleare Unworthy cke of odour sweete of Church or seruice here Wherfore I doe not se what thing can harme the vertuous man Ne yet what ill in body or in minde he suffer can Syth God him kepes and norisheth and with his mighty arme Doth for him fight and sets him safe from euery kinde of harme For who helpes not or who doth not defende his frende at neede whensoeuer he can if that he doe beare him good wyl in deede But yet sometimes the good man semes to liue in misery To suffer nede and sicknesses and great aduersity When as in deede he is not good but playes the Hipocrite Wherof a number shalt thou finde that vnder simple plight Do secret hide their poysoned heartes and woluish natures playne And foolish men do oft beguile while they do vertue fayne And therfore god who knowes y e hearts and secrets of the minde Preserues him not nor loueth him But we wyth iudgement blinde And doltish head deceyued wyth sygne and shaddow of the right Think then the iust man suffers hurte and liues in woful plight Alas how often false and fond are founde the iudgements blynde Of men and eke how ignorant of truth is mortal minde Al please themselues and euery man in his conceyt seemes wise By this we cause the Goddes to laugh hence errors most do rise But here admit the iust man feeles both griefe and sicknesses And leades his life in pouerty and aye in great distresse Exiled from his countrey farre or pent in pryson vile Or vext wyth other casualties doth he take harme this while No for in suffring of such things more clerely shine he shall Al to the best to Godly men as God commaundes doth fall And as Physitians vse to giue the byttrest medcines oft Unto the sicke to bring them health and rayse them vp aloft So oftentymes God tries the iust to stirre them vp thereby That so he may them more compel their vertue to apply As pleasure makes men foles naught so payne doth cal to minde And chaseth vice a bytte to synne a spurre to vertnes kinde Seest thou not golde in fyry flame more precious to be made And ground more ferule for to be by edge of churlish spade And standing waters to corrupt On yron cast thine eye Is fayrer made by occupyings and rusts if it do lye Thus diuers things there are that vext receyue a clearer state As chiefly vertue that when as hir blackest mischiefes mate Appeares most bright as in the darke the fyre more fayrer shewes wherfore no kinde of griefe at al the good man euer knowes Or if he suffers ought his pa â–ª cience gets him greater gayne And medcine though it bitter be doth cause relcase of payne And least some man should think that I do tryfies fayne in minde The thing that holesome others feele is poyson to some kinde So vnto some wines hurtful are and flesh a harmfull meate So wormwood vnto many health doth gyue and pleasure greate So heate doth Snow and wax and I se consume and melt away which heat doth harder make agayne the earth or potters clay So many such in sundry states do worke in diuers kinde How eft the same wordes some delight that vex anothers minde Al things to al sortes are not lyke the wines that best we deeme If they in musty calke be kept both tart and naught do seeme Unto the sound are al things sound but such as sycknesse haue Them holesome meates doe sometyme harme and almost bring to graue So to my matter to returne the ylles of body than Or stings of fortune hurtful be vnto the euyl man But good and also necessary for such as vertuous be By which although they hurtful seeme they gayne more hye degree These words for this tyme shal suffise for now this booke to ende My Muse commaundes Chiron doth vpon my Pen attende Who coueteth of state of man to write and fashtons rife And open to disclose abrode the vestry here of lyfe Now therfore nedeful is for me my Muses tunes to ceasse And silent in the sacred woods to rest my selfe in peace And on the roofe of learnings lodge on hye to hange my harpe Tyll that these tymes be ouerpast and doubtful seasons sharpe Tymes much to be bewaylde wherein the discorde that doth broyle Among the states all Italy wyth warres doth seke to spoyle Whereby doth Rome lament hir cafe hir housholdes layd on ground Ticinum Narnia Melphis eke this fall
waters cleere Is sone destroyed and with a puffe of winde doth not appere For in a moment al the ioyes of man are fetcht away Then only doth the talk remaine wherein they thus do say Loe here he was loe this did he he fought and triumph wan He loued he raigned he conquerd realmes subdued many a man A goodly sorâ—e of bookes he wrote but now where shall we finde These things no where Himself where now both out of sight and minde What is he now Nothing Or whether did he himself conuay Loe fled from hence with windes he is and vanisht quite away Alas alas but trifles fond and fansies meere they be Whatsoeuer goodly thing on earth or wonderful we see What tell you me of Was or Did one Is more worth coumpt I Than Was a thousand times But fast this Is away doth flye And al our pompe with him he beares These things who wel doth way And vseth to consider oft shall quickly cast away This worldly loue and hating earth shal seeke the Skies to finde Especially if therewithal he vse to beare in minde How fylthy and how miserable mans body doth appere Of fading flesh and brittle bones with skinne encompast here Al flowing ful with dregges vncleane and bloud corrupt and vile Still durty soule and filthy lookes except it euery while Be washt and kept with daily care and so made fayre and white O dolefull hospitall of minde and vessell of the sprite By which such sycknesse great we feele by which such neede we haue O heauie garment pryson strong O quick and liuely graue That chokest here both minde sense and them in darkenesse hyde Wherby so great an ignorance in brest of man doth byde O earth to earth returning soone that in a smallest while In tombe shalt freshly feede y e wormes with foode of carcasse vile In what a wretched case liues he that ledde away with loue Of thee doth leaue the perfect lyfe and gift of God aboue While more than meate esteming thee thy pleasures here preparde He onely seekes and good and ryght 〈◊〉 smally doth regarde And thinkes there is no other lyfe than this that here we holde A foolishe Asse forgetfull of himselfe and countrey olde From whence into thys darksome dale and dolefull place he went That so a wretche he should become in wretched carcasse pent For euery soule that is enclosde with fleshe and members here Hath wretched lyfe tyll losed froÌ„ thence it flye to heauens clere Except the heauy waight of synne doe barre him of hys way And cause it in the lowest ayre or on the earth to stay For purest heauen neuer can a thing vncleane abyde Nor wicked men nor doltishe fooles may come where God doth guide These wordes while as the holy man in teaching mee had spent The Sunne almost had ended daye with Waine that weary went And night was nere at hande that thoe began abrode to cast Hir dreadfull darksome shade vpon the worlde approching fast I thence depart and towards Rome my way in hast I take And whyle with speede I passe the pathe that iorney new doth make Lo Cynthia shining compasse full did call the lightlesse night With syluer beames that dewe she cast to appere both fayre and bright Thus went I all alone and wyth my selfe in minde I wayde The Godly wordes that late to me the auncient Father sayde But lo thre men in company therwith I might beholde whom meeting thus by chauÌ„ce I askde which way they trauaile would To Rome they sayde and one of them lookde full vyon mee thoe And naming mee from wheÌ„ce quoth he what countrey comste thou froe I aunswerde him from that wyse man which in the part most hye Of fayre Apolloes stately hyll in lofty place doth lye Wherewith he smylde sayde O foole synkes it into thy minde That possyble on earth it is a wyse man here to finde He semeth wyse that is least foole the other sort among Although a dolt for wysedome doth to Gods alone belong Of number which we here are three for I am calde by name Sarracilus and Sathiell he Iaxa is thys same which though we walk in humain shape thus seeming men in face Yet Gods we be and nere the Moone we haue our dwelling place Whereas a number great of Gods of meanest sort doe lye That haue the guiding of the earth and Seas that ryse so hye This when I heard amasde I was and sore to dread began Yet seming bolde and voide of feare full lyke a pretye man â–ª I askde wherfore they went to Rome then aunswerde me the same A fellowe there of oures we haue that Ammon hath to name whom bounde to serue by Magike Arte a yong man there kepes straight Of Narni soyle that doth in court of Vrsin prelate wayght O what great power is graunted man the sprites he guides by line By this you well may vnderstande your soules to be diuine And voide of death For if no part of you should after raine If that your soule should dye as bodye here by death is slaine What power shoulde haue such foolishe beastes and trifling pyctures vaine Upon the sprites aboue And if no sacred thing remaine In you how should such Ghostes as we the force of man so waye Or vnto man of fading state in such a sort obaye Yea I my selfe was once Constrainde to serue a German wight Enclosde within a compast stone of Christall clere and height â–ª But at the length a bearded syre vnlosde me of these bandes And prison broken thence I fledde in hast from out his handes To Rome therefore we go with minde if that we may t'vntye From seruice straight a mate of oures that there doth captiue lye And so that downe to Hell we may conuaye this present night A sort of Romishe prelates proude that liue in great delight These words whyle as he spake a winde forthwith dyd pittling blowe Quoth Sathiell then O frendes froÌ„ Rome Remisses comes I knowe This winde that comes before declares nor herein did he lye For therwithall a fayre yong man Remisses stoode them bye They at hys comming all reioist and byd hym welcome there And aske what great affayres in Rome what newes doe there appere There all quoth he are bent to lust and Glotony doe minde With theft and guile all ours they be both man and womankinde But Clement there the Pope prepares an armye great in hast And seekes to haue the present state of Luther cleane defacde And Spanishe ensynes therfore kepes nor wyll he nowe dispute And him wyth scriptures ouerthrowe but with the sworde confute Away with counsaile now and hence with Luthers workes againe For Byshops now are battailes meete all other wayes are vaine Ne care they what the Apostles taught ne for the wordes of Christ But boast themselues as Lordes of all that may doe what they list They that haue power do feare no law law is with force opprest But we my mates doe
continually Where nature mischiefes doth permit there plants she pleasure by And wise she mixeth sowre with sweete and where diseases raynes There hath she poynted remedies that can release the paynes Therefore wheresoeuer to much heate anoyes the inhabitant No mountaynes colde nor cooling blastê no shaddowing trees do want Nor pleasant streams w t store of springê whose coldenesse may defeate The harmes that happen vnto man by force of raging heate Besides the night hath equall length there all times with the day Which with an euen cooling force doth heate of Sunne alay wherby we iudge the myddle Zone not voyd nor empty â—â—es But peopled well by nature safe and meanes that they deuise So th'vtter Zones where as they say no kinde of people dwell with snowes and yse all couerde styll men may inhabite well As reason good doth vs persuade for there great store of wood Doth alwayes grow garments there are made both great and good wyth furres of sundry sortes of beastes and stoues are many there where w t men well may warm theÌ„selues and winter nothing feare And bytter colde by many meanes they well may driue away Nor foode conuenient do they want but Cates at home they may Or brought froÌ„ other countreyes haue and daynty kinde of fare wherefore it is not true that some brought vp in Greece declare That nature onely hath assignde one Zone of smallest sise For man to dwell and all the rest that voyd and desert lies Alone to serue for beast and fish this world vnworthy seeme That nature graunting greater place to beasts them best esteeme Wherfore if he may be beleeued that troth doth playnly tell No place there is vpon the earth but men may safely dwell Dame natures ayde in nothing doth sustayne or feele decay And witte of man the hardest things doth breake and beare away Now last bicause vnto the ende with haste apace we hie And time doth wyll vs to attempt the fishes of the Skie Therefore I briefly will declare the cause why earth doth quake What force doth driue it for to moue what might doth make it shake And thus we may be bolde to thinke that in the earth belowe Are many caues and mighty vawtes where boystrous winds do blowe Which whilst with force they rage and striue vpon the earth they beate And in this rage do ouerturne the walles and Cities greate Tyll breaking out at some one place wyth force abrode they flye And blowe about in puffing ayre not long in rest they lye These windes are bred within the earth of damps which firy heate Doth draw from moysture neere about for many fiers great The earth within doth nourish styll a wondrous thing I tell But yet no fayned thing I shewe he can beare witnesse well Who so hath Aetna euer seene or bathes of waters hote Or who so knowes the wonders of Veseuus viney plotte These winds the wicked sprits do moue that in the lowest Hell Possesse their place and in the depth of dongeons darke do dwell For trifies surely are they not nor words of vanitie That of the Stygian lakes and of Auernus spoken be No place doth voyd or emptyly but dwelt in euery wheare Both vnder earth and on the earth in ayre and firy spheare In Skies and eke aboue the Skies where Heauen shineth bright where as the glistring pallayce standes of Prince of greatest might That owner is of all the world My Muse adieu farewell And finally prepare thy selfe thy ending tale to tell Pisces the tvvelueth Booke MOst glorious GOD almighty King thou Parent chiefe of name Whose wisdom gret this woÌ„drous world of nothing first did frame And gouerns it and euermore preserueê it day by day The spring and end of all that be to whome all things obay Than whome more great more good or fayre is nothing nor more hie That blessed liuest for euermore aboue the starry Skye My minde desiring now to thee to clime doth nothing neede Apollo Muse Parnasus hill or springs that wont to feede The pratling Poets fansies vayne when as they list to write Disguised tales that frantike heads of countrey Clownes delite For other ayde and other grace it needefull is to haue And streames of other fountayns swete I thyrsty now do craue I thee beseech and humbly pray on thee alone I call That this my worke of late begoonne and labour last of all Thou fauour wilt and grauÌ„t me grace to touch the appoynted ende O Lorde thy holy sprite vouchsafe into my heart to sende wherewith inspirde I may beholde the secrets of thy rayne And others teache and with my verse immortall honour gayne A sorte there are that do suppose the ends of euery thing Aboue the heauens to consist and farther not to spring So that beyond them nothing is and that aboue the Skies Hath nature neuer powre to clime but there amazed lies Which vnto me appeareth false as reason doth me teach For if the ende of all be there where Skies no farther reach Why hath not God created more bicause he had not skill How more to make his cunning stayed and broken of his will Or was it bicause he had not powre but troth both these denies For powre of God hath neuer ende nor bounds his knowledge ties No kinde of thing may God conclude nor limits him assigne Nor propre force doth once restrayne the Maiestie deuine Great things I tell and reason greate shall also this defende If any thing the powre of God may ende or comprehende Then is y t thing more strong than God For what thing can be found That if it haue not greater force another thing can bound But nothing passeth God in powre nor stronger is than he Therefore he neyther can nor wyll with limits compast be For who wold haue his force restraynd when that he may be free And walke abrode where as he list with powre at libertie No man there is that doth desire himselfe for to abase But rather all men arrogate to them a higher place And alwayes seeke for to enhaunce the state that here they leade And though their wings be large wide yet farther them to spreade will GOD then while he may be greatest of powre omnipotent His propre force himselfe restrayne and liue in limits pent This surely doth not well agrée nor ought to be beleeued That God hath bounds if that of none he euer them receiued Nor hath assigned to himselfe as we before did proue These things foretold we thus coÌ„clude the works of God aboue Unbounded for to be least that his powre and maiestie And knowlege should be counted vayn For if aboue the Skie He could and might haue framed more and goodlier things by much But would not then in vayne is all his power and knowledge such For if that any man haue skyll and cunning in an arte And neuer will in practise put the knowledge of his harte In vayne he should vnto himselfe procure a workmans name In vayne with