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His Maiesties poeticall exercises at vacant houres
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James I, King of England, 1566-1625.; Du Bartas, Guillaume de Salluste, seigneur, 1544-1590.
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foolish is she nam'de Sad deafe crooke-backed and of legs And armes both is she lam'de The poyson with the manie names Deaths minister alace That comes at posting gallope and Returnes at slowest pace Il-fauoured troubling rest and al 's Fantastike miserable eke She kils but cracke betraies the heart Vnsatiable blood doth seeke The daughter of intemperance and Of Heauen misorder'd cleene A cruell euill discouerd but More cruell hid vnseene IN SOMMER Meidowes Grashoppers Haue not so many aboue So manie Creikets vnder as did Infernall voyces moue And murmure round about nor vnder A calmed Heauen and still The King enamailed of the people That gather Honnie will So many little buzzing burds Guides not when he doth cast Euen of his little hollow ludge The first foundations fast As this effraying monster hath Of Soldats at command That raging charge the man abaisd At euery part and hand So as a regiment incens'd And horrible giuing fraies Now for to yoke a skarmish hot The first of all assaies Gainst ADAMS head which is the house Most holy hallowed ay Of all the faculties of the soule And reasons forth and stay A King that neighbour will bereaue Another Kings Empire Before he fight into the feilds Or open warres desire He first corrupts by richest gifts His Counsels truth at length Well knowing that a Counsell good Is of a King the strength Euen so this Furie banisht from The CHAOS darke and low Do for Forerinners Frenesie And Madnes al 's let go Whereof the one in heating much The other drying sore The weake braines they do stop the course And blunt do more and more The sharpnes of mans judgement and Engrauing makes remaine Abusers in the Spreit a Squadre Of CHIMERS fancies vaine The CAROS POPLESIE and the LETHARGIE sleeping ay As casten of hazarders assailes Their foe the best they may At former part but yet by armes That are contrary clene For making yci-colde the braines His brethren dosened bene And makes the liuing man like to A dead in euery sort If of forgetfull LETHE he Do not repasse the port The Palsie els doth vndertake A warre and battaile bolde Els Spasmus sturres the one doth slacke The other strait doth holde The Senewes of weake ADAM els They doe the passage dit Vnto the liuing subtill Spreits That would go downe by it Then euen as he who hand to hand And onely man to man Com'd to a Combat set assaies All kind of wards he can Eschewes rebaits strikes out and doth Obserue his times aright And casting whiles doth make vpon The sparkling eies to light Of this his foe his clocke syne with The farre end of his blead Doth steadfast make his life to part In gushing streames and read The sicknes to the end that she May haue the better skair Of our forefather tied to bed Who scarse can turne him thair Els with so many bonds she doth The Ophthalmie let go Which with a seething blood within The sight as cruell so Giues thousand stogs she also breeds The Pearle vpon the eie That dimmes the shine and Cataract That darke and cloudie bee Whereof the one by gathering of To grosse ane humour pight Within the bright Spreits guider doth The dore close of the light The other doth as with a cloath Enuious syle and hide The Christall shining humour that Doth in his eies abide This done euen with a gird to our Fore-beer flees withall This cruell Dragon mercilesse Whome squeinancy they call That scoaps vnto his throat and with Blood loppred lacking heat He hauing of the how-throat bolle The Muskles boldned great In him alone doth giue a proofe Of his so obstinate strength Wherewith he is to fight against His future race at length Like HERCVLES who when as yet In swadling cloathes he lay Buire on his brow engrau'd his great Vndaunted courage ay Beginning with his hands no hand But strongest turkesse els Most boldlie wraithfull for to smoare The Dragon bearing shels A maister stick that promises The Trophee Lernien sure The Spaignoll triumph and the firre Cleonien that they bure The second regiment sets on By deadlie forces fell Beginning with the Squadre of all The vitall partes to mell That in the stomack camped are And els that humour grosse Lights-stopper him ASTHMATIQVE makes Ay panting in a Crosse And the Corrozîue flowing of A gutter dropping slow His spongious lightes doth vlcerate and Him dries cum'd Ptisick so The Peripneumonie withall A hote consuming braize Goes cruell in his breathing boares And heat doth kendle and raize And al 's the pittilesse Empiem doth Him sease among the rest With an Apostume filling vp The howest of his brest And furthermore the Pleurisie Doth brod him in the sides In making euer boile that blood Which vnder his ribbes abides The Mare therefter smores him and With thickest fleume doth he As Spreit importune heauie presse His brest that panting be MY GVIDE Vrania oracle That chassis errors vaine Name me this warriour trembling ay For furie and disdaine And whose enarmed hand doth not With firie torch assaile The wings but euen the armies heart And ouer it doth preuaile Who for hir campions hath the Cough The irkesum ganting lo The Souning swerfis thrist shuddering and The colde-rife trembling to The bating of the pulse the heat The rauing strange withall And paine of head O is not this The furie whome we call The burning perrilous Feuer who Inconstantlie doth take Mo faces then VERTVMNVS and Who fine her self can make Continuall whiles whiles tierce whiles quart And whiles but for a day Whiles slow whiles kindled vp euen as The mater as they say Which in our feeble bodies is The cause of all this change Hath slow or promptlie readie hath This secreet motion strange Well ought I for to know thee ô Thou traitrous mastish vile Who four yeares had thee in my hart For hostesse all the while So as I beare as yet euen of Thy greatest force allace The markes into my soule and in The bodie manie a trace For leauing that thou soucked out And cruellie did seeke The blood out of my veines and of My bones the Marrey eik I of my Spreit the vertue feele All slokened to be fall The vigour of my Spreit cum'd gourd The sharpnes blunted all And al 's my memorie the which Was somewhat yet before Is like ô dolour just vnto The water where a score Is al 's sone vanisht quite as drawne Yea surelie I almost My former studies to my shame And greatest grief haue lost And al 's my Spreit a Table like That voide hath but a frame Like Coruin Trapesuntius or Like Gaze forgot my name That Greek whose learned voice and whose Most facond hand and pen Did teach the Romane language to The verie Romane men And for that cause in spite of my Most carefull studies ay My verse are feuerous now become By habitude alway Verse sometimes animated with A furie most deuine And sometimes shuddering with a
doth bow Before the Lambe his knee Sing foure and twentie all with vs Whill Heauen and earth resound Replenisht with IEHOVAS praise Whose like cannot be found For he it is that is and was And euermore shall be One onelie one vnseparate And yet in persons three Praise him for that he creat hath The Heauen the earth and all And euer hath preseru'd them since From their ruine and fall But praise him more if more can be That so he loues his name As he doth mercie shew to all That doe professe the same And not alanerlie to them Professing it aright But euen to them that mixe therewith Their owne inuentions slight As specially this samin time Most plainlie may appeare In giuing them such victorie That not aright him feare For since he shewes such grace to them That thinks themselues are just What will he more to them that in His mercies onelie trust And sith that so he vses them That doubt for to be sau'd How much more them that in their hearts His promise haue engrau'd And since he doth such fauour shew To them that fondlie pray To other Mediatours then Can helpe them any way O how then will he fauour them Who praiers do direct Vnto the Lambe whome onely he Ordaind for that effect And since he doth reuenge their cause That worship God of bread An errour vaine the which is bred But in a mortall head Then how will he reuenge their cause That onelie feare and serue His dearest Sonne and for his sake Will for no perrils swerue And since that so he pities them That beare vpon their brow The marke of Antichrist the whoore That great abuser now Who does the truest Christians With fire and sword inuade And make them holie Martyrs that Their trust in God haue laid How will he them that thus are vsde And beares vpon their face His speciall marke a certaine signe Of euerlasting grace Put end vnto the traueils Lord And miseries of thy Sancts Remouing quite this blindnes grosse That now the world so dants Sing praises of his mercie then His superexcellence great Which doth exceed euen all his works That lie before his seat And let vs sing both now and ay To him with one accord O holie holie God of Hosts Thou euerliuing Lord. THVS ended was the Angels song And also heere I end Exhorting all you Christians true Your courage vp to bend And since by this defeat ye see That God doth loue his name So well that so he did them aid That seru'd not right the same Then though the Antichristian sect Against you do conjure He doth the bodie better loue Then shadow be ye sure Do ye resist with confidence That God shall be your stay And turne it to your comfort and His glorie now and ay FINIS SONET THe azur'd vaulte the crystall circles bright The gleaming fyrie torches powdred there The changing round the shyning beamie light The sad and bearded fyres the monsters faire The prodiges appearing in the aire The rearding thunders and the blustering winds The foules in hew in shape and nature raire The prettie notes that wing'd musiciens finds In earth the sau'rie floures the mettal'd minds The wholesome hearbes the hautie pleasant trees The syluer streames the beasts of sundrie kinds The bounded roares and fishes of the seas All these for teaching man the LORD did frame To do his will whose glorie shines in thame I. R. S. LA LE PANTHE DE IAQVES VI. ROY D'ESCOSSE Faicte francoise par le Sieur Du BARTAS IMPRIME A EDINBVRG PAR ROBERT WALDE-GRAVE Imprimeur du Roy. Anno Dom. 1591. Auec Priuilege de sa Majesté AV LECTEVR LECTEVR ne pense point qu'un desir d'augmēter ma reputation m'ait poussé à trauailler apres ceste versiō Quelque poureté d'espritqu'il y ait en moy si suis-je par la grace de Dieu beaucoup plus fecond en matiere qu'en motz l'inuention me couste moins que l'elocution C'est pourquoy i'auoy fait voeu à mes plus sainctes Muses de ne mettre jamais la main à traduction ou paraphrase quelcōque Mais que ne pourroit sur moy je ne dis pas la grandeur ains l'admirable esprit du Roy d'Escosse La graue douceur la belle artificieuse liaison les viues parlantes descriptions de sa Lepāthe m'ont tellement rauy que j'ay este contraint de fausser mon serment Accepte donques ie te prie ceste plante que l'Apollon de nostre temps a semé de sa propre main les Graces ont arrousé du nectar plus diuin qui coule de leur bouche Et bien que pour estre transportée en autre solage elle ait perdu ses plus belles fleurs toutesfois son estoc ses branches la plus part de ses fueilles luy sont demeurées Le peintre peut bien exprimer le pourfil les couleurs d'un beau visage mais non l'air le geste moins encor la parolle Que si mesme quand au sens tu trouues que cest extraict ne respond point entierement à son original propose toy que cest ouurage ne faisoit que sortir encores tout bluetāt de la forge Royale quand je luy donnay la façon françoise que depuis sa Majesté l'a rebattu relimé breffait tel qu'il semble estre sorti de la boutique d'Homere PREFACE DV TRADVCTEVR A LAVTHEVR IAQVES si tu marchois d un pied mortel ça bas Hardy i'entreprendroy de tallonner tes pas I'estendroy tous mes nerfs ma course sacrée Loing loing lairroit à dos les aisles de Borée Mais puis qu Aigle nouueau tu te guindes és cieux Collé bas ie te suy seulement de mes yeux Mais plustost du desir ou si ie me remuë Ombre ie vole en terre toy dedans la nuë Hé fusse-ie vrayment ô Phoenix Escossois Ou lombre de ton corps ou l'Echo de ta voix Si ie n'auoy l'azur l'or l'argent encore Dont ton plumage astré brillantement s'honnore Au moins i'auroy ta forme simon rude vers N'exprimoit la douceur de tant d'accords diuers Il retiendroit quelque air de tes voix plus qu'humaines Mais Pies taisez vous pour ouyr les Camoenes LA LEPANTHE DE IAQVES VI. ROY D'ESCOSSE FAICTE Françoise par le Sr Du BARTAS IE chante du grand Dieu la iustice bonté Vn exploit de ses mains non encore chanté Vn combat hazardeux vne dure iournée Ie descry dans ces vers la bataille donnée Sur le flot LEPANTHOIS qui se vid arrousé Et du sang Circoncis du sang baptizé VIEN vien donques Seigneur ô Maiesté diuine Tout-puissante immortelle vne en trois en vn trine O Pere de ce Tout ie te