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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A14500	Virgil's Georgicks Englished. by Tho: May Esqr; Georgica. English	Virgil.; May, Thomas, 1595-1650.; Vaughan, Robert, engraver.	1628 (1628)	STC 24823; ESTC S119392	50,687	160

up But when their leaves do first begin to bee And new-growne branches from supporting free Shoot loose into the Ayre then spare to use Thy pruning knife so soone and rather choose The leaves superfluous with thy hands to pull But when embracing Elmes with armes more full And strong they grow then confidently pare Their leaves and branches too before they fear● The p●uning knife then do not spare the same But their superfluous growth with rigour tame Then make strong hedges to keep cattell out Young beasts especially and yet unwrought Wilde Bulls and greedy Goates more harm will do Than scorching Summers and cold Winters too There Sheep will browze and feeding Heifers go The Winters hoary Frosts and falling Snow And parching Suns that burne the hardest rocks Endammage Vines lesse than those greedy flock●● Their browzing teeth do venome leave behinde And killing scars upon the stocke and rinde No other fault there was that d Goates did d●● At Bacchus Altars and th' old Comaedie Was celebrated that th' Athenian playes In Villages and all crosse-meeting wayes Were grac'd and men ore meadowes in their po●● Did dance about th' annointed e skins of Goat●● Th' Italian Nations also sprung from Troy Singing Saturnian rythms with open ioy And laughter loose horrid disguises wor● Of hollow'd barks of trees and did adore With hymnes of mirth Bacchus thy power divine And virgins f statues on the lofty pine Did hang. Then vineyards fruitfully did beare All vales and lawnes were fertile every where Where ere the god his beauteous head do show Therefore let us these rites to Bacchus do In our own mother language offering Full cups and wafers and to th' altar bring A guilty goat led by the hornes and his Fat entrailes rost on spits of cornoile trees Besides in dressing vines more paines is showne To which there never can enough be done For every yeare the ground must digged be Three or foure times and plow'd eternally The leaves must oft bee gathered all the paine That husbandmen bestow returnes againe His own steps back the circling yeare doth tread And when the vines their leaves in Autumn shed And all the woods of cloathing robbed are By North-east-windes even then th' industrious care Of th'husbandman unto the following yeare Extends it selfe then he begins to pare The vine with Saturn's crooked hooke and right By skilfull pruning to refashion it First dig the ground first burne the shreds cut off And lay thy rests up dry within thy roofe Gather thy vintage last Leaves twice oreshade The vines as twice the ranke-grown weeds invade Yong corn Both which require great toil to mend Till thou a little farme though thou commend A great one And besides sharpe twigs of thorne From woods and reedes on bankes of rivers born Thou for thy vines must cut and carefull be For willow groves which else neglected ly Now when the vines are bound prun'd and all And th' husband sings about the vineyard wall Yet there remaines a care to dust them there And storms even when the grapes are ripe to fear Contrariwise unto the Olive tree No dressing doth belong nor needeth shee The crooked hook nor harrow when once faire Shee stands in ground and once has felt the ayre The earth it selfe when furrow'd by the plow Doth food enough on her and corne bestow Therefore the fat and fruitfull Olive nourish So th' Apple tree in a full stock doth flourish And once full grown up to the sky she towres By her own strength and needes no helpe of ours So of themselves wilde Woods and every Bush Beare fruit and with Vermilion berries blush Low shrubs are shorn brāds on high trees do grow That feede the nightly fire and light bestow And doubt men yet to plant and care bestow To leave great trees Willowes and Broom so low Do cooling shades to Sheep and Shepheards give Hedges for corne and food for Bees to live How pleasantly with Boxe Cytorus stowes With her Pitch trees how faire Maricia showes Oh how it pleases me those fields to see That need no plowes nor humane industrie Those barren Woods on Caucasus high hill Which strong East-windes do wave and rattle still Have each their severall use Pines for the Seas For Houses Cypresse and tall Cedar trees From hence the Plowmen Spokes for wheeles doe take● Covers for Waines Keeles for Ships they make Willowes do usefull twigs afford Elmes shade Of Cornoile trees and Myrtles darts are made Yew trees to make strong Parthian Bowes are bow'd Tile trees pliant Boxe may be bestow'd Hollow'd or turn'd in formes and uses good Light alderne barks do swim the Po's rough floud In rotten-holme stocks and the rindes of trees You oft may finde the hony-combes of Bees What benefits like these come from the Vine That causes guilt The Centaures fill'd with wine Great Rhaetus Pholus and Hylaeus dy'd When they with pots the Lapithees defi'd Oh too too happy if their blisse they knew Plaine Husbandmen to whom the earth with true And bounteous iustice free from bloody war Returnes an easie food who though they are Not early wak'd in high-roof'd Pallaces When waiting Clients come though they possesse No Poasts which Indian shels adorne in state No gold embroidred cloaths Corinthian plate Nor rich Assyrian scarlet nor abuse With sweetest Casia the plaine simple use Of oyle yet rest secure a harmelesse life Enrich'd with severall blessings free from strife Coole caves dark shady groves fountains clear Vntroubled sleeps and cattells lowing there And pleasant huntings want not there they live By labour and small wealth honour they give Vnto their gods and parents iustice tooke Her last step there when she the earth forsooke But let the sacred Muse whose priest I am Me above all with her sweet love inflame Teach me each star each heavenly motion The oft eclipses of the Sun and Moone The cause of Earthquakes why the swelling main Rises and fals into it selfe againe Why Winter suns so soone hast to the sea What makes the Summer nights so short to be But if dull bloud which 'bout my heart doth flow These parts of nature will not let me know Then let me famelesse love the fields and woods The fruitfull water'd vales and running floods Those plains where clear Sperchius runs that moūt Where Spartan Virgins to great Bacchus wont To sacrifice or shady vales that lye Vnder high Haemus let my dwelling be Happy is he that knowes the cause of things That all his feares to due subiection brings Yea fare it selfe and greedy Acheron Yea happy sure is he who ere has known The ●urall gods Sylvanus and great ●an And all the sister Nymphs that happy man Nor peoples voices nor kings purple move Nor dire ambition sundring brothers love Nor th' Istrian Dacians fierce conspiracies Nor Romes estate nor falling monarchies He sees no poore whose miserable state He suffers for he envies no mans fate He eats such fruits as of their own accord The

them too farre lest Boreas piercing cold Or Phoebus heat should dry the parched mold And wholesome husbandry t was euer found Often to breake and harrow barren ground And well rewarded still at Ceres hand Nor is 't unwholesome to subdue the Land By often exercise and where before You broke the earth againe to plow it ore Crosse to the former Let the Plow-mens prayer Be for moist sol●●ices and winters faire For winters dust doth cheere the land and draw So great an haruest that rich Maesia For all her skill obtaines not greater store Nor Ida's hil● do boast their plenty more What shall I say to him that sowes his Land Immediately scattering the barren Sand Then brings in watering streames that wil suffice And when in scorched fields all Herbage dyes Lo he from higher bending hillocks drawes In furrowes wate●s down which gliding cause Among the pebble stones a murmuring sound And with their streams refresh the thirsty ground Or him that least ranke eares should ouerlade And lodge the stemme he in the tender blade Eates off the rankenes Or that draines his ground With thirsty sand when moisture doth abound When in the Spring or Autume specially Vnconstant seasons riuers swell'd too high Haue fill'd the drenched fields with slime and yet The draining trenches with warm moisture sweat Nor are these things though they mens labors be And beasts not subiect to the iniurie Of ●●ose Strymonian Cranes the shade of Trees And growing bitter-rooted Suckoryes For Ioue himselfe loath that our liues should proue Too easie first caus'd men the ground to moue Fill'd mortall hearts with cares nor sufferd he The world to fall into a Lethargy Before Ioues reign no Plow-men till'd the ground Nor was it lawfull then their Lands to bound They liu'd in common all and euery thing Did without labour from earths bosome spring Ioue Venome first infus'd in Serpents fell Taught Wolues to prey and stormy Seas to swell Rob'd leaues of honey and hid fire from men And banish'd wine which run in rivers then That th' arts by neede might so in time be found Corne might be sought by tilling of the ground And hidden fire from flints hard veines be drawn Then Aldern boates first plow'd the Ocean The Sailers number'd then and nam'd each starre The Pleiads Hyads and the Northren carre Deceiving bird-lime then they learn'd to make And beasts by hunting or by toyles to take Drag-nets were made to fish within the deep And casting nets did rivers bottomes sweep Then iron first and sawes were understood For men before with wedges clef● their wood Then th' arts were found for all things conquer'd be By restlesse toyle and hard necessity First yellow Ceres taught the world to plow When woods no longer could afford enow Wilde crabs and acorns and Dodona lent Her mast no more then miseries were sent To vexe the art of tillage blastings kill'd The stalks and fruitlesse thistles in the field Prevailing spoyl'd the corne rough weeds did grow Of burs and br●mbles troubling it and now Within the fields among the harvest graine Corne-v●xing darnell and wilde oates did reigne That now unlesse thou exercise the soile Fright birds away and with continuall toile Lop off the shadowing boughes and pray for raine Devoutly still thou mayst behold in vaine Thy neighbours heape of corne with envious eies Labouring with mast thy hunger to suffice The hardy plow-mens tooles must now be shown Without which corne can nor be reapt nor sown The flaile fled coulter share and crooked plow The iron harrow Ceres wagons slow Celeus poor wicker houshold-stuffe and than Harrowes of wood with Bacchus misticke Van. All these before hand must be got by thee If fame thou seeke in noble husbandry Fetch from the woods a fitting elme and bow The same with skill till of a crooked plow It take the forme to that fasten a beame Eight foot in length two eares not far from them The wood that holds the share but tile-tree take Or lofty beech the Oxens yokes to make And tailes of plowes which all the course do guid When smoke the goodnesse of the wood hath tri'd Many of the ancients rules I here could show Vnlesse thou scorne to study Arts so low Let thy Barns floore be digg'd and sodder'd than With tuffest Clay and then rowl'd hard againe Lest it should turne to dust or grasse should grow Many mishaps may fall the mouse below Oft makes her house and garner under ground And there as oft the blinde-borne moles are found There Toades and many earth-bred Monsters ly There little Weeuills heapes of corne destroy And frugall Ants that toyle for times to come Consider thou when Nut-trees fully bloome And with their fragrant blossomes bend the tree As those nuts thriue so will thy harvests be And corne in great abundance gathered But if those trees in broad leaues only spread Then ears though great but little grain wil yeeld Some I haue seene before they sow their field Their seedes with lees of oyle and nitre still To macerate which makes full graines to fill The flattering huskes or else their seedes to boile Seedes I haue seene chosen and pick'd with toile Yet grow ill corne unlesse the man for feare Cull with his hand the greatest every yeare So all things of themselues degenerate And change to worse even by the law of Fate No otherwise than when a man doth row Against a violent streame with much adoo If ere he chance from rowing to refraine His Boate is hurry'd downe the streame againe Plow-men had need each starre as well to know The Kids the Dragon and Arcturus too As Sailors neede who in rough stormes are wont To passe the Oyster-breeding Hellespont When Libra first diuides the world twixt light And darknesse equalling the day and night Then exercise your teames and barley sow Till winter to extremity do grow While yet t is dry thy hempe and poppie sow Before the Winter too tempestuous grow Sow beans i'th'Spring Claue grasse in rotten soile And Willet that requires a yearely toile When with his golden hornes bright Taurus opes The year downward the crosse Dog-star stoops But if thou plow to sow more solid graine A wheat or barley harvest to obtaine First let the morning Pleiades be set And Ariadnes shining coronet Ere thou commit thy seed to ground and there Dare trust the hope of all the following yeare Some that before the fall o' th' Pleiades Began to sow deceived in th' increase Have reapt wilde oates for wheat But if that thou Disdain not Fesels or poor Vech to sow Or care to make Aegyptian lentils thrive Falling Boòtes then to thee will give Signes not obscure Begin to sow and till The midst of winter hold on sowing still And therfore through twelve signes bright Phoebus guides The world and th' earth in severall climes divides Five zones divide the heavens the torrid one Still red still heated by the burning sun On either side are two extreamely cold