that am in exile sent beholde The likenes of my louring lookes which thou hast graude in goulde Whereon when thou shalt cast thine eyes then haply thou may say How far from vs is Naso now our fellow sent away Thy loue I well alowe but yet my verses print more playne My forme which as they be I â—id to read do not disâ—ayne My verse I say that doth declare how men straunge shapes did shade Unhappy worke whose maister fled and left vnperfâ—â— made The same with heauy hand full sad in flaming fyre I thrust With much more of my grieuous goods when needes depart I must And as they say that Thestias did burne with fatall fiâ—â— Her sonne and sister kineder was then mother woude with ire So I my bookes my bowels deare which no desert did sâ—ow To dye away with â—ee did then in flesâ—â—ng flâ—mâ—â— bestow Which eyther was because my muse as hurtful I did hate Or els for that my verse was rude and not in perfect state Which as they be not quite extinct but partly yet appere In volumes mo then one I thinke that when they written were So now I wish them stil remayne none yâ—le slouth that bee The râ—â—der to delyte but may remember him of mee But yâ—t no man with pacient cares to reade them can abyde Except he know that vncorrect from me the sâ—me did slide That worke was pluckt away when halfe he had his labour skant The trimâ—â—ng tricke that last should come my wrttinges clerelye want For paynted prayse thy pardon craue thy praise shal wel suffice If thou thâ—t chance to readâ— this boke my worke do not despyse And here also sixe verses haue which if thou thinke it best In formost fronte of that my booke see that thou let them rest What â—an thou be these volumes touch of father now bereft And leastwyse graunt within your house a place for them be left And that thou should more fauour them of him they were not sent In publique preâ—se but as it were the maysters herse of renâ—e If that vnlearned verse therfore shal then shew forth my cryme The mayster would haue mended it if he had longer â—yme To his frend that brâ—ke his promise Elegie 7. THe fresh flouds shall from Sâ—â—s reâ—yre â—gayne theirâ— springes vnto So shall the Sunne with horses â—urnde his course râ—uokâ— also The â—arth shal â—ke the bright starre bear and ayre tâ—e plough sâ—al cleue The â—ater shalâ— brynge forth the flames and flâ—e shal water geue All thinges shâ—l now by natuâ—es law in order straunge procâ—de No paâ—cell of this wandryng worlde his way aright shall leade Al things sâ—al come to passe which I deuyed afore colde be For nothing is so straunge to heare buâ— we may hope to see It sâ—all be so I gesse because of him I am reiect Whose helpe I hoped now that should my woâ—ful cause protecâ— O faythlâ—s 〈◊〉 how came so great forgetfulnâ—s of mee Why wâ—re thou then so sore afrayd my careful corps to see That oâ—ce agayne thou might not loke nor comfort me opprest Nor yet hard hart my funeralâ— pursue among the rest The sacred name of frendsâ—ip fayre that al men do adore Under thy foote thou leâ—â—â—st lye as thinge of litle store And tâ—ough thou did â—o tearâ—s set â—all â—or this â—y sorty plight Yet fâ—r from hart some wordes to say with â—ayâ—ed griefe thou might At leaâ—t wyse that to straungers did then bid we well to fare With peoples voyce and publique speach agree that good will bare And then thy face with mourning fâ—et no more in sight tappere Wâ—yle yet thou mightst to looke vpon the laâ—t day I was there To take and geue with talke alike oâ—t farewel in such case Wâ—ich once we might and then â—o more wâ—yle world endâ—res embrace As others moe which with no league of frendâ—hip I hâ—d boâ—nde Wâ—o then declarâ— their griefe of mynd with â—rickâ—yng teares oâ— grouÌ„â— Wâ—ere els should I to thee be knit with 〈◊〉 in comâ—on â—ed With causes eke of great effect and â—â—at 〈◊〉 long tyme bred Why els knew thou so many bourdes and caâ—neâ— acâ—es of myne And I so maâ—y matters sayde and pâ—easant prankes of thyne What if alone at royall Rome our frendâ—hip had bene knit But thou so oft in euery place was calde a fellow fit With wistsome wyndes of seas in vayne haue all these taken flight Or els al thinges in Lethe lake are drouâ—d with darkesome nighte I thinke in towne thou were not borne that Rome of Qâ—iriâ—e hight A towne alas wherein to come I may not woful wight But in the rockes which here do lye on left syde of the sea In croked cragges of Sarmatis in land of Scithia That in thy hart be heaped high of flyne the stony vaynes And eke â— Iron the seedes so hard within thy brest remaynes The nourse also which gaue thee suckâ— through tender mouth to passeâ— With fruitful teares when thou wert young vntamed â—iger was For els thou would not lâ—sse regard the heauy hap I beare Then straungers ill nor gylty yet of rigour rough appeare But synce the same my fatall fall and sorrowes do encrease That frenship should in his fyrst tyme from duty doing cease Now cause I may forget thy fault and then I shal agayne With selfe same toung thy kindnes prayse that I do now complayne To his frend that the common people follovveth fortune Elegie 8. ALl voyde of griefe God graunt thou may last ende of life attayne Which as a frend to reade this worke of myne dost not disdayne And here I wish my prayers might preuayle for thy behoue Which for my selfe the cruell goddes to mercy cold not moue In number thicke thy â—rendes wil come whyle hap hanges on thy syde If stormy cloudes of tyme apeare alone thou shalt abyde Behold how Doues to house resort in whitely coloures cladde In bâ—astly boure of sluttish coate no byrd abydeth gladde The pâ—ynefull Pismeere neuer comes in barne left voyde and bare No frend repayres where goods before be cleane consumde with care When Sunne doth shine the shadow shewes of them that walke abrode When it lyeth hid in cloude he list no longer make abode The vnconstant sort of people so do follow fortunes light Which qâ—eÌ„ched once w t houeriÌ„g showre they straight do take their flight And would to God thou might perceiue that falsely this do sound But I must needes confesse them true by fortune that I found Whyle we did stand in perfect state our house desyrde no fame But yet was knowen and had resort as did suffice the same But when it first began to sâ—ake thâ—y sâ—ared sore the fall And wâ—ly backes to flying turnd to saue themselues withall No maruayle though they feare the flash of lightning â—ruell flame By fyre of which all thinges is wont consume that neare it came But Caesar yet among his foes that frende doth well allow Which doth not shrinke but tary still when
blowne This loue and faithful frendship then perhaps had not bene knowne Peritheus did not accompt Duke Theseuâ— for his frend Til that for hym to Stygian lake aliue he dyd discend O restes so thy furyes fearceful peâ—â—â—te tryals bee With how true hart that Pylades was linkt in loue to thee If â—hat the stout Eurialus with Butis had not fought Thy noble fame O Nisus then had not bene blowen abought Like as the fine and perfect gould in flaming fyre is tryde Euen so the loue of frendship is in troublous tyme discride While fortune lust to smile and geue her helping hand withall And thinges to grounded wealth they haue that may thereto befall But when her threatning browes she bend they shrinke away and flee Where hugy heapes but lately were not one now left we see This skilful red I learnd by ils in other that did growe But now euen of myne owne mishaps by profe the same I know Scant two or three my frendeâ— you are that of my â—uth remayne The rest as fortunes and not myne I do accompt them playne You â—ew therfore do help our payne that rest we may atchiue And that by you our shaken ships in safer shore aryue With fayned feare be not afrayd a thing both fond and vayne Least God misliking that your loue offended do remayne For Caesar oft in ennemyes doth his faythful friendship prayse And that which in his owne in foes he doth approue aâ—wayes My cause yet better is I haue no aduerse armour worne My folly is the cause that I my country haue forlorne With waking mindes our heauy haps do you bewayle and praye That Caesars raging wrath the more therby may haue delay Who so my cares doth seeke to know in number them to haue A thing more hard then may be done he seemes therby to craue So many ils â—o haue I borne as starres in Azure sky And little graynes of flying dust on parched ground do lye And many more of greater weight we forced were to bere Which though they chaunst of credit yet in them some doubt there were Some part wherof as doth behoue with me must die away And by my meane would God were none that might the same bewray A persing speach although I had a fyrme and flinty breast And greater store of mouthes therto wherein more tounges did rest Yet all in wordes I do not know how I might comprehend The thing exceding further then my wits may well extend My troubles great O Poets lernde for Duke Vlysses wright Yet I more 〈◊〉 then he hath borne for truth you may endight In compas small hee many yeares was tossed vp and downe Betwene the Grecians noble land and Troians famous towne But we the widest Sâ—as haue met and wandred euery wayes To Geta crickes haue driuen bene and eke Sarmatia Bayes A faythful hand Vlysses had with mates both true and iust But me my fellowes fled in whome I chiefly put my trust In mery moode as victor then hee went his land to see But I as victored do depart and exile hence to flee In Greece ne yet Ithaca ground nor Samia do I dwell From whence to be no payne it is but may be suffred well But Rome which from the mountaynes seuen we there behold in sight The empire large and Gods therof lo thence I take my flight A body strong Vlysses had that labour could sustayne A small and slender corpes I haue with weake and tender brayne To cruell warres and Marshall deedes hath he bene vsed always In quiet study haue I dwelt and liued all my dayes The greatest God oppresseth me to whom no God resort But Pallas him assisted stil and did his cause support Neptunus ire the God of Seas haue greued him right sore But me Amighty Ioue oppresse whose wrath reuengeth more The greatest part of his now be for fables counted playne Of our mishaps no part at all for leesing do remayne In fine euen as he did desyre at poynted place aâ—yue Which long he wisht right so he did at length attayne alyue But I my country deare do think now neuer more to see Unlesse the ire of angry Gods appeased hap to be To his vvife Elegie 5. CAllimachus did not so burne with loue to Lyda lent Nor yet so sore Philaâ—es had his hart on Baâ—tis benâ— As the O mate most true my brest within I depely graue Which worthy art a better not but happier husband haue I fallâ—ng fast by thee do hold as by a booteful beame Thy giâ—t it is that I haue scapt apart of troubles streame Thou art the cause I am no pray to such as seeke to see The letters brought that might declare the woefull wracke of mee Lyke as the wolfe that bloud desyres when hunger hard doth pricke Of sely sheepe that be vnkept the flesh ful fayne wold â—ick Or as the greedy Grype vpon the careful corpes doth stare When on the ground hee sees it lye and left vnburned bere So 〈…〉 I â—now not who 〈…〉 hap did mistrust Upon 〈…〉 le ts not his handes had layd â—niust But I 〈…〉 did withstand by force of hendes full true To whom no â—hanâ—e we render may as to their deedes is due In carefull câ—se a witnes true thy deedes therefore doth prayse If witnes do perchaunce preuayle in these our dolefull dayes In vertuous life Andromacha thy name doth not distaine Nor Laodamia who did leaue her life with husband slaine If Homer thou hadst hapt vpon thy fame should farre exceede Aboue the chaste Penelopeis of whom in him we reade But if these maners meeke the Gods did geeue thee all vntaught And in the day of blisfull byrth of nature thou them caught Or els the matrone most to prayse on whom thou waightest long A myrror did thee make to be al honest wiues among And to her selfe with custome longe hath causde thee like to seeme By greater thinges of matters small wee doubt not for to deeme Full woe I am my verse hath not more force in such a case And that my tongue doth not suffice thy saythfull factes to blase For looke what liuely strents of mynde afore in mee there spronge Is quenched quite and fallen away with sorrowes sore â—nd longe The chiefe amonge the Ladies of great fame thoâ— mightest sit And of all men be lookte vppon for vertue and for wit And so what power my penne may haue when verse I do indyte From time to time thou shalt aye liue in verse that I can wryte ¶ To his friends that vvare his Image ingraude Elegie 6. What frend thou be that Image haue in forme made like to mee No Garlands gay with Iuye wrought about his head let bee These happy signes most comely be that pleasaunt Poets were My troublous time is farre vnfit the Lawrell crowne to beare And thou that beares about of mee in ringe the picture prest Fayne y t these thinges were neuer spoke although thou knowes theÌ„ best The countenaunce deare of mee
craft althoughe thou weare no name By depe deceite or otherwyse by skill to cloake the same In priuy wyse yet passe thou in my verse may els offend The wonted grace it clearly wantes which I to verse did lend To reade as myne if any shal vnworthy therfore deeme And from his handes to cast away to the by hap shal seeme Tel then thy name thou art not he of loue that taught the lore That wicked worke hath felt the paynes that it deseru'd before Perhaps thou lookst I should thee bid the pallace proude to clyme Where Cesar royall court doth keepe with pleasaunt passed tyme. Those princely places and eke Gods of pardon to I crane Sith from the stately tops of them this lyghtning lo we haue The tyme I may remember when those Gods more gentle weare Such now therfore as hurtful be by proofe of payne I feare The sely Doue that once was nymd with goshaukâ—s gredy nype Doth dread the smallest glympes of her to flye her greeuous gripe The wandring lambe y t worewing wolfe had caught by corage boulde Escapyng then his cruel chaps doth slepe in shepheards fould Yea Phaeton would shunne the skyee if he agayne did rayne And hate the horses whom hee lou'de for feare of former paynt My selfe confesse that haue receyu'de of lâ—ue his launce a wound Do feare the force of flashing fyre by thonders threatning sound Who so Caphatea sekes to shunne in way from Grecian fleete That he alwayes from Eboâ—ke Seas to turne his sterne is meete My ship that lately did escape with sturdy storme a clappe In that fame place doth hate to come for feare of like mishap My booke therfore beware and stand with fearful mynde in doubt And be content that thou be red in priuate place aboute Whyle Icarus with tender winges did clyme the starry skye In surging Seas he fel adowne which haue their name therby The Ower or the sayles to vse herein to know is hard But time and cause shall counsayle thee if thou therto regarde An ydle tyme if thou espye when ceased is debate And when all ire is pacifyed and turnd to frendly state Some doubting thus with feareful face wil thee perhaps present So hee with wordes thy way haue made then go where thou art sent More happy hap god graunt thou haue and far more lucky day Then I haue had when thou come there our sorrowes to allay For he alone can salue my sore of whom the wounde I haue And hurt and heale by selfe same skill Achilles lately gaue Take hede while helpe herein thou seeke therby no hurt arise For feare doth farre surmount our hope thy selfe therfore aduise In myndes to quiet bent renew not wrath agayne Least thou vnwares may kindle cooles to double former payne Yet when vnto my homly house thou shalt returne to mee And in thy croked shryne be set a place made meete for thee Thy brethren there thou shalt behold in order seemely set One only father all they had whom he by skill beget The rest that therin sight do show by signes thou may decerne Whose names be set amids their browes that thou therof maye learne And also three in priuy place do lurke in darkesome den Of loue the crafty skill they teache as it is knowen to men Those wicked wightes thou shalt eschew or if thou may proclayme For such as fathers lately slew by Telogonian name These three I warne thee of if thou the father not disdayne Of loue although the way they teach to loue yet thou refrayne And fifteene volumes more in verse of chaunged bodyes beâ— Which at my funeralles I had and there bereft from mee Amonge the which transformed shapes say thou that I do craue That my misfortune may be set with them a place to haue Unlikely to her former hests her altring wondrous straunge For now shee weepes y e whilom smilde as chaunce of time doth chanÌ„ge More matter yet if thou had askte I had to tel beside But that I feare it might be cause to longe that thou abyde For if nothing that comes to minde from thee I should detayne A burden farre more huge thou were then bearers could sustayne Longe is thy way therefore make hast for we shal now abyde In furthest Coast of all the earth far from our country wyde ¶ To the Gods The Elegie seconde O Gods of Seas Sky for what saue prayers may preuayle Do not destroy our shaken shippes in surging Seas to sayle Nor do you not to Caesars wrath with whole assent resort For him whome one God doth oppresse an other may support Though Vulcane stoode aduerse to Troy Apollo sought reliefe And Venus was to Troyans iust though Pallas wrought their griefe So Iuâ—o did Aeneas hate who Turnus held full deare Yet he through helpe of Venus power from harme was saued cleare The fearce Neptunus oft did seeke to short Vlysses dayes Yet from her Eme Minerua did his life preserue alwayes And though we farre inferiour be in heauenly force and might A fâ—endly God yet who forbids an angry God to spight But wastefull wordes O wretch I spend no good thereby aryse Saue that it makes the watry waues to springe from speakers eyes My paynfull speach and prayers prest the Southren wynd hath rent And suffers not that they do come to Gods where they be sent With one alonely cause therefore least I be hurt should deeme Both shippes and vowes I know not where to beare away they seeme What boysterous billowes now O wretch amids the waues we spye As I forthwith should haue bene heu'de to touch the Azure skye What vacant vallies be there set in swallowing Sâ—as so wrought As presently thou lookes I should to drery hell be brought I too kt about saue Seas and sky nought subiect was to sight With swelling surges one with cloudes the other threatned spight Betweene them both with whisâ—yng sound the whyrling wynds do rend And foming Seas to Weather God do stand in doubt to bend Now doth sir Eurus windes take force at ryse of mourning bright Now Zephirus is prest at hand to wayghte the darksome night Now Boreas with parching vrye from Northren Pole doth glide Now Notus so with â—eare of flyet doth put his â—orce assyde The Guyde himselfe in doubtful muse what he may flye doth craue Astonied stayes his wonted skill from wracke the ship to saue We dye therfore no hope at all of life their doth remayn While thus I speake the bitter teares my feareful face distayn The floods my mind opprest while thus in vaine we prayd alas And by our carefull mouth adowne the deadly drops do pas My godly wyfe it onely greues in exile I am sent This one mishâ—p alone she knowes for this she doth lament In largest seas how I am cest to her no feare doth seeme Nor tosâ— with wyndes she knoweth not nor death so nere doth deeme O happy yet I did her leaue and so my selfe auysâ— For els pore wretch my
fearce the Hiadaâ— hath drawne Oft tymes some part therof did pas into my sâ—ip aryght Yet trembling I this woful verse with fearesul hand do wryghte Now with the Northren wyndes the ropes conâ—ented are to crake And like to hilles the Hollow Seas a lofty surging make The mayster with his handes cast vp doth pray with feareful hart Beholding then the heauenly starres forgetful of his art On euery syde we onely saw of Death the picture playne Which I in mynde did feare and yet so fearing wish agayne God graunt I mâ—y to port ariue I feare the same right sore In water far lesse daunger is then â—n that cursed shore Of subâ—il snares of mâ—n and flouds wee stand in dreaâ—y dreede The sword and Sea my wretched minde with double terâ—our fâ—ede The one doth hope with guiltles blond a pray of me to make The other of my woeâ—uâ—l death tâ—e fame â—ould gladly take On left side dwâ—lth a people rude whose myndes be bent to spoyle In blamelesse bloud and slaughter fearce and â—ruel warres they boâ—le And while the washing waâ—â—râ— are with wiâ—â—er 〈◊〉 wrought Our mindâ—s to greater â—oâ—le then Seas by heauy â—ap be brought Wherefore thou ought more paâ—don here O gentle Reader haue If these appeare as sure it is much lesse then 〈◊〉 do craue My Gardens now we want wherein I wonted wâ—s to wright The vsed beddes my bodie lackes to rest the wâ—â—ry night Witâ— bitter winter dayes I am in wicked wâ—tâ—rs throwne My papers paâ—e with surges soust the griesly Sâ—as hauâ— knowne The winter angry is tâ—at I these verses dare indight And dreadfull threatnings casteth there my purposâ— so to spight Of man let winter victor bee in selfe â—ame case I praye That I may cease my symple verse and he his raging stay FINIS Here beginneth the seconde BOOKE To Augustus Caesar. Elegie 1 WIth you what thing haue I ado my bookes my hoplesse careâ— Sith that my â—its o wretch because y t I of lyfe dispayre My verse condeâ—ned muses why â—epete I now agayne And it is not enough thâ—t I haue once thus sâ—ffred â—ayne My verses â—o a meane haue bene by heauy hap so growne That I alas on euery syde to man and wyfe am knowne By verses the doth Caesar note me and my maners all Through peruers art which now of late in deepe disdaine is fall My paynful studyes set asyde no faulâ—es of life remayne That guylty I imputed am my verse hath caused playne This we receiue as price of life and labors greate of mynd And now my paynful pynching paynes in woful wit I fyâ—de If wyse I were I should of right the learned sisters blame As greuous goddesses to such as worship wil the same But madnes now with feuer fearce are ioyned so in one That mindfull yet of former payne my foote doth strike the stone Like as the wounded souldiour doth resort the fâ—eld vnto Or as the wracked ship doth seeke on swel yng seas to gâ—e Perhaps liâ—e him which once within Teutrantus realâ—e did rayne The same which made this greeuous wound therof may ease the paine And angry muse which moued ire the same likewyse remoue For weping verse do grace obtayne at mighty Gods aboue The worthy dames of Italy doth Caesar wil to prâ—y To Ops which stately towers beare and founding verse to say The like to Phoebus eke what â—yme â—ere playd the pleaâ—ant playes Which neuer oftner cold be sene but once in one mens dayes Lo these O gracious Caesar now as hâ—ppy myrrours haue And let my wittes more mâ—lder wrath of thee hereafter craue The same is iust I do confesse nor my desertes denye Nor shame so far departed is from feareful face to flye But if I had offended naught what could you then bestowe My let therefore occasion is whereof that mercy growe So oftentymes as mortall men in sinful faulteâ— be â—ound If loue sâ—ould strike he might in tyme lacke shot wheâ—with to wounde But he when once with thâ—ndring noyse haue thrâ—atned sore the lande With sprinkled drops the cloudy ayre is cleared out of hand A God a guyde a father graue of right he cald haue bene As mighty Ioue nothing so greate in Uasty world is seene Sith thee also a father graue and guyde in earth thy name Use then of Gods the manerâ— myld thy power it is the same The which full wel thou do nor no man with more equall hand The rightful reanes could better hold wherwith to rule the land Tâ—e Pâ—rchianâ— proude thou did subdue yet pardon oft bestow Which they to thee in case alike would not haue geuen I know Wiâ—h worldly wealth and honours high aduaunced many bee Whose guilty handes did weapons weare in fielde aduerse to thee The day also with moued â—re thy wrath away did take Sâ— eyther part in sacred house at once their offringes make And as the souldiour doth reioyce who did thy foes oppresse So haue the captiues cause ynough to ioy at such distresse My cause yet better is I weare no weapon so vntrue Nor ennemyes guilty goods I do with greedy lust â—ursâ—e By seas by land by starry skye lo here I make my vow By thee also that present is a God to whom I bow That this good wil o most of might haue euer bene in mee And as thyne owne with hart and soule I sought alwayes to bee I wished oft that here thou mighte in earth haue liued long And one I was that prayed thus amids the mighty thronge And sacrifyce for this I gaue and with myne owne assent When publique prayers were pronounc'd to help to this entent My bookes my faulty factes also what nâ—ede I haue in mynde Wherein thy name a thousand tymes in open place I fynd Behold likewyse my greater worâ—es vnended as they bee Wâ—ere thâ—t transformed bodies are in wondrous wise to se. Ther shalt thou find by flitteryng â—ame thy name haue had much praise There shalt thou fâ—nde by pledges greate of louing mind alwayes Thy glory yet no verse can well augment in any wyse Sith nothing may therto be put whereby it might aryse Of Ioue the faâ—e doth farre excâ—ede yet doth it him delite Wheâ— as the same in staâ—â—ly verse we seemly do endight If that by Gyauntes bloudy warres of mention ought be hard At prâ—â—se therof he doth reioice for truth we do regarde But thâ—e do others honouâ— more and as it seemeth fâ—t Thy princely prayse and royall fame do prayse with riper wit And as with shedding guilâ—lesse bloud of bulles a hundreth slayne Of God with smallest ensencâ— geuen so grace we do obtayne O wicked wight O tyrant fearce O cruel cursed foe That did my pleasant fancies make to the disclosâ—d so To verses which in bookes discrybâ— to thee thyne honour due From reader ought in iudgement iust more fauor to ensue But if thou hap offended be who then dare be my friend No scant vnto my selfe I should my faythfull frendship lend When as â—
house decayed is and seâ—led on the side Then all the masâ—y waâ—ght thereof to yelding paâ—tes do slyde Or elswhereas by fortunes force a â—hincke therein is wayde With prayse thereof in tract of â—ime the same is soone decayde The great enuy of men so we by hurtfull verse do finde And people be as mee it is to Caesars side enclynde When as my life and maners yet were more alowde I knowe And by the horse the same I iudge which then thou did bestowe The which although it profits nought nor honest prayse I haue Yet from the name of cruel crime my selfe I wish â—o saue No cause to me committed was of guilty men amis For iudges tâ—n times ten to loke vppon whose office is And priuate playntes without offence as iudge I did decree With vâ—ryght mynd the same I gaue it will confessed be And that O wretch if latest deedes had not offended more Euen by thyne owne assâ—nt I should not once be sau'te before The latest actes do me destroye my ship which safely sailde In depthy and swallowing waues through sturdy storme is faylde No litle part of whâ—lming waues oppresseth mee alone But all the flocke of flowing flouds and Ocean seas in one Why saw I ought myne eyes why haue I guilty causd to be Wâ—y is mâ— fault vnâ—eeting I now â—nowiâ—g se well to mee The â—â—eck't Diana Acteon saw vnwares as hee did pas To hungeâ— boundes a present pray no whit the lesse he was For mighty gods do punishe those by chaunce that do offend Nor paâ—â—on ougâ—t whâ—re poâ—ers be hurt to such mishaps do lend So in that day wherein I was with errour thus beguyld Our litle â—ousâ— decayed iâ— with fault yet vndefyld And litle thoughâ— yet of good fame euen in my fathers dayes Nor vnto none inâ—â—riour now for honours noble prayse Not â—or tâ—e wâ—â—lth nor want therof it can so well be knowne For neyther 〈◊〉 becaâ—se whâ—rof our knighely name is growne And be 〈◊〉 by our byrth or rent our house be litle namde My wits and paynâ—ul studiâ—â— causde abroade it hath bene faynde Which though percase I seeme to vse as young and wantonly Yet by that meane through world so wyde my famous name do â—lye Oâ— Naso eke the name is knowen amidst the learned thronge Wâ—o â—are of him the same recordâ— no abiect men amonge This house therfore to muses greate in great decay is fall By one offence and careful cryme yet not accompted finall But so decayd as ryse it may if that the raging ire Of greeued Caesar waxeth ripe to wonted vse retyre Whose gracious mercy is so greate in iudgement of our payne That not so much â—s we did feare we haue receiued playne Our life is geuen and not my death his gentle wrath doth craue With vsed power O noble Prince we pray therfore to saue I haue â—lso with thyne assent my fathers liuings all As though my life thou did accompt â— gyft that were to small My doleful dedes hast not condemd by Senates close assent Nor by decree of them opprest in wretched exile sent With threatning wordes rebuking vice as best a Prince beseeme Offences all thou dost reuenge â—nd mercy so esteeme And those decrees which were pronounc'de in sterne and aâ—per wyse Yet in the name of lighter fault thou wild it should suffise Thus as dischargd and sent away no exiles name I haue My happy dayes dâ—priuing so and life thereby to saue No payne or greefe so greeuous is no trouble such of mynde As to displease so great a Prince his vengeaunce there to fâ—nde But Gods which whilom moued were sometimes appeased bee And scowling cloudes once driuâ—n assyde a day ful fayre wee see The Elme which lately blasted was depriued of his greene The clustred vines eftsones to beare full oftentymes is seene And though thou do forbid to hope we hope assuredly This one thing yet mâ—y come to passe though thou thereto denye My hope encrease O gentle Prince when thee I do behold And eke decrease when I respect my faultes so manyfold The roring rage of swellyng seas is not alyke alwaye â—or furies fierce doth euer last in tossing streames to stay But sometymes be more calme and cleare and cease theyr vsed toyle To make vs thinke the force wer lost of byllowes boysterous broile So do my feares both ryse and fall sometime in doubt remayne In hope and dreade of thy good wil to passe or proue my payne For loue of Gods therfore which geue theâ— long and happy dayes If they of noble Romaynes do esteeme thy name and prayse For countrey eke which thou do kepe as guide and father deare Whereof my selfe a part I was and thence now passed cleare To thee the stately towne so shal with honors due resound Wâ—o doest for wit and famous factes in wondrous wife â—bound So Liuia with thee remayne and liue in wedded lyfe Which were but euen for thee alone a farre vnworthy wyfe If shee were not a sâ—â—gle lyfe should best beseeme for thee For none there liues to whom thou might â— wedded husband be Of thee so shall â— sonne in health and thou in health to rayne Which may in thy more elder â—ge an old man here remayne And bring to passe that happy starres through those thy noble deedes Wâ—th neuewes young shall stil abide that thee in realme succedes So victory which vsed is thy noble castels to Shal still be prest at hand alwayes to customd ensignes goe Sâ—e shall with wonted winges still flye with guyde of Lauiâ— land On happy head a Laurell greene shal set with semely hand By whom thou famous warâ— do kepe in parson also fyght To whom good lucke by thee is geuen w t Gods of maru'lous might And thus iâ— mighty town art sâ—ene as present halfe to byde And halfe away in further partes the bloudy wars to guyde A victor greate from foes subdu'de he shal retourne to thee With crowned horse and tryumphes braue aduaunced shal hee be Bâ—t spare we pray thy lightning fearce and cruel shot vp lay Wâ—erof O wretch we haue alas to long now made assay Thou art our country father deare not mindles of this name We pray thee spare and graunt vs hope in time to haue no blame To come agayne I do not craue yet well beleue we may That mighty Gods more harder suites haue not denied alwaye A gentler kynd of exiles lyfe and nerer place bestow Then of my paynes the greatest part would be allayd I know The furthest land I do approue and cast among my fâ—es Nor no man from his country that so far an exile goes In Hauen of seuenfold I stars Sea alone here am I sent With frosty axe of Archadie in cruell care am pent The Iazegies the Colchoâ— eke and all thâ— Getan rout With Meâ—eâ—ius whom Danube stream may skant from hâ—nce kepe out And though that diuers be driuen forth for much more greate offence Yet none to place more fâ—r then I is