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

queynte arraye Not vsyd amonge vs at this present daye Which made me wonder what persōs theishuld be As one glad to learne and some new thinges to se There sawe I a boye on a firye chayre on hyghte Drawen with foure coursers all mylke whight Wyth bowe in hande and arrowes sharpe keene Against whome no shylde nor helme so sheene Myght in no wyse the mortale stroke wythstand When he shote wyth his most dreadfull hande To this also a straunge sight to se Two wynges vpon his shoulders had he wyth coloures more then I can wryte or tell A thousande dyuers this I noted well And all the rest were nakyd to the skynne Aboute the chayre where that this boye was in Some laye there deade gapynge on the grounde Some with his dartes had taken meny a wound Some were prysoners and could not scape away But folowed styll the chayre nyght and day I that sawe this wonderfull straunge sight To know what it mente dyd that I myght Tyll at the last I dyd perceaue and se My selfe to be amonge that company So had loue led me on that dawnce That as it lyked her so must I take the chawnce I then among that great number in that place Lokyng here and there in eche mannes face Yf any of myne Acquayntaunce I coulde se But none was there except perchaunce that he By age or death or payne was chaunged quyte As that I neuer had hym knowen by syght Wyth folowing that great kyng in that houre That is the grounde and cause of all dolowre Thus all astonied as I loked here and there All sodenly afore me then dyd there appeare A shadowe much more sadde for to regarde Than all the reste that I had sene or harde This sayd shadowe called me by name And sayd by loue is gotten all this fame Whereat I marueyled and sayde to hym agayne How knowest thou me to learne I wold be faine For who thou arte I doo not knowe at all So wonderous derke is here this ayre and all That I can nether perceaue nor yet well se What man thou art nor whence y t thou should be To that anone this shadowe to me sayde I am thy frende thou nedest not be dismayde And borne in Toscane where y u was borne perdye Thyne auncient frende if that thou lyst to se His wordes whiche that I knewe by dayes paste By his speche I knewe hym at the last All though his face I coulde not then well se And thus in talkyng together went we And he beganne and thus to me dyd saye It is right longe and thereto many a day That I haue loked the my frynde to se Amonge vs here in this our companye For thy face was to me a token playne That ones thou shouldest know loues payne To whome I made aunswere and sayde These wordes by me they cannot be denayde But the sorowe the daunger and the dreade That louers haue at the ende for theyr meade So put me in feare that I left all asyde Leste that my seruyce should be cleane denyde Thus sayd I and when he well perceyued Myne entention and my wordes conceyued Smylynge he sayde what flame of fyre Hath loue kyndled in thy hartys desyre I vnderstode then lytle what he ment For his wordes vnto my heade then went As fyrme and fast sure set anone As they had bene prynted in a marbell stone And thus for the newe game that I begane I prayde hym tell me of verie gentlenes than What people these were that afore me went He aunswered bryfely to myne intente That I should knowe what they should be And be shortly one of theyr companye And that it was my destany and lotte That loue shoulde tye for me such a knotte That I shoulde fyrst chaunge my heade to graye Or that I coulde vnclose that knot away But to fulfyll thy yonge desyre sayth he I shall declare what kynde of men they be And fyrst of the capteynes of them all His maner playne declare the I shall This is he that loue the worlde doth name Bytter as thou shalt well conceyue the same And much the more when the tyme shall be That thou shalt be amonge this companie A meke chylde in his lustye yonge age And in elde one all full of rage Well knoweth he that thys hath prouyd When thou by hym art heaued and shoued Thy selfe shall well see and vnderstand What a maister thou hast then in hande This god hath his fyrst byrth of ydelnes Noryshed with mankyndes foly and wantones And of vayne thoughtes plesaunt and swete To a sage wyse man nothynge mete Callyd a god of the people most vayne All be it he geueth for theyr rewarde and payne Some the death forthwyth out of hande Some alonge tyme in miserye to stand To loue I say them that loues not hym Fast tyed and fetred both cheke and chynne Nowe haue I declared to the this goddes feste Nowe wyl I tell the in order of the reste Hym that thou seest that so lordely doth go And leadeth wyth hym his loue also It is the valeaunte Cesar Iulius Wyth hym is quene Cleopatra the beutiouse She tryumphes of hym and that is good ryghte That he that ouercame the worlde by myght Should hymselfe ouer commen be By his loue euen as thou mayest se The next vnto hym is his sonne deare The great Augustus that neuer had peare That louyde more iustly then Cesar playne By request hys Lynya he dyd obtayne The thyrde is the dyspytefull tyraunte Nero That furyously as thou seest doth go And yet a woman hym ouercame Wyth her regardes Lo she made hym tame Beholde the same is the good Marcus Worthy to haue prayse for his lyfe vertuouse Full of phylosophy both the tounge and breste Yet for Fausteyn he standeth as arreste The tother two that stand hym by That loke both twayne so fearefullye The tone is Denyse the tother Alexander That well was rewarded for his s●●aunder The tother was he that soore complayned Under Autander wyth teares vnfayned The death of Crensa and toke awaye The loue from hym as the poete doth saye That toke from Enander his sone deare Among the rest thou mayest se hym here Hast thou harde euer reason heretofore Of one that neuer would consent more To hys stepmothers foull and shamefull desires But flye from her syght and her attyres But wo alas that same chast honest mynde Was his death as thou mayst playnely fynde Because she chaunged hyr loue vnto hate Phedra she hyght that caused the debate And yet was it hyr owne Death also A sore punyshment vnto both them two To the sens that deceyued Adryan Wherefore it is full often founde than That one that blameth another parde He hym selfe is more to blame then he And who so he be wythouten any doubte That by fraude or crafte doth go aboute Another that trusteth hym for to beguyle Yt is good reason that wyth that selfe wyle He be seruyd wyth that same

loues woo and payne That it semeth my harte wolde brest in twayne She knoweth this and so well knowe I Be thou the Iudge and thynk I do not lye Thus loste I my dere hope and luste To kepe my fayth and not to be vniuste Unto my Scipio nowe seke yf thou may Yf thou caust se in all this great arraye Or ells perceaue in all this louers daunce So wonderfull and so straunge a chaunce Wyth these wordes that he declared to me Calling to minde as I myght playnely se The hoote fyery loue betwixt them twayne My harte euen there so relentyde playne As doth the snowe agaynst the feruent sonne When that his beames to sprede he hath begonne And this as these twayne passed by I harde her say and that right hastely This felowe pleased me nothing at all I am determined ye and euer shall To hate hym and all his nacion When that I harde her speake of this facion I sayd Sophonisba I praye the be in peace For bryfelye the truth to the to reherse Two times the Romaynes thy cartage oppressed That as theyr subiectes to be they all confessed The thirde tyme they destroyde it cleane That nowe vnneth thereof is nothyng sene Sophonisba answered to me agayne With short wordes and in great disdaine Yf Aufrike wept Italie had no nede For to make bost of theyr lucky spede Aske those that your hystoryes do wryte For they the trueth of both perties do endite Thus they went both together in fere Among the great prease here and there Smiling and talkyng that I ne might No more of them haue after that a sight Then as one that at aduenture doth ride To knowe the right way on euery syde Nowe standeth nowe goeth nowe hyeth a pase Euen so my fancye at that time it was Doubtefull and desyring to knowe by proue Howe faruently these twayne dyd loue Tyll at the last as I cast myne eye Upon the lyft hande I sawe me by One that had this straunge effecte To seme angry because he dyd abiecte His wyffe which he loued aboue all other By pytie to geue her to a nother And reioysed much so for to doo And all together as louers they dyd goo Talkynge of this merueylouse case And of Syrya that countre where it was I drue me nere to these spirites thre That were aboute as farre as I can see To haue gone from thense another way And to the first of them thus dyd I say I pray you sayde I a whyle for to abyde A none the fyrste he dyd cast his heade asyde When that he harde me speake Italyan And wyth a ryght angrye countenaunce than He stode styll and streyght began to tell That which I thought to be a great maruell Thou desyrest my frende to knowe sayeth he What I am and what that I should be I am Selencus brifely to discus And this afore the is my sonne Antiocus Which had great warre with y e Romaines nation But right agaynste fierce hath no dominion This woman that thou sest was fyrst my wyfe And after was his for to saue hys lyfe It was then ●efull for vs so to doe Her name is Stratonica she was called so And oure chaunce by loue was thus deuyded And vnder this facyon the matter was guyded My sonne was contented to release to my hande His great kyngdome and all his large lande I vnto hym my loue and lady deare When that I sawe hym for to chaung his chere And day by daye to drawe vnto the death So that vnneth he myght not drawe his breath I maruayled muche what the cause shoulde be Secretely my wyfe for trueth loued he That not disclosinge his wofull payne My dere sonne by loue was well nere slayne And had ben deade but that the wyse phisician Disclosed to me the very cause than Of all his sycknes whiche he kept close Surely this came of a vertuouse purpose And of a wonderous fatherly pytie of me Sayinge these wordes awaye went he So that I coulde vnneth bydde hym farewell And this was all that then he dyd me tell After that the shadowe thus was gone Syghynge and sadde I made great mone Because I myght not to hym disclose my hart But styll as I stode thus musynge aparte I knowe that Zerzes the great kynge of Perce Whiche ledde an Army as hystories reherce Of men innumerable had neuer such a sort As there was of louers barrayne of comforte So that myne eyes coulde not well suffyse To se theyr straunge fashyons and theyr guyse Uaryable of tounges and of so dyuers landes That amonge a thousand one that there standes I knewe not theyr person nor theyr name Nor yet in hystorye coulde descryue the same Parseus was one and fayne I woulde desyre Howe Andromeda dyd hyr selfe so attyre That although she blacke were pardie Borne in Ethiope that whote countrie yet her fayre eyne and her cryspe heare This Parseus harte in loue so dyd steare That as his loue the virgyn dyd he take And neuer after dyd that mayde forsake There was also the folysh louer playne That loued his owne pycter vayne That therby vnwysely he was brought to death And after as the hystorye playnly sayth He was conuerted by the diuine power Unto a fayre goodly pleasaunt flower Without for to brynge any frute at all And by hym emong these louers thrall Was she that was turned vnto a stone And now aloude doth aunswer euery one When she is called with voyce clere Next vnto this Ecco that dyd appeare Was yphys that had her selfe in hate Wyth other dyuers in a full pyteouse state Whiche were to longe theyr names for to reherse Eyther in prose or elles in ryme or verse But yet of some I wyll declare and tell Of Alcione and Ceice that loued so well That loue they had so ioyned for euer That nothynge could make them to disseuer Nowe clepyng now kyssynge as they dyd flye Serchynge the kyngedome of Esperye Now restynge together on a salte stone And by the Sea theyr nestes to make alone And I sawe also amonge that great route As here and there I loked me about The cruell doughter of kynge Nysus With flyght she fledde which is maruelouse Allauta was amonge them in the presse With theyr gay golden apples doubtles She was vanquyshed yea and ouercome By Hyppomone lo this is all and some Glad he semed to haue had the vyctory And amonge the other of this companye I sawe Atys and Galathea in his lappe And Poliphemon with greate noyse and clappe And Glanco shouynge amonge the sorte Crying for his loue without comforte Carmenite and Pico of Italy sometyme kynge Turne to a byrde which was a meruelouse thing There sawe I also Egeria complayne Because Syllayn was turned certayne Into a greate harde rocke of stone Whiche in the sea maketh many to mone Amonge the other that I haue rehearsed Was Cauase by hyr father oppressed In the tone hande a penne dyd she holde A sworde in

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