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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
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

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

Oute for to gette there I was so blynde One remedye at the leaste there I founde Whyles that I was in loue thus bounde My wytte on hyghe thynges was euermore set To knowe what loue is whiche was so great That I therby coulde well discerne What was to be done in suche harme And thus hauynge great compassion Of suche that were in loues pryson My harte relented euen as doth the snowe Agaynst the hoote Sonne ye may me trowe Merueylynge to se so many noble men To be in so darke a pryson there and then None otherwyse but as one that doth se A pycture well made in conformyte Goeth the foote forwarde it for to espye And yet loketh backwarde with his eye So at that tyme I loked all aboute To consydre this greate companye and route ¶ The ende of the Tryumphe of Loue. ¶ The excellent Tryumphe of Chastitie WHen that I sawe euyn afore my face In one tyme and in one Selfe place The hyghe god that reigneth aboue And men mortall subdewede also by loue By theyr example and by there great ●all Some profyte to my selfe then dyd I call And some comeforte it was also to me Euen as other were I for to be When Phebus a god was taken in that lure And the yonge Leader a man pure Both twayne strycken wyth loues darte And Iuno and Dydo lasyd with that parte Not that Dydo that men doth wryte That for Eneas wyth death was dyte But that noble Lady true and iuste For Sychen her ioye and hartes luste I ought not to morne thoughe that vnware I were taken in loues craftie snare Being but a very yonge man of age For to be vanquished wyth such a rage And yf that my Lady that I loue best Wyll not with loue in no wyse be opprest But be mine enemies in such a thyng I haue no cause of great mournyng For as muche as I do call to mynde What hurt by that that she should fynde I knowe also that by her reason She doth so guyde her in eche season That loue by her is so abatyd That it doth seme this god is hatyd Which when that loue dyd playnely se He was so chafed trust ye well me That the lyghtnyng that falles from the skye And beryth downe all euen by and by Nor the lyon soo woode in his rage So assayde not that tyme for to assuage Wyth all his argumentes that he coulde make This Lady I reason of prysoner to take Nor she agayne I say for her parte When that she well and wisely dyd aduert What Cupyde was aboute wyth her to do The whurling wind flieth not so faste so As she agaynst hym wyth vertue went Tolet this great god of his intent What should I say Etna that hyll That boyleth and burneth euermore still Maketh not a more terrible soune When that Enchelado would shake it downe Nor Sylla nor Carrybdys when angry they be Then loue assayde you may trust me To wyne my Lady in suche wyse When that he sawe hyr loue dyspyse Eche man there drue hymselfe aparte The great horrible stryfe for to aduert Up to a place that were meruelously hye To loke to what ende this should applye Thys god that the vanquer as is tolde Of mortall men both of yonge and olde Toke in his ryght hand Arrowe sharpe and kene And in the tother a bowe bryght and shene And drewe it vp this Lady to feare In great hast and anger vp to his eare And this dyd he in such great violence That a Leoparde that maketh pretence The fugytyfe hart for to cache and take Coulde not more hasty haste make Then loue dyd wyth his fyery face This fayre Lady with craft to compase I that sawe the maner and the guyse Was soore moued in double wyse Pyte ferde me lest that I shoulde se So swete a Creature vanquished for to be Desyre agayne would haue be gladde That I my purpose myght then haue hadde But vertue that with the good is euer Shewed at that tyme that he dyd neuer Forsake hym that hym doth truste This fayre Lady my hartes luste When she dyd se the stroke at hande Was neuer mayster that doth withstand In the shyppe on the parlouse Rocke to fall Then she that then and forth with all Dyd awaye from loues stroke glyde Wyth such a honestie one euery parte and syde Which then apperyd in her swete face That loues fyery darte had there no place I that stode styll with wonderouse sadde entent To se wher vnto this matter went Hopyng the vyctorie to me should fall And that I shulde he hyrse hole and all As one that hath or he would speake Wrytten in hys heade and harte eke What he wolde say euen so do I Thynke to say euen by and by My lorde yf that you wynne the fyelde Bynde me with her for I doo yelde And let me neuer from her depart Whyles that the lyfe is in my harte And yf that vnworthy that I be To be with this Lady in company All though for euer in loue I dure Here styll wyth you do tye me sure Whyles that I mynded thus for to saye She loked on me that moste swete may Wyth such a graue and a wyse sadde chere That for to speake it I dreade and feare For I not onely that haue smale wytte But that man also for to declare it That had the moste excellent wytte and reason Should haue marueyled at that tyme season For this loues golden and fyery shafte Euen by it selfe there it fell aparte Seyng the honestie as I haue here tolde In my loues breste that then was colde So that Camilla that fayre ladye gent That with the lyfte brest to battell went Nor Cesar in Tessalia agaynst Pompeus Was nothyng to speake of so Ualerouse As she was agaynst loue there and than That euery stronge shielde breake it can Armed was she with all her route With vertues compassed all about O what a gloryouse bande there was That agaynst loue with hyr dyd passe Twayne and twayne and hande in hande This noble army together dyd stande Honestie and shamefastnesse they went before A great gyfte of God for euermore That made this Lady for to shewe and shyne Not lyke no mortall but lyke deuyne Wyt and sobernes folowed the trace Well set in hyr harte without arrace And perseueraunce came with the reste Whiche kept her honour not to be opprest Fayre entreatynge was not behynde Nor clemesse nor curtesy that is so kynde Purytie of heart and feare of shame Was there in presence loue to tame Olde wyse thoughtes in a yonge tender age And gratiouse concorde all fury to asswage And beuty lacked not with a chast clene thoughte All these agaynst loue my Lady broughte With the fauoure of heauen that halpe therto And the blessed holy saynetes ayde also That vnneth my syght coulde well susteyne To se suche a company in that playne There sawe I this felowshyp take the spoyle A thousande palmes in that