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A00823
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Sir Francis Drake his honorable lifes commendation, and his tragicall deathes lamentation.
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Fitz-Geffry, Charles, 1575?-1638.
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river leave his former place Teaching his streames to runne an uncouth race How could a simple current him withstand Who all the mightie Ocean did command Now Plymmouth great in nothing save renowne And therein greater far because of DRAKE Seemes to disdaine the title of a towne And lookes that men for cittie should her take So prowd her patrons favour doth her make As those whom princes patronage extold Forget themselves and what they were of old Her now-bright face once loathsomly defilde He purg'd and clensed with a wholesome river Her whom her sister-citties late revilde Vp-brayding her with her unsavory savor DRAKE of this opproby doth now deliver That if all Poets pens conceald his name The waters glide should still record the same Now Fame the Queene of immortalitie Sommons my Muse from home-atchieved praise Abandoning all partialitie A fatall sinne to Poets now adaies Her leaden-winged crest aloft to raise And soare in famous DRAKES memoriall About the compasse of this earthly ball Honour enmoves her to attempt the flight And wave her feathers unneath taught to flie But faint despaire doth urge her feeble might That durst not yet her home-bred nest out-prie About the world to soare audaciouslie Honour replies that if shee chance to faile The brave attempt the shame shall countervaile bound on an high adventure shee intends To tell the world that all the world can tell How all the triple earth's unbounded ends And landes where no inhabitants do dwell Where darke obscuritie still keepes his cell Whereas the sunne dares scarce appearance make Have heard and seene the fame of famous DRAKE Whose heaven-affecting thoughts could not remaine Confin'd within the confines of the earth But still contended higher to attaine Since that the stars portended at his birth His praises plentie neu'r should feele a dearth But growe to that high exaltation Of all the worlds peregrination A GOLDEN-HYNDE led by his art and might Bare him about the earth's sea-walled round With un-resisted Roe-out-running flight While Fame the harbinger a trumpe did sound That heaven and earth with echo's did abound Echo's of DRAKES high praise praise of his name Name royalis'd by worth worth rais'd by fame Heart-stealing Homer marrow of the Muses Chiefe grace of Greece best pearle of poetrie Drowner of soules with arts ore-whelming sluces Embellished with Phoebes lunary Deck't with the Graces rich embroyderie Sweete hony-suckle whence all Poets sp'rites Sucke the sweete honie of divine delightes Cease to solemnize Anticleas son That famous Ithacensian roavers praise Who greate Achilles armes from Aiax won His hard adventures and his weary waies His wandring pilgrimages through the seas His dangerous travels and his ten yeeres toyles Discovering new-found lands and vncoth soyles First how he bare himselfe ten yeeres at Troie And slew by skill the two Dardanian spyes How from his foes he ravished with ioy Their tall Palladium by quaint pollicies Where Priams hart and hope and helpe relyes Then how he spent ten other yeeres at sea Before to Ithaca he found the waie Rase forth his name out of the Odysses Be hee no more the subiect of thy verse But let thy Muse record DRAKES worthines And in Vlysses lieu his fame rehearse That far beyond Vlysses fame did pearse Searching the confines of this earthy round And provinces that carst were never found Tell how he bare the round world in a ship A ship which round about the world he bare Whose saile did winged Eurus flight out-strip Scorning tempestuous Bore as stormy dare Discrying uncouth coasts and countries rare And people which no eie had ever seene Save Daies faire goldē Eie Nights bright Queene Tell how he hath escaped warilie Loud-barking Sylla's ever-howling dogs And seal'd his eares and lips up charilie Gaynst Syrens songs and Circes poisned drugs That metamorphose men to uglie hogs Nor Syrens songs nor Circes drugs he feares Vertue had lock'd his lips art seal'd his eares Tell how he pass'd Charybdis whirle-poole waves Whereas two mightie roaring chanels meere To swallow ships and make their wombe their graves And cause their high-top't masts the gravell greete Tell how Caphareûs could not hurt his fleete Neither the straights nor quick-sands him amated Nor waves nor windes his valour once abated Homer tell how but ah how canst thou tell Homer how DRAKE to purchase glorye wonted Since that sweete sp'rite that in thy soule did dwell And that sweete soule sweete above all soules counted Longe since to soules sweete paradise is mounted Wher thou with DRAKE to saints dost sing DRAKES praise Heere we bewaile his losse our deepe disease O thou so high renowned for thy art In memorizinge base atchivements don By one that bare a fearefull hares faint hart While subtle foxes heade his credit won O had thy Muse once shin'd with DRAKES bright sun Or had thy golden verse his praise recounted Homer himselfe had Homer far surmounted Thy glorie DRAKE would more have glorified His travell eased thee that eased it In him thy selfe thou hadst historified His fame would raise thy Muse that raised it His name would praise thy verse that praised it That after-ages should a question make Wheth'r DRAKE grac'd Homer more or Homer DRAKE Marke how a civet-smellinge damaske rose In laurel-leaved garland quaintlie placed Yelds bewtie to the baie where best it shoes And nether by the other is defaced But graceth that wherewith it selfe is graced So each the other should more famous make DRAKE Homer should adorne and Homer DRAKE The fierie-sparkling precious Chrysolite Spangled with gold doth most transplendent shine The pearle grac'd by the ring the ring by it The one the others bewtie doth refine And both together bewties both combine The iewell decks the golden haire that weares it Honour decks learning that with honour rears it Valour and art are both the sonnes of Jove Both brethren by the father not the mother Both peeres without compare both like in love But art doth seeme to be the elder brother Because he first gave life unto the other Who afterward gave life to him againe Thus each by other doth his life retaine Art is nobilities true register Nobilitie arts champion still is sayde Learning is fortitudes right calender And fortitude is learnings Saint ayde Thus if the ballances twixt both be way'd Honour shields learning from all iniurie And learning honour from blacke infamy Why should Vlysses be oppos'd to DRAKE DRAKE that Vlysses worth exceld so farre As Hyperion's golden chariots slacke Surmounts his silver sisters two-wheel'd carre Or as her planet doth the smallest starre DRAKE did Vlysses worth exceede so farre As sun exceedes the moone the moone each starre Vlysses was constrain'd to go to Troye DRAKE unconstrain'd except constrain'd by fame Vlysses fayning fury fayne would staye A heavenly fury DRAKES minde did inflame To purchase glory to Elysa's name He mad among his friends milde with his foes But DRAKE was mild to them and mad with those Both left their ladyes fayre
the antique age There hath he bene and made eternall light Where but for him had bene eternall night Plung'd in the Ocean of perplexities With waves of death and windes of black despaire Amid the Scyllas of uncertainties With sourges of sad death and drery feare Which to the skies their billowes oft did reare Scorne-fortune DRAKE by fortunes rage was borne The more she rag'd the more he did her scorne Where dismall dread and agonizinge deathe Hovers about them with their hellish wings Still threatning to intoxicate their breath And stop the conduicts of the vitall springs That nutrimentall spirites to them brings Even in the laws of death did valor beare him That death himself might know DRAKE did not fear him O heavens why take you that which late you gave O seas why hold you him that once held you O earth how hast thou miss'd that thou did'st crave O England how art thou bereft thy due O unto whom wilt thou for comfort sue To earth why that's partaker of thy mone To heavens ah they with-hold that is thine owne O now descend my ever-mourning Muse Downe from the by-cliffe of thy sisters mount Forsake Cytheron nor frequent the use Of th' amber weeping Pegase-hoofe-made fount Now prune thy wings aloft thou maist not mount Sighe forth the humble modell of thy woe For ioie ascends but sorrow sings below Now chaunge thy winter-scorning lawrell boughes That made thy temples swell with mounting braine And with sad cypresse all begirt thy browes The drerie ensignes of ensuing paine Sad presentations of a tragicke vaine In whose broade leaves spectatours cies maie see The deepe-grav'd characters of extasie Now leave Pernassus heaven-aspiring mountaine For sad Avernus hel-depressed plaines Leave Aganippes hony-bubling fountaine Whereby the Muses Chorus still remaines And to the waters warble forth their straines Leave Aganippe for the Stygian lake And for the fiendes the Muses songs forsake In steede of Helicons greene-varnisht grove Walke in the silent shade of Erebus In steede of Ida where the ladies strove Before the braine-sicke sonne of Priamus Frequent the bloomy walkes of Taenarus Weare sable Heben for the springing bay Chaunge ioies aucoutrements for griefes aray Sorrow be thou my Muse sadnesse my song And death the subiect that I versifie The destinies despight and fortunes wronge Is that which now I must historifie In silent cell of sad Melancholie My Heben pen shall poure out ynkie teares That he maie weepe that reades he sigh that heares But that which Jove and destinie hath don Men may lament but never disanull And they that checke me for presumption When love constrain'd me write though I were dull Blaming presumption must praise love at full And easilie the fault may be redressed Where love and dutie only have transgressed Now was the mon'the that olde Sextilis name Chaung'd by the Roman Senates sage decree And gloryinge so to innovate the same To have himselfe new-christ'ned did agree Proud that Augustus god-father should bee While Ceres clad him in a mantle fayre Of bearded corne still quavering with the ayre When as a royall fleete with ioyfull mindes O how mishap is neerest still to ioy Daringe their hopes and lives to sea and windes Two trustlesse treasurers full of annoye Did toward the westerne Indes their course imploy Whose guide to DRAKE HAWKINS was assign'd When they went forth ô who would stay behinde Whether to win from Spaine that was not Spaines Or to acquite us of sustained wronge Or intercept their Indian hoped gaines Thereby to weaken them and make us stronge Heere to discusse to me doth not belong Yet if griefe maie saie truth by natures lawes Ill was th' effect how good so-ere the cause Now are they on the seas resolv'd to proove The mercie of a mercie-wanting wave England behinde them lies there lies their love Before them and about them aire they have And sometime foggie mists their sight bereave Beneath them seas above them skies they finde Seas full of waves skies threatning stormes winde O Neptune never like thy selfe in shew Inconstant variable mutable How dost thou Proteus-like thy forme renew O whereto is thy change imputable O whereunto art thou best suteable Rightly the moone predominateth thee For thou art all as changeable as shee Thus still ambiguous twixt feare and hope Feare in the stormes and hope in calmer tide Passing saint Michaels promontorie toppe At length the bay of Portingale they spi'de Where not determining long time t' abide Againe they venter on their daungers source And to the Grand Canaries bend their course Now passe in silence ô my drouping pen So manie famous townes and ports past by Some tooke some burnt some unassaulted then As that Port Rico place of miserie Where ô great HAWKINS brave CLIFFORD lie The taking of the citty Hatch conceale Nor many other brave attempts reveale Only two base ignoble places tell Famous for nothing but for death and dreade Where ô that which my Muse lamentes befell The stages where our tragedie was plaide Th' one Scudo th' other Portabella saide Both to be rased out of memorie But for memoriall of this tragedie O wherefore should so manie famous places Worthie eternall memorie and fame Be heere conceal'd unworthy such disgraces And these two should be registred by name Though meritorious of eternall blame But some are sometime named to their shames And therefore must I tell these places names Whether of both was in the greatest fault I know not nor I care not much to knowe Far deeper passions now my minde assault Thus much I know ô that I knew not so Both iointlie ioin'd to aggravate our woe Since he on whom his countries hope relied At Scudo sickned at Portbella died Accursed Ile whose life-impoys'ning aire Intoxicates his sanctified breath But most accursed port that did impaire That flesh compacted of the purest earth And made the same a sacrifice to death O let them languish in eternall night That did extinguish earths faire-shining light O let these places be earth's dismall hell Th' inhabitants eternall-tortur'd ghosts The snaky-hayred Furies loathsome cell Swarming with fiends and damned spirites hoasts And palpable thick fogs infect the coasts And bee this never-ending purgatorie A place of pennance for DRAKES wofull story O soule exhale out of thy deepest center The sorrow-sobbing sighes of extasie O let thy voice heavens territories enter Breathe forth into the aires concavitie The dismall accents of thy tragedie Call heaven and earth to witnesse of thy woe How that thy griefe doth heaven and earth oreflowe O let our clamours to the skies repaire O let our smoake-exhalinge breaths enfold A mightie cloud of sighes amid the aire Like vapours in the element enrold By Sol's attractive powre expellinge cold Till being dissolv'd they shal on earth againe Powre downe a deluge of teare-showring raine Now dusky clouds have overcast the sunne That latelie bright translucent splendour shed In radiant rayes that from his beames did runne Into earth's