must Be torturde with the racke of his owne frame For he that holds no faith shall finde no trust But sowing wrong is sure to reape the same Idem Cunning sinne being clad in vertues shape Flies much reproofe and many stormes doth scape D. Lodge Place for people people place and all for sinne decay vv vvarner To punish sinne is good it is no nay They wrecke not sinne but merit wrecke for sinne The fathers fault that wreake vpon the kin M. of M. The sinne to which a man by loue is driuen So much rhe rather ought to be forgiuen S. I. H. Slaunder Her face was vgly and her mouth distort Foming with poyson round about her gils In which her cursed tongue full sharpe and short Appeard like Aspes sting that closely kils Or cruelly does wound whom so she wils A distaffe in her other hand she had Vpon the which she litle spins but spils And faine to weaue false tales and leasings bad To throw amongst the gods which others had dispred Ed. Sp. Her nature is all goodnesse to abuse And causelesse crimes continually to frame With which she guiltlesse persons may abuse And stole away the crowne of her good name Ne euer knight so bold ne euer dame So chaste and loyall liu'd but she would striue With forged cause them falsly to defame Ne euer thing was done so well aliue But she with blame would blot and of due praise depriue Idem All like the stings of Asps that kill with smart Her spightfull words do pierce and wound the inner part Idem Foule canker of faire vertuous action Vile blaster of rhe fresh bloomes here on earth Enuies abhorred child detraction I. Marston Happie is he that liues in such a sort That need not feare the tongues of false report E. of S. The vulgar tongues are armed euermore With slaunderous brute to blemish the renowne Of vertuous dames which though at first it spring Of slender cause yet doth it swell so fast As in short space it filleth euery eare With swift report of vndeserued blame G. Gascoigne It euer hath bene knowne They other vertues scorne that doubt their owne S. Daniell No plaister heales a deadly poysoned sore No secret hid where slaunder keepes the dore M. Drayton Against bad tongues goodnesse cannot defend her Those be most free from faults they least will spare But prate of them whom they haue scantly knowne Iudging their humours to be like their owne S. I. H. Slaunder once set on foot though false is talkt in euery street VV. VVarner No wound with warlike hand of enemie Inflict with dint of sword so sore doth light As doth the poysonous sting which infamie Infuseth in the name of noble wight It neuer can recured be againe Ne all the skill which that immortall spright Of Podalyrius did in it retaine Can remedie such hurts such hurts are hellish paine Ed. Sp. A sprightly wit disdaines detraction I. Marston Backbiting pens and pens that sooth vp sinne â—nuious the one th' other clawbacks binne I. Syl. Sleepe Amidst a darke thicke wood there is a caue Whose entrance is with Iuie ouerspread They haue no light within nor none they craue â—ere Sleepe doth couch her ouerdrowsie head â—nd sloath lies by that seemes the goute to haue â—nd Idlenes not so well taught as fed â—hey point forgetfulnes the gate to keepe â—hat none come out or in to hinder Sleepe â—he knowes no meanes of men ne none will learne â—heir messages she list not vnderstand She knowes no busines doth her concerne Silence is Sentinell of all this band And vnto those he comming doth discerne To come too neere he beckens with his hand He treadeth soft his shooes are made of felt His garment short and girded with a belt S. I. H. By care lay heauie sleepe the couzen of death Flat on the ground and still as any stone A very corps saue yeelding forth a breath Small keepe tooke he whom fortune frownd on Or whom she lifted vp into the throne Of high renowne but as a liuing death So dead aliue of life he drew the breath M. Sack A drowsie head to earth by dull desire Draws downe the soule that should to heauen aspire Writing these later lines wearie well-nie Of sacred Pallas pleasing labour deare Mine humble chin saluteth oft my brest With an Ambrosian deawe mine eies possest By peece-meale close all moouing powers die still From my dull fingers drops my fainting quill Downe in my sloath-bound bed againe I shrinke And in darke Laethe all deepe cares I sinke I. Syl. Solitarinesse Sweete solitarie life thou true repose Wherein the wise contemplate heauen aright In thee no dread of warre or worldly foes In thee no pompe seduceth mortall sight In thee no wanton eares to winne with words Nor lurking toies which silly life affords D.L. Souldiers O Souldiers enuie neere ally to Kings Maiesticke humour carefull iealous thought Thou which awak'st vs from ignoble things A passion nearest to a godhead brought Onely indefinite to whom none brings Limit or bound thou greater then our thought Who holds thee holds a power to make him able Who looses then becomes most miserable I. Mark None is so poore of sence and eine To whom a souldier doth not shine G. Chap. No elegancie can bewtifie A shamelesse lumpe of gluttonie His heart sweete Cupids tents reiects That onely meate and drinke affects O Flora all mens intellects Know souldiers power such respects Meere helpes for need his minde sufficeth Dull sleepe and surfets he despiseth Loues trumpe his temples exerciseth Courage and loue his life compriseth Idem Soule He that spread the skies And fixt the earth first form'd the soule in man This true Prometheus first made men of earth And shead in him a beame of heauenly fier Now in their mothers wombes before their birth Doth in all sonnes of men their soules inspire And as Minerua is in fables fainde From Ioue without an other to proceed So our true Ioue without an others aide Doth daily millions of Mineruaes breed I Dauies Like as the sunne aboue the light doth bring Though we behold it in the aire belowe So from the eternall light the soule doth spring Though in the body she her powers do showe Idem The soule a substance and a body is Which God himselfe doth in the body make Which makes the man or euery man from this The nature of a man and name doth take And though the spirit be to the body knit As an apt meane her power to exercise Which are life motion sense and will and wit Yet she suruiues although the body dies Shee is a substance and a reall thing Which hath it selfe an actuall working might Which neither from the senses power doth spring Nor from the bodies humours tempered right She is a vine which doth no propping need To make her spread her selfe or spring vpright She is a starre whose beames do not proceed From any sinne but from a natiue light Idem She is
was brought Euen so likewise by death was freedome wrought E. of Surrey Nought is immortall vnderneath the Sun All things are subiect to deaths tyrannie Both clownes kings one selfesame course must run And whatsoeuer liues is sure to die Th. Kyd. Death's alwaies readie and our time is knowne To be at heauens dispose and not our owne Idem The brauest are as blossomes and the longest liuer dies And dead the loueliest creature as the lothsoms carion lies W. Warner Our frailties done are written in the flowers Which flourish now and fade away ere many howres S. Daniell All earthly things be borne To die the death for nought long time may last The sunne his beautie yeelds to winters blast I. H. M. of Magist Is' t not gods deed what euer thing is done In heauen and earth Did not he all create To die againe all ends that was begunne Their times in his eternall bookes of fate Are written sure and haue their certaine date Who then can striue with strong necessitie That holds the world in his still chaunging state Or shun the death ordaind by desteny When houre of death is come let none aske whence or why Ed. Spencer Death amongst all deales equally For hee 's impartiall and with one selfe hand Cuts off both good and bad none can withstand Ch. Middleton Death certaine is to all the prouerbe saith Vncertaine is to all the houre of death S. I. Harr. Transl Pale fearefull death with bloudy dart doth strike The wretched caitiffe and the king alike Vntimely neuer comes the lifes last meere In cradle death may rightly claime his debt Straight after birth is due the fatall beere By deaths permission th' aged linger heere Euen in the swath-bands our commission goeth To loose thy breath that yet but yoongly bleweth I. H. Mir. of M. All musicke sleepes where death doth lead the daunce Ed. Spencer Let nature for perfection mould a paragon each way Yet death at last on finest lumps of liuing flesh wil pray For nature neuer framed it that neuer shall decay VV. VVarner Fatall death the emperor of graues I. Markham Death is the key which vnlockes miserie And lets them out to blessed libertie M. Drayton All is but lost that liuing we bestowed If not well ended at our dying day O man haue mind of that last bitter rage For as the tree doth fall so lies it euer lowe Ed. Spencer No feare of death should force vs to do ill Th. Kyd. When for feare of an ensuing ill We seeke to shorten our appointed race Then t is for feare that we our selues do kill So fond we are to feare the worlds disgrace Idem Happie thrice happie who so lost his breath That life he gaineth by his godly death Vnwise and wretched men to weet what 's good or ill We deeme of death as doome of ill desert But know we fooles what it vs brings vntill Die would we daily once it too expert No danger there the shepheard can a start Faire fields and pleasant fields there beene The fields aye fresh the grasse aye greene Ed. Spencer This same Which we call death the soules release from woe The worke which bring our blisse to happie frame Sildome arrests the bodie but we finde Some notice of it written in our minde I. Markham The worth of all men by their end esteeme And then due praise or due reproach them yeeld S. Spencer Death is an euill doome To good and bad the common Inne of rest But after death the triall is to come When best shall be to them that liued best But both alike when death hath both supprest Religious reuerence doth buriall teene Which who so wants wants so much of his rest For all so great shame after death I weene As selfe to dien bad vnburied bad to beene Ed. Spencer Beasts with carelesse steppes to laethe go Where men whose thoughts and honours clime on hie Liuing with fame must learne with fame to die D. Lodge Death but an acted passion doth appeare Where truth giues courage and the conscience cleare M. Drayton Who dies the vtmost dolour must abide But who that liues is left to waile his losse So life is losse and death felicitie Sad life worse then glad death and greater crosse To see friends graue then dead the graue selfe to engrosse Ed. Spencer In wretches sudden death at once There long-some ill is buried with their bones Th. Hudson Transl Death is to him that wretched life doth lead Both grace and gaine but he in hell doth lie That liues a loathed life and wishing cannot die Ed. Spencer Death is most louely sweet and amiable But captiu'd life for foulenesse admirable I. Marston The toongs of dying men Inforce attention like deep harmony Where words are scarce they are sildom spent in vaine For they breath truth that breath their words in paine He that no more must say is lissened more Then they whom youth ease haue taught to glose More are mens ends markt then their liues before The setting sunne and musick at the close As the last tast of sweet is sweetest tast Writ in remembrance more then things long past W. Shakespeare Delaie On the one side doubt on the other sate Delaie Behind the gate that none her might espie Whose manner was all passengers to staie And entertaine with her occasions slie Through which some lost great hope vnheedilie Which neuer they recouer might againe And others quite excluded forth did lie Long languishing there in vnpittied paine And seeking often entrance afterward in vaine Ed. Spencer Daunger growes by lingring till the last And phisicke hath no helpe when life is past Th. Watson Oft things done perhaps do lesse annoy Then may the doing handeled with delay S. Daniell Delaie in close awaite Caught hold on me and thought my steps to stay Faining stil many a fond excuse to prate And time to steale the treasure of mans day Whose smallest minute lost no riches render may Ed. Spencer Times delay new hope of helpe still breeds Idem Fearfull tormenting Is leaden seruitor to dull delay W. Shakespeare He that will stop the brooke must then begin When sommers heat hath dried vp the spring And when his pittering streames are low and thin For let the winter aid vnto them bring He growes to be of watry flouds the king And though you damme him vp with loftie rankes Yet will he quickly ouerflow his bankes R. Greene. Ill newes deferring is a plague as great as an ill newes Ab. Fraunce Delay in loue breeds doubts but sharpe deniall death· W. Shakespeare Intermission suffers men dispute What dangers are and cast with further care Colde doubt cauells with honour scorneth fame And in the end feare waighes downe faith with shame S. Daniel Where hearts be knit what helpes if not in ioy Delay breeds doubts no cunning to be ioy M. D. Delight In things without vs no Delight is sure· G. Chapman A sweete in shape is but a bad Delight D.
dies Loue is all truth lust full of forced lies W. Shakespeare Where whoredome raignes there murder follows fast As falling leaues before the winters blast R. Greene. Lust is a fire and for an houre or twaine Giueth a scorching blaze and then he dies H. C. O deeper sinne then bottomlesse conceit Can comprehend in still imagination Drunken desire must vomit his receit Ere he can see his owne abhomination While lust is in his pride no exclamation Can cure his heate or raigne his rash desire Till like a Iade selfe-will himselfe do tire VV. Shakespeare Lust neuer taketh ioy in what is due But leaues knowne delights to seeke out new S. Daniell In chastitie is euer prostitute Whose trees we loath when we haue pluckt the fruite G. Chapman Eschue vile Venus toyes she cuts off age And learne this lesson of and teach thy friend By pocks death sudden begging harlots end M. of M. The lechars toong is neuer voyd of guile Nor Crocodile wants teares to win his praie The subtillest temptor hath the sweetest stile With rarest musicke Syrens soon'st betraie M. Drayton Lust puts the most vnlawfull things in vre Nor yet in limits euer could be bounded Till he himselfe himselfe hath quite confounded Idem Abandon lust if not for sin yet to auoyd the shame So hogs of Ithacus his men the Latian witch did frame VV. Warner That great Phisition that had liu'd in helth age admirde Did answer askt the cause not he had done as flesh desirde Idem The Spartans war for rapted queene to Ilions ouerthrow The Monarch of Assiria chang'd and Latine kings also For Tarquins lust Idem Each house for lust a harbor and an Inne Each citie is a sanctuary for sinne And all do pitie beautie in distresse If beautie chaste then onely pittilesse M. Drayton Lawes Deriue thy lawes from wisest heads to be vpholden still Not adding or abstracting as conceited tire brains will Encourage good men by thy loue reforme the bad by lawe Reserue an eare for either plea and borrow leaue of awe VV. VVarner In vaine be counsells statutes humaine lawes When chiefe of Councells pleades the iustest cause M. Drayton So constantly the Iudges conster lawes That all agree still with the stronger cause M. of M. Pansamias and Lisander by their swords And warlike vertues made Lacaena rich Fame followed them where they the tents did pitch But graue Licurgus by his lawes and words Did merit more then these renowned Lords D. Lodge Licurgus for good lawes lost his owne libertie And thought it better to prefer common commoditie G. Gascoigne That Lawyer thogh he more by art theÌ„ right doth ouerthrow Consents to sin deceiues the Iudge wroÌ„g right is iustice foe VV. VVarner Libertie Sweete libertie to vs giues leaue to sing What world it was where loue the rule did beare How foolish chaunce by lots rul'd euery thing How errour was maine saile each waue a teare The Mr. loue himselfe deepe sighes weare winde Cares rowd with vowes the ship vnmerry minde False hope as firme oft turn'd the boate about In constant faith stood vp for middle mast Dispaire the cable twisted all with doubt Held griping griefe the piked Anchor fast Bewtie was all the rockes VV. Watson O liberty how much is that man blest Whose happie fortunes do his faâ—es areede That for deserts reioyces to be freede Th. Storer Sweete libertie the lifes best liuing flame I. Markham Our lands may come againe but libertie once lost Can neuer find such recoÌ„pence as counteruails the cost G. Gascoigne Learne freedome and felicitie haukes flying where they list Be kindlier more sound then haukes best tended to the â—ist vv vvarner He liues to die a noble death that life forefreed once spends Idem The name of Libertie The watchword of rebellion euer vsde The idle Eccho of vncertaintie That euermore the simple hath abusde S. Daniell Life All mans life me seemes a Tragedie Full of sad sighes and sore Catastrophes First comming to the world with weeping eie Where all his dayes like dolorous Trophies Are heapt with spoyles of fortune and of feare And he at last laid forth on balefull beare Ed. Spencer Our life is but a step in dustie way S. Phil. Sidney This mortall life as death is tride And death giues life M. Roydon What in this life we haue or can desire Hath time of grow'th and moment of retire D. Lodge Our bodies euery foot-step that they make March toward death vntill at last they die Whether we worke or play or sleep or wake Our life doth passe and with times wings doth flie I. Dauies The life of man a warfare right in body and in soule Resignes his robbed carkasse to be rolled in the mould W. Warner The terme of life is limited Ne may a man prolong or shorten it The souldier may not moue from watchfull stid Nor leaue his stand vntill his captaine bid Ed. Spencer The longer life I wot the greater sin The greater sin the greater punishment Idem Thus passeth with the ouerplus of life The pleasant spring and flower of mortall life The Aprils pompe once subiect to decay Returnes not in the bud that earst was rife Whilest mornings weepe the liuely flower doth bost Then pluck the stalke and let not it be lost D. Lodge The sunne doth set and brings againe the day But when our life is gone we sleepe for aye Th. Ach. Sunne sets and riseth goes downe and quickly reuiueth But mans light once out eternall darknesse abideth Ab. Fraunce All mortall men must from this life be gone Of life and death there are more soules then one The greatest and most glorious thing on ground May often need the helpe of weakest hand So feeble is mans state and life vnsound That in assurance it may neuer stand Till it disordered be from earthly band Ed. Spencer The restlesse life which men here lead May be resembled to the tender plant It springs it sprouts as babes in cradle breed Flourish in May like youthes that wisedome want In Autumne ripe and rots least store waxe scant In winter shrinkes and shrowdes from euery blast Like crooked age when lustie youth is past G. Gascoigne The wicked liuers oftentimes haue wicked ends S. I. H. Life is not lost said she for which is bought Endles renowne that more then death is to be sought Ed. Spencer Better it is for one to liue obscure Then in a publike state to liue vnsure D. Lodge No life is blest that is not grac't with loue B. Ihonson They double life that dead things griefe sustaine They kill that feele not their friends liuing paine G Chapman That life 's ill spar'd that 's spar'd to cast more bloud S. Daniell Loue. Of Loue 's perfection perfectly to speake Or of his nature rightly to define Indeed doth farre surpasse our reasons reach And needs this priest t' expresse his power diuine For long before the world he was yborne And bred aboue in Venus bosome deare For by his
too much hast And with the striuing oft is in such taking As scant a man may yet it out with shaking Idem Sorrow As one that saw in Aprill or in May A pleasant garden full of fragrant flowers Then when the earth new clad in garments gay Decks euery wood and groue with pleasant bowers Comming againe on some Decembers day And sees it mard with winters stormes and showers So did the Court to Bradamant appeare When as she saw Rogero was not there I. Harr. As gorgious Phaebus in his first vprise Discouering now his scarlet-coloured head By troublous motions of the lowring skies His glorious beames with fogs are ouer-spred So are his cheerfull browes ecclipst with sorrow which clowd the shine of his youths smiling morrow M. Drayton Like as when Phaebus darting forth his rayes Glydeth along the swelling Ocean streames And whilst one billow with another playes Reflecteth backe his bright translucent beames Such was the conflict then betwixt our eyes Sending forth lookes as teares do fall and rise Idem Like to a vessell with a narrow vent Which is fild vp with licour to the top Although the mouth be after downeward bent Yet is it seene not to distill a drop Euen thus our breast brimful with pensiue care Stopping our tongues with greefe we silent are Idem As the high Elme when his deare Vine hath twind Fast in her hundred armes and holds imbrast Beares downe to earth his spouse and darling kind If storme or cruell steele the tree downe cast And her full grapes to nought doth bruze and grind Spoyles his own leaues faints withers dies at last And seemes to mourne and die not for his owne But for the death of her that lyes orethrowne So fell he mourning mourning for the dame Whom life and death had made for euer his E. Fairefax As when a foggy mist hath ouer-cast The face of heauen and the cleere ayre ingrost The world in darknes dwells till that at last The watry South-wind from the Sea-bord coast Vp blowing doth disperse the vapours lost And powres it selfe forth in a stormie showre So the fayre Britomart hauing disclost Her cloudy care into a wrathfull stowre The midst of greefe dissolued into vengeance powre Edm. Spen. As a stroke giuen on the righter eye Offends the left euen so by simpathy Her husbands dolours made her hart vnglad And Iudiths sorrowes made her husband sad T. Hudson Dissimulation As when a wearie trauailer that straies By muddy shore of broad seauen-mouthed Nile Vnwitting of the perilous wandring wayes Doth meete a cruell craftie Crocodile vvhich in false greefe hiding his harmefull guile Doth weepe full sore and sheddeth tender teares The foolish man that pitties all the while His mournfull plight is swallowed vp vnwares Forgetfull of his owne that minds anothers cares So wept Duessa vntill euentide Edm. Spencer As cunning singers ere they straine on hie In loude melodious tunes theyr gentle voyce Prepare the hearers eares to harmonie With fainings sweet low notes and warbles choyce So she not hauing yet forgot pardie Her wonted shifts and sleights in Cupids toyes A sequence first of sighes and sobs forth cast To breede compassion deere then spake at last Ed. Fairefax As guilefull Goldsmith that by secret skill vvith golden foyle doth finely ouer-spred Some baser mettle which commend he will Vnto the vulgar for good gold indeed He much more goodly glosse thereon doth shed To hide his falshood then if it were true So hard this Idole was to be ared That Florimell her selfe in all mens view Shee seemd to passe so forged things do fairest shew Edm. Spencer As when two sunnes appeare in th' azure skie Mounted in Phaebus Chariot fierie bright Both darting forth faire beames to each mans eye And both adornd with lamps of flaming light All that behold so strange prodigious sight Nor natures work them gesse nor what to weene Are rapt with wonder and with rare affright So stoode Sir Marinell when he had seene The semblance of this false by this faire beauties queene Idem Loue. As men tormented with a burning feauer Dreame that with drinke they swage their greeuous thirst But when they wake they feele theyr thirst perseuer And to be greater then it was at first So shee whose thoughts frō loue sleepe could not seuer Dreamt of that thing for which she wake did thirst But waking felt and found it as before Her hope still lesse and her desire still more S. I. Harr. The man that dwells farre North hath sildome harme With blast of winters winde or nypping frost The Negro sildome feeles himselfe too warme If he abide within his natiue coast So loue in mee a second nature is And custome makes me thinke my woes are blisse Tho. Watson The Harpie byrds that did in such despight Greeue and annoy old Phineus so sore Were chasde away by Calais in fight And by his brother Zeth for euermore vvho followed vntill they heard on hie A voyce that said ye twins no farther flie Phineus I am that so tormented was My Laura heere I may a Harpie name My thoughts and lusts be sonnes to Boreas Which neuer ceast in following my dame Till heauenly grace sayd vnto me at last Leaue fond delights and say thy loue is past Idem All as the greedy fisher layes his hookes Alongst the coast to catch some mighty fish More for his gaine then wholsome for the dish Of him that buies euen so these sisters braue Haue louers more then honest maydens haue Tho. Hudson As when mightie Macedon had wonne The Monarchie of earth yet when he fainted Greeu'd that no greater action could be done And that there no more worlds was to subdue So loues defects loues conquerour did rue Edm. Spencer Looke as the faire and fiery-poynted sunne Rushing from forth a clowde bereaues our sight Euen so the curtaine drawne his eyes begun To winke beeing blinded with a greater light W. Shakespeare Like as in furie of a dreadfull fight Theyr fellowes being slaine or put to flight Poore souldiours stand with feare of death dead strooken So at her presence all surprizd and tooken Await the sentence of her scornefull eyes He whom she fauours liues the other dies C. Marlow Feare Like as a Hinde forth singled from the heard That hath escaped from a rauenous beast Yet flies away of her owne feete afrayd And euery leafe that shaketh with the least Murmure of windes her terror hath increast So fled fayre Florimell from her vaine feare Edm. Spencer He shakes aloft his Romaine blade Which like a Faulchon towring in the skies Coucheth the foule below with his wings shade Whose crooked beake threats if he mount he dies So vnder his insulting Fauchion lyes Harmelesse Lucretia marking what he tells With trembling feare as foule heares Faulchons bells W. Shakespeare As the poore frighted Deere that stands at gaze Wildly determining which way to flie Or one incompast with a winding maze That cannot tread the way out readily So with
were weake and yoong But thrust them forth still as they waxed old And on her head she wore a tyre of gold Adorn'd with Gems and Owches wondrous faire Whose passing price vnneath was to be told And by her side there sate a gentle paire Of Turtle-doues she sitting in an Iuorie chaire Ed. Spencer Due Charitie in louing doth preferre Her neighbours good fore her vtilitie I. Syluister Transl Who may but will not helpe doth hurt we know and curious they That dribling alms by art disband wel meÌ„t froÌ„ wel done pay And he that questions distresse and doth not help endeuour TheÌ„ he that sees nothing saies or cares is lesse deceauour W. Warner It is a worke of Charitie God knowes The reconcilement of two mortall foes Ch. Middleton Charitie brings forrh but barren seeds And hatred still is sowne in so great store That when the fruites of both came to be reaped The tone is scarce the tother ouerheaped S. I. Harr. Chastitie O Chastitie the chiefe of heauenly lights Which mak'st vs most immortall shape to wearâ— S. Ph. Sidney Chastities attire The vnstained vaile which innocents adorne Th'vngather'd rose defended with the thorne S. Daniel O Charitie the gift of blessed soules Comfort in death a crowne vnto the life Which all the passions of the minde controlles Adornes the maide and bewtifies the wife That grace the which nor death nor time attaints Of earthly creatures making heauenly Saints M. Drayton A Woman cannot take vpon her With bewtie riches nor with hie nobilitie To claime the true deserued praise of honour If Chastitie do faile by her fragilitie This is the vertue that defends her honour S I. Harrington Who doth desire that chaste his wife should bee First be he true for truth doth truth deserue Then he be such as he his words may see And alwaies one credit which her preserue Not toying kind nor causlesly vnkinde Not stirring thoughts nor yet denying right Not spying faults nor in plaine errors blinde Neuer â—ard hand nor euer raines to light As farre from want as farre from vaine exspence Th' one doth enforce th' other doth entice All owe good company but driue from thence All filthy mouthes that glory in their vice This done thou hast no more but leaue the rest To nature fortune time and womans brest S. Ph. Sydney Penelope in spending chaste her daies As worthy as Vlisses was of praise S. I. Harrington Of Christ. The brooser of the serpents head the womans promiz'd seed The second in the Trinitie the foode our soules to feed The vine the light the doore the way the shepheard of vs al Whose manhood ioynd to deitie did raunsome vs from thrall That was and is and euermore will be the same to his That sleeps to none that wakes to him that turns our curse to blis WhoÌ„ yet vnseen the Patriarks saw the Prophets had foretold The Apostles preacht the Saints adord Martyrs do behold The same Augustus Emperor in Palestine was born AmoÌ„gst his own yet his own did curse their blis in scorn W. Warner Augustus quailing Anthonie was Emperour alone In whose vnfoed monarchy our common health was knowne The bruizer of the serpents head the womans promisd seed The second in the Trinitie the foode our soules to feede The vine the light the doore the way the shepheard of vs all The same Augustus Emperor in Palestine was borne AmoÌ„gst his own yet his own did curse their blis in scorn Idem Children Riches of children passe a princes throne Which touch the fathers heart with secret ioy When without shame he saith these be mine owne S. Ph. Sidney This patterne good or ill our children get For what they see their parents loue or hate Their first caught sence prefers to teachers blowes The cockerings cockerd we bewaile too late When that we see our ofspring gayly bent Women man-wood and men effeminate Idem What children apprehend The same they like they followe and amend D. Lodge There is no loue may be compa'rd to that The tender mother beares vnto the childe For euen so much the roote it doth encrease As their griefe growes our contentation cease G. Gas Chaunge All is but fained and which oaker died That euery showre will wash and wipe away All things do Chaunge that vnder heauen abide And after death all friendship doth decay Therefore what euer man bear'st worldly sway Liuing on God and on thy selfe relie For when thou diest all shall with thee die Ed. Spencer All suffer Chaunge our selues new borne euen then begin to die W. Warner The euer Chaunging course of things Runne a perpetuall circle euer turning S. Dan. Change liues not long time fainteth and time mourns Solace and sorrow haue their certaine turnes M. Drayton All Chaunge is perillous and all chaunce vnsound Ed. Spencer Seldome Chaunge the better brought Content who liues with tried state Need feare no Chaunge of frowning Fate But will seeke for vnknowne gaine Oft liues by losse and leaues with paine Idem What doth remaine to man that can continue long What sun caÌ„shine so cleare but clouds may rise amoÌ„g G. Gascoigne No flower is so fresh but frost can it deface No man so snre in any seate but he may loose his place Idem Most true it is as we doo daily proue No good nor ill can stand still at one stay S. I. Harrington The man that of himselfe is most secure Shall finde himselfe most fickle and vnsure Ed. Spencer Men change the ayre but seldome change their care M. Drayton Chaunce What should we thinke of signes they are but haps How may they then be signes of after-claps Doth euery Chaunce foreshew or cause some other Or ending of it selfe extend no further As th'ouerflowing flood some mount doth choake But to his guide some othet flood it yoake So if that signes thy sinnes once ioyne beware Else-whereto Chaunces tend do neuer care M. of M. True it is if fortune light by Chaunce There fortune healpes the boldest to aduance G. Gascoigne Counsaile Sacred Counsaile true heart suppling balme Soule-curing plaister true preseruing blis Water of life in euery sudden qualme The heauens rich store-house where all treasure is True guide by whom foule errors due we mis Night burning-beacon watch against mishaps Foresight auoyding many after claps M. Drayton Euery strawe proues fewell to the fire When Counsell doth concurre with our desire Idem What eld hath tried and seeene good counsell is D. Lodge Counsell still is one When fathers friends and worldly goods are gone Idem Counsell that comes when ill hath done his worst Blesseth our ill but makes our good accurst M. Drayton Vaine sounds of pleasure we delight to heare But Counsell iarres as discord in our eare Idem A King that aimes his neighbours crowne to win Before the fruite of open warres begin Corrupts his Counsell with rich recompences For in good Counsell stands the strength of Princes I. Syl. Transl A Kingdomes greatnesse hardly can he
sway That wholsome Counsell did not first obey M. Dr. Euen as by culling fruitefull Vines encrease So faithfull counsailes worke a Princes peace D. Lodge Concord Concord Mother of blessed peace and friendship true They both her twins both borne of heauenly seed The which her words diuine right well do shewe For strength and wealth and happinesse she lendes And strife and warre and anger does subdue Of little much of foes she maketh frendes And to afflicted mindes sweet rest and quiet sends Ed. Spencer The richest Iewell of all heauenly treasure That euer yet vnto the earth was showne Is perfect Concord th' onely perfect pleasure That wretched earth-borne men haue euer knowne For many hearts it doth compound in one That what so one doth will or speake or doo With one consent they all agree there too I. Dauies By her the heauen is in his course containd And all the world in state vnmoued stands As their almightie maker first ordaind And bound them with inuiolable bands Else would the waters ouerflowe the lands And fire deuoure the water and hell them quite But she them holds with her all-blessed hands She is the nurse of pleasure and delight And vnto Princes grace the gates doth open right Ed. Spencer O blessed concord bred in secret brest Of him that guides the restlesse rolling skie That to the earth for mans assured rest From height of heauens vouchsafest once to flie In thee alone the mightie power doth lie With sweet accord to keep the frowne starres And euery Planet els from hurtfull warres G. Gascoigne Transl When tract of time returnes the lustie Ver By thee alone the buds and blossomes spring The fields with flowers be garnishâ— eu'ry where The blooming trees aboundant leaues do bring The cheerfull birds melodiously do sing Thou doest appoint the crop of sommers seed For mans reliefe to serue his winter need Idem Conscience Within the ports and iawes of hell Sate deep remorse of Conscience all besprent With teares and to her selfe oft would she tell Her wretchednes and cursing neuer stent To sob and sigh but euer thus lament With thoughtfull care as she that all in vaine VVould were and wast continually in paine Her eyes vnstedfast rolling in her head Whurld on ech place as place that vengeance broght So was her mind continually in feare Tossed and tormented with tedious thought Of those detested crimes which she had wrought With dreadfull lookes and cheare throwne to the skie Wishing for death and yet she could not die M. Sackuill So gnawes the griefe of Conscience euermore And in the heart it is so deeply graue That they may neither sleepe nor rest therefore Ne thinke one thought but on the dread they haue Sill to the death sore tosled with the waue Of restlesse woe in terror and dispaire They lead a life continually in feare Idem The feare of Conscience entreth yron walles M. Drayton No armour proofe against the Conscience terror Idem A guiltie conscience neuer is secure Idem No meanes at all to hide Man from himself can find No way to start aside Out from the hell of mind But in himself confinde He still sees sin before And winged footed paine That swiftly comes behind The which is euermore The sure and certain gaine Impietie doth get And wanton boast respect That doth himselfe forget S. Daniell Like to the Deare that striken with the dart Withdrawes himselfe into some secret place And feeling griefe the wound about his hart Startles with pangs till he fall on the grasse And in great feare lies gasping there a space Forth braying sighes as though each pang had brought The present death which he doth dread so oft So we deep wounded with the bloudy thought And gnawing worme that greeu'd our conscience so Neuer tooke ease but as our heart out brought The strained sighes in witnesse of our wo. Such restlesse cares our fault do well be know Wherewith with our deserued fall the feares In euery place rang death within our eares M. Sackuill Loose Conscience is free From all Conscience what els hath libertie As 't pleasd the Thracian Boreas to blow So turnes our weary Conscience too and fro I. Marston Kings but the Conscience all things can defend M. Drayton WheÌ„ as thou feel'st thy coÌ„science toucht with greefe Thy selfe pursues thy selfe both robd and theefe Idem Many with the Conscience of the crime â—n colder blood will curse what they designde And bad successe vpbraiding their ill fact Drawes them that others draw from such an act S. Daniell Craft Deceit Fraud What man so wise what earthly wit so ware As to descry the craftie cunning traine By which Deceit doth maske in vizard faire And cast her colours died deep in graine To seeme like truth whose shape she well can faine And fitting gestures to her purpose frame The guiltlesse mind with guile to entertaine Ed. Spencer Fraud showd in comely cloathes a louely looke An humble cast of eye a sober pace And so sweet speech a man might her haue tooke For him that said haile Mary full of grace But all the rest deformedly did looke As full of filthinesse and foule disgrace Hid vnder long large garments that she ware Vnder the which a poysoned knife she bare S. I. H. Oft Craft can cause the man to make a seeming show Of hart with dolor all distaind where grief doth neueâ— grow S. T. B. Craft wrapt still in many comberments With all her cunning thriues not though it speed S. Daniell Craft findes a key to open euery doore M. Dr. Conquest Who hopes a conquest leaues no conquest sought M. Drayton T is much to conquer but to keep possession Is full as much and if it be not more I. Syluester tranâ— To win the field against our armed foes Is counted honourable any waies Whether it be with pollicie or blowes Yet bloodie conqueÌ„st staines the Captaines praise But chiefest honour doth belong to those Whom fortune to such height of hap doth raise To haue their foes supprest and ouerthrowne With little losse and daring of their owne S. I. Harr. Transl Whereas proud conquest keepeth all in awe Kings oft are forst in seruile yoakes to drawe M. Drayton Country common-weale We must affect our Country as our parents And if at any time we alienate Our loue or industry from doing it honor It must respect effects and touch the soule Matter of conscience and religion And not desire of rule or benefit G. Peele Necessitie enforceth euery wight To loue his natiue seat with all his might A happie quarrell is it and a good For countries cause to spend our dearest blood G. Gascoigne That publike weale must needs to ruine go Where priuate profit is preferred so G. Geffrayes Home though it homely be yet is sweet And natiue soyle is best S. I. Harr. If so the temperature of Common-weale Be guided by the course of heauenly powers Such as in deep affaires will iustly deale Must haue an eye to those
reputed Too learn'd too graue too fine or too conceited Thomas Stouer Who full of wealth and honours blandishment Among great Lords his yoonger yeares hath spent And quaffing deeply of the Court delights Vsde nought but tilts armours and maskes and sights If in his age his Princes angry doome With deepe disgrace daine him to liue at home In homely cottage where continually The bitter smoake exhales aboundantly From his before vnsorrowe-drained braine The brackish vapours of a siluer raine Where vsher lesse both day and night the North South East and West windes enter and go forth Where round about the lower roofte-broke walles In stead of Arras hang with Spider calles Where all at once he reacheth as he stands With brows the roofe both walls with both his hands He weepes and sighes and shunning comforts aye Wisheth pale death a thousand times a day And yet at length falling to worke is glad To bite a browne crust that the mouse hath had And in a dish in stead of Plate or glasse Sups oaten drinke in stead of Hypocrasse I. Syluister Courtesie Of Court it seemes men Courtesie do call For that it there most vseth to abound And well beseemeth that in Princes hall That vertue should be plentifully found Which of all goodly manners is the ground And roote of ciuill conuersation Ed. Spencer Mongst vertues all growes not a fairer flower Then is the bloome of comely Courtesie Which though it on a lowely stalke do bower Yet brauncheth forth in braue nobilitie And spreads it selfe through all ciuilitie Of which though present age doo plentious seeme Yet being matcht with plaine antiquitie Ye will them all but fained shewes esteeme Which carry colours faire which feeble eies misdeem Idem In the triall of true Courtesie It s now so farre from that which once it was That it indeed is nought but forgerie Fashion'd to please the eyes of them that passe Which see not perfect things but in a glasse Yet is that glasse so gay it cannot blinde The wisest sight to thinke that gold is brasse But vertues seate is deepe within the minde And not in outward shew but inward thoughts defind Idem This noble vertue and diuine Doth chiefly make a man so rare and odde As in that one they most resemble God S. I. Harr. Transl Courteous speech vsage milde and kinde Wipes malice out of euery noble minde S. I. Harrington Courtesie ofttimes in simple bowers Is found as great as in the stately towers Idem T is meete a gentle heart should euer showe By Courtesie the fruites of true gentilitie Which will by practice to an habit growe And make men do the same with great facilitie Likewise the dunghill-blood a man shall know By churlish parts and acts of inciuilitie Whose nature apt to take each lewde infection Custome confirmes and makes ill in perfection Idem Crueltie All lay on hands to punish Crueltie M. Drayton Cruell deeds can neuer scape the scourge Of open shame or else some bloody death Repentance selfe that other sinnes may purge Doth flie from this so sore the soule it sleieth Dispaire dissolues the cruell caitiffes breath For vengeance due doth suddenly alight On cruell deeds the mischiefe to requite I. H. Mir. of M. Custome Round headed Custome th'apoplexie is Of bedrid nature and liues led amis And takes away all feeling of offence G. Chapman Custome abusd brings vertue in disdaine Nature with Custome ioyned neuer failes But by her selfe and her selfe preuailes D. Lodge Whereas to nature forward to retaine Lewde obiects are annext and Customes vaine The wounds grow desperate and death doth â—nd Before good counsell can the fault amend Idem Custome the worlds iudgement doth blind so farre That vertue is oft arraign'd at vices barre I. Syl. Transl Danger Danger cloath'd in ragged weede Made of beares skinne that him more dreadfull made Yet his owne face was dreadfull ne did neede Strange horror to deforme his grisly shade A net in th' one hand and a rustie blade â—n th' other was this mischiefe that mishap With th' one his foes he threatned to inuade â—or whom he could not kill he practis'd to intrap Ed. Spencer Danger hath honour great designes their fame S. Dan. The greatest daungers promise greatest blisse M. Drayton Danger deuiseth shifts wit waits on feare W. Shakespeare Daunger 's the chiefest ioy to happinesse And resolution honours fairest ayme Ch. Marlowe The path is smooth that leadeth vnto Daunger VV. Sh. When as we thinke we most in safetie stand The greatest daunger then is neare at hand M. Drayton The Daunger hid the place vnknowne and wilde Breeds dreadfull doubts oft fire is without smoake And perill without shewe Ed. Spencer Ay-me how many perills do enfolde The righteous man to make him daily fall Were not that heaueÌ„ly grace did him behold And steadfast truth acquite him out of all Idem A thousand perills lie in close awaite About vs daily to worke our decay That none except a god or god his guide May them auoyd or remedie prouide Idem In perill we do thinke our selues most sure And oft in death some men are most secure No Danger but in hie estate none enuies mean degreâ— VV. Warner Daungerous things dissembled sildome are Which many eyes attend with busie care M. Drayton The absent danger greater still appeares Lesse feares he who is neare the thing he feares Most strong is he when daungers are at hand That liues prepard ' their furies to withstand Of common sence he is depriued cleane That falles with closed eyes on daunger seene And he that may both paine and hurt eschue Is vaine if he his proper death pursue S. Daniell Dread Next sawe we Dread all trembling how he shooke With foote vncertaine profered here and there Benumbd of speech and with a gastly looke Searcht euery place all pale and dead for feare His cap borne vp with staring of his haire Stoynd and amaz'd at his owne shade for dread And feeling greater daungers then was need M. Sackuill Coward Dread lackes order feare wants art Deafe to attend commaunded or defirde Ed. Fairfax Transl Death A dumbe dead course we â—awe Heauy and cold the shape of death aright That daunts all earthly creatures to his lawes Against whose force in vaine it iâ— to fight Ne Peeres ne Princes nor no mortall wight No Townes ne Realmes Cities ne strongest Tower But all perforce must yeeld vnto his power His dart anon out of his corpes he tooke And in his hand a needfull fight to see With great tryumph eftsoones the same he shooke That most of all my feares affraied me His body dight with nought but bones perdie The naked shape of man there sawe I plaine All saue the flesh the sinew and the vaine M. Sackuill Death is a port whereby we passe to ioy Life is a lake that drowneth all in paine Death is so neare it ceaseth all annoy Life is so leaud that all it yeelds is vaine And as by life to bondage man
Lodge Prosperitie a flatterer is found Delight is fearelesse till it feele the wound M. D. Vid Pleasure Desire Desire whom not the firmament Nor aire nor earth nor Ocean can content Whose lookes are hookes whose bellies bottomlesse Whose hands are gripes to scrape with greedines Vnder whose command She brings to field a rough vnruly band First secret burning mightie swoln ambition Whom Epicurus many worlds suffice not Whose furious thirst of proud aspiring dies not Whose hands transported with phantasticke passion Beare painted steeples in imaginaton I. Syluister Transl Amongst the most the worst we best can chuse T is easie to desire but hard to vse M. Drayton Desire hath philters which desire procure Idem If blinde desire thy heart hath once embraced Inthrall'd it is and honour so defaced Ë™ Ë™ Desire with small encouraging growes bolde M. Drayton What can be said that Louers cannot say Desire can make a Doctor in a day Idem Things much retain'd do make vs much desire them And bewties seldome seene makes vs admire them Idem Destinie Sad Clotho held the rocke the whiles the thrid By grisly Lachesis was spunne with paine That cruell Atropos eft-soones vndid With cursed knife cutting the twist in twaine Most wretched meÌ„ whose daies depeÌ„donthrids so vain E. of S. The holy Prophet brought Astolpho where A Pallace seldome seene by mortall men Was plac't by which a thicke darke riuer ran Each roome therein was full of diuers fleeces Of Wolle of Lint of Woll or else of Cotten An aged woman spunne the diuers peeces Whose looke and hue did shew her old and rotten Nor much vnlike vnto that labour this is By which in sommer a new made silke is gotten Where from the silke-wormes his fine garment taking They reaue him of the cloathes of his owne making For first in one large roome a woman span Infinite thrids of diuers stuffe and hew An other doth wiâ—h all the speed she can With other stuffe the distaffe still renew The thrid in feature like and pale and wan Seuers the faire fâ—om foule the olde from new Who be these here the Duke demaunds his guide These be the fatall sisters he replide The Parcaes that the thrid of life do spin To mortall men hence death and nature knowe When life must end and when it must begin Now she that doth deuide them and bestow The course from finer and the thick from thin Workes to that kinde that those which finest grow For ornaments in Paradice must dwell The course are curst to be consum'd in hell Further the Duke did in the place behold That when the thrids were spent that had bene spunne Theit names in brasse in siluer and in gold Were wrote and so into great heapes were donne From which a man that seemed wondrous old With whole loades of those names away did runne And turn'd againe as fast the way he went Nor neuer weary was nor neuer spent This aged man did hold his pace so swift As though to runne he had bene onely borne And in the lappet of his cloake were borne The names c. This was time An heape of names within his cloake he bore And in the riuer did them all vnlade Or to say truth away he cast them all Into this streame which Laethe we do call S. I. Harr. Transl Vide. Fame You sad daughters of the quiet night Which in your priuate resolution wright What hath or shall vpon our fortunes light Whose stories none may see much lesse recite You rulers of the Gods I. Markham Downe in the bottome of the deepe Abisse Where Demogorgon in dull darknesse pâ—nt Far from the view of Gods or heauens blisse The hidious Chaos there dreadfull dwelling is Ed. Spencer What man can turne the streame of Destenie Or breake the chaine of strong necessitie Which fast is tide to Iones eternall seate Idem What shal be shall There is no choice Things needs must driue as Destenie decreeth For which we ought in all our haps reioyce Because the eye eternall things foreseeth Which to no ill at any time agreeth For ills too ill to vs be good to it So farre his skill exceeds our reache of wit I. H. Mir. of M. Woe worth the wight that striues with Gods foresight They are not wise but wickedly do erre Which thinke ill deeds due destenies may barre Idem No huÌ„ble speech nor mone may moue the fixed stint Of Destinie or death such is the will that paints The earth with colours fresh y e darkish skies with store Of Starry light Ed. Spencer Walls may a while keepe out an enemie But neuer castle kept out destinie M. Drayton Who can deceiue his destinie Or weene by warning to auoyd his fate That when he sleepes in most securitie And safest seemes him soonest doth amate And findeth due effect or soone or late So feeble is the power of fleshly arme Ed. Spencer That which Ioue and Destinie haue done Men may lament but neuer disanull Ch. Fitz. vide fate Dispaire Ere long they came where that same wicked wight His dwelling has lowe in a hollowe Caue Farre vnderneathe a craggy clift vpright Darke dolefull drery like a drery graue That still for carion carkasses doth craue On top whereof aye dwells the ghastly Owle Shriking his balefull note which euer draue Farre from that haunt all other chearefull fowle And all about it wandring ghostes do waile and houle And all about olde stockes and stubs of trees Whereas nor fruite nor leafe was euer seene Did hang vpon the ragged rocky trees On which had many witches hanged beene Whose carkasses were scattered on the greene And throwne about the cliffes Ed. Spencer That darkesome caue they enter where they finde That cursed man lowe sitting on the ground Musing full sadly in his sullen minde Hiâ— grisly locks long growne and vnbound Disordered hung about his shoulders round And hid his face through which his hollowe eies Lookt deadly dull and stared as astound His rawebone cheekes through penurie and pine Were shrunke into his iawes as he did neuer dine His garment nought but many ragged clouts With thornes together pind and patched was The which his naked sides he wraps abouts And him beside there lay vpon the grasse Adrery coarse whose life away did passe All wallowed in his owne yet luke-warme blood That from his wound yet welled fresh a lasse In which a rustie knife fast fixed stood And made an open passage for the gushing flood Idem Me thought by night a grisly ghost in darke I sawe Eke euer still to me with stealing steps she drew â—he was of colour pale and deadly hew Her clothes resembled thousand kinds of thrall And pictures plaine of hastned deaths withall I. H. Mir. of M. Dispaire The factor for improuident restraint I. Markeham Dispaire that deepe disdained elfe Delightlesse liues still stabbing of her selfe D. Lodge As it is not lawfull for a man At such a Kings departure or decease To leaue the place and falsifie his
thousand one was found That was not in the gulfe quite lost and dround Yet all about great store of birds there flew As vultures carren crowes and chattering pies And many moe of sundrie kinds and hew Making leaude harmonie with their loude cries These when the carelesse wretch the treasure threw Into the streame did all they could deuise What with their tallents some and some with beake To saue these names but find themselues too weake For euer as they thought themselues to raise To beare away those names of good renowne The waight of them so heauie downeward waies They in the streame were driuen to cast them downe Onely two swans sustain'd so great a paize In spight of him that sought them all to drowne These two did still take vp whose names they list And bare them safe away and neuer mist Sometime all vnder the foule lake they diued And tooke vp some that were with water couered And those that seem'd condemned they repriued And often as about the banke they houered They caught them ere they to the streame arriued Then went they with the names they had recouered Vp to a hill that stood the water nie On which a stately Church was built on hie This place is sacred to immortall fame And euermore a Nimph stands at the gate And tooke the names wherewith the two swans came Whether they early come or whether late Then all about the Church she hang'd the same Before that sacred Image in such rate As they might then well be assur'd for euer Spight of that wretch in safetie to perseuer S. I. Harr. Transl Fame on his right hand in a roabe of gold Whose stately traine Time as her page did beare On which for rich imbroydery was enrold The deeds of all the Worthies euer were So strongly wrought as wrong could not impaire Whose large memorialls she did still reherse In Poets man immortallizing verse Two tablets on her goodly brest she bore The one of Christall the other Ebonie Engrau'd with names of all that liu'd before That the faire booke of heauenly memorie Th' other the base scrowle of Infamie One stuft with Poets Saints and Conquerors Th' other with Atheists Tyrants Vsurers And in her word appeared as a wonder Her daring force and neuer failing might Which softly spake farre off as 't were a thunder And round about the world would take their flight And bring the most obscured things to light That still the farther off the greater still Did euer sound our good or make our ill M. Drayton Her dwelling is betwixt the earth and skies Her Turret vnto heauen her top vpreares The windowes made of Lynceus piercing eies And all the walles be made of daintiest eares Where euery thing that 's done in earth appeares No word is whispered in this vaultie round But in her pallace straitwaies it doth sound The rafters trumpets which do rend the aire Sounding aloud each name that thither comes The chinkes like tongues of all things talking heere And all things past in memorie do beare The doores vnlocke with euery word man saith And opens wide with euery little breath It 's hung about with armes and conquering spoiles The pillers which support the roofe of this Are trophies grauen with Herculean toiles The roofe of garlands crowne and ensignes is In midst of which a Christall Pyramis All ouer caru'd with men of most renowne Whose base is her faire chaire the spire her crowne Idem Fame Refuge of hope the harbinger of truth Hand-mayd of heauen vertues skilfull guide The life of life the ages springing youth Tryumph of ioy eternities faire bride The virgins glory and the martyrs pride The courages immortall raising fire The very height to which great thoughts aspire The staire by which men to the starres do clime The minds first mouer greatnes to expresse Faiths armour and the vanquisher of time A pleasant sweet against deaths bitternesse The hie reward which doth all labours blesse The studie which doth heauenly things impart The ioy amidst the tedious waies of art Learnings greene lawrell Iustice glorious throne The Muses chariot memories true food The Poets life the gods companion The fire-reuiuing Phaenix sun-nurst brood The spirits eternall image honours good The Balsamum which cures the souldiers scarres The world discouering seamens happy starres Idem A loftie subiect of it selfe doth bring Graue words and waightie of it selfe diuine And makes the authors holy honour shine If ye would after ashes liue beware To do like Erostrate who burnt the faire Ephesian Temple or to win a name To make of brasse a cruell calfe vntame K. of S. Incorporeall Fame Whose waight consists in nothing but her name Is swifter then the wind whose tardy plumes Are reeking water and dull earthly fumes Ch. Marlowe Fame whereof the world seemes to make such choyce Is but an Eccho and an idle voyce S. Daniell Vnto this Hydra are we subiect still Who dares to speake not caring good or ill Better it is without renowne to be Then be renownd for vile iniquitie K. of K. Fame the queene of immortalitie Ch. Fitz Ieffrey Death hath no dart to slay deserued Fame Ch. Fitz. This iealous monster hath a thousand eies Her aiery body hath a thousand wings Now on the earth now vp to heauen she flies And here and there with euery wind she flings Nothing so secret but to her appeareth And apt to credit euery thing she heareth Foule babling tell tale secrets soone bewraier The aire bred Eccho the speaker of lies Shrill-sounding trompet truths vnkind betraier False larum-bell awaking dead mens eies Fond pratling parrat telling all thou hearest Oft furthest off when as thou shouldst be nearest M. Drayton The path is set with danger leads to fame When Minos did the Grecians flight denie He made him wings and mounted through the skie Idem Still fame wil grow if once abroad it flie Whether it be a troth or be a lie Idem Fame doth explore what lies most secret hidden Entring the closet of the pallace dweller A broad reuealing what iâ— forbidden Of truth and falshood both an equall teller T is not a guard can serue for to expell her The sword of iustice cannot cut her wings Nor stoppe her mouth from vttering secret things S. Daniell Celestiall goddesse euer-liuing fame Mineruaes daughter by faire Maias sonne Of all th' inhabitants of heauens faire frame Most highly honored since the world begunne And shall be till the fatall glasse be runne Soules sweet receit the healths restoratiue Hearts cordiall the minds preseruatiue Goddesse of thoughts muse animating appetite Aulter of honour simple of renowne Shrine of deuotion yeelding art her merite Life 's richest treasure vertues gorgious gowne Heauens best abilliment Ariadnes crowne The Cynosura of the purest thought Faire Helice by whom the heart is taught Ch. Fitz Ieffrey Famine A grisly shape of Famine might we see With greedy lookes and gaping mouth that cride And would torment as she should there haue dide Her
instrument of heauen To call the earth and summon vp our shame By an edict from euerlasting giuen Forbids mortalitie to search the same Where sence is blind and wit of wit bereauen Terror must be our knowledge feare our skill To admire his worke and tremble at his will S. Daniell Howsoeuer things in likely hood discent In birth life death our god is first the middle euent And not what he can do he wil but what he wil he can And that he do or do it not behoues vs not to scan W. Warner God may all that he wills his will is iust God wills all good to them that in him trust Th. Hudson Transl Where the Almighties lightening brand doth light It dimmes the daz'led eies daunts the sences quight Ed. Spencer The Gods are euer iust Our faults excuse their rigour must S. Daniell The Lord law-maker iust and righteous Doth frame his lawes not for himselfe but vs He frees himselfe and flies with his powers wing No where but where his holy will doth bring All that he doth is good because it doth proceed From him that is the roote of good indeed From him that is the spring of righteousnesse From him whose goodnesse nothing can expresse I. Syluester Indeed the euil done Dies not when breath the body first doth leaue But from the gransire to the nephewes sonne And all his seed the curse doth often cleaue Till vengeance vtterly the guilt bereaue So straightly God doth iudge Ed. Spencer There is no strength in armour man or horse Can vaile If Ioue on wronged take remorse For he on whom the deadly dart doth light Can neuer scape by raunsome friend nor flight I. Harr. Mir. of Mag. Eternall prouidence exceeding thought Where none appeares can make her selfe away Ed. Spencer If Gods can their owne excellence excell It 's in pardoning mortalls that rebell M. Drayton God most doth punish whom he most regardeth S. I. Harr. Transl Where Gods do vengeance craue It is not strong deensiue walls that any thing can saue VV. Warner God hath made a salue for euery sore If men would learne the same for to apply S. I. Harr. Transl Man purposeth but all things are disposed By that great God that sits and rules aboue Idem What man is he that boasts of fleshly might And vaine assurance of mortalitie Which all so soone as it doth come to fight Against spirituall foes yeelds by and by Or from the field most cowardly doth flye Ne let the man ascribe it to his skill That though grace hath gained victory If any sleight we haue it is to ill But all the good is Gods both power and eke the will Ed. Spencer God neuer seekes by tryall of temptation To sound mans heart and secret cogitation For well he knowes man and his eye doth see All thoughts of men ere they conceaued bee I. Syluester Transl God Conioynes no lesse our willes then bolds our harts A sure presage that he is on our parts Th. Hudson Tran. Our God is iust whose stroke delaid long Doth light at last with paine more sharpe and strong I. H. M. of Magist The mistie cloudes that fall sometime And ouercast the skies Are like to troubles of our time Which do but dimme our eies But as such deawes are dried vp quite When Phebus showes his face So are sad fancies put to flight When God doth guide by grace G. Gascoigne Gods mercy gently waighes his iustice downe Th. Aâ—helly So blinds the sharpest counsell of the wise This ouershadowing prouidence on hie And dazeleth the clearest sighted eies That they see not how nakedly they lie There where they little thinke the storme doth rise And ouercast their cleare securitie When man hath stopt all waies saue only that That least suspected ruine enters at S. Daniell When Sathan tempts he leades vs vnto hell But God doth guide whereas no death doth dwell When Sathan tempts he seekes our faith to foyle But God doth seale it neuer to recoyle Sathan suggesteth ill good moues to grace The diuel seekes our baptisme to deface But God doth make our burning zeale to shine Amongst the candels of his Church diuine I. Syl. Transl Gods word Which made the world sustaines and guides it still To diuers ends conducts both good and ill He that preferres not God fore all his race Amongst the sonnes of God deserues no place And he that plowes the furrowes of Gods feeld May not turne backe his fainting face nor yeeld Idem God with eternall bread in time of need His loued Iacob fortie yeares did feed And gaue them water from the solid stone Which of it selfe had neuer moysture none Their caps their coats and shoes that they did weare God kept all fresh and new full fortie yeare Th. Hud Tran. The most iust God when once mans sinnes do grow Beyond the bounds of pardon and of grace Because that men his iudgements best may know Like to his loue to rule on earth doth place Monsters most vile to tyrannize vs so With wrong the right with lust lawes to deface For this said cause were Scylla sent and Marius The Nerons both and filthy minded Varius For this Domitian held in Rome the raigne And Antoninus of that name the last And Messinine a base vnworthy swaine To place mankind in princely throne was plaste For this in Thebes did cruell Creon raigne With other tyrants more in ages past For this of late hath Italy bene wonne By men of Lombardie of Goth and Hunne S. Daniell Good deeds Who wold to God but workes no good who seeketh fame by ease Comes short of both no lesse then maps to very lands and seas VV. VVarner Good deeds in case that they be euil placed Ill deeds are reckoned and soone disgraced That is a good deed that preuents a bad G. Chapman Well doing farre exceedeth well to say G. Turberuile Ill deeds may better the bad words be bore Ed. Spencer Let euery one do all the good they can or sildom commeth harme of doing well Though iust reward it wanteth now and than Yet shame and euill death it doth expell But he that mischieueth an other man Seldome doth carry it to heauen or hell Men say it and we see it come to passe Good turnes in dust and bad turnes writ in glasse S. I. Harrington Transl Wretched is he that thinkes by doing ill His euill deeds long to conceale and hide For though the voyce and tongues of men be still By foules and beasts his sinne shall be discride And God oft worketh by his secret will That sinne it selfe the sinner so doth guide That of his owne accord without request He makes his wicked doings manifest Idem Our bodies buried then our deeds ascend Those deeds in life to worth can not be rated In death with life our fame euen then is dated M. Drayton Greatnesse Great things still orewhelme themselues by waight E. Guilpin Greatnesse like to the sunnes reflecting powers The fier bred vapours naturally
power the world was made of yore And all that therein wondrous doth appeare Ed. Spencer Loue is the Lord of all the world by right And rules the creatures by his powerfull saw All being made the vassalls of his might Through secret sence which thereto doth them draw Idem Vapour eterne in man in beast in tree In plant and flower is loue and so of might For in the world may not contained bee Without accord and Loues imperiall right Yet wends the foxe in holy hood full oft And craft in stead of truth beares crest aloft D. Lodge That true Loue which dauncing did inuent Is he that tun'd the worlds whole harmonie And link't all men in sweete societie He first exaulted from th' earth mingled minde That heauenly fier or quintessence diuine Which doth such sympathy in bewtie finde As is betwixt the Elme and fruitfull Vine And so to beautie euer doth encline Lifes life it is and cordiall to the hart And of our better part the better part I. Dauies Sweete loue is a celestiall harmonie Of likely hearts compos'd of hearts consent Which ioy together in sweete sympathie To worke each others kind and true content Which they haue harboured since their first discent Out of these heauenly bowers where they do see And know each other here belou'd to bee Ed. Spencer Iron with wearing shines rust wasteth treasure On earth but Loue there is no other pleasure H. Constable Loue a continuall fornace doth maintaine Idem Wealth maister is and porter of the gate That lets in loue when want shall come too late Th. Churchyard Loue to heauen is fled Since swearing lust on earth vsurpt his name Vnder whose simple semblance he hath fled Vpon fresh bewtie blotting it with blame Which the hot tyrant staines and soone berâ—aues As caterpillers do the tender leaues W. Sh. Loue is a spirit all compact of fier Not grosse to sinke but light and will aspire Idem Loue is a golden bubble full of dreames That waking breakes and fills vs with extreames G. Chapman Loue is a discord and a strange diuorce Betwixt our sence and rest by whose power As mad with reason we admit that force Which wit or labour neuer may diuorce It is a will that brooketh no consent It would refuse yet neuer may repent Loue 's a desire which for to waight a time Doth loose an age of yeares and so doth passe As doth the shadow seuerd from his prime Seeming as though it were yet neuer was Leauing behind nought but repentant thoughts Of dayes ill spent of that which profits noughts It 's now a peace and then a sudden warre A hope consumde before it is conceiu'd At hand it feares and menaceth a farre And he that gaines is most of all deceiu'd Loue whets the dullest wits his plagues be such But makes the wise by pleasing dote as much E. O. Loue is a brain-sicke boy and fierce by kind A wilfull thought which reason cannot moue A flattering Sycophant a murdering theefe A poysoned choaking baite a ticing greefe A Tyrant in his lawes in speech vnknowne A blindfold guide a feather in the winde A right Chamelion for change of hew A lame-lime-lust a tempest of the minde A breach of charitie all vertues foe A priuate warre a toilsome web of woe A fearefull iealousie a vaine desire A labyrinth a pleasing miserie A shipwracke of mans life a smoakelesse fier A ship of teares a lasting lunacie A heauie seruitude a dropsie thirst A hellish Iaile whose captiues are accurst Th. Watson A sugred harme a poyson full of pleasure A painted shrine ful-fill'd with rotten treasure An heauen in shew a hell to them that proue A broken staffe which fully doth vphold A flower that fades with euery frostie cold An Orient rose sprung from a withered plant A game in seeming shadowed still with want A minutes ioy to gaine a world of griefe A subtill net to snare the idle minde A seeing scorpion yet in seeing blinde A poore reioyce a plague without teliefe D. Lodge Loue is a smoake made with fume of sighes Being purg'd a fier sparkling in Louers eies Being vext a sea nourisht with louing teares What is it else a madnesse most distrest A choaking gall and a preseruing sweet W. Shakespeare It is a doubled griefe a sparke of pleasure Begot by vaine desire and this his loue Whom in our youth we count our chiefest treasure In age for want of power we do reproue Yea such a power is Loue whose losse is paine And hauing got him we repent againe D. Lodge Loue the Idle bodies worke and surfet of the eye W. Warner Loue is but a terme like as is Eccho but a voice That this doth babble that doth breed or not is ours the choice W. Warner Loue is a subtill influence Whose finall force still hangeth in suspence D. Lodge Loue is a wanton famine rich in foode But with a riper appetite controlled An argument in figure and in moode Yet hates all arguments disputing still For sence against reason with a sencelesse will G. Chapman Of euery ill the hatefull father vile That doth the world with sorceries beguile Cunningly mad religiously prophane Wits monster reasons canker sences bane Loue taught the mother that vnkind desire To wash her hands in her owne Infants blood Loue taught the daughter to betray her fire Into most base and worthy seruitude Loue taught the brother to prepare such foode To feast his brothers that all seeing sunne Wrapt in a cloude that wicked sight did shunne I. Dauies Loue is a sowre delight a sugred griefe A liuing death an euer dying life A breach of reasons law a secret theefe A sea of teares an euerlasting strife A baite for fooles a scourge of noble wits A deadly wound a shot which euer hits Loue is a blinded god and angry boy A labyrinth of doubts an idle lust A slaue to bewties will a witlesse toy A rauening bird a tyrant most vniust A burning heate a cold a flattering ioy A priuate hell a very world of woe Th. VVatson Loue bewitcher of the wit The scorne of vertue vices parasite The slaue to weakenesse friendships false bewraier Reasons rebell fortitudes betraier The churchmeÌ„s staffe court camp countries guider Arts infection chaste thoughts and youths defiler I. VVeeuer Controlling Loue proud fortunes busie factor The gall of wit sad melancholies schoole Heart-killing corsiue golden times detractor Life-fretting canker mischiefes poysoned toole The Ideots ydle brother wise mens foole A foe to friendship enemie to truth The wrong misleader of our pleasing youth M. Drayton Loue is roote and onely crop of care The bodies foe the hearts annoy cause of pleasures rare The sicknesse of the minde the fountaine of vnrest The gulfe of guile the pit of paine of griefe the hollow chest A fiery frost a flame that frozen is with Ice A heauie burden light to beare a vertue fraught with vice It is a worldlike peace a safetie seeing dread A deepe
for to bee led And in his stand a burning brand hee had The which hee brandished about his head His eyes did hurle foorth sparkles fierie redde And stared sterne on all that him beheld As ashes pale of hew and seeming dead And on his dagger still his hand hee held Trembling through hastie rage when choller in him sweld Ed. Spencer Boyling wrath sterne cruell swift rash That like a boare her teeth doth grinde and gnash Whose hayre dooth stare like bristled poâ—cupine Who sometimes rowles her gastly glowing eyene And sometimes fixly on the ground doth glaunce Now bleake then bloudy in her countenance Rauing and rayling with a hideous sound Clapping her hands stamping against the ground Bearing Bocconi fire and sword to slay And murder all that for her pittie pray Banning her selfe to bane her enemie Disdaining death prouided others die Like falling towres o're-turned by the wind That breake themselues on that they vndergrinde I. Syluester Full many mischiefes follow cruell wrath As horrid bloud-shed and tumultuous strife Vnmanly murther and vnthriftie scath Bitter despight and rancors rustie knife And fretting greefe the enemie of life All these and many euilles more haunt ire The swelling spleene and frenzie raging rife The shaking palsie and Saint Fraunces fire Ed. Spencer When men with wrath and sudden paines of ire Suffer themselues to bee o're-whelm'd and drownd And hot reuenge that burnes lâ—ke flaming fire Mooâ—es hearts to hurt or tongs or hands to wound Though after to a mend if they desire Yet place of pardon seldome can be found S. I. H. What iron band or what sharpe hard-mouth'd bitte What chaine of Diamond if such might bee Can bridle wrathfulnesse and conquer it And keepe him in his bounds and due degree Idem Hastie wrath and heedlesse hazardie Doe breede repentance and lasting infamie Ed. Spencer Poore sillie lambes the Lion neuer teares The feeble Mouse may lie among great Beares But wrath of man his rancour to requite Forgets all reason ruth and mercie quite M. of M. He is a mad man that doth seeke Occasion to wrath and cause of strife She comes vnsought and shunned followes eke Happy who can abstaine when rancor rife Kindles reuenge and threates his cruell knife Woe neuer wants when euery cause is caught And rash occaâ—ion makes vnquiet life Ed. Spencer Be not moody in thy wrath but pawze ere fist be bent Oft Phillips sonne did rashly strike and sodenly repent W. Warner Achilles when with counterfaited crest He saw Patroclus bleeding all the way To kill his killer was not satisfied Except he hald and tare him all beside S. I. H. If fortune helpe whome thou wouldst hurt Fret not at it the more When Aiax stormed them from him The prize Vlisses bore W. Warner Rage wanne and pale vpon a Tygre sat Gnawing vpon the bones of mangled men Nought can he view but he repines thereat His locks were snakes bred forth in Stigian den T. Lodge World The antique world in his first flowring youth Found no defect in his creators grace But with glad thanks and vnreprooued truth The gifts of soueraigne bountie did embrace Like angelles life was then mans happie case But later ages pride like corne-fed steede Abvsde her plentie and fatswoln increase To all licencious lust and gan exceede The measure of her meane and naturall first seede Ed. Spencer VVhen arked Noah and seuen with him the emptie worlds remaine Had left the instrumeÌ„tall means of landing theÌ„ again And that both maÌ„ beast all did multiply with store To Asia Sem to Affrick ChaÌ„ to Europe Iapheth bore Their families thus triple wise the world diuided was VV. VV. I take this world to bee but as a stage VVhere net-maskt men do play their personages T is but a murmur and a pleasant shew Syth ouer all strange vanities do flow I. Syluester The world to the circumference of heauen Is as a small poynt in Geometrie VVhose greatnesse is so little that a lesse Cannot bee made Th. Dekkar The first world blessed was with heauenly fauours And the last curst with painefull hellish labours Ch. Middl. O vaine worlds glorie and vncertaine state Of all that liues on face of sinfull earth VVhich from their first vntill their vtmost date Taste no one howre of happinesse or mirth But like as is the ingate of their birth They crying creepe out of their mothers wombe So wayling backe goe to their carefull tombe Ed. Spencer Ah wretched world the den of wretchednesse Deformd with filth and foule iniquitie Ah wretched world the house of heauinesse Fild with the wreakes of mortall miserie Oh wretched world and all that is therein The vassals of Gods wrath and slaues to sinne Idem O worlds inconstancie That which is firme doth flit and fall away And that is flitting doth abide and stay Idem Must not the world wend in his common course From good and bad and then from bad to wourse From worst vnto that which is worst of all And then returne vnto his former fall Who will not suffer the stormie time Where will hee liue vntill the lustie prime Idem This golden age to yron doth decline As summer vnto winter must resigne D. Lodge The first and riper world of men and skill Yeelds to our latter time for three inuentions Myraculously wee write wee sayle wee kill As neither auncient scrowle nor storie mentions Print The first hath opened learnings old concealed And obscurde arts restored to the light Loadst The second hidden countries hath reueald And sent Christs Gospel to each liuing wight These we commend but oh what needeth more Guns To teach death more skill then he had before Th. Bastard Take moysture from the sea take colour froÌ„ his kind Before the world deuoyd of change thou finde All that in this world is great or gay Doth as a vapour vanish and decay Ed. Spencer This is the rest the vaine world lendes To end in death that all things ends S. Daniell All men are willing with the world to hault But no man takes delight to know his fault D. Lodge A die a drab and filthie broking Knaues Are the worlds wide mouthes al-deuouring graues I. Marston Nothing doth the world so full of mischiefe fill But want of feeling one-anothers will G. Chapman Not by that which is the world now deemeth As it was woont but by that same that seemeth Ed. Spencer There neuer shall bee any age so cleere But in her smoothe face shall some faults appeare Th. Middl. The world must end for men are so accurst Vnlesse God end it sooner men will first Th. Bastard Youth Youth is a bubble blowen vp with a breath VVhose wit is weaknes and whose wage is death Whose way is wildnes and whose Inne penance And stoope gallant age the hoast of greeuance Ed. Spencer If crooked age accounteth youth his spring The spring the fayrest season of the yeere Enricht with flowers and sweetes and many a thing That fayre and glorious to the
hastily repaire Amid the bowels of the earth full steepe And lowe where dawning day doth neuer peepe His dwelling is there Thetis her wet bed Doth euer wash and Cynthia still doth steepe In siluer dew her euer-dropping head vvhile sad night ouer him her mantle black doth spread Edm. Spencer VVhose double gates he findeth locked fast The one faire fram'd of burnish'd Iuorie The other all with siluer ouer-cast And wakefull dogs before them faâ—re doe lie Watching to banish Care theyr enemie vvho oft is wont to trouble gentle Sleepe Idem Of Neptune First came great Neptune with his three-forkt mace That rules the seas and makes them rise or fall His dewey locks did drop with brine a pace Vnder his diademe imperiall And by his side his Queene with Coronall Fayre Amphitrite most diuinely fayre vvhose Iuory shoulders were couered all As with a robe with her owne siluer hayre And deckt with pearles which the Indian seas for her prepare Edm. Spencer Of Proteus Proteus is shepheard of the Seas of yore And hath the charge of Neptunes mightie heard An aged Sire with head all frothy hoare And sprinckled frost vpon his dewie beard Idem Of Thetis Thetis the Mother of the pleasant springs Grandome of all the Riuers in the world To whome earths vaines a moystning tribute brings Nowe with a mad disturbed passion hurl'd About her Caue the worlds great treasure flings And with wreath'd armes long wet haire vncuâ—l'd Within herselfe laments a losse vnlost And mones her wrongs before her ioyes be crost I. Markham Of Phoebus The golden ofspring of Latona pure And ornament of great Ioues progenie Phoebus Edm. Spencer Dayes King God of vndaunted verse G. Chapman Of Neptune O Neptune neuer like thy selfe in shew Inconstant variable mutable How doost thou Proteus like thy forme renewe O whereto is thy change impurable Or whereunto art thou bent sutable Rightly the Moone predominateth thee For thou art all as changeable as shee Ch. Fitz Ieffray Of Apollo Sacred Apollo God of Archerie Of Arts of pleasure and of Poetrie Ioues faire haird sonne whose yellow tresses shine Like curled flames hurling a most diuine And dazeling splendour in those lesser fires Which from thy guilt beames when thy Car retires Kindle those Tapers that lend eyes to night O thou that art the Land-lord of all light Birdegroome of morning dayes eternall King To whom nine Muses in a sacred ring In daunces sphericall trip hand in hand Whilst thy seauen-stringed Lute theyr feete coÌ„maund vvhose motion such proportioned measure beares That to the musicke daunce nine heauenly spheares Great Delian Priest we to adore thy name Haue burnt fat thighes of Bulls in hallowed flame vvhose sauour wrapt in smoake and clowdes of fire To thy starre-spangled Pallace did aspire Tho. Dekkar Of Rome O thou worlds Queene ô towne that didst extend Thy conquering armes beyond the Ocean And througdst thy conquests from the Libian shore Downe to the Scythian swift-foote fearelesse porters Thou art debasd and at this instant yeelds Thy proude necke to a miserable yoke Tho. Kyd. Of Heate VVhen Phoebus rose he left his golden weede And dond attire in deepest pulple dyed His sanguine beames about his forhead spred A sad presage of ill that should betide â—ith vermile drops at euen his tresses bleed â—or shewes of future heate from th' Ocean wide â—hilst thus he bent gainst earth his scorching raies He burnt the flowers and burnt his Clitia deare The leaues grew wan vpon the withered spraies The grasse and growing hearbes all parched were Earth cleft in rifts in floods theyr streames decaies The barren clowdes with lightning bright appeare And mankind feard least Clymens child againe Had driuen away his Syers ill-guided vvaine As from a fornace flew the smoake to skies Such smoake as that when damned Sodome brent Within his Caue sweete Zephyre silent lyes Still was the ayre the racke nor came nor went But ore the lands with luke-warme breathing flies The Southerne winde from sun-bright Affrique sent vvith thicke and warme his interrupted blasts Vpon theyr bosoms throates and faces casts Nor yet more comfort brought the gloomy night In her thicke shade was burning heate vprold Her sable mantle was imbrodered bright vvith blazing starres and gliding fires of gold Nor to refresh sad earth thy thirsty spirit The niggard Moone let fall her May-dewes cold And dried vp the vitall moisture was In trees in plants in hearbs in flowers in grasse Ed. Fairefax Of Thirst. VVhen wells grew dry the Commons ran in rage And sought out euery sincke their thirst t' asswage And dranke with lothsome draught the pooles in hasâ— To quench theyr thirst with ill-contented tast vvhich poysoned ayre infect theyr purest breath vvhereby the drinker dranke his present death O wretched folke who felt so hard a strife Drinke or not drinke both waies must lose theyr life For he that dranke and he that did refraine Had of theyr enemies both an equall paine For why the water vile slew them throughout No lesse then did theyr enemies them about That wretched towne had neuer a street nor vew But Parcaes there had fram'd some fashions new To murder men or martyr them with feares As mou'd the most indurate hart to teares If so much water in theyr braines had beene As might forbeare a drop to wet theyr eyne One while he spake his hart for thirst did faint And life him left which frustrate his complaint The souldiour braue oh hart-breake for to tell His proper vrine dranke thirst to expell The woful mother with her spettle fed Her little child halfe dead in cradle-bed The Lady with her Lord at poynt of death Embracing falls and yeelds theyr latest breath Thom. Hudson Of an Assault They no lesse prouided are within With rampires bulwarks and with doubled dikes And where theyr foes to clime doe once begin They push theÌ„ down with bills with staues with pikes If one be kild another steppeth in No man his place for feare of hurt mislikes Some throw downe blocks some stones some scalding water Greeuing them much with all most with the latter Some throw among them newly slaked Lime That burneth most when most it seemes to quench vvith pots of Brimstone Pitch and Turpentime Annoying them with heate with smoake stench The rest are still imployd and loose no time vvith wreathed stakes to fortifie the Trench Thus all within are busie all without Fortune on both sides standing still in doubt S. I. Harr. Of an Hoast Their hoast with arrowes pykes and standards stood As bristle-poynted as a thornie wood Theyr multitude of men the riuers died vvhich through the wealthy Iuda swift did slide So that flood Iordan finding dry his banke For shame he blusht and downe his head he shrank For woe that he his credite could not keepe To pay one waue for tribute to the deepe Tho. Hudson Of a Skirmish Then grew the fight on both sides firme and stable Both sides defend both sides alike inuade
tremble when I thinke Her cheekes are like the blushing clowde That beautifies Auroras face Or like the siluer crimson shrowde That Phoebus smiling locks doe grace Her lips are like two budded Roses Whom ranks of Lillies neighbour nie vvhich with bounds she stil incloses Apt to intice a deitie Her necke is like a stately towre vvhere Loue himselfe in pleasure lies To watch for glaunces euery howre From her diuine and sacred eyes Her paps are centers of delight Her paps are rocks of heauenly flame vvhere Nature moulds the dew of light To feede perfection with the same With orient pearle with Rubie red vvith Marble white with azure blew Her body euery way is fed Yet soft in touch and sweet in view Nature herselfe her shape admires The Gods are wounded in her sight And Loue forsakes his heauenly fires And at her eyes his brands doth light D. Lodge She lay and seemd a flood of Diamant Bounded in flesh as stil as Vespers haire When not an Aspen leafe is stird with ayre She lay at length like an immortal soule At endlesse rest in blest Elizium And then did true felicitie inroule So faire a Lady figure of her kingdom Now as she lay attirde in nakednes His eye did carue him on that feast of feasts Sweet fieldes of life which deaths foote dare not presse Flowrd with th'vnbroken waues of my loues breasts See wherewith bent of gold curld into knots In her heads groue the spring-bird Lameat nests Her body doth present those fields of peace vvhere soules are feasted with the soule of ease To proue which Paradice that nurseth these See see the golden riuers that renowne it Rich Gyhon Tigris Phison Euphrates Two from her bright Pelopian shoulders crowne it And two out of her snowy hills doe glide That with a deluge of delight doe drowne it These highest two their precious streames deuide To tenne pure floods that do the body dutie Bounding themselues in length but not in beauty These wind theyr courses through the paynted bowers And raise such sounds in theyr inflection As ceaselesse start from earth fresh sorts of flowers And bound that booke of life with euery section In these the Muses dare not swim for drowning Theyr sweetnes poysons with such sweet infection And leaues the onely lookers on them swouning These formes and colour makes them so to shine That Gods for them would cease to be diuine G. Chapman Her Lilly hand her rosie cheekes lie vnder Coosning the pillow of a lawfull kisse Who therefore angry seemes to part in sunder Swelling on eyther side to want his blisse Betweene whose hills her head entombed is Where like a vertuous monument she lyes To be admirde of lewd vnhallowed eyes VVithout the bed her other fayre hand was On the greene Couerlet whose perfect white Shewd like an Aprill daisie on the grasse vvith pearlie sweat resembling dewe of night Her eyes like Marigolds had sheath'd theyr light And canopied in darknes sweetly lay Till they might open to adorne the day Her haire like golden threds playd with her breath O modest wantons wanton modestie Shewing lifes tryumph in the Map of death And deaths dim lookes in lifes mortalitie Each in her sleepe themselues so beautifie As if betweene them twaine there were no strife But that life liu'd in death and death in life Her breasts like Iuory globes circled with blew A payre of mayden worlds vnconquered Saue of theyr Lord no bearing yoke they knew And him by oath they truly honoured These worlds in Tarquin new ambition bred vvho like a foule vsurper went about From this faire throne to heaue the owner out W. Shakespeare Starres fall to fetch fresh light from her rich eyes Her bright brow driues the sunne to clowdes beneath Her haires reflexe with red strakes paint the skies Sweet morne and euening dew falls from her breath T. Nash Fayrer then Isaacks louer at the vvell Brighter then inside barke of new hewen Cedar Sweeter then flames of fire-perfumed Mirrhe And comlier then the siluer clowdes that daunce On Zephyrus wings before the King of heauen G. Peele Her lookes were like beames of the morning sunne Forth-looking through the windowes of the East When first the fleecie cattell haue begunne Vpon the pearled grasse to make theyr feast Her thoughts are like the fume of Francensence Which from a golden Censor forth did rise And throwing forth sweet odours mounts from thence In rolling globes vp to the vaulted skies There she beholds with hie aspyring thought The cradle of her owne creation Among the seates of Angels heauenly wrought Much like an Angell in all forme and fashion S. Daniell Her locks are pleighted like the fleece of wooll That Iason with his Grecian mates atchiu'd As pure as gold yet not from gold deriu'd As full of sweets as sweet of sweetes is full Her browes are prety tables of conceate Where Loue his records of delight doth quote On them her dallying locks doe daily floate As loue ful oft doth feede vpon the baite Her eyes faire eyes like to the purest lights That animate the sunne or cheere the day In whom the shining sun-beames brightly play vvhilst fancie doth on them deuine delights Her cheekes like ripened Lillies steept in wine Or fayre Pomegranate kirnels washt in milke Or snow-white threds in nets of Crimson silke Or gorgeous clowdes vpon the sunnes decline Her lips like Roses ouer-washt with dew Or like the Purple of Narcissus flowre No frost theyr faire no wind doth wrest theyr powre But by her breath theyr beauties do renew Her christal chin like to the purest mould Enchast with dainties Daisies soft and white Where Fairies faire pauilion once is pight Whereas embrasd his beauties he doth hold Her necke like to an Iuory shining towre Where through with azure vaines sweet Nectar runnes Or like the downe of swanns Or like delight that doth it selfe deuoure Her paps are like fayre apples in the prime As round as orient pearles as soft as downe They neuer vaile theyr faire through winters frowne But from these sweets Loue suckt his sommer time Her bodies beauties best esteemed bowre Delicious comely dainty without staine The thought whereof not toucht hath wrought my paine Whose face so faire all beauties doth distaine Her maiden wombe the dwelling house of pleasure Not like for why no like surpasseth wonder O blest is he may bring such beauties vnder Or search by suite the secrets of that treasure R. Greene. Like to Diana in her sommer weede Girt with a Crimson robe of brightest die goes fayre Samela As fayre Aurora in her morning gray Deckt with the ruddy lustre of her loue is fayre Samela Like louely Thetis on a calmed day When as her brightnes Neptunes fancie moues Shines faire Samela Her tresses gold her eyes like glassie streames Her teeth are pearle the breasts are Iuory of faire Samela Her cheekes like rosie-lillies yeeld forth gleames Her browes bright arches framde of Ebonie thus faire Samela Passeth faire Venus in