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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A12774	Complaints Containing sundrie small poemes of the worlds vanitie. VVhereof the next page maketh mention. By Ed. Sp.	Spenser, Edmund, 1552?-1599.	1591 (1591)	STC 23078; ESTC S111266	76,727	184

Praise who so list yet I will him dispraise Vntill he quite him of this guiltie blame Wake shepheards boy at length awake for shame And who so els did goodnes by him gaine And who so els his bounteous minde did trie Whether he shepheard be or shepheards swaine For manie did which doo it now denie Awake and to his Song a part applie And I the whilest you mourne for his decease Will with my mourning plaints your plaint increase He dyde and after him his brother dyde His brother Prince his brother noble Peere That whilste he liued was of none enuyde And dead is now as liuing counted deare Deare vnto all that true affection beare But vnto thee most deare ô dearest Dame His noble Spouse and Paragon of fame He whilest he liued happie was through thee And being dead is happie now much more Liuing that lincked chaunst with thee to bee And dead because him dead thou dost adore As liuing and thy lost deare loue deplore So whilst that thou faire flower of chastitie Dost liue by thee thy Lord shall neuer die Thy Lord shall neuer die the whiles this verse Shall liue and surely it shall liue for euer For euer it shall liue and shall rehearse His worthie praise and vertues dying neuer Though death his soule doo from his bodie seuer And thou thy selfe herein shalt also liue Such grace the heauens doo to my verses giue Ne shall his sister ne thy father die Thy father that good Earle of rare renowne And noble Patrone of weake pouertie Whose great good deeds in countrey and in towne Haue purchast him in heauen an happie crowne Where he now liueth in ete●n●ll blis And left his sonne ●'ensue those steps of his He noble bud his Grandsires liuelie hayre Vnder the shadow of thy countenaunce Now ginnes to shoote vp fast and flourish fayre In learned artes and goodlie gouernaunce That him to highest honour shall aduaunce Braue Impe of Bedford grow apace in bountie And count of wisedome more than of thy Countie Ne may I let thy husbands sister die That goodly Ladie sith she eke did spring Out of this stocke and famous familie Whose praises I to future age doo sing And foorth out of her happie womb did bring The sacred brood of learning and all honour In whom the heauens powrde all their gifts vpon her Most gentle spirite breathed from aboue Out of the bosome of the makers blis In whom all bountie and all vertuous loue Appeared in their natiue propertis And did enrich that noble breast of his With treasure passing all this worldes worth Worthie of heauen it selfe which brought it forth His blessed spirite full of power diuine And influence of all celestiall grace Loathing this sinfull earth and earthlie slime Fled backe too soone vnto his natiue place Too soone for all that did his loue embrace Too soone for all this wretched world whom he Robd of all right and true nobilitie Yet ere his happie soule to heauen w●nt Out of this fleshlie goale he did deuise Vnto his heauenlie maker to present His bodie as a spotles sacrifise And chose that guiltie hands of enemies Should powre forth th' offring of his guiltles blood So life exchanging for his countries good O noble spirite liue there euer blessed The worlds late wonder and the heauens new ioy Liue euer there and leaue me here distressed With mortall cares and cumbrous worlds anoy But where thou dost that happines enioy Bid me ô bid me quicklie come to thee That happie there I maie thee alwaies see Yet whilest the fates affoord me vitall breath I will it spend in speaking of thy praise And sing to thee vntill that timelie death By heauens doome doo ende my earthlie daies Thereto doo thou my humble spirite raise And into me that sacred breath inspire Which thou there breathest perfect and entire Then will I sing but who can better sing Than thine owne sister peerles Ladie bright Which to thee sings with deep harts sorrowing● Sorrowing tempered with deare delight That her to heare I feele my feeble spright Robbed of sense and rauished with ioy O sad ioy made of mourning and anoy Yet will I sing but who can better sing Than thou thy selfe thine owne selfes valiance That whilest thou liuedst madest the forrests ring And fields resownd and flockes to leap and daunce And shepheards leaue their lambs vnto mischaunce To runne thy shrill Arcadian Pipe to heare O happie were those dayes thrice happie were But now more happie thou and wetched wee Which want the wonted sweetnes of thy voice Whiles thou now in Elisian fields so free With Orpheus and with Linus and the choice Of all that euer did in rimes reioyce Conuer●est and doost heare their heauenlie layes And they heare thine and thine doo better praise So there thou liuest singing euermore And here thou liuest being euer song Of vs which liuing loued thee afore And now thee worship mongst that blessed throng Of heauenlie Poets and Heroes strong So thou both here and there immortall art And euerie where through excellent desart But such as neither of themselues can sing Nor yet are sung of others for reward Die in obscure obliuion as the thing Which neuer was ne euer with regard Their names shall of the later age b● heard But shall in rustie darknes euer lie Vnles they mentiond be with infamie What booteth it to haue been rich aliue What to be great what to be gracious When after death no token doth suruiue Of former being in this mortall hous But sleepes in dust dead and inglorious Like beast whose breath but in his nostrels is And hath no hope of happinesse or blis How manie great ones may remembred be Which in their daies most famouslie did florish Of whome no word we heare nor signe now see But as things wipt out with a sponge to perishe Because they liuing cared not to cherishe No gentle wits through pride or couertize Which might their names for euer memorize Prouide therefore ye Princes whilst ye liue That of the Muses ye may friended bee Which vnto men eternitie do giue For they be daughters of Dame memorie And Ioue the father of eternitie And do those men in golden thrones repose Whose merits they to glorifie do chose The seuen fold yron gates of grislie Hell And horrid house of sad Proserpina They able are with power of mightie spell To breake and thence the soules to bring awaie Out of dread darkenesse to eternall day And them immortall make which els would die In soule forgetfulnesse and nameles lie So whilome raised they the puissant brood Of golden g●rt Al●mena for great merite Out of the dust to which the Oetaean wood Had him consum'd and spent his vitall spirite To highest heauen where now he doth inherit● All happinesse in Hebes siluer bowre Chosen to be her dearest Paramoure So raisde they eke faire Ledaes warlick twinnes And interchanged life vnto them lent That when th' one dies th' other then beginnes

in Greeks fleete to haue tynde For Ida selfe in ayde of that fierce fight Out of her mountaines ministred supplies And like a kindly nourse did yeeld for spight Store of firebronds out of her nourseries Vnto her foster children that they might Inflame the Nauie of their enemies And all the Rhetaean shore to ashes turne Where lay the ships which they did seeke to burne Gainst which the noble sonne of Telamon Opposd ' himselfe and thwarting his huge shield Them battell bad gainst whom appeard anon Hector the glorie of the Troian field Both fierce and furious in contention Encountred that their mightie strokes so shrild As the great clap of thunder which doth ryue The ratling heauens and cloudes asunder dryue So th' one with fire and weapons did contend To cut the ships from turning home againe To Argos th' other stroue for to defend The force of Vulcane with his might and maine● Thus th' one A●acide did his fame extend But th' other ioy'd that on the Phrygian playne Hauing the blood of vanquisht Hector shedd He compast Troy thrice with his bodie dedd Againe great dole on either partie grewe That him to death vnfaithfull Paris sent And also him that false Vlysses slewe Drawne into danger through close ambushment Therefore from him Laërtes sonne his vewe Doth turne aside and boasts his good euent In working of Strymonian Rhaesus fall And efte in Dolons slye surprysall Againe the dreadfull Cycones him dismay And blacke Laestrigones a people stout Then greedie Scilla vnder whom there bay Manie great bandogs which her gird about Then doo the Aetnean Cyclops him affray And deep Charybdis gulphing in and out Lastly the squalid lakes of Tartarie And griesly Feends of hell him terrifie There also goodly Agamemnon bosts The glorie of the stock of Tantalus And famous light of all the Greekish hosts Vnder whose conduct most victorious The Dorick flames consum'd the Iliack posts Ah but the Greekes themselues more dolorous To thee ô Troy paid penaunce for thy fall In th' Hellespont being nigh drowned all Well may appeare by proofe of their mischaunce The chaungfull turning of mens slipperie state That none whom fortune freely doth aduaunce Himselfe therefore to heauen should eleuate For loftie type of honour through the glaunce Of enuies dart is downe in dust prostrate And all that vaunts in worldly vanitie Shall fall through fortunes mutabilitie Th' Argolicke power returning home againe Enricht with spoyles of th' Ericthonian towre Did happie winde and weather entertaine And with good speed the fomie billowes scowre No signe of storme no feare of future paine Which soone ensued them with heauie stowre Nereis to the Seas a token gaue The whiles their crooked keeles the surges claue Suddenly whether through the Gods decree Or haplesse rising of some froward starre The heauens on euerie side enclowded bee Black stormes and fogs are blow●n vp from farre That now the Pylote can no loadstarre see But skies and seas doo make most dreadfull warre The billowe striuing to the heauens to reach And th' heauens striuing them for to impeach And in auengement of their bold attempt Both Sun and starres and all the heauenly powres Conspire in one to wreake their rash contempt And downe on them to fall from highest towres● The skie in pieces seeming to be rent Throwes lightning forth haile harmful showres That death on euerie side to them appeares In thousand formes to worke more ghastly feares Some in the greedie flouds are sunke and drent Some on the rocks of Caphareus are throwne Some on th' Euboick Cliffs in pieces rent Some scattred on the Hercaean shores vnknowne And manie lost of whom no moniment Remaines nor memorie is to be showne Whilst all the purchase of the Phrigian pray Tost on salt billowes round about doth stray Here manie other like Heroës bee Equall in honour to the former crue Whom ye in goodly seates may placed see Descended all from Rome by linage due From Rome that holds the world in souereigntie And doth all Nations vnto her subdue Here Fabij and D●cij doo dwell Horatij that in vertue did excell And here the antique fame of stout Camill Doth euer liue and constant Curtius Who stifly bent his vowed life to spill For Countreyes health a gulph most hideous Amidst the Towne with his owne corps did fill T' appease the powers and prudent Mutius Who in his flesh endur'd the scorching flame To daunt his foe by ensample of the same And here wise Curius companion Of noble vertues liues in endles rest And stout Flaminius whose deuotion Taught him the fires scorn'd furie to detest And here the praise of either S●ipion Abides in highest place aboue the best To whom the ruin'd walls of Carthage vow'd Trembling their forces sound their praises lowd Liue they for euer through their lasting praise But I poore wretch am forced to retourne To the sad lakes that Phoebus sunnie rayes Doo neuer see where soules doo alwaies mourne And by the wayling shores to waste my dayes Where Phlegeton with quenchles flames doth burne By which iust Minos righteous soules doth seuer From wicked ones to liue in blisse for euer Me therefore thus the cruell fiends of hell Girt with long snakes and thousand yron chaynes Through doome of that their cruell Iudge compell With bitter torture and impatient paines Cause of my death and iust complaint to tell For thou art he whom my poore ghost complaines To be the author of her ill vnwares That careles hear'st my intollerable cares Them therefore as bequeathing to the winde I now depart returning to thee neuer And leaue this lamentable plaint behinde But doo thou haunt the soft downe rolling riuer And wilde greene woods and fruitful pastures minde And let the flitting aire my vaine words seuer Thus hauing said he heauily departed With piteous crie that anie would haue smarted Now when the sloathfull fit of lifes sweete rest Had left the heauie Shepheard wondrous cares His inly grieued minde full sore opprest That balefull sorrow he no longer beares For that Gnats death which deeply was imprest But bends what euer power his aged yeares Him lent yet being such as through their might He lately ●lue his dreadfull foe in fight By that same Riuer lurking vnder greene Eftsoones he gins to fashion forth a place And squaring it in compasse well beseene There plotteth out a tombe by measured space His yron headed spade tho making cleene To dig vp sods out of the flowrie grasse His worke he shortly to good purpose brought Like as he had conceiu'd it in his thought An heape of earth he hoorded vp on hie Enclosing it with banks on euerie side And thereupon did raise full busily A little mount of greene turffs edifide And on the top of all that passers by Might it behold the toomb he did prouide Of smoothest marble stone in order set That neuer might his luckie scape forget And round about he taught sweete flowres to growe The Rose engrained in