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A16884	Englands Parnassus: or the choysest flowers of our moderne poets, with their poeticall comparisons Descriptions of bewties, personages, castles, pallaces, mountaines, groues, seas, springs, riuers, &c. Whereunto are annexed other various discourses, both pleasaunt and profitable.	Albott, Robert, fl. 1600.	1600 (1600)	STC 378; ESTC S100113	209,794	528

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.

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 ●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 ●n th' other was this mischiefe that mishap With th' one his foes he threatned to inuade ●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 heauēly 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 degre● 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 ●awe Heauy and cold the shape of death aright That daunts all earthly creatures to his lawes Against whose force in vaine it i● 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

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. A●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

daies in strife And as the heauens do that dispose So shuts and spreads he with the rose D. Lodge Time ouer old and yoong is still reuolued Within it selfe and neuer tasteth end But mankind is to nought for aye reserued The filthy snake her aged coat can mend And getting youth againe in youth doth flourish But vnto man age euer death doth send The very trees with grafting we can cherish So that we can long time produce their time But man which helpeth them helplesse must perish S. Phil. Sidney O trustlesse state of miserable men That build your blisse on hope of earthly thing And vainly thinke your selues halfe happie then When painted faces with smooth flattering Do fawne on you and your wide praises sing And when the courting masker louteth low Him free in heart and trustie too you know Ed. Spencer He that comparde mans body to a hoaste Said that the hands were scouts discouering harmes The feet were horsemen thundering on the coaste The brest and stomacke foe men huge in swarmes But for the head in soueraigntie did boast It captaine was directer of alarmes Whose rashnesse if it hazarded any ill Not he alone but all the hoast did spill I. Markeham Each creature not grudging at mans glorie Vnto his life becomes contributorie Idem Like flouds in sommer or flowing springs in the winter So man consumeth No trust or firmenesse in life that flies like a shadow What then alas is man That so presumeth D. Lodge The shadow of the clocke by motion wends We see it passe yet marke not when it parts So what is mans declines and sudden ends Each thing begins continues and conuerts Idem Man to woman giueth all perfection And as our chiefe Philosophers do say Woman by man is perfect made each way I. VVeeuer Man is loaden with ten thousand languors All other creatures only feele the angors Of fewe diseases as the gleaming quaile Only the falling sicknes doth assaile The turne-about and murraine trouble cattle Madnesse and quincie bid the mastife battle I. Siluester ●t doth exceed mans thought to thinke how hie God hath raisd man since God a man became The Angels do admire this mysterie And are astonisht when they view the same I. Dauies Men do not know what they themselues will bee When as more then themselues themselues they see S. Daniell ●ike as the fatall rauen that in his voyce ●arries the dreadfull summons of our deaths ●ies by the faire Arabian spiceries ●er pleasant gardens and delightfull parts ●eeming to curse them with his hoarse exclaimes ●nd yet doth stoupe with hungry violence ●pon a peece of hatefull carrion So wretched man displeas'd with those delights Would yeeld a quickning sauour to his soule Pursues with eager and vnstanched thirst The greedy longings of his loathsome flesh G. Peele Man is a little world and beares the face And picture of the vniuersitie All but resembleth God all but is glasse All but the picture of his maiestie Man is the little world so we him call The world the little God God the great all Th. Bastard The gallant courser in his full carrire Is made by man to stoppe with slender raine But man himselfe his lust and fond desire Is sildome drawne by reason to refraine T is hard to stop but harder to retire When youthfull course ensueth pleasure vaine As beares do breake the hiues and weake defences When smell of hony commeth to their sences S. I. H. Great Pompey in the midst of victorie All vnexpected happened to his end And Caesar in his greatest maiestie Vntimely murdered by his dearest friend Such are mens best estates more wretched they In greatest pompe most subiect to decay Ch. Midleton What doth make men without the parts of men Or in their manhoods lesse then children But manlesse natures all this world was namd'd A world of him for whom it first was framde Who like a tender cheuerell shrunke with fire Of base ambition and of selfe desire His armes into his shoulders crept for feare Bountie should vse them and fierce rape forbeare His legs into his greedy belly runne The charge of hospitalitie to shunne In him the world is to a lumpe reuerst That shrunke from forme that was by forme disperst And in nought more then thanklesse auarice Not rendring vertue her deserued price G. Chapman Like as rude Painters that contend to showe Beasts fowles or fish all artlesse to bestowe On euery side his natiue counterfet Aboue his head his name had need to set So men that will be men in more then fate As in their forheads should in actions place More perfect characters to proue they be No mockers of their first nobilitie Els may they easily passe for beasts or foules Soules praise our shapes and not our shapes our soules Idem When as men all do know then nothing know S. Daniell The milder passions doth show man For as the leafe doth bewtifie the tree The pleasant flowers bedeck the flourishing spring Euen so in men of greatest reach and power A mild and piteous thought augments renowne D. Lodge No man before his end is truly blest T. Dekkar Man to man as beast to beast holds ciuil duties vain W. Warner Mans inward parts are colder and the nummer When outwardly they feele a boyling sommer Mans voyce in euery ones opinion is but an airie repercussion D. Lodge Marriage Hymen that now is god of nuptiall rights And crownes with honor loue and his delights G. Chapman Before them on an altar he presented Both fire and water which was first inuented Since to ingenerate euery humane creature And euery other birth produc'st by nature Moysture and heate must mix so man and wife For humane race must ioyne in nuptiall life Idem In Athence The custome was that euery mayd did weare During her maydenhead a silken spheare About her waste aboue her inmost weed Knit with Mineruaes knot and that was freed By the faire bridegroome on the mariage night With many ceremonies of delight Idem Shouldst thou but dream what mariage is thou wouldst not liue a maid One hart of two two soules of one by wedlocke is conuaid VV. VVarner Beleeue me man there is no greater blisse Then is the quiet ioy of louing wife Which who so wants halfe of himselfe doth misse Friend without change play-fellow without strife Food without fulnesse counsaile without pride Is this sweet doubling of our single life S. Phil. Sidney In choyce of wife preferre the modest chaste Lillies are faire in shew but foule in smell The sweetest lookes by age are soone defaste Then choose thy wife by wit and louing well Who brings thee wealth and many faults withall Presents thee hony mixt with bitter gall D. Lodge Wild sauages that drinkes of running springs Thinkes water faire exceeds all other things But they that daily taste meate nere despi●e it Virginitie al be some highly prise it Compar'd with marriage had you tride them both Differs as much as wine and

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 ●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 ●ere Sleepe doth couch her ouerdrowsie head ●nd sloath lies by that seemes the goute to haue ●nd Idlenes not so well taught as fed ●hey point forgetfulnes the gate to keepe ●hat none come out or in to hinder Sleepe ●he knowes no meanes of men ne none will learne ●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

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 fa●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 vncu●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 cōmaund 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 ●ith vermile drops at euen his tresses bleed ●or shewes of future heate from th' Ocean wide ●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 has● 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 thē 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