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Sir Francis Drake his honorable lifes commendation, and his tragicall deathes lamentation.
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Fitz-Geffry, Charles, 1575?-1638.
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the actresse of your owne disease O let your Muse make an Apostrophe From Venus courts unto Bellona's camps Give but a glance on DRAKES high dignitie Imprest with magnanimities true stampes And when your sence is lightned with these lamps Solemnize to the world his funerals In all your sonnets and your Madrigals Cease fondlings henceforth to idolatrize With Venus your Carpathean-sea-borne Queene And to heroique DRAKE do sacrifice Of expiation for your former sinne Erect his statue whereas hers hath beene Make DRAKE your Saint and make the shrine his hearse Your selves the Priests the sacrifice your verse O you the quaint tragedians of our times Whose statelie shanks embuskind by the Muses Draw all the world to wonder at your rimes Whose sad Melpomene robs Euripides And wins the palme and price from Sophocles While Poe and Seine are sick to thinke upon How Thames doth ebbe and flowe pure Helicon Who at your pleasures drawe or else let downe The floud-hatches of all spectators eies Whose ful-braind temples deck't with laurell crowne Ore worlds of harts with words do tirannize To whome all Theaters sing Plaudities While you with golden chaines of wel-tun'd songes Linke all mens eares and teares unto your tongues Cease to eternize in your marble verse The fals of fortune-tossed Venerists And straine your tragicke Muses to rehearse The high exploites of Iove borne Martialists Where smoakie gun-shot clouds the aire with mists Where groves of speares pitch'd ready for to fight Dampe up the element from Eagles flight What neede you summon from the silent hell The soules of Hector and of Priamus And thousand others that beneath us dwell Wafted long since through Styx to Erebus Or to th' Elysian Tempe glorious Whose acts by auncients often have beene told And all love novels few like that is old Loe heere a moderne subiect for your wits But loftier than anie heeretofore Eternized by former Poets writs Whose worth their sacred Muses did adore And he scarse entred yet th' Elysian dore Whom dead yet all mens thoughts alive doe make For who wold think that death could cōquere Drake Heere Poets spend your wits chiefe quintessence And bandie verses with the God of verse Imbalme him with your wits best influence All intellectual powres his praise rehearse And with your poems bewtisie his hearse Feare neither Theons tooth nor Critique lookes DRAKES onlie name shall patronize your bookes Be DRAKES heroique deedes the argument His name the prologue of your tragedie The acts and scenes his acts all excellent Himselfe chiefe actor of Spaines misery His launce the Scorpion-scourge of Hesperie Fettring with golden chaines their principates And leading captive Spaines chiefe potentates The Muses hill shalbe the Theatre And all the world spectators of the showes A quire of Angels shall the Chorus beare The massacre shalbe of Englandes foes And such as thinke to worke Eliza's woes And when DRAKES death ends the Catastrophe Heaven shall clap handes and give the Plaudite But ah our daies are stampt in envi's mint And this our age cast in the yron mould Our hearts are hew'd out of Caucasean flint And two-leav'd plates of brasse our breasts enfold Hate waxeth yong the world thus waxing old And best wee like them that doe love us least And least we love them whome we should like best Impietie of times vertues cheefe hater The dying worlds twise-infant-waxen dotage Worth's cankar-worme desert's ingrate abater Hard yron-ages death-declining sottage Foule serpent-eating envi's loathsome cottage Poyson-tooth'd viper impiously that bites The wombe of those who are her favorites False touch-stone not discerning gold from brasse False sooth-sayer divining alway lies False clocke not telling how the day doth passe False friend forsaking in adversities False pilot leading through extremities False in election false in amitie And only true in infidelitie Such is the worlde as one that dotes with yeares Loathinge things present though of greater price Liking that which is past and not appeares And saies the elder age was far more wise Of higher worth and of more sound advise All that it sees it think's not worth the sight But what it wants it craves with maine and might Bleare-eyed elde not seeinge dark from day Blinde with affection ignorant of truthe Vnwain'd from selfe-love never at a staye Leaning upon the crabbed staffe of ruthe Vntoward to forecast for that ensueth Iniurious to those that most befriend it Obsequious to those that most offend it The auncient nobles are most noble deem'd And in Fames calender Saints registred While present worthies vassals are esteem'd Though worthier to be canonized Than those that are in Legendaries red Nor Hercules nor Mars were Gods accounted Before they died and unto heaven were mounted What marvell then though some base humorists Foule whelps of fierce Hyrcanean tygars seedes Extenuate the worth of lovialists And such as merite heaven by famous deedes Returning base disdaine for worthy meedes Oule-sighted eies that dazled are with light But see acutelie in the darkesome night Some such there are ô shame too great a summe Who would impeach the worth of worthy DRAKE With wrongfull obloquies sinister doome And eagerly their serpent-tongues they shake And sith they cannot sting a hissing make But he who made all Spaine quake with his fame Shall quell such mush-rumps onlie with his name Monsters of nature Nile-bred Crocodiles Sight-slaying Basilisks poyson-swolne toades Fame-fretting cankers shames infectious biles Earth-gaping Chasma's that mishap aboades Presumpteous gyants waging war with Gods Aire-putrifying Harpyes loathsome broode Echidna's ofspring sworne foes to the good These serpents mouths with tongues teeth are filled With tongues they sting with teeth they fiercely bite By stinging mindes by biting hearts are killed The mindes with griefe the hearts with deadly spighte This spighte kils ioie this griefe doth slay delight O what fierce hell begot this monstrous kinde Whose toūg whose teeth kils slaies the hart the mind Their brest the harbour of an envious hart Their heart the store-house of a pois'ned hate Their hate the quiver holding slanders dart That dart they shoote at men of highest state That state that soone is subiect to debate And that debate breeding dissention Procures all common-wealth's destruction Their heades lay complots strife how to procure Their hands do practise what their heades desire Their hearts approove what hands have put in ure Their mindes in mischiefe with their harts conspire Their soules consent to that their mindes require Who will not saie they are spronge from the devill Whose heads hands harts whose minds whose soules are evill Celestiall Goddesse eviternall Fame Minerva's daughter by faire Maia's sonne Of all th' inhabitants of heavens faire frame Most highlie honord since the world begonne And shalbe till the fatall Glasse be runne Soules sweete receipt the health's restorative Hearts cordiall the mindes preservative Goddesse of thoughts Muse animating spirite Aulter of honour temple of renowne Shrine of devotion yeelding art her merite Lifes richest treasure vertues gorgeous gowne
chast a wonder O who could leave a ladye chast and fayre But fortune for a while their loves did sunder That sundred love could never love impayre Vlysses left a ladie with an heyre DRAKE left a ladie bounteous fayre and wise For whose sweete love the Gods would leave the skies Vlysses did the innocent betraye And in extreames forsooke his aged frinde No such defaults did ever DRAKE bewraye This difference betweene them both I finde Wherein greate DRAKE Vlysses came behinde Vlysses Homer had to pen his storie DRAKE hath no Homer to emblaze his glorie Envie her selfe is forc'd to say the truth And yet the truth doth envie seldome say Since Brute train'd hither first the Troian youth If ever Brute train'd hither youth of Troye The small remaynder of the Greekes destroye Noblye discended from a vertuous line Noble discents make vertue more divine How still the silver rockes of Albion Lightned translucent lustre from the shoare Like to the carbuncles that shine upon The faire sunnes golden pallace ivorie dore Whose radiant splendour and whose beauties lore Vpon the world's extreamest wals reflect Dazling the eies that gaze on such aspect How that their loftie mindes could not be bounded Within the cancels that the world doe bound How that the deepest seas they search'd and sounded Beyonde all landes that ever have beene found Making the farmost seas our praise resounde And nations which not Fame her selfe had seene To carrol Englands fame and fames rare Queene How they have travers'd sundrie forraine lands Lands all inviron'd with the swelling seas Seas ignorant of endes devoide of bands Bands that might yeelde some harbour to their ease Ease to refresh them in their wearie waies Lands bands seas waies their mindes amated not By lands bands seas and waies they honour got Vnto the confines of Assyria Honour led princely EDWARD HENRIES sonne The third that did the English scepter sway Whose brave atchievements both in Acra donne And Galile when Nazareth was wonne Inroles in ancient recordes of renowne The tributorie fame to Englands crowne Rich hart of Lyon RICHARD Lyon-hart Twise match'd by name but never in renowne Two more in RICHARDS title bare a part But none save hee that wore the English crowne The name of Lyon-hart claim'd as his owne His hart was richest that a lyons was Save her rich hart whose hart all harts doth passe Tancred can tell and all Sicilia But most Messana his great victories The coastes of Palestine and Syria And Cyprus captivated Emprour's eies Sawe him attir'd in triumphs iollities And on the Pagans in defence of Syon His launce bare witnes that he was a Lyon Clio her selfe I feare would be offended And whip me downe with laurell from her mount If WILLIAM Peregrine be not commended If I should not that pilgrims praise recount In verse who did in verse so far surmount Since thou wert that I am not but would bee How can I not sweete Poet write of thee Brave LONG-SWORD in the coastes of Asia Displai'd the ensigne of the English fame And neere Nile-bord'ring Alexandria Engrav'd with steeled sword faire Albions name In characters which valours art did frame Where gainst the Saracens who Christ defied He boldly dying fought and fighting died Renowned MADOCKE Princes sonne of Wales Brave Cambro-britton uncontrol'd by might Blowne by successfull fortunes prosperous gales In discontentment most victorious knight Left his rich Princedome left to him by right Betweene his brethren in dissention A crowne twixt brethren breedes contention Before COLVMBVS ere set foote in Inde He did discover Nov ' Hispania Before VESPVCIVS liv'd did MADOCKE finde The world cald after him America He saw the famous Terra Florida Little regarding all their gaine and store Honour he gain'd and MADOCKE sought no more What coast or countrie knowes not MANDEVIL His pilgrimage of three and thirtie yeeres A vowed votarie to honour still Vnequaliz'd by valours chiefest peeres Whose travels legend whosoever heares May doubt if men for merites sainted bee Which should be Albons saint ALBANE or hee Couragious CABOT brave Venetian borne Fostred with honour-breathing English aire Victorious HENRIES name the more t'adorne And to emblazon Troynovant the faire Vnto the farmost climates made repaire And by the Southern and Septentrion Measur'd the fame of famous Albion Light-lesse and name-lesse Prima-vista laie Till from his eies it borrowed name and light Flora did never Florida aray Roses nor lillyes shew'd their shining sp'rite Till it was ros'd and lilied with his sight Thrise happy sight that verdant spring composes By strewing lands with lillyes and with roses By Labradars high Promontorie Cape Beyond the Iles of Cuba CABOT sayl'd Discovering Baccalaos uncouth shape The mightie Silver-river not conceal'd His tributorie sandes to him reveal'd Nor sdained it to be a tributour Vnto the Oceans mightie Emperour Honour of England brave SEBASTIAN Mirrour of Brittan magnanimitie Although by birth a right Venetian Yet for thy valour art and constancie Due unto England from thy infancie Venice thou claim'dst his birth England his art Now iudge thy selfe which hath the better part WYNDAM although thy rash temeritie Hastning to rendlesse gaine gain'd hastned end And though improvident celeritie Too soone accelerated death did send Yet since so far thy valour did extend And death for rashnes made full satisfaction Why should not fame advance thy valorous action When valours fire enflam'd young Isadas Rashlie to venture battaile unregarded His rashnes by a mulct corrected was But with a crowne his valour was rewarded Because his prowesse had the Spartans guarded For if by rashnesse valour have got honour We blame the rashnes but rewarde the valour Then WYNDAM though thy high-resolved thought A hare-brain'd hardiment had ill prevented Yet since so deere thou hast this rashnes bought Which at the fatall rate of death was rented Let envie with misfortune be contented Had'st thou Vlysses head to Hectors hart The world a braver peere could not impart With like misfortune though unlike advise Did fame-enobled WILLOVGHBY intend A famous actions haplesse enterprise Arzina saw his lamentable end Which her eternal-winters frost did send Though freezing cold benum'd his vitall flame Heate shall not hurt nor cold consume his Fame Fortune not alwaie good nor alwaie ill Willing to shew her mercie with her powre Feasted on others falles as seem'd her fill Smil'd with a mild aspect on CHAVNCELOVR Making herselfe his dailie oratour Heereby quoth shee the world shall know my powrs How Fortune sometime laughes as well as lowres Forth-with for him a barke her selfe shee fram'd Inchaunting it with an almightie charme Which shee the blis-full Bon-adventure nam'd Which winde nor wave nor heat nor cold could harme While her omnipotence the same did arme Guiding it safelie to Moscovia Safelie reducing it from Russia Bold with successe and prowd on fortunes favour Againe his loftie sailes he doth advaunce Allur'd by silvers soule-attractive savour But fortune like the moone in change and chaunce That never twise doth