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A73861	The battaile of Agincourt Fought by Henry the fift of that name, King of England, against the whole power of the French: vnder the raigne of their Charles the sixt, anno Dom. 1415. The miseries of Queene Margarite, the infortunate wife, of that most infortunate King Henry the sixt. Nimphidia, the court of Fayrie. The quest of Cinthia. The shepheards Sirena. The moone-calfe. Elegies vpon sundry occasions. By Michaell Drayton, Esquire.	Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631.	1631 (1631)	STC 7191; ESTC S109888	153,591	328

chambers that incloistred are And by transcription daintily must goe As though the world vn worthy were to know Their rich composures let those men that keepe These wonderous reliques in their iudgement deep And cry them vp so let such Peeces bee Spoke of by those that shall come after me I passe not for them nor doe meane to runne In quest of these that them applause haue wonne Vpon our Stages in these latter dayes That are so many let them haue their bayes That doe deserue it let those wits that haunt Those publique circuits let them freely chaunt Their fine Composures and their praise pursue And so my deare friend for this time adue Vpon the death of his incomparable friend Sir Henry Raynsford of Clifford COuld there be words found to expresse my losse There were som hope that this my heauy cross● Might be sustained and that wretched I Might once finde comfort but to haue him die Past all degrees that was so deare to me As but comparing him with others he Was such a thing as if some power should say I 'le take man on me to shew men the way What a friend should be But words come so short Of him that when I thus should him report I am vndone and hauing nought to say Mad at my selfe I throw my penne away And beat my breast that there should be a woe So high that words cannot attaine thereto T' is strange that I from my abundant breast Who others sorrowes haue so well exprest Yet I by this in little time am growne So poore that I want to expresse my owne I thinke the fates perceiuing me to beare My worldly crosses without wit or feare Nay with what scorne I euer haue derided Those plagues that for me they haue oft prouided Drew them to counsaile nay conspired rather And in this businesse layd their heads together To finde some one plague that might me subuert And at an instant breake my s●ubborne heart They did indeed and onely to this end They tooke from me this more then man or friend Hard-hearted fates your worst thus haue you don Then let vs see what lastly you haue won By this your rigour in a course so strict Why see I beare all that you can inflict And he from heauen your poore reuenge to view Laments my losse of him but laughes at you Whilst I against you execrations breath Thus are you scorn'd aboue and curst beneath Me thinks that man vnhappy though it bee Is now thrice happy in respect of me Who hath no friend for that in hauing none He is not stirr'd as I am to bemone My miserable losse who but in vaine May euer looke to finde the like againe This more then mine owne selfe that who had seene His care of me where euer I had beene And had not knowne his actiue spirit before Vpon some braue thing working euermore He would haue sworne that to no other end He had beene borne but onely for my friend I had beene happy if nice nature had Since now my lucke falls out to be so bad Made me vnperfect either of so soft And yeelding temper that lamenting oft I into teares my mournefull selfe might melt Or else so dull my losse not to haue felt I haue by my too deere experience bought That fooles and mad men whom I euer thought The most vnhappy are indeed not so And therefore I lesse pitty can bestow Since that my sence my sorrow so can sound On those I see in Bedlam that are bound And scarce feele scourging and when as I meete free A foole by children followed in the Streete Thinke I poore wretch thou from my griefe art Nor couldst thou feele it should it light on thee But that I am a Christian and am taught By him who with his precious blood me bought Meekely like him my crosses to endure Else would they please me well that for their cure When as they feele their conscience doth them brand Vpon themselues dare lay a violent hand Not suffering Fortune with her murdering knife Stand like a Surgeon working on the life Defecting this part that ioynt off to cut Shewing the Artyre ripping then that gut Whilst the dull beastly World with her squint eye Is to behold the strange Anatomy I am perswaded that those which we read To be man-haters were not so indeed The Athenian Timon and beside him more Of which the Latines as the Greekes haue store Nor not they did all humane manners hate Nor yet maligne mans dignity and state But finding our fraile life how euery day It like a bubble vanisheth away For this condition did mankind detest Farre more incertaine then that of the beast Sure heauen doth hate this world and deadly too Else as i● hath done it would neuer doe For if it did not it would ne'r permit A man of so much vertue knowledge wit Of naturall goodnesse supernaturall grace Whose courses when considerately I trace ●nto their ends and diligently looke They serue me for Oeconomike booke By which this rough world I not onely stemme ●n goodnesse but grow learn'd by reading them O pardon me it my much sorrow is Which makes me vse this long Parenthesis Had heauen this world not hated as I say ●n height of life it had not tane away A spirit so braue so actiue and so free That such a one who would not wish to be Rather then weare a Crowne by Armes though got So fast a friend so true a Patriot ●n things concerning both the worlds so wise Besides so liberall of his faculties That where he would his industrie bestow He would haue done e'r one could thinke to doe No more talke of the working of the Stars For plenty scarcenesse or for peace or Warres They are impostures therefore get you hence With all your Planets and their influence No more doe I care into them to looke Then in some idle Chiromantick booke Shewing the line of life and Venus mount Nor yet no more would I of them account Then what that tells me since that what so ere Might promise man long life of care and feare By nature freed a conscience cleere and quiet His health his constitution and his diet Counting a hundred foure score at the least Propt vp by prayers yet more to be encreast All these should faile and in his fiftieth yeere He should expire henceforth let none be deare To me at all lest for my haplesse sake Before their time heau'n from the world them take And leaue me wretched to lament their ends As I doe his who was a thousand friends Vpon the death of the Lady Oliue Stanhope CAnst thou depart and be forgotten so Stanhope thou canst not no deare Stanohpe no But in despight of death the world shall see That Muse which so much graced was by thee Can blacke obliuion vtterly out-braue And set the vp aboue thy silent Graue I marueil'd much the Darbian Nimphs were dumb Or of those Muses what should be become

slander dumbe Your vertue then had perish'd neuer priz'd For that the same you had not exercis'd And you had lost the Crowne you haue and glory Neuer had you beene the subiect of my Story Whilst they feele Hell being damned in their hate Their thoughts like deuils them excruciate Which by your noble sufferings doe torment Them with new paines and giues you this content To see your soule an innocent hath suffered And vp to heauen before your eyes be offered Your like wee in a burning Glasse may see When the Sunnes rayes therein contracted be But on some obiect which is purely white We find that colour doth disperce the light And stands vntainted but if it hath got ●ome little sully or the least small spot Then it soone fiers it so you still remaine Free because in you they can finde no staine God doth not loue them least on whom he layes The great'st afflictions but that he will praise Himselfe most in them and will make them fit Near'st to himselfe who is the Lambe to fit For by that touch like perfect gold he tryes them Who are not his vntill the world denies them And your example may worke such effect That it may be the beginning of a Sect Of patient women and that many a day All Husbands may for you their Founder pray Nor is to me your Innocence the lesse ●n that you striue not to suppresse Their Barbarous malice but your noble heart Prepar'd to act so difficult a part With vnremoued constancy is still The same it was that of your proper ill Th' effect proceeds from your owne selfe the cause Like some iust Prince who to establish lawes ●uffers the breach at his best lou'd to strike ●o learne the vulgar to endure the like You are a Martir thus nor can you be Lesse to the world so valued by me If as you haue begun you still perseuer Be euer good that I may loue you euer An Elegie vpon the death of the Lady Pe●elope Clifton MVst I needes write whose hee that can refuse He wants a mind for her that hath no Muse The thought of her doth heau'nly rage inspire Next powerfull to those clouen tongues of fire Since I kn●w ought time neuer did allow Mee stuffe fit for an Elegie till now When France and England's Henry's dy'd my quill Why I know not but it that time lay stil 'T is more then greatnesse that my spirit must raise To obserue custome I vse not to praise Nor the least thought of mine yet ere depended On any one from whom she was descended That for their fauour I this way should wooe As some poore wretched things perhaps may do● I gaine the end whereat I only ayme If by my freedome I may giue her fame Walking then foorth being newly vp from bed O Sir quoth one the Lady Cl●ffto●s dead When but that reason my sterne rage withstood My hand had sure beene guilty of his blood If shee be so must thy rude tongue confesse it Quoth I and com'st so coldly to expresse it Thou shouldst haue giuen a shreek to make me fear the That might haue stain what euer had bin neere the Thou shuldst haue com'nlike time W th thy sca●p bar And in thy hands thou shouldst haue brought thy haire Casting vpon me such a dreadfull looke As seene a spirit or th'adst beene thunder strooke And gazing on mee so a little space Thou shouldst haue shot thine eye-balls in my face Then falling at my feet thou shouldst haue sayd O she is gone and Nature with her dead With this ill newes amaz'd by chance I past By that neere groue whereas both first and last I saw her not three moneths before shee dy'd When though full Summer gan to vaile her pride And that I saw men lead home ripened Corne Besides aduis'd me well I durst haue sworne The lingring yeare the Autumne had adiourn'd And the fresh spring had been againe return'd Her delicacie louelinesse and grace With such a Summer brauely deckt the place But now alas it lookt forlorne and dead And where she stood the fading leaues were shed Presenting onely sorrow to my sight O God thought I this is her Embleme right And sure I thinke it cannot but bee thought That I to her by prouidence was brought For that the Fates fore-dooming she should die Shewed me this wondrous Master-peece that I Should sing her funerall that the world should know it That heauen did thinke her worthy of a Poet My hand is fatall nor doth fortune doubt For what it writes not fire shall e'r race out A thousand silken Puppets should haue died And in their fulsome Coffins putrified Ere in my lines you of their names should heare To tell the world that such there euer were Whose memory shall from the earth decay Before those rags be worne they gaue away Had I her god-like features neuer seene Poore sleight Report had told me she had beene A hansome Lady comely very well And so might I haue died an Infidell As many doe which neuer did her see Or cannot credit what she was by me Nature her selfe th●t b●fore Art prefers To goe beyond all our Cosmogaphers By Charts and Maps exactly that haue showne All of this earth that euer can be knowne For that shee would beyond them all d●scry What Art could not by any mortall eye A Map of Heauen in her rare features drue And that she did so liuely and so true That any soule but seeing it might sweare That all was perfect heauenly that was there If euer any Painter were so blest To draw that face which so much hean'n exprest If in his best of skill he did her right I wish it neuer may come in my sight I greatly doubt my faith weake man lest I Should to that face commit idolatry Death might haue tyth'd her sex but for this one Nay haue ta'n halfe to haue let her alone Such as their wrinckled temples to supply Cyment them vp with ●luttish Mercury Such as vndrest were able to affright A valiant man approching him by night Death might haue taken such her end deferd Vntill the time she had beene climaterd When she would haue bin at threescore yeres and three Such as our best at three and twenty be With enuy then he might haue ouerthrowne her When age nor time had power to sease vpon her But when the vnpittying Fates her end decreed They to the same did instantly proceed For well they knew if she had languish'd so As those which hence by naturall causes goe So many prayers and teares for her had spoken As certainly their Iron lawes had broken And had awak'd heau'n who clearely would haue show'd That change of Kingdoms to her death it ow'd And that the World still of her end might thinke It would haue let some neighboring mountain sinke Or the vast Sea it in on vs to cast As Seuerne did about some fiue yeares past Or some sterne Comet his curld top to reare Whose

they Are got with paine that sit out of the way Of this ignoble age which raiseth none But such as thinke their blacke damnation To be a trifle such so ill that when They are aduanc'd those few poore honest men That yet are liuing into search doe runne To find what mischiefe they haue lately done Which so prefers them say thou he doth rise That maketh vertue his chiefe exercise And in this base World come what euer shall Hee s worth lamenting that for her doth fall Vpon the three Sonnes of the Lord SHEFFIELD drowned in Humber LIght Sonnets hence and to loose Louers flie And mournefull Maydens sing an Elegie On those three Sheffields ouerwhelm'd with waues Whose losse the teares of all the Muses craues A thing so full of pitty as this was Me thinks for nothing should not slightly passe Treble this losse was why should it not borrow Through this Iles treble parts a treble sorrow But fate did this to let the World to know That sorrowes which from common causes grow Are not worth mourning for the losse to beare But of one onely sonne 's not worth one teare Some tender hearted man as I may spend Some drops perhaps for a deceased friend Some men perhaps their wiues late death may r 〈…〉 Or wiues their husbands but such be but few Cares that haue vs'd the hearts of men to touch So oft and deepely vvill not now bee such who 'll care for losse of maintenance or place Fame liberty or of the Princes grace Or suites in lavv by base corruption crost When he shall finde that this which he hath lost Alas is nothing to his which did loose Three sonnes at once so excellent as those Nay it is feard that this in time may breed Hard hearts in men to their owne naturall seed That in respect of this great losse of theirs ●en wil scarce mourne the death of their own heirs Through all this Ile their losse so publique is That euery man doth take them to be his And as a plague which had beginning there ●o catching is and raigning euery where ●hat those the farthest off as much doe rue them ●s those the most familiarly that knew them Children with this disaster are waxt sage ●nd like to men that strucken are in age ●alke what it is three children at one time ●hus to haue drown'd and in their very prime ●ea and doe learne to act the same so well ●hat then old folke they better can it tell Inuention oft that Passion vs'd to faine ●● sorrowes of themselues but slight and meane ●o make them seeme great here it shall not need ●or that this Subiect doth so farre exceed ●ll forc'd Expression that what Poesie shall ●appily thinke to grace it selfe withall ●●lls so below it that it rather borrowes ●race frō their griefe then addeth to their sorrowes ●or sad mischance thus in the losse of three ●o shewe it selfe the vtmost it could be ●xacting also by the selfe same lawe ●he vtmost teares that sorrowe had to draw ●ll future times hath vtterly preuented ●f a more losse or more to be lamented Whilst in faire youth they liuely flourish'd here ●● their kind Parents they were onely deere ●t being dead now euery one doth take Them for their owne and doe like sorrow make As for their owne begot as they pretended Hope in the issue which should haue discended From them againe nor here doth end our sorrow But those of vs that shall be borne to morrow Still shall lament them and when time shall count To what vast number passed yeares shall mount They from their death shall duly reckon so As from the Deluge former vs'd to doe O cruell Humber guilty of their gore I now beleeue more then I did before The Brittish Story whence thy name begun Of Kingly Humber an inuading Hun By thee deuoured for t' is likely thou With blood wert Christned blood-thirsty till now The Ouse the Doue And thou farre clearer Trent To drowne these Sheffields as you gaue consent Shall curse the time that ere you were infus'd Which haue your waters basely thus abus'd The groueling Boore ye hinder not to goe And at his pleasure Ferry to and fro The very best part of whose soule and blood Compar'd with theirs is viler then your mud But wherefore Paper doe I idly spend On those deafe waters to so little end And vp to starry heauen doe I not looke In which as in an euerlasting booke Our ends are written O let times rehearse Their fatall losse in their sad aniverse To the noble Lady the Lady I. S. of worldly crosses MAdame to shew the smoothnesse of my vaine Neither that I would haue you entertaine The time in reading me which you would spend In faire discourse with some knowne honest friend I write not to you Nay and which is more My powerfull verses striue not to restore What time and sicknesse haue in you impair'd ●o other end my Elegie is squar'd Your beauty sweetnesse and your gracefull parts ●hat haue drawne many eyes w●n many hearts Of me get little I am so much man ●hat let them doe their vtmost that they can ● will resist their forces and they be Though great to others yet no● so to me The first time I beheld you I then saw That in it selfe which had the power to draw My stay'd affection and thought to allow You some deale of my heart but you haue now Got farre into it and you haue the skill For ought I see to winne vpon me still When I doe thinke how brauely you haue borne Your many crosses as in fortunes scorne And how neglectfull you haue seem'd to be Of that which hath seem'd terrible to me ● thought you stupid nor that you had felt ●hose griefes which often I haue seene to melt ●nother woman into sighes and teares A thing but seldome in your sexe and yeares But when in you I haue perceiued agen Noted by me more then by other men How feeling and how sensible you are Of your friends sorrowes and with how much ca● You seeke to cure them then my selfe I blame That I your patience should so much misname Which to my vnderstanding maketh knowne Who feeles anothers griefe can feele their owne When straight me thinks I heare your patience say Are you the man that studied Seneca Plinies most learned letters and must I Read you a Lecture in Philosophie T' auoyd the afflictions that haue vs'd to reach you I'●● learne you more Sir then your bookes can teac● yo● Of all your sexe yet neuer did I know Any that yet so actually could show Such rules for patience such an easie way That who so sees it shall be forc't to say Loe what before seem'd hard to be discern'd Is of this Lady in an instant learn'd It is heauens will that you should wronged be By the malicious that the world might see Your Doue-like meekenesse for had the base scum The spawne of fiends beene in your