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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A09538	Times iourney to seeke his daughter Truth and Truths letter to Fame of Englands excellencie.	Pett, Peter, fl. 1599.	1599 (1599)	STC 19818; ESTC S110438	19,872	52

Times iourney to seeke his Daughter Truth And Truths Letter to Fame of Englands Excellencie 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 AT LONDON Imprinted by F. K. for Humfrey Lownes 1599. TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE AND MY SINGVLAR GOOD LORD CHARLES EARLE OF Notingham Baron of Effingham Knight of the most noble order of the Garter Lord high Admirall of England Ireland and Wales c. and one of her Maiesties most Honorable priuie Councell YOur late fauourable intertainement Right Honorable vouchsafed to this my hard fauoured Childe is now my incouragement againe to present her to you clad in this new habite She hath cause to shroude her selfe vnder Honours wing for so rude is her habite and so meane her parentage that were not such patronage a safe refuge to her when the malicious shall persecute her I feare she would be accounted a roague and for wandring abroad in so vnfauourable a time be scourged with the whip of disgrace and lashed with the sharpe rod of euery Criticks censure Those many fauours which you honourably extended to my father whilst he liued and still continue to his name and children claime a farre greater testimony of gratefulnes then the greatest of my small indeuours can affoord notwithstanding accept a dutifull minde witnessed in a rude sort and when Time shall with some of his feathers better cloath my scarce-feathered Muse she will better testifie how highly she honours and admires your worth In meane time pardon her present vnworthines and once againe take in good worth this mine vnworthy present whereof hauing reason to rest perswaded I leaue further to interrupt your serious affayres and so humbly take my leaue Your Honours in all dutie Peter Pett To the Reader TO intreate their fauour that cannot be discourteous were superfluous to craue fauour of the churlish were friuolous VVhat thou art I know not but if thou meanest to peruse my Muses labour expect no great matters least thy expectation be frustrated It were folly to tell thee of my weakenes hauing laide it open to euery eye neither will I excuse it to thee because I am ignorant of thy disposition I am no Satyre to scourge thee if thou snarle at me yet feare I not the most piercing fang of peeuish enuie being sufficiently armed against all censures and therefore not to be harmed by thy censure Peter Pett TIMES IOVRNEY TO SEEKE HIS DAVGHTER TRVETH AMidst some gra●er studies taking pause To giue my tyred spirits some delight And to refresh my wearie minde because Sometime repose is very requisite That I might take a little breathing flight I left a while to trace Philosophie To please my selfe with harmlesse Poetrie With harmlesse Poetrie not otherwise Lasciuious writing doth not please my vaine For vaine it is such matters to deuise As nothing else but note of folly gaine A bootlesse labour and a fruitlesse paine Offensiue to the wise and likte of none But those which in their hearts make Follies throne Disgrace to Poets commendable Art Making that loath'd which euery man would loue If loue and Cupids arrowes wanton smart Were not the greatest motiue that doth moue Poets their wits in sugred verse to proue Ah that to proue their wits most excellent To such base meanes their wils should so be bent Loue is too base a Subiect now to write of Common to euery ballad-makers time And farre vnfit for Scholers to indite of For they should holde more pretious their time And sure there cannot be a greater crime Then to mispend time in so lewd a wise As if we did the price thereof despise For doe not men the pretio●s time mispend Whilst they discourse of loues and louers ●one That cannot sort to any other end Then make the hart of man soule Vices throne That of it selfe to lewdnesse is so prone Adding to smoaking flaxe a burning flame Which at first touch doth set on fire the same Not such was my intent or purposde drift Pleasing to me was alwayes Poes● A soule-infused faire celestiall gift In rauishing with ●eauenly harmony But Loue vntunes that pleasant melody Makes sweetest tunes to iarre and disagree Makes Art a thrall but Arte loues to be free And therefore when I meant in measur'd style To please my selfe and other not offend I thought loue-matters ouer base and vyle Nor of such toyes to write I did intend But other wayes my cogitations bend Three speciall sorts of writ I then did find All which I well approued in my mind The first is morall and that sort indeed To carpe at Vices profitable is To shew amongst good corne the noysome weed And tell the World wherein it doth amis For though the VVorld doth little count of this Yet he that herein well imployes his pen Well pleaseth God and merits prayse with men The second sorte is call'd historicall That tells of sundry lamentable fates Declares the life the death the pompe the fall Of Emperours and mghty Potentates Of Princes and of other Magistrates And this in it much profit doth contayne By others harmes to warne them that remayne The third sort that is allegoricall Which vnder Metaphors and couert phrase Proposeth Vertue to the vew of all Clad in a rich attyre that whilst men gase Vpon the same and on her beauties blase Vnwares they learne to know fayre Vertues price And see the foule deformity of Vice And he that in this kynd can temper well Profit with sweet delight vnto his prayse Well may we yeeld and say he doth excell And for his skill his fame to heauen vp rayse So may we speake of Spe●sers golden layes Whome neuer any man could equall yet That in our tongue hath as a Poet writ On these three sorts whilst I did ruminate As taking respite which of them to chuse That when I should my selfe thus recteate That little time I might not vainely vse Nor such a pretious gift of God abuse I found my wit more dull then it was wont And myne 〈◊〉 seemed very blunt Therefore I left my melancholy cell To set an edge on myne inuention Streight went I to a walke that likte me well That I might make some disposition In order of those things I thought vpon For many thoughts Maze-lyke the mynd inclose Confusedly till order them dispose No sooner to this walke I entred then But that a Subiect for my Muse I found And presently gan fit it for my pen For when I markt how chearefully the ground The herbes the plants the trees about me round Praysd their 〈◊〉 in their seuerall kynd Thus I began to reason in my mynd All creatures of th● Eternall God but 〈◊〉 In seuerall sorts doe glorify his name● Things dumbe and ●●●●ely sencelesse as they ca● Yet seeme to prayse and magnify the same Is it not then an 〈…〉 That man should be 〈…〉 Of whome God 〈◊〉 him Lord 〈…〉 Each tree doth seeme tenne thousand tongues to haue With them to laude the Lord omnipotent Each leafe that with Windes gentle breath doth

more then is the Sun in clearest Sky When as no gloomy cloud lets him to show His goulden light but thou so swift doest fly As that Trueths mansion thou canst not descry Marke and Ile tell thee where thy daughter is And make thee glad to heare thy daughters blisse When Henry liu'd Truths farre-renowned frend In Englan● highly then she honourd was And so continu'd she till thou didst end His life and worthy Edwards life alas Then Enuy so her purpose brought to passe England disgraced all her glory and Misled by Enuy banisht truth her land All comfortlesse sad and disconsolate Poo●e Truth opprest to take her passage hyde She tooke her barke alone and scorning mate Where she was so abu'sd was brought with tyde At last into the Ocean gulfe so wyde Where many waues her little barke did crosse And many billowes bitterly it tos●e And fayne she would swift flying Time haue seene To him of this her sorrow to complaine Now banished late honoured as a Queene But when she saw her wishes were but vayne She left to wish yet could not greife restrayne At last I chauncing nigh that way to fly Her thus oppressed did I then espy Her cheekes were blubbered her hayre was torn● Her garments ●ent and all besprent with teares Her hands she wrung and looked all forlorne Her heart was full of agonyes and feares And euery while her eyes to heauen she ●eares Soone as she saw me she did comfort take Aud from her passions did her selfe awake She askt if I could tell her where Time were I answerd that I had not seen him long But that I merueiled to see her there Fayre Lady Truth who hath done you this wrong Sayd I but griefe then ●e●●ered her tongue At last she sobbing sayd she was misused Iniustly and 〈◊〉 abused Then offred I my selfe on her t'attend That if I could I might her somewhat cheare But on the suddayne did from heauen descend A glorious Angel bright and very cleare Whome God for that he houldeth Truth most-deare Did send to comfort her in this distresse Least too much griefe would her too much oppresse And thus he spake sweet Goddesse without spot Feare not fayre virgin be not so dis●ayd Thinke not that God hath sacred Truth forgot Or that h'will suffer thee to be betrayd Cheare vp thy selfe let passion be allayd Most pleasing newes God now by me hath sent thee Which when thou knowest I know it will content thee Thine enemies in England now are dead For thy sake God hath made their liues but short And Englands crowne set on a virgins head In whome of graces such a sort consort That no tongue her perfections can report Hast thither and though England wronged thee Thy wrongs redresse Elizabeth will see This sayd he takes the guiding of the helme And Truth reioyc'd that shee such comfort had Whome late a Sea of griefe seemd to o●ewhelme And now shee was as ioyfull and as glad As shee before was comfortlesse and sad Shee thanked God for this great benefit And backe to Englands shore her barke doth flit I flew before as swift as roules the Sky And on my trumpet did I sound aloud That Truth approached presently did hy To euery shore a prease and thronging croud To see where Truths barke would it selfe inshroude Elizabeth no sooner heard of this But that shee sayd shee had obtaynd her wish For when Truth was 〈◊〉 this matchlesse Queene Did her imbrace and 〈◊〉 graciously The people which not lo●g her face had se●●e Witnest their ioy by an applauding cry And fayre Eliza thank't God hartily That T●●th againe in safety was re●ou●ned For whose long absence shee so long had mourned And as when Tully was recal'd agayne From wrongfull banishment Rome did reioyce In euery street there followd him a trayne To welcome him with glad and ioyfull voyce Of whome they thought their Gods made speciall choyce To doe Rome good so England weclom'd Truth And made her quite forget her former ru●th And now with chast Elizabeth shee dwels Highly adored and admir'd of all My trompe abroad her rare perfection tels Whereby in many lands shee holds the ball And multitudes are subiect to her call For though in England shee hath residence In other lands shee hath prehemince And thus good Time I vnto thee haue tolde Where sacred Truth thy daughter's intertayned No point in this my tale can be controlde No sentence in the same is false or fayned Vpon sure grounds the same is all sustayned And that no place of doubting may remayne Behold a witnesse to confirme it playne See here a 〈◊〉 from thy daughters 〈◊〉 Who for she heard of 〈…〉 The brood of E●●y that most loathsome else Did spread of England in malicious sort That shee might me from blasing it dehort Least I should giue th●m credence to preuent me Of Englands Excelle●ce this writ shee sent me Wherein thou mayst confirmed playnly ●ee By testimonie of Truths sacred pen All which I now haue vttered to thee And daily sounds my trompe in ea●e● of men Heare thou this letter read good Time and then Iudge thou of Fame as thou shalt find iust cause● Fault her if shee haue spoke one faul●y clause This was the letter which I sayd before It seemed Fame did read on as shee flew And to o're take swift-paced Time did so're And here in following termes it doth insue Declaring Fames report to be most true And with it witnessing the great renowne Of glorious England and Elizaes crowne TRVTHS LETTER TO FAME OF ENGLANDES EXCELLENCIE ADmired Fame by all men honoured Thou due rewarder of all great desarts Thou that doest make men liue when they are dead Thou cherisher of honour-breathing harts Parent of valour Nurse of sacred Arts Take thou a little truce with false surmises And marke what Truth thee to report aduises Speake thou of England and her excellence Straine thou aloft thy trompets roaring blast Tell thou to all her great preheminence And as through euery land thou flyest fast Let Englands worth be neuer ouerpast That all the VVorld may wonder much at this That such a wonder in the VVorld there is And first declare in what an high account Shee houldeth Truths most sacred deity Her kindnesse now to me doth farre surmount Her late vnkindnesse shewd to me when I Was forced into banishment to fly The chiefe efficient of which direfull woe Was cruell Enuy my malicious foe But now no 〈…〉 What ere they were in ages ●ou●● of 〈◊〉 Amongst whome I in greatest honour 〈◊〉 Did e●er prize me 〈◊〉 a higher rate Then England doth or more increase my state No nation 〈…〉 more Then glorious Engl●nd doth 〈◊〉 now adore Thou sawst how shee did welcome me when as Vpon her shore I was agayne arriued Thou sawst how great my intertainment was Though Enuy late had me of right depriued And to disgrace me stra●agems contriued But I haue greater arguments to proue The greatnesse of her kindnesse and