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A03505	The crowne of all Homers workes Batrachomyomachia or the battaile of frogs and mise. His hymn's - and - epigrams translated according to ye. originall by George Chapman; Battle of the frogs and mice. English.	Passe, Willem van de, 1598-ca. 1637, engraver.; Chapman, George, 1559?-1634.; Homer, attributed name.	1624 (1624)	STC 13628; ESTC S119240	63,637	206

string extend With an exploratorie spirit assaid To all the parts that could on it be plaid It sounded dreadfully to which he sung As if from thence the first and true force spr●ng That fashions Virtue God in him did sing His play was likewise an vnspeakable thing Yet but as an extemporall Assay Of what showe it would make being the first way It tryed his hand or a tumultuous noise Such as at feasts the first-flowr'd spirits of Boies Poure out in mutuall contumelies still As little squaring with his curious will Or was as wanton and vntaught a Store Of Ioue and Maia that rich shoes still wore He sung who sufferd ill reports before And foule staines vnder her faire titles bore But Hermes sung her Nation and her Name Did itterate euer All her high-flowne fame Of being Ioues Mistresse celebrating all Her traine of seruants and collaterall Sumpture of Houses all her Tripods there And Caldrons huge encreasing euery yeare All which she knew yet felt her knowledge flung With her fames losse which found she more wisht sung But now he in his sacred cradle laid His Lute so absolute and strait conuaid Himselfe vp to a watch-towre forth his house Rich and diuinely Odoriferous A loftie wile at worke in his conceipt Thirsting the practise of his Empires height And where Impostors rule since sable Night Must serue their deeds he did his deeds their right For now the neuer-resting Sunne was turn'd For th'vnder earth and in the Ocean burn'd His Coch and Coursers When th'ingenious spie Pieria's shadie hill had in his eye Where the immortall Oxen of the Gods In ayres flood solac't their select Abods And earths sweet greene floure that was neuer shorne Fed euer downe And these the wittie-borne Argicides set serious spie vpon Seuering from all the rest and setting gone Full fiftie of the violent Bellowers Which driuing through the sands he did reuerse His births-craft trait remembring all their houes And them transpos'd in opposite remoues The fore behinde set The behinde before T' employ the eyes of such as should explore And he himselfe as slye-pac't cast away His sandalls on the sea-sands Past display And vnexcogitable thoughts in Act Putting to shunn of his stolne steps the Tract Mixing both Tamrisk and like-Tamrisk sprayes In a most rare confusion to raise His footsteps vp from earth Of which sprayes he His armefull gathering fresh from off the Tree Made for his sandalls Tyes both leaues and tyes Holding together and then fear'd no eyes That could affect his feets discoueries The Tamrisk boughs he gather'd making way Backe from Pieria but as to conuaie Prouision in them for his iourney fit It being long and therefore needing it An ould man now at labour nere the field Of greene Onchestus knew the verdant yield Of his fayre armefull whom th'ingenious Sonne Of Maia therefore salutation Did thus beginn to Ho ould man That now Art crooked growne with making Plants to grow Thy nerues will farr be spent when these boughs shall To these their leaues confer me fruit and All. But see not thou what euer thou dost see Nor heare though heare But all as touching me Conceale since nought it can endamage thee This and no more he said and on draue still His brode-browd Oxen. Many a shadie Hill And many an echoing valley many a field Pleasant and wishfull did his passage yield Their safe Transcension But now the diuine And black-browd Night his Mistresse did decline Exceeding swiftly Daies most earely light Fast hasting to her first point to excite Wordlings to worke and in her Watch-towre shone King Pallas-Megamedes seed the Moone When through th' Alphaean flood Ioues powerfull Sonne Phoebus-Apollo's ample-foreheaded Herd Whose necks the laboring yoke had neuer spher'd Draue swiftly on and then into a stall Hillie yet past to through an humble vale And hollow Dells in a most louely Meade He gatherd all and them diuinely fedd With Odorous Cypresse and the rauishing Tree That makes his Eaters lose the memorie Of name and countrie Then he brought withall Much wood whose sight into his serch let fall The Art of making fire Which thus he tried He tooke a branch of Lawrell amplified Past others both in beautie and in sise Yet lay next hand rubb'd it and strait did rise A warme fume from it Steele being that did raise As Agent the attenuated Baies To that hot vapor So that Hermes found Both fire first and of it the seede close bound In other substances and then the seed He multiplied of sere-wood making feed The apt heat of it in a pile Combin'de Laid in a lowe Pit that inflames strait shin'de And cast a sparkling crack vp to the Skye All the drie parts so feruent were and hye In their combustion And how long the force Of glorious Vulcan kept the fire in course So long was he in dragging from their stall Two of the crook-hancht Herd that ror'd withall And rag'd for feare t'approch the sacred fire To which did all his dreadfull powrs aspire When blustring forth their breath He on the soile Cast both at length though with a world of toile For long he was in getting them to ground After their through-thrust and most mortall wound But worke to worke he ioin'd the flesh and cut Couerd with fat and on treene broches put In peeces rosted But in th'Intestines The black blood and the honorarie chines Together with the carcases lay there Cast on the cold earth as no Deities chere The Hydes vpon a rugged rock he spred And thus were these now all in peeces shred And vndistinguisht from Earths common herd Though borne for long date and to heauen endeard And now must euer liue in dead euent But Hermes h●rehence hauing his content Car'd for no more but drew to places euen The fat-works that of force must haue for heauen Their capitall ends though stolne and therefore were In twelue parts cut for twelue choice Deities chere By this deuotion To all which he gaue Their seuerall honors and did wish to haue His equall part thereof as free and well As th' other Deities but the fattie smell Afflicted him though he immortall were Play'ng mortall parts and being like mortalls here Yet his proud minde nothing the more obayde For being a God himselfe and his owne aide Hauing to cause his due And though in heart Hee highly wisht it but the weaker part Subdu'd the stronger and went on in ill Euen heauenly Powre had rather haue his Will Then haue his Right and will 's the worst of All When but in least sort it is criminall One Taint being Author of a Number still And thus resolu'd to leaue his hallow'd Hill First both the fat parts and the fleshie All Taking away at the steepe-entryed stall He laid all All the feet and heads entire And all the sere-wood making cleare with fire And now he leauing there then all things done And finisht in their fit perfection The Coles put out and their black Ashes

'le call Sabactes Asbett and Omadamus Who ylls against your Art Innumerous Excogitates supplies and multiplies Come Pallas then and all command to rise Infesting Fordge and house with fire till All Tumble together and to Ashes Fall These Potters selues dissolu'd in Teares as small And as a Horse-cheeke chides his foming Bit So let this Fordge murmure in fire and flit And all this stuffe to ashie ruines runne And thou O Circe Daughter of the Sunne Great-many-Poison Mixer come and poure Thy cruell'st Poisons on this Potters floore Shiuering their vessells and themselues affect With all the Mischiefes possible to direct Gainst all their Beings vrdg'd by all thy feends Let Chiron likewise come and all those friends The Centaures that Alcides fingers fled And All the rest too that his hand strooke dead Their Ghosts excited come and macerate These Earthen Men and yet with further Fate Affect their Fornace All their teare-burst Eyes Seeing and mourning for their Miseries While I looke On and laugh their blasted Art And them to Ruine Lastly if apart Any lies lurking and sees yet his Face Into a Cole let th' angrie fire embrace That all may learne by them in all their lust To dare Deedes Great to see them great and Iust. EIRESIONE OR The Oliue Branch THe Turrets of a Man of infinite Might Of infinite Action substance Infinite Wee make accesse to whose whole Being rebounds From Earth to Heauen nought but Blisse resounds Giue entrie then ye Dores more riches yet Shall enter with me All the Graces met In ioy of their fruition perfect Peace Confirming All All crown'd with such encrease That euery emptie Vessell in your House May stand repleate with all thing precious Elaborate Ceres may your Larders fill With all deare Delicates and serue in still May for your Sonne a Wife make wisht approch Into your Towrs and rapt in in her Coch With strong-kneed Mules May yet her state proue staid With honord Huswiferies Her faire hand laid To artfull Loomeworks and her nak't feet treade The Gumme of Amber to a Golden Beade But I 'le returne Returne and yet not presse Youre bounties now assaid with oft Accesse Once a yeere onely as the Swallow prates Before the welthie Springs wide open Gates Meane time I stand at yours nor purpose stay More time t' entreate Giue or not giue away My feet shall beare me that did neuer come With any thought to make your House my Home TO CERTAINE FISHER-BOYES PLEASING HIM WITH INGENIOVS RIDDLES YEt from the bloods euen of your-selfe-like sires Are you descended that could make ye heires To no huge hords of Coine nor leaue ye Able To feede Flocks of innumerable Rabble The end of all the endlesse works of Homer THe Worke that I was borne to doe is done Glory to him that the Conclusion Makes the beginning of my life and Neuer Let me be said to li●e till I liue Euer Where 's the outliuing of my Fortunes then Ye errant vapors of F●mes Lernean Fenn That like possest stormes blast all not in Herde With your abhorr'd heads who because casher'de By Men for Monsters thinck Men Monsters All That are not of your pyed Hood and your Hall When you are nothing but the scumm of things And must be cast off Droues that haue no stings Nor any m●re soule then a stone hath wings Auant ye Haggs your Hates and Scandalls are The Crownes and Comforts of a good Mans Care By whose impartiall Perpendiculare All is extuberance and excretion All That you your Ornaments and glories call Your wrie Mouthes censure right your blister'd Tongues That licke but itches and whose vlce●ous Lungs Come vp at all things permanent and sound O you like flies in Dreggs in Humors droun'd Your loues like Atoms lost in gloomie Ayre I would not retriue with a wither'd Haire Hate and cast still your stings then for your kisses Betray but Truth and your Applaud's are Hisses To see our supercilious wizerds frowne Their faces falne like Foggs and coming downe Stincking the Sunn out make me shine the more And like a checkt flood beare aboue the shore That their prophane Opinions faine would set To what they see not know not nor can let Yet then our learn'd Men with their Torrents come Roring from their forc't Hills all crown'd with ●ome That one not taught like them should learne to know Their Greeke rootes from thence the Groues that grow Casting such rich shades from great Homers wings That first and last command the Muses springs Though he 's best Scholler that through paines and vows Made his owne Master onely all things know's Nor pleades my poore skill forme or learned Place But dantlesse labor constant Prayer and Grace And what 's all their skill but vast varied reading As if brode-beaten High-waies had the leading To Truths abstract and narrow Path and Pit Found in no walke of any worldly wit And without Truth all 's onely sleight of hand Or our Law-learning in a Forraine Land Embroderie spent on Cobwebs Braggart show Of Men that all things learne and nothing know For Ostentation humble Truth still flies And all confederate fashionists defies And as some sharpe-browd Doctor English borne In much learn'd Latine Idioms can adorne A verse with rare Attractions yet become His English Muse like an ●●●ach●ean in Loome Wrought spight of Pallas and therein be●raies More tongue then truth beggs and adopts his Bayes So Ostentation hee bee neuer so Larded with labour to suborne his showe Shall soothe within him but a bastard soule No more Heauen heyring then Earths sonne the Moule But as in dead Calmes emptiest smokes arise Vncheckt and free vp strait into the skies So drousie Peace that in her humor steepes All she affects le ts such rise while she sleepes Many and most Men haue of wealth least store But None the gracious shame that fits the Pore So most learn'd Men enough are Ignorant But few the grace haue to confesse their want Till Liues and Learnings come concomitant For from Mens knowledges their Liues-Acts flowe Vaine glorious Acts then vaine proue all they know As Night the life-enclining starrs best showes So liues obscure the starriest soules disclose For me let iust Men iudge by what I show In Acts expos'd how much I erre or knowe And let not Enuie make all worse then nought With her meere headstrong and quite braineles thought Others for doing nothing giuing All And bounding all worth in her bursten Gall. God and my deare Redeemer rescue Me From Mens immane and mad Impietie And by my life and soule sole knowne to them Make me of Palme or Yew an Anadem And so my sole God the thrice sacred Trine Beare all th'Ascription of all Me and Mine Sine honore viuam Nulloque Numero ero A fimile illustrating the most renownd seruice of Generall Noris in his Retreate before Gant neuer before made sacred to Memorie Vt non fine Maximo fa●●re Dei comparari n●queat Pla. in Ioue

the CROWNE of all HOMERS WORKES Batrachomyomachia Or the Battaile of Frogs and Mise His Hymn's and Epigrams Translated according to ye. Originall By George Chapman London Printed by Iohn Bill his MAIESTIES Printer TO MY EVER MOST-WORTHIE-TO-BE-MOST HONOR'D LORD THE EARLE OF SOMERSET c. NOt forc't by fortune but since your free minde Made by affliction rests in choice resign'd To calme Retreate laid quite beneath the winde Of Grace and Glory I well know my Lord You would not be entitl'd to a word That might a thought remoue from your Repose To thunder and spit Flames as Greatnesse does For all the Trumps that still tell where he goes Of which Trumps Dedication being One Me thinks I see you start to heare it blowne But this is no such Trump as summons Lords Gainst Enuies steele to draw their leaden swords Or gainst Hare-lipt Detraction Contempt All which from all Resistance stand exempt It being as hard to seuer Wrong from Merit As meate-indude from blood or blood from spirit Nor in the spirits Chariot rides the soule In bodies chaste with more diuine controule Nor virtue shines more in a louely Face Then true desert is stuck off with Disgrace And therefore truth it selfe that had to blesse The merit of it all Almightinesse Would not protect it from the Bane and Ban Of all Moodes most distraught and Stygian As counting it the Crowne of all Desert Borne to Heauen to take of Earth no part Of false Ioy here for Ioyes-there-endlesse troth Nor sell his Birthright for a messe of Broth. But stay and still sustaine and his Blisse bring Like to the hatching of the Black-thornes spring With bitter frosts and smarting haile-stormes forth Fates loue Bees labors onely Paine crownes Worth This Dedication calls no Greatnes then To patrone this Greatnes-creating Penn Nor you to add to your dead calme a breath For those arm'd Angells that in spight of death Inspir'd those flowrs that wrought this poets wreath Shall keepe it euer Poesies steepest Starr As in Earths flaming wals Heauens seuenfold Carr From all the windes of Neptunes watrie sphere For euer guards the Erymanthian Beare Since then your Lordship settles in your shade A life retir'd and no Retreate is made But to some strength for else t is no Retreate But rudely running from your Battailes heate I giue this as your strength your strength my Lord In Counsailes and Examples that afford More Guard then whole Hosts of corporeal powre And more deliuerance teach the fatall Howre Turne not your medcine then to your disease By your too set and sleight repulse of these The Adiuncts of your matchlesse Odyss●s Since on that wisest minde of Man relies Refuge from all Liues Infelicities Nor sing these such diuision from them But that these spinn the thred of the same streame From one selfe Distaffs stuff for Poesies Pen Through al theames is t' informe the liues of Men All whose Retreates neede strengths of all degrees Without which had you euen Herculean knees Your foes fresh Charges would at length preuaile To leaue your Noblest suff'rance no least saile Strength then the Obiect is of all Retreates Strength needes no friends trust strength your foes defeates Retire to strength then of eternall things And y' are eternall for our knowing Spring 's Flow into those things that we truely know Which being Eternall we are render'd so And though your high-fixt Light passe infinite farr Th'aduicefull Guide of my still-trembling Starr Yet heare what my dischardg'd Peece must foretell Standing your Poore and Perdue Sentinell Kings may perhaps wish euen your Beggars Voice To their Eternities how skorn'd a choice Soeuer now it lies And dead I may Extend your life to lights extreamest Raie If not your Homer yet past doubt shall make Immortall like himselfe your Bounties stake Put in my hands to propagate your Fame Such virtue reigns in such vnited Name Retire to him then for aduice and skill To know things call'd worst Best and Best most ill Which knowne truths best chuse and retire to still And as our English Generall whose Name Shall equall interest finde in T'House of Fame With all Earths great'st Commanders in Retreate To Belgian Gant stood all Spaines Armies heate By Parma led though but one thousand strong Three miles together thrusting through the throng Of Th'Enimies Horse still pouring on their Fall Twixt him home thunderd through them al The Gallick Monsiour standing on the wall And wondring at his dreadfull Discipline Fir'd with a Valor that spit spirit Diuine In fiue Battaillons randging all his Men Bristl'd with Pikes and flanck't with Flanckers ten Gaue fire still in his Rere retir'd and wrought Downe to his fixt strength still retir'd and ●ought All the Battaillons of the Enemies Horse Storming vpon him still their fieriest Force Charge vpon Charge laid fresh he fresh as day Repulsing all and forcing glorious way Into the Gates that gaspt as swounes for Ayre And tooke their life in with vntoucht Repaire So fight out sweet Earle your Retreate in Peace No ope-warr equalls that where priuie Prease Of neuer-numberd odds of Enimie Arm'd all by Enuie in blinde Ambush lie To rush out like an open threatning skie Broke al in Meteors round about your eares Gainst which though far frō hēce through al your Reres Haue fires prepar'd wisdome with wisdome flanck And all your forces randge in present ranck Retiring as you now fought in your strength From all the Force laid in times vtmost length To charge and basely come on you behind The Doctrine of all which you here shall finde And in the true Glasse of a humane Minde Your Odysses the Body letting see All his life past through Infelicitie And manage of it all In which to friend The full Muse brings you both the prime and end Of all Arts ambient in the Orbe of Man Which neuer darknesse most Cimmerian Can giue Eclipse since blinde He all things sawe And to all euer since liu'd Lord and Lawe And though our mere-learn'd mē Modern wise Taste not poore Poesies Ingenuities Being crusted with their couetous Leprosies But hold her paines worse then the spiders worke And lighter then the shadowe of a Corke Yet th' ancient learn'd heat with celestiall fire Affirmes her flames so sacred and entire That not without Gods greatest grace she can Fall in the wid'st Capacitie of Man If yet the vile Soule of this Verminous time Loue more the Sale-Muse and the Squirrels chime Then this full sphere of Poesies sweetest Prime Giue them vnenuied their vaine veine and vent And rest your wings in his approu'd ascent That yet was neuer reacht nor euer fell Into affections bought with things that sell Being the Sunns Flowre and wrapt so in his skie He cannot yeeld to euery Candles eye Whosemost worthy Discoueries to your Lordships Iudiciall Perspectiue in most subdude Humilitie submitteth George Chapman The occasion of this Impos'd CROWNE AFter this not onely Prince of Poets but