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The three first bookes of Ouid de Tristibus translated into English; Tristia. Book 1-3. English
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Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D.; Churchyard, Thomas, 1520?-1604.
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THE Three first BOOKES OF Ouid de Tristibus Translated into English IMPRINTED at London in Fleetestrete neare vnto Sainct Dunstones Church by Thomas Marsh. 1580. Cum Priuilegio The occasion of this Booke OF Ouidius Naso his banishment diuers occasions be supposed but the commoÌ„ opinion and the most likely is that Augustus Caesar theÌ„ Em perour reading his Bookes of the Arte of Loue misliked theÌ„ so much that he condemned Ouid to exile After which time the sayd Ouid aswel in his passage on the Sea as after arriued in the Barbarous countries the rather to recouer the Emperours grace wrote these Elegies or Lamentable verses directing some to the Gods some to Caesar some to his wife some to his Daughter some to his Frendes some to his foes c. And called this booke the booke of Sorowes In latin de Tristibus TO HIS MOST ASSVred and tryed Friende Maister Christopher Hatton Esquire Thomas Churchyarde wysheth continuaunce of Vertue AS I haue greate desyre to perfourme my promise touching my whole workes of English Verses good maister Hatton so I wish my selfe able euerye waye to keepe the worthinesse of your Frendship which many haue tasted and few can fynd fault withall such is the eeueÌ„nesse of your dealinges and the vpright behauiour of the same VVel least I should seeme to vnfolde a fardle of Flattrie I retourne to my matter My booke being vnreadye considering I was commaunded by a great and mighty parsonage to write y e same againe I am forced in the meane whyle to occupy your iudgement with the reading of another mans worke whose doings of it self are sufficieÌ„t to purchase good report albeit it wanted such a Patron as you are to defende it The rest of that woorke which as yet is not come forth I purpose to pen and set out crauing a litle leasure for the same And surely sir I blush that myne owne booke beares not a better Tytle but the basenes of the matter wil not suffer it to beare any higher name than Churchyardes Chyps for in the same are sondry tryfles composed in my youth and such fruicte as those dayes and my simple knowledge coulde yelde so that the aptest name for such stuffe was as I thought to geue my workes this Title to be called Churchyardes Chips to warme the wittes of his welwillers In my first booke shal be three Tragedies two tales a Dreame a description of Frendship a Farewell to the Court the siege of Leeth and sondry other thinges y t are already written And in my seconde Booke shal be foure Tragedies ten Tales the Siege of Saint Quintaynes Newhauen Calleis and Guynes and I hope the rest of all the sorrein warres that I haue seene or heard of abroade shall follow in another volume Thus commending this little present to your coÌ„sideration I trouble you not long with the tediousnes of my Epistle and wishing you muche worshippe good â—ame and blessed fortune I bydde you moste hartely farewell Yours in all at commaundement Thomas Churchyarde Ouid to his Booke The Elegie first MY litle booke I blame thee not to stately towne sâ—all goe O cruell chaunce y â— where thou goest thy maister may not so Goe now thy way yet sute thy selfe in sad and simple geare Such exiles weede as time requyre I wil y â— thou do weare No vastie Uiolet shalt thou vse nor robe of Purple hue Those costly coulours be vnsâ—t our carefull cause to â—ue With ruddy red dye not thy face nor sappe of Ceder tree Such outward huâ— see that thou haue as cause assignes to thee Frounce not thy fearefull face I say nor haplesse head to streke But roughe and rugde so shew in sight that pity may prouoke Those subtill sleights be much more meete for volumes voyde of paine But thou of my vnfrendly fate a myrror must remayne Be not abasht thy ruefull blots to set and shew in sight That of my teares men may them iudge to haue beene made a right Depart thy way and in my name salute those blessed bowers When as thy fearefull foote shall fall in Caesars stately towers If any be as some there are amongst the rurall route Forgetlesse frends shall aske for mee or ought shall seeme to doubte Say that I liue which as I do by force of heauenly might So do confesse my troubled state wherein thou sees me plight If further speach shall thee prouoke or other skill they craue I charge thee then to take good heede no wastfull wordes to haue My faulty facts if any shall reproue perhaps to thee Or dolefull deedes in publike place condempned chaunce to beâ— Spend thou no speach nor do not care tho threatning browes they beÌ„de A rightfull cause it hindreth oft with wordes if we defend Some shalt thou finde that wil bewayle me thus in exile sent And reading thee with trickling teares my carefull case lament And in their muttring mindes will wish least wicked men may heare That Caesars yre once set a syde from paynes I may be cleare To such therefore as wel do wish to vs that payne do proue To mighty Ioue wee pray likewyse like sorrowes to remoue All thinges thus staâ—de in quiet state and Caesars grace once wonne Doth wish my lothsome life to ende where life I first begonne A worke vnworthy of my witte of thee some men will iudge And doing that I thee requyre at thee likewyse shall grudge Yet ought a Iudge as well to time as matteâ— haue regarde Which if ye haue as I do hope thou sasely shalt be harde For pleasaunt berses do proceede from quiet resting brayne But soden sorrowes mee assaultes with hugie heapes of â—ayne A time of trouble voyde it craues a perfit verse to make But mee the Seas the wrestâ—yng wyndes the winter wyld doth shake A minde more free from feare it askes in deadly doubt I stand Least that my life with sword be reft by force of enemyes hand Yet some there are that maruâ—ile will and rightfull Iudges bee When they this meane and simple verse with equall eyes shall see For though that Homer yet did liue with sorrowes so be set His wonted wits through malyce mighte I feare he should forget Yet shewe thy selfe my seely booke without regard of fame Nor though percase thou doest displease let it not thee ashame Syth fortune so vnfrendly is to hope it were in vayne That thou therby should purchase prayse to make therof thy gayne Whyle fortune smyld with smirking chere of fame I had desyre And noted name on euery syde I sought for to acquyre A fayned verse lo now I make and hate my hurtful lore Let it suffice sith that my wit forsaketh me therfore Yet goe thou one and in my steede the royall Rome to see God graunt that there is none of myne they may account of thee And though thou there a straunger be thinke not vnknowen to come But that amids the mighty towne thou shalt be knowen to some Thy colour wil disclose thy
no man did forbid that when Thiocles whiâ—om slayne Antigones should bury him though king denyde it playne And mixe my boanes with poudeâ— dry of sweete Ammomus tree And in the Subbuâ—â—es of the towne let them reposed bee And letteâ—s great in Maâ—ble grau'de with seemely verse deuise Which on my Tombe tâ—e posâ—ers by may well discerne with eyes EPITAPHE Here Naso now beâ—old I lye that wrote of tender loue A Poet learnd whose wits were cause y e deth did him remoue And who so here a louer comes say thus if Payne be none God graunt that Nasoes boanes abyde in quiet rest ecâ—one On Tombe these shall suffice but â—et my bookes shall lâ—ngeâ— byde As monumentes of mee which that no tract of time shall â—yde And those which Author hurted haue 〈◊〉 hope I through the same My time shall more prolonged bee with mâ—ch encreaâ—e oâ— Fame Yet on my Corse the due desertâ—s of Funerals besâ—ow And on the watry Garlandes see thy bitter teaâ—es do flow And though the fyre doth my Corse to ashes pale conuâ—rt Yet shall the sorry sparkes approue thy godly louing hart And now receiue this lâ—st farewell perhaps that I shall â—â—ke The which although to thee I send my selfe cannot pertake ¶ To his friend that hee should eschewe the company of great men Elâ—gia 4. O Deare in deede alwayes to mee but in this time distrest Now trusty â—â—yde sâ—nce myneâ— esâ—ate so sore hath lied opprest If ought thou 〈◊〉 thy friend beleeue well tâ—ught by practise proofe Liue to thy selfe â—roâ— haughty names of â—ight fâ—te thou aloofe Liue to thy selfe and for thy power great noblenesse escâ—ewe Right noble is the Castle whence this â—ruell lightning slewe For though in handes oâ— mighty men to helpe alone it lyes They do not help but rather hurt in worsest wicked wyse The ship whose sayle is stricken lowe escapes the stormy blast But slacky sayle and broade extent more feare then lesser taste Thou see'st how Corke with litle waight on top of water fleetes When heauy leade through paise it selfe and nets in bottome weeâ—es If I my selfe these warninges with had warned bene or thâ—â— The towne where right doth will me dwell peâ—haps I should not mis. Whil'st yet with thee I dwelt and whil'st the pâ—peâ—â—ng wynde bee put This â—oate of myne through calmy seas her quâ—et way she cut Who falleth on euen gâ—ounâ— as scant the same doth euer chaunce So falles as when to earth it comes may vp agayne aduaunce But that poore soule Elpenor fell a downe from height of Hall Whose mournefull spyrite his king vnto appeared after fall What menâ— it then that Dedalus his winges could flicker safe And Icarus to largâ—e seas his name assygned gafe Forsooth because aloft this one that other flew below For both of them did others winges their sides vpon bestow Bâ—leeue me this whâ— hidden well hath lurkt he liueth well And eche man ought within his lot to him appoynted dwell Eumenâ—des should not benâ— Childâ—es if his foolishe sonne Had not so much â—esâ—red on Achilles horse to runne And 〈…〉 Father still had bene His Sonne in fyre his Daughters and in trees should not haue seene So thou likewise for euer feaâ—e to lofty matters high And draw â—ogether I thee pray the saâ—les of purpose â—igh For â—hou well worthy art forthwith vnspurned foote to â—unne Thy course of lyfe and haue thy fate more fauourably spunne With gentle loue that I should pray for thee thou doest deseâ—â—e And faythfull â—ayth that will from mee at no time eâ—er swerâ—e With countnaunce like my carefull case I saw thee 〈◊〉 lament As well it may beleeued be my face did represâ—nt I saw thy teares with trickling fall vpon my vysage sad Which al at once were pouâ—ed forth wiâ—h tâ—usty words â—hou had Now thou also thy Fâ—iend remou'de with diligence defendes And â—ls which scant may â—ased bee with mitigating mendes All voyde of Enuy see thou lyue witâ—out renowne dispatch Thy yeares in quiet and thy selfe with equâ—ll Friendship â—atch And loue the name of Naso thine which thâ—ng is yet alone Unbâ—nisâ—ed remaynes tâ—e rest in Scythia sâ—as be gone In land which neerest ioynes to starre of Eâ—ymanâ—hus beare I byde where frost congealed hard the grounde with cold do teare The Bospher streame and Tanais with other lakes there bee In Scythia sea and names a few of place skant knowne to mee And eke there is nothing saue cold which none can saulfely byde Alas how neare the furthest land approcheth to my sydd But far away my country is and far my dearest wyfe And what thing els besydes these 〈◊〉 was pleasaunt in my lyfe Euen so these thinges be absent as the same I cannot get In body but in mynde they maâ— be all beholded yet Before myne eyes my â—ouse and towne and forme of places show And euery place together wyth thâ—ir deedes I shortly know Before myne eyes like as my wife in present shape appeares My state she greuous presseth downe and vp agayne she reares She absent greeues but lighter makes that lasting loue she lends Aâ—d heauy charge vpon her â—ayde she constantly defends Sâ— you O friende full firmely sticke within my fixed hart Whom I desyrâ— to speake vnto by eche mans name apart Bâ—t faynting feare that is beware my duty duâ— doth let Aâ—d you I thincke vnwilling would within my verse be set Aâ—ore you would and did regard it as thy loue most kinde That in my versâ— the Reader might your names so placed fâ—nde Which thing because is doubtfull now in secret brest eche one I shall talke with and will because of quaking feare to none Nor in my verse my hidden friendes betraying forth I will Expresse if any priuely haue loued loue he still Know this although in Region fâ—rre is now my resting place With all my hart you inwardly I euermore embrace And by such meanes as eche man may relieue my ils I pray Your faythfull hand to friend outcast in griefe do not denay So prosper fortuâ—e vnto you and happy still remayne As neuer in like lot the same to aske yee may be fayne To his Friend Elegia 5. OUr vse of Friendship hath bene such that thou with litle shame Tâ—rough smal acquaintance groweÌ„ before might wel haue cloakt y â— same In former bands of friendships law vnlesse thou had'st ben tide Wâ—en that my ship on safer streame wyth happy wynde did slide But when I â—ell eche man for feare did shun my diepe decay And wonted friendes their wyly backes from me they turn'de away Yet were thou bold my blasted boâ—nes with flash of Ioue his fyre To touche and to my heauy house with willing minde retyre That thou but lately knowneperâ—ourme my elder mates refraind Of whom sâ—ant two or three that now to me poore wretch remâ—ynd The sory lokes my selfe I saw and gaue to them regard The face with teares lyke myne embrewde and palenes welâ—â—re maid Thy doleful drops I beare in mynd