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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A90620	The triumphs of love: chastitie: death: translated out of Petrarch by Mris Anna Hume.; Trionfi. Selections. English	Petrarca, Francesco, 1304-1374.; Hume, Anna.	1644 (1644)	Wing P1873; Thomason E1164_2; ESTC R208709	32,367	111

THE TRIUMPHS Of LOVE CHASTITIE DEATH TRANSLATED OUT OF PETRARCH BY Mris ANNA HUME EDINBVRGH Printed by Evan Tyler Printer to the Kings most Excellent Majestie 1644. To the most excellent Princesse her Highnesse the Princesse ELISABETH Eldest daughter to the King of BOHEMIA THat my rude lines durst meet the dazeling rayes Of Majesty which from your Princely eyes Would beat the owner back blame them not they Want sense nor had they wit to bid me say Thus much in their behalfe else having heard Y' are mercifull they could not be affeard Or doubting some arrest of sudden death Made haste to be reprived by your breath True glory of your sex whose single name Protecteth vertue and commandeth fame Now you have sav'd them with a looke the rest Assume like boldnesse and desire to taste Like honour since they justly think their claim Better by vertue of great Petrarchs name Whom if they lamely follow t is more grace Then t' have outgone a meaner Poets pace Your milder judgement must the sentence give For which they humbly wait to make them live The humblest of your Highnesse servants ANNA HUME ANOTHER TO HER HIGHNESSE I Doe not dedicate these to delight Or profit you both are the Authors right Nor is it that your Highnesse may protect My part it merits not so much respect Nor that you may examine and compare It lesse deserves such serious Princely care Nor is it gratitude because y' have been Pleas'd to approve some others you have seen Since retribution so farre below Proportion would be worse then still to owe Nor vanity that thus I may have leave To tell the world the honour I receive In that my name hath reacht your sacred eare I hate that emptie vice yet need not feare The censure were it just since 't would make proud The staidest thoughts to be by you allow'd If any aske me What is then my end 'T is to approve my selfe a reall friend To chaste Lauretta whom since I have tane From the dark Cloyster where she did remain Unmarkt because unknown my aime is now To make her happy by attending you Where she may see her truest worth outgone And learn more vertue then she yet hath known The humblest of your Highnesse servants ANNA HUME To the Reader REader I have oft been told Verse that speake not Love are cold I would gladly please thine eare But am loth to buy 't too deare And 't is easier farre to borrow Lovers tears then feel their sorrow Therefore he hath furnish't me Who had enough to serve all three The Triumph of LOVE Translated out of Petrarch CHAP. I. The Argument A vision shews the captived By mighty Love in triumph led IT was the time when I doe sadly pay My sighs in tribute to that sweet-sowre-day Which first gave being to my tedious woes The Sunne now o're the Bulls horns proudly goes And Phaëton had renew'd his wonted race When Love the Season and my owne ill case Drew me that solitary place to finde In which I oft unload my charged minde There tir'd with raving thoughts and helplesse moan Sleep seal'd my eyes up and my senses gone My waking fancie spied a shining light In which appear'd long pain and short delight A mighty Generall I then did see Like one who for some glorious victory Should to the Capitol in triumph go I who had not been us'd to such a show In this soft age where we no valour have But pride admir'd his habit strange and brave And having rais'd mine eyes which wearied were To understand this sight was all my care Foure snowie steeds a fiery Chariot drew There sat the cruel boy a threatning ewe His right hand bore his Quiver arrowes held Against whose force no helme or shield prevail'd Two party-coloured wings his shoulders ware All naked else and round about his chaire Were thousand mortals some in battell tain Many were hurt with darts and many slain Glad to learn newes I rose and forward prest So farre that I was one amongst the rest As if I had been kill'd with loving pain Before my time and looking through the train Of this teare-thirsty King I would have spi'd Some of my old acquaintance but descri'd No face I knew If any such there were They were transform'd with prison death and care At last one Ghost lesse sad than th' others came Who neare approaching call'd me by my name And said This comes of Love What may you be I answer'd wondring much that thus know me For I remember not t' have seen your face He thus reply'd It is the duskie place That dull's thy sight and this hard yoake I beare Else I a Thuscan am thy friend and deare To thy remembrance his wonted phrase And voyce did then discover what he was So we retir'd aside and left the throng When thus he spake I have expected long To see you here with us your face did seem To threaten you no lesse I doe esteem Your prophesies but I have seen what care Attends a Lovers life and must beware Yet have I oft been beaten in the field And sometimes hurt said I but scorn'd to yeeld He smil'd and said Alas thou dost not see My sonne how great a flame 's prepar'd for thee I knew not then what by his words he meant But since I finde it by the dire event And in my memory 't is fixt so fast That marble gravings cannot firmer last Mean while my forward youth did thus enquire What may these people be I much desire To know their names pray give me leave to aske I thinke ere long 't will be a needlesse taske Replied my friend thou shalt be of the train And know them all this captivating chain Thy neck must beare though thou dost little feare And sooner change thy comely forme and haire Then be unfettered from the cruell tie How ere thou struggle for thy liberty Yet to fulfill thy wish I wil relate What I have learn'd The first that keeps such state By whom our lives and freedomes we forgoe The world hath call'd him Love and he you know But shal know better when he comes to be A Lord to you as now he is to me Is in his child-hood milde fierce in his age 'T is best beleev'd of those that feel his rage The truth of this thou in thy selfe shalt finde I warn thee now pray keep it in thy mind Of idle loosenesse he is oft the childe With pleasant fancies nourisht and is stil'd Or made a God by vain and foolish men And for a recompense some meet their bane Others a harder slavery must endure Than many thousand chains and bolts procure That other gallant Lord is conquerour Of conquering Rome led captive by the faire Egyptian Queen with her perswasive Art Who in his honours claimes the greatest part For binding the worlds victor with her charmes His Trophees are all hers by right of armes The next is his adoptive sonne whose love May seem more just

he fled Glaucus alone 165. line Glaucus was a fisher and seeing that the new haild fish by tasting a kinde of herb upon the banke revived and leapt againe into the Sea He tried the conclusion himselfe and followed them by which means he became a Sea-god Hee loved Scilla but Circe loving him and seeing her selfe despised by him for the love he bare to Galatea Circe transformed her rivall into a Rocke so as Glaucus swims along without his Mistresse and curseth the loving Witch that caused it Canens laments 168 line Canens was wife to Picus a King in Italy of old Circe transformed him also to a Magpie because she could not obtain his love Aegeria while she wept 173. line Aegeria was a Nymph or Goddesse that converst with Numa Pompilius in his solitary retirements whilest he composed the Romane lawes being the first King of Rome after Romulus So sayes Plutatch and Titus Livius yet Livius saith also she was his wife by which it should seeme that being as wise as her husband she had a good hand in the businesse The Poets fained her to weep her self into a Well after his death because there was a Well in the middle of that Grove which he made for their consultations Scilla a horrid Rock 174. line See above in the Annotations 165. Infamous the Cicilian strand 175. line That is hath made it dangerous for passengers Her trembling hand 176. line Cannace daughter to Eolus having had a childe by her brother her father caused cut the childe in pieces and commanded her to kill her selfe which she being compelled to resolve on writ first to her brother with the pen in the one hand and a knife in the other to give him notice of her end that he might burie her childe and her His live Mistris 178. line Pigmalions mistresse was a statue of his owne cutting on which he grew enamoured and prayed till it became a live woman Aganippe and Castalia 179. line Aganippe and Castalia are two Fountains in Parnassus sacred to the Muses Faire banks placed 181. Because the Poets doe all drinke of these two Wells Petrarch will have the bankes to bee their ordinary residence alive and dead Cydippe by an apple foold 182. line Her Lover writ an oath That shee should marry him upon an apple and dropt it in Apollos Temple which she finding and reading he made her beleeve shee had sworne to make him her Husband CHAP. III. The Argument Love woundeth Petrarchs wary heart Who well describes that dying smart MY heart was fill'd with wonder and amaze As one struck dumb in silence stands at gaze Expecting Counsel when my friend drew neare And said What doe you looke why stay you here What mean you know you not that I am one Of these and must attend pray let 's be gone Deare friend said I consider what desire To learn the rest hath set my heart on fire My owne haste stops me I beleeve 't said he And I will help 't is not forbidden me This Noble man on whom the others wait You see is Pompey justly call'd The great Cornelia followeth weeping his hard fate And Ptolomies unworthy causelesse hate You see farre off the Grecian General His base wife with Aegisthus wrought his fal Behold them there and judge if Love be blinde But here are Lovers of another kinde And other faith they kept Lyncus was sav'd By Hypermnestra Pyramus bereav'd Himselfe of life thinking his mistresse slain Thisbes like end shortned her mourning pain Leander swimming often drown'd at last Hero her faire selfe from her window cast Courteous Vlisses his long stay doth mourn His chaste wife prayeth for his safe return While Circes amarous charmes her prayers controule And rather vexe then please his vertuous soule Amilcars sonne who made great Rome afraid By a mean wench of Spain is captive led This Hipsicrates is the vertuous faire Who for her husbands deare Love cut her haire And serv'd in all his warres This is the wife Of Brutus Portia constant in her life And death This Julia is who seems to mone That Pompey loved best when she was gone Looke here and see the Patriarch much abus'd Who twice seven years for his fair Rachel choos'd To serve O! powerfull love increast by woe His father this Now see his Grandsire goe With Sarah from his home This cruel Love O'recame good David so it had power to move His righteous heart to that abhorrid crime For which he sorrowed all his following time Just such like errour soil'd his wise sonnes fame For whose idolatry Gods anger came Here 's he who in one houre could love and hate Here Tamar full of anguish wailes her state Her brother Absolon attempts t' appease Her grieved soul Sampson takes care to please His fancy and appeares more strong then wise Who in a traitresse bosome sleeping lies Amongst those pikes and speares which guard the place Love wine and sleep a beauteous widdowes face And pleasing Art hath Holopherues taine She backe again retires who hath him slain With her one maide bearing the horrid head In haste and thanks God that so wel she sped The next is Sichem he who found his death In circumcision his father hath Like mischiefe felt the City all did prove The same effect of his rash violent Love You see Ahashuerus how well he bears His losse a new love soon expels his cares This cure in this disease doth seldome fail One naile best driveth out another nail If you would see Love mingled oft with hate Bitter with sweet behold fierce Herods state Beset with Love and crueltie at once Enraged first then late his fault bemoans And Mariamne cals those three faire Dames Who in the list of Captives write their names Pocris Deidamia Artimesia were All good the other three as wicked are Semiramis Biblis and Myrrha nam'd Who of their crooked wayes are now asham'd Here be the erring Knights in ancient scroules Lancelot Tristram and the vulgar soules That wait on these Jiniver and the faire Isond with other Lovers and the pair Who as they walke together seeme to plain Their just but cruel fate by one hand slaine Thus he discours'd and as a man that feares Approching harme when he a trumpet heares Starts at the blow ere touch 't my frighted blood Retir'd as one rais'd from his Tombe I stood When by my side I spi'd a lovely maide No Turtle ever purer whitenesse had And straight was caught who lately swore I would Defend me from a man at Armes nor could Resist the wounds of words with motion grac't The image yet is in my phansie plac't My friend was willing to increase my woe And smiling whisperd You alone may goe Conferre with whom you please for now we are All stained with one crime My sullen care Was like to theirs who are more griev'd to know Anothers happinesse then their owne woe For seeing her who had enthral'd my minde Live free in peace and no disturbance finde And seeing