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Eglogs epytaphes, and sonettes. Newly written by Barnabe Googe: 1563. 15. Marche
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Googe, Barnabe, 1540-1594.; Blundeston, Laurence.
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and happy choyse In sacred Scoles thy luckye yeares to trayne By whiche thou hast obtaynde O happy thyng To learne to lyue whyle other wander wyde And by thy lyfe to please the immortall kyng Then whiche so good nothyng can be applyed Lawe gyues the gayne and Physycke fyls the Purse Promotions hye gyues Artes to many one But this is it by whiche we scape the Curse And haue the blys of God when we be gone Is this but onely Scriptures for to reade No no. Not talke but lyfe gyues this in deade ¶ To Doctor Bale GOod aged Bale that with thy hoary heares Doste yet persyste to turne the paynefull Booke O happye man that hast obtaynde suche yeares And leavst not yet on Papers pale to looke Gyue ouer now to beate thy weryed brayns And rest thy Pen that long hath laboured soore For aged men vnfyt sure is suche paine And the beseems to laboure now no more But thou I thynke Don Platoes part will playe With Booke in hand to haue thy dyeng daye ¶ Finis ¶ To M. Edwarde Cobham OLde Socrates whose wysdome dyd excell And past the reache of wysest in his tyme Surmounted all that on the earth dyd dwell That Craggye Hyls of vertue hye dyd clyme That Socrates my Cobham dyd allowe Eche man in youth hym selfe in Glasse to vew And wyld them oft to vse the same but how Not to delyght in forme of fadyng hew Nor to be proude therof as many be But for to stryue by beautie of the mynde For to adourne the beautie he doth se If warlyke forme Dame Nature hym assygnde By vertuous lyfe than couÌ„tenauÌ„ce for to get That shall deface the fayrest of them all Suche Beautie as no age nor yeares wyll fret That flyes with fame whan fyckle forme doth fayle Thus muche I saye that here to the present My wordes a Glasse for the to looke vpon To the whom God in tender yeares hath lent A towardenes that maye be mused vpon Suche towardenes as in more grauer yeares Doth sure a hope of greater thyngs pretende Thy noble mynde that to thy frendes appeare Doth showe the blud wherof thou doste descende The gentlenes thou vsest vnto all suche As smallye haue deserued good wyll of the Doth showe the grace thou hast that sure is muche As euer yet in any I dyd se Thy wyt as rype as Nature well can gyue Declares a greater hope than all the rest That shall remayne to the whilst thou doste lyue In desperate yls a Medycyne euer prest The good behauyour of thy selfe in place Whersoeuer that thou chauncest for to lyght So much both beautie mynde and wyt doth grace As well can be requyred of any wyght What resteth now but onely God to prayse Of whom thou hast receaued these Gyftes of thyns So shalt thou long lyue heare with happye dayes And after Death the starrye Skyes shalt clyme Let noughtye men saye what they lyst to the Trade thou thy selfe in seruyng hym aboue No sweter seruyce can deuysed be Whom yf thou fearst and faythfully doste loue Be sure no thyng on earth shall the annoye Be sure he wyll the from eche harme defende Be sure thou shalt long tyme thy lyfe enioye And after many yeares to haue a blessed ende ¶ Finis ¶ Of Edwardes of the Chappell DEuyne Camenes that w t your sacred food Haue fed and fosterde vp from tender yeares A happye man that in your fauour stoode Edvvards in Courte that can not fynde his feares Your names be blest that in this present age So fyne a head by Arte haue framed out Whom some hereafter helpt by Poets rage Perchaunce maye matche but none shall passe no doubt O Plautus yf thou wert alyue agayne That Comedies so fynely dydste endyte Or Terence thou that with thy plesaunt brayne The hearers mynde on stage dydst much delyght What wold you say syrs if you should beholde As I haue done the doyngs of this man No word at all to sweare I durst be bolde But burne with teares that which with myrth began I meane your bookes by which you gate your name To be forgot you wolde commit to flame Alas I wolde Edvvards more tell thy prayse But at thy name my muse amased stayes To L. Blundeston SOme men be counted wyse that well can talke And some because they can eche man begyle Some for because they know well chese from chalke And can be sure weepe who so lyst to smyle But Blundston hym I call the wysest wyght Whom God gyues grace to rule affections ryght· The Aunswere of L. Blundeston to the same AFfections seekes hygh honours frayle estate Affections doth the golden meane reproue Affections tourns the frendly hart to hate Affections breede with out discretion Loue Both wyse and happye Googe he maye be hyght Whom God gyues grace to rule affections ryght ¶ To Alexander Neuell THe lytell Fysh that in the streme doth fleet With brode forth stretched Fyns for his disporte When as he spyes the Fysshes bayte so swete In haste he hyes fearynge to com to shorte But all to soone alas his gredy mynde By rash attempt doth bryng hym to his bane for where he thought a great relyefe to fynde By hydden hooke the symple fole is tane So fareth man that wanders here and theare Thynkyng no hurt to happen hym therbye He ronnes amayne to gase on Beauties cheare Takes all for golde that glysters in the eye And neuer leaues to feade by lookyng long On Beauties Bayte where Bondage lyes enwrapt Bondage that makes hym synge an other song And makes hym curse the bayte that hym entrapte Neuell to the that louest their wanton lookes Feade on the bayte but pet beware the Hookes Alexander Neuells Answere to the same IT is not cursed Cupids Dart Nor Venus cancred Spyght It is not vengeaâ—ce of the Gods That wretched harts doth smyght With restlesse rage of carefull Loue. No No thy Force alone Affâ—ctâ—on fond doth styr these flames Thou causest vs to mone And waile curs our wretched stats Our thryse vnhappy plights Our sighes powdred sobs w t tears Our greuous gronyng Sprights Thy hateful Malice doth procure O Fancye flamyng Feend Of Hel. For thou in outwarde shape And colour of a frende Dost by thy Snares slymed Hooks entrap the wounded Harts From whence these Hellike torments spryng euer greauyng Smarts Whence â—ripe of minde w t chaunged chere WheÌ„ce face be smeard w t teares WheÌ„ce thousaÌ„d mischiefs more wher w t suche Mysers liues outweares Our gasyng eyes on Bewties bayt do worke out endles bane Our eyes I say doo woorke our woo Our eyes procure our paine These are the Traps to vexed mynds Here Gyns and Snares do lye Here fyre flames by Fancie framde In brest doo broyle and frye O Gooâ—e the Bayte sone spyed is Soone vewd their wanton lookes Wheron to feede and yet to shun The priuy lurkyng hookes Their pain Their toile Their labour is There There lyes endles strife O happye
swarmes of Bees theyr Captains prease about All armed braue in Corsletes white they march with courage stout And forwarde shoue till at the length where as theyr marshall lyes They fynd the place the ioifull souÌ„ds Do mount aboue the skyes Hipolitus receaued them all with woordes of plesaunt cheare And placith them in good aray bycause the camp was neare Three Battails big of them he frams and of the Rereward strong Hath Labour charge who steppeth foorth before the statlye thronge And Captayn of the reare ward next was placed abstinens And Ioind to him for Policie was Captayne Continence The Battayle mayne Hipolitus him selfe did chuse to guyd And in the formest front therof on Courser fayre doth ryde The Trumpets sound march on apace and Dromes the same do stryke Then forward moues y e Army great In order Martiall lyke I cam behynde me thought and best it seamed then to me To vew the dynt of dreedfull sword and feyghter none to be Thie Spies were sent abroad to vew the place where CupÃde lay A longest a Ryuer fayre and broad they spye a pleasaunt way Which waye they tooke and passynge foorth at length apeares a plaine Both large vast wherâ— lyes y e rowt of Cruell Cupides trayne Thus told the spyes we onward hye and strayght in syght we haue The ferfull show of all our Foes and dredfull army braue The first y â— marched froÌ„ Cupides Camp was drowsy Idlenes The chyefest frend that loue had then the next was vyle Excâ—s A Lubbour great mishapen most of all that thear I saw As much I thynk in quantitie as hores syxe can draw A myghty face both broad and flat and all with Rubies set Muche nosed lyke a Turky Cocke with teth as blacke as Get. A Belye â–ª byg full trust with guts and Pestels two lyke Postes A knaue full square in euery poynt a Prynce of dronken Dostes Vpon a Camell couched hye for Horse coulde none hym beare A mighty Staffe in hande he had his Foes a farre to feare Behynde them all the blynded God doth com in Charyot fayre With ragyng flames flong rounde about he pestres all the ayre And afâ—er hym for tryumphe leades a thousande wounded Harts That gush abrode hot streams of blud new persed with his Dartes The army redy for to meete and all at poynt to fyght Hipolituâ— with lusty cheare and with a noble Spryght His Souldiers to encourage Thus his wordes begyns to place My valyaunt frends and Subiects all of Chast Dianaes Grace whose noble Harts were neuer staind with spot of Dastards mynd Behold our enemyes here at hande behold you coward blynd Of lytle force comparde with you howe in a fond araye They stragle out no ordre dewe obserued in theyr waye Behold what goodly Guyds they haue to gouerne them withall That neuer knew what fighting ment but lyue to Venus thrall Marke hym that guyds the rerewarde there that vyle deformed Churle Whose foggy Mates with paunches syde do thycke aboute him whurle And he that formost hether coms loe what a handsome Squyre Sure full vnapt to kepe the felde more fyt to syt by the fyre In fyne lo Victorye at hande with hye tryumphant Crowne Bent for to spoyle our Foes of Fame and cast theyr Glorye downe Fyght therfore now courageouslye and ryd your frendes of feare Declare your Manhod valyauntly and let your Harts appeare With this the sounde begyns to mouÌ„t and noyse hye to ryse And warlyke tunes begyn to dash them selues agaynst the Skyes The Canons Cracke begins to roorâ— and Darts full thycke they flye And couerd thycke the armyes both and framde a Counter Skye And now the Battayls both be ioynde with stroke of Hande to trye The quarell iust and for to fynde where Victoryâ— doth lye The Souldyers all of Idlâ—nes where Labour coms do fall And wounded sore by force of hym all bathde in blud they sprall Hym selfe alone with Idlâ—nes nowe hande to hande doth fyght And after many a mortall wounde destroyes the selye wyght Then ioynes with him Syr Aâ—stinence with ayde succours newe And both vpon the gresye Hoaste of Glottonye they flewe The Captayn doth aduaunce hymself with Abstinence to meete The vnweldy Creature smitten there is tombled vnder feete Than Fancie flyes Incontinence and all Câ—pidoes frendes Beholdynge Fortune thus to frowne by flyght them selfe defendes Cupido whan he sees hymselfe thus spoylde of all his ayde The chyef Supporters of his Courte so sodaynly decayde Bad turne his Charyottes than with haste and fast away he flyes Amongst the chaste Hipolitus on swyftye Courser hyes Than all with Ioye they after run downe thycke the enemyes fall The blinded boy for succour straight to Vâ—nus hye doth call But all his cryes auayleth not his Foes hym fast pursewe The dryuer of his Charyot soone Hipâ—litus there slewe And down froÌ„ Horse the wretche doth fall The horses spoyld of guyde A Souldier stoute of Reasons bande is wylled there to ryde Who turyng Raynes another waye restrayns hym of his flyght His Honours lost and taken thus Cupide in dolfull plyght These wordes with tremblyng voyce began syth Fortune thus quoth he Hath giuen her doome from doubtfull brest turnd her Grace from me Syth that the most misfortune nowe that euer I could fynd Hath chaunced to me and Myser I by Destenyes assygnde Am Captyue heare consydre yet what Fortune myght haue wrought And made a Canquerer of me and you in Bondage brought Consydre yet the wofull plyght wher in you had remaynd If that the Gods my happy state had not so sore disdaynd And by your Gryef than mesure mine showe mercye in this case That Conquerour coÌ„mended is who gyues to pytie place The cruell mynd dispraysed is In euery kynd of state No man to hauty lyues on earth but ons may fynd his mate These wordes Hipolitus I speake to bread no farther stryfe I speake not this of malyce heare my fute is for my lyfe Syth Fortune thus hath fauord you graunt thys my small request And let me lyue yf mercy dwell within your Noble brest By this tyme Morphens had disperst the drowsy Clowd of sleape And froÌ„ my braynes the quyet trauÌ„ce began full fast to Creape And dounward fell I wakd therwith and lokyng round a bout Long tyme I mused where I was my mynd was styl in doubt Tyll at the length I vewde the tree and place where as I sat And well beheld the pleasauÌ„t Spryng that late I wondred at that late I wondred at I sawe besyde the Golden Globe of Phebus shynyng bryght That Westwarde halfe dyd hyde his face approchyng fast the nyght Eche Byrde began to shrowd hymself in tree to take his rest And ceaste the pleasaunt tunes y t late proceaded from theyr Breaste I homewarde went and left them all and restles all that nyght I musynge laye tormented thus with fond lamentyng spryght When Phebus rose to passe the tyme and passe my gryefe awaye I toke my Pen and pend the Dreame that made my Muses staye ¶ Finis ¶ Imprynted at London in S. Brydes Churchyarde by Thomas 〈◊〉 for Raufe Nevvbery And are to be sold at his shop in Fleetestrete a lytle aboue the Conduit 1563. 15 Die Mensis March ¶ Faultes escaped in the Pryntynge ¶ In y e .5 Eglog for Agon rede Egon ¶ In the .6 Eglog for Calicto reade Calisto ¶ In y e .7 Eglog for Duerda and Guerda reade Diana For Siluanus reade Siluan For Seluagina reade Seluagia ¶ In the .2 Epytaphe for soore reade sure ¶ In. H. the .2 Page .15 lyne for in reade on H. v. Page .1 lyne for fo reade for .4 lyne for Cruelty rede cruellye ¶ In. K .5 Page .12 lyne for hores reade Horses ¶ Reade these .8 Lynes at the ende of the Sonet On s musyng c. ¶ Thou lyuest but feelst no gryefe no Loue doth the torment A happye thynge for me it were If God were so content That thou with Pen wert placed here and I sat in thy place Then I shuld Ioye as thou dost nowe and thou shuldst wayle thy case Amin. Plato Iupiter Daphnes Cor. Men. Cor. Agon Felix Faustus A Marygolde Felix Siren. Siluan Siren. Siluan Siren. Siluan Siluag Silua Seluag Siluan Siluag Siren. Sâ—luag Siren. Siluag Cornix Dauid Moses Elias Iupiter Iuno Saturn Mars Venus Cupido Nâ—merus Coridon Cornix Coridon Guld