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His Maiesties poeticall exercises at vacant houres
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James I, King of England, 1566-1625.; Du Bartas, Guillaume de Salluste, seigneur, 1544-1590.
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HIS MAIESTIES POETICALL EXERcises at vacant houres AT EDINBVRGH PRINTED BY Robert Walde-graue printer to the Kings Maiestie Cum Priuilegio Regali AMOR PAX PACIS alumnus INFESTA malis THE AVTHOVR TO THE READER REceaue heere beloued Reader a short Poetique discourse which I haue selected and translated from amongst the rest of the works of Dv'BARTAS as a viue mirror of this last and most decreeped age Heere shalt thou see clearlie as in a glasse the miseries of this wauering world to wit the cursed nature of mankinde and the heauie plagues of God And speciallie heere maye thou learne not to flatter thy selfe in cloaking thy odious vices with the delectable coulour of vertue an errour allace ouer common in this hypocriticall age not onlie in particular men of all degrees but euen generallie in rankes estates and offices But that this Treatise may seeme the les obscure vnto thee I haue insert before the same the Authours Praeface and Exord of the whole woorke that thereby thou may rightlie conceaue the comming in of this portion thereof And in case thou finde aswel in this work as in my LEPANTO following many incorrect errours both in the dytement and orthography I must pray thee to accept this my reasonable excuse which is this Thou considers I doubt not that vpon the one part I composed these things in my verie young and tender yeares wherein nature except shee were a monster can admit no perfection And nowe on the other parte being of riper yeares my burden is so great and continuall without anie intermission that when my ingyne and age could my affaires and fasherie will not permit mee to re-mark the wrong orthography committed by the copiars of my vnlegible and ragged hand far les to amend my proper errours Yea scarslie but at stollen moments haue I the leasure to blenk vpon any paper and yet not that with free and vnuexed spirit Alwaies rough and vnpolished as they are I offer them vnto thee Which beeing well accepted will moue mee to hast the presenting vnto thee of my APOCALYPS and also such nomber of the PSALMES as I haue perfited incourage mee to the ending out of the rest And thus beloued Reader recommending these my labours to thy freindlie acceptation I bid thee hartelie Fare-well TO THE KING OF SCOTLAND VVHere others hooded with blind loue do flie Low on the ground with buzzard CVPIDS wings A heauenlie loue from loue of loue thee brings And makes thy MVSE to mount aboue the skie Young Muses be not woont to flie too hie Age taught by time such sober ditties sings But thy youth flies from loue of youthfull things And so the wings of time doth ouerflie Thus thou disdainst all worldlie wings as slow Because thy MVSE with Angels wings doth leaue Times wings behind and CVPIDS wings below But take thou heed least Fames wings thee deceaue With all thy speed from Fame thou canst not flee But more thou flees the more it followes thee HENRIE CONSTABLE SONET TO THE ONELY ROYAL POET. WHere shall the limits lye of all your fame Where shall the borders be of your renowne In East or where the Sunne again goeth down Or shall the fixed Poles impale the same Where shall the pillars which your praise proclame Or Trophees stand of that exspected crowne The Monarch first of that triumphant towne Reuiues in you by you renewes his name For that which he performd in battels bold To vs his bookes with wonders doth vnfold So we of you far more conceaue in minde As by your verse we plainelie Sir may see You shall the writer and the worker be For to absolue that CAESAR left behinde M. W. FOVLER Musa Coelo beat IN SERENISSIMVM INVICTISSIMVMQVE SCOTIAE REGEM JACOBVM SEXTVM Τουνόματος τὶς Ï€Îζα τεοῦ χωÏησεν á¼Ï€Î¿Ïνους Παμβασιλεῦ σοφίας τίς κλÎος αἰπὺ τεῆς Î‘Ï Î¥Ï€ÎµÏιονίδαο σελασφόÏον ἄντυγα Φοίβου Î Ïῶτα θεασαμενοι μὴ ΖεφÏÏοιο δόμος ΑÏα πόλων κÏυεÏοῖς πεφÏικυῖαι πειÏασιν ἄÏκτοι Οψονται πτεÏοεν κῦδος ἔνεÏθε τεόν Σὸν δὲ Ï€Ïὸς αὶθαλόεσσαν ἀνίπταται αιθεÏος αἴγλην Εῦ̓χος ἀπειÏεσίου πάντα διῇξαν á½…Ïον ΑΔΡΙΑÎΟΣ Ο ΔΑΜΜΑΠIDEM LATINE QVae Regio in terris Rex inuictissime laudes Aut capiat mentis lumina clara tuae Anne Hyperionide qui primùm orientia Solis Fulgura percipiunt an Zephyritis humus Anne Polis quae frigutiunt glaciali bus Arcti Luce tuum videant conserere arua iubar At tua in aetherios penetrat se gloria coetus Fecit vt immensum totius orbis iter HADR. DAMMAN à BISTERVELT Gandauensis Flander Aliud eiusdem PAllados armiferae digitis in fortibus vrbem Temporibus priscis imposuêre patres Scilicet auspicijs animi foelicibus armis Vrbibus immensae conciliantur opes Sed meliùs numquaÌ„ mentem Dea iunxit arma Scotigenûm Regi quà m sociata dedit Et quis in optandis regnum florescere rebus Et nitidos Scotis non videt ire dies TO THE KINGS MAIESTIE OF SCOTLAND IF ALEXANDER sighed vvhen he came Vnto the Tomb vvhere fierce ACHILLES lay If he had cause that blessed age to blame Since HOMER lacks his merites to display If he vvith teares his sorrovves did bevvray To see his Father PHILIP conquer all And that more Worlds behinde there did not stay Which for revvard of his deserts might fall Then may I mone our times our iudgement small Vnvvorthy records of your sacred skill Then must our Poets on nevv Muses call To graunt them guifts to imitate your quill I like the flie that burneth in the flame Should shevv my blindnes to attempt the same HENRIE LOK THE EXORD OR PREFACE OF THE SECOND VVEEK OF DVBARTAS THou mightie God that of the worlde The birth did make me see Vnfold her cradle also now Her childhead show to me And make my Spreit to walke athort The turning flourisht wayes Of sauorie Gardens wherinto Still crook't but any staies Of Riuers foure the courses quick Declare me what offence From Eden both chas'd ADAMS selfe And seed for his pretence And tell who of immortall did Himself a mortall macke To bring from heauen the Antidote To vs which we did lacke Giue thou me grace the storie of The Church to sing aright And al 's the storie of the Kings And graunt that by thy might I guide the world vnto her graue My purpose making lest Euen from the first of Sabboths all Vnto the hind most rest Well know I that this surgie sea Is lacking march or ground But ô thou holie Pilote great Will guide me safe and sound Vnto the port of my desire Where drouked then I shall Extoll thy mercies manifolde And pay my vowes withall O SACRED Floure-delis whose youth Doth promise to vs all That euen thy famous Lawrels greene Match Alexanders shall Since that for to obey thy will I flie vnto the skies Conuoy my course with louing eie And help the faultes that rise From my too blunted frutelesse pen In Pampeloun so someday Mot thou win home thy crowne againe