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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A04258	His Maiesties Lepanto, or heroicall song being part of his poeticall exercises at vacant houres.	James I, King of England, 1566-1625.	1603 (1603)	STC 14379.3; ESTC S2147	13,085	38

HIS MAIESTIES LEPANTO Or HEROICALL SONG being part of his Poeticall exercises at vacant houres Imprinted at London by Simon Stafford and Henry Hooke 1603. THE AVTHOVRS Preface to the Reader IT falls out often that the effects of mens actions comes cleane contrary to the intent of the Authour The same find I by experiēce beloued Reader in my Poeme of Lepanto For although till now it haue not bene imprinted yet being set out to the publike view of many by a great sort of stoln copies purchast in truth without my knowledge or consent it hath for lack of a Preface bene in some things misconstrued by sundry which I of very purpose thinking to haue omitted for that the writing thereof might haue tended in my opinion to some reproch of the skilful learnednes of the Reader as if his braynes could not haue conceyued so vncurious a work without some maner of commentary so haue made the worke more displeasant vnto him it hath by the contrary falne out that the lack thereof hath made it the more displeasāt to some through their mistaking a part of the meaning thereof And for that I know the special thing misliked in it is that I should seeme far contrary to my degree Religion like a mercenarie Poet to pen a worke ex professo in praise of a forraine Papist hastard I will by setting downe the nature and order of the Poeme resclue the ignorant of their error and make the other sort inexcusable of their captiousnes The nature then of this Poeme is an argument a minore ad maius largely intreated by a Poetike comparison being to the writing hereof moued by the stirring vp of the league cruell persecution of the Protestants in al coūtries at the very first raging wherof I compiled this Poeme as the exhortation to the persecuted in the hinmost eight lines thereof doth plainely testify being both begun and ended in the same Summer wherin the league was published in Fraunce The order of the Cantique is this First a Poetike preface declaring the matter I treat of wherein I name not Don-Iohn neither literally nor any wayes by description which I behoued to haue done if I had penned the whole Poeme in his praise as Virgil Arma virumque cano Homer Dic mihi musa virum of whose imitation I had not bene ashamed if so my purpose had bene framed Next followes my inuocation to the true God onely and not to all the Hee and Shee Saints for whose vaine honors Don-Iohn fought in al his wars Next after my inuocation followes the poetike History of my comparison wherein following forth the ground of a true history as Virgil or Homer did like a painter shadowing with vmbers a portrait els drawne in grosse for giuing it greater viuenes so I eike or paire to the circumstances of the actions as the rules of the poetike arte will permit which historike comparison continues till the song of the Angels in the which I compare and apply the former comparison to our present estate taking occasion thereupon to speak somewhat of our religion Lastly the Epilogue of the whole in the last eight lines declares fully my intention in the whole and explaines so fully my comparison and argument from the more to the lesse as I cannot without shameful repetition speak any more thereof And in a word what soeuer praise I haue giuen to Don-Iohn in this Poem it is neither in accounting him as first or second cause of that victorie but onely as a particular man when hee falles in my way to speake the truth of him For as it becomes not the honour of my estate like an hireling to pen the praise of any man So becomes it far lesse the highnesse of my ranke and calling to spare for the feare or fauour of whomsoeuer liuing to speake or write the truth of any And thus crauing pardon beloued Reader for this long some Apologie being driuen thereto not by nature but by necessitie I bid you hartily farewell THE SONNET THe azur'd vault the cristall circles bright The gleaming fiery torches powdred there The changing round the shining beamy light The sad and bearded fyres the monsters fayre The prodigies appearing in the ayre The rearding thunders and the blustering winds The fowles in hew in shape and nature rayre The pretty notes that wing'd musicians finds In earth the sau'ry flowres the mettal'd minds The holesome hearbes the haughty pleasant trees The siluer streames the beastes of sundry kinds The bounded roares and fishes of the seas All these for teaching man the LORD did frame To doe his will whose glory shines in thame I. R. HIS MAIESTIES LEPANTO OR HEROICALL SONG I Sing a wondrous worke of God I sing his mercies great I sing his iustice heere withall Powr'd from his holy seat To wit a cruell Martiall warre A bloudy battell bold Long doubtsome fight with slaughter huge And wounded manifold Which fought was in LEPANTOES gulfe Betwixt the baptiz'd race And circumcised Turband Turkes Rencountring in that place O onely God I pray thee thrice Thrice one in persons three Alike Eternall like of might Although distinct ye be I pray thee Father through thy Sonne Thy word immortall still The great ARCHANGELL of records And worker of thy will To make thy holy Spreit my Muse And eik my pen inflame Aboue my skill to write this worke To magnify thy name Into the turning still of times I erre no time can be Where was and is and times to come Confounded are all three I meane before great God in Heauen For Sunne and Moone deuides The times in earth by houres and dayes And seasons still that slides Yet Man whome Man must vnderstand Must speake into this case As man our flesh will not permit Wee heauenly things imbrace Then as I els began to say One day it did fall out As glorious God in glistering throne With Angels round about Did sit and Christ at his right hand That crafty Satan came Deceyuer Lyar hating man And Gods most sacred Name This olde abuser stood into The presence of the Lord Then in this maner Christ accus'de The sower of discord I know thou from that Citie comest CONSTANTINOPLE great Where thou hast by thy malice made The faythlesse Turkes to freat Thou hast inflamde their maddest mindes With raging fire of wraith Against them all that doe professe My Name with feruent fayth How long O Father shall they thus Quite vnder foote be tred By faythlesse folkes who executes What in this Snake is bred Then Satan answered Fayth Quoth he Their Fayth is too too small They striue me thinke on eyther part Who farthest backe can fall Hast thou not giuen them in my hands Euen both the sides I say That I as best doth seeme to me May vse them euery way Then IEHOVA whose nod doth make The heauens and mountaynes quake Whose smallest wrath the Centers makes Of all the Earth to shake Whose word did make the world of