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heaven_n	cloud_n	earth_n	rain_n	2,189	5	9.5355	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A00823	Sir Francis Drake his honorable lifes commendation, and his tragicall deathes lamentation.	Fitz-Geffry, Charles, 1575?-1638.	1596 (1596)	STC 10943; ESTC S105617	27,529	106

the antique age There hath he bene and made eternall light Where but for him had bene eternall night Plung'd in the Ocean of perplexities With waves of death and windes of black despaire Amid the Scyllas of uncertainties With sourges of sad death and drery feare Which to the skies their billowes oft did reare Scorne-fortune DRAKE by fortunes rage was borne The more she rag'd the more he did her scorne Where dismall dread and agonizinge deathe Hovers about them with their hellish wings Still threatning to intoxicate their breath And stop the conduicts of the vitall springs That nutrimentall spirites to them brings Even in the laws of death did valor beare him That death himself might know DRAKE did not fear him O heavens why take you that which late you gave O seas why hold you him that once held you O earth how hast thou miss'd that thou did'st crave O England how art thou bereft thy due O unto whom wilt thou for comfort sue To earth why that's partaker of thy mone To heavens ah they with-hold that is thine owne O now descend my ever-mourning Muse Downe from the by-cliffe of thy sisters mount Forsake Cytheron nor frequent the use Of th' amber weeping Pegase-hoofe-made fount Now prune thy wings aloft thou maist not mount Sighe forth the humble modell of thy woe For ioie ascends but sorrow sings below Now chaunge thy winter-scorning lawrell boughes That made thy temples swell with mounting braine And with sad cypresse all begirt thy browes The drerie ensignes of ensuing paine Sad presentations of a tragicke vaine In whose broade leaves spectatours cies maie see The deepe-grav'd characters of extasie Now leave Pernassus heaven-aspiring mountaine For sad Avernus hel-depressed plaines Leave Aganippes hony-bubling fountaine Whereby the Muses Chorus still remaines And to the waters warble forth their straines Leave Aganippe for the Stygian lake And for the fiendes the Muses songs forsake In steede of Helicons greene-varnisht grove Walke in the silent shade of Erebus In steede of Ida where the ladies strove Before the braine-sicke sonne of Priamus Frequent the bloomy walkes of Taenarus Weare sable Heben for the springing bay Chaunge ioies aucoutrements for griefes aray Sorrow be thou my Muse sadnesse my song And death the subiect that I versifie The destinies despight and fortunes wronge Is that which now I must historifie In silent cell of sad Melancholie My Heben pen shall poure out ynkie teares That he maie weepe that reades he sigh that heares But that which Jove and destinie hath don Men may lament but never disanull And they that checke me for presumption When love constrain'd me write though I were dull Blaming presumption must praise love at full And easilie the fault may be redressed Where love and dutie only have transgressed Now was the mon'the that olde Sextilis name Chaung'd by the Roman Senates sage decree And gloryinge so to innovate the same To have himselfe new-christ'ned did agree Proud that Augustus god-father should bee While Ceres clad him in a mantle fayre Of bearded corne still quavering with the ayre When as a royall fleete with ioyfull mindes O how mishap is neerest still to ioy Daringe their hopes and lives to sea and windes Two trustlesse treasurers full of annoye Did toward the westerne Indes their course imploy Whose guide to DRAKE HAWKINS was assign'd When they went forth ô who would stay behinde Whether to win from Spaine that was not Spaines Or to acquite us of sustained wronge Or intercept their Indian hoped gaines Thereby to weaken them and make us stronge Heere to discusse to me doth not belong Yet if griefe maie saie truth by natures lawes Ill was th' effect how good so-ere the cause Now are they on the seas resolv'd to proove The mercie of a mercie-wanting wave England behinde them lies there lies their love Before them and about them aire they have And sometime foggie mists their sight bereave Beneath them seas above them skies they finde Seas full of waves skies threatning stormes winde O Neptune never like thy selfe in shew Inconstant variable mutable How dost thou Proteus-like thy forme renew O whereto is thy change imputable O whereunto art thou best suteable Rightly the moone predominateth thee For thou art all as changeable as shee Thus still ambiguous twixt feare and hope Feare in the stormes and hope in calmer tide Passing saint Michaels promontorie toppe At length the bay of Portingale they spi'de Where not determining long time t' abide Againe they venter on their daungers source And to the Grand Canaries bend their course Now passe in silence ô my drouping pen So manie famous townes and ports past by Some tooke some burnt some unassaulted then As that Port Rico place of miserie Where ô great HAWKINS brave CLIFFORD lie The taking of the citty Hatch conceale Nor many other brave attempts reveale Only two base ignoble places tell Famous for nothing but for death and dreade Where ô that which my Muse lamentes befell The stages where our tragedie was plaide Th' one Scudo th' other Portabella saide Both to be rased out of memorie But for memoriall of this tragedie O wherefore should so manie famous places Worthie eternall memorie and fame Be heere conceal'd unworthy such disgraces And these two should be registred by name Though meritorious of eternall blame But some are sometime named to their shames And therefore must I tell these places names Whether of both was in the greatest fault I know not nor I care not much to knowe Far deeper passions now my minde assault Thus much I know ô that I knew not so Both iointlie ioin'd to aggravate our woe Since he on whom his countries hope relied At Scudo sickned at Portbella died Accursed Ile whose life-impoys'ning aire Intoxicates his sanctified breath But most accursed port that did impaire That flesh compacted of the purest earth And made the same a sacrifice to death O let them languish in eternall night That did extinguish earths faire-shining light O let these places be earth's dismall hell Th' inhabitants eternall-tortur'd ghosts The snaky-hayred Furies loathsome cell Swarming with fiends and damned spirites hoasts And palpable thick fogs infect the coasts And bee this never-ending purgatorie A place of pennance for DRAKES wofull story O soule exhale out of thy deepest center The sorrow-sobbing sighes of extasie O let thy voice heavens territories enter Breathe forth into the aires concavitie The dismall accents of thy tragedie Call heaven and earth to witnesse of thy woe How that thy griefe doth heaven and earth oreflowe O let our clamours to the skies repaire O let our smoake-exhalinge breaths enfold A mightie cloud of sighes amid the aire Like vapours in the element enrold By Sol's attractive powre expellinge cold Till being dissolv'd they shal on earth againe Powre downe a deluge of teare-showring raine Now dusky clouds have overcast the sunne That latelie bright translucent splendour shed In radiant rayes that from his beames did runne Into earth's

lyon and the tusked boare The ravenous tigar borne still to devoure To barre him passage never had the powre Whole heards and hoasts could never make him stay His onlie sight suffic'd to make him way Forth of his nostrils burning flakes of fire As from an ovens gaping mouth did flame Wherewith he wasted in his raging ire All that oppos'd themselves against the same All the sea-monsters trembled at his name And when it pleas'd him progresse through the sea His fame was herauld to proclaime him way O what an heavenly sight it were to view And with the eie survey him on the maine Incountring with a prowd Tartessian crew The choysest Martialists of war-like Spaine And swarthy Moores and Indian slavish traine Mantling all Tethys with their Argos eies With high-topt masts included in the skies Their gallies fraughted full with men of war Whose oares plow'd furrowes in the swelling waves Than towred whales or dolphins larger far Of sise sufficient to be gyants graves Row'd with an hundred Indian captive slaves Made glaucie Nereûs groane and seeme to shrinke Who often wisht to see their navie sinke Sea-castles which they Galeazos nam'd Garded like bul-warks all the mightie fleete Whose masts of seaven conioyned oakes were fram'd By skilfull architecture made to meete Whose tops might seeme the element to greete Hoysed aloft their sailes display'd on high As though they ment to vaile the shining skie Who so beholding from the bordring shoare Had view'd their navie floating on the maine Would sweare they were no ships that Neptune bore But woods of cedars growing on a plaine Whose tops above the region of the raine Were damp'd with circumfused clouds from sight Which no transpiercinge eye could ken aright Neptune encircled in his watry armes His silver-shining darling Albion And in his bosome shielded her from harmes That might endanger his chiefe paragon Fearing of nothing save his louelie one And like as Perseus kept Andromeda So kept he her from monsters of the sea Now had our Dragon rous'd him from his cave Against his foe-men bending forth his flight All the sea-sourges passage to him gave Vntill he had his enemies in sight Gainst whome he bended all his force and might And in approch the adversarie deem'd That all heavens hoast to march against them seem'd Who so had ever seene in Arcadye The Molorchean Lion through the feilde Whole heards of beasts pursuing eagerlie That none escape but such as meeklye yeld Vntill desire of praie be largely fild He might have iudged how our Dragon rag'd Till full reveng his thirst had quite asswag'd On some he breath'd a fatall-burning fire That blew them up in ashes to the skye Others agast dreadinge his wrathfull ire Duck'd downe their fearefull heades immediatlie Vnder the waves to save themselves thereby So that their fleete invincible by fame Christninge anew he gave an other name As on Vlisses Circe did bestowe A blather where the windes imboweld were That at his pleasure he might let them blowe Or keepe them in when danger did appeare So DRAKE about him still the windes did beare And if misfortune forc'd some ships to fall Jove into sea-nimphs did transforme them all If fates had fram'd him in the Gyants age When ●erra's highe discent made heaven to tremble And Titans broode against the Gods did rage Whose trumpets that did thunders noyse resemble Whole myriads of monsters did assemble Whose coale-black ensignes in the sky displayed Out-bearded Jove and made the Gods dismayed When Phloegra's feilds and proud Pellene's coast Swarmed with troupes of gastlie Gyants bands Where sturdie Typhon generall of the hoast Summon'd his kinsmen with the hundred hands To come and fight with Jupiter for lands Vnder the conducte of great Briareûs With Gya● Caeus and Halcyoneûs Their pondrous waight did make their mother grone Dreading she should be pressed downe to hell Their father Titan seemd him-selfe to mone As oft as from their mouths and nostrels fell Broade like Abyssus gulfe where divels doe dwell Forth issued mightie clouds of mistye smoake Whose duskie fogs his fierie beames did choake Ossa they pressed downe with Pelions waight And on them both impos'd Olympus hill Vpon whose crooked top by strength made straite Black pitch'd pavilions all the space did spill The which before the subtile ayre did fill Which beinge exiled from his proper place Wandred and could not finde a vacant space Porphyrio Crius and Enceladus With Ephialtes and Polybotes Pallas Lapetus Clytius Euritus Gration Agrius and Argyropes With millians moe as big and large as these Followed the colours of Typhoeus bands Swearing to batter heaven with their hands They wore no harnesse to defend their brest But marched naked gainst their foe-mens face They thought their skin was armour of the best To shield them woundlesse in the eager chase Such was the proofe thereof in everie place As scarce a thunder-bolt could enter in But was rebated with the verye skin Typhon whose ribs resembled cedar trees A quiver full of mountaines by his side In-steede of darts did beare and at his knees Two dragons heads in knotted ioyntes were ti'd Which in their mouths two fierie tongues did hide Against whose sting no plaister could prevaile Nor Moly nor Dictamnum once could heale In steede of trumpet Briareûs did roare And straind his high-resounding voice aloude Whose ougly note a base so gastly bore As when amid the aire some uncouth cloude Meetes with an other and together croude With such a deadlie-sounding fearefull voice As heaven and earth doe tremble at the noise Heaven hid his heade and seem'd to flye for feare The dastard Gods betooke themselves to flight And vnto Aegypt forth-with made repaire Not daring to encounter them by might But trusting more to flight than vnto fight Neere unto Nilus hoping so to scape Each one of them resum'd a divers shape Iove like a ram did weare both hornes wooll A livorie which of late he gave to manye Hence Ammon yet doth beare a horned scull Juno became a cow unknowen to anye To save her from the Gyants tirany Men to themselves their wives enioyned now While he did playe the sheepe and she the cow Swift-footed Mercurye his talars chaunged Into the serpent-slayeinge Ibis winge Venus turn'd to a fish the seaes now raunged Supposing that which first her life did bringe Should save her life againe from perishing Phoebe did play the cat Phoebus the crowe Bacchus disguised like a goate did goe O had victorious DRAKE among them then In heaven as now he is beene deifi'd They needed not have dreaded mortall men Nor for a world of Gyants have deni'd Their God-heads and like cowards in caves abide DRAKE shold have pierc'd thē with his burning darts Though all their thunder could not wound their harts Not to a fearefull ramme or feeble cow But to a dragon DRAKE himselfe should turne From whose fierce nostrils flakes of fire should flow That in a moment all their tents should burne And headlong from