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A03505	The crowne of all Homers workes Batrachomyomachia or the battaile of frogs and mise. His hymn's - and - epigrams translated according to ye. originall by George Chapman; Battle of the frogs and mice. English.	Passe, Willem van de, 1598-ca. 1637, engraver.; Chapman, George, 1559?-1634.; Homer, attributed name.	1624 (1624)	STC 13628; ESTC S119240	63,637	206

the CROWNE of all HOMERS WORKES Batrachomyomachia Or the Battaile of Frogs and Mise His Hymn's and Epigrams Translated according to ye. Originall By George Chapman London Printed by Iohn Bill his MAIESTIES Printer TO MY EVER MOST-WORTHIE-TO-BE-MOST HONOR'D LORD THE EARLE OF SOMERSET c. NOt forc't by fortune but since your free minde Made by affliction rests in choice resign'd To calme Retreate laid quite beneath the winde Of Grace and Glory I well know my Lord You would not be entitl'd to a word That might a thought remoue from your Repose To thunder and spit Flames as Greatnesse does For all the Trumps that still tell where he goes Of which Trumps Dedication being One Me thinks I see you start to heare it blowne But this is no such Trump as summons Lords Gainst Enuies steele to draw their leaden swords Or gainst Hare-lipt Detraction Contempt All which from all Resistance stand exempt It being as hard to seuer Wrong from Merit As meate-indude from blood or blood from spirit Nor in the spirits Chariot rides the soule In bodies chaste with more diuine controule Nor virtue shines more in a louely Face Then true desert is stuck off with Disgrace And therefore truth it selfe that had to blesse The merit of it all Almightinesse Would not protect it from the Bane and Ban Of all Moodes most distraught and Stygian As counting it the Crowne of all Desert Borne to Heauen to take of Earth no part Of false Ioy here for Ioyes-there-endlesse troth Nor sell his Birthright for a messe of Broth. But stay and still sustaine and his Blisse bring Like to the hatching of the Black-thornes spring With bitter frosts and smarting haile-stormes forth Fates loue Bees labors onely Paine crownes Worth This Dedication calls no Greatnes then To patrone this Greatnes-creating Penn Nor you to add to your dead calme a breath For those arm'd Angells that in spight of death Inspir'd those flowrs that wrought this poets wreath Shall keepe it euer Poesies steepest Starr As in Earths flaming wals Heauens seuenfold Carr From all the windes of Neptunes watrie sphere For euer guards the Erymanthian Beare Since then your Lordship settles in your shade A life retir'd and no Retreate is made But to some strength for else t is no Retreate But rudely running from your Battailes heate I giue this as your strength your strength my Lord In Counsailes and Examples that afford More Guard then whole Hosts of corporeal powre And more deliuerance teach the fatall Howre Turne not your medcine then to your disease By your too set and sleight repulse of these The Adiuncts of your matchlesse Odyss●s Since on that wisest minde of Man relies Refuge from all Liues Infelicities Nor sing these such diuision from them But that these spinn the thred of the same streame From one selfe Distaffs stuff for Poesies Pen Through al theames is t' informe the liues of Men All whose Retreates neede strengths of all degrees Without which had you euen Herculean knees Your foes fresh Charges would at length preuaile To leaue your Noblest suff'rance no least saile Strength then the Obiect is of all Retreates Strength needes no friends trust strength your foes defeates Retire to strength then of eternall things And y' are eternall for our knowing Spring 's Flow into those things that we truely know Which being Eternall we are render'd so And though your high-fixt Light passe infinite farr Th'aduicefull Guide of my still-trembling Starr Yet heare what my dischardg'd Peece must foretell Standing your Poore and Perdue Sentinell Kings may perhaps wish euen your Beggars Voice To their Eternities how skorn'd a choice Soeuer now it lies And dead I may Extend your life to lights extreamest Raie If not your Homer yet past doubt shall make Immortall like himselfe your Bounties stake Put in my hands to propagate your Fame Such virtue reigns in such vnited Name Retire to him then for aduice and skill To know things call'd worst Best and Best most ill Which knowne truths best chuse and retire to still And as our English Generall whose Name Shall equall interest finde in T'House of Fame With all Earths great'st Commanders in Retreate To Belgian Gant stood all Spaines Armies heate By Parma led though but one thousand strong Three miles together thrusting through the throng Of Th'Enimies Horse still pouring on their Fall Twixt him home thunderd through them al The Gallick Monsiour standing on the wall And wondring at his dreadfull Discipline Fir'd with a Valor that spit spirit Diuine In fiue Battaillons randging all his Men Bristl'd with Pikes and flanck't with Flanckers ten Gaue fire still in his Rere retir'd and wrought Downe to his fixt strength still retir'd and ●ought All the Battaillons of the Enemies Horse Storming vpon him still their fieriest Force Charge vpon Charge laid fresh he fresh as day Repulsing all and forcing glorious way Into the Gates that gaspt as swounes for Ayre And tooke their life in with vntoucht Repaire So fight out sweet Earle your Retreate in Peace No ope-warr equalls that where priuie Prease Of neuer-numberd odds of Enimie Arm'd all by Enuie in blinde Ambush lie To rush out like an open threatning skie Broke al in Meteors round about your eares Gainst which though far frō hēce through al your Reres Haue fires prepar'd wisdome with wisdome flanck And all your forces randge in present ranck Retiring as you now fought in your strength From all the Force laid in times vtmost length To charge and basely come on you behind The Doctrine of all which you here shall finde And in the true Glasse of a humane Minde Your Odysses the Body letting see All his life past through Infelicitie And manage of it all In which to friend The full Muse brings you both the prime and end Of all Arts ambient in the Orbe of Man Which neuer darknesse most Cimmerian Can giue Eclipse since blinde He all things sawe And to all euer since liu'd Lord and Lawe And though our mere-learn'd mē Modern wise Taste not poore Poesies Ingenuities Being crusted with their couetous Leprosies But hold her paines worse then the spiders worke And lighter then the shadowe of a Corke Yet th' ancient learn'd heat with celestiall fire Affirmes her flames so sacred and entire That not without Gods greatest grace she can Fall in the wid'st Capacitie of Man If yet the vile Soule of this Verminous time Loue more the Sale-Muse and the Squirrels chime Then this full sphere of Poesies sweetest Prime Giue them vnenuied their vaine veine and vent And rest your wings in his approu'd ascent That yet was neuer reacht nor euer fell Into affections bought with things that sell Being the Sunns Flowre and wrapt so in his skie He cannot yeeld to euery Candles eye Whosemost worthy Discoueries to your Lordships Iudiciall Perspectiue in most subdude Humilitie submitteth George Chapman The occasion of this Impos'd CROWNE AFter this not onely Prince of Poets but