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A20831	The Muses Elizium lately discouered, by a new way ouer Parnassus. The passages therein, being the subiect of ten sundry nymphalls, leading three diuine poemes, Noahs floud. Moses, his birth and miracles. David and Golia. By Michael Drayton Esquire.	Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631.; Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631. Moyses in a map of his miracles. aut	1630 (1630)	STC 7210; ESTC S109889	101,886	216

THE MUSES ELIZIVM Lately discouered BY A NEW WAY OVER PARNASSVS The passages therein being the subiect of ten sundry Nymphalls Leading three Diuine Poemes NOAHS Floud MOSES his Birth and Miracles DAVID and GOLIA By MICHAEL DRAYTON Esquire LONDON ¶ Printed by Thomas Harper for Iohn Waterson and are to be sold at the signe of the Crowne in Pauls Church-yard 1630. TO THE RIGHT HOnourable EDWARD Earle of DORSET Knight of the Noble Order of the Garter of his Maiesties Priuie Counsaile and Lord Chamberlayne to her Maiesty My most honoured Lord I Haue euer founde that constancie in your Fauours since your first acknowledging of mee that their durablenesse haue now made me one of your family and I am become happy in the title to be called Yours That for Retribution could I haue found a fitter way to publish your Bounties my thankefulnes before this might haue found it out I craue of your Lordship the patronage of my ELIZIVM which if the Muse fayle mee not shall not bee altogether vnworthy of your protection I haue often aduentured vpon desperate vntrodden wayes which hath drawn some seuere censures vpon many of my Labours but that neyther hath nor can euer trouble me The diuine Poemes in this small volume inserted I consecrate to your Religious Countesse my most worthy Lady And so I rest The honorer of you and your noble Family MICHAEL DRAYTON To the Reader DIscreet and iudicious Reader if my Friend whosoeuer let me ingeniously intreal thee that in reading these Poemes thou wilt be pleased patiently to correct some faults that partly by reason of the raggednesse of the written Copy and partly by our ouer sight haue escaped in the Presse which if thou shalt doe the Muses themselues as they are courteous and well educated virgins shall in their thankefulnesse inspire thee with some Poeticke rapture that thou shalt read them with more delight then otherwise thou shouldest in being ouer Criticall Some of which faults I dare not say all I haue heereunder set downe Errata PAge 6. line 1. for that th' one the other was reade that th' one of them the other was p. 9. 1. 8. for she would not outstrip a Roe reade shee would outstrip a Roe p. 10. l. 17. for we reade were p. 34. l. 21. for that reade thou p. 125. l. 36. for and l'st must reade and l'st must die p. 137. l. 25. for through reade though p. 172. l. 14. for made them to prepare read their deserued fare But this last fault is not through all the Impression I onely shew you these few for breuity sake that in your Reading you may correct the like which I am afraid are many more then these THE DESCRIPTION of ELIZIVM A Paradice on earth is found Though farre from vulgar sight Which with those pleasures doth abound That it Elizium hight Where in Delights that neuer fade The Muses lulled be And sit at pleasure in the shade Of many a stately tree Which no rough Tempest makes to reele Nor their straight bodies bowes Their lofty tops doe neuer feele The weight of winters snowes In Groues that euermore are greene No falling leafe is there But Philomel of birds the Queene In Musicke spends the yeare The Merle vpon her mertle Perch There to the Mavis sings Who from the top of some curld Berch Those notes redoubled rings There Daysyes damaske euery place Nor once their beauties lose That when proud Phoebui hides his face Themselues they scorne to close The Pansy and the Violet here As seeming to descend Both from one Root a very payre For sweetnesse yet contend And pointing to a Pinke to tell Which beares it it is loath To iudge it but replyes for smell That it excels them both Wherewith displeasde they hang their heads So angry soone they grow And from their odoriferous beds Their sweets at it they throw The winter here a Summer is No waste is made by time Nor doth the Autumne euer misse The blossomes of the Prime The flower that Iuly forth doth bring In Aprill here is seene The Primrose that puts on the Spring In Iuly decks each Greene. The sweets for soueraignty contend And so abundant be That to the very Earth they lend And Barke of euery Tree Rills rising out of euery Banck In wilde Meanders strayne And playing many a wanton pranck Vpon the speckled plaine In Gambols and lascivious Gyres Their time they still bestow Nor to their Fountaines none retyres Nor on their course will goe Those Brooks with Lillies brauely deckt So proud and wanton made That they their courses quite neglect And seeme as though they stayde Faire Flora in her state to viewe Which through those Lillies looks Or as those Lillies leand to shew Their beauties to the brooks That Phoebus in his losty race Oft layes aside his beames And comes to coole his glowing face In these delicious streames Oft spreading Vines clime vp the Cleeues Whose ripned clusters there Their liquid purple drop which driues A Vintage through thee yeere Those Cleeues whose craggy sides are clad With Trees of sundry sutes Which make continuall summer glad Euen bending with their fruits Some ripening ready some to fall Some blossom'd some to bloome Like gorgeous hangings on the wall Of some rich princely Roome Pomegranates Lymons Cytrons so Their laded branches bow Their leaues in number that outgoe Nor roomth will them alow There in perpetuall Summers shade Apolloes Prophets sit Among the flowres that neuer fade But flowrish like their wit To whom the Nimphes vpon their Lyres Tune many a curious lay And with their most melodious Quires Make short the longest day The thrice three Virgins heauenly Cleere Their trembling Timbrels sound Whilst the three comely Graces there Dance many a dainty Round Decay nor Age there nothing knowes There is continuall Youth As Time on plant or creatures growes So still their strength renewth The Poets Paradice this is To which but few can come The Muses onely bower of blisse Their Deare Elizium Here happy soules their blessed bowers Free from the rude resort Of beastly people spend the houres In harmelesse mirth and sport Then on to the Elizian plaines Apollo doth invite you Where he prouides with pastorall straines In Nimphals to delight you The first Nimphall RODOPE and DORIDA This Nimphall of delights doth treat Choice beauties and proportions neat Of curious shapes and dainty features Describd in two most perfect creatures WHen Phoebus with a face of mirth Had flong a broad his beames To blanch the bosome of the earth And glaze the gliding streames within a goodly Mertle groue Vpon that hallowed day The Nimphes to the bright Queene of loue Their vowes were vsde to pay Faire Rodope and Dorida Met in those sacred shades Then whom the Sunne in all his way Nere saw two daintier Maids And through the thickets thrild his fires Supposing to haue seene The soueraigne Goddesse of desires Or loves Emperious Queene Both of so wondrous beauties were In

there his zeale not ardently exprest The Lord did sweare though him he dearely lou'd He should not come to Canaan as the rest And now approaching Abaris the place From whence he might that promis'd Country see So much the Lord good Moyses pleas'd to grace But there his dayes must consummated be When this great Prophet 〈◊〉 had bless'd Each seu'rall Tribe with a particular good Whose parting them with sorrow so oppress'd That shedding teares their eyes shed drops of blood To Nebo scared admitably 〈◊〉 The Spirit prepares him safely to retire Which thrusts his head into the cloudie 〈◊〉 Pisga so proudly thither dare aspire Pisga the height of Abaris and this The height of Pisga ouer all doth stand That as the eye of mighty Abaris Suruayeth the imparallelled Land Where goodly Gilead vnto him he showes As farre as euer he could looke to Dan The length and breadth how euery way it goes Till her brow kisse the calme Mediteran Where the sweet South layes forth her swelling brest With a pleas'd eye he silently suruay'd To that faire Citie whose high Towers doe rest Vnder the Palmetrees most delicious shade When this meeke man approaching to his death In death eu'n pleas'd faire Canaan to behold Whilst he had vse of his expiring breath Thus his last farewell mildly doth enfolde Israel quoth he deare Israel now adue Moyses no more is that your Leader was Iosua and 〈◊〉 none but onely you Of the last age must ouer Iordan passe Th' Egyptian horrours yet 't was I did see And through those strange calamities did wade And Israels charge imposed was on mee When they but then had scarcely learn'd to dade Forty two iourneyes haue I straitly past Since first this glorious Pilgrimage begun In wrath or mercy where as first or last Some wondrous thing hath happily beene done M'immortall Maker that so oft haue seene That God of wonder these complaints not boot In yonder fields so delicate and greene That may not set my miserable foot Thus leaning backe against the rising Clieue Raising his saint hands to the hopefull skies Meeke as the morning neuer seene to striue Great'st of the Prophets the good Moyses dies An hundred twenty hardly passed yeares His naturall vigour no 〈◊〉 did 〈◊〉 His eye as bright his body 〈◊〉 appeares As in the height and Summer of his 〈◊〉 Who being dissolu'd the Angels did interre Neere to Bethpeor in the vallied ground But yet so secret kept his Sepulcher That it by mortall neuer should be found Lest that his people if the place were knowne Seeing by him the miracles were done That euer to Idolatrie were prone Vnto his bones a worshipping should runne One that God grac'd so many sundry wayes No former age hath mentioned to bee Ariued at the period of his dayes The future time in Israel shalll not see DAVID AND GOLIAH OVr sacred Muse of Israels Singer sings That heauenly Harper whose harmonious 〈◊〉 Expeld that euill Spirit which Saul possest And of his torments of en him releast That Princely Prophet David whose high Layes Immortall God are Trumpets of thy praise Thou Lord of hosts be helping then to me To sing of him who hath so sung of thee What time great Saul after so bloody fights Return'd a victor of th' Amalakites Two hundred and ten thousand men at armes Vnder his conduct had 〈◊〉 the harmes Done to Gods chosen people when as they Came back from Egypt troubled on their way Saul with their blood had now manur'd the Plaines Leading King Agag as a slaue in chaines But for that Saul this Agags blood had spar'd And'gainst the will of the Almighty dar'd To saue that man he should haue put to sword For disobeying the Almighties word Their larded Fatlings keeping for a prey Which he commanded to be made a way For which the liuing God displeased swore To holy Samuel Saul should raigne no more Samuel Gods Prophet by whose holy hand The Oyle was pour'd by his diuine command Vpon the head of comely Saul when he Was chosen ouer Israel to be But for that place another God had pointed Which should by Samuel likewise be anointed And this was David his most deare delight The sonne of Ishay the iust Bethlemite Meane while this Youth like a poore Shepheard clad Of whom such care the God of Israel had His fathers flock was following day by day Vpon a Desart neare at hand that lay Whose wealthy fleeces and fat bodies he From rauenous vermine hourely va'd to free His onely armes his Sling and Sheephooke were Other then those he had not vs'd to beare With these a Woolfe oft comming from the wood Or subtill Fox that forrag'd for his food He quickly slew or if a Beare opprest With cruell hunger hapned to molest His feeding flocks he with such bangs him plyde That with the prey euen in his teeth he dyde Or if a Lion as his faire flock graz'd Hapt to assayle it he no whit 〈◊〉 At his sterne roaring when his clutches caught At this braue Sheepheard but such blowes him raught Till by the beard that kingly beast he shooke And from his iawes the trembling Wether tooke And if it chanc'i that sometime from the ayre An Eagle stoop'd a Lambe away to beare He with a stone that from his Sling he threw Downe from the clouds would fetch her as she flew His curled Tresses on his shoulders hung To which the dewes at Morne and Eue so clung To the beholders that they did appeare As nature threded Pearle with euery hayre The Bees and Waspes in wildernesses wilde Haue with his beauties often bin beguild Roses and Lillies thinking they had seene But finding there they haue deceiued beene Play with his eyes which them that comfort bring That those two Sunnes would shortly get a spring His Lippes in their pure Corrall liueries mock A row of Pales cut from a Christall Rock Which stood within them all of equall height From top to toe each limbe so cleane and straight By euery ioynt of his that one might try Or giue true lawes to perfect Symmetry The vermine oft his Sheepe that would surprize Became so charm'd with th' splendor of his eyes That they forgot their rauine and haue layne Downe by his flocks as they would glad and faine Keepe them from others that on them would prey Or tend vpon them that they should not stray Whether in Cotes he had his flock in hould Or for the Fallowes kept them in the fould He was not idle though not taking paines Celestiall Lyricks singing to the Swaines And often sitting in the silent shade When his faire flock to rest themselues were layde On his Lyretuned such harmonious Layes That the Birds pearcht vpon the tender sprayes Mad at his musick straine themselues so much To imitate th'vnimitable tuch Breaking their hearis that they haue dropt to ground And dy'd for griefe in malicing the sound Sometimes a Stag he with his Sling would slay Or with his Sheephooke kill

a Boare at bay Or runne a Roe so long he was so fleet Till it lay trembling breathlesse at his feet Som times againe he practised a fight That from the Desart should a Dragon light Vpon his Sheepe the Serpent to assayle How by cleere skill through courage to prevaile Then with a small stone throwne out of his Sling To hit a swallow on her height of wing And home at night when they their Sheepe should driue The sluggish Sheepheards lastly to reuiue He tooke his Harpe so excellently strung In a broad Bauldrick at his back that hung And on the same stroke such mellodious straines That from the Couerts as the neighboring Plaines The Ecchoes wakt with sweetnesse of his notes Which each to other diligently rotes And thus his time the Lords beloued past Till God to Samuel calling at the last Samuel saith he to Bethlem take thy way To Ishays house and to that old man say Out of his loynes that I will chuse a King And when his Sonnes before thee he shall bring Chuse out that man that I shall thee appoint With sacred Oyle and see thou him anoint For of them all he 's knowne to me right well The fitst to guide my people Israel Samuel replyes my God it Saul shall know Vpon what businesse I to Bethlem goe Except my blood him nothing will susfice Take thou a Heyfer God againe replies And giue it out thou purposely dost goe To sacrifice as God doth counsell so The holy Prophet acts and comming thither The noblest of people get together Doubring the Lord had angry with them bin And had sent Samuel to reproue their sinne But peace to all the holy Prophet cries And then preparing to the sacrifice The Rites perform'd he bids old Ishay bring His Sonnes before him whilst the offering Smoak'd on the Altars and the Elders there Stood round about with reuerence and feare For in his houshold he a King must chuse Ishay who might not Gods command refuse Cals Eliab out for Samuel to see Who at the first thought surely this was he Till God to Samuel said doe not deceiue Thy selfe weake man but thy election leaue Thou canst not see the scule of man as I Who search the heart and euery thought can try His second sonne Abniadab then came But this not he that Samuel must name Then cals he Shamna his third sonne but yet This was not he th' Almighties turne must fit He cals for more till he had counted seauen To none of these yet must the Oyle be giuen Before the Prophet brother stood by brother A tweluemonths growth one iust before another Like seauen braue blossom'd Plants that in the spring Nature prepar'd forth goodly fruit to bring So comely all that none in them could read Which one of them should any one exceed If he exceld for louelinesse of face Another for his person and his grace Match'd him at full as nature meant to show Her equall bounties how she could bestow There he beholds one brother tall and straight Another that was wanting of his height For his complection and his curious shape Well neare out went him nature let not scape Ought she could doe in them each limbe to fit To grace the other that was next to it When Samuel askes if these were all he had Ishay replyes onely his yongest Lad That in the Desart on his flocks doth tend Samuel commands away for him to send For till he came he vow'd he would not sit Out 〈◊〉 place nor would he stirre a whit Before graue Samuel David soone is brought Vpon the Prophet which most strongly wrought When he beheld him beautifull and tall Of goodly presence and well shap'd withall His cheeke a mixture of such red and white As well with wonder might attract the sight A sprightfull aspect and so cleere an eye As shot a lightning at the standers by His euery gesture seene it in to bring The maiesty that might befit a King All those rare parts that in his brothers were Epitomiz'd at large in him appeare And in his eare God doth the Prophet tell This David shall be King of Israel Whom with the sacred Oyle instead of Saul Samuel anointed there before them all Which hauing done to Rama takes his way Lest Saul for him the country should forelay When Kingly David of his owne accord Though he were then th' anointed of the Lord And though his Sheephooke might his Scepter be This holy Youth so humble is that he Will back toth' fields his fathers flock to keepe And make his subiects for a while his Sheepe The powerfull spirit of God redoubled grew Dayly in David and his same now flew O'r all the Region how he was belou'd Of Gods high Prophet and by him approu'd Field Towne and City with his name doering The tender Virginsto their Timbrels sing Dirtys of him and in their rurall playes The homely Sheepheards in their Roundelayes Record his acts 〈◊〉 build him shady Bowers The Maydens make him Anadems of flowers And to what sport himselfe he doth apply Let 's follow David all the people cry An euill spirit then sent by God possest Enraged Saul so greeuously opprest With melancholly that it craz'd his wits And falling then into outragious fits With cramps with stitches and convulsions rackt That in his pangs he oft was like to act His rage vpon himselfe so rauing mad And soone againe disconsolate and sad Then with the throbs of his impatient heart His eyes were like out of his head to start Fomes at the mouth and often in his paine O'r all his Court is heard to roare againe As the strong spirit doth punish or doth spare Euen so his fits or great or lesser are That Israel now doth generally lament Vpon their King Gods greeuous punishment When some which saw this spirit possessing Saul Amongst themselues a counsell quickly call To search if there might remedy be found For this possession each man doth propound His thought of curing as by Physick some Each man speakes what into his minde doth come But some whose soules were rauished more hie Whose composition was all harmony Of th'Angels nature and did more partake By which as Seers prophetickly they spake Wish holy Magick for some spirits inspir'd Which by a cleere Diuinity are fier'd And sharpned so each depth and hight to try That from their reach and visibility Nature no secrets shuts and heauen reueales Those things which else from reason it conceales Those men conclude the spirit that thus had harm'd Their soueraigne Saul with Musick must be charm'd And hauing heard of Israels deare delight Beloued David the braue Bethlemite What wondrous things by Musick he had done How he fierce Tigars to his hand had wonne Had layd the Lion and the Beare to sleepe And put such spirit into his silly sheepe By his high straines as that they durst oppose The Woolfe and Fox their most 〈◊〉 foes Of this Musitian they informe the King And all assure him