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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A96750	The great assises holden in Parnassus by Apollo and his assesours: at which session are arraigned Mercurius Britanicus. Mercurius Aulicus. Mercurius Civicus. The scout. The writer of Diurnalls. The intelligencer. The writer of Occurrences. The writer of Passages. The post. The spye. The writer of weekly Accounts. The Scottish dove, &c.	Wither, George, 1588-1667.	1645 (1645)	Wing W3160; Thomason E269_11; ESTC R212378	15,993	51

THE GREAT ASSISES Holden in PARNASSVS BY APOLLO AND HIS ASSESSOVRS At which Sessions are Arraigned Mercurius Britanicus Mercurius Aulicus Mercurius Civicus The Scout The writer of Diurnalls The Intelligencer The writer of Occurrences The writer of Passages The Post The Spye The writer of weekly Accounts The Scottish Dove c. LONDON Printed by Richard Cotes for Edward Husbands and are to be sold at his Shop in the Middle Temple 1645. APOLLO The Lord VERVLAN Chancellor of Parnassus Sir PHILIP SIDNEY High Constable of Par. WILLIAM BVDEVS High Treasurer JOHN PICVS Earle of Mirandula High Chamberlaine JVLIVS CESAR SCALIGER ERASMUS ROTERODAM JUSTUS LIPSIUS JOHN BARCKLAY JOHN BODINE ADRIAN TVRNEBVS ISAAC CASAVBON JOHN SELDEN HVGO GROTIVS DANIEL HEINSIVS CONRADVS VOSSIVS AUGUSTINE MASCARDUS The Jurours George Wither Thomas Cary Thomas May William Davenant Josuah Sylvester Georges Sandes Michael Drayton Francis Beaumont John Fletcher Thomas Haywood William Shakespeere Philip Massinger The Malefactours Mercurius Britanicus Mercurias Aulicus Mercurius Civicus The Scout The writer of Diurnals The Intelligencer The writer of Occurrences The writer of Passages The Poste The Spye The writer of weekely Accounts The Scottish Dove c. JOSEPH SCALIGER the Censour of manners in Parnassus BEN. JOHNSON Keeper of the Trophonian Denne JOHN TAYLOVR Cryer of the Court. EDMVND SPENCER Clerk of the Assises The PROEME IUst teares of commix'd with streams of guiltless blood May shew our woes but not their period For this Heaven onely can affixe Why then Trust wee to armes or stratagems of men Expecting peace or any faire accord From Counsels wise or the victorious Sword Since Heaven alone these evils can conclude Which Sinne first caus'd and on us did obtrude Could wee eject this cause wee might find Peace For causes failing then effects surcease Wee need demand no counsell from the Starres To know the issue of these bloody Warres No Sibylles bookes or Oracles wee need To bee inform'd of things that shall succeed No Oracle of Delphos but of Sion No booke but that of God must wee relie on No Starre but Jacobs Starre can doe the feate To end our woes and make our joyes compleate Could I th' harmmious sorrowes parallel Of the incested mournfull Philomel Or could I imitate that fatall note Which is effused from the silver throte Of that faire Bird y'cleapt Apollo's Priest Who clad in feather'd Albe with his soft brest Divides the surface of the crystall stream And dying sings his owne sad requiem Then might I such sad Elegies devise As would become our mournfull tragedies But give mee leave a space for to dismisse Melpomene and bloudy Nemesis And to elect a style which may appeare More mild to many though to some severe LEarn'd Scaliger the second of the twaine Second to none in Arts did late complaine To wise Apollo of some strange abuses Committed against him and the Nine Muses For Scaliger had beene Grave Censour long In Learnings Commonwealth and liv'd among The people of Parnassus in such fame That all the world tooke notice of his name Himselfe hee humbly to his Lord addrest And in the these termes his inward thoughts exprest Dread Prince to whose benevolous aspect Wee owe our Arts and Hearts with all respect Which may bee due unto a Soveraigne Lord Who rules by Love and Law not by the Sword I whom your Majesty daign'd to create Censour of manners in the Learned State Obliged by the dutie of my place Humbly presume to importune your Grace Unto my votes to adde your royall will For a redresse of some abuses ill Needs must wee those advantages confesse Which wee reape from the literary Presse A priviledge which our forefathers wanted Although to us Heaven it benignely granted This engine of the Muses doth disperse Arts best achievements both in Prose and Verse It vents with ease labours of learned braines And doth the hand quit from a world of paines Those Wonders of which elder ages boast Had almost all forgotten been and lost If this Eighth Wonder had not been contriv'd Whereby the other seven have been reviv'd Your Grace well knowes I need not to relate How Typographie doth concerne your state Which some pernicious heads have so abus'd That many with it never had been us'd This instrument of Art is now possest By some who have in Art no interest For it is now imploy'd by Paper-wasters By mercenary soules and Poëtasters Who weekly utter slanders libells lies Under the name of specious novelties Thus Capaine Rashingham's undone and lost For these his trade and custome have engrost And Hee for to maintaine an honest port Is forc'd t' accept an office in your Court Hee in your Graces kitchin plucks the Widgeons Geese Dotterells and Duckes and all tame Pidgeons And for his labour hee their plums retaines Wages that sute his person and his paines But let not your High Majesty mistake And thinke that my complaint is for his sake If this abuse touch'd onely such as hee It were no grievance but a remedy For Truth and Morall Vertues injur'd are The Muses and the Graces beare a share In these notorious wrongs with all that love Parnassus or the Heliconian Grove Therefore Great Prince vouchsafe for to apply Your Soveraigne power and authority To vindicate your subjects and to curbe These Varlets that your government disturbe Thus spake the Censour then Apollo shook His harnish'd lockes and with a frowning look Declar'd his discontent but having paus'd Hee thus reply'd Grave Censour I 'm amaz'd To heare the impudent affronts of these That thus contemne our Lawes and our decrees But by this golden Scepter they shall try What 't is to trespasse on our lenity If our remisnesse hath made them transgresse They shall perceive that wee can make it lesse In their sharpe punishment Thus Phoebus ends And then Hee for Torquato Tasso sends Under whose charge some Companies were listed Of that stout Gend'army which consisted Of Heroick Poets whose high valour was No meane defense but a magnifick grace Unto the Sacred Hill this Regiment On summons short was ever ready bent To execute Apollo's just commands With hearts couragious and with armed hands Stout Tasso did in sturdy buffe appeare And after reverence done desir'd to heare His Graces pleasure who soone gave him orders With all his Cavalry to scoure the borders Of high Parnassus and low Helicon And to bring in alive or dead each one That had discovered been or to defile The Presse with Pamphlets scarrilous and vile Or to have traduc'd with malignant spirits Persons of honorable worth and merits Tasso departs with these instructions And muster'd up his witty Myrmidons The trumpet to the stirrop gives a call They bustle to their armes and mounted all Haste to their Rendezvous without delay And put in ranke and file they march away For Tasso no advantage did decline To prosecute the better his designe Hee into squadrons three his Troops dissects And unto severall quarters them directs That traversing the countrey