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A20977 The miracle of the peace in Fraunce Celebrated by the ghost of the diuine Du Bartas. / Translated, by Iosuah Sylvester.; Miracle de la paix en France. English. Du Nesme, Jean.; Du Bartas, Guillaume de Salluste, seigneur, 1544-1590.; Sylvester, Josuah, 1563-1618. 1599 (1599) STC 7353.5; ESTC S105425 13,633 72

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THE MIRACLE OF THE PEACE IN FRAVNCE Celebrated by the Ghost of the Diuine DV BARTAS Translated By IOSVAH SYLVESTER ¶ Imprinted at London by Richard Bradocke for Iohn Browne and are to be sold at his shop in Fleet street at the signe of the Bible 1599. ¶ To the most honorable learned and religious Gent. M. Anthony Bacone BOund by your Bountie and mine owne desire To tender still new tribute of my zeale To you your Countries watchfull Sentinell Whose wisdome ours and other States admire Loe here I tune vpon mine humble Lyre Our neighbour Kingdomes vn-expected weale Through sodaine ceasing of Warres enter-deale As Celtike Muses to my Muse inspire Miraculous the Worke and so his wit That firstly sung this sacred MIRACLE A gratious Theame if I disgrace not it That your graue eyes may daigne for spectacle What e're it be accept it as a due From him whose all doth all belong to You. Iosuah Syluester A Phoneur de la Paix chantée par Monsieur du NESME rechantée en Anglois par Monsieur SYLVESTRE SAns Paix rien ne subsiste en Paix tout croist dure Dieu maintient par sa Paix le beau grand Vniuers Et le petit bastis de membres si diuers Tous s'entr●ydans l'un l'autre en commune facture Elle vnit a son Dieu humaine creature Elle emplit descitez les Royaumes deseris Elle bride les fols rendles champs converts De biens donnans-plaisirs vesture nouriture Enuoy-la donc ô Dieu a nos Princes Roys En nos maisons en nous fay que dvne vois Nous suyvions les accords de ton Nesme admirable 〈◊〉 a iamais seras loue de nos Gaulois Parses chantstout-divins Syluestre en Anglois Redoubleràce loz dvn stile inimitable P. CATELLE ●'atten● le temps SONNET HEnry triumphant though thou wert in Warre Though Fate Fortitude conspir'd thy glory Though thy least conflicts well deserue a Storie Though Mars his fame by thine be dark'ned far Though from thy cradle infant Conquerer Thy martial proofes haue dimm'd Alcides praise And though with garlands of victorious Bayes Thy Royall tēples richly crowned are Yet matchles Prince nought hast thou wrought so glorious As this vn-lookt-for happie PEACE admired Wherby thy selfe art of thy selfe victorious For while thou might'st the worlds throne haue aspired Thou by this Peace thy war-like hart hast tamed What greater cōquest could there thē be named ¶ THE MIRACLE OF THE PEACE in Fraunce BVt what new Sunne doth now adorne our Land And giues our skie so smooth smiling cheere For 't is not Phoebus els his golden brand Shines brighter now then 't hath done many a yeere Sweet Angel-beauty sacred PEACE heau'ns presēt Is' t not the rising of thy new-come starre Which makes the aire more clere the spring more pleasant Zephyre more calme Flora merrier Ah I perceiue the Oliue Doue and Bowe Diuine presages that the flood abates The dismal flood where blood teares did flow And Ianus now lockes-vp his Temple gates Iustice and Faith doe kindly kisse each other And Mars appeas'd sits down by Cupids mother SONNET Faire fruitfull daughter of th'Omnipotent Great Vmpire that doost either World sustaine Without whose helpe all would returne againe Like hideous Chaos to confusion bent O Mother of the liuing second Nature Of th' Elements Fire Water Earth and Aire O Grace wherby mē climbe the heau'nly staire Whence void this world harbors no happy creature Pillar of Lawes Religions pedestall Hope of the godly glorie of th' Immortall Honour of Cities Pearle of kingdomes all Thou Nource of vertues Muses chiefe supportall Patron of Artes of Good the speciall spring All haile dere Peace which vs all heale dost bring SONNET Come forth dere France frō thy dark cell of mone Come as new-borne frō wars vnkindly quarels Turne tragicke Cypres to triumphant Laurels Change blacke to greene and make thy graue a Throne Let Ceres dwell vpon thy desart Plaine Bacchus and Diane on thy hilles and groues Pomona in gardens Pan among thy droues Secure all Roades and ope all gates againe Resume O Cities Rule and Reuerence Reuest yee States your robes of dignitie Rise-vp yee Ruines in faire Battlements Come Muses Pallas Themis Mercurie Restore vs Lawes Learning Artes Trade And let our Age a golden Age be made SONNET Most Christian kingdome thou wert ne're so neare Drown'd in the deep gulphes of thy Ciuill warre As in the tempest of this later iarre Which past conceit of calming did appeare When all the winds aduersly armed were Though selfely-foes yet friends to worke thy wrack Thy ship a helme thy selfe a heart didst lacke On troubled waters tossed here and there When from aboue O bountie most admired Saint Hermes shin'd whose gentle light presageth That then the anger of the heau'ns asswageth O happie PEACE lesse hoped then desired O grace much honord little yet conceiued O blessed guile that thus our sence deceiued SONNET Who could expect but past all expectation So sodaine order from so sad confusion So loyall friendship from false emulation So firme possession from so fierce intrusion Who could expect but past all likelihood From such a storme such and so sweet a calme From Fraunce her cynders such a Phoenix-brood Pandoras boxe to yeeld so rare a balme Who could expect but past all humane thought So franke a freedome from a thrall so late Or certaine Rudder of so rent a State True Aesculapius thou alone hast wrought This MIRACLE not on Hyppolitus But on this kingdome much more wonderous Th'vnlook't-for working of all things almost Inconstant-constant in succession strange Amazeth those whose wits we chiefly boast To see this sodaine vn-expected change Each feeles th' effect but none the cause discries No though he haue with starres intelligence God to himselfe reserues such mysteries Disposing Kingdomes by his Prouidence O endles Bountie In the midst of Broyles He giues vs PEACE when warre did vs inflame And reaues the mischiefe wee pursu'd ere whiles But this doth most extoll his glorious name That when most sharply this extreamest fit Stroue to be cure-les soone he cured it SONNET Some reasoned thus No violence can last Reuolted subiects of themselues will quaile Iust Soueraigntie can neuer be displac't And lawfull Princes first or last preuaile But who could thinke that the conioyned powers Of Spaine Rome with an exceeding number Of rebell Cities and false States of ours So weake a King so little should encumber Others discoursed in another sort While all things sorted to another end Then their imaginations did purport That earth may know it cannot comprehend The secret depths of Iudgements all-diuine No there 's no ground beginning midst nor fine SONNET Admire we onely Gods Omni-potence His deep-deepe Wisdome his Mercie deare For with these three he hath surmounted here Our hatefull foes our hopes and all our sence His power appeares vpon our Lord and King As earst on Dauid for they