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Thule, or Vertues historie To the honorable and vertuous Mistris Amy Audely. By F.R. The first booke.
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Rous, Francis, 1579-1659.
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he menac'd warre vnto the skie This pecocke irond thus of euery side A coward is vnfit of manly speare Neuer in ought he hath his valour tride But is so faint and humble slaue to feare That when the shadow of his lance he spide His fainting carcasse downward gan to beare And if deaths thought had not him rousde away No doubt for famine he should there decay And now he went into this filthie land Where Knights but seldome vsde their prowesse trie And now the mayd of him doth this demaund That sharpe reuenge might quite this iniurie Then lifting out his vow confirming hand Lady if this same caitife hidden lie Vnder the compasse of this emptie ayre This hand thy losses fully shall repayre Out in Tartaria when a mightie hoast Encompast me but then bespoke the mayd No further of thy deedes I pray thee boast Well doe I trust thee for thy gentle ayd Though he had neuer been in any coast Which in a new Meridian is layd But trauersing the Iland vp and downe Neuer did worthie deed in field nor towne The mayd vp mounted led him in the way Which to Sir Aidons fort directly brought Where come by breaking of the blushing day He bid the mayd stay back till he had fought The battell which her foes in dust should lay Which done he very studious bethought How he the battell any way might flie Or if he fought some place of flight espie Thus musing straight he sees the portall shut And hoping none were remanent within With speare he gaue the gates a mightie butt And cryes what are you fled for feare your sinne Reueng'd with death my hungry speare should glut Or of my comming haue fore warned bin Then foorth Tigranes comes that furious Knight And cryes what peasant troubles my delight No harme quoth he forsooth an humble friend Come to congratulate your victorie And here this captiue mayd a pledge doe send Yeelding her to you with humilitie Let not I pray my boldnes you offend But take this mayd a pledge of fealtie The Knight appeasde them gently entertaind And they a place of rest haue now obtaind Now had Viceina past this bloody seat And wandred thorow way-lesse woods and dales VVhen in a vale a cottage she hath met VVherein a Hermite still in prayer calles To clense his soule and wickednesse forget VVhose thought the thoughts of his sweet conscience galls Thus did he spend the day and watch the night Still listing vp for grace his troubled spright Who seeing such a modest Lady by Told her if cottage might not be disdaind Nor herball fare which in his house dothly Of him she gladly should be entertaind Who finding comfort of extremity Told him she gladly hath his lodging gaind VVhere we will leaue them to their hearty prayer And old mindes griefes with ioy new to repayre But see how fayre Erona chang'th her coat And taught the seigniour with a cleerer breast To sing his tunes vnto a higher note She that but one night in his house would rest Least wicked sinne her holy soule should blot She thinks to tarie here is farre the best And Deogin enamourd on her face VVith many sports hath made her like the place But he is come vnto his wonted rate His eyes are euer glistering with fire He euer thinks she hath another mate And other loues doe kindle her desire VVhich often causeth strife and great debate But she will gently quite her ielous sire And since he stumbles thus without a stone She meanes to giue him rocks to fall one Euen by this Castle Neptune once in loue Of a wood Nymph did follow fast his game But she to fly his kisses mainly stroue And to her woods of harbour flying came Neptune enrag'd his trident mace vphoue And mainly stroake the harbour of the Dame The earth gan melt and trees consum'd away Neptune rusht in and caught the swimming Iay. So now a lake it is once firmest land And Knights much vsde to crosse this watry way But once arriu'd a Knight vnto the strand About the darkning of the conquerd day And at this castle lodging did demand The carle was loth but threatnings did affray That in he goes into that burning gate The tragick actor of the churles fate When supper comes all doe themselues addresse To saciate with foode their natures neede But this grim sir doth sit all supperlesse And on his gnawed guts apace doth feede And when he eates he mindeth nothing lesse For on the Knight his eyes kept carefull heede That sometimes when his meate he should deuide The knife awry into his flesh doth slide Thus passeth foorth the prologue of his woe But the next morne brings foorth his tragedie For that same Knight his wife had handled so That in a chamber now they both doe lie But still Deogines goes to and fro To see if he his louing mates can spie At last he sees the flame whose firy dart Kindles the sulphure of his fueld hart About he runnes and cryes I burne I burne And in black famine all his bones doth spend At last vnto the riuer he doth turne Thinking to giue this flame a watry end But he so light is growne each waue doth spurne And any way his sliding course doth bend At last fayre sayling with a Northerne blast This barebond feend on Britains sands was cast But now Erona will her course betake As she was wont to lust and filthie shame A whirty on that riuer she doth make And she her selfe the passenger became Ferrying each knight vpon that gulfie lake That condiscends vnto her damned game The rest by cunning of her ioynted boat She layes in waues and makes ore bord to float For in two parts her boat she doth deuide She in the first doth row and that behinde VVith a sleight vise vnto the first is tide VVhich with a pin she can both loose and binde Now while vpon the waues they rowing slide If any Knight resist her filthie minde Then doth she loose her pin he falleth downe And drenching waues his haples carkasse drowne If he vnto her dalliance doe yeeld Then doth she passe him safely to the land And gently sets him on the other field And thus her dayes consum'd like dustie sand VVhich Boreas to and fro with blasts doth wield And is not seene where it before did stand So doth her body so her soule consume Dide vgly black in sinnes still-reaking fume Nor doth her guilt escape vnpunisht quite For as it fell this way her Captaine came Old Bonauallant once her deare delight But now new-changed in another frame VVho when she ferried and with pleasing sight Woo'd to agree to deeds of black defame He harkned not to her vntam'd desire VVhich kindled in her breast reuenges fire But he had spide how she with turning vice VVas loosing downe the dead-fall of her hate And with a charme did crosse her first deuice Giuing her punisht soule a new-found fate Into a boat her
in silence passe our silent dayes No ill on earth nor sorrow after death VVe feare not enuious tongues nor black disprayse VVhile they though soothed in this liuely breath After their time are punisht many wayes Each swelling heart his hate vnburdeneth And wisheth that the earth may heauy lie And presse them deeply with her grauitie Thus passing foorth a rufull sight they view VVhere many hung vpon a crossing tree O these quoth they no more earths woe shall rew Thrise happie easde of mortall miserie VVe haue a mightie Ocean yet anew Through which our tossed ships to port must flie Brought to the summe of great felicitie Further they goe when comes a down-cast wight VVhose face the Sunne had dide with sunnie black O friends quoth he and can you take delight On earth while heau'ns great pleasures you doe lack Come come each man breath vp his ending spright Before foule sin it driue to deadly wrack Send vp to heauen a soule ere sin it get Intangled in his nere-dissolued net O cease quoth they to make an ouerflow Ouer the bounds of our ny-drowned mindes This worlds vncertaintie we well doe know VVho so seekes ought nought but despayre he findes And these our earthly bodies sinking low In mancipate of shame our soules doe binde Our Sunne with clowds is darkned in the rise The noone is black but brightest when he dyes Since then the fates our meeting thus ordaind Let vs not seeke to teach what each doth see But let him happiest be most soules that gaind Franchising them to immortalitie Here will we tell how that the soule is paind Laden with earthly things not euer free Before the bodies seruice they reiect And here we 'le counsell them to that effect Agreed they fram'd full many a wooden crosse And digd vp pooles and many other wayes VVhen they perswade them to this gaining losse The worlds losse gaine which gaine our soule imbayes In happy rest where neuer tempests tosse But sweet content our soules in quiet layes VVhere Aeol dares not foorth his seruants send VVhere ending wo woes heire doth neuer end CANT 5. The Hermite tels Asotus Tragedie His wicked deeds and filthie luparie And Cipribel there learnes felicitie But Erofel still plagues with crueltie Pirinoes souls whose craft when they had found They stript her clothes and to the steed her bound HAples that wight within whose bowels lye The deep-drencht poysons of vncured vice Not any Antidote can helpe apply To whose soules cure no leach-art will suffice But tossed in the waues from any eye Payes desperate his soules vnmatched price But happy they awake from sleepe of night To see the blessed dayes thought-chearing light Which seld seene blisse new-changed Cipribel Hath by her gentle-smiling fortune gaind So they that in a parfum'd house doe dwell The parfum'd odour afterlong retaind And wicked chaind with those that vse doe well Haue from their wicked customes soone refraind The horse whose back the tamer oft bestrides At length with easie pace full gently rides After the Giant-fight when downe he threw The filthie sonnes which Aloâ—us bare And those same monsters great Themistos flew Spoyling those wolues which all the passers tare From their black mansions he his seete withdrew And with the Ladies in his way doth fare Freeing each wretch from his vnworthie paine Restoring them vnto their rest againe At length they past where they all wondring spide A little rocky forme whence did arise A fruitfull issuing streame that still did slide From out the hollow stone in ample wise Fast by a little cabinet they eyde Whither desirous of some nouelties They goe enquiring what these things mought bee Which they so strange and neuer-heard did see VVhen by a crany there they silent view An old age-worne-out father that with beades Praying full deeply seem'd some gift to sue Of the great king when still he earnest reades And letting downe his beades sayes prayer new Thus he his life 's cold Autumne-yeares doth leade Nor caring for the world nor wordly wealth But his beloued soules beloued health When streight Themistos Sir without offence If tell you may pray tell the mysterie Of yonder stone and if oft recompence Can quite I pray my kindnes proue and trie Sir your request quoth he doth grieue my sence With new memoriall of this historie Yet though each word doe bring with him a teare You shall my storie and sad fortune heare VVeeping and speaking thus the mourner sayes VVhere now vast rudenes shewes her rugged face Here on these plaines shone in the former dayes The stateliest walls that ere with glories grace Send to the world their fayre prospectiue rayes The place to them gaue worth they to the place That twixt both worths farre worthiest they were seene O that as once they were they now had beene Here dwelt vnworthie farre here for to dwell My brother why should I him brother call Asotus height that nere-recured fell Into the snares of vice O haples fall Nothing but luxurie did please him well Drinking and feasting and consuming all His belly was the ship whereto he set All marchandize that he could euer get Like to the yawning mouth of vgly Diâ— That euer gapes still hungry for his pray Where sinking downe into the black Abysse The pained soules their sinnes deare tribute pay Such was the neuer-satiat gulfe of his Wherein still soules of beasts he fresh did lay VVhen to extinguish his thirsts raging fire VVhole haruests he of prest-grapes doth require Once when the Sunne began for to release His teames all weary with their daily paine Came by a godly father whom he prayes His castles lodging for a night to daigne Though loth he were so much to yeeld to ease Yet by requests here now he will remaine In is he gone to take his nightly rest Meaning to lodge within this Pythoes nest Hunger the vulture that on euery maw Bites with her meager teeth her wombe to fill Bids them to yeeld to common natures law And satisfie her not resisted will The father who before then neuer saw The dish where rawish blood downe did distill But Pythagorean like with gardens fed VVonders to see so many creatures dead Fie shame quoth he to kill the harmeles beast That with his fleece maintaines our vestiment And with this bloodie meate to make a feast VVhich nature made for a more good intent VVhat hath the oxe deseru'd that still opprest VVith heauie yoke in paine his yeares hath spent Or what the sheepe the sheepe that innocent VVhich neuer cryes for slaughter vp ypent Sauing your tale quoth he and taking wine Asotus in a full carouse doth swill But he whose grieued heart doth much repine To see him with those bloodie meates to fill His rau'ning panch goes forward to diuine Telling that for his soule this feast was ill Who in deepe hell for penance long shall fast Guiltie to thinke vpon his pleasure past Thus long he spoke when downe Asotus lyes Whom deep-fetcht