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A16884	Englands Parnassus: or the choysest flowers of our moderne poets, with their poeticall comparisons Descriptions of bewties, personages, castles, pallaces, mountaines, groues, seas, springs, riuers, &c. Whereunto are annexed other various discourses, both pleasaunt and profitable.	Albott, Robert, fl. 1600.	1600 (1600)	STC 378; ESTC S100113	209,794	528

highest mount That blood-red billowes like a walled front On either side disparted with his rod Till that his army dry foot through them yode Dwelt fortie dayes vpon where writ in stone With bloudy letters by the hand of God The bitter doombe of death and balefull mone He did receiue whiles flashing fire about him shonne Or like that sacred hill whose head full hie Adornd with fruitfull Oliues all around Is as it were for endlesse memorie Of that deare Lord who oft thereon was found For euer with a flowring garlond crownd Or like that pleasant mount that is for aye Through famous Poets verse each where renownd On which the thrice three learned Ladies play Their heauenly notes and make full many a louely lay Ed. Spencer Right in the middest of the paradize There stood a stately mount on whose round top A gloomy groue of mirtle trees did rise Whose shady bowes sharpe steele did neuer lop Nor wicked beasts their tender buds did crop But like a girlond compassed the height And from their fruitfull sides sweet gumme did drop That all the ground with pretious deaw bedight Threw forth most dainty Odors most sweet delight And in the thickest couert of that shade There was a pleasant arbor not by art But of the trees owne inclination made Which knitting their ranke braunches part to part With wand in yuie twine intraild a thwart And Eglantine and Caprifoile among Fashion'd aboue within their inmost part That neither Phaebus beams could through them thrōg Nor Aeolus sharp blast could worke them any wrong Idem It was an hill plac't in an open plaine That round about was bordered with a wood Of matchlesse height that seemd th' earth disdaine In which all trees of honour stately stood And did all winter as in sommer bud Spreading pauilions for the birds to bowre Within their lower braunches sung aloud And in the tops the soaring haukes did towre Sitting like King of fowles in maiestie and power And at the foote thereof a gentle floud His siluer waues did softly tumble downe Vnmard with ragged mosse of filthy mud Ne mote wild beasts ne mote the ruder clowne Thereto approach ne filth mote therein drowne But Nymphes and Fairies by the bankes did sit In the woods shade which did the waters crowne Keeping all noisome things away from it And to the waters fall tuning their accents fit And on the toppe thereof a spacious plaine Did spread it selfe to serue to all delight Either to daunce when they to daunce would faine Or else to course about their bases light Ne ought there wanted which for pleasure might Desired be or thence to banish bale So pleasantly the hill with equall height Did seeme to ouerlooke the lowly vale Therefore it rightly cleped was Mount Acidale They say that Venus when she did dispose Her selfe to pleasance vied to resort Vnto this place and therein to repose And rest her selfe as in a gladsome port Or with the graces there to play and sport Ed. Spencer It was a chosen plot of fertile land Amongst the wild waues set like a litle nest As if it had by natures cunning hand Bene choicely picked out from all the rest And laid forth for ensample of the best No daintie flower nor hearbe that growes on ground No arboret with painted blossomes drest And smelling sweete but there it might be found To bud out faire her sweet smels throw all around No tree whose braunches did not brauely spring No braunch wherein a fine bird did not sit No bird but did her shrill notes euer sing No song but did containe a louely dit Trees braunches birds and songs were framed fit For to allure fraile minds to carelesse ease Idem Groaue A sandy Groaue not farre away they spide That promisd aid the tempest to withstand Whose loftie trees yclad with sommers pride Did spread so broade that heauens light did hide Not pierceable with power of any starre And all within were pathes and allies wide With footing worne and leading inward farre Ed. Spencer The porch was all of Porphyrie and Tutch In which the sumptuous building raised was With Images that seem'd to moue see touch Some hewd in stone some caru'd in round cut brasse Also within the beauty was as much Vnder a stately arch they strait did passe Vnto a court that good proportion bare And was each way one hundred cubits square Each of these sides a porch had passing faire That with an arch is into colours placed Of equall sise they seemed euery paire Yet sundry workes with them they better graced At each of these a wide large easie staire Without the which all buildings are defaced And those same staires so lately mounting led Each to a chamber richly furnished The colours hie the chaplets gilt with gold The cornishes inricht with things of cost The marbles set from farre and dearly sold By cunning workemen carued and embost With Images and Antiques new and old Though now the night thereof concealed most Shew that that worke so rich beyond all measure Could scant be builded with a Princes treasure But nothing did so much the sight inrich As did the plenteous fountaine that did stand Iust placed in the middle vnder which The Pages spred a Table out of hand And brought forth napery rich and plate more rich And meats the choysest of the sea or land For though the house had stately roomes full many Yet in the sommer this was best of any This fountaine was by curious workemen brought To answere to the rest with double square Eight female statues of white marble wrought With their left hands an azure skie vpbare With raining still expelled heate and drought From all that vnder it or neare it are In these right hands was Amaltheas horne By euery one of those eight statures borne Each of those statues rested both their feete Vpon two Images of men belowe That seemd delighted with the noise so sweete That from the water came that there did flowe Also they seemd the Ladies lowly greete As though they did their names and vertues knowe In all their hands they held long scrowles of writings Of their owne pennings and their owne endightings And in faire golden letters were their names Both of the women wrought and of the men The women were eight chaste and sober dames That now do liue but were vnborne as then The men were Poets that their worthy fames In time to come should praise with learned pen. These Images bare vp a brazen tressell On which there stood a large white marble vessell This tooke the water from that Azure skie From whence with turning of some cocke or vice Great store of water would mount vpon hie And wet all that same court euen in a trice S. I. Harrington When many a weary step Had brought vs to the top of yonder mount Milde Zephirus embrac'd vs in his armes And in a cloude of sweete and rich perfumes Cast vs into the lap of that greene meade

strings when Terpsichore doth touch euen then She toucheth hearts and raigneth in mens minds Fond Erato whose looke a louely cheare Presents in dauncing beares a comely grace With seemly gesture doth Polhymnie stirre place Whose words whole routs of rankes doo rule Vraine her globes to view are bent The nine-fold heauen obserues with fixed face The blessed Eutrope tunes her instrument With solace sweete hence heauy dumps to chace Lord Phaebus in the midst whose heauenly spirit These Ladies doth inspire E. of Surrey The golden brood of great Apolloes witte Ed. Spencer Sweet Lady Muses Ladies of delight Delights of life and ornaments of light Idem Then followed on the Muses sacred nine With the first number equally diuine In virgins white whose liuely mayden browes Were couered with tryumphant lawrell browes And on their garments painted out in glory Their offices and functions in a story Imblazoning the fury and conceat VVhich on their sacred company await M. Drayton From these the Muses only are deriu'd VVhich of the Angels were in nine contriu'd These heauenly inspired babes of memory VVhich by a like attracting sympathy Apolloes prophets in their furies wrought And in their spirit inchaunting numbers taught To teach such as at poesie repine That it is only heauenly and diuine And manifest her intellectuall parts Sucking the purest of the purest arts And vnto these as by a sweet consent The sphery circles are aequiualent From the first mouer and the starry heauen To glorious Phaebe lowest of the seuen Which Ioue in tunefull Diapazons framde Of heauenly musicke of the Muses namde To which the soule in her diuinitie By her Creator made of harmonie Whilest she in fraile and mortall flesh doth liue To her nine sundry offices do giue Which offices vnited are in three Which like the orders of the Angels bee Prefiguring thus by the number nine The soule like to the Angels is diuine Idem Prouide ye Princes whilest ye liue That of the Muses ye be friended be Which vnto men eternitie doth giue For they be daughters of dame memorie And Ioue the father of Eternitie And do those men in golden chrones repose Whose merits they to glorifie do choose The seuenfold yron gates of grisly hell And horrid house of sad Proserpina They able are with power of mighty spell To breake and thence the soules to bring away Out of dread darknesse to eternall day And them immortall make which els would die In fowle forgetfulnesse and namelesse lie Ed. Spencer Wise words taught in numbers for to runne Recorded by the Muses liue for aye Ne may with storming showers be washt away Ne bitter breathing windes with harmfull blast Nor age nor enuie shall them euer last Idem The Muses not long since intrapping loue In chaines of Roses linked all aray Gaue bewtie charge to watch in their behoue With Graces three least he should wend away Who fearing yet he would escape at last On hie Parnassus top they clapt him fast When Venus vnderstood her soone was thrall She made post-haste to haue god Vulcans aide Sold him her Iemmes and Ceston therewithall To raunsome home her sonne that was betraid But all in vaine the Muses made no store Of gold but bound him faster then before Th. VVatson The Muses basely beg or bibbe or both and must for why They find as bad Bestoe as is their portly beggery vv ' vvarner Musicke Thou sweet Musicke dauncings only life The eares sole happinesse the aires best speech Load-stone of fellowship charming rod of strife The soft minds paradize the sicke mans leech With their own tongue that trees stones canst teach That when the aire doth daunce her finest measure Then art thou borne the gods and mens sweet pleasure I. Dauies As without breath no pipe doth moue No Musicke kindly without loue S. Phil. Sidney Esclepiad did cure with Trompets sound Such men as first had lost their hearing quite And many such as in their drinke lay drownd Damon reuiu'd with tunes of graue delight And Theophrast when ought his mind opprest Vsde Musicke sound to bring himselfe to rest With sound of Harpe Thales did make recure Of such as laie with pestilence forlorne With Organ pipes Xenocrates made pure Their wittes whose minds long lunacy had worne Th. VVatson Some that report great Alexanders life They say that harmony so mou'd his minde That oft he rose from meate to warlike strife At sound of Trompe or noyse of battell kinde And then that Musicks force of softer vaine Caus'd him returne from strokes to meate againe Idem Nature Nature in which diuinitie doth shine Liuely presenting vnborne deitie Is that same spirit of reason most diuine Which causeth euery naturall worke to be All things she doth preserue and can refine Muddy pollutions from impietie Philosophy can teach no art nor ground Which Nature elder borne had not first found I. Markham Nature in mans heart her lawes doth pen Prescribing truth to wit and good to will Which do accuse or els excuse all men For euery thought or practise good or ill I. Dauies Nature aboue all things requireth this That we our kind do labour to maintaine S. Phil. Sidney Nature which headlong into life doth throng vs With our feete forward to our graue doth bring vs What is lesse ours then this our borrowed breath We stumble into life we go to death Th. Bastard Inexplicable nature by the God of nature wroght Makes things seeme miracles to some to some not wonders thoght And euery climates people both as they are men and liue Do differ if obseru'd she not admir'd doth giue The workman rather thē the work extoll we though in her Not curiously and all things to his prouidence refer W. Warner Nature hath powr'd inough in each mans lappe Could each man learne to vse his priuate happe Th. Storer Markes descried in mens natiuitie Are natures faults not their owne infamie VV. Shakespeare Nature is Learnings eyes she natures thought Vse wanting either is imperfect made They without vse no better then a shade I. Markham Nature seemeth onely faire in chaunge D. Lodge Where nature failes in strength she addes in wit W. W. Nature giues bewtie fortune wealth in vaine Ed. Fairfax The desire of nature is not vaine She couets not impossibilities Fond thoughts may fall into some Idle braine But one assent of all is euer wise I. Dauies Nature doth hate and shunne her contrarie Idem Nature teacheth euer Who loues preferment needs must loue the giuer Th. Storer Nobilitie If to be noble and hie thy mind be moued Consider well the ground and thy beginning For he that hath each starre in heauen fixed And giues the moone her hornes and her eclipsing Alike hath made the noble in his working So that wretched no way mayst thou bee Except foule lust and vice do conquer thee E. of Surrey Let each man cracke of that which was his owne Our present vertues are theirs and no whit ours Who therefore will of noble

birth be knowne Ought shine in vertue like his auncestors Gentry consisteth not in lands and townes He is a churle though all the world were his Yea Arthurs heire if that he liu'd amis M. of M. Behold of nobles new the diuerse sourse Some vertue raiseth some climbe by sluttish sorts The first though onely of themselues begunne Yet circle-wise into themselues do runne Within themselues therefore vnited so Both endlesse is and stronger gainst their foe For when ends it that neuer hath begunne Or how may that hath not end be vndone The other as by wicked meanes they grew And raignd by flatterie or violence so soone rue First stumbling step from honours old is vice Which once stept downe some linger none arise To former Type but they catch vertues spray Which raiseth them that climbe by lawfull way Beware to rise by seruing princely lust Surely to stand on mean is rising iust M. of M. The Rose although in thornie shrubs she spread Is still the Rose her bewties waxe not dead And noble mindes although the court be bare Are by resemblance knowne how great they are R. Gree●e A noble minde disdaineth seruitude Th. Kyd. True noblenesse neuer doth the thing it should not Idem The noble heart that harbours vertuous thought And is with childe with glories great intent Can neuer rest vntill it forth haue brought Th' eternall broode of glory excellent Ed. Spencer Old Age. Next in order sad old Age we found His beard all hoare his eyes hollow and blinde With drouping cheere still poaring on the ground As on the the place where valour him assign'd To rest when as the sisters had vntwind His vitall thred and ended with their knife The fleeting course of fast declining life M. Sackuill Crookt backt he was tooth-shaken and bleare eide Went on three feete and sometime crept on foure With old lame bones that ratled by his side His scalpe all pild and he with eld forlore His withered fist still knocking at deaths dore Fumbling and driueling as he drawes his breath In breefe the shape and messenger of death G. Gascoigne Transl Old age and winter do accord full nie This chill that cold this crooked that awrie Ed. Spencer He that plies the laps and lips of Ladies all his time And fals to arms when age fails arms then also looseth time As if a beare in Moone-shine shuld attempt the Moone to clime W· VVarner Our infancie is feeble and our lustie youth vnstaid Our manhood carking and our age more loathed then obaid Idem Our heires wax sickish of our health too long our here abode Mean while the nerer to our graues the farther we frō God Gripple in works testie in words loathsom for most at lēgth And such at foure score as at foure for maners wit and strength Idem Eld is ordaind to counsell youth to fight Age to foresee yoong courage to inact D. Lodge Skill and experience good companions beene Age knoweth whatsoeuet youth hath seene S. I. H. Decrepit age and hoary siluer haires Still craueth helpe of lustie youthfull yeares G. Gascoigne· It is a common point whereon the aged grosly runne Once to haue dared said seene more then was euer done W. Warner The equall age doth equall life desire S. Daniel Small drops God knowes do quench age heatlesse fire When all the strength is onely in desire M. Drayton Opinion O male-content seducing ghuest Contriuer of our greatest woes Which borne of winde and fed with showes Dost nurse thy selfe in thine vnrest Iudging vngotten things the best Or what thou in conceit designest S. Daniell Thou all things in the world dost deeme Not as they are but as they seeme Idem Thou soule of pleasure houres onely substance Great arbitrator vmpire of the earth Whom fleshly Epicures call vertues essence Thou mouing Orator whose powerfull breath Swaies all mens iudgements Great Opinion I. Marston Opinion is as various as light chaunge Now speaking courtlike friendly straight as strange Shee 's any humours perfect parasite Displeasd with her and pleasd with her delight Shee is the Eccho of inconstancie Soothing her no with nay her I with yea E. Guilpin This syren or Opinion wind-borne lame Seeking to ease vs brings vs to vnrest For it adiudgeth nothing it doth see By what it is but what it seemes bee I. Markham We must in matters morall quite reiect Vulgar Opinion euer led amisse And let autenticke reason be our guide The wife of truth and wisedomes gouernesse G. Chapman Opportunitie Opportunitie thy guilt is great T is thou that execut'st the traitors treason Thou setst the wolfe where he the lambe may get Who euer plots the sinne thou points the season T is thou that spurn'st at right at lawiers reason And in thy shady Cell where none may spie him Sits sinne to feare each soule that wanders by him W. Shakespeare Faire Opportunitie can winne the coyest she that is Then he that rules her gamesome vaine tēpers toies with art Brings loue that swimmeth in her eyes to diue into her hart W. Warner When loue hath knit two parts in perfect vnitie They seldome faile to finde th' opportunitie S. I. Harrington Occasion Occasion 's wingd and euer flyeth fast Comming she smiles and frownes once being past M. Drayton Now by the forehead let vs take Occasion Least after all our trauell and expence He hide away his haire and turne his balld And we vnprouident bethought and calld S. I. H. If lust or age doth minde assaile Subdue Occasion so thou shalt preuaile Idem True iudgement sleight regards Opinion I. Marston Opinion how dost thou molest Th' affected mind of restless man Who following thee neuer can Nor euer shall attaine to rest Forgetting what thou saist is best Yet loe that best he findes farre wide Of what thou promisest before For in the same he look't for more Which proues but small when once is tried S. Daniell He onely treads the sure and perfect path To greatnesse who loue and opinion hath Idem Let vs esteeme Opinion as she is Fooles bable Innouations mistris The Proteus Robin good fellow of change Smithfield of iaded fancies and th' exchange Of fleeting censures nurse of heresie Begot by nature on inconstancie It s but the kisse of griefe the peoples noise The tongue of humors and fantastick voice Of haire braind apprehension it respects With all due titles and that due neglects Euen in one instant Ed. Guilpin Patience Patience doth beare a neuer pierced sheeld Whose brightnesse hath enforc'r more monsters yeeld Then that of vgly Gorgons head was made I. Syluister Patience is angers subiect and controll'd With euery fury which men would redresse But cannot do it for she is gentle milde Orecome and kept downe like a strengthlesse childe Ch. Middleton Patience a praise forbearance is a treasure Sufferance an angell a monster rage Ed. Fairfax Let gentle Patience profit thee for Patience is a thing Whereby a begger gaineth of a discontented King VV. Warner Man in