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A12605	Pandora, the musyque of the beautie, of his mistresse Diana. Composed by Iohn Soowthern Gentleman, and dedicated to the right Honorable, Edward Deuer, Earle of Oxenford, &c. 1584. Iune. 20	Southern, John, fl. 1584.	1584 (1584)	STC 22928; ESTC S111056	12,018	31

PANDORA The Musyque of the beautie of his Mistresse Diana ❧ Composed by John Soowthern Gentleman and dedicated to the right Honorable Edward Deuer Earle of Oxenford c. 1584. Iune 20. Non careo patria Me caret Illa magis Jmprinted at London for Thomas Hackette and are to be solde at his shoppe in Lumbert streete vnder the Popes head 1584. To the ryght honourable the Earle of Oxenford c. Ode 1. Strophe 1. THis earth is the nourishing teate As well that deliuers to eate As els throwes out all that we can Deuise that should be naedefull fore The health of or disease or sore The houshold companions of man And this earth hath hearbes soueraine To empeach sicknesses sodaine If they be well aptlie applide And this yearth spues vp many a breuage Of which if we knew well the vsage Would force the force Acherontide Bréefe it lendes vs all that we haue With to liue and it is our graue But with all this yet cannot giue Vs fayre renowmes when we be dead And in déede they are onelie made By our owne vertues whiles we liue Antistrophe ¶ And Marbles all be they so strong Cannot maintaine our renowmes long And neither they he but abuses To thinke that other thinges haue puissaunce To make for time any resistaunce Saue onelie the well singing Muses And the fayre Muses that prouide For the wise an immortall name Doo neuer garnishe any head With Lawrell by hearesay of Fame Nor euerie one that can rime Must not thinke to triumph on time For they giue not their Diuine furie To euerie doting troupe that comes Nor the touch of eu'rie ones thommes Is not of an eternall durie Epode ¶ No no the high singer is hée Alone that in the ende must bée Made proude with a garland lyke this And not eu'rie ryming nouice That writes with small wit and much paine And the Gods knowe idiot in vaine For it 's not the way to Parnasse Nor it wyll neither come to passe If it be not in some wise fiction And of an ingenious inuension And infanted with pleasant trauaill For it alone must win the Laurell And onelie the Poet well borne Must be he that goes to Parnassus And not these companies of Asses That haue brought verce almost to scorne Strophe 2. ¶ Making speake her with a swéete brute The ten diuers tongues of my Lute I will Fredone in thy honour These renowmed songs of Pindar And immitate for thée Deuer Horace that braue Latine Harper And stand vp Nymphes Aganapide Stand vp my wantons Parnasside Stand vp wantons and that we sing A newe dittie Calaborois To the Iban harpe Thebanois That had such a murmuring string For I will she wt héere with my verees Following the auncient traces As high vp to the ayre this Hymne With a strong bowe and armes presumpstous As Deuer is both wise and vertuous And as of my Harpe he is digne Antistrophe ¶ Muses you haue had of your father Onelie the particuler fauer To kéepe fro the réeue enfernall And therefore my wantons come sing Vpon your most best speaking string His name that dooth chéerishe you all Come Nimphes while I haue a desire To strike on a well sounding Lyre Of our vertues Deuer the name Deuer that had giuen him in parte The Loue the Warre Honour and Arte And with them an eternall Fame Come Nimphes your puissaunce is diuine And to those that you shew no fauour Quicklie they are depriude of honour And slaues to the chaines Cossitine Epode ¶ Amongst our well renowmed men Deuer merits a syluer pen Eternally to write his honour And I in a well polisht verse Can set vp in our Vniuerse A Fame to endure for euer And fylde with a Furiae extreme Vpon a well superbus ryme On a ryme and both strong and true I wyll Deuer pushe thy louanges To the eares of people estraunges And rauishe them with thy vertus But in trueth I vse but to sing After the well intuned string Of eyether of the great Prophêts Or Thebain or Calaborois Of whether of whome yet the voice Hath not béene knowne to our Poëts Strophe 3. ¶ But what shall I beginne to touch O Muses what haue I begunne But speake wantons what haue I donne Take it of the charge is too much No no if I would there were made I could take an entyre Iliade Of onelie his noble antiquitie But his vertues would blushe with shame If I should not by his owne name Giue him a laude to our posteritie But if I will thus like Pindar In many discourses Egar Before I wyll come to my point Or or touch his infinitie Of vertues in this Poiesie Our song wyll neuer be conioint Antistrophe ¶ For who marketh better then hée The seuen turning flames of the Skie Or hath read more of the antique Hath greater knowledge in the tongues Or vnderstandes sooner the sownes Of the learner to loue Musique Or else who hath a fayrer grace In the Centauriane arte of Thrace Halfe-horse halfe-man and with lesse paine Dooth bring the Coorsser indomtable To yéeld to the raynes of his bridle Vaulting on the edge of a plaine And it pleases me to saye too With a louange I protest true That in England we cannot sées Any thing lyke Deuer but hée Onelie himselfe he must resemble Vertues so much in him assemble Epode ¶ And nought escapes out of my hand In this Ode but it 's veritée And héere I sweare Deuer t is thée That art ornament of England Vaunting me againe of this thing Which is that I shall neuer sing A man so much honoured as thée And both of the Muses and mée And when I gette the spoyle of Thebes Hauing charged it on my shoulders In verses exempte fro the webbes Of the ruinous Filandinge systers I promise to bullde thée a glorie That shall euer line in memorie ¶ In meane while take this lyttle thing But as small as it is Deuere Vaunt vs that neuer man before Now in England knewe Pindars string Non car●● patria Me caret Illa magi● Sonnet to the Reader THou find'st not heere neither the furious alarmes Of the pride of Spaine or subtilnes of France Nor of the rude English or mutine Almanes Nor neither of Naples noble men of armes No an Infant and that yet surmounteth Knights Hath both vanquished me and also my Muse And vvere it not this is a lawfull excuse If thou hearst not the report of their great fights Thou shalt see no death of any valliant soldier And yet I sing the beauty of a fierce vvarrier And amore alone I must strike on my Leer And but Eroto I knowe no other Muse And harke all you that are lyke vs amourous And you that are not goe read some other where Sonnets 1. To his Mystresse Diana T Is fyrst to you Dian that I haue togethers Giuen me and my voice making you the Idôll To which I offer both the body and soule Of these