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A11395	Du Bartas his deuine weekes and workes translated: and dedicated to the Kings most excellent Maiestie by Iosuah Syluester; Sepmaine. English	Du Bartas, Guillaume de Salluste, seigneur, 1544-1590.; Sylvester, Josuah, 1563-1618.; Pibrac, Guy du Faur, seigneur de, 1529-1584. Quatrains. English.; La Noue, Odet de, seigneur de Téligny, d. 1618. Paradoxe que les adversitez sont plus necessaires que les prosperités. English.; Hudson, Thomas, 16th/17th cent.; Hole, William, d. 1624, engraver.	1611 (1611)	STC 21651; ESTC S110823	556,900	1,016

stately Toombes externly gilt and garnisht With dust and bones inwardly fill'd and furnisht But inwardly shee 's no less fraught with riches Of the riches vnder or within the Earth Nay rather more which more our soules bewitches Within the deep folds of her fruitfull lap So bound-less Mines of treasure doth she wrap That th' hungry hands of humane avarice Cannot exhaust with labour or device For they be more then ther be Starrs in Heav'n Or stormy billows in the Ocean driv'n Or ears of Corn in Autumn on the Fields Or Savage Beasts vpon a thousand Hills Or Fishes diving in the silver Floods Or scattred Leaves in Winter in the Woods Slat Iet and Marble shall escape my pen Of Minerals I over-pass the Salt-mount Oromene I blanch the Brine-Quar Hill in Aragon Whence there they pouder their provision I 'le onely now emboss my Book with Brass Dye't with Vermilion deck't with Coperass With Gold and Siluer Lead and Mercury Tin Iron Orpine Stibium Lethargy And on my Gold-work I will onely place The Crystall pure which doth reflect each face The precious Ruby of a Sanguin hew Of pretious stones The Seal-fit Onyx and the Saphire blew The Cassidonie full of circles round The tender Topaz and rich Diamond The various Opal and green Emerald The Agate by a thousand titles call'd The skie-like Turquez purple Amethists And fiery Carbuncle which flames resists I knowe to Man the Earth seems altogether No more a Mother but a Step-dame rather Because alas vnto our loss she bears Blood-shedding Steel and Gold the ground of cares As if these Mettals and not Man 's amiss Had made Sin mount vnto the height it is But as the sweet bait of aboundant Riches Bodies and Soules of greedy men bewitches The vse or abuse of things makes thē good or euill helpfull or hurtful to Mankinde Gold gilds the Vertuous and it lends them wings To raise their thoughts vnto the rarest things The wise not onely Iron well apply For houshold turns and Tools of Husbandry But to defend their Country when it calls From forrain dangers and intestine bralls But with the same the wicked never mell But to do seruice to the Haggs of Hell To pick a Lock to take his neighbours Purse To break a House or to doo somthing worse To cut his Parents throat to kill his Prince To spoyl his Country murder Innocents Even so profaning of a gift divine The Drunkard drowns his Reason in the Wine So sale-tongu'd Lawyers wresting Eloquence Excuse rich wrong and cast poor Innocence So Antichrists their poyson to infuse Miss-cite the Scriptures and Gods name abuse For as a Cask through want of vse grow'n fusty Makes with his stink the best Greek Malmsey musty So God's best gifts vsurpt by wicked Ones To poyson turn through their contagious But shall I baulk th' admired Adamant Of the rare vertue of the Loadstone Whose dead-live power my Reasons power doth dant Renowned Load-stone which on Iron acts And by the touch the same aloof attracts Attracts it strangely with vnclapsing crooks With vnknow'n cords with vnconceived hooks With vnseen hands with vndiscerned arms With hidden Force with sacred secret charms Wherewith hee wooes his Iron Misteriss And never leaves her till he get a kiss Nay till he fold her in his faithfull bosom Never to part except we love-less loose-em With so firm zeal and fast affection The Stone doth love the Steel the Steel the Stone And though somtime som Make bate com betwixt Still burns their first flame 't is so surely fixt And while they cannot meet to break their mindes With mutuall skips they shew their loue by signes As bashfull Suters seeing Strangers by Parley in silence with their hand or eye Who can conceiue or censure in what sort One Loadstone-touched Annlet doth transport Another Iron-Ring and that another Till foure or fiue hang dangling one in other Greatest Apollo might he be me thinks Could tell the Reason of these hanging links Sith Reason-scanners haue resolved all That heavie things hangd in the Aire must fall I am not ignorant that He who seeks In Romane Robes to sute the Sagest Greeks Whose iealous wife weening to home-revoke-him With a Love-potion did with poyson choak-him Hath sought to showe with arguing subtilty The secret cause of this rare Sympathy But say Lucretius what 's the hidden cause That toward the North-Star still the needle draw's Whose point is toucht with Load-stone loose this knot And still-green Laurell shall be still thy Lot Yea Thee more learned will I then confess Then Epicurus or Empedocles W' are not to Ceres so much bound for Bread Of the excellent vse of the Mariners Compasse Neither to Bacchus for his Clusters red As Signor Flauio to thy witty triall For first inuenting of the Sea-mans Diall Th' vse of the Needle turning in the same Diuine deu●● e O admirable Frame Whereby through th' Ocean in the darkest night Our hugest Caraques are conducted right Whereby w' are stor'd with Truch-man Guide and Lamp To search all corners of the watery Camp Whereby a Ship that stormy Heav'ns haue whurld Neer in one Night into another World Knowes where she is and in the Card descries What degrees thence the Equinoctiall lies Cleer-sighted Spirits that cheer with sweet aspect My sober Rymes though subiect to defect If in this Volume as you ouer-read it You meet som things seeming exceeding credit Because perhaps heer proued yet by no-man Their strange effects be not in knowledge common Think yet to som the Load-stone's vse is new And seems as strange as we haue try'd it true Let therefore that which Iron draw's draw such To credit more then what they see or touch Nor is th' Earth onely worthy praise eternall Of medicinable Earthes For the rare riches on her back externall Or in her bosom but her own selfs worth Solicits me to sound her glory forth I call to witnes all those weak diseased Whose bodies oft haue by th' effects been eased Of Lemnos seal'd earth or Eretrian soil Or that of Chios or of Melos I le All-hail fair Earth bearer of Towns and Towrs Of Men Gold Grain Physik and Fruits and Flowrs The Earths Encomion Fair firm and fruitfull various patient sweet Sumptuously cloathed in a Mantle meet Of mingled-colour lac't about with Floods And all imbrodered with fresh blooming buds With rarest Gemmes richly about embost Excelling cunning and exceeding cost All-hail great Heart round Base and stedfast Root Of All the World the Worlds strong fixed foot Heav'ns chastest Spouse supporter of this All This glorious Buildings goodly Pedestall All hail deer Mother Sister Hostess Nurse Of the Worlds Soverain of thy liberall purse W' are all maintained match-less Emperess To doo thee seruice with all readiness The Sphears before thee bear ten thousand Torches The Fire to warm thee foldes his heatfull arches In purest flames aboue the floating Cloud Th' Aire to refresh thee willingly

Preacher not the Parasite So Morn and Euening the Third Day conclude And God perceiv'd that All his Works were good THE FOVRTH DAIE OF THE FIRST WEEK THE ARGVMENT The twinkling Spangles of the Firmament The wandring Seav'n Each in a seuerall Tent Their Course their Force their Essence is disputed That they as Beasts doe eat and drink refuted Heav'ns not the Earth with rapid motion roule The famous Stars observ'd in either Pole Heav'ns sloaping Belt the Twelue celestiall Signes Whear Sol the Seasons of the Year confines Dayes glorious Prince Nights gloomy Patroness His Light and Might Her constant Change-fulnes PVre Spirit that rapt'st aboue the Firmest Sphear In the beginning of the fourth booke calling vpon the God of Heauen our Poet prayeth to be lift vp in the Heauens that he may discours● as he ought of the starrs fixed and wandring In fiery Coach thy faithfull Messenger Who smiting Iordan with his pleighted Cloak Did yerst diuide the Waters with the stroak O take me vp that far from Earth I may From Sphear to Sphear see th' azure Heav'ns To-Day Be thou my Coach-man and now Check by Ioule With Phoebus Chariot let my Chariotroule Driue on my Coach by Mars his flaming Coach Saturn and Luna let my wheels approach That having learn'd of their Fire-breathing Horses Their course their light their labour and their forces My Muse may sing in sacred Eloquence To Vertues Friends their vertuous Excellence And with the Load-stone of my conquering Verse Aboue the Poles attract the most perverse And you fair learned soules you spirits diuine To whom the Heav'ns so nimble quils assigne As well to mount as skilfully to limn The various motion of their Taperstrim Lend me your hand lift mee aboue Parnassus With your loud Trebbles help my lowly Bassus For sure besides that your wit-gracing Skill Bears in itself itself's rich guerdon still Our Nephews free from sacrilegious brauls Where Horror swims in bloud about our wals Shall one day sing that your deer Song did merit Better Heav'n better hap and better time to hear-it And though alas my now new-rising Name Can hope heer-after none or little Fame The time that most part of our betterwits Mis-spend in Flattery or in Fancy-Fits In courting Ladies or in clawing Lords Without affection in affected words I mean to spend in publishing the Story Of Gods great works to his immortall glory My rymes begot in pain and born in pleasure Thirst not for Fame the Heathen hope 's chief treasure 'T shall me suffice that our deer France doo breed In happy season som more learned sced That may record with more diuine dexterity Then I haue don these wonders to Posterity Much less may these abortiue Brats of Mine Expect Respect but in respect of Thine Yet sith the Heav'ns haue thus entaskt my layes As darkly Cynthia darts her borrow'd rayes To shadow Thine and to my Countrey render Som small reflection of thy radiant splendor It is inough if heer-by I incite Som happier spirit to do thy Muse more right And with more life giue thee thy proper grace And better follow great du BARTAS trace GOD'S NONE of these faint idle Artizens Heere resuming his course he presecutes the worke of the Creation Who at the best abandon their designes Working by halfs as rather a great deal To do much quickly then to do it well But rather as a workman neuer weary And all-sufficient he his works doth carry To happy end and to perfection With sober speed brings what he hath begun Hauing therfore the Worlds wide Curten spread About the circuit of the fruitfull Bed In the fourth day God created the fixed Stars the two great Lights vid. the Sunne and the Moone together with the other fiue Planets Where to fill all with her vnnumbred Kin Kinde Natures self each moment lyeth in To make the same for euer admirable More stately-pleasant and more profitable He th' Azure Tester trimm'd with golden marks And richly spangled with bright glistring sparks I knowe those Tapers twinkling in the sky Doo turn so swiftly from our hand and eye That man can neuer rightly reach to seeing Their Course and Force and much-much less their Being Of their Course Force Essence and Substance But if coniecture may extend aboue To that great Orb whose mouing All doth moue Th' imperfect Light of the first Day was it Which for Heavn's Eyes did shining matter fit For God selecting lightest of that Light Garnisht Heav'ns seeling with those Torches bright Or else diuided it and pressing close The parts did make the Sun and Stars of those But if thy wits thirst rather seek these things Opinion of the Greek touching the matter of the Stars In Greekish Cisterns then in Hebrew Springs Then I conclude that as of moistfull matter God made the people that frequent the Water And of an Earthy stuff the stubborn droues That haunt the Hills and Dales and Downs and Groues So did he make by his Almighty might The Heav'ns and Stars of one same substance bright To th' end these Lamps dispersed in the Skies Might with their Orb it with them sympathize And as with vs vnder the Oaken bark The knurry knot with branching vains we mark Simile To bee of substance all one with the Tree Although far thicker and more rough it bee So those gilt studs in th' vpper story driven Are nothing but the thickest part of Heav'n When I obserue their Light and Heat yblent Their substance is of Fire Meer accidents of th' vpper Element I thinke them Fire but not such Fire as lasts No longer then the fuel that it wastes For then I think all th' Elements too-little To furnish them only with one days victual And therefore smile I at those Fable-Forges Resutation of such as haue thought that the Stars were liuing creatures that did eat and drinke Whose busy-idle stile so stifly vrges The Heavn's bright Cressets to be living creatures Ranging for food and hungry fodder-eaters Still sucking-vp in their eternall motion The Earth for meat and for their drink the Ocean Sure I perceive no motion in a Star But natural certain and regular Wher-as Beasts motions infinitely vary Confus'd vncertain diuers voluntary I see not how so many golden Postes Should scud so swift about Heav'ns azure coasts But that the Heav'ns must ope and shut som-times Subiect to passions which our earthly climes Alter and toss the Sea and th' Aire estrange From it selfs temper with exceeding change I see not how in those round blazing beams One should imagine any food-fit limbs Nor can I see how th' Earth and Sea should feed So many Stars whose greatnes doth exceed So many times if Star-Diuines say troth The greatnes of the Earth and Ocean both Sith heer our Cattle in a month will eat Seav'n-times the bulk of their owne bulk in meat These Torches then range not at random o're The lightsom thicknes of an vn-firm Floor As heer

tuis Sic tandem felix te gaudeat Anglia vate Sic te Virgilium norit et ipsa suum Io Mauldaeus Germanus Amicissimo Iosuae Syluestri G. Salustij D. BARTASII interpreti Encomium QVod conspecta Pharus vario dat lumine vasta Aequora sulcanti cum vaga Luna silet Et quod lustratis Phoebi dat flammatenebris Erranti in syluis dum manifestat iter Hoc dat praestanti methodo SALVSTIVS illis Cognitio Sanctae queis placet Historiae Ille dedit Gallis quod nobis IOSVA noster Qui solus patrio ductus amore dedit Ingenium cupitis non fictaque flumina Vatum Hic magnum doctis Hortus acumen habet Musa tua est BARTAS dulcissima Musa videtur Ipsa tamen NOSTRI dulcior esse mihi Si. Ca. Gen. Flexanimo Salustij du Bartas interpreti I● Syluestri carmen Encomiasticon OFt haue I seen sweet fancie-pleasing facts Consort themselues with swart misshapen features To grace the more their soule-subduing graces By the defect of such deformed creatures As Painters garnish with their shadowes sable The brighter colours in a curious Table So English Bartas though thy beauties heer Excell so far the glory of the rest That France and England both must hold thee deer Sith both their glories thou hast heer exprest Shewing the French tongues plenty to be such And yet that ours can vtter full as much Let not thy fairest Heav'n-aspiring Muse Disdaine these humble notes of my affection My faulty lines let faithfull loue excuse Sith my defects shall adde to thy perfection For these rude rimes thus ragged base and poore Shall by their want exalt thy worth the more E. G. In Commendation of du BARTAS and his Translator M. IOSVAH SYLVESTER A SONNET WHile nights black wings the dayes bright beauties hide And while fayre Phoebus diues in western deep Men gazing on the heav'nly stages steep Commend the Moon and many Stars beside But when Aurora's windowes open wide That Sol's clear rayes those sable clouds may banish Then sodainly those petty lights do vanish Vailing the glories of their glistring pride Sa while du Bartas and our Syluester The glorious light of England and of France Haue hid their beams each glowe-worme durst prefer His feeble glimpse of glimmering radiance But now th●se Suns begin to gild the day Those twinkling sparks are soon disperst away R. H. In Commendation of this worthy Work FOole that I was I thought in younger times That all the Muses had their graces sowen In Chaucers Spencers and sweet Daniels Rimes So good seems best where better is vnknowen While thus I dream'd my busie phantasic Bad me awake open mine eyes and see How SALVST's English Sun our SYLVESTER Makes Moon and Stars to vaile and how the Sheau●s Of all his Brethren bowing do prefer His Fruits before their Winter-shaken Leaues So much for Matter and for Manner too Hath He out gon those that the rest out goe Let Gryll be Gryll let Enuie's vip'rous seed Gnaw forth the brest which bred and fed the same Rest safe Sound truth from fear is euer freed Malice may bark but shall not bite thy Name IOSVA thy Name with BARTAS name shall liue For double life you each to other giue But Mother Enuie if this Arras spunne Of Golden threds be seen of English eyes Why then alas our Cob-webs are vndone But She more subtile than religious-wise Hatefull and hated proud and ignorant Pale swoln as Toade though customed to vaunt Now holds her Peace but O! what Peace hath She With Vertue none Therefore defie her frown Gainst greater force growes greater victory As Camomile the more you tread it down The more it springs Vertue despightfully Vsed doth vse the more to fructisie And so do Thou vntill thy Mausole rare Do fill this World with wonderment and that In Venus Form no clumsie fist may dare To meddle with thy Pencil and thy Plat I fear thy life more till thy goale be run Than Wife his Spouse or Father fears his Son R. R. Malum patienti lucrum An Acrostick Sonnet to his friend M. IOSVA SYLVESTER I IF profit mixt with pleasure merit Praise O Or Works diuine be 'fore profane preferr'd S Shall not this heauenly Work the Workers raise V Vnto the Clouds on Columnes selfly-rear'd A And though his Earth be lowe in Earth interr'd S Shall not du BARTAS Poetspride and glorie I In after Ages be with wonder heard L Liuely recording th' VNIVERSAL Story V Vndoubtedly He shal and so shalt Thou E Eare-charming Eccho of his sacred Voice S Sweet SYLVESTER how happy was thy choise T To Task thee thus and thus to quight thee now E End as thou hast begun and then by right R Rare Muses NON-SVCH shal thy Work be hight R. N. Gen. To the Same HAd golden Homer and great Maro kept In enuious silence their admired measures A thousand Worthies worthy deeds had slept They reft of prayse and we of learned pleasures But O! what rich incomparable treasures Had the world wanted had not this modern glory Diuine du BARTAS hid his heauenly ceasures Singing the mighty World's immortall story O then how deeply is our ●le beholding To Chapman and to Phaer but yet much more To thee deare SYLVESTER for thus vnfolding These holy wonders hid from vs before Those works profound are yet profane but thine Graue learned deepe delightfull and diuine R. N. Du BARTAS His FIRST VVEEK Or Birth of the WORLD Wher-in In SEAVEN DAYES The glorious Work Of The CREATION is diuinely handled In the 1. Day The CHAOS In the 2. Day The ELEMENTS In the 3. Day The SEA EARTH In the 4. Day The HE AVENS SVN MOON c. In the 5. Day The FISHES FOVLES In the 6. Day The BEASTS MAN In the 7. Day The SABAOTH Acceptam refero The first Daie of the First VVeek THE ARGVMENT GOD'S Ayde implor'd the Summ of All propos'd World not eternall nor by Chaunce compos'd But of meer Nothing God it essence gaue It had Beginning and an End shall haue Curst Atheists quipt the Heathen Clarks control'd Doom's glorious Day Star-Doctros blam'd for bold The Matter form'd Creation of the Light Alternate Changes of the Day and Night The Birth of Angels some for Pride deiected The rest persist in Grace and guard th' Elected THou glorious Guide of Heav'ns star-glistring motion The Poet imploreth the gracious assistance of the true God of Hea uen Earth Ayrc and Sea that he may happily finish the work he takes in hand Thou thou true Neptune Tamer of the Ocean Thou Earth's drad Shaker at whose only Word Th' Eolian Scoutes are quickly still'd and stirr'd Lift vp my soule my drossie spirits refine With learned Artenrich This Work of mine O Father graunt I sweetly warbleforth Vnto our seede the WORLD'S renowned BIRTH Graunt gracious God that I record in Verse The rarest Beauties of this VNIVERSE And grant therein Thy Power I may discern That teaching others I

is bow'd About the Waues and well content to suffer Milde Zephyrs blasts and Boreas bellowing rougher Water to quench thy thirst about thy Mountains Wraps her moist arms Seas riuers lakes and fountains O how I grieue deer Earth that given to gays Commendations of the Country-life Most of best wits contemn thee now-a-days And noblest hearts proudly abandon quight Study of Hearbs and Country-lifes delight To brutest men to men of no regard Whose wits are Lead whose bodies Iron-hard Such were not yerst the reuerend Patriarks Whose prayse is penned by the sacred Clarks Noah the iust meek Moses Abraham Who Father of the Faithfull Race becam Were Shepheards all or Husbandmen at least And in the Fields passed their Dayes the best Such were not yerst Attalus Philemetor Archelaus Hiero and many a Pretor Great Kings Consuls who haue oft for blades And glistering Scepters handled hooks and spades Such were not yerst Cincinnatus Fabricius Serranus Curius who vn-self-delicious With Crowned Coultars with Imperiall hands With Ploughs triumphant plough'd the Roman lands Great Scipio sated with fain'd curtsie-capping With Court Eclipses and the tedious gaping Of golden beggers and that Emperour Of Slave turn'd King of King turnd Labourer In Country Granges did their age confine And ordered there with as good Discipline The Fields of Corn as Fields of Combat first And Ranks of Trees as Ranks of Souldiers yerst O thrice thrice happy He who shunns the cares Of City-troubles and of State-affairs And seruing Ceres Tills with his own Teem His own Free-land left by his Friends to him Never pale Enuie's poysonie heads doo hiss To gnaw his heart nor Vultur Auarice Free from enuy ambition auarice and consequently from the diuelish practises of Machiauiliā Politikes His Field's bounds bound his thoughts he never supps For Nectar poyson mixtin silver Cups Neither in golden Platters doth he lick For sweet Ambrosia deadly Arsenick His hand 's his boaul better then Plate or Glass The siluer Brook his sweetest Hypocrasse Milk Cheese and Fruit fruits of his own endeuour Drest without dressing hath he ready ever False Counsailours Concealers of the Law Not v●xed with counterfait wrestings of wrangling Laywers Turn-coat Attourneys that with both hands draw Sly Peti-Foggers Wranglers at the Bar Proud Purse-Leaches Harpies of Westminster With fained chiding and foul iarring noyse Break not his brain nor interrupt his ioyes But cheerfull Birds chirping him sweet Good-morrows With Natures Musick doo beguile his sorrows Teaching the fragrant Forrests day by day The Diapason of their Heav'nly Lay. His wandring Vessell reeling to and fro Not dreading shipwracke nor in danger of Pirates On th' irefull Ocean as the Windes doo blowe With sodain Tempest is not ouer-whurld To seek his sad death in another World But leading all his life at home in Peace Alwaies in sight of his own smoak no Seas No other Seas he knowes nor other Torrent Then that which waters with his siluer Corrent His Natiue Medowes and that very Earth Shall giue him Buriall which first gaue him Birth To summon timely sleep he doth not need Not diseased in body through delicious Idlenes Aethyop's cold Rush nor drowsy Poppy-seed Nor keep in consort as Mecaenas did Luxurious Villains Viols I should haue sayd But on green Carpets thrumd with mossy Beuer Frendging the round skirts of his winding Riuer The streams milde murmur as it gently gushes His healthy limbs in quiet slumber hushes Drum Fife and Trumpet with their loud A-larms Not drawen by factions to an vntimely Death Make him not start out of his sleep to Arms Nor deer respect of som great Generall Him from his bed vnto the block doth call The crested Cock sings Hunt is vp to him Limits his rest and makes him stir betime To walk the Mountains or the flowry Meads Impearld with tears that sweet Aurora sheads Never gross Aire poysond in stinking Streets Not choaked with contagion of a corrupted Aire To choak his spirit his tender nostrill meets But th' open Sky where at full breath he liues Still keeps him sound and still new stomack giues And Death drad Seriant of th' eternall Iudge Coms very late to his sole seated Lodge His wretched yeers in Princes Courts he spends not Nor Chamel●●like changing with euery obiect the colour of his conscience His thralled will on Great mens wils depends not He changing Master doth not change at once His Faith Religion and his God renounce With mercenary lies hee doth not chaunt Praysing an Emmet for an Elephant Nor soothing Sin nor licking the Tayl of Greatnesse Sardanapalus drown'd in soft excess For a triumphant vertuous Hercules Thersites foul for Venus louely Loue And every Changeling for a Turtle-Doue Nor lavishes in his lascivious layes On wanton Flora chaste Alcestes prayse But all self-priuate serving God he writes Fear-less and sings but what his heart in dites No sallow Fear doth day or night afflict-him Vnto no fraud doth night or day addict-him Neither prest with Fear nor plotting Fraud Or if he muse on guile 't is but to get Beast Bird or Fish in toil or snare or net What though his Wardrobe be not stately stuft With sumptuous silks pinked and powne't and puft With gold-ground Velvets and with siluer Tissue And all the glory of old Eues proud Issue What though his feeble Cofers be not cramd With Misers Idols golden Ingotsramd He is warm-wrapped in his own-growen Wooll Of vn-bought Wines his Cellar 's everfull His Garner's stor'd with grain his Ground with flocks His Barns with Fodder with sweet streams his Rocks For heer I sing the happy Rustiks weal Whose handsom house seems as a Common-weal And not the needy hard rack-rented Hinde Or Copy-holder whom hard Lords doo grinde The pined Fisher or poor-Daiery-Renter That liues of whay for forfeiting Indenture Who scarce haue bread within their homely Cotes Except by fits to feed their hungry throats Let me good Lord among the Great vn-kend My rest of daies in the calm Countrey end Let me deserue of my deer AEGLE-Brood For Windsor Forrest walks in Almes-wood Bee Hadley Pond my Sea Lambs-bourn my Thames Lambourn my London Kennet's siluer streams My fruitfull Nile my Singers and Musicians The pleasant Birds with warbling repetitions My company pure thoughts to work thy will My Court a Cottage on a lowely Hill Where without let I may so sing thy Name That times to-com may wonder at the same Or if the new North-star my Souerain IAMES The secret vertue of whose sacred beams Attracts th' attentiue seruice of all such Whose mindes did euer Vertue 's Load-stone touch Shall euer daign t' inuite mine humble Fate T'approoch the Presence of his Royall State Or if my Duty or the Grace of Nobles Shall driue or draw me neer their pleasing-Troubles Let not their Fauours make me drunk with folly In their Commands still keep my Conscience holy Let me true Honour not the false delight And play the

Than Pies to Syrens Geese to Nightingalls 17 Then take Me BARTAS to conduct thy ●e● Soar-vp to Heav'n Sing-me th' Almightie's prayse And tuning now the Iessean Harp again Gayn thee the Garland of eternall Bayes 18 I cannot grief-less see my Sisters wrongs Made Bawds to Louers in deceitfull faynings In forged sighes false tears and filthy Songs Lascivious shewes and counterfait complaynings 19 Alas I cannot with dry eyes behold Our holy Songs solde and profaned thus To grace the grace-less praising too-too bold Caligula Nero and Commodus 20 But most I mourn to see r●●e Verse apply'd Against the Author of sweet Composition I cannot brook to see Heav'ns King defy'd By his own Souldiers with his own Munition 21 Man's eyes are ●ield-vp with Cimmerian mist And if ought pretious in his Life he reach Through sundry hands by the Heav'ns bounty is' t But God himself the Delphian Songs doth teach 22 Each Art is learn'd by Art but PO●SI● Is a meer Heavenly gift and none can taste The Deaws we drop from Pindus plentiously If sacred Fire have not his brest imbraç't 23 Thence is' t that many great Philosophers Deep-learned Clarks in Prose most eloquent Labour in vain to make a grace-full Verse Which many a Novice frames most excellent 24 Thence is' t that yerst the poor Meonian Bard Though Master means and his owne eyes he misses Of Olde and New is for his Verse preferd In 's stout Achilles and his wise Vlysses 25 Thence is' t that Ovid cannot speak in Prose Thence is' t that Dauid Sheapheard turned Poet So soon doth learn my Songs and Youths compose After our Art before indeed they knowe-it 26 Dive day and night in the Castalian Fount Dwell vpon Homer and the Mantuan Muse Climb night and day the double-topped Mount Where the Pierian learned Maydens vse 27 Read while thou wilt read ouer every Book In Pergamus and in the famous Citie That her great name of Alexander took Still ply thy Pen practise thy language wittie 28 Take time inough choose seat and season fit To make good Verse at best aduantage place thee Yet worthy fruit thou shalt not reap of it For all thy toil vnless Minerua grace thee 29 For out of Man Man must him all advance That time-proof Poëms ever hopes to vtter And extased as in a holy Trance Into our hands his Sensiue part must put-her 30 For as a humane Fury makes a man Less than a man so Diuine-Fury makes-him More than himself and sacred Phrenzie than Above the Heav'ns bright-flaming Arches takes-him 31 Thence thence it is that Divine Poets bring So sweet so learned and so lasting Numbers Where Heav'ns and Nature's secret works they sing Free from the powr of Fates eternall slumbers 32 True Poets right are like winde-Instruments Which full do sound emptie their noise surceases For with their Fury lasts their Excellence Their Muse is silent when their Fury ceases 33 Sith therfore Verses have from Heav'n their spring O rarest spirits how dare you damned scorners Profanely wrest against Heaven's glorious King These sacred gifts given for your lives adorners 34 Shall your ingratefull Penns be alwayes waiting As Seruants to the Flesh and slaues to Sin Wil you your Volumes evermore be fraighting With Dreams and Fables idle Fame to win 35 Still will you fill the World with Loue-sick groans Still will you fawn on Fools and flatter Euill Still will you parbreak loathsom passions Still will you make an Angell of a Diuell 36 Still will you comment on this common Storie And Spider-like weaue idle Webs of folly O! shall we neuer hear you sing the glory Of God the great the good the iust the holy 37 Is' t not enough that in Your soules yee feel Your Paphian Fire but every Brothel-Lover T' inchaunt the wanton with his wanton stile Must Strumpet-like his lust full flame discover 38 Is' t not enough that you your selues do wallow In foul delights but that you must intice Your heed-less Readers your loose Race to follow And so for Vertue make them fall to Uice 39 Tunes Notes and Numbers whence we do transfer Th' harmonious powr that makes our Verse so pleasing The sternest Catoes are of force to stir Mans noblest spirits with gentle Fury seazing 40 And as a Seal printeth in wax almost Another Seal A learned Poet graveth So deep his passions in his Readers ghost That oft the Reader th' Authors form receiveth 41 For Verse's vertue slyding secretly By secret pipes through th' intellectuall Notions Of all that 's pourtraid artificially Imprinteth there both good and evill motions 42 Therfore did Plato from his None-Such banish Base Poëtasters that with vicious verse Corrupted manners making vertue vanish The wicked worse and even the good perverse 43 Not those that car'd to match their gracefull Phrazes To grave-sweet matters singing now the praise Of iustest Ioue anon from errors mazes Keeping th' vn-steady calling-back the strayes 44 O prophane Wrighters your lascivious Rime Makes our best Poëts to be basely deemed As Iugglers Iesters and the scum of Time Yea with the Vulgar less than these esteemed 45 You make chaste Clio a light wanton Minion Mount Helicon a Stews your ribaldrie Makes prudent Parents strict in their opinion To bar their Children reading Poëtry 46 But if you would yet'at the last inure-yee Your Gnidian Idols in the dust to trample And rouze the Genius of your sacred-Furie To shewe the World som holy Works example 47 All would admire your Rimes and doo you honour As Secretaries of the Heav'nly Court And Maiesty would make you waite vpon-her To manage Causes of the most import 48 The chain of Verse was at the first inuented To handle onely sacred mysteries With more respect and nothing else was chanted For long time after in such Poësies 46 So did my Dauid on the trembling strings Of his divine Harp onely sound his God So milde-soul'd Moses to lehouah sings Iacobs deliverance from th' Egyptian's Rod. 50 So Debora and Iudith in the Camp So Iob and Ieremy in cares oppressed In tune-ful Verses of a various stamp Their ioys and sighs divinely-sweet expressed 51 And therfore Satan who transforms him slily T' an Angel of the Light the more t' abuse In 's Oracles and Idols speaking wily Not common Prose but curious Verse did vse 52 So the fond Maid-Priests of Apollo sung His Oracles in sweet Hexameters With doubtfull Riddles from a double tongue To hap-less-hopefull conquered-Conquerers 53 So th' ancient voice in Dodon worshipped So Aesculapius Hamon and the fair And famous Sibyls spake and prophecied In Verse in Verse the Priest did make his prayer 54 So Orpheus Linus and Hesiodus Wher of the first charm'd stocks and stones they say In sacred Numbers dar'd to profit vs Their divine secrets of deep skill conuaigh 55 O! you that long so for the Laurel Crown Where 's possible a richer Theam to take Than his high praise who makes the Heav'ns go round The Mountains tremble and