ENGLAND'S Parnassus: OR The choicest Flowers of our modern Poets, with their poetical comparisons. Descriptions of beauties, Personages, Castles, palaces, mountains, groves, Seas, Springs, Rivers, etc. Whereunto are annexed other various discourses, both pleasant and profitable. NL printer's device of N. Ling Imprinted at London for N.L.C.B. and T.H. 1600. TO THE RIGHT worshipful, Sir Thomas Mounson, Knight. ENglish Maecenas, bounties elder brother, The spreading wing, whereby my fortune flies; Unto thy wit, and virtues, and none other, I consecrate these sacred Poesies. Which whilst they live, (as they must live for ever) Shall give thy honour life, and let men know, That those to secure virtue who persever, Shall conquer time, and Lethe's overflow. ●pickt these flowers of Learning from their stem, Whose heavenly Wits & golden Pens have chased Dull ignorance that long affronted them. In view of whose great glories thou art placed, That whilst their wisdoms in these writings flourish, Thy fame may live, whose wealth doth wisdom nourish. Your Worships humbly at command. R. A. To the Reader. I Hang no ivy out to sell my Wine, The Nectar of good wits will sell itself; I fear not, what detraction can define, I sail secure from envies storm or shelf. I set my picture out to each man's view, Limd with these colours, and so cunning arts, That like the phoenix will their age renew, And conquer envy by their good deserts. If any cobbler carp above his shoe, I rather pity, than repine his action, For ignorance still maketh much ado, And wisdom loves that, which offends detraction. Go fearless forth my book, hate cannot harm thee, Apollo bred thee, & the Muses arm thee. R. A. A Table of all the special matters contained in this book. A ALbion 348 Angels. Pag. 1.2 Ambition 3 Affliction 7. vid. poverty. Art 9 Audacity 8 Avarice 10 August 369 Autumnus 368 Apollo 372 Acheron 504 Assault 375 Adam 372 Astonishment 462.446 Astrology 345 Arithmetic 345 B Beauty. 13.385.465 Banishment 21 Bashfulness 21 Bliss 21 Bounty 23 Battle 345 Beasts 498.486 Birds 487 C CAre 24 Charity 25 Chastity 26 Children 28 Christ 28 Cyprus 353 Cynthia 355 Cupid 357 Ceremony 379 Ceston 407 Confusion of languages. 384 Clamour 457 Care of children 462 Change 29 Chance 30 Counsel 31 Combat 347 Concord 32 Conscience 33 Craft 36 Country. Commonweal. 37 Content 38 Court 41 Courtier effeminate 352 Courage 39.448 Courtesy 45.439 cruelty 46 Custom 47 Calm weather 359 Company 452 D DAlliance 423 Danger 47 Dearth 346 Death 49.453.445 Dread 49 Delay 54 Deluge 352 Desire 56 Destiny 57 Despair 60 Discord 64 Dissimulation 67.428 Division of the day natural. 324 Diliculum 326 Description of Mammo 256 Diana 555 Discontent 377 Doubt 381 Description of beauty and parsonage. 385 Descript. of Pall. Cast. etc. 466 Descrip. of seas, rivers, etc. 478 Drunkards 450.352 Devil 92 Disdain 345 E EArth. 68 End 68 Envy 70 Error 73.434 Eden 349 Egypt 349 Echo 503 Eagle 504.505 F FAith 75 Fame 75 Famine 85 Fate 86 Fear 88.431 Feeling 264 Fortitude 91 Felicity 93 Folly. fools 94 Fortune 96 Friendship. Friends 103 Frugality 106 Fury 107 Fight 454 Furies 502 Flight 433 Fishes 487 G Geometry 343 Gentleness 109 Gifts 108 Graces 496 Gentry 110 Gluttony 110 Good name 113 Goodness 113 God 114 Good deeds 120 Greatness 121 Gallicinium 325 H HAte 129 Hargabush 382 Heaven 125 Heart 128 Hearing 262 Haste 132 Horse 382 Hell 133 Honour 133 Hope 136 445 Humility 140 Hypocrisy 141 Heat 373 Host 376 Herbs 491 Harpies 352 Jerusalem 349 I IEalouzie 141 Intempestanox 337 Ignorance 146 Impatience 147 joy 458 Infamy 147 Ingratitude 147 innocency 148 Inconstancy 150 Ill company 450 Injustice 151 justice 152 january 368 july 370 K KIngs 155.451 Kingdoms 158 Knowledge 159 Kisses 344 L LAbour 161.460 Learning 162 Lechery 163 Laws 165 Liberty 166 463 Life 167 Love 170.429 Lovers 380 logistilla's Castle 466 Logic 342 M Magic 192 Man 193 Marriage 198 Malady 201 Misery 203 Melancholy 205 Miscellanea 496 Memory 205 Mercy 206 Mischief 206 Mind 208 Murder 210 Muses 211 Music 215.343 Mediae noctis inclinatio 324 Mane 327 Meridies 331 Morpheus 370 Multitude 464 Majesty 442 N NEpenthe 503 Nature 216 Nobility 217 Noctis initium 339.334 Noctis concubium 335 Neptune 371.372 Night 451 Nilus Nilus O OLd age 219 Opinion 221 Opportunity 222 Occasion. 222 P Passion 225 Parents 226 Palmer 352 Peace 227 Pleasure 229 Poesy 231 Poets 234 Poetical descriptions 340 Plenty 238 Policy 239.459 Poverty 241 Prayer 242 Praise 242 Providence 243 Pride 244 Paradise 354 Phoebus 372 Poetical comparisons 420 Phoenix 506 Princes 246 People 344 Proteus 371 Posterity 385 Proper epithets, etc. 482 Q Quietness 249 R Rage's 439 Reason 294 renown 381 Repentance 252 Rest 254 Revenge 254 Riches Rhetoric 345 Rainbow 353 Rome 373 S Sacrilege 258 Secrecy 259 Silence 259 Senses 260 Sight 260 Smelling 263 Sin 265 Slander 267 Solis ortus 330 Solis occasus 331 Spring 364 Sleep 269 Solitariness 270 Soldiers 271 Soul 271 Sorrow 278.424.426 Suspicion 281 Summer 368 Skirmish 376 Sorrows 424 Satyrs 489 T Tasting 26● Tears 281 Temperance 282 Thoughts 283 Thetis 371 Time 284 Truth 287 Theology 340 Treason 288 Trees 492 Tyranny 289 Thirst. 347.374 Tempests 35● V Vacation 379 Virtue 290 Vice 293 Victory 294 Understanding 295 Vows 295 Virginity 296 Victory 452 Use 297 Vesper. 333 Venus 356 W War 297.461 Will 301 Wit 304 Woe 306 Words 307 Womem 310 Wrath 316 World 318 Winds 349.493 Winter 367 Y Youth. 321. FINIS. Errata. Which for with 27. curse, curse 28. but will, but who will 50 frown, frowning 33. rhyme time 37. Stover Storer 38. Prophet's Prophet 57 shrid third 58. Title of envy left out 70. ardeus Arden's 78 evesit evexit 7●. angury augury 90 amists mists 90. brine bring 91. guilt gilded 92. aquersitie adversity 106. Basis Rasis 112. beine being 122. title of pain, 124. for 225. starry star 128. wear wears 136 toad trod 140, fierer feicer 105 seut set, 177 Dictynua Dictynna 181. for natures of magic 192. shoot-fire, shot free. Flow slow 233. flay stay 231. quiue●'s quire's 24●. presbitie presbitrie ●52. Infancy injury ibid. paron pardon 253 her hell 257. sosophist, sophist 28. art heart, 290 Fitz Griffon F●●z Jeffrey, 304 Murston Ma●ston 32●. harkenger harbinger. 326. cheering checkering 328. Soles solis 330. hunnid humid 334. nidnight midnight 338. dreadly deadly 338. grow grows 352. Camus Cadmus 468. twindring twining 480 Spanie spa 465. Gauges Ganges 486. Guylon Gyhon 493. Phyton Physon 493. Hector Nectar 493. neves done Nero's doom 494. THE choicest FLOWers of our modern English Poets. Angels. Fair is the heaven where happy souls have place, In full enjoyment of felicity, Whence they do still behold the glorious face Of the divine eternal majesty. More fair is that where those Idees on high Enraunged be, which Plato so admired, And pure intelligences from God inspired. Yet fairer is that heaven, in which do reign The sovereign powers and mighty Potentates, Which in their high protections do contain All mortal Princes and imperial states. And fairer yet, whereas the royal seats And heavenly Dominations are set: From whom all earthly governance is fet. Yet far more fair be those bright Cherubins Which all with golden wings are over dight, And those eternal burning Seraphins Which from their faces dart out fiery light. Yet fairer than they both, and much more bright Be th' Angels and Archangels, which attend On Gods own person, without rest or end. Ed. Spencer. The first composing of the number nine, Which of all numbers is the most divine, From orders of the Angels doth arise, Which be contained in three Hierarchies, And each of these three Hierarchies in three, The perfect form of true felicity: And of the Hierarchies I spoke of erst, The glorious Epiphania is the first, In which the high celestial orders been Of Thrones, of Cherubs, and of Seraphin: The second holds the mighty Principates The Ephionia, the third hierarchy With Virtues, Angels, and Archangels be. And thus by three we aptly do define, And do compose this sacred number nine: Yet each of these nine orders grounded be Upon some one particularity. M. Drayton. Out of the Hierarchies of angel's sheen, The gentle Gabriel God called from the rest: Twixt God and souls of men that righteous been. Ambassador he is for every blest. The just commands of heavens eternal king, Twixt skies and earth he up and down doth bring. Ed. Fairfax. Transl. Our walls of flesh that close our souls, God knew how weak, and gave A further guard, even every man, an angel guide to save: And men for us be angels, while they work our souls to save. W. Warner. — If Angels fight Weak men must fall, for heaven still guards the right. W. Shakespeare. Ambition. Ambition is a vulture vile, That feedeth on the heart of pride, And finds no rest when all is tried. For worlds cannot confine the one, Th'other lists and bounds hath none. And both subvert the mind, the state Procure destruction, envy, hate. S. Daniel. Ambition, fie upon thy painted cheek, (Woe worth the beauty sleeps not with the face) For thou art hateful, foul, unfair, unmeet: A poyson-painted pleasure▪ mads men chase. Thou reasonless desire that makes men seek To kiss the same, whilst fire doth thee embrace. Thou only strong disordered, rulest passion, Thou marst men's minds, and pu●st them out of fashion. I. Markham. The golden chain of Homer's high devise Ambition is, or cursed avarice: Which all gods haling being tied to Jove Him from his settled height could never move. Intending this, that though that powerful chain Of most Herculean vigour to constrain Men from true virtue, or their present states, Attempt a man, that manless changes hates: And is ennobled with a deathless love, Of things eternal dignified above: Nothing shall stir him from adorning still, This shape with virtue and his power with will. G. Chapman. — The greedy thirst of royal crown That knows no kindred, nor regards no right, Stirred Porrex up, to pluck his brother down: Who unto him assembling foreign might, Made war on him, and fell himself in fight: Whose death to avenge his mother merciless Most merciless of women, Eden hight: Her other son fast sleeping did oppress, And with most cruel hand him murdered pitiless. Ed. Spencer. A diadem once dazzling the eye, The day too dark, to see affinity: And where the arm is stretched to reach a crown, Friendship is broke, the dearest things thrown down. M. Drayton. — Realme-rape, spareth neither kin nor friend. I. Higgins. Mir. of Ma. Who fight for crowns, set life, set all to light, Who aim so high, will die, or hit the white. Doctor Lodge. One riseth by an others fall, and some do climb so fast, That in the clouds they do forget what climates they have passed W. Warner. The Eagle minded minds that nestle in the sun, Their lofty heads have leaden heels, and end where they begun. Idem. O, fatal is the ascent unto a crown, From whence men come not down, but tumble down S. Daniel. Like as the heaven two suns cannot contain, So in the earth two Kings cannot remain Of equal state: so doth Ambition crave, One King will not another equal have. Tho. Hudson. Transl. Whom so the minds unquiet state upheaves, Be it for love or fear; when fancy reaves Reason her right, by mocking of the wit, If once the cause of this affection flit, Reason prevailing on the unbridled thought, down falls he, who by fancy climbed aloft. I. H. M. of Magist. Desire of rule within a climbing breast To break a vow, may bear the buckler best. G. Gascoigne. In some courts shall you see Ambition Sat piecing Dedalus old waxed wings: But being clapped on and they about to fly, Even when their hopes are busied in the clouds They melt against the sun of majesty, And down they tumble to destruction. Tho. Dekkar. Better sit still men say then rise and fall. High state the bed wherein misfortune lies. Mars most unfriendly, when most kind he seems: Who climbeth high on earth, he hardest lights, And lowest falls attends the highest flights. Ed. Fairfax. Transl. As highest hills with tempest be most touched, And tops of trees most subject unto wind, And as great Towers with stone strongly couched, Have many falls when they be undermined, Even so by proof in worldly things we find, That such as climb the top of high degree, From fear of falling never can be free. I. H. M. of Magist. Ambition with the Eagle loves to build, Nor on the mountain dreads the winter blast: But with self soothing doth the humour gild With arguments, correcting what is past. Forecasting kingdoms, dangers unforecast: Leaving this poor word of content to such, Whose earthly spirits have not fiery tuch. M. Drayton. — The ambitious once enured to reign, Can never brook a private state again. S. Daniel. — Warlike Caesar tempted with the name Of this sweet Island never conquered, And envying the Britons blazed fame, (O hideous hunger of dominion) hither came. Ed. Spencer. — Ambition In princely palace and in stately towns, Doth often creep, and close within conuaies (To leave behind it) damage and decay: By it be love and amity destroyed. It breaks the laws, and common concord beats. Kingdoms and realms it topsie turuy turns. G. Gascoigne. Be not ambitiously a king, nor grudgingly decline, One God did root out Cis his stock, and raise up Jesse's line. W. Warner. The aspirer once attained unto the top, Cuts off those means by which himself got up. S. Daniel. Haughty Ambition makes a breach in hills, Runs dry by sea amongst the raging scills. Th. Hud. Affection. Affection is a coal that must be cooled, Else suffered, it will set the heart on fire, The fire hath bounds, but deep desire hath none. W. Shakespeare. Affection by the countenance is descri'de, The light of hidden fire itself discovers, And love that is concealed, betrays poor lovers. Th. Marlowe. — Most wretched man, That to affections doth the bridle lend, In their beginning they are weak and wan, But soon through sufferance grow to fearful end, Whilst they are weak, betime with them contend. For when they once to perfect strength do grow, Strong wars they make, and cruel battery bend, 'Gainst fort of reason, it to overthrow. Ed. Sp. Affliction. If so Affliction once her war begin, And threat the feeble sense with sword and fire, The mind contracts herself and shrinketh in, And to herself she gladly doth retire. As Spiders touched seek their webs in most part, As Bees in storms unto their hives return, As blood in danger gathers to the heart, As men seek towns when foes the country burne. I. davies. If aught can touch us aught, afflictions looks (Make us to look into ourselves so near) Teach us to know ourselves beyond all books, Or all the learned schools that ever were. Idem. This makes our senses quick and reason clear, Resolves our will and rectifies our thought: So do the winds and thunder cleanse the air, So working seas settle and purge the wine, So lopped and pruned trees do flourish fair. So doth the fire the drossy gold refine. I. davies. Audacity. What need we creep the cross to give unto a begging saint, Tush, tush, a fig for book love, none be fortunate, that faint. W. Warner. Things out of hope are compassed oft with venturing, Chief in love, whose leave exceeds commission: Affection faints not like a pale faced coward, But than woes best, when most his choice is froward. W. Shakespeare. Blushing and sighing Theseus never strove To woo and win Antiope his love. I. weever. — When all is done that do we may, Labour we sorrowing all the night, and suing all the day, The female faulty custom yields less merit, greatest pay: And venturous more than virtuous means doth bear the bell away. W. Warner. Art. Art hath a world of secrets in her powers. M. Drayton. Art curbeth nature, nature guildeth Art. I. Marston. Things senseless live by Art, and rational die, By rude contempt of Art and industry. G. Chapman. Art hath an enemy called ignorance. B. Johnson. Arts perish, wanting honour and applause. D. Lodge. — Art's best nurse is honours chaste desire, And glory sets all studious hearts on fire. Tho. Storer. Art must be won by art and not by might. S. I. Harr. Transl. Valour and Art are both the sons of Jove, Both brethren by the father not the mother: Both peers without compare, both live in love, But Art doth seem to be the elder brother, Because he first gave life unto the other. Who afterward gave life to him again, Thus each by other doth his life retain. Ch. Fitz. Jeffery. Art is nobilities true register, Nobility Arts champion still is said: Learning is fortitudes right calendar, And fortitude is learning's saint and aid, Thus if the balances twixt both bewaide, Honour shields Learning from all injury, And Learning honour from black infamy. Idem. Vain is the Art that seeks itself for to deceive. Ed. Spencer. Avarice. — Greedy avarice by him did ride, Upon a camel loaden all with gold, Two iron coffers hung on either side, With precious metal, full as they might hold: And in his lap a heap of coin he told, For of his wicked pelf his god he made, And unto hell, himself for money sold Accursed usury was all his trade, And right and wrong alike in equal balance weighed. Ed. Spencer. Forth of a desert would an ugly beast There seemed to come, whose shape was thus defined, Ears of an ass, a wolf in head and breast, A carcase all with pinching famine pined, A lions grisly jaw, but all the rest To foxlike shape did seem to be inclined, In England, France, in Italy and Spaeine, Yea all the world this monster seemed to rain, Where ere this cruel monster set his foot, He killed and spoiled of every sort and state: No height of birth or state with him did boot He conquered Kings and crowns all in like rate. Yea this beasts power had ta'en so deep a root, It entered in Christ's Vicars sacred gate, And vexed Cardinals and Bishops chief, And bred a scandal even in our belief. S. I. Harr. Python whom Phoebus killed with thousand darts, Was monster less than this by thousand parts. Idem. eriphila's armour. In vain it were for to declare in Verse, How sumptuously her armour all was wrought, All set with stones, and set with Indian Gold, Perfect for use, and pleasant to behold. Mounted she was, but not upon a steed, In stead whereof, she on a wolf did sit: A wolf whose match Apulia doth not breed, Taught to obey, although she used no bit. And all of sandy colour was her weed, Her arms were this, for such a Champion fit, An ugly toad was painted on her shield, With poison swollen, and in a sable field. Idem. — Avarice, all armed in hooking ●enters, All clad in bird-lime, without bridge she venter's, Through fell Charybdis and false Syrteses Nesse, The more her wealth, the more her wretchedness, Cruel, respectless, friendless, faithless else, Those foul base figures in each dunghill pool, Like Tantalus starved in the midst of store, Not that she hath, but what she wants she counts, A well-winged Bird, that never lofty mounts. I. Syluister. Transl. Regard of worldly muck doth foully blend, And low abase the high heroic spirit, That joys for crowns and kingdoms to contend. Ed. Spencer. We aged cark to live, and leave an overplus in store, Perhaps for spend-alls: so amidst abundance live we poor. W. Warner. Those which much covet, are with gain so fond, That what they have not that which they possess: They scatter and unloose from their bond. And so by hoping more, they have but less, Or gaining more, the profit of excess Is but to surfeit, and such griefs sustain, That they prove bankrupt in this poor rich vain. W. Shakespeare. Those that will all devour, must all forego. Tho. Dekkar. Content thee with unthreatned mean, & play not Aesop's dog The gold that gentle Bacchus gave, did greedy Midas clog: Commit not treasure with thy child to greedy minded men, Thou leavest Polydore a spoil to Polymnestor then. W. Warner. Beauty. — Sacred beauty is the fruit of sight, That courtesy that speaks before the tongue: The feast of souls, the glory of the light, Envy of age, and everlasting young: Pities commander, Cupid's richest throne, Music entraunced, never duly sung: The sum and court of all proportion. And that I may dull speeches lest afford, All Rhethorickes Flowers, in less than in a word. G. Chapman. — Beauty borne of heavenly race. Beauty (daughter of marvel) o see how Thou canst disgracing sorrows sweetly grace, What power thou show'st in a distressed brow, That makest affliction fair giv'st tears their grace. What? can untressed locks, can torn rend hair? A weeping eye, a wailing face be fair? I see then artless feature can content, And that true beauty needs no ornament. S. Daniel. — Beauty is the bait which with delight Doth man allure for to enlarge his kind, Beauty the burning lamp of heavens light, Darting her beams into each feeble mind, Against whose power, nor God nor man can find Defence, reward, the danger of the wound: ●ut being hurt, seek to be medicinde, Of her that first did stir that mortal wound. Ed. Spencer. — Beauty is woman's golden crown, Man's conqueress and feminine renown: ●ot joined with love, who dear yet ever sold it? ●or beauties cheap, except loves eye behold it. I. weever. — Beauty is an adamant to all. beauty, nature's juie-bush each passenger doth call. W. Warner. seldom wants guests where beauty bids the feast, ●ens eyes with wonders near are satisfied, At fairest signs best welcome is surmised, The shrine of love doth seldom offering want, Nor with such counsel, clients never scant. M. Drayton. All Orators are dumb where beauty pleadeth. W. Shakespeare. Beauty itself doth of itself persuade The eyes of men, without an Orator? What needeth then apologies be made, To set forth that which is so singular? Idem. Nought under heaven so strongly doth allure The sense of man, and all his mind possess, As beauties lovely bate that doth procure Great warriors oft their rigour to repress, And mighty hands forget their manliness. Driven with the power of an heart-robbing eye, And wrapped in flowers of a golden tress. That can with melting pleasance mollify, Their hardened hearts enured to blood and cruelty. Ed. Spencer. O how can beauty master the most strong, And simple truth subdue avenging wrong? Idem. No armour can be found that can defend, Transpercing rays of crystal pointed eyes. S. Daniel. Hard is that heart which beauty makes not soft. Ed. Fairfax. Transl. — Who so young that loves not? Or who so old that women's beauty moves not? W. weever. A spark of beauty burns a world of men. Idem. O what is beauty if it be not seen? Or what is't to be seen and not admired, And though admired, unless in love desired. Never were cheeks of Roses locks of Amber, Ordained to live imprisoned in a Chamber. S. Daniel. Nature created beauty for the view, (Like as the fire for heat, the Sun for light) The fair do ever hold this pledge as due, By ancient charter to live most in sight, As she that is debarred it, hath not right: In vain our friends from this do us dehort, For beauty will be where is most resort. Idem. All excellence of shape is made for sight, To be a beetle else were no defame: Hid beauties lose their ends, and wrong their right. G. Chapman. Heaven made beauty like herself to view, Not to be leapt up in a smoky mewe: A rosy tainted feature is heavens gold, Whilst all men joy to touch, all to behold. M. Drayton. The ripest corn dies if it be not reaped, Beauty alone is lost too early kept. Ch. Marlowe. It hath been through all ages ever seen, That with the praise of arms and chivalry, The praise of beauty still hath joined been, And that for reasons special privity, For either doth on other much rely, For he me seems most fittest is to serve, That can her best defend from villainy, And she most fit his service doth deserve, That fairest is, and from her faith doth never serve. Ed. Spencer. — Beauty is more bright and clear. The more it is admired of many a wight, And noblest she that served is of noble Knight. Idem. Rich beauty, that each lover labours for, Tempting as heaps of new coined glowing gold, (racked of some miserable treasurer,) Draws his desires, and them in chains enfold, Urging him still to tell it and conceal it: But beauties treasure never can be told, None can peculiar joy, yet all must steal it. O beauty, this same bloody siege of thine, Starves me that yield, and feeds me till I pine. G. Chapman. O beauty, still thy Empire swims in blood, And in thy peace, war stores himself with food. Idem. O beauty Siren fair enchanting good, Sweet silent rhetoric of persuading eyes: Dumb eloquence, whose power doth move the blood More than the works, or wisdom of the wise. Still harmony whose Diapazon lies Within a brow, the key which passions move To ravish the sense and play a world in love. S. Daniel. Beauty enchasing love, love gaining beauty, To such as conflict Sympathies enfold: To perfect riches doth a sounder duty Than all endeavours, for by all consent All wealth and wisdom rests in time content. More force and art is beauty joined with love, Then thrones with wisdom, joys of them composed, Are arms more proof 'gainst any grief we prove: Then all their virtue scorning misery, Or judgements grave in Stoic gravity. G. Chapman. Beauty a beggar, fieit is too bad When in itself sufficiency is had: It was not made to please the wandering eye, But an attire to adorn sweet modesty. If modesty and women once do sever, Farewell our fame, farewell our name for ever. M. Drayton. O beauty that betrays thyself to every amorous eye, To trap thy proud professors, what is it but wantoness try? Where through it seldom haps the fair from mean deceits to fly. W. Warner. This beauty fair, is an enchantment made By nature's witchcraft, tempting men to buy With endless shows, what endlessly will fade, Yet promise chapmen all eternity. But like to goods ill got a fault it hath, Brings men enriched therewith to beggary, Unless the enricher be as rich in faith Enamoured, (like god self-love) with her own Seen in an other then 'tis heaven alone. G. Chapman. — Beauty is a bane To such as feed their fancy with fond love, That when sweet youth with lust is overthrown, It rues in age. R. Greene. Where Venus strikes with beauty to the quick, It little veils safe reason to apply: Few are the cares for such as are love sick, But love. Idem. Truce, war, and woe, do wait at beauty's gate, Time lost, laments, reports and privy grudge: And last, fierce love is but a partial judge, Who yields for service shame, for friendship hate. D. Lodge. The bees of Hybla have besides sweet honey smarting stings, And beauty doth not want a bait that to repentance brings. W. Warner. — Fair colours soon soil, Things of best price are subject most to spoil. Ch. Middleton. The fairer cheek hath oftentimes a soul Leprous as sin itself, than hell more foul. Th. Dekkar. All men do err, because that men they be, And men with beauty blinded, cannot see. G. Peele. Beauty, heaven and earth this grace doth win, It supples rigour, and it lessons sin. G. Chapman. Nought is under heavens wide hollowness, That moves more dear compassion of mind: Then beauty to unworthy wretchedness Through envies snares, or fortunes freaks unkind. Ed. Spencer. — Nothing ill becomes the fair, But cruelty which yields unto no prayer. S. Daniel. Like as the Sun in a Diameter Fires and inflames objects removed far, And heateth kindly, shining laterally, So beauty sweetly quickens when 'tis nigh: But being separated and removed, Burns where it's cherished, murders where it loved. Ch. Marlowe. Simples fit beauty, fie on drugs and art. M. Drayton. — Fair words and powre-attractive beauty, Bring men to want on in subjective duty. I. weever. — Wayward Beauty doth not fancy move. A frown forbids, a smile engendereth love. Ed. Fairfax. Transl. — What else is form, but fading air? Yea oft, because assaulted of, it hurteth to be fair. W. Warner. Full soon the fairest face would cease from being such, If not preserved curiously from tendering more than much That wondrous pattern where soever it be Whether in earth laid up in secret store, Or else in heaven that no man may it see With sinful eyes, for fear it to deflore: Is perfect beauty which all men adore. Whose face and feature doth so far excel All mortal sense, that none the same may tell. Ed. Spencer. O beauty, how attractive is thy power? For as the lives heat clings about the heart, So all men's hungry eyes do haunt thy bower: Reigning in Greece, Troy swum to thee in art. Removed to Troy, Greece followed thee in fears, Thou drewest each syrelesse sword, each childless dart And puldst the Towers of Troy about thine ears. G. Chapman. Variety of Beauties. The harbingers of lust his amorous eyes did walk, More clogged with change of Beauties than K. Midas once wit● gold Now this, now that, and one by one he did them all behold. This seemed fair, & that as fair, and letting either pass, A third he thought a proper girl, a fourth, a pleasant lass. Lovely the fift, lively the sixth, the seventh a lovely wench, The eight of sweet complexion, to the ninth he altereth thē●● That mildly seemed majestical, tenth modest looks & tongue The eleventh could sweetly entertain, the twelft was fresh & young The next a gay brownetta, next admired & young. And every feature so enticed his intricate affection, As liking, all alike, he loved confounded in election. W. Warner. Banishment. No Banishment can be to him assigned, Who doth retain a true resolved mind. M. Drayton. ●n exile, every man or bond or free Of noble race, or meaner parentage: ●s not in this unlike unto the slave That must of force obey to each man's will, And praise the peevishness of each man's pride. G. Gascoigne. Transl. Bashfulness. — So respected Was bashfulness in Athens it erected To chaste Agneia, which is shamefastness A sacred temple, holding her a goddess. G. Chapman. Preferment seldom graceth bashfulness. Idem. Let soberness be still thy wisdoms end, Admitting what thou canst not comprehend. I. Sylvester. Transl. Bliss. These days example hath deep written here Deep written in my heart with iron pen, That bliss may not abide in state of mortal men. Ed. Spencer. Doth sorrow fret thy soul? O direful spirit, Doth pleasure feed thy heart? O blessed man. Hast thou been happy once? O heavy plight. Are thy mishaps forepast? O happy than: Or hast thou bliss in eld? O bliss too late: But hast thou bliss in youth? O sweet estate. E. of O. — Hard it is To imitate a false and forged bliss, Ill may a sad mind forge a merry face, Nor hath constrained laughter any grace. G. Chapman. — Bliss not in height doth dwell. Idem. — Quiet bliss in no state lasteth long. Assailed still by mischief many ways, Whose spoiling battery glowing hot and strong, No flowing wealth, no force nor wisdom stays. Her smoakelesse powder, beaten soldiers slays. By open force, foul mischief oft prevails: By secret sleight, she sild her purpose fails. I. H. of Magist. Blessed the man that well can use his bliss. Ed. Spencer. We think no greater bliss, than such to be, as be we would, When blessed none, but such as be, the same, as be they should▪ W. Warner. Our bliss consists not in possessions, But in commanding our affections. In virtues choice, and vices needful chase, Far from our hearts for staining of our face. Tho. Kid. Bounty. O sacred bounty, mother of content, Prop of renown, nourisher of Arts: The crown of hope, the root of good event, The trump of fame, the joy of noble hearts, Grace of the heavens, divinity in nature, Whose excellence doth so adorn the creature, M. Drayton. — On the other part was to be viewed His virtues, each one by itself distinct, Prudence and temperance,, and Fortitude, And justice, and a fift unto these linked So nigh, that who with it is not endued? The rest may seem blotted, or quite extinct, Bounty, employed in giving and in spending, A special grace to all the other lending. S. I. Harr. Transl. Augustus Caesar was not such a Saint, As Virgil maketh him by his description, His love of learning scuseth that complaint, That men might justly make of his proscription● Neither the shame that Nero's name doth taint, Confirmed now by a thousand years prescription, Be e'en as it is, if he had had the wit, To have been frank to such as Poems writ, Idem. — This reason is the chief, That wits decay because they want their hire, For where no succour is, nor no relief, The very beasts will from such place retire. Idem. — He is mad and worse, That plays the niggard with a Prince's purse. M. Drayton. Care. — Another shape appears Of greedy Care still brushing up the knees, His knuckles knobd, his flesh deep dented in: With tawed hands, and hardy tanned skin, The morrow grey no sooner hath begun To spread his light, even peeping in our eyes, When he is up and to his work yrunne, But let the night's black misty mantles rise, And with foul dark never so much disguise The fair bright day, yet ceaseth he no where, But hath his candles to prolong his toil. M. Sackuill. Rude was his garment, and to rags all rent, No better had he, ne for better card: With blistered hands among the cinders brent, And fingers filthy, with long nails unpared, Right for to rend the food on which he fared. His name was Care; a black Smyth by his trade: That neither day nor night from working spared. But to small purpose iron wedges made, Those be unquiet thoughts, that woeful minds invade. Ed. Spencer. Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where Care lodges, sleep will never lie: But where unbruised youth with unstuft brain Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth rain. W. Shakespeare. Care and suspicion are fair beauties dower. M. Drayton. Care the consuming canker of the mind, The discord that disorders sweetheart's tune, Th'abortive bastard of a coward mind, The lightfoot lackey that runs post by death, Bearing the letters which contain our end: The busy advocate that sells his breath, Denouncing worst to him is most his friend, H. Constable. Charity. ●he was a woman in the freshest age, Of wondrous beauty, and of bowntie rare, With goodly grace, and comely parsonage, That was on earth not easy to compare, ●ull of great love; But Cupid's wanton snare As hell she hated, chaste in work and will, Her neck and breast were ever open bare, That aye thereof her babes might suck their fill, The rest was all in yellow robes arrayed still. A multitude of babes about her hung, Playing their sports that joyed her to behold, Whom still she fed, while they were weak and young, But thrust them forth still as they waxed old, And on her head she wore a tire of gold: Adorned with Gems and ouches wondrous fair, Whose passing price uneath was to be told, And by her side there sat a gentle pair Of turtle-doves, she sitting in an ivory chair, Ed. Spencer. Due charity in loving doth prefer, Her neighbours good, fore her utility. I. Syluister. Transl. Who may but will not help, doth hurt we know, and curious they, That dribbling alms by art, disband well meant from well done pay, And he that questions distress and doth not help endeavour, Then he that sees & nothing says, or cares is less deceavour▪ W. Warner. It is a work of charity God knows, The reconcilement of two mortal foes. Ch. Middleton. — Charity brings forrh but barren seeds, And hatred still is sown in so great store, That when the fruits of both came to be reaped, The tone is scarce, the t'other overheaped. S. I. Harr. Chastity. O chastity the chief of heavenly lights, Which makest us most immortal shape to wear●, S. Ph. Sidney. — Chastities attire, The unstained vail which innocents adorn, Th'ungathered rose defended with the thorn. S. Daniel. O charity, the gift of blessed souls, Comfort in death, a crown unto the life: Which all the passions of the mind controls, Adorns the maid, and bewtifies the wife, That grace, the which nor death, nor time attaints. Of earthly creatures making heavenly Saints. M. Drayton. — A Woman cannot take upon her, With beauty, riches, nor with high nobility, To claim the true deserved praise of honour, If chastity do fail by her fragility, This is the virtue that defends her honour. S, I. Harrington. Who doth desire that chaste his wife should be, First be he true, for truth doth truth deserve, Then he be such as he his words may see, And always one credit, which her preserve Not toying kind, nor causelessly unkind. Not stirring thoughts, nor yet denying right, Not spying faults, nor in plain errors blind, Never ●ard hand, nor ever rains to light, As far from want, as far from vain expense: Th'one doth enforce, th'other doth entice, All own good company, but drive from thence All filthy mouths that glory in their vice. This done, thou hast no more, but leave the rest To nature, fortune, time, and woman's breast. S. Ph. Sidney. Penelope in spending chaste her days, As worthy as Ulysses was of praise. S. I. Harrington. Of Christ. The brooser of the serpent's head, the woman's promised seed The second in the trinity, the food our souls to feed. The vine the light, the door the way, the shepherd of us all, Whose manhood joined to deity, did ransom us from thrall That was and is, and evermore will be the same to his, That sleeps to none, that wakes to him, that turns our curse to bliss, Whom yet unseen the patriarchs saw, the Prophets had foretold The Apostles preached, the Saints adored, & Martyrs do behold The same (Augustus Emperor) in Palestine was born Amongst his own, & yet his own did curse their bliss in scorn, W. Warner. Augustus' quailing Anthony, was Emperor alone, In whose unfoed monarchy our common health was known The bruizer of the serpent's head, the woman's promised seed The second in the trinity, the food our souls to feed. The vine the light, the door the way, the shepherd of us all, The same (Augustus Emperor) in Palestine was borne, Amongst his own, & yet his own did curse their bliss in scorn Idem. Children. Riches of children pass a prince's throne, Which touch the father's heart with secret joy. When without shame he saith, these be mine own. S. Ph. Sidney. This pattern good or ill our children get, For what they see, their parent's love or hate, Their first caught sense prefers to teacher's blows, The cockering cockered, we bewail too late, When that we see our offspring gaily bend, Women manwood, and men effeminate. Idem. — What children apprehend, The same they like, they follow and amend. D. Lodge. There is no love may be compa'rd to that, The tender mother bears unto the child, For even so much the root it doth increase, As their grief grows, our contentation cease. G. Gas. Change. All is but feigned, and which oaker died, That every shower will wash and wipe away, All things do change that under heaven abide, And after death, all friendship doth decay, Therefore what ever man bearest worldly sway Living, on God and on thyself rely, For when thou diest, all shall with thee die. Ed. Spencer. All suffer change, ourselves new borne even then begin to die. W. Warner. — The ever changing course of things, Run a perpetual circle, ever turning. S. Dan. Change lives not long, time fainteth, and time mourns, Solace and sorrow have their certain turns. M. Drayton. All change is perilous, and all chance unsound. Ed. Spencer. — Seldom change the better brought, Content who lives with tried state, Need fear no change of frowning Fate: But will seek for unknown gain, Oft lives by loss, and leaves with pain. Idem. What doth remain to man that can continue long? What sun canshine so clear, but clouds may rise among? G. Gascoigne. No flower is so fresh, but frost can it deface, No man so snre in any seat, but he may lose his place Idem. Most true it is, as we do daily prove. No good nor ill, can stand still at one stay. S. I. Harrington. The man that of himself is most secure, Shall find himself most fickle and unsure. Ed. Spencer. Men change the air, but seldom change their care. M. Drayton. Chance. What should we think of signs? they are but haps, How may they then be signs of afterclaps? Doth every chance foreshow, or cause some other? Or ending of itself, extend no further? As th'overflowing flood some mount doth choke, But to his guide, some other flood it yoke, So if that signs thy sins once join, beware Else-whereto chances tend do never care. M. of M. True it is if fortune light by chance, There fortune helps the boldest to advance. G. Gascoigne. Counsel. Sacred counsel, true heart suppling balm, Soule-curing plaster, true preserving bliss, Water of life in every sudden qualm, The heavens rich storehouse, where all treasure is. True guide, by whom foul errors due we miss, Night burning-beacon watch, against mishaps, Foresight, avoiding many after claps, M. Drayton. — Every straw proves fuel to the fire, When counsel doth concur with our desire. Idem. What eld hath tried and seen good counsel is. D. Lodge. — Counsel still is one. When fathers, friends, and worldly goods are gone. Idem. Counsel that comes when ill hath done his worst, Blesseth our ill, but makes our good accursed. M. Drayton. Vain sounds of pleasure we delight to hear▪ But counsel jars as discord in our ear. Idem. A King that aims his neighbour's crown to win, Before the fruit of open wars begin, Corrupts his counsel, with rich recompenses, For in good counsel stands the strength of Princes. I. Syl. Transl. A kingdoms greatness hardly can he sway, That wholesome counsel did not first obey. M. Dr. Even as by culling fruitful Vines increase, So faithful counsels work a Prince's peace. D. Lodge. Concord. — Concord, Mother of blessed peace and friendship true, They both her twins, both borne of heavenly seed, The which her words divine right well do show, For strength and wealth, and happiness she lends, And strife, and war and anger does subdue, Of little, much, of foes she maketh friends, And to afflicted minds, sweet rest and quiet sends. Ed. Spencer. The richest jewel of all heavenly treasure, That ever yet unto the earth was shown, Is perfect Concord, th'only perfect pleasure, That wretched earthborn men have ever known▪ For many hearts it doth compound in one, That what so one doth, will, or speak, or do, With one consent, they all agree there too. I. davies. By her the heaven is in his course contained, And all the world in state unmoved stands: As their almighty maker first ordained, And bound them with inviolable bands, Else would the waters overflow the lands, And fire devour the water, and hell them quite, But she them holds with her all-blessed hands, She is the nurse of pleasure and delight And unto Prince's grace the gates doth open right. Ed. Spencer. O blessed concord bred in secret breast Of him that guides the restless rolling sky: That to the earth for man's assured rest, From height of heavens vouchsafest once to fly: In thee alone the mighty power doth lie. With sweet accord to keep the frown stars, And every Planet else from hurtful wars. G. Gascoigne. Transl. When tract of time returns the lusty Ver, By thee alone the buds and blossoms spring: The fields with flowers be garnished every where, The blooming trees abundant leaves do bring, The cheerful birds melodiously do sing. Thou dost appoint the crop of summers seed For man's relief, to serve his winter need. Idem. Conscience. — Within the ports and jaws of hell, Sat deep remorse of Conscience, all besprent With tears: and to herself oft would she tell Her wretchedness, and cursing never stint To sob and sigh, but ever thus lament With thoughtful care, as she that all in vain Would were and waste continually in pain: Her eyes unsteadfast rolling in her head: Whurld on each place, as place that vengeance brought, So was her mind continually in fear, Tossed and tormented with tedious thought Of those detested crimes which she had wrought. With dreadful looks and cheer thrown to the sky, Wishing for death, and yet she could not die. M. Sackuill. So gnaws the grief of Conscience evermore, And in the heart it is so deeply grave That they may neither sleep nor rest therefore: Ne think one thought, but on the dread they have, Sill to the death sore tosled with the wave Of restless woe, in terror and despair They lead a life continually in fear. Idem. The fear of Conscience entereth iron walls. M. Drayton. No armour proof against the Conscience terror. Idem. A guilty conscience never is secure, Idem. No means at all to hide Man from himself can find No way to start aside, Out from the hell of mind, But in himself confined, He still sees sin before, And winged footed pain That swiftly comes behind The which is evermore The sure and certain gain Impiety doth get, And wanton boast respect, That doth himself forget. S. Daniel. Like to the dear that stricken with the dart Withdraws himself into some secret place, And feeling grief the wound about his heart, Startles with pangs till he fall on the grass, And in great fear lies gasping there a space. Forth braying sighs, as though each pang had brought The present death which he doth dread so oft. So we deep wounded with the bloody thought And gnawing worm that grieved our conscience so, Never took ease but as our heart out brought: The strained sighs in witness of our wo. Such restless cares our fault do well be know, Wherewith with our deserved fall, the fears, In every place rang death within our ears. M. Sackuill. — Lose Conscience is free From all Conscience what else hath liberty: As't pleased the Thracian Boreas to blow, So turns our weary Conscience too and fro. I. Marston. Kings but the Conscience all things can defend. M. Drayton. When as thou feelest thy conscience touched with grief, Thyself pursues thyself, both robbed, and thief. Idem. — Many with the Conscience of the crime ●n colder blood will curse what they designed: And bad success upbraiding their ill fact, Draws them, that others draw from such an act. S. Daniel. Craft. Deceit. Fraud. What man so wise, what earthly wit so aware, As to descry the crafty cunning train By which Deceit doth mask in vizard fair: And cast her colours died deep in grain, To seem like truth, whose shape she well can feign, And fitting gestures to her purpose frame, The guiltless mind with guile to entertain. Ed. Spencer. Fraud showed in comely clothes a lovely look, An humble cast of eye, a sober pace: And so sweet speech, a man might her have took For him that said hail Mary full of grace: But all the rest deformedly did look, As full of filthiness and foul disgrace: Hid under long large garments that she ware, Under the which, a poisoned knife she bore. S. I. H. Oft Craft can cause the man to make a seeming show Of heart, with dolour all distained, where grief doth neue● grow▪ S. T. B. — Craft wrapped still in many comberments, With all her cunning thrives not though it speed. S. Daniel. Craft finds a key to open every door. M. Dr. Conquest. Who hopes a conquest, leaves no conquest sought. M. Drayton. 'tis much to conquer, but to keep possession Is full as much, and if it be not more. I. Sylvester. tran● To win the field against our armed foes, Is counted honourable any ways, Whether it be with policy or blows: Yet bloody conquenst stains the captains praise. But chiefest honour doth belong to those Whom fortune to such height of hap doth raise, To have their foes suppressed and overthrown, With little loss and daring of their own. S. I. Harr. Transl. Whereas proud conquest keepeth all in awe, Kings oft are forced in servile yokes to draw. M. Drayton. Country, commonweal. We must affect our Country as our parents, And if at any time we alienate Our love or industry from doing it honour, It must respect effects and touch the soul, Matter of conscience and religion, And not desire of rule or benefit. G. Peele. Necessity enforceth every wight, To love his native seat with all his might. A happy quarrel is it and a good, For country's cause to spend our dearest blood. G. Gascoigne. That public weal must needs to ruin go, Where private profit is preferred so. G. Geffrayes. Home though it homely be, yet is sweet, And native soil is best. S. I. Harr. If so the temperature of commonweal Be guided by the course of heavenly powers, Such as in deep affairs will justly deal, Must have an eye to those eternal bowers, And by their view direct this state of ours. Then how can he a perfect states man prove, That knows not how celestial bodies move? Th. Stover. — The love That men their country and their birthright bear, Exceeds all love, and dearer is by far: Our country's love, them friends or children are. T. Kyd. Content. All wealth and wisdom rests in true Content. Contentment is our heaven, and all our deeds Bound in that circle, seld or never closed. G. Chapman. Who seeks to have the thing we call enough, Acquaint himself with Contentation: For plenteousness is but a naked name: And what sufficeth use of mortal men, Shall best apay the mean and modest hearts. G. Gascoigne. The noblest mind the best contentment hath. Ed. Spencer. High climbing wits do catch a sudden fall, With none of these Content doth dwell withal. D. Lodge. Content feeds not on glory nor on pelf. Content can be contented with herself. Th. Bastard. Content is worth a monarchy, and mischief hits the high. W. Warner. Who so contented lives, is happy wise. D. Lodge. Inconstant change such tickle turns hath lent, As who so fears to fall, must seek Content. Deprive the world of perfect discontent. All glories end, true honour straight is stained: And life itself in errors course is spent. All toil doth sort but to a sorry end, For through mislikes each learns for to amend. D. Lodge. He only lives most happily That's free and far from majesty: Can live content, although unknown: He fearing none, none fearing him: Meddling with nothing but his own, While gazing eyes at crowns grow dim. Th. Kyd. Courage. — To Courage great It is no less beseeming well to bear, The storm of fortune's frown, or heavens threat, Then in the sunshine of her countenance clear, Timely to joy and carry comely cheer. Ed. Spencer. High Courage with true wisdom ever backed, Wins perfect fame. Th. Lodge. Near was there ever noble courage seen, That in advantage would his puissance boast, Honour is least where odds appeareth most. Ed. Spencer. Where is no courage, there is no ruth nor moan. Idem. Good heart in ill, doth th' evil much amend. Idem. Courage imboldneth wit, wit courage arms. M. Drayton. They make their fortune who are stout and wise, Wit rules the heavens, discretion guides the skies. Ed. Fairfax. Transl. Action is fiery valour's sovereigning good. G. Chapman. No foot to foe Repining courage yields. Ed. Spencer. Then are the valiant who more vain, than cowards who more wise, Not men that travel Pegasus, but fortunes fools do rise? W Warner. Be valiant, not too venturous, but fight to fight again, Even Hercules did hold it odds, for one to strive with twain. Idem. Might wanting measure, moveth surquedry. Ed. Spencer. — More is he that ventureth for more, Than who fights but for what he had before. S. Daniel. — Valour mixed with fear, boldeneth dread, May march more circumspect with better heed. Idem. Valour in greatest dangers shows most bright. As full-faced Phoebe in the darkest night. Ch. Fitz Geffrey. The Spartans once exiled Archilochus, The Author of Lycambes tragedy, Because he said it was commodious, Rather to cast away his shield and fly, Then boldly to resist, and bravely die. Idem. Court. The Prince's Court is mansion of the wise. Figure of heaven, fair fountain of delights, Theatre of honours, earthly paradise, Sudden advancer, sphere of purest light, The lively Vatican of beauties bright. Thither let Phoebus' progeny resort, Where shines their father, but in Jove's great Court? Th. Storer. — This is ever proper unto Courts, That nothing can be done but fame reports. S. Daniel. To censure is the subject of the Court, From thence fame carries, thither fame doth bring, There too each word, a thousand echoes ring, A lottery, where most lose, but few do win. M. Drayton. Nothing in Court is done without a fee, The Courtier needs must recompensed be. E. Sp. Most miserable man, whom wicked fate Hath brought to Court to sue for, had I witted, That few hath found, but many one hath missed. Idem. — The Court is counted Venus' net, Where gifts and vows, forestalls are often set: None be so chaste as Vesta, but shall mere, A courteous tongue, to charm her eats with sweet. R. Greene. — The Court hath much of vanity and painful ease. W. Warner. — The Court is now become a skittish colt, Of wise men hardlier man aged then of the glorious dolt, Idem. These all deformities in form in some one man we see, More guarded then regarded, frank not to continue free, When as the merchant's book, the map of all his wealth shallbe. Idem. Sometimes the courts of kings were virtuous schools, Now find we nought in Court, but curious fools. O you whose noble hearts cannot accord, To be the the slaves to an infamous Lord, And knows not how to mix with perilous art, The deadly poison with the amorous dart, Whose natures being found, wills no constraint, Nor will your face with flattering pencil paint. For we'll nor woe, for pity nor for hire, Of good my Lords their favours to require, Go not to Court, if ye will me believe, For in that place where ye think to relieve: The honour due for virtue ye shall find, Nought but contempt which leaves good men behind. Th. Hudson. Transl. The wanton luxury of Court, Doth form the people of like sort. S. Daniel. Ye worthy dames that in your breasts do bear, Of your all-seeing god, no servile fear: Ye that of honour have a greater care, Then sights of Courts, I pray you come not there, Let them that in their purse have not a mite, Clothe them like Kings, and play the Hypocrite, And with a lying tale and feigned cheer, Court-coozen them whom they would see on bear, Let there the pander sell his wife for gain, With service vile, his noblesse to attain: Let him that serves the time, change his intent, With faith unconstant sail at every vent. Th. Hudsrn. Transl. The Court was never barren yet of those Which could with subtle train, and hard advise, Work on the Prince's weakness and dispose, Of feeble frailty easiest to entice. S. Daniel. Golden cups do harbour poison, And the greatest pomp dissembling, Court of seasoned words hath foison Treason haunts in most dissembling. D. Lodge. Ye fearful wits, ye imps of Achelous, Which wracks the wisest youth with charming voice, Ye Circe's, who by your enchantment strange, In stones and swine, your lovers true do change: Ye Stymphalids, who with your youth uptakes, Ye ravens that from us our riches takes. Ye who with riches, art, and painted face, For Priam's wife puts Castor's sister in place. Ye Myrrhaes, Canaces, and Semyrames, And if there were yet more defamed dames, Come all to Court, and there ye shall receive A thousand gains, unmeet for you to have, There shall you see the gifts of great provinces, There shall you see the grace of graceless Princes. Th. Hudson. Transl. Courtiers as the tide do rise and fall. Ed. Spencer. — It doth not sit With courtier's majesty to be reputed Too learned, too grave, too fine, or too conceited. Thomas Stover. Who full of wealth and honour's blandishment, Among great Lords his younger years hath spent, And quaffing deeply of the Court delights, Used nought but tilts, armours, and masks, and sights, If in his age his Princes angry doom, With deep disgrace, deign him to live at home In homely cottage, where continually The bitter smoke exhales abundantly, From his before unsorrowe-drained brain, The brackish vapours of a silver rain, Where usher less both day and night the North, South East, and West winds enter and go forth. Where round about the lower roofte-broke walls, In stead of Arras, hang with Spider calls: Where all at once he reacheth as he stands, With brows the roof, both walls with both his hands. He weeps and sighs, and shunning comforts aye, Wisheth pale death a thousand times a day, And yet at length falling to work, is glad To bite a brown crust that the mouse hath had, And in a dish, in stead of Plate or glass, Sups oaten drink, in stead of Hypocrasse. I. Syluister. Courtesy. Of Court it seems, men courtesy do call, For that it there most useth to abound, And well beseemeth that in Prince's hall, That virtue should be plentifully found. Which of all goodly manners is the ground, And root of civil conversation. Ed. Spencer. 'mongst virtues all grows not a fairer flower, Then is the bloom of comely courtesy, Which though it on a lowly stalk do bower, Yet brancheth forth in brave nobility, And spreads itself through all civility: Of which though present age do plenteous seem, Yet being matched with plain antiquity, Ye will them all but feigned shows esteem, Which carry colours fair, which feeble eyes misdeem. Idem. — In the trial of true courtesy, It's now so far from that which once it was, That it indeed is nought but forgery, Fashioned to please the eyes of them that pass, Which see not perfect things but in a glass, Yet is that glass so gay, it cannot blind The wisest sight, to think that gold is brass. But virtues seat is deep within the mind, And not in outward show, but inward thoughts defined. Idem. — This noble virtue and divine, Doth chief make a man so rare and odd, As in that one, they most resemble God. S. I. Harr. Transl. — Courteous speech usage mild and kind, Wipes malice out of every noble mind. S. I. Harrington. — Courtesy ofttimes in simple bowers, Is found as great, as in the stately towers. Idem. 'tis meet a gentle heart should ever show By courtesy, the fruits of true gentility, Which will by practice, to an habit grow, And make men do the same with great facility. Likewise, the dunghill-blood a man shall know By churlish parts, and acts of incivility, Whose nature apt to take each lewd infection, Custom confirms, and makes ill in perfection. Idem. Cruelty. All lay on hands to punish cruelty. M. Drayton. — Cruel deeds can never scape the scourge Of open shame, or else some bloody death, Repentance self, that other sins may purge, Doth fly from this, so sore the soul it slayeth, Despair dissolves the cruel caitiffs breath, For vengeance due doth suddenly alight On cruel deeds, the mischief to requite. I. H. Mir. of M. Custom. Round headed custom th'apoplexy is, Of bedrid nature, and lives led amiss, And takes away all feeling of offence. G. Chapman. Custom abused brings virtue in disdain. Nature with custom joined, never fails But by herself, and herself prevails. D. Lodge. Whereas to nature, forward to retain, Lewd objects are annexed, and customs vain, The wounds grow desperate, and death doth ●nd, Before good counsel can the fault amend. Idem. Custom the world's judgement doth blind so far, That virtue is oft arraigned at vices bar. I. Syl. Transl. Danger. — Danger clothed in ragged weed, Made of bears skin, that him more dreadful, made, Yet his own face was dreadful, ne did need Strange horror to deform his grisly shade, A net in th'one hand, and a rusty blade ●n th'other was, this mischief, that mishap With th'one, his foes he threatened to invade, ●or whom he could not kill, he practised to entrap. Ed. Spencer. Danger hath honour, great designs their fame. S. Dan. The greatest dangers promise greatest bliss. M. Drayton. Danger deviseth shifts, wit waits on fear. W. Shakespeare. danger's the chiefest joy to happiness, And resolution honours fairest aim, Ch. Marlowe. The path is smooth that leadeth unto danger. W. Sh. When as we think we most in safety stand, The greatest danger then, is near at hand. M. Drayton. The danger hid, the place unknown and wild, Breeds dreadful doubts: oft fire is without smoke, And peril without show. Ed. Spencer. Ay, how many perils do enfold The righteous man, to make him daily fall: Were not that heavenvly grace did him behold, And steadfast truth acquit him out of all. Idem. A thousand perils lie in close await, About us daily to work our decay, That none except a god, or god his guide, May them avoid, or remedy provide. Idem. In peril, we do think ourselves most sure, And oft in death some men are most secure. No Danger but in high estate, none envies mean degre● W. Warner. — Dangerous things dissembled seldom are, Which many eyes attend with busy care. M. Drayton. The absent danger greater still appears, Less fears he, who is near the thing he fears. Most strong is he when dangers are at hand, That lives prepared ' their furies to withstand. Of common sense he is deprived clean, That falls with closed eyes on danger seen: And he that may both pain and hurt eschew, Is vain, if he his proper death pursue. S. Daniel. Dread. Next saw we Dread, all trembling how he shook, With foot uncertain proffered here and there: Benumbed of speech, and with a ghastly look, Searched every place, all pale and dead for fear: His cap borne up with staring of his hair. Stoynd and amazed at his own shade for dread, And feeling greater dangers than was need. M. Sackuill. — Coward Dread lacks order, fear wants art, Deaf to attend, commanded, or defirde. Ed. Fairfax. Transl. Death. — A dumb dead course we ●awe, Heavy and cold the shape of death aright, That daunts all earthly creatures to his laws Against whose force in vain it i● to fight, Ne peers, ne Princes, nor no mortal wight, No towns, ne realms, Cities ne strongest Tower, But all perforce must yield unto his power. His dart anon out of his corpses he took, And in his hand (a needful fight to see) With great triumph eftsoons the same he shook: That most of all my fears affrayed me, His body dight with nought but bones perdie. The naked shape of man there saw I plain, All save the flesh, the sinew, and the vain. M. Sackuill. Death is a port, whereby we pass to joy, Life is a lake, that drowneth all in pain: Death is so near it ceaseth all annoy. Life is so lewd, that all it yields is vain. And as by life to bondage man was brought, Even so likewise by death was freedom wrought. E. of Surrey. Nought is immortal underneath the Sun, All things are subject to death's tyranny: Both clowns & kings, one self-same course must run, And whatsoever lives is sure to die. Th. Kyd. Death's always ready, and our time is known To be at heavens dispose, and not our own. Idem. The bravest are as blossoms, and the longest liver dies: And dead, the loveliest creature as the lothsoms carrion lies. W. Warner. Our frailties done are written in the flowers, Which flourish now, and fade away ere many hours. S. Daniel. — All earthly things be borne To die the death, for nought long time may last: The sun his beauty yields to winter's blast. I. H. M. of Magist. Is't not gods deed what ever thing is done, In heaven and earth? Did not he all create To die again? all ends that was begun: Their times, in his eternal books of fate, Are written sure, and have their certain date. Who then can strive with strong necessity, That holds the world in his still changing state? Or shun the death ordained by destiny, When hour of death is come, let none ask whence or why. Ed. Spencer. — Death amongst all deals equally, For he's impartial, and with one self hand Cuts off both good and bad, none can withstand. Ch. Middleton. Death certain is to all the proverb saith: Uncertain is to all the hour of death. S. I. Harr. Transl. Pale fearful death with bloody dart doth strike, The wretched caitiff and the king alike. Untimely never comes the life's last mere, In cradle death may rightly claim his debt, Strait after birth, is due the fatal beer: By death's permission th'aged linger here. Even in the swath-bands our commission goeth, To lose thy breath, that yet but yoongly bleweth. I. H. Mir. of M. All music sleeps where death doth lead the dance. Ed. Spencer. Let nature for perfection mould a paragon each way, Yet death at last on finest lumps of living flesh will pray For nature never framed it, that never shall decay. W. Warner. — Fatal death the emperor of graves. I. Markham. Death is the key which unlocks misery, And lets them out to blessed liberty. M. Drayton. All is but lost that living we bestowed, If not well ended at our dying day. O man have mind of that last bitter rage, For as the tree doth fall, so lies it ever low: Ed. Spencer. No fear of death should force us to do ill. Th. Kyd. — When for fear of an ensuing ill We seek to shorten our appointed race, Then 'tis for fear that we ourselves do kill: So fond we are to fear the world's disgrace. Idem. Happy, thrice happy, who so lost his breath, That life he gaineth, by his godly death. Unwise and wretched men to weet what's good or ill, We deem of death as doom of ill desert: But know we fools what it us brings until: Die would we daily once it too expert. No danger there the shepherd can a start, Fair fields and pleasant fields there been, The fields aye fresh, the grass aye green. Ed. Spencer. — This same Which we call death, the souls release from woe, The work which bring our bliss to happy frame: Seldom arrests the body, but we find Some notice of it written in our mind. I. Markham. The worth of all men by their end esteem, And then due praise, or due reproach them yield. S. Spencer. — Death is an evil doom. To good and bad, the common inn of rest, But after death the trial is to come When best shall be to them that lived best, But both alike when death hath both suppressed. Religious reverence doth burial teen, Which who so wants, wants so much of his rest. For all so great shame after death I ween, As self to dien bad, unburied, bad to been. Ed. Spencer. — Beasts with careless steps to lethe go, Where men whose thoughts and honours climb on high, Living with fame, must learn with fame to die. D. Lodge. Death but an acted passion doth appear, Where truth gives courage and the conscience clear. M. Drayton. Who dies, the utmost dolour must abide: But who that lives, is left to wail his loss, So life is loss, and death felicity. Sad life worse than glad death, and greater cross To see friends grave, then dead, the grave self to engross. Ed. Spencer. — In wretches sudden death at once There longsome ill is buried with their bones. Th. Hudson. Transl. Death is to him that wretched life doth lead Both grace and gain; but he in hell doth lie That lives a loathed life, and wishing cannot die. Ed. Spencer. Death is most lovely sweet and amiable: But captived life for foulness admirable. I. Marston. — The tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony, Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain: For they breath truth, that breath their words in pain. He that no more must say, is lissened more, Then they whom youth & ease have taught to gloze: More are men's ends marked, than their lives before. The setting sun and music at the close, As the last taste of sweet is sweetest taste, Writ in remembrance more, than things long passed. W. Shakespeare. Delay. On the one side doubt, on the other sat delay, Behind the gate, that none her might espy; Whose manner was, all passengers to stay, And entertain with her occasions sly. Through which, some lost great hope unheedilie, Which never they recover might again: And others quite excluded forth did lie. Long languishing there, in unpitied pain, And seeking often entrance afterward in vain. Ed. Spencer. — Danger grows by lingering till the last, And physic hath no help when life is past. Th. Watson. — Oft things done, perhaps, do less annoy Than may the doing, handled with delay. S. Daniel. Delay in close await Caught hold on me, and thought my steps to stay, Feigning still, many a fond excuse, to prate: And time, to steal the treasure of man's day, Whose smallest minute lost, no riches render may. Ed. Spencer. — Times delay new hope of help still breeds. Idem. — Fearful tormenting Is leaden servitor, to dull delay. W. Shakespeare. He that will stop the brook must then begin When summers heat hath dried up the spring: And when his pittering streams are low and thin▪ For let the winter aid unto them bring, He grows to be of watery floods the king: And though you dam him up with lofty ranks, Yet will he quickly overflow his banks. R. Greene. Ill news deferring, is a plague as great as an ill news. Ab. France. Delay in love breeds doubts, but sharp denial death W. Shakespeare. — Intermission suffers men dispute, What dangers are, and cast with further care, Cold doubt cavils with honour, scorneth fame, And in the end fear weighs down faith with shame▪ S. Daniel. Where hearts be knit, what helps if not in joy? Delay breeds doubts, no cunning to be joy. M. D. Delight. In things without us, no Delight is sure G. Chapman. A sweet in shape is but a bad Delight. D. Lodge. Prosperity a flatterer is found, Delight is fearless till it feel the wound. M. D. Vid. Pleasure. Desire. — Desire, whom not the firmament, Nor air, nor earth, nor Ocean can content, Whose looks are hooks, whose bellies bottomless, Whose hands are gripes to scrape with greediness, Under whose command, She brings to field a rough unruly band, First, secret burning, mighty swollen ambition, Whom Epicurus many worlds suffice not, Whose furious thirst of proud aspiring dies not, Whose hands transported with fantastic passion, Bear painted steeples in imaginaton. I. Syluister. Transl. Amongst the most, the worst, we best can choose, 'tis easy to desire, but hard to use. M. Drayton. Desire hath philtre, which desire procure. Idem. If blind desire thy heart hath once embraced, Enthralled it is, and honour so defaced. . ˙. ˙ Desire with small encouraging grows bold. M. Drayton. What can be said that lovers cannot say? Desire can make a Doctor in a day. Idem. Things much retained, do make us much desire them, And beauties seldom seen, makes us admire them. Idem. Destiny. Sad Clotho held the rock, the whiles the third By grisly Lachesis, was spun with pain, That cruel Atropos eftsoones undid, With cursed knife cutting the twist in twain, Most wretched men, whose days dependonthrids so vain. E. of S. The holy Prophet brought Astolpho, where A palace (seldom seen by mortal men) Was placed, by which, a thick dark river ran, Each room therein was full of divers fleeces: Of wool, of Lint of wool, or else of Cotten, An aged woman spun the divers pieces. Whose look and hue did show her old and rotten, Nor much unlike unto that labour this is. By which in summer a new made silk is gotten, Where from the silkworms his fine garment taking, They reave him of the clothes of his own making. For first in one large room a woman span, Infinite thirds of divers stuff and hue, An other doth wi●h all the speed she can, With other stuff the distaff still renew: The third in feature like, and pale and wan, Severs the fair f●om foul, the old from new. Who be these here, the Duke demands his guide? These be the fatal sisters he replied: The Parca's that the third of life do spin To mortal men, hence death and nature, know When life must end, and when it must begin. Now she that doth divide them, and bestow The course from finer, and the thick from thin Works to that kind, that those which finest grow, For ornaments in paradise must dwell. The course are cursed, to be consumed in hell. Further, the Duke did in the place behold, That when the thirds were spent that had been spun Theit names in brass, in silver, and in gold Were wrote, and so into great heaps were done. From which, a man that seemed wondrous old With whole loads of those names away did run, And turned again as fast, the way he went, Nor never weary was, nor never spent. This aged man did hold his pace so swift, As though to run, he had been only borne, And in the lappet of his cloak were borne The names, etc. This was time. An heap of names within his cloak he bore, And in the river did them all unlade: Or to say truth, away he cast them all, Into this stream, which Lethe we do call. S. I. Harr. Transl. Vide. Fame. — You sad daughters of the quiet night, Which in your private resolution wright, What hath, or shall upon our fortune's light, Whose stories none may see, much less recite; You rulers of the Gods. I. Markham. down in the bottom of the deep abyss, Where Demogorgon in dull darkness p●nt, Far from the view of Gods, or heavens bliss, The hideous Chaos, there dreadful dwelling is. Ed. Spencer. What man can turn the stream of destiny? Or break the chain of strong necessity? Which fast is tied to Jones eternal seat? Idem. — What shallbe shall. There is no choice, Things needs must drive as destiny decreeth: For which we ought in all our haps rejoice, Because the eye eternal, things foreseeth: Which to no ill at any time agreeth, For ills, too ill to us, be good to it, So far his skill exceeds, our reach of wit. I. H. Mir. of M. Woe worth the wight that strives with God's foresight They are not wise, but wickedly do err, Which think ill deeds due destinies may bar. Idem. No humble speech nor moan, may move the fixed stint. Of destiny or death: such is the will that paints The earth with colours fresh, the darkish skies with store Of Starry light. Ed. Spencer. Walls may a while keep out an enemy, But never castle kept out destiny. M. Drayton. — Who can deceive his destiny? Or ween by warning to avoid his fate? That when he sleeps in most security, And safest seems, him soon doth amate, And findeth due effect, or soon, or late, So feeble is the power of fleshly arm. Ed. Spencer. — That which Jove and destiny have done, Men may lament, but never disannul. Ch. Fitz. vide fate. Despair. Ere long they came where that same wicked wight His dwelling has, low in a hollow cave, far underneath a craggy cleft upright, Dark, doleful, dreary, like a dreary grave, That still for carrion carcases doth crave. On top whereof, aye dwells the ghastly owl, Shrieking his baleful note, which ever drove far from that haunt, all other cheerful fowl. And all about it wandering ghosts do wail and howl▪ And all about old stocks and stubs of trees, Whereas, nor fruit, nor leaf was ever seen, Did hang upon the ragged rocky trees, On which had many witches hanged been, Whose carcases were scattered on the green, And thrown about the cliffs. Ed. Spencer. That darksome cave they enter, where they find That cursed man, low sitting on the ground, Musing full sadly in his sullen mind: Hi● grisly locks, long grown and unbound, Disordered hung about his shoulders round And hid his face; through which his hollow eyes Looked deadly, dull, and stared as astounded. His rawebone cheeks through penury and pine, Were shrunk into his jaws, as he did never dine, His garment nought but many ragged clouts, With thorns together pinned and patched was, The which his naked sides he wraps abouts. And him beside, there lay upon the grass, Adrery coarse, whose life away did pass, All wallowed in his own, yet lukewarm blood, That from his wound yet welled fresh a lass. In which a rusty knife fast fixed stood, And made an open passage for the gushing flood. Idem. Me thought by night, a grisly ghost in dark I saw, Eke ever still to me with stealing steps she drew, ●he was of colour pale, and deadly hue, Her clothes resembled thousand kinds of thrall, And pictures plain of hastened deaths withal. I. H. Mir. of M. — Despair The factor for improvident restraint. I. Markeham. — Despair, that deep disdained elf, Delightless lives, still stabbing of herself. D. Lodge. — As it is not lawful for a man At such a King's departure or decease, To leave the place, and falsify his faith, So in this place we ought not to surrender That dearer part, till heaven itself command it. For as they lent us life to do us pleasure, So look they for return of such a treasure. Th. Kyd. far greater folly is it for to kill Themselves despairing, then is any ill. I. H. M. of M. Be resolute, not desperate, the Gods that made thee poor, Can if they will (do wait their will) thy former state rest●●● W. Warner. — When last need to desperation driveth Who dareth the most, wisest counsel giveth. S. I. Harrington. We may in war sometime take truce with foes, But in despair, we cannot with our woes. M. Drayton. Despair hath ever danger all contemned. Idem Devil. Hells prince, sly parent of revolts, and lies. I. Syluister. O ruthless murderer of immortal souls, A lass, to pull us from the happy poles, And plunge us headlong in the yawning hell, Thy ceaseless frauds and fetches who can tell? Thou play'st the lion when thou dost engage, blood-thirsty Nero's barbarous heart with rage, While fleshed in murders, butcherlike he paints The Saint-poore world, with the dear blood of Saints▪ Thou playest the dog, when by the mouth profane, Of some false Prophets thou dost belch thy bane. Where from the pulpit barkingly he rings, Bold blasphemies against the King of Kings. Thou play'st the swine when plunged in pleasures vile, Some Epicure doth sober minds defile, Transforming lewdly by his lose impiety, Sweet Lacedaemon to a soft society. Thou playest the Nightingale, or else the swan, When any famous Rhetorician With captious wit, and curious language draws, Seduced hearers, and subverts the laws. Thou play'st the fox when thou dost feign aright. The face and phrase of some deep Hypocrite. True painted tomb, dead seeming coal, but quick, A scorpion fell, whose hidden tail doth prick: Yet this were little, if thy spite audacious, Spared (at the least) the face of angels gracious, And if thou didst not apely imitate Th'almighties works, the wariest wits to mate. I. Syl. Transl. The ghostly enemy doth not stay, Till tempted persons do obey. Yield to him, he a lion is, Gain stood a fly, his prey doth mis. Ignoto. A subtle pander with more enticing rights, Then sea hath fish, or heaven hath twinkling lights. I. Syl. As a false lover that thick snares hath laid, To entrap th'honour of a fair young maid, When she (though listening) little ear affords, To his sweet courting deep affected words, Fears some assuaging of his freezing flame, And soothes himself with hope to gain his game, And wrapped with joy upon this point persists, That parlying city never long resists. Even so the serpent that doth counterfeit A guileful call to allure us to his net: Perceiving Eve his flattering gloss digest, He prosecutes, and jocund doth not rest, Till he have tried foot, hand, head and all, Upon the breach of this new battered wall. I. Syl. Transl. Discord. Hard by the gates of hell her dwelling is, There where as all the plagues and harms abound▪ Which punish wicked men that walk amiss. It is a darksome delve, far under ground, And thorns which barren brooks environed roun● That none the same may easily out win, Yet many ways to enter may be found, But none to issue forth when one is in, For Discord harder is to end then to begin. Ed. Spencer. Ate, mother of debate And all dissension which doth daily grow Amongst frail men, that many a public state And many a private oft it doth ore●unne. Idem. — He knew her weed of sundry hue, Patched with infinite unequal lists, Her skin in sundry naked places view, At divers rents and cuts he may that lists: Her hair was grey, and red, and black and blue, And hard and soft, in laces some she twists: Some hangeth down, upright some standeth staring, As if each hair with other had been squaring. Her lap was full of writs and of citations, Of processes, of actions, and arrests, Of bills, of answers, and of replications, Grieving the simple sort with great vexations. She had resorting to her as her guests Attending on her circuits and her journeys, Suitors and clerks, lawyers, and attorneys. S. I. Harr. Transl. Her face most foul and filthy was to see, With squinted eyes contrariwise intended: And loathly mouthed, unmeet a mouth to be. That nought but gall and venom comprehended, ●nd wicked words that God and man offended. Her lying tongue was in two parts divided, ●nd both the parts did speak, and both contended: ●nd as her tongue so was her heart decided. That never thought on them, but doubly still was guided Ed. Spencer. All like as drops engender mighty floods, And little seeds sprout forth great leaves and buds: Even so small strifes if they be suffered run, Breed wrath and war, and death ere they be done. M. of Magist. Concord in kingdoms is great assurance, And royal fame lies do never fall: But where discord doth lead the doubtful dance, With busy brawls, and terms of variance, Where malice minstrel is, the pipe ill report, The mask mischief, and so doth end the sport., Idem. Firebrand of hell first tind in Phlegeton, By thousand suries, and from thence outthrowne Into this world, to work confusion, And set it all on fire by force unknown, Is wicked discord; whose small sparks once blown, None but a God or godlike man can slake: Such as was Orpheus, that when strife was grown Amongst those famous Imps of Greece, did take His silver harp in hand, & shortly friends them mak● Ed. Spencer. O cruel discord, food of deadly hate, O mortal corsive to a commonweal: Death-lingring consumption to a state, A poisoned sore that never salve could heal. O soul contagion, deadly kill fever, Infecting oft, but ●o be cured never. M. Drayton. A state divided, cannot firmly stand: Two Kings within one realm could never rest. T. Kyd. Dissimulation. — Fierce lightning from her eyes Did set on fire fair Heroes sacrifice: Which was her torn rob and enforced hair, And the bright flame became a maid most fair For her aspect; her tresses were of wire, Knit like a net, where hearts all set on fire, Struggled in pants and could not get released: Her arms were all with golden pincers dressed, And twenty fashioned knots, pulleys and brakes, And all her body girdled with printed snakes. Her down parts in a scorpion tail combined, Freckled with twenty colours p●edwings shined Out of her shoulders; cloth did never die, Nor sweeter colours ever viewed eye. In scorching Turkey, Cares, Tartary: Then shined about this spirit notorious, Nor was Arachne's web so glorious. Of lightning and of shreds she was begot, More hold in base dissemblers is there not. Her name was Eronusis. G. Chapman. The colours of dissemblance and deceit, Were died deep in grain, to seem like truth. Ed. Spencer. Better a wretch then a dissembler. E. Gilpin. — Commonly in dissimulations Th'excess of glavering doth guile ●●tect, Reason refuseth falsehood to direct. The will therefore for fear of being spied, Exceedeth mean, because it wanteth guide. M. of M. — Commonly all that counterfeit In any thing, exceed the natural mean, And that for fear of fa●●ing in their feat. Idem. The lovely looks, the sighs that storm so sore, The due of deep dissembling doubleness: These may attempt, but are of power no more, Where beauty leans to wit and soothfastness. D. Lodge. — Who hath to do With deep dissemblers, must dissemble too. Ch. Middleton. Vid. Hypocrisy. End. — The End doth always prove the fact, By End we judge the meaning of the act. S. I. H. Transl. Begin where lightness will, in shame it ends. G. Chapman. Earth. Thus whilst he laid his head upon her lap, She in a fiery mantle doth him wrap: And carries him up from his lumpish mould, Into the skies whereas he might behold Th'earth in perfect roundness of a ball, Exceeding globes most artificial. Which in a fixed point nature disposed, And with the sundry elements enclosed. Which as the centre, permanent doth stay, When as the skies in their diurnal sway: Strongly maintain the everturning course, Forced alone by their first movers source. Where he beholds the airy regions, Whereas the clouds and strange impressions Maintained by coldness often do appear: And by the highest region of the air Unto the clearest element of fire, Which to her silver footstool doth appear. M. Drayton. The moon is darkened to all creatures eyes, Whilst in the shadow of the earth she lies: For that the earth of nature cold and dry, A very Chaos of obscurity: Whose globe exceeds her compass by degrees, Fixed upon her superficies. When in his shadow she doth hap to fall, Doth cause her darkness to be general. Idem. — Earth Bears all her sons and daughters in one womb, She Europe's, Ameriques, Affriques, Asians tomb. Idem. — Earth cannot comprehend The secret depths of judgements all divine, Where is no ground beginning, midst nor fine. I. Sylvester. Transl. O trustless state of earthly things, and slipper hope Of mortal men, that swink and work for nought: And shooting wide, doth miss the marked scope. Now have I turned (a lesson dearly bought) That nis on earth assurance to be sought. Ed. Spencer. A narrow room our glory vain unties, A little circle doth our pride contain: Earth like an I'll amid the water lies, Which sea sometime is called, sometime the main. Yet nought therein resounds a name so great, It's but a lake, a pond, a marish street. Ed. Fairfax. Transl. Our mother earth near glories in her fruit, Till by the sun clad in her tinsel suit: Nor doth she ever stare him in the face, Till in her glorious arms she him embrace. Which proves she hath a soul, sense, and delight, Of generation, feeling, appetite. M. Drayton. To know ourselves to come of human birth, These sad afflictions cross us here on earth. A task imposed by heavens eternal law, To keep our rude rebellions well in awe. M. Drayton. Next unto him, malicious envy road, Upon a ravenous wolf, and still did chaw Between his cankered teeth a venomous toad, That all the poison ran about his jaw. But inwardly he chawed his own maw At neighbour's wealth, that made him ever sad, For death it was when any good he saw, And wept, that cause of weeping none he had, But when he heard of harm, he waxed wondrous glad. Ed. Spencer. The other held a snake with venom fraught, On which she fed and gnawed hungerly: As if that long she had not eaten ought, That round about the jaws we might descry The bloody gore, and poison dropping loathsomely. Her name was envy, known well thereby, Whose nature is to grieve and grudge at all That she sees done praise worthily: Whose sight to her is greatest cross may fall, And vexeth so, that makes her eat her gall: For when she wanteth other thing to eat, She feeds on her own ma● unnatural. And of her own foul entrails make her meat, Meat fit for such a monsters monstrous diet. Idem. I chanced on a monster of a man, With health heart sick, starved with store of food, With riches poor, with beauty pale and wan, Wretched with happiness, evil with good. One eye did envy at the th'other eye: Because the other envied more than he, His hands did fight for the first injury, So envy envied, envied to be. And as he went, his tender foot was sore, And envied at the foot that went before. Th. Bastard. This monster honours hurt, is like the cur That barks at strangers coming at the durre. But sparing always those are to her known, To them most gentle, to the others thrown. This monster als is like a raving cloud, Which threatens always kindly Vulcan loud To smore and drown him with her pouring rain, Yet force of fire repels his force again. K. of S. Oft malice makes the mind to shed the boiled brine, And envies humour oft unlades, by conduits of the eine. T. W. Envy lives with us whilst ourselves survive, But when we die, it is no more alive. Ch. Fitz jeffry. The knotty oak and wainscot old, Within doth eat the silly worm, Even so a mind in envy cold, Always within itself doth burn. Idem. Each sense may common subjects comprehend, Things excellent the sensitive confound: The eye with light and colours may contend: The care endure the note of common sound Both fail, when glorious beams and strokes abound▪ So envy that at meanest things bears spite, Stands mute at view of unexpected height. Th. Storer. — Envy harboureth most in feeblest breast. S. Phil. Sidney. Fell envies cloud, still dimmeth virtues ray. Ed. Spencer. Fowl envy, thou the partial judge of right, Son of deceit, borne of that harlot hate: Nursed in hell, a vile and ugly spirit, Feeding on slander, cherished with debate, Never contented with thine own estate: Deeming alike, the wicked and the good, Whose words be gall, whose actions end in blood. M. Drayton. Envy doth cease, wanting to feed upon. Idem. Like as the poise that would the palm repress Doth cause the bows spread larger round about: So spite and envy causeth glory sprout, And aye the more the top is overtroad, The deeper doth the same root spread abroad. M. of M. Sicilian Tyrants yet did never find Then envy, greater torment of the mind. Idem. Our days are stamped in envies mint, And this our age cast in the Iron mould, Our hearts are hewed out of Cancasean flint, And two leaved plates of brass our breast enfold, Hate waxeth young, the world thus waxing old, And best we like them, that do us love the least, And lest we love them, whom we should like best. Ch. Fitz Geffrey. Error. — His gliste●ing armour made A little glooming light, much like a shade: By which she saw the ugly monster plain, Half like a serpent, horribly displayed, But th'other half did woman's shape retain, Most loathsome, filthy, foul, and full of vile disdain. And as she lay upon the dirty ground, Her huge long tail, her den all overspread, Yet was in knots, and many bouts upwound: Pointed with mortal sting: of her there bred A thousand young ones, which she daily fed, Sucking upon her poisoned dugs, each one Of sundry shapes, yet all ill savoured. Soon as the uncouth light upon them shone, Into her mouth they crept, and suddenly were gone. Ed. Spencer. To err is proper unto men, and but brutish to persist▪ W. Warner. — Errors are no errors, but by fate, For oft the event makes foul faults fortunate. S. Daniel. — Errors left unpunished, are professed, And being not defended, are oppressed. Ch. Middleton. To hear good counsel, error never loves. D. Lodge. — Errors are hardly moved, That love doth breed in an unadvised breast. S. I. H. Transl. A stony coldness hath benumbed the sense, And lively spirits of each living wight, And dimmed with darkness their intelligence, Darkness more than Cymerians day by night, And monsters Error flying in the air, Hath marred the face of all that seemeth fair. Ed. Spencer. Faith. — Fidelia Like sunny beams threw forth her crystal face, That could have amazed the rarest beholders sight, And round about her head did shine like heavens light She was arrayed all in lily white, And in her right hand bore a Cup of Gold, With wine and water filled up to the height. In which a serpent did himself enfold, That horror made to all that did behold, But she no whit did change her constant mind. And in her other hand, she full did hold, A book that was both signed and sealed with blood. Ed. Spencer. Faith sits triumphant on a coach of gold, Of Tuballs' work, where costly sapphires shine, Rich Diamonds, and many Rubies fine, And if ought else, the work more costly hold, This glorious chariots rolling wheels are like The holy wheels the great Ezechiel saw, For own self spirit, self wind and will doth draw, Their restesse courses equal both alike, The bird that led the Roman standards out The bird that fixed can oppose his eyes, Against the greatest light in all the skies, High through the air draws this rich Coach about. Faith flaunts it not in silver nor in gold. Nor precious scarlet of the Tyrian die: Nor paints her face to hide deformity, But as she is, she doth herself unfold, Her body that all bodies doth disgrace, Like Juno's bird is full of watching eyes, Whose holy glances pierce the lofty skies, Pierce the high heavens, and see God face to face. She hath great store of flowing tongues to praise The Lord of hosts: she hath most mighty wings, (Passing the swiftness of all mortal things) That in a moment up to heaven her raise, Her glorious head is compassed with a crown Nor made of olive, pine, or laurel bow, Nor parsley wreath which Grecians did allow. Th' olympian gaimes for signals of renown, But of fresh Roses plucked from honour's tree, That never shrink for winter's chilling frost, Nor whither not when Titan hotly toasts, But by the Lord for ever watered be. I. Syl. Transl. Faith friendly porter of heavens crystal hold, Conduct us strait before the throne of gold: O● God's great grace, there prostrate on her knee, Doth prayer speak in name of all the three. I. S. Transl. What was the world before the world? or God ere he was God Why this he did, or doth not that, this bidden or forbade: I dare not think, or arrogate such mysteries divine, Faith with her wits significant suffice these wits of mine: To love God and our neighbours as ourself is all in fine. W. Warner. Draw thy forces all unto thy heart, The strongest fortress of this earthly part: And on these three, let thy assurance lie, On faith, hope, and humility. M. Drayton. Faith is thy Fort, thy shield, thy stronger aid, Never controlled, near yielded, ne dismayed: Which doth dilate, unfold, foretell, expresseth, Which gives rewards, investeth and possesseth. Idem. Faith hath not only power on things terrene Both high, and low, but oftentimes doth force God's justice too, and sometimes seems perforce, God's purposes to change and alter clean. I. Syl. — The hardest things faith makes most possible. Idem. — Even the faithful flocks are like the ground, That for good fruit, with weeds will still abound: If that the share and coulter idle lie, That rives the share, and roots the brambles buy. Th. Hudson. Transl. Add faith unto your force, and be not faint. Ed. Spencer. Only faith doth justify say we, of God's free grace, By Christ, nor faith is idle, but doth charity embrace. W. Warner. Fame. A monster swifter none is under sun. Increasing as in waters we descry, The circles small of nothing that begin, Which at the length, unto such breadth do come, That of a drop which from the skies do fall, The circles spread, and hide the waters all. So Fame in flight increasing more and more, For at the first, she is not scarcely known, But by and by she flits from shore to shore, To clouds from th' earth, her stature strait is grown There whatsoever by her trump is blown, The sound that both by sea and land outflies, Rebounds again, and verberates the skies: They say, the earth that first the Giants bred, For anger that the Gods did them dispatch, Brought forth this sister of those monsters dead, Full light of foot, swift wings, the winds to catch, Such monster erst did nature never hatch. As many plumes she hath as top to toe, So many eyes them underneath or more: And tongues do speak: so many ears do hark, By night tween heaven she flies and earthly shade, And shreaking takes no quiet sleep by dark, On houses roofs, or towers as keeper made, She fits by day, and cities threats to invade, And as she tells what things she sees by view, She rather shows thats feigned false, then true, I. H. Mir. of M. Fame in a stole of purple set with eyes, And ears, and tongues, carried a golden book, Upon the cover, this I saw engraved. Pauci quos aequus amavit jupiter, aut ardeus everit ad aethera virtus Dijs geniti. G. Peele. Fame with golden wings aloft doth fly, Above the reach of ruinous decay, And with brave plumes doth beat the airy sky, Admired of base borne men, from far away. Ed. Spencer. The Brazen trump of Iron winged fame, That mingleth truth with forged lies. E. Fairfax. Transl. Then came they to the foul and loathsome lake, Dark, deep, and miry, of a dreadful hue, Where was the aged man that never stinted To carry bundles of the names imprinted. This was the man, whom (as I told before) Nature and custom so swift of foot had made, He never rested, but ran evermore. And with his coming he did use this trade: A heap of names within his cloak he bore, And in the river did them all unlade: Or to (say truth) away he cast them all, Into this stream which Lethe we do call. This prodigal old wrerch no sooner came Unto this cursed rivers barren bank, But desperately without all fear of blame, Or caring to deserve reward or thank, He hurled therein full many a precious name, Where millions soon into the bottom sank: Hardly in every thousand one was found, That was not in the gulf quite lost and drowned: Yet all about great store of birds there flew, As vultures, carrion crows, and chattering pies, And many more of sundry kinds and hue, Making lewd harmony with their loud cries, These when the careless wretch the treasure threw Into the stream, did all they could devise, What with their talents some, and some with beak To save these names, but find themselves too weak. For ever as they thought themselves to raise, To bear away those names of good renown, The weight of them, so heavy downward ways, They in the stream were driven to cast them down, Only two swans sustained so great a poise In spite of him that sought them all to drown, These two did still take up whose names they list, And bore them safe away, and never missed. Sometime all under the foul lake they dived, And took up some that were with water covered: And those that seemed condemned, they reprieved. And often as about the bank they hovered, They caught them, ere they to the stream arrived, Then went they with the names they had recovered, up to a hill that stood the water nigh, On which a stately Church was built on high. This place is sacred to immortal fame, And evermore a nymph stands at the gate, And took the names wherewith the two swans came, Whether they early come, or whether late. Then all about the Church she hanged the same, Before that sacred Image in such rate, As they might then well be assured for ever, Spite of that wretch, in safety to persever. S. I. Harr. Transl. Fame on his right hand in a robe of gold, Whose stately train, Time as her page did bear: On which for rich imbroydery was enrolled, The deeds of all the Worthies ever were: So strongly wrought as wrong could not impair, Whose large memorials she did still rehearse, In poet's man immortallizing verse. Two tablets on her goodly breast she bore, The one of crystal, the other ebony, Engraved with names of all that lived before That; the fair book of heavenly memory: Th'other, the base scroll of infamy. One stuffed with Poets, Saints, and Conquerors, Th'other, with Atheists, Tyrants, usurers, And in her word appeared as a wonder, Her daring force, and never failing might: Which softly spoke far off, as't were a thunder, And round about the world would take their flight, And bring the most obscured things to light. That still the farther off, the greater still, Did ever sound our good, or make our ill. M. Drayton. Her dwelling is betwixt the earth and skies, Her Turret unto heaven her top upreares: The windows made of Lynceus piercing eyes, And all the walls be made of daintiest ears, Where every thing that's done in earth appears. No word is whispered in this vaulty round, But in her palace straightway it doth sound: The rafters, trumpets which do rend the air, Sounding aloud each name that thither comes. The chinks like tongues of all things talking here, And all things past, in memory do bear. The doors unlock with every word man saith, And opens wide with every little breath. It's hung about with arms and conquering spoils, The pillars which support the roof of this, Are trophies graven with Herculean toils. The roof of garlands, crown, and ensigns is: In midst of which a crystal pyramid, All over carved with men of most renown, Whose base is her fair chair, the spire her crown. Idem. — Fame Refuge of hope, the harbinger of truth, Handmaid of heaven virtues skilful guide, The life of life, the ages springing youth: Triumph of joy, eternities fair bride, The virgin's glory, and the martyrs pride. The courages immortal raising fire, The very height to which great thoughts aspire: The stair by which men to the stars do climb: The minds first mover greatness to express, Faith's armour, and the vanquisher of time. A pleasant sweet against death's bitterness, The high reward which doth all labours bless: The study which doth heavenly things impart, The joy amidst the tedious ways of art. Learning's green laurel, justice glorious throne, The muse's chariot, memories true food: The poet's life, the god's companion, The fire-reviuing phoenix sun-nurst brood. The spirits eternal image, honours good. The Balsamum which cures the soldiers scars, The world, discovering seaman's happy stars. Idem. A lofty subject of itself doth bring, Grave words and weighty, of itself divine: And makes the author's holy honour shine. If ye would after ashes live, beware: To do like Erostrate, who burned the fair Ephesian Temple, or to win a name To make of brass a cruel calf untame. K. of S. — Incorporeal Fame Whose weight consists in nothing but her name, Is swifter than the wind, whose tardy plumes Are reeking water, and dull earthly fumes. Ch. Marlowe. Fame (whereof the world seems to make such choice) Is but an echo and an idle voice. S. Daniel. Unto this Hydra are we subject still, Who dares to speak, not caring good or ill. Better it is without renown to be, Then be renowned for vile iniquity. K. of K. — Fame the Queen of immortality. Ch. Fitz Jeffrey. Death hath no dart to slay deserved Fame. Ch. Fitz. This jealous monster hath a thousand eyes, Her airy body hath a thousand wings: Now on the earth, now up to heaven she flies. And here and there with every wind she flings: Nothing so secret but to her appeareth, And apt to credit every thing she heareth. Fowl babbling, tell tale, secrets soon bewraier, The air bred echo, the speaker of lies: Shrill-sounding trumpet, truths unkind betrayer. False larum-bell, awaking dead men's eyes. Fond prattling parrot telling all thou hearest, Oft furthest off, when as thou shouldst be nearest. M. Drayton. The path is set with danger, leads to fame, When Minos did the Grecians flight deny, He made him wings and mounted through the sky. Idem. Still fame will grow if once abroad it fly, Whether it be a troth, or be a lie. Idem. Fame doth explore what lies most secret hidden, Entering the closet of the palace dweller, A broad revealing what i● forbidden, Of truth and falsehood both an equal teller, 'tis not a guard can serve for to expel her: The sword of justice cannot cut her wings, Nor stop her mouth from uttering secret things. S. Daniel. Celestial goddess everliving fame, Minerva's daughter by fair Maia's son, Of all th'inhabitants of heavens fair frame: Most highly honoured since the world begun, And shall be till the fatal glass be run. Souls sweet receipt, the health's restorative: Hearts cordial, the minds preservative. Goddess of thoughts, muse animating appetite, Altar of honour, simple of renown, Shrine of devotion, yielding art her merit: Lifes richest treasure, virtues gorgeous gown, heavens best abilliment, Ariadne's crown. The Cynosura of the purest thought, Fair Helice, by whom the heart is taught. Ch. Fitz Jeffrey. Famine. A grisly shape of Famine might we see, With greedy looks and gaping mouth that cried And would torment as she should there have died: Her body thin and bare as any bone, Whereto was left nought but the case alone: And that alas was gnawn on every where, All full of holes, that I ne mought refrain From tears to see how she her arms could tear, And with her teeth gnash on her bones in vain, When all for nought she feign would so sustain Her starven corpse, that rather seemed a shade, Then any substance of a creature made. Great was her force, whom stone walls could not stay, Her tearing nails snatching at all she saw: With gaping jaws, that by no means I may Be satisfied from hunger of her maw, But eats herself, as she that hath no law: Gnawing alas her carcase all in vain, While you may count each sinew, bone and vain: On her, while we thus firmly fixed our eye, That bled for ●uth of such a dreary sight, Lo suddenly she shrieked in so huge wise, As made hell gates to shiver with the might: Where with a dart we saw how it did light Right on his breast, and therewithal pale death Enthrilling it, to reave her of her breath. M. Sackuile. Mean cates are welcome still to hungry guests. B. joh. Fancy. Fancy we feel includes all passions might. S. Phil. Sidney. Fancy by kind, with reason striveth still. Th. Watson. — Vid. love Fate. What God hath said, that cannot but ensue, Though all the world would have it overthrown: When men suppose by fetches of their own To fly their Fate, they further on the same, Like blasts of wind, which oft revive the flame. M. of M. The heavens do rule in their continual course, That yields to Fate, that doth not yield to force. M. Drayton. Chance is uncertain, fortune double faced. Ed. Fairfax. Transl. — Demogorgon ruler of the Fates. R. Greene. — The Fates can make Way for themselves, their purpose to partake. Ed. Spencer. — What the Fates do once decree, Not all the gods can change, nor Jove himself can free. Idem. — The laws of Fate Being graven in steel, must stand inviolate. Th. Dekkar. Who can escape what his own Fate hath wrought, The work of heavens will, surpass all human thought. Ed. Spencer. — Who can deceive his destiny? Or ween by warning to avoid his Fate? That when he sleeps in more security And safest seems, him soon doth amate, And findeth due effect, or soon or late So feeble is the power of fleshly arm. Idem. — Indeed the Fates are firm, And may not shrink though all the word do shake: Yet aught men's good endeavours them confirm, And guide the heavenly causes to their constant term. Idem. Each man they say his Fate hath in his hands, And what he makes or mars to lose or save, Of good or evil, is even self do, self have. I. H. M. of M. The Fates far off, foreseen come gently near. M. Drayton. Our Fate is not prevented though foreknown, For that must hap decreed by heavenly powers, Who work our fall, yet make the fault still ours. S. Daniel. — Fate Keeps in eternal dark our fortunes hidden, And ere they come to know them, 'tis forbidden. Idem. All men are men in ignorance of Fate, To alter chance, exceedeth human state. I. Markham. The heavens do rule in their continual course, That yields to Fate, that doth not yield to force. M. Drayton. Fear. — Fear all armed from top to toe, Yet thought himself not safe enough thereby, But feared each shadow moving too and fro, And his own arms whom glister he did spy, Or clashing heard, he fast away did fly As ashes pale of hue, and winghie heeled, And evermore on danger fixed his eye, 'Gainst whom he always bent a brazen shield, Which his right hand unarmed faithfully did wield. Ed. Spencer. Who so for fickle fear from virtue shrinks, Shall in his life embrace no worthy thing, No mortal man the cup of surety drinks. S. Phil. Sid. Fear is more pain than is the pain it fears, Disarming human minds of native might: Where each conceit an ugly figure bears, Which were not evil, well viewed in reasons light. Idem. The gift being great, the fear doth still exceed, And extreme fear can neither fight nor fly, But cowardlike with trembling terror die. W. Shakespeare. The fear of ill, exceeds the ill we fear. Ed. Fairfax. Transl. Fear dareth wings to aged folk to fly, And made them mount to places that were high. Fear made the woeful child to wail and weep, For want of speed, on foot and hands to creep. Th. Hudson. Transl. Fear in a fearful heart, frets more than plagues that he feareth. A. France. Fear that is wiser than the truth doth ill. S. D. Fear casts too deep, and never is too wise. Idem. In vain with terror is he fortified, That is not guarded with firm love beside. Idem. A fearful thing to tumble from a throne. M. Drayton. Where crowned might, & crossed right so near together dwell Behoves that forest flying fear whereof the fox doth tell, Our factious Lancaster & York, thereof could witness well. W. Warner. Thunder affrights the Infants in the schools, And threatenings are the conquerors of fools. I. Markham. Whom fear constrains to praise their Prince's deeds, That fear eternal, hatred in them feeds. R. Greene. Fear misinterprets things, each angury The worse way he fond doth imply. Weakness is false, and faith in cowards rare, Fear finds our shifts, timitidie is subtle. S. Daniel. 'tis incident to those whom many fear, Many to them more grievous hate to bear. M. Drayton. — He whom all men fear, Feareth all men every where: (Hate enforcing them thereto) Maketh many undertake Many things they would not do. Th. Kyd. The only good that grows of passed fear, Is to be wise, and ware of like again. Ed. Spencer. A man to fear a woman's moody heir, Makes reason lie a slave to servile fear. S. Ph. Sidney. Nothing seen fearful, we the most should fear, Great amistes rise before the greatest rain: The water deep'st, where we least murmur hear, In fairest Cups men temper deadliest bane. The nearer night, the air more clear and still, The nearer to one deaths, least fearing ill. M. Drayton. — Bloodless, trustless, witless fear, That like an Aspen tree, trembles each where, She leads black terror, and black clownish shame, And drowsy sloth that counterfeiteth lame, With snailelike motion measuring the ground. Fowl sluggish drone, barren (but sin to breed) Diseased beggar, starved with wilful need. I. S. Transl. The fear of evil doth affright us more, Then th' evil itself, though it seem near so sore. Fortitude. Rich buskined Seneca, that did declaim And first in Rome our tragic pomp compile, Saith Fortitude is that, which in extreme, And certain hazard all base fear exile. It guides saith he, the noble mind from far, Through frost and fire, to conquer honours war. I. Markham. Honey tongued Tully Mermaid of our ears, Affirms, no force can force true Fortitude: It with out bodies no communion bears. The soul and spirit, solely it doth include. It is that part of honesty, which rears The heart to heaven, and ever doth obtrude, Faint fear and doubt, still taking his delight In perils, which exceed all perils might. Patience, perseverance, greatness, and strong trust, These Pages are to Fortitude their King: Patience that suffers, and esteemeth just, What ever we for virtue fortune's brine. Perseverance holds constant what we must, Greatness that effects the guilded thing, And armed trust which never can despair, And hopes good hap how ever fatal dear. Idem. The man that hath of Fortitude and might, And thereto hath a kingdom void withal, Except he also guide himself aright, His power and strength prevaileth but a small, He cannot scape at length, an hapless fall. I. H. M. of M. The Roman Sergius having lost his hand, Slew with one hand four in a single fight, A thing all reason ever did withstand, But that bright Fortitude spreads forth her light. Pompey by shore held from th'Italian Land, And all his sailors quaking in his sight, First hoist sails, and cried amidst the strife, there's need I go, no need to save my life. I. Markeham. Force without wisdom, is of little worth. G. Gascoigne. Greater force there needs to maintain wrong them right. Ed. Spencer. Agis that guilt the Lacedaemon street, Intending one day battle with his foes, By counsel was repelled as thing unmeet, The enemy being ten to one in shoes, But he replied, 'tis needful that his feet With many heads, should lead to many blows. And one being good, an army is for ten: Foes to Religion, and known naughty men, To him that told Dineceus how his foes Covered the sun with darts and armed spears. He made reply, thy news is joy in woes, we'll in the shadow fight, and conquer foes. I. Markham. — As to love, the life for virtues flame, Is the just act of a true noble will: So to contemn it, and her hopes exclude Is baseness, rashness, and no Fortitude. Idem. Rash Isadas the Lacedaemon Lord, That naked fought against the Theban power, Although they chained his valour by a cord, Yet was he find for rashness in that hour. And those which most his careless praise afford, Did most condemn what folly did devour: For in attempting, prowess is not meant, But wisely doing what we do attempt. Idem. felicity. O had felicity feeling of woe? Or could on mean but moderately feed? Or would look down the way that he must go? Or could abstain from what diseases breed? To stop the wound before to death it bleed? War should not fill King's palaces with moan, Nor peril come, when 'tis least thought upon. M. Drayton. Folly fools. Folly in youth is sin, in age is madness. S. Daniel. A greater sign of Folly is not shown, Then trusting others force, distrust our own: S. I. Harr. Transl. — Wicked men repine their sins to hear, And Folly flings, if counsel touch him near. D. Lodge. Fair fools delight to be accounted wise. Ch. Marlowe. fools will find fault without the cause discerning. And argue most of that they have no learning. S. I. Harr. Transl. — There is a method, time, and place, Which fools observing do commence, ere wise men have their grace. W. Warner. 'tis better be a fool then be a fox, For Folly is rewarded and respected, Where subtlety is hated and rejected. D. Lodge▪ — The foolish commons use Obey them most, who doth them most abuse. S. I. Harrington. P. A witless fool may every man him guess, That leaves the more, and takes him to the less. G. Gascoigne. Flatterer. — Fowl leasings and vile flattery, Two filthy blots in noble genterie. Ed. Sp. When as we finely sooth our own desires, Our best conceits do prove the greatest she. M. Drayton. Near was pretence so foul, but some would flatter it▪ Nor any thing so pestilent, as misapplied wit. W. Warner. To be officious, getteth friends, plain dealing hated is Yet better plainly to reprove, then feignedly to kiss: We cannot also love our friends, & Flatter their amis. Idem. — Flattery can never want rewards. D. Lodge. He twice offends, who sin in flattery bears, Yet every hour he dies, who ever fears. D. Lodge. The Lords & Ladies over rent, and cunningly the fine, The Parasite doth overreach, and bears away the gain. W. Warner. Ye sons of craft bearing as many faces, As Proteus, takes among the marine places, And force your natures all the best you can, To counterfeit the grace of some great man Chameleon like, who takes him in each hue, Of black or white, or yellow, green, or blue, That comes him next, so you that find the fashion To hurt the poor, with many a great taxation, You that do press to have the prince's ear, To make your names in provinces appear, Ye subtle Thurins sell your fumish wind To wicked wights, whose senses ye do blind. Th. Hudson. Transl. Time fawning spaniels, Mermaids on the earth. Trencher fed flies. Base Parasites, these elbowe-rubbing mates, A plague to all lascivious wanton states: O filthy monkeys, vile and beastly kind, Fowl prating parrots, birds of Harpy brood, A corrosive to every noble mind. Vipers that suck your mother's dearest blood: misshapen monster, worst of any creature, A foe to all, an enemy to nature. M. Drayton. Fortune. Fortune as blind as he whom she doth lead, Her feature changed each minute of the hour, Her riggish feet fantastickly would tread: Now would she smile, and suddenly would lower, And with one breath, her words are sweet and sour. Upon her foes she amorously doth glance, And on her followers coily look askance, About her neck (it seemed as for a chain) Some Prince's crowns and broken sceptres hung. Upon her arm a lazy youth did lean, Which scornfully unto the ground she fling, And with a wanton grace passing alone, Great bags of gold from out her bosom drew, And to base peasants and fond Idiots threw. A dusky vale which hide her sightlesse-eys Like clouds, which cover our uncertain lives, Painted about with bloody Tragedies, Fools wearing crowns and wise men clogged in giue● Now how she gives again, how she deprives: In this black map this she her might discovers, In Camps and Courts, on soldiers, and on lovers. M. Drayton. A hap, a chance, a casual event, The vulgars' idol, and a childish terror: A what man will, a silly accident The mask of blindness, and disguise of error, Nature's vile nickname, follies foolish mirror: A term, a byword, by tradition learned, A hearsay, nothing not to be discerned, A wanton fear, a silly infant's dream, A vain illusion, a mere fantasy: A seeming shade, a lunatic man's dream. A fond Aenigma, a flat heresy. Imaginations doting empery. A folly in itself, it one self loathing, A thing that would be, and yet can be nothing. Disease of time, ambition's concubine: A mind intrancing snare, a slippery ice, The bait of death, destructions heady wine. vainglories patron, the fools paradise. Fond hope wherewith confusion doth entice. A vile seducing f●end, which haunts men still, To lose them in the errors of their will. Idem. O fortune the great Amorite of kings, Opinions breath, thou Epicurian air: Invention of man's soul, falsest of things, A step beyond our judgement, and a stair Higher than men can reach with reasons wings. Thou blindfold Archeresse, thou that wilt not hear: Thou foe to persons, manners, times and all, That raisest worthless, while the worthiest fall. I. Markham. Ah fortune, nurse of fools, poison of hope, Fuel of vain desires, deserts destruction▪ Supposed sovereign, through our vain construction Princes of paganism, root of impiety, Devil on earth, masked in piety. Scorn of the learned, follies elder scholar, Bastard of time, begot by vain opinion: Against thy power, a peevish proud resister. Mother of lies, and witness of illusion: Lamp of vainglory, double faced shrew, Who smiles at first, successful, ends in woe. D. Lodge. Who wins her grace, must with achievements woe he● As she is blind, so never had she ears, Nor must with puling eloquence go to her: She understands not sighs, she hears not prayers. Flattered she flies; controlled she ever fears. And though a while she nicely do forsake it, She i● a woman, and at length will take it. Nor ever let him dream once of a crown, For one bad cast that will give up his game, And though by ill hap he be overthrown, Yet let him manage her till she be tame. M. Drayton. Fortune the folly is, and plague of those Which to the world their wretched will dispose. M. of M. All flesh is frail and full of fickleness, Subject to fortune's charm, still changing new, What haps to day to me, to morrow may to you. Ed. Spencer. Fortune the foe to famous chievisance, Seldom or never yields to virtue aid: But in her way throws mischief and mischance, Whereby her course is stopped, and passage laid. Idem. Mock Gods they are, and many Gods induce, Who fortune feign to father there abuse. M. of M. — In vain do men The heavens of there fortune's fault accuse, sith they know best what is the best for them, For they to each such fortune do diffuse, As they do know each can most aptly use: For not that which men covet most is best, Nor that thing worst which men do most refuse. But fittest is, that all contented rest With that they hold: each hath his fortune in his breast. Ed. Spencer. No fortune is so bad, ourselves ne frame There is no chance at all hath us preserved. There is no fate whom we have need to blame: There is no destiny but is deserved: No luck that leaves us safe, or unpreserved. Let us not then complain of fortune's skill, For all our good descends from God's good will, And of our lewdness, springeth all our ill. M. of M. — They that do dwell on fortunes call, No sooner rise, but ready are to fall. D. Lodge. Look how much higher fortune doth erect The climbing wight on her unstable wheel: So much the nigher may a man expect To see his head where late he saw his heel. Polycrates hath proved it in effect, And Dyonisius that too true did feel Who long were lulled on high in fortune's lap: And fell down suddenly to great mishap. On th'other side, the more man is oppressed And utterly overthrown by fortunes lower, The sooner comes his state to be redressed, When wheel shall turn and bring the happy hour. Some from the block have grown to be so blessed. Whole realms have been subverted to their power. As Marius and Ventidius sample is, In former age, and jews of France in this. S. I. Harr. Transl. — As the boisterous wind Doth shake the tops of highest reared towers, So doth the force of froward fortune strike The wight that highest sits in haughty state. G. Gascoigne. — So wills the wanton Queen of chance, That each man trace this Labyrinth of life: With slippery steps now wronged by fortune strange, Now drawn by counsel from the maze of strife. D. Lodge. We all are proud when fortune favours us, As if inconstant chance were always one: Or standing now, she would continue thus, O fools look back, and see the rolling stone Whereon she blindly lighting sets her foot, And slightly sows, that seldom taketh root. Th. Kyd. Fortune the first and last that governs states. I. Markham. The blindfold mistress of uncertain change. D. Lodge. The wayward lady of this wicked world. Idem. Blind fortune faileth mighty ones, & meaner doth advance. W. Warner. Blind fortune findeth none so fit to flout As Sures by sots, which cast no kind of doubt. M. of M. — Fortune cannot raise Any one aloft without some others wrack, Floods drown no fields unless they find a brack. Idem. Where power dwells and riches rest, False fortune is a comely guest. E. of S. Think fortune newly hatched is fledge, & waggeth wing to fly All suffer change, ourselves new born, even then begin to die. W. Warner. The man that fortune at command will keep, He must be sure he never let her sleep. M. Drayton. There never yet was Emperor or King, Can boast that he had fortune in a string. S. I. Harr. Transl. — All things to fortune are subjecteth, Chief in wars, that are by chance directed. Idem. Wheresoever fortune her bounty will bestow, There heaven and earth must pay what she doth owe. M. of M. The man whose thoughts to fortune's height aspires, Were better die then live in low desires. Th. Achelly. Admit thou hadst Pactolian waves to land thee gold at will, Know Croesus did to Cyrus kneel, and thou Mayst speed as ill. W. Warner. Attempt not things beyond thy reach, join fortune to thy will, Lest Phoebus' chair do else surcharge rash Phaethon his skill Idem. If fortune help whom thou wouldst hurt, fret not at it the more, When Ajax stormed, then from him the prize Ulysses bore. Idem. Good fortune draws from heaven her descent, Making high Jove the root of her large tree: She shows from him how many Godheads went, Archangels, Angels, heavens posterity, From thence she shows the glorious third she lent, To monarch, Emperors and Kings in fee. Annexing as colaterals to her love, Honour, virtue, valour and endless time. Nevertheless ill fortune will be elder borne She saith she springs from Saturn, Jove's wronged sire, And heaven and earth, and hell, her coat have borne Fresh bleeding hearts within a field of fire: All that the world admires she makes her scorn, Who farthest seems, is to ill fortune near. And that just proof may her great praise commend, All that good chance gins, ill chance doth end. I. Markham. Ill fortune is attended by reproach, Good fortune fame and virtue stellifies. Idem. — What man can shun the hap, That hidden lies, unwares him to surprise: Misfortune waits advantage to entrap The man most wary, in her whelming lap. Ed. Spencer. The fortune that misfortune doth afford, Is for to live and die unfortunate. Th. Achelly. Misfortune followeth him that tempteth fortune. Ch. Fitz Jeffrey. Friendship. Friends. The natural affection soon doth cease, And quenched is with Cupid's greater flame: But faithful friendship doth them both suppress: And them with mastering discipline doth tame Through thoughts aspiring, to eternal fame. Ed. Spencer. In friendship, sovereign 'tis as Mithridate, Thy friend to love, as one whom thou Mayst hate. M. of M. Ne certes can that friendship long endure, How ever gay and goodly be the style, That doth ill cause or evil end endure, For virtue is the band which bindeth hearts most sure. Ed. Spencer. — Enmity that of no ill proceeds, But of occasion, with the occasion ends, And friendship which a faint affection breeds, Without regard of good, lies like ill grounded seed. Ed. Spencer. With virtue choose thy friend, with virtue him retain, Let virtue be the ground, so shall it not be vain. S. Th. Wiat. Try friends by touch, a feeble friend may prove thy strongest foe▪ Great Pompey's head to Caesar's hand, it was betrayed so, W. Warner. In perfect friendship no suspect, for two in one are all, Community, or doubling joy, or making grief more small. Idem. The truest friendship in misery is tried, For then will none but faithful friends abide, G. turbervile. Right true it is, and said full yore ago, Take heed of him that by the back thee claweth, For none is worse, then is the friendly foe, Though thee seem good, all things that thee delighteth: Yet know it well, that in thy bosom creepeth, For many a man such fires oft times he kindleth, That with the blaze his beard himself he singeth. E. of Surrey. None can deem right who faithful friends do rest, While they bear sway and rule in high degree: For then both fast and feigned friends are priest. Whose faiths seem both of one effect to be. But than revolts the first and feigned guest, When wealth unwindes and fortune seems to fly, But he that loves indeed, remaineth fast, And loves and serves when life and all is past. S. I. Harr. Transl. Oft times we see in house of mean estate, In fortunes bad, and chances overthwart: That men do sooner lay away debate, And join in sound accord with hand and heart, Then Prince's courts, where riches genders hate: And vile suspect that loving minds doth part. Where charity is clean consumed and vanished, And friendship firm, is quite cast out and banished. Idem. Who so wants friends to back what he gins, In lands far off, gets not, although he wins. S. Daniel. If fortune friendly fawn, and lend thee wealthy store, Thy friends conjoined joy, doth make thy joy the more If frowardly she frown, and driveth to distress: His aid relieves thy ruth, and makes thy solace less. S. Th. Wiat. They are not always surest friends on whom we most do spend. W. Warner. True friends have feeling of each others woe, And when ones heart is sad, all theirs is so. Ch. Middleion. A golden treasure is the ●ried friend, But who may gold from counterfeits defend? Trust not to soon, nor yet to soon mistrust, With th'one thyself, with th'other thy friend thou hurtst, Who twines betwixt, & stears the golden mean, Nor rashly loveth, nor mistrusts in vain. Mir. of M. — Friends are geason now a days, And grow to fume before they taste the fire: Aquersitie bereaving man's avails, They fly like feathers dallying in the wind. They rise like bubbles in a stormy rain, Swelling in words, and flying faith and deeds. D. Lodge. Faint friends when they fall out, most cruel foemen be. Ed. Spencer. Better a new friend, than an old foe is said. Idem. Frugality. He that will thrive, must think no courses vile. B. Johnson. No hurt but good (who means to multiply) Bought wit is dear, and dressed with sour sauce, Repentance comes too late, and then say I, Who spares the first, and keeps the last unspent▪ Shall find that sparing yields a goodly rent. G. Gascoigne. Let first thine own hand hold fast all that comes, But let the other learn his letting fly: Idem. Fury. — Fury furiously man's life assails With thousand cannons, sooner felt then seen, Where weakest, strongest, fraught with deadly teen, Blind, crooked, blistered, melancholy, sad, Many-named poison, minister of death, Which from us creeps, but to us gallopeth. Fowl, trouble rest, fantastic, greedy-gut, Blood sweeting, hearts-theefe, wretched, filthy-slut The child of surfait and aires-temper vicious, Perilous known, but unknown most pernicious. I. Syluister. — Fury cruel cursed wight, That unto Knighthood works much shame and woe, And that same hag, his aged mother hight, Occasion, the root of all wrath and despite. With her, who so will raging fury tame, Must first begin, and welther amenage, First her restrain from her reproachful blame And evil means, with which she doth enrage Her frantic son, and kindles his courage, Then when she is withdrawn, or strong withstood, Is each his Idle fury to assuage, And calm this tempest of his passion wood, The banks are overflown, when so sped is the flood. Ed. Spencer. Fury was red with rage, his eyes did glow, While flakes of fire from forth his mouth did flow His hands and arms y bath'd in blood of those Whom fortune, sin, or fate made country's foes. T. Lodge. — This fell fury, for forerunner sends Many and frenzy, to suborn her friends, Whereof the one drying, th'other overwarming. The feeble brain (the edge of judgement harming) Within the soul phantastickly they feign, A confused host of strange chimeras vain. I. Syluister. Gifts. 'tis wisdom to give much, a Gift prevails, When deep persuading oratory fails. Ch. Marlowe. A giving hand though foul, shall have fair praise. S. Daniel. — The greatest Gifts whereof we boast, Are those which do attempt and tyre us most. T. Lodge. — Only wisdom grave, and judgements clear, Gifts given from heaven, that are not common here. S. I. H. Transl. Goods Gifts are often given to men past good. G. Chapman. Good Gifts abused, to man's confusion turn. Th. Dekkar. Testators and Executors so give and so receive, As doubtful whethers joy or grief, is more to take or leave For as do hogs their troghs to hounds, so these give & get place Death not the Dier gives bequests, and therefore but grave grace. W. Warner. To loiter well deserved Gifts, is not to give but sell, When to requite ingratitude, were to do evil well. Idem. Gentleness. The gentle mind by gentle deeds is known, For a man by nothing is so well bewrayed, As by his manners, in which plain is shown, Of what degree, and what race he is grown. Ed. Spencer. Sweet gentleness is beauties waiting maid. Th. Watson. — In gentle thoughts, Relenting thoughts, remorse, and pity rests. Ch. Marlowe. All like as Phoebus, with his cheerful beams, Doth freshly force the fragrant flowers to flourish, So gentle ruler's subjects love do nourish. I. H. Mir. of M. Like as the gentle heart itself bewrays, In doing gentle deeds with frank delight: Even so the base mind itself displays, In cankered malice, and revenge for spite. W. Shakespeare. O what an easy thing is't to descry The gentle blood, how ever it be wrapped, In sad misfortunes foul deformity And wretched sorrows which have often happed. For howsoever it may grow misshaped, That to all virtue it may seem unapt, Yet will it show some sparks of gentle mind, And at the last, break forth in his own proper kind. Ed. Spencer. Gentry. — True gentry standeth in the trade Of virtuous life, not in the fleshly line, For blood is knit, but gentry is divine. I. H. M. of M. Above cognizance or arms, or pedigree far, An unspotted coat, is like a blazing star. G. Gascoigne. Kind Amalthea was transformed by Jove, Into his sparkling pavement, for his love, Though but a goat, and giving him her milk, Bazenes is flinty gentry, soft as silk. In heaven she lives, and rules a living sign In human bodies: yet not so divine, That she can work her kindness in our hearts. G. Chapman. The true gentility by their own arms Advance themselves, the falls by others harms. Th. Bastard. Gluttony. — By his side road loathsome gluttony, Deformed creature, on a filthy swine: His belly was upblowen with luxury, And eke with fatness, swollen were his eine. And like a Crane, his neck was long and fine, With which he swallowed up excessive feast, For want of which, poor people oft did pine, And all the way most like a brutish swine, He spewed up his gorge, that all did him detest. Ed. Spencer. Fat paunches have lean pates, and dainty bits Make rich the ribs, but bankrupt quite the wits. W. Shakespeare. Your appetites O gluttons to content, The sacred breast of Thetis blew, is rend: The air must be dispeopled for your maws, The Phoenix sole can scarce escape your claws. Th. Hudson. Transl. Of little nature lives, superfluous meat But dulls the spirit, and doth the stomach fret. Idem. Who fareth finest, doth but feed, and overfeedeth oft, Who sleepeth softest doth but sleep, and sometimes oversoft. W. warner. — Excess doth work access to sin. Idem. O plague, O poison to the warlike state, Thou makest the noble hearts effeminate, While Rome was ruled by curio's and Fabrices, Who fed on roots, and sought not for delices. And when the only Cressons was the food, Most delicate to Persia than they stood In happy state, renowned in peace and war, And through the world their triumphs spread a far. But when they after in th'Assirian hall, Had heard the lessons of Sardanopall, And when the other given to belly-cheer, By Galba's, Nero's, victuals governed were, Who gloried more to fill a costly plate, Then kill a Pyrrhus or a Mithridate. Then both of them were seen for to be sacked By nations poor, whom they before had wracked. Th. Hudson. Transl. O glutton throats, O greedy guts profound, The chosen meats which in the world his bound, By th' Abderois invented, may not staunch Nor satisfy your foul devouring paunch, But must in Moluke seek the spices fine, Canary sugar, and the Candy wine. Idem. Fatness by nature (not immoderate) Kills not the wit, quells not the minds estate. But fatness by intemperance increased, When living man resembseth loathsome beast: And belly cheer, with greedy gluttony Is held the fullness of felicity. This maketh men addicted to the same, Dull in conceit, gross minded, worthy blame. Of such do Basis, Galen, Plato writ: That fattest belly hath the weakest spirit. D. Lodge. — O short, o dangerous madness, That in thy rage dost trusty Clitus smother, By his dear friend: Panthea by his mother. Frenzy, that makes the vaunter insolent, The talkefull blab, cruel and violent, The fornicator wax adulterous, Th'adulterer to become incestuous, With thy plagues leaven, swelling all our crimes Blind, shameless, senseless, quenching oftentimes The soul within itself: and oft defames The holiest men, with execrable flames. I. Silvester. Like as the must beginning to reboil, Makes his new vessel wood-bands to recoil: Lifts up his lees, and spews with fuming vent, From this tub ground his scumming excrement. So ruinist thou thy host, and foolishly From his heart's bottom drivest all secrecy. Idem. Good name. The voice that goeth of your unspotted fame, Is like a tender flower, that with the blast Of every little wind doth fade away. G. Gascoigne. Transl. The purest treasure mortal times afford, Is spotless reputation, that away, Men are but guilded trunks, or painted clay. W. Shakespeare. You cannot be too curious of you name, Fond show of ill (though still the mind be chaste) decay the credit oft that Ladies had, Sometimes the place presumes a wanton mind, Repair sometimes of some doth hurt their honour. Sometimes the light and garish proud attire, Persuades a yielding bent of pleasing youths. G. Gascoigne. Goodness. — Even with goodness men grow discontent. Where allare ripe to fall, and virtue spent. S. Daniel. Good things may scarce appear, But pass away with speedy wing. M. Roydon. Of God. I am that one, is, was, and aye shall be, Who create all of nought, as pleaseth me: I can destroy, I am the great and just, The fair, the good, the holy one to trust: Whose strong right hand this world hath set in frame. I plague my foe, and grant my servants grace, All those that knowledge me, and all their race. Th. Hudson. Transl. — How soever things in likelihood descent In birth, life, death, our God is first, the middle and event. And not what he can do he will, but what he will he can, And that he do or do it not, behoves us not to scan. W. Warner God first made Angels bodiless pure minds, Then other things, which mindless bodies be: Last he made man the Horizon twixt both kinds, In whom we do the world's abtidgement see. I. davies. How fond is that man in his fantasy Who thinks that Jove the maker of us all, The sun, the moon the stars celestial, So that no leaf without his leave can fall. Hath not in him omnipotence also, To guide and govern all things here below. G. Gascoigne. Transl. — Heaven is his seat, Th'earth his footstool, and the prison great. Of Pluto's reign, where damned souls are shut, Is of his anger evermore the but. I. Sylvester. Transl. — Full hard it is to read aright The secret meaning of the eternal might: That rules man's ways, and rules the thoughts of living wight. Ed. Spencer. The man of earth sounds not the seas profound Of Gods deep judgements, where there is no ground Let soberr●esse be still thy wisdoms end, Admiring that thou canst not comprehend. I. Sylvester. Tran. Under his feet (subjecteth to his grace, Sat nature, fortune, motion, time, and place. Ed. Fairfax. Tran. — Is there care in heaven? is there love In the heavenly spirits to these creatures base, That may compassion of their evils move? There is: else much more wretched were the case Of men, than beasts; but o the exceeding grace Of highest God, that loves his creature so: And all his works with mercy doth embrace. That blessed Angels he sends too and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe. Ed. Spencer. Our gracious God makes scant weight of displeasure, And spreads his mercy without weight or measure, I. Sylvester. The eternal power that guides the earthly frame, And serves him with the instrument of heaven: To call the earth, and summon up our shame: By an edict from everlasting given, Forbids mortality to search the same. Where sense is blind, and wit of wit bereaven: Terror must be our knowledge, fear our skill, To admire his work, and tremble at his will. S. Daniel. — Howsoever things in likely hood descent, In birth life, death, our god is first, the middle & event And not what he can do he will, but what he will he can, And that he do or do it not, behoves us not to scan. W. Warner. God may all that he wills, his will is just, God wills all good to them that in him trust. Th. Hudson. Transl. Where the almighty's lightning brand doth light, It dims the dazzled eyes, & daunts the senses quite Ed. Spencer. — The Gods are ever just, Our faults excuse their rigour must. S. Daniel. The Lord lawmaker just and righteous, Doth frame his laws not for himself but us: He frees himself; and flies with his powers wing, nowhere but where his holy will doth bring. All that he doth is good, because it doth proceed From him: that is the root of good indeed From him; that is the spring of righteousness: From him, whose goodness nothing can express. I. Sylvester. — Indeed the evil done Dies not when breath the body first doth leave, But from the grandsire to the nephews son, And all his seed the curse doth often cleave, Till vengeance utterly the guilt bereave: So straightly God doth judge. Ed. Spencer. There is no strength in armour, man or horse, Can vail, If Jove on wronged take remorse: For he on whom the deadly dart doth light, Can never scape by ransom, friend nor flight. I. Harr. Mir. of Mag. Eternal providence exceeding thought, Where none appears, can make herself away. Ed. Spencer. If Gods can their own excellence excel, It's in pardoning mortals that rebel. M. Drayton. God most doth punish, whom he most regardeth. S. I. Harr. Transl. — Where Gods do vengeance crave, It is not strong deensive walls that any thing can save. W. Warner. — God hath made a salve for every sore, If men would learn the same for to apply. S. I. Harr. Transl. Man purposeth, but all things are disposed By that great God that sits and rules above. Idem. What man is he that boasts of fleshly might, And vain assurance of mortality? Which all so soon as it doth come to fight, Against spiritual foes, yields by and by, Or from the field most cowardly doth fly? Ne let the man ascribe it to his skill, That though grace hath gained victory. If any sleight we have it is to ill, But all the good is Gods, both power and eke the will. Ed. Spencer. God never seeks by trial of temptation, To sound man's heart and secret cogitation. For well he knows man, and his eye doth see All thoughts of men, ere they conceived be. I. Sylvester. Transl. — God Conjoines no less our wills then bolds our hearts, A sure presage that he is on our parts. Th. Hudson. Tran. Our God is just, whose stroke delayed long, Doth light at last with pain more sharp and strong. I. H. M. of Magist. The misty clouds that fall sometime And overcast the skies: Are like to troubles of our time, Which do but dim our eyes. But as such dews are dried up quite When Phoebus shows his face: So are sad fancies put to flight, When God doth guide by grace. G. Gascoigne. God's mercy gently weighs his justice down. Th. A●helly. So blinds the sharpest counsel of the wise, This overshadowing providence on high: And dazzleth the clearest sighted eyes, That they see not how nakedly they lie. There where they little think the storm doth rise, And overcast their clear security. When man hath stopped all ways save only that, That (lest suspected) ruin enters at. S. Daniel. When Satan tempts he leads us unto hell, But God doth guide whereas no death doth dwell. When Satan tempts he seeks our faith to foil, But God doth seal it never to recoil. Satan suggesteth ill, good moves to grace, The devil seeks our baptism to deface. But God doth make our burning zeal to shine, Amongst the candles of his Church divine. I. Syl. Transl. — God's word (Which made the world, sustains and guides it still) To divers ends conducts both good and ill. He that prefers not God fore all his race, Amongst the sons of God deserves no place. And he that ploughs the furrows of God's field, May not turn back his fainting face nor yield. Idem. God with eternal bread in time of need, His loved Jacob forty years did feed. And gave them water from the solid stone, Which of itself had never moisture none. Their caps, their coats, and shoes that they did wear, God kept all fresh and new full forty year. Th. Hud. Tran. The most just God when once man's sins do grow Beyond the bounds of pardon and of grace: Because that men his judgements best may know: Like to his love, to rule on earth doth place Monsters most vile to tyrannize us so, With wrong the right, with lust laws to deface. For this said cause were Scylla sent and Marius, The Nerons both, and filthy minded Varius: For this Domitian held in Rome the reign, And Antoninus of that name the last: And Messinine a base unworthy swain. To place mankind in princely throne was placed: For this in Thebes did cruel Creon reign, With other tyrant's more in ages past. For this of late hath Italy been won, By men of Lombardie, of Goth and Hun. S. Daniel. Good deeds. Who would to God but works no good, who seeketh fame by ease, Comes short of both, no less than maps to very lands and seas. W. Warner. Good deeds in case that they be evil placed, Ill deeds are reckoned and soon disgraced. That is a good deed that prevents a bad. G. Chapman. Well doing, far exceedeth well to say. G. turbervile. Ill deeds may better the bad words be boar. Ed. Spencer. Let every one do all the good they can, or seldom cometh harm of doing well. Though just reward it wanteth now and than. Yet shame and evil death it doth expel: But he that mischieveth an other man, Seldom doth carry it to heaven or hell. Men say it, and we see it come to pass, Good turns in dust, and bad turns writ in glass. S. I. Harrington. Transl. Wretched is he that thinks by doing ill, His evil deeds long to conceal and hide: For though the voice and tongues of men be still, By fowls and beasts his sin shall be descried, And God oft worketh by his secret will, That sin itself, the sinner so doth guide, That of his own accord without request, He makes his wicked doings manifest. Idem. Our bodies buried, than our deeds ascend, Those deeds in life to worth can not be rated, In death with life, our fame even then is dated. M. Drayton. Greatness. Great things still o'erwhelm themselves by weight. E. Guilpin. Greatness like to the suns reflecting powers, The fire bred vapours naturally exhailes, And is the cause that oft the evening lours, When foggy mists enlarge their dusky sails. That his own beams he in the clouds impailes, And either must extinguish his own light, Or by his virtue cause his proper right. M. Drayton. To be huge is to be deadly sick. I. Marston. O blinded greatness, thou with thy turmoil, Still selling happy life, makest life a toil. S. Daniel. — He that strives to manage mighty things, Amidst his triumphs, bears a troubled mind: The greatest hope the greatest harvest brings, And poor men in content there glory find. D. L●dge. The man that furthereth other men to thrive, Of private greatness doth himself deprive. Th. Storer. Grief. Grief all in sables sorrowfully clad, Down hanging his dull head with heavy cheer, Yet inly beine more, then seeming sad, A pair of pincers in his hand he had. With which, he pinched people to the heart, That from thenceforth, a wretched life they lad: In wilful languor and consuming smart, Dying each day with impaired wounds of dolours dart. Ed. Spencer. Grief only makes his wretched state to see, (even like a top, which nought but whipping moves) This man, this talking beast, this walking tree, Grief is the stone, which finest judgements proves, For who grieves not, hath but a blockish brain, Since cause of grief we cause, from life removes. S. Ph. Sidney. — Griefs deadly sore, Unkindness breeds, unkindness fostereth hate. Idem. Grief to itself most dreadful doth appear, And never yet was sorrow void of fear: But yet in death, they both do hope the best. M. Drayton. Griefs be long lived, and sorrows seldom die. Idem. Grief hath two tongues, and never woman yet Can rule them both, without ten women's wit. W. Shakespeare. He oft finds medicine, who his griefs imparts, But double grief afflicts concealing hearts, As raging flames, who striveth to suppress. Ed. Spencer. Found never help, who never could his grief impart. Idem. No greater ease of heart the griefs to tell, It daunteth all the dolours of the mind: Our careful hearts thereby great comfort find. I. H. Mir. of Mag. An oven that is stopped, or river stayed, Burneth more hotly, swelleth with more rage: So of concealed grief it may be said. Free vent of words, loves fire doth assuage. But when the hearts attorney once is mute, The Client breaks, as desperate in his suit. W. Shakespeare. No one thing doth avail man more, To cure a grief, and perfectly to heal it, Then if he do unto some friends reveal it. S. I. Harr. Transl. — Grief it is enough to vexed wight, To feel his fault and not be farther vexed. Fd. Spencer. — Some grief shows much of love, But much to grief shows still some want of wit. W. Shakespeare. — Great grief can not be told, And can more easily be thought then found. Ed. Sp. Pain. Thou pain, the only guest of loathed constraint, The child of curse, man's weakness foster child, Brother to woe, and father of complaint, Thou pain, thou loathed pain from heaven exiled. H. C. The scourge of life, and deaths extreme disgrace, The smoke of hell, that monster's called pain. Idem. The thing that grievous were to do or bear Them to renew, I wots breeds no delight. Ed. Spencer. True grief is fond, and testy as a child, Who wayward once, his mood with nought agrees, Old woes not infant sorrows bear them mild, Continuance tames the one, the other wild, Like an unpractised swimmer plunging still With too much labour drowns for want of skill. W. Shakespeare. Pain pays the income of each precious thing. W. Sh. Heaven. From hence with grace and goodness compassed round God ruleth, blesseth, keepeth, all he wrought: Above the air, the fire, the sea, and ground, Our sense, our wit, our reason, and our thought: Where persons three, with power and glory crowned, Are all one God, who made all things of nought. Under whose feet subjecteth to his grace, Sat nature, fortune, motion, time, and place. This is the place from whence like smoke and dust Of this frail world, the wealth, the pomp, the power He tosseth, humbleth, turneth as he lust, And guides our life, our end, our death and hour: No eye (how ever virtuous, pure and just) Can view the brightness, of that glorious bower, On every side the blessed spirirs be Equal in joys, though differing in degree. E. Fairfax. Transl. In this great temple, richly beautified, Paved all with stars, dispersed on sapphire flower, The clerk is a pure angel sanctified, The judge our high Messias full of power, The Apostles, his assistance, every hour The jury Saints, the verdict Innocent, The Sentence, Come ye blessed to my tent. The spear that pierced his side, the writing Pen, Christ's blood the ink, red ink for Prince's name, The veils great breach, the miracles for men, The sight is show of them that long dead came From their old graves, restored to living fame. And that last signet passing all the rest, Our souls discharged by Consumatum est. Here endless joy is, there perpetual cheer, Their exercise, sweet songs of many parts, Angels the quire, whose symphony to hear, Is able to provoke conceiving hearts, To misconceive of all enticing arts. The dirty praise, the subject is the Lord, That tunes their gladsome spirit to this accord. Th. Storer. What so the heavens in their secret doom, Ordained have, how can frail fleshly wight Forecast, but it must needs to issue come. Ed. Spencer. What in the heavenly parliament above, Is written by the finger of the first, Mortals may feel, but never can remove, For they are subject to the heavens worst. I. Markham. By mortal law the bond may be divorced, The heavens decrees by no means can be forced. M. Drarton. In vain doth man contend against the stars, For what he seeks to make, his wisdom mars. S. Daniel. — human wishes never have the power To hurt or hast the course of heaven one hour. Th. Hudson. Transl. Experience proves, and daily it is seen, In vain (too vain) man strives against the heavens. G. Gascoigne. It is most true, that eyes are bound to serve The inward part, and that th'heavenly part Ought to be King, from whose rules who doth swerver, Rebels to nature, strive for their own smart. True that true beauty, virtue is indeed, Whereof this beauty can be but a shade: Which elements, with mortal mixture breed, True that on earth we are but pilgrims made, And should in soul up to our country move. S. Ph. Sidney. Heaven is our home, we are but strangers here. M. Drayton. The heavens, earth, and air, and seas and all, Taught men to see, but not to shun their fall. S. Daniel. Things which presage both good and ill there be, Which heaven foreshows, yet will not let us see. M. Drayton. From them comes good, from them comes also ill, That which they made, who can them warn to spill. Ed. Spencer. In vain be arms, when heaven becomes thy foe. Idem. Look when the heavens are to justice bend, All things be turned to our just punishment. Idem. All powers are subject to the power of heaven, Nor wrongs pass unrevenged, although excused. Idem. Would heaven her beauty should be hid from sight, Near would she thus adorn herself with light, With sparkling Lamps; nor would she paint her throne But she delighted to be gazed upon. And when the glorious sun goes down, Would she put on her starry bestudded crown, And in her masking sure, the spangled sky Come forth to bride it with her revellry, Heavens gave this gift to all things in creation, That they in this should imitate their fashion. Idem. M Drayton. heavens influence was never constant yet, In good or bad, as to continue it. Th. Kyd. If thou be wise hold this as ominous, The heavens not like disposed every hour, The stars be still predominant in us: Fortune not alway forth her bag doth power, Nor every cloud doth rain a golden shower. M. Drayton. Heart. Free is the Heart, the temple of the mind, The sanctuary sacred from above, Where nature keeps the keys that lose and bind, No mortal hand force, open can that door, So close shut up, and lock to all mankind. S. Daniel. The body's wound, by medicines may be eased, But griefs of heart, by salves are not appeased. R. Greene. By thought of heart, the speech of tongue is carried. S. I. Harr. Tran. — Happiness, vid. felicity. Hate. Hate is the elder, love the younger brother, Yet is the younger stronger in his state Then th'elder, and him mastereth still in all debate. Ed. Spencer. Nor Hate nor love, did ever judge aright, Innated hate will hardly be displaced Out of high hearts, and chief where debate Happeneth amongst great persons of estate. I. H. Myrrh. of M. Hatred must be beguiled by some new course, Where states are strong, & Princes doubt their force. S. Daniel. Spite bites the dead, that living never dared. Ed. Spencer. Seldom doth malice want a mean to work. M. Drayton. Hate hits the high, and winds force tallest towers▪ Hate is peculiar to a Prince's state. R. Greene. Hatred accompanies prosperity, For one man grieveth at an others good: And so much more we think o●r misery, The more that fortune hath with others stood. So that we seld are seen as wisdom would, To bridle time with reason as we should. Th. Kyd. Haste. Oft times the greatest haste the worse speeds. S. I. Harr. Transl. As busy brains must beat on tickle toys, As rash invention breeds a raw device: So sudden falls do hinder hasty joys, And as swift baits do fleetest fish entice, So haste makes waste, and therefore now I say, No haste but good, where wisdom bears the sway. G. Gascoigne. The swiftest bitch brings forth the blindest whelps, The hottest fevers coldest cramps ensue. The nakedst need, hath over-latest helps. Idem. Hasty respect, reputes when 'tis too late. I. Markeham. Rashness sees all, but nothing can prevent. M. Drayton. Forejudging, puts out one of wisdoms eyes. — If by rashness valour have got honour, We blame the rashness, but reward the valour. Ch. Fitz Jeffrey. O rash false heat wrapped in repentance cold, Thy haste springs still blood, and near grows old. W. Sh. Hell. An hideous hole all vast withouten shape, Of endless depth, o'erwhelmed with ragged stone: With ugly mouth and grifly jaws doth gape, And to our sight confounds itself in one. Here entered we, and yeeding forth anon An horrible loathly lake we might discern As black as pitch, that cleped is Avernus, A deadly gulf, where nought but rubbish grows, With foul black swelth in thickened lumps that lies: Which up in th'air such stinking vapour throws. That over, there may fly no fowl but dies, Choked with th'pestilent savours that arise. M. Sackuile. Thence come we to the horror and the hell, The large great kingdoms and the dreadful reign, Of Pluto in his throne where he did dwell, The wide waste places and the huge plain: The wailings, shrieks, and sundry sorts of pain. The sighs, the sobs, the deep and deadly groan, Earth, air, and all resounding plain and moan. Idem. Then turning back, in silence soft they stole, And brought the heavy course with easy pace, To yawning gulf of deep avernus hole, And by that same an entrance dark and base, With smoke and Sulphur hiding all the place, Descends to hell, their creature never passed, That back returned without heavenly grace. But dreadful furies, which their chains have braced, And damned sprights, sent forth to make ill men aghast. Ed. Spencer. — Darksome den of Avernus where's no path to return, nor starting holes to be scaping, Destiny, death, and hell, and howling hideous hellhound, Loathsome streams of Styx, that nine times compass Auernu●. Ab. France. They pass the bitter waves of Acheron, Where many souls sit wailing woefully: And come to fiery flood of Phlegeton, Whereas the damned ghosts in torments fry, And with sharp shrilling shrieks do bootless cry: Cursing high Jove, the which them thither sent. Ed. Spencer. About the desert parts of Greece there is a valley low, To which the roaring waters fall, that from the mountains flow● So rocks do overshadow it, that scarce a man may view The open air, no sun shines there; amidst this darkesom cre● Doth stand a city, to the same belongs one only gate, But one at once may come thereto, the entrance is so straight. Cut out the rough main stony rock: this city did belong To Pluto, and because that he was doing always wrong, And kept a thievish rabble that in mischief did excel, His citizens were devils said, and city named hell. W. Warner. Honour. In woods, in waves, in wars doth honour dwell, And will be found with petal and with pain: Ne can the man that moulds in idle cell Unto her happy mansion attain, Before her gate high God did sweat ordain, And wakeful watches ever to abide. Ed. Spencer. Honour is purchas'de by the deeds we do. Ch. Marlowe. — Honour is not won Until some honourable deed be done. Idem. Danger bids seek the softest way one way. But what saith honour? honour saith not so. Never retire with shame; this honour saith: The worst that can befall one, is but death. S. I. Harr. In brave pursuit of honourable deed, There is I know not what great difference Between the vulgar and the common seed, Which unto things of valorous pretence Seems to be borne by native influence: As feats of arms, and love to entertain, But chief skill to ride, doth seem a science, Proper to gentle blood; some others feign. To manage steed. etc. Ed. Spencer. — Ever great employment for the great, Quickens the blood, and honour doth beget. S. Daniel. — Promotion is a puff, These worldly honours are but shades of sweet: Who seek too much before they get enough, Before they meet the mean, with death they meet. With death they meet the haven of all desire, Where will must wa●ne, and pride cannot aspire. D. Lodge. Honour a thing without us, not our own. S. D. What doth avail to have a princely place, A name of honour, and an high degree: To come by kindred of a noble race, Except we princely worthy noble Bee, The fruit declares the goodness of the tree. Do brag no more of birth or lineage than, Sith virtue, grace, and manners make the man. M. of M. Search all thy books, and thou shalt find therein, That honour is more hard to hold then win. G. Gascoigne. Defeated honour never more is to be got again. W. Warner. — Vile is honour, and a little vain, The which true worth and danger do not gain. S. Daniel. Virtue can bear what can on virtue fall. Who cheapneth honour must not stand on price. M. Drayton. It most behoves the honourable race Of mighty peers, true wisdom to sustain: And with their noble countenance to grace The learned foreheads without gifts or gain. Or rather learned themselves behoves to be, That is the garland of nobility. Ed. Spencer. — If that honour have one minutes stain, An hundred years scant can it cleanse again. S. I. H. Transl. A shame to fetch our long descent from kings, And from great Jove derive our pedigree: The brave atchiements of an hundred things, Breathing vain boasts the world to terrify, If we ourselves do blot with infamy. And stain the right and honour that is theirs, Men cannot leave their virtues to their heirs. M. Drayton. Honour is grounded on the tickle ice. The purest lawn most apt for every spot. Idem. honours shade, thrusts honours substance from his place. I. Marston. Honour by due right is virtues hire. Th. Watson. Honours without employment of estate, Are like to sunbeams without heat or light: A noble man and not a magistrate Shines half eclipsed in his clearest bright. join heavenly gifts to earthly, light to light. Let these great excellencies make a truce, Fortune shall need no wheele-wright for her use. Th. Storer. Great is the choice that grows in youthful mind, When honour falls at variance with affection: Nor could it yet be known or well defined, Which passion keeps the other in subjection. Both do allure, both doth the judgements blind, Both do corrupt the heart with strong infection. Yet lo sometimes these hurts procure our weal, Even as one poison doth another heal. S. I. Harr. Transl. The fiery sparkling precious Chrysolite Spangled with gold, doth most transplendent shine: The pearl graced by the ring, the ring by it, The one, the others beauty doth refine: And both together beauties do combine. The jewel decks the golden hair that wears it, Honour decks learning, that with honour rears it. Ch. Fitz. The inward touch that wounded honour bears, Rests closely rankling, and can find no ease, Till death of one side cure this great disease. S. Daniel. Hope. Faith's younger sister that Speranza hight, Was clad in blue, that her beseemed well: Not all so cheerful seemed she of sight As was her sister: whether dread did dwell Or anguish in her heart, is hard to tell: Upon her arm a silver anchor lay, Whereon she leaned ever as befell. And ever up to heaven as she did pray, Her eyes were bend, ne swerved other way. Ed. Spencer. — Hope a handsome maid, Of cheerful look and lovely to behold: In silken Samite she was light arrayed, And her fair locks were woven up in gold: She alway smiled, and in her hand did hold An holy water sprinkle, dipped in dew, With which she sprinkled favours manifold. On whom she list, and did great liking show, Great liking unto many, but true love to few. Idem. True hope is swift, and flies with swallows wings, Kings it makes Gods, and meaner creatures Kings. W. Shakespeare. Wan Hope poor soul, on broken anchor sits Wring his arms, as rob of his bliss. D. Lodge. What better emperor can the body hold, Then sacred Hope? the element from whence, Virtue is drawn fresh looking, never old: Matter most worthy of a strong defence. It animates young men, and makes them bold, Arming their hearts with holy influence, It like a seal in tender thoughts doth press The perfect Image of all happiness. L. Markham. — Hope is double, and hath double power, As being mortal, and immortal framed: In th'one she's movelesse, certain every hour: In th'other doubtful, and incertain named. Th'immortal Hope rains in a holy bower, In earthy closures is the mortal tamed. And these two contraries, where ere they meet, Double delight, and make our thoughts more sweet. Idem. He that hopes least, leaves not to hope at all, But hopes the most, hoping so little hope, Augmenting of our hope, makes hope grow small, And taking from it, gives it greater scope. The desperate man which in despair doth fall, Hopes by that end ill fortune to revoke, And to this hope belongs a second part, Which we call confidence, which rules the heart. This second part of hope, this confidence, Doth Tully call a virtue that doth guide The Spirit to an honest residence, Without whose aid, no pleasure will abide In our world-wearied flesh. I. Markeham. All men are guests where hope doth hold the feast. G. Gascoigne. Such is the weakness of all mortal hope, So tickle is the state of earthly things, And brings us bale and bitter sorrowings, That ere they come unto their aimed scope, They fall too short of our frail reckonings, In stead of comfort which we should embrace. This is the death of Keysars and of Kings, Let none therefore that is in meaner place, Too greatly grieve at any unlucky case. Ed. Spencer. Unworthy they of grace, whom one denial Excludes from fairest hope, without farther trial. Idem. Hope like the hyena coming to be old, altars his shape, is turned to despair. H. C. Sorrow doth utter what us still doth grieve, But hope forbids us sorrow to believe. Idem. — Our hopes good deceives us, But that we would forego that seldom leaves us. Idem. None without great hopes will follow such, Whose power and honour doth not promise much. S. Daniel. Who nothing hopes, let him despair in nought. Th. Achelly. To live in hope of that they mean to give, Is to deceive ourselves, and not to live. D. Lodge. Hope lost, breeds grief, grief pain, and pain disease. Th. Watson. Our haps do turn as chances on the die. Nor let him from his hope remove, That under him, hath moved the stars above. M. Drayton. Hope and have, in time a man may gain any woman. A. France. Hope well, fear not, mark this, be wise, Droop not, for to despair, is to die twice. Ignoto. Bad haps are holp with hap and good belief. S. I. Harrington. Transl. O Hope, how cunning with our cares to gloze? Griefs breathing point, the true man to desire, The rest in sighs, the very thoughts repose, As thou art mild, oh wert thou not a liar? Fair speaking flattery subtle soothing guile: Ah Hope, in thee our sorrows sweetly smile. M. Drayton. Humility. He was an aged sire, hoary grey, With looks full lowly cast, and gate full slow, Want on a staff his feeble steps to stay, Height Humilta: they pass in stooping low, For strait and narrow was the way that he did show. Ed. Spencer. Humility to heaven, the step, the stair Is, for devotion, sacrifice, and prayer. M. Drayton. The bending knee in safety still doth go, When others stumble, as too stiff to bow. Idem. As on the unsavoury stock, the lily is borne, And as the Rose grows on the pricking thorn, So modest life with sobs of grievous smart, And cries devout, comes from an humble heart. Th. Hudson. Transl, More honour in humility, than safety in walls, Proud livers prove not monuments, save only in their falls. W. Warner. Ah God shield man that I should climb, and learn to look aloft: This reed is ripe, that oftentime: great climbers fall unsoft. In humble dale is footing fast, the trod is not so fickle: And though one fall through heedless haste, yet is his miss not much. Ed. Spencer. The lowly heart doth win the love of all, But pride at last, is sure of shameful fall. G. Tur. Hypocrisy. — Hypocrisy hath bred of Godlike devils store, That speak to serve, that serve to shift, that shift to spare by guile, And smooth and sooth, and yet deceive, with scriptum est mean while. W. Warner. But let them heave their hands to heaven, they show they're here in hell, That seem devout to cloak deceit, and say, but do not well. Idem. Who cloaks their minds in hoods of holiness Are double villains, and the Hypocrite Is most odious in Gods glorious sight, That takes his name to cover wickedness. I. Syl. Many use temples to set godly faces On impious hearts; those sins use most excess, That seek their shrouds in feigned holiness. G. Chapman. Vide. Dissimulation. jealousy. She seemed of woman's shape, but in her head A thousand eyes she had that watch did keep: As many ears with which she hearkened, Her eyes want lids, and therefore never sleep. In stead of hair, her crown snakes overspread. Thus marched she forth of the darkness deep, Her tail one serpent bigger than the rest, Which she with knots fastened about her breast. S. I. Harrington. Transl. A monster, others harm, self misery Beauties plague, virtues scourge, succour of lies. Who since he hath by nature's special grace, So piercing paws as spoil, when they embrace, So nimble feet, as stir though still on thorns. So many men seeking their own woe. So ample ears that never good news kowes Is it not ill that such a beast want hotness? S. Ph. Sidney. O hateful hellish snake what fury first Broughr thee from baleful house of Proserpina? Where in her bosom she the long had nursed, And fostered up with bitter milk of time, Fowl jealousy that turnest love divine. To day less dread, and makest the living heart With hateful thoughts to languish and to pine, And feed itself with self consuming smart, Of all the passions in the mind, thou viler art. Ed. Spencer. O jealousy, daughter of envy and love, Most wayward issue of a gentle sire Fostered with fears thy father's joys to prove, Mirth marring monster, borne in subtlety, Hateful unto thyself, flying thy own desire, Feeding upon suspect that doth renew thee, Happy were lovers, if they never knew thee. Thou hast a thousand gates thou interest by, Condemning trembling passions to our heart. Hundred eyed Argus, ever making spy, Pale hag, infernal fury, pleasures smart: Envious observer, prying in every part, Suspicions fearful, gazing still about the heart. O would to God that love could be without thee. S. Daniel. A new disease? I know not, new, or old; But it may well be termed, poor mortal plain. For like the pestilence, it doth infect The houses of the brain: first it gins Solely to work upon the fantasy, Filling her seat with such pestiferous air, As soon corrupts the judgement, and from thence Sends like contagion to the memory, Still each of other taking like infection, Which as a searching vapour spreads itself, Confusedly through every sensive part, Till not a thought or motion in the mind, Be far from the black poison of suspect. B. Johnson. Where love doth reign, disturbing jealousy, Doth call himself affection's sentinel, And in a peaceful hour, doth cry kill, kill, Distempering gentle love with his desire, As air and water doth abate the fire: This sound informer, this bare-breeding spy, This canker that eats up this tender spring, This carry-tale, discentios jealousy. W. Shakespeare. Fowl weatherd jealousy to a forward spring, Makes weeds grow rank, but spoils a better thing. sows tars 'gainst harvest in the fields of love, And dogged humour dog-days like doth prove, Scorching loves glorious world with glowing tongue, A serpent by which love to death is stung A foe to waste his pleasant summer bowers, Ruin his mansions, and deface his bowers. E. Guilpin. Pale jealousy child of insatiate love, Of heartsicke thoughts, which melancholy bred, A hell tormenting fear, no faith can move: By discontent with deadly poison fed, With heedless youth and error vainly led. A mortal plague, a virtue drowning flood, A hellish fire, not quenched but with blood. M. Drayton. What state of life more pleasant can we find, Then these that true and hearty love do bear? Whom that sweet yoke doth fast together bind, That man in paradise first learned to wear. Were not some so tormented in their mind With that same vile suspect that filthy fear, That torture great, that foolish phrenezie, That raging madness, called jealousy, For every other sour that gets a place To seat itself amidst this pleasant sweet, Helps in the end to give a greater grace, And make loves joys more gracious than they were, He that abstains from sustenance a space, Shall find both bread and water relish sweet. S. I. Harr. Transl. — Jealousy is Cupid's food, For the swift steed runs not so fast alone, As when some other strive him to out go. Ed. Fairfax. Transl. Love wakes the jealous eye, lest then it moves The jealous eye, the more it looks it loves. S. Ph. Sidney. — No jealousy can that prevent, Whereas two parties once be full content. Idem. Impatience changeth smoke to flame, but jealousy to hell. W. Warner. On love, says some, waits jealousy, but jealousy wants love When curiously the overplus doth idle quarrels move. Idem. — Where jealousy is bred, Horns in the mind, are worse than horns in the head. B. Johnson. That canker-worm, that monster jealousy, Which eats the heart, and feeds upon the gall, Turning all loves delight to misery, Through fear of losing his felicity. Ed. Spencer. Shun jealousy that hart-breake love, if cat will go to kind, Be sure that Io hath a means, that Argus shall be blind. W. Warner. True love doth look with pale suspicious eye, Take away love, if you take jealousy. M. Drayton. No beast is fierer than a jealous woman. S. Daniel. Idleness. Pride's coach was drawn of six unequal beasts, On which her six sage counsellors did ride: Taught to obey her bestial behests, With like conditions to their kinds applied. Of which the first that all the rest did guide, Was sluggish idleness, the nurse of sin, Upon a slothful ass he chose to ride, Arrayed in habit black and amiss thin, Like to an holy monk, the service to begin. Ed. Spencer. — Idleness pure innocence subverts, Defiles our body, and our soul perverts: Yea soberest men it makes delicious, To virtue dull, to vice ingenious. I. Syl. Transl. — Ill humours by excessive ease are bred, And sloth corrupts and chokes the vital sprights, It kills the memory, and hurts the sights. D. Lodge. — Drowsy sloth that counterfeiteth lame With snail like motion measuring the ground: Having her arms in willing fetters bound. Fowl, sluggish drone, barren (but sin to breed) Diseased, beggar, starved with sinful need. I. Silvester. If thou fly idleness, Cupid hath no might, His bow lieth broken, his torch hath no light. Ignorance. At last with creeping crooked pace forth came An old old man, with beard as white as snow: That on a staff his feeble limbs did frame, And guide his weary gate both too and fro. For his eye sight him failed long ago, And on his arm a bunch of keys he bore, The which unused, rust did overgrow. But very uncouth sight was to behold How he did fashion his untoward pace: For a● he forward moved his footing old, So backward still was turned his wrinkled face● Unlike to men who ever as they trace Both feet and face one way are wont to lead, His name Ignaro, did his nature right aread. Ed. Spencer. Image of hellish horror, Ignorance, Borne in the bosom of the black abyss, And fed with fury's milk for sustenance, Of his weak infancy begot amiss: By gnawing sloth, upon his mother night, So he his sons, both sire and brother hight. Idem. — All is turned into wilderness, Whilst Ignorance the Muses doth oppress. Idem. — Hell and darkness and the grisly grave, Is Ignorance, the enemy of grace: That minds of men borne heavenly, doth deface. Idem. 'tis nought but shows that Ignorance esteems The thing possessed, is not the thing it seems. S. Daniel. — Great ill upon desert doth chance, When it doth pass by beastly Ignorance. M. Dray. Impatience. Impatience ehangeth smoke to flame, but jealousy to hell. W. Warner. Make not thy grief too great by thy suppose, Let not Impatience aggravate thy woes. D. Lodge. Infamy. — To attempt high dangers evident, Without constraint or need is infamy. And honour turns to rashness in th'event: And who so dares, not caring how he dares, Sells virtues name, to purchase foolish cares. I. Markham. — Reproach A vile disease that never time can cure. M. Drayton. Sin in a chain leads on her sister shame, And both in gives fast fettered to defame. Idem. Thy name once foiled, incurable the blot, Thy name defaced which touched with any stain, And once supplanted never grows again. 'Gainst open shame no text can well be cited, The blow once given cannot be evited. M. Drayton. Ingratitude. Unthankfulness is that great sin, Which made the devil and his angels fall: Lost him and them the joys that they were in, And now in hell detains them bound and thrall. S. I. Harr. Transl. Thou hateful monster base Ingratitude, Souls mortal poison, deadly kill wound: Deceitful serpent seeking to delude, Black loathsome ditch, where all desert is drowned: Vile pestilence, which all things dost confound. At first created to no other end, But to grieve those, whom nothing could offend. M. Drayton. Ingrateful who is called, the worst of ill is spoken. S. Phil. Sidney. 'tis true that slave whom Pompey did promote, Was he, that first assayed to cut his throat. D. Lodge. innocency. A plaint of guiltless hurt doth pierce the sky. S. Phil. Sidney. Seldom untouched doth innocency escape, When error cometh in good counsels shape. A lawful title, counterchecks proud might, The weakest things, become strong props to right. M. Drayton. Pure Innocence seldom suspecteth aught. Idem. A guiltless mind doth easily deem the best. M. of M. The lion licks the sores of silly wounded sheep, The dead man's course doth cause the crocodile to weep: The waves that wast the rocks refresh the rotten weeds, Such ruth the wrack of innocence in cruel creatures breeds. M. of M. Well gave that judge his doom upon the death Of Titus Laelius that in bed was slain: When every wight the cruel murder laith To his two sons that in his chamber lay, That judge that by the proof perceiveth plain That they were found fast sleeping in their bed, Hath deemed them guiltless of this bloody shed. He thought it could not be that they which broke The laws of God and man in such outrage, Can so forth with themselves to rest betake: He rather thought the horror and the rage Of such an heinous gilt, could never suage. Nor never suffer them to sleep or rest, Or dreadless breath one breath out of their breast. M. Sackuile. Inconstancy. Unto the world such is inconstancy, As sap to tree, as apple to the eye. D. Lodge. joy. All like as sicker as the end of woe is joy, And glorious light to obscure night doth tend, So extreme joy in extreme woe doth end. M. of M. For why extremes are haps racked out of course, By violent might far swinged forth perforce: Which as they are piercingst they violentest move: For that they are near to cause that doth them shove. So soonest fall from that their highest extreme, To th'other contrary that doth want of mean, So laughed he erst that laughed out his breath. Idem. The pleasing means bided not the luckiest ends, Nor aye, found treasure to like pleasure tends. Mirth means not mirth always thrice happy line Of wit to shun th'excess that all desire. Idem. joy lighteneth woe, woe joy doth moderate. M. Drayton. joy is forgetful, weal thinks not of woe. Idem. — Joy ascends, but sorrow sinks below. Ch. Fitz. Fruits follow flowers, and sorrow greatest joys. As sudden grief, so sudden joy doth kill. Th. Achelly. The Roman widow died when she beheld Her son who erst she counted slain in field. G. Gascoigne. — Excessive joy Leapeth and likes finding the Appian way Too straight for her: whose senses all possess All wished pleasure, in all plenteousness. I. Sylvester. Injustice. Injustice never yet took lasting root. Nor held that long, impiety did win. S. Daniel. So foul a thing, o thou injustice art, That tormentest both the doer and distressed: For when a man hath done a wicked part, O how he strives to excuse, to make the best: To shift the fault t'vnburden his charged heart. And glad to find the least surmise of rest. And if he could make his, seem others sin, O what repose, what ease he finds therein. Idem. Injustice never escapes unpunished still, Though men revenge not, yet the heavens will. Idem. justice. Now when the world with sin 'gan to abound, Astraea loathing longer here to space 'mongst wicked men in whom no truth she found, Returned to heaven whence she derived her race, Where she hath now an everlasting place. 'mongst those twelve signs which rightly we do see, The heavens bright shining baldric to inchace: And is the virgin sixth in her degree, And next herself, her righteous balance hanging be. Ed. Spencer. Then justice comes the last of all the gods, That left her residence here on the earth: For lack of whom the world grew all at odds, And man to man curses each others birth. For then usurping wrong succeeded strait, That no man knew how long to hold his right: Then calls the world for justice back again, Complaining how they now were overrun, And they would suffer any scourging pain, In penance for those sins themselves had done. For that their wickedness did force that power To leave the seat whereas she sat before, Whereas the Gods did in their courts decree, justice should be transformed to the stars: There foolish men might every minute see Her that should help these miseries of theirs, But stand like Tantalus within those brinks, Where he sees water, but yet never drinks. Ch. Middleton. — Fair Astraea of the Titans line, Whom equity and justice made divine. M. Drayton. — Well did the antic world invent, That justice was a God of sovereign grace, And Altars unto him and temples lent, And heavenly honours in the highest place. Calling him, great Osiris of the race, Of th'old Egyptian Kings, that whilom were, With feigned colours shading a true case: For that Osiris whilst he lived here, The justest man alive and truest did aspire. His wife was Isis, whom they likewise made A goddess of great power and sovereignty: And in her person cunningly did shade, That part of justice which is equity. Ed. Spencer. Until the world from his perfection fell, Into all filth and foul iniquity: Astraea here 'mongst earthly men did dwell, And in the rules of justice then and stumbled well. Idem. Where justice grows, there grows eke quiet grace, The which doth quench the brand of hellish smart, And that accursed hand-writing doth deface. Idem. — Sparing justice, feeds iniquity. W. Shakespeare. The first was Bacchus, that with furious might, All th'east before vntam'de did overrun, And wrong repressed and established right, Which lawless men had formerly foredone, Their justice forced her princely rule begun. Next Hercules, his like ensample showed, Who all the west with equal conquest won. And monstrous tyrants with his club subdued, The club of justice dread, with kingly power endued. Ed. Spencer. Who so upon himself will take the skill, And justice unto people to divide, Had need of mighty hands for to fulfil That which he doth, with righteous doom decide, And for to master wrong and puissant pride: For vain it is to deem of things aright, And make wrong doers justice to deride Unless it be performed with dreadless might, For power is the right-hand of justice truly height. Idem. Offences urged in public, are made worse, The show of justice aggravates despite: The multitude that look not to the cause, Rest satisfied, so it be done by laws. S. Daniel. It often falls in course of common life, That right long time is overborne of wrong, Through avarice or power, or guile, or strife, That weakens her, and makes her party strong, But justice though her doom she do prolong. Yet at the last she will her own cause right. Fd. Spencer. Good causes need not curious terms, & equal judges hear The equity, not eloquence. W. Warner. Who passeth judgement for his private gain, He well may judge he is adjudged to pain. R. Greene. Kings. King's are the god's vicegerents on the earth, The Gods have power, Kings from that power have might: Kings should excel in virtue and in birth: Gods punish wrongs, & kings should maintain right, They be the suns from which we borrow light, And they as Kings, should still in justice strive With Gods, from whom their beings they derive. M. Drayton. The base is he coming from a King, To shame his hopes with deeds degenerate: The mightier man, the mightier is the thing, That makes him honoured, or begets him hate: For greater scandal waits on greater state. The moon being clouded, presently is missed, But little stars may hide them where they list. The crow may bathe his coal-black wing in mire, And unperceived, fly with the filth away, But if she like the snow white swan desire, The stain upon his silver down will stay, Poor grooms are sightles nights, kings glorious day. Gnats are unnoted wheresoever they fly, But Eagles are gazed upon with every eye. W. Shakespeare. — Since the heavens strong arms teach Kings, to stand, Angels are placed about the glorious throne, To guard it from the strokes of traitorous hand. Th. Dekkar. When thou becomest an earthly God, men's faults to oversee, Forget not that eternal God, that overlooketh thee. W. Warner. The least part of a King is allowing him, and none Less private than a Prince, the weal or woe of every one. Idem. He and his people make but one, a body, weak or strong, As doth the head, the limbs, or limbs the head assist, or wrong. Idem. Kings, Lords of times and of occasions, May take th'advantage when and how they list. S. Daniel. King's will be alone, Competitors must down, Near death he stands, that stands to wear a crown. Idem. — It is a dangerous thing In rule of love, but once to cross a King. M. Drayton. Endless cares concur with crowns, a bitter sweeting is reign. W. Warner. Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed King: The breath of worldly men cannot depose The deputy elected by the Lord. W. Shakespeare. He knows not what it is to be a King, That thinks a sceptre is a pleasant thing. R. Greene. A glittering crown doth make the hair soon grey, Within whose circle, a king is but arrested, In all his feasts he's but with sorrow feasted, And when his feet disdain to touch the mould, His head's a prisoner in a jail of Gold. M. Drayton. Unhappy Kings that never can be taught, To know themselves, or to discern their fault. S. Daniel. — No outrageous thing From vassal actors can be wiped away, The King's misdeeds can not be hid in clay. W. Shakespeare. No sceptre serves dishonour to excuse, Nor kingly vail can cover villainy. Fame is not subject to authority. M. Drayton. — Think not but Kings are men, and as the rest miscarry, Save that their fame and infamy continually doth tarry. W. Warner. King's want no means to accomplish what they will, M. Drayton. Mislikes are silly lets where Kings resolve them, Where counsel chase will hath empery, Deeds are too priest for reason to dissolve them, In mighty minds a grounded vanity. Like springs that ceassesse never stoppeth, Until her neighbour oak she overtoppeth. D. Lodge. — Great men too well graced, much rigour use, Presuming favourites mischief ever bring: So that concluding, I may boldly speak, Minions too great, argue a king too weak. S. Daniel. New kings do fear when old kings farther strain, Established state to all things will consent. Idem. — Good from kings must not be drawn by force. Idem. A sceptre like a pillar of great height, Whereon a mighty building doth depend: Which when the same is overpress with weight, And past his compass forced thereby to bend. His massy roof down to the ground doth send. Crushing the lesser part, and murdering all Which stand within the compass of his fall. M. Drayton. Too true that tyrant Dyonisyus Did picture out the image of a king: When Damocles was placed in his throne, And o'er his head a threatening sword did hang, Fastened up only by a horse's hair. R. Greene. Kingdoms. A rule there is, not failing but most sure, Kingdom no kin doth know, ●e can endure. M. of M. Thebes, Babel, Rome, these proud heaven daring wonders Lo under ground in dust and ashes lie, For earthly kingdoms, even as men do die. I. Sylvester. Transl. If thou wilt mighty be, fly from the rage Or cruel will, and see thou keep thee free From the fowl yoke of sensual bondage: For though thy Empire stretcheth to Indian sea, And for thy fear trembleth the farthest Thisce, If thy desire have over thee the power, Subject than art thou, and no governor. E. of Surrey. Knowledge. Through knowledge we behold the world's creation, How in his cradle first he fostered was: And judge of nature's cunning operation, How things she form of a formless mass. By knowledge we do learn ourselves to know, And what to man, and what to God we own: From hence we mount aloft unto the sky, And look into the crystal firmament: There we behold the heavens great hierarchy. The stars pure light, the spheres swift movement, The spirits and intelligences fair: And Angels waiting on th'almighties chair. And there with humble mind and high in sight, Th'eternal makers majesty we view, His love, his faith, his glory and his might, And mercy more than mortal men can view. Ed. Spencer. Soul of the world, knowledge withouten thee, What hath the earth that's truly glorious. Why should our pride make such a stir to be, To be forgot? What good is like to this? To do worthy the writing, and to write, Worthy the reading, and the world's delight. S. Daniel. What difference twixt man and beast is left, When th'heavenly light of knowledge is put out, And the ornaments of wisdom are bereft? Then wandereth he in error and in doubt, Unwitting of the danger he is in, Through fleshless frailty, and deceit of sin. Ed. Spencer. — Our new knowledge hath for tedious train, A drooping life, an overracked brain: A face forlorn, a sad and sullen fashion, A restless toil, and cares selfepining passion. Knowledge was then even the soul's soul for light, The spirits calm port, and lantern shining bright. To thait-stept feet clear knowledge: not confused, Not sour but sweet, not gotten, but infused. I. Syl. Transl. — We see to know, men still are glad, And yet we see knowledge oft makes men mad. S. I. H. Transl. Who so knows most, the more he knows to doubt, The best discourse, is commonly most stout. S. Daniel. — Common is the proof That envying is not cunning if it standeth not aloof. W. Warner. By knowledge thine, thou hast no name, Lest others know, thou knowst the same. Skill comes too slow, and life so fast doth fly. We learn so little, and forget so much. I. davies. Vid. Learning. Labour. Where ease abounds, it's death to do amiss, But who his limbs with labours, and his mind Behaves with cares, cannot so easy miss: Abroad in arms, at home in studious kind, Who seeks with painful toil, shall honour soon find. Ed. Spencer. Learn with the Ant in summer to provide, Drive with the Bee the drone from out the hive, Build like the Swallow in the summer tide. D. Lodge. Much labour is too little, that should household charge defray. W. Warner. — Industry well cherished to his face, In sunshine walks in spite of sour disgrace. M. Roydon. The noblest borne dame should industrious be, That which doth good, disgraceth no degree. G. Chapman. Let Mandevile example be to men not to be idle In amorous passions: labour is to love at least a bridle▪ W. Warner. adam's labour in Eden. — eden's earth was then so fertile and so fat, That he made only sweet assays in that. Of skilful industry and naked wrought, More for delight, then for the gain he sought. In brief, it was a pleasant exercise, A labour liked, a pain much like the guise Of cunning dancers, who although they skip Run, caper, vault, traverse and turn and trip, From morn till even, at night again full merry Renew their dance, of dancing never weary: Or else of hunters, that with happy luck, Rousing betimes some often breathed buck Or goodly stag, their yelping hounds uncouple, Wind loud their horns, their hoops & hallows double Spur on and spare not, following their desire: Themselves unweary, though their hackneys tyre. But for in th'end of all their jollity Their's found much stiffness, sweat and vanity; I rather match it to the pleasing pain Of Angels pure, who ever sloth disdain. Or to the sun's calm course, who plainlesse aye About the welkin posteth night and day. I. Syl. Transl. Learning. O blessed letters that combine in one All ages past, and make one live withal: By you we do confer, with who are gone, And the dead living unto counsel call. By you the unborn shall have communion Of what we fe●le, and what doth best befall. S. Daniel. By the clear beams of learning's light, We tread the obscure paths of Sages right. Idem. — But that learning in despite of fate Will mount aloft and enter heaven gate: And to the seat of Jove itself advance, Hermes had slept in hell with ignorance. Yet as a punishment they added this, That he and poverty should always kiss. And to this day is every scholar poor, Gross gold from them runs headlong to the boor. Ch. Marlowe. Of little worth is learning's worthy skill, Where Pilots wisdom is not perfect still. corinna's praise, and Sapphoes' are discerned Above the rest, because they both were learned. S. I. Harr. Transl. K. Cecrops and his royal seed did honour Athence so, As that from thence are said the springs of sciences to flow. W. Warner. Lechery. Next unto him road lustful Lechery Upon a bearded Goat, whose rugged hair And whally eyes (the sign of jealousy) Was like the persons self whom he did bear, Who rough and black and filthy did appear: Unseemly man to please fair Lady's eye, Yet he of Ladies oft was loved dear, When fairer faces were bid standen by, O who doth know the bent of women's fantasy? Ed. Spencer. Incontinence, dull sleep, and idle bed, All virtue from the world have banished. The tickling flames which our fond souls surprise, (That dead a while in epilepsy lies) Doth stark our sinews all by little and little, Drawing our reason in fowl pleasure brittle. I. Syl. Transl. Love comforteth like sunshine after rain, But lust's effect, is tempest after sun: Loves gentle spring doth always fresh remain, Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done. Love surfeits not, but like a glutton dies, Love is all truth, lust full of forced lies. W. Shakespeare. Where whoredom reigns, there murder follows fast, As falling leaves before the winter's blast. R. Greene. Lust is a fire, and for an hour or twain▪ giveth a scorching blaze, and then he dies. H. C. O deeper sin then bottomless conceit Can comprehend in still imagination: Drunken desire must vomit his receipt, Ere he can see his own abomination: While lust is in his pride, no exclamation Can cure his heat, or reign his rash desire, Till like a jade, self-will himself do tyre. W. Shakespeare. Lust never taketh joy in what is due, But leaves known delights to seek out new. S. Daniel. In chastity is ever prostitute, Whose trees we loathe when we have plucked the fruit. G. Chapman. Eschew vile Venus' toys, she cuts off age, And learn this lesson of (and teach thy friend) By pocks, death sudden, begging, harlot's end. M. of M. The lechars tongue is never void of guile, Nor Crocodile wants tears to win his pray: The subtilest temptor hath the sweetest stile, With rarest music, Sirens soonest betray. M. Drayton. Lust puts the most unlawful things in ure, Nor yet in limits ever could be bounded, Till he himself himself hath quite confounded. Idem. Abandon lust, if not for sin, yet to avoid the shame, So hogs of Ithacus his men the Latian witch did frame. W. Warner. That great physician that had lived in health & age admired, Did answer asked the cause, not he had done, as flesh desired. Idem. The Spartans war for rapted Queen to Ilion's overthrow, The Monarch of Assiria changed, and Latin kings also, For Tarquin's lust. Idem. Each house for lust a harbour and an inn, Each city is a sanctuary for sin. And all do pity beauty in distress, If beauty chaste, then only pitiless. M. Drayton. Laws. Derive thy laws from wisest heads, to be upholden still, Not adding or abstracting, as conceited tire brains will. Encourage good men by thy love, reform the bad by law, Reserve an ear for either plea, and borrow leave of awe. W. Warner. In vain be counsels statutes, humane laws, When chief of councils pleads the justest cause. M. Drayton. So constantly the judges construe laws, That all agree still with the stronger cause. M. of M. Pansamias and Lisander, by their swords And warlike virtues made Lacaena rich, Fame followed them where they the tents did pitch, But grave Lycurgus by his laws and words, Did merit more than these renowned Lords. D. Lodge. Lycurgus for good laws, lost his own liberty, And thought it better to prefer common commodity. G. Gascoigne. That Lawyer though he more by art than right doth overthrow Consents to sin, deceives the judge, wrong right is justice foe. W. Warner. Liberty. Sweet liberty to us gives leave to sing, What world it was where love the rule did bear, How foolish chance by lots ruled every thing, How error was main sail, each wave a tear. The Mr. love himself; deep sighs wear wind, Cares rowed with vows, the ship unmerry mind. False hope as firm oft turned the boat about, In constant faith stood up for middle mast, Despair the cable, twisted all with doubt, Held gripping grief the piked Anchor fast, Beauty was all the rocks. W. Watson. O liberty how much is that man blest, Whose happy fortunes do his fa●es aread, That for deserts rejoices to be freed? Th. Storer. Sweet liberty the life's best living flame. I. Markham. Our lands may come again, but liberty once lost, Can never find such recompense as countervails the cost. G. Gascoigne. Learn freedom and felicity, hawks flying where they list, Be kindlier & more sound than hawks best tended to the ●ist. w. warner. He lives to die a noble death, that life forefreed once spends. Idem. — The name of liberty, The watchword of rebellion ever used, The idle echo of uncertainty That evermore the simple hath abused. S. Daniel. Life. — All man's life me seems a tragedy, Full of sad sighs and sore Catastrophes, First coming to the world with weeping eye, Where all his days like dolorous Trophies, Are heaped with spoils of fortune and of fear. And he at last laid forth on baleful bear. Ed. Spencer. Our life is but a step in dusty way. S. Phil. Sidney. This mortal life as death is tried, And death gives life. M. Roydon. What in this life we have or can desire, Hath time of growth and moment of retire. D. Lodge. Our bodies, every foot-step that they make, March toward death, until at last they die: Whether we work or play, or sleep or wake, Our life doth pass, and with times wings doth fly. I. davies. The life of man a warfare right, in body and in soul, Resigns his rob carcase to be rolled in the mould. W. Warner. — The term of life is limited. Ne may a man prolong or shorten it, The soldier may not move from watchful stid, Nor leave his stand until his captain bid. Ed. Spencer. The longer life I wots the greater sin, The greater sin, the greater punishment. Idem. Thus passeth with the overplus of life, The pleasant spring and flower of mortal life: The April's pomp once subject to decay, Returns not in the bud that erst was rife. Whilst mornings weep, the lively flower doth boast, Then pluck the stalk, and let not it be lost. D. Lodge. The sun doth set and brings again the day, But when our life is gone, we sleep for aye. Th. Ach. Sun sets and riseth, goes down and quickly reviveth, But man's light once out, eternal darkness abideth. Ab. France. All mortal men must from this life be gone, Of life and death, there are more souls than one. The greatest and most glorious thing on ground, May often need the help of weakest hand, So feeble is man's state, and life unsound, That in assurance it may never stand, Till it disordered be from earthly band. Ed. Spencer. — The restless life which men here lead, May be resembled to the tender plant: It springs, it sprouts, as babes in cradle breed, Flourish in May, like youths that wisdom want, In autumn ripe, and rots least store wax scant. In winter shrinks and shrouds from every blast, Like crooked age, when lusty youth is past. G. Gascoigne. The wicked livers oftentimes have wicked ends. S. I. H. Life is not lost said she, for which is bought Endless renown, that more than death is to be sought. Ed. Spencer. Better it is for one to live obscure, Then in a public state to live unsure. D. Lodge. No life is blest that is not graced with love. B. Ihonson. They double life that dead things grief sustain, They kill, that feel not their friends living pain. G Chapman. That life's ill spared that's spared to cast more blood. S. Daniel. love. Of love's perfection perfectly to speak, Or of his nature rightly to define: Indeed doth far surpass our reasons reach, And needs this priest t'express his power divine: For long before the world he was yborn, And bred above in Venus' bosom dear, For by his power the world was made of yore, And all that therein wondrous doth appear. Ed. Spencer. Love is the Lord of all the world by right, And rules the creatures by his powerful saw: All being made the vassals of his might, Through secret sense, which thereto doth them draw. Idem. Vapour eterne in man, in beast, in tree, In plant and flower is love, (and so of might) For in the world may not contained be, Without accord and loves imperial right. Yet wends the fox in holy hood full oft, And craft in stead of truth, bears crest aloft. D. Lodge. — That true love which dancing did invent, Is he that tuned the world's whole harmony, And linked all men in sweet society, He first exaulted from th'earth mingled mind, That heavenly fire or quintessence divine, Which doth such sympathy in beauty find. As is betwixt the elm and fruitful Vine, And so to beauty ever doth incline. Life's life it is, and cordial to the heart, And of our better part, the better part. I. davies. Sweet love is a celestial harmony, Of likely hearts composed of heart's consent, Which joy together in sweet sympathy, To work each others kind and true content, Which they have harboured since their first descent, Out of these heavenly bowers, where they do see And know each other here beloved to be. Ed. Spencer. Iron with wearing shines, rust wasteth treasure On earth, but love there is no other pleasure. H. Constable. Love a continual furnace doth maintain. Idem. Wealth master is, and porter of the gate, That lets in love, when want shall come too late. Th. Churchyard. — Love to heaven is fled, Since swearing lust on earth usurped his name, Under whose simple semblance he hath fled Upon fresh beauty blotting it with blame, Which the hot tyrant stains, and soon bereaves, As caterpillars, do the tender leaves. W. Sh. Love is a spirit all compact of fire, Not gross to sink, but light and will aspire. Idem. Love is a golden bubble full of dreams, That waking breaks, and fills us with extremes. G. Chapman. Love is a discord and a strange divorce, Betwixt our sense and rest, by whose power, As mad with reason, we admit that force, Which wit or labour never may divorce. It is a will that brooketh no consent, It would refuse, yet never may repent. — love's a desire, which for to weight a time, Doth lose an age of years, and so doth pass, As doth the shadow severed from his prime, Seeming as though it were, yet never was. Leaving behind, nought but repentant thoughts, Of days ill spent, of that which profits noughts. It's now a peace, and then a sudden war, A hope consumed before it is conceived, At hand it fears, and menaceth a far, And he that gains, is most of all deceived. Love whets the dullest wits his plagues be such, But makes the wise by pleasing, dote as much. E. O. Love is a brainsick boy, and fierce by kind, A wilful thought, which reason cannot move, A flattering Sycophant, a murdering thief, A poisoned choking bait, a 'ticing grief. A Tyrant in his laws, in speech unknown, A blindfold guide, a feather in the wind: A right chameleon for change of hue, A lame-lime-lust, a tempest of the mind. A breach of charity, all virtues foe, A private war, a toilsome web of woe. A fearful jealousy, a vain desire, A labyrinth, a pleasing misery, A shipwreck of man's life, a smoakelesse fire, A ship of tears, a lasting lunacy. A heavy servitude, a dropsy thirst, A hellish jail, whose captives are accursed. Th. Watson. A sugared harm, a poison full of pleasure, A painted shrine, fulfilled with rotten treasure. An heaven in show, a hell to them that prove, A broken staff, which fully doth uphold, A flower, that fades with every frosty cold: An Orient rose, sprung from a withered plant, A game in seeming, shadowed still with want. A minute's joy to gain a world of grief, A subtle net, to snare the idle mind, A seeing scorpion, yet in seeing blind, A poor rejoice, a plague without teliefe, D. Lodge. Love is a smoke made with fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers eyes, Being vexed, a sea, nourished with loving tears, What is it else? a madness most distressed, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet. W. Shakespeare. It is a doubled grief, a spark of pleasure, Begot by vain desire, and this his love: Whom in our youth, we count our chiefest treasure. In age for want of power we do reprove, Yea such a power is love, whose loss is pain, And having got him, we repent again. D. Lodge. Love the Idle bodies work and surfeit of the eye. W. Warner. Love is but a term, like as is echo but a voice, That this doth babble, that doth breed, or not, is ours the choice. W. Warner. — Love is a subtle influence, Whose final force still hangeth in suspense. D. Lodge. Love is a wanton famine, rich in food, But with a riper appetite controlled, An argument in figure and in mood: Yet hates all arguments; disputing still, For sense against reason, with a senseless will. G. Chapman. Of every ill the hateful father vile, That doth the world with sorceries beguile, Cunningly mad, religiously profane, Wit's monster, reason's canker, senses bane, Love taught the mother that unkind desire, To wash her hands in her own infant's blood. love taught the daughter to betray her fire Into most base and worthy servitude: Love taught the brother to prepare such food; To feast his brothers, that all seeing sun Wrapped in a cloud that wicked sight did shun. I. davies. Love is a sour delight, a sugared grief, A living death, an ever dying life, A breach of reason's law, a secret thief, A sea of tears, an everlasting strife. A bait for fools, a scourge of noble wits, A deadly wound, a shot which ever hits, Love is a blinded god, and angry boy, A labyrinth of doubts, an idle lust, A slave to beauties will, a witless toy. A ravening bird, a tyrant most unjust, A burning heat, a cold, a flattering joy, A private hell, a very world of woe. Th. Watson. — love bewitcher of the wit. The scorn of virtue, vices parasite, The slave to weakness, friendship's false bewraier, Reason's rebel, fortitudes betrayer. The churchmens staff, court, camp, & country's guider, Arts infection, chaste thoughts, and youth's defiler. I. weever. Controlling love, proud fortunes busy factor, The gall of wit, sad melancholies school, Heart-killing corsive, golden times detractor, Life-fretting canker, mischiefs poisoned tool, The idiots idle brother, wise men's fool. A foe to friendship enemy to truth, The wrong misleader of our pleasing youth. M. Drayton. — Love is root and only crop of care, The body's foe, the heart's annoy, & cause of pleasures rare. The sickness of the mind, the fountain of unrest, The gulf of guile, the pit of pain, of grief the hollow chest: A fiery frost, a flame that frozen is with Ice, A heavy burden, light to bear, a virtue fraught with vice. It is a worldlike peace, a safety seeing dread, A deep despair, annexed to hope, a fancy that is fed, Sweet poison for his taste, a port Charibdis' like, Ascylla for his safety, though a lion that is meek. Th. turbervile. — O brawling love, O loving hate, O any thing of nothing first created: O heavy lightness, serious vanity, misshapen Chaos of well seeing forms, Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sickness, health, Still waking sleep, that is not what it is. W. Shakespeare. Sight is his root, in thought is his progression, His childhood wonder, prenticeship attention: His youth delight, his age the soul's oppression, Doubt is his sleep, he waketh in invention. Fancy his food, his clothing carefulness, Beauty his book, his play, lovers dissension. His eyes are curious search, but veiled with warefulnesse, His wings desire, oft clipped with desperation: Largesse his hands, could never skill of sparefulnesse. But how he doth by might or by persuasion, To conquer, and his conquest how to ratify, Experience doubts, and schools had disputation. S. Ph. Sidney. Love hath two shafts, the one of beaten gold, By stroke whereof, a sweet effect is wrought: The other is of lumpish leaden mould, And worketh no effect but what is nought. Th. Watson. At Venus' entreaty for Cupid her son, These arrows by Vulcan were cunningly done: The first is love, as here you may behold, His feathers head and body are of gold. The second shaft is Hate, a foe to love, And bitter are his torments for to prove. The third is Hope, from whence our comfort springs, His feathers are pulled from fortune's wings. Fourth, jealousy in basest minds doth dwell, This metal Vulcan's Cyclops sent from hell. G. Peele. Hard is the doubt, and difficult to deem, When all three kinds of love together meet: And do dispart the heart with power extreme, Whether shall weigh the balance down; to weet The dear affection unto kindred sweet, Or raging fire of love to woman kind, Or zeal of friends combined with virtues meet. But of them all the band of virtues mind, Me seems the gentle heart should most assured find. Ed. Spencer. Of virtue only, perfect love doth grow, Whose first beginning though it be more slow Than that of lust, and quickens not so fast: Yet sure it is, and longer time doth last. The straw inkindles soon, and slakes again, But iron is slow, and long will heat retain. Th. Hudson. Most true it is that true love hath no power To looken back, his eyes be fixed before. W. Sha. Love always doth bring forth most bounteous deeds, And in each gentle heart desire of honour breeds. True love is free, and led with self delight, Ne will enforced be with masterdom or might. Idem. love naked boy hath nothing on his back, And though he wanteth neither arm nor leg, Yet maimed he is, sith he his sight doth lack: And yet (though blind) he beauty can behold, And yet though naked, he feels more heat then cold. H. C. Love stays not long, it is but one years bird. Th. Churchyard. Love must have change to season sweet delight. Idem. Love, laws and judges hath in fee, Nature and use his judges be: To whom his whole course censures flee, Since past, and things to come they see. G. Chapman. Love is in power felt of all, in person found of none, Or rather is not real but some fancy; If not, then Fantastical in women, but essential in men. W. Warner. loves eyes in viewing never have their fill. W. Marlowe. This is the least effect of Cupid's dart, To change the mind by wounding of the heart. Th. Watson. Unto the woods runs love, as well as rides to the palace, Neither he bears reverence to a prince, nor pity to beggere But (like a point amidst of a circle) still of an evenness, All to a lesson he draws, neither hills nor caves can avoid him. S. Phil. Sidney. The throne of Cupid hath an easy stair, His bark is fit to sail with every wind: The breach he makes, no wise man can repair. Ed. Fairfax. — Love will have his godhead seen In famous Queens, and highest princes hearts. S. I. H. Love wants his eyes, yet shoots he passing right, His shafts our thoughts, his bow he makes our sight, His deadly pills are tempered with such art, As still directs the arrow to the heart. M. Drayton. — Love doth reign In stoutest minds, and maketh monstrous war, He maketh war, he maketh peace again: And yet his peace is but continual war, O miserable men, that to him subject are. Ed. Spencer. First love is firm and toucheth very near. W. Warner. Love unto life this cognizance doth give, This badge, this mark, to every man that minds it: Love dareth life, which living cannot die, Nor living, love. G. Gascoigne. Love is too full of faith, too credulous, With folly and false hope deluding us. Ch. Marlowe. Love is not full of mercy as men say, But deaf and cruel where he means to pray. Idem. Love paints his long in sweet virgins eyes. G. Chapman. — love gainsaid: grows madder than before. Th. Watson. Love findeth mean, but hatred knows no measure. Ed. Spencer. As Bacchus opes dissembled hearts, So love sets out our better parts. M. Roydon. As love hath wreaths his pretty eyes to sear, So lovers must keep secret what they fear. D. Lodge. Love keeps his revels where there are but twain. W. Shakespeare. As Iris coat in sundry taints doth show, So love is clad in weal, and straight in woe. D. Lodge. Love can abide no law, love always loves to be lawless, Love altereth nature, rules reason, mastereth Olympus: Laws, edicts, deerees, contemns Jove mightily thundering. jove that rules and reigns, that with beck bendeth Olympus. Love carried Hippolytus with briers & thorns to be mangled For that he had the fair foul lusting Phedra refused. love made Absyrtus with sister's hands to be murdered And in pieces torn, and here and there to be scattered. love forced Pasiphae man's company long to be loathing, And for a while bulls flesh, bulls company long to be taking. Love and luring looks of lovely Polixena caused Greekish Achilles death when he came to the church to be wedded. love made Alcides that most invincible Heros, Master of all monsters, at length to be whipped of a monster. love drowned Leander, swimming to the beautiful He●o, Unto the town Sestos, from town of cursed Abydos. love made Jove that's ruler of earth, and ruler of heaven, Like to a silly shepherd, and like to the fruitful Echidua. Like to a fish, to a swan, a spawn, to a bull, to an eagle: Sometimes Amphitryo, sometimes Dictinua resembling. Ab. France. Trifling attempts no serious acts advance, The fire of love is blown by dalliance. G. Chapman. — Where there grows a sympathy of hearts, Each passion in the one, the other paineth: And by even carriage of the outward parts, (Wherein the actual work of love remaineth.) The inward griefs, mislikes and joys are taught, And every sign bewrays a secret thought. D. Lodge. Love deeply grounded, hardly is dissembled. Ch. Marlowe. O bold believing love, how hot it seems, Not to believe, and yet too credulous: Thy weal and woe are both of them extremes, Despair and hope makes thee ridiculous. The one doth flatter the inthoughts unlikely, The likely thoughts the other killeth quickly. W. Sha. Love goes towards love, as school boys from their books, But love from love toward school with heavy looks. Idem. — Love can comment upon every woe. Idem. Cupid's deep rivers have their shallow fords His grief bring joys, his loss recompenses. He breeds the sore, and cures us of the pain, Achilles' lance, that wounds and heals again. Ed. Fairfax. Wonder it is to see in divers minds, How diversly love doth his pageant play, And shows his power in variable kinds: The base wit whose idle thoughts alway Are wont to cleave unto the lowly clay. It stirreth up to sensual desire, And in lewd sloth to waste his careless day, But in brave spirits it kindles goodly fire, That to all high desert and honour doth aspire. Ed. Spencer. Such once, ill judge of love that cannot love, Ne in their frozen hearts feel kindly flame: For thy they ought nothing unknown reprove, Ne natural affection faultless blame. For it of honour and all virtue is The root, and brings forth glorious fruits of fame. That crown true lovers with immortal bliss, The meed of them that love, and do not live amiss. Idem. The persons must in passions jump else love is but a game, Nor think I of a woman's grant, but as a wooers game. W. Warner. Pure love said she, the purest grace pursues, And there is contract not by application: Of lips or bodies, but of bodies virtues, As in our elemental motion. Stars by their powers, which are their heat and light, Do heavenly works, and that which hath probation By virtue all contract hath the noblest plight, Both for the lasting and affinity It hath with natural divinity. G. Chapman. Love is a lord of truth and loyalty, Lifting himself out of the lowly dust: On golden plumes up to the purest sky, Above the reach of loathly sinful lust. Whose base affect through cowardly distrust Of his weak wings dare not to heavens fly, But like a mould warp in the earth doth lie. Ed. Spencer. — One loving hour For many years of sorrow can dispense, A dram of sweet, is worth a pound of sour. Idem. Love and majesty dwell ill together. S. Daniel. The joys of love, if they should ever last Without affliction or disquietness: That worldly chances do among them cast, Would be on earth too great a blessedness. Liker to heaven then mortal wretchedness: Therefore the winged God to let men weet That here on earth is no sure happiness, A thousand sours hath tempered with one sweet, To make it seem more dear and dainty as is meet. Ed. Spencer. True it is said, what ever man it said, That love with gall and honey doth abound: But if the one be with the other weighed, For every dram of honey therein found, A pound of gall doth over it abound. Idem. Love hath delight in sweet delicious fruit, Love never takes good counsel for his friend. love author is, and cause of idle care. Love is distraught of wit, he hath no end. Love shooteth shafts of burning hot desire, Love burneth more than either flame or fire. Love doth much harm through jealousies assault. Love once embraced will hardly part again. Love thinks in breach of faith there is no fault. Love makes a sport of others deadly pain. Love is a wanton child, and loves to brawl, Love with his war brings many souls to thrall. Th. Watson. — Gods themselves are changed by love, jove steals from skies to lie by Leda's side: Arcas descends for fair aglaura's sake, And Sol so soon as Daphne is espied, To follow his chariot doth forsake. Idem. — The sweetest honey, Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite, Therefore love moderately long love doth so, Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. W. Shakespeare. — The rights In which loves beauteous Empress most delights, Are banquets, Doric music, midnight reveling, Plays, masks, and all that stern age counteth evil. Ch. Marlowe. Those easily men credit whom they love. S. Daniel. Play with the fire, yet die not in the flame, Show passion in thy words, but not in heart, Lest when thou thinkest to bring thy thoughts in frame Thou prove thyself a prisoner by thy art. Play with these babes of love, as Apes with glasses, And put no trust in feathers, wind or lasses. D. Lodge. The greedy moon along her giddy sphere, Bodes not such change in her inconstant course, No crinite comet in the wain of year, No rising rage nor swelling of source. As love in shape, in substance and effect, But Gods and men with fury doth infect, A morning star (that peereth from the pride Of silver float) bedewed and sparkling bright, Borne from the second form of waters glide, The Queen of love, the mistress of delight. Ay such is love in semblance at the first, But his effects are cruel and accursed. D· Lod, Albeit beauty moves to love, and love doth make thee sue, Better at first be nonsuite, then at length not to subdue. W. Warner. It hath been when as hearty love did treat and tie the knot, Though now if gold but lacking be, the wedding fadgeth not. Idem. Love learns rural wits and base borne brats to be reading, Heartburning secrets, and wonders daintily written, In fair flaming eyes, by the hand of lovely Cupid. A. France. Love nill consent that beauties fiel● lie waste. Ed. Fairfax. 'tis often seen, love works a man a weak dejected mind, For ever seen, a woman's love doth alter as the wind. W· Warner. No stile is held for base, where love well named is, Each ear sucks up the words a true love scattereth. S. Ph. Sidney. All loss is less, and less the infamy, Then loss of love to him that loves but one, Ne may love be compelled by mastery, For as soon as mastery comes sweet love anon: Taketh his nimble wings, and soon is gone. Ed. Spencer. For every pleasure that in love is found, A thousand woes and more therein abound. Th. Watson. Like as a nibbling fish that half mistrusts The golden show of an enticing bait, Makes many offers for the thing she lusts, Daring to deal with that she deems deceit: So plays the amorous God with his fair prize, Whom love and lust bids board, but shame denies. Ch. Middleton. From these high hills as when a spring doth fall, It thrilleth down with still and subtle course, Of this and that it gathereth aid, and shall Till wit have just done, flowed to stream and force, Then at the foot, it rageth over all: So fareth love when he hath ta'en a course. Rage is vain resistance vaileth none, The first issue is remedy alone. E. of Surrey. Not all the writs Diana hath, can Cupid's plaint remove. W. Warnaer. — Lordly love is such a Tyrant fell, That where he rules, all power he doth expel. Ed. Sp. If love compelled be and cannot choose, How can it grateful or thank worthy prove? Love must free hearted be and voluntary, And not enchanted or by fate constrained. Nor like that love which did Ulysses carry, To Circe's isle with mighty charms. I. davies. Where heat of love doth once possess the heart, There cares oppress the mind, with wondrous ill, Wit runs awry, not fearing subtle smart, And fond desire doth ever master will. The belly neither cares for meat nor drink, Nor overwatched eyes desite to wink. Footsteps are false, and wavering too and fro, The brightsome flower of beauty fades away, Reason retires, and pleasure brings in woe, And wisdom yieldeth place to black decay. Council and fame, and friendship are condemned, And bashful shame, and Gods themselves contemned. Watchful suspect is kindled with despair, Inconstant hope is often drowned in fears: What folly hurts not, fortune can repair, And misery doth swim in seas of tears. Long use of life is but a living foe, As gentle death is only end of woe. Th. Watson. Unlawful means doth make love lawful gain, He speaks most true when he the most doth feign. M. Drayton. As many bees, as Hybla daily shields, As many fry as fleet in ocean's face, As many herds as on the earth do trace, As many flowers as decked the fragrant fields, As many stars as glorious heaven contains, As many clouds as wayward winter weeps, As many plagues as hell enclosed keeps. So many griefs in love, so many pains, Suspicions, thoughts, desires, opinions, prayers, Mislikes, misdeeds, fond joys, and feigned peace, Illusions, dreams, great pains, and small increase, Vows, hope, acceptance scorns and deep despairs. D. Lodge. The gnawing envy, the heartfretting fear, The vain surmises, the distinctfull shows, The false reports that flying tales do bear, The doubts, the dangers, the delays, the woes, The feigned friends, the unexpected foes, With thousand more than any tongue can tell, Do make a lovers life a wretch's hell. Ed. Spencer. 'tis folly by our wisest worldlings proved, If not to gain by love) to be beloved, B. Ihonson. Against loves fire fears frost hath dissolution. W. Shakespeare. — Greater conquest of hard love he gains, That works it to his will, than he that it constrains. Ed. Spencer. ●nto a Knight there is no greater shame, ●hen lightness and inconstancy in love. Idem. ●oues weeping flames, by reason do subdue ●efore their rage grow to so great unrest, ●s miserable lovers use to rue, ●hich still wax old in woes whilst woe still waxeth new Ed. Spencer. Old love is little worth when new is more preferred. Idem. Who can show all his love, can love but lightly. S. Daniel. No man from the monarch love by wit or weapon flies. W. Warner. — Lofty love doth loath a lowly eye. Ed. Spencer. Love thrives not in the heart, that shadows dreadeth. W. Shakespeare. Gather I say, the Rose while it is time, For soon comes age that will her pride deflame: Gather the Rose of love while yet is time, Whilst loving, thou May'st loved be with equal aim. Ed. Sp. O learn to love, the lesson is but plain, And once made perfect, never lost again. W. Shakespeare. Lovers their loved Ladies loves to gain Promise, protest and swear without regard, That God doth see and know their falsehood still, And can and shall revenge it at his will. Their oaths but words, their words are all but wind, Uttered in heart, and with like heart forgotten, As bundles are trust up cords all rotten. Coyness is nought, but worst to be too kind; Men care not for the good that soon is gotten: But women of their wits may chief boast, That are made wiser by an others cost. S. I. H. He that binds himself in worthy bands, Although his show but grace him small: Although he find no favour at her hands, Sharp words, coy looks, small thanks, hope none at all, Though more and more, aloof from him she stands: Yet for his heart and thoughts be highly placed, He must not mourn, although he die disgraced. Idem. Dumb Swans, not chattering Pies do lovers prove, They love indeed, who dare not say they love. S. Ph. Sidney. The lover and beloved are not tied to one love. W. Sh. He that on loves blind snares once sets his foot, Seemeth to draw it back, but finds it caught, And madness mere in love to overshoot, The fool hath felt, the wise hath ever taught. And though in all alike it take not root, Yet all shall find, love is a thing of nought. For sure it is, an open sign of madness, To have an others pleasure breed thy sadness. S. I. Harrington. The birds their beak, the lion hath his tail, And lovers nought but sighs and bitter moan, The spotless force of fancy to assail. D. Lodge. Sweet are the kisses, the embracements sweet, When like desires, and affections meet: For from the earth to heaven is Cupid raised, Where fancy is in equal balance peized. Ch. Marlowe. Fowl words and frowns must not repel a lover, What though the Rose hath prickles, yet 'tis plucked, Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast, Yet love breaks through, and breaks them all at last, W. Shakespeare. — lovers hours are long, though seeming short, If pleased themselves, others they delight: In such like circumstance, with such like sport, Their copious stories oftentimes begun, End without audience, and are never done. Idem. A lover may bestride the Gossamours, That Idles in the wanton summer air, And yet not full so light is vanity. Idem. The Dutch in love is proud, Italians envious, The French man full of mirth, the Spaniard furious. Magic. Three kinds there are for nature's skill: The first they natural do name, In which by herbs and stones they will Work wondrous things, and worthy fame. The next is mathematical, Where magic works by nature so, That brazen heads make speak it shall, Of woods, birds, bodies, fly and go, The third venefical, by right Is named, for by it they make The shape of bodies changed in sight And their forms on them to take. M. of M. — Oh who can tell The hidden power of herbs, and might of magic skill? Ed. Spencer. Man. In time convenient this world almighty created, And it a large theatre to behold, his glory appointed: Which when he had with store of treasures richly replenished, And with abundant grace caused every part to be furnished, Man was made at length, Adam was quickly created Most perfect creature, and like to the mighty Creator, Good wit, immortal, of mankind only beginner. But proud ambition the serpent craftily cloaking, With cursed and bitter sweet, his cankered poison abounding. Adam dispossessed of pleasant beautiful harbours. Adam's heart possessed with most unspeakable horrors. Man was marred at length, Adam was foully defaced. Last work and lost work, Adam was filthily fouled: Most cursed creature, unlike to the mighty Creator, Bad, foolish, mortal, of mankind only the murderer. A. France. — Vile man begot of clay, and borne of dust. Ed. Fairfax. Man composed first of slime, Doth live to lead his days in strife: And as the heavens do that dispose, So shuts and spreads he with the rose. D. Lodge. Time over old and young is still revolved, Within itself, and never tasteth end: But mankind is to nought for aye reserved, The filthy snake her aged coat can mend. And getting youth again, in youth doth flourish: But unto man age ever death doth send. The very trees with grafting we can cherish: So that we can long time produce their time, But man which helpeth them, helpless must perish. S. Phil. Sidney. O trustless state of miserable men, That build your bliss on hope of earthly thing: And vainly think yourselves half happy then, When painted faces with smooth flattering Do fawn on you, and your wide praises sing. And when the courting masker louteth low, Him free in heart, and trusty too you know. Ed. Spencer. He that compared man's body to a host, Said that the hands were scouts discovering harms: The feet were horsemen thundering on the coast. The breast and stomach foe men, huge in swarms, But for the head in sovereignty did boast, It captain was, director of alarms. Whose rashness if it hazarded any ill, Not he alone, but all the host did spill. I. Markeham. Each creature not grudging at man's glory, Unto his life becomes contributory. Idem. Like floods in summer, or flowing springs in the winter, So man consumeth: No trust or firmness in life, that flies like a shadow? What then alas is man That so presumeth? D. Lodge. The shadow of the clock by motion wends, We see it pass, yet mark not when it parts: So what is man's declines, and sudden ends, Each thing gins, continues and converts. Idem. — Man to woman giveth all perfection, And as our chief Philosophers do say, Woman by man is perfect made each way. I. weever. — Man is loaden with ten thousand languors, All other creatures only feel the angors Of few diseases; as the gleaming quail, Only the falling sickness doth assail. The turne-about and murrain trouble cattle, Madness and quincie bid the mastiff battle. I. Silvester. ●t doth exceed man's thought to think how high God hath raised man, since God a man became: The Angels do admire this mystery, And are astonished when they view the same. I. davies. Men do not know what they themselves will be, When as more than themselves, themselves they see. S. Daniel. ●ike as the fatal raven that in his voice ●arries the dreadful summons of our deaths, ●ies by the fair Arabian spiceries, ●er pleasant gardens and delightful parts, ●eeming to curse them with his hoarse exclaims: ●nd yet doth stoop with hungry violence, ●pon a piece of hateful carrion. So wretched man displeased with those delights, Would yield a quickening savour to his soul, Pursues with eager and unstanched thirst, The greedy long of his loathsome flesh. G. Peele. Man is a little world, and bears the face And picture of the university: All but resembleth God, all but is glass, All but the picture of his majesty. Man is the little world (so we him call) The world the little God, God the great all. Th. Bastard. The gallant courser in his full career Is made by man to stop with slender rain: But man himself his lust and fond desire Is seldom drawn by reason to refrain. 'tis hard to stop, but harder to retire, When youthful course ensueth pleasure vain. As bears do break the hives and weak defences, When smell of honey cometh to their senses. S. I. H. Great Pompey in the midst of victory, All unexpected happened to his end: And Caesar in his greatest majesty Untimely murdered by his dearest friend. Such are men's best estates, more wretched they, In greatest pomp most subject to decay. Ch. Midleton. What doth make men without the parts of men, Or in their manhoods less than children But manless natures? all this world was namded A world of him for whom it first was framed (Who like a tender chevril shrunk with fire Of base ambition, and of self desire) His arms into his shoulders crept, for fear Bounty should use them, and fierce rape forbear, His legs into his greedy belly run, The charge of hospitality to shun) In him the world is to a lump reversed: That shrunk from form that was by form dispersed. And in nought more than thankless avarice, Not rendering virtue her deserved price. G. Chapman. Like as rude Painters that contend to show Beasts, fowls, or fish, all artless to bestow On every side his native counterfeit, Above his head his name had need to set. So men that will be men in more than fate (As in their foreheads) should in actions place More perfect characters to prove they be No mockers of their first nobility. Else may they easily pass for beasts or fowls, Souls praise our shapes, and not our shapes our souls. Idem. When as men all do know, than nothing know. S. Daniel. — The milder passions doth show man. For as the leaf doth beautify the tree, The pleasant flowers bedeck the flourishing spring, Even so in men of greatest reach and power, A mild and piteous thought augments renown. D. Lodge. No man before his end is truly blest. T. Dekkar. — Man to man, as beast to beast, holds civil duties vain. W. Warner. Man's inward parts are colder and the nummer, When outwardly they feel a boiling summer. Man's voice in every one's opinion, is but an airy repercussion▪ D. Lodge. Marriage. Hymen that now is god of nuptial rights, And crowns with honour love and his delights. G. Chapman. Before them on an altar he presented Both fire and water, which was first invented: Since to ingenerate every human creature And every other birth produc'st by nature, Moisture and heat, must mix, so man and wife For human race, must join in nuptial life. Idem. — In Athence The custom was, that every maid did wear During her maidenhead, a silken sphere: About her waste above her inmost weed Knit with Minerva's knot, and that was freed By the fair bridegroom on the marriage night, With many ceremonies of delight. Idem. Shouldst thou but dream what marriage is, thou wouldst not live a maid, One heart of two, two souls of one, by wedlock is conveyed. W. Warner. Believe me man, there is no greater bliss, Then is the quiet joy of loving wife: Which who so wants, half of himself doth miss. Friend without change, playfellow without strife. Food without fullness, counsel without pride, Is this sweet doubling of our single life. S. Phil. Sidney. In choice of wife, prefer the modest chaste, Lilies are fair in show, but foul in smell: The sweetest looks by age are soon defaced, Then choose thy wife by wit and loving well. Who brings thee wealth, and many faults withal, Presents thee honey mixed with bitter gall. D. Lodge. Wild savages that drinks of running springs, Thinks water fair, exceeds all other things. But they that daily taste meat, near despi●e it, Virginity, all be some highly prize it, Compared with marriage, had you tried them both, Differs as much, as wine and water doth. Ch. Marlowe. All touch sweet, taste sweet, eye sweet, ear sweet, sweet sense, sweet sou●e is, A virtuous match, but vicious love in all contrary this. W. Warner. One is no number, maids are nothing then Without the sweet society of men. Ch. Marlowe. — Marriage will soon destroy Those passions which to youthful head do clime, Mothers and nurses of all vain annoy. Idem. — Wretched wedlock breeds but hated heat, Where no love seems so sweet, as stolen and secret. D. Lodge. Offer no love rights, but let wives still seek them, For when they come unsought, they seldom like them. B. Johnson. — Even as Adam wrote his overthrow By tasting fruit that God did him forbid, So he that curiously will search to know All that his wife hath said, or what she did, May fortune at the last himself beshrew. S. I. H. Let him that his wife to his bent will draw, Match with a virgin and keep her in awe. To love, and wed for love, is perfect bliss. G. Turb. His be the hurt that looks not ere he wed. The husband may the woman make or mar. Idem. We are not male nor female borne, that we should fruitless die. W. Warner. — Experience bidding us, doth bid us lay to thrive. The first degree to which say some, is warily to wine: But wife if shrew or saint become (as not unlike) a shrew, Then is that first degree to thrift, the third degree in woe. Idem. Let nothing severe those whom God doth link. S. I. H. — The chance that once befell To wandering Dina, may be witness well That secret marriage that to few is kend, Doth never lead the lovers to good end. For of our bodies we no power may claim, Except our parents do confirm the same. Th. Hud. We worldly folks account him very wise, That hath the wit most worthily to wed, By all means therefore, always we devise To see our issue rich in spousal fed, We buy and sell rich Orphans; babes scant bred Must match, ere they do know what marriage means: Boys marry old trots, old fools wed young queans. We call this wedding, which in any wise Can be no marriage, but pollution plain: A new found trade of humane merchandise, The devils net, a filthy fleshly gain, Of kind and nature, an unnatural stain: A foul abuse of Gods most holy order, And yet allowed almost in every border. M. of M. A filthy trull, is irksome to the eye, A gallant girl allures the looker's mind: A wanton wench will have the head to die, An aged trot to like, is hard to find. A bearing wife with brats, will cloy the store, A greater care than children's care is none: A barren beast will grieve thee ten times more, No joy remains when sap of fruit is gone. Wherefore let wiving go live single aye, A shrew we see is wedded on a day, But ere a man can shift his hands 'tis long. G. Turb. Malady. Fast by old age pale malady was placed, Sore sick in bed her colour all foregone, Bereft of stomach, savour, and of taste, Ne could she brook no meat but broths alone. Abhorring her, her sickness past recure, Detesting physic, and all physics cure. M. i Sackuill. Sickness the herald of arms, hearts, and all. Th. Storer. Th'humorous sick, removing, find no ease, When changed chambers help not the disease. S. Daviell. — O sickness thou art oft betide, When death hath many woes to come beside. Idem. Might. The meanest fault is high offence, urged of a mighty foe. W. Warner. To shadow sin Might can the more pretend. M. Dr. — Might is ever absolute alone, When of two powers there's true conjunction. Idem. Power constrained is but a glorious slave. Ed. Fairfax. — 'slight, force, are mighty things, From which, much, if not most, earth's glory springs: If virtues self were clad in humane shape, Virtue without these, might go beg and scrape. I. Marston. United powers, makes each the stronger prove. S. Ph. Sidney. — Honey words make foolishness, And power the greatest wit with error blinds. D. Lodge. All as the highest trees do shield the shrubs, From posting Phlegon's warmth, and warming fire, So mighty men obscure each others fame, And make the best deserver fortunes game. Idem. — Excellency never bears this mind, By no inferior skill to be defined. Th. Storer. Where power decreed hath to find th'offence, The cause is better still, than the defence. S. Daniel. Misery. His face was lean and some deal pined away, And eke his hands consumed to the bone: But what his body was I cannot say, For on his carcase, raiment had he none. Save clouts and patches peeced one by one, With staff in hand, and scrip on shoulder cast, His chief defence against the winter's blast. His food for most, was wild fruits of the tree, Unless sometimes, some crumbs fell to his share, Which in his wallet long, God-wot kept he, As one the which full daintily would far: His drink the running stream his cup, the bare Of his palm clozd, his bed the hard cold ground, To this poor life, was misery ybound. M. Sackuill. — This Iron world Brings down the stoutest hearts to lowest state, For misery doth bravest minds abate, And makes them seek for that they want to scorn, Of fortune and of hope, at once forlorn. Ed. Spencer. — He hath a foolish fantasy, That thinks to find a friend in misery. G. Gascoigne. O misery, where once thou art possessed, How soon thy faint infection altars kind, And like a Circe, turnest man to beast, And with the body dost transform the mind, That can in fetters our affection bind. M. Drayton. — Misery is trodden on by many, But being low, never relieved by any. W. Shakespeare. — The mightiest that have lived, Have fallen and headlong too, in misery, It is some comfort to have company. G. Peele. Men fly from foes, but not from misery. M. Drayton. Let him that sees his private misery Avoid the prospect of prosperity: It breeds pale envy, and sad discontent Procures offence before a proffered wrong. Torments itself till all conceits are spent, And thoughts delivered by malicious tongue, Then rapt with violent fury goes so strong, That it enuenomes all our humane parts, Blind judging in eyes, and sense confounding hearts. Th. Storer. Melancholy. — Melancholy from the spleen begun, By passion moved, into the veins doth run: Which when this humour as a swelling flood, By vigour is infused in the blood, The vital spirits doth mightily appall, And weakeneth so the parts organical, And when the senses are disturbed and tired, With what the heart incessantly desir'd Like travelers with labour long oppressed, Finding relief, eftsoons they fall to rest. M. Drayton. Thou nursing mother of fair wisdoms lore, Ingenious Melancholy. I. Marston. Those men to Melancholy given, we Saturnists do call. W. Warner. Memory. This leaguer book lies in the brain behind, Like janus eye which in his poll was set: The lay man's table, Storehouse of the mind, Which doth remember much, and much forget. I. davies. Here senses apprehensions end doth take, As when a stone is into water cast: One circle, doth an other circle make, Till the last circle touch the bank at last. Idem. Remembrance is the life of grief, his grave forgetfulness. Ed. Fairfax. Remembrance fresh, makes weakened sorrows strong. Idem. Mischief. The cause once gone, th'effects thereof surcease, And mischiefs being prevented whilst they are young Cannot branch forth themselves to do that hurt, That time, their natures, and bad men would work. Ch. Middleton. A mischief seen may easily be prevented, But being happed, not helped, yet still lamented. M. Drayton. Fair goodness is foul ill, if mischiefs wit, Be not repressed from lewd corrupting it. Idem. Mischief is oft made good by speeding well. S. Daniel. Mercy. Some clerks do doubt in their devisefull art, Whether this heavenly thing whereof I treat, To weeten mercy be of justice part, Or drawn forth from her by divine extreat. This well I wots, that sure she as great, And meriteth to have so high a place: She first was bred and borne of heavenly race, From thence poured down of men by influence of grace. Ed. Spencer. O who shall show the countenance and gestures Of mercy and justice; which fair sacred sisters, With equal poise do ever balance even, Th'unchanging projects of the King of heaven. Th'one stern of look, th'other mild aspecting, The'one pleased with tears, th'other blood affecting: Th'one bears the sword of vengeance unrelenting, Th'other brings pardon for the true repenting. I. Syluicter. — Still as rage kindleth the fire of wrath, Mercy to quench it, store of water hath. S. I. Harrington. — This noble virtue and divine, Doth chief make a man so rare and odd, As in that one, he most resembleth God. Idem. Then come we nearest to the Gods on high, When we are farthest from extremity, Giving forth sentence of our laws with mercy. Tho. Achely. Mercy may mend whom malice made offend, Death gives no thanks, but checks authority, So Rulers mildness, subjects love do nourish. S. Daniel. Soft pity enters at an Iron gate. W. Sh. Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill. Idem. Pity draws love bloodshed, as nature's grief, Compassion, followeth the unfortunate. S. D. When pity runneth afore, love always followeth after, A. France. As it is greater praise to save then spill, So better to reform, then to cut off the ill. Ed. Spencer. How dear is mercy having power and will, When pity helps where equity doth kill? M. Drayton. Mind. The mind hath in itself a deity, And in the stretching circle of her eye, All things are compassed, all things present still Will framed to power, doth make us what we will. G. Chapman. It is the mind that maketh good or ill, That makes a wretch, or happy, rich or poor, For some that have abundance at their will, Have not enough, but want in greatest store. An other that hath little, asks no more, But in that little is both rich and wise. Ed. Spencer. The mind is free what ere afflict the man, A King's a King, do fortune what she can. M. Drayton. — The mind times enemy, oblivions foe, Disposer true of each note worthy thing. Ed. Fairfax. Our minds discern where eyes could never see. M. Draiton. — That mind most is beautiful and high, And nearest comes to a divinity, That farthest is from spots of earths delight, Pleasures that lose their substance with their sight, Such one Saturnius ravisheth to love, And fills the cup of all content to Jove. G. Chapman. The settled mind is free from fortune's power, They need not fear who look not up aloft: But they that are too careful every hour, For when they fall they light not very soft. M. of M. What plague is greater than the grief of mind? The grief of mind that eats in every vain: In every vain that leaves such clods behind, Such clods behind as breed such bitter pain. So bitter pain that none shall ever find What plague is greater than the grief of mind. E. of Ox. Ill mind, to mind so much of others ill, As to become unmindful of his own. Ed. Spencer. Into our minds let us a little fall, And we shall find more spots than leopards have. S. Phil. Sidner. O vanity of man's unstable mind, Puffed up with every blast of friendly wind. Ed. Fairfax. In base minds no friendship dwells, nor enmity. Ed. Spencer. Oft times we see that sorrows of the mind Find remedy unsought, which seeking cannot find. Ed. Spencer. Weak body well is changed, for minds redoubled force. Idem. So move our minds, as motions move the air. M. of M. Nor is it his our minds that make our native homes our grave, As we to ours, others to theirs, like partial fancy have. Transmut we but our minds, and then all one an alien is, As if a native once resolved, makes every country his. W. Warner. Monarches. Augustus quailing Anthony, was Emperor alone, In whose unfoed Monarchy our common health was known W. Warner. A mighty monarch must whilst greening youth doth flow, Make one or two or three proofs of his peerless power: For valour is the gate of honour beautified, The first stair step it is, whereby good hap doth guide, Our feet to glories mount; and nothing heartens so The men of arms to fight, as valiant prince (we know) But afterward he must with wary wisdom war: More often with his wit, then with his weapon far. And feeding so his spirit with sweet sharp easy pain Not keep a soldiers place, but captain's room retain. I. Sylvester. Mildness fitteth majesty, high minds are disallowed. W. Warner. No man from the Monarch love by wealth, or weapon flies. Idem. Mildness would better suit with majesty Then rash revenge and rough severity. M. Dray. Murder. Black hellbred humour of fier-venging sin, By whose enticements murders we commit: The end unthought of, rashly we begin, Letting our passion overwhelm our wit. Who may and will not, murder in truth committeth. S. Phil. Sidney. Unpunished 'scapes, from heinous crime some one, But unrevenged, in mind and body none. Idem. The cruel man a cruel death shall taste, And blood with blood be venged at the last. I. Syl. Those that in blood such violent pleasure have, Seldom descend but bleeding to their grave. B. Johnson. Vengeance on mind the fretting furies take, The sinful corpse like earthquake agues shake. Their frowning looks, their troubled minds bewray, In hast they run, and midst their race they stay. As gidded do: amidst their speech they whist, At meat they muse; no where they may persist. But some fear nettleth them, aye hang they so, So never wants the wicked murderer woe. M. of M. Muses. Imps of K. Jove, and Queen remembrance lo, The Sisters nine, the Poets pleasant pheers: Calliope doth stately style bestow, And worthy praises paints of princely peers. Clio in sullen songs reneweth all day, With present years conjoining age by past, Delightful talk, loves comical Thalia. In fresh green youth, who doth laurel taste. With voices tragical sounds Melpomen, And as with chains th' alured ears she binds, Her strings when Terpsichore doth touch, even than She toucheth hearts, and reigneth in men's minds, Fond Erato, whose look a lovely cheer Presents in dancing, bears a comely grace, With seemly gesture doth Polhymnie stir place. Whose words whole routs of ranks do rule, Vraine her globes to view are bend, The ninefold heaven observes with fixed face, The blessed Eutrope tunes her instrument With solace sweet, hence heavy dumps to chase, Lord Phoebus in the midst whose heavenly spirit These Ladies doth inspire. E. of Surrey. The golden brood of great Apollo's wit. Ed. Spencer. Sweet Lady Muses, Ladies of delight, Delights of life, and ornaments of light. Idem. Then followed on the muse's sacred nine, With the first number equally divine: In virgin's white, whose lively maiden brows Were covered with triumphant laurel brows: And on their garments painted out in glory, Their offices and functions in a story: Imblazoning the fury and conceit Which on their sacred company await. M. Drayton. From these the Muses only are derived, Which of the Angels were in nine contrived, These heavenly inspired babes of memory, Which by a like attracting sympathy Apollo's prophets in their furies wrought, And in their spirit enchanting numbers taught, To teach such as at poesy repine, That it is only heavenly and divine. And manifest her intellectual parts, Sucking the purest of the purest arts. And unto these as by a sweet consent, The sphery circles are aequivalent: From the first mover and the starry heaven, To glorious Phoebe, lowest of the seven. Which Jove in tuneful Diapazons framed, Of heavenly music of the Muses named: To which the soul in her divinity By her Creator made of harmony, Whilst she in frail and mortal flesh doth live, To her nine sundry offices do give: Which offices united are in three, Which like the orders of the Angels be, Prefiguring thus by the number nine The soul, like to the Angels is divine. Idem. — Provide ye Princes whilst ye live, That of the Muses ye be friended be: Which unto men eternity doth give, For they be daughters of dame memory, And Jove, the father of eternity. And do those men in golden chrones repose, Whose merits they to glorify do choose? The sevenfold iron gates of grisly hell, And horrid house of sad Proserpina, They able are with power of mighty spell, To break, and thence the souls to bring away Out of dread darkness to eternal day. And them immortal make which else would die In fowl forgetfulness, and nameless lie. Ed. Spencer. — Wise words taught in numbers for to run Recorded by the Muses live for aye, Ne may with storming showers be washed away. Ne bitter breathing winds with harmful blast, Nor age nor envy shall them ever last. Idem. The Muses not long since entrapping love In chains of Roses linked all array: Gave beauty charge to watch in their behove With Graces three, lest he should wend away. Who fearing yet he would escape at last, On high Parnassus' top they clapped him fast. When Venus understood her soon was thrall, She made post-haste to have god Vulcan's aid: Sold him her gems and Ceston therewithal, To ransom home her son that was betrayed. But all in vain, the Muses made no store Of gold, but bound him faster than before. Th. Watson. The Muses basely beg or bib, or both, and must, for why They find as bad Bestoe, as is their portly beggary. w ' warner. Music. — Thou sweet music, dancings only life, The ears sole happiness, the airs best speech: Loadstone of fellowship, charming rod of strife, The soft minds paradise, the sick man's leech. With their own tongue that trees & stones canst teach. That when the air doth dance her finest measure, Then art thou borne, the gods and men's sweet pleasure. I. davies. As without breath no pipe doth move, No music kindly without love. S. Phil. Sidney. Esclepiad did cure with trumpets sound, Such men as first had lost their hearing quite: And many such as in their drink lay drowned, Damon reviv'd with tunes of grave delight. And theophra when aught his mind oppressed, Used music sound to bring himself to rest. With sound of harp Thales did make recure Of such as lay with pestilence forlorn: With Organ pipes Xenocrates made pure Their wits, whose minds long lunacy had worn. Th. Watson. Some that report great Alexander's life, They say that harmony so moved his mind: That oft he rose from meat to warlike strife, At sound of trump, or noise of battle kind. And then that musics force of softer vain, Caused him return from strokes to meat again. Idem. Nature. Nature in which divinity doth shine, Lively presenting unborn deity: Is that same spirit of reason most divine, Which causeth every natural work to be. All things she doth preserve, and can refine Muddy pollutions from impiety. Philosophy can teach no art nor ground, Which Nature (elder borne) had not first found. I. Markham. — Nature in man's heart her laws doth pen, Prescribing truth to wit, and good to will, Which do accuse, or else excuse all men, For every thought or practise good or ill. I. davies. Nature above all things requireth this, That we our kind do labour to maintain. S. Phil. Sidney. Nature which headlong into life doth throng us With our feet forward to our grave doth bring us: What is less ours, than this our borrowed breath▪ We stumble into life, we go to death. Th. Bastard. Inexplicable nature by the God of nature wrought, Makes things seem miracles to some, to some not wonders thought. And every climates people both as they are men and live, Do differ: if observed, she not admired doth give The workman rather than the work extol we, though in her Not curiously, and all things to his providence refer. W. Warner. Nature hath poured enough in each man's lap, Can each man learn to use his private hap. Th. Storer. — Marks descried in men's nativity, Are natures faults, not their own infamy. W. Shakespeare. Nature is learning's eyes, she nature's thought, Use wanting either, is imperfect made, They without use, no better than a shade. I. Markham. — Nature seemeth only fair in change. D. Lodge. — Where nature fails in strength she adds in wit. W. W. Nature gives beauty, fortune wealth in vain. Ed. Fairfax. — The desire of nature is not vain, She covets not impossibilities, Fond thoughts may fall into some Idle brain, But one assent of all is ever wise. I. davies. Nature doth hate and shun her contrary. Idem. — Nature teacheth ever Who loves preferment, needs must love the giver. Th. Storer. Nobility. If to be noble and high thy mind be moved, Consider well the ground and thy beginning, For he that hath each star in heaven fixed, And gives the moon her horns and her eclipsing, Alike hath made the noble in his working: So that wretched no way mayst thou be, Except foul lust and vice do conquer thee. E. of Surrey. Let each man crack of that which was his own, Our present virtues are theirs, and no whit ours: Who therefore will of noble birth be known, Ought shine in virtue like his ancestors. Gentry consisteth not in lands and towns, He is a churl though all the world were his, Yea Arthur's heir if that he lived amiss. M. of M. Behold of nobles new the diverse source, Some virtue raiseth, some climb by sluttish sorts: The first though only of themselves begun, Yet circlewise into themselves do run, Within themselves therefore united so, Both endless is, and stronger 'gainst their foe: For when ends it that never hath begun? Or how may that hath not end, be undone? The other as by wicked means they grew, And reigned by flattery, or violence; so soon rue. First stumbling step from honours old is vice, Which once stepped down, some linger, none arise To former Type: but they catch virtues spray, Which raiseth them that climb by lawful way. Beware to rise by serving princely lust, Surely to stand on mean, is rising just. M. of M. The Rose although in thorny shrubs she spread, Is still the Rose, her beauties wax not dead. And noble minds, although the court be bare, Are by resemblance known how great they are. R. Gree●e. A noble mind disdaineth servitude. Th. Kyd. True nobleness never doth the thing it should not. Idem. The noble heart that harbours virtuous thought, And is with child with glories great intent: Can never rest until it forth have brought Th'eternal brood of glory excellent. Ed. Spencer. Old Age. — Next in order, sad old Age we found, His beard all hoar, his eyes hollow and blind, With drooping cheer still poring on the ground As on the the place where valour him assigned To rest, when as the sisters had untwind His vital thread, and ended with their knife, The fleeting course of fast declining life. M. Sackuill. Crooked backed he was, tooth-shaken and blear eide, Went on three feet, and sometime crept on four, With old lame bones that rattled by his side, His scalp all piled, and he with eld forlorn, His withered fist still knocking at death's door, Fumbling and drivelling as he draws his breath, In brief, the shape and messenger of death. G. Gascoigne. Transl. Old age and winter do accord full nigh, This chill, that cold, this crooked, that awry. Ed. Spencer. — He that plies the laps and lips of Ladies all his time, And falls to arms when age fails arms, than also looseth time: As if a bear in moonshine, should attempt the moon to climb. W· Warner. Our infancy is feeble, and our lusty youth unstaid, Our manhood carking, and our age more loathed then obeyed. Idem. Our heirs wax sickish of our health, too long our here abode Mean while the nearer to our graves, the farther we from God Gripple in works, testy in words, loathsome for most at length, And such at four score, as at four, for manners wit and strength. Idem. Eld is ordained to counsel, youth to fight, Age to foresee, young courage to enact. D. Lodge. Skill and experience good companions been, Age knoweth whatsoevet youth hath seen. S. I. H. Decrepit age and hoary silver hairs, Still craveth help of lusty youthful years. G. Gascoigne· It is a common point whereon the aged grossly run, Once to have dared said, & seen, more than was ever done. W. Warner. — The equal age doth equal life desire. S. Daniel. Small drops God knows do quench age heatlesse fire, When all the strength is only in desire. M. Drayton. Opinion. O malcontent seducing guest, Contriver of our greatest woes: Which borne of wind and fed with shows, Dost nurse thyself in thine unrest, judging ungotten things the best, Or what thou in conceit designest. S. Daniel. Thou all things in the world dost deem, Not as they are, but as they seem, Idem. Thou soul of pleasure, hours only substance, Great arbitrator, umpire of the earth, Whom fleshly Epicures call virtues essence Thou moving Orator, whose powerful breath Sways all men's judgements, Great Opinion, I. Marston. Opinion is as various as light change, Now speaking courtlike friendly, strait as strange. she's any humour's perfect parasite, Displeased with her, and pleased with her delight. She is the echo of inconstancy, Soothing her no with nay, her I with yea. E. Guilpin. This siren or Opinion, wind-borne lame, Seeking to ease us, brings us to unrest: For it adjudgeth nothing it doth see, By what it is, but what it seems be. I. Markham. We must in matters moral, quite reject Vulgar Opinion, ever led amiss: And let authentic reason be our guide, The wife of truth, and wisdoms governess. G. Chapman. Opportunity. Opportunity thy guilt is great, 'tis thou that execut'st the traitor's treason, Thou setst the wolf where he the lamb may get, Who ever plots the sin, thou points the season. 'tis thou that spurnest at right, at lawyers reason: And in thy shady Cell where none may spy him, Sits sin, to fear each soul that wanders by him. W. Shakespeare. Fair opportunity can win the coyest she that is, Then he that rules her gamesome vain, & tempers toys with art, Brings love that swimmeth in her eyes, to dive into her heart. W. Warner. When love hath knit two parts in perfect unity, They seldom fail to find th'opportunity. S. I. Harrington. Occasion. Occasion's winged, and ever flieth fast, Coming she smiles, and frowns once being past. M. Drayton. Now by the forehead let us take Occasion, Lest after all our travel and expense, He hide away his hair, and turn his balld, And we unprovident bethought and called. S. I. H. If lust or age doth mind assail, Subdue Occasion, so thou shalt prevail. Idem. True judgement sleight regards Opinion. I. Marston. Opinion how dost thou molest Th'affected mind of restless man? Who following thee never can, Nor ever shall attain to rest, Forgetting what thou sayst is best, Yet lo, that best he finds far wide, Of what thou promisest before, For in the same he looked for more, Which proves but small when once is tried. S. Daniel. He only treads the sure and perfect path To greatness, who love and opinion hath. Idem. Let us esteem Opinion as she is fools babble, innovations mistress. The Proteus' Robin good fellow of change, Smithfield of jaded fancies, and th'exchange Of fleeting censures, nurse of heresy, Begot by nature on inconstancy, It's but the kiss of grief, the people's noise, The tongue of humours and fantastic voice, Of hair brained apprehension it respects With all due titles, and that due neglects Even in one instant. Ed. Guilpin. Patience. Patience doth bear a never pierced shield, Whose brightness hath enforc'r more monsters yield, Then that of ugly Gorgon's head was made. I. Syluister. Patience is anger's subject, and controlled With every fury, which men would redress, But cannot do it, for she is gentle mild, O'ercome and kept down like a strengthless child. Ch. Middleton. Patience a praise, forbearance is a treasure, Sufferance an angel, a monster rage. Ed. Fairfax. Let gentle Patience profit thee, for Patience is a thing, Whereby a beggar gaineth of a discontented King. W. Warner. Man in himself a little world doth bear, His soul the Monarch ever ruling there, Where ever then his body do remain, He is a King that in himself doth reign, And never feareth fortune's hot'st alarms, That bears against her Patience for her arms. M. Drayton. The lesser pangs can bear, who hath endured the chief. Ed. Sp. What fortune hurts, let Patience only heal, No wisdom with extremities to deal. M. Dr. By patiented sufferance could we mildly bear With fortune, yet we equally might share, And overcoming that which all do fear. By present cure, prevent ensuing care. Idem. Who in distress from resolution flies, Is rightly said to yield to miseries. That life is only miserable and vile, From which fair Patience doth itself exile. Idem. Though eyes want sight of that they would see feign, The thought yet sees, and heart with patience likes it: Long absence grieves thee when they meet again, Absence delights, and doth more pleasant make it To serve and sue long time for little gain. (So that all hope do not quite forsake it) One may endure, for when the pain is past Reward though long it stay, yet comes at last. S. I. H. Let Brontes and black Steropes Sweat at the Forge their hammers beating: An hour will come, they must affect their ease, Though but while metals heating. And after all their Aetnean ire, " Gold that is perfect will outlive the fire. " For Fury wasteth, " As Patiend lasteth. " No armour to the Mind:" He is shoot-fire From injury, That is not hurt; not he, that is not hit: So fools we see, Oft scape their Imputation, more through luck, then wit. B. Johnson. Passion. Passion devours, but time digests our woe. Passion bears high, when puffing wits do blow: But is indeed a to●, if not a toy, True cause of evils, and cause of caused th' show. S. Phil. Sid They only aptest are for to reveal Their private passions who the same do feel. D. Lodge. None doth live not passionate of love, ire, mirth or grief. W. Warner. A man may not of passions judge aright, Except his mind be from all passions free: Nor can a judge his office well acquit, If he possessed of either party be. I. davies. Parents. It is as common as unkind a fault In youth (too subject to this world's assault) To imitate, admit, and daily choose Those errors which their lawless parents use. D. Lodge. If damned dice the father doth affect, The selfe-like folly doth his heir infect. If lust, to lust the son is to proclive, If fraud, by fraud his wanton race will thrive. If surfeit, surfeit is esteemed no sin, For youth persevers as he doth begin. Idem. — From damned deeds abstain, From lawless riots and from pleasures vain. If not regarding of thy own degree, Yet in behalf of thy posterity, For we are docible to imitate Depraved pleasures, though degenerate. Be careful therefore lest thy son admit By ear or eye things filthy or unfit. Idem. The Babe is blest that godly parent● bred, And sharpe-sweet tutor's train in loving dread: But chief that (in tender cradle bed) With sincere milk of piety is fed. I. Syl. — Charitable, godly, wise and continent were fit Should parents be; so prosper they, theirs, and whom they beget. W. Warner. — Oft we see men so fond and blind To carry to their sons too much affection: That when they seem to love they are unkind, For they do hate a child that spare correction. S. I. H. — Parent's thoughts in love, oft step awry. G. Peele. Our parent's age worse than our grandsires be, We worse, beget our children worse than we. Th. Storer. Peace. — Mother of the living, second nature Of th'elements, fire, water, earth and air: The grace whereby men climb the heavenly chair, Whence void, this world harbours no happy creature. Pillar of laws, religions pedestal, Hope of the glory, glory of the immortal. Honour of cities, pearl of kingdoms all, The nurse of virtues, Muses chief supportall. Patron of arts, of good the special spring. I. Sylvester. heavens sacred nymph, fair goddess that renewest The golden age, and brightly now revewest, Our cloudy sky, making our fields to smile, Hope of the virtuous, horror of the vile. Virgin unseen, in France this many a year, O blessed peace, we bid thee welcome here. Idem. O holy peace by thee are only found, The passing joys that every where abound. G. Gascoigne. Transl. — Most sacred peace Doth nourish virtue, and fast friendship breeds, Weak she makes strong, & strong things does increase: Till it the pitch of highest praise exceeds. Brave be her wars, and honourable deeds, By which she triumphs over ire and pride, And wins an olive garland for their meeds. Ed. Spencer. Peace doth depend on reason, war on force, The one is human, honest and upright: The other brutish, fostered by despite. The one extreme, concluded with remorse, The other all injustice doth divorce. D. Lodge. Peace brings in pleasure, pleasure breeds excess, Excess procureth want, want worse distress. Distress contempt, contempt is not repaired, Till lifeless death determine hope despaired. Idem. wars greaest woes, and miseries increase, Flows from the surfeits which we take in peace. B. John. Pleasure. Physche in steadfast love and happy state With Cupid lives, and hath him borne a child, Pleasure that doth both Gods and men aggrate. Ed. Spencer. Most easy is the way and passage plain, To pleasure's palace; it may soon be spied, And day and night her doors to all stand open wide. Idem. Her face was wan, a lean and withered skin, Her stature scant three horsloaves did exceed: Her hair was grey of hue, and very thin, Her teeth were gone, her gums served in their steed. No space there was between her nose and chin. Her noisome breath contagion would breed. In fine, of her it might have well been said, In Nestor's youth she was a pretty maid. S. I. Harr. O poisoned hook that lurks in sugared bait O Pleasures vain, that in this world are found: Which like a subtle thief do lie in wait To swallow man in sink of sin profound. Idem. — Revels, dances, masks and merry hours, Forerun fair love, strowing her way with flowers. W. Sha. O Pleasure thou the very lure of sin, The root of woe, our youths deceitful guide: A shop where all infected persons been, The bait of lust, the instrument of pride. Enchanting Circe's smoothing covert guile, Alluring Siren, flattering Crocodile. M. Drayton. Pleasures be poor, and our delights be dead, When as a man doth not enjoy the head. Idem. Never have unjust pleasures been complete In joys entire; but still fear kept the door: And held back something from that hell of sweet, To inter sour unsure delights the more. For never did all circumstances meet With those desires which were conceived before. Something must still be left to cheer our sin, And give a touch of what should not have been. S. Daniel. Pleasure is felt, opinion but conceived. Idem. In fear her arts are learned now a days, To counterfeit their hair and paint their skin: But reasons ring their craft and guile bewrays, No wise men of their paintings pass a pin. S. I. H. Too much desire to please, pleasure divorces, Attempts, and not entreat, get Ladies largesse. G. Chapman. Our fond preferments are but children's toys, And as a shadow all our pleasures pass: As years increase, so waning are our joys, And beauty crazed like a broken glass, A pretty tale of that which never was. M. Drayton. — Pleasure's never dine but on excess, Whose diet made to draw on all delight: And overcome in that sweet drunkenness, His appetite maintained by his sight, Strengtheneth desire, but ever weakeneth might. Until this ulcer ripening to an head, Vomits the poison which it nourished. Idem. Short hours work long effects minutes have change, While pleasure joyeth, pain more ripe doth grow. Idem. The secret sweet is sweetest, sweet to fall. Th. Achilley. — To them that know not pleasures price, All's one, a prison, or a paradise. M. Drayton. Poesy. All art is learned by art, this art alone It is a heavenly gift: no flesh nor bone Can praise the honey we from pinned distill, Except with holy fire his breast we fill. From that spring flows, that men of special choose Consumed in learning and perfect in prose: For to make verse in vain do is travel take, When as a prentice fairer words will make. K. of S. Whilom in ages past none might profess But princes and high priests that sacred skill: The sacred laws wherein they want express, And with deep oracles their verses fill, Then was he held in sovereign dignity, And made the noursling of nobility. But now nor Prince nor Priest doth her maintain, But suffer her profaned for to be, Of the base vulgar that with hands unclean Dares to pollute her hidden mystery. And treadeth underfoot her holy things, Which was the care of Keysars and of Kings. Ed. Spencer. Those numbers wherewith heaven & earth are moved, Show, weakness speaks in prose, but power in verse. S. Daniel. — Man from man must holy parted be, If with his age his verse do well agree. Amongst our hands, he must his wits resing, A holy trance to highest heaven him bring. For even as human fury makes the man Less than the man: so heavenly fury can Make man pass man, and wander in holy mist Upon the fiery heaven to walk at list. Within that place the heavenly Poets sought Their learning, sin to us here down it brought. With verse that ought to Atropos no due, Dame nature's trunchmen, heavens interpret true, K. of Scots. The vaunted verse a vacant head demands, Ne wont with crabbed care the Muses dwell, Unwisely weaves that takes two webs in hand. Ed. Spencer. O peerless poesy, where is then thy place? If not in prince's palace thou dost sit, And yet is prince's palace the most fit. Or breach of base birth doth thee embrace, Then make thee wings of thy aspiring wit, And whence thou cam'st fly back to heaven apace. Idem. All art is learned by art, but poesy It is a gift divine, and cannot die. Idem. Like as into the wax the seals imprent, Is like a seal: right so the Poet gent, Doth grave so vive in us his passions strange, As makes the reader half in author change, For Verses force is like that softly slides, Through secret poris, and in our senses bides, As make them have both good and ill imprinted, Which by the learned work is represented. K. of Scots. — Only he of laurel is condign, Who wisely can with profit pleasure minge, The fairest walking on the sea coast been, And surest swimming where the braes are green, So wise is he who in his verse can have Skill mixed with pleasure sports, with doctrine grave. Idem. Who ever casts to compass weighty prize, And thinks to throw out thundering words of threat: Let power in lavish cups and thrifty bits of meat, For Bacchus' fruit is friend to Phoebus' wise, And when with wine the brain gins to sweat, The numbers flow, as freely spring doth rise. Ed. Spencer. Ridled poesies and those significantly flow, Differ in ears, as do in mouths the apricock and sloe. W. Warner. What reason moved the golden Augustine To name our poetry vain errors wine? Or Jerome deeply sighted in their evils, To term it nothing but the food of devils. Nought but the misimployment of our gifts, Ordained for Art, but spent in shameless slufts. D. Lodge. Look as the sunbeam in a burning glass, Doth kindle fire where ever it doth pass, But freely spread upon th'engendering earth, Eggs on the spring, and bills the cause of dearth, So poesy restrained in errors bounds, With poisoned words and sinful sweetness wounds, But clothing virtue and adorning it, Wit shines in virtue, virtue shines in it. Idem. Poets. The Greeks do paint the poet's office whole, In Pegasus their feigned horse, with wings, Whom shaped so, Medusa's blood did foil, Who with his feet struck out the muse's springs Fro flinty rocks to Helicon that clings, And then flew up into the starry sky, And there abides among the Gods on high: For who that will a perfect Poet be, He must be bred out of Medusa's blood, He must be chaste and virtuous as was she, Who to her power, the Ocean God withstood. To th'end also his doom be just and good, He must as she, look rightly with one eye, Truth to regard, ne write one thing awry. In courage eke, he must be like a horse, He may not fear to register the right. What though some frown? thereof he may not force No bit, ne rain his tender jaws may twight, He must be armed with strength of wit and spirit, To dash the rocks, dark causes and obscure, Till he attain the springs of truth most pure. His hoves also must pliant be and strong, To rive the rocks of lust and errors blind. In brainless heads that always wander wrong, These must be bruised with reasons plain and kind, Till springs of grace do gush out of thy mind: For till affections fond be from thee driven, In vain is truth told, or good counsel given. Like Pegasus, a Poet must have wings, To fly to heaven, or where him liketh best, He must have knowledge of eternal things, Almighty Jove must harbour in his breast, With worldly cares he may not be oppressed. The wings of wit and skill must heave him hire, With great delight to ratify desire. He must also be lusty, free, and swift, To travel far to view the trades of men. Great knowledge oft is gotten by the shift, Things that import he must be quick to pen, Reproving vices sharply now and then. He must be swift when touched tyrants chafe, To gallop thence, to keep his carcase safe. M. of M. A Poet must be pleasant, not too plain, Faults to control, ne yet to flatter vice, But sound and sweet, in all things ware and wise. Idem. — Poet's only pride, Is virtue to advance, and vice deride. Ed. Spencer. — Poets right are like the pipe alway, Who full doth sound, and empty, stays to play: Even so their fury lasting, lasts their tone, Their fury ceased, their muse doth stay anon. K. of Scots. When heaven would strive to do the best she can, And put an angel's spirit into a man, Then all her powers she in that work doth spend, When she a Poet to the world doth send. The difference only twixt the Gods and us, Allowed by them, is but distinguished thus. They give men breath, men by their powers are born, That life they give, the Poet doth adorn: And from the world when they dissolve man's breath, They in the world do give man life in death. M. Drayton. — Who so will with virtues deeds assay To mount to heaven on Pegasus must ride, And with sweet poet's verse be glorified, For not to have been dipped in Lethe Lake, Can save the son of Thetis for to die, But that blind bard did him immortal make, With Verses dipped, in dew of Castelie, Which made the Eastern Emperor to cry. O fortunate young man whose virtue found So brave a trump thy virtues to resound. Ed. Spencer. physicians bills not patients but Apothecaries knows, Some modern Poets be hardly inward so, Not intellectually to write, is learnedly they trow, Whereby they hit capacities, as blind men hit the crow. W. Warner. As now by melancholy walks, and threadbare coats we guess, At clients and at Poets none work more, and profit less. None make to more unmade of more, the good of other men For those every the gownists, these eternize with their pen. Yet sooth nods to Poets now, are largesse and but lost, For Pallas hermits live secure, obscure in roofs embossed. Idem. The world and they so ill according be, That wealth and Poets hardly can agree: Few live in court, that of their good do care, The muse's friends are every where so rare. M. Draiton. He gives a Poet that his verses hears. Idem. But oh Maecenas is clad in clay, And great Augustus long ago is dead, And all the worthies liggen wrapped in lead, That matter made for Poets on to play ●or ever, who in dorring do, were dead, The lofty verse of them was loved aye: But after virtue, 'gan for age to stoop, And mighty manhood brought to bed of ease, ●he vaunting Poets found nought worth a pease, ●o put in preaze among the learned troup, ●ho 'gan the streams of flowing wits to cease, And sun-bright honour penned in shameful coop. Ed. Spencer. — These frugal patrons who begin To scantle learning with a servile pay, Make Poets think their negligence no sin, The cold conceit of recompense doth flay, Their fiery fury when they should begin, The Priest unpaid, can neither sing nor say, Nor Poets sweetly write, except they meet With some rewards for sermoning so sweet. D. Lodge. — Plato's commonweal did pack None of those Poets, who by Verse did make The good men evil, and the wicked worse, Whose pleasant words betrayed the public corpse, Nor those who in their songs good terms, always joined with fair themes: whilst thundering on the praise Of God, just thunderer; whiles this holy speech, Like Hermes did the way to strayers teach. K. of Scots. Plenty. — Such is th'ffect of two much store, It makes them loath that which they loved before. Ch. Middleton. The stately Eagle on his pitch doth stand And from the main the fearful foul doth suit, Yet scorns to touch them lying on the land, When he hath felt the sweet of his delight, But leaves the same a pray to every Kite, With much we surfeit, plenty makes us poor, The wretched Indian scorns the golden oar. M. Drayton. Policy. O policy scarce known in times that's past, Or being known, yet lest of most esteemed, Thy providence most worthily shall last, And in these latter days be better deemed. L. Markham. — War, honour doth deserve, Yet counsel in all kingdoms pollicied, Is far more worthy and more dignified: For arms but in extremes do never serve, To reconcile and punish such as swerver. D. Lodge. He that will gain what policy doth heed, By Mercury must deal, or never speed. M. Drayton. Grounded advice in danger seldom trips The deadliest poison still can safely drink: Foresight, stands fast where giddy rashness slides, Wisdom seems blind, when eyed as a Lin● Prevention speaketh ill, but what he thinks, The deadliest hate which smiles securely stands. Idem. — Policy religious habit wears. Idem. No policy to silence now adays. Th. Storer. Our troubles kept abroad, although to cost, A●e well bought out, for least by them is lost. D. Lodge. 'tis better far thy enemy to aband Quite from thy bowers to a stranger soil, Then he at home thee and thy country foil. M. of M. The head that deems to overtop the sky, Shall perish in his human policy. R. Greene. How oft have watching policy devizde A cunning clause which hath himself surprised? How often hath lewd fraud been set a flore Of purpose that his goods might cut his throat? Who builds on strength by policy is stripped, Who hurts his wit by wit, is soon tripped. D. Lodge. Endeavours politic take small effect, That wants assistance from the heavenly word: Beside foam help must wealth and state afford. For judgement uttered by the mouth of want, Is either partial or admired scant. Th. Storer. A clergy man his calling much impairs, To meddle with the politic affairs. Idem. Though Marius could begin and make the fray, Yet Scaurus policy deserves the bay. D. Lodge. Let Catulus with Pompey be compared, Or witty Cicero with Catiline: And to prevent with policy divine, That which the other over-rashly dared, Deserves such fame as may not be imparde. Idem. Say military virtues do require A valiant heart, great strength and constancy: The self like gifts in civil policy, Are requisite for such as do aspire To gain renown by counsel for their hire. Idem. A little harm done to a great good end, For lawful policy remains enacted, The poisonous simple sometime is compacted In a pure compound; being so applied His venom in effect is purified. W. Sha. poverty. O poverty, chief of the heavenly brood. Ed. Fairfax. — Such is the world, this cros-blis world of ours, That virtue hardly hides herself in poor & desert bowers, And such be best as seem not best, content exceeds a crown W. Warner. — Powerful need (arts ancient dame, and keeper) The early watch clock of the slothful sleeper. I. Sylvester. — Lack is thrall and slave to every thing. Th. Churchyard. Need is mistress of all exercise. Th. Bastard. A scholars want exceeds a clowns content. Idem. No danger but in high estate, none err in mean degree. W. Warner. — Where imperious need doth tyrannize, The holy heat through worldly cares doth pause It's soiled with earthly thoughts and downward draws. Hence come those dull conceits among the wise, Which coy eared readers censure to proceed From ignorance, whereas they grow by need. D. Lodge. The citizens like ponned pikes, the lesser feeds the great, The rich for meat seek stomaches, and the poor for stomach meat. W. Warner. Be as thou art, not as thou wouldst, it will be as it is, Learn then to lack, and learn to live, for crosses never miss. Idem. Prayer. Prayers heart and sides, and feet, are full of wings (Like to th'Arcadian which Jove's errand brings) Her body burning, from her lips doth come The smoke of Incense, and of sweet Amome. I. Sylvester. heavens are propitious unto fearful prayers. R. Greene. Fasting (though faint) her face with joy she cheers, In weakness strong, and young in aged years. Quick health preserver, curbing Cupid's fits, Watchful, purge humours, and refining wits. I. Syl. Praise. This false painted deity called Laude, Which makes us thirst for vain eternity: Twixt our desires and hope, a cunning bawd Ushers the soul unto extremity: And helped by sly insinuating fraud, Covers her deeds in scrolls of piety. I. Markham. The hope of praise makes men no travel shun, To say an other day this have we done. S. I. H. Who rightly climbs the top of endless praise, Regards not what the wise discourser says. Th. Storer. — From praise takes envy cause. W. W. The chiefest praise is to embrace the man In wealth and woe, with whom our love began. G. Turb. The greatest praise, in greatest perils won. Ed. Fairfax. The loser wantonness sild are praised of many, Vice oft finds friends but virtue seldom any. M. Dray. In Athence where Themistocles remained, Though much he conquered by his regiments, Yet Solon was more praised for his intents. D. Lodge. Praise not the beauty of thy wife, though she of fame be spread, For Gyges moved so, did grafted on Caudales his head. W. Warner. Providence. O providence the conduct to our life, The ground of virtue, hostile foe to sin: That re●●est Towers, and appeasest strife: Thou gatherest all dispersed exiles in. Thou that inventest laws 'gainst man and wife. Thou mistress unto ancient discipline. Thou that bearest heaven and nature round about thee: That makest all things, nothing being without thee. I. Markham. Pride. Of grisly Pluto she the daughter was, And sad Proserpina the Queen of hell: Yet doth she think her peerless worth to pass, That parentage with pride so doth she swell, And thundering Jove that high in heaven doth dwell: And wield the world, she claimed for her sire. Or if that any else doth Jove excel, For to the highest she doth still aspire, Or if ought higher were, then that doth it desire. — And proud Lucifera men did her call. Ed. Spencer. O pride, the shelf close shrouded in the port Of this life's Ocean, drowning all resort. D. Lodge. Pride makes her rownds, for she hath never end, And sonnets, for she never leaves her noise: She makes her dumps if any thing offend, And to her Idoll-selfe with warbling voice Sings hymns and Anthems of especial choice. And yet prides quiuer's put to silence clean, Wanting a base, a tenor, and a mean. Th. Storer. The winged giant lofty staring pride, That in the clouds her braving breast doth hide. I. Syl. Pride is the root of ill in every state, The source of sin, the very fiend his fee: The head of hell, the bough, the branch, the tree. From which do spring and sprout such fleshly seeds, As nothing else but moan and mischief breeds. G. Gascoigne. Pride draws on vengeance, vengeance hath no mean. — Nemesis hath every hour reserved A plague for pride that hath from justice swerved. D. Lodge. — Such is the nature still of haughty pride, Can nothing less than others praise abide. M. of M. — When once pride but pointeth toward his fall. He bears a sword to wound himself withal. M. Drayton. — Lofty pride that dwells In towered courts, is oft in shepherds cells. Ch. Marlowe. A proud man may his own musician be, His heads devise makes pavins to his heart: This heart with lips and pleasures danceth free, All but the measures framing every part Like organis worthy of so sweet an art. His thoughts plays marches to his vaulting mind, And memory his Recorder stands behind. Th. Storer. Gay without good, is good hearts greatest loathing. Ed. Spencer. Princes. The very place wherein a Prince appears Discerns his presence, makes his chamber blest: Like Planets are they known within their spheres, Or as halcyon with her luring breast: Demonstrates wind from wind, and East from West. This is a certain nature of estate, It cannot masked be, nor change his gate. Th. Storer. A Prince's safety lies in loving people, His fort is justice (free from stratagem) Without the which strong citadels are feeble, The subjects love is won by loving them. Of loving them no oppression is the trial, And no oppression makes them ever loyal. I. Syl. To be a Prince, is more than be a man. S. Daniel. — Princes are the glass, the school, the book where subjects eyes do live, do read, do look. w. warner. Howbeit subjects falsely judge their Princes blessed are, when both of peace & perils they contain the common care. And yet for this they grudgingly from pounds a penny spare. Idem. Princes in subjects wrongs must deem themselves abused S. Phil. Sidney. Private men sound not the hearts of Princes, Whose actions oft bear contrary pretences. S. Daniel. Princes like lions never will be tamed, A private man may yield and care not how, But greater hearts will break before they bow. Idem. The Prince's arms are stretched from shore to shore. M. Drayton. — As the pawnce doth circle with the sun, So to the vice, or virtue of the Prince, are people won. W. Warner. Good Prince's sorrow more in punishing, Then evil subjects in committing sin. Ch. Mid. Even as defaults will more conspicuous be How much th'offender greater is esteemed: So virtue in a princely body seen, Lamp-like and far more excellently deemed, That in such vinitie it's seldom seen. In mutual approach of highest bliss, Whether more graced each by other is. Th. Storer. O happy Princes whose foresight and care Can win the love of writers in such sort As Caesar's did, so as you need not dread The lake of Lethe after ye be dead. S. I.H. — Prince's never do themselves more wrong Then when they hinder justice or prolong. Idem. In whose high breast may justice build her bower When Princes hearts wide open lie to wrong? G. Gascoigne. We imitate the greater powers, The prince's manners, fashion ours: The example of their light regarding, Vulgar looseness much incenses, Vice uncontrolled, grows wide enlarging, Kings small faults be great offences. S. Daniel. Oft for the pleasure of a prince go many things awry. W. Warner. Princes like sins be evermore in sight, Ill see the clouds which do eclipse their light. Yet they which light all down from their skies, See not the clouds offending others eyes. And deem their noontide is desired of all, When all expect clear changes by their fall. M. Dray. Princes have but their titles for their glories, An outward honour for an inward toil: And for unfelt imagination They often feel a world of restless cares. So that betwixt their titles and low names Their's nothing differs but the outward fame. W. Sha. Seld shall you see the ruin of a prince, But that the people eke like brunt do bear: And old records of ancient times long since From age to age, yea almost every where, With proof hath glutted every year. Thus by the follies of the prince's heart, The bounden subject still receiveth smart. G. Gascoigne. Quietness. The wind is great upon the highest hills, The quiet life is in the dale below: Who tread on y●e shall slide against their wills, They want not cares that curious arts would know. Who lives at ease and can content him so Is perfect wise, and sets us all to school: Who hates this lore, may well be called a fool. M. of M. — Quietness the only nurse or ease. M. Dray. Wellwot I soothe they say that say, more quiet nights and days. The shepherd sleeps & wakes, than he whose cattle he doth graze▪ W. Warner. Reason. — Logic, reason in a dance (reason the Cynosure and bright lodestar In this world's sea) t'avoid the rock of chance, For with close following and continuance, O●e reason doth another so ensue, A in conclusion still the dance i● true. I. davies. — Reason should have ability To h●ld these worldly things in such proportion, As lethem come or go with even facility. S. Phil. Sidney. — ●uery thing that is begun with reason Will c●●e by ready means unto his end, But things miscounseled, must needs miswend. Ed. Spencer. Reason by prudence in her function, Had wont to tutor all out action, Aiding with precepts of philosophy Our feebled nature's imbecility, But now affection with concupiscence, Have got o'er reason chief pre-eminence. I. Marston. What war so cruel, or what siege so sore As that which strong affections do apply Against the fort of reason evermore, To bring the soul into captivity? Their force is fairer through infirmity Of the frail flesh, relenting to their rage, And exercise most bitter tyranny, Upon the parts brought into their bondage; No wretchedness is like to sinful villainy. Ed. Spencer. But in a body which doth freely yield His parts to reasons rule obedient, And letteth not that aught the sceptre wield, All happy peace and goodly government. Is settled there in sure establishment. Idem. He that is of reason's skill bereft, And wants the stuff of wisdom him to stay, Is like a subject midst of tempest left, Withouten helm or pilot her to sway, Full sad and dreadful is that ships event: So is the man that want intendment, Idem. Reason doth teach us that the care is vain, For ill once past which cannot turn again. Th. watson. If reason bandy with opinion, Opinion wins in the conclusion: For if a man be once opinionate, Millions of reasons will extenuate His forced malice: conference Cannot assuage opinions insolence. But let opinion once lay battery To reasons for't, she will turn heresy Or superstition, wily politist, But she will win those rampires which resist. Ed. Gilpin. — Nought can reason avail in heavenly matters. S. Phil▪ Sid. She whom sans reason men have reason height, Since first in ●ire the Lord the air enclosed: In air the sea, in sea the earth disposed Hath with mild faith maintained continual fight. I. Sylvester. — The eye of reason is with raging ybent. Ed. Sp. Religion. Sacred Religion, mother of form and fear. S. Daniel. O that this power from everlasting given, The great alliance made twixt God and us, The intelligence that earth doth hold with heaven. Sacred Religion, O that thou must thus Be made to smooth our unjust unevin, Brought from above earth's quarrel to discuss. Must men beguile our souls to win our wills, And make our zeal the furtherer of ills? Idem. No one quails religion more than foundering presbitie, Each s●t impugning order, saith and doth his infancy. W. Warner. What may not mischief of mad man abuse? Religion's cloak some one to vice doth choose. And maketh God protector of his crime, O monstrous world, well ought we wish thy fine. M. of M. — English men, nay Christian men, not only seem profane, But man to man, as beast to beast hold civil duties vain. Yea pulpits some like peddlers packs yield forth as men affect: And what a synod should conclude, a souter doth correct. The rude thus bossing literature, one sin begets another And grossly though a schism, yet hath each schismatic his brother Mean while the learned want their meed, & none with profit hears, The tedious dolt whose artless tongue doth preach to very ears. W. Warner. — Since pure religion doth install Learned professors, Prelates of deserts, Let them aspire and reac instructed hearts Against the base bestowers of church livings, That use their grants in tellings, not in givings. Th. Storer. Repentance. Repentance makes two rivers of her eyes, Her humble face dares scant behold the skies: Her broken breast is beaten blue and black, Her tender fleshis rend with rugged sack, With sorrows snows her hoary waxed head, With ashes pale, and dust is overspread. I. Syluister. Repentance, hope, and soft humility, Do flank the wings of faiths triumphant car, Idem. Repentance, A salve, a comfort, and a cordial, He that hath her, the keys of heaven hath, This is the guide, this is the port, the path. M. Drayton. O happy they that keep within their measure, To turn their course in time, and sound retreat, Before that wit which late Repentance taught, Were better never had then so dear bought. S. I. H. Sins have their salves, repentance can do much. R. Greene. — To be penitent for faults, with it a paron bears. W. W. Then hope we health when sin is left repentantly in heart, Add then new life, and we to God, God doth to us convert. Idem. Yet stay thy feet in murders ugly gate, Ill comes to soon, repentance oft too late. M. Dr, Their lives no man so settled in content, That hath not daily whereof to repent. D. Lodge. We see what's good, and thereto we consent, But yet we choose the worse and soon repent. S. Daniel. Rest. — What so strong, But wanting rest, will also want of might? The sun that measures heaven all day long, At night doth bathe his steeds, th'Ocean waves among. Ed. Spencer. Untroubled night they say, gives counsel best. Idem. Who long hath rested cannot run apace, The fettered horse is hindmost in the chase. Revenge. — Next within the entry of the gate, Sat fell revenge, gnashing her teeth with ire, Devising means how she may vengeance take, Never in rest till she have her desire. But frets within so far forth with the fire Of wreaking flames, that now determines she, To die by death, or venged by death to be. M. Sackuill. O fearful frowning Nemesis, Daughter of justice most severe, That art the world's great arbitress, And Queen of causes reigning here. S. Daniel. Fierce Nemesis mother of fate and change, Sword bearer of th'eternal providence. Idem. — Nemesis whose hasty revenging Hands are ever at hand: whose mind is mutable always, At miseries laughing, at men's felicity grudging. A. France. — Nemesis high mistress of revenge, That with the scourge keeps all the world in awe. Th. Dekkar. The mind by wrong is made a malcontent, And clouds her shine in pleaslesse melancholy, Her holy humours are in passion spent, Till by revenge she's set at liberty. For 'tis revenge that satisfaction brings To injured minds, and to oppressed things. I. Markham. The soul is like a boisterous working sea, Swelling in billows for disdain of wrongs, And tumbling up and down from bay to bay, Proves great with child of indignations. Yet with revenge is brought to calm allay, Disburdened of the pain thereto belongs. Her bowers are turned to bright-faced sunshine braves, And fair content plays gently on her waves. Idem. Revenge dies not, rigour begets new wrath, And blood hath never glory, mercy hath. S. D. Revenge is mine, saith he that sits on high. Th. Achelly. O dire revenge when thou in time art raked, From out the ashes that preserve thee long, And lightly from thy cinders art awaked, Fuel to freedom, and reviv'd with wrong: How soon from sparks the greatest flames art sprung? Which doth by nature to his top aspire, Whose massy greatness once kept down his fire. M. Drayton. Revenge in tears doth ever wash his hands, Idem. Who so doth threat means of revenge doth lose. S. D. Had I revenged been of every harm, My coat had never kept me half so warm. G. Gascoigne. Though vengeance come behind, and her foot sore, She overtakes th'offender going before. Riches. Description of Mammon. At last he came unto a gloomy glade, Covered with boughs and shades from heaven light: Whereas he sitting found in secret shade, An uncouth, salvage, and uncivil wight, Of grisly hue, and foul ill-favoured sight: His face with smoke was tanned, and eyes were bleared, His head and beard with sowte were all bedight, His coal black hands did seem to have been seared, In smith-fiers spitting forge, & nails like claws appeared. His Iron coat all overgrown with rust, Was underneath enueloped with gold, Whose glittering gloze darkened with filthy dust Well it appeared to have been of old, A work of rich entrail and curious mould, Woven with antics and wild imagery, And in his lap a mass of coin he told And turned upside down to feed his eye, A covetous desire with his huge treasury: And round about him lay on every side, Great heaps of gold that never could be spent, Of Mulciber's devouring element: Some others were near driven and distent Into great Ingoes and to wedges square, Some in round plates without monument: But some were stamped, and in their end all bare, The antic shapes of Kings and Keysars, strange and rare. Ed. Spencer. Mammon. — I riches read And deem them root of all disquietness: First got with guile, and then preserved with dread, And after spent with pride and lavishness: Leaving behind them grief and heaviness. Infinite mischiefs of them do arise, Strife and debate, blood-shead and bitterness, Outrageous wrong, and hellish covetise, That noble heart as great dishonour doth despise. Idem. — It's but a little slide That doth the house of riches from her mouth divide. Before the door sat self-consuming care, Day and night keeping wary watch and ward: For fear least fotce or fraud should unaware Break in and spoil the treasure there ingard. Ne would he suffer sleep once thitherward Approach, albe his drowsy den were next, For next to death is sleep to be compared, Therefore his house is unto his annexed, Here sleep, there riches, & hell gate them both betwixt. Ed. Spencer. Well may a rich man's hearse want tears, but heirs he shall not miss, To whom that he is dead at length no little joy it is. w. warner. Good is no good, but if it be spend, God giveth good for no other end. Ed. Spencer. Vessels of brass, oft handled brightly shine, What difference between the richest mine And basest earth, but use? for both not used Are of little worth: then treasure is abused When misers keep it, being put to lone, In time it will return us two for one. Ch. Marlowe. Gold is a suitor, never took repulse, It carries palm with it, (where ere it goes) Respect, and observation; it uncovers The knotty heads of the most surly grooms, Enforcing iron doors to yield it way, Were they as strong rammed up as Aetna gates. It bends the hams of Gossip Vigilance, And makes her supple feet, as swift as wind. It thaws the frostiest, and most stiff disdain: Muffles the clearness of Election, Strains fancy unto foul apostasy. And strikes the quickest-sighted judgement blind. Then why should we despair? Despair? Away: Where Gold's the motive, women have no Nay. B. Johnson. Wealth in this age will scarcely look on merit. Idem. — Gentry doth small avail, And virtue less, if lands and riches fail. S. I. H. Sacrilege. The common text shall have a common gloss, Receipts in parcels, shall be paid in gross. This doctrine preached who from the church doth take At last shall treble restitution make. M. Dray. Secrecy. — Secrecy the crown of a true lover. M. Drayton. — Hard it is to prove By sight or speech, what bides in secret breast. S. I. H. — What can so secret be, But out of it will when we do least suspect? For posts have ears, and walls have eyes to see, Dumb beasts and birds have tongues ill to detect. Idem. Silence. Dumb Silence, sworn attendant on black night, Thou that hast power to close up murmurs jaw: To stop the barking of the watchful hound, And charm the gaggling of those waking fowl, That saved Jove's Capitol, mild Queen of rest. Th. Dekkar. Soft Silence, and submiss obedience, Both linked together never do departed: Both gifts of God, nor gotten but from thence, Both garlands of his saints, against their foe's offence. Ed. Spencer. — Silence wisdoms mother. S. Phil. Sidney. Silence doth seem the mask of base oppression. Idem. Senses. Although things sensible be numberless, But only five the senses organs be: And in those five all things their forms express, Which we can touch, taste, feel, or hear or see. I. davies. Man's eye makes what is seen to seem so fair, Man's ear makes what is heard to sound so sweet: His touch by softness every sense is meet For his own object. Idem. Sight. — The two eyes which have the seeing power, Stand as one watchman, spy, or sentinel: Being placed aloft within the heads hie tower, And though both seeing, yet both but one thing tell. Idem. — Nine things to sight required are, The power to see, the light, the visible thing: Being not too small, too thin, too nigh, too far, Clear space; and time the form distinct to bring. Idem. Like as a glass is an inanimate eye, And outward forms embraceth outwardly, So is the eye an amimate glass that shows In forms without us. G. Chapman. What we behold is censured by the eyes, Where both deliberate the love is slight: Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight? Ch. Marlowe. I trow that countenance cannot lie, Whose thoughts are legible in the eye. M. Roydon. Often the eye mistakes, the brain being troubled. W. Sha. All amorous eyes observing form, thinks parts obscured best. w. warner. A greedy eye will have a greedy hand. D. Lodge. — A monstrous rabblement Of fowl misshapen wights, of which some were Headed like owls, with beaks uncomely bend: Others like dogs, others like griffins drear, And some had wings, and some had claws to tear. And every one of them had Lynceus eyes, And every one did bows and arrows bear. All those were lawless lusts, corrupt envy, And covetous aspects, all cruel enemies. Those same against the bulwark of the sight Did lay strange siege and battailous assault, Ne once did yield it respite day or night, But soon as Titan 'gan his head exalt, And soon again as he his light withhault Their wicked engines they against it bend: That is each thing by which the eyes may fault. But to them all more huge and violent, Beauty and money, they that bulwark shroudly rend. Ed. Spencer. Hearing. Ears office is the troubled air to take, Which in their mazes forms a sound or noise, Whereof herself doth true distinction make. The wickets of the soul are placed on high, Because all sounds do lightly mount aloft: And that they may not pierce too violently, They are delayed with turns and windings oft. I. davies. As streams which with their winding banks do play, Stopped by their creeks run softly through the plain: So in the ears labyrinth the voice doth stay, And doth with easy notice touch the brain. Idem. It is the slow'st yet the daintiest sense, For even the ears of such as have no skill, Perceive a discord and conceive offence, And knowing not what's good, yet find the ill. Idem. These conduit pipes of knowledge the mind, But th'other three attend the body still: For by their services the soul doth find What things are to the body good or ill. I. davies. The second bulwark was the hearing sense, 'Gainst which the second troop designment makes Deformed creatures, in strange difference, Some having heads like hearts, some like to snakes, Some wild like boars, late roused out of the brakes. Slanderous reproaches and foul infamies, Leasings, backbitings, and vainglorious crack. Bad counsels, praises and false flatteries, All those against that first did send their batteries. Ed. Spencer. Smelling. Next, in the nostrils she doth use the Smell, As God the breath of life in them did give: So makes he now his power in them to dwell, To judge all airs whereby we breath and hue. This sense is also mistress of an art, Which to soft people sweet petfumes doth sell: Through this dear art doth little good impart, Since they smell best that doth of nothing smell. And ye good scents do purify the brain, Awake the fancy, and the wits refine: Hence old devotion in advise did ordain, To make men's spirits more apt to thoughts divine. I. davies. Likewise that same third fort that is the smell, Of that third troop was cruelly assayed: Whose hideous shapes were like to fiends of hell. Some like to hounds, some like to apes dismayed. Some like to puttocks all in plumes arraide, All shaped according their conditions, For by those ugly forms werren portrayed Foolish delights and fond abusions, Which do that sense besiege with light illusions. Ed. Sp. Tasting The body's life with meats and air is fed, Therefore the soul doth use the tasting power, In veins which through the tongue & palate spread. Distinguish every relish sweet and sour. This is the body's nurse: but since man's wit Found the Art of cookery to delight his sense, More bodies are consumed and killed with it, Then with the sword, famine, or pestilence. I. davies. — That fourth band which cruel battery bend Against the fourth bulwark, that is the taste: Was as the rest, a grisly rabblement, Some mouth like greedy Estriges, some faced Like loathly toads, some fashioned in the waste Like swine, for so deserved his luxury, Surfeit, misdiet, and unthrifty work, Vain feasts, and idle superfluity, All those this senses for't assail incessantly. Ed. Sp. Feeling. Lastly, the feeling power which is life's root, Through every living part itself doth shed, By sinews which extend from head to foot, And like a net all over the body spread. Much like a subtle spider which doth sit In middle of her web which spreadeth wide: If ought do touch the outmost thread of it, She feels it instantly on every side. I. davies. By touch the first pure qualities we learn, Which quicken all things, hot, cold, moist, and dry: By touch, hard, soft, rough, swoot, we do discern, By touch, sweet pleasure and sharp pain we try. These are the outward instruments of sense. These are the guards which every one must pass, Ere it approach the minds intelligence, Or touch the fantasy, wits looking glass. Idem. But the fift troop most horrible of hue, And fierce of force was dreadful to report: For some like snails, some did like spider's show, And some like ugly urchins thick and short, Cruelly they assailed that fift fort▪ Armed with darts of sensual delight, With strings of carnal lust and strong effect. Of feeling pleasures, with which day and night Against the same fift bulwark they continued fight. Ed. Spencer. sin. First we do taste the fruit, then see our sin. S. Daniel. Shame follows sin, disgrace is daily given, Impiety will out, never so closely done, No walls can hide us from the eye of heaven, For shame must end what wickedness begun, Forth breaks reproach when we least think thereon. Idem. Like as diseases common cause of death, Bring danger most when least they prick and smart: Which is a sign they have expulsed the breath Of lively heat which doth defend the heart, Even so such sins as felt are on no part, Have conquered grace, and by their wicked ure, So killed the soul that it can have no cure. I. Hig. M. of M. sins harvest never fails, but grace hath death. D. Lodge. Cover thou fire never so close within, Yet out it will, and so will secret sin. M. of M. It doubles sin if finely sin we practise to prevent. W.W. Man may securely sin, but safely never. B. Ihonson. What wight on earth can void of fault be found? What Saint is that who doth not sin sometime? tween good and bad this difference sole is found, That good men sin but seld, and mend betime. The bad man (making scruple none nor question) Yields willingly to every lewd suggestion. S. I. H. sins oft assayed, ere thought to be no sin, So soileth sin, the soul it sinketh in. M. of M. Shame leaves us by degrees, not at first coming, For nature checks a new offence with loathing. But use of sin doth make it seem as nothing. S. Daniel. What though our sins go brave and better clad? They are as those in rags, as base, as bad. Idem. The spot is foul, though by a Monarch made, Kings cannot privilege a sin forbade. Idem. — Sin ever must Be tortured with the rack of his own frame, For he that holds no faith, shall find no trust, But sowing wrong, is sure to reap the same. Idem. — Cunning sin being clad in virtues shape, Flies much reproof, and many storms doth scape. D. Lodge. — Place for people, people place, and all for sin decay. w. warner. To punish sin is good, it is no nay, They wreck not sin, but merit wreck for sin The father's fault that wreak upon the kin. M. of M. The sin to which a man by love is driven, So much the rather ought to be forgiven. S. I. H. Slander. Her face was ugly, and her mouth distort, Foaming with poison round about her gills, In which her cursed tongue full sharp and short, Appeared like asps sting, that closely kills, Or cruelly does wound, whom so she wills, A distaff in her other hand she had, Upon the which she little spins but spills, And feign to weave false tales and leasings bad To throw amongst the gods which others had dispred. Ed. Sp. Her nature is, all goodness to abuse, And causeless crimes continually to frame: With which she guiltless persons may abuse, And stole away the crown of her good name, Ne ever knight so bold, ne ever dame So chaste and loyal lived, but she would strive With forged cause, them falsely to defame. Ne ever thing was done so well alive, But she with blame would blot, and of due praise deprive. Idem. All like the stings of Asps, that kill with smart, Her spiteful words do pierce and wound the inner part. Idem. Fowl canker of fair virtuous action, Vile blaster of the fresh blooms here on earth, envies abhorred child detraction. I. Marston. Happy is he that lives in such a sort, That need not fear the tongues of false report. E. of S. The vulgar tongues are armed evermore With slanderous brute, to blemish the renown Of virtuous dames; which though at first it spring, Of slender cause, yet doth it swell so fast, As in short space it filleth every ear With swift report of undeserved blame. G. Gascoigne. — It ever hath been known, They other virtues scorn that doubt their own. S. Daniel. No plaster heals a deadly poisoned sore, No secret hid where slander keeps the door. M. Drayton. Against bad tongues goodness cannot defend her, Those be most free from faults, they lest will spare, But prate of them whom they have scantly known, judging their humours to be like their own. S. I. H. Slander once set on foot though false, is talked in every street. W. Warner. No wound with warlike hand of enemy Inflict with dint of sword so sore doth light, As doth the poisonous sting which infamy Infuseth in the name of noble wight. It never can recured be again, Ne all the skill which that immortal sprite Of Podalyrius did in it retain, Can remedy such hurts: such hurts are hellish pain. Ed. Sp. A sprightly wit disdains detraction. I. Marston. Backbiting pens, and pens that soothe up sin, envious the one, th'other clawbacks been. I. Syl. Sleep. Amidst a dark thick wood there is a cave, Whose entrance is with ivy overspread, They have no light within, nor none they crave, ●ere sleep doth couch her overdrowsie head, ●nd sloth lies by that seems the gout to have. ●nd idleness not so well taught as fed, ●hey point forgetfulness the gate to keep, ●hat none come out or in to hinder sleep. ●he knows no means of men, ne none will learn, ●heir messages she list not understand: She knows no business doth her concern, Silence is sentinel of all this band, And unto those he coming doth discern To come too near, he beckons with his hand, He treadeth soft, his shoes are made of felt, His garment short, and girded with a belt. S. I. H. By care lay heavy sleep, the cousin of death, Flat on the ground, and still as any stone: A very corpse, save yielding forth a breath, Small keep took he whom fortune frowned on, Or whom she lifted up into the throne Of high renown: but as a living death, So dead alive, of life he drew the breath. M. Sack. A drowsy head to earth by dull desire Draws down the soul that should to heaven aspire. Writing these later lines, weary wellnigh Of sacred Pallas, pleasing labour dear, Mine humble chin saluteth oft my breast, With an Ambrosian dew mine eyes possessed By piece-meal close; all moving powers die still, From my dull fingers drops my fainting quill. down in my sloath-bound bed again I shrink, And in dark Lethe all deep cares I sink. I. Syl. Solitariness. Sweet solitary life thou true repose, Wherein the wise contemplate heaven aright, In thee no dread of war or worldly foes, In thee no pomp seduceth mortal sight. In thee no wanton ears to win with words, Nor lurking toys which silly life affords. D.L. Soldiers. — O soldiers envy near ally to Kings Majestic humour, careful jealous thought: Thou, which awak'st us from ignoble things, A passion nearest to a godhead brought. Only indefinite: to whom none brings Limit or bound, thou greater than our thought, Who holds thee, holds a power to make him able, Who loses then, becomes most miserable. I. Mark, None is so poor of sense and eine, To whom a soldier doth not shine. G. Chap. No elegancy can beautify A shameless lump of gluttony: His heart sweet Cupid's tents rejects, That only meat and drink affects. O Flora all men's intellects, Know soldiers power such respects, Mere helps for need his mind sufficeth, Dull sleep and surfeits he despiseth: loves trump his temples exerciseth, Courage and love his life compriseth. Idem. Soul. — He that spread the skies And fixed the earth, first formed the soul in man, This true Prometheus first made men of earth, And shed in him a beam of heavenly fire, Now in their mother's wombs before their birth, Doth in all sons of men their souls inspire. And as Minerva is in fables feigned From Jove, without an other to proceed, So our true Jove without an others aid, Doth daily millions of Minerva's breed. I davies. Like as the sun above the light doth bring, Though we behold it in the air below, So from the eternal light the soul doth spring, Though in the body she her powers do show. Idem. The soul a substance and a body is, Which God himself doth in the body make, Which makes the man; or every man from this The nature of a man and name doth take. And though the spirit be to the body knit, As an apt mean her power to exercise: Which are, life, motion, sense, and will and wit, Yet she survives, although the body dies. She is a substance and a real thing, Which hath itself an actual working might, Which neither from the senses power doth spring, Nor from the body's humours tempered right. She is a vine which doth no propping need, To make her spread herself, or spring upright, She is a star whose beams do not proceed From any sin, but from a native light. Idem. She is a spirit and an heavenly influence, Which from the fountain of God's spirit doth flow, she's a spirit, yet not like air nor wind, Nor like the spirits about the heart or brain, Nor like the spirits which alchemists defined, When they in every thing seek gold in vain. Idem. — To show her powerful deity, Her sweet Endymion more to beautify, Into his soul the goddess doth infuse, The fiery Nature of an heavenly Muse: Which the spirit labouring by the mind, Partaketh of celestial things by kind: For why the soul being divine alone, Exempt from gross and vild corruption, Of heavenly secrets incomprehensible, Of which the dull flesh is not sensible▪ And by one only powerful faculty, Yet governeth a multiplicity, Being essential, uniform in all, Not to be severed or dividuall: But in her function holdeth her estate, By powers divine in her ingenerate: And so by inspiration conceiveth, What heaven to her by divination breatheth. M. Drayton. Like as the soul doth rule the earthly mass, And all the service of the body frame, So love of soul doth love of body pass, No less than perfect gold surmounts the meanest brass, Ed. Spencer. Every good motion that the soul awakes, A heavenly figure sees from whence it takes, That sweetelesse bloom which by power of kind, Forms like itself an image of the mind, And in our faith the operations be, Of that divineness which by faith we see, Which never errs but accidentally, By our frail fleshes imbecility, By each temptation over-apt to slide, Except our spirit becomes our bodies guide. For as our bodies prisons be the towers, So to our souls these bodies be of ours, Whose fleshly walls hinder that heavenly light, As these stone walls deprive our wished sight. Idem. — As Phoebus throws His beams abroad, though he in clouds be closed Still glancing by them till she find opposed A lose and rorid vapour, that is fit T'euent his searching beams, and useth it To form a twenty coloured eye, Cast in a circle round about the sky. So when our fiery soul, our body's star, (That ever is in motion circular) Conceives a form in seeking to display it, Through all our cloudy parts it doth convey it: Forth at the eye, as the most pregnant place, And that reflects it round about the face. Idem. Like as the moisture which the thirsty earth Sucks from the Sea to fill her empty veins, From out her womb at last doth take a birth, And runs a nymph along the grassy plains: Long doth she stay, as loath to leave the land, From whose soft side she first did issue make, She tastes all places, turns to every hand, Her flowing banks unwilling to forsake, Yet nature so her streams doth lead and carry, As that her course doth make no final stay, Till she herself unto the Ocean marry, Within whose watery bosom first she lay. Even so our soul within this earthly mould, The spirit doth secretly infuse, Because at first she doth the earth behold, And only this material world she views. At first our mother earth she holdeth dear, And doth embrace the world and worldly things, She flies close to the ground and hovers here, And mounts not up with her celestial wings. Yet under heaven she cannot light on aught, That with her heavenly nature doth agree, She cannot rest, she cannot fix her thought, She cannot in this world contented be. I. davies. When the soul finds here no true content, And like Noah's dove, can no sure footing take, She doth return from whence she first was sent, And flies to him that first her wings did make. Idem. Heaven waxeth old, and all the spheres above Shall one day faint, and their swift motion stay, And time itself shall cease in time to move, Only the soul survives and lives for aye. Idem. When as the soul is drowned once in vice, The sweet of sin makes hell a paradise▪ M, Drayton, ●s is the fable of the Lady fair, Which for her lust was turned into a cow, When thirsty to a stream she did repair, And saw herself transformed she knew not how, At first she startles, and she stands amazed, And loathes the watery glass wherein she gazed: At last for terror she from thence doth fly, And shuns it still, though she for thirst do die. Even so man's soul, which did God's image bear, And was at first fair, good, and spotless pure, Since with her sins her beauties blotted were, Doth of all sights her own sight lest endure: For even at first reflecting she espies Such strange chimeras and such monsters there, Such toys, such antics, and such vanities, As she retires, and shrinks for shame and fear. I. davis. Even as the man loves least at home to be, That hath a sluttish house haunted with spirits, So she impatient her own faults to see, Turns from herself, and in strange things delights▪ Idem. — 'tis a sacred cure To salve the soul's dread wounds, omnipotent That nature is, that cures the impotent Even in a moment, sure grace is infused By divine favour, nor by actions used: Which is as permanent as heavens bliss, To them that have it, than no habit is. I. Marston. That learned Father which so firmly proves The soul of man immortal and divine, And doth the several offices define. Anima. Gives her that name as she the body moves. Amor. Then is she love embracing charity. Animus. Moving a will in us, it is the mind. Mens. Retaining knowledge still the same in kind. Memoria. As intellectual it is the memory. Ratio. In judging, Reason only is her name. Sensus. In speedy apprehension it is sense. Conscientia. In right or wrong men call her Conscience. Spiritus. The Spirit, when to Godward it doth inflame. These of the soul the several functions be. M. Drayton. Like as two bellows blown turn by turn, By little and little make cold coals to burn, And then their fire inflamed with glowing heat, An iron bar which on the anvil beat, Seems no more iron, but flies almost all, In hissing sparkles and quicke-bright cinders small. So the world's soul should in our soul inspire, Th'eternal force of an eternal fire, And then our soul (as form) breath in our corpse, Her countless numbers, and heavens turned force, Wherewith our bodies beauty beautified, Should like our (deathless soul) have never died. I. Sylvester. Of Sorrow. In black all clad there fell before my face, A ptiteous wight whom woe had all forewast, Forth on her eyes the crystal tears out braced, And sighing fore her hands she wrung and fold, Tear all her hair, that ruth was to behold; Her body small, sore withered and forspent, As is the stalk that summer's drought oppressed, Her welked face with woeful tears besprent: Her colour pale (as it seemed) her best, In woe and plaint reposed was her rest: And as the stone that drops of water wears, So dented were her cheeks with fall of tears: Her eyes swollen with flowing streams afloat, Wherewith her looks thrown up full piteously, Her forceless hands together oft she smote, With doleful shrieks that echoed in the sky, Whose plaints such sighs did straight accompany, That in my doom was never man did see A wight but half so woe-begone as she. Sorrow I am, in endless sorrows pained, Among the furies in the infernal lake, Where Pluto God of hell so grisly black, Doth hold his throne and Lethe's deadly taste, Doth rive remembrance of each thing forepast. M. Sackuile. Sorrows first leader of this furious crowd, Muffled all over in a sable cloud, Old before age, afflicted night and day, Her face with wrinkles warped every way, Creeping in corners, where she sits and vies; Sighs from her heart, tears for her blubbered eyes, Accompanied with self-consuming care, With weeping pity, thought, and mad despair, That bears about her burning coals and cords, Asps, poisons, pistols, haulters, knives, and swords, Fowl squinting envy, that self-eating elf, Through others leanness fatting up herself, joining in mischief, feeding but with languor, And bitter tears, her toadlike swelling anger, And jealousy that never sleeps for fear, (suspicious flea still nibbling in her ear) That leaves repast and rest, near pined and blind, With seeking what she would be loath to find. I. Silvester. Two inward vultures, sorrow and disdain. Sorrow misfortunes son, despairs foul fire. Ed. Fairfax. Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noon tide night, W. Shakespeare. Sorrow is still unwilling to give over. S. Daniel. Sorrow grows senseless when too much she bears. M. Dr. Sad sorrow like a heavy ringing bell, Once set in ringing, with his own weight goes, Then little strength rings out the doleful knel. W. Sh. It is some ease our sorrows to reveal, If they to whom we shall impart our woes, Seem but to feel a part of what we feel. And meet us with a sigh but at a close. S. Daniel. Sighs are the ease calamity affords, Which serve for speech when sorrow wanteth words. Idem. Fell sorrows tooth never rankles more, Then when it bites, but launcheth not the sore. Idem. — Sorrow close shrouded in the heart. I know to keep, it is a wondrous smart, Each thing imparted, is more ease to bear, When the rain is fallen, the clouds wax clear. Ed. Spencer. — Sorrow ne need be hastened on, For he will come without calling anon. Idem. — Snarling sorrow hath less powrc to bite The man that mocks at it, and sets it light. Ed. Spencer. He that his sorrow sought through wilfulness, And his foe fettered would release again, Deserves to taste his folly's fruit, repent pain. Ed. Spencer. — Mirth doth search the bottom of annoy, Sad souls are slain in mirthie company, Grief best is pleased with griefs society: True sorrow than is feelingly sufficed, When with like sorrow it is sympathizde. True sorrow hath not ever a wet eye. Th. Dekker. Sad sorrow ever joys to hear her worst. S. D. Suspicion. — False suspicion of another is A sure condemning of our own amis. Edw. Gilpin. Mistrust doth treason in the truest raise, Suspicious Romulus stained his walls first reared With brother's blood, whom for light leap he feared, The jealous cuckold wears th'infamous horn, So not in brotherhood, jealousy may be borne. M. of M. Rivalles in love will be suspicious quickly. I. weever. The merchant trafficking abroad, suspects his wife at home A youth will play the wanton, & a wanton prove a mome. W. Warner. Tears. — These two parts belong Unto true knowledge, words and tears have force, To move compassion in the savage minds Of brutish people reason wanting kinds. Tho. Middleton. Tears, vows, and prayers gain the hardest hearts. S. Daniel. Tears work no truce, but where the heart is tender. D. Lodge. Tears harden lust, though marble wear with rain. W. Sh. Seld speaketh love, but sighs his secret pains, Tears are his truch-men, words do make him tremble. R. Greene. Tears cannot soften flint, nor vows convert. S. D. A doleful case desires a doleful song, Without vain art, or curious complement, And squalid fortune into baseness fling, Doth scorn the pride of wont ornament. Ed. Spencer. Temperance. — Temperance which golden squire, Betwixt these two can measure out a mean, Neither to melt in pleasures hot desire, Nor fry in heartless grief and doleful teen, Thrice happy man who fairs them both a tween. Ed. Spencer. Who ever doth to Temperance apply His steadfast life, and all his actions frame, Trust me shall find no greater enemy, Then stubborn perturbation to the same: To which right well the wise do give that name: For it the goodly peace of stayed minds Does overthrew, and troublous war proclaim, His own woes author, who so bond it finds, As did Pyrrhocles, and it wilfully unbind. Idem. A harder lesson to learn continence, In joyous pleasure then in grievous pain, For sweetness doth allure the weakest sense. So strongly that uneath it can refrain, From that which feeble nature covers feign, But grief and wrath that be her enemies And foes of life she better can restrain, Yet virtue vaunts in both their victories. Idem. O in what safety Temperance doth rest, When it finds harbour in a kingly breast. M. Drayton. Of all god's works which do this world adorn, There is none more fair and excellent Then is man's body, both for power and form, Whilst it is kept in sober government: But none than it more foul and indecent, Distempered through misrules, and passions base, It grows a monster, and incontinent, Doth lose his dignity and native grace. Ed. Spencer. Thoughts. Thoughts are the slaves of life, and life times fool, And time that takes survey of all the world Must have a stop. W. Shakespeare. Thoughts are but dreams, till their effects be tried. Idem. Who so thinks many things, brings few to a fortunate ending. A. France. The feeble eyes of our aspring thoughts, Behold things present, and record things past, But things to come exceed our human reach. G. Peele. Unfeigned thoughts do seldom dream on evil. Birds never limed no secret bushes fear. W. Sh. If all men's thoughts were written in their face, Some one that now the rest doth overcrow, Some others ebb that wants his sovereigns' grace, When as the Prince their inward thoughts should know The meaner than should take the better place, The greatest man might stoop and sit below. S. I. Harrington. Time. Beauty's great enemy, and to all the rest That in the garden of Adonis' springs, Is wicked Time, who with his scythe addressed, Does mow the flowing herbs and goodly things, And all their glory to the earth down flings, Where they do whither, and are foully marred, He flies about, and with his flaggie wings, Beats down both leaves and buds without regard. Ne ever pity may relent his malice hard. E. Spencer. misshapen Time, coapsmate of ugly might, Swift subtle post, carrier of grisly care, Eater of youth, false slave to false delight, Base watch of woes, sins packhorse, virtues snare, Thou nursest all, and murderest all that are. W. Shakespeare. Stealing Time the subject to delay. S. Ph. Sidney. — Time's golden thigh Upholds the flowery body of the earth, In sacred harmony and every birth Of men, audacious makes legitimate, Being used aright, the use of times is fate. G. Chapman. No mortal form that under moon remains, Exempt from traitorous Time, continueth one. Now mounts the flood, and strait his waves restrains Now flows the tide, and straight the source is gone, Who toils by Sea, must choose the fairest gale, For time abodes our good or bad avail▪ D. Lodge. All those that live and think themselves but slime, Must choose and thrive by favour of the time. Idem. Swift speedy Time, feathered with flying hours, Dissolves the beauty of the fairest brow. S. Daniel. Time doth consume fame, honour, wit, & strength, Time roots out youth and beauties look at length. Tho. Watson. Time wanting bonds, still wanteth certainty. M. Dr. To fame's rich treasure Time unlocks the door, Which angry sorrow had shut up before. Idem. Time is a bondslave to eternity. Tho. Kyd. All that doth live is subject to his law, All things decay in time, and to their end do draw. Ed. Spencer. What wrong hath not continuance outworn, Years makes that right that never was so borne. S. Daniel. Good time is blest, bad time we hold accursed, Time hurts them oft that he did help at first. T. Churchyard. Time's glory is to calm contending kings, To unmask falsehood, and bring truth to light, To stamp the seal of time in aged things, To wake the morn, and sentinel the night, To wrong the wronger till he render right: To ruinated proud buildings with his hours, And smear with dust their glittering golden towers, To fill with worm holes stately monuments, To feed oblivion with decay of things, To blot old books, and alter their contents, To pull the quills from ancient ravens wings, To dry the old oaks sap, and cherish springs To spoil antiquities of hammered steel, And turn the giddy round of fortune's wheel, To show the Beldame daughters of her daughters, To make the child a man, the man a child, To slay the tiger that doth lively slaughter, To tame the unicorn and the lion wild, To make the subtle in themselves be gild, To cheer the ploughman with increasefull crops, And waste huge stones with little water-drops. W. Shakespeare. Truth. The Truth doth doth dwell within the holy tables, Of Gods live word, not in our wanton brain, Which daily coining some strange error vain, For gold takes lead, for truth electeth Fables. I. Silvester. Truth is no herald, nor no so sophist sure, She noteth not men's names, their shields or crests, Though she compare them unto birds and beasts, But whom she doth foreshew shall reign by force, She terms a wolf, a dragon, or a bear, A wilful Prince, a raignelesse raging horse, A boar, a lion, a coward much in fear, A hare or hart, a crafty pricked ear, A lecherous, a bull, a goat, a foal, An underminer, a mould-warpe, or a mole. M. of M. — Tried truth Doth best be seem a simple naked tale, Ne needs to be with painted process pricked, That in herself hath no diversity, But always shows one undisguised face, Where deep deceit and lies must seek her shade, And wrap their words in guileful eloquence, As ever fraught with contrariety. G. Gascoigne. The truth hath certain bounds, but falsehood none. S. Daniel. — The naked truth is a well-clothed lie, A nimble quick pale meunts to dignity By force or fraud, that matters not a jot, So massy wealth may fall unto thy lot. Io. Marston. Treason. Conspiracy 'gainst the person of a Prince, Is treason 'gainst the deity of heaven. Th. Achellye. — Treason is but trusted like the fox, Who near so tamed, so cherished, and locked up, Will have a wild trick of his ancestors. W. Sh. No virtue merits praise once touched with blot of treason. S. Ph. Sidney. Who faileth one is false, though trusty to another▪ Idem. There is no treason woundeth half so deep, As that which doth in Prince's bosom sleep. M. Drayton. Who that resisteth his dread sovereign Lord, Doth damn his soul by Gods own very word, A Christian subject should with honour due, Obey his sovereign though he were a Jew, Whereby assured when subjects do rebel, God's wrath is kindled, threatening fire and hell. M. of M. Was never rebel before the world and since, That could or should prevail against his Prince. Idem. Revolted subjects of themselves will quail. I. Sylvester. Tyranny. — Next to tyranny Comes wars, dissension, civil mutiny. Ch. Middl. In greatest wants t'inflict the greatest woe, This is the worst that tyranny can show. Idem. Hell haileth tyrants down to death amain, Was never yet, nor shall be cruel deed Vnquited left, but had as cruel meed. M. of M. — No tyrant commonly Living ill can kindly die, But either traitorously surprised Doth coward poison quail their breath, Or their people have devizde, Or their Guard to seek their death. Tho. Kyd. It is an hell in hateful vassalage, Under a tyrant to consume one's age, A selfe-shaven Dennis, or an Nero fell, Whose cursed Courts with blood and incest swell: An owl that flies the light of Parliaments And state assemblies, jealous of th'intents Of private tongues, who for a pastime sets His peers at odds, and on their fury whets, Who neither faith, honour, nor right respects. Idem. Virtue. What one art thou thus in torn weed clad? Virtue, in price, whom ancient sages had: Why poorly clad? for fading goods past care: Why double faced? I mark each fortunes rare: This bridle what? Minds rages to restrain: Why bear you tools? I love to take great pain: Why wings? I teach above the stars to fly: Why tread you death? I only cannot die. S. Th. Wiat. The path that leads to virtues Court is narrow, Thorny, and up a hill, a bitter journey: But being gone through, you find all heavenly sweets, Th'entrance is all flinty, but at th'end Two towers of pearls and crystal you ascend. Th. Dekkar. Virtue is fairest in a poor art aye. Idem. Virtue abhors too wear a borrowed face. Idem. The wisest scholar of the wight most wise, By Phoebus' doom, with sugared sentence says, That virtue If it once meet with our eyes, Strange flames of love it in our souls would raise. S. Ph. Sidney. That grows apace, that virtue helps t'aspire. M. R●●don. When virtue riseth, base affections fall. Ed. Fairfax. Like as the horse well manned abides the bit, And learns his stop by rain in rider's hand, Where mountain colt that is not saddled yet, Runs headlong on amidst the fallowed land, Whose fierce resist scarce bends with any band. So men reclaimed by virtue tread aright, Where led by follies, mischiefs on them light. D. Lodge. Virtue doth ●urb affection, and for conscience flieth sin, To leave for imperfection fear or shame no praise doth win. W. Warner. Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, And vice sometime by action dignified. W. Shakespeare. Virtue in greatest danger is most shown, And though oppressed, yet near is overthrown. S. Daniel. In virtue it is said, that men themselves survey. W. W. Honour indeed, and all things yield to death, (virtue excepted) which alone survives, And living toileth in an earthly gail, At last to be extolled in heavens high joys. T. Kyd. All things decay, yet virtue shall not die, This only gives us immortality. M. Drayton. Whence is it that the flower of the field doth fade, And lieth buried long in winter's bale, Yet soon as spring his mantle doth display, It flowreth fresh, as it should never fail, But thing on earth that is of most avail. As virtues and beauty's bud, Releeven not for any good, The branch once dead, the bud needs eke must quail▪ Ed. Spencer. All that we had, or mortal men can have, Seems only but a shadow from the grave, Virtue alone lives still. Th. Dekkar. Virtue is more amiable and more sweet, When virtue and true majesty do meet. E. Spencer. — All the sorrow in the world is less Than virtues might and valour's confidence, For who will bide the burden of distress, Must not here think to live, for life is wretchedness. Idem. Virtue makes honour, as the soul doth sense, And merit, far exceeds inheritance. G. Chapman. — Virtue of the ancient blood and kin, Doth only please the parties she is in. M. of M. — Only virtue nobleness doth dignify, And vicious life a lineage base doth signify. S. I. Harrington. The simple virtue may consist alone, But better are two virtues joined in one. D. Lodge. What virtue gets, once got doth never waste, And having this, this thou for ever haste. M. Dryaton. joy graven in sense, like snow in water wastes, Without preserve of virtue nothings lasts. G. Chapman. Virtue obscured yields small and happy gains, But actively employed, she worth retains. D. Lodge. What virtue breeds, iniquity devours, We have no good at all that we can say is ours▪ But ill annexed opportunity, Or kills his life or else his quality. W. Sh. Virtue dies not, her tomb we need not raise, Let them trust tombs which have outlived their praise. Th. Bastard. Vice. Vice rides a horseback, virtue doth from out the saddle bolt. W. Warner. What liquor first the earthen pot doth take, It keepeth still the savour of the same, Full hard it is a camocke strait to make, Or crooked logs with wainscot fine to frame, 'tis hard to make the cruel tiger tame: And so it fares with those have vices caught, Nought (once they say) and ever after nought. M. of M. Although ●hat virtue oft wants due reward, Yet seldom vice wants due deserved blame, S. I. H. Where vice is countenanced with nobility, Art clean excluded, ignorance held in, Blinding the world with mere hypocrisy, Yet must be soothed in all their slavish sin, Great malcontents to grow they then begin, Nursing vild wits to make their factious tools, Thus mighty men oft prove the mightiest fools. M. Drayton. Victory. With victory revenge doth ever cease, S. I. H. He liveth long that lives victorious. Th. Kyd. The victor can no honour justly claim, To lose the men who should advance the same. — That fisher is not fine, Who for a frog will lose a golden line: The holy head-band seems not to attire The head of him, who in his furious ire, Prefers the pain of those that have him teend, Before the health and safety of one friend. Tho. Hudson. Vain is the vaunt and victory unjust, That more to mighty hands then rightful cause doth trust. Edw. Spencer. Loss is no shame, nor to be less than foe, But to be lesser than himself, doth mar Both losers lot, and victors praise also, Vain others overthrows, who self doth overthrow. Idem. Understanding. Most miserable creature under sky Man, without understanding doth appear, For all this world's affliction he thereby, And fortune's freates is wisely taught to bear: Of wretched life the only joy she is, And th'only comfort in calamity, She arms the breast with constant patience, Against the bitter throws of dolours darts, She solaceth with rules of sapience, The gentle minds in midst of worldly smarts, When he is sad, she seeks to make him merry, And doth refresh his spirits when they be weary, Ed. Spencer. Vows. Good vows are never broken with good deeds, For then good deeds were bad: vows are but seeds, And good deeds fruits. G. Chapman. We know not how to vow, till love unblind us, And vows made ignorantly never bind us. Idem. Our vows must be performed to God and King. M. Drayton. — A promise made for fear is void. S. I. H. — A man such promise must forsake, As at the first unlawful was to make. Idem. Virginity. Like to the Rose I count the virgin pure, That groweth on native stem in garden fair, Which whiles it stands with walls environed sure, Where herdsmen with their herds cannot repair To savour it, it seemeth to allure The morning dew, the heat, the earthly air, Gallant young men and lovely dames delight By their sweet scent, and in their pleasing sight: But when that once 'tis gathered and gone From proper stalk, where late before it grew, The love the liking little is or none, Favour, and grace, beauty and all adieu: So when a virgin grants to one alone, The precious flower for which so many sue: Well he that getteth it may love her best, But she foregoes the love of all the rest. S. I. H. jewels being lost, are found again, this never, 'tis lost but once, and once lost, lost for ever. Ch. Marlowe. Virginity though praised is like a bird, for why, As much the flesh is frail therein, as in the fear to die, What was it said to all but us increase and multiply? W. Warner. — Virginity Is neither essence subject to the eye, No nor to any one exterior sense, Nor hath it any place of residence, Nor is't of earth or mould celestial, Or capable of any form at all. Ch. Marlowe. I know not her that willingly with maidenhead would die. W. W. Use. Use make things nothing huge, and huge things nothing. G. Chapman. Fowl cankering rust the hidden treasure frets. But gold that's put to use, more gold begets. W. Sh. War. Lastly stood war in glistering arms clad, With visage grim, stern looks and ghastly hood, In his right hand a naked sword he had, That to the hilts was all with blood imbrued, And in his left that kings and kingdoms rued, Famine and fire he had, and there withal He razed towns, and threw down towers and all, Cities he sacked, and realms that whilom flowered In honour, glory, and rule above the best, He ouerwhhlmed, and all their fame devoured, Consumed, destroyed, wasted, and never ceased, Till he therewith their name and all oppressed: His face forhued with wounds, and by his side, There hung his targe with gashes deep and wide, In midst of which depainted there we find Deadly debate, all full of snaky hair, That with a bloody fillet was ybound, Out-breathing nought, but discord every where. M. Sackuille. The Poets old in their fond fables feigned, That mighty Mars is God of war and strife: Th' Astronomers think that whereas Mars doth reign That all debate and discord must be rife: Some think Bellona, goddess of that life. Among the rest that Painter had some skill, Which thus in arms did once set out the same, A field of gules, and on a golden hill. A stately town consumed all with flame, On chief of sable taken from the dame, A sucking babe (O) borne to bide mischance, Begored with blood, and pierced with a lance. On high the helm, I bear it well in mind, The wreath was silver powdered all with shot, About the which (goutte du sang) did twinned. A roll of sable black, and foul beblot, The crest two hands, which may not be forgot, For in the right a trenchand blade did stand, And in the left a fiery burning brand. G. Gascoigne. — War the mistress of enormity, Mother of mischief, monster of deformity, Laws, manners, arts, she breaks, she mars, she chases, Blood, tears, bowers, towers, she spills, smites, burns, & races, Her brazen teeth shake all the earth asunder: Her mouth a firebrand, and her voice a thunder, Her looks are lightning, every glance a flash, Her finger's guns, that all to powder pash, Fear and despair, flight and disorder, coast With hasty march before her murderous host, As burning, waste, rape, wrong, impiety, Rage, ruins, discord, horror, cruelty, Sack, sacrilege, impunity pride, Are still stern consorts by her barbarous side. And poverty, sorrow, and desolation, Fellow her armies bloody transmigration. I· Silvester. O war begot in pride and luxury, The child of wrath and of dissension▪ Horrible good, mischief necessary, The foul reformer of confusion: Unjust just, scourge for our iniquity. Cruel recurer of corruption. S. Daniel. O goodly usage of those antic times, In which the sword was servant unto right, When not for malice and contentious crimes, But all for praise, and proof of manly might, The martial brood accustomed to fight: Then honour was the meed of victory, And yet the vanquished had no despite, Let later age, that now the use envy, Vild rancour so avoid and cruel furquedry. Ed. Spencer. War rightly handled is most excellent, And easy makes impossibility: It mounts the Alps, and through the seas doth rend▪ By it in blood a way to heaven we see. I. Markham. Under wars brazen feet stoops all the earth, His mouth a flaming brand, his voice a thunder, Idem. No war is right, but that which needful is, S. Daniel. The God of war hath many men in store, Which wait always to keep his kingdom up, Of whom no one doth show his service more, Than lingering hope, which still doth be●re the cup, And flatteringly lends every man a sup, Which haunts his course, or in his progesse pass, Hope brings the bowl wherein they all must quaff, G. Gascoigne. War seemeth sweet to such as range it not. Idem. Men know not war, nor rightly how to deem it, That first by War have not been taught t'esteem it. S. I. H. — Wise men ever have preferred far, Th'unjustest peace, before the justest war. S. Daniel. — Time observing providence and war, Still makes their foes far stronger than they are. Idem. Sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war, And thousand furies wait on wrathful sword, Ne ought the praise of prowess more doth mar, Then foul revenging rage and proud contentious jar. Ed. Spencer. — Great revenue The chiefest sinew unto war affords. D. Lodge. — Wars that public good pretend, Work most in justice being done for spite, For th'aggrieved evermore do bend, Against those whom they see of greatest might, Who though themselves are wronged and often forced, Yet though they can do most are thought the worst. S. Daniel. — Mars is Cupid's friend And is for Venus' love renowned more, Then all the wars and spoils the which he did before. Ed. Spencer. Will. From idle wit, there springs a brainsick will, With wise men lust, which foolish make a God, This in the shape of virtue reigneth still. D. Lodge. Will puts in practice what the wit deviseth. Will ever acts, and wit contemplates still, And as from wit the power of wisdom riseth, All other virtues daughters are of will. Idem. Will is the Prince, and wit the counsellor, Which doth for common good in council sit, And when wit is resolved, will lends her power, To execute what is devised by wit. I. davies. Will is as free as any Emperor, Nought can restrain her gentle liberty, No tyrant nor no torrent hath the power To make us will when we unwilling be. Idem. Even as the will should goodness truly know, We have a will which that true good should choose Although will oft, when wit false forms doth show, Take ill for good, and good for ill refuse. Idem. It lives not in our power to love or hate, For will in us is overruled by fate. Ch. Marlowe. A stronger hand restrains our wilful powers, A will must rule above this will of ours, Not following what our vain desires do woe, For virtues sake, but what we only do. M. Dr. — Headless will true judgement doth ensnare. Idem. Self-will doth frown, when honest zeal reproves, Idem. Whereas our actions measure no regard, Our lawless will is made his own reward. M. Dra. — With a world of mischiefs and offence, Unbridled will rebels against the sense. D. Lodge. He lest should list that may do what he will. S. Dan. Wisdom. Our God himself for wisdom most is praised, And men to God thereby are nighest raised. Ed. Spencer. Wisdom doth warn, whilst foe is in the gate. To stay the step, ere forced to retreat. Idem. Wisdom must judge twixt men apt to amend, And minds incurable borne to offend. S. D. — In danger wisdom doth advise, In humble terms to reconcile our foes. D. Lodge. — Wisdom and the sight of heavenly things, Shines not so clear as earthly vanities. G. Chapman. 'tis said a wise man all mishaps withstands, For though by stars we borne to mischiefs are, Yet prudence bails us quite from careful bands. M. of M. Foresight doth still on all advantage lie. Wise men must give place to necessity. M. Dr. — A wiseman poor Is like a sacred book that's never read, T'himselfe he lives, and to all else seems dead: This age thinks better of a gilded fool, Then of thread bare saint in wisdoms school. Th. Dekkar. Wise men let faults o'erpass, they cannot mend. Ch. Middle. Who can themselves beware by others costs, May be accounted well among the wise. S. I. H. — Whatsoever stars seem to importune, Wisdom predominates both fate and fortune. Ch. Fitz Griffon. Wit. The wit the pupil of the souls clear eye, And in man's world the only shining star, Looks in the mirror of the fantasy, Where all the gathering of the senses ate, From thence this power the shape of things abstracts And them within her passive part receives, Which are enlightened by that part which acts, And so the form of single things receives: But after by discoursing to and fro, Anticipating and comparing things She doth all universal natures know, And all effects into their causes bring. Our wit is given almighty God to know, Our will is given to love him being known, But God could not be known to us below, But by his works, which through the sense are known. I. davis. Wit is the minds chief judge, which doth control, Of fancy's Court the judgements false and vain, Will, holds the royal sceptre in the soul, And on the passions of the heart doth reign. Idem. Emulation the proud nurse of wit. S. D. — Wit and learning are two angels wings, By which mean men soar up to mighty things. Ch. Middl. Wit is with boldness prompt, with terror daunted, And grace is sooner got of dames then granted. Ed. Spencer. Some lose their wit with love, some with ambition Some running to the sea great wealth to get, Some following Lords and men of high condition, Some in fair jewels, rich and costly set. One hath desire to prove a rare magician, Others with poetry their wit forget: Another thinks to be an alchemist, Till all he spent, and he his number mist. S. I. H. Man's wit is monstrous, when the same from virtue doth decline. W. Warner. Man's wit doth build for time but to devour, But virtue's free from time and fortune's power. M. Dr. The wit not hurt, because not used more, Grows dull and far less toward then before. — Wits ambition longeth to the best, For it desires in endless bliss to dwell. I. davis. Best loves are lost for wit, when men blame fortune. G. Chapman. — Careless wit is wanton beauties page. D. Lodge. The finest wits are soon snared with love. Th. Achellye. A settled brain is worth a world of wit. Th. Storer. Wit's want makes men desirous to seem wise. Woe. Woe all in black within her hands did bear, The fatal torches of a funeral, Her cheeks were wet, dispersed was her hair, Her voice was shrill (yet loathsome therewithal) D. Lodge. Short time seems long in sorrows sharp sustaining, Though woe be heavy, yet it seldom sleeps, And they that watch see time how slow it creeps. W. Shakespeare. — Fellowship in woe, doth woe assuage, As palmers that make short their pilgrimage. Idem. 'tis double death to drown in ken of shore, He ten times pines, that pines beholding food: To see the salve doth make the wound ache more, Great griefs grieve most at that would do it good, Dear woes roll forward like a gentle flood: Who being stopped, the bounden banks over flows, Grief dallied with, nor law nor limit knows. Idem. Distress likes dumps, when time is kept with tears. Idem. For stronger woe we hardly long may wrest, The depth of grief with words is sounded least. M. Dra. — The Painter Who thought his colours pale could not declare The special woe King Agamemnon bare, When sacrificed was his only rage, With bend of black he bond the father's face. Th. Hudson. Words. — Words Windy attorneys of our client woes, Eyrie succeeders of intestate joys, Poor breathing Orators of miseries, Let them have scope, though what it doth impart Help not at all, yet doth it ease the heart. W. Sh. Words are the tenants of an itching toy. D. Lodge. Allusion of words is no sure ground, For one thereon a steady work to found. One word of woe another after traineth. S Ph. Sidney. — Few words shall fit the trespass best, Where no excuse can give the fault amending. W. Sh. Deep sounds make better noise then shallow fords, And sorrow ebbs being blown with wind of words. W. Sh. Words are but wind, why cost they then so much, The guilty kick when they too smartly to●ch. Idem. Forth irreturnable flies the spoken word, Be it in scoff, in earnest, or in board, Without return and unreceived it hangs, And at the takers mercy or rigour stands: Which if he sourly wrest, with wrathful cheer, The shivering word turns to the hearers fear: If friendly courtesy do the word expound, To th'speakers comfort quickly it doth redound. Idem. Smooth words dissolve hard stones, fair words enforce Pity in flinty hearts. Ch. Middl. Through the world if it were sought, Fair words enough a man should find, They be good cheap, they cost right nought, Their substance is but only wind: But well to say, and so to mean, That sweet accord is seldom seen. S. Th. W. — Words well placed move things were never thought. G. Chapman. Even as the vapour which the fire repelles, Turns not to earth, but in mid-ayre dwells, Where while it hangs, if Boreas frosty flaws, With rigour rattle it: not to rain it thaws, But thunder, lightning, rattling, hail, or snow, Sends down to earth, whence first it rose below. But if fair Phoebus with his countenance sweet Resolve it, down the dew or Manna sleet: The Manna dew that in the Eastern lands, Excels the labour of the Bees small hands, Else for her Memnon, grey Aurora's tears, On the earth it stilleth the partner of her fears, Or sendeth sweet showers to glad their mother earth Whence first they took their first in constant birth. To those great griefs ill taken words do grow, Of words well taken such delights do flow. M. of M. — Men do foulest when they finest speak. S. Daniel. They wash a Moor, they strive to dry the seas, And plain proud Atlas, that intent to please By filthy words, by railing, and detraction, Proper to Momus, and his hateful faction: For when they think they have deserved most, Alas saith wisdom, all the toil is lost. D. Lodge. Few words well couched, do most content the wise. R. Greene. Rash words flow from an unadvised mind. Who once hath passed the bounds of honesty In earnest deeds, may pass it well in words. G. G. Have care to whom, of whom, and what to speak, though speech be true That miss made Phoebus contrary his ravens swanlike hue. W. W. If so the crow would feast him without prate, More meat he should receive, less brawl and hate A fool he is that comes to preach and prate, When men with swords their right & wrong debate. — Words well disposed, Have secret power t'appease inflamed rage. Ed. Sp. Women. — Women be Framed with the same parts of the mind as we, Nay nature triumphed in their beauty's birth, And women made the glory of the earth: The life of beauty, in whose supple breasts, And in her fairest lodging virtue rests, Whose towering thoughts attended with remorse, Do make their fairness be of greater force. I. weever. What art so deep, what science is so high, Unto the which women have not attained, Who list in stories old to look, may try And find my speech herein nor false nor feigned, And though of late they seem not to come nigh The praise their sex in former times have gained. Doubtless the fault is either in backbiters, Or want of skill or judgement in their writers. Idem. Among the many rare and special gifts, That in the female sex are found to sit, This one is chief, that they at merest shifts, Give best advise, and show most ready wit, But man except he chewes and thinks, and fifts,, How every part may answer to their fit, By rash advise doth often overshoote him, And doth accept the things that do no●boote him. Idem. Those virtues that in women merit praise, Are sober shows without, chaste thoughts within, Truth saith, and due obedience to their make, And of their children honest care to take. S. I. H. Let wolves and beasts be cruel in their kind, But women meek, and have relenting minds. M. Drayton. Not women, but our wilfulness doth work our woe unrest Though beauty, love, and they bear fault, we may abuse the best. W. W. — Men have Marble, women waxed minds And therefore are they formed as Marble will, The weak oppressed, th'impression of strange kinds, Is formed in them by force, by fraud, or skill, Then call not them the Authors of their ill, No more than wax shall be accounted evil, Wherein is stamped the semblance of the devil. Their smoothenesse like a goodly champain plain, Lays open all the little worms that creep, In men as in a rough grown grove remain, Cave-keeping evils, that obscurely sleep, Through crystal walls each little mole will peep, Though men can cover minds with bold stern looks Pale women's faces are their own faults books. No man inveyes against the withered flower, But chides rough winter that the flower hath killed, Not that devoured, but that which doth devour, Is worthy blame, O let it not be held, Poor women's faults, that they are so fulfilled, With men's abuses those proud lores to blame, Make weake-made women tenants to their shame. W. Shakespeare. Be not therefore too proud and full of scorn, O womenkind, that men come of your seed, The fragrant Rose grows on the pricking thorn, The lily fair comes of a filthy weed, In loathsome soil men sow the wholesome corn, The basest mould the fairest flower doth breed, Ungrateful, false, crafty you are, and cruel, Borne of our burning hell to be the fuel. S. I. H. Base bullion for the stamp sake we allow, Even so for men's impression do we you, By which alone our reverend fathers say, Women receive perfection every way. Ch. Marlowe. Their virtues mount like billows to the skies, And vanish strait out of the gazer's eyes, Hate and disdain is painted in their eyes, Deceit and treason in their bosom lies. G. Chapman. Women were made for this intent, to put us unto pain, Yet sure I think they are a pleasure to the mind, A joy which man can never want, as nature hath assigned. Idem, Extremely mad the man I surely deem, That weens with watch and hard restraint to stay A woman's will, which is disposed to go astray. Ed. Spencer. In vain he fears that which he cannot shun, For who wots not that women's subtleties Can gnilen Argus, when she list misdone, It is not iron bands nor hundred eyes, Nor brazen walls, nor many wakeful spies, That can withhold her wilful wandering feet, But fast good will with gentle courtesies, And timely service to her pleasures meek, May her perhaps contain that else would algates fleet. Idem. Such is the cruelty of womenkind, When they have shaken off the shamefaced band, With which wise nature did them strongly bind, T'obey the hests of man's wel-ruling hand, That then all rule and reason they withstand, To purchase a licentious liberty. But virtuous women wisely understand, That they were borne to base humility, Unless the heavens them lift to lawful sovereignty. S. Ph. Sidney. Why? what be women? women, geld the latter syllable, Then are they nothing more than woe, their names remain doth tell, W. W. Take away weakness, and take women too. S. D. Women may fall, when there's no strength in men. W. Sh. They melt with words, as wax against the sun, So weak is many women's modesty, For what sometimes they most would seem to shield Another time unaskte poor souls they yield. Ch. Middleton. — A woman loves to be wooed of a man, thou know'st well Thirsis, a woman Runs, and yet so runs, as though she desired to be outrun Says no, no, yet so as no no, seems to be no, no, Strives, & yet so strives, as though she desired to be vanquished, Woman's like to a shade, that flies, yet lies by the subject, Like to a Bee, that never strives if sting be removed. A. France. In women's mouths no is no negative. I. W. Their yea, or no, when as they swear they love or love us most, Believe who list, soon be they got, as suddenly are lost. W. W. A woman's love is river-like, which stopped will overflow, And when the current finds no let, it often falls too low. Idem. Variety of men to court a woman is her pride, Than which the vanity of men is nothing less espied What are to us but common hurts, Those common hopes they give, If then their love doth die to us, When ours to them doth live. Idem. — Women never Love beauty in their sex, but envy ever. G. Chapman. There cannot be a greater clog to man, Then to be weary of a wanton woman. S. I. H. — What more spite can be a woman told, Then one should say she looketh foul and old. Idem. — Be she base or high, A woman's eye doth guide her wit, & not her wit her eye. W. W. Women are most won, as when men merit least, If merit look not well, love bids stand by, loves proper lesson is to please the eye. G. Ch▪ He water ploughs, and soweth in the sand And hopes the flickering wind with net to hold, Who hath his hopes laid on a woman's hand. S. P. S — Women by kind are mutable ever, Soon hot, and soon cold, like, and mislike in a moment, Change as a weathercock, and all as light as a feather. A. Fr. Women have tongues of craft, and hearts of guile, They will, they will not, fools that on them lust, For in their speech is death, hell in their smile. Ed. Fairfax. One woman with another may do much. Th. Ach. Like untund golden strings all women are, Which long time lie untouched, will harshly jar. Ch. Marlowe. Discourteous women natures fairest ill, The woe of man, that first createst curse, Base female sex, sprung from black Ate's loins, Proud, disdainful, cruel, and unjust, Whose words are shaded with enchanting wiles, Worse than Med●s●, mateth all our minds, And in their hearts sits shameless treachery, Turning a truthless vile circumference, O could my fury paint their furies forth, For hell, no hell compared to their hearts▪ Too simple devils, to conceive their arts: Born to be plagues unto the thoughts of men, Brought for eternal pestilence to the world. R Greene. with women is too usual now theirs & themselves to sell, For jointures by indenture with imperious men to dwell And he doth her, and she doth him with his and her upbraid, W. W. Women are kind by kind, and coy for fashion. H. C. Of Wrath, — Fierce revenging wrath Rides on a lion, loath for to be led, And in his stand a burning brand he had, The which he brandished about his head, His eyes did hurl forth sparkles fiery red, And stared stern on all that him beheld, As ashes pale of hue, and seeming dead, And on his dagger still his hand he held, Trembling through hasty rage when choler in him swelled. Ed. Spencer. — Boiling wrath, stern, cruel, swift, & rash, That like a boar her teeth doth grind and gnash, Whose hair doth stare like bristled porcupine, Who sometimes rowles her ghastly glowing eyen, And sometimes fixly on the ground doth glance, Now bleak, then bloody in her countenance, Raving and railing with a hideous sound, Clapping her hands, stamping against the ground, Bearing Bocconi, fire, and sword, to slay And murder all that for her pity pray, Banning herself to bane her enemy, Disdaining death, provided others die, Like falling towers o're-turned by the wind, That break themselves on that they undergrinde. I. Sylvester. Full many mischiefs follow cruel wrath, As horrid bloodshed, and tumultuous strife, Unmanly murder, and unthrifty scathe, Bitter despite, and rancours rusty knife, And fretting grief, the enemy of life, All these and many evils more haunt ire, The swelling spleen, and frenzy raging rife, The shaking palsy, and Saint France's fire. Ed. Spencer. When men with wrath and sudden pains of ire, Suffer themselves to be o'erwhelmed and drowned, And hot revenge that burns l●ke flaming fire, Moors hearts to hurt, or tongues or hands to wound, Though after to a mend, if they desire, Yet place of pardon seldom can be found. S. I. H. What iron band, or what sharp hard-mouthed bit, What chain of Diamond (if such might be) Can bridle wrathfulness, and conquer it, And keep him in his bounds and due degree. Idem. — Hasty wrath and heedless hazardie, Do breed repentance and lasting infamy. Ed. Spencer. Poor silly lambs the Lion never tears, The feeble Mouse may lie among great bears, But wrath of man his rancour to requite, Forgets all reason, ruth, and mercy quite. M. of M. — He is a mad man that doth seek Occasion to wrath and cause of strife, She comes unsought, and shunned follows eke: Happy, who can abstain when rancour rife Kindles revenge and threats his cruel knife: Woe never wants when every cause is caught, And rash occa●ion makes unquiet life. Ed. Spencer. Be not moody in thy wrath, but pawze ere fist be bend, Oft Phillip's son did rashly strike and suddenly repent. W. Warner. Achilles when with counterfeited crest, He saw Patroclus bleeding all the way, To kill his killer was not satisfied, Except he hauled and tore him all beside. S. I. H. If fortune help whom thou wouldst hurt, Fret not at it the more, When Ajax stormed them from him, The prize Ulysses bore. W. Warner. Rage, wan and pale upon a tiger sat Gnawing upon the bones of mangled men, Nought can he view but he repines thereat▪ His locks were snakes bred forth in Stygian den▪ T. Lodge. World, The antic world in his first flowering youth, Found no defect in his creators grace, But with glad thanks and unreproved truth, The gifts of sovereign bounty did embrace, Like angels life was then man's happy case: But later ages pride like corn-fed steed, Abused her plenty and fatswoln increase, To all licentious lust, and 'gan exceed, The measure of her mean and natural first seed. Ed. Spencer. When arked Noah, and seven with him the empty worlds remain, Had left the instrumental means of landing them again And that both man beast & all did multiply with store To Asia Sem, to Africa Chan, to Europe Japheth bore Their families, thus triple wise the world divided was W. W. I take this world to be but as a stage, Where net-maskt men do play their personages, 'tis but a murmur and a pleasant show, sith over all strange vanities do flow. I. Sylvester. The world to the circumference of heaven, Is as a small point in geometry, Whose greatness is so little that a less Cannot be made. Th. Dekkar The first world blessed was with heavenly favours, And the last cursed with painful hellish labours. Ch. Middl. O vain world's glory, and uncertain state, Of all that lives on face of sinful earth, Which from their first until their utmost date, Taste no one hour of happiness or mirth, But like as is the ingate of their birth. They crying creep out of their mother's womb, So wailing back, go to their careful tomb. Ed. Spencer. Ah wretched world, the den of wretchedness, Deformed with filth and foul iniquity, Ah wretched world, the house of heaviness, Filled with the wreaks of mortal misery, Oh wretched world and all that is therein, The vassals of God's wrath, and slaves to sin. Idem. — O worlds inconstancy, That which is firm doth flit and fall away, And that is flitting doth abide and stay. Idem. Must not the world wend in his common course, From good and bad, and then from bad to worse, From worst unto that which is worst of all, And then return unto his former fall▪ Who will not suffer the stormy time, Where will he live until the lusty prime? Idem. This golden age to iron doth decline, As summer unto winter must resign. D. Lodge. The first and riper world of men and skill, Yields to our latter time for three inventions, Miraculously we writ, we sail, we kill, As neither ancient scroll nor story mentions. Print. The first hath opened learning's old concealed And obscured arts restored to the light: Loadst. The second hidden countries hath revealed, And sent Christ's Gospel to each living wight. These we commend, but oh what needeth more, Guns. To teach death more skill than he had before. Th. Bastard. Take moisture from the sea, take colour from his kind, Before the world devoid of change thou find. — All that in this world is great or gay, Doth as a vapour vanish and decay. Ed. Spencer. This is the rest the vain world lends, To end in death, that all things ends. S. Daniel. All men are willing with the world to halt, But no man takes delight to know his fault. D. Lodge. A die, a drab, and filthy broking knaves, Are the world's wide mouths, al-devouring graves▪ I. Marston. Nothing doth the world so full of mischief fill. But want of feeling one-anothers will. G. Chapman. — Not by that which is the world now deemeth, (As it was wont) but by that same that seemeth. Ed. Spencer. There never shall be any age so clear, But in her smooth face shall some faults appear. Th. Middl. The world must end, for men are so accursed, Unless God end it sooner, men will first. Th. Bastard. Youth. Youth is a bubble blown up with a breath, Whose wit is weakness, and whose wage is death, Whose way is wildness, and whose inn penance, And stoop gallant age, the host of grievance. Ed. Spencer. If crooked age accounteth youth his spring, The spring the fairest season of the year, Enriched with flowers, and sweets, and many a thing That fair and glorious to the eye appears: It fits that youth the spring of man should be, Riched with such flowers as virtue getteth thee. R. Greene. For noble youth there is no thing so meet As learning is, to know the good from ill, To know the tongues, and perfectly indite, And of the laws to have the perfect skill Things to reform as right and justice will: For honour is ordained for no cause, But to see right maintained by the laws. M. of M. The youth of Princes have no bounds for sin, Unless themselves do make the bounds within. S. Daniel. Most true it is, as vessels of first liquors ever taste, Love seasoned so with sweetness of youth, the same doth ever last. W. Warner. Like as the vessel ever bears a taste Of the same juice wherewith it first was filled, And as in fruitful ground the seed grows fast, That first is sown after the ground is tilled: So look what lore in youthful years is placed, By that they grow the worse or better willed, When as they came to manly age and stature, Sith education is another nature. S. I. H. The tun retaineth long the taste and sent, Of that pure liquor which at first it hent, And what impression one in youth retain, In age our reason hardly will restrain, D. Lodge. — What by vain example youth conceives, The same for lawful daily he receives. Idem. Age is deformed, youth unkind, We scorn their bodies, they our minds. Th. Bastard. The youth are foolish hardy, or less hardy than they ought Effeminate, fantastic, in few not few, are nought. W. Warner. — Forward sin in rains of foolish rage, Leaves heedless youth inchaind his captive page. D. Lodge. — Youth doth deserve by might, But old age by good counsel and foresight. Idem. — Youth may love, and youngmen may admire, If old age cannot, yet it will desire, I. weever. In grained habits died with often dips Are not so soon discoloured, young slips New set, are easily moved and plucked away, But elder roots clip faster in the clay. I. Murston. The ploughman first his land doth dress and turn, And makes it apt or ere the seed he sow, Whereby he is full like to reap the corn, Where otherwise no seed but weed should grow: By which example men may easily know, When youth have wealth before they can well use it, It is no wonder though they do abuse it. M. of M. Reform the even to day, unapt to day, least apt to morrow Youth aptly offers virtues, such as years unaptly borrow W. W. Look what we have when youth is most in prime, That shall we want in age by course of time. Th. Churchyard. The division of the day natural. Mediae noctis inclinatio. Night was far spent, and now in Ocean deep, Orion flying fast from hissing snake, His flaming head did hasten for to steep. Ed. Sp. By this th'eternal lamps wherewith high Jove, Doth light the lower world, were half yspent, And the moist daughters of huge Atlas strove Into th'ocean deep to drive their weary drove. Idem. — The gentle humorous night, Implies her middle course, and the sharp east, Breathes on my spirit with his fiery steeds. G. Chapman. The silent night that long had sojourned, Now 'gan to cast her sable mantle off, And now the sleepy wainman softly drove His slow-paced team that long had travailed. Th. Kyd. Gallicinium. By this the Northern Wagoner had set His sevenfold team behind the steadfast star, That was in Ocean waves, yet never wet, But firm is fixed, and sendeth light from far, To all that in the wide deep wandering are, And cheerful chauntte clear with his notes shrill, Had warned once that Phoebus' fiery car, 〈◊〉 haste was climbing up to Eastern hill, Full envious that the night so long his room did frill Ed. Spencer. What time the native Belman of the night, The bird that warned Peter of his fall, First ring's his silver bell to each sleeping wight, That should their minds up to devotion call. Idem. The cheerful cock, the sad night's trumpeter, Waiting upon the rising of the sun, Doth sing to see how Cynthia shrinks her horn, Where Clitia takes her progress to the East, Where wring west with drops of silver dew, Her wont tears of love she doth renew, The wandering swallow with her broken song, The country wench unto her work awakes, Whilst Cytherea sighing, walks to seek, Her murdered love transformed to a rose, Whom though she see, to crop she kindly fears But kissing sighs, and dews him with her tears. Th. Kyd. Now ere the purple dawning yet did spring, The joyful lark began to stretch her wing, And now the cock the morning's trumpeter, Played hunts up, for the day-star to appear, down slideth Phebe from her crystal chair, S'daigning to lend her light unto the air. M. Drayton. Diliculum. At last fair Hesperus in highest sky, Had spent his lamp, & brought forth dawning light. Ed. Spencer. The night grown old, her black head waxen grey, Sure shepherds sign that morn will soon fetch day. S. Ph. Sidney. It was the time when 'gainst the breaking day, Rebellious night yet strove and still repined, For in the east appears the morning grey, And yet some lamps in Jove's high palace shined. Ed. Fairfax. By this Apollo's golden harp began To send forth music to the Ocean, Which watchful Hesperos no sooner heard, But he the day bright bearing car prepared, And ran before, as harkenger of light, And with his flaming beams ●ockt ugly night. Ch. Marlowe. — Lycaon's son, The hardy plough-swain unto mighty Jove, Hath traced his silver furrows in the heaven, And turning home his over-watched team, Gives leave unto Apollo's chariot. R. Greene. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day, Stands tiptoe on the misty mountains top. W. Sh. Lo now the gentle lark weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning from whose silver breast, The sun ariseth in his majesty: Who doth the world so gloriously behold, That Cedar tops and hills seemed burnished gold. Idem. Mane▪ The joyous day 'gan early to appear, And fair Aurora fro her dewy bed Of aged Tithon 'gan herself to rear With rosy cheeks, for shame as blushing red. Ed. Spencer. Now when the rosy-fingered morning fair, Weary of aged Tithon's saffron bed, Had spread her purple rob through dewy air, And the high hills Titan discovered, The royal Virgin shook off drowsy bed. Idem. Now sullen night with slow sad pace descended To ugly hell, when lo the blushing morrow Lends light to all fair eyes that light will borrow. W. Sh. Soon as the morrow saire with purple beams, Dispersed the shadows of the misty night, And Titan playing on the Eastern streams, 'Gan clear the dewy air with springing light. Ed. Spencer. The dewy Rose at morn had with her hairs, In sundry sorts the Indian clime adorned, And now her eyes appareled in tears, The loss of lovely Memnon long had mornde. D. Lodge. The gaudy morn out of her golden sleep Awaked, and little birds uncagde 'gan sing, To welcome home the bridegroom of the sea. G. Peele. The gray-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, Cheering the Eastern clouds with streams of light, And darkness flected like a drunkard reels, From forth days pathway made by Titan's wheels. W. Sh. Now had the morn espied her lovers steeds, Whereat she starts, puts on her purple weed, And red for anger that he stayed so long, All headlong throws herself the clouds among. Ch. Marlowe. As soon as morning her shining hairs fro the mountains Had shown forth & driven all starlight quite fro the heavens. A. France. Fair Aurora betimes by the days break rose from her husband Husband, old & cold, & drove back clouds from Olympas Making way to the sun, taking her way to the younker, Brave younker Shafalus whom fair Aurora desired. Idem. Now was the time when as Aurora fair, Began to show the world her golden head, And look abroad to take the cool fresh air, jealous Tithono lying still in bed. S. I. H. The sable night dislodgd and now began, Aurora's usher with a windy fan, Sweetly to shake the woods on every side, The whilst his mistress like a stately bride, With flowers, with gems, and Indian gold doth spangle Her lovely locks her lovers looks to tangle, When passing through the air in mantle blue, With silver fringe she drops the pearly dew, With her goes Abram out. I. Sylvester. The rosy fringed morn with gladsome ray, Rose to her task from old Tithonas' lap. Ed. Fairfax. The night begins be angry when she sees She can distill no sleep in lovers eyes, Tossing herself among the clouds now hath Sent the red morn as herald of her wrath, Whose lover Phoebus rising from his bed, With dewy mantle hath the world or'e-spread, Shaking his tresses our Neptunes ebb: And giving tincture to the spider's web, These fair nymphs rose, seeing the light did call. I. weever. Aurora bright her crystal gates unbarred, And bridegroom like stepped forth the glorious sun Ed. Fairfax. The dewy tressie morning newly wake, With golden tinsel scarce had crowned her brow, Riding in triumph on the Ocean lake, Embellishing the hony-fringed bows. M. Drayton. The purple morning left her crimson bed, And donned her robes of pure vermilion hue, Her amber locks she crowned with roses red, In Eden's flowery gardens gathered new. Ed. Fairfax. Soles Ortus. At last the golden oriental gate Of greatest heaven 'gan to open fair, And Phoebus' fresh as bridegroom to her mate, Came dancing forth, shaking his dewy hair, And hurls his glistering beams through gloomy air. Ed. Spencer. The fiery sun was mounted up on height, up to the heavenly towers, and shot each where Out of his golden chariot glistering light: And fair Aurora with her rosy hair, The hateful darkness now had put to flight. Idem. The golden sun rose from the silver wave, And with his beams enameled every green. Ed. Fairfax. The snoring snout of restless Phlegon blew, Hot on the Indeses, which did the day renew With scarlet sky. Th. Hadson. Meridies. Hyperion throwing forth his beams full oft, Into the highest top of heaven 'gan climb, And the world parting by an equal lot, Did shed his whirling flames on either side, As the great Ocean doth himself divide. Ed. Spencer. When as the sun towered in heavens head, down from the silver mountains of the sky, Bend his bright chariot on the glassy bed, Fair crystal gilded with his glorious eye, Fearing some usurpation in his stead, Or lest his love should too long dalliance spy, tween him and Virgo, whose attractive face, Had newly made him leave the lion's chase, In that same middayes' hour etc. I· Markham. — Golden Phoebus now that mounted high From fiery wheels of his fair chariot, Hurled his beams so scorching cruel hot, That living creature moat it not abide. Ed. Spencer. In highest way of heaven the sun did ride, Progressing from fair twins in golden place, Having no mask of clouds before his face, But streaming forth his heat in chiefest pride. S. Ph. Sidney. Solis Occasus. Now 'gan the golden Phoebus for to steep, His fiery face in billows of the west, And his faint steeds watered in Ocean deep, Whilst from their journal labours they do rest. Ed. Spencer. — Lo the great Automedon of day, In Isis' stream his golden locks doth steep, Sad even her dusky mantle doth display, Light flying fouls the posts of night do sport them, And cheerful looking Phoebe doth comfort them. D. Lodge. By this the welked Phoebus 'gan avail, His weary wain and now the frosty night, Her mantle black through heaven 'gan overhaile, Ed. Spencer. Such love as Phoebus from the coloured sky, Did headlong drive his horses toward the west, To suffer horned Luna for ro pry, Amidst the dusky dark. D. Lodge. When as the Sun hales towards the Western slade, And the tree shadows three times greater made. M. Dr. And now the sun was past his middleway, Leaning more lovely to his lemons bed, And the moons third hour had attached the day. I. Markham. By this the sun had spread his golden locks Upon the pale green carpet of the sea, And opened wide the scarlet door which locks, The easeful evening from the labouring day, Now night began to leap from iron rocks. And whips her rusty wagon through the way. Idem. The blushing sun plucks in his smiling beams, ●aking his steeds to mend their wonted pace, Till plunging down into the ocean streams, There in the frothy waves he hides his face, Then rains them in more than his usual space, And leaves foul darkness to possess the sky, A time most fit for foulest tragedy. M.D. Now the sun is mounted up on high, And pawseth in the midst of all the sky, His fiery face upon the earth doth beat, And bakes it with intolerable heat. I. Authoris. Vesper. — Now the golden Hesperus Was mounted buy in top of heavens sheen, And warned had his brethren joyous, To light their blessed lamps in Jove's eternal house, Ed. Spencer. 〈◊〉 ●his the night from forth the darksome bower 〈◊〉 ●●bus, her teemed steeds 'gan call, 〈…〉 V●sper in his timely hour, From golden Oeta 'gan proceed withal. R. Greene. About the time when Vesper in the West, 〈…〉 ●ing watch, and silent night, 〈…〉 ●is twinkling train, 〈…〉 to possess the world, And fantasy to hauzen idle heads, Under the stately canopy of heaven, I laid me down laden with many cares. G. Peele. Now the world's comforter with weary gate, His days hot task hath ended in the West▪ The owl (night's herald) shrieks, 'tis very late, The sheep are gone to fold, the birds to nest, The coal-black clouds that shadow heavens light Do summon us to part and bid good night. W. Sh. Noctis initium. Now 'gan the hunnied vapour shed the ground With pearly dew, and th'earth's gloomy shade Did dim the brightness of the welkin round, That every beast and bird awarned made, To shroud themselves, while sleep their senses did invade, Ed. Spencer. The silent shadows with their mother vail, The bright lamp of heaven from Thetis hide, Apollo's sister in her starry rail, Along her lower Sphere in triumpeled. D. Lodge. — Cynthia companion of the night, With shining brand lighting his eben car, Whose axle-tree was jet auchact with stars, And roof with shining ravens feathers cealed, Piercing my eye lids as I lie along, Awaked me through. G. Peele. Thus whiles dumb sights their yielding hearts entangled The air with sparks of living fire was spangled, And night deep drenched in misty Acheron, Heaved up her head half the world upon, Breathed darkness forth, dark night is Cupid's day. Ch. Marlowe. — From deep of regions underneath Night's vail arose and suns bright lustre chacde. Ed. Fairfax. Invested in her stately vale the night In her kind arms embraced all the round, The silver moon from Sea uprising bright, Spread frosty pearl upon the candied ground. Idem. Now black-brown night placed in her chair of jet, Sat wrapped in clouds within her cabinet, And with her dusky mantle overspread The path the sunny Palfraies used to tread, And Cynthia sitting in her crystal chair, In all her pomp did ride along her Sphere, The honeyed dew descended in soft showers, Drizled in pearl upon the tender flowers. And Zephir hushed, who with a whispering gale, Seemed to hearken to the nightingale, Which in the thorny brakes with her sweet song, Unto the silent night bewrayed her wrong. M. Dra. Noctis concubium. Now was the heavenly vault deprived of light With suns depart, and now the darkness of the night, Did light those beamy stars which greater light did dark Now each thing that enjoyed that fiery quickening spark (Which life is called) were moved their spirits to repose, And wanting use of eyes, their eyes began to close: A silence sweet, each where with one consent embraced, A music sweet, to one in careful musing placed: And mother earth now clad in morning weed, did breath A dull desire to kiss th'image of our death. S. Ph. Sidney. It was the time, when rest soft sliding down From heavens height, into man's heavy eyes, In the forgetfulness of sleep doth drown The careful thoughts of mortal miseries. Ed. Spencer. — The sun already sank Beyond our world, and ere I got my both, Each wight with mantle black the night doth scooth, Saving the glow-worm, which would courteous be, Of that small light oft watching sleepers see. The welkin had full niggardly enclosed In coffer of dim clouds his silver groats, I cleped stars, each thing to rest disposed, The caves were full, the mountains void of goats The birds eyes closed, closed their chirping notes: As for the nightingale, woods music King, It August was, he deigned not then to sing. S. Ph. Sidney. — Now the sable shade I cleped night had thick enueloped The sun, in vail of double darkness made Sleep eased care, rest brought complaint to bed. Ed. Fairfax. Now from the fresh, the soft, and tender bed, Of her still mother gentle night out-flew The fleeting balm on hills and dales she shed, With honey drops of pure and precious dew, And on the verdure of green forests spread, The virgin prime rose, and the violet blew, And sweete-breath Zephir on his spreading wings Sleep, ease, repose, rest, peace, and quiet brings, The thoughts and troubles of broad waking day, They softly dip in mild oblivions lake. Idem. Intempesta nox. Now when Aldeboran was mounted high, Above the shinie Cassiopeia's chair, And all in deadly sleep did drowned lie. Ed. Spencer. Midnight was come, when every vital thing, With sweet sound sleep their weary limbs did rest, The beasts were still, the little birds that sing, Now sweetly slept besides their mother's breast, The old and all were snrowded in their rest, The waters calm, the cruel seas did cease, The woods, the fields, and all things held their peace The golden stars were whirled amidst their race, And on the earth did laugh with twinkling light, When each thing nestled in his resting place, Forgot days pain with pleasure of the night, The hare had no the greedy hounds in sight, The fearful dear of death stood not in doubt, The partridge dreamt not of the falchens foot, The ugly bear now minded not the stake, Nor how the cruel mastiffs do her tear, The stag lay still unroused from the brake, The foamy bore feared not the hunter's spear, All things were still in desert, bush and breere: The quiet heart now from their travails rest, Sound they slept in most of all their rest. M. Sackuile. — The midnights waking star, Sad Cassiopeia with a heavy cheer Pushed forth her forehead to make known from far, What time the deadly dole of earth drew near. I. Markham. With falling mists the darksome night extended Her sable wings, and gently overspread Heavens gloomy vail, whence Phoebus' lamp was fled, Dead time of rest to every mortal wight, To cheerful minds that bringeth wanton sleep, With many a fantasy and deluding toy, And pensive heart it doth delay and keep From tedious company, that would annoy, Dull Saturnists that have abjured all joy. Th. Storer. Now spread the night her spangled canopy, And summoned every restless soul to sleep, On beds of tender grass the beasts do lie, The fishes slumbered in the silent deep, Unheard was Serpents hiss and Dragons cry, Birds left to sing and Philomele to weep: Only that noise heavens rolling circle kest, Sung lullaby to bring the world to rest. Ed. Fairfax. Noctis initium. When low the night with misty mantle spread, 'Gan dark the day, and dim the azure skies, And Venus in her message Hermes sped To bloody Mars, to will him not to rise, While she herself approached in speedy wise, And Virgo hiding her disdainful breast, With Thetis now had laid her down to rest, While Scorpio dreading Sagitarius dart, Whose bow priest bend, in fight the string had slipped▪ Downe slid into the Ocean flood a part, The bear that in the irish seas had dipped His grisly feet, with speed from thence he whipped, For Thetis hasting from the virgin's bed, Pursued the bear that ere she came was fled, And Phaethon now near reaching to his race, With glistering beams gold streaming where they bent▪ Was priest to enter in his resting place, Enryhius that in the cart first went, Had even now attained his journeys stint, And fast declining hid away his head, Where Titan couched him in his purple bed, And now pale Cynthia with her borrowed light, Beginning to supply her brother's place, Was past the noone-sted six degrees in sight, When sparkling stars amidst the heavens face, With twinkling light shone on the earth apace, That while they brought about the night's chair, The dark had dimmed the day ere I was ware. M. Sac. Such time as from her mother's tender lap The night arose, guarded with gentle winds, And with h●r precious dew refreshed the sap, Of bloom and dark, (whilst that her mantle blinds The vail of heaven) and every bird was still, Save Philomele that did bemoan her ill: When in the West Orion lift aloft His stately crest, and smiled upon the twins, And Cynthia seemly bright (whose eye full oft Had watched her love) with radiant light gins, To pierce the vail of silence with her beams, Sporting with wanton clear in Ocean streams. When little winds in beating of their wings, Did woe the eyes to leave their constant walk, And all was hushed save Zephyrus that sings, With lovely breathe for the sea nymphs sake, My wrathful griefs perplex my mind so sore, That forth I walked, my sorrows to deplore. D. Lodge. Poetical Descriptions. Of theology. In chariot framed of celestial mould, And simple pureness of the purest sky, A more than heavenly nymph I did behold, Who glancing on me with her gracious eye, So gave me leave her beauty to espy, For sure no sense such sight can comprehend, Except her beams their fair reflection lend Her beauty with eternity began, And only unto God was ever seen, When Eden was possessed with sinful man, She came to him, and gladly would have been, The long succeedings world's eternal Queen, But they refused her (O heinous deed) And from that garden banished was that seed, Since when at sundry times and sundry ways, Atheism, and blinded ignorance conspire, How to obscure those holy burning rays, And quench that zeal of heart-inflaming fire, As makes our souls to heavenly things aspire: But all in vain, for maugre all their might, She never lost one sparkle of her light. Pearls may be foiled, and gold be turned to dross, The sun obscured, the moon be turned to blood, The world may sorrow for Astrea's loss, The heavens darkened like a dusky wood, Wast deserts lie where watery fountains stood; But fair theology (for so she hight) Shall never lose one sparkle of her light. Such one she was, as in his Hebrew song, The wisest king for fairest creature proves, Embracing her the Cedar trees among, Comparing her to roses and to doves, Preferring her before all other loves, Such one she was, and every whit as fair, Besides these two was never such a pair. T. Storer. Astrology. Her handmaides in Amazon-like attire, Went chaste and modest like Diana's train, One by her gazing looks seems to aspire Beyond the moon, and in a high disdain, To deem the world and worldly treasures vain. She hight astrology, on whose bright lawn, Spheres Astrolabes and skilful globes are drawn. Rhetoric. The next, fair smiling with a pleasing cheek, Had power to ravish and enchant men's ears, hight rhetoric, whose shadowed vail shown clear With silver tongues, and over it she wears, A wimpled scarf, bedewed with hearer's tears, Whose captive hearts she should detain long while, With pleasance of her unaffected stile. Of logic. The third a quicke-eyde dame of piercing sight, That reasons worth in equal balance weighed, The truth she loved above all earthly wight, Yet could not tell her love, but what she said Was certain true, and she a perfect maid, Her garments short, tucked up to earth prepared, And she called logic without welt or guard. Th. Storer. Arith. music. Geometry. Next these, whose outward looks I knew aright, And had some portion of their endless treasure, Fair Algebra with fingers richly dight, Sweet music founder of delightsome pleasure, Earth-scanning nymph, directress of all measure. These humbly did her sovereign highness greet, And meekly laid their garlands at her feet. From every one she plucked a special flower, And laid each flower upon a several part, Then from her one a stem of wondrous power, Whose leaves were beams, whose stalk a fiery dart. And that she laid upon my trembling heart, These were the buds of art, this plant of bliss, This gave them life, they yielded grace to this. Th. Storer. Of battle. Two greater kings were never seen before. Then camped was in Ragan field at morn, With haughty hearts enarmed all on ire, Each soldier set another so on fire, Thar scarcely they could keep them in their bound Till pipe or Cymbal, or the Trumpet sound, Denounce the chock, but with their furious faces, They threat their foes with fell menaces, And strokes at hand, two thousand lads forlorn (To blunt the sword) were down in battle borne, Upon their flames flew fervently their stones, That bet their bucklers to their bruised bones, The Squadron than steps sternly to the stroke, With hearts inhuman all the battle yokes, And are supplied with many mighty bands, Some counters them, and sternly them withstands, With foot to foot each other overpries, Both Medes and calls clasp with ghastly cries, Like Nilus' streams that from the rock do rumble, 〈◊〉 Encelade when he in tomb doth tumble. Tho. Huds●●. Of a kiss. Best charge, and bravest retreat in Cupid's fight, A double key which opens to the heart, Most rich, when most his riches it impart, Nest of young joys, schoolmaster of de●ight, Teaching the mean at once to take and give, The friendly stay, where blows both wound & heal The petty death where each in other live, Poor hopes first wealth, hostage of promise weak. Breakfast of love. S. Ph. Sidney. Of People. People, less settled than the sliding sand, ●ore mutable than Proteus or the moon, T●●nd and returned in turning of a hand, ●●●e Eu●●pus●b●e flowing every noon: Thou thousand headed headless monster most, Of slain like Antheus, and as oft new rising, Who hard as steel, as light as winged art tossed, Chameleon like, each objects colour prising. I. Sylvester. Disdain. A sturdy villain stirring strife and bold, As though the highest God defy he would: In his right hand an iron club he held, But he himself was all of golden mould, Yet had both life and sense, and well could wield That cursed weapon, when his cruel foes he quelled, Desdaine he called was, and did disdain So to be called, and who so him did call. Ed. Spencer. Of the same. — Lo a knight unto his succour went All armed in shining steel, and on his shield, He bore a yoke in sundry pieces rend. And flames of fire all in a yellow field: So weaponed he was, as if he meant To make all that encountered him to yield: A sword and spear he had, and to the same A mace, from whence he threw continual flame, His mace was stored with everlasting fire, That ever burned and did never waste, No other waggon needed one desire To make good way which way soe'er he passed, And sure rinaldo's danger did require, Quick remedy, wherefore the knight did haste, And when he saw this monster and did view her, With his stiff spear forth with he overthrew her: But this same fall did her no whit annoy, Wherefore to use his spear he now misliketh, Only he will his fiery face employ, And with that same the monster foul he striketh, Then she no longer could her force enjoy. S. I. H. Of Dearth. — Dearth the lively form of death, Still yawning wide with loathsome stinking breath, With hollow eyes, with meager cheeks and chin, With sharp lean bones, piercing her sable skin, Her empty bowels may be plainly spied, Clean through the wrinkles of her withered hide, She hath no belly, but the bellies seat, Her knees and knuckles swelling very great, Insatiate Orque, that even at one repast, Almost all creatures in the world with waste, Whose greedy gorge dish after dish doth draw, Seeks meat in meat, for still her monstrous maw voids in devouring, and sometimes she eats Her own dear babes, for lack of other meats, Nay more sometimes (O strangest gluttony,) She eats herself, herself to satisfy, Lessening herself, herself so to enlarge, And cruel thus, she doth our grandfire charge, And brings beside from Limbo to assist her, Rage, feebleness, and thirst her ruthless sister. I. Silvester. Of Thirst. — Cruel thirst came out of Cyren land, Where she was fostered on the burning sand, With hot intracted tongue, and sunken eine, With stomach worn, and wrinkled visage keen With light and meager, corpse, and pailed veins, In steed of blood, that brimstone hot retains, Her poisoned mouth blew through that holy town, Such hellish air, that stiffeled up and down. Th. Had. Old Woman. Her eyes were sunk into her head, Her cheeks were lean and lank, Out stood her chin, Into her mouth her bloodless lips they sank, Her toothless chaps Disgraced her tongue in telling of a tale, And suck she might A teat for teeth and spoonage too did fail, Her hair since sixty years Not black, was now, nor white, or none, The substance of her wrinkled face Were only skin and bone, Dim were her eyes, Deaf were her ears, rank smelled, if she could sent, A palsy made her feeling cease, Down tastlesse food it went. W. Warner. Of a combat. Sometime they proffer, than they pause a while, Sometime strike out, like masters of the play, Now stand upright, now stoop, another while, Now open lie, now cover all they may. Now ward then with a slip the blow beguiled, Now forward step, now back a little way, Now round about, and where the tone gives place, There still the other presseth in his place. S. I. H. Of Albion. — Fair Albion glory of the North, Neptune's best darling held between his arms, Divided from the world, as better worth, Kept from himself, defended from all harms. S. Daniel. This royal throne of Kings, this sceptred isle. This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, this demi-paradise, This fortress built by nature for herself, Against intestion and the hand of war, This happy breed of man, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall, Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal Kings, Feared by their breed, and famous by their birth, Renowned in their deeds as far from home, For charity, service, and true chivalry, As is the Sepulchre in stubborn Jewrie. M. Dr. Of Egypt. The fairest flower that glories Africa, Whose beauty Phoebus dare not dash with showers, O●er whose climate never hung a cloud, But smiling Titan lights the Horizon. R. Greene. Jerusalem. Jerusalem is feared on two hills, Of height unlike, and turned side to side, The space between a gentle valley fills, From mount to mount exspansed fair and wide, Three sides are sure imbarde with crags and hills, The rest is easy scant to rise espied, But mighty bulwarks fence that plainer part, So art helps nature, nature strengtheneth art. The town is stored of troughs and cestornes made, To keep fresh water, but the country seems devoid of grass, unfit for ploughmen's trade, Not fertile, moist, with rivers, wells, and streams, There grow few trees, to make the summer's shade, To shield the parched land from scorehing beams, Save that a wood stands six miles from the town, With aged Cedars, dark and shadows brown: By east among the dusky valleys glide, The silver streams of Jordan siler flood, By west the midland sea with bounders tied, O● sandy showers, where loppa whilom stood, By North Samaria stands, and on that side, The golden calf was reared in bethel wood, Bethlem by South, where Christ incarnate was, A pearl in steel, a diamond set in brass. Ed. Fairfax. Of Deluge. heavens crystal windows with one hand God opes Where on the world a thousand seas he drops, With th'other hand he gripes and wringeth forth, The spongy globe of the execrable earth, So straightly priest that it doth straight restore, All liquid floods that it had drunk before, In every rock new rivers do begin, And to his aid the snows came tumbling in. The Pines and Cedars have but bows to show, The shores do shrink, the swelling waters grow. I. Sylvester. Of a Courtier effeminate. About his neck a carcanet rich he ware Of precious stones all set in gold well tried, His arms that erst all warlike weapons bare, In golden bracelets wanton were tied, Into his ears two rings conveyed are, Of golden wire, at which on either side, Two Indian pearls, in making, like two pears Of passing price, were pendant at his ears, His locks bedewed with waters of sweet savour, Stood curled round in order on his head, He had such wanton womanish behaviour, As though in Valence he had long been bred, So changed in speech, in manners, and in favour, So from himself beyond all reason led, By these enchantments of this amorous dame, He was himself in nothing but in name. S. I. H. Of Eden. For Adam God chose out an happy seat, A climate temperate both for cold and heat, Which dainty Flora paveth sumptuously, With flowery verse enameled tapistry, Pomona pranks with fruits, whose taste excels, And Zephir fills with musk and amber smells, Where God himself (as gardener) treads the allies, With trees and corn covers the hills and valleys, Summons sweet sleep with noise of hundred brooks, And sunne-proofe arbours makes in sundry nooks, He plants, he prunes, he pares, he trimmeth round, The ever-greene beauties of a fruitful ground: here, there, the course of th'holy lakes he leads, With thousand dies he motleth all the mead. I. Sylvester. Of Winds. — O heavens fresh flames quoth he, Earth's sweeping brooms, O forests enmity, O you my haraulds, and my harbingers, My nimble posts, and speedy messengers, My arms, my sinews, and my Eagles swift, That through the air my rolling chariot lift. I. Sylvester. Of a drunken man. His head grows giddy, and his foot indents, A mighty fume his troubled brain torments, His idle prattle from their purpose quite, Is abrupt, fluttering, all confused, and light, His wine stuffed stomach wrung with wind he feels, His trembling tent all topsyturvy wheels, At last not able on his legs to stand, More like a foul swine than a sober man, Oppressed with sleep he wallows on the ground, His shameless snorting trounke so deeply drowned, In selfe-oblivion, that he did not hide, Those parts that Caesar covered when he died. Idem. A Palmer. A silly man in simple weed forworn, And soiled with dust of the long dried way, His sandales were with toilsome travel torn, And face all tanned with scorching sunny ray, As he had travailed many a summer's day, Through boiling sands of Africa and Ind, And in his hand a jacob's staff to stay His weary limbs upon, and eke behind, His scrip did hang, in which his needmets he did bind Ed. Spencer. Of Harpies. Seven of them came together in a knot, With women's faces, wan, with deadly cold, So hunger-starved, as death itself might not Be at first sight more hideous to behold: Their wings were great, but foul black wings god wots, Their talents sharp to gripe, and strong to hold, A large foul paunch, a filthy tail and long, From whence there came a mighty odour strong. S. I. Harr. Of Cyprus. — With filled sails, in little while, They came as far as Cyprus, Venus' isle: here every place was full of odours sweet, Of gardens fair, of spice of pleasant taste, The people lustful, (for dame Venus meet) From tender years to doting age do last, With wanton damsels walking in each street, Inviting men to pleasure and repast. S. I. Harr. Of the rainbow. Noah looks up, and in the air he views A semicircle of an hundred hews; which bright ascending toward th'etherial thrones, Hath a line drawn between two orisons For just Diameter: an even bend bow Contrived of three: whereof the one doth show To be all painted of a golden hue; The second green, the third an orient blue: Yet so, that in this pure blew-golden green, Still (o pall-like) some changeable is seen; A bow bright shining in th'archers hand, Whose subtle string seems level with the land, Half parting heaven, and over us it bends, within two seas wetting his horned ends; A temporal beauty of the lampfull skies, where powerful Nature shows her fresh-red dies. And if you only blew and red perceive, The same as signs of sea and fire conceive, Of both the flowing and the flaming doom, The judgement past, and judgement yet to come. I. Silvester. Of paradise, Soon after he a crystal stream espying, From foot to head he washed himself therein, Then up he gets him on his courser flying, And of the air he more and more doth win: Ascending heaven, all earthly thoughts defying. As fishes cut the liquid stream with fin, So cutteth he the air and doth not stop Till he was come unto the mountain top. This hill nigh touched the circle of the moon, The top was all a fruitful pleasant field, And light at night, as ours is here at noon, The sweetest place that ever man beheld, (There would I dwell if God gave me my boon) The soil thereof most fragrant flowers doth yield, Like Rubies, gold, sapphire, pearls, topaz stones, Chrysolites, Diamonds, jacinths for the nonce. The trees that there did grow, were ever green, The fruit that thereon grew were never fading, The sundry coloured birds did sit between (Singing most sweet) the fruitful boughs then shading, Rivers more clear than crystal to be seen, The fragrant smell, the sense and soul invading; With air so temperate and so delightsome, As all the place beside was clear and lightsome. Of Diana, The first with clothes tucked up as nymphs in woods do range, Tucked up even to the knees, with bows & arrows priest Her right arm naked was, discovered was her breast: But heavy was her pace, & such a megre cheer, As little hunting mind (God knows) did there appear. S. Phil. Sidney. — Now great Phoebe in her triumph came, With all the titles of her glorious name, Diana, Delia, Luna, Cynthia, Virago, Hecate, and Elythia, Prothyria, Dictinna, Proserpina, Latona, and Lucina most divine. M. Drayton. Cynthia. The silver moon, dread sovereign of the deep That with the floods fills up her horned head, And by her wain, the waning ebbs doth keep. jar. Markham. — With a brace of silver hinds, 〈◊〉 ivory Chariot swifter than the winds, 〈◊〉 great Hyperions horned daughter drawn, ●nchauntresse like, decked in disparent lawn. Circled with charms and incantations, That ride huge spirits and ouragious passions; Music and mood she loves, but love she hates, As curious Ladies do their public cates. G. Chapman. Nature's bright eyesight, and the nights fair soul, That with thy triple forehead dost control Earth, seas, and hell, and art in dignity The great'st and swiftest Planet in the sky. Idem. Venus. — Mounting in the East Fair Venus in her ivory coach did haste, And towards those pensive Dames her course addressed Her doves so plied their waving wings with flight, That strait the sacred goddess came in sight. Upon her head she bore that gorgeous crown wherein the poor Amintas is a star, Her lovely locks her bosom hanging down, Those nets that first ensnared the God of war: Delicious-lovely shine her lovely eyes, And on her cheeks Carnation clouds arise. D. Lodge. Of Venus, This goddess had with art (more than our women kno● As stuff meant for the sale, set out to glaring show) A wanton woman's face, & with curled knots had twin● Her hair, which by the help of painters cunning shined S. Phil. Sidney. Of Cupid. Amongst this gamesome crew is seen, The issue of the Cyprian Queen, Whose head and shoulders feathered been; And as the stars his countenance sheen. In his left hand his bow he bare, And by his side his quiver ware, In power he sits passed all compare, And with his flames the world doth dare; A sceptre in his hand he held, With Chloris native flowers untilled, And nectar's deathless odours stilled From his bright locks the Sun digild. The triple Graces there assist, Sustaining with their breasts commist And knees that Thetis bosom kissed The chalice of this Amorist. G. Chapman transl. — Him the greatest of the Gods we deem, Borne without sin or couples of one kind, For V●nus self doth solely couples seem, Both male and female through commixture joined, So pure and spotless Cupid forth she brought, And in the gardens of Adonis nursed: Where growing, he his own perfection wrought, And shortly was of all the Gods the first. Then got he bow and shafts of gold and lead, In which so fell and puissant he grew, That Jove himself his power began to dread, And taking up to heaven, him godded new. From thence he shoots his arrows every where Into the world at random as he will, On us frail men. S. Daniel. Venus. — Now in ire, She mounts her chariot swifter than the wind Or subtle comprehension of the mind, which by two nimble cock-sparrows was drawn Caparisond but lightly with the lawn took from the Flowre-deluces inner skin, Trapped and embossed with Marigolds: within Sits Venus naked, holding in her hand A tumbling shellfish with a myrtle wand; Wearing a garland on her wimpled head, Compacted of the white Rose, and the red. None but the blind boy Cupid durst approach For to be whurried with her in her Coach, The snow-white Graces running by their sides, Were through the heavens their wagoners & guides, Lashing the sparrows under quivering wings, With whips of twisted gold, and silver strings, A beavie of white doves still fluttring over, From the suns sight such beauty seemed to cover; And thus she road in triumph in her throne, Whose radiant lustre like the sunbeams shone. I. weever. Calm weather. As than no wind at all there blue, No swelling cloud accloyd the air, The sky like grass of watched hue Reflected Phoebus golden hair: The garnished trees no pendant stirred, Nor voice was heard of any bird. Mat. Roydon. The King of winds calls home his posts again, And Amphitrite smooth's her watery plain, The air his clouds hath changed to crystal clear, And now the lamps of light from heaven appear. J. Sylvester. Of Tempests. On Neptune war was made by Aeolus and his train, who letting lose the winds, tossed & tormented the air, So that on every coast, men shipwreck did abide, Or else were swallowed up in open sea with waves, And such as came to shore, were beaten with despair. Edm. Spen. — Within a little season, The wind discovered his deceit and treason, First from the poop, it changed to the side, Then to the prore, at last it whirled round, Long in a place it never would abide, which doth the Pilots wit and skill confound; The surging waves swell still in higher pride, Proteus white flock, did more and more abound, And seemed to them as many deaths to threaten, As the ships sides with divers waves are beaten, Now in their face the wind, strait on their back, And forward this, and backward that it blows, Then on the side it makes the ship to crack, Among the mariners confusion grows, The master doubts ruin and present wrack, For none his will, nor none his meaning knows. To whistle, beckon, cry, it nought avails, Sometime to strike, sometime to turn their sails, But none there was could hear, nor see, nor mark: Their ears so stopped, so dazzled were their eyes, with weather so tempestuous, and so dark, And black thick clouds, that with the storm did rise, From whence sometimes great ghastly flames did sparks And thunder claps that seemed to rend the skies; Which made them in a manner deaf and blind, That no man understood the masters mind: Nor less, nor much less fearful is the sound The cruel tempest in the tackle makes, Yet each one for himself some business found, And so some special office him betakes: One this untied, another this fast bound, He the main bowling now restrains, now slakes, Some take an oar, some at the pump take pain, And power the sea, into the Sea again. Behold a horrible and hideous blast, That Boreas from his frozen lips doth send, Doth backward force the sail against the mast, And makes the waves unto the skies ascend, Then broke their oars and rudder eke at last, Nothing was left from tempest to defend. So that the ship as swayed now quite aside, Unto the waves laid open her naked side, Then all aside the staggering ship did reel, For one side quite beneath the water lay, And on the other side the very keel, Above the water plain discern you may; Then thought they all hope past, & down they kneel, And unto God to take their souls they pray; Worse danger grew then this, when this was past, By means the ship 'gan after leak so fast, The wind, the waves to them no respite gave, But ready every hour to overthrow them; Oft they were hoist so high upon the wave, They thought the middle region was below them: Oft-times so low the sand their vessel drove, As though that Charon there his boat would show them. Scant had they time, or power to fetch their breath, All things did threaten them so present death. S. I. Harr. — An host of black and sable clouds 'Gan to eclipse Lucina's silver face, And with a hurling noise from forth the South, A gust of wind did raise the billows up, Then scantled we our sails with speedy hands, And took our drabblers from our bonners strain, And severed our bonnets from our courses: Our top sails up we truss, our spirit sails in, But vainly strive they that resist the heavens, For lo the waves incense then more and more, Mounting with hideous roar from the depth; Our bark is battered by encountering storms, And wellnigh steemd by breaking of the clouds: The steersman pale, and careful holds the helm, Wherein the trust of life and safety lay, Till all at once, a mortal tale to tell, Our sails were split by Bisas' bitter blast; Our middle broke, and we bereft of hope; There might you see with pale and ghastly looks, The dead in thought, and doleful merchant lifts Their eyes and hands unto their Country Gods, The goods we cast in bowels of the Sea, A sacrifice to suage proud Neptune's ire. D. Lodge. Now Nerrus foams, and now the wrathful wave, Tost and turmoild by angry Neptune's slaves, Do mount and roll, 'gainst Thetis' heaven doth fight, And she (enraged) usurped on Rhea's right, An air, black, sable, sad, o'erspread the skies, And reaves all light from woeful sailors eyes: Or if some beams break through their pitchy night, This nought, but lightning flashes full of fright. I. Sylvester. The Eastern winds drives on the roaring train Of white blue billows, and the clouds again With fresh seas cross the seas, and she doth send In counterchange a rain with salty blend The heavens, do seem in Thetis lap to fall, The Sea-starre, skies, and God to arm this all: Against one ship that skips from stars to ground, From wave to wave (like windy balances bound) The whilst the pilot on a foamy mount, Thinks from the pole to see hell's pit profound; And then cast down unto the sandy shore, Seems from low hell to see the lofty pole, And feeling foes within and eke without, As many waves so many deaths doth doubt: The Sea sharp-surging round about the ship, Vncaulks their keel, and doth her seams umip, Whereby the waters entering uncontrolled, Ebbing abroad, yet flow apace in hold, For every ●un the plied pump doth free, A flood breaks in, the amazed master he, His cunning conquered by the perils plains, Doubts what to say, or where to turn his rains, Which wave to meet, or which salt surge to fly, So yields his charge in sea to live or die. Strike sail the master cries, strike sail amain, vail misme, and spirit sail, but the winds constrain With boisterous blasts that beat upon his face, His sea-shapt speech to fly before their chase: Of men dismayed, the sad confused cries, Wrath Neptune's noise, and bellowing winds likewise; Heavens thunderclaps, the tackle whistling, (Strange minstrels) do dire dreadful descant sing. josuah Sylvester. The day with cloud was sudden overcast, And angry Jove an hideous storm of rain, Did pour into his lemons lap so fast, That every wight to shroud it did constrain. Ed. Spencer. The air doth on the sudden grow obscure, Lightened sometimes with lightnings dreadful light, And save their hourglass, kept the reckoning sure, 'twas hard for to discern the day from night; The desperate mariners do all endure As men enured to the waters spite; The heavens above, the waves beneath us roar, Yet are they not dismayed one whit therefore; One with a whistle, hanged about his neck, Shows by the sound which cord must be undone, And strait the ship-boy ready at a beck, Unto the tops with nimble sleight doth run: The other mariners upon the deck; Or at the steer the coming waves do shun, And then by turns they pump the water out, By pain and care preventing every doubt. S. I. Harrington, The heavens on every side enclosed be, Black storms and fogs are blown up from far, That now the Pilot can no lodestar see, But skies and Seas do make most dreadful war: The billows striving to the heavens to reach, And th'heavens striving them for to impeach. R. Greene. Of the Spring The soot seasons that blood, & bloom forth brings, With green hath clad the hill and eke the vale; The Nightingale with feathers new she sings, The Turtle to her mate hath told her tale: Summer is come, for every spray now springs; The heart hath hung his old head on the pale: The buck in brake his Winter-coate he flings: The fish's fleet with new-repared scale: The Adder all her sloth away she flings: The swift Swallow pursueth the flies small: The busy Bee her honey now she mings: Winter is worn that was the flowers bale. E. of Surrey. The winter's wrath gins to quell, And pleasant Spring appeareth; The grass now 'gins to be refreshed, The Swallow peeps out of her nest, And cloudy welkin cleareth. E. Spenser. Flora now calleth for each flower, And bids make ready Maia's bower, That new is up rise from bed. Idem. The earth late choked with showers, Is now arrayed in green, Her bosom springs with flowers, The air dissolves her teen; The woods are decked with leaves, And trees are clothed gay, And Flora crowned with sheaves, With oaken boughs doth play, The birds upon the trees Do sing with pleasant voices, And chant in their degrees, Their loves and lucky choices. D. Lodge. The tenth of March when Aries received, Dan-Phoebus rays into his horned head. In flowery season of the year, And when the firmament was clear, When Tellus her balls painted were, With issue of disparent cheer; When the usher to the morn did rise, Sleep gave their vituall liberties To Phillis and to Flora's eyes. G. Chapman. The air was calm, the day was clear, loves wanton winds with wooing breath, 'Gan greet the sweetest of the year, The flower forgot his winter's death; The earth revived by the sun, To let in gay attire begun. The leaf allied unto the tree, By help of spring in coat of green, Stole forth my wandering eye to see, The beauties of the summers Queen. D. Lodge. The Winter with his grisly storms no longer dare abide, The pleasant grass with lusty green the earth hath newly died, The trees hath leaves, the boughs do spread, new changed is the year The water brooks are clean sunk down, the pleasant boughs appear, The Spring is come, the goodly nymphs now dance in every place: Thus hath the year most pleasantly of lately changed her face. E. of Surrey. Now each creature joys the other, Passing happy days and hours, One bird reports unto an other, In the fall of silver showers: whilst the earth our common mother, Hath her bosom decked with flowers. Whilst the nearest torch of heaven, with bright rays warms elora's lap, Making nights and days both even. Cheering plants with freshness sap. S. Daniel. Of Winter. The wrathful Winter proching on a pace, with blustering blasts had all ybard the treen, And old Saturnus with his frosty face, with chilling cold had pierced the tender green; The mantles rend wherein enwrapped been; The gladsome groves that now lay overthrown, The Tapers torn, and every tree down blown; The soil that erst so seemly was to seem, was all despoiled of her beauty's hew, And stole fresh flowers (wherewith the summer's Queen Had clad the earth) now Boreas blast down blue, And small fowls flocking in their songs did rue The winter's wrath, wherewith each thing defaced, In woeful wise bewailed the summer past: Hawthorne had lost his motley livery: The naked twigs were shivering all for cold, And dropping down the tears abundantly; Each thing (I thought) with weeping eye me told, The cruel season, bidding me withhold Myself within, for I was gotten out Into the fields, whereas I walked about. M. Sackuille. — When ye count ye free from fear, Comes the breame Winter with chamfered brows, Full of wrinkles and frosty furrows, Shooting his grisly dart, Which cruddles the blood and pricks the heart. Ed. Spenser. januarie. — Now sad Winter welked hath the day, And Phoebus' weary of his yearly task, Yshackled hath his steeds in lowly lay, And taken up his inn in fishes haske. Idem. Autumnus. The wearied nights approached on a pace, With darksome shades which somewhat breedeth care, The sun hath take more near the earth his race. In Libra then his greatest sway he bore, For pardy then the days more colder are, Then fades the green fruit, lively herbs are done, And Winter 'gins to waste that summer won. I. H. Mir. of Mag. Summer. Julie. Now the sun hath reared up his silver footed team, Making his wait between the cup and golden diadem. The rampant lion hunts he fast, with dogs of noisome breath, Whose baleful barking brings in haste, pine, plague, and dreary death. Edm. Spencer. August. That time of year when the enamoured sun, Clad in the richest robes of living fires, Courted the Virgin sign, great nature's nun, which barraines earth, of all that earth desires: ●uen in the month that from Augustus won His sacred name, which unto heaven aspi●es, And on the last of his tentrebled days W. Shakespeare. ●t was the month in which the righteous maid, That for disdain of sinful worlds upbraid, ●ed back to heaven where she was first conceived ●nto her silver bower the sun received, And the hot Syrian dog on him awaiting After the chafed lions cruel baiting, corrupted had the air with noisome breath, And powered on earth, plague, pestilence & dearth. Rob. Greene. ●ow was the month that old Sextilis name changed by the Roman senate's sage degree, And glorying so to innovate the same, ●o have himself new christened did agree, ●oude that Augustus' godfather should be, 〈◊〉 whilst Ceres clad him in a mantle fair Of bearded corn, still quavering with the air. Char. Fitz Jeffrey. julie. What time sleeps Nurse the silent night begun To steal by minutes on the long-lived days, The furious dog-star chase of the sun, Whose scorching breath adds flames unto his rays, At whose approach the angry lion brays, The earth now warmed in her celestial fire, To cool her heat, puts off her rich attire. M. Drayton. Of Morpheus. Morpheus the lively son of deadly sleep, Witness of life to them that living die, A prophet oft, and oft an history; A Poet eke, as humours fly or creep. S. Phil. Sid. He making speedy way through pierced air, And through the world of waters wide and deep, To Morpheus house doth hastily repair, Amid the bowels of the earth full steep, And low where dawning day doth never peep His dwelling is; there Thetis her wet bed Doth ever wash, and Cynthia still doth steep In silver dew her ever-dropping head, while sad night over him her mantle black doth spread Edm. Spencer. Whose double gates he findeth locked fast, The one fair framed of burnished ivory, The other, all with silver overcast, And wakeful dogs before them fa●re do lie. Watching to banish Care, their enemy, who oft is wont to trouble gentle sleep. Idem. Of Neptune. First came great Neptune with his three-forkt mace, That rules the seas, and makes them rise or fall; His dewey locks did drop with brine a pace Under his diadem imperial, And by his side his Queen with coronal, Fair Amphitrite, most divinely fair, whose ivory shoulders were covered all As with a rob, with her own silver hair, And decked with pearls, which the Indian seas for her prepare. Edm. Spencer. Of Proteus. Proteus is shepherd of the Seas of yore, And hath the charge of Neptune's mighty heard An aged Sire, with head all frothy hoar, And sprinkled frost upon his dewy beard. Idem. Of Thetis. Thetis the Mother of the pleasant springs, Grandome of all the rivers in the world, To whom earth's veins a moistening tribute brings, Now with a mad disturbed passion hurled About her cave (the world's great treasure) flings, And with wreathed arms, & long wet hair vncu●l'd, Within herself laments a loss unlost, And moans her wrongs, before her joys be crossed. I. Markham. Of Phoebus. The golden offspring of Latona's pure, And ornament of great Jove's progeny, Phoebus. Edm. Spencer. — days King, God of undaunted verse. G. Chapman. Of Neptune. O Neptune, never like thyself in show, Inconstant, variable, mutable, How dost thou Proteus like thy form renew, O whereto is thy change impurable? Or whereunto art thou bend suitable? Rightly the moon predominateth thee, For thou art all as changeable as she. Ch. Fitz Jeffray. Of Apollo. Sacred Apollo, God of archery, Of Arts, of pleasure, and of poetry, Jove's fair haired son, whose yellow tresses shine, Like curled flames; hurling a most divine And dazzling splendour, in those lesser fires Which from thy guilt beams (when thy Car retires,) Kindle those Tapers that lend eyes to night, O thou that art the landlord of all light, Birdegroome of morning, days eternal King, To whom nine Muses (in a sacred ring) In dances spherical trip hand in hand, Whilst thy seaven-stringed Lute their feet command, whose motion such proportioned measure bears, That to the music dance nine heavenly spheres. Great Delian Priest, we to adore thy name, Have burnt fat thighs of Bulls in hallowed flame, whose savour wrapped in smoke and clouds of fire To thy starspangled palace did aspire. Tho. Dekkar. Of Rome. O thou world's Queen, o town that didst extend Thy conquering arms beyond the Ocean, And througdst thy conquests from the Libyan shore, down to the Scythian swift-foot fearless porters, Thou art debasd, and at this instant yields Thy proud neck to a miserable yoke. Tho. Kyd. Of heat. When Phoebus rose he left his golden weed, And donned attire in deepest pulple died, His sanguine beams about his forehead spread, A sad presage of ill that should betide, ●ith vermile drops at even his tresses bleed ●or shows of future heat from th'Ocean wide. whilst thus he bent 'gainst earth his scorching rays, He burned the flowers, and burned his Clitia dear, The leaves grew wan upon the withered sprays, The grass and growing herbs all parched were. Earth cleft in rifts, in floods their streams decay, The barren clouds with lightning bright appear, And mankind feared lest Clymen's child again Had driven away his Syers ill-guided wain. As from a furnace flew the smoke to skies, Such smoke as that when damned Sodom brent: Within his cave sweet Zephyre silent lies, Still was the air, the rack nor came nor went, But o'er the lands with lukewarm breathing flies The Southern wind, from sun-bright Africa sent, with thick and warm, his interrupted blasts, Upon their bosoms, throats, and faces casts. Nor yet more comfort brought the gloomy night, In her thick shade was burning heat uprold, Her sable mantle was embroidered bright with blazing stars and gliding fires of gold. Nor to refresh sad earth thy thirsty spirit, The niggard moon let fall her May-dewes cold, And dried up the vital moisture was In trees, in plants, in herbs, in flowers, in grass. Ed. Fairefax. Of Thirst. When wells grew dry, the Commons ran in rage And sought out every sink, their thirst t'assuage: And drank with loathsome draft the pools in has● To quench their thirst with ill-contented taste, which poisoned air infect their purest breath, whereby the drinker drank his present death: O wretched folk, who felt so hard a strife, Drink or not drink, both ways must lose their life, For he that drank, and he that did refrain, Had of their enemies both an equal pain: For why? the water vile slew them throughout No less, than did their enemies them about. That wretched town had never a street nor view But Parca's there had framed some fashions new To murder men, or martyr them with fears, As moved the most indurate heart to tears, If so much water in their brains had been As might forbear a drop to wet their eyen. One while he spoke his heart (for thirst) did faint: And life him left, which frustrate his complaint. The soldier brave, (oh hart-breake for to tell) His proper urine drank, thirst to expel: The woeful mother with her spittle fed Her little child half dead in cradle-bed: The Lady with her Lord at point of death, Embracing falls, and yields their latest breath. Thom. Hudson. Of an Assault. — They no less provided are within With rampires, bulwarks, and with doubled dikes: And where their foes to clime do once begin, They push them down with bills, with staves, with pikes. If one be killed, another steppeth in, No man his place for fear of hurt mislikes, Some throw down blocks, some stones, some scalding water, Grieving them much with all, most with the latter, Some throw among them newly slaked Lime, That burneth most, when most it seems to quench, with pots of Brimstone, Pitch and Turpentime, Annoying them with heat, with smoke, & stench. The rest are still employed, and lose no time with wreathed stakes to fortify the Trench: Thus all within are busy, all without, Fortune on both sides standing still in doubt. S. I. Harr. Of an host. Their host with arrows, pikes, and standards stood As bristle-pointed as a thorny wood, Their multitude of men the rivers died, which through the wealthy Juda swift did slide, So that flood Jordan finding dry his bank, For shame he blushed, and down his head he shrank, For woe that he his credit could not keep, To pay one wave for tribute to the deep. Tho. Hudson. Of a Skirmish, Then grew the fight on both sides firm and stable, Both sides defend, both sides alike invade; They cast on both sides darts innumerable Making therewith a dark unpleasing shade, An endless work it were to write the rabble The Christians killed with bow, with bill, with blade. Sometime the sway goeth hither, sometime thither, Like waters driven with doubtful tides and wether: When one is slain, his room another fills, When one is hurt, another takes his place, And he that now an other smites and kills, Falls dead himself within a little space, Great heaps of bodies dead make little hills: The earth itself looks with a bloody face; The green wherewith it erst was stored, Turneth to sanguine and vermilion red. S. I. Harrington. Of Discontent. Disquiet thoughts the minutes of her watch, Forth from her cave the fiend full oft doth fly, To Kings she goes, and troubles them with wars, Setting those high aspiring bonds on fire; That flame from earth unto the seat of Jove: To such as Midas, men that dote on wealth, And rend the bowels of the middle earth For coin; who gape as did fair Danae For showers of gold: there discontent in black, Throws forth the viols of her restless cares, To such as sit at Paphos for relief: And offer Venus many solemn vows, To such as Hymen in his saffron rob, Hath knit a gordian knot of passions, To these, to all, parting the gloomy air, Black discontent doth make her bad repair. R. Greene. Obscure and dark is all the gloomy air, The curtain of the night is overspread; The silent mistress of the lowry sphere, Put on her sable coloured vale and lower, Nor star, nor milk-white circle of the sky, Appears where Discontent doth hold her lodge, She sits shrined in a canopy of clouds, whose massy darkness mazeth every sense, wan is her looks, her cheeks of azure hue, Her hair as Gorgon's foul retorting snakes; Envy the glass, wherein the hag doth gaze, Restless the clock that chimes her fast a sleep. Of Adam's fear after his Transgression. At this sad summons, woeful man resembles, A bearded rush that in a river trembles, His rosy cheeks are changed to earthen hue, His dying body drops an icy dew; His teare-drown'd-eyes a night of clouds bedims, About his ears a burning horror swims, His fainting knees with feebleness are humble, His faltering feet do slide away and stumble; He hath not now his free, bold, stately port, But downward looks in fearful slavish sort; Now nought of Adam doth in Adam rest, He feels his senses pained, his soul oppressed, A confused host of violent passions jar, His flesh and spirit are in continual war. And now no more through conscience of his error: He hears or sees, th'almighty but with terror, And loath he answers (as with tongue distraught) Confessing (thus) his fear, but not his fault. I Sylvester. Of the Vacation. — At such times when Lawyers walk the streets Without long rolls of papers in their hands, When friendly neighbour with his neighbour meets, Without false challenge to each others lands, The counsellor without his client stands: When that large capital lies void and waste Where senators and judges late were placed. Th. Storer. Ceremony. All suddenly a light of twenty hews Broke through the roof, and like rainbow views Amazed Leander; in whose beams came down The goddess ceremony, with a crown Of all the stars, and heaven with her descended Her flaming hair to her bright feet extended, By which, hung all the bench of deities; And in a chain compact of ears and eyes, She led Religion; all her body was Clear and transparent as the purest glass, For she was all presented to the sense, Devotion, order, state, and reverence Her shadows were, society, memory; All which her sight made live, her absence die, A rich disparent pinnacle she wears, Drawn full of circles and strange characters: Her face was changeable to every eye, One way looked ill, an other graciously, Which while men viewed they cheerful were & holy, But looking of, vicious and melancholy; The snaky paths to each observed law, Did policy in her broad bosom draw, One hand a mathematique crystal sways, Which gathering in one line a thousand rays; From her bright eyes confusion burns to death, And all estates of men distinguisheth, By it mortality and comeliness, Themselves in all their sightly figures dress. Her other hand a laurel rod applies, To beat back barbarism and avarice: That followed eating earth and excrement, And humane limbs, and would make proud ascent, To seats of Gods were ceremony slain, The hours and graces bore her glorious train, And all the sweets of our society, Were sphered and treasured in her bounteous eyes. G. Chapman. Of lovers. Who with a maiden voice, and mincing pace, Acquaint looks, curled locks, perfumes, and painted face, Base coward heart, and wanton soft array, Their manhood only by their beard bewray, Are cleanly called, who likeliest greedy goats Brothel from bed to bed; whose Siren notes Enchant chaste Susan's, and like hungry Kite Fly at all game, they lovers are behight. I. Sylvester. Who bear upon their French-sick-backs about, Farms, castles, fees in golden shields cut out, Whose hand had at one Primerorest: One pompous Turney, or on pampering feast. Spends themselves, scraped by the usury and care Of miser parents, liberal counted are. Idem. Who by false bargains and unlawful measures, Robbing the world, have heaped kingly treasures: Who cheat the simple, lend for fifty, fifty Hundred, for hundred are esteemed thrifty. Idem. Renown. A trump more shrill than Triton's on the Sea, The said renown precursour of the train, Did sound (for who rings louder than renown:) He mounted was upon a flying horse, And clothed in falcons feathers to the ground, By his Escochion justly might you guess, He was the herald of Eternity, And pursuivant at arms to might Jove. G. Peele. Of Doubt. — Doubt had a double face, Th'one forward looking, the other backward bend, Therein resembling janus ancient, Which hath in charge the in-gate of the year, And evermore his eyes about him went, As if some proved peril he did fear, Or did misdoubt some ill whose cause did not appear. Ed. Spenser. Of a gun. Vulcan begot me, Minerva me taught, Nature my mother, Craft nourished me year by year, Three bodies are my food, my strength is nought, Anger, Wrath, Wast, and Noise my children dear, Guess friend what I am, and how I am wrought: Monster of sea, or land, or of elsewhere Know and use me, and I may thee defend, And I be thy enemy I may thy life end. S. Th. W. Of an Hargabush, He hath his other weapons strange among A trunk of iron hollow made within, And there he puts powder and pellets in, All closed save a little hole behind, Whereat no sooner taken is the flame, The bullet flies with such a furious wind, As though from clouds a bolt of thunder came: And whatsoever in the way it find, It burns it, breaks it, tears it, spoils the same; No doubt some fiend of hell or devilish wight Devised it, to do mankind a spite. S. I. Harrington, Of an Horse. Round hoofed, short jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostrils wide, High crest, short ears, strait legs, and passing strong▪ Thin main, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide; Look what an horse should have he did not lack Save a proud rider on so proud a back. W. Shakespeare. Among a hundred brave, light, lusty horses, (With curious eye marking their comely forces) He chooseth one for his industrious proof, With round, high, hollow, smooth, brown, jelly hoof, with pasterns short, upright, but yet in mean, Dry sinewy shanks, strong fleshless knees and lean, with hart-like legs, broad breast, and large behind, with body large, smooth flanks, and double chinned: A crested neck bowed like a half bend bow, whereon a long thin curled main doth flow; A firm full tail touching the lowly ground, with dock between two fair fat buttocks drowned; A pricked ear, that rests as little space As his light foot; a lean bare bony face, Thin jowl, and head but of a middling size Full lively flaming, quickly rolling eyes, Great foaming mouth, hot fuming nostril wide, Of chest-nut hair, his forehead starrified; Three milky feet, a feather on his breast, whom seven years old at the next grass he guessed. I. Sylvester. Of a starved man. His sad dull eyes deep sunk in hollow pits, Can not endure the unwonted sun to view, His bare thin cheeks for want of belly-bits, And empty sides deceived of their due, Can make a stony heart his hap to rue; His raw bone arms whose mighty brawny bowers, Were wont to rive steel plates and helmets hew, Were clean consumed, and all his vital parts Decayed, & all his flesh shrunk up like withered flowers. Ed. Spenser. Of the confusion of languages. This said, as soon confusedly did bond, Through all the work, I wot not what strange sound, A jangling noise, not much unlike the rumours Of Bacchus' swains, amid their drunken humours: Some speak between the teeth, some in the nose: Some in the throat their words do ill dispose: Some howl and cry, and some stut and strain, Each hath his gibberish, and all strive in vain. To find again their known beloved tongue, That with their milk they sucked in cradle young: Arise betimes while th'opal-coloured morn, In golden pomp doth May days door adorn; And patiented, hear th'all-differing voices sweet Of painted fingers, that in groves do greet: There love Bon-iours each in his phrase and fashion, From trembling perch, uttering his earnest passion, And so thou mayest conceit what mingle mangle Among this people every where did jangle. Bring me (quoth one) a trowel, quickly, quick, One brings him up a hammer; hue this brick Another bids, and then they cleave a tree: Make fast this rope, and then they let it flee, One calls for planks, another mortar lacks: They bear the first a stone, the last an axe, One would have spikes, and him a spade they gave, Another asks a saw, and gets a siue; Thus crossly crossed, they prate and point in vain, what one hath made, another mars again, Nigh breathless all, with their confused yawling In bootless labour, now gins appawling. I. Sylvester. Of posterity. Daughter of Time, sincere posterity, Always new borne, yet no man knows thy birth, The arbitress of pure sincerity, Yet, changeable, (like Proteus) on the earth, Sometime in plenty, sometime joined with dearth. Always to come, yet always present here, Whom all run after, none come after near. Unpartial judge of all save present state, Truth's Idioma of the things are past, But still pursuing present things with hate, And more injurious at the first than last, Preserving others, while thine own do waste: True treasurer of all antiquity, Whom all desire, yet never o●● could see. Char. Fitz Jeffrey. Descriptions of beauty & parsonage. What tongue can her perfections tell ●n whose each part all pens may dwell? Her hair fine threads of finest gold ●n curled knots, men's thoughts to hold, ●ut that her forehead says, in me, A whiter beauty you may see. whiter indeed: more white than snow which on cold winter's face doth grow: That doth present those even brows, whose equal line their angles bows Like to the moon, when after change Her horned head abroad doth range; And arches be to heavenly lids, whose wink each bold attempt forbids. For the black stars those spheres contain The matchless pair even praise doth stain. No lamp whose light by art is got, No sun which shines and setteth not, Can liken them without all peer Save one as much as other clear, which only thus unhappy be, Because themselves they cannot see. Her cheeks which kindly claret spread, Aurora like new out of bed, Or like the fresh Queen apples side, Blushing at sight of Phoebus' pride. Her nose her chin, pure ivory wears No purer than the pretty ears: So that therein appears some blood Like wine and milk that mingled stood: In whose incircles if ye gaze Your eyes may tread a lovers maze: But with such turns the voice to stray, No talk untaught can find the way, The lip no jewel needs to wear, The lip is jewel of the ear. But who those ruddy lips can miss? which blessed still themselves do kiss, Rubies, cherries, and roses new, ●n worth, in taste, in perfect hue: which never part but that they show Of precious pearls the double row: The second sweetly fenced ward, Her heavenly dewed tongue to guard, whence never word in vain did flow: ●aire under these doth stately grow The handle of this precious work, The neck in which strange graces lurk. ●uch be I think the sumptuous towers ●hich skill doth make in Princes bowers: ●o good a say invites the eye ● little downward to espy The lively clusters of her breasts, ●f Venus' babe the wanton nests. ●ike pommels round of marble clear, ●here azurde veins well mixed appear, ●ith dearest tops of Porphirie betwixt these two away do lie: ●way more worthy beauty's fame, ●hen that which bears the milky name, ●his leads unto the joyous field ●hich only still doth lilies yield, ●t lilies such whose native smell ●he Indian odours doth excel: ●ast it is called, for it doth waste ●ens lives until it be embraced. ●here may one see, and yet not see Her ribs in white all armed be, More white than Neptune's foamy face when struggling, rocks he would embrace. In those delights the wandering thought Might of each side astray be brought, But that her navel doth unite In curious circle, busy sight: A dainty seal of virgin wax, where nothing but impression lacks. Her belly there glad sight doth fill, justly entitled Cupid's hill: A hill most fit for such a master, A spotless Mine of alabaster. Like alabaster fair and sleek, But soft and subtle, satin like: In that sweet sea the boy doth sport, Loath I must leave his chief resort, For such a use the world hath gotten, The best things still must be forgotten. Yet never shall my song omit Her thighs, for Ovid's song more fit, Which flanked with two sugared flanks Lift up their stately swelling banks, That Albion cliffs in whiteness pass, with haunches smooth as looking-glass. But bow all knees, now of her knees My tongue doth tell what fancy sees, The knots of joy, the gems of love, Whose motion makes all graces move: whose bought incaved doth yield such sight, Like cunning painter shadowing white. The gartering place with childlike sign Shows easy print in metal fine: But then again the flesh doth rise In her brave calves, like crystal skies, whose Atlas is a smallest small, More white than whitest bone of all. Thereout steals out that round clean foot, This noble Cedars precious root, In show and sent, pale Violets, Whose step on earth all beauty sets. But back unto her back my Muse, where Leda's swan his feathers mews, Along whose ridge such bones are met Like comfits round in Marchpane set. Her shoulders be like two white doves Perching in square royal rooves, Which leaded are with silver skin Passing the hate-spot Ermelin. And thence those arms derived are, The Phenixe wings are not so rare For faultless length and stainelesse hue; Ah woe is me, my woes renew. Now course doth lead me to her hand, Of my first love the fatal band, where whiteness doth for ever sit, Nature herself enameled it: For there, with strange compact doth lie Warm snow, moist pearl, soft ivory. There fall those sapphire coloured brooks, Which conduit like with curious crooks Sweet islands make in that sweet land. As for he fingers of the hand, The bloody shafts of Cupid's war, with Amathists they headed are. Thus hath each part his beauty's part. But now the Graces do impart To all her limbs a special grace, Becoming every time and place. which doth even beauty beautify, And most bewitch the wretched eye. Now all this is but a fair inn, Of fairest guests which dwell therein: Of whose high praise, and praiseful bliss, Goodness the pen, heaven paper is, The ink immortal fame doth lend. As I began, so must I end: No tongue can her perfections tell, In whose each part all pens may dwell. S. Phil. Sidney. Her face so fair, as flesh it seemed not, But heavenly portrait of bright angel's hue, Clear as the sky, withouten blame or blot, Through goodly mixture of complexions due, And in her cheeks the vermell red did show, Like roses in a bed of lilies shed, The which ambrosial odours from her threw, And gazer's sense with double pleasure fed, Able to heal the sick, and to revive the dead. In her fair eyes two living lamps did flame, Kindled above, at th'heavenly maker's light, And darted fiery beams about the same So passing perceant, and so wondrous bright, That quite bereaved the rash beholder's sight. In them the blinded God his lustful fire To kindle oft assayed but had no might, For with dread majesty and awful ire She broke his wanton shafts & quenched his base desire. Her ivory forehead, full of bounty brave Like a broad table did itself dispread, For love his lofty triumphs to engrave, And write the battles of his great godhead, All good and honour might therein be read, For there their dwelling was. And when she spoke, Sweet words like dropping honey she did shed, And twixt the pearls and Rubies softly broke A silver sound that heavenly music seemed to make. Upon her eyelids many graces sat Under the shadow of her even brows, Working belgards and amorous retrate, And every one her with a grace endowes, And every one with meekness to her bows: So glorious mirror of celestial grace, And sovereign monument of mortal vows, How shall frail pen describe her heavenly face, For fear through want of skill her beauty to disgrace? So fair, and thousand thousand times more fair She seemed, when she presented was to sight, And was clad for heat of scorching air All in a silken Camous, lily white, Purfled upon with many a folded plight: Which all above besprinkled was throughout with golden aygulets that glisteren bright Like twinkling stars: and all the skirt about was hemmed about with golden fringe. Below her ham her weed did somewhat train, And her strait legs most bravely were embaild In gilded Buskins of costly Cordwaine, All bard with golden bends which were entailed with curious antiques, and full fair aumaild. Before they fastened were under her knee In a rich jewel, and therein intrailde The ends of all their knots, that none might see How they within their foldings close enwrapped be: Like two fair Marble pillars they were seen, which do the temple of the Gods support, whom all the people deck with garlands green: Those same with stately grace and princely port She taught to tread when she herself would grace. But with the woody nymphs when she did play, Or when the flying Libbard she did chase, She could then nimbly move, and after fly a pace. Within her hand a sharp boarspear she held, And at her back a bow and quiver gay, Shaft with steele-headed darts, wherewith she quelled The savage beasts in her victorious play: Knit with a golden bauldrick, which forlay Athwart the snowy breast, and did divide Her dainty paps, which like young fruit in May Now little 'gan to swell; and being tied, Through her thin weed their places signified. Her yellow locks crisped, like golden wire, About her shoulders weren loosely shed, And when the wind amongst them did inspire, They waved like a Penon wide despred, And low behind her back were scattered: And whether art it were, or heedless hap, As through the flowering forest rash she fled, In her rude hairs sweet flowers did wrap Such as Diana by the sandy shore Of swift Eurotas, or on Cynthus green; where all the nymphs have her unwares forlorn, wandereth alone, with bows and arrows keen To seek her game: or as that famous Queen Of Amazons, whom Pyrrhus did destroy The day that first of Priam she was seen, Did show herself in great triumphant joy, To secure the weak state of sad-afflicted Troy. Edm. Spencer. Her yellow locks exceed the beaten gold, Her sparkling eyes in heaven a place deserve, Her forehead high and fair, of comely mould: her words are musical, of silver sound, her wit so sharp, as like can scarce be found. Each eyebrow hangs like Iris in the skies, Her eagle's nose is strait, of stately frame, On either cheek a Rose and lily lies, Her breath is sweet perfume, or holy flame: her lips more red than any coral stone, her neck more white than aged Swans that moan. Her breast transparent is, like crystal rock, Her fingers long, fit for Apollo's Lute, Her slipper such as Momus dare not mock, Her virtues are so great, as make me mute. what other parts she hath, I need not say, whose fairest face alone is my decay. Tho. Watson. Like to the clear in highest sphere where all imperious glory shines, Of self same colour is her hair whether unfolded or in twines: Her eyes are sapphires set in snow, Refining heaven by every wink, The Gods do fear when as they glow, And I do tremble when I think. Her cheeks are like the blushing cloud That beautifies Aurora's face, Or like the silver crimson shroud That Phoebus' smiling locks do grace: Her lips are like two budded Roses Whom ranks of lilies neighbour nigh, which with bounds she still encloses, Apt to entice a deity. Her neck is like a stately tower, where love himself in pleasure lies, To watch for glances every hour From her divine and sacred eyes. Her paps are centres of delight, Her paps are rocks of heavenly flame, where Nature moulds the dew of light To feed perfection with the same: With orient pearl, with ruby red, with Marble white, with azure blue, Her body every way is fed, Yet soft in touch, and sweet in view: Nature herself her shape admires, The Gods are wounded in her sight, And love forsakes his heavenly fires, And at her eyes his brands doth light. D. Lodge. She lay and seemed a flood of Diamant Bounded in flesh: as still as Vespers hair When not an Aspen leaf is stirred with air: She lay at length, like an immortal soul At endless rest in blessed Elysium, And then did true felicity enrol So fair a Lady, figure of her kingdom. Now as she lay attired in nakedness His eye did carve him on that feast of feasts, Sweet fields of life which deaths foot dare not press, Flowrd with th'unbroken waves of my loves breasts, See wherewith bend of gold curled into knots. In her heads grove the spring-bird Lameat nests, Her body doth present those fields of peace where souls are feasted with the soul of ease. To prove which paradise that nurseth these, See see the golden rivers that renown it, Rich Gyhon, Tigris, Phison, Euphrates, Two from her bright Pelopian shoulders crown it, And two out of her snowy hills do glide, That with a deluge of delight do drown it: These highest two their precious streams divide To ten pure floods that do the body duty, Bounding themselves in length, but not in beauty. These wind their courses through the painted bowers, And raise such sounds in their inflection As ceaseless start from earth fresh sorts of flowers, And bound that book of life with every section. In these the Muses dare not swim for drowning, Their sweetness poisons with such sweet infection, And leaves the only lookers on them swooning, These forms and colour makes them so to shine, That Gods for them, would cease to be divine. G. Chapman. Her lily hand her rosy cheeks lie under, Cozening the pillow of a lawful kiss, Who therefore angry, seems to part in sunder, Swelling on either side to want his bliss, Between whose hills her head entombed is; Where, like a virtuous monument she lies, To be admired of lewd unhallowed eyes. Without the bed her other fair hand was On the green coverlet, whose perfect white Showed like an April daisy on the grass, with pearly sweat, resembling dew of night; Her eyes like Marigolds had sheathed their light: And canopied in darkness, sweetly lay, Till they might open to adorn the day. Her hair like golden threads, played with her breath, (O modest wantoness, wanton modesty) Showing lives triumph in the Map of death, And deaths dim looks in life's mortality: Each in her sleep themselves so beautify As if between them twain there were no strife, But that life lived in death, and death in life. Her breasts like ivory globes circled with blue, A pair of maiden world's unconquered, Save of their Lord, no bearing yoke they knew, And him by oath they truly honoured: These worlds in Tarquin new ambition bred: who like a foul usurper went about From this fair throne to heave the owner out. W. Shakespeare. Stars fall to fetch fresh light from her rich eyes, Her bright brow drives the sun to clouds beneath, Her hairs reflex, with red streaks paint the skies, Sweet morn and evening dew falls from her breath. T. Nash. Fairer than isaack's lover at the well, Brighter than inside bark of new hewn Cedar, Sweeter than flames of fire-perfumed myrrh, And comelier than the silver clouds that dance On Zephyrus wings before the King of heaven. G. Peele. Her looks were like beams of the morning sun Forth-looking through the windows of the East, When first the fleecy cattle have begun Upon the pearled grass to make their feast: Her thoughts are like the fume of Francensence, Which from a golden Censor forth did rise: And throwing forth sweet odours, mounts from thence In rolling globes up to the vaulted skies: There she beholds with high aspiring thought, The cradle of her own creation: Among the seats of Angels, heavenly wrought, Much like an angel in all form and fashion. S. Daniel. Her locks are plighted like the fleece of wool That Jason with his Grecian mates achieved, As pure as gold, yet not from gold derived, As full of sweets, as sweet of sweets is full: Her brows are pretty tables of conceit, Where love his records of delight doth quote, On them her dallying locks do daily float, As love full oft doth feed upon the bait▪ Her eyes, fair eyes, like to the purest lights That animate the sun, or cheer the day, In whom the shining sunbeams brightly play whilst fancy doth on them divine delights. Her cheeks like ripened lilies steeped in wine, Or fair Pomegranate kernels washed in milk, Or snow-white threads in nets of Crimson silk, Or gorgeous clouds upon the suns decline. Her lips like Roses over-washt with dew, Or like the Purple of Narcissus flower, No frost their fair, no wind doth wrest their power, But by her breath their beauties do renew. Her crystal chin like to the purest mould Enchased with dainties, Daisies soft and white, Where Fairies fair pavilion once is pight, Whereas embrasd his beauties he doth hold. Her neck like to an ivory shining tower, Where through with azure veins sweet Nectar runs, Or like the down of swans, Or like delight that doth itself devour. Her paps are like fair apples in the prime, As round as orient pearls, as soft as down, They never vail their fair through winter's frown, But from these sweets love sucked his summer time: Her body's beauties best esteemed bower, Delicious, comely, dainty, without stain, The thought whereof (not touched) hath wrought my pain. Whose face so fair all beauties doth distain, Her maiden womb the dwelling house of pleasure, Not like, for why no like surpasseth wonder: O blest is he may bring such beauties under, Or search by suit the secrets of that treasure. R. Greene. Like to Diana in her summer weed Girt with a Crimson rob of brightest die goes fair Samela, As fair Aurora in her morning grey, Decked with the ruddy lustre of her love is fair Samela, Like lovely Thetis on a calmed day, When as her brightness Neptune's fancy moves, Shines fair Samela. Her tresses gold, her eyes like glassy streams, Her teeth are pearl, the breasts are ivory of fair Samela. Her cheeks like rosie-lillies yield forth gleams, Her brows bright arches, framed of ebony, thus fair Samela. Passeth fair Venus in her bravest hue, And Juno in the show of majesty, for she is Samela. Pallas in wit, all three if you will view, For beauty wit, and matchless dignity, yields fair Samela. D. Lodge. Their soft young cheeke-balls to the eye, Are of the fresh vermilion die, So lilies out of Scarlet peer, So Roses bloomd in Lady Vere: So shot two wanton stars yfere, In the eternal burning Sphere. G. Chapman. Her eyes like Gemini attend on Jove, Her stately front was figured from above: Her dainty nose of ivory fair and sheen, Bepurfurate with ruddy Roses been. Her cherry lips doth daunt the morning dew, From whence a breath so pleasant doth ensue As that which laid fair Psyche's in the vale, Whom Cupid wooed, and wooed to his avail: Within the compass of which hollow sweet, Those orient ranks of silver pearls do meet, Prefixing like prefixion to the eye, As silver cloud amidst the summers sky, From whence such words in wisdom couched be, As Gods from thence fetch their philosophy. Her dimpled chin of alabaster white, Her stately neck, where nature did acquit Herself so well, as that at sudden sight She wished the work were spent upon herself, Her cunning thus was showed upon the shelf; For in this hand was fancy painted fair▪ In either hand an azure hand she bore. By one, repeating many a sweet consent, By th'other, comfort to the heart she sent: From which a seemly passage there doth flow To stranger's pleasures that are placed below; Like to the furrow Phaeton did leave Amidst the Welkin, when he did receive His father's charge, and set the world on fire. In this fair path oft paced sweet desire, At every turn beholding with delight That marble mount that did affect the sight. Of virgin wax the sweet impression was, The cunning compass thereof did surpass, For art concluding all perfections there, Writ this report, all graces dwelleth here. Which Cupid spying, built his mansion so, As scorning those sweet graces to bestow On mortal man, with bow ybent doth wait Lest Jove should steal impressions by deceit, And wondering at the crisped Comet fair, In thought concludes it meeter for the air Then mortal mould: next with the stately thighs, Like two fair compassed marble pillars rise, Whose white doth stain the dainty driven snow; Next which the knees with lusty bend below conjoined with nerves and cords of Amber sweet, These stately piles with gladsome honour greet: Such stately knees as when they bend alight, All knees do bend and bow with strange delight. Her calves with stranger compass do succeed, In which the azure streams a wonder breed, Both art and nature therein laboured have To paint perfection in her colours brave. Next which, the pretty groundwork of the pile Doth show itself, and wonder doth beguile; The joints whereof combined of Amber sweet, With coral cords yield bend to seemly feet, From which who list to lift his gazing eye, Shall greater cause of wonder soon espy: When on the back he bends his wavering look In which the work and task Diana took when with Arachne for the prize she strove, Both art and nature there excellence have; Where from Pygmalion's image seemly white, whose close conveyance passing Gordians plight, where lovely Nectar, drink for all the Gods, where every Grace is stained there by odds, will not content which gazing look for more, And spy those arms that stand his sight before which for their mould th'Egyptian wonders pass, Which for their beauty stain the crystal glass, which in their bosom cover natures sweet, where blushing streams present a secret meet, will now amazed, conclude at last of this, That in the hands all grace concluded is: where nature limits ever fatal time, where fortune figures pleasure in her prime, whence spread those fingers tipped with ivory, whose touch Medusa's turn may well supply: where to conclude, now all the shepherds deem All grace, all beauty, all perfections seem. D. Lodge. Yet never eye to Cupid's service vowed Beheld a face of such a lovely pride: A Tynsill vale her golden locks did shroud, That strove to cover what it could not hide: The golden sun behind a silver cloud, So streameth out his beams on every side, The marble goddess set at Cnidos naked She seemed; were she unclothed, or that awaked. The gamesome wind among her tresses plays, And curleth up those growing riches short, Her sparefull eye to spread his beams denays, But keeps his shot where Cupid keeps his fort. F. G. She was a woman in her freshest age Of wondrous beauty, and of bounty rare, with goodly grace and comely parsonage That was on earth not easy to compare, Full of great love, but Cupid's wanton snare As hell she hated: chaste in word and will, Her neck and breasts were ever open bare, That aye thereof her babes might suck their fill, The rest was all in yellow robes arrayed still. Edm. Spencer. A shape whose like in wax was hard to frame, Or to express by skill of Painters rare; Her hair was long and yellow to the same, As might with wire of beaten gold compare: Her lovely cheeks with show of modest shame, with Roses and with lilies painted are. Her forehead fair, and full of seemly cheer, As smooth as polished ivory doth appear: Under two arches of most curious fashion Stand two black eyes, that like two clear suns shined. Steady in look, but apt to take compassion, Amid which lights the naked boy and blind Casteth his darts that cause so many a passion, Leaving a sweet and cureless wound behind, From whence the nose in such good sort descended▪ As envy knows not how it may be mended. Under the which, in due and comely space Standeth the mouth, stained with vermilion hue, Two rows of pearls serve in their place, Hence come the courteous words and full of grace That mollify hard hearts and make them new: From hence proceed those smile sweet and nice, That seem to make an earthly paradise. Her breasts as milk, her neck as white as snow, Round was her neck, most plum and large her breast, Two ivory apples seemed there to grow, Tender and smooth, and fittest to be priest, Waving like seas when wind most calm doth blow. Argos himself might not discern the rest, Yet by presumption well it might be guessed That that which was concealed was the best. Her arms due measure of proportion bare, Her fair white hand was to be viewed plain, The fingers long, the joints so curious are As neither knot appeared nor swelling vain, And full to perfect all those features rare, The foot that to be seen doth sole remain, Slender and short, little it was and round, A finer foot might no where well be found. S. I. Harr. Apollo when my mistress first was borne Cut off his locks, and left them on her head, And said, I plant these wires in nature's scorn, Whose lustre shall appear when time is dead: From forth the crystal heaven when she was made, The purity thereof did taint her brow, On which the glistering that sought the shade 'Gan set, and there his glories doth avow. Those eyes, fair eyes, too fair to be described, Were those that erst the Chaos did reform, To whom the heavens their beauties have ascribd, That fashion life in man, in beast, in worm, When first her fair delicious cheeks were wrought, Aurora brought her blush, the moon her white, Both so combined as passed natures thought, Compild those pretty orbs of sweet delight: When love and nature once were proud with play, From forth their lips, her lips their colour drew, On them doth fancy sleep, and every day Doth swallow joy such sweet delights to view. While one while Venus son did seek a bower To sport with Psyche's his desired dear, He chose her chin, and from that happy stowre He never stints in glory to appear. Desires and joys that long had served love, Besought a hold where pretty eyes might woo them, Love made her neck, and for her best behove Hath shut them there where no man can undo them. Once Venus dreamt upon two pretty things, Her thoughts, they were affections chiefest nests, She sucked and sighed, and bathed her in the springs, And when she waked, they were my mistress breasts. Once Cupid sought a hold to couch his kisses, And found the body of my best beloved, Wherein he cloyed the beauty of his blisses, And from that bower can never be removed. The Graces erst when Acidalian springs were wexen dry, perhaps did find her fountain Within the bale of bliss, where Cupid's wings Do shield the Nectar fleeting from the fountain. R. Greene. Her curious locks of gold like Tagus' sands, Her forehead smooth and white as ivory, where glory, state, and bashfulness held hands: Her eyes, one making peace, the other wars, By Venus one, the other ruled by Mars. Her eagle's nose, her scarlet cheek half white, Her teeth of orient pearl, her gracious smile, Her dimpled chin, her breast as clear as light, Her hand like hers whom Titan did beguile. Tho. Watson. Queen virtues cave which some call Stellas face Repaired by nature's chiefest furniture, Hath his forefront of alabaster pure, Gold is the covering of that stately place: The door by which sometimes runs forth her grace, Red Porphirie which lock of pearl makes sure, Whose porches rich which name of cheeks endure, Marble-mixt red and white do interlace. The windows now through which this heavenly gues● Looks on the world, and can find nothing such which dare claim from those sights the name of best, Of touch they are that without touch do touch, which Cupid's self from beauty's mine did draw, Of touch they are, and poor I, am their straw. S. Phil. Sidney. Two suns at once from one fair heaven there shined, Ten branches from two boughs tipped all with roses, Pure locks, more golden than is gold refined, Two pearled rows that nature's pride encloses; Two mounts fair marble, white down, soft & dainty, Full woeful makes my heart, and body fainty. D. Lodge. O she doth teach the torches to burn bright, It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night As a rich jewel in an Ethiopes ear, Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear: So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, As yonder Lady o'er her fellows shows. W. Shakespeare. To make the wondrous power of heaven appear In nothing more than her perfections found, Close to her navel she her mantle wrists, Slacking it upwards, and the folds unwound, Showing Latona's twins, her plenteous breasts: The sun and Cynthia in their triumph robes Of Lady skin more rich than both their globes. G. Chapman. Upon a bed of Roses she was laid, As faint through heat, or dight to pleasant sin, And was arrayed, or rather disaraid All in a vail of silk and silver thin, That hide no whit her alabaster skin, But rather showed more white, if more might be; More subtle web Arachne cannot spin, Nor the fine nets which oft we woven see Of scorched dew, do not in th'air more lightly fly. Her snowy breast was bare to ready spoil Of hungry eyes, which not therewith be filled, And yet through languor of her late sweet toil, Few drops more clear than Nectar forth distilled, That like pure orient pearls adown it thrilled, Frail hearts yet quenched not, like starry light, which sparkling on the silent waves, do seem more bright. Edm. Spen. Her ivory neck, her alabaster breast, Her paps, which like white silken pillows were, For love in soft delight thereon to rest: Her tender sides, her belly white and clear, Which like an Altar did itself uprear, To offer sacrifice divine thereon: Her goodly thighs, whose glory did appear Like a triumphal arch, and thereupon The spoils of Princes hanged, which were in battle won. Idem. — Her sparkling eyes Do lighten forth sweet loves alluring fire, And in her tresses she doth fold the looks Of such as gaze upon her golden hair. Her bashful white, mixed with the morning's red, Luna doth boast upon her lovely cheeks: Her front is beauty's table, where she paints The glories of her gorgeous excellence: Her teeth are shelves of precious Margarite, Richly enclosed with ruddy coral cleeves. R. Greene. My mistress is a paragon, the fairest fair alive, Alcides and Aeacides for fairelesse fair did strive, Her colour fresh as damask rose, her breath as violet, Her body white as ivory, as smooth as polished jet, As soft as down, & were she down, Jove might come down & kiss A love so fresh, so sweet, so white, so smooth, so soft as this. W. Warner. Then cast she off her robe and stood upright, As lightning breaks out of the labouring cloud, Or as the morning heaven casts off her night, Or as that heaven cast off itself, and showed Heavens upper light, to which the brightest day Is but a black and melancholy shroud: Or as when Venus strived for sovereign sway Of choisefull beauty in young Troy's desire, So stood Corinna varnishing her tire. G. Chapman. Herewith she rose, like the autumnal star Fresh burnished in the lofty Ocean flood, That darts his glorious influence more far Than any lamp of bright Olympus' brood: She lifts her lightning arms above her head And stretcheth a Meridian, from her blood That slept awaked in her Elysian bed: Then knit she up, least loosed, her glowing hair Should scorch the centre, and incense the air. Idem. Sweet mouth that send'st a muskie-rosied breath Fountain of Nectar and delightful balm, Eyes clowdy-cleere, smile-frowning, stormie-calme, Whose every glance darts me a living death: Brows, bending quaintly, your round Eben arcs, Smile, that then Venus sooner Mars besets, Locks more than golden, curled in curious knots, where in close ambush wanton Cupid lurks, Grace angellike, fair forehead, smooth and high, Pure white that dim'st the lilies of the vale, Vermilion rose that makest Aurora pale. I. Silvester. Such colour had her face as when the sun Shines in a watery cloud in pleasant spring; And even as when the summer is begun The Nightingales in boughs do sit and sing, So the blind God, whose force can no man shun Sits in her eyes, and thence his darts doth fling: Bathing his wings in her bright crystal streams, And sunning them in her rare beauty's beams. In these he heads his golden-headed dart, In those he cooleth it, and tempereth so, He levels thence at good Obertos' heart, And to the head he draws it in his bow. S. I. Harr. — Olympias beauty was so rare As well might move a man the same to note: Her hair, her cheeks, her eyes, most amorous are, Her nose, her mouth, her shoulders, and her throat, As for her other parts that then were bare, Which she was wont to cover with her coat, Were made in such a mould as might have moved The chaste Hippolytus her to have loved: A man would think them framed by Phidias arts, Their colour and proportion good was such: And unto them her shamefastness imparts A greater grace to that before was much. I cease to praise those other secret parts, Nothing so fit to talk of as to touch: In general, all was as white as milk, As smooth as ivory, and as soft as silk. Had she in valley of Idea been when Pastor Paris hap did so befall To be a judge three goddesses between, She should have got, and they foregone the ball: Had she but once of him been naked seen, For Helena he had not card at all, Nor broke the bonds of sacred hospitality, That bred his country wars and great mortality. Had she but then been in Crotona's town, When Zeuxis for the goddess Junos' sake To paint a picture of most rare renown Did many of the fairest damsels make To stand before him bare from foot to crown, A pattern of their perfect parts to take, No doubt he would have all the rest refused, And her alone in stead of all have choosed. S. I. Harr. Fair is my love for April in her face, Her lovely breasts September claims his part, And lordly July in her eyes hath place, But cold December dwelleth in her heart, Blessed be the months that sets my heart on fire, Accursed that month that hindereth my desire. Like Phoebus' fire, so sparkles both her eyes, As air perfumed with Amber is her breath, Like swelling waves her lovely teats do rise, As earth her heart cold, dateth me to death. In pomp sits mercy seated in her face, Love twixt her breasts his trophies doth imprint, Her eyes shines favour, courtesy, and grace, But touch her heart, oh that is made of flint. R. Greene.. Her hair not trust, but scattered on her brow, Surpassing Hybla's honey for the view, Or softened golden wires. Within these snares first was my heart entrapped, Till through those golden shrouds mine eye did see An ivory shadowed front, wherein was wrapped Those pretty bowers where graces couched be: Next which, her cheeks appeared like Crimson silk, Or ruddy rose bespread in whitest milk. Twixt which, the nose in lovely tenor bends Two traces pretty for a lovers view: Next which her lips like violets commends By true proportion that which doth ensue; Which when they smile, present unto the eyes The ocean's pride, and ivory paradise. Her polished neck of milk, where snows do shine As when the moon in winter night beholds them, Her breast of alabaster clear and fine, whereon two rising apples fair unfold them, Like Cynthia's face when in her full she shineth, And blushing, to her love-mates bower declineth. From whence in length her arms do sweetly spread, Like two rare branchy sapless in the spring, Yielding five lovely sprigs from every head, Proportioned alike in every thing; which featly sprout in length like spring borne friends whose pretty tops, with five sweet roses ends. But why alas should I that marble hide That doth adorn that one and other flank, From whence a mount of quickened snow doth glide, Or else the vail that bounds this milk-white bank, where Venus and her sisters hide the fount, whose lovely Nectar doth all sweets surmount. D. Lodge. Whilst thus she meant unseen away to slide, Her pearls and jewels caused her to be spied, The musk and civet amber as she passed, Long after her a sweet perfume did cast: A Carbuncle on her crystal brow she pight, whose fiery gleams expelled the shady night: Upon her head a silver crisp she pinned, Lose waving on her shoulders with the wind. Gold band her golden hair, her ivory neck, The Rubies rich, and sapphires blue did deck, And at her ear, a pearl of greater value There hung, then that the Egyptian Queen did swallow And through her collar showed her snowy breast, Her utmost rob was colour blew celest, Benetted all with twist of perfect gold, Beseeming well her comely corpse t'enfold. What else she ware, might well be seen upon That Queen who built the towers of Babylon. Her wavering hair disparpling flew apart, In seemly shed, the rest with reckless art, with many a curling ring decord her face, And gave her ghastly brows a greater grace. Two bending bows of Eben coupled right, Two lucent stars that were of heavenly light, Two jetty sparks where Cupid chastened hides His subtle shafts that from his quiver glides: tween those two suns and front of equal size, A comely figure formally did rise, which draft unlevell to her lip descend, where Momus self could nothing discommend. Her pittid cheeks appeared to be depaint with mixed rose and lilies, sweet and saint: Her dulcet mouth with precious breath replete, Excelled the Saben Queen in savour sweet: Her coral lips discovered as it were Two ranks of orient pearls with smile cheer: Her ivory neck, and breast of alabaster, Made heathen men of her more Idolastre. Upon her hand no wrinkled knot was seen, But as each nail of Mother of pearl had been: In short, this Judith was so passing fair, As if the learned Zeuxis had been there And seen this dame when he with pencil drew The Croton dames, to form the picture true Of her for whom both Greece and Asia fought, This only pattern chief he would have sought. Tho. Hudson. Her words were like a stream of honey fleeting, The which doth softly trickle from the hive, Able to melt the hearers heart unwitting, And eke to make the dead again to live: Her deeds were like great clusters of ripe grapes Which load the bunches of the fruitful Vine, Offering to fall into each mouth that gapes, And fill the same with store of timely wine. Her breast two hills o'erspread with purest snow, Sweet, smooth, and supple, soft and gently swelling Between them lies a milky dale below, where love, youth, gladness, whiteness make their dwelling, Her envious vesture greedy sight expelling: So was the wanton clad, as if thus much Should please the eye, the rest unseen they touch: As when the sunbeams dive through Tagus' wave To spy the storehouse of his springing gold, Love piercing thought so through her mantle drove, And in their gentle bosom wandered bold: It viewed the wondrous beauty Virgins have, And all to find desire (with vantage) bold. Alas what hope is left to quench this fire, That kindled is by sight, blown by desire. D. Lodge. Fairer than was the Nymph of Mercury, Who when bright Phoebus mounteth up his coach, And tracks Aurora in her silver steps, And sprinkling from the folding of her lap, White lilies, Roses, and sweet Violets. R. Greene. — Her angel's face As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place, Did never mortal eye behold such heavenly grace. Edm. Spencer. Not that night-wandering pale and watery star, (when yawning dragons draw her thirsting car From Latmus' mount up to the gloomy sky, where crowned with blazing light and majesty She proudly sits) more overrules the flood, Then she the hearts of those that near her stood. Ch. Marlowe. — O Daphne is more fair Than Angels swimming in the fluxivyce air. Can loves rich bedchamber her two bright eyes, Lodge but two guests at once, beauty and Mercy▪ Beauty lies always there, did Mercy too Phoebus were then Daphne should be Transformed into a stately dignity. Th. Dekkar. Her stature comely tall, her gate well graced, and her wit, To marvel at, not meddle with, as matchless I omit: A globe-like head, a gold-like hair, a forehead smooth & hie● An even nose, on either side stood out a grayish eye, Two rosy cheeks, round ruddy lips, white just set teeth within A mouth in mean, & underdeath, a round & dimpled chin: Her snowish neck with bluish veins stood bolt upright upon Her portly shoulders, beating balls her vained breasts anon Add more to beauty: wand-like was her middle, falling still, And rising whereas women rise, imagine nothing ill, And more, her long & limber arms had white and azurd wrist▪ And slender fingers answer to her smooth & lily fists, A leg in print, a pretty foot, conjecture of the rest, For amorous eyes observing form, think parts obscured best W. Warner. See where she issues in her beauty's pomp, As Flora to salute the morning sun: who when she shakes her tresses in the air, rains on the earth dissolved pearl in showers, which with his beams the sun exhales to heaven: She holds the spring and summer in her arms, And every plant puts on his freshest robes To dannce attendance on her princely steps, Springing and fading as she comes and goes. G. Chapman. Her hair was lose, & 'bout her shoulders hung, Upon her brows did Venus naked lie, And in her eyes did all the Graces swim. Her cheeks that showed the temper of the mind, Were beauties mornings where she ever rose, Her lips were loves rich altars where she makes Her heart a never-ceasing sacrifice: Her teeth stood like a rank of Diane's maids when naked in a secret bower they bathe; Her long round neck was Cupid's quiver called, And her sweet words that flew from her, his shafts, Her soft round breasts were his sole travailed Alpes, where snow that thawed with sun did ever lie, Her finger's bounds to her rich deity. Idem. ●n Paradise of late a Dame begun To peep out of her bed with such a grace, As matched the rising of the morning sun, with drops of honey falling from her face, Brighter than Phoebus' fierie-pointed beams, Or icy crust of crystal frozen streams. Her hair like Amber twisted up in gold, Passing the pride or riches of the East, With curious knots were into trammels rolled, As snary nettings for a wandering guest; The feathers decked her with a acquaint disdain Like Junos' bird in pomp of spotted train. Her shining forehead doth suppress the stars, New lightning sparkles from her lovely cheeks, Her piercing sight the stroke of beauty's wars, Wherewith the conquest of the world she seeks: Brave be the darts that from her eyes she throws, When Cupid lurks between her lovely brows, Arabian odours breath out of her talk, Which she between the pearl and Ruby breaketh, So smooth a compass hath her tongue to walk, As makes both heaven & earth blush when she speaketh No singing bird in all the air but dotes, And lay their ears attentive to her notes. Her neck, her shoulders, and her breasts were bare, Diana-like above the water smiling: No snow, ivory, or alabaster there, No statue of white Marble, me beguiling, But the sweet season of the year I found When lilies peep out of the grassy ground. Her other parts unto my view denied, Much like the lamp that burned at Psyche's bed, Made such a fire into my heart to glide That love awaked, and my body bled: O had she not so great a force to please, Desire had slept, and I had lived at ease. S. G. Astronomers the heavens do divide Into eight houses, where the Gods remain, All which in thy perfections do abide, For in thy feet the Queen of silence reigns, About thy waist Jove's messenger doth dwell, Enchanting me, as I thereat admire, And on thy dugs the Queen of love doth tell Her godheads power in scrolls of my desire: Thy beauty is the world's eternal sun, Thy favours force a coward's heart to dares, And in thy hairs, Jove and his riches won, Thy frowns hold Saturn, thine eyes the fixed stars. H. C. What length of verse brave Mopsus good to show? ●hose virtues strange, & beauties such, as no man may them know. Thus shrewdly burdened them, how can my Muse escape? The gods must help, & precious things must serve to show her shape Like great god Saturn fair, & like fair Venus chaste, As smooth as Pan as Juno mild, like goddess Iris graced, With Cupid she foresees, and goes god's Vulcan's pace, And for a taste of all these gifts, she steals god Momus grace Her forehead jacinth like, her cheeks of opal hue, Her twinkling eyes bedecked with pearl, her lips as sapphires blue, Her hair like crapal stone, her mouth o heavenly wide, Her skin like burnished gold, her hands like siluer-ore untried: As for her parts unknown, which hidden sure are best, Happy be they which will believe, and never seek the rest. S. Phil. Sidney. O words which fall like summer dew on me, O breath more sweet than is the growing bean, O tongue in which all honnied liquors be, O voice that doth the Thrush in shrillness stain, Gay hair, more gay than straw when harvest lies, Lips red and plum, as cherries ruddy side, Eyes fair and great, like fair great ox's eyes, O breasts in which two white sheep swell in pride. But thou white skin, as white as curds well priest, So smooth as Sleeke-stone like, it smooths each part, And thou dear flesh, as soft as wool new dressed, And yet as hard as brawn made hard by art. S. Phil. Sidney. Poetical comparisons. Beauty. As that fair star the messenger of morn His dewy face out of the sea doth rear, Or as the Cyprian goddess newly borne Of the ocean's fruitful froth did first appear, Such seemed they, and so their yellow hair, Crystalline humour dropped down apace. Edm. Spencer. As when fair Cynthia in a darksome night Is in a noyous cloud enuoloped, where she may find the substance thin and light, Breaks forth her silver beams, and her bright head Discovers to the world discomfited: Of the poor travailer that went astray, with thousand blessings she is hurried, Such was the beauty and the shining ray With which fair Britomart gave light unto the day. Idem. Look how the crown which Ariadne wore Upon her ivory forehead that same day That Theseus her unto his bridal bore, when the bold centaurs made that bloody fray with the fierce Lapiths that did them dismay, Being now placed in the firmament, Through the bright heaven doth her beams display, And is unto the stars an ornament which round about her move in order excellent, Such was the beauty of this goodly band. Idem. Even as a stage set forth with pomp and pride, Where men do cunning and their art bestow, When curtains be removed that all did hide, Maketh by light of torch a glistering show: Or as the sun that in a cloud did bide, when that is gone, doth clearer seem to grow: So Bradamant when as her head was barest, Her colour and her bea●●●e seemed rarest. S. I. Harr. transl. As when fair Ver dight in her flowery rail, In her new coloured livery decks the earth, And glorious Titan spreads his sunshine vail To bring to pass her tender infant's birth: Such was her beauty which I then possessed, With whose embracings all my youth was blest. M. Drayton. Look how a Comet at the first appearing Draws all men's eyes with wonder to behold it, Or as the saddest tale at sudden hearing, ●lakes silent listening unto him that told it, So did the blazing of my blush appear, To maze the world, that holds such sights so dear. S. Daniel. Even as when gaudy nymphs pursue the chase, wretched Ixion's shaggy-footed race Incensed with savage heat gallop a main From steeppine-bearing mountains to the plain, So ran the people forth to gaze upon her, And all that viewed her, were enamoured on her. C. Marlowe. Like as an horse when he is barded hail, And feathered pannache set upon his head, Will make him seem more brave for to assail The enemy, he that the troup dois lead, And pannach on his helm will set indeid: Even so had nature to decore her face, Given her one top for to augment her grace. Rex. Sco. Like as a Taper burning in the dark, (As if it threatened every watchful eye That burning views it) makes that eye his mark, And hurls gild darts at it continually: Or as it envy any eye but it Should see in darkness: so my mistress beauty, From forth her secret stand my heart doth hit, And like the dart of Shafalus doth kill Her perfect lover, though she mean no ill. G. Chapman. Now as when heaven is muffled with the vapours, His long since just divorced wife the earth In envy breaths, to mask his spurry tapers From the unrich abundance of her birth, When strait the Western issue of the air Beats with his floury wings those brats of dearth, And gives Olympus leave to show his fair, So fled the offended shadows of her cheer, And showed her pleasant countenance full as clear. Idem. Dalliance. Even as an empty Eagle sharp by fast, Tires with her beak on feather, flesh and bone, Shaking her wings, devouring all in haste, Till either gorge be stuffed, or pray be gone, Even so she kissed his brow, his cheek, his chin, And where she ends, she doth anew begin. W. Shakespeare. — Look how close the ivy doth embrace The tree or branch about the which it grows, So close the lovers couched in that place, Each drawing in the breath the other blows: But how great joys they found that little space, Well we may guess, but none for certain knows, Such was their sport, so well their leer they couth, That oft they had two tongues within one mouth. S. I. Harr. Like as the wanton ivy with his twine, When as the oak his rootless body warms, The straightest saplings strictly do combine, Clipping the wood with his lascivious arms: Such our embraces when our sport gins, Leapt in our arms like Leda's lovely twins. M. Drayton. Even as fair Castor when a calm gins, Beholding then his starry-tressed brother, With mirth and glee these swan-begotten twins, Presaging joy the one embrace the other: Thus one the other in our arms we fold, Our breasts for joy our hearts could scarcely hold. Idem. — As when Jove at once from East to West Cast off two Eagles to discern the fight Of this world's centre, both his birds joined breast In Cynthian Delphos, since earth's navel height: So casting off my ceaseless thoughts to see My hearts true centre, all do meet in thee. G. Chapman. Like as a well-tunde Lute that's touched with skill In musics language sweetly speaking plain, When every string itself with sound doth fill, Taking their times, and giving them again, A diapazon heard in every strain; So their affections set in keys so like, Still fall in consort as their humours strike. M. Drayton. Sorrow. A down his cheeks the tears so flows As doth the stream of many springs: So thunder rends the clouds in twain, And makes a passage for the rain. M. Roydon. As through an arch the violent roaring tide Outruns the eye that doth behold his haste, Yet in the Edie boundeth in his pride Back to the strait that forced him so fast, In rage sent out, recalled in rage being past: Even so his sighs, his sorrows make a saw, To push grief on, and back the same grief draw. W. Shakespeare. — The storm so rumbled in her breast As Aeolus could never roar the like, And showers down reigned from her eyes so fast That all bedrent the place, till at the last Well eased they the dolour of the mind, As rage's of rain doth suage the stormy wind. M. Sackuile. As in September when our year resigns The glorious sun unto the watery signs, which through the clouds looks on the earth in scorn, The little bird yet to salute the morn Upon the naked branches sets her foot, The leaves now lying on the mossy root: And there a silly chiriping doth keep, As though she feign would sing, yet feign would weep, Praising fair summer that too soon is gone, Or mourning winter, too fast coming on, In this sad plight I mourn for thy return. M. Drayton. As when the fatal bird of augury Seeing a stormy dismal cloud arise within the South, foretells with piteous cry The weeping tempest that on sudden hies, So the poor soul, in view of his disdain, Began to descant on her future pain. D. Lodge. All like as Hecuba fell raging mad, with grief of mind and sorrow sore oppressed, To see her Polydorus little lad By fraud of his kinsman unkind distressed, So raved Olympia fair. J. Harrington. The raging pang remained still within, That would have burst out all at once so fast, Even so we see the water tarry in A bottle little mouthed and big in waist, That though you topsie-turnie turn the brim, The liquor bides behind with too much haste, And with the striving oft is in such taking, As scant a man may yet it out with shaking. Idem. Sorrow. As one that saw in April or in May A pleasant garden full of fragrant flowers, Then when the earth new clad in garments gay Decks every wood and grove with pleasant bowers, Coming again on some December's day, And sees it marred with winter's storms and showers, So did the Court to Bradamant appear, When as she saw Rogero was not there. I. Harr. As gorgeous Phoebus in his first uprise, Discovering now his scarlet-coloured head, By troublous motions of the lowering skies, His glorious beams with fogs are overspread So are his cheerful brows eclipsed with sorrow, which cloud the shine of his youths smiling morrow M. Drayton. Like as when Phoebus darting forth his rays, glideth along the swelling Ocean streams, And whilst one billow with another plays Reflecteth back his bright translucent beams: Such was the conflict then betwixt our eyes▪ Sending forth looks as tears do fall and rise. Idem. Like to a vessel with a narrow vent, Which is filled up with liquor to the top, Although the mouth be after downward bend, Yet is it seen not to distill a drop; Even thus our breast brimful with pensive care, Stopping our tongues, with grief we silent are. Idem. As the high elm (when his dear Vine hath twinned Fast in her hundred arms and holds embraced) Bears down to earth his spouse and darling kind If storm or cruel steel the tree down cast, And her full grapes to nought doth bruise and grind, Spoils his own leaves, faints, withers, dies at last, And seems to mourn and die, not for his own, But for the death of her that lies o'erthrown: So fell he mourning▪ mourning for the dame Whom life and death had made for ever his. E. Fairefax. As when a foggy mist hath overcast The face of heaven, and the clear air engrossed, The world in darkness dwells, till that at last The watery southwind from the Sea-bord coast Up blowing doth disperse the vapours lost, And powers itself forth in a stormy shower: So the fair Britomart having disclost Her cloudy care into a wrathful stowre, The midst of grief dissolved into vengeance power. Edm. Spen. — As a stroke given on the righter eye Offends the left, even so by sympathy Her husband's dolours made her heart unglad, And judith's sorrows made her husband sad. T. Hudson. Dissimulation. As when a weary travailer that strays By muddy shore of broad seaven-mouthed Nile, Unwitting of the perilous wandering ways Doth meet a cruel crafty Crocodile, which in false grief hiding his harmful guile, Doth weep full sore, and sheddeth tender tears: The foolish man that pities all the while His mournful plight, is swallowed up unwares, Forgetful of his own that minds another's cares: So wept Duessa until eventide. Edm. Spencer. As cunning singers ere they strain on high In loud melodious tunes their gentle voice, Prepare the hearer's ears to harmony With feign sweet, low notes, and warbles choice: So she, not having yet forgot perdie Her wont shifts and sleights in Cupid's toys, A sequence first of sighs and sobs forth cast, To breed compassion dear, than spoke at last. Ed. Fairefax. As guileful Goldsmith that by secret skill with golden foil doth finely overspread Some base mettle, which commend he will Unto the vulgar for good gold indeed, He much more goodly gloss thereon doth shed To hide his falsehood, then if it were true: So hard this idol was to be ar, That Florimell herself in all men's view She seemed to pass, so forged things do fairest show, Edm. Spencer. As when two suns appear in th'azure sky, Mounted in Phoebus' Chariot fiery bright, Both darting forth fair beams to each man's eye, And both adorned with lamps of flaming light: All that behold so strange prodigious sight, Nor natures work them guess, nor what to ween, Are rapt with wonder, and with rare affright, So stood Sir Marinell when he had seen The semblance of this false by this fair beauty's Queen. Idem. love. As men tormented with a burning fever Dream that with drink they suage their grievous thirst, But when they wake they feel their thirst persever, And to be greater than it was at first: So she whose thoughts from love sleep could not sever, Dreamt of that thing for which she wake did thirst: But waking, felt and found it as before, Her hope still less, and her desire still more. S. I. Harr. The man that dwells far North hath seldom harm With blast of winter's wind or nipping frost: The Negro seldom feels himself too warm, If he abide within his native coast: So love in me a second nature is, And custom makes me think my woes are bliss. Tho. Watson. The harpy birds that did in such despite Grieve and annoy old Phineus so sore, Were chased away by Calais in fight, And by his brother Zeth for evermore: who followed until they heard on high, A voice that said; ye twins no farther fly. Phineus I am that so tormented was, My Laura here I may a harpy name, My thoughts and lusts be sons to Boreas, Which never ceased in following my dame, Till heavenly grace said unto me at last, Leave fond delights, and say thy love is past. Idem. All as the greedy fisher lays his hooks Alongst the coast to catch some mighty fish, More for his gain, then wholesome for the dish Of him that buys: even so these sister's brave, Have lovers more than honest maidens have▪ Tho. Hudson. — As when mighty Macedon had won The monarchy of earth, yet when he fainted, Grieved that no greater action could be done, And that there no more worlds was to subdue, So loves defects, loves conqueror did rue. Edm. Spencer. Look as the fair and fiery-pointed sun Rushing from forth a cloud bereaves our sight, Even so the curtain drawn, his eyes begun To wink, being blinded with a greater light. W. Shakespeare. Like as in fury of a dreadful fight, Their fellows being slain, or put to flight, Poor soldiers stand with fear of death dead strooken, So at her presence all surprised and token, Await the sentence of her scornful eyes; He whom she favours lives, the other dies. C. Marlowe. Fear. Like as a hind forth singled from the heard That hath escaped from a ravenous beast, Yet flies away, of her own feet afraid, And every leaf that shaketh with the least Murmur of winds, her terror hath increased, So fled fair Florimell from her vain fear. Edm. Spencer. — He shakes aloft his Roman blade, Which like a Faulchon towering in the skies Coucheth the foul below with his wings shade, Whose crooked beak threats, if he mount, he dies: So under his insulting falchion lies Harmless Lucretia, marking what he tells, With trembling fear, as foul hears falcon's bells. W. Shakespeare. As the poor frighted deer that stands at gaze, Wildly determining which way to fly, Or one encompassed with a winding maze, That cannot tread the way out readily, So with herself she grows in mutiny To live or die which of the twain were better, When life is shamed, and deaths reproaches better. Idem. Like as the snail, whose horns being once hit, Shrinks backward in his shelly cave with pain, And there all smoothred up in shade doth sit, Long after fearing to creep forth again: So at his bloody view her eyes are fled Into the deep dark cabins of her head. Idem. As in the night each little fiery spark May plainly be discerned with our eyen, But when the day doth come we then shall mark That all are dampt and do no longer shine: So kindles fear in mind which doubt made dark, Until my sun in my Horizon shine. S. I. Harr. So great a terror in their mind was bred That strait as if with spirits they had been scared, This way and that, confusedly they fled, And left the gates without defence or guard: As tumults often are at stage plays bred, When false reports of sudden fits are heard: Or when the overladen seats do crack, One tumbling down upon another's back. Idem. Like as in time of Spring the water's warm, And crowding frogs like fishes there do swarm, But with the smallest stone that you can cast To stir the stream, their crowding stays as fast: So while Judea was in joyful days, The constancy of them was worthy praise, For that in every purpose ye should hear The praise of God resounding every where: So that like burning candles they did shine, Among their faithful flock, like men divine, But look how soon they heard of Holoferne, Their courage quailed, and they began to derne. T. Hudson. Of Flight. Look how a purple flower doth fade and die That painful ploughman cutteth up with share, Or as the Poppies head aside doth lie When it the body can no longer bear: So did the noble Dardanello die, And with his death filled all his men with fear: As waters run abroad that break their bay So fled his soldiers, breaking their array. S. I. Harr. As the swift Vre by volga's rolling flood Chased through the plain the mastiff curs toforne, Flies to the succour of some neighbour wood, And often turns again his dreadful horn Against the dogs, imbrued in sweat and blood That bite not till the beast to flight return: Or as the moors at their strange tennis run Defenst, the flying balls unhurt to shun, So ran Clorinda, so her foes pursued. Ed. Fairefax. Like as a lion whose imperial power A proud rebellious unicorn defies, To avoid the rash assault and wrathful stowre Of his fierce foe, him for a tree applies, And when in running in full course he spies, He slips aside, the whilst that furious beast His precious horn sought of his enemies Strikes in the stock, ne thence can be released, But to the mighty victor yields a bounteous feast, With such fair flight him Guion often foiled. Edm. Spencer. Error. As when old father Nilus 'gins to swell With timely pride above th'Egyptian vale, His fatty waves do fertile shine out well, And overflow each plain, and lowly dale, But when his later ebb 'gins to avail, Huge heaps of mud he leaves, wherein there breed Ten thousand kind of creatures, partly male, And partly female, of his fruitful seed, Such ugly monstrous shapes elsewhere may no man re● Ed. Spen. compared to Errors vomit. Of Rage. As savage Bull whom two fierce mastiffs bait, When rancour doth with rage him once ingore, Forgets with wary ward them to await But with his dreadful horns them drives afore, Or flings aloft, or treads down in the floor, Breathing out wrath, and bellowing disdain, That all the forest quakes to hear him roar, So raged Prince Arthur twixt his foe-men twain, That neither could his mighty puissance sustain. Edm Spen. Look what a noise an heard of savage swine Do make, when as the wolf a pig doth take That doth in all their hear cry and whine, Flocking about as nature hath them taught: So do these soldiers murmur and repine To see their captain thus to mischief brought: And with great fury they do set upon him, All with one voice, still crying on him, on him. I. Harr. As when within the soft and spongy soil The wind doth pierce the entrails of the earth, Where hurly bu●ly with a restless coil, Shakes all the centre, wanting issue forth, Tell with the tumour towns & mountains tremble, Even such a meteor doth their rage resemble. M. Drayton. As when a Comet far and wide descried In scorn of Phoebus' midst bright heaven doth shine, And tidings sad of death and mischief brings, So shond the Pagan in bright armour clad, And rolled his eyes. Ed. Fairefax. Like as a Bull when pricked with jealousy, He spies the rival of his hot desire, Through all the fields doth bellow, roar, and cry, And with his thundering voice augments his ire: And threatening battle to the empty sky, Tears with his horn each plant, each bush, each brier, And with his foot casts up his hand on height, Defying his strong foe to deadly fight, Such was the Pagans fury, such his cry. Idem. Like as a goshawk that in foot doth bear A trembling Culuer, having spied on hight An Eagle that with plumy wings doth shear The subtle air, stooping with all his might The quarry throws to ground with fell despite, And to the battle doth herself prepare: So ran the giantess unto the fight; Her fiery eyes with furious sparks did stare, And with blasphemous bans, high God in pieces tar● Edm. Spencer. As lions meet, or Bulls in pastures green With teeth and horns, and stain with blood the field, Such eager fight these warriors was between, And either's spear had pierced the others shield. I. Harr. Like as with equal rage, and equal might Two adverse winds combat with billows proud, And neither yield, seas, skies maintain like fight, Wave against wave opposed, and cloud to cloud, So war both sides with obstinate despite, With like revenge, and neither party bowed, Fronting each other with confounding blows, No wound one sword unto the other owes. Sam. Daniel. With equal rage as when the Southerne-winde Meeteth in battle through the Northern blast, The sea and air to weather is resigned But cloud 'gainst cloud, & wave 'gainst wave they passed: So from this skirmish neither part declind, But fought it out, and keeps their footings fast, And oft with furious shock together rush, And shield 'gainst shield, & helm 'gainst helm they crush. Ed. Fairefax. transl. Such was their fury as when Boreas tears The shattered crags from Taurus' Northern cleft, Upon their helms their lances long they broke, And up to heaven flew splinters, sparks, & smoke. Idem. As when two tigers pricked with hunger's rage Have by good fortune found some beasts fresh spoil, On which they ween their famine to assuage, And gain a feastful guerdon of their toil, Both falling out, do stir up strifefull broil, And cruel battle twixt themselves do make, Whilst neither lets the other touch the soil But either sdeignes with other to partake, So cruelly those Knights strove for that Lady's sake. Edm. Spencer. From out his fearful eyes two fiery beams More sharp than points of needles did proceed, Shooting forth far away two flaming streams Full of sad power that poisonous bait did breed To all that within looked without good heed, And secretly his enemies did slay: Like as the basilisk of serpent's seed From painful eyes close venom doth convey Into the looker's heart, and killeth far away. Idem. As when a Dolphin and a Sele are met In the wide champion of the Ocean plain, With cruel chafe their courages they whet, The maisterdome of each by force to gain, And dreadful battle twixt them do deraign: They snuff, they snort, they bounce, they rage, they roar That all the Sea disturbed with their train Doth fry with foam above the surges hoar, Such was betwixt these two the troublesome uproar. Ed. Spencer. As when the fiery mounted steeds which drew The suns bright wain, to Phactons' decay, Soon as they did the monstrous Scorpions view With ugly crapples crawling in their way, The sight thereof did them so sore affray, That their well known courses they forewent: And leading the ever-burning lamp astray, This lower world nigh all to ashes brent, And left their scorched path yet in the firmament: Such was the fury of these headstrong steeds, Soon as the infants sunlike shield they saw. Idem. Like as the cursed son of Theseus, That following his chase in dewy morn, To fly his stepdame's love outrageous, Of his own steeds was all to pieces torn, And his fair limbs left in the woods forlorn, That for his sake Diana did lament, And all the woody nymphs did wail and mourn: So was the sultan rapt and all to rend, That of his shape appeared no little monument. Idem. Like raging Juno, when with knife in hand She threw her husband's murdered infant out, Or fell Medea when on Colchicke strand Her brother's bones she scattered round about, Or as that madding mother 'mongst the rout Of Bacchus' priests, her own dear flesh did tear: Yet neither Juno nor Medea stout, Nor all the Menades so furious were, As this bold woman when she saw the damsel there. Idem. As the heat hidden in a watery cloud, Striving for issue with strange murmurs loud, Like guns astuns, with round-round-rumbling thunder, Filling the air with noise, the earth with wonder, So the three sisters, the three hideous rages, Raise thousand storms, leaving th'infernal stages. I. Silvester. Pity. Courtesy. She piteous nurse applied her painful thought To serve and nourish them that her up-brought; Like to the grateful stork, that gathereth meat, And brings it to her elders for to eat. And on a fir-tree high, with Boreas blown Gives life to those of whom she had her own. Th. Hudson. As the bright sun what time his fiery team Toward the Western brim gins to draw, Gins to abate the brightness of his beam, And fervour of his flames somewhat adaw, So did this mighty Lady when she saw Those two strange Knights such homage to her make, Bate somewhat of her majesty and awe That whilom wont to do so many quake, And with more mild aspect those two to entertake. Edm. Spen. As when the Southern wind with lukewarm blast Breathing on hills where winter long had dwelled Dissolves the rocks of Ice that hung so fast, And all the new made mounts of snow doth melt: So with this gentle prayer, though spoke in haste, The damsel such an inward motion felt That suddenly her armed heart did soften, As unto womenkind it chanceth often. S. I. Harr. Like as the wind stopped by some wood or hill Grows strong & fierce, tears bows & trees in twain, But with mild blasts more temperate gentle still Against the rocks as sea-waves murmur shrill But silent pass amid the open main: Rinaldo so when none his force withstood, Asswagde his fury, calmed his angry mood. Idem. Courage. As when two rams stirred with ambitious pride Fight for the rule of the rich-fleeced flock, Their horned fronts so fierce on either side Do meet, that with the terror of the shock Astonished, both stand senseless as a block Forgetful of the hanging victory: So stood these twain unmoved as a rock, Both staring fierce, and holding ielely The broken relics of their former cruelty. Edm. Spencer. Above the waves as Neptune lift his eyes To chide the winds that Trojan ships oppressed, And with his countenance calmed seas, winds & skies, So looked Rinaldo when he shook his crest. S. I. Harr. When the air is calm and still, as dead and deaf, And under heaven quakes not an Aspen leaf, When seas are calm, and thousand vessels fleet Upon the sleeping seas with passage sweet, And when the variant wind is still and loon The cunning Pilot never can be known; But when the cruel storm doth threat the bark To drown in deeps of pits infernal dark, While tossing tears both rudder, mast and sail, While mounting, seems the azure skies to scale, While drives perforce upon some deadly shore, There is the Pilot known, and not before. Th. Hudson. As a tall ship tossed in troubled seas, Whom raging winds threatening to make their prey Of the rough rocks do diversly disease Meets two contrary billows by the way That her on either side doth sore assay, And boast to swallow her in greedy grave; She scorning both their spites, doth make wide way, And with her breast breaking the foamy wave, Doth ride on both their backs, and fair herself doth save, So boldly he him bears. Ed. Spen. As when a ship that flies far under sail A hidden rock escaped hath unwares, That lay in wait her wrack for to bewail, The Mariner yet half amazed stars At peril past, and yet in doubt, ne dares To joy at his foolhardy oversight: So doubly is distressed twixt joy and fears The dreadless courage of this Elsin Knight. Edm. Spen. Majesty. Pomp. Look as great Cynthia in her silver Car Rides in her progress round about her sphere, Whose tendance is the fair eye-dazeling stars Trooping about her Chariot, that with clear And glorious shows makes every eye delight To gaze upon the beauty of the night, Clad and attended with the world's delight, So is the Queen in majesty brought forth. Chr. Middleton. Like trident-maced Neptune in his pride, Mounted upon a Dolphin in a storm, Upon the tossing billows forth doth ride, About whose train a thousand Tritons swarm: When Phoebus seems to set the waves on fire, To show his glory, and the god's desire: Or like unto the fiery-faced sun, Upon his waggon prancing in the West, Whose blushing cheeks with flames seem overrun Whilst sweeting thus he gallops to his rest: Such was the glory wherein now I stood, Which makes the Barons sweat their dearest blood. M. Drayton. As stately Thames enriched with many a flood And goodly rivers that have made their graves And buried both their names and all their good within his greatness to augment his waves, Glides on with pomp of waters unwithstood Unto the Ocean, which his tribute craves, And lays up all his wealth within that power, which in itself all greatness doth devour: So flocked the mighty with their following train Unto the all-receaving Bullenbrooke. S. Daniel. Then thou on thine imperial Chariot set Crowned with a rich imperled Coronet, Whilst the Parisian dames as thy train past Their precious incense in abundance cast: As Cynthia from the wave-embateled shrouds Opening the west, comes streming through the clouds, With shining troops of siluer-tresled stars Attending on her as her torchbearers, And all the lesser lights about her throne, With admiration stand as lookers on, Whilst she alone in height of all her pride The Queen of light along her sphere doth glide. M. Drayton. Civil wars. Even like to Rhine which in his birth oppressed Strangled almost with rocks and mighty hills, Works out away to come to better rest, Wars with the mountains, strives against their wills, Brings forth his streams in unity professed Into the quiet bed he proudly fills, Carrying the greatness which he cannot keep, Unto his death and burial in the deep: So did the world's proud Mistress Rome at first Strive with an hard beginning, ward with need, Forcing her strong confiners to the worst, And in her blood her greatness first did breed: So Spain at home with moors ere forth it burst, Did practise long, and in itself did bleed: So did our state begin with her own wounds To try her strength, ere it enlarged her bounds. Sam. Daniel. Like as an exhalation hot and dry Amongst the ayre-bred moisty vapours thrown Spetteth his lightning forth courageously, Renting the thick clouds with a thunder-stone, As though the huge all-covering heaven did groan, Such is the garboil of this conflict then, Brave Englishmen encountering Englishmen. M. Drayton. Like as a cloud foul, dark and ugly black, Threatening the earth with tempest every hour, Now broken with a fearful thunder-crack, Strait poureth down his deep earth-drenching shower, Thus for their wrongs now rise they up in arms, Or to revenge, or to amend their harms. Idem. Death. Then down he tumbled like an aged tree, High growing on the top of rocky cleft, Whose heartstrings with keen steel nigh hewn be, The mighty trunk half rend with ragged rift, Doth roll adown the rocks, & falls with fearful drift. Edm. Spencer. Or as a Castle reared high and round, By subtle engines and malicious slight Is undermined from the lowest ground, And her foundations forced and feebled quite, At last down falls, and with her heaped height Her hasty ruin doth more heavy make, And yields itself unto the victor's might, Such was this Giants fall. Idem. As when two billows in the Irish sounds Forcibly driven with contrary tides Do meet together, each aback rebounds With roaring rage, and dashing on all sides That filleth all the sea with foam, divides The doubtful current into divers waves, So fell these two in spite of both their prides. Idem. Hope. Like as through Tagus' fair transparent streams The wandering merchant sees the sandy gold, Or like as Cynthia's half obscured beams In silent night the Pilot doth behold Through misty clouds, and vapours manifold, So through a mirror of my hoped for gain, I saw the treasure which I should obtain. ●h. Storer. Like as the sun at one self time is felt With heat to harden clay, and wax doth melt, So Amrams sacred son in these projects, Made one self 'cause have two contrary effects; For Isaac humbly knew their Lord divine, But Pharo more and more did still repine; Like to the corpslet old, the more 'tis bet with hammer hard, more hardness it doth get. Th. Hudson. This ill presage advisedly she marketh, Even as the wind is hushed before it raineth, Or as the wolf doth grin before he barketh, Or as the berry breaks before it staineth, Or like the deadly bullet of a gun, His meaning struck her ere his words begun. W. Shakespeare. Astonishment. Like as the tiler of the fruitful ground with sudden storm and tempest is astonished▪ who sees the flash, and hears the thunder's sound, And for their masters sake the cattle punished: Or when by hap a fair old Pine he found By force of raging wind his leaves diminished: So stood amazed the Pagan in that place, His Lady present at that woeful case. I. Harrington. Even as a wolf by pinching famine led That in the field a carrion beast doth find, On which before the dogs and ravens have fed, And nothing left but bones and horns behind, Stands still and gazeth on the carcase dead: So at this sight the Pagan Prince repined, And curseth oft, and calls himself a beast, For coming tardy to so rich a feast. Idem. Like to a man who walking in the grass Upon a Serpent suddenly doth tread, Plucks back his foot, and turns away his face, His colour fading pale, as he were dead: Thus he the place▪ thus he the act doth shun, Loathing to see what he before had done. M. Drayton. Look how the God of wisdom marbled stands Bestowing laurel wreaths of dignity In Delphos I'll, at whose impartial hands Hang antic scrolls of gentle heraldry, And at his feet ensigns and trophies lie, Such was my state, whom every man did follow, As living statue of the great Apollo. Th. Storer. All as the hungry winter-starved earth, when she by nature labours towards her birth, Still as the day upon the dark world creeps One blossom forth after another peeps, Till the small flower whose root is now unbound, Gets from the frosty prison of the ground, Spreading the leaves unto the powerful noon Decked in fresh colours, smiles upon the sun. Never unquiet care lodge in that breast Where but one thought of Rosamond did rest. M. Drayton. Courage. Like as a fire the which in hollow cave Hath long been under-kept and down suppressed, With murmur as disdain doth inly rave, And grudge in so strait prison to be priest, At last breaks forth with furious unrest, And strives to mount unto his native seat: All that did erst it hinder and molest, It now devours with flames and scorching heat, And carries into smoke, with rage and horror great, So mightily the Britain Prince him rousd Out of his hold. Edm. Spencer. As he that strives to stop a sudden flood And in strong bands his violence enclose, Forceth it swell above his wont mood, And largely overflows the fruitful plain, That all the country seems to be a main, And the rich furrows float all quite fordone, The woeful husbandman doth loud complain To see his whole years labour lost so soon, For which to God he made so many an idle boon, So him he held, and did through might amate. Idem. Like as a sapphire hanging down the breast A far more orient glittering doth make, Then doth a Diamond of good request Set in a bracelet, and more glory take, Not for the virtue but the places sake. So did a cloudy sapphire dim my light, Not with his worth, but with his places height. Th. Storer. Of Adam. Thou seest no wheat Helleborus can bring, Nor barley from the madding Morrell spring, Nor bleating lambs brave lions do not breed, That leprous parents raise a leprous seed. Even so our grandsire living innocent Had stocked the whole world with a saint descent. But suffering sin in Eden him invade, His sons the 'zounds of sin and wrath he made. I. Sylvester. As done the pots that long retains the taste Of liquor, such as first was in them placed: Or like the tree that bends his elder branch That way where first the stroke had made his launched So see we wolves and bears and hearts full old, Some tameness from their daunted youth to hold. Th. Hudson. — loves fiery dart Can near unfreeze the frost of her chaste heart: But as the diamond bides the hammer strong, So she resisted all her suitors long. Idem. Drunkards. The more he drank, the more he did desire, Like to the Ocean sea, though it receives All Nilus floods, yet all fresh water craves From East to West, yet grows he not a grain, But still is ready for as much again. Idem. * The staves like ice in shivers small did fly, The splints like birds did mount unto the sky. M. Drayton. Ill company. Like as the perfect pilot fears to run Upon the rocks, with singling sheet doth shun Cydnaees straits ot Syrteses sinking sands, Or cruel Capharois with stormy strands. So wisely she dishaunted the resort Of such as were suspect of light report. Well knowing that the acquaintance with the ill Corrupts the good, and though they ever still Th. Hudson. Fol. 452. * look how the peacock ruffs his flaunting tail, And strutts under his mooned canopy: And how he quivers with his moved sail, Yet when his lead pale legs he haps to see, With shame abates his painted jollity. The King as proud as peacock in his love, Yet droops again when words nor tears will move. M. Drayton. Night. Look how a bright star shooteth from the sky, So glides he in the night from Venus' eye, Which after him she darts as on a shore, Gazing upon a late embarked friend, Till the wild waves will have them see no more, Whose ridges with the meeting clouds contend. So did the merciless and pitchy night Fold in the object that did feed her sight. W. Sha. King. When as the Sun forsakes his crystal sphere, How dark and ugly is the gloomy sky? And in his place there's nothing well appear, But clouds that in his glorious circuit fly. So when a King forsakes his royal place, There still succeed obliqne and dark disgrace. Ch. Middleton Look how the day hater Minerva's bird, Whilst privileged with darkness and the night: Doth live secure himself of others feared, But if by chance discovered in the light, O how each little foul with envy stirred, Calls him to justice, urges him with spite, Summons the feathered flocks of all the wood, To come to scorn the tyrants of their blood, So fares the King laid open to disgrace. S. Daniel. And forth he's brought unto the accomplishment, Decked with the crown and princely robes that day: Like as the dead in other lands are sent Unto their graves in all their best array. And even like good did him this ornament. For what he brought he must not bear away, But buries there his glory and his name, Entombed for evermore in others blame. Idem. Company. Remain upright, yet some will quarrel pike, And common brute will deem them all alike. For look how your companions you elect For good or ill, so shall you be suspect. Th. Hudson. Of victory. Like as whilom that strong Tyranthian swain Brought forth with him the dreadful dog of hell: Against his will fast bound in iron chain, And roaring horribly did him compel To see the hateful sun, that he might tell To grisly Pluto what on earth was done, And to the other damned ghosts which dwell For aye in darkness, which daylight doth shun, So led he forth this captive, and like conquest won. Ed. Spencer. Like as in summers day when raging heat Doth burn the earth and boiled rivers dry: That all brute beasts forced to refrain from meat Do hunt for shade where shrouded they may lie. And missing it, feign from themselves to fly All travailers tormented are with pain: A mighty cloud doth overcast the sky, And poureth forth a sudden shower of rain, That all the wretched world recomforteth again. So did the warlike Britomart restore The prize of knights of maidenhead that day. Idem. As when a troop of harvest thrifty swains With cutting scythes earth ripened riches mows, Whole sheaves of corn lie strowen upon the plains. So fall the Scots before the conquering foes. D. Lodge. Death. On Apennine like as a sturdy tree Against the winds that makes resistance stout: If with a storm it overturned be, Falls down and breaks the trees and plants about: So Latin fell, and with him felled he, And slew the nearest of the Pagan rout. Ed. Fairfax. Like as the sacred ox that careless stands With gilded horns and flowery garlands crowned: Proud of his dying honour and dear bands, Whilst theatres fume with frankincense around, All suddenly with mortal stroke astoind, Doth grovelling fall, and with his steaming gore Distaines the pillars and the holy ground. And the fair flowers that decked him afore, So fell proud Marinell upon the precious shore. Ed. Spencer. Like as a ship whom cruel tempest drives Upon a rock with horrible dismay, Her shattered ribs in thousand pieces rives, And spoiling all her gears and goodly ray, Does make herself misfortunes piteous pray. So down the cliff the wretched giant tumbled. Idem. Like an autumall star which ruddy doth foreshow Some death, some pestilence, some bloody overthrow He buskles with his foe, the assailant he assaults, And resolute he marks his arrows weak defaults. Then entering in between his breast plate and his bases, He seeks his sinful soul, there finds, & thence it chases. I. Syl. Fight. Like as two mastiff dogs with hungry jaws, Moved first to hate, from hate to raging ire: Approach with grinning teeth and grisly jaws, With staring eyes as red as flaming fire. At last they bite and scratch with teeth and claws, Tearing themselves, and trembling in the mire. So after biting and reproachful words, Sarcapant and Rinaldo drew their swords. Ed. Spencer. Like as an exhalation hot and dry, Amongst the air bred moisty vapours thrown Spilleth his lightning forth courageously, Renting the thick clouds with a thunder-stone, As though the huge all covering heaven did groan. Such is the garboil of this conflict then, Brave English men encountering English men. M. Drayton. Like as ye see the wallowing sea to strive Flood after flood, and wave with wave to drive: Then waves with waves, them floods with floods to chase, And eft returns unto their former place. Or like the crops of corn in midst of May, (blown up with Western wind) aside do sway, Both too and fro as force doth them constrain, And yet their tops redresseth up again. So whiles the Syrians are by Medes displaced, And whiles the Medes by Syrians are rechaced. Th. Hudson. Like as a puttock having spied in sight A gentle falchion sitting on a hill, Whose other wing now made unmeet for flight, Was lately broken by some fortune ill. The foolish kite led with licentious will, Doth beat upon the gentle bird in vain, With many idle stoops her troubling still. Even so did Radagond with bootless pain, Annoyed this noble knight, and sorely him constrain. Ed. Spencer. Even as an Eagle that espies from high, Among the herbs a party coloured snake: Or on a bank sunning herself to lie, Casting the elder skin, anew to make Lies hovering warily till she may spy Advantage sure the venomed worm to take: Then takes him by the back and beats her wings, Maugre the poison of his forked stings, So doth Rogero both with sword and spear, The cruel monster warily assail. S. I. Harr. Like as a mountain or a cape of land, Assailed with storms, and sails on every side Doth unremoved steadfast still withstand, Storm, thunder, lightning, tempest, wind and tide. The soldan so withstood Latinus band. Ed. Fairfax. So thick flew floods and darts that no man sees The azured heavens, the sun his brightness lost: The clouds of weapons like to swarms of bees Met in the air, and there each other crossed. And look how falling leaves drop down from trees When the moist sap is mixed with lively frost, Or apples in strong winds from branches fall, The Saracens so tumbled from the wall. Idem. As when a windy tempest bloweth high, That nothing may withstand his stormy stowre, The clouds as things afraid before him fly, But all so soon as his outrageous power Is laid, they fairly then begin to shower, And as in storm of his spent stormy spite, Now all at once their malice forth do power. So did Sir Guion bear himself in fight, And suffered rash Pirrocles want his idle might. Ed. Spencer. As Eagle fresh out of the Ocean wave, Where he hath left his plumes all hoary grey, And decked himself with feathers youthly gay, Like Eyas hawk upmounting to the skies, His newly budded pinions to assay, And marvels at himself still as he flies, So new, this newborn knight to battle did arise. Idem. As gentle shepherd in sweet eventide, When ruddy Phoebus 'gins to walk in west, He on an hill his flock to viewen wide, Marks which do bite his hearty supper best. A cloud of cumbrous gnats do him molest, All striving to infix their feeble stings, That from their noyance, he nowhere can rest, But with his clownish hands their tender wings He brusheth off, and oft doth mar their murmurings. Ed. Sp. — They him espying, both with greedy force At once upon him ran, and him beset With strokes of mortal steel, without remorse, And on his shield like Iron sledges bet, As when a bear and tiger being met, In cruel fight on Lybic Ocean wide, Espied a traveler with feet surbet, Whom they in equal pray hope to divide, They stint their strife, and him assail on every side. Ed. Spencer. Of noise. Clamour. As great a noise as when in Cymbrian plain, An heard of bulls, whom kindly rage doth sting, Do for the milky mothers want complain, And fill the fields with troublous bellowing, The neighbour woods around with hollow murmuring. Ed. Sp. As when the shapeless huge Leviaethan Hath thrust himself upon the sandy shore, Where (monsterlike) affrighting every man, He belloweth out a fearful deadly roar. Even such a Clamour through the air doth thunder, The doleful presage of some fearful wonder. M. Drayton. joy. Much like as when the beaten mariner That long hath wandered in the Ocean wide, Oft sow'st in swelling Tethis saltish tear, And Long time having tamed his tawny hide, With blustering breath of heaven that none can bide, And scorching flames of fierce Orion's hound, Soon as the port from far he hath espied, His cheerful whistle merrily doth sound, And Nereus crowns with cups, his mates him pledge around, Such joy made una when her knight she found. Ed. Spencer. Look how a troop of winter prisoned dames, Penned in the enclosure of the walled towns, Welcomes the spring usher to summers flames, Making their pastimes on the flowery downs, Whose beauteous Arras wrought in nature's frames, Through eyes admire, the heart with wonder crowns. So these wood-walled citizens at sea, Welcome be both spring and summer in a day. I. Markham. Like as a ship with dreadful storm long tossed, Having spent all her masts and her ground hold, Now far from harbour, like to be lost, At last some fisher bark doth near betold, That giveth comfort to her courage cold: Such was the state of this most knight. Ed. Spencer. Policy. As when to purge excessive moist descending, From Satur's sphere, or else superfluous heat, jove stirred up by Mars (common good intending) Sends lightning flash to lay their angry threat. So wiser heads that knew the scourge of war, Sought sooth fast means to mitigate the jar. D. Lodge. As when a skilful mariner doth read A storm approaching that doth peril threat, He will not bide the danger of such dread, but strikes his sails and vereth his manisheat, And lends unto it leave the empty air to beat: So did the fairy knight himself abeare. Ed. Spencer. As Pilot well expert in perilous wave, That to a steadfast star his course hath bend, When foggy mists or cloudy tempests have, The faithful light of that fair lampy blended, And covered heaven with hideous dreariment, Upon his card and compass forms his eye, The masters of his long experiment. And to them does the steady helm apply, Bidding his winged vessel fairly forward fly. So Guion. Ed. Spencer. Labour. Like as ye see sometimes the honey bees, Exerce themselves on buds of sweetest tree, Where they sometime assault the buzzing wasp, That come too near, their flames away to clasp. Or when they honey draw from smelling time, Or from the palm or roses of the prime, And how they draw their wax with wondrous art, Observing jointure just in every part: Both up and down, they build ten thousand shops, With equal space fulfilled up to the tops. Or where the master Bee of thousand bands, Conducts the rest in legions through the lands, Who daily keeps within their city wall, Their house, their work, their laws, and manners all. So thus the sons of Jacob plied their pain, With whole desire their quarrel to sustain. Th. Hudson. As do those Emmets that in summer tide Come out in swarms their houses to provide, In harvest time (their toil may best be seen, In paths where they their carriage bring between, The sick and old at home do keep the score, And over grainell great they take the charge, Oft turning corn within a chamber large, (When it is dight) lest it do sprout or seed, Or come again, or we eulls in it breed. While the armourers with armour hard and great, On studies strong the sturdy steel do beat, And makes thereof, a corpslet or a Jacke, Sometime a helm, sometime a mace doth make, Whiles shepherds they enarme unusde to danger, Whiles simple herds, & whiles the wandering stranger The tilling coulter then a spear was made, The crooked scythe became an evened blade: The people food forgets, no ease they take, Some on an horse, some on his proper back, Some on a cart, some on a camel bears Corn, wine, and flesh, to serve for many years. Th. Hudson. War. Like to a river that is stopped his course, Doth violate his banks, breaks his own head. Destroys his bounds, and overruns by force The neighbour fields, in regularly spread. Even so this sudden stop of war doth nurse Home toils within itself from others lead, So dangerous the change thereof is tried, Ere minds come soft, or otherwise employed. S. Daniel. Astonishment As when the mast of some well timbered hulk, Is with the blast of some outrageous storm Blown down, it shakes the bottom of the bulk, And makes her ribs to crack as they were torn, Whilst still she stands astonished and forlorn: So was he stunnd with stroke of her huge tail. Ed. Spencer. — Lying still a while both did forget, The perilous present stound wherein their lives were set, As when two warlike brigandines at sea, With murderous weapons armed in cruel fight, Do meet together on the watery Lea. They stem each other with so fell despite, That with the shock of their own heedless might, Their wooden ribs are shaken right asunder. They which from shore behold the dreadful fight Of flashing fire, and here the Ordinance thunder, So greatly stand amazed of such unwonted wonder. Ed. Spencer. Care of children. All as the painful ploughman plies his toil, With share and coulter shearing through the soil That costs him dear, and ditches it about, Or crops his hedge to make it undersprout, And never stays to ward it from the weed, But most respects to sow therein good seed: To th'end when summer decks the meadows plain, He may have recompense of costs and pain. Or like the maid, who careful is to keep The budding flower, that first gins to peep Out of the knop, and waters it full oft, To make it seemly show the head aloft, That it may (when she draws it from the stocks) Adorn her gorget white, and golden locks. So wise Merari all his study stilled, To fashion well the manners of his child. Th. Hudson. Liberty. Like to a Lion that escapes his bounds, Having been long restrained his use to stray, Ranges the restless woods, stays on no ground. Riots with bloodshed, wantoness with his prey, Seeks not for need, but in his pride to wound, Glorying to see his strength, and what he may. So this unbridled King, freed of his fears, In liberty himself unwildly bears. S. Daniel. * Like as the hawk which soareth in the sky, And climbs aloft for solace of her wing, The greater gate she getteth up on high, The truer stoop she makes to any thing: So shall you see my muse by wandering, Find out at last the right and ready way, And keep it sure, though erst it went astray. G. Gascoigne. * Like as the ship that through the Ocean wide Directs her course, unto one certain coast, Is met with many a counterwind and tide, With which her winged speed is let and crossed. And she herself in stormy surges lost. Yet making many a board and many a bay, Still winneth way, and hath her compassed lost. Right so it fares with me in this long way, Whose course is often stayed, yet never is astray. Ed. Spencer. *— As she was looking in a glass, She saw therein a man's face looking on her: Whereat she started from the frighted glass, As if some monstrous serpent had been shown her: Rising as when the sun in Leo sign, Auriga with the heavenly goal upon her, Shows her horned head, with her kids divine. Whose rise kills vines, heavens face with storms disguising, No man is safe at sea, the Haedy rising. So strait wrapped she her body in a cloud, And threatened tempest for her high disgrace, Shame from a bower of Roses did unshrowde, And spread her crimson wings upon her face. G. Chapman. Multitude. Like when some mastiff whelp disposed to play, A whole confused heard of beests doth chase, Which with one vile consent run all away, If any hardy than the rest in place. But turn the head that idle fear to stay, Back straight the daunted chacer turns his face: And all the rest with bold example led, As fast run on him as before they fled. So with this bold opposer rushes on This many headed monster multitude. S. Daniel. As when the daughter of Thaumantes fair Hath in a watery cloud displayed wide Her goodly bow which paints the liquid air, That all men wonder at her colours pride: All suddenly ere one can look aside, The glorious picture vanisheth away, Ne any token doth thereof abide. So did this Ladies goodly form decay, And into nothing go, ere one could it bewray. Ed. Spencer. Beauty. Like as a tender Rose in open plain, That with untimely drought nigh withered was And hung the head; soon as few drops of rain Thereon distill and dew her dainty face, Gins to look up, and with fresh counted grace Dispreds the glory of her leaves gay, Such was Iraenas' countenance, such her grace. Idem. Like as the wind and tide when they do meet▪ With envious oppositions do affright The lesser streams running for to regret The Ocean Empire, so do these two fight, One labours to bring all things to his will, The other cares for to prevent that ill. Ch. Middleton. Descriptions of palaces, Castles, etc. A stately palace built of squared brick, Which cunningly was without mortar laid, Whose walls were high, but nothing strong nor thick, And golden foil all over them displayed. That purest sky with brightness they dismayed, High lifted up were many lofty towers, And goodly galleries far overlaid: Full of fair windows and delightful bowers, And on the top a dial told the timely hours. Ed. Sp. The sovereign castles of the rocky isle, Wherein Penelope the Princes lay: Shone with a thousand lamps, which did exile The dim dark shades, and turned the night to day. Not Jove's blue tent what time the sunny ray Behind the bulwark of the earth retires, Is seen to sparkle with more sprinkling fires. I. davies. logistilla's Castle. — Such a Castle that in stately show And costly substance others all surmounted: The value of the walls cannot man know, Except he first upon the same had mounted. Men have not jewels of such price below, Diamonds are to these but dross accounted. Pearls are but pelf, and Rubies all are rotten Where stones of such rare virtue can be gotten. These walls are built of stones of so great price, All other unto these come far behind, In these men see the virtue and the vice That cleaveth to the inward soul and mind, As neither flattering praises shall him blind With tickling words nor undeserved blame, With forged faults shall work him any shame: From hence doth come the everlasting light, That may with Phoebus' beams so clear compare, That when the sun is down there is no night With those that with those jewels stored are. These gems do teach us to discern aright. These gems are wrought with workmanship so rare, That hard it were to make true estimation Which is more hard the substance or the fashion. On arches raised of Porphorie passing high, Were gardens fair, and pleasant to the eye. So high, that to ascend them seemed a pain, Few found so rare below upon a plain. Sweet smelling trees in order standing be, With fountains watering them in stead of rain, Which doth the same so naturally nourish, As all the year both flowers and fruits do flourish. No weeds or fruitless trees are in this place, But herbs whose virtues are of chiefest price, As sovereign sage, and thrift, and herbs of grace, And time, which well bestowed maketh wise: And lowly patience proud thoughts to abase, And heart's ease that can never grow with vice. These are the herbs that in this garden grew, Whose virtues to their beauties still renew. S. I. H. — She then led up to the castle wall That was so high as foe might not it climb▪ And all so fair and sensible withal, Not built of brick, ne yet of stone and lime, But of thing like to that Egyptian slime. Whereof King Nine whilom built Babel town, The frame thereof seemed party circular, And part tryangulare, o work divine, Those two the first and last proportions are, The one imperfect mortal feminine, The other immortal, perfect masculine. And twixt them both, a quadrate was the base, Proportioned equally by seven and nine: Nine was the circle set in heavens place, All which compacted, made a goodly Diapaze. Ed. Spencer. up to a stately Turret she them led, Ascending by ten steps of alabaster wrought. That Turrets frame most admirable was, Like highest heaven compassed around: And lifted high above this earthly mass, Which it suruewd as hills do lower ground, But on ground, moat not like to this be found. Not that which antic Camus whilom built In Thebes, which Alexander did confound. Nor that proud town of Troy though richly guilt, From which young Herod's blood by cruel Greeks was spilled, The roof thereof was arched over head: And decked with flowers and arbours daintily, Two goodly beacons, set in watches stead, Therein gave light and flamed continually: For they of living fire most subtly Were made and set in silver socketts bright: Covered with lids devizde of substance, That readily they shut and open might, O who can tell the praises of this maker's might? Idem. Fair room the presence of sweet beauty's pride, The place the sun upon the earth did hold: When Phaethon his chariot did misguide, The town where Jove rained down himself in gold, O if Elysium be above the ground, Then here it is where nought but joy is found. Th. Nashe. Lo Colin here the place whose pleasant sight From other shades hath weaned my wandering mind: Tell me what wanteth here to work delight? The simple air, the gentle warbling wind, So calm, so cool, as nowhere else I find: The grassy ground with dainty daizies dight, The bramble bush where birds of every kind, To the waters fall, their tunes attemper right. Ed. Spencer. In little time these Ladies found A grove with every pleasure crowned: At whose sweet entry did resound A ford, that flowered that holy ground, From thence the sweet breathed winds convey Odours from every myrtle spray, And other flowers: to whose array A hundred haps and Timbrels play All pleasure's study can invent, The Dames ears instantly present: Voices in all sorts different, The four parts and the Diapent. G. Chapman. — On the other side a pleasant grove Was shot up high, full of the stately tree, That dedicated is to Olympic Jove: And to his son Alcides, when as he Gained in Nemea goodly victory: Therein the merry birds of every sort Chanted aloud their cheerful harmony. And made amongst themselves a sweet consent, That quickened the dull spirits with musical consent. Ed. Spencer. Upon this mount there stood a stately grove, Whose reaching arms to clip the welkin strove, Of tufted Cedars and the branching Pine, Whose bushy tops themselves do so intwine, As seemed when nature first this work begun. She then conspired against the piercing sun. Under whose covert (thus divinely made) Phoebus green laurel flourished in the shade. Fair Venus' myrtle, Mars his warlike firrhe, Minerva's olive, and the weeping myrrh. The patiented palm which strives in spite of hate, The Poplar to Alcides consecrate. Which nature in such order had disposed, And therewithal their goodly works enclosed: As served for hangings and rich tapestry, To beautify this stately gallery. M. Drayton. So fair a church as this had Venus none, The walls were of discoulered Jasper stone: Wherein was Proteus carved, and over head A lively vine of green-sea-aggat spread: Where by one hand lightheaded Bacchus hung, And with the other wine from grapes out-wrung Of crystal shining fair the pavement was, The town of Sestos called it Venus' glass. There might you see the Gods in sundry shapes, Committing heady riots, incests, rapes. For underneath this radiant flower Was Danae's statue in a brazen Tower. jove slily stealing from his sister's bed, To dally with Idalian Ganymede. And for his love Europa bellowing loud, And tumbling with the rainbow in a cloud. Blood-quaffing Mars having the iron net, With limping Vulcan and his Cyclops set. Love kindling fire to burn such fires as Troy, Sylvanus weeping for the lovely boy, That now is turned into a cypress tree, Under whose shade the wood-gods love to be. Ch. Marlowe. Not that Colossus reared up in Rhodes, Nor hanging gardens hovering in the sky: Nor all the wondrous mansions and abodes In Egypt, Lemnos, or in Italy. Either for riches, cunning, or expense, Might match this Labyrinth for excellence. D. Lodge. — Art striving to compare With nature, did an arbour green dispred: Framed of wanton ivy, flowering fair, Through which the fragrant Eglantine did spread His pricking arms entraild with Roses red, Which dainty odours round about them threw, And all within with flowers was garnished: That when mild Zephyrus amongst them blew, Did breath out bounteous smells and painted colour show. Ed. Sp. The Tower of beauty whence alone did flow More heavenly streams then former age had seen. Taking their current from that learned hill, Where lodge the brothers of admire and skill. Amongst the summer blossoms of their bows, A thousand several coloured birds was set: Who moved (as seemed) by charitable vows Of excellent compassion, ever wet With honourable tears (for Fates allows That sensible from senseless still shall set Models of pity) learn there with melody To cheer men's mind foredone with misery. I. Markham. — He leads him to the highest mount, That blood-red billows like a walled front On either side disparted with his rod, Till that his army dry foot through them yode Dwelled forty days upon; where writ in stone With bloody letters by the hand of God, The bitter doom of death and baleful moan He did receive whiles flashing fire about him shun. Or like that sacred hill whose head full hie Adorned with fruitful olives all around, Is, as it were for endless memory Of that dear Lord, who oft thereon was found, For ever with a flowering garland crowned. Or like that pleasant mount that is for ay, Through famous Poets verse each where renowned: On which the thrice three learned Ladies play, Their heavenly notes, and make full many a lovely lay. Ed. Spencer. Right in the midst of the paradise There stood a stately mount, on whose round top A gloomy grove of myrtle trees did rise: Whose shady bows sharp steel did never lop, Nor wicked beasts their tender buds did crop. But like a garland compassed the height, And from their fruitful sides sweet gum did drop: That all the ground with precious dew bedight, Threw forth most dainty odours & most sweet delight. And in the thickest covert of that shade, There was a pleasant arbour, not by art, But of the trees own inclination made. Which knitting their rank branches part to part: With wand in ivy twine intraild athwart, And Eglantine and Caprifoile among: Fashioned above within their inmost part, That neither Phoebus beams could through them throng, Nor Aeolus sharp blast could work them any wrong. Idem. It was an hill placed in an open plain, That round about was bordered with a wood Of matchless height, that seemed th'earth disdain: In which all trees of honour stately stood, And did all winter, as in summer bud, Spreading pavilions for the birds to bower, Within their lower branches sung aloud, And in the tops, the soaring hawks did tower, Sitting like King of fowls in majesty and power, And at the foot thereof, a gentle flood His silver waves did softly tumble down, Vnmard with ragged moss of filthy mud. Ne moat wild beasts, ne moat the ruder clown Thereto approach, ne filth moat therein drown, But nymphs and Fairies by the banks did sit In the woods shade, which did the water's crown, Keeping all noisome things away from it, And to the waters fall tuning their accents fit. And on the top thereof a spacious plain, Did spread itself to serve to all delight, Either to dance when they to dance would feign, 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 equal height, Did seem to overlook the lowly vale. Therefore it rightly cleped was, Mount Acidale. They say that Venus when she did dispose Herself to pleasance, vied to resort Unto this place, and therein to repose And rest herself 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 waves set like a little nest, As if it had by natures cunning hand Been choicely picked out from all the rest, And laid forth for ensample of the best. No dainty flower nor herb that grows on ground, No arboret with painted blossoms dressed, And smelling sweet, but there it might be found To bud out fair, & her sweet smells throw all around. No tree whose branches did not bravely spring, No branch wherein a fine bird did not sit, No bird but did her shrill notes ever sing, No song but did contain a lovely dit. Trees, branches, birds, and songs were framed fit, For to allure frail minds to careless ease. Idem. Groave. A sandy groave not far away they spied, That promised aid the tempest to withstand, Whose lofty trees clad with summers pride, Did spread so broad, that heavens light did hide. Not pierceable with power of any star, And all within were paths and allies wide, With footing worn, and leading inward far. Ed. Spencer. The porch was all of Porphyry and Touch, In which the sumptuous building raised was: With Images that seemed to move, see, touch. Some hewed in stone, some carved in round cut brass. Also within the beauty was as much, Under a stately arch they straight did pass Unto a court that good proportion bare, And was each way one hundred cubits square. Each of these sides a porch had passing fair, That with an arch is into colours placed: Of equal size they seemed every pair, Yet sundry works with them they better graced. At each of these a wide large easy stair, Without the which all buildings are defaced. And those same stairs so lately mounting, led Each to a chamber richly furnished. The colours hie, the chaplets gilded with gold, The cornishes enriched with things of cost: The marbles set from far, and dearly sold, By cunning workmen carved and embossed With Images and Antiques new and old. Though now the night thereof concealed most, Show that that work so rich beyond all measure, Can scant be builded with a Prince's treasure. But nothing did so much the sight enrich, As did the plenteous fountain that did stand Just placed in the middle, under which The Pages spread a Table out of hand, And brought forth nappery rich, and plate more rich: And meats the choicest of the sea or land. For though the house had stately rooms full many, Yet in the summer this was best of any, This fountain was by curious workmen brought To answer to the rest with double square, Eight female statues of white marble wrought, With their left hands an azure sky upbare, With raining still expelled heat and drought From all that under it or near it are. In these right hands was Amalthea's horn, By every one of those eight statures borne. Each of those statues rested both their feet, Upon two Images of men below, That seemed delighted with the noise so sweet, That from the water came that there did flow, Also they seemed the Ladies lowly greet, As though they did their names and virtues know. In all their hands they held long scrolls of writings, Of their own pennings, and their own endighting: And in fair 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 live, but were unborn as then, The men were Poets, that their worthy fames In time to come, should praise with learned pen. These Images bore up a brazen tressel, On which there stood a large white marble vessel: This took the water from that Azure sky, From whence with turning of some cock or vice, Great store of water would mount upon high, And wet all that same court even in a trice. S. I. Harrington. — When many a weary step Had brought us to the top of yonder mount, Mild Zephyrus embraced us in his arms, And in a cloud of sweet and rich perfumes, Cast us into the lap of that green mead, Whose bosom stuck with purple Violets, Half budded lilies, and young Musk-rose trees, About whose waste the amorous woodbine twines, Whilst they seem maidens in a lovers arms, There on the curled forehead of a bank, That swelled with camomile, over whose beauty A wanton Hyacinth held down his head, And by the winds help oft stole may abide, He sat us down, and thus we did arrive. Th. Dekkar. Description of Seas, Waters, Rivers, etc. The fertile Nile which creatures new doth foam, Long Rhodanus whose source springs from the sky, Fair Ister flowing from the mountains hie, Divine Scamander purpled yet with blood Of Greeks and Troyans' which therein did lie: Pactolus glistering with his golden flood, And Tigris fierce, whose streams of none may be withstood. Ed. Spencer. Great Ganges and immortal Euphrates, Deep Indus, and Meander intricate, Slow Peneus and tempestuous Phasides, Swift Rhine, and Alpheus still immaculate, Oraxes feared for great Cyrus' fate, Tiber renowned for the Romans name. Idem. The Cydnus stream (who for his silver flood, Esteemed a King) ran now with human blood. Th. Hudson. — Beside their trickled softly down A gentle stream, whose murmuring wave did play Amongst the pumy stones and made a sound To lull himself a sleep that by it lay. The weary traveler wandering that way, Therein did often quench his thirsty heat, And then by it his weary limbs display, Whiles creeping slumber made him to forget His former pain, and wipe away his toilsome sweat. Ed. Spencer. Fair Danubie is praised for being wide, Nilus commended for his sevenfold head, Euphrates for the swiftness of the tide, And for the garden whence his course is lead, The banks of Rhine with wines are overspread. Take Loire and Po, yet all may not compare With English Thamesis for building rare. Th. Storer. Great Nilus' land where rain doth never fall. Th. Hudson. Anon he stalketh with an easy stride, By some clear rivers lily paved side, Whose sands pure gold, whose pebbles precious gems, And liquid silver all the curling streams: Whose chiding murmur mazing in and out, With crystal cisterns, moats a mead about. And th'artless bridges overthwart this torrent, Are Rocks selfe-arched by the eating current. Or loving palms, whose lusty females willing, Their marrow-boiling loves to be fulfilling, And reach their husband trees on th'other banks, Bow their stiff necks, and serve for passing planks. I. Sylvester. Description of Seas, waters, rivers, etc. I walked along a stream for pureness rare, Brighter than sunshine, for it did acquaint The dullest sight with all the glorious prey, That in the pebble paved channel lay. No molten crystal, but a Richer mine, Even nature's rarest alchemy ran there, Diamonds resolved, and substance more divine, Through whose bright gliding current might appear A thousand naked nymphs, whose ivory shine, Enameling the banks, made them more dear Than ever was that glorious Pallas gate, Where the day-shining sun in triumph sat. Upon this brim the Eglantine and Rose, The Tamoriscke, olive, and the Almond tree, As kind companions in one union grows, Folding their twindring arms as oft we see, Turtle taught lovers either other close, Lending to dullness, feeling sympathy. And as a costly vallance o'er a bed, So did their garland tops the brook o'erspread: Their leaves that differed both in shape and show, (Though all were green) yet difference such in green Like to the chequered bent of Iris bow, Prided the running main as it had been. Ch. Marlowe. — In that mead proud making grass, A river like to liquid glass, Did with such soundfull murmur pass, That with the same it wanton was. Hard by this brook a Pine had seat, With goodly furniture complete: To make the place in state more great, And lesning the the inflaming heat, Which was with leaves so beautified, And spread his breast so thick and wide, That all the suns estranged pride, Sustained repulse on every side. G. Chapman. The well of life, to life can dead restore, And gilt of sinful crimes clean wash away: Those that with sickness were infected sore, It could recure, and ages long decay Renew, as it were borne that very day. Both Silo this and Jordan did excel, And the English Bath, and eke the german Spanie, Ne can Cephise nor Hebrus match this well. Ed. Spencer. Rich Oranochie though but known of late, And that huge river which doth bear his name Of warlike Amazons, which do possess the same. Idem. — With the murmuring cadence of the wave, Which made a pretty wrangling as it went: Chiding the banks which no more limit gave, There joined their wel-rund throats with such consent, That even mad grief at sight thereof grew grave, And as enchanted, stayed from languishment. Proving, than their delight was never greater, And grief how much the more, so much the better. I. Markham. — Laid at ease a cubit from the ground, Upon a Jasper fringd with ivy round. Purfled with waves, thick thrummed with mossy rushes, He falls a sleep fast by a silent river, Whose captive streams through crooked pipes still rushing, Make sweeter music with their gentle gushing. Then now at Tivoli, th' Hydrantike brawl, Of rich Ferrara's stately Cardinal, Or C●esibes rare engines, framed there Whereas they made of Ibis, Jupiter. I. Sylvester. Proper epithets and adjuncts to divers things. Of Trees, and herbs. The sailing Pine, the Cedar proud and tall, The Vine-prop elm, the Poplar never dry, The builder oak, sole king of forests all, The aspen good for staves, the cypress funeral. The laurel meed of mighty conquerors, And Poets sage, the Firrhe that weary still, The Willow worn of forlorn paramours. The Eughe obedient to the benders will, The Birch for shafts, the Sallow for the mil. The myrrh sweet bleeding in the bitter wound, The warlike Beech, the Ash for nothing ill. The fruitful olive, and the Platane round, The carved holm, the Maple seldom inward sound. Ed. Spencer. down came the sacred palms, the Ashes wild, The funeral cypress, Holly ever green: The weeping fir, thick Beech, and sailing Pine, The married elm fell with his fruitful Vine. The shooter Eughe, the broad leaved Sycamore, The barren Plataine, and the Walnut found, The myrrh that her fowl sin doth still deplore: The Alder owner of all waterish ground, Sweet juniper whose shadow hurteth sore, Proud Cedar, oak, the king of forests crowned. Ed. Fairfax. Transl. Behold fond Boy this resin weeping Pine, This mournful Larix, dropping Turpentine. This mounting Teda, thus with tempests torn, With inky tears continually to mourn. M. Drayton. Alcides' speckled Poplar tree, The palms that monarches do obtain, With love-ivice stained the mulberry, The fruit that dews the poet's brain. And Phillis Philbert there away, Compared with myrtle and the Bay. The tree that Coffins doth adorn, With stately height threatening the sky, And for the bed of love forlorn. The black and doleful ebony. All in a circle compact are, Like to an amphitheatre. Math. Roydon. The Spartan myrtle whence sweet gums do flow, The purple Hyacinth and fresh Costmary, And Saffron sought, for in Cicilian soil, Laurel, the ornament of Phoebus' toil. Fresh Rododaphne and the Sabine flower, Matching the wealth of the ancient frankincense: And pallid ivy building his own bower, And box yet mindful of his old offence: Red Amaranthus luckless paramour: Oxeye still green and bitter patience. Ne wants there pale Narcisse, that in a well Seeing his beauty, in love with it fell. Ed. Spencer. Mirtle's due to Venus, green laurel due to Apollo, Corn to the lady Ceres, ripe grapes to the young merry Bacchus. Poplar to Alcides, and olives unto Minerva▪ Gentle Amaranthus thou fairest flower of a thousand, Shalt be loves flower henceforth, though thou cam'st from a bleeding, Yet blood shalt thou staunch, this gift will I give thee for ever. Abr. France. Dead-sleeping Poppy and black Hellebore, Cold Coloquintida, and Tetra mad, Mortal Samnites and Cicuta bad, With which th'unjust Athenians made to die, Wise Socrates who thereof quaffing glad, Poured out his life and last philosophy. To the fair Critias his dearest Belamye. Ed. Spencer. The wholesome Sage, and lavender still grey, Ranke-smelling Rue, and coming good for eyes: The Roses reigning in the pride of May, Sharp Isope good for green wounds remedies. Fair marigolds and Bees alluring Thime, Sweet marjoram and Daizies decking prime. Cool Violets and Orpin growing still, Embathed balm, and cheerful Galingale, Fresh Costmary, and breathfull camomile, Dull poppy, and drinke-quickning Setnale, Veine-healing vervin, and head-purging Dill, Sound savoury, and Bazill harry hale. Fat coleworts, and comforting Perseline, Cold Lettuce, and refreshing Rosmarine. Idem. A soft enflowred bank embraced the fount Of Chloris ensigns, an abstracted field: Where grew Melanthy, great in Bees account, Amareus that precious balm doth yield. enameled Pansies, used at nuptials still, Diana's arrow, Cupid's crimson shield: Ope-morne, nightshade, and Venus' navel. Solemn Violets hanging heads as shamed, And Verdant calamint for Odour famed. Sacred Nepenthe purgative of care, And sovereign rhubarb that doth rancour kill. Sia and Hyacinth that Furies wear, White and red jessamines, merry Melliphill, Fair crown, imperial Emperor of flowers, Immortal Amaranth, white Aphrodil, And cuplike twill pants strewed in Bacchus' bowers. G. Chapman. The Marigold Phoebus' beloved friend, The Moly which from sorcery doth defend. M. Dray. Of Beasts. The spotted Panther, and the tusked boar. The Pardale swift, and the tiger cruel, The Antelope and wolf, both fierce and fell. Ed. Spencer. There might you see the burly bear, The lion king, the Elephant: The maiden unicorn was there, So was Actaeon's horned plant. M. Roydon. Rivers. The fertile Nile, which creatures new doth frame, Long Rhodams, whose source springs from the sky, Fair Ister, flowing from the mountains hie. Divine Scamander, purpled yet with blood Of Greeks and Troyans', which therein did lie, Pactolus glistering with his golden flood, And Tigris fierce, whose streams of none may be withstood. Ed. Spencer. Great Gauges, and immortal Euphrates, Deep Indus, and Meander intricate: Slow Peneus, and tempestuous Phasides, Swift Rhine, and Alpheus still immaculate, Oraxes feared for great Cyrus' fate, Tiber renowned for the Roman fame. Idem. Fishes. Spring-headed Hydra's, and sea-shouldring Whales, Great Whirpooles which all Fishes make to fly: Bright scholopendra's, armed with silver scales, Mighty Monoceros, with immeasured tails: The dreadful Fish that doth deserve the name Of death, and like him looks in dreadful hue, The grisly wasserman that makes his game The flying ships with swiftness to pursue. The horrible sea- satire, that doth show His fearful face in time of greatest storm Huge Ziffius whom mariners do eschew, No less than rocks (as travailers inform) And greedy Rosmarines with visages deform. Ed. Sp. Is the brave Normans courage now forgot? Or the bold Britons lost the use of shot? The big boned Almains and stout Brabanters? Or do the Piccards let the crossbows lie? Once like the Centaurs of old Thessaly. M. Dray.. Of birds. The skie-bred Eagle royal bird, Perched there upon an oak above: The Turtle by him never stirred, Example of immortal love. The Swan that sings, about to die, Leaving Meander stood thereby. M. Roydon. The ill fac'te owl deaths dreadful messenger, The hoarse night raven, trump of doleful dreere, The leather winged Bat, days enemy, The rueful Strich still waiting on the beer, The Whistler shrill, that who so hears doth die, The hellish Harpies prophets of sad destiny. Ed. Spencer. The red-shankt Orcads touched with no remorse, The lightfoot Irish which with darts make war. Th'rank ridined Scot his swift running horse, The English Archer of a lions force. The valiant Norman all his troops among, In bloody conquest tried in arms trained long. M. Drayton. Of Hounds. — Grim Melampus with the Ethiopes feet, White Leucon, and all-eating Pamphagos, Sharp-sighted Dorceus, wild Oribasus, Storm breathing Lelaps, and the savage thereon, Wing-footed Pteretas, and hind-like Ladon. Greedy Harpia, and the painted Stycte, Fierce Tigris, and the thicket searcher agree, The black Melaneus, and the bristled Lachne, Leane-lustfull Cyprius, and big chested Aloe. G. Chapman. — Repentance sad, Prayer sweet charming, fasting, hairy clad. I. Syl. — In one consort there sat Cruel revenge, and rancorous despite, Disloyal treason, and heartburning hate, But gnawing jealousy out of their sight Sitting alone, his bitter lips did bite, And trembling fear still too and fro did fly, And found no place where safe he shroud him might. Lamenting sorrow did in darkness lie, And shame his ugly face did hide from living eye. Ed. Sp. Fresh Hyacinthus Phoebus' paramour, Foolish Narcisse that likes the watery shore, Sad Amaranthus made a flower of late. Idem. Nymphs. The woody Nymphs fair Hamadryades And all the troops of lightfoot Naides. Ed. Sp. Satyrs. The fawns and satyrs from the tufted brakes Their brisly arms wreathd all about with snakes, Their horned heads with woodbine chaplets crowned With cypress javelins, and about their thighs, The flaggy hair disordered loosely flies. M. Drayton. Fresh shadows fit to shroud from sunny ray, Fair fawns to take the sun in season due, Sweet springs in which a thousand bubbles play. Soft rambling brooks, that gentle slumber drew. High reared mounts, the lands about to view. Low looking dales, disjoind from common game, Delightful bowers, to solace lovers true. False Labyrinths, fond runners eyes to daze, All which by nature made, did nature's self amaze. Ed. Spencer. * Behind Cupid were reproach, repentance, shame, Reproach the first, shame next, repent behind: Repentance feeble, sorrowful and lame. Reproach despiteful, careless and unkind, Shame most ill-favoured, bestial and blind. Shame lowered, repentance sighed, reproach did scold: Reproach sharp, repentance whips entwinde, Shame burning Taper in her hand did hold, All three to each unlike, yet all made in one mould. Idem. *— stern strife and anger stout, Unquiet care, and sad unthrifty head: Lewd loss of time, and sorrow being dead, Inconstant change, and false disloyalty, Consuming riotize and guilty dread Of heavenly vengeance, faint infirmity, Vile poverty, and lastly death with infamy. Idem. * His angry steed did chide his frowning bit. Idem. Rich Oranochye, though but known of late, And that huge river which doth bear his name Of warlike Amazons, which do possess the same. Ed. Spencer. Herbs. The sable Henbane, Morrell making mad, Cold poisoning poppy, itching, drowsy, sad. The stifning carpeses, th'eyes-foe Hemlock stinking, Limb-numming, belching: and the sinew shrinking. Dead-laughing Apium, weeping Aconite. (Which in our vulgar deadly wolves Bane hight) The dropsie-breeding, sorrow-bringing Psyllie, (Here called Fleawurt) Colchis baneful lily. (With us wild-Saffran) blistering, biting fell, Hot Napell, making lips and tongue to swell. Blood-boyling Yew, and costive Misseltoe, With yee-cold Mandrake. I. Sylvester. *— Through crooked woods he wandereth, Round-winding rings, and intricate Meaanders, False guiding paths, doubtful beguiling strays. And right strong errors of an endless maze. Idem. * There springs the shrub tree foot above the grass, Which fears the keen edge of the Curtelace: Whereof the rich Egyptian so endears, Root, bark, and fruit, and yet much more the tears. There lives the sea-oake in a little shell, There grows untilled the ruddy Cochenell, And there the Chermez, which on each side arms With pointed prickles all his precious arms, Rich trees and fruitful in these worms of price, Which pressed, yield a crimson coloured juice, When thousand lambs are died so deep in grain, That their own mothers know them not again, There mounts the Melt which serves in Mexico, For weapon, wood, needle and thread to sow, Brick, honey, sugar, sucket, balm, and wine, Parchment, perfume, apparel, cord, and line, His wood for fire, his harder leaves are fit, For thousand uses of inventive wit. I. Sylvester. The pedant minister, and serving clerk, The ten pound base, freeze jerkin hireling, The farmer's chaplain, with his quarter work. The twenty noble Curate and the thing Called Elder, all these needs will bring All reverend titles into deadly hate Their godly calling, and their high estate. Th. Storer. Of Trees. The shady groaves of noble palm-tree sprays, Of amorous myrtles and immortal bay. Never unlearned, but evermore there new, Selfe-arching arms in thousand arbours grew. I. Sylvester. Rivers. Swift Guylon, Phyton and rich Tigris tide, And that fair stream whose silver waves do kiss, The Monarch towers of proud Semyranis. Euprates. Idem. Of Homer. Sweet numbered Homer. I. Syl. Heartstealing Homer, marrow of the Muses, Chief grace of Greece, best pearl of poetry, Drowner of souls, with arts o'erwhelming sluices, Embellished with Phoebe's lunary, Decked with the graces rich embroidery. Sweet honeysuckle, whence all Poets sprights, Suck the sweet honey of divine delights. C. Fitz-Ieffrey. Of S. P. S. Hector tongued Sidney, England's Mars and Muse. Idem. Winds. — O heavens fresh fans quoth he, Earth's sweeping brooms, of forests enemy: O you my heralds and my messengers, My nimble posts and speedy messengers, My arms, my sinews, and my Eagles swift, That through the air my rolling chariot lift. I. Sylvester. The Aeolian crowd. Idem. * O sacred olive, firstling of the fruits, Health-boading branch. Idem. * The proud horse, the rough-skind Elephant, The lusty bull, the camel water want. Idem. *— Let the pearly morn The radiant moon, and rhumie evening see Thy neck still yoked with captivity. Idem. * There nature's story, till th'heaven shaker dread, In his just wrath, the flaming sword had set, The passage into paradise to let. I. Sylvester. Of the infernal flood. — He summoned up With thundering call the damned crew, that sup Of sulphury Styx, and fiery Phlegeton, Bloody Cocytus, muddy Acheron. I. Sylvester. * The sun the seasons stinter. Idem. Of language before confusion. — Ah that language sweet Sure bond of city's friendship's mastic sweet, Strong curb of anger erst united, now In thousand dry brooks strays, I wots not how: That rare rich gold, that charm grief, fancy movers That calm-rage, heart's thief, quel-pride conjure-lover, That purest coin than currant in each coast Now mingled, hath sound, weight, and colour lost. 'tis counterfeit, and over every shore, The confused fall of Babel yet doth roar. Idem. — Then all spoke the speech Of God himself, th'old sacred idiom rich, Right perfect language, where's no point nor sign. But hides some rare deep mystery behind. Idem. Of Scaliger. — Scaliger our age's wonder, The learned's sun, who eloquently can Speak Hebrew, Greek, French, Latin, Nubian, Dutch, Tuscan, Spanish, English, Arabic. The Sirian, Persian, and the Caldaike. O rich quick spirit; O wits chameleon, Which any author's colour can put on. Great julius fame, and Silvius worthy brother, Th'immortal grace of Gascony, their mother, Idem. Wing-footed Hermes, pursuivant of Jove. Idem. Of the Hebrew tongue. — All hail thou sempiternal spring Of spiritual pictures, speech of heavens high King, Mother and mistress of all the tongues the prime, Which pure hast passed such vast deep gulfs of time, Which hast no word but ways, whose elements Flow with hid sense, thy points with sacraments. O sacred Dialect, in thee the names Of men, towns, countries, register their fames In brief abridgements: and the names of birds, Of water guests, and forest haunting herds, Are open brooks, where every man might read. Miscellanea. Of the Graces. * Acidale. — The grace's daughters of delight, Handmaids of Venus, which are wont to haunt * upon this hill, and dance there day and night, Those three to men all gifts of graces grant, And all that Venus in herself doth vaunt, Is borrowed of them. Ed. Sp. They are the daughters of skie-ruling Jove, By him begot of fair Eurynome, The ocean's daughter in this pleasant grove, As he this way coming from feastful glee Of Thetis wedding with Aeacidee, In summers shade himself here rested weary. The first of them hight mild Euphrosyne, Next fair Aglaia, last Thalia merry, Sweet goddesses all three, which men in mirth do cherry Therefore they always smoothly seemed to smile, That we likewise should mild and gentle be, And also naked are, that without guile Or false dissemblance all them plain may see, Simple and true, from covert malice free: And eke themselves so in their dance they bore, That two of them still forward seemed to be. But one still forwards should herself afore, That good should from us go, then come in greater store. Idem. Simoniake and unlearned Ministers. Such men are like our curtains at their best, To make us sleep, or hinder us from light: Troublers of nature, children of the West, Haters of sense, adopted sons of night, In whom the wise both sorrow and delight. Yet were there not such vegetals the while, What had the wiser sort whereat to smile? Th. Storer. Renowned Picus of Mirandula, Hated the substance of a Clergy man That was unlettered, and made a law, An ignorant which never had began To seek, or after seeking never scan. Some part of somewhat that might wisdom bring, Should be accounted but a living thing. Idem. The noble Tichobraghe for whose dear sake All Denmark is in admirations love: In deep regard such difference doth make Between those men whose spirits soar above, And those base essents which only move. That in his isle's Horizon he admits No cloudy Meteors of such foggy wits. Idem. Of Beasts. The multitude to Jove a suit imparts, With neighing, blaying, braying, and barking, Roaring and howling, for to have a king. A king in language theirs they said they would, (For then their language was a perfect speech) The birds likewise which chirpes and puing could, Cackling and chattering, that of Jove beseech, Only the owl still warned them not to seek. So hastily, that, which they would repent, But saw they would, and he to deserts went. jove wisely said (for wisdom wisely says) O Beasts take heed what you of me desire, Rulers will think all things made them to please, And soon forget the swinke due to their hire, But since you will part of my heavenly fire, I will you lend, the rest yourselves must give, That it both seen and felt may with you live. Full glad they were, and took the naked spirit Which straight the earth ycloathed in his clay: The lion heart; the ounce gave active might. The Horse good shape; the Sparrow lust to play, Nightingale voice, enticing songs to say. Elephant gave a perfect memory, And Parrot ready tongue that to apply. The fox gave craft; the dog gave flattery, Ass patience; the Mole a working thought: ●agle high thought, wolf secret cruelty, Monkey sweet breath; the Cow her fair eyes brought The Ermion whitest skin, spotted with nought. The sheep mild seeming face, climbing the bear, The Stag did give the harme-eschuing fear. The Hare her sleights, the Cat his melancholy, ●nt industry, and Conny skill to build: ●anes order; storks to be appearing holy. chameleon ease to change, duck ease to yield, crocodile tears, which might be falsely spilled. Ape greeting gave, though he did mowing stand, The instrument of instruments the hand. S. Phil. Sidney. Preparations for defence. ●me built the breaches of their broken town, ●hat heaven and Panimire had broken down. ●me other found a cautel 'gainst the ram, To save the wall unbroken where it came. Thus jacob's towns on all sides had their flanks With Gabions strong, with bulwarks and with banks. Some others busy went and came in routs, To Terrace Towers, some under baskets louts. Some others also wanting time and might To strength their towns, yet used all kind of slight To dig up ditches deep for cisterns good, To draw to them the best and nearest flood. Th. Hudson. *— The hidden love that now adays doth hold, The steel and loadstone, Hydrargire and gold. The Amber and straw; that lodgeth in one shell, Pearle-fish and Sharpling: and unites so well Sargons' and goats, the Sperage and the Rose, Th'elm and the Vine, th'olive and myrtle bush Is but a spark or shadow of that love, Which at the first in every thing did move. When as the earth's Muses with harmonious sound, To heavens sweet music humbly did resound. But Adam being chief of all the strings Of this large Lute, ore-retched, quickly brings All out of tune: and now for melody Of warbling charms, it yells so hideously That it affrights fell Enynon, who turmoils To raise again th'old Chaos antic broils. I. Syl. *— Holy Nectar that in heavenly bowers Eternally selfe-powring Hebe powers. Or blessed Ambrosia, God's immortal fare. Idem. * O who shall show the countenance and gestures Of mercy and justice? which fair sacred sisters With equal poise do ever balance even, Th'unchanging projects of the king of heaven. Th'one stern of look, the other mild aspecting, Th'one pleased with tears, th'other blood affecting. Th'one bears the sword of vengeance unrelenting, Th'other kings pardon, for the true repenting. The one earths Eden, Adam did dismiss, Th'other hath raised him to a higher bliss. Idem. * Day hath his golden Sun, her moon the night, Her fixed and wandering stars, the azure sky: So framed all by their creator's might, That still they live and shine, and near shall die. Till in a moment with the last days brand They burn, and with them, burn earth, sea and land. Ed. Fairfax. — The wolf the trembling sheep pursues, The crowing cock the lion stout eschews. The pullen hide them from the puttock's flight, The mastiffs mute at the Hyaena's sight. Yea, who would think of this fell enmities? Rage in the senseless trunks of plants and trees. The Vine, the coal, the Colewort Sow bread dreeds, The fern abhors the hollow waving Reeds. The olive and the oak participate, Even to their earth, signs of their ancient hate. Which suffers not (o date less discord) th'one Live in that ground, where th'other first hath grown. I. Syl. So at the sound of Wolfe-drums rattling thunder, Th'affrighted sheepskin drum doth rend in sunder. So that fell monsters twisted entrail cuts By secret power the poor lambs twined guts. Which after death in stead of bleating mute, Are taught to speak upon an ivory Lute. And so the princely eagle's ravening plumes, The feathers of all other fowl consumes. Idem. *— There the tree from of whose trembling top, Both swimming shoals and flying troops do drop. I mean the tree now in Juturna growing, Whose leaves dispersed by Zephyrs wanton blowing, Are metamorphosed both in form and matter, On land to fowls, to fishes on the water. Idem. *— The partridge new hatched bears On her weak back, her parent's house, and wears In stead of wings, a beaver rupple down Follows her dam, through furrows up and down▪ Idem. *— We see the new fallen silly lamb Yet stained with blood of his distressed dam, Knows well the wolf, at whose fell sight he shakes, And right the teat of th'unknown ewe he takes. Idem. Furies. Allecto, sad Megaera, and Thesiphon, The night's black saunghters grim-faced Furies sad. Stern Pluto's posts. I. Sylvester. Nepenthe. Nepenthe is a drink of sovereign grace, Devised of the Gods for to assage Hearts grief, and bitter gall away to chase, Which stir up anguish and contentious rage, In stead thereof, sweet peace and quiet age, It doth establish in the troubled mind Few men but such as sober are and sage, Are by the Gods to drink thereof assigned, But such as drink, eternal happiness do find. Ed. Sp. — Nepenthe enemy to sadness, Repelling sorrows, and repeating gladness. Elyxer that excels, Save men or angels, every creature else. I. Syl. Of echo. Th'airs daughter echo haunting woods among, A blab that will not (cannot keep her tongue) Who never asks, but ever answers all, Who lets not any her in vain to call. Idem. Of the Marigold. The Marigold so likes the lovely sun, That wh●n he sets, the other hides his face: And when he 'gins his morning course to run, She spreads abroad, and shows her greatest grace. T. Watson. Of the Eagle. No bird but Jove's can look against the sun. Idem. — envies bird must say when all is done, No bird but one is sacred to the sun. Idem. Hercules' Labours. Beast, Snake, boar, Stag, Birds, Belt, planks, Bull, Thief, fruit, Dog Diomedes, Choked, scared, paunched, caught, pierced, prized, Washed, thrown, slain, pulled, chained, horsed. W. Warner. Nilus. Great Nilus' land, where rain doth never fall. T. Hudson. There quakes the plant, which in Pudefetan Is called the shamefaced, for ashamed of man, If toward it one do approach too much, It shrinks the boughs, to shun our hateful touch. As if it had a soul, a sense, and sight, Subject to shame, fear, sorrow and despite. I. Sylvester. Of Acheron. Rude Acheron, a loathsome lake to hell, That boils and bubs up swelth as black as hell. Where grisly Charon at their fixed tide Still ferries ghosts unto the farther side. M. Sackuile. Echidna. Echidna is a monster direful dread, Whom Gods do hate and heavens abhor to see: So hideous is her shape, so huge her head, That even the hellish fiends affrighted be At sight thereof, and from her presence fly. Yet did her fair and former parts profess, A fair young maiden, full of comely glee: But all her hinder parts did plain express, A monstrous Dragon, full of fearful ugliness. Ed. Spencer. 4. Cardinal virtues. Andronica that wisely sees before, And Phronesis the judge, and chaste Drucilla, And she that boldly fights for virtues lore, Descending from the Romine race Camilla. S. I. Harrington. Of the Eagle. The Cedar-building Eagle bears the wind, And not the Falchon, though both hawks by kind. That Kingly bird doth from the clouds command The fearful fowl that moves but near the land. M. Dray. Phoenix. — The bird of fame That still renews itself and never dies, And only one in all the world there flies. S. I. Harrington. * Of all chaste birds the phoenix doth excel, Of all strong beasts the lion bears the bell: Of all sweet flowers, the Rose doth sweetest smell. Of all pure metals gold is only purest, Of all the trees the Pine hath highest crest. Of all proud birds the Eagle pleaseth Jove, Of pretty fowls kind Venus likes the dove, Of trees Minerva doth the olive move. T. Lodge. * Who holdeth league with Neptune and the wind? S. Dan. The phoenix gazeth on the suns bright beams, The Echinaeus swims against the streams. R. Greene. Impossibilities. He that the number of the leaves could cast, That in November falls by winter's blast: He that could tell the drops of rain and sleet, That Hyad, Orion, or Pleyiades weet. Sheds on the ground that man might only tell, What tears from judith's eyes incesssant fell. Th. Hudson. — Like coruive who forgot His Proper name; or like George Trapezunce, Learned in youth, and in his age a dunce. I. Syl. The firmament shall retrograde his course, Swift Euphrates go hide him in his source: Firm mountains skip like lambs beneath the deep, Eagles shall dive, whales in the air shall keep. Ere I presume with finger's end to touch, Much less with lips the fruit forbidden too much. I. Sylvester. Fly from thy channel, Thames forsake thy streams, Leave the Adamant Iron, Phoebus lay thy beams. Cease heavenly spheres, at last your watery work Betray your charge, return to Chaos dark. At least some ruthless tiger hang her whelp, My Catisbye so with some excuse to help, M. M. Ceston. That girdle gave the virtue of chaste love, And wivehood true to all that did it bear: But whosoever contrary doth prove, Might not the same about her middle wear, But it would lose or else asunder tear, Whilom it was (as fairies wont report) Dame Venus' girdle by her esteemed dear What time she used to live in wively sort. But laid aside when so she used her sport. Her husband Vulcan whilom for her sake, When first he loved her with heart entire, This precious ornament they say did make. And wrought in Lemnos with unquenched fire, And afterward did for her first loves hire, Give it to her for ever to remain, Therewith to bind lascivious desire, And lose affections straightly to restrain, Which virtue it for ever did retain. This goodly Belt, was Ceston called by name. Ed. Spencer. * The noble lion never slays the least, But always prays upon some worthy beast. The thunder throws his sulphured shafts adown, On Atlas' high, or cold Riphins crown. The tempest fell more fervently doth fall On houses high, then on the homely hall. Th. Hudson. * Saturn taught men untaught before, to ear the lusty land, And how to pierce the pathless air with shafts from bowmans' hand. God Dis did quail to see his gold so fast conveyed from hell, And fishes quaked, when men in ships amidst their floods did dwell. W. Warner. Twelve foul faults. A wise man living like a drone, an old man not devout, Youth disobedient, rich men that are charity without: A shameless woman, vicious Lords, a poor man proudly stout. Contentious Christians, Pastors, that their functions do neglect, A wicked King, no discipline, no laws men to direct, Are twelve the foulest faults that most all commonwealths infect. W. Warner. Engines of war. — The engineers have the Trepan dressed, And reared up the ram for battery best. Here bends the Briccoll while the Cable cracks, There crossbows were uprent with iron racks. Here crooked corvies fleeing Bridges tall, Their scatheful Scorpions that ruins the wall, On every side they raise with jointure meet, The timber towers for to command the street. The painful pioneers wrought against their will, With fleakes and Faggots, ditches up to fill. Th. Hudson. *— The happy Arabs those that builds In thatched Wagons wandering through the fields. The subtle Tirians they who first were clerks, That stayed the wandering words in leaves and barks. Idem. * At Babel first confused tongues of every language grew. W. Warner. — Idolatry did grow * From Ninus first, he first a Monarchy did frame. Idem. * Lord Dane the same was called them, to them a pleasing name, Now odiously Lordan say we, when idle mates we blame. Idem. * The Turtle that is true and chaste in love, Shows by her mate something the spirit doth move. The Arabian bird that never is but one, Is only chaste because she is alone. But had our mother Nature made them two, They would have done as doves and sparrows do. But therefore made a Martyr in desire, And doth her penance lastly in the fire. M. Drayton. * I cast not with fools, suffer Saints, let mighty fools be mad, Note, Seneca by news done for precepts, penance had. W. Warner. * The Roman widow died when she beheld Her son, whom erst she counted slain in field. G. Gascoigne. Rivers. Fair Danubie is praised for being wide, Nilus commended for the sevenfold head: Euphrates for the swiftness of the tide, And for the garden whence his course is led, The banks of Rhine with Vines are overspread. Take Loire and Po, yet all may not compare With English Thamesis for buildings rare. Th. Storer. FINIS. Fame's windy trump blew up this haughty mind To do or wish, to do what here you find: 'twas ne'er held error yet in errant Knights (Which privilege he claims) to dress their fights In high hyperboles: for youth's example, To make their minds, as they grow men, grow ample. Thus such achievements are assayed and done As pass the common power and sense of man. Then let high spirits strive to imitate, Not what he did, but what he doth relate.