I s taphes mettes ial) Eeprfats LIBRARY UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA SAN DIEGO 1 EX LIDFLIS DON CAMERON ALLEN o " SSSSS * BARNABE ^GOOGE Eglogs, Epytaphes, and Sonettes THREE COPIES ONLY AT PRESENT KNOWN FROM THE COPY IN THE POSSESSION OF HENRY HUTH, ESQRE. EDITED BY EDWARD ARBER F.S.A. ETC. LATE EXAMINER IN ENGLISH LANGUAGE AND LITERATURE TO THE UNIVERSITY OP LONDON LONDON CONSTABLE AND COMPANY LTD. 1910 CONTENTS CONTENTS, ..... FIRST LINES, ; Notes of the Life and Writings of BARNABE GOOGE, INTRODUCTION, .... BIBLIOGRAPHY, .... 4 5 15 iS iZrlogttrs, Epitaphs, antr Sonnets, 19 L [A dedicatory Poem by] ALEXANDER NEVILLE, . 21 ii. Googe's profe dedication to WILLIAM LOVELACE, Efq., Reader of Gray's Inn, .... 24 iii. L. BLUNDESTON'S [profe Addrefs] to the Reader, dated 27 May 1562, ..... 26 iv. The [poetical] Preface of L. BLUNDESTON, . 28 Egloga prima. Speakers, DAPHNES and AMINTAS. . 31 Egloga fecunda. DAM ETAS. ... 36 Egloga tertia. MENALCAS and CORIDON. . 38 Egloga quarto. MELIBEUS and PALEMON. . 43 Egloga quinta. MOPSUS and EGON. . 47 Egloga jexta. FELIX and FAUSTUS. . 51 Egloga feptima. SILVANUS. SIRENUS. & SELGOVIA. 56 Egloga octaua. CORIDON and CORNIX. . 62 i. Of Lord SHEFFIELD'S death. ... 69 I. Of Matter SHELLEY, (lain at MuffelburgL . . 70 3. Of Mafter THOMAS PHAER. . . 72 4. Of NICHOLAS GRIMAOLD. . . 73 Sonnets* 1. To Mafter ALEXANDER NOWELL. . , 75 2. To Doctor BALLE. . "". . . . 76 3. To Mafter EDWA.RD COBHAM. ... 77 CONTENTS. 4. Of EDWARDS of the Chapel. . . 5. To L. BLUNDESTON. 6. The Anfwer of L. BLUNDESTON to the fame. 7. To ALEXANDER NEVILLE. 8. ALEXANDER NEVILLE'S anfwer to the fame. 9. To Mafter HENRY COBHAM. Of the mojl blejj'edjla e of life- 10. To ALEXANDER NEVILLE. Of the bleffed ftate of h that feels not the force of Cupid' s flames. 11. ALEXANDER NEVILLE'S anfwer to the fame. 12. To Miftrefs A. .... 13. To GEORGE HOLMEDEN. Of a running head. 14. To the tranflation of Pallingenius' [Zodiac of Life}. 15. The Heart abfent. .... 1 6. To ALEXANDER NEVILLE. . . 17. The anfwer of A. NEVILLE to the fame. . 18. To Miftrefs D. [i.e. Mary Darrell], 19. Out of an old Poet. . . . 20. [The Fly and the Candle]. . 91. [Untitled Sonnet]. .... 22. [Untitled Sonnet]. ... 23 . Out of fight, out of mind. ... 24. [Apofy]. ..... 25. [Another pofy]. .... 26. Of the unfortunate choice of his Valentine. . 27. The uncertainty of life. . . . 28. A Refufal. ..... 29. Of Miftrefs D. S. [? DARRELL of Scotney} 30. Of Money. ..... 31. Going towards Spain. . . . 32. At Bonivall in France. . . . 33. Coming homewards out of Spain. . . 34. To L. BLUNDESTON. O/ Ingratitude. 35. The anfwer of L. BLUNDESTON to the fame. 36. To the tune of Appelles. . . . COXOPHON and Faultes efcaped, &c. 79 80 81 Si 82 84 86 86 87 89 90 9i 92 92 92 93 93 94 95 96 96 97 99 99 100 100 101 102 102 IO4 105 107 128 4 FIRST LINES OF THE POEMS CONTAINED IN THIS WORK. By Battta&e (ffiooge. ECLOGUES. 1. SythPhebus now begins to flame, Ofrende Amintasdeare. . 31 s. My beasts, gofede vpon ye plaine, and let your herdman lye. , 36 3. A pleasaunt -wether Coridon, andfytte to kepe thefyelde. . 38 4. O God, that guyds ye golden Globe, -wher shinyng shapes do dwel. 43 5. Som doleful thing there is at hand thy countenaunce doth declare. 47 6. O Faustus, whom aboue the rest, of Shephardes here that kepe. . 51 7. Sirenus shephard good and thou, that hast yll lucke in loue. . 56 8. Now ragethe Titanfyerce aboue ; his Beames on. earth do beate. 62 EPITAPHS. 9. When brutysh broyle, and rage of war in Clownysh hat ts began. 69 10. Wan Mars had moved mortall hate and forced fumys h heate. . 70 11. The hawtye verse, yat Maro wrote made Rome to wonder muche. 72 IB. Beholde thisfletyng world how al things fade. . . 73 SONNETS, &>c. 13. Accuse not God, yf fancie fond, do mane thyfoolysh brayne. . 97 14. Asoftaslremembrewithmyself. . , . .86 15. Devyne Camenes that with your sacred food. . . 79 16. Farewell thoufertyll soyle, that Brutus fyrst outfounde. . 100 17. Fye,fye, I lathe to speake wylt thou my lust. . . 93 18. Gyue Money me, take Frendshyp who so lyst. . . 100 19. Good aged Bale, that with thy hoary heares. . . .76 20. If thou canst banish Idleness, Cupidoes bowe is broke. , . 92 21. Not from the high Citherion Hyll, nor from that Ladies throne. 92 22. No vayner thyng ther can be found antyd this vale of stryfe. . 98 23. O fond Affection, wounder of my Hart. ... 101 34. Olde Socrates, whose wysdome dyd excell. . . 77 25. Ons musynge as I sat, and candle bumynge bye. . . 93 26. O ragyng Seas, and myghty Neptunes rayne. . . 102 2.7. Synce I so long haue lyved in pain, and burnt for loue of the. . 87 28. Some men be countydwyse, that well can talke. . .80 29. Swete Muse tell me, wher is my hart becom. . . ,91 30. Syth Fortune fauoures not and al thyngs backward go. . 99 31. Thy fy led war des yat from thy mouth did flow. . . 99 32. The greatest vyce that happens -unto men. . , .89 33. The happyest lyfe that here we haue. . . .84 34. The labour swete, that I sustaynde in the. 90 35. The lytell Byrde, the tender Marlyon. . . . 102 36. The lytell Fysh, that in the streme doth fleet. . .81 37. The Muses ioye, and well they may to se. . . . 75 38. The oftner sene, the more I lust. . . . .96 39. The paynes that all tht Furyes fell can cast from Lymbo lake. . 97 401 The rushyng Ryuers that do run. .... 105 41. Two Lynes shall tell the Gryefe that I by Loue sustayne. , 97 42. Vnhappye tonge, -why dydste thou not consent. . .95 43. When 1 do heare thy name, alas my Jiart doth ryse. . . 94 CUPIDO CONQUERED. 44. The sweetest time of al the yeare it was when as the Sonne. . 107 3L. BlunUcston. 45. Affections seekes hygh honours frayle estate. . . .81 46. The^ sences dull of my appalled Muse. . . .28 47. This mirrour left of this thy Byrde I fynde. ... 104 Slmtrtier $trfrille. 48. It is not cursed Cupids Dart; nor Venus cancred spyght. . 89 49. The lack of labour mayms the mind. . . .92 50. The Mountaines hie, the blustryng winds I the fluds, ye Rocks withstand. . . . . . .21 51. The plunged mind in fluds of griefs, the Sences drowned quyght. 86 NOTES of the LIFE and WRITINGS of BARNABE GOOGE. His furname is alfo varioufly fpelt Cache, Goghe, Goucht, &c. There was printed at Venice an undated Latin satirical poem in twelve books named after the signs of the Zodiac. Zodiacus [? 1535 1539] Vitapukherrimmo opus atque utilissimum, Marcelli Pal- ingenii stellati Poetee ad illustrissimum Ferraria Ducem Hercules secundemfeliciter incipit. The dedication to Hercules II. d'Este, who was Duke of Ferrara between i Nov. 1534 3 Oct. 1559, fixes the date of the impression, to which Thomas Scauranus prefaced a few verses. Mar- cellus Palingenius is believed to be an anagram for Pietro Angelo Manzolli, an Italian, respecting whose life very little is known. We have printed Googe's own account of him at p. 13. Despite its being put on the Index by the Council of Trent; more than twenty editions of this celebrated Invective have been published in Latin and other languages : including two Latin edi- tions at Basle in 1552 and 1557, which Googe may have used in his transla- tion and another at London in 1579. 1553. FEB. 20. Thomas Kirchmeyer or Naogeorgus [6. 1511 d. 29 Dec 1 1563] was the author of another anti-Papist invective inverse, entitled Regni Pafiis tici, the preface of which is dated ao Feb., JUNE, and the imprint June 1553. 1558. $ob. \J. ISlijafaetl) gumrts to tfje tfn-otu. 1559- SEPT. A second edition of Regni Papistici is published at Basle. Nov. 24. The date of Gasper Heywood's poetical preface to his trans- lation of Seneca's Thyestes, the printing of which was finished on 25 March 1560. In this preface, he supposes himself to meet Seneca, while in a dream, whom he thus addresses. [The allusions are important as showing the rage for translating then prevailing; and also as virtually announcing Googe's translation, no portion of which had as yet ap- peared.] A labour long (quoth I) it is that riper age dopthe craue And who shall trauaile in thy bookes, more iudgement ought to haue Then /.' whose greener yeares thereby no thanks may hope to wynne. Thou seest dame Nature yet hath sette no heares -vppon my chynne Craue this therefore oj grauer age, and men of greater skill Full many be that better can, and some perhapps that -will. But yf thy will be rather bent a yong mans witt to proue, And thinkit that elder lerned men perhaps it shall behoue, Jn tvoorks ofwaight to spende theyr tyme, goe wliere Mineruaes men, And finest -mitts doe swarme: whome she hath taught to passe with pen, In Lyncolnes Inne and Temples twayne, Grayes Inne and other mo, Ti c-u shall themfynde whose paynfull pen thy -verse shall flourishe so, That Melpomen thou wouldst well -weene had taught them for to wright, And all their -woorks -with stately style, and goodly grace fendite, There shalt thou see the selfe same Northe, -whose woorke his witte displayes, A nd Dyall dothe of Princes paynte, and preache abroad his pray se. There Sackuyldes Sonet ts sweetely sauste, and featly fyned bee, There Norton's ditties do delight, there Yeluertons dooflee Well pewrde -with pen: suche yong men three, as weene thou mightest agayne t To be begotte as Pallas was, ofmightie loue his brayne. Tlten heare thou slialt a great reporte of Baldwyns worthie natnt Whose Myrrour doth of Magistrates, proclayme eternallfante. And there the gentle Blunduiltt is by name arid eke by kynde. 6 NOTES OF THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF B. GooGE. Ofivhome -we learne by Plutarches lore, whatfrute by Foes tofynde, There Bauande bydes, that turnde his toyle a Common welthe to frame, And greater grace in Englyshe genes, to ivoorthy authors name, There Googe a gratefull gaynes hath gotte, reporte that runneth ryfe Who crooked Compasse dot he describe, and Zodiake of lyfe. And yet great nombre more, "whose names yf I shottlde now resight, A ten tymes greater woorke then thine, I should beforste to ivright. BARNABY GOOGE, son of Robert Googe, esq. recorder of Lincoln, by Margaret his wife, daughter of Sir John Mantell, was born in or about 1540, at Alvingham, Lincolnshire. He was some time a member of Christ's College in this university, but does not appear to have graduated here. He was also of New College, Oxford. Upon leaving college, he travelled through France to Spain By his wife he had issue Matthew ; Thomas ; Robert, Fellow of All Souls' College, Oxford ; Barnaby, master of Magdalen College, Cambridge; Francis; William; Anne; Mary. Cooper. Athen. Cantab, ii. 39. Ed. 1858. 1559. The first of the translations of Seneca ; Troas , by T. Hey- wood, published. 1560. APR. or MAY. There is the following entry in the Stationer's Registers " Recevyd of Raufe newbery, for his lycense for printing of a boke called pallengenius, and he geveth to the howse . . iiij d " J. P. Collier. Extracts, &>c. \. 26. Ed. 1848. This was The First thre Bakes of the most Christian poet Marcellus Palingenius called THE ZODIAKE OF LIFE Newly translated out of Latin into Englysh. This edition, which we have been unable to see, Mr. Collier states, in Bibliographical Catalogue, "This is one of the rarest poetical works in our language : we never had an opportunity of seeing more than the exemplar before us, and our belief is that only one other copy is in existence." ii. 88. Ed. 1865. Mr. Collier also states that it is dedicated to his grand- mother lady Hales, and also to William Cromer, Thomas Hpnywood and Ralph Heimund Esquires. Herbert states that he styles this piece, ' the first frutes of his study.'/. 767. It likewise contains the following initial poems [which we here print from the next edition of 1561] : 8Tije Preface. When as syr Phebe with, backward course, the horned gate had caugh ', And had the place from whence lie turnes his lofty face out sought : Amid the entraunce of the grades ofCapricorne he stode, A nd distant far from him away was Marce "with fiery mode, He lackd th[e] aspect of mighty loue and Venus pleasaunt lake With beames he could not broilefrom hie for heat his Globe forsake. Old Saturne then aloft did lie, with lusty riueledface: And with a backward course he rannefrom out the tiuinnes apace, A nd towardes the Bull he gan to driue intending there to rest, His croked crabbed cankerd limmes in louely Venus nest. With frosen face about he loked and vile deformed hewe, And downe the boysterous Boreas sent in euery coste that blewe, Who spoylde the pleasant trees of leaf e, byreft the ground ofgrene, That life in springing springs or plants might no where now be sene : The liuely sappe forsake the bowgh and depe the rote it held And spoyling frutes the flak ey snowes on tender bowes they dweld. When down amongest my bakes I sate and close I crcntchedfor cold, Fayre Ladyes nyne with stately steps alofe I might behold, In mantels gyrt of comely grace, and bakes in hand they bare. With Laurell leafe theyr heades were crownd, a sight to me but rare. I saw them come and vp 1 rose, as dewty moued to tneete These learned Nimphes, and down I fall before theyr comely feete. With rosey lippes and shining face and Melpomen her name, This ladyfyrst began to sfieake, and tJms her ivordes to frame. Stand vp yong man, quoth she, dispatch, and take thy pen in hand, Wryte than the ciuil warres and broyle in auncient Latines land. NOTES OF THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF B. GOOGE. Reduce to English sence she said, the lofty L ucanes -verse The cruel channce and dolfuH end ofCesars state rehearse. Maddam (quoth Vrany) with that, in this you do me wrong To motie my man to serue yoiir turns that hath profesd of lang, And vmved his yeares with tne to serue in secreat motions hie, To beat his brain in searching forth the rowlinges of the sky. Nay rather take in hand quod she, (and on me ful she lakes) With English rime to bring to light Aratus worthy bakes. Describe the whirling spheares aboue and mouinges every one, How forced about from East to West from West to East they gone. Aratus verse wii shew the plain how Circles al they run Ho^v glides ye course thorow croked line of Phebe the shining sun. Wheras the fixed Poles do stay, and where the snake doth crepe, In heauens hie among the North where beares theyr course do kept By this (quoth she) thou shalt receiue immortal fame at last. Much more then if thou shouldst declare those bloudy bankets past. These wordes declard wyth pleasaunt voyce, this Lady held her peace. And forth before them all I saw the loueliest Lady prease : Of stature tal, and Venus face, she semde me thought to haue And Calliope she called was with verse that wrytes so graue, Sisters quod she and Ladies all oflozte his mighty line, To whom no art doth lie vnknowne that heare we may define' Chefe patrons of the Poets pore, and aiders of their verse, Without whose help their simple heds would nothyng well rehearse, I am become a suter here to you my Ladies all. For him thai heare before you standes as vnto learning thrall, A Poet late I had whose pen, did tread the crabbed wayes, Ofvertuous life, declaring how that men shoulde spend theyr daies. In Romish lande he lined longs, and Palingen his name It was. Whereby he got him selfe an euerlasting fame Of them that learned be. But of the meane and ruder sorte He Hues vnknowne and lackes therby his tuste and right reports. Wlterfore my sute is to you all graunte me this wyght a while, That standeth heare that he may turne my Pastes stately style, To Vulgar speche in natiue tounge : that all may vnderstande. To this they all agreed and sayed, take thou that worcke in hande. A mased then I answered thus good ladies al (quoth I) Whose Clientes fame, for euer flies and name can neuer dye Retume your sentence late pronounced call back your wordes agaynt, And let not me take that in hande that I can not attayne. In Englande here a hundred headdes more able nowe therebe, Thys same to doe : then chose tJte beste and let the worsts go free. Best you doe so then that my verse receaue immortall shame, When I shall pay : e the price ofpaynes with hasarde of my name. With this they all began tofrowne and wholy with on\e\ voice, Take thou this same in hande thei crie, thou hast none other c/toyse. And fast away from me thei fling; as halfe in angry moode Thei lefte me thus in wofull case : whereas a while I stoode, And mused what I best might do, at last my pen I tooke Commaunded thus to English heare, this famous Poets books. Now since that I haue thus begunne, you (learned) I requyre : With your dispraise or great dysdaine quenche not this kyndledfyre : But gene me rather cause to ende, this worke so late begonne, So shall I thinke and well bestowde my paynes when all is done. C 5Tt) boob* to tf)e reafcet. W' Ho sekes to shun ye shattring sails of mighty Momus mast, Must not attempt ye sugred seas, where muses ancourcast. For Momus there doth ryde atflote, with scomefull tonges yfrag ht : With cancred cracks ofwrathfull words he keeps the passage strayght. That none without disdaine may passe where muses nauie lies, But straight on them with irrful mode the scornful God hejlies. 8 NOTES OF THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF B. GOOGE. Since none may scape, I am not he, that can my self assure : Through surging seas ofdepe disdaine my passage to procure. But am content for to receiue reproche at Momus Jiand : Syth none there is, that may the nose ofRhynocere withstand. The learned wyttes I heare requyre with rigour not to iudge The common sort I noughte esteme unskilful though they grudge. Nor few of them can hold tJieyr peace butfinde them seines a doe, In vewing workes as he that sought, to mende Appelles shoe. Both series I wish if that they would contented to remaine, Andbeare the yueaknes of my wit and not therat disdaine. 1561. In this year there appeared the second edition of Googe's translation of the Zodiacus Vittf, containing the first six books, see/. 90. and also the following poem, which Mr. Col- lier states is not in the first edition. T F Chaucer nowe shoulde Hue, whose eloquence deuine, JL Hath paste ye poets al that came ofauncieut Brutus lyne, If Homere here might dwell, whose praise the Grekes resoiinde IfVergile might his yeares renewe, ifOuide myght befoundel All these myght well be sure theyr matcJtes here tofynde. So much dothe England florishe now with men of Muses kynde. Synce these might find their -mates, what shame shall this my rymt Receaue, that thus I publishe here in such a perlous tyme? A Poet ones there lyued, and Cherill was hys name : Who thought of Alexanders actes to make immortal fame. Bredde -up in Pegase house, ofPoetes aunciente bloude: A thmtsande verses yll he made, and none but seuen good. Sythe Homer, Virgile, and the rest maye here theyr matches see '. Lett Cherill not thereat disdayne, he shall be matched with me. For eche good verse he dydreceyue apeece of golde (I trowe) For eche yll verse the kynge did bydde his eare shoulde fele a blowe. Though I presume with him as mate coeqnall to remaine: Yet stake I not herein to be copartener ofhisgayne. FINIS. The above three poems are omitted in all subsequent editions. The Epitaph on Phaer was probably written before Googe went abroad. 1561-2. * WINTER. It is apparent from the allusions on /. 29, that Googe went towards Spain about this time, leaving these Eglogs, &>c. in the hands of his friend Blundeston. 1562. PENTECOST [MAY 17 &c.] Blundeston writes his poetical preface. See JW. 28-30. MAY 27. He writes his prose preface at //. 26, 27, and leaves all with the printer. 1562-3 ? WINTER. Googe reacheshome from Spain, while Blundeston is aw.iy from London. /. 25; on whose return, he is astonished to learn that his poems are in the printer's hands, and the paper provided for the impression. Yielding at length to his friend's persuasion he suffers them to appear : finishing^ Cupidds conquered as he states at /. 1533. MAR. 15. 25. The printing is therefore finished on 15 March 1563, as stated on the Title at/. 19, and Colophon at/. 128. APR. 28. Alexander Neville's translation of Seneca's CEdipus, is finished by T. Colwell, who also printed these Eglogs, &f>c. We now come to the story of Googe's love, troublous courtship and mar- riage. There are traces at //. 87, 99 of an earlier and unrequited at- tachment to Mistress A., previous to his voyage to Spain, but it is his winning of Mary Darrell with which we have now to do. Some preliminary facts must be first touched upon. What had occurred prior, we are unable to say. Only one short poem to Maystresse D[arrell] occurs in this collection (i.e. before March 1563): and that is marked by the most delicate respectfulness: but the strange struggle of the two Kentish families with Cecil and Archbishop Parker came about NOTES OF THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF B. GOOGE. g in this way. John Lennard, Esq. [3. 1509 d. 12. Mar. 1590. set. 81] of Chevening, (N.E. of Tunbridge Wells), was a. rich prosperous man of 54 years of age, Prothonotary of the Common Pleas, and possessed of many lands and manors in four other counties besides Kent. [Hasted's Kent. i. 359-360. Ed. 1778.] The elder of his two sons, Sampson Lennard [6. 1545 d. 20 Sept. 1615] aged 18, was head over ears in love with Mary DarrelL Now the Darrell family, originally from Yorkshire, lived at Scotney, a manor house in Lamber- hurst parish, which is the southernmost parish of that county and adjoins Sussex. They were of lesser note and wealth than the Lennards. Thomas Darrell had married twice. By his first wife, he had a daughter: by his second, Mary Roydon, daughter of Roydon Esq of East Peckham, he had one son, Henry : and four daughters, Mary, Googe s sweetheart ; Eleanor Frances ; and Margaret. [Hasted's Kent. ii. 380. Ed. 1782] Googe had been a long time a visitor at Scotney, certainly before the publication of this work, as the poem above referred to witnesses : but he does not seem to have betrothed himself till the summer of this year. The curious correspondence on this subject opens first with the two following tetters from Sir William Cecil, the drafts of which corrected by him, are in Jhe State Paper Office. 1563. OCT. i. Mem. of my Master's letters to Mr Lennard for Bar. Googe. Mr Lennard I haue ben certifyed by Googe who being my ser- vant is also my kinsman that whereas there hath of late passed an agreement between him and the daughter of Mr Thomas Darrell in Kent as concerning marriage having her friends consent herein as I understand by her fathers letters written vnto him which I have read and being thoroughly at a poynt for all things between them He hath of late by your means been hindered to his great grief as also against all due order of well using whereby he hath declared vnto me that minding to do vnto him so great an iniury your opinion is that he is vtterly destitute of friends and that I make no other account of him but as of one of my men. Whereas I esteeme him as my near kinsman and so he shalbe sure to find me in any reasonable case Wherefore I pray you herrin to vse him no otherwise than one whom I well esteem. I haue seen the letters that haue passed between her father and him as also her own letters whereby the matter is made clear vnto me that she hath fully assured herself vnto him." Knowing what we do of Sir William Cecil's soundness of judgment : the circumstances must have been very strong in favour of Googe before he could have thus written : and as also in the following letter to Mr Darrell. "After my very hearty commendations. Where as I understand that Googe my servant hath been a sutor to your daughter moved chiefly as I take it by the virtuous report of her and the friendly entertainment that he found at your hands, as both by his information and certain your letters written to him I understand since he hath so far provided that there hath assurance passed between them evidently to be proved by his allegation and her own letters. These shall be to require you not to go about to break the bond so perfectly knit between them, whereof you have been so long a favorer. Considering that you knew as well his estate for living at the first as at any time since and allthough his living be not great ye shall not need to fear that he lacketh friends and wellwishers. Being both my kinsman and my servant. Thus I require you to show him such friendship as you have done before as you would require any frendship at my hands. I haue thought to haue written to my Lord of Canterbury to have made an end of the matter but I trust my letters to you in this case shall be sufficient." Mr Lennard's own reply to the Secretary of State's request, is now Lansdowne MS. 7. p. 79-8 3. 1563. Nov. 10. My duety done vnto your honor. Your lettre directed to me touching master Googe was delyvered a moneth after the date thereof to a boye of my howse by a p'.oughe boy. The cause not yours but master Googes. I hasted the lesse to sende the answer for lacke of his messenger : The matter not worth my sending saving to to NOTES OF THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF B. GOOGE. satisfie you The effect of your lettre is that master Googe hath enformed )u that he is hindred by my meanes concerning his manage with master arrell his daughter and that my opinion is that he is destitute of frendes and that you accompte not of him but as of one of your men. Ye write further that the matter is made plaine to you by the maides lettres and her fathers which you haue sene and redde that she hath assured her selfe to master Googe : and in asmuche as it hath pleased you so to put the one side, it occasioneth me to offer to you th[e]other to that ende which els 1 woulde not for the tedyousnes thereof, which may not be shortened. I praie you double not that I haue good will to pleasure any man of yours muche more your honest kyndesinan. There is cause why I shoulde, you being my good Master. But for this marrage I myght and must haue done with honesty as I did, with reuerence I speake it, though it had touched your sonne or the best subiecte in this Realme. I knowe not master Googe who as he hath sclaundered me to you for your accompting of him being hidden to me, so vntruely and scornefully he as one that seemeth to haue a whoote hedde and a sicke braine wrote to me this somer past that by the extreme highte of my promysed mountaines master Darrell had altered his mynde from him and for riches sake ment to matche his daughter with my sonne and that frendes of the best which shoulde be able to beare strooke with the best of his aduersaries shoulde do and write in the cause. He hath allso mysused me in an other lettre the copy is here inclosed. They that knowe him and my sonne thyncke aswell or better of my sonne as of him to all respectes. And there were not cause why I would wyshe my son buryed. Mountaynes be lyke I promysed none, for master Darrell will confesse that he and his wyfe before master Googes sute, were earnest suters to me and that their daughter was as forwarde in desire a! woman hedde would gene leue to matche with my sonne : and that I neve; commended but still disabled my sonne to them all thre and they all thre a: fast habited and commended my sonne. Master Darrell telleth me that vppon your lettre sent to him for master Googe he wrote to you that his promyse his wifes and daughters were past them to me for my sonne before master Googes sute and that the talke which he had with master Googe thereof happened by his mystaking of a lettre of myne. He wrote truely to you therein which clereth me. I had divers talkes with the maide for my sonne in his absence and yet no mo then she was glad of and then delyvered me by her parents. And hereto I call god to witnesse that not withstandyng my obieccions (as of purpose to trye her I moued many to longe to be recyted here that myght haue stayed her from matching with my sonne) so farre was she from a nay that she neuer offred any delay to be my sonnes wif bat was most desirous of it in worde and gesture : so that at our last talke, hearynge her mylde and loving answers will full consent to haue my sonne who I know loved her entierly and therefore I hauing good lyking in me that he shoulde be her husband, nature wrought in me for her to lay my ryght hande on her brest and to speake thus in effecte t/ien I see that with gods heipe thefrute that shall come of this body shall possesse all that I haue, and thereupon I will kyss you. And so in dedel kyssedher. I gaueher after this, silkefor agowne(she neuer wore none so good), and she in token of her good will gave my sonne a handkercher and in affirmance of this her father wrote a letter to me by her consent he saith and that he redde the lettre to her, the copy is here inclosed that declareth her full consent to be my sonnes wife. Master Darrell dwelleth from me nere xx myles a way that I never vsed but for this purpose and then in somer and at my comyng thither at Bar- tholomewetide -last I tulde the parents and maide that I herd say she choulde haue a husband whereat I merveiled considering the talke that h-td past betweene vs. They all thre answered me and others for me very often that it was not so and that master Googe was but a suter To prove that to be true the parents sent me afterward a copy herinclosed of the maides lettre sent to master Googe of late wherein she termeth him to be but a Witer and prayeth him to leue his sute and the parents still say that he hatb NOTES OF THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF B. GOOGE. n no holde of her except that by secrete intysement ageinst their wills he hath caught some worde of her, a thynge odyous to god and not to be favoured by man. Now if the talke that she had with me had beene to my sonne it had ben a full contracte but my sonne being absent it is not soo. Yet is it suche matter as therevpon he myght the rather be a suter as master Googe is for it is no rare thynge for one woman to haue dyvers suters at ones. Thus haue I made you a true discourse of all my doings, which I trust you in whose Judgement I durst put all iny lande, lyving, and lyfe can not iudge to be ageine any due order of well vsing thoughe by master Googes false informaccion ye write in your lettre to me to be ageinst all due order of well vsing. I shouldebe no geyner by this my sonnes matching but should haue forgone a M marks with matching in as good a stocke in the countrey where I dwell, and sithens suche encumbrance is wrought as I perceyue there ys on the maides part who as I here wavereth in this case I and my sonne may with honestie geue vp our sute therein for I were to madde to matche my eldest sonne where any entangling is and no stedfastnes at all I pray you thyncke not that I woulde so do as surely I wolde not for any treasure in this worlde And so I knytte vpp that thoughe she woulde my sonne saieth he will not haue her and I say that he sliall not haue her. Master Googe by fyrst talke with me vppon good cause showed might haue staied my sonnes sute soner then by sawsy lettres some sent by ruffians. Yf I sought to marry a beggers daughter I wolde therein offer her father no despite. Master Darrell sayeth that master Googe vseth him so evell seking aide at his ennemyes hande in the countrey about hira and hath faced him that he wolde tell the Queue of him and that a seriaunt at armes shoulde fetche his daughter from him and that you shoulde fetche her within a month with a number of other straunge dealings which haue troubled the gentle- Mian muche. And so I leave to trouble you Wishinge you increase of honor At Cheve- aing the xth of November 1563. Your seruaunt assuredly to command I. lennard. ENDORSED. To the right honourable and his very good Muster Sir Wil- liam Cecil knyght chefe Secretary to the Queries maiestie. The three enclosures of Mr. Lennard's letter are as follows : ENCLOSURE A. The effect of one of master darells letters sent to master Lennard, which as master Darrell yet sayethehewrateby his daugh- ters consent. Anddydread yt toherandso sent yt to master lennard. After my ryght harty commendations etc. presumynge of youre good wyll and goodnes towardes my daughter mary : althoughe that before yat I moued ye mariage, betwene youre sonne and her I knewe ryght well yat it was my daughters goodwyll and desire to haue it to come to passe : and so moued it by her consent and desire. Yet accordinge to youre godly admoni- tion in youre letter, I haue agayne fully trauayled with her therein: and fynde her moste wyllyng and desirouse to matche with youre sonne, so yat she is truly master Sampsonnes : who shalbe sure to haue of her a louynge and obedient wife, and you and mastres Lennarde an obedient daughter. And although nature myghte moue my tonge and penne, to say and write muche in fauour of my daughter, yet as god shall iudge me in this case, if I knewe any spotte in her I would expresse it to you : she is truly gods ser- uaunt, and I trust yat he wyll so preserue her. &c. &c. Your louynge frend T. Darrell. ENDORSED. A Cofye of ye effect of one of master Darrelles Utters, sent to master Lennard. ENCLOSURE B. A Copye ofMarye Darelles letter sent to master Goge. After my harty commendations gentle master Googe where you haue binne and yet do continue a Sutor to me in ye waye of maryage whereunto nether pre- sentfye I haue nor I am well assured neuer sliall haue, ye good wyll or consent of father nor mother to whome I am both by ye lawe of god and nature bound 12 NOTES OF THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF B. GOOGE. to geue honoure and obedyence, and in no wise wyllyngly to greue 01 offend them. And do well consider yat my chefe obedience and dutye to- wardes them, is to be bestowed in maryage by there consentes, and to there food contentation Assurynge my selfe in meditation and thinkynge hereof ereof yat beynge there obedient chylde and to them most bounden in disobayenge them therein, I shall not only be depriued from yat blessinge, which god hath promised to suche as truly honor there parentes, but allso shalbe assured to fynde and haue ye like disobedience of my chyldren : yf euer god shall geue me any : which by godes grace I wyll eschue. Where- fore I hartely beseche you ientle master Googe, if euer any true loue or goodwyll you haue borne towarde me, cease and leave of from all further sute or meanes to me in this matter, lettynge you to wete yat knowynge my parentes myndes to ye contrarye hereof, I wyll in no wyse match with you in any case. And thus wisshinge to you, in other place to matche accord- ynge to your own hartes desire, and to youre farre greter aduauncemente, I bid you farewell. From my fathers house at Scotney this thursday the. xxth of octobre. Marye Darell. ENDORSED. A Cffye of marye Darrells but sent to master Goge, -verye latelye. ENCLOSURE C. Ryght worshipfull and my louynge frindes I haue receaued youre letters wherein you write yat you perfectly understand ye hole state of ye case yat hath passed betwene master lennard and youre cosinne mary before my acquayntaunce with her, even so have I binne certyfied of a pretye laflynge toye as touchynge a precontracte declarynge at full ye sharp inuencyon of master lennardes graue hedd, whereat if old Democritus were now alyue, I would thynke yat he should haue iuster cause to laffe then at his contrymens folly. Ye seame to wyll a meatynge to be had betwene vs, whereunto I with all my hart consent, althoughe a number consyderyng my case would not doe, consyderynge the martiall furniture yat hath benne prepared ageynst me, and ye Italyon inuentyons yat haue binne menaced towardes me, which when ye counsell shal vnderstande, I trust they will not altogether commend. For all this, takyng you to be my verye fryndes, I reioyse to meate you, neyther if my aduersaryes should be in commission, would I feare to sei them. Of one thyng I must craue pardonne, for not beynge able to meate you on sundaye because I haue sent my manne to ye courte, who wyll retorne on munday as I trust, but whether he do or not, I wyll with godes leaue wayte vppon you at yat daye in hast from Dongeon [or Dane gone, a manor house close to Canterbury, at this time the residence of his grand- mother Margaret, now a widow of her third husband, Sir James Hales, who died in 1558], the xvith of octobre. Youre louynge fry nd Barnabe Goge, ENDORSED. A copye of a scornefull letter written ly master Goge, to master George Darrell and master Ediuard Darrell. From all this it is clear that the Darrell parents were basely striving their yery utmost to make their daughter Mary give up her true love and to match for money. Here was the girl in grief and dismay withstanding the alter- nate solicitations and threats of her own parents and the attempted hold on her of John Lennard. The matter did not, however, stop with his corres- Eondence. It went before Archbishop Parker, who refers to it in the fol- )wing letter to Cecil, dated ' thys Saturdaye at night beyng the xxth of Nouembre.' 1563. Nov. 19. "Yt may please your honor to vnderstand that I haue grete cause most humblye to gyue the Queenes Maiesty thankes, for the fauor showed toward my request for the preferment of my chaplen and so likewise I hartely thanke your in- stancye therein as by your letters I vnderstand. Wherein ye wryght for your cosyn and seruaunt Barnaby Goge to haue his matter heard accord- ing to Lawe and equytie/ which matter as yesterdaye I haue examined a[d]visedly, having not only the yong Gentlewoman before me to vnderstond of her self the state of the cause, who remayneth fyrme and stable to NOTES OF THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF B. GOOGE. 13 stond to that contract which she hath made, as also her father and mother whom I find, the most ernest parents against the bargain as I ever sawe. In fyne I haue sequestered her out of both their handes into the custodye of one Mr. Tufton a right honest gentleman, vntyl, the precontract, which is by hir parents alleged for one Leonards son, a protonotary be induced But this maye giue occasion to bryng it in to the Arches to spend moneys how be yt I meane to dull that expectation and to go plane et suinmarie to worke, to spare expences, which Mr Leonard and the wilful parents wuld fayne incur to wery the yong Gentleman, paraventure not superfluously monyed so to sayle the seas with them." Lands. MS. 6. p. 190. It is thoroughly satisfactory to find that the parental combination broke down, and that at last, in 1564 or 1565, though at what date we cannot say, two such constant lovers became man and wife. 1565. APR. 28. Googe's final and complete translation of Manzolli's poem ap- peared. From the Epistle Dedicatorie to Sir W. Cecil, we extract the following : " The fauorable accepting of my simple trauayles lately dedicated vnto your honor, hath so much boldened and thorowelye encouraged me, that mawgre the despite of most reprochfull tongs, I haue not feared to finish the course of my long pretended race : with no lesse profile as I trust, vnto a number, than paynefull trauayle vnto my selfe. Wherein if I had knowen at the firste, as much as since I haue perfectly vnderstode, neyther had I as then taken vpon me so great an enterprise, nor since so rudely finished, the translation of so eloquent a Poet For when 1 fyrste began to employ some part of my leysure aboute it, making dilligente inquirie, I could learne of no man that euer had attempted to english the same. So that perceyuing my labour to be no hindraunce to any other mans prayse, and lamenting to see so Christian a writer to lie hyd and vnknowen to the ignoraunt sorte, I thought I should not do amisse, if al that in me lay I bestowed, in the albeit simple and slender, yet lay thfull and true translation, of so vertuous a worke. But since I haue certaynely vnderstoode, that when I firste began to fall in hand wythall, three bookes thereof were both eloquentely and excellently englished, by Master Smith, dark vnto the most honorable of the Queenes Maiesties counsel!. Whose doings, as in other matters I haue wyth admira- tion behelde, so in thys I am well assured I should with an amased minde haue scene: I would that eyther I had latelier begonne it, or else that he had fallen in hand sooner with it, whereby my grosse and homely style might haue bene no hindrance to the fruites of so pure a pennc. But since it was my fortune, so blindely to venture vpon it, I truste my trauayle shall neuer the more be enuied. I could not (when I had long debated ye matter with myselfe) finde out a Poet more meete for the teaching of a Christian life (an estate in these oure dayes most miserably decayed, than this no lesse learned than famous Italion : Marcellus Pallingetiius, a man of such excellent learn- ing and Godly life, that neither ye vnquietnesse of his time (Italic in those dayes raging wyth most cruell and bloudy warres) ne yet the furious ty- ranny of the Antichristian Prelate (vnder whose ambicious and Tirannicall gouernaunce he continually liued) coulde once amase the Muse, or hinder the zealous and vertuous spirit of so Christian a Souldiour. I haue many times much mused wyth my selfe, howe (liuing in so daungerous a place) he durst take vpon him so boldely to controll the corrupte and vnchristian Hues of the whole Colledge of contemptuous Cardinals, the vngracious ouerseeings of bloudthyrsty Bishops, the Panchplying practises of pelting Priours, the manifold madnesse of mischeuous Monkes, wyth the filthy faternitie of flat- tering Friers. Which surely he durst neuer haue done, but onely that he was heartened wyth a happy and heauenly spirite. Which notable auda- citie of his was wonderfully reuenged by the malicious hands of such as felt themselues fretted with his spiritual corsey. For when they had no power to execute their tyrannic vpon his innocent body in time of his life, their mischieuous malice was no whit ashamed to consume with fyre the blamelesse bones of so vertuous a man : yea and that a great while after his death. Be- sides the reprouing of the leud liues of the Clergie, he boldly inueyed agaynst 14 NOTES OF THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF B. GOOGE. the gracelesse gouernance of proud pompous Princes, ye licencious liuing of the riottous nobilitie, couetous catchmgs of greedy lawyers, the vn- godly gaynes of foolish Physitians, and the corrupted consciences of deceyt- nil Artificers : affirming playnly, that if they did not better beautify their Christian names with a more Christian life, of so many thousands as haue in vaine receiued that most holy sacrament of sacred Baptisme, there should scarce three aspire vnto the enheritance of Heauenly ioyes. What doth your honor suppose this man would haue written ? Vnto how great a volume doe you thinke his works would haue amounted, if so that GOD had ap- poynted him to florish at this present time in England, wheras pitifully raigneth such monstrous and horrible pride, such cancred and spiteful malice, such false and fayned friendships, such lack of loue and charity, such pro- fessing of God in words, and denying him in works, as doubtlesse is not to be found among the faythlesse Turks, miscreant Sarazens, or superstitious lewes? . . . I would therfore wish that we should not to much presume of the securitie obtayned by a Christian name, but that we should wyth our endeuour apply pur selues to shew such fruits as duetie requireth in the followers of Christe. Whereby we shoulde not onely preuayle agaynst our enemies, and stoppe the mouths of our slaunderous aduersaries, but also enjoy a blessed and happy tranquility in this worlde, and be assured to ob- tayne the promised pleasures in the worlde to come. For the teachinge whereof, I know no man that hath so much trauayled and perfectly profy ted, as hath this Poet, which here present vnto your honor. 1570. Googe's translation of Kirchmeyer's poem appears dedi- 1574-1575. cated to Queen Elizabeth, under the title of The Popiik Kingdome or reigtte of Antichrist. 1572. OCT. 18. Dame Hales, Googe's maternal mother dies. There are no less than twenty autograph letters of Googe between these years in the State Paper Office calendered under S. P. Domestic. Ireland. Googe who held the patent of Provost Marshal to the Court of Connaught was sent over by Lord Burleigh to watch Irish affairs. Most of these letters will be found in the life of Googe contributed by Mr Pinkerton to Notes and Queries. 3rd S. iii. 1576. He published a revised text of his translation of the Zodiacus vitte. 1577. He published a translation from the Latin of the Four Bakes of Husbandrie of Conrad Heresbachius. The preface is dated Kingston [upon Hull ?] January 1577. 1578. A second edition of this book appeared. 1579. He supplied a prose address to B. Rich's Allarme to England. 1579. He published a translation from the Spanish of The Proverbs of Inez Lopez de Mendoza, Marquis of Santillana. 1586. A third edition of his revision of Heresbachius appears. 1588. A second edition of his revised text of his translation of Palingenius appeared. T. Warton, Hist, of E. P. states on authority of the Coxeter MSS. that Googe also translated Aristotle's Categories. I am indebted to Mr. C. Bridger, Hon. Member of the Soc. of Ant. of Newcastle, for the following information respecting Googe's death. 1594. FEB. Barnabee Goche of Alvingham, co. Lincoln. Esq. Inq. post. mort. taken at Lowth 6 Oct. 36. Eliz : died circa 7 Feb. 36.- Eliz : Matthew Goche his son and heir then 28 years old. FKR. 16. Barnabas Goche of Alvingham, co. Lincoln, Administration granted to Mary Goche his relict. Perog. Ct. of Cant. INTRODUCTION. He continuity of the Art of Poefy in this coun- try has been unbroken from the time of Chaucer to our own day. Not that great or even confiderable Poets have overlapped one another in a continuous fucceffion : but there have never wanted thofe who, according to the gift that was in them, have perpetually reprefented by their Song, beauty of expreflion, refinement of ideas, ethereality of fancy, vigour of fatire, or the paffion and merriment of human life. During no portion of this time has England been wholly deftitute of true Poetry, or barren of real ' makers.' 2. In comparifon with the literary fplendour and glory that crowned the laft days of Elizabeth, the early years of her reign might feem poor and flunted in mind. But it is only with fuch a comparifon ; one which alfodwarfsnot only earlier butlater ages. Actually, the firft two decades of this reign are a general advance in this branch of literature on the two previous reigns, and more efpecially exhibit a (harp rebound from the opprefli venefs of the government of Philip and Mary. Therefore, juft as we delight to fearch out the foun- tain head, and to trace the early ftreamlets of a mighty river which, in its full flrength, may carry on its bofom world of wealth for the ufe and pleafure of man ; fo it behoves us clofely to fcan thefe firft buddings of a free literature in the genial fpring-tide ot the new Queen's reign ; now that the furious ftorms of religious and intellectual oppreffion had pafled away : and fo to trace out the works of that race of writers who were the heralds, the forerunners, the teachers of Spenfer, 1 6 Introduction. Shakefpeare, and Johnfon, and their glorious phalanx of contemporary poets. We have faid 'general' advance, becaufe Tottel's Mifcellany of 1557 is, in its varied excellence, the fubftantive beginning of modern Englifh verfe. Yet that collection reprefents the poetical gleanings of three entire reigns, and is exceptional from the general literature of the time in which it was printed. But with the new Queen poefy came into fafhion, and almoft all the young gentlemen of the Inns of Court tried their prentice hands at it. 3. As in fpring-tide we gather flowers rather than fruits, fo in this earlier literature we muft look for im- perfect, Affays rather than finifhed Mafterpieces. Moft modern literatures have commenced with tranflations, imitations, and the like. At this time there was quite a rage for tranflating. The riches of old claffical thought and flyle ; the charms of Italian and Spanifh fiction; hiftory, morals, tragedies, romances both in profe and verfe ; with tranflated poems, conftituted the ftaple of Englifh polite literature at this time. With this there was the conftant accretion of The Mirrour for Magiftrates, and alfo, though not to any large ex- tent, original lighter verfe, as in the prefent work and alfo George Turberville's Epitaphes, Epigrams, Songs, and Sonets, of which there are believed to have been three editions by 1570; of the earlieft of which no copy is at prefent known. 4. Affociating with many of thefe tranflators, him- felf diftinguished for his Englifh verfion ot Manzolli's Zodiacus Vitce, Barnabe Googe, a young gentleman of 20 to 23 years of age, frefh from college, wrote for his private delectation moft of the contents of this Reprint. How his friend Blundefton fent what he had written to the ' poor printer,' with two prefaces of his own, about Introduction. 1 ) Whitfuntide 1562, and how Googe in 1563 came at length to acquiefce in their completion and publica- tion, is fufficiently told by themfelves in the prefaces, and need not be here repeated. 5. It is noteworthy that there was a general habit about this time of cutting the long twelve or fourteen fyllable line into two, fo that the rhyme only occurs on the fecond and fourth lines. This is noticeable in the early tranflations of Seneca between 1500-1560, by Jafper Heywood, Alexander Neville (a contributor alfo to this volume), John Studley, Thomas Nuce, and Thomas Newton, as alfo in the poetical works of George Turberville and others. The fole reafon foi this would feem to have been to print on a fmall page of paper ; for in some of thefe works poems do occafion- ally occur in fmaller type with fuch lines at full length. 6. In the ftory of Englifh literature this most rare volume occupies an important place from its epitaphs of Phaer and Grimaold, both of them tranflators ; and its Sonnets to Dean Nowell, Bifhop Bale, and Richard Edwards ' of the Chappel.' Some of thefe have been printed by Mr. Collier in his Bibliographical Catalogue; but the work, as a whole, has never been printed fince 1 5th March 1563. Cordial thanks are due and tendered to Mr. Huth for the loan of his copy for this edition. 7. This fmall Collection is alfo interefling as being to a large extent native verfe, though on the Italian model. It was undoubtedly in much fuperinduced by Tottel's Mifcdlany, to which it is in nature and quality the next in time ; being itfelf fucceeded by Turberville's Epitaphes, Epigrams, 6-v., and that by a fucceffion of fimilar works, until the appearance of Francis Davifon's Poetical Rhapfody of 1602. 1 8 Bibliography. 8. One very noticeable feature of Googe's competi- tions in this volume is his earneft Proteftantifm. He had known fome good Shepheards Daphnes or Alexis, that had flamed in the fire of the Maryan perfecution. Almoil all his publications are ftrongly anti-Romanift. Taught by the Reformers of Ed- ward VI. 's time, horrified at the cruelties of Mary's reign; Googe reprefents both the intellectual and moral hatred of the young educated Englifhmen of that time of the entire Papal fyftem. BIBLIOGRAPHY. Issues in tfje "Author's lifetime* I. As afeparate publication. 1 I S^3. London. I vol. 8vo. 88 leaves. There appear to have been printed two title- pages to this work. Of the three copies known, two are thofe in the collection of Mr. Huth, and in the Capel collection at Trinity College, Cam- bridge, have the title as on the oppofite Eage ; while Mr. W. C. Hazlitt defcribes, in is Handbook of Pop. Lit., Ed. 1867, the title of Mr. Heber's copy, now in the collection of Mr. S. Chriflie-Miller, at Britwell, thus : Eglogs, Epytaphes, and Sonettes by Barnabe Googe. COL. Imprynted at London in S. Brydes-Churchyarde, by Thomas Colwell, for Raufe Newbery ; and are to be fold at his fliop in Fleteftreet, a little above the conduit 1563. 15 die Menfis March. It is alfo to be noted that the firft two alib vary between themfelves at the beginning of Egloga feptima : fee p. 56. Issues since tfje ^utfjur's uratfj. I. As afeparate publication. 2. 1871. DEC. I. Englijh Reprints : fee title on/. I. Epytaphes, anil Sonettes. jftetolp Written fop Barnabe Googe: 1563- 15- f[ BrnprgnteU at fLontron, Cfioma0 Coitoell, for Eaffe jSetoberi), titoelpng in jTleetftrete a litle a= fcouetljeContiuit iatfieiatefljop Xartelet 21 C Alexander Neuyll. He Mountaines hie the bluflryng winds The fluds : ye Rocks withftand \ The Cities flrong, the Cannons fhot, and threatning Cheiftains hand. I The Caflels houge by longe befeyge, and dredfull battrye brooke, [thumps Bothe fyre, and flames, and thundrynge and euery deadly ftroke, With feruent broylyng furious rage, doth beate, and dryue to groun The long defenced wals by force, and throughly them confound. Ryght fo thy Mufe (O worthy Googe.) thy pleafaunt framed ftyle Difcouerd lyes to momifh Mouthes Reprochfull tongs and vyle Diffaming minds. Regard them not preas thou for hygher prayfe. Submit thy felfe to perfons graue, whofe Judgement ryght alwayes By Reafon rulde doth ryghtly iudge, whom Fancies none can charme, Which in the moft Inconftant brains, are chyefly wont to fwarme. Whom no defyre of fylthy gayne, whom lucre none can moue From truth to flray. Such men efteam, Such fuch embrace and loue. On fuch men ftay thy tender years, fuch Patrons feeke to chufe. Which taught by Tyme, and practifde Proofe vprighteft Judgement vfe. But as for thofe Crabfitowted beftes thofe ragyng feends of Hell. Whofe vile, malicious, hatefull mindes, with boylyng Rancour fwelL 22 Which pufe with Pryde, enflamd with fpight, and drownd in deape difdain : Lyke Momus monftrous broode outright euen of a ielows Brayn With curious, canckard, carping mouthes, moft famous dedes diffame, Defacing thofe whofe labours great, Deferue immortail name. Such crabfaced, cankerd, carlifh chuffs within whofe hatefull breftes, Suche Malice bydes, fuche Rancour broyles. fuch endles Enuy refts Efleame thou not. No preiudice to thee : nor yet opreft, Thy famous wrytynges are by them. Thou lyueft and euer malt. Not all the flaundryng tonges aliue, may purchafe blame or fault Vnto to thy name (O worthy Googe.) No tyme, no fyrye flame Not all the furies frettyng Force, Thy doynges may dy flame. Let them in broyle of burning fpight, continuall Toyle fuflayne Let them fele fcourging Flags of mind Let euer duryng payne, Spred through their poifoned vaines. with payfe of dedly waight : Let Care Oppreffe theyr vyle infected Harts, with ftynging Malyce fraight. Let them deftroy them felvs in Time. In Rancour let them boyle. Let mortall hate, let pynching gryefe, let flamyng torments broyle, Within theyr greuous vexed brefls, for euermore to dwell Let them fele Enuies curfed force, (confumyng Feend of Hell.) 23 Defye them all. and fquynteyd Monfters ryght They are. In fyne leue Sow 10 fwill and Chuff to canckerd Spyght. But thou precede in vertuous dedes, and as thou hafle begon, Go forward flyll to aduaunce thy fame Lyfes Race halfe ryghtly ron Farre eafyer tis for to obtain, the Type of true Renowne. Like Labours haue been reccmpenfl with an immortall Crowne. By this doth famous Chaucer lyue, by this a thoufande moore Of later yeares. By this alone the olde renowmed Stoore Of Auncient Poets lyue. By this theyr Praife, aloft doth mo\vnt Vnto the Skyes: and equall is with Stars aboue. Accownt Thy felfe then worthy of the lyke, yf that thou dofte proceade By famous deds thy Fame to enhaunce and name abroade to fpreade. With Courage flout than through the thikfl thou needfl not for to feare. Nor he that fayth, but he that doth, ought Gloryes Garlande weare. Thus malt you flyll augment thy name, and wyn the hyghe Renowne, And prefent Prayfe, in prefent Lyfe, and after Death a Crowne Of Honour, that for euer lafls. immortall Fame in fyne. To whofe reward, thy faithfull Frend doth wholly the refygne. f[ Finis. [On the next page in the original Edition, are the arms of Barnabe Googe.] To the ryght worfkip* full M. William Louelace Efquier, Reader of Grayes Inne: ( Barnabe Googe ) wyffketh health. 'Owe lothe I haue ben, beyng of long tyme earnefllye requyred, to fuffer thefe tryfles of mine to come to light : It is not vnknowen to a greate nombre of my famyliar acquaintaunce. Whoboth dayly and hourely moued me therunto, and ly tell of long tyme preuayled therin. For I both confydered and wayed with my felfe, the grofenes'of my Style: whichethus com- mytted to the gafynge fhewe of euery eye fhuld forth with difclofe ye manifeft foly of th e Writer, and alfo I feared and miftrufled the difdaynfull myndes of a nombre both fcornefull and carpynge Correctours, whofe Heades are euer bufyed in tauntyng ludgementes. Lead they fhuld otherwyfe interprete my doyngs than in deade I meant them. Thefe two fo great mifchiefes vtterly difwaded me from the folowynge of my frendes perfwafions, and wylled me rather to condem them to continuall darke- nes, wherby no Inconuenience could happen : than to endaunger my felfe in gyuynge them to lyght, to the difdaynfull doome of any offended mynde. Notwith- ftandynge all the dylygence that I could vfe in the Suppreffion therof coulde not fuffife for I my felfe beyng at that tyme oute of the Realme, lytell fear- ynge any fuche thynge to happen. A very Frende of myne, bearynge as it femed better wyll to my doynges than refpectyng the hazarde of my name, commytted them all togyther vnpolyfhed to the 25 handes of the Prynter. In whofe handes durynge his abfence from the Cytie, tyll his returne of late they remayned. At whiche tyme, he declared the matter wholly vnto me : fhewynge me, that beynge fo farre pall, and Paper prouyded for the Impreffion therof : It coulde not withoute great hynderaunce of the poore Printer be nowe reuoked. His fodayne tale made me at ye fyrfl, vtterly amazed, and doubting a great while, what was befl to be done : at the lengthe agreyng both with Neceflytie and his Counfell, I fayde with Martiall. iam fed poteras tutior effe domi. And calling to mynde to whom I myght chieflye commyt the fruytes of my fmiling mufe: fodaynly was cafl before my eyes the perfect vewe of your frendly mynd (gentle Maifler Louelace) Vnto whom for the nombred heapes of fundrye Frendfhyps, accountynge my felfe as bounde, I haue thought beft to gyue them, (not doubtyng) but that they lhalbe as well taken, as I do prefently meane them. Defyrynge you herein, as all fuche as fliall reade them efpeciallye to beare with the vnpleafaunt forme of my to haflely fynyfhed Dreame, the greater part wherof with lytle aduyfe I lately ended, becaufe the beginnyng of it, as a fenfeles head feparated from the body was gyuen with the reft to be prynted. And thus defyrynge but for recompence the frendly re- ceyuyng of my flender Gyfte, I ende : wylhynge vnto you good Mayfter Louelace in this life the happye enioyeng of profperous yeares: and hereafter the bleffed eftate of neuer ceafynge loye. ^f yours affuredly Bnrnabe Googe. ^Hereafter follows on the next page the original Edition, a rough woodcut of Daphnes and Atnintas.} L. Blundefton to the Reader. O creepe into thy fauoure (good Reader) with a longe paynted Preamble in prayfe of this Auctor, I account it as vain. The Sonne Beames gyues light fufficient To moue thy Affection with forepro- myfed pleafure in reading the volume, I think it as Booteles. Gold is of felf force and vertue to draw the defire. But with flowers of Rethoriquefyrfl to delyght the, or with Pythy Reafons to wynne thy good wyll and frendlye Reporte for this my attempte : yf fuche tropes and fignes were flowing in me to perfwade wel thy fauour or fo muche Difcrefcion wantynge in the to necglecte my good meanyng, I would eyther enforce my felf to vfe a better kynde of perfwafion or els withdrawe my good wyll from the Sentence of fo carpynge and flender a Judgement : but as I haue felte no fluddes of the one, fo likewyfe I fee no Ebbes of the other, that if I weare no more barraygne of the fyrfte, then fearefull of the lafte: I woulde be then no more fparynge to horde vp my Treafure from the: then I trufl to fynd the vnthankfull now in takyng this Prefent from me, which not onely to fhewe my good wyll, (as my Preface difcourfeth more largely) by preferuynge the worthy Fame, and Memorye of my deare frende M. Googe in his ab- fence I haue prefumed more bouldely to hazard ye pryntyng heareof, though this maye fuffyce to excufe well my enterpryfe, but alfo to ftyrre vp thy Pleafure 27 and further thy proffit by readyng thefe his workes, whiche here I haue Puplyfhed [PPublyflied]: openly vnto thee. And fo (beyng vnftored my felfife) I feake to fateffie thy learned or willyng defyre with other mens trauaeiles. But wheare the power fayleth the will may fuffice, the gyuer, not the gyft is to be regarded : preferre Colonus Radyfhe roote before the Courtiers barbed horfe. Accept my goodwyll and way not the valew, fo malt thou bynd me if power (as it is vnlikely, maye aunfwere hearafter my meanynge, to gratefie thee with the whole fruits of myne owne indeuour and fo malt thou encourage others to make the partaker of the like or farre greater Jewels who yet doubtyng thy vnthankefull receyte nigardly keape them to their own yfe and priuat commoditie, whear as beynge affured of the contrarye by thy frendly report of other mens trauayles, they coulde parhappes be eafely entreated more frely to lend them abroad to thy greater auayle and furtheraunce. Thus therfore to thy good or euill taking I put foorth this paterne for others to follow in weightyer matters or els to beware by other mens harms, in keaping their names vnre- proued by fylence. [ From my Chambre, the. xxvii. of Maye. 1562. C The Preface of L. Blundefton. HE Sences dull of my appalled mufe Foreweryed with the trauayle of my brayne In fcannyng of the argued Bookes diffufe, And darke for me the glimeryng fyght to gayne, Debated long what exerfyce to vfe, To fyle the edgeles partes of Wit agayne To clenfe the Heade from fleapy humours flyme. To roufe the Hart from drowfye Dreames in time. The mind defyres to brek from thoughtful denne And time requyres the painted felds to vewe. The Eye procures to pleafe the Fancie then With fieldifh fights of diuers colours newe. The fmelling likes the fauour fwete of them. The Eare agrees the pleafaunt laye anewe Of Byrds to here. Thus thefe do all contryue, With this difporte the Spirits to reuyue. But Fancie then, by ferche of felfe deuyfe, Renouncyng thus to fpende the pleafaunt Maye So vainly out with fport of fruteles Pryce Found out at length, this practyfe for my playe, To penne in Verfe, the toyes of her deuife, To pas this tyme of Pentecofte awaye Whofe ydle dayes, fhe wyld me thus to fpende. And publifh forth her doings in the ende. Quod Reafon no, (and brake her tale begon, Wilt thou prefume, lyke Bayarde blynd to preffe, Into the throng of all the lookers on Whofe vewyng eyes, will wey thy wifdom leffe, 2 9 To fe the threde of all thy workes yll fpon Drawen out at length, vnto the comon gefle, Then if thou fhuldil keepe to thy felfe thy clewe Where none thy works befydes thy felf may vew With this rofe vp, from oute her Seate behynde, Dame Memorye, and Reafon thus befought. Since Lady chiefe of vs thou art affygnde To rule and temper all my fecrete thought And to reftrane affections Fancie blynde, Let me entreate if I may perce the ought, For to prefent a Solace very fytte Our Sences dull with chaunged Mufe to whet, Lo here the Eye a Paper buntche doth fe Offyled worke of Googes flowing Heade, Lefte here behynde, when hence he paft from me In all the ftormes that Winter blaftes befpreade Through fwellyng Seas and loftye mountains hye Of Pyrenei the pathes vnknowen to treade. Whofe great good wyll I kepe, and in his place His Verfes craue to reprefent his face. Vnfolde the truffe therfore and yf the Mufe Be fotted fo with this graue Study paft In fo fhort fpace, or if we feke to chufe To prynt our actes in fafetie at the laft Ceafe of a whyle this Labor and perufe Thefe Papers left of fuche delyghting tafte And put in prynt thefe workes of worthy Skyll So mall we fhowe the fruytes of our good wyll. This Fancie lykte, imagynyng aryght Of her owne loye in hearyng of his Verfe And pleafaunt Style, mod pythyly endyght whofe Fame forth blowen, his deds could wel reherie But for to paynt my name in open fight with others Stuffe, this wold fhe fayne reuerfe, And thinkes I mould in others Plumes fo fliow My felfe, to be a feconde Efops Crowe. 30 But after when the Eye had vewed eche Lyne. That Googe had pend and left behynde with me, when Memorye could all the effect refygne, To Reafons Skyll, to weye them as they lye. with long reherfe of tryed Fayth by tyme Then Fancie foone her Pryde, began to plye And all receyued muche pleafure to the Mynde More profytte farre then Fancye had affygnde. And Fancie thus her felfe with blulhyng face, Condemned by Dame Reafons dome deuyne To fe th[e]alluryng Style the cumly grace, The fappye Sence of this his paffyng Ryme, So farre furmountynge her Inuention bafe, And hearyng of his frendlynes in fyne whiche Memorye her Storehoufe held full fafte Allowed well theyr Judgements at the lafle. Since euerye Sence did wonted ftrength renue, The Blud congeld, recourfed to his place The wyts benomd brought to their proper quue The Hart oppreft with old delighting grace, Vnburdend nowe and puft with pleafure newe By takyng of this Booke the vewyng gafe. They all at ons Good wyll nowe calde vpon, To wreft her felfe to quyght thefe works anon. Thus pufhte I forth ftrayghte to the Printers hande Thefe Eglogs, Sonets, Epytaphes of men Ynto the Readers Eyes for to be fkande, with Prayfes fuche as is due vnto them who abfent nowe theyr Mafler may commende, And feade his Fame what foeuer fayleth him, Gyue Googe therfore his owne deferued Fame, Giue Blundefton leaue to wyfh wel to his name : [ Finis. Rgloga prima. g. Itmintajs. Yth Phdnts now begins to flame, O frende Amintas deare: And placed hath his gorgeous globe in midfle of all the Spheare And from ye place doth call his Be^mes, where (they that flarres defyne) Lyes poynt (doo faye) that termed is, ryght Equinoctial lyne. wheras the Ram doth caufe to fpring, eche herbe and floure in fyelde And forceth ground (yat fpoyld of grene Did lye,) newe grene to yelde. Let mepherds vs yelde alfo tales, as bell becommes the tyme : Such tales as Winter ftormes haue flayde in countrey Poets Ryme. Begyn to fynge Amintas thou, for why? thy wyt is beft : And many a faged fawe lies hyd within thine aged bred. Ofte haue I heard, of Shephards old, thy fame reported true, No Herdman Hues : but knowes the praife, to olde Amintas due: Begyn therfore, and I gyue eare, for talke doth me delyght, Go Boye : go dryue the Beaftes to fede whyle he his mynde refyght. 3* Egloga ^.mut. Thy prayfes Daphnes are to great, and more for me than meete : Nor euer I, fuche faged fawes, could fynge in Verfes fwcete. And now, to talke of fpring time tales my heares to hoare, do growe, Suche tales as thefe, I tolde in tyme, when youthfull yeares dyd flowe. But fynce, I can not the denye, thy Fathers loue doth bynde : In fymple Songe I wyll adreffe my felfe, to fhowe my minde. Longe haft thou Daphnes me requyred the ftate of Loue to tell, For in my youth, I knewe the force, and paffions all, full well. Nowe Loue therfore I wyll define, and what it is declare, which way poore fouls it doth entrap and howe it them doth fnare. My Boie, remoue my beafts from hens and dryue them farther downe, Vpon the Hylles, let them go feade, thatioyne to yender towne, Cupyde kynge of fyerye Loue, ayde thou my fyngynge Verfe, And teache me heare the caufe and cafe, Of Louers to reherfe, Direct my tong, in trothe to treade, with Furye fyll my brayne, That I may able be to tell, the caufe of Louers payne. Opinions diuers coulde I ftiowe, but chiefeft of them all, 1 wyll declare : and for the reft, with filence leaue I mail. A feruent Humour, (fome do iudge) within the Head doth lye, prima. 33 Which yfluyng forth with poyfoned beames doth ron from eye to eye : / And taking place abrode in heads, a whyle doth fyrmely reft, : Till Phrenfie framde in Fancie fond, difcends from hed, to brefl. Plata. And poifon ftrong, from eies outdrawn doth perce the wretched harte, And all infectes the bloud aboute, and boyles in euery parte : Thus : when the beames, infected hath, the wofull Louers blud : Then Sences al, do ftrayght decaye, opprefl with Furyes flud. Then Lybertie withdrawes her felf, and Bondage beares the fwaye, Affection blynd then leades the hart, and Wyt, is wownde awaye. O Daphnes then, the paines appeare, and tormentes all of hell. Then fekes, the felye wounded foule, the flames for to expell. But all to late, alas he ftryues, for Fancie beares the ftroke And he, mud toyle (no helpe there is) in flauyffhe feruyle yoke. His blud corrupted all within, doth boyle in euery vayne, Than fekes he howe to fewe for falue that maye redreffe his payne. And when the face, he doth beholde by whiche he fhulde haue ayde, And fees no helpe, then lookes he long, and trembleth all afrayde. And mufeth at the framed fhape, that hath his lyfe in handes : Nowe faft he flies, aboute the flames, nowe ftyll amafed ftandes: c 34 Egloga Yet Hope relieues, his hurtful Heate and Wyll doth Payne make lyght, And al the griefes, that then he feeles doth Prefence flyll requyght. But when the Lyght abfented is, and Beames in hart remayne, Then flames the Fyre frefh agayne, and newe begyns his Payne. Then longe he lookes, his lofle to fe, then fobbes, and fyghes abounde, Then mourneth he, to mys the marke that erft to foone he found e. Then fhadefull places oute he lookes, and all alone he lyues, Exylynge loye, and myrth from him, hymfelfe to waylynge gyues, And flyll his minde theron doth mufe and ftyll, therof he prates, O Daphnes here I fwere to the, no griefe to Louers (late. Yf he but ones beholde the place, where he was wont to mete, The pleafaunt forme yat hym enflamd, and ioyfull Countnaunce fwete. The place (a wonderous thing I tell) his gryefe augmenteth newe, Yet flyll he fekes the place to fe, that mofte he fhulde efchewe. Yf but the name rehearfed be (a thynge more ftraunge to heare) Then Colour commes and goes in hafl then quaketh he for feare, The verye name, hath fuch a force, that it can dafe the mynde, And make the man amafde to ftande, what force hath Loue to bynde ? Affection none to this is lyke, it doth furmownt them all, prima. 35 Of greiffes, the greatefl greif no doubt is to be Venus thrall, And therfore, Daphnes nowe beware, for thou art yonge, and fre, Take heade of vewynge faces longe, for loffe of Lybertye, I mall not nede (I thyrike) to byd the, to detefl the Cryme, Of wycked loue, that loue did vfe, In Ganimedes tyme, For rather wolde I (thoo it be muche) that thou muldeft feake the fyre, Of lawfull Loue, that I haue tolde, than burne wyth fuche defyre, And thus an end, I weryed am, my wynde is olde, and faynt, Suche matters I, do leaue to fuche, / as finer farre can paint, / Fetche in the Gote . that goes aftraye./ and dryue hym to the folde, My yeares be great I wyl be gone, for fpryngtyme nyghts be colde. . Great thankes to the, for this thy tale, Amintas here I gyue : But neuer can I make amendes to the whilfle I do lyue. Yet for thy paynes (no recompence) a fmall rewarde haue here. A whiftle framed longe ago, wherwith my father deare His ioyfull beads, was wont to kepe. No Pype for tune fo fwete Might fhepharde euer yet pofles. (a thynge for the full mete.) Finis Egloga prima. Rgloga fecunda. flametag. Y beafts, go fede vpon ye plaine, and let your herdman lye, Thou feefl her mind, and fearft you nowe, Dametas for to dye ? i Why ftayeft you thus? why doft you {lay thy lyfe to longe doth lafte : Accounte this flud, thy fatall graue, fyth time of hope is pafte. What meanft thou thus to linger on ? thy life wolde fayne departe, Alas : the wounde doth fefter ftyll, of curfed Cupids darte. No falue but this, can helpe thy fore, no thynge can moue her minde She hath decreed, that thou flialt dye, no helpe there is to finde. Nowe fyth there is, no other helpe, nor ought but this to trye, Thou feefl her mind : why fearfte thou than? Dametas for to dye. Long haft thou ferued, and ferued true, but all alas, in vayne, . For me thy feruyce, nought eftemes, but deales the griefe for gayne. ; For thy good wyll, (a gaye rewarde) Difdayne, for Loue flie gyues, Thou loueR her while thy life doth laft, me hates the, w[h]ile me Hues. Thou flamfte, when as you feefl her face with Heate of hye defyre, She flames agayne, but how? (alas) with depe difdaynfull Ire. The greateft pleafure is to the, to fe her voyde of Payne, Egloga fecunda, 37 The greatefl gryefe to her agayne, to fe thy Health remayne. Thou couetfle euer her to fynde, me fekes from the to flye, Thou feefl her mynd, why fearfl thou than ? Dametas for to dye ? Dofte thou accounte it befl to kepe, thy lyfe in forrowes ftyll ? Or thynkfte thou beft it now to lyUe, Contrarye to her wyll ? Thynkfle thou thy lyfe for to retaine ? when fhe is not content, Canfte thou addicte : thy felfe to lyue ? and fhe to murder bent. Dofte thou entende agayne, to fewe for mercye at her handes ? As foone thou mayft go plow ye rocks, and reape vpon the Sandes. Draw nere O mighty Herd of beafts fyth no man els is bye, Your Herdman longe that hathe you kept, Dametas now muft dye. Refolue your Brutiffhe eies to teares and all togyther crye, Bewayle the wofull ende of Loue, Dametas nowe muft dye. My pleafaunt Songs, nowe mail you here no more on Mountaines hye, I leaue you all, 1 muft be gone. Dametas nowe muft dye : To Titirus I you refyne, in Pafture good to lye, For Titirus mall kepe you thoughe, Dametas nowe muft dye. O curfed Caufe, that hath me flayne, My trothe alas to trye, O Shephardes all, be Wytneffes, Dametas here doth dye. Finis Eglogtz feamda. Rgloga tertia. ' Pleafaunt wether Coridon, and fytte to kepe the fyelde, This moon e hath brought, hearflyouthe birds what ioyfull tunes they yeld? I Loe : how the luftie lambes do courfe, whom fpring time heate doth pricke Beholde againe, the aged Yewes, with bouncinge leapes do kicke, Amon[g]ft them all, what ayles thy ramme ; to halte fo muche behynde, Some fore mifchaunce, hath him befaln or els fome griefe of minde, For wonte he was, of ftomacke floute and courage hye to be, And looked proude, amongfl ye flocke, and none fo flout as he. Cor. A great mifhap, and griefe of mynde, is him befalne of late, Which caufeth him, againft his wyll, to lofe his olde eftate. A luftie flocke hath Titirus, that him Dametas gaue, Damdas he, that Martir died, whofe foule the heaue[n]s haue, And in this flocke, full many Yewes of pleafaunte forme do goe, with them a mighty Ramme doth ronne, that workes all Woers woe. My Ramme, when he the pleafaunt dames. had vewed rounde aboute, Egloga tertia. 39 Chofe grounde of battayle, with his foe and thought to fyght it oute. But all to weake, (alas) he was, althoughe his harte was good, For when his enemye him efpied, he ranne with cruell moode. And with his croked weapon fmote, hym fore vpon the fyde, A blowe of force, that ftayde not there but to the legges dyd glyde. And almofte laamd the woer quyte. (fuche happes in loue there be :) This is the caufe, of all his griefs and waylynge that you fe. |KUtt. Well Coridon let hym go halte, and let vs both go lye, In yonder buffhe of luniper, the Beafts mall fede hereby. A pleafaunt place here is to talke: good Coridon begyn, And let vs knowe the Townes eftate, that thou remayneft in. Cor. The Townes eftate? Menakas oh thou makfte my harte to grone, For Vice hath euery place poffefte, ^M* and Vertue thence is flowne. Pryde beares her felfe, as Goddeffe chiefe and boaftes aboue ye Skye, And Lowlynes an abiecte lyes, with Gentlenes her bye, Wyt is not ioynde with Symplenes, as me was wont to be, But fekes the ayde of Arrogance, and craftye Polycie. Nobylitie begyns to fade, and Carters vp do fprynge, Then whiche, no greater plague can hap, nor more pernicious thynge. Egloga, Menalcas I haue knowen my felfe, within this thyrtye yeare, Of Lordes and Auncient Gentelmen a hundreth dwellynge theare, Of whom we Shephardes had reliefe fuche Gentlenes of mynde, Was placed in theyr noble Hartes, as none is nowe to fynde. But Hawtynes and proude Difdayne hath nowe the chiefe Eftate, For fyr lohn Straw, and fyr lohn Cur ; wyll not degenerate. And yet, they dare account them felues to be of Noble bludde. But Fiffhe bred vp, in durtye Pooles, wyll euer flynke of mudde. I promyfe the Menalcas here, I wolde not them enuye. Yf any fpot of Gentlenes in them I myght efpye. For yf theyr Natures gentell be, thoughe byrth be neuer fo bafe, Of Gentelmen (for mete it is) they ought haue name and place: But when by byrth, they bafe are bred, and churliffhe harte retaine, Though place of gentlemen thei haue yet churles they do remayne. A prouerbe olde, hath ofte ben harde and now full true is tryed: An Ape, wyll euer be an Ape, thoughe purple garments hyde. For feldom, wyll the maftye courfe, the Hare or els the Deare: But ilyll, accordynge to his kynde. wyll holde, the hogge by th[e]eare. Vnfitte are dunghill knights to ferue the towne, with Speare in fielde: tertia. 4* Nor flrange it femes, (a sudain Chop) to leape from whyp, to fhielde. The chiefeft man, in all our towne, that beares the greateft fwaye, Is Coridon no kynne to me, a Neteherd th[e]other daye. This Coridon come from the Carte, In honour chiefe doth fytte, And gouernes vs: becaufe he hath a Crabbed, Clownifh wytte. Novve fe the Churlyfh Crueltye, that in hys harte remayns. The felye Sheape yat Shephards good, haue fofterd vp wyth Paynes, And browght awaye, from Stynkyng dales on pleafant Hylles to feade: O Cruell Clownifh Coridon O curfed Carlifh Seade: The fimple Shepe, conftrayned he, theyr Pafture fwete to leaue, And to theyr old corrupted Graffe, enforceth them to cleaue. Such Shepe, as would not them obaye but in theyr Pafture byde, with (cruell flames,) they did confume and vex on euery fyde. And with the (hepe, ye Shephardes good, (O hate full Hounds of Hell,) They did torment, and dryue them out, in Places farre to dwell. There dyed Daphnes for his Shepe, the chiefeft of them all. And fayre Alexis flamde in Fyre, who neuer peryffhe mail. O Shephards wayle, for Daphnes deth, Alexis hap lament, And curs the force of cruell hartes, that them to death haue fent 4* Egloga tertia. I, fynce I fawe fuche fynfull fyghts, dyd neuer lyke the Towne, But thought it beft to take my fheepe, and dwell vpon the downe. "Wheras I lyue, a pleafaunt lyfe, and free from cruell handes, I wolde not leaue, the pleafaunt fyelde for all the Townyfh Landes. For fyth that Pryde, is placed thus, and Vice fet vp fo hye: And Crueltie doth rage fo fore, and men lyue all awrye: Thynkfte you? yat God, will long forbere, his fcourge, and plague to fende? To fuche as hym do ftyll defpyfe, and neuer feke to mende? Let them be fure he wyll reuenge, when they thynke leafte vpon. But looke a ftormy fhowre doth ryfe, whiche wyll fall heare anone, Menakas beft we nowe departe, my Cottage vs mall keepe, For there is rowme for the, and me, and eke for all our fheepe : Som Cheftnuts haue I there in (lore with Cheefe and pleafaunt whaye, God fends me Vittayles for my nede, and I fynge Care awaye. d. Finis Egloga terti&. Egloga quarta. God, that guyds ye golden Globe, wher minyng fhapes do dwel O thou yat throwefl the thunder thumps from Heauens hye, to Hell, what wonders workes thy worthynes what meruayles dofle thou frame? What fecrete fyghts be Subiect fene vnto thy holy name? A fymple Shepharde flayne of late, by foolyflie force of Loue, That had not Grace fuch fancies fond and Flames for to remoue, Appeared late, before myne eies, (Alas I feare to fpeake,) Not as he here was wont to lyue, whyle Gryefe hym none did breake. But all in Blacke, he clothed came an vgly fyght to fe: As they that for theyr due Defartes, with Paynes tormented be, My fhepe for feare amafed ran, and fled from Hyll to Dale, And I alone remayned there, with countenaunce wan and pale. O Lorde (quoth I) what meanes this thyng is this Alexis fpryght ? Or is it Daphnes foule that fhowes ? to me this dredfull fyght, Or comes fome Feend of Hell abrode ? with feare men to torment ? Megera this? or Tifiphonl Or is Alecto fent ? 44 Egloga what foeuer thou art, yat thou doft com? Ghooft, Hagge, or Fende of Hell : I the commaunde by hym that lyues, thy name and cafe to tell. With this, a stynkyng fmoke I fawe, from out his mouth to flye, And with that fame, his voyce did found, None of them all am I. ut ons thy frende (O Melibei) Dametas was my name, Dametas I, that flewe my felfe, by force of foolyffhe flame. Dametas I, that dotynge dyed, In fyre of vnkynde Loue : Dametas I, whom Deiopey dyd caufe fuche ende to proue, The fame Dametas here 1 com, by lycens vnto the : For to declare the wofull ftate, that happens now to me. (O Melibei} take hede of Loue, of me Example take, That flewe my felfe, and Hue in Heil^ for Deiopeias fake. I thought that Deth fhuld me releafe from paynes and dolefull woe, But nowe (alas) the trothe is tryed, I fynde it nothynge foe, For looke what Payne and gryefe I felt when I lyued heare afore : With thofe I nowe tormented am, and with ten thoufand more. I meane not that I burne in loue, fuche foolyfh toyes begon, But Gryefes in nombre haue I lyke and manye more vpon. O curfed Loue, (what fhulde I faye,) that brought me fyrfte to Payne, quarta. 45 Well, myght I ones defpyfe thy lore, but nowe (alas) in vayne. With fond Affection, I dyd flame, whiche nowe I mofle repent, But all to late (alas) I wayle, fyth hope of Grace is fpent. The fickle fadynge forme, and face, that ones fo muche I fowght, Hath made me lofe the Skyes aboue, and me to Hell hath browght. Why had I Reafon delt to me ? and could e not Reafon vfe. Why gaue I Brydle to my wyll ? when I myght well refufe. A wycked Wyll, in dede it was, that blynded fo my fyght, That made me on fuch fadyng Dufte, to fet my whole Delyght, A fonde Affection lead me then, When I for God dyd place, A Creature, caufe of all my Care, a fleffhye fletynge face, A woman Waue of Wretchednes, a Paterne pylde of Pryde, A Mate of Myfchiefe and Diftreffe, for whom (a Foole) I dyed. Thus whyle he fpake, I fawe me thought of Hell an vglye Fende, With lothfome Clawes, hym for to clofe and forced him there to ende. And with this fame, (O Melibey,) farewell, farewell, (quoth he) Efchewe the Blafe of feruent flames, Example take of me. My Harte with this began to rent, and all amafde I ftoode. O lord (quoth I) what flames be thefe what Rage, what Furyes woode? 4<5 Egloga quarto,. Doth Loue procure, to wretched men what Bondage doth it brynge ? Paine here: and Payne in life to come. (O dolefull, dredefull thynge.) Palentorc] I quake to heare, this Storye tolde, and Melibei I fainte, For fure I thought Dametas had, been placed lyke a Saynte. I thought that cruel Charons Boate, had myfle of hym her frayght. And through his deth, he mounted had to ftarres and Heauens flrayght Howe valiantly dyd he defpyfe, his lyfe in Bondage ledde? And fekyng Deth with courage hye, from Loue and Ladye fledde. And is he thus rewarded no we? The ground be curfed than, That foflerde vp, fo fayre a face that lofle fo good a Man, finis Eglogcz quarto. Egloga quinta. Om doleful thing there is at hand thy countenaunce doth declare, Thy face good Egon voide of blud thine eies amafed flare : I fe thy teares, howe they do flill, difclofe thy fecrete mynde, Hath Fortune frowned late on the? Hath Cupide ben vnkinde. A pyteous thinge to be bewalyde a defperate Acte of Loue, (O Deftenies) fuche cruell broyles How haue you power to moue ? Here lyued a Ladye fayre of late, that Claudia men dyd call: Of goodly forme, yea fuche a one, as farre furmounted all. The flately Dames, yat in this Courte, to mowe them felues do lye, There was not one in all the Crewe : that could come Claudia nye. A worthy Knyght dyd loue her longe, and for her fake did feale, The panges of Loue, that happen ftyl by frownyng Fortunes wheale, He had a Page, Valerius named, whom fo muche he dyd trufle, That all the fecrets of his Hart, to hym declare he mufte. And made hym all the onely meanes, to fue for his redrefle, And to entreate for grace to her, that caufed his diftrefle. 48 Egloga She whan as fyrfl Ihe faw his page was ftrayght with hym in Loue, That nothynge could Valerius face, from Clandias mynde remoue. By hym was Fauftus often harde, by hym his futes toke place, By hym he often dyd afpyre, to fe his Ladyes face. This paffed well, tyll at the length, Valerius fore dyd fewe, With many teares befechynge her, his Mayfters gryefe to rewe. And tolde her that yf me wolde not releafe, his Mayfters payne, He neuer wolde attempte her more, nor fe her ones agayne. She then with mafed countnaunce there and teares yat gufhing fell, Aftonyed anfwerde thus, loe nowe, alas I fe to well. Howe longe I haue deceyued ben, by the Valerius heare, I neuer yet beleued before, nor tyll this tyme dyd feare, That thou dydfte for thy Mayfter fue ,v <* but onely for my fake. And for my fyght, I euer thought, thou dydfte thy trauayle take. But nowe I fe the contrarye, thou nothynge carfle lor me, Synce fyrft thou knewfle, the fyerye flames i? that I haue felte by the. /* ; O Lorde howe yll, thou dofte requyte that I for the haue done, I curfe the time, that frendfhyp fyrft, to fhowe, I haue begon. * O lorde I the befeche let me, in tyme reuenged be : quinta. 49 And let hym knowe that he hate fynd, in this mifufynge me, I can not thynke, but Fortune once, mall the rewarde for all, And vengeaunce due for thy deferts, in tyme fhall on the fall. And tell thy maifler Fauftus nowe, yf he wolde haue me lyue : That neuer more he fewe -to me, this aunfwere lafle I gyue : And thou o Traytour vyle, and enmye to my lyfe, Abfent thy felfe from out my fyght, procure not greater ftryfe, Synce yat thefe teares, had neuer force to moue thy ftoneye harte, Let neuer thefe my weryed eyes, fe the no more. Departe. This fayde, in hafte me hieth in, and there doth vengeaunce call, And ftrake her felf, with cruel knyfe, and bluddye downe doth fall. This dolfull chaunce, whan Fauftus heard lamentynge lowde he cryes, And teares his heare and doth accufe, the vniuft and cruell Skies. And in this ragynge moode awaye, he ftealeth oute alone, And gone he is : no man knowes where eche man doth for hym mone. Valerius whan he doth perceyue, his Mayfter to be gone : He weepes and wailes, in piteous plight and forth he ronnes anone. No Man knowes where, he is becom, fome faye the wooddes he tooke, 50 Egloga quinta. Intendynge there to ende his lyfe, on no Man more to looke : The Courte lamentes, the Princeffe eke her felfe doth weepe for woe, Loe, Faujlus fled, and Claudia deade. Valerius vanyffhed too. Finis Egloga quintce. Egloga fexta. /eltx. Fauftus, whom aboue the reft, of Shephardes here that kepe, Vpon thefe holts, ye nombre great of waightye fleefed fhepe : leuerhaueeftemde : and counted eke, the chiefeft Frende of all, What great mifhap, what fcourge of minde or griefe hath the befall ? That hath the brought in fuch a plight farre from thy wonted guyfe ? What meanes this countenaunce all befprent with teres ? thefe wretched eies This mournynge looke, this Vefture fad this wrethe of Wyllow tree, (Ynhappy man) why dofte thou wepe what chaunce hath altered the ? Tell tell, me foone, I am thy frende, Difclofe to me thy gryefe, Be not afrayde, for frendes do feme, to gyue theyr Frendes relyefe. The wofull caufe of all my hurte, good Felix longe agoe, Thou knewft full well : I nede not now by wordes to double woe, Synce that (alas) all hope is paft fynce gryefe, and I am one, And .fynce the Ladye of my lyfe, (my faute) I haue forgone, What woldft you haue me do (oh frend?) to loye ? in fuch dyftres ? Egloga Naye pleafures quyte I banifh here, and yelde to Heuynes, Let gryefes torment me euermore, let neuer Cares awaye. Let neuer Fortune turne her wheale to gyue me blyffull daye. Loue hath me fcourged: I am content lament not thou my ftate, Let fpyght on me take vengeaunce nowe let me be torne with hate. Let her enioye, her happye lyfe, a Flowre of golden hewe, A Mary* That clofeth when the Son doth fet, an( j fp re g,ds with Phebus newe. Syth from my Garlande now is falne, this famoufe Flowre fwete : Let Wyllows wynde aboute my lied, (a Wrethe for Wretches mete) Fye Fauftus, let not Fancie fonde, in the beare fuche a fwaye, Expell Affections from thy mynde, and dryue them quyght awaye. Embrace thine Auncient Lybertie, let Bondage vyle be fled : Let Reafon rule, thy crafed Brayne, place Wyt, in Folies fteade. Synce fhe is gone, what remedye ? why fhuldefl thou fo lament ? Wilt thou deftroy thy felf with tears and fhe to pleafures bent ? Gyue eare to me, and I wyll fhowe the remedies for Loue That I haue learned longe agoe : and in my youth dyd proue. Such remedies as foone fhall quenche the flames of Cupids Fyre, Suche remedies as fhall delaye, the Rage of fonde Defyre. fexta. 53 For Fauftus yf thou folow flyll, '\ the blynded God to pleafe, '&.. And wylt not feke, by Reafons Rule, to purchafe thyne owne eafe, Long canft thou not thy frends enioy but byd them all farewell. And leaue thy lyfe, and giue thy foule todepeflfludsofHell. Leaue of therfore, betymes and let Affection beare no iwaye. And now at fyrft the Fyre quench before it further ftraye, Eche thyng is eafely made to obaye, whyle it is yong and grene, The tender twyg, that now doth bend at length refufeth cleane. The feruent Fyre, that flamyng fyrft, may lytell water drenche, When as it hath obtayned tyme, whole Ryuers can not quencher Forfake the Town, (my Fauftus deare) and dwell, vpon this playne, And tyme mall heale, thy feflryng wound and Abfence banyfh Payne. Aboue all thynges fly Idlenes, For this doth dowble ftrength, To Louers flams, and makes them rage, tyl all be loft at length, Here in thes felds, are pleafaunt things to occupye thy brayn, Be hold : how fpryng reuyues agayn, that winter late had flayne, Behold: the plefaunt Hylles adournd, with dyuers colours fayre, Geue eare to Scillas lufty fonges, reioyfynge in the ayr, What pleafure canft thou more defyre, then here is for to fe : 54 Egloga Thy lufty yewes, with many a lam, Lo: whear they wayt on the, Thynke not vpon that curfed face, that makes the thus her flaue But well regard the pleafaunt lyfe, that here thou feeft me haue, Whan I long tyme a go, did feale, the flames of Cupids fyre, Thefe meanes Lo thou I practifed, to cure my fond defyre. I fyrft wayed with my felfe, How fond a thyng it feamd, To let my heart lye there in chaynes, where I was nought efteamd. And how with flames I burnt for her, that pa{fed nought for me, And how, thefe eyes encreafl my harmes that fyrft her face did fe, With penfyfe heart full fraight with thoughts, I fled from thence away, And though that Loue bad tourne my fleppes. yet wold I neuer flay, But from that foule infectyue ayer, wher firft I tooke my fore, I hyed in haft, and fhund the place, to fe for euer more. Eache letter that I had receyued from her, I caft away, And tokens all, I threw them down, to my no fmall dyfmay. Then bufyed I my felfe in thyngs that myght me mofte delyght, And fought the chiefft means I could, to helpe my weryed fpryght Somtyme I wold behold the fyelds, and Hylles that thou dofte fe, Somtime I wold betraye the Byrds, that lyght on lymed tree, Efpecially in Shepftare tyme, when thicke in flockes they flye, fexta. 55 One wold I take, and to her Leg, a lymed Lyne wold tye, And where ye flock flew thickeft, there I wold her caft awaye, She flrayght vnto the reft wold hye, amongft her Mates to playe. And preafyng in the mydfte of them, with Lyne and Lyme, and all, With cleuyng wyngs, entangled fad. they downe togyther fall. Somtyme I wold the lytel Fylh : with bayted Hooke beguyle : Somtyme the craftye Foxe I wold, deceyue for all his wyle : Somtyme the Wolfe, I wold purfue, fomtyme the fomyng Boore : And whan with labour all the daye, my weryed Lyrns were foore. Than reft and flepe I ftraightway fought no Dreames dyd me afraye : Tormented nought with care, I paft the lyngryng nyght awaye. And thus I cleane forgot : in tyme, the dotyng Dayes I fawe, And freed my ielf, to my great loye, from Yoke of Louers Lawe. More of this fame, I wyll the tell, the next tyme here we mete, And ftronger Medycines wyll I gyue, to purge that Venym fwete. Beholde the Daye is flypt awaye, and Starres do faft appeare, Loe where Califto Virgin ones, doth fhyne in Skies fo cleare. Loe where olde Cepheus walks about, with twynyng Serpent bye, We wyll no lenger heare abyde, But hence wyll homwarde hye. Finis Eglogce fextce. Egloga septima. Irenus fhephard good and thou, that haft yll lucke in loue, The caufe of al my hurt by whom my futes could neuer proue. God neuer let that I fhuld feeke, to be reuenged of the, For whan I might haue ben with eafe, yet wold not fuffer me The Loue that I, Diana bare, on the to fhowe my Spyte : On the in whom my Ladye fayre, had once her whole delyght, If thy mymaps do not me greue, My mifchieefs neuer ende. Thynke notfiremts that by caufe, Diana was thy frend, I beare the worfer wyl affure thy felf fo bafe my loue neuer femde That onely I fhuld fauour her. but all that fhe eftemde. Thou eyther art siluanus borne, Example for to gyue, To vs that know not how, whan Fortune frownes to lyue, Or els hath Nature placed in the fo ftrong and ftoute a mynde. SufFyfynge not, thyne yls alone to beare, but meanes to fynde, In Mr. Huth's copy though the signatures are regular the first ftvo pages of the final original impression down to, she kyld a faythfull frentie, on the next page are omitted : being represented by a blank page. They have been supplied by the kindness of W. A. Wright, Esq., M.A., from the copy ip '.he library of Trinity College, Cambridge. Egloga feptima. 5 * That may the Griefes of others help, I fe thou art fo bent, That Fortune can the not amafe, For all her myfciefes ment, I promys ihejiluanus heare, tyme playne in the doth mow, How dayly Ihe difcouers things, that erft dyd men not know. I can not beare the Gryefes I feale, my force is all to faynt, I neuer could as thou canfl ftynt, the teares of my complaynt. Diana hath procured the paynes, that I mall neuer ende, When fyrfl me falft her troth to me, me kyld a faythfull frende. I meruayle how me could fo foone, put the out of her mind, I well remembre fynce thou wentfte alone I dyd her fynd. In place that forow femde to fhape, where no man flood her nye, But onely (I vnhappy wretche,) that herd her wofull crye, . And this with teares alowde Ihe fayd, O wretche in yll tyme borne. What chaunce haft thou? that thus thou haft Sirenus fwete forlorne. Gyue ouer pleafures now, Let neuer loye the pleafe, Seke all the cruell meanes thou canft that may thy hart dyfeafe. Whan thou dofte hym forget I wym, all mifchifes on the lyght, And after death, the Fendes of Hell, torment thy lyuyng fpryght. What man wold here beleue ? that Ihe that thus could fpea.ke, 5 8 Egloga In fo fhorte tyme as I haue bene awaye, wolde promys breake. O fledfaftnes and Conflancy, how feldome are you founder In womens harts to haue your feats, Or long abydyng ground ? Who looke how much more earneft they, at fyrft theyr hearts do fet, So much more fooner euer more, where late they loued, forget : Full well could euer I beleue, all women gylty of this : Saue her alone, in whom I iudge, neuer nature wrought amis : But fins her maryage how me fpeeds Siluan I pray the tell ? 7 %iluan. Some fay me lykes it very ill, and I beleue it well : For Delius he that hath her now, although he welthy be, Is but a lout and hath in hym, no hanfome qualytie : For as for all, fuche thynges wherin, we Shepeheardes haue delyght, As in Quaiting, Leaping, Singing or to found a Bagpype ryght : In all thefe thinges he is but an Afle, and nothyng do he can, They faye tys quallities but tufh, Its ryches makes a man : jairen. What woman is that yat commeth here, Siluan canft thou tell? Its one hath fped as well in Loue, as we, I knowe her well : She is one of fayre Dianas frendes, who keeps her beafts below, Not far from hence bi her thou maifl Dianas State wel know. feptima. 5 She loued hear a Shephearde cald, Alanius longe a go : Who fauers one yfmenia now, the caufe of al her wo : No place fo fyt for the as this, Lo heare Siluanus ftands, Who hath receaued lyke luck to thine at cruel Fortunes hands, This company befemes the well, Fayr Shepheards both good deane, j&iltran. To the Seluagia eke of Hope, Whom Loue hath fpoyled cleane : A thoufande better dayes I wyfh, than thou haft had before, jselttag. At length may better Fortune fall, For worfe can not be more. To trufte the fayned words of men, Loe, thus poore women fpeeds. And men do fmarte not through your words but your vnconftant deeds. For you when earneftlyeft you loue, no thyng can chaunce fo lyght. But yf a toye com in your Brayne, your mynde is altered quyght. If we but ones, abfent our felues, the fhorteft tyme we maye, So muche vnconftant is your minde Loue foreth ftrayght awaye, Example take Sirenus here whom once Diana lovd, As all we know, and looke how foone her mynd is now removd : No, no, there is not one of you, that conftant can remayne : You iudge but of malicious hart, and of a laloufe brayne. All thyngs you do your felues efteme, and men muft beare no blame. 6 Egloga Of your difiemblyng noughty deeds, we women beare the fhame. j&tren. Fayre Damefell yf you can perceyue Siluanus true doth faye There is not one amongfl you all, but doth from reafon flraye. "What is the caufe that women thus? in theyr vnconflancye, Do cafi a man from hyeft hap, to deepefl myferye ? Its nothyng els, I you affure, but that you know not well, What thing is loue, and what you haue, in hand you can not tell. Your fymple wyts are all to weake, Vnfayned loue to know, And therof doth forgetfulnes, in you fo fhortly grow. j&etuag. Sirenus iudge not fo of vs, our wyts be not fo bafe, But that we know as well as you, whats what in euery cafe. And women eke, there are ynow that could yf they were brought Teache men to lyue, and more to loue, yf loue myght well be tought, And for all this, yet do I thynke, No thyng can worfer be. Than womens flate, it is the word, I thynke of eche degree. For yf they mow but gentle words you thynke for loue they dye. And yf they fpeake not when you lift, than flrayght you fay, they are hye. And that they ar, difdainfull Dames. and if they chaunce to talke. Than cownt you them for chatring Pies whofe tongs muft alwayes walke. feptima. 61 And yf perhaps they do forbeare, and Sylence chaunce to keepe, Than tufh, fhe is not for company, me is but a fymple fheepe. And yf they beare good wyll to one, then flrayght they are iudged nought. And yf yll name to fhun they leaue, Vnconftant they are thought. Who nowe can pleafe thefe laloufe heads, the faute is all in you, For women neuer wold chaunge their minds yf men wold ftyll be true. To this, I well could anfwere you, but tyme doth byd me ftaye, And women muft the lafl worde haue no man may fay them naye. Paffe ouer this, and let vs here, what lucke you haue had in loue, And fhowe yf euer loue of man, your conftaunt hart could moue. No fytter place can be than this, here maye you fafely reft, Thus fytting here, declare at large, the fecretes of your breft Naye : lenger here we maye not byde, but home we mvft awaye, Loe how the Son denies his Beames depriuyng vs of daye. finis Egloga feptima. Rgloga octaua. GTorni*. (Eorifcon. Ow ragethe Titan fyerce aboue his Beames on earth do beate. Whofe hole reflection maks vs feale an ouer feruent heate : Wyth fyery Dog, he forward flames hote Agues vp he dryues : And fends them downe, with boylyng blud to fhorten Myfers lyues. Loe, how the beafts, lyes vnder trees how all thyng feekes the fhade, O blefled God, that fome defence, for euery hurte haft made, Beholde this pleafaunte Brodeleaued Beech and fpringing fountain cleare, Heare made ynough, here water cold com Comix reft we here, And let vs fongs begyn to fyng, our purs and harts be lyght. We fere not we, the tomblyng world we breake no Heaps by nyght. Both place and tyme my Condon exhorteth me to fynge, Not of the wretched Louers lyues, but of the immortall kynge. Who gyues vs pafture for our beafts and bleffeth our encreafe : By whom, while other cark and toyle we lyue at home with eafe. Who keepes vs down, from climyng hye wher honour breeds debate, Egloga octaua. 63 And here hath graunted vs to lyue in fymple Shephards flate, A lyfe that fure doth fare exceade, eche other kynd of lyfe : O happy ftate, that doth content, How farre be we from flryfe ? Of hym therfore, me lyfl to fynge, and of no wanton toyes, For hym to loue, and hym to prayfe, furmounts all other loyes. O Shephards leaue Cupidoes Camp, the ende wherof is vyle, Remoue Dame Venus from your eies and harken here a whyle. A God there is, that guyds the Globe, and framde the fyckle Spheare, And placed hath, the Starres aboue, that we do gafe on here, By whom we lyue, (vnthankful beafls) by whom we haue our health, By whom we gayne our happy ftates by whom we get our wealth. A God ; that fends vs that we nede, a God : that vs defends. A God : from whom the Angels hye, on mortall men attends. A God : of fuche a Clemencie, that who fo hym doth loue Shall here be fure to reft a whyle, and alwayes reft aboue. But we, for hym do lytell care, His Heads we nought efteme, But hunt for thyngs that he doth hate mod pleafaunt thofe do feme, (Vnthankfull myfers) what do we ? what meane we thus to ftraye? From fuche a God, fo mercy full, to walke a worfer waye ? <*4 Egloga Maye nought his benefyts procure ? maye nought his mercyes moue? Maye nothynge bynde, but nedes we mud ? gyue hate to hym for loue ? O happy (ten tymes) is the man, (a Byrde full rare to fynde) That loueth God with all his hart, and kepes his lawes in mynde. He fhalbe blefl in all his works, and fafe in euery tyme, He fhall fwete quietnes enioye, whyle other fmarte for Cryme. The threatnyng chaunces of the world fhall neuer hym annoye. When Fortune frowns on foolifh men he fhalbe fure to ioye. For why ? the Aungels of the Lorde, fhall hym defende alwayes, And fet hym free, at euery harmes, and hurts at all affayes. rf^f'^i Euen he that kept the Prophet fafe. [f Daniel.] f 1 r T v . , from mouthes of Lyons wylde, MOM*. And he that once preferued in Flags, the fely fuckyng Chylde, Eliot. The God that fed, by Rauens Byll, the Teacher of his worde, Shall hym (no doubt) in fafetie keepe, from Famyn, Fyre, aud Sworde. Not he, whom Poets old hauc faynd, to lyue in Heauen hye, lufiter. Embracyng Boyes : (0 fylthy thyng) in beaftly Lecherye. luno. Nor Juno fhe : (that wrinkled lade,) that Quene of Skyes is calde, Satum. Nor foleyn Saturn Churlyfh Chufie, with Scalpe of Cancre bald. Mart. Nor fumyng Foole, with fyery face, that moues the fyghters mynd. octaua. 65 Nor Venus fhe : (that wanton wench) that guyds the Shoter blynd. Can the defende : as God wyll do, for they were fynfull fooles, "Whom fyrft ye blynd hye wilted Greke brought in to wyfe mens Scooles. No none of thefe, but God alone, ought worfhyp for to haue, For they for all theyr Honour ones, reft yet in ftynkyng Graue. Heare haft thou heard, the happy ftate of them that lyue in feare, Of God : and loue hym beft : now lyfl, his foes reward to heare, And fyrfl know thou that euery man, that from this God doe goe, And folows luft, hym he acountes, to be his deadly foe, This myghty Kyng of whom we talk, as he is mercyfull, And fuffers long, reuengyng flow, So when we be thus dull, That we wyl not perceaue in tyme, the goodnes of his grace, His fauour ftraight, he doth withdraw and tournes a way his face. And to him felfe then doth he fay, How long fhall I permit Thefe flubburne beaftes, for to rebell ? and fhall I loue them yet, That hate me thus ? or haue I nede theyr louynge mynds to craue ? I afke no more but onely loue, and that I can not haue. Well, wel I wil not care for them, that thus do me dyfpyfe, Let them go lyue, euen as they lyft, I turne awaye myne eyes. 66 Egloga When God hath thus fayd to him felf Then doth the braynlefle foole, Cafl Brydle of, and out he runnes, neglectynge vertues Scoole, Then doth the Deuyl geue him lyne, and let him rune at large, And Pleafure makes his Mariner, to row in vyces Barge, Then vp the Sayles of wilfulnes. he hoyfes hie in haft, And fond Affection blowes hym forth, a wynd that Pluto plaft, Then cuttes he fwyft, the feas of fin, and through the Chanell deape, I With loyful mynd, he fleets a pace, whom Pleafure bryngs a ileape, f Then who fo happy thinks hym felfe ? who dreames of ioy but he ? Turn, turn, fayeth he : to thynk of God, In age fuffifeth me. Now wil I paffe my pleafaunt youth, Such toyes becomes this age, And God (hall followe me fayth he, I wyll not be his page, I wyll be prowd, and looke a loft, I wyll my bodye decke, "With coftly clothes, a boue my (late who then dare gyue me checke ? . Garments fom time, fo gard a knaue, that he dare mate a Knyght, Yet haue I fene a Nee in hemp, For Checking often lyght. The Peacocks plume fhal not me pas that nature finely framde For coulord fylkes fhal fet me fourth, that nature fhalbe fhamde, My Sworde fhal get me valiant fame, I wyll be Mars out ryght, . octaua. 67 And Mars you know, mufl Venus haue, to recreate his fpryght. I wyll oppreffe the fymple knaue, (hall Slaues be fawfy now? Nay : I wyll teache the nedy Dogges, with Cappe to crowche, and bow. Thus fareth he, and thus he lyues, No whyt eftymyng God, In health, in ioy, and luftynes, free from the fmartyng Rod, But in the midfl of all his myrth, whyle he fufpecteth leaft, His happy chaunce, begyns to chaunge and eke his fleetynge feaft, For death (that old deuouryng Wolf) whom goodmen nothyng feare, Corns faylyng faft, in Galley blacke, and whan he fpyes hym neare, Doth boorde hym ftrayght, and grapels faft And than begyns the fyght, In ryot leapes, as Captayne chiefe, and from the Maynmaft ryght, He downward corns, and furfet than affayleth by and by, Then vyle defeafes forward fhoues, with paynes and gryefe therby, Lyfe Hands aloft, and fyghteth hard, but pleafure all agafte. Doth leaue his ore, and out he flyes, then death approcheth faft. And giues the charge fo fore, yat needs muft lyfe begyn to flye, Then farewell all. The wretched man with Caryen Corfe doth lye, Whom Deth hymfelf flyngs ouer bord, amyd the Seas of fyn, The place wher late, he fwetly fwam, now lyes he drowned in. 68 Egloga octaua Contynuall torment hym awaytes, (a Monfter vyle to tell) That was begot of Due Defert, and raygneth now in Hell, With gredy mouth he ahvayes feeds vpon the Syndrownd foule, "Whofe gredy Pawes, do neuer ceas, in fynfull fluds to prowle. Loe. This the ende, of euery fuche as here lyues luftylye Neglectyng God thou feeft, in vyce. do lyue. in fyn do dye. What ftmld I fpeke of al theyr harms that happens them in lyfe ? Theyr Confcience prickt, theyr barren blud theyr toyle, their grief, theyr ftryfe, With mifchiefes heaped many a one, which they do neuer trye. That Loue and Feare the myghty God, that rules and raynes on hye, To long it weare, to make difcourfe, and Phebus downe defcends, And in the Clowdes his beams doth hyde which tempeft fure portends, Looke how the beafles begin to fling, and cafl theys heades on hye, The Hearonfhew mountes aboue the clouds ye Crowes ech wher do cry All this fhowes rayn, tyme byds vs go com Coridon awaye, Take vp thy Staffe, fetch in thy beafts let vs go whyle we maye. Coribon. Comix agreed, go thou before, yon curfed Bull of myne I mufl go dryue : he neuer bydes, among my Fathers Kyne. Finis Egloga octaua. EPYTAPHES. [ An Epytaphe of the Lorde Sheffeldes death. Hen Brutyfh broyle, and rage of war in Clownym harts began When Tigres ftoute, in Tanners bonde vnmufled all they ran, The Noble Sheffeyld Lord by byrth and of a courage good, By clubbifli hands, of crabbed Clowns there fpent his Noble blud. His noble byrth auayled not, his honor all was vayne, Amyd the preafe, of Madye Curres, the valyant Lorde was flayne. And after fuche a forte (O ruth,) that who can teares fuppreffe. To thynke yat Dunghyll Dogs Ihuld dawnt the Floure of worthynes. Whyle as the rauenyng Wolues he prayed his gylteles lyfe to faue. A bluddy Butcher byg and blunt, a vyle vnweldy knaue With beaflly blow of boyflerous byll at hym (O Lorde) let dryue, And clefte his head, and fayd therwith fhalt thou be lefte alyue ? O Lorde that I had prefent ben, and Hectors force withall, Before that from his Carlyfh hands, the cruell Byll dyd fall. Then fliulde that peafaunt vyle haue felt the clap vpon his Crowne, Then fhuld haue dazed his dogged hart from dryuyng Lordes adowne. 7<> Epytaphes. Then fhuld my hands haue faued th y lyfe good Lord whom deare I loued Then fhuld my hart in doutfull cafe, full well to the ben proued, But all in vayne thy death I wayle, thy Corps in earth doth lye. Thy kyng and Countrey for to ferue thou dydfte not feare to dye. Farewel good Lord, thy deth bewayle all fuche as well the knewe, And euerye man laments thy cafe : and Googe thy death doth rewe. C An Epytaphe of M. Shelley Jlayne at Muffelbroughe. fVan Mars had moued mortall hate and forced fumyfh heate ^ And hye Bellona had decreed, to fyt with Sworde in Seate, The Sccttes vntrue with fyghtynge hande, theyr promys to denye, Affembled fall, and England thought, the trothe with them to trye. Chofe Mufclebronghe theyr fyghtynge place amyd thofe barrayne fyelds Theyr breche of fayth, there not to try with trothe, but trotheles Shyeldes In battayle braue, and Armye ftrong Encamped fure they laye, Ten Scottes to one (a dredeful thyng a dolfull fyghtyng daye.) That Englyfh men were all agafte, with quakyng ftaues in hande. To fe theyr enemyes lye fo neare, and death with them to ftande. Epytaphes. 7* No other reraedye there was, but fyght it out or flye. And who fhuld fyrfl the Onfet gyue, was fure therin to dye. Thus al difmayde, and wrapt in feare with doutfull mynde they flande, If beft it be, with flyght of foote, to ftryue or fyght of hande. Tyll at the length, a Captayn floute. with hawtye mynde gan fpeake. Cowards all, and maydly men of Courage faynt and weake, Vnworthye com of Brutus race, to this your manhode gon, And is there none you Daflardes all, that dare them fet vpon. Then Shelly all inflamed with heate with heate of valyaunt mynde, No Cowardes we, nor maydly men, ne yet of Daftards kynde, 1 wold you wyfte dyd euer com, but dare be bolde to trye, Our manhode heare, thoughe nought appeare but deth to all mens eye And with thefe wordes (O noble hart) no longer there he ftayde, But forth before them all he fprang as one no whyt difmayed With charged ftaffe on fomyng horfe his Spurres with heeles he ftrykes, And forewarde ronnes with fwiftye race, among the mortall Pykes And in this race with famous ende, to do his Countrey good, Gaue Onfet fyrfl vpon his Foes, and loft his vitall blud. T Finis. Epytaphes. C An Epytaphe of Maifter Thomas Phayre. fHe hawtye verfe, yat Maro wrote made Rome to wonder muche And meruayle none for why the Style and waightynes was fuche, That all men iudged Parnaffus Mownt had clefte her felfe in twayne. And brought forth one, that feemd to drop from out Mineruaes brayne. But wonder more, maye Bryttayne great wher Phayre dyd floryfh late, And barreyne tong with fwete accord reduced to fuche eftate : That Virgils verfe hath greater grace in forrayne foote obtaynde, Than in his own, who whilft he lyued eche other Poets ftaynde. The Noble H. Haivarde once, that raught eternall fame, With mighty Style, did bryng a pece Of Virgils worke in frame, And Grimaold gaue the lyke attempt, and Douglas wan the Ball, whofe famoufe wyt in Scottyfh ryme had made an ende of all. But all thefe fame did Phayre excell, I dare prefume to wryte, As muche as doth Appolloes Beames. the dymmeft Starre in lyght. The enuyous fates (O pytie great, had great difdayne to fe, That vs amongft there fhuld rpnaayn fo fyne a wyt as he, Epytaphes. 73 And in the mydft of all his toyle, dyd force hym hence to wende, And leaue a Worke vnperfyt fo, that neuer man mall ende. C An Epytaphe of the Death Affections doth the golden meane reproue. Affections tourns the frendly hart to hate, Affections breedes without difcretion Loue, Both wyfe and happye (Googe) he maye be hyght, Whom God gyues grace, to rule affections ryght. C To Alexander Ne.uell. fHe lytell Fyfh, that in the flreme doth fleet With brode forth flret- ched Fyns for his difporte When as he fpyes, the Fyffhes bayte fo fwete, In hafle he hyes, fearynge to com to fhorte, 8a Somites, But all to foone (alas) his gredy mynde, By ram attempt, doth bryng hyra to his bane, for where he thought a great relyefe to fynde, By hydden hooke, the fymple fole is tane. So fareth man, that wanders here and theare, Thynkyng no hurt to happen hym therbye, He ronnes amayne, to gafe on Beauties cheare, Takes all for golde that glyflers in the eye, And neuer leaues to feade by lookyng long, On Beauties Bayte, where Bondage lyes enwrapt, Bondage that makes hym to fynge an other fong, And makes hym curfe the bayte that hym entrapte. Neuell to the, that loueft their wanton lookes, Feade on the bayte, but yet beware the Hookes. Alexander Neuells Anfwere to the fame. T is not curfed Cupids Dart : Nor Venus cancred Spyght, It is not vengeaunce of the Gods That wretched harts doth fmyght, With reflleffe rage of carefull Loue. No, No, thy Force alone Sonettes. 83 Affection fond, doth flyr thefe flames. Thou caufefl vs to mone And waile, and curs our wretched flats. Our thryfe vnhappy plights, Our fighes, and powdred fobs with tears, Our greuous gronyng Sprights, Thy hateful Malice doth procure : O Fancye flamyng Feend Of Hel. For thou in outwarde fhape, And colour of a frende Dofl by thy Snares and flymed Hooks entrap the wounded Harts : From whence thefe Hellike torments fpryng, and euer greauyng Smarts. Whence Gripe of minde, with chaunged chere Whence face befmeard with teares. Whence thoufand mifchiefs more, wherwith fuche Myfers Hues outweares. Our gafyng eyes on Bewties bayt do worke our endles bane. Our eyes I fay doo worke our woo, Our eyes procure our paine. Thefe are the Traps to vexed mynds Here Gyns and Snares do lye. Here fyre and flames by Fancie framde, In brefl doo broyle and frye. O Googe the Bayte fone fpyed is. Soone vewd their wanton lookes. Wheron to feede, and yet to fhun, The priuy lurkyng hookes, Their pain, Their toile, Their labour is There There lyes endles flrife. O happy than that Man account, Whofe well directed Lyfe Can fly thofe yls, which fancy flirs, And lyue from Bondage free. A Phanix rvght on yearth (no double) A Byrde full rare to fee. Sonettes. C 71? M. Henrye Cobham, of the moft bleffed ftate of Lyfe. He happyefl lyfe that here we haue, My Cobham yf fhall defyne, The goodlyefl Rate, twyxte byrth and graue, Mofl gracious dayes and fweteft tyme, The fayrefl face, of fadynge Lyfe, Race ryghtlyeft ronne in ruthfull wayes, The fafeft meanes to fhun all flryfe : The fureil Staffe, in fyckle Dayes : I take not I as fome do take, To gape and gawne, for Honours hye, But Court and Cayfer to forfake, And lyue at home, full quyetlye, Remembreil thou? what he once fayde, Who bad, Courte not in any cafe, For Vertue is, in Courtes decayed, And Vyce with States, hath chyefefl place, Sonettes. 85 Not Courte but Countreye I do iudge, Is it wheare lyes, the happyefl lyfe, In Countreye growes, no gratynge grudge, In Countreye ftandes not flurdye flryfe, In Countreye, Bacchus hath no place, In Countreye Venus hath defecte, In Countreye Thrafo hath no grace, In Countreye fewe of Gnatoes Secte. But thefe lame foure and many more, In Courte, thou malt be fure to fyndfii, For they haue vowed, not thence to goe, Bycaufe in Courte, dwels ydle mynde. In Countreye mayfte thou fafelye reft, And flye all thefe, yf that thou lyfte, The Countrey therfore, iudge I bed, Where godly lyfe, doth vyce refyfte, Where vertuous exercyfe with ioye, Doth fpende the yearet that are to run, Where Vyces fewe, maye the annoye, This lyfe is befl whan all is done. 86 Sonettes. C To Alexander Neuell of the blejffed State of him tJuit feeles not the force of Cupids flames. ; S ofte as I remembre with my felf, The Fancies fonde, that flame by foolyfh Loue, And marke the Furyes fell, the blynded elfe And Venus (he that raynes fo fore aboue, As ofte as I do fe the wofull ftate, Of Louers all, and eake their myferye, The ones defy* ryng mynde the others hate, Trothe with the one, with the other Trecherye, So ofte fay I, that bleffed in the wyght, Yea AfewtfWefl, and double bleft agayne, That can by rea* fon rule hys mynde a ryght, And take fuche foo- lyfh fadynge toyes for vayne. C Alexander Neuells Awnfwere to the fame. fHe plunged mind in finds of griefs The Sences drowned quyght, The Hart oppreft. The flefh confumed The chaunged flate outright. Sonettes. 87 The Body dryed by broylyng blafe, Of preuy fchorchyng Flame. The doulfull Face. The countnaunce fad The drowping Courage tame. The Scaldyng fyghes. The greeuous groones The burning rage of fyre The ernefl fute. The fruitles Toyle. The deepe and hot Defyre, The Braynes quight brufd and crufht with Cares. The euer duryng foore. The very paynes of Hell it felf, with thoufande mifchyefes moore, Which wounded Harts enflamed with Loue with Gryefe do ouerflow, And works Iheyr endles plage and fpight Tyll Death from thence do growe. All thefe conclude him bleft (my Googe) And trible bleft agayne, That taught bi tract of Time can take Such fadyng Toyes for vayne. C To Mayftre/e A. fYnce I fo long haue lyved in pain and burnt for loue of the, (O cruel hart) dofle thou no more efleame the Loue of me, Regardfl thou not, the health of hym ? that the, aboue the reft Of Creatures all, and next to God hath deareft in his breft. Is pytie placed from the fo farre is gentlenes exylde ? Haft thou ben foftred in the Caues, of Wolues or Lyons wylde ? Haft thou ben fo? why then no force, the leffe I meruayle I, Such as the Damme, fuche is the yong experyence trewe doth trye. Sonettes. Syth thou art of fo fyerce a mynde, why dyd not God then place In the, with fuche a Tygers Harte, a fowle yll fauerde face ? Sure for no other ende but that, he lykes no Louers trade, And the therfore a ragynge Fende, an Angels face hath made. Suche one as thou, was Gorgon oupf as auncient Poets tell, Who with her Beautie mazed men, and nowe doth raygne in Hell, But mercye yet, of the I craue, yf ought in the remayne, And let me not fo long the force, of flamyng fyre fuflayne, Let pytie ioynde with beautie be, fo mail I not dyfdayne, My blud, my hart, my lyfe to fpende with toyle, with ftryfe, and payne, To do the good, my breath to loofe, yf nede fhall fo requyre, But for my feruyce and my paynes, thou gyuefl me hate for hyre. Well now take this for ende of all. I loue and thou dofle hate, Thou lyueft in pleafures happely. and I in wretched ftate. Paynes can not laft for euermore, but tyme and ende wyll trye, And tyme fhall tell me in my age, How youth led me awrye. Thy face that me tormented, fo, in tyme fhall fure decaye, And all that I do lyke or loue, fhall vanyfh quyte awaye, Thy face in tyme fhall wrynckled be, at whiche I fhall be glad, Sonettes. 89 To fee thy forme transformed thus, that made me once fo fad, Than fhall I blame my foly moch and thanke the mightyefl kyng That hath me faued tyll fuch a daye, to fe fo fonde a thyng. And tyll that tyme I wyll keepe clofe my flames and let them blafe, All fecretly within my breft, no man on me fhall gafe. I wyll not trefpaffe fynfully, for God mall geue me grace To fe .he tyme wherin I fhall neglecte thy folyfh face, And tyll that tyme adieu to thee, God keepe thee far from me, And fende thee in that place to dwell, that I (hall neuer fee. C To George Holmeden of a ronnynge Heade. fHe greatefl vyce that happens vnto men, And yet a vyce, that many comon haue, As auncient Wryters waye with fobre Pen, Who gaue theyr doome, by force of wyfdom graue, The forefl mayme, the great eft euyll fure, The vyleft plague that Students can fuftayne, And that whiche mode doth ygnoraunce procure. My Holmeden is to haue a ronnynge Brayne, 9 Sonettes* For who is he that leades more reflles lyfe, Or who can euer lyue more yll beflead ? In fyne who lyues, in greater Care and ftryfe, Then he that hath, fuche an vnftedfafl hedde : But what is this ? me thynkes I heare the fay, Phyfition take, thine owne difeafe away. 1 To the Tranflation of Pallingen. fHe labour fwete, that I fuflaynde in the, (O Pallingeri) when I tooke Pen in hande, Doth greue me now, as ofte as I the fe, But halfe hewd out before rnyne eyes to flande, For I mufl needes (no helpe) a whyle go toyle, In Studyes, that no kynde of mufe delyght And put my Plow, in grofle vntylled foyle, And labour thus, with ouer weryed Spryght, But yf that God, do graunt me greater yeares. And take me not from hence, before my tyme, The Mufes nyne, the pleafaunt fynging feares Sonettes. 9' Shall fo enflame my mynde with luft to ryme, That Palingen I wyll not leaue the fo, But fynyfh the accordyng to my mynd. And yf it be my chaunce away to go, Let fome the ende, that heare remayne behynde. T/ie Harte abfent. mufe tell me, is my hart becom, well I feele, k is from hence a way, My Sences all, doth forrow fo benumme : That abfent thus, I can not lyue a Day. I know for troth, there is a fpecyall Place, Wher as it moft, defyreth for to bee: For Oft it leaues, me thus in Dolfull cafe, And hether commes, at length a gayne to me? Woldeft thou fo fayne, be tolde where is thy Harte Sir Foole in place, wher as it fhuld not be: Tyed vp fo fail, that it can neuerftarte? Tyll Wyfdom get, agayne thy Lybertye: In place wher thou, 93 S one ties. as fafe maifl dvvel fwet daw? As may the harte, ly by the Lyons paw: And wher for thee, as much be fure they paffe: As dyd the matter ons for EJops Afle. C To Alexander Neuell. fF thou canft banifti Idle nes, Cupidoes Bowe is broke, Ouid. And well thou mayft dyfpyfe his bronds cleane void of flame and fmoke What moued the Kynge Agiftus ons, to Loue with vyle excefie : The caufe at hand doth ftreight apeare he lyued in Idlenes. Finis. C The Aunfwere of A. Neuell to the fame. fHe lack of labour mayms ye mind, And wyt and Reafon quyght exiles. And Reafon fled. Flames Fancy blind. And Fancy me forthwith beguyles The Senfles wight : that fwiftly fails Through deepeft fluds of vyle exces. Thus vice abounds. Thus vertu quails By meanes of drowfy Idlenes. C To Mayftrejfe D. I fOt from the hye Cyiherion Hyll nor from that Ladies throne 'From whens flies forth ye winged boy Sonettes. 93 yat makes fonse fore to grone. But nearer hence this token corns, from out the Dongeon deepe, Where neuer Plutto yet dyd raygne nor Proferpyne dyd fleepe. Wheras thy faithful Seruaunt Hues. whom duetie moues aryght, To wayle that he fo long doth lacke, his owne deare Mayftres fyght. C Out of an olde Poet. I lYeFye, I lothe to fpeake wylt thou my lull, >Compell me no we, to doo fo foule an acte. Nay rather God with Flame confume to dufl. My carryon vyle, then I perfourme this facte Let rather thoughtes, that long, haue weryed me : Or fycknes fuche as Fancye fonde hath brought^ O gapyng Hell, dryne me now downe to the, Let boylyng fyghes, confume me all to nought iNs mufynge as I fat, and Candle burnynge bye, 'When all were hufht I myght difcem a fymple felye Flye. $[ That flewe before myne eyes, with free reioyfynge Hart, And here and there, with wings did play as voyde of payne and fmart, 94 Sonettes. f[ Somtyme by me fhe fat, when fhe had playde her fyll, And euer when (he refled had aboute fhe flyttered flyll. f[ When I perceyued her well, reioyfyng in her place, O happye Flye quoth I, and eake, worme in happy cafe. f[ Whiche two of vs is befl ? 1 that haue reafon ? no : But thou that reafon art without and therwith voyde of woe. f[ I lyue and fo dofle thou, but I lyue all in payne, And Subiect am to her alas, that makes my Gryefe her gayne. [The following lines are added to this Poem, in the Faultet escaped, at the end of the original Edition.] f[ Thou lyuefl, but feelfl no gryefe, no Loue doth the torment, A happye thynge for me it were, If God were fo content. That thou with Pen, wert placed here and I fat in thy place, Then I muld loye as thou dofl nowe and thau fhuldft wayle thy cafe. I do heare thy name, r a ^ as m y hart doth ryfe : And feekes fourthwith to fe the falue that mofl contentes myne eys. But when I fe thy Face, that hath procured my payne, Sonettes. 95 Then boyles my blud in euery part, and beates in euery vayne ? Thy voice when I do heare, then collour comes and goes, Some tyme as pale as Earth I looke, fome tyme as red as Rofe. If thy fweete Face do fmyle, then who fo well as I ? If thou but call a fcornefull looke, then out alas I dye. But flyll I lyue in payne, my fortune wylleth fo, That I ftiuld burne and thou yet know, no whytt of all my wo. Nhappye tonge Jwhy dydfte thou not confent When fyrfl myne eyes dyd vewe that Princely face, To (how good wyll, that hart opprefl than ment. And whylfl tyme was, to fewe for prefent grace. O fayntyng Hart, why dydft thou then conceale? Thyne inwarde Fyers, that flamde in euery vayne, "Whan pytie and gentlenes, were bent to heale. Why dydft thou not, declare thy ragyng payne ? When well thou mightft haue moued her gentle mynde, Why dydfte thou than, kepe backe thy wofull playn ? 9* Sonettes. Thou knewfte full well, redres is hard to fynde, Whan in thy owne affayres, thy corage faynts. But fynce me is gon, bewaile thy grief no moore Synce thou thy felfe, wart Caufer of the Soore. C Oculi augent dolorem. Out of fyght, out of mynd. raP He oftener fene, the more I luft, ^Jk The more I luft, the more I fmart vJ^-The more I fmart, the more I truft, The more I trull, the heauyer hart, The heuy hart, breedes myne vnrefl, Thy abfence therfore, lyke I befl. The rarer fene, the leffe in mynde, The leffe in mynde, the leffer payne, The leffer payne, leffe gryefe I fynd, The leffer gryefe, the greater gayne, The greater gayne, the meryer I, Therfore I wyfh thy fyght to flye. The further of, the more I ioye. The more I ioye, the happyer lyfe, The happyer lyfe, leffe hurts annoye The leffer hurts, pleafure moll ryfe, Suche pleafures ryfe, mall I obtayne When Diflaunce doth depart vs twaine. C Finis. Somites* 91 Ccufe not God, yf fancie fond, do moue thy foolylh brayne, > To wayle for loue, for thou thy felfe, art caufe of all thy payne. C Finis. Lynes (hall tell the Gryefe that I by Loue fuflayne. burne, I flame, I faynt, I fryfe, of Hell I feele the payne. C Of the vnfortunate choyfe of his Valentyne. ^t <$f* He Paynes that all the Furyes fell 2% can cafl from Lymbo lake, v^- Eche Torment of thofe Hellifh brains wher crawleth mani a fnake, Eche mifchiefe that therm doth lye eche fmart that may be founde, Flye from thofe feendifh clawes a whyle with flames breake vp the grounde, Lyght here vpon this curfed hand, make here your dwellyng place, And plague the part, yat durft prefume his Mayfter to difgrace. "Which thrufl amonge a nombre of: fo many princely names, And wher thy Maiftres had her place amongfl the chiefefl Dames, Durfte thus prefume to leue her there and drawe a ftraunger wyght, And by thyne owne vnhappy draught torment my pauled Spryght. Sonettes. H The vncertayntie of Lyje. fO vayner thing ther can be found amyd this vale of flryfe, -'As Auncient men reporte haue made then trufte vncertayne lyfe. This tr[e]we we dayly fynde, by proofes of many yeares, And many tymes the trothe is tryed, by loffe of frendly fears, Hope who fo lyfl in lyfe hath but vncertayne flay. As tayle of Ele that harder held, doth fooner flyde away. When leafl we thynk therof, mofl neare approcheth it. And fodaynly poffes the place, wher lyfe before did fytt : How many haue byn feen, in Helth to go to reft, And yet eare mornyng tyde haue ben, with Cruell Death oppreft, How many in their meales, Haue Joyfully ben fett, That fodaynly in all their Feafte, hath yealded Earth theyr dett Syth thus the lyfe is nought, that in this world we truft, And that for all the pompe and Pryde, the Bodie tournes to dufl : Hope for the lyfe a boue, whiche far furmounteth all. With vertuous mind await the time When God, for vs doth call Sonettes. 99 C A Refufall. Yth Fortune fauoures not and al thynges backward go, And fyth your rnynd, hath fo decreed, to make an end of woe. Syth now is no redrefle, but hence I mufl a way, Farwele I waft no vayner wordes, I Hope for better day. C OfMaiflres D S. fHy fyled wordes, yat from thy mouth did flow Thy modeft looke with gefture of Diane. Thy curteous mynde, and althynges framed fo. As anfwered well, vnto thy vertuous fame, The gentlenes that at thy handes I founde In ftraungers hou[f]e, all vnaquaynted I, Good S. hath my Hart to the fo bounde, That from the can it not be forced to flye, In pledge wherof, my feruyce here I gyue Yf thou fo wylte to feme the whylft I Sonet tes. C Of Money Money me, take Frendfhyp who fo lyft, For Frends are gon come once Aduerfytie, When Money yet remayneth fafe in Chefl, That quickely can the bryng from myferye, Fayre face fhowe frendes, whan ryches do habounde, Come tyme of proofs, farewell they muft awaye, Beleue me well, they are not to be founde. If God but fende the once a lowrynge daye. Golde neuer ftarts afyde, but in dyflres, Fyndes wayes enoughe, to eafe thyne heuynes. C Goyng towardes Spayns I Arewell thou fertyll foyle, _ that Brutus fyril out founde, \iiWhen he poore foule, was driuen clean from out his Countrey ground. That Northward layft thy lufty fides amyd the ragyng Seas. Whofe welthy Land doth fofter vpp, thy people all in eafe, While others fcrape and carke abroad, theyr fymple foode to gett. Sonettes. And felye Soules toke all for good, that commeth to the Net. Which they with painfull paynes do py[n]ch. in barrain burning Realmes : While we haue all with out reflreint a mong thy welthy flreames. O blefl of God thou Pleafaunt He, where welth her felf doth dwell: Wherin my tender yeares I paft I byd thee now farewell. For Fancy dryues me forth abrode, and byds me take delyght, In leuyng thee and raungyng far, to fee fome ftraunger fyghL And fayth I was not framed heare to lyue at home with eas: But paffynge forth for knowledge fake to cut the fomyng feas. C At Bonyuall in Fraunce. )Fond affectyon > wounder of my Hart, 'When wylt thou Ceafe. to breed my reflles payne, When comes the end, of this my Cruell fmart : When mail my force, beate backe thy force agayne. When mail I faye, this reftles rage of myne : By Reafon ruld, is banyfht quyght a way, And I efcaped, thefe cruell bondes of thyne; O flamynge feend, that feakeft my decaye. 102 Sonettes. Safe thynkyng I, Charibdis Rage to flye, On Scylla Rocke, in Bonyuall I dye. ?Ragyng Seas, land myghty Neptunes rayne, ''In monflrous Hylles, that throweft thy felfe fo hye, That wyth thy fludes, doeft beate the Ihores of Spayne : And breake the Clyues, that dare thy force enuie. Ceafe now thy rage, and laye thyne Ire a fyde, And thou that haft, the gouernaunce of all, O myghty God, grant Wether Wynd and Tyde, Tyll on my Coun- treye Coaft, our Anker fall. L. Blundeflon of Ingratitude. He lytell Byrde, the tender Marlyon, That vfeth ofte vpon the Larke to praye, With great reproche, doth flayne the mynde of man If all be true, that Wryters of her faye. For me a Creature, maymde of Reafons parte, And framde to lyue accordynge to her kynde, Somites. 103 Doth feme to fofter Reafon in her Hart And to afpyre vnto Deuyner mynde. when Hungers rage me hath exyled quyte, And fupped well as falleth for her (late. The felye Larke, doth take by force of flyght, And hyes to tree, where as fhe lodged late, And on the trem- blyng Byrde all nyght fhe ftondes, To keepe her feete, from force of nyppynge colde, The amazed Wretche, within her ennemyes handes, And clofed fad, within the clafpyng holde. Awayteth DeaJi, with drowfye drowpyng Hart, And all the nyght with feare drawes on her lyfe, The gentle Byrde, whan darkenes doth departe Doth not depryue, the felye foule of lyfe, Nor fylles with her her hungred egre brefl But wayeng well, the feruyce fhe hath done. To fpyll the Blud, her Nature doth deleft, And from fo great a Cryme, her felfe doth fhun. She lets her go and more with ftedfaft eyes. Beholds whiche way t4 Sonettes. (he takes with mazed flight, And in thofe partes that Daye (he neuer flyes Leafl on that Byrde agayne me chaunce to lyght. Loe, Blundjlon heare how kyndenes doth habounde, In felye Soules where Reafon is exylde, This Byrde alone fuffyfeth to confounde, The Brutyfh myndes of men that are defyled, With that great Vice, that vyle and haynous Cryme Ingratitude (whiche fome vnkyndenes call.) That Poyfon flrong that fpryngeth ftyll with tyme, Tyll at the length, it hath infected alL C The Aunfwere of L. Blundefton to the fame, fHis Mirrour left of this thy Byrde I fynde, Hath not fuche force, to enter in the Hert, To roote away Vnthankefulnes of minde, As others haue, the Vertues to peruert, (fo prone we are to Vice :) The Tenche by kynd hath Salue for euery Soore, And heales the may- med Pike in his dyflreffe, Sonet tes. *5 The Churlyfh Pike for gentlenes therfore, In his rewarde, doth cruellye expreffe. His murdring mynde, his fylthy fpotted fayth, When hungre prickes to fyll his gredye lawes, He grypes his poore Chyrurgion vnto death. Who late to hym of lyfe was onely caufe. Thy Merlians haue fewe Ayryes in our ground But Pikes haue Spawnes good ftoore in euery Pound. C To the Tune of Appelles- fHe rufhyng Ryuers that do run The valeys fweet adoumed new That leans their fides againft ye Sun with Flours frefli of fundry hew, Both Afhe and Elme, and Oke fo hye, Do all lament my wofull crye. while winter blak, with hydious ftormes Doth fpoil ye ground of Sommers grene, while fpringtime fweet ye leaf returns That late on tree could not be fene, while fomer burns while harueft rains Stil ftyl do rage my reftles paynes. No ende I find in all my fmart, But endles torment I fuftayne Synce fyrfl alas, my wofull Hart By fight of the was forft to playne, Synce that I loft my Lybertie, Synce that thou madfte a Slaue of me !6 Sonettes. My Hart that once abroade was free Thy Beautie hath in durance brought Ons reafon rulde and guyded me, And how is wyt confumde with thought Ons I reioyfed aboue the Skye, And now for the I alas I dye. Ons I reioyfed in Companye, And now my chief and whole delyght Is from my frendes awaye to flye And keepe alone my weryed fpryght Thy face deuyne and my defyre, From flem hath me tranfformed to fyre. O Nature thou that fyrfl dyd frame, My Ladyes heare of pureft Golde Her face of Cryftall to the fame. Her lippes of precious Rubyes molde Her necke of Alablafter whyte Surmountyng far eche other Wight Why dydft thou not that tyme deuife Why dydft thou not forefe before ? The mifchyefe that therof doth ryfe, And grief on grief doth heap with flor To make her Hart of Wax alone, And not of Flynt and Marble Stone. O Lady fhowe thy fauour yet, Let not thy Seruaunt dye for the Where Rygour rulde, let Mercy fyt Let Pytie Conquere Crueltie Let not Difdain, a Feend of Hell, Poffes the place, wher Grace mould dwell . ,-.