...NEY 
 
 .RNASSUS 
 
 MIGUEL 
 DE CERVANTES
 
 MSBOOW
 
 JOURNEY TO PARNASSUS.
 
 JOURNEY TO PARNASSUS 
 
 COMPOSED BY 
 
 MIGUEL DE CERVANTES SAAVEDRA 
 
 TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH TERCETS WITH 
 PREFACE AND ILLUSTRATIVE NOTES 
 
 BY 
 
 JAMES Y. GIBSON 
 
 TO WHICH ARE SUBJOINED THE ANTIQUE TEXT 
 
 AND TRANSLATION OF THE LETTER OF 
 
 CERVANTES TO MATEO VAZQUEZ 
 
 LONDON 
 
 KEGAN PAUL, TRENCH AND CO. 
 
 i PATERNOSTER SQUARE 
 
 1883
 
 Thou, who art listening, if thou heed aright 
 The sweet recital of this ' Journey' grand, 
 Shah hear new things of exquisite delight. 
 
 Ch. viii. p. 237.
 
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 SRLF 
 
 TO MARGARITA. 
 
 Across the gorse-clad common, sprent with gold, 
 
 Through lanes of black-thorn, bright with blooms of snow, 
 Up sunny slopes, with daisies all aglow, 
 
 We walked, and talked of things both new and old. 
 
 In memory of those Spring-days, loved so well, 
 I send to thee this tiny, modest gem, 
 Dropped from a Spanish monarch's diadem, 
 
 Or, shall I say, his cross of San Miguel. 
 
 Such wealth of jewels had that poet- king, 
 This little straggling pearl forgotten lay, 
 And connoisseurs, who passed it on the way, 
 
 Disdained to pick it up, the common thing ! 
 
 To me it seemed to gleam with light untold, 
 And so with mickle pains, and mickle fretting, 
 I coaxed it into this plain English setting, 
 
 To wile its lustre forth with English gold. 
 
 Thyself a pearl, deign thou this pearl to wear, 
 Mayhap the critics' glance will then be kind ; 
 If not, what matter ? Beauty's in the mind ; 
 I'm pleased if thou be pleased to think it fair. 
 
 J. Y. G. 
 
 TUNBRIDGE-WELLS, 
 April, 1882.
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE ix-lxv 
 
 OF THE PORTRAIT AND ITS PEDIGREE . . . Ixvii-lxxv 
 
 AUTHOR'S DEDICATION, PROLOGUE,AND SONNET 1-7 
 JOURNEY TO PARNASSUS, SPANISH TEXT AND 
 
 ENGLISH VERSION 8-261 
 
 APPENDIX TO THE "PARNASSUS" 263-297 
 
 LETTER OF CERVANTES TO MATEO VAZQUEZ 
 
 DURING HIS CAPTIVITY IN ALGIERS . . 299-327 
 
 NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIVE PIECES 329
 
 TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE. 
 
 " Good wine needs no bush," and a good poem 
 should need no prologue. Cervantes was evidently 
 of this opinion, for the single enigmatical sentence 
 with which he introduces this delightful satire, like 
 the piquant olive which ushers in a good Spanish 
 dinner, was intended simply to quicken the palates of 
 his readers. We would gladly follow his example, 
 and allow this Parnassus-Journey of his, tricked out 
 in the choicest English and the smoothest Terza rima 
 at our command, to present itself to English readers 
 without the formality of an Introduction. We are 
 the more tempted to do so, inasmuch as we find, 
 on perusing the admirable French version of the 
 Voyage au Parnasse by M. Guardia, that this pains- 
 taking scholar thinks it needful to preface it with a 
 learned and laborious Introduction of well-nigh 200 
 pages, and to supplement it with a long biographical 
 dictionary of 135 pages, while the little poem
 
 x 'Translator's Preface. 
 
 of 125 pages, wedged in between two such bulky 
 treatises, has hardly breathing-space. We humbly 
 confess that for such a task as this we have little 
 ability and less inclination. A satire that requires 
 so much minute commentary is manifestly defunct, 
 and may be regarded as a curious fossil, of interest 
 only to the antiquarian. We make bold to say that 
 such is not the case with this little poem of Cervantes. 
 It needs no such extraneous aid to make it intelligible. 
 There is enough of native vitality in it to interest and 
 even to fascinate all readers of the right sort. Though 
 one of the children of Cervantes' old age, produced 
 in his sixty-seventh year, it has a sprightliness and 
 vigour worthy of his prime. It is instinct with that 
 peculiar humour which sparkles in his Novels, and 
 overflows in his " Don Quixote," and which, though 
 at times it seems to run riot, is redeemed from the 
 charge of utter extravagance by its intensely human 
 heartiness. And there is wisdom too combined with 
 the wit ; for as M. Guardia truly says : " The reader, 
 who would make this Journey of Parnassus in 
 company with Cervantes, will find in him not only 
 an unequalled guide, who will not allow him to sleep 
 by the way, but also a critic of the grand school, of 
 rare sagacity, of exquisite taste, unrivalled in that 
 most difficult art the art of teaching truth with a 
 smile and of making wisdom lovable."
 
 'Translator s Preface. xi 
 
 But that which seems to us to give this delectable 
 poem its chief charm and value is the curious self- 
 revelation it offers of the inner life and aspirations of 
 the man who, after Shakespeare, was the foremost 
 creative genius of his age, and whose life, unlike that 
 of his great contemporary, was chequered with 
 numberless " moving accidents by flood and field." 
 Shakespeare, in his Sonnets, gives us a certain measure 
 by which to test the nature and depth of the passion 
 that possessed him, though the heart of the mystery 
 is still untouched. But Cervantes is much more un- 
 reserved and communicative. Whoever has felt the 
 spell of this Wizard of the South must know how his 
 personality is stamped, like a hall-mark, on every- 
 thing he wrote; how the romance of his life is 
 interwoven with the romance of his writings, so that 
 a peculiar loving interest in the matchless story-teller 
 is born, and increases with our love for his works. 
 All the world knows that this is eminently the case 
 with his Don Quixote. In that tale of tales, and 
 behind the visor of the immortal knight, who seems 
 born for no other reason than to banish "loathed 
 Melancholy " from the world, and replace it with 
 "heart-easing Mirth " and " Laughter holding both 
 his sides," we are confronted with the face of a man, 
 whose eyes betray no spark of insanity, but a glowing 
 enthusiasm tempered with all sorts of humorous
 
 xii Translator s Preface. 
 
 gleamings ; whose mobile lips have always a winning 
 smile for his friends, and a light curl of irony for his 
 foes ; whose brow, furrowed with care, and sorrow, 
 and thought, bespeaks the man of vast experience, both 
 of men and things, which gives him the right and 
 power to speak on all matters that concern humanity ; 
 in fact, one of those rare heroic characters, of gentle 
 manners, splendid gifts, and noble thoughts, whom 
 to know and to love is of itself a liberal education. 
 
 If such loving personal interest has grown up in 
 any of our readers by a thoughtful study of the 
 adventures of the Knight of La Mancha, it will 
 certainly not be lessened by a perusal of the Journey 
 to Parnassus. For herein Cervantes openly takes up 
 the role of his own Don Quixote, and with a faith 
 as simple, and a courage as undaunted, he sets himself 
 to a task as hopeless as the most desperate of his 
 hero's. This Herculean labour is nothing more nor 
 less than to banish mediocrity from the realm of 
 Spanish poesy, and to sweep from its sacred precincts, 
 which had become as foul as an Augean stable, all 
 shams, lies, hypocrisies, and vulgar baseness whatso- 
 ever. A Quixotic purpose truly in any age or 
 country, but doubly Quixotic in a land which, in the 
 time of Cervantes, was overrun with a perfect plague 
 of poetastry ! To say the truth, it is but a mild sort of 
 interest that we take in the enterprise itself, though the
 
 Translator s Preface. xiii 
 
 surroundings of it, and the period at which it takes 
 place, are sufficiently fascinating. For the combined 
 reigns of the Second and Third Philips, during which 
 Cervantes lived, form undoubtedly the Augustan age 
 of Spanish literature. It is adorned with a roll of 
 names as brilliant as were ever concentrated in any 
 one age, in any country. There is Herrera, with his 
 sublime odes; Luis de Leon, with his heaven-inspired 
 lyrics ; Gongora, with his clear, trenchant satires, 
 ringing romances, and new, turgid, superfine, 
 aesthetic jargon ; Lope de Vega, with his eternal flow 
 of comedies, like the sands on the sea-shore innu- 
 merable; Quevedo, with his wonderful visions that 
 electrified Europe, and his political satires that gave 
 him the fame of a Spanish Junius; and, lastly, there 
 is Calderon de la Barca, who, born in the middle of 
 this wonderful age, winds it up with his incompa- 
 rable dramas, which soar to the utmost height that 
 Spanish dramatic genius has ever reached. If we 
 add to these some of the minor deities, the Argensolas, 
 Borjas, Villegas', Rebolledos, Riojas, Molinas, De 
 Castros, and Artiedas, we have an array of multi- 
 farious talent such as the world has seldom seen in 
 such close conjunction. 
 
 In the midst of this brilliant conclave of poets 
 Cervantes occupies a peculiar position. He has 
 affinity with each, but stands apart from all. As
 
 xiv Translator's Preface. 
 
 thoroughly Spanish as any in all that constitutes 
 nationality (Castellano a las derechas), his genius, 
 consciously or unconsciously, claims kinship with 
 humanity. His works, firmly rooted in Spanish soil, 
 are destined to bear transplanting to every region, and 
 to be reproductive in every climate, save that of 
 their birth. Other nations since then have had 
 their Walter Scotts, Goethes, and Victor Hugos, 
 heaven-inspired geniuses of the same type and earthly 
 descent, sturdily national and intensely human, but 
 Cervantes is childless in Spain. We may fitly 
 compare him to one of those ancient giant oaks in 
 some ancestral park (shall we say Herne's Oak, with 
 all the witchery and glamour of Elf-land around 
 it?) which stands alone in its majesty, carefully 
 guarded and palisaded, reverenced and idolized, 
 but round which there is a treeless waste, without 
 a sturdy sapling to show the vigour of the parent 
 trunk. 
 
 It was perhaps this peculiarity of Cervantes' genius 
 that made him so solitary and unbefriended amongst 
 his contemporaries ; it was certainly this that made 
 him so sensitive to all that passed around him, and 
 gave him such a penetrating glance into the very 
 heart of things. He was, therefore, neither dazzled 
 nor blinded by the brilliancy of the period in which 
 he lived. He neither envied it nor carped at it,
 
 Translator's Preface. xv 
 
 though few of its outward honours descended upon 
 him. He had within himself a standard sure and 
 unerring by which to measure its worth and tendency. 
 With a sort of prophetic instinct he could detect, 
 amid all its splendid, unnatural exuberance, the sure 
 symptoms of decay ; and in that fatal feverish thirst 
 for immediate fame, regardless of high aims and pure 
 taste, which few of his poetic comrades were able to 
 resist, he could descry the coming degradation and 
 prostitution of that divine art which was dearer to 
 him than life. 
 
 But when he turns from the magnates of the 
 realm of Literature to the common herd whom they 
 influenced and inspired- what a curious spectacle 
 awaits him ! It seems to his vivid imagination as if 
 Valencia and Saragossa, Madrid and Seville, all the 
 centres of light and thought in the kingdom, had 
 become so many huge factories for the spinning and 
 weaving of rhymes. Throughout the length and 
 breadth of the land he sees poetry converted into a 
 trade, and a very vile one. All sorts and conditions of 
 men seem pressing into it : churchmen and courtiers 
 and scholars, tailors and cobblers and piecers ; men 
 of good education, of half-education, of no education; 
 puffed up with vanity and bristling with conceit, and 
 all of them doing what may emphatically be called 
 a roaring business. Poets are here, there, every-
 
 xvi 'Translator 's Preface. 
 
 where. They spring from the dust like frogs ; they 
 go hopping about in the antechambers of the great, 
 jostling each other in the theatres and market-places, 
 haunting the wine-shops and taverns and dens of 
 pollution ; treating everywhere a very Babel of dis- 
 cordant sounds, and what is worse, carrying with 
 them over the land, into every village and hamlet, 
 that peculiarly horrible pestilence the plague of 
 poetastry. 
 
 As a typical instance of the truth of this description 
 we may quote a curious passage from Suarez de 
 Figueroa's El Pasagero, published in 1617, wherein he 
 says : " In a late poetical tournament held in honour 
 of St. Anthony of Padua, no less than 5,000 copies 
 of verses were sent in for competition ; and the 
 monks of the monastery where it was held, after 
 having adorned their cloisters and the body of the 
 church with the better class of them, found that 
 enough remained over and above to cover 100 
 monasteries ! " The contemporary Annals of Seville, 
 lately brought to light, tell us the same tale of hideous 
 and inordinate production. It is no wonder then 
 that Cervantes, who was essentially an aristocrat in 
 his poetic tastes, should look on such a state of mat- 
 ters with supreme disgust, and should thunder forth 
 his displeasure in such sonorous threatenings as 
 these:
 
 Translator's Preface. xvii 
 
 O false, accursed, troubadouring race, 
 
 That fain would pass for poets wise and strong, 
 Being the very scum of all that's base ; 
 
 Between the palate, tongue, and lips, your song 
 Comes surging forth in never-ending blast, 
 Affronting virtue with unmeasured wrong ; 
 
 Ye poets, in deception unsurpassed, 
 
 Beware, for now the awful threatened day, 
 That seals your final doom, has come at last ! 
 
 Cervantes would, if he could, have been a very 
 despot in the realm of poesy. No countenance to 
 vulgarity and common-place, no truce with preten- 
 tious ignorance, no quarter to baseness and obscenity ! 
 As he himself tells us, through the mouth of the 
 Canon of Toledo, he would have every comedy, be- 
 fore acted, pass the scrutiny of a jury of experts, 
 and be thoroughly purged of all uncleanness, moral 
 and artistic. And as for the fledgling poets, let them 
 dare to plant one foot on Parnassus-hill without 
 special passport from Apollo, countersigned by 
 himself! 
 
 It is in this humour, half-serious and half-comic, 
 that he sets himself to write the Journey to Parnassus 
 and organize a new crusade against poetic infidels. 
 But, as we have already said, this is not the matter 
 that concerns us most in the book. The scene and 
 subjects of this serio-comic warfare are too remote 
 for modern sympathy. It is but a lukewarm interest 
 at best that we can take in most of the characters,
 
 xviii Translator's Preface. 
 
 whose merits Cervantes epitomizes in a single 
 sentence, or whose blots he hits with a single playful 
 touch of his satiric foil ; and even the wholesale 
 massacre of the godless and profane, righteous retri- 
 bution though it be, excites in us no very lively 
 emotion. Not even the breath of Cervantes' wit 
 can make the dead bones of these defunct poets live 
 and take shape before us, nor have we any great 
 desire they should. Herrera and Gongora, Lope 
 de Vega and Quevedo, with some others, are still 
 living, and we are glad to meet with them again. 
 Arbolanche, and Lo Frasso, and the author of La 
 Plcara Justina have suffered a kind of resurrection, 
 and we get to have such tender affection for them as 
 Izaak Walton had for the worm that wriggled on his 
 hook. As for the rest they " come like shadows, so 
 depart." If we wish to have further knowledge of 
 them it had better be as dried specimens in the hortus 
 siccus of Spanish bibliography. But we do desire to 
 know something about the noblest of them all 
 Cervantes himself; and to learn the various elements 
 that make up his wonderful character. Such know- 
 ledge in part he gives us here ; and, if we read the 
 poem aright, it is such knowledge he means to give 
 us from the very outset. All the rest is but the in- 
 genious setting which enshrines this engaging chapter 
 of his self-biography.
 
 Translator 's Preface. xix 
 
 There is confessedly no more charming writer 
 than Cervantes when he takes us into his confidence, 
 and speaks of himself and his doings. His prologues 
 to Don Quixote, the Novels, the Comedies, and best 
 of all to the Persi/es, are the most chatty and delect- 
 able bits of self-revelation ever penned, worth half- 
 a-dozen ponderous memoirs. He who can read the 
 last of them without laughter ending in a sob must 
 have a curious temperament. Of all these the Journey 
 to Parnassus is the true complement. Stitch them 
 together with a little running thread of connection, 
 and we need little more to tell us how he looked, 
 how he lived, and what he lived for j we might 
 almost say, how he died. The Journey is specially 
 valuable on this account, for it is not only self- 
 revealing, it is intensely and often amusingly self- 
 asserting. It throws light on two things especially ; 
 his poverty and his genius. 
 
 We know already in a rough way, just as did the 
 people of Seville and Madrid among whom he lived, 
 what were the externals _of the life of this remarkable 
 man, who, in an age of splendid geniuses, sets him- 
 self forth as a chief authority and reformer in matters 
 poetic ; and they are not very alluring. We know 
 that he came of a poor but noble family j that he had 
 but a scanty education was, in fact, in Spanish phrase, 
 an injenio lego not entitled, as we would say, to put
 
 xx Translator 's Preface. 
 
 B. A. after his name, in an age when graduates were 
 plentiful as blackberries ; that he served as a private 
 soldier for seven years of his life, and suffered as a 
 captive for five ; that for fifteen years he was a sort 
 of commissary's agent to collect corn .and wine and 
 oil for the army and navy, notably for the great 
 Armada; that for ten years more, down to the date of 
 this Journey, he had picked up a precarious living as 
 a private notary, or scrivener, or whatever the Spanish 
 escribano may denote ; that during all this time he 
 had received no mark of royal acknowledgment, save 
 that on one occasion, in 1605, he was commissioned 
 (seemingly as a reward of merit for his Don Quixote) 
 to " chronicle the small beer " of courtly festivity at 
 the baptism of that most high and mighty princeling, 
 Felipe Domenico Victor, afterwards Philip IV ; and 
 finally that, while he was penning this Satire, he was 
 a poor pensioner on the bounty of the Count de 
 Lemos, and his Grace the Archbishop of Toledo. 
 In fact, to all outward appearance his life was a 
 conspicuous failure. 
 
 No one could be more conscious of this than 
 Cervantes himself. It was a standing wonder to 
 him, that, despite of his commanding abilities, he 
 could not get on in the world. In the economy of 
 the universe, at least in the Spanish portion of it, 
 there seemed no place reserved to him, in which to
 
 Translator s Preface. xxi 
 
 plan and toil and be prosperous, for his own and the 
 common good. It gave him cause to philosophize, 
 and the results of his much pondering he presents in 
 this book. He seems to have three different theories 
 to account for the strange phenomenon, and he 
 presents each of them in turn in a jesting or serious 
 way, just as the humour seizes him. 
 
 The first he gives after this fashion. He belongs to 
 a class of human beings, of all classes notoriously the 
 most unpractical. Poverty has ever been, and must be, 
 the badge of all the tuneful tribe, for they are essentially 
 a generation of dreamers. When called on to attend 
 to sublunary affairs they are winging their way above 
 the spheres. The world goes quickly past them while 
 they are limning the feats of Mars, or piping, in rosy 
 bowers, of Venus and her loves. While in the 
 solitude of their musings they are weaving a web of 
 beautiful fancies, or adoring their own creations, they 
 are contracting a sublime and eternal ignorance of 
 common things. It is little wonder then that, when 
 Nature forces them, as it forces ordinary mortals, to 
 descend into the every-day world, they should find that 
 everything has gone wrong, and instead of discovering 
 ahouse of theirown to live in and be happy, they should 
 be fond of lingering at a neighbour's hearth (amigo del 
 hogar de ajena casa). In such merry vein does Cer- 
 vantes jest about his poverty in the first chapter. He
 
 xxii translator's Preface. 
 
 is a poet of the same order, and must bear the 
 common lot. No doubt he had full proof of this in 
 his life of commissary and scrivener, wherein, we can 
 well imagine, he was more engaged in studying the 
 humours of the men he met, and weaving little 
 stories out of their lives, than in attending to their 
 business. That business and clients should take 
 flight and leave him alone to his dreams, could be no 
 mystery. It was well for him that he could console 
 himself with an aphorism, worthy of his countryman 
 Seneca: "With little I'm content, although I long 
 for much ! " 
 
 His second theory is one special to himself, and he 
 gives it with a very serious face. There seems a 
 fatality in all that he does. Good-fortune, when she 
 comes, comes with a timid, hesitating air, but flies 
 from his embrace as if from a spectre's. These are 
 the words he puts into Apollo's mouth : 
 
 Thyself hast fickle Fortune wooed and won, 
 Oft have I seen thee with her days agone, 
 But from the imprudent she is fain to run. 
 
 Biographers have vainly vexed their brains to find 
 out in what this " imprudence " consisted ; whether 
 it refers to his general character, or to some single 
 act that coloured and determined his after-life. His 
 life, so far as we know, was eminently pure, and we 
 may be quite sure that, if he had ever been guilty of
 
 Translator s Preface. xxiii 
 
 any grave moral offence, his enemies would have 
 found it out. The same idea he repeats in a more 
 poetical form, as addressed to himself by Apollo : 
 
 Men's evil fortunes swell up from behind, 
 Bringing their current with them from afar, 
 And so are feared, but cannot be declined. 
 
 The notion of fatality is here more precisely uttered. 
 There is some back-current, taking its rise in his 
 very nature, or in bygone events springing directly 
 out of it, that affects his life. Things may look 
 bright for a time, but suddenly comes this baleful 
 current with its accumulated force, and sweeps every- 
 thing before it. This idea haunts him ; and his life 
 seems to give warrant for it. When he was twenty- 
 eight years of age, and had done with fighting the 
 Turks, and was returning home to well-earned rest, 
 with glowing testimonials from his commanders that 
 promised him certain advancement, he is suddenly 
 arrested in mid-ocean, and, as he grimly puts it, "Fate 
 drags him by the hair" into five years' sore captivity. 
 In Algiers he has glorious schemes for the release of 
 himself and comrades, which are on the eve of 
 success, when lo ! in the midst of them he is con- 
 fronted by a villain, in the form of that ecclesiastic 
 Blanco de Paz, who ruins everything. He had done 
 this person no offence, except the offence which any 
 loyal and virtuous man naturally gives to a traitor 
 c
 
 xxiv 'Translator's Preface. 
 
 and miscreant, and yet the shadow of that Dominican 
 falls across his life, and rests there. He returns to 
 Spain, and presents to Philip II. a humble petition 
 for a petty post in that paradise of the desperate, 
 Spanish America ; his hopes are bright, but some- 
 thing or somebody intervenes, and the demand is 
 fruitless. His commissary's life tells the same tale. 
 His books will not balance, his sureties vanish and 
 leave him in the lurch, the monks of Ecija take it 
 into their heads to excommunicate him for trespass 
 on their sacred lands, he finds himself in prison once 
 and again ; and yet his character is unstained, he has 
 done nothing but what might safely be put to the 
 score of " imprudence." And now, just at the 
 period of this satire, when his great patron, Count 
 de Lemos, goes as Viceroy to Naples, and founds 
 there a noble Academy, and many brilliant promises 
 are made to him, and a door at last seems opened to 
 honour, it may be to affluence, a little false rumour, 
 a little backbiting whisper takes place, and the door is 
 shut. It is well for him again that he can take refuge 
 in such consolation as Apollo gravely offers him : 
 
 The man who merits luck, which Fate denies 
 Without good reason, and in mood severe, 
 Is honoured more than if he won the prize. 
 
 His last theory, which is no theory, affects him 
 most of all. Cruel fate, or his own outspoken,
 
 Translator's Preface. xxv 
 
 careless, impetuous nature, may be against him ; but 
 his worst enemies are those who ought to have been 
 his warmest friends, viz., his comrades in the literary- 
 world. He takes up this parable against them, and 
 his words are very bitter : 
 
 Envy and ignorance do dog my track, 
 And envied thus, and put to direst stress, 
 The good I hope for I must ever lack. 
 
 He had written the work of the age. He knew 
 it, and foresaw its fame. Nor had he fault to find 
 with its immediate effect amongst his countrymen. 
 It circulated through the length and breadth of the 
 land. It was read and laughed over by all classes ; 
 it was a sort of nine-days' wonder. But its real 
 value was unknown j it was soon forgotten, and it led 
 to nothing. All the profits he reaped from it hardly 
 sufficed to keep the wolf from his door. But the 
 blindest of all were those who ought to have been 
 shrewdest. To us nowadays it seems unutterably 
 strange, that an age of great wits should have failed 
 to recognize the worth of Don Quixote, and to 
 acknowledge that the man who wrote it was the 
 greatest of them all. It was envied by some for the 
 stir it created ; it was carped at and deprecated by 
 others; it was understood by none. And so it 
 remained for an age after, until the chorus of praise 
 that rang through Christendom came echoing slowly
 
 xxvi Translator s Preface. 
 
 back to the land of its birth, and revealed to the 
 Spaniards what a priceless treasure they possessed. 
 It was with perfect right, then, that Cervantes in his 
 own day puts these words into Mercury's mouth : 
 
 Thy works, through all the world in every part, 
 Which Rozinante on his crupper bears, 
 Are known, and stir to strife the envious heart. 
 
 The records of the period are so scanty and void 
 of detail, that we can hardly appreciate the full truth 
 of this. There is one little sentence, however, in a 
 letter of Lope de Vega's lately brought to light, 
 which, though a small straw, may show how the 
 wind blew. It reads thus : " There are many poets 
 in labour for the coming year; but none so bad as 
 Cervantes, or so stupid as to praise Don Quixote!" 
 
 If the man who was glorified as the "Phoenix of 
 Spanish wits," and Commander-in-chief, par ex- 
 cellence, of the army of poets, could say this, we can 
 imagine what part the subalterns would play. It 
 was certainly one of Lope's clique, whether the 
 Dominican Aliaga or some other, who at this very 
 time played the scurviest part of all ; who, under the 
 name of Avellaneda, had the effrontery to produce a 
 second Don Quixote, and withal, the ineffable mean- 
 ness to gloat over the idea, that he was thereby de- 
 priving Cervantes of the profit he might surely count 
 on from his second part. That such a public affront
 
 Translator's Preface. xxvii 
 
 should be possible, in an enlightened Court, clearly 
 shows in what esteem Cervantes and his works were 
 held by the elite of his countrymen, and to what dire 
 straits he was reduced. It was reserved for a noble 
 Frenchman, who came at this time to the Court of 
 Madrid, to pay him the finest, subtlest compliment 
 that poor genius ever received : "If poverty constrains 
 him to write, please God he may never have plenty, 
 so that, remaining poor, he may enrich the whole 
 world with his works ! " It is the same sort of con- 
 solatory phrase that he himself puts into the mouth 
 of Poesy, addressed to himself and all poets in like 
 condition : 
 
 I give you wealth in hope, and not in hand ; 
 A guerdon rich, replete with highest cheer 
 That all the realm of Fancy can command. 
 
 But the poverty of Cervantes, whatever might be 
 its origin, was no hindrance to his gaiety. He ever 
 wore it, as the Spanish gentleman wears his capa, 
 with ease and grace and good humour. In what a 
 merry, sprightly way does he make it the very frame- 
 work of this Satire ! Like a new Don Quixote, 
 eager for a new sally, we see him (by a slight 
 stretch of the imagination) set forth on his Journey, 
 astride the haunches of Fate, the common hack of 
 the Universe, as if it were a second Rozinante, its 
 belly-bands bursting with joy at the thought of fresh
 
 xxviii Translator's Preface. 
 
 adventure ; while in actual fact he is trudging on foot 
 along the weary road to Carthagena, in shabby gar- 
 ments, with wallet on his back, whose only provender 
 is a small loaf and eight maravedis' worth of cheese ! 
 He waves a sarcastic adieu to Madrid, that stony- 
 hearted stepmother of the poets, at whose doors he 
 declines to be found one day dead. He meets with 
 a smile the mocking raillery of Mercury : 
 
 O Adam of the poets, O Cervantes ! 
 
 What wallets and attire be these, my friend, 
 Which plainly manifest thy wit but scant is ? 
 
 He has a smart repartee ready for the grave irony of 
 Apollo, who tells him that all the laurel-shaded seats 
 are bespoken, and it behoves him to take seat on his 
 cloak : 
 
 My lord, it hath escaped you quite, I fear, 
 That I possess no cloak ! 
 
 And so throughout the whole tale. If our readers 
 would have a picture of Cervantes, the poor, light- 
 hearted son of genius, we commend to them the 
 portrait with which we have ventured to adorn this 
 book. The common portraits, whose authenticity 
 is not established, represent him as a gallant of the 
 period, arrayed in rich garments of rustling silk, and 
 bestarched ruff, like a second Pancracio de Ronces- 
 valles. But this is a veritable effigies of the Vlajero^ 
 half-sailor, half-landsman, who did good service to
 
 Translator's Preface. xxix 
 
 the State both on sea and land. His felt hat and 
 homely jerkin show him as he always was in his 
 working dress. And the face withal is a noble one. 
 The large, sparkling eyes, the well-proportioned nose, 
 slightly curved, the thin, sharply-cut lips, with just a 
 shade of dreamy melancholy resting on them, which 
 seem ready at any moment to flicker with humour 
 or curl with irony, bring before us in a very real way 
 at once the Cervantes as described by himself, and 
 the Cervantes of our fancy. Without regard at 
 present to the genuineness of the portrait, but with 
 simple regard to propriety and the truth of things, 
 we feel inclined to place beneath it part of the in- 
 scription which the poet himself attached to his own 
 sketch in pen-and-ink : " This is the portrait of him 
 who made they ourney of Parnassus in imitation of that 
 of Cesar Caporal of Perugia : he is commonly called 
 Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra; he was many years 
 a soldier ; and for five and a half a captive ; during 
 which he learned to have patience in adversity ! " 
 
 Such was Cervantes in his outward low estate, 
 as revealed by himself: but he has something also to 
 tell us of his peculiar genius, which constituted the 
 inner glory of his life. He gives us to know, that in 
 early life his eyes were greeted by the sight of a 
 divine vision, so beautiful and unearthly that it 
 haunted him ever afterwards. It was none other
 
 xxx Translator's Preface. 
 
 than the vision of that heavenly maid, True Poesy, 
 whom he describes with such rapturous eulogy and 
 wealth of phrase in the fourth chapter of this work : 
 
 In rear of these, there came at length along 
 A wondrous being, radiant as the light 
 The sun emits amid the starry throng ! 
 
 The highest beauty pales before her sight, 
 And she remains alone in her array, 
 Diffusing round contentment and delight; 
 
 She looked the likeness of Aurora gay 
 When, 'mid the roses and the pearly dew, 
 She wakes to life and ushers in the day ; 
 
 The garments rich, and jewels bright of hue 
 Which gemmed her person, might hold rivalry 
 With all the world of wonders ever knew. 
 
 And this "holy maid of loveliness complete," Santa 
 hermosisima doncella, met perhaps unawares on the 
 banks of his own Henares, as Burns met the Scottish 
 muse near the banks of Doon, was no mere casual 
 visitant. She followed him ever after, throughout 
 his whole career, growing to his fancy brighter and 
 more enchanting as years went on, until at length 
 he loved her with a measureless passion even to 
 idolatry. And she, in turn, lit up within his bo- 
 som the never-dying flame of genius, inspired his 
 thoughts and works, and made his life, that was out- 
 wardly so cheerless and loveless, a well-spring of in- 
 ward gaiety. 
 
 This is perhaps too sentimental a way of putting the
 
 Translator's Preface. xxxi 
 
 matter, but it is in effect Cervantes' own. According 
 to our way of thinking, this Parnassus- Journey exists 
 mainly for the sake of the fourth chapter, planted in 
 the centre of it. Therein, before Apollo and the 
 Muses, and the congregation of his brethren, seated 
 complacently beneath the laurels, myrtles, and oaks, 
 while he must stand on foot, he delivers an oration 
 such as poet never ventured on before. His words 
 have no peculiar modesty he claims to stand apart 
 from the common herd. He claims to be the man, 
 " who in creative power surpasseth many." He recites 
 before them the scanty but precious roll-call of his 
 writings, beginning with his romantic Galatea; in- 
 cluding his Novels, the models of all coming fiction ; 
 his peerless Don Quixote, the medicine for all time of 
 minds diseased ; and winding up with the philosophical 
 Persiles, which in his opinion was to crown the whole. 
 Immediately thereafter he introduces that sublime 
 vision of True Poesy, which to him was the embodi- 
 ment of earthly beauty, truth, and purity the sum 
 and quintessence of human good ; as if to say to his 
 countrymen, and through them to the world : "These 
 are the works by which I shall henceforth be known, 
 and this is the divine power that inspired each and all 
 of them, from first to last, believe it who may ! " No 
 doubt in all this there is a certain air of defiance and 
 self-assertion ; and he had even the hardihood, a few
 
 xxxii Translator s Preface. 
 
 pages before, to call on Mercury to authenticate the 
 same: 
 
 For not in vain is Sire Apollo's dower 
 Of gifts to thee, the rare inventor's art, 
 The supernatural, instinctive power. 
 
 Many of his biographers are profuse in their apologies 
 for such immodest boasting. But what need ? Cer- 
 vantes was no braggart. He believed his words to be 
 true then ; the world believes them now ; and, more- 
 over, he had to tell the truth to an unbelieving gene- 
 ration, who were only too ready to take his poor and 
 low condition as the measure of his genius. 
 
 We take this fourth chapter, then, to be a kind of 
 personal manifesto. But it is not a mere piece of 
 self-laudation. He had arrived at a time of life 
 (he was now sixty-seven years of age) when mere 
 vanity or lust of fame have little sway. He was con- 
 scious of possessing a higher gift than most of his fel- 
 lows, and he feels free to proclaim it. But he knew 
 besides that his ideal of perfection was nobler than 
 theirs, and this he would hold up in his last years as 
 a mirror to his fellow-poets, even at the risk of self- 
 glorification. For he was much concerned about the 
 state of his country's literature. Strange to say, his 
 own intellect was clearer and his fancy brighter in the 
 three last years of his life, than ever they had been 
 before. His Novels, the second part of his Don
 
 'Translator's Preface. xxxiii 
 
 Quixote, his Persiles, all concentrated within this 
 short space, are sufficient to immortalize him. They 
 show him in the very strength of his genius ; they 
 manifest also the exceeding loftiness of his aims. Of 
 his Novels he affirms : " One thing I feel bold to say : 
 that if there was a shade of possibility that these 
 novels might excite one evil desire or fancy in the 
 minds of their readers, I would rather cut off the 
 hand that wrote them than give them to the public ! " 
 Of the others he might have said the same with equal 
 truth. That ideal of beauty, truth, and purity, which 
 first inspired him, remained with him to the last. It 
 is this he would fain leave as his best legacy to his 
 country. He had already done good service in finally 
 ridding the land of the polluting books of chivalry. 
 But there were powers for evil in the State even more 
 potent than they. The stage had now unbounded 
 sway : their romances and ballads had been for ages 
 the very life-blood of the people. If these became 
 corrupt and defiling, the nation itself was doomed to 
 quick decay. It was therefore with no little concern 
 that he heard it proclaimed by the brilliant wits who 
 ruled the stage, and the masters of song who delighted 
 the people, that the pleasure and tastes of the vulgar 
 were their pleasure and taste, and that the true art of 
 the poet was the art of pleasing. These were the 
 doctrines of Lope and his school, and the results had
 
 xxxiv 'Translator's Preface. 
 
 been disastrous. There was no pure standard of taste 
 in the land : the blind followed their blind leaders. 
 It is no wonder that the old Cervantes, whose whole 
 life had been a striving after art in its noblest form, 
 should feel his spirit stirred within him at the sight of 
 such rank idolatry. So like another Paul, in another 
 Athens, he proclaims to the enlightened wits of Madrid 
 that the gods they were worshipping were false gods, 
 things of wood and clay, Mammon and Vain-glory. 
 He tells them that the image of True Poesy, which had 
 been the strength and glory of his own life, was the 
 only worthy object of their worship : and with a 
 power and authority which he could wield when he 
 chose, he calls on all poetic pretenders, the polluters of 
 the stage and the defilers of the wells of song, who 
 had become the pests and plagues of the nation, to 
 confess their follies, and bow down before that " holy 
 maid of virgin beauty," or die in their sins ! O 
 sancta simplicitas! It is the old role of Don Quixote 
 and his peerless Dulcinea over again : " Sir Knight, 
 if thou confess not that the matchless Dulcinea del 
 Toboso exceedeth in beauty thy Casildea de Vandalia, 
 thou diest ! " 
 
 It needed not the wit of Cervantes to see the hope- 
 lessness and also the humour of the situation ; that 
 he, single-handed, should dare the unequal combat 
 with Fashion, folly, self-seeking, and presumptuous
 
 Translator s Preface. xxxv 
 
 ignorance. Others, like Artieda and Barahona de 
 Soto, men of true discernment, had tried to cope with 
 the degraders of art, but none took the matter so 
 much to heart as Cervantes. And so with a melan- 
 choly weariness, born of poverty and hard toil, he 
 throws himself down one day " worn and shattered 
 on his bed," in his "old and sombre home," and 
 dreams a dream this mirthful dream of the Journey 
 to Parnassus; where all his lovings and longings are 
 realized, where the destruction of the False and the 
 triumph of the True, and the reinstatement of Poesy 
 on her rightful throne, are all gloriously achieved 
 in an allegory ! 
 
 We leave it to our readers to appreciate at their 
 worth the various incidents of the tale : the gay, 
 fantastic, rhythmic ship that ploughs the Italian and 
 Grecian seas, with its living freight of the good and 
 gifted, bound with fair wind to Parnassus ; that other 
 ship of bulk immense, crammed, poop to prow, with 
 middling poets, tawdry merchandise fit for Calicut or 
 Goa, that excites the wrath of Neptune and the pity 
 of Venus ; the dazzling vision of True Poesy ; the 
 weird dream of Vain-glory ; and finally the famous 
 Battle of Parnassus, prototype of all " Battles of the 
 Books : " whose merry sounds of victory were re- 
 echoed in Spain from the mountains of Guadarrama, 
 and caused Pisuerga to smile, and Father Tagus to
 
 xxxvi 'Translator s Preface. 
 
 laugh, as he rolled down to the sea his sands of 
 gold. All these seem to us instinct with the same 
 humorous fancy that was then engaged in discovering 
 the impossible island of Barataria, and breathing life 
 and spirit into Clavileno, that wondrous wooden 
 steed. But if these content them not, we trust they 
 will be charmed with the living portraiture of the 
 Hero himself, that poor son of genius, so mirthful in 
 his poverty, so proud of his creations, whom repentant 
 Spain has now placed on a higher throne than the 
 " rare inventor" himself ever dreamed of. 
 
 While such is our estimate of the worth of this 
 satirical poem, it is well to warn our readers that this 
 is not the general opinion. Mr. Ticknor, the highest 
 authority on Spanish literature, very curtly declares : 
 "This poem of Cervantes has little merit." He 
 concedes that some of the episodes are of interest, 
 but on the whole his verdict is unflattering. We 
 cannot deny that this opinion is almost warranted by 
 the little interest which the poem has hitherto excited. 
 It was first published in Madrid in 1614, and passed 
 through but one edition. A reprint was issued at 
 Milan in 1624, and this sufficed for the wants of the 
 Spanish colony in Italy. It was never afterwards 
 published in a separate form. None of the pirating 
 publishers in Valencia, Barcelona, or Medina del 
 Campo, who reprinted Cervantes' other works by the
 
 Translator s Preface. xxxvii 
 
 thousand, seem to have thought it worth repro- 
 ducing ; and the same may be said of their brethren 
 in Lisbon and Brussels. More than a hundred years 
 afterwards, in 1 736, it was issued in company with 
 the Galatea, and again in 1772. In 1784 it was 
 brought out along with Cervantes' two newly-dis- 
 covered dramas, El Trato de Argel, and the Numancia. 
 This is the edition that had the widest circulation, 
 and since then there has been no other. The 
 translators also fought shy of it. Almost all the 
 other works of Cervantes, except his Comedies, were 
 translated into English, French, or Italian, very soon 
 after publication j but the Viaje was completely 
 ignored, until M. Guardia, in 1 864, rendered it for the 
 first time into very elegant French prose, with extreme 
 accuracy, and was followed by Mr. Gyll, in 1870, 
 who favoured the English public with a marvellously 
 blundering version, in very indifferent blank verse. 
 The present translation, therefore, is the third, and 
 the only one in the original metre. As for the Critics, 
 their opinion has been conflicting, but on the whole 
 adverse. They have either passed it by with a con- 
 temptuous shrug, or have dropped on it that faint 
 praise, which is proverbially damnatory. The only 
 critic of note, who has shown a hearty appreciation 
 of its worth, is Bouterwek, and we give his opinion 
 as a counterpoise to that of Ticknor : " Next to
 
 xxxviii 'Translator s Preface. 
 
 Don Quixote it is the most exquisite production of 
 its extraordinary author. . . . The poem is inter- 
 spersed throughout with singularly witty and beautiful 
 ideas, and only a few passages can be charged with 
 feebleness or languor. It has never been equalled, 
 far less surpassed, by any similar work, and it had no 
 prototype." The Spaniards themselves have been 
 the greatest sinners in their neglect of the book. 
 It seems to have been quite forgotten till Mayans, in 
 his Life of Cervantes, prefixed to Lord Carteret's 
 splendid edition of Don Quixote, 1738, took the 
 cream of it, to eke out the scanty records then exist- 
 ing for a good biography. Since that time it has 
 been extensively used as a sort of quarry of building 
 materials for the same purpose, and little scintillating 
 fragments of it may be found in every Memoir. So 
 neglected had it been, that no one knew till lately 
 that the editor of the 1784 edition had altered its 
 name, from Viage del Parnaso, to Viage al Parnaso. 
 The real title was first restored to it in the Biblioteca 
 de Autores Espanoks, 1864. But even that famous 
 " Library " does not contain the piquant little Sonnet, 
 " The Author to his Pen," which is one of the gems 
 of the book, but was then unknown. 
 
 The reason of such neglect seems to be, that the 
 Spanish authorities scarcely recognize this Satire as a 
 poem at all, and appear to have grave doubts whether
 
 'Translator's Preface. xxxix 
 
 Cervantes can be regarded as a poet, in the ordinary 
 sense of the word ; or, if so, are not sure in what 
 category to place him. Even during the lifetime of 
 Cervantes this issue was pending. It is he himself 
 who tells the story, that, when he went to the pub- 
 lisher Villaroel to bargain for the sale of his MS. 
 Comedies, the worthy bibliopole informed him that 
 a certain "titled" manager had whispered in his ear: 
 " That much might be expected of Cervantes' prose, 
 but nothing of his verse." Cervantes professed, in 
 his own ironical way, to be greatly shocked by such 
 an aspersion, but the opinion nevertheless was pretty 
 general ; and certainly the Journey to Parnassus was 
 never thought tp have settled the matter in his favour. 
 Thus Sedano, in his Parnaso Espanol, 1768-72, never 
 alludes to it, nor quotes from it ; though he inserts 
 the Canto de Callope, which, with reverence be it 
 spoken, displays more good nature than poetic power. 
 Quintana, in his Tesoro del Parnaso Espanol, 1808, 
 solves the matter by excluding Cervantes altogether 
 from the ranks of the elite. Even in the present 
 day, in the forty-second volume of the Biblioteca de 
 Autores Espanoles, we find the learned Adolfo de 
 Castro heading one of his prefatory chapters with 
 this inquiry : " Was Cervantes a poet, or not ? " 
 ( Cervantes, g fue 6 no poeta ? ) He answers the 
 question in the affirmative, and quotes numerous 
 d
 
 xl Translator's Preface. 
 
 little songs from the Comedies, and scraps of decla- 
 mation from the Numancia, to prove his point, but 
 gives not even the tiniest quotation from the Vlaje. 
 We thought to have gained fresh light on the 
 matter, when we stumbled on a little modern trac- 
 tate, by Luis Vidart, entitled, Cervantes Epico Poeta; 
 but found only a grave argument to prove that Don 
 Quixote is the Spanish Iliad, and Cervantes its 
 Homer in prose. 
 
 In fact, after patient research we have come to the 
 conclusion, that the Spanish critics either do not 
 think satire to be poetry, or do not think Cervantes' 
 Satire to be poetical. It is certainly not for a 
 foreigner to intervene in such a delicate affair, and 
 decide what constitutes, or does not constitute, true 
 Spanish poetry. Whether Cervantes comes up to 
 the standard of purism in such matters as smoothness, 
 melodious cadence, rich variety of rhymes or asso- 
 nance, our Northern ears may not be sensitive 
 enough to determine. Nor is this essential in the 
 case before us. It may be, that the genius of 
 Cervantes did not take kindly to the fetters of 
 rhyme, or the rigid rules of art ; but the spirit of 
 " rare invention " which he declares to be the living 
 principle of all poetic excellence, and of his own 
 specially, is there in rich abundance ; and that is 
 sufficient. If we compare Lope de Vega's Laurel
 
 Translator s Preface. xli 
 
 de Apolo with the Parnassus-yourney, which it was 
 intended to rival, we feel how flat and flavourless 
 become at length his ceaseless flow of sparkling 
 words and exuberance of imagery, just for want of 
 the divine spark of originality which distinguishes 
 the other. The fresh nature of Cervantes is more 
 precious than the sickly art of Lope. 
 
 But there is one part of the Journey which has 
 been praised without a dissenting voice, viz., the 
 Adjunta or Appendix, in prose. For purity of 
 language, for piquancy of style, for rare quality of 
 humour, it has been reckoned one of the masterpieces 
 of Cervantes. And it is so. The sketch of Master 
 Pancracio de Roncesvalles, slight though it be, is so 
 inimitably portrayed that it may take a place, and 
 no mean one, in the gallery of Cervantic portraits. 
 That the whole conception is instinct with Quixotic 
 humour need excite no surprise, when we consider 
 that the mind which planned it was engaged at the 
 very time in calling into being that unique character, 
 the Governor of Barataria ! This is proved to a 
 demonstration by the fact, that the letter which 
 Roncesvalles brought from Apollo, and the letter 
 which Sancho Panza sent to his wife Teresa, from 
 the Ducal palace, have for their dates the same year, 
 the same month, and almost the same day of the 
 month. Those who are curious may verify the fact
 
 xlii Translator's Preface. 
 
 at their leisure. In Duffield's translation, however, 
 they will find an unfortunate misprint of a6th June 
 for 26th July, 1614. The prologue to Cervantes' 
 Comedies, published in 1615, furnishes the best 
 commentary on the subject-matter of the Appendix. 
 There our readers may learn how it fared with 
 Cervantes, when he went to dispose of his Comedies 
 to Villaroel, the publisher : " He paid me reasonably, 
 and I gathered up my money pleasantly, without any 
 low-comedy higglings or wranglings ! " It may also 
 interest them to know that the scurrilous Sonnet, en- 
 closed in the letter taken in unwarily, and paid for, 
 by his niece, Dona Constanza de Ovando, is still 
 extant. It is supposed to have been written by one 
 of the clique of Lope's admirers, or by the great man 
 himself. It is worthy of a place amongst the 
 Amenities of Spanish Literature. 
 
 The Dedication, Prologue, and Introductory 
 Sonnet are also worthy of note for various reasons. 
 
 The Dedication has this peculiarity, that it is 
 addressed to a young man, of whom nothing is 
 known except that he was the son of his father, a 
 personage holding an important post in the Holy 
 Office. It is conjectured then, that Cervantes at this 
 period of his life was reduced to such straits, that he 
 thought it wise to place himself in this roundabout 
 way under the protection of the higher powers.
 
 Translator s Preface. xliii 
 
 What is more certainly known is, that some cloud 
 had come over his relations with his great patron 
 and protector, the Count de Lemos. To this dis- 
 tinguished nobleman he had dedicated his Novels, 
 published the year before ; and his subsequent works, 
 down to the very last of all, were also addressed to 
 him. Why, then, this break in the connection? 
 The Count, in 1610, had been sent as Viceroy to 
 Naples, and had taken with him those two distin- 
 guished poets, the Argensolas, to found an Academy 
 of Wits in that city. These brothers, early friends 
 of Cervantes, had promised to secure for him some 
 honourable post in the Court of the Viceroy ; but 
 nothing came of it, and hope deferred had made 
 Cervantes' heart sick. In the third chapter of this 
 Poem he gives his own account of the matter, in a 
 very curious and humorous way. The dignified 
 words with which he concludes are striking enough: 
 
 I hoped for much, when much protest they made, 
 But it may be, that strange affairs and new 
 Have caused them to forget the words they said. 
 
 Whatever might be the ground of coolness, it did 
 not last ; and Cervantes certainly bore no malice, for 
 in this very poem we are assured that, out of the 
 nine laureate wreaths adjudged by Apollo, three went 
 to Naples; on whose brows to be placed may be 
 easily conjectured.
 
 xliv Translator s Prtface. 
 
 The Prologue is distinguished by its oracular bre- 
 vity ; and for obvious reasons. To venture upon a 
 critical review ofexisting poets was not only a novelty, 
 but, as Cervantes well knew, a very hazardous under- 
 taking. Just thirty years before he had attempted a 
 similar ungrateful task in his Canto de Caliope, inserted 
 in the Galatea, and the result, though his eulogies 
 were uniform and unbounded, was not satisfactory. 
 He felt that it would be true now, as it was then : 
 
 Some scowl on me, because I put them in, 
 Others resolve, because I left them out, 
 To make me feel the burden of my sin. 
 
 The best way, therefore, was to say little ; and in a 
 single ingeniously-worded sentence he contrives to 
 convey the idea, that the compliments about to be 
 bestowed were of such doubtful quality, that those 
 excluded might hold themselves equally lucky with 
 the elect. To be called a Homer or a Tasso might, 
 under certain circumstances, be quite as depressing 
 as to be ignored altogether. Even in the praises 
 heaped on such men as Gongora, Herrera, and Lope 
 de Vega, we do not feel sure that a " pinch or two of 
 salt" is not mingled with the abounding sugar of 
 compliment. That to Quevedo, however, seems as 
 heartily sincere, as it is humorously conceived. It is 
 this peculiar quality of Cervantic satire that makes 
 the rendering of those crisp little sentences of praise
 
 'Translator s Preface. xlv 
 
 or blame so difficult. To miss the point of a single 
 word may alter the complexion of the whole. 
 
 The Sonnet almost explains itself. It is the utte- 
 rance of Cervantes, for the time being lonely and 
 isolated. There is a certain ring of defiance in it 
 intended for his enemies, and just a shade of melan- 
 choly protest against the coldness of his friends. 
 In curious corroboration of this, it is worth remem- 
 bering that just at this very time (July, 1614) the 
 spurious Don Quixote was passing through the press, 
 and Avellaneda (whoever he might be) was giving 
 the last caustic touches to his infamous preface, 
 wherein occur these words: "Miguel de Cer- 
 vantes is now as old as the Castle of San Cer- 
 vantes, and so peevish through weight of years, 
 that everything and everybody disgust him; and 
 hath such a lack of friends, that when he wishes to 
 adorn his books with turgid sonnets, he has to father 
 them on Prester John or the Emperor of Trebizond, 
 seeing he can find no person of title in Spain, who 
 would not be offended that he should mouth his 
 name." This gives the necessary touch of reality to 
 the situation. Everyone knows how this anonymous 
 libeller was absolutely extinguished by merciless 
 laughter, in Cervantes' preface to the second part of 
 his Don Quixote. The Sonnet, however, was suppressed 
 while the editio princeps was passing through the
 
 xlvi Translator's Preface. 
 
 press, and only part of the impression contains it. A 
 floral woodcut supplies the place of the cancelled lines. 
 Whether his own better second thoughts, or the 
 advice of friends, conduced to this end, we know 
 not ; but certain it is that the Sonnet was reprinted 
 in none of the subsequent editions, and passed out of 
 the knowledge of Spanish critics. It found its proper 
 place for the first time in the collected edition of 
 Cervantes' works, 1863-4; and the notes of Sr. 
 Barrera give an account of the collation he made of 
 various copies of the poem in Madrid, establishing the 
 above facts. The British Museum has two copies 
 of the original edition, both of which contain the 
 Sonnet. In the sonnetless copies the catch-word for 
 it still remains at the bottom of the previous page 
 a standing memorial of a bit of curious history. 
 
 It may be of interest to indicate some of the sources 
 of which Cervantes availed himself in this poem. 
 Bouterwek says it had no prototype. This is true 
 in the main, though Cervantes himself tells that his 
 journey was fashioned after that of Cesare Caporali, 
 of Perugia, an Italian poet of the school of Berni. 
 Caporali was born in 1531, and died in 1601. 
 In his youth he was passionately fond of reading and 
 translating Horace. He was essentially a ban vivant, 
 and throughout the seventy years of his life, so far 
 as appears, he followed no more useful occupation
 
 Translator's Preface. xlvii 
 
 than that of hanger-on in the houses of several noble 
 families, where his sparkling talents and witty conver- 
 sation made him always a welcome guest. He was 
 a member of the Academy of Insensates, in Perugia, 
 where he passed by the name of // Stemperato (the 
 Rake). To this Academy he contributed most 
 of his poems, and, amongst others, the Viaggio dl 
 Parnaso. To his credit it may be said, that his poems 
 are free from the gross licentiousness of his school. 
 Spanish critics praise his versification as superior to 
 that of Cervantes, but award to the latter the palm 
 for superior invention. Cervantes, in fact, borrowed 
 little from him except the title of his book, and the bare 
 idea of such a romantic journey. Caporali's plan is 
 altogether different from that of Cervantes, and is 
 somewhat after this fashion. He embarks with his 
 mule on board of a merchant vessel bound to Messina ; 
 thence he proceeds by way of Corfu to the Gulf of 
 Corinth, and so to the foot of Mount Parnassus. There 
 he finds crowds of poets, trying to scale the steep hill 
 by the curious process of knitting MSS. into long 
 cords, which they send whizzing to the summit, so as 
 to attach them to some projecting rock ; but their 
 efforts are fruitless, and they are repelled by Disdain 
 and other allegorical personages. Caporali is more 
 fortunate, for he happens to have with him a passport 
 signed by Ferdinando de Medici, afterwards Grand
 
 xlviii Translator's Preface. 
 
 Duke of Florence, which he carries on his breast, 
 after the manner of the Algerine captives. At sight 
 of this every barrier falls, and every gate is thrown 
 open, and he finds himself on the summit in sight of 
 the Temple of Apollo, with its four gateways, the 
 Hebrew, Greek, Roman, and Tuscan. The entry 
 to it is through several gardens. To explore these 
 he takes for his guide Poetic Licence, who makes 
 him leave his mule behind, lest the plants and flowers 
 should be endangered, and says to him: "Let us 
 enter : march boldly, and if thy feet play thee false, 
 lose not thy head : say that this concerns thee not, 
 and lay the blame on the correctors of the press ! " 
 In the first, or common garden, he meets his comrades 
 of the Burlesque school, Berni, Lasca, Varchi, and 
 others, who spend their time jovially. Thereafter he 
 leaves Poetic Licence behind, and through the Elysian 
 gate he reaches the place of noble delights, where 
 Petrarch dwells with the other deities of the Tuscan 
 Parnassus. This is the most delightful part of the 
 Satire, and is worth perusing. While Caporali is gazing, 
 awe-struck, on the wondrous scene, a mighty clamour 
 is heard from without. He rushes back to find that 
 a curious affair of love has arisen between an ass, the 
 Pegasus of the bad poets, and his insulted mule. He 
 intervenes, and begins to beat his enraged brute. She 
 takes to her heels, he runs after, and, as he humor-
 
 Translator s Preface. xlix 
 
 ously adds, he has run ever since, without being able 
 to re-enter the Paradise of the Poets, or penetrate, as 
 he wished, to the Sanctuary of the Muses. All this 
 is sufficiently comic, but it is not the Comedy of 
 Cervantes. 
 
 But there is a Spanish author to whom Cervantes 
 is more indebted than to Caporali, viz., Juan de la 
 Cueva. He was a distinguished playwright, epic 
 poet, critic, and ballad writer of the latter half of the 
 sixteenth century. A native of Seville, he published 
 in that town, in 1587, a book of Romances, which 
 is now excessively rare, but a copy of which is in 
 the British Museum. It is entitled, Coro Febeo de 
 Romances Historiales. It is divided into ten books, 
 severally dedicated to Apollo and the Nine Muses. 
 In the tenth book, dedicated to Calliope, occur two 
 romances, which evidently suggested to Cervantes a 
 number of his ideas. The first is entitled : " How 
 the poets pursued Poesy, and what came of it." In 
 this we have a most extraordinary description of the 
 ragged regiment of, what Cervantes calls, "the seven- 
 month poets, twenty thousand strong ; " and also a 
 curious speech of Poesy to the bad poets, which 
 reminds one of the speech of Poesy to the victors of 
 Parnassus, in the eighth chapter of this Journey. 
 The second romance is more suggestive still. It is 
 entitled : " How the poets stormed Parnassus, and
 
 1 Translator's Preface. 
 
 captured it, and how Apollo and the Muses fled there- 
 from." This is no fight between the bad poets and the 
 good, as with Cervantes, but a direct attack of the 
 scurvy race against Apollo and the Muses. In fact 
 it degenerates at the close into a fearful scrimmage. 
 The poets let fly at Apollo their Ballad-books and 
 Novel-books : 
 
 Cual le arroja el Cancionero, 
 Cual le tira el Novelario. 
 
 Apollo seizes the trunk of a huge oak as a weapon of 
 offence. The Muses ply the heads of the storming- 
 party with sticks, and awful bloodshed ensues. But 
 overwhelming numbers prevail, and the heights of 
 Parnassus are stormed and won. Apollo, seeing "that 
 all is lost and his Muses in danger, harnesses his four 
 steeds, bids the Muses mount his car, and without 
 more ado he wings his flight to heaven, and leaves 
 Parnassus in the hands of the profane barbarians." 
 Cervantes was in Seville when this book appeared, and 
 no doubt enjoyed it and took note of it for further use. 
 There is another little book which we fancy must 
 have been used by Cervantes, viz., the first Spanish 
 translation of the Odyssey, by Gonzalo Perez. It 
 was published in Venice, 1553, under the title of La 
 Ulyxea de Homero, but contained only thirteen books ; 
 the complete poem was issued at Antwerp, in 1556. 
 It is a bald, unpretending translation j but clear, and
 
 Translator's Preface. li 
 
 interesting for its quaint simplicity. It may well 
 have found its way as a "crib" into the Estudio of 
 Juan Lopez de Hoyos in Madrid, where Cervantes 
 learned his " little Latin and less Greek." Be that 
 as it may, there is no doubt that many portions of 
 this Journey, and the third chapter especially, are 
 modelled after the Odyssey. The passage of the 
 straits between Scylla and Charybdis, with the 
 humorous episode of Lofraso ; the description of 
 the heights of Parnassus, presenting a faint reminis- 
 cence of the gardens of Alcinoiis ; the deep sleep 
 during which Cervantes is transported from Parnassus 
 to Naples ; his entry into Madrid in the garb of a 
 pilgrim ; all these are incidents taken from the ad- 
 ventures of the great Grecian hero, and many of 
 the phrases and similes used remind us of the 
 language of Perez' version. For rapid, vivid de- 
 scription, for Homeric picturesqueness of incident, we 
 commend this third chapter to our readers, as one of 
 the most noteworthy and interesting in the book. 
 The Spaniards have always lamented that Providence, 
 which has been bountiful to them in other matters, 
 has denied to their literature a great epic poem. 
 Ercilla's La Araucana, though full of poetic beauties, 
 is lacking in world-wide interest j the Poema del Cid, 
 though a glorification of their national hero, is a 
 fragment, and its language and versification, albeit
 
 Hi 'Translator's Preface. 
 
 racy and vivid, are antique and uncouth. Their last 
 resource is in the Don Quixote, universal in its 
 interest, and quite Homeric both in grasp and fancy, 
 but this alas ! is in prose. Might we suggest, that if 
 they desire a first-rate burlesque Epic, a veritable 
 humorous Odyssey, they have it ready to hand in this 
 little poem of Cervantes, if they will only re-christen 
 it, and call it : " La Ceruantea, or the Journey of 
 Cervantes in search of his proper place in the 
 literature of his country." This, in fact, is the true 
 aim and intent of the Satire, and as such it will never 
 lack interest nor admirers. 
 
 The Spanish text which accompanies this trans- 
 lation is, in the main, that given in the Biblioteca de 
 Autores Espanoles, 1864, purged of its numerous mis- 
 prints. We have collated it with that found in the 
 collected edition of Cervantes' works, 1863-4, which 
 professes to have corrections from the notes of the late 
 learned Sr. Gallardo. The spelling is modernized, the 
 punctuation is rectified, and a few alterations are made 
 which the sense seems to demand, but otherwise the 
 text is essentially that of the first edition of 1614. 
 For valuable advice, and cordial assistance rendered 
 in these matters, and in the interpretation of the 
 obscurer passages, we have to acknowledge with grati- 
 tude our indebtedness to Don Pascual de Gayangos, 
 the true " friend in need " of all English Cervantistas.
 
 Translator s Preface. liii 
 
 With regard to the Title of the book, we have of 
 course retained for the Spanish text that given by 
 Cervantes himself, Viaje del Parnaso (altered in the 
 edition of 1784 to Viaje al Parnaso], though that 
 title seems a little inappropriate. Viaje del Parnaso, 
 and the analogous titles, Viaje del Jerusalen, Viaje 
 de la Tierra Santa, are expressive of the ordinary 
 tour or round (peregrinatio) which pilgrims made 
 on their visit to holy cities or places ; but of such 
 tour or peregrination there is little or no trace in 
 the Journey of Cervantes. It is simply a journey, 
 partly by sea and partly by land, to Parnassus for a 
 definite object, the extermination of the bad poets. 
 We have therefore thought it better to translate it 
 into English, not by Journey of Parnassus, which 
 would be vague and equivocal, nor by Tour of 
 Parnassus, which would be misleading to English 
 readers ; but by Journey to Parnassus, which ex- 
 presses with sufficient accuracy the main contents of 
 the book. Mr. Duffield authoritatively informs us 
 that Travels in Parnassus is the only correct title of 
 the book. How he arrives at this conclusion he does 
 not tell us. It has the double defect of being at once 
 a mistranslation and a misnomer. Travels in Vesu- 
 vius would be quite as intelligible as Travels in 
 Parnassus, and much more feasible. 
 
 Finally, it has been our endeavour to present to
 
 liv Translator s Preface. 
 
 English readers a readable and enjoyable version of 
 this much-neglected Satire. We have striven, as far 
 as possible, to stick to the letter of the text, and to 
 preserve its spirit always. It has been our aim above 
 all to imitate the easy, unconstrained, yet subtle style 
 of the great master of modern humour. If there be 
 shortcomings in this respect, it has not been through 
 want of patient endeavour ; but, unfortunately, such 
 gift is not the fruit of effort. Cervantes himself tells 
 us (Don Quixote, Part II., ch. 62) that he has but a 
 poor opinion of translators in general ; that the art of 
 translating from easy tongues implies no great amount 
 of wit, or gift of language ; but he at the same time 
 throws them this little crumb of comfort, that they 
 might easily be employed in much worse and less 
 profitable occupations. 
 
 As this translation was undertaken mainly for the 
 purpose of allowing English readers to judge of the 
 life, character, and aims of Cervantes under the light 
 which he himself has given, we think this a fitting 
 place to say a word or two on certain theories that 
 have been lately broached concerning them, and 
 especially by Mr. Duffield in the preface to his new 
 translation of Don Quixote. Of the merits of this 
 translation we would fain speak with all respect, as 
 we had much to do with it in various ways. It is 
 fairly accurate, and is purged of much of the
 
 Translator's Preface. Iv 
 
 grossness of former versions, and for these two good 
 things we are thankful. If it had been purged like- 
 wise of the added archaisms, which are so profusely 
 scattered over it, we should have been more thankful 
 still. As it is, we feel sometimes, on travelling through 
 it, as if we were jolting over some old, rough, rutty 
 country road, instead of bounding over the smooth, 
 easy-going, delightful Cervantic highway. But its 
 most serious fault is its over-accentuation of the 
 humour of the book. Whoever knows anything of 
 the peculiar quality of Cervantic humour will feel, 
 that there is a certain limit of reserve (difficult to 
 define) over which it is quite fatal to pass. When 
 we find, therefore, the somewhat vulgar eccentricities 
 of the translator blended (as they constantly are) with 
 the glorious extravagances of the Knight and Squire, 
 we feel in a sort of quandary, and are tempted to ask, 
 in no very good humour : " Is this the glory of 
 Mambrino's helmet, or is it the glitter of the barber's 
 basin ? " In short, it is a sensational translation, the 
 worst luck that could befall a classical masterpiece. 
 
 But what concerns us most is, that the trans- 
 lator has carried this overstrained, sensational 
 manner of his into his estimate of the purpose of 
 Cervantes in writing Don Quixote. We are no 
 longer, it seems, to look upon it as a book of 
 pleasant pastime, as this Journey tells us it is j nor 
 e
 
 Ivi Translator s Preface. 
 
 merely as a book designed to replace and exter- 
 minate certain bad, corrupting books, as Cervantes 
 himself assures us ; but as one of those peculiar books, 
 whose real contents must be read between the lines. 
 If we are very observant, and especially if we wear 
 our instructor's spectacles, we shall find things, it may 
 be little things, constantly cropping up, which clearly 
 show that Cervantes was a great priest-hater, and had 
 a deadly horror of priestly ways and things was in 
 fact somewhat of a freethinker in matters ecclesiastic, 
 and would have been a thorough root-and-branch 
 reformer, if only Fate, or the Inquisition, had allowed. 
 Throughout the book he may, to our simple eyes, be 
 only trying to excite innocent and wholesome mirth ; 
 but in reality he is slyly infusing certain little drops of 
 explosive spirit which, at the proper time, will give a 
 shake to the foundations of the church, and cause the 
 throne of the Queen of Heaven to topple over ! In 
 fact, if we are to believe our guide, Cervantes is playing 
 all the while the somewhat shady part of a Spanish 
 Guy Fawkes. 
 
 In proof of all this we are gravely requested to 
 observe, how Don Quixote's housekeeper implores 
 the good Curate to sprinkle the Knight's enchanted 
 library with holy water to exorcise the demons ; how 
 the New Amadis, doing penance in the Sierra Morena, 
 knots the end of his shirt-tail to make a rosary withal j
 
 Translator's Preface. Ivii 
 
 and how Sancho Panza, in loving converse with his 
 chum, Tome Cecial, makes this remark, "In the sweat 
 of our brows we eat bread ; " thereby becoming hetero- 
 dox, seeing he has been using the Spanish Reformers' 
 rendering of a Bible phrase, whereas he ought to have 
 said, "With the sweat," in good orthodox fashion. 
 These, and sundry matters of like importance, 
 excite Mr. Duffield's admiration for the daring con- 
 tempt they show of Holy Church on Cervantes' 
 part. It is a standing wonder to him, so he in- 
 forms us, why the " cold-blooded and relentless 
 myrmidons of the mangling Inquisition " did not 
 burn the author of that pestilent book on the Plaza 
 del Sol (?) ; and, may we be permitted to add, with 
 the Reformers' Bible tied to his neck, and a leaf 
 turned down at the noxious passage, "!N the sweat! " 
 In such fashion are we asked to believe, that the 
 mighty wit of the reforming Cervantes pounced like 
 an eagle on such small game as this ! 
 
 But the utterance of Cervantes, which most excites 
 his astonishment for its daring defiance of ortho- 
 doxy, is that placed in the mouth of Don Quixote 
 when^he says to Sancho : " We cannot all be friars j 
 and many are the ways by which God carries his own 
 to heaven." We also rub our eyes in astonishment, 
 and ask ourselves what awful mystery underlies this 
 plain theological truism, to which the Pope of Rome
 
 Iviii Translator's Preface. 
 
 himself might nod a grave assent. As Mr. Duffield 
 does not seem to comprehend the plain sense of plain 
 words, we offer him a Spanish Commentary of the 
 period, which may clear his vision. While lately 
 reading Guillen de Castro's Mocedades del Cid, we 
 lighted on the following lines, which are not only pat 
 to the point, but quaint and beautiful in themselves. 
 They are put in the mouth of the Cid, on his pil- 
 grimage to Santiago, in answer to the jeerings of his 
 fellow-pilgrims, for appearing in the gay attire of a 
 knight : 
 
 Cm loquitur: 
 
 Precious boon to mortals given, 
 
 God, whose guiding hand is o'er us, 
 Sets a thousand roads before us, 
 
 Leading each and all to Heaven ! 
 
 Whoso, in this world of vision, 
 
 Would as pilgrim safe be guided, 
 
 Hath to choose the path provided 
 Best befitting his condition. 
 
 So, with honest soul and good, 
 
 And the light of Heaven upon it, 
 
 May the Cleric don his bonnet, 
 And the Friar wear his hood. 
 
 'Neath his cloak of double plies 
 May the sturdy ploughman burrow, 
 And it may be thro' his furrow 
 
 Strike a straight road to the skies.
 
 Translator s Preface. lix 
 
 And the Soldier-Knight mayhap, 
 
 If his aims be good and pure, 
 
 With his golden garniture, 
 And with feather in his cap, 
 
 Will, if so he keep the road, 
 
 On his steed, with spur of gold, 
 
 Gallant of celestial mould, 
 Reach at last the home of God. 
 
 Now with tears, and now with song, 
 Suffering some, and fighting others, 
 To the land where all are brothers 
 
 One by one they march along ! 
 
 Guillen de Castro was a poor and neglected man 
 when he died, but it was not for saying, " God has a 
 thousand ways of leading men to heaven." He did 
 not mean that these thousand ways lay outside of 
 the Church. Neither did Cervantes, as our critic 
 ignorantly insinuates. Such an idea was quite 
 foreign to their Spanish minds ; they had no oc- 
 casion to speculate upon it, or if they did they kept 
 their speculations to themselves. 
 
 But does not the author of these childish attempts 
 to prove Cervantes to have been a covert sceptic, or 
 a sort of glorified Tom Paine, see that in proving 
 this he is proving too much ? He is simply demon- 
 strating that Cervantes was a hypocrite, and his life 
 a lie. Has he never read the glowing account which 
 Doctor Antonio de Sosa gives as to his religious
 
 Ix Translator s Preface. 
 
 bearing in Algiers, when his character was being 
 moulded and settled for life ? He claims to have 
 read Don Quixote twenty times, has he ever read 
 Persiles and Sigismunda once ? That book, written 
 when the hand of death was upon Cervantes, proves 
 him to have been to the last the good Catholic and 
 simple Christian, that Doctor de Sosa affirms him to 
 have been thirty-six years before. To tell us, more- 
 over, that the secret of his poverty was, that he was 
 hunted down by the clergy as the enemy of their 
 order and faith, is simply to tell us to shut our eyes 
 to the light. Let us take the following plain facts 
 from the closing years of his life. 
 
 It was a priest, in the person of the licentiate 
 Marquez Torres, who, in his official censure of the 
 second part of Don Quixote, bestowed on him and his 
 works, from a Christian point of view, the most 
 glowing and hearty eulogium he ever received in his 
 lifetime. It was a priest, in the person of the Cardi- 
 nal Archbishop of Toledo, who saved him from star- 
 vation, and made his last hours peaceful. It was to 
 this benefactor that Cervantes addressed the following 
 touching letter, which has only lately come to light : 
 " A few days ago I received the letter of your most 
 illustrious Grace, and therewith new favours. If the 
 malady under which I labour could be cured, the 
 repeated proofs of favour and protection, which your
 
 'Translator's Preface. Ixi 
 
 lordship dispenses, would suffice for that purpose. 
 But the end advances so rapidly, that I think it will 
 soon be over with me, but not with my gratitude. 
 May God our Lord preserve you as executor of so 
 many holy works, that you may enjoy the fruits 
 thereof in His holy glory." This is dated, Madrid, 
 twenty-sixth March, 1616; a month before his death. 
 And, finally, it was a Tercero brother who laid the 
 only wreath, save one, that was placed upon his 
 tomb. It has generally been reckoned a very poor, 
 unworthy one ; but the simple brother gave his 
 best, while the men of light and leading gave 
 nothing ! It is thus entitled : 
 
 D. Francisco de Urbina to Miguel de Cervantes : 
 
 A famous Christian genius of our day : 
 
 Whom the members of the Third Order of St. Francis carried 
 
 to his grave, with uncovered face, as one 
 
 of their brethren. 
 
 EPITAPH. 
 
 Tread gently, O thou passer-by, 
 
 This is the rare Cervantes' shrine ; 
 His body 'neath the earth doth lie/ 
 
 But not his name, for that's divine. 
 His earthly pilgrimage is sped, 
 But not his fame, nor works are dead j 
 
 As pledge whereof he had this grace, 
 That when he sallied forth from this 
 To find the world of endless bliss, 
 
 He journeyed with uncovered face.
 
 Ixii 'Translator s Preface. 
 
 So much for the clerical rancour which was 
 showered on Cervantes. As for the attitude which 
 he in turn assumed towards the Church and Ritual of 
 his country, it is perhaps not generally known, that 
 the last long poem he wrote was a Hymn in praise 
 of the Virgin, and the last sonnet that dropped from 
 his pen was in honour of Christian Rome. They 
 are to be found in the Persiles and Slgismunda, but 
 not in the castrated English versions, from which 
 they have been quietly dropped. They are not the 
 finest specimens of his genius, but they are charac- 
 teristic. The Hymn to the Virgin breathes the 
 subtle essence of mystical theology. It is too long 
 to quote, but the following stanza may show its 
 spirit : 
 
 Justice and peace to-day in thee unite, 
 Most blessed Virgin, and in loving trust 
 
 The kiss of peace they give with fond delight, 
 Pledge of the advent of the King august. 
 
 Thou art the Dawn that ushers in the light 
 Of that pure Sun, the glory of the just, 
 
 The sinner's hope and stay, the gentle breeze 
 
 That soothes to rest the old tempestuous seas. 
 
 The Sonnet, striking in itself, is more striking 
 still for the curious lines which follow it : 
 
 O powerful, grand, thrice-blessed, and passing fair 
 City of Rome ! To thee I bend the knee, 
 A pilgrim new, a lowly devotee,
 
 'Translator s Preface. Ixiii 
 
 Whose wonder grows to see thy beauty rare ! 
 
 The sight of thee, past fame, beyond compare, 
 Suspends the fancy, soaring though it be, 
 Of him who comes to see and worship thee, 
 
 With naked feet, and tender loving care. 
 
 The soil of this thy land which now I view, 
 Where blood of martyrs mingles with the clod, 
 Is the world's relic, prized of every land j 
 
 No part of thee but serves as pattern true 
 Of sanctity ; as if the City of God 
 Had been in every line its model grand ! 
 
 The curious words that follow are these : " When 
 the pilgrim had finished reciting this sonnet, he 
 turned to the bystanders and said : ' A few years ago 
 there came to this holy city a Spanish poet, a mortal 
 enemy to himself and a disgrace to his nation, who 
 made and composed a sonnet, reviling this illustrious 
 city and its noble inhabitants j but his throat will 
 pay the fault of his tongue, should they catch him. 
 I, not as a poet, but as a Christian, as if to make 
 amends for his crime, composed what you have 
 heard.' ' The romance of Persiles and Sigismunda 
 has never yet been well translated, nor adequately 
 interpreted. Perhaps the critic, who has so ignorantly 
 mistaken the character of Cervantes and made him 
 pose before the British public as a priest-hater and 
 iconoclast, may, like the pilgrim poet, en discuento 
 de su cargo, undertake the work. We warn him, 
 however, that at the end of the fifth chapter of the
 
 Ixiv Translator's Preface. 
 
 fourth book, he will find a full exposition of the 
 Catholic creed of Cervantes, which, for beauty of 
 expression and sonorousness of language, will tax his 
 powers, but will also tend to his enlightenment. 
 
 But enough on this point. We are not greatly 
 concerned to prove that Cervantes was a good 
 Catholic. Our Scottish proclivities might have in- 
 clined us in the contrary direction, had the truth of 
 things warranted. We are content to know that he 
 was an upright and honest man, whose religion was 
 simply the creed of his country and his comrades ; a 
 part of his second nature; never obtrusive, never 
 bigoted, but always sincere. The great avocation of 
 Cervantes was that of a man of letters. His own 
 chief pride was to be ranked among the diviner order 
 of poets, who have enriched the world with their 
 creations. From this lofty elevation he was free to 
 use the immense resources of his brilliant wit to strike 
 at folly, vice, and ignorance, wherever he met them, 
 in Church or State, or in the world of Literature ; 
 and through his laughter the world has grown 
 merrier and wiser. But his wit was ever genial and 
 void of malice : 
 
 My humble pen hath never winged its way 
 Athwart the field Satiric, that low plain 
 Which leads to foul rewards, and quick decay. 
 
 And, better still, amid all the keenest flashings of his
 
 Translator's Preface. Ixv 
 
 humour, he had no covert designs ; his irony might 
 be subtle, but his aims were straightforward : 
 
 Whatever betide, my steps are ne'er inclined 
 Where travel falsehood, fraud, and base deceit, 
 The total wreck of honour in mankind. 
 
 In whatever he did or wrote he remained true to 
 the instincts of his own noble nature, and to the best 
 traditions of his country and faith. 
 
 JAMES Y. GIBSON.
 
 ADDENDUM. 
 
 OF THE PORTRAIT AND ITS PEDIGREE. 
 
 A portrait of Cervantes by Francisco Pacheco 
 was for a long time a desideratum. Tradition will 
 have it, that such a sketch was made by Pacheco 
 during the residence of Cervantes in Seville (1587- 
 1 600 ? ), and inserted by him in his famous portfolio, 
 entitled : " Book of Description of genuine portraits 
 of illustrious and memorable men : the likenesses 
 and lives of all the most distinguished persons which 
 Seville contained." After Pacheco's death this pre- 
 cious volume went a-missing, and its contents were 
 supposed to have been dispersed, or destroyed. 
 
 In the Spring of 1864, however, that well-known 
 Cervantista, Don Jose Maria Asensio y Toledo, of 
 Seville, had the good luck to light on the much- 
 coveted volume of MS. and drawings ; but in a very 
 imperfect condition. The original portfolio was
 
 Ixviii Of the Portrait. 
 
 known to contain a hundred and seventy sketches in 
 black and red pencilling ; but of these fifty-six alone 
 remained, and the portrait of Cervantes was not 
 amongst them. It contained, however, one portrait, 
 that of Fray Juan Bernal, Father and General of the 
 Order of Mercy, in 1601, which gave an unexpected 
 clue to the spot, where a copy at least of the missing 
 sketch might be found. The curious chain of evi- 
 dence by which this is established, or supposed to be 
 established, does infinite credit to the ingenuity, perhaps 
 a little too imaginative, of Sr. Asensio. The whole 
 details are set forth in his interesting brochure, en- 
 titled : " New documents to illustrate the Life of 
 Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, &c. Seville, 1864." 
 His arguments may be thus condensed : 
 
 i. In the Spring of 1850, while overhauling a roll 
 of MS., belonging to Don Rafael Monti of Seville, 
 entitled Papeles curiosos, he came upon one profess- 
 ing to be a Narrative of Events in Seville from 1590 
 to 1640, wherein he found the following important 
 entry : " In one of the six pictures, painted in com- 
 petition by Francisco Pacheco and Alonso Vazquez 
 for the cloisters of the Convent of Mercy (Casa 
 grande de Merced), is sketched the head of Cervan- 
 tes, with other persons who had been in Algiers, and 
 the picture represents the Fathers of Redemption, 
 with other captives." The Casa Grande de Merced 'is
 
 Of the Portrait. Ixix 
 
 now the. provincial Museum of Seville, and these six 
 pictures are still to be seen on its walls. Two of 
 them are signed with the initials of the respective 
 artists. The one that most nearly corresponds with 
 the description of the old chronicler is No 19, 
 thus labelled: "S. Pedro Nolasco in one of the 
 passages of his life." This Redemptorist Father and 
 Saint, in company with another Father, is represented 
 as embarking from Algiers in a small launch, for an 
 off-lying vessel Three Spanish captives, and a small 
 lad, are lending assistance ; while at the prow, with 
 boat-hook in his hand to steady the launch, stands 
 the barquero a noble, striking figure such a model 
 boatman as the artist never found loitering on the 
 quays of Seville. This picture is unsigned, but is 
 proved to be Pacheco's by the following evidence : 
 
 2. In Pacheco's " Book of Description " there is 
 attached to the sketch of Fray Juan Bernal, an 
 account of his life and redemptive labours in Algiers; 
 of the many captives he brought home with him to 
 Seville ; of his election as General of the Order in 
 1 60 1 ; and of his death in the Casa Grande de Merced 
 that same year. Pacheco narrates that he painted 
 him after death : " He lay in a chapel of the cloister, 
 where all the religious assembled, and I took his por- 
 trait. It is one of my felicities, as it is also one, that 
 he himself had chosen me before any other for the
 
 Ixx Of the Portrait. 
 
 pictures of this cloister ; and so, as in honour bound, 
 I painted him to the life in one of them." 
 
 This portrait, painted under such peculiar circum- 
 stances, Sr. Asensio found, to his great delight, to be 
 identical with that of S. Pedro Nolasco, in the 
 picture (No. 19) to which we have referred. 
 The face of the modern General was made to do 
 duty for that of the older Father and Saint of the 
 Order. The picture, therefore, is by Pacheco ; its 
 subject corresponds exactly with that mentioned by 
 the old chronicler ; and here, if anywhere, may we 
 expect to find the alleged portrait of Cervantes j a 
 transcript, probably, of the missing sketch. 
 
 3. If all this be true, the matter is narrowed 
 almost to a point to the identification of one out 
 of three portraits in the picture. Sr. Asensio, with 
 a due sense of the importance of the inquiry, assem- 
 bled around him some of the most distinguished 
 artists and litterateurs of Seville, and proceeded with 
 them to solve the question on the spot. The artists 
 decided at once, as artists only can, that all the heads 
 in the picture were portraits. The Cervantistas, with 
 the famous description of the prologue to the Novelas 
 in their hands, compared the handiwork of Pacheco 
 with the graphic delineation of Cervantes himself. 
 After much discussion pro and con. they came at last 
 to the unanimous verdict, that all the peculiar traits
 
 Of the Portrait. Ixxi 
 
 and lineaments of that piquant description were to be 
 found, and found only, in the face of the noble bar- 
 quero, who looks with such a keen and kindly eye on 
 the embarcation of the Redemptorist Fathers. And 
 so the question was settled to the satisfaction of the 
 Sevilian experts ; and Seville was declared to be the 
 happy possessor of the noblest portrait of the noblest 
 genius of Spain. How Cervantes himself would 
 have revelled in the idea of such a solemn inquest on 
 his likeness ! What a subject for another piquant 
 colloquy between Scipio and Berganza, the immortal 
 dogs of Mahudes ! 
 
 One of the company then assembled, D. Eduardo 
 Cano, a distinguished artist, afterwards took a careful 
 drawing of the head, which has been photographed, 
 and circulated throughout the land, with much 
 acclaim. Our etching is a faithful transcript of the 
 drawing ; except, perhaps, that the curve of the 
 nose (the nariz corva aunque bien propordanada of 
 Cervantes,) is hardly so sharply defined as in the 
 original. 
 
 These are the bare facts of this somewhat roman- 
 tic search after Pacheco's missing portrait. The 
 special pleadings of Sr. Asensio and his fellow- 
 enthusiasts, as well as the sceptical criticisms of 
 their opponents, we leave for the consideration of 
 the curious. That the genuineness of the likeness
 
 Ixxii Of the Portrait. 
 
 is demonstratively proved we do not aver ; that 
 there is strong probability in its favour is sufficiently 
 obvious. If absolute certainty be demanded, we 
 must be content to remain without any portrait of 
 Cervantes whatever. 
 
 The courtly likeness, tricked out in all the bravery 
 of the period, which now adorns the walls of the 
 Academy of Madrid the fruitful parent of the 
 countless progeny of engravings that circulate 
 throughout the world has a pedigree still more 
 precarious. The artists of San Fernando have in- 
 deed declared it to be of the school of Carducho or 
 of Cajes, in the reign of Philip IV. a copy of a 
 more perfect original and presumably of that which 
 Cervantes himself declared to have been painted by 
 his friend and fellow poet, Don Juan de Jauregui, of 
 Seville. Its actual history, however, is somewhat 
 perplexing. That it is a likeness of Cervantes at all 
 depends mainly on the dictum of the dealer, F. Bracho, 
 who (somewhere in the middle of the eighteenth cen- 
 tury) sold it as such to the Conde del Aguila, of Seville, 
 and affirmed it to be the work of Alonso del Arco, 
 an artist who died in 1700. The Count presented 
 it to the Academy of Madrid to adorn their magni- 
 ficent illustrated edition of the " Don Quixote ; " 
 and convinced that it was much older and more 
 authentic than represented, they had it sumptuously
 
 Of the Portrait. Ixxiii 
 
 engraved, and presented it to the world in 1780. 
 But, to make confusion worse confounded, this 
 engraving, with such distinguished vouchers, was 
 found to be almost a facsimile of the portrait prefixed 
 to the illustrated London Edition (Lord Carteret's), 
 published in 1738, just forty-two years before ! As 
 all the world knows, this likeness was avowedly a 
 pure invention of the clever designer, Kent, who 
 conjured it out of his own brain ; with nothing but 
 the description of Cervantes to guide him. Dr. 
 Oldfield, the editor, affirms that this was necessary, 
 inasmuch as the whole of Spain had been ransacked 
 for an authentic portrait, but without success. This 
 perplexing mystery still awaits unravelment, and no 
 doubt there has been hard swearing somewhere. 
 
 Madrid and Seville were among the seven cities 
 that once contended for the glory of being the birth- 
 place of Cervantes. The discovery of the baptismal 
 register of Alcala de Henares has settled that point 
 for ever. They are now in friendly rivalry for the 
 possession of the true likeness of Cervantes ; the one 
 swearing by Jauregui, the other by Pacheco. The 
 light of certainty rests on neither. But if a choice 
 must be made (as we have had the privilege of seeing 
 both), we feel tempted to affirm, that the weight of 
 evidence, and the force of attraction, incline equally 
 in the direction of Pacheco's noble barquero.
 
 Ixxiv Of the Portrait. 
 
 This, at least, we may affirm with confidence, that 
 no more admirable portraiture need be desired of the 
 captive-poet who wrote the famous letter to Mateo 
 Vazquez from Algiers ; or of him who, when the 
 gold of his beard had changed to silver (to use his 
 own words), essayed the adventurous Journey to 
 Parnassus. In its homely garb, and manly bearing, 
 it forms a perfect illustration of the mingled pride 
 and modesty which characterize Cervantes' pithy 
 speech to Mercury the epitome, in fact, of his 
 whole literary life : 
 
 My lord, I'm poor, and to Parnassus bound, 
 And, thus accoutred, seek my journey's end ! 
 
 In conclusion, to broach a kindred subject, may 
 we remind our Spanish readers (if such there be) 
 that the long-talked-of Memorial to Cervantes, on a 
 scale of befitting grandeur, is still one of the cosas de 
 Espana? A certain enthusiastic but critical Scots- 
 man, while lately loitering on the Plaza de las Cortes 
 of Madrid, and looking up at the puny statue, with 
 its appendages, which affects to represent the grandest 
 genius of Spain in the very face of its enlightened 
 Parliament and remembering at the same time, with 
 no little pride, what a veritable poem in stone his own 
 romantic town has created in honour of the Scottish 
 Cervantes could not help indulging in the following
 
 Of the Portrait. Ixxv 
 
 simple soliloquy, on the contrasted honours paid to 
 national genius in 
 
 EDINBURGH AND MADRID. 
 
 To thee, Cervantes, Spain more glory true 
 
 Owes, than to monarch, priest, or statesman vain ; 
 
 More wealth, than ever o'er the Spanish main 
 Her stately galleons brought from far Peru ! 
 A true-born son of thine in him we view, 
 
 Our Wizard of the North, whose teeming brain 
 
 Did make poor Scotland rich, and struck the vein 
 Which drained the Old World, to enrich the New ! 
 Scott sits, a King, beneath his Gothic shrine, 
 
 And proud Edina guards the sculptured stone ; 
 
 Can grand Madrid afford no kinglier throne 
 For thee to grace, whose works she deems divine ? 
 
 O soul sublime ! O name without a blot ! 
 
 Receive this tribute from a kindly Scot. 
 
 J. Y. G.
 
 VIAGE 
 
 DEL PARNASO, 
 
 COMPVESTO FOR 
 
 Miguel de Ceruantes 
 Saauedra 
 
 Dirigido a don Rodrigo de 
 Cauallero del Habito de Santiago, 
 hijo deljenor Pedro de Tapia Oy- 
 dor de Confejo Real, y Confultor 
 del Santo Oficio de la Inqui- 
 ficion Suprema. 
 
 Ano 1614 
 
 CON PRIVILEGIO 
 EN MADRID 
 
 For la viuda de Alonfo Martin
 
 JOURNEY TO PARNASSUS.
 
 DEDICATORIA 
 
 A 
 
 D. RODRIGO DE TAPIA, 
 
 CABALLERO DEL H/BITO DE SANTIAGO, HIJO DEL SENOR 
 
 D. PEDRO DE TAPIA, OIDOR DEL CONSEJO REAL, T 
 
 CONSULTOR DEL SANTO OFICIO DE LA 
 
 INQUISICION SUPREMA. 
 
 DlRIJO a vuesa merced este Viaje que hice al 
 Parnaso, que no desdice a su edad florida, ni a sus 
 loables y cstudiosos ejercicios. Si vuesa merced le 
 hace el acogimiento que yo espero de su condicion 
 ilustre, cl quedara famoso en el mundo, y mis deseos 
 premiados. Nuestro Senor, etc. 
 
 MIGUEL DE CERVANTES SAAVEDRA.
 
 DEDICATION 
 
 TO 
 
 DON RODRIGO DE TAPIA, 
 
 KNIGHT OF THE ORDER OF ST. JAMES, SON OF SENOR DON 
 
 PEDRO DE TAPIA, AUDITOR OF THE ROYAL COUNCIL, 
 
 AND ASSESSOR TO THE HOLY OFFICE OF THE 
 
 SUPREME INQUISITION. 
 
 I DEDICATE to your Worship this Journey which 
 I made to Parnassus, as one not ill-suited to your 
 vigorous age, or to your praiseworthy and studious 
 pursuits. If your Worship gives it the reception I 
 expect from your noble generosity, it will become 
 famous in the world, and my wishes be amply 
 gratified. May our Lord, &c. 
 
 MIGUEL DE CERVANTES SAAVEDRA.
 
 PROLOGO AL LECTOR. 
 
 Si por ventura, lector curioso, eres poeta, y llegarc 
 a tus manos (aunque pecadoras) este Viajei si te 
 hallares en el escrito y notado entre los buenos poetas, 
 da gracias a Apolo por la merced que te hizo ; y si 
 no te hallares, tambien se las puedes dar. Y Dios 
 te guarde. 
 
 D. AUGUSTINI DE CASANATE ROJAS. 
 
 EPIGRAMMA. 
 
 Excute caeruleum, proles Saturnia, tergum, 
 
 Verbera quadrigae sentiat alma Tethys. 
 Agmen Apollineum, nova sacri injuria ponti, 
 
 Carmineis ratibus per freta tendit iter. 
 Proteus sequoreas pecudes, modulamina Triton, 
 
 Monstra cavos latices obstupefacta sinunt. 
 At caveas tantse torquent quae mollis habenas, 
 
 Carmina si excipias nulla tridentis opes. 
 Hesperiis Michael claros conduxit ab oris 
 
 In pelagus vates. Delphica castra petit. 
 Imo age, pone metus, mediis subsiste carinis, 
 
 Parnassi in litus vela secunda gerc.
 
 PROLOGUE TO THE READER. 
 
 If haply, curious reader, thou art a poet, and this 
 "Journey," should come (be it even stealthiwise) 
 into thy hands, and thou find thyself inscribed therein 
 and noted as one of the good poets, give thanks 
 to Apollo for the grace he hath given thee ; and if 
 thou do not so find thyself, in like manner mayest 
 thou give thanks. And God be with thee.
 
 EL AUTOR A SU PLUMA. 
 
 Pues veys que no me han dado algun soneto 
 Que ilustre deste libro la portada, 
 Venid vos, pluma mia mal cortada, 
 
 Y hazedle aunque carezca de indiscrete ; 
 
 Hareys que escuse el temerario aprieto 
 De andar de una en otra encruzijada, 
 Mendigando alabanzas, escusada 
 
 Fatiga e impertinente, yo os prometo. 
 
 Todo soneto y rima alia sc avenga, 
 Y adorne los umbrales de los buenos, 
 Aunque la adulacion es de ruyn casta ; 
 
 Y dadme vos que este Viaje tenga 
 De sal un panezillo por lo menos, 
 Que yo os le marco por vendible, y basta.
 
 THE AUTHOR TO HIS PEN. 
 
 To deck this frontispiece, since thou dost see 
 No friend hath offered me a sonnet, none, 
 Come thou, my ill-cut pen, and make me one, 
 
 If not so high-flown as it ought to be ; 
 
 From grave anxiety thou'lt set me free, 
 I need not then through court and alley run 
 To beg eulogiums ; for I'd rather shun 
 
 Such vain and humbling search, I promise thee. 
 
 Let rhymes and sonnets go, for aught I care, 
 To deck the door-posts of the upper few, 
 Though flattery is at best but common stuff ; 
 
 And grant me that this "Journey '' have its share 
 Of pungent salt, at least a pinch or two, 
 I warrant thee 'twill sell ; and so enough.
 
 VIAJE DEL PARNASO. 
 
 CAPITULO PRIMERO. 
 
 Un quidam caporal italiano, 
 
 De patria perusino, a lo que entiendo, 
 De ingenio griego, y de valor romano, 
 
 Llevado de un capricho reverendo, 
 Le vino en voluntad de ir a Parnaso, 
 Por hair de la corte el vario estruendo. 
 
 Solo y a pie partiose, y paso a paso 
 Llego donde compro una mula antigua, 
 De color parda y tartamudo paso : 
 
 Nunca a medroso parecio estantigua 
 Mayor, ni menos buena para carga, 
 Grande en los huesos, y en la fuerza exigua, 
 
 Corta de vista, aunque de cola larga, 
 Estrecha en los ijares, y en el cuero 
 Mas dura que lo son los de una adarga. 
 
 Era de ingenio cabalmente entero, 
 Caia en cualquier cosa facilmente 
 Asi en abril, como en el mes de enero.
 
 JOURNEY TO PARNASSUS. 
 
 CHAPTER I. 
 
 A certain Corporal 1 , as I am told, 
 Italian, and by birth a Perusine, 
 In wit a Greek, and like a Roman bold, 
 
 Led by a whim, a worthy one, I ween, 
 
 To mount Parnassus fain would set his face, 
 To flee the court, its turmoil and chagrin. 
 
 Alone, on foot, he slowly reached a place 
 
 Where an old mule 2 he bought him for the tour, 
 Of steel-grey colour, and of jog-trot pace ; 
 
 So gaunt a spectre ne'er met timid boor, 
 Nor one less fit to carry weight along, 
 Its bones colossal, and its action poor ; 
 
 Short was its vision, though its tail was long, 
 
 Lean were its flanks, and eke its hide more tough 
 Than those which to an ancient targe belong ; 
 
 Its wit and temper were of such rare stuff, 
 That, be it April month or January, 
 It fell to work right pleasantly enough.
 
 io Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 En fin, sobre ella el poeton valicnte 
 
 Llego al Parnaso, y fue del rubio Apolo 
 Agasajado con serena frente. 
 
 Conto, cuando volvio el poeta solo 
 
 Y sin blanca a su patria, lo que en vuelo 
 Llevo la fama deste al otro polo. 
 
 Yo, que siempre trabajo y me desvelo 
 For parecer que tengo de poeta 
 La gracia, que no quiso darme el cielo, 
 
 Quisiera despachar a la estafeta 
 Mi alma, 6 por los aires, y ponella 
 Sobre las cumbres del nombrado Oeta. 
 
 Pues descubriendo desde alii la bella 
 Corriente de Aganipe, en un saltico 
 Pudiera el labio remojar en ella, 
 
 Y quedar del licor siiave y rico 
 
 El pancho lleno, y ser de alii adelante 
 Poeta ilustre, 6 al menos manifico. 
 
 Mas mil inconvenientes al instante 
 Se me ofrecieron, y quedo el deseo 
 En cierne, desvalido e ignorante. 
 
 Porque en la piedra que en mis hombros veo, 
 Que la fortuna me cargo pesada, 
 Mis mal logradas esperanzas leo. 
 
 Las muchas leguas de la gran Jornada 
 Se me representaron que pudieran 
 Torcer la voluntad aficionada,
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 1 1 
 
 On this our poet, riding valiantly, 
 
 Did reach Parnassus, and Apollo there 
 With beaming visage gave him welcome free. 
 
 When to his home alone he did repair, 
 Without a plack, from this to t'other pole 
 Fame bore the tale he told on wings of air. 
 
 I, who do toil and strain my being whole 
 
 To shew, what Heaven's grace will not allow, 
 The semblance of a poet's gracious soul, 
 
 Was minded greatly to dispatch mine now 
 By post or through the air, and so to take 
 And plant it on far-famed Oeta's brow ; 
 
 Thence haply spying, through the tangled brake, 
 Where Aganippe's charming current flows, 
 I might take one short leap, and forthwith slake 
 
 My lips with rich sweet draughts, and in repose 
 Might fill my paunch right full, and henceforth be 
 A poet grand, or leastways grandiose : 
 
 But thousand stumbling-blocks appeared to me 
 To bar the way, and made my purpose slack 
 A fruitless, powerless, senseless thing to see ; 
 
 For in the load I bear upon my back, 
 
 Which Fortune there has placed with heavy hand, 
 I read the hopes which all fruition lack. 
 
 The leagues full many of the journey grand 
 Might well have filled my bosom with dismay, 
 And brought my darling project to a stand :
 
 1 2 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Si en aquel mismo instante no acudieran 
 Los humos de la fama a socorrerme, 
 Y corto y facil el camino hicieran. 
 
 Dije entre mi : Si yo viniese a verme 
 En la dificil cumbre deste monte, 
 Y una guirnalda de laurel ponerme ; 
 
 No envidiaria el bien decir de Aponte, 
 Ni del muerto Galarza la agudeza, 
 En manos blando, en lengua Rodamonte. 
 
 * O 
 
 Mas como de un error siempre se empieza, 
 Creyendo a mi deseo, di al camino 
 Los pies, porque di al viento la cabeza. 
 
 En fin, sobre las ancas del destine, 
 
 Llevando a la eleccion puesta en la silla, 
 Hacer el gran viaje determino. 
 
 Si esta cabalgadura maravilla, 
 
 Sepa el que no lo sabe, que se usa 
 For todo el mundo, no solo en Castilla. 
 
 Ninguno tiene, 6 puede dar excusa 
 
 De no oprimir desta gran bestia el lomo, 
 Ni mortal caminante lo rehusa. 
 
 Suele tal vez ser tan lijera, como 
 Va por el aire el aguila 6 saeta, 
 Y tal vez anda con los pies de plomo. 
 
 Pero para la carga de un poeta, 
 
 Siempre lijera, cualquier bestia puede 
 Llevarla, pues carece de maleta.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. \ 3 
 
 Had not the fumes of Fame come in to play 
 Their part, to make me realize my vow, 
 And point me out a short and easy way : 
 
 I inly said : " Could I succeed but now 
 Upon the top of that steep hill to stand, 
 And press a laurel wreath upon my brow, 
 
 I'd envy not APONTE'S diction grand, 
 Nor the acumen of GALARZA dead, 
 With Rodomonte's tongue and woman's hand ! " 
 
 But as at first we ever are misled, 
 
 Urged on by my desire, my feet I gave 
 The road, for to the wind I gave my head : 
 
 And so in fine, upon Fate's haunches grave, 
 And perched upon its saddle with free-will, 
 I made resolve the journey grand to brave. 
 
 If such a mount should men with marvel fill, 
 Let him who knows not know, that it is used 
 The whole world round, not merely in Castile ; 
 
 No one can be, nor ever is excused 
 
 From taking seat upon that wondrous brute, 
 Nor mortal traveller has e'er refused : 
 
 At times 'tis wont to go so swift, and shoot 
 Like shaft or eagle through the upper air, 
 And then at times to jog with leaden foot ; 
 
 But for the poet's travelling weight to bear 
 The task is light, and any beast is good 
 To carry it ; for no valise is there.
 
 14 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Que es caso ya infalible, que aunque herede 
 Riquezas un poeta, en poder suyo 
 No aumentarlas, perderlas le sucede. 
 
 Desta verdad ser la occasion arguyo, 
 
 Que tu, 6 gran padre Apolo, les infundes 
 En sus intentos el intento tuyo. 
 
 Y como no le mezclas ni confundes 
 En cosas de agibilibus rateras, 
 Ni en el mar de ganacia vil le hundes ; 
 
 Ellos, 6 traten burlas, 6 scan veras, 
 Sin aspirar a la ganancia en cosas, 
 Sobre el convexo van de las esferas, 
 
 Pintando en la palestra rigurosa 
 
 Las acciones de Marte, 6 entre las flores 
 Las de Venus mas blanda y amorosa. 
 
 Llorando guerras, 6 cantando amores, 
 La vida como en sucno se les pasa, 
 O como suele el tiempo a jugadores. 
 
 Son hechos los poetas de una masa 
 Duke, suave, correosa y tierna, 
 Y amiga del hogar de ajena casa. 
 
 El poeta mas cuerdo se gobierna 
 Por su antojo baldio y regalado, 
 De trazas lleno, y de ignorancia eterna. 
 
 Absorto en sus quimeras, y admirado 
 De sus mismas acciones, no procura 
 Llegar a rico, como a honroso estado.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 15 
 
 Yea, 'tis God's truth, that though a poet should 
 Inherit wealth, he straightway doth incline 
 To lose it, not increase it ; 'tis his mood. 
 
 The reason of this fact I do divine, 
 
 That thou, great Sire Apollo, dost infuse 
 Into their minds a goodly share of thine ; 
 
 And as thou dost not mingle, nor confuse 
 The same with business matters of the day, 
 Nor on the sea of commerce vile dost cruise ; 
 
 So they, whate'er their themes, severe or gay, 
 . Concern them not with trade or balance-sheet, 
 But o'er the spheres prefer to wing their way ; 
 
 Limning, perchance, of Mars some bloody feat 
 On foughten field, or else among the flowers 
 The deeds of Venus, amorous and sweet ; 
 
 Bewailing wars, or piping in Love's bowers, 
 With them life passes like a dream of earth, 
 Or as the gamblers spend the fleeting hours. 
 
 Poets are made of clay of dainty worth, 
 Sweet, ductile, and of delicacy prime, 
 And fond of lingering at a neighbour's hearth ; 
 
 For e'en the wisest poet of his time 
 Is ruled by fond desires and delicate, 
 Of fancies full and ignorance sublime ; 
 
 Wrapped in his whimsies, with affection great 
 For his own offspring, he is not designed 
 To reach a wealthy, but an honoured state.
 
 1 6 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Vayan pues los leyentes con letura, 
 
 Cual dice el vulgo mal limado y bronco, 
 Que yo soy un poeta desta hechura : 
 
 Cisne en las canas, y en la voz un ronco 
 Y negro cuervo, sin que el tiempo pueda 
 Desbastar de mi ingenio el duro tronco : 
 
 Y que en la cumbre de la varia rueda 
 Jamas me pude ver solo un momento, 
 Pues cuando subir quiero, se esta queda. 
 
 Pero por ver si un alto pensamiento 
 Se puede prometer feliz suceso, 
 Segui el viaje a paso tardo y lento. 
 
 Un candeal con ocho mis 3 de queso 
 Fue en mis alforjas mi reposteria, 
 Util al que camina, y leve peso. 
 
 Adios, dije a la humilde choza mia, 
 Adios, Madrid, adios tu Prado, y fuentes 
 Que manan nectar, llueven ambrosia. 
 
 Adios, conversaciones suficientes 
 A entretener un pecho cuidadoso, 
 Y a dos mil desvalidos pretendientes. 
 
 Adios, sitio agradable y mentiroso, 
 Do fueron dos gigantes abrasados 
 Con el rayo de Jupiter fogoso. 
 
 Adios, teatros publicos, honrados 
 Por la ignorancia que ensalzada veo 
 En cien mil disparates recitados.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 17 
 
 So let my patient readers henceforth mind 
 As saith the vulgar impolite and coarse 
 That I'm a poet of the self-same kind ; 
 
 With snowy hairs of swan, with voice of hoarse 
 And jet-black crow, the rough bark of my wit 
 To polish down Time vainly spends its force ; 
 
 Upon the top of Fortune's wheel to sit, 
 
 For one short moment, hath not been my fate, 
 For when I'd mount, it fails to turn a whit ; 
 
 But yet to learn if one high thought and great 
 Might not some happier occasion seize, 
 I travelled on with slow and tardy gait. 
 
 A wheaten-loaf, with eight small scraps of cheese, 
 Was all the stock my wallet did contain, 
 Good for the road, and carried with great ease ; 
 
 " Farewell," quoth I, " my humble home and plain ! 
 Farewell, Madrid, 4 thy Prado, and thy springs 
 Distilling: nectar and ambrosial rain ! 
 
 D 
 
 Farewell, ye gay assemblies, pleasant things 
 To cheer one aching bosom, and delight 
 Two thousand faint, aspiring underlings ! 
 
 Farewell, thou charming and deceitful site, 
 Where erst two giants great were set ablaze 
 By thunderbolt of Jove, in fiery might! 
 
 Farewell, ye public theatres, whose praise 
 Rests on the ignorance I see becrown 
 The countless follies of unnumbered plays ! 
 C
 
 1 8 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Adios de San Felipe el gran paseo, 
 Donde si baja 6 sube el turco galgo 
 Como en gaceta de Venecia leo. 
 
 Adios, hambre sotil de algun hidalgo, 
 
 Que por no verme ante tus puertas muerto, 
 Hoy de mi patria y de mi mismo salgo. 
 
 Con esto poco a poco llegue al puerto, 
 A quien los de Cartago dieron nombre, 
 Cerrado a todos vientos y encubierto. 
 
 A cuyo claro y singular renombre 
 
 Se postran cuantos puertos el mar bana, 
 Descubre el sol, y ha navegado el hombre. 
 
 Arrojose mi vista a la campana 
 
 Rasa del mar, que trujo a mi memoria 
 Del heroico Don Juan la heroica hazana. 
 
 Donde con alta de soldados gloria, 
 Y con propio valor y airado pecho 
 Tuve, aunque humilde, parte en la vitoria. 
 
 A1H con rabia y con mortal despecho 
 El otomano orgullo vio su brio 
 Hollado y reducido a pobre estrecho. 
 
 Lleno pues de esperanzas, y vacio 
 De temor, busque luego una fragata, 
 Que efetiiase el alto intento mio. 
 
 Cuando por la, aunque azul, liquida plata 
 Vi venir un bajel a vela y remo, 
 Que lomar tierra en el gran puerto trata.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 19 
 
 Farewell, St. Philip's broadway of the town, 5 
 Where, as in Venice fly-sheet, I can know 
 Whether the Turkish dog be up or down ! 
 
 Farewell, some lordling's hunger, keen and slow ; 
 For sooner than drop dead beside thy door, 
 This day from country and from self I go ! " 
 
 At last I reached the port, with travail sore, 
 
 To which the men of Carthage gave their name, 
 Shut in from all the winds that scourge the shore : 
 
 Before whose clear renown and peerless fame 
 Bow down whatever ports the sea doth lave, 
 The sun illumes, or sailors make their aim. 
 
 And, as I cast mine eyes across the wave, 
 
 The briny plain brought back to mind and heart 
 The glorious action of Don Juan the brave ; 
 
 Wherein, with soldier's fire, and soldier's art, 
 And valour of mine own, on that great day 
 I bore a certain though a humble part ; 
 
 When, with a baffled rage they could not stay, 
 And mortal spite, the haughty Ottoman 
 Saw power and prestige shattered in the fray. 
 
 All hopeful, then, and fearless, I began 
 To look about to find some frigate near, 
 Wherein to carry out my lofty plan ; 
 
 When on the sea, so blue and silvery clear, 
 I saw approach a barque, with sail and oar, 
 Which right into the grand old port did steer.
 
 2O Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Del mas gallardo, y mas vistoso extreme 
 De cuantos las espaldas de Neptuno 
 Oprimieron jamas, ni mas supremo. 
 
 Cual este, nunca vio bajel alguno 
 El mar, ni pudo verse en el armada, 
 Que destruyo la vengativa Juno. 
 
 No fue del vellocino a la Jornada 
 
 Argos tan bien compuesta y tan pomposa, 
 Ni de tantas riquezas adornada. 
 
 Cuando entraba en el puerto, la hermosa 
 Aurora por las puertas del oriente 
 Salia en trenza blanda y amorosa ; 
 
 Oyose un estampido de repente, 
 Haciendo salva la real galera, 
 Que desperto y alboroto la gente. 
 
 El son de los clarines la ribera 
 Llenaba de dulcisima armonia, 
 Y el de la chusma alegre y placentera. 
 
 Entrabanse las horas por el dia, 
 
 A cuya luz con distincion mas clara 
 Se vio del gran bajel la bizarria. 
 
 Ancoras echa, y en el puerto para, 
 
 Y arroja un ancho esquife al mar tranquilo 
 Con musica, con grita y algazara. 
 
 Usan los marineros de su estilo, 
 Cubren la popa con tapetes tales 
 Que es oro y sirgo de su trama el hilo.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 21 
 
 Of all that Neptune's shoulders ever bore, 
 More gallant and more sightly none, I wis, 
 None that could rank beside it or before : 
 
 Yea, never on the main swam barque like this, 
 Not even in the Armada's proud array, 
 Which vengeful Juno whelmed in the abyss : 
 
 Not Argo's self, upon that famous day 
 
 It went to fetch the fleece, was rigged so rare, 
 Or with such wealth of grandeur made display ! 
 
 As into port she sailed, Aurora fair 
 
 Passed through the Eastern gates the world to cheer, 
 With amorous locks and sweetly waving hair ; 
 
 When lo ! a loud report struck on mine ear, 
 The royal galley giving welcome roar 
 That woke the town, and filled the folk with fear. 
 
 The clanging sound of clarions filled the shore 
 With sweetest harmony, wherewith did blend 
 The merry songs of those who plied the oar ; 
 
 The rosy Hours did on the day attend, 
 
 Whose light a great distinctness and more clear 
 Did on the barque and all its splendour send. 
 
 The men dropped anchor, and made fast their gear, 
 And launched a spacious skifl on the calm sea, 
 To sound of music, shouts, and lusty cheer. 
 
 With such array as sailors love to see 
 
 They crowned the poop with carpets o'er and o'er, 
 All woven with silk and gold embroidery ;
 
 22 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Tocan de la ribera los umbrales, 
 Sale del rico esquife un caballero 
 En hombros de otros cuatro principales. 
 
 En cuyo traje y ademan severe 
 Vi de Mercuric al vivo la flgura, 
 De los fingidos dioses mensajero. 
 
 En el gallardo talle y compostura, 
 En los alados pies, y el caduceo, 
 Simbolo de prudencia y de cordura, 
 
 Digo, que al mismo paraninfo veo, 
 Que trujo mentirosas embajadas 
 A la tierra del alto coliseo. 
 
 Vile, y apenas puso las aladas 
 Plantas en las arenas venturosas 
 Por verse de divinos pies tocadas ; 
 
 Cuando yo revolviendo cien mil cosas 
 En la imaginacion, llegue a postrarme 
 Ante las plantas por adorno hermosas. 
 
 Mandome el dios parlero luego alzarme, 
 Y con medidos versos y sonantes, 
 Desta manera comenzo a hablarme : 
 
 j Oh Adan de los poetas, oh Cervantes ! 
 ^ Que alforjas y que traje es este, amigo, 
 Que asi muestra discursos ignorantes ? 
 
 Yo, respondiendo a su demanda, digo : 
 Senor, voy al Parnaso, y como pobre 
 Con este alino mi Jornada sigo.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 23 
 
 Soon as the wealthy skiff had touched the shore, 
 There sallied forth a man of high degree, 
 Whom four great chiefs upon their shoulders bore; 
 
 In whose attire, and gesture firm and free, 
 Mercurius' living figure I divined, 
 The envoy of the gods of fable he ; 
 
 With gallant mien, and bearing most refined, 
 With winged feet, Caduceus in his hand, 
 Symbol of prudence and of wit combined ; 
 
 It was the self-same paranymph so bland, 
 Who, from the lofty Empyrean seat, 
 Brought lying messages to many a land. 
 
 Scarce had I seen him plant his winged feet 
 Upon the yellow sands, that smiled in glee 
 The treading of such feet divine to greet, 
 
 When hundred thousand fancies came to me, 
 As there I stood, and straightway I was fain 
 To kneel before that form, so grand to see. 
 
 The spokesman god quick bade me rise again, 
 And, in sonorous measured verse like Dante's, 8 
 Began to parley with me in this strain : 
 
 " O Adam of the poets ! O Cervantes ! 
 
 What wallets and attire be these, my friend, 
 Which plainly manifest thy wit but scant is ! " 
 
 I blandly said, that I might not offend : 
 
 "My lord, I'm poor, and to Parnassus bound, 
 And thus accoutred seek my journey's end ! "
 
 24 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Y el a mi dijo : j Sobrehumano, y sobre 
 Espiritu cilenio levantado ! 
 Toda abundancia y todo honor te sobre. 
 
 Que en fin has respondido a ser soldado 
 Antiguo y valeroso, cual lo muestra 
 La mano de que estas estropeado. 
 
 Bien se que en la naval dura palestra 
 Perdiste el movimiento de la mano 
 Izquierda, para gloria de la diestra. 
 
 Y se que aquel instinto sobrehumano 
 Que de raro inventor tu pecho encierra, 
 No te le ha dado el padre Apolo en vano. 
 
 Tus obras los rincones de la tierra, 
 Llevandolas en grupa Rocinante, 
 Descubren, y a la envidia mueven guerra. 
 
 Pasa, raro inventor, pasa adelante 
 Con tu sotil disinio, y presta ayuda 
 A Apolo ; que la tuya es importante : 
 
 Antes que el escuadron vulgar acuda 
 Demas de veinte mil sietemesinos 
 Poetas, que de serlo estan en duda. 
 
 Llenas van ya las sendas y caminos 
 Desta canalla inutil contra el monte, 
 Que aun de estar a su sombra no son dinos, 
 
 Armate de tus versos luego, y ponte 
 A punto de seguir este viaje 
 Conmigo, y a la gran obra disponte.
 
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 " O superhuman mind," he cried, " and sound, 
 Raised high above Cyllenian spirit too, 
 May fame and plenty aye with thee abound ! 
 
 Thine is the answer of a soldier true, 
 Of antique valour, testified aright 
 To all by that maimed hand which now I view : 
 
 I know that, in the naval bloody fight, 
 
 Thy left hand shattered lost the active power 
 It once possessed, for glory of the right ! 
 
 Yet not in vain is Sire Apollo's dower 
 Of gifts to thee, the rare inventive art, 
 The instinct which transcends the passing hour ; 
 
 Thy works, through all the world in every part, 
 Which Rozinante on his crupper bears, 
 Are known, and stir to strife the envious heart. 
 
 Pass, rare inventor, subtle in affairs, 
 Pass on before, and to Apollo lend 
 Thy timely aid, so needful in his cares ; 
 
 Before the vulgar squadron thither wend 
 
 Of seven-month poets, twenty thousand told, 
 Whose being is a riddle without end. 
 
 Already doth this useless rabble bold 
 
 Throng all the paths and roads, to storm the hill 
 Whose shade they are not worthy to behold. 
 
 So arm thee with thy verses and thy skill, 
 And make thee ready to embark with me, 
 And gird thee for the service with good will ;
 
 i6 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Conmlgo segurisimo pasaje 
 
 Tendras, sin que te empaches, ni procures 
 Lo que suelen llamar matalotaje. 
 
 Y porque esta verdad que digo, apures, 
 Entra conmigo en mi galera, y mira 
 Cosas con que te asombres y asegures. 
 
 Yo, aunque pense que todo era mentira, 
 Entre con el en la galera hermosa, 
 Y vi lo que pensar en ello admira. 
 
 De la quilla a la gavia, j oh extrana cosa ! 
 Toda de versos era fabricada, 
 Sin que se entremetiese alguna prosa. 
 
 Las ballesteras eran de ensalada 
 De glosas, todas hcchas a la boda 
 De la que se llamo Malmaridada. 
 
 Era la chusma de romances toda, 
 Gente atrevida, empero necesaria, 
 Pues a todas acciones se acomoda. 
 
 La popa de materia extraordinaria, 
 Bastarda, y de legitimos sonetos, 
 De labor peregrina en todo, y varia. 
 
 Eran dos valentisimos tercetos 
 
 Los espaldares de la izquierda y diestra, 
 Para dar boga larga muy perfetos. 
 
 Hecha ser la crujia se me mucstra 
 De una luenga y tristisima elegia, 
 Que no en cantar, sino en llorar es diestra.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 27 
 
 With me thy passage shall be safe and free, 
 No pother needst thou make, nor question raise, 
 About thy needful provender at sea ; 
 
 And to convince thee that I do not phrase, 
 
 Come with me to my galley, and strange sight 
 Thou' It see, to fill thy fancy with amaze! " 
 
 I, though I deemed the whole fictitious quite, 
 Went on with him into the galley fair, 
 And saw what thrilled my senses with delight. 
 
 From keel to main- mast top, O wonder rare, 
 A swarm of verses 7 formed the whole array, 
 No single bit of prose did mingle there ! 
 
 The port-holes were a curious compound gay 
 Of Glosses, made to order and designed 
 To grace Malmaridada's 8 wedding day; 
 
 The bank of oars was with Romances lined, 
 A daring folk, but needful as a change, 
 And fit for active wo rk of every kind ; 
 
 The poop was of material wondrous strange, 
 Of Sonnets 9 bastard and legitimate, 
 Of cunning work withal, and varied range ; 
 
 Two Tercets, each of power exceeding great, 
 Composed the stroke oars of the left and right, 
 A wider oar-sweep to effectuate ; 
 
 The rowers' gangway came before my sight, 
 Formed of a long-drawn Elegy and drear, 
 Designed for wailing, not for song's delight ;
 
 8 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 For esta entiendo yo que se diria 
 
 Lo que suele decirse a un desdichado, 
 Cuando lo pasa mal, paso crujia. 
 
 El arbol hasta el cielo levantado 
 De una dura cancion prolija estaba 
 De canto de seis dedos embreado. 
 
 El, y la entena que por el cruzaba, 
 De duros estrambotes, la madera 
 De que eran hechos clara se mostraba. 
 
 La racamenta, que es siempre parlera, 
 Toda la componian redondillas, 
 Con que clla se mostraba mas lijera. 
 
 Las jarcias parecian seguidillas 
 
 De disparates mil y mas compuestas, 
 Que suelen en el alma hacer cosquillas. 
 
 Las rumbadas, fortisimas y honestas 
 Estancias, eran tablas poderosas, 
 Que llevan un poema y otro a cuestas. 
 
 Era cosa de ver las bulliciosas 
 
 Banderillas que al aire tremolaban, 
 De varias rimas algo licenciosas. 
 
 Los grumetes, que aqui y alii cruzaban, 
 De encadenados versos parecian, 
 Puesto que como libres trabajaban. 
 
 Todas las obras muertas componian 
 O versos sueltos, 6 sextinas graves, 
 Que la galera mas gallarda hacian.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 29 
 
 So might I understand what strikes the ear, 
 When sorrows on some wretch's head do pour : 
 " He runs the gangway ! " 'tis the phrase we hear: 
 
 The solid main-mast, that aloft did soar, 
 Was fashioned of a stiff and prolix Lay, 
 Six fingers deep, pitch-plastered o'er and o'er ; 
 
 It, and the lateen yard that crossed its way, 
 Of hard dry Couplets, to the view did bring 
 Their wooden substance with a clear display : 
 
 The parrels, prattling with the vessel's swing, 
 Were Redondillas, and in rows arrayed 
 To tinkle forth an easy rattling ring ; 
 
 The cordage was of Seguidillas made, 
 
 Bright with a thousand fooleries and more, 
 That titillate the soul in serenade ; 
 
 The prow-ribs, Stanzas honest to the core, 
 
 Formed tablets large, and ponderous as could be, 
 With this and t'other poem garnished o'er ; 
 
 The flags and streamers were a sight to see, 
 That waved and fluttered with the moving air, 
 Of varied rhymes, a trifle loose and free ; 
 
 The sailor boys, that flitted here and there, 
 Seemed to me coupled verses in one stave, 
 Though each did work with free and jaunty air; 
 
 The bulwarks were composed of Sextains grave, 
 Or verses blank, and to the galley bright 
 A stouter and more firm appearance gave !
 
 30 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 En fin, con modos blandos y siiaves, 
 Viendo Mercuric que yo visto habia 
 El bajel, que es razon, letor, que alabes, 
 
 Junto a si me sento, y su voz en via 
 A mis oidos en razones claras, 
 Y llenas de suavisima armonia, 
 
 Diciendo : Entre las cosas que son raras 
 Y nuevas en el mundo y peregrinas, 
 Veras, si en ello adviertes y reparas, 
 
 Que es una este bajel de las mas dinas 
 De admiracion, que llegue a ser espanto 
 A naciones remotas y vecinas. 
 
 No le formaron maquinas de encanto, 
 Sino el ingenio del divino Apolo, 
 Que puede, quiere, y llega y sube a tanto. 
 
 Formole, j oh nuevo caso ! para solo 
 Que yo llevase en cl cuantos poetas 
 Hay desde el claro Tajo hasta Pactolo. 
 
 De Malta el gran maestre, a quien secretas 
 Espias dan aviso que en Oriente 
 Se aperciben las barbaras saetas, 
 
 Teme, y envia a convocar la gente 
 Que sella con la blanca cruz el pecho, 
 Porque en su fuerza su valor se aumente. 
 
 A cuya imitacion Apolo ha hecho 
 Que los famosos vates al Parnaso 
 Acudan, que esta puesto en duro estrecho.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 31 
 
 At length, with manners gentle and polite, 
 Mercurius, seeing my inspection end, 
 (Herewith thy praise, O reader, I invite,) 
 
 Took seat by me, and to my ears did send 
 His voice with reasons forcible and fair, 
 Wherewith the sweetest harmony did blend, 
 
 And said to me : " 'Mong matters that are rare 
 And novel in this world, and strange to hear, 
 Thou' It see, if thou dost note and mark with care, 
 
 That such a barque, as thou beholdest here, 
 Hath highest claims the reverence to command 
 Of all the wondering nations far and near. 
 
 It sprang to being by no wizard's hand, 
 But by divine Apollo's wit supreme, 
 Whose will and power achieved a work so grand : 
 
 He fashioned it that I, though strange it seem, 
 Should bear therein as many poets great 
 As dwell 'twixt Tagus and Pactolus' stream. 
 
 Malta's grand master, who hath heard of late, 
 From secret spies, that hordes of Eastern bands 
 Sharpen their barbarous shafts for onslaught great, 
 
 In fear hath summoned from the neighbouring lands 
 The Knights that bear the white cross on the breast, 
 To gain the confidence such force commands ; 
 
 Like him, Apollo now hath given behest, 
 All famous seers shall to Parnassus hie, 
 Which stands this day beleaguered and distressed.
 
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 Yo, condolido del doliente caso, 
 En el lijero casco, ya instruido 
 De lo que he de hacer, aguijo el paso. 
 
 De Italia las riberas he barrido, 
 
 He visto las de Francia y no tocado, 
 For venir solo a Espana dirigido. 
 
 Aqui con duke y con felice agrado 
 Hara fin mi camino, a lo que creo, 
 Y sere facilmente despachado. 
 
 TU, aunque en tus canas tu pereza veo, 
 Seras el paraninfo de mi asunto, 
 Y el solicitador de mi deseo. 
 
 Parte, y no te detengas solo un punto, 
 Y a los que en esta lista van escritos 
 Diras de Apolo cuanto aqui yo apunto. 
 
 Saco un papcl, y en el casi infinites 
 Nombres vi de poetas, en que habia 
 Yangiieses, vizcamos y coritos. 
 
 Alii famosos vi de Andalucia, 
 
 Y entre los castellanos vi unos hombres, 
 En quien vive de asiento la poesia. 
 
 Dijo Mercurio : Quiero que me nombres 
 Desta turba gentil, pues tu lo sabes, 
 La alteza de su ingenio, con los nombres. 
 
 Yo respondi : De los que son mas graves 
 Dire lo que supiere, por moverte 
 A que ante Apolo su valor alabes. 
 HI escucho. Yo dije desta suerte.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 33 
 
 I, looking on the case with pitying eye, 
 Put on my winged cap, and learning plain 
 What should be done, with quickened pace did fly; 
 
 I coasted all along the Italian main, 
 
 The shores of France I saw, but did not land, 
 My mission having sole respect to Spain ; 
 
 But with this meeting, fortunate and bland, 
 I'll bring to happy issue my affairs, 
 And straight dispatch them with an easy hand. 
 
 Thou, though I see scant power in thy grey hairs, 
 Shalt be the paranymph of my design, 
 And rid me of the burden of my cares ; 
 
 Set out, nor let delay be fault of thine, 
 And to those written on this list convey 
 The message of Apollo, line for line ! " 
 
 He shewed the list ; and 'mong the vast array 
 Of poet's names I saw Yanguesians there, 
 Coritos 10 too, and dwellers in Biscay; 
 
 Of Andalusians many a name and rare, 
 And of Castilians saw I not a few 
 Whose dwelling poesy delights to share. 
 
 Mercurius said : " This most distinguished crew, 
 Since thou dost know them, pray, describe the same, 
 And with their names their height of genius too." 
 
 I made response : " Of those of loftiest name 
 
 I'll tell thee what I know, that thou may'st deign 
 Before Apollo to exalt their fame." 
 
 He listened : and I answered in this strain. 
 D
 
 CAPITULO II. 
 
 Colgado estaba de mi antigua boca 
 El dios hablante, pero entonces mudo ; 
 Que al que escucha, el guardar silencio toca. 
 
 Cuando di de improviso un estornudo, 
 Y haciendo cruces por el mal agiiero, 
 Del gran Mercuric al mandamiento acudo. 
 
 Mire la lista, y vi que era el primero 
 El LICENCIADO JUAN DE OCHOA, amigo 
 Por poeta, y cristiano verdadero. 
 
 Deste varon en su alabanza digo 
 Que puede acelerar y dar la muerte 
 Con su claro discurso al enemigo, 
 
 Y que si no se aparta y se divierte 
 Su ingenio en la gramatica espafiola, 
 Sera de Apolo sin igual la suerte ; 
 
 Pues de su poesia al mundo sola 
 
 Puede esperar poner el pie en la cumbre 
 De la inconstante rueda, 6 varia bola.
 
 CHAPTER II. 
 
 Upon mine ancient lips all eager hung 
 
 The speaking god, now mute and at his ease, 
 For he who listens may not use his tongue ; 
 
 When all at once I gave a potent sneeze, 
 And, crossing me for that ill-omened feat, 
 I set myself great Mercury to please. 
 
 I scanned the list ; u and first upon the leet 
 Came JUAN DE OCHOA the Licentiate, 
 My friend as poet, Christian most complete ; 
 
 In praise of such a man I can but state 
 
 That from his clear discourse, a blade of might, 
 The foe must meet a sure and speedy fate ; 
 
 And should his genius well direct its flight, 
 Now curbed by Spanish grammar, as I fear, 
 Then would Apollo's fortune reach its height j 
 
 For with his poesy, that hath no peer, 
 
 He well might gain the top of Fortune's wheel, 
 And plant his foot upon its whirling sphere.
 
 36 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Este que de los comicos es lumbre, 
 
 Que el LlCENClADO POYO es su apellido, 
 No hay nube que a su sol claro deslumbre. 
 
 Pero como esta siempre entretenido 
 En trazas, en quimeras e invenciones, 
 No ha de acudir a este marcial ruido. 
 
 Este, que en lista por tercero pones, 
 
 Que HlP^LITO se llama DE VERGARA, 
 Si llevarle al Parnaso te dispones, 
 
 Haz cuenta que en el llevas una jara, 
 Una saeta, un arcabuz, un rayo, 
 Que contra la ignorancia se dispara. 
 
 Este, que tiene como mes de ma}^o 
 
 Florido ingenio, y que comienza ahora 
 A hacer de sus comedias nuevo ensayo, 
 
 GOD INEZ es. Y estotro que enamora 
 Las almas con sus versos regalados, 
 Cuando de amor ternezas canta 6 llora, 
 
 Es uno, que valdra por mil soldados, 
 
 Cuando a la extrana y nunca vista empresa 
 Fueren los escogidos y llamados : 
 
 Digo que es DON FRANCISCO, el que profesa 
 Las armas y las letras con tal nombre, 
 Que por su igual Apolo le confiesa : 
 
 Es DE CALATAYUD su sobrenombre. 
 Con esto queda dicho todo cuanto 
 Puedo decir con que a la invidia asombre.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 37 
 
 With POYA, the Licentiate, now we deal, 
 Who of all comic writers is the star 
 Whose brilliant light no clouds can e'er conceal ; 
 
 But as his mind is ever borne afar 
 
 By quips, and quirks, and whimsies of the brain, 
 He hath no stomach for the din of war. 
 
 Here DE VERGARA'S name is written plain, 
 Third on the list ; and if thou should'st decree 
 To bear him to Parnassus in thy train, 
 
 He'll be a shaft, a javelin to thee, 
 
 An arquebuse, a bolt, to cause dismay 
 And force the hosts of ignorance to flee. 
 
 GODINEZ this ; whose wit like month of May 
 Is crowned with flowers, and who in novel style 
 Brings forth new comedies to suit the day. 
 
 This other here, whose verses sweet beguile 
 
 The souls of men, and from Love's flowing fount 
 Draw tender thoughts that cause to weep or smile, 
 
 Is one, who'll for a thousand soldiers count 
 
 When, summoned to the strange assault and rude, 
 The called and chosen stand before the mount ; 
 
 'Tis DON FRANCISCO DE CALATAYUD, 
 Who both in arms and letters takes a pride, 
 And holds them with such equal claim and good, 
 
 That great Apollo ranks him by his side ; 
 I've said enough, and all that I desire, 
 That envy now her sombre head may hide.
 
 38 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Este que sigue es un poeta santo, 
 
 Digo famoso : MIGUEL ClD se llama, 
 Que al coro de las musas pone es panto. 
 
 Estotro que sus versos encarama 
 
 Sobre los mismos hombros de Calisto, 
 Tan celebrado siempre de la fama, 
 
 Es aquel agradable, aquel bienquisto, 
 Aquel agudo, aquel sonoro y grave 
 Sobre cuantos poetas Febo ha visto : 
 
 Aquel que tiene de escribir la Have 
 
 Con gracia y agudeza en tanto extreme, 
 Que su igual en el orbe no se sabe, 
 
 Es DON Luis DE GONGORA, a quien temo 
 Agraviar en mis cortas alabanzas, 
 Aunque las suba al grado mas supremo. 
 
 O tu, divino espiritu, que alcanzas 
 Ya el premio merecido a tus deseos, 
 Y a tus bien colocadas esperanzas : 
 
 Ya en nuevos y justisimos empleos, 
 
 Divino HERRERA, tu caudal se aplica, 
 Aspirando del cielo a los trofeos. 
 
 Ya de tu hermosa luz clara y rica 
 El bello resplandor miras seguro 
 En la que la alma tuya beatifica : 
 
 Y arrimada tu hiedra al fuerte muro 
 De la immortalidad, no estimas cuanto 
 Mora en las sombras deste mundo escuro.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 39 
 
 Next comes a poet of the sacred lyre, 
 
 Known wideas MIGUEL ClD, 12 whose holy rhyme 
 Strikes terror into all the Muses' quire. 
 
 This other here, whose soaring verse doth climb 
 The very shoulders of the greater Bear, 
 So eulogized by fame, in this our time, 
 
 The best beloved, and eke most debonnair, 
 Most pungent, most sonorous, most refined, 
 Of all the poets Phoebus hath in care, 
 
 Who holds the key of writing, that rare kind, 
 Wherein such mingled grace and wit appear 
 That on this orb its like we cannot find, 
 
 Is DON LUIS DE GONGORA, 13 whom I fear 
 By such brief praise of mine to have disgraced, 
 Although I raise it to the highest sphere. 
 
 O soul divine ! who art already graced 
 
 With honours high that to thy worth are due, 
 And to thy hopes so well and wisely placed ! 
 
 E'en now, in fitting offices and new, 
 
 Thy powers, divine HERRERA, 14 move aright, 
 With heavenly glories ever in thy view ; 
 
 Upon the splendours of thy beauteous Light, 
 So rich and clear, thine eyes with rapture fall, 
 As seen in her who is thy soul's delight ; 
 
 And, clinging like the ivy to the wall 
 Of Immortality, it boots not thee 
 What matters in our darkened world befall.
 
 40 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Y tu, DON JUAN DE JAUREGUI, que a tanto 
 El sabio curso de tu pluma aspira, 
 Que sobre las esferas le levanto : 
 
 Aunque Lucano por tu voz respira, 
 Dejale un rato, y con piadosos ojos 
 A la necesidad de Apolo mira ; 
 
 Que te estan esperando mil despojos 
 De otros mil atrevidos, que procuran 
 Fertiles campos ser, siendo rastrojos. 
 
 Y tu, por quien las musas aseguran 
 
 Su partido, DON FELIX ARIAS, siente, 
 Que por su gentileza te conjuran, 
 
 Y ruegan que defiendas desta gente 
 
 Non sancta su hermosura, y de Aganipe 
 Y de Hipocrene la inmortal corriente. 
 
 I Consentiras tu a dicha participe 
 Del licor suavisimo un poeta, 
 Que al hacer de sus versos sude y hipe ? 
 
 No lo consentiras, pues tu discreta 
 Vena, abundante y rica, no permite 
 Cosa que sombra tenga de imperfeta. 
 
 Senor, este que aqui viene se quite, 
 
 Dije a Mercurio, que es un chacho necio, 
 Que juega, y es de satiras su envite. 
 
 Este si que podras tener en precio, 
 Que es ALONSO DE SALAS BARBADILLO, 
 A quien me inclino y sin medida aprecio.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 41 
 
 And thou as well, DON JUAN DE JAUREGUI, 16 
 Whose pen with subtle course doth upward speed, 
 And fain would soar above all spheres that be ; 
 
 Though Lucan through thy voice doth breathe indeed, 
 One moment leave him, and with pitying eye 
 Regard Apollo in his time of need ; 
 
 For now to thee a thousand spoils are nigh 
 Of thousand shameless daring ones, who fain 
 Would rank as fruitful fields, though stubble dry. 
 
 And thou, whose cause the Muses all maintain, 
 DON FELIX ARIAS, wilt give ear, I ween, 
 While they entreat thee, in most melting strain, 
 
 To save their beauty from that rabble mean, 
 
 And guard the immortal streams that gushing go 
 From Aganippe and from Hippocrene ; 
 
 Wilt thou consent to share the sparkling glow 
 Of that rich liquor with some poet vile, 
 Who sweats and belches while his numbers flow ? 
 
 Thou wilt not ; for thy chastely classic style, 
 So precious and so rare, will not permit 
 The veriest trace of aught that can defile ! 
 
 D 
 
 My lord, I said, let him be forced to quit 
 
 Who next appears ; he's but a brainless wight 
 Who gambles, and with satire makes a hit. 
 
 But let the next find favour in thy sight, 
 DE SALAS BARBADILLO is his name, 
 Him I regard, and with supreme delight.
 
 42 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Este que viene aqui, si he de decillo, 
 
 No hay para que le embarques, y asi puedes 
 Borrarle. Dijo el dios : gusto de oillo. 
 
 Es un cierto rapaz, que a Ganimedes 
 Quiere imitar, vistiendose a lo godo, 
 Y asi aconsejo que sin el te quedes. 
 
 No lo haras con este dese modo, 
 
 Que es el gran LUIS CABRERA, que pequeno 
 Todo lo alcanza, pues lo sabe todo : 
 
 Es de la histcria conocido dueno, 
 Y en discursos discretos tan discrete, 
 Que a Tacito veras, si te le enseno. 
 
 Este que viene es un galan, sujeto 
 De la varia fortuna a los vaivenes, 
 Y del mudable tiempo al duro aprieto. 
 
 Un tiempo rico de caducos bienes, 
 Y ahora de los firmes e inmudables 
 Mas rico, a tu mandar firme le denes : 
 
 Pueden los altos riscos siempre estables 
 Ser tocados del mar, mas no movidos 
 De sus ondas en cursos variables. 
 
 Ni menos a la tierra trae rendidos 
 
 Los altos cedros Boreas, cuando airado 
 Quiere humillar los mas fortalecidos. 
 
 Y este que vivo ejemplo nos ha dado 
 Desta verdad con tal filosofia 
 
 DON LORENZO RAMIREZ es DE PRADO.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 43 
 
 Who hither comes, if I be not to blame, 
 
 Hath no right to embark, and strike him out 
 Thou mayst ; quoth Mercury : " I think the same." 
 
 A certain urchin he, who loves to flout 
 In Gothic dress, a would-be Ganymede, 
 'Twere best to turn him to the right about. 
 
 The next in turn deserves a better meed, 
 
 The great LUIS CABRERA, who, though small, 
 Achieveth much, for much he knows indeed ; 
 
 A master he of history, prized by all, 
 And in discreet discourses so discreet, 
 That Tacitus himself seems at thy call. 
 
 Now comes to view a man of grace complete, 
 Across whose life hath changing Fortune passed, 
 And on whose head the storms of Time have beat ; 
 
 Once was he rich in goods that would not last, 
 Now richer still in goods that last for aye, 
 He stands at thy command both firm and fast ; 
 
 Around the beetling rocks in fierce array 
 
 The sea may rage, and all its billows bound, 
 Nor move them from their solid base away ; 
 
 And Boreas, too, may howl and rave around 
 The lofty cedars, but he strives in vain 
 To make their giant trunks bestrew the ground ; 
 
 A living instance of this truth we gain 
 In DON LORENZO, he DE PRADO hight, 
 With sweet philosophy that makes it plain.
 
 44 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Deste que se le sigue aqui, diria 
 
 Que es DON ANTONIO DE MONROY, que veo 
 
 En el lo que es ingenio y cortesia. 
 Satisfacion al mas alto deseo 
 
 Puede dar de valor heroico y ciencia, 
 
 Pues mil descubro en el y otras mil creo. 
 Este es un caballero de presencia 
 
 Agradable, y que tiene de Torcato 
 
 El alma sin alguna diferencia. 
 De DON ANTONIO DE PAREDES trato, 
 
 A quien dieron las musas sus amigas 
 
 En tierna edad anciano ingenio y trato. 
 Este que por llevarle te fatigas, 
 
 Es DON ANTONIO DE MENDOZA, y veo 
 
 Cuanto en llevarle al sacro Apolo obligas. 
 Este que de las musas es recreo, 
 
 La gracia, y el donaire, y la cordura, 
 
 Que de la discrecion lleva el trofeo : 
 Es PEDRO DE MORALES, propia hechura 
 
 Del gusto cortesano, y es asilo 
 
 Adonde se repara mi ventura. 
 Este, aunque tiene parte de Zoilo, 
 
 Es el grande ESPINEL, que en la guitarra 
 
 Tiene la prima, y en el raro estilo. 
 Este, que tanto alii tira la barra, 
 
 Que las cumbres se deja atras de Pindo, 
 
 Que jura, que vocea y que desgarra,
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 45 
 
 I'll say of him who cometh now in sight, 
 ANTONIO DE MONROY, a very store 
 Of wit and courtesy in him unite ; 
 
 The proofs of his heroic might and lore 
 May satisfy the loftiest desire, 
 Thousands I've seen, I've faith in thousands more. 
 
 Here comes a cavalier whom all admire, 
 
 Of presence fine, and one who holds, I ween, 
 Torquato's soul with unabated fire ; 
 
 I DON ANTONIO DE PAREDES mean, 
 
 Whose tender years his friends the Muses crowned 
 With antique genius, and a brow serene. 
 
 The next to carry with thee thou art bound, 
 ANTONIO DE MENDOZA, and with right 
 Apollo is thy debtor on this ground. 
 
 The next, who is the Muses' chief delight, 
 
 Their grace, their charm, their wisdom, all in one, 
 Who bears the palm for goodly wit at sight, 
 
 Is PEDRO DE MORALES, 16 true-born son 
 Of courtly taste, the sure retreat always 
 My poor luck finds that else might be undone. 
 
 This, though the part of Zoilus he plays, 
 Is ESPINEL 17 the grand, whose gay guitar, 
 And style so rare, are worthy of all praise. 
 
 He, who with such a flight can fling the bar 
 As leaves the heights of Pindus far behind, 
 Who swears, and bursts, and sends his voice afar,
 
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 Tiene mas de poeta que de lindo, 
 
 Y es JuSEPE DE VARGAS, cuyo astuto 
 
 Ingenio y rara condicion deslindo. 
 Este, a quien pueden dar justo tribute 
 
 La gala y el ingenio, que mas pueda 
 
 Ofrecer a las musas flor y fruto, 
 Es el famoso ANDRES DE BALMASEDA, 
 
 De cuyo grave y dulce entendimiento 
 
 El magno Apolo satisfecho queda. 
 Este es ENCISO, gloria y ornamento 
 
 Del Tajo, y claro honor de Manzanares, 
 
 Que con tal hijo aumenta su contento. 
 Este, que es escogido entre millares 
 
 DE GUEVARA Luis VELEZ es el bravo, 
 
 Que se puede llamar quitapesares. 
 Es poeta gigante, en quien alabo 
 
 El verso numeroso, el peregrino 
 
 Ingenio, si un Gnaton nos pinta, o un Davo. 
 Este es DON JUAN DE ESPANA, que es mas dino 
 
 De alabanzas divinas que de humanas, 
 
 Pues en todos sus versos es divino. 
 Este, por quien de Lugo estan ufanas 
 
 Las musas, es SlLVEIRA, aquel famoso, 
 
 Que por llevarle con razon te afanas. 
 Este, que se le sigue, es el curioso 
 
 Gran DON PEDRO DE HERRERA, conocido 
 
 Por de ingenio elevado en punto honroso.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 47 
 
 With more of poet's fire, than grace refined, 
 Is JUSEPE DE VARGAS, whose astute 
 And strangely-ordered wit I've thus defined. 
 
 He, who from lustre and great wit to boot 
 Receives fit tribute, and with homage true 
 Can offer to the Muses flower and fruit, 
 
 Is famed ANDRES DE BALMASEDA, who 
 With solid judgment, and most pure intent, 
 Will great Apollo please, and charm him too. 
 
 ENCISO this ; the pride and ornament 
 Of Tagus and of Manzanares fair, 
 Who well with such a son may live content. 
 
 Here comes a man, amongst a thousand there, 
 The valiant Luis DE GUEVARA he, 
 Who might in truth be better styled Kill-care ; 
 
 A giant poet whom to praise I'm free 
 
 For sounding verse, and wit that can outline 
 A Gnatho or a Davus as they be. 
 
 DON JUAN DE ESPANA this, a poet fine, 
 More worthy of divine than human fame, 
 For in his verses he is all divine. 
 
 Comes famed SlLVEIR A, through whom Lugo's name 
 Is vaunted by the Muses, reason more 
 Whythoushouldst strive to bear with thee the same. 
 
 Who follows is that man of curious lore, 
 
 Great PEDRO DE HERRERA, who doth shine 
 Through lofty wit, with honour at the core.
 
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 Este que de la carcel del olvido 
 
 Saco otra vez a Proserpina hermosa, 
 Con que a Espana y al Dauro ha enriquecido, 
 Verasle en la contienda rigurosa, 
 
 Que se teme y se espera en nuestros dias, 
 Culp^a de nuestra edad poco dichosa, 
 Mostrar de su valor las lozanias. 
 
 Pero que mucho, si es aqueste el doto 
 Y grave DON FRANCISCO DE FARfAS? 
 Este de quien yo fui siempre devoto, 
 Oraculo y Apolo de Granada, 
 Y aun deste clima nuestro y del remoto, 
 PEDRO RODRIGUEZ es. Este es TEJADA, 
 De altitonantes versos y sonoros 
 Con majestad en todo levantada. 
 Este, que brota versos por los poros, 
 Y halla patria y amigos donde quiera, 
 Y tiene en los ajenos sus tesoros, 
 Es MEDINILLA, el que la vez primera 
 Canto el romance de la tumba escura, 
 Entre cipreses puestos en hilera. 
 Este, que en verdes anos se apresura 
 
 Y corre al sacro lauro, es DON FERNANDO 
 BERMUDEZ, donde vive la cordura. 
 Este es aquel poeta memorando, 
 
 Que mostro de su ingenio la agudeza 
 En las selvas de Erifile cantando.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 49 
 
 The bard who snatched the lovely Proserpine 
 A second time from dark oblivion's cage, 
 And gave to Spain and Daurus wealth divine, 
 
 Thou'lt find him in the strife where rigours rage, 
 (So feared and dreaded in our day, I ween, 
 Fault of our pinched and not too happy age,) 
 
 Shewing his lusty powers and courage keen ; 
 But what of that ? It is the grave and wise 
 FRANCISCO DE FARIAS whom we mean. 
 
 PEDRO RODRIGUEZ this ; whose worth I prize, 
 The oracle of fair Granada's shrine, 
 The Apollo of our own and distant skies. 
 
 TEJADA follows next, as I divine, 
 
 Who on his lofty-sounding verse doth soar, 
 And travels upward with majestic line. 
 
 The next, whose verses burst from every pore, 
 Who finds his home and friends where'er he goes, 
 And culls from every source his wealthy store, 
 
 Is MEDINILLA, who did first propose 
 To sing the ballad of the sombre tomb 
 
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 Amongst the cypress-trees, arranged in rows. 
 Next comes BERMUDEZ, who, with life in bloom 
 
 The sacred laurel seeks with eager smile, 
 
 To cull fresh wisdom ere his years consume. 
 This is the poet, noted for his style, 
 
 Who well displayed the sharpness of his wit 
 
 By chanting in the woods of Entile. 
 B
 
 50 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Este, que la coluna nueva empieza, 
 
 Con estos dos que con su ser convienen, 
 
 Nombrarlos, aun lo tengo por bajeza. 
 MIGUEL CEJUDO, y MIGUEL SANCHEZ vienen 
 
 Juntos aqui, ; oh par sin par ! En estos 
 
 Las sacras musas fuerte amparo tienen. 
 Que en los pies de sus versos bien compuestos, 
 
 Llenos de erudicion rara y dotrina, 
 
 Al ir al grave caso seran prestos. 
 Este gran caballero, que se inclina 
 
 A la leccion de los poetas buenos, 
 
 Y al sacro monte con su luz camina, 
 DON FRANCISCO DE SILVA es por lo menos : 
 
 Que sera por lo mas ? j Oh edad madura, 
 
 En verdes anos de cordura llenos ! 
 DON GABRIEL GOMEZ viene aqui, segura 
 
 Tiene con el Apolo la vitoria, 
 
 De la canalla siempre necia y dura, 
 Para honor de su ingenio, para gloria 
 
 De su florida edad, para que admire 
 
 Siempre de siglo en siglo su memoria. 
 En este gran sugeto se retire 
 
 Y abrevie la esperanza deste hecho, 
 
 Y Febo al gran VALDES atento mire ; 
 Vera en el un gallardo y sabio pecho, 
 
 Un ingenio sutil y levantado, 
 
 Con que le deje en todo satisfecho.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 5 1 
 
 To name the one, who at the head doth sit 
 Of this new column, and the other two 
 Of kindred soul, I hardly think it fit. 
 
 Now comes MIGUEL CEJUDO into view 
 
 With MIGUEL SANCHEZ, pair without a peer, 
 A bulwark of the Muses, stout and true ; 
 
 Who, on the feet of their strong verse and clear, 
 So full of doctrine rare and erudite, 
 May march to face the combat without fear. 
 
 This cavalier, who reads with great delight 
 And with the grand old poets doth consort, 
 To reach the sacred mountain by their light, 
 
 DON FRANCISCO DE SILVA is in short, 
 What will he be in full ? O age mature, 
 So green in years, yet full of wise retort ! 
 
 DON GABRIEL GOMEZ hither comes, who's sure 
 To gift Apollo with no triumph mean 
 Over the rabble witless and impure ; 
 
 To crown his genius and his brow serene 
 With fitting fame ; that so from age to age, 
 And ever on, his memory may be green. 
 
 In VALDES, that great personage and sage, 
 The hope of such a deed is at its best, 
 And well may great Apollo's doubts assuage ; 
 
 In him he'll find a wise and gallant breast 
 A lofty genius, full of subtlety, 
 Whereon his confidence may safely rest.
 
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 FiGUEROA es estotro, el dotorado, 
 Que canto de Amarili la constancia 
 En duke prosa y verso regalado. 
 
 Cuatro vienen aqui en poca distancia 
 Con mayusculas letras de oro escritos, 
 Que son del alto asunto la importancia. 
 
 De tales cuatro, siglos infinites 
 Durara la memoria, sustentada 
 En la alta gravedad de sus escritos. 
 
 Del claro Apolo la real morada 
 Si viniere a caer de su grandeza, 
 Sera por estos cuatro levantada ; 
 
 En ellos nos cifro naturaleza 
 
 El todo de las partes, que son dinas 
 
 De gozar celsitud, que es mas que alteza. 
 
 Esta verdad, gran CONDE DE SALINAS, 
 Bien la acreditas con tus raras obras, 
 Que en los tcrminos tocan de divinas. 
 
 Tu, el de ESQUILACHE PRINCIPE, que cobras 
 De dia en dia credito tamano, 
 Que te adelantas a ti mismo y sobras : 
 
 Seras escudo fuerte al grave dafio, 
 Que teme Apolo con ventajas tantas, 
 Que no te espere el escuadron tacano. 
 
 Tu, CONDE DE SALDANA, que con plantas 
 Tiernas pisas de Pindo la alta cumbre, 
 Y en alas de tu ingenio te levantas ;
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 53 
 
 Comes FlGUEROA, Doctor by degree, 
 Who sung in dulcet prose and dainty verse 
 Of Amaryllis and her constancy. 
 
 Now four 18 appear, whose names we must rehearse, 
 Writ full and large in characters of gold, 
 All doubts of their importance to disperse. 
 
 Of such quartette the glory shall be told 
 
 Through countless ages, for their works remain 
 With massive weight their memory to uphold ; 
 
 Should the grand throne, where Phoebus holds his reign, 
 Be seen to topple from its lofty place, 
 These four alone would raise it up again ; 
 
 In them doth nature bounteously embrace 
 The whole of all the parts, held justly now 
 To merit Highness which is more than Grace. 
 
 This truth, great CONDE DE SALINAS, thou 
 Dost well accredit with thy works so rare, 
 Which touch the limits of divine, I trow. 
 
 Thou, prince of ESQUIL.ACHE, biddest fair, 
 From day to day, to rise to such a place 
 That thou thyself wilt pass and overbear ; 
 
 Thou' It be a buckler strong in that dire case 
 
 Which Phoebus dreads; arrayed in power complete, 
 The scurvy squadron will not brook thy face. 
 
 Thou, CONDE DE SALDANA, who, with feet 
 So tender, climb'st up Pindus' lofty height, 
 And soarest with thy wit on pinions fleet,
 
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 Hacha has de ser de inextinguible lumbre, 
 
 Que guie al sacro monte, al deseoso 
 
 De verse en el, sin que la luz deslumbre. 
 Tu, el de VlLLAMEDiANA, el mas famoso 
 
 De cuantos entre griegos y latinos 
 
 Alcanzaron el lauro venturoso ; 
 Cruzaras por las sendas y caminos 
 
 Que al monte guian, porque mas seguros 
 
 Lleguen a el los simples peregrinos. 
 A cuya vista destos cuatro muros 
 
 Del Parnaso caeran las arrogancias 
 
 De los mancebos sobre necios duros. 
 ; Oh cuantas, y cuan graves circunstancias 
 
 Dijera destos cuatro, que felices 
 
 Aseguran de Apolo las ganancias ! 
 Y mas si se les llega el de ALCANICES 
 
 MARQUES insigne, haran (puesto que hay una 
 
 En el mundo no mas) cinco fenices. 
 Cada cual de por si sera coluna, 
 
 Que sustente y levante el edificio 
 
 De Febo sobre el cerco de la luna. 
 Este (puesto que acude al grave oficio 
 
 En que se ocupa) el lauro y palma lleva, 
 
 Que Apolo da por honra y beneficio. 
 En esta ciencia es maravilla nueva, 
 
 Y en la jurispericia unico y raro, 
 
 Su nombre es DON FRANCISCO DE LA CUEVA.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 55 
 
 Thou hast to be a torch of quenchless light, 
 
 To guide the pilgrims who would pay their vow 
 Upon the sacred hill, nor dread the night. 
 
 Most famous, VlLLAMEDIANA 1 , 9 thou 
 
 Of all, amongst the Greeks and Latins, who 
 Have pressed the happy laurel on their brow ; 
 
 Thou must patrol the road and sideways too 
 Which to the mountain lead ; that safely all 
 The simple strangers may their path pursue : 
 
 Before the sight of which quadruple wall, 
 
 That girds Parnassus, shall the brainless throng 
 Of these rude striplings totter down and fall. 
 
 What wondrous stories might I tell, and long, 
 Of this quartette ; what gains they have in store 
 For great Apollo in the realms of song ! 
 
 But lo ! if ALCANICES join the corps, 
 
 Marquess renowned, five Phoenixes will rise, 
 Though in the world there be but one no more ! 
 
 Each one shall be a column of such size 
 As Phoebus' mansion singly to sustain, 
 And bear its fabric far above the skies. 
 
 The next, although his weighty duties strain 
 His utmost powers, still bears the palm of fame 
 Apollo grants for honour and for gain ; 
 
 Strange gifts in such a science hath the same, 
 In jurisprudence, too, unique and rare, 
 FRANCISCO DE LA CUEVA is his name.
 
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 Este, que con Homero le compare, 
 
 Es el gran DON RODRIGO DE HERRERA, 
 
 Insigne en letras, y en virtudes claro. 
 Este, que se le sigue, es el DE VERA 
 
 DON JUAN, que por su espada y por su pluma 
 
 Le honran en la quinta y cuarta esfera. 
 Este, que el cuerpo y aun el alma bruma 
 
 De mil, aunque no muestra ser cristiano, 
 
 Sus escritos el tiempo no consuma. 
 Cayoseme la lista de la mano 
 
 En este punto, y dijo el dios : Con estos 
 
 Que has referido esta el negocio llano. 
 Haz que con pies y pensamientos prestos 
 
 Vengan aqui, donde aguardando quedo 
 
 La fuerza de tan validos supuestos. 
 Mai podra DON FRANCISCO DE QuEVEDO 
 
 Venir, dije yo entonces ; y el me dijo : 
 
 Pues partirme sin el de aqui non puedo. 
 Ese es hijo de Apolo, ese es hijo 
 
 De Caliope musa, no podemos 
 
 Irnos sin el, y en esto estare fijo. 
 Es el flagelo de poetas memos, 
 
 Y echara a puntillazos del Parnaso 
 
 Los malos que esperamos y tememos. 
 Oh senor, replique, que tiene el paso 
 
 Corto, y no llegara en un siglo entero. 
 
 Deso, dijo Mercurio, no hago caso.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 57 
 
 He, whom with Homer I may well compare, 
 Is DON RODRIGO DE HERRERA : he 
 Who holds in letters as in worth the chair. 
 
 Now comes DON JUAN DE VERA, brave and free, 
 Who, for his martial sword and lettered plume, 
 Hath in the fifth and fourth sphere high degree. 
 
 This, who in soul and body casts a gloom 
 
 O'er thousands, though he be no Christian sure, 
 Still may his works survive till crack of doom ! 
 
 On this I dropped the list : in accents pure 
 
 The god ex claimed: "With numbers such and great 
 As thou hast named our business is secure ; 
 
 See that, with ready feet and hearts elate, 
 They hither come, while I shall keep me free 
 To welcome allies of such sterling weight ! " 
 
 " Scarce can FRANCISCO DE QuEVEDO 20 be 
 In time," I said: "Nay," quoth he, "on this cruise 
 I do not go, unless he go with me ; 
 
 He is Apollo's son, son of the Muse 
 Calliope ; we cannot, it is clear, 
 Go hence without him, and I do not chuse ; 
 
 He is the scourge of all the poets drear, 
 And from Parnassus, at the point of wit, 
 Will chase the miscreants we expect and fear ! " 
 
 " My lord," I said, "his pace is most unfit, 
 He'll be a century upon the route ! " 
 Quoth Mercury: " It matters not a whit ;
 
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 Que el poeta que fuere caballero, 
 
 Sobre una nube entre pardilla y clara 
 Vendra muy a su gusto caballero. 
 
 Y el que no, pregunte, que le prepara 
 Apolo ? que carrozas, 6 que nubes ? 
 I Que dromedario, 6 alfana en paso rara ? 
 
 Mucho, me respondio, mucho te subes 
 En tus preguntas ; calla y obedece. 
 Si hare, pues no es infando lo que jubes. 
 
 Esto le respond!, y el me parece 
 
 Que se turbo algun tanto ; y en un punto 
 El mar se turba, el viento sopla y crece. 
 
 Mi rostro entonces, como el de un difunto 
 Se debio de poner, y si haria, 
 Que soy medroso a lo que yo barrunto. 
 
 Vi la noche mezclarse con el dia, 
 Las arenas del Hondo mar alzarse 
 A la region del aire, entonces fria. 
 
 Todos los elementos vi turbarse, 
 
 La tierra, el agua, el aire, y aun el fuego 
 Vi entre rompidas nubes azorarse. 
 
 Y en medio deste gran desasosiego 
 Llovian nubes de poetas llenas 
 Sobre el bajel, que se anegara laego, 
 
 Si no acudieran mas de mil sirenas 
 A dar de azotes a la gran borrasca, 
 Que hacia el saltarel por las entenas.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 59 
 
 For be the poet gentleman to boot, 
 
 Upon a dappled cloud, and through the air, 
 He shall be borne, his courtly taste to suit ! " 
 
 " For him who's none what is Apollo's care ? " 
 I asked, " what clouds, what carriages at hand ? 
 What dromedary ? Brute of action rare ? " 
 
 "Thy questions savour much," he said offhand, 
 '* Of hardihood ; be silent and resigned ! " 
 " Since not ineffable is thy command, 
 
 I yield ! " So answered I, and to my mind 
 He seemed somewhat irate, and straight ahead 
 Rough rose the sea, and blew the gusty wind. 
 
 Then grew my face, like visage of one dead, 
 Bedewed with pallor, for, if truth be told, 
 I'm somewhat fearful of the thing I dread ; 
 
 I saw the night and day together rolled, 
 The sands of ocean deep began to dash 
 Up to the realms of air, that froze with cold ; 
 
 Now seemed the elements in rage to clash, 
 
 Earth, water, air, and lambent fire, whose light 
 Pierced the rent clouds with intermittent flash. 
 
 In midst of this confusion and affright, 
 
 Clouds full of poets sent a pouring rain [quite, 
 Down on the barque, and would have swamped it 
 
 Had not some thousand Sirens come amain, 
 
 And with their whips, from yard to yard, did make 
 That hurly-burly take to flight again ;
 
 60 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Una, que ser pense Juana la Chasca, 
 De dilatado vientre y luengo cuello, 
 Pintiparado a aquel de la tarasca, 
 
 Se llego a mi, y me dijo : De un cabello 
 Deste bajel estaba la esperanza 
 Colgada, a no venir a socorrello. 
 
 Traemos, y no es burla, a la bonanza, 
 Que estaba descuidada oyendo atenta 
 Los discursos de un cierto Sancho Panza. 
 
 En esto sosegose la tormenta, 
 
 Volvio tranquilo el mar, sereno el cielo, 
 Que al reganon el cefiro le ahuyenta. 
 
 Volvi la vista, y vi en lijero vuelo 
 Una nube romper el aire claro 
 De la color del condensado hielo. 
 
 ; Oh maravilla nueva ! Oh caso raro ! 
 Vilo, y he de decillo, aunque se dude 
 Del hecho que por brujula declaro. 
 
 Lo que yo pude ver, lo que yo pude 
 Notar fue, que la nube dividida 
 En dos mitades a Hover acude. 
 
 Quien ha visto la tierra prevenida 
 
 Con tal disposicion, que cuando llueve, 
 Cosa ya averiguada y conocida, 
 
 De cada gota en un instante breve 
 Del polvo se levanta 6 sapo, 6 rana, 
 Que a saltos, 6 despacio el paso mueve ;
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 61 
 
 One, whom for Joan la Chasca I did take, 
 
 With paunch extensive, and long neck and bare, 
 In fashion like to that of curling snake, 
 
 Accosted me and said : " 'Twas by a hair 
 That hung the hope of coming, as designed, 
 Our timely succour to the barque to bear; 
 
 We tarried, 'tis no jest, on the fair wind 
 That listless stood, in rapt attention, while 
 A certain Sancho Panza told his mind ! " 
 
 On this began to abate that tempest vile, 
 
 The sea grew calm, the sky serene and bright, 
 And Boreas fled before the Zephyr's smile. 
 
 I turned to look, and lo ! on pinions light, 
 A cloud came bursting through the upper air, 
 Like unto virgin ice as purely white : 
 
 O marvel without peer ! O wonder rare ! 
 I saw it, and must tell it, though I strain 
 The faith of men in what I now declare ! 
 
 What I could see, and what I will maintain, 
 Is that the cloud, careering on its way, 
 Split into halves, and then began to rain. 
 
 Whoe'er has seen the earth with such array 
 Of power prepared, that when it rains apace, 
 (A patent fact that none can well gainsay) 
 
 From every drop, and in the briefest space, 
 A frog or toad from out the dust takes birth, 
 That upward jumps, or creeps with sluggish pace ;
 
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 Tal se imagine ver (j Oh soberana 
 Virtud !) de cada gota de la nube 
 Saltar un bulto, aunque con forma humana. 
 
 For no creer esta verdad estuve 
 Mil veces, pero vila con la vista, 
 Que entonces clara y sin leganas tuve. 
 
 Eran aquestos bultos de la lista 
 Pasada los poetas referidos, 
 A cuya fuerza no hay quien la resista. 
 
 Unos por hombres buenos conocidos, 
 
 Otros de rumbo y hampo, y Dios es Cristo, 
 Poquitos bien, y muchos mal vestidos. 
 
 Entre ellos pareciome de haber visto 
 A DON ANTONIO DE GALARZA el bravo, 
 Gentilhombre de Apolo, y muy bienquisto. 
 
 El bajel se lleno de cabo a cabo, 
 Y su capacidad a nadie niega 
 Copioso asiento, que es lo mas que alabo. 
 
 Llovio otra nube al gran LOPE DE VEGA, 
 Poeta insigne, a cuyo verso 6 prosa 
 Ninguno le aventaja, ni aun le llega. 
 
 Era cosa de ver maravillosa 
 
 De los poetas la apretada enjambre, 
 En recitar sus versos muy melosa. 
 
 Este muerto de sed, aquel de hambre ; 
 Yo dije, viendo tantos, con voz alta : 
 j Cuerp <de mi con tanta poetambre !
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 63 
 
 Such may conceive (O power of sovereign worth!) 
 How from the cloud, and from each drop, he sees 
 A bulging shape, though human-like, leap forth ; 
 
 To credit such a fact, with thousand pleas 
 I did resist in vain ; for, void of mist 
 And rheum, mine eyes beheld it with great ease. 
 
 These bulging forms were poets of the list, 
 Which we have just recited with great care, 
 Whose energy none living can resist ; 
 
 Some, honest men and honoured everywhere, 
 Others, mere swaggerers with flaunting crest, 
 A few well-robed, and many more threadbare. 
 
 One man of might I saw among the rest, 
 ANTONIO DE GALARZA, as I trow, 
 Apollo's chamberlain, in high request. 
 
 The barque was filled outright from poop to prow, 
 So great its bulk that each one could command 
 A spacious seat j such praise I must allow. 
 
 Another cloud rained down that poet grand, 
 LOPE DE VEGA, 21 whom in prose or verse 
 None can surpass, nor one beside him stand. 
 
 'Twas fine to see, to speak in language terse, 
 The needy swarm of poetasters try 
 With honied voice their poems to rehearse, 
 
 This wild with thirst, and that with hungry eye ; 
 At such a sight I loudly made remark : 
 " Good God ! to sail with such a scurvy fry ! "
 
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 Por tantas sobras conocio una falta 
 Mercuric, y acudiendo a remedialla, 
 Lijero en la mitad del bajel saha. 
 Y con una zaranda que alii halla, 
 
 No se si antigua, 6 si de nuevo hecha, 
 Zarando mil poetas de gramalla. 
 Los de capa y espada no desecha, 
 Y destos zarando dos mil y tantos ; 
 Que fuc neguilla entonces la cosecha. 
 Colabanse los buenos y los santos, 
 Y quedabanse arriba los granzones, 
 Mas duros en sus versos que los cantos. 
 Y sin que les valiesen las razones 
 
 Que en su disculpa daban, daba luego 
 Mercuric al mar con ellos a montones. 
 Entre los arrojados se oyo un ciego, 
 Que murmurando entre las ondas iba 
 De Apolo con un pesete y reniego. 
 Un sastre (aunque en sus pics flojos estriba, 
 Abriendo con los brazos el camino) 
 Dijo : Sucio es Apolo, asi yo viva. 
 Otro (que al parecer iba mohino, 
 Con ser un zapatero de obra prima) 
 Dijo dos mil, no un solo desatino. 
 Trabaja un tundidor, suda, y se anima 
 Por verse a la ribera conducido, 
 Que mas la vida que la honra estima.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 65 
 
 As Mercury this needless swarm did mark, 
 He sought his remedy, and with a shout 
 He leapt into the middle of the barque ; 
 
 And with a large sieve, lying there about 
 Whether antique or new I'm not aware 
 Riddled a thousand slipshod poets out ; 
 
 Those of the cloak and sword he fain would spare, 
 He sifted out two thousand souls or more, 
 Yet sooth, 'twas but a cockle harvest there ! 
 
 This crucial test the good and holy bore, 
 The gritty, husky ones remained behind, 
 Whose verse was hard as millstone at the core ; 
 
 To all the clamant pleadings they could find, 
 In their defence, Mercurius gave no ear, 
 But to the sea the shouting mob consigned. 
 
 Of the expelled a blind man I did hear, [cry : 
 
 Who, floundering, grumbling, 'mid the waves did 
 " Shame on Apollo, I renounce him here ! " 
 
 A taylor' 22 there, of weak legs and awry, 
 
 Who with his arms made sturdy strokes and great, 
 Bawled out : " Apollo's naught, so long live I ! " 
 
 Another one, a cobbler and first-rate, 
 And yet a moody being all the same, 
 With twice a thousand follies cursed his fate ; 
 
 There toils a shearer, sweats, and doth inflame 
 His soul, to cleave the waves and gain the beach, 
 For life to him is dearer far than fame ! 
 F
 
 66 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 El escuadron nadante reducido 
 A la marina, vuelve a la galera 
 El rostro con senales de ofendido. 
 
 Y uno por todos dijo : Bien pudiera 
 Ese chocante embajador de Febo 
 Tratarnos bien, y no desta manera. 
 
 Mas oigan lo que dijo : Yo me atrevo 
 A profanar del monte la grandeza 
 Con libros nuevos, y en estilo nuevo. 
 
 Callo Mercuric, y a poner empieza 
 Con gran curiosidad seis camarines, 
 Dando a la gracia ilustre rancho y pieza. 
 
 De nuevo resonaron los clarines, 
 Y asi Mercuric lleno de contento, 
 Sin dark mal agiiero los delfines, 
 Remos al agua dio, velas al viento.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 67 
 
 Soon as the swimming shoals the shore did reach 
 They turned them to the galley, and gave vent 
 To their disgust, with gestures and with speech ! 
 
 One said for all : " Thou brutal Envoy, sent 
 By Phoebus, it was surely worth thy while 
 To treat us well, not rouse our discontent ! 
 
 But list ye : 'tis my purpose to defile 
 
 The sacred mountain's height, from top to base, 
 With novel books, and in a novel style ! " 
 
 Dumb was Mercurius ; and commenced with grace 
 To raise six stately cabins wondrous rare, 
 To give the better folk a worthy place ; 
 
 Anew the sounding clarions smote the air ; 
 Mercurius stood with calm, contented mind, 
 And while the dolphins leapt with omen fair, 
 They dipped their oars, and sailed before the wind.
 
 CAPITULO III. 
 
 Eran los remos de la real galera 
 De csdrujulos, y dellos compel Ida 
 Se deslizaba por el mar lijera. 
 
 Hasta el tope la vela iba tendida, 
 
 Hecha de muy delgados pensamientos, 
 De varios lizos por amor tejida. 
 
 Soplaban dukes y amorosos vientos, 
 Todos en popa, y todos se mostraban 
 Al gran viaje solamente atentos. 
 
 Las sirenas en torno navegaban, 
 Dando empellones al bajel lozano, 
 Con cuya ayuda en vuelo le llevaban. 
 
 Semejaban las aguas del mar cano 
 Colchas encarrujadas, y hacian 
 Azules visos por el verde llano. 
 
 Todos los del bajel se entretenian, 
 Unos glosando pies dificultosos, 
 Otros cantaban, otros componian.
 
 CHAPTER III. 
 
 The royal galley's oars appeared to be 
 Of lines dactyllic, and impelled by these 
 It glided forth, and bounded o'er the sea ; 
 
 The main-sail, bellying out to catch the breeze, 
 Was formed of fancies, culled from every land, 
 Whose varied threads were wove by Love at ease ; 
 
 Now softly blew the amorous winds and bland 
 Fair on the stern, and all combined to cheer 
 And speed the vessel on its voyage grand ; 
 
 The Sirens gambolled round it far and near, 
 And to the lusty barque gave impulse keen, 
 That sent it bounding on in full career ; 
 
 The waters of the hoary main, I ween, 
 
 Seemed sheets of wavy silk that made display 
 Of azure colour through a field of green. 
 
 Thus whiled the voyagers the time away : 
 
 Some took to gloss some hard and crabbed phrase, 
 This chanted forth, and that composed a lay ;
 
 yo Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Otros de los tenidos por curiosos 
 Referian sonetos, muchos hechos 
 A diferentes casos amorosos. 
 
 Otros alfenicados y deshechos 
 
 En puro azucar, con la voz siiave, 
 De su melifluidad muy satisfechos, 
 
 En tono blando, sosegado y grave, 
 Eglogas pastorales recitaban, 
 En quien la gala y la agudeza cabe. 
 
 Otros de sus senoras celebraban 
 En dukes versos de la amada boca 
 Los excrementos que por ella echaban. 
 
 Tal hubo a quien amor asi le toca, 
 Que alabo los rinones de su dama, 
 Con gusto grande, y no elegancia poca. 
 
 Uno canto, que la amorosa llama 
 En mitad de las aguas le encendia, 
 Y como toro agarrochado brama. 
 
 O 
 
 Desta manera andaba la poesia 
 
 De uno en otro, haciendo que hablase 
 Este latin, aquel algarabia. 
 
 En esto sesga la galera vase 
 
 O O 
 
 Rompiendo el mar con tanta lijereza, 
 Que el viento aun no consiente que la pase. 
 Y en esto descubriose la grandeza 
 De la escombrada playa de Valencia 
 Por arte hermosa y por naturaleza.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 71 
 
 Some, who as dilettanti earned high praise, 
 Recited sonnets, which behoved to toy ' 
 With Love's grand passion, every mood and phase ; 
 
 Others, with palates they were wont to cloy 
 
 With sugared sweets, in voice of sweetest sound 
 Whose honied accent filled their hearts with joy, 
 
 And in a tone that lulled the listeners round, 
 Recited Eclogues, of the country sprung, 
 A medley of the simple and profound. 
 
 A certain one in sweetest verses sung 
 
 The dulcet mouth 23 that decked his lady's face, 
 And eke the moisture dropping from her tongue ; 
 
 A second gave to Love yet daintier place, 
 
 And praised the fair one's haunches to the full 
 With highest gusto, and no little grace ; 
 
 A third bemoaned Love's flame, so hard to cool, 
 That even in mid-water it would blaze, 
 And make him bellow like a goaded bull ! 
 
 And so from one to t'other in a maze 
 
 Went poesy, and this and that would try 
 To chant in Latin or with Moorish phrase. 
 
 In such a fashion did the galley fly, 
 
 And with such speed went cleaving thro' the sea, 
 That not the wind itself could pass it by. 
 
 In course of time came looming on the lee 
 Valencia's plain, 24 that vast and fertile floor, 
 Through art and nature wondrous fair to see.
 
 7 2 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Hizo luego de si grata presencia 
 
 El gran DON Luis FERRER, marcado el pccho 
 
 De honor, y el alma de divina ciencia. 
 Desembarcose el dios, y fue derecho 
 
 A darle cuatro mil y mas abrazos, 
 
 De su vista y su ayuda satisfecho. 
 Volvio la vista, y reitero los lazos 
 
 En DON GUILLEN DE CASTRO, que vema 
 
 Deseoso de verse en tales brazos. 
 CRISTOBAL DE VIRUES se le seguia, 
 
 Con PEDRO DE AGUILAR, junta famosa 
 
 De las que Turia en sus riberas cria. 
 No le pudo llegar mas valerosa 
 
 Escuadra al gran Mercurio, ni el pudiera 
 
 Desearla mejor, ni mas honrosa. 
 Luego se descubrio por la ribera 
 
 Un tropel de gallardos valencianos, 
 
 Que a ver venian la sin par galera. 
 Todos con instrumentos en las manos 
 
 De estilos y librillos de memoria, 
 
 Por bizarria y por ingenio ufanos, 
 Codiciosos de hallarse en la vitoria, 
 
 Que ya tenian por segura y cierta, 
 
 De las heces del mundo y de la escoria. 
 Pero Mercurio les cerro la puerta : 
 
 Digo, no consintio que se embarcasen, 
 
 Y el por que no lo dijo, aunque se acierta.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 73 
 
 To our delight we spied upon the shore 
 
 Great DON LUIS FERRER, his breast inlaid 
 With honour, and his soul with sacred lore ; 
 
 Mercurius landed, and with nothing said 
 
 He hugged him thousand times, and kissed his face, 
 Right glad to see him, and receive his aid. 
 
 He turned him round ; and gave an equal grace 
 To DON GUILLEN DEC ASTRO, who was cheered, 
 And proud to find himself in such embrace. 
 
 Then CHRISTOBAL DE VlRUES appeared 
 
 With PEDRO DE AGUILAR ; both chiefs of fame, 
 Whom Thuria on her teeming banks had reared ; 
 
 To great Mercurius surely never came, 
 Nor could he ever hope to find, a corps 
 Of men more honoured, or of higher name. 
 
 Now presently came trooping to the shore 
 Of stout Valencians a sturdy band, 
 In haste the peerless galley to explore ; 
 
 With quaint old instruments they came to hand, 
 Their styles and memorandum-books, I ween 
 Exulting in their wit and bearing grand ; 
 
 On victory bent, and all alert and keen, 
 To trample under foot earth's vermin base, 
 And gain such triumph as was never seen ; 
 
 But Mercury withstood them to the face, 
 
 In sooth, he would not let them leave the land, 
 He said not why, but such was e'en the case ;
 
 74 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Y rue, porquc temio que no se alzasen, 
 
 Siendo tantos y tales, con Parnaso, 
 
 Y nuevo imperio y mando en el fundasen. 
 En esto viose con brioso paso 
 
 Venir al magno ANDRES REY DE ARTIEDA, 
 
 No por la edad descaecido 6 laso. 
 Hicieron todos espaciosa rueda, 
 
 Y cogiendole en medio, le embarcaron, 
 
 Mas rico de valor que de moneda. 
 Al momento las ancoras alzaron, 
 
 Y las velas ligadas a la entena 
 
 Los grumetes apriesa desataron. 
 De nuevo por el aire claro suena 
 
 El son de los clarines, y de nuevo 
 
 Vuelve a su oficio cada cual sirena. 
 Miro el bajel por entre nubes Febo, 
 
 Y dijo en voz que pudo ser oida : 
 
 Aqui mi gusto y mi esperanza llevo. 
 De remos y sirenas impelida 
 
 La galera se deja atras el viento, 
 
 Con milagrosa y prospera corrida. 
 Lciasc en los rostros el contento 
 
 Que llevaban los sabios pasajeros, 
 
 Durable, por no ser nada violento. 
 Unos por el calor iban en cueros, 
 
 Otros por no tener godescas galas 
 
 En traje se vistieron de romeros.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 75 
 
 He feared lest such a mighty troop and grand 
 Should storm Parnassus, and possess its height, 
 And found thereon new empire and command. 
 
 On this there came, with gallant step and light, 
 Great ANDRES REY DE ARTIEDA 25 near, 
 Whom age could not enfeeble nor affright ; 
 
 They of the barque came swooping from the rear, 
 And him, a willing captive, they conveyed 
 On board, more rich in valour than in gear. 
 
 The anchors then with sudden haste they weighed, 
 The yards the main-top sailors gaily manned, 
 And let the sails go free with grand parade ; 
 
 Anew the clarions sound on every hand, 
 Awakening echoes in the azure skies, 
 While to their work the eager Sirens stand. 
 
 Apollo from the clouds, with beaming eyes, 
 
 Beholds the barque, and calls that all may hear : 
 " Here sail my hopes, and all the power I prize ! " 
 
 By oars and Sirens driven, with good cheer 
 The bounding galley left the breeze behind, 
 To seek its strange and prosperous career. 
 
 Upon their faces shone the easy mind 
 
 Which all the learned voyagers possessed, 
 A calm content, but of a lasting kind ; 
 
 Some doffed their garments, by the heat oppressed, 
 While those, who had no Gothic dress to wear, 
 In pilgrims' weeds were fain to look their best.
 
 76 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Hendia en tanto las neptuneas salas 
 La galera, del modo como hiende 
 La grulla el aire con tendidas alas. 
 
 En fin, llegamos donde el mar se extiende, 
 Y ensancha y forma el golfo de Narbona, 
 Que de ningunos vientos se defiende. 
 
 Del gran Mercurio la cabal persona 
 Sobre seis resmas de papel sentada 
 Iba con cetro y con real corona : 
 
 Cuando una nube, al parecer prenada, 
 Pario cuatro poetas en crujia, 
 O los llovio, razon mas concertada. 
 
 Fue el uno aquel, de quien Apolo fia 
 
 Su honra, JUAN LUIS DE CASANATE, 
 Poeta insigne de mayor cuantia. 
 
 El mismo Apolo de su ingenio trate, 
 El le alabe, el le premie y recompense ; 
 Que el alabarle yo seria dislate. 
 
 Al segundo llovido, el uticense 
 
 Caton no no le igualo, ni tiene Febo 
 Quien tanto por el mire, ni en el piense. 
 
 Del contador GASPAR DE BARRIONUEVO 
 Mai podra el corto flaco ingenio mio 
 Loar el suyo asi como yo debo. 
 
 Lleno del gran bajel el gran vacio 
 
 El gran FRANCISCO DE RlOJA al punto 
 Que salto de la nube en el navio.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 77 
 
 Through Neptune's halls the ship went gliding fair, 
 As sails the crane with motion fine and free, 
 When with its pinions spread it cleaves the air. 
 
 At length we reached that wide expanse of sea 
 Which forms Narbona's gulf : a watery sheet 
 That lies exposed to all the winds that be. 
 
 Great Mercury, in form and grace complete, 
 Decked fine with sceptre and with royal crown, 
 On six good reams of paper took his seat ; 
 
 When lo ! a pregnant cloud, big with renown, 
 Produced four poets from its teeming womb, 
 To speak more properly, it rained them down. 
 
 The first, Luis DE CASANATE, whom 
 Apollo holds the guardian of his fame, 
 To fill a loftier post may none presume ; 
 
 So highly doth Apollo rate his name, 
 
 Exalt his wit, and crown him with high grace, 
 That praise from me would sound exceeding tame. 
 
 Not Cato, he of Utica, holds place 
 
 Beside the second poet who came down, 
 Nor Phoebus' self has friend of nobler race : 
 
 CASPAR DE BARRIONUEVO'S high renown, 
 As Treasurer, above my mark hath soared, 
 My scanty wit adds little to his crown. 
 The vessel's vacant room was fully stored 
 When great FRANCISCO DE RlOJA came, 
 And from the cloudlet lightly leapt on board.
 
 7 8 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 A CRISTOBAL DE MESA vi alii junto 
 A los pies de Mercuric, dando fama 
 A Apolo, siendo del propio trasunto. 
 
 A la gavia un grumete se encarama, 
 
 Y dijo a voces : La ciudad se muestra, 
 Que Jenova, del dios Jano se llama. 
 
 Dejesele la ciudad a la siniestra 
 Mano, dijo Mercurio, el bajel vaya, 
 Y siga su derrota por la diestra. 
 
 Hacer al Tiber vimos blanca raya 
 Dentro del mar, habiendo ya pasado 
 La ancha romana y peligrosa playa. 
 
 De Itjos viose el aire condensado 
 Del humo que el estrombalo vomita, 
 De azufre, y llamas, y de horror formado. 
 
 Huyen la isla infame, y solicita 
 El suave poniente, asi el viaje 
 Que lo acorta, lo allana y facilita. 
 
 Vimonos en un punto en el paraje, 
 Do la nutriz de Eneas pi'adoso 
 Hizo el forzoso y ultimo pasaje. 
 
 Vimos desde alii a poco el mas famoso 
 
 Monte que encierra en si nuestro hemisfero, 
 Mas gallardo a la vista y mas hermoso. 
 
 Las cenizas de Titiro y Sincere 
 Estan en el, y puede ser por esto 
 Nombrado entre los monies por primero.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 79 
 
 At Mercury's feet, to give Apollo fame, 
 Sat CHRISTOBAL DE MESA, who in truth 
 Was but a living transcript of the same. 
 
 Up to the main-top climbed a gallant youth 
 
 Who holloed out : ** Lo ! Genoa comes in sight, 
 To which god Janus gave his name, in sooth ! " 
 
 " Leave it upon the left, that town of might,'' 
 Cried Mercury, " and turn the vessel's head, 
 To take its course with bearing to the right ! " 
 
 Anon we saw the stream of Tiber's bed, 
 
 Fresh from the wide and perilous Roman plain, 
 Glide on into the sea like silvery thread ; 
 
 Far off, dark clouds seemed rising from the main, 
 Of densest smoke that Stromboli could vent, 
 Where sulphur, flames, and dismal demons reign. 
 
 They flee the cursed isle ; with sweet intent 
 The western breeze begins to woo the barque, 
 Which glides along light-hearted and content. 
 
 We coasted onward and the spot did mark, 
 Where great ^Eneas' nurse the passage took, 
 The last, the unavoidable, the dark. 
 
 A little distance off we spied the nook 
 
 Where stands the famed hill of our hemisphere, 
 On statelier and on fairer none may look ; 
 
 The first of mountains ; where the ashes dear 
 Of Tityrus 26 and eke Sincerus lie, 
 For this it bears the palm both far and near.
 
 8o Fiaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Luego se descubrio, donde echo el resto 
 De su poder naturaleza amiga, 
 De formar de otros muchos un compuesto. 
 
 Viose la pesadumbre sin fatiga 
 De la bella Partcnope, sentada 
 A la orilla del mar, que sus pics liga, 
 
 De castillos y torres coronada, 
 
 For fuerte y por hermosa en igual grado 
 Tenida, conocida y estimada. 
 
 Mandome el del alijero calzado, 
 
 Que me aprestase y fuese luego a tierra 
 A dar a los LUPERCIOS un recado, 
 
 En que les diese cuenta de la guerra 
 Temida, y que a venir les persuadiese 
 Al duro y fiero asalto, al cierra, cierra. 
 
 Senor, le respondi, si acaso hubiese 
 Otro que la embajada les lie vase, 
 Que mas grato a los dos hermanos fuese, 
 
 Que yo no soy, se bien que negociase 
 
 Mejor. Dijo Mercurio : No te entiendo, 
 Y has de ir antes que el tiempo mas se pase. 
 
 Que no me han de escuchar estoy temiendo, 
 Le replique, ya si el ir yo no importa, 
 Puesto que en todo obedecer pretendo. 
 
 Que no se quien me dice, y quien me exhorta, 
 Que tienen para mi, a lo que imagine, 
 La voluntad, como la vista corta.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 81 
 
 Beyond, a range of peaks we could descry, 
 Where the remains of Nature's grandeur meet 
 To form a composite of vast and high : 
 
 Now burst upon our view the unrest sweet 
 Of fair Parthenope, who sits as queen 
 Beside the sea, that laves and links her feet ; 
 
 Fair towers and castles crown her brow serene, 
 And she Is held by all a gem complete, 
 Whose like for strength and beauty ne'er was seen ; 
 
 Now gave command, he of the winged feet, 
 That I should haste on shore without delay, 
 And in his stead the two LUPERCIOS 27 greet ; 
 
 And tidings of the dreaded war convey, 
 And bid them with us to the combat hie, 
 To join our serried ranks, and face the fray ! " 
 
 " My lord," I said, " if there be other nigh 
 Upon this embassy of thine to go, 
 More grateful to the brothers twain than I, 
 
 Thy business will be better done, I know ! " 
 
 Quoth Mercury : '* Thy words are strange indeed, 
 For go thou must, and quickly too, I trow ; " 
 
 " I fear," cried I, " they'll give me little heed ! 
 Although thy bidding I would gladly do, 
 My visit there would have but sorry speed ; 
 
 Some have assured me, though I know not who, 
 That their good will for me has grown as weal. 
 As is their eyesight, and it seemeth true ; 
 G
 
 8 2 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Que si esto asi no fuera, este camino 
 Con tan pobre recamara no hiciera, 
 Ni diera en un tan Hondo desatino. 
 
 Pues si alguna promesa se cumpliera 
 
 De aquellas muchas, que al partir me hicieron, 
 Lleveme Dios si entrara en tu galera. 
 
 Mucho espere, si mucho prometieron, 
 Mas podra ser que ocupaciones nuevas 
 Les obligue a olvidar lo que dijeron. 
 
 Muchos, senor, en la galera llevas, 
 Que te podran sacar el pie del lodo, 
 Parte, y excusa de hacer mas praebas. 
 
 Ninguno, dijo, me hable dese modo, 
 Que si me desembarco y los embisto, 
 Voto a Dios, que me traiga al Conde, y todo. 
 
 Con estos dos famosos me enemisto, 
 Que habiendo levantado a la poesia 
 Al buen punto en que esta, como se ha visto, 
 
 Quieren con pcrezosa tirania 
 Alzarse, como dicen, a su mano 
 Con la ciencia que a ser divinos guia. 
 
 Por el solio de Apolo soberano 
 
 Juro... y no digo mas ; y ardiendo en ira 
 Se echo a las barbas una y otra mano. 
 
 Y prosiguio diciendo : El DOTOR MlRA, 
 Apostare, si no lo manda el Conde, 
 Que tambien en sus puntos se retira.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 83 
 
 Were this not so, I had no cause to seek 
 A passage here in such a beggar's suit, 
 Nor bear a part in such a foolish freak : 
 
 Had one of all the promises ta'en root 
 They gave on parting, never God me aid 
 If in thy galley I had e'er set foot ; 
 
 I hoped for much, when much protest they made, 
 But it may be, that strange affairs and new 
 Have caused them to forget the thing they said ! 
 
 My lord, within this galley thou canst view 
 Enow to draw thy foot from out the hole ; 
 Set out, and make of this no more ado ! " 
 
 " Speak not so pertly ! " said the god in dole, 
 " For if I land me, then by Jove I swear 
 I'll seize the Count and carry off the whole ; 
 
 Of these two famous men I have a fear, 
 That, having raised to such a lofty line 
 The art of poesy, as doth appear, 
 
 They now with lazy tyranny incline 
 
 To hold, forsooth, within their sole command, 
 The lofty science that makes men divine. 
 
 Now by Apollo's throne, the great and grand, 
 I swear .... and say no more ! " and, much irate, 
 He plucked his beard with this and t'other hand. 
 
 " The DOCTOR MlR A," he went on to state, 
 " I'll wager now, without the Count's behest, 
 Is also pricked with scruples delicate ;
 
 84 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Senor galan, parezca; a que se esconde? 
 Pues a fe por llevarle, si el no gusta, 
 Que ni le busque, aseche, ni le ronde. 
 
 Es esta empresa acaso tan injusta, 
 
 Que se esquiven de hallar en ella cuantos 
 Tienen conciencia limitada y justa ? 
 
 Carece el cielo de poetas santos ? 
 
 ,; Puesto que brote a cada paso el suelo 
 Poetas, que lo son tantos y tantos ? 
 
 No se oyen sacros himnos en el cielo ? 
 I La arpa de David alia no suena, 
 Causando nuevo accidental consuelo ? 
 
 Fuera melindres, y cese la entena, 
 
 Que llegue al tope ; y luego obedeciendo 
 Fue de la chusma sobre buenas buena. 
 
 Poco tiempo paso, cuando un ruido 
 Se oyo, que los oidos atronaba, 
 Y era de perros aspero ladrido. 
 
 Mercuric se turbo, la gente estaba 
 
 Suspensa al triste son, y en cada pecho 
 El corazon mas valido temblaba. 
 
 En esto descubriose el corto estrecho 
 Que Escila y que Caribdis espantosas 
 Tan temeroso con su furia han hecho. 
 
 Estas olas que veis presuntiiosas 
 En visitar las nubes de contino, 
 Y aun de tocar el cielo codiciosas,
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 85 
 
 Sir gallant, shew thy face ! where hast thy nest ? 
 Yet if, i' faith, he hath no heart to go, 
 I'll neither woo nor wile him, let him rest ! 
 
 Is this emprise, forsooth, so very low 
 
 That they, who have a nice and narrow creed, 
 Should cast disdainful looks, and spurn it so ? 
 
 Of holy Bards doth Heaven stand in need, 
 When sprouting from the soil at every pace 
 Spring up as good, and better far indeed ? 
 
 Have sacred hymns in Heaven now no place ? 
 Is not the harp of David sounding there, 
 Diffusing comfort round and sweet solace ? 
 
 A curse on scruples : let the yards go fair, 
 
 And set the sails ! " And, hurrying at his call, 
 The eager crew obeyed, and did not spare. 
 
 Short time elapsed when on our ears did fall 
 A horrid noise, like to the barking drear 
 Of furious dogs, 28 most fitted to appal. 
 
 Mercurius paled : the folk grew dumb with fear 
 Before the dismal sound ; the stoutest breast 
 Beat quicker as the thunder-growl came near ; 
 
 On this we spied that narrow strait compressed, 
 The same which Scylla, and Charybdis fell, 
 Have made so dreaded by their wild unrest ; 
 
 " These waves ye see that in presumption swell, 
 To claim acquaintance with the clouds of light, 
 And e'en to kiss the very heavens as well
 
 86 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Venciolas el prudente peregrine 
 
 Amante de Calipso, al tiempo cuando 
 Hizo, dijo Mercuric, este camino. 
 
 Su prudencia nosotros imitando, 
 
 Echaremos al mar en que se ocupen, 
 En tanto que el bajel pasa volando. 
 
 Que en tanto que ellas tasquen, roan, chupen, 
 Al misero que al mar ha de entregarse, 
 Seguro estoy que al paso desocupen. 
 
 Miren si puede en la galera hallarse 
 Algun poeta desdichado acaso, 
 Que a las fleras gargantas pueda darse. 
 
 Buscaronle, y hallaron a LOFRASO, 
 Poeta militar, sardo, que estaba 
 Desmayadb a un rincon marchito y laso : 
 
 Que a sus diez libros de Fortuna andaba 
 Anadiendo otros diez, y el tiempo escoge, 
 Que mas desocupado se mostraba. 
 
 Grito la chusma toda : Al mar se arroje, 
 Vaya LOFRASO al mar sin resistencia. 
 For Dios, dijo Mercurio, que me enoje. 
 
 I Como ? i y no sera cargo de conciencia, 
 Y grande, echar al mar tanta poesia, 
 Puesto que aqui nos hunda su inclemencia ? 
 
 Viva LOFRASO, en tanto que de al dia 
 Apolo luz, y en tanto que los hombres 
 Tengan discreta alegre fantasia.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 87 
 
 These waves," quoth Mercury, "were vanquished 
 By fair Calypso's lover, worldly wise, [quite 
 
 What time he took this passage in his flight ; 
 
 Let us prepare for them a like surprise, 
 And cast into the sea some tempting bait, 
 To keep them busy while the good ship flics ; 
 
 For while they rive, and rend, and masticate 
 The writhing wretch that wriggles in the sea, 
 I'm sure they'll leave us free to pass the strait ! 
 
 Look now if in the galley ye can see 
 
 Some wretched bard, who may perchance by right 
 A fitting victim for the monsters be ! " 
 
 They found him in that man, LOFRASO 29 hight, 
 Sardinian martial poet, who now lay 
 Curled in a corner, and in dismal plight ; 
 
 In his ' Ten books of Fortune ' all the day 
 Immersed ; to add yet other ten to these 
 He strove, to while the idle hours away ; 
 
 Cried all the crew as one : " LOFRASO seize ! 
 Down with him to the deep, and leave him there ! " 
 " Perdy," cried Mercury, " I do not please ! 
 
 What? Can my soul the heavy burden bear 
 Of casting to the sea such poesy, 
 Although its foaming wrath demands our care? 
 
 Long live LOFRASO, while the day we see 
 Spring from Apollo's light, and men can smile 
 And hold as wisdom sprightly fantasy !
 
 8 8 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Tocante a ti, oh LOFRASO, los renombres, 
 Y epitetos de agudo y de sincere, 
 Y gusto que mi comitre te nombres. 
 
 Esto dijo Mercurio al caballero, 
 El cual en la crujia en pie se puso 
 Con un rebenque despiadado y fiero. 
 
 Creo que de sus versos le compuso, 
 Y no se como fue, que en un memento 
 (O ya el cielo, 6 LOFRASO lo dispuso) 
 
 Salimos del estrecho a salvamento, 
 Sin arrojar al mar poeta alguno : 
 Tanto del sardo fue el merecimiento. 
 
 Mas luego otro peligro, otro importune 
 Temor amenazo^ si no gritara 
 Mercurio, cual jamas grito ninguno, 
 
 Diciendo al timonero : A orza, para, 
 Amainese de golpe ; y todo a un punto 
 Se hizo, y el peligro se repara. 
 
 Estos montes que veis que estan tan juntos, 
 Son los que Acroceraunos son llamados, 
 De infame nombre, como yo barrunto. 
 
 Asieron de los remos los honrados, 
 
 Los tiernos, los melifluos, los godescos, 
 Y los de a cantimplora 31 acostumbrados. 
 
 Los frios los asieron y los frescos, 
 Asieronlos tambien los calurosos, 
 Y los de calzas largas y gregiiescos.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. ' * '89 
 
 To thee belong, LOFRASO without guile, 
 The epithets of subtle and sincere, 
 
 My 'boatswain* henceforth be thy name and style !" 
 Thus said Mercurius to our cavalier, 
 
 Who in the gangway quick assumed his grade, 
 
 Armed with a rattan, cutting and severe ; 
 Of his own verse, I fancy, it was made, 
 
 And in a twinkling, how I do not know, 
 
 Whether by Heaven's or LOFRASO'S aid, 
 On through the strait we safe and sound did go, 
 
 Without immersing any poet there ; 
 
 Such strength lay in the good Sardinian's blow. 
 But presently there loomed another scare, 
 
 Had not Mercurius shouted with avail, 
 
 And with a roar that rent the very air : 
 " Helmsman, to windward ! Easy, shorten sail 
 
 At once ! " And in a trice the whole was done ; 
 
 And danger fled, though fiercely blew the gale. 
 " These hills ye see, that seem to join in one, 
 
 Are styled th' Acroceraunian, 30 fatal name ; 
 
 A worse repute, I trow, than these have none." 
 Took to the oars the honoured men of fame, 
 
 The tender, gothic, they of honied song, 
 
 And those who cool their drinks to damp their flame; 
 The bards cold-blooded, and the frisky throng, 
 
 The hot-brained also to the work did warm, 
 
 And those with hosen short, and hosen long.
 
 90 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Del sopraestante dano temerosos, 
 Todos a una la galera empujan, 
 Con flacos y con brazos poderosos. 
 
 Debajo del bajel se somurmujan 
 
 Las sirenas que d'>l no se apartaron, 
 Y a si mismas en fuerzas sobrepujan. 
 
 Y en un pequeno cspacio la llevaron 
 A vista de Corfu, y a mano diestra 
 La isla inexpugnable se dejaron. 
 
 Y dando la galera a la siniestra 
 Discurria de Grecia las riberas, 
 Adonde el cielo su hermosura muestra. 
 
 Mostrabanse las olas Hsonjeras, 
 Impeliendo el bajel siiavemente, 
 Como burlando con alegres veras. 
 
 Y luego al parecer por el oriente, 
 
 Rayando el rubio sol nuestro horizonte 
 Con rayas rojas, hebras de su frente, 
 
 Grito un grumete y dijo : El monte, el monte, 
 El monte se descubre, donde tiene 
 Su buen rocin el gran Belorofonte. 
 
 Por el monte se arroja, y a pie viene 
 Apolo a recebirnos. Yo lo creo, 
 Dijo LOFRASO, ya llega a la Hipocrene. 
 
 Yo desde aqui columbro, miro y veo 
 
 Que se andan solazando entre unas matas 
 Las musas con dulcisimo recreo.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 91 
 
 The gloom o'erhanging filled them with alarm, 
 And all, as one, did make the galley go, 
 With flaccid muscle, or with brawny arm. 
 
 The Sirens in their turn dived down below 
 
 The barque, from which to part they had no mind, 
 And each with unaccustomed strength did glow ; 
 
 And in brief space they bore it with the wind 
 In sight of Corfu ; and upon the right 
 They left the isle impregnable behind ; 
 
 And to the left they turned the galley quite, 
 And coasted all along the shores of Greece, 
 Where beams the sky, with beauty wondrous bright . 
 
 The lightwaves wooed the barque, and wouldnot cease 
 With flattering touch and soft to kiss its prow, 
 Like wits that trifle with some stately piece. 
 
 And as the Sun 'bove our horizon now 
 Began to show his glorious head, bedight 
 With ruby rays, the tresses of his brow, 
 
 " The hill, the hill ! " sang out a watch-boy bright, 
 " I spy the hill, where that great man, I ween, 
 Bellorophon doth stall his steed of might ! 
 
 Apollo down the hill with eager mien 
 
 Doth haste to welcome us." " Zounds ! I believe," 
 LOFRASO cried, *' He's got to Hippocrene ! 
 
 From here I almost, yea, I do perceive 
 The Muses walking on the verdant floors, 
 And 'neath the bushes taking sweet reprieve ;
 
 92 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Unas antiguas son, otras novatas, 
 Y todas con lijero paso y tardo 
 Andan las cinco en pic, las cuatro a gatas. 
 
 Si tu tal ves, dijo Mercurio, oh sardo 
 Poeta, que me corten las orejas, 
 O me tengan los hombres por bastardo, 
 
 Dime, por que algun tanto no te alejas 
 De la ignorancia, pobreton, y adviertes 
 Lo que cantan tus rimas en tus quejas ? 
 
 Por que con tus mentiras nos diviertes 
 De recebir a Apolo cual se debe, 
 Por haber mejorado vuestras suertes ? 
 
 En esto mucho mas que el viento leve 
 Bajo el lucido Apolo a la marina, 
 A pie, porque en su carro no se atreve. 
 
 Quito los rayos de la faz divina, 
 
 Mostrose en calzas y en jubon vistoso, 
 Porque dar gusto a todos determina. 
 
 Seguiale detras un numeroso 
 
 Escuadron de doncellas bailadoras, 
 Aunque pequenas, de ademan brioso. 
 
 Supe poco despues, que estas senoras, 
 Sanas las mas, las mcnos mal paradas, 
 Las del tiempo y del sol eran las Horas. 
 
 Las medio rotas eran las menguadas, 
 Las sanas las felices, y con esto 
 Eran todas en todo aprcsuradas.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 93 
 
 Some are of old aspect, and some with stores 
 Of youth : and with a slow or lithesome gait 
 Five walk on foot, and four upon all fours ! " 
 
 " Sardinian Bard ! " cried Mercury irate, 
 
 " If such thou seest, may villains slit my ears, 
 And brand the name of bastard on my pate ! 
 
 Say, scurvy one, why dost not with thy years 
 Leave off thy folly, and with wisdom scan 
 What thine own rhymes are chanting thro' thy tears? 
 
 Why with thy lies dost thou disturb our plan, 
 Of giving Phoebus a reception rare 
 For having turned thee out a better man ? " 
 
 On this, more quickly than the wind could bear, 
 The bright Apollo hied him to the shore 
 On foot, for with his car he would not dare : 
 
 The beams from off his face divine he tore, 
 In hose and comely doublet was he seen, 
 That simply dressed he all might please the more. 
 
 Behind him came a bevy, o'er the green, 
 Of damsels gaily tripping one by one, 
 Of middling stature, yet of sprightly mien ; 
 
 I knew these maidens, dancing as they run, 
 Most of them blooming, and ill-fared the rest 
 To be the Hours of Time and of the Sun : 
 
 The half-dishevelled were the Hours unblest, 
 The blooming were the lucky ; and withal 
 They tripped along with measureless unrest.
 
 94 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Apolo luego con alegre gesto 
 
 Abrazo a los soldados, que espcraba 
 Para la aha ocasion que sc ha propuesto. 
 
 Y no de un mismo modo acariciaba 
 A todos, porque alguna diferencia 
 Hacia con los que el mas se alegraba. ' 
 
 Que a los de senoria y excelencia 
 Nuevos abrazos dio, razones dijo, 
 En que guardo decoro y preeminencia. 
 
 Entre ellos abrazo a DON JUAN DE ARGUIJO, 
 Que no se en que, 6 como, 6 cuando hizo 
 Tan aspero viaje y tan prolijo. 
 
 Con el a su desco satisfizo 
 
 Apolo y confirmo su pensamiento, 
 Mando, vedo, quito, hizo y deshizo. 
 
 Hecho pues el sin par recebimiento, 
 
 Do se hallo DON LUIS DE BARAHONA, 
 Llevado alii por su merecimiento, 
 
 Del siempre verde lauro una corona 
 
 Le ofrece Apolo en su intencion, y un vaso 
 Del agua de Castalia y de Helicona. 
 
 Y luego vuelve el majestoso paso, 
 Y el escuadron pensado y de repente 
 Le sigue por las faldas del Parnaso. 
 
 Llegose en fin a la Castalia fuente, 
 Y en viendola, infinites se arrojaron 
 Sedientos al cristal de su corriente.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 95 
 
 Apollo now, with joy that was not small, 
 Embraced the soldiers, whose embattled host 
 Had come for lofty service at his call ; 
 
 But not with equal warmth did he accost 
 Each one ; a certain shade of difference 
 Was shewn to such as he affected most : 
 
 He gave to those of lordly excellence 
 
 A fresh embrace; and from his mouth there thronged 
 Words full of dignity and lofty sense. 
 
 DON JUAN BE ARGUIJO 32 to this class belonged ; 
 I know not when, nor by what means conveyed, 
 He made the voyage, toilsome and prolonged; 
 
 With him Apollo in the highest grade 
 
 Was satisfied, whose thoughts confirmed his own : 
 He bade, forbade, unbound, made and unmade. 
 
 Like matchless favour to that man was shown, 
 Luis DE BARAHONA of renown, 
 Who hither came by good desert alone ; 
 
 Apollo offered him a laurel crown 
 Unfading, and ajar of water clear 
 Drawn from Castalia and from Helicon. 
 
 With stately step he turned ; and in his rear 
 
 The squadron marched, the eager and the grave, 
 And by Parnassus' skirts their course did steer ; 
 
 At length he reached Castalia' s bubbling wave, 
 And at its sight the crowds, with compact will, 
 Rushed to its crystal stream, and 'gan to lave ;
 
 96 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Unos no solamente se hartaron, 
 
 Sino que pics y manos, y otras cosas 
 Algo mas indecentes se lavaron. 
 
 Otros mas advertidos, las sabrosas 
 Aguas gustaron poco a poco, dando 
 Espacio al gusto, a pausas melindrosas. 
 
 El brindez y el caraos se puso en bando, 
 Porque los mas de bruces, y no a sorbos,- 
 El suave licor fueran gustando. 
 
 De ambas manos hacian vasos corvos 
 Otros, y algunos de la boca al agua 
 Temian de hallar cien mil estorbos. 
 
 Poco a poco la fuente se desagua, 
 Y pasa en los estomagos bebientes, 
 Y aun no se apaga de su sed la fragua. 
 
 Mas dijoles Apolo : Otras dos fuentes 
 Aun quedan, Aganipe e Hipocrene, 
 Ambas sabrosas, ambas excelentes ; 
 
 Cada cual de licor duke y perene, 
 Todas de calidad aumentativa 
 Del alto ingenio que a gustarlas viene. 
 
 Beben, y suben por el monte arriba, 
 Por entre palmas, y entre cedros altos, 
 Y entre arboles paciflcos de oliva. 
 
 De gusto llenos y de angustia faltos, 
 Siguiendo a Apolo el escuadron camina, 
 Unos a pedicoj, otros a saltos.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 97 
 
 Some, not content their thirsty mouths to fill, 
 Made eager haste to bathe their hands and feet, 
 And sundry matters more uncomely still; 
 
 Others, with higher wisdom and discreet, 
 Imbibed the savoury waters drop by drop, 
 And paused and lingered to enjoy the treat ; 
 
 For social toast the many would not stop, 
 
 Nor quaffed the wholesome liquor with their lips, 
 But bending earthward lapped it like a sop : 
 
 Others from hollowed hands took gulping sips, 
 Whilst some, 'twixt mouth and water, on the spot, 
 Trembled to meet a hundred thousand slips ; 
 
 The fountain's water less and lesser got 
 As down the drinkers' gullets it did pour ; 
 But still their thirst was like a furnace hot. 
 
 Apollo cried : "We have two fountains more, 
 Fair Aganippe and bright Hippocrene, 
 Both good to drink, and both with ample store ; 
 
 Sweet and perennial are their streams, I ween, 
 And each with qualities designed to make 
 The lofty genius loftier and serene ! " 
 
 They drink ; and up the mountain's slope they take 
 Their way, amid the palms and cedars high, 
 And at their tramp the peaceful olives quake ; 
 
 Filled to the full with good they onward hie 
 Behind Apollo in a lengthened line 
 Some jog along, some leaping seem to fly. 
 H
 
 98 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Al pie sentado de una antigua encina 
 Vi a ALONSO DE LEDESMA, componiendo 
 Una cancion angelica y divina. 
 
 Conocile, y a el me fui corriendo 
 
 Con los brazos abiertos como amigo, 
 Pero no se movio con el estruendo. 
 
 No ves, me dijo Apolo, que consigo 
 No esta LEDESMA ahora? No ves claro 
 Que esta fuera de si, y esta conmigo ? 
 
 A la sombra de un mirto, al verde amparo 
 JERONIMO DE CASTRO sesteaba. 
 Varon de ingenio peregrino y raro. 
 
 Un motete imagine que cantaba 
 
 Con voz suave ; yo que de admirado 
 De verle alii, porque en Madrid quedaba. 
 
 Apolo me entendio, y dijo : Un soldado 
 Como este no era bien que se quedara 
 Entre el ocio y el sueno sepultado. 
 
 Yo le truje, y se como ; que a mi rara 
 Potencia no la impide otra ninguna, 
 Ni inconveniente alguno la repara. 
 
 En esto se llegaba la oportuna 
 Hora a mi parecer de dar sustento 
 Al estomago pobre, y mas si ayuna ; 
 
 Pero no le paso por pensamiento 
 A Delio, que el ejercito conduce, 
 Satisfacer al misero hambriento.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 99 
 
 Beneath an ancient oak I saw recline 
 ALONSO DE LEDESMA, deep in thought, 
 Anent some lay angelic and divine ; 
 
 I knew him well ; and running up I sought 
 To clasp my friend, with open arms and free, 
 But though I called he moved not as he ought ; 
 
 Apollo said to me : " And dost not see 
 LEDESMA is not with himself to-day, 
 He is beyond himself, he is with me ! " 
 
 Beneath a myrtle's shade, with grand array 
 Of green, JERONIMO DE CASTRO sate, 
 A man of wit uncommon in our day ; 
 
 I fancy he was chanting a motet 
 
 With dulcet voice ; since in Madrid he stayed, 
 I marvelled much to see him here in state. 
 
 Apollo answered to my thoughts and said : 
 " It was not well, that soldier such as he 
 Should buried lie in dreams and slothful shade ; 
 
 I brought him and know how ; no powers that be 
 Can turn my rare power from its purpose fast, 
 Nor aught malign can hinder my decree ! " 
 
 It seemed to me the hour had come at last, 
 For giving fresh supply and nutriment 
 To my poor stomach, wearied of its fast ; 
 But Delius' thoughts on higher things were bent, 
 And, at his army's head, he would not stay 
 A hungry wretch's cravings to content !
 
 ioo Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Primero a un jardin rico nos reduce, 
 Donde el poder de la naturaleza, 
 Y el de la industria mas campea y luce. 
 
 Tuvieron los Hesperides belleza 
 Menor, no le igualaron los Pensiles 
 En sitio, en hermosura y en grandeza. 
 
 En su comparacion se muestran viles 
 Los de Alcinoo, en cuyas alabanzas 
 Se ban ocupado ingenios bien sotiles : 
 
 No sujeto del tiempo a las mudanzas, 
 Que todo el ano primavera ofrece 
 Frutos en posesion, no en esperanzas. 
 
 Naturaleza y arte alii parece 
 
 Andar en competcncia, y esta en duda 
 Cual vence de las dos, cual mas merece. 
 
 Muestrase balbuciente y casi muda, 
 Si le alaba la lengua mas experta, 
 De adulacion y de mentir desnuda. 
 
 Junto con ser jardin, era una huerta, 
 
 Un soto, un bosque, un prado, un valle ameno, 
 Que en todos estos titulos concierta, 
 
 De tanta gracia y hermosura lleno, 
 Que una parte del cielo parecia 
 El todo del bellisimo terreno. 
 
 Alto en el sitio alegre Apolo hacia, 
 Y alii mando que todos se sentasen 
 A tres boras despues de mediodia.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 101 
 
 First to a garden rich he led the way, 
 
 Where Nature's power the palm did fully share 
 With Labour's skill to make a grand array ; 
 
 The famed Hesperides were not so fair ; 
 The Hanging gardens held a lower scale 
 For site, and loveliness, and grandeur rare ; 
 
 Those of Alcinous 33 were coldly pale 
 
 Compared with it ; though many wits sublime 
 Have of their beauty told a wondrous tale ; 
 
 It changeth not at all with changing Time, 
 For all the year Spring offers, in her glee, 
 Not hopeful blooms, but fruits in all their prime. 
 
 Here Art and Nature strive for mastery, 
 
 And still the doubt remains, which of the two 
 Is master yet, and which deserves to be ; 
 
 The tongue most practised, and most apt to woo, 
 Begins to stutter, crying in the dark 
 For words to praise it, adequate and true. 
 
 More than a garden, 'tis a pleasure park, 
 
 A grove, an orchard, vale, and meadow sweet, 
 For all these titles aptly hit the mark ; 
 
 With such superb delights is it replete, 
 
 That everywhere, throughout that wonder-land, 
 A part of Heaven itself we seem to meet. 
 
 On this fair site Apollo took his stand, 
 
 And here, that each one should himself install 
 At three hours after noon, he gave command ;
 
 IO2 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Y porque los asientos senalasen 
 El ingenio y valor de cada uno, 
 Y unos con otros no se embarazasen, 
 
 A despecho y pesar del importune 
 Ambicioso deseo, les dio asiento 
 En el sitio y lugar mas oportuno. 
 
 Llegaban los laureles casi a ciento, 
 A cuya sombra y troncos se sentaron 
 Algunos de aquel numero contento. 
 
 Otros los de las palmas ocuparon, 
 De los mirtos y hiedras, y los robles 
 Tambien varies poetas albergaron. 
 
 Puesto que humildes, eran de los nobles 
 Los asientos cual tronos levantados, 
 Porque tu, oh envidia, aqui tu rabia dobles. 
 
 En fin, primero fucron ocupados 
 
 Los troncos de aquel ancho circuito, 
 Para honrar a poetas dedicados, 
 
 Antes que yo, en el numero infinito, 
 Hallase asiento : y asi en pie quedeme 
 Despechado, colerico y marchito. 
 
 Dije entre mi : Es posible que se extreme 
 En perseguirme la fortuna airada, 
 Que ofende a muchos y a ninguno teme ? 
 
 Y volviendome a Apolo, con turbada 
 Lengua le dije lo que oira el que gusta 
 Saber, pues la tercera es acabada, 
 La cuarta parte desta empresa justa.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 103 
 
 And that each special seat might well recall 
 The sitters' genius and peculiar grace, 
 And give no cause for strife, nor inward gall, 
 
 The god himself apportioned each his place, 
 Upon the spot most fitting to his fame, 
 And left Ambition nowhere in the race. 
 
 To full a hundred there the laurels came, 
 
 Beneath whose leafy trunks and shades profound 
 A certain number sat, in happy frame ; 
 
 Others among the palms a refuge found, 
 While sundry poets sought for harbourage 
 Beneath the myrtles, oaks, and ivy round; 
 
 The noblest seats were on a lofty stage, 
 
 Humble, I ween, but high as thrones in pride, 
 For this, O Envy, fume with double rage ! 
 
 And so, throughout that circuit large and wide, 
 The shady trunks were occupied at last, 
 Which for the poets' use were set aside, 
 
 Before that I, among that number vast, 
 Could find a seat ; and so I stood alone 
 On foot, with wonder and with rage aghast ; 
 
 I inly said : " Is't possible that one 
 
 To such extremes by Fortune can be stung, 
 Who injures many, and hath fear of none ? " 
 
 And turning to Apollo, with a tongue 
 
 Somewhat confused, I said what may be heard 
 By him who lists, while part the fourth is sung 
 Of this grand work ; for here ends part the third.
 
 CAPITULO IV. 
 
 Suele la indignacion componer versos ; 
 Pero si el indignado es algun tonto, 
 Ellos tendran su todo de perversos. 
 
 De mi yo no se mas, sino que pronto 
 Me halle para decir en tercia rima 
 Lo que no dijo el desterrado al Ponto. 
 
 Y asi le dije a Delio : No se estima, 
 Senor, del vulgo vano el que te sigue 
 Y al arbol sacro del laurel se arrima. 
 
 La envidia y la ignorancia le persigue, 
 Y asi envidiado siempre y perseguido, 
 El bien que espera por jamas consigue. 
 
 Yo corte con mi ingenio aquel vestido, 
 Con que al mundo la hermosa Galatea 
 Salio para librarse del olvido. 
 
 Soy por quien la Confusa nada fea 
 Parecio en los teatros admirable, 
 Si esto a su fama es justo se le crea.
 
 CHAPTER IV. 
 
 Anger at times will issue forth in verse, 
 But, if the angry one be light of head, 
 His rhymes are apt to take a turn perverse ; 
 
 For me I know but this : by passion led, 
 I found me chanting forth, in tercets free, 
 Things which the Pontine exile never said : 
 
 *' Not by the mob," quoth I, " esteemed is he 
 Who follows you, my lord, and leans his back 
 For rest agaiust the laurel's sacred tree ; 
 
 Envy and folly ever dog his track, 
 
 And, envied thus and driven to distress, 
 The good he hopes for he must ever lack. 
 
 I cut and fashioned by my wit the dress, 
 With which fair Galatea 3 * sought the light, 
 And left the region of forgetfulness ; 
 
 I'm he whose La Confusa, handsome quite, 
 Made in the theatres a grand display, 
 If common fame hath told the matter right ;
 
 io6 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Yo con estilo en parte razonable 
 
 He compuesto Comedias, que en su tiempo 
 Tuvieron de lo grave y de lo afable. 
 
 Y he dado en Don ^uijote pasatiempo 
 Al pecho melancolico y mohino 
 En cualquiera sazon, en todo tiempo. 
 
 Yo he abierto en mis Novelas un camino, 
 For do la lengua castellana puede 
 Mostrar con propiedad un desatino. 
 
 Yo soy aquel que en la invencion excede 
 A muchos, y al que falta en esta parte, 
 Es fuerza que su fama falta quede. 
 
 Desde mis tiernos anos ame el arte 
 Duke de la agradable poesia, 
 Y en ella procure siempre agradarte. 
 
 Nunca volo la pluma humilde mia 
 For la region satirica, bajeza 
 Que a infames premios y desgracias guia. 
 
 Yo el soneto compuse que asi empieza, 
 For honra principal de mis escritos : 
 Voto a Dios, que me espanta esta grandeza. 
 
 Yo he compuesto Romances infinites, 
 Y el de los Celos es aquel que estimo, 
 Entre otros que los tengo por malditos. 
 
 For esto me congojo y me lastimo 
 
 De verme solo en pie, sin que se aplique 
 Arbol que me conceda algun arrimo.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 107 
 
 I've Comedies composed whose style of play 
 To reason so conformed, that on the stage 
 They showed fair mingling of the grave and gay ; 
 
 I've given in Don >uixote, S5 to assuage 
 The melancholy and the moping breast, 
 Pastime for every mood, in every age ; 
 
 I've in my Novels opened, for the rest, 
 A way whereby the language of Castile 
 May season fiction with becoming zest ; 
 
 I'm he who soareth in creative skill 
 
 'Bove many men ; who lacks a goodly share 
 Of this, his fame at last will fare but ill ; 
 
 From tender years I've loved, with passion rare, 
 The winsome art of Poesy the gay, 
 In this to please thee hath been all my care ; 
 
 My humble pen hath never winged its way 
 Athwart the field satiric, that low plain 
 Which leads to foul rewards, and quick decay ; 
 
 I penned the Sonnet 36 with this opening strain, 
 (To crown my writings with their chiefest grace,). 
 I vow to God, such grandeur stuns my brain ! 
 
 I've of Romances 37 penned a countless race 
 The one of Jealousy I prize the best 
 The rest, I trow, are in a parlous case ; 
 
 And so I'm very wroth, and much distressed 
 To see me here on foot, alone to gaze, 
 No tree to give me but a little rest ;
 
 io8 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Yo estoy, cual decir suelen, puesto a pique 
 Para dar a la estampa al gran Persiles, 
 Con que mi nombre y obras multiplique. 
 
 Yo en pensamientos castos y sotiles, 
 Dispuestos en soneto de a docena, 
 He honrado tres sugetos fregoniles. 
 
 Tambien al par de Fills mi Filena 
 
 Resono por las selvas, que escucharon 
 Mas de una y otra alegre cantilena. 
 
 Y en dukes varias rimas se llevaron 
 Mis esperanzas los lijeros vientos, 
 Que en ellos y en la arena se sembraron. 
 
 Tuve, tengo y tendre los pensamientos, 
 Merced al cielo que a tal bien me inclina, 
 De toda adulacion libres y exentos. 
 
 Nunca pongo los pies por do camina 
 La mentira, la fraude y el engano, 
 De la santa virtud total ruina. 
 
 Con mi corta fortuna no me ensano, 
 
 Aunque por verme en pie, como me veo, 
 Y en tal lugar, pondero asi mi dano. 
 
 Con poco me contento, aunque deseo 
 Mucho. A cuyas razones enojadas, 
 Con estas blandas respondio Timbreo : 
 
 Vienen las malas suertes atrasadas, 
 Y toman tan de lejos la corriente, 
 Que son temidas, pero no excusadas.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 109 
 
 I'm on the point to use a common phrase 
 Of giving great Persiles to the press, 
 Which shall my name and works still higher raise ; 
 
 I, with chaste thoughts and full of subtleness, 
 In sonnets by the dozen did array 
 Three scullion beings in a comely dress ; 
 
 To rival Phyllis, my Phylena 3 * gay 
 
 Hath carolled through the woods, whose leafy land 
 Gave back the sound of many a merry lay ; 
 
 In sweet and varied rhymes the zephyrs bland 
 Have borne my dreamy hopes away from me, 
 Which sowed their seed on these, and on the sand. 
 
 My thoughts were ever, are, and still shall be 
 Thanks be to Heaven that so hath bent my mind 
 From every form of flattery safe and free. 
 
 Whate'er betide, my steps are ne'er inclined 
 Where travel falsehood, fraud, and base deceit, 
 The total wreck of honour in mankind. 
 
 My narrow fortune doth not stir my heat, 
 
 Although to stand on foot, and in this throng, 
 As now I see me, makes my loss complete ; 
 
 With little I'm content, although I long 
 
 For much." To such proofs of disordered mind 
 Thymbraeus answered, with the blandest tongue : 
 
 " Men's evil fortunes swell up from behind, 
 Bringing their current with them from afar, 
 And so are feared, but cannot be declined ;
 
 no Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 El bien les viene a algunos de repente, 
 A otros poco a poco y sin pensallo, 
 Y el mal no guarda estilo diferente. 
 
 El bien que esta adquirido, conservallo 
 Con mafia, diligencia y con cordura, 
 Es no menor virtud que el granjeallo. 
 
 TU mismo te has forjado tu ventura, 
 Y yo te he visto alguna vez con ella, 
 Pero en el imprudente poco dura. 
 
 Mas si quieres salir de tu querella, 
 Alegre, y no confuso, y consolado, 
 Dobla tu capa, y sientate sobre ella. 
 
 Que tal vez suele un venturoso estado, 
 Cuando le niega sin razon la suerte, 
 Honrar mas merecido, que alcanzado. 
 
 Bien parece, sefior, que no se advierte, 
 Le respondi, que yo no tengo capa. 
 El dijo : Aunque sea asi, gusto de verte. 
 
 La virtud es un manto con que tapa 
 Y cubre su indecencia la estrecheza, 
 Que exenta y libre de la envidia escapa. 
 
 Incline al gran consejo la cabeza, 
 
 Quedeme en pie ; que no hay asiento bueno, 
 Si el favor no le labra, 6 la riqueza. 
 
 Alguno murmuro, viendome ajeno 
 Del honor que penso se me debia, 
 Del planeta de luz y virtud lleno.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 1 1 1 
 
 To some, good comes at once with sudden jar, 
 To others, bit by bit without a strain, 
 The steps of evil no wise different are ; 
 
 The good, that hath been wrested, to maintain 
 
 O ' 
 
 With shrewd, firm grasp that cannot be undone, 
 Is no less virtue than the good to gain ; 
 
 Thyself hast fickle Fortune wooed and won, 
 Oft have I seen thee with her times agone, 
 But from the imprudent she is fain to run. 
 
 Yet would' st thou shew thyself, all quarrel gone, 
 Gay, gladsome, not put out in any wise, 
 Double thy cloak, and seat thyself thereon ! 
 
 For he, who merits luck which fate denies 
 Without good reason, and in mood severe, 
 Is honoured more than if he won the prize ! " 
 
 " My lord, it hath escaped you quite, I fear, 
 That I possess no cloak ! " was my reply ; 
 " No less," quoth he, " I'm glad to see thee here, 
 
 For virtue is the cloak which poverty 
 
 Wraps round her form, to clothe withal her shame, 
 And so the shafts of envy pass her by ! '' 
 
 I bowed my head before the court of Fame, 
 
 And stood on foot ; good seat hath none by right, 
 If wealth or favour do not urge the claim. 
 
 One near me murmured, pitying my plight, 
 Deprived of honour which he thought my due, 
 Fresh from the orb of potence and of light.
 
 H2 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 En esto parecio que cobro el dia 
 
 Un nuevo resplandor, y el aire oyose 
 Herir de una dulcisima armonia. 
 
 Y en esto por un lado descubriose 
 
 Del sitio un escuadron de ninfas bellas, 
 Con que infinite el rubio dios holgose. 
 
 Venia en fin, y por remate dellas 
 Una resplandeciencto, como hace 
 El sol ante la luz de las estrellas. 
 
 La mayor hermosura se deshace 
 Ante ella, y ella sola resplandece 
 Sobre todas, y alegra y satisface. 
 
 Bien asi semejaba, cual se ofrece 
 Entre liquidas perlas y entre rosas 
 La aurora que despunta y amanece. 
 
 La rica vestidura, las preciosas 
 Joyas que la adornaban, competian 
 Con las que suelen ser maravillosas. 
 
 Las ninfas que al querer suyo asistian, 
 En el gallardo brio y bello aspecto, 
 Las artes liberales parecian. 
 
 Todas con amoroso y tierno afecto, 
 
 Con las ciencias mas claras y escogidas, 
 Le guardaban santisimo respeto. 
 
 Mostraban que en servirla eran servidas, 
 Y que por su ocasion de todas gentes 
 En mas veneracion eran tenidas.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 113 
 
 Methought at once a strange resplendent hue 
 O'erspread the sky, and lo ! the smitten air 
 Was pierced with sweetest music through and 
 
 And at one side I spied a squadron fair [through ; 
 Of beauteous nymphs come dancing to the song, 
 With whom the ruddy god made sporting rare. 
 
 In rear of these there came at length along 
 A wondrous being, 30 radiant as the light 
 The Sun emits amid the starry throng ; 
 
 The highest beauty pales before her sight 
 And she remains alone in her array, 
 Diffusing round contentment and delight. 
 
 She looked the likeness of Aurora gay, 
 When, mid the roses and the pearly dew, 
 She wakes to life and ushers in the day ; 
 
 The garments rich, and jewels bright of hue 
 Which gemmed her person, might hold rivalry 
 With all the world of wonders ever knew. 
 
 The nymphs that did her bidding faithfully, 
 In brilliant bearing and in sprightly ease, 
 Seemed to me all the liberal arts should be ; 
 
 They all with tender love, and joined to these 
 The Sciences, most clear and most reserved, 
 Did pay her reverence as on bended knees ; 
 
 Showed that in serving her themselves were served, 
 And that through her they, mid the nations all, 
 A higher honour and respect preserved. 
 I
 
 114 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Su influjo y su reflujo las corrientes 
 Del mar y su profundo le mostraban, 
 Y el ser padre de rios y de fuentes. 
 
 Las yerbas su virtud la presentaban, 
 Los arboles sus frutos y sus flores, 
 Las piedras el valor que en si encerraban. 
 
 El santo amor, castisimos amorcs, 
 La dulce paz, su quietud sabrosa, 
 La guerra amarga todos sus rigores. 
 
 Mostrabasele clara la espaciosa 
 Via, por donde el sol hace contino 
 Su natural carrera y la forzosa. 
 
 La inclinacion, 6 fuerza del destino, 
 
 Y de que estrcllas consta y se compone, 
 Y como influye este planeta 6 sino, 
 
 Todo lo sabe, todo lo dispone 
 La santa hermosisima doncclla, 
 Que admiracion como alegria pone. 
 
 Preguntele al parlero, si en la bella 
 Ninfa alguna deidad se disfrazaba, 
 Que fuese justo el adorar en ella. 
 
 Porque en el rico adorno que mostraba 
 Y en el gallardo scr que descubria, 
 Del cielo y no del suelo semejaba. 
 
 Descubres, respondio, tu boberia, 
 Que ha que la tratas infinites aiios, 
 Y no conoces que es la Poesia.
 
 'Journey to Parnassus. 115 
 
 The Ocean's currents at her simple call 
 
 Their ebb and flow displayed ; the abyss revealed 
 The parent source of waters great and small ; 
 
 The herbs their virtues at her touch did yield, 
 The trees their fruits, its sweetest flowers the vale, 
 The stones their inward worth which lay concealed ; 
 
 To her did love its chastest joys unveil, 
 Benignant peace its quietude and cheer, 
 Terrific war its horrors and its wail ; 
 
 The spacious path was to her vision clear, 
 Through which the Sun, in never-ending line, 
 Pursues his natural and constrained career ; 
 
 The force of fate which makes our wills incline, 
 The elements that form the starry light, 
 The influence of this planet or that sign 
 
 All this she knows, all this she wields aright, 
 That holy maid of loveliness complete, 
 Who claims at once our wonder and delight. 
 
 I asked the spokesman, if beneath that sweet 
 And radiant form no god lay in disguise, 
 Whom to adore in her were worship meet ; 
 
 Since by the rich adornment of her guise, 
 And by her gallant mien and bravery, 
 She seemed no child of earth but of the skies : 
 
 " Thou shew'st," quoth he, " thy crass stupidity, 
 Since thou hast wooed her now for many a year, 
 And knowest not that she is Poesy ! "
 
 1 1 6 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Siempre la he visto envuelta en pobres panos, 
 Le replique ; jamas la vi compuesta 
 Con adornos tan ricos y tamanos : 
 
 Parece que la he visto descompuesta, 
 Vestida de color de primavera 
 En los dias de cutio y los de fiesta. 
 
 Esta, que es la poesia verdadera, 
 La grave, la discreta, la elegante, 
 Dijo Mercurio, la alta y la sincera, 
 
 Siempre con vestidura rozagante 
 
 Se mucstra en cualquier acto que se halla, 
 Cuando a su profesion es importante. 
 
 Nunca se inclina, 6 sirve a la canalla 
 Trovadora, maligna y trafalmeja, 
 Que en lo que mas ignora, menos calla. 
 
 Hay otra falsa, ansiosa, torpe y vieja, 
 Amiga de sonaja y morteruelo, 
 Que ni tabanco, ni taberna deja. 
 
 No se alza dos, ni aun un coto del suelo, 
 Grande amiga de bodas y bautismos, 
 Larga de manos, corta de cerbelo. 
 
 Tomanla por momentos parasismos, 
 
 No acierta a pronunciar, y si pronuncia, 
 Absurdos hace, y forma solecismos. 
 
 Baco donde ella esta, su gusto anuncia, 
 Y ella derrama en coplas el poleo, 
 Campo 40 y vereda, y el mastranzo, y juncia.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 1 1 7 
 
 " To me," I said, " she ever did appear 
 In homely clothes, but never met my gaze 
 Arrayed in robes so rich and grand as here ; 
 
 Seems 'tis her undress I have seen always, 
 Picked out with colours of the spring demure, 
 Alike on working as on holidays ! " 
 
 Mercurius answered : '* 'Tis but reason sure 
 That Poesy the true, the grave, discreet, 
 The elegant, the lofty, and the pure, 
 
 Should robe herself in vesture that is meet 
 For all the actions which her rank become, 
 For each in turn appropriate and complete ; 
 
 She never stoops to serve the common scum 
 Of ballad mongers, impudent and mean, 
 Who bawl the loudest when they should be dumb. 
 
 There is a false, a base, old, haggard quean, 
 Friend of the drum and timbrel mummery, 
 Seldom from bench or tavern to be seen ; 
 
 Hardly two hand-breadths from the floor springs she, 
 At weddings and at baptisms she sits, 
 Though huge her fists, her brains but scanty be ; 
 
 At times she falleth into sudden fits, 
 Cannot articulate, or if she can, 
 Her blundering grammar proves her muddled wits ; 
 
 Her tastes are those of Bacchus and his clan, 
 And in her couplets, over mead and wold, 
 She scatters thyme and mint and gentian.
 
 1 1 8 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Pero aquesta que ves es el aseo, 
 La gala de los cielos y la tierra, 
 Con quien tienen las musas su bureo ; 
 
 Ella abre los secretos y los cierra, 
 Toca y apunta de cualquiera ciencia 
 La superficie y lo mejor que encierra. 
 
 Mira con mas ahinco su presencia, 
 Veras cifrada en ella la abundancia 
 De lo que en bueno tiene la excelencia. 
 
 Moran con ella en una misma estancia 
 La divina y moral filosofia, 
 El estilo mas puro y la elegancia. 
 
 Puede pintar en la mitad del dia 
 La noche, y en la noche mas escura 
 El alba bella que las perlas cria. 
 
 El curso de los rios apresura, 
 
 Y le detiene ; el pecho a furia incita, 
 Y le reduce luego a mas blandura. 
 
 Por mitad del rigor se precipita 
 
 De las lucientes armas contrapuestas, 
 Y da vitorias, y vitorias quita. 
 
 Veras como le prestan las florestas 
 
 Sus sombras, y sus cantos los pastores, 
 El mal sus lutos y el placer sus fiestas, 
 
 Perlas el Sur, Sabea sus olores, 
 El oro Tiber, Hibla su dulzura, 
 Galas Milan, y Lusitania amores.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 119 
 
 But she whom thou dost see is, as of old, 
 
 The charm and glory of the heavens and earth, 
 With whom the Muses secret counsel hold ; 
 
 She seals up secrets and she lets them forth, 
 And of each science scans, in graver mood, 
 At once its surface and its inner worth. 
 
 Survey her person with an eye more shrewd, 
 Thou'lt see enshrined, and in abundance great, 
 The very sum and quintessence of good ; 
 
 There lodge with her, within the self-same gate, 
 Philosophies both moral and divine, 
 A style the purest and the most ornate. 
 
 At mid-day she can paint in sombrest line 
 The night, and in the depth of deepest night 
 The rosy dawn that makes the pearls to shine. 
 
 The river's course she quickens into might, 
 
 Then curbs ; she makes the breast with fury rise, 
 Then soothes to blandness with her touch so light. 
 
 Into the midst of clashing arms she flies, 
 
 Where ranks opposing meet with dire intent, 
 She victory gives and victory denies. 
 
 Mark how the forests at her sight present 
 
 Their shades, their songs the shepherds of the dale, 
 Sorrow its weeds, and pleasure its content ; 
 
 Pearls from the south, odours from Saba's vale, 
 Gold from the Tiber, sweets from Hybla's mount, 
 Galas from Milan, loves from Portingale,
 
 1 20 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 En fin, ella es la cifra, do se apura 
 Lo provechoso, honesto y deleitable, 
 Partes con quien se aumenta la ventura. 
 
 Es de ingenio tan vivo y admirable, 
 
 Que a veces toca en punto que suspenden, 
 For tener no se que de inexcrutable. 
 
 Alabanse los buenos, y se ofenden 
 Los malos con su voz, y destos tales 
 Unos la adoran, otros no la entienden. 
 
 Son sus obras heroicas immortales, 
 Las liricas siiaves, de manera 
 Que vuelven en divinas las mortales. 
 
 Si alguna vez se muestra lisonjera, 
 Es con tanta elegancia y artificio, 
 Que no castigo, sino premio espera. 
 
 Gloria de la virtud, pena del vicio 
 
 Son sus acciones, dando al mundo en ellas 
 De su alto ingenio y su bondad indicio 
 
 En esto estaba, cuando por las bellas 
 Ventanas de jazmines y de rosas, 
 Que amor estaba a lo que entiendo en ellas, 
 
 Divise seis personas religiosas, 
 
 Al parecer de honroso y grave aspeto, 
 De luengas togas, limpias y pomposas. 
 
 Preguntele a Mercuric : ^ Por que efeto 
 Aquellos no parecen y se encubren, 
 Y muestran ser personas de respeto ?
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 121 
 
 Fall at her feet. In fine, she is the fount 
 
 Where blend the sweet, the useful, and the sound, 
 Whence human bliss doth swell its rich account. 
 
 She is of wit so lively and profound, 
 
 That oft she touches points, whose tangled knot 
 By mortal fingers cannot be unbound. 
 
 Her voice exalts the good ; an evil lot 
 She gives the bad ; and at her holy shrine 
 The former kneel, the last regard her not. 
 
 Her works heroic shall immortal shine : 
 
 Her lyrics sweet obey such sovereign laws, 
 That mortal things they change into divine ; 
 
 If she at times with flattery urge her cause, 
 It is with skill so rare and so refined, 
 As deadens censure and demands applause ; 
 
 The scourge of vice and virtue's crown combined, 
 Her deeds proclaim to all the world aright 
 Her lofty genius and her gentle mind." 
 
 I stood entranced, when thro' some loop-holes bright 
 With jasmines, and with roses sweet entwined, 
 Where Love, methinks, might harbour with delight y 
 
 I spied six persons 41 of a clerkly kind, 
 
 Who seemed of reverend and grave aspect, 
 With long white togas stately and refined. 
 
 I asked Mercurius : "Why do such affect 
 To hide and burrow in this lurking-place, 
 Who yet appear most worthy of respect ? "
 
 122 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 A lo quc el respondio : No se descubren 
 Por guardar el decoro al alto estado 
 Que tienen, y asi el rostro todos cubren. 
 
 Quien son, le replique, si es que te es dado 
 Decirlo ? Respondiome : No por cierto, 
 Porque Apolo lo tiene asi mandado. 
 
 ^ No son poetas ? Si. Pues yo no acierto 
 A pensar por que causa se desprecian 
 De salir con su ingenio a campo abierto. 
 
 Para que se embobecen y se anecian, 
 Escondiendo el talento que da el cielo 
 A los que mas de ser suyos se precian ? 
 
 Aqui del rey : que es esto ? que recelo, 
 O celo les impide a no mostrarse 
 Sin miedo ante la turba vil del suelo ? 
 
 Puede ninguna ciencia compararse 
 Con esta universal de la pocsia, 
 Que limites no tiene do encerrarse? 
 
 Pues siendo esto verdad, saber querria 
 Entre los de la carda, ,: como se usa 
 Este miedo, 6 melindre, 6 hipocresia ? 
 
 Hace monsenor versos, y rehusa 
 Que no se sepan, y el los comunica 
 Con muchos, y a la lengua ajena acusa. 
 
 Y mas que siendo buenos, multiplica 
 La fama su valor, y al dueno canta 
 Con voz de gloria y de alabanza rica.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 123 
 
 He answered : u Fain would they preserve the grace 
 And chaste reserve, that fit the high degree 
 They occupy, and so they veil the face ! " 
 
 " Who are they," cried I, " if 'tis given thee 
 
 To tell the same ? " " Nay," quoth he, " by my fay, 
 Such is Apollo's mandate and decree ! " 
 
 "Are they not poets?" "Yea!" "Then sooth to say, 
 It puzzles me to guess why they should fear 
 To bring their genius to the light of day ; 
 
 Why do they play the fool and ninny here, 
 Wrapping their talent up, great Heaven's gift 
 To all her sons who hold the favour dear? 
 
 Ho! in the King's name! what may be their drift? 
 What dread or shame forbids them now to face 
 Earth's scurvy groundlings and their veils uplift ? 
 
 Can any science claim to hold a place 
 Beside the science vast of Poesy, 
 That brooks no limit to its wide embrace ? 
 
 If this be truth, then prithee tell to me, 
 To such fraternity what end doth serve 
 This fear, this niceness, this hypocrisy ? 
 
 Monsignor maketh verses, with reserve 
 
 That none shall know it, and he shares the same 
 With friends ; yet will incognito preserve ! 
 
 But be they good, it is the work of Fame 
 
 To spread their worth, and to their master sing 
 With voice of glory, blazoning his name !
 
 1 24 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Que mucho pues, si no se le levanta 
 Testimonio a un pontifice poeta, 
 Que digan que lo cs ? por Dios que espanta. 
 
 For vida de Lanfusa la discreta, 
 
 Que si no se me dice quien son estos 
 Togados de bonete y de muceta ; 
 
 Que con trazas y modos descompuestos 
 Tengo de reducir a behetria 
 Estos tan sosegados y compuestos. 
 
 Por Dios, dijo Mercurio, y a fe mia, 
 Que no puedo decirlo, y si lo digo, 
 Tengo de dar la culpa a tu porfia. 
 
 Dilo, senor, que desde aqui me obligo 
 De no decir que tu me lo dijiste, 
 Le dije, por la fe de buen amigo. 
 
 El dijo : No nos cay an en el chiste, 
 Llegate a mi, diretelo al oido, 
 Pero creo que hay mas de los que viste. 
 
 Aquel que has visto alii del cuello erguido, 
 Lozano, rozagante y de buen tulle, 
 De honestidad y de valor vestido, 
 
 Es el DOTOR FRANCISCO SANCHEZ : dalle 
 Puede cual debe Apolo la alabanza, 
 Que pueda sobre el cielo levantalle. 
 
 Y^aun mas su famoso ingenio alcanza, 
 Pues en las verdes hojas de sus dias 
 Nos da de santos frutos esperanza.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 125 
 
 Why this ado then ? Is't a treasonous thing 
 To call a pontiff poet, and repeat 
 The name aloud ? By heaven, 'tis maddening ! 
 
 Now, by Lanfusa's life, the fair discreet, 
 If I be told not who these gentry are, 
 With rochet and biretta robed complete, 
 
 In boisterous fashion will I levy war, 
 
 And bring confusion on this brotherhood, 
 Who seem too quiet and composed by far ! " 
 
 "By God," cried Mercury, " and all that's good! 
 I may not tell thee, but an' if I do, 
 I'll lay the blame upon thy hardihood ! " 
 
 " My lord, I bind me now and henceforth too 
 To tell to none what thou shalt tell to me, 
 Ton honour," quoth I, " of good friend and true!" 
 
 He answered : "They may think our jesting free, 
 Come closer, I will whisper in thine ear ; 
 Faith, there be more of them than thou didst see. 
 
 He, whom thou saw'st with stiff neck and austere, 
 Lusty, resplendent, stately to the view, 
 In worth arrayed and modesty severe, 
 
 Is DOCTOR DON FRANCISCO SANCHEZ, who 
 Will soar in praises far above the skies, 
 If now Apollo gives him but his due ; 
 
 And higher yet his famous wit shall rise, 
 Since in the green leaves of his tender prime 
 The pregnant hope of holy fruitage lies.
 
 1 26 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Aquel que en elevadas fantasias, 
 Y en extasis sabrosos se regala, 
 Y tanto imita las acciones mias, 
 
 Es el MAESTRO ORENSE, que la gala 
 Se lleva de la mas rara elocuencia 
 Que en las aulas de Atcnas se senala. 
 
 Su natural ingenio con la ciencia 
 Y ciencias aprendidas le levanta 
 Al grado que le nombra la excelencia. 
 
 Aquel de amarillez marchita y santa, 
 Que le encubre de lauro aquella rama, 
 Y aquella hojosa y acopada planta, 
 
 FRAY JUAN BAPTISTA CAPATAZ se llama, 
 Descalzo y pobre, pero bien vestido 
 Con el adorno que le da la fama. 
 
 Aquel que del rigor fiero de olvido 
 Libra su nombre con eterno gozo, 
 Y es de Apolo y las musas bien querido, 
 
 Anciano en el ingenio, y nunca mozo, 
 Humanista divino, es segun pienso, 
 El insigne DOTOR ANDRES DEL POZO. 
 
 Un licenciado de un ingenio immense 
 Es aquel, y aunque en traje mercenario, 
 Como a senor le dan las musas censo : 
 
 RAMON se llama, auxilio necesario 
 
 Con que Delio se esfuerza y ve rendidas 
 Las obstinadas fuerzas del contrario.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 127 
 
 His neighbour, who on fantasies sublime 
 And savoury ecstasies doth feast withal, 
 And with my actions makes his own to chime, 
 
 El MAESTRO ORENSE is, with claim not small 
 To plume himself on higher eloquence 
 Than ever sounded in Athenian hall ; 
 
 His native wit, joined to the sober sense 
 
 Which science lends, exalts him to the grade 
 Which stamps him with the name of Excellence. 
 
 Whose face with saintly pallor is o'erlaid, 
 
 Of whom that laurel branch conceals the sight, 
 To whom that leafy cup-like plant gives shade, 
 
 FRAY JUAN BAPTISTA CAPATAZ is hight; 
 Barefooted, poor, but well arrayed withal, 
 For fame enrobes him with her vesture bright. 
 
 He, who from dark oblivion's tyrant thrall 
 
 Kath snatched his name, and endless rapture found, 
 Loved by Apollo and the Muses all, 
 
 In wit an ancient, in his youth profound, 
 A humanist divine, is, let me say, 
 DOCTOR ANDRES DE POZO the renowned. 
 
 The next, a graduate with mighty play 
 Of wit, although in Mercy's garb he go, 
 To him as lord the Muses tribute pay ; 
 
 By name RAM6N; whose strength will deal a blow, 
 Whereby Apollo shall to every wind 
 Scatter the stolid forces of the foe.
 
 128 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 El otro, cuyas sienes ves cenidas 
 
 Con los brazos de Dafne en triunfo honroso, 
 Sus glorias tiene en Alcala esculpidas. 
 
 En su ilustre teatro vitorioso 
 
 Le nombra el cisne en canto no funesto, 
 Siempre el primero como a mas famoso. 
 
 A los donaires suyos echo el resto 
 Con propiedades al gorron debidas, 
 For haberlos compuesto 6 descompuesto. 
 
 Aquestas seis personas referidas, 
 
 Como estan en divinos puestos puestas, 
 Y en sacra religion constituidas, 
 
 Tienen las alabanzas por molestas, 
 Que les dan por poetas, y holgarian 
 Llevar la loa sin el nombre a cuestas. 
 
 Por que, le pregunte, senor, porfian 
 Los tales a escribir y dar noticia 
 De los versos que paren y que crian ? 
 
 Tambien tiene el ingenio su codicia, 
 Y nunca la alabanza se desprecia ; 
 Que al bueno se le debe de justicia. 
 
 Aquel que de poeta no se precia, 
 
 Para que escribe versos, y los dice ? 
 I Por que desdena lo que mas aprecia ? 
 
 Jamas me contente, ni satisfice 
 
 De hipocritas melindrcs. Llanamente 
 Quise alabanzas de lo que bien hice.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 129 
 
 Of him, whose temples thou dost see entwined 
 With Daphne's arms, and triumph in his face, 
 The glories are in Alcala enshrined ; 
 
 Within the theatre of that famed place, 
 
 The Swan, with song auspicious, doth proclaim 
 And hail him first and foremost in the race; 
 
 Upon his piquant jests he staked his fame, 
 With sallies that the college youth befit, 
 Whose wit composed or decomposed the same. 
 
 These six, whose characters we now have hit, 
 Who proudly are installed in posts divine, 
 And on the high chairs of religion sit, 
 
 Esteem as irksome all the praises fine 
 
 That would proclaim them poets, yet delight 
 To have the honour and the name decline." 
 
 " Why then, my lord," I cried, " do such men write, 
 And notify the verses to mankind 
 It suits them to conceive and bring to light ? 
 
 For genius too is greedily inclined, 
 
 And will not brook that any praise be lost 
 Which justly falls to merit of high kind; 
 
 Who of the name of poet will not boast, 
 Why doth he scribble and the matter tell, 
 Why doth he scorn the thing he covets most ? 
 
 I never sat content beneath the spell 
 
 Of prim mock-modesty ; without pretence 
 I courted praise for that which I did well ! " 
 K
 
 i jo Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Con todo quiere Apolo, que esta gente 
 
 Religiosa se tenga aqui secreta, 
 
 Dijo el dios que presume de elocuente. 
 Oyose en esto el son de una corneta, 
 
 Y un trapa, trapa, aparta, afuera, afucra, 
 
 Que viene un gallardisimo poeta. 
 Volvi la vista y vi por la ladera 
 
 Del monte un postilion y un caballero 
 
 Correr, como se dice, a la lijera. 
 Servia el postilion de pregonero, 
 
 Mucho mas que de guia, a cuyas voces 
 
 En pie se puso el escuadron entero. 
 Preguntome Mercurio : No conoces 
 
 Quien es este gallardo, este brioso ? 
 
 Imagine que ya le reconoces. 
 Bien, yo le respond! ; que es el famoso 
 
 Gran DON SANCHO DE LEIVA, cuya espada 
 
 Y pluma haran a Delio venturoso. 
 Vencerase sin duda esta Jornada 
 
 Con tal socorro ; y en el mismo instante, 
 
 Cosa que parecia imaginada, 
 Otro favor no menos importante 
 
 Para el caso temido se nos muestra ; 
 
 De ingenio y fuerzas, y valor bastante. 
 Una tropa gentil por la siniestra 
 
 Parte del monte descubriosc : j oh cielos, 
 
 Que dais de vuestra providencia muestra \
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 131 
 
 " It is Apollo's wish, take no offence, 
 That these religious folk keep secret here ! " 
 Quoth he, the god who vaunts his eloquence. 
 
 On this a cornet's sound struck on mine ear, [way ! 
 With tramp, tramp! stand aside! ho, clear the 
 For lo ! a stalwart poet draweth near ! 
 
 I turned mine eyes, and up the mountain way 
 They fell on a postilion and a knight 
 Posting at tip-top speed, as people say ; 
 
 He served as herald, that postilion wight, 
 
 More than as guide, and at his shouts and cries 
 The assembled squadron rose and stood upright; 
 
 Mercurius asked me : " Dost thou recognize 
 This gallant one, so lordly in his state, 
 I fancy he's familiar to thine eyes? 
 
 " I know him well, he is the famed and great 
 DON SANCHO DE LEIVA, he whose blade 
 And pen shall make Apollo fortunate ; 
 
 Beyond a doubt with such distinguished aid 
 He'll win the day!" And presently in sight 
 There came unlocked for, and with grand parade, 
 
 A band of allies as important quite, 
 
 To try conclusions with the dreaded foe, 
 Equipped with genius, solid worth, and might. 
 
 A gallant troop it was, and from below 
 It up the left side of the hill did prance ; 
 Ye heavens ! what proofs of providence ye show !
 
 132 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Aquel discrete JUAN DE VASCONCELOS 
 Venia delante en un caballo bayo, 
 Dando a las musas lusitanas celos. 
 Tras el el CAPITAN PEDRO TAMAYO 
 Venia, y aunque enfermo de la gota, 
 Fue al enemigo asombro, fue desmayo. 
 Que por el se vio en fuga, y puesto en rota ; 
 Que en los dudosos trances de la guerra 
 Su ingenio admira y su valor se nota. 
 Tambien llegaron a la rica tierra, 
 Puestos debajo de una blanca sena, 
 Por la parte derecha de la sierra, 
 Otros, de quien tomo luego resefia 
 Apolo ; y era dellos el primero 
 El joven DON FERNANDO DE LODENA, 
 Poeta primerizo, insigne, empero 
 En cuyo ingenio Apolo deposita 
 Sus glorias para el tiempo venidero. 
 Con majestad real, con inaudita 
 
 Pompa llego, y al pie del monte para 
 Quien los bienes del monte solicita : 
 El LlCENCIADO fue JUAN DE VERGARA 
 El que llego, con quien la turba ilustre 
 En sus vecinos medios se repara. 
 De Esculapio y de Apolo gloria y lustre, 
 Si no, digalo el santo bien partido, 
 Y su fama la misma envidia ilustre.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 1 33 
 
 On a bay charger, riding in advance, 
 
 CameJUAN DE VASCONCELOS, shrewd and gay, 
 On whom the Lusian Muses look askance ; 
 
 Behind him rode TAMAYO on the way, 
 
 That Captain bold who, crippled with the gout, 
 Yet struck the foe with terror and dismay; 
 
 At sight of him fled all the rabble rout, 
 For in a doubtful strife, and hand to hand, 
 Flame forth his genius and his valour stout. 
 
 Then by the right side of the mountain grand, 
 Beneath the shadow of a banner white, 
 Came others marching to the wealthy land, 
 
 Whose ranks Apollo mustered with delight ; 
 And first and foremost came upon the stage 
 That youth, FERNANDO DE LODENA hight, 
 
 A budding poet, and withal a sage, 
 Within whose wit Apollo graciously 
 Doth hoard his glories for the coming age. 
 
 With rarest pomp, and regal majesty, 
 A new arrival pranced up in state 
 To claim the mountain's hospitality ; 
 
 JUAN DE VERGARA he, Licentiate, 
 
 Whom all the squadron welcomed with delight, 
 Of all their dearest rights a champion great ; 
 
 Apollo's glory, Esculapius' light, 
 
 In him a man of double fame we hail, 
 
 And Envy's self proclaims his honour bright.
 
 134 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Con cl fue con aplauso recebido 
 
 El docto JUAN ANTONIO DE HERRERA, 
 
 Que puso en fil el desigual partido. 
 j Oh, quien con lengua en nada lisonjera, 
 
 Sino con puro afecto en grande exceso, 
 
 Dos que llegaron alabar pudiera ! 
 Pero no es de mis hombros este peso. 
 
 Fucron los que llegaron los famosos, 
 
 Los dos maestros CALVO Y VALDIVIESO. 
 Luego se descubrio por los undosos 
 
 Llanos del mar una pequena barca 
 
 Impelida de remos presurosos : 
 Llego, y al punto della desembarca 
 
 ElgranDONjUANDEARGOTE YDEGAMBOA 
 
 En compania de DON DlEGO ABARCA, 
 Sugetos dinos de incesable loa ; 
 
 Y DON DIEGO JIMENEZ Y DE ENCISO 
 
 Dio un salto a tierra desde la aha proa. 
 En estos tres la gala y el aviso 
 
 Cifro cuanto de gusto en si contienen, 
 
 Como su ingenio y obras dan aviso. 
 Con JUAN LOPEZ DEL VALLE otros dos vienen 
 
 Juntos alii, y es PAMONES el uno, 
 
 Con quien las musas ojeriza ticncn, 
 Porque pone sus pies por do ninguno 
 
 Los puso, y con sus nuevas fantasias 
 
 Mucho mas que agradable es importuno.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 135 
 
 Now welcomed we, with shouts that rent the vale, 
 JUAN DE HERRERA, learned man and strong, 
 Whose weight alone might turn the unequal scale. 
 
 O who, with fitting and unflattering tongue 
 But with a truthful accent, pure and plain, 
 Shall praise aright these two who march along ? 
 
 But on my shoulders doth not rest this strain, 
 For these be men renowned for learned stores, 
 CALVO and VALDIVIESO, masters twain! 
 
 Anon we saw, impelled by lusty oars, 
 A little barque skim o'er the ocean wide, 
 Which sought a refuge on the sacred shores; 
 
 We spied therein, as nearer it did glide, 
 
 DON JUAN DE ARGOTE, and a man no less 
 Than DON DlEGO ABARCA at his side ; 
 
 And with them DON DlEGO XlMENES 
 Y DE ENCISO ; from the lofty prow 
 He gave one leap the sacred land to press ; 
 
 To these great three the praise we must allow 
 Of matchless taste, combined with wisdom's glance 
 Their genius and their works proclaim it now. 
 
 With JUAN LOPEZ DEL VALLE two advance, 
 And in their midst may PAMONES be seen, 
 On whom the Muses look somewhat askance : 
 
 For why, he treads where foot hath never been, 
 And with new fantasies, not void of blame, 
 He wearies more than he delights, I ween.
 
 136 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 De lejas tierras por incultas vias 
 
 Llego el bravo irlandes DON JUAN BATEO, 
 Jerjes nuevo en memoria en nuestros dias. 
 
 Vuelvo la vista, a MANTUANO veo, 
 Que tiene al gran Velasco por Mecenas, 
 Y ha sido acertadisimo su empleo. 
 
 Dejaran estos dos en las ajenas 
 
 Tierras, como en las propias, dilatados 
 Sus nombres, que tu, Apolo, asi lo ordenas. 
 
 Por entre dos fructiferos collados 
 
 (c Habra quien esto crea, aunque lo entienda ? 
 De palmas y laureles coronados, 
 
 El grave aspecto del ABAD MALUENDA 
 Parecio, dando al monte luz y gloria, 
 Y esperanzas de triunfo en la contienda. 
 
 Pero de que enemigos la vitoria 
 No alcanzara un ingenio tan florido, 
 Y una bondad tan digna de memoria ? 
 
 DON ANTONIO GENTIL DE VARGAS, pido 
 Espacio para verte, que llegaste 
 De gala y arte y de valor vestido : 
 
 Y aunque de patria jinoves, mostraste 
 Ser en las musas castellanas doto, 
 Tanto que al escuadron todo admiraste. 
 
 Desde el indio apartado del remoto 
 
 Mundo llego mi amigo MONTESDOCA, 
 Y el que anudo de Arauco el nudo roto.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 137 
 
 By trackless paths DON JUAN BATED came, 
 That sturdy Irishman, across the sea, 
 In this our day a Xerxes new to fame ! 
 
 I turn me round and MANTUANO see, 
 Whose patron is VELASCO the renowned, 
 No worthier Maecenas could there be ; 
 
 The names of these two worthies yet shall sound 
 Throughout their own, and foreign lands to boot, 
 Phoebus hath willed it, so it shall be found. 
 
 Between two hillocks bearing wealth of frqit, 
 (Can one believe so strange a thing hath been ?) 
 With palms and laurels crowned from brow to foot, 
 
 The Abbot MALUENDA'S form was seen, 
 Gilding the mount with light and lustre sage, 
 With hope of triumph in the struggle keen ; 
 
 For say, what chance hath any foeman's rage 
 Against that kindly heart, that genius bright, 
 So worthy of a place in Memory's page ? 
 
 GENTIL DE VARGAS, DON ANTONIO hight, 
 I crave fit space thy manly form to greet, 
 With art, and elegance, and worth bedight ! 
 
 A Genoese by birth, yet at the feet 
 
 Of our Castilian Muses wert thou bred, 
 And so the squadron gives thee honour meet. 
 
 From India's furthest confines, travel-sped, 
 Came MONTESDOCA to the front, my friend, 
 And he who knit Arauco's broken thread ;
 
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 Dijo Apolo a los dos : A entrambos toca 
 Defender esta vuestra rica estancia 
 De la canalla de vergiienza poca. 
 
 La cual de error armada y de arrogancia 
 Quiere canonizar y dar renombre 
 Inmortal y divino a la ignorancia ; 
 
 Que tanto puede la aficion que un hombre 
 Tiene a si mismo, que ignorante siendo, 
 De buen poeta quiere alcanzar nombre. 
 
 En esto otro milagro, otro estupendo 
 Prodigio se descubre en la marina, 
 Que en pocos versos declarar pretendo. 
 
 Una nave a la tierra tan vecina 
 
 Llego, que desde el sitio donde estaba, 
 Se ve cuanto hay en ella y determina. 
 
 De mas de cuatro mil salmas pasaba, 
 Que otros suelen llamarlas toneladas, 
 Ancha de vientre y de estatura brava : 
 
 Asi como las naves que cargadas 
 
 Llegan de la oriental India a Lisboa, 
 Que son por las mayores estimadas; 
 
 Esta llego desde la popa a proa 
 Cubierta de poetas, mercancia 
 De quien hay saca en Calicut y en Goa. 
 
 Tomole al rojo dios alferecia 
 
 Por ver la muchedumbre impertinente, 
 Que en socorro del monte le venia.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 139 
 
 "Ye twain! 1 ' Apollo cried, "must now defend 
 This wealthy land of yours, from the advance 
 Of that most shameless crew who hither wend ! 
 
 For, armed with error and with arrogance, 
 They fain would canonize and give acclaim, 
 Immortal and divine, to ignorance ; 
 
 For such conceit in human breast doth flame, 
 That ignorance itself will make men bold 
 To deck them with the poet's worthy name ! " 
 
 On this another prodigy, untold 
 
 And monstrous, met our vision on the strand, 
 Which in few stanzas I will now unfold : 
 
 For lo ! a ship sailed up so close to land, 
 That I could see, from my commanding site, 
 Its whole contents and wherewith it was manned ; 
 
 Four thousand lasts, I ween, it measured quite, 
 Or tons, the common word used by the mass, 
 With spacious beam, and spars of towering height; 
 
 Like to the ships that with their cargoes pass 
 From Eastern India to Lisboa's shore, 
 Which are esteemed the grandest of their class ; 
 
 It came, from poop to prow, crammed o'er and o'er 
 With poets, goodly merchandise they sell 
 In Calicut's and Goa's ample store ; 
 
 The ruddy god into convulsions fell 
 
 At sight of such a vile presumptuous crew, 
 Who came to grace, and save the hill as well ;
 
 140 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Y en silencio rogo devotamente 
 
 Que el vaso naufragase en un memento 
 Al que gobierna el humido tridente. 
 
 Uno de los del numero hambriento 
 Se puso en esto al borde de la nave, 
 Al parecer mohino y mal contento : 
 
 Y en voz que ni de tierna ni suave 
 Tenia un solo adarme, gritando 
 (Dijo tal vez colerico, y tal grave) 
 
 Lo que impaciente estuve yo escuchando, 
 Porque vi sus razones ser saetas, 
 Que iban mi alma y corazon clavando. 
 
 O tu, dijo, traidor, que los poetas 
 Canonizaste de la larga lista, 
 For causas y por vias indiretas : 
 
 Donde tenias, Magances, la vista 
 Aguda de tu ingenio, que asi ciego 
 Fuiste tan mentiroso coronista ? 
 
 Yo te confieso, 6 barbaro, y no niego 
 Que algunos de los muchos que escogiste 
 Sin que el respeto te forzase 6 el ruego, 
 
 En el debido punto los pusiste ; 
 
 Pero con los demas sin duda alguna 
 Prodigo de alabanzas anduviste. 
 
 Has alzado a los cielos la fortuna, 
 
 De muchos que en el centre del olvido 
 Sin ver la luz del sol ni de la luna,
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 141 
 
 And silently he prayed a prayer or two 
 
 That he, who holds the trident in his hand, 
 Would sink the ship and in an instant too. 
 
 One of the number of that hungry band, 
 
 Who seemed a moping and a peevish knave, 
 Upon the vessel's bulwarks took his stand, 
 
 And with a croaking voice, that never gave 
 One note or soft or sweet, his words did roll 
 Right out, now choleric, now grave : 
 
 Whereat my temper I could scarce control, 
 For, like to barbs, his words were all devised 
 To go right whizzing through my heart and soul : 
 
 "Thou traitor," cried he, "who hast canonized 
 The poets on thy list of wondrous size, 
 By crooked methods and most ill-advised ! 
 
 Maganccs, where didst thou keep the eyes 
 Of thy sharp wit, that, being stricken blind, 
 Thou mad'st thyself the chronicler of lies? 
 
 1 give thee credit, man of barbarous mind, 
 
 That, of the many thou hast gathered here, 
 Without request or force of any kind, 
 
 Thou hast put some within their proper sphere ; 
 But with the rest thou hast been out of sight 
 Too prodigal of praises, it is clear ! 
 
 For many hast thou raised to Fortune's height, 
 Who still in dark Oblivion's den should be, 
 Without or Sun or Moon to give them light ;
 
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 Yacian : ni llamado, ni escogido 
 
 Fue el gran pastor de Iberia, el gran BERNARDO 
 
 Que DE LA VEGA tiene el apellido. 
 Fuiste envidioso, descuidado y tardo, 
 
 Y a las ninfas de Henares y pastores 
 
 Como a enemigo les tiraste un dardo. 
 Y tienes tu poetas tan peores 
 
 Que estos en tu rebano, que imagino 
 
 Que han de sudar si quieren ser mejores. 
 Que si este agravio no me turba el tino, 
 
 Siete trovistas desde aqui diviso, 
 
 A quien suelen llamar de torbellino, 
 Con quien la gala, discrecion y aviso 
 
 Tienen poco que ver, y tu los pones 
 
 Dos leguas mas alia del paraiso. 
 Estas quimeras, estas invenciones 
 
 Tuyas, te han de salir al rostro un dia, 
 
 Si mas no te mesuras y compones. 
 Esta amenaza y gran descortesia 
 
 Mi blando corazon lleno de miedo 
 
 Y dio al traves con la paciencia mia. 
 Y volviendome a Apolo con denuedo 
 
 Mayor del que esperaba de mis anos, 
 
 Con voz turbada y con semblante acedo, 
 Le dije : Con bien claros desengafios 
 
 Descubro, que el servirte me granjea 
 
 Presentes miedos de futures danos.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 143 
 
 Iberia's shepherd, grand BERNARDO he, 
 Had in thy mission neither lot nor part, 
 Who bears LA VEGA'S surname and degree ; 
 
 Thou hadst an envious, careless, sluggish heart, 
 And at Henares' nymphs and shepherds fine, 
 As if they were thy foes, didst hurl thy dart ; 
 
 And yet, within that great sheepfold of thine, 
 
 Worse poets hast thou, who must sweat and strain, 
 If they would better be, as I opine ! 
 
 If such an outrage hath not turned my brain, 
 Seven rhymesters there I see before mine eyes 
 Of the Spasmodic order, it is plain ; 
 
 In whom the witty, elegant, and wise 
 
 Are at their lowest, yet thou giv'st them place 
 Two leagues within the bounds of Paradise ; 
 
 These quirks of thine, these whimsies void of grace, 
 If so thou act not more composedly, 
 Will rise one day and shame thee to thy face!" 
 
 This threat, and eke this great discourtesy, 
 Did in my tender heart much dread inspire, 
 And made the remnants of my patience flee ; 
 
 And turning to Apollo, with more ire 
 
 Than might be thought befitting my grave years, 
 With quivering voice, and eke a spark of fire, 
 
 I said : "By such plain proofs it now appears, 
 That serving thee makes worse my sorry plight, 
 My future loss I read in present fears ;
 
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 Haz, 6 senor, que en publico se lea 
 La Hsta que Cilenio llevo a Espana, 
 Porque mi culpa poca aqui se vea. 
 
 Si tu deidad en escoger se engana, 
 Y yo solo aprobe lo que el me dijo, 
 For que este simple contra mi se ensana ? 
 
 Con justa causa y con razon me affijo, 
 De ver como estos barbaros se inclinan 
 A tenerme en temor duro y prolijo. 
 
 Unos, porque los puse, me abominan, 
 Otros, porque he dejado de ponellos, 
 De darme pesadumbre determinan. 
 
 Yo no se como me avendre con ellos : 
 Los puestos se lamentan, los no puestos 
 Gritan, yo tiemblo destos y de aquellos. 
 
 Tu, senor, que eres dios, dales los puestos 
 Que piden sus ingenios : llama y nombra 
 Los que fueren mas habiles y prestos. 
 
 Y porque el turbio miedo que me asombra, 
 No me acabe, acabada esta contienda, 
 Cubreme con tu manto y con tu sombra. 
 
 O ponme una senal por do se entienda 
 Que soy hechura tuya y de tu casa : 
 Y asi no habra ninguno que me ofenda. 
 
 Vuelve la vista y mira lo que pasa, 
 Fue de Apolo enojado la respuesta, 
 Que ardiendo en ira el corazon le abrasa.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 145 
 
 Let them, my lord, in public now recite 
 
 The list Mercurius brought with him to Spain, 
 Then shall my slender blame be brought to light ; 
 
 If that your godship made wrong choice and vain, 
 And I but echoed what Mercurius said, 
 Why rails this fool at me with words insane ? 
 
 With cause and reason do I vex my head, 
 
 To see how men like these, with barbarous din, 
 Conspire to keep me in perpetual dread : 
 
 Some scowl on me because I put them in, 
 Others resolve, because I left them out, 
 To make me feel the burden of my sin ; 
 
 How to make peace with all I am in doubt, 
 The chosen groan, the left-out cry apace, 
 By both together am I put to rout. 
 
 Thou who art god, my lord, give each the place 
 That fits his worth ; name, summon to thine aid 
 The ablest and the readiest in the race ; 
 
 And lest this turmoil, which keeps me afraid, 
 Should kill me quite, I would be let alone, 
 Cast over me thy mantle and thy shade : 
 
 Grant me a sign, whereby it may be known 
 
 That I'm thine offspring, of thy house and name, 
 And henceforth none at me will cast a stone ! " 
 
 " Turn thee to see a sight, and mark the same !" 
 Apollo cried, with accents nowise sweet, 
 While burning fury wrapped his heart in flame. 
 L
 
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 Volvila, y vi la mas alegre fiesta, 
 Y la mas desdichada y compasiva, 
 Que el mundo vio, ni aim la vera cual esta. 
 
 Mas no se espere que yo aqui la escriba, 
 Sino en la parte quinta, en quien espero 
 Cantar con voz tan entonada y viva, 
 Que piensen que soy cisne, y que me muero.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 147 
 
 I turned me, and beheld the sweetest treat, 
 The most distressful too, most worth a tear, 
 The world e'er met with, or again shall meet ; 
 
 But do not think that I will tell it here, 
 
 But in the fifth part ; where I hope and plan 
 To sing with such a living voice and clear, 
 That men will take me for a dying swan !
 
 CAPITULO V. 
 
 Oyo el senor del humido tridente 
 
 Las plegarias de Apolo, y escucholas 
 Con alma tierna y corazon clemente. 
 
 Hizo de ojo, y dio del pie a las olas, 
 Y sin que lo entendiesen los poetas 
 En un punto hasta el cielo levantolas. 
 
 Y el por ocultas vias y secretas 
 Se agazapo debajo del navio, 
 Y uso con el de sus traidoras tretas. 
 
 Hirio con el tridente en lo vacio 
 Del buco, y el estomago le llena 
 De un copioso corriente amargo rio. 
 
 Advertido el peligro, al aire suena 
 Una confusa voz, la cual resulta 
 De otras mil que el temor forma y la pena. 
 
 Poco a poco el bajel pobre se oculta 
 En las entranas del ceruleo y cano 
 Vientrc, que tantas animas sepulta.
 
 CHAPTER V. 
 
 The lord, that wields the humid trident, heard 
 Apollo's prayers, and listened to his cries, 
 With tender bosom and a kind regard. 
 
 He slyly winked, and made the waves to rise 
 By dint of foot, and ere the poets knew, 
 They reared their curling crests to kiss the skies ; 
 
 And then, by secret paths and out of view, 
 
 He burrowed 'neath the ship, where, uncontrolled, 
 He better might his wicked plans pursue. 
 
 He struck his trident right into its hold, 
 
 And, through the wound, into its vacant womb 
 A rushing, roaring, briny current rolled. 
 
 A panic rose : and through the air did boom 
 
 Of fear and pain a multitudinous cry, [doom. 
 Which sprung from thousand lips that wailed their 
 
 The luckless barque sinks slowly from the eye, 
 Into the bosom of the hoary main, 
 Wherein so many souls sepulchred lie ;
 
 150 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Suben los llantos por el aire vano 
 De aquellos miserables, que suspiran 
 Por ver su irreparable fin cercano. 
 
 Trepan y suben por las jarcias, miran 
 Cual del navio es el lugar mas alto, 
 Y en el muchos se apinan y retiran. 
 
 La confusion, el miedo, el sobresalto 
 Les turba los sentidos, que imaginan 
 Que desta a la otra vida es grande el salto. 
 
 Con ningun medio ni remedio atinan; 
 Pero creyendo dilatar su muerte, 
 Algun tanto a nadar se determinan. 
 
 Saltan muchos al mar de aquella suerte ; 
 Que al charco de la orilla saltan ranas 
 Cuando el miedo 6 el ruido las advierte. 
 
 Hienden las olas del romperse canas, 
 Menudean las piernas y los brazos, 
 Aunque enfermos estan, y ellas no sanas. 
 
 Y en medio de tan grandes embarazos 
 La vista ponen en la amada orilla, 
 Deseosos de darla mil abrazos. 
 
 Y se yo bien, que la fatal cuadrilla 
 Antes que alH, holgara de hallarse 
 En el Compas famoso de Sevilla. 
 
 Que no tienen por gusto el ahogarse, 
 Discreta gente al parecer en esto; 
 Pero valioles poco el esforzarse ;
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 151 
 
 Up to the heavens rise the meanings vain 
 Of these poor wretches as they shriek aloud, 
 To see their end so certain and so plain ; 
 
 They clamber up by rigging and by shroud, 
 
 They seek the top-most point with desperate strife, 
 And cling together in a seething crowd ; 
 
 The flutter and the fear with horror rife 
 
 Confound their senses, as they vent the whim : 
 " How great the leap from this to t'other life!" 
 
 But close and closer comes the peril grim ; 
 And some, determined further out to spin 
 Their dying, make a bold resolve to swim ; 
 
 Into the sea they jump, to frogs akin, 
 
 Which make from bank to pond a jerking bound, 
 When fear assails them or some horrid din ; 
 
 They cleave the waves and cast the foam around, 
 They ply their legs and arms with effort sore, 
 Though feeble these, and those in no wise sound ; 
 
 And as they toil, on to the wished- for shore 
 Their straining eyes with eager longing pass, 
 Fain would they give it thousand hugs and more. 
 
 Full well I know that this doomed crew, alas ! 
 
 Had they the chance, with bounding joy would haste 
 To tread again Se villa's famed Compas ! 
 
 For drowning, certes, doth not suit their taste, 
 In this their great discretion may be seen, 
 But all in vain their waning strength they waste.
 
 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Que el padre de las aguas echo el resto 
 De su rigor, mostrandose en su carro 
 Con rostro airado y ademan funesto. 
 
 Cuatro delfines, cada cual bizarro, 
 Con cuerdas hechas de tejidas ovas 
 Le tiraban con furia y con desgarro. 
 
 Las ninfas en sus humidas alcobas 
 Sienten tu rabia, 6 vengativo nume, 
 Y de sus rostros la color les robas. 
 
 El nadante poeta que presume 
 Llegar a la ribera defendida, 
 Sus ayes pierde y su teson consume ; 
 
 Que su corta carrera es impedida 
 De las agudas puntas del tridente, 
 Entonces fiero y aspero homicida. 
 
 Quien ha visto muchacho diligente 
 Que en goloso a si mesmo sobrepuja, 
 Que no hay comparacion mas conveniente, 
 
 Picar en el sombrero la granuja, 
 
 Que el hallazgo le puso alii 6 la sisa, 
 Con punta alfileresca, 6 ya de aguja ; 
 
 Pues no con menor gana, 6 menor prisa 
 Poetas ensartaba el nume airado 
 Con gusto infame, y con dudosa risa. 
 
 En carro de cristal venia sentado, 
 La barba luenga y llena de marisco, 
 Con dos gruesas lampreas coronado.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 153 
 
 For now the briny Sire his rigour keen 
 
 Will show, and in his car, in state arrayed, 
 He shows his fiery face, and threatening mien ; 
 
 Four Dolphins, each the lustiest of their grade, 
 With cords of sea-weed spun with cunning art, 
 Drag it along with fierce fanfarronade ; 
 
 The nymphs within their humid alcoves start, 
 O vengeful Sea-god, when they feel thine ire, 
 Pale grow their ruddy cheeks beneath thy smart ! 
 
 The swimming poet, who with keen desire 
 Would plant his foot on the forbidden shore, 
 Pants all in vain, and spends his flickering fire ; 
 
 For on the trident's points, full sharp and sore 
 A homicidal weapon then, I ween 
 He ends his short career, and swims no more. 
 
 Hast ever watched an urchin, brisk and keen, 
 Himself o'ertopping in his greedy glow 
 More apt comparison hath never been 
 
 Spike in his cap the grape-pips all a-row, 
 Which honest find or filching placed therein, 
 With point of needle, or hair-pin, or so ? 
 
 With no less pleasure, no less lusty din, 
 Did Neptune spit the poets in his hate, 
 With shameless gusto, and a dubious grin. 
 
 Upon a crystal car he sat in state, 
 With flowing beard, all crisp with shells marine, 
 While two fat lampreys crowned his ample pate :
 
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 Hacian de sus barbas firme aprisco 
 
 La almeja, el morsillon, pulpo y cangrejo, 
 Cual le suelen hacer en pena 6 risco. 
 
 Era de aspecto venerable y viejo ; 
 De verde, azul y plata era el vestido, 
 Robusto al parecer y de buen rejo ; 
 
 Aunque como enojado, denegrido 
 
 Se mostraba en el rostro ; que la sana 
 Asi turba el color como el sentido. 
 
 Airado contra aquellos mas se ensana 
 Que nadan mas, y saleles al paso, 
 Juzgando a gloria tan cobarde hazana. 
 
 En esto, j oh nuevo y milagroso caso, 
 Dino de que se cuente poco a poco, 
 Y con los versos de Torcato Taso! 
 
 Hasta aqui no he invocado, ahora invoco 
 Vuestro favor, 6 musas, necessario 
 Para los altos puntos en que toco. 
 
 Descerrajad vuestro mas rico almario, 
 Y el aliento me dad que el caso pide, 
 No humilde, no ratero ni ordinario. 
 
 Las nubes hiende, el aire pisa y mide 
 La hermosa Venus Acidalia, y baja 
 Del cielo, que ninguno se lo impide. 
 
 Traia vestida de pardilla raja 
 
 Una gran saya entera, hecha al uso, 
 Quele dice muy bien, cuadra y encaja.
 
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 Amongst his locks there nestled all serene 
 The muscle, limpet, crab and polypus, 
 Just as on reef or rock they may be seen ; 
 
 He was of old aspect and ponderous, 
 
 With robes of green, and blue, and silvery white, 
 And seemed robust withal, and vigorous ; 
 
 Being irate, his visage to the sight 
 
 Appeared a swarthy black, for rage indeed, 
 That fires the reason, turns the colour quite. 
 
 Against the stoutest swimmers doth he speed, 
 And, as he passes, ploughs them down in ire, 
 And counts as glory such a coward deed. 
 
 Now doth a new and wondrous thing transpire, 
 Most worthy to be sung with great parade, 
 And to the music of Torquato's lyre ! 
 
 Till now have I no invocation made, 
 
 But here, O Muses, I invoke your grace, 
 The lofty theme I touch demands your aid ; 
 
 Unlock and ope your richest treasure-case, 
 
 Clothe me with strength for this event so rare, 
 Not mean, nor vulgar, nay, nor common-place. 
 
 The clouds are rent, and, poising in the air, 
 From heaven descends, unhindered on the way, 
 The Venus Acidalia, wondrous fair ! 
 
 She comes arrayed in dress of sack-cloth grey, 
 A goodly gown that wrapped her o'er and o'er, 
 And fair and square, as people quaintly say ;
 
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 Luto que por su Adonis se le puso, 
 Luego que el gran colmillo del berraco 
 A atravesar sus ingles se dispuso. 
 
 A fe que si el mocito fuera Maco, 
 
 Que el guardara la cara al colmilludo, 
 Que dio a su vida y su belleza saco. 
 
 O valiente garzon, mas que sesudo, 
 ,:C6mo estando avisado, tu mal tomas, 
 Entrando en trance tan horrendo y crudo? 
 
 En esto las mansisimas palomas 
 Que el carro de la diosa conducian 
 Por el llano del mar, y por las lomas, 
 
 Por unas y otras partes discurrian, 
 
 Hasta que con Neptuno se encontraron, 
 Que era lo que buscaban y querian. 
 
 Los dioses que se ven, se respetaron, 
 Y haciendo sus zalemas a lo moro, 
 De verse juntos en extreme holgaron. 
 
 Guardaronse real grave decoro, 
 Y procure Ciprinia en aquel punto 
 Mostrar de su belleza el gran tesoro. 
 
 Ensancho el verdugado, y diole el punto 
 Con ciertos puntapies que fueron coces 
 Para el dios que las vio y quedo difunto. 
 
 Un poeta llamado DON QyiNCOCES 
 Andaba semivivo en las saladas 
 Ondas, dando gemidos y no voces.
 
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 Mourning which she for her Adonis wore, 
 
 What time his groin received the slanting blow 
 From the huge tusk of that most savage boar : 
 
 Had but the stripling bearded been, I know, 
 That tusky one had thrust at him in vain, 
 Nor ta'en his life, nor laid his beauty low ! 
 
 O youth, of greater hardihood than brain, 
 
 Why, shunning counsel, didst thy fate pursue, 
 Courting a risk so monstrous and insane ? 
 
 Now came the softest doves that ever flew, 
 Guiding the chariot of that goddess blest, 
 By plain and steep across the ocean blue ; 
 
 They hurried hither, thither, without rest, 
 Until they met with Neptune on the main, 
 The wished-for object of their eager quest. 
 
 The immortals, as they met, to greet were fain, 
 And making their salaams in Moorish way, 
 Expressed their joy at meeting once again ; 
 
 With royal gravity their part they play, 
 And at this point the Cyprian had a mind 
 The cream of all her beauty to display ; 
 
 She spread her ample skirts before, behind, 
 
 And with her twinkling toes gave kicks outright 
 At the rapt god, who saw them and grew blind. 
 
 A certain poet, DON QlJINCOCES hight, 
 Was swimming half-alive amid the brine, 
 Sputtering out groans, not words, with all his might;
 
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 Con todo dijo en mal articuladas 
 Palabras : O senora, la de Pafo, 
 Y de las otras dos islas nombradas, 
 
 Muevate a compasion el verme gafo 
 De pies y manos, y que ya me ahogo, 
 En otras linfas que las del Garrafo. 
 
 Aqui sera mi pira, aqui mi rogo, 
 Aqui sera QyiNCOCES sepultado, 
 Que tuvo en su crianza pedagogo. 
 
 Esto dijo el mezquino, esto escuchado 
 Fue de la diosa con ternura tanta, 
 Que volvio a componer el verdugado. 
 
 Y luego en pie y piadosa se levanta, 
 Y poniendo los ojos en el viejo, 
 Desembudo la voz de la garganta. 
 
 Y con cierto desden y sobrecejo, 
 Entre enojada y grave y dulce, dijo 
 Lo que al humido dios tuvo perplejo. 
 
 Y aunque no fue su razonar prolijo, 
 Todavia le trujo a la memoria 
 Hermano de quien era y de quien hijo. 
 
 Representole cuan pequena gloria 
 Era llevar de aquellos miserables 
 El triunfo infausto y la cruel vitoria. 
 
 El dijo : Si los hados imnudables 
 No hubieran dado la fatal sentencia 
 Destos en su ignorancia siempre estables,
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 159 
 
 At length he said with stuttering speech and whine: 
 "O lady, thou of Paphos, and of two 
 More islands still, becrowned with fame divine ! 
 
 My cramped condition now with pity view 
 In hand and foot, for see I sink forlorn 
 And drown in floods the Karaaf never knew ; 
 
 Here shall my pyre be lit ; here, to my scorn, 
 QUINCOCES shall lie buried in the main, 
 Who had a pedagogue when he was born ! " 
 
 So said the hapless one ; and not in vain 
 The goddess listened to his tale complete, 
 As she arranged her much disordered train ; 
 
 And presently she started to her feet, 
 And, glancing at the victim of the rod, 
 She cleared her throat to make her voice more sweet; 
 
 And with a certain supercilious nod, 
 
 Irate, and grave, and gracious all in one, 
 She said what much perplexed the humid god : 
 
 And though her arguments were not long-spun, 
 She yet contrived to bring before his mind 
 What god he was, whose brother and whose son ! 
 
 "What glory," quoth she, "dost thou hope to find 
 In cruel triumphs, of so little weight, 
 Over these wretches, feeblest of their kind ! " 
 
 "Had not the Fates," he said, "with changeless hate 
 Pronounced a fatal sentence on this band, 
 Whose ignorance is fixed and obstinate,
 
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 Una brizna no mas de tu presencia 
 Que viera yo, bellisima senora, 
 Fuera de mi rigor la resistencia. 
 
 Mas ya no puede ser, que ya la hora 
 Llego donde mi blanda y mansa mano 
 Ha de mostrar que es dura y vencedora. 
 
 Que estos de proceder siempre inhumane, 
 En sus versos ban dicho cien mil veces : 
 Azotando las aguas del mar cano. 
 
 Ni azotado, ni viejo me pareces, 
 Replico Venus, y el le dijo a ella : 
 Puesto que me enamoras, no enterneces ; 
 
 Que de tal modo la fatal estrella 
 Influye destos tristes, que no puedo 
 Dar felice despacho a tu querella. 
 
 Del querer de los hados solo un dedo 
 No me puedo apartar, ya tu lo sabes, 
 Ellos ban de acabar, y ha de ser cedo. 
 
 Primero acabaras que los acabes, 
 Le respondio madama, la que tiene 
 De tantas voluntades puerta y Haves ; 
 
 Que aunque el hado feroz su muerte ordene, 
 El modo no ha de ser a tu contento, 
 Que muchas muertes el morir contiene, 
 
 Turbose en esto el liquido elemento, 
 De nuevo renovose la tormenta, 
 Soplo mas vivo y mas apriesa el viento.
 
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 A single thread held by thy gentle hand, 
 Linking me, fairest lady, unto thee, 
 Might curb my ruthlessness and make it bland ! 
 
 But now it cannot ; for the hour I see, 
 
 When this soft hand of mine must show again 
 How masterful and cruel it can be ! 
 
 For hundred thousand times, in savage strain, 
 
 Have these bold rhymesters sang most spitefully : 
 Lashing the waters of the hoary main ! 
 
 " Nor lashed, nor hoary, dost thou seem to me ! " 
 Responded Venus, and to her he said : 
 " Though deep in love, yet bland I must not be ; 
 
 For with such menace doth the star of dread 
 Hang o'er these wretches, that I cannot do 
 Thy bidding now, nor please thee on this head ; 
 
 What the Fates will thou know'st I must pursue, 
 Nor swerve one jot, so, please thee or displease, 
 They must succumb and that right quickly too ! " 
 
 "Thou shalt succumb thyself, ere thou make these !" 
 Rejoined milady with no small disdain, 
 Who of so many hearts holds gate and keys, 
 
 " For though ferocious Fate their death ordain, 
 The manner of it doth not rest with you, 
 For Death itself doth many deaths contain ! " 
 
 On this the sullen waters restless grew, 
 Afresh the tempest gathered in the sky, 
 And wild and wilder still the strong winds blew ; 
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 La hambrienta mesnada, y no sedienta, 
 Se rinde al huracan recien venido, 
 Y por mas no penar muere contenta. 
 
 ; Oh raro caso y por jamas oido, 
 
 Ni visto ! Oh nuevas y admirables trazas 
 De la gran reina obedecida en Gnido ! 
 
 En un instante el mar, de calabazas 
 Se vio cuajado, algunas tan potentes, 
 Que pasaban de dos y aun de tres brazas. 
 
 Tambien hinchados odres y valientes, 
 Sin deshacer del mar la blanca espuma, 
 Nadaban de mil talks diferentes. 
 
 Esta trasmutacion fue hecha en suma 
 Por Venus de los languidos poetas, 
 Porque Neptuno hundirlos no presuma. 
 
 El cual le pidio a Febo sus saetas, 
 Cuya arma arrojadiza desde aparte 
 A Venus defraudara de sus tretas. 
 
 Negoselas Apolo ; y veis do parte 
 Enojado el vejon con su tridente, 
 Pensandolos pasar de parte a parte ; 
 
 Mas este se resbala, aquel no siente 
 La herida, y dando esguince se desliza, 
 Y el queda de la colera impaciente. 
 
 En esto Boreas su furor atiza, 
 Y lleva antecogida la manada, 
 Que con la de los cerdos simboliza.
 
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 The hungry crew, not thirsty then, trow I, 
 Cowered as the hurricane came o'er the scene, 
 And to be rid of pain were glad to die. 
 
 O rare event, till now nor heard nor seen ! 
 O new invention, dreamed not of before, 
 The work of her whom Gnidus hails as queen ! 
 
 For in a trice the sea seemed curdled o'er 
 
 With pumpkins, some as stout as stout could be, 
 That had a girth of twenty feet or more ; 
 
 And bladders too went floating jauntily 
 About, of every fancied form and size, 
 Breasting the white foam of the curling sea ; 
 
 These were the poor weak poets in disguise, 
 Transmuted then by Venus, in such phase 
 That Neptune might not drown them by surprise. 
 
 In wrath to Phoebus for his shafts he prays, 
 That he, with cunning shots and stealthy too, 
 Might frustrate Venus and her tricksome ways. 
 
 Phoebus declines ; and now the old one view, 
 How with his trident, sailing round and round, 
 He tries to prick and pierce them through and 
 
 But this recoiled, and that felt not the wound, [through; 
 But with a sidling motion sought the shore ; 
 Gods ! how the wrathful ancient fumed and frowned ! 
 
 Now woke up Boreas with a furious roar, 
 And drove before his blast that rabble rough, 
 That seemed like squeaking brood of bristly boar.
 
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 Pidioselo la diosa aficionada 
 
 A que vivan poetas zarabandos, 
 De aquellos de la seta almidonada : 
 
 De aquellos blancos, tiernos, dukes, blandos, 
 De los que por mementos se dividen 
 En varias setas y en contraries bandos. 
 
 Los contrapuestos vientos se comiden 
 A complacer la bella rogadora, 
 Y con un solo aliento la mar miden : 
 
 Llevando la piara grunidora, 
 
 En calabazas y odres convertida, 
 A los reinos contrarios del aurora. 
 
 Desta duke semilla referida, 
 
 Espana, verdad cierta, tanto abunda, 
 Que es por ella estimada y conocida. 
 
 Que aunque en armas y en letras es fecunda 
 Mas que cuantas provincias tiene el suelo, 
 Su gusto en parte en tal semilla funda. 
 
 Despues desta mudanza que hizo el cielo, 
 O Venus, 6 quien fuese, que no importa 
 Guardar puntualidad como yo suelo, 
 
 No veo calabaza, 6 luenga 6 corta, 
 Que no imagine que es algun poeta 
 Que alii se estrecha, encubre, encoge, acorta. 
 
 Pues que cuando veo un cuero (j oh mal discreta 
 Y vana fantasia, asi enganada, 
 Que a tanta liviandad estas sujcta !)
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 165 
 
 The art-devoted goddess cried : Enough ! 
 Begged he would spare the poets zaraband, 
 The jaunty ones, those of the starch and ruff, 
 
 The gay, the tender, honied and the bland, 
 Those who, because they cannot well agree, 
 Split up at times, and combat band with band ! 
 
 The winds of every quarter join with glee 
 To grant the lovely plaintiff her request, 
 And with a single breath calm down the sea ; 
 
 Which bears the grunting herd upon its breast, 
 In shape of pumpkins and of bladders light, 
 On to the distant kingdoms of the west. 
 
 Of this sweet seed, whose fortunes I recite, 
 Spain, of a truth, hath such an ample store 
 That she thereby is known and gives delight ; 
 
 For though in arms and letters fertile more 
 Than any other province of the earth, 
 To this in part she owes her tuneful lore. 
 
 Since that great transformation which had birth 
 In Heaven, or Venus, or some source akin 
 A nice exactness here has little worth 
 
 I never see a pumpkin, stout or thin, 
 But I imagine some poetic wight 
 Lies curled up, cabined, cribbed, confined within ; 
 
 Then when I see a bladder, to what height, 
 O fancy, dost thou soar, how dost thou flout, 
 Becoming, sooth to say, a wanton light !
 
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 Pfenso que el piezgo de la boca atada 
 Es la faz del poeta, transformado 
 En aquella figura mal hinchada, 
 
 Y cuando encuentro algun poeta honrado, 
 Digo, poeta firme y valedero, 
 Hombre vestido bien y bien calzado, 
 
 Luego se me figura ver un cuero, 
 O alguna calabaza, y desta suerte 
 Entre contrarios pensamientos muero; 
 
 Y no se si lo yerre, 6 si lo acierte, 
 
 En que a las calabazas y a los cueros, 
 Y a los poetas trate de una suerte. 
 
 Cernicalos que son lagartijeros 
 
 No esperen de gozar las preeminencias 
 Que gozan gavilanes no pecheros. 
 
 Piiestas en paz ya las diferencias 
 
 De Delio, y los poetas transformados 
 En tan vanas y huecas apariencias, 
 
 Los mares y los vientos sosegados, 
 Sumergiose Neptuno mal contento 
 En sus palacios de cristal labrados. 
 
 Las mansisimas aves por el viento 
 Volaron, y a la bella Cipriana 
 Pusieron en su reino a salvamento. 
 
 Y en senal que del triunfo quedo ufana, 
 Lo que hasta alii nadie acabo con ella, 
 Del luto se quito la saboyana,
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 167 
 
 For in its mouthlet, puckered all about, 
 I seem to see loom out some poet's face, 
 Transformed into that figure ill-blown out ! 
 
 And when I meet some poet of the place, 
 A so-called honoured, solid one, say I, 
 A rhymester trimly clad, and shod with grace, 
 
 It seems to me a bladder I espy, 
 
 Or else a pumpkin, and I feel inclined 
 
 'Mid these conflicting thoughts, to faint and die ! 
 
 Say am I too acute, or am I blind, 
 
 These pumpkins, bladders, poets to array 
 As natural products of the self-same kind ? 
 
 The low-bred kites, that on the lizards prey, 
 Must not expect to share the lofty prize 
 With the free falcons, soaring as they may ! 
 
 Apollo's griefs now settled in this wise, 
 
 The weakly poets, saved from watery graves, 
 Changed into vain and hollow mockeries, 
 
 The winds now hushed, and peaceful all the waves, 
 Neptune plunged down, with discontented mind, 
 And sought a refuge in his crystal caves. 
 
 The soft sweet doves took wing before the wind, 
 And o'er the silvery sea did Venus glide, 
 And reached her kingdom, leaving care behind. 
 
 And as a proof her triumph gave her pride, 
 What up till now she had declined to do 
 She straightway put her mourning gown aside ;
 
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 Quedando en cueros tan briosa y bella, 
 Que se supo despues que Marte anduvo 
 Todo aquel dia y otros dos tras ella. 
 
 Todo el cual tiempo el escuadron estuvo 
 Mirando atento la fatal ruina, 
 Que la canalla transformada tuvo. 
 
 Y viendo despejada la marina, 
 Apolo, del socorro mal venido, 
 De dar fin al gran caso determina. 
 
 Pero en aquel instante un gran ruido 
 Se oyo, con que la turba se alboroza, 
 Y pone vista alerta y presto oido. 
 
 Y era quien le formaba una carroza 
 Rica, sobre la cual venia sentado 
 El grave DON LORENZO DE MENDOZA, 
 
 De su felice ingenio acompanado, 
 De su mucho valor y cortesia, 
 Joyas inestimables, adornado. 
 
 PEDRO JUAN DE REJAULE le seguia 
 En otro coche, insigne valenciano 
 Y grande defensor de la poesia. 
 
 Sentado viene a su derecha mano 
 JUAN DE SOLIS, mancebo generoso, 
 De raro ingenio, en verdes anos cano. 
 
 Y JUAN DE CARVAJAL, dotor famoso, 
 Les hace tercio, y no por ser pesado 
 Dejan de hacer su curso presuroso.
 
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 And shone in Nature's garb so bright of hue, 
 That Mars, as afterwards it came to light, 
 Pursued her all that day, and other two. 
 
 All of which time the squadron stood in sight, 
 Gazing upon the fatal wreckage there, 
 Which left that vulgar mob transmuted quite ; 
 
 And when Apollo saw the sea was bare 
 Of these unwelcome allies, far and near, 
 He made resolve to end the grand affair. 
 
 But hark ! a rumbling sound strikes on the ear, 
 Whereat the crowd is moved like troubled wave, 
 And keep their ears erect, and vision clear ! 
 
 It was a splendid chariot that gave 
 
 Such clattering noise, wherein there sat in state 
 LORENZO DE MENDOZA, wise and grave ; 
 
 Attended by his happy wit and great, 
 Adorned with worth and courtesy refined, 
 Most precious jewels, and of sterling weight. 
 
 Within another coach there rode behind 
 JUAN DE REJAULE, that Valencian brig 
 A poet he, and bulwark of his kind ; 
 
 JUAN DE SOLIS was seated at his right, 
 A generous youth with rare wit at his call, 
 And in his tender years a shining light ; 
 
 That famous Doctor, JUAN DE CARVAJAL, 
 Made up the third; though ponderous his weight 
 They lessened not their eager speed at all ;
 
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 Porque el divino ingenio al levantado 
 
 Valor de aquestos tres que el coche encierra, 
 
 No hay impedirle monte ni collado. 
 Pasan volando la empinada sierra, 
 
 Las nubes tocan, llegan casi al cielo, 
 
 Y alegres pisan la famosa tierra. 
 Con este mismo honroso y grave celo, 
 
 BARTOLOME DE MOLA Y GABRIEL LASO 
 
 Llegaron a tocar del monte el suelo. 
 Honra las altas cimas de Parnaso 
 
 DON DlEGO, que de SlLVA tiene el nombre, 
 
 Y por ellas alegre tiende el paso. 
 A cuyo ingenio y sin igual renombre 
 
 Toda ciencia se inclina y le obedece, 
 
 Y le levanta a ser mas que de hombre. 
 Dilatanse las sombras, y descrece 
 
 El dia, y de la noche el negro manto 
 
 Guarnecido de estrellas aparece. 
 Y el escuadron que habia esperado tanto 
 
 En pie, se rinde al sueno perezoso 
 
 De hambre y sed, y de mortal quebranto. 
 Apolo entonces poco luminoso, 
 
 Dando hasta los antipodas un brinco, 
 
 Siguio su accidental curso forzoso. 
 Pero primero licencio a los cinco 
 
 Poetas titulados a su ruego, 
 
 Que lo pidieron con extrano ahinco,
 
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 For neither hillock small nor mountain great 
 Could check the wit divine or valour spoil 
 Of those brave three who in the carriage sate ; 
 
 They pass the topmost ridge with winged toil, 
 They cleave the clouds, they almost touch the sky, 
 And press with joyful feet the famous soil. 
 
 With like distinguished zeal, and earnest eye, 
 BARTOLOME DE MOLA climbs the height, 
 While GABRIEL LASO with his friend doth vie. 
 
 Then DON DlEGO, he DE SlLVA hight, 
 Upon Parnassus' summit lighteth down, 
 And pays it honour with supreme delight ; 
 
 Before whose wit and unsurpassed renown 
 
 Each science bends, and gives him homage fine, 
 And decks his brow with more than mortal crown. 
 
 The shadows lengthen as the hours decline, 
 And, peeping through the sable cloak of night, 
 The twinkling stars with heightened lustre shine ; 
 
 The squadron, that had been on foot since light, 
 Sunk on the ground to sleep, as best they knew, 
 Hungry and thirsty and exhausted quite. 
 
 Apollo then, whose light to nothing grew, 
 To realms Antipodean gave a bound, 
 To follow there his fated course anew ; 
 
 But ere he parted he took leave profound 
 Of the five titled poets who were there, 
 And begged dismissal on most urgent ground ;
 
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 For parcccrks risa, burla y jucgo 
 Empresas semej antes ; y asi Apolo 
 Condescendio con sus deseos luego j 
 
 Que es el galan de Dafne unico y solo 
 En usar cortesia sobre cuantos 
 Descubre el nuestro y el contrario polo. 
 
 Del lobrego lugar de los espantos 
 Saco su hisopo el languido Morfeo, 
 Con que ha rendido y embocado a tantos. 
 
 Y del licor que dicen que es Leteo, 
 Que mana de la fuente del Olvido, 
 Los parpados bano a todos arreo. 
 
 El mas hambriento se quedo dormido : 
 Dos cosas repugnantes, hambre y sueno, 
 Privilegio a poetas concedido. 
 
 Yo quede en fin dormido como un leno, 
 Llena la fantasia de mil cosas, 
 Que de contallas mi palabra empeno, 
 For mas que sean en si dificultosas.
 
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 For only smiles, and jests, and laughter rare 
 Did such emprises kindle in their soul, 
 And so Apollo stooped to grant their prayer ; 
 
 For Daphne's gallant is unique and sole 
 In all the points of courtesy refined, 
 And reigns supreme therein from pole to pole. 
 
 Forth from the murky cave of horrors blind 
 Came languid Morpheus, sprinkler in his hand, 
 Wherewith he drugs the senses of mankind ; 
 
 And with the liquor of Lethean land, 
 
 Which from the fountain of Oblivion flows, 
 He bathed the eyelids of the wearied band. 
 
 The very hungriest sank to sound repose : 
 
 Hunger and sleep, two things repugnant quite, 
 A privilege the poet only knows. 
 
 At length I slept, and like a log, that night, 
 And of a thousand curious things did dream, 
 Which here I pledge mine honour to recite, 
 However strange or difficult they seem.
 
 CAPITULO VI. 
 
 De una de tres causas los ensuenos 
 
 Se causan, 6 los suenos, que este nombre 
 Les dan los que del bien hablar son duenos. 
 
 Primera, de las cosas de que el hombre 
 Trata mas de ordinario : la segunda 
 Quiere la medicina que se nombre 
 
 Del humor que en nosotros mas abunda : 
 Toca en revelaciones la tercera, 
 Que en nuestro bien mas que las dos redunda. 
 
 Dormi, y sone, y el sueno la tercera 
 Causa le dio principio suficiente 
 A mezclar el ahito y la dentera. 
 
 Suena el enfermo, a quien la fiebre ardientc 
 Abrasa las entranas, que en la boca 
 Tiene de las que ha visto alguna fuente. 
 
 Y el labio al fugitive cristal toca, 
 Y el dormido consuelo imaginado 
 Crece el deseo, y no la sed apoca.
 
 CHAPTER VI. 
 
 From one of causes three do night-mares spring, 
 Dreams, I should say, for such a name withal 
 To ears polite may have a finer ring. 
 
 The first concerneth matters that recal 
 Our daily life, our customary vein ; 
 The second physic wills that we should call 
 
 After the fullest humour we contain ; 
 The third with revelations hath to do, 
 Which touch our welfare more than t'other twain. 
 
 I slept and dreamed ; and from the third cause grew 
 My dreaming, which had ground enough, I trow, 
 In indigestion and tooth-rasping too. 
 
 The sick man dreameth, he whose fevered brow 
 Withers with fire, that near his mouth there flows 
 Some bubbling stream he knows and covets now ; 
 
 And while to sip its fleeting stream he goes, 
 His restless dreamy strivings are in vain, 
 His thirst he slakes not, and his longing grows.
 
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 Pelea el valentisimo soldado 
 
 Dormido, casi al modo que despierto 
 Se mostro en el combate fiero armado. 
 
 Acude el tierno amante a su concierto, 
 Y en la imaginacion dormido llega 
 Sin padecer borrasca a duke puerto. 
 
 El corazon el avariento entrega 
 En la mitad del sueno a su tesoro, 
 Que el alma en todo tiempo no le niega. 
 
 Yo, que siempre guarde el comun decoro 
 En las cosas dormidas y despiertas, 
 Pues no soy troglodita ni soy moro ; 
 
 De par en par del alma abri las puertas, 
 Y deje entrar al sueno por los ojos 
 Con premisas de gloria y gusto ciertas. 
 
 Goce durmiendo cuatro mil despojos, 
 Que los conte sin que faltase alguno, 
 De gustos que acudieron a manojos. 
 
 El tiempo, la ocasion, el oportuno 
 Lugar correspondian al efeto, 
 Juntos y por si solo cada uno. 
 
 Dos horas dormi, y mas a lo discrete, 
 Sin que imaginaciones ni pavores 
 El celebro tuviesen inquieto. 
 
 La suelta fantasia entre mil ilorcs 
 
 Me puso de un pradillo, que exhalaba 
 De Pancaya y Sabea los olores.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 177 
 
 The slumbering soldier fights his fights again, 
 And in his dreaming, as in waking, freaks, 
 He wields his trenchant blade, with might and 
 
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 The tender lover gains what he bespeaks, [main ; 
 For as he sleeps he nears the wished-for goal, 
 And without shipwreck makes the port he seeks ; 
 
 The dreaming miser, in his restless roll, 
 
 Wraps up his breast within his golden store, 
 Where for all time he hath consigned his soul. 
 
 I, who am ever decent at the core, 
 
 Alike in dreaming as in waking states, 
 Since I am neither Troglodyte nor Moor, 
 
 Did of my soul throw open wide the gates, 
 And through the eye-lids slumber entered in, 
 With glorious promise, spite of all the fates. 
 
 Asleep, four thousand triumphs did I win, 
 Which I could tell, without in any case 
 Missing one single joy that lurked therein ; 
 
 Time, opportunity, and fitting place, 
 Each by itself and all of them in one, 
 Produced effects of corresponding grace. 
 
 Two hours I slept, more soberly did none, 
 No elfish vapours, nor fantastic powers 
 Did through my quiet brain unbridled run ; 
 
 My loosened Fancy strayed mid thousand flowers, 
 Which decked a meadow fragrant with the scent 
 Of far Panchaian or Sabaean bowers ; 
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 178 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 El agradable sitio se llevaba 
 
 Tras si la vista, que durmiendo, viva, 
 Mucho mas que despierta se mostraba. 
 
 Palpable vi, mas no se si lo escriba, 
 
 Que a las cosas que tienen de imposibles 
 Siempre mi pluma se ha mostrado esquiva. 
 
 Las que tienen vislumbre de posibles, 
 De dukes, de siiaves y de ciertas 
 Explican mis borrones apacibles. 
 
 Nunca a disparidad abre las puertas 
 Mi corto ingenio, y hallalas contino 
 De par en par la consonancia abiertas. 
 
 ^Como puede agradar un desatino 
 Si no es que de proposito se hace, 
 Mostrandole el donaire su camino ? 
 
 Que entonces la mentira satisface 
 
 Cuando verdad parece, y esta escrita 
 
 Con gracia que al discrete y simple aplace. 
 
 Digo, volviendo al cuento, que infinita 
 Gente vi discurrir por aquel llano, 
 Con algazara placentera y grita : 
 
 Con habito decente y cortesano 
 Algunos, a quien dio la hipocresia 
 Vestido pobre, pero limpio y sano. 
 
 Otros de la color que tiene el dia 
 Cuando la luz primera se aparece 
 Entre las trenzas de la aurora fria.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 179 
 
 My straining vision roamed with great content 
 Athwart that beauteous spot, for dreaming sight 
 Hath, more than waking, range and wide extent. 
 
 What I distinctly saw I fear to write, 
 For things impossible to mortal ken 
 My prudish quill hath scruples to indite ; 
 
 What hath a gleam of possible to men, 
 
 The sweet, the smooth, the certain and the sound, 
 These are fit topics for my blundering pen. 
 
 My narrow wit hath ne'er its gates unbound 
 To things incongruous, but welcomes these 
 Which keep within the range of reason's bound. 
 
 How can Extravaganza hope to please, 
 Unless it hath some aim and purpose meet, 
 Where humour leads the way and sprightly ease ? 
 
 For Fiction then is conned with zest complete 
 When likest truth, and writ with fitting grace 
 To charm at once the simple and discreet ! 
 
 Returning to my tale : A countless race 
 I saw go up and down that meadow green, 
 With jocund clamour and with lightsome pace ; 
 
 Some clad in homely dress, of modish mien, 
 To which hypocrisy lent cunning show 
 Of poverty, but neat withal and clean ; 
 
 Others in colours which the day doth know, 
 When on the fresh Aurora's locks of gold 
 The earliest streak of light begins to glow.
 
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 La variada primavera ofrece 
 
 De sus varias colores la abundancia, 
 Con que a la vista el gusto alegre crece. 
 
 La prodigalidad, la exorbitancia 
 Campean juntas por el verde prado 
 Con galas que descubren su ignorancia. 
 
 En un trono del suelo levantado 
 
 (Do el arte a la materia se adelanta, 
 Puesto que de oro y de marfil labrado) 
 
 Una doncella vi, desde la planta 
 
 Del pie hasta la cabeza asi adornada, 
 Que el verla admira, y el oirla encanta. 
 
 Estaba en el con majestad sentada, 
 Giganta al parecer en la estatura, 
 Pero aunque grande, bien proporcionada. 
 
 Parecia mayor su hermosura 
 Mirada desde lejos, y no tanto 
 Si de cerca se ve su compustura : 
 
 Lleno de admiracion, colmo de espanto, 
 Fuse en ella los ojos, y vi en ella 
 Lo que en mis versos desmayados canto. 
 
 Yo no sabre afirmar si era doncella, 
 
 Aunque he dicho que si, que en estos casos 
 La vista mas aguda se atropella. 
 
 Son por la mayor parte siempre escasos 
 De razon los juicios maliciosos 
 En juzgar rotos los enteros vasos.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 181 
 
 The teeming Spring presents a wealth untold 
 Of varied hues, and with such beauty graced 
 The mind is charmed with what the eyes behold; 
 
 There prodigality and wanton waste, 
 Holding athwart the plain high revelry, 
 Make up in splendour what they lack in taste. 
 
 Upon a throne exalted very high, 
 
 (Where Art ruled matter with a power confest, 
 Wrought though it was in gold and ivory,) 
 
 A maid I saw, in such adornments dressed, 
 And eke in every part so wondrous bright, 
 The eye was ravished and the ear was blest. 
 
 She sat thereon with majesty bedight, 
 In stature, as it seemed, a giantess, 
 Of fine proportions though of towering height ; 
 
 With greater lustre shone her loveliness 
 
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 When seen from far, for as we nearer draw 
 Its power to fascinate grows strangely less. 
 
 Entranced with wonder, and o'erwhelmed with awe, 
 I fixed my gaze on her, and straight away 
 What now my trembling tongue would sing I saw : 
 
 If maid or no, I am not free to say, 
 
 Though I've affirmed it, for in such like case 
 The keenest sight may haply go astray ; 
 
 For almost ever those of spiteful race, 
 
 Who brand the vessels cracked that are entire, 
 Are scant of reason and devoid of grace.
 
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 Altaneros sus ojos y amorosos 
 
 Se mostraban con cierta mansedumbre, 
 Que los hacia en todo extreme hermosos. 
 
 Ora fuese artiflcio, ora costumbre, 
 Los rayos de su luz tal vez crecian, 
 Y tal vez daban encogida lumbre. 
 
 Dos ninfas a sus lados asistian, 
 
 De tan gentil donaire y apariencia, 
 Que miradas, las almas suspendian. 
 
 De la del alto trono en la presencia 
 Desplegaban sus labios en razones, 
 Ricas en suavidad, pobres en ciencia. 
 
 Levantaban al cielo sus blasones, 
 
 Que estaban por ser pocos 6 ningunos, 
 Escritos del olvido en los borrones. 
 
 Al duke murmurar, al oportuno 
 Razonar de las dos, la del asiento, 
 Que en belleza jamas le igualo alguno, 
 
 Luego se puso en pie, y en un momento 
 Me parecio que dio con la cabeza 
 Mas alia de las nubes, y no miento : 
 
 Y no perdio por esto su belleza, 
 
 Antes mientras mas grande, se mostraba 
 Igual su perfeccion a su grandeza : 
 
 Los brazos de tal modo dilataba, 
 Que de do nace adonde muere el dia 
 Los opuestos extremes alcanzaba.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 183 
 
 Bright as a hawk's, and full of amorous fire, 
 Her eyes had yet such winning softness too, 
 As made them beautiful beyond desire ; 
 
 Whether to artifice or habit due, 
 
 Their radiant flash at times would grow intense, 
 Then change to lustre of a mellower hue. 
 
 Beside her stood two nymphs of eminence, 
 Of such a lively air and sprightly mien, 
 As bound all hearts in wonder and suspense ; 
 
 To her who on the lofty throne was seen 
 
 They oped their lips, and forth their words did press 
 Rich in their sweetness, yet in wisdom mean ; 
 
 Her titles grand they laboured to express, 
 That stood for little or for naught, I trow, 
 In the blurred annals of forgetfulness ; 
 
 And as the twain did whisper soft and low 
 
 Their honied words, she, of the throne on high, 
 In beauty unsurpassed before or now, 
 
 Rose to her feet ; in twinkling of an eye. 
 It seemed as if her head would soar upright 
 To pierce the clouds ; in faith I do not lie ; 
 
 Yet not one tittle of her charms so bright 
 She lost thereby, for, without stint or stay, 
 She rose in beauty as she rose in height. 
 Her arms were lengthened out in such a way, 
 As if they would embrace all things that lie 
 Betwixt the springing and the dying day ;
 
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 La enfermedad llamada hidropesia 
 Asi le hincha el vientre, que parece 
 Que todo el mar caber en el podia. 
 
 Al modo destas partes asi crece 
 
 Toda su compostura ; y no por esto, 
 Cual dije, su hermosura desfallece. 
 
 Yo atcnito esperaba ver el resto 
 
 De tan grande prodigio, y diera un dedo 
 Por saber la verdad segura, y presto. 
 
 Uno, y no sabre quien, bien claro y quedo 
 Al oido me hablo, y me dijo : Espera, 
 Que yo decirte lo que quieres puedo. 
 
 Esta que ves, que crece de manera, 
 Que apenas tiene ya lugar do quepa, 
 Y aspira en la grandeza a ser primera ; 
 
 Esta que por las nubes sube y trepa 
 Hasta llegar al cerco de la luna 
 (Puesto que el modo de subir no sepa), 
 
 Es la que confiada en su fortuna 
 Piensa tener de la inconstante rueda 
 El eje quedo y sin mudanza alguna. 
 
 Esta que no halla mal que le suceda, 
 Ni le teme atrevida y arrogante, 
 Prodiga siempre, venturosa y leda, 
 
 Es la que con disinio extravagante 
 
 Dio en crecer poco a poco hasta ponerse, 
 Cual ves, en estatura de gigante.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 1 8 5 
 
 The so-called dropsy, that grave malady, 
 So bulged her stomach out, that all the sea 
 Might flow therein ; so did it strike mine eye. 
 
 Each part of all her frame in like degree 
 Seemed to increase in bulk, though verily 
 Her beauty, as I've said, ne'er ceased to be. 
 
 To wait the upshot of such prodigy 
 
 I stood enwrapt, and would have given my thumb 
 To know the certain truth, and speedily : 
 
 One, whom I know not, to my side did come 
 And said in clear and quiet whisper : "Stay, 
 Of all that thou would' st know this is the sum ! 
 
 She, whom thou seest increase in such a way, 
 That scarcely hath she further scope to grow. 
 And fain the highest part of all would play ; 
 
 She, who doth scale the clouds and upward go 
 The very circle of the moon to gain 
 Although her mode of flight we do not know 
 
 Is one who, of her better fortune vain, [fast 
 
 Would seek to check the inconstant wheel, and 
 Its axle fix, thus ever to remain. 
 
 She, who hath never felt misfortune's blast, 
 Nor fears it now, so daring proud is she, 
 Prodigal ever, lustful to the last, 
 
 Is one who, with ambition past degree, 
 Hath set herself to grow and ever grow, 
 Until she is the giantess we see ;
 
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 No dcja de crecer por no atreverse 
 
 A emprender las hazanas mas notables, 
 Adonde puedan sus extremes verse. 
 
 ^No has oido decir los memorables 
 Arcos, anfiteatros, templos, banos, 
 Termas, porticos, muros admirables, 
 
 Que a pesar y despecho de los anos, 
 Aun duran sus reliquias y entereza, 
 Haciendo al tiempo y a la muerte enganos ? 
 
 Yo respond! : Por mi ninguna pieza 
 Desas que has dicho, dejo de tenella 
 Clavada y remachada en la cabeza. 
 
 Tengo el sepulcro de la viuda bella, 
 Y el coloso de Rodas alii junto, 
 Y la lanterna que sirvio de estrella. 
 
 Pero vengamos de quien es al punto 
 Esta, que lo deseo. Harase luego, 
 Me respondio la voz en bajo punto. 
 
 Y prosiguio, diciendo: A no estar ciego 
 Hubieras visto ya quien es la dama ; 
 Pero en fin, tienes el ingenio lego. 
 
 Esta que hasta los cielos se encarama, 
 Prenada, sin saber como, del viento, 
 Es hija del Deseo y de la Fama. 
 
 Esta fue la ocasion y el instrumento 
 En todo y parte de que el mundo viese 
 No siete maravillas, sino ciento.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 187 
 
 And, to increase her growth she is not slow 
 To bring her great achievements to the light, 
 Whence her extreme of daring men may know ! 
 
 Hast never heard of those famed works of might, 
 The arches, amphitheatres, and fanes, 
 Baths, porticoes, and walls of towering height, 
 
 Which stand entire, or show their vast remains, 
 In spite of gathering years, and seem to hold 
 Those fell destroyers, Time and Death, in chains?" 
 
 " No scrap," quoth I, "of what thou now hast told, 
 But I do hold it in my memory right, 
 Well nailed and rivetted from days of old ! 
 
 I have the lovely widow's tomb in sight, 
 
 With Rhodes' Colossus in the self-same row, 
 And eke its lanthorn with the starry light ! 
 
 But come we to the point I long to know : 
 
 Who may she be?" "Be of an easy mind ! " 
 Responded he with acrid voice and low, 
 
 "I'll tell thee presently; but, wert not blind, 
 
 Thou wouldst ere now have recognized the dame, 
 But, sooth, thy layman's wit doth lag behind ! 
 
 She, who to heaven soareth like a flame, 
 
 Pregnant, she knows not how, yet by the wind, 
 Is the true daughter of Desire and Fame ; 
 
 To her, in whole or part, must be assigned 
 
 The cause why in this world we can, and may, 
 Not seven wonders but a hundred find.
 
 1 8 8 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Corto numero es ciento : aunque dijese 
 Cien mil y mas millones, no imagines 
 Que en la cuenta del numero excediese. 
 
 Esta condujo a memorables fines 
 Edificios que asientan en la tierra, 
 Y tocan de las nubes los confines. 
 
 Esta tal vez ha levantado guerra, 
 Donde la paz suave reposaba, 
 Que en limites estrechos no se encierra. 
 
 Cuando Mucio en las llamas abrasaba 
 El atrevido fuerte brazo y fiero, 
 Esta el incendio horrible resfriaba. 
 
 Esta arrojo al romano caballero 
 En el abismo de la ardiente cueva, 
 De limpio armado, y de luciente acero. 
 
 Esta tal vez con maravilla nueva 
 (De su ambiciosa condicion llevada) 
 Mil imposibles atrevida prueba. 
 
 Desde la ardiente Libia hasta la helada 
 Citia lleva la fama su memoria, 
 En grandiosas obras dilatada. 
 
 En fin, ella es la altiva Vanagloria, 
 Que en aquellas hazanas se entremete, 
 Que llevan de los siglos la vitoria. 
 
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 Ella misma a si misma se promete 
 Triunfos y gustos, sin tener asida 
 A la calva Ocasion por el copete.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 189 
 
 Short number is a hundred ; should I say 
 A hundred thousand millions, do not fear 
 That in the reckoning I go far astray. 
 
 She planned and finished, while the world did cheer, 
 Structures that sit enthroned on the ground, 
 And to the clouds their soaring summits rear ; 
 
 Full often hath she levied war around, 
 
 Where gentle peace lay couched with soft desire, 
 Because her limits had too small a bound ; 
 
 When 'mid the flames, and ready to expire, 
 Bold Mucius let consume his arm of might, 
 'Twas she that tempered down the dreadful fire ; 
 
 She gave the impulse to the Roman knight 
 To leap into the yawning gulf of flame, 
 Beclad with flashing steel and armour bright ! 
 
 Full often, borne away by lust of fame, 
 To tempt the impossible she daring goes, 
 And on some novel wonder stamps her name ; 
 
 From burning Lybia to the Scythian snows, 
 
 Her course is tracked by works immense and hoary, 
 Which Fame hath decked with titles grandiose ; 
 In fine, she is the arrogant Vainglory, 
 
 Who by her grand achievements stuns mankind, 
 And binds the ages to rehearse her story ! 
 Herself unto herself gives promise kind 
 Of triumphs and of joys ; and in her stress 
 She leaves bald Opportunity behind.
 
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 Su natural sustento, su bebida, 
 Es aire, y asi crece en un instante 
 Tanto, que no hay mcdida a su medida. 
 
 Aquellas dos del placido semblante 
 Que tiene a sus dos lados, son aquellas 
 Que sirven a la maquina de Atlante. 
 
 Su delicada voz, sus luces bellas, 
 Su humildad aparente, y las lozanas 
 Razones, que el amor se cifra en ellas, 
 
 Las hacen mas divinas que no humanas, 
 Y son (con paz escucha y con paciencia) 
 La Adulacion y la Mentira hermanas. 
 
 Estas estan contino en su presencia, 
 Palabras ministrandole al oido, 
 Que tienen de prudentes aparencia. 
 
 Y ella cual ciega del mejor sentido, 
 
 No ve que entre las flores de aquel gusto, 
 El aspid ponzonoso esta escondido. 
 
 Y asi arrojada con deseo injusto, 
 En cristalino vaso prueba y bebe 
 El veneno mortal, sin ningun susto. 
 
 Quien mas presume de advertido, pruebe 
 A dejarse adular, vera cuan presto 
 Pasa su gloria como el viento leve. 
 
 Esto escuchc, y en escuchando aquesto, 
 Dio un estampido tal la Gloria vana, 
 Que dio a mi suefio fin duke y molesto.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 191 
 
 Her natural food is air, her drink no less ; 
 So in a moment to such height she grows 
 That in her measure she is measureless ! 
 
 These at her side, with semblance of repose, 
 Are the attendants twain she most doth prize, 
 Who bear her Atlas-like where'er she goes ; 
 
 The thrilling voice, the brilliant beauteous eyes, 
 The seeming humbleness, the dulcet play 
 Of wanton words where passion hidden lies, 
 
 A god-like more than human source betray ; 
 
 In sooth they are with peace and patience hear 
 Falsehood and Flattery, twin sisters they. 
 
 They haunt her presence, and are ever near 
 
 With sweetly murmured words of high pretence, 
 That have a ring of wisdom to the ear ; 
 
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 And she, quite blind as to the finer sense, 
 Sees not the venomous asp that lurking lies 
 Beneath the seeming flowers of innocence ; 
 
 Stung with unhallowed craving, forth she hies 
 To taste the deadly poison in its glass 
 Of crystal pure, while flash her eager eyes ; 
 
 Yet, sooth to say, the wariest of his class, 
 
 Who drinks in flattery, finds, before he knows, 
 His glories vanish as the light winds pass! " 
 
 As rapt I listened, lo ! Vainglory rose, 
 
 And burst with an explosion wondrous loud, 
 That brought my sweet dream to a bitter close.
 
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 Y en esto descubriose la manana, 
 
 Vertiendo perlas y esparciendo flores, 
 Lozana en vista, y en virtud lozana. 
 
 Los dukes pequenuelos ruisenores 
 Con cantos no aprendidos le decian, 
 Enamorados della, mil amores. 
 
 Los silgueros el canto repetian, 
 
 Y las diestras calandrias entonaban 
 La musica que todos componian. 
 
 Unos del escuadron priesa se daban, 
 Porque no los hallase el dios del dia 
 En los forzosos actos en que estaban. 
 
 Y luego se asomo su senoria, 
 Con una cara de tudesco roja, 
 For los balcones de la aurora fria. 
 
 En parte gorda, en parte flaca y floja, 
 Como quien teme el esperado trance, 
 Donde verse vencido se le antoja. 
 
 En propio toledano y buen romance 
 Les dio los buenos dias cortesmente, 
 Y luego se apresto ai forzoso lance. 
 
 Y encima de un penasco puesto enfrente 
 Del escuadron, con voz sonora y grave 
 Esta oracion les hizo repente : 
 
 j Oh espiritus felices, donde cabe 
 La gala del decir, la sutileza 
 De la ciencia mas docta que se sabe ;
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 193 
 
 On this the morning rose without a cloud, 
 
 Arrayed with liquid pearls and scattering flowers, 
 Proud in her looks and of her virtue proud ; 
 
 The tiny nightingales within their bowers, 
 
 With self-taught song, to echo forth her praise, 
 Trilled forth their amorous notes in silvery showers; 
 
 Caught up the sound the linnets on their sprays, 
 The lightsome larks responded from the air, 
 And all in concert sung their morning lays ! 
 
 Some of the squadron started from their lair, 
 
 That the bright god of day they might not meet 
 In the constrained plight in which they were. 
 
 Now at the casements of Aurora sweet, 
 With face of Teuton ruddiness, I ween, 
 His lordship shewed himself in garb complete ; 
 
 On one side stout, on t'other limp and lean, 
 As one who waits the contest with dismay, 
 Wherein as vanquished he may soon be seen. 
 
 With courteous air he wished them all, good-day ! 
 In proper Spanish, and Toledan true, 
 And quick prepared him for the coming fray ; 
 
 Then from a hillock, with his host in view, 
 And with a voice that rang from side to side, 
 He made them this oration impromptu : 
 
 " O spirits fortunate, wherein reside 
 
 The gift of splendid speech, the subtle flow 
 Of untold wisdom gathered far and wide, 
 O
 
 194 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Donde en su propia natural belkza 
 Asiste la hermosa poesia 
 Entera de los pics a la cabeza ! 
 
 No consintais por vida vuestra y mia 
 
 (Mirad con que llaneza Apolo os habla), 
 Que triunfe esta canalla que porfia. 
 
 Esta canalla, digo, que se endiabla, 
 Que por darles calor su muchedumbre, 
 Ya su ruina, 6 ya la nuestra entabla. 
 
 Vosotros de mis ojos gloria y lumbre, 
 Paroles do mi luz de asiento mora, 
 Ya por naturaleza, 6 por costumbre, 
 
 Habeis de consentir que esta embaidora, 
 Hipocrita gentella se me atreva, 
 De tantas necedades inventora ? 
 
 Haced famosa y memorable prueba 
 De vuestro gran valor en este hecho, 
 Que a su castigo y vuestra gloria os lleva. 
 
 De justa indlgnacion armad el pecho, 
 Acometed intrcpidos la turba, 
 Ociosa, vagamunda y sin provecho. 
 
 No se os de nada, no se os de una burba 
 (Moneda berberisca, vil y baja) 
 De aquesta gente, que la paz nos turba. 
 
 El son de mas de una templada caja, 
 Y el del pifaro triste y la trompeta, 
 Que la colera sube, y flcma abaja,
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 195 
 
 To which fair poesy, with kindly glow, 
 Doth lend her native loveliness divine, 
 Perfect in all her parts from top to toe ! 
 
 Do not permit, upon your life and mine 
 
 (Mark how Apollo's speech is void of flowers) 
 That that vile crew should sully this fair shrine ; 
 
 That crew, I say, which girds its fiendish powers, 
 And with its countless hordes, inflamed with lies, 
 Prepares its ruin, or it may be ours ! 
 
 Ye, the fond pride and lustre of mine eyes, 
 
 The lanthorns where my light is wont to glow, 
 Whether by nature, or through exercise ! 
 
 Can ye consent that this brute herd and low, 
 This knavish, stupid, stuff-inventing race, 
 Should beard me here, and in my presence crow? 
 
 Give to your powerful arms such ample space, 
 That after ages may proclaim aloud 
 Your gathered glory, and their fell disgrace ; 
 
 With righteous wrath your stalwart breasts enshroud, 
 And charge with fury, that will never cease, 
 That lazy, vagabond, and useless crowd ! 
 
 Not worth a rush, not worth a burba piece, 
 Of Berber coins the very dross and scum 
 Should ye esteem these folk who spoil our peace ! 
 
 The sound of more than one bemuffled drum, 
 
 The fife's shrill shrieking, and the trumpet's blare, 
 That rouse up choler, and make terror dumb,
 
 196 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Asi os incite con vertud secreta, 
 Que despierte los animos dormidos 
 En la facion que tanto nos aprieta. 
 
 Ya retumba, ya llega a mis oidos 
 
 Del escuadron contrario el rumor grande, 
 Formado de confusos alaridos. 
 
 Ya es menester, sin que os lo ruegue 6 mande, 
 Que cada cual como guerrero experto, 
 Sin que por su capricho se desmande, 
 
 La crden guarde y militar concierto, 
 Y acuda a su deber como valiente 
 Hasta quedar, 6 vencedor, 6 muerto. 
 
 En esto por la parte de poniente 
 Parecio el escuadron casi infinite 
 De la barbara, ciega y pobre gente. 
 
 Alzan los nuestros al momento un grito 
 Alegre, y no medroso ; y gritan arma : 
 Arma resuena todo aquel distrito ; 
 Y aunque mueran, correr quieren al arma.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 197 
 
 Let these stir up your secret virtues rare, 
 As they arouse the courage, drown the fears 
 Of that vexatious swarm who wait us there ! 
 
 I hear the sound, it strikes upon mine ears, 
 The mighty clamour of the marching foe, 
 The hubbub wild of martial shouts and cheers ! 
 
 'Tis needful now, and that full well ye know, 
 That each one, with a seasoned warrior's eye, 
 Without allowing vain caprice to show, 
 
 Should order keep, and stand his comrades by, 
 And like a valiant man his duty do, 
 Resolved to conquer or at worst to die ! " 
 
 Then by the western side there rose to view 
 A marching squadron great as could be found, 
 Of barbarous rabble, blind and ragged too ; 
 
 Now from our host there rose a mighty sound, 
 A joyful, fearless shout : To arms ! they cry, 
 To arms ! re-echoes all the country round, 
 To arms ! To arms ! to do or else to die !
 
 CAPITULO VII. 
 
 Tu, beligera musa, tu que tienes 
 
 La voz de bronce y de metal la lengua, 
 Cuando a cantar del fiero Marte vienes : 
 
 Tu, por quien se aniquila siempre y mengua 
 El gran genero humano : tu, que puedes 
 Sacar mi pluma de ignorancia y mengua : 
 
 Tu, mano rota, y larga de mercedes, 
 Digo en hacellas ; una aqui te pido, 
 Que no hara que menos rica quedes. 
 
 La soberbia y maldad, el atrevido 
 Intento de una gente mal mirada 
 Ya se descubre con mortal ru'ido. 
 
 Dame una voz al caso acomodada, 
 Una sotil y bien cortada pluma, 
 No de aficion ni de pasion llevada, 
 
 Para que pueda referir en suma 
 Con purisimo y nuevo sentimiento, 
 Con verdad clara y entereza suma,
 
 CHAPTER VII. 
 
 f hou, martial Muse, who hast, attuned to wars, 
 The voice of sounding brass and clarion tongue, 
 What time thou sing'st the feats of savage Mars! 
 
 Thou, at whose call a countless human throng [bless 
 Consumes its strength away ! Thou, who canst 
 My foolish pen and make it wise and strong ! 
 
 Thou open hand, with favours and largesse 
 So fully fraught, O grant me one, I pray, 
 It will not make thy wealthy store the less ! 
 
 The perverse spirit, insolent display, 
 
 And bold designs of an ill-favoured race, 
 With din infernal seek the light of day ! 
 
 Give me a voice in keeping with the case, 
 A well-cut pen with facile point and fleet, 
 Exempt from prejudice or passion base, 
 
 That in one focus I may cause to meet 
 With chastest sentiment of novel kind, 
 With perfect frankness and with grasp complete,
 
 2oo Viaje del P am a so. 
 
 El contrapuesto y desigual intento 
 
 De uno y otro escuadron, que ardiendo en ira, 
 Sus banderas descoge al vago viento. 
 El del bando catolico, que mira 
 
 Al falso y grande al pie del monte puesto, 
 Que de subir al aha cumbre aspira ; 
 Con paso largo y ademan compuesto, 
 Todo el monte coronan, y se ponen 
 A la furia, que en loca ha echado el resto. 
 Las ventajas tantean, y disponen 
 Los animos valientes al asalto, 
 En quien su gloria y su venganza ponen. 
 De rabia lleno y de paciencia falto 
 Apolo, su bellisimo estandarte 
 Mando al momento levantar en alto. 
 Arbolole un marques, que el propio Marte 
 Su briosa presencia representa 
 Naturalmente, sin industria y arte. 
 Poeta celeberrimo y de cuenta, 
 
 Por quien y en quien Apolo soberano 
 Su gloria y gusto, y su valor aumenta. 
 En la insinia un cisne hermoso y cano, 
 Tan al vivo pintado, que dijeras, 
 La voz dcspide alegre al aire vano ; 
 Siguen al estandarte sus banderas 
 De gallardos alfcreces llevadas, 
 Honrosas por no estar todas enteras ;
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 201 
 
 The opposing projects, and conflicting mind 
 Of these two squadrons who, with furious cry, 
 Display their banners to the fitful wind. 
 
 The catholic band regards with steady eye 
 
 The spurious host that lines the mountain's base, 
 With foul intent to scale its summit high ; 
 
 In compact order, and with rapid pace, 
 
 They crown the hill, and to the rage insane 
 Of these insensates show determined face ; 
 
 They seize each coign of vantage, and maintain 
 Cool courage for the onset arrogant, 
 Where glory and revenge they hope to gain. 
 
 With rage o'erflowing, and of patience scant, 
 Apollo bids them, with a speedy hand, 
 His finest standard on the summit plant ; 
 
 Unfurled it is, and by a Marquis grand, 
 
 Whose lordly bearing Mars himself might own, 
 Nature's own gift that art can ne'er command ; 
 
 A poet he of mark, to fame well known, 
 In whom Apollo sees, with vigour rare, 
 Increase the strength and lustre of his throne ; 
 
 Thereon was limned a swan, so white and fair, 
 So painted to the life, that one might say 
 Its joyous cries woke up the listless air. 
 
 Behind the standard came a grand array 
 Of flags, by gallant ensigns borne on high, 
 For all the rents they show, more glorious they !
 
 2O2 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Las cajas a lo belico templadas 
 
 Al milite mas tardo vuelven presto, 
 De voces de metal acompanadas. 
 
 JERONIMO DE MORA llego en esto, 
 Pintor excelentisimo y poeta, 
 Apeles y Virgilio en un supuesto. 
 
 Y con la autoridad de una jineta 
 
 (Que de ser capitan le daba nombre) 
 Al caso acude y a la turba aprieta. 
 
 Y porqje mas se turbe y mas se asombre 
 El enemigo desigual yfiero, 
 Llego el gran BlEDMA de inmortal renombre. 
 
 Y con el CASPAR DE AviLA, primero 
 Secuaz de Apolo, a cuyo verso y pluma 
 Iciar puede envidiar, temer Sincere. 
 
 Llego JUAN DE MEZTANZA, cifra y suma 
 De tanta erudicion, donaire y gala, 
 Que no hay muerte ni edad que la consuma. 
 
 Apolo le arranco de Guatimala, 
 Y le trujo en su ayuda para ofensa 
 De la canalla en todo extremo mala. 
 
 Hacer milagros en el trance piensa 
 CEPEDA, y acompanale MEJIA, 
 Poetas dinos de alabanza inmensa. 
 
 Clansimo esplendor de Andalucia, 
 
 Y de la Mancha el sin igual GALINDO 
 Llego con majestad y bizarria.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 203 
 
 The tambours, mingling with the battle cry, 
 Give speed and vigour to each lagging son, 
 While the shrill bugles' pealings rend the sky. 
 
 Up doth JER6NIMO DE MORA run, 
 A painter exquisite, and poet sweet, 
 A Virgil and Apelles, rolled in one ; 
 
 He comes with hisjineta armed complete, 
 Distinction that bespeaks the captain's name 
 To give his aid and force the foe's retreat. 
 
 Still more to awe, and put to very shame 
 
 The pride of that fierce crowd, there hither sped 
 The grand B I ED MA of undying fame, 
 
 With GASPAR DE AVILA, a chief and head 
 Of Phoebus' body-guard, whose winged plume 
 Iciar might envy, and Sincerus dread. 
 
 JUAN DE MEZTANZA came, the very bloom 
 And sum of so much learning, wit, and grace, 
 That Death can touch it not, nor Time consume ; 
 
 Apollo gave him a distinguished place, 
 
 And had him brought from Guatimala's land, 
 To do despite to that detested race. 
 
 CEPEDA thinks to make a wondrous stand 
 In this encounter, and MEJIA too, 
 True poets both, who boundless praise command. 
 
 Now came GALINDO, peerless to the view, 
 La Mancha's star, and Andalusia's light, 
 Whose manly stride bespeaks his valour true.
 
 204 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 De la alta cumbre del famoso Pindo 
 Bajaron tres bizarros lusitanos, 
 A quien mis alabanzas todas rindo. 
 
 Con prestos pics y con valientes manos 
 Con FERNANDO CORREA DE LA CERDA, 
 Piso RODRIGUEZ LOBO monte y llanos. 
 
 Y porque Febo su razon no pierda, 
 
 El grande DON ANTONIO DE ATAIDE 
 Llego con furia alborotada y cuerda. 
 
 Las fuerzas del contrario ajusta y mide 
 Con las suyas Apolo, y determina 
 Dar la batalla, y la batalla pide. 
 
 El ronco son de mas de una bocina, 
 Instrumento de caza y de la guerra, 
 De Febo a los oidos se avecina. 
 
 Tiembla debajo de los pics la tierra 
 De infinites poetas oprimida, 
 Que dan asalto a la sagrada sierra. 
 
 El fiero general de la atrevida 
 
 Gente que trae un cuervo en su estandarte, 
 Es ARBOLANCHES, muso por la vida. 
 
 Puestos estaban en la baja partc, 
 
 Y en la cima del monte frente a frente 
 
 Los campos de quien tiembla el mismo Marte : 
 
 Cuando una, al parecer discreta gente, 
 Del catolico bando el enemigo 
 Se paso, como en numero de veinte.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 205 
 
 Came down from far-famed Pindus' lofty height 
 Three Lusitanians of consummate skill, 
 Who well may claim my highest praise by right ; 
 
 With ready feet, and with determined will, 
 CORREA DE LACERDA lighted there, 
 And with RODRIGUEZ LOBO trod the hill ; 
 
 And that Apollo might have force to spare, 
 ANTONIO DE ATAIDE joined the band, 
 Inflamed with ardour, wise as it was rare. 
 
 When Phoebus had the opposing forces scanned, 
 And weighed them with his own, he in his scorn 
 Resolves to fight, and battle doth demand ; 
 
 The hoarse rough sound of more than one shrill horn, 
 An instrument of chase and war, I trow, 
 On to Apollo's deafened ears is borne ; 
 
 The frightened earth begins to tremble now, 
 As countless poets tramp along the plain, 
 And rush to scale the sacred Mountain's brow. 
 
 The fierce commander of that daring train, 
 
 Whose standard bears the semblance of a Crow, 
 Is ARBOLANCHES^very rogue in grain. 
 
 So did these armies twain, one down below, 
 One at the mountain-top, stand face to face, 
 While Mars grew faint to see the fearsome show ; 
 
 When lo ! a troop, that seemed not void of grace, 
 In number twenty, left the Catholic band, 
 To swell the numbers of the spurious race.
 
 206 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Yo con los ojos su carrera sigo, 
 
 Y viendo el paradcro de su intento, 
 Con voz turbada al sacro Apolo digo : 
 
 cQue prodigio es aqueste ? Quc portento ? 
 O por mejor decir, ique mal agiiero, 
 Que asi me corta el brio y el aliento ? 
 
 Aquel transfuga que partio primero, 
 No solo por poeta le tenia, 
 Pero tambien por bravo churrullero. 
 
 Aquel lijero que tras el corria, 
 
 En mil corrillos en Madrid le he visto 
 Tiernamente habla en la poesia. 
 
 Aquel tercero que partio tan listo, 
 Por satirico necio y por pesado 
 Se que de todos fue siempre malquisto. 
 
 No puedo imaginar como ha llevado 
 Mercurio estos poetas en su lista. 
 Yo fui, respondio Apolo, el enganado ; 
 
 Que de su ingenio la primera vista 
 Indicios descubrio que serian buenos 
 Para facilitar esta conquista. 
 
 Senor, replique yo, crei que ajenos 
 Eran de las deidades los enganos, 
 Digo, enganarse en poco mas ni menos. 
 
 La prudencia que nace de los anos, 
 Y tiene por maestra la experiencia, 
 Es la deidad que advierte destos danos.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 207 
 
 With straining eyes I marked them on their course, 
 And when I saw the end of their intent, 
 I to Apollo cried with accents hoarse : 
 
 44 What prodigy is this, what strange event ? 
 Or better said, what omen big with bale, 
 That takes my breath away, and leaves me spent ? 
 
 That base deserter there, who first turned tail, 
 I reckoned him a bard, nor that alone, 
 But a brave twaddler on the largest scale ! 
 
 That light-toed one, who at his heels hath flown, 
 I've heard, in thousand circles of Madrid, 
 Trill out his verses with the tenderest tone ! 
 
 The third, who left with such uncommon speed, 
 Hath by the wise been ever ill-received, 
 Satiric fool, unbearable indeed ! 
 
 It is a thing not easily conceived 
 
 Why Mercury inscribed them on his roll ! " 
 "I" quoth Apollo, "was the one deceived; 
 
 At the first blush they gave such proofs of soul, 
 That worthy adjutants they seemed to me 
 To bring this emprise to the wished-for goal!" 
 
 44 My lord, I thought that deities were free 
 And safe from such deceptions," I replied, 
 44 1 mean deceptions in the least degree ! 
 
 The prudence, born of years and knowledge wide, 
 Is the divinity, within our ken, 
 That wards offsuch mfsjudgments from our side !"
 
 208 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Apolo respondio : Por mi conciencia, 
 
 Que no te entiendo, algo turbado y triste 
 For ver de aquellos veinte la insolencia. 
 
 Tu, sardo militar, LOFRASO, fuistc 
 Uno de aquellos barbaros corrientes, 
 Que del contrario el numero creciste. 
 
 Mas no por esta mengua los valientes 
 Del escuadron catolico temieron, 
 Poetas madrigados y excelentes. 
 
 Antes tanto coraje concibieron 
 Contra los fugitives corredores, 
 Que riza en ellos y matanza hicieron. 
 
 i Oh falsos y malditos trovadores, 
 Que pasais plaza de poetas sabios, 
 Siendo la hez de los que son peores ! 
 
 Entre la leng;:a, paladar y labios 
 Anda contino vuestra pocsia, 
 Haciendo a la virtud cien mil agravios. 
 
 Poetas de atrevida hipocresia, 
 
 Esperad, que de vuestro acabamiento 
 Ya se ha llegado el temeroso dia. 
 
 De las confusas voces el concento 
 Confuso por el aire resonaba 
 De espesas nubes condensando el viento. 
 
 Por la falda del monte gateaba 
 Una tropa poctica, aspirando 
 A la cumbre, que bien guardada estaba.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 209 
 
 Apollo answered : " On my conscience then, 
 I understand thee not ! " and knit his brow, 
 To see the daring of these twenty men. 
 
 LOFRASO, soldier of Sardinia, thou 
 Wert one of those barbarian runaways, 
 That swelled the numbers of the foe, I trow ! 
 
 But such desertion had no power to raise 
 One spark of terror in the catholic band, 
 Well-seasoned poets, worthy of all praise ; 
 
 Nay, such resentment did they show off-hand 
 Against these light-heeled gentry, void of grace, 
 That hip and thigh they smote them from the land. 
 
 O false, accursed, troubadouring race, 
 
 That fain would pass for poets wise and strong, 
 Being the very scum of all that's base ! 
 
 Between the palate, tongue, and lips, your song 
 Comes surging forth in never-ending blast, 
 Affronting Virtue with unmeasured wrong ! 
 
 Ye poets, in deception unsurpassed, 
 
 Beware, for now the awful threatened day 
 That seals your final doom hath come at last ! 
 
 The sounds confused, that wildering winged their way 
 Aloft to heaven, condensed in middle air, 
 And formed of murky clouds a thick array. 
 
 The steep hill-side a troop of rhymesters rare 
 
 Climbedup like cats, and cleared the broken ground, 
 To gain the summit, though well-guarded there ; 
 P
 
 2io Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Hacian hincapie de cuando en cuando, 
 Y con Hondas de estallo y con ballestas 
 Iban libros enteros disparando. 
 
 No del plomo encendido las funestas 
 Balas pudieran ser danosas tanto, 
 Ni al disparar pudiera ser mas prestas. 
 
 Un libro mucho mas duro que un canto 
 A JUSEPE DE VARGAS dio en las sienes, 
 Causandole terror, grima y espanto. 
 
 Grito, y dijo a un soneto : Tu, que vienes 
 De satirica pluma disparadc, 
 For que el infame curso no detienes ? 
 
 Y cual perro con piedras irritado, 
 
 Que deja al que las lira, y va tras ellas, 
 Cual si fueran la causa del pecado, 
 
 Entre los dedos de sus manos bellas 
 Hizo pedazos al soneto altivo, 
 Que amenazaba al sol y a las estrellas. 
 
 Y dijole Cilenio : O rayo vivo 
 
 Donde la justa indignacion se muestra 
 En un grado y valor superlativo, 
 
 La espada toma en la temida diestra, 
 Y arrojate valiente y temerario 
 Por esta parte, que el peligro adiestra. 
 
 En esto del tamano de un breviario 
 Volando un libro por el aire vino, 
 De prosa y verso que arrojo el contrario.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 211 
 
 From time to time they took a leap and bound,[might, 
 And from their slings and cross-bows, plied with 
 Whole books came flying with a whizzing sound; 
 
 Not balls of gleaming lead, that fearful sight, 
 Have on their way such dire confusion sown, 
 Nor reached their destined goal with speedier flight . 
 
 A book, much harder than the hardest stone, 
 Struck JUSEPE DE VARGAS on the brow, 
 And caused him terror grim, and many a groan ; 
 
 He howled, and to a Sonnet cried : " O thou, 
 Who hither com'st shot from satiric quill, 
 Why dost not stay thy foul careering now ! " 
 
 Like pelted dog, that vents its fierce ill-will 
 Upon the stones, not him who threw the same, 
 As if they were the authors of the ill, 
 
 With fingers fine he seized it as it came, 
 And into pieces tore that sonnet great, 
 That menaced sun, and moon, and starry frame. 
 
 Mercurius cried : " O living bolt of fate, 
 Whose righteous indignation moves aright, 
 In lofty sweep, and with tremendous weight ! 
 
 Grasp now the falchion in thy dreaded right, 
 And launch thee, with impetuous bravery, 
 Where peril looms in thickest of the fight! " 
 
 On this came whizzing, like a bird on high, 
 A Book in prose and verse, shot by our foes, 
 In bulk and height a very Breviary ;
 
 212 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 De verso y prosa el puro desatino 
 
 Nos dio a entender que de ARBOLANCHES cran 
 
 Las Avidas pesadas de contino. 
 Unas rimas llegaron, que pudieran 
 
 Desbaratar el escuadron cristiano, 
 
 Si acaso vez segunda se imprimieran. 
 Diole a Mercuric en la derecha mano 
 
 Una satira antigua licenciosa, 
 
 De estilo agudo, pero no muy sano. 
 De una intricada y mal compuesta prosa, 
 
 De un asunto sin jugo y sin donaire, 
 
 Cuatro novelas disparo PEDROSA. 
 Silbando recio, y desgarrando el aire, 
 
 Otro libro llego de rimas solas 
 
 Hechas al parecer como al desgaire ; 
 Violas Apolo, y dijo, cuando violas : 
 
 Dios perdone a su autor, y a mi me guarde 
 
 De algunas rimas sueltas espanolas. 
 Llego el PASTOR DE IBERIA, aunque algo tarde, 
 
 Y derribo catorce de los nuestros, 
 
 Haciendo de su ingenio y fuerza alarde. 
 Pero dos valerosos, dos maestros, 
 
 Dos lumbreras de Apolo, dos soldados, 
 
 Unices en hablar, y en obrar diestros ; 
 Del monte puestos en opuestos lados 
 
 Tanto apretaron a la turba multa, 
 
 Que volvieron atras los encumbrados.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 213 
 
 From its extravagance in verse and prose, 
 'TwasARBOLANCHES' work, we well could guess, 
 His dull " Avidas," heavy to the close. 
 
 Some Rhymes were hurled, that boded much distress 
 And great disaster to the Christian band, 
 Had they but gone a second time to press ; 
 
 Mercurius got a blow on his right hand 
 From an old Satire, rotten at the core, 
 Piquant in style, but of unsavoury brand. 
 
 Of tangled prose, and ill-digested lore, 
 
 With subject quite devoid of sense or grace, 
 PEDROSA launched at us his * Novels four ! ' 
 
 With a sharp hiss, and cleaving empty space, 
 
 Another book, with nought but rhymes, was sped, 
 With modesty self-conscious on its face ; 
 
 Apollo looked at them, and looking said : 
 
 " God shrive their author, and preserve my pate 
 From certain Spanish verses, blank as lead ! " 
 
 The SHEPHERD OF IBERIA came, though late, 
 Attacked fourteen of ours and beat them too, 
 A striking proof of wit and valour great. 
 
 But now two men of heart, great masters two, 
 Two of Apollo's luminaries bright, 
 Two soldiers quick to speak and prompt to do, 
 
 From sides opposing of the mountain's height, 
 Pressed back the surging mass, which grew so weak 
 That all the foremost turned and took to flight ;
 
 214 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Es GREGORIO DE ANGULO el que sepulta 
 La canalla, y con el PEDRO DE SOTO, 
 De prodigioso ingenio y vena culta. 
 
 Doctor aquel, estotro unico y doto 
 
 Licienciado, de Apolo ambos secuaces, 
 Con raras obras y animo devoto. 
 
 Las dos contrarias indignadas haces 
 Ya miden las espadas, ya se cierran 
 Duras en su teson y pertinaces. 
 
 Con los dientes se muerden, y se aferran 
 Con las garras, las fieras imitando ; 
 Que toda p'iedad de si destierran. 
 
 Haldeando venia y trasudando 
 El autor de La Picara Justina, 
 Capellan lego del contrario bando. 
 
 Y cual si fuera de una culebrina 
 Disparo de sus manos su librazo, 
 Que fue de nuestro campo la ruina. 
 
 Al buen TOMAS GRACIAN manco de un brazo, 
 A MEDINILLA derribo una muela, 
 Y le llevo de un muslo un gran pedazo. 
 
 Una despierta nuestra centinela 
 Grito : Todos abajen la cabeza, 
 Que dispara el contrario otra novela. 
 
 Dos pelearon una larga pieza, 
 
 Y el uno al otro con instancia loca 
 De un envion, con arte y con destreza,
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 215 
 
 GREGORIO DE ANGULO, and eke 
 
 PEDRO DE SOTO did that deed of fate, 
 Men of high culture and of wit unique ; 
 
 That one a Doctor, this Licentiate 
 
 Of high degree, both in Apollo's guard, 
 Great in their works, and in devotion great. 
 
 The ranks opposing, fierce in their regard, 
 
 Now measure swords, and now keep closer file, 
 In action stolid and in purpose hard ; 
 
 They use their teeth to bite, and in fierce style 
 They rive with pointed nails like beasts of prey, 
 As void of pity as they're full of guile. 
 
 At tip-top speed, and sweating by the way, 
 LA PlCARA JUSTINA'S author came, 43 
 The laic chaplain of the rude array ; 
 
 As if despatched from mortar's mouth of flame, 
 He launched his big and monstrous tome on high, 
 And as it fell our camp a wreck became : 
 
 Good TOMAS GRACIAN lost an arm thereby, 
 Poor MEDINILLA mourned a molar dear, 
 And eke a goodly portion of one thigh. 
 
 A wakeful sentinel of ours gave cheer, 
 
 And cried : " Heads down, my comrades all, 
 The foe hath launched another Novel here ! " 
 
 Two wrestled with each other for a fall, 
 When lo ! the one, in his insensate rage, 
 And with a dexterous art that was not small,
 
 2 1 6 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Seis seguidillas le encajo en la boca, 
 Con que le hizo vomitar el alma, 
 Que salio libre de su estrecha roca. 
 
 De la furia el ardor, del sol la calma 
 Tenia en duda de una y otra parte 
 La vencedora y pretendida palma. 
 
 Del cuervo en esto el lobrego estandarte 
 Cede al del cisne, porque vino al suelo 
 Pasado el corazon de parte a parte. 
 
 Su alferez, que era un andaluz mozuelo, 
 Trovador repentista, que subia 
 Con la soberbia mas alia del cielo, 
 
 Helosele la sangre que tenia, 
 
 Muriose cuando vio que muerto estaba, 
 La turba, pertinaz en su porfia. 
 
 Puestq que ausente el gran LUPERCIO estaba 
 Con un solo soneto suyo hizo 
 Lo que de su grandeza se esperaba. 
 
 Descuaderno, desencajo, deshizo 
 
 De opuesto escuadron catorce hileras, 
 Dos criollos mato, hirio un mestizo. 
 
 De sus sabrosas burlas y sus veras 
 El magno cordobes un cartapacio 
 Disparo, y aterro cuatro banderas. 
 
 Daba ya indicios de cansado y lacio 
 El brio de la barbara canalla, 
 Peleando mas Mojo y mas despacio.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 217 
 
 Forced down the other's throat, at the last stage, 
 Six Seguidillas ; on the which his soul 
 Leapt lightly out, and left its narrow cage. 
 
 There fury raged, here reigned a calm control, 
 And still through all the ranks the question ran, 
 Which side will gain the palm, the victor's goal ! 
 
 When lo ! the Crow, that decked the banner wan, 
 With stricken heart and pierced thro' and through, 
 Fell to the ground and yielded to the Swan ! 
 
 Its ensign was an Andalusian true, 
 A stripling poet, improvising wight, 
 Whose pride soared to the sky, and topped it too ; 
 
 His blood congealed as he beheld the sight, 
 And when he died, that pertinacious race 
 Saw ruin face them on the field of fight. 
 
 Though empty was the grand LUPERCIO'S place, 
 One of his Sonnets did for him a deed, 
 In keeping quite with its astounding grace ; 
 
 It broke, it shattered, caused to fly with speed 
 Fourteen good files of the opposing band, 
 Slew two Creoles, and wounded one half-breed ! 
 
 The great Cordovan, note-book in his hand, 
 Full of his sappy jests and serious wit, 
 Discharged it, and there fell four banners grand ! 
 
 Now tired and worn, there oozed out bit by bit 
 The courage of that barbarous canaille, 
 More and more pithless grew each aimless hit ;
 
 2 1 8 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Mas renovose la fatal batalla 
 
 Mezclandose los unos con los otros, 
 
 Ni vale arnes, ni presta dura malla. 
 Cinco melifluos sobre cinco potros 
 
 Llegaron, y embistieron por un lado, 
 
 Y llevaronse cinco de nosotros. 
 Cada cual como moro ataviado, 
 
 Con mas letras y cifras que una carta 
 
 De principe enemigo y recatado, 
 De romances moriscos una sarta, 
 
 Cual si fuera de balas enramadas, 
 
 Llega con furia y con malicia harta. 
 Y a no estar dos escuadras avisadas 
 
 De las nuestras del redo tiro y presto, 
 
 Era fuerza quedar desbaratadas. 
 Quiso Apolo indignado echar el resto 
 
 De su poder y de su fuerza sola, 
 
 Y dar al enemigo fin molesto. 
 Y una sacra cancion, donde acrisola 
 
 Su ingenio, gala, estilo y bizarria 
 
 BARTOLOME LEONARDO DE ARGENSOLA, 
 Cual si fuera un petrarte Apolo envia 
 
 Adonde esta el teson mas apretado, 
 
 Mas dura y mas furiosa la porfia. 
 Cuando me paro a contemplar mi estado^ 
 
 Comienza la cancion, que Apolo pone 
 
 En el lugar mas noble y levantado.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 219 
 
 But once again rose up the battle's wail, 
 In confused melee all together strive, 
 No armour saves, nor hardest coat of mail. 
 
 Astride five colts, five honied bards arrive, 
 And making quite a sudden charge in flank, 
 They of our men bear off in triumph five ; 
 
 In robes Moresque they show full many a prank, 
 With more of mystic scroll than missive sent 
 By some old wily foe of princely rank. 
 
 On this a shower of Moorish ballads rent 
 The air, like missiles formed of chained shot, 
 That rained in fury and with vile intent ; 
 
 Had not two bands of ours due notice got 
 Of that most sudden and most bitter fire, 
 Ruin and speedy death had been their lot. 
 
 Now in Apollo's breast raged fierce desire 
 To show the full resources of his might, 
 And crush his enemies with righteous ire ; 
 
 An ode divine, where shone the genius bright, 
 The strength and grandeur of that poet true, 
 BARTOLOME DE ARGENSOLA hight, 
 
 Apollo launched ; and like a bomb it flew, 
 
 And ploughed the ranks with most unerring shot, 
 Where fought most fiercely that malignant crew ; 
 
 " When I sit down to muse upon my lot," 
 Begins the Song which, by Apollo's grace, 
 Received the crown of honour on the spot.
 
 22O Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Todo lo mlra, todo lo dispone 
 
 Con ojos de Argos, manda, quita y veda, 
 Y del contrario a todo ardid se opone. 
 
 Tan mezclados estan, que no hay quien pueda 
 Discernir cual es malo, 6 cual es bueno, 
 Cual es GARCILASISTA 6 TIMONEDA. 
 
 Pero un mancebo de ignorancia ajeno, 
 Grande escudrinador de toda historia, 
 Rayo en la pluma y en la voz un trueno, 
 
 Llego tan rica el alma de memoria, 
 De sana voluntad y entendimiento, 
 Que fue de Febo y de las musas gloria. 
 
 Con este acelerose el vencimiento, 
 Porque supo decir : Este merece 
 Gloria, pero aquel no, sino tormento. 
 
 Y como ya con distincion parece 
 El justo y el injusto combatiente? 
 El gusto al paso de la pena crece. 
 
 Tu, PEDRO MANTUANO el excelente, 
 Fuiste quien distinguio de la confusa 
 Maquina el que es cobarde del valiente. 
 
 JULIAN DE ALMENDARIZ no rehusa, 
 Puesto que llego tarde, en dar socorro 
 Al rubio Delio con su ilustre musa. 
 
 Por las rucias que peino, que me corro 
 De ver que las comedias endiabladas, 
 Por divinas se pongan en el corro
 
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 The god with Argus' eyes surveys the chase, 
 He bids, forbids, disposes all anew, 
 And to the foeman shows his sternest face. 
 
 So mingled are they, none have knowledge true 
 To tell the good from bad, or to make known 
 Who GARCILASO, TIMONEDA who ; 
 
 Till came a youth, to ignorance unknown, 
 A mighty sifter of historic lore, 
 Flash in his pen, and thunder in his tone ; 
 
 Whose memory teemeth with such wealthy store 
 That Phoebus and the Muses all revere 
 His sound firm judgment, healthy to the core ; 
 
 Thanks to his aid, the victory comes near, 
 
 For he could say, what none could better know : 
 " This merits praise, that punishment severe ! " 
 
 And as the difference begins to show 
 
 Betwixt the boastful champions and the brave, 
 The pleasure grows with each descending blow ; 
 
 O PEDRO MANTUANO, wise and grave, 
 
 'Twas thou who, out of these conflicting views, 
 Didst separate the true man from the knave! 
 
 DE ALMENDARIZ could not well refuse, 
 Though late he came, to give his succour free 
 
 O ' O 
 
 To ruddy Phoebus with his far-famed Muse. 
 By the red hairs I comb, I blush to see 
 How the bedevilled Comedies do raise 
 Their heads aloft and claim divine to be ;
 
 222 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Y a pesar de las limpias y atildadas 
 Del comico mejor de nuestra Hesperia, 
 Quieren ser conocidas y pagadas. 
 
 Mas no ganaron mucho en esta fcria, 
 
 O * 
 
 Porque es discrete el vulgo de la corte, 
 Aunque le toca la comun miseria. 
 
 De llano no le dels, dadle de corte, 
 Estancias Polifemas, al poeta 
 Que no os tuviere por su guia y norte. 
 
 Inimitables sois, y a la discreta 
 
 Gala que descubris en lo escondido, 
 Toda elegancia puede estar sujeta. 
 
 Con estas municiones el partido 
 Nuestro se mejoro de tal manera, 
 Que el contrario se tuvo por vencido. 
 
 Cayo su presuncion soberbia y fiera, 
 Derrumbanse del monte abajo cuantos 
 Presumieron subir por la ladera. 
 
 La voz prolija de sus roncos cantos 
 El mal suceso con rigor la vuelve 
 En interrotos y funestos llantos. 
 
 Tal hubo, que cayendo se resuelve 
 De asirse de una zarza, 6 cabrahigo, 
 Y en llanto, a lo de Ovidio, se disuelve. 
 
 Cuatro se arracimaron a un quejigo 
 
 Como enjambre de abejas desmandada, 
 Y le estimaron por el lauro amigo.
 
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 And, spite of all the pure and high-toned plays 
 Of our Hesperia's highest comic son, 
 Aspire to solid gain as well as praise ; 
 
 But much in such a mart will not be won, 
 Our honest town's folk are too shrewd by far, 
 Although the common stress they cannot shun ! 
 
 Ye Polyphemian stanzas, leave your scar, 
 And with the sharp edge, on the poet's face 
 Who will not take you as his guiding star ! 
 
 Your matchless splendour, fraught with hidden grace, 
 Proclaim you as the standard at all cost, 
 To which all other elegance gives place ! 
 
 Thus reinforced, our strong embattled host 
 
 Grew stronger still, with such o'erwhelming might, 
 That our dashed foes gave up their cause as lost. 
 
 Their proud presumption was in woeful plight, 
 For headlong down the precipice were thrown 
 As many as presumed to scale the height ; 
 
 Their rude hoarse chaunting, with its dreary drone, 
 Was changed by the disaster of that day 
 To dismal sobbing, and convulsive moan. 
 
 One, as he fell, contrived his fall to stay, 
 And, as to some wild fig or thorn he clung, 
 He melted in Ovidian tears away ; 
 
 Four, like a swarm of bees, suspended hung 
 
 From a gnarled oak, beneath whose friendly shade 
 They thought themselves the laurel leaves among ;
 
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 Otra cuadrilla virgen, por la espada, 
 Y adultera de lengua, dio la cura 
 A sus pies de su vida almidonada. 
 
 BARTOLOME llamado DE SEGURA 
 El toque casi fue del vencimiento : 
 Tal es su ingenio, y tal es su cordura. 
 
 Resono en esto por el vago viento 
 La voz de la vitoria repetida 
 Del numero escogido en claro acento. 
 
 La miserable, la fatal caida 
 
 De las musas del limpio tagarete 
 Fue largos siglos con dolor plafiida. 
 
 A la parte del llanto (j ay me !) se mete 
 Zapardiel, famoso por su pesca, 
 Sin que un pequeno instante se qu'iete. 
 
 La voz de la vitoria se refresca, 
 Vitoria suena aqui, y alii vitoria, 
 Adquirida por nuestra soldadesca, 
 Que canta alegre la alcanzada gloria.
 
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 Another company, with virgin blade 
 
 And harlot tongue, betook themselves to flight, 
 To save their lives they called their feet to aid. 
 
 BARTOLOME, he DE SEGURA hight, 
 Struck the last note of victory complete, 
 His wit and wisdom had such wondrous might. 
 
 The listening hills unto the skies repeat 
 The voice of triumph, as it rang elate 
 From thousand lips in accents clear and sweet ; 
 
 The final fall, the miserable fate, 
 
 Of these the Muses of the savoury drain, 
 Was wailed for many an age with dolour great. 
 
 There stands (alack !) among this weeping train 
 Zapardiel, renowned for fishery, 
 Who not one instant can her tears restrain ! 
 
 The day is ours ; and " Victory " is the cry, 
 From mouth to mouth the stirring accents run, 
 The Victory of our gallant soldiery, 
 Who chaunt with joy the glory they have won !
 
 CAPITULO VIII. 
 
 Al caer de la maquina excesiva 
 Del escuadron poetico arrogante 
 Que en su no vista muchedumbre estriba : 
 
 Un poeta, mancebo y estudiante, 
 
 Dijo : Cai, paciencia ; que algun dia 
 Sera la nuestra, mi valor mediante. 
 
 De nuevo afilare la espada mia, 
 Digo mi pluma, y cortare de suerte 
 Que de nueva excelencia a la porfia. 
 
 Que ofrece la comedia, si se advierte, 
 Largo campo al ingenio, donde pueda 
 Librar su nombre del olvido y muerte. 
 
 Fue desto ejemplo JUAN DE TlMONEDA, 
 Que con solo imprimir, se hizo eterno, 
 Las comedias del gran LOPE DE RUEDA. 
 
 Cinco vuelcos dare en el propio infierno 
 Por hacer recitar una que tengo 
 Nombrada : El gran Bastardo de Salerno.
 
 CHAPTER VIII. 
 
 When fell the vast and overgrown machine 
 Of that poetic insolent array, 
 Whose like for numbers never yet was seen, 
 
 A poet, fresh from school, was heard to say : 
 
 " Have patience, comrades, trust my valour fine, 
 The time will come when we shall have our day ! 
 
 Anew I'll sharpen up this blade of mine, 
 My pen, I mean, and slash to such degree 
 Will make our cause with novel lustre shine ; 
 
 For Comedy doth offer, one can see, 
 
 Large scope for genius, such as may suffice 
 
 To keep its name from death and darkness free ; 
 
 'Twas thus that TlMONEDA won the prize, 
 Who put to press, to his undying fame, 
 Great LOPE DE RUEDA'S Comedies ; 
 
 Five skips I'd give, and in the nether flame, 
 To get recited one that I have here, 
 " Salerno's mighty Bastard " is its name ;
 
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 Guarda, Apolo, que baja guarde rengo 
 
 El golpe de la mano mas gallarda 
 
 Que ha visto el tiempo en su discurso luengo. 
 En esto el claro son de una bastarda, 
 
 Alas pone en los pies de la vencida 
 
 Gente del mundo perezosa y tarda. 
 Con la esperanza del veneer perdida, 
 
 No hay quien no atienda con lijero paso, 
 
 Si no a la honra, a conservar la vida. 
 Desde las altas cumbres de Parnaso 
 
 De un salto uno se puso en Guadarrama, 
 
 Nuevo, no visto y verdadero caso. 
 Y al mismo paso la parlera fama 
 
 Cundio del vencimiento la alta nueva, 
 
 Desde el claro Caistro hasta Jarama. 
 Lloro la gran vitoria el turbio Esgueva, 
 
 Pisuerga la rio, riola Tajo, 
 
 Que en vez de arena granos de oro lleva. 
 Del cansancio, del polvo y del trabajo 
 
 Las rubicundas hebras de Timbreo, 
 
 Del color se pararon de oro bajo. 
 Pero viendo cumplido su deseo, 
 
 Al son de la guitarra mercuriesca 
 
 Hizo de la gallarda un gran paseo. 
 Y de Castalia en la corriente fresca 
 
 El rostro se lavo, y quedo luciente 
 
 Como de acero la segur turquesca.
 
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 Phoebus beware, from me thou hast to fear 
 A sharp back-stroke, the finest and the first 
 That Time hath seen in all his long career ! " 
 
 On this a bomb with mighty clatter burst, 
 Which urged the flight of that defeated race, 
 In all the world the laziest and the worst. 
 
 No hope had they to wipe out their disgrace, 
 They fled the spot with swift and smoking feet, 
 And life, not honour, held the foremost place. 
 
 A certain one, from high Parnassus' seat, 
 Reached Guadarrama with one leap in air, 
 A new, unheard of, ay, and genuine feat. 
 
 With equal speed did babbling rumour bear 
 The news of triumph to the listening land, 
 From clear Caistro to Jarama fair ; 
 
 Dark Esgueva mourned the victory grand, 
 Pisuerga smiled, old Tagus laughing rolled 
 Down to the sea his grains of golden sand. 
 
 With weariness, and dust, and toil untold, 
 Apollo's locks, that erst were ruby bright, 
 Were dashed with colour of the dullest gold ; 
 
 But well content that all had ended right, 
 
 While gay Mercurius thrummed the light guitar, 
 He danced a galliard with supreme delight ; 
 
 And in Castalia's stream, the coolest far, 
 
 He laved his face, which shone as brightly now 
 As polished steel of Turkish scimitar ;
 
 23 o Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Puliose luego, y adorno su frente 
 De majestad mezclada con dulzura, 
 Indicios claros del placer que siente. 
 
 Las reinas de la humana hermosura 
 Salieron de do estaban retiradas 
 Mientras duraba la contienda dura : 
 
 Del arbol siempre verde coronadas, 
 Y en medio la divina Poesia, 
 Todas de nuevas galas adornadas. 
 
 Melpomcne,Tersicore, y Talia, 
 
 Polimnia, Urania, Erato, Euterpe y Clio, 
 Y Caliope, hermosa en demasia, 
 
 Muestran ufanas su destreza y brio, 
 Tejiendo una entricada y nueva danza 
 Al duke son de un instrumento mio. 
 
 Mio, no dije bien, menti a la usanza 
 De aquel que dice propios los ajenos 
 Versos, que son mas dinos de alabanza. 
 
 Los anchos prados, y los campos llenos 
 Estan de las escuadras vencedoras 
 (Que siempre van a mas, y nunca a menos) 
 
 Esperando de ver de sus mejoras 
 El colmo con los premios merecidos 
 Por el sudor y aprieto de seis horas. 
 
 Piensan ser los llamados escogidos, 
 Todos a premios de grandeza aspiran, 
 Tienense en mas del lo que son tenidos :
 
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 He rubbed him deftly down, and decked his brow 
 With blended majesty and sweetest grace, 
 Clear tokens of the joy he felt, I trow. 
 
 The Queens of human beauty left the place, 
 Where they in sure and safe retreat had been, 
 While raged the battle and the furious chase ; 
 
 With wreaths plucked from the tree, the evergreen, 
 They stood encircling god-like Poesy, 
 All dressed in newest robes of brightest sheen ; 
 
 Thalia, Terpsichore, Melpomene, 
 Erato, Urania, Polyhymnia fine, 
 Euterpe, Clio, and Calliope ; 
 
 Proud of their lithesome step, the tuneful Nine 
 Tripped lightly through a new and mazy dance, 
 To the sweet sound of instrument of mine, 
 
 Mine, did I say, I do but lie perchance, 
 
 Like him who calls another's rhymes his own, 
 If they be fit his honour to advance ! 
 
 The meadows and the plain Immense are strown 
 With the battalions of the conquering powers, 
 That swell and ever swell to force unknown ; 
 
 All eager to receive the welcome showers 
 Of crowning honours, due to toil unbated, 
 Through all the sweat and anguish of six hours ; 
 
 The "called" as "chosen" fain would be instated, 
 All look for highest places on the roll, 
 And rate themselves far higher than they're rated ;
 
 232 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Ni a calidades ni riquezas miran, 
 A su ingenio se atiene cada uno, 
 Y si hay cuatro que acierten, mil deliran. 
 
 Mas Febo, que no quiere que ninguno 
 Quede quejoso del, mando a la Aurora 
 Que vaya y coja in tempore oportuno 
 
 De las faldas floriferas de Flora 
 
 Cuatro tabaques de purpureas rosas, 
 Y seis de perlas de las que ella llora. 
 
 Y de las nueve por extremo hermosas 
 Las coronas pidio, y al darlas cllas 
 En nada se mostraron perezosas. 
 
 Tres, a mi parecer, de las mas bellas 
 A Partenope se que se enviaron, 
 Y fue Mercurio el que partio con ellas. 
 
 Tres sugetos las otras coronaron, 
 Alii en el mesmo monte peregrines, 
 Con que su patria y nombre eternizaron. 
 
 Tres cupieron a Espana, y tres divinos 
 Poetas se adornaron la cabeza, 
 De tanta gloria justamente dinos. 
 
 La envidia monstruo de naturaleza 
 
 Maldita y carcomida, ardiendo en sana 
 A murmurar del sacro don empieza. 
 Dijo : Sera posible que en Espana 
 Haya nueve poetas laureados ? 
 Alta es de Apolo, pero simple hazana.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 233 
 
 Not rank, nor riches, but the wealth of soul 
 Is all their claim, they make no other, none : 
 For four that hit, a thousand miss the goal. 
 
 But Phoebus, who would fain all quarrel shun, 
 Gave mandate, and forthwith Aurora hies 
 To gather, at a season opportune, 
 
 From wealth of flowers on Flora's lap that lies, 
 Four baskets-full of roses purpurine, 
 And six of pearls dropped from her tearful eyes. 
 
 He begged the crowns, the fairest ever seen, 
 The tuneful Nine upon their temples wear, 
 Who gave them up with sweet and cheerful mien ; 
 
 Three, to my mind, the fairest of the fair, 
 To Naples went, I'm certain of the same ; 
 For Mercury himself conveyed them there ; 
 
 Three other poets gained three crowns of fame, 
 Who then were pilgrims at the sacred shrine, 
 With deathless honour to their land and name ; 
 
 Three came to Spain ; and lo ! three bards divine 
 Entwined them round their brows ; and verily 
 Upon their heads with fitting grace they shine ! 
 
 But now did Envy, Nature's prodigy, 
 
 Cursed, corroding, stung with rage insane, 
 Against the sacred gift raise murmuring cry : 
 
 " And is it possible," she said, " that Spain 
 Should have and boast nine poets laureate ? 
 Great is Apollo, but his judgment's vain ! *'
 
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 Los demas de la turba, defraudados 
 Del esperado premio, repetian 
 Los himnos de la envidia mal cantados. 
 
 Todos por laureados se tenian 
 
 En su imaginacion, antes del trance, 
 Y al cielo quejas de su agravio envian. 
 
 Pero ciertos poetas de romance 
 
 Del generoso premio hacer esperan, 
 A despecho de Febo presto alcance. 
 
 Otros, aunque latinos, desesperan 
 De tocar del laurel solo una hoja, 
 Aunque del caso en la demanda mueran. 
 
 Vengase menos el que mas se enoja, 
 Y alguno se toco sienes y frente, 
 Que de estar coronado se le antoja. 
 
 Pero todo deseo impertinente 
 
 Apolo repartio, premiando a cuantos 
 Poetas tuvo el escuadron valiente. 
 
 De rosas, de jazmines y amarantos 
 Flora le presento cinco cestones, 
 Y la Aurora de perlas otros tantos. 
 
 Estos fueron, letor duke, los dones 
 Que Delio repartio con larga mano 
 Entre los poetisimos varones. 
 
 Quedando alegre cada cual y ufano 
 Con un puno de perlas y una rosa, 
 Estimando este premio sobrehumano ;
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 235 
 
 The remnant of the crowd, with looks irate, 
 Defrauded of their long expected prize, 
 Took up the jarring strain of envious hate ; 
 
 Before the fight began, their dazzled eyes 
 Beheld them hailed as laureates of song, 
 And now to heaven their shouts for "justice" rise. 
 
 But certain poets of the vulgar tongue 
 
 Hope still, and soon, to wrest that honour rare, 
 In spite of Phoebus and his tuneful throng ; 
 
 Others, though worthy latinists, despair 
 To pluck one leaflet from the laurel down, 
 Though till their dying day they urge their prayer. 
 
 Those least avenge themselves who most do frown ; 
 And one was seen to press his throbbing brow, 
 As if he fancied he might touch the crown. 
 
 This most unseemly strife Apollo now 
 
 Cooled down at once, and gave rewards galore 
 To every poet in the band, I vow ; 
 
 Flora brought out five baskets from her store, 
 Of Jasmines, Amarynths, and Roses fair, 
 Aurora of her pearls as many more. 
 
 These were, sweet reader mine, the guerdons rare 
 Which Phoebus scattered with a lavish hand 
 Amongst the most poetic poets there ; 
 
 They were, in sooth, a proud and happy band ; 
 A string of pearls, and eke a single rose, 
 Were in their eyes a gift divinely grand.
 
 2j6 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Y porque fuese mas maravillosa 
 La fiesta y regocijo, que se hacia 
 Por la vitoria insigne y prodigiosa, 
 
 La buena, la importante Poesia 
 Mando traer la bestia, cuya pata 
 Abrio la fuente de Castalia fria. 
 
 Cubierta de finisima escarlata, 
 
 Un lacayo la trujo en un instante, 
 Tascando un freno de brunida plata. 
 
 Envidiarle pudiera Rocinante 
 
 Al gran Pegaso de presencia brava, 
 
 Y aim Brilladoro el del senor de Anglante. 
 
 Con no se cuantas alas adornaba 
 Manos y pies, indicio manifiesto 
 Que en lijereza al viento aventajaba. 
 
 Y por mostrar cuan agil y cuan presto 
 Era, se alzo del suelo cuatro picas, 
 Con un denuedo y ademan compuesto. 
 
 Tu, que me escuchas, si el oido aplicas 
 Al duke cuento deste gran Viaje, 
 Cosas nuevas oiras de gusto ricas. 
 
 Era del bel troton todo el herraje 
 De durisima plata diamantina, 
 Que no recibe del pisar ultraje. 
 
 De la color que llaman columbina, 
 De raso en una funda trae la cola, 
 Que suelta, con el suelo se avecina.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 237 
 
 And that the joyous festival might close 
 
 With one more great and yet more marvellous thing, 
 In honour of that triumph grandiose, 
 
 Sweet Poesy, the radiant, bade them bring [light, 
 The wondrous brute whose hoof-prints brought to 
 And made to gush Castalia's limpid spring ; 
 
 A lackey brought him in an instant quite, 
 With finest scarlet covered o'er and o'er, 
 Champing his silver bit of gleaming white ; 
 
 Sooth, Rozinante might have envied sore 
 The mighty Pegasus his matchless breed, 
 And eke my lord D'Anglante's Brilliadore. 
 
 I do not know how many wings indeed 
 
 Bedecked his feet, proof positive and sound, 
 That he could top the very wind in speed ; 
 
 To show how quick and agile was his bound, 
 
 He sprung four pike-lengths from the earth upright, 
 With towering vigour and a calm profound. 
 
 Thou, who art listening, if thou heed aright 
 The sweet recital of this Journey grand, 
 Shalt hear new things of exquisite delight. 
 
 This trotter's trappings, every plate and band, 
 Were sparkling silver, hard as could be found, 
 And fit the utmost tear and wear to stand ; 
 
 His tail in sling of satin fine was bound, 
 Of colour that is known as columbine, 
 But let it loose 'twould sweep the very ground ;
 
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 Del color del carmin 6 de amapola 
 Eran sus clines, y su cola gruesa, 
 Ellas solas al munclo, y clla sola. 
 Tal vez anda despacio, y tal apriesa, 
 Vuela tal vez, y tal hace corvetas, 
 Tal quiere relinchar, y luego cesa. 
 i Nueva felicidad de los poetas ! 
 Unos sus excrementos recogian 
 En dos de cuero grandes barjuletas. 
 Pregunte para que lo tal hacian, 
 Respondiome Cilenio a lo bellaco, 
 Con no se que vislumbres de ironia : 
 Esto que se recoge, es el tabaco, 
 Que a los vaguidos sirve de cabeza 
 De algun poeta de celebro flaco. 
 Urania de tal modo lo adereza, 
 
 Que puesto a las narices del doliente, 
 Cobra salud, y vuelve a su entereza. 
 Un poco entonces arrugue la frente, 
 Ascos haciendo del remedio extrano, 
 Tan de los ordinaries diferente. 
 Recibes, dijo Apolo, amigo engaiio 
 (Leyome el pensamiento). Este remedio 
 De los vaguidos cura y sana el dano. 
 No come este rocin lo que en asedio 
 Duro y penoso comen los soldados, 
 Que estan entre la muerte y hambre en medio
 
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 With hair of poppy-red or dark carmine 
 
 Was decked his mane, and eke his massy tail, 
 In all the world was nothing half so fine. 
 
 At times he moveth swift, then slow as snail, 
 Sometimes he curvets, sometimes cleaves the air, 
 At times he neighs, and then is still and stale. 
 
 New poet's luxury ! Enjoyment rare ! 
 For some, in two big bags of leather dry, 
 Collect his droppings with the utmost care ! 
 
 "What are they doing? " I enquired, " and why? " 
 Mercurius answered me right brusque enough, 
 And yet with humorous gleamings in his eye : 
 
 " That which they gather is Tobacco snuff, 
 Which for a poet with a weakly brain, 
 To cure its giddiness, is rare good stuff! 
 
 Urania makes it, in such happy vein, 
 
 That when the sufferer's nostrils sniff the scent, 
 He gains his health and is himself again ! " 
 
 I knit my brows, and with a shrug gave vent 
 To my disgust at such peculiar cure, 
 From those in common use so different. 
 
 " Thou art in error, friend, this stuff, be sure," 
 Apollo said, to whom my thoughts lay bare, 
 "Cures all head-swimmings, and makes health 
 
 This charger is not fed on such coarse fare [secure ! 
 As soldiers at some direful siege do eat, 
 When death or hunger they are doomed to bear ;
 
 240 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Son deste tal los piensos regalados, 
 
 Ambar y almizcle entre algodones puesto, 
 Y bebe del rocio de los prados. 
 
 Tal vez le damos de almidon un cesto, 
 
 Tal de algarrobas con que el vientre llena, 
 Y no se estrine, ni se va por esto. 
 
 Sea, le respond!, muy norabuena, 
 Tieso estoy de celebro por ahora, 
 Vaguido alguno no me causa pena. 
 
 La nuestra en esto universal senora, 
 Digo la Poesia verdadera, 
 Que con Timbreo y con las musas mora, 
 
 En vestido subcinto, a la lijera 
 
 El monte discurrio y abrazo a todos, 
 Hermosa sobre modo, y placentera. 
 
 j Oh sangre vencedora de los godos \ 
 Dijo : de aqui adelante ser tratada 
 Con mas siiaves y discretes modos 
 
 Espero ser, y siempre respetada 
 
 Del ignorante vulgo, que no alcanza, 
 Que puesto que soy pobre, soy honrada. 
 
 Las riquezas os dejo en esperanza, 
 Pero no en posesion, premio seguro 
 Que al reino aspira de la inmensa holganza. 
 
 Por la belleza deste monte os juro, 
 Que quisiera al mas minimo entregalle 
 Un privilegio de cien mil de juro.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 241 
 
 His rations are of daintiness complete, 
 
 Amber and musk enwrapped in cotton wool, 
 His drink the dew-drops of the meadow sweet ; 
 
 At times of starch he hath a basket full, 
 Or else of carobs, which his hunger stay, 
 And do not puff him up, but keep him cool ! " 
 
 I answered sharp : " Let that be as it may, 
 My brain till now is good and sound withal, 
 Head-swimmings cause me not the least dismay!" 
 
 On this our Sovereign lady, whom we call 
 True Poesy, the bosom friend by right 
 Of great Apollo and the Muses all, 
 
 With kilted garments, and with speed of light, 
 Coursed o'er the mountain, and in merry vein 
 Embraced each one, and said with great delight : 
 
 " O conquering blood, of purest Gothic strain, 
 Now do I hope, and better than before, 
 A wise and generous treatment to obtain, 
 
 And be respected ever more and more 
 
 By the dull crowd, who cannot understand 
 That though I*m poor I'm honest to the core ! 
 
 I leave you wealth in hope, and not in hand ; 
 A guerdon rich, full of the highest cheer 
 That all the realm of Fancy can command ! 
 
 Now do I swear, and by this mountain dear, 
 That were it mine, I'd give the meanest e'en 
 An income of a hundred thousand clear ; 
 R
 
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 Mas no produce minas este valle, 
 
 Aguas si, salutiferas y buenas, 
 
 Y monas que de cisnes tienen talle. 
 Volved a ver, 6 amigos, las arenas 
 
 Del aurifero Tajo en paz segura, 
 
 Y en dukes horas de pesar ajenas. 
 Que esta inaudita hazana os asegura 
 
 Eterno nombre en tanto que de Febo 
 
 Al mundo aliento, y luz serena y pura. 
 ; Oh maravilla nueva, oh caso nuevo, 
 
 Digno de admiration que cause espanto, 
 
 Cuya extraneza me admiro de nuevo ! 
 Morfeo, el dios del sueno, por encanto 
 
 Alii se aparecio, cuya corona 
 
 Era de ramos de beleno santo. 
 Flojisimo de brio y de persona, 
 
 De la pereza torpe acompanado, 
 
 Que no le deja a visperas ni a nona. 
 Traia al Silencio a su derecho lado, 
 
 El Descuido al siniestro, y el vestido 
 
 Era de blanda lana fabricado. 
 De las aguas que llaman del olvido, 
 
 Traia un gran caldero, y de un hisopo 
 
 Venia como aposta prevenido. 
 Asia a los poetas por el hope, 
 
 Y aunque el caso los rostros les volvia 
 
 En color encendida de piropo,
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 243 
 
 But in our vales no mines are to be seen, 
 We've only waters limpid, good, and sane, 
 And apes that take the form of swans, I ween ! 
 
 Return, O friends, to see the sands again 
 Of golden Tagus, and may peace secure 
 Be yours, and happy hours that know no pain ; 
 
 For now to you these matchless feats assure 
 Eternal fame, while Phoebus holds his reign, 
 To flood the world with light serene and pure ! " 
 
 O marvel new ! O novelty most plain ! 
 Worthy of wonder dashed with horror too, 
 Whose strangeness makes me marvel yet again ! 
 
 Morpheus, the god of slumber, came to view 
 As if by magic ; on his head was worn 
 A wreath of henbane leaves, of saintly hue ; 
 
 He had a long-drawn stride, a look forlorn, 
 And in his wake came Sloth, that sluggish eft, 
 Who leaves him not at even-song or morn ; 
 
 At his right side stood Silence, at his left 
 Was Negligence ; his loosely flowing dress 
 Was woven of softest wool, both woof and weft. 
 
 Full of the waters of Forgetfulness 
 
 He bore a cauldron, and from bed to bed 
 He came with sprinkler wherewithal to bless j 
 
 Right by the scruff he seized each poet's head, 
 And, though their faces changed into the hue 
 Of pyrop stone, a bright and fiery red,
 
 244 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 El nos banaba con el agua fria, 
 
 Causandonos un sucno de tal suerte, 
 Que dormimos un dia y otro dia. 
 
 Tal es la fuerza del licor, tan fuerte 
 Es de las aguas la virtud, que pueden 
 Competir con los fueros de la muerte. 
 
 Hace el ingenio alguna vez que queden 
 Las verdades sin credito ninguno, 
 For ver que a toda contingencia exceden. 
 
 Al despertar del suefio asi importuno, 
 Ni vi monte, ni monta, dios, ni diosa, 
 Ni de tanto poeta vide alguno. 
 
 For cierto extrana y nunca vista cosa ; 
 Despabile la vista, y pareciome 
 Vertne en medio de una ciudad famosa. 
 
 Admiracion y grima el caso diome ; 
 
 Torne a mirar, porque el temor 6 engano 
 No de mi buen discurso el paso tome. 
 
 Y dijeme a mi mismo : No me engano : 
 Esta ciudad es Napoles la ilustre, 
 Que yo pise sus ruas mas de un ano : 
 
 De Italia gloria, y aun del mundo lustre, 
 Pues de cuantas ciudades el encierra 
 Ninguna puede haber que asi le ilustre. 
 
 Apacible en la paz, dura en la guerra, 
 Madre de la abundancia y la nobleza, 
 De eliseos campos y agradable sierra.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 245 
 
 With water cool he laved us, and there grew 
 Over each sense a drowsiness so long 
 We slept that day and eke another too. 
 
 Such is its strength, such virtues strange belong 
 To that rare liquor, that in very deed 
 The rights of death itself are not more strong ! 
 
 Full many things there be that far exceed 
 
 The common faith, which genius stamps as true : 
 The vulgar pass them by, and do not heed ! 
 
 Waking from that sound sleep there met my view 
 No hill nor hillock, god nor goddess round, 
 Nor any poet of the countless crew. 
 
 Strange matter truly, passing every bound ! 
 
 I rubbed mine eyes, and seemed transported thence 
 Into the centre of some town renowned ; 
 
 With some disgust, with wonder most intense, 
 I turned to look, lest some deluding fear 
 Had gained the vantage o'er my better sense : 
 
 And inly said : " There's no deception here, 
 'Tfs Naples' self, that city of great fame, 
 Whose streets I paced for better than a year. 
 
 Italia' s pride, that sets the world aflame, 
 For of all famous cities near and far 
 Not one possesses such a glorious name ! 
 
 Soft in the time of peace, and strong in war, 
 Mother of all abundance and noblesse, 
 Elysian fields, and sweetest hills that are !
 
 246 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Si vaguidos no tengo de cabeza, 
 
 Pareceme que esta mudada en partc, 
 De sitio, aunque en aumento de belleza. 
 
 ,5 Que teatro es aquel, donde reparte 
 Con el cuanto contiene de hermosura, 
 La gala, la grandeza, industria y arte ? 
 
 Sin duda el sueno en mis palpebras dura, 
 Porque este es edificio imaginado, 
 Que excede a toda humana compostura. 
 
 Llegose en esto a mi disimulado 
 
 Un mi amigo, llamado Promontorio, 
 Mancebo en dias, pero gran soldado. 
 
 Credo la admiracion viendo notorio 
 Y palpable que en Napoles estaba, 
 Espanto a los pasados acesorio. 
 
 Mi amigo tiernamente me abrazaba, 
 Y con tenerme entre sus brazos, dijo, 
 Que del estar yo alii mucho dudaba, 
 
 Llamome padre, y yo llamele hijo, 
 Quedo con esto la verdad en punto, 
 Que aqui puede llamarse punto fijo. 
 
 Dijome Promontorio : Yo barrunto, 
 
 Padre, que algun gran caso a vuestras canas 
 Las trae tan lejos ya semidifunto. 
 
 En mis horas tan frescas y tempranas 
 Esta tierra habite, hijo, le dije, 
 Con fuerzas mas briosas y lozanas.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 247 
 
 IF giddy thoughts do not my brain distress, 
 
 It seems that she hath changed her site in part, 
 But to the increase of her loveliness. 
 
 What theatre is this, within whose heart 
 
 Such wondrous stores of beauty seem to rest, 
 Such splendour, grandeur, industry and art ? 
 
 Doubtless my eyelids still with sleep are pressed, 
 For such a structure only Fancy rears, 
 Not human science even at its best ! 
 
 On this up-gliding at my side appears 
 
 A friend of mine, one PROMONTORIO hight, 
 A right good soldier, though a youth in years ; 
 
 My wonder grew, and to its greatest height, 
 To see him verily in Naples here 
 To the past marvels fit companion quite. 
 
 My friend embraced me with a hug full dear, 
 And, holding me, to question he begun 
 Whether 'twas I myself he held so near ; 
 
 He called me " father," and I called him " son," 
 And so the truth was placed in sudden light, 
 Or sunny light, to use a homely pun ; 
 
 Said PROMONTORIO : " Tell me if I'm right 
 That some misfortune, father, brings thee here, 
 With hairs so grey, and in this half-dead plight?" 
 
 " My son," I said, " I trod this country dear 
 In happier hours, and in a merrier vein, 
 While yet my powers were fresh, my vision clear;
 
 248 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Pero la voluntad que a todos rige, 
 
 Digo, el querer del cielo, me ha traido 
 A parte que me alegra mas que aflige. 
 
 Dijera mas, sino que un gran ruido 
 De pifanos, clarines y tambores 
 Me azoro el alma, y alegro el oido ; 
 
 Volvi la vista al son, vi los mayores 
 Aparatos de fiesta que vio Roma 
 En sus felices tiempos y mejores. 
 
 Dijo mi amigo : Aquel que ves que asoma 
 For aquella montana contrahecha, 
 Cuyo brio al de Marte oprime y doma, 
 
 Es un alto sugeto, que deshecha 
 
 Tiene a la envidia en rabia, porque pisa 
 De la virtud la senda mas derecha. 
 
 De gravedad y condicion tan lisa, 
 
 Que suspende y alegra a un mismo instante, 
 Y con su aviso al mismo aviso avisa. 
 
 Mas quiero, antes que pases adelante 
 En ver lo que veras, si estas atento, 
 Darte del caso relacion bastante. 
 
 Sera DON JUAN DE TASIS de mi cuento 
 Principio, porque sea memorable, 
 Y lleguen mis palabras a mi intento. 
 
 Este varon, en liberal notable, 
 
 Que una mediana villa le hace conde, 
 Siendo rey en sus obras admirable :
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 249 
 
 But that same will, that doth all wills constrain, 
 I mean the will of heaven, hath held me bound 
 To seek it now with greater joy than pain ;" 
 
 More had I said, when lo ! a mighty sound 
 The fifes and horns and kettledrums did raise, 
 My ear to gladden and my soul confound ! 
 
 I turned me, and I saw more grand displays 
 Of festive jubilee than Rome could show 
 E'en in her grandest and her happiest days ! 
 
 Quoth he, my friend : " He whom thou seest go 
 With ardour to ascend that tortuous hill, 
 Whose vigour gives to Mars himself a blow, 
 
 A soaring spirit is, who treads with skill 
 
 The clear straight path that leads to Virtue's goal, 
 And sends through Envy's heart a furious thrill ; 
 
 Of grave demeanour, yet of sweetest soul, 
 He fills each heart with wonder and delight, 
 And by his wit doth wisdom's self control! 
 
 But ere thou passest on to see the sight 
 That now awaits thee, if thou so incline, 
 On this great show I fain would shed some light : 
 
 I give DON JUAN DE TASIS foremost line 
 In this my tale, that it may better ring, 
 And that my words may square with my design. 
 
 This gentleman, of gifts a living spring, 
 Whom VlLLAMEDIANA made a Count, 
 Although already by his works a King ;
 
 250 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Este, que sus haberes nunca csconde, 
 Pues siempre los reparte, 6 los derrama, 
 Ya sepa adonde, 6 ya no sepa adonde : 
 
 Este, a quien tiene tan en fil la fama, 
 Puesta la alteza de su nombre claro, 
 Que liberal y prodigo se llama, 
 
 Quiso prodigo aqui, y alK no avaro, 
 Primer mantenedor ser de un torneo, 
 Que a fiestas sobrehumanas le comparo. 
 
 Responden sus grandezas al deseo 
 Que tiene de mostrarse alegre, viendo 
 De Espafia y Francia el regio himeneo. 
 
 Y este que escuchas, duro, alegre estruendo, 
 Es serial que el torneo se comienza, 
 Que admira por lo rico y estupendo. 
 
 Arquimedes el grande se avergiienza 
 De ver que este teatro milagroso 
 Su ingenio apoque, y a sus trazas venza. 
 
 Digo pues, que el mancebo generoso, 
 Que alii desciende de encarnado y plata, 
 Sobre todo mortal curso brioso, 
 
 Es el CONDE DE LEMOS, que dilata 
 Su fama con sus obras por el mundo, 
 Y que lleguen al cielo en tierra trata : 
 
 Y aunque sale el primero, es el segundo 
 Mantenedor, y en buena cortesia 
 Esta ventaja califico y fundo.
 
 journey to Parnassus. 251 
 
 He who, of goods and wealth a very fount, 
 
 Likes not to hoard, but scatters them with glee, 
 Hither or thither, 'tis of no account ; 
 
 He, to whom Fame hath given, in such degree, 
 To his clear name a loftiness serene, 
 That he is styled the prodigal and free, 
 
 Hath so decreed, for honour ever keen, 
 To be the first defender in the plain 
 Of a grand Tourney grandest ever seen ! 
 
 His lofty greatness makes the passage plain 
 To his desire, with joy to celebrate 
 The regal nuptials that bind France and Spain. 
 
 The sound thou hearest is the sign we wait, 
 That the grand Tourney will commence amain, 
 That well may stun thee with its pomp and state ; 
 
 Great Archimedes' self would writhe in pain 
 To see how this miraculous display 
 Beggars his plans, makes his inventions vain. 
 
 Observe the youth, the generous and the gay, 
 Who lighteth down, in vigour reaching high 
 Above the rest, in crimson bright array ; 
 
 The COUNT DE LEMOS he, whose deeds do fly 
 On wings of fame through all the world we see, 
 Making fleet commerce 'twixt the earth and sky ; 
 
 Though first he comes, the second champion he, 
 Which place he takes, if I do err not far, 
 To suit the just demands of courtesy.
 
 252 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 El DUQUE DE NOCERA, luz y guia 
 
 Del arte militar, es el tercero 
 
 Mantenedor deste festive dia. 
 El cuarto, que pudiera ser primero, 
 
 Es DE SANTELMO el fuerte CASTELLANO, 
 
 Que al mesmo Marte en el valor prefiero. 
 El quinto es otro Eneas el troyano, 
 
 ARROCIOLO, que gana en ser valiente 
 
 Al que fiie verdadero, por la mano. 
 El gran concurso y numero de gente 
 
 Estorbo que adelante prosiguiese 
 
 La comenzada relacion prudente. 
 Por esto la pedi que me pusiese 
 
 Adonde sin ningun impedimento 
 
 El gran progreso de las fiestas viese. 
 Porque luego me vino al pensamiento 
 
 De ponerlas en verso numeroso, 
 
 Favorecido del febeo aliento. 
 Hizolo asi, y yo vi lo que no oso 
 
 Pensar, que no decir, que aqui se acorta 
 
 La lengua y el ingenio mas curioso. 
 Que se pase en silencio es lo que imports 
 
 Y que la admiracion supla esta falta, 
 
 El mesmo grandiose caso exhorta. 
 Puesto que despues supe que con alta 
 
 Magnifica elegancia milagrosa, 
 
 Donde ni sobra punto ni le falta,
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 253 
 
 El DUQUE DE NOCERA, guiding star 
 In military art, holds the third place 
 As champion in this glorious festive war ; 
 
 The fourth, who might be first in point of grace, 
 Is Fort St. Elmo's mighty Castellan, 
 Who Mars himself might vanquish in the race ; 
 
 The fifth is ARROCIOLO, valiant man 
 Who equals great j^Eneas, him of Troy, 
 And e'en o'ertops him by a goodly span ! " 
 
 The mighty numbers, which did there deploy, 
 Brought to a speedy end his tale of grace, 
 Whose grave recital filled my heart with joy. 
 
 On this I begged him he would find a place, 
 Where undisturbed, as on some vantage tower, 
 I might survey the wondrous festive race ; 
 
 For it had struck me, in a happy hour, 
 That I might put it into sounding verse, 
 If Phoebus would but kindly give me power. 
 
 This did he ; and I saw what to rehearse 
 I do not dare, for thought and language fail, 
 And keenest wit must suffer a reverse ; 
 
 'Tis needful then that Silence tell the tale, 
 For, sooth, it was a magnifique affair, 
 And Fancy can supply each rich detail. 
 
 Since then I've heard that, with a curious care, 
 With elegance supreme and grandiose, 
 That heightened nothing and left nothing bare,
 
 254 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 El curioso DON JUAN DE OQUINA en prosa 
 La puso, y dio a la estampa para gloria 
 De nucstra edad, por esto venturosa. 
 
 Ni en fabulosa 6 verdadera historia 
 Se halla que otras fiestas hayan sido, 
 Ni pueden ser mas dignas de memoria. 
 
 Desde alii, y no se como, fui traido 
 
 Adonde vi al gran DUQUE DE PASTRANA 
 Mil parabienes dar de bien venido ; 
 
 Y que la fama en la verdad ufana 
 Contaba que agrado con su presencia, 
 Y con su cortesia sobrehumana : 
 
 Que fue nuevo Alejandro en la excelencia 
 Del dar, que satisfizo a todo cuanto 
 Puede mostrar real magnificencia ; 
 
 Colmo de admiracion, lleno de espanto, 
 Entre en Madrid en traje de romero, 
 Que es granjeria el parecer ser santo. 
 
 Y desde lejos me quito el sombrero 
 
 El famoso ACEVEDO, y dijo : A Dio, 
 Voi slate II ben venuto, cavallero ; 
 
 So parlor zenoese^ e tusco anch'io. 
 Y respondi : La vostra signoria 
 Sia la ben trovata, padron mio. 
 
 Tope a LUIS VELEZ, lustre y alegria, 
 Y discrecion del trato cortesano, 
 Y abracele en la calle a mediodia.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 255 
 
 DON JUAN DE OQUINA told it all in prose, 
 And gave it to the press to grace our age, 
 In this most lucky we may well suppose ; 
 
 For, not in story fabulous nor sage, 
 
 Hath such like festival been ever found, 
 None worthier of a place in History's page. 
 
 From this I reached, I know not how, the ground 
 Where I could see received, with welcome grand, 
 El DUQUE DE PASTRANA the renowned ; 
 
 Fame, winged with truth, did publish o'er the land 
 How much he charmed with wondrous courtesy, 
 And stately bearing fitted to command ; 
 
 How, like a second Alexander, he 
 
 With regal hand, where meanness left no taint, 
 Did carry splendour to the last degree. 
 
 O'erwhelmed with awe, and eke with wonder faint, 
 I reached Madrid in pilgrim's dress severe, 
 For much it profiteth to seem a saint ; 
 
 There doffed his hat to me, as he came near, 
 The famous ACEVEDO and did cry : 
 " A Dio, you are the well-come, Cavalier, 
 
 I speak ze Zenoese, the Tuscan I ! " 
 
 " Padron, you are the well-found ! " I did say ; 
 And as I turned I met, and eye to eye, 
 With LUIS VELEZ, model fine and gay 
 Of courtly polished wit, and kissed his face 
 In open street, and in the blaze of day ;
 
 256 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 El pecho, el alma, el corazon, la mano 
 
 Di a PEDRO DE MORALES, y un abrazo, 
 Y alegre recebi a JUSTINIANO. 
 
 Al volver de una esquina send un brazo 
 Que el cuello me cenia, mire cuyo, 
 Y mas que gusto me causo embarazo, 
 
 Por ser uno de aquellos (no rehuyo 
 Decirlo) que al contrario se pasaron, 
 Llevados del cobarde intento suyo. 
 
 Otros dos al del Layo se llegaron, 
 Y con la risa falsa del conejo, 
 Y con muchas zalemas me hablaron. 
 
 Yo socarron, yo poeton ya viejo 
 Volviles a lo tierno las saludes, 
 Sin mostrar mal talante 6 sobrecejo. 
 
 No dudes, 6 letor caro, no dudes, 
 Sino que suele el disimulo a veces 
 Servir de aumento a las demas virtudes. 
 
 Dinoslo tu, David, que aunque pareces 
 Loco en poder de Aquis, de tu cordura 
 Fingiendo el loco, la grandeza ofreces. 
 
 Dejelos esperando coyuntura 
 
 Y ocasion mas secreta para dalles 
 Vejamen de su miedo, 6 su locura. 
 
 Si encontraba poetas por las calles, 
 
 Me ponia a pensar, si eran de aquellos 
 Huidos, y pasaba sin hablalles.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 257 
 
 My heart and hand I gave, and warm embrace 
 To PEDRO DE MORALES, and with right 
 JUSTINIANO claimed like friendly place. 
 
 At turning of a street there grasped me tight 
 Around my neck an arm I wondered whose ; 
 And, more to my confusion than delight, 
 
 (To speak right out I cannot well refuse,) 
 He was a renegade of the band, 
 Who did the coward's work in coward's shoes. 
 
 Two others of these LAICS came to hand, 
 And with a grinning, hypocritic smile, 
 And much salaaming, spoke me fair and bland. 
 
 I, an old poet, with sardonic wile 
 
 Returned their bows, with courtesy in chief, 
 Nor showed my pique, nor raised my brows the while. 
 
 Let it not, tender reader, give thee grief, 
 Dissimulation hath at times its place 
 To set the other virtues in relief; 
 
 David, tell us, was not this thy case, 
 
 When thou, in power of Achish, play'dst the fool, 
 And feigned folly showed thy wisdom's grace ? 
 
 1 left them, biding fitting time and cool 
 
 To brand their folly and their cowardice, 
 And fill their cup of chastisement right full ; 
 If in the high street poets met mine eyes, 
 I stopped to think if they were runaways, 
 And without speech I passed them in a trice ; 
 S
 
 258 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Ponianseme yertos los cabellos 
 
 De temor no encontrase algun poeta, 
 De tantos que no pude conocellos, 
 
 Que con punal buido, 6 con secreta 
 Almarada me hiciese un agujero 
 Que fuese al corazon por via reta, 
 
 Aunque no es este el premio que yo espero 
 De la fama, que a tantos he adquirido 
 Con alma grata y corazon sincere. 
 
 Un cierto mancebito cuellierguido, 
 En profesion poeta, y en el traje 
 A mil leguas por godo conocido, 
 
 Lleno de presuncion y de coraje 
 
 Me dijo : Bien se yo, senor Cervantes, 
 Que puedo ser poeta, aunque soy paje. 
 
 Cargastes de poetas ignorantes, 
 Y dejastesme a mi, que ver deseo 
 Del Parnaso las fuentes elegantes. 
 
 Que caducais sin duda alguna creo : 
 Creo, no digo bien : mejor diria 
 Que toco esta verdad, y que la veo. 
 
 Otro, que al parecer, de argenteria, 
 De nacar, de cristal, de perlas y oro 
 Sus infinites versos componia, 
 
 Me dijo bravo, cual corrido toro : 
 No se yo para que nadie me puso 
 En lista con tan barbaro decoro.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 259 
 
 My hair stood up on end, in homely phrase, 
 Lest I should meet some poet by the way 
 Of those I did not know, or did not praise ; 
 
 Who, with a poignard, or with secret play 
 
 Of some sharp dirk, might stab me from behind, 
 And take my life without a moment's stay. 
 
 Such meed of fame, sooth, fear I not to find, 
 Who have received so many in my day, 
 With guileless soul and with a grateful mind. 
 
 A certain stiff-necked stripling stopped the way, 
 A bard to trade, with dress that's all the rage, 
 And stamps him Goth a thousand leagues away ; 
 
 Who said with all the pertness of his age : 
 " Hark'ee, Senor Cervantes, well I know 
 I can a poet be, though I'm a page ; 
 
 With loads of witless poets didst thou go, 
 And left me out, who fain would see, I vow, 
 The dainty springs that in Parnassus flow ! 
 
 I do believe thou art a dotard, thou ; 
 Believe ! I said not well, I'd better say, 
 I've hit the very mark, and see it now ! " 
 
 Another there, whose verses made display 
 Of silver, mother-o'-pearl, and crystal too, 
 Of pearls and gold, in wildering array, 
 
 Like baited bull, came fiercely to my view ; 
 " With gauds like these, can any tell me why 
 They gave me not a place among the crew ?"
 
 260 Viaje del Parnaso. 
 
 Asi el discrete Apolo lo dispuso, 
 A los dos respondi, y en este hecho 
 De ignorancia 6 malicia no me acuso. 
 
 Fuime con esto, y lleno de despecho 
 Busque mi antigua y lobrega posada, 
 Y arrojeme molido sobre el lecho ; 
 Que cansa cuando es larga una Jornada. 
 
 FIN.
 
 Journey to Parnassus. 261 
 
 So cried he ; and to both I gave reply : 
 " It was the wise Apollo's wish," I said, 
 ** No malice, nay, nor ignorance had I ! " 
 
 On this, with smothered ire, I turned and fled, 
 And to my old and sombre home retired, 
 And flung me worn and shattered on my bed ; 
 For when a journey's long one feels so tired. 
 
 FINIS.
 
 APPENDIX 
 
 TO THE 
 
 "PARNASSUS."
 
 ADJUNTA AL PARNASO. 
 
 ALGUNOS dias estuvc reparandome de tan largo 
 viaje, al cabo de los cuales sail a ver y a ser visto, y 
 a recebir parabienes de mis amigos, y malas vistas 
 de mis enemigos ; que puesto que pienso que no tengo 
 ninguno, todavia no me aseguro de la comun suerte. 
 
 Succdio pues que saliendo una mariana del monas- 
 terio de Atocha, se llego a mi un mancebo al parecer 
 de veinte y cuatro anos poco mas 6 menos, todo 
 limpio, todo aseado y todo crujiendo gorgoranes, 
 pero con un cuello tan grande y tan almidonado, que 
 crei que para llevarle fueran menester los hombros 
 de un Atlante. Hijos deste cuello eran dos punos 
 chatos, que comenzando de las munecas, subian y 
 trepaban por las canillas del brazo arriba, que parecia 
 que iban a dar asalto a las barbas. No he visto yo 
 hiedra tan codiciosa de subir desde el pie de la 
 muralla donde se arrima, hasta las almcnas, como el 
 ahinco que llevaban estos punos a ir a darse de
 
 APPENDIX TO THE "PARNASSUS." 
 
 CERTAIN days did I remain recruiting myself 
 after so long a journey, at the end of which I sallied 
 forth to see and to be seen, to receive good greetings 
 from my friends and evil glances from my enemies ; 
 for though I have none that I know of, I do not 
 hold me exempt from the common lot. 
 
 And so it happened that, going forth one morning 
 from the monastery of Atocha, I was accosted by a 
 youth of some four-and-twenty summers, a few more 
 or less ; cleanly withal, and arrayed to the full in 
 garments of rustling silk, but with a ruff so large, 
 and so bestarched, that the shoulders of an Atlas 
 seemed needful to bear it. To match this ruff were 
 two flat cuffs, which, beginning with the wrists, went 
 creeping up the brachial bones, as if eager to assail 
 the whiskers. Never have I seen Ivy more ambitious 
 of climbing up its supporting wall to the topmost 
 battlements, than were these cuffs in their eager
 
 266 Adjunta al Parnaso. 
 
 punadas con los codes. Finalmente, la exorbitancia 
 del cuello y punos era tal, que en el cuello se 
 escondia y sepultaba el rostro, y en los punos los 
 brazos. 
 
 Digo pues que el tal mancebo se llego a mi, y con 
 voz grave y reposada me dijo : <: Es por ventura 
 vuestra merced el senor Miguel de Cervantes 
 Saavedra, el que ha pocos dias que vino del Par- 
 naso? 
 
 A esta pregunta creo sin duda que perdi la color 
 del rostro, porque en un instante imagine y dije 
 entre mi : Si es este alguno de los poetas que puse, 
 6 deje de poner en mi Viaje^ y viene ahora a darme 
 el pago que el se imagina se me debe ? 
 
 Pero sacando fuerzas de flaqueza, le respond! : 
 " Yo, senor, soy el mesmo que vuestra merced dice : 
 que es lo que se me manda ? *' 
 
 El luego en oyendo esto, abrio los brazos, y me 
 los echo al cuello, y sin duda me besara en la frente, 
 si la grandeza del cuello no lo impidiera, y dijome : 
 " Vuestra merced, senor Cervantes, me tenga por su 
 servidor y por su amigo, porque ha muchos dias que 
 le soy muy aficionado, asi por sus obras como por la 
 fama de su apacible condicion." 
 
 Oyendo lo cual respire, y los espiritus que 
 andaban alborotados, se sosegaron; y abrazando le 
 yo tambien con recato de no ajarle el cuello, le dije :
 
 Appendix to the Parnassus. 267 
 
 desire to come to fisticuffs with the elbows. In 
 short, the enormity of the ruff and cuffs was such, 
 that the face lay hid and buried in the ruff, and the 
 arms in the cuffs. 
 
 As I was saying, this same youth accosted me, 
 and said with grave and quiet voice : " Is your 
 worship, perchance, the Senor Miguel de Cervantes 
 who arrived from Parnassus a few days ago ? " 
 
 At this inquiry I verily believe that my face lost 
 colour, for in a twinkling I found me saying to my- 
 self : "May this be one of the poets whom I put, 
 or refrained from putting, into my Journey, and 
 who comes now to pay me off as he fancies I 
 deserve ? " 
 
 But gathering strength from weakness, I replied : 
 " I, Senor, am the same of whom your worship 
 speaks ; what would you with me ? " 
 
 On hearing this, he straightway opened his arms 
 and threw them round my neck, and would doubtless 
 have kissed my brow, had not the bigness of his ruff 
 hindered, and said to me : ** Let your worship, 
 Senor Cervantes, esteem me as your servant and 
 friend ; seeing I have been these many days your 
 admirer, both for your works' sake, and the well- 
 known kindliness of your disposition.'' 
 
 On hearing this, I breathed again, and my disturbed 
 spirits revived ; and embracing him, with due respect
 
 268 Adjunta al Parnaso. 
 
 " Yo no conozco a vuestra merced si no es para sir- 
 virle ; pero por las muestras bien se me trasluce que 
 vuestra merced es muy discrete y muy principal : 
 calidades que obligan a tener en veneracion a la 
 persona que las tiene." 
 
 Con estas pasamos otras corteses razones, y 
 anduvieron por alto los ofrecimientos, y de lance en 
 lance, me dijo : " Vuestra merced sabra, senor 
 Cervantes, que yo por la gracia de Apolo soy 
 poeta, 6 a lo menos deseo serlo, y mi nombre es 
 Pancracio de Roncesvalles." 
 
 MIGUEL. "Nunca tal creyera, si vuestra merced 
 no me lo hubiera dicho por su mesma boca." 
 
 PANCRACIO. " Pues por que no lo creyera 
 vuestra merced ? " 
 
 MIGUEL. " Porque los poetas por maravilla 
 andan tan atildados como vuestra merced, y es la 
 causa, que como son de ingenio tan altaneros y re- 
 montados, antes atienden a las cosas del espiritu, que 
 a las del cuerpo." 
 
 " Yo, senor," dijo el, " soy mozo, soy rico y soy 
 enamorado : partes que deshacen en mi la flojedad 
 que infunde la poesia. Por la mocedad tengo 
 brio; con la riqueza, con que mostrarle; y con el 
 amor, con que no parecer descuidado." 
 
 "Las tres partes del camino," ledijeyo, "se tiene 
 vuestra merced andadas para llegar a ser buen poeta."
 
 Appendix to the Parnassus. 269 
 
 to the integrity of his ruff, I said to him : "I do not 
 know your worship, save as your humble servant ; 
 but from visible proofs I am assured that you are 
 very discreet, and distinguished : qualities which 
 constrain me to respect the person who possesses 
 them." 
 
 On this we exchanged other courteous phrases, 
 and went to extremes in compliments, until, from one 
 thing to another, he said : " Your worship, Senor 
 Cervantes, should know that I, by Apollo's grace, 
 am a poet, or at least desire to be one, and my name 
 is Pancracio de Roncesvalles." 
 
 MIGUEL. '* I should never have believed it, 
 had you not told it me with your own mouth." 
 
 PANCRACIO. "Why, then, should you not 
 have believed it ? " 
 
 MIGUEL. " Because seldom or never do poets go 
 so finely arrayed as you do ; and the reason is, that, as 
 their genius is ever soaring aloft, they pay more heed 
 to the things of the spirit, than to those of the body." 
 
 " I, Senor,'* quoth he, " am young, rich, and 
 in love, qualities which undo in me the negligence 
 which poetry engenders. My youth gives me vigour, 
 my wealth the means of displaying it, and my love 
 saves me from all appearance of untidiness." 
 
 " Your worship," I replied, " has already gone 
 three parts of the way towards being a good poet."
 
 270 Adjunta al Parnaso. 
 
 PANCRACIO. " ^ Cuales son ? " 
 
 MIGUEL. " La de la riqueza y la del amor. 
 Porque los partos de los ingenios de la persona rica 
 y enamorada son asombros de la avaricia, y estimulos 
 de la liberalidad, y en el poeta pobre la mitad de sus 
 divinos partos y pensamientos se los llevan los cuida- 
 dos de buscar el ordinario sustento. Pero digame 
 vuestra merced, por su vida : de que suerte de 
 menestra poetica gasta 6 gusta mas ? " 
 
 PANCRACIO, " No entiendo eso de menestra 
 poetica." 
 
 MIGUEL. " Quiero decir, que a que genero de 
 poesia es vuestra merced mas inclinado, al lirico, al 
 heroico, 6 al comico." 
 
 PANCRACIO. " A todos estilos me amano ; pero 
 en el que mas me ocupo es en el comico." 
 
 MIGUEL. " Desa manera habra vuestra merced 
 compuesto algunas comedias." 
 
 PANCRACIO. " Muchas, pero solo una se ha 
 representado.'' 
 
 MIGUEL. " ^ Parecio bien ? " 
 
 PANCRACIO. " Al vulgo no." 
 
 MIGUEL. " Y a los discretes !" 
 
 PANCRACIO. " Tampoco." 
 
 MIGUEL. " La causa ? " 
 
 PANCRACIO. " La causa fue, que la acha- 
 caron que era larga en los razonamientos, no
 
 Appendix to the Parnassus. 27 1 
 
 PANCRACIO. " What may these be ? " 
 
 MIGUEL. "Those of riches and love; for the 
 fruits of the rich, enamoured one's genius avarice 
 stunts not, but liberality quickens ; while the half of 
 the poor poet's divine fruits and fancies miscarry by 
 reason of his anxious care to win his daily bread. 
 But tell me, for dear life, what kind of poetic pottage 
 do you relish most ? " 
 
 PANCRACIO. " I understand not what you mean 
 by poetic pottage." 
 
 MIGUEL. " I would say, what kind of poetry 
 do you most affect, the lyric, the heroic, or the 
 comic ? " 
 
 PANCRACIO. " I am apt at all styles, but that 
 which engages me most is the comic." 
 
 MIGUEL. " Your worship, then, will have writ- 
 ten some comedies ? " 
 
 PANCRACIO. " Many, but only one of them has 
 been put upon the stage." 
 
 MIGUEL. " Was it well received?" 
 
 PANCRACIO. " By the vulgar, no." 
 
 MIGUEL. " And by the enlightened ? " 
 
 PANCRACIO. * As little." 
 
 MIGUEL. " And the reason ? " 
 
 PANCRACIO. "The reason was, that they blamed 
 it for being long-winded in its speeches, not too chaste 
 in its verses, and altogether void of invention."
 
 272 Adjunta al Parnaso. 
 
 muy pura en los versos, y desmayada en la in- 
 vencion." 
 
 " Tachas son estas," respond! yo, " que pudieran 
 hacer parecer malas las del mesmo Plauto." 
 
 "Y mas," dijo el, "que no pudieron juzgalla, 
 porque no la dejaron acabar segun la gritaron. 
 Con todo esto, la echo el autor para otro dia ; pero 
 porfiar que porflar : cinco personas vinieron apenas." 
 
 " Creame vuestra merced," dije yo, " que las 
 comedias tienen dias, como algunas mujeres her- 
 mosas ; y que esto de acertarlas bien, va tanto en 
 la ventura, como en el ingenio : comedia he visto yo 
 apedreda en Madrid, que la han laureado en 
 Toledo : y no por esta primer desgracia deje vuestra 
 merced de proseguir en componerlas ; que podra ser 
 que cuando menos lo piense, acierte con alguna que 
 le de credito y dineros." 
 
 " De los dineros no hago caso," respondio el ; 
 " mas preciaria la fama, que cuanto hay; porque es 
 cosa de grandisimo gusto, y de no menos importancia 
 ver salir mucha gente de la comedia, todos contentos, 
 y estar el poeta que la compuso a la puerta del 
 teatro, recibiendo parabienes de todos." 
 
 "Sus descuentos tienen esas alegrias," le dije yo, 
 "que tal vez suele ser la comedia tan pesima, que 
 no hay quien alee los ojos a mirar al poeta, ni aun 
 el para cuatro calles del coliseo, ni aun los alzan los
 
 Appendix to the Parnassus. 273 
 
 "Blemishes these," I replied, "that would have 
 damned the comedies of Plautus himself! " 
 
 " And all the more," he rejoined, " that they left 
 themselves no means of judging it, for they hooted 
 it off the stage before it was half-finished. The 
 manager reserved it for another day : but worse and 
 worse, for scarcely five persons came." 
 
 " Believe me," I said to him, " that comedies have 
 their times as beautiful women have ; and chance, as 
 well as wit, plays a part in hitting these precisely. 
 I have seen a comedy pelted in Madrid, which was 
 crowned in Toledo. Let not your worship, then, be 
 discouraged by the first failure, but proceed to com- 
 pose others ; for when you least dream of it you may 
 succeed with one which will bring you in both credit 
 and coin." 
 
 "Of the coin I make no account," he replied, 
 "but fame I would prize, be it much or little. For 
 it is a thing of exquisite delight, and no less impor- 
 tance, to see crowds of people issuing from the comedy, 
 all in fine humour, and the poet who wrote it stand- 
 ing at the door of the theatre, receiving congratula- 
 tions from all around." 
 
 "Such pleasures have their drawbacks," I said 
 
 to him, " for sometimes the comedy may be so 
 
 wretchedly bad, that no one will care to cast eyes 
 
 on the poet, as he rushes headlong five streets' 
 
 T
 
 274 Adjunta al Parnaso. 
 
 que la recitaron, avergonzados y corridos de haberse 
 engafiado y escogidola por buena." 
 
 "Y vuestra merced, senor Cervantes," dijo el, 
 " i ha sido aficionado a la caratula? ^ha compuesto 
 alguna comedia?" 
 
 "Si," dije yo : "muchas; y a no ser mias, me 
 parecieran dignas de alabanza, como lo fueron : Los 
 Tratos de Argel, La Numancia, La gran Turquesca, 
 La Hatalla Naval, La Jerusalen, La Amaranta b La 
 del Mayo, el Basque amoroso, La Unica y la Bizarra 
 Arsinda, y otras muchas de que no me acuerdo ; 
 mas la que yo mas estimo, y de la que mas me precio, 
 fue y es, de una llamada La Confusa, la cual, con 
 paz sea dicho de cuantas comedias de capa y espada 
 hasta hoy se han representado, bien puede tener lugar 
 senalado por buena entre las mejores." 
 
 PANCRACIO. " Y agora tiene vuestra merced 
 algunas ? " 
 
 MIGUEL. " Seis tengo con otros seis entre- 
 meses." 
 
 PANCRACIO. "^Pues por que no se rcpre- 
 sentan ? " 
 
 MIGUEL. " Porque ni los autores me buscan, ni 
 yo les voy a buscar a ellos." 
 
 PANCRACIO. " No deben de saber que vuestra 
 merced las tiene." 
 
 MIGUEL. " Si saben, pero como tienen sus poetas
 
 Appendix to the Parnassus. 275 
 
 length from the building ; not even the players 
 thereof, who stand blushing and mortified at their 
 deception in having accepted the play as good ! " 
 
 " Has your worship, Senor Cervantes," said he, 
 "affected the playwright's art? Have you com- 
 posed any comedy ? " 
 
 "Yes," said I, "many; and, had they not been 
 mine, I should have held them worthy of praise, as 
 indeed they were : The Manners of Algiers ^Numancl a ^ 
 The grand Sultana , The Naval Combat ', Jerusalem, s 
 Amaranta or the May-flower^ The Amorous Grove, 
 The rare and matchless Arsinda, and many others 
 that have slipped from my memory. But that 
 which I most esteem, and still pride myself 
 upon, was, and is one styled The Confused Lady^ 
 which, with peace be it spoken, may rank as 
 good among the best of the comedies of the 
 * Cloak and Sword,' which have hitherto been 
 represented." 
 
 PANCRACIO. " Has your worship at present any 
 on hand?" 
 
 MIGUEL. " I have six, and as many more inter- 
 ludes." 
 
 PANCRACIO. " Why, then, are they not being 
 acted?" 
 
 MIGUEL. " Because neither do the managers 
 come to seek me, nor do I go to seek them."
 
 276 Adjunta a I Parnaso. 
 
 paniaguados, y les va bien con ellos, no buscan pan 
 de trastrigo ; pero yo pienso darlas a la estampa, 
 para que se vca de espacio lo que pasa apriesa, y se 
 disimula, 6 no se entiende cuando las representan; y 
 las comedias tienen sus sazones y tiempos, como los 
 cantares." 
 
 Aqui llegabamos con nuestra platica, cuando 
 Pancracio puso la mano en el seno, y saco del 
 una carta con su cubierta, y besandola, me la 
 puso en la mano : lei el sobrescrito, y vi que decla 
 desta manera : 
 
 " A Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, en la calle de 
 las Huertas, frontero de las casas donde solia vivir 
 el principe de Marruecos, en Madrid." Al porte : 
 medio real, digo diez y siete maravedis. 
 
 Escandalizome el porte, y de la declaracion del 
 
 medio real, digo diez y siete. Y volviendosela le 
 dije : 
 
 " Estando yo en Valladolid llevaron una carta a mi 
 casa para mi, con un real de porte : recebiola y pago 
 el porte una sobrina mia,quenuncaellale pagara; pero 
 diome por disculpa, que muchas veces me habia oido 
 decir que en tres cosas era bien gastado el dinero: en 
 dar limosna, en pagar al buen medico, y en el porte de 
 las cartas,ora sean de amigos, 6 de enemigos, que las 
 dc los amigos avisan,y de las de los enemigos se puede 
 tomar algun indicio de sus pensamientos. Dicronmela,
 
 Appendix to the Parnassus. 277 
 
 PANCRACIO. " Haply they know not that you 
 have them ? " 
 
 MIGUEL. " Yes, they know it ; but as they 
 have their own household poets, who bring grist to 
 the mill, they do not seek finer corn than the finest. I 
 have thoughts, however, of giving them to the press, 
 that people may see at their leisure what passes 
 hurriedly, inaccurately, and often unintelligibly when 
 acted on the stage. And comedies have their times 
 and seasons as popular songs have." 
 
 We had reached this point of our dialogue, when 
 Pancracio thrust his hand into his bosom, and drew 
 therefrom a letter with its envelope, and kissing it, 
 he placed it in my hands. I read the superscription 
 and found it to run thus : 
 
 " To Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, in Orchard 
 Street, fronting the house where the Prince of Mo- 
 rocco used to live, in Madrid." For postage : half 
 a real, I mean, seventeen maravedis. 
 
 I boggled at the postage, and its imposition of 
 "half a real, I mean, seventeen maravedis." So, 
 returning the letter to him, I said : 
 
 " While I was living in Valladolid a letter was 
 brought to my house for me, with a real for postage. 
 A niece of mine received it and paid the postage, 
 which she never ought to have paid. But she 
 tendered as excuse, that she had often heard me say
 
 2y 8 Adjunta a I Parnaso. 
 
 y veniaen ella un soneto malo,desmayado,sin garbo ni 
 agudeza alguna, diciendo mal del Don ^uijote ; y de 
 lo queme peso fue del real,ypropuse desde entonces de 
 no tomar carta con porte : asi que, si vuestra merced le 
 quiere llevar desta, bien se la puede volver, que yo 
 se que no me puede importar tanto como el medio 
 real que se me pide." 
 
 Riose muy de gana el senor Roncesvalles, y 
 dijome : " Aunque soy poeta, no soy tan misero que 
 me aficioncn diez y siete maravedis. Advierta 
 vuestra merced, senor Cervantes, que esta carta por 
 lo menos es del mesmo Apolo : el la escribio no ha 
 viente dias en el Parnaso, y me la dio para que a 
 vuestra merced la diese : vuestra merced la lea, que 
 yo se que le ha de dar gusto." 
 
 "Hare lo que vuestra merced me manda," respond! 
 yo ; " pero quiero que antes de leerla, vuestra merced 
 me le haga de decirme, como, cuando, y a que fue 
 al Parnaso." 
 
 Y el respondio : " Como fui, fue por mar, y en una 
 fragata que yo y otros diez poetas fletamos en 
 Barcelona ; cuando fui, fue seis dias despues de la 
 batalla que se dio entre los buenos y los malos 
 poetas ; a que fui, fue a hallarme en ella, por 
 obligarme a ello la profesion mia." 
 
 " A buen seguro," dije yo, " que fueron vuestras 
 mercedes bien recebidos del senor Apolo."
 
 Appendix to the Parnassus. 279 
 
 that money was well spent in doing three things : in 
 giving alms, in feeing a good doctor, and in paying 
 the postage of letters, whether from friends or enemies; 
 for those of friends give goodly counsel, while those 
 of enemies may afford some clue to their designs. I 
 opened the missive, and there dropped from it a bad, 
 pithless, graceless, pointless Sonnet in dispraise of 
 the ' Don Quixote.' But what weighed most on my 
 soul was the matter of the real, and I resolved that 
 after this I would take in no letter bearing postage. 
 So if your worship means to exact it, you may take 
 the letter back, for I have strong suspicion that to 
 me it is not worth the half real you ask for it ! " 
 
 Whereupon Senor Roncesvalles laughed heartily, 
 and said to me : " Albeit I am a poet, I am not so 
 badly off as to higgle about seventeen maravedis. 
 Your worship, Senor Cervantes, must understand 
 that this letter is from no less a personage than 
 Apollo himself. He wrote it in Parnassus not 
 twenty days ago, and gave it me to give to you. 
 Read it, for well I know it will give you pleasure." 
 
 " I will do," said I, " what your worship requests, 
 but, before reading it, would you inform me how, 
 when, and wherefore you went to Parnassus ? " 
 
 To which he replied : " How I went, was by Sea, 
 and in a frigate chartered by me, and ten other poets, 
 in Barcelona ; when I went, was six days after the
 
 280 Adjunta al Parnaso. 
 
 PANCRACIO. "Si fuimos, aunque le hallamos 
 muy occupado a el, y a las senoras Pierides, arando 
 y sembrando de sal todo aquel tcrmino del campo 
 donde se dio la batalla. Preguntele para que se 
 hacia aquello, y respondiome, que asi como de los 
 dientes de la serpiente de Cadmo habian nacido 
 hombres armados, y de cada cabeza cortada de la 
 hidra que mato Hercules habian renacido otras siete, 
 y de las gotas de la sangre de la cabeza de Medusa 
 sc habia llenado de serpientes toda la Libia ; de la 
 mesma manera de la sangre podrida de los males 
 poetas que en aquel sitio habian sido muertos, 
 comenzaban a nacer del tamano de ratones otros 
 poetillas rateros, que llevaban camino de henchir toda 
 la tierra de aquella mala simiente, y que por esto se 
 araba aquel lugar, y se sembraba de sal, como si 
 fuera casa de traidores." 
 
 En oyendo esto, abri luego la carta, y vi que 
 decia :
 
 Appendix to the Parnassus. 281 
 
 battle waged between the good and bad poets ; 
 wherefore I went, was to fulfil the obligation imposed 
 on me by my profession." 
 
 " Then of a surety," said I, " your worship was 
 well received by my lord Apollo ? " 
 
 " We were indeed : though we found his lordship, 
 and the ladies Pierides, very much busied in plough- 
 ing and sowing with salt that portion of the field 
 where the battle took place. I asked him why he 
 was doing this, and he answered, that just as from 
 the teeth of the dragon of Cadmus there sprung up 
 armed men, and from each severed head of the 
 Hydra slain by Hercules seven others were pro- 
 duced, and from the blood-clots of Medusa's head 
 the whole of Lybia became peopled with serpents ; 
 so in like manner from the putrid blood of the bad 
 poets, done to death on that field, a whole crop 
 of little poets, small as mice, began already to 
 peer forth, so that the whole country-side was 
 threatened with the plague of that evil seed. For 
 this reason, he said, he was ploughing up the spot, and 
 sowing it with salt, as if it were a house of traitors ! " 
 
 On hearing this I forthwith opened the letter, and 
 found its contents to be these :
 
 28 2 Adjunta al Parnaso. 
 
 APOLO DELFICO 
 
 A MIGUEL DE CERVANTES SAAVEDRA. 
 
 SALUD. 
 
 El senor Pancracio de Roncesvalles,llevador desta, 
 dira a vuestra merced, senor Miguel de Cervantes, 
 en que me hallo ocupado el dia que llego a verme 
 con sus amigos. Y yo digo, que estoy muy quejosa 
 de la descortesia que conmigo se uso en partirse 
 vuestra merced deste monte sin despedirse de mi, ni 
 de mis hijas, sabiendo cuanto le soy aficionado, y las 
 Musas por el consiguiente ; pero si se me da por 
 disculpa que le llevo el deseo de ver a su Mecenas el 
 gran conde de Lemos, en las fiestas famosas de 
 Napoles, yo la acepto, y le perdono. 
 
 Despues que vuestra merced partio deste lugar, 
 me han sucedido muchas desgracias, y me he visto 
 en grandes aprietos, especialmente por consumir y 
 acabar los poetas que iban naciendo de la sangred e 
 los malos que aqui murieron, aunque ya, gracias al 
 cielo y a mi industria, este dano esta remediado.
 
 Appendix to the Parnassus. 283 
 APOLLO DELPHICUS 
 
 TO MIGUEL DE CERVANTES SAAVEDRA. 
 
 HEALTH. 
 
 Senor Pancracio de Roncesvalles, the bearer of 
 this, will tell your worship, Senor Miguel de Cervan- 
 tes, how he found me employed on that day when he 
 came with his friends to visit me. Let me say, 
 that I am greatly vexed by the discourtesy with 
 which you treated me, when you left this mount 
 without taking leave of me and my daughters ; 
 knowing how much I, and the Muses of course, are 
 attached to you. But if you tender as excuse, that 
 you were borne away by the desire of visiting your 
 Maecenas, the great Count de Lemos, during the 
 famous feasts of Naples, I accept it and pardon you. 
 
 Since your worship left this place many unpleasant 
 things have befallen me, and I have found me in 
 great straits, especially in putting a final end to the 
 poets, who kept sprouting up from the blood of the 
 bad ones who died here ; though, thanks to Heaven 
 and mine own good husbandry, that damage has 
 been remedied.
 
 284 Adjunta al Parnaso. 
 
 No se si del ruido de la batalla, 6 del vapor que 
 arrojo de si la tierra, empapada en la sangre de los 
 contrarios, me han dado unos vaguidos de cabeza, 
 que verdaderamente me tienen como tonto, y no 
 acierto a escribir cosa que sea de gusto ni de prove- 
 cho : asi, si vuestra merced viere por alia que algunos 
 poetas, aunque sean de los mas famosos, escriben y 
 componen impertinencias y cosas de poco fruto, no 
 los culpe, ni los tenga en menos, sino que disimule 
 con ellos : que pues yo, que soy el padre y el inventor 
 de la poesia, deliro y parezco mentecato, no es mucho 
 que lo parezcan ellos. 
 
 Envio a vuestra merced unos privilegios, orde- 
 nanzas y advertimientos, tocantes a los poetas : 
 vuestra merced los haga guardar y cumplir al pie de 
 la letra, que para todo ello doy a vuestra merced mi 
 poder cumplido cuanto de derecho se requiere. 
 
 Entre los poetas que aqui vinieron con el sefior 
 Pancracio de Roncesvalles, se quejaron algunos de 
 que no iban en la lista de los que Mercurio llevo a 
 Espana, y que asi vuestra merced no los habia puesto 
 en su Viaje. Yo les dije, que la culpa era mia, y 
 no de vuestra merced ; pero que el remedio deste 
 dano estaba en que procurasen ellos ser famosos por 
 sus obras, que ellas por si mismas les darian fama y 
 claro renombre, sin andar mendigando ajenas ala- 
 banzas.
 
 Appendix to the Parnassus. 285 
 
 Whether caused by the din of battle or the 
 steaming vapours from the earth soaked with the 
 blood of the slain, I know not, but I feel certain 
 swimmings of the head, which hold me as one 
 distraught, unable to write anything either for 
 pleasure or profit. So, if you should find over there 
 that certain poets (be they even of the most famous) 
 are writing or composing needless things to little 
 purpose, do not blame them or esteem them less, 
 but bear with them ; for if I, who am the father and 
 inventor of poesy, seem to be lightheaded, it is no 
 wonder that they also should seem so. 
 
 I send your worship certain privileges, decrees, 
 and warnings, appertaining to the poets. Be pleased 
 to see that they observe and fulfil them to the letter; 
 and for this purpose I invest you with plenary powers 
 to take all lawful measures. 
 
 Of the poets who came hither with Setior Pancracio 
 de Roncesvalles, certain complained that they were 
 not found in the list of those which Mercury carried 
 to Spain, and were therefore not inserted by you 
 in your Journey. I told them that the fault was 
 mine and not yoars ; but that the remedy for this 
 wrong lay in their seeking to become famous through 
 their works ; that these of themselves would give 
 them fame and clear renown, without gadding 
 about to beg praise from others.
 
 286 Adjunta al Parnaso. 
 
 De mano en mano, si se ofreciere ocasion de mcn- 
 sajero, ire enviando mas privilegios, y avisando de 
 lo que en este monte pasare. Vuestra merced haga 
 lo mesmo, avisandome de su salud y de la de todos 
 los amigos. 
 
 Al famoso Vicente Espinel dara vuestra merced 
 mis encomiendas, como a uno de los mas antiguos y 
 verdaderos amigos que yo tengo. 
 
 Si D. Francisco de Quevedo no hubiere partido 
 para venir a Sicilia, donde le esperan, tdquele vuestra 
 merced la mano, y digale que no deje de llegar a 
 verme, pues estaremos tan cerca ; que cuando aqui 
 vino, por la subita partida no tuve lugar de hablarle. 
 
 Si vuestra merced encontrare por alia algun trans- 
 fuga de los veinte que se pasaron al bando contrario, 
 no les diga nada, ni los aflija, que harta mala ventura 
 tienen, pues son como demonios, que se llevan la pena 
 y la confusion con ellos mesmos do quiera que vayan. 
 
 Vuestra merced tenga cuenta con su salud, y mire 
 por si, y guardese de mi, especialmente en los cani- 
 culares, que aunque le soy amigo, en tales dias 
 no va en mi mano, ni miro en obligaciones, ni en 
 amistadcs. 
 
 Al senor Pancracio de Roncesvalles tcngale vuestra 
 merced por amigo, y comuniquelo : y pues es rico, no 
 se le de nada que sea mal poeta. Y con esto nuestro 
 Senor guarde a vuestra merced como puede y yo deseo.
 
 Appendix to the Parnassus. 287 
 
 If I should find a handy messenger, I shall go on 
 sending you, from time to time, more privileges, 
 and apprise you of all that takes place on this hill. 
 Let your worship do the same, giving me tidings of 
 your health, and that of all my friends. 
 
 Give my warmest regards to the famous Vicente 
 Espinel, as to one of the oldest and staunchest 
 friends I have. 
 
 If D. Francisco de Quevedo hath not left for 
 Sicily, where they await him, seize him by the hand, 
 and tell him he must not fail to visit me in a 
 neighbourly way; for his late sudden departure 
 gave me no time to talk with him. 
 
 If your worship should meet with any deserters of 
 the twenty who went over to the enemy, say nothing 
 to them, nor vex them, for hard enough is their fate, 
 seeing they are like unto demons, who bear pain and 
 punishment in their bosoms, wherever they go. 
 
 Let your worship take heed to your health, and 
 look to yourself, and beware of me, especially during 
 the dog-days ; for though I be your friend, on such 
 days I am not master of myself, and regard neither 
 duties nor friendships. 
 
 Hold Senor Pancracio de Roncesvalles as your 
 friend, and confide in him ; and, since he is rich, let it 
 not concern him that he is a poor poet. And so may 
 our Lord guard your worship as he can, and as I desire.
 
 288 Adjunta al Parnaso. 
 
 Del Parnaso a 22 de Julio, el dia que me calzo 
 las espuelas para subirme sobre la Canicula, 1614. 
 Servidor de vuestra merced, 
 
 APOLO LUCIDO. 
 
 En acabando la carta, vi que en un papel aparte 
 venia escrito : 
 
 PRIVILEGIOS, ORDENANZAS Y ADVERTEN- 
 
 CIAS, QUE APOLO ENVIA A LOS 
 
 POETAS ESPANOLES. 
 
 Es el primero, que algunos poetas sean conocidos 
 tanto por el desalino de sus personas, como por la 
 fama de sus versos. 
 
 Item, que si algun poeta dijere que es pobre, sea 
 luego creido por su simple palabra, sin otro jura- 
 mento 6 averiguacion alguna. 
 
 Ordcnase, que todo poeta sea de blanda y de suave 
 condicion, y que no mire en puntos, aunque los traiga 
 sueltos en sus medias. 
 
 Item, que si algun poeta llegare a casa de algun 
 su amigo 6 conocido, y estuviere comiendo y le con- 
 vidare, que aunque el jure que ya ha comido, no se 
 le crea en ninguna manera, sino que le hagan
 
 Appendix to the Parnassus. 289 
 
 From Parnassus, this 2 2nd of July, the day 
 when I buckled on my spurs to mount the Dog-star, 
 1614. 
 
 Your worship's obedient Servant, 
 
 APOLLO LUCIDUS. 
 
 On finishing the letter I found, on a separate 
 sheet, writing to this effect : 
 
 PRIVILEGES, DECREES, AND WARNINGS, 
 
 WHICH APOLLO SENDS TO THE 
 
 SPANISH POETS. 
 
 The first is, that any poets may be known, as 
 well by the untidiness of their persons, as by the fame 
 of their verses. 
 
 Item, that if any poet should affirm that he is poor, 
 he shall forthwith be believed on his simple word, 
 without other oath or affidavit whatsoever. 
 
 It is decreed, that every poet be of a mild and 
 genial disposition, and stand not on points, albeit he 
 may go with holes in his stockings. 
 
 Item, that if any poet should arrive at the house 
 
 of a friend or acquaintance, and find him at dinner 
 
 and be invited to eat, though he should swear that 
 
 he has already dined, he shall in no wise be believed, 
 
 U
 
 290 Adjunta al Parnaso. 
 
 comer por fuerza, que en tal caso no se le hara muy 
 grande. 
 
 Item, que el mas pobre poeta del mundo, como no 
 sea de los Adanes y Matusalenes, pueda decir que es 
 enamorado, aunque no lo este, y poner el nombre a 
 su dama como mas le viniere a cuento, ora llaman- 
 dola Amarili, ora Anarda, ora Clori, ora Fills, ora 
 Filida, 6 ya Juana Tellez, 6 como mas gustare, sin 
 que desto se le pueda pedir ni pida razon alguna. 
 
 Item, se ordena que todo poeta, de cualquicr calidad 
 y condicion que sea, sea tenido y le tengan por 
 hijodalgo, en razon del generoso ejercicio en que se 
 ocupa, como son tenidos por cristianos viejos los 
 ninos que 11am an de la piedra. 
 
 Item, se advierte que ningun poeta sea osado de es- 
 cribir versos en alabanzas de principes y senores, por 
 ser mi intencion y advertida voluntad, que la lisonja 
 ni la adulucion no atraviesen los umbrales de mi casa. 
 
 Item, que todo poeta comico, que felizmente 
 hubiere sacado a luz tres comedias, pueda entrar sin 
 pagar en los teatros, si ya no fuere la limosna de 
 la segunda puerta, y aun esta si pudiese ser, la 
 excuse. 
 
 Item, se advierte que si algun poeta quisiere dar a 
 la estampa algun libro que el hubiere compuesto, no 
 se de a entender que por dirigirle a algun mcnarca, 
 el tal libro ha de ser estimado, porque si el no es
 
 Appendix to the Parnassus. 291 
 
 but be made to sit down by force, for in such case 
 no great amount will be needed. 
 
 Item, that the poorest poet in the world, provided 
 he be not one of the Adams or Methusalems, may 
 declare himself enamoured, though he be not so, and 
 ma } 7 gi ye sucn name to his mistress as shall best suit 
 his fancy, calling her Amaryllis, or Anarda, or 
 Chloris, or Phyllis, or Filida, or even Joan Tellez, at 
 his own pleasure, without reason given or required. 
 
 Item, it is decreed, that every poet, of whatsoever 
 quality or condition, may be and should be esteemed 
 an " Hidalgo," by virtue of the gentle profession he 
 follows ; just as children, so-called of the gutter, 
 are held to be sound old Christians. 
 
 Item, warning is given, that no poet shall dare to 
 write verses in praise of princes and lords, since it is 
 my declared will and intention that neither wiles nor 
 flattery shall pass the threshold of my house. 
 
 Item, that every comic poet, who has brought out 
 three successful comedies, shall have the entry of the 
 theatres without payment, unless it be the pittance 
 for the poor at the second door, and even this, if need 
 be, shall be excused him. 
 
 Item, warning is given, that if any poet shall go 
 to press with any work he may have composed, he is 
 in no wise to presume that, by dedicating it to some 
 monarch, said book must needs be applauded, for,
 
 292 Adjunta al Parnaso. 
 
 bucno, no le adobara la dircccion, aunque sea hecha 
 al prior de Guadalupe. 
 
 Item, se advierte que todo poeta no se desprecie de 
 decir que lo es ; que si fuere bueno, sera digno de 
 alabanza ; y si malo, no faltara quien lo alabe; que 
 cuando nace la escoba, etc. 
 
 Item, que todo buen poeta pueda disponer de mi 
 y de lo que hay en el cielo a su beneplacito : conviene 
 a saber, que los rayos de mi cabellera los pueda 
 trasladar y aplicar a los cabellos de su dama, y hacer 
 dos soles sus ojos, que conmigo seran tres, y asi 
 andara el mundo mas alumbrado ; y de las estrellas, 
 signos y planetas puede servirse de modo, que 
 cuando menos lo piense, la tenga hecha una esfera 
 celeste. 
 
 Item, que todo poeta a quien sus versos le hubieren 
 dado a entender que lo es, se estime y tenga en 
 mucho, ateniendose a aquel refran : Ruin sea el que 
 por ruin st tiene. 
 
 Item, se ordena que ningun poeta grave haga 
 corrillo en lugares publicos, recitando sus versos ; que 
 los que son buenos, en las aulas de Atenas se habian 
 de recitar, que no en las plazas. 
 
 Item, se da aviso particular que si alguna madre 
 tuviere hijos pequenuelos, traviesos y llorones, los 
 pueda amenazar y espantar con el coco, diciendoles : 
 Guardaos, ninos, que viene el poeta fulana, que os
 
 Appendix to the Parnassus. 293 
 
 if it be not good, no dedication will better it, even 
 though it be addressed to the Prior of Guadalupe. 
 
 Item, warning is given, that no poet shall disdain 
 to avow his title ; for, if he be a good poet, he is 
 worthy of praise, and, if a bad one, he will not lack 
 admirers; for "with the thistle grows the ass," &c. 
 
 Item, that every good poet may dispose of me, 
 and of all that is in heaven, at his own pleasure. 
 He may, forsooth, take the beams of my locks, and 
 transfer them to the tresses of his mistress ; he may 
 make two suns of her eyes, which, with me, will 
 make three, and so shall the world be flooded with 
 light. In like manner may he avail himself of the 
 stars, signs, and planets, and fashion thereof, ere he 
 dream of it, a whole celestial globe. 
 
 Item, that every poet, whose verses give him 
 reason to think himself such, may hold himself in 
 high respect, remembering the old adage : " Low is 
 he who holds himself in low esteem." 
 
 Item, it is decreed, that no grave poet shall form 
 a circle in public places, reciting therein his verses ; 
 for those which are good should be declaimed in the 
 halls of Athens, and not in the city squares. 
 
 Item, be it known in particular, that if any 
 mother have small, fidgetty, squalling children, she 
 may frighten them with the bogie in these terms : 
 ** Take heed, boys, for Mr. poet So-and-so is coming
 
 294 Adjunta al Parnaso, 
 
 echara con sus malos versos en la sima de Cabra, 6 
 en el pozo Airon. 
 
 Item, que los dias de ayuno no se entienda quo 
 los ha quebrantado el poeta que aquella manana se 
 ha comido las unas al hacer de sus versos. 
 
 Item, se ordena que todo poeta que diere en ser 
 espadachin, valenton y arrojado, por aquella parte de 
 la valentia se le desagiie y vaya la fama que podia 
 alcanzar por sus buenos versos. 
 
 Item, se advierte que no ha de ser tenido por 
 ladron el poeta que hurtare algun verso ajeno, y le 
 encajare entre los suyos, como no sea todo el con- 
 cepto y toda la copla entera, que en tal caso tan 
 ladron es como Caco. 
 
 Item, que todo buen poeta, aunque no haya com- 
 puesto poema heroico, ni sacado al teatro del mundo 
 obras grandes, con cualesquiera, aunque sean pocas, 
 pueda alcanzar renombre de divino, como le alcan- 
 zaron Garcilaso de la Vega, Francisco de Figueroa, 
 el Capitan Francisco de Aldana y Hernando de 
 Herrera. 
 
 Item, se da aviso que si algun poeta fuere favore- 
 cido de algun principe, ni le visite a menudo, ni le 
 pida nada, sino dejese llevar de la corriente de su 
 ventura ; que el que tiene providencia de sustentar 
 las sabandijas de la tierra y los gusarapos del agua, la 
 tendra de alimcntar a un poeta, por sabandija que sea.
 
 Appendix to the Parnassus. 295 
 
 to drop you, with his bad verses, into Cabra's cavern, 
 or Airon's well ! " 
 
 Item, that on a Fast-day it shall not be presumed 
 that a poet hath broken it, because that morning he 
 may have chewed his nails in making his verses. 
 
 Item, it is decreed, that every poet, who sets him- 
 self up as a swashbuckler, bully, and dare-devil, 
 shall, for that display of valour, be clean emptied of 
 the fame he may have gained by his good verses. 
 
 Item, be it known to all, that no poet is to be held 
 as a purloiner, who shall take the verse of some one 
 else and insert it amongst his own ; provided it be 
 not the whole idea or the entire stanza, in which case 
 he must be branded as a very Cacus. 
 
 Item, that every good poet, though he may not 
 have composed a heroic poem or given great works 
 to the world's stage, may with any works, however 
 small, achieve the distinction of " divine ; " in like 
 manner as it was gained by Garcilaso de la Vega, 
 Francisco de Figueroa, Captain Francisco de Aldana, 
 and Hernando de Herrera. 
 
 Item, warning is given, that if any poet be favoured 
 of any prince, he is not to weary him with visits, nor 
 dun him for anything, but let himself be borne on 
 the current of his luck; for he who caters for the 
 worms of the earth and the small fry of the sea, will 
 be mindful of a poet, worm though he be.
 
 296 Adjunta al Parnaso. 
 
 En suma, estos fueron los privilegios, advertencias 
 y ordenanzas que Apolo me envio, y el seiior Pan- 
 cracio de Roncesvalles me trujo, con quien quede en 
 mucha amistad, y los dos quedamos de concierto de 
 despachar un propio con la respuesta al senor Apolo, 
 con las nuevas desta corte. Darase noticia del dia, 
 para que todos sus aficionados le escriban. 
 
 FIN DE LA ADJUNTA.
 
 Appendix to the Parnassus. 297 
 
 Such, in brief, were the privileges, warnings, and 
 decrees which Apollo sent me by the hand of Senor 
 Pancracio de Roncesvalles. He and I are now firm 
 friends ; and are minded to dispatch a familiar to my 
 lord Apollo, bearing our answer, with the news of 
 the town. Due notice will be given of the day, 
 so that all his devoted friends may write to him. 
 
 END OF THE APPENDIX.
 
 LETTER OF CERVANTES TO 
 MATEO VAZQUEZ. 
 
 WRITTEN DURING THE SECOND YEAR OF HIS 
 
 CAPTIVITY IN ALGIERS. 
 
 1575-80.
 
 'Twas in the fight when that famed bolt of war, 
 The Austrian Eagle's son that scorned to yield, 
 Plucked from the Asian King, of luckless star, 
 Bright leaves of laurel on the billowy field 
 'Twas then that envious fate, with cruel stroke, 
 Struck down CERVANTES and bemaimed his hand ; 
 When lo ! his genius in its strength awoke, 
 And changed dull lead to purest diamond, 
 Chaunting such sweet, refined, sonorous verse, 
 As after ages will for aye rehearse ; 
 For men will tell how one hand, maimed in strife, 
 Could give its master an immortal life ! 
 
 LOPE DE VEGA, 
 Laurel de Apolo. 
 1630.
 
 PREFATORY NOTE. 
 
 This remarkable letter of Cervantes, addressed to 
 Mateo Vazquez de Leca Colona, Secretary of State 
 to Philip II., after the downfall of Antonio Perez, is 
 now for the first time presented to English readers in 
 its entirety, with a transcript of the antique text, 
 and a literal version in the metre of the original. It 
 was discovered at Madrid in the beginning of April, 
 1863, among the archives of the Count of Altamira, 
 by the distinguished academician, D. Tomas Munoz 
 y Romero, through an official of the household, D. 
 Luis Buitrago y Peribanez. It was found amongst 
 a bundle of papers, labelled " Divers Matters of 
 Curiosity," which also contained an autograph MS. 
 of Lope de Vega's Comedy, Los Benavides. Such 
 wide-spread interest did the discovery of this letter 
 excite, that it was submitted for critical inspection to 
 Senor Hartzenbusch, Director of the Royal Library 
 of Madrid, who, convinced of its authenticity, pub-
 
 302 Prefatory Note. 
 
 lished it for the first time in the ninth number of the 
 "Boletin Bibliografico Espanol " for 1863. He 
 afterwards appended it to the fourth volume of his 
 charming bijou edition of the " Don Quixote," 
 (Argamasilla, 4 vols., 1863) ; and it was finally 
 inserted in Rivadeneyra's magnificent edition of the 
 collected works of Cervantes (Madrid, 12 vols., 
 1863-4), as a genuine relic of the " prince of Spanish 
 wits." The letter consists of eighty tercets and a 
 quatrain. The last sixty-seven lines, containing the 
 impassioned appeal to Philip II., are to be found 
 almost verbatim in the first Act of Cervantes' 
 Comedy, El Trato de ArgeL 
 
 Although addressed to Philip's Secretary of State, 
 it does not seem to have been laid before the King 
 himself, and instead of being consigned to the archives 
 of Simancas, it found its way into those of the house 
 of Altamira, with which noble family Mateo Vazquez 
 was connected by marriage. When the library of 
 the family was dispersed a few years ago, a vast 
 number of Vazquez's State papers and correspondence 
 were ruthlessly disposed of for the price of waste 
 paper (nine reals the arroba!}. A portion of these 
 was eventually purchased by the British Museum, 
 but the famous letter is, unfortunately, not among the 
 number. It is at present, we believe, in the possession 
 of the Duke of Baena.
 
 Prefatory Note. 303 
 
 Such is a short account of the history of this 
 interesting epistle, which forms a worthy pendant to 
 the "Viaje del Parnaso," both from a literary and 
 biographical point of view. It is the first noted poem 
 of Cervantes, of any great length, that has come 
 down to us. Though he himself tells us, 
 
 From earliest years I loved with passion rare 
 The winsome art of Poesy the gay, 
 
 yet none of his 3 7 outhful compositions have survived, 
 save a few mediocre sonnets and redondillas contri- 
 buted, when he was twenty-two years of age, to the 
 curious work of his Master in Arts, Juan Lopez de 
 Hoyos, on the " Death and Obsequies of Queen 
 Isabella of Valois." He also gives us in the "Viaje" 
 a mysterious intimation of the composition of a 
 pastoral poem in the heyday of his youth : 
 
 To rival Phyllis my Phylena gay 
 
 Hath carolled through the woods, whose leafy land 
 Gave forth the sound of many a merry lay. 
 
 But poor Phylena seems to have lost herself in the 
 woods, for she has never been seen nor heard of 
 since. During his lengthened stay in Italy as a 
 soldier, he was a passionate student of the masters 
 of Italian poetry, notably of Ariosto, but his own 
 poetic genius lay unproductive. Algiers, strange to 
 say, was the cradle of his muse as it was the mould 
 of his character. Even amid the terrible sufferings
 
 304 Prefatory Note. 
 
 of their slavery, the Spanish captives were in the 
 habit, when occasion offered, of giving dramatic re- 
 presentations, wherein they recited their national 
 romances, and danced their national dances, to keep 
 alive the flame of their patriotism. Cervantes was 
 the life and soul of this movement. In his Comedy, 
 Los Banos de Argel, he gives a mirthful account of 
 the acting of one of Lope de Rueda's quaint collo- 
 quies in the country dialect, under like circumstances. 
 Of the "numberless romances" which he tells us he 
 composed in his lifetime, most, doubtless, were 
 written to amuse and stir up his despairing fellow- 
 sufferers. And perhaps too that simple little drama 
 called The Comedy of the Sovereign Virgin of Guada- 
 lupe, and her miracles, which is now generally attri- 
 buted to Cervantes, was written by him for the 
 prison-theatre of Algiers. But his poetical epistle 
 is the finest product of his captive pen. It is full of 
 pathos, a very cry " from out the depths." Never 
 were the melody and power of the terza rima used 
 by Cervantes with more skill or to nobler purpose. 
 
 The insinuating, yet delicate and ingenuous 
 flattery with which he seeks to gain the ear of the 
 royal favourite ; the matchless vigour of expression 
 with which he goes on to recount the horrors and 
 triumphs of Lepanto, the capture of the galley Sol, 
 and the intolerable barbarities endured by himself
 
 Prefatory Note. 305 
 
 and fellow-captives ; to crown all, the clear ringing 
 tone, like a trumpet-call, with which he summons 
 King Philip to come to the rescue of 20,000 
 Spanish Christians, and attach Algiers to the Spanish 
 crown ; all these combined give a thrilling interest 
 to this unique letter. 
 
 The appeal was fruitless, but the honour of the 
 effort remains with Cervantes. Mateo Vazquez 
 might bury the letter in his portfolio, and belie the 
 encomiums of his former admirer, but Cervantes' 
 noble description of the "Perfect Statesman" is still 
 worthy of perusal for itself alone. Philip, too, might 
 remain deaf to the appeal, and waste his strength in 
 petty wars, and his substance in raising up that 
 monument of ostentation the Escurial ; but there 
 were some even of his contemporaries bold enough to 
 say, that had the one-handed captive been duly 
 seconded, Christendom might have been avenged, 
 and Spain enriched with a new province. For 
 Cervantes was not a man of mere words. He had 
 the courage to dare great things as well as the spirit 
 to plan them. In after life he was accustomed to 
 speak with special pride of the part he played, and 
 the wounds he received in the great combat of 
 Lepanto ; but his countrymen may be prouder still 
 of the bearing he showed during the five years of his 
 sore captivity. The indomitable daring of the man, 
 X
 
 306 Prefatory Note. 
 
 the steadfast purity of his life, the self-sacrificing 
 generosity he lavished on his comrades, and withal, 
 the inborn gaiety that enabled him to bear all and 
 dare all with a gallant heart ; these combined acted 
 like a magic spell over friends and oppressors, and 
 clearly marked him out as one born to be a leader of 
 men. 
 
 But neither in the State nor in literature was such 
 a leadership ever vouchsafed him during his lifetime. 
 And as he himself naively tells us, the sole outcome 
 of those five years of cruel suffering, and fruitless 
 daring was, that he was thereby enabled during his 
 whole career to reduce to perfect practice the hardest 
 of all lessons, viz. : to bear poverty and neglect with 
 patience. He might also have added that the manly 
 independence of thought and action, which pervaded 
 his writings as it did his life, was due in no small 
 
 O * 
 
 measure to the stern schooling of his slavery in 
 Algiers. 
 
 This idea is gracefully wrought out in one of the 
 laudatory sonnets prefixed to Cervantes' Galatea, 
 published in 1584, four years after his return from 
 captivity. The writer was a friend and fellow- 
 townsman of his own, author of the Pastor de Filida, 
 which received honourable mention in the celebrated 
 scrutiny of Don Quixote's library. Although a 
 *' laudatory sonnet," it has a greater ring of truth-
 
 Prefatory Note. 307 
 
 fulness and sincerity than belonged to most of the 
 tribe. It is thus entitled : 
 
 LUIS GALVEZ DE MONTALVO 
 
 TO CERVANTES. 
 
 What time the Moormen held thy body chained, 
 And pressed thy captive neck beneath their feet, 
 Whereas thy soul, with rigour more complete 
 
 Bound fast to Faith, a higher freedom gained, 
 
 All heaven rejoiced ; but this our land remained 
 Without thee widowed, and the royal seat 
 Bewailed the absence of our Muses sweet, 
 
 While in its halls a cheerless silence reigned ; 
 
 But now thou bringest to our country dear 
 An unchained body, and a healthy mind, 
 Freed from the trammels of a savage host, 
 
 Heaven draws the veil that hid thy merit clear j 
 The land receives thee with a welcome kind, 
 And Spain regains the Muses she had lost. 
 
 J. Y. G.
 
 DE MIGUEL DE CERUANTE, CAPTIUO : 
 A M. VAZQUEZ, MI SR. 
 
 Si el baxo son de la ^ampona mia, 
 Senor, a vro. oydo no hay llegado 
 En tiempo que sonar mejor deuia, 
 
 No ha sido por la falta de cuydado, 
 Sino por sobra del que me ha traydo 
 Por estranos caminos desuiado. 
 
 Tambien por no adquirirme de attreuido 
 El nombre odioso, la canada mano 
 A encubierto las faltas del sentido. 
 
 Mas ya que el valor vio sobre humano 
 De quien tiene noticia todo el suelo, 
 La graciosa altivez, el trato llano 
 
 Anichilan el miedo y el recelo, 
 
 Que ha tenido hasta aqui mi humilde pluma, 
 De no quereros descubrir su buelo. 
 
 De vra. alta bondad y virtud summa 
 Dire lo menos, que lo mas, no siento 
 Quien de cerrarlo en verso se presuma.
 
 FROM MIGUEL DE CERVANTES, CAPTIVE : 
 TO MY LORD, M. VAZQUEZ. 
 
 If the low piping of my homely reed 
 
 Hath failed, Senor, to strike upon your ear, 
 What time its notes were sweeter far indeed, 
 
 It was not that my wish was dull and sere, 
 
 But that the stress of cares hath urged my flight 
 Through strange and devious paths this many a year; 
 
 And haply too, lest I should merit quite 
 
 The intruder's hateful name, my faltering hand 
 Declined to cypher what I fain would write. 
 
 But now that I, with all the wondering land, 
 Your more than human merit recognize, 
 That gracious dignity, these manners bland 
 
 Bid me throw off the tremor and disguise, 
 Which suffered not my pen, in other time, 
 To wing its humble flight before your eyes. 
 
 Your sovereign goodness, and your virtue prime 
 I can but glance at, for 'twere vain, I know, 
 To seek to fetter them in bonds of rhyme.
 
 3io Epistola de Cervantes. 
 
 Aquel que os mira en el subido assiento 
 Do el humano fauor puede encumbrarsc 
 Y que no cessa el fauorable viento, 
 
 Y cl se ve entre las ondas anegarse 
 Del mar de la priuanca, do procura 
 O porfas 6 por nefas leuantarse, 
 
 ^ Quien dubda que no dize : " La ventura 
 Ha dado en leuantar este mancebo 
 Hasta ponerle en la mas alta altura ? 
 
 Ayer le vimos inexperto y nueuo 
 En las cosas que agora mide y trata 
 Tan bien, que tengo embidia y las apprueuo." 
 
 Desta manera se congoxa y mata 
 El embidioso, que la gloria agena 
 Le destruye, marchita y desbarata. 
 
 Pero aquel que con mente mas serena 
 Contempla vro. trato y vida honrrosa, 
 Y el alma dentro de virtudes llena, 
 
 No la inconstante rueda presurosa 
 De la falsa fortuna, suerte, o hado, 
 Signo, ventura, estrella, ni otra cosa, 
 
 Dize q. es causa que en el buen estado 
 Que agora posseeis os aya puesto 
 Con esperanca de mas alto grado, 
 
 Mas solo el modo del viuir honesto, 
 La virtud escogida que se muestra 
 En vras. obras y apazible gesto.
 
 Letter of Cervantes. 311 
 
 The man who sees you as you upward go 
 To climb the highest summit man can gain, 
 Where the propitious breezes ever blow, 
 
 And sees himself gulphed in the surging main 
 Of courtly favour, whence to rise at last, 
 Per fas out nefas, he doth strive in vain, 
 
 Sooth, such an one will say: "'Tis Fortune's cast 
 That gave this modest youth the means to raise 
 Himself to such high honour unsurpassed ; 
 
 But yesterday so new to courtly ways, 
 
 And now he treats of high affairs right well ; 
 I envy him, though I be forced to praise ! " 
 
 Thus doth the envious man to bursting swell 
 
 With jealous thoughts, and cheapens with dispraise 
 Another's glories which his own excel ; 
 
 But he who with a calmer mind surveys 
 The tenour of your life, the soul within, 
 With honour fraught that stoops to nothing base, 
 
 Will frankly own : Not any fickle spin 
 
 Of Fortune's wheel, not hazard, luck, nor fate, 
 Nor sign, nor happy star, nor aught akin, 
 
 Hath placed you firmly in the good estate 
 You have attained and occupy to-day, 
 With goodly hope of station still more great ; 
 
 But 'twas your honest life, straightforward way, 
 That virtue rare, which, in your every deed 
 And gentle bearing, seeks the light of day :
 
 j 12 Epistola de Cervantes. 
 
 Esta dize, Senor, que os da su diestra 
 Y os tiene assido con sus fuertes lac-os 
 Y a mas y a mas subir siempre os adiestra. 
 
 ! O sanctos, o, agradables dukes bra^os 
 De la sancta virtud, alma y diuina, 
 Y sancto quien recibe sus abra^os ! 
 
 Quien con tal guia como vos camina, 
 ,; De que se admira el ciego vulgo baxo 
 Si a la silla mas alta se auezina ? 
 
 Y puesto que no ay cosa sin trabajo, 
 Quien va sin la virtud va por rodeo, 
 Que el que la lleua va por el attajo. 
 
 Si no me efigana la experiencaa, creo 
 Que se vee mucha gente fatigada 
 De vn solo pensamiento y un desseo. 
 
 Pretenden mas de dos llaue dorada, 
 
 Muchos un mesmo cargo, y quien aspira 
 A la fideladad de vna embaxada. 
 
 Cada qual por si mesmo al bianco lira 
 Do assestan otros mil, y solo es vno 
 Cuya saeta dio do fue la mira. 
 
 Y este quica q. a nadie fue importuno 
 Ni a la soberbia puerta del priuado 
 Se hallo, despues de visperas, ayuno, 
 
 Ni dio ni tuuo a quien pedir prestado, 
 Solo con la virtud se entretenia, 
 Y en Dios y en ella estaua conflado.
 
 Letter of Cervantes. 313 
 
 This, would he say, gives all the strength you need, 
 Surrounds you with restraints both good and wise, 
 And by the hand to higher things doth lead. 
 
 Blessed are the arms, and passing sweet the ties 
 Of holy virtue, heavenly and refined, 
 And blessed is he who on her bosom lies ! 
 
 Why stands amazed the common herd and blind, 
 That one who walks, like you, with such a guide, 
 Should near the throne his fitting office find ? 
 
 Though toil and moil all good success decide, 
 Who journeys without virtue goes astray, 
 He goes direct who travels by her side. 
 
 If my experience err not, in our day 
 Full many with but one desire we see, 
 In whose pursuit they wear their lives away. 
 
 Some two or three aim at the golden key, 
 At like posts others, while one gives his soul 
 To gain some confidential embassy. 
 
 Each for himself, a unit in the whole, 
 
 Covets what thousands wish, though one alone 
 Can hit the mark, or reach the wished-for goal ; 
 
 And he, it may be, ne'er used whining tone, 
 Nor lingered at some favourite's portal cold, 
 His fast unbroken till the day be gone ; 
 
 He haply never gave nor borrowed gold, 
 Nor from the line of honour true did glide, 
 Of God and virtue keeping steadfast hold.
 
 314 Epistola de Cervantes. 
 
 Vos sois, Sr. por quien dezir podria 
 (Y lo digo y dire sin estar mudo) 
 Que sola la virtud fue vra. guia, 
 
 Y que ella sola fue bastante, y pudo 
 Leuantaros al bien do estais agora, 
 Priuado humilde, de ambicion desnudo. 
 
 ; Dichosa y felizissima la hora 
 Donde tuuo el real conoscimiento 
 Noti^ia del valor que anida y mora 
 
 En vro. reposado entendimiento, 
 Cuya fidelidad, cuyo secreto 
 Es de vras. virtudes el cimiento ! 
 
 Por la senda y camino mas perfecto 
 
 Van vros. pies, que es la que el medio tiene, 
 Y la que alaba el seso mas discreto. 
 
 Quien por ella camina, vemos viene 
 A aquel duke suaue paradero 
 Que la felizidad en si contiene. 
 
 Yo que el camino mas baxo y grosero 
 He caminado en fria noche escura, 
 He dado en manos del atolladero ; 
 
 Y en la esquiua prision, amarga y dura, 
 Adonde agora quedo, estoy llorando 
 Mi corta infelizissima ventura, 
 
 Con quexas tierra y cielo importunando, 
 Con sospiros al ayre escuresciendo, 
 Con lagrimas el mar accrescentando.
 
 Letter of Cervantes. 315 
 
 Of you, Senor, it maybe published wide, 
 (And I'll repeat it now nor silent be,) 
 That virtue solely was your constant guide ; 
 
 And this sufficed to compass the degree 
 Of goodly honour where this day you rest, 
 A modest favourite, from ambition free ! 
 
 Thrice happy was the lucky hour and blest, 
 Which carried tidings to the royal ear 
 Of that high merit, which doth build its nest 
 
 Within your intellect profound and clear ; 
 Whose strict fidelity, reserve complete, 
 Bind all your talents in one rounded sphere ! 
 
 From day to day you tread, with steady feet, 
 That perfect way, which keeps the happy mean, 
 Held most in honour by the most discreet ; 
 
 Who travels on this way at last is seen 
 
 To reach that sweet and pleasant resting-place, 
 Within whose portals reigns a joy serene ! 
 
 I, who have trod the vulgar road and base, 
 Beneath a bitter night, where star was not, 
 Have stumbled in the mire, in woeful case ; 
 
 And in this gloomy prison, dismal spot, 
 
 Where now I find me, nought remains to me 
 But to bemoan my most unhappy lot. 
 
 I weary heaven and earth with many a plea, 
 The air is darkened with my bitter breath, 
 And with my tears I help to swell the sea.
 
 316 Epistola de Cervantes. 
 
 Vida es esta, Sr. do estoy muriendo, 
 Entre barbara gente descreida 
 La mal lograda juuentud perdiendo. 
 
 No fue la causa aqui de mi venida 
 Andar vagando por el mundo a caso 
 Con la verguen^a y la razon perdida. 
 
 Diez anos ha que tiendo y mudo el passo 
 En seruicao del gran Philippo nro., 
 Y con descanso, y cansado y laso ; 
 
 Y en el dichoso dia que siniestro 
 
 Tanto fue el hado a la enemiga armada, 
 Quanto a la nra. fauorable y diestro, 
 
 De temor y de esfuer^o acompanada, 
 Presente estuuo mi persona al hecho, 
 Mas de speranca que de hierro armada. 
 
 Vi el formado esquadron roto y deshecho, 
 Y de barbara gente y de Christiana 
 
 o */ 
 
 Roxo en mil partes de Neptuno el lecho, 
 La muerte ayrada con su furia insana 
 Aqui y alii con priessa discurriendo, 
 Mostrandose a quien tarda a quien temprana, 
 El son confuso, el espantable estruendo, 
 Los gestos de los tristes miserables 
 Que entre el fuego y el agua iuan muriendo, 
 Los profundos sospiros lamentables, 
 Que los heridos pechos despedian, 
 Maldiciendo sus hados detestables.
 
 Letter of Cervantes. 3 1 y 
 
 This life, Senor, is but a living death, 
 
 Where, 'mid a barbarous misbelieving race, 
 My ill-starred youth drags out and withereth. 
 
 No random wandering brought me to this place, 
 No vagabond desires with me were rife, 
 Right reason gone, nor shame upon my face ! 
 
 These ten years gone I led a soldier's life 
 In our great Philip's service ; now in state 
 Of sweet repose, now worn with toil and strife ; 
 
 And on that happy day, when dubious Fate 
 Looked on the foeman's fleet with baleful eye, 
 On ours with smiling glance and fortunate, 
 
 Inspired with mingled dread and courage high, 
 In thickest of the direful fight I stood, 
 My hope still stronger than my panoply. 
 
 I marked the shattered host melt like a flood, 
 And thousand spots upon old Neptune's breast 
 Dyed red with heathen and with Christian blood ; 
 
 Death, like a fury, running with foul zest 
 Hither and thither, sending crowds in ire 
 To lingering torture, or to speedy rest ; 
 
 The cries confused, the horrid din and dire, 
 The mortal writhings of the desperate, 
 Who breathed their last 'mid water and 'mid fire; 
 
 The deep-drawn sighs, the groanings loud and great 
 That sped from wounded breasts, in many a throe, 
 Cursing their bitter and detested fate.
 
 3 1 8 Epistola de Cervantes. 
 
 Eloseles la sangre que tenian 
 
 Quando en el son de la trompeta nra. 
 Su dano y nra. gloria conoscian. 
 
 Con alta voz de vencedora muestra, 
 
 Rompiendo el aire claro, el son mostraua 
 Ser vencedora la Christiana diestra. 
 
 A esta duke sazon yo, triste, estaua 
 Con la una mano de la espada assida, 
 Y sangre de la otra derramaua. 
 
 El pecho mio de profunda herida 
 Sentia llagado, y la siniestra mano 
 Estaua por mill partes ya rompida. 
 
 Pero el contento fue tan soberano, 
 Q^a mi alma llego viendo ven^ido 
 El crudo pueblo infiel por el christiano, 
 
 Que no echaua de ver si estaua herido, 
 Aunque era tan mortal mi sentimiento, 
 Que a veces me quito todo el sentido. 
 
 Y en mi propia cabeca el escarmiento 
 No me pudo estoruar que el segundo ano 
 No me pusiesse a discrecion del viento, 
 
 Y al barbaro, medroso, pueblo estrano, 
 Vi recogido, triste, amedrentado, 
 Y con causa temiendo de su dano. 
 
 Y al reino tan antiguo y celebrado, 
 A do la hermosa Dido fue vendida 
 Al querer del troyano desterrado,
 
 Letter of Cervantes. 319 
 
 The blood that still was left them ceased to flow, 
 What time our trumpets, pealing far and near, 
 Proclaimed our glory and their overthrow ; 
 
 The sounds triumphant, ringing loud and clear, 
 Bore through the smitten air, in jubilant flood, 
 The Christians' victory from ear to ear ! 
 
 At this sweet moment I, unlucky, stood 
 
 With one hand buckled firmly to my blade, 
 The other dripping downward streams of blood ; 
 
 Within my breast a cruel thrust had made 
 A deep and gaping wound, and my left hand 
 Was bruised and shattered, past all human aid ; 
 
 Yet such was the delicious joy and grand 
 
 That thrilled my soul, to see the faithless foe 
 Crushed by the valour of the Christian band, 
 
 I hardly knew if I were hurt or no, 
 
 Although my anguish, cutting and unkind, 
 At times with mortal swooning laid me low. 
 
 Yet all I suffered could not move my mind, 
 Which led me on, within the second year, 
 To yield to the discretion of the wind ; 
 
 And to that people, barbarous and austere, 
 A cowering, crouching, timid race I came, 
 Who well might dread to find their downfall near. 
 
 And in that ancient kingdom, known to fame, 
 Where beauteous Dido to the love did yield 
 Of Troy's great exile, and was put to shame,
 
 320 Epistola de Cervantes. 
 
 Tambien, vertiendo sangre aun la herida, 
 Mayor con otras dos, quise ir y hallarme, 
 For ver ir la morisma de vencida. 
 
 Dios sabe si quisiera alii quedarme 
 Con los que alii quedaron esforcados, 
 Y perderme con ellos o ganarme ; 
 
 Pero mis cortos implacables hados 
 En tan honrrosa empresa no quisieron 
 Q^ acabase la vida y los cuydados ; 
 
 Y al fin, por los cabellos me truxeron 
 A ser vencido por la valentia 
 De aquellos que despues no la tuuieron. 
 
 En la galera Sol, que escurescia 
 Mi ventura su luz, a pesar mio 
 Fue la perdida de otros y la mia ; 
 
 Valor mostramos al principio y brio, 
 
 Pero despues, con la experien^ia amarga, 
 Conoscimos ser todo desuario. 
 
 Senti de ageno yugo la gran carga, 
 Y en las manos sacrilegas malditas 
 Dos anos ha que mi dolor se alarga. 
 
 Bien se que mis maldades infmitas 
 
 Y la poca attricion que en mi se encierra 
 Me tiene entre estos falsos Ismaelitas. 
 
 Quando llegue vencido y vi la tierra 
 
 Tan nombrada en el mundo, q. en su seno 
 Tantos piratas cubre, acoge, y cierra,
 
 Letter of Cervantes. 321 
 
 Although my ancient wound was still unhealed, 
 With two besides, I joyed upon the spot 
 To see the Moormen vanquished on the field. 
 
 God knows if I had earnest wish or not 
 
 To share my brave and gallant comrades' fate, 
 And live or die with them, whate'er their lot ! 
 
 But destiny, in her relentless hate, 
 
 Willed not that I, in this renowned affair, 
 Should end my being and my sufferings great ; 
 
 And finally she dragged me by the hair 
 To yield me to a power I could not quell, 
 Whose after prowess was but scant and spare ; 
 
 For in the galley Sol y whose lustre fell 
 By my ill-fortune, I was doomed to see 
 My comrades' ruin, and mine own as well. 
 
 At first our valour shone in high degree, 
 Until by sad experience we awoke 
 To see how mad was all our bravery ! 
 
 These two long years I've borne a foreign yoke, 
 And my o'erburdened neck hath felt the gall 
 Of an accursed sacrilegious folk. 
 
 My countless sins and my contrition small, 
 
 I know full well, have bound me, scant of grace, 
 To grind beneath this Ismaelitish thrall. 
 
 When I arrived in chains, and saw the place, 
 So noted in the world, whose teeming breast 
 Hath nursed the fierce swarms of a pirate race, 
 Y
 
 J22 Epistola de Cervantes. 
 
 No pude al llanto detener el freno, 
 
 Que a mi despecho, sin saber lo que era, 
 Me vi el marchito rostro de agua lleno. 
 
 Ofresciose a mis ojos la ribera 
 
 Y el monte donde el grande Carlos tuuo 
 Leuantada en el ay re su vandera, 
 
 Y el mar que tanto esfuer^o no sostuuo, 
 Pues mouido de embidia de su gloria, 
 Ayrado entonces mas q. nunca estuuo. 
 
 Estas cosas boluiendo en mi mcmoria, 
 Las lagrimas truxeron a los ojos, 
 Mouidas de desgracia tan notoria. 
 
 Pero si el alto Cielo en darme enojos 
 No esta con mi ventura conjurado, 
 Y aqui no lleua muerte mis despojos, 
 
 Quando me vea en mas alegre estado, 
 Si vra. intercession, Sr. me ayuda 
 A verme ante Philippe arrodillado, 
 
 Mi lengua balbuziente y quasi muda 
 Pienso mouer en la Real presencia, 
 De adulacion y de mentir desnuda. 
 
 Diciendo : " Alto Sr., cuya potencia 
 Sujetas trae mil barbaras Naciones 
 Al desabrido yugo de obediencia, 
 
 A quien los Negros Indies con sus dones 
 Reconoscen honesto vassallage, 
 Trayendo el oro aca de sus rincones :
 
 Letter of Cervantes. 323 
 
 My bitter lamentation found no rest ; 
 
 And, ere I knew, the tears coursed at their ease 
 Adown my haggard cheeks, and unrepressed. 
 
 My straining eyes were fixed upon the seas, 
 
 The strand, and hill whereon our Charles the Great 
 Unfurled his royal banner to the breeze ; 
 
 I saw the main which, chafing 'neath the weight 
 Of so much glory, rose in fierce array, 
 And foamed with envious, unexampled hate ; 
 
 And as I mused, and memory cast its ray 
 
 Upon the scene, my tears seemed charged with fire 
 And shame, at thought of that disastrous day. 
 
 But if high Heaven should not with Fate conspire 
 To heap still greater sorrows on my head, 
 And Death should not despoil me in his ire ; 
 
 And should, in happier days, my steps be led 
 To royal Philip's throne, and by your aid 
 I find me kneeling in that presence dread ; 
 
 Then do I hope to speak, nor feel afraid, 
 
 Though haply with a stammering, faltering tongue, 
 Yet not with lies or flattery arrayed, 
 
 And thus entreat: "Most mighty Sire, whose strong 
 And powerful arm doth hold in subject sway 
 Of nations barbarous a countless throng ; 
 
 To whom the swarthy Indians homage pay, 
 And drag the gold from out its rocky nest, 
 Their wealth of tribute at thy feet to lay ;
 
 324 Epistola de Cervantes. 
 
 Despierte en tu Real pecho el gran coraje 
 La gran soberbia con que una vicoca 
 Aspira de contino a hazerte vltraje. 
 La gente es mucha, mas su fuer^a es poca, 
 Desnuda, mal armada, que no tiene 
 En su defensa fuerte muro o roca. 
 Cada vno mira si tu armada viene, 
 Para dar a sus pies cargo y cura 
 De conseruar la vida que sostiene. 
 Del' amarga prision triste y escura, 
 
 Adonde mueren veinte mill christianos, 
 Tienes la Have de su cerradura. 
 Todos (qual yo) de alia, puestas las manos, 
 Las rodillas por tierra, sollocando 
 Cercados de tormentos inhumanos, 
 Valeroso Senor, te estan rogando 
 Bueluas los ojos de misericordia 
 A los suyos que estan siempre llorando. 
 Y pues te dexa agora la discordia, 
 
 Que hasta aqui te ha opprimido y fatigado, 
 Y gozas de pacifica concordia ; 
 Haz, o buen Rey, q. sea por ti acabado 
 Lo que con tanta auda^ia y valor tanto 
 Fue por tu amado padre comen^ado. 
 Solo en pensar que vas pondra vn espanto 
 En la enemiga gente, que adeuino 
 Ya desde aqui su perdida y quebranto."
 
 Letter of Cervantes. 325 
 
 Let the proud daring of that pirate pest, 
 Who braves thy potence to this very hour, 
 Rouse noble wrath within thy royal breast ! 
 
 The folk be many, though but scant their power, 
 Naked, ill-armed, for them no refuge lies 
 Behind the rampart, or the battled tower ; 
 
 They all across the main, with straining eyes, 
 Are watching till thy coming fleet be nigh, 
 With ready feet to save the lives they prize. 
 
 Thou hast the keys, within thy hand they lie, 
 To unlock the prison, dismal and profound, 
 Where twenty thousand Christians pine and die. 
 
 They all, as I, are groaning on the ground, 
 
 Pressing with hands and knees the cursed place, 
 With most inhuman tortures girdled round ! 
 
 Most potent Sire, they beg thee of thy grace 
 To turn, and that right soon, thy pitying eyes 
 On theirs, whence tears do run in endless chase. 
 
 Since now from out thy land pale Discord flies, 
 Which hitherto hath wearied out thy heart, 
 And peace unbroken all around thee lies, 
 
 Be thine the task, good King, with fitting art 
 To end the work, in which with courage high 
 Thine honoured father took the foremost part. 
 
 The rumours of thy coming, as they fly, 
 
 Will strike the foe with awe, for well they know 
 The hour of their perdition draweth nigh ! "
 
 326 Epistola de Cervantes. 
 
 I Quien dubda q. el Real pecho benino 
 No se muestre, escuchando la tristeza 
 En que estan estos miseros contino ? 
 
 Bien paresce q. muestro la flaqza. 
 De mi tan torpe ingenio, q. pretende 
 Hablar tan baxo ante tan alta Alteza ; 
 
 Pero el justo desseo la defiende. . . . 
 Mas a todo silencio poner quiero 
 Que temo q. mi pluma ya os offende, 
 Y al trabajo me Hainan donde muero. 
 
 FIN.
 
 Letter of Cervantes . 327 
 
 Who doubts that through the royal breast will flow 
 Sweet thoughts of pity, while he hears the sigh 
 Of these poor wretches buried in their woe ? 
 
 Although, methinks, I but display my dry 
 And sluggish wit, presuming thus to use 
 Such lowly words before a prince so high, 
 
 My just desire may well my fault excuse ! 
 Here will I pause, and henceforth silent be, 
 Nor with my pen your kindliness abuse, 
 For now they call me to the gang, ah me ! 
 
 FINIS.
 
 NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIVE PIECES.
 
 NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIVE PIECES. 
 
 NOTE I. PAGE 9. 
 
 A certain Corporal. Cervantes here makes a punning 
 play on the name of Cesare Caporali, whose poem, 
 Viaggio di Parnaso, suggested his own. In English the 
 pun seems rather far-fetched, and perhaps the name 
 itself had better have been introduced. Caporali's poem 
 first appeared in a collection of poems by various 
 authors, thus entitled : Raccolta di alcune rime piacevoli, 
 Parma, 1582. A complete annotated edition of his 
 works was published at Perugia, in 1651, under the 
 title of Rime di Cesare Caporali. The annotator, Carlo 
 Caporali, quotes the first three lines of Cervantes' poem 
 as highly complimentary to his kinsman, in this curious 
 note : " II Cervantes, Poeta non oscuro tra Spagnuoli, ne 
 da tal guidicio: 
 
 "Un quidam Caporale, Italiano," &c. 
 
 NOTE 2. PAGE 9. 
 
 Where an old mule be bought him for the tour. As a 
 specimen of Caporali's versification we may as well give
 
 332 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 
 
 his own description of his mule, which varies materially 
 from that of Cervantes : 
 
 Comprai anco una mula, e accio gli intern! 
 
 Pensier communicar potessi seco 
 
 L'accapai da consigli, e da governi ; 
 La qual, per quel di ella poi disse meco, 
 
 Scese in Italia gia con Carl' Ottavo, 
 
 Con le bagaglie d'un Trombetta Greco ; 
 Havea una sella, e finimento bravo, 
 
 Era di coda lunga, e vista corta, 
 
 Nata di madre Sarda, e padre Schiavo. 
 
 Which may be roughly rendered thus : 
 
 For needful ends I also bought a mule, 
 
 And, that her inmost thoughts might outward leak, 
 
 I hedged her in with sage advice and rule ; 
 With Charles the Eighth she came down, so to speak, 
 
 Times gone to Italy, and in the hire] 
 
 And service of a Trumpeter, a Greek. 
 She had a saddle, trappings to admire, 
 
 Her tail was long, and eke her vision short, 
 
 Born of Sardinian dam and Sclavic sire. 
 
 NOTE 3. PAGE 16. 
 
 Con ocbo mis de queso. Mis is a colloquial contraction 
 for maravedis. The maravedi as a coin is now obsolete 
 in Spain. It had varying values according to the metal 
 in which it was coined ; the copper maravedi was worth 
 the thirty-fourth part of a real. We may therefore render 
 this line in English : With eight mites' worth of cheese. 
 
 NOTE 4. PAGE 17. 
 
 Farewell Madrid. This adieu to Madrid is highly cha- 
 racteristic of Cervantes. With afew humorous and piquant
 
 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 333 
 
 touches he presents a complete picture of the surroundings 
 of the city, its humours, its literary life, the state of its 
 theatres, the politics of the hour, the pinched life of its 
 poets, and of himself in particular and all in his peculiar 
 light-hearted vein. Gongora, who was also a martyr to the 
 general neglect of literary men, gives us a curious picture 
 of the life of the Court in his celebrated burlesque sonnet 
 on Madrid. As it may be interesting to compare the 
 spirit and temper with which two distinguished con- 
 temporaries treat the same theme, we present it to our 
 readers. Gongora fairly bears off the palm for concen- 
 trated bitterness : 
 
 MADRID. 
 
 A BURLESQUE SONNET. 
 
 A bestial life, in witchery enshrined ; 
 
 Harpies that prey on purses, and all grades 
 
 Of wrecked ambitions lurking in the shades, 
 Might make a grave judge talk, and raise the wind ; 
 Broad-ways with coaches, lacqueys, pages lined ; 
 
 Thousands of uniforms with virgin blades ; 
 
 Ladies loquacious, legates, broking trades j 
 Faces like masks, and rogueries refined ; 
 Lawyer! long-robed, most bare-faced lies that are ; 
 
 Clerics on she mules, mulish tricks and ways j 
 
 Streets paved with mud, and filth of endless smell ; 
 Bemaimed and battered heroes of the war ; 
 
 Titles and flatteries and canting phrase : 
 
 This is Madrid, or better said, 'tis Hell ! 
 
 This version of the Sonnet is given by Mr. Duffield 
 ("Don Quixote : His Critics," &c., p. 93) without the 
 translator's permission.
 
 334 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 
 
 NOTE 5. PAGE 19. 
 
 Farewell, St. Philips broad-way of the town. The 
 battlements of the retaining wall of the Convent of San 
 Felipe (now demolished) formed the promenade of the 
 fashionable idlers and scandal-mongers in the time of 
 Cervantes. It was approached on either side by a 
 spacious flight of steps, hence its name Las Gradas de 
 San Felipe. Its common and more appropriate title was 
 El Mentidero, Lie- Walk or Scandal-Alley. 
 
 NOTE 6. PAGE 23. 
 
 Like Dante's. This is a slight, and we hope pardon- 
 able, addition to the original, under stress of rhyme. It 
 only means, what Cervantes doubtless meant, that 
 Mercury addressed him in the finest terza rima. It is 
 also quite in keeping with other humorous phrases in the 
 book ; as, for instance, when Apollo at the head of his 
 soldiers is represented as addressing them in proper 
 Spanish and good Toledese. 
 
 NOTE 7. PAGE 27. 
 
 A swarm of verses formed the whole array. Though 
 Cervantes did not borrow from Caporali the conception 
 of his rhythmic ship, inasmuch as that daring voyager 
 took passage both for himself and mule in a prosaic 
 merchant-vessel, from the port of Ostia to Messina 
 and the Gulf of Corinth, yet Caporali has certainly 
 the merit of having first employed the same curious 
 materials, in the construction of the four gates of his
 
 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 335 
 
 allegorical Temple of Poesy, described in the second 
 part of his Viaggio di Parnaso. 
 
 It would be out of place to attempt any description 
 of the poetic forms and measures here mentioned by 
 Cervantes. The literature of Spain is peculiarly rich in 
 these. Some, like the Sonnet, the Terza and Ottava 
 Rima, are borrowed from the Italians; others, like the 
 Redondilla, the Letrilla, the Decima, are exclusively 
 Spanish. Lope de Vega, in his Arte nuevo de bacer 
 Comedias, has summed up the peculiarities of some of 
 these in their adaptation to the drama : 
 
 The Decimas are good for plaintive wails, 
 
 The Sonnet answers well for those who wait ; 
 
 Romances are designed for stirring tales, 
 
 Although in Octaves they have lustre great ; 
 
 For matters grave the Tercets fitting prove, 
 
 And Redondillas for the affairs of love. 
 
 NOTE 8. PAGE 27. 
 
 Glosses . . . to grace Malmaridadds wedding-day. The 
 art of glossing favourite songs and ballads was held in 
 high estimation amongst the Spaniards when the art of 
 producing original ones had died out. Depping likens 
 it to the absurdity of serving up piquant and savoury 
 dishes in watery gravy. It served, however, one very 
 useful purpose, though undesigned. It helped to pre- 
 serve snatches of old ballads that would otherwise have 
 been lost, and oftentimes these glosses give valuable 
 various readings of those that still exist. Of this truth 
 the Romance of "La bella Malmaridada" is a striking 
 instance. It was so celebrated that it gave motive to
 
 33 6 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 
 
 innumerable glosses and imitations. Duran affirms, that 
 he has been enabled to reconstruct the true old romance 
 mainly through a gloss, which a certain Quesada made ot 
 it, and published in a PHego suelto. It was first printed 
 by Sepulveda in his Romances, nuevamente sac ados de 
 historias antlguas, Anvers, 1551. We spare our readers 
 any of the glosses, and give instead an attempted version 
 of the original ballad. Its antique simplicity, however, is 
 hardly reproduced : 
 
 LA BELLA MALMARIDADA. 
 
 " O lady, fairest I have seen, so fair and yet ill-married, 
 
 Thy cheeks are pale with grief, I ween, say, has thy bliss miscarried? 
 
 " If thou wouldst burn with other flames, on me bestow compassion, 
 To flaunt and flirt with other dames, thy husband sets the fashion ; 
 
 " They kiss and court from night to morn, with slander he doth treat 
 
 thee, 
 And he hath sworn and better sworn, when he comes home to beat 
 
 thee ! " 
 
 Outspake the lady with delight, and thus addressed her lover : 
 " O carry me hence, thou good Sir Knight, where none shall us 
 discover ! 
 
 " Thy home where'er it be is mine, and I will serve thee ever, 
 I'll make for thee the bed so fine, where we shall sleep together ; 
 
 M Thy supper I shall well prepare, with hands so neat and dainty, 
 With chickens good and capons rare, and thousand things in plenty ; 
 
 "I'll be no more my husband's wife, no more shall stay beside him, 
 He leads me such a dismal life, I cannot, sooth, abide him ! "
 
 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 337 
 
 They prattled thus in merry mood, and passed the time with glee, 
 When lo ! her husband near them stood, a furious man was he : 
 
 " What art thou doing, traitress, say? To-day thou hast to die ! " 
 " For what, my lord, for what, I pray ? I merit it, no, not I ! 
 
 " Myself have never kissed a man, although a man hath kissed me, 
 I'll bear his punishment as I can j my lord, I prithee list me ! 
 
 " With horse's bridle thou dost hold, my lord, I prithee stroke me, 
 And with these cords of silk and gold, my lord, I prithee choke me ; 
 
 " And to the orange-garden cold, alive, I prithee, hurry me, 
 Within a sepulchre of gold and ivory there bury me j 
 
 " And place this motto on my tomb, that passers-by may read it, 
 And reading it may know my doom, and knowing it may heed it : 
 
 " ' The flower of flowers here doth lie, for very love she died ; 
 Whoever else for love shall die, be buried by her side ! ' " 
 
 NOTE 9. PAGE 27. 
 
 Of Sonnets bastard and legitimate. This is hardly a 
 literal rendering of the original, but seems to be the 
 meaning of the passage. Cervantes himself set the 
 fashion of the illegitimate form of Sonnet, in his famous 
 one on the Catafalque of Philip II., which consists of 
 sixteen lines and a half. Quevedo also wrote sonnets of 
 eleven lines. Though Spain has produced no Petrarch, 
 the Sonnet occupies a very important place in its poetry. 
 Garcilaso de la Vega, and the brothers Argensola, are 
 specially distinguished for classical elegance and strict 
 adherence to the Italian method. Lope de Vega, who 
 aspired to the mastery in this, as in all departments 
 Z
 
 338 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 
 
 of poetry, without conspicuous success, gives the follow- 
 ing amusing 
 
 SONNET ON THE SONNET. 
 
 To write a sonnet doth Juana press me, 
 
 I've never found me in such stress or pain ; 
 
 A sonnet numbers fourteen lines, 'tis plain, 
 And three are gone, ere I can say, God bless me ! 
 I thought that spinning rhymes might sore oppress me, 
 
 Yet here I'm midway in the last quatrain ; 
 
 And if the foremost tercet I can gain, 
 The quatrains need not any more distress me. 
 To the first tercet I have got at last, 
 
 And travel through it with such right good will, 
 
 That with this line I've finished it, I ween } 
 I'm in the second now, and see how fast 
 
 The thirteenth line runs tripping from my quill ; 
 
 Hurrah, 'tis done ! Count if there be fourteen ! 
 
 NOTE 10. PAGE 33. 
 
 Coritos too, and dwellers in Biscay. Coritos was the 
 name given in old times to Montaneses and Biscayans. 
 According to the Academy's dictionary, it is probably 
 derived from the Latin corium, equivalent to the Spanish 
 cuero or skin the material used for the protection of 
 their bodies. At present the name is given by way of 
 ridicule to the Asturians. 
 
 The Yanguesians, Biscayans, and Coritos, the hardy 
 highlanders of Spain, were more famous as porters and 
 carriers than as poets, and as such Cervantes has immor- 
 talized them in the Don Quixote. And yet it is curious 
 that in the very heart of the Asturias the people now-a- 
 days use a dialect, known by the name of Bable, which 
 represents the very language spoken in Spain during the
 
 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 339 
 
 middle ages ; and many phrases and turns of expression 
 found in the " Poema del Cid " are familiar in the mouths 
 of the Asturian peasantry. It is a very sonorous and smooth- 
 going language, though not particularly rich in expression. 
 It has a small literature of its own, composed chiefly of 
 songs and romances, sung by the people to accompany the 
 very ancient circular dance, peculiar to the natives of 
 those regions, known by the name of danza prima. As 
 a specimen of the old Asturian romances we give the fol- 
 lowing, taken from the collection of Don Pedro Jose 
 Pidal. (See Duran, Romancero General, Tom. I. 
 Madrid, 1849.) 
 
 ROMANCE OF THE SAILOR. 
 
 Upon a morning of Saint John, 
 
 A sailor fell into the sea ; 
 " What wilt thou give me, sailor mine, 
 
 From out the waves to ransom thee ? " 
 
 " I'll give thee all my sailing ships, 
 
 Laden with gold and silver free ! " 
 " Not any ships of thine I want, 
 
 Nor silver fine, nor gold from thee ! 
 
 " One thing I wish, when thou shalt die, 
 That thou wilt give thy soul to me ! " 
 
 His soul, he gave it up to God, 
 His body to the salt, salt sea ! 
 
 NOTE ii. PAGE 35. 
 
 / scanned the list, and first upon the leet. Leet is an 
 old Scottish legal term, commonly used in Scotland at the 
 present day to denote a list or roll of candidates for
 
 34-O Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 
 
 election. We hope we may be pardoned for introducing 
 it here, as it is both appropriate and poetical. This is 
 the second list of distinguished living poets which 
 Cervantes framed in his day. Just thirty years before, 
 in 1584, he published in his Galatea the "Canto de 
 Caliope," wherein he introduces the names of some eighty 
 poets, whom he covers with indiscriminate praise. This 
 was in the early days of his literary career, before hard 
 experience had damped his enthusiasm. This ungrateful 
 task, as may well be supposed, brought him little comfort 
 of mind, giving satisfaction to few and deadly offence to 
 many. The present list contains only eight or nine out 
 of the vast number then commented on ; most of the 
 rest had already gone to the majority. Herrera, Gongora, 
 Lope de Vega, the Argensolas, Artieda, &c., are again 
 introduced, but Quevedo is the only commandinggenius 
 that appears for the first time. Calderon de )a Barca 
 was then but a youth of fourteen, pursuing his studies at 
 Salamanca. Out of the 150 names introduced into the 
 poem our limits will only allow us to touch on the more 
 eminent, especially those who came into immediate con- 
 tact with Cervantes, either as friends or foes. Those 
 who are interested will find full information concerning 
 the rest, in the catalogue given at the end of the collected 
 edition of Cervantes' works in twelve volumes, published 
 in Madrid, 1863-4 ; and also at the end of M. Guardia's 
 French translation. 
 
 NOTE 12. PAGE 39. 
 
 Known wide as Miguel Cid. This Sevilian poet, of 
 whom Guardia declares he could learn nothing, was
 
 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 341 
 
 celebrated for his " devotion to the Mother of God in 
 the mystery of her immaculate conception," and in 1610 
 published the famous capias beginning 
 
 Todo el mundo en general 
 
 A voces, reina escogida, 
 
 Dice que sois concebida 
 Sin pecado original. 
 
 He was a very pious man, and, though a simple weaver 
 of rugs, he enjoyed great celebrity amongst his townsmen, 
 who often embraced and applauded him in the public 
 streets. He died in 1617, and the common people were 
 sure he had predicted the day of his death. He was 
 buried in the Cathedral of Seville. The Chapter ordered 
 that a picture of the Purisima Conception should be placed 
 over his tomb, containing amongst other figures a portrait 
 of the poet, with his famous coplas in his hand. This 
 was painted by Francisco Pacheco, and Sr. Asensio 
 assures us that it is still to be seen in the Sacristy of our 
 Lady de la Antigua. His collected poems were published 
 thirty years after his death, by his son, under this title : 
 " Sacred Joustings of the illustrious and memorable poet 
 Miguel Cid, published by his son, inheritor of the same 
 name : dedicated to the most Holy Virgin Mary, our 
 Lady, conceived without spot of original sin. Printed at 
 Seville, by Simon Fajardo, 1647." 
 
 NOTE 13. PAGE 39. 
 
 Don Luis de Gongora. It is hard to tell how much of 
 Cervantes' eulogium is sincere praise, and how much 
 fine irony. No doubt there is a mixture of both ; for
 
 34 2 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 
 
 Gongora, though a sort of demigod, was a very Janus. 
 On one side of him we see the man of clear subtle in- 
 tellect, yet, withal, curiously sensitive soul, whose satires 
 for vigour and incisive touch were unmatched ; whose 
 odes and romances have the true patriotic ring and 
 cadence ; and whose letrillas and villancicos, now playful, 
 now pathetic, like the music of silver bells, give us to know 
 the resources of the Spanish tongue both in its sweetness 
 and strength. Such was Gongora in the vigour of early 
 manhood. On the other side of him we see a man, who 
 in his later years wrapped himself in mystery and posed 
 as a very angel of darkness ; who invented a new literary 
 tongue ; founded a new school, the pestilent sect of the 
 Cultos ; and gave forth as his Koran those awfully mys- 
 terious poems called the Pollfemo and the Soledades, which 
 it required the labours of three laborious commentators 
 during his lifetime to explain to the uninitiated. To refine 
 the Castilian tongue by Latinizing it; to banish common- 
 place by the use of metaphorical, uncouth, and myste- 
 riously bombastic phrases; and, in fine, to reach the sublime 
 by a species of mechanical inflation ; these were the cha- 
 racteristics of what was called in derision Calteranismo. 
 What led Gongora to such a perversion of his consummate 
 talents it would be hard to say. No doubt he was soured 
 by a life of poverty and neglect ; but, after all, there was 
 a kind of literary contagion afloat in the atmosphere of 
 Europe during his age ; and Gongorism in Spain, 
 Marinism in Italy, Euphuism in England, were but dif- 
 ferent phases of the same disease. This worship of the 
 unintelligible became the fashion, and one of its first 
 converts was the notorious Count of Villamediana. Of
 
 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 343 
 
 course the wits of the old school (such as Jauregui, Lope 
 de Vega, and Quevedo) assailed it with their choicest 
 invective and ridicule. Here is one of the current 
 epigrams : 
 
 Our poet Soledad, the able, 
 
 Hath writ a most romantic ditty, 
 In dreary length a very city, 
 
 In sheer bewilderment a Babel. 
 
 Lope winds up one of his most sarcastic sonnets, full 
 of the most outrageous Gongorism, in this style : 
 
 " Dost apprehend it? Fabius, be candid." 
 
 Of course I do ! " " O Fabius, thou liest, 
 For I who wrote it do not understand it." 
 
 And in another place he gives this advice to his com- 
 rades : 
 
 Meanwhile to shelter our Pegasos 
 
 From the bad odour of the cultish jargon, 
 Come, let us burn pastilles of Garciltuos. 
 
 Gongora, who was quite a match for Lope in the art of 
 satiric fencing, gave vent to his wrath in this fashion : 
 
 Dicen que hace Lopico 
 Contra mi versos adversos, 
 Pero, si yo versifico, 
 Con el pico de mis versos 
 A' este Lopico lo pico. 
 
 Cervantes does not seem to have taken any special 
 part in this war of wits j though the exaggeration of the 
 compliment he here pays him, just in those points where 
 Gongora was weakest, betrays the " pinch or two of salt." 
 His general estimate of Gongora's powers as a poet may
 
 344 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 
 
 be learned from the eulogy he passes on him in the Canto 
 de Caliope, when he was twenty-three years of age. It 
 is the goddess herself who addresses the shepherds and 
 shepherdesses : 
 
 In Don Luis de Gongora I present 
 
 A quick ripe genius, rare as can be found 5 
 
 His works do give me wealth and sweet content, 
 Nor me alone, but the wide world around ; 
 
 Give me one favour for the love I've lent, 
 
 Cause that his soaring knowledge and profound 
 
 Be of your warm applause the constant breath, 
 
 Defying light-winged Time, and ruthless Death. 
 
 The only return which Gongora gave (so far as we 
 know) for this handsome compliment was an exceedingly 
 shabby one. It is contained in that famous sonnet of his, 
 which he made on the festivities held at Valladolid in 
 honour of the baptism of Philip IV., christened Felipe 
 Domenico Victor, on which occasion was present Admiral 
 Charles Howard, with 600 English gentlemen, who had 
 come to ratify the preliminaries of peace concluded in 
 London with James I. It runs thus : 
 
 The queen brought forth. The Lutheran came here, 
 
 Six hundred heretics and heresies 
 
 To boot. In fifteen days a million flies 
 To give them jewels, wine, and all good cheer. 
 We gave a grand parade a farce, I fear 
 
 And certain feasts, which were but flummeries, 
 
 To please the English legate and his spies, 
 Who swore on Calvin peace had brought him here. 
 Then we baptized the babe Dominican, 
 
 Born to become our Dominus in Spain. 
 
 We gave a masque might for enchantment pass ; 
 Poor we became, Luther a wealthy man, 
 
 And all these feats they bade be written plain 
 
 By one Don Quixote, Sancho, and his ass.
 
 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 345 
 
 Except for this paltry fling at Cervantes, we should 
 never have known that, in the very year when the first 
 part of the Don Quixote appeared, Cervantes was 
 appointed pro tern. Court Chronicler ; and actually 
 brought out (though anonymously) a book thus entitled : 
 " Narrative of events in the City of Valladolid, from the 
 time of the most auspicious birth of the Prince Don Felipe 
 Domenico Victor, till the conclusion of the joyous festivi- 
 ties in honour thereof. Valladolid, 1605." This is now 
 included in his collected works, though being but a barren 
 record of Court Ceremonial it bears few traces of the 
 hand of the great master. Gongora was born, in 1561, 
 at Cordova, in the Calle de Marcial. The Spaniards 
 often style him the Martial of Spain. His works, how- 
 ever, were published immediately after his death under 
 this strange title : "Works in verse of the Spanish Homer, 
 collected by Juan Lopez de Vicuna, Madrid, 1627." 
 
 NOTE 14. PAGE 39. 
 
 O soul divine, &c. Of Hernando de Herrera, who, 
 as a poet, achieved the appellation of Divine, Cervantes 
 had a most exalted opinion. Born at Seville in the 
 early part of the sixteenth century, he was a young man 
 when Boscan and Garcilaso de la Vega were in their 
 prime ; and during the active part of his career he was 
 the contemporary of Diego de Mendoza, and of Fray 
 Luis de Leon, who was also a native of Seville. He 
 died in 1597, and with his death ended that a series 
 of distinguished poets, who, by the introduction of 
 classical and Italian forms, changed the current of 
 Spanish poetry from its old homely channel, and gave
 
 346 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 
 
 it fresh spirit and a higher life. The purity and fervour 
 ofHerrera's style had great attraction for Cervantes in 
 his earlier days, and he thus eulogizes him in the Canto 
 de Caliope: 
 
 It little boots that I should now proclaim 
 
 The praises of Herrera the Divine ; 
 If to the fifth sphere I exalt his name, 
 
 But little fruit will yield this pain of mine. 
 But if as friend I'm jealous for his fame, 
 
 His works will tell this tale in every line: 
 In knowledge reigns Hernando monarch sole, 
 From Nile to Ganges, and from pole to pole. 
 
 Cervantes also must have had a personal knowledge of 
 this learned ecclesiastic during his sojourn in Seville, and 
 most likely made his acquaintance in the studio of 
 Pacheco the painter, where all who were distinguished 
 in poetry, art, or science, held common rendezvous. 
 In a MS. codex of the year 1631, which contains various 
 poems, collected apparently by Francisco Pacheco, there 
 is one by Cervantes on the death of Herrera which has 
 this very interesting note appended to it by himself : 
 
 " Miguel de Cervantes, author of Don Quixote : 
 " This sonnet I made on the death of Hernando de 
 Herrera, and to understand the first quatrain I may 
 mention that he used to celebrate in his verses a lady 
 under the name of LUZ. I think it one of the good 
 ones I have made during my life : 
 
 " The man who climbed, by paths as yet unknown, 
 
 The sacred mountain to its topmost height ; 
 
 Who on one Light did lavish all his light, 
 And chaunted tearful strains with dulcet tone ;
 
 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 347 
 
 Who from Pirene's spring and Helicon 
 
 Drank copious hallowed draughts ; and ransomed quite 
 
 From earthly thrall, did change these waters bright 
 Into divine, with culture all his own ; 
 The man, who roused Apollo's envious pique, 
 
 Because, in union with his Light, his fame 
 
 From springing till the dying day did fly j 
 The well-beloved of Heaven, on earth unique, 
 
 Turn'd into dust by his consuming flame, 
 
 Beneath this frozen stone in peace doth lie." 
 
 The name of the lady to whom Herrera was so de- 
 voted was the Countess of Gelves. Quintana says : 
 " He gave to his affection the heroism of platonic love, 
 and under the name of Luz, of Sol, of Estrella, and 
 Eliodora, he dedicated to her a passion, fervid, tender, 
 and constant, but accompanied with such respect and 
 decorum, that modesty could take no alarm nor virtue 
 offence." 
 
 His friend Pacheco gave to the world his collected 
 writings in 1619, accompanied by a superb portrait of 
 the " divine " poet, designed by himself. 
 
 NOTE 15. PAGE 41. 
 
 And thou as well, Don Juan de Jauregui. This cele- 
 brated man, renowned both as a painter and a poet, 
 was highly appreciated by Cervantes, and not the less so, 
 perhaps, for having painted his portrait. This fact he 
 himself communicates in the prologue to his Novelas. 
 Jauregui was born at Seville about the year 1570, and 
 his chief title to poetic fame rests on his translation of 
 Tasso's Amlnta, which his countrymen are never tired 
 of extolling, as the most perfect in all respects of any
 
 348 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 
 
 translation from the Italian, that has ever been made ; as 
 equal to the original in most passages, and superior in some. 
 He also appeared before the public as a purist, in his 
 celebrated attack on Gongora : " Poetic discourse against 
 cultish and obscure speech." Even his admirers, how- 
 ever, confess that in his latest work, a translation of 
 Lucan's Pbarsalia, the old polemic succumbed to the 
 fascinations of Gongorism, and reproduced it too in its 
 weakest form. Cervantes here makes an allusion to this 
 translation, although it was not published till 1684, forty- 
 three years after the death of Jauregui. As an evidence 
 of the estimation in which the "Aminta" was held in 
 its day, we give the following striking sonnet by Alonso 
 de Acevedo ; of whom Cervantes makes such curious 
 mention at the end of his " Journey : " 
 
 On the Aminta of Don Juan de Jauregui. 
 
 Upon the famous banks of foaming Po, 
 Aminta sprang to life, a noble maid, 
 Whose youth in bloom to Love its homage paid, 
 
 And felt the smart of his compelling bow. 
 
 Her sombre life she passed, in friendship's glow, 
 With Tirsis, famous shepherd of the glade, 
 And, through her sounding Tuscan lyre conveyed, 
 
 Her fond complainings never ceased to flow ; 
 
 Till from the banks of Betis forth did rove 
 A gallant youth of wit and grace supreme, 
 And lured by that Sevilian's potent wile, 
 
 Aminta left her country and first love ; 
 And now on Betis, in the Spanish style, 
 She sings forgetful of her tongue and stream. 
 
 It is somewhat surprising that Cervantes, who eulo-
 
 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 349 
 
 gizes so many of the poets and artists of Seville, should 
 have omitted to mention D. Francisco Pacheco, whose 
 studio was the central point of attraction to the gifted in 
 that modern Athens, and where Cervantes himself must 
 often have been an honoured guest. For Pacheco was a 
 poet as well as a painter, and in his " Art of Painting," 
 he gives us specimens of his powers, chiefly in the form 
 of epigrams. One of these for its neatness and point (in 
 the original) has almost immortalized him. We give it 
 as a curiosity. 
 
 THE PAINTER AND THE COCK. 
 
 A scurvy painter drew a cock, 
 When to his side a live one flew, 
 'Twas so unlike the cock he drew, 
 
 It gave the painter quite a shock. 
 
 The brute he slew, with little ruth, 
 To hide the scantness of his skill ; 
 And so the cock, against its will, 
 
 Became a martyr to the truth. 
 
 See Stirling Maxwell's " Artists of Spain," where 
 another version is given. 
 
 NOTE 1 6. PAGE 45. 
 
 Is Pedro de Morales. The man to whom Cervantes 
 consecrates this short eulogium, one of the most delicate 
 and touching in the poem, was a famous comedian and 
 also a writer of comedies. He seems to have befriended 
 Cervantes in the deepest hour of his need, and Cervantes 
 was not the man to forget either a friend or a kindness.
 
 3 5 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 
 
 He represents him further on as being one of the few who 
 welcomed him on his return from Parnassus : 
 
 My heart and hand I gave and warm embrace 
 To Pedro de Morales .... 
 
 Lope de Vega praises him in his Peregrine en su Patria, 
 Sevilla, 1604, as a "ready, elegant, and sympathetic 
 actor ; " and Morales was still alive in 1636 to throw a 
 little flower on Lope's grave, in the shape of a touching 
 sonnet contributed to Montalvan's " Fama Posthuma de 
 Lope de Vega." 
 
 NOTE 17. PAGE 45. 
 
 // Espinel the grand. Espinel was the Nestor of 
 Spanish poets in the time of Cervantes. Born at Ronda 
 about the year 1 544, he reached the age of ninety, as 
 Lope informs us in his " Laurel de Apolo : " 
 
 Noventa afios viviste, 
 
 Nadie te dio favor, poco escribiste. 
 
 Cervantes and he were staunch friends in their youth, and 
 in their old age were fellow-pensioners of the Archbishop 
 of Toledo. Espinel did two famous things in his day. 
 He invented, or rather perfected that form of Spanish 
 versification usually called Decimas, or, after himself, 
 Espinelas. He also added zfftb string to the guitar, by 
 which he earned the thanks of a music-loving people. 
 It is to this that Cervantes punningly alludes in the text 
 when he says, "en la guitarra tiene la prima" the pnma 
 being the first or principal string. Espinel was also 
 noted for a kind of peevish and sarcastic humour. In
 
 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 351 
 
 his book of chivalrous adventure, El escudero, Marcos de 
 Obregon, published in 1618, he goes out of his way in 
 his preface to exalt his own work at the expense of Don 
 Quixotes thus playing " the part of Zoilus " to his old 
 friend, when he was dead and gone. 
 
 NOTE 1 8. PAGE 53. 
 
 Now four appear. In the time of Cervantes poetry 
 was quite a la mode ; and the gravely humorous way in 
 which he here eulogizes the courtly poets is highly enter- 
 taining. Of the Conde de Salinas or the Conde de 
 Saldana we know little as poets. The Marquis of 
 Alcanices contributed a laudatory sonnet to the Novels of 
 Cervantes, which contains at least one happy thought, 
 when he praises Cervantes as one 
 
 Whose genius sought, by means of art, 
 To conjure hidden truth from fabled lie. 
 
 The Principe de Borja y Esquilache was a man of a 
 different stamp. He was at once a great statesman and 
 a great poet. He is called by some the " Prince of 
 Spanish lyric poets." He even attempted the heroic 
 style, but his epic poem, "The Recovery of Naples," 
 brought him little renown. He is, however, unrivalled 
 for the exquisite taste and elegance of his minor poems ; 
 and he shone especially in the Letrilla. We give a 
 translation of one of these, which is both simple and 
 beautiful : 
 
 The Maid of Betis. 
 
 Lucinda, thy home was the mountain brown, 
 "Tis more than a year since thou earnest to town ;
 
 352 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 
 
 With none art thou friendly, on none hast thou smiled, 
 If starving thou diest, how livest thou, child? 
 
 In Andalusia was never such chill, 
 
 'Tis found on the ridges of frozen Castile. 
 
 Thy cradle in Tormes, the snows on its plain, 
 Are one and the same with thine icy disdain. 
 
 The streams of Sevilla were ne'er drunk by thee, 
 Which flow by its portals, and down to the sea ! 
 
 A truce to thy rigour, thy coldness, and spleen, 
 If thou care not to see, be glad to be seen ! 
 
 To the sound of my lute-strings, at breaking of day, 
 I sang thee these verses, wert sleeping, I pray ? 
 
 Thine eyes, Maid of Betis, O do not remove, 
 Let them but look loving, if thou wilt not love ! 
 
 NOTE 19. PAGE 55. 
 
 Most famous Villamediana. This nobleman, of com- 
 manding presence and brilliant parts, lived the life of a 
 gallant and spendthrift at Court, and died at last by the 
 hands of an assassin. Those who are curious about the 
 details may consult the " Memoirs of the Countess 
 D'Aulnoy." As a poet he belonged to the school of 
 Gongora, but his imitations of the affected style of that 
 master are long ago forgotten. His epigrams, however, 
 were very celebrated, and deserve to be remembered. 
 We give the following one, not for its excellence, but 
 because it refers to one of the poets mentioned in this 
 satire : 
 
 Espana swears, without a lie, 
 
 He never sups at home, for why ? 
 
 His supper he must go without, 
 
 When nobody invites him out !
 
 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 353 
 
 This poor poet, Juan de Espana, is the man whose works 
 Cervantes sarcastically eulogizes as " more worthy of 
 divine than human praise, for in his verses he is all 
 divine ! " 
 
 NOTE 20. PAGE 57. 
 
 Scarce can Francisco de Quevedo. The familiar, yet 
 not unkindly way in which Cervantes here alludes to 
 Quevedo's lameness (which amounted to positive de- 
 formity), and the warm eulogium he bestows upon him, 
 show the existence of very friendly relations between 
 these two great men. Quevedo himself was not over- 
 sensitive in regard to his deformity, which did not pre- 
 vent him from being a very expert and deadly swordsman. 
 In his first Satire, addressed to a lady, he alludes to his 
 well-known defects in this curious way : 
 
 Como tu alma, tengo la una pierna 
 Mala y danada ; mas, Belisa ingrata, 
 Tengo otra buena que mi ser gobierna. 
 
 The complete works of this wonderful, many-sided 
 poet and politician have at length been given to the 
 world in the BibHoteca de los Autores Espanoles, in three 
 portly volumes. They form a perfect mine of wealth to 
 the Spanish student, which has still to be explored. 
 Our space only allows us to extract one satirical piece, 
 which, bearing the taking title of Testamento de Don 
 Quijote, may find an appropriate place in this volume. 
 There is no indication as to the circumstances under 
 which it was composed, so we may take it, if we please, 
 as an amusing rejoinder to the humorous personalities of 
 A A
 
 354 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 
 
 Cervantes in the text. It has not hitherto been trans- 
 lated, and we give it in an abridged form. It runs 
 thus : 
 
 THE LAST WILL OF DON QUIXOTE. 
 
 All his members bruised and battered, 
 
 Black and blue with sticks and stones, 
 Don Quijote de la Mancha 
 
 Stricken lies, and feebly groans 5 
 With his target for a cover, 
 
 With his buckler for a bed, 
 Craning out, like any tortoise, 
 
 From between the shells his head. 
 With a thinnish voice, and cheeping, 
 
 As the notary to him comes, 
 In despite of absent grinders 
 
 Thus he spake from out his gums : 
 " Jot thee down, good knight, I pray thee, 
 
 (God thee keep in quiet still !) 
 This the testament I tender 
 
 As my last and latest will. 
 Put not therein 'sound of judgment,' 
 
 As thou oft hast put before ; 
 Write it rather down ' bed-ridden,' 
 
 For, in sooth, 'tis sound no more. 
 To the earth I give my body, 
 
 Let the earth my body eat ; 
 Scarcely will there be a mouthful, 
 
 For its leanness is complete; 
 Let them bear it forth to burial 
 
 In the scabbard of my brand, 
 For by reason of its thinness 
 
 Such a coffin will be grand ! 
 I to Sancho leave the islands 
 
 Which I gained with toil unbated 
 If therewith he be not wealthy, 
 
 He'll at least be isolated.
 
 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 
 
 Item, to good Rozinante 
 
 I the fields leave with their fruits, 
 Which the Lord of Heaven created 
 
 For the grazing of the brutes ; 
 I bequeath him misadventure, 
 
 And an old age full of bother, 
 And therewith a peck of troubles 
 
 In the place of oats and fodder. 
 Of the many sticks they gave me, 
 
 I to Dulcinea good, 
 For her fuel in the winter, 
 
 Leave a hundred loads of wood. 
 Buckler, lance, Quixotic visor, 
 
 And whate'er my stock in trade is, 
 I bequeath for pious uses 
 
 In the ransom of high ladies. 
 As trustees, Don Belianis, 
 
 And the good Knight of the Sun, 
 And Esplandian the doughty, 
 
 I appoint them every one ! " 
 Up and answered Sancho Panza, 
 
 List to what he said or sung, 
 With an accent rough and ready, 
 
 And a forty-parson tongue : 
 " 'Tis not reason, good my master, 
 
 When thou goest forth, I wis, 
 To account to thy Creator, 
 
 Thou should'st utter stuff like this ; 
 As trustees, name thou the Curate, 
 
 Who confesseth thee betimes, 
 And Per-Anton, our good Provost, 
 
 And the goat-herd Gaffer Grimes ; 
 Make clean sweep of the Esplandians, 
 
 Who have dinned us with their clatter ; 
 Call thou in a ghostly hermit 
 
 Who may aid thee in the matter ! ' 
 " Well thou speakest," up and answered 
 
 Don Quijote, nowise dumb,
 
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 " Hie thee to the Rock of Dolour, 
 
 Tell Beltenebros to come ! " 
 Thereupon the Extreme-unction 
 
 At the doorway lighted down j 
 As his eyes fell on the parson, 
 
 With his candle and his gown, 
 He exclaimed it was the wizard 
 
 Of Niquea at his bed j 
 Whereupon the good hidalgo 
 
 To address him raised his head. 
 But on seeing that his judgment, 
 
 Tongue, and sight, and life were gone, 
 Scribe and Curate made their exit, 
 
 And the Knight was left alone. 
 
 Qbrai dt Sjuevtelo, iii. 196. 
 
 NOTE 21. PAGE 63. 
 
 Lope de Vega. Navarrete and other biographers quote 
 this high eulogium, as a proof of the good understanding 
 that subsisted between Lope and Cervantes. Benjumea, 
 however, in his Truth about Don Quixote, Madrid, 1878, 
 draws attention to the fact that Lope's position in the 
 roll of poets is not a very dignified one, placed as he is 
 between a mere mediocrity like Antonio de Galarza, and 
 the needy swarm of poetasters who are the subjects of 
 Cervantes' wrath and ridicule. Be that as it may, there 
 can be no doubt that, during his whole literary career, 
 Cervantes did ample justice to the claims and merit of 
 his great rival. His praise, from first to last, was given 
 with no grudging hand. As early as 1584, when Lope 
 was but twenty-two years of age, Cervantes thus speaks 
 of him in his Canto de Caliope: 
 
 Experience shows how in a true-born wit, 
 In verdant youth, and at a tender age,
 
 Notes and Illustrative Pieces, 357 
 
 High knowledge finds a domicile as fit 
 As in a manhood ripe, mature, and sage. 
 
 Who will not truth so manifest admit, 
 With such a one will I no battle wage, 
 
 Nor need I, when he knows that I am free, 
 
 Lope de Vega, to say this of thee. 
 
 This rather frigid, but not unflattering encomium, 
 addressed to a precocious youth who affirmed of himself, 
 that " his genius taught him to write verses from his 
 cradle," was, we are told, a matter of deep offence to 
 Lope. The same could hardly be said of the glowing 
 laudatory sonnet contributed by Cervantes to Lope's 
 Dragotitea, published in 1602, though that monstrous 
 Anglophobic libel on Sir Francis Drake hardly deserved 
 so much honour. It runs thus, playing on the name 
 Pega, which, in Spanish, means a plain : 
 
 Within that part of Spain, the fairest known, 
 There lies a Vtga t peaceful, ever green, 
 Whereon Apollo smiles with brow serene, 
 
 And bathes it with the streams of Helicon. 
 
 Jove, grand and mighty worker, there hath shown, 
 To make it bloom, his science vast and keen ; 
 Cyllenius there disports with merry mien, 
 
 Minerva claims it henceforth as her own ; 
 
 There have the Muses their Parnassus found, 
 Chaste Venus rears therein her teeming brood, 
 The blessed congregation of the Loves ; 
 
 And so with pleasure, and the whole year round, 
 New fruits it yieldeth for the general good, 
 Arms, angels, saints, and shepherds of the groves. 
 
 But while Cervantes was free at all times to recognize 
 the astounding fecundity of Lope's genius, and the 
 brilliancy of his achievements on the stage, it is always
 
 358 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 
 
 with a certain dignified reserve, befitting one who knew 
 he had both the right and power to act as judge and 
 discriminator between quantity and quality, fertility and 
 fatal facility, brilliancy and meretriciousness. Nowhere 
 is this more visible than in the famous speech of the 
 Canon of Toledo, on the playwrights and comedies of 
 the day (Don Quixote, i. 48), which has become classical. 
 There the utter venality and downward tendency of the 
 dramatic school, of which Lope was the founder and 
 main support, are depicted with a blending of sparkling 
 raillery and grave rebuke, such as made the wits of 
 Madrid both merry and furious. To none was it more 
 galling than to Lope, who in his Neva Art of making 
 Comedies in our Day, published in Madrid, 1609, but 
 written two or three years before, bids contemptuous 
 defiance to all his censors, with evident allusion to 
 Cervantes in particular ; and with an amazing effrontery 
 defends the doctrine, that Art must sink itself to the 
 level of public taste, and that poets who please to live 
 must live to please. This attitude of contemptuous 
 disdain or cool indifference was Lope's prevailing mood 
 towards Cervantes. Though, after the appearance of the 
 first part of Don Quixote, he had a hundred oppor- 
 tunities of speaking well of his chief rival, only five or 
 six times does he allude to him, and never once with 
 hearty or adequate praise ; for the grandiose eulogy in 
 the Laurel de Apolo refers only to Cervantes' verse. 
 When he brought out his own novels in a vain attempt 
 to snatch the palm from Cervantes, he curtly speaks of 
 his rival's Novelas as " not wanting in grace or style." 
 When he pillaged the Tratos de Argel to enrich his
 
 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 359 
 
 own Slaves of Algiers, he introduces a character called 
 Saavedra, but with no mark of respect or esteem for the 
 captive poet, who had played such a gallant and heroic 
 part. His private letters, which have lately come to 
 light, tell the same tale. In one of them he compares 
 Cervantes' verses to " fried eggs badly cooked." In 
 another, dated I4th August, 1604, just before the ap- 
 pearance of the book of the epoch, he says : " Many 
 poets are in labour for the coming year ; but none are 
 so bad as Cervantes, or so stupid as to praise Don 
 Quixote ! " This curious outburst of malice, born either 
 of envy or hatred, reads very strangely now ; for the poor 
 despised work, borne, as its author very quaintly re- 
 marks, on the crupper of Rozinante, has carried the 
 name of Cervantes to corners of the earth where the 
 name of Lope de Vega has never reached, or reached 
 only to be forgotten. 
 
 Time, that has dealt so hardly with the fame of Lope's 
 works, has also not spared the moral reputation of the 
 man, whom Montalvan describes in later years as exhibit- 
 ing the devotion of a saint, with the austerities of a monk. 
 For the same happy accident that brought to light the 
 letter of Cervantes to Mateo Vazquez, which reflects 
 additional lustre on his character as a " Chevalier sans 
 peur et sans reproche," also revealed a mass of corre- 
 spondence in the handwriting of Lope, addressed to his 
 patron, the Duke of Sessa, to whom he seems to have 
 acted in the joint capacity of secretary and " Sir 
 Pandarus." The collection consists of three folio vo- 
 lumes, containing 225 letters, each of the volumes having 
 this title-page : Cartasy Villetas de Belardo a Lufilo sobre
 
 360 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 
 
 diversas materias. These were given to Sr. La Barrera, 
 the celebrated antiquarian, to be copied out for publica- 
 tion ; but the contents were found to cast such a lurid 
 light on the secret history of Lope, even after he became 
 an ecclesiastic, that the competent authorities consigned 
 them to safe custody in the National Library. Those 
 who are curious, however, may find a number of the 
 letters contained in a work by Don Ibero Ribas y 
 Canfranc, with this strange title : Los ultimas Amores de 
 Lope de Vega, Madrid, 1876. 
 
 NOTE 22. PAGE 65. 
 
 A toy/or there. The name of one of these poetic 
 taylors has been preserved in a piquant MS. satire of the 
 period, quoted by Pellicer : 
 
 Yo Juan Martinez, oficial de Olmedo, 
 For la gracia de Dios, poeta Sastre, 
 Natural de la Sagra de Toledo. 
 
 NOTE 23. PAGE 71. 
 
 The dulcet mouth. The following sonnet by Gongora 
 so aptly reproduces the curious sentiment of the text, 
 that we can almost fancy Cervantes intended to allude 
 to it. It is hardly original, being an imitation of one of 
 Tasso's, beginning thus : 
 
 guel labro, che le rose han colorite, 
 
 Molle si sparge, e tumidetto in fuore. 
 
 SONNET. 
 
 The dulcet mouth, that shows to eager eyes 
 
 A moisture, 'mid the pearls distilled, that might 
 Outrival that sweet liquor of delight
 
 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 361 
 
 Which Ida's boy to Jupiter supplies, 
 
 Ye lovers, touch it not, if life ye prize 5 
 
 For, 'twixt one lip and t'other crimson bright, 
 Love lurks with deadly poison out of sight, 
 
 Like curled-up snake, 'twixt flower and flower that lies. 
 
 Let not the roses tempt, though seeming gay, 
 
 As those which drop down from Aurora's breast, 
 Bedewed with pearls, and scent of sweetest kind ; 
 
 Apples of Tantalus, not roses they, 
 
 That fire the blood, and vanish with unrest, 
 Leaving Love's poison and nought else behind. 
 
 Obrai de Gongora, Lisboa, 1657, vol. i. 28. 
 
 NOTE 24. PAGE 71. 
 
 Valencies plain. " Valencia del Cid," as the Spaniards 
 delight to call this famous town, is spoken of with rap- 
 ture by Cervantes in the Persiles and Sigiimunda. He 
 declares it notable, " for the grandeur of its site, the 
 distinction of its inhabitants, the amenity of its surround- 
 ings, for all that makes it the fairest and richest of all 
 cities, not only of Spain, but of all Europe : and princi- 
 pally for the beauty of its women, their extreme chastity, 
 and sprightly language, which the Portuguese tongue 
 alone can rival in smoothness and sweetness." It was also 
 celebrated for the number and excellence of its poets 
 who, in October, 1591, constituted themselves into that 
 famous academy called Academia de los Nocturnes. It 
 consisted of forty-five members, who all assumed names 
 in keeping with their character as " Nocturnals." It 
 may be interesting to give a few of those mentioned in 
 this satire, with their designations : 
 
 D. Guillen de Castro . = Serena. 
 
 D. Lois Ferrer . = Norte.
 
 362 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 
 
 Andres Rey de Artieda = Centinela. 
 
 Caspar de Aguilar . . = Sombra. 
 The name of Captain Christobal de Virues does not 
 appear on the list ; nor that of Pedro de Aguilar, who 
 was a native of Antequera. It is generally supposed that 
 Cervantes meant Caspar de Aguilar, who was a very 
 prolific Valencian poet. The Academy was dissolved in 
 1593 ; but was resuscitated in 1615, under the title of 
 Los Montaneses del Parnaso. Guillen de Castro, who 
 was an influential member of the Academy, is famous 
 especially for his great comedy in two parts, Las Moce- 
 dades del Cid t from which Corneille borrowed so 
 largely. He also dramatized portions of the Dan 
 Quixote s and one of his pieces bears the same tide as 
 Cervantes' novel, El curioso impertinente. Captain 
 Virues, who was a comrade of Cervantes at Lepanto, 
 also shares with him the honour (if honour it may be 
 called) of having been among the first to reduce comedies 
 to three acts. Ticknor, however, has shown that Francisco 
 de Avendano in 1553 had anticipated them both. 
 
 NOTE 25. PAGE 75. 
 
 Great Andres Rey de Artieda. This was a poet after 
 Cervantes' own heart. He was a gallant soldier all his 
 lifetime ; fought gloriously at Lepanto, where he received 
 three wounds ; but was at the same time an intense 
 student, and devoted especially to poetry. His letters 
 and satires are famed for the exquisite purity of their 
 language, and for the vivid trenchant style with which 
 they lash the vices of the age, both in morals and 
 literature. His chief work has this title : Discourses,
 
 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 363 
 
 Epistles, and Epigrams of Artemidoro, Saragossa, 1605. 
 A passage from one of his letters to the Marquis de 
 Cuellar will illustrate the scope and tendency of his 
 criticism. It is aimed at Lope de Vega, and expresses 
 in a humorous way the very opinions of Cervantes 
 himself: 
 
 Beneath the Lord of Delos' burning heat 
 Spring little poets from the putrid pool, 
 With such agility, 'tis quite a treat} 
 
 And marvellous it is, beyond all rule, 
 
 To see a comedy writ by some wight, 
 Whom yesterday Minerva put to school. 
 
 Since his invention is but wind outright, 
 
 In eight short days, or in less space of time, 
 
 The mode and matter are in keeping quite ; 
 
 * * * * 
 
 I've galleys seen skim o'er the desert way, 
 And half-a-dozen horsemen posting ride 
 From Cyprus' channel to Palermo's bay ; 
 
 The Persian Empire placed the Alps beside, 
 And Famagosta planted in Biscay, 
 And Germany depicted strait and wide j 
 
 In such-like stuff Heredia doth play, 
 
 To suit the humour of a friend of his, 
 Who writes a comedy in half a day ! 
 
 NOTE 26. PAGE 79. 
 
 Of Tityrus and eke Sineerus lie. Cervantes refers here 
 to the tombs of Virgil and Sannazaro at Naples. Sincere 
 is one of the chief characters in Sannazaro's grand 
 Pastoral, Arcadia. 
 
 NOTE 27. PAGE 81. 
 
 The two Lupercios greet. These two Lupercios, who 
 might with more propriety have been styled the two
 
 364 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 
 
 Leonardos, were the famous brothers Lupercio Leonardo 
 de Argensola, and Bartolome Juan Leonardo de Argen- 
 sola. They were born at Barbastro, in Aragon, the 
 one in 1564, the other in 1566. The elder, Lupercio, 
 became a statesman and historiographer of the Crown of 
 Aragon; the younger became a churchman, Rector of 
 Villahermosa, and Canon of Saragossa. They both, by 
 exalted character and high attainments, enjoyed an 
 immense authority in the world of literature. As far 
 back as 1584 Cervantes praised them in the Canto de 
 Caliope, as "twin luminaries, twin suns of poesy." He 
 also passes an extravagant eulogium on the dramas of the 
 elder brother, in the Canon of Toledo's address in the 
 first part of Don Quixote (ch. 48), as models of highest 
 excellence. On account of their classical refinement, 
 and the exquisite character of their Satires, the brothers 
 were styled the Horaces of Spain. As for the matter 
 touched upon in the text, we know little more than what 
 Cervantes himself tells us. The elder brother had 
 received a commission from the Conde de Lemos, 
 Viceroy of Naples, in 1610, to found an academy of 
 literature there, and invite the best wits of Spain to join 
 it. The Academia degli Oziosi was in due time formed, 
 but Cervantes, who had received brilliant promises, was 
 not thought worthy to be ranked amongst the elite, and 
 was left to his solitude in Madrid. He professed to be 
 much chagrined at this neglect ; but the world at large 
 will not share his regret. Naples was to him a paradise 
 of delight and song. In his youth " he had trodden its 
 streets for better than a year." As one of the " Oziosi" 
 he might have lived a merrier and more luxurious life ;
 
 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 365 
 
 but Naples might have proved to him a Capua, and the 
 world have been the poorer for the want of his " Novels," 
 and his completed Don Quixote. We know of no 
 talent the " Oziosi " club ever evoked ; and the Spanish 
 academies generally were rather hotbeds of display and 
 jealousy, than nurseries of high art. 
 
 As a specimen of the powers of Lupercio Leonardo we 
 give one of his more humorous sonnets : 
 
 TRUTH AND BEAUTY. 
 
 I must confess, Don John, on due inspection, 
 
 That dame Elvira's charming red and white, 
 Though fair they seem, are only hers by right 
 
 In that her money purchased their perfection ; 
 
 But thou must grant as well, on calm reflection, 
 That her sweet lie hath such a lustre bright, 
 As fairly puts to shame the paler light, 
 
 And honest beauty of a true complexion ! 
 
 And yet no wonder I distracted go 
 
 With such deceit, when 'tis within our ken 
 That Nature blinds us with the self-same spell ; 
 
 For that blue heaven above, that charms us so, 
 Is neither heaven nor blue ! Sad pity then, 
 That so much Beauty is not Truth as well ! 
 
 The Canon, Bartolome', was famous for his epigrams. 
 The following is celebrated, though it is but an imitation 
 of one by Catullus : 
 
 TO ELIA. 
 
 If, Elia, I remember true, 
 
 Four teeth thou hadst without a doubt j 
 One cough thou gav'st, and two flew out, 
 
 Another drew the other two.
 
 3 66 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 
 
 Now may'st thou cough, upon my word, 
 
 And all day long, without a pause, 
 
 For nothing in thy vacant jaws 
 Will e'er be stirred by cough the third ! 
 
 One of his finest sonnets is, however, in a graver and 
 loftier line, and is thus entitled : 
 
 TO PROVIDENCE. 
 
 O common Father, say, since thou art just, 
 Why doth thy watchful providence permit, 
 That Fraud upon the judgment-throne should sit, 
 
 While Innocence, in chains, must bite the dust ? 
 
 Who gave its vigour to the arm robust 
 
 Which braves thy laws unchecked, nor will submit, 
 Whilst humble zeal, that gives thee honour fit, 
 
 Is trodden down beneath victorious lust ? 
 
 See how they gleam, those quivering palms of fame, 
 In vice-stained hands, while Virtue, losing heart, 
 Groans as the lying pageant onward rolls ! 
 
 Thus spake I, when a nymph celestial came, 
 
 And smiling said : Blind mortal that thou art, 
 And is this earth the centre of all souls ? 
 
 NOTE 28. PAGE 85. 
 
 Of furious dogs. We give the four following lines from 
 Gonzalo Perez' translation of the Odyssey, descriptive of 
 this scene : 
 
 Alii -vi-ve la Scylla, que no cessa 
 De aullar y ladrar contlnuamente 
 Con un ladrido agudo : como suele 
 Ladrar una feri//a, que aun es nucva, 
 
 La Ulyxeay 1. 12, p. 185. 
 
 NOTE 29. PAGE 87. 
 
 They found him in that man Lofraso. In the famous 
 scrutiny of Don Quixote's library special mention is
 
 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 367 
 
 made of this luckless bard and his monstrous work. 
 We give the passage from Shelton's version, slightly 
 amended : " This booke, quoth the Barber, opening 
 of another, is The Ten bookes of the Fortune of love, 
 written by Antonio de Lofraso, the Sardinian Poet. By 
 the holy Orders which I have received, quoth the 
 Curate, since Apollo was Apollo, and the Muses, Muses, 
 and Poets, Poets, was never written so delightfull and 
 extravagant a worke as this, which, in its way & veine, 
 is the best and rarest of all the bookes that have ever 
 issued of that kinde to view the light of the world ; and 
 he that hath not read it may make account that he hath 
 never read matter of delight. Give it to me, gossip, for 
 I doe prize more the finding of it, than I would the gift 
 of a Cassocke of the best Serge of Florence. And so 
 with great joy he laid it aside." (The Historie of Don- 
 Quixote, b. i. ch. 6.) The Spanish critics make merry 
 over a certain Frenchman, the Marquis de Argens, who 
 on the strength of this dubious eulogium declared the 
 work of Lofraso to be " one of the best books of Spain." 
 They are also most unsparing in their ridicule of Pedro 
 Pineda, a teacher of Spanish in London, who in the year 
 1740 reprinted it in two handsome octavo volumes, as 
 one of the treasures of Spanish literature. (Londres, por 
 Henrique Chapel, Ano 1740.) Pineda's praise of the 
 work is quite unbounded, and he declares himself 
 "under constraint to print it, knowing that the English 
 nation loves what is good, prizes what is rare, and seeks 
 after what is curious." 
 
 Poor Pineda, who edited an edition of the Don Quixote 
 for Tonson, and an edition of the Novelas Exemplares for
 
 368 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 
 
 Henry Chapelle, had evidently never read the Viaje del 
 Parnaso ; otherwise the subtle irony of Cervantes might 
 have dawned upon him. 
 
 Whatever may be the merits of the book, there can 
 be no doubt of its rarity. The British Museum possesses a 
 very fine copy of the original edition, Barcelona, 1573 ; 
 and Salva declares it to be sumamente raro. 
 
 The author's real name was Lo Frasso, and the real 
 title of his book, The Ten Books ofFortuna Amor, written 
 in imitation of Montemayor's Seven books of Diana. 
 The heroine's name is Fortuna, and the hero's Frexano, 
 under which latter the author has disguised his own ; 
 Frasso in the Sardinian dialect being equivalent to Fresno 
 (ash-tree) in Spanish. The whole book forms a curious, 
 unsavoury mess of maudlin verse and stilted prose, 
 which goes jogging along, ofttimes through four pages, 
 without a single stop. The unbounded conceit of the 
 man (which seems specially to have roused Cervantes' 
 wrath) is shown in a delectable poem, towards the end 
 of the book, in the form of a huge acrostic. It consists 
 of no less than 168 lines, the initial letters of which, 
 when put together, were destined to immortalize the 
 name of the author, the title and date of his book, and 
 the name of his patron. Cervantes, however, was pro- 
 bably not aware, while making merry over the Sardinian 
 bard, that Lo Frasso had almost (if not quite) anticipated 
 himself in the invention of the immortal name of 
 DULCINEA ! Amongst a number of disdainful damsels 
 mentioned in the tale occurs the name of DULCINA ; and 
 one of the rejected lovers bears the sweet appellation of 
 DULCINEO. As a specimen of Lo Frasso's powers, we
 
 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 369 
 
 give the following octave which Deyfebo addressed to 
 Dulcina, on returning her ring and pledge : 
 
 A ring, Dulcina, thou me gav'st one day 
 
 To mock me, and to wound my heart right sore ; 
 
 What matters it, since Love hath flown away, 
 And on thy beauty I set little store : 
 
 If, ingrate, thou didst mean to jilt me, say, 
 
 Why didst thou seem to love me more and more? 
 
 Well, since thy love was such a feigned thing, 
 
 I rid me now of it, and of thy ring. 
 
 Nothing whatever is known of Antonio de lo Frasso save 
 what he himself tells us; viz., that he was born at Lalguer, 
 a seaport town of Sardinia, had served in the army, and 
 was resident in Barcelona. Before the issue of his great 
 work he published, in 1571, a little brochure with this 
 title, " Here commenceth the letter which the Author 
 sends to his sons, and a thousand two hundred discreet 
 counsels and warnings Virtus post funera vivit" This 
 information we owe to Salva, who declares the copy in 
 his possession to be unique, so far as he knows ; which 
 gives that sapient bibliographer occasion to arraign the 
 wisdom of Providence, in ordaining that the scarcest 
 books shall be the stupidest. 
 
 This letter is addressed from Barcelona to " My 
 dearest sons, Alfonso and Scipio de lo Frasso," informing 
 them and the public that " he addresses to them these 
 warnings and counsels because he is far from them, and 
 cannot visit them without fear of death, owing to the 
 intervention of the fierce Gulf of Lyons ; for that 
 crossing the sea is a matter involving the uncertainty of 
 snatching short life from its fury !" This is a sentiment 
 B B
 
 37 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 
 
 hardly worthy of " Mercury's boatswain," as Cervantes 
 wittily dubs him. This same volume of Salva's contains 
 a poem in octaves on the battle of Lepanto, and a Sonnet 
 by Lo Frasso, "al muy serenissimo S. Don Joan de 
 Austria " with a wretched woodcut on the reverse, re- 
 presenting a naval combat. Was Lo Frasso, after all, a 
 comrade in arms of Cervantes ? 
 
 NOTE 30. PAGE 89. 
 
 Tb' Acroceraunian, fatal name. This is an allusion to 
 the infantes scopulos Acroceraunia of Horace (Carm. 1-3, 
 20). 
 
 NOTE 31. PAGE 88. 
 
 A eantimplora acostumbrados. The cantimplora, or 
 water-cooler, plays an important part in Madrid during 
 the summer months. Gongora introduces it in this witty 
 stanza : 
 
 El medico y cirujano 
 Sean para mi govierno, 
 Calentador en invierno, 
 Y Cantimplora en verano. 
 
 The doctor and phlebotomist 
 
 Be each for me in turn my ruler j 
 My warming-pan in winter-time, 
 
 In summer-time my water-cooler. 
 
 NOTE 32. PAGE 95. 
 
 Don Juan de Arguijo. This famous veinte-cuatro y or 
 Alderman of Seville, though no very distinguished poet 
 himself, was a man of such refined taste and unbounded 
 munificence, that he was celebrated throughout the 
 length and breadth of the land as the " Apollo of all the
 
 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 371 
 
 poets of Spain." It is to this fact that Cervantes here 
 alludes. Arguijo's palace, and Pacheco's studio in 
 Seville, were the common haunts of the poets, artists, 
 and dilettanti of the town. 
 
 NOTE 33. PAGE 101. 
 
 Those of Alcinous. Cervantes' description of the 
 garden of Parnassus reminds us in one or two points of 
 the garden of Alcinoiis described in the Odyssey ; espe- 
 cially in these lines : 
 
 It changeth not at all with changing-time, 
 For all the year Spring offers, in her glee, 
 Not hopeful blooms, but fruits in all their prime. 
 
 The corresponding phrases in the Odyssey are thus 
 rendered by Gonzalo Perez : 
 
 Su fructa no se pierde, ni se dana 
 Ni falta en el ynvierno, ni en verano, 
 Mas dura todo el ano : porque siempre 
 Reyna en la huerta el Zephiro suave. 
 
 La Ulyxea, 1. 7, 105. 
 
 NOTE 34. PAGE 105. 
 
 With wbicb fair Galatea. This was the first venture 
 of Cervantes on the field of literature. He calls it las 
 primicias de ml corto ingenio. It is generally supposed to 
 have been published in Madrid, in September, 1 584, just 
 before his marriage, and presented to his bride, as her 
 marriage-gift. The first extant edition, however, bears 
 this title : " First Part of the Galatea, divided into six 
 Books, composed by Miguel de Cervantes, &c. printed 
 at Alcala, by Juan Gracian, 1585." The second part 
 was never completed ; though till the very last year of
 
 372 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 
 
 his life Cervantes did not despair of giving it to the 
 public. It is a simple pastoral tale, framed after the 
 model of Montemayor's Diana, and though written in 
 pure limpid prose, interspersed with very melodious 
 verse, it gave his countrymen no foretaste of what was 
 afterwards in store for them. He himself had yet to 
 learn where his true strength lay, and it was the stern 
 pressure of the times that drove him at last from 
 Arcadia to La Mancha. Even in these early times, 
 however, Cervantes was well known and appreciated 
 in literary circles. As a slight evidence thereof we give 
 the following "laudatory Sonnet" contributed by one of 
 his friends to the Galatea. It is full of the extravagance 
 belonging to such compositions ; and most likely the 
 author of it never dreamed how much prophetic truth 
 lay beneath his friendly flattery. It is thus entitled : 
 
 L DON LUIS DE VARGAS MANRIQUE 
 To THE AUTHOR OF "GALATEA." 
 
 The sovereign gods in thee have made display, 
 O grand Cervantes, of their greatness dread, 
 And, nature-like, have showered upon thy head 
 
 Their gifts immortal without stint or stay. 
 
 Jove gave his bolt, that lambent vivid play 
 Of words, which lend a soul to matter dead j 
 Diana gave a style, light as her tread, 
 
 Chaste as herself, of more than mortal sway ; 
 
 Hermes, his cunning tales and happy phrase, 
 
 Mars, the strong vigour that inspires thine arm, 
 Cupid and Venus, all their tender loves ; 
 
 Apollo lent his sweet harmonious lays, 
 
 The Sisters Nine, their science and its charm, 
 And Pan, in fine, his shepherds and his groves.
 
 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 373 
 
 NOTE 35. PAGE 107. 
 
 Don Quixote. So much has been written about the 
 Don Quixote of late years that it seems unnecessary to 
 say more now. We, therefore, merely direct attention 
 to the peculiar estimate which Cervantes gives of the 
 use and intent of his great work. It almost seems as if 
 he meant to warn off the field all future hunters after 
 hidden truths and mystic meanings. His words are 
 few and simple, but they contain much in little com- 
 pass. To purge the human breast of melancholy ; to be 
 a perennial spring of delight to the world in all seasons, 
 through all ages ; this is what Don Quixote was spe- 
 cially created for, according to the testimony of its 
 "wise begetter." Could grandeur of idea be better 
 embodied in plainer words ? We are reminded forcibly 
 of the self-same language used by Sir Walter Scott (the 
 only humorist of the Cervantic type that Britain has 
 produced) when dedicating the collected edition of his 
 Waverley Novels to George IV. : " Sire, the Author of 
 this collection of works of fiction would not have pre- 
 sumed to solicit for them your Majesty's august patronage, 
 were it not that the perusal of them has been supposed 
 in some instances to have succeeded in amusing hours of 
 relaxation, or relieving those of languor, pain, or anxiety." 
 To produce a book of universal pastime (pasatiempo), 
 to lessen, even by a few drops, the ocean of human pain 
 and melancholy, may seem poor objects of poetic ambi- 
 tion ; and yet two great geniuses combine in declaring 
 these to be the sum and substance of their life-work ! 
 
 We may note also, as a curious coincidence, that the
 
 374 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 
 
 two most wonderful poetic creations of the seventeenth 
 century saw the light of day almost at the same time. 
 The second quarto of Shakespeare's Hamlet (the full- 
 orbed conception) was published in London in 1604; 
 the first edition of Cervantes' Don Quixote appeared 
 in Madrid early in 1605. Such a planetary conjunction 
 is very rare in the literary universe. We have deemed 
 it worthy of commemoration in the following sonnet : 
 
 LONDON AND MADRID, 
 1604-1605. 
 
 From two great minds two madmen drew their birth, 
 Seers rather, who on this our human stage 
 Have held men's hearts enthralled, from age to age, 
 
 Now thrilled with horror, now convulsed with mirth. 
 
 The Danish prince, whose mind the woes of earth 
 Unhinged, and touched the brain with finest rage : 
 The Spanish Don, whose soul the knightly page 
 
 With follies fired, to brighten many a hearth ; 
 
 Hamlet and Quixote ! Names that will not die, 
 While those of Shakespeare and Cervantes live; 
 While Life and light with Death and darkness strive, 
 
 And Truth in arms confronts the rampant Lie ! 
 Grand teachers both ! We welcome in the twain 
 The power of England, and the wit of Spain ! 
 
 NOTE 36. PAGE 107. 
 
 / penned the sonnet with this opening strain. There is 
 a curious notice contained in a contemporary manuscript 
 entitled Sucesos de Sevilla, 1592-1604, which tells us 
 when and where this sonnet was published. It runs 
 thus :
 
 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 375 
 
 "On Tuesday zgth December of said year (1598) 
 were celebrated the funeral rites of His Majesty, and it 
 appears that the Inquisition was condemned to pay for 
 the wax consumed during the first day, and the town for 
 the masses. And on that day, while I stood in the holy 
 church, there entered a roguish poet who recited an 
 octave on the grandeur of the funeral pile : 
 
 I vow to God such grandeur stuns my brain ! 
 
 I'd give a crown its wonders to detail ; 
 
 For such a grand machine on such a scale 
 Beggars description, makes invention vain. 
 Now, by the living Christ, each piece, 'tis plain, 
 
 Is worth a million ! Pity it should fail 
 
 To last an age ! Hail, grand Sevilla, hail, 
 In wit and wealth a second Rome again ! 
 I'd wager that the soul of the deceased, 
 
 On such a sight as this to gloat and gaze, 
 
 Hath left its joys eternal in the skies. 
 A listening puppy answered : " I at least, 
 
 Sir soldier, doubt not what your honour says, 
 
 Who dares to think the opposite he lies ! " 
 
 On this, to my surprise, 
 The stripling stinted, fumbled with his blade. 
 Looked sideways, vanished, and no more was said. 
 
 For full particulars regarding this astounding catafalque 
 of Philip II., see Espinosa de los Monteros, Historia de 
 Sevilla, foil. Iiii-iii8; Stirling Maxwell, Annals of 
 the Ar 'lists in Spain, i. 403. 
 
 As a pendant to this famous sonnet we may as well 
 give the other, equally famous, which Cervantes made 
 two years before. It commemorates the relief of Cadiz, 
 July 1596 ; and the exploits of the awkward squad of 
 Sevilian volunteers who, under the command of the
 
 376 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 
 
 Duke of Medina-Celi, entered Cadiz after the Earl of 
 Essex had sacked it, and evacuated it. The Bull-calf 
 (Becerro) represents Captain Becerra, who drilled the 
 doughty band : 
 
 SONNET. 
 
 This July saw another Holy week, 
 
 When certain brotherhoods made quite a blaze, 
 Well-known as squads in military phrase 
 
 Which made the mob and not the English shriek ! 
 
 So many feathers waved from peak to peak, 
 That in some fourteen, or some fifteen days, 
 Their Pigmies and Goliaths winged their ways, 
 
 And all their pageant vanished like a freak. 
 
 The Bull-calf bellowed ; placed his squad in line j 
 The sky grew dark j a rumbling seized the ground, 
 Which threatened total ruin as it shook j 
 
 And into Cadiz, with a prudence fine, 
 
 Soon as the Earl had left it safe and sound, 
 In triumph marched Medina's mighty Duke ! 
 
 NOTE 37. PAGE 107. 
 
 I've of Romances. Of the infinite number of romances 
 which Cervantes penned, very few are now extant. 
 These few, though some are very doubtful, may be 
 found in the poesias sue/fas, appended to the volume of 
 Cervantes' works in the Biblioteca de los Autores Espa- 
 fioles. Among the rest is one entitled, Los Celos 
 (Jealousy), which is supposed to be the very one al- 
 luded to by Cervantes, as his masterpiece in this depart- 
 ment of song. If authentic, it is certainly curious, 
 though not very striking. The most charming of all his 
 romances is that given in his novel, La Gitanilla, as 
 sung by the gipsy maiden on the streets of Madrid. It
 
 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 377 
 
 is too long to quote here ; but it is worthy of a better 
 translation than any that has yet been published. 
 
 NOTE 38. PAGE 109. 
 
 To rival Phyllis my Pbylena. The Pbylena is supposed 
 by most Spanish critics to have been a youthful perfor- 
 mance of Cervantes, written probably before he went to 
 Italy as camarero to Cardinal Aquaviva, and never pub- 
 lished. Mr. Duffield, following in the wake of Sr. 
 Asensio, informs us that Filena is a misprint for Silena, 
 one of the shepherdesses introduced into the Galatea. 
 This notion seems very far-fetched. The Galatea has 
 already been mentioned in this oration ; and, moreover, 
 it requires but a single glance at Cervantes' own words, 
 Al par de Fills mi Filena, to see that the one name is 
 suggestive of the other. 
 
 NOTE 39. PAGE 113. 
 
 A wondrous being. Readers of Don Quixote will re- 
 member the delectable address which the immortal 
 Hidalgo gives in the house of Don Diego de Miranda, 
 on the nature and uses of poetry and poets, for the 
 benefit of his hopeful son, a student of Salamanca 
 (Part ii. ch. 26). There they will find, in a more 
 practical shape, the essence of this wonderful description 
 of True Poesy. Whatever may be thought of Cervantes' 
 claim to be a great poet, no one will question the gran- 
 deur of his conceptions, regarding the worth and power 
 of True Poesy in the economy of the universe. 
 
 NOTE 40. PAGE 1 1 6. 
 Campo y vereda. The reading, in the first and subse-
 
 37 8 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 
 
 quent editions of the Viaje, is compa y vereda. This is a 
 manifest blunder, which makes the whole passage unin- 
 telligible. Compa and vereda are thus reckoned amongst 
 the other odorous herbs sacred to -Bacchus, which False 
 Poesy scatters. But compa is not found in Spanish Lexi- 
 cons, and vereda is a bridle-path. The slight alteration 
 of compa into campo, as suggested by Sr. Gayangos, gives 
 at least a glimmering of sense. 
 
 NOTE 41. PAGE 121. 
 
 / spied six persons of a clerkly kind. This amusing 
 description of the ecclesiastics, and their flirtation with 
 the Muses, is quite Cervantic. We can well fancy 
 what a fluttering there would be among the black cloaks 
 of Toledo, when it was first published. Of five out of 
 the six shame-faced but ambitious aspirants to the 
 honours of Parnassus, whose names are given, but little 
 is known, and that little is hardly worth relating. More 
 interest attaches to the sixth, whose name is not given. 
 It is supposed that Cervantes here satirizes that famous 
 writer of comedies, Fray Gabriel Tellez, who, under the 
 pseudonym of Tirso de Molina, enjoyed a popularity on 
 the stage second only to that of Lope de Vega. He was 
 born in Madrid, studied at Alcala, and became a priest 
 in 1613. He composed no less than 300 comedies, the 
 most famous of which are the Burlador de Sevilla, the 
 prototype of all succeeding Don Juans, and Don Gil de 
 las calzas verdes, whose sappy humour was the delight of 
 the common people. (See Ticknor, vol. ii., ch. 21.) 
 Cervantes very aptly characterizes Molina's not over- 
 chaste delineations of the manners of his time j for
 
 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 379 
 
 which he had to suffer at sundry times the lash of the 
 Inquisition. 
 
 NOTE 42. PAGE 205. 
 
 Is Arbolancbes. This redoubtable commander-in- 
 chief of the heterodox army, Hieronymo Arbolanche, 
 as he styles himself, was a native of Tudela, in the pro- 
 vince of Navarre ; and with this single fact (vouched 
 for by himself) begins and ends his recorded history. 
 Such immortality as he enjoys is, therefore, due to Cer- 
 vantes, and in some measure also to the fact that his 
 work (The Nine Books of the Havidas, Saragossa, 1566) 
 is one of the rarest in Spanish literature. Salva, who 
 thought himself the happy possessor of the sole copy in 
 existence, was surprised to find that Don Pascual de 
 Gayangos (whose library is noted for its rarities) 
 describes it in the notes appended to his translation of 
 Ticknor's History of Spanish Literature (Madrid, 1851- 
 56, vol. iii., p. 537), and also extracts from it five little 
 gems as proofs of its high quality. Fortified by the 
 opinion of this distinguished authority, Salva is not dis- 
 posed to submit to the indignity of having one of his pet 
 rare volumes consigned (like that of Lo FRASSO) to the 
 limbo of the stupid. He therefore roundly charges 
 Cervantes with having depreciated a book he had never 
 seen. Cervantes, it seems, calls it "a very breviary in 
 bulk," whereas it is the smallest of small octavos ; he 
 also calls it a melange of prose and verse, whereas it is 
 written throughout in blank verse, interspersed with little 
 poems of different kinds and measures. These be 
 blunders unpardonable in the eyes of matter-of-fact
 
 380 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 
 
 bibliomaniacs, who know nothing of poetic licence or sly 
 sarcasm. Cervantes no doubt looked upon blank verse 
 as but disguised prose. But it seems to us that the title- 
 page alone was quite sufficient to call forth the peculiar 
 humour of Cervantes. Arbolanche has planted a wood- 
 cut representation of himself right in the centre of it, 
 and, not content with this, has reproduced it on the 
 reverse side, with this absurd inscription : 
 
 Ebro me produzio, y enjlor me tiene, 
 Mas my rayz de rio Calibe -vlene. 
 
 which we can only render thus : 
 
 Ebro produced me and keeps me fresh ever, 
 But my stock hath its root on the Calibe river. 
 
 Arbolanche's portrait represents a man with a massive 
 head, set on a thick short neck ; a rather sensual mouth 
 with protruding lips (muso por la vidd) ; a slightly aquiline 
 nose ; a crop of matted hair curiously foliated (if we may 
 use the expression) so as to take the form of laurel leaves ! 
 The whole expression of the face is smug and self- 
 satisfied, and we do not wonder that it called forth a 
 little of the sarcastic raillery of Cervantes. As to the 
 merits of his book, since no one seems to have read it 
 through, it would be unseemly to judge. From an 
 abstract of it given by the author himself, we infer that 
 its subject-matter is totally out of the range of human 
 interest. But the most entertaining and characteristic 
 part of the whole book is the introductory letter, addressed 
 by Arbolanche to his pedagogue. The singular mock- 
 modesty with which he repudiates all pretensions to 
 poetic skill, and anticipates all adverse criticism, is very
 
 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 381 
 
 amusing. Singularly enough both Gayangos and Guardia 
 represent this letter as addressed by the master to the 
 pupil. The title, however, runs thus : 
 
 EPISTLE OF HIERONYMO ARBOLANCHE TO 
 
 DON MELCHOR ENRICO, HIS 
 
 MASTER IN ARTS. 
 
 master mine, my will was never free 
 
 To find in printing books a great delight, 
 But she who has the power hath ordered me 
 To bring this ill-sung Book of mine to light; 
 
 1 grant I am not versed in poesy, 
 
 And only know that I know nothing right ; 
 And know as well that many know as little, 
 So care not, if they praise me not, one tittle. 
 
 I never chaunted on Parnassus' height, 
 
 Nor ever drank the waters Cabaline : 
 What Octave is or Sextain beats me quite, 
 
 Nor have I dealings with the Muses nine ; 
 Not mine the gift, like improvising wight, 
 
 At every step to vomit forth a line ; 
 I cannot verses on my fingers measure, 
 Nor mouth two thousand fooleries at pleasure. 
 
 I do not hire me Sonnets to indite 
 
 For books that go to press in this our time : 
 
 I do not ballads spin, or tercets write, 
 
 Nor have one notion of impromptu rhyme : 
 
 With echo-songs, in sooth, I'm puzzled quite, 
 To make them to the full note curtly chime : 
 
 I do not medleys make, nor things at all 
 
 That may be dubbed with name of Madrigal. 
 
 I cannot use strange words or obsolete, 
 Nor am I read in books of chivalry :
 
 382 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 
 
 Nor can the names of blustering knights repeat, 
 
 Nor tell the tale of each stale victory ; 
 I know not what is meant by " broken feet," 
 
 For mine own limbs are sound as sound can be ; 
 I cannot make some short, and others long, 
 Some very sweet, and others very strong. 
 
 In the succeeding twelve octaves Arbolanche reveals 
 an unexpected vein of coarse sarcasm, not wanting in 
 point or vigour. All the most famous Spanish authors 
 and books of his time, and before it, come in for their 
 share. He is not ashamed to quiz such venerable men as 
 Juan de Mena and Juan del Encina, and is even impudent 
 enough to let fly a shaft at Garcilaso and Boscan. But 
 we must allow him to speak for himself : 
 
 Tampoco se yo hacer que cosicosa, 
 Como el de las Preguntas y Respuestas, 
 
 Ni como Garcilaso de la prosa 
 
 Del Sanazaro coplas hago prestas ; 
 
 Ni se yo hacer mi pluma muy famosa 
 Llevando el hurto italiano a cuestas, 
 
 Como el Boscan, que tanto se me entona, 
 
 Porque llevo el Amor en Barcelona. 
 
 The whole Epistle winds up in this wonderful way : 
 
 Ne'er wished I, 'mong the Wits, to find my name 
 
 Within the Cancicnero General ; 
 Nor ever strove the foremost place to claim, 
 
 As many do whose names are there withal j 
 I never sought to rank with men of fame, 
 
 Nor even thought of such a thing at all : 
 But, lest I may, O lend me wit of thine, 
 Senor Melchor Enrico, master mine ! 
 
 I do not evil speak of men so high, 
 As if I thought I had sufficient grace
 
 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 383 
 
 To reach unto their lofty blasonry, 
 
 Still less to give myself a higher place ; 
 But since without much bitter raillery 
 
 None ever came off victors in the race ; 
 And since such famous men their weird must dree, 
 What will the dolts and envious make of me? 
 
 It is quite evident that such a man was fair game for 
 the shafts of Cervantes, and quite as evident that his 
 rhinoceros hide was quite impervious to any amount of 
 contempt. But the whole matter is of little interest to 
 the present generation : and such is the irony of Fate, 
 that the priceless First Edition of the Don Quixote, and 
 the tiny tome of Arbolanche, have equally achieved the 
 honours of the " glass case " in the British Museum. 
 Requiescant in pace. 
 
 NOTE 43. PAGE 215. 
 
 La Picara Justina. This, the most scandalous novel 
 of its time, was written by the Dominican, Fray Andres 
 Perez, under the nom de plume of Francisco Lopez de 
 Ubeda. Its title is : "Book of Entertainment of the 
 Rogue Justina, in which under merry conversations are 
 concealed useful counsels, &c. Medina del Campo, 1605." 
 It receives here the most stinging reprobation from Cer- 
 vantes : though its contents were the delight of a not 
 over-squeamish age, which demanded edition after edition. 
 It appeared in the same year as the Don Quixote, most 
 likely a little before it : and, what seems wonderful, it 
 not only mentions that as yet unpublished work in the 
 body of the text, but does so in a stanza of the curious 
 kind of verse (versos cortados = docked lines) which 
 Cervantes first made popular in the Don Quixote, and of
 
 384 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 
 
 which he esteemed himself the inventor. The stanza 
 
 is this : 
 
 I'm the Quee of Picardi 
 Famous mo than Dame Oli 
 Than Don Quixo and Lazari 
 Than Alfarach and Celesti 
 
 The wonder ceases, however, when we consider that 
 the Don Quixote was well-known in the literary circles 
 of Madrid long before it was printed. Lope speaks of it 
 contemptuously in a letter already quoted, dated Toledo, 
 August 14, 1604. The w ily Dominican had, therefore, 
 ample opportunity of knowing its contents. It is thought 
 that Cervantes, in the eighth chapter of the Viaje, roundly 
 accuses him of plagiarism, when he introduces the Muses 
 as dancing to the "sweet sound of instrument of mine" : 
 
 Mine, did I say, I do but lie perchance, 
 
 Like him who calls another's verse his own, 
 If it be fit his honour to advance. 
 
 To Spanish students of the Don Quixote the mysterious 
 poem of Urganda la desconicida, which introduces the 
 work, and whose metre Perez imitated, is well known. 
 It has hitherto been regarded by English translators as a 
 farrago of nonsense verses, unfit for serious rendering. 
 In Duffield's new translation of Don Quixote, we at- 
 tempted for the first time a translation of it in plain 
 metre. As a curiosity we give it here again ; but with 
 its full complement of " broken feet." It is written in a 
 style of versification hitherto uncultivated by English 
 rhymesters; perhaps it may become popular. Benjumea, 
 in his " Truth about Don Quixote," declares it to be the 
 key which unlocks most of the mysteries that follow.
 
 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 385 
 
 We commend it, therefore, to all ingenious searchers 
 after the occult sense of the plainest book in Creation. 
 Perhaps the Oracle will give forth a more certain sound, 
 when uttered in something like the original "docked 
 lines : " 
 
 URGANDA THE UNKNOWN 
 
 TO THE BOOK OF DON QUIXOTE DE LA MANCHA. 
 
 I. 
 O Book, if it be thy inten 
 
 To rise and rank amongst the goo 
 
 'Twill not be said by any foo 
 Thy fingers are not tipped with sen 
 But if thou cook what is not mean 
 
 To please the taste of every boo 
 
 Thoul't find it handled by a broo 
 Of silly folk, of high preten 
 
 Who bite their na-ils, and look askan 
 
 To shew that they are dilettan 
 
 n. 
 If it be true, as saith the stan 
 
 " Who to a goodly tree repai 
 
 Will surely find a goodly sha " 
 Here in Bejar thy lucky plan 
 Presents a royal tree and gran 
 
 Whose fruit are princes of the Sta 
 
 Their chief, a Duke of noble na 
 A second, mighty Alexan 
 
 Come to its shade without a ca 
 
 For Fortune favoureth the bra 
 
 in. 
 
 Thou hast to tell the adventurous fea 
 Of that Manchegan knight and no 
 Whose wits were turned out of doo 
 C C
 
 386 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 
 
 By dint of much and idle rea 
 Arms, ladies fair, and cavalie 
 
 Inflamed his brain in such a mo 
 
 That like Orlando furio 
 Transformed into a lover swee 
 
 By strength of arm he reached the goa 
 
 Fair Dulcinea del Tobo 
 
 IV. 
 
 Engrave not thou upon thy shie 
 Devices strange and hiero 
 When picture-cards are all we ho 
 
 We brag with points that court defea 
 
 If in the preface thou be mee 
 
 Thou'lt hear exclaim no blatant foo 
 " Behold ! Don Alvaro de Lu 
 
 Or Hannibal the Carthagi 
 
 Or else King Francis, he in Spai 
 Is railing at his doleful fa " 
 
 v. 
 
 Since Heaven's wisdom hath refu 
 To turn thee out a Classic! 
 Like that black linguist, Juan Lati 
 
 Be chary of the Latin mu 
 
 Launch not us thy biting hu 
 Nor din us with philosophi 
 Lest one, who careth not a whi 
 
 For learned ways or literatu 
 
 Should twist his mouth, and give a shrie 
 " What mean to me your flowers of spec ' 
 
 VI. 
 
 Of others' lives make no pala 
 
 Nor peer into thy neighbour's hou 
 What comes not straight into accou 
 
 Pass by ; it is the wiser pla 
 
 For foolish words at random ca
 
 Notes and Illustrative Pieces. 387 
 
 Fall often on the jester's crow 
 So burn the lamp, and strain thy pow 
 To gain good fame throughout the la 
 For he who prints a stupid boo 
 Consigns it to eternal doo 
 
 VII. 
 
 Take warning from the ancient pro 
 
 That if thy house be made of gla 
 
 It is a most imprudent pla 
 To pelt the passers-by with sto 
 Compose such works as men of no 
 
 May pleasure find in every pa 
 
 For he who takes his pen in ha 
 And brings to light a portly vo 
 
 Mere idle damsels to amu 
 
 Writes for the silly and the stu 
 
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