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<P>A DISCOVRS OF THE PRESENT TROOBLES IN FRAVNCE, AND MISERIES OF THIS TYME, COM|PYLED BY PETER RONSARD GENTILMAN OF VANDOME, AND DEDICATED VNTO THE QVENE MOTHER, TRANSLATED IN TO ENGLISH BY THOMAS IENEY GENTILMAN.</P>
<P>PRINTED AT ANDWERPE. M.D.LXVIII.</P>
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<HEAD>A PASSION.</HEAD>
<L>VVhen grymm di&s;paire, vvithe graspe of grie&s;lye vvooes,</L>
<L>In plounged myndes, do vvorke the mu&s;es vvracke:</L>
<L>Then boylinge heades turmoyles, the hammars gooes,</L>
<L>And hevvmors dryues, as dothe the &s;ommers racke.</L>
<L>No kindlye cour&s;e, his propper plyght reteanes.</L>
<L>Sommond vvythe cayres, &s;o fayred it by me,</L>
<L>By &s;oddayne dryft, as flormes by my&s;tye raynes,</L>
<L>Do chooke th'aire, and bryghtnes of the &s;key.</L>
<L>In &s;uche a plyght, did all my &s;en&s;es &s;tand,</L>
<L>The &s;torme begann, vvithe in my re&s;tles brayne,</L>
<L>And from my eyes, the &s;treames vvere &s;treight at hand,</L>
<L>That on my cheekes, sharpe &s;hovvres dovvne did rayne.</L>
<L>Eche hevvmor did (as &s;urges &s;oyles them &s;elves,</L>
<L>On muddye shoores) vvythe rughe reflex contend.</L>
<L>Eche veyne puft vpp, as though vvith flotynge eveles:</L>
<L>Did ran&s;icke oft, vvhat vvay to vvre&s;t or vvend.</L>
<L>My bodye chylld, as all ama&s;d vvithe vvoo:</L>
<L>My trymblynge fle&s;he, hott agevves did con&s;pire:</L>
<L>My clu&s;tred lymes, on fro&s;&s;en heapes did grovve:</L>
<L>And &s;treight re&s;olud, as thoughe attacht vvithe fyer,</L>
<L>VVhere in my cor&s;e, a &s;tubburne vvarr begann.</L>
<L>My &s;obbes &s;upt vp, vvythe &s;natchyng breathe redovvnd,</L>
<L>And &s;mookye &s;ieghes from clovvdy brest forth came,</L>
<L>That e&s;t&s;ouns for&s;t, a &s;hatterynge hollovve &s;ound.</L>
<L>But vvhat it vvas, that bredd me all this caire,</L>
<L>My &s;ilence &s;hall, recorde his cureles dumpe</L>
<L>In careles mynde, that yelds not to di&s;paire:</L>
<L>Nor bragge of fickle fortunes vvorldly brunt.</L>
<L>In ma&s;e of vvo, and in this cai&s;e vvas i:</L>
<L>Tvvene hope to rie&s;e, and feare, to faid, or fall,</L>
<L>VVhen first my frend, pre&s;ented vnto me</L>
<L>This mournynge uer&s;e, of plaintfull <HI>FRAVNCE</HI> his thrall:</L>
<L>And badd me vvre&s;t, my vvearye mu&s;e to &s;ynge,</L>
<L>Of clatterynge armes, and fyerye <HI>MAVORS</HI> moude:</L>
<L>Of hatefull vvarr, en for&s;t by <HI>ENVYES</HI> &s;tynge:</L>
<L>To baythe his handes, vvithein his countree bloude.</L>
<L>Not halfe ypast, the threats of vvynter &s;add,</L>
<L>VVhen <HI>SATVRNE</HI> had, styrd vp the <HI>GAVLES</HI> to armes.</L>
<L>My mormynge mu&s;e, in &s;orrovve all ycladd,</L>
<L>Gan then to vvryet, of theis deuyded harmes.</L>
<L>My shaykynge hand, my plaintfull pen begann,</L>
<L>To vvayle the <HI>FRENCHE,</HI> and pre&s;ent &s;tayte of man.</L>
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<HEAD>TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE, MY VERIE GOOD LORD AND MAISTER SIR HENRY NORREIS KNIGHT. L. AMBASSADOVR RESIDENT IN FRAVNCE.</HEAD>
<L>The bale begonne, is when deformed warres,</L>
<L>Whith civil &s;troake, embrewes his natiue &s;woorde.</L>
<L>For were it not, that rage of rancours roote,</L>
<L>By growinge evills, had watcht &s;o blacke a tyme,</L>
<L>I weane envie, by &s;uche owtraginge &s;plene</L>
<L>Had not brought foorth, this fowle mi&s;hapen chan|ge</L>
<L>In maymed &s;tate, that RONSARD wayles in ryme,</L>
<L>And I reduce, whith not re&s;emblinge penne,</L>
<L>To Engli&s;he grace (though in vn&s;kilful ver&s;e)</L>
<L>By frendes enfor&s;t to publi&s;h now abroade:</L>
<L>Whiche I pre&s;ent (SIR) to yowr &s;hrowdinge hande,</L>
<L>No Trophee, nor ma&s;&s;e of mighty myne,</L>
<L>Nor golden &s;omme, but as &agrave; miete of fame,</L>
<L>Where power failes t'vnlade affections force.</L>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Your bounden &s;ervant THOMAS IENEY.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<HEAD>AD THOMAM IENEIVM EPIGRAMMA.</HEAD>
<L>Gallica &s;i laudem Ron&s;ardi Mu&s;a meretur,</L>
<L>Dum deflet patriis patria fata &s;onis:</L>
<L>Et tua, digna &s;uis Ieneie e&s;t laudibus, eius</L>
<L>Anglorum in numeros dum breue cogis opus:</L>
<L>Nam tibi materia e&s;t eadem, decurris eodem</L>
<L>Tramite, Pieriae doctus vterque lyrae.</L>
<L>Ille canit patriae moe&s;tus fera damna ruentis,</L>
<L>Tingit &amp; Aoniis Gallica verba fauis:</L>
<L>Tuque &s;equens vates Mu&s;ae ve&s;tigia Gallae,</L>
<L>Sollicitas doctis plectra Britanna modis.</L>
<L>Gratia qua&eacute;que illum comitatur blanda canentem,</L>
<L>Emicat, in ver&s;u nec minor illa tuo e&s;t.</L>
<L>Sic vatem vates vertens, quas ille meretur,</L>
<L>Efficis vt laudes &s;int quoque iure tuae.</L>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>D. ROGERIVS.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<HEAD>FAVVTES ESCAPED IN PRINTINGE.</HEAD>
<P>The leafe <HI>B.</HI> iij. &s;econde &s;yde, last ver&s;e for <HI>echo es</HI> reade <HI>eckoes.</HI> The leafe follovvinge, fyr&s;t &s;yde, the <HI>24.</HI> lyne, for, <HI>ou blacke Moorey,</HI> reade <HI>thou blacke Moores.</HI> At the ende in the &s;onnet, in the ende of the &s;ixt ver&s;e, for <HI>fa|me,</HI> reade, <HI>tame.</HI></P>
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<HEAD>A DISCOVRSE OF THEIS PRESENT TROBLES, AND mi&s;eries of this t&ycirc;me.</HEAD>
<L><HI>_SENCE</HI> that by diuine might of God,</L>
<L>The worlde was fir&s;t y framd,</L>
<L>Who lent vs life, as nature hight,</L>
<L>Vn&s;potted and vnsteande,</L>
<L>If then from age to age, encrea&s;e</L>
<L>Of vice, had entred in</L>
<L>To humain hartes, and rowted nowght</L>
<L>But rage of cancred &s;inne,</L>
<L>Then longe to fore, shold extreme wrath</L>
<L>Of malice and of might,</L>
<L>Surmonted al, and wee haue led</L>
<L>Our lives in &s;ineful plight:</L>
<L>But &s;ence we &s;ee, ech &s;ort of men</L>
<L>In Sondrie place and Ile,</L>
<L>Some walke as in a vertuous way,</L>
<L>And &s;ome doo live but vile,</L>
<L>We owght, and must confe&s;&s;e by force,</L>
<L>That this difformed vice,</L>
<L>Owght not to bost of victorie,</L>
<L>But as by fowle &s;urpri&s;e</L>
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<L>Pur&s;ewes that trade, that she enioyes</L>
<L>That day when man is cladd,</L>
<L>With vertues and vith vices robes</L>
<L>In habit good or bad.</L>
<L>Ne yet vertew it &s;elfe, do owght</L>
<L>Augment her glad&s;ome bandes,</L>
<L>If she had but encrea&s;t eft&s;onnes,</L>
<L>Her fame with heauid vp handes,</L>
<L>Had &s;trecht vnto the tipp of gloor,</L>
<L>And ech thinge shoold accourre,</L>
<L>By perfit meanes to golden happe,</L>
<L>Which pre&s;ent we abhorre.</L>
<L>But as it &s;emes to Royal &s;tates,</L>
<L>And to ther pompeus trayne,</L>
<L>And manners eke, throughe tract of yeares,</L>
<L>We &s;ee it thus remayne.</L>
<L>For &s;ometyme vertue beares &agrave; &s;ale,</L>
<L>And &s;ometyme vice aboundes,</L>
<L>Thone erectes hym &s;elfe, with force,</L>
<L>The other &s;inckes and drowndes:</L>
<L>Rebayted thus, recha&s;t with might,</L>
<L>The painful minde applyes,</L>
<L>Le&s;t that, with in this &s;ineful woorld,</L>
<L>Encrea&s;e of vice arri&s;e.</L>
<L>It plea&s;ed thus, the pui&s;&s;ant god,</L>
<L>To enterchaunge our might,</L>
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<L>And &s;uffer man, within the lap,</L>
<L>Of good and bad to light.</L>
<L>As dooth the painful pilot oft</L>
<L>Conduct his cra&s;ed boate,</L>
<L>In bitter &s;torme, and quiet calme,</L>
<L>Twene hap and happles loate.</L>
<L>(Thou Quene) that from thie &s;appie wittes,</L>
<L>Doth shake of ignoraunce,</L>
<L>And redes and heares attentiuely</L>
<L>Our Martial feates of Fraunce,</L>
<L>Thow knowe&s;t, and can&s;t fulwel decerne</L>
<L>Beholdinge our debate,</L>
<L>The difference of eche tyme forpast,</L>
<L>And of our pre&s;ent &s;tate.</L>
<L>To write of kinges, ther maners eke</L>
<L>In blood &s;ometyme embrewde,</L>
<L>And &s;ome vn&s;potted and vn&s;teande,</L>
<L>That lyud with fame pur&s;ewde.</L>
<L>My hande doth shake, my feble pen</L>
<L>Is not in perfit plight,</L>
<L>My Mu&s;es all do ma&s;e to &s;ee</L>
<L>The fruites of dire de&s;pite.</L>
<L>Ambition doth with thir&s;tie throate,</L>
<L>And wide deuouringe pawe,</L>
<L>Stirre vp &agrave; thow&s;and &s;trifes and moo</L>
<L>Withowt respect of lawe:</L>
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<L>Some one are lame of wit an skil,</L>
<L>And &s;ome with rea&s;on flowes,</L>
<L>And &s;ome of feble hart agayne</L>
<L>Ther nedeful cau&s;e fore&s;lowes.</L>
<L>As princes do profe&s;&s;e and are</L>
<L>So &s;ubiectes do encline,</L>
<L>For princes are a paterne pre&s;t</L>
<L>&V;nto ther peoples eyen.</L>
<L>It then behoues in tender age,</L>
<L>For to enstruct eche kinge,</L>
<L>How with advice he may conduct,</L>
<L>And gouerne euery thinge:</L>
<L>Even from his cradels fyrst he owght,</L>
<L>To haue before his eyes,</L>
<L>The feare of God, his erlie &s;courge,</L>
<L>That through mi&s;orders ri&s;e.</L>
<L>And eke he owght &s;o wel prouide,</L>
<L>And &s;o ordaine and way,</L>
<L>The trewe and perfit lawe, that none</L>
<L>Do erre or runne astraye,</L>
<L>By &s;ci&s;me or by pernicious &s;ect,</L>
<L>By fal&s;e or forgd devi&s;e,</L>
<L>That intricates nowght els but dowbtes,</L>
<L>By wicked mannes &s;urmi&s;e.</L>
<L><HI>MADAME</HI> alas I wayle to &s;ee</L>
<L>The clowdy bitter &s;torme,</L>
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<L>That threatens Fraunce, &s;uch wrackes of woos,</L>
<L>By wynters wrathe y torne.</L>
<L>The flaggy &s;nowes, the dampi&s;h&eacute; mystes,</L>
<L>The furye of the &s;kyes,</L>
<L>The bow&s;tiours windes doo woorcke the &s;eas</L>
<L>And fominge &s;urges ri&s;e.</L>
<L>And nowe the &s;tarres, the guidinge twynnes,</L>
<L>Di&s;daynes ther glad&s;ome light,</L>
<L>Stand stifflye <HI>(MADAME)</HI> to the &s;terne,</L>
<L>To guide the barcke out right.</L>
<L>In mawger of the heydeous wyndes,</L>
<L>And rough malicious &s;torme,</L>
<L>Conduct to harbor man and mate</L>
<L>In &s;hipwracke thus y torne.</L>
<L>Whole Fraunce with folded handes requires,</L>
<L>An thry&s;e requires thy meane,</L>
<L>Our &s;illye state (a pray to &s;uche</L>
<L>As &s;corne our noble reigne)</L>
<L>That thou wilt hast that happie meane,</L>
<L>That may tho&s;e evels redre&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>And by thy right and might appea&s;e,</L>
<L>Thes mi&s;cheffes more and le&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>The Royal pride of haughtie &s;eate,</L>
<L>The pompe of princely law,</L>
<L>That quiet held the mace of might,</L>
<L>And regal &s;woorde of awe,</L>
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<L>In bo&s;ome of the heauenly light,</L>
<L>What may their &s;owles now &s;ay?</L>
<L>Yea what may they that shrowded are</L>
<L>In cowche and tombe of clay?</L>
<L>VVhat may the Royal <HI>PHARAMOVND</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>CLODIVS</HI> in&s;igne?</L>
<L>What may proude <HI>CHARLES,</HI> kinge <HI>PIPIN</HI> eke,</L>
<L>And <HI>LEWIS</HI> of that tyme?</L>
<L>VVhat maye <HI>CLOWIS</HI> in Armer clad</L>
<L>And Martial <HI>MARTEL</HI> &s;ay?</L>
<L>That yer&s;t whythe prudent pollecye,</L>
<L>Did raigne and rule alwaye.</L>
<L>That whithe there valiant Armes &s;til &s;ought</L>
<L>For to inlarge oure &s;tate,</L>
<L>Ye fir&s;t found meanes by conque&s;te great,</L>
<L>To gaine this fertel &s;eate.</L>
<L>VVhere in theire &s;tateley goulden raignes</L>
<L>Of warlike Gaules we reade,</L>
<L>And howe wythe Armed men were &s;een</L>
<L>The barren feildes ouer &s;preade.</L>
<L>Not thus by Civell &s;awage warrs</L>
<L>Oure &s;tate to ouer tourn&eacute;,</L>
<L>But &s;ought by rigor of the &s;wourde,</L>
<L>Our lu&s;tye fame to fourme.</L>
<L>Imagen that you heare the skrikes,</L>
<L>That echo es to the skies</L>
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<L>And &s;o redoundes from heigh againe</L>
<L>To yearthe wythe dowleful cryes:</L>
<L>VVhat may our foremer fathers &s;aye?</L>
<L>And lu&s;tie men at armes:</L>
<L>That in thee&s;e conque&s;tes perrilous,</L>
<L>Receyvd theire mortall harmes?</L>
<L>And died: to effraunchi&s;e Fraunce,</L>
<L>VVith longe and yerke&s;ome toyles,</L>
<L>To &s;ee our &s;elfes wythe Civell &s;wourd,</L>
<L>Di&s;troye oure natiue Soyles.</L>
<L>They may repyne and yeke repent</L>
<L>Theire lothe&s;ome blouddie broiles:</L>
<L>Theire quarrels and theire conque&s;ts thus</L>
<L>Subdewed wythe warlike toylis</L>
<L>For &s;ouche a people thus di&s;troaght,</L>
<L>For &s;ouche diuided &s;trife,</L>
<L>That loo&s;ethe while they myght inioye</L>
<L>A shore of happie leife,</L>
<L>A fructeful &s;oyle a fertel lande,</L>
<L>That thou of <HI>BRVTVS</HI> &s;ource</L>
<L>VVhere fominge &s;eas on loftie &s;ides</L>
<L>Dothe beat wyth rage of force,</L>
<L>And drinckes vpon Thama&s;is &s;pringes.</L>
<L>And al&s;o ou blacke Moorey,</L>
<L>That in the we&s;terne waues do live,</L>
<L>And buylde on Libicks shores,</L>
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<L>Fearinge the flames of Pha&euml;ton</L>
<L>Declininge on thy head:</L>
<L>And thow proud Prince of poumpus traine,</L>
<L>That confines one oure &s;yde,</L>
<L>And thou prowde Goate to Armour pre&s;t</L>
<L>That prowes &s;triues to wynne,</L>
<L>VVho feeles the Northen coulde &s;ome tyme,</L>
<L>One roughe and riueled skin:</L>
<L>By Martial feates of glittering Armes</L>
<L>Ne yet by blouddye fight,</L>
<L>Could neuer daunt or tame by hand</L>
<L>The <HI>GAVLES</HI> of warlike might.</L>
<L>The Axe of hardnid &s;tele y wrought,</L>
<L>And quyck of cvt y framd</L>
<L>Makes oft the labour ea&s;ier,</L>
<L>&V;nto the woorke mans hand.</L>
<L>And warlike Fraunce, yf sharpe of witt,</L>
<L>And prudent pollecie,</L>
<L>Ought nowe to quicken wythe there force</L>
<L>The dymne&s;e of the eye:</L>
<L>And by theire labour &s;o reduce</L>
<L>Theire wealthe to glad&s;ome &s;tats</L>
<L>And to the hatchet heow we &s;ee</L>
<L>The taule&s;t okes abats.</L>
<L>VVho&s;e weale no raginge armes could daunt</L>
<L>Nor threat of forraine foo,</L>
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<L>Them &s;elfs whith bloudye <HI>CYVEL</HI> knyfe,</L>
<L>Now &s;eekes to ouerthrow.</L>
<L>So was &s;tronge <HI>AIAX</HI> brought vnto</L>
<L>His baleful blowdie end,</L>
<L>VVhil&s;t throughe his cor&s;e, his brutishe hand,</L>
<L>The &s;auage knyfe did &s;end:</L>
<L>And <HI>ROME</HI> that wondred longe eache &s;tate,</L>
<L>(A Monarke built of pryd,)</L>
<L>VVho from Appollos rvddy bed,</L>
<L>&V;nto the we&s;terne &s;ide,</L>
<L>His <HI>EMPIRE</HI> whithe his large&s;t skirtts,</L>
<L>And boundes y&s;tretched farr,</L>
<L>Reuoltinge once, by <HI>CYVEL</HI> &s;worde,</L>
<L>Decayed by countrey warr.</L>
<L>Yf theis be hateful pre&s;idents,</L>
<L>By plainteful ha&s;&s;erds thral,</L>
<L>And wee not warnd how to beware,</L>
<L>To read of others fall?</L>
<L>Ought not we to be wayle oure wronges,</L>
<L>That in a cloud of wo,</L>
<L>Oure eyes whithe blyndnes &s;o foreca&s;te,</L>
<L>VVe can di&s;cerne no fo?</L>
<L>That pre&s;ent now to plonge of wracke,</L>
<L>Dothe threaten yeke decaye,</L>
<L>And we headlonge in my&s;erye,</L>
<L>Can not e&s;chew the waye.</L>
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<L>The forraigne Prince whithe warlike &s;wourd,</L>
<L>VVho&s;e wars are plaine to vs,</L>
<L>Doo pittie oure ab&s;ourdities,</L>
<L>And &s;tate tormented thus,</L>
<L>That blount of wyt we feele not now,</L>
<L>How oure Dy&s;a&s;tre tournes,</L>
<L>And that we &s;ee, and wil not &s;ee,</L>
<L>How wayward fortune spornes.</L>
<L>Of Longe record of antique fame,</L>
<L>Manye haue here tofore,</L>
<L>By thretninge and by fearful &s;ignes,</L>
<L>Pre&s;aged le&s;&s;e and more.</L>
<L>Namelye withe in &s;oche yeares and dayes,</L>
<L>That headdy franticke <HI>GAWLES,</HI></L>
<L>Whithe <HI>CYVEL</HI> &s;hocke and natiue &s;wourd,</L>
<L>Should &s;hake bothe towne and walles:</L>
<L>And that of filthie mourders ofte,</L>
<L>Oure trowbeled estate,</L>
<L>Should render vs of al estates,</L>
<L>The most vnfortunate.</L>
<L>VVhile like to blowndred crowes in mystes,</L>
<L>VVe headlonge ronne to Armes,</L>
<L>Not knowinge how to &s;hunn or &s;hifte,</L>
<L>The &s;equel of oure harmes.</L>
<L>An to declare oure &s;elfs more wy&s;e,</L>
<L>VVe neuer gaue no tru&s;te,</L>
<PB REF="10">
<L>To trewe precepts nor ruled, oure lyues,</L>
<L>But euer to oure lu&s;t.</L>
<L>But ob&s;tinate and blynde as were</L>
<L>The <HI>HEBRVES</HI> of foretyme,</L>
<L>That tru&s;ted not the Sacred wordes,</L>
<L>Of tho&s;e whiche did deuine.</L>
<L>The godds that hauinge &s;ome re&s;pecte,</L>
<L>Vnto the stray ned &s;ort,</L>
<L>Sent in oure tyme &s;oche wonders ofte,</L>
<L>That might oure lyfes exhorte:</L>
<L>VVhithe waterie eyes for to repent,</L>
<L>And wayle our wycked &s;yn,</L>
<L>And to repaire the breache wile wee,</L>
<L>A better life be gin.</L>
<L>The Skies whithe showers did wayle oure wrake,</L>
<L>Be fore oure tourmoyles were,</L>
<L>The Commetts from the Esterne Syde,</L>
<L>VVhithe threates did foule appere,</L>
<L>And <HI>SEINE</HI> whithe ouer flowinge waves,</L>
<L>Of far vnwonted force,</L>
<L>Did denotate, and we might deme,</L>
<L>To <HI>PARIS</HI> &s;ome devor&s;e.</L>
<L>The waters in theire &s;welling wrathe,</L>
<L>As though whithe fominge fume,</L>
<L>They woulde by mightie ouerflow,</L>
<L>The &s;ynful worlde con&s;ume:</L>
<PB REF="11">
<L>That heauen and earthe did as it weare,</L>
<L>Threaten oure Royall Realme,</L>
<L>A daye of bytter &s;harpe reuenge,</L>
<L>And Ruine of the &s;ame.</L>
<L>O thou that write&s;t of warlike workes,</L>
<L>VVhithe not di&s;&s;emblinge pen,</L>
<L>Depaint at lengthe oure mon&s;trous age,</L>
<L>To feare and warne all men:</L>
<L>Recompte vnto oure tender youthe,</L>
<L>Oure fatalle my&s;erye,</L>
<L>That readinge they may yeke bewayle,</L>
<L>Oure &s;tate whithe watery eye,</L>
<L>That they may lyue and yeke beware,</L>
<L>Of theyre forefathers &s;ynn,</L>
<L>Le&s;t they by headlonge error do,</L>
<L>Right to &s;oche evels fall in.</L>
<L>VVythe what vn&s;hamefa&s;t face maye&s;t thou,</L>
<L>O &V;yle tormented lyfe,</L>
<L>Be hold the &s;torie of oure tyme,</L>
<L>In thys myshapen &s;trife:</L>
<L>In Readinge that oure Septer hathe,</L>
<L>And Kinglie famus ra&s;e,</L>
<L>From fir&s;t &s;o manye yeares to forne,</L>
<L>Indured whithe glad increa&s;e:</L>
<L>And nowe runues ra&s;hlye to rvine,</L>
<L>By rage of martiall might,</L>
<PB REF="11">
<L>Even as the &s;tronge&s;t rocke is for&s;t,</L>
<L>From heighe to low to light.</L>
<L>The &s;torie wytethe howe <HI>IOVE</HI> &s;ome tyme,</L>
<L>In rage whithe hewmaine ra&s;e,</L>
<L>That would by curious meanes invent,</L>
<L>His godhead to di&s;place:</L>
<L>And &s;oughte to know his deuine might,</L>
<L>VVhithe in his Sacred Ile,</L>
<L>VVhiche no man might to enterpri&s;e,</L>
<L>That are prophane and &V;ile,</L>
<L>One day by pricke of youthe the god,</L>
<L>From heigh &s;eate would remoue,</L>
<L>To finde owt dame Pre&s;umption,</L>
<L>To entertayne in love.</L>
<L>VVhere at the foote of heigh <HI>OLIMPE,</HI></L>
<L>Sounde &s;leepinge where &s;he laye,</L>
<L>Refte from her tender lippes a ki&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>And efte&s;ones &s;tale a waye.</L>
<L>VVhere whithe the prophaine god conceaud,</L>
<L>Souche rancour in his mynd,</L>
<L>That all his meanes was for reuenge,</L>
<L>&V;pon the heumaine kynd,</L>
<L>VVhere at the heauens was wrothe to &s;ee,</L>
<L>The vile la&s;ciuous god,</L>
<L>And &s;o agreed that he &s;houlde fele,</L>
<L>The &s;courge and &s;martinge rod,</L>
<PB REF="12">
<L>Refte than of Sacred godhead quite,</L>
<L>By &s;trange tran&s;formed meane,</L>
<L>From ryueled aged hyde became,</L>
<L>To tender &s;kyn agayne,</L>
<L>From fleetinge youthe to manlye &s;tate,</L>
<L>As he &s;tept forwardes &s;till,</L>
<L>Whythe oute re&s;traynt he wrought a meane,</L>
<L>That might &s;uccede his will,</L>
<L>What fancye framed in franticke braine,</L>
<L>What youthe vn&s;emelye ment,</L>
<L>What thinge prophane and vile might be,</L>
<L>That he not ea&s;elye hent,</L>
<L>Poufte vp whithe peacokes pride as dyd,</L>
<L>His bea&s;tlye raigne begyn,</L>
<L>So dyd his moun&s;trous &s;hape declare,</L>
<L>The forme of ouglye &s;yn,</L>
<L>From forth his fyrie eyes brou&s;t out,</L>
<L>A &s;trange deformed flame,</L>
<L>And noughte but fraud and fycle baytes,</L>
<L>Dyd harber in his braine,</L>
<L>In poy&s;oned hart was nourisht nowghtt,</L>
<L>But lothe&s;ome loue deuy&s;ed,</L>
<L>Vnder his habit raggd and rent,</L>
<L><HI>AMBICION</HI> &s;at di&s;gui&s;ed,</L>
<L>Whithe twyned looke yet delycate,</L>
<L>As is the <HI>SERENS</HI> face,</L>
<PB REF="12">
<L>And yeke a dulced tounge enfefte,</L>
<L>Whithe prowde and paynted grace,</L>
<L>His winges were lightelye borne, his feete,</L>
<L>Weere nether fleshe nor bone,</L>
<L>A shadow but, that non may heere,</L>
<L>VVhen he was fled and gone.</L>
<L>In Sacred &s;cooles the &s;ubtell god,</L>
<L>Fonde meanes to lodge and dwell,</L>
<L>Onlye to blunt and blynd there wyttes,</L>
<L>VVhithe deuine arts that mell,</L>
<L>And to that ende to plunge in wo,</L>
<L>Theire curious wytts that &s;oughte,</L>
<L>As arrogant the heauens to clyme,</L>
<L>To knowe eyche Deuine thoughte.</L>
<L>This fowle tran&s;formed <HI>IOVE</HI> that thus,</L>
<L>Becamme prophane ad vile,</L>
<L>Hathe brought this monsterous exchaunge,</L>
<L>And vprores in this I&s;le,</L>
<L>Demaundinge now to nedie Fraunce,</L>
<L>From <HI>SAVOYE</HI> &s;ome Svpplie,</L>
<L>From <HI>SPAYNE</HI> and from eche Chri&s;tian foo,</L>
<L>That nere confyning lie,</L>
<L>And al&s;o of the man of warre,</L>
<L>That preste to &s;ound of dromme,</L>
<L>Drinckes of the flowd of <HI>DANVBY,</HI></L>
<L>VVhithe channel deepe that ronne,</L>
<PB REF="13">
<L>And of the &s;ylver &s;treames of <HI>RHEYNE,</HI></L>
<L>VVhithe lustie &s;ydes hempt in,</L>
<L>VVho dothe bestride the barbed hor&s;e,</L>
<L>His Martiall fame to wyn.</L>
<L>In this deformed change the &s;onne,</L>
<L>The fathers feare white &s;tode,</L>
<L>The brother yeke whithe &s;tayned hand,</L>
<L>Ybaiths in brothers bloud:</L>
<L>Yea Nature clene degenerates,</L>
<L>In weake and femall kynd,</L>
<L>And glowinge &s;pite by pride conceales,</L>
<L>The rancor of the mynd,</L>
<L>Extracte from how&s;e of Natiue lyne,</L>
<L>Bereaues the others life.</L>
<L>The &s;eruile man in maisters bloud,</L>
<L>VVhithe &s;troke of stayned knyfe,</L>
<L>Imbrues his hands, (O bluddie b<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1+ letters">le)</L>
<L>O Nature foule confu&s;ed:</L>
<L>The man contract in bandes we &s;ee,</L>
<L>In Nvptiall bed refu&s;ed,</L>
<L>The fruct of foes, by fraude of frendes,</L>
<L>He maye perv&s;e that lust,</L>
<L>How ferme is fraude, how fraile is faythe,</L>
<L>How tycklie now is trust,</L>
<L>How as from <HI>HYDRAIS</HI> head intrudes,</L>
<L>The plumes of pevi&s;he pride,</L>
<PB REF="13">
<L>And how whithe duble faced wronge,</L>
<L>Tymes truthe is &s;loly tried.</L>
<L>The infant from his cradel crept,</L>
<L>Deuor&s;t from parents awe,</L>
<L>Standes vp and &s;tifflye dothe di&s;pute,</L>
<L>Of right and Sacred lawe.</L>
<L>And euerie thinge do cleane declyne,</L>
<L>Whithe out re&s;traint of might,</L>
<L>Abandond are all <HI>CYVEL</HI> meanes,</L>
<L>Of polecye and right.</L>
<L>In this deformed change eche crafte,</L>
<L>By painefull handes &s;u&s;taynd,</L>
<L>VVho rept his fruct by labour &s;weet,</L>
<L>Is now no more mayntaind.</L>
<L>The herdeman dothe (di&s;mayed man,)</L>
<L>Refu&s;e his &s;imple charge,</L>
<L>The advocate hathe now no meane,</L>
<L>To wre&s;t his law at large.</L>
<L>The &s;teerman leaues his floting barke,</L>
<L>To drenche the &s;eas a lone,</L>
<L>The trafique of the &s;pendinge hand,</L>
<L>Is now reiect and gone.</L>
<L>By this mi&s;hapen Mon&s;ter eke,</L>
<L>The wi&s;e and ware deui&s;e,</L>
<L>Is by his malice cleane tran&s;formed,</L>
<L>To lewd and fylthie vyce.</L>
<PB REF="14">
<L>The tender youthe in learned &s;cooles,</L>
<L>Traind vp to expert yeares,</L>
<L>Corrups his fraile and tender age,</L>
<L>VVhithe fonde and foule de&s;iers.</L>
<L>The vile&s;t crafte do yeke tran&s;forme,</L>
<L>His pick axe and his &s;pade,</L>
<L>His pitcheforke to a pike and yeke,</L>
<L>His hatchet to a blade.</L>
<L>And wyll no more whithe togge of ploughe,</L>
<L>Teare vp the &s;latie &s;oyles,</L>
<L>But in a &s;word begert pour&s;hewes,</L>
<L>This frantycke Cyvel broyles.</L>
<L>Mute is the mouthe that would controle,</L>
<L>That Error nowe &s;ubornes,</L>
<L>There blinde and bruti&s;he appetits,</L>
<L>No Ivstice now reformes.</L>
<L>To foule and vile lycencious vice,</L>
<L>Now libertie permitts,</L>
<L>Di&s;order and deformed will,</L>
<L>In open ivdgement &s;itts.</L>
<L>Now eche man proles for pryvate gaine,</L>
<L>And gredy lust to wrenges,</L>
<L>The ma&s;sie gaines of goulden &s;ommes,</L>
<L>That &s;oche di&s;order bringes.</L>
<L>In this blacke tyme the &s;tarres do warre,</L>
<L>The heauens do frowne at this,</L>
<PB REF="14">
<L>To &s;ee this Chaos vpon earthe,</L>
<L>VVhere forme and fa&s;cion is.</L>
<L>Vpon this dolefull &s;tage &s;car&s;e did,</L>
<L>The prologue once begone,</L>
<L>Before oure woees vnladed weere,</L>
<L>By conductes of the eyen,</L>
<L>Sence that blacke tyme of lateful warres,</L>
<L>And hateful my&s;erie,</L>
<L>VVee haue not &s;vpt vp all aure &s;obbes,</L>
<L>Oure eyes be &s;carcelye drye:</L>
<L>Attacht of new vnhappie tyme,</L>
<L>From wor&s;e to wor&s;e we fall,</L>
<L>Eche re&s;teful place, Eche quiet &s;eate,</L>
<L>Of Cyttye, Towne and wall,</L>
<L>Hathe whithe foule breache of promi&s;e heighe</L>
<L>In triall of there truthe,</L>
<L>Revolted and to bluddye Armes,</L>
<L>Thee&s;e Cyvelle &s;tormes pour&s;hewethe.</L>
<L>Forfyerie Mars hathe this decreed,</L>
<L>In wrathe and raginge moode,</L>
<L>To power downe thee&s;e plages on Fraunce,</L>
<L>Be&s;taynd whithe Cyvell bludde:</L>
<L>I wrast whithe wretched cares and woes,</L>
<L>Of &s;tormye wynter threates,</L>
<L>VVee fleete in waues of warlike &s;ourge,</L>
<L>And cra&s;ed &s;ydes that beates.</L>
<PB REF="15">
<L>As dothe the barke in &s;tubberne bla&s;tes,</L>
<L>Of ma&s;t and mayne berefte,</L>
<L>Of marenner of man and mate,</L>
<L>And yeake of pylate leafte.</L>
<L>The painefull hand of &s;kilfull mate,</L>
<L>Denies to to holde the helme,</L>
<L>In goulfe of playntefull my&s;erye,</L>
<L>Oure &s;tate do ouerwhelme:</L>
<L>Decayed wytte how blunt art thou?</L>
<L>That could not &s;ee the tyme,</L>
<L>VVhen as the fatale Si&s;ters did,</L>
<L>Draw fourthe theire vitall twyne,</L>
<L>And left the &s;oche tryumphant yeares,</L>
<L>Of longe and happie age,</L>
<L>As in thy bo&s;ome neuer myght,</L>
<L>Crepe in &s;oche bea&s;tely rage,</L>
<L>Of glowinge &s;pite by cruel Armes,</L>
<L>To bathe the &s;ynful handes,</L>
<L>In bowells of thye natiue &s;hore,</L>
<L>That gylteles thee whithe &s;tandes.</L>
<L>&V;nhappye <HI>GAWLES</HI> vnhappye men,</L>
<L>And thri&s;e vnhappye race,</L>
<L>That thus di&s;traught &s;ekst to di&s;troye,</L>
<L>Thy fertell natiue place.</L>
<L>Defamed &s;word of Regall awe,</L>
<L>Blu&s;he at thy feeble right,</L>
<PB REF="15">
<L>Devided thus, decayed art,</L>
<L>Of Law and publique myght.</L>
<L>&V;nhappie &s;eate vnhappye &s;tate,</L>
<L>That now vn&s;teadye &s;tandes,</L>
<L>From lofty throne in ca&s;e to fall,</L>
<L>In to Ambicions handes.</L>
<L>Looke to your proude e&s;tate you <HI>GAWLES,</HI></L>
<L>You <HI>GAWLES</HI> of ancient name,</L>
<L>That neuer &s;taynd whithe ouerthrow,</L>
<L>You might con&s;erue your fame,</L>
<L>In quiet forme, as yer&s;t to fore,</L>
<L>Youre fathers in theire tyme,</L>
<L>VVho longe mayntaynd a quyet reigne,</L>
<L>From all vn&s;hamefaa&s;t cryme:</L>
<L>From head longe broyles, from Cyvell woundes,</L>
<L>From &s;uche defamed warre,</L>
<L>That in this age (vnhappie tyme)</L>
<L>VVe &s;ee apparent are.</L>
<L>Of happie and of quiet Lyfe,</L>
<L>VVe &s;ee the gla&s;e ronne out,</L>
<L>The wrackes appeares from clowdye &s;kye,</L>
<L>Now <HI>MADAME</HI> looke a bout:</L>
<L>Make cleare a bourde, in &s;tormye &s;eas</L>
<L>The ma&s;ter &s;howes his &s;kill,</L>
<L>Reforme the&s;e franticke braines that thus,</L>
<L>Do ronne on headlonge will.</L>
<PB REF="16">
<L>Restrayne whithe &s;tedy raignes the&s;e men,</L>
<L>That whithe vnbrideled heade,</L>
<L>Ha&s;te to the &s;tage of fyerie armes,</L>
<L>Theire natiue blud to &s;heed.</L>
<L>Re&s;pect the ha&s;&s;arde of oure &s;tate,</L>
<L>Respect oure pre&s;ent Raigne,</L>
<L>Appea&s;e this quarell and debate,</L>
<L>That mangles thus our fame.</L>
<L>Redre&s;&s;e our vile di&s;membred age,</L>
<L>Of mo&s;t deformed life,</L>
<L>Seeke how to reconcyle the&s;e warres,</L>
<L>Of vile and hatefull &s;trife.</L>
<L>Seeke to avoyde thys fowle Eclips,</L>
<L>Of warr and Cyuell broyles,</L>
<L>Seeke to be nvnme the &s;ynfull handes,</L>
<L>That in the&s;e mi&s;chifs moyles.</L>
<L>Seeke howe to cleere the clowdye threats,</L>
<L>Of this deformed &s;onnes,</L>
<L>Seeke to repare this curli&s;h breatche,</L>
<L>In &s;auage harts bogon.</L>
<L>Reforme whithe heedful care oure &s;tate,</L>
<L>That thus tran&s;figured are,</L>
<L>Respecte &ocirc; <HI>QVENE</HI> this &s;equell now,</L>
<L>Of this vnwonted warre.</L>
<L>Repaire &ocirc; <HI>QVENE</HI> whith tymely care,</L>
<L>Oure wealthe now ouerthrone,</L>
<PB REF="16">
<L>Some good hand gripe the &s;table healme,</L>
<L>To &s;hipwracke as we ronne.</L>
<L>Our plaintefull &s;tate in throwes of wo,</L>
<L>In ha&s;&s;ard of decaye,</L>
<L>Calls helpe of none but thee (thou <HI>QVENE</HI>)</L>
<L>That bearethe now the &s;waye.</L>
<L>The tender yeares of pompous kinge,</L>
<L>And proude vn&s;tayned &s;eate,</L>
<L>That neuer yelded to no calme,</L>
<L>Nor pu&s;&s;he of cour&s;ed fate,</L>
<L>A&s;si&s;te nowe whith thy &s;age advice,</L>
<L>A&s;si&s;t whithe pollecye,</L>
<L>A&s;sist oure Realme le&s;t worne to wracke,</L>
<L>VVhithe wringed handes we crye,</L>
<L>&V;nhappy raigne vnhappie life,</L>
<L>Vnhappie eke the wyght,</L>
<L>&V;nhappie eke a thou&s;and tymes,</L>
<L>The rvle of female might.</L>
<L>Let not the earthe be &s;taynd whith blud,</L>
<L>In plonge of hatefull harmes,</L>
<L>Exclayme and whithe outraging &s;krikes,</L>
<L>Complame of Cyvell armes.</L>
<L>VVho&s;e hateful and di&s;ple&s;ant yoke,</L>
<L>Of pre&s;ant plage we feele,</L>
<L>Di&s;arminge vs vnhappie <HI>GAWLES,</HI></L>
<L>Of all oure wonted weele.</L>
<PB REF="17">
<L>Of all oure proud and pompous pray&s;e,</L>
<L>Of all oure antique fame,</L>
<L>Our honor flets, the glorie ebbes,</L>
<L>Of our Tryumphant name:</L>
<L>VVhat longe tofore in foremer age,</L>
<L>Our fathers fame hathe won,</L>
<L>Vnhappie we vnhappie <HI>GAWLES,</HI></L>
<L>Vnhappie haue vndon.</L>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="to the translator">
<HEAD>A &s;onnet to the tran&s;latour.</HEAD>
<L>As Homers &s;treaminge &s;ource, of &s;pringinge head doth flovv</L>
<L>In Greki&s;he clou&s;tred camps, by Troians reard to fame:</L>
<L>As Virgils matchinge stile, doth vveaue in &s;mothed frame,</L>
<L>The pea&s;ed pliant vvoordes, of vvightes that lye ful lovv:</L>
<L>So <HI>RONSARDS</HI> blovvminge grafte (from them as you may knovve</L>
<L>By ruthful mourners minde) doth vvoordes from parentes fame,</L>
<L>VVaylinge vvhith brokken &s;eighes the fyerie kinghtes of name,</L>
<L>That braue vvhith glitternige &s;vvord in fielde to &s;myte the blovv</L>
<L>Of dedlye ma&s;sie fiste, (most deu to vvaylful Fraunce)</L>
<L>Sent from myld God, that doth vvhich &s;played armes inhaunce,</L>
<L>The la&s;tinge painful &s;courge, to vvhippe the thanckles flockee.</L>
<L>If creed may credit geue, to dy&s;malles iudgmentes day,</L>
<L>I thincke the &s;ame hath taught, <HI>IENEY</HI> to outforth bray,</L>
<L>An Engli&s;he plea&s;ant phra&s;e, not far from <HI>RONSARDS</HI> &s;tocke.</L>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Ferd: Fyldinge.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<DIV1 LANG="lat" TYPE="half title">
<PB REF="17">
<P>ELEGIA DANIELIS ROGERII ALBI|MONTII ANGLI, DE PERTVR|BATA CHRISTIANI ORBIS REPVBLICA, AD ILLVSTREM VIRVM, HENRICVM NOR|RICIVM, AVRATAE MILITIAE EQVI|TEM, SERENISS. ET CHRISTIANISS. PRINCIPIS, D. ELIZABETHAE, ANGLIAE, <HI>&amp;c.</HI> REGINAE, AD KAROLVM NONVM GALLIAE REGEM, ORATOREM.</P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 LANG="lat" TYPE="to Henry Norreys">
<PB REF="18">
<HEAD>AD ILLVSTREM VIRVM HEN|RICVM NORRICIVM.</HEAD>
<L>Tri&s;tia conueniunt &s;i carmina tri&s;tibus horis,</L>
<L>Tempore nec luctus, &s;i dare laeta decet:</L>
<L>Haec ea, NORRICI, quae tri&s;tia tri&s;tibus horis</L>
<L>Offero iudicio &s;cripta legenda tuo,</L>
<L>Non ingrata tibi &s;pero ventura legenti,</L>
<L>Defleo dum tri&s;ti tri&s;tia fata lyra.</L>
<L>Adde qu&ograve;d e&s;t aequum cum flenti flere pi&uacute;mque,</L>
<L>Publicus &amp; tangit pectora iuncta dolor.</L>
<L>Ip&s;a etiam in lacrumas dum lumina &s;oluimus aegras,</L>
<L>Egeritur, gemitu fit quoque cura minor.</L>
<L>Hinc tibi, credo, tui IENEI Mu&s;a probatur,</L>
<L>Qu&ograve;d queritur patria publica damna cheli.</L>
<L>Qu&ograve;d &s;i no&s;tra etiam poterunt lugubria, puris</L>
<L>Auribus, indicio &amp; complacui&s;&s;e tuo,</L>
<L>Tempora qu&agrave;m prae&s;tant genialia tri&s;tibus horis,</L>
<L>Temporibus laetis tam meliora leges.</L>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 LANG="lat" TYPE="elegy">
<PB REF="18">
<HEAD>ELEGIA, Ad illu&s;trem virum, Henricum Norricium, Au|ratae militiae Equitem, Sereni&s;s. &amp; Chri&s;tiani&s;s. Principis, D. Elizabethae, Angliae, &amp;c. Reginae, ad Karolum nonum Galliae Regem, Oratorem.</HEAD>
<L>_MI&s;&s;us es Orator Galli dum Regis ad aulam,</L>
<L><HI>NORRICI,</HI> &amp; patriae con&s;ulis v&s;que tuae,</L>
<L>Ecquid vt e&s;t omnis facies tri&s;ti&s;&s;ima mundi</L>
<L>Cernis, &amp; vt praeceps in &s;ua damna ruat?</L>
<L>Cernis, &amp; haud melius te regna ruentia qui&s;quam</L>
<L>Pro&s;picit, incertas cernis ade&s;&s;e vices.</L>
<L>Nam tibi non tant&ugrave;m clarorum &s;tripe parentum</L>
<L>Contigit, &amp; na&s;ci nobiliore domo:</L>
<L>Sed quoque prudentes tribuerunt numina &s;en&s;us,</L>
<L>Abdita queis aliis quaeque videre &s;oles.</L>
<L>Adde qu&ograve;d aerumnas prae&s;ens queis angitur orbis,</L>
<L>Ip&s;e etiam lippus, ton&s;or &amp; ip&s;e videt.</L>
<L>At tua mens cau&s;as &s;en&s;u prae&s;agit acuto,</L>
<L>Et tibi prae&s;enti<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter"> con&s;tat origo mali.</L>
<L>Scilicet orb<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter"> furens toto bacchatur Erinnys,</L>
<L>In&s;idias, belli &s;emina prima, &s;erens.</L>
<L>Nec fas, nec rata pacta &s;init, ver&uacute;mque fid&eacute;mque</L>
<L>Tollit, &amp; e&s;t horum fra&uacute;&s;que dol&uacute;&s;que loco.</L>
<L>&V;icta iacet pietas, terr&aacute;&s;que exo&s;a profanas,</L>
<L>Relligio, coelum regna priora, petit.</L>
<L>Ambiti&oacute;que leuis magnorum pectora Regum,</L>
<L>Sollicitans, odij tetra venena ciet.</L>
<PB REF="19">
<L>Hinc Bellona manus tortis armata flagellis,</L>
<L>Accen&s;is animis cogit ad arma viros.</L>
<L>Hinc pauor, hinc luctus, hinc plurima mortis imago</L>
<L>Perturbant cunctis gaudia nostra locis.</L>
<L>Ergo nec Virgo, nec iam Saturnia regna</L>
<L>Longius in terris quas colu&ecirc;re, vigent.</L>
<L>Aurea Pax ce&s;&s;it niueos lacerata lacertos,</L>
<L>Et Charites terris eripuere fugam.</L>
<L>Deliciae&abque; hominum Mu&s;ae fug&ecirc;re, nec illas</L>
<L>Qui foueat va&s;to vix viget orbe locus.</L>
<L>Ip&s;e fides fract&aacute;&s;que lyras abiecit Apollo,</L>
<L>Nec iuuat auratam nunc tenui&s;&s;e chelyn,</L>
<L>Quin pharetra promens &s;ua tela, en &s;trenuus arcum,</L>
<L>Lunat, vt hac &s;ola &s;e tueatur ope.</L>
<L>Omnis amorfugit, lacera Concordia palla,</L>
<L>AEthereos petiit venerat vnde tholos.</L>
<L>Qu&agrave;m cuperem Mauors etiam ad &s;ua regna redi&s;&s;et,</L>
<L>E&s;&s;et vt &agrave; tantis libera terra malis.</L>
<L>Ille etenim dextra lat&egrave; &s;ua fulmina vibrans,</L>
<L>Inficit humano tri&s;te cruore &s;olum.</L>
<L>Nec pudor integrit&aacute;&s;que iuuant, furor omnia mi&s;cet,</L>
<L>Martis vbique metus, mortis vbique pauor.</L>
<L>Foelices quibus ant&egrave; datum, meliora videre</L>
<L>Saecula, c&ugrave;m pietas c&uacute;mque vigeret amor:</L>
<L>C&ugrave;m Pax alma domos coleret, nec miles iniquus,</L>
<L>Turbaret patrios Marte furente deos.</L>
<L>Nunc nec grata dies, noct&iacute;&s;que ingratior vmbra e&s;t,</L>
<L>Fell&eacute;que vipereo quaelibet hora madet.</L>
<PB REF="19">
<L>Ecquis enim locus e&s;t quem non perrupit Erinnys?</L>
<L>Quem non &s;acrilegi militis arma replent?</L>
<L>Per&s;onat armorum terras fragor horridus omnes,</L>
<L>Quaeque parit tellus, &s;anguine fota putes.</L>
<L>Omnia deua&s;tat gens Mo&s;&s;yneca &s;ub arcto,</L>
<L>Ru&s;&s;ica qua gelidos Duna pererrat agros,</L>
<L>Sarmata bella fremens Henetos inuadit: &amp; Hunos</L>
<L>Innumero oppre&s;&s;os milite Turca premit.</L>
<L>Et &s;exennali mi&s;centes praelia bello,</L>
<L>Cimber in exitium triste Goth&uacute;&s;que ruunt.</L>
<L>German&iacute;&s;que habitans pa&s;&s;im di&s;cordia campis,</L>
<L>Ne&s;cio quos motus in&s;idi&aacute;&s;que timet.</L>
<L>Belga &s;ub Hi&s;panis queritur noua vincla catenis,</L>
<L>Excuter&eacute;tque iugum &s;i daret hora ducem:</L>
<L>Quin etiam Mauors di&s;cordibus implicat armis</L>
<L>Illa Calydoniae proxima regna plagae.</L>
<L>Quaeque fuit quondam rerum domina Itala tellus,</L>
<L>Qu&agrave;m variis dominis &s;eruiat illa vides.</L>
<L>At diui&s;a ruit plus quam ciuilibus armis,</L>
<L>Gallia, &amp; in proprias effera fertur opes.</L>
<L>Nec modus vllus ade&s;t, nullus pudor, omnia legum,</L>
<L>Iur&aacute;que naturae militis ira premit.</L>
<L>Ip&s;e pater bellum natis indicit, &amp; arma</L>
<L>Filius in patris colla verenda gerit.</L>
<L>Frater &amp; in fratris di&s;tringit vi&s;cera ferrum,</L>
<L>Quis memoret &s;iccis vel legat i&s;ta genis?</L>
<L>Illum Cauca&s;eis prognatum cautibus, horrens</L>
<L>Fouit inhumanae &amp; dura papilla lupae.</L>
<PB REF="20">
<L>Interea fidei &s;aeui&s;&s;imus imminet hostis,</L>
<L>Et iaculo &amp; &s;aeuus fulmine Acinacio.</L>
<L>Quis furor e&s;t, externa vocant dum bella, man&uacute;&s;que</L>
<L>Turcica Chri&s;tiadum dum &s;itit v&s;que necem,</L>
<L>In proprios &s;aeuire artus, &amp; vulnere mortem</L>
<L>Alterno, diris accelerare modis?</L>
<L>Tam &s;ubit&ograve; oblita es belli clad&iacute;&s;que prioris</L>
<L>Gallia, vt hei rur&s;us ciuica bella velis?</L>
<L>A&s;pice quas toto regno circun&s;picis arces,</L>
<L>Quod de ciuili Marte querantur, habent.</L>
<L>Non cernis viduata &s;uis tua rura colonis?</L>
<L>Oppida diuitiis &amp; spoliata &s;uis?</L>
<L>Sulphureis qua&s;&s;ata globis quae moenia quondam</L>
<L>Ho&s;tiles poterant temnere &s;alua minas?</L>
<L>Squallida praeteritos deplorant rura tumultus,</L>
<L>Et Druidum ve&s;tris o&s;&s;ibus albet ager.</L>
<L>Ah! melius purges infectos &s;anguine campos,</L>
<L>Qu&agrave;m noua fune&s;to praelia Marte noues.</L>
<L>Facta prius, nondum coijt mi&s;eranda cicatrix,</L>
<L>Quid renoues igitur vulnera clade noua?</L>
<L>Qui&s;quis es, es tanti primus qui turbinis author,</L>
<L>Te poenae vltrices fata &amp; acerba manent.</L>
<L>Tri&s;tia qui populos cogens ad bella quietos,</L>
<L>In niueae pugnas relligionis opus.</L>
<L>Non ita vis quorum verus &s;ucce&s;&s;or haberi,</L>
<L>Induerant populis arma ferenda &s;uis.</L>
<L>Alma procurantes &s;anctae &s;ed commoda Pacis,</L>
<L>Et bene commi&s;&s;as hi tuebantur oues.</L>
<PB REF="20">
<L>Iam video in&s;tantes, te &s;ic cogente, ruinas,</L>
<L>Sanguine iam video rura madere pio.</L>
<L>For&s;itan &amp; den&s;is circundata lilia &s;pinis,</L>
<L>Tempus ade&s;t perdant protenus omne decus.</L>
<L>Nam quis rebus opem <HI>(NORRICI)</HI> praebeat, orbi</L>
<L>Tam de&s;perato num quis ade&s;&s;e queat?</L>
<L>Con&s;ilijs nullus c&ugrave;m &s;it locus, irrita vatum</L>
<L>C&ugrave;m vota, vndo&s;um per mare ventus agat.</L>
<L>Quod ni&s;i certa meam fallant prae&s;agia mentem,</L>
<L>Iam ruimus &s;ubit&ograve;, tu ni&s;i <HI>CHRISTE</HI> iuues.</L>
<L>Tu ni&s;i <HI>CHRISTE</HI> iuues, no&s;trae qui cau&s;a &s;alutis,</L>
<L>His potes auxilio &s;olus ade&s;&s;e malis.</L>
<L>Ad&s;is, at oppre&s;&s;is Dux <HI>CHRISTE</HI> &s;alutifer ad&s;is,</L>
<L>Afflict&aacute;&s;que iuues maxime Pastor oues.</L>
<L>Pa&s;tor oues tueare tuas, quas perdere pa&s;tor</L>
<L>Qui ferus Au&s;onia regnat in vrbe, &s;tudet.</L>
<L>Re&s;pice nos, tut&iacute;que tuae &s;ub robore dextrae,</L>
<L>Da precor aduer&s;as vincere po&s;&s;e manus:</L>
<L>Pax redeat, no&s;tr&oacute;&s;que lares tranquilla reui&s;at,</L>
<L>Et comites, pul&s;as orbe, reducat ouans.</L>
<L>Cana fides redeat, redeant probit&aacute;&s;que pud&oacute;rque,</L>
<L>A&s;traea &amp; &s;olitis det pia iura locis.</L>
<L>At lites valeant, valeant at praelia, &s;aeui</L>
<L>Exulet immani Martis at orbe furor.</L>
<L>Quaeque tuam niuea defendit pace Sareptam,</L>
<L>Tuta &s;it auxillis <HI>ELIZABETHA</HI> tuis.</L>
<L>Audiit, &amp; coelo &s;pes in mea pectora venit,</L>
<L>Et melior &s;pero qui venit annus erit.</L>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 LANG="lat" TYPE="to William Norreys">
<PB REF="21">
<HEAD>AD GVLIELMVM NORRICIVM, Henrici Norricij fil. natu max. &s;ummae &s;pei iuuenem, Epigramma.</HEAD>
<L>Stemmate nobilium qu&ograve;d &s;is Gulielme parentum</L>
<L>Ortus, &amp; innumeros qu&ograve;d numeres atauos,</L>
<L>Clarus es, &amp; populo chari&s;&s;imus inde Britanno,</L>
<L>Nobilis &amp; titulum fulgid&aacute;que arma geris.</L>
<L>At potius purae virtutis captus amore,</L>
<L>Qu&ograve;d vitas vitij &s;emina quaeque mali,</L>
<L>Qu&ograve;d pietate refers niueo &amp; candore parentem,</L>
<L>E&s;t tibi qu&ograve;d curae cum probitate fides,</L>
<L>Nobilis &amp; ver&egrave; clarus Gulielme probaris,</L>
<L>Hinc tua nobilitas &s;u&s;picienda fuit.</L>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>D. ROGERIVS.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
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<DIV1 LANG="lat" TYPE="colophon">
<P>ANNO MDLXVIII.</P>
<P>CALEND. IANVAR.</P>
<PB REF="21" MS="y">
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