Caveat lector: these poems were proofed once by an assistant a number
of years ago.  The text used for the translations from the Aeneid is
Poems, ed. Emrys Jones (Oxford University Press, 1964); for the rest
of the poems, The Poetry of Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey, ed.  Charles
Ellison Wickert (Diss. Washington University, 1960).  The first
number refers to Wickert's edition; the second is the line number.
	G. W. Pigman III (internet: gwp@dido.caltech.edu, bitnet:
	pigman@caltech), California Institute of Technology, 16 October 1992

1:1:ffrom Tuscan cam my ladies worthi race
1:2:faire fflorence was sometime her auncient seate
1:3:the westorne Ile (whose pleasaunt shore doth face
1:4:wylde Chambares cliffes) did geve her lyvely heate
1:5:ffostred she was with mylke of Irishe brest
1:6:her Syer an erle, hir dame, of princes bloud
1:7:from tender yeres in britaine she doth rest
1:8:with a kinges child where she tastes gostly foode
1:9:honsdon did furst present her to myn eyen
1:10:bryght ys her hew and Geraldine shee hight
1:11:Hampton me tawght to wishe her furst for myne
1:12:and Wind'sor alas doth chace me from her sight
1:13:bewty of kind, her vertues from above
1:14:happy ys he, that may obtaine her love

2:1:When Windesor walles sustain'd my wearied arme
2:2:my hand, my chyn, to ease my restles hedd
2:3:each pleasant plot revested green with warm
2:4:the blossom'd bowes with lustie veare yspred
2:5:the flowred meades the weddyd bird's so late
2:6:myne eyes discouerd.  than did to mynd resort
2:7:the Ioily woes the hateles shorte debate
2:8:the rakhell life that longes to loves disporte
2:9:wherwith alas myne hevy charge of care
2:10:heapt in my brest brake forth against my will
2:11:and smoky sigh's that over cast the ayer
2:12:my vapored eyes such drery teares distill
2:13:the tender spring to quicken wher thei fall
2:14:and I half bent to throwe my downe withall

3:1:I neuer saw youe madam laye aparte
3:2:your cornet black in colde nor yet in heate
3:3:sythe first ye knew of my desire so greate
3:4:which other fances chac'd cleane from my harte
3:5:whiles to my self I did the thought reserve
3:6:that so viware did wounde my wofull brest
3:7:pytie I saw within yur hart dyd rest
3:8:but since ye knew I did youe love and serve
3:9:your golden treese was clad alway in blacke
3:10:Your smilyng lokes that hid thus euermore
3:11:all that withdrawne that I did crave so sore
3:12:so doth this cornet governe me a lacke
3:13:In someres sone in winters breath of frost
3:14:of your faire eies whereby the light is lost

4:1:Love that doth raine and liue within my thought
4:2:and buylt his seat within my captyve brest
4:3:clad in the armes wherein with me he fowght
4:4:oft in my face he doth his banner rest
4:5:but she that tawght me love and suffre paine
4:6:my doubfull hope and eke my hote desire
4:7:with shamfast clooke to shadoo and refrayne
4:8:her smyling grace convertyth streight to yre
4:9:and cowarde love then to the hart apace
4:10:taketh his flight where he doth lorke and playne
4:11:his purpose lost and dare not shew his face
4:12:for my lordes gylt thus fawtles byde I payine
4:13:yet from my Lorde shall not my foote remove
4:14:sweet is the death that taketh end by love

5:1:In Cipres springes (whereas dame venus dwelt)
5:2:a well so hote, that who so tastes the same
5:3:were he of stone as thawed yse shuld melt
5:4:and kindled fynd his brest with secret flame
5:5:whose moist poison dissolved hath my hate
5:6:this creping fier my cold lymes so oprest
5:7:that in the hart that harbred fredom late
5:8:endles dispaire long thraldom hath imprest
5:9:one eke so cold in froson snow is found
5:10:whose chilling venume of repugnant kind
5:11:the fervent heat doth quenche of cupides wound
5:12:and with the spote of change infectes the mynd
5:13:my service thus is growne into disdayne.

6:1:The greate Macedon that out of persy chased
6:2:Darius of whose huge powre all Asia range
6:3:in the riche arke yf hommers rymes he placed
6:4:who fayned gestes of heathen princes sange
6:5:what holie grave, what worthye sepulture
6:6:to wyates Psalmes should christians than purchace
6:7:where he doth painte the lively fayth and pure
6:8:the stedfast hope the sweet returne to grace
6:9:of Iust David by perfect penitence
6:10:where rulers may see in a myrrour clere
6:11:the bytter frute of false concupicence
6:12:how Iurye bowght vryas death full deere
6:13:In princes hartes godes scourge yprinted deepe
6:14:mowght them awake out of their synfull sleepe.

7:1:In the rude age when scyence was not so rife
7:2:If Iove in crete and other where they taught
7:3:Artes to reverte to profyte of our lyfe
7:4:wan after deathe to have their temples sought
7:5:If vertue yet in no vnthankfull tyme
7:6:fayled of some to blast her endles fame
7:7:a goodlie meane bothe to deter from cryme
7:8:and to her steppes our sequell to enflame
7:9:In dayes of treuthe if wyattes frendes then waile
7:10:(the onelye debte that ded of quycke may clayme)
7:11:That rare wit spent employde to our avayle
7:12:where Christe is tought deserve they monnis blame
7:13:his livelie face thy brest how did it freate?
7:14:whose Cynders yet with envye doo the eate

8:1:Thassyryans king in peas with fowle desyre
8:2:And filthye lustes that staynd his regall harte
8:3:In warr that should sett pryncelye hertes a fyre
8:4:vaynquyshd dyd yelde for want of marcyall arte
8:5:The dent of swordes from kysses semed straunge
8:6:and harder then hys ladyes syde his targe
8:7:from glotton feastes to sowldyers fare a chaunge
8:8:his helmet far aboue a garlandes charge
8:9:who scace the name of manhode dyd retayne
8:10:Drenched in slouthe and womanishe delight
8:11:ffeble of aprete vnpacyent of payne
8:12:when he hadd lost his honour and hys right
8:13:Prowde tyme of welthe, in stormes appawld with drede
8:14:murdred hym self to shew some manfull dede

9:1:Set me whereas the sonne, dothe pearche the grene
9:2:or whear his beames, may not dissolue the Ise
9:3:In temprat heat, wheare he is felt and sene
9:4:with prowde people, in presence sad and wyse
9:5:Set me in base, or yet in highe degree
9:6:in the long night, or in the shortyst day
9:7:in clere weather, or whear mysts thikest be
9:8:in lusty yowthe, or when my heares be grey
9:9:set me in earthe, in heauen or yet in hell
9:10:in hill, in dale, or in the fowming floode
9:11:Thrawle, or at large, aliue whersoo I dwell
9:12:Sike, or in healthe, in yll fame, or in good
9:13:yours will I be, and with that onely thought
9:14:comfort my self when that my hape is nowght.

10:1:Dyvers thy death doo dyverslye bemone
10:2:some that in presence of that livelye hedd
10:3:Lurked whose brestes envye with hate had sowne
10:4:yeld Cesars teres vppon Pompeius hedd
10:5:Some that watched with the murdrers knyfe
10:6:with egre thurst to drynke thy guyltles blood
10:7:whose practyse brake by happpye end of lyfe
10:8:weape envyous teares to here thy fame so good
10:9:But I that knewe what harbourd in that hedd
10:10:what vertues rare were tempred in that brest
10:11:honour the place that such a iewell bredd
10:12:and kysse the ground where as thy coorse doth rest
10:13:with vaporde eyes from whence suche streames avayle
10:14:As Pyramus did on Thisbes brest bewayle.

11:1:The soote season, that bud and blome furth bringes,
11:2:With grene hath clad the hill and eke the vale:
11:3:The nightingale with fethers new she singes:
11:4:The turtle to her make hath tolde her tale:
11:5:Somer is come, for euery spray nowe springes,
11:6:The hart hath hong his olde hed on the pale:
11:7:The buck in brake his winter cote he flinges:
11:8:The fishes flote with newe repaired scale:
11:9:The adder all her sloughe awaye she slinges:
11:10:The swift swalow pursueth the flyes smale:
11:11:The busy bee her honye now she minges:
11:12:Winter is worne that was the flowers bale:
11:13:And thus I see among these pleasant thinges
11:14:Eche care decayes, and yet my sorow springes.

12:1:Alas so all thinges nowe doe holde their peace.
12:2:Heauen and earth disturbed in nothing:
12:3:The beastes, the ayer, the birdes their song doe cease:
12:4:The nightes chare the starres aboute dothe bring:
12:5:Calme is the Sea, the vaues worke lesse and lesse:
12:6:So am not I, whom loue alas doth wring,
12:7:Bringing before my face the great encrease
12:8:Of my desires, whereat I wepe and syng,
12:9:In iooye and wo, as in a doubtfull ease.
12:10:For my swete thoughtes sometyme doe pleasure bring:
12:11:But by and by the cause of my disease
12:12:Geues me a pang, that inwardly dothe sting,
12:13:When that I thinke what griefe it is againe,
12:14:To liue and lacke the thing should ridde my paine.

13:1:The golden gift that nature did thee geue,
13:2:To fasten frendes, and fede them at by wyll,
13:3:With fourme and fauour, taught me to beleue,
13:4:How thou art made to shew her greatest skill.
13:5:Whose hidden vertues are not so vnknowen,
13:6:But liuely domes might gather at the first
13:7:Where beautye so her perfect seede hath sowen,
13:8:Of other graces folow nedes there must.
13:9:Now certesse Ladie, sins all this is true,
13:10:That from aboue thy gyftes are thus elect:
13:11:Do not deface them than with fansies newe,
13:12:Nor chaunge of mindes let not thy minde infect:
13:13:But mercy him thy frende, that doth thee serue,
13:14:Who seekes alway thine honour to preserue.

14:1:The fansy, which that I haue serued long,
14:2:That hath alway bene enmy to myne ease,
14:3:Semed of late to rue vpon my wrong,
14:4:And bad me flye the cause of my misease.
14:5:And I forthwith dyd prease out of the throng,
14:6:That thought by flight my painfull hart to please
14:7:Som other way: tyll I saw faith more strong:
14:8:And to my self I sayd: alas, those dayes
14:9:In vayn were spent, to runne the race so long.
14:10:And with that thought, I met my guyde, that playn
14:11:Out of the way wherin I wandred wrong,
14:12:Brought me amiddes the hylles, in base Bullayn:
14:13:Where I am now, as restlesse to remayn,
14:14:Against my will, full pleased with my payn.

15:1:Norfolk sprang thee, Lambeth holds thee dead,
15:2:Clere of the County of Cleremont though hight.
15:3:Within the wombe of Ormondes race thou bread
15:4:And sawest thy cosin crowned in thy sight;
15:5:Shelton for loue, Surrey for Lord thou chase,
15:6:Aye me, while life did last that league was tender:
15:7:Tracing whose steps thou sawest Kelsall blaze,
15:8:Laundersey burnt, & battered Bullen render,
15:9:At Muttrell gates hopeles of all recure,
15:10:Thine Earle halfe dead gaue in thy hand his will:
15:11:Which cause did thee this pining death procure,
15:12:Ere summers four times seven, thou couldest fulfill.
15:13:Ah, Clere, if loue had booted, care, or cost;
15:14:Heauen had not wonn, nor earth so timely lost.

16:1:Warner, the things for to attayn
16:2:   The happy life, ar these I finde,
16:3:The ritches left, not got with pain,
16:4:   The fruitfull field, the quiett minde.
16:5:The egall friends, no grudge, nor strife,
16:6:   Nor chardge of rule, or governance,
16:7:Without disease the healthful life,
16:8:   The househould of continuance.
16:9:The mean diet, no daintie fare,
16:10:   Wisdom ioynd with simplicety,
16:11:The night discharged of all care,
16:12:   Whear wyne may bear no sovraignty.
16:13:The chast plain wife without debate,
16:14:   Such sleep as may beguile the night,
16:15:Contented with thine own estate,
16:16:   Neither wish death, nor fear his might.

17:1:Yf he that erst the fourme so livelye drewe
17:2:Of venus faas tryvmpht in paynteres arte
17:3:Thy father then what glorye did ensew
17:4:By whose pencell a goddesse made thow arte
17:5:Touchid with flame, that figure made some rewe
17:6:And with her love surprysed manye a hart
17:7:There lackt yet that should cure their hoot desyer
17:8:Thow canst enflame and quenche the kyndled fyre

18:1:The stormes are past these cloudes are ouerblowne,
18:2:And humble chere great rygour hath represt:
18:3:For the defaute is set a paine foreknowne,
18:4:And pacience graft in a determed brest.
18:5:And in the hart where heapes of griefes were growne,
18:6:The swete reuenge hath planted mirth and rest,
18:7:No company so pleasant as myne owne.
18:8:Thraldom at large hath made this prison fre,
18:9:Danger well past remembred workes delight:
18:10:Of lingring doutes such hope is sprong pardie,
18:11:That nought I finde displeasaunt in my sight:
18:12:But when my glasse presented vnto me.
18:13:The curelesse wound that bledeth day and nyght,
18:14:To think (alas) such hap should graunted by
18:15:Vnto a wretch that hath no hart to fight,
18:16:To spill that blood that hath so oft bene shed,
18:17:For Britannes sake (alas) and now is ded.

19:1:My Ratclif, when thy retchlesse youth offendes:
19:2:Receue thy scourge by others chastisement.
19:3:For such callyng, when it workes none amendes:
19:4:Then plages are sent without aduertisement.
19:5:Yet Salomon sayd, the wronged shall recure:
19:6:But Wiat said true, the skarre doth aye endure.

20:1:As oft as I behold and see
20:2:the soveraigne bewtie that me boound
20:3:the ner my comfort is to me
20:4:alas the fressher is my wound
20:5:As flame dothe quenche by rage of fier
20:6:and roounyng streames consumes by raine
20:7:so doth the sight that I desire
20:8:apeace my grief and deadly payne.
20:9:Like as the flee that seethe the flame
20:10:and thinkes to plaie her in the fier
20:11:that fowned her woe and sowght her game
20:12:whose grief did growe by her desire
20:13:When first I saw theise christall streames
20:14:whose bewtie made this mortall wound
20:15:I litle thought within these beames
20:16:so sweete a venvme to have found
20:17:Wherein is hid the crewell bytt
20:18:whose sharpe repulse none can resist
20:19:and eake the spoore that strayn'th eche wytt
20:20:to roon the race against his list
20:21:But wilfull will did prick me forth
20:22:blynd cupide dyd me whipp and guyde
20:23:force made me take my grief in worthe
20:24:my fruytles hope my harme did hide
20:25:As cruell waues full oft be found
20:26:Against the rockes to rore and cry
20:27:So doth my hart full oft rebound
20:28:Against my brest full bitterly
20:29:I fall and see my none decaye
20:30:as he that beares flame in his brest
20:31:fforgetes for payne to cast awaye
20:32:the thing that breadyth his vnrest
20:33:And as the spyder drawes her lyne
20:34:with labour lost I frame my sewt
20:35:the fault is hers the losse ys myne
20:36:of yll sown seed such ys the frewte

21:1:When youthe had ledd me half the race,
21:2:That Cupides scourge did make me rune,
21:3:I loked backe to mete the place
21:4:ffrom whence my werye course begune
21:5:And then I sawe how my desyre
21:6:By ill gydying had let my waye
21:7:Whose eyes to greedye of their hire
21:8:had lost me manye a noble praye
21:9:ffor when in sightes I spent the daye,
21:10:and could not clooke my grief by game,
21:11:their boyling smoke did still bewraye
21:12:the fervent rage of hidden flame
21:13:And when salt teares did bayne my brest
21:14:where love hys pleasaunt traynes had sowne
21:15:the brewt thereof my frewt opprest,
21:16:or that the bloomes were sprunge and blowne
21:17:And where myne eyes did still pursewe
21:18:the flying chace that was their quest
21:19:their gredye lookes did oft renewe
21:20:the hydden wounde within my brest
21:21:When everye looke these cheekes might stayne
21:22:from dedlye pale to flaming redd
21:23:By owtward signes apperyd playne
21:24:the woo wherewith my hart was fedd
21:25:But all to late love learneth me
21:26:to paynt all kynd of coloures newe
21:27:to blynde their eyes that elles should see
21:28:my sparskled chekes with Cupydes hewe
21:29:And now the covert brest I clayme
21:30:that worshipps Cupyd secretlye
21:31:and nourysheth hys sacred flame
21:32:ffrom whence no blasing sparckes do flye

22:1:   O Happie dames! that maay embrace
22:2:      The frewte of your delight,
22:3:   Helpp to bewayle the wofull case,
22:4:      And eke the heavie plight
22:5:   Of me that wonted to rejoyce
22:6:   The fortune of my pleasaunt choyce:
22:7:Good Ladies helpp to fill my mourning voyce.
22:8:   In a shipp, fraught with rememberaunce
22:9:      Of wordes and pleasures past,
22:10:   He sayles that hath in governaunce
22:11:      My lyf whyle it will last:
22:12:   With sckalding sighes for lack of gaile,
22:13:   Furthering his hope, that is, his saile,
22:14:Towarde me the sweete porte of his availe.
22:15:   Alas! how oft, in dreames, I see
22:16:      Those eyes that were my foode;
22:17:   Whiche sometyme so rejoyced me,
22:18:      That yet they do me good:
22:19:   Whearwith I wake with his retourne,
22:20:   Whose absente flambe did make me bourne,
22:21:But when I fynde the lack, Lord! how I mourne.
22:22:   When other lovers in armes acrosse
22:23:      Rejoyce their chief delight,
22:24:   Drowned in teares to mourne my losse,
22:25:      I stand the bitter night
22:26:   In my windowe, wheare I may se
22:27:   Before the wyndes how the clowds flye,
22:28:Lo! what a maryner Love hath made me.
22:29:   And in green waves, when the salt floodd
22:30:      Dothe ryse by rage of wynde;
22:31:   A thousand fancyes in that moode
22:32:      Assayles my restlesse mynde.
22:33:   Now feare I drenchith my sweete foe,
22:34:   That with spoyle of my hert did goe,
22:35:And lefte me, but, alas! whye did he so?
22:36:   And when the seas wexe calme agayne
22:37:      To chace from me annoye;
22:38:   My doubtful hope doth cause me playne,
22:39:      So dread cutts of my joye.
22:40:   Thus ys my wealth myngled with woe,
22:41:   And of each thought a doubt doth groe,
22:42:Now he comes, Will he come? Alas! no, no.

23:1:Wyat resteth here, that quicke coulde neuer rest.
23:2:   Whose heuenly gyftes, encreased by dysdayne
23:3:And vertue sanke, the deper in his brest
23:4:   Suche profyte he, of enuy could optayne
23:5:A Head, where wysdom mysteries dyd frame
23:6:   Whose hammers beat styll in that lyuely brayne
23:7:As on a styth, where some worke of Fame
23:8:   Was dayly wrought, to turn to Brytayns gayne
23:9:A Vysage sterne and mylde, where both dyd groo
23:10:   Vyce to contempne, in vertues to reioyce
23:11:Amyd great stormes, whome grace assured soo
23:12:   To lyue vprighte and smyle at fortunes choyse.
23:13:A Hand that taught, what might be saide in rime
23:14:   That refte Chaucer, the glorye of his wytte
23:15:A marke, the whiche (vnperfited for tyme)
23:16:   Some may approche but neuer none shall hyt.
23:17:A Tonge, that serued in foraine realmes his king
23:18:   Whose curtoise talke, to vertu dyd enflame.
23:19:Each noble harte a worthy guyde to brynge
23:20:   Our Englysshe youth, by trauayle vnto fame.
23:21:An eye, whose iudgement, no affect coulde blind
23:22:   Frendes to allure, and foes to reconcyle
23:23:Whose pearcynge looke, dyd represent a mynde.
23:24:   with vertue fraught, reposed, voyde of gyle.
23:25:A Harte, where drede, yet neuer so imprest
23:26:   To hide the thought that might the trouth auaunce
23:27:In neyther fortune, lyfte nor so represt
23:28:   To swell in welth, nor yelde vnto mischaunce
23:29:A valiaunt Corps, where force and beautye met
23:30:   Happpy, alas, to happy but for foos.
23:31:Lyued, and ran the race that nature set
23:32:   Of manhodes shape, where she the mold did loos
23:33:But to the heauens, that symple soule is fleed.
23:34:   Which lefte with such, as couet Christe to knowe
23:35:Witnes of faith that neuer shalbe deade
23:36:   Sent for our welth, but not receiued so
23:37:Thus for our gylt, this iewell haue we lost
23:38:   The earth his bones, the heavens possesse his goost.
23:39:                          AMEN.

24:1:Of thie lyff Thomas this compas well marke
24:2:Not ay with full sayles the hyegh sees to beate
24:3:Ne be coward dreade forshonnynge stormes darke
24:4:Lest on shallowe shores the kell in perill freate
24:5:Who gladly enhalsethe the goulden meane
24:6:Voyde of dayngers advisedly hathe his home
24:7:Not with lothsome moucke as a dene vnplayne
24:8:Nor palace lyke wherat dysdayne may glome
24:9:The lustyer pyne the greatter wyndes oft reues
24:10:With violenter sweightes fall turrettes steepe
24:11:And lyghtninges assaltes hiegh mountaynes and cleves
24:12:A hoort well scholed in ouerthwartes depe
24:13:Hopes amendment in swet ferethe sower
24:14:God that sendethe withdrawethe wynter sharpe
24:15:Now yll not aye thus ons phebus to lower
24:16:Bowe vnbent shall cease and voyce frame to harpe
24:17:In streight estate appere thou hardie and stoute
24:18:And so wysly when full vnlucky wynde
24:19:All thie pufte sayles shall fyll loke well aboute
24:20:Tayke in a rief hast is wast prof dothe fynde

25:1:I that vlisses yeres have spent
25:2:to seeke Penelope
25:3:fynde well the folye I have ment
25:4:to say that was not soo
25:5:Sins Troilus cause hathe caused me
25:6:from Crised for to goo
25:7:And to repent vlisses truthe
25:8:in seas and stormie skyes
25:9:of raginge will and wanton youthe
25:10:which I have tossed sore
25:11:from Cillas seas to Caribbes clives
25:12:Vppone the drowninge shore
25:13:Wheare I sought hauen ther founde I happe
25:14:ffrom daynger vnto deathe
25:15:lyke vnto the mouse that treades the trappe
25:16:in hope to fynde her fode
25:17:and bytes the breade that stoppes his brethe
25:18:for in lyke case I stode
25:19:Tyll now repentance hastethe hym
25:20:to further me so fast
25:21:That wheare I sanke now ther I swyme
25:22:and have both streame and wynde
25:23:and lucke as good yf yt may last
25:24:that any mane may fynde
25:25:That where I perished, safe I passe,
25:26:And finde no perill there:
25:27:But stedy stone, no ground of glasse,
25:28:Now am I sure to saue,
25:29:And not to flete from feare to feare,
25:30:Such anker hold I haue.

26:1:  When ragyng loue with extreme payne
26:2:Most cruelly distrains my hart:
26:3:When that my teares, as floudes of rayne,
26:4:Beare witnes of my wofull smart:
26:5:When sighes haue wasted so my breath,
26:6:That I lye at the poynte of death:
26:7:  I call to minde the nauye greate,
26:8:That the Grekes brought to Troye towne:
26:9:And how the boysteous windes did beate
26:10:Their shyps, and rente their sayles adowne,
26:11:Till Agamemnons daughters bloode
26:12:Appeasde the goddes, that them withstode.
26:13:  And how that in those ten yeres warre,
26:14:Full many a bloudye dede was done,
26:15:And many a lord, that came full farre,
26:16:There caught his bane (alas) to sone:
26:17:And many a good knight ouerronne,
26:18:Before the Grekes had Helene wonne.
26:19:  Then thinke I thus: sithe suche repayre,
26:20:So longe time warre of valiant men,
26:21:Was all to winne a ladye fayre:
26:22:Shall I not learne to suffer then,
26:23:And thinke my life well spent to be,
26:24:Seruyng a worthier wight than she?
26:25:  Therefore I neuer will repent,
26:26:But paynes contented stil endure.
26:27:For like as when, rough winter spent,
26:28:The pleasant spring straight draweth in vre:
26:29:So after ragyng stormes of care
26:30:Ioyful at length may be my fare.

27:1:  Geue place ye louers, here before
27:2:That spent your bostes and bragges in vaine:
27:3:My Ladies beawtie passeth more
27:4:The best of yours, I dare well sayen,
27:5:Than doth the sonne, the candle light:
27:6:Or brightest day, the darkest night.
27:7:  And thereto hath a trothe as iust,
27:8:As had Penelope the fayre.
27:9:For what she saith, ye may it trust,
27:10:As it by writing sealed were.
27:11:And vertues hath she many moe,
27:12:Than I with pen haue skill to showe.
27:13:  I coulde rehearse, if that I wolde,
27:14:The whole effect of natures plaint,
27:15:When she had lost the perfit mold,
27:16:The like to whom she could not paint:
27:17:With wringyng handes howe she dyd cry,
27:18:And what she said, I know it, I.
27:19:  I knowe, she swore with ragyng mynd:
27:20:Her kingdom onely set apart,
27:21:There was no losse, by lawe of kind,
27:22:That could haue gone so nere her hart.
27:23:And this was chiefly all her payne:
27:24:She coulde not make the lyke agayne.
27:25:  Sith nature thus gaue her the prayse,
27:26:To be the chiefest worke she wrought:
27:27:In faith, me thinke, some better waies
27:28:On your behalfe might well be sought,
27:29:Then to compare (as ye haue done)
27:30:To matche the candle with the sonne.

28:1:  O lothsome place where I
28:2:Haue sene and herd my dere,
28:3:When in my hert her eye
28:4:Hath made her thought appere,
28:5:By glimsing with such grace
28:6:As fortune it ne would,
28:7:That lasten any space
28:8:Betwene vs lenger should.
28:9:  As fortune did auance,
28:10:To further my desire:
28:11:Euen so hath fortunes chance
28:12:Throwen all ammiddes the myre.
28:13:And that I haue deserued
28:14:With true and faithful hart,
28:15:Is to his handes reserued
28:16:That neuer felt the smart.
28:17:  But happy is that man,
28:18:That scaped hath the griefe
28:19:That loue well teche him can
28:20:By wanting his reliefe.
28:21:A scourge to quiet mindes
28:22:It is, who taketh hede,
28:23:A common plage that bindes,
28:24:A trauell without mede.
28:25:  This gift it hath also,
28:26:Who so enioies it most,
28:27:A thousand troubles grow
28:28:To vexe his weried ghost.
28:29:And last it may not long
28:30:The truest thing of all
28:31:And sure the greatest wrong
28:32:That is within this thrall.
28:33:  But sins thou desert place
28:34:Canst giue me no accompt
28:35:Of my desired grace
28:36:That I to haue was wont,
28:37:farewel thou hast me tought
28:38:To thinke me not the furst,
28:39:That loue hath set aloft.
28:40:And casten in the dust.

29:1:  Though I regarded not
29:2:The promise made by me,
29:3:or passed not to spot
29:4:My faith and honeste:
29:5:Yet were my fancie strange,
29:6:And wilfull will to wite,
29:7:If I sought now to change
29:8:A falkon for a kite.
29:9:  All men might well dispraise
29:10:My wit and enterprise,
29:11:If I estemed a pese
29:12:Aboue a perle in price:
29:13:Or iudged the oule in sight
29:14:The sparehauke to excell,
29:15:which flieth but in the night,
29:16:As all men know right well:
29:17:  Or if I sought to saile
29:18:Into the brittle port,
29:19:where anker hold doth faile,
29:20:To such as doe resort,
29:21:And leaue the hauen sure,
29:22:where blowes no blustring winde,
29:23:Nor fickelnesse in vre
29:24:So farforth as I finde.
29:25:  No, thinke me not so light,
29:26:Nor of so chorlish kinde,
29:27:Though it lay in my might
29:28:My bondage to vnbinde,
29:29:That I would leue the hinde
29:30:To hunt the ganders fo.
29:31:No no I haue no minde
29:32:To make exchanges so:
29:33:  Nor yet to change at all.
29:34:For think it may not be
29:35:That I should seke to fall
29:36:From my felicite,
29:37:Desyrous for to win,
29:38:And loth for to forgo,
29:39:Or new change to begin:
29:40:How may all this be so?
29:41:  The fire it can not freze:
29:42:For it is not his kinde,
29:43:Nor true loue cannot less
29:44:The constance of the minde.
29:45:Yet as sone shall the fire
29:46:want heat to blaze and burn,
29:47:As I in such desire,
29:48:Haue once a thought to turne.

30:1:  Syns fortunes wrath enuieth the welth,
30:2:Wherein I raygned by the sight:
30:3:Of that that fed mine eyes be stelth,
30:4:With sower swete, dreade, and delight.
30:5:Let not my griefe moue you to mone,
30:6:For I will wepe and wayle alone.
30:7:  Spite draue me into Borias raigne,
30:8:Where hory frostes the frutes do bite,
30:9:When hilles were spred and euery playne:
30:10:With stormy winters mantle white.
30:11:And yet my deare such was my heate,
30:12:When others frese then did I swete.
30:13:  And now though on the sunne I driue,
30:14:Whose feruent flame all thinges decaies,
30:15:His beames in brightnesse may not striue,
30:16:With light of your swete golden rayes,
30:17:Nor from my brest this heate remoue,
30:18:The frosen thoughtes grauen by loue.
30:19:  We may the waues of the salt floode,
30:20:Quenche that your beauty set on fire,
30:21:For though mine eyes forbere the fode,
30:22:That did releue the hote desire.
30:23:Such as I was such will I be,
30:24:Your owne, what would ye more of me.

31:1:The sonne hath twyse brought forthe the tender grene,
31:2:and cladd the yerthe in livelye lustynes,
31:3:ones have the wyndes the trees dispoyled clene,
31:4:and now agayne begynnes their cruelnes;
31:5:Sins I have hidd vnder my brest the harme
31:6:that never shall recover helthfulnes
31:7:the wynters hurt recovers with the warme;
31:8:the perched grene restored is with shade
31:9:what warmth alas my sarve for to disarme
31:10:the froosyn hart that my inflame hath made?
31:11:what colde agayne is hable to restore
31:12:my freshe grene yeres that wither thus and faade?
31:13:alas I see nothinge to hurt so sore
31:14:but tyme somtyme reduceth a retourne;
31:15:yet tyme my harme increseth more and more,
31:16:and semes to have my cure allwayes in skorne;
31:17:straunge kyne of death, in lief that I doo trye
31:18:at hand to melt farr of in flame to bourne
31:19:And like as time list to my cure aply,
31:20:So doth eche place my comfort cleane refuse.
31:21:eche thing alive that sees the heaven with eye
31:22:with cloke of night maye cover and excuse
31:23:him self from travaile of the dayes vnrest
31:24:save I alas against all others vse
31:25:that then sturres vpp the torment of my brest
31:26:to curse eche starr as cawser of my faat
31:27:and when the sonne hath eke the darke represt
31:28:and brought the daie it doth nothing abaat
31:29:the travaile of my endles smart and payne
31:30:ffor then as one that hath the light in haat
31:31:I wishe for night more covertlye to playne
31:32:and me withdrawe from everie haunted place
31:33:lest in my chere my chaunce should pere to playne
31:34:and with my mynd I measure paas by paas
31:35:to seke that place where I my self hadd lost
31:36:that daye that I was tangled in that laase
31:37:in seming slacke that knytteth ever most
31:38:but never yet the trayvaile of my thought
31:39:of better state could catche a cawse to bost
31:40:for yf I fynde somtyme that I have sought
31:41:those starres by whome I trusted of the port
31:42:my sayles do fall and I advaunce right nought
31:43:as anchord fast my sprites do all resort
31:44:to stand a gaas and sucke in more and more
31:45:the deadlye harme which she doth take in sport
31:46:loo yf I seke how I do fynd my sore
31:47:and yf I flye I carrey with me still
31:48:the venymd shaft which dothe his force restore
31:49:by hast of flight and I maye playne my fill
31:50:vnto my self oneles this carefull song
31:51:prynt in your hert some parcell of my will
31:52:for I alas in sylence all to long
31:53:of myne old hurt yet fele the wound but grene
31:54:rue or me lief or elles your crewell wrong
31:55:shall well appeare and by my deth be sene

32:1:So crewell prison howe could betyde alas
32:2:as prowde wyndsour, where I in lust and ioye
32:3:with a kinges soon my childishe yeres did passe
32:4:in greater feast then Priams sonnes of Troye
32:5:where eche swete place retournes a tast full sowre
32:6:the large grene courtes, where we were wont to hove
32:7:with eyes cast vpp vnto the maydens towre
32:8:and easye sighes such as folke drawe in love
32:9:the statelye sales, the Ladyes bright of hewe
32:10:the daunces short, long tales of great delight
32:11:with wordes and lookes, that Tygers should but rewe
32:12:where eche of vs did plead the others right
32:13:the palme playe where dispoyled for the game
32:14:with dased eyes oft we by gleames of love
32:15:have mist the ball and got sight of our dame
32:16:to bayte her eyes which kept the leddes above
32:17:the graveld ground with sleves tyed on the helme
32:18:on fomynge horse with swordes and frendlye hertes
32:19:with chere as thoughe the one should overwhelme
32:20:where we have fought and chased oft with dartes
32:21:with sylver dropps the meades yet spredd for rewthe
32:22:In active games of nymblenes and strengthe
32:23:where we dyd strayne, trayled by swarmes of youthe
32:24:our tender lymes that yet shott vpp in lengthe
32:25:the secret groves which oft we made resound
32:26:of pleasaunt playnt, and of our ladyes prayes
32:27:recording soft, what grace eche one had found
32:28:what hope of spede what dred of long delayes
32:29:the wyld forest, the clothed holtes with grene
32:30:with raynes avald, and swift ybrethed horse
32:31:with crye of houndes and merey blastes bitwen
32:32:where we did chace the fearfull hart a force
32:33:the voyd walles eke that harbourde vs eche night
32:34:wherewith alas revive within my brest
32:35:the swete accord such slepes as yet delight
32:36:the pleasaunt dreames the quyet bedd of rest
32:37:the secret thoughtes imparted with such trust
32:38:the wanton talke, the dyvers chaung of playe
32:39:the frendshipp sworne eche promyse kept so iust
32:40:wherwith we past the winter nightes awaye
32:41:and with this thought the blood forsakes my face
32:42:the teares berayne my chekes of dedlye hewe
32:43:the which as sone as sobbing sighes alas
32:44:vpsupped have thus I my playnt renewe
32:45:O place of blys renewer of my woos
32:46:geve me accompt wher is my noble fere
32:47:whome in thy walles thow didest eche night enclose
32:48:to other lief, but vnto me most dere
32:49:Each wall alas that dothe my sorowe rewe
32:50:retournes therto a hollowe sound of playnt
32:51:thus I alone where all my fredome grew
32:52:In pryson pyne with bondage and restraynt
32:53:and with remembraunce of the greater greif
32:54:To bannishe the lesse I fynde my chief releif

33:1:London, hast thow accused me
33:2:Of breche of lawes the roote of stryfe,
33:3:within whose brest did boyle to see
33:4:(so fervent hotte) thy dissolute lief
33:5:that even the hate of synnes that groo
33:6:within thy wicked walles so rife
33:7:ffor to breake forthe did convert soo
33:8:that terrour colde it not represse
33:9:the which by wordes syns prechers knoo
33:10:what hope is left for to redresse
33:11:by vnknowne meanes it liked me
33:12:my hydden burden to expresse
33:13:wherby yt might appere to the
33:14:that secret synn hath secret spight
33:15:ffrom Iustice rodd no fault is free
33:16:but that all such as wourkes vnright
33:17:In most quyet ar next ill rest
33:18:In secret sylence of the night
33:19:this made me with a reckles brest
33:20:to wake thy sluggardes with my bowe
33:21:A fygure of the lordes behest
33:22:whose scourge for synn the scryptures shew
33:23:that as the fearfull thonder clapp
33:24:by soddayne flame at hand we knowe
33:25:of peoble stones the sowndles rapp
33:26:the dredfuull plage might mak the see
33:27:of goddes wrath that doth the enwrapp
33:28:that pryde might know from conscyence free
33:29:how loftye workes may her defend
33:30:and envye fynd as he hath sought
33:31:how other seke hym to offend
33:32:and wrath tast of eche crewell thought
33:33:the iust shapp hyer in the end
33:34:and ydell slouthe that never wrought
33:35:to heven hys spirite lift may begyn
33:36:and gredye lucre lyve in drede
33:37:to see what haate ill gott goodes wynn
33:38:the lechers ye that lustes do feed
33:39:perceve what secrecye is in synne
33:40:and gluttons hartes for sorow blede
33:41:awaked when their faulte they fynd
33:42:In lothsome vyce eche dronken wight
33:43:to styrr to godd this was my mynd
33:44:thy wyndowes had don me no spight
33:45:but prowd people that drede no fall
33:46:clothed with falshed and vnright
33:47:bred in the closures of thy wall
33:48:but wrested to wrathe in fervent zeale
33:49:thow hast to strief my secret call
33:50:endured hartes no warning feale
33:51:oh shameles hore is dred then gon?
33:52:by suche thy foes as ment thy weale
33:53:oh membre of false Babylon
33:54:the shopp of craft. the denne of ire
33:55:thy dredfull dome drawes fast vppon
33:56:thy martyres blood by swoord and fyre
33:57:In heaven and earth for Iustice call
33:58:the lord shall here their iust desyre
33:59:the flame of wrath shall on the fall
33:60:with famyne and pest lamentablie
33:61:stricken shalbe thie lecheres all
33:62:thy prowd towers and turretes hye
33:63:enmyes to god beat stone from stone
33:64:thyne Idolles burnt that wrought iniquitie
33:65:when none thy ruyne shall bemone
33:66:but render vnto the right wise lord
33:67:that so hath iudged Babylon
33:68:Imortall praise with one accord

34:1:Suche waywarde wais hath love that moste parte in discorde
34:2:our willes do stand wherby our hartes but seldom dooth accorde
34:3:Disceyte is his delight and to begyle and mocke
34:4:The symple hertes which he doth stryke with froward dyvers stroke
34:5:he cawseth hertes to rage with golden burninge darte
34:6:and doth alaye with ledden cold agayne the tothers harte
34:7:hot gleames of burning fyre and easye sparkes of flame
34:8:in balaunce of vnegall weight he pondereth by ame
34:9:ffrom easye fourde where I might wade and passe full well
34:10:he me withdrawes and doth me drive into the darke diep well
34:11:and me withholdees where I am cald and offerd place
34:12:and wooll that still my mortall foo I do beseche of grace
34:13:he lettes me to pursue a conquest well nere woon
34:14:to follow where my paynes wer spilt or that my sute begune
34:15:lo by thes rules I know how sone a hart can turne
34:16:from warr to peace from trewce to stryf and so again returne
34:17:I knowe how to convert my will in others lust
34:18:of litle stuff vnto my self to wayve a webb of trust
34:19:and how to hide my harme with soft dissembled chere
34:20:when in my face the paynted thoughtes wolde owtwardlye appere
34:21:I knowe how that the blood for sakes the faas for dredd
34:22:and how by shame it staynes agayne the chekes with flaming redd
34:23:I knowe vnder the grene the Serpent how he lurckes
34:24:the hamer of the restles forge I know eke how yt workes
34:25:I know and can be roote the tale that I wold tell
34:26:but ofte the wordes come forth a wrye of hym that loveth well
34:27:I know in heat and cold the lover how he shakes
34:28:in singinge how he can complayne, in sleaping how he wakes
34:29:to languishe without ache sickles for to consume
34:30:a thousand thinges for to devyse resolving all in fume
34:31:and thoughe he lyke to see his ladies face full sore
34:32:suche pleasure as delightes his eye doth not his health restore
34:33:I know to seke the tracke of my desyred foo
34:34:and feare to fynd that I do seke but chefelye this I know
34:35:that lovers must transforme into the thing beloved
34:36:and live alas (who colde beleve) with spryte from lief removed
34:37:I know in hartye sighes and lawghters of the splene
34:38:at ones to chaunge my state my will and eke my colour clene
34:39:I know how to disceyve my self withouten helpp
34:40:and how the lyon chastysed is by beating of the whelpp
34:41:in standing nere my fyer I know how that I frese
34:42:ffarr of to burn, in both to wast and so my lief to lese
34:43:I know how love doth rage vppon the yeldon mynd
34:44:How small a nett may take and mashe a hart of gentle kynd
34:45:which seldome tasted swete to seasoned heaps of gall
34:46:revyved with a glyns of grace ole sorowes to let fall
34:47:the hidden traynes I know and secret snares of love
34:48:how sone a loke may prynt a thought that never will remoue
34:49:that slipper state I know those sodayne tournes from welthe
34:50:that doutfull hope that certayne woo and sure dispaire of helthe

35:1:Laid in my quyet bedd, in study as I weare
35:2:I saw within my troubled hed, a heape of thoughtes appeare
35:3:And every thought did shew, so lyvelye in myne eyes
35:4:that now I sight, and then I smylde, as cawse of thought did ryse
35:5:I saw the lytle boye, in thought how ofte that he
35:6:Did wishe of god to scape the rodd a tall yong man to be
35:7:The yong man eke that feeles, his bones with paynes opprest
35:8:How he wold be a riche olde man to lyve and lye att rest
35:9:The ryche olde man that sees his end draw on so sore
35:10:how he wolde be a boye agayne to lyve so moche the more
35:11:Wheare at full ofte I smylde to see how all theise three
35:12:Ffrom boy to man, from man to boy wold chopp and chaunge degree
35:13:And mvsinge thus I thinck the case is very straunge
35:14:that man from wealth to lyve in woe doth ever seeke to chaunge
35:15:Thus thoughtfull as I lay I saw my with'ryd skynne
35:16:how it doth shew my dynted iawes the flesshe was worne so thynne
35:17:And eke my tothelesse chapps the gates of my right way
35:18:That opes and shuttes as I do speake do thus vntoo me say
35:19:Thie whyte and horishe heares the messengers of age
35:20:That shew lyke lynes of true belief that this lif doth asswage
35:21:Bides thee lay hand and feele, them hanging on thie chyn
35:22:The whiche do wryte twoe ages past the thurd now comming in
35:23:Hang vpp therfore the bitt of thie yonge wanton tyme
35:24:And thow that theare in beaten art the happyest lif defyne
35:25:Wheare at I sight and said farewell my wonted ioye
35:26:Trusse vpp thie pack and trudge from me to every lytle boye
35:27:And tell them thus from me theire tyme most happie is
35:28:Yf to their tyme they reason had to know the truthe of this.

36:1:Eache beast can chuse his feere according to his minde
36:2:and eke to shew a frindlie cheare lyke to their beastly kynd
36:3:A lyon saw I theere as whyte as any snow
36:4:which seemyd well to leade the race his porte the same did shew
36:5:vppon this gentyll beast to gaze it lyked me
36:6:ffor still me thought it seemyd me of noble blood to be
36:7:And as he praunced before still seeking for a make
36:8:As whoe worlde say there is none heare I trow will me forsake
36:9:I might perceave a woolf as whyte as whale his bone
36:10:A fayrer beast, a fressher hew beheld I never none
36:11:Save that her lookes wear fearce and froward eke her grace
36:12:toward the whiche this gentle beast gan hym advaunce apace
36:13:And with a beck full low he bowed at her feete
36:14:in humble wyse as who wold say I am to farr vnmeete
36:15:But suche a scornfull cheere wheare with she hym rewarded
36:16:was never seene I trow the lyke to suche as well deservid
36:17:Wheare with she startt a syde well neare a foote or twayne
36:18:and vnto hym thus gan she saye with spight and great disdayne
36:19:Lyon she said yf thow had'st knowen my mynde beforne
36:20:thou hadst not spentt thie travaile thus and all thie payne forlorne
36:21:Do waye I lett the weete thow shalt not playe with me
36:22:But raunge aboute; thow maiste seeke oute some meeter feere for the
36:23:fforthwith he beatt his taile his eyes begonne to flame
36:24:I might perceave his noble hartt moche moved by the same
36:25:Yet saw I him refrayne and eke his rage asswage
36:26:and vnto her thus gan he say whan he was past his rage
36:27:Crewell you do me wronge to sett me thus so light
36:28:Without desert for my good will to shew me suche dispight
36:29:how can you thus entreat a lyon of the race
36:30:that with his pawes a crowned kinge devoured in the place
36:31:Whose nature is to prea vppon no symple foode
36:32:as longe as he may suck the flesshe and drinck of noble bloode
36:33:Yf you be faire and freshe am I not of your hew
36:34:and for my vaunte I dare well say my blood is not vntrew
36:35:ffor you your self dothe know it is not long agoe
36:36:sins that for loe one of the race did end his life in woe
36:37:In towre both strong and highe for his assured truthe
36:38:Wheare as in teares he spent his breath alas the more the ruthe
36:39:This gentle beast lykewise who nothinge could remove
36:40:But willinglye to seeke his death for losse of his true love
36:41:Other there be whose lyfe to lynger still in payne
36:42:against their will preservid is that wold have dyed right fayne
36:43:but well I may perceave that nought it movid you
36:44:my good entent my gentle hart nor yet my kynd so true
36:45:but that your will is suche to lure me to the trade
36:46:as other some full many years to trace by crafte you made
36:47:And thus beholde my kynd how that we differ farr
36:48:I seeke my foes and you your frends do threaten still with warr
36:49:I fawne wheare I am fedd you flee that seekes to you
36:50:I can devoure no yelding pray you kill wheare you subdue
36:51:My kynd is to desyre the honour of the field
36:52:And you with blood to slake your thurst of suche as to you yelde
36:53:Wherefore I wolde you wist that for your coy lookes
36:54:I am no man that will be traynd nor tanglyd bye suche hookes
36:55:and thoughe some list to bow wheare blame full well they might
36:56:and to suche beastes a currant fawne that shuld have travaile bright
36:57:I will observe the law that nature gave to me
36:58:to conqueare suche as will resist and let the rest go free
36:59:And as a ffaulcon free that soreth in the ayre
36:60:whiche never fedd on hand or lure that for no stale doth care
36:61:While that I live and breathe suche shall my custome be
36:62:in wildnesse of the woodes to seeke my prea wheare pleasith me
36:63:where many one shall rew that never made offence
36:64:thus your refuse against my powre shall bode them no defence
36:65:in the revendge wherof I vowe and sweare therto
36:66:a thowsand spoyles I shall commytt I never thought to do
36:67:and yf to light on you my happ so good shall be
36:68:I shall be glad to feede on that that wold have fed on me
36:69:and thus farewell vnkynd to whome I bent to low
36:70:I would you wist the shipp is safe that bare his saile so low
36:71:Syns that a lyons hart is for a woolfe no pray
36:72:with blooddye mowth of symple sheepe go slake your wrath I say
36:73:with more dispight and ire than I can now expresse
36:74:whiche to my payne though I refrayne the cause you may well gesse
36:75:As for becawse my self was awethour of this game
36:76:It bootes me not that by my wrath I shuld disturbb the same

37:1:Good ladies you that have your pleasure in exyle
37:2:Stepp in your foote, come take a place and mourne with me awhyle
37:3:and suche as by their lords do sett but lytle pryce
37:4:Lett them sytt still it skills them not what chaunce come on the dyce
37:5:but you whome loe hath bound by order of desyre
37:6:to love your lordes whose good desertes none other wold requyre
37:7:Come youe yet once agayne and sett your foote by myne
37:8:whose wofull plight and sorowes great no tongue may well defyne
37:9:My lord and love alas in whome consystes my wealth
37:10:hath fortune sent to passe the seas in haserd of his health
37:11:That I was wontt for to enbrace contentid myndes
37:12:ys now amydd the foming floodds at pleasure of the wyndes
37:13:Theare god hym well preserve and safelye me hym send
37:14:without whiche hope my lyf alas weare shortlye at an ende
37:15:Whose absence yet although my hope doth tell me plaine
37:16:With short returne he comes anon yet ceasith not my payne
37:17:The fearfull dreames I have oft tymes they greeve me so
37:18:that then I wake and stand in dowbt yf they be trew or no
37:19:Somtyme the roring seas me seemes they grow so hye
37:20:that my sweete lorde in dawnger greate alas doth often lye
37:21:Another tyme the same doth tell me he is come
37:22:and playing wheare I shall hym fynd with T. his lytle sonne
37:23:So forthe I goe apace to see that lyfesome sight
37:24:and with a kysse me thinckes I say now well come home my knight
37:25:Welcome my sweete alas the staye of my welfare
37:26:thye presence bringeth forthe a truce betwixt me and my care
37:27:Then lyvelye doth he looke and saluith me agayne
37:28:and saith my deare how is it now that you have all this payne
37:29:Wheare with the heavie cares that heapt are in my brest
37:30:Breakes forth and me dischardgeth cleane of all my great vnrest
37:31:butt when I me awake and fyndes it but a dreame
37:32:the angwyshe of my former woe beginneth more extreame
37:33:and me tourmentith so that vnneth may I fynde
37:34:some hydden wheare to steale the gryfe of my vnquyet mynd
37:35:Thus euerye waye you see with absence how I burne
37:36:and for my wound no cure there is but hope of some retourne
37:37:Save when I feele the sower how sweete is felt the more
37:38:it doth abate some of my paynes that I abode before
37:39:and then vnto my self I saye when that we two shall meete
37:40:But lyttle tyme shall seeme this payne that ioye shall be so sweete
37:41:Ye wyndes I you convart in chieffest of your rage
37:42:that you my lord me safelye send my sorowes to asswage
37:43:and that I may not long abyde in suche excesse
37:44:Do your good will to cure a wight that lyveth in distresse

38:1:   When sommer toke in hand the winter to assail,
38:2:With force of might, & vertue gret, his stormy blasts to quail,
38:3:   And when he clothed faire the earth about with grene,
38:4:And euery tree new garmented, that pleasure was to sene:
38:5:   Mine hart gan new reiue, and changed blood dyd stur
38:6:Me to withdraw my winter woe, that kept within the dore.
38:7:   Abrode, quod my desire: assay to set thy fote,
38:8:Where thou shalt finde the sauour swete: for sprong is euery rote.
38:9:   And to thy health, if thou were sick in any case,
38:10:Nothing more good, than in the spring the aire to fele a space.
38:11:   There shalt thou here and se all kindes of birdes ywrought,
38:12:Well tune their voice with warble smal, as nature hath them tought.
38:13:   Thus pricked me my lust the sluggish house to leaue:
38:14:And for my health I thought it best suche counsail to receaue.
38:15:   So on a morow furth, vnwist of any wight,
38:16:I went to proue how well it would my heauy burden light.
38:17:  And when I felt the aire so pleasant round about,
38:18:Lorde, to my self how glad I was that I had gotten out.
38:19:   There might I se how Ver had euery blossom hent:
38:20:And eke the new betrothed birdes ycoupled how they went.
38:21:   And in their songes me thought they thanked nature much,
38:22:That by her lycence all that yere to loue their happe was such,
38:23:   Right as they could deuise to chose them feres throughout:
38:24:With much reioysing to their Lord thus flew they all about,
38:25:   Which when I gan resolue, and in my head conceaue,
38:26:What pleasant life, what heapes of ioy these litle birdes receaue,
38:27:   And sawe in what estate I wery man was brought,
38:28:By want of that they had at will, and I reiect at nought:
38:29:   Lorde how I gan in wrath vnwisely me demeane.
38:30:I curssed loue, and him defied: I thought to turne the streame.
38:31:   But whan I well behelde he had me vnder awe,
38:32:I asked mercie for my fault, that so transgrest his law.
38:33:   Thou blinded god (quod I) forgeue me this offense,
38:34:Vnwillingly I went about to malice thy pretense.
38:35:   Wherewith he gaue a beck, and thus me thought he swore,
38:36:Thy sorow ought suffice to purge thy faulte, if it were more.
38:37:  The vertue of which sounde mine hart did so reuiue,
38:38:That I, me thought, was made as hole as any man aliue.
38:39:   But here ye may perceiue mine errour all and some,
38:40:For that I thought that so it was: yet was it still vndone:
38:41:   And all that was no more but mine empressed mynde,
38:42:That fayne woulde haue some good relefe of Cupide wel assinde.
38:43:   I turned home forthwith, and might perceiue it well,
38:44:That he agreued was right sore with me for my rebell.
38:45:   My harmes haue euer since increased more and more,
38:46:And I remaine, without his help, vndone for euer more,
38:47:   A miror let me be vnto ye louers all:
38:48:Striue not with loue: for if ye do, it will ye thus befall,

39:1:   In winters iust returne, when Boreas gan his raigne,
39:2:And euery tree vnclothed fast, as nature taught them plaine:
39:3:   In misty morning darke, as sheepe are then in holde,
39:4:I hyed me fast, it sat me on, my sheepe for to vnfolde.
39:5:   And as it is a thing, that louers haue by fittes,
39:6:Vnder a palm I heard one crye, as he had lost hys wittes.
39:7:   Whose voice did ring so shrill, in vttering of his plaint,
39:8:That I amazed was to hear, how loue could hym attaint.
39:9:   Ah wretched man (quod he) come death, and ridde thys wo:
39:10:A iust reward, a happy end, if it may chaunce thee so.
39:11:   Thy pleasures past haue wrought thy wo, without redresse.
39:12:If thou hadst neuer felt no ioy, thy smart had bene the lesse.
39:13:   And retchlesse of his life, he gan both sighe and grone,
39:14:A rufull thing me thought, it was, to hear him make such mone.
39:15:   Thou cursed pen (sayd he) wo worth the bird thee bare,
39:16:The man, the knife, and all that made thee, wo be to their share.
39:17:   Wo worth the time, and place, where I so could endite.
39:18:And wo be it yet once agayne, the pen that so can write.
39:19:   Vnhappy hand, it had ben happy time for me,
39:20:If, when to write thou learned first, vnioynted hadst thou be.
39:21:   Thus cursed he himself, and euery other wight,
39:22:Saue her alone whom loue him bound to serue both day & night.
39:23:   Which when I heard, and saw, how he himself fordid,
39:24:Against the ground with bloudy strokes, himself euen there to rid:
39:25:   Had ben my heart of flint, it must haue melted tho:
39:26:For in my life I neuer saw a man so full of wo.
39:27:   With teares, for his redresse, I rashly to him ran,
39:28:And in my armes I caught him fast, and thus I spake hym than.
39:29:   What wofull wight art thou, that in such heauy case
39:30:Tormentes thy selfe with such despite, here in this desert place?
39:31:   Wherewith, as all agast, fulfild wyth ire, and dred,
39:32:He cast on me a staring loke, with colour pale, and ded.
39:33:   Nay, what art thou (quod he) that in this heauy plight,
39:34:Doest finde me here, most wofull wretch, that life hath in despight?
39:35:   I am (quoth I) but poore, and simple in degre:
39:36:A shephardes charge I haue in hand, vnworthy though I be.
39:37:   With that he gaue a sighe, as though the skye should fall:
39:38:And lowd (alas) he shryked oft, and Shepard, gan he call,
39:39:   Come, hie the fast at ones, and print it in thy hart:
39:40:So thou shalt know, and I shall tell the, giltlesse how I smart.
39:41:   His backe against the tree, sore febled all with faint,
39:42:With weary sprite he stretcht him vp:  and thus hee told his plaint.
39:43:   Ones in my hart (quoth he) it chanced me to loue
39:44:Such one, in whom hath nature wrought, her cunning for to proue.
39:45:   And sure I can not say, burt many yeres were spent,
39:46:With such good will so recompenst, as both we were content.
39:47:   Wherto then I me bound, and she likewise also,
39:48:The sonne should runne his course awry, ere we this faith forgo.
39:49:   Who ioied then, but I? who had this worldes blisse?
39:50:Who might compare a life to mine, that neuer thought on this?
39:51:   But dwelling in thys truth, amid my greatest ioy,
39:52:Is me befallen a greater losse, than Priam had of Troy.
39:53:   She is reuersed clene: and beareth me in hand.
39:54:That my desertes haue giuen her cause to break thys faithful band.
39:55:   And for my iust excuse auaileth no defense
39:56:Now knowest thou all: I can no more, but shepard, hye the hense:
39:57:   And giue him leaue to die, that may no lenger liue:
39:58:Whose record lo I claime to haue, my death, I doe forgiue.
39:59:   And eke when I am gone, be bolde to speake it plain:
39:60:Thou hast seen dye the truest man, that euer loue did pain.
39:61:   Wherwith he turned him round, and gasping oft for breath,
39:62:Into his armes a tree he raught, and sayd, welcome my death:
39:63:  Welcome a thousand fold, now dearer vnto me,
39:64:Than should, without her loue to liue, an emperour to be.
39:65:   Thus, in this wofull state, he yelded vp the ghost:
39:66:And little knoweth his lady, what a louer she hath lost.
39:67:   Whose death when I beheld, no maruail was it, right
39:68:For pitie though my heart did blede, to see so piteous sight.
39:69:   My blood from heat to colde oft changed wonders sore:
39:70:A thousand troubles there I found I neuer knew before.
39:71:   Twene dread, and dolour so my sprites were brought in feare,
39:72:That long it was ere I could call to minde, what I did there,
39:73:   But, as eche thing hath end, so had these paynes of mine:
39:74:The furies past, and I my wits restord by length of time.
39:75:   Then, as I could deuise, to seke I thought it best,
39:76:Where I might finde some worthy place, for such a corse to rest.
39:77:   And in my mind it came: from thence not farre away,
39:78:Where Chreseids loue, king Priams sonne, ye worthy Troilus lay.
39:79:   By him I made his tomb, in token he was treew:
39:80:And, as to him belonged well, I couered it with bleew.
39:81:   Whose soule, by Angels power, departed not so sone,
39:82:But to the heauens, lo it fled, for to receiue his dome.

40:1:Although I had a check,
40:2:To geue the mate is hard.
40:3:For I haue found a neck,
40:4:To kepe my men in gard.
40:5:And you that hardy ar
40:6:To geue so great assay
40:7:Vnto a man of warre,
40:8:To driue his men away.
40:9:I rede you, take good hede,
40:10:And marke this foolish verse:
40:11:For I will so prouide,
40:12:That I will haue your ferse.
40:13:And when your ferse is had,
40:14:And all your warre is done:
40:15:Then shall your selfe be glad
40:16:To ende that you begon.
40:17:For yf by chance I winne
40:18:Your person in the feeld:
40:19:To late then come you in
40:20:Your selfe to me to yeld.
40:21:For I will vse my power,
40:22:As captain full of might,.
40:23:And such I will deuour,
40:24:As vse to shew me spight.
40:25:  And for because you gaue
40:26:Me checke in such degre,
40:27:This vantage loe I haue:
40:28:Now checke, and garde to the.
40:29:  Defend it, if thou may:
40:30:Stand stiffe, in thine estate.
40:31:For sure I will assay,
40:32:If I can giue the mate.

41:1:  To dearely had I bought my grene and youthfull yeres,
41:2:If in mine age I could not finde when craft for loue apperes.
41:3:  And seldom though I come in court among the rest:
41:4:Yet can I iudge in colours dim as depe as can the best.
41:5:  Where grefe tormentes the man that suffreth secret smart,
41:6:To breke it forth vnto som frend it easeth well the hart.
41:7:  So standes it now with me for my beloued frend.
41:8:This case is thine for whom I fele such torment of my minde.
41:9:  And for thy sake I burne so in my secret brest
41:10:That till thou know my hole disseyse my hart can haue no rest.
41:11:  I see how thine abuse hath wrested so thy wittes,
41:12:That all it yeldes to thy desire, and folowes the by fittes.
41:13:  Where thou hast loued so long with hart and all thy power.
41:14:I se thee fed with fayned wordes, thy fredom to deuour.
41:15:  I know, (though she say nay, and would it well withstand)
41:16:When in her grace thou held the most, she bare the but in hand.
41:17:  I see her pleasant chere in chiefest of thy suite:
41:18:Whan thou art gone, I se him come, that gathers vp the fruite.
41:19:  And eke in thy respect I se the base degre
41:20:Of him to whom she gaue the hart that promised was to the.
41:21:  I se (what would you more) stode neuer man so sure
41:22:On womans word, but wisedome would mistrust it to endure.

42:1:  Wrapt in my carelesse cloke, as I walke to and fro:
42:2:I se, how loue can shew, what force there reigneth in his bow
42:3:  And how he shoteth eke, a hardy hart to wound:
42:4:And where he glanceth by agayne, that litle hurt is found.
42:5:  For seldom is it sene, he woundeth hartes alike.
42:6:The tone may rage, when tothers loue is often farre to seke.
42:7:  All this I se, with more: and wonder thinketh me:
42:8:Howe he can strike this one so sore, and leaue the other fre.
42:9:  I se, that wounded wight, that suffreth all this wrong:
42:10:How he is fed with yeas, and nayes, and liueth all to long.
42:11:  In silence though I kepe such secretes to my self:
42:12:Yet do I se, how she somtime doth yeld a loke by stelth:
42:13:  As though it seemd, ywys I will not lose the so.
42:14:When in her hart so swete a thought did neuer truely go.
42:15:  Then say I thus: alas, that man is farre from blisse:
42:16:That doth receiue for his relief none other gayn, but this.
42:17:  And she, that fedes him so, I fele, and finde it plain:
42:18:Is but to glory in her power, that ouer such can reign.
42:19:  Nor are such graces spent, but when she thinkes, that he,
42:20:A weried man is fully bent such fansies to let flie:
42:21:  Then to retain him stil she wrasteth new her grace,
42:22:And smileth lo, as though she would forthwith the man embrace.
42:23:  But when the proofe is made to try such lokes withall:
42:24:He findeth then the place all voyde, and fraighted full of gall.
42:25:  Lorde what abuse is this? who can such women praise?
42:26:That for their glory do deuise to vse such crafty wayes.
42:27:  I, that among the rest do sit, and mark the row,
42:28:Fynde, that in her is greater craft, then is in twenty mo.
42:29:  Whose tender yeres, alas, with wyles so well are spedde:
42:30:What will she do, when hory heares are powdred in her hedde?

43:1:  If care do cause men cry, why do not I complaine?
43:2:If eche man do bewaile his wo, why shew I not my paine?
43:3:  Since that amongest them all I dare well say is none,
43:4:So farre from weale, so full of wo, or hath more cause to mone.
43:5:  For all thynges hauing life sometime haue quiet rest.
43:6:The bering asse, the drawing oxe, and euery other beast.
43:7:  The peasant and the post, that serue at al assayes,
43:8:The shyp boy and the galley slaue haue time to take their ease,
43:9:  Saue I alas whom care of force doth so constraine
43:10:To waile the day and wake the night continually in paine,
43:11:  From pensiuenes to plaint, from plaint to bitter teares,
43:12:From teares to painfull plaint againe: and thus my life it wears.
43:13:  No thing vnder the sunne that I can here or se,
43:14:But moueth me for to bewaile my cruell destenie.
43:15:  For wher men do reioyce since that I can not so,
43:16:I take no pleasure in that place, it doubleth but my woe.
43:17:  And when I heare the sound of song or instrument.
43:18:Me thinke eche tune there dolefull is and helpes me to lament.
43:19:  And if I se some haue their most desired sight,
43:20:Alas think I eche man hath weal saue I most wofull wight.
43:21:  Then as the striken dere withdrawes him selfe alone,
43:22:So doe I seke some secrete place where I may make my mone.
43:23:  There do my flowing eyes shew forth my melting hart,
43:24:So that the stremes of those two welles right wel declare my smart
43:25:  And in those cares so colde I force my self a heate,
43:26:As sick men in their shaking fittes procure them self to sweate,
43:27:  With thoughtes that for the time do much appease my paine.
43:28:But yet they cause a ferther fere and brede my woe agayne.
43:29:  Me thinke within my thought I se right plaine appere,
43:30:My hartes delight my sorowes leche mine earthly goddesse here.
43:31:  With euery sondry grace that I haue sene her haue,
43:32:Thus I within my wofull brest her picture paint and graue.
43:33:  And in my thought I roll her bewties to and fro,
43:34:Her laughing chere her louely looke my hart that perced so.
43:35:  Her strangenes when I sued her seruant for to be,
43:36:And what she sayd and how she smiled when that she pitied me.
43:37:  Then comes a sodaine feare that riueth all my rest
43:38:Lest absence cause forgetfulnes to sink within her brest.
43:39:  For when I thinke how far this earth doth vs deuide.
43:40:Alas me semes loue throwes me downe I fele how that I slide.
43:41:  But then I thinke againe why should I thus mistrust,
43:42:So swete a wight so sad and wise that is so true and iust.
43:43:  For loth she was to loue, and wauering is she not.
43:44:The farther of the more desirde thus louers tie their knot.
43:45:  So in dispaire and hope plonged am I both vp an doune,
43:46:As is the ship with wind and waue when Neptune lit to froune.
43:47:  But as the watry showers doe lay the raging winde,
43:48:So doth good hope clene put away dispayre out of my minde.
43:49:  And biddes me for to serue and suffer pacientlie,
43:50:For what wot I the after weale that fortune willes to me.
43:51:  For those that care do knowe and tasted haue of trouble,
43:52:When passed is their woful paine eche ioy shall seme them double.
43:53:  And bitter sendes she now to make me tast the better,
43:54:The plesent swete when that it comes to make it seme the sweter.
43:55:  And so determine I to serue vntill my brethe.
43:56:Ye rather dye a thousand times then once to false my feithe.
43:57:  And if my feble corps through weight of wofull smart.
43:58:Do fayle or faint my will it is that still she kepe my hart.
43:59:  And when thys carcas here to earth shalbe refarde,
43:60:I do bequeth my weried ghost to serue her afterwarde.

44:1:This name o Lord how greate is fownd before our sight
44:2:yt fills the earth and spreades the ayre the great workes of thie might
44:3:ffor even vnto thie powre the heavens hav geven a place
44:4:and closyd it above their heades a mightie lardge compace
44:5:thye prayse what Clowde can hyde but it will sheene agayne
44:6:synce yonge and tender sucking babes have powre to shew it playne
44:7:whiche in dispight of those that wold thie glorie hyde
44:8:hast put into suche Infantes mowthes for to confound their pryde
44:9:wherefore I shall beholde thy fygur'de heaven so hye
44:10:whiche shewes suche printes of dyvers formes within the Clowdye skye
44:11:as hills and shapes of men eke beastes of sondrie kynde
44:12:monstrous to our outward sight and fancyes of our mynde
44:13:and eke the wanishe moone whiche sheenes by night also
44:14:and eache one of the wandring sterres whiche after her doth goe
44:15:and how to kepe their Cource and whiche are those that stands
44:16:because they be thie wond'rous workes and labours of thie hands
44:17:but yet among all theise I aske what thing is man
44:18:whose tourne to serve in his poore needs this worke thow first began
44:19:or whate is Adames sonne that beares his fathers marke
44:20:for whose delyte and comfort eke thow hast wrought all this warke
44:21:I see thow mynd'st hym moche that doste rewarde him so
44:22:beinge but earth to rule the earth wheare on hym self doth go
44:23:ffrom Aungells Substaunce eke thow mad'ste hym differ small
44:24:save one dothe chaunge his lif awhyle the other not at all
44:25:the Sonne and Moone also thow mad'ste to geve hym light
44:26:and eache one of the wandring sterrs to twynckle sparkles bright
44:27:the ayre to geve hym breathe the water for his health
44:28:the earth to bring forth grayne and frute for to encreace his wealth
44:29:and many mettalls to for pleasure of the eye
44:30:whiche in the hollow sowndyd grownd in previe vaynes do lye
44:31:the sheepe to geve his wooll to wrapp his boddie in
44:32:and for suche other needefull thinges the Oxe to spare his skynne
44:33:the Horsse even at his will to beare hym to and fro
44:34:and as hym list eache other beast to serve his turne also
44:35:the fysshes of the Sea lykewyse to feede him ofte
44:36:and eke the birdes whose ffeathers serve to make his sydes lye softe
44:37:on whose head thow hast sett a Crowne of glorye to
44:38:to whome also thow did'st appoint that honour shuld be do
44:39:and thus thow mad'ste hym lord of all this worke of thyne
44:40:of man that goes of beast that creapes whose lookes doth downe declyne
44:41:of ffyshe that swymme below of ffowles that flyes on hye
44:42:of Sea that fyndes the ayre his rayne and of the land so drye
44:43:and vnderneath his feete thow hast sett all this same
44:44:to make hym know and playne confesse that marveilous is thie name
44:45:and lord whiche art our lord how merveilouse is it fownd
44:46:the heavens doth shew the earth doth tell and eke the world so rownd
44:47:glorie therefore be geven to thee first whiche are three
44:48:and yet but one almightie god in substaunce and degree
44:49:as first it was when thow the darcke confused heape
44:50:clottid in one did'st part in fowre whiche Elementes wee cleape
44:51:and as the same is now even heare within our tyme
44:52:and ever shall heare after be when we be filth and slyme.

45:1:Giue eare to my suit lord fromward hide not thy face
45:2:beholde herking in grief lamenting how I praye
45:3:my fooes they bray so lowde and eke threpe on so fast
45:4:buckeled to do me scathe so is their malice bent
45:5:care perceth my entrayles and traueyleth my spryte
45:6:the greslye feare of death enuyroneth my brest
45:7:a tremblynge cold of dred clene ouerwhelmeth my hert
45:8:O thinke I hadd I wings like to the symple doue
45:9:this peryll might I flye and seke some place of rest
45:10:in wylder woods where I might dwell farr from these cares
45:11:what speedy way of wing my playnts shold thei lay on
45:12:to skape the stormye blast that threatned is to me
45:13:rayne those vnbrydled tungs breake that coniured league
45:14:for I decyphred haue amydd our towne the stryfe
45:15:gyle and wrong kept the walles they ward both day and night
45:16:and whiles myscheif with care doth kepe the market stede
45:17:whilst wickidnes with craft in heaps swarme through the strete
45:18:then my declared foo wrought me all this reproche
45:19:by harme so loked for yet wayeth halfe the lesse
45:20:for though myne enemyes happ had byn not to preuaile
45:21:I cold not haue hidd my face from unenym of his eye
45:22:It was a frendly foo by shadow of good will
45:23:myne old fere and dere frende my guyde that trapped me
45:24:where I was wont to fetche the cure of all my care
45:25:and in his bosome hyde my secreat zeale to god
45:26:such soden surprys quicke may them hell deuoure
45:27:whilst I inuoke the lord whose power shall me defend
45:28:my prayer shall not cease from that the sonne disscends
45:29:till he his haulture wynn and hyde them in the see
45:30:with words of hott effect that moueth from hert contryte
45:31:such humble sute o lord doth perce thy pacyent eare
45:32:it was the lord that brake the bloody compackts of those
45:33:that preloked on with yre to slaughter me and myne
45:34:the euerlasting god whose kingdom hath no end
45:35:whome by no tale to dred he cold divert from synne
45:36:the conscyence vnquyet he stryks with heuy hand
45:37:and proues their force in fayth whom he sware to defend
45:38:butter fales not so soft as doth hys pacyence longs
45:39:and ouer passeth fine oyle running not halfe so smothe
45:40:but when his suffraunce fynds that brydled wrath prouoks
45:41:he thretneth wrath he whets more sharppe then any toole can fyle
45:42:friowr whose harme and tounge presents the wicked sort
45:43:of those false wolves with cooles which doo their ravin hyde
45:44:that sweare to me by heauen the fotestole of the lord
45:45:who though force had hurt my fame they did not touch my lyfe
45:46:such patching care I lothe as feeds the welth with lyes
45:47:but in the thother psalme of David fynd I ease
45:48:Iacta curam tuam super dominum et ipse te'enutriet

46:1:The soudden stormes that heaue me to and froo
46:2:had welneare perced faith my guyding saile
46:3:for I that on the noble voyage goo
46:4:to succhor treuthe and falshed to assaile
46:5:constrayned am to beare my sayles ful loo
46:6:and neuer could attayne some pleasaunt gaile
46:7:for vnto such the prosperous winds doo bloo
46:8:as ronne from porte to porte to seke availe
46:9:this bred dispayre whereof such doubts did groo
46:10:that I gan faint and all my courage faile
46:11:but now by blage myne error well I see
46:12:such goodlye light King David giueth me

47:1:Thoughe lorde to Israell thy graces plentuous be
47:2:I meane to such with pure intent as fixe their trust in the
47:3:yet whiles the faith did faynt that shold haue ben my guyde
47:4:lyke them that walk in slipper pathes my feet began to slyde
47:5:whiles I did grudge at those that glorey in ther golde
47:6:whose lothsom pryde reioyseth welth in quiet as they wolde
47:7:to se by course of yeres what nature doth appere
47:8:the pallayces of princely fourme succede from heire to heire
47:9:from all such trauailes free as longe to Adams sede
47:10:neither withdrawne from wicked works by daunger nor by dread
47:11:whereof their skornfull pryde and gloried with their eyes
47:12:as garments clothe the naked man thus ar they clad in vyce
47:13:thus as they wishe succeds the mischief that they meane
47:14:whose glutten cheks slouth feads so fatt as scant their eyes be sene
47:15:vnto whose crewell power most men for dred ar fayne
47:16:to bend and bow with loftye looks whiles they vawnt in their rayne
47:17:and in their bloody hands whose creweltye that frame
47:18:the wailfull works that skourge the poore without regard of blame
47:19:to tempt the living god they thinke it no offence
47:20:and perce the symple with their tungs that can make no defence
47:21:suche proofes bifore the iust to cawse the harts to wauer
47:22:be sett lyke cupps myngled with gall of bitter tast and sauer
47:23:then saye thy foes in skorne that tast no other foode
47:24:but sucke the fleshe of thy elect and bath them in their bloode
47:25:shold we belleue the lorde doth know and suffer this
47:26:ffoled be he with fables vayne that so abused is
47:27:in terror of the iust thus raignes iniquitie
47:28:armed with power laden with gold and dred for crueltye
47:29:then vayne the warr might seme that I by faythe mayntayne
47:30:against the fleshe whose false affects my pure hert wold distayne
47:31:for I am scourged still that no offence have doon
47:32:by wrathes children and from my byrth my chastesing begoon
47:33:when I beheld their pryde and slacknes of thy hand
47:34:I gan bewaile the wofull state wherin thy chosen stand
47:35:and as I sought wherof thy sufferaunce lord shold groo
47:36:I found no witt cold perce so farr thy hollye domes to knoo
47:37:and that no mysteryes nor dought could be distrust
47:38:till I com to the holly place the mansion of the iust
47:39:where I shall se what end thy iustice shall prepare
47:40:for such as buyld on worldly welth and dye ther colours faire
47:41:Oh how their ground is false and all their buylding vayne
47:42:and they shall fall their power shall faile that did their pryde mayntayne
47:43:as charged harts with care that dreme some pleasaunt tourne
47:44:after their slepe fynd their abuse and to their plaint retourne
47:45:so shall their glorye faade thy sword of vengeaunce shall
47:46:vnto their dronken eyes in blood disclose their errours all
47:47:and when their golden fleshe is from their backe yshorne
47:48:the spotts that vnder neth wer hidd thy chosen shepe shall skorne
47:49:and till that happye daye my hert shall swell in care
47:50:my eyes yeld teares my yeres consume betwene hope and dispaynre
47:51:loo how my sprits ar dull and all thy iudgments darke
47:52:no mortall hedd may skale so highe but sunder at thy warke
47:53:alas how oft my foes haue framed my decaye
47:54:but when I stode in drede to drenche thy hands still did me stay
47:55:and in eache voyage that I toke to conquer synne
47:56:thow wert my guyd and gaue me grace to comfort me therin
47:57:and when my withered skyn vnto my bones did cleue
47:58:and fleshe did wast thy grace did then my simple sprits releue
47:59:in other succour then oh lord why should I trust
47:60:but onely thyn whom I haue found in thy behight so iust
47:61:and suche for drede or gayne as shall thy name refuse
47:62:shall perishe with their golden godds that did their harts seduce
47:63:where I that in thy worde haue set my trust and ioye
47:64:the highe reward that longs therto shall quietlye enioye
47:65:and my vnworthye lypps inspired with thy grace
47:66:shall thus forespeke thy secret words in sight of Adams race

48:0:[Proem]
48:1:When recheles youthe in a vnquiet brest
48:2:set on by wrath revenge and crueltye
48:3:after long warr pacyens had apprest
48:4:and iustice wrought by pryncelye equitie
48:5:my deny then myne errour depe imprest
48:6:began to worke dispaire of libertye
48:7:had not David the perfyt warriour tought
48:8:that of my fault thus pardon shold be sought

49:0:[Psalm 88]
49:1:  Oh lorde vppon whose will dependeth my welfare
49:2:to call vppon thy hollye name syns daye nor night I spare
49:3:  graunt that the iust request of this repentaunt mynd
49:4:so perce thyne eares that in thy sight som fauour it may fynd
49:5:  my sowle is fraughted full with greif of follies past
49:6:my restles bodye doth consume and death approcheth fast
49:7:lyke them whose fatall threde thy hand hath cut in twayne
49:8:of whome ther is no further brewte which in their graues remayne
49:9:  oh lorde thow hast cast me hedling to please my fooe
49:10:into a pitt all botomeles whear as I playne my wooe
49:11:  the burden of thy wrath it doth me sore oppresse
49:12:and sundrye stormes thow hast me sent of terrour and distresse
49:13:  the faithfull frends ar fled and bannyshed from my sight
49:14:and such as I haue held full dere haue sett my frendship light
49:15:  my duraunce doth perswade of fredom such dispaire
49:16:that by the teares that bayne my brest myne eye sight doth appaire
49:17:  yet did I neuer cease thyne ayde for to desyre
49:18:with humble hart and stretched hands for to appease thy yre
49:19:  wherfore dost thow forbeare in the defence of thyne
49:20:to shewe such tokens of thy power in sight of Adams lyne
49:21:  wherby eche feble hart with fayth might so be fedd
49:22:that in the mouthe of thy elect thy mercyes might be spredd
49:23:  the fleshe that fedeth wromes can not thy loue declare
49:24:nor suche sett forth thy faith as dwell in the land of dispaire
49:25:  in blind endured herts light of thy lively name
49:26:can not appeare as can not iudge the brightnes of the same
49:27:  nor blasted may thy name be by the mouth of those
49:28:whome death hath shitt in sylence so as they may not disclose
49:29:  the liuelye uoyce of them that in thy word delight
49:30:must be the trumppe that must resound the glorye of thy myght
49:31:  wherfore I shall not cease in chief of my distresse
49:32:to call on the till that the sleape my weryd lymes oppresse
49:33:  and in the morning eke when that the slepe is fledd
49:34:with floods of salt repentaunt teres to washe my restles bedd
49:35:  within this carefull mynd bourdnyd with care and greif
49:36:why dost thow not appere oh lord that sholdest be his relief
49:37:  my wretched state beholde whome death shall strait assaile
49:38:of one from youth afflicted still that never did but waile
49:39:  the dread loo of thyne yre hath trod me vnder feet
49:40:the scourgis of thyne angrye hand hath made deth seme full sweet
49:41:  like to the roring waues the sunken shipp surrounde
49:42:great heaps of care did swallow me and I no succour found
49:43:  for they whome no myschaunce could from my loue devyde
49:44:ar forced for my greater greif from mw their face to hyde

50:0:[Ecclesiastes I]
50:1:  I Salamon dauids sonne, king of Jerusalem
50:2:Chossen by god to teach the Iewes, and in his lawes to leade them
50:3:  confesse vnder the sonne, that euerey thing is uayne
50:4:The world is false, man he is fraile, and all his pleasures payne
50:5:  Alas what stable frute, may Adams childeren fynde
50:6:In that they seke by sweate of browes, and trauill of their mynde
50:7:  We that liue on the earthe, drawe toward our decay
50:8:Ower childeren fill our place a whille, and they they fade awaye
50:9:  Suche chaunges maks the earthe, and dothe remoue for none
50:10:But sarues us for a place, too play, our tragedes vppon
50:11:  When that the restles sonne, westwarde his course hathe ronne
50:12:Towards the east he hasts as fast, to ryse where he begonne
50:13:  When hoorrey boreas, hathe blowen his frosen blast
50:14:Then Zephirus with his gentill breathe, dissolues the Ise as fast
50:15:  Fludds that drinke vpp smale broks, and swell by rage of rayne
50:16:Discharge in sees, which them repulse, and swallowe strayte againe
50:17:  these worldly pleasures (lord) so swifte they ronne their race
50:18:That skace our eyes may them discerne, they byde so littell space
50:19:  What hathe bin, but is now, the like hereafter shall
50:20:What new deuice grounded so suer, that dreadeth not the fall
50:21:  What may be called new, but suche things in tymes past
50:22:As time buryed and dothe reuiue, and tyme agayne shall waste
50:23:  things past right worthey fame, haue now no brute at all
50:24:Euen so shall dey suche things, as now, the simple wounders call
50:25:  I that in dauides seate, sit crowned and reioyce
50:26:That with my septer rewle the Iewes, and teache them with my uoyce
50:27:  haue serchied long to know, all things vnder the sonne
50:28:To see how in this mortall lyef, a suerty might be wonne
50:29:  this kyndled will to knowe, straunge things for to desyer
50:30:God hathe grafte in our gredye breasts, a torment for our hier
50:31:  the end of eache trauell, furthwith I sought to knoo
50:32:I found them usine mixed with gall, and burdend with muche woo
50:33:  defaults of natures worke, no mans hand may restore
50:34:Whiche be in nomber like the sandes, vppon the salte floods shore
50:35:  then vaunting in my witte, I gan call to my mynd
50:36:What rewles of wysdom I hadde taught, that elders could not find
50:37:  and as by contraries to treye, most things we use
50:38:Mens follies and ther errors, eke I gan them all peruse
50:39:  therby with more delight, to knowledge for to clime
50:40:But this I found an endles wourke of payne and losse of tyme
50:41:  Ffor he to wisdomes skoole, that doth applie hys mynd
50:42:the further that he wades therin, the greater doubts shall find
50:43:  And such as enterprice, to put newe things in ure
50:44:of some that shall skorne their deuise, may well them selfes assure

51:1:  From pensif fanzies then, I gan my hart reuoke
51:2:And gaue me to suche sporting plaies, as laughter myght prouoke
51:3:  but euen suche uain delights, when they moste blinded me
51:4:Allwayes me thought with smiling grace, a king did yll agre
51:5:  then sought I how to please, my belly with much wine
51:6:To feede me fatte with costely feasts, of rare delights and find
51:7:  and other plesures eke, too purchace me with rest
51:8:In so great choise to finde the thing, that might content me best
51:9:  but Lord what care of mynde, what soddaine stormes of Ire
51:10:With broken slepes enduryd I, to compasse my desier
51:11:  to buylde my howses faier, then sett I all my cure
51:12:By princely actes thus straue I still, to make my fame indure
51:13:  delicius gardens eke, I made to please my sight
51:14:And grafte therin all kindes of fruts, that might my mouthe delight
51:15:  condits by liuely springs, from their owld course I drewe
51:16:For to refreshe the frutfull trees, that in my gardynes grewe
51:17:  of catell great encreace, I bred in littell space
51:18:Bondmen I bought I gaue them wifes, and saru'd me with ther race
51:19:  greate heapes of shining gold, by sparing gan I saue
51:20:With things of price so furnyshed, as sitts a prince to haue
51:21:  to heare faier women sing, sometyme I dyd reioyce
51:22:Rauyshed with ther pleasannt tunes, and swetnes of their voyce
51:23:  lemans I had so faier, and of so liuely hewe
51:24:That who so gased in their face, myght well their bewtey rewe
51:25:  neuer erste sat theyr king, so riche in dauyds seate
51:26:Yet still me thought for so smale gaine, the trauaile was to great
51:27:  from my desirous eyes, I hyd no pleasannt sight
51:28:Nor from my hart no kind of myrth, that might geue them delyght
51:29:  which was the only freute, I rept of all my payne
51:30:To feade my eyes and to reioyce, my hart with all my gaine
51:31:  but when I made my compte with howe great care of mynd
51:32:And herts vnrest that I had sought, so wastfull frutt to fynde
51:33:  then was I streken strayte, with that abused fier
51:34:To glorey in that goodly witte, that compast my desyer
51:35:  but freshe before myne eyes, grace did my fawlts renewe
51:36:What gentill callings I hadd fledd, my ruyne to purswe
51:37:  what raging pleasurs past, perill and hard eskape
51:38:What fancis in my hed had wrought, the licor of the grape
51:39:  the erroure then I sawe, that their fraile harts dothe moue
51:40:Which striue in vaine for to compare, with him that sitts aboue
51:41:  in whose most perfect worcks, suche craft apperyth playne
51:42:That to the least of them, their may no mortall hand attayne
51:43:  and like as lighsome day, dothe shine aboue the night
51:44:So darke to me did folly seme, and wysdomes beames as bright
51:45:  whose eyes did seme so clere, mots to discern and fynde
51:46:But will had clossed follies eyes, which groped like the blynde
51:47:  yet death and time consume, all witt and worldly fame
51:48:And looke what ends that folly hath, and wisdome hath the same
51:49:  then sayd I thus (oh lord) may not thy wisdome cure
51:50:The waylfull wrongs and hard conflicts, that folly doth endure
51:51:  to sharpe my witt so fine, then why toke I this payne
51:52:Now finde I well this noble serche, may eke be called vayne
51:53:  as slanders lothsome brute, soundes follies iust rewarde
51:54:Is put to silence all be time, and brought in smale regarde
51:55:  eun so dothe tyme deuoure, the noble blast of fame
51:56:Which showld resounde their glories great, that doo desarue the same
51:57:  thus present changes chase, away the wonders past
51:58:Ne is the wise mans fattal thred, yet lenger spunne to last
51:59:  then in this wredtched vale, our lief I lothed playne
51:60:When I beheld our frutles paynes, to compasse pleassurs vayne
51:61:  my trauayll this availe, hath me produced loo
51:62:An heire unknowen shall reape the frute, that I in sede did sowe
51:63:  but whervnto the lord, his nature shall inclyne
51:64:Who can foreknowe into whose handes, I must my goods resine
51:65:  but lord how pleasannt swete, then seamd the idell liefe
51:66:That neuer charged wa with care, nor burdened with stryefe
51:67:  and vile the gredye trade, of them that toile so sore
51:68:To leaue to suche ther trauells frute that neuer swet therfore
51:69:  what is that pleasant gaine, which is that swet relief
51:70:That showld delay the bitter tast, that we fele of our gref
51:71:  the gladsome dayes we passe, to serche a simple gaine
51:72:The quiete nights with broken slepes, to fead a restless brayne
51:73:  what hope is left us then, what comfort dothe remayne
51:74:Our quiet herts for to reioyce, with the frute of our payne
51:75:  yf that be trew who may him self so happy call
51:76:As I whose free and sumptius spence, dothe shyne beyonde them all
51:77:  sewerly it is a gift, and fauor of the lorde
51:78:Liberally to spende our goods, the ground of all discorde
51:79:  and wretched herts haue they, that let their tressurs mold
51:80:And carrey the roodde that skorgeth them, that glorey in their gold
51:81:  but I doo knowe by proofe, whose ryches beres suche brute
51:82:What stable welthe may stand in wast, or hepping of suche frute

52:1:Like to the stereles boote, that swerues with euery wynde
52:2:  the slipper topp of worldely welthe, by crewell prof I finde
52:3:Skarce hathe the seade whereof, that nature foremethe man
52:4:  receuid lief when deathe him yeldes, to earth wher he began
52:5:The grafted plants with payn, wherof wee hoped frute
52:6:  to roote them vpp with blossomes sprede, then is our cheif porsute
52:7:That erst we rered vpp, we undermyne againe
52:8:  and shred the spraies whose grouthe, some tyme we laboured with paine
52:9:Eache frowards thretning chere, of fortune maiks vs playne
52:10:  and euery plesant showe reuiues our wofull herts againe
52:11:Auncient walles to race, is our unstable guyse
52:12:  and of their wether beten stones, to buylde some new deuyse
52:13:New fanzes dayly spring, which vaade returning moo
52:14:  and now we practyse to optaine, that strayt we must forgoo
52:15:Some tyme we seke to spare, that afterward we wast
52:16:  and that we trauelid sore to knitt, for to unlose as fast
52:17:In sober sylence now our quiet lipps we closse
52:18:  and with vnbrydled toungs, furthwith our secret herts disclosse
52:19:Suche as in folded armes, we did embrace, we haate
52:20:  whom strayte we reconsill againe, and banishe all debate
52:21:My sede with labour sowne, suche frute produceth me
52:22:  to wast my lief in contraries, that neuer shall agre
52:23:From god these heuy cares, ar sent for our vnrests
52:24:  and with suche burdens for our welth, he frauteth full our brests
52:25:All that the Lord hathe wrought, hath bewtey and good grace
52:26:  and to eache thing assined is, the proper tyme and place
52:27:And graunted eke to man, of all the worldes estate
52:28:  and of eache thinge wrought in the same, to argue and debate
52:29:Which arte though it approche, the heuenly knowlege moste
52:30:  to serche the nturall grounde of things, yet all is labor loste
52:31:But then the wandering eyes, that longe for suertey sought
52:32:  founde that by paine no certayne welth might in this world be bought
52:33:Who liueth in delight, and seks no gredy thryfte
52:34:  but frely spends his goods, may thinke it is a secret gifte
52:35:Fulfilled shall it be, what so the lord intende
52:36:  which no deuice of mans witt, may advaunce nor yet defende
52:37:Who made all thing of nought, that Adams chyldren might
52:38:  lerne how to dread the Lord that wrought, suche wonders in their sight
52:39:The gresly wonders past, which tyme wearse owt of mynde
52:40:  to be renewed in our dayes the Lord hath so assynde
52:41:Lo thuse his carfull skourge dothe stele on us vnware
52:42:  which when the fleshe hath clene forgott, he dothe againe repaire
52:43:When I in this uaine serche, had wanderyd sore my witt
52:44:  I saw a rioall throne wheras, that iustice should haue sitt
52:45:In stede of whom I saw, with fyerce and crwell mode
52:46:  wher wrong was set that blody beast, that drounke the giltles blode
52:47:Then thought I thus one day, the lord shall sitt in dome
52:48:  to vewe his flock and chose the pure; the spotted haue no rome
52:49:Yet be suche skourges sent, that eache agreuid mynde
52:50:  lyke the brute beasts that swell in rage, and fury by ther kynde
52:51:His erroure may confesse, when he hath wresteled longe
52:52:  and then with pacience may his arme, the sure defence of wronge
52:53:For death that of the beasts, the carion doth deuoure
52:54:  unto the noble kynde of man, presents the fatall hower
52:55:The perfitt forme that god, hathe ether geuen to man
52:56:  or other beast dissolue it shall, to earth wher it began
52:57:And who can tell yf that, the sowle of man ascende
52:58:  or with the body if it dye, and to the ground decende
52:59:Wherfore eache gredy hart, that riches seks to gayne
52:60:  gather may he that sauery frutte, that springeth of his payne
52:61:A meane conuenient welth, I meane to take in worth
52:62:  and with a hand of larges eke in measure poore it fourth
52:63:For treasure spent in lyef, the bodye dothe sustayne
52:64:  the heire shall waste the whourded gold, amassed with muche payne
52:65:Ne may foresight of man, suche order geue in lyef
52:66:  for to foreknow, who shall reioyce, their gotton good with stryef

53:1:When I be thought me well vnder the restles soon
53:2:  by foolke of power what crewell wourks unchastyced were doon
53:3:I saw wher stoode a heard by power of suche opprest
53:4:  oute of whose eyes ran floods of teares that bayned all ther brest
53:5:Deuoyde of comfort clene, in terroure and distresse
53:6:  in whose defence none wolde aryse, suche rigor to represse
53:7:Then thought I thus (oh Lord,) the dead whose fatall hower
53:8:  is clene roune owt more happy ar whom that the worms deuoure
53:9:And happiest is the sede, that neuer did conceue
53:10:  that neuer felt the waylfull wrongs, that mortall folke receue
53:11:And then I saw that welth, and euery honest gayne
53:12:  by trauill woune, and swete of browes gan grow into disdayne
53:13:Throughe slouthe of carles folke, whom ease so fatt dothe feade
53:14:  whose idell hands doo nought but waast, the frute of other seeade
53:15:Which to them selves perswade that little gott with ease
53:16:  more thankefull is then kingdomes woon, by trauayle and disceace
53:17:Another sort I saw, without bothe frend or kynne
53:18:  whose gredy wayes yet neuer sought a faithfull frend to winne
53:19:Whose wretched corps no toile yet euer wery could
53:20:  nor glutted euer wer their eyne, with heaps of shyning gould
53:21:But yf it might appeare to ther abused eyne
53:22:  to whose availe they trauill so, and for whose sake they pyne
53:23:Then should they see what cause they haue for to repent
53:24:  the frutles paynes and eke the tyme that they in vayne haue spent
53:25:Then gan I thus resolue, more pleasant is the lyef
53:26:  of faythefull frends that spends their goods in commone without stryef
53:27:For as the tender frend appeasith euery gryef
53:28:  so yf he fall that lives alone, who shalbe his relyef
53:29:The frendly feares ly warme, in armes embraced faste
53:30:  who sleapes aloone at euery tourne dothe feale the winter blast
53:31:What can he doo but yeld, that must resist aloone
53:32:  yf ther be twaine one may defend the tother ouer throwne
53:33:The single twyned cordes, may no suche stresse indure
53:34:  as cables brayded threfould may, together wrethed swer
53:35:In better far estate stande children poore and wyse
53:36:  then aged kyngs wedded to will that worke without aduice
53:37:In prison haue I sene, or this a wofull wyght
53:38:  that neuer knewe what fredom ment, nor tasted of delyght
53:39:With suche unhoped happ in most dispaier hath mete
53:40:  within the hands that erst ware giues to haue a septre sett
53:41:And by coniures the seade of kyngs is thrust from staate
53:42:  wheron agreuyd people worke, ofteymes their hidden haat
53:43:Other without respct, I saw a frend or foo
53:44:  with feat worne bare in tracing such, whearas the honours groo
53:45:And at deth of a prynce great rowtes reuiued strange
53:46:  which faine theare owlde yoke to discharg, reioyced in the change
53:47:But when I thought to theise, as heauy euen or more
53:48:  shalbe the burden of his raigne, as his that went before
53:49:And that a trayne like great upon the deade depend
53:50:  I gan conclude eache gredy gayne, hath his vncertayne end
53:51:In humble spritte is sett, the temple of the Lorde
53:52:  wher yf thow enter loke thy mouth, and conscyance may accorde
53:53:Whose churtche is buylte of loue, and decte with hoote desyre
53:54:  and simple fayth the yolden goost, his marcy doth requyre
53:55:Wher perfectly for aye, he in his woord dothe rest
53:56:  with gentill eare to heare thy sute, and grant to thy request
53:57:In boost of owtwarde works, he taketh no delight
53:58:  nor wast of wourds suche sacryfice unsauereth in his sight

54:1:When that repentant teares, hathe clensyd clere from ill
54:2:  the charged brest, and grace hathe wrought, therin amending will
54:3:With bold demands then may, his mercy well assaile
54:4:  the speche man sayth, withowt the which, request may not preuaile
54:5:More shall thy penytent sighes, his endles mercy please
54:6:  then their importune suits which dreame, that words gods wrath appease
54:7:For hart contrit of fault, is gladsome recompence
54:8:  and praier fruict of faythe wherby, god dothe with synne dispence
54:9:As ferfull broken slepes, spring from a restles hedde
54:10:  by chattering of vnholly lippis, is frutles prayer bredde
54:11:In wast of wynde I rede, vowe nought vnto the Lord
54:12:  wherto thy hart, to bynd thy will, freely doth not accord
54:13:For humble uowes fullfilld, by grace right swetly smoks
54:14:  but bold behests, broken by lusts, the wrath of god prouoks
54:15:Yet better with humble hert, thy frayltye to confesse
54:16:  then to bost of suche perfitnes, whose works suche fraud expresse
54:17:With fayned words and othes, contract with god no gyle
54:18:  suche craft returns, to thy nown harme, and doth thy self defile
54:19:And though the myst of sinne, perswad such error light
54:20:  therby yet ar, thy owtward works, all dampned in his sight
54:21:As sondry broken dreames, vs dyuerslye abuse
54:22:  so ar his errors manifold, that many words dothe use
54:23:With humble secret playnt fewe words of hotte effect
54:24:  honor thy Lord, alowance vaine, of uoyd desart neglect
54:25:Thoughe wronge at tymes the right, and welthe eke nede oppresse
54:26:  thinke not the hand of Iustice slowe, to followe the redresse
54:27:For suche unrightius folke, as rule without dred
54:28:  by some abuse or secret lust, he suffereth to be led
54:29:The cheif blisse that in earth, the liuing man is lent
54:30:  is moderat welth, to nourishe lief, yf he can be content
54:31:He that hath but one felde and gredely sekethe nought
54:32:  to fence the tillers hand from nede, is king within his thought
54:33:But suche as of ther golde, ther only idoll make
54:34:  noe treasure may the rauen of there hungry hands asslake
54:35:For he that gapes for gold, and hurdeth all his gayne
54:36:  trauells in uayne to hyde the sweet, that showld releue his payne
54:37:Wher is gret welth their showld, be many a nedy wight
54:38:  to spend the same and that should be, rith richemans cheif delight
54:39:The sweet and quiet slepes that weryd limnes oppresse
54:40:  begile the night in diet thynne, and feasts of great excesse
54:41:But waker ly the riche, whose lyuely heat with rest
54:42:  their charged boolks with change of meats cannot so sone dygest
54:43:An other righteous dome, I sawe of gredy gayne
54:44:  with busye cares suche treasures oft preseruyd to their bayne
54:45:The plenteus howsses sackt, the owners end with shame
54:46:  their sparkelid goods, their nedy heyres, that showld reioyce the same
54:47:From welthe dyspoyled bare, from whence they came they went
54:48: clad in the clothes of pouerte as nature fyrst them sent
54:49:Naked as from the wombe, we came yf we depart
54:50:  with toyle to seeke that wee must laue, what bote to uexe the hart
54:51:What lyef leede testeye men then that consume their dayes
54:52:  in inwarde freets, untempred hates, at stryef with sum alwaies
54:53:Then gan I prayce all those, in suche a world of stryffe
54:54:  as take the profitt of their goods, that may be had in lyffe
54:55:For sure the liberall hand, that hath no hart to spare
54:56:  this fading welthe, but powres it forthe it is a uertu rare
54:57:That maks welth slaue to nede, and gold becom his thrall
54:58:  clings not his gutts with niggishe fare, to heape his chest withall
54:59:But feeds the lusts of kynde, with costely meats and wyne
54:60:  and slacks the hunger and the thurst, of nedy folks that pyne
54:61:No gluttons feast I meane in wast of spence to stryue
54:62:  but temperat mealles the dulled spryts with ioye thus to reuiue
54:63:No care may perce where myrth, hath tempred such a brest
54:64:  the bitter gaull seasoned with swet suche wysdome may digest

aeneid2:1: They whisted all, with fixed face attent,
aeneid2:2:When prince Aeneas from the royal seat
aeneid2:3:Thus gan to speak: "O quene, it is thy wil
aeneid2:4:I shold renew a woe can not be told,
aeneid2:5:How that the Grekes did sspoile and overthrow
aeneid2:6:The Phrygian wealth and wailful realm of Troy,
aeneid2:7:Those ruthfull things that I my self beheld,
aeneid2:8:And whereof no small part fel to my share.
aeneid2:9:Which to expresse, who could refraine from teres?
aeneid2:10:What Myrmidon? or yet what Dolopes?
aeneid2:11:What stern Ulysses waged soldiar?
aeneid2:12:And loe, moist night now from the welkin falles,
aeneid2:13:And sterres declining counsel us to rest.
aeneid2:14:But sins so great is thy delight to here
aeneid2:15:Of our mishaps, and Troyes last decay,
aeneid2:16:Though to record the same my minde abhorres
aeneid2:17:And plaint eschues, yet thus wil I begyn.
aeneid2:18: The Grekes chieftains, all irked with the war
aeneid2:19:Wherin they wasted had so many yeres
aeneid2:20:And oft repulst by fatal destinie,
aeneid2:21:A huge hors made, hye raised like a hill,
aeneid2:22:By the divine science of Minerva;
aeneid2:23:Of cloven firre compacted were his ribbs;
aeneid2:24:For their return a fained sacrifice,
aeneid2:25:The fame whereof so wandred it at point.
aeneid2:26:In the dark bulk they closde bodies of men
aeneid2:27:Chosen by lot, and did enstuff by stealth
aeneid2:28:The hollow womb with armed soldiars.
aeneid2:29: There stands in sight an isle hight Tenedon,
aeneid2:30:Rich and of fame while Priams kingdom stood:
aeneid2:31:Now but a bay, and rode unsure for ship.
aeneid2:32:Hether them secretly the Grekes withdrew,
aeneid2:33:Shrouding themselves under the desert shore.
aeneid2:34:And, wening we they had ben fled and gone,
aeneid2:35:And with that winde had fet the land of Grece,
aeneid2:36:Troye discharged her long continued dole.
aeneid2:37:The gates cast up, we issued out to play,
aeneid2:38:The Grekish camp desirous to behold,
aeneid2:39:The places void and the forsaken costes.
aeneid2:40:Here Pyrrhus band, there ferce Achilles pight,
aeneid2:41:Here rode their shippes, there did their battells joyne.
aeneid2:42:Astonnied some the scathefull gift beheld,
aeneid2:43:Behight by vow unto the chast Minerve,
aeneid2:44:All wondring at the hugenesse of the horse.
aeneid2:45: And fyrst of all Timoetes gan advise
aeneid2:46:Wythin the walles to leade and drawe the same,
aeneid2:47:And place it eke amidde the palace court:
aeneid2:48:Whether of guile, or Troyes fate it would.
aeneid2:49:Capys, wyth some of judgement more discrete,
aeneid2:50:Wild it to drown, or underset with flame
aeneid2:51:The suspect present of the Grekes deceit,
aeneid2:52:Or bore and gage the hollowe caves uncouth.
aeneid2:53:So diverse ranne the giddy peoples minde.
aeneid2:54: Loe, formest of a rout that followd him,
aeneid2:55:Kindled Laocoon hasted from the towre,
aeneid2:56:Crieng far of, `O wreched citezens,
aeneid2:57:What so great kind of frensie freteth you?
aeneid2:58:Deme ye the Grekes our enemies to be gone?
aeneid2:59:Or any Grekish giftes can you suppose
aeneid2:60:Devoid of guile? Is so Ulysses known?
aeneid2:61:Either the Grekes ar in this timber hid,
aeneid2:62:Or this an engin is to anoy our walles,
aeneid2:63:To view our tours, and overwhelme our towne.
aeneid2:64:Here lurkes some craft. Good Troyans, geve no trust
aeneid2:65:Unto this horse, for what so ever it be,
aeneid2:66:I dred the Grekes, yea, when they offer gyftes.'
aeneid2:67:And with that word, with all his force a dart
aeneid2:68:He launced then into that croked wombe:
aeneid2:69:Which tremling stack, and shoke within the side,
aeneid2:70:Wherewith the caves gan hollowly resound.
aeneid2:71:And but for faites and for our blind forcast,
aeneid2:72:The Grekes devise and guile had he discried,
aeneid2:73:Troy yet had stand, and Priams toures so hie.
aeneid2:74: Therwyth behold, wheras the Phrygian herdes
aeneid2:75:Brought to the king with clamour, all unknown
aeneid2:76:A yongman, bound his handes behinde his back,
aeneid2:77:Whoe willingly had yelden prisoner
aeneid2:78:To frame his guile and open Troyes gates
aeneid2:79:Unto the Grekes, with courage fully bent
aeneid2:80:And minde determed either of the twaine:
aeneid2:81:To worke his feat, or willing yeld to death.
aeneid2:82:Near him, to gaze, the Troyan youth gan flock,
aeneid2:83:And strave whoe most might at the captive scorne.
aeneid2:84:The Grekes deceit beholde, and by one profe
aeneid2:85:Imagine all the rest.
aeneid2:86:For in the preasse as he unarmed stood,
aeneid2:87:Wyth troubled chere, and Phrigian routes beset,
aeneid2:88:`Alas,' quod he, `what earth nowe or what seas
aeneid2:89:May me receyve? Catif, what restes me nowe?
aeneid2:90:For whom in Grece doth no abode remayne.
aeneid2:91:The Troians eke offended seke to wreke
aeneid2:92:Their hainous wrath wyth shedyng of my bloud.'
aeneid2:93:With this regrete our hartes from rancor moved.
aeneid2:94:The brute appeasde, we askte him of his birth,
aeneid2:95:What newes he brought, what hope made hym to yeld.
aeneid2:96: Then he, al dred removed, thus began:
aeneid2:97:`O king, I shall, what ever me betide,
aeneid2:98:Say but the truth: ne first will me denie
aeneid2:99:A Grecian borne, for though fortune hath made
aeneid2:100:Sinon a wretche, she can not make him false.
aeneid2:101:If ever came unto your eares the name,
aeneid2:102:Nobled by fame, of the sage Palamede,
aeneid2:103:Whom tratrously the Grekes condemd to dye,
aeneid2:104:Giltlesse, by wrongfull dome, for that he dyd
aeneid2:105:Dyssuade the warres; whose death they nowe lament;
aeneid2:106:Underneth him my father bare of wealth
aeneid2:107:Into his band yong and nere of his blood
aeneid2:108:In my prime yeres unto the war me sent.
aeneid2:109:While that by fate his state in stay did stand,
aeneid2:110:And when his realm did florish by advise,
aeneid2:111:Of glory then we bare som fame and brute.
aeneid2:112:But sins his death by false Ulyssez sleight
aeneid2:113:(I speak of things to all men wel beknown)
aeneid2:114:A drery life in doleful plaint I led,
aeneid2:115:Repining at my gyltlesse frends mischaunce.
aeneid2:116:Ne could I, fool, refrein my tong from thretes,
aeneid2:117:That if my chaunce were ever to return
aeneid2:118:Victor to Arge, to folowe my revenge.
aeneid2:119:With such sharp words procured I great hate.
aeneid2:120:Here sprang my harm.  Ulysses ever sithe
aeneid2:121:With new found crimes began me to affray.
aeneid2:122:In common eares false rumors gan he sowe.
aeneid2:123:Weapons of wreke his gylty minde gan seke,
aeneid2:124:Ne rested ay till he by Calchas meane--
aeneid2:125:But whereunto these thanklesse tales in vaine
aeneid2:126:Do I reherse, and linger fourth the time,
aeneid2:127:In like estate if all the Grekes ye price?
aeneid2:128:It is enough ye here: rid me at ones.
aeneid2:129:Ulysses, Lord, how he wold this rejoise!
aeneid2:130:Yea, and either Atride would bye it dere.'
aeneid2:131:  This kindled us more egre to enquire,
aeneid2:132:And to demand the cause, without suspect
aeneid2:133:Of so great mischef thereby to ensue,
aeneid2:134:Or of Grekes craft. He then with forged words
aeneid2:135:And quivering limes thus toke his tale again:
aeneid2:136:  `The Grekes oft times entended their return
aeneid2:137:From Troye town, with long warrs all ytired,
aeneid2:138:For to dislodge: which would God they had done!
aeneid2:139:But oft the winter storms of raging seas,
aeneid2:140:And oft the boisteous winds did them to stay;
aeneid2:141:And chiefly when of clinched ribbes of firre
aeneid2:142:This hors was made, the storms rored in the aire.
aeneid2:143:Then we in dout to Phebus temple sent
aeneid2:144:Euripilus, to weet the prophesye.
aeneid2:145:From whens he brought these woful news again:
aeneid2:146:"With blood, O Grekes, and slaughter of a maid,
aeneid2:147:Ye pleasd the winds, when first ye came to Troy.
aeneid2:148:With blood likewise ye must seke your return.
aeneid2:149:A Grekish soule must offred be therfore."
aeneid2:150:  `But when this sound had pearst the peoples eares,
aeneid2:151:With sodein fere astonied were their mindes;
aeneid2:152:The chilling cold did overrunne their bones,
aeneid2:153:To whom that fate was shapte, whom Phebus wold.
aeneid2:154:Ulysses then amid the preasse bringes in
aeneid2:155:Calchas with noise, and wild him to discusse
aeneid2:156:The gods intent.  Then some gan deme to me
aeneid2:157:The cruell wrek of him that framde the craft,
aeneid2:158:Foreseing secretly what wold ensue.
aeneid2:159:In silence then, yshrowding hi from sight,
aeneid2:160:But dayes twise five he whisted, and refused
aeneid2:161:To death by speche to further any wight.
aeneid2:162:At last, as forced by false Ulyssez crye,
aeneid2:163:Of purpose he brake fourth, assigning me
aeneid2:164:To the altar; whereto they graunted all;
aeneid2:165:And that that erst eche one dred to himself
aeneid2:166:Returned all unto my wretched death.
aeneid2:167:And now at hand drew nere the woful day,
aeneid2:168:All things preparde wherwyth to offer me,
aeneid2:169:Salt, corne, fillets my temples for to bind.
aeneid2:170:I scapte the deth, I graunt, and brake the bands,
aeneid2:171:And lurked in a marrise all the nyght,
aeneid2:172:Among the ooze, while they did set their sailes;
aeneid2:173:If it be so that they in dede so dyd.
aeneid2:174:Now restes no hope my native land to see,
aeneid2:175:My children dere, nor long desired sire,
aeneid2:176:On whom parchaunce they shall wreke my escape:
aeneid2:177:Those harmlesse wights shal for my fault be slayn.
aeneid2:178:  `Then, by the gods, to whom al truth is known,
aeneid2:179:By fayth unfiled, if any any where
aeneid2:180:Wyth mortal folk remaines, I thee beseche,
aeneid2:181:O king, thereby rue on my travail great:
aeneid2:182:Pitie a wretch that giltlesse suffreth wrong.'
aeneid2:183:  Life to these teres, wyth pardon eke, we graunt.
aeneid2:184:And Priam first himself commaundes to lose
aeneid2:185:His gyves, his bands, and frenndly to him sayd:
aeneid2:186:`Whoso thou art, learn to forget the Grekes.
aeneid2:187:Hencefourth be oures; and answere me with truth.
aeneid2:188:Wherto was wrought the masse of this hyuge hors?
aeneid2:189:Whoes the devise? and wherto should it tend?
aeneid2:190:What holly vow? or engin for the warres?'
aeneid2:191: Then he, instruct with wiles and Grekish craft,
aeneid2:192:His loosed hands lift upward to the sterrs:
aeneid2:193:`Ye everlasting lampes, I testifye,
aeneid2:194:Whoes powr divine may not be violate,
aeneid2:195:Th'altar and swerd,' quod he, `that I have scapt,
aeneid2:196:Ye sacred bandes I wore as yelden hoste,
aeneid2:197:Leful be it for me to breke mine othe
aeneid2:198:To Grekes; lefull to hate their nacion;
aeneid2:199:Lefull be it to sparcle in the ayre
aeneid2:200:Their secretes all, whatsoe they kepe in close:
aeneid2:201:For free am I from Grece and from their lawes.
aeneid2:202:So be it Troy, and saved by me from scathe
aeneid2:203:Kepe faith with me and stand to thy behest,
aeneid2:204:If I speake truth, and opening thinges of weight
aeneid2:205:For graunt of life requite thee large amendes.
aeneid2:206:  `The Grekes whole hope of undertaken war
aeneid2:207:In Pallas help consisted evermore.
aeneid2:208:But sith the time that wicked Diomede,
aeneid2:209:Ulysses eke, that forger of all guile,
aeneid2:210:Aventurde from the holly sacred fane
aeneid2:211:For to bereve dame Pallas fatall forme,
aeneid2:212:And slew the watches of the chefest toure,
aeneid2:213:And then away the holly statue stale,
aeneid2:214:That were so bold with handes embrued in blood
aeneid2:215:The virgin goddesse veiles for to defile:
aeneid2:216:Sith that, their hope gan faile, their hope to fall,
aeneid2:217:Their ppowr appeir, their goddesse grace withdraw.
aeneid2:218:Whych with no doutfull signes she did declare.
aeneid2:219:Scarce ws the statue to our tentes ybroughte,
aeneid2:220:But she gan stare with sparcled eyes of flame;
aeneid2:221:Along her limes the salt sweat trickled downe;
aeneid2:222:Yea, thrise her selfe (a hideous thinge to tell)
aeneid2:223:In glaunces bright she glittered from the ground,
aeneid2:224:Holding in hand her targe and quivering spere.
aeneid2:225:Calchas by sea then bad us hast our flight,
aeneid2:226:Whoes engins might not break the walles of Troy,
aeneid2:227:Unlesse at Grece they wold renew their lottes,
aeneid2:228:Restore the god that they by sea had brought
aeneid2:229:In warped keles.  To Arge sith they be come,
aeneid2:230:They pease their godds and war afresh prepare,
aeneid2:231:And crosse the seas unloked for eftsones
aeneid2:232:They wil return. This order Calchas set.
aeneid2:233:  `This figure made they for th'agreved god
aeneid2:234:In Pallas stede, to clense their hainous fault.
aeneid2:235:Which masse he willed to be reared hye
aeneid2:236:Towards the skies, and ribbed all with oke,
aeneid2:237:So that your gates ne wall might it receive;
aeneid2:238:Ne yet your people might defensed be
aeneid2:239:By the good zele of old devotion.
aeneid2:240:For if your hands did Pallas gift defile,
aeneid2:241:To Priams realm great mischef shold befall
aeneid2:242:(Which fate the gods first on him self return!)
aeneid2:243:But had your owne handes brought it in your town,
aeneid2:244:Asie should passe and carrie offred warr
aeneid2:245:In Grece, even to the walles of Pelops town,
aeneid2:246:And we and oures that destenie endure.'
aeneid2:247:  By such like wiles of Sinon the forsworne
aeneid2:248:His tale with us did purchace credit; some
aeneid2:249:Trapt by deceite, some forced by his teres,
aeneid2:250:Whom neither Diomede nor great Achille,
aeneid2:251:Nor ten yeres war, ne a thousand saile could daunt.
aeneid2:252: Us caitifes then a far more dredful chaunce
aeneid2:253:Befell, that trobled our unarmed brestes.
aeneid2:254:Whiles Laocon, that chosen was by lot
aeneid2:255:Neptunus priest, did sacrifice a bull
aeneid2:256:Before the holy altar, sodenly
aeneid2:257:From Tenedon, behold, in circles great
aeneid2:258:By the calme seas come fletyng adders twaine
aeneid2:259:Which plied towardes the shore (I lothe to tell)
aeneid2:260:With rered brest lift up above the seas,
aeneid2:261:Whoes bloody crestes aloft the waves were seen.
aeneid2:262:The hinder parte swamme hidden in the flood;
aeneid2:263:Their grisly backes were linked manifold.
aeneid2:264:With sound of broken waves they gate the strand,
aeneid2:265:With gloing eyen, tainted with blood and fire;
aeneid2:266:Whoes waltring tongs did lick their hissing mouthes.
aeneid2:267:We fled away, our face the blood forsoke.
aeneid2:268:But they with gate direct to Lacon ran.
aeneid2:269:And first of all eche serpent doth enwrap
aeneid2:270:The bodies small of his two tender sonnes,
aeneid2:271:Whoes wretched limmes they byt, and fed theron.
aeneid2:272:Then raught they hym, who had his wepon caught
aeneid2:273:To rescue them; twise winding him about,
aeneid2:274:With folded knottes and circled tailes, his wast.
aeneid2:275:Their scaled backes did compasse twise his neck,
aeneid2:276:Wyth rered heddes aloft and stretched throtes.
aeneid2:277:He with his handes strave to unloose the knottes;
aeneid2:278:Whose sacred fillettes all besprinkled were
aeneid2:279:With filth of gory blod and venim rank.
aeneid2:280:And to the sterres such dredfull shoutes he sent,
aeneid2:281:Like to the sound the roring bull fourth loowes
aeneid2:282:Which from the altar wounded doth astart,
aeneid2:283:The swarving axe when he shakes from his neck.
aeneid2:284:The serpentes twain with hasted trail they glide
aeneid2:285:To Pallas temple and her towres of heighte;
aeneid2:286:Under the feete of which the goddesse stern,
aeneid2:287:Hidden behinde her targettes bosse, they crept.
aeneid2:288:New gripes of dred then pearse our trembling brestes.
aeneid2:289:They sayd Lacons desertes had derely bought
aeneid2:290:His hainous dede, that pearced had with stele
aeneid2:291:The sacred bulk, and throwen the wicked launce.
aeneid2:292:The people cried with sondry greeing shoutes
aeneid2:293:To bring the horse to Pallas temple blive,
aeneid2:294:In hope thereby the goddesse wrath t'appease.
aeneid2:295:We cleft the walles and closures of the towne,
aeneid2:296:Wherto all helpe, and underset the feet
aeneid2:297:With sliding rolles, and bound his neck with ropes.
aeneid2:298:This fatall gin thus overclambe our walles,
aeneid2:299:Stuft with armd men, about the which there ran
aeneid2:300:Children and maides that holly carolles sang;
aeneid2:301:And well were they whoes hands might touch the cordes.
aeneid2:302:With thretning chere thus slided through our town
aeneid2:303:The subtil tree, to Pallas temple ward.
aeneid2:304:O native land! Ilion! and of the goddes
aeneid2:305:The mansion place! O warrlik walles of Troy!
aeneid2:306:Fowr times it stopt in th'entrie of our gate,
aeneid2:307:Fowr times the harnesse clattred in the womb.
aeneid2:308:But we goe on, unsound of memorie,
aeneid2:309:And blinded eke by rage persever still.
aeneid2:310:This fatal monster in the fane we place.
aeneid2:311:  Cassandra then, inspired with Phebus sprite,
aeneid2:312:Her prophetes lippes, yet never of us leeved,
aeneid2:313:Disclosed eft, forespeking thinges to come.
aeneid2:314:We wretches, loe, that last day of our life,
aeneid2:315:With bowes of fest the town and temples deck.
aeneid2:316: With this the skie gan whirle about the sphere;
aeneid2:317:The cloudy night gan thicken from the sea,
aeneid2:318:With mantells spred that cloked earth and skies
aeneid2:319:And eke the treason of the Grekish guile.
aeneid2:320:The watchemen lay disperst, to take their rest,
aeneid2:321:Whoes werried limmes sound slepe had then opprest.
aeneid2:322:When well in order comes the Grecian fleet
aeneid2:323:From Tenedon, toward the costes well knowne,
aeneid2:324:By frendly silence of the quiet moone.
aeneid2:325:When the kinges ship put fourth his mark of fire,
aeneid2:326:Sinon, preserved by froward destinie,
aeneid2:327:Let fourth the Grekes enclosed in the womb;
aeneid2:328:The closures eke of pine by stealth unpind
aeneid2:329:Whereby the Grekes restored were to aire,
aeneid2:330:With joy down hasting from the hollow tree.
aeneid2:331:With cordes let down did slide unto the ground
aeneid2:332:The great captaines: Sthenel, and Thesander,
aeneid2:333:The fierce Ulisses, Athamas, and Thoas,
aeneid2:334:Machaon first, and then king Menolae,
aeneid2:335:Opeas eke that did the engin forge;
aeneid2:336:And streight invade the town yburied then
aeneid2:337:With wine and sleep. And first the watch is slain,
aeneid2:338:Then gates unfold to let their fellowes in:
aeneid2:339:They joyne them selves with the conjured bandes.
aeneid2:340: It was the time when, graunted from the godds,
aeneid2:341:The first slepe crepes most swete in wery folk.
aeneid2:342:Loe, in my dreame before mine eies, me thought,
aeneid2:343:With rufull chere I sawe where Hector stood:
aeneid2:344:Out of whoes eies there gushed streames of teares,
aeneid2:345:Drawn at a cart as he of lte had be,
aeneid2:346:Distained with bloody dust, whoes feet were bowlne
aeneid2:347:With the streight cordes wherwith they haled him.
aeneid2:348:Ay me, what one! that Hector how unlike,
aeneid2:349:Which erst returned clad with Achilles spoiles,
aeneid2:350:Or when he threw into the Grekish shippes
aeneid2:351:The Troian flame! so was his beard defiled,
aeneid2:352:His crisped lockes al clustred with his blood,
aeneid2:353:With all such wounds as many he received
aeneid2:354:About the walls of that his native town.
aeneid2:355:Whom franckly thus me thought I spake unto,
aeneid2:356:With bitter teres and dolefull deadly voice:
aeneid2:357:`O Troyan light! O only hope of thine!
aeneid2:358:What lettes so long thee staid? or from what costes,
aeneid2:359:Our most desired Hector, doest thou come?
aeneid2:360:Whom, after slaughter of thy many frends,
aeneid2:361:And travail of thy people and thy town,
aeneid2:362:Alweried, lord, how gladly we behold!
aeneid2:363:What sory chaunce hath staind thy lively face?
aeneid2:364:Or why see I these woundes, alas so wide?'
aeneid2:365:He answeard nought, nor in my vain demaundes
aeneid2:366:Abode, but from the bottom of his brest
aeneid2:367:Sighing he said: `Flee, flee, O goddesse son,
aeneid2:368:And save thee from the furie of this flame.
aeneid2:369:Our enmies now at maisters of the walles,
aeneid2:370:And Troye town now falleth from the top.
aeneid2:371:Sufficeth that is done for Priams reigne.
aeneid2:372:If force might serve to succor Troye town,
aeneid2:373:This right hand well mought have ben her defense.
aeneid2:374:But Troye now commendeth to thy charge
aeneid2:375:Her holy reliques and her privy gods.
aeneid2:376:Them joyne to thee, as felowes of thy fate.
aeneid2:377:Large walles rere thow for them: for so thou shalt,
aeneid2:378:After time spent in th'overwandred flood.'
aeneid2:379:This sayd, he brought fourth Vesta in his hands,
aeneid2:380:Her fillettes eke, and everlasting flame.
aeneid2:381: In this meane while, with diverse plaint the town
aeneid2:382:Throughout was spred; and lowder more and more
aeneid2:383:The din resouned, with rattling of armes
aeneid2:384:(Although mine old father Anchisez house
aeneid2:385:Removed stood, with shadow hid of trees).
aeneid2:386:I waked; therwith to the house top I clambe,
aeneid2:387:And harkning stood I: like as when the flame
aeneid2:388:Lightes in the corne by drift of boisteous winde,
aeneid2:389:Or the swift stream that driveth from the hill
aeneid2:390:Rootes up the feldes and presseth the ripe corne
aeneid2:391:And plowed ground, and overwhelmes the grove,
aeneid2:392:The silly herdman all astonnied standes,
aeneid2:393:From the hye rock while he doth here the sound.
aeneid2:394:  Then the Grekes faith, then their deceit appered.
aeneid2:395:Of Deiphobus the palace large and great
aeneid2:396:Fell to the ground, all overspred with flash;
aeneid2:397:His next neighbour Ucalegon afire:
aeneid2:398:The Sygean seas did glister all with flame.
aeneid2:399:Upsprang the crye of men and trompettes blast.
aeneid2:400:Then, as distraught, I did my armure on,
aeneid2:401:Ne could I tell yet whereto armes availde.
aeneid2:402:But with our feres to throng out from the preasse
aeneid2:403:Toward the toure our hartes brent with desire.
aeneid2:404:Wrath prickt us fourth, and unto us it semed
aeneid2:405:A semely thing to dye armd in the feld.
aeneid2:406:  Wherwith Panthus, scapte from the Grekish dartes,
aeneid2:407:Otreus sonne, Phebus prest, brought in hand
aeneid2:408:The sacred reliques and the vanquisht gods,
aeneid2:409:And in his hand his little nephew led;
aeneid2:410:And thus, as phrentik, to our gates he ran.
aeneid2:411:`Panthus,' quod I, `in what estate stand we?
aeneid2:412:Or for refuge what fortresse shall we take?'
aeneid2:413:Scarse spake I this when wailing thus he sayd:
aeneid2:414:`The later day and fate of Troye is come,
aeneid2:415:The which no plaint or prayer may availe.
aeneid2:416:Troyans we were, and Troye was somtime,
aeneid2:417:And of great fame the Teucrian glorie erst:
aeneid2:418:Fierce jove to Grece hath now transposed all.
aeneid2:419:The Grekes ar lords over this fired town.
aeneid2:420:Yonder huge horse that stands amid our walles
aeneid2:421:Sheds armed men, and Sinon, victor now,
aeneid2:422:With scorne of us doth set all things on flame.
aeneid2:423:And rushed in at our unfolded gates
aeneid2:424:Are thousands moe than ever came from Grece.
aeneid2:425:And some with weapons watch the narrow stretes,
aeneid2:426:With bright swerdes drawn, to slaughter redy bent.
aeneid2:427:And scarse the watches of the gate began
aeneid2:428:Them to defend, and with blinde fight resist.'
aeneid2:429:  Through Panthus words and lightning of the gods
aeneid2:430:Amid the flame and armes ran I in preasse,
aeneid2:431:As furie guided me, and wher as I had heard
aeneid2:432:The crye greatest that made the ayre resound.
aeneid2:433:Into our band then fell old Iphytus,
aeneid2:434:And Rypheus, that met us by moonelight;
aeneid2:435:Dymas and Hypanis joyning to our side,
aeneid2:436:With yong Chorebus, Mygdonius son.
aeneid2:437:Which in those dayes at Troye did arive
aeneid2:438:Burning with rage of dame Cassandraes love,
aeneid2:439:In Priams ayd and rescue of his town.
aeneid2:440:Unhappy he, that wold no credit geve
aeneid2:441:Unto his spouses woords of prophecie.
aeneid2:442:   Whom when I saw assembled in such wise
aeneid2:443:So desperatly the battail to desire,
aeneid2:444:Then furthermore thus sayd I unto them:
aeneid2:445:`O ye yong men, of courage stout in vaine,
aeneid2:446:For nought ye strive to save the burning town.
aeneid2:447:What cruel fortune hath betid, ye see.
aeneid2:448:The gods out of the temples all ar fled,
aeneid2:449:Through whoes might long this empie was mainteind;
aeneid2:450:Their altares eke are left both wast and voyd.
aeneid2:451:But if your will be bent with me to prove
aeneid2:452:That uttermost that now may us befall
aeneid2:453:Then let us dye, and runne amid our foes.
aeneid2:454:To vanquisht folk despeir is only hope.'
aeneid2:455:   With this the yongmens courage did encrease,
aeneid2:456:And through the dark, like to the ravening wolves
aeneid2:457:Whom raging furie of their empty mawes
aeneid2:458:Drives from their den, leaving with hungry throtes
aeneid2:459:Their whelpes behinde, among our foes we ran,
aeneid2:460:Upon their swerdes, unto apparant death;
aeneid2:461:Holding alway the chiefe strete of the town,
aeneid2:462:Coverd with the close shadowes of the night.
aeneid2:463: Who can expresse the slaughter of that night,
aeneid2:464:Or tell the nomber of the corpses slaine,
aeneid2:465:Or can in teres bewaile them worthely?
aeneid2:466:The auncient famous citie falleth down,
aeneid2:467:That many yeres did hold such seignorie.
aeneid2:468:With senslesse bodies every strete is spred,
aeneid2:469:Eche palace, and sacred porch of the gods.
aeneid2:470:Nor yet alone the Troyan blood wa shed.
aeneid2:471:Manhod oft times into the vanquisht brest
aeneid2:472:Returnes, wherby some victors Grekes ar slain.
aeneid2:473:Cruel complaintes and terror every where,
aeneid2:474:And plentie of grisly pictures of death.
aeneid2:475: And first with us Androgeus there met,
aeneid2:476:Fellowed with a swarming rout of Grekes,
aeneid2:477:Deming us, unware, of that feloship.
aeneid2:478:With frendly words whom thus he cald unto:
aeneid2:479:`Hast ye, my frendes! what slouth hath taried yow?
aeneid2:480:Your feers now sack and spoile the burning Troy.
aeneid2:481:From the tall ships are ye but newly come?'
aeneid2:482:When he had sayd, and heard no answer made
aeneid2:483:To him againe, wherto he might geve trust,
aeneid2:484:Finding himself chaunced amid his foes,
aeneid2:485:Mazde he withdrew his foote back with his word.
aeneid2:486:Like him that wandring in the bushes thick
aeneid2:487:Tredes on the adder with his rechlesse foote,
aeneid2:488:Rered for wrath, swelling her speckled neck,
aeneid2:489:Dismayd, geves back al sodenly for fere:
aeneid2:490:Androgeus so, feard of that sight, stept back.
aeneid2:491:And we gan rush amid the thickest rout,
aeneid2:492:When here and there we did them overthrow,
aeneid2:493:Striken with dred, unskilfull of the place.
aeneid2:494:Our first labor thus lucked well with us.
aeneid2:495: Chorebus then, encouraged by his chaunce,
aeneid2:496:Rejoysing sayd: `Hold fourth the way of health,
aeneid2:497:My feers, that hap and manhod hath us taught.
aeneid2:498:Change we our shields; the Grekes arms do we on.
aeneid2:499:Craft or manhod with foes, what reckes it which?
aeneid2:500:The slaine to us their armure they shall yeld.'
aeneid2:501:And with that word Androgeus crested helme
aeneid2:502:And the rich armes of his shield did he on;
aeneid2:503:A Grekish swerd he girded by his side.
aeneid2:504:Like gladly Dimas and Ripheus did.
aeneid2:505:The whole youth gan them clad in the new spoiles.
aeneid2:506:Mingled with Grekes, for no good luck to us,
aeneid2:507:We went, and gave many onsets that night,
aeneid2:508:And many a Greke we sent to Plutoes court.
aeneid2:509:Other there fled and hasted to their ships,
aeneid2:510:And to their costes of savegard ran againe.
aeneid2:511:And some there were, for shamefull cowardrie,
aeneid2:512:Clambe up againe unto the hugie horse,
aeneid2:513:And did them hide in his wellknowen womb.
aeneid2:514: Ay me, bootelesse it is for any whight
aeneid2:515:To hope on ought against will o the gods.
aeneid2:516:Loe, where Cassandra, Priams daughter dere,
aeneid2:517:From Pallas chirch was drawn with sparkled tresse,
aeneid2:518:Lifting in vain her flaming eyen to heven:
aeneid2:519:Her eyen, for fast her tender wrestes were bound.
aeneid2:520:Which sight Chorebus raging could not bere,
aeneid2:521:Recklesse of death, but thrust amid the throng,
aeneid2:522:And after we through thickest of the swerdes.
aeneid2:523: Here were we first ybatred with the dartes
aeneid2:524:Of our own feers, from the hye temples top;
aeneid2:525:Wherby of us grete slaughter did ensue,
aeneid2:526:Mistaken by our Grekish armes and crestes.
aeneid2:527:Then flockt the Grekes moved with wrath and ire
aeneid2:528:Of the virgin from them so rescued:
aeneid2:529:The fell Ajax, and either Atrides,
aeneid2:530:And the great band cleped the Dolopes.
aeneid2:531:As wrastling windes, out of dispersed whirl,
aeneid2:532:Befight themselves, the west with southern blast,
aeneid2:533:And gladsome east proud of Auroraes horse;
aeneid2:534:The woods do whiz; and fomy Nereus,
aeneid2:535:Raging in furie, with threeforked mace
aeneid2:536:From bottoms depth doth weltre up the seas:
aeneid2:537:So came the Grekes. And such, as by deceit
aeneid2:538:We sparkled erst in shadow of the night,
aeneid2:539:And drave about our town, appered first.
aeneid2:540:Our fained shields and wepons then they found,
aeneid2:541:And by sound our discoring voice they knew.
aeneid2:542:We went to wreck, with nomber overlayd.
aeneid2:543:And by the hand of Peneleus first
aeneid2:544:Chorebus fel before the altar dead
aeneid2:545:Of armed Pallas, and Rhypheus eke,
aeneid2:546:The justest man among the Troians all,
aeneid2:547:And he that best observed equitie.
aeneid2:548:But otherwise it pleased now the gods.
aeneid2:549:There Hipanis and Dimas both were slaine,
aeneid2:550:Throughpearced with the weapons of their feers.
aeneid2:551:Nor thee, Panthus, when thou wast overthrown,
aeneid2:552:Pitie, nor zele of good devocion,
aeneid2:553:Nor habit yet of Phebus hid from scathe.
aeneid2:554:Ye Troyan ashes, and last flames of mine,
aeneid2:555:I cal in witnesse, that at your last fall
aeneid2:556:I fled no stroke of any Grekish swerd,
aeneid2:557:And if the fates wold I had fallen in fight,
aeneid2:558:That with my hand I did deeserve it wel.
aeneid2:559:With this from thense I was recuiled back,
aeneid2:560:With Iphytus and Pelias alone:
aeneid2:561:Iphytus weke and feble all for age,
aeneid2:562:Pelias lamed by Ulissez hand.
aeneid2:563:To Priams palace crye did cal us then.
aeneid2:564:Here was the fight right hideous to behold,
aeneid2:565:As though there had no battail ben but there,
aeneid2:566:Or slaughter made els where throughout the town.
aeneid2:567:A fight of rage and furie there we saw.
aeneid2:568:The Grekes toward the palace rushed fast,
aeneid2:569:And, coverd with engines, the gates beset,
aeneid2:570:And rered up ladders against the walles;
aeneid2:571:Under the windowes scaling by their steppes,
aeneid2:572:Fenced with sheldes in their left hands, wheron
aeneid2:573:They did receive the dartes, while their right hands
aeneid2:574:Griped for hold th'embatel of the wall.
aeneid2:575:The Troyans on the tother part rend down
aeneid2:576:The turrets hye and eke the palace roofe:
aeneid2:577:With such weapons they shope them to defend,
aeneid2:578:Seing al lost, now at the point of death.
aeneid2:579:The gilt sparres and the beames then threw they down,
aeneid2:580:Of old fathers the proud and royal workes.
aeneid2:581:And with drawn swerds some did beset the gates,
aeneid2:582:Which they did watch, and kepe in routes full thick.
aeneid2:583:Our sprites restorde to rescue the kings house,
aeneid2:584:To help them, and to geve the vanquisht strength.
aeneid2:585:  A postern with a blinde wicket there was,
aeneid2:586:A common trade to passe through Priams house,
aeneid2:587:On the backside wherof wast houses stood:
aeneid2:588:Which way eftsithes, while that our kingdome dured,
aeneid2:589:Th'infortunate Andromache alone
aeneid2:590:Resorted to the parents of her make,
aeneid2:591:With yong Astyanax, his grandsire to see.
aeneid2:592:Here passed I up to the hyest toure,
aeneid2:593:From whense the wretched Troyans did throw down
aeneid2:594:Dartes, spent in wast. Unto a turret then
aeneid2:595:We stept, the which stood in a place aloft,
aeneid2:596:The top wherof did reache wellnere the sterres,
aeneid2:597:Where we were wont all Troye to behold,
aeneid2:598:The Grekish navie, and their tentes also.
aeneid2:599:With instrumentes of iron gan we pick,
aeneid2:600:To seke where we might finde the joyning shronk;
aeneid2:601:From that high seat which we razed and threw down:
aeneid2:602:Which falling gave fourthwith a rushing sound,
aeneid2:603:And large in breadth on Grekish routes it light.
aeneid2:604:But sone an other sort stept in theyr stede;
aeneid2:605:No stone unthrown, nor yet no dart uncast.
aeneid2:606: Before the gate stood Pyrrhus in the porch
aeneid2:607:Rejoysing in his dartes, with glittring armes;
aeneid2:608:Like to the adder with venimous herbes fed,
aeneid2:609:Whom cold winter all bolne hid under ground,
aeneid2:610:And shining bright when she her slough had slong
aeneid2:611:Her slipper back doth rowle, with forked tong
aeneid2:612:And raised brrest lift up against the sun.
aeneid2:613:With that together came great Periphas;
aeneid2:614:Automedon eke, that guided had somtime
aeneid2:615:Achilles horse, now Pyrrhus armure bare;
aeneid2:616:And eke with him the warlike Scyrian youth
aeneid2:617:Assayld the house, and threw flame to the top.
aeneid2:618:And he an axe before the formest raught,
aeneid2:619:Wherwith he gan the strong gates hew and break;
aeneid2:620:From whens he bet the staples out of brasse,
aeneid2:621:He brake the barres, and through the timber pearst
aeneid2:622:So large a hole wherby they might discerne
aeneid2:623:The house, the court, the secret chambers eke
aeneid2:624:Of Priamus and auncient kings of Troy,
aeneid2:625:And armed foes in th'entrie of the gate.
aeneid2:626: But the palace within confounded was
aeneid2:627:With wayling, and with rufull shrikes and cryes;
aeneid2:628:The hollow halles did howle of womens plaint.
aeneid2:629:The clamor strake up to the golden sterres.
aeneid2:630:The frayd mothers, wandring through the wide house,
aeneid2:631:Embracing pillers, did them hold and kisse.
aeneid2:632:Pyrrhus assaileth with his fathers might,
aeneid2:633:Whom the closures ne kepers might hold out.
aeneid2:634:With often pushed ram the gate did shake;
aeneid2:635:The postes beat down, removed from their hookes.
aeneid2:636:By force they made the way, and th'entrie brake.
aeneid2:637:And now the Grekes let in, the formest slew,
aeneid2:638:And the large palace with soldiars gan to fill.
aeneid2:639:Not so fercely doth overflow the feldes
aeneid2:640:The foming flood, that brekes out of his bankes,
aeneid2:641:Whoes rage of waters beares away what heapes
aeneid2:642:Stand in his way, the coates, and eke the herdes,
aeneid2:643:As in th'entrie of slaughter furious
aeneid2:644:I saw Pyrrhus and either Atrides.
aeneid2:645:   There Hecuba I saw, with a hundred moe
aeneid2:646:Of her sons wyves, and priam at the altar,
aeneid2:647:Sprinkling with blood his flame of sacrifice.
aeneid2:648:Fiftie bedchambers of his childrens wyves,
aeneid2:649:With losse of so great hope of his ofspring,
aeneid2:650:The pillers eke proudly beset with gold
aeneid2:651:And with the spoiles of other nations,
aeneid2:652:Fell to the ground; and whatso that with flame
aeneid2:653:Untouched was, the Grekes did all possesse.
aeneid2:654: Parcase yow wold ask what was Priams fate.
aeneid2:655:When of his taken town he saw the chaunce,
aeneid2:656:And the gates of his palace beaten down,
aeneid2:657:His foes amid his secret chambers eke,
aeneid2:658:Th'old man in vaine did on his sholders then,
aeneid2:659:Trembling for age, his curace long disused,
aeneid2:660:His bootelesse swerd he girded him about,
aeneid2:661:And ran amid his foes ready to die.
aeneid2:662:  Amid the court under the heven all bare
aeneid2:663:A great altar there stood, by which there grew
aeneid2:664:An old laurel tree, bowing therunto,
aeneid2:665:Which with his shadow did embrace the gods.
aeneid2:666:Here Hecuba with her yong daughters all
aeneid2:667:About the altar swarmed were in vaine,
aeneid2:668:Like doves that flock together in the storme;
aeneid2:669:The statues of the gods embracing fast.
aeneid2:670:But when she saw Priam had taken there
aeneid2:671:His armure, like as though he had ben yong,
aeneid2:672:`What furious thught, my wretched spouse,' quod she,
aeneid2:673:`Did move thee now such wepons for to weld?
aeneid2:674:Why hastest thow? This time doth not require
aeneid2:675:Such succor, ne yet such defenders now;
aeneid2:676:No, though Hector my son were here againe.
aeneid2:677:Come hether; this altar shall save us all,
aeneid2:678:Or we shall dye together.' Thus she sayd.
aeneid2:679:Wherwith she drew him back to her, and set
aeneid2:680:The aged man down in the holy seat.
aeneid2:681:  But loe, Polites, one of Priams sons,
aeneid2:682:Escaped from the slaughter of Pyrrhus,
aeneid2:683:Comes fleing through the wepons of his foes,
aeneid2:684:Searching all wounded the long galleries
aeneid2:685:And the voyd courtes; whom Pyrrhus all in rage
aeneid2:686:Followed fast to reach a mortal wound,
aeneid2:687:And now in hand wellnere strikes with his spere.
aeneid2:688:Who fleing fourth till he came now in sight
aeneid2:689:Of his parentes, before their face fell down,
aeneid2:690:Yelding the ghost, with flowing streames of blood.
aeneid2:691:Priamus then, although he were half ded,
aeneid2:692:Might not kepe in his wrath, nor yet his words,
aeneid2:693:But cryeth out: `For this thy wicked work,
aeneid2:694:And boldnesse eke such thing to enterprise,
aeneid2:695:If in the heavens any justice be
aeneid2:696:That of such things takes any care or kepe,
aeneid2:697:According thankes the gods may yeld to thee,
aeneid2:698:And send thee eke thy just deserved hyre,
aeneid2:699:That made me see the slaughter of my childe,
aeneid2:700:And with his blood defile the fathers face.
aeneid2:701:But he, by whom thow fainst thy self begot,
aeneid2:702:Achilles, was to priam not so stern.
aeneid2:703:For loe, he tendring my most humble sute
aeneid2:704:The right and faith, my Hectors bloodlesse corps
aeneid2:705:Rendred for to be layd in sepulture,
aeneid2:706:And sent me to my kingdome home againe.'
aeneid2:707:Thus sayd the aged man, and therewithall
aeneid2:708:Forcelesse he cast his weake unweldy dart,
aeneid2:709:Which, repulst from the brasse where it gave dint,
aeneid2:710:Without sound hong vainly in the shieldes bosse.
aeneid2:711:Quod Pyrrhus: `Then thow shalt this thing report.
aeneid2:712:On message to Pelide my father go.
aeneid2:713:Shew unto him my cruel dedes, and how
aeneid2:714:Neoptolem is swarved out of kinde.
aeneid2:715:Now shalt thow dye,' quod he.  And with that word
aeneid2:716:At the altar him trembling gan he draw
aeneid2:717:Wallowing through the blodshed of his son;
aeneid2:718:And his left hand all clasped in his heare,
aeneid2:719:With his right arme drewe fourth his shining sword,
aeneid2:720:Which in his side he thrust up to the hilts.
aeneid2:721:Of Priamus this was the fatal fine,
aeneid2:722:The wofull end that was alotted him.
aeneid2:723:When he had seen his palace all on flame,
aeneid2:724:With ruine of his Troyan turrets eke,
aeneid2:725:That royal prince of Asie, which of late
aeneid2:726:Reignd over so many peoples and realmes,
aeneid2:727:Like a great stock now lieth on the shore;
aeneid2:728:His hed and sholders parted ben in twaine,
aeneid2:729:A body now without renome and fame.
aeneid2:730:  Then first in me entred the grisly feare.
aeneid2:731:Dismayd I was. Wherewith came to my minde
aeneid2:732:The image eke of my dere father, when
aeneid2:733:I thus beheld the king of equal age
aeneid2:734:Yeld up the sprite with wounds so cruelly.
aeneid2:735:Then thought I of Creusa left alone,
aeneid2:736:And of my house in danger of the spoile,
aeneid2:737:And the estate of young Iulus eke.
aeneid2:738:I looked back to seke what nomber then
aeneid2:739:I might discern about me of my feeres;
aeneid2:740:But weried they had left me all alone.
aeneid2:741:Some to the ground were lopen from above,
aeneid2:742:Some in the flame their irked bodies cast.
aeneid2:743:  There was no moe but I left of them all,
aeneid2:744:When that I saw in Vestaes temple sit
aeneid2:745:Dame Helen, lurking in a secret place
aeneid2:746:(Such light the flame did give as I went by,
aeneid2:747:While here and there I cast mine eyen about)
aeneid2:748:For she in dred least that the Troians shold
aeneid2:749:Revenge on her the ruine of their walles,
aeneid2:750:And of the Grekes the cruel wrekes also,
aeneid2:751:The furie eke of her forsaken make,
aeneid2:752:The common bane of Troy, and eke of Grece,
aeneid2:753:Hateful she sate beside the altars hid.
aeneid2:754:Then boyld my brest with flame and burning wrath
aeneid2:755:To revenge my town unto such ruine brought,
aeneid2:756:With worthy peines on her to work my will.
aeneid2:757:Thought I: `Shall she passe to the land of Spart
aeneid2:758:All safe, and see Mycene her native land,
aeneid2:759:And like a quene returne with victorie
aeneid2:760:Home to her spouse, her parentes, and children,
aeneid2:761:Folowed with a traine of Troyan maides,
aeneid2:762:And served with a band of Phrigian slaves;
aeneid2:763:And Priam eke with iron murdred thus,
aeneid2:764:And Troy town consumed all with flame,
aeneid2:765:Whoes shore hath ben so oft forbathed in blood?
aeneid2:766:No, no: for though on wemen the revenge
aeneid2:767:Unsemely is, such conquest hath no fame,
aeneid2:768:To geve an end unto such mischief yet
aeneid2:769:My just revenge shal merit worthy praise;
aeneid2:770:And quiet eke my minde, for to be wroke
aeneid2:771:On her which was the causer of this flame,
aeneid2:772:And satisfie the cinder of my feers.'
aeneid2:773: With furious minde while I did argue thus,
aeneid2:774:My blessed mother then appeard to me,
aeneid2:775:Whom erst so bright mine eyes had never seen,
aeneid2:776:And with pure light she glistred in the night,
aeneid2:777:Disclosing her in forme a goddesse like,
aeneid2:778:As she doth seme to such as dwell in heven.
aeneid2:779:My right hand then she toke, and held it fast,
aeneid2:780:And with her rosie lips thus did she say:
aeneid2:781:`Son, what furie hath thus provoked thee
aeneid2:782:To such untamed wrath? what ragest thou?
aeneid2:783:Or where is now become the care of us?
aeneid2:784:Wilt thou not first go see where thou hast left
aeneid2:785:Anchises, thy father fordone with age?
aeneid2:786:Doth Creusa live, and Ascanius thy son?
aeneid2:787:Whom now the Grekish bands have round beset,
aeneid2:788:And were they not defensed by my cure,
aeneid2:789:Flame had them raught and enmies swerd ere this.
aeneid2:790:Not Helens beautie hatefull unto thee,
aeneid2:791:Nor blamed Paris yet, but the gods wrath
aeneid2:792:Reft yow this wealth, and overthrew your town.
aeneid2:793:Behold, and I shall now the cloude remove
aeneid2:794:Which overcast thy mortal sight doth dim,
aeneid2:795:Whoes moisture doth obscure all thinges about:
aeneid2:796:And fere not thow to do thy mothers will,
aeneid2:797:Nor her advise refuse thow to performe.
aeneid2:798:Here where thow seest the turrets overthrown,
aeneid2:799:Stone bet from stone, smoke rising mixt with dust,
aeneid2:800:Neptunus there shakes with his mace the walles
aeneid2:801:And eke the loose foundations of the same,
aeneid2:802:And overwhelms the whole town from his seat.
aeneid2:803:And cruell Juno with the formest here
aeneid2:804:Doth kepe the gate that Scea cleped is,
aeneid2:805:Nere wood for wrath, whereas she standes, and calls
aeneid2:806:In harnesse bright the Grekes out of their ships.
aeneid2:807:And in the turrets hye behold where standes
aeneid2:808:Bright shining Pallas, all in warlike wede,
aeneid2:809:And with her shield where Gorgons hed apperes.
aeneid2:810:And Jupiter my father distributes
aeneid2:811:Avayling strength and courage to the Grekes;
aeneid2:812:Yet overmore, against the Troyan powr,
aeneid2:813:He doth provoke the rest of all the gods.
aeneid2:814:Flee then, my son, and geve this travail end.
aeneid2:815:Ne shall I thee forsake, in savegard till
aeneid2:816:I have thee brought unto thy fathers gate.'
aeneid2:817:This did she say; and therwith gan she hide
aeneid2:818:Her self in shadow of the close night.
aeneid2:819:  Then dredfull figures gan appere to me,
aeneid2:820:And great gods eke agreved with our town.
aeneid2:821:I sawe Troye fall down in burning gledes,
aeneid2:822:Neptunus town clene razed from the soil.
aeneid2:823:Like as the elm forgrown in mountaines hye,
aeneid2:824:Rond hewen with axe, that husbandmen
aeneid2:825:With thick assaltes strive to teare up, doth threat;
aeneid2:826:And hackt beneath trembling doth bend his top,
aeneid2:827:Till yold with strokes, geving the latter crack,
aeneid2:828:Rent from the heighth with ruine it doth fall.
aeneid2:829:  With this I went, and guided by a god
aeneid2:830:I passed through my foes and eke the flame:
aeneid2:831:Their wepons and the fire eke gave me place.
aeneid2:832:And when that I was come before the gates
aeneid2:833:And auncient building of my fathers house,
aeneid2:834:My father, whom I hoped to convey
aeneid2:835:To the next hils, and did him thearto treat,
aeneid2:836:Refused either to prolong his life
aeneid2:837:Or bide exile after the fall of Troy.
aeneid2:838:`All ye', quod he, `in whom yong blood is fresh,
aeneid2:839:Whose strength remaines entier andin full powr,
aeneid2:840:Take ye your flight.
aeneid2:841:For if the gods my lifewold have proroged,
aeneid2:842:They had reserved for me this wonning place.
aeneid2:843:It was enough, alas, and eke to much,
aeneid2:844:To see the town of Troy thus razed ones,
aeneid2:845:To have lived after the citee taken.
aeneid2:846:When ye have sayd, this corps layd out forsake.
aeneid2:847:My hand shall seke my death, and pitie shal
aeneid2:848:Mine enmies move, or els hope of my spoile.
aeneid2:849:As for my grave, I wey the losse but light:
aeneid2:850:For I my yeres, disdainfull to the gods,
aeneid2:851:Have lingred fourth, unable to all nedes,
aeneid2:852:Sins that the sire of gods and king of men
aeneid2:853:Strake me with thonder and with levening blast.'
aeneid2:854:Such things he gan reherse, thus firmly bent.
aeneid2:855:But we besprent with teres; my tender son,
aeneid2:856:And eke my swete Creusa, with the rest
aeneid2:857:Of the houshold, my father gan beseche
aeneid2:858:Not so with him to perish all at ones,
aeneid2:859:Nor so to yeld unto the cruel fate.
aeneid2:860:Which he refused, and stack to his entent.
aeneid2:861: Driven I was to harnesse then againe,
aeneid2:862:Miserably my death for to desire.
aeneid2:863:For what advise or other hope was left?
aeneid2:864:`Father, thoughtst thow that I may ones remove,'
aeneid2:865:Quod I, `a foote, and leave thee here behinde?
aeneid2:866:May such a wrong passe from a fathers mouth?
aeneid2:867:If gods will be, that nothing here be saved
aeneid2:868:Of this great town, and thy minde bent to joyne
aeneid2:869:Both thee and thine to ruine of this town,
aeneid2:870:The way is plaine this death for to atteine.
aeneid2:871:Pyrrhus shall come besprent with Priams blood,
aeneid2:872:That gored the son before the fathers face,
aeneid2:873:And slew the father at the altar eke.
aeneid2:874:O sacred mother, was it then for this
aeneid2:875:That you me led through flame and wepons sharp,
aeneid2:876:That I might in my secret chaumber see
aeneid2:877:Mine enmies; and Ascanius my son,
aeneid2:878:My father, with Creusa my swete wife,
aeneid2:879:Murdred, alas, the one in th'others blood?
aeneid2:880:Why, servants, then, bring me my armes againe.
aeneid2:881:The latter day us vanquished doth call.
aeneid2:882:Render me now to the Grekes sight againe,
aeneid2:883:And let me see the fight begon of new.
aeneid2:884:We shall not all unwroken dye this day.'
aeneid2:885: About me then I girt my swerd again,
aeneid2:886:And eke my shield onmy left sholder cast,
aeneid2:887:And bent me so to rush out of the house.
aeneid2:888:Lo, in my gate my spouse, clasping my feet,
aeneid2:889:Foregainst his father yong Iulus set.
aeneid2:890:`If thow wilt go,' quod she, `and spill thy self,
aeneid2:891:Take us with thee in all that may betide.
aeneid2:892:But as expert if thow in armes have set
aeneid2:893:Yet any hope, then first this house defend,
aeneid2:894:Whereas thy son, and eke thy father dere,
aeneid2:895:And I, sometime thine owne dere wife, ar left.'
aeneid2:896:Her shril loud voice with plaint thus filld the house,
aeneid2:897:When that a sodein monstrous marvel fell.
aeneid2:898:For in their sight and woefull parents armes,
aeneid2:899:Behold, a light out of the butten sprang
aeneid2:900:That in the tip of Iulus cap did stand;
aeneid2:901:With gentle touch whoes harmlesse flame did shine
aeneid2:902:Upon his heare, about his temples spred.
aeneid2:903:And we afraid, trembling for dredfull fere,
aeneid2:904:Bet out the fire from his blasing tresse,
aeneid2:905:And with water gan quench the sacred flame.
aeneid2:906:Anchises glad his eyen lift to the sterres;
aeneid2:907:With handes his voice to heaven thus he bent:
aeneid2:908:`If by praier, almighty Jupiter,
aeneid2:909:Inclined thou mayst be, beholde us then
aeneid2:910:Of ruth; at least, if we so much deserve.
aeneid2:911:Graunt eke thine ayd, father, confirm this thing.'
aeneid2:912:  Scarse had the old man said, when that the hevens
aeneid2:913:With sodein noise thondred on the left hand.
aeneid2:914:Out of the skie, by the dark night there fell
aeneid2:915:A blasting sterre, dragging a brand of flame,
aeneid2:916:Which, with much light gliding on the house top,
aeneid2:917:In the forest of Ida hid her beames;
aeneid2:918:The which full bright cendleing a furrow shone,
aeneid2:919:By a long tract appointing us the way.
aeneid2:920:And round about of brimstone rose a fume.
aeneid2:921:  My father vanquist, then beheld the skies,
aeneid2:922:Spake to the gods, and th'holly sterre adored.
aeneid2:923:`Now, now,' quod he, `no longer I abide.
aeneid2:924:Folow I shall where ye me guide at hand.
aeneid2:925:O native gods, your familie defend!
aeneid2:926:Preserve your line! This warning comes of you,
aeneid2:927:And Troy stands in your protection now.
aeneid2:928:Now geve I place, and wherso that thou goe
aeneid2:929:Refuse I not, my sonne, to be thy feer.'
aeneid2:930:  This did he say; and by that time more clere
aeneid2:931:The cracking flame was heard throughout the walles,
aeneid2:932:And more and more the burning heat drew nere.
aeneid2:933:`Why then, have done, my father dere,' quod I,
aeneid2:934:`Bestride my neck fourthwith, and sit theron,
aeneid2:935:And I shall with my sholders thee susteine;
aeneid2:936:Ne shal this labor do me any dere.
aeneid2:937:What so betide, come perill come welfare,
aeneid2:938:Like to us both and common there shal be.
aeneid2:939:Yong Iulus shall beare me company,
aeneid2:940:And my wife shal follow far of my steppes.
aeneid2:941:Now ye, my servantes, mark well what I say.
aeneid2:942:Without the town ye shall find, on an hill,
aeneid2:943:An old temple there standes, wheras somtime
aeneid2:944:Worship was don to Ceres the goddesse;
aeneid2:945:Biside which growes an aged cipresse tree,
aeneid2:946:Preserved long by our forefathers zele.
aeneid2:947:Behind which place let us together mete.
aeneid2:948:And thou, father, receive into thy handes
aeneid2:949:The reliques all, and the gods of the land,
aeneid2:950:The which it were not lawfull I should touch,
aeneid2:951:That come but late from slaughter and bloodshed,
aeneid2:952:Till I be washed in the running flood.'
aeneid2:953:  When I had sayd these wordes, my sholders brode
aeneid2:954:And laied neck with garments gan I spred,
aeneid2:955:And theron cast a yellow lions skin,
aeneid2:956:And therupon my burden I receive.
aeneid2:957:Yong Iulus, clasped in my right hand,
aeneid2:958:Followeth me fast with unegal pace,
aeneid2:959:And at my back my wife. Thus did we passe
aeneid2:960:By places shadowed mot with the night.
aeneid2:961:And me, whom late the dart which enemies threw
aeneid2:962:Nor preasse of Argive routes could make amazde,
aeneid2:963:Eche whispring wind hath power now to fray,
aeneid2:964:And every sound tomove my doutfull mind,
aeneid2:965:So much I dred my burden and my feer.
aeneid2:966:  And now we gan draw nere unto the gate,
aeneid2:967:Right well escapte the daunger, as me thought,
aeneid2:968:When that at hand a sound of feet we heard.
aeneid2:969:My father then, gazing throughout the dark,
aeneid2:970:Cried on me, `Flee, son! They ar at hand.'
aeneid2:971:With that bright shelds and shene armours I saw.
aeneid2:972:But then I knowe not what unfrendly god
aeneid2:973:My trobled wit from me biraft for fere.
aeneid2:974:For while I ran by the mot secret stretes,
aeneid2:975:Eschuing still the common haunted track,
aeneid2:976:From me catif, alas, bereved was
aeneid2:977:Creusa then, my spouse, I wot not how,
aeneid2:978:Whether by fate, or missing of the way,
aeneid2:979:Or that she was by werinesse reteind.
aeneid2:980:But never sithe these eies might her behold,
aeneid2:981:Nor did I yet perceive that she was lost,
aeneid2:982:Ne never backward turned I my mind,
aeneid2:983:Till we came to the hill wheras there stood
aeneid2:984:The old temple dedicate to Ceres.
aeneid2:985:  And when that we were there assembled all,
aeneid2:986:She was only away, deceiving us,
aeneid2:987:Her spouse, her son, and all her compainie.
aeneid2:988:What god or man did I not then accuse,
aeneid2:989:Nere wood for ire? or what more cruell chaunce
aeneid2:990:Did hap to me in all Troies overthrow?
aeneid2:991:Ascanius to my feeres I then betoke,
aeneid2:992:With Anchises, and eke the Troian gods,
aeneid2:993:And left them hid within a valley depe.
aeneid2:994:And to the town I gan me hye againe,
aeneid2:995:Clad in bright armes, and bent for to renew
aeneid2:996:Aventures past, to search throughout the town,
aeneid2:997:And yeld my hed to perils ones againe.
aeneid2:998:  And first the walles and dark entrie I sought
aeneid2:999:Of the same gate wherat I issued out,
aeneid2:1000:Holding backward the steppes where we had come
aeneid2:1001:In the dark night, loking all round about.
aeneid2:1002:In every place the ugsome sightes I saw,
aeneid2:1003:The silence selfe of night agast my sprite.
aeneid2:1004:From hense againe I past unto our house,
aeneid2:1005:If she by chaunce had ben returned home.
aeneid2:1006:The Grekes were there, and had it all beset.
aeneid2:1007:The wasting fire blown up by drift of wind
aeneid2:1008:Above the roofes; the blazing flame sprang up,
aeneid2:1009:The sound wherof with furie pearst the skies.
aeneid2:1010:To Priams palace and the castel then
aeneid2:1011:I made; and there at Junous sanctuair,
aeneid2:1012:In the void porches, Phenix, Ulisses eke,
aeneid2:1013:Sterne guardens stood, watching of the spoile.
aeneid2:1014:The richesse here were set, reft from the brent
aeneid2:1015:Temples of Troy; the tables of the gods,
aeneid2:1016:The vessells eke that were of massy gold,
aeneid2:1017:And vestures spoild, were gatherd all in heap.
aeneid2:1018:The children orderly and mothers pale for fright
aeneid2:1019:Long ranged on a rowe stode round about.
aeneid2:1020:  So bold wa I to showe my voice that night,
aeneid2:1021:With clepes and cries to fill the stretes throughout,
aeneid2:1022:With Creuse name in sorrow, with vain teres,
aeneid2:1023:And often sithes the same for to repete.
aeneid2:1024:The town restlesse with furie as I sought,
aeneid2:1025:Th'unlucky figure of Creusaes ghost,
aeneid2:1026:Of stature more than wont, stood for mine eyen.
aeneid2:1027:Abashed then I woxe. Therwith my heare
aeneid2:1028:Gan start right up, my voice stack in my throte.
aeneid2:1029:When with such words she gan my hart remove:
aeneid2:1030:`What helps to yeld unto such furious rage,
aeneid2:1031:Sweet spouse?' quod she. `Without wil of the gods
aeneid2:1032:This chaunced not; ne lefull was for thee
aeneid2:1033:To lead away Creusa hense with thee:
aeneid2:1034:The king of the hye heven suffreth it not.
aeneid2:1035:A long exile thou art assigned to bere,
aeneid2:1036:Long to furrow large space of stormy seas:
aeneid2:1037:So shalt thou reach at last Hesperian land,
aeneid2:1038:Wher Lidian Tiber with his gentle streme
aeneid2:1039:Mildly doth flow along the frutfull felds.
aeneid2:1040:There mirthful wealth, there kingdom is for thee,
aeneid2:1041:There a kinges child preparde to be thy make.
aeneid2:1042:For thy beloved Creusa stint thy teres.
aeneid2:1043:For now shal I not see the proud abodes
aeneid2:1044:Of Myrmidons, nor yet of Dolopes;
aeneid2:1045:Ne I, a Troyan lady and the wife
aeneid2:1046:Unto the sonne of Venus the goddesse,
aeneid2:1047:Shall goe a slave to serve the Grekish dames.
aeneid2:1048:Me here the gods great mother holdes.
aeneid2:1049:And now farwell, and kepe in fathers brest
aeneid2:1050:The tender love of thy yong son and myne.'
aeneid2:1051:  This having said, she left me all in teres,
aeneid2:1052:And minding much to speake; but she was gone,
aeneid2:1053:And suttly fled into the weightlesse aire.
aeneid2:1054:Thrise raught I with mine arms t'accoll her neck,
aeneid2:1055:Thrise did my handes vaine hold th'image escape,
aeneid2:1056:Like nimble windes, and like the flieng dreame.
aeneid2:1057:So night spent out, returne I to my feers.
aeneid2:1058:And ther wondring I find together swarmd
aeneid2:1059:A new nomber of mates, mothers and men,
aeneid2:1060:A rout exiled, a wreched multitude,
aeneid2:1061:From eche where flockte together, prest to passe,
aeneid2:1062:With hart and goods, to whatsoever land
aeneid2:1063:By sliding seas me listed them to lede.
aeneid2:1064:And now rose Lucifer above the ridge
aeneid2:1065:Of lusty Ide, and brought the dawning light.
aeneid2:1066:The Grekes held th'entries of the gates beset;
aeneid2:1067:Of help there was no hope. Then gave I place,
aeneid2:1068:Toke up my sire, and hasted to the hill."

aeneid4:1: But now the wounded quene with hevy care,
aeneid4:2:Throughout the veines she norisheth the playe,
aeneid4:3:Surprised with blind flame; and to hir mind
aeneid4:4:Gan eke resort the prowesse of the man
aeneid4:5:And honour of his race; while in her brest
aeneid4:6:Imprinted stack his wordes and pictures forme;
aeneid4:7:Ne to her limmes care graunteth quiet rest.
aeneid4:8:  The next morow with Phebus laump the earth
aeneid4:9:Alightned clere, and eke the dawning day
aeneid4:10:The shadowes dank gan from the poale remove,
aeneid4:11:When all unsound her sister of like minde
aeneid4:12:Thus spake she to: `O sister Ann, what dreames
aeneid4:13:Be these, that me tormented thus afray?
aeneid4:14:What new guest is this that to our realm is come?
aeneid4:15:What one of chere! how stout of hart in armes!
aeneid4:16:Truly I think (ne vain is my belefe)
aeneid4:17:Of goddish race some offspring shold he be:
aeneid4:18:Cowardry notes hartes swarved out of kind.
aeneid4:19:He driven, Lord, with how hard destiny!
aeneid4:20:What battailes eke atchived did he recount!
aeneid4:21:But that my mind is fixt unmoveably
aeneid4:22:Never with wight in wedlock ay to joyne
aeneid4:23:Sith my first love me left by death dissevered,
aeneid4:24:If geniall brands and bed me lothed not,
aeneid4:25:To this one gilt perchaunce yet might I yeld.
aeneid4:26:Anne, for I graunt, sith wretched Sichees death
aeneid4:27:My spouse, and house with brothers slaughter staind.
aeneid4:28:This onely man hath made by sences bend
aeneid4:29:And pricked foorth the mind that gan to slide.
aeneid4:30:Now feelingly I tast the steppes of mine old flame.
aeneid4:31:But first I wish the earth me swalow down,
aeneid4:32:Or with thunder the mighty Lord me send
aeneid4:33:To the pale gostes of hel and darknes deepe,
aeneid4:34:Ere I thee staine, shamefastnes, or thy lawes.
aeneid4:35:He that with me first coppled, tooke away
aeneid4:36:My love with him; enjoy it in his grave.'
aeneid4:37: Thus did she say, and with supprised teares
aeneid4:38:Bained her brest. Whereto Anne thus replied:
aeneid4:39:`O sister, dearer beloved than the lyght,
aeneid4:40:Thy youth alone in plaint still wilt thou spill?
aeneid4:41:New children sweete, ne Venus giftes wilt know?
aeneid4:42:Cinders, thinkest thou, mind this? or graved ghostes?
aeneid4:43:Time of thy doole, thy spouse new dead, I graunt
aeneid4:44:None might the move: no, not the Libian king
aeneid4:45:Nor yet of Tire, Iarbas set so light,
aeneid4:46:And other prines mo whom the rich soile
aeneid4:47:Of Affrick breedes in honours triumphant.
aeneid4:48:Wilt thou also gainstand thy liked love?
aeneid4:49:Comes not to mind upon whoes land thou dwelst?
aeneid4:50:On this side, loe, the Getule town behold,
aeneid4:51:A people bold, unvanquished in warre;
aeneid4:52:Eke the undaunted Numides compasse thee;
aeneid4:53:Also the Sirtes, unfrendly harbroughe;
aeneid4:54:On th'other hand, a desert realme for thurst,
aeneid4:55:The Barceans, whose fury stretcheth wide.
aeneid4:56:What shall I touch the warres that moe from Tire?
aeneid4:57:Or yet thy brothers threates?
aeneid4:58:By Gods purveiaunce it blewe, and Junos helpe,
aeneid4:59:The Troyaynes shippes, I think, to runn this course.
aeneid4:60:Sister, what town shalt thou see this become!
aeneid4:61:Throgh such allie how shal our kingdom rise!
aeneid4:62:And by the aid of Troyane armes how great!
aeneid4:63:How many wayes shal Cartages glorie grow!
aeneid4:64:Thou onely now besech the gods of grace
aeneid4:65:By sacrifice: which ended, to thy house
aeneid4:66:Receve him, and forge causes of abode;
aeneid4:67:Whiles winter frettes the seas, and watry Orion,
aeneid4:68:The shippes shaken, unfrendly the season.'
aeneid4:69:  Such wordes enflamed the kindled mind with love,
aeneid4:70:Loosed al shame, and gave the doubtfull hope.
aeneid4:71:And to the temples first they hast, and seeke
aeneid4:72:By sacrifice for grace, with hogreles of two yeares
aeneid4:73:Chosen, as ought, to Ceres that gave lawes,
aeneid4:74:To Phebus, Bachus, and to Juno chiefe
aeneid4:75:Which hath in care the bandes of mariage.
aeneid4:76:Faire Dido held in her right hand the cup,
aeneid4:77:Which twixt the hornes of a white cowe she shed
aeneid4:78:In presence of the gods, passing before
aeneid4:79:The aulters fatte, which she renewed oft
aeneid4:80:With giftes that day and beastes deboweled,
aeneid4:81:Gasing for counsell on the entrales warme.
aeneid4:82:Ay me, unskilfull mindes of prophesy!
aeneid4:83:Temples or vowes, what boote they in her rage?
aeneid4:84:A gentle flame the mary doth devoure,
aeneid4:85:Whiles in the brest the silent wound keepes life.
aeneid4:86:Unhappy Dido burns, and in her rage
aeneid4:87:Throughout the town she wandreth up and down,
aeneid4:88:Like to the striken hinde with shaft in Crete
aeneid4:89:Throughout the woods which chasing with his dartes
aeneid4:90:Aloofe, the shepheard smiteth at unwares
aeneid4:91:And leaves unwist in her the thirling head,
aeneid4:92:That through the groves and landes glides in her flight;
aeneid4:93:Amid whose side the mortall arrow stickes.
aeneid4:94: Aeneas now about the walles she leades,
aeneid4:95:The town prepared and Cartage welth to shew.
aeneid4:96:Offring to speak, amid her voice, she whistes.
aeneid4:97:And when the day gan faile, new feastes she makes:
aeneid4:98:The Troyes travales to heare anew she listes
aeneid4:99:Inraged al, and stareth in his face
aeneid4:100:That tels the tale. And when they were al gone
aeneid4:101:And the dimme mone doth eft withold the light,
aeneid4:102:And sliding starres provoked unto sleepe,
aeneid4:103:Alone she mournes within her palace voide,
aeneid4:104:And sets her down on her forsaken bed.
aeneid4:105:And absent him she heares, when he is gone,
aeneid4:106:And seeth eke. Oft in her lappe she holdes
aeneid4:107:Ascanius, trapt by his fathers forme,
aeneid4:108:So to begile the love cannot be told.
aeneid4:109:  The turrettes now arise not, erst begonne;
aeneid4:110:Neither the youth weldes armes, nor they avaunce
aeneid4:111:The portes, nor other mete defence for warr.
aeneid4:112:Broken there hang the workes and mighty frames
aeneid4:113:Of walles high raised, threatning the skie.
aeneid4:114:Whom assoone as Joves deare wife sawe infect
aeneid4:115:With such a plage, ne fame resist the rage,
aeneid4:116:Saturnes daughter thus burdes Venus then:
aeneid4:117:`Great praise' quod she, `and worthy spoiles you win,
aeneid4:118:You and your son, great gods of memory,
aeneid4:119:By both your wiles one woman to devower.
aeneid4:120:Yet am not I deceived, that foreknew
aeneid4:121:Ye dread our walles and bildinges gan suspect
aeneid4:122:Of high Cartage. But what shalbe the ende?
aeneid4:123:Or wherunto now serveth such debate?
aeneid4:124:But rather peace and bridale bandes knit we,
aeneid4:125:Sith thou hast spede of that thy heart desired:
aeneid4:126:Dido doth burne with love, rage fretes her boones.
aeneid4:127:This people now, as common to us both,
aeneid4:128:With equal favour let us governe then.
aeneid4:129:Lefull be it to serve a Troyan spouse,
aeneid4:130:And Tirianes yeld to thy right hand in dowre.'
aeneid4:131: To whom Venus replied thus, that knewe
aeneid4:132:Her wordes proceded from a fained minde,
aeneid4:133:To Libian coastes to turne th'empire from Rome:
aeneid4:134:`What wight so fond such offer to refuse?
aeneid4:135:Or yet with thee had lever strive in warr?
aeneid4:136:So be it fortune thy tale bring to effect.
aeneid4:137:But destenies I doubt: least Jove nill graunt
aeneid4:138:That folke of Tyre and such as came from Troye
aeneid4:139:Should hold one town, or graunt these nacions
aeneid4:140:Mingled to be, or joyned ay in leage.
aeneid4:141:Thou art his wife; lefull it is for the
aeneid4:142:For to attempt his fansie by request.
aeneid4:143:Passe on before and folow the I shall.'
aeneid4:144:  Quene Juno then thus tooke her tale againe:
aeneid4:145:`This travaile be it mine: but by what meane
aeneid4:146:Marke, in fewe wordes I shal thee lerne eftsones
aeneid4:147:This worke in hand may now be compassed.
aeneid4:148:Aeneas nowe and wretched Dido eke
aeneid4:149:To the forest a hunting minde to wende,
aeneid4:150:To morne as soon as Titan shall ascend
aeneid4:151:And with his beames hath overspred the world.
aeneid4:152:And whiles the winges of youth do swarm about,
aeneid4:153:And whiles they raunge to oer set the groves,
aeneid4:154:A cloudie showr mingled with haile I shall
aeneid4:155:Poure down, and then with thonder shake the skies.
aeneid4:156:Th'assemble scattered the mist shall cloke.
aeneid4:157:Dido a cave, the Troyan prince the same
aeneid4:158:Shall enter to; and I will be at hand.
aeneid4:159:And if thy will sticke unto mine, I shall
aeneid4:160:In wedlocke sure knit and make her his own.
aeneid4:161:Thus shall the maryage be.'To whose request
aeneid4:162:Without debate Venus did seme to yeld,
aeneid4:163:And smyled soft, as she that found the wyle.
aeneid4:164: Then from the seas the dawning gan arise.
aeneid4:165:The sun once up, the chosen youth gan throng
aeneid4:166:Out at the gates: the hayes so rarely knit,
aeneid4:167:The hunting staves with their brod heads of steele,
aeneid4:168:And of Masile the horsemen fourth they brake;
aeneid4:169:Of senting houndes a kenel huge likewise.
aeneid4:170:And at the threshold of her chaumber dore
aeneid4:171:The Carthage lords did on the quene attend.
aeneid4:172:The trampling steede with gold and purple trapt,
aeneid4:173:chawing the fomie bit, there fercely stood.
aeneid4:174:Then issued she, awayted with great train,
aeneid4:175:Clad in a cloke of Tyre embradred riche.
aeneid4:176:Her quyver hung behinde her backe, her tresse
aeneid4:177:Knotted in gold, her purple vesture eke
aeneid4:178:Butned with golld. The Troyans of her train
aeneid4:179:Before her go, with gladsome Iulus.
aeneid4:180:Aeneas eke, the goodliest of the route,
aeneid4:181:Makes one of them, and joyneth close the throngs:
aeneid4:182:Like when Apollo leaveth Lycia,
aeneid4:183:His wintring place, and Xanthus floods likewise,
aeneid4:184:To viset Delos his mothers mansion,
aeneid4:185:Repairing eft and furnishing her quire;
aeneid4:186:The Candians and folkes of Driopes
aeneid4:187:With pained Agathyrsies shoute and crye
aeneid4:188:Environing the alters roundabout,
aeneid4:189:When that he walks upon mount Cynthus top:
aeneid4:190:His sparkled tresse represt with garlandes soft
aeneid4:191:Of tender leaves, and trussed up in gold;
aeneid4:192:His quivering dartes clattring behinde his back:
aeneid4:193:So fresh and lustie did Aeneas seme,
aeneid4:194:Such lordly port in countenaunce present.
aeneid4:195:  But to the hils and wilde holtes when they came
aeneid4:196:From the rocks top the driven savage rose,
aeneid4:197:Loe from the hill above on th'other side
aeneid4:198:Through the wyde lawnds they gan to take their course.
aeneid4:199:The harts likewise, in troupes taking their flight,
aeneid4:200:Raysing the dust, the mountain fast forsake.
aeneid4:201:The childe Iulus, blithe of his swift steede,
aeneid4:202:Amids the plain now pricks by them, now thes,
aeneid4:203:And to encounter wisheth oft in minde
aeneid4:204:The foming bore in steede of ferefull beasts,
aeneid4:205:Or lion brown might from the hill descend.
aeneid4:206: In the mean while the skies gan rumble sore;
aeneid4:207:In tayle therof a mingled showr with hayle.
aeneid4:208:The Tyrian folk and eke the Troyans youth
aeneid4:209:And Venus nephew the cotages for feare
aeneid4:210:Sought round about; the floods fell from the hils.
aeneid4:211:Dido a den, the Troyan prince the same,
aeneid4:212:Chaunced upon. Our mother then the earth,
aeneid4:213:And Juno that hath charge of mariage,
aeneid4:214:First tokens gave with burning gledes of flame,
aeneid4:215:And privie to the wedlock lightning skies;
aeneid4:216:And the nymphes yelled from the mountains top.
aeneid4:217:Ay me, this was the first day of their mirth,
aeneid4:218:And of their harmes the first occasion eke.
aeneid4:219:Respect of fame no longer her withholdes,
aeneid4:220:Nor museth now to frame her love by stelth.
aeneid4:221:Wedlock she cals it; under the pretence
aeneid4:222:Of which fayre name she cloketh now her faut.
aeneid4:223: Forthwith Fame flieth through the great Libian towns:
aeneid4:224:A mischefe Fame, there is none els so swift:
aeneid4:225:That moving growes, and flitting gathers force;
aeneid4:226:First small for dred, sone after climes the skies,
aeneid4:227:Stayeth on earth, and hides her hed in cloudes.
aeneid4:228:Whom our mother the earth, tempted by wrath
aeneid4:229:Of gods, begat: the last sister (they write)
aeneid4:230:To Caeus, and to Enceladus eke;
aeneid4:231:Spedie of foote, of wyng likewise as swift;
aeneid4:232:A monster huge, and dredfull to descrive.
aeneid4:233:In ever plume that on her body sticks
aeneid4:234:(A thing in dede much marvelous to heare)
aeneid4:235:As many waker eyes lurk underneath,
aeneid4:236:So many mouthes to speake, and listning eares.
aeneid4:237:By night she flies amid the cloudie skie,
aeneid4:238:Shriking by the dark shadow of the earth,
aeneid4:239:Ne doth decline to the swete sleepe her eyes.
aeneid4:240:By day she sits to mark on the house top,
aeneid4:241:Or turretts hye, and the great towns afraies,
aeneid4:242:As mindefull of yll and lyes as blasing truth.
aeneid4:243:This monster blithe with many a tale gan sow
aeneid4:244:This rumor then into the common eares,
aeneid4:245:As well things don as that was never wrought:
aeneid4:246:As, that there comen is to Tyrians court
aeneid4:247:Aeneas, one outsprong of Troyan blood,
aeneid4:248:To whom fair Dido wold her self be wed,
aeneid4:249:And that the while the winter long they passe
aeneid4:250:In foule delight, forgetting charge of reigne,
aeneid4:251:Led against honour with unhonest lust.
aeneid4:252:  This in eche mouth the filthie goddesse spreds,
aeneid4:253:And takes her course to king Hiarbas straight;
aeneid4:254:Kindling his minde, with tales she feedes his wrath.
aeneid4:255:Gotten was he by Ammon Jupiter
aeneid4:256:Upon the ravisht nymph of Garamant.
aeneid4:257:An hundred hugie great temples he built
aeneid4:258:In his farre stretching realmes to Jupiter,
aeneid4:259:Altars as many kept with waking flame
aeneid4:260:A watche alwayes upon the gods to tend;
aeneid4:261:The floores embrude with yelded blood of beastes,
aeneid4:262:And threshold spred with garlands of strange hue.
aeneid4:263:He wood of minde, kindled by bitter brute,
aeneid4:264:Tofore th'altars in presence of the gods,
aeneid4:265:With reared hands gan humbly Jove entreate:
aeneid4:266:`Almighty God,whom the Moores nacion,
aeneid4:267:Fed at rich tables, presenteth with wine,
aeneid4:268:Seest thou these things? or feare we thee in vaine
aeneid4:269:When thou lettest flye thy thonder from the cloudes?
aeneid4:270:Or do those flames with vaine noyse us affray?
aeneid4:271:A woman that wandring in our coastes hath bought
aeneid4:272:A plot for price, where she a citie set,
aeneid4:273:To whom we gave the strond for to manure
aeneid4:274:And lawes to rule her town: our wedlock lothed,
aeneid4:275:Hath chose Aeneas to commaund her realme.
aeneid4:276:That Paris now, with his unmanly sorte,
aeneid4:277:With mitred hats, with oynted bush and beard,
aeneid4:278:His rape enjoyth; whiles to thy temples we
aeneid4:279:Our offrings bring, and folow rumors vaine.'
aeneid4:280: Whom praing in such sort, and griping eke
aeneid4:281:The altars fast, the mighty father heard;
aeneid4:282:And writhed his loke toward the royal walls
aeneid4:283:And lovers eke forgetting their good name.
aeneid4:284:To Mercurie then gave he thus in charge:
aeneid4:285:`Hense son in hast, and call to thee the windes:
aeneid4:286:Slide with thy plumes, and tell the Troyan prince
aeneid4:287:That now in Carthage loytreth, rechlesse
aeneid4:288:Of the towns graunted him by desteny:
aeneid4:289:Swift through the skies see thow these words convey.
aeneid4:290:His faire mother behight him not to us
aeneid4:291:Such one to be, ne therefore twyse him saved
aeneid4:292:From Grekish arms; but such a one
aeneid4:293:As mete might seme great Italie to rule,
aeneid4:294:Dreedfull in arms, charged with seigniorie,
aeneid4:295:Shewing in profe his worthy Teucrian race,
aeneid4:296:And under lawes the whole world to subdue.
aeneid4:297:If glorie of such things nought him enflame,
aeneid4:298:Ne that he listes seke honour by som paine,
aeneid4:299:The towers yet of Rome, being his sire,
aeneid4:300:Doth he envie to yong Ascanius?
aeneid4:301:What mindeth he to frame? or on what hope
aeneid4:302:In enmies land doth he make hys abode,
aeneid4:303:Ne his offspring in Italie regardes,
aeneid4:304:Ne yet the land of Lavin doth behold?
aeneid4:305:Bid him make sayle: have here the sum and end.
aeneid4:306:Our message thus report.' When Jove had sayd,
aeneid4:307:Then Mercurie gan bend him to obey
aeneid4:308:His mightie fathers will; and to his heeles
aeneid4:309:His golden wings he knits, which him transport
aeneid4:310:With a light winde above the earth and seas.
aeneid4:311:And then with him his wande he toke, whereby
aeneid4:312:He calles from hell pale gostes, and other some
aeneid4:313:Thether also he sendeth comfortlesse;
aeneid4:314:Wherby he forceth sleepes, and them bereves,
aeneid4:315:And mortall eyes he closeth up in deth.
aeneid4:316:By power wherof he drives the wines away,
aeneid4:317:And passeth eke amid the troubled cloudes
aeneid4:318:Till in his flight he gan descrie the top
aeneid4:319:And the stepe flankes of rocky Atlas hill
aeneid4:320:That with his crowne susteines the welkin up;
aeneid4:321:Whose head forgrowen with pine, circled alway
aeneid4:322:With misty cloudes, beaten with wind and storme;
aeneid4:323:His shoulders spred with snow, and from his chin
aeneid4:324:The springes descend, his beard frosen with yse.
aeneid4:325:Here Mercury with equal shining winges
aeneid4:326:First touched, and, with body headling bente,
aeneid4:327:To the water thence tooke he his discent,
aeneid4:328:Like to the foule that endlong costes and strondes,
aeneid4:329:Swarming with fysh, flyes sweping by the sea.
aeneid4:330:Cutting betwixt the windes and Libian landes,
aeneid4:331:From his graundfather by the mothers side,
aeneid4:332:Cillenes child so came, and then alight
aeneid4:333:Upon the houses with his winged feete,
aeneid4:334:To fore the towers, where he Aeneas saw
aeneid4:335:Foundacions cast, arering lodges new,
aeneid4:336:Girt with a swearde of jasper starry bright;
aeneid4:337:A shining parel, flamed with stately die
aeneid4:338:Of Tirian purple, hong his shoulders down,
aeneid4:339:The gift and work of wealthy Didoes hand,
aeneid4:340:Stripped throughout with a thin thred of gold.
aeneid4:341:   Thus he encounters him: `O careles wight
aeneid4:342:Both of thy realme and of thine own affaires:
aeneid4:343:A wifebound man now dost thou reare the walles
aeneid4:344:Of high Cartage, to build a goodly town?
aeneid4:345:From the bright skies the ruler of the gods
aeneid4:346:Sent me to thee, that with his beck commaundes
aeneid4:347:Both heven and earth; in hast he gave me charge
aeneid4:348:Through the light aire this message thee to say:
aeneid4:349:What framest thou? or on what hope thy time
aeneid4:350:In idleness doth wast in Affrick land?
aeneid4:351:Of so great things if nought the fame thee stirr,
aeneid4:352:Ne list by travaile honour to pursue,
aeneid4:353:Ascanius yet, that waxeth fast behold
aeneid4:354:And the hope of Iulus seede thine heir,
aeneid4:355:To whom the realme of Italy belonges
aeneid4:356:And soile of Rome.' When Mercury had said,
aeneid4:357:Amid his tale far of from mortall eyes
aeneid4:358:Into light aire he vanisht out of sight.
aeneid4:359:  Aeneas, with that vision striken domm,
aeneid4:360:Well nere bestraught, upstart his heare for dread;
aeneid4:361:Amid his throtal his voice likewise gan stick.
aeneid4:362:For to depart by flight he longeth now,
aeneid4:363:And the sweet land to leave, astoined sore
aeneid4:364:With this advise and message of the gods.
aeneid4:365:What may he do, alas? or by what words
aeneid4:366:Dare he persuade the raging quene in love?
aeneid4:367:Or in what sort may he his tale beginne?
aeneid4:368:Now here now there his recklesse minde gan run
aeneid4:369:And diversly him drawes, discoursing all.
aeneid4:370:After long doutes this sentence semed best:
aeneid4:371:Mnestheus first, and strong Cloanthus eke,
aeneid4:372:He calles to him, with Sergest; unto whom
aeneid4:373:He gave in charge his navie secretly
aeneid4:374:For to prepare, and drive to the sea coast
aeneid4:375:His people, and their armour to addresse,
aeneid4:376:And for the cause of change to faine excuse;
aeneid4:377:And that he, when good Dido least foreknew
aeneid4:378:Or did suspect so great a love could break,
aeneid4:379:Wold wait his time to speke therof most meete,
aeneid4:380:The nearest way to hasten his entent.
aeneid4:381:Gladly his wil and biddings they obey.
aeneid4:382:  Ful soone the quene this crafty sleight gan smell,
aeneid4:383:(Who can deceive a lover in forecast?)
aeneid4:384:And first foresaw the motions for to come,
aeneid4:385:Things most assured fearing; unto whom
aeneid4:386:That wicked Fame reported how to flight
aeneid4:387:Was armde the fleet, all redy to avale.
aeneid4:388:Then ill bested of counsell rageth she,
aeneid4:389:And whisketh through the town like Bachus nunne,
aeneid4:390:As Thias stirres, the sacred rites begon,
aeneid4:391:And when the wonted third yeres sacrifice
aeneid4:392:Doth prick her fourth, hering Bachus name hallowed,
aeneid4:393:And that the festful night of Citheron
aeneid4:394:Doth call her fourth with noyes of dauncing.
aeneid4:395: At length her self bordeth Aeneas thus:
aeneid4:396:`Unfaithfull wight, to cover such a fault
aeneid4:397:Coldest thou hope? unwist to leve my land?
aeneid4:398:Not thee our love, nor yet right hand betrothed,
aeneid4:399:Ne cruell death of Dido may withhold?
aeneid4:400:But that thou wilt in winter shippes prepare,
aeneid4:401:And trie the seas in broile of whorling windes?
aeneid4:402:What if the land thou seekest were not straunge,
aeneid4:403:If not unknowen, or auncient Troye yet stoode,
aeneid4:404:In rouch seas yet should Troye towne be sought?
aeneid4:405:Shunnest thou me? By these teares and right hand,
aeneid4:406:(For nought els have I wretched lefte my selfe)
aeneid4:407:By our spousals and mariage begonne,
aeneid4:408:If I of thee deserved ever well
aeneid4:409:Or thing of mine were ever to thee leefe,
aeneid4:410:Rue on this realme whoes ruine is at hand!
aeneid4:411:If ought be left that prayer may availe,
aeneid4:412:I thee beseche to do away this minde.
aeneid4:413:The Libians and tirans of Nomadane
aeneid4:414:For thee me hate; my Tirians eke for thee
aeneid4:415:Ar wroth; by thee my shamefastnes eke stained,
aeneid4:416:And good renoume, wherby up to the starres
aeneid4:417:Perelesse I clame. To whom wilt thou me leave,
aeneid4:418:Redy to dye, my swete guest? sith this name
aeneid4:419:Is all as nowe that of a spouse remaines.
aeneid4:420:But wherto now shold I prolong my death?
aeneid4:421:What? until my brother Pigmalion
aeneid4:422:Beate downe my walles? or the Getulian king
aeneid4:423:Hiarbas yet captive lead me away?
aeneid4:424:Before thy flight a child had I ones borne,
aeneid4:425:Or sene a yong Aeneas in my court
aeneid4:426:Play up and down, that might present thy face,
aeneid4:427:All utterly I could not seeme forsaken.'
aeneid4:428:  Thus sayd the quene. He, to the gods advise,
aeneid4:429:Unmoved held his eyes, and in his brest
aeneid4:430:Represt his care, and strove against his wil.
aeneid4:431:And these few wordes at last then forth he cast:
aeneid4:432:`Never shall I denie, quene, thy deserte
aeneid4:433:Greater than thou in wordes may well expresse.
aeneid4:434:To thinke on thee ne irke me aye it shall
aeneid4:435:Whiles of my selfe I shall have memory,
aeneid4:436:And whiles the spirit these limmes of mine shal rule.
aeneid4:437:For present purpose somwhat shal I say.
aeneid4:438:Never ment I to clok the same by stealth
aeneid4:439:(Sclaunder me not), ne to escape by flight.
aeneid4:440:Nor I to thee pretended mariage,
aeneid4:441:Ne hyther cam to joine me in such leage.
aeneid4:442:If desteny at mine own liberty
aeneid4:443:To lead my life would have permitted me
aeneid4:444:After my wil my sorow to redoub,
aeneid4:445:Troy and the remainder of our folke
aeneid4:446:Restore I shold, and with these scaped handes
aeneid4:447:The walles againe unto the vanquished
aeneid4:448:And palace high of Priam eke repaire.
aeneid4:449:But now Apollo called Grineus
aeneid4:450:And prophecies of Licia me advise
aeneid4:451:To sease upon the realme of Italy;
aeneid4:452:That is my love, my country, and my land.
aeneid4:453:If Cartage turrettes thee, Phenician borne,
aeneid4:454:And of a Libian town the sight deteine,
aeneid4:455:To us Troyans why doest thou then envy
aeneid4:456:In Italy to make our risting seat?
aeneid4:457:Lefull is eeke for us straunge realmes to seeke.
aeneid4:458:As ofte as night doth cloke with shadowes danke
aeneid4:459:The earth, as oft as flaming starres apere,
aeneid4:460:The troubled ghost of my father Anchises
aeneid4:461:So oft in sleepe doth fray me and advise
aeneid4:462:The wronged hed by me of my deare sonne,
aeneid4:463:Whom I defraud of the Hisperian crown
aeneid4:464:And landes alotted him by desteny.
aeneid4:465:The messenger eke of the gods but late
aeneid4:466:Sent down from Jove (I sware by eyther hed)
aeneid4:467:Passing the ayre, did this to me report.
aeneid4:468:In bright day light the god my selfe I saw
aeneid4:469:Entre these walles, and with these eares him heard.
aeneid4:470:Leve then with plaint to vexe both the and me.
aeneid4:471:Against my will to Italy I go.'
aeneid4:472:  Whiles in this sort he did his tale pronounce,
aeneid4:473:With wayward looke she gan him ay behold,
aeneid4:474:And roling eyes that moved to and fro,
aeneid4:475:With silent looke discoursing over al.
aeneid4:476:And foorth in rage at lst thus gan she brayde:
aeneid4:477:`Faithlesse, forsworn, ne goddesse was thy dam,
aeneid4:478:Nor Dardanus beginner of thy race,
aeneid4:479:But of hard rockes mount Caucase monstruous
aeneid4:480:Bred thee, and teates of tyger gave thee suck.
aeneid4:481:But what should I dissemble now my chere,
aeneid4:482:Or me reserve to hope of greater things?
aeneid4:483:Mindes he our teares or ever moved his eyen?
aeneid4:484:Wept he for ruth, or pitied he our love?
aeneid4:485:What shall I set before, or where begin?
aeneid4:486:Juno nor Jove with just eyes this beholds.
aeneid4:487:Faith is no where in suretie to be found.
aeneid4:488:Did I not him, thrown up upon my shore,
aeneid4:489:In neede receive, and fonded eke invest
aeneid4:490:Of halfe my realme? his navie lost repair?
aeneid4:491:From deathes daunger his fellowes eke defend?
aeneid4:492:Ay me, with rage and furies loe I drive!
aeneid4:493:Apollo now, now Lycian prophesies,
aeneid4:494:Another while the messenger of gods,
aeneid4:495:(He sayes) sent down from mighty Jove himself,
aeneid4:496:The dredfull charge amid the skies hath brought.
aeneid4:497:As though that were the travil of the gods
aeneid4:498:Or such a care their quietnes might move.
aeneid4:499:I hold thee not, nor yet gainsay thy words:
aeneid4:500:To Italie passe on by helpe of windes,
aeneid4:501:And through the floods go searche thy kingdom new.
aeneid4:502:If ruthfull gods have any power, I trust
aeneid4:503:Amid the rocks thy guerdon thou shalt finde,
aeneid4:504:When thou shalt clepe full oft on Didos name.
aeneid4:505:With burial brandes I absent shall thee chase,
aeneid4:506:And when cold death from lie these lims devides,
aeneid4:507:My gost eche where shall still on thee awaite.
aeneid4:508:Thou shalt abye, and I shall here thereof;
aeneid4:509:Among the soules below thy brute shall come.'
aeneid4:510: With such like wordes she cut of half her tale,
aeneid4:511:With pensive hart abandoning the light,
aeneid4:512:And from his sight her self gan farre remove,
aeneid4:513:Forsaking him, that many things in fere
aeneid4:514:Imagened, and did prepare to say.
aeneid4:515:Her swouning lims her damsells gan releve,
aeneid4:516:And to her chamber bare of marble stone,
aeneid4:517:And layd her on her bed with tapets spred.
aeneid4:518: But just Aeneas, though he did desire
aeneid4:519:With comfort swet her sorows to appease
aeneid4:520:And with his words to banish all her care,
aeneid4:521:Wailing her much, with great love overcome,
aeneid4:522:The gods will yet he woorketh, and resortes
aeneid4:523:Unto his navie, where the Troyans fast
aeneid4:524:Fell to their worke, from the shore to unstock
aeneid4:525:High rigged ships. Now fleetes the talowed kele.
aeneid4:526:Their oares with leaves yet grene from wood they bring,
aeneid4:527:And mastes unshave, for hast to take their flight.
aeneid4:528:You might have sene them throng out of the town
aeneid4:529:Like ants, when they do spoile the bing of corn,
aeneid4:530:For winters dred, which they beare to their den,
aeneid4:531:When the black swarm creeps over all the fields,
aeneid4:532:And thwart the grasse by strait pathes drags their pray;
aeneid4:533:The great graines then som on their shoulders trusse,
aeneid4:534:Some drive the troupe, som chastice eke the slow,
aeneid4:535:That with their travaile chafed is eche pathe.
aeneid4:536: Beholding this, what thught might Dido have?
aeneid4:537:What sighes gave she? when from her towers hye
aeneid4:538:The large coasts she saw haunted with Troyans workes,
aeneid4:539:And in her sight the seas with dib confounded.
aeneid4:540:O witlesse love, what thing is that to do
aeneid4:541:A mortal minde thou canst not force thereto!
aeneid4:542:Forced she is to teares ay to returne,
aeneid4:543:With new requestes, to yeld her hart to love.
aeneid4:544:And least she should before her causelesse death
aeneid4:545:Leave any thing untried, `O sister Anne,'
aeneid4:546:Quoth she, `behold the whole coast round about,
aeneid4:547:How they prepare assembled every where;
aeneid4:548:The streming sailes abiding but for wynde;
aeneid4:549:The shipmen crowne theyr ships with bows for joy.
aeneid4:550:O sister, if so great a sorow I
aeneid4:551:Mistrusted had, it were more light to beare.
aeneid4:552:Yet nathelesse this for me wretched wight,
aeneid4:553:Anne, shalt thou do, for faithles, thee alone
aeneid4:554:He reverenced, thee eke his secretes tolde.
aeneid4:555:The metest time thou knewest to borde the man.
aeneid4:556:To my proud foe thus sister humbly say:
aeneid4:557:I with the Grekes within the port Aulide
aeneid4:558:Conjured not the Troyans to destroy,
aeneid4:559:Nor to the walles of Troy yet sent my fleete,
aeneid4:560:Nor cynders of his father Anchises
aeneid4:561:Disturbed have out of his sepulture.
aeneid4:562:Why lettes he not my wordes sinke in his eares
aeneid4:563:So harde to overtreate? whither whirles he?
aeneid4:564:This last boone yet graunt he to wretched love:
aeneid4:565:Prosperous windes for to depart with ease
aeneid4:566:Let him abide. The foresayde mariage now,
aeneid4:567:That he betraied, I do not him require,
aeneid4:568:Nor that he should faire Italy forgo.
aeneid4:569:Neither I would he should his kingdom leave:
aeneid4:570:Quiet I aske, and a time of delay,
aeneid4:571:And respite eke my furye to asswage,
aeneid4:572:Til my mishap teach me all comfortlesse
aeneid4:573:How far to wayle my grief. This latter grace
aeneid4:574:Sister I crave; have thou remorse of me:
aeneid4:575:Whiche, if thou shalt vouchsafe, with heapes I shall
aeneid4:576:Leave by my death redoubled unto thee.'
aeneid4:577:  Moisted with teares thus wretched gan she playne;
aeneid4:578:Which Anne reportes, and answere bringes againe.
aeneid4:579:Nought teares him move, ne yet to any wordes
aeneid4:580:He can be framed with gentle minde to yelde.
aeneid4:581:The werdes withstande, and God stops his meke eares.
aeneid4:582:Like to the aged boysteous bodied oke,
aeneid4:583:The which among the Alpes the northerne windes
aeneid4:584:Blowying now from this quarter now from that
aeneid4:585:Betwixt them strive to overwhelme with blastes;
aeneid4:586:The whistlyng ayre among the braunches rores,
aeneid4:587:Which all at once bow to the earth ther croppes,
aeneid4:588:The stock once smit, whiles in the rockes the tree
aeneid4:589:Stickes fast; and loke, how hye to the heaven her toppe
aeneid4:590:Reares up, so deepe her roote spredes down to hell:
aeneid4:591:So was this lorde now here now there beset
aeneid4:592:With wordes, in whose stout brest wrought many cares.
aeneid4:593: But still his minde in one remaines, in vaine
aeneid4:594:The teares were shed. Then Dido frayde of fates,
aeneid4:595:Wisheth for death, irked to see the skyes.
aeneid4:596:And that she might the rather worke her will
aeneid4:597:And leave the light (a grisely thing to tell),
aeneid4:598:Upon the altars burnyng full of cense
aeneid4:599:When she set giftes of sacrifice, she saw
aeneid4:600:The holy water stocks waxe blacke within;
aeneid4:601:The wine eke shed, chaunge into filthy gore.
aeneid4:602:This she to none, not to her sister told.
aeneid4:603:A marble temple in her palace eke
aeneid4:604:In memory of her old spouse there stood,
aeneid4:605:In great honour and worship which she held,
aeneid4:606:With snowwhite clothes deckt and with bows of feast;
aeneid4:607:Wherout was heard her husbandes voyce and speche
aeneid4:608:Cleping for her, when dark night hid the earth.
aeneid4:609:And oft the owle with rufull song complaind
aeneid4:610:From the house top, drawing long dolefull tunes.
aeneid4:611:And many things, forspoke by prophets past,
aeneid4:612:With dredfull warning gan her now affray;
aeneid4:613:And stern Aeneas semed in her slepe
aeneid4:614:To chase her stil about, distraught in rage;
aeneid4:615:And still her thought that she was left alone
aeneid4:616:Uncompanied great viages to wende,
aeneid4:617:In desert land her Tyrian folk to seeke:
aeneid4:618:Like Pentheus, that in his madnes saw
aeneid4:619:Swarming in flocks the furies all of hell,
aeneid4:620:Two suns remove, and Thebes town shew twain;
aeneid4:621:Or like Orestes Agamemnons son,
aeneid4:622:In tragedies who represented aye
aeneid4:623:Driven about, that from his mother fled
aeneid4:624:Armed with brands, and eke with serpents black;
aeneid4:625:That sitting found within the temples porche
aeneid4:626:The uglie furies his slaughter to revenge.
aeneid4:627: Yelden to wo, when phrensie had her caught,
aeneid4:628:Within her selfe then gan she well debate,
aeneid4:629:Full bent to dye, the time and eke the meane;
aeneid4:630:And to her wofull sister thus she sayd,
aeneid4:631:In outward chere dissembling her entent,
aeneid4:632:Presenting hope under a semblant glad:
aeneid4:633:`Sister rejoyce, for I have found the way
aeneid4:634:Him to returne, or lose me from his love.
aeneid4:635:Toward the end of the great ocean flood
aeneid4:636:Where as the wandring sun discendeth hence.
aeneid4:637:In the extremes of Ethiope, is a place
aeneid4:638:Where huge Atlas doth on his sholders turne
aeneid4:639:The sphere so rund, with flaming starres beset;
aeneid4:640:Borne of Massyle I heare, should be a nunne
aeneid4:641:That of th'Hesperian sisters temple old
aeneid4:642:And of their goodly garden keper was,
aeneid4:643:That geves unto the dragon eke his foode,
aeneid4:644:That on the tree preserves the holy fruit,
aeneid4:645:That honie moyst and sleping poppey castes.
aeneid4:646:This woman doth avaunt, by force of charme,
aeneid4:647:What hart she list to set at libertie,
aeneid4:648:And other some to perce with hevy cares,
aeneid4:649:In running flood to stop the waters course,
aeneid4:650:And eke the sterres their mevings to reverse,
aeneid4:651:T'assemble eke the gostes that walk by night;
aeneid4:652:Under thy feete th'earth thou shalt behold
aeneid4:653:Tremble and rore, the okes come from the hill.
aeneid4:654:The gods and thee dere sister, now I call
aeneid4:655:In witnes, and thy hed to me so sweete:
aeneid4:656:To magike artes against my will I bend.
aeneid4:657:Right secretly within our inner court
aeneid4:658:In open ayre reare up a stack of wood,
aeneid4:659:And hang theron the weapon of this man,
aeneid4:660:The which he left within my chamber sticke.
aeneid4:661:His weedes dispoiled all, and bridal bed,
aeneid4:662:Wherein, alas sister, I found my bane,
aeneid4:663:Charge thereupon; for so the nunne commaundes,
aeneid4:664:To do away what did to him belong,
aeneid4:665:Of that false wight that might remembraunce bring.'
aeneid4:666:  Then whisted she; the pale her face gan staine,
aeneid4:667:Ne could yet Anne beleve her sister ment
aeneid4:668:To cloke her death by this new sacrifice,
aeneid4:669:Nor in her brest such furie did conceive;
aeneid4:670:Neither doth she now dred more grevous thing
aeneid4:671:Then folowed Sichees death; wherefore
aeneid4:672:She put her will in ure. But then the quene,
aeneid4:673:When that the stak of wood was reared up
aeneid4:674:Under the ayre within the inward court,
aeneid4:675:With cloven oke and billettes made of fyrre,
aeneid4:676:With garlandes she doth all beset the place,
aeneid4:677:And with grene bows eke crown the funerall;
aeneid4:678:And therupon his wedes and swerd yleft,
aeneid4:679:And on a bed his picture she bestowes,
aeneid4:680:As she that well foreknew what was to come.
aeneid4:681:The altars stande about, and eke the nunne
aeneid4:682:With sparkeled tresse, the which thre hundred gods
aeneid4:683:With a loude voice doth thunder out at once.
aeneid4:684:Erebus the grisely, and Chaos huge,
aeneid4:685:And eke the threefolde goddesse Hecate,
aeneid4:686:And three faces of Diana the virgin;
aeneid4:687:And sprinkles eke the water counterfet
aeneid4:688:Like unto blacke Avernus lake in hell.
aeneid4:689:And springyng herbes reapt up with brasen sithes
aeneid4:690:Were sought, after the right course of the moone,
aeneid4:691:The venim blacke intermingled with milke;
aeneid4:692:The lumpe of fleshe twene the new born foales eyen
aeneid4:693:To reve, that winneth from the damme her love.
aeneid4:694:She with the mole all in her handes devout
aeneid4:695:Stode neare the aulter, bare of the one foote,
aeneid4:696:With vesture loose, the bandes unlaced all;
aeneid4:697:Bent for to dye, calls the gods to recorde,
aeneid4:698:And gilty starres eke of her desteny.
aeneid4:699:And if there were any god that had care
aeneid4:700:Of lovers hartes not moved with love alike,
aeneid4:701:Him she requires of justice to remember.
aeneid4:702:  It was then night; the sounde and quiet slepe
aeneid4:703:Had through the earth the weried bodyes caught;
aeneid4:704:The woodes, the ragyng seas were falne to rest;
aeneid4:705:When that the starres had halfe their course declined;
aeneid4:706:The feldes whist; beastes and fowles of divers hue,
aeneid4:707:And what so that in the brode lakes remainde
aeneid4:708:Or yet among the bushy thickes of bryar
aeneid4:709:Laide down to slepe by silence of the night,
aeneid4:710:Gan swage their cares, mindlesse of travels past.
aeneid4:711:Not so the spirite of this Phenician:
aeneid4:712:Unhappy she, that on no slepe could chance,
aeneid4:713:Nor yet nightes rest enter in eye or brest.
aeneid4:714:Her cares redoble; love doth rise and rage againe,
aeneid4:715:And overflowes with swellyng stormes of wrath.
aeneid4:716:Thus thinkes she then, this roules she in her mind:
aeneid4:717:`What shall I do? shall I now beare the scorne
aeneid4:718:For to assaye mine olde woers againe,
aeneid4:719:And humbly yet a Numid spouse require
aeneid4:720:Whose mariage I have so oft disdayned?
aeneid4:721:The Troyan navy and Teucrian vile commaundes
aeneid4:722:Folow shall I? as though it shoulde availe
aeneid4:723:That whilom by my helpe they were releved.
aeneid4:724:Or for because with kinde and mindfull folke
aeneid4:725:Right well doth sit the passed thankefull dede?
aeneid4:726:Who would me suffer (admit this were my will)
aeneid4:727:Or me scorned to their proude shippes receive?
aeneid4:728:Oh wo begone: full little knowest thou yet
aeneid4:729:The broken othes of Laomedons kinde!
aeneid4:730:What then? alone on mery mariners
aeneid4:731:Shall I awaite? or borde them with my power
aeneid4:732:Of Tyrians assembled me about?
aeneid4:733:And such as I with travaile brought from Tyre
aeneid4:734:Drive to the seas, and force them saile againe?
aeneid4:735:But rather dye, even as thou has deserved,
aeneid4:736:And to this wo with iron geve thou ende.
aeneid4:737:And thou, sister, first vanquisht with my teares,
aeneid4:738:Thou in my rage with all these mischiefes first
aeneid4:739:Didst burden me, and yelde me to my foe.
aeneid4:740:Was it not graunted me, from spousals free,
aeneid4:741:Like to wilde beastes, to live without offence,
aeneid4:742:Without taste of such cares? Is there no fayth
aeneid4:743:Reserved to the cinders of Sychee?'
aeneid4:744:  Such great complaints brake forth out of her brest,
aeneid4:745:Whiles Aeneas full minded to depart,
aeneid4:746:All thinges prepared, slept in the poupe on high.
aeneid4:747:To whom in slepe the wonted godheds forme
aeneid4:748:Gan aye appere, returnying in like shape
aeneid4:749:As semed him, and gan him thus advise,
aeneid4:750:Like unto Mercury in voyce and hue,
aeneid4:751:With yelow bushe, and comely lymmes of youth:
aeneid4:752:`O goddesse sonne, in such case canst thou sleepe?
aeneid4:753:Ne yet bestraught the daungers doest forsee
aeneid4:754:That compasse thee? nor hearst the faire windes blowe?
aeneid4:755:Dido in minde roules vengeance and desceite;
aeneid4:756:Determd to dye, swelles with unstable ire.
aeneid4:757:Wilt thou not flee whiles thou hast time of flight?
aeneid4:758:Straight shalt thou see the seas covered with sayles,
aeneid4:759:The blasyng brondes, the shore all spred with flame
aeneid4:760:And if the morow steale upon thee here.
aeneid4:761:Come of, have done, set all delay aside,
aeneid4:762:For full of change these women be alway.'
aeneid4:763:This sayd, in the dark night he gan him hide.
aeneid4:764:  Aeneas of this sodain vision
aeneid4:765:Adred, starts up out of his sleepe in hast,
aeneid4:766:Cals up his feers: `Awake! get up my men!
aeneid4:767:Abord your ships, and hoyse up sayl with speede
aeneid4:768:A god me wills, sent from above againe
aeneid4:769:To hast my flight and writhen cabels cut.
aeneid4:770:Oh holy god, what so thou art, we shall
aeneid4:771:Folow thee, and all blithe obey thy will.
aeneid4:772:Be at our hand, and frendly us assist!
aeneid4:773:Addresse the sterres with prosperous influence!'
aeneid4:774:And with that word his glistering sword unshethes,
aeneid4:775:With which drawen he the cabels cut in twaine.
aeneid4:776:The like desire the rest embraced all.
aeneid4:777:All thing in hast they cast and fourth they whurle.
aeneid4:778:The shores they leave, with ships the seas ar spred,
aeneid4:779:Cutting the fome by the blew seas they swepe.
aeneid4:780: Aurora now from Titans purple bed
aeneid4:781:With new day light hath overspred the earth,
aeneid4:782:When by her windowes the quene the peping day
aeneid4:783:Espyed, and navie with splaid sailes depart
aeneid4:784:The shore, and eke the port of vessels voyde.
aeneid4:785:Her comly brest thrise or foure times she smote
aeneid4:786:With her own hand, and tore her golden tresse.
aeneid4:787:`Oh Jove,' quoth she, `shall he then thus depart
aeneid4:788:A straunger thus and scorne our kingdom so?
aeneid4:789:Shall not my men do on theyr armure prest,
aeneid4:790:And eke pursue them throughout all the town?
aeneid4:791:Out of the rode some shall the vessells warpe?
aeneid4:792:Hast on, cast flame, set sayle and welde your owers!
aeneid4:793:What said I? but where am I? what phrensie
aeneid4:794:Alters thy minde? Unhappy Dido, now
aeneid4:795:Hath thee beset a froward destenie.
aeneid4:796:Then it behoved, when thou didst geve to him
aeneid4:797:The scepter. Lo, his faith and his right hand,
aeneid4:798:That leades with him (they say) his countrie godes,
aeneid4:799:That on his back his aged father bore.
aeneid4:800:His body might I not have caught and rent?
aeneid4:801:And in the seas drenched him and his feers?
aeneid4:802:And from Ascanius his life with iron reft,
aeneid4:803:And set him on his fathers bord for meate?
aeneid4:804:Of such debate perchaunce the fortune might
aeneid4:805:Have bene doubtfull: would God it were assayed!
aeneid4:806:Whom should I feare, sith I my selfe must die?
aeneid4:807:Might I have throwen into that navy brandes,
aeneid4:808:And filled eke their deckes with flaming fire,
aeneid4:809:The father, sonne, and all their nacion
aeneid4:810:Destroyed, and falln my self ded over al.
aeneid4:811:Sunne, with thy beames that mortall workes discries,
aeneid4:812:And thou Juno, that wel these travailes knowest,
aeneid4:813:Proserpine thou, upon whom folk do use
aeneid4:814:To houle, and call in forked wayes by night,
aeneid4:815:Infernal furies, ye wreakers of wrong,
aeneid4:816:And Didos gods, who standes at point of death,
aeneid4:817:Receive these wordes, and eke your heavy power
aeneid4:818:Withdraw from me, that wicked folk deserve,
aeneid4:819:And our request accept, we you beseche.
aeneid4:820:If so that yonder wicked head must needes
aeneid4:821:Recover port, and saile to land of force,
aeneid4:822:And if Joves wil have so resolved it
aeneid4:823:And such ende set as no wight can fordoe,
aeneid4:824:Yet at the least asailed mought he be
aeneid4:825:With armes and warres of hardy nacions,
aeneid4:826:From the boundes of his kingdom farre exiled,
aeneid4:827:Iulus eke rashed out of his armes,
aeneid4:828:Driven to call for helpe, that he may see
aeneid4:829:The giltles corpses of his folke lie dead.
aeneid4:830:And after hard condicions of peace,
aeneid4:831:His realme nor life desired may he brooke,
aeneid4:832:But fall before his time, ungraved amid the sandes.
aeneid4:833:This I require, these wordes with blood I shed.
aeneid4:834:And Tirians, ye his stocke and all his race
aeneid4:835:Pursue with hate, rewarde our cinders so.
aeneid4:836:No love nor leage betwixt our peoples be.
aeneid4:837:And of our bones some wreaker may there spring,
aeneid4:838:With sword and flame that Troyans may pursue.
aeneid4:839:And from hencefoorth, when that our powr may stretch,
aeneid4:840:Our costes to them contrary be for aye,
aeneid4:841:I crave of God, and our streames to their fluddes,
aeneid4:842:Armes unto armes, and offspring of eche race
aeneid4:843:With mortal warr eche other may fordoe.'
aeneid4:844: This said, her mind she writhed on al sides,
aeneid4:845:Seking with spede to end her irksome life.
aeneid4:846:To Sichees nurse Barcen then thus she said
aeneid4:847:(For hers at home in ashes did remaine):
aeneid4:848:`Cal unto me, deare nurse, my sister Anne.
aeneid4:849:Bid her in hast in water of the fludde
aeneid4:850:She sprinckle the body, and bring the beastes
aeneid4:851:And purging sacrifice I did her shewe.
aeneid4:852:So let her come; and thou thy temples bind
aeneid4:853:With sacred garlandes; for the sacrifice
aeneid4:854:That I to Pluto have begonne, my mind
aeneid4:855:Is to performe, and geve end to these cares;
aeneid4:856:And Troyan statue throw into the flame.'
aeneid4:857:When she had said, redouble gan her nurse
aeneid4:858:Her steppes, forth on an aged womans trot.
aeneid4:859:  But trembling Dido egerly now bent
aeneid4:860:Upon her sterne determinacion,
aeneid4:861:Her bloodshot eyes roling within her head,
aeneid4:862:Her quivering chekes flecked with deadly staine,
aeneid4:863:Both pale and wan to think on death to come,
aeneid4:864:Into the inward wardes of her palace
aeneid4:865:She rusheth in, and clam up as distraught
aeneid4:866:The buriall stack, and drew the Troyan swerd,
aeneid4:867:Her gift sometime, but ment to no such use.
aeneid4:868:Where when she saw his weed and wel knowen bed,
aeneid4:869:Weping a while, in study gan she stay,
aeneid4:870:Fell on the bed, and these last words she said:
aeneid4:871:`Swete spoiles, whiles God and destenies it wold,
aeneid4:872:Receve this sprite, and rid me of these cares.
aeneid4:873:I lived and ranne the course fortune did graunt,
aeneid4:874:And under earth my great gost now shall wende.
aeneid4:875:A goodly town I built, and saw my walles,
aeneid4:876:Happy, alas to happy, if these costes
aeneid4:877:The Troyan shippes had never touched aye.'
aeneid4:878:  This said, she laid her mouth close to the bed.
aeneid4:879:`Why then,' quoth she, `unwroken shall we die?
aeneid4:880:But let us die, for thus and in this sort
aeneid4:881:It liketh us to seeke the shadowes darck.
aeneid4:882:And from the seas the cruel Troyans eyes
aeneid4:883:Shall wel discern this flame, and take with him
aeneid4:884:Eke these unlucky tokens of my death.'
aeneid4:885:  As she had said, her damsells might perceve
aeneid4:886:Her with thes wordes fal pearced on a sword,
aeneid4:887:The blade embrued, an hands besprent with gore.
aeneid4:888:The clamor rang unto the pallace toppe,
aeneid4:889:The brute ranne throughout al th'astoined towne.
aeneid4:890:With wailing great and womens shril yelling
aeneid4:891:The roofes gan roare, the aire resound with plaint,
aeneid4:892:As though Cartage or th'auncient town of Tyre
aeneid4:893:With prease of entred enemies swarmed full,
aeneid4:894:Or when the rage of furious flame doth take
aeneid4:895:The temples toppes and mansions eke of men.
aeneid4:896: Her sister Anne, spritelesse for dread to heare
aeneid4:897:This fearefull sturre, with nailes gan teare her face.
aeneid4:898:She smote her brest, and rushed through the rout
aeneid4:899:And her dyeng she cleapes thus by her name:
aeneid4:900:`Sister, for this with craft did you me bourd?
aeneid4:901:The stak, the flame, the altars, bred they this?
aeneid4:902:What shall I first complaine, forsaken wight?
aeneid4:903:Lothest thou in death thy sisters felowship?
aeneid4:904:Thou shouldst have calld me to like destiny:
aeneid4:905:One wo, one sword, one houre mought end us both.
aeneid4:906:This funerall stak built I with these handes
aeneid4:907:And with this voice cleped our native gods,
aeneid4:908:And cruel so absentest me from thy death?
aeneid4:909:Destroyd thou hast, sister, both thee and me,
aeneid4:910:Thy people eke, and princes borne of Tyre.
aeneid4:911:Geve here: I shall with water washe her woundes,
aeneid4:912:And suck with mouth her breath, if ought be left.'
aeneid4:913: This said, unto the high degrees shee mounted,
aeneid4:914:Embracing fast her sister now half dead,
aeneid4:915:With wailefull plaint, whom in her lap she layd,
aeneid4:916:The black swart gore wiping dry with her clothes.
aeneid4:917:But Dido striveth to lift up againe
aeneid4:918:Her heavy eyen, and hath no power thereto:
aeneid4:919:Deepe in her brest that fixed wound doth gape.
aeneid4:920:Thrise leaning on her elbow gan she raise
aeneid4:921:Her self upward, and thrise she overthrewe
aeneid4:922:Upon the bed, ranging with wandring eyes
aeneid4:923:The skies for light, and wept when she it found.
aeneid4:924:  Almighty Juno having ruth by this
aeneid4:925:Of her long paines and eke her lingring death,
aeneid4:926:From heaven she sent the goddesse Iris downe,
aeneid4:927:The throwing sprit and jointed limmes to loose.
aeneid4:928:For that neither by lot of destiny
aeneid4:929:Nor yet by kindly death she perished,
aeneid4:930:But wretchedly before her fatall day,
aeneid4:931:And kindled with a sodein rage of flame;
aeneid4:932:Prosperpine had not from her head bereft
aeneid4:933:The golden heare, nor judged her to hell.
aeneid4:934:The dewye Iris thus with golden wings,
aeneid4:935:A thousand hues shewing against the sunne,
aeneid4:936:Amid the skies then did she flye adowne,
aeneid4:937:On Didos head where as she gan alight:
aeneid4:938:`This heare,' quod she, `to Pluto consecrate,
aeneid4:939:Commaunded I reve, and thy spirit unloose
aeneid4:940:From this body.' And when she thus had said,
aeneid4:941:With her right hand she cut the heare in twaine,
aeneid4:942:And therwith al the kindly heat gan quench
aeneid4:943:And into wind the life foorthwith resolve.