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And if thou gettest but a pedant's see,
He knowes the grace of that new elegance, Thy bed, thy board, and courser livery,
Which sweet PhiliGides fetch'd of late from France, O honour far beyond a brazen thrine,
That well bescend his high-itild Arcady, To fit with Tarleton on an ale poft's agne! Though others narre it with much liberty, Who had but lived in Augusus' dayés,
In epithets to joine two wordes in one
As a great poet could of Bacchus say,
Now hath not Labeo done wondrous well?
Her arma virum goes by two degrees, Now as it is, beshrew him if he might,
The sheepe-cote first hath beene her uursery That would his browes with Cæsar's laurell dight, where the hath worne her idle infancy, Though what ail'd me, I might not well as they And in high ftartups walk'd the paftur'd plaines, Rake up some furworne tales that smother'd lay To tend her casked herd that there remaines, In chimney corners smoak d with winter fires, And winded still a pipe of oate or breare, To read and rock asleep our drowsy fires? Striving for wages who the praise fhall beare; No man his threshold better knowes, than I As did whilere the homely Carmelite, Brute's first arrival, and first vidtory;
Following Virgil, and he Theocrite; Saint George's sorrell, of his crosle of blood, Or else hath beene in Venus' chamber train'd Arthur's round board, or Caledonian wood, To play with Cupid, till the had attain'd Pr holy battles of bold Charlemaine,
To coniment well upon a beauteous face, What were his knights did Salen's siege maintaine: Then was the fit for an heroic place; How the mad rival of faire Angelice
As witty Pontan in great earnest said, Was phyfick'd from the new-found paradise. His mistress' breasts were like two weights of lead, High stories they, which with their swelling Itrainc Another thinks her teeth might liken' be Haye riven Frontoe's broad rehearsal plaine. To two faire rankes of pales of ivory, But fo to fill up books, both backe and side, To fence in sure the wild beast of her tongue, What needs it ? Are there not enow belide ? From either going far, or going wrcog; O age well thriven and well fortunate,
Her grinders like two chalk-stones in a mill, When each man bath a muse apropriate;
Which shall with time and wearing waxe as ill And she, like to some fervile care-bor'd flave As old Catillaes, which wont every night Must play and Ang when and what he'd have ! Lay up her holy pegs till next day-light, Would that were all mall sault in number lies, And with them grind soft-fimpring all the day, Were not the feare from whence it should arise. When, left her laughter should her gums bewras, But can it be ought but a fpuriuus feed
Her hands must hide her mouth if the but smile; That
growes so rife in such unlikely speed ? Faine would she seeme all frixe and frolicke ftill. Sith Pontian lest his barren wife at home, Her forehead faire is like a brazen hill And spent two years at Venice and at Rome, Whose wrinkled furrows which her age doth breed Returned, hears his blesiog alk'd of three, Are dawbed full of Venice chalke for need : Cries' out, O Julian law! adultery!
Her eyes like filver saucers faire beset Though Labeo reaches right (who can deny :) With shining amber, and with shady let, The true ftrains of heroick poesy :
Her lids like Cupid's bow case, where he hides For he can tell how fury refc his fense,
The weapons that doth wound the wanton ey'd: And Phoebus fill'd him with intelligence.
Her chin like Pindus, or Parnaffus hill, He can implore the heathen deities
Where down descends th'o'erfowing Atream doth To guide his bold and busy enrerprize;
fill Or filch whole pages at a clap for need
The well of her faire mouth.-Each hath his From honest Petrarch, clad in English wced;
praise. Wile big but ob's! each stanza can begin,
Who would not but wed poets now a dayos! Whose trunk and tailo Duttish and heartlefle been.
Religions hold, Earth's choice, and Peaven's love,
All these and more were Whitaker's alone,
Now they in him, and he and all are gone.
If ever breath diffolv'd the world to teares,
Be mine the breath, the teares, the frikes, the
Yet till my griefe upseene, unfounded lies.
And never niore rise from the ocean,
To make the morn, or chale aight-shades again.
And all ye barking foules yet never seene,
That fill the moonlelle night with hideous din.
Religion Vertue, Muses, holic mirth
Earth takes one part, when forced Nature sendes
Deltinie by Death spoyld feeble Natures frame,
Earth was despoyl'd when Heaven overcame.
.. ye all confpir'd our hopelesse spighi,
The fenceleffe corpes corrupts in sweeter clay,
The Prince of Darknesse gins to tyrannize, Now ginne your triumphes, Death and Definies, And rcare up cruel trophees of his rage :
And let the trembling world witnesse your walt : Faint earth through her defpairing cowardice Now let blacke Orphney raise his gastly neighes, Yields up herselfe to endlelle vastalage: (Hell, And trample high, and hellish fome outcast: What Champion now shall tame the power of
Shake he the earth and teare the hollow skies, And the unrulie spirits overquell?
That all may feele and feare your victories. The world's praise, the price of Nature's proofe, And after your triumphant chariot, niaze of times, hope of our faded age :
Drag the pale corpes that thus you did to die, * King's profeffor, and matter of St. John's Coliege, Io Thew what goodly conquests ye have got, Cambridge ; he died'in 1525. This elegy was annexed To fright the world, and fill the woondring eie: to the "Carmen Funebre Caroli Horni, 1506," and is now
Millions of lives, of deaths no conquest wers, reprinted from Nichols: " Seicot Collection of Pucms," 8 vo!s. samo. Lond. 1780.
Compared with one onely Whitakere,
ELEGY ON DR. WHITAKER.
With such sweet hymnes, and such a glorious All in the bosome of that blessed spright:
crowne. Which the great God for thy safe conduct sent, Nor with such joy amids the heavenly traines, He through the circling fphcares taketh his Was ever led to his Creator's throne: fight,
There now he lives, and sees his Saviour's face, And cuts the solid fkie with spirituall might. And ever sings fweet songs unto his grace. Open ye golden gates of Paradise,
Meanewhile, the memorie of his mightie name, Open ye wide unto a welcome gholt :
Shal live as long as aged earth fhal last : Enter, O soule, into thy boure of blisse,
Enrolled on berill walles of fame, Through all the throng of Heaven's hoaft: Ay ming'd, ay monrn'd: and wished oft in waft, Which shall with triumph gard thee as thou Is this to die, to live for evermore. go'st
[coft. A double life : that neither lis'd afore? With psalmes of conquest and with crownes of
CO N T E N T S.
WORKS OF SPENSER.
Pagt The Author's Life,
To the Right Noble Lord, and Most Valiant Letter to Sir Walter Raleigh, Knight, Lord
Captain, Sir John Norris, Knight, Lord Warden of the Stanneryes and her Maiestie's
President of Mounster,
15 Lieftenaunt of the Country of Corncwayil, 7
To the Right Noble and Valorous Knight, Dedication to Queen' Elisabeth,
Sir Walter Raleigh, Lord Wardein of the
Stanneryes, and Lieftenaunt of Corncwaile, ib. VERSES TO THE AUTHOR OF THE FAERY QUEEN.
To the Right Honourable and Most Virtu-
ib. A Vision upon this Concept of the Faery To the Most Virtuous and Beautiful Lady, Queen,
16 Another of the fame,
ib. To all the Gratious and Beautiful Ladies in To the Learned Shepheard, ib. the Court,
SONNETS SENT WITH THE FAERY QUEEN. To the Right Honourable Sir Christopher
Harton, Lord High Chancellor of Eng. land, &c.
13 To the Right Honourable the Lord Burleigh, Lord High Treasurer of England,
ib. To the Right Honourable the Earl of Oxen
ford, High Chamberlayne of England, ib. To the Right Honourable the Earle of Northumberland,
14 To the Right Honourable the Earle of Cumberland,
ib. To the Most Honourable and Excellent Lord,
the Earl of Essex, Great Maister of the Horse to her Highnesse, and Knight of the Noble Order of the Garter, &c.
ib. To the Right Honourable the Earl of Ormond and Oflory,
ib. To the Right Honourable the Lord Ch.
Howard, Lord High Admiral of England, Knight of the Noble Order of the Garter, and one of her Majestec's Privie Counfel, &c.
14 To the Right Honourable the Lord of Hunf
don, High Chamberlaine to her Maiesty, ib. To the Most Renowned and Valiant Lord,
the Lord Grey of Wilton, Knight of the Noble Order of the Garter, &c.
15 To the Right Honourable che Lord of Buck
hurit, one of her Maiestie's Privic Counsell, ib. To the Right Honourable Sir Fr. Walfing
ham, Knight, principall Secretary to her
8% 83 89
Book II. contayning the Legend of Sir
94 99 104 108 I13 I 20 126 137 139 144
160 COLIN CLOUT'S COME HOME AGAIN.
Dedication to the Right Worthy and Noble
Knight, Sir Walter Raleigh, Caprain of her
Majesty's Guard, Lord Warden of the
Stanneries, and Lieutenant of the County
of Cornwall, Canto VIII.
196 Canto IX.
201 Canto X.
213 Dedication to the Moft Noble and Excellent
437 Book IV. contayning the Legend of CAMBEL and TELAMOND, or of FRIENDSHIP, 224
THE SHEPHERD'S CALENDAR.
225 Containing Twelve Æglogues, proportionable
231 to the Twelve Months. - Entituled to the Canto III.
Noble and Virtuous Gentleman, moft wor-
thy of all Titles both of Learning and ChiCanto V.
valry, Master Philip Sidney. Caoto VI.
253 Canto VII.
January. Ægloga Prima,
Feruary. Ægloga Secunda,
449 Canto X.
April. Ægloga Quarto,
451 Canto XI.
454 Canto XII.
459 July. Ægloga Septima,
460 Book y. contayning the Legend of ARTE
August Ægloga Odavo, GALL, or of Justice, 289 September. Ægloga Nona,
466 Canto 1.
469 Canto II,
471 Canto III.
474 Canto IV.
305 Epilogue, Canto V.
311 Canto VI.
326 Dedication to the Right Honourable and
Most Virtuous Lady, the Lady Margaret,
Countess of Cumberland; and the Lady
Mary, Countess of Warwick,
340 Canto XII.
In Honour of Love, 347
In Hopour of Beauty, Book VI. concayning the Legend of Sir CA
Of Heavenly Love, LIDORE, or of COURTISIE,
Of Heavenly Beauty,
494 Canto V.
Of Bellay, 373
496 Canto VI. Of the World's vanity,
499 Canto VII.
383 Canto VIII.
389 FRUSOPOPIA : OR, MOTHER HUBBERD'S TALE. Canto IX.
395 Canto X.
Dedication to the Right Honourable the Lady
$17 Two Cantos of MUTABILITIE ; which, both Poems, fot Form and Matter, appear to be parcell
Amoretti : or, Sonnets,
$24 of some following Book of the Faery Queene, under the Legend of Constan.
415 Daphnaida : an Elegy upon the Death of the
421 Noble and Virtuous Douglas Howard, Canto VIII. Unperfite,
427 Daughter and Hair of Henry Lord How