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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A13845) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 2172) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1040:04) The transformed metamorphosis. By Cyril Turner Tourneur, Cyril, 1575?-1626. [27] leaves Printed by Valentine Sims, and are to be sold at the signe of the white Swan on Adling hill, [London] : 1600. Signatures: A⁴ B-D[-D8]. Valentine Simmes worked as a printer in London 1585?-1622. In verse. Print faded and show-through. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng eebo The transformed metamorphosis. By Cyril Turner. Tourneur, Cyril, 1600 60 6751 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2002-05 Assigned for keying and markup 2002-06 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2002-07 Sampled and proofread 2002-07 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2002-08 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion

THE TRANSFORMED Metamorphosis .

By Cyril Turner .

Malo virum pecunia , quam pecuniam viro indigentem

Printed by Valentine Sims , and are to be sold at the signe of the white Swan on Adling hill . 1600.

Pursue the bloudy , that doth robbe the poore , And drowns the orphants in their purple goare :

So shall thy race , wherein thou hast begunne ; In heauen end , for which thou so dost runne .
To the right Worshipfull , Sir Christopher Heydon , C.T. wisheth aeternall fruition of all felicitie . THou , thou that art the Muses Adonie , Their Pyramis , adorner of their mount , Thou Christalizer of their Castalie , Thou Lillian-rose , sprung from the horse-foote fount , To thee , Artes Patron , Champion to the highest , That giuest the Sunne a fairer radiance , To thee Musophilus , that still appliest Thy sacred soule , to be Trueths esperance . To thee ( this Epinyctall register , Rasde out by Eos rayes ) I write to thee . To thee ( this hoarie Hiems , kill'd by Ver : ) To thee ( this metamorphosde Tragoedie ) To thee , I write my Apotheosie : Moecenas , strengthen my Tyrocinie . Your Worships euer , Cyrill Turner .
The Author to his Booke . O were thy margents , cliffes of itching lust ; Or quotes to chalke out men the way to sinne ; Then were there hope , that multitudes wold thrust To buy thee : but sith that thou dost beginne To pull the curtaines backe , that closde vice in ; Expect but flowts : for t' is the haire of crime , To shunne the breath that doth discloude it sinne . What ? ( will he say ) a recluse from the time ? Nor canst thou hope that thy weake ioynted rime Shall please the more , because it shrowdes it selfe Vnder his shade , whose mighty armes do clime , Eu'n to the highest heau'n ; disdaining pelfe : For heau'nly mindes , the brightlier they do shine : The more the world doth seeke to worke their tine : This onely be thy hope ; to please the best : And to be safe from malice of the rest .
To the Reader . IT may be ( Reader ) I may gall those men , Whose golden thoughts think no man dare them touch ; It may be ( too ) my fearelesse ayre-plume-pen , May rouse that sluggish watch , whose tongues are such , As are controll'd by feare or gold too much : Yet were Apelles heere , he could not paint Forth perfectly the worlds deformities ; For as the troubled mind , whose sad complaint Still tumbles forth , halfe breathed accenties , Th' Idea doth confuse and chaoize : So will the Chaos of vp-heaped sinne Confound his braine , that takes in hand to lay A platforme plainly forth , of all ( that in This Pluto-visag'd-world ) hell doth bewray , When death or hell , doth worke it liues decay : So perfect is our imperfectionesse , For imperfection is sinnes perfectnesse . Yet seeke I not to touch as he that seekes , The publike defamation of some one ; Nor haue I spent my voide houres in three weeks , To shew that I am vnto hatred prone ; For in particular I point at none : Nay , I am forc'd my lines to limit in Within the pale of generalitie ; For should I seeke by vnites to begin , To point at all that in their sinne do lie ; And hunt for wickednesse aduisedly : As well I ( then ) might go about to tell , The perfect number of the ocean sands , Or by Arithmetike goe downe to hell , And number them that lie in horrors bands : ( Ne're to be ransom'd from the diuells hands . ) Who finds him touch't , may blame himself , not me : And he will thanke me , doth himselfe know free . Thine as I see thy affection . Cyrill Turner .
The Prologue O Who perswades my willing errorie , Into this blacke Cymerianized night ? Who leades me into this concauitie , This huge cancauitie , defect of light , To feele the smart of Phlegetontike fight ? O who , I say , perswades mine infant eie , To gaze vpon my youths obscuritie ? What ashie ghost , what dead Cadauerie , What Geomantike iaw howles in mine eares , The ecchoized sounds of horrorie ? What chaoizd conceit doth forme my feares ? What obiect is 't that thus my quiet teares ? Who puts a flaming torch into my hand , And bids me charily see where I stand ? Who fills my nosthrills with thicke foggy sents ? Who feedes my taste with hony-smacking gall ? What pallid spirit tells of strange euents ? Of euiternal night ? of Phoebus fall ? Where is that Symphonie harmonicall , Wherewith my heart was wont to tune sweet laies , And teach my tongue to sing th' Aeternall's praise ? O who , O who hath metamorphosed My sence ? and plutoniz'd my heau'nly shape ? What martyred Diana is 't doth reade The tragicke story of Lucretia's rape ? O who affrights me with blacke horrors gape ? Who tells me that the azure-colour'd skie , Is now transformd to hel's enuironrie . Are not the lights that Iupiter appoynted To grace the heau'ns , and to direct the sight , Still in that function , which them first annoynted ? Is not the world directed by their light ? And is not rest , the exercise of night ? Why is the skie so pitchie then at noone , As though the day were gouern'd by the Moone ? Looke on my sight you lycophosed eies , And tell me whether it be blear'd or no : Daz'led with obiects contrarieties , With opposites of sad confused woe , Or els transpiercing ayre-cleare brightnes , loe : My eies , whether they be , or dimm'd or cleare , Clearely discerne a Transformation neare .
The Transformed Metamorphosis . O Whence comes this ? awake sad Mercurie ; And Pegase-winged pace the milkie way : Awake heau'ns harbenger ; awake and flie To high Iehouah : O awake I say ; Why sluggish Mercury , arte made of clay ? O where can life celestiall inherit , If it remaines not in a heau'nly spirit ? Awake O heau'n ; for ( loe ) the heau'ns conspire : The siluer-feather'd Moone , and both the Beares , Are poasted downe for Phlegetonticke fire : Loe , now they are vpon the azure spheares , ( My soule is vex'd with sense-confounding feares ) Now are they mounted into Carol's waine , With all the starres like to an armed traine . I , euen those starres , which for their sacred mindes , ( They once terrestriall ) were stellified , With all the force of Aeol's saile-swell'd windes And fearefull thunder , vailer of earth's pride , Vpon the loftie firmament do ride : All with infernall concord do agree , To shake the strength of heauens axeltree . Eue'n from the artique to the antartique pole , All in a rowe in ranke proportionate ; Subiect vnto th' vnstedfast mooues controle , Do stand the lights that should truth animate ; And by their shine her woe extenuate . With Phlegetonticke flame these tapers fed , Celestiall light haue quite extinguished . O see how dampy shewes yond' torches flame , Earth stop thy sent , for their infernall smell , ( O let me speake , lest I incurre heau'ns blame ) Will all thy arterizing strength expell ; And make thy heart an agonizing hell . See how their sulphur gathers to a cloud ; And like blacke Orcus vault the earth doth shrowde . What Morpheus rockes the sence of heau'n asleepe ? Why heau'n awake ; though long Endimionie Hath pierc'd the clearenes of thy sight so deep , Thou canst not see them prowdly mounted high ; Yet maist thou heare them plot their treacherie . Their treason 's plotted , they with fiery shot , Are driuing Phoebus from his chariot . Loe , loe , the skie whose hue was azurie , Is cloath'd with moorie Vesperugoe's coate , The formed Chaos of this Cosmosie , Is now transform'd to tawny Charon's boate ; And on the Acheronticke maine doth floate . Th' olimpique Globe is now a hollow ball : The huge concauitie blacke Plutoe's hall . Where shall I stand , that I may freely view , Earths stage compleate with tragick sceans of wo ? No meade , no groue , whose comfortizing hew Might make sad Terror my sad minde forgoe ? No sun-grac'd mount soule-frighting horrors foe ? No sun-grac'd mount ? how can the sun mounts grace When mountaines seeke his countnance to deface ? See , see , that mount that was the worldes admire , The stately Pyramis of glorious price ; Whose seau'n hill'd head did ouer all aspire , Is now transform'd to Hydra-headed vice : Her hellish braine pan of each enterprice . On sinnes full number ( loe ) she is erect ; For why ? Great Pluto was her Architect . Blacke Auarice , makes sale of Holines , And steeming luxurie doth broach her lust ; Red-tyrannizing wrath doth soules oppresse , And cankred Enuie falsifies all trust , T' enrich her coffers with soule-choaking dust ; On slouth and gluttonie they build their blisse , Whereon they raise Ambitions Pyramis . The frame 's too slender for continuance , Too earthly high for soules to builde vpon ; And of her strength my only esperance , Is for to see her sad confusion ; Whose vapours are the worldes infection . Her high esteeme , is of high heau'n despisde ; O see ere long her Babel Babelliz'd . Where shall I finde a safe all-peacefull seat , To whose prospect the worldes circumference Presents it selfe ? high Ioue I thee intreate , Let Dodon's groue be lauish in expence ; And scaffoldize her oakes for my defence . Forgiue me God , for help doth not consist : In Dodon's groue , nor a Dodonian fist . Where shall I stand ? O heau'n conduct me now , Ioue Israellize my tongue , and let my voyce Preuayle with thee ; shew me the manner how To free me from this change : O soule reioyce , For heau'n hath free'd me from black hels annoies . O see , O see , Ioue sets me free from thrall , Such is his loue to them that on him call . Loe where I stand vpon a stedfast rocke , Whose peerelesse trust is free from all compare : See how it brookes the Phlegetonticke shocke , And bides what foemen to each other share : The raging sea , on this side doth it dare , On that side flames ; such is the earthly state , Of those from earth seeke them to alienate . Now eies prepare , and be your sight as cleare , As is the Skie , when none but Phaetons sire Inhabites it : for O ( alas ) I feare They will be dazled with smoake and fier , That with repulse of heau'n doth downe retire , Heart , teach my tongue directed by mine eie , To be the Chorus to this tragedie . Marke , you spectators of this tragicke act , ( If any rest vnmetamorphosed ) O you whose soules with hel are not contract , Whose sacred light is not extinguished ; Whose intellectuall tapers are not fed With Hells flame : marke the transformation , Wrought by the charmes of this rebellion . That sacred female ( which appear'd to him , Who was inspir'd with heau'ns intelligence ; Who was the last that drunke vpon the brim , Of deepe diuining sacred influence ) That heau'nly one , of glorious eminence . She , whom Apollo clothed with his robe : And plac'd hir feet vpon th' inconstant globe . So cloath'd , his mantle might her shelter be , To shrowde her safe from Acheronticke mistes : So plac'd , hir ground might feede hir egencie , Farre as it on necessitie consistes ; And not t' exceede the bound of heau'nly listes ; So cloath'd , she might to heau'n her minde applie : So plac'd , to vse it in necessitie . But ( marke O woe ) her high rebellious starres , ( Their minds ambitioniz'd ) do seeke her fall , And hauing dim'd the Sun with smoaky warres , Haue found his dearest one how to appall ; And mixe her honny with the bitterst gall . See , how her eies are fixed on the globe : Which , which ( O wo ) hath quite transformd her robe . Her robe , that like the Sun did clearly shine , Is now transform'd vnto an earthy coate , Of massiue gold : because she did combine Affection with the Moon ; and did remote Her heart from heau'ns book where her name was wrote . The globe takes head , that was her footstoole set : And from her head doth pull her coronet . Her twelue starr'd glorious coronet , ( which Ioue Did make her temples rich enuironrie : And for the more to manifest his loue , Encircled them with faire imbrodetie , Of sacred lights in ayre-cleare azurie . ) She is depriued off and doth begin , To be the couerture of laethall sin . The vines Aedonides ; dead Murcianie ; Smooth Philoxenus ; murders ground ; Disquiet Eriphila ; hel's Syrenie ; Philocrematos ; the soules deepe wound ; And whatso els in Hydra's head is found , Do maske themselues within her pleasing smile : And so with deadly sinne the world beguile . What dreadfull sight ( O ) do mine eies behold ? See , frosty age , that should direct aright , The grassie braine ( that is in vice so bold ) With heedie doctrine and celestiall light ; Hath bin conuersing with hells taper , night , Whose diuelish charmes , like Circés sorcerie , Haue metamorphosde Eos Eonie . Apolloe's herauld , that was wont to cheare , Night-wounded soules with bright celest'all raies : Faire Phosphorus ( whose looke was wont to feare Infernall hagges , that haunt frequented wayes , To drawe the soule to hell that wandring strayes ; Is metamorphosde to a torch of hell : And makes his mansi'on-house blacke horrors cell . Whose deepe foundation 's raisde from Phlegeton , The fi'rie riuer of blacke Orcus hall : Whence pillers rise , which do themselues vpon Quadrangle wise , vphold Erebus wall : Worldes trustlesse trust , soules vnmistrusted fall . Birds , vines , and floures , and eu'ry sundry fruite Do compasse it ; for best that place they sute . For since the spirit the bodies prisner , Of heau'nly substance wholy is compact : And since the flesh the soules imprisoner , Of excrementall earth is wholy fact : Since this with that it selfe cannot contract , Needes must the soule ( the earthly prison doubled : For all earths pleasures slime ) be smothered . From out the lake a bridge ascends thereto , Whereon in female shape a serpent stands , Who eies her eie , or views her blew vain'd brow , With sence-bereauing gloses she inchaunts , And when she sees a worldling blind that haunts The pleasure that doth seeme there to be found : She soothes with Leucrocutanized sound . Thence leades an entrie to a shining hal , Bedeckt with flowers of the fairest hew , The Thrush , the Lark , and nights-ioy nightingale , There minutize their pleasing laies anew , This welcome to the bitter bed of rue ; This little roome , will scarce two wights containe , T' enioy their ioy , and there in pleasure raigne . But next thereto adioynes a spacious roome , More fairely farre adorned then the other : ( O woe to him at sinne-awhaping doome , That to these shadowes hath his mind giu'n ouer . For ( O ) he neuer shall his soule recouer : If this sweet sinne still feedes him with her smacke : And his repentant hand him hales not backe . The fraudfull floore of this deceitfull place , Is all of quagmires , to intrap the wight That treades thereon : yet couer'd o're with grasse Of youthful hew , al pleasing to earth's sight , For so doth satan worke his diu'lish spight . This roome will centuries of worlds containe , How small mirths place , how large the place of paine ! Who ere 's deceiu'd by this illusion , Must surely fall into this deepe abisse , Downe to the horror of deepe Phlegeton , Whose fi'ry flames like vultures gnaw on flesh ; Yet iote of it neuer consumed is . O let no wight trust to this worldly sheene : For such ioyes hate , of God best loued beene . Erinnis purueyor , young elth I meane , Teares vp our mothers wombe to finde hir slime : And doth ysearch her bowells all vncleane , For noysome filth ; the poyson of our time , ( Base dunghill slaue ) for meanes for his to clime ; So may he well , for now earths baddest good , Makes eu'ry peasant seeme of gentle blood . Yet certs , if the naked truth I say , Nor from the golden mine comes gentry true , Nor can this age , the next , and so for ay , Ech his succeeding age with it indue : For it 's no heritage to heires t' ensue , But shines in them to heau'n their minde that giue : Then who doth so , in him doth gentrie liue . O , that old age ( that kept the treasuries Of great Apollo once , ) whose faltring tongue , Intreates old earth performe his obsequies , Should now by hell be metamorphosde yong , And with desire of soule-infecting dong , Seeke vnto vice , weake infancie to winne , And make his heart , Epithesis of sinne . The oldest man , saith ech day , one day more , One day ? nay sure a twelue-months time t' will be , Ere seriant death will call me at my doore ; Craz'd drooping age , why can thine eies not see Pale death arresting tender infancie ? O that his memory thee still would tell , Now out of me might death my breath expell . Where are the centinels ? the armed watch , Who draw their breath from Phoebus treasurie ? Somnus , awake ; vnlocke the rustie latch , That leades into the caues somniferie , Rowze vp the watch , lull'd with worlds Syrenie , Somnus , awake : pull off their golden maske , And bid them strait finderesize their taske . Somnus , awake : hell and the world conspire : Pan is transform'd , and al his flocke neere drownd ; Pan that from heau'n receiu'd his due paid hyre , He that was wont , vpon the fertile ground Of Arcadie to feed , wherein was found , No golden India that might preuent , That high estate of poore , meane , rich content . Pan , that was wont to make his quiet life , Th' exordium of ech soule-sweet argument : Pan , that was wont to make his voide of strife , The period of ech sentence of Content ; Temper'd with surrop of heau'ns document , Pan , that was once a cleere Epitimie : Is now transform'd to hot Epithymie . O , where are they , Apollo did appoint , To guard Arcadia's sea-enuiron'd banckes ? The oceans monarch , whom Ioue did annoint , The great controller of the whaly ranckes Is landed on Arcadia's tender flankes . Enuies protector , Pan , with gold hath fed : And Pan with gold is metamorphosed . Wealth 's shipwracke ; India's minerie ; The pearly pibble which the Ocean keepes ; The Treasure-house of Neptunes Thetisie ; The faire sweete poison of th' infernall deepes , Hell's twinckliug instrument that neuer sleepes ; Is that great gift Tridentifer presents , To make faire passage for his soule intents . O see that head that once was couered , With fleecy wooll , that hung on earth-low brakes , Is scarce contented now , it selfe to wed , With what Eriphila from India takes , Now Pan of gold , himselfe a Cor'net makes . His eies that 'fore were clearely cophosie , Now cannot see but in a minery . His hand , to pawes , his sheep-hooke to a mace , Are metamorphosed ; his heart ( whose height Did ne're before o're-peere Arcadia's face , ) With cloud-high thoughts aspiring high is fraight , And chaoiz'd Idea's of conceit , Doth make his gesture seem a troubled skie : And fills his count'nance with sad meteorie . Awake O heau'n , and all thy pow'rs awake , For Pan hath sold his flocke to Thetis pheer : O how the center of my soule doth quake , That barb'rous India should ouer-peer Fruitful Arcadia , the worlds great Peere ! Hot fiery dust , with trickling teares ec'n weeps , To see Arcadia's flockes drown'd in the deeps . O how vnworthie's he a heard to be , That leaues his flocke for ech temptation ! As , into magistrates ech man may see , When by the means of vice th' are call'd vpon , To execute their duteous function ; O eu'n as they are knowne , when vap'rous vice , Breathes forth a mist of blacke iniquities ; Eu'n so a shepheard tells where to hee 's bent , When mighty Ioue after long summers ioy , ( Of high celestiall kindnes to vs lent ) Doth please vs trie with winters sharp annoy ; Or tempt his heart with earthly seeming ioy , Which time , if he with care his flock doth feed , Shewes loue to 's flock , and hate to 's earthly meed . But though I speake 'gainst this hypocrisie , This hellish ill o'remask'd with holinesse , Na'th lesse I neither can , nor wil deny , That if thereby we reaue no wight of blisse , We may preuent our earthly wretchednesse , For lawfull t is our owne harme to preuent , If not by ill we compasse our intent . Is 't possible the world should yet affoord , More cause of woe , then yet mine eies haue seene ? Can Pluto in his horrors caue yet hoord , More woe then in this tragicke sceane hath beene ? Is 't true I see ? Or do I ouerweene ? O , O , I see more then I can expresse , Amaz'd with sence-confounding wretchednesse . In Delta that 's enuiron'd with the sea , The hills and dales with heards are peopled , That tend their tender flockes vpon the lea , And tune sweet laies vnto their pipes of reed , Meane while their flockes vpon the hillockes feed ; And sometime nibble on the buskie root , That did his tender bud , but lately shoote . Long while the heards enioy'd this sweet content , Not fearing wolues that might their flocks molest : ( For nothing harbor'd neare that harm them meant ) And this content long might they haue possest , Had not a beast spoil'd this their sweetned rest . Whether the soile him bred , or foes him brought , I doubt ; seemes , some that Deltaes damage sought . Among the shrubbes had set him priuily , To spoyle the lambes that sometime did estray ; Nor onely thus deuour'd them theeuishly ; But oft allured them from out their way . With such chaung'd voice , no mortal wight could say , But that the notes were voice of man he sung : O what deceit is lodged in the tongue ? This dayly spoyle through ech mans eare did runne , At length Mauortio , a gallant Knight , The meane whereby his Country honor wonne , Heard of the harme wrought by Hyenn'as spight : Scarce heard he of the spoyle , but that his sp'rite Aethereall ( not hable to endure , His heart should knowledge of such harme immure An houre , and th' wrong rest vnirrooted out ) Him draue as sail-swel'd barks are droue by wind , And strait he armd him ( moūting's prancer stout ) He forward pricks , spurr'd by a noble mind , Awaited on by Truth his Page full kind , And by a'squire that artfull strength was call'd : Seem'd , Hercules him could not haue appalld : Thus ( pricking on the plaine ) at last he ey'd The grisly beast as in her den she lay , Tearing a lamb with iawes farre stretch'd awide , A seely lambkin which she made her pray , Straight with a courage bold began assay , How he could buckle with the monsters force : Not meaning once to harbor mild remorce . Downe he alighted , from his milk-white steed , And gaue him Veramount to walk o' th plaine : Then stept to 'th monster with a wise-bold heed , Thou monstrous fiend ( quoth he ) thy pray refrain , For with my sword I le work thy mortall paine : The beast gan looke as one that were adrad , Fearing her future hap would proue full bad . At length , as one that from a traunce awakes , She stretched foorth her selfe vpon the ground ; And to her cursed tongue herselfe be takes , Hoping hir speech wold yield best aid that stound . Faire Sir ( quoth she ) t' is said this soile hath found , That I haue brought this Countries good to spoyle : But ( knight ) beleeue me , I haue t'ane much toile . To feare the wolues with changed voyce of tong , When they haue e'en beene ready to assaile The ewes that haue beene suckling their yong : Then hath my speech their purpose causde to faile : My very heart doth bleede ; O how I waile To thinke vpon the spoyle the wolues would make ; Did not my Care them force their prey forsake ? To her Syrenian song , the Knight gaue eare , And noted in her speech how subtill Arte , Her gesture framde to eu'ry word so neare , That ( had he beene a man of massiue hart , He would haue melted at her Mermaides part : But he being a Knight of noble spirit : Her tongue could not him of his heart dis'nherit . But spurr'd him to reuenge the spoyle she made ; ( Commixt with poyson of hypocrisie ) He strait vnsheathes his trusty steeled blade , And ( silent ) doth demonstrate presently , The bottome of his minde effectually . Soone as she feeles the smart , she startes abacke , And ( for defence ) with poyson hellie blacke . Forth hurled from her wide stretcht foaming throat , She thinkes t' infect the vninfected Knight : But stowt Mauortio wore a steeled coate , So iunctly ioynted , that in all their fight , Hir hellish poyson , neuer enter might ; ( All were it natur'd still to search for way : ) To saue hir life by hir foes liues decay . Short had the fight bin , had she onely beene , ( And great his honour by hir only death ) But eu'ry drop of bloud his sword all keene , Causde issue from hir noysome steeming breath , Transformed were to monsters on the heath . All with their poyson like a rounding ring : The good encombred Knight encompassing . So that the more that she enhoped him , ( By deadly gaspes ) the conquest soone would end ; The more his labour sprung : and seem'd to dim Eftsoones ( alas ) the hope his toile did send . Yet he of all was victor in the end . And for this act vntill the end his fame , Wil through the world high raise Mauortio's name . The Knight ( about to sheath ) chaunc'd turne his eie , And spies the multitude that him enround : Nay ( then quoth he ) no time approacheth me , To take our leaues of this thiefe-harb'ring ground Before Apollo Thetis lap hath found , They all shall die ; if heau'n doth smiling stand : Viewing the heart of his Mauortio's hand . His ' squire with artfull courage aides his knight : Both vsde their blades vnto so good auaile , That who had ei'd this bloudy fi'rie fight , Might here see maimed wights low creeping traile Their owne hew'd limbes , there gasping iawes that waile To see their limbs lopt from their bodies lie , On hugie heapes , like vnto mountaines high . And twixt them streams of streaming blod swift running With bloudles trunks , lop'd heads , legs , thighs , and armes , Vpon the riuer like dead fishes swimming ; Ere Sol with Neptune sleeped , slept their harmes ; All beeing shooke with deaths all deadly charmes . O happy houre ! that so Mauortio ioy'd : To see the monsters by his arme destroy'd . This noble conquest made him famouzed , By all the heards throughout the Deltan soile , Who vow'd his name should be aeternized , ( Despight of Fortune and her trustlesse foyle ) In memorizing lines , which worldly broyle , Nor Enuies canker , neuer should deface , Long as the world retaine's her worldly face . O peerelesse worth ! O worth Mauortian ! Heau'n vpholding Atlas ; warres melodie ; Knight of the lilly ; heauens champion ; Artes patron ; Muses dearest Adonie ; Vrania's soule refreshing Castalie ; Worthy the world ; the world not worthy thee : That art deem'd worthy of the deitie . Of heauen it selfe , that but eu'n now lamented The sun-fall of thy selfe , whom heau'n ( disdained ) Whom heau'ns high trinary was not contented , That in the world thy spirit be contained , But there shuld dwel where Ioue himself remained ; For that on earth , thy spirit earth directed , Heau'n hath thy spirit for high heau'n elected . While heau'n did daigne the world should him inioy , The nine-fold Sorory themselues exiled , Euen from their natiue home to arts annoy , From twin-topt mount , vnto a place defiled , ( Where pined writ and starued art compiled ) Their harm they knew , & harm with heart imbraced , To nurse their deare heart by their cheap art graced . Graced by nurses ( arts nurse highly grac'd him ) Who fed him with pure marrow of the Muses ; And when he list , with moisture to refresh him , He drunke cleare Helicon : cleare from abuses , He bent his mind to pure Vranian vses , Vranianie , him did to heau'n vpreare : And made to man , him demi-god appeare . Since wisedome then vpreares a man to heau'n , Since wisedome then ( that doth high God adore ) When he of all that earth yeelds is bereau'n , When all els failes , doth God-like him decore , O world erect thy blisse on wisedomes lore . The greatest man decores not wisedomes horne : But wisedome doth the meanest wight adorne . Pieria's darling ; cleare-streaming Helicon ; Boeotia's pearle ; the nine voic'd harmony ; Heart crystalline ; tongue pure Castalion ; Delta's Adamant ; Elizium's melody ; Vrania's selfe , that sung coelestially ; Was then for Mars apt , by the Muses nurs'd , For Mars his knights , are ' squires to 'th muses first . Downe to the world descended Mars at length , When the Pierides had knit the veines , That from his heart did giue his body strength , With soule-sweet Manna , marrow of the reines : Downe he descended , and no whit disdaines To liue on earth , leauing the sacred skies , Only the muses deare to Martialize . But ( O ) when Delta's hope , the muses wonder , Foes feare , feares foe , Ioues martialist , On Thetis gan like to a fearefull thunder Make Hydra shake with a Dodonian fist ; When Delta deem'd her selfe in him thus blest , Then Delta of her hope was quite bereaued : See how the world is by the world deceiued ! The Phoebus of his soile , scarce shewd his sheen , And fac'd the West with smiling Aurory , When fatall Neptune with his trident keene , ( Behind him ) hal'd him to his Thetisie , But Ioue downe sent swift-winged Mercurie , And charged him to lay him 's wings vpon , And be the conuoy of his champion . When Mercurie approch'd the seat of Ioue , With Mauors spirit on his winged arme ; Ioue daign'd descend downe from his seat aboue , And him imbraced with all heau'nly charme . Aboue the lofty skies , deuoid of harme Sits Mauors spirit , as a demi-god : Instead of Mars , swaying his warlike rod . While Mars himselfe goes wandring vp and downe , Associated with the sacred brood , That hand in hand ( like an enchaining rowne ) Encompasse him : eu'n dead with want of food ; ( If want may heauen hurt with deadly bood ) Much teen they bide in search for such an one : Whom they may make their nurs'ries paragon . A pitchie night encurtained with clowdes ( That kept from it heau'ns star-bright comforture ) Is the sole Theater that them enshrowdes ; Fogs , damps , trees , stones , their sole encompassure , To whom they mone , black todes giue responsure : Their woe is like vnto that wretches paine , Whom ( s'parents dead ) no man will entertaine . Before that death by life had stellified Great Mauors spirit in the loftie skie : Befote his spirit in heau'n was deified , Mars and the Muses had their dignity , The sacred sisters did him aptifie For Mars : he kindly fed his parents want , And made that plenty which before was scant . But now ( O woe ) they long may go vnfed . Ayde ( mighty Ioue ) for Nilus Crocodiles Are bathing in the pure Castalian head . Pure horse-foot Helicon , their filth defiles , Art , like Aegyptian dogs , must scape their wiles . O dreary woe ! the Muses did but sup , And are infected with that pois'nous cup. How like blacke Orcus lookes this dampy caue , This obscure dungeon of Cimmerian sin , This hugy hell ! my spirit gins to raue , To see blacke Pluto banquetting within The once-form'd world with his faire Proserpin . O see the world , all is by heau'n reiected , Now that the sacred Muses are infected . See , where Vrania , onelie's seated on The twin-top'd hill , the steepie craggy mount , That ouer-peeres , ( once ) cristall Helicon : There bides she eu'ry storme , that once was wont To bathe her selfe in the Castalian fount . Yet this me gladdes , though she of ioy be reau'n , Yet is she now come neerer vnto heau'n . O where 's Mauortis ? may the Muses say : And haue the heau'ns bereaued vs of blisse ? O heau'ns ! nay O sweet heau'n fed Muses stay . Exclaime not on the sacred heau'ns for this : But as a mother ( that her childe doth misse ) Lament: and be your heart from despaire wonne : Your wombe may bring forth such another sonne . And as thy Sunne not still could face the north , But by his falling reaued thee of day ; ( Because the day light 's by the night put forth ) Nor can thy nights blacke hew endure alway : Then hope sweet Delta hope , from murmure stay , Thy Phoebus slumbreth but in Thetis lap : Hee 'l rise before thou thinkst of such a hap . See that same rocke , the rocke of my defence , Is metamorphosde to an Vnicorne : Whose shining eies of glorious eminence , Doth all the world with brightnes cleare adorne , And with Ioues strength , hir life-preseruing horne , Hath purified the cristallized fount , That streames along the valley of Artes mount . Her streaming rayes haue pierc'd the cloudie skies , And made heau'ns traitors blush to see their shame ; Cleared the world of her blacke vironries , And with palefeare doth all their treason tame . Delta's Bellonian , ( name of peerelesse fame ) Hath free'd Apollo from their treacherie , And plac'd him in his former dignitie . Come , come , you wights that are transformed quite , Eliza will you retransforme againe ; Come star-crown'd female and receiue thy sight , Let all the world wash in her boundlesse maine , And for their paine receiue a double gaine . My very soule with heau'nly pleasure 's fed , To see th' transform'd remetamorphosed . Vrania sits amid Pernassus vale , O're shelterd with an aire-cleare Canopie : O senses nurse ! soule-sweet refreshing dale , Gods nectar ; heau'ns sweet ambrosianie ; Conuert each riuer to pure Castalie . That India it selfe , may sweetly raise , Her well tun'd notes in high Iehouah's praise . FINIS .
The Epilogue . NOw are the pitchie Curtains ( that enclosde The heau'nly radiance of Apollo's shine ) Drawne backe ; and all that in hels caue reposd , Are dauncing chearely in a siluer twine , With heau'ns Vrania , shaming Proserpine . Hell's Phlegetontike torches are put forth : And now the Sunne doth face the frosty north . Sacred Apollo , cheeres the lightsome day , And swan-plum'd Phoebe gards the star-faire night , Lest Pluto's forester , should cause estray , Darke Cosmos Pilgrim's wandring without light ; Heau'ns star-embroderie doth shine full bright , Heau'ns sacred lights agree in one consent , To driue the cloudes from foorth the firmament . Now is the Moone not blemisht with a cloud , Nor any lampe ( that should illuminate And lighten eu'ry thing that heau'n doth shrowd ) Darkned ; or else my sight gin's to abate , And s'reaued of it intellectuate . Each obscure caue is lightned by the day : Or else mine eyes are forced to estray . But when my heart was vrged forth to breath , Fell accents of soule-terrifying paine ; My subiect was a heau'nly tapers death ; Night was my lampe ; my inke , hell's pitchy maine : Then blame me not , if my wittes light did waine , Since but with night , I could with none conferre In this my Epinyctall register . FINIS .