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 eng Tobacco -- Poetry. eebo The metamorphosis of tabacco Beaumont, John, Sir, 1583-1627. 1602 44 10653 5 1 0 0 0 0 5.63 B The rate of 5.63 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the B category of texts with fewer than 10 defects per 10,000 words. 2014-01 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2014-04 Sampled and proofread 2014-04 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2015-03 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion

THE METAMORPHOSIS OF TABACCO .

Lusimus Octaui &c.

PARNASSO ET APOLLINE DIGNA Oval device of the two summits of Parnassus (McKerrow 328).

AT LONDON Imprinted for Iohn Flasket , and are to be sold at his shop in Paules Church-yard at the signe of the black Beare . 1602.

Ad mare riuuli . TO MY LOVING FRIEND MASTER MICHAEL DRAYTON . THe tender labour of my wearie pen , And doubtfull triall of my first-borne rimes , Loaths to adorne the triumphs of those men , Which hold the raines of fortune , and the times : Only to thee , which art with ioy possest Of the faire hill , where troupes of Poets band , Where thou enthron'd with Laurell garlands blest , Maist lift me vp with thy propitious hand ; I send this poëme , which for nought doth care , But words for words , and loue for loue to share . — namque tu solebas Meas esse aliquid putare nugas .
IN LAVDEM AVTHORIS
GRaunt me smooth vtt'rance Muses to reherse The pleasing smoothnesse of thy worthy verse : If there be words fram'd by admired wits To sing thy praise , those words my verse befits , But such are scant , and there 's not one remaines Can giue thee due , none worth enough containes . To sing thy praise in an vp-raised straine , And giue desert to thy admired paine : Feare not the censure of each babbling tongue , They care not whom they pleasure , whom they wrong : Respect it not if fooles thy Muse miscall , Thy paine , her worth deserues applause of all : In whose adoring if my pen offends , My heart my pens defaults will make amends . Z.D.
SEe how the chatt'ring throngs of Poets vaine Besiege the paths vnto the Muses cell : See how they pant , and beate with fruitlesse paine The steepie traces to the learned well : Securely thou their vaine assaults discount , Thou , whom Apollo by the hand hath guided A new-found passage to the horned mount , And from the rout vnhallowed hath deuided , And taught thee raise thy soring Muse on wing , And thy triumphant name in learned eares to ring . There didst thou gather on Parnassus clift This pretious herbe , Tabacco most diuine , Then which nere Greece , nere Italy did list A flower more fragrant to the Muses shrine : A purer sacrifice did nere adorne Apolloes altars , then this Indian fire , The pipe , thy head : the flame to make it burne , The furie , which the Muses doe inspire : O sacred smoke , that doth from hence arise , The authors winged praise , which beates vpon the skies . W.B.
WHom Helicon , and Tempe doe adorne With sugred gifts of diuine poetrie , Let no detracting Zoilus him scorne , Thinking thereby to cure his maladie : For he that once doth Homers pen dispraise , Cannot himselfe to Laureats honour raise . Then thou , that art the author of this booke , Send forth that sacred fume from out thy braine , That thereon well-disposed wits may looke , And say , Giue me Tabacco once againe : For Castile nere did such a pipe afford Of Trinidade upon mine honest word . H.H.
IF that the Bee , whose winter paines are rest , For gath'ring hony in the fruitfull spring , And making choise of eu'ry flowre the best , That to her hiue she may the sweetnesse bring , Doth to her selfe deserue so great a praise , What may be his , whose whole yeares worst spent howe● , For recreation on some idle daies , Hath suckt such hony from an Indian flower ? What may be his , whose yonger yeares are such ? What may be his , whose first fruits are so faire ? What may be his , I cannot say too much , Nay what is his to giue I doe despaire : As one too weake to giue them their desart , Yet rather chuse my selfe to take a maime , Then for to faile to shew a louing hart Vnto my friend to recompence his paine . I. A.
WHat my poore Muse can doe , she vowes it thine : Black set to white makes it farre cleerer shine : Thus like a faithfull friend she first assaies With her owne shame to purchase thee the praise : And yet if enuie seeke thy worth to blot , ( As what deserts be they she staineth not ) Through truer zeale she plaies this second part , The spite , that 's aim'd at thee , comes through her hart . N.P.
SOmetimes all man , that hath vs'd soule and breath , Must print his heele on the black way of Death : But this small poeme , though the least of manie , Shall liue like Soules , though natures worst gifts die : Till all the compounds weare their fierie sheete , Not till all Death shall this slight storie fleete . M. G.
To the white Reader . TAke vp these lines Tabacco-like vnto thy braine , And that diuinely toucht , puffe out the smoke againe . B. H.
MY new-borne Muse assaies her ●ender wing , And where she should crie is inforst to sing : Her children prophesie thy pleasing rime Shall neuer be a dish for hungrie time : Yet be regardlesse what those verses say , Whose infant mother was but borne to day . F.B.
I Doe inuoke none but thy selfe to praise thee , For there 's no other Muse so high can raise thee ; Thou art my Muse , I can thy praises tell , My Muse hath tasted of the Muses well . F.R.
THe tender plant , which goodly fruit hath bore , Being growne doth promise farre more beautious store : Seeing thy youths prime a worthie worke hath dight , What shall thy riper Muse produce to light ? Tabaccoes spring , transforming , soueraigntie Set'st forth with truth , fictions , Philosophie , Merits enroulement with Moeouian quill Thy wit , zeale , labours , and thy learned skill . Doctrina , ingenio , studijs , pietate , labore , Exupera , polle , profice , cresce , vige . I.P.
THE METAMORPHOSIS OF TABACCO . I Sing the loues of the superiour powers , With the faire mother of all fragrant flowers : From which first loue a glorious Simple springs , Belou'd of heau'nly Gods , and earthly Kings . Let others in their wanton verses chaunt A beautious face that doth their senses daunt , And on their Muses wings lift to the skie The radiant beames of an inchaunting eye . Me let the sound of great Tabaccoes praise A pitch aboue those loue-sicke Poets raise : Let me adore with my thrice-happie pen The sweete and sole delight of mortall men , The Cornu-copia of all earthly pleasure , Where bank-rupt Nature hath consum'd her treasure , A worthie plant springing from Floraes hand , The blessed ofspring of an vncouth land . Breath-giuing herbe , none other I inuoke To helpe me paint the praise of sugred smoke : Not that corrupted artificiall drug , Which euery Gull as his owne soule doth hug , And in the sweete composture of a docke Drinkes to his Ladies dog , and Mistresse smocke , Whose best conceits are broacht of bastard fume , Whose wittie salt depends on the salt rheume , Which first like Vapours doe ascend on high , But quickly vanish ere they touch the skie , Which like to Meteors for a while amaze The simple soules which wondring stand at gaze : But being knowne from whence they first were fir'd Are counted base , and cease to be admir'd . Auant base Hypocrite , I call not thee , But thou great God of Indian melodie , Caribes be sauage people of America . Which at the Caribes banquet gouern'st all , And gently rul'st the sturdiest Caniball : Which at their bloodie feasts dost crowned sit , And smok'st their barking iawes at eu'ry bit : Which lead'st the Circle of a sauage round With iarring songs , and homely musicks sound : Which to fond mirth their cruell minds dost frame , And after with a pleasing sleepe dost tame : By whom the Indian Priests inspired be , When they presage in barbrous Poetrie : Infume my braine , make my soules powers subtile , Giue nimble cadence to my harsher stile : Inspire me with thy flame , which doth excell The purest streames of the Castalian well , That I on thy ascensiue wings may flie By thine ethereall vapours borne on high , And with thy feathers added to my quill May pitch thy tents on the Parnassian hill , Teach me what power thee on earth did place , What God was bounteous to the humane race , On what occasion , and by whom it stood , That the blest world receiu'd so great a good . Before the earth and heau'n were create , When the rude This Chaos ancients faine to be a disordred masse , out of which the world was made . Chaos lay disconsolate , When this great All , and wondrous worke we see Had neither forme , nor part , nor qualitie , Blind Nature did her Some Philosophers fained that the world was composed ex Atomis , of little motes gathered together . Atomi disperse Ouer the large confused vniuerse , And heau'nly powers all out of order plac't , Were buried in the bowels of the Vast . Then did these seedes , which yet vnpolisht were , Wage warre against the seedes of single-beere , And smotherd in that topsi-turuie trance , Nourisht some smacke of mirth and iouisance : But when this massie lumpe had chang'd her face , And eu'ry thing possest his proper place , Yet did this plant in darke obliuion lurke , Small trauaile could not bring forth such a worke : ( Like to Alcmenaes sonne the God of might , Whom to beget Ioue made a treble night ) Till wise Prometheus , which compos'd a creature Excelling all the world in forme and feature , When he that rare immortall worke had done , Stole fire from the bright chariot of the Sunne : Which farre-fetcht fire had seru'd him to no end , But that the Earth her chiefest powers did lend : For seeing how great Phoebus was beguil'd To make a God of her beloued child , And alwaies enuying at the Gods aboue , ( As her The rebellious Giants were fained to haue Viperean or snaky feete . Viperean brood of Giants proue : And totall ruine of her stubborne race , For whom in At the generall flood . teares she washt her watrie face ) She call'd her Herald-winds , and charg'd them all , That they a councell of her subiects call : Out goes her Purseuant the blustring gale , And summons eu'ry hill , and euery dale ; Curles eu'ry riuer with a sliding touch From Titans rising to his Westerne couch , And with the whissing Trumpet it doth beare Commaunds each earthly subiect to appeare , And on a high Embassage doth repaire To Earths three sisters , Water , Fire , and Aire : ( These foure are ioynt copartners , and coheires Of all that lies below the starrie spheres : Who for their kingdomes bounds haue been at ods , But now they by the sentence of the Gods , And their dread vmpires , Hot , Drie , Moist , and Cold In common , and without diuision hold ) The day was comen , when on a stately pile Foure seates were plac't on the Americk I le , Where these great Princes and their portly traines Made enterview on the Atlantis ( the Iland which Plato mentions ) some suppose to be America . Atlantick plaines . After The earth . Pandora had made euident The cause of this so sudden Parlement , Tearing her flowrie locks , and furrowed face , She gan lament the poore Prometheus case . Stand out ( quoth she ) thou that art thus distrest , Declare thy case , for here thou maist be blest . Then stept out he as a condemned man Clothed in blacke , and thus his speech began . Know most dread Soueraignes of the lower globe , I am a dead man , and this guiltie robe Shewes that by colour of the Gods contemn'd I to a Vulturs mercie am condemn'd , On Caucasus amid the Scythian groue , By the fear'd sentence of almightie Ioue , There to be tide in euerlasting chaines , Plung'd in the horrour of eternall paines : Yet this torments me not , this must be borne , ( And patience comes perforce to men forlorne ) But that my worke which I haue erst begun , For all my labour should remaine vndone , That 's my vexation , that 's my only griefe , And only rests in you to giue reliefe : For Ioue enuies the beautie of the frame , And seekes all meanes how to deface the same , Looking on me with a suspitious eye , As a corriuall of his dignitie ; When he may well remember ( if he please ) How little I deserue such lookes as these , When I with counsell of an aged head Did stay his youthfull thoughts from Thetis bed , And told him there he should beget a sonne Should him depose , as he before had done His father Saturne : then he thankt me faire , ( But words are quickly turn'd to fleeting aire ) Now hates he me , and doth my worke detest , Which must vnlesse you helpe vnperfect rest , For all my sharpe inuentions cannot find How life vnto this trunke may be combin'd . Here grandame The earth . Ops her grieued head did shake , And made the massie earths foundations quake , Then gusht cleere fountaines from her hollow eyes , ( Floods from the earths strange motions often rise ) And at the last her lips did part in two , ( As after Earth-quakes they are wont to doe ) Is 't not enough ( quoth she ) that tyrant Ioue Hath my sonne Saturne from his kingdome droue ? And me his mother hath confin'd below , Because I wept as partner of his woe ? Is 't not enough my middle part doth frie , While head and feete benumd with cold doth lie ? That alwaies halfe my Realme the Sunne doth lack , And for his absence mourne in gloomie black ? Or that my louing subiects neuer see , But halfe the heauen wheresoere they be ? Is not all this enough , and more then this To be secluded from all heau'nly blisse ? Bound in a dungeon , vs'd as though I were A beast ordain'd laborious waights to beare ? Each massie thing , and the worlds waightiest part Pressing vnto my center , to my hart , Where he hath made huge caues , & darksome holes , Places of torture for offending soules , Whose howling yells , cries , curses , grones and teares Are pois'ned obiects to mine eyes and eares : And is not this enough , but must he still Crosse the good purpose of my harmlesse will ? Hindring the proiect of our gen'rall care , Our sonne whose wished fruite we hope to share , Nor shall too sweete an expectation mocke vs happie beldames of a blessed stocke : Only it resteth that we now deuise To seate our darling in the starrie skies , Which purpose that we to effect may bring , A plant shall from my wrinkled forehead spring , And eu'ry Ladie shall that herbe endow With the best gemmes that deck her glorious brow , Which once inflam'd with the stolne heau'nly fire , Shall breath into this liuelesse corse inspire . Scarse had she spoke , but by vnite consent It was allowed by eu'ry element , Each mountaine nodded , and each riuer sleeke Approu'd the sentence with a dimpled cheeke , And eu'ry thing in dauncing measure sprung , As erst they did , when gentle Orpheus sung : As when the Actors of some Enterlude , Which please the senses of the multitude , Are backt by the Spectators of the play With a wisht laughter , or a Plaudite : So with vnperfect voyces all the rout Grace this opinion with a loftie shout . ( Like Bacchus priests whom Strymons banks rebound , Strymon and Hebrus riuers in Thracia . Whom the shrill Ecchoes of fleete Hebrus sound ) Till Fire the eldest sister vp did stand , ( And silence made with her imperiall hand ) Praising the proiect swore to grace the same With actiue powers of her eternall flame . Aire likewise promist she would rarefie The earthly drosse to simple puritie , And caus'd her skipping Meteors to addresse Their gifts of light , and iocund nimblenesse , Her cloudes from heau'nly flood-gates manuring The ground , where this expected herb should spring . Water refus'd her vertues to inspire , Least she should quench the hope of future fire , Yet did the seruants of her excellence Offer each one their best parts quintessence : The Icy waues were all with Christall fraught : The Magellanick sea her vnions brought : Tagus with golden gifts doth proudly rise , And doth the famous Indian rills despise : Eridanus his pearl'd Electrum gaue : Euripus the swift fluxure of his waue : From British seas doth holesome Corall come : The Danish gulfe doth send her Succinum : And each this hoped embryon dignifies With offring of a seu'rall sacrifice . The earth her selfe at last did procreate This herbe composed in despite of fate , And charged eu'ry countrie , and each hill A speciall power into this leafe distill , Which thus adorn'd , by holy fire inflam'd Sweete life and breath within that carkasse fram'd : And had not Tellus temper'd too much mud , Too much terrene corruption in the bud , The man that tasted it should neuer die , But stand in records of eternitie : And as the ashes of the Phoenix burn'd Into another liuing bird are turn'd , So should the man , that takes this sacred fume , Another life within himselfe resume : Iolaus was the only man that euer had two liues . So Iolaüs , when his first was done , His second life was of Tabacco spunne . Some say for this Ioue vexed at the heart Did hide it long from the worlds better part : Hence came that former ages neuer knew The goods , that by this seeming weede accrue . Till as the Graces trauail'd through the earth , Giuing to men their gifts of heau'nly mirth , At last when they into Americk came , Drawne by the strange delights , and countries fame , They in the palace of great Mutezume Mutezume was King of the West Indies , when Cortez first arriued there . Were entertain'd with this celestiall fume : Where they forgetting all their wonted pleasure , Imbrac't with ioy this truest Indian treasure , And there remaining did no more respect Our petie world with nought but trifles deckt . So the faire Graces , which were wont to sport Amid our louing feasts , and sweete resort , Were now secluded from our lucklesse eyes , And in their place did braules and quarrels rise , All friendship banisht from false Europes sight , Where flattring lurkt in stead of deare delight . Till we poore soules in many troubles tost , Seeking the Graces which we erst had lost , When we had often sought them farre and neere , After great paine and trauaile found them there . Others doe tell a long and serious tale Of a faire Nymph that sported in the vale , Where Cipo with his siluer streames doth goe Along the valleyes of Wingandekoe , Wingandekoe is a counttey in the North part of America , called by the Queene Virginia . ( Which now a farre more glorious name doth beare , Since a more beautious Nymph was worshipt there ) There in a greene bowre did this Maiden dwell , Where pretie waues of a delicious well Leapt at her sight , and with a faint rebound Bubbled sweete Musicke with a daintie sound . ( This fountaine as a Nymph did whilome range , Till by her prayers the Gods her forme did change , When Cipo sought her chastities abuse , As Alpheus did to virgin Arethuse ) There dwelt this Nymph , which with her feature daunted The soueraigne Gods , and mortall men inchaunted . So full she was of most delightfull grace , That by the modell of her beautious face Ioue was about to build the heau'n anew , And change the azure to a ruddie hew , And pull the starrie lights from out the skies , Leauing but two in likenes of her eyes : But when the Fates so great a change forbade , In imitation of her red he made A ruddie night before a ioyfull day , And by her white he fram'd the milk-white way : Her golden threeds were so inchaunting faire , Men scorn'd the Sunne to gaze vpon her haire , Phoebus asham'd of this immur'd his beames Within the cincture of the Ocean streames : Whereat Ioue angrie sent swift Mercurie , Who to the palace of the Sunne did hie . Now the Sunnes Court was glorious to behold , Supported with strong pillers of bright gold , The top of Iu'ry was , the doores of plate , Where Vulcan did so liuely imitate The heau'n , the earth , the sea , the ayre , the flame , That heau'n , and earth , and sea enui'd the frame . Thither came Hermes , and with lowring cheare Cited the Sunne in person to appeare Before the Gods to tell his cause of stay , Why he so long did dallie with the sea . Phoebus obey'd , and when the Gods were met , And eu'ry one in wonted order set , A way was made by the fierce God of warre , And Pluto brought the pris'ner to the barre , The G●… sse ●… nce . Whom Suada Ioues Sollicitour accus'd , That he his light and vertue had abus'd , That whereas he had sworne by feared Styx , When Ioue the seale did to his patent fixe , That he would neuer in one place be found , But restlesse runne about the massie round : This solemne oth he had not duly kept , But in his strumpet Thetis lap had slept . Here Ioue did Suadaes accusation breake , And beckning gaue Apollo leaue to speake . You Gods ( quoth he ) that here as Iudges sit , I seeke not to defend my cause by wit , My chiefest plea is specchlesse eloquence , Grounded vpon my spotlesse innocence : Yet if I pleas'd to winne eternall glorie By the sweete cadence of mine Oratorie , I could reuiue the dead , and heale the sick By fluence of celestiall Rhetorick : The pleasant Musick of the heau'nly spheres Should pleade my cause to your attentiue eares : But with plaine termes shall my iust act be tride . ( Who laies on colours doth the substance hide ) I doe not make a night as long as three To dallie with my loue in iollitie , ( And yet I might as well such dalliance proue , As Ioue at Thebes for his Alcmenaes loue ) Nor my bright face in liquid teares doe steepe , Though my sonnes fall haue giu'n me cause to weep : But on the earth there is a greater light , Which with her raies doth equall day and night : Once from my couch I was about to rise , But straight this brighter lampe strooke blind mine eyes : My sister Luna when the night drew nie , Hath been as loth to shew her light as I : Nor can our splendent glorious lamps compare With her two lamps that farre more glorious are : And my Aurora hides her face away , Sleeping with her Tithonus all the day , And when she once beheld this radiant face , Hath euer since blusht at her owne disgrace : The Sphaeres of Planets with a sudden chaunge Make her the center of their circled raunge : And all the heau'nly Orbes doe disagree What part should oft'st in her Horizon bee : And mortall men colour and light despise , Esteeming her the obiect of the eyes : While she ( as women be ) proud of her honour , Makes the night day that men may gaze vpon her : Ioue hearing this dismist the Court in hast , And in a sillie shepheards weedes debas't , Shrowded with clowdes downe from the heau'n did slide , And piping sate vpon a mountaines side : A riuer in Virginia . ( Which Occams rolling current ouer-peares , Descending from a faire Pastoraes teares , Who now a marble stone , yet weepeth still To see her louer changed to a hill , Whom iealous Phoebus did by force remoue , Brooking no riuall in his feruent loue , Framing high pines of his inticing locks , Changing his teeth to Adamantine rocks ) Thither from heau'n great Ioue did hie apace , And sate on the transformed shepheards face . So sweetly sounded his melodious notes , That sheepe and shepheards in their homely cotes Daunc't to his layes , and following the sound Did clime the steepe hill with a solemne round : Among those flocks the beautious Nymph did pace , Whose snowy neck vied beauties with her face , ( Nor would it in so sweete a combat yield , Had not her ample forehead wonne the field ) And on that pole doth stand the orbe of loue , Where Cupid in eccentrick rounds doth moue , And now from her faire eyes his shafts doth dart , Then from her lips , and straight from euery part : Sweet roseall lips , doores to those sacred places , The gorgeous temples of the glorious graces , Which gates of Rubie , when they op'ned were , A shrine of pearle and christall did appeare , From whence delicious Oracles were spoken , Which pleasing wonders did to all betoken , Nor is the murmure of Cecropian Bees , Nor songs of birds vpon the ayrie trees , Nor the swift riuer falling downe the steepe , Lulling poore shepheards with a carelesse sleepe , ( Where Nature with her melodie amazeth The sillie flocke that on the greene bankes grazeth ) Equiualent with that celestiall sound , From whence they say Musicke receiu'd her ground : And first from her did Linus learne to sing , And with the sweete touch of a pleasing string Did imitate the playing of the aire With golden wires of her disheueled haire : Her countenance was so Angelike bright , That the pure starres were blinded at her sight , And euer since their lights so dazled were , That they were forc't to twinkle in their Sphere : Her hands were framed like a pretie gin Ordain'd to catch , and hold all pleasure in : And euery part a feruent loue did teach , Yet she her selfe aboue loues wanton reach : A Coronet she wore , she whilome wonne Striuing for beautie with the radiant Sunne , Which mightie Phoebus caus'd the Houres to make With cunning labour for Leucothoes sake , This curious worke with Indian pearles was grac't , Wherein the loues of Gods and men were plac't : There Neptune in a pretious Margarite Did woe and winne the beautious Amphitrite : There Iphis did in humble sort obey The cruell frownes of Anaxarete : And Princes loues in arts affections clad , Excell'd the passions they by nature had . Thus deckt by art and nature did she come , Whose feature strook the seeming shepheard dumbe , Nor could his wan'ring thoughts themselues containe , But now left off , and straightway pip'd againe : Sometimes his notes he with shrill tunes did raise To chaunt aloud the skipping Roundelaies : And then againe his lowly voyce did fall To sing a pleasant homely Pastorall : And eu'ry song to the Nymphs honour was Like shepheards musicke to a countrey Lasse : Lik'ning her eyes vnto the glimsing light , That guides poore heardsmen to their home at night : Her haire vnto the golden flowres that grow Along the fragrant banks of siluer Po : Her lips to waxe by curious workmanship Form'd as a paterne to each other lip : Thus sung he , till the black and shadie night With vgly forme did feare away the light , And Hesperus , that stands as euening scout , The euening starre . Began to leade the starrie ring about , ( Which durst not in her spangled suite appeare , As long as mightie Titans light was neere , By reason of some euerlasting iarres , That did arise twixt Phoebus and the starres ) Then all the Shepheards wearie of the Sunne , And glad that the laborious day was done , Began to driue their tender flocks away , But Ioue did force this sillie maide to stay , Telling her stories how the force of loue Had bow'd the hearts of Gods that dwelt aboue : How Ioue orecome by this celestiall power , Deceiu'd poore Danae in a golden shower : How with laments and teares Apollo rued Faire Daphnes change , whom he so fast pursued : Hereat she blusht and to depart she stroue ; But all in vaine against the force of Ioue . This saw the night and glad she was to see So fit reuenge for the great iniurie , Wherewith Ioue wrong'd her at* Alcides birth , Hercules . Making her watch three daies vpon the earth : Therefore in hast the darke malicious night To iealous Iuno doth relate this sight : Iuno enrag'd with threatning speeches storm'd , And the poore maide into an herbe transform'd : Which Ioue perceiuing by a vaine embrace The infant herbe with heau'nly powers did grace , And on the night he did inflict this paine , That while the pleasant Summer did remaine , The lucklesse night should haue but small command , But in the frostie winter longest stand . Yet could not Ioue forget his former loue , But ioyning earthly powers , and powers aboue , Therewith he did adorne this glorious bud , And fram'd it as a Micro-cosme of good , Making the ground where this sweet plant did spring To be a cordiall gainst each noysome thing , Endu'd with force all euils to asswage , And now began the famous golden age . No publike bond of law , no priuate oth Was needfull to the simple faith and troth : Each had a censure in his owne consent Without the feare of death or punishment : Nor did the busie Client feare his cause , Nor in strong brasse did they engraue their lawes , Nor did the doubtfull parties faintly tremble , While the brib'd Iudge did dreadful looks dissemble : Then safe from harme the vaunting Pine did stand , And had no triall of of the Shipwrights hand , But stood vpon the hill where first it grew , Nor yet was forc'd another world to view : Nor vnto greedie Merchants yet were knowne The shores of any land beyond their owne : Eu'ry defencelesse Citie then was sure , Nor could deepe ditches make it more secure : The harmelesse thoughts of that blest age did beare No warlike Trumpet , Cornet , Sword , or Speare , No furious Souldier needed to defend The carelesse folke , which quiet liues did spend , Nor did ambitious Captaines know the way To passe the cliffie shores of their owne sea : The earth yet free from any forc'd abuse Brought forth all things fit for each creatures vse , Without the helpe of any humane care , Vntoucht by harrow , and vncut by share , And mortall men vpon those meates did feede , Which of themselues did from the earth proceede , The mountaine Strawberie , and bitter Sloe , And Mulberies which on rough boughs doe grow , And homely Akornes , which did whilom fall From the high trees , which Ioue his owne doth call : The pleasant yeare was an eternall spring , Where Westerne winds continual flowres did bring : The fertile earth vnmanur'd and vntild , The bounteous gift of plenteous corne did yeeld : Nor did the field renew'd each seu'rall yeare Make windy sounds with many a waightie eare : Brookes did with Milke , and pleasant Nectar goe , And yellow hony from the trees did flow : Al good without constraint , heau'n , sea , men , ground , No gold , no ship , no law , no plough , no bound . Till Proserpine by this abused flame , ( Striuing to purchase an immortall name ) Reueng'd with raging fire her ancient spite On Tellus and the scornefull * Amphitrite : The Goddesse of the sea . ( Which oft had mockt her mansion place of hell , And call'd it darksome hole , and duskie cell ) Therefore the Furies she in hast commands To burne the fruitfull earth with fierie brands , And when their hands such instruments did want , She made them torches of this sacred plant : By which they fir'd the world , and that once done , About the earth in raging sort they runne , And euer since they by these flames did cause Famine , dissention , plagues , and breach of lawes . ( Yet was the hellish Queene with feare distract , Least Ioue should know and punish this foule fact : Therefore she hir'd the Poets long agone To cast the fault vpon poore Phaëton ) Now when this honour'd herbe was once abus'd , All paines , all plagues were on the world infus'd , And then the wicked iron age began , Shame , truth , and faith from earthly mansions ran , And in their place came fraud , and cloked vice , Treason , and force , and impious auarice : The Mariner whom hope of lucre blinds , Hasts to the sea vnexpert in the winds , And trees that long had stood on mountaines high , As ships vpon the vncouth waues doe lie : The Merchant then the boistrous sea did plow , Spite of the frowne of Neptunes angrie brow , Nor could the horrour of one iourneyes paine Feare greedie thoughts from ventring so againe : Neptune then grieued with the wounds and dints , Which in his face this curious worke emprints , The Goddesse to whom the Pine is dedicated . ( And mou'd with * Cybels outcries , which did frowne To see her hils defac'd , and Pines puld downe , And Natures plaints , whose lawes it had beguil'd ) Made the Sea stormie , which before was mild : Since which the ribs of broken ships doe show , What hurts and dangers by this engine grow , Which makes each fertile countrie want the more , By seeming Steward of each countries store . Now did the warie reaper with long bounds Deuide to portions the vnited grounds , Which erst were common to each mortall wight , As is the liquide ayre , or pleasant light : Nor did they onely take the needfull corne , And daily food , which from the earth was borne , But to the bowels of their mother sought , And cursed riches from the center brought , Which the wise earth had couer'd vnespide , And neere vnto the Stygian waues did hide . First then began the phrases , Mine , and Thine : Pure water turn'd to artificiall wine : Pleasure vnknowne , and more then simple mirth Start vp with gold from out the mangled earth : Then bounds , then contracts at a racking price , And from those bounds sprung boundlesse auarice : Then hurtfull steele the workmans hand did feele , And gold more hurtfull then the hurtfull steele : And when both these were comen to perfect growth , From thence came warre , that fights with help of both : Then did the souldier , which in battell stands , Shake glittring weapons with his bloodie hands : All liu'd by wrong : each friend his friend did feare , And brethren seldome linkt in friendship were : The husband seekes the death of his owne wife , And she againe grieues at her husbands life : The angrie stepdames fearfull poysons make , Which their new husbands hated child may take : And the sonne wearie of his fathers stay , Longs for his death before his fatall day . White Pieties dispersed reliques lie Conquer'd , and spoil'd of earthly dignitie , And then Astraea last of heau'nly powers Iustice . Forsooke the earth reeking with bloodie showers . Yet was not vice ascended to the height : Yet might our pond'rous soules endure the weight Of our corrupted flesh : yet might we say The growth of sinnes perfection wants a day : Till the fierce Giants of Viperean birth Made loftie heau'n no more secure then earth , Seeking Ioues kingdome by presumptuous warres , Building high mountaines to the trembling starres : But Ioue the hils did from Olympus tosse , And cast great Pelion from the top of Osse : And when the furious Giants thus were kild , By the great weight which their own hands did build , The earth gaue life vnto her childrens blood , And fram'd them liuing bodies of her mud , And ( least no signe should of her stocke remaine ) She chang'd them to the formes of men againe , Who not degen'rate from their bloodie birth , Defi'd the heauen , and defil'd the earth . Then first ambitious mortals gan to rise , And with vaine pride did the great Gods despise , Still warr'd they with the Gods , still had the worst , And when their hands could do no more , they curst : Nor could the flood that inward spot deface , Still it continued in the humane race , Creeping vnseene , subiecting eu'ry part , Till it possest our chiefest towre , our hart : Which thus infected did a battell wage Gainst the remainders of the golden age . Goddesse of wrath and despite . Then cursed Ate first began her raigne , And plac't her throne vpon the fluent maine , Ioying to see the billowes in their pride Tosse totter'd ships with perill on each side : Yet sorie Neptune should so largely sup , And glad againe , when ought he vomits vp . By her hath eu'ry thing corrupted beene From the earths center to the heau'nly Queene : ( Which stands aboue the reach of earthly feares , The lowest of the pure celestiall sphaeres ) The fertile earth corrupted by these seedes Brought forth vnholesome plants , & fruitlesse weeds : The water not content with her owne bounds , Vsurpt vpon the neere adiacent grounds : The ayre infected did infect the breath , From whence arose the instruments of death : The fire so hid her selfe , that none could see Where her abode or proper place should bee : Then sicknesse came on the infected earth , Some fell in youth , some perisht in their birth , And whereas mortals neuer died before , Till spent with age their lights could burne no more , Now fathers eyes were made a watrie sourse , To wash their sonnes graues in prepost'rous course . And had not the immortall Gods at last , Pitying the sorrowes sillie men had past , Cherisht poore soules with their eternall loue , And sent Apollo Paean from aboue , To crosse the purpose which the hag intended , Long since her malice all the world had ended : Yet could not carefull Phoebus quite deface The venome Ate on the earth did place , Till Aesculapius great Apolloes sonne ( Enuying the glorie shepheard Pan had wonne , When of his loue transform'd he did inuent The pleasure of a Musicke instrument ) Descri'd this herbe to our new golden age , And did deuise a pipe , which should asswage The wounds , which sorrow in our hearts did fixe , More then the sound of flutes , and fiddle-sticks , And by the force thereof ( as Poets faine ) Brought torne Hippolytus to life againe , And watchmen set , and them Phisitians call'd Men , whom the Muses had before enstall'd , Whose carefull soules were by this potion fir'd , And by the power of this sweete herbe inspir'd , Which by the vertue of their sacred hands Deliuer'd men from death , and sicknes bands . Others affirme the Gods were ignorant Of the confection of so sweet a plant : For had they knowne this smokes delicious smack , The vault of heau'n ere this time had been black , And by the operation of this fume Been purg'd for euer of her clowdie rheume : Daintie Ambrosia with a loth'd disdaine Had been made meate for each milk-pottage-braine : Ioues Ganymede had neuer smelt of drinke , The heau'nly Mazers flowing ore the brinke , Nor fixen Iuno euer broke his head For spilling Nectar on the gorgeous bed : Gods would haue reueld at their feasts of mirth With the pure distillation of the earth , The marrow of the world , starre of the West , The pearle , whereby this lower Orbe is blest , The ioy of mortals , vmpire of all strife , Delight of nature , Mithridate of life , The daintiest dish of a delicious feast , By taking which man differs from a beast . Thrice happie Isles , which steale the worlds delight , And doe produce so rich a Margarite : Had but the old Heroick spirits knowne The newes , which fame vnto our eares hath blowne , Colchis , and the remote Hesperides Had not been sought for halfe so much as these : Nor had the fluent wits of ancient Greece Prais'd the rich apples , or the golden fleece : Nor had Apolloes garland been of bayes , Nor Homer writ of sweete Nepenthes praise : Nepenthes signifieth a drink to take away sorow or care . Nor had Anacreon with a sugred glose Extold the vertues of the fragrant Rose : Nor needed Hermes with his fluent tongue Haue ioin'd in one a rude vnciuill throng , And by perswasions made that companie An order'd Politike societie , When this dumbe Oratour would more perswade , Then all the speeches Mercurie had made : Nor honour'd Ceres been create diuine , And worshipt so at curious Eleusine , Whom blinder ages did so much adorne For the inuention of the vse of corne : Nor Saturnes feast had been the ioyfull day , Wherein the Romanes washt their cares away , But in the honour of great Trinidade A new Tabacconalia had been made : Had watrie Neptune knowne the force of this He had preuail'd , and Athens had been his , His gift the Oliue would as farre exceed , As Pallas gift excell'd his trampling steed : Immortall Chiron had he knowne this leafe , ( Hurt by an arrow of Alcides sheafe ) Had neuer wisht the troden mortall way , But might haue well been cur'd , and liu'd for aye : Had foule Thersites with his spitefull hart , Crook'd in each inward , and each outward part , By this Elixir been but once refin'd , He would haue chang'd his bodie , and his mind : Or had the Bees that Platoes lips did grace , Suckt hony from this sweete Tabacco-place , He had surpast , and stain'd himselfe as farre , As others by his stile obscured are : With this had Circe in her pleasant caue Temper'd the potion she Vlysses gaue , He neuer would haue wisht , that his blest eyes Might once behold his countries smoke arise : Had ancient Heralds knowne this sacred plant , Of which their lucklesse age was ignorant , When they did giue the worlds most worthie things , As glorious ensignes to victorious Kings , Tabacco had been richer armorie , Then Lions , Crosses , or spread Eaglets be : The Druids were Priests much reuerenced among the sauage Britaines and Frenchmen . Did the French * Druids liue , and were obey'd , Nicot ( that first this herbe to France conuey'd ) Should be the God of pleasures and delights , Worshipt with pompe on Bacchanalian nights , And in his praise the barb'rous Priests would sing Vntuned numbers in a iarring string , Caruing harsh rimes on eu'ry knottie tree , More crookt and rugged , then the booke could bee , Sounding in eu'ry homely verse they frame The treble accent of God Nicots name : Had the sage Chaldees which did name the stars , And were the first , and best Astronomers , Seene the great wonders , which our eyes haue seene , This plant had then a constellation beene . Nor had the honour'd Ramme begun the yeare ; Nor the high Northerne pole adorn'd the Beare ; Nor Ioue disgrac'd , nor with his Minions fild Th'engrauen vault , which first his hands did build : Our herbe had been a Planet , and indu'd With light aboue the greatest magnitude , And when this starre had stood in good aspect With happie Planets of the best effect , He , whom the proud world thē to light should bring , Had been a Poet , or at least a King : Saturne had neuer brag'd his chariot went The next vnto the azure firmament : Nor had the Sunne in his Maiestick pride Been thron'd with equall Planets on each side : Nor for high births had the Astrologer Markt the coniunction of great Iupiter . Were my quaint polisht tongue my soules best hopes , And grac't with figures , colours , schemes , and tropes , This herbe would surpasse in excellence The great'st Hyperboles of eloquence : Yet this sweete simple by misordred vse Death or some dang'rous sicknesse may induce , Should we not for our sustentation eate , Because a surfet comes from too much meate ? Should we not thirst with mod'rate drinke represse , Because a dropsie springs from such excesse ? Should we not take some holesome exercise To chafe our vaines , and stretch our arteries , Because abus'd in a laborious kind It hurts the bodie , and amates the mind ? So our faire plant , that doth as needfull stand , As heau'n , or fire , or aire , or sea , or land , As Moone , or Starres , that rule the gloomie night , Or Tullies friendship , or the Sunnie light , Her sacred vertue in her selfe enroules , And leaues the euill in vaine-glorious soules , And yet who dyes cloid with celestiall breath , Diagoras died for ioy . Shall dye with ioy a Diagorian death . All goods , all pleasures it in one doth linke , T is Phisick , clothing , Musick , meate and drinke : It makes the hungrie soules forget their wants , And nimbly daunce like skipping Cybels Priests , that daunced much in their sacrifice . Corybants : By force of this Timon that odious beast Would haue turn'd iester at each solemne feast , And by one draught of this Americk grape Haue been Laberius or Sarmentus ape : Nor would Diogenes . the Cynick in his homely tunne Haue askt the shining of the gen'rall Sunne , But had he then this herbes great vertues knowne , He would haue beg'd it of Alexander . the Macedone . The Faunes and Satyres which doe lightly praunce , The beasts that after Orpheus musick daunce , At sight of this would haue forgot the sound , The Ecchoes would no more the voice rebound , Orpheus himselfe would haue forsooke his Lute , And altogether stood amaz'd , and mute . The lumpish Stoicks , which did thus decree , A mortall man might without passion bee , Had they once cast their carelesse eyes on this , Would soone haue showne what humane nature is : The Epicureans , whose chiefe good was plac't In earthly pleasures vaine voluptuous tast , Had our Tabacco in their daies been found , Had built their frame on a more likely ground . Pyrrho that held all by opinion stood , Would haue affirm'd this were by nature good : The rude Laconians , whom Lycurgus care Barr'd from the traffick of exotick ware , Had * Malea been with such a treasure fraught , A Hauen nere Sparta among the Lacaedemonians . Would haue esteem'd their strictest acts at nought , And with a slight pretence , or fained cause , Haue crackt the credit of their cobweb lawes . When eloquent Hegesias caus'd men die With disputation of liues miserie , Had this life-giuing pleasant potion then Been once imparted to those desp'rate men , It would haue sooner forced them to liue , Then the commaunds great Ptolomie could giue : Had Phoebus Hyacinth , or faire Narcissus , Venus Adonis , or sweete Cyparissus , By the propitious Gods been turn'd to this , Happie had been their Metamorphosis : Yet it may be to this they were not turn'd , Because their louers grieu'd to see them burn'd : This is the Opium , which the Turks doe take , When they their hearts would light & iocund make : By this Medea did her drinke compose , Which AEson did from aged bonds vnlose : You finde not a diuiner herbe then this , In all Albertus de miraculis : Or the huge Herbals , which vaine fooles obey , In Porta , Fuchsius , and great Dodoney : In it Phisitians haue no skill at all , It is an essence Metaphysicall , Nor is a thing so exquisite , so pure , Compos'd of any common temp'rature : Scepticks are those Phisi●… s which deale by searching into nature , but Empi icks by experience . Nor can the Scepticks , or Empiricks see This herbs great vertue , nature and degree : Who takes this med'cine need not greatly care , Who Galenists , who Paracelsians are : Nor need he seeke their Rosaries , their Summes , Their Secrets , their Dispensatoriums : Nor fill his pocket with their costly bils , Nor stuffe his maw with their vnsau'ry pils , Nor make huge pitfals in his tender vaines , With thousand other more then hellish paines , But by this herbes celestiall qualitie May keepe his health in mirth and iollitie : It is the fountaine whence all pleasure springs , A potion for imperiall crowned Kings : He that is master of so rich a store , May laugh at Croesus , and esteeme him poore , And with his smokie scepter in his fist Securely flout the toyling Alchymist , Who daily labours with a vaine expence In distillations of the quint-essence , Not knowing , that this golden herbe alone Is the Philosophers admired stone : It is your gallants med'cine singular , As Possets to the wearied Ploughman are : The King of the Phaeacians , whose orchard Homer describes . Alcinous trees , nor the Isles fortunate Cannot afford so sweet a delicate : Teucer had neuer purg'd his cares with wine , Had he but dream't of Phisick so diuine : Nor Bacchus had been Patrone of delight , Nor gouern'd Tigers with his princely might , Nor conquer'd all the nations of the earth , Because he tam'd their sauage minds with mirth : Nor had Mercuriall of Mercurie , Gentiane of Gentius King of Illyricum . Mercuriall , or herbe Gentiane The glorious names of Gods , or Princes tane : Moly of which the Homer . Prince of Poets wrote , Spaines Triacle , or the strongest Antidote is any remedie against poyson . Antidote , Is not so good against a Magicke spell , Nor deadly poyson from th' heart t'expell , As our most glorious plant : which had it beene In ancient times , and famous ages seene , The fruitfull Oliue , and sweet-smelling Bayes Had neuer been the signes of peace , and praise : Long since the blessed Thistle , and Herbe-grace Had lost their names , and been accounted base , Had great Tabacco pleas'd to shew her powers , As now she doth in this blest age of ours , Blest age , wherein the Indian Sunne had shin'd , Whereby all Arts , all tongues haue been refin'd : Learning long buried in the darke abysme Of dunsticall , and monkish barbarisme , When once this herbe by carefull paines was found , Sprung vp like Cadmus followers from the ground , Which Muses visitation bindeth vs , More to great Cortez , and Vespucius , Cortez and Vespucius were two that helpt especially to the true knowledge of America . Then to our wittie Mores immortall name , To Valla , or the learned Rott'rodame : And our poore tongue , which long had barren laine , Wanting the fall of sweete Parnassian raine , Was lightned by this Planets radiant beames , Which rising from the Westerne ocean streames , Melteth the drie clowdes to celestiall showres , And on our heads those heau'nly fountaines powres : Had the Castalian Muses knowne the place , Which this Ambrosia did with honour grace , They would haue left Parnassus long agoe , And chang'd their Phocis for Wingandekoe ; Yet it may be the people voide of sense , With sauage rites , and manners fear'd them thence : But our more glorious Nymph , our moderne Muse , Which life and light doth to the North infuse , Which doth with ioint and mutuall honour grace Her place with learning , learning with her place : In whose respect the Muses barb'rous are , The Graces rude , nor is the Phoenix rare : Which farre exceedes her predecessours facts , Nor are their wondrous acts , now wondrous acts : Which by her wisdome , and her Princely powers Defends the walles of Albions cliffie towers , Hath vncontrol'd stretcht out her mightie hand Ouer Virginia , and the New-found-land , And spread the Colours of our English Rose In the farre countries , where Tabacco growes , And tam'd the sauage nations of the West , Which of this iewell were in vaine possest : Nor is it maruaile that this pretious gem Is thus beset with beasts , and kept by them , When it is likely , that almightie Ioue , By such fierce keepers to obscure it stroue , Bearing against it an immortall hate , As the gainsayer of eternall fate : Besides a thousand dangers circle round , What euer good within this world is found , Least mortals should no worke , nor trade professe , But spend their daies in lust , and idlenesse : And least their fickle thoughts should soone disdaine The things they got but with a little paine : Therefore best fruites are couer'd with hard shels , The sweetest water is in deepest wels , And Indian Ants as big as Mastiues hold A place most fertile of desired gold , Sicile the garner of the earth , her pride Hath Scylla and Charybdis on each side , And in times past had a plague worse then these , Of the fierce Cyclops and Laestrygones , Fierce people dwelling neere Sicilie , of whom Homer speakes . The horride Dragon , which did neuer sleepe , The Orchard of the golden fruite did keepe , And in the countries , which be hot and drie , The dreadfull beasts about the fountaines lie , And Gotthish Spaniards haue the royaltie , Where glorious gold , and rich Tabacco be , A nation worse then the Laestrygones , And farre more sauage then the Sauages : Yet doth not this diuine Tabacco soile , Which shines like a bright Diamond in a foile , And doth as farre excell the golden graines , As gold the brasse , or siluer pewter staines , Although the Chymists say , our mother beares Gold in her wombe so many thousand yeares , Ere she can perfect what she hath begunne , And bring to full growth that terrestriall Sunne : And though the * Theban Lyrick crown'd with bayes Pindarus . Begins his Odes with that sweet mettals praise , Yet counteruailes it not this herbs desart , But only shares a yonger brothers part : For this our praised plant on high doth sore Aboue the baser drosse of earthly ore , Like the braue spirit , and ambitious mind , Whose Eaglets eyes the Sunne-beames cannot blind , Nor can the clog of pouertie depresse Such soules in base , and natiue lowlinesse , But proudly scorning to behold the earth , They leape at Crownes , and reach aboue their birth : Despised mud sinkes to the center straight , But worthie things will striue to get on height : So our sweete herbe all earthly drosse doth hate , Though in the earth both nourisht , and create , And as the nature is of smoke , and fire Leaues this low orbe , and labours to aspire Wrapt in the cincture of her smokie shroudes , Mixing her vapours with the ayrie cloudes , And from these fumes ascending to the skies , Some say the dewes , and gentle showres arise , And from the fire thereof the Cyclops stroue To frame the mightie thunderbolts of Ioue : This is a sauour which the Gods doth please , If they doe feed on smoke ( as Lucian sayes ) Therefore the cause that the bright Sunne doth rest At the low point of the declining West , When his oft-wearied horses breathlesse pant , Is to refresh himselfe with this sweet plant , Which wanton Thetis from the West doth bring , To ioy her loue after his toilesome ring : For 't is a cordiall for an inward smart , As is Dictamnum to the wounded Hart : It is the sponge that wipes out all our woe ; 't is like the thorne that doth on Pelion grow , With which who-ere his frostie limbes anoints , Shall feele no cold in his benummed ioints ; 't is like the riuer , which who ere doth tast , Forgets his present griefes and sorrowes past : Musick , which causeth vexed thoughts retire , And for a while cease their tormenting fire : Musick the prize , which when the eares haue stole , They doe conuey it to th'attentiue soule : Musick , which forceth beasts to stand at gaze , And doth the rude and senselesse soules amaze : Compar'd to this , is like delicious strings , Which sound but harshly while Apollo sings : The braine with this infum'd all quarrell ends , Tullie and Clodius will be faithfull friends , And like another Crassus one carouse Crassus was the onely bond ( while he liued ) of Caesar and Pompeyes friendship . Will linke againe Pompey , and Caesars house , And quickly stint the inhumane designes Of furious Guelphes and Gibellines were a mightie faction in Italie . Guelphes , and warlike Gibellines . The man that shall this smokie Magick proue , Shall need no Philters be charmes to obtaine loue . Philters to obtaine his loue , But shall be deckt with farre more pleasing grace , Then ere was Nireus or Narcissus face . Here could I tell you , how vpon the seas Some men haue fasted with it fortie daies : How those , to whom Plinie no mouths did giue , Doe only on diuine Tabacco liue : How Andron , which did passe the Lybian sands Vnto the place where Hammons Temple stands , And neuer dranke , nor was he euer dry , Supprest the heate of raging thirst thereby : How a dull Cynick by the force of it Hath got a pleasing gesture , and good wit : How sparing Demea whom the Comick chaung'd , By this was from his former selfe estraung'd : How many Cowards base and recreant , By one pipes draught were turned valiant , And after in an artificiall mist Haue ouerthrowne their foes before they wist : How one that dreamt of a Tabacco roll , Though sick before , was straight made perfect whole . Peace pratling Muse , offend sage eares no more , Die in the seas which canst not get the shore , And sinke , as ouerwhelm'd with too much matter , Least telling all the world should thinke thee flatter : Plinie was burnt searching to know from whence the fire of the hill Vesuuius did rise . Doe not , like curious Plinie , seeke to know , Whence the earths smoke , and secret flames do grow , Least this immortall fire , and sacred fume , Like to Vesuuius doe thy powers consume : But clok'd with vapours of a duskie hue , Bid both the world and thy sweet herbe Adue . {αβγδ} . FINIS .