The thre first bookes of Ouids de tristibus. 1578
Ovidius Naso, Publius.
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After which time, the said Ouid aſwel in his passage on the Sea, as after arrived in the Barbarous countries, he rather to recouer the Emperours grace, wrote these Elegias, or Lamentable verses, directing some to the Gods, some to Caesar, some to his wife, some to his Daughter, some to his Friends, etc. And called this book, the book of Sorowes: In latin de Triustibus. TO HIS MOST ASSURED and tried Friend, e Master Christophier Hatton Eſquire, Thomas Churchyarde wiſheth continueunce of Vertue. Is I have great desire o perforime my promise touches ns my whole works of English e 5 1 7 erſes good master Ha tron, /o 7 fs 2 Ra 1 wſhmyſeljeablenerye waze N 8 RD V 70 Keepe the Churchyarde wiſheth continueunce of Vertue. 1207 thyneſſe of our ; —. Tuendsbip, mhbich many baue ta- ſted, and few can find fault with hall: such is the euen- neſe of your dealings, and the upright behauiour of the same. Vel, leaſt I should seem to you folde a fare dle of Flattrie, I returne'to my matter. M booke being inreadye, consideringe I was commanded by a great and mighty par ſonage )to Writes sames a gaine, I am forced in the meane while to occupy your judgment ment with the reading of another mansworke zwhose doings of it sile, is sufficient to purchase good report. albeit it wanted ſuch a Patron 4s you are to defende it. The reſte of that woorke which as yet is not come Forth, Ipurpoſe to pen and ſet out crauing a little lea. ſure for the ſame. And ſurely fir ,Tblusb that myne * ownelbooke beares not a better 1 tle ,but the baſes nes of the matter wil not ſuffer it to beare any higher name The Epiſtle. name, than (hurchyardes Chyps for in the ſame are ſondrye tryfles compoſed m my youth and ſuch fruict as thoſe dayes and my ſimple knowledye coulde yelde: ſo that the aptest name for | uch finffe, was as I thou- ght, to gene my workes this Title, tobe called (bur ' yardes Chips towarme the wyttes of his welwillers.) In my firſt booke sbalbe three Tragedies, two tales, a Dreame,a deſcription of Frendship, a Farewell to the Court. the ſiege of Leeth and ſundry other thine ges j are already written. And in my ſeconde Pooke shalbe four Tragedies, ten Tales, the Siege of Saynt uintaynes, Newhanuen, Calleis, and Gynts ,and1 hope the reſt of all the forrem VYarres . that I haue ſeene or heard of abroade hal follow in another Vo- lume. Thu, commending this little pr eſent to your conſi- deration,0 trouble you not long with the tediouſnes o £Y my Epiſtle ,and wishing you mucbe worshipp: , good = 5 All fortune, I bydde you moſte harielye arewel, Tours in al at commatindes met. | Thomas ( harchyarde. Fol. 1. Ouid to his Booke. The Elegie firſt. x oh EV little booke (I biame theenot)to ſtately towne ſhal go. For a cruel château, where thou goest, thy master may not see, So nov thy way: pet, but thy self, in sad and simple gear. Duchertes weede as time requize, I will not do weare. No value, Violet shall thou visit, no robe of Purple hue, Though costly courtes be unsuited, our carefull cause to rue. With ruddy red dye not the face, no space of Cedar tree, Such outward hue, see that thou have, as cause a signes to thee. Frounce not thy fearful face, I say, no, hapless head do strike, But roughen and rugde, so shewe in light, that pity may pounce, (Thoſe, subject, lleights be much more meet, so volumes voyage of payne But thou of my unfriendly fate a more man must remain. Be not abaust thy ruthful blots, to set and shewe in sight, That of my tears men may them judge, to have been made a righte. Depart thy way and in my name, salute those blessed bowers. When as thy fearful foot shall fall, in Cz years strictly towers. It may be (as some there are) among the rural route, Forgetleſeſe frends shall aſke so mee, oꝛ ought shall seem to doute: So do confeſſe my troubled state, wherein thou sees me plight: It further speak shall thee pꝛouoke, oꝛ other skill they crane, Charge thee then to take good heede: no waſtfull woꝛdes to have. My faulty facts if any shall, repzoue perhappes to thee, Oz dolefull deedes in publike place condemned chaunce to bee. Spend thou no spéach, noz do not care, though the threatening bowes they bend A rightful cause it hindzeth okt, with wozdes if we dese. Some halt thou finde that wil bewayle,me thus in exile ſent, And readinge thee wyth tricklinge teares,my carefull caſe lament. And in their muttringe mindes will wiſhe Cleft wicked men map heare) That Czſarsp2e once ſet a ſyde, from paynes I may be cleare. To ſuch therefoze as wel do wilhe, to vs that payne do pꝛoue, To mighty loue wee p2ap likewpſe,like ſoꝛrowes to remoue. All thinges thus ſtalde in quiet ſtate, and Cæſars grace once wonne., - Doth wiche my lothſome like to ende, where life J firſt begonne. A worke vnwozthy of my witte, of thee ſome men will iudge. And doinge that I thee requpze, at thee enn ſhall grudge, yy Pet Ouid de triſtibus. pet ought a Judge as. well to time, as matter haue regarde, Which if he haue (as J do hope) thou ſafely ſhalbe harde. Foz pleaſaunt verſes do pꝛoceede, from quiet reſtinge bꝛayne, But ſoden ſoꝛrowes mee aſſaultes, with hugie heapes of payne, I time of trouble voyde it craues,a perfit verſe to make, Wut mee: the Seas, the wꝛeſtlinge windes, the winter wilde doth ſhake. A minde moꝛe free from feare it aſkes, in deadly doubt J ſtande, Leaſt that my life wyth ſwoꝛd be reft,by fo2ce of enmtes hande. Vet ſome there are that marueile will, and rightfull Judges bee, When theo this meane and ſ{mp{e verſe, with equalleyes (hall ſee. Foz though that Homer yet did line, with ſoꝛrowes fo be ſet, His wonted wits though malyce mighte, J feareJe ſhould foꝛget. pet ſhewe thy ſelke (my ſeelye booke) without regarde of fame, Noꝛ though percaſe thou doſt diſpleaſe, let it not thee aſhame. Syth koꝛtune fo vnfrendly ig. to hope it were in vapne, That thou hereby should purchase pꝛayſe, to make thereof thy gapne, Whyle foꝛtune ſmylde with smyzken cheere, of kame J had deſy2e. And noted name on euerie sade, J ſought foꝛ to acquire. A favacd verſe lo nowe make, and hate my hurtkull foe, Let it suffice: sith that my wit, koꝛsaketh mee therefoze. Vet go thou on, and in my sateede, the royal Rome to see, God grant, that there as none of myne, they map accompt of thee. And though thou there a straunger bee, thincke not vuknowne to come, But that amids the mighty towne, thou shalt be known to come. Thy couller will disclose thy craft, although thou weare no name, By depe deceipt oꝛ otherwiſe, by skill to cloake the same. In pꝛuup wyſe pet paſe thou in, my verſe may els offende, The wonted grace it clearely wants, which J to verſe did lende. To reade as myne if any shal, vn wozthy therefoze-deeme, And from his hands to ca’t aw ap, to thee by heaven shall seem. Tell then thy name: thou art not here, of love that taught the lozier, that wicked wozke hath felt the paynes, that it deserved, befoze. Perhaps thou lookest I should thee bid, the Palace pondered to clime, where Caesar Ropall Court doth keep, with pleasure passed time. Those Pzincely places and eke Gods, of pardon too great, syth from the stateliest tops of them, this lightning to wee have. The time I may remember when, those Gods might be gentle were, such now therefoze as hurtful bee, by proof of pain. The wise, I do that once was made, with Goſchaukes greedy nipe, does lead the smallest fly of her, to fly her greuous grip. The first Book. 2. The wandering lamb, a woſe wing wolf, had caught by courage, Escapeing then his cruel chaps, doth sleep in sheepheardg koulde. Escape then his cruel chaps, doth sleep in sheepheardg koulde. Escape then his lelfe confesses that he has received the oath, Do fear the hoſe of slinging, by thundering the sound of the sound. Who so Ca pharaſe seeks to shun, in way from Greek fleet, That he always from Greek fleet, to turn his realm is meet. My chyppe that lately did escape, with sturdy stony a clapye, In that same place doth hate to come, so fear of life mishap. My book therefoze beware and stand, with fearful mind in doubt, And be content that thou be dead, in private place about. While Icarus with tender wings, did climb the starry sky, In surging seas he fell down, which have their name thereby. The Oweier of the sayles To be, herein to know is hard, But time and cause shall counsel thee, it thou thereto regard. And when time and cause is past, And when all are past, and turn to friendship, Some doubting thus with fearful face, will thee perhaps presume present, So he with words thy way have made, then go where thou art sent. So he with words thy way has made, then go where thou art sent. So he with words thy ways have made, of whom the wound I have. And hurt and heale by selfsame same, Achilles lately gave. Take heed while help herein thou seek, thereby no hurt any, For fear doth farre our hope, thy self therefor see aduise. In mindes to quiet bent, rene we not witherse, Let thou wander map kindle coales, to double soothier payne. Yet when unto my homely house, thou shalt return to me, And in thy crooked shop be set, a place made meet sooth thee, Thy both then there thou shalt behold, in order sooth mely set, One onelpe Father all there had, whom he by skill beget. The rest that there in sight do show, by spines thou may decerne, Whose names be set amids their bowes, that thou thereof may learn. And thou shalt also in plying place, do lurke in dar ckeſome den, Do love the crafty, they teach as it is known to men. Thou wicked wights thou shalt eke, as it is known to men. Thou wicked wights thou shalt eke, if thou map plying place. For such as fathers lately slew, by Telogian name. Thee thou wast thou, if thou (the father not di. ſdapne, Ot loue although the way they teach to loue pet thou refrayne. And fifteene Ouid de triſtibus. And fifteene volumes moze'in verſe, ok chaunged bodyes bee, Which at my kuneralles J had, and there bereft from mee. Amonce the which tranfozmed ſhapes, ſar thou that I do crane, That my misfoꝛtune map bee ſet, with them a place to haue. ulꝛkele to her founer heſt, her altringe wondzous Graunge, For now she weepes d whilom ſmilde, as chaunce of time doth chaunge. Moꝛe matter pct (tf thou had aſkte) J had to tel beſtde, But that J feare it might be cauſe, to forge that thou abide. O if nothing that comes to mind, from thee should detain, A burden karre more huge than we were, then bearers could surely. Long is thy way there, make haste, so we shall now aby de, In our the best Coasts of all the earth far from our country were. To the Gods, The Elegie secundo. S Gods of Seas  angry God to spend. But was so full, so sweet, no good thereby any, Sue that it makes the water ways to spend from the eyes. My paynacious speech and parenthood, the South, when the wind hath rent, And sisters not that they do come, to Gods where they be sent. With one alonely cause therefor least I be hurt, should deem Both ships and vows I know not where, to be sure away they seem. What better fortunate billows now (O whetch) amids the waters we spend As forth with should have been heu de, to touch the Zure skype. What vacant valleys be there, in swallowing Deas so thought. As presently thou lookest about, to dry hell be bought. I look about: scarce Seas and sky, nought subject was to light, With swelling surges one, with clouds, the other the weather-beaten. Between them both with whirling found, the whirling windes do rend, And coming to the weather God did stand in doubt to bend, Nowe The first Book. Now doth for Eurus winds take space, at right of mourning, Howe Zephyrus is pouched at hand, to waight the darkening night, Nowe Notus lo wyth fear affliction, doth put his face aside. The Guide himself in doubtful muss, what he may spell do, Aunt to stapes his wonted skill, from which the Shippe to gaze. We dye therefoze, no hope at all of life there doth remain, While thus I speak the bitter tears, my fearful face detain. The clouds my mind opposes while thus, in vain we play de alas, And by our careful mouth adowne, the Doth deadly doth pass. My godlye wyke it onelie greeues, in exile I am sent, This one mishap alone she knows, for this she doth lament. In largest Seas how I am cast to her no fear doth seem, Noz to dust with winds she knoweth not, no death so near doth deem. O happy yet I did her leave, and so my self auiſe, For els (wetch) my payne were moze, then death haue suffered twice. But though that I do periſhe quit, with she in life remapne, I thincke thereby my days to length. and half a life to gapne. What flames (alas) wſwift recours, from cloudes cloudes do light? What cruel! craven noyſe do sound, from axe in heauen one hight? No lighter blows our ship do beare, by surges waighty guſhe, Then look walls when there suftest, the Cannons cruel! ruſhe This raging flood which hence do come, in force all clouds surmout, Behind the ninth befoze the tenth, in sight we may account. Folded death, fear though this do seem, a watched death to bee, Set waste a side, a gift it is, a welcome gift to mee. Some what it is for such as axe, by sword of fate decay de, That dying so in moldy earth, their life lies loose co. Heir saythfull frendes they may exhalt, and gladome graue obtuse, And not in Deas to have been destroyed, and fishes food be slain. A minute I do deserve such death? alone I am not here? (clear) Why should my grief pꝛocure these paynes, whose facts from faults be - O Sainctes a boue and Gods so great, which rule the waters all, Of either sex meek be, and the eating of the lawes let fall, So life which Czars gentle wath, hath lent, to pass all abuse, Derewith Jmay (if you let not) at poyncted place arrive. It any payne J have deſeru de, haue you my death decreed? My kault at all no death decrees, the Judge himself agreed. It Czars would have sent me down, to swimme in Stygian lake, Ho help of you so that he needs, no paynes therein should take. No such. Ouid de triustibus. Enup hee doth pzetende, no longeth so fox bloud, 2 5 fe 83 map receiue, when hee so thinks it good. And you therefore we humbly pray, that you, the wise, have a right to have, and not encroach upon our pay. For though you would with whole a sentiment, yet with whole a sentiment, you would be with that for dampened soul, a help hereafter have: Though seas were calm, though winds were still, you, O Gods, yet as infinite I could remain, by Caesar's own a sentiment. (tent, I do not seek so greedy gain, by marrhauntes crafty skill, whereby I should occasion have the surging seas to till. No, Athens looke to see, where I have sought so loze, no, Ausia mighty towns to weave, not seen to me before. No, yet to Alexandria coast, I would consent, that there might be no Nilus, rest, thy pleasures there to see. The winds I wish (who would beleue) my ship in haste to die, unto Sar matia famous land, there it might arrive. Is I am bound even, I would, to Pontus hauen attaine, and leaving thus my country dear, my love such as I. Noz know not in what coast to find, the town that Tomos might, and by my painful prayers so, I take my farewell flight. If me you love: then do I crave, your sweetly flowing sounds to tame, and by your heavenly power permit, our ships may spoil the same. O, if you hate: compel me then, to pointed place to shine, a part of payne Ithincke it is, in straight ground to die. Now hale away you betterous winds, why do we here abide, and by italia sheze in sight, what can we do? Syth Caesar hath decreed my flight, will you thereto deny? Wherefore permit my eyes mate come, where Pontus they may shine. Thus hath he judged, thus I deserve, noz what he doth repſerve, By right or law to send my fault, it may not me beho. It does full deeds of most men, to God be not unknown, Than may you be not more offense, of wicked mind is grown. But it is such that they have, and by error so deserved, My mind with ignorance and not, with wickedness was fraught. It is any love to Cæsars house, we shall find men do bear, His public duties it shall suffice, that we do read and fear. If I have told of happy days, wherein that he did raigne, To Cæsar and Cæsars all, have done my business paine. If I such faithful mind have had, so grand (O Gods) relief, It not: to dothoun de in Deas I well, and and my weary griefe. But am The first Book. But an snow decepued? or do the snowing clouds waxe kapze, Obede to the billows break in light? Obede to cease to pay No chance but cause have called you here, your age we pay't. Srth you no kraude oz craft map blind, foʒ helpe we do attend: Hec departeth from Rome, remember the teates of his Wyfe and freends. Elegy. 3. 77 Hen I the penultimate picture, see, of darcke and dÜery night, And in my minde beholde the Towne, from whence I took my flight, Oz time recoed, when J did leave, my frendeg and dere allyes, Then do the dolefull dzoppes diſcende from my sad weeping eyes. The day dÜ�ue on J (ould depart, as Caesar wild befoze, And flee a farre to parties extreame, and shunne Italia shoze. No time oz perfit space I had, noz minde so pÜÜÜſt, And dzowſines by long delay, had crept in carefull bzeſ. No men there were to watch on me, no care I had to redeem, No garments meet for my estate, no wealth to serve my need, I was astonished of the as he that feels the force of lightning's flame, Who thinks he were of life bereft and yet enlopes the same, But when this cloud of mind was gone, by sorrow I saw a spider, And that my senses did return, in sorrow health to hide. At last my sorrows I spoke, when I away did pass, Which of a number that I had, but one or two there was; My longing was all weeping, me weeping did sustain, (Till that by her own sweetness, a shower of tears did my own. My daughter there was far away, in court of Libia land, And of my fate no word could she knew, no cause could understand. Apelling and a crying no one did sound on every side, No secret sorrow of sin, within my house did by deed. The man the wise, the blameless babe, my doleful death do rue, In every corner of my house, a stream of tears there grew. It we doubt not our matters. Mall, by greater things make plain, As soon when it was time, so we, in like estate remappe. Now whirled was the voyage of men, or dogges and curies wight, And Cynthea led the house then, that ruled the darkeſome night. Looking up, did cast mine eyes, the Senate house to see, Which next our careful count in vain, was built in good degree. And said (O Gods) that here do rest, and never amongst neighbours be, O surely Temples whom mine eyes, henceforth shall never see. And you O heavenly guests leave, in lofty Rome to dwell. For ever here I take my leave, and bid you all farewell. 34 But (thong Ouid de triſtibus. But (though that after greeuous wounds ) my ſhiclde to late J haue, et do bouchſate my fearefull flight, from hurtfull hate to ſaue. Ind ſay vnto this heauenly man: by erroꝛ N did fall, Leaſi wickednes may els beithought,to haue beene mixt withall. And that which you do all perce ue, let him percepue the ſame, (That Gods once peaſ de) I map be ſure, to haue no wꝛetches name. Theſe papnekull pꝛapers haue J made, the mighty Gods vnto, My wyle with moze : while ſobbinge ſighes her woꝛds haue letted fo. Bekoꝛe the dooꝛes with heares be ſpꝛed, ſhee pꝛoſtrate lo did lpe, And with her mouth the Zulters kiſt, that builded are thereby. Full many helpeleſſe woꝛdes ſhee ſpake, to aduerſe houſes than, Which noucht at all fo2 mee pꝛeuail de, that was condempned man. The haſtinge night now dꝛew awap,noz longer {pace would graunt, Wherewith the ſtarres did turne one axe, the darckſume night to daunt. What might J do ? as loth Iwas, to leaue my country deare, So was the poincted night now come, and almoſt paſſed cleare. How oft cried Ito ſuch as then, my longe delay contrould, Why fo:ce you mee ? why haſt you ſo ? whence goe wee nowe, behold. How often haue J fapnde likewiſe, a certaine houre to haue, Which foz my ioꝛney were moꝛe llt, and mee from daunger ſaue. The Thzeſhold thziſe J kiſt, and thziſe I was cal'd backe J trow, My minde was dull and made no haſt, my feete in flight were llow. Det times J ſapd farewell, and vet, foꝛ which J ſpeabe and plaine, And then as partinge J return de, to kiſſe my frendes againe. Often times the same phrase, I gave, and being pet beguile, I looked back and cast mine eyes to see my sealpe child. In fine: what hast thou to Scythia now, it is that we are sent, And Rome we leave pet both delays, be done of just intent. My wife although she lived alone, I pet do likewise, Wyth house and members sweet thereof, which I cannot dispute. My faithful fellowes eke whom I, as béathzen did eke, Whole künstened sayth as true to me (O Thessian mates I deem. Them there in arms I did embrace, which neuer moze I might, Eche houre a grateful gain I thought, that geeuen me was that night. No moze delay I made, but left my talke temper there, This thing that I should then have said, in mind reco2ded nere. While wee our sozrye sopra did spend, and while wee weeped thus The day stare gan appear on Sky, a heap stare to be. Wherewith a pange I felt as thou gh, my members have solome And from my body every part, Did you see to have been? The first Book, Plainly defined as Priam while did, when he the treason knew, And saw his foes from house to ship to ship, when Troyan mates they saw. A common circle did then arise, my friends a rozing make, Their careful bordered of clothing bare, with heap hand they rake. Departing then: to shoulders fast, my wife did cleave away, And with my tears her woſe did cleave away, and thus euen then she said. Thou shalt not go together, to flee, they shall constrain, I follow thee, of exiles, wyke, an exile will remain, The way is made for me, and I, the furthest land will see, And to pour passage upon our country dear to flee, But love, this godly thing, shall Caesar give to me. Like helpless things, she did a service, as oft she did befoze, And she wants her weary hands she gave, her pothier to restore. I commingle sooth as one that were, deprived of rightful grace, A nafty skinne, a hanging here, a kinging mouth, Some say that she wish she would grow great, at end of darksome night, And that at length she rose again, her heares in dust arapde, And members cold from ground she heu! d. as one right soe afroyde Sometimes her she, sometimes her house, theedoch bewaile with all. And to her husband absent then, full oft by name she called. No longer she was weeping there then it, her whole eyes should speak, My daughter of my self made meet, on burning alone to lie. Such care she had her death to have, and leave her living sense, Yet none it were respecting mine, though she so passed hence. But now God grant that she do live, with gates do so decree, That by her helping hand I may, the more released be. Bootes now which keep the bear, of Erymanthus wood, In Ocean Sea is dried low, whose stare doth stare the flood. Pet, we not in London Seas, so that we so do crave, But are compelled by the present sea, more boldness there to have. Lo now (O watch) Deas ware black, the boisterous winds do beat, And sands that from the depth be dawn, do burn with sorrow heate. Dur ships with wains no less then hills, is to be used to and fro, Our painted Gods with billows bet, their quiet estate so. The slender sides do cry and hunde, with strength the cables crate, The ship it self with our ill-built peace, a fearless gronging make. The master by his pale aspect, bewales his secret here, And overcombede purues the wippes by sail rules yet the there, Like old de trustibus. Like as the seareful rider doth, let Clip the hopper's renne, Who peldeth to his carele will, and art so forgetst cleane. Each so not where he would, but where the soaking water doth, The simple I see he lets at large, in washing wains to die. That if Sir Xolus had not Entente his chaunged windes abzode, I surely had of this been blown, to place that wag koꝛbode. For far from Leria coast lo then, on left side fast at hand, (The interdicted place we saw, and spade Italia land. But let the king cease (we pay) so d and fear d, to have been dztue abacke, Which wondérous force of sturdy waue, our ship forces lo did crack. O mighty Gods of marble seas, let not your ire aryſe, That love him selleth with me be wzoth, we craue it may suffice. And do you not, my very mind, with cruel death, It hee that death has suffered once, cannot depart again. To his constant friend. O friend whom first among my mates, as chief in mind, O thou that dost my heart fate, even as thy own estate. That first released me, I mean, amazed where I am. And shouldest were with willing mouth, comforting words to state. Which gently gave me counsel then, to live and length my dates, When I, one of death in careful breast, had crept by sound ways. Thou knowest to whom I speak although, thy name in signs I set, Thy duty and thy friendly care, no whit I do forget. In depth of mind, these things, I pointed have full place, A letter still of this: I shall, for evermore remain. Which wandering winds this space of mine, shall pass away and flee, And lasting hours with flaming fire, shall quench consumed bee. Bestow that these thy good deserts, shall. "Cape my carefully minds, Oz els this godly love with time, from thence away shall find. Let mighty Gods now fauour thee, that help thou need none craue, A d so übique farr vnlike to mine, God grant that thou may have. Yet if the ship had safely said, and friendly windes had blown, This love and sprightly friendship then, perhaps had not been known. Peritheus did not account, Duke Theusius so his friend, Till that fox him to Stygian lake, all he did distend. Oursus, thy fears fearce full persecutes, With how true heart that Pylades, was linked inloueto ther. It that It is that the sun Euryalus, with Butils had not fought; Thy noble fame (3 Nyſus) then, had not been blown abought. Like as the fine and perfect gold, in flaminge space is tride, Euen so the love of friendship is, in troublous time divide. A whole fortune lost to myle and geue, her helping hand with all, And things to grounded wealth they have, that may thereto befall. But when her théatening bowes bows, they shincke away to flee, Where huge heapes but lately were, not one now left we see. This skillful rede I learn'd by us, in other that did grow, But now euen of my own missteps, by pÜtôte the same I know. Scant two of the empfinds, you are, that of my ruth remain, The rest as so. Pou few thereko Λe do help our payne, that rest we may atchiue, And that by you our shaken, shipped, in safer sſchooze arrive. With fained feere be not afraid, a thing both sonde and vapne, Let God millikinge that your love, offended do remain. For Caesar oft in ennemtes doth This spakeful friendship p. ἀπολλητος, And that which in his own, in foes, he doth appear always, My cause better is, I have no adverse armor, My folly is the cause that FJ, my country have so foolish. With waking mind, our heart has, do you believe, and play, That Caesar's raging with the moose, thereby may have delay. Who so much cares doth seek to know in number them to have, A thing more hard then may be done, he seems thereby to crave. So many it is to have done, as stars in the future sky, And little grains of flying dust, on parched ground do lie. And many more of greater weight, we reckoned were to be, Which though they chastise, or credit part, in them some doubt there were; Some part whereof as doth behoie, with me must die away, And by my means would God were none, that might the same be wise, A perusing speech although had, a firm and flinty best, And greater size of mouths thereto, wherein more tongues did rest, Yet all in words do not know, how I might comprehend, The things exceeding further then, my wittes might well extend. My troubles great (6 Poets le arn de) so, Duke Villiers might, Pet I more Ils then he hath boon, so truth you might endight. In compliance with many years, was to be used and downe, Between the Graces noble lande, and Troyans famous towns. But we the widest seas have met, and wandered every way, To Geta crickes have done within bene, and eke Sermatia Bayes. O said de trustibus. A faithful bande Villiers had, with mates both true and unjust, But me my fellows fled in whom, a chiefly put my trust. In my mood as victo, then, he went His land to see, But as victozed do depart, and exile hence to flee. In Greece ne pet Ithaca ground, noz Samia do I dwell, From whence to be no papne it is, but map be suffered well. But Rome which from the mountaine, we there behold in light. Chempy δ large and Gods thereof, to thence I take my flight. Body stronge Vlyſes had, that labour could be sufficient, A small and slender coꝛe Ihaue, with weeke and tender bꝛame. To cruel warres and marſhall deeds, hath he become vi de alwaxes. In quiet study haue I dwelt, and lived al my days. The greatest God oppresses me, to whom no God releases, But Pallas him assured still, and did his cause suppo. Neptunus ire the God of Seas, have given him right soe, But me Almighty Ioue oppoſeſe, whole with reuengeth moze. (The greatest part of his now be, so2 fables counted playne, Of our misapprehension no part at all so2 leſinge do remapne. In fine, euen as he did dearest, at poyneted place arrive, Which longe he will; right so he did, at length attayne allue. But I my country deare do thincke, now neuer moze to lee, Unlelle the ire of angry Gods, appeaſed happy to bee. To his Wife. Elegie. Allimachus did not so burne with love to Lyda lent, Noz yet soe ſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſoſo A part of troubles were there. Thou art the cause I am no part, to such as see, The letters bought that might declare, the world would take of me, Like as the wolf that blouded death, When hunger hard do plying, Oft surely shepe that be unkept, the flesh full of shame would lie, Oft as the greedy grip upon, the careful coppers doth stare, When on the ground he sees it lie, and left unburned bare. So one there was I know not who, my hard hap did must, Upon my goods if thou let not, his hands had laid down. But him thy vertue did withstand, by some of the freest true, To whom no tongue we r The first Book. For In careful case a witness true, thy deeds thereof do perchane, It witnes do perchane, in these our doleful days. In vertuous life Andromacha, thy name does not detain, Nootha Laodamia who did leave her life with husbande slain. It Homer thou hadst hept upon, thy fame should far exceed, Above the chastisement of Poseidon, of whom in him we read. But if the manners meek the Gods, did give thee all unworthiness, And in the day of blissful by the death of nature thou them caught. And to these manors most to perchane, on whom thou wertest tongue, I am now to make to be, all honest witnesses among men. And to her sick with custom long. hath caused thee like to seem. By greater things of matters small, we doubt not so to deem. Full woo I am my verse hath not, more force in such a case, And that my tongue does not. uffice, thy sprightly facts to blame. For loke what helpstances of mind, as in me there, Is quenched quite and fallen away, with sorrows sore and longe. The chief among the Ladies of great fame thou mightest (it, And of all, men be looked upon, so very virtue and so with. And so what power my pen may have, when verse I do indict, From time to time thou shalt have aye like, in verse that I can write. To his friends that Ware his Image ingraude. Elegie. 6. Kinde thou be that Image have, in sooth me made like to me, No Garlands gay with Juye thought, about his head let be. The happy figures most comely be, that pleasant Poets were, My troublous time is far more vnſte, the Law ἀνδρών, to be heard. Ind thou that beares about of me, in ring the picture pÜſt, Fapne ἀνδρών, these things were never spoke, although thou knowest the bell. The countenance of me, that am, in exile sent behold, The likenesses of my louringe lookes, which thou halt grau de in goulde. Whereon when thou shalt cast thine eyes, then haplye thou may spay, Bow far from us is Naſo now, our fellow sent away.  bowels dear, which no deſert did (how, To dye away with me did then in flaſhinge flames bestowe. Which either was because my muse, as hurttull did hate, Oz els so Λ that my verse was rude, and not in perfect fate. Which as they be not quite extinct, but partly yet appear, In volumes mo then one I think, that then they witten were. Do now I withe them still remain, none idle soul that bee, The reader to delight but may remember him of me. But pet no man with patient cares, to reade them can abide, Except he know that uncozrect, from me the same did hide. That we, like was plucked away when half, he had his labor scant. The trimming trick, last, should come, my writing clearly want: For payment, pay, thy pardon craven thy pardon craven thy pardon, And thou that chanced to read this book, my writing do not despise, And here also six verses have been, which if thou thinkest it best, In sooth, from the most of that my book, see that thou let them rest. What man thou be the volumes touch, or father now bereft, And lest woe grant him, a place so dear to them be left. And that thou should mease favor them, of him they were not sent. In publike pottage: but as it were, the masters here of rent. It that valued verace therekoze, had shown sooth my cry, The master would have mended it, if he had longer time. To his friend that break his promise. Elegance. ne wyth hoſes tourn de, his courſe reuoke aiſo. 4 The earth (hal eke the bꝛight ſtarre beare,# apÜe the plough hal cleue The water shall be given foꝛth the flames, and kyze ſhall water geue. s All things shall now by natureg lawes, in oꝛder ſtraunge pzoceadeg Ny parcel of this wanderinge woꝛld, his way artghtſhalil leade. All things shall come to paſſe which J, denied afoꝛe coulde bee Foz nothing? is fo ſtraunge to heare, but we map hope to ſee; It shall be ſo J geſſe becauſe, ot him J am reiecte, W j oſe helye J hoped now that ſhould, my wofull cauſe pꝛotecte. O tapitheſſe frende how came so great, so great of mee = Wyy were thou then so good as to fear, implore carefull copies to see That once again thou might not look Nomotopod (Hard? heart) my fanerals pursue amonge the I | The sacred name of freedom ship, that all men do agree, Under the foot that let, pipe, as thing of light Ee very p toze. And though thou didn't leave let fall, so this my caustic plight; Yet far from heart some words to sap, with saved grief thou night: In number At least wyſe that which strangers did, then bid we well to fare, With peoples voyage and publike speech, agree that good will have. And the thy face with mourning fret, no moze in sight t'appere, Whyle pet thou mightest to look upon, the last daxe J was there, To take and give with talke alike, our farewell in such case, Which once we might and then no more. While we abide, and endures embazement, As others may which with no league, of friendship, Had bound, Who the declar of their griefs of wind, with trickling tears on ground. Where else should I to thee be knit, with life in common led, With causes eke of great effect, and love in long time banged. Why else knew thou so many hours, and earnest acts of mine, And so many matters said, and pleasured pangles of thine. What if alone at royal Rome, our friendship had been knit, But thou so oft in every place, was called a fellow fit. With wisdom windes of seas in vayne, have all these taken flight? Ozels all things in Leith lake, are doth with dark some night. I think in town thou were not bozne, that Rome of Quirune hight, A town alas wherein to come, I may not, woful wight. But in the rocks which here do by, on left side of the Sea, In crooked cragges of Sarmatis, in land of Scythia. That in thy heart be heaped high, of flint the sordid vaynes, And eke of Jron the sordid vaynes, And eke of Jron the sordid vaynes, The nourish also which gaue thee suck, though tender mouth to pag, Away from the forest full toares when thou wert yonge, untamed Tyger wag. For eke thou would not leave regard, the heavenly happy beareth, Then straungers ill: noz guiltie pet, of rigoſe rough appeare. But since the same my faithful fall, and soothrowes de encreaſe, That friendship should in his first time, from duty doinge ceaſe.” Doth say, that I do now complain, Jo his friend that the common people follow the fortune. Elegant. AV vopde of grieke God grant thou my pain, Which as a friend to read this work, of mine, do not disdain, And here I will, my prayers might, p.2. Which for! The cruel Gods, to mercy could not moue. Thickly thou shalt come, while hap hanges on thy side, Behold Ouid de trustibus. Behas how Doues to house respect, in whitely clouds cladde, To be a guest of lute, no byzd abpdeih gladde. The pensive Pianos neuer comes, in barne left voyage and bare, No friend repay the where goods befoxe, be clean conſumde with care. When Sunne doth shyly the shadow shows, ok them that walk abode, When it lies hid in cloud he lies, no longer mabe abode, The unconquistant sooth of people so, do follow so untimely light, Which queched once a houering show, they straight do take their flight. And would to God thou might perceive, that falsely this do found, But must needs confess them true, by soothune that I found. While we did stand in perfect state, our house deyde no fame, But yet was known and had reason, as did suit the same, But when it first began to shake, they feared soze the fall, And wily backs to feeling turn, to save themselves with all. No marmalade though they fear the flash of lightning cruell flame, By spite of which all things is wont, conſume that neare it came, But Cæsat pet among his foes, that friend doth well allow, Which doth not shirk but taryarily. Zut, when fortune bends her bow, No wonted vſe he hath to fume (no man is more mode) It is he which lou de to louer (no modeſt) It is he which lou de to louer (no modeſt) The same doth tell how Thoas king, on Pylades did rew, When as by mate of Grzcian Lande, O reſtes once he knew. Patoelus perfit spath which was, with great Achilles knit, Was wont full oft with woꝛthy pÜ�eſt, in McRors mouth to st; They spash because that Theſeus, with friend of his did pass. Amonge the PÜ�inces blacke of hel. their God full ſoꝛry was. Wee beleeue O Turnus that thy cheeks with tears were wet. When thou harde of Eurialus, and Nyſus spashes so. In wÄÄſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſſ Of Lightning flame, no flash on left of the scene, No chirping song or fleck of light, a sign whereof hath been. By reason rule, did define, and judge of that should come, All these in mind, given right, and of them  pyked speech and smile, Doth possess thee: so am I hurt, with loze unlike to thyne. But yet my life thou knowest of right well, how that far from this art, Is master manners distant all, repugnant in every part. Thou knowest of old this verse was written, by me when I was ponge, And it was though not to play, in secret and playing alone. Like as no crafty couler can, in their defense have might, So I suppose my verse may not, excused be with right, Even as thou can, do them excuse, and friends cause not to take. I keep his lips he found at Corinhia Elegie. A Ship I have (and God so grand) governed by Pallas might, Whose happy name no help thereon, depainted is in sight. It sails therein we need to use, with tender wind she sails, Oz in the owner: her way she takes, and can sail for sea plying. Her fellowes all with ſpeedy courſe, to pass is not content, But doth put back by sondzy ſhippes that follow. The flowing flouds the lightly bears, and fels the toſing seas, No cruel! wauſe ſhe peldes unto, but sayleg away with caſe. With her I came acquainted first, cuen at Corinthia ground, Whont since a guide and truſty mate, in fearefull flight; I found, through sondzy sireights and wicked winds, our way she did pocure, Yet was by sondzy of Pallas power, from danger faued sure, And now the gates of vast seas, we pꝛa� that she may clive, In Getaſtreames so long tyme she sought, we may at length arrive. 