Her power difperft through all the world did vade, To fhew that all in th' end to nought shall fade. XXI. The fame which Pyrrhus, and the puiffance Suftain'd the shock of common enmity, XXIL When that brave honour of the Latine name, To th' end that his victorious people should Ambition is engendred eafily; As in a vicious body, grofs disease, That came to pafs, when, fwoln with plenty's pride, Nor prince, nor peer, nor kin, they would abide. XXIV. If the blind fury which wars breedeth oft, Upon your walls, that God might not endure Upon the fame to fet foundation fare? XXV. O that I had the Thracian poet's harp, XXVI. Who lift the Roman greatnefs forth to figure, But him behooves to view in compass round Rome'; And if things nam'd their names do equalize, When land and fea ye name, then name ye Re And naming Rome ye land and fea comprize' For th' ancient plot of Rome, difplayed plain The map of all the wide world doth comtais. XXVII. Thou that at Rome aftonifh'd doft behold The antique pride which menaced the sky, Thefe haughty heaps, these palaces of old, These walls, thefe arks, thefe baths, these tur Judge by thefe ample Ruins' view the ret The which injurious Time hath quite outwer, Since of all workmen held in reckning bet, Yet thefe old fragments are for patters botn: Then alfo mark how Rome from day to day, Repaying her decayed fashion Renews herself with buildings rich and gay, That one would judge that the Roman dæmi Doth yet himself with fatal hand enforce, Again on foot to rear her fouldred corfe. XXVIII. He that hath feen a great oak dry and dead, XXIX. All that which Egypt whilom did devife, Was wont this ancient city to adorn, And heaven it felf with her wide wonders fill: Was here to fee. O marvailous great change! Hope ye, my Verses! that pofterity Of age enfuing fhall you ever read? So nean harp's work may challenge for her meed? L'ENVOY. BELLAY! first garland of free poesy That France brought forth, though fruitful of brave wits, Well worthy thou of immortality, That long haft travel'd by thy learned writs, Naij THE RUINES OF TIME. To the right noble and beautiful lady, MARY, COUNTESS OF PEMBROOK. Most honourable and bountiful Lady, there be long fithens deep fowed in my breaft the feeds of most entire love and humble affection unto that most brave knight, your noble brother, deceased, which taking root, began in his lifetime somewhat to bud forth, and to show themselves to him, as then in the weakness of their first spring, and would in their riper ftrength (had it pleased high God till then to draw out his days) spired forth fruit of more perfection: but fince God hath difdeigned the world of that most noble spirit, which was the hope of all learned men, and the patron of my young Muses, together with him both their hope of any further fruit was cut off, and allo the tender delight of those their first blossoms nipped and quite dead: yet fithens my late coming into England, fome friends of mine, (which might much prevail with me, and indeed command me) knowing with how ftraight bands of duty I was tyed to him, and alfo bound unto that noble house (of which the chief hope then rested in him), have fought to revive them by upbraiding me, for that I have not fhewed any thankful remembrance towards him, or any of them, but fuffer their names to sleep in filence and forgetfulness: whom chiefly to satisfy, or else to avoid that foul blot of unthankfulness, I have conceived this small Poem, intituled by a general name of, The World's Ruines; yet specially intended to the renowning of that noble race from which both you and he fprong, and to the eternizing of fome of the chief of them late deceased: the which I de dicate unto your Ladyship, as whom it most specially concerneth, and to whom I acknowledge my felf bounden by many fingular favours and great graces. I pray for your honourable happiness, and fo humbly kiss your hands, Your Ladyship's ever humbly at command, EDMUND SPENSER THE RUINES OF TIME. Ir chaunced me one day beside the shore By which the traveller, that fares that way, There on the other fide I did behold In her right hand a broken rod fhe held, Whether the were one of that river's nymphs, I (to her calling) afk'd what her so vexed? Ah what delight (quoth she) in earthly thing, "Or comfort, can I, wretched Creature! have? "Whofe happiness the Heavens envying, "From highest stair to lowest step me drave, "And have in mine own bowels made my grave; "That of all nations now I am forlorn, "The worlds fad spectacle, and Fortune's scorn." Much was I moved at her piteous plaint, "I was that city which the garland wote "Of Britain's pride, delivered unto me "By Roman victors, which it won of yore, "Though nought at all but ruines now I be, "And lie in mine own afhes, as ye fee: "Verlame I was; what boots it that I was, "Sith now I am but woods and wasteful grass? "O vain world's glory, and unstedfast state "Of all that lives on face of finful earth! "Which from their firft until their utmost date "Taste no one hour of happinefs or mirth, "But like as at the ingate of their birth, "They crying creep out of their mother's womb, "So wailing back go to their woeful tomb. "Why then doth flesh, a bubble-glass of breath, "Hunt after honour and advauncement vain, "And rear a trophee for devouring Death, "With fo great labour and long-lasting pain, "As if his days for ever should remain? "Sith all that in this world is great or gay, "Doth as a vapour vanish and decay. "Look back who lift unto the former ages, "And call to count what is of them become, "Where be those learned wits and antique fages "Which of all wifdom knew the perfect fum? "Where thofe great warriors which did over 66 come "The world with conqueft of their might and. "main, Treign? "And made one mear of th' earth and of their "What now is of th' Affyrian Lioness, "Of whom no footing now on earth appears? "What of the Perfian Bear's outragiousness, "Whofe memory is quite worn out with years? "Who of the Grecian Libbard now onght hears, "That over-ran the Eaft with greedy powre, "And left his whelps their kingdoms to devour ? "Wafted it is, as if it never were, "And all the reft, that me fo honour'd made, "And of the world admired every where, "Is turn'd to smoak, that doth to nothing fade, "And of that brightness new appears no fhade, "But griefly fhades, fuch as do haunt in hell "With fearful fiends, that in deep darknes "dwell. "Where my high steeples whilom uf'd to ftand, "On which the lordly falcon wont to towre, "There now is but an heap of lime and fand, "For the fkriech-owl to build her baleful bowre; "And where the nightingale wont forth to peur "Her reftlefs plaints, to comfort wakeful lovers "There now haunt yelling mews and whining " plovers. "And where the chrystal Thamis wont to flide "In filver channel down along the lee, "About whofe flowry banks on either fide A thousand nymphs, with mirthful jollitee, "Were wont to play, from all annoyance free, "There now no river's courfe is to be seen, "But moorish fens, and marches ever green. "Seems that the gentle river for great grief "Of my mishap, which oft I to him plained, "Or for to fhun the horrible mitchief "With which he faw my cruel foes me pained, "And his pure ftreams with guiltless blood of "stained, “From my unhappy neighbourhood far fled, "Aad his fweet waters away with him led. "There also, where the winged ships were feen "In liquid waves to cut their foamy way, "And thoufand fifhers numbred to have been "In that wide lake, looking for plenteous prey "Of fish, which they with baits uf'd to betray, "Is now no lake, nor any fisher's ftore, "Nor ever ship shall fail there any more. "They are all gone, and all with them is gone, "Ne ought to me remains but to lament My long decay, which no man clfe doth more, "And mourn my fall with doleful dreriment. "Yet is it comfort in great languishment, "To be bemoned with compaffion kind, "And mitigates the anguish of the mind. "But me no man bewaileth but in game, "Cambden! the nourice of Antiquity, |