Immortall myrrhour) Beauty, which is an excellent object of Poeticall spirites, as appeareth by the worthy Petrachs saying. Fiorir faceva il mio debile ingegno A la sua ombra, et crescer ne gli affanni. A caytive corage) a base and abject minde. For lofty love) I think this playing with the letter to be rather a fault then a figure, aswel in our English tongue, as it hath bene alwayes in the Latine, called Cacozelon. A vacant) imitateth Mantuanes saying. vacuum curis divína cerebrum Poscit. Lavish cups) Resembleth that comen verse Fæcundi calices quem non fecere disertum. O if my) He seemeth here to be ravished with a Poetical furie. For (if one rightly mark) the numbers rise so ful, and the verse groweth so big, that it seemeth he hath forgot the meanenesse of shepheards state and stile. Wild yvie) for it is dedicated to Bacchus and therefore it is sayd that the Mænades (that is Bacchus franticke priestes) used in theyr sacrifice to carry Thyrsos, which were pointed staves or Javelins, wrapped about with yvie. 270 280 In buskin) it was the maner of Poetes and plaiers in tragedies to were buskins, as also in Comedies to use stockes and light shoes. So that the buskin in Poetry is used for tragical matter, as is said in Virgile. Sola sophocleo tua carmina digna cothurno. And the like in Horace, Magnum loqui, nitique cothurno. Queint) strange Bellona; the goddesse of battaile, that is Pallas, which may therefore wel be called queint for that (as Lucian saith) when Jupiter hir father was in traveile of her, he caused his sonne Vulcane with his axe to hew his head. Out of which leaped forth lustely a valiant damsell armed at all poyntes, 290 whom seeing Vulcane so faire and comely, lightly leaping to her, proferred her some cortesie, which the Lady disdeigning, shaked her speare at him, and threatned his saucinesse. Therefore such straungenesse is well applyed to her. Equipage.) order. Tydes) seasons. Charme) temper and order. For Charmes were wont to be made Embleme. Hereby is meant, as also in the whole course of this Æglogue, that Poetry is a divine instinct and unnatural rage passing the reache 300 of comen reason. Whom Piers answereth Epiphonematicos as admiring the excellencye of the skyll whereof in Cuddie hee hadde alreadye hadde a taste. 52 THE RUINES OF TIME Lines 183-231: 281-371: 400-55: 673-86 It is not long, since these two eyes beheld And Right and loyall did his word maintaine. I saw him die, I saw him die, as one Of the meane people, and brought foorth on beare. His dolefull fate, that late him loved deare: O trustlesse state of miserable men, That builde your blis on hope of earthly thing, All is but fained, and with oaker dide, For when thou diest, all shall with thee dic. 190 200 210 He now is dead, and all is with him dead, He now is dead, and all his glorie gone, Ne doth his Colin, carelesse Colin Cloute, 220 Of shepherd groomes, which wont his songs to praise : 230 Wake shepheards boy, at length awake for shame. Most gentle spirite breathed from above, And did enrich that noble breast of his, With treasure passing all this worldes worth, Worthie of heaven it selfe, which brought it forth. His blessed spirite full of power divine Loathing this sinfull earth and earthlie slime, 290 Too soone for all that did his love embrace, Too soone for all this wretched world, whom he Yet ere his happie soule to heaven went And chose, that guiltie hands of enemies O noble spirite, live there ever blessed, The worlds late wonder, and the heavens new joy, Yet whilest the fates affoord me vitall breath, Then will I sing but who can better sing, 310 320 but who can better sing, Yet will I sing But now more happie thou, and wretched wee, So there thou livest, singing evermore, Of us, which living loved thee afore, 330 And now thee worship, mongst that blessed throng 340 So thou both here and there immortall art, But such as neither of themselves can sing, What booteth it to have been rich alive? 350 |