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16 Nor the swift furie of the flames aspiring, Like as ye see the wrathfull Sea from farre, Nor the deep wounds of victours raging blade, In a great mountaine heap't with hideous noyse, Nor ruthlesse spoyle of souldiers blood-desiring, Eftsoones of thousand billowes shouldred narre, The which so oft thee (Rome) their conquest Against a Rocke to breake with dreadfull poyse:

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Like as ye see fell Boreas with sharpe blast, Ne stroke on stroke of fortune variable, Tossing huge tempests through the troubled Ne rust of age hating continuance,

skie, Nor wrath of Gods, nor spight of men vnstable, Eftsoones hauing his wide wings spent in wast, Nor thou opposd' against thineowne puissance; To stop his wearie cariere suddenly: Nor th'horrible vprore of windes high blow- And as ye see huge flames spred diuerslie, ing,

Gathered in one vp to the heauens to spyre, Nor swelling streames of that God snakie-paced, Eftsoones consum’d to fall downe feebily: Which hath so often with his overflowing

So whilom did this Monarchie aspyre Thee drenched, haue thy pride so much abaced; As waues, as winde, as fire spred ouer all, But that this nothing, which they haue thee Till it by fatall doome adowne did fall. left,

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So long as Ioues great Bird did make his flight, thee reft.

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Heauen had not feare of that presumptuous As men in Summer fearles passe the foord,

might, Which is in Winter lord of all the plaine, And with his tumbling streames doth beare With which the Giaunts did the Gods assay.

But all so soone, as scortching Sunne had aboord

brent

229 The ploughmans hope, and shepheards labour His wings, which wont the earth to ouerspredd, vaine :

The earth out of her massie wombe forth sent And as the coward beasts vse to despise

Thatantique horror, which made heauenadredd. The noble Lion after his liues end, Whetting their teeth,and with vaine foolhardise That Romane Eagle seene to cleaue asunder,

Then was the Germane Rauen in disguise Daring the foe, that cannot him defend: 190 And towards heauen freshly to arise

And as at Troy most dastards of the Greekes Out of these mountaines, now consum'd to Did braue about the corpes of Hector colde ; So those which whilome wont with pallid

pouder.

In which the foule that serues to beare the cheekes

lightning, The Romane triumphs glorie to behold,

Is now no more seen flying, nor alighting. Now on these ashie tombes shew boldnesse vaine,

18 And conquer'd dare the Conquerour disdaine. These heapes of stones, these old wals which

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Were first enclosures but of saluage soyle ; Ye pallid spirits, and ye ashie ghoasts, And these braue Pallaces which maystred bee Which ioying in the brightnes of your day, Of time, were shepheards cottages somewhile. Brought foorth those signes of your presump- Then tooke the shepheards Kingly ornaments tuous boasts

199 And the stout hynde arm'd his right hand with Which now their dusty reliques do bewray;

steele : Tell me ye spirits (sith the darksome riuer Eftsoones their rule of yearely Presidents Of Styx, not passable to soules returning, Grew great, and sixe months greater a great Enclosing you in thrice three wards for euer,

deele ; Doo not restraine your images still mourning) Which made perpetuall, rose tosogreat might,

Tell me then (for perhaps some one of you That thence th'Imperiall Eagle rooting tooke, Yet here aboue him secretly doth hide) Tillth'heauenit selfeopposing gainst her might, Doo ye not feele your torments to accrewe, Her power to Peters successor betooke ; 250 When ye sometimes behold the ruin'd pride Who shepheardlike, (as fates the same foreOf these old Romane works built with your seeing) hands,

209 Doth shew, that all things turne to their first Now to become nought els, but heaped sands? being.

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19 All that is perfect, which th’heauen beaute. When that braue honour of the Latine

name, All that's imperfect, borne belowe the Moone ; Which mear'd her rule with Africa, and Byze, All that doth feede our spirits and our eies ; With Thames inhabitants of noble fame, And all that doth consume our pleasures soone ; And they which see the dawning day arize ; All the mishap, the which our daies out- Her nourslings did with mutinous vprore weares,

Harten against her selfe, her conquer'd spoile, All the good hap of th’oldest times afore, Which she had wonne from all the world afore, Rome in the time of her great ancesters, Of all the world was spoyl'd within a while. Like a Pandora, locked long in store. 260 So when the compast course of the vniuerse

But destinie this huge Chaos turmoyling, In sixe and thirtie thousand yeares is ronne, In which all good and euill was enclosed, The bands of th'elements shall backe reuerse Their heauenly vertues from these woes assoyl- To their first discord, and be quite vndonne: ing,

The seedes, of which all things at first were Caried to heauen, from sinfull bondage losed :

bred, But their great sinnes, the causers of their Shall in great Chaos wombe againe be hid.

paine, Vnder these antique ruines yet remaine.

23 O warie wisedome of the man, that would

That Carthage towres from spoile should be forNo otherwise than raynie cloud, first fed

borne,

310 With earthly vapours gathered in the ayre, Eftsoones in compas archit, to steepe his hed, To th’end that his victorious people should

With cancring laisure not be ouerworne ; Doth plonge himselfe in Tethys bosome faire;

He well foresaw, how that the Romane And mounting vp againe, from whence he

courage, came, With his great bellie spreds the dimmed world, Impatient of pleasures faint desires,

Through idlenes would turne to ciuill rage, Till at the last dissoluing his moist frame,

And be her selfe the matter of her fires.
In raine, or snowe, or haile he forth is horld ;
This Citie, which was first but shepheards

For in a people giuen all to ease,

Ambition is engendred easily ; shade,

As in a vicious bodie, grose disease
Vprising by degrees, grewe to such height,
That Queene of land and sea her selfe she made.

Soone growes through humours superfluitie. At last not able to beare so great weight,

That came to passe, when swolne with Her power disperst, through all the world did

plenties pride,

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Nor prince, nor peere, nor kin they would

abide. To shew that all in th’end to nought shall fade.

If the blinde furie, which warres brecdeth oft, The same which Pyrrhus,and the puissaunce Wonts not t’enrage the hearts of equall Of Afrike could not tame, that same braue Citie, beasts, Which with stout courage arm'd against mis- Whether they fare on foote, or flie aloft, chaunce,

Or armed be with clawes, or scalie creasts ; Sustein'd the shocke of common enmitie; What fell Erynnis with hot burning tongs,

Long as her ship tost with so manie freakes, Did grype your hearts, with noysome rage Had all the world in armes against her bent, imbew'd, Was neuer seene, that anie fortunes wreakes That each to other working cruell wrongs, Could breake her course begun with braue Your blades in your owne bowels you (m• intent. 288 brew'd ?

330 But when the obiect of her vertue failed, Was this (ye Romanes) your hard destinie? Her power it selfe against it selfe did arme; Or some old sinne, whose vnappeased guilt As he that hauing long in tempest sailed, Powr’d vengeance forth on you eternallie? Faine would ariue, but cannot for the storme, Or brothers blood, the which at first was spilt

If too great winde against the port him driue, Vpon your walls, that God might not endure, Doth in the port it selfe his vessell riue. Vpon the same to set foundation sure ?

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28 O that I had the Thracian Poets harpe, He that hath seene a great Oke drie and dead, For to awake out of th'infernall shade

Yet clad with reliques of some Trophees olde, Those antique Cæsars, sleeping long in darke, Lifting to heauen her aged hoarie head, 381 The which this auncient Citie whilome made : Whose foote in ground hath left but feeble Or that I had Amphions instrument, 341

holde ;
To quicken with his vitall notes accord, But halfe disbowel'd lies aboue the ground,
The stonie ioynts of these old walls now rent, Shewing her wreathed rootes, and naked armes,
By which th’Ausonian light might be restor’d: And on her trunke all rotten and vnsound

Or that at least I could with pencill fine, Onely supports herselfe for meate of wormes ;
Fashion the pourtraicts of these Palacis, And though she owe her fall to the first winde,
By paterne of great Virgils spirit diuine ; Yet of the deuout people is ador’d,
I would assay with that which in me is, And manie yong plants spring out of her rinde ;

To builde with leuell of my loftie style, 349 Who such an Oke hath seene let him record 390
That which no hands can euermore compyle. That such this Cities honour was of yore,

And mongst all Cities florished much more. 26 Who list the Romane greatnes forth to

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All that which Aegypt whilome did deuise, Him needeth not to seeke for vsage right All that which Greece their temples to embraue, Of line, or lead, or rule, or squaire, to measure After th’Ionicke, Atticke, Doricke guise, Her length, her breadth, her deepnes, or her Or Corinth skil'd in curious workes to graue ; hight:

All that Lysippus practike arte could forme, But him behooues to vew in compasse round Apelles wit, or Phidias his skill, All that the Ocean graspes in his long armes ; Was wont this auncient Citie to adorne, Be it where the yerely starre doth scortch the And the heauen it selfe with her wide wonders ground,

fill;

400 Or where colde Boreas blowes his bitter stormes. All that which Athens euer brought forth Rome was th’whole world, and al the world wise, was Rome,

Allthat which Afrike euer brought forth strange, And if things nam'd their names doo equalize, All that which Asie euer had of prise, When land and sea ye name, then name ye Was here to see. O meruelous great change:

361 Rome liuing, was the worlds sole ornament, And naming Rome ye land and sea comprize : And dead, is now the worlds sole moniment. For th’auncient Plot of Rome displayed plaine,

30 The map of all the wide world doth containe. Like as the seeded field greene grasse first

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Then from greene grasse into a stalke doth Thou that at Rome astonisht dost behold spring, The antique pride, which menaced the skie, And from a stalke into an eare forth-growes, These haughtie heapes, these palaces of olde, Which eare the frutefull graine doth shortly These wals, these arcks, these baths, these bring;

410 temples hie;

368 And as in season due the husband mowes Iudge by these ample ruines

vew,
the rest

The wauing lockes of those faire yeallow heares,
The which iniurious time hath quite outworne, which bound in sheaues, and layd in comely
Since of all workmen helde in reckning best, rowes,
Yet these olde fragments are for paternes Vpon the naked fields in stackes he reares:
borne:

So grew the Romane Empire by degree, Then also marke, how Rome from day to day, Till that Barbarian hands it quite did spill, Repayring her decayed fashion,

And left of it but these olde markes to see, Renewes herselfe with buildings rich and gay ; Of which all passers by doo somewhat pill: That_one would iudge, that the Romaine As they which gleane, the reliques vse to Dæmon

gather, Doth yet himselfe with fatall hand enforce, Which th’husbandman behind him chanst to Againe on foote to reare her pouldred corse. scater.

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Nath'les my Lute, whom Phoebus deignd to That same is now nought but a champian giue, wide,

Cease not to sound these olde antiquities : Where all this worlds pride once was situate. For if that time doo let thy glorie liue, No blame to thee, whosoeuer dost abide Well maist thou boast, how euer base thou By Nyle, or Gange, or Tygre, or Euphrate,

bee, Ne Afrike thereof guiltie is, nor Spaine, That thou art first, which of thy Nation Nor the bolde people by the Thamis brincks, song Nor the braue warlicke brood of Alemaine, Th’olde honour of the people gowned long. Nor the borne Souldier which Rhine running drinks :

L'Envoy. Thou onely cause, O Ciuill furie, art 429 Which sowing in th’Aemathian fields thy spight, Bellay, first garland of free Poësie Didst arme thy hand against thy proper hart; That France brought forth, though fruitfull of To th’end that when thou wast in greatest hight braue wits,

450 To greatnes growne, through long prosperitie, Well worthie thou of immortalitie, Thou then adowne might'st fall more horri- That long hast traueld by thy learned writs, blie.

Olde Rome out of her ashes to reuiue, 32

And giue a second life to dead decayes : Hope ye my verses that posteritie

Needes must he all eternitie suruiue, Of age ensuing shall you euer read ?

That can to other giue eternall dayes. Hope ye that euer immortalitie

Thy dayes therefore are endles, and thy So meane Harpes worke may chalenge for her prayse meed ?

Excelling all, that euer went before ; If vnder heauen anie endurance were, 439 And after thee, gins Bartas hie to rayse These moniments, which not in paper writ, His heauenly Muse, th’Almightie to adore. sho But in Porphyre and Marble doo appeare, Liue happie spirits, th’honour of your name, Might well haue hop'd to haue obtained it. And fill the world with neuer dying fame.

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