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Ye pallid spirits, and ye ashie ghoasts, Which ioying in the brightnes of your day, Brought foorth those signes of your presumptuous boasts 199

Which now their dusty reliques do bewray;

Tell me ye spirits (sith the darksome riuer Of Styx, not passable to soules returning, Enclosing you in thrice three wards for euer, Doo not restraine your images still mourning) Tell me then (for perhaps some one of you Yet here aboue him secretly doth hide) Doo ye not feele your torments to accrewe, When ye sometimes behold the ruin'd pride Of these old Romane works built with your hands,


Now to become nought els, but heaped sands?


Like as ye see the wrathfull Sea from farre, In a great mountaine heap't with hideous noyse, Eftsoones of thousand billowes shouldred narre, Against a Rocke to breake with dreadfull poyse: Like as ye see fell Boreas with sharpe blast, Tossing huge tempests through the troubled skie,

Eftsoones hauing his wide wings spent in wast, To stop his wearie cariere suddenly:

And as ye see huge flames spred diuerslie, Gathered in one vp to the heauens to spyre, Eftsoones consum'd to fall downe feebily: So whilom did this Monarchie aspyre As waues, as winde, as fire spred ouer all, Till it by fatall doome adowne did fall.



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These heapes of stones, these old wals which ye see, Were first enclosures but of saluage soyle; And these braue Pallaces which maystred bee Of time, were shepheards cottages somewhile.

Then tooke the shepheards Kingly ornaments And the stout hynde arm'd his right hand with steele :

Eftsoones their rule of yearely Presidents Grew great, and sixe months greater a great deele;

Which made perpetuall, rose to so great might, That thence th' Imperiall Eagle rooting tooke, Till th'heauenit selfe opposing gainst her might, Her power to Peters successor betooke;


Who shepheardlike, (as fates the same foreseeing)

Doth shew, that all things turne to their first being.

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When that braue honour of the Latine name,

Which mear'd her rule with Africa, and Byze,
With Thames inhabitants of noble fame,
And they which see the dawning day arize;

Her nourslings did with mutinous vprore Harten against her selfe, her conquer'd spoile, Which she had wonne from all the world afore, Of all the world was spoyl'd within a while.

So when the compast course of the vniuerse In sixe and thirtie thousand yeares is ronne, The bands of th'elements shall backe reuerse To their first discord, and be quite vndonne: The seedes, of which all things at first were bred,

Shall in great Chaos wombe againe be hid.

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O that I had the Thracian Poets harpe, For to awake out of th'infernall shade Those antique Caesars, sleeping long in darke, The which this auncient Citie whilome made: Or that I had Amphions instrument, 341 To quicken with his vitall notes accord, The stonie ioynts of these old walls now rent, By which th' Ausonian light might be restor❜d: Or that at least I could with pencill fine, Fashion the pourtraicts of these Palacis, By paterne of great Virgils spirit diuine; I would assay with that which in me is,

To builde with leuell of my loftie style, 349 That which no hands can euermore compyle. 26

Who list the Romane greatnes forth to figure,

Him needeth not to seeke for vsage right
Of line, or lead, or rule, or squaire, to measure
Her length, her breadth, her deepnes, or her

But him behooues to vew in compasse round All that the Ocean graspes in his long armes ; Be it where the yerely starre doth scortch the ground,

Or where colde Boreas blowes his bitter stormes. Rome was th'whole world, and al the world was Rome,

And if things nam'd their names doo equalize, When land and sea ye name, then name ye Rome; 361

And naming Rome ye land and sea comprize: For th'auncient Plot of Rome displayed plaine,

The map of all the wide world doth containe.

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Like as the seeded field greene grasse first showes,

Then from greene grasse into a stalke doth spring,

And from a stalke into an eare forth-growes, Which eare the frutefull graine doth shortly bring;


And as in season due the husband mowes The wauing lockes of those faire yeallow heares, Which bound in sheaues, and layd in comely


Vpon the naked fields in stackes he reares:

So grew the Romane Empire by degree, Till that Barbarian hands it quite did spill, And left of it but these olde markes to see, Of which all passers by doo somewhat pill: As they which gleane, the reliques vse to gather,

Which th'husbandman behind him chanst to scater. 4:0

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Nath'les my Lute, whom Phoebus deignd to giue,

Cease not to sound these olde antiquities:
For if that time doo let thy glorie liue,
Well maist thou boast, how euer base thou

That thou art first, which of thy Nation song

Th'olde honour of the people gowned long.


Bellay, first garland of free Poësie That France brought forth, though fruitfull of braue wits, 450

Well worthie thou of immortalitie,
That long hast traueld by thy learned writs,
Olde Rome out of her ashes to reuiue,
And giue a second life to dead decayes:
Needes must he all eternitie suruiue,
That can to other giue eternall dayes.
Thy dayes therefore are endles, and thy

Excelling all, that euer went before;
And after thee, gins Bartas hie to rayse
His heauenly Muse, th'Almightie to adore. 460
Liue happie spirits, th'honour of your name,
And fill the world with neuer dying fame.


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