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| Rauisht I was to see so rare a thing, sawe, an hundred pillers eke about, When barbarous villaines in disordred heape, All of fine Diamant decking the front, Outraged the honour of these noble bowes. . And fashiond were they all in Dorike wise. I hearde the tronke to grone under the wedge.

Of bricke, ne yet of marble was the wall, And since I saw the roote in hie disdaine
But shining Christall, which from top to base Sende forth againe a twinne of forked trees.
Out of deepe vaute threw forth a thousand rayes
V pon an hundred steps of purest golde.
Golde was the parget : and the sielyng eke Saw the birde that dares beholde the Sunne,
Did shine all scaly with fine golden plates. With feeble flight venture to mount to heauen.
The floore was laspis, and of Emeraude. By more and more she gan to trust hir wings,
O worldes vainenesse. A sodein earthquake loe, Still folowing th’example of hir damme :
Shaking the hill euen from the bottome deepe, I saw hir rise, and with a larger flight
Threwe downe this building to the lowest stone. Surmount the toppes euen of the hiest hilles,

And pierce the cloudes, and with hir wings to reache

The place where is the temple of the Gods, THE 'Hen did appeare to me a sharped spire

There was she lost, and sodenly I saw

1 Of diamant, ten feele eche way in square, Where tombling through the aire in lompe of fire, lustly proportionde vp vnto his height,

All flaming downe she fell vpon the plaine. So hie as mought an Archer reache with sight.

I saw hir bodie turned all to dust, V pon the top therof was set a pot

And saw the foule that shunnes the cherefull light Made of the mellall that we honour most.

Out of hir ashes as a worme arise.
And in this golden vessell couched were
The ashes of a mightie Emperour.
V pon foure corners of the base there lay
To beare the frame, foure great Lions of golde.

Zaw an hideous body big and strong,
A worthie tombe for such a worthie corps.

Long was his beard, and side did hang his hair, Alas, nought in this worlde but griefe endures.

A grisly forehed and Saturnelike face. A sodaine tempest from the heauen, I saw, Leaning against the belly of a poi With flushe stroke downe this noble monument.

He shed a water, whose outgushing streame

Ran flowing all along the creekie shoare
Saw raisde vp on of ,

Where once the Troyan Duke with Turnus fought.

And at his feete a bitch Wolfe did giue sucke The chapters Alabaster, Christall frises,

To two yong babes. In his right hand he bare The double front of a triumphall arke.

The tree of peace, in left the conquering Palme, On eche side portraide was a victorie.

His head was garnisht with the Laurel bow. With golden wings in habile of a Nymph.

Then sodenly the Palme and Oliue fell, And set on hie vpon triumphing chaire,

And faire greene Laurel witherd vp and dide. The auncient glorie of the Romane lordes. The worke did shewe it selfe not wrought by man, But rather made by his owne skilfull hande That forgeth thunder darles for loue his sire.

Folding hir armes with thousand sighs to Let me no more see faire thing under heauen,

heauen Sith I haue seene so faire a thing as this,

Did tune hir plaint to falling riuers sound, Wilh sodaine falling broken all to dust.

Renting hir faire visage and golden haire,
Where is (quod she) this whilome honored face?

Where is thy glory and the auncient praise, TH

'Hen 1 behelde the faire Dodonian tree, Where all worldes hap was reposed,
V pon seuen hilles throw forth his gladsome When erst of Gods and man I worshipt was ?

Alas, suffisde il not that ciuile bate
And Conquerers bedecked with his leaues Made me the spoile and bootie of the world
Along the bankes of the Italian streame. But this new Hydra mete to be assailde
There many auncient Trophees were erect, Euen by an hundred such as Hercules,
Many a spoile, and many goodly signes, With seuen springing heds of monstrous crimes,
To shewe the greatnesse of the stately race, So many Neroes and Caligulaes
That erst descended from the Troian bloud. Must still bring forth to rule this croked shore.

I Wher of the bases were of richestrgolde,

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Threw forth abrode a thousand shining leames, I Before mine eyes

, of Orenge colour hew.

Pon a hill I saw a kindled flame,

The mightie Dragon gaue to hir his power. Mounting like waues with triple point to One of hir heads yet there I did espie, heauen,

Still freshly bleeding of a grieuous wounde. Which of incense of precious Ceder tree One cride aloude. What one is like (quod he) With Balmelike odor did perfume the aire. | This honoured Dragon, or may him withstande? A bird all white, well fetherd on hir winges And then came from the sea a sauage beast, Hereout did fie vp to the throne of Gods, With Dragons speche, and shewde his force by fire, And singing with most plesant melodie With wondrous signes ts make all wights adore She climbed vp to heauen in the smoke.

The beast, in setting of nir image vp. Of this faire fire the faire dispersed rayes

Saw a on a When sodain dropping of a golden shoure Gan quench the glystering flame. O greuous Filde hir with pride. And seuen heads I saw,

Horrour and dreadfull name of blasphemie
That which erstwhile so pleasaunt scent did yelde, Ten hornes also the stately beast did beare.
Of Sulphure now did breathe corrupted smel.

She seemde with glorie of the scarlet faire,
And with fine perle and golde puft vp in heart.

The wine of hooredome in a cup she bare.
I Saw a fresh, spring rise out of a rocke,
Clere as Christall against the Sunny beames,

The name of Mysterie writ in hir face.
The bottome yellow like the shining land,

The bloud of Martyrs dere were hir delite. That golden Pactol driues vpon the plaine.

Most fierce and fell this woman seemde to me. It seemed that arte and nature striued to ioyne

An Angell then descending downe from Heauen, There in one place all pleasures of the eye.

With thondring voice cride out aloude, and sayd, There was to heare a noise alluring slepe

Now for a truth great Babylon is fallen. Of many accordes more swete than Mermaids

Hen might I see vpon a white horse set song, The seates and benches shone as Iuorie, An hundred Nymphes sate side by side about, His head did shine with crounes set therupon. When from nie hilles a naked rout of Faunes

The worde of God made him a noble name. With hideous cry assembled on the place,

His precious robe I saw embrued with bloud. Which with their feete vncleane the water fouled, Then saw I from the heauen on horses white, Threw down the seats, and droue the Nimphs to A puissant armie come the selfe same way. flight.

Then cried a shining Angell as me thought,

That birdes from aire descending downe on earth Most truely doth vnto ,

Then did I see the and Kings also Wearie to see th’inconstance of the heauens :

loinyng their force to slea the faithfull man. I saw the great Typhæus sister come,

But this fierce hatefull beast and all hir traine, Hir head full brauely with a morian armed,

Is pitilesse throwne downe in pit of fire.
In maiestie she seemde. to matche the Gods.
And on the shore, harde by a violent streame,


Saw new Earth, new Heauen, sayde Sain. She raisde a Trophee ouer all the worlde.

Iohn. An hundred vanquisht kings gronde at hir feete, And loe, the sea (quod he) is now no more. Their armes in shamefull wise bounde at their The holy Citie of the Lorde, from hye backes.

Descendeth garnisht as a loued spouse. While I was with so dreadfull sight afrayde, A voice then sayde, beholde the bright abode I saw the heauens warre against hir iho, Of God and men. For he shall be their God. And seing hir striken fall with clap of thunder, And all their teares he shall wipe cleane away. With so great noyse I start in sodaine wonder. Hir brightnesse greater was than can be founde.

Square was this Citie, and twelue gates it had. I the sea, Eche gate was of an orient perfect pearle, That seuen heads, ten crounes,

ten hornes did The houses golde, the pauement precious stone. beare,

A liuely streame, more cleere than Christall is, Hauing theron the vile blaspheming name. | Ranne through the mid, sprong from triumphant The cruell Leopard she resembled much :

seat. Feete of a beare, a Lions throte she had. There growes lifes fruite unto the Churches good.



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Vrteous Buyer, (for I write not to the enuious Carper) it was my good happe, as I inter

preate it, nowe lately at the fourthe or fifte hande, to bee made acquainted wyth the three Letters following, by meanes of a faithfull friende, who with muche entreaty had procured the copying of them oute, at Immeritos handes. And I praye you, interprete it for your good happe, so soone after to come so easilye by them, throughe my meanes, who am onely to craue these twoo things at your handes, to thinke friendely of my friendly meaning, and to take them of me wyth this Presumption, In exiguo quandoque cespite latet lepus : and many pre tious stones, thoughe in quantitie small, yet in qualitie and valewe are esteemed for great. The first, for a good familiar and sensible Letter, sure liketh me verye well, and gyueth some hope of good mettall in the Author, in whome I knowe myselfe to be very good partes otherwise. But shewe me, or Immerilo, two Englyshe Letters in Printe, in all pointes equall to the other twoo, both for the matter it selfe, and also for the manner of handling, and saye, wee neuer sawe good Englishe Letter in our liues. And yet I am credibly certified by the foresaide faithfull and honest friende, that himselfe hat he written manye of the same stampe bothe to Courtiers and others, and some of them discoursing vppon matter of great waight and importance, wherein he is said, to be fully as sufficient and hable, as in these schollerly pointes of Learning. The whiche Letters and Discourses I would very gladly see in Writing, but more gladly in Printe, if it might be obtayned. And at this time to speake my conscience in a worde of these two following, I esteeme them for twoo of the rarest, and finest Treaties, as wel for ingenious deuising, as also for significant vttering, and cleanly conueying of his matter, that euer I read in this Tongue: and I hartily thanke God for bestowing vppon vs some such proper and hable men with their penne, as I hartily thanke the Author himselfe, for vsing his pleasaunte, and witty Talente, with so muche discretion, and with so little harme, contrarye to the veine of moste, whych haue thys singular conceyted grace in writing. If they had bene of their owne setting forth, I graunt you they might haue beene more curious, but beeyng so well, and so sufficiently done, as they are, in my simple iudgement, and hauing so many notable things in them, togither with so greate varietie of Learning, worth the reading, to pleasure you, and to helpe to garnish our Tongue, I feare their displeasure the lesse. And yet, if they thinke I haue made them a faulte, in not making them priuy to the Publication: I shall be alwayes readye to make them the beste amendes I can any other friendly waye. Surely, I wishe them bothe hartilye wel in the Lord, and betake you and them to his mercifullgouernemente, hoping, that he will at his pleasure conuertesuchegood and diuinegiftsas these, to the setting out of his own glory, and the benefite of his Churche. This XIX. of lune. 1580.

Your, and their unfayned

friend, in the Lorde.


Gry gry

wittie fami-
liar Letters, lately passed be-
tvvene tvvo Vniuersitie inen, tou-
ching the Earthquake in April last,
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good friende, Master G. H. Ood Master H. I doubt not but you haue | comming shorte of that it should, and some.

some great important matter in hande, time exceeding the measure of the Number, as which al this while restraineth youre Penne, in Carpenter, the middle sillable being vsed and wonted readinesse in prouoking me vnto shorte in speache, when it shall be read long that, wherein your selfe nowe faulte. If there in Verse, seemeth like a lame Gosling, that bee any such thing in hatching, I pray you draweth one legge after hir : and Heauen, beeing hartily, lette vs knowe, before al the worlde see vsed shorte as one sillable, when it is in Verse, it. But if happly you dwell altogither in stretched out with a Diastole, is like a lame Iustinians Courte, and giue your selfe to be Dogge that holdes up one legge. But it is to be deuoured of secreate Studies, as of all likely- wonne with Custome, and rough words must be hood you doe : yet at least imparte some your subdued with Use. For, why a Gods name may olde, or newe, Latine, or Englishe, Eloquent not we,as else the Greekes, haue the kingdome of and Gallant Poesies to vs, from whose eyes, oure owne Language,and measure our Accentes, you saye, you keepe in a manner nothing by the sounde, reseruing the Quantitie to the hidden. Little newes is here stirred: but that Verse: Loe here I let you see my olde vse of toyolde greate matter still depending. His ingin Rymes, turned into yourartificial straightHonoure neuer better. I thinke the Earth- nesse of Verse, by this Tetrasticon. I beseech quake was also there wyth you (which I would you tell me your fancie, without parcialitie. gladly learne) as it was here with vs :

ouer: See yee the blindefoulded prelie God, that feathered throwing diuers old buildings, and peeces of Archer, Churches. Sure verye straunge to be hearde Of Louers Miseries which maketh his bloodie of in these Countries, and yet I heare some saye Game? (I knowe not howe truely) that they haue Wote ye why, his Moother with a Veale hath knowne the like before in their dayes. Sed coouered his Face ? quid vobis videtur magnis Philosophis? I like Trust me, least he my Looue happely chaunce your late Englishe Hexameters so exceedingly to beholde. well, that I also enure my Penne sometime in that kinde: whyche I fynd indeede, as I haue

Seeme they comparable to those two, which heard you often defende in worde, neither so I translated you ex tempore in bed, the last harde, nor so harshe, that it will easily and time we lay togither in Westminster ? fairely, yeelde it selfe to oure Moother tongue. That which I eate, did I ioy, and that which For the onely, or chiefest hardnesse, whych 1 greedily gorged, seemeth, is in the Accente: whyche sometime As for those many goodly matters leaft I for gapeth, and as it were yawneth ilfauouredly, others.

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