O cruell Mars, thou dedly god of war! O dolorous tewisday, dedicate to thy name, 115 O grounde ungracious, unhappy be thy fame, Which wert endyed with rede bloud of the same Most noble erle! O foule mysuryd ground, Whereon he gat his finall dedely wounde! O Atropos, of the fatall systers iii Goddes most cruel unto the lyfe of man, All merciles, in thé is no pite! 120 O homicide, which sleest all that thou can, That with thy sword, enharpit of mortall drede, 125 My wordes unpullysht be, nakide and playne, Of this lordes dethe and of his murdrynge; 130 Of knights, of squyers, chyf lord of toure and towne, Tyll the chaunce ran agayne hym of Fortunes duble dyse. 135 What nedeth me for to extoll his fame 141 With my rude pen enkankered all with rust? Whose noble actes show worshiply his name, Transendyng far myne homly Muse, that muste Yet somwhat wright supprised with herty lust, Truly reportyng his right noble estate, Immortally whiche is immaculate? 145 His noble blode never destaynyd was, Trew to his prince for to defend his ryght Doblenes hatyng fals maters to compas, 150 Treytory and treason he banysht out of syght, In me all onely wer set and comprised, Grow and encrese, remembre thyne estate; And geve thé grace to be more fortunate! Agayn rebellyones arme thé to make debate; And, as the lyone, whiche is of bestes kynge, Unto thy subjectes be curteis and benygne. I pray God sende thé prosperous lyfe and long, Stable thy mynde constant to be and fast, Ryght to mayntayn, and to resyst all wronge : All flateryng faytors abhor and from the cast; 155 160 165 170 Of foule detraction God kepe thé from the blast! Let double delyng in thé have no place, And be not lyght of credence in no case. 175 With hevy chere, with dolorous hart and mynd, This lordes death, whose pere is hard to fynd, 180 More specially barons, and those knygtes bold, 185 In fee, as menyall men of his housold, To sorowful weping they ought to be constreined, As oft as they call to theyr remembraunce, O perlese Prince of heven emperyall! 190 That with one word formed al thing of noughte; Heven, hell, and erthe obey unto thy call; Which to thy resemblaunce wondersly hast wrought All mankynd, whom thou full dere hast bought, With thy bloud precious our finaunce thou did pay, And us redemed from the fendys pray ; 195 To thé pray we, as Prince imcomparable, Thou bring unto thy joye eterminable The soull of this lorde from all daunger of hell, 200 In thy palace above the orient, Where thou art Lord, and God omnipotent. quene of mercy, O lady full of grace, Mayden most pure, and Goddes moder dere, To sorowful hartes chef comfort and solace, Of all women O flowre withouten pere! Pray to thy Son above the sterris clere, 205 He to vouchesaf, by thy mediacion, To pardon thy servaunt and brynge to salvacion. 210 In joy triumphaunt the hevenly yerarchy, With all the hole sorte of that glorious place, His soull mot receyve into theyr company Thorow bounty of Hym that formed all solace: 215 The Father, the Sonn, and the Holy Ghost, *** I have placed the foregoing poem of Skelton's before the following extract from Hawes, not only because it was written first, but because I think Skelton is in general to be considered as the earlier poet, many of his poems being written long before Hawes's Graunde Amour. X. The Tower of Doctrine.1 The reader has here a specimen of the descriptive powers of Stephen Hawes, a celebrated poet in the reign of Henry VII., though now little known. It is extracted from an allegorical poem of his (written in 1505) intitled, "The History of Graunde Amoure and La Belle Pucel, called the Palace of Pleasure," &c. 4to, 1555. See more of Hawes in Ath. Ox. v. I. p. 6, and Warton's Observ. v. ii. p. 105. He was also author of a book intitled, "The Temple of Glass. Wrote by Stephen Hawes, gentleman of the bedchamber to K. Henry VII." Pr. for Caxton, 4to, no date. The following stanzas are taken from chap. iii. and iv. of the History above mentioned. "How Fame departed from Graunde Amoure and left him with Governaunce and Grace, and howe he went to the Tower of Doctrine," &c. As we are able to give no small lyric piece of Hawes's, the reader will excuse the insertion of this extract. I LOKED about, and sawe a craggy roche And as I dyd then unto it approche, Made of fine copper, with turrettes fayre and hye, The royall tower of MORALL DOCUMENT, Which against Phebus shone so marveylously; What of the tower and of the cleare sunne, I coulde nothyng beholde the goodlines That for the very perfect bryghtnes, 5 10 Of that palaice whereas Doctrine did wonne; Then to the tower I drewe nere and nere, 15 Of the craggy rocke, whiche quadrant did appeare; 20 Gargeyld with greyhoundes and with many lyons, 2 This poem has received some few corrections by comparison with The Pastime of Pleasure as put forth by the Percy Society in 1845.-Editor. 2 Greyhounds, lions, dragons, were at that time the royal supporters. The little turretts' with ymages of golde About was set, whiche with the wynde aye moved. With propre vices that I did well beholde, About the towers in sundry wyse they hoved, Wyth goodly pypes in their mouthes ituned, That with the wynde they pyped a daunce, Iclipped Amour de la hault plesaunce. The toure was great, of marvelous wydnes, 25 To whyche there was no way to passe but one, Into the toure for to have an intres; 30 A grece there was, ychesyled all of stone Out of the rocke, on whiche men dyd gone Up to the toure; and in lykewise dyd I, Wyth bothe the grayhoundes in my company: Tyll that I came to a ryall gate, 3 Where I sawe stondynge the goodly portres, 4 Of whyche there flowed foure ryvers ryght clere, I dyd than taste the aromatyke lycoure, Ver. 25, towers. P.C. V. 44, besy courte. P.C. 3 This alludes to a former part of the poem. V. 49, partyes. P.C. 4 Nysus. P.C. 35 40 45 50 55 |