TO THE TRANSLATOR OF LUCAN

Had Lucan hid the truth to please the time,
He had been too unworthy of thy pen,
Who never sought, nor ever cared to climb
By flattery, or seeking worthless men.
For this thou hast been bruised; but yet those scars
Do beautify no less than those wounds do
Received in just and in religious wars;
Though thou hast bled by both, and bear’st them too.
Change not! To change thy fortune ’tis too late.
Who with a manly faith resolves to die,
May promise to himself a lasting state,
Though not so great, yet free from infamy.
Such was thy Lucan, whom so to translate,
Nature thy muse like Lucan’s did create.

(3 votes, average: 2,33 out of 5)

In faith I woth not what to say In faith I woth not what to say, Thy chances been so wonderous, Thou Fortune, with thy divers play That […]...

A Gentlewomans complaint, in that she found her freind faithlesse, which should haue continued constant Faith is a figure standing now for nought: faith is a fancy which ought to rest in thought. Faith now […]...

Fortune Verses First Ballad to the tune of “Lewis the lost lover.” Eye-flattering Fortune! look thou ne’er so fair, Or ne’er so […]...

The Lie Go, soul, the body’s guest, Upon a thankless errand; Fear not to touch the best; The truth shall be thy […]...

Though I regarded not Though I regarded not The promise made by me; Or passed not to spot My faith and honesty: Yet were […]...

O loathsome place! O loathsome place! where I Have seen, and heard my dear; When in my heart her eye Hath made her […]...

Each man me telleth I change most my devise Each man me telleth I change most my devise; And on my faith, methink it good reason To change purpose, […]...

The refusal of a lover I cannot wish thy griefe, although thou worke my wooe, Since I profess to be thy friend, I cannot be […]...

TO THE MEMORY OF MY BELOVED MASTER WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, AND WHAT HE HATH LEFT US To draw no envy, Shakspeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess […]...

Fortune This wrecched worldes transmutacioun, As wele or wo, now povre and now honour, Withouten ordre or wys discrecioun Governed is […]...

The Partrich and the Merline The Partridge in the pretie Merlines foote, Who feeles hir force supprest with fearfulnesse, And findes that strength nor strife […]...

The Golden Gift that Nature Did Thee Give The golden gift that Nature did thee give To fasten friends and feed them at thy will With form and […]...

When Thou Must Home to Shades of Underground When thou must home to shades of underground, And there arrived, a new admirèd guest, The beauteous spirits do engirt […]...

ANOTHER OF THE SAME The praise of meaner wits this work like profit brings, As doth the cuckoo’s song delight when Philumema sings. If […]...

When thou must home to shades of vnder ground When thou must home to shades of vnder ground, And there ariu’d, a newe admired guest, The beauteous spirits do […]...

An die Muse In dem langen Erdenleben Hast du frohlichen Gesang, Gute Muse, mir gegeben; Gute Muse, habe Dank! Waren Lebenstage trube, Gleich […]...

The widdowes solace To the tune of Robinsons Almaine. Mourne no more faire widdow, teares are all in vaine: Tis neither griefe nor […]...

Patience perforce Content thy selfe with patience perforce: And quenche no love with droppes of darcke mistrust: Let absence have no power […]...

Love, Fortune, and my mind which do remember Love, Fortune, and my mind which do remember Eke that is now, and that, that once hath ben, Torment my […]...

The twelve weapons of spiritual battle, which every man should have at hand when the pleasure of a sinful temptation cometh to mind The pleasure little and short. The nature and dignity of man. The followers grief and heaviness. The peace of a […]...

My loue hath vowd hee will forsake mee My loue hath vowd hee will forsake mee, And I am alreadie sped. Far other promise he did make me […]...

In trust is Treason The straightest Tree that growes upon one onely roote: If that roote fayle, wyll quickly fade, no props can do […]...

THE DOUBT OF FUTURE FOES by Elizabeth I, Queen of England The doubt of future foes exiles my present joy, And wit me warns to […]...

If thou long’st so much to learne If thou long’st so much to learne (sweet boy) what ’tis to loue, Doe but fixe thy thought on mee […]...

Vox ultima Crucis TARYE no lenger; toward thyn heritage Hast on thy weye, and be of ryght good chere. Go eche day onward […]...

Because I still kept thee from lies and blame Because I still kept thee from lies and blame, And to my power always thee honoured, Unkind tongue! to ill […]...

A Hymne to God the Father Heare mee, O God! A broken heart, Is my best part: Use still thy rod, That I may prove Therein, […]...

And Wilt Thou Leave me Thus? And wilt thou leave me thus? Say nay, say nay, for shame, To save thee from the blame Of all […]...

Of The Birth And Bringing-Up Of Desire “When wert thou born, Desire?” In pomp and prime of May. “By whom, sweet boy, wert thou begot?” By good […]...

Such is the course that nature’s kind hath wrought Such is the course that nature’s kind hath wrought That snakes have time to cast away their stings: Against chain’d […]...

AGAINST JEALOUSY Wretched and foolish Jealousy, How cam’st thou thus to enter me? I ne’er was of thy kind : Nor have […]...

ON THE PORTRAIT OF SHAKESPEARE TO THE READER. This figure that thou here seest put, It was for gentle Shakspeare cut, Wherein the graver had […]...

Like to a hermit Like to a hermit poor in place obscure I mean to spend my days of endless doubt, To wail such […]...

Is it possible? Is it possible? That so high debate, So sharp, so sore, and of such rate, Should end so soon, and […]...

PILGRIM TO PILGRIM As you came from the holy land Of Walsinghame, Met you not with my true love By the way as […]...

A Rueful Lamentation O ye that put your trust and confidence, In worldly joy and frail prosperity, That so live here as ye […]...

If Women Could Be Fair If women could be fair and yet not fond, Or that their love were firm, not fickle still, I would […]...

Who hath his fancy pleasèd Who hath his fancy pleasèd With fruits of happy sight; Let here his eyes be raisèd, On Nature’s sweetest light; […]...

A FEVER O! DO not die, for I shall hate All women so, when thou art gone, That thee I shall not […]...

The shield of Love L’Escu d’amour, the shield of perfect love, The shield of love, the force of stedfast faith, The force of faith […]...

Related posts: