. Thule; or, Vertues historie. Tell him not all Parnaffus yet is fold,But yet one head the louely Mufes hold. Which heaunly Sydney liuing did adorne,And Scottifh lames bedeckt with princely writ,Whofe names black enuy and deaths force doe fcorne,Eternizd with the glorie of their wit: Whofe hallowed fteps not to be troden more, Following a farre full humbly I adore. Th( The Prologue vnto thefirft Booke. THefe haue I careleffe writ with running hand,Whom art not Jhadoweth, but as cleareji light,Wanting none Oedipus all open Jland,Fit for the dimmer eyes and weaker fight. But they wJtofe Eagle-ey
. Thule; or, Vertues historie. Tell him not all Parnaffus yet is fold,But yet one head the louely Mufes hold. Which heaunly Sydney liuing did adorne,And Scottifh lames bedeckt with princely writ,Whofe names black enuy and deaths force doe fcorne,Eternizd with the glorie of their wit: Whofe hallowed fteps not to be troden more, Following a farre full humbly I adore. Th( The Prologue vnto thefirft Booke. THefe haue I careleffe writ with running hand,Whom art not Jhadoweth, but as cleareji light,Wanting none Oedipus all open Jland,Fit for the dimmer eyes and weaker fight. But they wJtofe Eagle-eyes can dare the Sunne,And loue high foaring from the lowly ground,Let them not blame what I haue wilfull done,Some better like the Oaten rurall found. And let thofe curious eyes a while await, Vntill tlte fecond feruice fhall begin, Where we willfeeke for fome more dainty meate, Andfir anger fruites then on this table been: Where if they lift tliey may their thirft appeafe,Which fongs my Mufe to higher tunes fhall raife. A Tht. The Argument. OF that fame He which darknes long hath chaindIn gloomy prifon of obfcurity;Iflandia I meane, fo long retaindFrom humane view by times impiety;Olde flories newly fhall be from the Jilent graues impurity, To tell the vertuous though their dayes doe end,Yet on their fall their glory doth afcend. Iflandia that Artick-feated He, Of which th Italian fwanfung long agoe, Whofe Queene the lothed wooers did beguile, And caufde them for afhield to Paris goe, And for her fake to fujfer Loues exile, Exagitate by dangers to and fro : From thence my pen mufl fetch her forraine taske,And thence tranfport my hidden flories maske. Onely (fweeteyou) to whom this fhew fhall come,Harken attenliue to the flrangers taleSummond thus lately front Obliuions tombe,Expecling for your fauours gentle gale:Elfe fhall he wifh that he Itadflill beene dombe,Nor rayfde his pitch from out that lowly vale:Where loue enioynd him for a while to dwell,To paint t
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