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Monday, 23 March 2015

Excerpt from “The Most Honourable Tragedie of Sir Richard Grinville, Knight” by Gervase Markham

That time oſ yeare when the inamored Sunne
Clad in the richest roabes of living fiers,
Courted ye Virgin signe, great Naturs Nunne,
Which barrains earth of al what earth desires
Even in the month that from Augustus wonne,
His sacred name which unto heaven aspires,
And on the last of his ten trebled days,
When wearie labour new refresh assayes.

Then when the earth out-brav’d ye beautious Morne,
Boasting his cornie Mantle stird with aire,
Which like a golden Ocean did adorne,
His cold drie carcasse, ſeaturelesse, unſaire,
Holding the naked shearers scithe in scorne,
Or ought that might his borrowed pride empaire,
The soule of vertue seeing earth so ritch,
With his deare presence gilds the sea as mitch.

The sea, which then was heavie, sad, and still,
Dull, unapplyed to sportive wantonnesse,
As if her first-borne Venus had beene ill,
Or Neptune seene the Sonne his love possesse,
Or greater cares, that greatest comforts kill,
Had crowned with griefe, the worlds wet wildemesse,
Such was the still-foote Thetis silent paine,
Whose flowing teares, ebbing fell backe againe.

Thetis, the mother of the pleasant springs,
Grandam of all the Rivers in the world,
To whom earths veins their moistning tribut brings,
Now with a mad disturbed passion hurld,
About her cave (the worlds great treasure) flings:
And with wreath’d armes, and long wet hairs uncurld,
Within her selfe laments a losse, unlost,
And mones her wrongs, before her joyes be crost.

From: Raleigh, Sir Walter; Markham, Gervase; van Linschoten, Jan Huygen; and Arber, Edward (ed.), The Last Fight of the Revenge at Sea; under the Command of Vice-Admiral Sir Richard Grenville, on the 10-11th September , 1591, 1871, English Reprints: London, pp. 44-45.

Date: 1595

By: Gervase Markham (c1568-1637)