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Friday, 27 November 2015

In Prayse of the Translator by Stephen Gosson

The Poet which sometimes hath trod awry.
And song in verse the force of fyry love,
When he beholdes his lute with carefull eye,
Thinkes on the dumpes that he was wonte to prove.
His groning spright yprickt with tender ruth,
Calles then to minde the follies of his youth.

The hardy minde whiche all his honour gotte,
In blouddy fielde by fruyte of deadly iarre,
When once he heares the noyse of thirled shotte,
And threatnyng trumpet sounde the poyntes of warre.
Remembers how through pykes he lovde to runne,
When he the pryce of endlesse glory wonne.

The traveller which neare refusde the payne,
To passe the daunger of the streightes he founde,
But hoysted sayle to searche the golden vayne,
Which natures crafte hath hidden in the grounde.
When he perceyves Don Cortez here so pearte,
May well be mindefull of his owne deserte.

Then yeelde we thankes to Nicholas for his toyle,
Who strings the Lutte that putteth us in minde,
How doting dayes have given us all the foyle,
Whilste learned wittes in foirayne landes doe finde.
That labour beares away the golden fleece,
And is rewarded with the flower of Greece.

Loe here the trumpe of everlasting fame,
That rendes the ayre in sunder with his blaste,
And throwes abroade the prayses of their name,
Which ofte in fight have made their foes agast.
Though they be dead, their glory shall remayne,
To reare alofte the deedes of haughty Spayne.

Loe here the traveller, whose paynefull quill,
So lyvely payntes the Spanish Indies out,
That English Gentlemen may vew at will,
The manly prowesse of that gallant route.
And when the Spaniarde vaunteth of his golde,
Their owne renowne in him they may beholde.

From: Gosson, Stephen and Arber, Edward (ed.), The Schoole of Abuse [August?] 1579 and A Short Apologie of the School of Abuse [November?] 1579, 1868, A. Murray and Son: London, pp. 77-78.

Date: 1578

By: Stephen Gosson (1554-1624)