Posts tagged ‘1628’

Thursday, 29 September 2016

Lines 1-50 of “A Recantation of an Ill Led Life” by John Clavell

Stand and deliver to your observation,
Right serious thoughts, that you by my relation
May benefit, for otherwise in vaine
I write, you reade, unlesse from hence you gaine
The happinesse I meane you; blest is he
That will make use of others jeopardie.
Be warn’d by me, so may you purchace hence
At a cheape rate my deare experience.
You must not looke from me to have the straine
Of your Black-friers Poets, or the vaine.
Of those high flying men, whose rare Muse brings
Forth births, that Gossipt are by Lords and Kings.
For though I oft have seene Gadd’s-hill, and those
Red tops of Mountaines, where good people lose,
Their ill kept purses, I did never climbe
Pernassus Hill, or could adventure time,
To tread the Muses Mazes, or their floore
Because I knew that they are lightly poore,
And Shooters Hill was fitter farre for me,
Where pas’d releifes for my owne povertie.
I never rode on Pegasus (for then
I had fled farther then pursuite of men)
If therefore you expect a loftie straine,
You wrong your selves, and me, your thoughts are vaine.
Perchance my Verse may amble, trot, or flie
As if my frights presented Hue and Crie
To dogge me still, nor (Poetlike) I faigne
My theame is Truth, my selfe the subject plaine.
I cannot play the Satire; my disguise
Fairely pluck’t off, I am nor grim, nor wise,
Nor curst enough to scourge, no Beadle I
To punish you with petilasherie:
I meane to paint my selfe, and not to be
The Chronicler of others infamie.
I will not ayme at Motes within your eyes,
For I confesse in mine a beame their lies;
Which I plucke out, and deale as punctually
As if I spake against mine enemie.
Let this invite you then, these newest ways
Of selfe invective writing. Now adayes
Each one commends himselfe, and others blame
Of faults, when he is guiltie of the same,
Yea and of worser too, and seeming wise
As folly will the daintest Wits despise.
Such has beene my conceite, for I was prone
To blame each action, which was not mine owne,
Believing what I did was good, maintaining
That my ungodly and worst way of gaining
Was more legitimate, and farre more fit
Then borrowing, and thus I argu’d it.

From: Clavell, John, A recantation of an ill led life, or, A discouerie of the high-way law with vehement disswasions to all (in that kind) offenders : as also many cautelous admonitions and full instructions, how to know, shun, and apprehend a theefe : most necessarie for all honest trauellers to per’use, obserue and practise, 2004, Text Creation Partnership: Ann Arbor, Michigan & Oxford, pp. 1-3.
(http://name.umdl.umich.edu/A18952.0001.001)

Date: 1628

By: John Clavell (1601-1643)

Friday, 26 February 2016

The foure Elements in Newfound-land To the Worshipful Captaine John Mason, who did wisely and worthily governe there divers yeeres by Robert Hayman

The Aire, in Newfound-Land is wholesome, good;
The Fire, as sweet as any made of wood;
The Waters, very rich, both salt and fresh;
The Earth more rich, you know it is not lesse
Where all are good, Fire, Water, Earth, and Aire,
What man made of these foure would not live there?

From: http://www.poetrynook.com/poem/pleasant-life-newfoundland

Date: 1628

By: Robert Hayman (1575-1629)

Wednesday, 8 October 2014

To Mr. Thomas Knevet of Ashwell Thorpe by Ralph Knevet

Thou, that dost know thy Starres, canst calculate
Thy geniture, and see to what end fate
Did lend thee to the earth; auspicious be
Thy favours, like thy Starres to mine and me:
Thou knowst thy Starres (I say) for good men know
Wherefore th’ are borne, and what to God they owe,
And how farre th’ are engag’d to Prince, or state:
For Grace, and Wisedome be the Starres and fate
That governe them: these like those twinne fires bright
Doe prosper all those that Sayle by their light:
These Steere men safely to the Haven of blisse,
In spite of strongest contrarieties.
These be thy Starres, that set th’ above thy blood,
True patterne and true patrone of whats good:
Thou art the Glasse in which the World may see,
What once our Gentrie was, and still should bee.
A lover of thy Countrie, and of arts
Art thou; disdaining to make thy good parts
Ambitions Ladder, but had rather stay,
Till time shall see thy merit rise like day
And strike a Rosie blush in Honours face;
‘Cause shee had mist so long so fit a place
For her best favours, which they shall admit
To great Imployments, answering thy wit,
And heroique vertue; such great happinesse
I wish to thee, that dost deserve no lesse.

From: http://xtf.lib.virginia.edu/xtf/view?docId=chadwyck_ep/uvaGenText/tei/chep_1.0658.xml;chunk.id=d3;toc.id=0;brand=default

Date: 1628

By: Ralph Knevet (c1600-1671)

Monday, 28 July 2014

Dear! Do Not Your Fair Beauty Wrong by Thomas May

Dear! do not your fair beauty wrong,
In thinking still you are too young!
The rose and lilies in your cheek
Flourish, and no more ripening seek.

Your cherry lip, red, soft, and sweet,
Proclaims such fruit for taste most meet:
Then lose no time! – for Love has wings,
And flies away from aged things.

From: Courtier, Peter L. (ed.), The Lyre of Love, Volume the First, 1806, Charles Whittingham for John Sharpe: London, p. 82.

(http://books.google.com.au/books?id=Je8_AAAAYAAJ)

Date: 1628

By: Thomas May (c1596-1652)