The Conspiracy of Charles Duke of Byron · chunk 21 of 33
Chapman, George · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals) history · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 545 words
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No? not treason? Be circumspect, for to a credulous eye, He comes invisible, veiled with flattery, And flatteries look like friends, as Wolves, like Dogs. And as a glorious Poem fronted well With many a goodly Herald of his praise, So far from hate of praises to his face, That he prays men to praise him, and they ride Before, with trumpets in their mouths, proclaiming Life to the holy fury of his lines: All drawn, as if with one eye he had leered, On his loved hand, and led it by a rule; That his plumes only Imp the muse's wings, He sleeps with them, his head is napped with bay, His lips break out with Nectar, his tuned feet Are of the great last, the perpetual motion, And he puffed with their empty breath believes Full merit, eased those passions of wind, Which yet serve, but to praise, and cannot merit, And so his fury in their air expires: So de Laffin, and such corrupted heralds, Hired to encourage, and to glorify May force what breath they will into their cheeks Fitter to blow up bladders, then full men: Yet may puff men to, with persuasions That they are Gods in worth; and may rise Kings With treading on their noises; yet the worthiest, From only his own worth receives his spirit And right is worthy bound to any merit; Which right, shall you have ever; leave him then, He follows none but marked, and wretched men; And now for England you shall go my lord, Our Lord Ambassador to that matchless Queen; You never had a voyage of such pleasure Honour, and worthy objects: there's a Queen Where nature keeps her state, and state her Court, Wisdom her study, continence her fort, Where Magnanimity, Humanity: Firmness in counsel and integrity: Grace to her poorest subjects: Majesty To awe the greatest, have respects divine, And in her each part, all the virtues shine. Enjoy your will a while, I may have mine. Wherefore (before I part to this embassage) I'll be resolved by a Magician That dwells hereby, to whom I'll go disguised, And show him my birth's figure, set before: By one of his profession, of the which I'll crave his judgement, feigning I am sent From some great parsonage, whose nativity, He wisheth should be censured by his skill. But on go my plots, be it good or ill. This hour by all rules of Astrology, Is dangerous to my person, if not deadly. How hapless is our knowledge to foretell And not be able to prevent a mischief, O the strange difference twixt us and the stars: They work with inclinations strong and fatal And nothing know; and we know all there working And nought can do, or nothing can prevent? Rude ignorance is beastly, knowledge wretched: The heavenly powers envy what they Enjoin: We are commanded t'imitate there natures, In making all our ends eternity: And in that imitation we are plagued, And worse than they esteemed, that have no souls, But in their nostrils, and like beasts expire; As they do that are ignorant of arts, By drowning there eternal parts in sense, And sensual affectations: while we live Our good parts take away, the more they give.
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No? not treason? Be circumspect, for to a credulous eye, He comes inuisible, vail'd with flatterie, And flatereis looke like friends, as Woolues, like Dogges. And as a glorious Poeme fronted well With many a goodly Herrald of his praise, So farre from hate of praises to his face, That he praies men to praise him, and they ride Before, with trumpets in their mouthes, proclayming Life to the holie furie of his lines: All drawne, as if with one eye he had leerd, On his lou'd hand, and led it by a rule; That his plumes onely Imp the Muses wings, He sleepes with them, his head is napt with baies, His lips breake out with Nectar, his tunde feete Are of the great last, the perpetuall motion, And he puft with their empty breath beleeues Full merit, eas'd those passions of winde, Which yet serue, but to praise, and cannot merit, And so his furie in their ayre expires: So de Laffin, and such corrupted Herralds, Hirde to encorage, and to glorifie May force what breath they will into their cheekes Fitter to blow vp bladders, then full men: Yet may puff men to, with perswasions That they ae Gods in worth; and may rise Kings With treading on their noises; yet the worthiest, From onely his owne worth receiues his spirit And right is worthy bound to any merit; Which right, shall you haue euer; leaue him then, He followes none but markt▪ and wretched men; And now for England you shall goe my lord, Our Lord Ambassador to that matchlesse Queene; You neuer had a voiage of such pleasure Honor, and worthy obiects: Ther's a Queene Where nature keepes her state, and state her Court, Wisdome her studie, Conntinence her fort, Where Magnanimity, Humanitie: Firmnesse in counsaile and integritie: Grace to her porest subiects: Maiestie To awe the greatest, haue respects diuine, And in her each part, all the vertues shine. Inioy your will a while, I may haue mine. VVherefore (before I part to this ambassage) Ile be resolu'd by a Magician That dwells hereby, to whome ile goe disguisde, And shew him my births figure, set before: By one of his profession, of the which Ile craue his iudgement, fayning I am sent From some great personage, whose natiuitie, He wisheth should be censurd by his skill. But on go my plots, be it good or ill. This houre by all rules of Astrologie, Is dangerous to my person, if not deadly. How haples is our knowledge to fore-tel And not be able to preuent a mischiefe, O the strange difference twixt vs and the stars: They worke with inclynations stronge and fatall And nothing know; and we know all there working And nought can do, or nothing can preuent? Rude ignorance is beastly, knowledge wretched: The heauenly powers enuy what they Enioyne: VVe are commanded t'imitate there natures, In making all our ends eternitie: And in that imitation we are plagued, And worsse then they esteemd, that haue no soules, But in their nostrils, and like beasts expire; As they do that are ignorant of arts, By drowning there eternall parts in sence, And sensuall affectations: while wee liue Our good parts take away, the more they giue.