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Show ENGRILS Apollo's lavrell both for learninges laude And ¢ke for martiall praife, that in my fhield The feven fold Sophie of Minerve contein A match more mete, Syr King, then any here The noble prince amoved takes ruth upo The wilfull wight, and with foft words ayen (quoth he) what {o thou art O monitrous ma I pray thee live, ne do not with my deat This lodge of Lore, the Mufes manfion marre That treafure houfe this hand fhall never fpoyle My fword fhall never bruife that fkilfull brayne Long gather'd heapes of {cience fone to fpill O how fayre fruites may you to mortall me From Wifdoms garden give; how many ma By you the wifer and the better prove What error, what mad moode, what frenzy the Perfwades to be downe, fent to depe Averne Where no artes flourith, nor no knowledge vaile For all thefe fawes. When thus the fovereig s Aand Alighted Zoroas with {word unfheathed The carelefs king there finoate above the greve At th' opening of his quithes wounded him So that the blood down trailed on the ground The Macedon perceiving hurt, gan gnathe But yet his mynde he bent in any wif Hy fett {purrs unto his ftede to forbeare And turnde away, left anger of his {fmart Should caufe revenger hand deale balefull blowes But of the Macedonian chieftaines knights One Meleager could not bear this fight But ran upon the faid Egyptian rude And cutt him ip both knees: he fell to ground Wherewith. a. whole rout came of {ouldiour {terne And all in pieces hewed the fely feg But happely the foule fled to the ftarres Where under him he hath full Gght of all Whereat he gazed here with reaching looke The Perfians waild fuch {apience to forgoe The very {one the Macedonians wifht He would have lived king Alexande felf Who wonne like praife for conquelt of his Yre As for ftoute men in field that day fubdued Who princes taught how to difcerne 2 man That in his head fo rare a jewel beares But over all thofe fame Camenes Divine Camenes thofe fame whofe honour he procurde As tender parent doth his daughters weale Lamented, and for thankes, all that they can 08 Do cherifh bym deceaft and fett him free From dark oblivion of devouring death Barclay wrote about 1550; his chief work is th Ship of Fooles, of which the following extraét wil fhew his ftyle 'Of Mockers and Scorner and falfe Accufers HearTLEss fooles, hafte here to our dorine Leaue off the wayes of your enormitie Enforce you to my preceptes to encline For here fhall I fhewe you good and veritie Encline, and ye finde fhall great profperitie Enfuing the doctrine of our fathers olde And godly lawes in valour worth great golde Who that will followe the graces manyfold Which are in vertue, fhall finde auvauncement Wherfore ye fooles that in your finne are bolde Enfue ye wifdome, and leaue your lewde intent Wifdome is the way of men moft excellent Therfore haue done, and fhortly fpede your pace To quaynt your felf and company with grace Learne what is vertue, therin is great folace Learne what is truth, fadnes and prudence Let grutche be gone, and grauitie purchafe Forfake your folly and inconuenience Ceafe to be fooles, and ay. to fue offence Followe ye vertue, chiefe roote of godlynes For it and wifedome is ground of clenlynes Wifedome and vertue two thinges are doubtles Whiche man endueth with honour {peciall But fuche heartes as flepe in foolifhne Knoweth nothing, and will nought know at all But in this little barge is principal All foolith mockers [ purpofe to repreue Clawe he his backe that feeleth itche or greue Mockers.and {corners that are hard of beleue With a rough comb here will I clawe and grate To proue if they will from their vice remeue And leaue their folly, which caufeth great debate Suche caytiues {pare neyther poore man nor eftate And where their {elfe are moft worthy derifion Other men to {corne is all their moft condition Y et are mo fooles of this abufien Demde him a wan unmete to dye at all LA U AKGC Whiche of wife men defpifeth the doétrine With mowes mockes {corne and collufion Rewarding rebukes for their good difcipline Shewe to fuche wifdome, yet fhall they not enclin Unto the fame, but fet nothing therby But mocke thy doétrine, ftill or openly Soin the world it appeareth commoaly That who that will a foole rebuke or blame A mocke or mowe fhall he haue by and by Thus in derifion:haue fooles their fpeciall gamg Corre&t a wife man that woulde efchue ill name And fayne woulde learne, and his lewde life amende And to thy wordes he gladly fhall intende |