Alexander Neuyll - Poem by Barnabe Googe
The Moutaines hie the blustryng wids
The fluds: ye Rocks wtstad
The Cities strong, the Canons shot,
& threatning Cheiftains had.
The Castels houge by long beseyge,
and dredfull battrye brooke,
Bothe fyre, & flames, and thundrynge thumps
and euery deadly stroke,
With feruent broylyng furious rage,
doth beate, and dryue to ground
The long defenced wars by force,
and throughly them confound.
Ryght so thy Muse (Oh worthy Googe.)
thy pleasaunt frained style
Discouerd lyes to momish Mouthes
Reprochfull tongs and vyle
Diffaming minds. Regard them not.
preas thou for hygher prayse.
Submit thy selfe to persons graue,
whose Iudgement ryght alwayes
By Reason rulde doth ryghtly iudge,
whom Fancies none can charme,
Which in the most Incostant brains,
are chyefly wont to swarme.
Whom no desyre of fylthy gayne,
whom lucre none can moue
From truth to stray. Such me esteam,
Such such embrace and loue.
On such men stay thy tender years,
such Patrons seeke to chuse.
Which taught by Tyme, & practisde Proofe
vprightest iudgement vse.
But as for those Crabsnowted bestes
those ragyng feends of Hell.
Whose vile, malicious, hatefull mindes,
wt boylyng Rancour swell.
Which puft with Pryde, enflamd wt spight,
& drownd in deape disdain:
Lyke Momus monstrous broode outright
euen of a ielows Brayn
With curious, cackard, carping mouthes,
most famous dedes diffame,
Defacing those whose labours great,
Deserue immortall name.
Such crab faced, cakerd, carlish chuffs
within whose hatefull brestes,
Suche Malice bydes, suche Rancour broyles,
such endles Enuy rests
Esteame thou not. No preiudice
to thee: nor yet oprest,
Thy famous wrytyngs are by them.
Thou lyuest and euer shalt.
Not all the slaundryng tonges aliue,
may purchase blame or fault
Unto to thy name (O worthy Googe.)
No tyme, no fyrye flame
Not all the furies frettyng Force,
Thy doynges may dyffame.
Let them in broyle of burning spight,
continuall Toyle sustayne
Let the fele scourging Plags of mind
Let euer duryng payne,
Spred through their poisoned vaines.
wt payse of dedly waight: (Let Care
Oppresse theyr vyle infected Harts,
with stynging Malyce fraight.
Let them destroy them selvs in Time.
In Rancour let them boyle.
Let mortall hate, let pynching gryefes,
let flamyng torments broyle,
Within theyr greuous vexed brests,
for euermore to dwell
Let them fele Enuies cursed force,
(consumyng Feend of Hell.)
Defye them all. misanqrwpoi
and squynteyd Monsters ryght
They are. In fyne leue Sow to swill
and Chuff to canckerd Spyght.
But thou procede in vertuous dedes,
and as thou haste begon,
Go forward styll to aduauce thy fame
Lyfes Race halfe ryghtly ron
Farre easyer tis for to obtain,
the Type of true Renowne.
Like Labours haue ben recompenst
with an immortall Crowne.
By this doth famouse Chaucer lyue,
by this a thousande moore
Of later yeares. By this alone
the olde renowmed Stoore
Of Auncient Poets lyue. By this
theyr Praise aloft doth mownt.
Unto the Skyes: and equall is
with Stars aboue. Accownt
Thy selfe then worthy of the lyke,
yf that thou doste proceade
By famous deds thy Fame to enhauce
and name abroade to spreade.
With Courage stout tha through the thikst
thou needst not for to feare.
Not he that sayth, but he that doth,
ought Gloryes Garlande weare.
Thus shalt yu styll augment thy name,
and wyn the hyghe Renowne,
And present Prayse, in present Lyfe,
and after Death a Crowne
Of Honour, that for euer lasts.
immortall Fame in fyne.
To whose reward, thy faithfull Frend
doth wholly the resygne.
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