Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 4. WORTHY MEMORY, by WILLIAM BASSE Poet's Biography First Line: Under the sorry shelter of a bryer Last Line: In memory by her elder brother, sleepe. Subject(s): Memory | ||||||||
EPITAPHIUM {EGLOGUE 4} WORTHY MEMORY Watty. Willy VNDER the sorry shelter of a bryer Two mournfull shepheards sate in sad attire; Watty, full woe for his freind dead and gone, And Willy, that for his no lesse did moane. Watty O Willy! If thou canst to me declare This ayre of life (or if it be not ayre That life we call) then what should called be So fickle thing, that hath no certaintie? Or what offended hath the Destinies, That they so most unsparingly surprize Our freinds that we most sorrow to forgoe. How great a strength has gastly death, that no Humane authoritie can check his force, Vertue, nor Beauty, moue him to remorse! No age can dotage plead to his inquest, Nor youth by nonage hinder his arrest; No sex excuse, nor no excuse perswade; No wisedome charme his sythe, nor teares his spade. But that I see how quickly fades and dyes All earthly pride, as flowers doe, mine eyes Would on these flowers a drowning shower shed, For Meredic, for Meredic, is dead. Willy O Wat! and so is rare Brianoled. But knowThere is no wit, no worth, nor skill, That can withstand pale death's deserued ill. Could mortall dayes prolonged be by Arts, Or greedy Time sufficed with desarts; Could mans acquain[tan]ce with the starres produce The limits of his life, or treate a truce With spinn[in]g Fates; could sage Philosophy Prevaile with Death, or pleasant Poesy Enchant his eare: I should almost with ruth To image of old age transforme my youth For my Brianoled that young did dye Watty. And so for my young Meredic should I. For in yon Towne, that doeth with Cities sort, Whose old foundations (as old times report) On England's centre stand, and once the knowne Metropolis vnto the Mercian throne, Though now (alas!) disfigur'd with the scarres Of Saxon tumultes, and of bloody warre[s] With yellow Danes (that there were ouerthrowne) Whose metamorphos'd blood to weeds is growne: But whether that but fable be, or true, The branch of both our garlands now is rue For gentle Meredic, who there was sprung. Willy And sweet Brianoled, there nursed young Watty And that faire city, that as farre exceeds Our towne as Cedars doe excell the reeds, That famous Academ and happy Place Belou'd of Phbus and of Memories race, That, fil'd with springes of more renown'd account Then Aganippe or Libethris fount, More rich in knowledge and deep learning flowes Then others doe in mercenary showes, Fill'd studious Meredic with store of arts. Willy And ripe Brianoled with wondrous parts. Watty Young Meredic, as he was freind to me, So freinded by my greatest freind was he: And there on Baliols and their bounty fed. Willy Great Maudlins streames refresh'd Brianoled. Watty Rare Meredic rankes early with Divines. Willy Rare wisdome in Brianoled so shines, That he in Philosophique chaire doeth sit. Watty Sage Meredic expoundeth holy writ, And like a Shep-heard true, the joyfull fame Of our redemption and Redeemers name That there he learn'd in euery place he spred. Willy Brianoled fed flockes where he was fed, And where the wondrous knowledge he did reach Of Pipe, and starres, he did as freely teach. Watty But as the lambe that most maturely growes, Vnhappy slaughter sooner undergoes: Willy As store of fruit makes the abounding tree To stoop, and burthens bow the bearing knee: Watty As ripest eares of wheate doe soonest shed, Is Meredic in early ripenes dead. Willy As fairest flower's soone blasted in his prime, Brianoled fell in his flow'ring time. Watty What then avayles us more to waste our eyes (Poore Swaynes) for them that wee, 'till all men rise, No more shall see? Teares doe but wrong such men, Who for no wages would liue here agen. Wee that suruiue the losse of dead sustaine, And Death to all that vertuous are is gaine. Willy I neither sing nor weepe to win from clay Fraile bodies iustly doomed to decay: I onely striue to memorize the best Examples, of those mindes whose bodies rest. And though the frame of mortall flesh doe dye, Let's giue th' immortall minde her memory Wee cannot keepe aliue what perish will: What Death cannot, let not our silence kill. Watty If guiftes, entreates, or teares of freinds might saue, I guesse so few had euer gone to graue That, by this time, the whole Earths ample plaine Had wanted roome the liuing to containe. But if we should like savadges, or worse, Interre each dead mans vertues with his corse, I'me sure we should impouerish then too much The world, that cannot be too rich in such. But since true vertue never fades away, Willy Nor Fame, with forme, doth euer turne to clay, Watty So long as Piety is reverenc'd here, Willy Or Poesy is pleasing to the eare; Watty My gentle Meredic shall liue, though dead; Willy Though dead, shall liue my sweet Brianoled. Watty As glorious rose the Sun to day, and so Continues still, and so is like to goe, They two, by his example, both their dayes Begun, and led, and ended, in their praise. Willy Then like th' example rare of two such freinds Let be our liues, that like may be our ends: So both our flocks let both our dayly cares In proofe and safety keepe, as they did theirs: And when we rest our selues, learne Death to keepe In memory by her elder brother, Sleepe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMORY AS A HEARING AID by TONY HOAGLAND THE SAME QUESTION by JOHN HOLLANDER FORGET HOW TO REMEMBER HOW TO FORGET by JOHN HOLLANDER ON THAT SIDE by LAWRENCE JOSEPH MEMORY OF A PORCH by DONALD JUSTICE BEYOND THE HUNTING WOODS by DONALD JUSTICE ELEGY ON MR. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE by WILLIAM BASSE |
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