Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HONOUR OF THE GARTER: PROLOGUE, by GEORGE PEELE Poet's Biography First Line: Plain is my coat, and humble is my gait Last Line: Nor herbs nor time such remedy affords. Subject(s): Daniel, Samuel (1562-1619); Harington, Sir John (1561-1612); Harvey, Gabriel (1545-1630); Poetry & Poets; Spenser, Edmund (1552-1599) | ||||||||
PLAIN is my coat, and humble is my gait: Thrice-noble earl, behold with gentle eyes My wit's poor worth, even for your nobléss, Renownèd lord, Northumberland's fair flower, The Muses' love, patron, and favourite, That artisans and scholars dost embrace, And clothest Mathesis in rich ornaments; That admirable mathematic skill, Familiar with the stars and zodiac, To whom the heaven lies open as her book; By whose directions undeceivable, Leaving our schoolmen's vulgar trodden paths, And following the ancient reverend steps Of Trismegistus and Pythagoras, Through uncouth ways and unaccessible, Dost pass into the spacious pleasant fields Of divine science and philosophy; From whence beholding the deformities Of common errors, and world's vanity, Dost here enjoy that sacred sweet content That baser souls, not knowing, not affect: And so by Fate's and Fortune's good aspéct Rais'd, in thy height, and these unhappy times, Disfurnish'd wholly of heroical spirits That learning should with glorious hands uphold, (For who should learning underbear but he That knows thereof the precious worthiness, And sees true science from base vanity?) Hast in regard the true philosophy That in pure wisdom seats her happiness. And you the Muses, and the Graces three, You I invoke from heaven and Helicon, For other patrons have poor poets none, But Muses and the Graces, to implore. Augustus long ago hath left the world, And liberal Sidney, famous for the love He bare to learning and to chivalry, And virtuous Walsingham are fled to heaven. Why thither speed not Hobbin and his feres, Great Hobbinol, on whom our shepherds gaze, And Harington, well-letter'd and discreet, That hath so purely naturélizèd Strange words, and made them all free denizens? Why thither speeds not Rosamond's trumpeter, Sweet as the nightingale? Why go'st not thou, That richly cloth'st conceit with well-made words, Campion, accompanied with our English Fraunce, A peerless sweet translator of our time? Why follow not a thousand that I know, Fellows to these, Apollo's favourites, And leave behind our ordinary grooms, With trivial humours to pastíme the world, That favours Pan and Phbus both alike? Why thither post not all good wits from hence, To Chaucer, Gower, and to the fairest Phaer That ever ventur'd on great Virgil's works? To Watson, worthy many epitaphs For his sweet poesy, for Amyntas' tears And joys so well set down? And after thee Why hie they not, unhappy in thine end, Marley, the Muses' darling for thy verse, Fit to write passions for the souls below, If any wretched souls in passion speak? Why go not all into th' Elysian fields, And leave this centre barren of repast, Unless in hope Augusta will restore The wrongs that learning bears of covetousness, And court's disdain, the enemy to art? Leave, foolish lad, it mendeth not with words; Nor herbs nor time such remedy affords. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GARDEN OF ADONIS by EMMA LAZARUS THE VIRTUOSO; IN IMITATION OF SPENCER'S STYLE AND STANZA by MARK AKENSIDE SPECIMEN OF AN INDUCTION TO A POEM by JOHN KEATS SPENSER'S IRELAND by MARIANNE MOORE THE ALLEY. AN IMITATION OF SPENSER by ALEXANDER POPE A VISION UPON [THIS CONCEIT] OF THE FAERIE QUEENE (1) by WALTER RALEIGH A VISION UPON [THIS CONCEIT] OF THE FAERIE QUEENE (2) by WALTER RALEIGH AMORETTI: DEDICATION. G.W. SENIOR, TO THE AUTHOR by GEOFFREY WHITNEY SR. COMMENDATORY VERSE FOR THE FAERIE QUEENE by H. B. FAREWELL TO ARMS by GEORGE PEELE A FAREWELL TO SIR JOHN NORRIS AND SIR FRANCIS DRAKE by GEORGE PEELE |
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