306 THE EPISTLE DEDICATORIE. pecteth especiall dutie at the hands of your seruant. And thus (right honorable) hoping better than I may offend, desirous to please, desperate of praise, & destitute of a better present, I make tender onely of good will, more I haue not, for your honor's good word, lesse I hope not, Your lordships most humble and dutifull seruant, W. WARNER. TO THE READER. WEL know I, that pearls low-prised in India are precious in England, that euen Homer was slightly authorised in Greece, but singularly admired elswhere, and that for the most part, the best authors find at home their worst auditors: howbeit, whatsoeuer writer is most famous, the same is therefore indebted to his natiue language: neither preferre I aboue three speeches before ours, for more sententious. Written haue I alreadie in proese, allowed of some: and now (friendly reader) offer I verse, attending thine indifferent censure. In which, if grosely I faile (as not greatly I so feare) in veritie, breuitie, inuention, and varietie, profitable, patheticall, pithie, and pleasant, so farre off shall I be from being opinionate of mine owne labours, that myselfe will also subscribe to prescribe the same for absurd and erronius. But in vaine is it either to intreat or feare the courteous or captious: the one will not cauill nor the other be reconciled. My labour is past, and your liking to come: and things hardly founded, may easily be confounded; arrogancie is linx-eyed into aduantages: enuie and selfe-conceited readers capable of the least errour.' But such are good mindes, and the contraries of these men in reading of books, as were the Paganes in reuerencing their gods, sacrificing as devoutly to a woodden Iupiter, as to a golden Iupiter: to an oxe, a cat, or vnreuerent Priapus, as to the Sunne, the starres, or amiable Venus: deuotion and discretion being euermore senceles in detraction. Of the latter sorte therefore I craue pardon, presupposing their patience; to the former, presupposing impatience, I offer pardon: resting to either, and to you all, in good will such as I should, yours, W. W. POEMS OF WILLIAM WARNER. ALBION'S ENGLAND: A CONTINUED HISTORIE OF THE SAME KINGDOME, FROM THE ORIGINALS OF THE FIRST INHABITANTS THEREOF: And most the chiefe alterations and accidents there hapning: vnto, and in, the happie raigne of our now most gracious seueraigne queene Elizabeth. With a varietie of inuentiue and historicall intermixtures. First penned and published by William Warner: and now reuised, and newly inlarged by the same author. THE FIRST BOOKE OF ALBION'S ENGLAND. CHAP. L I TELL of things done long agoe, To write the gests of Brutons stout, When arked Noah, and seuen with him, And that both man and beast, and all, To Asia Sem, to Affrick Cham, One language common vnto all; Vntill it came to passe, That Nembroth sonne to Chus, the sonne Of Cham, old Noah his sonne, As he and his audacious crew, Of following flouddes, the creator Of creatures beheld The climing toppes of cloud-high towers, And more to be fulfilde. To cut off which ambicious plot, About the worke they went, THE Babylonian Saturne though He was the first that rulde as king, Or went about into the right Ere this aspiring mindes did sleepe, For dreadfull warres, but awlesse Death Then Ninus prosecutes the warres, And fild the wrong d worlde with armes, Much people, yet not capable From Caldea to Assyria he Translates the empire quite: And caused fire on horses' backes, Before him euer borne, To be adorned for a god. Thus out of vse was wore In Caldea and Assyria too From Ninus first: he first of all A monarchie did frame, And bewtified Niniuie, That bore the builder's name. His warlike wife Semiramis, Her husband being dead, And sonne in nonage, faining bith Long ruled in his stead: Delating in a male's attyre, The empire new begonne : The which, his yeares admitting it, She yeelded to her sonne. Thus Cham his broode did borgeon first, MVCH prayse is spoke of Thessalie, And how that Cecrops and his seede Did honour Athens so, As that from thence are sayd the springs Of sciences to flow. Not onely artes, but cheualry, From Greece deriue we may: How Saturne, Ioue, and Hercules, In Crete did florish in those dayes All others did out goe. This tooke to wife (not then forbod) That crooked Titan did to him In making and of minde, Their owner's elder time. Away slips age: death spareth none: Well may a rich man's hearse want teares, To whome, that he is dead at length Howbeit, at the least for forme, Vranos' sonnes lament: But scarce their parted father's ghost When that his heires did fall at oddes And Titan chafes, disabled then Each eye did follow Saturne's forme, Yet, for because the birth-right should In Mars his church did Saturne yow Not meanely glad was Saturne then He giueth lawes, his lawes are kept, He wealds a kingly sway. He teacheth men (vntaught before) With shaft from bow-man's hand. So fast conuay'd from Hell, But what auaile or townes, or lawes, He loues, and is beloude againe ; In former vow to Titan made His paine of pleasure lies: One sonne is borne, and slayne: CHAP. IL THE Sunne had compast all the signes, |