Michael Drayton- Collected Poetical Works

by Michael Drayton

That falling low and flat, her blubbered face to hide,

  By Thames shee welneere is surrounded every tyde:

  And since of worldly state, she never taketh keepe, 11

  But onely gives her selfe, to tend, and milke her sheepe.

  But Muse, from her so low, divert thy high-set song

  To London-wards, and bring from Lea with thee along

  The forrests, and the floods, and most exactly show,

  How these in order stand, how those directly flow: 16

  For in that happy soyle, doth pleasure ever wonne,

  Through forrests, where cleere rills in wild meanders runne;

  Where daintie summer bowers, and arborets are made,

  Cut out of busshy thicks, for coolenesse of the shade.

  Fooles gaze at painted courts, to th’countrey let me goe, 21

  To climbe the easie hill, then walke the valley lowe;

  No gold-embossed roofes, to me are like the woods;

  No bed like to the grasse, nor liquor like the floods:

  A citie’s but a sinke, gay houses gawdy graves, 25

  The Muses have free leave, to starve or live in caves:

  But Waltham Forrest still in prosperous estate,

  As standing to this day (so strangely fortunate)

  Above her neighbour nymphs, and holds her head aloft;

  A turfe beyond them all, so sleeke and wondrous soft, 30

  Upon her setting side, by goodly London grac’d,

  Upon the north by Lea, her south by Thames embrac’d.

  Upon her rising point, shee chaunced to espie,

  A daintie forrest-nymph of her societie.

  Faire Hatfield, which in height all other did surmount, 35

  And of the Dryades held in very high account;

  Yet in respect of her stood farre out of the way,

  Who doubting of her selfe, by others late decay,

  Her sisters glory view’d with an astonish’d eye,

  Whom Waltham wisely thus reprooveth by and by. 40

  Deare sister rest content, nor our declining rue,

  What thing is in this world (that we can say) is new;

  The ridge and furrow shewes, that once the crooked plow,

  Turn’d up the grassy turfe, where okes are rooted now:

  And at this houre we see, the share and coulter teare

  The full corne-bearing gleabe, where sometimes forrests were; 46

  And those but caitifes are, which most doe seeke our spoyle,

  Who having sold our woods, doe lastly sell our soyle;

  Tis vertue to give place to these ungodly times,

  When as the fostred ill proceeds from others crimes;

  Gainst lunatiks, and fooles, what wise folke spend their force; 51

  For folly headlong falls, when it hath had the course:

  And when God gives men up, to wayes abhor’d and vile,

  Of understanding hee deprives them quite, the while

  They into errour runne, confounded in their sinne, 55

  As simple fowles in lyme, or in the fowlers gynne.

  And for those prettie birds, that wont in us to sing,

  They shall at last forbeare to welcome in the spring,

  When wanting where to pearch, they sit upon the ground,

  And curse them in their notes, who first did woods confound. 60

  Deare sister Hatfield, then hold up thy drooping head,

  We feele no such decay, nor is all succour fled:

  For Essex is our dower, which greatly doth abound,

  With every simple good, that in the ile is found:

  And though we goe to wracke in this so generall waste,

  This hope to us remains, we yet may be the last. 66

  When Hatfield taking heart, where late she sadly stood,

  Sends little Roding foorth, her best-beloved flood;

  Which from her christall fount, as to enlarge her fame,

  To many a village lends, her cleere and noble name,

  Which as she wandreth on, through Waltham holds her way, 71

  With goodly oken wreaths, which makes her wondrous gay;

  But making at the last into the watry marsh,

  Where though the blady grasse unwholesome be and harsh,

  Those wreaths away she casts, which bounteous Waltham gave, 75

  With bulrush, flags, and reed, to make her wondrous brave,

  And her selves strength divides, to sundry lesser streames,

  So wantoning shee falls into her soveraigne Thames.

  From whose vast beechy bankes a rumor straight resounds,

  Which quickly ran it selfe through the Essexian grounds, 80

  That Crouch amongst the rest, a rivers name should seeke,

  As scorning any more the nickname of a creeke,

  Well furnisht with a streame, that from the fill to fall,

  Wants nothing that a flood should be adorn’d withall.

  Of Benge’s batfull side, and at her going out, 85

  With Walnot, Foulnesse faire, neere watred round about.

  Two iles for greater state to stay her up that stand,

  Thrust farre into the sea, yet fixed to the land;

  As Nature in that sort them purposely had plac’d,

  That shee by sea and land, should every way be grac’d. 90

  Some sea-nymphs and besides, her part (there were) that tooke,

  As angry that their Crouch should not be cald a brooke;

  And bad her to complaine to Neptune of her wrong.

  But whilst these grievous stirres thus hapned them among,

  Choice Chelmer comes along, a nymph most neatly cleere, 95

  Which welneere through the midst doth cut the wealthy sheere,

  By Dunmow gliding downe to Chelmsford hold her chase,

  To which she gives the name, which as she doth imbrace

  Cleere Can comes tripping in, and doth with Chelmer close:

  With whose supply (though small as yet) she greater growes. 100

  She for old Maldon makes, where in her passing by,

  Shee to remembrance calls that Roman Colony,

  And all those ominous signes her fall that did foregoe,

  As that which most expres’d their fatal! overthrow;

  Crown’d victory reverst, fell downe whereas shee stood, 105

  And the vast greenish sea, discoloured like to blood.

  Shreeks heard like peoples cries, that see their deaths at hand;

  The pourtratures of men imprinted in the sand.

  When Chelmer scarce arrives in her most wished bay,

  But Blakwater comes in, through many a crooked way, 110

  Which Pant was call’d of yore; but that, by time exild,

  Shee Froshwell after hight, then Blakwater instil’d,

  But few, such titles have the British floods among.

  When Northey neere at hand, and th’Ile of Ousey rung

  With shouts the sea-nymphs gave, for joy of their arrive, 115

  As either of those iles in curtesie doe strive,

  To Tethis darlings, which should greatest honor doe;

  And what the former did, the latter adds thereto.

  But Colne, which frankly lends faire Colechester her name,

  (On all the Essexian shore, the towne of greatest fame) 120

  Perceiving how they still in courtship did contend,

  Quoth she, wherefore the time thus idly doe you spend?

  What is there nothing here, that you esteeme of worth,

  That our big-bellied sea, or our rich land brings forth?

  Thinke you our oysters here, unworthy of your praise? 125

  Pure Walfleet, which doe still the daintiest pallats please:

  As excellent as those which are esteemed most.

  The Cizic shels, or those on the Lucrinian coast;

  Or cheese, which our fat soyle to every quarter sends;

  Whose tacke the hungry clowne, and plow-man so commends. 130

  If you esteeme
not these, as things above the ground,

  Looke under, where the urnes of ancient times are found:

  The Roman Emp’rours coynes, oft dig’d out of the dust,

  And warlike weapons now consum’d with cankring rust:

  The huge and massy bones, of mighty fearefull men,

  To tell the worlds full strength, what creatures lived then; 136

  When in her height of youth, the lustie fruitfull earth

  Brought foorth her big-limb’d brood, even gyants in their birth.

  Thus spoke shee, when from sea they suddenly doe heare

  A strong and horrid noyse, which struck the land with feare: 140

  For with their crooked trumps, his Tritons, Neptune sent,

  To warne the wanton nymphs, that they incontinent

  Should straight repaire to Stour, in Orwells pleasant road;

  For it had been divulg’d the ocean all abroad,

  That Orwell and this Stour, by meeting in one bay,

  Two, that each others good, intended every way, 146

  Prepar’d to sing a song, that should precisely show,

  That Medway for her life, their skill could not outgoe:

  For Stour, a daintie flood, that duly doth divide

  Fair Suffolke from this shire, upon her other side;

  By Clare first comming in, to Sudbury doth show,

  The even course she keepes; when farre she doth not flow, 152

  But Breton a bright nymph, fresh succour to her brings:

  Yet is she not so proud of her superfluous springs,

  But Orwell comming in from Ipswitch thinkes that shee, 155

  Should stand for it with Stour, and lastly they agree,

  That since the Britans hence their first discoveries made,

  And that into the east they first were taught to trade.

  Besides, of all the roads, and havens of the east,

  This harbor where they meet, is reckoned for the best. 160

  Our voyages by sea, and brave discoveries knowne

  Their argument they make, and thus they sing their owne;

  In Severns late tun’d lay, that Empresse of the west,

  In which great Arthurs actes are to the life exprest:

  His conquests to the north, who Norway did invade,

  Who Groneland, Iseland next, then Lapland lastly made 166

  His awfull empires bounds, the Britans acts among,

  This god-like heroes deeds exactly have beene sung:

  His valiant people then, who to those countries brought,

  Which many an age since that, our great’st discoveries thought. 170

  This worthiest then of ours, our Argonauts shall lead.

  Next Malgo, who againe that conquerors steps to tread,

  Succeeding him in raigne, in conquests so no lesse,

  Plow’d up the frozen sea, and with as faire successe,

  By that great conquerors claime, first Orkney overran; 175

  Proud Denmarke then subdu’d, — and — spacious Norway wan,

  Ceasd Iseland for his owne, and Goteland to each shore,

  Where Arthurs full-saild fleet had ever toucht before.

  And when the Britans raigne came after to decline,

  And to the Cambrian hils their fate did them confine,

  The Saxon swaying all, in Alfreds powerfull raigne,

  Our English Octer put a fleet to — sea againe, 182

  Of th’uge Norwegian hilles, and newes did hither bring,

  Whose tops are hardly wrought in twelve dayes travailing.

  But leaving Norway then a sterboard, forward kept,

  And with our English sayles what mightie ocean swept, 186

  Where those steme people wonne, whom hope of gaine doth call,

  In hulkes with grapling hooks, to hunt the dreadfull whall;

  And great Duina downe from her first springing place,

  Doth roule her swelling waves in churlish Neptunes face. 190

  Then Woolstan after him discovering Dansig found,

  Where Wixels mighty mouth is powrd into the sound,

  And towing up his streame, first taught the English oares,

  The usefull way of trade to those most gainefull shores.

  And when the Norman stem here strong and potent grew, 195

  And their successefull sonnes, did glorious acts pursue,

  One Nicholas nam’d of Lyn, where first he breath’d the ay re,

  Though Oxford taught him art, and well may hold him deare:

  Ith’mathematicks learnd, (although a fryer profest)

  To see those northerne climes, with great desire possest, 200

  Himselfe he thither ship’d, and skilfull in the globe,

  Tooke every severall height with his true astrolobe;

  The whirlpooles of the seas, and came to understand,

  From the foure card’nall winds, foure indraughts that command;

  Int’any of whose falls, if th’wandring barque doth light, 205

  It hurried is away with such temptestuous flight,

  Into that swallowing gulfe, which seemes as it would draw

  The very earth it selfe into th’infernall maw.

  Foure such immeasur’d pooles, phylosophers agree,

  Ith foure parts of the world undoubtedly to bee; 210

  From which they have supposed, Nature the winds doth raise,

  And from them to proceed the flowing of the seas.

  And when our civill warres began at last to cease,

  And these late calmer times of olive-bearing peace,

  Gave leasure to great minds, farre regions to descry;

  That brave adventrous knight, our Sir Hugh Willoughby, 216

  Ship’d for the northern seas, mongst those congealed piles,

  Fashioned by lasting frosts, like mountaines, and like iles,

  (In all her fearefulst shapes saw horror, whose great mind,

  In lesser bounds then these, that could not be confin’d, 220

  Adventured on those parts, where winter still doth keepe;

  When most the icy cold had chaind up all the deepe)

  In bleake Arzina’s road his death neere Lapland tooke,

  Where Kegor from her scite, on those grim seas doth looke.

  Two others follow then, eternall fame that wonne,

  Our Chancellor, and with him, compare we Jenkinson: 226

  For Russia both imbarqu’d, the first ariving there,

  Entring Duina’s mouth, up her proud streame did steere

  To Volgad, to behold her pompe, the Russian state,

  Moscovia measuring then; the other with like fate,

  Both those: vast realmes survay’d, then into Bactria past, 231

  To Boghors bulwarkt walls, then to the liquid wast,

  Where Oxus roleth downe twixt his farre distant shores,

  And o’re the Caspian maine, with strong untyred oares,

  Adventured to view rich Persias wealth and pride,

  Whose true report thereof, the English since have tride. 236

  With Fitch, our Eldred next, deserv’dly placed is;

  Both travailing to see, the Syrian Tripolis.

  The first of which (in this whose noble spirit was showne)

  To view those parts, to us that were the most unknowne, 240

  On thence to Ormus set, Goa, Cambaya, then,

  To vast Zelabdim, thence to Echubar, agen

  Crost Ganges mighty streame, and his large bankes did view,

  To Baccola went on, to Bengola, Pegu;

  And for Mallaccan then, Zeiten, and Cochin cast,

  Measuring with many a step, the great East-Indian wast. 246

  The other from that place, the first before had gone,

  Determining to see the broad-wald Babylon,

  Crost Euphrates, and row’d against his mightie streame;

  Licia, and Gaza saw, with great Hierusalem, 250

  And our deare Saviours seat, blest Bethlem did behold,

  And Jo
urdan, of whose waves, much is in scriptures told.

  Then Macham, who (through love to long adventures led)

  Mederas wealthy iles, the first discovered, 254

  Who having stolne a mayd, to whom he was affi’d,

  Yet her rich parents still her marriage rites deni’d,

  Put with her foorth to sea, where many a danger past,

  Upon an ile of those, at length by tempest cast;

  And putting in, to give his tender love some ease,

  Which very ill had brook’d, the rough and boystrous seas; 260

  And lingring for her health, within the quiet bay,

  The mariners most false, fled with the ship away,

  When as it was not long, but shee gave up her breath;

  When he whose teares in vaine bewayld her timelesse death:

  That their deserved rites her funerall could not have,

  A homely altar built upon her honoured grave. 266

  When with his folke but few, not passing two or three,

  There making them a boat, but rudely of one tree,

  Put foorth againe to sea, where after many a flaw,

  Such as before themselves, scarce mortall ever saw;

  Nor miserable men could possibly sustaine, 271

  Now swallowed with the waves, and then spu’d up againe;

  At length were on the coast of sun-burnt Affrick throwne:

  T’amaze that further world, and to amuse our owne.

  Then Windham who new wayes, for us and ours to trie, 275

  For great Morrocco made, discovering Barbarie.

  Lock, Towerson, Fenner next, vast Guiney forth that sought,

  And of her ivory, home in great abundance brought.

  The East-Indian voy’ger then, the valiant Lancaster,

  To Buona Esperance, Comara, Zanziber, 280

  To Nicuba, as hee to Gomerpolo went,

  Till his strong bottome strucke Molluccos continent;

  And sayling to Brazeel another time he tooke

  Olynda’s chiefest towne, and harbour Farnambuke,

  And with their precious wood, sugar, and cotton fraught, 285

  It by his safe returne, into his countrie brought.

  Then Forbosher, whose fame flew all the ocean o’r,

  Who to the northwest sought, huge China’s wealthy shore,

  When nearer to the north, that wandring sea-man set,

  Where hee in our hotst mon’ths of June and July met

  With snow, frost, haile, and sleet, and found sterne winter strong, 291

  With mighty iles of ice, and mountaines huge and long.

  Where as it comes and goes, the great eternall light,

  Makes halfe the yeare still day, and halfe continuall night.

  Then for those bounds unknown, he bravely set againe, 295