Great Britain -- History -- Poetry; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 -- Sources
I deckte my corps with plumes (I say) and winges,
And had them set, thou seest, in scilfull wise,
With many feats, fine poyseing equall thinges,
To ayde my selfe in flight to fall or rise,
An arte men seldome vse mine enterprise:[434]
[Somwhat] gaynst store of winde, by practise rise I could,
And try’d which way to turne, and mount, and lyght I should.[435]
22.
But er the perfect scill I learned had,
(And yet mee thought I could doe passing well)
My subiects’ hearts with pleasaunt toyes to glad,
From Temple’s top, where did _Apollo_ dwell,
I 'sayd to flye, but on the Church I fell,
And broysed all to peeces lost[436] my life withall.
This was my race, mine exercise and fatall fall.[437]
23.
What vayner thing could any Prince deuise,
Than so himselfe a foolish fowle to showe:
Learne you by mee, that count your selues so wise,
The worst to doubt of thinges, what ere you know,
Fly not so high for feare you fall so lowe:
The massy wight is far to great for fethery downe to beare:
Below y^e happy man knowes when tis well, & can content him
there.[438]
24.
These curious artes alurementes haue alone,
They profer much in recompence of payne:
But yet among’st a thousand scarce is one
In practise, ought by them can saue or gayne.
You see perdy they are[439] but false and vayne
Sophisticall, deceiptfull, [endlesse] and vntrue,
That nothing haue them selues, and promise all to you.[440]
25.
I speake not of the rest that are in vse
Amongst the wiser sort, Philosophy,
Nor of the partes thereof, but of th’abuse
That comes by magicke arts of imagery,
By vile inchauntments, charmes, and pampestry,
All which I deeme (and they shall finde in proofe) as euill
That practise them, as is (by whom they deale) the diuell.[441]
26.
To make an end: you noble Kinges content
Your selues with studies seruing for the state:
You Lordes also with all your wits inuent
What way t’eschewe the Prynce and people’s hate.
Yee subiects loue your Prynce, eschewe debate.
I wish you all beware to clime, or flee, or soare to hie,
For feare you tomble downe, or slip, or fall, as erst did I.[442]
LENUOY.
1.
Who so that takes in hand the aire to scale,
As _Bladud_ here did take on him to flie:
Or _Dedal’s_ sonne (as _Poets_ tell the tale)
Yong _Icarus_, that flew (they say) so hie:
Or else as _Simon Magus_ flew perdy:
Though nere so well his plumes and winges hee decke,
By sea h’is droun’d, by land hee breakes his necke.
2.
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