The Complete Poems of Sir John Davies. Volume 1 of 2.Davies, John, Sir
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The Complete Poems of Sir John Davies. Volume 1 of 2.
Davies, John, Sir
Davies, John, Sir, 1569-1626; English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700
_Homer_, to whom the Muses did carouse
A great deepe cup with heauenly nectar filld:
The greatest, deepest cup in _Ioue's_ great house,
(For _Ioue_ himselfe had so expresly willd)
He dranke off all, ne let one drop be spilld;
Since when, his braine that had before been drie,
Became the well-spring of all Poetrie.
3.
_Homer_ doth tell in his aboundant verse,
The long laborious trauailes of the _Man_;
And of his lady too he doth reherse,
How shee illudes with all the art she can,
Th' vngratefull loue which other lords began;
For of her lord, false Fame long since had sworn,
That _Neptune's_ monsters had his carkase torne.
4.
All this he tells, but one thing he forgot,
One thing most worthy his eternall song;
But he was old, and blind, and saw it not,
Or else he thought he should _Ulisses_ wrong,
To mingle it his tragike acts among;
Yet was there not in all the world of things,
A sweeter burden for his Muse's wings.
5.
The courtly loue _Antinous_ did make:
_Antinous_ that fresh and iolly knight,
Which of the gallants that did vndertake
To win the widdow, had most wealth and might,
Wit to perswade, and beautie to delight:
The courtly loue he made vnto the Queene,
_Homer_ forgot, as if it had not beene.
6.
Sing then _Terpischore_, my light Muse sing
His gentle art, and _cunning curtesie_;
You lady can remember euery thing,
For you are daughter of Queene Memorie;
But sing a plaine and easy melodie:
For the soft meane that warbleth but the ground,
To my rude eare doth yeeld the sweetest sound.
7.
One onely night's discourse I can report,
When the great Torch-bearer of Heauen was gone
Downe in a maske vnto the Ocean's Court,
To reuell it with Thetis[184] all alone;
Antinous disguisèd and vnknowne,
Like to the Spring in gaudie ornament,
Vnto the Castle of the Princesse went.
8.
The soueraine Castle of the rockie Ile,
Wherein _Penelope_ the Princesse lay;
Shone with a thousand lamps, which did exile
The shadowes darke,[185] and turn'd the night to day;
Not _Ioue's_ blew tent, what time the sunny ray
Behind the Bulwarke of the Earth retires,
Is seene to sparkle with more twinckling fires.
[Footnote 184: Misprinted 'Tethis.' G.]
[Footnote 185: In 1st edition 'dim darke shades.' G.]
9.
That night the Queen came forth from far within,
And in the presence of her Court was seene;
For the sweet singer _Ph[oe]mius_[186] did begin
To praise the worthies that at _Troy_ had beene;
Somewhat of her _Ulisses_ she did weene.
In his graue hymne the heau'nly man would sing,
Or of his warres, or of his wandering.
10.
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