In all our Britanny There's not a fairer, Nor can you fit any, Should you compare her. Angels her eyelids keep, All hearts surprising; DRAYTON'S POEMS. Which look whilst she doth sleep Like the Sun's rising: She alone of her kind Knoweth true measure, cho. On thy bank, Let thy swans sing her, Along let them bring her. Tow'rds the full fountains, And the Peak mountains; Nor would she none should dream Where she abideth, Humble as is the stream, Which by her slideth. cho. On thy bank, In a rank, Let thy swans sing her, And with their music Along let them bring her. Yet my poor rustic Muse, Nothing can move her, Nor the means I can use, Though her true lover: Many a long winter's night Have I wak'd for her, Yet this my piteous plight Nothing can stir her. All thy sands, silver Trent, Down to the Humber, The sighs that I have spent Never can number. cho. On thy bank, In a rank, Let thy swans sing her, Along let them bring her. "Is this time for mirth, "(quoth he) When one swain among the rest Thus him merrily bespake: "Get thee up, thou arrant beast, We our sheep-walks sold for naught. Best of all the western breed, Which though whelps shall lug their hogs, THE POLY-OLBION, PREFACE. TO THE GENERAL READER, [WHEN MR. DRAYTON PUBLISHED EIGHTEEN SONGS ONLY OF THIS POEM.] Is publishing this my poem, there is this great disadvantage against me, that it cometh out at this time, when verses are wholly deduced to chambers, and nothing esteemed in this lunatic age, but what is kept in cabinets, and must only pass by transcription. In such a season, when the idle humourous world must bear of nothing that either savours of antiquity, or may awake it to seek after more than dull and slothful ignorance may easily reach unto: these, I say, make much against me; and especially in a poem, from any example, either of ancient, or modern, that have proved in this kind: whose unusual tract may perhaps seem difficult to the female sex; yea, and I fear, to some that think themselves not meanly learned, being not rightly inspired by the Muses: such I mean, as had rather read the fantasies of foreign inventions, than to see the rarities and history of their own country delivered by a true native muse. Then, whosoever thou be, possessed with such stupidity and dulness, that, rather than thon wilt take pains to scarch into ancient and noble things, choosest to remain in the thick fogs and mists of ignorance, as near the common laystall of a city; refusing to walk forth into the Tempe and fields of the Muses; where, through most delightful groves, the angelic harmony of birds shall steal thee to the top of an easy hill, where in artificial caves, cut out of the most natural rock, thou shalt see the ancient people of this isle delivered thee in their lively images; from whose height thou may'st behold both the old and later times, as in thy prospect, lying far under thee; then conveying thee down by a soul-pleasing descent through delicate embroidered meadows, often veined with gentle-gliding brooks; in which thou may'st fully view the dainty nymphs in their simple naked beauties, bathing them in crystalline streams; which shall lead thee to most pleasant downs, where harmless shepherds are, some exercising their pipes, some singing roundelays to their gazing flocks. If, as I say, thou hadst rather (because it asks thy labour) remain where thou wert, than strain thyself to walk forth with the Muses, the fault proceeds from thy idleness, not from any want in my industry. And to any that shall demand wherefore, having promised this poem of the general island so inany years, I now publish only this part of it; I plainly answer, that many times I had determined with myself to have left it off, and have neglected my papers sometimes two years together, finding the times since his majesty's happy coming in, to fall so heavily upon my distressed fortunes, after my zealous soul had laboured so long in that, which, with the general happiness of the kingdom, seemed not then impossible somewhat also to have advanced me. But I instantly saw all my long-nourished hopes even buried alive before my face: so uncertain in this world be the ends of our clearest endeavours! And whatever is herein that tastes of a free spirit, I thankfully confess to proceed from the continual bounty of my truly noble friend sir Walter Aston; which hath given me the best of those hours, whose leisure hath effected this which I now publish. Sundry other songs I have also, though yet not so perfect that I dare commit them to public censure; and the rest I determine to go forward with, God enabling me, may I find means to assist my endeavour. Now, reader, for the farther understanding of my poem, thou hast two especial helps: First, the argument, to direct thee still where thou art, and through what shires the Muse makes her journey, and what she chiefly handles in the song thereto belonging. Next, hast thou the illustration of this learned gentleman, my friend, to explain every hard matter of history, that, lying far from the way of common reading, may (without question) seem difficult unto thee. Thus wishing thee thy heart's desire, and committing my poem to thy charitable censure, I take my leave. Thine, as thou art mine, MICHAEL DRAYTON. TO MY FRIENDS THE CAMBRO-BRITONS. To have you without difficulty understand, how in this my intended progress through these united kingdoms of Great Britain, I have placed your (and, I must confess, my) loved Wales, you shalf perceive, that after the three first songs beginning with our French islands, Guernsey and Jersey, with the rest; and perfecting in those first three the survey of these six our most western counties, Cornwal, Devon, Dorset, Hants, Wilts, and Somerset; I then make over Severn into Wales, not far from the midst of her broad-side that lieth against England. I term it her broadside, because it lieth from Shrewsbury still along with Severn, till she lastly turn sea. And to explain two lines of mine (which you shall find in the fourth song of my poem, but it is the first of Wales) which are these: And ere seven books have end, I'll strike so high a string, [I sing. Thy bards shall stand amaz'd with wonder whilst Speaking of seven books, you shall understand that I continue Wales through so many; beginning in the fourth song (where the nymphs of England and Wales contend for the isle of Lundy) and ending in the tenth; striving, as my muchloved the learned Humphry Floyd, in his description of Cambria to Abraham Ortelius, to uphold her ancient bounds, Severn and Dee, and therefore have included the parts of those three English shires of Gloucester, Worcester, and Salop, that lie on the west of Severn, within their ancient mother Wales in which if I have not done her right, the want is in my ability, not in my love. And beside my natural inclination to love antiquity (which Wales may highly boast of) I confess, the free and gentle company of that true lover of his country, (as of all ancient and noble things) Mr. John Williams, his majesty's goldsmith, my dear and worthy friend, hath made me the more seek into the antiquities of your country. Thus wishing your favourable construction of these my faithful endeavours, I bid you farewel. : MICHAEL DRAYTON. FROM THE AUTHOR OF THE ILLUSTRATIONS. PERMIT me thus much of these notes to my friend. What the verse oft, with allusion, as supposing a full knowing reader, lets slip; or in winding steps of personating fictions as sometimes) so infolds, that sudden conceit cannot abstract a form of the clothed truth, I have, as I might, illustrated. Brevity and plainness (as the one endured the other) I have joined, purposely avoiding frequent commixture of different language; and whensoever it happens, either the page or margin (especially for gentlewomen's sake) summarily interprets it, except where interpretation aids not. Being not very prodigal of my historical faith, after explanation, Toft adventure on examination and censure. The author, in passages of first inhabitants' name, state, and monarchic succession in this isle, follows Geffrey ap Arthur, Polychronicon, Matthew of Westminster, and such more. Of their traditions, for that one so much controverted, and by Cambro-Britons still maintained, touching the Trojan Brute, I have (but as an advocate for the Muse) argued; disclaiming it, if alledged for my own opinion. In most of the rest, upon weighing the reporters' credit, comparison with more persuading authority, and synchrosism (the best touch-stone in this kind of trial) I leave note of suspicion, or add conjectural DRAYTON'S POEMS. amendment: as for particular examples, among other, in Brennus mistook by all writers of later time, following Justin's epitome of Trogus ill conceived; in Robert of Swapham's story of king Wulpher's murdering his children, in Rollo, first duke of Normandy, his time; none of them yet rectified (although the first hath been adventured on) by any that I have seen; and such more. And indeed my jealousy hath oft vext me with part cular inquisition of whatsoever occurs, bearing not a mark of most apparent truth, ever since I found so intolerable antichronismis, incredible reports, and bardish impostures, as well from ignorance as assumed liberty of invention in some of our ancients; and read also such palpable falsities of our nation, thrust into the world by later time. As (to give a taste) that of Randall Higden, affirming the beginning of wards in 6 Henry III. Polydore's assertion (upon mistaking of the statute of 1 Henry VII.) that it was death by the English laws for any man to wear a vizard; with many like errours in his history, of our trials by twelve, sheriffs, coat of the kingdom, parliaments, and other like; Bartol's delivering the custom in this isle to be, quod primogenitus succedit in omnibus bonis 1. las his slanderous description of our usual forin of kind entertainment, to begin with the wives' courteous admission to that most affected pleasure of lascivious fancy (he was deceived by misunderstanding the reports of our kissing salutations 2, given and accepted amongst us with more free veries. falsely under name of Cornelius Nepos) singeth: as our excellent wit, Joseph of Excester (published narrations of persons and places in his Rowland's which are even equally warrantable, as Ariosto's Spenser's elfin story, or Rablais's strange discoYet the capricious faction will (I know) never quit their belief of wrong; although some inquired after. Briefly, until Polybius, who wrote Elias or Delian diver should make open what is so counterfeited in title) no Greek mentions the isle; near 1800 since (for Aristotle sgì Kóreu is clearly until Lucretius (some hundred years later) no Roman hath expressed a thought of us; until Casar's commentaries, no piece of its description time therefore preceding Casar, I dare trust none; was known, that is now left to posterity. For but with others adhere to conjecture. In ancient matter since, I rely on Tacitus and Dio especially, Vopiscus, Capitolin, Spartian (for so much as they have, and the rest of the Augustan story) afterward Gildas, Nennius, (but little is left of them, and that of the last very imperfect) Bede, Asserio, Ethelwerd (near of blood to king Alfred) William of Malinsbury, Marian, Florence of Worcester (that published under name of Florence The Greek Chalcondy-bath the very syllables of most part of Marian, the Scot's story, fraught with English antiquities which will show you how easily to answer Bu chanan's objection against our historians about Athelstan's being king of all Albion, being deceived when he imagined that there was no other of Marian but the common printed chronicle, which is indeed but an epitome or defloration made by Robert of Lorraine, bishop of Hereford, under Henry I.) and the numerous rest of our monkish and succeeding chronographers. In all, I believe him most, which, freest from affection dom than in any part of the southern world, erroneously thinking, perhaps, that every kiss must be thought seconded with that addition to the seven promised by Mercury in name of Venus to him that should find Psyche; or as wanton as Aristophanes his Maydaro:) and many untruths and hate (causes of corruption) might best know, of like nature in others. Concerning the Arcadian and hath with most likely assertion delivered his deduction of our British monarchy; within that report. Yet so, that, to explain the author, carrying time, from Brute, supposed about 2850 of the himself in this part an historical, as in the other world (Samuel then judge of Israel) unto soine fifty-four before Christ, (about when Julius Cæsar visited the island) no relation was extant, which How then are they, which is now left to our use. a chorographical poet, I insert oft, out of the British story, what I importune you not to credit. Of that kind are those prophecies out of Merlin sometime interwoven: I discharge myself; nor pretend chronologies of that age without any frag-impute you to me any serious respect of them. ment of anthors before Gildas, Taliessin, and Nen inviting, not wresting in occasion, I add somenius (the eldest of which was since 500 of Christ) time what is different from my task, but such as I to be credited? For my part, I believe as much in guess would any where please an understanding them as I do the finding of Hiero's ship-mast in reader. To aid you in course of times, I have our mountains 3, which is collected upon a corin fit places drawn chronologies upon credit of the rupted place in Athenæus, cited out of Moschion; ancients; and, for matter of that kind, have ador that Ptolemy Philadelph sent to Reutha, king monished (to the fourth canto) what as yet I of Scots, some 1900 years since, for discovery of never saw by any observed, for wary considerathis country, which Claude Ptolemy afterward put tion of the Dionysian cycle, and misinterpreted in his geography: or that Julius Cæsar built root of his dominical year. Those old rhymes, Arthurs-hoffen in Stirling sheriffdom: or that Bri- which (some number) you often meet with, are of tons were at the rape of Hesione with Hercules, ered the willinger, both for variety of your mother tongue, as also because the author of them (Robert of Gloucester) never yet appeared in common He was, in time, an age before; but, in learning and wit, as most others, much behind our worthy Chaucer: whose name by the way occurring, and my work here being but to add plain song after Muses discanting, I cannot but digress to admonition of abuse, which this learned allusion in his Troilus, by ignorance hath endured: 1 Ad C. de summ. Trinit. 1. 1. num. 42. 2 Unum blandientis, ad pulsum linguæ longè mel-light. litum. Apuleius de Aur. Asin. 6. And you may remember (as like enough he did) that in Plautus Curcul. Qui vult cubare pangit saltem suavium; and such more in other wanton poets, with the opinion of Baldus, that a kiss in those southern nations, is sufficient consent to imperfect espousals, nothing of that kind but copulation, with us and our neighbouring Dutch being so. 3 Ἐν τοῖς ὅρεσι τῆς Βρετανίας, ἀντὶ τοῦ Βρεστιανῆς, quæ nempe verior videtur lectio. I am till God me better mind send, * Chaucer explained. It is not Necham, or any else, that can make me the Muses deadly hate me, when, in permitting Τιμᾶ ἀνὴρ ̓Αγαθός, my instructing friend Mr. Cainden Clarencieux. From him and Girald of Cambria also comes most of my British; and then may Mercury and all Epocha Seleucidarum. "Christman. Commentar. in Alfragan. c. 11. Lysimachi Cornuum apud Col. Rhodigin. Antiq. lect. 20. c. 12. hic genuina interpretatio. 'Of whom even every ingenious stranger makes honourable mention. Comitem verò illum Palatinum R. Vitum Basingstochium (Cujus historiæ magnam partem quasi Bigyai Couros chorographica substructio pleraq; ad antiquitatis amussin, ab eruditissimo hoc suo populari accepta, ne dicam suppilata, est) adeò inhumanum fuisse miror, ut benè merentem non tam libenter agnoscat, quàm clariss. viri syllabis et inventis codicem suum sæpius perquam ingratè suffarcinet. Atque id ferè genus plagiarios, rudes omninò, et 'Amourous, et vernaculos nimirum nostrates jam nunc imponere sarcinam video indignanter & ringor. Sunt quibus in verbis videorq; obscurior, hoc est, -Ει δέ γε πάμπαν Νῆς ἔφος Μουσέων, ῥίφον ἢ μὴ νοέεις 10. Quàm nihil ad genium, Papiniane, tuum! Cornua quod vincatque tubas I regard as metamorphosed Lucius's looking out | Wise genius, by thy help that so I may descry at window; I slight, scorn, and laugh at it. By sections [§] in the verses you know what I meddle How thy fair mountains stand, and how thy vallies lie; with in the illustrations; but so, that with latitude, the direction admonishes sometimes as well [ing's pride, for explaining a following or preceding passage, as its own. Ingenuous readers, to you I wish your best desires; to the author I wish, (as an old cosmographical poet did long since to himself) *Αλλὰ σοι ὕμνων Αὐτων ἐκ μακάρων ἀντάξιος ἔτη ἀμοιβή 1. From those clear pearly cliffs which see the morn- Where Titan still unyokes his fiery-hoofed team, [seas) To gentlewomen and their loves is consecrated all My verse with wings of skill may fly a lofty gait, Through the Hibernic gulf (those rough Vergivian the wooing language, allusions to love passions,§. As Amphitrite clips this island fortunate, and sweet enbracements feigned by the Muse Till thro' the sleepy main to Thuly I have gone, amongst hills and rivers. Whatsoever tastes of And seen the frozen isles, the cold Deucalidon*, description, battle, story, abstruse antiquity, and§. Amongst whose iron rocks grim Saturn yet re(which my particular study caused me sometime remember) law of the kingdom, to the more mains, [chains. severe reader. To the one, be contenting enjoy-. Bound in those gloomy caves with adamantine ments of their auspicious desires; to the other, Ye sacred bards", that to your harps' melodious happy attendance of their chosen Muses. strings Sung th' ancient heroes' deeds (the monuments of [kings) And in your dreadful verse engrav'd the prophecies, The aged world's descents and genealogies; If, as those Druids taught, which kept the British rites, And dwelt in darksome groves, there counselling [with sprites (But their opinions fail'd, by errour led awry, As since clear truth hath show'd to their posterity) When these our souls by death our bodies do for From the Inner Temple,hn Seiden. May 9, 1612. 11 That the godlike sort of men may worthily guerdon his labours. POLY-OLBION, THE FIRST SONG, THE ARGUMENT. The sprightly Muse her wing displays, Our Brute, and sings his first arrive: OF Albion's glorious isle the wonders whilst I The sundry varying soils, the pleasures infinite, wrong, The summer not too short, the winter not too long) Whilst yet the world did swarm with her gigantic sake, 6 §. They instantly again do other bodies take; she hung To give my verse applause to time's eternal rest. wars, crown'd With rough-embattled rocks, whsse venom-hating Thou Ligon her belov'd, and Serk, that doth attend feed: [see Ye seven small sister isles, and Sorlings, which to The half-sunk seaman joys; or whatsoe'er you be, From fruitful Aurney, near the ancient Celtic shore, To Ushant and the Seams, whereas those nuns of S. Gave answers from their caves, and took what yore [shapes they please: Ye happy islands set within the British seas, The western or Spanish ocean. 3 The farthest isle in the British ocean. • Priests of the ancient Britons. 7 The French seas. |