Ariel. Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow. 1611? 1623. FULL FATHOM FIVE THY FATHER LIES Ariel. Full fathom five thy father lies; Burthen. Of his bones are coral made; Into something rich and strange. Ding-dong. Ariel. Hark! now I hear them-Ding-dong bell. 1611? 1623. WHERE THE BEE SUCKS THERE SUCK I Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry; After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. 1611? 1623. GEORGE CHAPMAN FROM THE ILIADS OF HOMER TRANSLATED This said, old Nestor mixt the lots. The foremost lot surveyed Beginning at the right hand first, to all the most renowned. 5 5 None knowing it, every man denied; but when he forth did pass 5 And said: "O friends the lot is mine, which to my soul is sweet; For now I hope my fame shall rise, in noble Hector's fall. For I will well prove that my birth and breed, in Salamine, their eyne: "O Jove, that Ida dost protect, most happy, most divine, Send victory to Ajax' side; fame; grace his goodly limb; Or, if thy love bless Hector's life and thou hast care of him, Bestow on both like power, like fame." This said, in bright arms shone The good strong Ajax; who, when all his war attire was on, Marched like the hugely-figured Mars, when angry Jupiter With strength, on people proud of strength, sends him forth to infer Wreakful contention, and comes on with presence full of fear. So th' Achive rampire, Telamon, did twixt the hosts appear; Smiled, yet of terrible aspect; on earth, with ample pace, ΙΟ 15 20 25 He boldly stalked, and shook aloft his dart with deadly grace. 30 It did the Grecians good to see; but heartquakes shook the joints Of all the Trojans. Hector's self felt thoughts, with horrid points, Tempt his bold bosom; but he now must make no counterflight, Nor, with his honour, now refuse, that had provoked the fight. Ajax came near; and like a tower his shield his bosom barred: 35 The right side brass, and seven ox-hides within it quilted hard; Old Tychius, the best currier that did in Hyla dwell, Did frame it for exceeding proof, and wrought it wondrous well. With this stood he to Hector close, and with this brave began: 45 50 All thy bold challenge can import. Begin, then; words are vain." Near to the upper skirt of brass, which was the eighth it held; Six folds th' untamèd dart strook through, and in the seventh tough hide The point was checked. Then Ajax threw his angry lance did glide Quite through his bright orbicular targe, his curace, shirt of mail, And did his manly stomach's mouth with dangerous taint assail; Again Priamides did wound in midst his shield of brass, 65 70 And hurt his neck; out gushed the blood. Yet Hector ceased not so, But in his strong hand took a flint, as he did backwards go, Black, sharp, and big, laid in the field; the sevenfold targe it smit Full on the boss, and round about the brass did ring with it. him straight. Then had they laid on wounds with swords, in use of closer fight, Unless the heralds, messengers of gods and godlike men, skies Doth love you both; both soldiers are, all witness with good right. But now Night lays her mace on earth; 't is good t' obey the Night." "Idaeus," Telamon replied, "to Hector speak, not me; 75 80 85 .90 He that called all our Achive peers to station-fight, 't was he. Thou art most excellent of Greece, now let us fight forbear. night, and we. Go thou and comfort all thy fleet, all friends and men of thine; quarrel ends: Those that, encount'ring, were such foes are now, being separate, friends.'" 95 100 He gave a sword, whose handle was with silver studs through 1598. THOMAS CAMPION FOLLOW THY FAIR SUN, UNHAPPY SHADOW Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow; And she made all of light, Yet follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow. Follow her whose light thy light depriveth; Though here thou livest disgraced, Yet follow her whose light the world reviveth. Follow those pure beams whose beauty burneth, As thou still black must be Till her kind beams thy black to brightness turneth. Follow her, while yet her glory shineth: There comes a luckless night, That will dim all her light; 15 And this the black unhappy shade divineth. Follow still, since so thy fates ordained: The sun must have his shade, Till both at once do fade; The sun still proved, the shadow still disdainèd. 20 1601. MY SWEETEST LESBIA, LET US LIVE AND LOVE My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love; And though the sager sort our deeds reprove, Let us not weigh them. Heaven's great lamps do dive |