GEORGE PUTTENHAM

252        [from Partheniades]

                              Partheniad 11 Urania

O mightye Muse

The mignionst mayde of mounte Parnasse

Ever verdurde with flowre and grasse

Of sundrye hews

5                Saye and not misse

How longe agone and whence yt was

The fayre rounde worlde first came to passe,

As yt now ys.

  There be that saye

10              How yt was never otherwise,

Then as wee see it with our eyes,

This very daye,

There bee agayne

A secte of men somewhat precise

15              Beleeve a godd did yt devise

And not in vayne,

  Nor longe agone

Onely to serve Adams linage

Some little while as for a stage

20              To playe upon

And by despighte

One daye agayne will in his rage

Crushe it all as a kicson cage

And spill it quite.

25              Some weene it must

Come by recourse of prety moates

Farr finer then the smallest groates

Of sand or dust

That swarme in sonne

30              Clinginge as faste as little clotes

Or burres uppon younge childrens cotes

That slise and runne.

  Other suppose

A voũς approcht and by reason

35              Broughte it to shape and to season

From a Chaos

But some tech us

By playne proofes, whye yt were begone

Nor never more shalbe undone

40             But byde even thus,

  Whoorlinge his whott

And endlesse roundell with a throwe

Swifter then shaft out of a bowe

Or cannon shott

45              O bootlesse carke

Of mortall men searchinge to knowe

Or this or that since he must rowe

The dolefull barke,

  Which Charon guydes,

50             Fraught ful of shadows colde and starke

That ferrye to the coontryes darke

Tendinge theyr tydes

Since stoute nor stronge

Metall nor moulde of worldlye warke

55              Nor writt of any cunninge clarke

Can last soe longe,

  To outlast the skye

Honour empire nor erthly name

Save my princesse most woorthye fame

60              Which cannot dye.