Epitaphes, epigrams, songs and sonets with a discourse of the friendly affections of Tymetes to Pyndara his ladie. Newly corrected with additions, and set out by George Turbervile Gentleman.

In prayse of the Renowmed Ladie Anne, Ladie Cown∣tesse Warwicke.

WHen Nature first in hande did take The Clay to frame this Cowntesse corse The Earth a while shée did forsake, And was compelde of verie force With mowlde in hande to flée to Skies, To ende the worke shée did deuies. The Gods that tho in counsell sate, Were halfe amazde (against their kinde) To see so néere the stoole of state Dame Nature stande, that was assignde Among hir worldly Impes to wonne, As shee vntill that day had donne. First Ioue began: what (Daughter déere) Hath made thee scorne thy Fathers will? Why doe I see thée (Nature) héere, That oughtst of dutie to fulfill Thy vnder taken charge at home: What makes thée thus abroade to rome? Disdainefull Dame, how didst thou dare So retchlesse to depart the grownde, That is alotted to thy share? (And therewithall his Godhead frownde.) I will (quoth Nature) out of hande Declare the cause I fled the lande.

I vndertooke of late a péece Of Claye a featurde face to frame, To match the courtly Dames of Gréece That for their beautie beare the name: But (Oh good Father) now I soe This worke of mine it will not bée. Vicegerent since you mée assignde Belowe in Earth, and gaue mée lawes On mortall Wightes, and willde that Kinde Should make and marre, as shee sawe cause: Of right (I think) I may appeale And craue your helpe in this to deale. When Ioue sawe how the case did stande And that the worke was well begonne, Hée prayde to haue the helping hande Of other Gods till hée had donne: With willing mindes they all agréede And set vpon the Clay with spéede. First Ioue eche limme doth well dispose And makes a Creature of the Clay: Next Ladie Venus she bestowes Hir gallant gifts as best shée may, From face to foote, from top to toe Shée let no wait vntoucht to goe. When Venus had donne what she coulde In making of hir (carcas) braue Then Pallas thought shée might be bolde Among the reast a share to haue,

A passing wyt shée did conuaye Into this passing peece of claye. Of Bacchus shee no member had Saue fingars fine and feate to see, Hir head with Heare Apollo clad That Gods had thought it golde to bée: So glistring was the tresse in sight Of this newe formde and featurde Wight. Diana helde hir peace a space Vntill those other Gods had donne: At last (quoth shée) in Dians chase Wyth Bowe in hande this Nymph shall ronne, And chiefe of all my Noble traine I will this Virgin entertaine. Then ioyfull Iuno came and sayde Since you to hir so friendly are, I doe appoint this Noble Mayde To match with Mars his péere for warre: She shall the Cowntesse Warwick bée, And yéelde Dianas Bowe to mée. When to so good effect it came And euery member had hys grace, There wanted nothing but a name: By hap was Mercurie then in place, That sayde: pray you all agrée Pandora graunt hir name to bée. For since your Godheads forged haue With one assent this Noble Dame,

And eche to hir a vertue gaue, This terme agréeth to the same: The Gods that heard Mercurius tell This tale, did lyke it passing well. Report was sommonde then in hast And willde to bring his Trumpe in hande To blowe therewith a sownding blast That might be heard through Brutus lande: Pandora streight the Trumpet blewe That eche this Cowntesse Warwicke knewe. O sielie Nature borne to paine, O wofull wretched kinde (I say) That to forsake the soyle were faine To make this Cowntesse out of Claye: But oh most friendly Gods that woulde Vouchsafe to set your handes to mowlde.