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Thus whilest he laid his head vpon her lap, She in a fiery mantle doth him wrap: And carries him vp from his lumpish mould, Into the skies whereas he might behold Th'earth in perfect roundnesse of a ball, Exceeding globes most artificiall. Which in a fixed point nature disposed,
And with the sundry elements inclosed. Which as the Center, permanent doth stay, When as the skies in their diurnall sway: Strongly maintaine the euerturning course, Forced alone by their first mouers source. Where he beholds the aiery regions, Whereas the clouds and strange impressions Maintaind by coldnesse often do appeare: And by the highest region of the aire Vnto the clearest element of fire, Which to her siluer footstoole doth appeere. M. Drayton.
The Moone is darkned to all creatures eies, Whilest in the shadow of the earth she lies: For that the earth of nature cold and drie, A very Chaos of obscuritie: Whose globe exceeds her compasse by degrees, Fixed vpon her superficies. When in his shadow she doth hap to fall, Doth cause her darknes to be generall. Idem.
—Earth Beares all her sonnes and daughters in one wombe, She Europes, Ameriques, Affriques, Asians toombe. Idem.
—Earth cannot comprehend The secret depths of iudgements all diuine, Where is no ground beginning, midst nor fine. I. Syluester. Transl.
O trustlesse state of earthly things, and slipper hope Of mortall men, that swinke and worke for nought:
And shooting wide, doth misse the marked scope. Now haue I turnd (a lesson dearly bought) That nis on earth assurance to be sought. Ed. Spencer.
A narrow roome our glory vaine vnties, A little circle doth our pride containe: Earth like an Ile amid the water lies, Which sea sometime is cald, sometime the maine. Yet nought therein resounds a name so great, It's but a lake, a pond, a marish street. Ed. Fairfax. Transl.
Our mother earth nere glories in her frute, Till by the sunne clad in her tinsell sute: Nor doth she euer stare him in the face, Till in her glorious armes she him imbrace. Which proues she hath a soule, sence, and delight, Of generation, feeling, appetite. M. Drayton.
To know our selues to come of humane birth, These sad afflictions crosse vs here on earth. A taske imposde by heauens eternall lawe, To keepe our rude rebellions well in awe. M. Drayton.
Next vnto him, malicious Enuie rode, Vpon a rauenous Wolfe, and still did chawe Betweene his cankred teeth a venomous tode, That all the poyson ranne about his iawe. But inwardly he chawed his owne mawe
At neighbours wealth, that made him euer sad, For death it was when any good he sawe, And wept, that cause of weeping none he had, But when he heard of harme, he waxed wondrous glad. Ed. Spencer.
The other held a snake with venome fraught, On which she fed and gnawed hungerly: As if that long she had not eaten ought, That round about the iawes we might discry The bloody gore, and poyson dropping loathsomly. Her name was Enuie, knowne well thereby, Whose nature is to greeue and grudge at all That she sees done praise worthily: Whose sight to her is greatest crosse may fall, And vexeth so, that makes her eate her gall: For when she wanteth other thing to eate, She feedes on her owne ma•• vnnaturall. And of her owne foule entrailes make her meate, Meate fit for such a monsters monstrous diet. Idem.
I chaunced on a monster of a man, With health heart sicke, sterued with store of foode, With riches poore, with beautie pale and wan, Wretched with happinesse, euil with good. One eye did enuie at the th'other eie: Because the other enuide more then hee, His hands did fight for the first iniurie, So Enuie enuide, enuide to be. And as he went, his tender foote was sore, And enuide at the foote that went before. Th. Bastard.
This monster honors hurt, is like the curre That barkes at strangers comming at the durre. But sparing alwaies those are to her knowne, To them most gentle, to the others throwne. This monster als is like a rauing cloude, Which threatens alwaies kindly Ʋulcan loude To smore and drowne him with her powring raine, Yet force of fire repels his force againe. K. of S.
Oft malice makes the mind to shed the boyled brine, And enuies humor oft vnlades, by conduits of the eine. T. W.
Enuy liues with vs whilst our selues suruiue, But when we die, it is no more aliue. Ch. Fitz Ieffry.
The knottie Oake and wainscot old, Within doth eate the silly worme, Euen so a mind in enuy cold, Alwaies within it selfe doth burne. Idem.
Each sence may common subiects comprehend, Things excellent the sensitiue confound: The eye with light and colours may contend: The care endure the note of common sound Both faile, when glorious beames and strokes abound▪ So Enuy that at meanest things beares spight, Stands mute at view of vnexspected height. Th. Storer.
—Enuy harboureth most in feeblest brest. S. Phil. Sidney.
Fell enuies cloud, still dimmeth vertues ray. Ed. Spencer.
Foule enuie, thou the partiall iudge of right, Sonne of deceit, borne of that harlot hate: Nursed in hell, a vile and vgly sprite, Feeding on slaunder, cherisht with debate, Neuer contented with thine owne estate: Deeming alike, the wicked and the good, Whose words be gall, whose actions end in blood. M. Drayton.
Enuie doth cease, wanting to feede vpon. Idem.
Like as the poyze that would the palme represse Doth cause the bowes spread larger round about: So spite and enuie causeth glory sprout, And aye the more the top is ouertroad, The deeper doth the same roote spread abroad. M. of M.
Sicilian Tyrants yet did neuer finde Then Enuie, greater torment of the minde. Idem.
Our dayes are stampt in Enuies mint, And this our age cast in the Iron mold, Our hearts are hew'd out of Cancasean flint, And two leau'd plates of brasse our brest enfold, Hate waxeth yoong, the world thus waxing old, And best we like them, that do vs loue the least, And least we loue them, whom we should like best. Ch. Fitz Geffrey.