LINES ADDRESSED TO THOMAS WATSON, Prefixed to the Eкатоμжαliα, or Passionate Centurie of Love.* Ir graver heads shall count it overlight To treat of love, say thou to them, a stain And yet no stain at all it is for thee, * The EKATOMIAOIA or Passionate Centurie of Love, divided into two parts: whereof, the first expresseth the Authour's sufferance in Love: the latter, his long farewell to love and all his tyrannie. Composed by Thomas Watson, Gentleman; and published at the request of certeine Gentlemen his very frendes. London, Imprinted by John Wolfe for Gabriell Cawood dwellinge in Paules Churchyard at the signe of the Holy Ghost. 4to. n. d. See more concerning Watson in my account of Peele and his writings, and at p. 222. of this vol. tthy sad Antigone] Sophoclis Antigone. Interprete Thoma Watsono J. U. studioso. Huic adduntur pompæ quædam, ex singulis Tragedia actis derivata; et post eas, totidem themata sententiis refertissima; eodem Thoma Watsono Authore. Londini excudebat Johannes Wolfius, 1581. 4to. Which may bear out a broader work than this, THE PRAISE OF CHASTITY, WHEREIN IS SET FORTH, BY WAY OF COMPARISON, HOW GREAT IS THE CONQUEST OVER OUR AFFECTIONS. From the Phonix Nest, 1593. THE noble Romans whilom wonted were, And so, in robes of gold and purple dight, The valiant Greeks for sack of Priam's town, The Phrygian knights that in the house of fame Thus strength hath guerdon, by the world's award; Press then for praise unto the highest, room, Than Sol himself amid the planets seven ; Queen of content, and temperate desires, Champion at arms, re'ncounter with thy foe, For puissant strength: ye Roman peers, retire, won With chaste rebukes to temper thy desire, Than glory gain'd the world to overrun; Than fierce Achilles got by Hector's spoil; And wish'd more worlds to hold him play than one. Believe me, to contend 'gainst armies royal, To tame wild panthers but by strength of hand, To praise the triumph, not so special, As ticing pleasure's charmes for to withstand. And, for me list compare with men of war, As Phoebus' chariot Vulcan's forge doth stain. Both noble, and triumphant in their kinds, And matter worthy queen Remembrance' pen; But that that tangles both our thoughts and minds, To master that, is more than over men To make thy triumph: sith, to strength alone Or those whom Jove hath lov'd; or noble of birth : So strong Alcides, Jove's unconquer'd son, Did lift Achelous' body from the earth, To shew what deeds by Virtue's strength are done: |