4438284The Crowne of All Homers Workes — Cvma Refvsing His Offer T'eternise Their State, Thovgh Brovght Thither by the MusesGeorge ChapmanHomer
CVMA
REFVSING HIS OFFER
T'ETERNISE THEIR STATE, THOVGH BROVGHT THITHER
by the Muses.
to what Fate, hath father Ioue given O'reMy friendles life; borne euer to be Pore?While in my Infant state, he pleas'd to saue Mee;Milke, on my reuerend Mothers knees, he gaue Me;In delicate, and curious Nurserie.Æolian Smyrna, seated neare the Sea;(Of glorious Empire; and whose bright sidesSacred Meletus siluer Current glides)Being natiue Seate to me. Which (in the force,Of farr-past Time) the Breakers of wilde Horse;(Phriconias Noble Nation) girt with Towres:Whose Youth in fight, put on with fiery Powres.From hence, (the Muse-maids, Ioues illustrous seedeImpelling me) I made impetuous speede;And went with them to Cuma; with IntentT'Eternise all the sacred ContinentAnd State of Cuma. They (in proud AscentFrom off their Bench) refus'd with usage fierceThe sacred voice which I auerre, is Verse.Their follies yet, and madnesse borne by MeShall by some Powre, be thought on futurely;To wreake of him whoeuer, whose tongue soughtWith false empaire, my fall. What fate, God broughtUpon my Birth, Iile beare with any paine;But vndeseru'd Defame; unfelt, sustaine.Nor feeles my Person (deare to me, though Pore)Any great lust, to linger, any moreIn Cuma's holy Highwaies: but my Minde(No thought empaird, for cares of any kindeBorne in my body) rather vowes to trieThe Influence of any other skie,And spirits of People; bredd in any Land,Of ne're so slender, and obscure Command.
to what Fate, hath father Ioue given O'reMy friendles life; borne euer to be Pore?While in my Infant state, he pleas'd to saue Mee;Milke, on my reuerend Mothers knees, he gaue Me;In delicate, and curious Nurserie.Æolian Smyrna, seated neare the Sea;(Of glorious Empire; and whose bright sidesSacred Meletus siluer Current glides)Being natiue Seate to me. Which (in the force,Of farr-past Time) the Breakers of wilde Horse;(Phriconias Noble Nation) girt with Towres:Whose Youth in fight, put on with fiery Powres.From hence, (the Muse-maids, Ioues illustrous seede Impelling me) I made impetuous speede;And went with them to Cuma; with IntentT'Eternise all the sacred ContinentAnd State of Cuma. They (in proud AscentFrom off their Bench) refus'd with usage fierceThe sacred voice which I auerre, is Verse.Their follies yet, and madnesse borne by MeShall by some Powre, be thought on futurely;To wreake of him whoeuer, whose tongue soughtWith false empaire, my fall. What fate, God broughtUpon my Birth, Iile beare with any paine;But vndeseru'd Defame; unfelt, sustaine.Nor feeles my Person (deare to me, though Pore)Any great lust, to linger, any moreIn Cuma's holy Highwaies: but my Minde(No thought empaird, for cares of any kindeBorne in my body) rather vowes to trieThe Influence of any other skie,And spirits of People; bredd in any Land,Of ne're so slender, and obscure Command._-_fleuron_type_4.png)
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to what Fate, hath father Ioue given O'reMy friendles life; borne euer to be Pore?While in my Infant state, he pleas'd to saue Mee;Milke, on my reuerend Mothers knees, he gaue Me;In delicate, and curious Nurserie.Æolian Smyrna, seated neare the Sea;(Of glorious Empire; and whose bright sidesSacred Meletus siluer Current glides)Being natiue Seate to me. Which (in the force,Of farr-past Time) the Breakers of wilde Horse;(Phriconias Noble Nation) girt with Towres:Whose Youth in fight, put on with fiery Powres.From hence, (the Muse-maids, Ioues illustrous seede Impelling me) I made impetuous speede;And went with them to Cuma; with IntentT'Eternise all the sacred ContinentAnd State of Cuma. They (in proud AscentFrom off their Bench) refus'd with usage fierceThe sacred voice which I auerre, is Verse.Their follies yet, and madnesse borne by MeShall by some Powre, be thought on futurely;To wreake of him whoeuer, whose tongue soughtWith false empaire, my fall. What fate, God broughtUpon my Birth, Iile beare with any paine;But vndeseru'd Defame; unfelt, sustaine.Nor feeles my Person (deare to me, though Pore)Any great lust, to linger, any moreIn Cuma's holy Highwaies: but my Minde(No thought empaird, for cares of any kindeBorne in my body) rather vowes to trieThe Influence of any other skie,And spirits of People; bredd in any Land,Of ne're so slender, and obscure Command.