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Nemo Hercule nemo,

Quis leget hæc?
Vel duo vel nemo: Persius.

London printed by B. A. and T. F. and are to be sold by R.
Horseman at his shop in the Strand neare unto Yorke House.
1639. sm. 8vo, pp. 60.

The present edition is without Chapman's name, and commences at once, without any prefix, with the Argument. "Ovid's Banquet of Sence," extends to the forty-fourth page; then "Ovid's Coronet for his Mistresse Philosophie," six pages; and the volume concludes with "Ovid's Amorous Zodiacke," in thirty six-line stanzas, eight pages. This edition is without the dedicatory Epistle to Matthew Roydon and the commendatory verses, and does not contain "The amorous contention of Phillis and Flora,” which was in the first one of 1595. It is very incorrectly printed, on coarse paper, and inferior in value to the first.

Skegg's sale, No. 309, 17. 108.; Jolley's ditto, pt. ii. No. 668, 17. 158. Collation: Title A 2; Sig. A to D 8, in eights; the last leaf blank. The present copy is uncut, and in this state may be termed presque unique.

The Skegg copy. Bound in dark green Morocco.

CHAPMAN, (GEORGE.) - Euthymia Raptus: or The Teares of Peace: With Interlocutions. At London Printed by H. L. for Rich. Bonian and H. Whalley; and are to be solde at the spread-eagle, neere the great North-door at St. Pauls Church. 1609. 4to, pp. 44.

The title is within a neat architectural woodcut compartment, with winged boys at the top, and warlike emblems on the sides. The poem is inscribed "To the high born Prince of Men, Henrie, Thrice-royall Inheritour to the Vnited Kingdoms of Great Brittanne." This is inserted within a narrow border, between a nice woodcut of the prince's arms, and a representation of David with the sling and the stone advancing to Goliath. It commences with an introduction, in which, in a sort of vision, the shade of Homer is introduced, who alludes to Chapman retiring to his native air near Hitchin Hill, in Hertfordshire, to complete his great translation, who inquires:

O that thou (blinde) dost see

My hart and soule; what may I reckon thee?

Whose heauenly look showes not; nor voice sounds man?

To which the shade of Homer replies:


I am (sayd hee) that spirit Elysian,

That (in thy natiue ayre; and on the hill
Next Hitchins left hand) did thy bosome fill

With such a flood of soule; that thou wert faine
(With acclamations of her rapture then)

To vent it, to the Echoes of the vale;

When (meditating of me) a sweet gale

Brought me vpon thee: and thou didst inherit
My true sense (for the time then) in my spirit;
And I, inuisiblie, went prompting thee

To those fayre Greenes, where thou didst english me.
Scarce he had vttered this, when well I knewe
It was my Princes Homer; whose deare viewe
Renew'd my gratefull memorie of the grace
His Highnesse did me for him: which in face
Me thought the Spirit shew'd, was his delight;
And added glory to his heauenly plight:

Who tould me, he brought stay to all my state;
That hee was Angell to me; Starre, and Fate:
Aduancing Colours of good hope to me,
And tould me, my retired age should see
Heauens blessing, in a free, and harmelesse life
Conduct me, through Earths peace-pretending strife
To that true Peace, whose search I still intend,
And to the calme Shore of a loued ende.

Peace is then introduced in the form of

A Lady, like a Deitie indew'd

But weeping like a woman—

bearing vnderneath

Her arme, a Coffin, for some prize of death.

Peace bewails with tears her sorrows on being banished from the society of men, and that "Humane love," banished like herself, was now also dead, who is placed in the coffin borne by Peace, and consigned to the grave. Peace being thus expelled from the earth, and Love driven into the deserts where she suffered death, she and her poor heavenly brood are taken up



into the skies. The induction is followed by an invocation addressed to the "three-times-thrice sacred Quiristers of God's great Temple," in which Chapman again, in highly poetic language, invocates Prince Henry in connection with his Homeric labours:

And thou, great Prince of men: let thy sweete graces
Shine on these teares; and drie, at length, the faces
Of Peace, and all her heauen-allyed brood:
From whose Doues eyes is shed the precious blood
Of Heauens deare Lamb, that freshly bleeds in them.
Make these no toyes then; gird the Diadem

Of thrice great Britaine, with their Palm and Bayes:
And with thy Eagles feathers, daigne to raise

The heauie body of my humble Muse;
That thy great Homers spirit in her may vse
Her topless flight, and beare thy Fame aboue
The reach of mortalls, and their earthy loue;
To that high honour, his Achilles wonne,

And make thy glory farre out-shine the Sunne.

Then follows "The Teares of Peace," in which there are many noble thoughts and convincing truths expressed in a nervous and forcible manner, superior to the poetry in which they are clothed, and inspiring great personal respect for the sage and moral character of the venerable Chapman, which he seems also to have received from many of his contemporaries. At the end of this is the "Conclusio," containing amongst other things a powerful personification of murder, but too long for quotation. At the close of the volume are some verses entitled "Corollarium ad Principem,” wherein we learn that Prince Henry having laid his commands on Chapman to complete his translation of the Iliad, for which purpose, as we already know, he had retired to Hitchin, he thus refers again to the subject, and hopes that he may

Regather the sperst fragments of his spirits

And march with Homer through his deathless merits

to "the Prince's undying graces."

There is a description of the volume by Mr. Park in Restituta, vol. iv. p. 433. See also Bibl. Angl. Poet. No. 902, 3l. 13s. 6d. ; Sir F. Freeling's, No. 866, 17. 12s.; Bright's ditto, No. 1160, water-stained, 17. 178.; Bibl. Heber. pt. iv. No. 335, 37. 118.

Collation: Title A 1;
The Freeling copy.

Sig. A to F 2 inclusive, in fours.
Bound in Calf extra, gilt leaves.

CHAPMAN, (GEORGE.) — An Epicede or Funerall Song: On the Most disastrous Death of the High-borne Prince of Men, Henry, Prince of Wales, &c. With the Funeralls, and Representation of the Herse of the same High and Mighty Prince; Prince of Wales, Duke of Cornewaile and Rothsay, Count Palatine of Chester, Earle of Carick, and late Knight of the most Noble Order of the Garter. Which Noble Prince deceased at St. James, the sixt day of November, 1612, and was most Princely interred the seuenth day of December following, within the Abbey of Westminster, in the Eighteenth yeere of his age. London: Printed by T. S. for Iohn Budge, and are to bee sould at his shop at the great south dore of Paules, and at Brittanes Burse. 1612. 4to, pp. 32.

At the time when so many other poetical pens were springing forth to mourn the melancholy and untimely death of the virtuous and accomplished Prince Henry, an event, than which, with the exception of the early decease of our own amiable Princess Charlotte, none ever created more genuine and deeper feelings of universal regret, it was not to be imagined that the muse of Chapman would remain silent, or refrain from offering his mournful tribute to consecrate the memory of his dear and youthful patron, the encourager of his Homeric labours, and at whose command they were undertaken and completed. Accordingly we have here the fruit of his sorrow in an "Epicede or Funerall Song," penned in sincerity of feeling, with deep pathos and genuine poesy. Chapman wrote from the heart; his own hopes were blighted; his prospects of advancement were destroyed; and he felt that he was now dependent upon his own exertions. The Epicede is dedicated "To his affectionate and true Friend, Mr. Henry Jones." The following passage, addressed to Death, will serve to shew the style of Chapman's elegy, and is not deficient in poetic force:

Partiall deuourer euer of the best,

With headlong rapture, sparing long the rest
Could not the precious teares his Father shed,
(That are with Kingdomes to be ransomed?)
His bleeding prayer, vpon his Knees t'implore,
That if for any sinne of his, Heauen tore

From his most Royall body that chiefe Limme,
It might be ransom'd, for the rest of Him?

Could not the sacred eies thou didst prophane
In his great Mothers teares? The spightful bane
Thou pour'dst vpon the cheeks of al the Graces
In his more gracious sisters? The defaces
(With all the Furies ouer-flowing Galles)
Cursedly fronting her neere Nuptials?
Could not, O could not the Almighty ruth
Of all these, force thee to forbeare the youth
Of our Incomparable Prince of Men?
Whose Age had made thy Iron forcke his Pen
T'eternise what it now doth murder meerely;
And shal haue from my soule my curses gerely.

Tyrant, what knew'st thou, but the barbarous wound
Thou gau'st the son, the Father might cōfound?
Both liu'd so mixtly, and were ioyntly one,
Spirit to spirit cleft. The Humor bred

In one heart, straight was with the other fed;
The bloud of one, the others heart did fire;
The heart and humour, were the Sonne and Sire;
The heart yet void of humors slender'st part,
May easier liue, then humour without heart;
The Riuer needes the helpfull fountaine euer
More then the Fountaine the supplyed Riuer.
As th' Iron then, when it hath once put on
The Magnets qualitie, to the vertuous Stone
Is euer drawne, and not the Stone to it:

So may the Heauens, the Sonnes fate, not admit

To draw the Fathers, till a hundred yeeres

Haue drown'd that Issue to him in our teares.

After describing with considerable power, but in somewhat rugged and forced style, the effects of the fever of which the prince died, and his last hours, the poem thus concludes, with a delineation of the funereal pomp: On, on, sad Traine, as from a cranni'd rocke Bee-swarmes rob'd of their honey ceasles flock. Mourne, Mourne, dissected now his cold lims lie Ah, knit so late with flame, and maiestie. Where's now his gracious smile, his sparkling eie His Iudgement, Valour, Magnanimitie? O God, what doth not one short hour snatch vp Of all mans glosse? still ouer-flowes the cup

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