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[Introduction to Texts] Virgidemiarum. Books 1-3

Introduction to Texts
Poster:Post date:2016-12-14
 
台灣西洋古典、中世紀暨文藝復興學會
Taiwan Association of Classical, Medieval, and Renaissance Studies
文本簡介
Introduction to Texts before 1800
 
主題 Topic English Satirical Poetry
書刊名 Title Virgidemiarum. Books 1-3
作者 Author Joseph Hall (1574-1656)
出版社 Publisher London: Printed by Iohn Harison, for Robert Dexter, 1602.
出版年 Year 1598
語言 Language English
裝訂 Binding ■平裝 Paperback    □ 精裝 Hardcover
頁數 Pages  
ISBN (10 / 13)  
Bibliography Reference CLC-poetry Z000384937         (STC, Duff, GW . . .)
來源網址Web Link http://name.umdl.umich.edu/A71323.0001.001
撰稿者 Writer 李祁芳、林柏豪
撰寫日期Date 13 Dec. 2016
A.   簡介 Introduction (within 100 words, Chinese or English)
  身為一個主教及道德倫理家的喬瑟夫‧霍爾(Joseph Hall),他執筆寫下諷刺(satire)當時社會動盪的局面。遵從拉丁文的寫作格式,霍爾用英文寫下他對時事的針砭。諷刺的對象不只上至貴族、下至平名百姓,甚至是其他文人也在他諷刺的作品中。當道德勸說已無法發揮作用,霍爾採用了激進的文字鞭策社會、也同時記錄了當時的社會亂象。

B.   文本摘錄 Extracts (4-6 Pages)
SAT. I.
NOr Ladies wanton loue, nor wandring knight,
Legend I out in rimes all richly dight.
Nor fright the Reader with the Pagan vaunt
Of mightie Mahound, and greate Termagaunt.
Nor list I Sonnet of my Mistresse face,
To paint some Blowesse with a borrowed grace,
Nor can I bide to pen some hungrie Scene
For thick-skin eares, and vndescerning eyne.
Nor euer could my scornfull Muse abide
With Tragick shooes her ankles for to hide.
Nor can I crouch, and writhe my fauning tayle
To some greate Patron, for my best auayle.
Such hunger-staruen Trencher Poetrie,
Or let it neuer liue, or timely die:
Nor vnder euerie bank, and euerie Tree,
Speake rymes vnto my oten Minstralsie:
Nor caroll out so pleasing liuely laies,
As mought the Graces moue my mirth to praise.
Trumpet, and reeds, and socks, and buskins fine,
I them bequeath: whose statues wandring Twine
Of Yuy, mixt with Bayes, circlen around
Their liuing Temples likewise Laurell-bound.
Rather had I, albee in carelesse rymes,
Check the mis-ordered world, and lawlesse times.
Nor need I craue the Muses mid-wifry,
To bring to light so worth-lesse Poetry:
Or if we list, what baser Muse can bide,
To sit and sing by Grantaes naked side?
They hunt the tyded Thames and salt Medway,
Ere since the same of their late Bridall day.
Nought haue we here but willow-shaded shore,
To tell our Grant his banks are left for lore.
 
SAT. II.
VVhilome the sisters nine were Vestall maides,
And held their Temple in the secret shades.
Of faire Parnassus that two-headed hill,
Whose auncient fame the Southern world did fill.
And in the stead of their eternall fame,
Was the coole streame, that tooke his endles name,
From out the fertile hoofe of winged steed:
There did they sit and do their holy deed,
That pleas'd both heauen and earth: till that of late,
Whome should I fault? or the most righteous Fate?
Or heauen, or men, or fiends, or ought beside,
That euer made that foule mischance betide?
Some of the sisters in securer shades.
Defloured were:
And euer since disdaining Sacred shame.
Done ought that might their heauenly stock defame.
Now is Pernassus turned to a stewes:
And on Bay-stocks the wanton Myrtle grewes.
Cythêron hill's become a Brothel-bed,
And Pyrene sweete, turnd to a poysoned head
Of cole-blacke puddle: whose infectious staine
Corrupteth all the lowly fruitfull plaine.
Their modest stole, to garish looser weede,
Deck't with loue-fauors: their late whordoms meed.
And where they wont sip of the simple flood,
Now tosse they bowles of Bacchus boyling bloud,
I maruelled much with doubtfull iealousie,
Whence came such Litturs of new Poetrie;
Mee thought I fear'd, least the horse-hoofed well
His natiue banks did proudly ouer-swell
In some late discontent, thence to ensue
Such wondrous rablements of Rime-sters new:
But since, I saw it painted on Fames wings,
The Muses to be woxen Wantonings.
Each bush, each bank, and ech base Apple-squire,
Can serue to sate their beastly lewd desire.
Ye bastard Poets see your Pedigree
From common Trulls and loathsome Brothelry.
 
SAT. III.
VVith some Pot-furie rauisht from their wit,
They sit and muse on some no-vulgar writ:
As frozen Dung-hils in a winters morne,
That voyd of Vapours seemed all beforne,
Soone as the Sun, sends out his piercing beames,
Exhale out filthie smoke and stinking steames:
So doth the base, and the fore-barren braine,
Soone as the raging wine begins to raigne.
One higher pitch'd doth set his soaring thought
On crowned kings that Fortune hath low brought:
Or some vpreared, high-aspiring swaine
As it might be the Turkish Tamberlaine.
Then weeneth he his base drink-drowned spright,
Rapt to the threefold loft of heauen hight,
When he conceiues vpon his fained stage
The stalking steps of his greate personage,
Graced with huf-cap termes, and thundring threats,
That his poore hearers hayre quite vpright sets.
Such soone, as some braue minded hungrie youth
Sees fitly frame to his wide-strained mouth,
He vaunts his voyce vpon an hyred stage,
With high-set steps, and princely carriage;
Now soouping in side robes of Royaltie,
That earst did skrub in lowsie brokerie.
There if he can with termes Italianate,
Big-sounding sentences, and words of state,
Faire patch me vp his pure Iambick verse,
He rauishes the gazing Scaffolders:
Then certes was the famous Corduban
Neuer but halfe so high Tragedian.
Now, least such frightfull showes of Fortunes fall,
And bloudy Tyrants rage, should chance appall
The dead stroke audience, midst the silent rout,
Comes leaping in a selfe-mis formed lout,
And laughes, and grins, and frames his Mimik face,
And iustles straight into the princes place.
Then doth the Theatre Eccho all aloud,
With gladsome noyse of that applauding croud.
A goodly hoch-poch; when vile Russettings,
Are match with monarchs, and with mightie kings.
A goodly grace to sober Tragick Muse,
When each base clowne, his clumbsie fist doth bruise
And show his teeth in double rotten-row,
For laughter at his selfe-resembled show.
Meane while our Poets in high Parliament,
Sit watching euerie word, and gesturement,
Like curious Censors of some doughtie geare,
Whispering their verdit in their fellowes eare.
Wo to the word whose margent in their scrole,
Is noted with a blacke condemning Cole.
But if each periode might the Synode please,
Ho, bring the Iuy boughs, and bands of Bayes
Now when they part and leaue the naked stage,
Gins the bare hearer in a guiltie rage,
To curse and ban, and blame his likerous eye,
That thus hath lauisht his late halfe-penie.
Shame that the Muses should be bought and sold,
For euerie peasants brasse, on each scaffold.
 
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