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      To sing a song that old was sung,

      From ashes ancient Gower is come;

      Assuming man's infirmities,

      To glad your ear, and please your eyes.

      It hath been sung at festivals,

      On ember-eves and holy-ales;

      And lords and ladies in their lives

      Have read it for restoratives:

      The purchase is to make men glorious;

      Et bonum quo antiquius, eo melius.

      If you, born in these latter times,

      When wit's more ripe, accept my rhymes,

      And that to hear an old man sing

      May to your wishes pleasure bring,

      I life would wish, and that I might

      Waste it for you, like taper-light.

      This Antioch, then, Antiochus the Great

      Built up, this city, for his chiefest seat;

      The fairest in all Syria,

      I tell you what mine authors say:

      This king unto him took a fere,

      Who died and left a female heir,

      So buxom, so blithe, and full of face,

      As heaven had lent her all his grace;

      With whom the father liking took,

      And her to incest did provoke:

      Bad child; worse father! to entice his own

      To evil should be done by none:

      But custom what they did begin

      Was with long use account no sin.

      The beauty of this sinful dame

      Made many princes thither frame,

      To seek her as a bed-fellow,

      In marriage-pleasures play-fellow:

      Which to prevent he made a law,

      To keep her still, and men in awe,

      That whoso ask'd her for his wife,

      His riddle told not, lost his life:

      So for her many a wight did die,

      As yon grim looks do testify.

      What now ensues, to the judgement your eye

      I give, my cause who lest can justify.

      Young prince of Tyre, you have at large received

      The danger of the task you undertake.

      I have, Antiochus, and, with a soul

      Embolden'd with the glory of her praise,

      Think death no hazard in this enterprise.

      Bring in our daughter, clothed like a bride,

      For the embracements even of Jove himself;

      At whose conception, till Lucina reign'd,

      Nature this dowry gave, to glad her presence,

      The senate-house of planets all did sit,

      To knit in her their best perfections.

      See where she comes, apparell'd like the spring,

      Graces her subjects, and her thoughts the king

      Of every virtue gives renown to men!

      Her face the book of praises, where is read

      Nothing but curious pleasures, as from thence

      Sorrow were ever razed, and testy wrath

      Could never be her mild companion.

      You gods that made me man, and sway in love,

      That have inflamed desire in my breast

      To taste the fruit of yon celestal tree,

      Or die in the adventure, be my helps,

      As I am son and servant to your will,

      To compass such a boundless happiness!

      Prince Pericles, —

      That would be son to great Antiochus.

      Before thee stands this fair Hesperides,

      With golden fruit, but dangerous to be touch'd;

      For death-like dragons here affright thee hard:

      Her face, like heaven, enticeth thee to view

      Her countless glory, which desert must gain;

      And which, without desert, because thine eye

      Presumes to reach, all thy whole heap must die.

      Yon sometimes famous princes, like thyself,

      Drawn by report, adventurous by desire,

      Tell thee, with speechless tongues and semblance pale,

      That without covering, save yon field of stars,

      Here they stand Martyrs, slain in Cupid's wars;

      And with dead cheeks advise thee to desist

      For going on death's net, whom none resist.

      Antiochus, I thank thee, who hath taught

      My frail mortality to know itself,

      And by those fearful objects to prepare

      This body, like to them, to what I must;

      For death remember'd should be like a mirror,

      Who

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