9. Сила камней

СИЛА КАМНЕЙ

Nature
These trees, these plants, and this description,
Of their sweete liquid gums that are distilling,
Are to be held in estimation,
For faire-fac'd Tellus glorie is excelling:
    But what white siluer'd rich resembling plaine,
    Is that where wooddie moouing trees remaine?

Природа
Все эти травы, и деревья, и цветы
С их сладким ароматом и красой
Собрал здесь Голубь — насладишься ты,
Прелестный Феникс золотистый мой.
    Но где ж еще под серебром ветвей
    Мерцают в водах россыпи камней?

That is the watry kingdome of Neptunus,
Where his high wood-made Towers dayly flote,
Bearing the title of Oceanus,
As hony-speaking Poets oft do quote:
    And as the branches reading from the tree,
    So do the Riuers grace this louely Countrie.

Тут царство достославное Нептуна,
Плывут в нем башни стройных кораблей,
Как горделива океанская лагуна
В медоточивости пиитовых речей.
    И омывая изумрудные брега,
    В нее вливается великая река.

Wherein is bread for mans sweete nourishment,
Fishes of sundry forts and diuerse natures,
That the inhabitants doth much content,
As a relieuement to all mortall creatures,
    But for to make you perfect what they be,
    I will relate them to you orderly.








There swimmes the gentle Prawne and Pickerel,
A great deuourer of small little fish,
The Puffin, Sole, and Sommer louing Mackrell,
In season held for a high Ladies dish :
    The bigge bon'd Whale, of whom the skilfull Marriner,
    Sometimes God knowes Hands in a mightie terrour.








The musicke-louing Dolphin here doth swimme,
That brought Arion on his backe to shore,
And stayd a long while at the Seas deepe brimme,
To hear him play, in nature did deplore,
    As being loth to leaue him, but at last
    Headlong himselfe into the Sea he cast.








Here swimmes the Ray, the Sea-calfe and the Porpoise,
That doth betoken raine or stormes of weather,
The Sea-horse, Sea-hound, and the wide-mouth'd Plaice,
A Spitchcoke, Stocke-fish, and the litle Pilcher,
    Whose onely moisture prest by cunning Art,
    Is good for those troubled with Aches smart.








Here swimmes the Shad, the Spitfish and the Spurling,
The Thornebacke, Turbot, and the Perewincle,
The Twine, the Trout, the Scallop, and the Whiting,
The Scate, the Roch, the Tench and pretie Wrincle:
    The Purple-fish, whose liquor vsually,
    A violet colour on the cloth doth die.








Here swimmes the Pearch, the Cuttle and the Stocke-fish,
That with a wooden staffe is often beaten,
The Crab, the Pearch, which poore men alwayes wish,
The Ruffe, the Piper good for to be eaten:
    The Barbell that three times in euery yeare,
    Her natural young ones to the waues doth beare.








His great deuine Omnipotence is mightie,
That rides vpon the Heauens axeltree,
That by increase amongst vs sends such plentie,
If to his Mightinesse grateful we will be :
    But 'stubborne necked Iewes do him prouoke,
    Till he do loade them with a heauie yoke.








Truth haue you said; but I will here expresse
The richesse of the Earths hid fecrecie,
The salt Seas vnseene, vnknowne worthinene,
That yeelds vs precious stones innumerably,
    The rarenesse of their vertue fit for Kings,
    And such this countrie climate often brings.








Herein is found the Amatist and Abestone,
The Topaze, Turches, and Gelatia,
The Adamant, Dionise, and Calcedon,
The Berill, Marble and Elutropia,
    The Ruby, Saphire, and Asterites,
    The Iacinth, Sardonix, and Argirites.








The Smaragd, Carbuncle, and Alablaster,
Cornellis, Crusopasse, and Corrall:
The sparkling Diamond, and the louely Iasper,
The Margarite, Lodestone, and the bright-ey'd Chrystall,
    Ligurius, Onix, Nitrum, and Gagates,
    Absistos, Amatites, and the good Achates.








Here in this Iland are there mines of Gold,
Mines of Siluer, Iron, Tinne and Lead,
That by the labouring workman we behold :
And mines of Brasse, that in the Earth is fed,
    The stone Lipparia, Galactites, and Panteron,
    Enidros, Iris, Dracontites, and Astrion.








The Adamant, a hard obdurate stone,
Inuincible, and not for to be broken,
Being placed neare a great bigge barre of Iron,
This vertue hath it, as a speciall token,
    The Lodestone hath no power to draw away.
    The Iron barre, but in one place doth slay.








Yet with a Goates warme, fresh and liuely blood,
This Adamant doth breake and Hue in funder,
That manie mightie, huge strokes hath withstood :
But I will tell you of a greater wonder,
    It reconciles the womans loue being lost,
    And giueth proofe of Chastnesse without cost.








The purple coloured Amatift doth preuaile
Agalnft the wit-oppreffmg Drunkenneffe,
If euill Cogitations do affaile
Thy fleepie thouglits wrapt vp in heauineffe,
    It foone will driue them from thy minds difturbing,
    And temporize thy braine that is offending.








The white-veind enterlin'd ftone Achates,
Befpotted here and there with fpots like blood,
Makes a man gracious in the peoples eyes,
And for to cleare the fight is paffing good :
    It remedieth the place that's venemous,
    And in the fire fmels odoriferous.








The Gemme Amatites hath this qualitie,
Let a man touch his vefture with the fame,
And it refifteth fier mightily:
The vertue doth the force of burning tame,
    And afterwards caft in the fiers light,
    Burnes not at all, but then it feemes moft bright.








The faire ftone Berrill is fo precious,
That mightie men do hold it verie rare:
It frees a man from aflions perillous,
If of his lifes deare blood he haue a care,
    And now and then being put into the Eyes,
    Defends a man from all his enemies.








The ftone Ceranicum fpotted ore with blue,
Being fafe and chaftly borne within the hand,
Thunders hote raging cracks that do enfue
It doth expell, and Lightnings doth withftand,
    Defending of the houfe that many keepe,
    And is effectuall to bring men afleepe.








The Diamond the worlds reflefling eye,
The Diamond the heauens bright fhining ftarre,
The Diamond the earths moft pureft glorie :
And with the Diamond no Stone can compare ;
    She teacheth men to fpeake, and men to loue,
    If all her rareft vertues you will proue.








The Diamond taught Muficke firft his cunning,
The Diamond taught Poetry her skill,
The Diamond gaue Lawyers firft their learning,
Arithmeticke the Diamond taught at will:
    She teacheth all Arts : for within her eye,
    The knowledge of the world doth fafely lye.








Dradocos is a ftone that's pale and wan,
It brings to fome men thoughts fantafticall:
It being layd vpon a cold dead Man,
Lofeth the vertue it is grac'd withall;
    Wherefore tis called the moft holy ftone:
    For, whereas Death frequenteth it is gone.








Achites is in colour violet,
Found on the Bankes of this delightfome place,
Both male and female in this Land we get:
Whofe vertue doth the Princely Eagle grace;
    For being borne by her into her neft,
    She bringeth foorth her young ones with much reft.








This ftone being bound faft to a womans fide,
Within whofe pureft wombe her child is lying,
Doth haften child-birth, and doth make her bide
But litle paine, her humours is releafing.
    If anie one be guiltie of Deceit,
    This ftone will caufe him to forfake his meate.








Enidros is the ftone that's alwayes fweating,
Diftilling liquid drops continually :
And yet for all his daily moifture melting,
It keepes the felfe fame bigneffe ftedfaftly:
    It neuer leffeneth, nor doth fall away,
    But in one ftedfaft perfectneffe doth flay.








Perpetui fletus lachrymas diftillat Enidros,
Qui velut ex pleni fontis fcaturigine manat.




Gagates fmelling like to Frankenfence,
Being left whereas the poifnous Serpents breed,
Driues them away, and doth his force commence,
Making this beaft on barren plaines to feed,
    And there to ftarue and pine away for meate,
    Becauie being there he finds no foode to eate.








This ftone being put in a faire womans drinke,
Will teftifie her pure Virginitie,
A moft rare thing that fome men neuer thinke,
Yet you fhall giue your iugdement eafily,
    For if fhe make her water prefently,
    Then hath this Woman loft her honeftie.








The Iacinth is a neighbour to the Saphire,
That doth transforme it felfe to fundrie fights,
Sometimes tis blacke and cloudie, fometimes cle[ar]
And from the mutable ayre borrowes lights:
    It giueth ftrength and vigor in his kind,
    And faire fweete quiet fleepe brings to the m[ind]








Rabiates being clearely coloured,
Borne about one doth make him eloquent,
And in great honour to be fauoured,
If he do vfe it to a good intent,
    Foule venemous Serpents it doth bring in awe,
    And cureth paine and griefe about the mawe.








The iron-drawing Lode-ftone if you fet
Within a veffell, either Gold or Braffe,
And place a peece of Iron vnder it,
Of fome indifferent fize or fmalleft compaffe,
    The Lodeftone on the top will caufe it moue,
    And by his vertue meete with it aboue.








The Meade ftone coloured like the graffie greene,
Much gentle eafe vnto the Goute hath donne,
And helpeth thofe being troubled with the Spleene,
Mingled with Womans milke bearing a Sonne:
    It remedi'th the wit-affailing Frenzie.
    And purgeth the fad mind of Melancholie.








The ftone Orites fpotted ore with white,
Being worne, or hung about a womans necke,
Prohibiteth Conception and Delight,
And the child-bearing wombe by force doth checke :
    Or elfe it haft'neth her deliuerie,
    And makes the birth vnperfect and vntimely.








Skie coloured Saphire Kings and Princes weare,
Being held moft precious in their iudging fight;
The verie touch of this doth throughly cure
The Carbuncles enraging hatefull fpight :
    It doth delight and recreate the Eyes,
    And all bate groffeneffe it doth quite defpife.








If in a boxe you put an inuenomd Spider,
Whofe poifonous operation is annoying,
And on the boxes top lay the true Saphire,
The vertue of his power fhewes vs his cunning,
    He vanquifheth the Spider, leaues him dead,
    And to Apollo now is confecrated.








The frefh greene coloured Smaragd doth excell
All Trees, Boughs, Plants, and new frefh fpringing Leaues:
The hote reflecting Sunne can neuer quell
His vertue, that no eyefight ere dcceiues,
    But ore faire Phoebus glorie it triumpheth,
    And the dimme duskie Eyes it polifheth.








The valiant Caefar tooke his chiefe delight,
By looking on the Smarous excellence,
To fee his Romane fouldiers how they fight,
And view what wards they had for their defence,
    And who exceld in perfect chiualrie,
    And nobleft bore himfelfe in victorie.








This Stone doth ferue to Diuination,
To tell of things to come, and things being paft,
And mongft vs held in eftimation,
Giuing the ficke mans meat a gentle taft :
    If things fhall be, it keepes in the Mind,
    If not, forgetfulneffe our Eyes doth blind.








The Turches being worne in a Ring,
If any Gentleman hath caufe to ride
Supports, and doth fuftaine him from all falling,
Or hurting of him feife what ere betide :
    And ere he fuffer anie fearefull danger,
    Will fall it felfe, and breake, and burft a funder.