lose and leaze Their lading with the wilder Hypotams Nay yet more fatal opening al her seams The poor long-Robert founder'd was gaue o're Sunk in the weathers stresse and now what more Can Fisher Hacket Gerling but attend While the sea yeelds her dead that I transcend Expence of trim and shipping lo this storme How grown yet wrought a further and the worme Of conscience startled so that who while-ere With all his canvase out could snugly beare Vp an ill-boading course now springs his luffe Cries guiliy Lord and pardon coats of buffe Hâ—gh temper'd corslets are too weake to ward The worme of conscience and how galliard Luxurio lately was yet now he lowes His saile close to the board now humbly throwes Off Liviaes haire and his Corinna's ring To leeward over wisely husbanding Oyle to his lampe now as the righteous dye Likewise will he so horrid was and high This spiritual Fura-cane that on his lees Though fell Basianus for a time may freeze And seeme to settle here he turnes againe Thick and bemudder'd like the clamorous maine Casting up stones and dirt his faeces boyle Vp now for vent making him perbrake vile Prodigious sins This was the storme thus great Thus ruthlesse double thus nor to be beat Out but in many an houre thus went we down To sea in ships had businesse upon Great waters saw the wonders of the deep And thus againe though Baal perhaps may sleep Or seriously be talking nor discerne His distant contumacious yet we learne That God is omni-present has his way Even in the while-wind in the furious sea In even the toughest conscience and how sure A Jonas in the cradle of secure Apostacy be lull'd though even his bed Of the most curious thistle-down be made Or that of silver Swans yet if the faire Tindaridè shall with a civill war Imbroyle the shrouds and Hellen chasing thence Her brothers of beningner influence Vnkennels al the winter winds and billowes Mauger the softest lullabies and pillowes He wakes and finds his cradle now at last Far worse then that upon the topling mast THE Hedge-hog combatant presented and applyed WHen I survay poore wretch thy severall soes Me thinkes it does pathetic'ly disclose Mine owne Militia for with open Mart As man pursues thee as the Fox with Art Allayes thy martiall furie falsly licks Thy life away and Serpent also seeks It as implacably Loe thus conspire Both Ammon Ameleck and those of Tyre The world the Flesh and that prodigous great Red Dragon with his tayle that can defeat The very Stars so these I say concurre To slay my silly soule were it a warre Though with some such as hungry Lyons wage And evening Wolves or all whose Quivers rage Like open Sepulchers there might be yet Some hope perhaps some little planke to set Me safe even after shipwrack But to grapple And intershock am I with him whose apple Defeated Eve her selfe I daily cope With many a horrid squadron many a troope Of fierce and fiery Darts that charge me home And often through Alas wretch that I am Where shall I seeke for succour who can stave This roaring rabble off ô helpe and save Thou God of Battailes else am I but built Upon the sillie sand but water spilt Of Drunkennesse AS Willoughs noted so for tipling Trees Are barren and but badges of disgrace As Fennes and Marshes yeeld but nipping flyes But venemous fogges and reptil's bad and base Loe thus the boundlesse Independent shot Begets as sundry formes and oft as vile As Phaebus does when with embraces hot He beds the moist salacious mud of Nyle It changes some to Struthions and as those Forget their egges their actions so doe these Demanding when they wake how came the blowes What have we done they should our weapons seise Some men it does to mimick anticks foole Change some to subtle Foxes that imploy Their cups as Crucibles wherein to boyle To sublimate a skill to cosen by Some for obstreperous Geese it does designe Fills some with such Salt-Peter that disputing Of but some haire or Mathematicke line They take immediate fire with bloud confuting Some to such honey-suckles sweet it turnes With often vowes that about every wight They twine themselves And some with lust so burns They deeme each dirtie cloud a Iâ—uo bright Nay yet againe and further some it fuddles To sencelesse Conduits onely fit to pisse And to bee piss'd against To Monsters puddles And Statues many quadrat but for this Loe Pythagore loe here the transmigration Thou might'st have dreamt of for with brutish soules It thus imbroyles us Oakes of most elation With many blowes fall Reason so with bowles Up then yee base Borachioes call excesse But an insideous Circè but presaging A brutish transformation even no lesse Then in the soule it selfe and thus engaging Her everlasting blisse Up keep a dyot Does ought kill soule and body both yes ryot The Widdowes Warning BE wise and take no churlish Clowne Nor blend with flocks thy Thistle-down Chuse not for out-side shun each lover But golden Ludgate-like in cover The Ruffin that can sweare and swell And covenant with death and hell Preferre not nor the Fox that preyes In covert and in broken wayes Chuse not for wealth where other things But passant are yet this has wings Nor any peece of Bombaste chuse That with his Place and Title sues Taking herein the greater care Because they now are chapmans ware Take not a Husband by report Examine first his head his heart His Conscience pierce him to the Lees Marke how each joynt of his agrees And jumps with thine for if they vary The Priest that does your bodies marry But glewes a Potsheard In a word If thou canst marrow with a Bird Of thine owne feather one whose wars Spirituall be whose aime is stars Whose neatly timber'd limbes are lin'd With as polite as rich a mind This is the wight and haste thee Iane To yeeld him back his Rib againe An Epitaph of M ris Prudence Meredith a good soule in a defective body IN an uneasie roome her soule was pent And had while heere a hard imprisonment Within the Body nor could Prudens but Rejoyce to leave her little crumpled knot Of flesh and bloud that narrow jayle of hers For such a relaxation as inferrs Likewise at last another kind of new Spirituall Body beautified with trew With precious Liniaments and of privation Of hunger sicknesse death and mutulation Impassible I say she could not choose In faith and reason but avouch her wooes Now at an end But chearely leave her breath And thus had Meredith a merry death A farewell to the Wars DIsloyall flesh and bloud how has the Sun Both his direct and oblique hitching course Full often through the heavenly girdle run Since our so plighted love that nought could force Or puzzle it and dost thou now deceive me Now at the Qu the clinke of honour leave me Our Mars in
after-noon With their expected influence were bereft us Has yet a blessed testimony left us Of martiall goodnesse As a streame descending From his faire heads to sea becomes in trending More puissant and fed by many a rill By many a pretious brook so widens still His Channell that at length it even surroun's Whole Islands drives the trade of populous towns Such was his progresse here and though the blood Of many an Ancestor both great and good Ran high within his veines yet thirsting more Then a reflected value or to shore Himselfe with borrow'd crutches up proceeding A further course of observation reading And souldiership he mounted the degree Of reall honours And where some there be Who lozange-wise are but of bulk and might At middle-race that having all their light From sulphurous matches had stink out at length And die like candle-snuffs from strength to strength Our Fairefax dayly grew up till he crown'd His actions with his exit To propound Him yet more Graphickly the Cynick bold That with his tacite embleme so contrould Irregular Athens meeting such a wight Had toyle and Taper sav'd his ayme was right And honest courses nor by wearing broad And manifold phylacters to defraud Againe with carnall ends but thus addicted He stood in nature and for these afflicted Was resolute and bold as Rome could vaunt Fabricius under Pyrrhus Elephant 'T is true that some can polish off their ill And vicious ware nay I have known such skill In shadows that a picture while pretending Some Temple faire with Isles couvexly bending And running inward windowes jutting out Has still in Plano been But Fairefax fought A nobler fight could not be thus accus'd Of broken pits nor other doubling us'd Than that of Ranks and Files Now are we come To his peculiar channell and at home Dimensions best are taken Reader here Double thy guards I doe arrect thine eare Yet straighter up and know though I must yeeld A spade a spade nor can Bellona shield From her debauches yet our Armies ring Of some such daring zelots as out-wing Those of old Rome When Bulleine erst led on His valorous Croysade as the souldiers shone With holy fire each practising to quit Himselfe like an abstemious Nazarite So have we those the shield of faith preferring To that of Ajax double souldiers serring The spirituall to the temporall corslet these These are the gems of Crowns the wondrous seas Imbroyling though with storms of blood and fire Where Halcions sing these are the souldiers higher Than Death or Hell men dwelling in the Tents Of holy Shem with these the Regiments Immortall and the thundring bands are fill'd These are the Souldiers that are Saints and skill'd Indifferently to go to heaven a-bed Or in a whirle-wind as Elijah did And one of these was Fairefax Not to proule For which at forraine hands ô say my soule With what propension hast thou known him pay The first-fruits primer-seisin of each day And night to heaven how damask his up-rise And then his set againe with sacrifice With holy retributes and thus apply'd In chiefe to Mary giving thus the Bride Her due praecedence afterward contest The Paranymph seek Martha live in quest Of Arms and Arts. A practise judging those That ayme but meat and raiment but disclose Their age alone by Gowts or want of haire Or as the light melodious Grashopper So like an Ahimaaz though she bring Conspicuous tidings cheerly dance and sing The joy of Harvest in does yet become To their year-strucken bodyes burthensome Those also judging as impertinent That in Micrologies forsooth will slent And trifle time away the webs they spin Are only Spider-like and farre too thin For either sheet or garment nay we flush That violate whole ages hence and rush As fiercely to their wicked wayes as horse To battell do stigmatickly the course Of time defacing and his after-head With often whips and wheeles Embellished When oppositely Fairefax wisely knew To husband him to make him moult and mew His noblest feathers 't is no garish broad No rich materiall plume but these that boad Triumphs and Crowns and reading observation As with a joynt harmonious indagation Assisting grace are those catholicons That purge our Adam such Icarean pens As consequently poynt it to the spheare Of endlesse glory which our souldier here Could witness well whom that I more unfurle And since we use to set off chains of Pearle And Cylinders by Negroes eares and necks So likewise with befitting foyles to mix The prosecution this was he beyond Exterior Aequipage who wisely don'd Pauls Panoplia wore his sword his shield Helme breast and Supiters even he that held The sins at distance modernly which raigne Among our Martialists and neither gaine Bromius or Venus nor the rambling heard Of all their sinfull Sectaries debar'd His hope of happynesse To narrow these Nay hit the mark he strove not troubled seas As some Knights Arrant who still in the fire Must Salamanders live and serve for hire Or Bell or even the Dragon hunting men Like Nimrods and of heart far harder then The nether Mill-stone is well Marius well On on proceed do draw thy sword and fell The Gisors blessed Elme with morning-stars Impetuous canonads and fierce Petars Keep Janus Temple open issuing thence Out-ragious murther â—allow pestilence Cleannesse of teeth and others yet ere long Astonishment and trembling shall be wrung Out likewise as the portion of thy cup Nay thou shalt rankly quaffe confusion up Even Dregs and all Still that our Boute-feus Dissected further be for borrowed shewes Of edge and valour he consulted not Intoxicating Bacchus waters hot Or rotten Reliques and the Magick shirt Inchanted Coller foe-defeating worte Acheminis and other such with zeale Abominate he could as but a deale Of spirituall Paliardise and who colleagues Him with such trumperies will gather Figs Where only barren Thistles grow and Grapes Where Thornes alone and Briars 't is to lapse From the great God of Israel and enquire At Baal of Ekron with diviner fire Our Fairefax nobly was enrag'd disdaining These wicked arts as while the right maintaining Enfeebling it as only arming but Ichneumon-like with dirt that fences not The fate of war Nay he could challenge base Antaus and his earthen ware the race Soon broke to shreads and oft without a fit Peece left to fetch or water from the pit Or fire from the hearth Next after these That I may throughly seare and cauterize The moderne pride like adle wheaten eares And starving Hysop of the wall that bears The head so perk so lofty his milice How mettl'd yet was such a modest peece As woorded not it selfe upon the last When loe that empty thundring-tub the brac'd Sir Pavolant himselfe dilates and tells And faces off in swelling Ses'pedells Speakes only Buffe and Cannon is so fill'd With Easterne empty wind that he can build What ayrie Castles might
enough I say for even the touch The glance already given imports so much That envy still thy clack detraction lay Thy hand upon thy mouth and by the way Having first interceded with the great Redundance of a lofty youthfull heat For these delinquents as a plea may slent The trespasse somewhat off What virulent Above the gall of Aspes and crying sin That Nero nevcr dreamt of Catiline Durst not have perpetrated has bin found By our late Spinters that we must compound For it with such a sea of civill blood Who has so cast the stone like Cadmus brood That now we reek with mutuall slaughter nay Interpret civill sharp for but to play As Abner heretofore How do we doat Thus on the frenzy duell but begot With Efts and hideous Shriech owles in the ruble Of heathenish amphitheaters a stubble Now valued corne a carnage foysted in At first but classick now and thought to spin The web of honour Say ye martiall brood What Cossus what Dentatus e're allow'd This fury here alasse no Civick Crownes No murall Trophies gotten this renownes Nor with Ovatiou Triumphs nor with â—ich Feretrian spoyls let him that needs will pitch His Tents with Kedar and perversly shed The bloud of war in peace that being led By savage custome dare provoke the wrack Of an upbraiding conscience with her black And broken slumbers let him on perhaps Heaven may be weary or want thunder-claps Or Pelâ—on else pyl'd upon Ossa may Conceale him and his red sins at the day Of judgement let him on but you that are The true Heroes bravely bidding war As well to sin as Spaine you that in list Will be with Saints and Angels under CHRIST Our * Princely Michael O so learn to brake The divine Cannon that at length it shake This Moloch down whose bloudy rites so cry To heaven for vengeance vent your courage high Vpon the generall foe loe then are skars The Trumps of fame and stick a man with stars If thence brought off by cartell aske repaire And in campe closse of such as quarrell dare Your harths and consciences when these shal threat When these give on then let your noble heat Disgusted be then take the poynt a veine If emptyed thus upbraids not to be slaine With my dear Fairefax thus is up to roule The corps in Trophy-work and gain the soule A palme in heaven In fine that I may do As Painters in their curious Portraits who The face deliniated are wont in close To set the hand charg'd with a booke a rose Or Sovenance his open was a bearing Of faire construction a misterious wearing The goods of fortune and if such there be Such Brigands as will shave nay basely flea The poore that fight for Sion I and this Even to the teeth of death as if their peace Were made with him and hell be Fairefax set As opposite to these to flint and jet As snow and thistle-downa whose open hand could manage thus I say and so befriend himselfe with our unrighteous Mammon here And Critick what remaines but thus my reere Being brought up now likewise thy reply Vpon the premises tell if mine eye Be Graeaen-like incurious doft at home Pragmaticall abroad or there become Like eyes in water doubling the dimension Of weeds and pebbles if my reprehension Straine Gnats or swallow Camels then againe Doe thou the like reporting not the maine By some peculiar ravings let not hate At randome taken up extenuate The worth of souldiers passion so mis-leads Prestigiats the senses so that reeds Have been reported spears and trees for men Collect thy selfe I say Nay rather then To mis-repute our Mars the belts restore The Medals leases titles heretofore And b Feifs awarded him and touching these How often are they got by fucusses By sin and subtile artifice the slye Tertullus Parrot-like will clamber by His flattering beak Seralio hopes to find A fortune in his new made Cinerind I such as are devoyd of swinke and sweat Whose Trophies but Salmatidan why yet Are shuffled often into price and place When if we shall annex the souldiers case How sustinently prostrate at the star Does he chalk out his bed nay make it there Amid the fiercest winter who so driven With horrid industry to combat even The rivers mountains precipices rocks Meteors and rigid aires what inter-shocks Has he with hunger thirst contagion here A messe of Spartan broth is all his cheere Or else a Dogs or Asses head and bought At eighty silver shekels there for drought He like a Dragon yawnes and well the man Who from a course a dirty Cothon can Relieve himselfe what shall I say his plant Is Yarrow sole for wounds or we may grant Him the Carlina Thistle to correct His rabious Fevers nor must it deject The souldier though surrounded with a rout Of cuttings searings pests and when from out The hurlement of a well foughten-day Some such as meritorious Fairesax may Come off all pargetted with bloud and dust All over grisly gules will it be just To rank him with the former must onr bloud Decry'd be to Zacheus bags abrood Familiarly so spurious so begot By forged cavillation nay denote It with an omnious coale the souldiers trade Is like his Pike so plaine and weltlesse made That each profest Immarinell may bolt Himselfe out for a Tactick and the Colt Of very Mordant and Bucephalus Thrasonickly be thunder'd till he thus Encroach upon our bread That I propound It neerer yet to heart behold a sound Of waters from the North of many wrongs So palpable that Mattan there oppugns Jehoscua daily then againe at home Our Counter-skarp our outer-works have swom Even annually with slaughter yet we presse A flattering divination may distresse Ship into Britaine does she not reside Like f Carmel in the sea and then so â—ry'd So dreadfull are her many flaxen-wings That not the fiercest Dragon but she brings At ease under her lee thus heretofore The covering Cherub Tyrus also bore Him high upon the like yet emptied was Soon after from his vessell made a place Of fishers and their nets and thou that do'st Secure thy Dortor so if Neptune boast Him of our British Ieat or use to wear A Baldrick of our Pearle about his bare And brawny loynes yet say will this amount To side him alwayes ours was he not wont To waft the Dane the Norman and what are Our wooden walls we sole to these referre The hope of Athens how is man so skil'd Such an Amphibium so to make us build Vpon a single string I this the case Our Ancestors were dayly biddeu base Within the heart of England driven to fight Among their hearths their temples for the right Of their fore-fathers monuments and bones And Reader then resolve me when the stones The carved work the polish'd corners
put off againe her red and white Her Iewels are so rich so paragon So deeply set that doubly they renown Her to bee radiant as without within And like the robe on both sides ful of fine Discoulour'd needle-work so quondam voted To Jabins Sisera yet to be noted With a blacke cole such is the partial world That while innumerous others weare the purl'd Sweet buds of Roses out alas her head With woful Willough Yew and Cypresse sad Is tyraniz'd I such the sober state Of flesh and bloud that al disconsolate See how she folds her armes now looks to heaven As crying Lord alas how was he given A prey into their teeth now with a hand Exactly chambleted and porselain'd With white and blew her pen she does imploie To melt 〈◊〉 drad her dearest Angli-roy At the Maâ—-â—euâ— yet now againe forbeares Because the paper suggish is with tearrs And swallowes al impression now she goes To yonder Temple with religious vowes That she may deprecate our further harme And close behind her many a woful swarme Of Evangelicals Now makes a stand From several draughts presented here to 〈◊〉 hand Choosing his Ceâ—otaphiam Fame I should still Enlarg me thus and royallize my qâ—il With more of her but as Celestial newes Here interposes may perhaps excuse My selfe a while for yonder massie cloud Giving such fire so doubtlesse full of lowd And bellowing Meteors loe how from between The darksome pleyts thereof a Cherubin Now gently stoops with healing on his wings To poor Panaretus by severall pangs And rigid passions hewn so lately down Into the daze of death The hideous swoon Now in a clammy deale of mist and gum Was setting both his eyes an Icye creame Remissely floating over all his face Implacably protended froze the pace His pulse so long had run and every wheele Within him now began to fur and feel An earthy dulnesse when behold I say The starry leech has with a fragrant May This sad December outed new has wound His pulse and all his Organs up as sound As strong as high as ever So the snake His slough his heckle moults his ancient beak The royall Eagle After whose recover Loe how the glorious post does backward hover In boughts and wind-laces nay with a poynt Now made againe into the fable tent From whence his stooping has entirely dasht All our clamitants and all abash'd Loe how they trembling stand and full of fire Shot as it seems from many a sulph'rous tire Of the Celestiall Cannon Which in fine Or being cloy'd or moulted else againe To their first principles about mine eare Insist I say our Redevivus here One comming from the dead may presuppose The noblest demonstrations On with those Thy scatter'd Elegiacks do proceed No Dog now moves his tongue the broken reed The poor Panaretus in such a glade So whist a silence doubtlesse may perswade Incomparable Rights and Exequies To Swedens herse And heark how loud he cryes How lamentably loud Panar Alas for him Who like a brave Alcydes could esteem It all his blisse to roame about the world Confounding Monsters buffeting the curld Presumptuous browes of Tyrants Why but search His generall conduct his victorious march And when at Usedoome Rugen two of those Prodigions quarrels that Aegeon chose Of yore to shoot at heaven when there hee drew His active heat Torquato Conty flew Induring not the test to suddaine aire Nay daring Papenheym Hnlke Altringer So great a Master both of Pike and pen Nay tyrannous Tscherclaes Gallas Wallensteine That great Dictator shining all how bright Yet as inferiour Planets lost their light At Swedens Heliack rising All their wayes Were deep and furious as the north-west Seas And full of grisly shapes of Morses Whales Grim Vnicorns with Adamantine scales Aud horrid Gram-pusses yet our August Adolphus knew to baffle their so vast Insidious heat their knittest practises To ravell out Or wherefore name I these Since from our present ages height survey But that behind thee search but far away Where all the hills and steeple-tops are clad With blewish Land-schap but where Elis stood Even at the furthest t'other end of time Or Troy or Sparta and behold their prime High-writ Heroes came no nearer to His celsitude then rough-hewen models doe Their Archetip's then does the Belgick card A Lyon fierce or Italy compar'd With a neat timber'd leg And this the Chiefe Whose late decease what have I said come grief Come desolation come even whose decease Has deeply drench'd us in the wretchednesse Of many waters now the bread of tears Must be our dayly food our sauce the jeares And taunts of them without Alas alas What gloomy tropes what lamentable dresse Of severall figures may declaime our low Precipitate condition Now ô now Let squalid Pisces and Aquarius raign And all the racks conjoyntly drive amaine From south and south-south-east making the clung The toughest season'd timber the most strong And rankest Marble or else further yet Even flint and Iron-stone dissolve and sweat Be full of drops and tears a complement Yet poore and flat of far inferiour hint To the diaster out alas my head My heart my heart why even the soveraigne Swede The covering HELD the Lion of the North That quintessence of Kings is batter'd forth His wondrous conduct Let the Trumpet rend It selfe with ghastly groans the Drum descend And languish from his mettel'd ruffe and roule To a dead march Fame I quoth the heavenly soule The deare Amalaswentha by him set Nor longer keeping silence Amal Let ô let Our Volies so consolidately drest With Muskitads with many a boysterous brest Of Colverin and Cannon at the stresse That hils and regions tremble throughly presse How deare we held him so condensly choak The sky with pillars curles and clouds of smoak That by producing thunder may with vast Outragious cracks and roarings on the last Stretch our obsequious fare-well to the slain Vnparalel'd undaunted Fame I and then Quoth our Pâ—naretus as passionately Here piecing with her Panar I and then quoth he Yee a Phytelburgen ecchoes neere distraught With the prodigious noyse so tenter-out Your clamorous voices bounding it in grosse Vp to the Graian Alpes that also those Your susters there may with their mighty throats Transport it over to the hollow grots And browes of Hemus and so taking post By shady Pelion to the forked crest Of widely sung Olympus being still Thus dictated I say from hill to hill Our wondrous vollies at the length may seize Extended Taurus that Metropolis Of resonancies and in savage dens Deep foggy Cisterns hollow woods and glins Among unhaunted mossie Rifts and Rocks And ragged precipices even where flocks Nay worlds of shrill promiscuous eccho's may So farther thicken reboat and bray The hideous din that like a torrent fierce Still rushing on the spacious universe From Inde to frozen Thuly with sonore And vast expressions never known before Solemnize an interment so repleat