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A13273	All the small vvorkes of that famous poet Iosuah Siluester Gathered into one volume.; Selections	Sylvester, Josuah, 1563-1618.; Bertaut, Jean, 1552-1611.; Du Bartas, Guillaume de Salluste, seigneur, 1544-1590.; Smith, Henry, 1550?-1591.; Matthieu, Pierre, 1563-1621.	1620 (1620)	STC 23575.5; ESTC S106634	207,883	650

All began Thou madest All and since re-madest Man The Mediatour and the Vmpire giv'n To reconcile reuolted Earth to Heav'n Who to impart to vs His Immortalitie Took part with Vs in this our fraile Mortalitie And in all things except all Sinne alone A perfect Man put all our Nature on Born in the World to make Vs Born-anew In pouertie Vs richly to endew Humbling himself that we might raised be In Seruant's Form to make vs euer Free Came down to Earth Vs vp to Heav'n to mount Was tempted ●eer our Tempter to surmount Dy'd to destroy the Strength of Death and Sin And Rose again our Righteousnes to win How oft did He visite the Poore and Sick Cure the Distracted and Paralitique Restore the Blinde Deaf Dumb and Dead reuiue And Satans Captiues from his rage repriue How many Idiots did He make excell The Wisest Masters in all Israel ●ow many rude plain silly Fisher-men ●are power-full Preachers Fishers then of Men. How-many Sin-sick did he inly cure ●nd deep Soule-wounded binde-vp and assure ●ow-many Proud Loose Cruell Couetous ●ade Hee Meek Modest Gentle Bountious By Him deer Father come we Thee to know ●hy Word thy Will to frame our owne Wils so ●y Him alone Wisedome we seek and finde ● Cares and Crosses to confirm our minde By Him alone Thy sacred Truth we learn ●om suttlest Errors cleerly to discern ●y Him all Cloudes of Darknes are dispell'd ●olatry and Heresie refell'd By Him We pray to Thee and what we craue liuely Faith we are assur'd to haue ●eav'ns Kingdom first Soules Feast Bodies Food ●race Comfort Peaee euery needfull Good By Him be We Thy Children of Adoption Coheires of Heav'n and Vessels of Election Becomming Man He is become our Brother So happy VVe haue also Thee our Father By Him of Thee Thine Holy Spirit we haue Which in our hearts thy Law doth lyuelie graue The Comforter the Spirit of Truth of Loue Of Power of Peace of Wisedome from aboue The Spirit which staies vs when in Storms we ride And steers vs steddie in our Calmer Tide VVhich kills the Flesh and chills infatuate Fires To quicken Soules and kindle Heav'ns-Desires Which brings the Strays home to Thy holy Fold Giues Stutters Tongues and makes the bashful bold Opens the Sense of Sacred Mysteries Giues Form or Life to euerie thing that is In Him Thou built'st Thy Heav'n of Heav'ns excelling Thy Court prepar'd for Saints eternall Dwelling In Him Thou mad'st the VVorld and All to moue In euery Part as doth it best behoue Hee to the fainting heart new heart procures Confirmes the feeble fearefull Soules assures Giues Faith and Hope Loue Grace godly Zeal Happy the Soules where He delights to dwel For Those Hee fills with his aboundant Treasures ●n diuers manners and in diuers measures ●s diuersly befits Thy Churches-state ●o Plant or Prune or Prop or Propagate To some he giues a cleer quick Apprehension ●o some deep Iudgement some Diuine Inuention ●o some the doore of gracefull Eloquence ●o some the store of Wisedoms Excellence Some to interpret with Diuine Dexterity ●he sacred Secrets of th' eternall Verity ●ome School-less Scholars Learned study-less ●o vnderstand and speak all Languages Som to confirm their Office and Thine Oracles ●o work strange Wonders great many Miracles ●euiue the dead recouer natiue Euils ●●re all Diseases and euen cast out Diuels Such are th' Effects Works Vertues gifts graces ●hich by degrees in diuers times and places ●hy Holy Spirit to sillie Men hath giv'n ●om Them to Thee to raise our hearts to Heav'n And as in our fraile Bodies through varietie ●f Members fitted into One Societie ●ne very Soule doth actions different ●●me more Some lesse Noble or Excellent So in the mystick Body of Thy Son Where many Members Loue vnites in One Thine Owne One Spirit works actions admirable Among themselues more or lesse honorable Yet orderly Each his owne Rank obserues And properly Each his owne Office serues Nor boasteth any other not to need For oft the least the most of all doth steed Therefore the stronger must the weak support The safe and sound cheer the afflicted sort The Rich and mighty not despise Inferiours Neither the mean enuie or hate Superiours Were All a Head in This faire Frame of Man Where were the Foot the Hand the Stomack than Were All a Tongue where should the Eye becom● Were All an Eye where should the Eare haue room O Spirit Eternall which hast All compos'd In number measure Order All dispos'd Make Charity Vs mutuall Members moue Vnite our Spirits in thy perpetuall Loue. Quench all Contentions Errors Heresies Which both our Mindes and Bodies tyranize Quench all Concupiscence and foule Desire Which both our Bodies and Soules Death conspir● Vouchsafe our Souls Rest w th out Schismik strife Our Bodies Health through chaste and sober Life What could we ask what should wee rather craue Then in sound Bodies as sound Soules to haue Sound is the Body kept by keeping Chaste With moderate Exercise and mean repast ●ound is the Soule which resteth sober-wise Content in Thee vn-vext in Vanities Sound is the Soule free from all Self-Sedition Of Pride Hate Enuie Auarice Ambition ●nd all the Crowd of Mans Concupiscence ●inding His Will to Thy Obedience Who is so bound Thy Seruant is most Free ●ost Rich who leaues all Riches else for Thee ●ost easie rests who most for Thee endures ●ost Self-distrusting most Thy Strength assures So Thee to Serue is euen to Raign in brief ●o to Obey is to Command in Chief ●o walke Thy Wayes is only Libertie ●o learn Thy Learning ENCYCLOPAEDIE O! happy Those that stand in such a state ●nd in Thy Statutes alwaies meditate ●r if they slip or trip or faile or fall ●eturn betimes and for Thy Mercy call For though thy Law in Firie Thunder-giv'n Threat still the Stubborn with Reuenge frō Heav'n Thy gracious Gospell offers Pardon free To humbled Soules that Sigh in Faith to Thee And Thou who wilt not Sinners die but liue Hast promis'd All so suing to forgiue Thy Word is Truth Thy Promise to fulfill Thou God of Truth hast euer Power and Will O! bountious Thou which doost so oft repaire Our broken Soules and keep'st them from Despair And blessed Wee whose Faith in Love's Physicion Assures our Hope of all our Sins Remission Who-so hath Sorrow for his Sinfulnes Purpose to mend Desire of Holiness Trust in Thy Mercy hath no need to doubt But by Thy Grace his Sins are wyped out O Cordial Word O Comfortable breath Reuiuing Soules euen in the Gates of Death From Iawes of Hell raising our Hopes to Heav'n Therefore deer Lord To Thee all Praise be giv'n Who shall accuse vs now if Thou acquight God being with vs what can vs affright Our Faith in Thee ô What can shake or shock So surely fixt vpon so firm a Rock What shall diuide vs Lord from Loue of Thee ●hall Shame shall Sorrow shall Aduersity ●hal

Each-where kills in hunting Carloman ● Caue Caligul● Aristobulus Bath by th' Altar Philip Iulian Camp in Councell conquering IVLIVS 46 Death seeks th' Aemathian from Nero flies One in a Shallow drownes who Seas did scape An Emperour in eating Mushromes dies A Holy-Father in a Harlots lap 47 No hand but serues Death's turn Edric by 's Mother Alboin by 's Wife Aristo by his Friends By 's owne Son Baiazeth Conrad by 's Brother Mustapha by his Sire Self Cato ends 48 Death diuersly makes him familiar heer Henry the Black a bit of Bread could fine A King of Goth's died in a Tub of Beer Thalis of Thirst of Hunger Antonine 49 Death euery-where in euery thing distils Her fell Despite Fire Aier Earth Ocean Drusus a Peare a Fig Terpander kils A Fly in drinking choaketh Adrian 50 As soon a Souerain as a Shepheard's gon Men dying heer haue but one equall Quality By Birth and Death is Their Condition one Their Stay and State between make th' Inequality 51 There 's no Death Sodain to the godly Wise His heart goes out to meet all haps before VVhen he embarks he casts Wracks Ieopardies And when Wind serues nor He will rowe no more 52 Not knowing then When Where thy Death will snatch ●t Sea or Land young old Morn Noon or Night Look for it euer euery-where keep watch ●or what we look-for little can affright 53 If Infants oft no sooner breathe then die ● Good-men little-last and Wicked long ●e not too-curious in that Secret's Why ●h ' are stroaks of that hand w ch strook neuer wrong 54 VVhy Good men go and Why th'Vngodly stay ●ispute it not GOD hath permitted so Those die to liue These liue to die for aye These liue at case Those in a World of VVo. 55 If from thy Dayes thou but thy Nights subtract ●hy Sleep's thy Care 's thy Mawe's thy Muse's waste What thy Wife weareth VVhat thy Friends exact ●hy Griefs thy Sutes How short a Life thou hast 56 The Head-ach Tooth-ach Gout or Feuer rise Or Vlcer in the Leg Stone in the Reines By lingring Drops strains out the tedious Life Yet art thou loth that Death should rid thy Paines 57 Thy Term expir'd Thou put'st-off Payment yet And weenst to win much by some Months delay Sith pay thou must wer 't not as good be quit For Death will be no gentler any Day 58 Th' affaires of Parting poast not to to-Morn For on Delay Repentance waits with Woe The Wind and Tide will in a Moment turn All houres are good for Those resolu'd to goe 59 Grudging to die in flower of thine age Thou grieu'st to be too-soon discharg'd from Prison ●epin'st too-soon to haue don thy Pilgrimage Loth to haue-in thy Haruest in due Season 60 Make of thy Deeds not of thy Dayes account Think not how far but think how faire thou passest See to what Sum thy Vertues will amount For Life and Gold are chose by waight the massi'st 61 Life 's valued by th' effect not by the age The labour not the lasting praise it most Long hath he liu'd that liueth to be sage ●ood life too-often in long life is lost 62 Long Acts commend not most a Comoedi● T is still esteemed as the Parts are plaid ●o in our Liues not Yeers considered be ●ut worthy Actions by the Wise are waigh'd 63 Who grieues because he liu'd not heer yet born Hundred yeers is double worthy laughter ●t trebble He who at his Death doth mourn ●re not to liue a hundred yeers heer-after 64 Man 's not more Happy for long-liuing heer ●mber of Dayes doe not more Blisses bring ●ore Compass makes not a more cōplete Sphear ●round's a little as a larger Ring 65 And if that Death wait on thee protract ●h Vsurie shee 'll make thee pay it double ●y Ioyes in Dream thy Dolours still in act 〈◊〉 make long Life a long Repenting Trouble 66 If Hee that heer thee in his Vineyard hir'd Pay thee at Noon thy Wages full asmuch As Those that there all the whole Day haue tir'd Why murmurst thou why dost thou grieue grutch 67 He casts his Work well well his Work-men kens Thy Slackness Slowness Weaknes to hold out Therefore yer wearie he thy Way-fare ends Lest staying longer thou mar all 't is doubt 68 He giues our Task he again will take it Who Him vnwilling Him vnworthy serues Before he call 't is follie to forsake it And who-so leaues it to be left deserues 69 Or first or last on All this Stamp is set Early or late into This Port must Wee Who gaue the Charge ordained the Retreat One self-same Law did Life Death decree 70 The more the Body dures Soule more indures Neuer too-soon can Shee from thence exile Pure in she came there liuing Shee impures And suffers there a thousand Woes the while 71 The Soule is forc't within the Flesh to dwell ●n danger there shee liues sleeps in fear To hatch her Bird she needs must break her Shell ●nd think It neuer can too-soon appear 72 Soule blames the Body Body blames the Soule ●t Death surprising ends their Quarrell prest ●own goes the Body in the Dust to roule ●he faithfull Soule vp to th' eternall Rest 73 Death frees the Soule from Bodies wilfull Errors ●om the Soules Vices She the Bodie saues ●he Soule 's Annoyes are to the Body Terrors ●e Bodies Torments to the Soule are Graues 74 This Body is not Man His Stuff 's more fine ●s Beauty with Heau'ns Beauty hath Affinitie ●e Body dead That euer-liues diuine 〈◊〉 euen a Beam from the supream Diuinitie 75 If then the Soule so long Heer languishing ●hin the Bodie doe not gladly part 〈◊〉 hath forgotten her own Source or Spring ●d that She must from whence she cam reuart 76 But more then Death Death's Pain appalleth thee That 's but a Stream which swiftly vanisheth Ther 's as no Pain in that Extremitie For th'Body down doth nothing feele in death 77 Then quit those Fears that in thy Phantsie stick For violent Euills haue no permanence If that Death's Pain be keen 't is also quick And by the Quicknes takes away the Sense 78 To leaue thy Babes behind thy hart it gripes In Whose Thou shalt reuiue from lap to lap Happy who hath them for they are our Types And oft Who hath None 's happy by mishap 79 To leaue thy Wife thou wail'st wel worth excusing 'T's a necessary Ill Good stranger-like Which cleerest Eyes Self-wise too-oft mischusing In little Flesh finde many Bones to pick. 80 Th' art loth to leaue the Court's Delights Deuices Where None liues long vnbrau'd or vnabhorred Where Treason's Prudence where the Vertues Vices● Where som no Eyes wher som haue no Forehead 81 The Mariner that runs from Rock to Rock ●rom Wrack to Wrack dwelling in dangers rife Waue's Bal Wind 's Thral Tempest's Shuttlecock Would not exchange His for the Courtiers Life 82 The Court beguiles thee as black-Angel-Bands

Bed The which the-while he full of Thorns doth think But now the Fume of his aboundant Drink Drouzing his Brain beginneth to deface The sweet Remembrance of her louely Face Alreadie wheels his Bed alreadie shine A thousand Rayes before his slumbring Eyne Alreadie in his Eares now waxen numme A thousand Drones with buzzing Noise do humme He sees Chiméras Gorgons Mino-Taures Medusas Haggs Alectos Semi-Taures But IVDITH's heart still beating thick with-in Felt a fell Combat in it self begin Now causing Fear her sacred Fervour quash Anon her Fervour her faint Fear to dash IVDITH said She Thy Iacob to deliuer Now is the Time Now to-it Do-it neuer O! Yes O! No. I will I will not I Shall I profane kinde Hospitality Nay rather shall I sanctifie't the more When by the same I shall the Saints restore But Traitors euer bear Dishonors brand Traitors be Those betray not save their Land But Murderers Heaun's rigbteous Iudge abhors Why all Man-killers are not Murtherers But Hee 's a Murderer who his Prince hath slain This is a Tyrant not My Soverain But GOD hath now bequeath'd Him vs for Lord. Hee 's not of GOD that wars against his Word Why then may All their Tyrants kill and rid So Ahod Iahel and so Iehu did Yea but from Heau'n had They autentik Warrant So hath my Soule approued and apparant But ah how weak art Thou this Work to act Whom GOD assisted neuer strength hath lackt But hadst thou done the Sequel's more to doubt GOD brought me in GOD will bring me out What if He please leaue thee in Heathens hands Their Chieftain dead I fear nor Death nor Bands But to their Lust thou shalt be left a Prey Neuer my Minde my Body force they may Then in this point thus sacredly confirm'd With hands heav'd vp her eies on Heav'n she firm'd And softly Thus poures to the Lord her Prayer O gracious GOD who with paternal Care Hast euer kept thine Israel strengthen Thou Mine Arm with Thine that it may nimbly now Cut-off this Tyrant who thus dares presume To scale the Heav'ns Thy Sceptre to assume And fith thy grace through thousand storms more Hath brought my Bark in sight of wished shore O let it land with Poppie's sleepiest sap This Tyrant's sense benum in end-less Nap That I may raise this Siege Thy Thralls release Return Thee Praise and to thy SION Peace Her Praier done the Drunken Prince she heares Snotting aloud Then faire and soft She neeres His Pallets side and quickly takes the Sword Which had so oft the groaning Earth begor'd But euen about the fatal Blowe to giue Fear from her hand did the fel Weapon reaue Her hart did faint her strength did faile her quite O GOD then said She strengthen by Thy Might My timerous heart's and trembling hand 's Consent Then on the Duke so stiffe a stroake she lent As happily tri-parted at the poule Th' Head from the Body Body from the Soule His Soule to Hell his Body on the Bed In IVDITH's hand his grim and ghastly Head Which soon her Handmaid in her Night-bag hid Then speeding thence suspect-less or vnspi'd Without Impeach the Pagan Hoste they past For if that any saw them trip so fast Heav'n-blinde they thought She went but as before Tower Into the Vale bright Diane to adore Now when chaste IVDITH came to th' Hebrews Ope open said She for the GOD of Power Th' Assyrian Forces hath this Night forlorn And lifted vp his chosen Iacob's forlorn The Town amaz'd at her Return vn-hop't Presse to the Port which instantly they op't Thronging about her who a Tarras mounts And her Exploit from point to point recounts Then from her Bag for Proof of what she said She pulls the-while the dreadfull Pagans Head The Citizens when in her hand they sawe Th' Assyrian's Head's Head full of humble Awe Extoll th' Almighty who so mighty Foe By a weak Woman had subdewed so But most of all did Ammons Prince admire GOD's dreadfull Iudgement and to scape His ire Who Israel thus of vanquisht victoriz'd His Flesh and Heart he sodain circumciz'd How sweetly Lord Thy sacred Prouidence Mens suttlest Wisdome in their Plots preuents For thine Elected vnto Life to guide Into thy Fold when most they seem beside Good out of Ill thou draw'st making their Sin Means ' gainst their minds their Goodnes to begin Lord foule Desire of Murther and of Spoile Brought this late Pagan to th' Isacian Soile Where meaning first Thy Peoples bloud to spill Now spend his Owne for their deer sakes he wil Thy mercy so from his maligne Affect Maugre his minde brought forth a good Effect So neer Damascus mad'st thou by thy Call Of Wolf a Shepheard of a Saule a Paule Of Persecutor an Apostle brief Of Chief of Sinners among Saints the Chief So sodainly that all the Saints about Admir'd his Doctrine Yet his Deeds did doubt So the Saint Thief which suffered with our Sauior Was led to Life by his Death-dew Behauior And when no longer Earth could bear his Sin Was in a Moment made Heau'ns Citizen O feareful-hopeful Precedent of Grace Such as but One GOD's holy Books imbrace ●ne that None humbled should despaire of Pardon But One that None presume in Sin to harden So turn good Lord O turn the hearts of Princes Whose Rage their realms w th Sts. deer bloud berinses O! let the Sword Thou in their hand hast put None but Thy Foes none but Those Tyrants cut Who cursedly Thee or Thy CHRIST blaspheme Vsurping IVDA and IERVSALEM ●nd all Thy Golden Candlesticks beside Threating the West too with their Power Pride Not Those who humbly only euermore ●hee TRINITY in VNITY adore Then as the braue Virago ordered Soldier takes th' Assyrian Tyrants Head And for the Hebrews more Encouragement ●lad sets it vp vpon the Battlement There Parents Children Maids Widowes sad Whom Pagan Swords but new bereaued had ●f Children Parents Louers Husbands deer ●wixt Grief and Anger as distracted neer Pull-off his Beard pull out his hatefull Tongue Which had blasphemed Heau'n Earth so long Spit in his Face scratch poach-out his Eyes And all that Hate and Fury can deuise For lyue Remembrings of their wrongs them make On his dead Head this dead Reuenge to take Aurora weary of the cold Embrace Of her old Spouse began in Inde apace To paint her Portal of an Opal hew When of Bethulians all the brauest Crew Issue in Arms and such a Noise withall Such Shouts and Cries as if in th'antike Braule All th' Elements breaking the bands of Order Were by the Eares and in their old Disorder The Court of Gard that night vnusuall strong Towards the Town hearing such Noise so long Start from their Sleep and crying Arm arm arm Giue sodainly to all their Hoast Alarm One for his owne his Fellowes Helm puts-on One his right Vantbras on left arm doth don One on his neck for Launce a Libbet takes One speeds him quick

another scarce awakes One mounts his Horse yer he be curb'd or girt And without Spurs Others to shew more heart Would make a Stand some neither wake nor sleep Some braue in Word in Deed as faint as Sheep Now by degrees this Noise comes to the Eares Of Holosernez Houshold Officers ●o that sad Bagos hies him in all hast Vnto the Tent where th' Ethnick slept his last With trembling hand once twice or thrice he knockt ●ut an eternall Sleep the Doors had lockt Of his Lord's eares who had already crost ●he Stygian Ferry not to be re-crost Then hearing still th' Isacians lowder shout ●e makes the Doore fly-open with his Foot ●nd entring findes in gorie Bed lowe shrunk Not Holofernez but his Head-less Trunk ●hen did he teare his haire and rent his Clothes ●nd to the Clowds roars out in yelling Oathes ●specially when IVDITH there he mist Whom now the Murdress of his Lord he wist When ragefull rushing from the bloody Tent ●his hideous Cry through all the Camp he sent Woe woe to vs Alas this cursed Night ●cursed Captiue hath confounded quight ●ur awefull Army and vndone vs All 〈◊〉 treacherous slaughter of our GENERAL This new Affright redoubled on the first The stoutest harts doth so dis-hart and burst That All at-once abandoning their Armes Pikes Swords Shields Darts Arrowes all by swarms Be take them to their heels o'r Hill Dale Flying from one death on a worse to fall Then the Besieged in great Troops descend And on their backs revenging Bowes they bend Both run apace Those fly These follow fast But those that fly make lesse good speed then haste For without losse of Man th' Hebrews at will The flying Pagans slaughter thrash and thrill Euen as a Lyon in Getulian Lawnes Bestreawes the soile with fearfull Kids and Fawnes Where not a Beast his Furie dares abide Nor lift a horne against his awefull pride One from a Rock himselfe doth headlong dash And all to peeces all his parts doth pash Other forgetting that in deepest depth Fate findes vs out into a Riuer leap'th But if by speed or some good hap perhaps This Mornings first fel Fury any scapes He scapes not though those Hebrews outrages Who kept about the Straits Passages So that scarce one of such a Rout could bring To Niniué the Newes vnto the King The Battaile rather th' Execution don Out of the Citie flocked euery-one Whom Sex or Age had hitherto restrain'd To see the drad Revenge the Lord had rain'd So suddainly and past all Expectation On those fell Foes of His deer Holy Nation One full of Wounds yet gasping calls in vain On lazie Death to end his lingering pain One grinning gastly in his visage grim ●howes dead the Rage that liuing sweld in him ●ome mangled heer some there some round about ●nd euery Soule a sundry way went out ●ccordingly as Valor Sleight or Chance ●ed the dead-doing Sword or Dart or Launce 〈◊〉 short This sight so truly tragick was That euen the Victors would haue sigh't alas ●ad they so vanquisht any Foe but This. But rifling long among the Carcases ●t last the Body of the Duke they found Thogh head-less known best by that only wound ●hither they throng That euery blade must thrill ●nd euery one that Corps againe would kill A hundred Swords a hundred Pikes and Darts Are euery moment goring all his parts And euery Nerue Vein Muscle Ioynt they hack Till room at last their Vulgar Rage doth lack For were his Bulk as big as Atlasses His Limbes as many as Encéiades And strong Briareus yet yet think I all Their dire Revenge would still still think too small For of the Iewes none so base Clown there is But would a Gobbet of that Flesh of His. Giue Tyrant giue thy Right hand to Cilicians Thy Left to Medes giue one Arm to Phoenicians Th' other to Ismael and divide thy Feet Between th' Egyptian and the Coelianite That euery Nation whom Thine Arms offenc't May by some Part be partly recompenc't Alas I erre for all in Atomies Wert Thou divided all would not suffise But IVDITH nor forgetful nor ingrate Would neither bury nor Selfe-arrogate The sacred honor for Assistance given In This great Work by th'All-work hand of Heav'● But tyming meet her Feet to Timbrells noise This Hymne she sings with glad-sad warbling voice Follow'd by all the Flower of Hebrew Dames Maids Widowes Wiues of faultless Forms Fames Laude laude we lowd with verse with voice strings The GOD of GODs the glorious King of Kings Those Power alone pulls Tyrants down reareth ●eek in their Room who HIM ay-faithfull feareth For who would thinke one Citie in one Day 〈◊〉 suddainly could such an Hoast dismay Whose high Exploits had all the World astounded And from the Indes to Iapheths Inns resounded Lord who wold think that HOLOFERNES ●ate Proud Conqueror of many a Potentate ●hould lose his Life for all his Selfe-affiance 〈◊〉 one weak Woman not a Troop of Giants Who who would thinke that HE who late possest At least had power from farthest East to West ●om Pole to Pole stretching his arms all-over ●ould not haue left one Inch of Turse for Cover That stately Prince so thick attended-on ●●w dead alas lyes aboue ground alone ●t not alone for Those that seru'd him living ●●sort him dead Proofe of their Duties giving Nor yet aboue ground for the Ravens become His mangled Bodie 's better-worthy Toomb Then pretious Marble let and Iacynth gilded Which for his Bones Himselfe had proudly builded So so good Lord from Hence-forth let vs finde Thee not our Iudge but as our Father kinde And so Hence-forth the Foes of SION rather Feele Thee their Iudge then their propitious Father Heer IVDITH ends Heer also end will I With thanks to GOD and to Your Maiestie To GOD for bringing This my Work about To You for daigning to haue read it out FINIS LITTLE BARTAS OR Brief Meditations ON The Power Providence Greatnes Goodnes of GOD In the CREATION of the World for Man Of Man For HIM-SELFE Translated Dedicated To the most Royal Lady ELIZABETH by IOSVAH SYLVESTER HONI SOIT QVI MAL Y PENSE TO The most Royal Lady ELIZABETH Infanta of England Princess PALATINE of Rhine SWeet Grace of GRACES Glory of Your Age Lustre of VERTVES Moral and Diuine Whose Sacred Rayes already far out-shine Your Princely State Your Royall Parentage Heer to your HIGHNES with all Good-Presage Congratuling Your little PALATINE I consecrate This LITTLE-One of Mine To serue Your Self first then Your Son for Page Your gracious Favours to my former Brood So binde my Thoughts so bolden my Desires To showe Mee gratefull as I know You good That Thus to YOV This LITTLE Mine aspires Little in Growth yet of so great a Spirit As happily Your Graces grace may merit To Your Highnes Seruice Dulie and Trulie devoted Iosuah Sylvester Souhaits Royaux Loyaux Au Roy. AIusi l' Ancien des Temps

it But chide you sharp how-euer secr●t were it Shall not the brightnes of His Fac● a●●●y ●●u His Ma●●stie with awefull Ra●es di●may ●ou M●er Earth Ashes daring thus to play Your B●st but Dust your rest but Du●t Clay Hold you your tongues no more your silence bre●●● But at my Perill giue Me leaue to spe●k Why should I ●eare me as one out of S● With mine own Teeth or doe S●lfe-Violence No should He slay me I would hope againe Though in his sight I still my right maintaine For He himselfe will saue and doe me right And cleere mee from your doome of Hypocrite Sith in His presence Such can haue no place Nor hope such help of His assisting Grace Giue therefore eare vnto my words waigh VVith due regard what I shall truly say Lo heere I stand as ready to be try'd And well I knowe I shall be iustifi'd Come who will charge me oppose my Pleas Alas I die if now I hold my peace Onely but spare me in Two things with-drawe Thy heauie hand vvith-hold thy glorious Awe From frighting me then from before thy face I shall not hide me nor betray my Case Then at thy choise be in this Cause dependant I am indifferent Plaintif or Defendant What and How-many are my Sins pretended Shew me Wherein and How I haue offended That Thou should'st shun turn thee from me so And handle me as thy most hated Foe Doost Thou vouchsafe a witherd Leafe to crush Against dry Stubble doost Thou daign to rush That in so bitter and seuere a stile Thou doost indight mee and recite the while My sinnes of Youth them re-recording fresh VVith th'Heritage inherent vnto Flesh And putt'st my feet into the Stocks so strait VVatchest my Waies and at my heeles doost wait To finde some hole in my fore-acted Life Scourging mine Errors with thy Terrors rife VVhile rotten-like it wasteth as a Cloth Grown full of holes eaten by the Moth. MAn born of Man's Womans loynes alas Cap ● Hath but few dayes those ful sad to pass Much like a Flower he shooteth vp and fades Quickly cut downe he vanisheth as Shades Of no continuance here Yet dost Thou daign To frowne at Such striue with Me so vaine Who from Pollution can pure thing extract O! there is None none that is so exact Sith then his dayes Thou hast determined Sith that his Months with thee be numbered Sith Thou hast set the certain Time he has To Him vncertain which He cannot pass Forbeare awhile from him looke away Till as the Hireling he hath done his Day For though a Tree befelled from the Root 〈◊〉 there hope 〈◊〉 inches will re-shoot Though in the Earth 〈…〉 be old and dry T●●● on the Ea●●h 〈…〉 as dead do lie Y●●●y the Se●t of the nee●●inding Flood It w●●●●●e and as a Plant re-●ud P●t Man man's Body from h●● Soule bereft Man down dead O! wh●t of Him is left Si●● a● S●●-wa●ers past re-p●sse no more As R●●●rs ●ry'd return not to their Shore Man Dead-asleep shall neuer wake again Nor neuer rise till Heav'n no more remain O! wert thou pleas'd me in my Graue to hide V●till thy Wrath were past and pacifi'd Or that there were some Time or Term assign'd me When Thou wilt cease in thy Mercy mind me Or shall a Man neer dead heer liue again Still liuing-dying in continuall Pain And shall I still in this distressed state Wait all the Dayes of mine appointed Date Vntill my Cha●g● my Ren●●ation come When Thou shalt call me nor shal I be dumb But answer thee Then then Thou wilt approue That Thou the Works o● thine own hands doost loue Though now my steps thou numbrest so exact Not'st all my Sins seem'st them to haue packt As in a Bagge safe sealed yea to add New Trespasses vnto the old I had So that as Mountains mouldring down do sink As from their places shiuer'd Rocks do shrink As waters break the Stones as Showres surround The dusty Earth Thou doost Man's hope cōfound And tryumph'st euer ouer Him deiected Transform'd in Face as from thy Face reiected Nor knoweth He whether his deer Posteritie Shall poorely fare or flourish in Prosperitie But while his Soule his Body beares about That shall haue Woe within This without The second Booke 〈◊〉 15. TO This of His so hot and vehement Thus Eliphas in the same Element Should one so wise as thou doost vaunt thee heere Discourse so vainly bring such idle geare Vent from the Centre of a swelling brest As noysome Gales as the vnholsome East Trifle the Time about I vvot not what In idle and vnprofitable chat Nay nullifie Religious Feare and Pietie Not praying to but pleading with the Deitie VVhich thine own mouth hath witnest too-too-far VVith subtile Cauils of a Sophister Yea thine own mouth not mine shall thee cōuince Against thy Selfe thy lippes giue Euidence Why Man wert Thou the first man on the earth Or wert Thou born before the Hills had birth Hast Thou alone GOD's Secret vnderstood And hast Thou onely VVisedom in thy Hood VVhat is' t Thou knowest that We haue not kend VVhat vnderstand'st Thou but VVe comprehend There are of Vs as old as Thou or rather Some I suppose more antient then Thy Father And doost Thou slight our Comforts godly sent Or hast Thou of thine Owne more excellent Why doth thy heart and whither thee transport Why doost thou close thine eyes that in this sort Thy Spirit turnes shall I say spurns at GOD And from thy Lips spets words so bold and broad O! What is Man that He should clean exist Or Womans Son that He should Iust persist Behold He found his Angels stood not sure Neither the Heanens in His pure sight are pure Then How-much-more before Him filthy stinks Stock-stained Man who Sin as Water drinks I 'll therefore shew the hark and marke me well What I haue seen I will declare and tell What from their Elders Sages yerst haue know'n And to their Heires successiuely haue show'n Such as indeed haue had the Helm in hand To steer their Owne and Strangers to with-stand The Wicked Man's in-labour all his Life In bitter Pains in Pangs and Passions rife Number of yeares are seldome His to summe A Sound of Feares still in His eares doth humme Or if at all He seem in ease to swim The swift Destroyer shall soon seaze on him H●p-less and Hope-less euer to recouer S●eing the Sword him euer hanging ouer Needy indeed or greedy still of more Pining in Plenty staruing in his Store He wanders seeking of his Bread about In dread of Want of a Black Day in doubt Trouble and Anguish shall him deep affright As royall Armies ready for the Fight For He hath stretched his proud●● and at Heav'n And stubbornly hath with th' Almighty striv'n Running at Him rushing vpon his Neck Yea on the Posses of his Shield so thick Because his Fat his full broad