one acts their parte and then makes an eternall retret without returne Heavens inclostred powers looks downe and they see all the dulfull Tragedies of vnrecalled time and marks the vnspeakable wickednesse of mankinde how many folies are acted vpon this stage for the most parte playes the Buffone and all their life is but a pleasant Comedy and with the Ethnick they cry out Ede bibe dorme post Mortem nulla voluptas Vpon the other parte we may beholde the picture of true repentance painted with ten thousand miseries the pittifull gesture of men how vnlawfull Law hes made miserable the beggerd Marchant who hath bankerd-out his credit the Artisan whom age and sicknes brings to poverty and we may see how the threed-bare Cationer goeth with melancholious grones dispersing the sighs of his greeved minde in the Aire we may see how the curious Alchamist in seeking the Philosopher-stone with continuall travell and far-soght inventions hath wrung out all the substance of his wits and seeking to finde wealth hath lost all his wealth so till at last his sweating labors rypes nothing else but smooke O then his repentance beginnes to challenge time when all his smooking hopes are vanished in the aire in end he payeth his debt to Death and dyeth a begger And we may see the Necromancer one who hath studied the black Art for a little borrowed and yet a very vncertaine tyme dambs his owne soule and giues it as a proper tribute to Hell and why because with the Arch-deuils direction he will command all the infernall spirits O most vaine illusion and deceatfull pleasure which brings nothing with it but eternall horror Now when all men hath acted their parte vpon this vniversall stage then comes Al-commanding Death swiftly cryes to every one Away gette you gone your parte is playde So with his Imperiall Darte he streaketh all kinde of Creatures without respect and then with his reuthles hand he draweth the darke Courtaine of the Graue over the paill bodie of mankinde So shall thy soule compeare before the Great Spectator of Heaven who hath seene all thy actions and how thou hast plaide thy parte in this world there the booke is opened where all thy doings are in Register if they be vpright then art thou crowned in the Majesticall Throne of Eternall Glory if thy actions and doinges be false and found deceatfull if thou hast stopped thy eares and woulde not hearken nor heare vnto the voice of Gods Messingers then shall thy name be blotted and scraped out of the Booke of lyfe and thy soule and bodie shall be condemned to burne perpetuallie in the Everlasting fyre of Hel. O what a pittifull thing is it to see so many catiue creatures careles of the life to come and what great debt they take on their soule to be payed at the letter day The wicked abhominations of mans heart made GOD in his great wrath Cry out and say I repent that ever I made man And why did our Saviour Christ hate this world he telleth the reason Quia mundus totus in maligno positus est Because the Worlde altogether is placed in wickednesse For we may beholde what wickednes possesses mankinde even from their verie youth-head of what evill inclination how perverse in their actions and how contemptious to age how will they mock scorne and disdaine the reverend Father and the aged Matrone O sayes the word of God Age is the crowne of glory therefore we should honour age helpe and reverence age the pernitious nature of man is such that it breeds contention emulation and continuall discords how vncharitable without law reason or religion so that man to man are the most cruell enemies of any other creatures when the Neronicall heart of man being in a tirannicall humor what kinde of strange tortures will they devise one against another how vnnaturall is this and how farre is it against all Christianitie it hath kindled the wrath of the Almightie when anger calleth Israell Gentem apostatricem dura facie indomabili corde an apostaticall Nation with a shamelesse face encourageable heart who will not acknowledge the wondrous mercies of our loving God Miseros facit populos peccatum sinne maketh people miserable and when holy Iob speaking of wicked men and of carelesse sinners he sayeth Bibit quasi aquam iniquitatem they drink vp sinne like water even like a thirstie stomack with as little care and as much pleasure drinke they vp wickednes and that thou who readest this may the better beleeue me goe and with experience thou shalt see goe I say walke abroad into the streetes and behold the doings of mankinde looke and marke well their behaviour and fashions consider well and attentiuely what is done in Market-places in Kings Courts in Justice houses in common meeting places what lying deceaving what slander shamelesse villany thou shalt see nothing in this world so little accounted of as sinne thou shalt see Justice corrupted with briberie and variety sold for money and impudent faces despise equity thou shalt see the innocent cōdemned the wicked and malitious malefactor delivered and set free the villaine advanced the vertuous despised thou shalt see the proud oppressour triumph theeues command vsurers and Brokers deceaving their neighbours extortioners at liberty to execute their owne desires and thou shalt see ignorant fooles preferred to great authority because they are ritch worthlesse men reverenced honored and drawen vp to great dignities and thou shalt see how the eager desire of ambition cuts innocent throats treason covered and cloaked with flattery and to conclude thou shalt heare the general voyce of the people to be nothing else but of vanities bawdrie and whoring detraction backbiting pride envie deceit drunkennes dissimulation wantonnes dissolation flatterie lying swearing perjuring blaspheming And so this shal cōfirme that in their perrillous and latter dayes how mischief abounds what abominations are spred on the face of the earth having no regard to law or justice to reason nor religion but in an vnsatiable appetite of beastlinesse are become drunk with sinne how glad may the man of an vpright mind be how quiet may his soule be at what sweet repose may his conscience be when all his actions are vpright before GOD the Scripture sayes Secura mens juge conuiuium a secure conscience is a blithe banquet but O thou wicked man O thou malitious oppressour O thou deceitfull and avaritious villaine how shalt thou haue thy soule and conscience tortured the terrour of thy vnrighteousnesse shall torment thee thy nights shall be voyde of rest and thy soule shall be wrapped vp in the pricking thornes of thy owne wickednesse everie thing shall affray thee all objects shall threaten thee and restlesse despaire shall hant thee with ten thousand devillish temptations Salomon sayes the wicked man flieth though no man pursue him Hee will start at his owne shadow the heart of him is alwaies aloft
wicked man away that he may not see the glory of God Then thou who sucks forth the heart-bloud of the poore thinke on this and thou who art a grievous oppressour looke to thy selfe or rather thy heart is hardned and can not see thou triumphs in the aboundance of worldly glorie thy conscience feeles not the forceable stroke of sinne thy too much sensualitie hath made thy soule sensles But ô when sicknes the fore-running harbinger of agonizing death doeth sease vpon thy bodie wils thee to pay that doubtles debt no suretie will be taken nor no shifting excuse can helpe thee thy soule must needs be sequestred from thy bodie all thy friends will forsake thee thy flattering troups which doeth attend thee will leaue thee thy pleasures shall loath thee and in thy loathsome bed shalt thou lye destitute of all comfort the divell in most fearefull and terrible forme shall haunt thee houlding thy haynous sinnes before thine eies and still crying in thine eares Despaire and dye What miserable estate shall this be when thy wicked life layeth this before thee and telles this must thou suffer and this way must thou goe And when the malediction of the oppressed man the destressed widow and fatherles Children whose ruth-begging-clamours disturbes the Heavens and brings thee O wicked man to this miserable end Can thy ritches ridde thee or sette the free from the horrible paines of Hell Where is the glory of thy wealth and substance nowe Divitiarum jactantia quid vobis contulit And besides all this how infamous shall thy name be amongst the Commons still like a Tennice ball tossed from mouth to mouth Saying the most pernitious instrument of our age hath left this worlde The onely Glutton of Ambition whose insatiable desires coulde never be filde one who subornde the eare of his Prince and made him beleeue that everie strange face was comde to cut his throat on whose envy wold suffer no man rise but himselfe When ever he did marke any aspyring branch flourish vnder the shining favour of the King then did his seditious wittes and his Luciferian pryde search by all meanes how to destroy him This ever byting hound whose teeth was a contagious canker when his heart was most ful of mischief then was his tongue most ful of flatterie O filthie disease of flattery it were better for a man to follow a dogge and liue vpon his surfating vomet then to be a flatterer O flatery the very intysing snare of deceit vnder the which all kinde of dangers lieth obscured in Ambush to be short he was such a one that still did impoverish the Kings coffers to inritch his own he did not loue to se these to whom he was beholden to al his friends vnthākfull of all good deeds forgetful and to al wel-deserving mindes ingrate O thou filthie ingratitude thou art even the very excrament of all evilles ill faring man faire ill J must leaue thee for my breath is putrified with sounding the Trumpet of thy ignominious imperfections Ryde on thy posting journey for indeed thou may ride a swift gallop to hell when thou hast the Arch-diuell thy guide to winde his horne before thee let him who is hulcerus shrink at his owne smart when his sores are serst Now as for the yong aspyring gallant J haue most rare and excellent Collours to paint thy portrate in a trew lustring forme take Physick to ingender thy patience although my speech be Satyrick What then bitter drinkes are goode for the stomack Therefore come on thou vngratious Boy for J must haue about with thee Thou chylde of vnthrift when thy parents gives thee store of wealth before God giue thee witte to governe Then be sure thou selst all pawnst all and spendst all How carles art thou of what 's to come Thou never thinkst on want but playes the infant perdu freely still assuring thy selfe that thy father hath a fatted Calfe to be kilde at thy Conversion Vpon the hope of this thou letst all goe like the smoake of Tobacco or like a soppy billow which flees from the shell of the walnut and straight doth vanish in the aire It may be thy father or mother hes scraped this substance together with labour hunger and pinching of their belly How beggerly perchance hath thy parents lived to provyde for thee How carefull were they to get it And how careles how they got it evill and vnlawfull conquesse makes such Impes of perdition come after and spend all Thou art like a raging Courser which runnes without a brydle or rather like a storme-beaten-ship amidst the Rocks hauing no Rudder at all Thou doeth quintiscens thy vnderstanding and imploys thy wits leaving no deceit vnsought how to get money Thou intrudest thy selfe in the Kings favour building great authoritie on his smyle if he grace thee with his eare then becōmest thou homely bold and audatious lying cogging and flattering that the behoulders and hearers may thinke thee a trew and perfite Courtier in deed By this meanes many men employes thee to speak to the Prince in their afaires sutes cōplaints and requests are put in thy hands What is offered thee for thy paines Thou wilt doe nothing till thou get halfe or all in hand then thou selst the poore mans sute to some other and so makes thy shifting delayes excuse thy shameles deceat If thou be sometyme altogether out of money thou calst thy wits to a reckoning and then disguises thy selfe in some strange apparels and on the his way will rob the passenger of his purse A King may giue honor o◠knight-hood but he cannot giue moyen to maintaine it After thy robery then come to Court with thy bolde erected face and an impudent gesture most majesticall to maske thy rogish villany in a vagabounding humor thy nights are spent in whowring so thou makst thy bawdrie spending in a Bordell Increase thy reputation and then thy lecherous life makes the blew circle vnder thy eye Tell the world how much thou art over-spent insubstance of bodie Besides all this the Paliards token which thou caries of a Mersenary woman most pleasant for the Apotecharie and very profitable for the Barber Thou affirmest thy self to be of the Iudayecall law and much more in going beyond the Iew in thy vpright Circumcision Notwithstanding of all this every Ladie in the Court must be thy mistres but thy chief choise is a gallant and most quick-witted Lady whose experience knows what duety belongs to the quiet opening of a back doore perfumed smocks a whispering voice and cloath-shooes who in a veneryan discourse with the want of shame will make her fan serue to cover the bloudles blush of her never blushing face thy want of purpose is supplied with many apish triks and in thy interluds doth praise her mistaken beautie affirming that it is not painting makes her faire nor that her perfumd breath giues delicacie to the smel no thou swerst nature hes done al The crew
all say O Lord fight for vs how feeble how weak and faint-hearted are we When the least blast of affliction ruines all our strength we can not stand after we ar raised vp but presently falles againe and turnes to our former wickednesse notwithstanding of our repentance and promeist amendement We haue no force to command our selues We perish in our owne passions and most cowardly yeeldes to all sorts of sinnes Thus are we made slaues to our owne infirmities in so far that we make no kinde of resistance to the smalest motion Concerning the passion of anger S. Paul writting to the Ephesians he sayeth Be angry but sinne not neither let the Sunne goe downe vpon your wrath This passion of anger is exceeding perillous for in that time that it doeth possesse the heart it for careth nothing nor hath no respect to thinges present nor thinges to come the fury of anger is is the highest degrie of self-madnesse The Italian speaking of the nature and condition of anger He sayeth Ira è breve furor è chinol frena è furor longa che el suo possessorè spesso à vergogno è talhor mena à morte Anger is a short furie and to him who will not brydle it it is a longsome furie which bringeth the possessour either to shame or death That happie and learned Father Saint Agustein makes a very godlie and religious discourse in his conflict of vertue and vyce first he maketh anger to speake Quae aequanimiter ergate ferri non possunt haec patienter ommino tollerare peccatum est quia nisi eis cum magna exasperatione resistatur contra te deinceps sine mensura cumulantur Who will not behaue themselues well towardes you it is a sinne to suffer such wrongs with patience because if thou resist them not with great bitternesse and malitious heatred of heart they will without all kinde of measure heape more vengence on thee But deere Christian heare how he maketh Patience to answere Si passio Redemptoris ad mentem reducitur nihil tam durum quod non aeque toleretur quanta enim sunt haec quae patimur comparatione illius ille opprobria irrisiones contumelias allapas sputa flagella spiniam Coronam Crucemque susâ—inuit nos misert vno sermone fatigamur vno verbo deijcimur But if thou woldest call to minde the Passion of our Maister and Saviour Jesus Christ There is nothing in the world so greivous or heavie that thou woldest not suffer Alas what can we suffer in respect of him he suffered shame and mocking contumelies buffets spitting in his face scourges and the Crowne of thorne and last of all he was Crucified and we poore soules are over-throwne with simple speech a word casts vs downe O what a bright mirror may the Patience of Christ be to man even in his greatest wretchednesse and misery Let him call to minde the Passion of our Saviour and then we shall see what great oddes is betwix his suffering and our suffering It is onely the example of such a kinde and loving master will giue the patience if thou confidest in Christ and art a true Christian Doctrina viri per patientiam noscitur Againe will we deeply consider and we shal finde that in this transetoreous life that our estate is but meere misery and a continuall change of sorrow so our best is not else but vexation of minde and greef vpon greef We are heere in this world like the diseased creature warsling and stil turning on a bed of sorrow burdained with sicknes and can finde no repose no satled lare nor no rest to our restles tortring-tribulations Or we are here like the wearied Pilgrim who in many forraine Countries far from his owne soyle liveth exiled from his naturall home and still wandering through many strange parts in sundry perels and divers dangers of his life spending his dayes and most parte of his nights in restlesse travell he walketh the solitary deserts and wanders along the spatious wildernesse some-times oppressed with the vehemency of heat and some-times tormented with the extremity of colde when charitable harts affords him hospitality and refreshment to his hungry bowels how contented will he be and how welcome will that rest and repose be then he be ginneth to recall his past perrels to a reckoning when all his paines are turned to pleasure and when his longsome journey ends which brings an end to all his miseries when his fatigations is refreshed and his peregrinations hath no farther course then rypeth he a fruitfull harvest a joyfull season and al the wearied Pilgrims paines are transformed in pleasure We are all on earth going our pilgramage tosting and tumbling vpon the large and depe Seaes of this world threatned with the devouring gulfes of temptations and still allured with the glittering vanities of this present life Christ Jesus being our carefull Pilot he crieth to vs poore passingers and bids vs take heed to our journay that we perish not in our passage but that we may be still earnest and watchfull how to arryue to that saif harbery of all tranquillitie that heavenly and eternall joy which shall finish all our troublesome travels How may the thought of this progresse make vs to hate to disdaine and contemne the vain-glory of this world O how should we close our eies and winke at such abuse such superstitious vanities Tell me who ever lived in greatest pompe or who ever yet to this houre had most command over this world but was forced to dye and after death be as it were quyte forgotten Holy Iob sayeth That their memory should be like ashes troad vnder foote And the Prophet Dauid saieth That they should be as dust blowen abroad with the winde For what is all our glory orwhat is all our ornaments Noght else but filth Our silkes and velvots which we wrap our selues in is noght else bot the excraments of wormes and all our estimations are but borrowed from beasts our retches comes from the Centure of the earth And so all this that makes vs proud is but very filth Then what art thou O man Or what shall I compare thy self to to noght else but to dust and all thy glory is but earth dust blowne before the winde thou art a masse of earth wraped vp in earth This made the wisdom of GOD say to mankinde Quid superbitterra cinis Why doeth earth and dust become proud When we haue tryed all things in this world then with experience we will say all things are vanishing like smooke nothing is durable excep the glory of GOD all must turne to noght What then shall rest to that soule who trusts in this earthly Paradice Let his terrestial estate first consider the sight of the star-spangled-heavens the glorious Sun the light-borrowing Moone the bewtie of women delicat meates savory gusts of sweet frutes pleasant harmonies of fine wel-sounding instruments odeferous and fair floorished gardens braue
Lesse travaile farre would gaine eternall joy Which sweet Reward all earthly paines exceeds But thou art mad and in thy madnesse strange To quit thy God and take the devill in change At threatning ever senslesse deafe and dumb Thou never lookes on thy swift-running-Glasse Nor terror of the Judgement for to come But still thou thinks thy pleasure can not passe All is deceit and thou hast no regard Gods wrath at last the sinner will reward To pray to God why then thou art asham'd For sinne in thee shall suffer seandalies Thy rusty filth of conscience shall be blam'd Besides thy soule hath spoil'd her faculties Thus doth the deuill so hold thee still aback Euen to the death and then thy soule doth take Alas poore soule when God did first thee frame Most excellent most glorious and perfit But since thou in that carnall body came Thy favour 's lost spoil'd is thy substance quite O that thou would repent and turne in time God wil thee purge clange thee of thy crime God is a God of vengeance yet doth stay And sparing waites if thou thy life will mend With harmlesse threatnings oft he doth assay And oft he doth sweet words of comfort send If thou repent his anger will asswage If not he will condemne thee in his rage The sonne of God he for thy sinfull sake To saue thy soule with care he did provide Mans filthy nature on him he did take That he both cold and hunger might abide He many yeers on earth great wōders wrought Still persecute and still his life was sought When as his time of bitter death drew neere The agony was so extreame he felt That when he pray'd vnto his Father deere In sweating drops of bloud he seem'd to melt Nail'd on the Crosse he suffer'd cruell smart vvhen as they pierc'd his hands his feet his hart Great torment more was laid on him alone For thee and all mankind who will beleeue Thou was not bought with siluer gold nor stone But Christ his life and precious bloud did giue O let not then his bloud be shed in vaine Whil'st thou hast time turne to thy God againe THE SORROVVFVLL SONG OF A CONVERTED SINNER JOB 7. CAP. I haue sinned what shall I doe vnto thee O thou preseruer of mankinde LEd with the terrour of my grievous sinnes Before Gods mighty Throne I do compeare The horrour of my halfe-burst heart begins To strike my sinfull soule with trembling feare Where shall I seeke secourse or finde redresse Who can my fearefull tort'ring thoughts devorce Who can me comfort in my great distresse Or who can end the rage of my remorce I at compassions dore hath begg'd so long That I am hoarce and yet can not be heard Amids my woes sad silence is my song From mirthlesse-me all pleasure is debard O time vntimely time why was I borne To liue sequestred solitar alone Within a wildernesse of Cares forlorne Which grants no limit to my mart'ring Mone My mart'ring Mone with wofull words doth pierce The aire and next from hollow Caues rebounds This aequiuox my sorrow doth rehearse And fills my eares with tributarie sounds These sounds discends within my slaught'red hart And there transform'd in bleeding drops appeares Next to my eyes drawen vp with cruell smart In water chang'd and then distill'd in teares My teares which falls with force vpon the ground Jn numbers great of little sparks doth spread And in each spark my dolefull pictures found J in each picture tragick stories read I read Characters both of sinne and shame Drawne with the colours of my owne disgrace In figures black of impious defame Which painted stands in my disastred face I breathlesse faint with burthen of their woes Such is my paine it will not be expell'd Doe what I can I can finde no repose All hope of help against me is rebell'd Gods mercie 's great I will expell dispaire With praying still I shall the heavens molest Both night and day vnto my God repaire He will me heare and help my soule opprest The thought of hell makes all my haires aspire Where gnashing teeth sad sorows doth out-sound Where damned soules still boiles in flaming fire And where all endlesse torment doth abound Had they but hope it might appease their griefe That in ten thousand yeares they should be free But all in vaine despaire without reliefe Gods word eternall most eternall be When as our Christ in Judgement shall appeare Cloath'd with the Glory of his shining light And when each soule the trūpets sound shal heare They with their corps must com before Gods sight The Angels all and happy troups of heaven Incirkled rounds theatred in each place A reck'ning sharp of eu'ry one is given Before the Saints and Gods most glorious face The sloathfull sinner then shall be asham'd Who in his life would neither mend nor mourne To heare that sentence openly there proclaim'd Goe wicked to eternall fire and burne And to his blessed company he sayes The Angels to my Kingdome shall convoy With endlesse mirth because ye knew my wayes Come rest with me in never-ending joy O let me Lord be one of thy elect And once againe thy loue to me restore Let thy inspiring grace my spirit protect With thee to bide and never part no more Once call to minde how deerly I am bought When thy sweet corps was spred vpon the Rood Thy suff'ring torment my saluation wrought Thy paines thy death and shedding of thy blood O seeke not then my soule for to assaile Against thy might how can I make defence Thy bleeding death for me will naught auaile Jf thou should damne me for my lewd offence Try not thy strength against me wretched worme I am but dust before thy furious winde Nor haue I force to bide thy angry storme Then rather farre let me thy favour finde I Caitiue on this earth doth loure and creepe I prostrate fall before the heavens defaite On thee sweet Christ with mourning tears I weepe To pittie this my weake and poore estate My poore estate which rob'd of all content And nothing else but dolours doth retaine The treasure of my griefe is never spent But still in secret sorrow I complaine Heare my complaint mark wel my words ô Lord Thou searcher of all hearts in euery kinde Thou to my true conuertion beare record And sweepe away my sinnes out of thy minde I sacrifice to thee my Saviour sweet And patient God who gaue me leaue to liue My sighing-teares and bleeding heart contreit I haue naught else nor ritcher gift to giue Thou God the Father thou created me And made all things obedient to mans will Thou sonne of God to saue my soule didst die And Holy ghost thou sanctifiest me still Thou Father Sonne thou holy Ghost divine On my poore soule let your ritch glory shine FINIS TO THE ESTATE OF VVORLDLIE ESTATES Tempora mutantur et nos mutamur in illis EAch hath his Time whom Fortune will aduance Whose
impossible did seeme I haples I once happie I became Now sweetest joy is turn'd to bitter gall The higher vp the greater was my fall What passing Follies are in high Estates Whose foolish hopes giues promise to aspire Self-flatt'rie still doth maske the feare of fates Till vnawars deceiu'd in sought desire This breeds dispare thē force of Fortunes change Sett's high Estates in dread and perrill strange There secret grudge Envie and Treason dwelles There Justice lies in Dole-bewraying weede There flyding Time with alt'ring feates still telles The great Attempts ambitious mindes doe breed They who haue most stil hunts for more more They most desire that most ar choak'd with store Henceforth will I forsake Terrestiall Toyes Which are nought else but shawdowes of deceat What cover'd danger is in earthly joyes When vilde Envie triumphes on each Estate Thou Traytour Time thy Treason doth betray And makes youths Spring in florish faire decay What 's in Experience which I haue not sought All in that All my will I did advance At highest rate all these my witts are bought In Fortunes-Lottrie I haue try'd my Chance So what I haue I haue it not by showe But by Experience which I truely knowe Long haue I searcht and now at last I finde Eye-pleasing Calmes the tempest doth obscure When I in glory of my prosperous winde With white-sweld-sayles on gentle seas secure And when I thoght my loadstar shinde most faire Ev'n then my hopes made shipwrack on dispaire My sight is dark whil'st I am over-throwne Poore silly Barke that did pure loue possesse With great vngratefull stormes thus am I blowne On ruthlesse Rocks still deafe at my distresse So long-sought-Conquest doth in ruin's bost And saies behold thy loue and labor 's lost Since all my loue and labor 's lost let Fame Spit forth her hate and with that hatefull scorne In darke oblivion sepulchrize my name And tell the world that I was never borne In me all earthly dream'd-of-joy shall ende As Indian hearbs which in black smok I spend Al-doting pleasure that all tempting-devill I shall abhor as a contag'ous Pest I 'le purge and clense my senses of that Evill I sweare and vow still in this vow to rest In sable-habit of the mourning blacke I 'le solemnize my oath and vow I make Then goe vaine World confused Masse of nought Thy bitternesse hath now abus'd my braine Avoid thy deu'llish Fancy from my thought With idle toyes torment me not againe My Time which thy alluring folly spent With heart contreat and teares I doe repent FINIS FROM ITALY to SCOTLAND his Soyle TO thee my Soyle where first I did receaue my breath These mournefull Obsequies I sing Before my Swan-like Death My loue by Nature bound Which spotles loue as dew Even on the Altar of my heart I sacrifice to yow Thy endlesse worth through worlds Beginning still begunne Long may it shine with beames most bright Of vneclipsed-Sunne And long may thou Triumph With thy vnconquer'd hand And with the Kindomes of thy King Both Sea and Earth command At thy great Triple-force This trimbling world still stoup's Thy Martiall Arme shall over-match The Macedonian trup's And thou the Trophees great Of glory shall erect The Confeins of this spatious Glob Thy Courage shall detect O happie Soyle Vnyt Let thy Emperiall breath Expell seditious Muteners The excraments of wrath With Honor Trueth and Loue Maintaine thy thre-fold-Crowne Then so shalt thou with wondrous worth Inritch thy ritch Renowne In spight of Envyes pride Still may thy florish'd Fame Confound thy foes defend thy right And spurne at Cowards shame Amidst my sorrowing greef My wandring in exyle Oft looke I to that Arth and saies Far-well sweete Britains Iyle TO THE GHOST OF THE right Honorable JOHN GRAHAME Earle of MONTROIS sometime Vice-Roy of North-Britaine THy meriet great to Honor gaue a Crowne In Invyes-spight thy spotles Faith did shine Thy stately Fame inthrond thy ritch renowne And Deaths triumph hath made thy soule divine Death kild thy mortall Corps But not thy glorious Name Whose life is stil with wings-born-vp Of Honor Faith and Fame AGAINST TIME SONNET GOe Traytour Time and authorize my wrong My wrack my wo my wayting on bewray Looke on my heart which by thy shifts so long Thou Tyranniz'd with Treason to betray My hopes are fled my thoughts are gone astray And senslesse I haue sorrow in such store That paine it selfe to whom I am a pray Of me hath made a mart'red-man and more Goe goe then Time I hatefull thee implore To memorize my sad and matchlesse mone Whilst thy decepts by Death I shall decore My losse of life shall make them known each one So I poore I I sing with Swan-like-song Goe Traytour Time and Authorize my wrong FINIS HIS DYING SONG Circundederunt me dolores mortis pericula inferni in venerunt me NOw haplesse Heart what can thy sors asswage Since thou art gript with horror of deaths hād Thou baleful-thou becoms the Tragick stage Where all my tortring thoughts theatred stand Grief feare death thoght each in a mōstrous kinde Like vgly monsters muster in my minde Thou loathsome bed to restlesse-martred Mee Voide of repose fil'd with consuming cares I will breath forth my wretched life on thee For quenchlesse wo and paine my graue prepares Vnto pale-agonizing Death am thrall Then must I goe and answere to his call O Memorie most bitter to that man Whose God is Golde and hoords it vp in store But O that blind-deceiuing Wealth what can It saue a life or add one minute more When he at rest rich-treasure in his sight His Soule poore foole is tane away that night And strangers gets the substance of his gaine Which he long sought with endles toyles to finde This vilde worlds-filth and excraments most vaine He needs must dye and leaue it all behinde O man in minde remember this and mourne Naked thou cam'st and Naked must retourne I naked came and naked must retourne Earths start'ring pleasure is an idle toy For now I sweare my very Soule doth spurne That breath that froth that moment-fleeting-joy Then fare-well World let him betrai'd still bost Of all mischiefe that in Thee trusteth most Burnt Candle all thy store consum'd thou end 's Thy lightning splendor threats for to be gone O how dost thou resemble Mee that spend 's And sighs forth life in sighing forth my mone Thy light Thee lothes I loth this lothed life Full of deceipt false-envie grudge and strife I call on Time Tim's alt'red by the change I call on Friends Friends haue clos'd vp their eares I call on Earthly-powers and they are strange I call in vaine when Pittie none appeares Both Time and Friends both Earthly-powers and al All in disdaine are deafe at my hoarse call Then Prayer flow from my heart-humbling-knees To the supreame Coelestiall power aspire Shew thou my grief to Heavens-al-seing-eies Who never yet deny'd my just desire Mans-help is nought O GOD thy help I craue Whose spotles-bloud my spotted-soule did saue Then take my soule which bought by thee is thine Earth-harbring-worms take thou my corps of clay O Christ on me eternall mercy shine Thy bleiding wounds wash all my sins away I come I come to thee O Jesu sweit And in thy hands I recommend my spirit FINIS Math. 7. Chap. 21. Psal Pro. 21. Cap. Iudg. 6. Cap. Pro. 20 Cap. Exo. 22. Cap. Rom. 13. cap. Pro. 25. cap. Deutro 1. cap. Pro. 14. Cap. Deutr. 16. Cap. 16. Cap. Luk. 13 Eccle. 26. cap. Pro. 23. Cap. Reu. 22. cap. Mat. 21 Cap. 47 Mat. 7. Reuel cap. 13. 17. cap. Ier. 1. cap. Mat. 10 cap. Reue. 3. cap. Ier. 3. cap. Psal 7. Deut. cap. 32. Exod. cap. 20. 2 Epist 2. cap. 2. Cor. 4. cap. Esay 2. cap. Mat. 5. Eph. 5. cap. Mat. 23 cap. Mat. 7. cap. Mat. 12 cap. Deu. 32. cap. Colos 2. cap. Eccl. 38 cap. 1. Timo. 2. cap. 3. Cap. 5. Cap. 5. Math. 5. Cap. 6. Cap. 1. Cor. 7. cap. Mark 10. cap. Luk. 16. cap. Gen. 2. cap. Cor. 11. cap. Deu. 24. cap. cap. 8. Prov. cap. 5. Prover cap. 7. 1. Tim. 2. cap. Eccl. 26. cap. Esay 49 cap. Iam. 3 Epist Eccl. 25 cap. Eccl. 42 cap. Iudges 14. cap. Pro. 12. cap. Reuel 20. cap. Gen. 6. cap. Pro. 16. Cap. Pro. 15. cap. Pro. 28. cap. Math. 5. Cap. Hebr. 2. Cap. Gen. 1. cap. Esay 5. 4. Esay 30. Cap. 33. Cap. Reuel S. Iohn 3. Cap. 53. Cap. 3. Cap. 1. Corin. 2. Cap. Isay 25. cap. Reuel 7. cap. Reuel 21. cap. Roma 8. cap. Phil. 3. cap. Luk. 19. cap. Apoca. of S. Iohn 21. cap. 2. Cap. Ephe. 5. cap. Iudg. 7. Cap. Prou. 19. cap. Philip. 4. cap. 1 Cor. 10. cap. Deut. 13. cap. Iohn 7. cap. Nahum 1. cap. Iob. 18. cap. Iere. 2. cap. Esay 1. cap. Nahum 1. cap. Esay 64 cap. Esay 60 cap. 61. cap. Esek 18 cap. Esay 1. cap. Math. 20. cap. Mark 16 cap. Ephes 4. cap. Ephes 5. cap. 1. S. Pet 4. cap. Esay 66. cap. 1. cap. Mat. 25 cap. 4. cap. Esay 40. cap. Isay 58. Cap. Reuel 14. cap.