thinks thy Noble Soul Should not be timorous Who 's he dares Mortimer controule Fate must not menace us ISSABEL I could rejoyce that he were dead But that I durst conspire To macerate his vitall thread Is horrible and Dire MORTIMER In that in that alone faire Queen Thy Love is manifest All had been nought had this not been In sanguine Lines expre'st ISSABEL Then let our Loves obstructer die But I Prognosticate Many that his Throne shall supplie Shall taste the selfe-same Fate MORTIMER No matter I am sure my brow Shall ne're empaled be With Brittains wreath a Crown I know Was not ordain'd for mee ISSABEL Oh but unhappie Edwards Sonne See'st not how he does lower Hee knowes although a Child what 's done He must ere long have power MORTIMER But I 'le anticipate his time The Boy shall to his Syre That he is Edwards is his Crime Ere long he shall expire ISSABEL But my distress'd Soule doth Divine Thou by his rage shalt Perish I justly in a Prison pine That durst such Treason cherish EPIG 22. To the hopefull and excellently Ingenious Mr. JOHN QUARLES IT were a Treason ' gainst Apollo's Gam Should I not consecrate one Epigram To thee sweet Quarles whose Person though I ne'r Did blesse my eyes with I affect most dear Heyre to thy Fathers Genius Hee whose Braine Measur'd the Earth and Fathomed the Maine Whose Theologick Layes I do admire Who drew the Starr's down with his Thespian Lyre How like thy Father dost thou strike the Strings Soaring aloft borne on those very wings Rap't him to the third Heaven where hee 's now Wearing as faire an Anadem on 's brow As god-like Bartas claimes go thou but on And doubt not of a Chaplet and a Throne EPIG 23. On Mr. Chapmans Incomparable Translation of Homers Workes VVHat none before durst ever venture on Unto our wonder is by Chapman done Who by his skill hath made great Homers Song To vaile it's Bonnet to our English tongue So that the Learned well may question it Whether in Greek or English Homer writ O happy Homer such an able Pen To have for thy Translator happier then * By Golding Ovid or * By Phaer Virgil who beyond their strength Are sttretcht each Sentence neare a Mile in length But our renoun'd Chapman worthy praise And meriting the never blasted Bayes Had rendered Homer in a genuine sence Yea and hath added to his Eloquence And in his Comments his true sence doth shew Telling Spondanus what he ought to know Eusthatius and all that on them take Great Homers Mistick meaning plaine to make Yeeld him more dark with farr fetcht Allegories Sometimes mistaking clean his learned Stories As 'bout the flie * Menalaus Agamemnons Brother a Soft pated Prince as Homer covertly renders him throughout his Illiads and as Mr. Chapman hath aptly observed in Homer Menalaus did inspire Junos retreat Achilles strange desire but he to his own sence doth him restore And Comments on him better then before Any could do for which with Homer wee Will yeeld all Honour to his Memory EPIG 24. Epitaph on Mr. Flood REader thou need'st no Inundation feare Yet be it known a Flood 's Imprisoned here EPIG 25. To Mr. E. G. YOu say Sir that I do obscurely live And my retyr'dnesse doth suspicion give Fame you say on wings doth flie Whole aves himselfe doth living die 'T is true I do in darknesse goe That I am thought-bound well I know Honour I seek not I flight Fame I feele within what those do blame That are without I scorn 't is true The World it me I honour you EPIG 26. Epitaph on Mr. James Gourd a singing-man HFre lies a Chorister whose voice appli'd Unto the Organ oft hath dignifi'd His maker who so likt his Carroling He took him into heaven there to sing EPIG 27. To the PARLIAMENT of ENGLAND YOu are the Braine the Liver and the Heart Wee are the Hands Of this great Body and the Vitall part The Feet whereon it stands The Bones and Bulke which must the Burthen beare Therefore without offence With you wee sure may claime an equall share ' Specially in the Common sence EPIG 28. To Mr. Edward Gosling pittying my want of Books THe rage of these rude times hath snatch'd away My Books from Aesop to Mirandula I now for Books have 'bove my head the skies The Truth for Light and Reason for my Eyes Under me Earth about me Ayre and Sea Vertue for Guide and Nature for my Way And truth to say in Books as Clouds men see Of whose Embracements Centaures gotten be EPIG 29. A Paralell AS Humours drawn up from the Ground Are unto many Functions bound ' Cause of their native property And climes through which their journeys be Some Meteors that amaze below Some Comets that fore-threaten woe Some hailestones that afflict the earth Some raine which hastens every birth Lightning and Thunder made of those Cold regions double heates inclose So is mankind in other fashion Rais'd and let fall with his own passion Form'd Transformed made instruments In many shapes and many vents Feeding great men as Vapours do And vading Scourge their Parents too Some mishap'd Meteors terrifying True Spirits under Tyrants lying Others like Windes and made to blow To breath themselves and overthrow Others some like Dewes where they touch Exhalation-like some flame too much Hatching in heates of power and will Thunders and Flames t' amaze and kill EPIG 30. To Mr. John Sob of these times FAme and Religion but assure Vaine man to give wounds and endure Those Princes still most famous are Who staine most earth with blood in warre As when windes ' mongst themselves do jarre So restlesse humours bring forth warre Seas then are tost the waves do fight The people beare the wounds of might All the diseases of the head Descending till the Limbs be dead EPIG 31. The Character of an accomplisht Man HEe that is moulded of a noble mind Dares beare with Atlas Heaven on his back Flies not with feathers of a Buzzard kind Doth reverence not feare the Thunder crack Sups up his sighs and swallowes down his griefe Beggs but of God or of his great Vicegerents Cannot endure to name the word Reliefe And serves but Honour or her lov'd Adherents Knowes his Deserts and yet cannot Importune Bites on bare need and yet laments no lack Hates to be call'd or thought the Child of Fortune Stoops not to Death untill his heart-strings crack Lives like himselfe and at his latest breath Dies like himselfe a Conquerour of Death EPIG 32. To his Excellency the Lord Generall Cromwell SIr Power is proud till it look down to Feare Though onely safe by ever looking there Kings Thrones were ever like enchanted fires Mighty to see and easie to passe over The Torrid Zone of Tyranny retyres Into the Frigid and can ne're recover Its Pristine Station when t' is dislocated By Providence and Power ingemminated Sir â— confesse when one man
and earth his twelve deliverers he One where of fell into the dreadfull Sea Before him calls their number he makes even And gives them residence neare him in Heaven THE ALLEGORY MIraculous Prediction sugered song Wonderously warbled by an Heathens tongue Christ the true Jove the Lord and King of Heaven By the Decree of Providence was driven As 't were in exile doom'd mans form to take Our Grandsyres Garden-Sin to expiate Twelve Dovelike men regard their innocence Not tutord in the Schole of eloquence When by sterne Tyrants rage Christs sacred Truth Lay gasping Kill'd in'ts Non-age ere grown youth From their mellifluous mouthes such Nectar flowes The infant Veritie a strong man growes And Jesus is acknowledg'd the sole Lord Of Heaven and Earth Judas a deed abhor'd Put on by unresisted power of Fate To his damnation dares to perpetrate Into Avernus falls black Barathrum The wickeds burning Mare Mortuum But the worlds Architector doth supply That losse and makes up the Society When in the shape of fiery tongues his spirit Findes a fit man the office to inherit Who now in one mixt concord joyntly sing Tryumphant Paeans to their Heavenly King EPIG 21. To Mr. Glascow a solution of his Question what Wit is and who ought chiefly to drink Sherrie HEe 's wittie and he onely that can speak Things little greatly and things dull and weake In their own entity can so embelish With flowry eloquence that they shall relish The nicest pallat can make Barren things And empty honoured as the Acts of Kings Rendering them fruitfully and fully too The man my Glascow that these things can do May be called wittie for his skill Divine And worth the favour of the God of Wine EPIG 22. Joves Raping Europa IF we beleeve the wittie Sulâ—ian Jove Was pleas'd in shape a lustfull â—ull to prove In all proportion sure as strong as he Leap't the prodigious lustfull Pasiphae For faire Europas sake great Jove thy brow Should have had hornes when Io was a Cow EPIG 23. Lucians memoriall COuld Charon chuse but laugh alow'd To see thy Soule ' mongst others crowd Who with such art did'st him deride To have passage to the other side Or wer 't thou not so much abhord By him he threw thee over board Hating thy Trunke should lade his Wherrie Now in Cocytus fishes worrie Thy Ravens Soule Fishes in Forme As once thy carrion lumpe was torne On earth thou can'st not now aspire To carp at the Meonian Lyre Excellent Rogue erect thy eyes See all the deathlesse Dieties Laugh at thy dolor and esteem It just because thou didst blaspheme EPIG 24. The transformation of Narcissus NArcissus once a Cupid add but wings Who too much trusted to deceitfull springs A flower now to the flood enclines and so By that which was his ruine he doth grow While with Narcissus on our selves we doate We lose our selves and act we know not what EPIG 25. T is money makes the man NOw onely wealth prevailes let him be base Descended of a vile and vulgar race Be he a sot a foole yea a meere swine Yet if he have but money and goe fine He shall be honour'd by our sonnes of earth As the best he that comes of noble birth Be he debauch'd yet he 's a second Cato Money makes him divine he equalls Plato He 's Virtuous Wise well borne and what you will That can with money both his pockets fill EPIG 26. To Mrs. Rhodes SItting reading ever spinning Knitting kneading never linning Painting progging ever doing Fainting cogging ever woing For knacks as Girdles Ribbons Lace Striving at Feasts for the best place Yet still at hatred spited loathed As unto Lust and Hell betrothed Well may it be if truely Bernard sweares That Devils sway thy eyes and stop thy eares EPIG 27. Epitaph on a young man that dyed on his Wedding Day HYmen hath lost his honour here doth lie A young man who as soon as wed did die EPIG 28. On the death of Mary Queen of Scots THe doome of Judges fore appointed Racking the Law beyond all reason To death condemn'd a Queen anointed Without allegiance finding Treason The Axe to do the execution Shun'd to cut of a head once crown'd The Hangman lost his Resolution To kill a Queen so much renound Remorse in hangmen and in steele Yet Judges no remorse to feele O henceforth may there ne're be seen By English eyes a headlesse Queen EPIG 29. To my much honoured unckle M. Paul Clapham VVHy bring'st thou not to light thy worthy layes That we may crown thee with a wreath of Bays But thou art wiser far alas then I And scorn'st to have those judge thy poesie Whose sordid souls cannot afford them Art Of Hopkins maymed Psalmes to sing a part Who take the lines to pieces that they read Wound some wire-drawing others and do need A Prompter M. P's Sonnets to con or'e But let not these Deare Sir I you implore Hinder the wise from what they else might gaine Who shall with shouts reward your learned paine For though we cannot tie the tongues of Fooles 'T were madnesse therefore to pull down the Schools EPIG 30. On Sir Phillip Sydneys Decease VVHen * Venus Aericina saw brave Sydney die She threw her purple Ceston clean away As when Adonis bath'd in blood did lie At her faire feet weeping she thus did say For Mars I plaine and not for him alone In Sydney Mars and * A name of Apollo Sminthus both are gone EPIG 31. Disorder the fore-runner of Ruine BOth bodies Politick and Naturall By this ill-shaped enemy doe fall * The Ottoman Empire Christendomes whip who now doth so are so high By this in her own ruine low shall lie Factions those Comma's are ordain'd by God When he 'l bring Kingdomes to their period EPIG 32. A journey to Totnam Court IT was the time when Lady VER had dight The earth with garments green and pleasant flowers When Virgins for to walk the fields delight There for to sport them with their Paramours I with a crew of those whose youthfull blood Did swiftly glide within them went to walke All of us being in a merry mood Joves thigh-borne sonne compell'd our tongues to talke With us a traine of Nymphs in garments gay Whose beauties dim'd the Sun did passe along And unto Totnam Court we took our way To heare sweet Philomell's delitious song But so it hap'd the Heavens began to lowre While thunder rent the Aire the lightning flame Shot from the Clouds who 'gan amaine to powre Jove squeez'd their spungie sides and now we came For shelter to a pleasant seated Grove Whose branches met there each man did imbrace A Beauty and I think the Queen of Love Had tane up that for her residing place For er'e we parted thence the Lasses brave Had what Aeneas unto Dido gave EPIG 33. Valour alwaies accompanied with Love THey swell with LOVE that are with VALOVR prest VENVS DOVES in a head-piece wish to rest
* HECTOR Priamides and stronger farre Then big-bon'd Ajax that thy skill did shine Suparlatively in Warrs art to thine That Caesars vici was but slow that all Which makes an able Statesman thou migh'st call Thine and thine onely that thy mighty Soule Dispans'd extended unto either Pole Truth must acknowledge that thy Royall Lord Durst to have morgag'd unto thee his Sword So great his confidence during whose Reigne Thou shon'st a Constellation next his Waine And t is not yet decided whether thou Or he were more resplendent on thy brow Sate Terror mixt with Wisedome and at once Saturne and Hermes in thy Countenance Second Sejanus in thy fall we see Nosce teipsum was not known to thee EPIG 40. On the Death of the truely learned and exquisitely Vertuous I. D. Esquire VVHen Fates impartial hand shall summon me It will increase my Joy to visite thee Yet we must sympathize and on thy Herse Powre out a Sable teare to write a Verse With your swart weeds my Azure lines agree Amourners beauty is deformity Blame not the * The Parcae Three for this sad Fate they do Consume themselves in teares as well as you 'T was not their will so faire a flower should stay So short a time and fade so soone away They had resolv'd upon this common State He should have acted out old Nestors Age While they their over-busied hands conjoyne With curious Art to draw the fatall twine To a full length they forc'd the same so small That unawares alack it brake withall And all but right should they do heaven wrong To keep his precious Soule on Earth so long That long'd to part should they his Joyes repreive And kill him thus by keeping him alive Heaven then took pitty and could not dispence With this their kindnesse therefore Rap't him hence EPIG 41. A Cobler to Plato on his Commonwealth ARistos Son behold wee all agree To have the Government prescrib'd by thee And sit enthron'd even in our drudgerie EPIG 42. To Mr. G. K. SIr I do runne but you attaine the prize 'T is better to be Fortunate then Wise Besides by Randalle's Exit it appeares Witt 's a Disease that kills men in few yeares Which bids me this Prediction freely give Longer then Nestor you are like to live EPIG 43. To Will Lee the Bookseller at Pauls Chaine SYrrah thou art so base a Foole that I Think thee not worth my Anger else I 'de try In ARCHILOCHVS tone so loude to sing With a Quill borrowed from a Ravens wing Penning such fatall Scripture thou thou Elfe But hearing it should'st streightway hang thy selfe But I am mercifull repent thy ill And know no sword cutts deeper then my Quill EPIG 44. To Lydia scorning him I Care not now still harden know that I By viewing thee begin to Petrefie Though thou art Rockie yet the Gods assent I am the stone must be thy Monument EPIG 45. To I. Buzby TH' art not in debt thou swear'st and I dare say it For those alone do owe that meane to pay it EPIG 46. Epitaph on Mr. Fountaine and his young Son dying and being buried together in one Grave FOuntaine of teares shed here here lies a man In whom a Fount of Learning gliding ran Yet cruell death this living Fountaine stop'd The pleasant Palme that grew beside it crop't You may search farr and yet not find a Well Fit with this matchlesse Fount to paralell EPIG 47. The deliverance from a garrulous vain-glorious Scholar in Sion Coledge TO I. P's Chamber I one day resorted Where the young man to me rare things imparted As first his Study full of Learned Books On which I dare be sworn he seldome looks Then next a Chamber at the Eastern end Thereof a bed to entertaine a Friend Then led he me towards a gloomie hole Quoth he this is repleat with Wood and Coale Not so well stuff'd was Epeus Brazen steed Then he discover'd boxes full of seed Which fed his Finches and Canary-Birds And then he led me to his house of Gravely Discoursing all the tedious way That Athanasius in a Cistern lay Fearefull of Arius seven yeares and more Not halfe so sweet then next he op'd a dore Discovers a large Shelfe of Boots and Shoes Refulgent Sol said I that al things views Rescue oh rescue me great Dietie This Foole will kill me with 's discovery Apollo heard one towards us did advance And so great Phoebus saved me by chance The end of the Fourth Book EPIGRAMS THE FIFTH BOOK EPIG 1. To Lydia TO thee faire Nymph my life my love my gaze Thought-chaste Dictinna Natures onely maze More Lovely then was bright Astioche Or Junos hand-mayd sacred Diope I didicate these labours Read I pray For thine eyes stellifie all they survey EPIG 2. Vnmanly Feare THunder affrighteth Infants in the Schooles And Threatnings are the Conquerours of Fooles EPIG 3. To Cap. Purvey True Vallour ever accompanied with deliberate Advice RAsh Isidas the Lacedemon Lord That naked fought against the Theban power Although they crownd his Vallour by accord Yet was he fin'd for rashnesse that same hour For in attempting Prowesse is not meant But wisely doing what we do attempt EPIG 4. A Callidonians Character A * Scotland anciently called Callidonia Callidonian ever at his birth Doth enter Hell and when he goes from Earth He leaves tormenting Tophet wonderous well Assur'd there cannot be a worser Hell EPIG 5. To Mr. E. H. Complaining of his Wife SIr be content let this your hopes uphold Venus was but a Queane Juno a Scold EPIG 6. Sir John Harringtons translation of Ariosto ARiost beyond Protagoras did lim ' Better then Zeuxes could th' hast rendred him EPIG 7. Uni omnia sola Cur ego felici numeros ab Apolline poscam Cur Pindi aerij culmina nota velim Cur mea Daphneae cingant ut tempora laurus Ex Aganipaeo pocula fonte petam Cur ego lascivam Venerem Venerisque puellum Suppliciter multa solicitabo prece Telaque plus metuam pueri quam mille Phalanges Et plusquam Aegiochi fulmina rauca faces Quid pharetram ex humeris pueri sine fine sonantem Vdave ne lachrymis lumina sepe fluant Quid toties ducam suspiria pectore ab inâ—o Quid cadet aversos ante querela Deos Perdere si certo potis es me sola dolore Solaque me certa Nympha levare manu Adspice quam ô variis distringar Lydia curis Adspice quam ô nulla parte quiescat Amor Tu mihi sola quies quae fix'ti vulnera amoris Quaeque noces medicam sola adhibebis opem Nam mihi tu Phaebus to Pindus Laurus unda Tu mihi blanda Venus tu mihi dulcis Amor Tela Faces Pharetrae Lachrymae Suspiria Questus Omnia at hei quum sis cur ita nulla meaes EPIG 8. To Mr. John Sands on his excellent Water-Worke called the Chaos FRiend thou the Chaos hast in every part So well expressed by the power