call This mighty Princes milde Receipt of All Not only such as rude and Reason-less Serue like him Self dumb Idols Blocks Beasts But such as matching our Zeal's holy Heighth Are Abrah'ms Seed both in their Flesh and Faith Which wisely haue and timely turn'd submiss The deadly Edge of his drad Vengeances I praise the Lord for such a Foe so meek To yielding Lambes to Lyons Lyon-like As flexible to humble Tears as fel To Resolutions that in vain rebell Sith therefore yet we may haue Choise for Iurie Of War or Peace his Fauor or his Furie Winking in Dangers let 's not Wilfully Follow our Fathers stubborn Sur-â—uidry But striking Saile in such Storms violence Let 's liue secure vnder so good a Prince Yet None miss-take that I this Counsaile giue To saue My Stake as one too-fain to liue Alas my Years are of them Selues of age To dye alone without Assyrians Rage Without the help of their keen Dart or Pole To launce my Hart or to let out my Soule Where were my Youth's Spring now re-flowr'd again â—nd heateful blood boyling in euery vein â—y Zeale to GOD and to my Country's Good â—hould shew me well no Niggard of my Blood â—ight Samson-like My Death bring Death to all â—he Pagan Hoast and their proud General â—ut more I feare least with a Zeal too-Yong We fighting for the Law the Law impugne â—nciting so the Soldiers Insolence â—censing so the Fury of the Prince â—hat they by Conquest of one Day vndoo â—eer Izrael and drown GOD's Glory too â—or Wee bereft What People in This Place â—ruely-religious shal implore His grace Who of all Nations that dispersed Wun â—rom Shores of Indus to the Setting Sun â—nd from the farthest Hyperborean Coasts â—o those whose Clime continual Summer roasts â—ath chosen only Iacob for his Owne â—nd on This Mount His drad-deer Glory showne But good old Cambris else the mildest Prince â—roanes griev'd and pale with Passions vehemence â—nd interrupting That with This Discourse â—artens the heartless Peers and Counsellors Rather ô Earth for which our Earthlings strive Gape vnder me and swallow Me alive Rather iust Heav'ns with sulphury Fire and Fume As Sodom yerst Mesodainly consume Then I should Saint with-out within Malitious Give Izrael a Counsail so pernicious Were it the Head of this inhumane Band Meant but our Bodies only to command Though with our Birth to this faire Light we brought Sweet Liberty so sweet and deer that nought No Hopes no Heaps may be compar'd to it The TEMPLE sav'd I might perhaps submit But sith this Tyrant puft with foolish Pride With heavier Gyves to load our Soules beside Which only Vassals of the Thunder-Thrower Nor knowe nor owe to Any Sceptres lower Would that forgetting Him who made vs All And of all People chose vs principall And fatherly provides vs every thing And shields vs ay with Shadow of his wing We take for GOD His proud ambitious Prince Who Nimrod-like with hellish Insolence Would climbe to Heav'n although his life be such As merits not the Name of Man by much â—s beard him boldly bravely frand we to 't â—â—s against Arms Man to Man Foot to Foot â—tory lies not in vain-glorious hearts â—mber of Horses nor of Pikes and Darts â—ese be but Instruments th' Eternal moves crown with Conquest whom his Goodnes loves Yet should the Lord now suffer Heathen's rage â— over-run his sacred Heritage â—ause in life his Name we so dishonor Death at least in Death let 's doo him Honor â—d if we cannot Assur over-come â—'s win by Patience Crowns of Martyrdom And could our Foes as fel as Lestrygons â—m off the Earth extirp our Tribes at-once â—cy could not though GOD's glorious Name interr â—s these Apostates falsly would inferr â— He that with so sundry Nations stor'd â—vnpeopled World from one Man and restor'd â—â—â—g after that by one smal Bark the waste â—e Flood had made when it had All defac't â—ot He able even of stones to raise People Zealous of his glorious Praise â—ot He able once again to ope â—d Sara's Wombe and giue her Spouse past hope More Sonnes then Sands on Lybian shores be cast By ruffling Boreas lowd Cloud-chasing Blast Or twinkling Spangles nightly brightly roule On sabled Circles of the whirling Pole Which with more sacred Voice more humble Awe Shall sound his Praises and observe his Law Then rather Fathers foule befall You else Let vs die Hebrews then live Infidels Let 's not preferre too-base and too-too-blame Profit to Duty idle Feare to Shame Cambrâ—s Oration was no sooner done But all th' Assembly as all ioyn'd in one Confirm'd His Counsail both with voice gest And Ioachim Ioy-rapt above the rest Lifting to Heav'n-ward reverent hands and face Said Lord wee thank thee that thy speciall grace Hath steeld our hearts and linkt our Wils no less A hopefull Signe of happy good Successe Then to the Princes he the Charge commits Of Townes and Provinces as Each befits Least any spurr'd by Envie or Ambition In Izrael should kindle new Sedition So Each with-drawes and bravely-bold prepares To front the worst that martial Fury dares Who th' Aristaean busie Swarmes hath seen â—n Hybla's Top Whether with Launcets keen â—arging the Drones which over-neer their homes â—ome humming out to rob their fragrant Combes â—hether collecting their delicious Deaw â—om various Thyme and other Flowers not few â—hether extending in rare Symmetrie â—ith wondrous Art their Waxen Canapey â—nd arching even so many Thousand Cells â— quick so thick so like as Nothing else â—hether conducting their too-ful Supplies â—-where to plant their goodly Colonies â—hich keep still constant in their new Plantation â—heir Mother Citie 's Manners Lawes and Fashion â—â—th seen the Iewes as busie Diligence â—nd quick Desire to put them in Defence Some stop the Breaches made by Art or Age â— the Heav'ns anger or the Heathens rage â—me least the Ram butting with boisterous Fals â—ould pash to powder their too-feeble Wals â—ith Bastions Bulwarks Rampiers Ravelins Forts â—nk on all sides their Cities where imports â—me to and fro trudging with Baskets fill'd â— places needfull sodain Sconces build Some wanting time or meanes their Town to wall With broad deep Trenches soon begirt it all And from a River neer they cut a Rill The hollow bosome of their Dike to fill While Armorers in order beating quick Hot sparkling Steel on Anvils hard and thick Transform it soon to Corslets Curtellaxes Helms Gorgets Gantlets Bills and Battail-axes And some for need to furnish and set-out Th'vntrained Shepheard Neatheard and the Lowt Ground the ground-slycing Coultar to a Blade And of the Sickle a straight Weapon made None Yong and healthy took Repast or Rest One on his back another on his Beast Others in Waggons carryed-in apace Corn Wine and Food to some importing Place Even so in Summer as the Wise-man tels Th'Emmets by Troupes haste froÌ„ their hollow Cels To get-in Harvest graving where they gone Their Diligence even in a path
throng wheÌ„ once they hear his horn Having in vain summon'd the Town he tries A hundred wayes it wrathfull to surprise â—eer th'Enginer begins his Ram to rear â—eer mounts his Trepan and his Scorpion there â—ends heer his Bricol there his boysterous Bowe â—rings heer his Fly-Bridge there his batt'ring Crowe â—esides high Timber-Towers on rowling Feet â—ov'd and remov'd controlling every Street Heer Pioners are put the Ditch to fill â—o level Mounts to make a Hole a Hill To play the Moules to dig a secret way â—nto the Town their Soldiers to convay Heer others must their Ladders raise the while And quick surprise the Sentinels by wile Others must vnder-mine others aâ—pire With matter fitting every Gate to fier But the most part stand ready in Array To give Assault soon as they see their Way Made meet and easie by the batterring Thunder Of all their Engines pashing Wals in sunder Tower-tearing Mars Bellona thirsting-blood Fill there the faintest with their Furious-mood There fierie Steeds stamping neighing loud There Pagans fell braving and â—aving provd With hideous noise make th' Heav'nly Vault resound The Earth to eccho and even Hell astound But He that keeps eternall Sentinel On Heav'ns high Watch-Tower for His Israel Pitying his People alters in a trice The Tyrants purpose by a new Advise Causing the Captaines of brave Moabites Strong Iduméans and stout Ammonites Thus to advise Most noble General Terror of Kings redoubted Scourge of All We would not wish my Lord in any sort You bring Your brave Bands to assault this Fort For neither Pike Dart Sling Bow Sword nor Shield So back the Foe or make them slack to yeeld As these proud Rocks which by wise Natures grace Rampire the Rampires of this wretched Place Which yer You scale vndoubtedly will cost Ladders of Bodies and even Tythe your Hoast The Victor is no Victor if his Gain Passe not his Losse nor th' Honor drown the Stain Wise-valiant Prince that Fisher Fool we hold Who for a Gull venters a Line of Gold And ill doth th' Honor of a Crown beseem Th' inhumane bloody barbarous Head of Him Who rather would the Death of many Foes Then Life and Safety of one Friend to chose You may my Lord you may with-out Assault Or Losse of Man reduce them all to nought â—f in you Hillocks you but seize the Springs Whence hollow Lead the Hebrews Water brings Who so by Thirst distrest and so put to 't Will come and cast them haltred at your Foot The noble Lion never sets-vpon Base fearful Beasts but on the noblest one â—OVE'S sulphury Darts He seld or never thrils But on Mount Atlas or the Ryphean Hils And stormfull Auster ever rather smote Clowd-cleaving Turrets then a lowly Cote No more no more let your drad Arms assail So faint a Foe as of himself will quail It is not Fear my Lord and much less Pittie Fear of our Selves or Favour to the Cittie Makes vs oppose vs to Thy Purpose yet For yer that We Thy happy Standards quitt For Thee will We defie th' immortal Gods For Thee Wee 'll breake their Altars all to Clods For Thee will We march with vnweary soles Beyond the Arctik and Antarctik Poles For Thee will We with winged Arms go fetch IOVE's Aigle down and Neptun's Trident snatch For Thee the Sonne shall not his Sire forbear Nor Sier the Sonne nor Brother Brother spare The General who for Avail revolves Peizes this Counsail and re-peiz'd resolves Dispatching speedy a selected Force To seize the Waters and divert their Course Th' Hebrews Their Drift their Own Danger see In that Attempt so sally instantly To stop the Foe from stopping of the Stream Which should derive Liquor and Life to Them Then Pagans fighting for ambitious Fame Iewes not to die with vn-revenged Shame Bravely incounter with so fel Disdaine That now the Pagan flyes now fights againe Followes his flying Foe and now the Iew Nigh foiled faints now doth the Fight renew So that faire Victory seems long to waver As it were doubtfull whether side to favour Till at the last th' Hebrews all over spread With Clowds of Shot back to their Bulwark fled Even as a Pilgrim in the naked Plain Meeting a Storm of mighty Hail or Rain Runs dropping wett some hollow Rock to find Or other Covert built by Nature kinde Pagans pursue them and pel-mel among Enter almost the City in the Throng Then every where did dreadfull Noise arise From street to street th' amazed Vulgar flyes Tearing their haire beating their brest and face As if the Foe had even possest the Place Why flie ye Cowards Whether Do you knowe What Fortress have you if you This forgoe Or in this Citie seek you for a stronger To gard you better or preserve you longer If now alas you dare not beare you stout Against the Foe while he is yet with-out How will you dare resist his violence Were he once Maister of your weak Defence The People chiâ— thus by their prudent Chief Somewhat re-heart'ned rescue with relief Cambris and Carmis who the while like Towers Had in the Gate withstood th'Assalting Stowers Of almost all the furious Infidels For Lance a long Mast either strongly welds For Arms an Anvile each a massie Targe Of steel about his neck as long as large Adown their shoulders from their Helms did wave Thick Plumy Clowds of Colours brightly-brave Both like in age in Courage Name and Nature Both like in bulke both like in Strength Stature Both like Two Popplars which on either side Some silver Brook their tressie Tops do hide Amid the Clowds and shaken by the Winde Oft kiss each other like Two Brethren kinde The Heathen seeing still fresh Troops descend From every side the City to defend Leave-off their On-sett and welnigh disbanded Gladly retreat whether their Heads commanded When I consider the extreame Distress Which thirty Dayes did the Bethulians press â—ong sad enough I hardly can invent â—o deadly Plight lively to represent â—y hand for horror shakes and can no more â—uide on this page my Pen as heertofore â—et doo mine Eyes with Teares be deaw it so 〈◊〉 well appears a subiect full of Woe Thou Spirit which doost all Spirits vivifie â—hich didst vnloose the Tongue of Zachary â—nd through the World thy sacred Name to preach â—hy Messengers so sundry Tongues didst teach â—rect my weary Quil my Courage raise â—hat I This Work may finish to Thy Praise Though th' Hebrews saw their Town on every part â—ot with an Hoast but with a World begirt â—et had they Hope the long Siege would no less â—onsume th' Assyrians then themselues distress â—t when the Foe had all the Pipes depriv'd â—hence Water yerst the sacred Town deriv'd â—as their Hope and even their heart did shrink 〈◊〉 quite cut-off and dry'd vp with their Drink The Rulers though yer Bondage Death to take â—ive to the People what Themselves did lack To wit a hope Water enough to keep In private
head Then those Twin Princes with their Train of Light â—egan their Kingdoms ouer Day and Night Then was the Aire the Earth and Sea repleat â—ith Birds and Beasts and Fishes small great With Plants and Trees Fruits each yeelding seed â—o propagate their Kinds that should succeed Then lastly Man thy Master-Piece of Art â—hou didst appoint to His Imperiall Part â—nobling Him with Sense and Reason's Light â—nd in his Soule grauing Thine Image right Gav'st Him Possession of this Earthly Throne â—nd gracious Promise of the Heau'nly one â—mmortall Soule thou daign'dst him to inspire â—qual almost to thine Owne Heau'nly-Quire And as Thy Spirit all other Spirits excels Angel or other that in Body dwels â—o doth His Body all else Bodies passe â—or comely Form and for maiestik Face All Creatures else lowe on the ground do pore â—nd groueling feed but as was toucht before â—an hath an Vpright and a stately Stature â—ith head aloft agreeing to his nature Which properly is to behold the Skyes To lift to Thee his heart his hand and Eyes And by his Soule 's discursiue power to peize Things past and present and of future daies For only Man can measure number waigh True False Good Euill knowe cast sound suruay Man only hath an in-reflecting Knowledge Of his owne Self from Natures only Colledge Knows his own fact his form his load his strength Knows that he liues knows he must dy at length And that a ruled sober life and sage Preserues his Health and may prolong his Age. Knowes how to finde ease in his owne Disease And if need be his Neighbour to appease And for him-self and others make of Flowres Fruits Hearbs Roots Vnguents of passing powres But none so powerfull when their Term is spent As can his Owne or others Death preuent For Our short Date Childe-age or Wilde-age ends And now but seldome to Old-age extends Yet What is Old-Age to ETERNITIE To Man expecting IMMORTALITIE What â—st to live some Three or Foure score Year Or Yet Ten more in Languor linger heer Of all our Time-Past vnderneath the Sun Nothing remaines saue Good or Euill done Hundreds of Yeers once past are less in Sum Then a few Daies or a few Houres to-come For to say Truth of Times three-pointed Powers Only the Present instant Points is ours W' haue of the Past but vaine Imagination Of that To-come but doubtfull Expectation But to th' Eternall are All Times alike Instant and present Dead as well as Quick Aye is To-day with Thee Lord in Thy Sight Both Past and Future are euen equal bright Thogh in Times Terms the Heav'ns reuolued be A Thousand Yeers are but One Day with Thee And shortest Moment of one only Day With Thee is as a Thousand Yeers for ay But Our set Daies to vs are long or short As them good Accidents or bad consort Sobrietie and Peace prolong our Life Which is abridg'd by Surfait and by Strife Excess or Cares now so cut-off our liues That of a thousand not a man arriues Neer to the Tythe of the admired Age Of those that liv'd in Nature's Pupillage Eight hundred Yeers 9. hundred som some more In Minde and Body full of Natures store To stock the Earth with Issue rational And learn the Course of Heau'ns Star-spangled Ball Which first of all Their long obseruance found Then by degrees they taught their Heirs the ground And We from Them so eas'd of endless pain Deriue that Art We could not else attain In Their long Age they learn'd Heav'ns ful Careers Not to be compast in our Span of Yeers Whence One of them might in his life know more Then in our Dayes successiuely a Score Of Their so long age who-so doubtfull is Let him but look in sacred Genesis Where Moses mentions diuers famous men So old and showes their Yeers as ours were then Th'All-drowning Flood-year did 12. Months contain And euery Month did his due Dayes retain Which made vp one Yeer of that Patriarch Who liv'd seav'n fifties hauing left the Arke And was Sixe hundred when he came aboord Teaching his Sons his wondrous Skill by word See see alas how our vnhappy Life Is now abridg'd and charg'd with Mis-chiefs rife Had we not pleasure in thy Works ô GOD Soon must we sink vnder the heauy Load Of Cares and Crosses in a thousand things Which this our wretched sad short Way-fare brings O! let vs therefore bend our best and most To magnifie Thee Lord in All thine Host And so contempling all thy Goodnes giv'n With true Content begin in Earth our Heav'n Man knowing Thee knowes al that can be known And hauing Thee hath all that is his Owne To long for Thee is endlesse Ioy internall Dispos'd to Thee to Die is Life Eternall Not knowing Thee to liue is daily Dying To rest with-out Thee is continual Flying But all extreames of Torments passing measure In Thee and for Thee are exceeding Pleasure Yet no man ought to offer wilfull Force To his owne Self nor his owne Soule diuorce But patiently attend Thy cheerfull Cal Then to Thy hands gladly surrender all Nor may We ween our Soules as Beasts to Die And with our Bodies Vanish vtterlie Death 's but a Passage from a Life of Pains Vnto a Life where death-less Ioy remains W'haue after Death another Life to see As after Storms a calm quiet Lee As after Sicknes Health as after Durance Sweet Libertie with Safetie and Assurance Two Contraries oppos'd in their Extream Haue This vnfailing Propertie in them That th'One's Privation is the others Ens So Death concluding doth our Life commence For on each-other Contraries depend Chain'd as it were vnto each others End Day after Night Attonement after Strife And after mortall Death immortall Life Our Soule 's immortall then we must infer it Hauing beginning of th' Immortall Spirit And they are brute as Beasts that doo contend That with our Bodies Soules for euer end If there be GOD immortall All-scient All-mighty iust benign benevolent Where were his Wisdom Goodnes Iustice Power If Vice He damn not nor giue Vertue Dower Heere for the most the Godly suffer still Th'Vngodly heere haue most the Winde at Will Shall they not one-day change their Difference And one-day look for Diuerse Recompence Heer Proud Rich Mighty Meek Poor Weak oppress â—ions kill Lambes Fox strips the Fatherless â— is there not another Life imperible â—weet to the Guiltless to the Guilty Terrible Who for Thy sake their Lyues haue sacrifiz'd â—â— all the Torments Tyrants haue deuiz'd O! how vnhappy were They were there not â—rownes kept with Thee for their Eternal Lot Then were We Beasts or worse then Beasts indeed â—or He were best that could the worst exceed â—hen Let vs eat drinke dally might We say â—f after This there were no Shot to pay But leauing now that Song of Sensuality â—elieue we firm our blessed Immortality â—lessed for Those that in Perseuerance â—o Thee alone Lord their whole Hopes aduance Blessed for
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 â—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 â—ow many rude plain silly Fisher-men â—are power-full Preachers Fishers then of Men. How-many Sin-sick did he inly cure â—nd deep Soule-wounded binde-vp and assure â—ow-many Proud Loose Cruell Couetous â—ade Hee Meek Modest Gentle Bountious By Him deer Father come we Thee to know â—hy Word thy Will to frame our owne Wils so â—y Him alone Wisedome we seek and finde â— Cares and Crosses to confirm our minde By Him alone Thy sacred Truth we learn â—om suttlest Errors cleerly to discern â—y Him all Cloudes of Darknes are dispell'd â—olatry and Heresie refell'd By Him We pray to Thee and what we craue liuely Faith we are assur'd to haue â—eav'ns Kingdom first Soules Feast Bodies Food â—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 â—n diuers manners and in diuers measures â—s diuersly befits Thy Churches-state â—o Plant or Prune or Prop or Propagate To some he giues a cleer quick Apprehension â—o some deep Iudgement some Diuine Inuention â—o some the doore of gracefull Eloquence â—o some the store of Wisedoms Excellence Some to interpret with Diuine Dexterity â—he sacred Secrets of th' eternall Verity â—ome School-less Scholars Learned study-less â—o vnderstand and speak all Languages Som to confirm their Office and Thine Oracles â—o work strange Wonders great many Miracles â—euiue the dead recouer natiue Euils â—â—re all Diseases and euen cast out Diuels Such are th' Effects Works Vertues gifts graces â—hich by degrees in diuers times and places â—hy Holy Spirit to sillie Men hath giv'n â—om Them to Thee to raise our hearts to Heav'n And as in our fraile Bodies through varietie â—f Members fitted into One Societie â—ne very Soule doth actions different â—â—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 becomâ— 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 conspirâ— 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 â—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 â—nd all the Crowd of Mans Concupiscence â—inding His Will to Thy Obedience Who is so bound Thy Seruant is most Free â—ost Rich who leaues all Riches else for Thee â—ost easie rests who most for Thee endures â—ost Self-distrusting most Thy Strength assures So Thee to Serue is euen to Raign in brief â—o to Obey is to Command in Chief â—o walke Thy Wayes is only Libertie â—o learn Thy Learning ENCYCLOPAEDIE O! happy Those that stand in such a state â—nd in Thy Statutes alwaies meditate â—r if they slip or trip or faile or fall â—eturn betimes and for Thy Mercy call For though thy Law in Firie Thunder-giv'n Threat still the Stubborn with Reuenge froÌ„ 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 â—hall Shame shall Sorrow shall Aduersity â—hal
their Bed All shun her aye the more She draweth nigh-them 7 What Good or Bad boads Life or Death to giue To be so fond of That This so flying Thou would'st not die yet know'st not how to liue Not knowing Life to be a liuing-dying 8 One loues this Life Another loathes it wholly Som look for Ease Promotion som som Profit To loue it for the Pleasures heer is Folly Weaknes to hate it for the Troubles of-it 9 The Storm at Sea vnder a Calm is bred Within Good-hap Ill-hap hath life included Begun in Tears in Toiles continued And without Dolour cannot be concluded 10 Life like a Taper with the weakest Blasts Is waued wasted melted puffed out In some somtimes euen to the Snuff it lasts In others hardly to the halfe holds-out 11 Fruit on the Trees first blooms theÌ„ buds theÌ„ grows Then ripes then rots Such Our condition iust â—egot born bred liue die so roundly goes Times Wheel to whirl our Bodies back to Dust 12 This Life 's a Tree whose goodly Fruits are Men â—ne falls Himselfe Another's beaten down â—'s stript at last of Leaues and Apples then â—y Time 's same hand which had them first bestown 13 This Life 's a Table where in earnest-iest â—oure Gamsters play Time eldest vantage takes â—nd biddeth Passe Loue fondly sets his Rest Man needs will see it but Death sweeps the stakes 14 This Life indeed is but a Comoedie Where This the Kaiser playes That the Clowne â—ut Death stil ends it in a Tragoedie Without distinction of the Lord from Lowne 15 This Life 's a Warre ciuill forrain too Within without Man hath his Enemies To keep the Fort Death doth the Towne vndoo To saue the Soule the Body Shee destroyes 16 The World 's a Sea the Galley is this Life The Master Time the Pole Hope promiseth Fortune the Winde the stormie Tempest Strife And Man the Rowe-Slaue to the Port of Death 17 The World mee thinks is like our Parliaments Where Right too oft is ouer-born by Wrong Where Quirks Quidits are of Consequence Where lastly nought Death's Sentence can prolong 18 The World is much of a faire Mistress mood Which wilie makes more Fooles then Fauorites Hugs These hates Those yet will of all be woo'd But neuer keeps the Promise that she plights 19 Life 's smoothest glosse is like the Sphear of Glasse Archimedes framed and fill'd with Starrs As fraile as faire for the least storme alas That raps it snaps it and the Pleasure marrs 20 Th' Honor thou thirstest as one Dropsie-sick Weening to quaff it often stops thy winde 'T's a swelling Bladder which wheÌ„ Death shal prick Thou wilt confess thou but a Puff didst finde 21 And that Ambition which affords thee Wings â— seek new Seas beyond Our Ocean's Arms â— Mounts of Gold and Pearle pretious things â—l not preserue thy Carcass from the Worms 22 That Pleasure too which stops thy Reasons eares â—ots thy Soule intoxicates thy Sense â—d sad Repentance still behinde it beares â— moment Ioyes leanes Sorrowes Monuments 23 Pleasure which tires thee but contents thee neuer â—y Body wearing more than wearying â—e Danaides Siue-like Tub a-filling euer â— neuer full for all their bucketing 24 Beauty which makes the prowdest Kings to crouch â—ich serues the Soule as Letters in her fauour â— see delightfull Dangerous to touch â—m Death's drad Fury may not cannot saue her 25 But Beauty Grace-less is a Saile-less Bark â—reen-less Spring a goodly light-less Room â—un-less Day a Star-less Night and Dark â—d yet this Grace cannot escape the Toomb 26 When Bodie 's Bewty with Soule 's Bewty dwels Ther 's a Perfection passing all the rest Without This Bewty seems a Blemish els Without That Vertue seems not seemly drest 27 That Bewty which the Air Age Ague quailes VVhich busies so our Eyes Toungs hands harts At fifteen buds at twenty flowers and failes Or falls at thirtie and to Dust reuerts 28 Gold the Worlds God the Sun of Plutoe's Sons VVhom Fire and Sword incessant serue so fell Gold Vertue 's Friend and Vices Fort at-once Serues oft for Bridge to passe in post to Hell 29 Man's Knowledge heer is but meer Ignorance VVe see the wisest foulely stumble oft Learning is puft with Doubt-full Arrogance And Truth is lost while it is too-much sought 30 With Mysteries the Idiot meddles most Peeps into Heav'n into Kings Counsels pries In Pulpit Phormio doth darrain an Host Thersites prates of Arms and Policies 31 Th' Assyrian's Empire is now seen no more â—e Medes and Persians did the Greeks intomb â—eat Allexander's Kingdom kinged Foure â—hose Crownes in fine stoopt to the State of Rome 32 Where are Those Monarchs mighty Conquerors â—hose brows ere-while the whol Worlds Laurel drest When Sea Land could show no Land but Theirs â—ow of it All only Seauen Hils do rest 33 VVhere are Those Cities great goodly States â—f Niniue with thrice fiue hundred Towers â—eat Babylon Thebes with a hundred Gates â—rthage Rome's Riuall Didoe's dearest Bowers 34 All These huge Buildings These proud Piles alas Which seem'd to threaten Heav'n it selfe to scale â—aue now giuen place to Forrests Groues Grass â—nd Time hath chang'd their Names Place withall 35 Nay wilt thou see how-far Great Kings are foild â—e how somtime in Gold they swallow Poison â—e Ptolomeus Cross't Boleslas boild â—iazeth in a Cage Richard in Prison 36 See see a Prince neer Cairo flayed quick See Sápores by his prowd Victor trod See Monk-like shav'n our Cloistred Chilperick See Denis beare for Sceptre Pedant's Rod. 37 See Gordian there in his owne Girdle hung Se Phocas bones broken with furious Batts See Dioméde to his owne Horses flung To Wolues Licáon Popiel to Rats 36 See see proud Salmon sodain Thunder-slain See Theódorick with horrid Terror thrild See Longuemare hangd in a golden Chain See a fierce Courser dragging Brunechild 39 See Attalus hauing for Court a Forge See Phalaris burnt in Perillus Bull See Memprice left the greedy Wolues to gorge Cambyses Sword sheath'd in Him-selfe too full 40 Who but will feare amid the Frights of France Seeing how Death Two Henries reft of Life The Sire in Paris with a splinterd Lance The Son before it with a poysoned Knife 41 That Queen whose Court was in a Castle coopt Prisoner heer aboue a Princesse hop't â—ose royall Throne to a Tragick Seaffold stoopt â— Head she felt with whiffing steell off-chopt 42 That King who could within his Kingdomâ— drad 〈◊〉 Sol still shine when hence he vanisheth â—o past Our Seas another Empire had 〈◊〉 All he had had but a louzie Death 43 Who more his Garden of Salona priz'd â—an ROME's great Empire the Worlds CoÌ„mand â—ew well the Cares from Corwnes insepariz'd â—d Scepters sad Waight in the strongest hand 44 Towards our End insensibly we slip â— speaking sporting laughing snoring deep â—th stil drawes on-wards as at Sea the Ship â—es to her Hav'n-ward though the Mastersleep 45 Death
Troughs and publick Cesterns deep Both Citizens and Soldiers to suffice So that they would be moderate and wise So th' Officers divide in silver measures To all of all sorts of these liquid Treasures This welcome Liquor which might serve at first To keep their life a while not quench their Thirst Their Cesterns dry'd they seek in every sink Of every Gutter greedily they drink T' appease their Thirst awhile not please their taste With Drink whose stink was oft the Drinkers last O wretched Men O wondrous Misery Little or much drink or drink not they dy Plenty and Lack of Liquor in extreme Though Contraries concurt to murder them With-in whose Bodies warreth Thirst as fell As outwardly th' outrageous Infidell Street Lane nor Ally had this wofull City Where-in the Sisters Enemies to Pitie Invented not some new and vncouth guise To murder Hebrews and from firmest eyes In signe of Sorrow showers to extract Of pearly Tears of bitter brine compact Mid all Degrees if rested any-where But so much moisture as could make a Teare There an Old man complaineth that a Lad Hath new snatcht from him all the Drink he had But Thirst contracts his Throat his voice vains And ends at once his Life his Plaint and Pains A Soldier heer re-swils again and gladder Th'vnsavory Water which had swelld his bladder There th'woefull Mother on her Couching-Settle Her half-dead Childe reviveth with her Spettle â—eer the sad Lover sighes her latest breath â—ith the last Sighes of her deer Love in Death â—or cruell Thirst com'n from Cyrenian Strand Where ay Shee lives amid the burning Sand â—erpetual panting for continuall Drouth â—anging her Tongue a foot without her Mouth â—er Face all wrinkled both her Eyes deep sunk â—er Body leane and light her Bowels shrunk â—er Brest transparent and her Veins repleat With Brimstone all in steed of Blood 's moist Heat â—owes from her rotten Lungs a loathsome breath Through all the Town infusing Fumes of Death â—n th' Hebrews Artires causing every Porch Obscurely shine with some Funereall Torch So that the Heav'ns seeing so many Woes Could hold no longer but would faine with those Sad-weeping Hebrews Their sad Tears haue melld Save that their Tears the Lord of Hoasts with-held And I my Self that drown mine Eyes with Theirs Vnable though well to express those Tears Will with my Silence vaile their Countenance Following that Painters learned Ignorance Who well conceiving that his live-less Colours Could not to life express the deadly Dolours Of Agamemnon at his Daughters End Cover'd his sad Face with a sable Bend. Mean-while the few that of this Wrack remain Against their sad Chiefs murmur and complain The Lord say they in Iustice recompence Your wilfull Malice and Our Innocence The Lord look down vpon the wretched Teen Your wicked Counsails have heer plung'd vs in For had you yeelded to the Foes demand Yet he had entred on the Holy Land We happy we had never seen our Friends So hâ—p-less brought to so vntimely Ends. Alas What Comfort rests O wretched City Those that besiege thee round wold show thee Pity Thine Own are Cruel Foes wold fain preserve-thee Thy Frends destroy thee Those wold fain reserv thee Would saue thy Children thine own Children rather Run headlong all on wilfull Death together Lord well we know our wicked Deeds haue made Thee iust displeas'd to drawe the keenest Blade Of thy fierce-kindled ire which iustly sheads Thy deadliest Darts on our disloyal heads Yet Thou which dost not long thy Wrath retain Against thine Owne O turn to Vs again Lord change the purpose of our wilfull Lords Who ' gainst our Bosomes whet the Pagan Swords Or grant at least with thousand Arrowes thrill'd We rather may by Heathen hands be kill'd Then longer Langnor of this banefull Thirst To linger vs in living Death accurst Deer Brethren 't is our only Duty bindes Their Rulers said not our sinister mindes Of vndermining or of pyning Ours Thus to hold out against these Heathen Powers If You haue Pain We have our Portion too We are imbarkt in the same Ship with You On the same Deep we the same Danger run Our Cross is common and our Loss is one As common shall our comfort be when GOD Shall please to ease vs of th' Assyrians Rod As sure he will if Your Impatiency Stop not the Course of his kinde Clemency Then strive not with th'All-Perfect but depend On God alone Whose Actions all do tend To profit His Who in his Season ever Almighty can and will His Church deliver Sometimes the Archer lets his Bowe vnbent Hang idly by that when it is re-bent With boisterous Armes it may the farther cast His winged shafts and fix them far more fast So oft the Lord seems in his Bosome long To hold his hand and after as more strong To hammer Those whose impious Impudence Miss-spends the Treasure of his Patience Which at first sight gives all Impunity As think the Lewd to all Iniquity But at the last his heavie Vengeance payes Them home for all his Iustice long Delayes As th'Vsurer forbearing of his poore And needy Debtors makes his Debt the more What though th' high Thunderer in his Fury dread Strike not in th' instant this proud Vice-Roy dead â—an all th'Amasse of Waters which he pent â—bove and vnder th'ample Firmament â—editious so shake-off his Soueraigne Power â—s not to send the thirsty Earth a Shower â—o no though Heav'ns on every side so cleer â—oâ—d nothing lesse then Rain or moisture neer They with their Tears shall shortly soak the Plain 〈◊〉 on the Day when Saul began to raign â—or all the Heav'ns the Starres and Elements Must execute his high Commandements But still the Plebe with Thirst and Fury prest Thus roaring raving gainst their Chiefs contest O holy Nation shall we shall We die Their Elderships grave Sights to satisfie O! shall we die to please These foolish-wise â—ho make themselues rich by our Miseries And with our Bloods would purchase them a Name â—o live for ever in the Role of Fame No no Let 's rather break their servile bands Which hold vs in let 's take into our hands Our Cities Helm that freeing it from Sack We wisely so may free our Selves from Wrack As the Physician by the Patient Prest Who on his Bed vnruly will not rest Permits sometimes what Art prohibiteth Osias so importun'd promiseth To yeeld the Town if in five Dayes appear No certain Signe of divine Succour neer The People then their woeful past estate Their present paine and future Fears forgate Sith though it should not hap as most they thirst At least they should of Evils scape the worst But IVDITH who the while incessant Showres From her sad eyes in signe of Sorrow poures With mourneful voice now cals vpon the Lord Anon her sad Soule comforts in his Word Praiers were her Staires the highest Heav'ns to clime GOD's Word a Garden where in needful time She found her Simples in
to shrink with that shameful sight Our Hoast dis-ord'red fell to shameful flight The Foe pursues slayes slashes swift as wind Millions of wounds and every one behind In briefe that Day had Niniué bin downe Her King vndone dead and depriu'd of Crowne Had not I full of Force and Furie quick Like Lightning rusht where deadly Blows were thick Mails Murrions Corselets Iron Steele Brasse Before My Sword were brittle all as Glasse And onely I My hand alone which lent More deaths then blowes brought more astonishmeÌ„t Vnto Their Camp then all Our Camp beside Their Foot no longer could my Brunt abide Their Horsmen fainting in their Saddles shake Arms on their Backs harts in their Bellies quake Heer with a down-right Blowe from top to twist I cleaue in sunder one that dar'd resist There I so deep dive in Another's minde That neer two handfulls peers my Sword behinde So that the Medes now more then wauering In th' heat of Fight abandon All their King Who seeing him so betray'd his Tresses tore Retir'd to Ragau all besmeard with gore There over-taen by Ours He brauely fought Mid thickest Darts a glorious Death he sought Heawes thunders thrills of his Manly blowes Not one in vaine not one amisse bestowes But yer He die with quick keen Fauchin fel He sends before thousand stout Soules to Hell So the fierce Tigre compast every-where With Men Dogs to Fury turns his Feare Fights where he findes the greatest dangerly Tears tosses kills not vnreveng'd to die But at the last the vainly Valiant King Wearie of killing and of conquering Thrilld with a thousand Darts and wounded rife Ended at once his lofty Rage and Life And falling fares as doth a mighty Oake Which planted high vpon a massie Rock 〈◊〉 thousand times hath felt the Winds to beat â—nd thousand Axes it a Fall to threat â—o that the Root groan'd the Valley nigh â—ccho'd the noyse vnto the steepest Sky While that the Top still reeling to and fro â—ow These now Those threatens with overthrow Yet still it stands in spight of all their spight â—ill at the last all vnder-mined quight With million stroaks it falls and with the Fall Bears to the ground Trees Rocks Corn Cattell All For Arphaxat extinct extinct with-all Was Median's glory and My Lord of All Raz'd Ecbatane and now grow Weeds Grass Where late His lofty rare-rich Palace was Where late the Lute the lowd Cornets noise In curious Consort warbled sweet their voice The voice of Scriech-Owles Night-Ravens is heard And euery fatall and affrighting Bird. My King-God weary of Warrs tedious toile In NINIVE the great for four months-while Made Publique Feasts and when the Feast was don Commaunds Mee leavie a huge Hoast anon Of chiefest Men to goe chastise Those That had disdaignd him Aide against his Foes And that on All that dar'd His Hests infrenge With Fire Sword his Honor I avenge And that with speed But Madam see alas How farre I am from bringing This too-passe For comming heere your Nation to subdue My Selfe am conquer'd and subdu'd by You So that alas Death's draddest Tyrannies In end-lesse Night will soon siel-vp mine eyes Except the powerfull sole Preservatiue Of thy sweet Kisses keepe mee yet aliue Nay good My Lord said Shee Tell-on I pray â—our good Successe and Service by the Way Then HOLOFERNES where he left began A long Narration how He playd the Man â—alfe Truth halfe Tales For t is great Souldiers guise â—o buÌ„bast oft their Own Exploits with Lyes Mine Hoast all mustered together brought â—'inflame their harts with martial Heat I sought â—ellowes said I if euer Your Desires â—aue thirsted Fame to liue when Life expires â—o w'now to punish that presumptuous Crew Which rudely late our sacred Legats slew â—o w' to avenge our drad-deer Soverain Liege Of that fel Outrage nay foule Sacrilege â—gainst the Greatest GOD came euer downe â—rom Heav'nly Spheares to sway an Earthly Crown â—rm arm you braue Blouds arm your either hand â—his with a Blade That with a Fier-brand With Fire and Sword to over-run the West â—o lay it waste to bear away the best â—o sink it all vnder a Crimsin Flood â—r make at least your Horses swim in blood Go w' take possession of Your Valors due The whole Worlds Crown which yeelds it all to you Take you This Honor which in Time-to-come Shall keep your braue Names from th'obliuious Tomb Take take your pleasures of the richest spoils Of richest Cities in a hundred Soiles Which you shal sack So may you once in Health Come laden home with Honor with Wealth I ceast and soon they second All my voice With Caps cast-vp with clapped hands noyse Of generall Ioy to haue Me GENERALL Some six-score Thousand was Mine Hoast in all Or som-what-more with which from NINIVE But three-dayes march I made to Bectileh Thence past I forward by Hierapolis Then by Amida then by Nisibis And thence to Charan at the length I came Once happy seat of your great Abraham Then wan I th'Hill whose oblique Horns divide All Asia neer and limite farre and wide Many large Empires Where I sack I slay I burn I raze what-euer in my way My Souldiers seem so many Mowers right Which in a Mead leaue not a blade vpright But by long Swathes of their degraded Grasse Well showe the way their sweeping Sythes did passe This Phul and Tharsis and all Lydia knowes â—n whose waste Fields now only Bramble growes Com'n neer the Straight which serues for Wall Fort To â—oft Phoenicians and Thiefe Issians Port The Rosians Soleans Mopsians Tharsians Issia â—nchials Aegoeans briefely all Cilicia Take-vp this Gate with all their Power in hope To stay my Passage and my Course to stop Should I heer tell the dangerous Enterprises â—raue Charges Rescues Sallyes Shocks Surprises Which there befell the day would faile I feare â—efore my Speech for the Cilicians were 〈◊〉 fortifi'd by fauour of the Place â—hat little could wee there preuaile a space â—ay all mine Hoast which had so often chas't 〈◊〉 many greater Hoasts now stood agast â—ill in despight and full of desperate rage 〈◊〉 thickest dangers I my Selfe ingage â—here round assaild and wounded in all parts â—y Shield thick bristled with a Groue of Darts Neuer shrunk but so be-stirr'd mee round â—hat I alone made All their Hoast giue ground Mine Army then followes the way amain Mine Arm had made and paved thick with Slain Now our most Cowards late for Fear adying Wound most kil most and most pursue them flying Cydnus yer while for his pure silver Flood Cald King of Waters wallowes now in blood And rapid Pyram past his wonted Toule To Neptune Shields Helms Horse Men doth roulâ— In brief as heer your Mocmur stopt a while By some new Bridge or some vnusuall Pile Roars rises foams fumes threats beats rages raveâ— Against his new Bank and with waighty Waves Waighty and strong beares down at last
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 â—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 â—nd all Thy Golden Candlesticks beside Threating the West too with their Power Pride Not Those who humbly only euermore â—hee TRINITY in VNITY adore Then as the braue Virago ordered Soldier takes th' Assyrian Tyrants Head And for the Hebrews more Encouragement â—lad sets it vp vpon the Battlement There Parents Children Maids Widowes sad Whom Pagan Swords but new bereaued had â—f Children Parents Louers Husbands deer â—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
Famine Plague War Wealth or Want In sum â—hall Life shall Death things Present or to-Come Stay stay vs Lord and steel our feeble hearts â—gainst the sting of temporarie Smarts â—raw draw our Soules neer to thy Self ô Lord With powerfull Touches of Thy Spirit Word Guide guide our Steps still in thy Gracious Way â—uring our Durance in This house of Clay â—hat when This Prison shall be broken down Wee may with Thee receiue a Glorious Crown So shall Wee euer with a voice Diuine â—ing Haleluiahs to th' ETERNAL TRINE â—ecord thy Mercies which all Thoughts Surmount â—nd Thus the Glory of Thy Deeds recount SVpernall Lord Eternall King of Kings Maker Maintainer Mouer of All things â—ow infinite How excellently-rare â—ow absolute Thy Works Thy Wonder are â—ow-much Their Knowledge is to be desir'd â—ow THOV in All to be of All admir'd FINIS MICRO-COSMO-GRAPHIA The Little-Worlds Description OR THE MAP OF MAN From Latin Saphiks of that Famous late Preacher in London M r. HEN. SMITH Translated Dedicated To the Right Honourable HONORIA Lady HAY. By IOSVAH SYLVESTER To the right-Right Honourable HONORIA Wife of IAMES Lord HAY Sole Daughter and Heire of EDVVARD Lord DENNY EQually bound in humble Gratitude To Two deer Equals to You equall Deer Vnable yet with Both at once to cleer Vnwilling yet with Eyther to be rude â—aine would I craue to haue my Bond renewd For a more Happy or more Hopefull Year When gratious Heav'n shall daign to set me freer From old cold Cares which keep my Muse vnmew'd Would You be pleas'd Madame to interpose Your gentle breath I would not doubt to speed Such vertue hath Your Vertue stil with Those Therefore in Hope of Your kinde Help at need This simple Pledge I Offer at Your Feet Altar of Loue Where both Their Vowes doe meet Yo r. Honorable Vertue 's humble Votarie Iosuah Syluester THE MAP OF MAN I Sing not but in Sighes abrupt Sob-out the State of MAN corrupt By th' olde Serpent's banefull Breath Whose strong Contagion still extends To euery Creature that descends From th' old Little World of Death Drad-deer Creator new-create Thy Creature Sauiour expiate This and all our Owne Addition O Sacred Spirit Our Spirits renew Informe reforme and tune Mee trew To condole Our sad Condition In Earth Man wanders Pilgrim-wise Hopes doubts desires faints freezes fryes Crossed tossed to and fro He turns he windes he findes no good He ay complains that Euill's Flood Farre and wide doth ouer-flowe His Birth in Sinne beginnes in Teares His Life is rife in Pains and Fears Will-He nill-He spoyling sport His Death with groans in doubtfull case Sends him God knowes vnto what place Blest none rest but in the Port. The Flesh against the Spirit rebells The Spirit againe the Flesh repells Euer striuing neuer still And sodainly while these contend Their common Foe the cursed Fiend Findes aduantage Both to kill Earth Step-dam-like sharp Rodds doth yield To scourge her Sonns the Sea is filld Both aboue and vnder too With hideous Horrors past report Th'Aier whirling in Tempestuous sort Beats and threats All to vndoo The Countrey 's rude and foe to Fame The Court more braue and more to blame Painted Faces graces fain'd The Cittie There O! bad 's the best Seat of Deceit and Misers nest Gold their God vngodly gain'd Iarr at the Barr Stewes at the Stage In Way-fare Thieues in War-fare Rage Noyse abroad Annoyes at home In Churches Purchase Profanation Fiends seeming Saints Abhomination Euery-where no Feare of Doome The Throne 's not giuen vnto the Iust The Faithfull is not put in Trust Prophets are not held for true Nor loyall lov'd nor learned grac't Nor weary eas'd nor Worthy plac't Nor hath any heer his dew The impudent the insolent The Foole the Friend in complement And the sly we see by proof Held eloquent magnanimous Right pleasant kinde ingenious And the Wealthy wise ynough Reward is heard words are but winde Each Art is long Life short confin'd Might makes Right in euery Cause Physicke is vile and vilely vs'd Diuinity disdain'd abus'd Vnder foot men tread the Lawes The Rich with rage the Poore with plaints With hate the Wise with scorne the Saints Euermore are curstly crost With painfull toyle the Priuate-man The Nobler states with Enuy wan Without end are torne and tost If good he fares no better for 't If bad no worse they him support Fortune serueth all alike Though she simper though she smile Though she laugh outright awhile She is alwaies slippery-sleeke Who lately serued Lords-it now Who lately becked now doth bow Valleyes swell and Mountains sink Who lately flourisht now doth fade Who late was strong now feeble made Feeding Wormes in Dust doth stink So Lowly rests so Lofty rues Say that one might his fortune chuse Vnder Heauen to haue his will 'T would be a Doubt among the Wise Whether it better were to Rise To High state or to Sit still Phant'sie conceiues Reason receiues Passion repugns and Patience reaues What I wish What I desire I see and Sense importunes so I couet I commend it too Then againe it doth retire â—ense whither now T is griefe to see â—hat flits so fast so sodainly Reason whither roams thy reach What hurts were better still be hid â—nd still vnknowne O! ill-bestid Poor in store in Wealth a wretch When Fortune comes she means our Wrack And when she goes she breaks our back Comming going all is one â—or What she giues she takes away Vnkinde and blinde inconstant ay Frank to few and firme to none Oft haue I canvas'd whethers Case â—s Worst the Fall'n or th'euer-Base Yet scarce can I it decide The Fall proues plainly for the first Want Pleads that euer-Want is Worst Partiall to their proper side â—t irks the Fall'n to haue been High Th' ay-Poor could wish he had been By Either others state would glad If euen in gladnes sadnes growe Were not I somewhat glad also How extreame should I be sad If Care Wee take it Health impaires If not it takes Vs vn-awares Whether should we seek or shun Whether to passe vnto the next The good or bad be most perplext Is another Question The Guiltie suffers for his Fault The Guilt-less doubts no less assault By Miss-Fortune both desire To liue on Earth to draw this breath Both feare to Die and after Death Torment of eternall Fire Hence slowe Dayes labour wears vs thin Hence lightly Nightly fears begin Hence rathe Rising and late Rest Hence toughest storms and roughest streams Hence griping Cares and ghastly Dreams Waking sleeping do molest Winter's too-colde Summer's too-hot Autumne too-moist which breeds the Rot All the hope is in the Spring The liuely Spring is louely faire But if keen Ice then chill the Aier Little pleasure doth it bring Seas drowne the Vales the Windes doe heaue The Hills to Heav'n the Rocks they cleaue Bold Ambition stands amaz'd Expecting where to build a Fort â—o strong and rampyr'd in such sort
Each-where kills in hunting Carloman â— Caue Caligulâ— 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 â—t Sea or Land young old Morn Noon or Night Look for it euer euery-where keep watch â—or what we look-for little can affright 53 If Infants oft no sooner breathe then die â— Good-men little-last and Wicked long â—e not too-curious in that Secret's Why â—h ' are stroaks of that hand w ch strook neuer wrong 54 VVhy Good men go and Why th'Vngodly stay â—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 â—hy Sleep's thy Care 's thy Mawe's thy Muse's waste What thy Wife weareth VVhat thy Friends exact â—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 â—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 â—ood life too-often in long life is lost 62 Long Acts commend not most a Comoediâ— T is still esteemed as the Parts are plaid â—o in our Liues not Yeers considered be â—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 â—t trebble He who at his Death doth mourn â—re not to liue a hundred yeers heer-after 64 Man 's not more Happy for long-liuing heer â—mber of Dayes doe not more Blisses bring â—ore Compass makes not a more coÌ„plete Sphear â—round's a little as a larger Ring 65 And if that Death wait on thee protract â—h Vsurie shee 'll make thee pay it double â—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 â—n danger there shee liues sleeps in fear To hatch her Bird she needs must break her Shell â—nd think It neuer can too-soon appear 72 Soule blames the Body Body blames the Soule â—t Death surprising ends their Quarrell prest â—own goes the Body in the Dust to roule â—he faithfull Soule vp to th' eternall Rest 73 Death frees the Soule from Bodies wilfull Errors â—om the Soules Vices She the Bodie saues â—he Soule 's Annoyes are to the Body Terrors â—e Bodies Torments to the Soule are Graues 74 This Body is not Man His Stuff 's more fine â—s Beauty with Heau'ns Beauty hath Affinitie â—e Body dead That euer-liues diuine 〈◊〉 euen a Beam from the supream Diuinitie 75 If then the Soule so long Heer languishing â—hin the Bodie doe not gladly part 〈◊〉 hath forgotten her own Source or Spring â—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 Vicesâ— Where som no Eyes wher som haue no Forehead 81 The Mariner that runs from Rock to Rock â—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
â—n giuing Leaues for Fruits to Circes Sisters Their brightest Torches are but funerall Brands â—nd in the Court All is not Gold that glisters 83 Thou wold'st in Death reuenge thy wroÌ„ged Worth â—ake known thy Loue haue shown thy braue Ambition â—hy fram'st thou not thy Death vnto thy Birth Which brought thee naked forth void of Passion 84 Fain wold'st thou see thy Learning's fruit perhaps â—â—…pe yer Thou rot that 's but a vain Desire â—â—rt now-adayes may starue while Ignorance â—â—th Shades for Summer for Winter Fire 85 All day thou trudgest thorough thick thin â—â—r that dull Bulk which doth thee daily braue â—â—inice wreaths Ropes which aye his Ass windes-in â—â—e Soule that serues the Body is a Slaue 86 As many steps in Death as Life we tread Esteem for Deaths all Daies since thou hadst breath To come's not Thine Present is instant fled And Time in time is ouer-come by Death 87 When Man 's imbarkt on th' Vniuersal Deck Hee neither can swiften his Course nor slack it Tide Winde and Weather are not at his Beck And To put back hath many often wracked 88 Some somtimes grieue for one that gladly dies Socrates ioyes sith wrong he suffereth Xantippa melts in Tears He laughs She cries Diuersly iudging of these Darts of Death 89 To runne vnto this Death is Desperate rage Wise Patience onely waits it euery-where Who scorns it showes a Resolution sage For Cowards flie it the Idiots feare 90 When the last Sand of our last Glass goes out Without recoiling we must step our last As without grudge or noise dislodge the Stout And when they must goe stay not to be chac't 91 The Pilgrim longs to haue his Iourney done The Mariner would fain be off the Seas The Work-man ioyes to end his Work begun â—nd yet Man mournes to finish his Disease 92 For a short time Thy Sun is ouer-cast â—ut Thou shalt once re-see't more bright than euer â—nd that same Day which heer thou think'st thy last â— a New-birth Day to be ended neuer 93 What Wrong doth Death I pree-thee Worldling say â—hen losing vnder hope of happier matches â—utting thy Life he takes thy Card away â—nd when to saue thy Life thy Light he snatches 94 Fear'st thou Faint-hart that narrow Plank to pass â—hich GOD Himself hath gone which all Men must â—at like a Childe held by the sleeue alas â—th Eye still glancing on the brim thou go'st 95 Beyond it thou shalt see those pleasant Plains â—ose boundless Beauty all Discourse transcendeth â—ere Kings Subiects soules haue fellow Raigns â—blessed Thrones whose Glory neuer endeth 96 What shalt thou see more for more liuing Heer This Heauen this Sun thou oft before hast seen And shouldst thou liue another Plato's Yeer This World would be the same that it hath been 97 Death's end of Ills and only Sanctuarie Of him that cannot scape the Grudge the Gall Of a seuere Iudge and proud Aduersarie It is a Point which Heav'n appoints to All. 98 At that Diuorce sigh Bodies Soules do solace Th'Exile exulteth at his Home-Retreat This Bodie 's but the Inne t is not the Palace Th' immortall Soule hath an immortall Seat 99 Death 's as the Dawning of that happy Day VVhere without Setting shines the eternall Sun VVhere-in who walk can neuer neuer stray Nor Feare they Night who to the Day-ward run 100 There 's Rest eternall for thy Labours rife There 's for thy Bondage bound-less Liberty There when Death endeth she begins thy Life And where's no more Time there 's Eternity FINIS MEMORIALS of MORTALITIE Written â—n Tablets or Quatrains BY PIERE MATHIEV The second Centurie Translated Dedicated To the Right Honourable ROBERT Earle of Essex By Iosuah Sylvester TO The Right Honorable ROBERT DEVREVX Earle of Essex Ew c. Your double Title to My single heart Both by your Purchase and your Parents Right Claims both a better and a greater Part Of gratefull Seruice than This slender Mite â—â—t sith to profit more than please I write More Sighes than Songs lesse vs'd to Smiles than Smart Disdain not These Restrainers of Delight Though bitter fitter than the Soothing Art 〈◊〉 keep the Minde and Bodie both in Health To coole the Fits of Lust Ambition Pride Surfaits of Ease Youth Liberty and Wealth â—â—d cure All Sickness of the Soule beside Whence Euer free and full of Euery Good From GOD and Men be ESSEX Noble Bud. Ex Animo exoptat Iosuah Sylvester MEMORIALS of Mortalitie 1 THat height of Kings Crowns Ho nor Worthies WoÌ„der Is now but wind dust shade He whose Approch â—…pall'd the Prowdest Whom All trembled vnder â—…ursed base hand butcherd in his Coach 2 All Triumph yesterday to-day all Terror â—…y the faire Morning ouer-cast yet Euen â—…y one short Hour saw liue and dead Wars Mirror â—…uing Death's speed-stroak vndiscerued giuen 3 â—n all This World All 's fickle nought is Firm â—…s a Sea sanz Safety Calm or Port â—â—…es Cities Empires haue but heer their Term â—â—at euer 's born must vnder Death resort 4 Time flits as Wind and as a Torrent swifteth â—asseth quick and Nought can stop it flying â—ho knowes what Ills it euery Moment drifteth â—…ms that To leaue to liue is To leaue dying 5 â—an in the Wombe knowes nothing of his State â—…wile of Nature for there had he Reason â—hould fore-know this Worlds too-wretched Fate 〈◊〉 rather would intom be him in that Prison 6 Our Birth begins our Beere our Death our Breaâ— On that Condition Heer aboord we come To be 's as not to be Birth is but Death Ther 's but a Sigh from Table to the Tombe 7 Life 's but a Flash a Fume a Froath a Fable A Puffe a Picture in the Water seeming A waking Dream Dreams Shadow Shadowes Taâ— Troubling the Brain with idle Vapors steeming 8 Life to the life The Chesse-boord lineats VVhere Pawnes and Kings haue equall Portion This leaps that limps this cheks that neks that maâ— Their Names are diuerse but their Wood is one 9 Death Exile Sorrow Fear Distraction Strife And all those Euils seen before suspected Are not the Pains but Tributes of this Life Whence Kings no more than Carters are protecteâ— 10 No Sacraments haue been no Sanctuarie From Death Nor Altars for Kings offering-vp Th'Hell hallowed Host poysons Imperiall Harrie Pope Victor dies drinking th' immortall Cup. 11 Thou ow'st thy Soule to Heav'n to pay that Debt â—ot compeld Christians are willing Payers 〈◊〉 yet thy Soule as a good Guest intreat â—om no good Hoste will tumble down the Stairs 12 â—is better fall then still to feare a Fall better die then to be still a-dying 〈◊〉 End of Pain ends the Complaint withall 〈◊〉 nothing grieues that comes but once flying 13 This Life 's a Web wouen fine for som som grosse â—e Hemp some Flax some longer shorter some â—d and Ill Haps are but the Threeds acrosse 〈◊〉 first or last Death cuts it from the Loom 14 These Names which