his blood O! be not niggards of your Tears expence Vaile heer my Verse do ANNE a reuerence Rare ANNE that shames the rarest wits of Ours Her diuine Stances furnish thee these Flowers The Heauens may giue vs all Prosperities â— stain our State remooue our miseries â— cannot dry vp our Tears bitter streame â— extreame Euills remedies extreame â—store our King quick shall our Ioyes recouer â— neuer look our Sorrowes should giue-ouer Eech-where our Grief finds matter to augment it â— Names remembrance doth each-where present it â— famous Gests do busie euery Sort â—me tell his Warres others his Works report â—hers his Fauors past glad-sad deplore â—en not to mourn is not to mind Him more Ah! must we liue and see so sodain dead â—e Life that late our Liues inspirited â—ke saile my Soule let 's put-into the Port â—ile HENRY liu'd 't was good to liue in sort â— let vs after sith Hee 's reft of breath â— fire of Life is now farre worse then Death â—orrow with vs doth both lie-downe and rise â—nkles our Browes withers our Cheeks Eyes â—e shun what-euer might our Griefs allay â—e wish the Night w' are weary of the Day â—ht brings sad Silence with her horrid Shade â— euen her Colour seems for Mourning made Extreamest Woes yet are with Time ore-past Riuers of Teares are dryed-vp at last But neuer Ours Ours euer fresh shall flow We defie Comforts We 'll admit no mo Nor seek them but as Alchimy profound Seeks that which is not or which is not found Who from the Ocean Motion can recall Heat from Fire Void from Aire Order from All From Lines their Points from IRIS all her Dyes Perils from Seas from Numbers Vnities Shadowes from Bodies Angles from the Square May free our Hearts from Grief our Mindes from Caâ— He must be hart-les that is smart-les found The Soule that is not wounded with This wound Most brutish hath no humane Reason in 't There is no brest of Steel no heart of Flint But must be-mone so great a King so slain Who would not waile a Gally-slaue so tane Let vs no more name HENRYes Kings of France Death with two Kniues with one shiuer'd Lance Hath kild Three HENRY's one at Iousts in iest Th' other in 's Closet in 's Caroche the best So Three King RICHARDS Fiue Other cry Some fatal Secret in some Names doth lie What worse Disastre can you haue behinde â— threaten France O Destinies vnkinde â—at greater Mischief can your Malice bring â— good a Father rest so great a King â—at will you more sith we no more can hope â— any Good that with This Ill may cope This noble Spirit doth to his Spring re-mount â—is Bounties Flood retireth to his Fount â—s Atomie to 's Vnity vnites â—s Star returns to the first Light of Lights â—s Ray reuerts where first it light did take â— mortall wounds This Prince immortall make â—are-well sole Honour of all earthly Kings â—-well rare Prince for All-kinde Managings â—â—-well Great HENRY Heav'ns Natures Gem â—e-well bright Star of Kings Glories great Beam â—e-well sole Mortall that I keep in minde â—-well false Hope Fortune Court vnkinde â—eer lest Obliuion should vsurp her roome â—ME writes in Gold These Lines vpon thy Toomb â—is Prince vn-Peerd for Clemency and Courage â—y Sur-nam'd the Great the Good the Wise â—ror of Future Miracle of Fore-Age â—hort Mis-hap for-euer Happifies FINIS S t. LEWIS the KING OR A Lamp of Grace lighting THE GREAT in the right vvay To GLORIE Translated Dedicated As a New-yeeres-Gift TO The High-Hopefull Prince CHARLES Heire Apparant of Great-Britan's Kingdomes The Hopes of Christendom By IOSVAH SYLVESTER 1615. TO My Gracious Lord THE PRINCE NOT that yo r Highnes needs My mean Direction Hauing within a Princely spirit for Guide Without your Parent round about beside Precepts Patterns of diuine Perfection â—esume I Thus to bring in dim Reflexion This forain LAMP admired far wide But as An humble Gift This New-Years-Tide To intimate my Faith and my Affection â—r gracious hand Thus binds my gratefull heart To Offer Heavn my Vowes You my Verse For that Deliuerance You haue daignd in part â—ny poore Hopes wrackt in your Brothers Herse You haue begun Vouchsafe me Sacred Powers You may go-on make Me wholely Yours In Effect as In Affection To yo r Highnes seruice humbly deuoted Iosuah Syluester A HYMNE of S t. LEWIS The ninth of that Name King of France OF all the KINGS admired ouer All Whose Prudence swayd This Crown Imperiall â—â—ose Prowesse most our Lillies Bounds inlarg'd â—ose Iustice best their Charge in Peace discharg'd â—om most the Raies of glorious Greatnes crownd â—o brightest shin'd Who was the most Renownd â—â—t magnified for Manly Conquering â—hin the World the World was th' Holy King 〈◊〉 whose chast loynes froÌ„ out whose loyall Bloud Heröick Stems of Royall BOVRBONS bud â—ous S t. LEWIS Good KINGS President 〈◊〉 for his CHRIST for His Crosse him spent 〈◊〉 by his Valour so renown'd his Name 〈◊〉 all the Earth hath trembled at the same Who to free from captiue Furie fell Fields where yerst Our Captain conquerd Hell â—rageous Zeale setting his Soule on fire â—â—med FRANCE against the Asian's ire When I his Vertues read Acts so great Which Him so high among the Saints haue set And heere belowe so lasting glory wan I iudge them scarce Works of a meerly Man But of an Angel in Mans shape bedight To shew the World the Way of Vertue right Amaz'd to see among so many Sinnes As fatally the Court breeds beginnes Among so many Pleasures whose sweet Baits Intrap the wariest with their wylie Sleights A KING to curbe him so in Power supreame To vvatch him Selfe so with such care extreame As not to taste Delight of any kinde Which Reason barrs a braue and noble Minde But so vpright in VERTVES track to tred That euen in Earth a Heav'nly Life he led For neuer was there more accomplisht KING Whose royall hart had more replenishing Of Princely Vertues fit for Powerfull hand Or to be wisht in Mindes of High Commaund Nay would the Heavns their Treasures all prodâ—cinâ— All Gifts of Body of Minde conducing Mould for Mankinde a Prince or Potentate Worthy to gouern th'VNIVERSAL State â—â—ey could not giue the World We much lesse â—h One more worthy with more due Addresse â—take into his Royall hand the Helm â—ormfull Times so apt to ouer-whelm â— much the Star which rules in Birth of Kings â—en He was destin'd to These manegings â—de and propitious in His heart connext â— feare of GOD loue of IVSTICE next â—RTVES whose habit Happinesse doth nourish â—â—kes CoÌ„mon-Wealth flow The Church to flourish â—es best for Base to each illustrious State â—es mightiest KINGS calm Crowns fortunate â—seth their Subiects feare them louingly â—pes Them in Dangers euer danger-free â— the Almightie printing in their Face â—le Maiestie sweet Terror dreadfull Grace â— heaping
Extent of that great Empires Hope Whose Limits yet vnlimited appeare Where Sire and Sonne to mee are equal deare I see th' Aegean streames and Thracian strand Already trembling vnder his Command And th' horned Crescent which hath scornd to vale Before the Beams of This new Sun growes pale To greatest Ships as Guides of all the Fleet The cunning'st Pilots euermore are meet Mine most Immediate seems the souuerain care Of Soueraign Kings who but My Subiects are And therefore I that haue behight This Lad An ampler Rule then euer Monarch had As of the WORLD to make him Emperour I 'll haue his Vertues equall to his Power I 'll make them so and to approue it all The Earths foure Corners I to witnesse call This publisht thus eft-soones the winged Posts Addresse them quick to these inferiour Coasts And swift as Arrow hee that tooke to finde Faire Andria of great and goodlie mynde Among the manie Idols of our Dayes That counterfeit her fashion and her phraze Spy'd her at last for her heere slight account Ready to leaue vs and about to mount A winged horse in hope els-where to gett A new Renowne ' mid stranger Nations yet Her Helmet euer as her head she stirrs Seemed to twinkle with a thousand Starrs A stately groue of azure Plumes did waue And proudly shadowed her gilt Armour braue The bright keen Blade that by her side she wore Inur'd to blood in Battaills long before As it were weary of that rusting rest And greedy longing for his wonted feast Seem'd malcontent and his proud Sheath-disdaind The golden Prison that him still detaind Whereon were grauen with Arts Art-passing strife By such a hand as could giue Metall life The noblest feares of Valour most extolld In later Times and in the Dayes of old Of greatest Monarchs that yet euer were Whose marks the World vnto this day doth bear There by the Banks of Granic dy'd in graine As then no Banks but rather Hills of Slain Philips Great Sonne inspite of Multitude To his sole Scepter the whole World subdewd There valiant CAESAR Rome's first Emperour Quashing the Senats and the Peoples power And stooping all their Lawes to his Sword 's lawe Tramples the Tropheis of his Son in Lawe Who pale without and all appalld within Flyes from Pharsalia and his Hoast vnseen Why flyes Great Pompey so at once to lose Th' Honors so oft wonn from so many foes Because Thine fainted must Thou faulter too O yes with Caesar thou hadst heer to doo Thear's thy Excuse though Thou lost the Game Thy Victor yet some-what abates Thy Shame Thear on the Chape of massie gold vnmixt With other Metall plain or wrought betwixt Our own great HENRY smear'd with blood dust Pursues th' Iberians with keen fauchin iust And iustlie keening his couragious sp'rite Against those daring Demi-Moores despight Beats out of breath the brauest of their Troupe Who bleak for feare begin to faint and droupe The gold there loose seems euen to fly and more Looks pale in faces full of pride before But Hee well marked by his milk-white Plume With Kinglie scorne disdaining th' odious fume Of vulgar blood in valiant furie runns Vpon the proud Commanders Dukes and Donns Who either proud of Port or rich Attire Had by his hand a suddaine death for hire Their royall Patterne all his Troopes take-after And of the rest they make a glorious Slaughter Whence streams of gore that to their Center seud Met in a Rubie make a Lake of Blood Such costly Sheath sheath'd in such workmanship The sheen-keen Blade on Valour 's brawnie hip Hung in an azure Scarf all ouer sow'n With Crowned-Swords and Septres ouer-throw'n A thousand other famous Battailes fought At sundry times with Cunning-cost were wrought Within her Crimsin Bases waving lowe About her Calues in Buskins white as snowe Shee seem'd like Pallas gainst the Giants prest Or on Mount Ida against Mars addrest At suddaine sight of Heau'ns bright Messenger In mylder port she straight composed her And when He briefely to her heedfull thought Had done the sacred Arrand that he brought And by the way had question'd her beside Whether her Haste was bent she thus replyde Celestiall Herald While th'heroïck Prince Whose gentle Yoak his Celticks so contents Caru'd with his Sword a Statue to my Name To stand triumphant in the House of Fame Nothing could hold me from his steps a-part My hand did guide his hand my hart his hart Yea I was with him nay within him prest His spirit 's familiar and perpetuall guest But sithens Peace Him now hath quight disarm'd And keepeth Mars within her Temple charm'd I did giue way to my keen Swords Request Which can no longer lie and rust in Rest And while his hart now all in loue with Peace Hath left His hand for mee no businesse I meant to seeke some other Strand for Stage To act my Wonders in Warrs dreadfull rage That in braue Battaills I againe might reap The Palms Hee wonted on my head to heap For with the sparkles of my glorious fire Th' incensed brests of Younglings to inspire I can no more find in my hart sith they So rashly rush to cast themselues away So oft for Trifles bred of idle breath So madly run to an vntimely death So daily sacrifice their Life and Soule In some so foolish Quarrells some so foule That in the issue fatal for the most The Victors self may rather blush then boast And such as for such to vsurp the Sword Besides the Conquest 's euen to be deplor'd Is nothing else but to profane the same And to blaspheme myne honour and my Name Not that I blame where Blood Nature bindes In point of Honor Idol of braue mindes A Caualier so sensible of wrongs To hazard Life and all that him belongs Sith void of Honour hee is voide of sense That houlds not Life a deadlie Pestilence But I would haue them rightly learne before Not of a heart meer valiant and no more But of a heart valiant at-once and wise Wherein that Point of pretious Honour lyes For which hee 's happie that his Life shall lose And cursed hee that care-lesse it forgoes For such a cup-fume ouerflowes the braine Of such whose Soules this Error entertaine That One will weene his Honour interess't To bear a Word though spoken but in iest Who neuer thinks it tainted with a Lye Nor toucht with base and will-full Periurie Nor with his Treason when for some pretence Hee hath betrayd his Countrye or his Prince Or yielded-vp some vn-distressed Place Or fled the first to saue a Cowards case So th'Hypocrite through Superstitious Error Thinks he hath don some Sinn of haynous horror When by mis-heed or by mis-hap hee comes Vn-hallow-washt into the Sacred Roomes Yet makes no Conscience yet hath no Remorse To haue vndonne or donne to death by force Of vniust Doom or fraude of Euidence A many poore and harme-les Innocents Nay laughes at Widowes and at Orphanes teares By
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
Immortall Issue of ETERNITY His Soule in Bliss beholds her Makers Eyes His goodly Body shall more glorious Rise Weep not for HIM weep for our selues alas Not for our Priuate or Peculiar case As for our Sonn 's Brother's or Master's lack Or Prince's loss our Expectations wrack Our Places Graces Profits Pensions lost Our present Fortunes cast our future crost Weep for our Sinnes our Wicked-Prouocations Our haynous horrid high ABHOMINATIONS Both seen and secret both in High and Lowe Weep weep for These and stript from Top to Toe Of guiddie-Gaudes Top-gallant Tires and Towers Of Face-pride Case-pride Shin-pride Shoo-pride ours Like NINIVITES so neer Their threatned Fall In blackest Sack and Cinders shrowded All Not like a Bul-rush for a day or two To stoop and droop and seem as others doo As ACHAB yerst and PHARAO in Distress And then return vnto our old Excess As Doggs vnto their Mewte Hoggs to their Mire But day by day vntill our last exspire With bended Knees but more with broken hearts And th' inward rest of right Repentant Parts Prostrate our Soules in Fasting and in Praier Before the Foot-stool of th' Empyreal CHAIER That So What-euer bloody DELVGE float From th' old Red Dragon's wide-wide-yawning Throâ—â— We Humbled MOVRNERS may be Heav'nly Ma 〈…〉 In MERCIE 's Vessell to be All imbARET FINIS AN EPITAPH WHen Great French HENRY Fates bereft His Name Fame to OVRS He left As ablest ATLAS Then to proppe The Waight of WORTH the World of HOPE But ENGLAND's Sinnes a heauier Load So over-layd His Shoulders broad That crushed down Heer lies HEE dead So HOPE is fall'n and WORTH is fled ANOTHER WHom All admir'd whoÌ„ All almost ador'd For all the Parts of all PANDORA's Treasure The Hope of all to haue all Good restor'd HIM All our Ills haue slain by Heav'ns Displeasure By HIS late HIGHNE's First Worst Poet Pension r Iosuah Syluester HONI SOIT QVI MAL Y PENSE AN ELEGIAC-EPISTLE Consolatorie Against Immoderate Sorrowe for th'immature Decease Of S r. WILLIAM SIDNEY Knight Sonne and Heire apparant To The Right Honourable ROBERT LORD SIDNEY L. Vi-Count Lisle L. Chamberlain to the Queen L. Gouernour of His Maiesties Cautionarie Town of VLVSHING by IOSVAH SYLVESTER To the right Honorable the Lord Vi-count LISLE and his most vertuous Lady To Sir Robert SIDNEY Knight their Hopefull Sonne To the most Worthy Lady WROTH with the rest of their right vertuous Daughters To all the Noble SIDNEYS SEMI-SIDNEYS ALthough I know None but a Sidney's Muse Worthy to sing a Sidney's Worthyness None but Your Own * Anagram LA WROTH AL-WORTH Sidnëides In whom Her Vncle 's noble Veine renewes â—nd though I know sad Nobles to infuse My fore-spent Drops into the bound-lesse Seas Of Your deep Griefs for your deer Ioy 's Decease To Your full Ocean nought at-all accrues â—â—t as the Floods Queen Amphitrité daignes To take the Tribute of small Brooks and Bournes Which to Her Bounty that Their Streams maintains â—e humble Homage of Their Thanks returnes Accept These Sighes and these few Teares of Ours Which haue their Course but from the Source of Yours Y r Noble Name 's Vertue 's most Observant IOSVAH SYLVESTER An ELEGIAC EPISTLE WHat Obiect less theÌ„ our Great HENRY's Hers e Could so haue seiz'd the voice of euery Verse What Subiect else could haue ingrossed so The publique Store and priuate Stock of Woe What Sea but th' Ocean of His Vertues Fame Could drink all Teares or drown a SIDNEY's Na me As buried quick so quickly though so yong So vn-bewayled so vn-sigh't vn-sung O glorious HENRY though alone to Thee I owe my all and more then all of Mee And though alas the best and most of mine Reach not the least the lowest Dues of Thine Yet woldst thou couldst Thou hear as heer-to-foâ— And grant a Boon I onely would implore Thy leaue a little for a SIDNEY's Death To sigh a little of my Mournfull breath The rather that as Yerst Hee seru'd You heer And in His End attended Yours so neer Through-out all Ages subsequent to Ours His Name and Fame may ever waite on YOVRS Sith All the MVSES owe That Name alone A Dia-pason of each sad-sweet Groan â—t more peculiar and precisely Mine â—ineally bound vnto That Noble Ligne ARCADIANS know no Other for APOLLO â—o other MARS in Arms or Arts to follow â—s DEMI-GODS as well of Warre as Wit â—hen SIDNEYS yerst or SEMI-SIDNEYS yet â—et fit I said for of This deer Descent â—ature of late too-lauishly hath spent Like My Ill-Huswifes which at once doe burn â—wo or three lights where One wold serue the turn â—ot her Own only but more orient Gemms â—ore rich more rare more fitting Diadems As first th' old Father famous-fortunate â—he prime firme Founder of our IRISH State â—ext His Son PHILIP More theÌ„ PHILIP'S Son â—hose World of Worth a World of Honor won â—hen His sole Heire sole VENVS-IVNO-PALLAS â—ll Beauties Pattern and All Vertues Palace Whose memorie on MVSES Fairest Hill â— Canonized by a Phoenix Quill â—hese Three the which Three Ages might haue grac't â—ll These and more in My short Age haue past â—esides This new SWEET-WILLIAM now deceast Th' Epitomè and Summe of All the rest The Flower of Youth of Honour Beauty Blood Th'Apparant Heire of All the SIDNEYS Good For Minde for Mould for Spirit Strength Stature A Miracle a Master-piece of Nature Alas How grossely doe our Painters erre In drawing Death's grim Visage euery-where With hollow holes as wholely dark and blind Ah! See wee not how still Hee sees to finde The fairest Mark the rarest and the best Of Vertues Budds and lets alone the rest Ravens Brambles Bandogs Sirens heer he leaues Swannes Roses Lions Dians hence he reaves Nay th' onely PHOENIX hath he newly slain But maugre Death That Bird reuiues again No maruaile then if SIDNEYS fall so fast So early ripe are seldome apt to last So Eminent are imminent to die Malicious Death doth Such so eas'ly spie But why of Death and Nature raue I Thus Another Stile my LISLE befitteth vs. Another Hand another Eye directs Both Death and Nature in These high Effects The Eye of PROVIDENCE the Hand of POVVER Disposing All in Order and in Hower So working in so waking over All That but by Those doth Nothing heere befall Then not as Currs the stone or staff to bite Vn-heeding why or who doth hurl or smight Vnto That Eye let vs erect our owne And humble vs vnder That Hand alone Which as the Potter his own Work controules Dissolueth Bodies and absolueth Soules Vn-partiall euer Vn-preposterous How-euer Other it may seem to vs. For euer since first WOMAN teemed Twin And at a Birth brought forth both Death Sin Sin as her Heir Death as an Heritage â—ustly deriued down from Age to Age It is Decreed by a more Chang-lesse Lawe Then euer yet the Medes and Persians sawe That All men once as well as Lowe the High
caus'd the Owners die In sted of Barley and the best of Corn Grow nothing there but Thistles Weeds Thorn Heere IOB surceast The fourth Booke 〈…〉 H◠〈…〉 Three fore-named Friends â—m â—rth â—ech â—s hopeless of their ends Sith IOB â—stiâ— still maintâ—in'd his right Of Râ—g 〈◊〉 his own proper sight Theâ— angâ—y Zeal began to swelt and swel In Elihú the sonne of Barachel Thâ— Buzâ—te borne and of the Race of Ram Bâ—th against IOB began his wrath to flame Becausâ— â—s tâ— of his words imply'd Rather Himselfe then GOD he iustifi'd And also Those his â—oe-friends for so strict Condemning IOB vntry'd and vnconvict His modestie him hitherto with-held As giuing place to others of more Eld But seeing IOB to a full Period come And th' other â—hree without Reply as dumb His Zeal burst out and Thus in briefe began I must confesse I am too young a man T' haue interrupted you so old before In This Dispute and therefore I forbore I was in doubt I durst not speak till now My weak Opinion and present it you For Dayes thought I Yeers can farther reach And long Experience Wisedom best can teach Men haue a Soule Reason's light inherit But Wisedom is inspir'd by th' Holy-Spirit Which bloweth where it will worketh free Not ty'd to Age nor to Authoritie For Great men alwaies are not wisest found Nor the most Ancient still the most profound Therfore awhile to Me giue eare I pray And let Me also mine Opinion say I well obseru'd your words with diligence I scann'd your Reasons markt your Arguments Yea neer and narrow haue I watcht waigh'd What Each of you and All of you haue said Yet is there None of you apart or ioynt Conuinces IOB or answers to the Point Lest You should say We Wisedom compass can GOD will evince him not the VVit of Man For Me Me yet he neuer did gain-say Nor doe I mean to answer him your way Here-with amaz'd they stil continuing mute Without Reply or shew of more Dispute For I expected yet some Speech from some â—waited still and when as none would come I will said I now prosecute my part To giue my 〈◊〉 from a single heart For I am full of matter to the top My Spirit within me straines me stirres me vp My Brest is like a Wine-Burt wanting Vent Ready to burst or Bottles like to slent I 'll therefore speak that I may yet re-spire And ope my mouth to fanne mine inward fire Yet None I pray from Me the while expect Smooth soothing Titles personall Respect For soothing Titles knowe not I to giue Nor should I would my Maker let me liue 〈◊〉 â—3 NOw therfore IOB hark with attentiue beed To all the Words that from me shal proceed For what I speak premeditated is Not out of Passion or of Preiudice But most sincere and from a single heart Out of cleer Knowledge without Clowds of Art One the same of the same Mass of Mire Made Me as Thee did my Spirit inspire Feare not therfore if Thou haue ought to say Oppose and answer put thy Words in ray I am according to thy wish to plead And parley with thee in th' Almighties stead And yet a Man My Terrors shall not fright thee Neither my hand with heauy Tortures smight thee Lo Thou hast said I heard markt it well In Mee there none Iniquitie doth dwell I am Vpright and Clean and Innocent Yet as a Foe Hee is against mee bent Hee picks occasions to inflict mee Stroaks Sifts all my Waies and sets me in the Stocks And lo in This euen in This saying so Thou art not Iust for if thou know'st not know That GOD is Greater then All Men then Why Striu'st Thou with Him whose supream Soueraignty Yields vs no Reason nor Account at all Of His high Counsailes Why or How they fall For once yea twice to Man th' Almighty speaks Yet Man perceiues not or it little reaks By Dream or Vision of the Night in Sleep Vpon his Bed or in some Slumber deep Then opens He Mens eares him reuealeth And sweetly there their meet Instruction sealeth To turn a Man from his intended Ill And hide the Pride of his ambitious Will To keep his Soule back from the brink of Hell And saue his Life from Death Dangers fell Some-times He 's also chast'ned on his Bed With grieuous Sicknes from the foot to head Incessant burning in his Bones and Bloud So that he â—oatheth the most dainty Food His Flesh consumed his Bones so high That they appeare as an Anatomie His Life and Soule draw neer vnto the Pit The Graue doth gape Worms doe wait for it If with Him be a holy Messenger One of a Thousand an Interpreter To shew to Man the Iustice of his GOD In his Correction with his sharpest Rod And rightly humbled re-aduance the Meek By Faith aboue his Righteousnes to seek And pray to Him He will propitious stand And to his Seruant He will Thus command Deliuer him from going to the Graue I am appeas'd a Ransome found I haue Then than a Child shall fresher be his Flesh He shall return vnto his Youth afresh Then shall he call on GOD and GOD shal be Right gracious to him He with ioy shall see His glorious Face For He will render than He will impute His Righteousnes to Man He visits Men and if that any say I haue offended I haue gone astray I haue miss-done I haue peruerted Right Oh! I haue sinn'd had no profit by 't He will deliuer from Infernall Doom His Soule his Life from an vntimely Toomb Lo all These things doth GOD do twice or thrice Oft and again to Man too prone to Vice To re-reduce his Soule from Death's dark Night To be enlightned with the liuing Light IOB mark it well And harken farther yet What I shall speak saue when thou seest it fit If ought thou haue to answer or obiect Speak on in GOD's Name for I much affect To iustifie and cleer thee if I may If otherwise if nought thou haue to say Lift and obserue with silence I beseech And I shall teach thee Wisedom by my Speech SO he proceeded and said furthermore Caâ— â— Heare Me ye Sages Men of Skilfull lore For as the Palate doth discern of Food Th' Eare trieth Words how they be bad or good Let 's then debate This Matter among vs Examine it and what is right discuss For IOB hath said O! I am Iust Vpright And yet saith He GOD hath bereft my Right Should I belye my Cause My thrilled Wound Is past all Cure and yet no Crime is found What man like IOB himselfe so ouer-thinks VVho wilfully Contempt like Water drinks VVho with the Wicked Vngodly walks Iumps iust with Them in their language talks For he hath said Man hath no profit by 't To walke with GOD and in Him to delight But heare me now all yee that vnderstand O! be it
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
ALMES to Rocks Plants Creatures all that liâ— â—ducing Fire withall whose Force vnseen â—es frankly too his helpfull Heat between ALMES in our Bodies worketh all in all Eyes lend it Light the Hands most liberal â—orious ALMNERS being home to the Head â—needfull Store where-with the VVhole is fed â—e Feet supply it with their meet Support â— each each other as their Parts comport â—e Liuer Nurse of Naturall Faculties 〈◊〉 warms then feeds the Nerues Veins Arteries â—sing the Stomach as His Almes receiue â—e Heat which first his vertue doth conceiue â—e spongie Lungs with gentle Sighes inspire â—e vitall Aier our Little-Worlds require Heart quick and ready with Almes-vowed Vigor â—wes to it selfe against extreamest Rigor â—vtmost Refuge all our liueliest Heat â—uccour Nature when Death seems to threat 〈◊〉 Soule solely diuine Life 's motion brings â—all the Members of This Thing of Things â—ME'S Heir apparant to VVhom supreme Sage â—'ns Alm'ner gaue the Earth for heritage 〈◊〉 hauing free receiv'd so various Store â—hould be frank to th'Needy Naked Poore Be bountious ALMNERS said All Bounties Father Y' are not heer Owners but meer Stewards rather I haue ordain'd you to prouide and care For th' Orphane Poore that vnprouided are If narrow-hearted You shrink-in your hands From th' humble Begger that Your ALMES demandâ— I 'll make Your Goods like water leak away Your Lands a Stranger shall inherit aye Your Gold your God before you be aware Some barbarous Souldiers in your sight shall share Your stately houses stiled by your Names VVarres rage shall ruine or some sodain Flames VVhich I shall kindle in my iust displeasure Against yo r Selues yo r Seed yo r Trust yo r Treasâ— The Merciless with Me shall Mercy miss That Vice alone all Vertues Poyson is Abram Lot Ioseph Iob were ALMNERS all To Strangers kinde to Neighbours liberal By sacred record which renownes them more For this rare Vertue then All else of yore As if with GOD the Author of all Good Their chief perfection in this Function stood Sole Soule of Vertues second Life of all This various vast Orbe which the World we call Calling to record the Rein-searching Eye â—er I protest that in My Pouerty Though these deer Times daign Me so scant a Scope â—at hauing Nothing I can Nothing hope â—ext my Home-charge where Charity begins â—y deepest Sighes saue for my Debts and Sinnes â—se from Compassion and Desire to steed â—ers which Helps which yet my Self I need Succour Others to be like the Sun â—ending Light and Heat to Euery-one â—e to All in some sort necessarie â—or Vertues Meed and not as mercenary â—her to giue then take to lend then borrow Pound to-Night then but a Crowne to-Morrow â— th'Heau'nly Wisedome best it Selfe knowes Why â—h still th' Effect of This Affect deny â—rying Meanes and Matter to express â—ne inward Zeal to ALMES and Thankfulnes â—ch oft breakes-out without a Trompet blow'n â—giue GOD knowes more then I knowe mine Own â—e more my Grief the less my Thought of Merit Thirst of Praise though heer I thus auerr-it â—h'humble Proffer of so Poor a Mite â—bundant Rich to Bounty to incite Vain-glorious ALMNERS are effeminate Affecting Works but to be wondred-at Whose Vertue is meer Vanity indeed And heer receiues their momentary Meed The Meritorious such as ween them so Indebting GOD to Them for what they doe In sted of Heau'n where Humble Soules abide Shall purchase Hell the Portion of their Pride O! Thrice thrice Happy He whose free Desires To Charity a holy feruour fiers VVho only mindes GOD's glory by his Gift And Neighbor's Good without sinister Drift Famine familiar vnto Rogues that range Shall not come neer his Garner nor his Grange His Fields with Corn abundant Crop shall couer His Vines with Grapes his Hedge vvith Roses oâ— His Downs w th Sheep his Daery-grounds with Neâ— His Mounts with Kids his Moores with Oxen greâ— His Groues with Droues increasing night and day His Hills with Heards his smiling Meads with Haâ— His Fenns with Fowl his Pills and Pooles with Fâ— His Trees with Fruits with Plenty euery Dish Content and Health the best of Earthly bliss Shall euermore remaine with Him and His â—n Pride nor Enuy neuer shall molest â—r Corsiue Care Foe to Repast and Rest â— th'All-see Eye still carefully respects â—e ALMNER's House and euer it protects â— finally vvhen Iustice endeth All â—et Mercie 's Voice Him to Heauens Kingdom cal â—ut th' Vsurer how-euer heer he thriue Heards and Hoords already dead aliue â— Heat of Loue no Heart to giue a Mite â—ept to gain and gather double by 't â— in That Day to Him a Day of VVoe â—e Holy-One th' All-Knower will not knowe â—me and Confusion shall be-spred him ouer â—ishing the Holes to hide Hills to couer â—nal Fier shall fry his thirsty Veines â—ortal dying in eternal Pains Eyes so nice to look on Lazars Sore â— swim in Sulphury Teares tortur'd the more â—ee aboue in Blisse and Glory rife â—m Ruth-less heer they would not see in life Eares Heer deaf vnto distressed-ones â— there hear Horror of the Damned Grones â— shall the voice of Mercy Him salute â—o in Effect to Needy Mones was mute Millions of Masses cannot him redeem Nor all Church-Treasure euer ransom him From all-Thought-passing Pangs of Wretchednes As End-less Ease-less and Remedy-lesse ALMNES are so vsual in the Eastern parts Where Heav'n Earth Aier improue their Parts That euery Village there in Winters Need Is wont the Flocks of Wyldest Fowles to feed And break the Ice of purpose for their drink When crystall Crusts haue glas'd the Waters brink A Charity of Infidels to Fowles Shaming some Christians towards Christian Soules Rich Anatolia and her happy Coast Th'abbridged Glasse of all the World almost In her huge Cities rather Shieres wall'd-in These hundred yeers hath not a Beggar seen GOD's strict Edict they there obserue so well Forbidding Beggers in His ISRAEL Sith 't is misprision of the Law of Nature Nay impious Pride against our All Creator To suffer Man GOD's Image and our Owne VVhom we may succour to be ouer-thrown To stark for Cold to starue for Food to perish In Penury when we haue power to cherish 〈◊〉 in such Cases where we knowe we can â—ere not to Comfort is to Kill a Man Yet sole the Christian Each a Wolf to other â—dains to look on his Distressed Brother â—d heer in LONDON Coaching swiftly by â—stalking on with Self-suruaying Eye â—strutting out to vye his Purles or Lace â— stepping-in to see some painted Face Fire-new Fashion of a Sleeue or Slop â—o some Tauern or Tobacco Shop â— towards Burn Bull if not Turnbul Street â—to Black-Friers some white Nunnes to meet Doores on Dunghils vnder euery Stall â— pined sick poor naked Christians fall â—ut starue and dye for lack but of the Price â—he least Cross of his last Cast at Dice Of the Tythe but of his Shoo-tyes Cost Of the Spangles from his Garters lost
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
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
another scarce awakes One mounts his Horse yer he be curb'd or girt And without Spurs Others to shew more heart Would make a Stand some neither wake nor sleep Some braue in Word in Deed as faint as Sheep Now by degrees this Noise comes to the Eares Of Holosernez Houshold Officers â—o that sad Bagos hies him in all hast Vnto the Tent where th' Ethnick slept his last With trembling hand once twice or thrice he knockt â—ut an eternall Sleep the Doors had lockt Of his Lord's eares who had already crost â—he Stygian Ferry not to be re-crost Then hearing still th' Isacians lowder shout â—e makes the Doore fly-open with his Foot â—nd entring findes in gorie Bed lowe shrunk Not Holofernez but his Head-less Trunk â—hen did he teare his haire and rent his Clothes â—nd to the Clowds roars out in yelling Oathes â—specially when IVDITH there he mist Whom now the Murdress of his Lord he wist When ragefull rushing from the bloody Tent â—his hideous Cry through all the Camp he sent Woe woe to vs Alas this cursed Night â—cursed Captiue hath confounded quight â—ur awefull Army and vndone vs All 〈◊〉 treacherous slaughter of our GENERAL This new Affright redoubled on the first The stoutest harts doth so dis-hart and burst That All at-once abandoning their Armes Pikes Swords Shields Darts Arrowes all by swarms Be take them to their heels o'r Hill Dale Flying from one death on a worse to fall Then the Besieged in great Troops descend And on their backs revenging Bowes they bend Both run apace Those fly These follow fast But those that fly make lesse good speed then haste For without losse of Man th' Hebrews at will The flying Pagans slaughter thrash and thrill Euen as a Lyon in Getulian Lawnes Bestreawes the soile with fearfull Kids and Fawnes Where not a Beast his Furie dares abide Nor lift a horne against his awefull pride One from a Rock himselfe doth headlong dash And all to peeces all his parts doth pash Other forgetting that in deepest depth Fate findes vs out into a Riuer leap'th But if by speed or some good hap perhaps This Mornings first fel Fury any scapes He scapes not though those Hebrews outrages Who kept about the Straits Passages So that scarce one of such a Rout could bring To Niniué the Newes vnto the King The Battaile rather th' Execution don Out of the Citie flocked euery-one Whom Sex or Age had hitherto restrain'd To see the drad Revenge the Lord had rain'd So suddainly and past all Expectation On those fell Foes of His deer Holy Nation One full of Wounds yet gasping calls in vain On lazie Death to end his lingering pain One grinning gastly in his visage grim â—howes dead the Rage that liuing sweld in him â—ome mangled heer some there some round about â—nd euery Soule a sundry way went out â—ccordingly as Valor Sleight or Chance â—ed the dead-doing Sword or Dart or Launce 〈◊〉 short This sight so truly tragick was That euen the Victors would haue sigh't alas â—ad they so vanquisht any Foe but This. But rifling long among the Carcases â—t last the Body of the Duke they found Thogh head-less known best by that only wound â—hither they throng That euery blade must thrill â—nd euery one that Corps againe would kill A hundred Swords a hundred Pikes and Darts Are euery moment goring all his parts And euery Nerue Vein Muscle Ioynt they hack Till room at last their Vulgar Rage doth lack For were his Bulk as big as Atlasses His Limbes as many as Encéiades And strong Briareus yet yet think I all Their dire Revenge would still still think too small For of the Iewes none so base Clown there is But would a Gobbet of that Flesh of His. Giue Tyrant giue thy Right hand to Cilicians Thy Left to Medes giue one Arm to Phoenicians Th' other to Ismael and divide thy Feet Between th' Egyptian and the Coelianite That euery Nation whom Thine Arms offenc't May by some Part be partly recompenc't Alas I erre for all in Atomies Wert Thou divided all would not suffise But IVDITH nor forgetful nor ingrate Would neither bury nor Selfe-arrogate The sacred honor for Assistance given In This great Work by th'All-work hand of Heav'â— But tyming meet her Feet to Timbrells noise This Hymne she sings with glad-sad warbling voice Follow'd by all the Flower of Hebrew Dames Maids Widowes Wiues of faultless Forms Fames Laude laude we lowd with verse with voice strings The GOD of GODs the glorious King of Kings Those Power alone pulls Tyrants down reareth â—eek in their Room who HIM ay-faithfull feareth For who would thinke one Citie in one Day 〈◊〉 suddainly could such an Hoast dismay Whose high Exploits had all the World astounded And from the Indes to Iapheths Inns resounded Lord who wold think that HOLOFERNES â—ate Proud Conqueror of many a Potentate â—hould lose his Life for all his Selfe-affiance 〈◊〉 one weak Woman not a Troop of Giants Who who would thinke that HE who late possest At least had power from farthest East to West â—om Pole to Pole stretching his arms all-over â—ould not haue left one Inch of Turse for Cover That stately Prince so thick attended-on â—â—w dead alas lyes aboue ground alone â—t not alone for Those that seru'd him living â—â—sort him dead Proofe of their Duties giving Nor yet aboue ground for the Ravens become His mangled Bodie 's better-worthy Toomb Then pretious Marble let and Iacynth gilded Which for his Bones Himselfe had proudly builded So so good Lord from Hence-forth let vs finde Thee not our Iudge but as our Father kinde And so Hence-forth the Foes of SION rather Feele Thee their Iudge then their propitious Father Heer IVDITH ends Heer also end will I With thanks to GOD and to Your Maiestie To GOD for bringing This my Work about To You for daigning to haue read it out FINIS LITTLE BARTAS OR Brief Meditations ON The Power Providence Greatnes Goodnes of GOD In the CREATION of the World for Man Of Man For HIM-SELFE Translated Dedicated To the most Royal Lady ELIZABETH by IOSVAH SYLVESTER HONI SOIT QVI MAL Y PENSE TO The most Royal Lady ELIZABETH Infanta of England Princess PALATINE of Rhine SWeet Grace of GRACES Glory of Your Age Lustre of VERTVES Moral and Diuine Whose Sacred Rayes already far out-shine Your Princely State Your Royall Parentage Heer to your HIGHNES with all Good-Presage Congratuling Your little PALATINE I consecrate This LITTLE-One of Mine To serue Your Self first then Your Son for Page Your gracious Favours to my former Brood So binde my Thoughts so bolden my Desires To showe Mee gratefull as I know You good That Thus to YOV This LITTLE Mine aspires Little in Growth yet of so great a Spirit As happily Your Graces grace may merit To Your Highnes Seruice Dulie and Trulie devoted Iosuah Sylvester Souhaits Royaux Loyaux Au Roy. AIusi l' Ancien des Temps
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
be as well taught as fed 5. Of a Iudge Both blinde and lame I iudge Thee best to make Least that thine Eyes miss-giue thy Hands miss-take 6. Of a Husbandman Good-morrow bids the Cock th'Owle bids Good-night To Countrie-Cares I bid GOD speed them right 7. Of a Captaine In War and Peace CHRIST is the sole Commander To lead to God-ward follow still His Standard Of all the Seauen So Rule 1 Plead 2 Practise 3 Preach 4 Doom 5 Delue 6 Direcâ— 7 Climes 1 Causes 2 Cures 3 CHRIST 4 Crimes 5 Turues 6 Troâ—…selâ—… 7 FINIS LACHRYMAE LACHRYMARVM or The Spirit of Teares Distilled For the vn-timely Death of The incomparable PRINCE HENRY Late PRINCE of WALES By IOSVAH SYLVESTER HONI SOIT QVI MAL Y PENSE LACHRYMAE LACHRYMARVM A Funeral Elegie The Argument in an EPITAPH HEre lyes Drie Eies read not This EPITAPH Heer lyes Great-Britans Stay Great Iacob's Staff The stately Top-bough of Imperial Stemme World's richest Iewell Nature 's rarest Gemme Mirror of Princes Miracle of Youth All Vertues Pattern Patron of all Truth Refuge of Armes ample Reward of Arts Worth 's Comforter milde Conquerer of Hearts The Churche's Tower the Terror of the Pope Herôik HENRY Atlas of our Hope HOw-euer short of Others Art and Wit I knowe my powers for such a Part vnfit And shall but light my Candle in the Sun To doe a work shall be so better Donne Could Teares and Feares giue my Distractions leaue Of sobbing words a sable Webbe to weaue Could Sorrow's Fulnes giue my voice a vent How would how should my saddest Verse lament In deepest Sighes in stead of sweetest Songs This Loss alas which vnto All belongs To All alas though chiefly to the Chief His royal Parents Principalls in grief To All the Peers to all Confederate To All the CHVRCH to all the CHRISTIAN State To all the Godly now and future farr To all the WORLD except S.P.Q.R. To All together and to Each a-part That liues and loues Religion Armes or Art To all abroad but to Vs most of all That neerest stood to my High Cedars fall But more then most to Mee that had no Prop But HENRY's Hand and but in Him no Hope In Whom with Nature Grace and Fortune mett To consummate a PRINCE as Good as Great In WhoÌ„ the Heavn's were pleas'd to shew the Earth A richer Iewell then the World was worth Or worthy of therefore no more to make So rare a Piece His pretious Moulde they brake O soudain Change O sad Vicissitude O! how the Heav'ns our Earthly Hopes delude O! what is firm beneath the Firmament O! what is constant heer that giues Content What Trust in Princes O! what Help in Man Whose dying Life is but in length a spann Melting as Snowe before the Mid-day Sunn Past as a Poste that speedy by dooth runn â—wift as the Current of the quickest Stream â—ain as a Thought forgotten as a Dream O Deerest HENRY Heav'n and Earth's Delight O cleerest Beame of Vertues Rising bright O purest Spark of Pious Princely Zeale O surest Ark of Iustice sacred weale O grauest Presage of a Prudent Kinde O brauest Message of a Valiant Minde O All-admir'd Benign and Bountious O All-desired right PANARETVS PANARETVS All-vertuous was thy Name Thy Nature such such euer be thy Fame O deerest cleerest purest surest Prop O grauest bravest highest nighest Hope O! how vntimely is this Sunne gonn down This Spark put-out This Ark as ouerthrown This Presage crost This Message lost and left This Prop displac't This Hope of All bereft O! How vnkinde How graceless How ingrate Haue Wee cut-off Thy likely longer Date For were This Stroak froÌ„ Heav'ns immediat hand Or by Heav'ns leaue from Hell's suborned Band Of ROMVLIDES What dare not They presumeâ— If this That Sea a Sulphury Sea consume How-e'r it were We were the Moouing Cause That sweet Prince HENRY breath no-longer drawâ— Wee all alas haue had our hands herein And Each of vs hath by some cord of Sinne Hal'd down from Heav'n from Iustice awfull Seat This Heauy Iudgement which yet more doth threat Wee Clergie first who too-too-oft haue stood More for the Church-goods theÌ„ the Churches good Wee Nobles next whose Title euer strong Can hardly offer Right or suffer Wrong Wee Magistrates who mostly weak of sight Are rather faine to feele then see the Right Wee Officers whose Price of euery Place Keeps Vertue out and bringeth Vice in grace Wee Gentrie then who rack and sack and sell To swimme like Sea-Crabs in a foure-wheeld Shell Wee Courtiers next who French-Italianate Change with the Moon our Fashion Faith Fate Wee Lawyers then who Dedalizing LAVV And deadding Conscience like the Horse-leach drawe Wee Cittizens who seeming Pure and Plaine Beguile our Brother make our God our GAYNE Wee Country-men who slander Heav'n and Earth As Authors of Our Artificial Dearth Wee Pourueyors last who taking tenn for two Rob both at once our Prince and People too All briefly all all Ages Sexes Sorts In Countries Citties Benches Churches Courts All Epicures Witt-Wantons Atheists Mach'-Arctines Momes Tap-To-Bacchonists Batts Harpies Sirens Centaures Bib-all-nights Sice-sink-ap-Asses Hags Hermaphrodites And Wee poore Nothings fixed in no Spheare Right Wandring Tapers Erring euery-where Scorn of the Vulgar Scandall of the Gowne Haue pull'd this waight of Wrath This Vengeance down All All are guilty in a high Degree Of This High-Treason and Conspiracie More brute then Brutus stabbing more then CAESAR With Two-hand-SINNES of Profit and of Pleasure And th'odious Engine which doth all include Our Many-pointed proud INGRATITVDE For for the Peoples Sinnes for Subiects crymes God takes-away good Prinâ—es oftentimes So good IOSIAH HENRY 's parallel Was soon bereft from Sinfull Israel So our good EDVVARD HENRY's Pre-cedent For ENGLAND's Sinnes was hence vntimely hent So heer good HENRY is new taken hence For now Great-BRITAN's great Sinnes Confluence VVee see th' Effect wee haue the Cause confest O! Turn wee then with speed to Saue the rest O! Turn vs Lord turn to vs turn away Thy Frowns our Fears with humblest Tears we pray O saue our SOVERAIN saue his Royall seed That still his Owne may on his Throne succeed Let Each of vs make priuie Search within And hauing found bring forth the Traitor SIN To Execution with all Execration Henceforth renouncing such In-Sin-newation Let Each of vs as Each hath throw'n a Dart A Dart of Sinne at HENRY's princely heart Send-vp in Sighes our Soules deuoutest breath To Shield our IAMES ANNE CHARLES ELIZABETH And HIM whose Loue shal render HER her Brother And make Her soon a happy Princes Mother Let Each of vs cease to lament in vain Prince HENRY 's Loss Death is to HIM a Gain For Sauoy's Dukelings or the Florentine He Wedds his Sauiour of a Regal Ligne Glory for Gold for Hope Possession there Of Crowns so Rich as neuer entred Eare Eye neuer sawe nor euer Heart conceav'd So strong Assur'd as cannot be bereav'd Waile not his death His Vertues cannot Dye
and wide spred and disperst the fame Of IOB'S Mis-fortunes from the first begun That He was halfe dead and was whole vndone His Friends then Eliphas the Themanite Bildad the Shuite the Naamathite Zophar as others hearing this report As soone as might be towards him resort Resolu'd with Comforts to relieue in part Their Friends Affliction asswage his Smart But there arriued at the very sight Of his so wofull and so wretched Plight They all amaz'd their Garments sadly tore Their heads with Ashes all besprinkled o're And for seavn dayes and nights in Sorow drown'd Lay grieuing by him groueling on the ground Without word speaking lest vntimely trouble Amid his Anguish should his Dolors double 〈◊〉 3. IOB therefore straining his obstructed voice Began Thus sadly with a shiuering noise O! VVo be to the Day when I was born O! be it eueâ— of the Light forlorn O! may it euer vnder Darknes lie And neuer Sâ—n vouchsafe it cheerfull eye Nor GOD regard it let a deadly Shade O're-clowde it aye as euer Dismall made O! wo be also to the Night wherein My Mother my Conception did begin Lightning Thunder thrill it euermore Whirle-wind Tempest may it euer roare Of Fogs of Frosts of Showers of Snowes of Haile Of Mists of Mil-deawes may it neuer faile May it no more in Calendar be plac't But from the Role of Months and Yeares be rac't May th' Euening Stars be dark No light returning May it no more see th'Eye-lids of the Morning Because it clos'd not at my wretched Birth The fruitfull Doore that brought me weeping forth But let me passe into this woefull Light To vndergoe so miserable Plight O! Why when shapelesse in my Mothers Womb I lâ— as dead Why did not Death strike home VVhy not alas amid the bearing Throes VVhen I began to feele Mans feeble Woes VVhy did the knees support me Why the Brest Supply me suck Why was I swath'd and drest Sith else alas I had now lien at ease Had been at rest had slept in quietnesse Among the high and mighty Potentates Kings Counsellors great Lords and Magistrates VVho in the VVorld to leaue their Names Renowne Haue built theÌ„ Bowers which others shall pul-downe And those rich Princes that haue heapt of-old Their houses full of Siluer and of Gold Or Why alas as an Abortiue Birth Was I not hid and buried in the Earth There Tyrants cease from their imperious Pride There Vertuous Workers at their rest abide There Prisoners rest from their Oppressors Braule There Slaues are free from their fell Masters Thrall There High and Lowe without Disdain or Dread Rest all together in one Common bed O! wished Death more to be wisht then Life Thou breakst the Force of Enuies Engines rife Thou cuttest-off our Trauails Tediousnesse Thou kilst our Cares Thou calm'st our most Distress· O! to the wretched why is Light imparted Why Life alas vnto the heauie-hearted Who longs for Death and if it linger long Would fainer seek it then euen Gold among And gladder find it as of Ioys the Chiefe Within their Graue to burie all their Griefe Especially to Him whose Way is hid Whom GOD hath shut-vp stopt streightened Sith yer I eat My Sighes refell my Food My Roarings gush out like a raging Flood For though my Plenty neuer made me proud My Power imperious nor to pleasure bow'd What most I doubted I endur'd alas And what I feared is euen comn to passe For Care and Feare I had no rest before Yet Trouble's come and trebbles more and more IOB ceasing so began the Themanite Câ— â— Ioly perplext an Answer thus to dight If We presume to comfort thee deer Friend Wil our Discourse I feare it will offend Will thy Disease our kinde Good-wills disdain But in this Case alas Who can refrain Who so hard-hearted or vnciuill-bred That can vnmoued see thee thus bested To see and heare Thee in this deep Distresse Who can keep silence Who can hold his peace Why Thou wert wont in thy Prosperities To stay weak hands and strengthen feeble knees To counsell those that in their Course had stray'd To comfort those whom Crosses ouer-lay'd Now that Mis-hap on thine owne head hath hit Now that the Storm hath thine owne vessell smit Now that the Case is Thine How art thou sunk From thine owne Succor From thy self how shrunk Where is alas Where is thy Confidence Thy Constancy thy Hope thy Patience Thy Piety thy Faith thy Feare of God And th'vpright Path which Thou hast euer trod O! ponder this Who euer Innocent Hath perished Hath the Omnipotent Eternall Iustice euer plagu'd the Iust Destroyd the Righteous who Him only trust As I haue seen Those that haue plough'd and sow'n Iniquity reap sodenly their owne When with the Blast of GOD they blasted fall And with his Breath are quick consumed all GOD in his Fury starueth in distresse The roaring Lion and the Lionesse Their rauening Whelps are scattered farre away Their Teeth are broken and they pine for Prey I 'll tell thee more Once in a certain Night Silent I heard a Voyce and saw a Sight About the time when Sleep begins to seaze Our drouzie Lids our Dayly Loads to ease Amaz'd with Feare my haire began to heaue My heart to tremble euery part to leaue His proper Part When to mine eyes a-space Appeerd the Image of an vnknowne Face One stood before me Whence yet more dismaid I heard a Voyce and Thus me thought it said Shall Man be iuster then his GOD said He The Creature purer then his Maker be Behold he found not in his Angels bright Firme Fealty but Folly in his sight How much more then in Those whose habitation Is but of Clay but Dust their best Foundation Whose brittle Vessels heer so little last That yer they know them they are often past Whose fickle Garment how-so-euer loath Shall be destroy'd and done before the Moath Whose doubtfull Daies yer they begin be gon Cut downe by Death when least they think thereon Whose Dignities how-euer grac't or Great Shall die with them and Them the Wormes shall eat NOw call thou lowd if any will reply Cap â— Among the Saints where wilt thou turne thine eye Two sorts of Fooles th' Idiot and Enuious die Of Anger th' one th' other of Iealousie I haue beheld the Foole faire rooted yerst Yet haue I soon his Habitation curst Because his Children succour-less shall suffer By Iustice Doom and none shall Pittie offer Him Selfe withall confounded void of Hope To gather-in his long expected Crop Which th'hunger-starued froÌ„ the Thorns shal snatch The Thirstie shall hir substance all dispatch A Misery which GOD doth oft permit For th' Earth it selfe is not the Cause of it Sith were not Sin it should not barren be But Man for Sin must toile him seruilelie In Sweatfull Labour borne for Labour's end As properly as Sparkles to ascend But were My Case as Thine in this Distresse Rather to GOD would I my selfe
addresse Him would I seek of Him would I enquire Whose Works are great whose Wonders all admire Vnspiable Vnspeakeable by Man Immutable Inserâ—table to scan Who on the Earth the raine at pleasure poures And in the Streets distills the liquid Showers Who lifts the Lowly vp brings downe the Lofty And reares sad Mourners vnto Health and Safety Who dissipates the craftiest Policies And dis-appoints the Counsells of the Wise Who takes the wariest in their proper Wiles And Wicked ones in their owne Guile beguiles So that they meet with Darknes in the Day And as at Midnight groap at Noon their way But He preserues the Poore from sword tongue And cruell hands of Tyrants prone to wrong So that the Poore shall haue their blessed Hope But Wicked ones their cursed mouthes shal stop Lo then how happy he whoÌ„ GOD correcteth Repine not therefore that he Thee afflicteth He wounds heales he strikes he restores He sendeth Plagues Plaisters for the Sores Hee in six Troubles shall deliuer thee And in the seauenth thou shalt be danger-free He will preserue thee from fel Famines rage And from the Sword of War thee dis-ingage Thou shalt be safe froÌ„ scourging tungs of Momes Nor shalt thou fear Destruction when it comes â—ay thou shalt laugh at it and Death derâ—de Not dreading Beasts of fellest Pawes and Pride â—tones thorns thistles shal be friends with thee With thee the Beasts in constant league shall be And as without thou shalt haue Peace within Thy house thou shalt behold it and not sin Thou shalt perceiue thy Seeds seeds seed to spred As Grass in Fields Flowers in euery Mead. â—n a full Age to thine own Graue shalt Thou As in due time Corne to the Barne or Mow. Lo This is Truth and Thus we daily try-it Consider it and to thy Selfe apply-it â—ap 6. IOB then reply'd ô were my Sorows waigh'd And with my Suffrings in iust Balance layd They would exceed the Seas wet Sands in poize Therefore alas they swallow vp my voice For th'Arrowes of th' Almightie keen and quick Haue thrilled me still within mee stick Their Anguish makes my spirits faint quaile me Alas the Terrors of the LORD assaile me Braies the wilde Asse if he haue grass his fill Or lowes the Oxe if he haue fodder still Vnsauory things who without Salt can eat In whites of Eggs is there a taste of meat Yet am I faine alas and forc't indeed Of what my Soule abhorred most to feed O! that the LORD would daign me my desire Grant me my Loâ—ging grant what I require Which is but This that He would end my dayes Let goe his hand and let me goe my waies So should I yet haue Comfort though I burn In bitter pangs of Death I will not spurn Let him not spare me for yet do not I The holy Word of th' Holy-One denie But ô What Power haue I to persist What may ensue if I shall long subsist Am I as hard as tough as strong alas As strongest Stones or is my Flesh of Brass Nay am I not already Impotent My spirits consumed my strength all spent In Crosses Comforts should Friends most afford But men alas haue left to feare the LORD My Brethren haue deceiu'd mee as a Brooke As rifing Flouds they haue me soone forsook Which foule and deep in Winter all o're-flow Or crusted thick with ice no moisture show Or else in Summer by Sol's thirsty Ray Are licked-vp and quicklie dry'd away While Trauailers to Thaema and Saba thought To water there for their succour sought But failing quite and frustrate of the same They are confounded they blush for shame Even such are you you see me ill appaid In dismall Plight and you are all dismaid Why are yee so When haue I bid you bring Or out of yours supply me any thing Or crav'd of you auxiliarie Bands To reskue me from Foes or Tyrants hands Shew me mine Error where I haue gone wrong Tell me my Fault and I will hold my tongue But bold and free 's the speech of Innocence Which of you can reproue and what Offence Thinke You aduantage of my words to haue As if Affliction made me wildely raue Then on the Orphan doth your furie fall You dig a Pit to catch your Friend withall Therefore vouchsafe me better to revise Wrong me no more My words be neither lyes Neither my deeds as you shall find I trust If you returne in that behalfe vniust Complain I causeless Do I counterfait Is not my mouth with Anguish all repleat â—ap 7. HAth not Man's warfare his set limits heere As hath the Hireling by the day or yeere As toyled Seruants for the Night attend And weary Taskers for their Labors end So haue I looked but alas in vain For end of Sorrowes for ease of Pain Perpetually my fruitless Months proceed My tedious Nights incessantly succeed No sooner layd down but I long to rise Tired with tossing till the Morning spies My Flesh is clad with Worms with excrement Of lothsom dust my Skin doth rot and rent My Dayes flit faster then the Shuttles slide From Weauers hands whipping froÌ„ side to side Consider Lord my Life is but a Blast Mine eye no more shall see the Goodnes past Who now beholds me shall no more anon â—f Thou look-on Mee I eft-soones am gon As Clowdes do passe quite away do flit Whoso descends ascends not from the Pit Neither returnes vnto his wonted owne Nor of his place is any more be-known Therefore alas I will not spare to speake â— cannot hold needs must I silence break Amid the anguish of my Spirits distresse And in the depth of my Soules bitternesse Am I a Sea or Whale that with a Gard Thou girtest me keep'st me in so hard â—f I haue said In silence of the Night When drousie Humor siels-vp euery Sight When All aboue in vnder Aire Earth Seas â—â— quiet Slumber seem to take their Ease â— may be that my painfull Pangs shall cease â— may be that my Passions shall haue peace With fearefull Visions then thou doost affray me With Dreames Fansies dreadfully dismay me So that my Soule had rather chuse at once To die then liue in Durance of my Bones Wearie of life liue alwaies shall I not Then leaue me Lord alas my dayes are nought O! What is Man that thou extoll'st him so That Thou on Him doost euen thy heart bestow That euery Morning Him thou visitest And euery Moment Him examinest How is it that Thou leau'st me not a little Alas nor lett'st me swallow-in my spettle O! Thou Preseruer of Mankind I knowe And I acknowledge I haue sinn'd but O! What shall I say What shall I do to Thee Why in thy Wrath doost Thou incounter Mee Why mak'st Thou Me alas the Mark White To thy Displeasure in my Selfe's despight Remit O Lord what I haue ill omitted Remoue alas what I haue miss-committed For now I
preseru'dst me by thy Prouidence These Things as hidden in thy Bosome bee But well I know that it is so with Thee If I haue sinned Thou wilt sift me neer And of my Guilt Thou wilt not hold me cleer If Wicked I haue been then Woe to Me If Righteous Yet still will I humble be Though deep confounded and amazed much To see and feele my sad Affliction Such But be it more come Lion-like set on-me Returne and show Thee maruelous vpon-me And so indeed Thou doost for Thou renewest Thy plagues on me and me more fierce pursewest Changes of Woes Armies of Paines extreame Afresh inuade me and me round behem Then Why alas Why didst thou bring me forth From fruitfull Womb being no better worth O! that I there had perished vnseen And that I were as if I had not been Brought from the Womb one Tomb vnto Another To Earth my Mother from my Earthly Mother Is not my Glasse neer out My Date neer done O! let him cease and leaue-oft laying-on That I may take a little Comforts breath Yer quite I goe to the dark Land of Death A Land of Darkness Darkness Selfe I say And Shâ—de of Death where is no Light no Day 〈◊〉 11 THen answered Zophar the Naamathite Should words preuail Shal prating pass for rightâ— Should all be mute Shall no man dare reply To mock thy Mocks and giue thy Lie the Lie For Thou hast said and that too-vehement My Words and Deeds and thoughts are innocent Pure in Thine eyes But O! that GOD would speak That He would once His sacred Silence break To shew thee Wisdome's Secrets Thou might'st see Thou meâ—â—t'st double what he layes on Thee And surely know that in his Iustice strict After thy Sins He doth not Sores inflict But seems to haue forgotten or forgiuen Thy Trespasses against Him Selfe and heauen Canst Thou by searching GOD's deep Counsel find Conceaue th' Almighty Comprehend His mind Reach His perfection It doth Heauen excell In Height in Depth exceeds the lowest Hell Longer then Earth larger then all the Seas O! What When Where How wilt Thou measure These If He cut-off shut-vp collect reiect Who can diuert Him Who his Course correct He knows vain Men He sees their harts that hard theÌ„ In Guiles and Wiles and will not He regard them That foolish man made wise may be reclaimed Borne bruit and dull as an Asse Colt vntamed If therefore by Repentance thou prepare Thine humbled heart if that in hearty Prayer Thou stretch thine hands vnto his Throne aboue Though thou haue sinn'd if Thou thy Sin remoue If Thou remoue it and permit no more In quity to dwell within thy Doore Then shalt Thou doubtlesse free from Fault Fear Settled and safe thy Face againe vprear Then shalt thou sure forget thy Misery Or but esteem it as a Streame past by Then shall thy Daies be then the Noon more bright And thou shalt shine as Morning after Night Then shalt thou rest secure and confident Hopefull and Happy in thy proper Tent In thine owne Dwelling where for Eminence Sutors shall flock with seemly Reuerence But as for stubborne wilfull Wicked-ones That still run-on in their Rebellions Their Helps shall faile and all their Hap shall fall And as a Ghasp their Hopes shall vanish all 〈◊〉 12 THen said the Hussian You vndoubtedly You are the Men Wisdom with you must dy Yet would yee knew it somwhat know I too I vnderstand perhaps as well as you Nor will I yeeld you in this Iarre a lot VVhat you haue vrg'd I know and Who doth not Yee say I lie yee tell me that I mock But I am made my Fellowes Laughing-stock Who calls on GOD and whom He heareth prest Th' Vpright and Iust indeed is made a lest And He that 's going downe in state forlome Like dying Lamp is to the Rich a Scorne VVhile for the most Oppressors prosper sure And God-prouokers safely and secure Haue in their hand GOD in their hand hath puâ— The Horne of Plenty them at will to glut Aske but the Beasts inquire of Earth or Seas Or Fowles or Fish for which is it of These But knowes and showes plainly tells thee This That GOD's their Maker and of All that is That in His hand 's the Life of all that liues That He alone to All Men Breathing giues Doth not the Eare try Speeches bad or good And for it Selfe the Palate taste the food So Wisedom should be to the Many-year'd And Vnderstanding to the Hoary-hair'd With Him it is with th' Ancient of Dayes With Him is Counsaile Wisedom Power Praise Lo He destroyes and no man can restore Whom He shuts-vp can be let out no more He stops the Streams then dry they vp and shrink He sends them forth then all the Earth they sink With Him is Strength with Him is All that is Who erreth Who maketh erre are His He doth distract the Counsailors of State He makes the Iudges as infatuate He breaks the Bonds of Kings Imperiall Awe And brings Them bounden vnder Others Law He leads the Princes as a Captiue prey Dismounts the Mightie and with strange dismay He dulls the Learned dumbs the Eloquent And reaues the Iudgement of the Ancient He poures contempt vpon the Noble-born He strips the Strong He leaues the Stout forlorn He deepest Secrets soone discouereth He brings to light the darkest shades of Death He multiplieth People and He mowes Them down again by Famin Plague or Blowes He sends them forth in Colonies â—o spread And brings them back by wrack lack sack or dread He reaues the hearts of those that rule the Eâ—th And makes theÌ„ roam throgh Desertsands of Death Where None go by They gâ—ope as in the Dark They haue no Light no Sight no certain Mark They stray they stumble to fro they wheel And He He makes Them Drunkard-like to reel 〈◊〉 3. Aâ— This mine eâ—es haue seen mine ears haue heard All This my heart hath weigh'd wel conferd So that in Thâ—â— what you haue known I knew And â—m not Herrein to giâ—e â—lâ—ce to You. But as â—â—u wish I also wish O! would Th' Almighty pleas'd that I might be so bold In his own Presence at his Bar to stand To plead with Him the Cause I haue in hand For You indeed are too Sâ—â— histicall Silly â—hysicâ—ans for my Sickneâ—â—â—ll O! that you therefore had still heâ—â— you mute Sâ— might you still haue held a wise Repute But â—iâ—t you now vnto my Arguing Maâ—â— well my Reasons the Proofes I bring Will You speak falsly for th' Almighty Lord Will you for Him pronounce a Guileful word VVill you be partiall for His persons sake Will you for Him with Cauils vnder-take Shall it auaile you will He con you â—â—â—â—â—k At his great Audit for this double â—rank Or ween you smoothing these Deâ—â—â—s to smother Or but to mock Him as one Man another No you shal know He wil not brook nor bear
basest birth Of name-lesse Men indeed the Scums of Earth And yet to Such am I now made a Song A Ballad and a By-word on their tongue Yea These despise me and despight me too Spet in my Face and make no more adoo Because the Lord my Bowe-string hath vnbent And slackt my Cord therefore these insolent Insulters Now loose and let-go the Raines Of all Respect vnto their lewd Disdaigns Now very Boyes do take the Wall of me Trip at my Feet and in their Iollitie Mis-iudge my Life and of me Rumors raise After their owne cruell and cursed Waies They mar my Path that I haue walked in Further my Woes and haue no help therein As a wide Flood-breach they haue rushed on-me And with the Ruines haue roul'd-in vpon-me Terrors are turn'd vpon me and pursew My Life as Winde my Weale as Vapours flew Therefore my Soule in sore Afflictions vext â—s poured out and inly deep perplext Daies dark and irksome haue vpon me seaz'd And in the Night when Others most are eas'd My very Bones within me are opprest Nay pierced through my Sinnewes take no rest My strange Disease with angry Violence Of th'hot Impostumes loathsome Virulence Hath staind my Garments with straining Dolor About my Neck it gripes me as a Coller Laid in the Dust I roule the Mire among Become'n indeed like Ashes Dust and Dung. To Thee I cry to Thee the while I call But Lord Thou hear'st not nor doest heed at all Nay Thou art also Cruel turn'd to me With hot Assaults as on an Enemie Thou lift'st me vp as in a Storm the Stubble To ride a Whirle-winde while with Fear Trouble I faint and fall dâ—ssoâ—ued as it were In deadly Swound hurry'd I wot not where But well I wot Thou soon wilt bring me home To Death the House where all that liue shall come Whither thy Hâ—nd thou wilt no longer stâ—etch And Whence no Prayers boot nor need to fetch Did not I weep for Others Wofulnes Was not my Soule grieu'd at the Poores Distresse When Good I lookt for Euill came when Light A dismall Darknes worse then blackest Night My bowels boiled with continuall heat A troublous Time vpon me sodain set Not with the Sun but Sorrow black I turn'd Amid th' Assembly lowd I cry'd and mournd With hidious Noyse for horrid Anguishes As kin to Dragons and to Ostriges My Harp is tuned to a heauie Tone My Musick turned to the voyce of Mone I Made a Couenant with my constant Eyes Cap. â— From gazing out on blazing Vanities Hauing my Choise wheron my thoughts were staid Why should I once mâ—-think vpon a Mâ—d For O! for such what Part what Portion is With GOD aboue in th'Heritage of Basse Nay is there not Destruction still behinde Strange Punishment for Wicked of this kinde Are not my Paths apparant vnto GOD Doth not He see and sum the Steps I trod If I haue walkt in Vanitie and Pride If vnto Fraud my Foot haue euer hy'd In his iust Balance let him waigh me right And he shall find me by his Beam vpright If that my Steps haue straid or trod awry If that my Heart haue harkened to mine Eye If to my Hand haue cleaued any Spot If Blood or Bribes the same did euer Blot Then let me Sowe and Others eat my Crop Yea let my Plant be euer plucked-vp If euer Woman haue my heart beguil'd Or I laid wait t' haue Others Wife defil'd Let mine again vnto Another grinde And me be punisht in my Sins owne kinde For This is sure a high and hainous Crime To be condemn'd and punisht in the prime Yea 't is a Fier whose Fury would not cease But ruine all and root out my Increase If euer I despis'd my Man or Maid Debating with me and them ouer-waid What shall I do What Answer shall I make When GOD as Iudge their Cause shall vndertake Did not one Maker them and me create Of Matter like in Manner like and Fate If euer I delay'd the Poor's desire Or let the Widowes longing Hopes to tire Or euer eat my Morsells all alone And gaue the Orphan and the needy none He hath been with me from my Child-hood bred As with a Father She in Husband's sted Hath euer had my Counsell for her Guide My Power for Guard my Purse her Want suppli'd If I haue seen or suffered any Poore To lie and die Naked or out of Doore Nay if his Loynes be-blest not me from harm Because my Fleece and Cottage kept them warm If euer I against the Impotent Poore Father-lesse or Friend-lesse Innocent For Feare or Fauour of a Friend or Foe For Gain or Grudge that I did euer owe Haue lift my hand or Him in right withstood Or when I might haue haue not don him good Then let mine Arme off from my Shoulder fall And from the bone be pasht to powder all For GOD's drad Iudgements did I alwaies feare Whose Highness Wrath I could nor balk nor beare If I on Gold haue fixt my Hope or Heart Or to the Wedge haue said My Trust thou art If I haue ioy'd for being grow'n so Rich Or for my Hands had gotten me so much If when I saw the Sun or Moon to shine My heart intic't in secret did incline To th' idle Orgies of an Idolist Or Heathen-like my Mouth my Hand hath kist Or if in Summer of my golden Dayes Or siluer Nights shining with prosperous Rayes My heart in priuate hath been puft too-high Ascribing all to mine owne Industrie Which had been impious Sacrilege and Pride For then had I the GOD of Heav'n deny'd If I reioyc't at Ruine of my Foes Or haue triumphed in their Ouerthrowes Or haue so much as let my Tongue to roule Or Heart to wish a curse vnto their Soule Though oft my Seruants in their rage extream Would fain haue beaten nay haue eaten them If I haue shut the Stranger out of Doore Or let-not-in the wearie Pilgrim poore If I like ADAM haue conceald my Sin And closely cloakt my Wickednes with-in Although I could haue ouer-born with Awe Whole multitudes the meanest Groom I sawe I feared so I durst not wring nor wrong Nor wrangle with but kept my Tent and Tongue O! that I had an equall Arbitrer To heare and waigh consider and confer Behold my Aime th' Almighty I desire A certain Signe of mine Intent intire For He I know would sentence on My side And witnesse for me that I haue not ly'd Then though against me in his fell Despite Mine Aduersarie should a Volume write It as a Robe I on my back would beare And as a Garland on my head it weare I would by peece-meale shew my Conuersation All so vnlike to all his Accusation That clearing Me it should him more conuince To come and aske me Pardon as a Prince But If my Land against me plead or plain Or If my Furrowes cry-out or complain If Tithe-lesse Tax-lesse Wage-lesse Right-lesse I Haue eat the Crop or
with Terror of his Teeth so mortallâ— His Shield-like Scales he chiefly glories in So close compact glew'd sealed that between No Aire can enter nor no Engin pierce Nor any Point disioyne them or disperse His Sneesings cause a Light as brightly burning His Eyes are like the Eye-lids of the Morning Out of his Mouth flowe blazing Lamps and flie Quick Sparks of Fire ascending swift and hie Out of his Nostrils Smoak as from a Pot Kettle or Caldron when it boileth hot His Breath doth kindle Coals when with the same He whirleth-out a Storm of Fume and Flame Strength dwelleth in his Neck so that he ioyes In saddest Storms and tryumphes of Annoies His Flakes of Flesh are solid to his Bone His Heart 's as hard as Wind-mils neather-stone To see Him rise and how he breakes withall The stoutest stoop and to their Prayers fall No Weapons of Defence or of Offence Can Him offend or from Him be Defence Iron and Brasse He waighes as Sticks and Straw Sling-stones and Arrowes Him do neuer awe Darts daunt him not more then they Stubble were He laugheth at the shaking of a Speare Sharp ragged Stones Keen-pointed Sherds Shels He resteth on amid his muddy Cels. He makes the deep Sea like a Pot to boile A Pot of Oyntment casting scummie Soile Where He hath past he leaues vpon the streams A shining Path and th' Ocean hoarie seemes In Earth is Nothing like Him to be seen So Fear-lesse made so full of hautie Spleen Despising all High things Him-selfe beside He is the King of all the Sons of Pride IOB prostrate then Thus to the LORD profest Cap â— Drad GOD I know and I acknowledge prest That All Thou canst and All Thou kennest too Our Thoughts not hid Thine owne not hard to do â— am the Man Who to my self too-Holy Darkned thy Counsells with Contentious Folly â—or I haue spoken what I vnderstood not Of wondrous things which comprehend I could not Yet LORD vouchsafe vouchsafe I thee beseech An Eare and Answer to my humble Speech Till now mine Eare had only heard of Thee But now mine Eye thy Gratious Selfe doth see Therefore My Selfe I loath as too-too-bad And heer repent in Dust and Ashes sad Now after This with IOB it came to passe The LORD did also speake to Eliphaz The Thaemanite and Thus to him said He â—y wrath is kindled with thy Friends and Thee For None of You haue spoken of My Path So right and iust as IOB my Seruant hath Therefore go take you Rams and Bullocks faire Seav'n of a sort and to my IOB repaire Bring for your Selues your Burnt Oblations due And IOB my Seruant He shall pray for you For Him will I accept lest Iustly-strict After your Folly I reuenge inflict Because You haue not spoken of my Path So right and iust as IOB my Seruant hath So Eliphaz the ancient Thaemanite Bildad the Shuhite the Naamathite Zophar together them prepar'd and went And did according GOD's Commandement Also the LORD accepted IOB and staid His Thral-full State when for his Friends he praid And turned it to Solace-full from sad And gaue him double all the Goods he had Then all his Brethern Sisters all and Kin And all that had of his acquaintance bin Came flocking to his House with him to feast To wail his Woes and comfort him their best For all the Euill which the LORD of late Had brought vpon his Person and his state â—d Each man gaue him as best beare they could â—eece of Money and Ear-ring of Gold So that the LORD blessed IOB'S later Time â—th more abundance then his flowry Prime â—r Fourteen Thousand Sheep were now his flock â—mels six Thousand Steers a Thousand yoak â—e-Asses twice fiue Hundred Familie 〈◊〉 as before Seuen Sons and Daughters Three Th' Eldest Iâ—mima Kezia the Next â—d Kâ—ren Happuch saith my sacred Text â—e Third he named Names of gooly Sense â—uding to some Gracefull Excellence â—e first as much as Lustre of the Morn â—ia the Next last Alabastrine Horn â—n all the Countrey were no Women found â—air as These IOB of his Goods and Ground â—ong their Brethren gaue them Heritage â—et after This IOB liv'd a goodly age â—ce Seauenty yeers saw his Sons Sons Sons â—cessiueâ—y Four Generations â— then He dy'd Ancient and Full of Dayes GOD for Him and all his Saints be Praise for His Succour in These sacred Layes AMEN EPITAPHIVM IOBI. Qui Se qui Sêclum vicit qui saeua Suorum Funera Amicorum iurgia Pauperiem Vlcera qui carnis qui Coniugis impia verba Qui Coelum iratum mente tulit placida Inuictum virtute IOBVM Patientia Virgo Nunc vidua hoc Sponsum condidit in Tumulo Who SELF The World Satan triumphto're Who Wealth 's Health's Children's ruefull Losse Who Frends Rebuke Foes rage Wifes cursing Crosse Hevns Frowne Earth's forâ— Hels Furie Calmely bore Th' Inuincible in Vertue IOB Her Pheere The Virgin Patience Widow now toomb'd Heer MEMORIALS of MORTALITIE Written â—n Tablets or Quatrains BY By PIERE MATHIEV The first Centurie Translated Dedicated To the Right Honourable HENRY Earle of South-hampton By Iosuah Sylvester TO The Right Honourable HENRY WRIOTHESLEY Earle of South-hampton c. SHall it be said I shame it should be thought When After-Ages shall record Thy Worth My sacred Muse hath left SOVTH-HAMPTON forth Of Her Record to Whom so Much shee ought â—…th from Thy Town where My Sarauia taught Her slender Pinions had their tender Birth And all the little all shee hath of worth Vnder Heav'ns Blessing onely Thence shee brought â—â—r lack therefore of fitter Argument And lother Now it longer to delay Heer while the Part of PHILIPS Page I play I consecrate This little Monument Of gratefull Homage to Thy noble Bounty And Thankeful loue to My deer Nurse Thy County Humbly deuoted Iosuah Sylvester MEMORIALS of Mortalitie 1 LEt whoso list thinke Death a dreadfull thing And hold The Graue in horror in hate â— think them I most worth the wel-comming Where end our Woes our Ioyes initiate 2 Man Death abhors repines murmurs at-her â—lind in that Law which made her good for Him â—oth Birth Death the daughters are of Nature â—n Whom is nought imperfect strange or grim 3 Death's vgliness is but imagined â—nder foule Vizard a faire Face Shee weares â—er Vizard off there is no more to drâ—â—d We laugh at Children whom a Vizard feares 4 Death in strange Postures daily is disguised â—ith Darts Sythes in hand Beers on her back â—s Angels are with wings locks deuised â—o Her a Body of bare Bones they make 5 Who feares this Death is more then deadly sick â—midst of Life he seems euen dead for dreed â—ath in his brest he beares as buried Quick â—r feare of Death is worse then Death indeed 6 Each fears this Death with an equall Dread The Young as from a hideous Monster hie-them Th' Old at her sight shrink down into
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
make some blubber some so braue â—mes sprung from Iniury or from Ambition â—eath are equall Earle and Sir and Slaue â—er his Empire are in one Condition 15 â—or Friends Deceast cease not Repast nor Sleep 〈◊〉 Sorrow sutes not th' Intellectual part 〈◊〉 wailes man's Death that He was man doth weep 〈◊〉 that He promist comming to depart 16 The Young and old goe not as equall pas't Th' one ambles swift the other gallopeth T is good to die yer we our Life distaste A valiant Man should dare to feel his Death 17 Happy who leaue the World when first they comeâ— Th' Aier at the best is heer contagious thick Happy that Childe who issuing from the Wombe Of 's Spanish Mother there returned quick 18 The Bodie 's Torments are but Twigs to beat And brush the Dust from Vertues pleights about And make the Passions of the Soule more neat As th'Aier is purest when the Winds roar-out 19 Grieuing that Death shuts not thine Eyes at homâ— And where the Heav'ns vouchfaf't them first to opeâ— Thou fear'st the Earth too-little for thy Tombe And Heav'n too-narrow for thy Corpses Cope 20 Heav'ns haue no lesse Order then at their Birth Nor Influence Sun Moon and Stars as bright All hold their owne Fire Water Aier Earth Man Man alone 's fall'n from his pristine Plight 21 Worldling thou saist 'T is yet not time to mend But GOD hates Sinners that in Sin delight To grossest Sinners doth hee Mercy send But not to Sinners sinning in despight 22 Who Morn Euen doth of Himselfe demand â—ccount of All that he hath done said thought â—hall find him much eas'd when he comes to stand To that Account where All shal once be brought 23 For bitter Checks that make thy Cheeks to flame â—nd to thy Teeth tell Truths thou hast no Action â—o doe the Euill sith thou hadst no shame â—e not asham'd to suffer thy Correction 24 Perhaps this Child shal Rich or Poore becom â—erhaps a Wretch perhaps a Liberall â—erhaps a Wise-man perhaps a Mome â—t past perhaps assured die he shall 25 When Wine runs lowe it is not worth the sparing â—he worst least doth to the Bottom diue â—ong not thy leisure yeers vouchsafe in daring â—t some-times looke into thy Graue aliue 26 Sinner thy GOD is not inexorable No Rhadamanth Returning hearts to hate There is no Sin in Heav'n vnpardonable Nor no Repentance in this Life too late 27 The Eye that fixlie the Sun-beames beholds Is suddain daz'd so in GOD's Iudgements high Mens cleerest Iudgements are as blind as Moulds None none but Aegles can the Lightning eye 28 O wrecked Vertue wretched is Thy state For Fortune hath the Fruit Thou scarce the Flower Thou art a Stranger at thy proper Gate Thy Friends thence banisht thy Foes in Bower 29 Man Knowledge still to the last gaspe affecteth In learning Socrates liues grayes and dyes Free froÌ„ Death's Process Knowledge none protectethâ— But to learn Well to die is to be Wise 30 To liue is to begin One-Work and end it Life hath with All not same Repute Report 'T's an Exile to the Sot Sage Iourney ween'd it Wherein Hee walks not as the Common-sort 31 For hauing a good Prince Peers iust wise â—bedient People Peace concluded fast State 's not sure Storms after Calms arise â—d fairest Dayes haue foulest ouer-cast 32 Man though thou be from Heav'n Originarie â—esume not yet to Peer thee with thy God â—e's Soueraign King Thou but his Tributary â—e's euery where Thou but in one poore Clod. 33 Of Elephants the biggest leads the Band â—e strongest Bull ouer the Heard doth raign â— Him behooues who will Mankind command â—t ablest Body but the aptest Brain 34 Kings Maiestie seems as eclipsed much â—ess great Seruants in great Troops attend 〈◊〉 sure an Honour to be seru'd by Such 〈◊〉 on Their Faith 't is fearfull to depend 35 To build a Palace rarest Stones are sought 〈◊〉 build a Ship best Timber is selected 〈◊〉 to instruct young Princes as they ought â—ght all the Vertues to be there collected 36 Art 's now-adayes a Desert desolate Kings gracious Raies are there no more discerned Philosophers wait at the Wealthies Gate And rarely Rich men do regard the Learned 37 Th' hand bindeth not except the heart with-go What coms not thence nor Thank nor Thought 〈◊〉 serâ— He giueth All that doth Himselfe bestow He Nothing giues who but his heart reserues 38 That curious Thirst of Trauaile to and fro Yeelds not the Fruit it promis'd men in minde Changing their Aire their Humors change not thâ— But many Lodgings few Friends they finde 39 In vain the Soule hath Reason's Attribute Which vnto Reason cannot Sense submit For Man alas is bruter then a Brute Vnless that Reason bridle Appetit 40 Self-swelling Knowledge Wits own Ouerbearer Proues Ignorance findes it Nothing knowes It flies the Truth to follow Lyes and Error And when most right it weens most wry it goes 41 The Vicious trembles alwaies in Alarmes â—h'Eye of the Vertuous keepes him as at Bay â—hen All the World fear'd Rome's All-reaching Arms â—he vertuous Cato did all ROME dismay 42 Vice blinds the Soule Vnderstanding clogs â—kes good of ill takes foule for fairest look â—a Durt for Dainties so liue loathsom Frogs â—ther in Puddles than in purest Brook 43 â—n Greatest Houses Vice hath battered â—ose Honors though no less haue shined bright â—at are the Graceless to the Good Not dead â— liuing Branches in the Tree haue Right 44 â—f Men might freely take Essay of Court â—ne hauing tasted would return so neer â—e happiest there meets many a Spight in Sport 〈◊〉 knows too-well he buyes his Weal too-deer 45 To loue None All to doubt to fain to flatter â—form new Faces transform true harts 〈◊〉 offer Seruice flie-off in Matter Coutiers Lessons and their Ground of Arts. 46 Set not thy Rest on Court Sea's barren sand There grows no Goodnes good there euil growes Rest's Temple yerst did forth the Citie stand No Sent 's so sweet as is the Country Rose 47 Who weens in Court to thriue will find him weak Without two Aiders Impudence Immunitie For first behooues him his own Brows to break Yer Others heads he break with Importunitie 48 Who is not sory for Time's losse in stay For Kings slowe Fauours seems to haue no sense The losse of Goods a Prince may well repay But loss of Time Kings cannot recompence 49 Is' t not the Top of Follies Top to note An Old Sir Tame-asse gallanting in Court To play the Yonker Swan-white to dote On Venus Douelings in despight of Sport 50 A mean Man hardly scapes the Mightie's Claweâ— Hee 's as a Mouse play'ng by a sleeping Cat Who lets it run then locks it in her Pawes And all her sports boad but the Death of That 51 World's Vanitie is rife in euerie place Alas that good Wits should be'witched so â—askt in the Church in Court with open
Face â—or there 's the place herperfectly to knowe 52 By euill Manners is good Nature marred â—one falls at once all Vertue to defie â—ee in the Soule is a strange Plant transferred â—nd wert not dressed it would quickly die 53 With By-Respects Impietie wee couer â—rth more then Heav'n is priz'd among vs Now GOD'S great Name we scarce our heads vncouer When Kings are named euery knee doth bow 54 Disorder Order breeds good Lawes haue sprung â—om Euill-liues Would All keep Iustice line Westminster there would be soon lesse Throng â—ss Work less Wrack less Words for Mine Thine 55 Law-Tricks now strip the People to their shirt â—ift is their Shield Gold in their onely God â—asps break the Web Flies are held fast hurt â—he Guiltie quit the Guiltless vnder-trod 56 Ther 's now no trust Brother betraies his Brother Faith 's but a phansie but by Fooles esteemed Friend's false to Friend All deceiue each-other Th'Iuie pulls down the Wall by which it climbd 57 Treasons be Trifles Man 's a Wolfe to Man Crimes be but Crums Vice is for Vertue vanted Sodom's and Cypris Sinnes we suffer can And Impious tricks in all their Tracks are hanted 58 In perfect'st Men som Imperfection's found Some-what amiss among their good is seen Gold pure Gold we dig not from the ground There 's Dust Dross grosser stuffe between 59 Merit of old did Friendship feed fix Where now-adaies 't is founded all on Profit With deep Dissembling Deceitfull-tricks And euermore the Poore is frustrate of it 60 Th' Earth cannot fill thy hearts vnequal Angles Thy Hearts a Triangle the Earth's a Round A Triangle is fill'd but with Triangles And th'infinite the finite cannot bound 61 'T's a Death to die far from ones Natiue Citie â—et Death 's not milder there then else-about â—eath without ROME did not Rutilius pittie Neither within ROME Him that ne'r went out 62 When Man is com'n to th' old last Cast of Age When Nature can no longer lend nor borrow â—e thinks not yet to pack and leaue the Stage â—ut still still hopes to liue vntill to-Morrow 63 Fain would'st thou she Loue 's wanton Luxurie â—ut-off Occasions speak farre-off fly Fitnes â—hun Solitude liue still in Companie They fall alone that would not fall with Witnes 64 Muse not to see the Wicked prosper faire â—he Sun his Shine euen vnto Theeues doth giue When of their Patients Leaches do despaire They giue them ouer as they list to liue 65 Slander is worser than Hell's burning Torture The Force more fierce the Heat more vehement â—ell after Death doth but the Guilty martyr â—ander aliue torments the Innocent 66 Affliction razes and then raises hearts As vnder Waight victorious Palms are wont As vnder Seals the Wax doth swell in part Vnder the Crosse the Soule to Heav'n doth mount 67 Enuie in vain pure Vertues Anuil bites Breaking her Teeth as on a Stone the Cur That barks of Custom rather then Despight At euery poore and harmlesse Passenger 68 Enuie's a Torture which doth Men molest Euen from their Birth yer they ought els can doo Behold Two Infants nursed at one Brest They cannot brook their Teat for meat to Two 69 This is the Ods twixt Honest men Knaues Th' one tels his Neighbor All mine owne is mine And all Thine too The other void of Braues Saith Thine's not Mine but what I haue is Thine 70 What Enuie likes not that she makes a Fault Ioseph with Ismael for his Dream was barter'd Abels pure Offring to his End him brought And for the Truth the Innocent are martyrd 71 Flat-Cap for whom hoord'st thou thy heaped Treasures Thy Bodies Sweat thy Soul 's deer Price poor Sot â—ir Prodige-all thine Heire in Protean Pleasures VVill waste in one Day All thine Age hath got 72 True Liberality would be intire Yet not at-once at all times and to all One may mis-giue to giue yer one require Yet Gifts vn-asked sweetest Gifts I call 73 Content with Fruits from thine own Labor grow'n A fore-hand still a set Reuenew saue â—or He 's a Foole in more respects than one That spends his Store or more before he haue 74 There is no Goodnes in a groueling heart â—ent on the VVorld bound to this Rock belowe VVere not the Moon so neer this Neather part â—he would not could not be Eclipsed so 75 Goods are great Ills to those that cannot vse them Misers mis-keep and Prodigals mis-spend-them Hell-hounds to hasten toward Hel abuse-them As Wings to Heav'n-ward heav'n-bent-Soules extend theÌ„ 76 Presumptuous Spirits spring not froÌ„ right Nobility Courage that comes from Pride proues neuer true Pride ruines hearts whose Raiser is Humility The humble Shepheard the proud Giant slew 77 Pride glitters oft vnder an humble Weed Oft louely Names are giuen to loath'd Effects Men sooth them in the Cause to ' scuse th' ill Deed And blame Light rather than their Sight 's Defect 78 A Prudent man is for Him-self sought-forth He 's more admir'd then what the World most vants Praises are due vnto ones proper Worth Not purest Gold addes Price to Diamants 79 Th' Humble doth Others prize Him-self depress Saue against Pride he neuer bends his Browes The more his Vertue mounts-him counts-him less God th' humble Sinner not proud Iust allowes 80 O! Hypocrite which hast but Vertue 's Vaile Seem what thou art and what thou seemest be To hide thy Filth all thy Fig-leaues will faile Thou canst not hide thee from thy God nor Thee 81 Mock Saints whose Soul-weal on your Works you lay VVith eyes hands to Heauen while hart 's els-where For shame you durst not to the least man say VVhat you profane dare whisper in Gods eare 82 Gold 's fin'd in fire Soules in Affliction better â—oths gnaw the Garment locked in the Chest â—till water stinks vnwholesom black and bitter â—words rust in Sheathes and so doe Soules in Rest 83 Opening thy Soul to God cloze Mouth from Men â—or let thy Thoughts roame from thy due Intent GOD sees the hearts his iudgement soundeth them â—nd Them confounds whose Words Deeds dissent 84 Gamesters may well All to to-Morrow post â—o see or to be seen th 'haue neuer leasure With aduerse Windes their Minds are euer tost â—osse bringing Grief more than the Gain brings Pleasure 85 To shun Affaires behoues exceeding heed â—roubles vnsent-for and vnlookt-for haste â—n-set vn-sowen too-early growes the Weed We meet too-soon the Care we hoped past 86 All Idleness dis-natures Wit dis-nerues-it A mod'rate Trauell makes it quick addrest Sloath quels and kills it Exercise preserues-it But He 's not Free that hath no time to rest 87 Who seeketh Rest in troublous Managings Thinks to find Calm amid Tempestuous Seas The World Rest are Two two aduerse things Thick streams re-cleer when Storms stirrings cease 88 Fortune in Court is fickle apt to varie Fauors sort seldom to the Suiters minde They many times euen in the Port mis-carie The hotter Sun the
alike Guilty in their Grand-Sires Stain â—th as in Birth so in their Death alike â—th Kings and Beggers one same Dart doth strike â—th pass together in one self same Boate â—om th'arched Palace and the thatched Cote 〈◊〉 that in Life what-euer Ods there be Birth is None None in their Death we see Only the Good of what Degree soeuer â—e free from Death though they dye dye neuer â—ue to the Grief of Vertuous Soules their Frends â—hom to suruiue the Good it heer offends â—ean in Bodie which a Death they hold 〈◊〉 Toomb or Prison that doth Them with-hold â—om th' Happy Haven makes them less inclin'd â—o seek their GOD his strait Wayes to finde The Good are They who not alone not wring VVho not alone not wrong in any thing VVho not alone not hurt but from their heart Doe Good to Others and their Owne impart In liberal Almes vnto the Poor's Relief After their power as grieued with their Grief Such shall not dye but to liue euer Blessed Such shall not liue but to dye heer possessed Of Grace and Glory with th' ETERNAL GOD Author of Almes and euer-scourging Rod Of Such Gold-heaped Iron-hearted Wretches As to the Poor impart no part of Riches Nor lend nor Lodge nor clothe nor free nor feed Distressed CHRIST in His deer Saints that need Such shall not liue but to dye double martyr'd Such shall not dye but to liue euer tortur'd In Hell and Horror without End or Ease Now Worldlings chuse You which you will of These Fines THE â—ATAIL of YVRY OR THE BREAK-NECK of The Hellish-Holy League In That famous Victorie vvonne By HENRY the Great Written By Du BARTAS Translated Dedicated TO The Right Honorable RICHARD EARLE of DORSET By â—OSVAH SYLVESTER TO The Right Honorable Earle of Dorset â—S th'awefull Child that long hath truanted Dares not return vnto the Schoole alone â—or Shame Feare to be there discipled â—ith many Stripes for many Faults in One â—ares my Lord My long Omission â—f th' humble Thanks I ought haue tendered â—or kinde Endeuours You bestowd vpon My Right my Wrong to haue recouered â—d as in fine He brings his Mother forth To beg Forgiueness or his Fault to scuse â—o bring I beere My deer DUBARTAS Worth â—mediate for My too-faultie Muse Whom daign to pardon and in gentle Part Accept This last of His not least in Art Your Lordships most Obliged Iosuah Syluester Ad eundem Comitem Illustrissimum Nuper ex Gallijs reducem EPIGRAMMA Ex Lat. I. O. â—Yer's Change hath changed w ch but rare doth chance Your good to best in Science and in Sense â—er and better and Both from FRANCE Wel-come Great Earle few are so Well come Thence Eiusdem Clarissimi ANAGRAMMATA Clarus Divis Charus Richardus Sacvilus Is Clarus diu Charus Exoptat I. S. THE BATTAIL of YVRY O! What a Sun-shine gilds vs round-about O! What a Hymne of Triumph troule they out â—ll our Temples ô What cheerfull noyse â—â—at Bells What Bonfires ô What Publique-Ioyes 〈◊〉 Day is Ours and on the Leaguers head â—â—e angry Heav'ns haue their iust Vengeance shed â—â—e smooth my Brows You my throbing thoughts â—â—â—ong deeply sunk in Sorrowes sable Vaults â—â—…r-vp to Heav'n You Sisters Three-fold-Three â—â—…o of late Yeeres haue scarce vouchsafed Mee 〈◊〉 wet my lipps Now sweetly steep my Tongue â—our best Syrups poure vpon This Song â—…eaw of Gold a May of learned Flowres 〈◊〉 not mine Eyes blubberd with priuate Showres â—â—…sse publique Glee nor silent Me conceale â—â—ile Others sing These Tropheys of our Weale Ah! now begins my rapted Brain to boile â—h braue Invention Now 's the fittest while 〈◊〉 my Carreer Others may hold their tongue 〈◊〉 hardly can great Ioyes be hidden long But now How Where of What shall I begin This Gold-grownd Web to weaue to warp to spinâ— For heer I list not in these leaues my Lord The famous Facts of thy first Arms record So many and so numbery Armies scatterd So many Townes defenc't so many batterd By Thy young Valour Neither shall my Pen Re-purple Lisle nor with dead Grease agen Re-soile the Soile at Courtras neither dread Heere reaue again thy Ragefull Foes of Head Nor shall my Muse relate how that yer-while Abusings King 's and Churche's sacred stile All EVROPE nigh all sorts of Rights reneg'd Against the Truth and Thee vn-holy leagu'd While Thou a Prince nor hauing MeÌ„ nor Treasuâ— But poore in All saue rich in Hope past measure Resemblest right one of thy Hills in Foix Which stands all Storms firm'd by it selfs sad poize Boldly beholds the frowning Vpper-Stage Disdaining Winds deriding Weathers rage And with his brows cleauing the proudest Thundeâ— With knobbed knees still keeps it brauely vnder Nor may I now our Thoughts cleer Heav'n o'r-caâ— With Clowdy Theam of Miscries fore-past Nor cruelly begin againe to launce New-skinned wounds to the new griefe of France Sing Others Those Me shall suffice to sing That in few Months since Thou wert heer Our King Thy valiant hand hath more strong places won Then Both the Sides in thirty yeers haue don Though Swarms besieg'd in number did surmount Besieging Troops in so vn-equall count That oft there seemd of Foes more Troops almost Then single Souldiers in thy Royall Host Thou seemst a Lightning thy nimble Bands Follow thy will rather with wings then hands And impt with plumes of Honor-thirsting minds Are brauely born with Thy Good-fortunes winds Thou cam'st saw'st ouercam'st as swift well neer As these swift Words I haue digested heer Onely neer Arques for few dayes the Foe Thine Expeditions some-what doth fore-slowe But as a Torrent whose proud stream for stop Hath the thick height of some new Causwaies top The Bottome vndermines beats on the shore And still in vaine adds Forces more and more Till at the last aided with Showres and Snowes Fel foaming lowd his Prison ouer-throwes Tears Bridges down bears away Mounds Mills And hauing won the Valleys threats the Hills Swells as a Sea in his furious Pother Takes Land from some giueth more to other So thou re-Campst runn'st rushest ruinest Holds Houses Townes neuer â—oost thou rest Till rebel Paris pale for guiltie Feare Behold thy Face with too-iust Furie there In her vast Sub-vrbs Sub-vrbs flanked strong Sub-vrbs whose streets with Souldiers thickly throng Thou tak'st Estamps loosing scarce a man Thy martiall Troops ingrateful Vandosme wan Mans is assaild and taen Falaise Eureux Maine followes those after that Lizieux And Honfleur too stoop to thy Sacred Flowers And now began thy Sulphury Thunder-flowers To batter Dreux when as the Leaguers Chief Puft with some new Supplies fresh Relief From fatall Philip who right Foxie-Wise Wide yawning still after so rich a Prize Ambitious waits nor wishes nothing more Then that our Great each other enter-gore In Ciuill Rage that at the easier rate Himselfe may snatch the Price of Their debate Drawes neer thine Host Then Thou whose Fear was great