Of Heau'n and Earth and All that is beside Whose liuing Spirit spred in and over All Giues All things Life Breath Growth Originall I giue Thee Lord a thousand Thanks deuout That thou hast daign'd yer death to take me out Of my wilde Stock to graft me in the Stem Of th' happy Tree deaw'd with thy Gracious stream Which maugre Blasts and Blastings rough rife Of All the Trees bears onely Fruit of Life And good Isacians for GOD'S sake I pray Miss-doubt me not as comming to betray Or vnder-mine by wylie Stratagem Your Strength or State or wrong IERVSALEM No GOD doth knowe I suffer This for You For witnessing before you wicked Crew GOD'S mighty Arm for Your Fore-Fathers shown As ready still to saue and shield his Own Feare not therefore Their mighty multitude Whose sight almost so many hath subdewd Nor let their Boasts nor brauing Menaces Kill quaile or coole your holy Courages For should the whole Earth send her Sonnes in Against you onely all to carry Arms So that your Trust be fixt in GOD alone swarms Not in an Arme of Flesh not in your Own You shall no doubt make ruddy Mocmur's Flood With Idolist Assyrian Armies blood You shall no doubt of Fearfull Fierce become Your strong Assailants stoutly over-come Th' Almighties hand so ready bent to smight â—s but to humble not destroy you quight And but to shew you that in all Distresse Hee onely Hee can giue you quick Redresse As from a Bramble springs the sweetest Rose As from a Weed the whitest Lilly growes Euen so diuinest Sighes deuoutest Teares Demurest Life are Fruits Affliction beares For heere the Faithfull are much like the Earth Which of it Selfe alas brings nothing forth But Thorns and Thistles if the Plough she lack With daily wounds to launce her bunchie back But yet the Lord who alwaies doth relent So soon as Sinners earnestly repent And in his time his sharp hand doth retire And cast at last his Rods into the Fire Will rid your dangers and restore you rest Euen in an hour when you can hope it least Then courage Friends let 's vanquish GOD with Tears And then Our Arms shall quickly conquer Theirs Their World of Men. And if as yet in Mee Rest any Strength if any Courage bee If mine Experience may in ought availe If with mine Age all be not old fraile I vow it all and All that else is Mine To your Defence and for the Law diuine The end of the second Booke BETHVLIANS Rescue THE THIRD BOOKE FLame-snorting Phlegon's ruddy breath began Reducing Day to gild the Indian When early wakened with their ratling Drums â—ach Heathen Souldier from his Caban comes Takes-vp his Arms and marching in Array Towards Bethulia tends the ready way In May the Meads are not so py'd with Flowers Of sundry Figures Colours Sauors Powers â—s was this Hoast with Squadrons different â—n Language Maners Arms and Ornament â—o that th' old Châos Wombe of th'VNIVERSE Was neuer made of Members more diuerse Yet heer-in All agreed for all their Ods To warre against th' Eternall GOD of Gods Whose breath whose beck makes both the Poles to shake And Caucasus and Libanus to quake Heer cold Hyrcania's bold brauing Seed Mixt with Their neighbors both Armenias Breed Waue wanton Crests There Parthian Archers try Backward to shoot the while they forward fly The Persian there proud of th' Imperiall state With golden scales scalops his Armed plate Heer woulâ— the Mede show that for want of Hap Not Heart He lost His late Imperiall Cap. And that nor Pomp of his too sumptuous Suits His painted Cheeks his Phrygik Layes Lutes His crisped Bush nor his long borrowed Lock Had euer power his Manly mind to smock Happy-Arabians who their Fern-thatcht Townes Tumble in Tumbrels vp downe the Downes The subtle Tyrians who did first invent Our winged words in Barks of Trees to print The men of Moab and the Ammonites The Iduméans and the Elamites Learned Egyptians Those that neer confine The swelâ—ng Coasts of swartest Abyssine In brieâ—e All ASIA was immur'd almost Within the Trenches of This mighsy Hoast Wherein almost as many Nations clustred As th' Hebrews Armie single Souldiers mustred But of all These none plagu'd the Israelites More then their own Apostate Ephraimites Who not to seem of kinne to Israel Rag'd with more fury fought more deadly fel. As in the Spring time while a Poole is still And smooth aloft the Froggs lye croaking shrill But if the least Stone that a Child can fling â—ut stir the water straight they cease to sing â—o while a happy Peace IVDEA blest The Constancy of These stood with the best â—mong the Saints and the Lord 's sacred Praise Was in their mouthes daily and many waies â—o that they seem'd like burning Lamps to shine Amid the Flock devoutly-most-divine â—ut at the Noise of Holofernes Name Their famous Faith nothing but aire became Their Mouth is stopt the Zeale they did presume â—o highly hot is vanisht into Fume Nay turned Pagans for some Profits sake They worse then Pagans their poor Brethren rake O! what a Number of such Ephraimites â—re now-adayes Deceitful Hypocrites With-in the Church the while a prosperous winde With gentle Gales blowes faire and full behinde Which seem with Zeale the Gospel to imbrace While that it yeelds them either Gain or Grace â—ut if the Chance change if it hap to puffe â—ut half afront if Shee be faine to luffe Faint-hearted then forth-with they cast about And with th' Almighty playing banque-rout With greater Rage his Law they persecute Then yerst with Zeal they did it prosecute And in their Malice growe more fierce and furious Then Iuliaen yerst or Celsus or Porphyrius Soon as the Hebrews from their Turrets spie So many Ensignes waving in the Skie And such an Hoast marching in such Array Begirt afarre their Citie everie way They faint for dread not having where to run Save to the GOD their Grandsires trusted on O Father cry they Father of Compassion Whose wing is wont to be our strong Salvation Sith now against vs all the World doth swarm O! Cover vs with thine Almighty arm Thus having pray'd the Careful Gouernour To Charge his Watches doth him quick bestirre And when the Sun in his moist Cabin dives With hundred Fires the Day again revives Watches himselfe amid the Court of Guard Walks oft the Round and weens that over-hard Phoebe's black Coachman drives his sable Steeds Hebrews neer Ruine hasting more then needs While opposite the Pagans think her fast With her Emdymion in a slumber cast â—ut Mens fraile wishes have alas no force To hold or hasten the Heav'ns settled Course Soon as they saw Aurora's saffron ray On their Horizon to renew the Day The Vice-Roy makes a thousand Trumpets sound T' assemble all his scatter'd Troops around Which from all parts with speedy pases went â—nvironing their Chief-Commanders Tent â—s round about a Huntsman in a morn The Hounds do
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
Famine Plague War Wealth or Want In sum â—hall Life shall Death things Present or to-Come Stay stay vs Lord and steel our feeble hearts â—gainst the sting of temporarie Smarts â—raw draw our Soules neer to thy Self ô Lord With powerfull Touches of Thy Spirit Word Guide guide our Steps still in thy Gracious Way â—uring our Durance in This house of Clay â—hat when This Prison shall be broken down Wee may with Thee receiue a Glorious Crown So shall Wee euer with a voice Diuine â—ing Haleluiahs to th' ETERNAL TRINE â—ecord thy Mercies which all Thoughts Surmount â—nd Thus the Glory of Thy Deeds recount SVpernall Lord Eternall King of Kings Maker Maintainer Mouer of All things â—ow infinite How excellently-rare â—ow absolute Thy Works Thy Wonder are â—ow-much Their Knowledge is to be desir'd â—ow THOV in All to be of All admir'd FINIS MICRO-COSMO-GRAPHIA The Little-Worlds Description OR THE MAP OF MAN From Latin Saphiks of that Famous late Preacher in London M r. HEN. SMITH Translated Dedicated To the Right Honourable HONORIA Lady HAY. By IOSVAH SYLVESTER To the right-Right Honourable HONORIA Wife of IAMES Lord HAY Sole Daughter and Heire of EDVVARD Lord DENNY EQually bound in humble Gratitude To Two deer Equals to You equall Deer Vnable yet with Both at once to cleer Vnwilling yet with Eyther to be rude â—aine would I craue to haue my Bond renewd For a more Happy or more Hopefull Year When gratious Heav'n shall daign to set me freer From old cold Cares which keep my Muse vnmew'd Would You be pleas'd Madame to interpose Your gentle breath I would not doubt to speed Such vertue hath Your Vertue stil with Those Therefore in Hope of Your kinde Help at need This simple Pledge I Offer at Your Feet Altar of Loue Where both Their Vowes doe meet Yo r. Honorable Vertue 's humble Votarie Iosuah Syluester THE MAP OF MAN I Sing not but in Sighes abrupt Sob-out the State of MAN corrupt By th' olde Serpent's banefull Breath Whose strong Contagion still extends To euery Creature that descends From th' old Little World of Death Drad-deer Creator new-create Thy Creature Sauiour expiate This and all our Owne Addition O Sacred Spirit Our Spirits renew Informe reforme and tune Mee trew To condole Our sad Condition In Earth Man wanders Pilgrim-wise Hopes doubts desires faints freezes fryes Crossed tossed to and fro He turns he windes he findes no good He ay complains that Euill's Flood Farre and wide doth ouer-flowe His Birth in Sinne beginnes in Teares His Life is rife in Pains and Fears Will-He nill-He spoyling sport His Death with groans in doubtfull case Sends him God knowes vnto what place Blest none rest but in the Port. The Flesh against the Spirit rebells The Spirit againe the Flesh repells Euer striuing neuer still And sodainly while these contend Their common Foe the cursed Fiend Findes aduantage Both to kill Earth Step-dam-like sharp Rodds doth yield To scourge her Sonns the Sea is filld Both aboue and vnder too With hideous Horrors past report Th'Aier whirling in Tempestuous sort Beats and threats All to vndoo The Countrey 's rude and foe to Fame The Court more braue and more to blame Painted Faces graces fain'd The Cittie There O! bad 's the best Seat of Deceit and Misers nest Gold their God vngodly gain'd Iarr at the Barr Stewes at the Stage In Way-fare Thieues in War-fare Rage Noyse abroad Annoyes at home In Churches Purchase Profanation Fiends seeming Saints Abhomination Euery-where no Feare of Doome The Throne 's not giuen vnto the Iust The Faithfull is not put in Trust Prophets are not held for true Nor loyall lov'd nor learned grac't Nor weary eas'd nor Worthy plac't Nor hath any heer his dew The impudent the insolent The Foole the Friend in complement And the sly we see by proof Held eloquent magnanimous Right pleasant kinde ingenious And the Wealthy wise ynough Reward is heard words are but winde Each Art is long Life short confin'd Might makes Right in euery Cause Physicke is vile and vilely vs'd Diuinity disdain'd abus'd Vnder foot men tread the Lawes The Rich with rage the Poore with plaints With hate the Wise with scorne the Saints Euermore are curstly crost With painfull toyle the Priuate-man The Nobler states with Enuy wan Without end are torne and tost If good he fares no better for 't If bad no worse they him support Fortune serueth all alike Though she simper though she smile Though she laugh outright awhile She is alwaies slippery-sleeke Who lately serued Lords-it now Who lately becked now doth bow Valleyes swell and Mountains sink Who lately flourisht now doth fade Who late was strong now feeble made Feeding Wormes in Dust doth stink So Lowly rests so Lofty rues Say that one might his fortune chuse Vnder Heauen to haue his will 'T would be a Doubt among the Wise Whether it better were to Rise To High state or to Sit still Phant'sie conceiues Reason receiues Passion repugns and Patience reaues What I wish What I desire I see and Sense importunes so I couet I commend it too Then againe it doth retire â—ense whither now T is griefe to see â—hat flits so fast so sodainly Reason whither roams thy reach What hurts were better still be hid â—nd still vnknowne O! ill-bestid Poor in store in Wealth a wretch When Fortune comes she means our Wrack And when she goes she breaks our back Comming going all is one â—or What she giues she takes away Vnkinde and blinde inconstant ay Frank to few and firme to none Oft haue I canvas'd whethers Case â—s Worst the Fall'n or th'euer-Base Yet scarce can I it decide The Fall proues plainly for the first Want Pleads that euer-Want is Worst Partiall to their proper side â—t irks the Fall'n to haue been High Th' ay-Poor could wish he had been By Either others state would glad If euen in gladnes sadnes growe Were not I somewhat glad also How extreame should I be sad If Care Wee take it Health impaires If not it takes Vs vn-awares Whether should we seek or shun Whether to passe vnto the next The good or bad be most perplext Is another Question The Guiltie suffers for his Fault The Guilt-less doubts no less assault By Miss-Fortune both desire To liue on Earth to draw this breath Both feare to Die and after Death Torment of eternall Fire Hence slowe Dayes labour wears vs thin Hence lightly Nightly fears begin Hence rathe Rising and late Rest Hence toughest storms and roughest streams Hence griping Cares and ghastly Dreams Waking sleeping do molest Winter's too-colde Summer's too-hot Autumne too-moist which breeds the Rot All the hope is in the Spring The liuely Spring is louely faire But if keen Ice then chill the Aier Little pleasure doth it bring Seas drowne the Vales the Windes doe heaue The Hills to Heav'n the Rocks they cleaue Bold Ambition stands amaz'd Expecting where to build a Fort â—o strong and rampyr'd in such sort
Each-where kills in hunting Carloman â— Caue Caligulâ— Aristobulus Bath by th' Altar Philip Iulian Camp in Councell conquering IVLIVS 46 Death seeks th' Aemathian from Nero flies One in a Shallow drownes who Seas did scape An Emperour in eating Mushromes dies A Holy-Father in a Harlots lap 47 No hand but serues Death's turn Edric by 's Mother Alboin by 's Wife Aristo by his Friends By 's owne Son Baiazeth Conrad by 's Brother Mustapha by his Sire Self Cato ends 48 Death diuersly makes him familiar heer Henry the Black a bit of Bread could fine A King of Goth's died in a Tub of Beer Thalis of Thirst of Hunger Antonine 49 Death euery-where in euery thing distils Her fell Despite Fire Aier Earth Ocean Drusus a Peare a Fig Terpander kils A Fly in drinking choaketh Adrian 50 As soon a Souerain as a Shepheard's gon Men dying heer haue but one equall Quality By Birth and Death is Their Condition one Their Stay and State between make th' Inequality 51 There 's no Death Sodain to the godly Wise His heart goes out to meet all haps before VVhen he embarks he casts Wracks Ieopardies And when Wind serues nor He will rowe no more 52 Not knowing then When Where thy Death will snatch â—t Sea or Land young old Morn Noon or Night Look for it euer euery-where keep watch â—or what we look-for little can affright 53 If Infants oft no sooner breathe then die â— Good-men little-last and Wicked long â—e not too-curious in that Secret's Why â—h ' are stroaks of that hand w ch strook neuer wrong 54 VVhy Good men go and Why th'Vngodly stay â—ispute it not GOD hath permitted so Those die to liue These liue to die for aye These liue at case Those in a World of VVo. 55 If from thy Dayes thou but thy Nights subtract â—hy Sleep's thy Care 's thy Mawe's thy Muse's waste What thy Wife weareth VVhat thy Friends exact â—hy Griefs thy Sutes How short a Life thou hast 56 The Head-ach Tooth-ach Gout or Feuer rise Or Vlcer in the Leg Stone in the Reines By lingring Drops strains out the tedious Life Yet art thou loth that Death should rid thy Paines 57 Thy Term expir'd Thou put'st-off Payment yet And weenst to win much by some Months delay Sith pay thou must wer 't not as good be quit For Death will be no gentler any Day 58 Th' affaires of Parting poast not to to-Morn For on Delay Repentance waits with Woe The Wind and Tide will in a Moment turn All houres are good for Those resolu'd to goe 59 Grudging to die in flower of thine age Thou grieu'st to be too-soon discharg'd from Prison â—epin'st too-soon to haue don thy Pilgrimage Loth to haue-in thy Haruest in due Season 60 Make of thy Deeds not of thy Dayes account Think not how far but think how faire thou passest See to what Sum thy Vertues will amount For Life and Gold are chose by waight the massi'st 61 Life 's valued by th' effect not by the age The labour not the lasting praise it most Long hath he liu'd that liueth to be sage â—ood life too-often in long life is lost 62 Long Acts commend not most a Comoediâ— T is still esteemed as the Parts are plaid â—o in our Liues not Yeers considered be â—ut worthy Actions by the Wise are waigh'd 63 Who grieues because he liu'd not heer yet born Hundred yeers is double worthy laughter â—t trebble He who at his Death doth mourn â—re not to liue a hundred yeers heer-after 64 Man 's not more Happy for long-liuing heer â—mber of Dayes doe not more Blisses bring â—ore Compass makes not a more coÌ„plete Sphear â—round's a little as a larger Ring 65 And if that Death wait on thee protract â—h Vsurie shee 'll make thee pay it double â—y Ioyes in Dream thy Dolours still in act 〈◊〉 make long Life a long Repenting Trouble 66 If Hee that heer thee in his Vineyard hir'd Pay thee at Noon thy Wages full asmuch As Those that there all the whole Day haue tir'd Why murmurst thou why dost thou grieue grutch 67 He casts his Work well well his Work-men kens Thy Slackness Slowness Weaknes to hold out Therefore yer wearie he thy Way-fare ends Lest staying longer thou mar all 't is doubt 68 He giues our Task he again will take it Who Him vnwilling Him vnworthy serues Before he call 't is follie to forsake it And who-so leaues it to be left deserues 69 Or first or last on All this Stamp is set Early or late into This Port must Wee Who gaue the Charge ordained the Retreat One self-same Law did Life Death decree 70 The more the Body dures Soule more indures Neuer too-soon can Shee from thence exile Pure in she came there liuing Shee impures And suffers there a thousand Woes the while 71 The Soule is forc't within the Flesh to dwell â—n danger there shee liues sleeps in fear To hatch her Bird she needs must break her Shell â—nd think It neuer can too-soon appear 72 Soule blames the Body Body blames the Soule â—t Death surprising ends their Quarrell prest â—own goes the Body in the Dust to roule â—he faithfull Soule vp to th' eternall Rest 73 Death frees the Soule from Bodies wilfull Errors â—om the Soules Vices She the Bodie saues â—he Soule 's Annoyes are to the Body Terrors â—e Bodies Torments to the Soule are Graues 74 This Body is not Man His Stuff 's more fine â—s Beauty with Heau'ns Beauty hath Affinitie â—e Body dead That euer-liues diuine 〈◊〉 euen a Beam from the supream Diuinitie 75 If then the Soule so long Heer languishing â—hin the Bodie doe not gladly part 〈◊〉 hath forgotten her own Source or Spring â—d that She must from whence she cam reuart 76 But more then Death Death's Pain appalleth thee That 's but a Stream which swiftly vanisheth Ther 's as no Pain in that Extremitie For th'Body down doth nothing feele in death 77 Then quit those Fears that in thy Phantsie stick For violent Euills haue no permanence If that Death's Pain be keen 't is also quick And by the Quicknes takes away the Sense 78 To leaue thy Babes behind thy hart it gripes In Whose Thou shalt reuiue from lap to lap Happy who hath them for they are our Types And oft Who hath None 's happy by mishap 79 To leaue thy Wife thou wail'st wel worth excusing 'T's a necessary Ill Good stranger-like Which cleerest Eyes Self-wise too-oft mischusing In little Flesh finde many Bones to pick. 80 Th' art loth to leaue the Court's Delights Deuices Where None liues long vnbrau'd or vnabhorred Where Treason's Prudence where the Vertues Vicesâ— Where som no Eyes wher som haue no Forehead 81 The Mariner that runs from Rock to Rock â—rom Wrack to Wrack dwelling in dangers rife Waue's Bal Wind 's Thral Tempest's Shuttlecock Would not exchange His for the Courtiers Life 82 The Court beguiles thee as black-Angel-Bands
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
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
Troughs and publick Cesterns deep Both Citizens and Soldiers to suffice So that they would be moderate and wise So th' Officers divide in silver measures To all of all sorts of these liquid Treasures This welcome Liquor which might serve at first To keep their life a while not quench their Thirst Their Cesterns dry'd they seek in every sink Of every Gutter greedily they drink T' appease their Thirst awhile not please their taste With Drink whose stink was oft the Drinkers last O wretched Men O wondrous Misery Little or much drink or drink not they dy Plenty and Lack of Liquor in extreme Though Contraries concurt to murder them With-in whose Bodies warreth Thirst as fell As outwardly th' outrageous Infidell Street Lane nor Ally had this wofull City Where-in the Sisters Enemies to Pitie Invented not some new and vncouth guise To murder Hebrews and from firmest eyes In signe of Sorrow showers to extract Of pearly Tears of bitter brine compact Mid all Degrees if rested any-where But so much moisture as could make a Teare There an Old man complaineth that a Lad Hath new snatcht from him all the Drink he had But Thirst contracts his Throat his voice vains And ends at once his Life his Plaint and Pains A Soldier heer re-swils again and gladder Th'vnsavory Water which had swelld his bladder There th'woefull Mother on her Couching-Settle Her half-dead Childe reviveth with her Spettle â—eer the sad Lover sighes her latest breath â—ith the last Sighes of her deer Love in Death â—or cruell Thirst com'n from Cyrenian Strand Where ay Shee lives amid the burning Sand â—erpetual panting for continuall Drouth â—anging her Tongue a foot without her Mouth â—er Face all wrinkled both her Eyes deep sunk â—er Body leane and light her Bowels shrunk â—er Brest transparent and her Veins repleat With Brimstone all in steed of Blood 's moist Heat â—owes from her rotten Lungs a loathsome breath Through all the Town infusing Fumes of Death â—n th' Hebrews Artires causing every Porch Obscurely shine with some Funereall Torch So that the Heav'ns seeing so many Woes Could hold no longer but would faine with those Sad-weeping Hebrews Their sad Tears haue melld Save that their Tears the Lord of Hoasts with-held And I my Self that drown mine Eyes with Theirs Vnable though well to express those Tears Will with my Silence vaile their Countenance Following that Painters learned Ignorance Who well conceiving that his live-less Colours Could not to life express the deadly Dolours Of Agamemnon at his Daughters End Cover'd his sad Face with a sable Bend. Mean-while the few that of this Wrack remain Against their sad Chiefs murmur and complain The Lord say they in Iustice recompence Your wilfull Malice and Our Innocence The Lord look down vpon the wretched Teen Your wicked Counsails have heer plung'd vs in For had you yeelded to the Foes demand Yet he had entred on the Holy Land We happy we had never seen our Friends So hâ—p-less brought to so vntimely Ends. Alas What Comfort rests O wretched City Those that besiege thee round wold show thee Pity Thine Own are Cruel Foes wold fain preserve-thee Thy Frends destroy thee Those wold fain reserv thee Would saue thy Children thine own Children rather Run headlong all on wilfull Death together Lord well we know our wicked Deeds haue made Thee iust displeas'd to drawe the keenest Blade Of thy fierce-kindled ire which iustly sheads Thy deadliest Darts on our disloyal heads Yet Thou which dost not long thy Wrath retain Against thine Owne O turn to Vs again Lord change the purpose of our wilfull Lords Who ' gainst our Bosomes whet the Pagan Swords Or grant at least with thousand Arrowes thrill'd We rather may by Heathen hands be kill'd Then longer Langnor of this banefull Thirst To linger vs in living Death accurst Deer Brethren 't is our only Duty bindes Their Rulers said not our sinister mindes Of vndermining or of pyning Ours Thus to hold out against these Heathen Powers If You haue Pain We have our Portion too We are imbarkt in the same Ship with You On the same Deep we the same Danger run Our Cross is common and our Loss is one As common shall our comfort be when GOD Shall please to ease vs of th' Assyrians Rod As sure he will if Your Impatiency Stop not the Course of his kinde Clemency Then strive not with th'All-Perfect but depend On God alone Whose Actions all do tend To profit His Who in his Season ever Almighty can and will His Church deliver Sometimes the Archer lets his Bowe vnbent Hang idly by that when it is re-bent With boisterous Armes it may the farther cast His winged shafts and fix them far more fast So oft the Lord seems in his Bosome long To hold his hand and after as more strong To hammer Those whose impious Impudence Miss-spends the Treasure of his Patience Which at first sight gives all Impunity As think the Lewd to all Iniquity But at the last his heavie Vengeance payes Them home for all his Iustice long Delayes As th'Vsurer forbearing of his poore And needy Debtors makes his Debt the more What though th' high Thunderer in his Fury dread Strike not in th' instant this proud Vice-Roy dead â—an all th'Amasse of Waters which he pent â—bove and vnder th'ample Firmament â—editious so shake-off his Soueraigne Power â—s not to send the thirsty Earth a Shower â—o no though Heav'ns on every side so cleer â—oâ—d nothing lesse then Rain or moisture neer They with their Tears shall shortly soak the Plain 〈◊〉 on the Day when Saul began to raign â—or all the Heav'ns the Starres and Elements Must execute his high Commandements But still the Plebe with Thirst and Fury prest Thus roaring raving gainst their Chiefs contest O holy Nation shall we shall We die Their Elderships grave Sights to satisfie O! shall we die to please These foolish-wise â—ho make themselues rich by our Miseries And with our Bloods would purchase them a Name â—o live for ever in the Role of Fame No no Let 's rather break their servile bands Which hold vs in let 's take into our hands Our Cities Helm that freeing it from Sack We wisely so may free our Selves from Wrack As the Physician by the Patient Prest Who on his Bed vnruly will not rest Permits sometimes what Art prohibiteth Osias so importun'd promiseth To yeeld the Town if in five Dayes appear No certain Signe of divine Succour neer The People then their woeful past estate Their present paine and future Fears forgate Sith though it should not hap as most they thirst At least they should of Evils scape the worst But IVDITH who the while incessant Showres From her sad eyes in signe of Sorrow poures With mourneful voice now cals vpon the Lord Anon her sad Soule comforts in his Word Praiers were her Staires the highest Heav'ns to clime GOD's Word a Garden where in needful time She found her Simples in
the Bay And for a time out-lashing every-way Tears over-turns and vndermines much worse Then when he freely hath his natiue Course Even so my Force having the Force repeld Which in these Straights the struggling Passage helâ— Burns kils confounds what meets it most and leasâ— ASIA laid waste returning to the East I conquer'd Coelé spoyling pityless The fruitfull Verge of famous Euphrates Rapsis I raz'd and Agraea overthrow'n The Vertue of my mighty Arm hath know'n Thence keeping still by the Sea coast I spoile â—he Madianites then marching North a-while â—owards double Liban I Damascus race â—ith her neer Towns Gaane Abyle Hypaepas â—hence came I curious to that Hill from whence â—he Sun by Night is seen and seen from thence â—so to Rise Thence towards the Western Realms â—ontinual beaten with Phoenician Streams Then Those of Gaze Tyre Sydon Ascalon â—otus Byblus Ioppa every-one â—r'd with my Fame in greatest humblenes â—spatch their Legates to My Mightines â—ecome not heer with Force and Arms say They â—o bid thee Battail or to barre thy Way â—t rather Mightiest Price in humblest awe 〈◊〉 yeeld vs Thine to accept Thy Will for Law 〈◊〉 Life or Death Thine are our Fields Forts â—ine are our Cities Thine our Ships our Ports 〈◊〉 Lands our Goods our Cattail Corn Wine â—ine are our Children and our Selves are Thine â—ly be pleas'd Sir to accept vs so â—d so esteem vs and right happy thâ— â—ll we esteem our Selves to haue a Lord â—n wield so well the Sceptre and the Sword The Lance and Balance and besides excels Men equals Gods in euery Vertue else Nor did their People nor their States disproue Their Embassies but by all signes of Loue Both Yong and Old crown'd all with Flora's Fauors Of hundred Colours and of hundred Sauors Came Dauncing out with Musiks cheerfull Moods To offer Me their Bodies and their Goods Nor did I then a Victor's Right abuse But with all Kindness them as Friends I vse Leaue them their Land but first their Forts I mand With some of Mine with some of Theirs my Band. For Madame still the farther that I go My Camp in Bands my Bands in Soldiers growe Euen as Danubius first beginning small Throgh Raurak Plains with shallow course to craule Still swelling more more with three-score Riuers To th' Euxine Sea his Sea-like Self deliuers I hop't as These so also Israel Would yeeld themselues not at all compel My iust Reuenge to threat Extreamities But when I came heer to Scythepolis The Toomb of Her whose happy Milk had yerst The twice-born Dennis in his Cradle nourc't â— was aduertis'd of this stubborn Folly Which will no doubt vndoo the Hebrews wholly The end of the fift Booke BETHVLIANS Rescue THE SIXT BOOKE YEt that the Pagan could his Story end FroÌ„ highest Hils did dusky Night descend And now the Steward full the Table fraights With all most pretious most delicious Meats As if the Vice-Roy to This Iouial Feast Had bid the Kings both of the West and East O greedy-guts O Gulphes insatiate A thousand Worlds with all their delicate And various Cates deuis'd by th' Abderite Cannot suffize your bound-less Appetite O Belly-gods for You at any price To the Moluques must we trudge for Spice To the Canaries for your Sugars fine To Ioves-Crete Candy for your choysest Wine To please your Tasts your Palats to content Seas sacred Bosome is profanely rent Aieris dispeopled yea right hardly can The only Phoenix scape the Iawes of Man O Poison worse then Plague to Martiall states Which brauest mindes basely effeminates While Rome for Heads had Curios and Fabricios Whom Roots suffiz'd for dainties most delicious While Persia was with Sallets sole content They flourisht Both admir'd and Eminent And Eithers Arms triumphing euery-where Fill'd all the Earth with Tropheis and with Fear But since that This from soft Assyrians took His vast Excesse of Kitchin and of Cook And since that That fel vnder the Dispose Of Galba's Neros and Vitellios More glorying to exceed Others Excess Then conquer Pyrrhus or Mithridates Both haue bin oft and iustly sackt and spoil'd By pettie Nations whom they oft had foil'd Natur 's suffiz'd with Little Ouer-ful Deadeth the Courage the Wits doth dull Each being set anon full filled-out â—n massie Boules the Malmsey walks about One drinks deuoutly in an Estridge Egge One in a Lute another in a Legge One in a Ship another in a Shell Another takes a broad deep siluer Bell To ring his Peal but so his hand doth sway And shake that half he sheds it by the way But aboue all the Prince him so behau'd That now the more he drank the more he crau'd Much like the Sea which though it take this-while Twin-named Ister and Seauen-mouthed Nile Neuer increases nor is full therefore But euer ready for as many more Cup calls for Cup and when the Skinker weens T' haue done his Seruice he afresh begins To fill them Liquor for till Midnight past Among the Guests this Tippling game did last And then away with much adoo they went Feeling and reeling Each vnto his Tent By th' amorous Tyrant often vrg'd before Who thought each minute now a yeare and more When they were gon Hee 'gan embrace and busse The trembling Lady who besoothes him Thus Nay leaue my Lord such hast what need you make To reap the Fruit which from you none can take Get you to bed and if you leaue me roome I will not faile you by and by to come So soon as I haue but disburthened My Load of Cloathes and made me fit for Bed If suttlest Wits and if the sobrest Brains Haue hardly scaped Womens wylie Trains Maruaile not Reader if One fool'd at-once By Semele's and Cytheréa's Sonnes Be thus beguil'd sith Either of the Two â—ereaues the Bodie 's and the Mindes Force too Then letting her slide from his arms away He goes about himselfe to dis-aray Now he vnbuttons now pulls-off his hose But his heat hinders and his hast foreslowes â—or sleep-awake blinde-seeing while he plyes T'vntrusse his Points them fumbling faster ties Till ouercome with Rage and Longing more He cuts his knots and off his Cloathes he tore â—nd then to Bed Where as the Crosse-bow-man Who for his pleasure watcheth now and than By some Cross-path some Coney or some Hare â—t euery Noise on euery side doth stare Where stirs a Leaf and leuels thither-ward â—t the least Wren or the least Worm that stird â—eer where he stands still in a Hopefull-Doubt â—urning his Body and his Bowe about The lustfull Tyrant if he hear a Mouse Neuer so little stir about the house Shivering for Joy he thinks his Mistresse there Nay though he nothing hear his flattring Eare Thinks it hears something which can nothing be But his admired most desired Shee Lifts-vp layes-down and vp again re-lifts His heauie Noule from side to side he shifts Casting the Distance counting in his head How-many steps will bring her to his
Total moue as doth his Part. So if we see the Sunne Moon to veere Their ample Heav'ns haue even the like Cariere But who hath seene a Selflie-turning Stone How then should Earth turn her whole lump alone Let 's therefore boldly with old Truth affirme That th' Earth remaines vnmoueable firme And if wee credit the Geometer Three thousand leagues is her Diameter This Measure of her vast thick Depth is found By th'admirable Compasse of her Round Which hath by test of Arts Experiments More then nine thousand leagues Circumference Yet learned Mappists on a Paper small Draw in Abridgement the whole Type of All And in their Chamber paineless peril-less See in an houre circuit Land and Seas This mighty Globe is but a Point compar'd With th'vpper Globe yet on This Point are shar'd Millions of millions of Man-kinde which plow With Keel Coultar its Twin Back and Brow Man placed thus in This Mid-Point so even Sees alwaies Half of God's great Hall of Heav'n Th' other's beneath him yet abides not there But in a Day doth to him all appeare Ah Soverain Artist ô how few of vs Knowe right the Place where Thou hast plac't vs thus Alas how-many know not to What end Thy gracious Wisdom did them hither send Yet giving Man a quick Intelligence Thou sett'st him iust in the World's Midst that thence Seeing thy Wonders round about him so Knowing himselfe he might Thee better know By th'vsual Circuit of the Heav'nly Ball The Starres appeare vnto vs almost all That We in time obseruing all their Figures Might contemplate their Courses Natures Vigors To view the Stars is honest Recreation To search their Course deserveth Commendation So wee beware with some presuming Sects To pick things future out of their Aspects We must renounce That Errors patronage That what some Dreamers by our Births presage Must needs betide vs tying to their Lawes Our nature governd by a Higher Cause Perhaps the Signes some inclination bring â—nducing hearts to some Affectioning But by Gods grace well may wee varie that â—s neuer forc't by necessary Fate For sure if Man by strong Necessitie â—oo any Ill ill meriteth not Hee â—id Starres constraine vs neither Vertue then â—or Vice were worth Praise or Reproofe in Men. If any way the Will of Man be free On These Effects what IudgemeÌ„ts ground can bee What Certaintie can from the Starres be knowne Of Weal or Woe Life Death or Thrall or Throne When Kings are born be many born beside Must all be Destin'd to be Kings that tide Oft many at-once are hangd or drownd or slaine Did all at-once their groaning Mothers paine Who can conceiue that such or such Aspect Is good or bad boads Life or Deaths Effect Who can produce so sure Prognostications Of our fraile Life so full of Alterations Certain's that Art which shewes the daily Course Of restlesse Starres their influence force But Divination 's an vncertaine Skill Full of fond Error false and fayling still What booted Lord our huÌ„blest Vowes to Thee Were their Conclusions certaine Veritie Disastrous Fate would mate vs with Despaire And frustrate all religious Faith and Prayer Were it their Sayings were right certain true Then of necessity must all ensue But if Events their Verdicts often thwart False is their Aime fallible their Art Obserue the Works those subtle Authors write Th' are so ambiguous or so false out-right That if somtimes some Truth they chance to hit They 'll counterpoize a hundred lyes for it Too-busie-bold with Thee they Lord presume And to themselues Thine Office they assume Who by Star-gazing or ought else belowe Dare arrogate the Future to fore-knowe Wee hardly see what hangeth at our Eyes How should we read the Secrets of the Skyes None knowes To-morrow what betide him shall How then fore-tell Years Fortunes yer they fall Then leaue we All to GOD's high Prouidence Not list'ning for To-morrow-Dayes Events â—etter then We Hee knowes what 's meet to send Then feare we nothing but Him to offend O! Thou All-knower Nothing more hath thrust â—roud Man from Thee then This Ambitious-lust Of knowing All for by that Arrogance â—n stead of Knowledge got He Ignorance Man nothing knowes nor nothing comprehends â—ut by the Power which Thy pure Spirit him lends 〈◊〉 then Thy Wisedom haue so bounded His Why would He hold more then His Measure is Let 's humbly stoop our Wits with all Sinceritie Vnto Thy Word there let vs seek the Veritie And all Predictions that arise not Thence Let vs reiect for impious Insolence Let vs repute all Divination vaine Which is derived from man's fuming braine By Lots by Characters or Chyromancie By Birds or Beasts or damned Necromancie Let 's also fly the furious-curious Spel Of those Black-Artists that consult with Hel To finde things lost and Pluto's helpe invoke For hoorded Gold where oft they find but smoake He 's fond that thinks Fiends in his Ring to coop Or in a knife them by a Charm to hoop Such as haue try'd those Courses for the most Haue felt in fine Their malice to their cost Woe woe to Them that leaue the living GOD To follow Fiends and Montibanks abroad Seeking for Light dark dreaming Sorceries And for the Truth th'erronious Prince of Lyes Condemning therefore all pernitious Arts Let 's be contented with our proper Parts Let 's meekly seeke what may be safely known Without vsurping GOD's peculiar own W'haue Stuff ynough besides our time to spend And Our short life can hardly comprehend The halfe of halfe the Wonders licenst vs To search knowe and soberly discusse The smallest Garden vsually containes Roots Fruits Flowres sufficient for the paines Of one man's life their natures to descry When will he know all Creatures propertie Earth's but a Point compard to th'vpper Globe Yet who hath seen but halfe her vtter Robe Omitting All her Inwards All her Water When shall we then see All this vast Theater What heer wee see wee see is Exquisite What 's This to That so far aboue our Sight â—xcelling faire what to our Eye is sensible â—ven to our Soule the rest 's incomprehensible Who then can vaunt himselfe Omni-scient â—oâ—e then All-sin-less pure and Innocent 〈◊〉 none 's all-guiltlesse in thy glorious Eyes â—here's none all-knowing thy high Mysteries Yet must we praise glorifie thee fit â—…r that wee knowe and for our good by it â—here is no Pleasure can be comparable 〈◊〉 Contemplation of Thy Wondrous Table There-on the more wee muse the more we may So our Delight Desire increases ay Of finding Thee and that divine Desire Calming our Cares quencheth our fleshly Fire All other Pleasures haue displeasures mixt Ioyes meet Annoyes Smiles haue Tears betwixt Yea all Delights of Earth haue ever been Fellow'd or follow'd with some tragike Teen But Who of Thee Thine contemplates ever Scapes all the Fits of th'hot-cold cruell Fever Of Fear of Loue of Avarice Ambition Which haunts all others with small
Honorable Sir EDVVARD COKE Knight Lord Chief Iustice of England and one of his Maiesties most Honorable Priuie Councell * EDVARDVS COCVS Anagramma * SVCCEDO ARDVVS HArdy and Happy may You long Succeed In all the Courses of your Christian Zeale To scourge Abuse and purge the Publike-Weale Of vicious Humors with auspicious Speed â—ardy and Happy Neuer more did need To meet with Malice and with Might to deale And sift the Drift the Serpent would conceale How happy Heav'n You for These times decreed Hardy and Happy may you still proceed Vntill You finde confound and suffocate The Viperous Vermin that destroy the State â—ardy and Happy be your Minde and Meed With GOD and Men applauded and approou'd Of Prince and People of All Good belou'd Ex Animo Exoptat Iosuah Sylvester TO The Right Honourable Lords Spirituall Temporall The Knights and Burgesses of the Lower-House To all generous and ingenuous Readers YOur prest Assistence Assistance past Vouchsafed Heer wheÌ„ you were summond last Binde imbold mee once more to present My humble Briefs in form of PARLIAMENT Hoping no lesse Consent of Your Good-wills In passing These then of Our former Bills So-much more Need-full in this Weed-full Time By How-much Vice doth ouer Vertue clime An Act against Atheisme Irreligion Page 4.7 An Act of pious and humble PATIENCE 7 An Act conformable to the former 9 An Act confirming Both. 9.67 An Act of humane Frailty to teach the Best Humility 10.18.29 An Act of the Weaker Vessell 9 An Act of Imitation with better Application 13 An Act of many Branches concerning the Iustice of GOD in his Iudgements 14.89 An Act of Exhortation to Repentance and Humiliation 16.23.31.60.90 An Act against Presumption of our selues 30.40.91 An Act touching GOD's Omnipotence Omniscience Al-Regencie Al-Sufficiencie 33.89.93 An Act against rash and erroneous Censures 35 An Act against Partiality in Iudgement false Witnesse Suborned Euidence ibid. An Act intimating the Comfort and Confidence of a good Conscience 36.67 An Act auerring the Shortnes of Life and vncertaine Certainty of Death 37 An Act against Saduces and Epicures 38 An Act against Puritisme 41.65 An Act intimating the effects of an euill Conscience 41 An Act against the Security Insolence of fat Easefull Epicures and Oppressors 42 An Act against Hypocrites 43.67.93 An Act against Bribrie Brokerie Vsurie 43 An Act against vnciuil IndiscretioÌ„ in visiting of Frinds Especially against Aggrauation of Griess 43 An Act for our Imitation 45.72.76.77.82.104 An Act against Flattery 46.84 An Act of Terror to the Wicked in their sodain fearfull Fall 47.64 Anno. 1615. An Act against Ambition conformable to the former 52 An Act against Vnkindenesse of Kinsmen Neighbours Friends Seruants Wiues c. 50 An Act of liuely FAITH against all Saduces Epicures Atheists 51. An Act of Animaduersion that wee stumble not at the Prosperity of the Wicked 55 An Act for the Last Assise and finall Sentence and Execution of the Vngodly 57 An Act against Merit of Works 58.91.98 An Act against Works of Supererogation 58.91 An Act against the Children of Darknesse Murderers Adulterers Burglers c. 64 An Act against all greedie Wringers Wrongers Vsuters Opprestors 62.68 An Act of Meditation on the manifold Manifest Works of GOD mighty and maruelous 66.96.98 An Act of Inuincible Faith and PATIENCE 67 An Act against Tyrants Extortioners Rackers and all Vnrighteous and vnrelenting Rich. 62.68 An Act limitting Mans Wit and Industrie from th' illimitable Wisdom inimitable Works of GOD. 70.83 An Act against loose and idle Education of Youth 74 An Act against Wandring Wanton Eyes 77 An Act against Pride Vanity of all kindes 77 An Act against Cousenage Concupiscence Cruelty Briberie 77 An Act against Adulterie 77 An Act against impious and imperious Masters Mistresses 78 An Act against dilatorie Almners and solitarie Nabals 78 An Act against th'Vncharitie of our Dayes suffering so many Poore to die without Doores 7â— An Act against all Iniurie Inhumanity c. 7â— An Act against Auarice Infidelity Superstition Idolatry Sacriledge Surcuidry 7â— An Act against insulting ouer Miserie 8â— An Act against all maner of Extortion Cruelty 8â— An Act touching the right vse and happy issue of Afflictions 86.92.93.109 An Act of the proueness of Mercy toward the PeniteÌ„t 8â— An Act against empty idle FAITH 8â— An Act by implication against the Popes depriuing deprauing of Princes 8â— An Act conteining a Diuine Lecture of Naturall Phiâ—â—sophy 98. To the last Chapter which is the Last Act of This Holy PARLIAMENT WHose seueral Acts of sweet and souerain Vse To cherish Vertue and to check Abuse Too rough transcribed by too rude a hand For so high Statutes of the HOLY-LAND Are heer presented as fit Precedents Of sacred Rules for your High Parliaments By th'once least Moat in th'Vpper-Houses Sun Your Vnder-Clarke Vnworthily Vndon By ouer-trusting to a starting Bow-Yer-while too-strong to my poor Wrong Woe IOSVAH SYLVESTER IOB TRIVMPHANT in his Triall The Proëm A Solid Rock farre-seated in the Sea Where many Vessels haue been cast away Though blackest Storms of blustering Winds do threat Though boistrous Rage of roaring Billowes beat Though it be raake with Lightning with Thunder Though all at once assault and Each asunder With massie Bulk of it Selfes Marble Tower Still still repells th' ineuitable Stower And seemes still firmer and more permanent The more the Tempest hath been violent Right so the Faithfull in vvhose humble Brest Religious feare of GOD is deepe imprest What-euer Stroak of Fortune threat his State What-euer Danger him discommodate What-euer Mischiefe that betide him shall What-euer Losse what-euer Crosse befall Inflexible inuincible pursues The sacred Footings he did euer vse And aye more constant and confirm'd is He The more extream that his Afflictions be If any Spirit inspir'd with Holy-mood Carefully-curious of the Publike Good Would liuely limne â—h'immortall Excellence Of such a Pattern of such PATIENCE As neither Elements diâ—placed quight Nor enuious Starres nor angry Foes despight Nor all the Fiends insatiate Furie fell By fraud or force could euer quail or quell T were labour lost to fable Homer-like The strange long Voyage of a wily Greek The Paines the Perills and extream Disease That he endured both by Land and Seas Sith sacred Truthe's Heav'n prompted Books present In Constant IOB a worthier Argument Thou then Vrania to whom right belongs The sacred Confort of Celestiall Songs Tune Thou my Voyce Thou teach me to record Who did incite what did inuite the Lord With Miseries so rewfull and so rife So to disturb his quiet happy Life What haynous Sin what horrid high Offence The Almightie's Vengeance mought so deep incense â—r else what Cause what Obiect else might stir-it â—oiles there such Wrath in an impassiue Spirit But ô Presumption Why haue I begun Alas no Prophet neither Prophet's Sonne â—o Priest no Leuite nay no Israelite Such as Nathanael but a Cananite
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
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
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
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
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
blacker shade they finde 89 Gifts Honors Office Greatnes Grace of Kings Are but the Vshers of Aduersity For their last mischief haue the Emmets wings And height of Health betokens Sicknes me 90 Youth hath more Lures more Traps more Traiâ— to Iâ— Then Fouler Sins or Baits the Fisher-man Age would but cannot what it would fulfill Senex thou leau'st not Sin Sin leaues Thee than 91 Th' Eye tends to Bewty as the Centre of-it â—er the Eyes Heart and Affections drawe â—s hard to keep safe what so-many couet 〈◊〉 mens Desires Kings cannot keep in Awe 92 Good or Ill-hap that heer happens thee â—mes from Opinion which All-ruling seems â—nion makes vs Other then we be â—s not vnhappy who him happy deems 93 â—rom contrarie Effects is formed Sadnes â—h Smoak Smiles haue made the Eyes to water â—o sowe in Tears shall one day reap in Gladnes â—o sowe in Ioyes shall reap Annoys heerafter 94 â—s leaue out I and No in Conuersation â—rds now trans-posed and wax-nosed Both ROMES New Doctrine of Equiuocation â—ich giues a Lye the Credit of an Oath 95 â—riends now-adayes wake at the noise of Gain â—ees to Flowers as Crowes to Carion haste Flyes to Flesh as Birds and Ants to Grain Friends to Profit thickly flock and fast 96 Who reaues thine Honour scoffes if he presume T' haue don thee fauour that thy life hee left Why should the Bird liue hauing lost her Plume The rest is nothing when the Honor 's reft 97 Little sufficeth Life in th'vn-delicious The Sun for need may sometimes dresse our Victuâ— I blame alike the Cynik and Apicius This for his too-too-much That 's too-too-little 98 Too-oft is made too-ill Interpretation Of Word Deeds best meant built by Reason All 's euill to the Euill by Self-flation Whence Bees their Hony Spiders suck their Poisâ— 99 Happy the People where Iust-Gentle Prince-is Whose Sword is Iustice and whose Shield is Loue. For These Augustus Deified long-since-is And without These Kings Scepters maimed proâ— 100 Good-hap Good-heart Fauour and Labourâ— Bring Men to Riches and to Honors heer But that 's the Way about To be born Great Is great Aduantage Not to buy so deer FINIS HENRIE THE GREAT The Fourth of that Name LATE King of FRANCE NAVARRE HIS Tropheis and Tragedie Written By PIERE MATHIEV Translated Dedicated 〈◊〉 the Right Honorable WILLIAM Earle of Salisburie By Iosuah Sylvester To the Right Honorable WILLIAM CECILL Earle of Salisbury â—Esides the Bonds which did most Vowes engage To your deere Elders and besides the Due Which to your Selfe might iustly thence accrew apparant Vertues of Your April-age â—…leng'd of right This Poëms Patronage â—he rather sith we first receiu'd from you â—he speedy Notice no lesse quick than true HENRY'S Death through Hells dis-chained Rage saw this Sunne at his High-Noone-shine Set suddaine Clowd of his owne Royall Bloud Horrid Hap Who euer can forget 〈◊〉 Fate such Hate of one so Great so Good 〈◊〉 Iust Revenge roote out th' Ignatian Pack â—â—e Moules that moou'd in Faux and Rauaillac IOS SYL. THE â—â—opheis of the Vertues and Fortune of HENRIE the Great â—â—nce first Apollo lent the World his light And Earth empregned with his heatfull might â—pe hath seene no Potentate no Prince Parallel Great HENRâ—â—S excellence Terme no Time his fresh Renown shal shed â—er was King more dear neuer more dread â—oenix of Kings wonder of Christendome â—ng all past and without Peere to come Courage onely matcht His Clemencie should his Tomb to These Two equall be Spain France could not contain the same â—ch haue so often seen his feates of Fame â—s Life 's a lamp to Princes and a line â—rophey rear'd by Miracle diuine â—eater to all the Vertues built â—odly Garden with such plenty fild â—oisest fruits flowers that chusing there â—â—ndance troubles more then Want else-where The yeer that EDWARD in Great Brittain dy'd That France beyond the mountains Spain defi'd That Therwin walls were thundred to the ground That a faire flower our Royall Hymen Crownd I' th vvinter Solstice when the yeare is worn Within Pau Castle This young MARS was born Born for the Worlds Good as his Enterance Presag'd him then the HERCVLES of France To re-aduance her Lillies long decayd For as by chance bare-head abroad he playd At foure yeers old a Snake he finds kills At forty foiles the Hydra of our Ills. Nor was He bred in soft delicious wise Which forms young Spirits into the form of Vice His Grandsire vs'd him to all VVeathers Ire His Sauce was Labour Exercise his Fire His noble Heart did neuer ought inflame Saue Heauens desire th' Honour of the same Scarce fourteen times had he beheld the birth Of th' happy Planet which praesag'd his Worth Predominant in his Natitiall When he became an Armies Generall Whose hottest flame without Him was but fume Nor but by Him durst any good presume He purchast Peace the which eftsoones was staind â—â—th His Friends bloud his young soule constraind 〈◊〉 faine some Change of His Religion â—inseine Castle He was seaz'd vpon â—â—d to the Court confin'd where discontent 〈◊〉 Spirit droopes out of His Element Escaped thence with restlesse toyle He tends 〈◊〉 saue the Side of his Afflicted Fiends 〈◊〉 peace again he bringeth all in vre â—â—d Mounsieur's death doth well his Hopes assure 〈…〉 th' after Crown who but between him stood 〈◊〉 now was He the first Prince of the Blood Then from afarre he doth new Storms discry 〈◊〉 threat his fortune and his force to try 〈◊〉 meets the danger with vndaunted front 〈◊〉 in foure yeeres beares ten braue Armies brunt 〈◊〉 with the might of a great Monarch grac't Thereof at Contras he defeats the last â—t last the King to extreame Streights reduc't 〈◊〉 â—oubt of all and daring none to trust â—â—lores This Prince who rescues him from Tours â—â—h iust Reuenge had yer many houres 〈◊〉 humbled Paris to her Princes yoake 〈◊〉 for Saint Clements Paricidiall stroake After which stroak which all true French-men hate France sadly falls in a most wretched state VVho hath least Reason hath most Insolence VVho hath most Power hath least Obedience Nor Awe nor Law Disorder euery-where Good without hope and Wicked without feare Rebellion spaunes as fast as in the Spring Fruit-fretting vermine it doth Discord bring In Families dearth in Townes death in Field O! happy you who neuer daign'd to yeeld Vnto that Hagge but Loyall to the Crowne Haue left your Heires Heires of a true renowne Who counts the Cares that on a Crown doe wait As well may number Autumnes fruitful fraight And Flora's too Yet this great spirit of man Mid th'ebbs and flouds of This vast Ocean Seems a tall Ship which maugre Winds Waues In wished Hauen her her Burthen saues Hee 's neuer idle nor his Exercise Other than stands with princely offices MARS DIANA CVPID wait on Him Maugre his Losse hee alwaies gaines by Time Vnto Affaires his
Reuenge or Recompence â—mong the Alps her thundring Canons roare â—oud-browd Montmeilan flaunts vaunts the more â— stop her fury but in fine is fain â— rue her rashnesse and repent in vain God hastens his owne Work This Monarch marries â—yons Church the choice the Chief of Maries â—e Heauens delight our Lilies ornament â—e in one heart two louely Soules hath blent â—ence Peace is more confirm'd and Discord dasht â—â— by This knot many great Plots are quasht At Fountainbleau a Paradise for site She brought him forth his Dolphin his delight Whose tender youth giues happy hopes of Worth One Daughter also did she there bring forth And two Sons more Supporters of the Crowne Two daughters more Paris for birth doth owne His Clemency hath conquered Rebels rage Made of dis-loyall loyall Vassalage Yea forced Wills by Pardons and by Grace The proof whereof is writ in euery place Through all the Townes of France both great sâ— Where for Reuenge Reward was daign'd to all Once only once his Mercy admirable VVas deafe to Biron and inexorable Sith when he might his hault despight would none I wonder not to see that Myrmidon In the Bastile a shamefull death to beare But This I wonder that he would come there Of factious spirits of close deep hearts and doâ— Whose Life is strife whose Rest is best in trouble He knowes the drifts knowen dissolues the samâ— As fast as fire melts Lead within the flame His voyce alone as Dust cast vp aloft Breakes Hornets buzzing and their swarming ofâ— Discord disturbing holy Churches rest â—ixt Rome and Venice did debates suggest â—â—bition set in foote fore-sweld with hope â— bridle both the Senate and the Pope â—h prest to fight His Prudence reconcil'd â—â—eir Difference and did their mindes remil'd â—e relisht now the harmless Sweets of Peace â—illing his People should partake no lesse â— yet some-where he feeles a Thorne to prick â— pluck it out he armes and marches quick â— to the Frontier There attaines his will â—dome so fitly takes her Season still â—ou Nations that for fortie yeeres haue seen â—LONA'S Tempests felt MARS his Teen â— for your Liberties haue pawnd your Liues â—ely now you ioy your Wealth your Wiues â—w your Trades into the East you bring â—er Heauens Kingdom onely thank This King â—heapt with Honors This braue King is loath â—his braue Knights effeminiz'd by Sloath Games Dames during so long a Peace â—d still lye still in Citties pomp and ease â—efore he rears an Army strongly dight â—lich's Claim his wronged friends to right A noble Prince whose Prowes Prudence late Buda admir'd and Rome hath wondred-at The Honor of His Time was Generall So stoard with Gold with Guns with Arms with all That neighbor Princes all were in alarm Yet Them This Thunder brought more feare then harm Fearless it marches respectless threats What-euer Log its ready Passage lets Gesture and voice already skirmishing And vnder Conduct of so braue a King Great-Britaines Germans Switzers Belgians Serue all the Greatnes of the Crown of France Els-where the while The Duke that rules the Alp Seemd t' haue his heart no more beyond the Calpes Braue noble heart Saxonically-French Fuentez affraid with shoulder-shrinking wrench Doubts lest that Milan stoop to France againe And CHARLES prouoked proue the Scourge of Spâ— Heau'ns now to Crown his Tropheis had set down That at Saint Denis he his Queen should Crown VVith royall Diadem and in one Day The State the Maiesty of France display Nothing but Great but great Magnificence But MARIES Grace excell'd all Excellence HEnce hence false Pleasures momentary Ioyes Mock vs no more with your illuding Toyes â—trange Mishap hatched in Hell below â—th plung'd vs all in deepest Gulfe of Woe â—ught vs that all Worlds-hopes as Dreams do fly â—d made vs all Cry All is Vanitie â—our houres froÌ„ Noon forth froÌ„ the Louure rode â—is mighty Prince without his Gard abroad 〈◊〉 see His Arcenall To his Caroche â— streight Lane a Hell-hound durst approche â— with a Knife twice stabbing kill'd him quite â—ning that fairest Day to foulest Night â—wice did the Monster stab for else the first â— not been mortall but the Knife accurst â—illing his Lungs cut at the second stroake â—artereal vein whose bloud-floud soon did choak â—peerless Prince His dying Eyes Hart â—oring Heauen soone did his Soule depart â—ell Tyger tell vs tell vs Why or Whence â—u durst accurst assault so Great a Prince â—rein had He to Thee or Thine done wrong â— once yer this Thou didst too neer him throng Gard rebuk't thee but He Them for That â—'d That Thy Malice His Murderous fate Fates ruthless Law allots his royall brest To die the death that CAESAR thought the best Death without sense of death a death so quick It sildome leaues Kings leisure to be sick Nor giues Him leaue of his sixt Decads date To fill the Roule but seauen six Months did bate He He that was the Hope the Prop of His He that restored France to what it is He that confin'd the Power of Princes still He that Commanded Victory at will That was the Worlds delight Kings glory sheen He He receiues Deaths treacherous stroak vnseen Th' vnhappy street where This fell Hap fel-out Where wofull Paris saw her Light put out VVhere cursed Iron pierc't her Princes hart In shall no more be clept The Iron-mart It shall be call'd The cursed Corner still The Hag-street or The Hell-street which you will Lord where wert Thou When That disloiall wreâ—â—â—… With cruell hand did Thine Anointed reach Quenching the Raies of Royall Maiestie No heart is hid from thine All-piercing Eye It sees the Centre knows the thoughts yet thoughâ— Could it see This and suffer it be wrought Hell oft before out of his black Abyss â—d spew'd vp Monsters to haue acted This â—t still thy hand from former wounds did ward â—d had he not still trusted to Thy Gard 〈◊〉 Owne had waited Round about his Coach â—d This fell Tyger neuer should approach These Words these rasher Words escapt my tong â—en I beheld That Monarch layd along â—d on his Bed so dead so butchered â—med Heauens Whispering soft I said â—use They stopt not This strange Hap before â—ir sluÌ„bring eyes now watch the World no more â—t are mine eyes mine own Is This That Prince â—ch might haue made all Europe His long since â—he not thought th' Empire of France enough 〈◊〉 Lion-heart that Courage Cannon-proofe â—ich did so oft Impossibles atchieue â—is He yet scarce my sight beleeue This That Mighty King Gods liuely Image â—hom the greatest in the World did Homage â—ce a Doue in Warre an Aegle quick â—TOR in Court in Camp ACHILLES-like 〈◊〉 with a hundred horse a thousand foil'd â—rom most Dangers neuer yet recoil'd Great Rome was strangely maz'd and all a-mort When She beheld her CAESAR'S bloody shirt And say Great Citty how wert Thou dismaid When first thou saw'st Thine HENRY
sadly layd Along his Coach couered with a Cloak I thought the Prop of all my Fortunes broak Those that haue seen in Townes surpris'd whilâ— yâ— When to the Churches All haue fled for fear May well imagine Paris deepe Affright Nothing but shiuering Nobles armed bright Clergy at Prayers People weep and houle And HENRY's wound hath wounded euery Soulâ— Paris in Honour of her peerless Queen Had plotted Showes more pompous neuer seen As rich to th' outward rare to th' inward sense But all those Archs Marks of Magnificence Those Tropheis Terms Statues Colosses All Make but more Mourners at the Funerall I yeeld My Pensill help APELLES heere To Limn to life Her dying-liuing Cheere Beleefe is hardly in Mans heart imprest Her Griefe more hard to be by Art exprest Therfore ô Queen Great Stay Great Star of 〈◊〉 This Veile I draw before Thy Countenance HeaueÌ„ steel'd Thy Hart with Fortitude That Day â—â—y Courage kept the Kingdom from Decay â—nd to the Throne Thy Son our Soueraign heft â—â—ough angry Fates of Father him bereft â—t Mercifull they left him such a Mother â—â—at France could hardly haue been rul'd by other The suddain Clap of This drad Thunder sounds â—om Alexander's to Alcides Bounds â—he Kings and Princes stand amazed all â—th horror of an Act so Tragicall â—me Rest forsake others Repast forbeare â—d Each like Fortune to himselfe doth feare So suddainly to see Day turn'd to Night â—â—â—umphant Palmes into Funerall Plight â—â—e Royall Crown to a deep Mourning Vale â—iuing King to a dead Corps pale â—â—r Flowers to Thorns seem Tricks of Sorcery â—erein Conceit consents not with our Eye Yes He is dead and his eye-lids no more â— view this Light shall open as before â—â—ose louely Eyes the Load-starrs of the Court â—â—ose gracious glances on the Worthy sort â—e Vertue vigor and Whose awefull frowne â— dared Vice are now Eclipst and downe Where are those ready Battaile-ranging Hands Those lightning Eyes whose wrath no wall withstand That Voice so dreadful to the stoutest harts That Heart which wrought so many wondrous paâ— That piercing Wit dispersing Clowds of Doubt VVhere is that mighty King so Fam'd about Inexorable Death inhumane cruell Thou shalt no more reaue vs so rare a Iewell Nature hath broke the Mould she made Him in In all thy Triumph trayling euery Kin Shal neuer march His Match nor worthier Prince T' haue been exempted from thine Insolence Ah! poore weak Vertue zealous Loue of Thee Prolongs not Life protracts not Death I see This Prince that gaue Thee eueÌ„ his Hart for TeÌ„plâ— This Prince whose Raign shal serue for rare Exempâ— To future Kings in future Things dismaid Should haue come sooner or haue later stayd His Pietie was neither Fond nor Faind His Prowesse neither Feare nor Rashnes staind His Prudence clear'd his CouÌ„cells steerd his State His Temperance his Wrath did temperate His Iustice with his Clemencie did Yoake Yet could not All free Him from Fatall stroake Inuincible in all only the Darts Which haue not spar'd the Gods immortall harts â—aue often batterd His but by your leaues â— fairest Bewties Bewtie it self deceiues â—ou neuer were the Souerains of his brest â—e You perhaps You neuer Him possest â—â—u Arms-Art what He knew not none can know 't â—either attempt what He attempted not â—eason was aye the Aime of His designes â—is braue Exploits worthie immortall lines â— all furnish Theam to Thousand learned Clarks â—hose Works shal Honor Him He more their Warks His Royall Gests are euery-where extold â—rauen Carued Cast in Marble Wood Gold â—s Life alone 's an History admir'd â—herein all Pens all Pencills shall be tir'd â— pourtraying all His valiant Fears to-forn â—hose Tables euer shall all Courts adorn His Bounties Temple had a hard Accesse â—ot known to any but to Worthinesse â—at Gate indeed did seldom open quick â—s Liberality coy Bewty-like â—u'd to be woo'd prest and importun'd still â—a forc't to giue what glad and fain she will Yet by th' effects to waigh his Clemencie Me thinks His Heart must more then humane be Me thinks therein some higher Power did shine It surely seem'd celestiall and diuine And but I saw him dying pale and wan I could haue scarce beleeu'd This Prince a Man He euer lou'd rather to saue then spill Not cementing his Throne with Blood with Ill Nor ween'd by Feare his Diadem assur'd With mildenes rather grieued minds he cur'd His Memory did neuer wrongs retain Beloued Kings He thought securest raign Praise you his Bounty you that past the Poles Beare Heauens Embassage to Belief-less Soules HENRY restor'd your Countrey and your Credit He gaue you leaue ouer all France to spred it Restor'd you Bizance and each pleasant part Left you his Court bequeath'd to you his Heart If France now flourish proyning round about Oliues within and Lawrels all with-out If now She giue the Law to other States If Peace and Plenty raigne within her Gates If now She feare no Ciuill Storms again These are the fruits of This Great HENRY's Raigâ— If now Her Schooles with learned men abound Her rare wits be through the World renownd â— doubts of Faith be cleared and explor'd â— Learning be to her due Place restor'd â— now Desert the Charge in Church attain â—hese are the Fruits of This Great HENRY's Raign If now her Buildings passe for bewty farre â—he Worlds old Wonders which so famous are â— Paris Thou be peerlesse to behold â—or State for Store for People Goods Gold â— in thy Citie Cities sprout again â—hese are the Fruits of This Great HENRY's Raign If the French Scepter be now Self-entire â—ear-less of Forain or Domestick fire â— France haue Fellowes of ACHILLES Fame â—f now in France be nothing out of frame â—f now the Indies her Bastile containe These are the Fruits of this Great HENRY's Raign If now we ioy to see our Countrey free â—rom Theeues and Rebels which exiled be â—f Iustice now doe keep the lewd in awe â—f Desperate Duels be now curbd by Lawe â—f now the Weak waigh not the Strongs disdain These are the Fruits of This Great HENRY's Raign If Merchants rich If Magistrates be sound If Officers like Emperors abound If Pursie Lawyers liue Prince-like at home If now Inuentions to their height be come If now good wits find where them to sustaine These are the fruits of This Great HENRY's Raigne Who lou'd not Him neuer beheld his browes Who knew his Fortunes must admire his Prowes Who feard him not His greatnes did offend Who weend Him to beguile his Wisdom kend Who durst displease Him knew his mercies store Who durst not speak his mildnes did ignore Who waileth not his Death knew not his Life Glory of His and Others Enuie rife Incomparable Admirable Prince Excelling all th' old HEROES Excellence For His true Story shall their Fables shame Inimitable Life Illimitable Fame O French-men stop not yet your weeping flood This Prince for you hath lauisht oft
shame In heav'nly Annals are his Acts inrold His Royall Gests are yet in Asia told In Affrike yet his Valour is renownd Through Europe euer shall his Vertues sound And euery-where Ninth LEWIS Great in Fame Seems not a Man's but very VERTVES Name Neuer did Faith Honor Vprightnes raign With Constancie in Soule of SOVERAIN More pious-giuen more fearing-God more Foeâ— To Idol-Rites Religion's ouerthrowe 〈◊〉 more desirous Vertue to preferre â—propagate CHRIST's Kingdom euery-where â—oot-out Vice to raze Idolatry â— raise the Trophies of TRVTH's Victory â—rning with this Desire his best Delight Affrike twice He Crossed Standards pight â—old his Life vnto the chance of War â—ea and Land aduentur'd oft and far â—re seeking Death at last He Durance fand â—in a faith-less loue-less law-less Land â—ere Hee as Gain as to raign did take â—erue suffer for his Sauiours sake â—t all the Battaills won and lost to sing â—ad atchieued by this Valiant King Sack of Damiete the bloudy Spoile â—arazens both on the Shores of Nile â— of the Sea thrice strewed as it were â— Carcases of Pagans slaughtered there Siege of Cairo when braue Victorie â—nd all in Black for His Captiuitie â—acred Terror Maiestike Grace â—h from aboue shin'd in his eyes Face â—n two Turk-Traitors with their Swords in grain â— with the bloud of their late Souldan slain Comming to kill him felt with strange remorse Their furie feebled by a secret force From murderous fists letting their weapons fall When they beheld his face maiesticall His Lybian iourney when to Carthage tho This Champion seemd another Scipio Th' honor he won at Tunis where he crownd His Life Fortunes euermore renownd In briefe to vndertake to tell at large All his Exployts were a more waighty Charge Then can the powers of my weak Soule support And such a Web to weaue in worthy sort Behoues the hand of a more happy Wit Both waâ—p and woofe with golden Threds to fit I therefore quitting th'hopefull Arrogance Sprung from ignoring of our Ignorance Shall thinke My Labour crownd sufficient If this my speaking Pensil Phoebus lent To colour Verses can but duly lim Least-glittering Raies that shin'd with Praise in Hâ— Leauing therefore His Wars discourse to Thoâ— Whose buskind Muse Bellona's march out-goes Whose Numbers thunder whose stile distills Fresh drops of Death from their heroïck Quills â—fty straines as grauely brauely-bold â—owely sound his Laurels less extold â—h He at Peace won in his War with Vices â— happy Toile in holy Exercises â— as I cannot His high Prowes express â—h-less can I with silent Slothfulness â—er Obliuion's rustie keyes conceale â— wondrous Care the right religious Zeale â—h from his Youth ay in his heart had burn'd â—ee The seen House of the Lord adornd â—n this Vertue none hath neer Him come â—l the Kings haue raignd in Christendome â— for We owe to Him the Monuments â—h with his bloud Our Sauiour's Patience â—d in his Passion whose Sight as yet â—es godly Soules in sad-glad sacred Fit â—or abhorring Shepheards bad blind â—ious Care boyld in his zealous Minde â—urn'd his Soule 's soule with a hot desire â— in the Church-Ship none to Charge aspire â—ilfull faithfull carefull Mariners â— apt for all Affaires of Hers â—e holy Labors in couragious sort â—e all Storms may steer into the Port. Deuoured of this Zeale and dreading aye Least He be charged at the latter Day By th' onely Iudge with Vice Ignorance Of those he chose through all the Folds of France To Feed the Flocks vnder his Power ally'd When 's royall office bound him to prouide With wondrous Care did he their liues explore Who-euer had commended them before And neuer gaue he the supreme Degrees Th' Ecclesiastik sacred Dignities But vnto Those whose Life Learning too Were Eminent both to direct and doo To feed as Shepheards as a Watch to Ward To heale the Sick Sound from the Wolf to gard And carefull Stewards in due time to break The Bread of Life both to the strong and weak Not Those whose Eyes deep vaild with Ignorance Or Knowledge stain'd with Sinnes Exorbitance Made like th' old woodden Mercuries erect In publik Wayes the Passage to direct Who with their finger the Right Path did point But with their foote could neuer moue a ioynt How how should Those for Guide Lanternâ— To th' Ignorance of People prone to swerue â—se Ignorance deuoid of Learnings Light â—ot discerne from crooked Waies the right How can Those foule Sin-sick Soules recure â—oÌ„ Patterns more then Precepts would allure â—se Eloquence whose excellence of Wit â—s their Well-saying by Ill-dooing it â—e what they Preach in Practice they denie â—y their Deeds giue their own Words the Lie â—ither the Learned of true Vertue void â—er the Vertuous without Learning's aide â—n the Flock of CHRIST's Redeemed deere â—th'holy Sheep hooks sacred Burthen heere â— that Success which should be wisht by Them â—eek the glory of Ierusalem â—ing and Vertue must together match â— sacred Flocks dulie to Weeld and Watch â—'s their pain who do not lead but driue â—ing like Shepheards while like Wolues they liue â—his good Prince and that same very Thought â— from his hart this holy Speech had brought â—ht forth th' effect He did so thirst to see â— flourish and through th'Industrie â—ourers diuinely Willd and Skilld â—s holy Vine-yard trulie duly tilld Nor was His Care lesse nor much lesse his Zeaâ— Of Lawes support Props of the Publik-Weal So strict he was so precise in Choise Of Those not waighd but by their Merits poize Whom arming with his Sword as Delegates Hee sent amid the Rank of Magistrates Garnisht with Vertues grac't with Learning fit On bright Astréas sacred Thrones to sit His Predecessors winking at the Crimes Or else constraind with Mischiefe of their Times All giuen to Gain greedy of Gold had made Of Offices a miserable Trade Neuer regarding that they set withall Both Innocence Honor Right to-sale Sold to th' insatiate Licence as they please To pill the People vnder showes of Ease And let the Knaue with his full Purse preuent The known long Merit of the Excellent Hee seeing This Abuse to ope the Gate To all Iniustice to confound a State The Guiltie quit the Innocent condemnd Wrong countenanc't Right rated or contemnd And onely Fauour vnder fained Gowne O're-ruling Iudgements Equitie put-downe â—e in Courts vsing her Balance bright â—aight the Parties Money not their Right Ignorance in Dignities supreame â—ing their sacred Chayres with Wrongs extream â—ng too-shame-less too-vnconscionable â—t Shee vnworthy bought vnreasonable â—g in briefe his Realmes neere Ieopardie â— strength of Lawes turnd to meer Robberie â—rant Thefts with Warrant vnder-handed â—onely not condemned but commanded â—e as his Valor quelling all his Foen â—et him quiet on his Fathers Throne â—anisht quite This sad Confusions Cause â— fatal Death of Letters of Lawes â—rding to our Sauiours blest Example â— angry chas't the Chapmen forth
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
captiue France releast May now the Clergie ingenuously confess God on Thy Side giuing Thy Right Success Crowning Thy Vertues with sacred Oyle Of his own Spirit anointing Thee the while May now in briefe All Frenchmen say sing Thou art Thou ought'st Thou only canst be King But ô some Gangrene Plague or Leprosie O're-spreads vs all a Brand of Mutinie Barnes France to Ashes And but Thou vnidle Bear'st-vp so hard this stumbling Kingdoms Bridle Our State yerst honor'd where the Sun doth rise Would flie in Sparks or die in Atomies Priests strike the Fire the Nobles blow the Coale Of this Consumption People peeuish whole Pleasd with the Blaze do wretched-witched Elves For fuell fooles cast-in their willing Selues O Clergy mindless of your Cure and Coat Becomes it you to cut your Princes throat To kill your King Who in the Wombe of kin To Thousand Kings that Office did begin Who for Your Law Your Altars Your Honors Hath ventur'd oft his blood in many manners Who as deuout to Rome as any Man Fear'd most your roring Bulls of Vatican And canonize amid the sacred Roule Of glorious Saints a Patricidiall Soule Whose bloody hand had stabd with baneful knife The Lords Anointed Him rest of life Ignoble Nobles see You not alas Your King supplanting you your Selues abasse And while you raze this Royall Monarchie You madlie raise a monstrous Anarchie A Chaos rude still whetting day and night Against your Selues the Peoples proud Despight Who hate the Vertuous haue onely Hope T' ensue the Switzers too-rebellious Scope And Thou fond People Who before a Father A wise iust King a valiant Monarch rather Tak'st hundred Tyrants who with tushes fell Will suck thy marrow out crack thy shell To whom the Gold from India's bowels brought Or mid the Sands of shining Tagus sought Seems not so good as doth the Gold they fet From out thy Womb or what thy Tears shall wet No no the French or Deafe or Lethargik Feele not their danger though thus deadly Sick Or if they liue and feele they frantik arm Against their Leach that fain would cure their harm Applying many sound-sweet Medcines fit But They the more increase their furious Fit Yet Courage HENRY six thy Thoughts heeron Pursue braue Prince thy Cure so well begun And sith so little gentle Plaisters thriue Let it be launc't lay-on the Corrosiue Câ—oke me This Hydra whence such MoÌ„sters sprout And with thy Famâ— fill me the World about Follow thy Fortâ—â—e Hills most lofty-browd Stoop to thy Steps swift Riuers swelling proud Dry-vp before thee Armies full of Boast Like Vapoâ—s vanish at Thy sight almost Yea at thy Name alone the strongest Wall And mâ—ssâ—â—st Towrs shake as affraid fall But yet My Liege beware how Thou expose Thy blood so oft among thy bloody Foes Be not too-lauish of thy Life but waigh That Our Good-Hap on Thine dependeth aye But if Thou light regard This lowe Request Of Thy Fames Trumpet list how France at least Presents her to thee not as Once Shee was When Baltik Seas within Her bounds did pass When Nile Euphrate as Her Vnder-Realms Through fruitful Plains rould tributary streams When to proud Spanyards Shee did Kings allow And to Her Lawes imperiall ROME did bow But lean lank bleak weak all too-torn And in a Gulfe of Miseries forlorn Deer Son saith She nay My Defender rather My Staff my Stay my second-founding Father For Grief and Furie I should desperate die I should Selfe stab-mee I should shamefully Stop mine own breath to stint these Cares of mine Wert Thou not Mine my Liege were I not Thine Therfore deer Spouse be of thy Life less lauish Let not My Lord Fames greedy Thirst so rauish Thy dauntless Courage into Dangers need-less Nor too-too-hardy hazard Thee so heed-less A braue great Monarch in Youths heat behoues Once twise or thrise to shew Courageous proues For Prowesse is bright Honors brauest Gate Yea the first Step whereby the Fortunate Climbe Glorie's Mount nothing more in briefe Fires Souldiers Valor then a Valiant Chiefe But afterward he must more warie vvar And with his Wit ofter then Weapon far His spirits contenting with the pleasing-paine Noâ— of a Souldier but Soueraign◠〈…〉 My Soâ— too often hath thine own hand dealt Too-many Blowes which thousands yerst haue felt My Liege too-often hast Thou toyled Thee For Honors Prize braue Prince My Victory Not in thine Arms streÌ„gth but â—hy Yeers length lies Thy Life my Life Thy Death my Death implies If Thou thy Self neglect respect Me though At least some Pittie to thy Country showe Weigh weigh my sad plight if vntimely Death Should ô vntimely reaue My HENRY's breath Euen like a widow-Ship her Pilot lost Her Rudder broke in ragefull Tempest tost Against the horned Rocks or horrid Banks Hoaring the Shore with her dispersed Planks But if too-much Heart of thy life too-careless Too-soone expose thee not to Sisters-spareless I hope to flourish more then e'r in Arts Wealth Honors Manners Vertues Valiant hearts â—ligion Lawes and Thy iust Raign at rest 〈◊〉 Happinesse shall match AVGVSTVS Best FINIS â—ONOR's FARWEL To Her Honorable Frends Or The LADIE HAY's Last Will Copied By a Well-willer in WAKEFVL DREAM Dedicated TO Her R. Honorable Executors TO My Reuerend Friend M r. Doctor Hall NOne should but Thou This Ladies death be grieving None knew so well the Vertues of her life Death 's robd of Her death by Thy labours rife By Thee is Shee in Heav'n Earth still liuing Heav'n by hearing through Thee belieuing Th' eternall Word which taught Her Holy strife Gainst Hell Sin and as becomes a Wife Peace with her Spouse him due Obedience giuing Earth for acting in so gracious measure The twice preacht Lectures of thy Life Tongue Alms Meeknes Mildnes towards Old Young 〈◊〉 giuing wrongs forgetting all Displeasure O happy Seed that fell in such a Ground And happy Soile that such a Seed-man found I. S. TO The Right Honourable Executors Overseers EDWARD Lord Denny IAMES Lord Hay MARY Lady Denny â—â—om Gratitude From Dutie From Affection â—o You my Lords Your HONOR Your Name â—â—â—hout Offence without Mis-sense or Blame â—…iue conceiue consider THIS DIRECTION â—â—â—INST th' Excess the Rage the Insurrection â—ears of Sighs of Sorrowes FOR THIS DAME â—EAD WHO LIVES in Soule in Seed in Fame â—RING Breth Life Strength To THIS COLLECTIOÌ„ 〈◊〉 aimed meant FOR quick kind keen CORRECTIOÌ„ â—en of Minds of Manners OVT OF FRAME â—ie Court Country ALL TOO-BLAME â—gh Sin 's throgh Satan's throgh our Selues INFECTION â—n Vow Som Verse Som Monument To HONOR â—ought I ought and Thus I Dreamed on-Her I. S. HONOR'S FAREWELL FRom Man-Gods Birth the Scale of Earth to Heau'n Th' Yeer twice Eight hundred twice single Seau'n â—midst the Month which Second Caesar names â—on the Day which Diane weekely clames â—bout the Howre that golden Morpheus vses â—hantastikly to feast perplexed Muses â—hile