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A08212 Acolastus his after-witte. By S.N. Nicholson, Samuel, fl. 1600-1602. 1600 (1600) STC 18546; ESTC S110167 24,028 68

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ACOLASTVS HIS AFTER-WITTE By S. N. Semel insaniuimus omnes AT LONDON Imprinted for Iohn Baylie and are to be sold at his shop neere the little North-doore of Paules Church 1600. To his deare Achates Master Richard Warburton MAruaile you may at the bolde approach of these my vnblushing lines the first borne of my barren inuention who begotten in my anticke age now steps into the world to seeke some worthie Godfather but certes if you weigh the inducing motiues whose all-iust respect perswading oratorie tempted my triuiall muse to this presumption I dare before hand seale my selfe a pardon and promise gracious acceptance to this my poore Orphant in your bosome I hope you shall finde him ready to acknowledge you before the world not for his owne sake alone but for mine also who confesse my selfe so much indebted to your loue as me thinkes I can neuer declare it sufficiently till thus the world be witnes to it Your due Samuel Nicholson ACOLASTVS HIS AFTER-WIT Eubulus Acolastus Eub. GRase on deare Flocks tend your blessed feeding While your sad Master wofull and forlorne In his poore Lambes a pensiue lesson reading With Sin-bred sorrow hayles the weeping morne The morne who sampling men their sinnes to rue Hath washt earths motley face in weeping dewe Faire Queene Aurora Beautie of the East What vncouth chance thy wonted cheere hath blent Whose blithsome vp-rise makes Nights prisoners blest And greets their waking harts with sweet content What spite hath rob'd thee of thy golden rayes The mild fore-runners of our Sommer dayes O may it be the Heauen-threatning deeds Of Earth-bred Gyants Adams sinfull brood Thus gars thee maske in mal-contented weeds Drowning the daies light in a mistie moode What makes Heauens weep thee lowre and earth to grone T' is men haue sinn'd oh let them learne to mone O bottomles benignitie of God In schooling his poore sheepe from wanton gates Stead of Reuenge he doth but shew the rod He loues our saftie while our sinnes he hates See see O man thine euerlasting shame All creatures rue the rigour of thy blame The brazen heauens conspire against our good Wreathing their watry browes in cloudes of raine The earth denies to nurse her wicked brood Wishing all flesh within her wombe againe All creatures crie vpon vs for offending And will not cease till we professe amending The seruants rating should rebuke the sonne A wise man schooles himselfe by others follie With the dumbe creatures Iustice hath begunne Gods fire is fierce yet with the flame we dallie Our turne is next Wrath beateth on our shoares Death and destruction linger at our doores Our neighbour countries burne in ciuill fire And Nero-like warme vs by the flame Securitie that false-suggesting lier So maskes our eyes we doe not feare our game Till we haue proued with too deare a price That to our chance their Fortune casts the dice. We of all people once that were the pelfe Thrust in a frozen corner of the North Almightie Ioue hath chosen to himselfe And made vs famous ouer all the earth Crowning our Land with Plenty and with peace For nothing hinders when the Lord will blesse Frost-bitten snakes the Lord tooke pittie on vs Warming our Clymat with his Sunne of grace And more to powre his blessings downe vpon vs Makes vs triumphant in our foes disgrace That all our Neighbours in amazement stand To see heauens rayne downe graces on our Land But O friend-losing base ingratitude Blacke lothsome ditch where all desert is drownd What doth Gods deepe benignitie allude But that we should be thankfull to the ground The ground the roote the fountaine of our blisse For God the founder of each blessing is But Serpent-like we sting his blessed name And staine Gods honour by the filth of sinning Our wicked liues are now the very same They were when as our light was young beginning Our liues said I oh t' is my sinnes O God That merit beating with thine yron-rod In the May moneth of my blooming yeares Liuing in pleasures ease and hearts content Now am I forced to lament with teares Contempt of dutie and my time mispent O thou from whom repentant humours grow Raise in mine eyes an euerlasting flowe Thou broughtest fountaines forth a stony rocke Manna from Heauen Quailes came with a wind O teach me how to seeke to aske to knocke Let frailtie fauour sorrowes succour find Teach me to spend the remnant of my dayes In sinnes rebuke and thine eternall prayse Although the Aprill of my dayes be spent In seruice of the world flesh and deuill And though my antick-age was freely lent To the committing of accursed euill Yet let oh let an old mans sacrifize Obtaine some fauour in thy gracious eyes Thou callest some at morning some at noone These beare the heate and burthen of the day And some thou call'st when toyling time is done Yet giuest them all an equall parted pay Bidding them rest contented with their lot Since not desert but Mercie paies the shot Thou gau'st Repentance to the dying Theefe Pronouncing him true heire of Paradice His teares obtained pardon through beleefe Of frozen Conscience for to thawe the yce Thou badst him laugh at death though it did paine him Abrahams sweet bosom straight should entertain him Vpon these presidents though not presuming With prostrate heart and eleuated hands The heauie burthen of my hearts griefe tuning Before thy throne where Truth and Mercy stands I boldly come to beg my soules release And reconcilement to thy blessed peace Forget my God the folly of my youth How I misled haue led my doting daies How spitefully I spurned at thy truth And skorn'd to set my footing in thy waies In this thy Mercy shall appeare much greater For pardoning him that was so deepe a debter Thou that didst once remoue so many deuils From Magdalen the penitent offender Roote out of me a legion of euils And I proportionable praise will render Worke in me Lord and heare my poore request Then will I dare the most and vow the best And for O Lord one right-conceiued thought Comes not in compasse of my poore election But that my words and workes and all are naught Safe-conduct me this day by thy direction That for my youth-bred follies gone and past My Teares may make attonement now at last Acolast Come pining Cares betroth'd to Discontent Heart-killing griefs sad sighes come dwell with me Helpe with your teares my fountaines of lament Least ere my sorrowes cease they dried be If weeping dewe be wanting to my woe My heart will bleede euen to supplie their flowe Affections Thrall Afflictions Slaue I am O cursed life led captiue in this sort Dame Fancies foole and Fortunes chiefest game Which vnto each assault yeeld Reasons for t O vnaduised Treason-working eyes You are the cause my life in passion dyes So long I warm'd my selfe by Beauties fire Deeming it dead much like a painted flame Till secretly I burnd in hot desire And grew to
groome Whose climing thoughts at last will breake their necke God lieue my hate might helpe to build thy tombe And I suruiue to triumph on thy wracke That when the world shall see thy loue disgraced Men may beware of loue too highly placed What wanton marke of loose immodestie Could'st thou decipher in me all this while Dar'st thou presume to touch a deitie Before she grace thee with a yeelding smile thought Poore foole what starres bewitch thy wretched To fancie her that sets thee so at nought Thou seest my bodie straight as Cedar tree That fames the woods of rich Arabia My browes embost with heauens rich Heraldree Tables containing Beauties perfect lawe Mine eyes two twinkling stars whose piercing raies Haue power to dim the brightest summer daies My face the Sunne-enlightning beauties skye Whose charmefull spels the proudest can controule Loues Adamant to euery wandring eye That like a Syren can inchant the soule The shop where Nature sets her art to showe Where crimson Roses sleepe in beds of snowe Poore foolish flie why plaist thou with the flame Looke not on beautie for it soone will burne thee Shun shun the thought which may procure thy shame The fire once kindled t' is too late to turne thee I am mild Venus mongst gentilitie But fierce Medusa to thy baser eye Thy birth too base for me to beare thy name Thy person nothing hath that may commend thee Thy liuing will not let thee play such game Thy threed-bare loue full little can befriend thee Renounce thy suite roote out these fancies straight Thou art no Atlas for so great a waight Or else in sight of heauen I here protest I loue thee so to liue thy foe till death For could one kinde looke euer make thee blest First would I forced be to yeeld my breath The more thy loue the greater is thy paine I will not stay to heare thee speake againe With this she left the Melancholy place This fatall groue the bed of mine vnrest And backe vnto her fellowes hies a pace Leauing me prostrate heauily distrest Looke how a bright starre shooteth in the night So fast she fled and vanisht from my sight Farewell quoth I sweet Saint of puritie Wonder of women and the worlds admire More was I speaking but it would not be Griefe stopt my dumbe tongue with too much desire That I was forste to sigh insteede of speaking As if my swolne heart were already breaking Then brake th'vnchannel'd issue of mine eyes My teares gaue vent vnto my tired soule Who breath'd hot sighes like lightning from the skye Such is Desire which no man can controule And pining griefe still thinkes it treble wrong When heart is barr'd the aydance of the tongue Thus as a man laid speechles in a traunce Or one resembling deaths anatomie The birds in silence wondring at my chaunce Abruptly ceast their busie harmonie Till some propitious powre to ease my paine Restor'd my sense and thus I cri'd amaine O quis te nostris oculis pulcherrima Virgo Obiecit Deus visam te protinus idem Eripuit nobis saeuo vt consumerer igni Illa meo nunquam facies de pectore abibit Illam vos etiam mecum discetis amare Intonsi montes vos vmbriferae conualles Siue greges inter captabo frigus auram Flumina seu propter salices in valle putabo Aut agitans instabo aliud quodcunque tibi ante Carmina pauca canam te pectore suspirabo Toto vnam te corde priùs dediscet amare Gramina ouis nemora alta ferae vaga flumina pisces Quàm tua de nostris vellatur cura medullis O decus atque animi nostri pergrata voluptas I lookt about if any would replie Griefe best is pleasde with partners in his plaining The Damsell gone I saw no creature nye Saue trees and stones which could not know my meaning To whom shrill Eccho in pittie of my paine Records my woes and tels them o're againe And now the night with darkenes ouer-spred Had drawne her sable curtaines ore the earth And from her cole-blacke melancholy bed Sent foggie mists and filthie vapours foorth When home I went poore haples and forlorne Cursing the day that euer I was borne O blacke Despaire foule lot of faithfull Loue Blasting our hopes ere they begin to bud Whose dogged nature pittie cannot moue Nor ought can pacifie but humane blood A thousand times thou end'st a wretched life Which liues againe to pine in further strife The Nimphes and Satyrs in their ayrie bowres Dansed their Chorus but it would not please me No pastures walkes nor wreath of sweetest flowres No flocks no friends nor no delight could ease me Her doome is past intreatie could not stay it I owe Despaire a death and I must pay it This plot this place this melancholy groue I singled out to lay my Cares to sleepe To end my life and with my life my loue Pitty not me sweet friend forbeare to weepe Death chang'd to life I neuer shall repent That life is dead that liues in discontent Eub The weary Sunne now settles in the West And time permits not speake what I was ment This night I purpose thou shalt be my guest I 'le tell thee things perhaps to thy content And e're our Lambes lye downe to rest to morrow I 'le find a salue to counterpoise thy sorrow