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Time is a turne-coate. Or Englands three-fold metamorphosis VVherin is acted the pensiue mans epilogomena, to Londons late lamentable heroicall comi-tragedie. Also a panegyricall pageant-speech or idylion pronounced to the citie of London, vpon the entrance of her long expected comfort. Written by Iohn Hanson.
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Hanson, John, fl. 1604.
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And quite bereft of vitall sense and breath So Pleasures presse thee downe to gauling Griefe Or glance away and leaue thee sans reliefe Like ranging Hawkes that soare in loftie skie With swift-wing'd flight from Lure of Falkners hie Demosthenes that famous Grecian Fau'ring faire Lais Corinths Curtisan Most vehemently desir'd by Fanciefed To haue accesse vnto her brothell bed Whom she desir'd three hundred crownes to send If lustfull Will her wish would apprehend High heau'ns forbid quoth he that hote Desire Should heape such flames to Pryaps burning fire Though Lust allures yet doth true Vertue hate To buy Repentance at so deare a rate This heathen Mole had Reasons eyes to see That Paine attends on Pleasures surquedrie The buzzing Bee that sings in Autumnes field Doth from her labour waxe and honie yeeld Which to mans senses many comforts bring Yet in her taile there lutkes an angrie sting So Pleasure hath her hony of Desire Inflaming waxe dissolu'd in Follies fire But yet behind a dreadfull sting remaines Which wounds the heart enwrapt with Fancies pains Her meager ioynts are tentred on deepe Cares Her vigor rack'd on imbecile Despaires Times reuolution frets her pleasing prancks As waters wash and weare away their bancks And as the dew from heau'n to earth assign'd By heate exhal'd or scattered with the wind Or christall bubbles which on riuers play With agitation vanish quite away Or Characters deciphered foorth on sand Which by Eluuion perisheth out of hand So Earths mask'd Ioyes but for a moment last And soone extinct by Times oft-changing blast Peruse the Songs of sweet-toung'd Salomon Israels great King faire Iuda's Paragon Sions Melodes the sourse of Sapience Bedewd with drops of sacred influence For whom the Sabian Queene did iourney farre To view the splendor of so bright a Starre When he had heaped millions vp of gold Erected buildings glorious to behold And planted trees fed with sweet fluent Springs And treasures won by captiuated Kings And singers with harmonious melodie Concording in Amphyons simphonie And all delights which Reason could deuise Were set as Obiects to his restlesse eyes O vaine quoth he is all the Earths delight But pictur'd Glosses and disturbe the Sprite I now discerne by Faiths celestiall eye Pleasure 's but vaine most vaine and Vanitie For with Times-turne their semblant Beautie 's gone Whirl'd round with Change as Sysiphus rolling stone Thus mans Delights and earths Felicities Are but euen pleasant-seeming Vanities In Turne of Time all Creatures shall decay For Time it selfe in time must passe away The winged-people of the various Skie The scalie Troupe which in the Surges lie The heau'ns the earth and seas shall burne to nought Not to that Chaos whence they first were brought The Worlds great Synode formally combin'd With pure celestiall Fire must be refin'd Don Phoebus Steeds their glistering coach must stay The burnish'd Gates include heau'ns Bright from Day The Stars and Phoebe's feuer-shaking Light Shall maske their Beauties from the dismall Night The Comets Meteors with each Hemi-sphaeare To worke strange Operations shall forbeare Old white-hair'd 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 with strikt compas'd pace Must cease to course his artificiall Race The Sea the Floud the Spring and watrie Lake Must by Times turne their liquide Caues forsake Which from the Cesternes of the Center deepe Through Earths wide Nerues in curbed maner creepe The flourishing Ver and fruitfull Autumnes grace The icie Vizard of breme Winters face The Yeare the Month the Houre the Night the Day Shall subiect stand to Heau'ns Catastrophé Heau'ns wondrous Works which thus in strictnesse turne When Pan appeares in sulphur'd flames must burne All Wights that wander through this Orbe below Must pay that summe which they to Nature ow All must dissolue euen from the Cedar tall Vnto the Hysope springing on the wall When heau'ns loud Trump shal sound Earths sumning note And Time turnes off his rain-bow coloured cote But Ates brood true Modell of the Maker That Angel-like of ioyes are made partaker Indude with Reason Dangers to eschue Iudicially Times Accidents to view Casting an eye to things past and forgone To suprauise th' Euents ensuing on By retrogredience to Times heighth and fall In their progredience can discerne them all These that in portraiture all Shapes excell Must mount to heau'n or flutter downe to hell Therefore let Reason feruently apply His soule to liue as still prepar'd to die In all essayes his heart vprightly bend As one that swiftly marcheth to his end Though he on Earth all worldly Pleasures haue Yet let him deeme one foot still in the graue The valiantsouldier marching longst the plaine Couragiously to his immortall gaine Assaults his foes and neare to them doth come Although most neare ensues his banefull doome Swifter he marcheth them with blowes to spend The swifter still approcheth to his end Desire of Fame kindles an ardent rage While leane-fac'd Death attends him as a Page Yet arm'd in heart of furniture well sped Resolues to die in Honors valorous bed This world 's a warfare thou a souldier Wherein thou striu'st to stand Deaths conquerer Contending with hels Dragons damned hoast From woes to ioyes from ioyes to woes ytost Without the World alluresthee with Delight Within foule Sin thy intellectuall sprite Suggests and opposite to thy darke Eye T'entangle thee slie Sathans engines lye Behind a strict-bound Conscience clogs thy heele On thy right hand mounts Fortunes loftie wheele And on the left Aduersitie doth waite To feed thy Thoughts with Cares penurious baite Vnder thy feete the Graue doth gape each houre With wide-stretch'd mouth to swallow and deuoure And ore thy head Heau'ns heauie ludgements lie Prepared still to be powr'd foorth on thee Then not vnaptly graue learn'd Writers call Thee 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 or Small world of thrall Thy state of life may be compared thus Vnto the Mariner in stormes dangerous When blustring Aeolus opes his vented Caues And Neptunes rorall beard 's bedasht with waues He viewes the Heau'ns ore-vail'd with pitchie cloudes Huge tempests rise each beast in shelter shroudes And foaming billowes beating gainst his Barke Then waites each houre to diue in Deluge darke But when Dan Titan with bright golden ray Doth guil'd the pale-greene Pallace of the sea And with his purging Fire refines the skie He skips with ioy for his deliuerie So in this Orbe thou sail'st through seas of Woes Againe with pride scornes Fortunes ouerthrowes Oft Fortune stormes and her cleare Sun-shine failes Then Ioy retires with wofull-battred sailes Thus art thou subiect to Times turne and Fate To be transform'd in Person Life or State For Time can turne to set the World on flote And straight can vrge him sing poore Niobs note If th' Embryo foreknew these woes intomb'd Within the wals of his deare Mothers wombe If he could see before he sees heau'ns Light Earths Languishments as Objects to his sight Would ne're contend to ope the Matrice wide By Generation naturally to glide From
tranquile Calme to surging seas of Cares From silent Mansion to a masse of Snares But rather wish in darke Obliuion cast Without a Being then on Earth be plac'd To gaze vpon the Suns bright Orient His Beames Meridian course and Occident The worlds delights would hold in spitefull scorne Intirely wishing he should ne're be borne This was obserued by the Drausians And as an Axiome high decretall stands That when a Babe from fruitfull wombe did rise Would mourne weepe and lament in wondrous wise For that they knew he was brought foorth to stand In this fraile Orbe as on the shiuering sand Readie to sinke into the depth of Feares Enuiron'd round with intricate Despaires But when one died then gladly they reioyce With rauishing Musicks-simphonizing voice In this respect they held him then set free From out the vale of cankred Miserie Thus Man by Nature is conceiu'd in wo From generatiue Seed continues so Still turn'd about with Times soft motion Disturbed-wise as Sysiphus rolles his stone Or boyling Eurypus which hurles along With neuer-ceassing Agitation Fast marching forward like a Souldier braue Yet step by step descends fast to his graue Till the last trauell of his mother Earth Shall purge him with regeneratiue Birth But in earths warre prepare heau'ns furniture That in thy death of life thou maist be sure As Nauigators first forgo the sight Of friends and next of cities faire and bright And finally lanch out from banke and shore With resolution ne're to see them more So Man 's depriued first of Infancie Next of his Youth and strong Virilitie In fine out-worne with his vnwealdie Age Loseth the sight of this Orbes spacious stage When hoarie Eld his stooping backe doth bend With concau'd eyes viewes then his rest and end Thus pedetentim Man exhales his breath If not preuented by immediate Death Euen as the Dials shade depos'd from Rest In one dayes space doth course from East to West By circumuersion slily passeth by Gradatim wise yet not discern'd with Eye So Man craules on twixt earth and heau'ns bright raies Towards the west and welking of his daies Yet knowes not when grim Death shall stop the race Of his lifes houres mouing with gentle pace As nothing is more sure then losse of Breath So nought's vnsurer then the kinds of Death Aeterna Lex hath sacredly described From whence th' euent of Life and Death 's deriued A generall vniformall path from Wombe But various by-waies to the graue and tombe As diuers ships lanch from one port and deepe Yet sundrie waies vpon the Surges sweepe Some bound for East to frost-bit Scythia Others for West to faire America Some subiect faile to Austers briefe controules Others range through breeme Boreas frozen poles So all atchieuc one entrance from their birth But various passage to their grandam Earth How many plunge to tristall timelesse fall As may appeare by proofes Authenticall By Murther Shipwracke Beasts Eluuion By Fire by Sword by Wars confusion By Famine Pestilence Earths Miserie By wondrous Accidents throwne downe from hie By Thundring Lightning Tempests that arise By desperate Sprites and damned Fallacies By Ioy by Penurie by Wealth by Wo Some apprehend vnnaturall ouerthrow By Nonnage Youth Old-age some strangely hie To the darke Mansion of Obscuritie Young Drusus Pompey Claudius lineall heire Amidst his sport was choaked with a Peare Eurypides was torne with dogs alone Anacreon stifled with a Raisins stone And Catulus pursuing timelesse death With stinking smoke did suffocate his breath When Marius souldiers swiftly did pursue Imbrac'd this death a better to eschue Valerius Carus Emp'rors great through might Perished by thunder and celestiall Light Plinie was burnt by wondrous fires that blaz'd From mount Vesuvius whereon still he gaz'd To comprehend the nature of that light Wherewith his dayes were consumated quite And hundreds mo which might in tragicke verse Be instanced too tedious to rehearse Thus various stands Times imminent turne of Men They know to die yet know not where nor when The heau'ns bright Eye knowes whē t' include his raies But Man knowes not the Vesper of his daies So whether thou incline to Good or Ill Or frame thy heart to Natures wilfull Will Or plant such trees which bring foorth bitter fruit In thy Soules soyle following with hote pursuit Earths soure-sweet Pleasures various in their tasts Yet still thy Lampe combusts thy lifes Oyle wasts Wheeling about with blasts of whirle-wind Time To Deaths darke den of dust and putride slime Admit thou reapst Youths flourishing verdant flours And ouer-runne the glasse of Nestors houres Yet at the last Lifes roote will withered be And stocke traduc'd to grosse Morositie The Sap once dried Life instantly is gone Euen as a Dreame or Apparition And as greene fruites by ripenesse fall from tree Or sparkes which of themselues extinguish'd be So Nature must thy fruitlesse branches send To the succincting Period of their end Then let this Dish be seru'd last at thy Feast Memento mori VIR incertus est He that his Soule to sinfulnesse doth bend Let him recount the Sorrowes of his End Whē heau'ns shril Trump shal rowze him frō his sleep And Goates sequestred from the harmlesse Sheepe Before the generall ludge shall he be brought To plead Peccaui for each triuiall Thought Like as his life shall be his Death and end VVhat Death abandons Iudgements apprehend VVhat Life and Death in Good or Ill defrayes The Iudge in iudgement to his Soule repayes Heau'ns work-men then their wages shall be paid VVhen slouthfull slugs in Dungèon shall be laid VVhere Fire shall burne yet not consume them quite Nor to their comfort yeeld them any Light There shall they die in life and liue to die Such Horrors waité on hels Eternitie O London meekely prostrate on thy knee Fore heau'ns great King with pure Sinceritie Reuolue his praise Creator of that Day VVherein the Organs of thy Senses play VVho hath preseru'd thee from Sedition From thirstie Sword and staru'd Occision Better it is a thousand times for Sin To fall into the hands of God then men For brunt of fierie Wars are mercilesse But God in mercie will thy woes redresse This caus'd the princely Prophet wars refuse By inspiration Pestilence did chuse Thou that art poisoned with this fierce disease And fierie torments furiously increase If all externall Remedies were gone Haue thou recourse to heau'ns Phisition Perfume the inward roomes of thy Desites With sauours sweet and holy-heated Fires Moisten thy couch with reares for thy offence To quench the flames of burning Pestilence Sing sadly foorth to Heau'n this sacred Dittie Thus stirre Iehoua to soules-sauing pitie If thou shouldst search the poysoned heart of man If thou in ludgement shouldst his indgements scan If thou shouldst view how vile his Nature is If thou shouldst notice take what 's done amisse Then would his name be written in the aire Then would Obliuion wrap him in Despaire Then would he ne're atchieue Heau'ns crowning Fame Then