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A06468	Bosvvorth-field with a taste of the variety of other poems, left by Sir Iohn Beaumont, Baronet, deceased: set forth by his sonne, Sir Iohn Beaumont, Baronet; and dedicated to the Kings most Excellent Maiestie.	Beaumont, John, Sir, 1583-1627.; Beaumont, John, Sir, d. 1644.	1629 (1629)	STC 1694; ESTC S101234	77,419	230

it is an odious thing To let thy banner flie against thy King VVith scorne he throwes the Standard to the ground VVhen Cheney for his height and strength renown'd Steps forth to couer Richmond now expos'd To Richards sword the King with Cheney clos'd And to the earth this mighty Giant fell'd Then like a Stag whom fences long with-held From meddowes where the Spring in glory raignes Now hauing leuell'd those vnpleasing chaines And treading proudly on the vanquisht flowres He in his hopes a thousand ioyes deuoures For now no pow'r to crosse his end remaines But onely Henry whom he neuer daines To name his foe and thinkes he shall not braue A valiant Champion but a yeelding slaue Alas how much deceiu'd when he shall find An able body and couragious minde For Richmond boldly doth himselfe oppose Against the King and giues him blowes for blowes VVho now confesseth with an angry frowne His Riuall not vnworthy of the Crowne The younger Stanley then no longer staid The Earle in danger needs his present aide VVhich he performes as sudden as the light His comming turnes the ballance of the fight So threatning clouds whose fall the ploughmen feare VVhich long vpon the mountaines top appeare Dissolue at last and vapours then distill To watry showres that all the valleys fill The first that saw this dreadfull storme arise VVas Catesby who to Richard loudly cries No way but swift retreate your life to saue This no shame with wings t' auoide the graue This said he trembling turnes himselfe to flie And dares not stay to heare the Kings replie VVho scorning his aduice as foule and base Returnes this answer with a wrathfull face Let cowards trust their horses nimble feete And in their course with new destruction meete Gaine thou some houres to draw thy fearefull breath To me ignoble flight is worse then death But at th'approach of Stanleyes fresh supply The Kings side droopes so gen'rous Horses lie Vnapt to stirre or make their courage knowne Which vnder cruell Masters sinke and grone There at his Princes foote stout Ratcliffe dies Not fearing but despairing Louell flies For he shall after end his weary life In not so faire but yet as bold a strife The King maintaines the fight though left alone For Henries life he faine would change his owne And as a Lionesse which compast round VVith troopes of men receiues a smarting wound By some bold hand though hinder'd and opprest With other speares yet shghting all the rest Will follow him alone that wrong'd her first So Richard pressing with reuengefull thirst Admits no shape but Richmonds to his eye And would in triumph on his carcase die But that great God to whom all creatures yeeld Protects his seruant with a heau'nly shield His pow'r in which the Earle securely trusts Rebates the blowes and falsifies the thrusts The King growes weary and begins to faint It grieues him that his foes perceiue the taint Some strike him that till then durst not come neare With weight and number they to ground him beare Where trampled down and hew'd with many sword He softly vtter'd these his dying words Now strength no longer Fortune can withstand I perish in the Center of my Land His hand he then with wreathes of grasse infolds And bites the earth which he so strictly holds As if he would haue borne it with him hence So loth he was to lose his rights pretence FINIS An expression of Sibylls Acrostichs 〈…〉 signe that Iudgement comes the Earth shall sweat 〈…〉 times behold the Prince whose might 〈…〉 censure all within his Kingdome great 〈◊〉 ●rue and faithfull shall approach his sight 〈◊〉 feare this God by his high glory knowne 〈◊〉 ●●●bin'd with flesh and compast with his Saints 〈◊〉 words diuiding soules before his Throne 〈◊〉 ●eeme the world from Thornes and barren taints 〈◊〉 vaine then mortals leaue their wealth and sinne ●●●ong force the stubborne gates of Hell shall tame ●he Saints though dead shall light and freedome winne ●word thriue not wicked men with wrathfull flame ●pprest whose beames can search their words and deeds ●o darkesome brest can couer base desires ●ew sorrow gnashing teeth and wailing breeds ●●empt from Sunny rayes or Starry quires 〈◊〉 ●eau'n thou art roll'd vp the Moone shall die ●●om vales he takes their depth from hilles their height ●●eat men no more are insolent and high 〈◊〉 Seas no nimble ships shall carry weight 〈◊〉 thunder arm'd with heat the earth confounds ●weet Springs and bubbling Streames their course restraine 〈◊〉 heau'nly trumpet sending dolefull sounds ●pbraydes the worlds misdeeds and threatens paine 〈◊〉 gaping earth infernall depths are seene Our proudest ●●ngs are summon'd by his call ●nto his seate from heau'n with anger keene ●euengefull floods of fire and brimstone fall VIRGIL VIRGIL ECLOG 4. CIcilian Muses sing we greater things All are not pleas'd with Shrubs lowly Sp●●● More fitly to the Consull Woods belong Now is fulfild Cumaean Sibyls Song Long chaines of better times begin againe The Maide returnes and brings backe Saturnes rai●● New progenies from lofty Heau'n descend Thouchaste Lucina be this Infants friend Whose birth the dayes of Ir'n shall quite deface And through the world the golden age shall place Thy brother Phoebus weares his potent Crowne And thou O Pollio know thy high renowne Thy Consulship this glorious change shall breed Great moneths shall then endeuour to proceed Thy rule the steps of threatning sinne shall cleare And free the earth from that perpetuall feare He with the Gods shall liue and shall behold With heauenly spirits noble soules enroll'd And seene by them shall guide this worldly frame Which to his hand his fathers strength doth tame To thee sweet Child the earth brings natiue dow● The wandring Iuy with faire B●cchars flowres ●nd Colocasia sprung from Egypts ground With smiling leaues of greene Acanthus crown'd ●he Gotes their swelling vdders home shall beare The Droues no more shall mighty Lions feare For thee thy cradle pleasing flowres shall bring Imperious Death shall blunt the Serpents sting No herbes shall with deceitfull poyson flow And sweet Amomum eu'ry where shall grow But when thou able art to reade the facts Of Worthies and thy Fathers famous acts To know what glories vertues name adorne The fields to ripenesse bring the tender corne Ripe Grapes depend on carelesse Brambles tops Hard Oakes sweat hony form'd in dewy drops Yet some few steps of former fraudes remaine VVhich men to trie the Sea with ships constraine VVith strengthning walles their Cities to defend And on the ground long surrowes to extend A second ●●phys and ●ew Argo then Shall leade to braue exploits the best of men The warre of Troy that Towne againe shall burne And great Achilles thither shall returne But when firme age a perfect man thee makes The willing Sayler straight the Seas forsakes The P●●e no more the vse of trade retaines Each Countrie breeds all fruits the earth disdaines The Harrowes weight and Vines the

brests Not Oratours so much with flowing words Can sway the hearts of men and whet their swords Or blunt them at their pleasure as our straines Whose larger Spheare the Orbe of prose containes Can mens affections lessen or increase And guide their passions whisp'ring warre or peace Tyrtaeus by the vigour of his verse Made Sparta conquer while his lines reherse Her former glory almost then subdude By stronger foes and when the people rude Contend among themselues with mutuall wrongs He tempers discord with his milder songs This poore lame Poet hath an equall praise With Captaines and with States men of his dayes The Muses claime possession in those men Who first aduentur'd with a nimble pen To paint their thoughts in new inuented signes And spoke of Natures workes in numbred lines This happy Art compar'd with plainer wayes Was sooner borne and not so soone decayes She safer stands from times deuouring wrong As better season'd to continue long But as the streames of time still forward flow So Wits more idle and distrustfull grow They yeeld this Fort and cowardly pretend Prose is a castle easier to defend Nor was this change effected in a day But with degrees ●nd by a stealing way They pull the Muses feathers one by one And are not seene till both the wings be gone If man inioying such a precious Mine Esteem'd his nature almost made Diuine When he beheld th' expression of his thought To such a height and Godlike glory brought This change may well his fading ioy confound To see it naked creeping on the ground Yet in the lands that honour'd learnings name Were alwayes some that kept the vestall flame Of pow'rfull Verse on whose increase or end The periods of the soules chiefe raigne depend Now in this Realme I see the golden age Returne to vs whose comming shall asswage Distracting strife and many hearts inspire To gather fewell for this sacred fire On which if you great Prince your eyes will cast And like Fauonius giue a gentle blast The liuely flame shall neuer yeeld to death But gaine immortall spirit by your breath To the Prince IF eu'ry man a little world we name You are a World most like the greatest frame Your loue of Learning spreads your glory farre Lifts you to heau'n and makes you there a Starre In actiue sports and formes of martiall deeds Like Fire and Ayre your nimble courage breeds A rare amazement and a sweet delight To Brittaines who behold so deare a sight Though higher Orbes such glorious signes containe Doe not braue Prince this lower Globe disdaine In pure and fruitfull water we may see Your minde from darkenesse cleare in bounty free And in the steddy resting of the ground Your noble firmenesse to your friend is found For you are still the same and where you loue No absence can your constant mind remoue So goodnesse spreads it selfe with endlesse lines And so the Light in distant places shines He that aduentures of your worth to sing Attempts in vaine to paint a boundlesse thing An Epithalamium vpon the happy marriage of our Soueraigne Lord King Charles and our gracious Lady Queene MARY THe Ocean long contended but in vaine To part our shore from France Let Neptune shake his mace swelling waues aduance The former Vnion now returnes againe This Isle shall once more kisse the Maine Ioyn'd with a flowry bridge of loue on which the Graces dance Leander here no dang'rous iourney takes To touch his Heros hand Our Hellespont with Ships becomes as firme as Land When this sweete Nymph her place of birth forsakes And England signes of welcome makes As many as our gladsome coasts haue little graines of sand That voyce in which the Continent was blest Now to this Iland calls The liuing Woods and Rocks to frame new rising Walls The moouing Hills salute this happy guest The Riuers to her seruice prest Seine into Thames Garonne to Trent and Loire to Seuerne falls This Royall Payre the Bridegroome and the Bride With equall glory shine Both full of sparkling light both sprung from race diuine Their Princely Fathers Europs highest pride The Westerne World did sweetly guide To thē as Fathers of their Realmes we goldē Crownes assigne Great Henry neuer vanquisht in the field Rebellious foes could tame The Wisdome of our James bred terror in his Name So that his proudest Aduersaries yeeld Glad to be guarded with his shield Where Peace with drops of heau'nly dew supprest Dissention flame Our Charles and Mary now their course prepare Like those two greater Lights Which God in midst of Heau'n exalted to our sights To guide our footsteps with perpetuall care Times happy changes to declare The one affoords vs healthfull daies the other quiet nights See how the Planets and each lesser fire Along the Zodiake glide And in this stately traine their offices diuide No Starre remaines exempted from this Quire But all are ioyn'd in one desire To moue as these their wheeles shall turne and rest where th●● abi●● What can these shouts and glit'tring showes portend But neuer fading ioyes The Lords in rich attire the people with their noyse Expresse to what a height their hopes ascend Which like a Circle haue no end Their strength no furious tempests shake nor creeping age destroye● On this foundation we expect to build The Towres of earthly blisse Mirth shall attend on Health and Peace shall plenty kisse The Trees with fruite with Flowres our Gardens fill'd Sweete honey from the leaues distill'd For now Astraeas raigne appeares to be a Tipe of this O may our Children with their rauish't eyes A race of Sonnes behold Whose birth shal change our Ir'n to Siluer Brasse to Gold Proceede white houres that from this stocke may rise Victorious Kings whom Fame shall prize More dearely then all other names within her Booke enroll'd At the end of his Maiesties first yeere Sonnet first YOur Royall Father Iames the Good and Great Proclaim'd in March whē first we felt the Spring A World of blisse did to our Iland bring And at his Death he made his yeeres compleate Although three dayes he longer held his seate Then from that houre when he reioyc'd to sing Great Brittaine torne before enioyes a King Who can the periods of the Starres repeate The Sunne who in his annuall circle takes A dayes full quadrant from th' ensuing yeere Repayes it in foure yeeres and equall makes The number of the dayes within his Spheare Iames was our earthly Sunne who call'd to Heau'n Leaues you his Heire to make all fractions eu'n Sonnet second ABout the time when dayes are longer made When nights are warmer the aire more cleare When verdant leaues and fragrant flowers appeare Whose beauty winter had constrained to fade About the time when Gabriels words perswade The blessed Virgin to incline her care And to conceyue that Sonne whom she shall beare Whose death and rising driue away the shade About this time so oft so highly blest By precious gifts

Loue vouchsafe againe his sight No word of mine shall preiudice his right So Kings by caution with their Rebels treate As with free States when they are growne too great If common Drunkards onely can expresse To life the sad effects of their excesse How can I write of Loue who neuer felt His dreadfull arrow nor did euer melt My heart away before a female flame Like waxen statues which the witches frame I must confesse if I knew one that had Bene poyson'd with this deadly draught and mad And afterward in Bedlem well reclaym'd To perfect sence and in his wits not maym'd I would the feruour of my Muse restraine And let this subiect for his taske remaine But aged wand'rers sooner will declare Their Eleusinian rites then Louers dare Renounce the Deuils pompe and Christians die So much preuailes a painted Idols eye Then since of them like Iewes we can conuert Scarce one in many yeeres their iust desert By selfe confession neuer can appeare But on presumptions wee proceed and there The Iudges innocence most credit winnes ●iue men trie theeues and Saints describe foule sinnes This Monster loue by day and lust by night 〈◊〉 full of burning fire but voyde of light Left here on earth to keepe poore mortals out Of errour who of hell-Hell-fire else would doubt Such is that wandring nightly flame which leades Th'vn wary passenger vntill he treades His last step on the steepe and craggy walles Of some high mountaine whence he headlong falles A vapor first extracted from the Stewes Which with new fewell still the lampe renewes And with a Pandars sulph'rous breath inflam'd Became a Meteor for destruction fram'd Like some prodigious Comet which foretells Disasters to the Realme on which it dwells And now hath this false light preuail'd so farre That most obserue it is a fixed starre Yea as their load starre by whose beames impure They guide their ships in courses not secure Be witcht and daz'led with the glaring sight Of this proud Fiend attir'd in Angels light Who still delights his darksome smoke to turne To rayes which seeme t'enlighten not to burne He leades them to the tree and they beleeue The fruite is sweete so he deluded Eue. But when they once haue tasted of the feasts They quench that sparke which seuers men frō beas●● And feele effects of our first Parents fall Depriu'd of reason and to sence made thrall Thus is the miserable Louer bound With fancies and in fond affection drown'd In him no faculty of man is seene But when he sighes a Sonnet to his Queene This makes him more then man a Poet fit For such false Poets as make passion wit Who lookes within an emptie caske may see Where once a soule was and againe may be Which by this diffrence from a Corse is knowne One is in pow'r to haue life both haue none For Louers slipp'ry Soules as they confesse Without extending racke or straining presse By transmigration to their Mistresse flow Pithagoras instructs his Schollers so Who did for penance lustfull minds consine To leade a second life in Goates and Swine Then Loue is death and driues the soule to dwell In this betraying harbour which like hell Giues neuer backe her bootie and containes A thousand firebrands whips and restlesse paines And which is worse so bitter are those wheeles That many hells at once the Louer feeles And hath his heart dissected into parts That it may meere with other double harts This loue stands neuer sure it wants a ground It makes no ordred course it findes no bound It aymes at nothing it no comfort tastes But while the pleasure and the passion lasts Yet there are flames which two hearts one can make Not forth ' affections but the obiects sake That burning glasse where beames disperst incline Vnto a point and shoot forth in a line This noble Loue hath Axeltree and Poles Wherein it moues and gets eternall goales These reuolutions like the heau'nly Spheres Make all the periods equall as the yeeres And when this time of motion finisht is It ends with that great Yeere of endlesse blisse A description of Loue. LOue is a Region full of fires And burning with extreme desires An obiect seekes of which possest The wheeles are fixt the motions rest The flames in ashes lie opprest This Meteor striuing high to rise The fewell spent falles downe and dies Much sweeter and more pure delights Are drawne from faire alluring sights When rauisht minds attempt to praise Commanding eyes like heau'nly rayes Whose force the gentle heart obayes Then where the end of this pretence Descends to base inferiour sense Why then should Louers most will say Expect so much th' enioying day Loue is like youth he thirsts for age He scornes to be his Mothers Page But when proceeding times asswage The former heate he will complaine And wish those pleasant houres againe We know that Hope and Loue are twinnes Hope gone Fruition now beginnes But what is this vnconstant fraile In nothing sure but sure to faile Which if we lose it we bewaile And when we haue it still we beare The worst of passions daily Feare When Loue thus in his Center ends Desire and Hope his inward friends Are shaken off while Doubt and Griefe The weakest giuers of reliefe Stand in his councell as the chiefe And now he to his period brought From Loue becomes some other thought These lines I write not to remoue Vnited soules from serious loue The best attempts by mortals made Reflect on things which quickly fade Yet neuer will I men perswade To leaue affections where may shine Impressions of the Loue diuine The Shepherdesse A Shepherdesse who long had kept her flocks On stony Charnwoods dry and barren rocks In heate of Summer to the vales declin'd To seeke fresh pasture for her Lambes halfe pin'd She while her charge was feeding spent the houres To gaze on sliding Brookes and smiling flowres Thus hauing largely stray'd she lifts her sight And viewes a Palace full of glorious light She finds the entrance open and as bold As Countrey Maids that would the Court behold She makes an offer yet againe she stayes And dares not dally with those Sunny rayes Here lay a Nymph of beauty most diuine Whose happy presence caus'd the house to shine Who much conuerst with mortals and could know No honour truly high that scornes the low For she had oft been present though vnseene Among the Shepherds daughters on the Greene Where cu'ry homebred Swaine desires to proue His Oaten Pipe and Feet before his Loue And crownes the cu'ning when the daies are long With some plaine Dance or with a Rurall song Nor were the women nice to hold this sport And please their Louers in a modest sort There that sweet Nymph had seene this Countrey Dame For singing crown'd whence grew a world of fame Among the Sheepecotes which in her reioyce And know no better pleasure then her voyce The glitt'ring Ladies gather'd in a ring Intreate the silly

this Iland Fame his praise reports As best in martiall deedes and courtly sports When riper age with winged feete repaires Graue care adornes his head with siluer haires His valiant feruour was not then decaide But ioyn'd with counsell as a further aide Behold his constant and vndaunted eye In greatest danger when condemn'd to dye He scornes th' insulting aduersaries breath And will admit no feare though neere to Death But when our gracious Soueraigne had regain'd This Light with clouds obscur'd in walls detain'd And by his fauour plac'd this Starre on high Fixt in the Garter Englands azure skie He pride which dimms such change as much did hate As base deiection in his former state When he was call'd to sit by Ioues command Among the Demigods that rule this Land No pow'r no strong perswasion could him draw From that which he conceiu'd as right and Law When shall we in this Realme a Father finde So truly sweet or husband halfe so kinde Thus he enioyde the best contents of life Obedient Children and a louing Wife These were his parts in Peace but O how farre This noble soule excell'd it selfe in VVarre He was directed by a nat'rall vaine True honour by this painefull way to gaine Let Ireland witnesse where he first appeares And to the fight his warlike Ensignes beares And thou O Belgia wert in hope to see The Trophees of his conquests wrought in thee But Death who durst not meete him in the field In priuate by close trech'ry made him yeeld I keepe that glory last which is the best The loue of Learning which he oft exprest By conuersation and respect to those Who had a name in Artes in verse or prose Shall euer I forget with what delight He on my simple lines would cast his sight His onely mem'ry my poore worke adornes He is a Father to my crowne of thornes Now since his death how can I euer looke Without some teares vpon that Orphan booke Ye sacred Muses if ye will admit My name into the roll which ye haue writ Of all your seruants to my thoughts display Some rich conceipt some vnfrequented way Which may hereafter to the world commend A picture fit for this my noble Friend For this is nothing all these Rimes I scorne Let Pens be broken and the paper torne And with his last breath let my musick cease Vnlesse my lowly Poem could increase In true description of immortall things And rays'd aboue the earth with nimble wings Fly like an Eagle from his Fun'rall fire Admir'd by all as all did him admire An Epitaph vpon that hopefull young Gentleman the Lord Wriothesley HEre lies a Souldier who in youth desir'd His valiant Fathers noble steps to tread And swiftly from his friends and Countrey fled While to the height of glory he aspir'd The cruell Fates with bitter enuy fir'd To see warres prudence in so young a head Sent from their dusky caues to strike him dead A strong disease in peacefull Robes attir'd This Murd'rer kills him with a silent dart And hauing drawne it bloody from the Sonne Throwes it againe into the Fathers heart And to his Lady boasts what he hath done What helpe can men against pale Death prouide When twice within few dayes Southampton dide IVVENAL SAT. 10. IN all the Countries which from Gades extend To Ganges where the mornings beames ascend Few men the clouds of errour can remooue And know what ill t' auoide what good to loue For what doe we by reason seeke or leaue Or what canst thou so happily conceiue But straight thou wilt thine enterprise repent And blame thy wish when thou behold'st th' euent The easie gods cause houses to decay By granting that for which the owners pray In Peace and Warre we aske for hurtfull things The copious flood of speech to many brings Vntimely death another rashly dyes While he vpon his wondrous strength relyes But most by heapes of money choked are Which they haue gather'd with too earnest care Till others they in wealth as much excell As British Whales aboue the Dolphins swell In bloody times by Neroes fierce commands The armed troope about Longinus stands Rich Senecaes large gardens circling round And Lateranus Palace much renown'd The greedy Tyrants souldier seldome comes To ransack beggers in the vpper roomes If siluer vessels though but few thou bear'st Thou in the night the sword and trunchion fear'st And at the shadow of each Reed wilt quake When by the Moone light thou perceiu'st it shake But he that trauailes empty feeles no griefe And boldly sings in presence of the thiefe The first desires and those which best we know In all our Temples are that wealth may grow That riches may increase and that our chest In publike banke may farre exceed the rest But men in earthen vessels neuer drinke Dyre poysons then thy selfe in danger thinke When cups beset with Pearles thy hand doth hold And precious Wine burnes bright in ample gold Do'st thou not now perceiue sufficient cause To giue those two wise men deseru'd applause Who when abroad they from their thresholds stept The one did alwaies laugh the other wept But all are apt to laugh in euery place And censure actions with a wrinkled face It is more maruell how the others eyes Could moysture find his weeping to suffice Democritus did euer shake his spleene With laughters force yet had there neuer been Within his natiue soyle such garments braue And such vaine signes of Honour as we haue What if he saw the Pretor standing out From lofty Chariots in the thronging rout Clad in a Coate with noble Palme-trees wrought A signe of triumph from Ioues Temple brought And deckt with an imbrodred purple Gowne Like hangings from his shoulders trailing downe No necke can lift the Crowne which then he weares For it a publike seruant sweating beares And lest the Consull should exceed in pride A Slaue with him in the same Coach doth ride The Bird which on the Iu'ry Scepter stands The Cornets and the long officious Bands Of those that walke before to grace the sight The troope of seruile Romans cloth'd in white Which all the way vpon thy Horse attends Whō thy good cheare purse haue made thy friends To him each thing he meets occasion mooues Of earnest laughter and his wisdome prooues That worthy men who great examples giue In barb'rous Countries and thicke ayre may liue He laught at common peoples cares and feares Oft at their ioyes and sometimes at their teares He in contempt to threatning Fortune throwes A halter and his scornefull finger showes We rub the knees of gods with waxe to gaine From them such things as hurtfull are or vaine Pow'r subiect to fierce spite casts many downe Whom their large stiles and famous titles drowne The Statues fall and through the streets are roll'd The wheeles which did the Chariots weight vphold Are knockt in pieces with the Hatchets stroke The harmelesse Horses legs are also broke The fires make hissing sounds

the bellowes blow That head dissolu'd must in the furnace glow Which all with honours like the gods did grace The great Seianus crackes and of that face Which once the second in the world was nam'd Are basons frying-pans and dishes fram'd Place bayes at home to Ioues chiefe Temple walke And leade with thee a great Oxe white as chalke Behold Seianus drawne vpon a hooke All men reioyce what lips had he what looke Trust me saith one I neuer could abide This fellow yet none askes for what he dy'd None knowes who was the man that him accus'd What proofes were brought what testimony vs'd A large Epistle fraught with words great store From Capreae comes 't is well I seeke no more The wau'ring people follow Fortune still And hate those whom the State intends to kill Had Nurtia fauor'd this her Tuscan child Had he the aged carelesse Prince beguild The same base tongues would in that very houre Haue rays'd Seianus to Augustus pow'r It is long since that we forbidden are To sell our voyces free from publike care The people which gaue pow'r in warre and peace Now from those troubles is content to cease And eu'ry wish for these two ends bestowes For bread in plenty and Circensian showes I heare that many are condemn'd to dye No doubt the flame is great and swelleth high Brutidius looking pale did meet me neere To Mars his Altar therefore much I feare Lest vanquisht Aiax find out some pretence To punish those that faild in his defence Let vs run headlong trampling Cesars foe VVhile on the banke he lies our fury show Let all our seruants see and witnesse beare How forward we against the Traytor were Lest any should deny and to the Law His fearefull Master by the necke should draw These were the speeches of Seianus then The secret murmures of the basest men Would'st thou be flatter'd and ador'd by such As bow'd to him VVould'st thou possesse as much VVould'st thou giue ciuill dignities to these VVould'st thou appoint thē Gen'rals who thee please Be Tutor of the Prince who on the Rock Of Capreae sits with his Chaldean flock Thou surely seek'st it as a great reward T' enioy high places in the field or Guard This thou defend'st for those that haue no will To make men die would haue the power to kill Yet what such fame or fortune can be found But still the woes aboue the ioyes abound Had'st thou then rather chuse the rich attire Of this great Lord now drawne through cōmon mire Or beare some office in the wretched State Of Gabij or Fidenae and relate The Lawes of measures in a ragged gowne And breake small vessels in an empty Towne By this time I perceiue thou hast confest That proud Seianus could not wish the best He that for too much wealth and honour cares The heaped lofts of raysed Towres prepares Whence from the top his fall declines more steepe And headlong ruine drawes him to the deepe This done rich Crassus and the Pompey's threw And him who Romane freedome could subdue Because to height by cunning they aspire And enuious gods giue way to their desire Few Tyrants can to Pluto's Court descend VVithout fierce slaughter and a bloody end Demosthenes and Tullies fame and speech Each one that studies Rhet'rike will beseech At Pallas hands and during all the dayes Of her Quinquatria for this onely prayes Though worshipping her picture basely wrought Such as with brazen money he hath bought While in a little chest his papers lie VVhich one poore seruant carries waiting nigh Yet both these Orators whom he admires Dy'd for that eloquence which he desires VVhat did them both to sad destruction bring But wit which flow'd from an abundant Spring The wit of Tully caus'd his head and hand To be cut off and in the Court to stand The Pulpits are not moistned with the flood Of any meane vnlearned pleaders blood VVhen Tully wrote O Rome most blest by Fate New-borne when I enioy'd the Consuls State If he his Prose had like his verses shap'd He Antonies sharpe swords might haue escap'd Let Critikes here their sharpe derision spend Yet those harsh Poems rather I commend Then thee diuine Philippicke which in place Art next the first but hast the highest grace He also with a cruell death expir'd VVhose flowing torrent Athens so admir'd VVho rul'd th' vnconstant people when he list As if he held their bridles in his fist Ah wretched man begotten with the hate Of all the gods and by sinister Fate VVhom his poore father bleare-ey'd with the soote Of sparkes which from the burning Ir'n did shoote From Coales Tongs Anuile and the Cutlers tooles And durty Forge sent to the Rhet'ricke Schooles The spoyles of warre some rusty Corslet plac'd On maymed Trophees cheekes of helmes defac'd Defectiue Chariots conquer'd Nauies decks And captiues who themselues with sorrow vexe Their faces on triumphant Arches wrought Are things aboue the blisse of mortall thought For these incitements to this fruitlesse end The Romane Greeke and Barbr'ous Captaines tend This caus'd their danger and their willing paine So much their thirst is greater for the gaine Of fame then vertue for what man regards Bare vertue if we take away rewards In ages past the glory of a few Their Countrey rashly to destruction drew Desiring prayse and titles full of pride Inscrib'd on graue-stones which their ashes hide VVhich perish by the sauage fig-trees strength For tombes themselues must haue their fate at length Let Annibal be ponder'd in thy mind In him thou shalt that waight and value find VVhich fits a great Commander This is he VVhose spirit could not comprehended be In Africk reaching from th' Atlantick streames To Nilus heated with the Sunny beames And Southward stretcht as farre as Ethiope feeds Huge Elephants like those which India breeds He conquers Spaine which cannot him inclose VVith Pyrenaean hills the Alpes and Snowes VVhich nature armes against him he derides And Rockes made soft with Vineger diuides He Italy attaines yet striues to runne On further Nothing yet saith he is done Till Punicke souldiers shall Romes gates deface And in her noblest streets mine Ensignes place How would this one-ey'd Generals appeare VVith that Gentulian beast which did him beare If they were set in picture VVhat became Of all his bold attempts O deare-bought Fame He vanquisht into exile headlong slies VVhere all men wondring he in humble wise Must at the Palace doore attendance make Till the Bythinian Tyrant please to wake No warlike weapons end that restlesse life VVhich in the world caus'd such confused strife His Ring reuengeth all the Romans dead At Cannae and the blood which he had shed Foole passe the sharpe Alpes that thy glories dreame May Schoole-boyes please be their publike theame One VVorld contents not Alexanders mind He thinkes himselfe in narrow bounds confin'd It seemes as strait as any little Ile Or desart Rocke to him whom Lawes exile But when he comes into the Towne