vpon the high confronting mount He fram'd a Doue of wood by Art so rate That for some space perpended midst the aire Seeming aliue and counterpois'd so right Was thought to flie most strange to humane sight So shall thy Muses from sweet Sapience Infuse their Thoughts with powerfull Influence The learn'd Thalia that doth on Pernasse dwell Shall Nectar quaffe from Aganyppe's well That they with deepe Designes may moue delight Beyond the motions of sharpe Reasons sight From midst their Rarities shall Caliope sing Great King of kings protect king IAMES our King Now genious Muse drinke of Castalian Springs Then soare aloft with swift Pegasian wings And mounting Euolence to th'ingenious braine There bid thy turret-climing sprite remaine Suruiue thy Thoughts ere all the Musick 's done With Pallas daunce in this Idilion Let Phoebus rauishing Lute thy Musicke be Salute great Pan with this Panygerie Diuine Apollo Harbinger to Ioue To Earth descend from mouing sphaeres aboue With thy bright Chariot by proud Eôus led Where heau'nly Queenes are high enthronized That they as Guards may waite with rare delight On Albions Caesars royalized sprite Let faire Sophia seate the chiefest part In the Bed-chamber of his peerelesse heart That by conuerse she may pure Motions lend From whence all Motions draw successefull end Let louely Phronesis with cleare Diamonds dight Be euer resident fore his Princely sight Feeding with her bright Shine his piercing Eye To search the drifts of wresting Sophistrie So sincere Truth shall chieue the vpper hand Ore-topping Vice while she amaz'd doth stand Let Melôs tune her siluer-sounding Song Within the groues of his minds Motion That Heau'ns Astraea sacred queene of Grace Iust measures there may tread with loftie trace Soter vnsheath thy neuer-danted sword Strike downe-right Blowes as full-eyes can affoord With strict attendance on his right side stand Mercy on left t' asswage thy rigorous hand And counterpoise thy scales with Paritie Reiecting squint-eyed Partialitie Then shall thy Deitie be ador'd of all Congratulated both of great and small As bright-eyed Eôus Don Phoebus Page Attends his Maisters sweating Pilgrimage Sliding vpright with burning flames accrude To his Meridian climing altitude And then descends till his hote taske be done Towards the Wests extracted Horizon So let these glorious Empresses attend Vpon his Acts from Alpha to the end That by their Conduct he may view the way To dignifie his Throne and Scepter sway Pursuing still his princely Thoughts with speed That their rich fruites th' Euent may alwaies feed As ' Numa was suppos'd to spend each day In deepe conuersing with Egeria By whose aduice he constituted Lawes Consorting to the Vulgar sorts applause So by sweet Conference with all of these Shall he prescribe his Lawes Acts and Decrees Which in their good Successe shall stand vpright Fore mightie Ioue fore Heau'n and humane sight Then Albion thou abundantly increase In Wealth Tranquilitie and ioy full Peace For that 's true Peace which Ius to kingdomes brings Kings subiect to their Lawes not Lawes to Kings Now Mercurie surnam'd 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Plume thy light wings make hast no time delay Be swifter then Palladius Persian That through the Romaine Confines quickly ran To Theodosius where he did remaine Shewing The Romaines had the Persians slaine Desist not then if thou wilt purchase name To thrust this Motto in the chaps of Fame Al-seeing Ioue faire Albions isle hath blest With a renowmed King and tranguile Rest. Whose Vertue glistering from his stately Throne Giues sight vnto his Substitutes each one Euen as the Sun with his transcendent Light Tiends all the twinkling Candles of the Night Faire Phoebe daunce on Ganges argent streames Dan Titan laugh with bright-reflecting Beames Protract thy course from burning Ida's hill Commaund thy burnisht coach to wander still Vnder the starrie Round and third Degree Till Earth be crown'd with Angels dignitie Great Court of Heau'n thy Synode counite T' adorne his heart with crownes of true Delight That neighbour-kings admiring at his state His Princely steps may striue to imitate And that by Soueraigne blisse his Raigne may be A rare Memoriall to Eternitie O blisfull Concord bred in Heau'ns pure brest For Albions sacred and assured Rest By Ioue who rules the restlesse ranging skie By thy Decree that glorious power doth lie With sweet Accord to keepe the pugnant stars And each foule Planet from disastrous wars Celestiall Ens that Earths Ens fram'd of nought And by Creation Light from Darknesse brought Thou that refin'd those vitall Elements From the confused Chaos quintessence By whom we liue respire moue stand and be Compounded of indifferent Qualitie Thou that commandst Heau'ns Axletree to moue Vpon the distant Poles the Sphaeres aboue To turne with measured Course and neuer stay From Agitation neither Night nor Day Yet in the midst Earth hast thou fram'd so fast That shall perdure till Heau'ns huge Frame doth wast Thou art that First and last things dost pretend Yet sans Beginning and without an End Thy glorious Power doth comprehend each one Yet comprehended canst thou be of none Thou didst prepare the mountaine Ararat When the wide World in blind-fold Deluge sate To entertaine the waue-tost Arke with Rest From whence each Kind abundantly increast In thee in thee such powerfull glorie bides From thee such Lenitie and Friendship slides As may commaund this Vniuerse to bend As mortall Ens can neuer comprehend By thy Decree the lustie Cedars spring The bloomie Ver abundant fruites doth bring Thou dost increase the grouth of Sommers seed For to supply the breeme-fac'd Winters need Thou dost inspire the hearts of peerelesse Peeres In ripening Youth to chuse their flourishing Feeres And looke how fast to Death Man payes his due So fast againe dost thou his Stocke renue As by this President Albion now may see Who doth inioy IAMES royall Maiestie To whom I wish long long and happie Raigne Wherein he may the Gospell pure maintaine Old Nestors yeares ô Heau'ns let him excell And be a Father graue in Israel Grant sacred Ioue his royall Stocke to stand His Branch to flourish in faire Albions Land So long as Titan treades Heau'ns siluer tracke To analize Times compleat Zodiacke Till Time himselfe leaue turning of his cote And Phoebus cease to strike Time rauishing note Thus each true English heart sincerely pray And he that seekes his Person to betray Fierce Proserpina with her Daughters three Shall dragge his soule to cole-blacke Tartarie To fearefull Hades or the darkest Hell Where nought but Diuels and damned Spirits dwell Meane time my genious Muse this Note shall sing Heau'ns prosper IAMES the Britons lawfull King CECINI Nuncibo intereà Pernassi in rupibus altis Donec Musa iterum in beat me exire latebo PASTORALL PANEGYRICKS Iacobo Regiaeterna Gloria In Winters wracke the torrents rage and flow And sheapheards forc'd to leaue their pleasant rockes Cold-wrinkled furrowes seated in his brow Out bids them driue their weather-beaten Flockes But mightie Pan commannds a Cedar spring Out of whose roote faire-flourishing Branches grow Rising in heighth Heau'ns Quire about him sing Each loftie Oake doth pure Alleigeance show Graze now ye tender Lambes skip and repast In fruitfull Groues vnder this Cedar shroud Esteeme not of fierce AEolus blustring blast Turne not from fields when mists bright Titan cloud Eager Phaea the wild Cremonian Sow Rauening abroad and searching for her prey Nought can obtaine but dreadfull ouerthrow As Flocks suruine she surfets in decay Great Cedar spread in lasting glorie spring Leaues Viburnes Flowers All shall sing thy praise Our 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and Astraea's King Recrown'd be thou with neuer-fading Baies In Albions Groue flourish thy royall Bloud As long as Riuers flow and Cedars bud Astra Deo nil maius habent nil Caesare terra Sic Caesar terras vt Deus astra regat Anna valeat Regina Astraea peeping from the skie Nymphs and Satyres gaz'd to spie Nature worke her owne Despaire And foile her selfe to frame that Faire Vp Flockes and dance pipe rusticke Swaines All fragrant flowers adorne the plaines Loe Astraea comes at hand Euer Lucina by her stand Astraea glideth from the aire To guild the Groues she fairest Faire Reuiues the Plants recures the Sprayes Eternall be her Crowne of Bayes Gaze may the Sun with splendant Bright In darke doth she surpasse his Light Now sweet Muses ye behold Astraea trip on earthly Mold Semper virescas Henricus Princeps vivat Ho Syluanes Nymphs leape from your siluer lake Erect your viols fil'd with golden praise Now Satyres sing your Cynicke Cels far sake Rodanus thy madide beard from Riuers raise In sweet agree Come sing with me Vnto that Starre that deignes to glide these waies Sweet Flora now imbellish thy faire Bowers Paris thou shepheards Ioy Heau'ns musicke bring Reuolue thy Lils tripping amongst these flowers Infuse rare Tunes and rurall Paeans sing Note his bright Face Combin'd with Grace Eccho with Aues bid the mountaines ring Phoebus intraile him with thy golden ray So fragrant Clores Sommers verdant Queene Vnto his Progresse thy vert shades display Inuellop him around with Chaplets greene Vnto this Shrine All ioyes diuine To Heau'n a Sun to earth a Load-starre seene Sempersplendescas ἘΠΙΜΕΛΩΔΕΣ Laeta sit ista Dies totumque canenda per orbē Qua Princeps nobis Rexque IACOBVS erit Plebs pia cumque pia laetetur plebe Senatus Redde Deo grates ANGLIA tota tuo Attulit illa Dies fessis miserisque Leuamen Et Lumen caecis attulitilla Dies Tempora temporibus mutantur tristia laetis Succedunt summis Gaudia summa Malis FINIS * Semper lachrimabat Qui Dro repugnant * Midnight * The Geddesse of Mirth * Wisdome * Prudēce * Concord * Iustice * Day-star * Light-soot * Roma
wandring starres are mixed Conioyne in one ye Sphaeres caelestiall Ye Muses nine performe this Funerall Condole her death whose glorious life was so As by her life her death was freed from wo Whose life repleat with grace exempt from strife Whose death 's transformd to neuer-dying life Cynthia faire Sister to blacke ladie Night That Gehons streames with golden Icons dight To whom heau'ns senior Lights proffer their dutie For thy surpassing and refulgent Beautie Renounce thy borrowed Shine reuoke thy race With clouds of Languishment remaske thy face Sad Melpomen with tragicke Scaenes relent Each Marble rocke and obdurated Flint Sigh foorth deepe accents of thy sacred Loue To cause the stonie-hearted Sauage moue Straine out Threnodiae thy assiduall note For Time hath roab'd himselfe with sable Cote Ye sacred Nymphs hang down your Sun-bright haires Bedew your cheekes with penitentiall teares Conduct me to some solitarie Cell Wherein I may with pale-fac'd Sorrow dwell Alas my Muse doth faint ere she proceed To tune Encomions on a mournfull Reed Wise Caliope sweet Queene of Eloquence Inspire her Thoughts with sacred influence Take courage Muse pure Zeale shall stand thy barre Looke not agast on euery frowning Starre Plucke vp thy sprite from pitchie Acheron Solace amidst the fields of Hellicon Now bath thy selfe in the Pierian spring Where thy sad Sisters mournfully do sing Go seeke that Phoenix mounted in the skie Transform'd to euer-during Dignitie The Phoenix of our age Earths onely Faire Faiths Empresse and heau'ns high glorious Haire Englands Phoenix admir'd for Raritie For Beautie Vertue and pure Chastitie O shee 's consum'd with heau'ns resplendent Light That from her ashes one might rise as bright And flourish foorth vpon the verdant ground Whose paralel in Art is scarcely found Why striues my Muse to stellifie her name The bright-eyed-wondring world diuulg'd her fame And Fame it selfe flies swiftly from her nest To blaze her honor from the East to West Sad Sicknesse the pale Harbinger of Death Foredoom'd the losse of Syrinx daughters breath Blacke furious Fate that wrought such deepe despight To locke faire Phoebe from Endimions sight I meane Eliza ô write that name againe That with reuoluing Time it may remaine Eliza she who was profound in Art Is now strucke dead with Thanatos his dart Eliza who in many dangers stood For Gods high glorie and her subiects good By her th'incarnate Gospell was possest Through her all Britaines Ile Iehoua blest For her the heau'ns rain'd down such plenteous store As Natures greedie Sons could wish no more Honor imbrac'd her Art by her did stand Prudence attended on her genious hand Iustice in Mercie with her bare the sway Glorie infinite her last Catastrophé The fatall Sisters ioyntly haue decreed Old Atropos should cut that vitall threed Which counites the Substance with the Soule Nūbing each Sense with leane-chapt Deaths cōtroule This state is incident to Natures lot Drawne through the world in Times still chariot With two vnruly Steedes and hurl'd along By restlesse Motion and Mutation At length they leaue her on Deaths dismall stage As being wearie of their cariage Then his grim Sergeant comes without controule T' arrest her bodie dis-unite her soule He takes no bribes but strikes impartiall The Begger Baron Caitiffe King and all If Death had fear'd to stop Astraeaes breath Then had he spared Queene Elizabeth Whose soule is now enthroniz'd boue the skies Where glorious Cherub's sing her Exequies Through Ioues broad milk-white path now is she gone And stately royaliz'd on Angels throne The siluer Vault with Epods deepe resounds Of her rare Vertue which on Earth abounds I wish Eliza from vs could not passe Who made each place a heau'n wherein she was Th' Almightie Ioue so lock't Virginitie From Antidotes and banefull Trecherie That burning poyson ne're effected harme Although confected with a Magicke charme How many treasons direfull accidents Base-bred complots and experiments Conspir'd her death yet still preseru'd was she By heau'ns eternall Triple-Vnitie How many striu'd to stop Elizaes breath Yet to their shame she died a liuing death For which we laud th' Immortall Deitie Who mixeth ioy with sad calamitie Her fame on earth is painted by all Seuen Her corps in Lead her soule a Saint in heauen Eliza liu'd now is Eliza dead And Dauid rais'd in her Angellike stead Shee 's quite extinct yet hath she left behind The true Idaa of her princely mind Right royall IAMES the Britons gracious King Whose honor through the circling Globe doth ring The Rose is cropt which glistered in each face And yet as faire sprung instantly in place A Rose most sweet and odoriferous A Rose of grace to cheare and comfort vs A Rose that springeth in a Northerne blast A Rose whose lustre doth in Winter last O Wonder that rough Boreas dropping wing Should waft such showres to a desired Spring England prostrate thy selfe with folded hands Whose ioyes are numberlesse euen as the sands Before the powerfull and almightie Throne Who gaue regard vnto thy grieuous mone Sending to thee such an Athenian King Whose learning is the round Orbes wondering A soueraigne Balme vnto thy Corasiue Which did thy half-dead-wounded heart reuiue When Phoebus Lute tuned his mournfull note To make Time turne his glistring golden cote Couragious Cato with his warlike traines While rang'd in rancke vpon the champion plaines Sweet-breathed Zephyrus vp softly blew The fragrant flowers which in medowes grew Vpon their glittering targets then they cride Aglorious Triumph shall to vs betide Euen so the Flowers of fruitfull Brittanie Blowne with the wind of zealous Loyaltie Did congregate in troupes proclaim'd a King Whose name once heard most gladsom ioy did bring When glorious Titan hath his compasse run The foule-maskt gloomie Night ensues thereon Bright Sol declin'd Luna skips in the skie Approou'd by Nature in Philosophie Iehoua derogated Englands Light And yet pursude no duskie darksome Night No sooner Britaine had her bright-Eye lost But straight another gaz'd from Northern coast No sooner did Eliza take her flight But instantly king IAMES appear'd in sight For whom true hearts render immortall praise To high Iehoua who this Starre did raise To yeeld them light to stand their soueraigne Lord And Patron pure of the soule-sauing word O blessed Time when peerelesse Princes preach When Dauid doth his sonne Gods precepts teach He is the sense-concluding Period Of Englands solace charactred by God The pure quintessence of her flourishing state To whom her life is worthie subiugate O what a learned Varro hath she gain'd Who mou'd blith Gelos euen when harts complaind A Cicero for flowing Eloquence A valiant Caesar for Magnificence Don Phoebus rising from his scarlet bed Out of his easterne Closet thrust his head Spreading his flame-hair'd broad vermilion lockes Vpon the earth the sea the trees and rockes Espide a fairer shining here below Pluckt in his head no more his face durst show Now England England shake off sad annoy Thy forts are full replenished
Booke what newes what dost thou dreame Or art thou quite distract of sense bereaued Or do thy Thoughts discusse on dolefull Theame Bo. Yea sure I dream'd yet not by Dreames deceiued For in my Dreame me thought thou badst me post Through euery Countrie Citie farre and neare To take my lodging with each erabbed Host And beare the lash of each lend Censurer Aut. Why so thou must then run no time delay Stand not amaz'd at euery carping braine And if thou meetst a Cynicke by the way If he looke grim looke sterne on him againe But if graue Cato chance to meete with thee And deigne on thine his Iudgement to suspend Do thou him reuerence low with cap and knee Tell him for learn'd aduice to him I send Book What if proud Argas meet me in the street Who robs Apollo of that sacred Fire Which kindleth ardent rage in his cold sprite And driues his muddie-frost-bit-Braine t' aspire He 'le turne me ore and tosse me in his snare Chopping my Subiect in his snarling chaps And in his turning turne my coate threed-bare Within the pocket of his threed-bare stops Aut. What that staru'd hungrie catch-pole-paper knaue Who ne're durst looke harsh Horace in the face That stealing-Sense that Sentence-snatching slaue Who feeds on fragments scraped from each place What he that doth his Braines a begging send For some ragg'd Theame to comment on at large Catching a puddle-wharfe-Discourse by th' end Chaunts it like whore-house tales in westerne Barge Who he that still his Sun-burnt Sense inclines To turne his state till faine to turne his purse And teares his huing from lasciuious lines Turnes Good to Naught and Naught doth turne to worse What he whose Wit the whore and strumpet plaies Got great with child by Latines two or three And then cries out for midwife neuer staies Deliuerd of some monstrous Bastardie Turne him off to the whipping-post of Time Tell him his loathsome stinking breath infects thee Then turne his chaps to chop some rascall Rime To chew some hobling doggrell Balladrie But if he sweares he 'le turne thy coate with spight And turne thee leafe by leafe and line by line Bid him go turne his nap-lesse coate by night Who turnes his coate more oft then thou turn'st thine Book But he that on his Sattins seates his Thought Sinking to hell betweene his Dockesies armes Will turne his Fore-top sweare by heau'n t' is nought As though that oath coniur'd like Magicke charmes Aut. Turne that word Naught downe to his heart againe From whence that viprous terme forc't free accesse Where caues of vgly venim'd Snakes remaine There let naught sting his soule without redresse Book Yet will Carnalitie the vsuring Atheist The Murtherer the immane Sodomite The Cruell man and terr ene Sensualist Turne are my leaues and teare them in despite Turne backe with scorne my wholesome Counsell giu'n Turning me off my graue aduice expell Aut. Then turne them vp into the hands of Heau'n who 'le turne them downe into the chaps of hell Now get thee hence post on with turning Rime Turning thy sense to all thy selfe to paine And turne thy hap to euery turne of Time Though to thy selfe returnes the smallest gaine Vade ambula volens iusta R. B. De Argumento huius Libri encomium EN tibi depingit Diuúm benè gesta Libellus Funcra Magnatum lugubria Fota virorum Sicvolat ipsa dies velox vt semita Phoebi Ore vorat tacito fallitq volubilis aetas Tabida depellit cunctus incorpore morbos Instruit exemplis inopem detorquet aegrum Vis prudens fieri sis foelix temporis ipse Filius vt renouat varios aduertito motus Augescunt aliae gentes aliae minuuntur Mortenigra breuner mutantur saecla animantum Et quasicursores vitarum Lampada tradunt Fulmine diuino trepidat sic mundus iniquue Libri Authoris Encomium COgitur iste Liber mel tanquam floribus horte Musaico nitidis splendens lectisque coronis Tempore sis foelix foelix Genio quoque tempus Lauriferas laudes sapiens cantabit Apollo Tempure confulges insusus Palladis arte Tu quia Pernassimontes renouasque ruinas Tempore virescis brumali tempore flores Nectare perlautus hauslisq Aganyppidis vndis Tempore frendit Aper ringitq Lupus Leo rugit Tu tamen in mundo vt splendet lucebis Eóus Tempora temporibus transuertis tabida firmis Foelici viridis decoret te tempore laurus T. G. To the iudiciall Reader I write not of victorious Hanniball Of Romes old murthered sons nor Pompeys fall Of valiant Hector nor Achilles shield Burning Vesuvius nor th' Elysian field Nor of huge arme-strong Hercul's Iôle Of lone-sicke Attis nor beauteous Danaë To whom she prison'd in a mured Tower Old Saturnes sonne rain'd downe the siluer shower Nor of Ioues conquering heire nor Pryaps bed Nor of the sports of wanton Ganimed But of that Faire the fairest of Earths Faire To whom in troupes supernall Nymphs repaire A shining Diamond a radiant Bright Which in earths Center yeeldeth clearest Light A precious Pearle cleare as Aurora's Sun Whose hote-reflecting beames will not be done A glorious Starre to Heau'n and Earth combin'd The brightest Gemme that ere in Albion shin'd Of heighth of depth of earth of heau'n of hell Of vgly monsters shapes that do excell Ofioy of wo of horror mirth and feare Of restlesse Motions whirl'd about the Sphare And turn'd circumferent with Typhonian Time Thus Time hath task't me to a turning Rime Two ardent Passions kindled by Desire VVithin my breast at once began t' aspire Griefe bad me write but Ioy straight answerd nay Ioy bad me sing then Griefe aduis'd me stay Griefe waxed pale while Ioy more sterne did show Ioy sprightly stood Griefe scorn'd the ouerthrow Thus Ioy and Griefe striuing with aduerse spite Twixt Griefe and Ioy I fram'd my pen to write For turne-coate Time perforce directs my quill To vrge it sing consorting to his will But sith my Muse wants that Heroicke spirit In stately straines to eternize their merit Proiects her selfe to grauer Iudgements sight Catching swift-winged Time on instant flight If smooth-toung'd Caliop these lines peruse The want of Age doth want of Art excuse My head 's ingirt with iuie not with baies Ordain'd for deeper wits that merit praise Friendly scan all yet scandalize me not VVith the detracting Toung of euery Sot If well then censure well if ill dispraise it Yet would I know if he be wise that sayes it Nec Momum nec Mimum metuo TIME Is a Turne-coate OR Englands threefold Metamorphosis Post tristia Leta Panà ite Pierides vestro sacra ostia vati YE foule-fac'd Furies which the Stygian keepe Ye grizly Feends of the Cymmerian deepe Ye hel-hounds droupe and howle in sulphur'd caues Stand ye amaz'd grim Plutoes damned slaues Rise vp from torride lakes and gaze afarre Loe Earth presents to Heau'n a glistering Starre Ye Powers diuine which in the heau'nsare fixed Ye Spirits that with the
would in hell be charactred his shame O mightie Ioue omnipotent in Might O I Earths-worme craule fore thy gracious sight O God ô King of kings maiesticall O who can stand when thou commandst to fall Thy Grace shines perfect indiniduall Thy glorious Power extends it selfe to all Thy Mercies passe the numbers of the sand Thy Fountaines flow thy Wel-springs neuer stand Turne downe thine Eye behold my mournfull griefe Turne these my christall teares to Pearles of life Turne backe thy face from my corruptions Turne these corrections to Instructions My Soule surmounts Aurora's dew-moist Larke My Sense is kindled with a sacred Sparke My Heart is rapt aboue the third Degree My Sprite with loftie euolence flies to thee Thou art that Balne wherewith my soule is cured Thou art that Law whereto my heart 's adiured Thou art that Mount whereon my sprite must rest Thou art that House wherein my Sense lines blest Then will thy soules Phisitian come to thee Ministring Mercie to thy miserie And cheare thy Senses with supernall Food Which shall redound to thy immortall good Thy heart will then desire amongst the blest To be dissolued and to sleepe in rest And as the Sunne 's most swift at his descending So shalt thou be most blessed at thy ending London with teares thy grieuous sins lament Thy flintic heart with humblenesse relent With fastings mournings greet him by the way Preuent his plagues with spacious Niniue And purge the inward Man of foule Offence That God may purge thee of this Pestilence Imbrace his Loue as sweet Preferuatiue If in heau'ns Eden thou dost meane to thriue Discute that damn'd-aspiring Enemie That puft-sterne-dropsie-swelling surquedrie Of Selfe-conceit which suffocates thy Soule And in thy Heart doth Puritie controule Lest thy Selfe-ruine so be brought to passe As to the Basiliske which in a glasse Beholds his beautie long vntill at length He be depriued of his vitall strength And whiles the glasse his beautie foorth doth send His owne reflecting-poison workes his end Or lest thy Springs be turn'd to Gulfes of blood And Beautie drown'd in faire Narcissus flood To muse on Heau'n thy Senses eleuate To walke vpright thy Spirit animate Let not heau'ns Light obscure thy dazeled eye And be the Deaths-man to Virilitie Let not th' Ambassage of the glorious Lord And powerfull Essence of his sacred VVord Lifes pure Elixer Sun-shine of thy Day VVhich can with Ioy Hearts corasiues allay Harden thy heart and eke thy soule compell To tread the broad-beat-path that leades to hell As scorching Titan with his ardent ray Dissolues the waxe and obdurates the clay So doth Heau'ns voice the humane heart relent Or workes it harder then the sparkling Flint Approou'd by Pharaoh who would neuer grant His heart being clos'd in tombes of Adamant A free dismisment to poore Israel Bur did the Legate of heau'ns Lord dispell And gainst his Prophet did peruersly stand Till Ione sent foorth strange plagues vpon his land So hath thy Toad-swel'd proud rebellious hart Increas'd the rigor of thy generall smart Which at thy gates hath forc'd Intrusion To thy Conuersion or Confusion Therefore in Ioue gush out pure streames of teares Enuiron round thy heart with sacred Feares And to renounce thy crimes with Zeale intend Lest Heau'n reserue thee to a fearefull end Shake hands with Sin and bid him now Farewell Prepare thy Soule with Godlinesse to dwell Redeeme that Time which thou haft lewdly spent In this Times-turne with Faith be penitent For Heau'n hath sent thee to thy soules desire More blessings then earths Nature could require So many Graces to thy hearts Content Which to the World doth argue wonderment But sith from him thou turnedst backe thy face He turn'd these Mercies to thy deepe disgrace And tedious Taxes fastned on thy head In that thy Pride was not abandoned But still relapse from Grace and fall from Truth The Nerues of Age the Complements of Youth You immane Atheists who in darknesse dwell To horride Diuels the damned Centinell Affoording Nature that sole high renowne Which natures Author weareth as a crowne Old grandam Earth doth loath your noysome breath That die in life and liue to liue in death Th' insatiat Gulfe prognosticates your merits It grieues the Aire to feed your vitall spirits Can new-borne Sucklings frame their steps to go Can Youth graue Eld Experiences show Can the Puple his learned Tutor teach Can the damn'd Reprobate heau'ns Towers reach Can the Pallace direct the Framers hand To build so firme that it for ay might stand Or can base Nature cauteriz'd with shame Abstract one Iod from Ioues great glorious name Can abiect Dust by heau'ns predestinate Though collocated in Angellike state Assume or derogate that Worke diuine Which can to nought but filthinesse incline With terror muse with trembling cogitate To higher Thoughts your soules exasperate Heau'n is the Iusticer of Natures hart Nature 's the workmanship of heau'ns great Art Art is the roote of humane natures Skill Skill letteth loose the reines of Natures Will Will workes th' Effects of Natures owne decay Decay must Nature God perfists for ay How could her power confirme Times Accident Turning sad woes with ioyes circumferent How could th' Effect without th' Efficient Redound these glorious graces imminent To Albions comfort by Iehoua wrought When Hope lay frustrate of aspiring thought Then when the Zodiacke of Earths Sun was ended And our Horizon on the Fates attended Who rob'd Apollo of that fairest Faire Whose bright Meridian guilded Albions Aire Yet of aires benefite it selfe depriued From frozen Pole a brighter Sun reuiued It led to th' Occident of fatall Rest A clearer Orient started out from West Againe to mixe the poyson of Annoy With her delightsome cordials of Ioy Amidst her chearefull wines to mingle in The bitter Potion of the dregs of Sin Now search your hearts in heart imagine now Hels deepe damnation branded on your brow O gaze to heau'n grouel not on the ground Earth you corrupts in Heau'n all ioyes are found Heau'n is the hauen of true perfect rest Heau'n is that place assigned to the blest Heau'n tendreth all that do heau'ns Truth auerre Heau'n trophees yeelds to Natures Conquerer Therefore awake from th'Ecstasin of Shame By earthly Conquest purchase heau'nly Fame Out of your hearts Earths drugs euacuate To heau'ns great All all praises arrogate Accurst to Hell such as 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Do calcitrate against the gates of Heau'n Now sith ô Albion Ione hath full decreed To send thee succour at thy extreme need Shrowding thee vnder his Al-couering wing And still protecting thee from Sorrowes sting Be gratefull therefore to his Soueraigne Might Who alwaies held thee gracious in his sight In thee no rumors runne of ciuill warres Nor of Sedition and tumultuous iarres But all with joynt applause do sing of Peace Of plenteous Autumnes and a sweet Increase O sacred Peace by thee are onely found Th'exceeding ioyes that euery where abound Thankes sacred Ione
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