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Davids troubles remembred in 1. Absolons sheep-shearing. 2. Ioab projecting. 3. Bathsheba bathing. 4. Israel rebelling. 5. Ahitophel hanging. 6. David returning.
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Aylett, Robert, 1583-1655?, attributed name.
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ophel Oh how did knees then bow and voyces ring God save King Ahsolon God save the King So fond of new so made their old to leave As if all fail'd they would themselves deceive But oh I cannot but with horror tell The bellish counsell of Achitophel Who strongly to secure his part and faction Before he ran too farre into the action And lest upon a filiall submission Thou shouldst be reconcil'd and grant remission Besides the usurpation of thy State He counsels him thy bed to violate That if high Treason could not make all sure Most horrid incest should his part secure For when they thy ten Concubines did find Which thou to keep thy house hadst left behind He counsell gave to spread an open Tent Upon thy houses highest Bâ—ttlemâ—nt Where Absolon with ev'ry of them lyes Before the Sun and all the peoples eyes Which damned counsell and most beastly spectacâ—e They all approve ev'n as an heavenly Oracle Most divellish plot saith David now I see The danger of Hells deepest policy Where wickednesse and wisdome both combine None can defend us but a power divine In this deepe plot see how Achitophel Doth imitate the Counsellor of Hell Who gives like counsell unto every son Of God as here he puts on Absolon To bring 's past hope of reconciliation He thus inâ—idiates each mans inclination Can he but make us Traitors to Heavens King What sin 's so foul but he on us will bring From ease to sloth from sloth to foul excesse From thence to lust from lust to wantonnesse Incest Adultery and Homicide Which at the first we seek to cloke and hide But grown in time by custome past all shame Upon our houses tops the same proclaime O subtile Polititian wicked fool Achitophel taught in an Atheists School Can one that thinks of God that judgeth right Hope by such crimes to prosper in his sight Thou either thinkst there is no God of might Or else resolv'st with Satan his despight But he that in the heaven above doth raign Thee scornes and thine imaginations vain Thy hellish counsell and this filthy lust Serve but to execute his judgements just I closely did by lust my God offend He payes me openly what I did lend I privily my Subject did betray My son acts treason in the open day Profoundest depth the Almighties sapience Thus turns our sins into just punishments Yet leaves th' offenders without all excuse Their malice is their own his but the use Oh that my Absolon my son would yet Return I all offences would forget For I have many more than these committed Against my God yet hath he all remitted And though the Divill like Achitophel Had almost plung'd me in the jawes of Hell And so provok'd my Fathers indignation There was small hope of reconciliation Yet I no sooner did repent and pray But God repli'd thy sinnes are done away Oh high exceeding riches of his Grace Which all his works in heaven and earth surpasse As Absolon this wickednesse hath done In sight of men of Angels and the Sun So adde we sin to sin till past all shame On houses highest tops we them proclaim Should each mans secret sinnes be seen to other Alas who would indure to see his Brother But all of them are open in his eye Yet he to save us is content to dye And at the time appointed will be slain Mean while th' innocent Lamb endures the pain Oh who can mind that Lambs sweet patience And not remit all wrongs without offence Then David pour'd out such a floud of teares His servants all lament not one forbeares For as a stone in midst of water thrown Makes circle after circle till 't is grown So large it opens ev'n from side to side Ev'n so did Davids lamentations slide Through all the Camp that Ionathan forbeares His farther speech and joynes with Davids teares THE FIFTH BOOKE Ahithophel hanging OH that so impious an Achitophel Should counsell in the Court of Israel So wise a Senator to such a King Should end his dayes so fondly in a string See what becomes of wisdom without grace And compassing bad ends by vices base They through the wayes of blindest error tend And like to their beginning have an end And now the King repressed had his teares When Ionathan begins thus to his eares Soon as the villain had by this devise Made Absolon thus odious in thine eyes Lo he invents a second policy Thus to secure a sudden victory Chuse me saith he twelve thousand men to fight And I will set upon the King this night All wearied now he with so weak a hand Cannot our unexpected force withstand I will amaze his host and smite the King And home in peace to thee thy people bring Pernicious counsell who did this prevent Saith David had my son twelve thousand sent Against us when we lay on th' other side Of Iordan I and all my host had di'd We then were unprepar'd faint wearied Our courage danted and our spirits dead Thy Son and Elders all of Israel Saith Ionathan did like tâ—is Counsell well But Hushai thy old favorite and friend Came unto Absolon and did pretend To do him service and thus bowing prayes God grant the King long life and happy dayes Is this thy kindnesse saith he thou dost show Unto thy friend why didst not with him go My Lord saith Hushai thou this day shalt prove That I the King did more than David love For with the man God and the people give By voyce this Kingdome I resolve to live And be his servant if thou please to grace Me so that I may stand before thy face The service I with David have begun Shall be continued to the King his son Thus to such trust he with the King is grown He makes his secret counsell to him known Amongst the rest this of Achitophel Which he as politiquely did refell My gracious Lord saith Hushai 't is a thing Of highest wisdome to advise a King But now so deep a Counsellor of State Hath gone before it doth me more amate Achitophels advise is alwayes prime Yet not to be allowed at this time Thou knowst thy Father and his men be strong And have in warres been exercised long Who neither weary nor weak-handed are But chaufed like a fierce and angry Beare Rob'd of her whelps Besides thy Father's wise Most expert in all warlike exercise And will not with his men lodge in the plain Lo many caves and holes do yet remain Which were his haunts when in the wildernesse Saul sought him and his Army to oppresse From whence he on a sudden will affright Thy men some killing putting some to flight So shall a rumour streight abroad be blown That thou and all thy host be overthrown The King hath oft been prov'd too strong to yeeld Thou never trid'st thy fortune in the field Be well prepar'd in thy first enterprise For thereby doth thy credit fall or rise The people ebbe and flow ev'n
to invite Her to the Court sometimes to take delight Till her belov'd Vriah did return And not to sit all day at home and mourn Glad was the woman that her Lord and King Did so much for her Husbands honouring And sayes though for Vriahs safe retire To pray and mourn I onely do desire I will my self and him this thing denay Ere I my gracious King will disobey Soon as the King her in the Court doth see Amongst the Ladies like faire Cypresse Tree Amongst the Shrubs or Cynthia shining bright Amid the twinkling Starres in frosty night He first begins her beauty to commend And blushing kist her cheek and calls her friend And said that if he might a servant be To such a beautious Mistris his degree Of State should bow her humbly to observe And do his best her favour to deserve Thus though her Husbands Honour first did bring This Dame to Court yet proud now that a King Should there confesse he did such service owe For few faire Ladies but their beauty know As ready was to take as he to offer All Complements of Court the King would proffer Not once suspecting such a godly King Would offer her the least dishonouring Nor could all Satans cunning him have brought At first to entertaine so foule a thought But as a simple Lambe on flowrie banks Of Iordan bounds and leaps and plaâ—es his pranks Till his faire shadow in the watry glasse He spies which seemes the substance to surpasse Whereon he nigher comes and comes to look Till unawares he falls into the brook Whence he may strive to get out but in vain The streames by force him carry to the Main Even so the King at first begins to play With her pure hand as on his Couch he lay Then gazing on her eyes and modest face Reflecting beauties like a Looking-glasse He unawares in Beauties snare is took Ev'n as the Lamb was drowned in the Brook Oh lothsomnesse deceitfulnesse of sinne The sweetnesse bitternesse we finde therein Beginnings fawnings growing terrour smart Our weaknesse Satans envie mans false heart Thus Mortals which to Heaven should seek the way As Fishes which in fresher water play Swim in delights and lustfull pleasures all Till unawares they in the dead-sea fall But as you evermore shall see one sinne Beget another to lye hidden in So David his Adultery to hide Commits first drunkennesse then homicide For she perceiving that she had conceiv'd And fearing lest for being so deceiv'd The Lords and all the people would her blame Because her Lord could not beget the same Who had been three full months to battail gone Before her bathing and the act was done She hereof closely certifies the King Who seeks thus to provide a covering He sends to me a Letter which requir'd Vriah home as if he had desir'd To know by him how all things did succeed But 't was to father what his wife did breed In brief Vriah comes and doth relate To David mine and all the peoples state And how the warres went on and prospered Then David wisht him get him home to bed Refresh thy self thy journey hath been great And after him he sends a messe of meat But brave Vriah hating all delight Or pleasure which disabled him to fight Among the Guard did all that night attend Nor would to his own house and wife descend Which when the King next morrow understands He of Vriah thus the cause demands Brave Hittite may thy King the reason know Why this last night when thou didst from me go You went not home but tarryed with my Gard As of thy journey thou hadst no regard Who said the Arke with Iudah Israel And my Lord Ioab in their Tents do dwell Abroad i' th' field What then shall I alone Lye with my wife and eat and drink at home As thy soule lives and as thou liv'st O King I am resolved not to do this thing The King yet caus'd him in the City stay All that and afterwards another day In hope at last he to his wife would go But when he found that this way would not do He makes him in his presence sup that night And drink down healths untill his head was light Yet he his wife regarded nere the more But with the Gard all night lay as before Oh such brave Spirits saith Abishai would raise Unto themselves and us immortall praise Were they but as they due deserve regarded But see saith Ioab how this was rewarded He brings a Letter sign'd with Davids hand To me which did to this effect command Of thee and of thy host I did inquire By this and finde all things as I desire This onely now to thee I do not find This Hittite answerable to my mind And therefore set him formost in the fight Where thou discern'st the men of greatest might And when he is in danger soon retire And let him dye No other cause inquire Of thy King David Having this command My part was to obey and not to stand In disputation were it wrong or right And therefore where I saw most men of might Defend the walls I brave Vriah sent Where all succeeded just to mine intent Of Davids servants many likewise fell Both of Iudea and of Israel Whereof when first I certifi'd the King He seemed much displeased with the thing But when he heard Vriah also di'd His wrath appeas'd he thus again repli'd Salute thou Ioab tell him after-care Or grief avails not 'gainst the chance of Warre For thus the sword doth usually devoure All that do come within his reach or power Be not discourag'd make thine Armie strong To be reveng'd of this and all our wrong What said his wife saith Abishai hereto Ev'n mourn'd for fashion as â—ich widdowes do Saith Ioab but as soon as that was done The King her makes his wife and takes her home The joy to be a Queen soon dryes her eyes And with her husbands murtherer she lyes Wondrous iniquity saith Abishai I never heard the like untill this day A head distemper'd thus cannot but ake And make the heart and all the members shake He were a man of wondrous wisdome sure That could to this disease apply a cure Is not one Prophet left in Israel That dares the King of these offences tell Yes sure saith Ioab there 's a skilfull one Hath searcht this sore unto the very bone Good Nathan yet with such a gentle hand He made the King his faults to understand By telling others so the sore did presse With prudent gentle pious tendernesse For Prophets that reprove such faults in Kings Must strike at one to sound out other strings And not reproach their errours to their faces Nor publish to the people their disgraces Since Bathsheb as conception did begin The King slept in this Lethargy of sinne They both had like beginning life and growth And have like bringing forth and birth of both As skilfull Leech to cure his Patients ills With gold oft covers biâ—ter wholsome