EVTHYMIAE RAPTVS OR The Teares of PEACE With Interlocutions By GEO. CHAPMAN AT LONDON Printed by H. L. for Rich. â—onian and H. Walleâ— and are to be solde at the spread-eagle neere the great North-door of S. Pauls Church 1609. TO THE HIGH BORN PRINCE OF MEN HENRIE THRICE-ROYALL INHERITOVR TO THE VNITED KINGDOMS OF GREAT BRITANNE THE TEARES OF PEACE INDVCTIO NOw that our Soueraign the great King of Peace Hath in her grace outlabour'd Hercules And past his Pillars stretcht her victories Since as he were sole Soule t'all Royalties He moues all Kings in this vast Vniuerse To cast chaste Nettes on th'impious lust of Mars See All and imitate his goodnesse still That hauing cleard so well warres outward ill Hee God-like still employes his firme desires To cast learn'd ynke vpon those inwarde fires That kindle worse Warre in the mindes of men Like to incense the outward Warre againe Selfe-loue inflaming so mens sensuall bloud That all good publique drownes in priuate good And that sinks vnder his owne ouer-freight Mens Reasons and their Learnings shipwrackt quite And their Religion that should still be One Takes shapes so many that most know 't in none Which I admiring since in each man shinde A light so cleere that by it all might finde Being well informd their obiect perfect Peace Which keepes the narrow path to Happinesse In that discourse I shund as is my vse The iarring preace and all their times abuse T' enioy least trodden fieldes and fre'est shades Wherein of all the pleasure that inuades The life of man and flies all vulgar feet Since silent meditation is most sweet I sat to it discoursing what maine want So ransackt man that it did quite supplant The inward Peace I spake of letting in At his loose veines sad warre and all his sinne When sodainely a comfortable light Brake through the shade and after it the sight Of a most graue and goodly person shinde With eys turnd vpwards was outward blind But inward past and future things he sawe And was to both and present times their lawe His sacred bosome was so full of fire That t' was transparent and made him expire His breath in flames that did instruct me thought And as my soule were then at full they wrought At which I casting downe my humble eyes Not daring to attempt their feruencies He thus bespake me Deare minde do not feare My strange apparance Now t' is time t'outweare Thy bashfull disposition and put on As confident a countnance as the Sunne For what hast thou to looke on more diuine And horrid then man is as hee should shine And as he doth what free'd from this worlds strife What he is entring and what ending life All which thou onely studiest and clost knowe And more then which is onely sought for showe Thou must not vnderualue what thou hast In weighing it with that which more is grac't The worth that weigheth in ward should not long For outward prices This should make thee strong In thy close value Nought so good can be As that which lasts good betwixt God and thee Remember thine owne verse Should Heauen turn Hell For deedes well done I would do euer well This heard with ioy enough to breake the twine Of life and soule so apt to breake as mine I brake into a trance and then remainde Like him an onely soule and so obtainde Such bouldnesse by the sense hee did controule That I set looke to looke and soule to soule I view'd him at his brightest though alas With all acknowledgement of what hee was Beyond what I found habited in me And thus I spake O thou that blinde dost see My hart and soule what may I reckon thee Whose heauenly look showes not nor voice sounds man I am sayd hee that spirit Elysian That in thy natiue ayre and on the hill Next Hitchins left hand did thy bosome fill With such a flood of soule that thou wert faine With â—â—clamations of her Rapture then To vent it to the Echoes of the vale When meditating of me a sweet gale Brought me vpon thee and thou didst inherit My true sense for the time then in my spirit And I inuisiblie went prompting thee To those fayre Greenes where thou didst english me Scarce he had vttered this when well I knewe It was my Princes Homer whose deare viewe Renew'd my gratefull memorie of the grace His Highnesse did me for him which in face Me thought the Spirit show'd was his delight And added glory to his heauenly plight Who tould me he brought stay to all my state That hee was Angell to me Starre and Fate Aduancing Colours of good hope to me And tould me my retired age should see Heauens blessing in a free and harmelesse life Conduct me through Earths peace-pretending strife To that true Peace whose search I still intend And to the calme Shore of a loued ende But now as I cast round my rauisht eye To see if this free Soule had companie Or that alone hee louingly pursude The hidden places of my Solitude He rent a Cloude downe with his burning hand That at his backe hung twixt me and a Land Neuer inhabited and sayd Now behould What maine defect it is that doth enfould The World in ominious flatteries of a Peace So full of worse then warre whose sterne encrease Deuours her issue With which words I view'd A Lady like a Deitie indew'd But weeping like a woman and made way Out of one Thicket that sawe neuer day Towards another bearing vnderneath Her arme a Coffine for some prize of death And after her in funerall forme did goe The woddes foure-footed Beasts by two and two A Male and Female matcht of euerie kinde And after them with like instinct enclinde The ayrie Nation felt her sorrowes stings Fell on the earth kept rancke and hung their wings Which sight I much did pittie and admire And longd to knowe the dame that could inspire Those Bestials with such humane Forme and ruthe And how I now should knowe the hidden Truthe As Homer promist of that maine defect That makes men all their inward Peace reiect For name of outward Then hee tooke my hand Led to her and would make my selfe demand Though he could haue resolv'd me what shee was And from what cause those strange effects had pass For whom She bore that Coffine and so mournd To all which with all mildensse she returnd Aunswere that she was Peace sent down from heauen With charge from the Almightie Deitie giuen T' attend on men who now had banisht her From their societies and made her erre In that wilde desert onely Humane loue Banisht in like sort did a longtime proue That life with her but now alas was dead And lay in that wood to bee buried For whom she bore that Coffine and did mourne And that those Beasts were so much humane borne That they in nature felt a loue to Peace For which they followd her when men did cease This went so
good life is all Liue well ye Learnd and all men ye enthrall Interlâ— Alas they are discourag'd in their courses And like surpris'd Forts beaten from their forces Bodies on Rights of Soules did neuer growe With ruder Rage then barbarous Torrents flowe Ouer their sacred Pastures bringing in Weedes and all rapine Temples now begin To suffer second deluge Sinne-drownde Beasts Making their Altars crack and the filde Nests Of vulturous Fowles filling their holy places For wonted Ornaments and Religious graces Pea. The chiefe cause is since they themselues betraie Take their Foes baites for some particular swaie T' inuert their vniuersall and this still Is cause of all ills else their liuing ill Int. Alas that men should striue for others swaie But first to rule themselues And that being waie To all mens Bliss why is it trod by none And why are rules so dully lookt vpon That teach that liuely Rule Pea. O horrid thing T is Custome powres into your common spring Such poyson of Example in things vaine That Reason nor Religion can constraine Mens sights of serious things and th' onely cause That neither humane nor celestiall lawes Drawe man more compasse is his owne slacke bent T' intend no more his proper Regiment Where if your Actiue men or men of action Their Policie Auarice Ambition Faction Would turne to making strong their rule of Passion To search and settle them in Approbation Of what they are and shal be which may be By Reason in despight of Policie And in one true course couch their whole Affaires To one true blisse worth all the spawne of theirs If halfe the idle speech men Passiue spend At sensuall meetings when they recommend Their sanguine Soules in laughters to their Peace Were spent in Counsailes how they might decrease That frantique humour of ridiculous blood Which addes they vainely thinke to their liues flood And so conuerted in true humane mirth To speech what they shall be dissolv'd from Earth In bridling it in flesh with all the scope Of their owne knowledge here and future hope If last of all your Intellectiue men Would mixe the streames of euery iarring Penne. In one calme Current that like land flouds now Make all Zeales bounded Riuers ouer-flowe Firme Truth with question euery howre pursue And yet will have no question all is true Search in that troubled Ocean for a Ford That by it selfe runnes and must beare accord In each mans self by banishing falshood there Wrath lust pride earthy thoughts before elsewhere For as in one man is the world inclosde So to forme one it should be all disposde If all these would concurre to this one end It would aske all their powres and all would spend Life with that reall sweetnesse which they dreame Comes in with obiects that are meere extreame And make them outward pleasures still apply Which neuer can come in but by that key Others aduancements others Fames desiring Thirsting exploring praysing and admiring Like lewd adultererers that their owne wiues scorne And other mens with all their wealth adorne Why in all outraying varyed ioyes and courses That in these errant times tire all mens forces Is this so common wonder of our dayes That in poore foretimes such a fewe could raise So many wealthy Temples and these none All were deuout then all deuotions one And to one end conuerted and when men Giue vp themselues to God all theirs goes then A few well-giuen are worth a world of ill And worlds of Powre not worth one poore good-will And what 's the cause that being but one Truth spreds About the world so manie thousand heads Of false Opinions all self-lov'd as true Onely affection to things more then due One Error kist begetteth infinite How can men finde truth in waies opposite And with what force they must take opposite wayes When all haue opposite obiects Truth displaies One colourd ensigne and the world pursues Ten thousand colours see to iudge who vse Truth in their Arts what light their liues doe giue For wherefore doe they study but to liue See I Eternities streight milke-white waie And One in this life 's crooked vanities straie And shall I thinke he knowes Truth following Error This onely this is the infallible myrror To showe why Ignorants with learn'd men vaunt And why your learn'd men are so ignorant Why euery Youth in one howre will be old In euery knowledge and why Age doth mould Then As in Rules of true Philosophie There must be euer due Analogie Betwixt the Powre that knowes and that is knowne So surely ioynde that they are euer one The vnderstanding part transcending still To that it vnderstands that to his skill All offering to the Soule the Soule to God By which do all things make their Period In his high Powre and make him All in All So to ascend the high-heauen-reaching Skale Of mans true Peace and make his Art entire By calming all his Errors in desire Which must preceede that higher happinesse Proportion still must trauerse her accesse Betwixt his powre and will his Sense and Soule And euermore th'exorbitance controule Of all forms passing through the bodies Powre Till in the soule they rest as in their Towre Int. But as Earths grosse and elementall fire Cannot maintaine it selfe but doth require Fresh matter still to giue it heate and light And when it is enflam'd mounts not vpright But struggles in his lame impure ascent Now this waie works and then is that waie bent Not able straight t' aspire to his true Sphere Where burns the fire eternall and sincere So best soules here with heartiest zeales enflam'd In their high flight for heauen earth-broos'd and lam'd Make many faint approches and are faine VVith much vnworthy matter to sustaine Their holiest fire and with sick feathers driuen And broken Pinions flutter towards heauen Peace The cause is that you neuer will bestowe Your best t' enclose your liues twixt God and you To count the worlds Loue Fame Ioy Honour nothing But life with all your loue to it betrothing To his loue his recomfort his rewarde Since no good thought calls to him but is heard Nor neede you thinke this strange since he is there Present within you euer euery where Where good thoughts are for Good hath no estate Without him nor himself is without That If then this Commerce stand twixt you entire Trie if he either grant not each desire Or so conforme it to his will in staie That you shall finde him there in the delaie As well as th' instant grant And so prooue right How easie his deare yoke is and how light His equall burthen whether this Commerce Twixt God and man be so hard or peruerse In composition as the Raritie Or no-where-patterne of it doth implie Or if in worrhy contemplation It do not tempt beyond comparison Of all things worldly Sensualitie Nothing so easie all Earths Companie Like Rubarb or the drugges of Thessalie Compar'd in taste with that sweet O trie then If
that contraction by the God of men Of all the lawe and Prophets layd vpon The tempting Lawyer were a lode that None Had powre to stand beneath If Gods deare loue Thy Conscience do not at first sight approue Deare aboue all things And so passe this shelfe To loue withall thy Neighbour as thy selfe Not loue as much but as thy selfe in this To let it be as free as thine owne is Without respect of profit or reward Deceipt or flatterie politique regard Or anie thing but naked Charitie Interlo I call euen God himselfe to testifie For men I know but fewe that farre aboue All to be here desir'd I rate his loue Thanks to his still-kist-hand that so hath fram'd My poore and abiect life and so inflam'd My soule with his sweete all-want-seasoning loue In studying to supply though not remoue My desert fortunes and vnworthinesse With some wisht grace from him that might expresse His presence with me and so dignifie My life to creepe on earth behold the skie And giue it meanes enough for this lowe plight Though hitherto with no one houres delight Heartie or worthie but in him alone Who like a carefull guide hath hal'd me on And euery minute sinking made we swimme To this calme Shore hid with his Sonne in him And here ay me as trembling I looke back I fall againe and in my hauen wracke Still being perswaded by the shamelesse light That these are dreames of my retired Night That all my Reading Writing all my paines Are serious trifles and the idle vaines Of an vnthriftie Angell that deludes My simple fancie and by Fate extendes My Birth-accurst life from the blisse of men And then my hands I wring my bosome then Beate and could breake ope fill th' inraged Ayre And knock at heauen with sighs inuoke Despaire At once to free the tyr'd Earth of my lode That these recoiles that Reason doth explode Religion damns and my arm'd Soule defies Wrastles with Angels telling Heauen it lies If it denie the truth his Spirit hath writ Grauen in my soule and there eternisde it Should beat me from that rest and that is this That these prodigious Securities That all men snore-in drowning in vise liues The Soules of men because the bodie thriues Are Witch-crafts damnable That all learnings are Foolish and false that with those vile liues square That these sowre wizzards that so grauely scorne Learning with good life kinde gainst kinde suborne And are no more wise then their shades are men Which as my finger can goe to my Penne I can demonstrate that our knowledges Which we must learne if euer we professe Knowledge of God or haue one Notion true Are those which first and most we should pursue That in their searches all mens actiue liues Are so farre short of their contemplatiues As Bodies are of Soules This life of Next And so much doth the Forme and whole Context Of matter seruing one exceede the other That Heauen our Father is as Earth our Mother And therefore in resemblance to approue Who are the true bredde fatherd by his loue As Heauen it selfe doth only virtually Mix with the Earth his Course still keeping hie And Substance vndisparag'd though his Beames Are dround in many dung-hils and their Steames To vs obscure him yet he euer shines So though our soules beames digge in bodies Mines To finde them rich discourses through their Senses And meet with many myddins of offences Whose Vapours choke their Organes yet should they Disperse them by degrees because their swaie In Powre is absolute And in that Powre shine As firme as heauen heauen nothing so diuine All this I holde and since that all truth else That all else knowe or can holde staies and dwelles On these grounds vses and should all contend Knowing our birth here serues but for this end To make true meanes and waies t' our second life To plie those studies and holde euery strife To other ends more then to amplifie Adorne and sweeten these deseruedly As balls cast in our Race and but grasse knitt From both sides of our Path t' ensnare our wit And thus because the gaudie vulgar light Burns vp my good thoughts form'd in temperate Night Rising to see the good Moone oftentimes Like the poore virtues of these vicious times Labour as much to lose her light as when She fills her waning horns And how like men Raisd to high Places Exhalations fall That would be thought Starres I le retire from all The hot glades of Ambition Companie That with their vainenesse make this vanitie And coole to death in shaddowes of this vale To which end I will cast this Serpents skale This loade of life in life this fleshie stone This bond and bundle of corruption This breathing Sepulcher this spundge of griefe This smiling Enemie this household-thiefe This glasse of ayre broken with lesse then breath This Slaue bound face to face to death till death And consecrate my life to you and yours In which obiection if that Powre of Powers That hath reliev'd me thus farre with a hand Direct and most immediate still will stand Betwixt me and the Rapines of the Earth And giue my poore paines but such gratious birth As may sustaine me in my desert Age With some powre to my will I still will wage Warre with that false Peace that exileth you And in my prayd for freedome euer vow Teares in these shades for your teares till mine eyes Poure out my soule in better sacrifise Peace Nor doubt good friend but God to whom I see Your friendlesse life conuerted still will be A rich supply for friends And still be you Sure Conuertite to him This this way rowe All to their Countrie Thinke how hee hath shew'd You wayes and by wayes what to bee pursew'd And what auoyded Still in his hands be If you desire to liue or safe or free No longer dayes take Nature doth exact This resolution of thee and this fact The Foe hayles on thy head and in thy Face Insults and trenches leaues thee no worlds grace The walles in which thou art besieged shake Haue done Resist no more but if you take Firme notice of our speech and what you see And will adde paines to write all let it be Divulged too Perhappes of all some one May finde some good But might it touch vpon Your gratious Princes liking hee might doe Good to himselfe and all his kingdomes too So virtuous a great Example is And that hath thankt as small a thing as this Here being stuffe and forme for all true Peace And so of all mens perfect Happinesse To which if hee shall lend his Princely eare And giue commandement from your selfe to heare My state tell him you know me and that I That am the Crowne of Principalitie Though thus cast off by Princes euer vow Attendance at his foote till I may growe Vp to his bosome which being deaw'd in time With these my Teares may to my comforts clyme Which when all
Pleasures into Palseys turne And Sunne-like Pomp in his own clowds shal mourne Will be acceptiue Meane space I will pray That hee may turne some toward thought this way While the round whirlewindes of the earths delights Dust betwixt him and me and blinde the sights Of all men rauisht with them whose encrease You well may tell him fashions not true Peace The Peace that they informe learns but to squat While the slye legall foe that leuels at Warre through those false lights soudainly runs by Betwixt you and your strength and while you lye Couching your eares and flatting euerie lymme So close to earth that you would seeme to him The Earth it selfe yet hee knowes who you are And in that vantage poures on ready warre Conclusio THus by the way to humane Loues interring These marginall and secret teares referring To my disposure hauing all this howre Of our vnwordly conference giuen powre To her late-fainting issue to arise She raisde her selfe and them The Progenies Of that so ciuile Desert rising all Who fell with her and to the Funerall She bearing still the Coffine all went on And now giues Time her states description Before her flew Affliction girt in storms Gasht all with gushing wounds and all the formes Of bane and miserie frowning in her face Whom Tyrannie and Iniustice had in Chace Grimme Persecution Pouertie and Shame Detraction Enuie foule Mishap and lame Scruple of Conscience Feare Deceipt Despaire Slaunder and Clamor that rent all the Ayre Hate Warre and Massacre vncrowned Toyle And Sickenes t'all the â—est the Base and Foile Crept after and his deadly weight trode downe Wealth Beautie and the glorie of a Crowne These vsherd her farre of as figures giuen To showe these Crosses borne make peace with heauen But now made free from them next her before Peacefull and young Herculean silence bore His craggie Club which vp aloft hee hild With which and his forefingers charme hee stild All sounds in ayre and left so free mine eares That I might heare the musique of the Spheres And all the Angels singing out of heauen Whose tunes were solemne as to Passion giuen For now that Iustice was the Happinesse there For all the wrongs to Right inflicted here Such was the Passion that Peace now put on And on all went when soudainely was gone All light of heauen before vs from a wood Whose sight fore-seene now lost amaz'd wee stood The Sunne still gracing vs when now the Ayre Inflam'd with Meteors we discouerd fayre The skipping Gote the Horses flaming Mane Bearded and trained Comets Starres in wane The burning sword the Firebrand flying Snake The Lance the Torch the Licking fire the Drake And all else Metors that did ill abode The thunder chid the lightning leapt abrode And yet when Peace came in all heauen was cleare And then did all the horrid wood appeare Where mortall dangers more then leaues did growe In which wee could not one free steppe bestowe For treading on some murtherd Passenger Who thither was by witchcraft forc't to erre Whose face the bird hid that loues Humans best That hath the bugle eyes and Rosie Breast And is the yellow Autumns Nightingall Peace made vs enter here secure of all Where in a Caue that through a Rocke did eate The monster Murther held his impious Seat A heape of panting Harts supported him On which he sate gnawing a reeking lymme Of some man newly murtherd As he eate His graue-digg'd Browes like stormy Eaues did sweat Which like incensed Fennes with mists did smoke His hyde was rugged as an aged Oke With heathie Leprosies that still hee sed With hote raw lyms of men late murthered His Face was like a Meteoâ— flashing blood His head all bristl'd like a thornie wood His necke cast wrinkles like a Sea enrag'd And in his vast Armes was the world engag'd Bathing his hands in euerie cruell deed Whose Palmes were hell-deepe lakes of boyling lead His thighes were mines of poyson torment griefe In which digg'd Fraude and Trecherie for reliefe Religions Botcher Policie and Pride Oppression Slauerie Flatterie glorified Atheisme and Tyranny and gaine vniust Franticke Ambition Enuie shagge-heard Lust Both sorts of Ignorance and Knowledge swell'd And ouer these the ould wolfe Auarice held A goulden Scourge that dropt with blood and vapor With which he whipt them to their endlesse labor From vnder heapes cast from his fruitfull thyes As ground to all their damn'd Impieties The mourneful Goddesse drew dead Humane Loue Nor could they let her entrie though they stroue And furnac't on her all their venemous breath For though all outrage breakes the Peace of death She Coffind him and forth to Funerall All helpt to beare him But to sound it all My Trumpet fayles and all my forces shrinke Who can enact to life what kils to thinke Nor can the Soules beames beat through blood flesh Formes of such woe and height as now afresh Flow'd from these Obiects to see Poesie Prepar'd to doe the speciall obsequie And sing the Funerall Oration How it did showe to see her tread vpon The breast of Death and on a Furie leane How to her Fist as rites of seruice then A Cast of Rauens flew On her shoulders how The Foules that to the Muses Queene we vow The Owle and Heronshawe â—aâ—e how for her hayre A haplesse Comet hurld about the Ayre Her curled Beames whence sparkes like falling starres Vanisht about her and with windes aduerse Were still blowne back To which the Phoenix flew And burning on her head would not renew How her diuine Oration did moue For th' vnredeemed losse of humane Loue Obiect mans future state to reasons eye The soules infusion Immortalitie And proue her formes firme that are here imprest How her admirde straines wrought on euery Beast And made the woods cast their Immanitie Vp to the Ayre that did to Citties flye In Fewell for them and in Clowds of smoke Euer hang ouer them cannot be spoke Nor how to Humane loue to Earth now giuen A lightening stoop't and rauisht him to heauen And with him Peace with all her heauenly seede Whose outward Rapture made me inward bleed Nor can I therefore my Intention keepe Since Teares want words words want teares to weepe Corollarium ad Principem THus shooke I this abortiue from my Braine Which with it laie in this vnworthy paine Yet since your HOMER had his worthy hand In vent'ring this delaie of your Command To end his Iliades deigne Great Prince of men To holde before it your great Shielde and then It may doe seruice worthy this delaie To your more worthy Pleasure and I maie Regather the sperst fragments of my spirits And march with HOMER through his deathless merits To your vndying graces Nor did he Vanish with this slight vision but brought me Home to my Cabine and did all the waie Assure me of your Graces constant staie To his soules Being wholly naturalliz'd And made your Highnesse subiect which he priz'd Past all his honours helde in other Lands And that because a Princes maine state stands In his owne knowledge and his powre within These works that had chiefe virtue to beginne Those informations you would holde most deare Since false Ioyes haue their seasons to appeare Iust as they are but these delights were euer Perfect and needefull and would irke you neuer I praying for this happie worke of heauen In your sweete disposition the calme Euen Tooke me to rest and he with wings of Fire To soft Ayres supreame Region did aspire By the euer most humbly and truly dedicated to your most Princely graces GEO. CHAPMAN * Knowledge of our selues