hear but blustring Gales â—ome see but Buds when som supply their Granges Each-where the Sun thus Seasons conter-changes When heer there springs both leaf grass together â—s-where the Meads do hang their heads wither So in their turns so in their times he measures His Gifts to all and all partake his Treasures In brief each change of short long Day Night Of Seasons Times Turns returns of Light Which in a whole Yeer everie-where he formes That in the whole World daily He performs So that drad Lord were not Thy sacred Lore Man aboue All would likely Him adore Aâ— some haue don but Supreme Reason showes That all His Glorie vnto Thine hee owes Things finite haue Beginning Beginner Things mov'd a Mover as the wheele the Spinner â—ects their Cause final and formallie â—der then Time Nature or Facultie Even THEE the Cause of Causes Sourse of All First and Last Moover Prime and Principall Infallible involuble insensible All Selfe-comprising else incomprehensible Immense Immortall absolute Infinitie Omnipotent Omniscient DIVINITIE Euen THEE in Whom only begins all Good And all returns into Thy bound-lesse Flood By Order then of thy Decrees divine Th' hast set the Sun o're All the World to shine And as the Subiects lightly suit their King With His faire Light t'enlighten every thing His goodly Face th'vngodly ever fly Seeking for Night's black horrid Canapie To cover Theft Rape Incest Murder too And all foule Sinnes which in the Dark they doo By Him Wee see Thy Works in their Proprietie Discerne their Beauties learn their vast varietie Where without Him the World would all return To th' old first CHAOS or in Blindnes mourn By Him We calculate our Grandsires Dates Th' Increase of Kingdoms Decay of States By Him Thou measur'st Lord to Vs Ours Years Ages Seasons Months Daies Minuts Hoâ— All Wits admire th'immense and wondrous way His great bright Body circuits euery Day The more his Orbe is from the Centre far The longer Daily his great Iournies are Besides his Daily Course his Coursers driue One of three hundred threescore Daies and fiue Fiue Houres three-quarters of which Ouer-plus In euery fourth Year growes a Day with vs. Yet whoso would the Yeer exactly rate In fiue-score-fiue Years must one Leap abate And in threescore for th' Error ready past Should no Bissextile in our Books be plac't But though Wee erre Hee neuer errs at all Nor since Thou didst Him in his State install Hath Hee misst Moment of the Task he ought Though he haue seen Men faile and fall so oft Aboue all Creatures Hee retains of Thee Some-thing conform to Thine Eternitie For though Hee see our hourely Changes heer His Light and Beauty still the same appear How many Changes hath Hee seen on Earth Kings Kingdoms States their Burial their Birth Rising and Falling of triumphant Races Raising and razing of renowned Places How often hath He seen Empres reverst Rich Cities sackt Rare Common-weals disperst Fields turnd to Flouds Seas returnd to Sands While stedfast He between his Tropiks stands Him iust betwixt Six Wanderers hast thou plac't Which prance about Him with vnequall hast All which without Him could no Light reflect As is apparant by the Moones Defect By His Aspect her Own shee daily makes She Wax-less Waen-less doth both waen wax And though to Vs Shee seem a Semi-Ray Her Full round Face doth neuer fall away By His faire Beames as well by Day as Night The full whole Half of Her thick Orb is bright And as She drawes neer or far off from Him So more or lesse Our Halfe is cleer or dim Her vpper Halfe is full in her Coition Her lower Halfe is in her Opposition Her other Quarters other Formes expresse And vp or down-ward shewe Her more or lesse When We see little then the Heav'ns haue store When Heav'ns see little then haue We thee more Neerer the Sun the lesse Shee seems in sight Turning her Horn still to her Opposite At Even Increasing She the Sun succeeds At Morn Decreasing She his Car preceeds So that each Month the Sun environs Her On every side His Splendor to confer Her siluer Light then onely faileth her When th' Earth's between Them in Diameter Which Masks her Beauty with a sable Clowd From Sight of Him her Brother Golden-browd Good Lord what changes dost Thou worke by These Varieties in Aire in Earth Seas Faire or foule Weather Wind or Wet or Thunder To dry or drip or coole or warm Heer-vnder If Shee but smile the fourth day 't will be faire If then She blush we shall haue blustring aire If then her browes be muffled with a Frowne Most of that Month shall sad Tears trickle downe Thus doth the Vigor of the Signes superiour Rule in the Vertues of these things inferiour But All are governd by Thy souerain Might O! happy He who vnderstands it right Thrice happy Hee who sees Thee every-where In Heauen Earth in Water Fire and Aire Who due admiring Thy wise Works of Yore Thee aboue All Thee onely doth adore Who knows Thee so so needs must loue Thee too And with his Will Thy sacred Will would doo Still lifts his Eyes to Heav'n-ward to contemple The stately Wonders of Thy starry Temple Admires the set measur'd Dance of Thine All-clasping Palace azure-crystalline Rare-rich-imbost with glittering studs of Gold And more admires the more hee doth behold 'T's a wondrous thing to see That mighty Mound Hindge-less Ax-less turn so swiftly round And th'heauie Earth propless thogh downward tending Selfe-counter-poiz'd mid the soft Aire suspending On th'ample Surface of whose massie Ball Men round about doe trample over-all Foot against Foot though still ô strange Effect Their Faces all be towards Heav'n erect Those dwelling vnder th' Equinoctiall they Haue all the Year long equal Night and Day Those neer the Tropiks haue them more vn-euen The more the more that they are Nor-ward driuen But Those whose Tents to either Pole are neer Haue but One Night One Day in a yeer Yet All well compast by due ruled Rite Neither then other hath more Darke or Light Thus haue thy Works ô All-Disposing Deitie Some-what conforme for all their great varietie Which Harmony amid so diverse things In All aloud Thy wondrous Wisedom rings But specially wee wonder at the Place Which heer thou hast bestow'd on Adams race To see our selues set on so Round a Ball So firmly hangd iust in the midst of All. For This our Globe hangs Prop-less in the Aire Yet but thy Selfe can nothing shake or sway-her No roaring Storm nor rumbling violence Can moue the Centre 's sad Circumference Which who-so should oppose in Disputation Might be convinc't by easie Demonstration So evident from Sense and Reason erre Who think the Heav'ns stand the Earth doth stir The Parts Whole of same-kind bodies haue Same or like Motions be they light or graue Vp-ward or down-ward round or overthwart Needs must the
of Stone The lustiest Swarmes for their Provision range The sick and old wait at their thrifty Grange T'vnloade the Burthens and lay-vp their Store In their great Garnier byting yet before Of every Graine least kept so warme belowe Amid the Molde it after sprout and growe The end of the first Booke BETHVLIANS Rescue THE SECOND BOOKE NOw Holefernes in the Scythik Fort Had pight his Standards and in various Sport His Youthfull Pagans did them still delight Nought less expecting then Affront or Fight When he had newes The Iewes stood brauely out Defy'd his Pride and fortifi'd about Shall then said He shall then a sort of Slaves A sort of Clownes Shepheards arm'd with Staves With Slings and Stones presume to stop the Course Of Mine exploits Which nor the roaring source Of rapid Tigris and swift Euphratés Nor snowie Tops of Taure and Niphatés Conspir'd could stay You Chiefs of Moabites Of valiant Ephraim and fierce Ammonites You that as Neighbours having long converst Knowe all the Nations on these Hills disperst Say from what People had they their Descent What lies their Strength in What 's their Gouernmēt For He that wisely knowes his Foe they say Hath in a manner gotten half the Day Then Ammon's Prince bending his humble knee Thus to the Duke reply'd right prudently For though in hart a Pagan born and bred Against his Minde his Tongue diuinely led By that same Spirit which did the Seer compell Which came to curse to blesse his Izrael Of th' Hebrewes State did such Relation make As if in Him Moses and Esdras spake My Lord I shall sith You so please recite Th' Isacians Story and will follow right Th' ingenious Bees which wont not to devoure All Sweet they meet nor suck of every Flower But even of those they chuse take but the Crops This People Sir vpon the Mountaine Tops Encamped heer originally came From forth the Loines of famous ABRAHAM Who to obey the GOD of Gods most High Maker of All of All Support Supply Came to This Countrey then in Occupation Of Cananites the rich and native Nation Where that same GOD not only heaps with Gold And Goods his House but also though He old An hundred years a third part lesse his Wife And till that season barren all her life Sent him a Son swearing His seed should sway Trivmphant Sceptres many many-a-day But when good Abraham's old-old Age expects This happy Promise in the sweet effects Th' Immortal Voice ô pitious Mysteries Commands that He his ISAAC sacrifice Euen as a Ship vpon the raging Sea Between Two Windes Cross-tossed every-way Vncertain knowes not in what Course to set-her Till one of them striving to get the better Doubles his bellowes and with boisterous blast Driues her at random where he list at last So th' Hebrew feeling in-ward War that season T'wixt Loue and Duty betwixt Faith and Reason Doubts what to doo and his Perplexities Leane now to that hand and anon to this Til th' heav'nly love he ought his GOD had won The earthly love he bore his only Son Then having ready Fire and Fagot laid And on the Altar his deer Son displayd The knife he drawes with trembling hand and had Even heav'd his arme about to strike the Lad When GOD in th' instant staies the Instrument Ready to fall on th' humble Innocent As satisfied with so sufficient Trial Of Abraham's Faith to Him his GOD so loyal From ISAAC IACOB from IACOB sprung Twelue sturdy Sons who with sore Famine wrung Forsaking Canaan for a great-good-while Had happy Biding by the Banks of Nile Where their blest Issue multiply'd so fast That they became th' Egyptian's Feare at last Yea though alas their bodies had no rest And though their backs with burthens were opprest Like noble Palm-Trees mounting stiflly-strait The more the more they be surcharg'd with waight Therfore the Tyrant which then held the Raines Of that rich Soile where sad Heav'n never raines Commands that all male Hebrew Infants found Poore Innocents be quickly kill'd or drown'd As soon as Wombes had them delivered That one same day might see them born and dead O Tigre thinkst thou thinks that Rage of thine To cut-off quite Isaac's Immortall Ligne Well may it reave the scarce-born Life of those New-hatched Babes and them of Light fore-close But notwith-standing Iacob's swarming Race Within few Years shall cover Canaan's Face And thine owne Issue even the first shall be To break and iustly thine vniust Decree Pharao's faire Daughter with a noble Train For Blood and Beauty rarely matcht again One Evening bathing in the Crystall Brook Which thorough Gossen crawls with many a Crook Heare 's in the reeds a ruefull Infants voyce But thinking it some of the Hebrewes Boyes As'twas indeed her Fathers bloody Law Stopt for a while her tender cares with Awe But at the last marking the Infants face I woat not what vnvsuall Tracts of Grace And Types of Greatnes sweetly shining there Love vanquisht Duty Pity conquer'd Feare For She not only takes him vp from thence But brings him vp and breeds him as a Prince Yea as Her owne O Babe belov'd of God! O Babe ordain'd to lighten th' Hebrew 's Load To lead their Bodies to direct their Mindes First best most Wrighter in all sacred Kindes Thou hadst but now no Mother to be seen And now for Mother Thou hast found a Queen Lo thus my Lord could their wise God extract Good out of Euill and convert the act Of Persecution bent against the blood And Life of His vnto their greater good So Ioseph's Brethren by their Envious Drift To over-throwe him to a Throne him lift So did proud Haman's deadly Hatred lend Sad Mordechay a Ladder to ascend To Honors Top and trimd his neck past Hope With gracefull Chain in steed of shamefull Rope One day this Hebrew driving Iethro's Sheep Vpon Mount Horeb where he vs'd to keep Sawe on the sodaine a bright blazing Flame Burne in a Bush and yet not burne the same From whence anon he heard with Fear Wonder A Voice might shake both Heav'n Earth in sunder I I that only AM-WAS-SHAL-BE Who Made All of Nothing and can All vn-doo When pleaseth Me I-AM The Holy-One The Great The Good The Iust Whose hand alone Sustaines maintaines and rules the World I-AM Th' Omni-potent The GOD of Abraham Fierce to my Foes with my Revenging Rod But vnto Those that worship Me for GOD Me sole and whole in Thought in Word Deed Most Mercifull to Them and all their Seed Then doo my Will dispatch thee speedy hence Go say from Mee to that vnhallowed Prince Which ruleth Memphis and the fertile Plaine Where swelling Nelus serves in steed of Rain That he dismisse my People and least He Incredulous distrust thine Embassie Cast-down thy Rod thy Message to confirm It to a Serpent shall eft-soons transform He throwes it down and instantly withall Sees it begin to live to move to craule With hideous head before
Total moue as doth his Part. So if we see the Sunne Moon to veere Their ample Heav'ns haue even the like Cariere But who hath seene a Selflie-turning Stone How then should Earth turn her whole lump alone Let 's therefore boldly with old Truth affirme That th' Earth remaines vnmoueable firme And if wee credit the Geometer Three thousand leagues is her Diameter This Measure of her vast thick Depth is found By th'admirable Compasse of her Round Which hath by test of Arts Experiments More then nine thousand leagues Circumference Yet learned Mappists on a Paper small Draw in Abridgement the whole Type of All And in their Chamber paineless peril-less See in an houre circuit Land and Seas This mighty Globe is but a Point compar'd With th'vpper Globe yet on This Point are shar'd Millions of millions of Man-kinde which plow With Keel Coultar its Twin Back and Brow Man placed thus in This Mid-Point so even Sees alwaies Half of God's great Hall of Heav'n Th' other's beneath him yet abides not there But in a Day doth to him all appeare Ah Soverain Artist ô how few of vs Knowe right the Place where Thou hast plac't vs thus Alas how-many know not to What end Thy gracious Wisdom did them hither send Yet giving Man a quick Intelligence Thou sett'st him iust in the World's Midst that thence Seeing thy Wonders round about him so Knowing himselfe he might Thee better know By th'vsual Circuit of the Heav'nly Ball The Starres appeare vnto vs almost all That We in time obseruing all their Figures Might contemplate their Courses Natures Vigors To view the Stars is honest Recreation To search their Course deserveth Commendation So wee beware with some presuming Sects To pick things future out of their Aspects We must renounce That Errors patronage That what some Dreamers by our Births presage Must needs betide vs tying to their Lawes Our nature governd by a Higher Cause Perhaps the Signes some inclination bring â—nducing hearts to some Affectioning But by Gods grace well may wee varie that â—s neuer forc't by necessary Fate For sure if Man by strong Necessitie â—oo any Ill ill meriteth not Hee â—id Starres constraine vs neither Vertue then â—or Vice were worth Praise or Reproofe in Men. If any way the Will of Man be free On These Effects what IudgemeÌ„ts ground can bee What Certaintie can from the Starres be knowne Of Weal or Woe Life Death or Thrall or Throne When Kings are born be many born beside Must all be Destin'd to be Kings that tide Oft many at-once are hangd or drownd or slaine Did all at-once their groaning Mothers paine Who can conceiue that such or such Aspect Is good or bad boads Life or Deaths Effect Who can produce so sure Prognostications Of our fraile Life so full of Alterations Certain's that Art which shewes the daily Course Of restlesse Starres their influence force But Divination 's an vncertaine Skill Full of fond Error false and fayling still What booted Lord our huÌ„blest Vowes to Thee Were their Conclusions certaine Veritie Disastrous Fate would mate vs with Despaire And frustrate all religious Faith and Prayer Were it their Sayings were right certain true Then of necessity must all ensue But if Events their Verdicts often thwart False is their Aime fallible their Art Obserue the Works those subtle Authors write Th' are so ambiguous or so false out-right That if somtimes some Truth they chance to hit They 'll counterpoize a hundred lyes for it Too-busie-bold with Thee they Lord presume And to themselues Thine Office they assume Who by Star-gazing or ought else belowe Dare arrogate the Future to fore-knowe Wee hardly see what hangeth at our Eyes How should we read the Secrets of the Skyes None knowes To-morrow what betide him shall How then fore-tell Years Fortunes yer they fall Then leaue we All to GOD's high Prouidence Not list'ning for To-morrow-Dayes Events â—etter then We Hee knowes what 's meet to send Then feare we nothing but Him to offend O! Thou All-knower Nothing more hath thrust â—roud Man from Thee then This Ambitious-lust Of knowing All for by that Arrogance â—n stead of Knowledge got He Ignorance Man nothing knowes nor nothing comprehends â—ut by the Power which Thy pure Spirit him lends 〈◊〉 then Thy Wisedom haue so bounded His Why would He hold more then His Measure is Let 's humbly stoop our Wits with all Sinceritie Vnto Thy Word there let vs seek the Veritie And all Predictions that arise not Thence Let vs reiect for impious Insolence Let vs repute all Divination vaine Which is derived from man's fuming braine By Lots by Characters or Chyromancie By Birds or Beasts or damned Necromancie Let 's also fly the furious-curious Spel Of those Black-Artists that consult with Hel To finde things lost and Pluto's helpe invoke For hoorded Gold where oft they find but smoake He 's fond that thinks Fiends in his Ring to coop Or in a knife them by a Charm to hoop Such as haue try'd those Courses for the most Haue felt in fine Their malice to their cost Woe woe to Them that leaue the living GOD To follow Fiends and Montibanks abroad Seeking for Light dark dreaming Sorceries And for the Truth th'erronious Prince of Lyes Condemning therefore all pernitious Arts Let 's be contented with our proper Parts Let 's meekly seeke what may be safely known Without vsurping GOD's peculiar own W'haue Stuff ynough besides our time to spend And Our short life can hardly comprehend The halfe of halfe the Wonders licenst vs To search knowe and soberly discusse The smallest Garden vsually containes Roots Fruits Flowres sufficient for the paines Of one man's life their natures to descry When will he know all Creatures propertie Earth's but a Point compard to th'vpper Globe Yet who hath seen but halfe her vtter Robe Omitting All her Inwards All her Water When shall we then see All this vast Theater What heer wee see wee see is Exquisite What 's This to That so far aboue our Sight â—xcelling faire what to our Eye is sensible â—ven to our Soule the rest 's incomprehensible Who then can vaunt himselfe Omni-scient â—oâ—e then All-sin-less pure and Innocent 〈◊〉 none 's all-guiltlesse in thy glorious Eyes â—here's none all-knowing thy high Mysteries Yet must we praise glorifie thee fit â—…r that wee knowe and for our good by it â—here is no Pleasure can be comparable 〈◊〉 Contemplation of Thy Wondrous Table There-on the more wee muse the more we may So our Delight Desire increases ay Of finding Thee and that divine Desire Calming our Cares quencheth our fleshly Fire All other Pleasures haue displeasures mixt Ioyes meet Annoyes Smiles haue Tears betwixt Yea all Delights of Earth haue ever been Fellow'd or follow'd with some tragike Teen But Who of Thee Thine contemplates ever Scapes all the Fits of th'hot-cold cruell Fever Of Fear of Loue of Avarice Ambition Which haunts all others with small
Intermission Man laborlesse receiues a rare Delight When he obserues the settled Order right Whereby all Creatures with or wanting Sense Subsist through thine Vnchanging Prouidence What more Content can We haue heer belowe More high more happy then but This to knowe This certain Sum That when This World began Thou mad'st Man for Thy-selfe All for Man Th' Horse was not made to glorify thy Name Nor th'Elephant to magnifie the same Man onely hath voice memory and wit To sing thy Praise sound thy Glory fit And to serue Thee as He is sole ordain'd So to serue Him thou hast the rest darraind All things that fly that walk that craule or swim Yea Heav'n Earth All are vowd to Him For Him the Earth yields Herbs Trees Fruits and Flowers To sundry purpose of sundry powers Corne of all kindes in Valleys far and wide For Bread Drink dainty Vines beside For Him the Rocks a thousand Rivers gush Heer rowling Brooks There silver Torrents rush â—ndenting Meads Pastures as they passe â—hose smyling Pride peeps in their liquid Glasse For Him the Mountains Downes Forests breed â—uffs Biefes Sheep Venzon the lusty Steed â—o beare him brauely thorough thick and thin â—nd silly Worms his Silken Robes to spin For Him the Bullock bears his painfull Yoak â—or Him the Weather weares his curled â—loak â—or Him the Birds their brooding-chambers build â—or Him the Bees their Wax and Hony yield For Him the Sea doth many millions nurse â—ith whom the Aire helps both his panch purse â—he Fire 's his Cook to dresse th'aboundant Cheer â—hich Aire Sea and Earth do furnish heer Yea Dragons Serpents Vipers venemous Haue Fel Fat Bloud or som-what good for vs In Leprosie or Lunacie apply'd And Triacle is also hence supply'd Hee briefly Hee hath vse of all that is Winnes the most savage of the Savages None so fierce Lion but to tame hee wonts Nor Elephant so high but that hee mounts And makes besides of his huge Bones Teeth Hafts Boxes Combes more then many see'th Nay more for Him the fell Monocerote Beares on his Brow a soveraine Antidote Yea many soveraine Remedies Hee findes For sundry Griefes in Creatures of All kindes All in a word Wilde Domestick too Some way or other Him some service doo For Food He hath the Flesh of Beasts Birds For Clothes the Fleece the Haire Hyde of Heards For House each Quarr every Forrest offers For Metall Mines furnish his Camp Coffers For Him the jarring Elements agree Fire cleers the Aire Aire sweeps the Earth we see Earth bears the Water Water moistly milde Cooles Fire calms Aire gets the Earth with-chilâ— So All is made for Man and Man for Thee To loue and serue and laude Thy Maiestie Thee aboue All Thee onely to obay With Thankful Soule walking Thy sacred Way This doth He well that yields his Wil to Thine â—ull of Desires if not of Deeds divine â—triving to stoope vnder the Spirits Awe â—he members stubborn rebellious Lawe For Man consists of discordant accords What the great World the little-World affords There Heav'n Earth Heer Heav'n Earth there are â—here War Peace Heer also Peace War He hath a Heav'nly Soule an Earthly Sheath â—hat soares aboue This ever pores beneath â—hat lightly-wingd All Creatures comprehends â—his leaden heel'd but to Corruption tends The Spirit oft against the Flesh doth fight â—nd some-times vanquisht by his Opposite 〈◊〉 carried Captiue with the most Dishonor â—fter his Foe forc't to waite vpon-her â— Till rouz'd again raysed by Thy Grace â—is striving Will recovers wonted place â—ith better Watch brauer Resolution â—o stand it out vntill His Dissolution Surveying then both Heav'n Earth about He bringeth in what he hath seen with-out And marking well th' Effects of natures visible Ascends by those vnto their Cause invisible For but two Organs hath our Soule whereby To finde and knowe th' eternall Maiestie Faith which belieues the sacred Word of GOD And Reason reading all His Works abroad Those Wonders send vs to their Author over Those certain Motions to their certain Mover Then Faith conducts vs where our Reason leaues And what th' Eye sees not That our Faith conceauâ— Faith firm and liuely doth our Soules perswade That Thy high Power of Nothing All hath madâ— Thine ESSENCE is Eternally-Divine The World Beginning had shall haue Fine We must not say Of Nought is formed Nought Although to Man it may be iustly brought Th' eternall Spirit can All of Nought produce And instantly to Nothing All reduce Nor may we ask What th'Euiternall-One That space-lesse Space could finde to doe alone His THREE-ONE-Selfe to know to partake Is Countless more then Thousand Worlds to mâ— A passing Artist is no lesse Compleat Then in Composure in his rare Conceat For in the Knowledge Art's perfection lyes And Works deferrd vaile not the Work-man's Prize The Mind 's not idle though the hand awhile Vse neither Pen Pencil nor Gouge nor File The Mind 's before the Work works with-in Vpon th' Idaea yer the Deed begin Would we not say the World were God indeed â—f from no other it did first proceed â—ternal onely is GOD's proper tearm â—lone preceeding Time exceeding Tearm The World supports not Thee nor Thee supplies â—hou doost Thy-Selfe sustain Thy-Selfe suffise â—nd grosly erres who-euer shall suppose â—hee Infinite within a World to close And as we may not match the Heav'ns Extense â—nto Thy Circle infinite immense â—o more may Wee to Thine Eternal-Age â—ompare the Worlds short brittle Little-Age Before All Time Thou Everlasting-One â—ecreedst in time to make the Sun Moone â—he Worlds few Dayes ill with little comber â—hy sacred Book will teach vs soon to number What Book what Brass what Marble ought can show But of an hundred-thousand yeers ago Had Man been Heer from an eternall Ligne Heer must haue been sure some perpetuall Signe Millions of Millions of Yeares must haue past From th'endlesse Clue of th'eviternal-Vast In all these Years of all that did surviue Of all their Acts could None to Vs arriue Wee heare and often of the Babylonians Medes Persians Grecians Romans Macedonians But Where 's the Nation Whose Renowned Glory Hath liv'd a hundred-thousand years in Story Seek All Greeke Latin Hebrew Authors rounâ— Of All will MOSES be the Senior found Who to His Times in express tearms hath cast Th' age of the World with the Descents that past Now froÌ„ His Daies to Ours what years amounâ— We may with ease with-in few Houres account And adding Both soon by the Total finde Th' age of the WORLD of Our crooked kinâ— Fiue thousand years fiue hundred forty One 1613. This year are past since This vast World began Since all the Heav'ns Fire Water Aire Earth Had by thy WORD their being their Birth Then was the Heau'ns azure Pauilion spred And with Spur-Royalls spangled over
head Then those Twin Princes with their Train of Light â—egan their Kingdoms ouer Day and Night Then was the Aire the Earth and Sea repleat â—ith Birds and Beasts and Fishes small great With Plants and Trees Fruits each yeelding seed â—o propagate their Kinds that should succeed Then lastly Man thy Master-Piece of Art â—hou didst appoint to His Imperiall Part â—nobling Him with Sense and Reason's Light â—nd in his Soule grauing Thine Image right Gav'st Him Possession of this Earthly Throne â—nd gracious Promise of the Heau'nly one â—mmortall Soule thou daign'dst him to inspire â—qual almost to thine Owne Heau'nly-Quire And as Thy Spirit all other Spirits excels Angel or other that in Body dwels â—o doth His Body all else Bodies passe â—or comely Form and for maiestik Face All Creatures else lowe on the ground do pore â—nd groueling feed but as was toucht before â—an hath an Vpright and a stately Stature â—ith head aloft agreeing to his nature Which properly is to behold the Skyes To lift to Thee his heart his hand and Eyes And by his Soule 's discursiue power to peize Things past and present and of future daies For only Man can measure number waigh True False Good Euill knowe cast sound suruay Man only hath an in-reflecting Knowledge Of his owne Self from Natures only Colledge Knows his own fact his form his load his strength Knows that he liues knows he must dy at length And that a ruled sober life and sage Preserues his Health and may prolong his Age. Knowes how to finde ease in his owne Disease And if need be his Neighbour to appease And for him-self and others make of Flowres Fruits Hearbs Roots Vnguents of passing powres But none so powerfull when their Term is spent As can his Owne or others Death preuent For Our short Date Childe-age or Wilde-age ends And now but seldome to Old-age extends Yet What is Old-Age to ETERNITIE To Man expecting IMMORTALITIE What â—st to live some Three or Foure score Year Or Yet Ten more in Languor linger heer Of all our Time-Past vnderneath the Sun Nothing remaines saue Good or Euill done Hundreds of Yeers once past are less in Sum Then a few Daies or a few Houres to-come For to say Truth of Times three-pointed Powers Only the Present instant Points is ours W' haue of the Past but vaine Imagination Of that To-come but doubtfull Expectation But to th' Eternall are All Times alike Instant and present Dead as well as Quick Aye is To-day with Thee Lord in Thy Sight Both Past and Future are euen equal bright Thogh in Times Terms the Heav'ns reuolued be A Thousand Yeers are but One Day with Thee And shortest Moment of one only Day With Thee is as a Thousand Yeers for ay But Our set Daies to vs are long or short As them good Accidents or bad consort Sobrietie and Peace prolong our Life Which is abridg'd by Surfait and by Strife Excess or Cares now so cut-off our liues That of a thousand not a man arriues Neer to the Tythe of the admired Age Of those that liv'd in Nature's Pupillage Eight hundred Yeers 9. hundred som some more In Minde and Body full of Natures store To stock the Earth with Issue rational And learn the Course of Heau'ns Star-spangled Ball Which first of all Their long obseruance found Then by degrees they taught their Heirs the ground And We from Them so eas'd of endless pain Deriue that Art We could not else attain In Their long Age they learn'd Heav'ns ful Careers Not to be compast in our Span of Yeers Whence One of them might in his life know more Then in our Dayes successiuely a Score Of Their so long age who-so doubtfull is Let him but look in sacred Genesis Where Moses mentions diuers famous men So old and showes their Yeers as ours were then Th'All-drowning Flood-year did 12. Months contain And euery Month did his due Dayes retain Which made vp one Yeer of that Patriarch Who liv'd seav'n fifties hauing left the Arke And was Sixe hundred when he came aboord Teaching his Sons his wondrous Skill by word See see alas how our vnhappy Life Is now abridg'd and charg'd with Mis-chiefs rife Had we not pleasure in thy Works ô GOD Soon must we sink vnder the heauy Load Of Cares and Crosses in a thousand things Which this our wretched sad short Way-fare brings O! let vs therefore bend our best and most To magnifie Thee Lord in All thine Host And so contempling all thy Goodnes giv'n With true Content begin in Earth our Heav'n Man knowing Thee knowes al that can be known And hauing Thee hath all that is his Owne To long for Thee is endlesse Ioy internall Dispos'd to Thee to Die is Life Eternall Not knowing Thee to liue is daily Dying To rest with-out Thee is continual Flying But all extreames of Torments passing measure In Thee and for Thee are exceeding Pleasure Yet no man ought to offer wilfull Force To his owne Self nor his owne Soule diuorce But patiently attend Thy cheerfull Cal Then to Thy hands gladly surrender all Nor may We ween our Soules as Beasts to Die And with our Bodies Vanish vtterlie Death 's but a Passage from a Life of Pains Vnto a Life where death-less Ioy remains W'haue after Death another Life to see As after Storms a calm quiet Lee As after Sicknes Health as after Durance Sweet Libertie with Safetie and Assurance Two Contraries oppos'd in their Extream Haue This vnfailing Propertie in them That th'One's Privation is the others Ens So Death concluding doth our Life commence For on each-other Contraries depend Chain'd as it were vnto each others End Day after Night Attonement after Strife And after mortall Death immortall Life Our Soule 's immortall then we must infer it Hauing beginning of th' Immortall Spirit And they are brute as Beasts that doo contend That with our Bodies Soules for euer end If there be GOD immortall All-scient All-mighty iust benign benevolent Where were his Wisdom Goodnes Iustice Power If Vice He damn not nor giue Vertue Dower Heere for the most the Godly suffer still Th'Vngodly heere haue most the Winde at Will Shall they not one-day change their Difference And one-day look for Diuerse Recompence Heer Proud Rich Mighty Meek Poor Weak oppress â—ions kill Lambes Fox strips the Fatherless â— is there not another Life imperible â—weet to the Guiltless to the Guilty Terrible Who for Thy sake their Lyues haue sacrifiz'd â—â— all the Torments Tyrants haue deuiz'd O! how vnhappy were They were there not â—rownes kept with Thee for their Eternal Lot Then were We Beasts or worse then Beasts indeed â—or He were best that could the worst exceed â—hen Let vs eat drinke dally might We say â—f after This there were no Shot to pay But leauing now that Song of Sensuality â—elieue we firm our blessed Immortality â—lessed for Those that in Perseuerance â—o Thee alone Lord their whole Hopes aduance Blessed for
fosters and defies Frenzies Furies wayward Elues What need we call for Whip or Scourge Their punishment what need we vrge Their Selfs Errors scourge themselues Feare hunts the Coward at the heel The Cruell still Revenging steel Ruine Him that Ruine seeks Heauy Revenge on hainous Crimes Yea in the Sin the Plague some-times Heauens iust hand so iustly strikes Sorrow and Shame for what is past Care of the present Feare fore-cast Of the danger yet to-come Make all false Pleasures shorter seem And sharper too in pain extreme Then euen Paine it selfe to some If I be merry I am mad Say the Severe if Sober-sad Merry Greeks me Meacock call Is' t possible for any-Man At-once to please doe what he can God Himselfe the World and all Who Greatnesse haultily affects Who Great Things happily effects That is hated This envy'd But hoping Greatnesse who so haps To faile or fall in After-Claps Him the Vulgar dare deride VERTVE is vanquisht by her Foes Whose Tryumph euen their Fore-head showes 'T is a shame to be ashamed But shall I tell and tell thee trew Thy Fate the Fruit that shall ensew Shame-less shame-full life vntamed This Fate then falls to bee Thine owne Such shalt thou reap as thou hast sown Wages like thy Worke expect Who heere their Dayes in Euill spend Shall suffer Euills with-out End Such is Minos Doom direct Then swagger stagger spend and spoyle Steale and conceale and keep a coyle Quickly shalt thou all forgoe Kill conquer triumph down again Shalt thou bee cast bouz beat disdaign Th' End 's at hand and comes not slowe The Wise bewaile Mens Follies rife And faine would cure their Vitious life With Receits of heauenly Skill But Sin-sick Fooles what-ever prick Benumbd by Custome lethargike Care not feare not feele no ill Who knoweth much much ill he knowes Who little reaks much good forgoes Hence perplexed Doubts hee casts What is great Knowledge What so much Of Learning or of Book-Skill such But great Blazes and light Blasts While Plato sportiue doth despise The sullen Cyniks Slouen-guise Hee as fast on th' other side Doth Plato's Pomp as much condemn And trample-on Were both of them Who can tell me Wise or Wide Democritus heere laughes a-good Heraclitus there weepes a Flood Glad and sad would mend vs faine But now so stubborn-stiffe is Man That Teares nor Tunes nor Ought else can Faults restore nor Fates restraine Sloath neuer wanteth Want for Mate Thrift Sweat and Labour macerate Eyther in their issue languish So Health is neuer without Sin Nor Sicknes without Paine with-in Outward Ache or inward Anguish Service is to the Lofty minde A Curb a Spur to th'abiect Hinde Seld or neuer stoopes the Will The Vulgar voice the Common Cry Is Welcome Welcome LIBERTY Good for good but ill for ill A Griefe it is alone to bee But more to haue ill company More or lesse alas by This Appeareth plain when all is donne As Proof hath found that vnder Sunne Heer 's no full no perfect Blisse Who neuer yet himselfe could please What can content What vse What Ease What availeth Wealth at will Needy and naked heere I liue To die it doth me nothing grieue But to perish and liue still I look to Heaven and there alas With Fear I see my Iudges Face Auditing my Summes of Sin I thinke of Hell and then I burn Like Aetna then to Earth return Cares and Fears there neuer lin This feele I thus I iustly fare O Man learn quickly and haue care Sacred Duties to obserue This Life is rife in Troubles sore But yet alas a Million more Our Rebellion doth deserue Much like or worse then former Age The futures Face wee may presage Better seldome comes they say Now Right now Wrong now Good now Ill Now Fiend now Frend now God now Will Seem to haue alternate Sway. Nothing is gratis giuen nor got Each labours more or lesse God wot With the hand or with the head None without Art or Vertue thriue Nor Art nor Vertue all atchiue Onely These not alwayes sped What should I seeke or sue for much To liue at Rest Content is Rich. Fortune often is too-free And often kills where shee 's too-kinde But had we once an equall Minde Wee should all Contented bee But euery one is too-secure In sunny Dayes and in obscure Too-deiected in Desire Hence ouer-faint or ouer-full Too-pyned or too-plentifull Fry we all with inward Fire Now Dust her dustic Brood expects Come Earth to Earth of either Sexe Pleasure trembles at her Call Cryes-out of Haste complaines of Heaven But Paine and Sorrow narrow-driven Are well pleasd anâ— easd with-all Who giues me grace to gush-out Teares And lends me space to poure forth Prayers Yet both seeming to neglect 'T is God the dreadfull Sinners Scourge The gratious God which oft doth purge Ills with Pills in his Elect. Behold me Thou that didst bestow Thy Sonne on Mee Forgiue me Thou That didst suffer for my Sin Assist and stay me euermore Thou Thou that heere so oft before In my brest a Guest hast bin Regard vs Lord vnworthy though Thy Glory seek thy Mercy showe Enimies approach apace We faile we fall we cannot stand Our Foes will haue the vpper hand But Thou help vs with thy Grace Witnes my Selfe that heer lie slain But by Thy Touch reuiu'd again Glad to liue to liue to Thee And yet desire to be dissolv'd When my due Date shall be revolv'd As more happy farre for Mee Shew me the Holy Land which flowes With Milke and Hony Saints Repose Traine mee in the new Commerce In the New Art of Better Life Then farewell Muses fare-well Strife In Thy Courts I will conuerse I cannot strike Apollo's string Study for Heav'n and timely ring Sacred Aaron 's golden Bell Nor sing at-once the Thespian Songs And serue my Countrey as belongs Therefore MVSES heere Fare-well FINIS CERTAIN EPIGRAMMS of the same M r. H.S. Translated Dedicated To my deer-affected due-respected D r. HALL D r. HILL I Owe You Each a larger Summ Why bring I then to Both a Crumm To shew you Both My Shifts to liue Euen faine to Borrow what I giue But better so then blushless steal Others Conceipts or Debts conceale Til more my Might diuide this Myte A Larke they say is worth a Kite Some Greater greater things present Of lesser Worth or worser meant GOD measures not our Work but Will Doe You the like and loue me still I. S. EPIGRAMMS 1. Of a King EXtirp 1 extoll 2 knowe 3 keep 4 loue 5 learne 6 from High Bad 1 Good 2 Thy Self 3 The Lawes 4-path Peace 5 to Dye 6. 2. Of a Lawyer Liue iust Iustinian still shield 1 shun 2 suppress 3 Good-mens Good 1 Cause Bribes 2 Brawling 3-Peeuishnes 3. Of a Physician He that can Cure the Sick and Keep the Sound Shall be My Leach Whether He Kill or Wound 4. Of a Diuine Knowe GOD know'n teach Him as thou teachest treaâ— So shall thy Flock
preseru'dst me by thy Prouidence These Things as hidden in thy Bosome bee But well I know that it is so with Thee If I haue sinned Thou wilt sift me neer And of my Guilt Thou wilt not hold me cleer If Wicked I haue been then Woe to Me If Righteous Yet still will I humble be Though deep confounded and amazed much To see and feele my sad Affliction Such But be it more come Lion-like set on-me Returne and show Thee maruelous vpon-me And so indeed Thou doost for Thou renewest Thy plagues on me and me more fierce pursewest Changes of Woes Armies of Paines extreame Afresh inuade me and me round behem Then Why alas Why didst thou bring me forth From fruitfull Womb being no better worth O! that I there had perished vnseen And that I were as if I had not been Brought from the Womb one Tomb vnto Another To Earth my Mother from my Earthly Mother Is not my Glasse neer out My Date neer done O! let him cease and leaue-oft laying-on That I may take a little Comforts breath Yer quite I goe to the dark Land of Death A Land of Darkness Darkness Selfe I say And Shâ—de of Death where is no Light no Day 〈◊〉 11 THen answered Zophar the Naamathite Should words preuail Shal prating pass for rightâ— Should all be mute Shall no man dare reply To mock thy Mocks and giue thy Lie the Lie For Thou hast said and that too-vehement My Words and Deeds and thoughts are innocent Pure in Thine eyes But O! that GOD would speak That He would once His sacred Silence break To shew thee Wisdome's Secrets Thou might'st see Thou meâ—â—t'st double what he layes on Thee And surely know that in his Iustice strict After thy Sins He doth not Sores inflict But seems to haue forgotten or forgiuen Thy Trespasses against Him Selfe and heauen Canst Thou by searching GOD's deep Counsel find Conceaue th' Almighty Comprehend His mind Reach His perfection It doth Heauen excell In Height in Depth exceeds the lowest Hell Longer then Earth larger then all the Seas O! What When Where How wilt Thou measure These If He cut-off shut-vp collect reiect Who can diuert Him Who his Course correct He knows vain Men He sees their harts that hard theÌ„ In Guiles and Wiles and will not He regard them That foolish man made wise may be reclaimed Borne bruit and dull as an Asse Colt vntamed If therefore by Repentance thou prepare Thine humbled heart if that in hearty Prayer Thou stretch thine hands vnto his Throne aboue Though thou haue sinn'd if Thou thy Sin remoue If Thou remoue it and permit no more In quity to dwell within thy Doore Then shalt Thou doubtlesse free from Fault Fear Settled and safe thy Face againe vprear Then shalt thou sure forget thy Misery Or but esteem it as a Streame past by Then shall thy Daies be then the Noon more bright And thou shalt shine as Morning after Night Then shalt thou rest secure and confident Hopefull and Happy in thy proper Tent In thine owne Dwelling where for Eminence Sutors shall flock with seemly Reuerence But as for stubborne wilfull Wicked-ones That still run-on in their Rebellions Their Helps shall faile and all their Hap shall fall And as a Ghasp their Hopes shall vanish all 〈◊〉 12 THen said the Hussian You vndoubtedly You are the Men Wisdom with you must dy Yet would yee knew it somwhat know I too I vnderstand perhaps as well as you Nor will I yeeld you in this Iarre a lot VVhat you haue vrg'd I know and Who doth not Yee say I lie yee tell me that I mock But I am made my Fellowes Laughing-stock Who calls on GOD and whom He heareth prest Th' Vpright and Iust indeed is made a lest And He that 's going downe in state forlome Like dying Lamp is to the Rich a Scorne VVhile for the most Oppressors prosper sure And God-prouokers safely and secure Haue in their hand GOD in their hand hath puâ— The Horne of Plenty them at will to glut Aske but the Beasts inquire of Earth or Seas Or Fowles or Fish for which is it of These But knowes and showes plainly tells thee This That GOD's their Maker and of All that is That in His hand 's the Life of all that liues That He alone to All Men Breathing giues Doth not the Eare try Speeches bad or good And for it Selfe the Palate taste the food So Wisedom should be to the Many-year'd And Vnderstanding to the Hoary-hair'd With Him it is with th' Ancient of Dayes With Him is Counsaile Wisedom Power Praise Lo He destroyes and no man can restore Whom He shuts-vp can be let out no more He stops the Streams then dry they vp and shrink He sends them forth then all the Earth they sink With Him is Strength with Him is All that is Who erreth Who maketh erre are His He doth distract the Counsailors of State He makes the Iudges as infatuate He breaks the Bonds of Kings Imperiall Awe And brings Them bounden vnder Others Law He leads the Princes as a Captiue prey Dismounts the Mightie and with strange dismay He dulls the Learned dumbs the Eloquent And reaues the Iudgement of the Ancient He poures contempt vpon the Noble-born He strips the Strong He leaues the Stout forlorn He deepest Secrets soone discouereth He brings to light the darkest shades of Death He multiplieth People and He mowes Them down again by Famin Plague or Blowes He sends them forth in Colonies â—o spread And brings them back by wrack lack sack or dread He reaues the hearts of those that rule the Eâ—th And makes theÌ„ roam throgh Desertsands of Death Where None go by They gâ—ope as in the Dark They haue no Light no Sight no certain Mark They stray they stumble to fro they wheel And He He makes Them Drunkard-like to reel 〈◊〉 3. Aâ— This mine eâ—es haue seen mine ears haue heard All This my heart hath weigh'd wel conferd So that in Thâ—â— what you haue known I knew And â—m not Herrein to giâ—e â—lâ—ce to You. But as â—â—u wish I also wish O! would Th' Almighty pleas'd that I might be so bold In his own Presence at his Bar to stand To plead with Him the Cause I haue in hand For You indeed are too Sâ—â— histicall Silly â—hysicâ—ans for my Sickneâ—â—â—ll O! that you therefore had still heâ—â— you mute Sâ— might you still haue held a wise Repute But â—iâ—t you now vnto my Arguing Maâ—â— well my Reasons the Proofes I bring Will You speak falsly for th' Almighty Lord Will you for Him pronounce a Guileful word VVill you be partiall for His persons sake Will you for Him with Cauils vnder-take Shall it auaile you will He con you â—â—â—â—â—k At his great Audit for this double â—rank Or ween you smoothing these Deâ—â—â—s to smother Or but to mock Him as one Man another No you shal know He wil not brook nor bear
make some blubber some so braue â—mes sprung from Iniury or from Ambition â—eath are equall Earle and Sir and Slaue â—er his Empire are in one Condition 15 â—or Friends Deceast cease not Repast nor Sleep 〈◊〉 Sorrow sutes not th' Intellectual part 〈◊〉 wailes man's Death that He was man doth weep 〈◊〉 that He promist comming to depart 16 The Young and old goe not as equall pas't Th' one ambles swift the other gallopeth T is good to die yer we our Life distaste A valiant Man should dare to feel his Death 17 Happy who leaue the World when first they comeâ— Th' Aier at the best is heer contagious thick Happy that Childe who issuing from the Wombe Of 's Spanish Mother there returned quick 18 The Bodie 's Torments are but Twigs to beat And brush the Dust from Vertues pleights about And make the Passions of the Soule more neat As th'Aier is purest when the Winds roar-out 19 Grieuing that Death shuts not thine Eyes at homâ— And where the Heav'ns vouchfaf't them first to opeâ— Thou fear'st the Earth too-little for thy Tombe And Heav'n too-narrow for thy Corpses Cope 20 Heav'ns haue no lesse Order then at their Birth Nor Influence Sun Moon and Stars as bright All hold their owne Fire Water Aier Earth Man Man alone 's fall'n from his pristine Plight 21 Worldling thou saist 'T is yet not time to mend But GOD hates Sinners that in Sin delight To grossest Sinners doth hee Mercy send But not to Sinners sinning in despight 22 Who Morn Euen doth of Himselfe demand â—ccount of All that he hath done said thought â—hall find him much eas'd when he comes to stand To that Account where All shal once be brought 23 For bitter Checks that make thy Cheeks to flame â—nd to thy Teeth tell Truths thou hast no Action â—o doe the Euill sith thou hadst no shame â—e not asham'd to suffer thy Correction 24 Perhaps this Child shal Rich or Poore becom â—erhaps a Wretch perhaps a Liberall â—erhaps a Wise-man perhaps a Mome â—t past perhaps assured die he shall 25 When Wine runs lowe it is not worth the sparing â—he worst least doth to the Bottom diue â—ong not thy leisure yeers vouchsafe in daring â—t some-times looke into thy Graue aliue 26 Sinner thy GOD is not inexorable No Rhadamanth Returning hearts to hate There is no Sin in Heav'n vnpardonable Nor no Repentance in this Life too late 27 The Eye that fixlie the Sun-beames beholds Is suddain daz'd so in GOD's Iudgements high Mens cleerest Iudgements are as blind as Moulds None none but Aegles can the Lightning eye 28 O wrecked Vertue wretched is Thy state For Fortune hath the Fruit Thou scarce the Flower Thou art a Stranger at thy proper Gate Thy Friends thence banisht thy Foes in Bower 29 Man Knowledge still to the last gaspe affecteth In learning Socrates liues grayes and dyes Free froÌ„ Death's Process Knowledge none protectethâ— But to learn Well to die is to be Wise 30 To liue is to begin One-Work and end it Life hath with All not same Repute Report 'T's an Exile to the Sot Sage Iourney ween'd it Wherein Hee walks not as the Common-sort 31 For hauing a good Prince Peers iust wise â—bedient People Peace concluded fast State 's not sure Storms after Calms arise â—d fairest Dayes haue foulest ouer-cast 32 Man though thou be from Heav'n Originarie â—esume not yet to Peer thee with thy God â—e's Soueraign King Thou but his Tributary â—e's euery where Thou but in one poore Clod. 33 Of Elephants the biggest leads the Band â—e strongest Bull ouer the Heard doth raign â— Him behooues who will Mankind command â—t ablest Body but the aptest Brain 34 Kings Maiestie seems as eclipsed much â—ess great Seruants in great Troops attend 〈◊〉 sure an Honour to be seru'd by Such 〈◊〉 on Their Faith 't is fearfull to depend 35 To build a Palace rarest Stones are sought 〈◊〉 build a Ship best Timber is selected 〈◊〉 to instruct young Princes as they ought â—ght all the Vertues to be there collected 36 Art 's now-adayes a Desert desolate Kings gracious Raies are there no more discerned Philosophers wait at the Wealthies Gate And rarely Rich men do regard the Learned 37 Th' hand bindeth not except the heart with-go What coms not thence nor Thank nor Thought 〈◊〉 serâ— He giueth All that doth Himselfe bestow He Nothing giues who but his heart reserues 38 That curious Thirst of Trauaile to and fro Yeelds not the Fruit it promis'd men in minde Changing their Aire their Humors change not thâ— But many Lodgings few Friends they finde 39 In vain the Soule hath Reason's Attribute Which vnto Reason cannot Sense submit For Man alas is bruter then a Brute Vnless that Reason bridle Appetit 40 Self-swelling Knowledge Wits own Ouerbearer Proues Ignorance findes it Nothing knowes It flies the Truth to follow Lyes and Error And when most right it weens most wry it goes 41 The Vicious trembles alwaies in Alarmes â—h'Eye of the Vertuous keepes him as at Bay â—hen All the World fear'd Rome's All-reaching Arms â—he vertuous Cato did all ROME dismay 42 Vice blinds the Soule Vnderstanding clogs â—kes good of ill takes foule for fairest look â—a Durt for Dainties so liue loathsom Frogs â—ther in Puddles than in purest Brook 43 â—n Greatest Houses Vice hath battered â—ose Honors though no less haue shined bright â—at are the Graceless to the Good Not dead â— liuing Branches in the Tree haue Right 44 â—f Men might freely take Essay of Court â—ne hauing tasted would return so neer â—e happiest there meets many a Spight in Sport 〈◊〉 knows too-well he buyes his Weal too-deer 45 To loue None All to doubt to fain to flatter â—form new Faces transform true harts 〈◊〉 offer Seruice flie-off in Matter Coutiers Lessons and their Ground of Arts. 46 Set not thy Rest on Court Sea's barren sand There grows no Goodnes good there euil growes Rest's Temple yerst did forth the Citie stand No Sent 's so sweet as is the Country Rose 47 Who weens in Court to thriue will find him weak Without two Aiders Impudence Immunitie For first behooues him his own Brows to break Yer Others heads he break with Importunitie 48 Who is not sory for Time's losse in stay For Kings slowe Fauours seems to haue no sense The losse of Goods a Prince may well repay But loss of Time Kings cannot recompence 49 Is' t not the Top of Follies Top to note An Old Sir Tame-asse gallanting in Court To play the Yonker Swan-white to dote On Venus Douelings in despight of Sport 50 A mean Man hardly scapes the Mightie's Claweâ— Hee 's as a Mouse play'ng by a sleeping Cat Who lets it run then locks it in her Pawes And all her sports boad but the Death of That 51 World's Vanitie is rife in euerie place Alas that good Wits should be'witched so â—askt in the Church in Court with open
our Theam from whence Our Charity through Zeal's too-Vehemence Seems to haue strayd Yet 't was meer ALMS did moâ— My grieued Verse These Guilty to reproue To turn their hearts to GOD and to their King Their priuat Heaps for publike Helps to bring Against th' Ambition of some Foxie Foe That by our Selues our Selues would ouerthrowe â—t by his Arms but by his ALMES to Some â— golden Launces oft haue ouercome Deer Patriots That Spightfull ALMES disdain see Mâ— Fraâ— Ralâ— fol. â—ich brings you Crowns but t is Our Crown to gain â—th Groues of Honors seems your brows t'imboss â— 't is to grace her Profit and your Loss â—ich decks the Church and doth the Masse adorne â— by the Masse 't is but to serue her Turn â—res in shew both PETER's Chaire and Keyes â— if they Ope and shut not as she please Charity and Her Deuotion dye Her Religion is but Policy Soule but State Her Life but Rules-Desire â—ose Heat hath set all Europe on a Fier â—ilus that serues for Rain to th' Abyssine â— light-foot Memphite and the Canopine â—ples with his ALMES the Choler 's feruency Earth and Aier which there the Sun doth fry â—aters the Plains which Orion parcheth aye â—th twinkling Sparkles of his heatfull Ray â—npers the torrid Aethiopian Zone â—s to haue Life though it indeed haue none â—e that of ALMES sole Cause efficient â—is fat Liquor Africk's Nourishment The Heau'ns as Ielous of so Bountious Gifts VVould shut-vp Nile within Godonian Clifts And Nature enuious of this Africk Prince His lauish Largess and Magnificence Fronts him with Hills that seem to threat the Stars As if renewing the old Titans Wars That one would think amid the Mountains thick Nilus were bay'd-vp if not bury'd quick But by the Power which makes him charitable He finds that ALMES to force the Heau'ns are aâ— He therefore rushing and out-roaring Thunder Surrounds the Rocks that ween to keep him vnder And with his swift Course breaks the Cataracts Deafning withall the Parthians and the Bacts Pactolus Ganges and the golden Tay Not only steep their Stronds ennammeld gay With various Tindge of thousand Flowers and mâ— Sow'n on the surface of their wynding Shore But for a richer ALMES they Gold bestowe As needfull now as Reason well we knowe In This Gold-Iron Age where who so wants All-mighty Gold but Scorn and Scandal haunts When Androde fled his cruel Masters Fist And cause-less Fury but for Had-I-wist â—id the horror of the Woods he meets â—re ALMES Mercy then in ROMES proud streets â—ere found he Man to Man of brute Immanity â—er finds he Brutes of mildness and humanity 〈◊〉 Lord there paid his Scruice but with Blowes â—ion heer him double gratefull showes â—to the Beast had show'n him seruiceable 〈◊〉 Beast to Him seems much more charitable 〈◊〉 hauing long with his Best Prey 's maintain'd him 〈◊〉 in his Den as deer Guest entertain'd him â— two yeers after also saues his Life â—osd in sport to Fight and Fury rife 〈◊〉 Man and Beast whom forced Hunger there â—ld neuer force The Slaue to touch or teare 〈◊〉 th'awefull Lion which such Mâ—n may shame 〈◊〉 safely reskues from Romes bloody Game 〈◊〉 noble Lion thou hast brought to pass â—ost yeeld to old Pythagoras â—is Opinion of Mâ—tempsychosis â—s-animation so the Word composes â—oules deceast to Bodies good or bad â—eer Dâ—light in Good or Ill they had 〈◊〉 durst â—cely in his Doctrine wander â—uld suppose Thee second Alexander And that a Beast his Habits still are one As when a Man and King of Macedon But leauing Forrests Floods Fields Earth Aâ— VVhose ALMES already haue appeared faire Shall we yet mount among the Wandring Seauen And see how constant They to ALMES are giuen There shall we finde Man's monstrous Self-resistiâ— Being made of Almes all by meer Almes subsisting Beasts Birds PlaÌ„ts Roots Reptiles Daies Nigâ— Haue second Being from These Heau'nly Lights From Whom our Selues flat Beggers borrow'd haâ— The Best that makes our Worser part so braue The Sea 's their Subiect and th'All-bearing Earth Without their ALMES can bring vs nothing forth Saturn is kinde to Marchants Mariners Storm-wonted Fishers stooping Labourers Carefull Housholders curious Architects And euery one that Gain with Pain respects Milde Iupiter more bountious Beawty giues Sweet gracefull Port fresh Health that happy liueâ— ALMNER of Vertues storing Man with Graces Most Angel-like and meet for highest Places Kings Counsailors Lords Princes Magistrates Hold after GOD of Him their High estates Mars surest Patrone of Sarmatians stout â—f part of AFRIK and the Southern Rout â—igh daily giues them millions of Delights â—nd makes them naked make a thousand Fights â—ll Arts wherein are Fier or Iron requir'd â—f his sole Almes are to our Life acquir'd Sol's Soule of Almes who richly Liberal â—iues him to All yet cannot giue him all â—reat Season-Bounder artificiall Dresser â—f Yeers and Dayes the euen and only Sessor â—f Times rich Almes which by his Heat he varies â—fter the Innes wherein he Monthly taries â—is Bounty most is bent vnto Musicians â—ards Poets Leaches Herbarists Physicians Venus each Morning with a gentle Ray â—shers the Sun and Summons vs away â—rom lazie Beds our Bodies liuing Graues â—Vhen Day begins to issue from the Waues â—er Almes goes chiefly to the preseruation â—f Nature's Powers and Parts of Generation â—mooth smiles she giues sweet cheerful charming Ein â—oue is Her Gift a Gift indeed diuine Quick Mercury great Atlas's Daughter's Son â—Vit's Threasorer Well of Inuention He giues vs Arts Knowledge and Floquence Which steales vs oft from Reason and from Sense A bountious ALMNER of Astronomy Rare for the most vnto Man's feeble Eye Who yet vnseen feeles almost euery houre Hundred Effects of its admired power A Power which cannot be sufficient showne By Verse or Voice vnless by Hermes owne For All that at this Day makes hunger flie Gold Siluer Brasâ— is draw'n from Mercury Cynthia ador'd with hundred Fumes and Flames Honored abroad by more then hundred Names She giues vs Humors more or less abounding As in her Course her Fall or Full is rounding She fashions Time which Shee again defaces With constant â—urnes of her inconstant Faces She swayes the Floods and shewes by Euidence Her Self sole Law of liquid Elements She formes by Night the fresh and fruitfull Deaw Which euery morning Flora's Budds doth streaw Whos 's Purled Pearles are euer bigger found And more the more Lucina waxeth â—ound In brief All giuen to ALMES Liberality They All teach Man the same supernal Quality â—owards the Needy that doth nought possesse â—d from his Cradle brought but wretchedness â—t Sin and Death had not Heau'ns ALMES bin shed 〈◊〉 bloody Bath to White This Monster 's Red Monster made of Earth for Earth still burning 〈◊〉 though to Earth he see him hourely turning Yea proudest Kings haue had no other Birth â—en poorest Beggers Both begin of Earth â—th like in Cryes in Perils and in Pain â—th
ALL THE SMAL◠Workes OF THAT FAMOVS Poet ◠OSVAH SILVESTER Gathered into one Volume LONDON Printed Anno 1620. THE PARLIAMENT of Vertues Royal Summoned in France but assembled in England for Nomination Creation and Confirmation of The most Excellent Prince PANARETVS A Praesage of Pr. DOLPHIN A Pourtrait of Pr. HENRY A Promise of Pr. CHARLES Translated Dedicated To His Highnes by IOSVAH SYLVESTER To the Honourable Sir Robert Carie Sir Iames Fullarton Sir Robert Carr Sir Dauid Foulis M r. Thomas Murray GRaue Guides Guards of Hopeful CHARLES his Wayn Least I incurr the least of Your Disdaigne If without Leaue I ouer-rashly rude Vsurp Your Rooms or on Your Rights intrude I humbly craue Your Licence and Your Loues For My Address When My Access behoves I know the Field of His Yong HIGHnes heart So duly till'd by Your deep Care and Art Adding His Fathers Royall golden Writt And goodly Practize to demonstrate it His late rare Brother's Pattern of Renowne With Honest Quin's new-cast Prince-Worthy Crown And holy Promptings of that reuerend Payre Milborn and Hakwill from the sacred Chaire That little needs Hee the Stagyrian's store The Corduban's or th' Attik-Muse his Lore Much lesse alas My silly Muses Myte With borrowed Feathers to aduance his Flight Yet sith too-often to a tender Eare Too-serious Lectures sound but too-severe Especially to Princes dainty Taste They seem but harsh and will not down in haste As holesom'st Dishes if but homely drest Some queasie Stomachs hardly can digest Let me presume with your good leaues a while To imitate Physicians honest Guile Who oft in Sugar sheathe their bitter Pills The better so to Cure vnwilling Ills When wayward Patients for the Sugars sake Take-in their Health which else they would not take Sad Rules of Patience Abstinence Austeritie Humility Frugality Sincerity Religion Labour Care of Common-Wealth And Manie meet for Prince and Peoples Health Which hardly can in their Owne Likenes sinke In Youth-ful Mindes scarce in their Eares I think How grauely oft with greatest Diligence Prest and imprest with Tullian Eloquence Sweetly disguis'd in artificiall Sutes Dancing the Measures after Delphian Lutes Washed in Nectar wrapt in sugred Verse Enter more easily and more deeply perce This I endevour and to This Intent I summon CHARLES to Vertues PARLAMENT TO The High-Hopeful CHARLES Prince of Great-Britanne WHere witty Bertault in his Fancy meant But a faint Praesage of His Pr. of France Our Hopes of Ours the better to aduance We haue presum'd to cal a PARLAMENT Where Royal Vertues from Olympus sent By seueral ACTS of sacred Ordinance Conform confirm Your future Gouernance So please it Heav'n Yo r hart hand consent O! please it Heavn You may be pleased Thus These Works to imitate These Acts to act To proue yo r self This same PANARETVS When future Age shal see our Hopes in Fact W ch while I pray sweet Prince in humblest sort I cite Yo r HIGH nes to This Soverain Court. To Yo r Highnes Seruice humbly-devoted Iosuah Syluester TO The right Honourable Lords Spirituall Temporall The Knights and Burgesses of the Lower-House To all generous and ingenuous Readers PResuming all Your Lordships will appear Not by your Proxies but in Person Heer And in your Turnes say Every-one Content To Every Act in Vertues PARLAMENT I humbly bring You Every-one A Briefe Of every Bill or at the least the Chiefe An Act against Duels desperate Combats and Roaring Boyes Page 7 An Act for better Execution of the former Act. Page 13 An Act against Hypocrisie Page 15 An Act against Superstition Page16 An Act against Abuses in the Courts of Iustice Page 18 An Act for some Mitigation of the former Act. Page 21 An Act for due Execution of Iustice in generall Page 52 An Act against Persian State in proud Retirednes Page 59 An Act against profuse Prodigality Page 59 An Act of exceeding Loue and excellent Resolution Page 60 An Act of rarest Pietie in a Prince 60 An Act for Imitation and continuance of the former Act. Page 61 An Act for right Imployment of Publike and Priuate Treasure Page 61 An Act against Ingratitude Page 63 An Act against King-Killers Powder-Traitors and their Abettors Page 64 An Act for Clemency and against Impunity Page 65 An Act for Propagation of Princely Piety Page 66 An Act against the Mitred-Monarchy Page 66 An Act of Admiration Page 67 An Act for Reading of Histories Page 68 An Act against ignorant and ignominious Chroniclers Page 68 THese All are Publike Acts Priuate This Session Hath passed None but in the next Impression Your Acts of Bounty and the rest of Mark Shall be recorded By Your Vnder-Clark Iosuah Syluester Names of the Nobles in This Parliament Interpreted PANARETVS AL-VERTVOVS Andria Prowesse Phronesia Prudence Pistia Fidelitie Eumenia Clemencie Euergesia Liberalitie Hypomoné Patience Cateria Constancie Aletheia Truth Dicea Iustice. Eusebia Pietie Interpretation of other tearmes vsed in This Parliament Dysidaimoné Superstition Eridea Contention Merimné Careful-vexation Dapania Charge or Cost Adicia Iniustice Oval Crowncs for vnbloudy Victors PANARETVS YEERES timely Turns vnto a Lustre run Brought forth at last the long-long wished Sun Whereon our Hope 's our iust Desires pursewd To see our PRINCELING with a Name indewd Which Since WEE sawe or heard that Happie sound Saturn's slowe Teem had trotted twice the Round When lo Th' Etern All-Maker's Maiestie Quick-darting downe his All-discerning Eye Whereby his Goodnes all his Works dooth guide And seeing prest the sacred Pomp and Pride As in so solemne Mysteries is wont T' adorn the Altars and the hallowed Font In th' instant summons with a gratious beck Nine nimble Scouts which scudding light and quick Dispatch more speedy then a Thought the things Aboue inioind them by the King of Kings Who with a most-mildly-maiestike gest In heauenly words his pleasure thus exprest The yong french DOLPHIN is euen ready Now To take the Name my fore-Decrees allow A frequent Name of Kings and famous farre Wonders in Peace Thunders in dreadfull Warre And One of them more excellent in Grace Among my Saincts hath iustly held a place But yet besides that Name which France affects For one Man's vertue and for due Respects Besides that Name which onely Men haue giuen I 'll giue him one my Selfe as sent from Heauen And such a one as one-day by Euents Shall proue it a true Praesage of that Prince And in One Word mysteriously contracts The Historie of His succeeding Acts. Go therefore quickly from all Quarters cite The rarest Vertues and most requisite For Royall bosomes that did euer rest Within the Closet of a Kingly brest Tell them it is Our pleasure and Decree That to This Prince they All God-mothers bee And Shee among them that is found most fit And best behoues in Crowned soules to sit Shall at the Font Her sacred Name impose And from thence-forth inspire him as he growes With all her Powers to correspond the scope And full
Of Heau'n and Earth and All that is beside Whose liuing Spirit spred in and over All Giues All things Life Breath Growth Originall I giue Thee Lord a thousand Thanks deuout That thou hast daign'd yer death to take me out Of my wilde Stock to graft me in the Stem Of th' happy Tree deaw'd with thy Gracious stream Which maugre Blasts and Blastings rough rife Of All the Trees bears onely Fruit of Life And good Isacians for GOD'S sake I pray Miss-doubt me not as comming to betray Or vnder-mine by wylie Stratagem Your Strength or State or wrong IERVSALEM No GOD doth knowe I suffer This for You For witnessing before you wicked Crew GOD'S mighty Arm for Your Fore-Fathers shown As ready still to saue and shield his Own Feare not therefore Their mighty multitude Whose sight almost so many hath subdewd Nor let their Boasts nor brauing Menaces Kill quaile or coole your holy Courages For should the whole Earth send her Sonnes in Against you onely all to carry Arms So that your Trust be fixt in GOD alone swarms Not in an Arme of Flesh not in your Own You shall no doubt make ruddy Mocmur's Flood With Idolist Assyrian Armies blood You shall no doubt of Fearfull Fierce become Your strong Assailants stoutly over-come Th' Almighties hand so ready bent to smight â—s but to humble not destroy you quight And but to shew you that in all Distresse Hee onely Hee can giue you quick Redresse As from a Bramble springs the sweetest Rose As from a Weed the whitest Lilly growes Euen so diuinest Sighes deuoutest Teares Demurest Life are Fruits Affliction beares For heere the Faithfull are much like the Earth Which of it Selfe alas brings nothing forth But Thorns and Thistles if the Plough she lack With daily wounds to launce her bunchie back But yet the Lord who alwaies doth relent So soon as Sinners earnestly repent And in his time his sharp hand doth retire And cast at last his Rods into the Fire Will rid your dangers and restore you rest Euen in an hour when you can hope it least Then courage Friends let 's vanquish GOD with Tears And then Our Arms shall quickly conquer Theirs Their World of Men. And if as yet in Mee Rest any Strength if any Courage bee If mine Experience may in ought availe If with mine Age all be not old fraile I vow it all and All that else is Mine To your Defence and for the Law diuine The end of the second Booke BETHVLIANS Rescue THE THIRD BOOKE FLame-snorting Phlegon's ruddy breath began Reducing Day to gild the Indian When early wakened with their ratling Drums â—ach Heathen Souldier from his Caban comes Takes-vp his Arms and marching in Array Towards Bethulia tends the ready way In May the Meads are not so py'd with Flowers Of sundry Figures Colours Sauors Powers â—s was this Hoast with Squadrons different â—n Language Maners Arms and Ornament â—o that th' old Châos Wombe of th'VNIVERSE Was neuer made of Members more diuerse Yet heer-in All agreed for all their Ods To warre against th' Eternall GOD of Gods Whose breath whose beck makes both the Poles to shake And Caucasus and Libanus to quake Heer cold Hyrcania's bold brauing Seed Mixt with Their neighbors both Armenias Breed Waue wanton Crests There Parthian Archers try Backward to shoot the while they forward fly The Persian there proud of th' Imperiall state With golden scales scalops his Armed plate Heer woulâ— the Mede show that for want of Hap Not Heart He lost His late Imperiall Cap. And that nor Pomp of his too sumptuous Suits His painted Cheeks his Phrygik Layes Lutes His crisped Bush nor his long borrowed Lock Had euer power his Manly mind to smock Happy-Arabians who their Fern-thatcht Townes Tumble in Tumbrels vp downe the Downes The subtle Tyrians who did first invent Our winged words in Barks of Trees to print The men of Moab and the Ammonites The Iduméans and the Elamites Learned Egyptians Those that neer confine The swelâ—ng Coasts of swartest Abyssine In brieâ—e All ASIA was immur'd almost Within the Trenches of This mighsy Hoast Wherein almost as many Nations clustred As th' Hebrews Armie single Souldiers mustred But of all These none plagu'd the Israelites More then their own Apostate Ephraimites Who not to seem of kinne to Israel Rag'd with more fury fought more deadly fel. As in the Spring time while a Poole is still And smooth aloft the Froggs lye croaking shrill But if the least Stone that a Child can fling â—ut stir the water straight they cease to sing â—o while a happy Peace IVDEA blest The Constancy of These stood with the best â—mong the Saints and the Lord 's sacred Praise Was in their mouthes daily and many waies â—o that they seem'd like burning Lamps to shine Amid the Flock devoutly-most-divine â—ut at the Noise of Holofernes Name Their famous Faith nothing but aire became Their Mouth is stopt the Zeale they did presume â—o highly hot is vanisht into Fume Nay turned Pagans for some Profits sake They worse then Pagans their poor Brethren rake O! what a Number of such Ephraimites â—re now-adayes Deceitful Hypocrites With-in the Church the while a prosperous winde With gentle Gales blowes faire and full behinde Which seem with Zeale the Gospel to imbrace While that it yeelds them either Gain or Grace â—ut if the Chance change if it hap to puffe â—ut half afront if Shee be faine to luffe Faint-hearted then forth-with they cast about And with th' Almighty playing banque-rout With greater Rage his Law they persecute Then yerst with Zeal they did it prosecute And in their Malice growe more fierce and furious Then Iuliaen yerst or Celsus or Porphyrius Soon as the Hebrews from their Turrets spie So many Ensignes waving in the Skie And such an Hoast marching in such Array Begirt afarre their Citie everie way They faint for dread not having where to run Save to the GOD their Grandsires trusted on O Father cry they Father of Compassion Whose wing is wont to be our strong Salvation Sith now against vs all the World doth swarm O! Cover vs with thine Almighty arm Thus having pray'd the Careful Gouernour To Charge his Watches doth him quick bestirre And when the Sun in his moist Cabin dives With hundred Fires the Day again revives Watches himselfe amid the Court of Guard Walks oft the Round and weens that over-hard Phoebe's black Coachman drives his sable Steeds Hebrews neer Ruine hasting more then needs While opposite the Pagans think her fast With her Emdymion in a slumber cast â—ut Mens fraile wishes have alas no force To hold or hasten the Heav'ns settled Course Soon as they saw Aurora's saffron ray On their Horizon to renew the Day The Vice-Roy makes a thousand Trumpets sound T' assemble all his scatter'd Troops around Which from all parts with speedy pases went â—nvironing their Chief-Commanders Tent â—s round about a Huntsman in a morn The Hounds do
Troughs and publick Cesterns deep Both Citizens and Soldiers to suffice So that they would be moderate and wise So th' Officers divide in silver measures To all of all sorts of these liquid Treasures This welcome Liquor which might serve at first To keep their life a while not quench their Thirst Their Cesterns dry'd they seek in every sink Of every Gutter greedily they drink T' appease their Thirst awhile not please their taste With Drink whose stink was oft the Drinkers last O wretched Men O wondrous Misery Little or much drink or drink not they dy Plenty and Lack of Liquor in extreme Though Contraries concurt to murder them With-in whose Bodies warreth Thirst as fell As outwardly th' outrageous Infidell Street Lane nor Ally had this wofull City Where-in the Sisters Enemies to Pitie Invented not some new and vncouth guise To murder Hebrews and from firmest eyes In signe of Sorrow showers to extract Of pearly Tears of bitter brine compact Mid all Degrees if rested any-where But so much moisture as could make a Teare There an Old man complaineth that a Lad Hath new snatcht from him all the Drink he had But Thirst contracts his Throat his voice vains And ends at once his Life his Plaint and Pains A Soldier heer re-swils again and gladder Th'vnsavory Water which had swelld his bladder There th'woefull Mother on her Couching-Settle Her half-dead Childe reviveth with her Spettle â—eer the sad Lover sighes her latest breath â—ith the last Sighes of her deer Love in Death â—or cruell Thirst com'n from Cyrenian Strand Where ay Shee lives amid the burning Sand â—erpetual panting for continuall Drouth â—anging her Tongue a foot without her Mouth â—er Face all wrinkled both her Eyes deep sunk â—er Body leane and light her Bowels shrunk â—er Brest transparent and her Veins repleat With Brimstone all in steed of Blood 's moist Heat â—owes from her rotten Lungs a loathsome breath Through all the Town infusing Fumes of Death â—n th' Hebrews Artires causing every Porch Obscurely shine with some Funereall Torch So that the Heav'ns seeing so many Woes Could hold no longer but would faine with those Sad-weeping Hebrews Their sad Tears haue melld Save that their Tears the Lord of Hoasts with-held And I my Self that drown mine Eyes with Theirs Vnable though well to express those Tears Will with my Silence vaile their Countenance Following that Painters learned Ignorance Who well conceiving that his live-less Colours Could not to life express the deadly Dolours Of Agamemnon at his Daughters End Cover'd his sad Face with a sable Bend. Mean-while the few that of this Wrack remain Against their sad Chiefs murmur and complain The Lord say they in Iustice recompence Your wilfull Malice and Our Innocence The Lord look down vpon the wretched Teen Your wicked Counsails have heer plung'd vs in For had you yeelded to the Foes demand Yet he had entred on the Holy Land We happy we had never seen our Friends So hâ—p-less brought to so vntimely Ends. Alas What Comfort rests O wretched City Those that besiege thee round wold show thee Pity Thine Own are Cruel Foes wold fain preserve-thee Thy Frends destroy thee Those wold fain reserv thee Would saue thy Children thine own Children rather Run headlong all on wilfull Death together Lord well we know our wicked Deeds haue made Thee iust displeas'd to drawe the keenest Blade Of thy fierce-kindled ire which iustly sheads Thy deadliest Darts on our disloyal heads Yet Thou which dost not long thy Wrath retain Against thine Owne O turn to Vs again Lord change the purpose of our wilfull Lords Who ' gainst our Bosomes whet the Pagan Swords Or grant at least with thousand Arrowes thrill'd We rather may by Heathen hands be kill'd Then longer Langnor of this banefull Thirst To linger vs in living Death accurst Deer Brethren 't is our only Duty bindes Their Rulers said not our sinister mindes Of vndermining or of pyning Ours Thus to hold out against these Heathen Powers If You haue Pain We have our Portion too We are imbarkt in the same Ship with You On the same Deep we the same Danger run Our Cross is common and our Loss is one As common shall our comfort be when GOD Shall please to ease vs of th' Assyrians Rod As sure he will if Your Impatiency Stop not the Course of his kinde Clemency Then strive not with th'All-Perfect but depend On God alone Whose Actions all do tend To profit His Who in his Season ever Almighty can and will His Church deliver Sometimes the Archer lets his Bowe vnbent Hang idly by that when it is re-bent With boisterous Armes it may the farther cast His winged shafts and fix them far more fast So oft the Lord seems in his Bosome long To hold his hand and after as more strong To hammer Those whose impious Impudence Miss-spends the Treasure of his Patience Which at first sight gives all Impunity As think the Lewd to all Iniquity But at the last his heavie Vengeance payes Them home for all his Iustice long Delayes As th'Vsurer forbearing of his poore And needy Debtors makes his Debt the more What though th' high Thunderer in his Fury dread Strike not in th' instant this proud Vice-Roy dead â—an all th'Amasse of Waters which he pent â—bove and vnder th'ample Firmament â—editious so shake-off his Soueraigne Power â—s not to send the thirsty Earth a Shower â—o no though Heav'ns on every side so cleer â—oâ—d nothing lesse then Rain or moisture neer They with their Tears shall shortly soak the Plain 〈◊〉 on the Day when Saul began to raign â—or all the Heav'ns the Starres and Elements Must execute his high Commandements But still the Plebe with Thirst and Fury prest Thus roaring raving gainst their Chiefs contest O holy Nation shall we shall We die Their Elderships grave Sights to satisfie O! shall we die to please These foolish-wise â—ho make themselues rich by our Miseries And with our Bloods would purchase them a Name â—o live for ever in the Role of Fame No no Let 's rather break their servile bands Which hold vs in let 's take into our hands Our Cities Helm that freeing it from Sack We wisely so may free our Selves from Wrack As the Physician by the Patient Prest Who on his Bed vnruly will not rest Permits sometimes what Art prohibiteth Osias so importun'd promiseth To yeeld the Town if in five Dayes appear No certain Signe of divine Succour neer The People then their woeful past estate Their present paine and future Fears forgate Sith though it should not hap as most they thirst At least they should of Evils scape the worst But IVDITH who the while incessant Showres From her sad eyes in signe of Sorrow poures With mourneful voice now cals vpon the Lord Anon her sad Soule comforts in his Word Praiers were her Staires the highest Heav'ns to clime GOD's Word a Garden where in needful time She found her Simples in
Bed The which the-while he full of Thorns doth think But now the Fume of his aboundant Drink Drouzing his Brain beginneth to deface The sweet Remembrance of her louely Face Alreadie wheels his Bed alreadie shine A thousand Rayes before his slumbring Eyne Alreadie in his Eares now waxen numme A thousand Drones with buzzing Noise do humme He sees Chiméras Gorgons Mino-Taures Medusas Haggs Alectos Semi-Taures But IVDITH's heart still beating thick with-in Felt a fell Combat in it self begin Now causing Fear her sacred Fervour quash Anon her Fervour her faint Fear to dash IVDITH said She Thy Iacob to deliuer Now is the Time Now to-it Do-it neuer O! Yes O! No. I will I will not I Shall I profane kinde Hospitality Nay rather shall I sanctifie't the more When by the same I shall the Saints restore But Traitors euer bear Dishonors brand Traitors be Those betray not save their Land But Murderers Heaun's rigbteous Iudge abhors Why all Man-killers are not Murtherers But Hee 's a Murderer who his Prince hath slain This is a Tyrant not My Soverain But GOD hath now bequeath'd Him vs for Lord. Hee 's not of GOD that wars against his Word Why then may All their Tyrants kill and rid So Ahod Iahel and so Iehu did Yea but from Heau'n had They autentik Warrant So hath my Soule approued and apparant But ah how weak art Thou this Work to act Whom GOD assisted neuer strength hath lackt But hadst thou done the Sequel's more to doubt GOD brought me in GOD will bring me out What if He please leaue thee in Heathens hands Their Chieftain dead I fear nor Death nor Bands But to their Lust thou shalt be left a Prey Neuer my Minde my Body force they may Then in this point thus sacredly confirm'd With hands heav'd vp her eies on Heav'n she firm'd And softly Thus poures to the Lord her Prayer O gracious GOD who with paternal Care Hast euer kept thine Israel strengthen Thou Mine Arm with Thine that it may nimbly now Cut-off this Tyrant who thus dares presume To scale the Heav'ns Thy Sceptre to assume And fith thy grace through thousand storms more Hath brought my Bark in sight of wished shore O let it land with Poppie's sleepiest sap This Tyrant's sense benum in end-less Nap That I may raise this Siege Thy Thralls release Return Thee Praise and to thy SION Peace Her Praier done the Drunken Prince she heares Snotting aloud Then faire and soft She neeres His Pallets side and quickly takes the Sword Which had so oft the groaning Earth begor'd But euen about the fatal Blowe to giue Fear from her hand did the fel Weapon reaue Her hart did faint her strength did faile her quite O GOD then said She strengthen by Thy Might My timerous heart's and trembling hand 's Consent Then on the Duke so stiffe a stroake she lent As happily tri-parted at the poule Th' Head from the Body Body from the Soule His Soule to Hell his Body on the Bed In IVDITH's hand his grim and ghastly Head Which soon her Handmaid in her Night-bag hid Then speeding thence suspect-less or vnspi'd Without Impeach the Pagan Hoste they past For if that any saw them trip so fast Heav'n-blinde they thought She went but as before Tower Into the Vale bright Diane to adore Now when chaste IVDITH came to th' Hebrews Ope open said She for the GOD of Power Th' Assyrian Forces hath this Night forlorn And lifted vp his chosen Iacob's forlorn The Town amaz'd at her Return vn-hop't Presse to the Port which instantly they op't Thronging about her who a Tarras mounts And her Exploit from point to point recounts Then from her Bag for Proof of what she said She pulls the-while the dreadfull Pagans Head The Citizens when in her hand they sawe Th' Assyrian's Head's Head full of humble Awe Extoll th' Almighty who so mighty Foe By a weak Woman had subdewed so But most of all did Ammons Prince admire GOD's dreadfull Iudgement and to scape His ire Who Israel thus of vanquisht victoriz'd His Flesh and Heart he sodain circumciz'd How sweetly Lord Thy sacred Prouidence Mens suttlest Wisdome in their Plots preuents For thine Elected vnto Life to guide Into thy Fold when most they seem beside Good out of Ill thou draw'st making their Sin Means ' gainst their minds their Goodnes to begin Lord foule Desire of Murther and of Spoile Brought this late Pagan to th' Isacian Soile Where meaning first Thy Peoples bloud to spill Now spend his Owne for their deer sakes he wil Thy mercy so from his maligne Affect Maugre his minde brought forth a good Effect So neer Damascus mad'st thou by thy Call Of Wolf a Shepheard of a Saule a Paule Of Persecutor an Apostle brief Of Chief of Sinners among Saints the Chief So sodainly that all the Saints about Admir'd his Doctrine Yet his Deeds did doubt So the Saint Thief which suffered with our Sauior Was led to Life by his Death-dew Behauior And when no longer Earth could bear his Sin Was in a Moment made Heau'ns Citizen O feareful-hopeful Precedent of Grace Such as but One GOD's holy Books imbrace â—ne that None humbled should despaire of Pardon But One that None presume in Sin to harden So turn good Lord O turn the hearts of Princes Whose Rage their realms w th Sts. deer bloud berinses O! let the Sword Thou in their hand hast put None but Thy Foes none but Those Tyrants cut Who cursedly Thee or Thy CHRIST blaspheme Vsurping IVDA and IERVSALEM â—nd all Thy Golden Candlesticks beside Threating the West too with their Power Pride Not Those who humbly only euermore â—hee TRINITY in VNITY adore Then as the braue Virago ordered Soldier takes th' Assyrian Tyrants Head And for the Hebrews more Encouragement â—lad sets it vp vpon the Battlement There Parents Children Maids Widowes sad Whom Pagan Swords but new bereaued had â—f Children Parents Louers Husbands deer â—wixt Grief and Anger as distracted neer Pull-off his Beard pull out his hatefull Tongue Which had blasphemed Heau'n Earth so long Spit in his Face scratch poach-out his Eyes And all that Hate and Fury can deuise For lyue Remembrings of their wrongs them make On his dead Head this dead Reuenge to take Aurora weary of the cold Embrace Of her old Spouse began in Inde apace To paint her Portal of an Opal hew When of Bethulians all the brauest Crew Issue in Arms and such a Noise withall Such Shouts and Cries as if in th'antike Braule All th' Elements breaking the bands of Order Were by the Eares and in their old Disorder The Court of Gard that night vnusuall strong Towards the Town hearing such Noise so long Start from their Sleep and crying Arm arm arm Giue sodainly to all their Hoast Alarm One for his owne his Fellowes Helm puts-on One his right Vantbras on left arm doth don One on his neck for Launce a Libbet takes One speeds him quick
All began Thou madest All and since re-madest Man The Mediatour and the Vmpire giv'n To reconcile reuolted Earth to Heav'n Who to impart to vs His Immortalitie Took part with Vs in this our fraile Mortalitie And in all things except all Sinne alone A perfect Man put all our Nature on Born in the World to make Vs Born-anew In pouertie Vs richly to endew Humbling himself that we might raised be In Seruant's Form to make vs euer Free Came down to Earth Vs vp to Heav'n to mount Was tempted â—eer our Tempter to surmount Dy'd to destroy the Strength of Death and Sin And Rose again our Righteousnes to win How oft did He visite the Poore and Sick Cure the Distracted and Paralitique Restore the Blinde Deaf Dumb and Dead reuiue And Satans Captiues from his rage repriue How many Idiots did He make excell The Wisest Masters in all Israel â—ow many rude plain silly Fisher-men â—are power-full Preachers Fishers then of Men. How-many Sin-sick did he inly cure â—nd deep Soule-wounded binde-vp and assure â—ow-many Proud Loose Cruell Couetous â—ade Hee Meek Modest Gentle Bountious By Him deer Father come we Thee to know â—hy Word thy Will to frame our owne Wils so â—y Him alone Wisedome we seek and finde â— Cares and Crosses to confirm our minde By Him alone Thy sacred Truth we learn â—om suttlest Errors cleerly to discern â—y Him all Cloudes of Darknes are dispell'd â—olatry and Heresie refell'd By Him We pray to Thee and what we craue liuely Faith we are assur'd to haue â—eav'ns Kingdom first Soules Feast Bodies Food â—race Comfort Peaee euery needfull Good By Him be We Thy Children of Adoption Coheires of Heav'n and Vessels of Election Becomming Man He is become our Brother So happy VVe haue also Thee our Father By Him of Thee Thine Holy Spirit we haue Which in our hearts thy Law doth lyuelie graue The Comforter the Spirit of Truth of Loue Of Power of Peace of Wisedome from aboue The Spirit which staies vs when in Storms we ride And steers vs steddie in our Calmer Tide VVhich kills the Flesh and chills infatuate Fires To quicken Soules and kindle Heav'ns-Desires Which brings the Strays home to Thy holy Fold Giues Stutters Tongues and makes the bashful bold Opens the Sense of Sacred Mysteries Giues Form or Life to euerie thing that is In Him Thou built'st Thy Heav'n of Heav'ns excelling Thy Court prepar'd for Saints eternall Dwelling In Him Thou mad'st the VVorld and All to moue In euery Part as doth it best behoue Hee to the fainting heart new heart procures Confirmes the feeble fearefull Soules assures Giues Faith and Hope Loue Grace godly Zeal Happy the Soules where He delights to dwel For Those Hee fills with his aboundant Treasures â—n diuers manners and in diuers measures â—s diuersly befits Thy Churches-state â—o Plant or Prune or Prop or Propagate To some he giues a cleer quick Apprehension â—o some deep Iudgement some Diuine Inuention â—o some the doore of gracefull Eloquence â—o some the store of Wisedoms Excellence Some to interpret with Diuine Dexterity â—he sacred Secrets of th' eternall Verity â—ome School-less Scholars Learned study-less â—o vnderstand and speak all Languages Som to confirm their Office and Thine Oracles â—o work strange Wonders great many Miracles â—euiue the dead recouer natiue Euils â—â—re all Diseases and euen cast out Diuels Such are th' Effects Works Vertues gifts graces â—hich by degrees in diuers times and places â—hy Holy Spirit to sillie Men hath giv'n â—om Them to Thee to raise our hearts to Heav'n And as in our fraile Bodies through varietie â—f Members fitted into One Societie â—ne very Soule doth actions different â—â—me more Some lesse Noble or Excellent So in the mystick Body of Thy Son Where many Members Loue vnites in One Thine Owne One Spirit works actions admirable Among themselues more or lesse honorable Yet orderly Each his owne Rank obserues And properly Each his owne Office serues Nor boasteth any other not to need For oft the least the most of all doth steed Therefore the stronger must the weak support The safe and sound cheer the afflicted sort The Rich and mighty not despise Inferiours Neither the mean enuie or hate Superiours Were All a Head in This faire Frame of Man Where were the Foot the Hand the Stomack than Were All a Tongue where should the Eye becomâ— Were All an Eye where should the Eare haue room O Spirit Eternall which hast All compos'd In number measure Order All dispos'd Make Charity Vs mutuall Members moue Vnite our Spirits in thy perpetuall Loue. Quench all Contentions Errors Heresies Which both our Mindes and Bodies tyranize Quench all Concupiscence and foule Desire Which both our Bodies and Soules Death conspirâ— Vouchsafe our Souls Rest w th out Schismik strife Our Bodies Health through chaste and sober Life What could we ask what should wee rather craue Then in sound Bodies as sound Soules to haue Sound is the Body kept by keeping Chaste With moderate Exercise and mean repast â—ound is the Soule which resteth sober-wise Content in Thee vn-vext in Vanities Sound is the Soule free from all Self-Sedition Of Pride Hate Enuie Auarice Ambition â—nd all the Crowd of Mans Concupiscence â—inding His Will to Thy Obedience Who is so bound Thy Seruant is most Free â—ost Rich who leaues all Riches else for Thee â—ost easie rests who most for Thee endures â—ost Self-distrusting most Thy Strength assures So Thee to Serue is euen to Raign in brief â—o to Obey is to Command in Chief â—o walke Thy Wayes is only Libertie â—o learn Thy Learning ENCYCLOPAEDIE O! happy Those that stand in such a state â—nd in Thy Statutes alwaies meditate â—r if they slip or trip or faile or fall â—eturn betimes and for Thy Mercy call For though thy Law in Firie Thunder-giv'n Threat still the Stubborn with Reuenge froÌ„ Heav'n Thy gracious Gospell offers Pardon free To humbled Soules that Sigh in Faith to Thee And Thou who wilt not Sinners die but liue Hast promis'd All so suing to forgiue Thy Word is Truth Thy Promise to fulfill Thou God of Truth hast euer Power and Will O! bountious Thou which doost so oft repaire Our broken Soules and keep'st them from Despair And blessed Wee whose Faith in Love's Physicion Assures our Hope of all our Sins Remission Who-so hath Sorrow for his Sinfulnes Purpose to mend Desire of Holiness Trust in Thy Mercy hath no need to doubt But by Thy Grace his Sins are wyped out O Cordial Word O Comfortable breath Reuiuing Soules euen in the Gates of Death From Iawes of Hell raising our Hopes to Heav'n Therefore deer Lord To Thee all Praise be giv'n Who shall accuse vs now if Thou acquight God being with vs what can vs affright Our Faith in Thee ô What can shake or shock So surely fixt vpon so firm a Rock What shall diuide vs Lord from Loue of Thee â—hall Shame shall Sorrow shall Aduersity â—hal
Famine Plague War Wealth or Want In sum â—hall Life shall Death things Present or to-Come Stay stay vs Lord and steel our feeble hearts â—gainst the sting of temporarie Smarts â—raw draw our Soules neer to thy Self ô Lord With powerfull Touches of Thy Spirit Word Guide guide our Steps still in thy Gracious Way â—uring our Durance in This house of Clay â—hat when This Prison shall be broken down Wee may with Thee receiue a Glorious Crown So shall Wee euer with a voice Diuine â—ing Haleluiahs to th' ETERNAL TRINE â—ecord thy Mercies which all Thoughts Surmount â—nd Thus the Glory of Thy Deeds recount SVpernall Lord Eternall King of Kings Maker Maintainer Mouer of All things â—ow infinite How excellently-rare â—ow absolute Thy Works Thy Wonder are â—ow-much Their Knowledge is to be desir'd â—ow THOV in All to be of All admir'd FINIS MICRO-COSMO-GRAPHIA The Little-Worlds Description OR THE MAP OF MAN From Latin Saphiks of that Famous late Preacher in London M r. HEN. SMITH Translated Dedicated To the Right Honourable HONORIA Lady HAY. By IOSVAH SYLVESTER To the right-Right Honourable HONORIA Wife of IAMES Lord HAY Sole Daughter and Heire of EDVVARD Lord DENNY EQually bound in humble Gratitude To Two deer Equals to You equall Deer Vnable yet with Both at once to cleer Vnwilling yet with Eyther to be rude â—aine would I craue to haue my Bond renewd For a more Happy or more Hopefull Year When gratious Heav'n shall daign to set me freer From old cold Cares which keep my Muse vnmew'd Would You be pleas'd Madame to interpose Your gentle breath I would not doubt to speed Such vertue hath Your Vertue stil with Those Therefore in Hope of Your kinde Help at need This simple Pledge I Offer at Your Feet Altar of Loue Where both Their Vowes doe meet Yo r. Honorable Vertue 's humble Votarie Iosuah Syluester THE MAP OF MAN I Sing not but in Sighes abrupt Sob-out the State of MAN corrupt By th' olde Serpent's banefull Breath Whose strong Contagion still extends To euery Creature that descends From th' old Little World of Death Drad-deer Creator new-create Thy Creature Sauiour expiate This and all our Owne Addition O Sacred Spirit Our Spirits renew Informe reforme and tune Mee trew To condole Our sad Condition In Earth Man wanders Pilgrim-wise Hopes doubts desires faints freezes fryes Crossed tossed to and fro He turns he windes he findes no good He ay complains that Euill's Flood Farre and wide doth ouer-flowe His Birth in Sinne beginnes in Teares His Life is rife in Pains and Fears Will-He nill-He spoyling sport His Death with groans in doubtfull case Sends him God knowes vnto what place Blest none rest but in the Port. The Flesh against the Spirit rebells The Spirit againe the Flesh repells Euer striuing neuer still And sodainly while these contend Their common Foe the cursed Fiend Findes aduantage Both to kill Earth Step-dam-like sharp Rodds doth yield To scourge her Sonns the Sea is filld Both aboue and vnder too With hideous Horrors past report Th'Aier whirling in Tempestuous sort Beats and threats All to vndoo The Countrey 's rude and foe to Fame The Court more braue and more to blame Painted Faces graces fain'd The Cittie There O! bad 's the best Seat of Deceit and Misers nest Gold their God vngodly gain'd Iarr at the Barr Stewes at the Stage In Way-fare Thieues in War-fare Rage Noyse abroad Annoyes at home In Churches Purchase Profanation Fiends seeming Saints Abhomination Euery-where no Feare of Doome The Throne 's not giuen vnto the Iust The Faithfull is not put in Trust Prophets are not held for true Nor loyall lov'd nor learned grac't Nor weary eas'd nor Worthy plac't Nor hath any heer his dew The impudent the insolent The Foole the Friend in complement And the sly we see by proof Held eloquent magnanimous Right pleasant kinde ingenious And the Wealthy wise ynough Reward is heard words are but winde Each Art is long Life short confin'd Might makes Right in euery Cause Physicke is vile and vilely vs'd Diuinity disdain'd abus'd Vnder foot men tread the Lawes The Rich with rage the Poore with plaints With hate the Wise with scorne the Saints Euermore are curstly crost With painfull toyle the Priuate-man The Nobler states with Enuy wan Without end are torne and tost If good he fares no better for 't If bad no worse they him support Fortune serueth all alike Though she simper though she smile Though she laugh outright awhile She is alwaies slippery-sleeke Who lately serued Lords-it now Who lately becked now doth bow Valleyes swell and Mountains sink Who lately flourisht now doth fade Who late was strong now feeble made Feeding Wormes in Dust doth stink So Lowly rests so Lofty rues Say that one might his fortune chuse Vnder Heauen to haue his will 'T would be a Doubt among the Wise Whether it better were to Rise To High state or to Sit still Phant'sie conceiues Reason receiues Passion repugns and Patience reaues What I wish What I desire I see and Sense importunes so I couet I commend it too Then againe it doth retire â—ense whither now T is griefe to see â—hat flits so fast so sodainly Reason whither roams thy reach What hurts were better still be hid â—nd still vnknowne O! ill-bestid Poor in store in Wealth a wretch When Fortune comes she means our Wrack And when she goes she breaks our back Comming going all is one â—or What she giues she takes away Vnkinde and blinde inconstant ay Frank to few and firme to none Oft haue I canvas'd whethers Case â—s Worst the Fall'n or th'euer-Base Yet scarce can I it decide The Fall proues plainly for the first Want Pleads that euer-Want is Worst Partiall to their proper side â—t irks the Fall'n to haue been High Th' ay-Poor could wish he had been By Either others state would glad If euen in gladnes sadnes growe Were not I somewhat glad also How extreame should I be sad If Care Wee take it Health impaires If not it takes Vs vn-awares Whether should we seek or shun Whether to passe vnto the next The good or bad be most perplext Is another Question The Guiltie suffers for his Fault The Guilt-less doubts no less assault By Miss-Fortune both desire To liue on Earth to draw this breath Both feare to Die and after Death Torment of eternall Fire Hence slowe Dayes labour wears vs thin Hence lightly Nightly fears begin Hence rathe Rising and late Rest Hence toughest storms and roughest streams Hence griping Cares and ghastly Dreams Waking sleeping do molest Winter's too-colde Summer's too-hot Autumne too-moist which breeds the Rot All the hope is in the Spring The liuely Spring is louely faire But if keen Ice then chill the Aier Little pleasure doth it bring Seas drowne the Vales the Windes doe heaue The Hills to Heav'n the Rocks they cleaue Bold Ambition stands amaz'd Expecting where to build a Fort â—o strong and rampyr'd in such sort
it But chide you sharp how-euer secrâ—t were it Shall not the brightnes of His Facâ— aâ—â—â—y â—â—u His Maâ—â—stie with awefull Raâ—es diâ—may â—ou Mâ—er Earth Ashes daring thus to play Your Bâ—st but Dust your rest but Duâ—t Clay Hold you your tongues no more your silence breâ—â—â— But at my Perill giue Me leaue to speâ—k Why should I â—eare me as one out of Sâ— With mine own Teeth or doe Sâ—lfe-Violence No should He slay me I would hope againe Though in his sight I still my right maintaine For He himselfe will saue and doe me right And cleere mee from your doome of Hypocrite Sith in His presence Such can haue no place Nor hope such help of His assisting Grace Giue therefore eare vnto my words waigh VVith due regard what I shall truly say Lo heere I stand as ready to be try'd And well I knowe I shall be iustifi'd Come who will charge me oppose my Pleas Alas I die if now I hold my peace Onely but spare me in Two things with-drawe Thy heauie hand vvith-hold thy glorious Awe From frighting me then from before thy face I shall not hide me nor betray my Case Then at thy choise be in this Cause dependant I am indifferent Plaintif or Defendant What and How-many are my Sins pretended Shew me Wherein and How I haue offended That Thou should'st shun turn thee from me so And handle me as thy most hated Foe Doost Thou vouchsafe a witherd Leafe to crush Against dry Stubble doost Thou daign to rush That in so bitter and seuere a stile Thou doost indight mee and recite the while My sinnes of Youth them re-recording fresh VVith th'Heritage inherent vnto Flesh And putt'st my feet into the Stocks so strait VVatchest my Waies and at my heeles doost wait To finde some hole in my fore-acted Life Scourging mine Errors with thy Terrors rife VVhile rotten-like it wasteth as a Cloth Grown full of holes eaten by the Moth. MAn born of Man's Womans loynes alas Cap â— Hath but few dayes those ful sad to pass Much like a Flower he shooteth vp and fades Quickly cut downe he vanisheth as Shades Of no continuance here Yet dost Thou daign To frowne at Such striue with Me so vaine Who from Pollution can pure thing extract O! there is None none that is so exact Sith then his dayes Thou hast determined Sith that his Months with thee be numbered Sith Thou hast set the certain Time he has To Him vncertain which He cannot pass Forbeare awhile from him looke away Till as the Hireling he hath done his Day For though a Tree befelled from the Root 〈◊〉 there hope 〈◊〉 inches will re-shoot Though in the Earth 〈…〉 be old and dry Tâ—â—â— on the Eaâ—â—h 〈…〉 as dead do lie Yâ—â—â—y the Seâ—t of the neeâ—â—inding Flood It wâ—â—â—â—â—e and as a Plant re-â—ud Pâ—t Man man's Body from hâ—â— Soule bereft Man down dead O! whâ—t of Him is left Siâ—â— aâ— Sâ—â—-waâ—ers past re-pâ—sse no more As Râ—â—â—rs â—ry'd return not to their Shore Man Dead-asleep shall neuer wake again Nor neuer rise till Heav'n no more remain O! wert thou pleas'd me in my Graue to hide Vâ—till thy Wrath were past and pacifi'd Or that there were some Time or Term assign'd me When Thou wilt cease in thy Mercy mind me Or shall a Man neer dead heer liue again Still liuing-dying in continuall Pain And shall I still in this distressed state Wait all the Dayes of mine appointed Date Vntill my Chaâ—gâ— my Renâ—â—ation come When Thou shalt call me nor shal I be dumb But answer thee Then then Thou wilt approue That Thou the Works oâ— thine own hands doost loue Though now my steps thou numbrest so exact Not'st all my Sins seem'st them to haue packt As in a Bagge safe sealed yea to add New Trespasses vnto the old I had So that as Mountains mouldring down do sink As from their places shiuer'd Rocks do shrink As waters break the Stones as Showres surround The dusty Earth Thou doost Man's hope coÌ„found And tryumph'st euer ouer Him deiected Transform'd in Face as from thy Face reiected Nor knoweth He whether his deer Posteritie Shall poorely fare or flourish in Prosperitie But while his Soule his Body beares about That shall haue Woe within This without The second Booke 〈◊〉 15. TO This of His so hot and vehement Thus Eliphas in the same Element Should one so wise as thou doost vaunt thee heere Discourse so vainly bring such idle geare Vent from the Centre of a swelling brest As noysome Gales as the vnholsome East Trifle the Time about I vvot not what In idle and vnprofitable chat Nay nullifie Religious Feare and Pietie Not praying to but pleading with the Deitie VVhich thine own mouth hath witnest too-too-far VVith subtile Cauils of a Sophister Yea thine own mouth not mine shall thee coÌ„uince Against thy Selfe thy lippes giue Euidence Why Man wert Thou the first man on the earth Or wert Thou born before the Hills had birth Hast Thou alone GOD's Secret vnderstood And hast Thou onely VVisedom in thy Hood VVhat is' t Thou knowest that We haue not kend VVhat vnderstand'st Thou but VVe comprehend There are of Vs as old as Thou or rather Some I suppose more antient then Thy Father And doost Thou slight our Comforts godly sent Or hast Thou of thine Owne more excellent Why doth thy heart and whither thee transport Why doost thou close thine eyes that in this sort Thy Spirit turnes shall I say spurns at GOD And from thy Lips spets words so bold and broad O! What is Man that He should clean exist Or Womans Son that He should Iust persist Behold He found his Angels stood not sure Neither the Heanens in His pure sight are pure Then How-much-more before Him filthy stinks Stock-stained Man who Sin as Water drinks I 'll therefore shew the hark and marke me well What I haue seen I will declare and tell What from their Elders Sages yerst haue know'n And to their Heires successiuely haue show'n Such as indeed haue had the Helm in hand To steer their Owne and Strangers to with-stand The Wicked Man's in-labour all his Life In bitter Pains in Pangs and Passions rife Number of yeares are seldome His to summe A Sound of Feares still in His eares doth humme Or if at all He seem in ease to swim The swift Destroyer shall soon seaze on him Hâ—p-less and Hope-less euer to recouer Sâ—eing the Sword him euer hanging ouer Needy indeed or greedy still of more Pining in Plenty staruing in his Store He wanders seeking of his Bread about In dread of Want of a Black Day in doubt Trouble and Anguish shall him deep affright As royall Armies ready for the Fight For He hath stretched his proudâ—â— and at Heav'n And stubbornly hath with th' Almighty striv'n Running at Him rushing vpon his Neck Yea on the Posses of his Shield so thick Because his Fat his full broad
His Roots belowe shall rot amid the Clay His Boughes aboue be cut and cast away His Memorie shall perish from the Earth His Name heer nameless as before his Birth He shal be driv'n to Darknes from the Light And forth the World he shall be hunted quight Nor Sonne nor Nephew shall be leaue behind Nor in his Houses any of his Kind So that the Ages present and to come Shall stand amazed at his dismall Doome And This is sure the Lot the heauie Load Of VVicked-ones that fear not know not GOD. IOB then reply'd Alas how long will Yee Torment my Soule with words torture Mee Caâ— â— Ten times ye haue with too obdurate minde Reproacht mee This vnciuill and vnkind But put the Case that I haue sinn'd indeed Must not I beare it Then alas what need You load me more and magnifie your wit To amplifie my Guilt and Griefe of it Seeing you see that GOD hath cast me downe And with his Net hath compassed me round Lo I cry-out of wrong violence Aloud I cry yet haue no Audience Nor Ease at all He hath so hedg'd my VVay I cannot passe My Paths in stead of Day Are Darke beset He hath my glorie reft And from my head He hath the Crowne bereft He hath destroy'd me euery-way vndone My Hope remoued as a Tree is gone And more His Wrath against me fiercely fryes He reckons Me among his Enemies His Troupes assembled march against Me egre And round about my feeble Tent belâ—guer He hath disperst my Brethren from me farre To Me my Kindred as meer Strangers are My Neighbors flie me my Familiar Frend Hath now forgot me as if neuer kend Nay mine own Household Men Maid-seruants all Count me a Stranger care not for my Call Nor will come at me though I speak them faire Nay to mine own Wife for the noisome aire My Breath is strange though I beseech her sad By those deer Pledges wee together had The Basest scorn me and when vp I rise They spet their Spight in bitter Obloquies Mine Intime-most Those that I loued best Abhor mee All and me the most molest My Bones in sted of Flesh cleaue to my skin And that not sound saue what my Teeth grow in Then â—itty me ô pitty me my Frends Sith GOD on me his heauie hand extends Ah! Why do you yet persecute me rough As GOD Alas hath not my Flesh enough O! that my words the words I now assâ—uer Were writ were printed to last for-euer Were grav'â— in Marble with an Iron pen With Lead in-yoated to fill vp agen I surely knowe that my Redeemer liueth And that He shalâ— This firm my Faith belieueth In th' End of Time return rise from Dust The Fiâ—st Last to iudge and saue the Iust And that I shall when worms haue eat This Clod I shalâ— awake in my flesh see GOD Yea I shall see him with These Eyes of mine And with none else though Now in Paines I pine The rather therfore should you now retract And Thus Your-selues discreetly now correct Why persecute We Him Why hate Him Wee Sith â—his Foundation is thus fixt in Mee Then be you warn'd beware fear the Sword For Wickednes Cruelty in word Incenseth Wrath Know there shal Iudgment come To doom them right who Others rash misdoom SCarce had He done when the Naamathite Replyes him Thus Therefore my thoughts incite My suddain Answer therfore am I spurr'd Regarding light thy sharp and shamefull Guird VVith speed to speake vnto the Point in hand VVhat I conceiue rightly vnderstand Know'st thou not This of old through euery Age Since first on Earth began Man's Pilgrimage That the tryumphing of the Wicked Sort The Ioy of th' Hypocrite is euer short Although to Heav'n hee mount his glorious Top Though to the Clowds his head be lifted vp Yet shall he perish as his dung for aye And who hath seen them shal ask VVhere are they As Dreames forgotten shall he take his flight Yea chas'd away as Visions of the Night Th' Eye that hath seen him shal not see him twise Nor shall his Places him againe reuise His Children shall be fawning on the Poore And His Extortions shall to them restore His Bones are full of his Youth's sinnes his Lust VVhich shall not leaue him till he lie in dust Though to his Taste his Sin be passing sweet Though vnder-neath his Tongue he couer it Though there he spare it and not spet it out Though on his Palate still it roule about Yet is his Meat turnd in his Bowells all And is within him as the Aspic 's Gall H' hath swallow'd Wealth but GOD shall make him fain To spue it out to cast it vp againe He shall the Aspic 's direfull Poison suck VVith Vipers tongues he shall be deadly stuck He shall not see the Oylie Riuers Currents Nor Brooks of Butter nor the Honny Torrents His Labour neuer shall regain his Losse He shal restore whom he before did crosse The Restitution shal be all his state He neuer shall digest nor ioy thereat Because the Poore he crushed and forsook And Others Houses violently took Sure he shall haue no quiet Calm within VVithout no Store of what he ioyeth in There shal be no Remainder of his meat And his Reuersions none shal wait to eat Nay in his Ruffe and at his Greatest Height He shal be stocked in full many a Strait Continuall Hazards shal him round enring Each spightfull hand shall haue at him a fling VVhen he is readie for his rich Repast On Him will GOD his fietie Furie cast Amid his Feasts his dead Displeasure thrilling In stead of Food his brest with horror filling If he escape the Sword from Bowes of steel Steel-headed Arrowes shal him thorough thrill The naked Swords bright-shining terror shall Peep through his Bosom creep throgh guts gall Horrors shal haunt him and so hard-bestid From hiding him all Darknes shall be hid A Fire vnblow'n him suddain shall consume Aâ—d woe to them that tarry in his Roome Heav'n shall discouer his Iniquities And Earth for witnesse shall against him rise All his Reuenewes all his state and stay Shall flowe to Others in his Wrathful Day This is the Porâ—ion of the Wicked This His Heritage by GOD appointed is SO Zephar ceast Then IOB reply'd I pray Heare heedfully what Now I haue to say Be this the Comfort you vouchsafe alone Let Me but speak and afterwards mock on Doe I complain or make my moan to Man Why doe you crosse or interrupt me than If I haue cause of Griefe should not my spirit Be moou'd withall Can Flesh Bloud forbear it Behold me well be withall dismay'd And let your hand vpon your mouth be layd Thought of the like else-where would me affright And daunt my Flesh How then my present sight How comes it that the Wicked liue liue long Grow Rich grow Great wex Eminent Strong They see their Children Grand-children
you your Selues you all haue seen it too VVhy talk ye then thus vainly as yee doo This is with GOD the Portion the Part Of the Vngodly the Cruell heart This heritage shall impious Tyrants haue From the â—lmightie This they shall receaue If many Children be shall leaue behind As many shall the Sword or Famine find Or if that any in Remain be left They by the Plague shal vnbewayl'd be reft If He haue heaped Siluer as the Dust And Clothes as Clay he may but sure the Iust Shall ioy his Siluer his Treasures share And wearâ— his Ward-robe how-so rich rare If braue he build it is but like the Moth On others ground as that in others Cloth Soon dispossest or like a Watch-house soon To be set vp and suddainly pull'd-down Such Rich shall die and he without regard Vngather'd to his Fathers Toomb prepar'd Nothing of Him remains in Memorie He vanisheth in Twinkling of an eye Horrors shall seaze him as a Floud with Fright And as a Tempest hurry him in the night An Eastern Storm him quite away shal chase And as Wâ—iâ—le-wind hurle him from his place So pittiless in wrathfull Ielousie VVhile glad fain he would his fingers flie VVil GOD pursue him Good men shal smile And clap their hands hiss at him the while SVre there are Mines veinlings vnder ground Whence Silver 's fetcht wherin Gold is found Caâ— â— Iron out of Earth and out of Stone the Brass Is melted down into a purer mass Beyond the bounds of Darknes Man hath pry'd And th'Excellence of vnder-ground descry'd The rarest Stones richest Mineralls From deadly Damps horrid Darks he hales And if some Torrent come there rushing in Such as no Foot hath felt no Eye hath seen He can reuert it or diuert it soon Without Impeachment to his VVork begun Earth's surface yeelds him Corn Fruits for food Her vnder-folds some burning Sulphury flood Amid the Quarrs of Stone are Saphires store Among the Dust the precious Golden Ore VVhere neuer Bird before did Path discry VVhere neuer Vultur cast her greedy Eye VVhere sauage Whelps had neuer neuer trac't Nor furious Lion euer by had past On Cliffs of Adamant He layes his hands Their height hardnes He at will commands Slents them with Sledges crops their clowdy crown He by the roots turns Mountains vp-side down To let out Rills He cleaueth Rocks insunder His Eye perceiues all that is precious vnder He binds the VVaters that they shal not weep And diues for Riches in the deepest Deep All This more hath Man But where is found That souerain VVisedom sacred profound That Vnderstanding of the VVaies diuine Of GOD's supream and secret Discipline Man knowes it not nor kenns the worth of it It is not found in any liuing VVit The Deeps confess the Sea acknowledgeth T is not in Me nor with Me th' other saith Nor Gold nor Siluer nor all Gems that are Can purchase it nor equall it by farre No wedge of Ophir neuer so refin'd No Aethiopian Topaze Pearle of Inde No precious Onyx neither Saphire pure Corall and Crystall passe I as obscure No Carbuncle no Diamant so rare No One nor All with VVisedom may compare But Whence is then Where is to be found That sacred VVisedom secret profound Sith it is hidden from all humane Eyes And from the sight of euery Foule that flyes Death Destruction say VVe of the same Haue with our eares but onely heard the Fame GOD GOD alone doth vnderstand it Way And knowes the place where it abideth aye For He at once beholdeth All that is In all the VVorld All vnder Heav'n he sees To poize the Winds portion at his pleasure Vnto the Waters their due weight measure When for the Raine he stablisht a Decree And for the Thunder's Lightning Mutinie Then did Hee see it and fore-see it fit He numbred pondred prepared it And vnto Man This Maxime did apply GOD's Feare is Wisedom from Sin to flie 〈◊〉 â—9 IOB yet proceeded said furthermore O! were it with mee as it was of yore In my fore-passed Months my former Dayes When GOD preseru'd me when with gracious raies His Lightfull Lamp reflected on my head Whereby I walkt through Darknes void of Dread As in my younger times when yet the Lord Vouchsaf't me Blessings of my Bed Boord When yet the Lord was with me in my Tents And showred there his hidden Prouidence WheÌ„ where I went my waies were bath'd in Butter And Rocks about me Rills of Oile did gutter VVhen I had gon vnto the publique Gate To take my place where all our Senate sate At sight of Me would Young men hide them thence And th' Elder sort stand vp for reuerence Nobles were silent if I present were And if I spake they turn'd their â—ongue to Eare And th' Eare that heard me blessed me the Eye That saw me witnest mine Integritie For I deliuered euery Poore opprest The Orphan the Helpless I redrest He blessed me that was wel-neer vndon The Widowes heart I cheered I put-on â— put-on Iustice as a seemly Gowne â—t was vnto me as a Robe and Crowne â— as an Eye vnto the Blind became And as a Foot vnto the Halt and Lame A Father was I to the Poore and where The Case was Dark I would discusse it Cleer I also brake th'Oppressors greedy Iawes And took the Prey out of his Teeth and Pawes Then thought I sure to die at home in rest And said I shall with long good Daies be blest For by the Waters was my Root out-spred Vpon my Top Heav'ns nightly Deaw was shed My Wealth increast mine Honour daily grew My Bowe of Health my Strength did still renew When I had spoken euery Eare was prest To giue me eare and in my Counsels rest Without Reply and as the latter Rain The thirstie Earth my Words they entertain If I had laught or smil'd on any neer They took no notice nor would change my Cheer â— sate as Chief I onely rul'd the roast Dwelt as a King amid an armed Hoast And as a Man amid a mourning Rout That from his lips pours liuely Comforts out 〈◊〉 30 BVt now alas My Puisnès Me deride The meanest mock me Yea and Those beside Whos 's ragged Fathers I refus'd to keep My Shepheards Curs much more to cure my Sheep For to say truth what Seruice could they doo So idle bred both Young and Elder too Weakned with Sloath and wicked Conuersation And waxen old in wretched Desolation For Cold and Hunger wandring here and there With Mallowes fed and roots of Iuniper Pursewd as Theeues hunted from place to place With Hue and Cries and euer had in Chase And therefor fain for Shelter's sake to creep In Clifts and Caues in Rocks and Dungeons deep Among the Thorns and Thickets roaring rife Wild Out-lawes leading a most Beastiall life The Breed of Fooles the Fry of
farre from the All-ruling hand Of Iustice Selfe th' Almighty GOD most High To doe Iniustice or Iniquitie No He to Each man his own Work repayes And makes him finde according to his Waies Vndoubtedly the Lord of Hosts the Strong Nor hath nor doth nor will nor can doe wrong Who hath to Him charge of the Earth impos'd And Who but He hath the whole World dispos'd If He but please on Man to set his minde To re-assume his Spirit his Breath his Wind All Flesh at once if He but hold his breath Shall turn to Dust and perish all in Death Now note Thou this if so thou hast a heart To vnderstand list what my Words impart Shal He haue Rule that Iudgement loathes lacks And for vniust wilt Thou the Iustest taxe Beseems it Any to a King to say O! Thou art Wicked in thy partial Sway Or vnto Princes to vpbraid them Thus You are Vngodly you are Impious Then how-much lesse to Him that puts no Ods Touching the Persons of those Earthly Gods Nor twixt the Rich and Poore the Great and Small For they alike are his owne Hands-work all They at His will shall in a moment die Yea euen at Mid-night vnexpectedly The People shall be troubled and transported And euen the Princes without hands subuerted For euermore His eyes are open wide On all Mens Waies on euery Step Stride There is no Darknes nor no Shade of Death For Wicked-ones to hide them vnder-neath Nor will he though Any so ouer-load That they may iustly grudge or plead with GOD. By Heaps will He to peeces grinde the Great And in their steed set Others in their seat For vnto Him their Works are manifest Night turn'd to Light and they shall be supprest Them as most Wicked smites he as it were In all mens sight in open Theatre Because from Him they did reuolt and swerue And would not any of his Waies obserue But caus'd the loud Cries of the Poore ascend To Him who alwaies doth their Cryes attend When He giues Quiet who dares be so bold To cause Disturbance And if He with-hold His Countenance who then behold Him can Whether a People or a Priuate man That th'Hypocrite no more may Raign as King Nor vnder him the snared People wring Vs therfore Thus beseems to say to GOD I beare with Patience thy correcting Rod I will not murmur nor burst out therefore But sigh in silence and offend no more Shew me my Sins I see not nor perceiue And Hence-forth will I all Iniustice leaue Or should it be after Thy pleasure ay No will-thou-nill He will not I repay Now therefore speak thy Conscience seriously And let the prudent mark and testifie That void of Knowledge IOB hath mis-auerr'd And wide of Wisdom his Discourse hath err'd Would therefore Father he might yet be try'd Sith for the Wicked he hath so reply'd For to his Sin he doth Rebellion ad Claps hands at vs as He the Better had And too-too-pure in his too-prudent Eyes Against th' Almighty Words he multiplies ELihú proceeding Thus moreouer said Caâ— â— Thinkst Thou this right â—f it be rightly waid Which thou hast spoken or thy peech imply'd My Righteousnes is more than GOD's O Pride For Thou hast said What will it vantage thee What shall I gain if I from Sin be free I 'll answer thee and with Thee All so dreaming Look-vp and see the Heav'ns aboue thee gleaming Behold how high if therefore thou transgresse And multiply thy Sin and Wickednesse What hurt doost Thou to GOD What Detriment On th' other side if Thou be innocent If lust What doost Thou to his Goodnes giue Or from Thy hand What What doth He receiue Thy Wickednes may hurt a Man like thee Thy righteousnes to Man may helpfull be For manifold and frequent Tyranny Oppressors make oppressed-ones to cry Yea to cry-out for cruell Violence Of Mightie-ones of Men of Eminence But there is None that saith as due belongs Where 's GOD my Maker Who by Night giues Songs Who teacheth vs hath vs more Wisdom giuen Than Beasts of Earth or to the Fowles of Heauen There cry they oft but none doth heare or heed For th'Euils sake who in all Ills exceed For Vanity GOD doth not hath not heard Nor euer will th' Almighty it regard Now though Thou saist thou seest Him not Hee 's Iust With Him is Iudgement therefore in Him trust For want whereof his Wrath hath visited Yet not so hot as Thou hast merited Therefore doth IOB open his Mouth in vain And void of Knowledge yet yet mis-complain 〈◊〉 36 ELihu yet said A little suffer me For I haue yet more to alleadge to Thee On GOD's behalf I 'll fetch mine Arguments From farre confirm'd by long Experience To iustifie my Maker's Holinesse Giue Him his owne and right his Righteousnesse I 'll speak no Falshood nor no Fraud propound All my Discourse shall be sincere and sound Lo GOD is Mighty yet doth none despise Omnipotent Omniscient Strong and Wise â—e spareth not the Life of Wicked wights â—ut the Oppressed in their wrongs he rights â—is Eyes are neuer off the Righteous sort Them on the Throne He doth with Kings consort Them He aduances and beyond all Term â—oth them establish and them fast confirm Or if that euer Fetters them befall Or they be holden in Afflictions Thrall He lets them see their Works their Wickednes Their wandring By-waies and their bold Excesse And opens then their Eare to Disciplin Commanding quick that they returne from Sin If they return to serue and Him obey Their Daies Years right happy spend shal They â—f not the Sword shall smite them sodainly And in their wilfull Folly shall they die But Hypocrites the Men of double heart They heap-vp Wrath they cry not when they smart They die in Youth their Life among th' Vncleane Most Insolent most Impudent Obscoene He th' humble Poore in his Affliction frees Their Eares he opens in Calamities So woald He Thee from thy Distresse haue freed And brought thee forth far from the Streits of Need To spacious Plentie and thence forth thy Bâ—ord Should with the best and fattest haue been stor'd Buâ— Thou too-wicked-like too-stifte hast stood As their presumptions seeming to make good Not stoopt but strutted in Contesting Pride Therefore on Thee doth Iudgement yet abide Sith wroth he is beware to tempt him more Lest with his Stroak he sodain smite theâ—ore Or hisse thee hence with his al-mighty Breath Then can no Râ—nsom thee redeem from Death Will He regard thy Goods or reak thy Gold Thy State or Srength how much or manifold Nor wish Thou hope-lâ—ss for the hap-less Night When from their place People are taken quight Beware regard not Thou Iniquitie Neither alas through faint â—nfirmitie Chuse rather That than thine Affliction 's Part With humble Patience of a Constant heart Behold the Lord is for his Power suprem And for his Prudence Who doth teach like Him â—ho hath
their Bed All shun her aye the more She draweth nigh-them 7 What Good or Bad boads Life or Death to giue To be so fond of That This so flying Thou would'st not die yet know'st not how to liue Not knowing Life to be a liuing-dying 8 One loues this Life Another loathes it wholly Som look for Ease Promotion som som Profit To loue it for the Pleasures heer is Folly Weaknes to hate it for the Troubles of-it 9 The Storm at Sea vnder a Calm is bred Within Good-hap Ill-hap hath life included Begun in Tears in Toiles continued And without Dolour cannot be concluded 10 Life like a Taper with the weakest Blasts Is waued wasted melted puffed out In some somtimes euen to the Snuff it lasts In others hardly to the halfe holds-out 11 Fruit on the Trees first blooms theÌ„ buds theÌ„ grows Then ripes then rots Such Our condition iust â—egot born bred liue die so roundly goes Times Wheel to whirl our Bodies back to Dust 12 This Life 's a Tree whose goodly Fruits are Men â—ne falls Himselfe Another's beaten down â—'s stript at last of Leaues and Apples then â—y Time 's same hand which had them first bestown 13 This Life 's a Table where in earnest-iest â—oure Gamsters play Time eldest vantage takes â—nd biddeth Passe Loue fondly sets his Rest Man needs will see it but Death sweeps the stakes 14 This Life indeed is but a Comoedie Where This the Kaiser playes That the Clowne â—ut Death stil ends it in a Tragoedie Without distinction of the Lord from Lowne 15 This Life 's a Warre ciuill forrain too Within without Man hath his Enemies To keep the Fort Death doth the Towne vndoo To saue the Soule the Body Shee destroyes 16 The World 's a Sea the Galley is this Life The Master Time the Pole Hope promiseth Fortune the Winde the stormie Tempest Strife And Man the Rowe-Slaue to the Port of Death 17 The World mee thinks is like our Parliaments Where Right too oft is ouer-born by Wrong Where Quirks Quidits are of Consequence Where lastly nought Death's Sentence can prolong 18 The World is much of a faire Mistress mood Which wilie makes more Fooles then Fauorites Hugs These hates Those yet will of all be woo'd But neuer keeps the Promise that she plights 19 Life 's smoothest glosse is like the Sphear of Glasse Archimedes framed and fill'd with Starrs As fraile as faire for the least storme alas That raps it snaps it and the Pleasure marrs 20 Th' Honor thou thirstest as one Dropsie-sick Weening to quaff it often stops thy winde 'T's a swelling Bladder which wheÌ„ Death shal prick Thou wilt confess thou but a Puff didst finde 21 And that Ambition which affords thee Wings â— seek new Seas beyond Our Ocean's Arms â— Mounts of Gold and Pearle pretious things â—l not preserue thy Carcass from the Worms 22 That Pleasure too which stops thy Reasons eares â—ots thy Soule intoxicates thy Sense â—d sad Repentance still behinde it beares â— moment Ioyes leanes Sorrowes Monuments 23 Pleasure which tires thee but contents thee neuer â—y Body wearing more than wearying â—e Danaides Siue-like Tub a-filling euer â— neuer full for all their bucketing 24 Beauty which makes the prowdest Kings to crouch â—ich serues the Soule as Letters in her fauour â— see delightfull Dangerous to touch â—m Death's drad Fury may not cannot saue her 25 But Beauty Grace-less is a Saile-less Bark â—reen-less Spring a goodly light-less Room â—un-less Day a Star-less Night and Dark â—d yet this Grace cannot escape the Toomb 26 When Bodie 's Bewty with Soule 's Bewty dwels Ther 's a Perfection passing all the rest Without This Bewty seems a Blemish els Without That Vertue seems not seemly drest 27 That Bewty which the Air Age Ague quailes VVhich busies so our Eyes Toungs hands harts At fifteen buds at twenty flowers and failes Or falls at thirtie and to Dust reuerts 28 Gold the Worlds God the Sun of Plutoe's Sons VVhom Fire and Sword incessant serue so fell Gold Vertue 's Friend and Vices Fort at-once Serues oft for Bridge to passe in post to Hell 29 Man's Knowledge heer is but meer Ignorance VVe see the wisest foulely stumble oft Learning is puft with Doubt-full Arrogance And Truth is lost while it is too-much sought 30 With Mysteries the Idiot meddles most Peeps into Heav'n into Kings Counsels pries In Pulpit Phormio doth darrain an Host Thersites prates of Arms and Policies 31 Th' Assyrian's Empire is now seen no more â—e Medes and Persians did the Greeks intomb â—eat Allexander's Kingdom kinged Foure â—hose Crownes in fine stoopt to the State of Rome 32 Where are Those Monarchs mighty Conquerors â—hose brows ere-while the whol Worlds Laurel drest When Sea Land could show no Land but Theirs â—ow of it All only Seauen Hils do rest 33 VVhere are Those Cities great goodly States â—f Niniue with thrice fiue hundred Towers â—eat Babylon Thebes with a hundred Gates â—rthage Rome's Riuall Didoe's dearest Bowers 34 All These huge Buildings These proud Piles alas Which seem'd to threaten Heav'n it selfe to scale â—aue now giuen place to Forrests Groues Grass â—nd Time hath chang'd their Names Place withall 35 Nay wilt thou see how-far Great Kings are foild â—e how somtime in Gold they swallow Poison â—e Ptolomeus Cross't Boleslas boild â—iazeth in a Cage Richard in Prison 36 See see a Prince neer Cairo flayed quick See Sápores by his prowd Victor trod See Monk-like shav'n our Cloistred Chilperick See Denis beare for Sceptre Pedant's Rod. 37 See Gordian there in his owne Girdle hung Se Phocas bones broken with furious Batts See Dioméde to his owne Horses flung To Wolues Licáon Popiel to Rats 36 See see proud Salmon sodain Thunder-slain See Theódorick with horrid Terror thrild See Longuemare hangd in a golden Chain See a fierce Courser dragging Brunechild 39 See Attalus hauing for Court a Forge See Phalaris burnt in Perillus Bull See Memprice left the greedy Wolues to gorge Cambyses Sword sheath'd in Him-selfe too full 40 Who but will feare amid the Frights of France Seeing how Death Two Henries reft of Life The Sire in Paris with a splinterd Lance The Son before it with a poysoned Knife 41 That Queen whose Court was in a Castle coopt Prisoner heer aboue a Princesse hop't â—ose royall Throne to a Tragick Seaffold stoopt â— Head she felt with whiffing steell off-chopt 42 That King who could within his Kingdomâ— drad 〈◊〉 Sol still shine when hence he vanisheth â—o past Our Seas another Empire had 〈◊〉 All he had had but a louzie Death 43 Who more his Garden of Salona priz'd â—an ROME's great Empire the Worlds CoÌ„mand â—ew well the Cares from Corwnes insepariz'd â—d Scepters sad Waight in the strongest hand 44 Towards our End insensibly we slip â— speaking sporting laughing snoring deep â—th stil drawes on-wards as at Sea the Ship â—es to her Hav'n-ward though the Mastersleep 45 Death
Each-where kills in hunting Carloman â— Caue Caligulâ— Aristobulus Bath by th' Altar Philip Iulian Camp in Councell conquering IVLIVS 46 Death seeks th' Aemathian from Nero flies One in a Shallow drownes who Seas did scape An Emperour in eating Mushromes dies A Holy-Father in a Harlots lap 47 No hand but serues Death's turn Edric by 's Mother Alboin by 's Wife Aristo by his Friends By 's owne Son Baiazeth Conrad by 's Brother Mustapha by his Sire Self Cato ends 48 Death diuersly makes him familiar heer Henry the Black a bit of Bread could fine A King of Goth's died in a Tub of Beer Thalis of Thirst of Hunger Antonine 49 Death euery-where in euery thing distils Her fell Despite Fire Aier Earth Ocean Drusus a Peare a Fig Terpander kils A Fly in drinking choaketh Adrian 50 As soon a Souerain as a Shepheard's gon Men dying heer haue but one equall Quality By Birth and Death is Their Condition one Their Stay and State between make th' Inequality 51 There 's no Death Sodain to the godly Wise His heart goes out to meet all haps before VVhen he embarks he casts Wracks Ieopardies And when Wind serues nor He will rowe no more 52 Not knowing then When Where thy Death will snatch â—t Sea or Land young old Morn Noon or Night Look for it euer euery-where keep watch â—or what we look-for little can affright 53 If Infants oft no sooner breathe then die â— Good-men little-last and Wicked long â—e not too-curious in that Secret's Why â—h ' are stroaks of that hand w ch strook neuer wrong 54 VVhy Good men go and Why th'Vngodly stay â—ispute it not GOD hath permitted so Those die to liue These liue to die for aye These liue at case Those in a World of VVo. 55 If from thy Dayes thou but thy Nights subtract â—hy Sleep's thy Care 's thy Mawe's thy Muse's waste What thy Wife weareth VVhat thy Friends exact â—hy Griefs thy Sutes How short a Life thou hast 56 The Head-ach Tooth-ach Gout or Feuer rise Or Vlcer in the Leg Stone in the Reines By lingring Drops strains out the tedious Life Yet art thou loth that Death should rid thy Paines 57 Thy Term expir'd Thou put'st-off Payment yet And weenst to win much by some Months delay Sith pay thou must wer 't not as good be quit For Death will be no gentler any Day 58 Th' affaires of Parting poast not to to-Morn For on Delay Repentance waits with Woe The Wind and Tide will in a Moment turn All houres are good for Those resolu'd to goe 59 Grudging to die in flower of thine age Thou grieu'st to be too-soon discharg'd from Prison â—epin'st too-soon to haue don thy Pilgrimage Loth to haue-in thy Haruest in due Season 60 Make of thy Deeds not of thy Dayes account Think not how far but think how faire thou passest See to what Sum thy Vertues will amount For Life and Gold are chose by waight the massi'st 61 Life 's valued by th' effect not by the age The labour not the lasting praise it most Long hath he liu'd that liueth to be sage â—ood life too-often in long life is lost 62 Long Acts commend not most a Comoediâ— T is still esteemed as the Parts are plaid â—o in our Liues not Yeers considered be â—ut worthy Actions by the Wise are waigh'd 63 Who grieues because he liu'd not heer yet born Hundred yeers is double worthy laughter â—t trebble He who at his Death doth mourn â—re not to liue a hundred yeers heer-after 64 Man 's not more Happy for long-liuing heer â—mber of Dayes doe not more Blisses bring â—ore Compass makes not a more coÌ„plete Sphear â—round's a little as a larger Ring 65 And if that Death wait on thee protract â—h Vsurie shee 'll make thee pay it double â—y Ioyes in Dream thy Dolours still in act 〈◊〉 make long Life a long Repenting Trouble 66 If Hee that heer thee in his Vineyard hir'd Pay thee at Noon thy Wages full asmuch As Those that there all the whole Day haue tir'd Why murmurst thou why dost thou grieue grutch 67 He casts his Work well well his Work-men kens Thy Slackness Slowness Weaknes to hold out Therefore yer wearie he thy Way-fare ends Lest staying longer thou mar all 't is doubt 68 He giues our Task he again will take it Who Him vnwilling Him vnworthy serues Before he call 't is follie to forsake it And who-so leaues it to be left deserues 69 Or first or last on All this Stamp is set Early or late into This Port must Wee Who gaue the Charge ordained the Retreat One self-same Law did Life Death decree 70 The more the Body dures Soule more indures Neuer too-soon can Shee from thence exile Pure in she came there liuing Shee impures And suffers there a thousand Woes the while 71 The Soule is forc't within the Flesh to dwell â—n danger there shee liues sleeps in fear To hatch her Bird she needs must break her Shell â—nd think It neuer can too-soon appear 72 Soule blames the Body Body blames the Soule â—t Death surprising ends their Quarrell prest â—own goes the Body in the Dust to roule â—he faithfull Soule vp to th' eternall Rest 73 Death frees the Soule from Bodies wilfull Errors â—om the Soules Vices She the Bodie saues â—he Soule 's Annoyes are to the Body Terrors â—e Bodies Torments to the Soule are Graues 74 This Body is not Man His Stuff 's more fine â—s Beauty with Heau'ns Beauty hath Affinitie â—e Body dead That euer-liues diuine 〈◊〉 euen a Beam from the supream Diuinitie 75 If then the Soule so long Heer languishing â—hin the Bodie doe not gladly part 〈◊〉 hath forgotten her own Source or Spring â—d that She must from whence she cam reuart 76 But more then Death Death's Pain appalleth thee That 's but a Stream which swiftly vanisheth Ther 's as no Pain in that Extremitie For th'Body down doth nothing feele in death 77 Then quit those Fears that in thy Phantsie stick For violent Euills haue no permanence If that Death's Pain be keen 't is also quick And by the Quicknes takes away the Sense 78 To leaue thy Babes behind thy hart it gripes In Whose Thou shalt reuiue from lap to lap Happy who hath them for they are our Types And oft Who hath None 's happy by mishap 79 To leaue thy Wife thou wail'st wel worth excusing 'T's a necessary Ill Good stranger-like Which cleerest Eyes Self-wise too-oft mischusing In little Flesh finde many Bones to pick. 80 Th' art loth to leaue the Court's Delights Deuices Where None liues long vnbrau'd or vnabhorred Where Treason's Prudence where the Vertues Vicesâ— Where som no Eyes wher som haue no Forehead 81 The Mariner that runs from Rock to Rock â—rom Wrack to Wrack dwelling in dangers rife Waue's Bal Wind 's Thral Tempest's Shuttlecock Would not exchange His for the Courtiers Life 82 The Court beguiles thee as black-Angel-Bands
â—n giuing Leaues for Fruits to Circes Sisters Their brightest Torches are but funerall Brands â—nd in the Court All is not Gold that glisters 83 Thou wold'st in Death reuenge thy wroÌ„ged Worth â—ake known thy Loue haue shown thy braue Ambition â—hy fram'st thou not thy Death vnto thy Birth Which brought thee naked forth void of Passion 84 Fain wold'st thou see thy Learning's fruit perhaps â—â—…pe yer Thou rot that 's but a vain Desire â—â—rt now-adayes may starue while Ignorance â—â—th Shades for Summer for Winter Fire 85 All day thou trudgest thorough thick thin â—â—r that dull Bulk which doth thee daily braue â—â—inice wreaths Ropes which aye his Ass windes-in â—â—e Soule that serues the Body is a Slaue 86 As many steps in Death as Life we tread Esteem for Deaths all Daies since thou hadst breath To come's not Thine Present is instant fled And Time in time is ouer-come by Death 87 When Man 's imbarkt on th' Vniuersal Deck Hee neither can swiften his Course nor slack it Tide Winde and Weather are not at his Beck And To put back hath many often wracked 88 Some somtimes grieue for one that gladly dies Socrates ioyes sith wrong he suffereth Xantippa melts in Tears He laughs She cries Diuersly iudging of these Darts of Death 89 To runne vnto this Death is Desperate rage Wise Patience onely waits it euery-where Who scorns it showes a Resolution sage For Cowards flie it the Idiots feare 90 When the last Sand of our last Glass goes out Without recoiling we must step our last As without grudge or noise dislodge the Stout And when they must goe stay not to be chac't 91 The Pilgrim longs to haue his Iourney done The Mariner would fain be off the Seas The Work-man ioyes to end his Work begun â—nd yet Man mournes to finish his Disease 92 For a short time Thy Sun is ouer-cast â—ut Thou shalt once re-see't more bright than euer â—nd that same Day which heer thou think'st thy last â— a New-birth Day to be ended neuer 93 What Wrong doth Death I pree-thee Worldling say â—hen losing vnder hope of happier matches â—utting thy Life he takes thy Card away â—nd when to saue thy Life thy Light he snatches 94 Fear'st thou Faint-hart that narrow Plank to pass â—hich GOD Himself hath gone which all Men must â—at like a Childe held by the sleeue alas â—th Eye still glancing on the brim thou go'st 95 Beyond it thou shalt see those pleasant Plains â—ose boundless Beauty all Discourse transcendeth â—ere Kings Subiects soules haue fellow Raigns â—blessed Thrones whose Glory neuer endeth 96 What shalt thou see more for more liuing Heer This Heauen this Sun thou oft before hast seen And shouldst thou liue another Plato's Yeer This World would be the same that it hath been 97 Death's end of Ills and only Sanctuarie Of him that cannot scape the Grudge the Gall Of a seuere Iudge and proud Aduersarie It is a Point which Heav'n appoints to All. 98 At that Diuorce sigh Bodies Soules do solace Th'Exile exulteth at his Home-Retreat This Bodie 's but the Inne t is not the Palace Th' immortall Soule hath an immortall Seat 99 Death 's as the Dawning of that happy Day VVhere without Setting shines the eternall Sun VVhere-in who walk can neuer neuer stray Nor Feare they Night who to the Day-ward run 100 There 's Rest eternall for thy Labours rife There 's for thy Bondage bound-less Liberty There when Death endeth she begins thy Life And where's no more Time there 's Eternity FINIS MEMORIALS of MORTALITIE Written â—n Tablets or Quatrains BY PIERE MATHIEV The second Centurie Translated Dedicated To the Right Honourable ROBERT Earle of Essex By Iosuah Sylvester TO The Right Honorable ROBERT DEVREVX Earle of Essex Ew c. Your double Title to My single heart Both by your Purchase and your Parents Right Claims both a better and a greater Part Of gratefull Seruice than This slender Mite â—â—t sith to profit more than please I write More Sighes than Songs lesse vs'd to Smiles than Smart Disdain not These Restrainers of Delight Though bitter fitter than the Soothing Art 〈◊〉 keep the Minde and Bodie both in Health To coole the Fits of Lust Ambition Pride Surfaits of Ease Youth Liberty and Wealth â—â—d cure All Sickness of the Soule beside Whence Euer free and full of Euery Good From GOD and Men be ESSEX Noble Bud. Ex Animo exoptat Iosuah Sylvester MEMORIALS of Mortalitie 1 THat height of Kings Crowns Ho nor Worthies WoÌ„der Is now but wind dust shade He whose Approch â—…pall'd the Prowdest Whom All trembled vnder â—…ursed base hand butcherd in his Coach 2 All Triumph yesterday to-day all Terror â—…y the faire Morning ouer-cast yet Euen â—…y one short Hour saw liue and dead Wars Mirror â—…uing Death's speed-stroak vndiscerued giuen 3 â—n all This World All 's fickle nought is Firm â—…s a Sea sanz Safety Calm or Port â—â—…es Cities Empires haue but heer their Term â—â—at euer 's born must vnder Death resort 4 Time flits as Wind and as a Torrent swifteth â—asseth quick and Nought can stop it flying â—ho knowes what Ills it euery Moment drifteth â—…ms that To leaue to liue is To leaue dying 5 â—an in the Wombe knowes nothing of his State â—…wile of Nature for there had he Reason â—hould fore-know this Worlds too-wretched Fate 〈◊〉 rather would intom be him in that Prison 6 Our Birth begins our Beere our Death our Breaâ— On that Condition Heer aboord we come To be 's as not to be Birth is but Death Ther 's but a Sigh from Table to the Tombe 7 Life 's but a Flash a Fume a Froath a Fable A Puffe a Picture in the Water seeming A waking Dream Dreams Shadow Shadowes Taâ— Troubling the Brain with idle Vapors steeming 8 Life to the life The Chesse-boord lineats VVhere Pawnes and Kings haue equall Portion This leaps that limps this cheks that neks that maâ— Their Names are diuerse but their Wood is one 9 Death Exile Sorrow Fear Distraction Strife And all those Euils seen before suspected Are not the Pains but Tributes of this Life Whence Kings no more than Carters are protecteâ— 10 No Sacraments haue been no Sanctuarie From Death Nor Altars for Kings offering-vp Th'Hell hallowed Host poysons Imperiall Harrie Pope Victor dies drinking th' immortall Cup. 11 Thou ow'st thy Soule to Heav'n to pay that Debt â—ot compeld Christians are willing Payers 〈◊〉 yet thy Soule as a good Guest intreat â—om no good Hoste will tumble down the Stairs 12 â—is better fall then still to feare a Fall better die then to be still a-dying 〈◊〉 End of Pain ends the Complaint withall 〈◊〉 nothing grieues that comes but once flying 13 This Life 's a Web wouen fine for som som grosse â—e Hemp some Flax some longer shorter some â—d and Ill Haps are but the Threeds acrosse 〈◊〉 first or last Death cuts it from the Loom 14 These Names which
Of his ietting the Canaries Iigg â—f the puffing of his Perriwig Times O Manners O mad Murderous Vanity Either Sexe of equal Inhumanity â—he hideous Cryes of the Afflicted fright â—sable Horrors of the silent Night So that She pearced with their pitious Case Clothes them with Clowdes and lends them Ease a spâ— The hollow Rocks and hardest Marble Stones Weep when they weep and eccho with their Grones Their Shiuering fits their Feares their Feauers make The Firmament the fixed Poles to shake Yet heer alas th' abundant Riotous Are neuer mov'd much less the Couetous Rich raking Wretch the needy-greedy Chuff Whose Hel like heart can neuer haue enough Who rather grindes then giues and beggers many Yer to a Beggar he affoord a Penny Or penny-worth of All his plentious Store When Bags and Banks and Barns can hold no more O Times O Manners O mad murderous Vanity In Yong and Old of equall Inhumanity But pardon LONDON I haue ouer-slipt I must recant least I be stript and whipt Christ-Church S. Thomas Bartholmew My Freâ— Bride-well and Bedlam better Thee commend Besides a many of peculiar Charges Of Companies and more of Priuat Largess And aboue All that black Swan SVTTON 's Nâ— From One alone almost worth All the rest â—t new Zaccheus who restored free â—ld Charter-house to better CHARITIE â— not These ALMES Are not These Monuments â—ious Zeal of kind Beneficence â—ant they are Giue GOD and Men their due â—reuerend Green-Staues what 's All This to You â—less as Romists by implicit Creed â— hope for Heav'n by Right of others Deed â—well with glory of your Elders Good â—self-Ignobles boast their Fathers Blood These few dead heer a few Hundreds cherish â—uing You let many Thousands perish â—ant perhaps not of your Gift but Gain â—ch some perhaps from others Gifts restrain â—h if time serue when they can hold no more â— will perhaps the tenth-tenth-part restore â— they are dead to build a Front for Fiue â—ose fiue Hundred they haue staru'd aliue â—imes O Manners O mad Murderous Vanity â—ery Sort of equal Inhumanity â—thiops and Turks against Our Rich shall rise â— can behold with vnrelenting Eyes â—e Aged Sick Soules gasping out their last â—ttle moued and no more agast Then is the Hunts-man when a Deer at Bay Doubles in vain and windes to get away During th' old Golden happy harmless Age When Saturn ruled without Sathan's Rage When Reason sate as Iudge on euery Throne When Iustice shar'd iustly to Each his owne When Innocence was Cities Citadel Whem Charity sole swayd the Common-weal Then had the Heav'ns nothing but ALMES for Eâ— Then had the Earth which now the Heav'ns defie No other Heav'n then th' only Mantle faire Of ALMES bestow'd by Water Earth and Aire And Fier withall from whose fel Nature ALMâ— Extracts the Fierceness and the Fury calmes ALMES was the Word th'All-perfect Artist said When out of ALMES He bade A Heav'n be madâ— A fruitfull Earth a Lightful heatful Fier A Sighful Aier though Soule-les to respire A moistful Water wauing Changefully A World in brief full of all Quality So that in fine of All This All Theatre ALMES is the Forme ALMES is the primer Mâ— So necessary for Our Liuely-hood That after GOD it is Man's Souerain-Good â—artha's and Marie's ALMES in Bounty rife â—or'd their Brother to a second Life â—who so free the Fire-Coacht Prophet fed â—nd happy Guerdon for her Darling dead Faithful ALMES wingd with his feruent Prayer â—rought the Breath of her Death-seized Heir â—LMES is the Glew of Frendships permanence â—of all Vertues th' only Quintessence â—inst Heav'ns Anger 't is an Anchor sure â—inst Earth's Rage a Rampire to endure â—ck of Honor against Slanders Armes â—ield of safety against hurtfull Charms â—or on the Man where pious Pitty dwels â—ice can nothing with Thessalian Spels â— Traitor 's Poignard nor his Powder-Wit â— cunning mixture of a Murderous Bit â— secret Wyles of cheating Hypocrites â— priuie Thieues nor proud Monopolites â— ought nor All that Mischief can reuolue â—are the Heauens or Nature to dissolue â—LMS calms the Winds giues them gentle breth â— War of Waues it quickly quieteth â—â— Shoals and Shelues from where the Siren sings â— ALMNER's Ship it swift and safely brings When need requires it Oares and Sailes supplies And past the Pole another Pole espies To steer his Course if what his heart doth vow Abroad at home his loyall hand allow In liberal ALMES vnto the Needy sort At his Return into his wished Port. The Golden Table that Great Pompey pilld From Salem serv'd as sacred Vengeance willd For Sword to Caesar GOD so ielous is Though Nought He needs of what is vowed Hiâ— Th' High Threasorer of ASIA's impious Rapt VVithin the Temple was with Horror wrapt And but th'High-Priest by Praier succoured The Sacrilegious had there perished So may they speed or worse then so that spoile GOD 's liuing TEMPLFS by or Gripe or Guile That from their Pastor or their PRINCE detain The Tithe or Tribute sacred Lawes ordain That from the Poor their ancient Rights conceal Or in their new with Them vniustly deal That haue by secret sacrilegious Theft Robd Church or State or holy Almes bereft O! may they once as high as Haman mount And from Mount Faulcon giue a sad Accompt â—all the Wrongs as Conscience them conuinces â—ne to their GOD their Country Peers and Princes â—ile Great-ones blinded or as loth to spy â— oft their Fingers in the Golden Pye â— priuate Profit or peculiar Pleasure â—glecting Poore Publik's and Princes Threasure â—imes O Manners Most to be deploi'd â— sodain mend them or soon end them Lord. â—or if poor France fal in an All-Consumption Death's sad Crisis will be This Presumption Priuat Lucre without publike Care â—ile Each Self-seruing winks at Others Share â—OD for his Mercy grant My Feares be vaine â—rid me soon out of the Care-full Pain â—fer daily while so few I see â—m This Corruption's foule Contagion free â— would I had his bred in humblest Thatch â—re of the loigns of one that Sprats doth catch â—oor in Wit as not of power to knowe â—impious Trains that Empires ouer-throwe â—appily more dull of head and heart â—â—ould I feel vn-feeling France's Smart â— sayes her Self by Selfs Disloyalties â—ng no Foe but her Owne Avarice With Pride her Partner and Impunity Their strong Abbettor Which Triumviri Is able sole and soon to ruinate And raze the Glory of the greatest State Or bury 't quick i' th Tombe of careless Princes That wink or shrink vnder their Insolences Robbing them Selues of th' Honor and Renoune Which Heav'ns entail vnto a happy Croune But if I can be willing not to dye 'T is out of hope to see the Company Of Sacrilegious roundly go-to-pot Expos'd in publike to some shamefull Lot VVhen our Great Hercules All monsters Dread Shall haue cut-off the Golden Hydra's head For an eternal Trophey of his Glory And Argument of an Immortal Story But now return we to
Phoebus Coach-man scarce awake did seem â—ing to harness all his fiery Teem â—ing me thought i th' Ward-robe or at Waltham â—ong the Chief where Grief did so assalt 'em â—n Either side that neither Great nor Small â—d one dry Eye to see My sight withall â—e thought I sawe a White bright-shining Creature â—ust in the Forme of HONOR's wonted Feature â—proaching softly to a Sable Bed â—ere weeping Sorrow layd his sleepeless head â—d with a Voice like one deuoutly praying â—ill-softly Thus me thought I heard it saying Sweet Loue My Lord Loadstar of my Desire â—hose purest flame had only power to fire â—e Icie Forte of HONOR 's chaste Affection â—onne by thy loue but more by thy Perfection Deere Soule which draw'st by vnseen vertue so My Soule to greet thee once yet yer I go Cease cease to weep giue ouer Sighes sobbing Thine eyes of Rest thy brest of Comforts robbinâ— For though soft Water hardest Marble weares Flint-harted Death is neuer perc't with Teares Vse therefore other Arms against his Rages And of Thy loue giue more autentik Gages Whom yerst I chose among the choicest Wortâ— Of British Gallants ouer South and North For Parts and Port for mild Martiall manner In braue Deseignes to do their Country honor Who in mine eye seem'd to excell the rest And Whom my Mind esteem'd aboue the best Must not expresse His loue to Mee departed With vulgar Showes of the most-vulgar-hearted No light Me Lamps that may Thy loue becoâ— Such as may shine about aboue my Tombe To all Beholders as a holy Mirror Reducing Nobles from Ignobles Error Or as a Pharus to direct the Court From Rocks Wracks into the Happy Port For thogh my loue seek but my HAY DENNâ— My Charitie is heer-in meant to Many â—s from the Dead I come the Quick to call â—om Sinn 's deep Sleep Thee Deer first of All. Deer if thou yet hold-deer a Soule deuested â—f worldly Pomp which hath the World impested â—weet heart put-off sweet Hay now leaue Thou quick â—hat ô I left not till nigh deadly Sick â—orsake the World yer it haue Thee forsaken â—nd yer thy Youth with Ruth be ouer-taken â—egard thy Soule thy Bodie lesse respect â—ll Vanitie curbe euery fond Affect â—hereby the World still striueth to imprison â—he purest Raies of Man's diuinest Reason â—reep heer no longer with thy mortall Dust â—limbe with thy fiery Soule vp to the Iust â—xhale thee so in heau'nly things admiring â—s to the Place of thy first Birth aspiring Few are thy Dayes with many Dolors fill'd â—ith Hoping tired with Desiring kill'd â—er thou attain what thou would'st fain merry Or if thou doost anon it makes thee weary â—or what Delight that euer Earth thee lent â—ast thou aye found pleasing and permanent â—onor's faire Mask for all the Pomp Brauerie â—n golden Gyues is chaind to Silken Slauery Wealth which the World holds super-Souerain With vse doth vanish without vse is vaine And Both too often as Coat Cards may cotten Vnworthily as well are lost as gotten Few Obiects heer my Deer but subiect bee To Labour more then vnto Libertie Youth 's Health StreÌ„gth are quickly quasht or dated Pleasure Loue as soon are crost or sated Affront still driues the Weakest to the Wal The Mightiest ay are vnder Enuie's Maule A lowely Fortune is of all despised A lofty one oft of it selfe nullized In Brief Deer Soule thou seest how Certain Fate Conduces all things to their finall Date As on the Shore a rowling Billow splitteth When foaming high and roaming home it hitteth Against the keen Knees of a horned Cliff Ending his Course in an Incounter stiff Then swels another which yet higher wallowes In the same course Whom the same Fortune follows So We O Worlds-Waues as soon dead as borne With diuers Shock on the same Rock are torn This Age hath show'n great Fortun 's greedy MinioÌ„s By hook or crook aboue the Worlds Opinions â—boue their owne Hopes nay aboue well-nigh â—he clowded Aime of their insatiate Eye â—ut Now where are they Wher 's their Grace their Glorie â—otten in dust forgotten all their Storie Vnless perhaps what heer so goodly shin'd â—ent out in Snuffe and left ill sent behinde â—nd all their vaine Fume turn'd to violent Fire â—or euer burns such is Ambition's Hire Where too-too late they finde vnto their Cost â—uch Fauours so found had bin better lost Soul's sad Repenting Hearts heauie Throeing â—re surest Fruits that in the World are growing Heer 's Nothing firmer nothing frequent more Then Death Which liuing not to minde before Makes Men run headlong to the Gulf infernall â—nd for howers Ioyes to lose the Ioyes eternall â—raw'n diuersly by diuers Appetites â—fter the Humors of their vain Delights Some Apish acting euery Fashions Model â—ome Swinish wallowing in their Surfaits Puddle â—ome Goatish hanting Fillies with their Dams â—ome Woluish worrying Innocentest Lambs â—ome Currish snarling at all good mens Good â—ome Monkish hollow vnder Holy-Hood Some Brutish Monsters in all kind of Euill Some Hellish Actors Factors for the Diuell Deer tread not Thou in Errors common Track But in thy Life sure thine Election make Fear loue belieue serue sorrow sue contemple And rather walk by Precept then Exemple 'T is vtterlie to be of iudgement void 'T is wilfullie to haue ones Selfe destroyd To trust our Soule with such whose Stipulation Cannot repaire cannot repriue Damnation Who curious cares but for the things belowe Shall finde in fine that he shall Both forgoe But Hope of things aboue with due progression Is far more sure then th 'others full Possession Labour Thou therefore for the certain Gain And if thou lov'st mee higher higher strain In Holy Pride hence-forth disdaign the Creature And mouÌ„t thy Thoughts vp to the Lord of Nature Loue free thy loue from this dark Dungeon heer And hence-forth fix it in th' Empyreall cleer Whither no sooner shall thy Mind be raised But all thy Mournings will be soon appaised With other Comforts then the World affords In bitter Deeds candied in sugar Words The World it Selfe is dying and decaying The Earth more sterile Heau'nly Stars more straying The Sphears distun'd These are the last last Times Where Vertue failes where Vice preuails climes Where good Men melt away Vngodly harden How many Flowres the choise of all our Garden Of either Sex of euery Age and Rank From euery Quarter Border Bed and Bank Besides that paire of Royall Sister-buds Whose life had promisd Europe many Goods Beside That Prime-ROSE Miracle of Princes Whose Herse as yet a Sea of Tears berinses Besides that knot of Noblest HARRINGTONS Th' old Father's Honors doubling in the Sons Besides GODOLPHIN BODLEY Muses Father Rare SACKVIL's Neuil new Minerua rather Besides S t. DRVRY SIDNEY's Rutland CHEINEY Mâ—rror of Dames and other Worthies many Hath Our Great Husband lately snatched hence Before his Wrath 's approching Storm coÌ„mence Why wail'st thou then My happy Dissolution By Natures Current Heav'ns Constitution Repell thy Sorrowes and repeale to Thee All actiue Vertues Mourn no more for Mee I liued long enough sith while I liued Thou louedst me but so should I haue grieued Hadst thou appeer'd vnkinde vnto thy Wife My longer Date had bin a shorter Life I leaue thee Babes ynow A Sonne and Daughter Ynow to craue thy care and cause thee laughter Ynow for Thee ynow for Mee to beare Which oft I wisht And the Almighties Eare Who hear's his Owne and on them ay bestoweth Their owne desires or what Hee better knoweth Heard me in This and One Petition more That when Wee parted I might passe before So fare thou well Deer Heart farewell my leasure Serues now no longer for this last best pleasure Farewell deer Pheer Farewell deer Father too This is my last Will which I leaue with You. You ioynt Executors I haue ordained And for an Helpe My Mothers loue vnfained As Ouer-seer I beseech you call And for your Counsail vse our heauen'ly HALL So in the heaun's among my Ioies supernall So in my Glasse the Vision of th' Eternal If I shall see You in your Pilgrimage O! bee it happy as my Hopes presage So in our Children as their Yeers be growing May Natures Gifts Heauenly Grace be flowing One haue I heer Two haue You there below We heer haue Peace You there haue Wars we know With-out with-in the more therefore behoues-you Defence from Hence So wishes She that loues you So grant me God if it be lawfull heer â— neuer lose remembrance of my Deer â—o calmed be the Tempest of Your mourning â—or My Decease according to my warning â—o casting off this Load of Heauiness Our Loue vnceasing may Your Sorrow cease So ceast the Voice and so the Shadow vanisht The Mourners then more rauisht then astonisht â—id still still listen with a longing Eare â—or more such Musik which then missing there Me thought the Sable Curtaines back they haled And looking round were readie to haue called When instantly their Passions so abound â—hat downe they sink as they sink they swound Where-at I grieu'd to see such Friends bereft me â—tarting to help disturbed Morpheus left me â—ut as he rouz'd by chance be cast a Quill â—or present Pen to copie HONOR 's Will. HONOR'S EPITAPH Heere-vnder lyes The Wonder of her Kinde The rarest Work Of Nature of Grace A beautious TEMPLE Of a bountious Minde Where Venus Iuno Pallas had their Place Nay Heav'ns Natures Gifts singled to Manie Heer All concurr'd TO HONOR HAY DENNY