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
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
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
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
grant Thy merit 's great but Mine Is if not greater full as great as Thine Sithens to raign in Soule of Maiestie There is no Vertue to bee matcht with Mee For let a King be full of High-deseigns Let him be Valiant as your Paladines Let him be gratious iust and liberall True of his word and so deuoute withall That at his Feet all Vices prostrately If Mee he lack that am all Vertues Eye Blindfold hee vses nay wel-neer abuses These diuine Gifts which bountious Heav'n infuses And right resembles a faire Ship for Sea All ready rigd and furnisht euerie way With everie Needfull Men Munition Beef Beer Biscuit all only shee wants the Chief The Life and Soule the Sense the Lawe the Light Wherby she liues moues stirrs and steers aright A skillfull Pilot with Discretions hand Her winged Manedge rightlie to command VVith hempen Raines and woodden Bridle so That neuer wry she saile nor wrong she rowe Without whose guidance if the puffing gales Into the Deep transport her huffing sailes She runns at randon and with ruefull Knock Soon splitts her self vpon som Shelf or Rock Euen so it fares with Princes when they make Or Peace or Warr and not My Counsaile take Or without Mee as it were blindefold vse Their other Gifts the gracious Heav'ns infuse They thryue so little that as in a Wrack Their owne rich Burthen often breaks their back Their forward Valour but sad Fruit doth yield They Winn the Victorie yet lose the Field They brauely fight and yet are brauely foild Some Error still hath all-their Actions spoild Their Bountie bindes not but vnbindeth harts Their Clemencie much more then Rigor smarts Their Zeal it self proues to them selues pernitious And vnto others blind and superstitious Their Vice and Vertues them so inter-nex That scarce can one distinguish their Effects Not that Ill still is not Good 's Opposite But that They wanting Mee their only Light Doo euen Good euill or doo out of season A Good which is not good done without Reason And of faire Vertues fruitefull Seeds of Glorie Reap blasted Buds which stain their goodly Story What famous Conquest euer yet was gott Which to the Victor I prepared not Thou fightest bravely and in Victories Of bloodie blades gettst the first Crown for prize But I by th' art of Prouidence dispose To glorious issue thy couragious blowes I wisely take the fitt aduantages Of Time and Place to second Courages I skillfully the Squadrons range and rank I marshall them to showe their Front or Flank As best befitts by warrlike Stratagem T' inclose their Foes to clip or curtall them Or brest to brest as angrie Lyons wont With braue incounter charge them full afront I by an Ambush layd with luckie speed Opprest with number help thee at thy need I manie-times preuent thy like miss-hap When seem-fly Foes would traine thee to the trap I to bee brief with euer watchfull brain Assist to make thy Valour neuer vain But if a Prince must needs want one of vs And mought not bee both Wise and Valourous Sure Reason would our glorious Parts assign Thine to braue Soldiers to great Captaines Mine Because my Powers are proper to Command As Thine to Execute with hardie hand But though our humors so farr diuers bee Yet may wee Both in one braue Spirit agree And for This Age wee need no Witnes els But famous HENRY who in both excells With so great Wisedome ruling on the Throne Which with such Valour hee hath made his Owne His Victories yet making Men dispute To which of Vs they should them best impute Yet hundred Laurells neuer widow-curst And hundred Ovals which no skin haue burst Proue I haue often Conquer'd without Thee But neuer wert Thou Victor without Mee For I haue oft seene Armies dissiped And proud strong Cities often rendered Well mur'd well manned well stord with food Without the spilling of a drop of blood Vsing no other then the ancient Wile Of wasting fields where Publique losse the while Returnd This Gaine to stoope by Famine Those Which could not else haue been subdu'd by Blowes Besides th'off-cutting of all Passages As well of Succours as of Forrages Is euen to conquer by vncasuall course Fight-lesse to fight and without force to force Great Captaines therefore did Vs neuer part Sith either sole is as a head-lesse Dart Or if not head-lesse heed-lesse thrown as ill From feeble caster without aime or skill 'T is said of Pallas in the Troiane Broyle That Shee in fight stern Mars himselfe did foyle To showe how farre Wise-Valour doth excell A rash Excesse of Courage boiling fell Whose fume-blind force wanting Discretions beam Resembles right a sight-less Polyphem But whether ioynt or seuerd be our Powers My Cunning still yields fairer fruits and flowers Then doth Thy Violence though oft it spread Bright vertuous rayes about Thy glorious head For onely then are Thy stiffe armes imploid When stubborn War dares to haue all destroid But when sweet Peace fills Crownes with Coronets Thou art lockt vp in Princes Cabinets Among the Corselets which now wariefied Through loue of Peace they haue new layd aside Or those which idlely through Times alteration Hang by the Walls both out of Vse and Fashion But I indifferent serue in War and Peace I breed her feed her and her yeeres increase By prudent Counsailes prouident Decrees Kind turns calme Treaties fitting all degrees In briefe by all means meet to render Kings Mutually friends and rule their Vnderlings Whence to their States if happy fruits accrew Th' honour of all to Mee alone is due But in the World what State hath euer thriuen Or rather which hath not to Wrack been driuen Where lackt My Conduct and where onely Chance Hath steerd the course of Publique Gouernance What humane Action what Design what Thought Without Mine aide hath euer com'n to ought What Priuat stock what Publique stem of Blood Without my Rules hath sprung or long hath stood All noblest Arts all nimblest Works of worth Which humane brains cōceiue hands bring forth Hold they not Mee for rich and fruitful Wombe Frō whence their births both first second come The kindest Counsailes without Mine among May wee not call them Treasons of the Tongue When blind and bad Aduise though malice-less Ruins the Friend to whom it meant Redress Nay nothing nothing vnder Heavn may misse The Minds guide rayes of my Resplendencies I am the true Sun of all humane acts Without Mee Fortune all their praise exacts If ought I leaue to Fortunes doubtfull deed It shall appeare well set though ill succeed But where My Sceptre hath a soueraine sway Fortunes false Die hath little power to play Then bee 't on Cedar with a Pen of Gold For Memorie and Glorie too inrold That Of all Soule-adorning Gifts diuine The Maiestie the Monarchie is Mine That I Their Queene life of Their lawes and spring Am of all VERTVES worthiest of a KING To whom I seem so much more requisite Being
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
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
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
basest birth Of name-lesse Men indeed the Scums of Earth And yet to Such am I now made a Song A Ballad and a By-word on their tongue Yea These despise me and despight me too Spet in my Face and make no more adoo Because the Lord my Bowe-string hath vnbent And slackt my Cord therefore these insolent Insulters Now loose and let-go the Raines Of all Respect vnto their lewd Disdaigns Now very Boyes do take the Wall of me Trip at my Feet and in their Iollitie Mis-iudge my Life and of me Rumors raise After their owne cruell and cursed Waies They mar my Path that I haue walked in Further my Woes and haue no help therein As a wide Flood-breach they haue rushed on-me And with the Ruines haue roul'd-in vpon-me Terrors are turn'd vpon me and pursew My Life as Winde my Weale as Vapours flew Therefore my Soule in sore Afflictions vext â—s poured out and inly deep perplext Daies dark and irksome haue vpon me seaz'd And in the Night when Others most are eas'd My very Bones within me are opprest Nay pierced through my Sinnewes take no rest My strange Disease with angry Violence Of th'hot Impostumes loathsome Virulence Hath staind my Garments with straining Dolor About my Neck it gripes me as a Coller Laid in the Dust I roule the Mire among Become'n indeed like Ashes Dust and Dung. To Thee I cry to Thee the while I call But Lord Thou hear'st not nor doest heed at all Nay Thou art also Cruel turn'd to me With hot Assaults as on an Enemie Thou lift'st me vp as in a Storm the Stubble To ride a Whirle-winde while with Fear Trouble I faint and fall dâ—ssoâ—ued as it were In deadly Swound hurry'd I wot not where But well I wot Thou soon wilt bring me home To Death the House where all that liue shall come Whither thy Hâ—nd thou wilt no longer stâ—etch And Whence no Prayers boot nor need to fetch Did not I weep for Others Wofulnes Was not my Soule grieu'd at the Poores Distresse When Good I lookt for Euill came when Light A dismall Darknes worse then blackest Night My bowels boiled with continuall heat A troublous Time vpon me sodain set Not with the Sun but Sorrow black I turn'd Amid th' Assembly lowd I cry'd and mournd With hidious Noyse for horrid Anguishes As kin to Dragons and to Ostriges My Harp is tuned to a heauie Tone My Musick turned to the voyce of Mone I Made a Couenant with my constant Eyes Cap. â— From gazing out on blazing Vanities Hauing my Choise wheron my thoughts were staid Why should I once mâ—-think vpon a Mâ—d For O! for such what Part what Portion is With GOD aboue in th'Heritage of Basse Nay is there not Destruction still behinde Strange Punishment for Wicked of this kinde Are not my Paths apparant vnto GOD Doth not He see and sum the Steps I trod If I haue walkt in Vanitie and Pride If vnto Fraud my Foot haue euer hy'd In his iust Balance let him waigh me right And he shall find me by his Beam vpright If that my Steps haue straid or trod awry If that my Heart haue harkened to mine Eye If to my Hand haue cleaued any Spot If Blood or Bribes the same did euer Blot Then let me Sowe and Others eat my Crop Yea let my Plant be euer plucked-vp If euer Woman haue my heart beguil'd Or I laid wait t' haue Others Wife defil'd Let mine again vnto Another grinde And me be punisht in my Sins owne kinde For This is sure a high and hainous Crime To be condemn'd and punisht in the prime Yea 't is a Fier whose Fury would not cease But ruine all and root out my Increase If euer I despis'd my Man or Maid Debating with me and them ouer-waid What shall I do What Answer shall I make When GOD as Iudge their Cause shall vndertake Did not one Maker them and me create Of Matter like in Manner like and Fate If euer I delay'd the Poor's desire Or let the Widowes longing Hopes to tire Or euer eat my Morsells all alone And gaue the Orphan and the needy none He hath been with me from my Child-hood bred As with a Father She in Husband's sted Hath euer had my Counsell for her Guide My Power for Guard my Purse her Want suppli'd If I haue seen or suffered any Poore To lie and die Naked or out of Doore Nay if his Loynes be-blest not me from harm Because my Fleece and Cottage kept them warm If euer I against the Impotent Poore Father-lesse or Friend-lesse Innocent For Feare or Fauour of a Friend or Foe For Gain or Grudge that I did euer owe Haue lift my hand or Him in right withstood Or when I might haue haue not don him good Then let mine Arme off from my Shoulder fall And from the bone be pasht to powder all For GOD's drad Iudgements did I alwaies feare Whose Highness Wrath I could nor balk nor beare If I on Gold haue fixt my Hope or Heart Or to the Wedge haue said My Trust thou art If I haue ioy'd for being grow'n so Rich Or for my Hands had gotten me so much If when I saw the Sun or Moon to shine My heart intic't in secret did incline To th' idle Orgies of an Idolist Or Heathen-like my Mouth my Hand hath kist Or if in Summer of my golden Dayes Or siluer Nights shining with prosperous Rayes My heart in priuate hath been puft too-high Ascribing all to mine owne Industrie Which had been impious Sacrilege and Pride For then had I the GOD of Heav'n deny'd If I reioyc't at Ruine of my Foes Or haue triumphed in their Ouerthrowes Or haue so much as let my Tongue to roule Or Heart to wish a curse vnto their Soule Though oft my Seruants in their rage extream Would fain haue beaten nay haue eaten them If I haue shut the Stranger out of Doore Or let-not-in the wearie Pilgrim poore If I like ADAM haue conceald my Sin And closely cloakt my Wickednes with-in Although I could haue ouer-born with Awe Whole multitudes the meanest Groom I sawe I feared so I durst not wring nor wrong Nor wrangle with but kept my Tent and Tongue O! that I had an equall Arbitrer To heare and waigh consider and confer Behold my Aime th' Almighty I desire A certain Signe of mine Intent intire For He I know would sentence on My side And witnesse for me that I haue not ly'd Then though against me in his fell Despite Mine Aduersarie should a Volume write It as a Robe I on my back would beare And as a Garland on my head it weare I would by peece-meale shew my Conuersation All so vnlike to all his Accusation That clearing Me it should him more conuince To come and aske me Pardon as a Prince But If my Land against me plead or plain Or If my Furrowes cry-out or complain If Tithe-lesse Tax-lesse Wage-lesse Right-lesse I Haue eat the Crop or
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
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
Face â—or there 's the place herperfectly to knowe 52 By euill Manners is good Nature marred â—one falls at once all Vertue to defie â—ee in the Soule is a strange Plant transferred â—nd wert not dressed it would quickly die 53 With By-Respects Impietie wee couer â—rth more then Heav'n is priz'd among vs Now GOD'S great Name we scarce our heads vncouer When Kings are named euery knee doth bow 54 Disorder Order breeds good Lawes haue sprung â—om Euill-liues Would All keep Iustice line Westminster there would be soon lesse Throng â—ss Work less Wrack less Words for Mine Thine 55 Law-Tricks now strip the People to their shirt â—ift is their Shield Gold in their onely God â—asps break the Web Flies are held fast hurt â—he Guiltie quit the Guiltless vnder-trod 56 Ther 's now no trust Brother betraies his Brother Faith 's but a phansie but by Fooles esteemed Friend's false to Friend All deceiue each-other Th'Iuie pulls down the Wall by which it climbd 57 Treasons be Trifles Man 's a Wolfe to Man Crimes be but Crums Vice is for Vertue vanted Sodom's and Cypris Sinnes we suffer can And Impious tricks in all their Tracks are hanted 58 In perfect'st Men som Imperfection's found Some-what amiss among their good is seen Gold pure Gold we dig not from the ground There 's Dust Dross grosser stuffe between 59 Merit of old did Friendship feed fix Where now-adaies 't is founded all on Profit With deep Dissembling Deceitfull-tricks And euermore the Poore is frustrate of it 60 Th' Earth cannot fill thy hearts vnequal Angles Thy Hearts a Triangle the Earth's a Round A Triangle is fill'd but with Triangles And th'infinite the finite cannot bound 61 'T's a Death to die far from ones Natiue Citie â—et Death 's not milder there then else-about â—eath without ROME did not Rutilius pittie Neither within ROME Him that ne'r went out 62 When Man is com'n to th' old last Cast of Age When Nature can no longer lend nor borrow â—e thinks not yet to pack and leaue the Stage â—ut still still hopes to liue vntill to-Morrow 63 Fain would'st thou she Loue 's wanton Luxurie â—ut-off Occasions speak farre-off fly Fitnes â—hun Solitude liue still in Companie They fall alone that would not fall with Witnes 64 Muse not to see the Wicked prosper faire â—he Sun his Shine euen vnto Theeues doth giue When of their Patients Leaches do despaire They giue them ouer as they list to liue 65 Slander is worser than Hell's burning Torture The Force more fierce the Heat more vehement â—ell after Death doth but the Guilty martyr â—ander aliue torments the Innocent 66 Affliction razes and then raises hearts As vnder Waight victorious Palms are wont As vnder Seals the Wax doth swell in part Vnder the Crosse the Soule to Heav'n doth mount 67 Enuie in vain pure Vertues Anuil bites Breaking her Teeth as on a Stone the Cur That barks of Custom rather then Despight At euery poore and harmlesse Passenger 68 Enuie's a Torture which doth Men molest Euen from their Birth yer they ought els can doo Behold Two Infants nursed at one Brest They cannot brook their Teat for meat to Two 69 This is the Ods twixt Honest men Knaues Th' one tels his Neighbor All mine owne is mine And all Thine too The other void of Braues Saith Thine's not Mine but what I haue is Thine 70 What Enuie likes not that she makes a Fault Ioseph with Ismael for his Dream was barter'd Abels pure Offring to his End him brought And for the Truth the Innocent are martyrd 71 Flat-Cap for whom hoord'st thou thy heaped Treasures Thy Bodies Sweat thy Soul 's deer Price poor Sot â—ir Prodige-all thine Heire in Protean Pleasures VVill waste in one Day All thine Age hath got 72 True Liberality would be intire Yet not at-once at all times and to all One may mis-giue to giue yer one require Yet Gifts vn-asked sweetest Gifts I call 73 Content with Fruits from thine own Labor grow'n A fore-hand still a set Reuenew saue â—or He 's a Foole in more respects than one That spends his Store or more before he haue 74 There is no Goodnes in a groueling heart â—ent on the VVorld bound to this Rock belowe VVere not the Moon so neer this Neather part â—he would not could not be Eclipsed so 75 Goods are great Ills to those that cannot vse them Misers mis-keep and Prodigals mis-spend-them Hell-hounds to hasten toward Hel abuse-them As Wings to Heav'n-ward heav'n-bent-Soules extend theÌ„ 76 Presumptuous Spirits spring not froÌ„ right Nobility Courage that comes from Pride proues neuer true Pride ruines hearts whose Raiser is Humility The humble Shepheard the proud Giant slew 77 Pride glitters oft vnder an humble Weed Oft louely Names are giuen to loath'd Effects Men sooth them in the Cause to ' scuse th' ill Deed And blame Light rather than their Sight 's Defect 78 A Prudent man is for Him-self sought-forth He 's more admir'd then what the World most vants Praises are due vnto ones proper Worth Not purest Gold addes Price to Diamants 79 Th' Humble doth Others prize Him-self depress Saue against Pride he neuer bends his Browes The more his Vertue mounts-him counts-him less God th' humble Sinner not proud Iust allowes 80 O! Hypocrite which hast but Vertue 's Vaile Seem what thou art and what thou seemest be To hide thy Filth all thy Fig-leaues will faile Thou canst not hide thee from thy God nor Thee 81 Mock Saints whose Soul-weal on your Works you lay VVith eyes hands to Heauen while hart 's els-where For shame you durst not to the least man say VVhat you profane dare whisper in Gods eare 82 Gold 's fin'd in fire Soules in Affliction better â—oths gnaw the Garment locked in the Chest â—till water stinks vnwholesom black and bitter â—words rust in Sheathes and so doe Soules in Rest 83 Opening thy Soul to God cloze Mouth from Men â—or let thy Thoughts roame from thy due Intent GOD sees the hearts his iudgement soundeth them â—nd Them confounds whose Words Deeds dissent 84 Gamesters may well All to to-Morrow post â—o see or to be seen th 'haue neuer leasure With aduerse Windes their Minds are euer tost â—osse bringing Grief more than the Gain brings Pleasure 85 To shun Affaires behoues exceeding heed â—roubles vnsent-for and vnlookt-for haste â—n-set vn-sowen too-early growes the Weed We meet too-soon the Care we hoped past 86 All Idleness dis-natures Wit dis-nerues-it A mod'rate Trauell makes it quick addrest Sloath quels and kills it Exercise preserues-it But He 's not Free that hath no time to rest 87 Who seeketh Rest in troublous Managings Thinks to find Calm amid Tempestuous Seas The World Rest are Two two aduerse things Thick streams re-cleer when Storms stirrings cease 88 Fortune in Court is fickle apt to varie Fauors sort seldom to the Suiters minde They many times euen in the Port mis-carie The hotter Sun the
cares are open aye Nor waits hee lazying on his bed for day Shafts Tigers Torrents no nor Lightning flies â—pre swift about than This bold Eagle plies â—mid all perils to preserue his State â—th Heed Speed from Rebels Pride Hate Battells first last in Retreats in brief Action Souldier in Direction Chief â—iepe saw his Fortunes on a desperate Dy â—e League presum'd he needs must yeeld or fly â— as a Brook the more we stop his Course â—aks down his Bay and runs with swifter force â— foiles his Foes at Arques and shewes them plain â—t Heauens iust hand doth his dear Right sustain T is buzz'd in Paris and beleeu'd in part â—t he is taken or constraind to start â—m Diepe to Douer to seek Englands Aid â— while Him comming Prisoner-wise they said â— the Bastile He came and ouer-came â—ir Suburbs soon to their Suborners shame â—onquest attends Him whether he encamps â—marches on again he takes Estampes â—ux Eureux Mans Meulan Vandosme Perch Honfleur formost in His Trophie march â—rnest-pence of His recouer'd State Crowne of France which well admits no Mate Tiber and Iber then together flow Too strong in wrong his Right to ouer-throw There proudeth Power Heer Prowess brighter shines And daily shewes vs by a thousand Signes How great Aduantage a true Birth-right brings Against Vsurpers vnto lawfull Kings In IVRY Fields he seems a Blazing Star Seen in the Front of all his Hoast afar Maiestick Fury in his Martiall Face The brauest Troops doth in an instant Chase And boldest Rebels which the rest had led Came Charging one way and by forty Fled Melun surrenders to his War-like Lot Chartres is chastizd with his thundring Shot Louuiers lyes humbled at his Conquering Foot Noyon lamenteth her Three Succors rout Espernay yeelds her wholely to his hest Dreux twise besieged opens as the rest The League that late so violently burn'd To a Cold Feuer now her Frenzie turn'd And trusting still in Strange Physycians aid Neglects her Cure till all her strength decaid In dread of all In doubt her owne will quaile As a weak Ship affraid of euery Saile That late ACHILLES of the Spanish-Dutch â—rnezean Parma that atchieu'd so much Anwerp's Siege by match-lesse Stratagem â—d weend the World had had no Peer to Him â—d here the heart twice to refuse to Fight â—d twise departed and bod none Good-Night Fortune for Him no longer vs'd her Wheel â—t kind and constant followes at his heel â—'s Happy euery where and ouer all â—ring Palmes and Lawrels only neer Aumale â—urderous Bullet put him to some pain â—t hindred not His Rescue of his Train Who weens to vanquish Him makes Him invict â—de to the Meek to Proudlings stern and strict 〈◊〉 loues the Lawrels without blood be-sprent Cruell Conquest He doth euen lament 〈◊〉 Thunder batters but Rebellious Walls â—d who least fear him on them first he falls France Selfe to slay and her owne Throat to Cut â—ms her owne hands in strange rage doth put â—e Knife to whet in Spaines ambitious pawes â—in that would Spoil her Crowns primordial Lawes I would a Scepter with a Distaffe blin â— all in vain The Lillies cannot Spin. Re-Romaniz'd so say They Heauen coniures His Errors at Saint Denis he abiures This ChaÌ„ge in Court yet chang'd not one nor other For though his Subiects haue not all one Mother He holds them all his Sons They him their Sire And Christians all all to one Heav'n aspire Wiihin the Temple of The Mother-Maid That bore her Son her Sire her God her Aid With Heav'n-sent Oyle He is anointed King Dons th' Order-Collar and by euery thing To proue in Him Saint Lewis Faith and Zeale The Sick he touches and his Touch doth heale By law of Arms a Citie tane by Force Should feele the Victors rage with small remorse Paris so taken is not treated so Though well his Iustice might haue razed lowe Those rebell Wals which bred and fed These Wars To saue the guilt-less He the guilty spares There There 's the Hope and Safety of His Side If There he faile then farewell all beside The Spaniard therfore Thither speedy sends A great strong Conuoy to confirm His Friends Which soon defeated There began the End Of Ciuill Wars and all to Vnion tend Th' Honor of sauing and restoring France â—s not alone due to His Valiance His Clemencie hath part which lets him in To stronger Holds than all his Arms could win That satisfied with Tears makes from all parts Repentant Rebels yeeld him vp their Hearts Lyons the Porter of one Part of France Rouen that sees none like strong in Ordinance â—rleans which England did vndaunted proue Marsëillis iealous of old Neptune's loue â—ix Bourges Sens Meaux Poictiers Troy Thoulouse And Reins of These each to his Bounty bowes This gracious Prince excus'd the simpler sort VVhom Malice-lesse blind Passions did transport Against the Lawes with fury of the Time VVho self-affraid to faile in fowler Crime â—educ't by others slie seditious Lore â—ollow'd like Sheep their Fellowes straid before This heauenly humane Clemency of His Yet cannot shield Him from some Treacheries One wounds him in the Mouth and breaks withall One of his Teeth O Act vnnaturall 〈◊〉 had not God in part put-by the blowe â—uen then in Paris had he perisht so But hauing quencht the Ciuill Fires in France Gainst his ill Neighbors now his Arms aduance In Piedmont-Fields his Lilly-flowers he plants Pills Bourgognie and all Artois He dants And makes the great Castilian MARS to fly With Feare within without with Infamy Then those great Warriors that had disobeyd Whom not their Courage but their Cause betray'd Which came with shame and sorrow as was meet To cast their swords at his victorious Feet Fearing his Rigor He receiues them rather With King-like grace and kindnesse like a Father Heauen daily works for Him some special Miraâ— His Faith 's an Altar and his Word an Oracle His greatest foes haue neuer found him faile And should Sincerity in all men quaile Exiled from the World as Moors from Spain In This Kings soule she had been found againe Spain by a train of many Wyles well laid Surpriseth Amiens France is all affraid The Spaniard hence prouder then euer swells Vndanted HENRY Thence him soon repells Regains his Citie and constrains His foes To beg their Peace or to abide his blowes The Storms that long disturbd the state are val'd â—h ' ill Vapors now are from all hearts exhal'd â—â—d France is now all French euen all about â—nly the Breton stifly yet stood out â—t those white Ermines at the last must need â—f th' only Sent of the faire Lillies feed Old PHILIP longs to see the Waters calme â—nds all designes vain to supplant This Palme â—h the more shaken it more fast doth grow â—e seeketh Peace the Pope solicits so â—ruins doth treat it Bruxells sweares it don â—nd PHILIP pleas'd departs the World anon France yet retains one sensible Offence â—r which she vowes
Reuenge or Recompence â—mong the Alps her thundring Canons roare â—oud-browd Montmeilan flaunts vaunts the more â— stop her fury but in fine is fain â— rue her rashnesse and repent in vain God hastens his owne Work This Monarch marries â—yons Church the choice the Chief of Maries â—e Heauens delight our Lilies ornament â—e in one heart two louely Soules hath blent â—ence Peace is more confirm'd and Discord dasht â—â— by This knot many great Plots are quasht At Fountainbleau a Paradise for site She brought him forth his Dolphin his delight Whose tender youth giues happy hopes of Worth One Daughter also did she there bring forth And two Sons more Supporters of the Crowne Two daughters more Paris for birth doth owne His Clemency hath conquered Rebels rage Made of dis-loyall loyall Vassalage Yea forced Wills by Pardons and by Grace The proof whereof is writ in euery place Through all the Townes of France both great sâ— Where for Reuenge Reward was daign'd to all Once only once his Mercy admirable VVas deafe to Biron and inexorable Sith when he might his hault despight would none I wonder not to see that Myrmidon In the Bastile a shamefull death to beare But This I wonder that he would come there Of factious spirits of close deep hearts and doâ— Whose Life is strife whose Rest is best in trouble He knowes the drifts knowen dissolues the samâ— As fast as fire melts Lead within the flame His voyce alone as Dust cast vp aloft Breakes Hornets buzzing and their swarming ofâ— Discord disturbing holy Churches rest â—ixt Rome and Venice did debates suggest â—â—bition set in foote fore-sweld with hope â— bridle both the Senate and the Pope â—h prest to fight His Prudence reconcil'd â—â—eir Difference and did their mindes remil'd â—e relisht now the harmless Sweets of Peace â—illing his People should partake no lesse â— yet some-where he feeles a Thorne to prick â— pluck it out he armes and marches quick â— to the Frontier There attaines his will â—dome so fitly takes her Season still â—ou Nations that for fortie yeeres haue seen â—LONA'S Tempests felt MARS his Teen â— for your Liberties haue pawnd your Liues â—ely now you ioy your Wealth your Wiues â—w your Trades into the East you bring â—er Heauens Kingdom onely thank This King â—heapt with Honors This braue King is loath â—his braue Knights effeminiz'd by Sloath Games Dames during so long a Peace â—d still lye still in Citties pomp and ease â—efore he rears an Army strongly dight â—lich's Claim his wronged friends to right A noble Prince whose Prowes Prudence late Buda admir'd and Rome hath wondred-at The Honor of His Time was Generall So stoard with Gold with Guns with Arms with all That neighbor Princes all were in alarm Yet Them This Thunder brought more feare then harm Fearless it marches respectless threats What-euer Log its ready Passage lets Gesture and voice already skirmishing And vnder Conduct of so braue a King Great-Britaines Germans Switzers Belgians Serue all the Greatnes of the Crown of France Els-where the while The Duke that rules the Alp Seemd t' haue his heart no more beyond the Calpes Braue noble heart Saxonically-French Fuentez affraid with shoulder-shrinking wrench Doubts lest that Milan stoop to France againe And CHARLES prouoked proue the Scourge of Spâ— Heau'ns now to Crown his Tropheis had set down That at Saint Denis he his Queen should Crown VVith royall Diadem and in one Day The State the Maiesty of France display Nothing but Great but great Magnificence But MARIES Grace excell'd all Excellence HEnce hence false Pleasures momentary Ioyes Mock vs no more with your illuding Toyes â—trange Mishap hatched in Hell below â—th plung'd vs all in deepest Gulfe of Woe â—ught vs that all Worlds-hopes as Dreams do fly â—d made vs all Cry All is Vanitie â—our houres froÌ„ Noon forth froÌ„ the Louure rode â—is mighty Prince without his Gard abroad 〈◊〉 see His Arcenall To his Caroche â— streight Lane a Hell-hound durst approche â— with a Knife twice stabbing kill'd him quite â—ning that fairest Day to foulest Night â—wice did the Monster stab for else the first â— not been mortall but the Knife accurst â—illing his Lungs cut at the second stroake â—artereal vein whose bloud-floud soon did choak â—peerless Prince His dying Eyes Hart â—oring Heauen soone did his Soule depart â—ell Tyger tell vs tell vs Why or Whence â—u durst accurst assault so Great a Prince â—rein had He to Thee or Thine done wrong â— once yer this Thou didst too neer him throng Gard rebuk't thee but He Them for That â—'d That Thy Malice His Murderous fate Fates ruthless Law allots his royall brest To die the death that CAESAR thought the best Death without sense of death a death so quick It sildome leaues Kings leisure to be sick Nor giues Him leaue of his sixt Decads date To fill the Roule but seauen six Months did bate He He that was the Hope the Prop of His He that restored France to what it is He that confin'd the Power of Princes still He that Commanded Victory at will That was the Worlds delight Kings glory sheen He He receiues Deaths treacherous stroak vnseen Th' vnhappy street where This fell Hap fel-out Where wofull Paris saw her Light put out VVhere cursed Iron pierc't her Princes hart In shall no more be clept The Iron-mart It shall be call'd The cursed Corner still The Hag-street or The Hell-street which you will Lord where wert Thou When That disloiall wreâ—â—â—… With cruell hand did Thine Anointed reach Quenching the Raies of Royall Maiestie No heart is hid from thine All-piercing Eye It sees the Centre knows the thoughts yet thoughâ— Could it see This and suffer it be wrought Hell oft before out of his black Abyss â—d spew'd vp Monsters to haue acted This â—t still thy hand from former wounds did ward â—d had he not still trusted to Thy Gard 〈◊〉 Owne had waited Round about his Coach â—d This fell Tyger neuer should approach These Words these rasher Words escapt my tong â—en I beheld That Monarch layd along â—d on his Bed so dead so butchered â—med Heauens Whispering soft I said â—use They stopt not This strange Hap before â—ir sluÌ„bring eyes now watch the World no more â—t are mine eyes mine own Is This That Prince â—ch might haue made all Europe His long since â—he not thought th' Empire of France enough 〈◊〉 Lion-heart that Courage Cannon-proofe â—ich did so oft Impossibles atchieue â—is He yet scarce my sight beleeue This That Mighty King Gods liuely Image â—hom the greatest in the World did Homage â—ce a Doue in Warre an Aegle quick â—TOR in Court in Camp ACHILLES-like 〈◊〉 with a hundred horse a thousand foil'd â—rom most Dangers neuer yet recoil'd Great Rome was strangely maz'd and all a-mort When She beheld her CAESAR'S bloody shirt And say Great Citty how wert Thou dismaid When first thou saw'st Thine HENRY
sadly layd Along his Coach couered with a Cloak I thought the Prop of all my Fortunes broak Those that haue seen in Townes surpris'd whilâ— yâ— When to the Churches All haue fled for fear May well imagine Paris deepe Affright Nothing but shiuering Nobles armed bright Clergy at Prayers People weep and houle And HENRY's wound hath wounded euery Soulâ— Paris in Honour of her peerless Queen Had plotted Showes more pompous neuer seen As rich to th' outward rare to th' inward sense But all those Archs Marks of Magnificence Those Tropheis Terms Statues Colosses All Make but more Mourners at the Funerall I yeeld My Pensill help APELLES heere To Limn to life Her dying-liuing Cheere Beleefe is hardly in Mans heart imprest Her Griefe more hard to be by Art exprest Therfore ô Queen Great Stay Great Star of 〈◊〉 This Veile I draw before Thy Countenance HeaueÌ„ steel'd Thy Hart with Fortitude That Day â—â—y Courage kept the Kingdom from Decay â—nd to the Throne Thy Son our Soueraign heft â—â—ough angry Fates of Father him bereft â—t Mercifull they left him such a Mother â—â—at France could hardly haue been rul'd by other The suddain Clap of This drad Thunder sounds â—om Alexander's to Alcides Bounds â—he Kings and Princes stand amazed all â—th horror of an Act so Tragicall â—me Rest forsake others Repast forbeare â—d Each like Fortune to himselfe doth feare So suddainly to see Day turn'd to Night â—â—â—umphant Palmes into Funerall Plight â—â—e Royall Crown to a deep Mourning Vale â—iuing King to a dead Corps pale â—â—r Flowers to Thorns seem Tricks of Sorcery â—erein Conceit consents not with our Eye Yes He is dead and his eye-lids no more â— view this Light shall open as before â—â—ose louely Eyes the Load-starrs of the Court â—â—ose gracious glances on the Worthy sort â—e Vertue vigor and Whose awefull frowne â— dared Vice are now Eclipst and downe Where are those ready Battaile-ranging Hands Those lightning Eyes whose wrath no wall withstand That Voice so dreadful to the stoutest harts That Heart which wrought so many wondrous paâ— That piercing Wit dispersing Clowds of Doubt VVhere is that mighty King so Fam'd about Inexorable Death inhumane cruell Thou shalt no more reaue vs so rare a Iewell Nature hath broke the Mould she made Him in In all thy Triumph trayling euery Kin Shal neuer march His Match nor worthier Prince T' haue been exempted from thine Insolence Ah! poore weak Vertue zealous Loue of Thee Prolongs not Life protracts not Death I see This Prince that gaue Thee eueÌ„ his Hart for TeÌ„plâ— This Prince whose Raign shal serue for rare Exempâ— To future Kings in future Things dismaid Should haue come sooner or haue later stayd His Pietie was neither Fond nor Faind His Prowesse neither Feare nor Rashnes staind His Prudence clear'd his CouÌ„cells steerd his State His Temperance his Wrath did temperate His Iustice with his Clemencie did Yoake Yet could not All free Him from Fatall stroake Inuincible in all only the Darts Which haue not spar'd the Gods immortall harts â—aue often batterd His but by your leaues â— fairest Bewties Bewtie it self deceiues â—ou neuer were the Souerains of his brest â—e You perhaps You neuer Him possest â—â—u Arms-Art what He knew not none can know 't â—either attempt what He attempted not â—eason was aye the Aime of His designes â—is braue Exploits worthie immortall lines â— all furnish Theam to Thousand learned Clarks â—hose Works shal Honor Him He more their Warks His Royall Gests are euery-where extold â—rauen Carued Cast in Marble Wood Gold â—s Life alone 's an History admir'd â—herein all Pens all Pencills shall be tir'd â— pourtraying all His valiant Fears to-forn â—hose Tables euer shall all Courts adorn His Bounties Temple had a hard Accesse â—ot known to any but to Worthinesse â—at Gate indeed did seldom open quick â—s Liberality coy Bewty-like â—u'd to be woo'd prest and importun'd still â—a forc't to giue what glad and fain she will Yet by th' effects to waigh his Clemencie Me thinks His Heart must more then humane be Me thinks therein some higher Power did shine It surely seem'd celestiall and diuine And but I saw him dying pale and wan I could haue scarce beleeu'd This Prince a Man He euer lou'd rather to saue then spill Not cementing his Throne with Blood with Ill Nor ween'd by Feare his Diadem assur'd With mildenes rather grieued minds he cur'd His Memory did neuer wrongs retain Beloued Kings He thought securest raign Praise you his Bounty you that past the Poles Beare Heauens Embassage to Belief-less Soules HENRY restor'd your Countrey and your Credit He gaue you leaue ouer all France to spred it Restor'd you Bizance and each pleasant part Left you his Court bequeath'd to you his Heart If France now flourish proyning round about Oliues within and Lawrels all with-out If now She giue the Law to other States If Peace and Plenty raigne within her Gates If now She feare no Ciuill Storms again These are the fruits of This Great HENRY's Raigâ— If now Her Schooles with learned men abound Her rare wits be through the World renownd â— doubts of Faith be cleared and explor'd â— Learning be to her due Place restor'd â— now Desert the Charge in Church attain â—hese are the Fruits of This Great HENRY's Raign If now her Buildings passe for bewty farre â—he Worlds old Wonders which so famous are â— Paris Thou be peerlesse to behold â—or State for Store for People Goods Gold â— in thy Citie Cities sprout again â—hese are the Fruits of This Great HENRY's Raign If the French Scepter be now Self-entire â—ear-less of Forain or Domestick fire â— France haue Fellowes of ACHILLES Fame â—f now in France be nothing out of frame â—f now the Indies her Bastile containe These are the Fruits of this Great HENRY's Raign If now we ioy to see our Countrey free â—rom Theeues and Rebels which exiled be â—f Iustice now doe keep the lewd in awe â—f Desperate Duels be now curbd by Lawe â—f now the Weak waigh not the Strongs disdain These are the Fruits of This Great HENRY's Raign If Merchants rich If Magistrates be sound If Officers like Emperors abound If Pursie Lawyers liue Prince-like at home If now Inuentions to their height be come If now good wits find where them to sustaine These are the fruits of This Great HENRY's Raigne Who lou'd not Him neuer beheld his browes Who knew his Fortunes must admire his Prowes Who feard him not His greatnes did offend Who weend Him to beguile his Wisdom kend Who durst displease Him knew his mercies store Who durst not speak his mildnes did ignore Who waileth not his Death knew not his Life Glory of His and Others Enuie rife Incomparable Admirable Prince Excelling all th' old HEROES Excellence For His true Story shall their Fables shame Inimitable Life Illimitable Fame O French-men stop not yet your weeping flood This Prince for you hath lauisht oft
of Marks so mercie-less So impious Pride of hearts so Pitie-less Who burd'ning Subiects more then beare they câ—â— Hold neither God for God nor Man for Man But whither run I on so harsh a string Out of my Tune to tell how This good King Reprou'd bad Princes of his Time for pressing Their People cause-less with vncessant Sessing Let 's re-assume our Song our proper Theam Let 's passe-by Vice rather couering them 〈◊〉 Them recounting in eternall Story â—s returne to sing of Vertues Glory â—ow happy is the Prince who squaring right â—â—cred Lawes the limits of his Might 〈◊〉 in Well-dooing and as Iust as Wise â—ks not himselfe to raign saue Noblewise 〈◊〉 He his People heeds and hearing aye 〈◊〉 iust Complaints doth in due time repay 〈◊〉 euery Monarch with deuotion vowes â—OD Men when first his royall Browes â—er so many solemne Mysteries 〈◊〉 hopeful Subiects wishfull ioyful Cryes â—n the glad-sad sacred Diadem 〈◊〉 instantly from thence-forth puts on Him Robe of Power which those doth much mis-suit â—aue not on rare Vertues richest Suit â—ong such Kings who ay as Right directs â—re their Greatnes by their Good-effects â—y their Fortunes or their Force of hand â—ny Nations vnder their Command â—at illustrious Prince to whom we pay â—k Duties in this Hymnik Lay. â—hile at home he happy Peace inioyd â—uer suffer'd day to vanish voyd Of giuing Audience extending free Fruits of his Iustice vnto each Degree Grieuing in minde grudging at those as lost Less worthy spent although vnwilling most Perswaded sure that with what eye or eare His Peoples Case a Prince doth heed and heare With like the Lord in his extreame Affaires Will looke on Him listen to his Prayers That that same pompous glittering glorious Slauâ— Improperly calld Royall for the Brauery In proper speech by due Experience scand 'T 's an Onerous-Honor a Confin'd Command That Kings were made for Subiects not they Not They for Kings that though both Land Sâ— Adore their Greatnes Lawes Support alone Yet Princes Eares are not indeed their Owne But their own Peoples that doe humbly liue Vnder th' obedience of the Lawes They giue That to be briefe of mightiest Kings that are Labour 's the Glory and their Greatnes Care Such sound Instructions from his Cradle vs'd His vertuous Mother wisely had infus'd Which in his Princely brest digesting milde A Man he practiz'd what he learnt a Childe â—dy to heare the meanest that complaine â—erring wisely such a sacred paine â—re the pleasure of the choicest Sport â—ld be deuisd in Countrey or in Court â—nce in his People such Affection spreads â—y bless his Birth-day the ground he treads â—him their Father with Vowes amain â—uent the Altars for his long-long Raign â— that Wish the Sum of their Desire â—ained All all Prayers could require â—d to beg of Heav'ns eternall Bountie â—king Peace Riches Religion Plentié â—ll the Blessings which ASTREA's hand â—lant or poure vpon a happy Land â—at Tracts of Art What Tropes of Eloquences â—uely represent to modern Princes â— euen Envies Self shall nought controule Self-seuere Integritie of Soule â—e humble patient constant Temperance â—o Successor as yet had in France â—et els-where how-euer euery State â—et admire it none can imitate â—ROPE where euer Vice and Vertue most â—triuen for Empire best worst to boast Hath whilom seen Kings treading in the Path Of notedst Tyrants who with Threatful Wrath And all the Terrors which Man 's Cruell Rage To fright Mankinde had found in former age Restraind their Subiects froÌ„ their Deaths CoÌ„spiring Who so less-daring had the more desiring But This right generous Prince still walking fit Within the Path which Tyrants neuer hit Onely restraind all Publique Insolence By th'euen-born Raines of his own Innocence Giuing so little hold to Mal-contents Taking at sharp Reproofs so small Offence That by effect his Royall Soule did showe That in the same no liuelier Flame did glowe Then a Desire so Temperate to frame-him That all might boldly none might iustly blame â— Smooth Soothers poysoning by the Eare the â— Pernitious Weeds who Ivie-like subuert Distort destroy the Trees you climbe vpon Still feeding Vice with such Contagion That seldom Soules who with Applause approâ— Your praising them do ought Praise-worthy louâ— Vizards of Homage Vertues Pestilence Right ill-come were You to This Vertuous Pri◠〈◊〉 shunning aye Your banefull Whisperings â—â—mmon Poisoners of the publique Springs â—rr'd your presence could better brook â—ss-Fault-finder then a Fawner's look â—uch a Noble Minde remote from Vice â—g true Honor loatheth Flatteries â—â—at pleasure took He how extream Delight â— stories where many times hee might â—w him Seife amaz'd to read the things â— said of Kings which none dare say to Kings â— was he rapt how sweetly extased â— that diuine Eternall Will he read â—e with so liberall iust louing hand â—hares to His the Heav'nly-Holy-land â—at which is said of Alexander's loue â—omer's Works whose graces all approue â—well of Him for honoring the Miracles Heav'nly Author speaking in his Oracles â—h as a precious Treasure richly cas't â—ld Cedar had hee neer him plac't â—g it aye his Ioy of Exercises â— uâ— of Vertues the Curb of Vices â—â—ly his Tublik Cares lent Leasure â—nt â—t not in more contenting pleasure Then That so sacred Studie's Fruit imparts To th'healthy Taste of true God-fearing hearts And well appeared by rare rich Effects Of Vertues shining ouer all his Acts That that diuine Seed happy sowne the while Fell in no Thorny Stony Sandy Soile For if that euer Soule did Vice auoid If euer heer meer humane Spirit inioyd Prowes Pietie Prudence and Iustice mixt Without the Foil of Follies Drosse betwixt FroÌ„ proudest Wrong the poorest Right defendinâ— Disdaining Pleasures towards Vice but tending Milde to the Meek to Malapert austere To good men Bountious to the bad Seuere 'T was This braue Prince WhoÌ„ They do best reseâ— In Whom These Vertues most of all assemble Kings of his Time raigning in East and West Reuéring him for such his Greatnes blest Th' Afflicted Princes chose him for Refuge The Strong for Friend Those at Strife for Iudgâ— When they grew weary to dispute their Cause By th' old sharp Argument Kings Furie drawes When Mars vsurping milde Astréa's room In sted of Words their Swords must giue the Doâ— â—en Iniurie with Iniury repelling 〈◊〉 strength of Lawes by stronger Lawes refelling 〈◊〉 back their Own or Others Claim to barr â—y seek their Right in Might their Peace in War Such was S t. LEWIS and Such was wel-neer Own S t. EDWARD and ELIZA deer 〈◊〉 for Her Sex the Salique Law perchance â—s Her Succession to the Saints of France â—ll prime Vertues of a complete Prince â—ake a Saint-King And if euer Since â—ROPE hath seen or any kingdom know'n â—uing Shrine of Both These Saints in One â—ugh some Suspect of the smooth Soothing Crime â—e grosse Neglect of This Ingratefull Time Envie prone
ALMES to Rocks Plants Creatures all that liâ— â—ducing Fire withall whose Force vnseen â—es frankly too his helpfull Heat between ALMES in our Bodies worketh all in all Eyes lend it Light the Hands most liberal â—orious ALMNERS being home to the Head â—needfull Store where-with the VVhole is fed â—e Feet supply it with their meet Support â— each each other as their Parts comport â—e Liuer Nurse of Naturall Faculties 〈◊〉 warms then feeds the Nerues Veins Arteries â—sing the Stomach as His Almes receiue â—e Heat which first his vertue doth conceiue â—e spongie Lungs with gentle Sighes inspire â—e vitall Aier our Little-Worlds require Heart quick and ready with Almes-vowed Vigor â—wes to it selfe against extreamest Rigor â—vtmost Refuge all our liueliest Heat â—uccour Nature when Death seems to threat 〈◊〉 Soule solely diuine Life 's motion brings â—all the Members of This Thing of Things â—ME'S Heir apparant to VVhom supreme Sage â—'ns Alm'ner gaue the Earth for heritage 〈◊〉 hauing free receiv'd so various Store â—hould be frank to th'Needy Naked Poore Be bountious ALMNERS said All Bounties Father Y' are not heer Owners but meer Stewards rather I haue ordain'd you to prouide and care For th' Orphane Poore that vnprouided are If narrow-hearted You shrink-in your hands From th' humble Begger that Your ALMES demandâ— I 'll make Your Goods like water leak away Your Lands a Stranger shall inherit aye Your Gold your God before you be aware Some barbarous Souldiers in your sight shall share Your stately houses stiled by your Names VVarres rage shall ruine or some sodain Flames VVhich I shall kindle in my iust displeasure Against yo r Selues yo r Seed yo r Trust yo r Treasâ— The Merciless with Me shall Mercy miss That Vice alone all Vertues Poyson is Abram Lot Ioseph Iob were ALMNERS all To Strangers kinde to Neighbours liberal By sacred record which renownes them more For this rare Vertue then All else of yore As if with GOD the Author of all Good Their chief perfection in this Function stood Sole Soule of Vertues second Life of all This various vast Orbe which the World we call Calling to record the Rein-searching Eye â—er I protest that in My Pouerty Though these deer Times daign Me so scant a Scope â—at hauing Nothing I can Nothing hope â—ext my Home-charge where Charity begins â—y deepest Sighes saue for my Debts and Sinnes â—se from Compassion and Desire to steed â—ers which Helps which yet my Self I need Succour Others to be like the Sun â—ending Light and Heat to Euery-one â—e to All in some sort necessarie â—or Vertues Meed and not as mercenary â—her to giue then take to lend then borrow Pound to-Night then but a Crowne to-Morrow â— th'Heau'nly Wisedome best it Selfe knowes Why â—h still th' Effect of This Affect deny â—rying Meanes and Matter to express â—ne inward Zeal to ALMES and Thankfulnes â—ch oft breakes-out without a Trompet blow'n â—giue GOD knowes more then I knowe mine Own â—e more my Grief the less my Thought of Merit Thirst of Praise though heer I thus auerr-it â—h'humble Proffer of so Poor a Mite â—bundant Rich to Bounty to incite Vain-glorious ALMNERS are effeminate Affecting Works but to be wondred-at Whose Vertue is meer Vanity indeed And heer receiues their momentary Meed The Meritorious such as ween them so Indebting GOD to Them for what they doe In sted of Heau'n where Humble Soules abide Shall purchase Hell the Portion of their Pride O! Thrice thrice Happy He whose free Desires To Charity a holy feruour fiers VVho only mindes GOD's glory by his Gift And Neighbor's Good without sinister Drift Famine familiar vnto Rogues that range Shall not come neer his Garner nor his Grange His Fields with Corn abundant Crop shall couer His Vines with Grapes his Hedge vvith Roses oâ— His Downs w th Sheep his Daery-grounds with Neâ— His Mounts with Kids his Moores with Oxen greâ— His Groues with Droues increasing night and day His Hills with Heards his smiling Meads with Haâ— His Fenns with Fowl his Pills and Pooles with Fâ— His Trees with Fruits with Plenty euery Dish Content and Health the best of Earthly bliss Shall euermore remaine with Him and His â—n Pride nor Enuy neuer shall molest â—r Corsiue Care Foe to Repast and Rest â— th'All-see Eye still carefully respects â—e ALMNER's House and euer it protects â— finally vvhen Iustice endeth All â—et Mercie 's Voice Him to Heauens Kingdom cal â—ut th' Vsurer how-euer heer he thriue Heards and Hoords already dead aliue â— Heat of Loue no Heart to giue a Mite â—ept to gain and gather double by 't â— in That Day to Him a Day of VVoe â—e Holy-One th' All-Knower will not knowe â—me and Confusion shall be-spred him ouer â—ishing the Holes to hide Hills to couer â—nal Fier shall fry his thirsty Veines â—ortal dying in eternal Pains Eyes so nice to look on Lazars Sore â— swim in Sulphury Teares tortur'd the more â—ee aboue in Blisse and Glory rife â—m Ruth-less heer they would not see in life Eares Heer deaf vnto distressed-ones â— there hear Horror of the Damned Grones â— shall the voice of Mercy Him salute â—o in Effect to Needy Mones was mute Millions of Masses cannot him redeem Nor all Church-Treasure euer ransom him From all-Thought-passing Pangs of Wretchednes As End-less Ease-less and Remedy-lesse ALMNES are so vsual in the Eastern parts Where Heav'n Earth Aier improue their Parts That euery Village there in Winters Need Is wont the Flocks of Wyldest Fowles to feed And break the Ice of purpose for their drink When crystall Crusts haue glas'd the Waters brink A Charity of Infidels to Fowles Shaming some Christians towards Christian Soules Rich Anatolia and her happy Coast Th'abbridged Glasse of all the World almost In her huge Cities rather Shieres wall'd-in These hundred yeers hath not a Beggar seen GOD's strict Edict they there obserue so well Forbidding Beggers in His ISRAEL Sith 't is misprision of the Law of Nature Nay impious Pride against our All Creator To suffer Man GOD's Image and our Owne VVhom we may succour to be ouer-thrown To stark for Cold to starue for Food to perish In Penury when we haue power to cherish 〈◊〉 in such Cases where we knowe we can â—ere not to Comfort is to Kill a Man Yet sole the Christian Each a Wolf to other â—dains to look on his Distressed Brother â—d heer in LONDON Coaching swiftly by â—stalking on with Self-suruaying Eye â—strutting out to vye his Purles or Lace â— stepping-in to see some painted Face Fire-new Fashion of a Sleeue or Slop â—o some Tauern or Tobacco Shop â— towards Burn Bull if not Turnbul Street â—to Black-Friers some white Nunnes to meet Doores on Dunghils vnder euery Stall â— pined sick poor naked Christians fall â—ut starue and dye for lack but of the Price â—he least Cross of his last Cast at Dice Of the Tythe but of his Shoo-tyes Cost Of the Spangles from his Garters lost
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