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
high Yet Vulgar bruit halfe false halfe flattery Giues some of them the great and glorious Name Of Liberal Princes of illustrious fame And shall not wee then beare through th' Vniuerse â—is worthy Praise vpon the wings of Verse â—hall not wee say that his renowned hand â—s worthily in Peace with Bounties band Can binde vnto him whom he worthy knowes â—s brauely conquer in the Field his Foes Be mute that list and muzzle they their stile On whom his Bounty neuer daign'd to smile Were 't through their own mis-fate in hauing none Or hauing Vertues not to haue them known But I whose hap hath been to march with those Towards whose laps This golden Riuer flowes My Voice and Verse shall tromp-it farre and nigh To modern eares and to Posteritie And without Flattery say that all the scope Of Wishes wayting on our future Hope And all our Prayers for a Compleat Prince As in the rest of Royall Ornaments Need of the Heav'ns no greater Hap require But that in This the Son be like the Sire And that he may obseruing Golden mean Giue like a King that means to giue againe Yet with such feruour to This glorious Part That still he giue lesse with his hand then hart Vouchsafe th' Eternall Destinies-disposer Kings sole Advancer Kings sole Deposer That maugre Tyrants wrath and Traytors wile Whose Maister-peece we Heer haue seen yer-while Hee may wex old after his aged Sire In Peacefull Raign vntill his Raign expire And neuer but at Tilt or Tourney feele The combrous burthen of a Case of steele Or when iust furie shall inflame his sp'rite Against Vsurpers of His ancient Right But whether law-lesse Need or Glories loue Him driue or draw his Force in Field to proue May He in Counsail Courage and Successe Match his great Parents constant Happinesse So as there be no need to spur Him forth With braue Remembrance of His match-less worth But Laurell burnt crackles in vain and of-it Champing the Leafe alone makes not a Prophet If that his Tutors haue not more to do To hold him from then to incite him to To coole then kindle that courageous heat Which makes men feare no death no dangers threat But as once Theseus ready to be kild Was known to be the Kings sonne that so wild By his gilt Sword sign engrav'n thereon He shall be known to be His Fathers Son By the Exploits of His in such a Rank As would haue made the two first Caesars blank Be He Benign so as his Indulgences Breed not Bad-Boldnes Feed not Insolences Like to some Winters ouer-milde and warm Which neither kill the Weed nor chill the Worm But breed the Plague Pox Murrain the rest That rotten Humors may in Man and Beast Not but I know it farre more honorable To saue then spill in Cases tollerable â—ith heer a World of Dust-bred Creatures liue Can reaue-Mans life which onely God can giue But too-oft Pardoning oft too-many drawes T' haue need of Pardon throgh contempt of Lawes And Magistrates whom the Audacious reak But Bugs Bridles to base minds weake In Mildnes then be Hee so moderate For His owne safety and the publique State That neither Horror taint his Executions Neither his Fauours harbour Dissolutions And too-remisse by His too-oft Repriues Turn Pitties Temple to a Den of Thieues May He fear God loue worship seek serue him Know it 's He sole doth stablish preserue him That Kings as his Annointed haue Regard That but He guard them little boots their Guard May hee belieue His Word honor obey Take it for Compasse in this Worldly Sea Make it the Measure of Kings Power in all And counting That of Lawes the principall Haue it ay written in his harts deep rooms But as a Prince not as a Priest becoms Vnder th' old Law now abrogat long since One might be both a Pontife and a Prince For nothing seemed then to hinder them From matching so Mitre and Diadem But now their Functions are diuided far And Monkish Kings now but contemned are There Man and Maister but Hail-fellow is And subiects play the kings where Kings play Priests May He be loyall constant in sinceritie In soule abhorring lyes and louing veritie That as his Deeds shal for the most be Miracles So may his Words be altogether Oracles Th' Almighty grant that during all His daies All sparks be quencht which Factions wont to raise For for the most to double Miserie There be Two Kings where two great Factions be But if there should which God forbid succeed Such Mischiefs heer as heer-to-fore there did May Hee not want sound Counsailes happy Light To guide him in his Fathers steps aright Who reauing th' eldest Emperors their Palmes Suddainly turnd such Tempests into Calmes By Means so milde that it was rather thought By heav'nly Hap then humane Wisedom wrought But were it Wisedome were it Happiness Match He our Wishes and His Wise success Th' one of Himselfe th' other from Heav'nly hand That Peace may prosper ouer all his Land I know that Princes beeing born for th' Arts Which CouÌ„sails Camps Dangers schoole imparts The Books most needfull and peculiar Theirs Are Politiques of State State-affaires But sith so few yeers doe our Age comprise That euen the greatest of the greedy-Wise Should know but little if no more they knew Then from Experience of one Age they drew That He at once may see all Accidents Of all past Ages with his own 's Euents May Hee propose set before his eyes The goodly Tables of all Histories And there contempling all the true Records Of other Monarchs mighty States and Lords Obserue their Acts their Counsails their Discourse All notable or rare in all their Course Both what to follow there and what to shun And whether Fame or Shame their liues haue won May He there glasse himselfe mark it brim Whether the same shall not be said of Him For heer Our Verses smoothly sing and smile But History will hisse in other stile And Kings that heer haue been compar'd to Gods Entombed once though vnder golden Clods If in their Liues they haue deseru'd it first Shall hear their Names torn and their Fames accurst What may I add vnto These Wishes more No more but This that All heere wisht before And All presaged of the DOLPHIN heere Concur in CHARLES that all His Parts appeer A liuing Picture of all Parts of Worth Of all those Worthies whence Hee takes his Birth That gracious Heau'ns which promise euen as much In all These Vertues daign to make Him such That really hee giue royall Assent To all the Acts of Vertues PARLIAMENT That in his Turn the Ages after Vs May finde and know him for PANARETVS And sith That Name must needs Immortall bee That no prophane hand blurr His History But some sweet Daniell or some sacred Hall Or ciuill Hayward milde-maiestike all With purest faith in a peculiar stile A glorious Work of His great Works
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
and tail behinde And body wriggling after Creepers kinde Re-take it vp his GOD commands him then Which taken takes the former Form agen And past Mans Reason by the power of GOD Of Rod turns Serpent and of Serpent Rod. Arm'd with this Wand wherewith he was to quel The sceptred Pride of many an Infidel He many a time importunes Pharao In GOD's great Name to let the Hebrews go Into the Desart at their liberties To serve the Lord and offer Sacrifice But Pharao deaf vnto his sacred Word Stifly withstands the Message of the Lord Who then by Moses working many Miracles â—uthorized His Orator and Oracles First He not only turned into Blood â—ile's seav'n-fold Waves and every other Flood â—hat faâ—tens Egypt but even every Spring Whose captive Crystal golden Pipes do bring â—o serve the Court so that the King is forc't With that red liquor to allay his Thirst Then from the Fens froÌ„ puddly Ponds Lakes Millions of Millions of foule Frogges he makes â—o cover Memphis with their ougly Frie â—nd not forbeare the Kings owne Canapy Then of all Ages of all sorts and sexes With burning Vlcers and hot Biles he vexes â—o that th' Egyptians in vncessant anguish Of vnknow'n Poyson on their Couches languish Nor can their Leaches their owne Leaches be â—n their vnheard-of hidden Malady Then on their Cattle Flocks Heards Droves â—n Downes Dales Fens Forrests Fields Groves â— strong Contagion suddainly he spred Which took so quickly both their heart and head â—hat silly Shepheards neer the Rivers side Their Cattle dead sooner then sicke espi'd Then turns the Earths Dust into Swarmes of Lice Then dims the Aier with dusky Clouds of Flies Of Drones Wasps Hornets humming day night In every place with every face to fight And fixing deep in every Pagans skin Th'vnvsual anger of their steeled Pin. Then when appeer'd no Threat of troubled Aier No signe of Tempest at his Servants Prayer Th' Eternal thundred down such Storms of Hail As with the noise and stroak did stoutest quail Heer falls a Bul brain'd with a Hail-stones rap There sprawles a Childe split with a Thunder-Clap Heer a huge Forrest lately all a Clowd Of tufted Armes hath neither Shade nor Shrowd And if the native Sap again re-suit The naked Trees with comely Leaues and Fruit Again alas the Caterpiller crops Within few houres the Husbands yearely hopes Then with gross Darknes vailing close the Skies He so field-vp stubborn Egyptians eyes That for three dayes with fearefull foot and hand They groapt their way except in Gosseâ—-Land And Titan tir'd in his long Course for ease Seâ—m'd then to rest him with th' Antipodes But as the same Sun the same instant makes The Mud to harden and to melt the Wax So had These Works so full of admiration On diuerse Subiects diuerse Operation The humble Hebrews GOD'S great hand adore But wilfull Pharao spurns it more and more Euen as a Corselet when 't is cold enough The more 't is beaten growes the harder Proofe Yet at the sad Newes of the Prince His Son And all their Heires all in one Night vndone Hee was so daunted that he early bod The Hebrews goe to serue the Lord their GOD Who in a Piller of a Clowd by Day Of Fire by Night directed right their Way But soon retracting his extorted Grant The stubborn Tyrant strangely arrogant Arms all his Egypt and in post pursews The Arm-lesse Legions of the harm-lesse Iews Then lodg'd secure along the sandy shore Where th' Erythrean ruddy Billowes rore Was not such Noise when tearing Gibaltar Th' Herculean Sea came first to spred so far Twixt Calpe and Abyle nor when Oenotrie Sad-sighing lost her deer neer Trinacrie As in both Armies Th' one insulting proud Th' other in skriches sad cryes as lowd Deafned the Shores while Fifes Horns furious Horse With Noise Neighes did euen the Welkin force Cursed Seducer cry'd the Iewes what Spight Moou'd thee to alter our Liues happy plight What! are we Fishes that we heere should swim Through these deep Seas Or are we Fowls to skim Ouer the steepest of these Mountains tall Were there not Graues in Egypt for vs all In our deere Gossen but wee needs must come In this Red-Sea to seeke our rewfull Tombe Yet mildest Moses with his dead-liue Wand Strikes th'awfull Streams which yielding to his hand Discouer Sands the Sun had neuer spy'd And Walld the same with Waues on either side Between the which dread-less danger-less The Hebrews dry-shod past the Crimsin Seas But when the Tyrant rashly them pursues Marching the Way was made but for the Iewes The Sea returns over-turns his Force Him Selfe his Men his Chariots his Horse O happy People for whom GOD so kind Arms Fire Aire Clowds Waues Wind WhoÌ„ All things serue which hast All things in Pay O! neuer let Time's File to fret away So rare a Fauour rather let the Tongue Of All thine Aged tell it to Their Yong They to their Seed They to theirs again Eternally These Wonders to retaine Them forty yeeres GOD in the Desart fed With Angells Food with a celestiall Bread And from a Rock as dry as Pumice first Made Riuers gush to satisfie their Thirst Kept euen their Shooes all their Garments there As good the last as the first day they were And sith our Soules will faint for want of Food Most liberall in All for all their Good Gaue on Mount Sinai in his Sacred Lawe â—oule to their Soules through sharp-sweet filial Awe Teaching them all as dutie All doth binde To loue Him first next to Him Man-kinde That We might neuer break That sacred Twine Which Man to Man Man to GOD doth ioyne Graue Moses dead braue Iosuah's rule began Whose happy Sword soon conquered Canaan And in few yeers vnto subiection brings The Liues and States of one and thirty Kings At His coÌ„mand more powerfull then the Thunder The firmest Rocks Rampires fall in-sunder Without the Shock of Tortoise or of Ram To batter Breaches where his Armie came For but with bellowing of hoarse Trumps of Horn As with an Engine prowdest Towers are torn As at his Beck the Heav'ns obey his will The Fire-foot Coursers of the Sun stand still To lengthen Day least vnder wings of Night His Heathen Foes should saue themselues by Flight This scourge of Pagans in a good old age To liue in Heav'n leauing this Earthly Stage Israel had many Magistrates of Name Whose Memories liue euer fresh in Fame Who knowes not Ahud Sangar Samuel Debora Barac and Othoniel Who hath not heard of mighty Samsons Coile Who sole and Arm-less did an Army foile What Praise with Iephthe's might haue wel compar'd Had but his Rashnes his deer Daughter spar'd What Clime what Time what Riuer Dale or Down But rings of Gedeon and his high Renown After the Iudges Kings some good some bad The sacred Helm of th' Hebrew Vessell had â—ad I their
Troughs and publick Cesterns deep Both Citizens and Soldiers to suffice So that they would be moderate and wise So th' Officers divide in silver measures To all of all sorts of these liquid Treasures This welcome Liquor which might serve at first To keep their life a while not quench their Thirst Their Cesterns dry'd they seek in every sink Of every Gutter greedily they drink T' appease their Thirst awhile not please their taste With Drink whose stink was oft the Drinkers last O wretched Men O wondrous Misery Little or much drink or drink not they dy Plenty and Lack of Liquor in extreme Though Contraries concurt to murder them With-in whose Bodies warreth Thirst as fell As outwardly th' outrageous Infidell Street Lane nor Ally had this wofull City Where-in the Sisters Enemies to Pitie Invented not some new and vncouth guise To murder Hebrews and from firmest eyes In signe of Sorrow showers to extract Of pearly Tears of bitter brine compact Mid all Degrees if rested any-where But so much moisture as could make a Teare There an Old man complaineth that a Lad Hath new snatcht from him all the Drink he had But Thirst contracts his Throat his voice vains And ends at once his Life his Plaint and Pains A Soldier heer re-swils again and gladder Th'vnsavory Water which had swelld his bladder There th'woefull Mother on her Couching-Settle Her half-dead Childe reviveth with her Spettle â—eer the sad Lover sighes her latest breath â—ith the last Sighes of her deer Love in Death â—or cruell Thirst com'n from Cyrenian Strand Where ay Shee lives amid the burning Sand â—erpetual panting for continuall Drouth â—anging her Tongue a foot without her Mouth â—er Face all wrinkled both her Eyes deep sunk â—er Body leane and light her Bowels shrunk â—er Brest transparent and her Veins repleat With Brimstone all in steed of Blood 's moist Heat â—owes from her rotten Lungs a loathsome breath Through all the Town infusing Fumes of Death â—n th' Hebrews Artires causing every Porch Obscurely shine with some Funereall Torch So that the Heav'ns seeing so many Woes Could hold no longer but would faine with those Sad-weeping Hebrews Their sad Tears haue melld Save that their Tears the Lord of Hoasts with-held And I my Self that drown mine Eyes with Theirs Vnable though well to express those Tears Will with my Silence vaile their Countenance Following that Painters learned Ignorance Who well conceiving that his live-less Colours Could not to life express the deadly Dolours Of Agamemnon at his Daughters End Cover'd his sad Face with a sable Bend. Mean-while the few that of this Wrack remain Against their sad Chiefs murmur and complain The Lord say they in Iustice recompence Your wilfull Malice and Our Innocence The Lord look down vpon the wretched Teen Your wicked Counsails have heer plung'd vs in For had you yeelded to the Foes demand Yet he had entred on the Holy Land We happy we had never seen our Friends So hâ—p-less brought to so vntimely Ends. Alas What Comfort rests O wretched City Those that besiege thee round wold show thee Pity Thine Own are Cruel Foes wold fain preserve-thee Thy Frends destroy thee Those wold fain reserv thee Would saue thy Children thine own Children rather Run headlong all on wilfull Death together Lord well we know our wicked Deeds haue made Thee iust displeas'd to drawe the keenest Blade Of thy fierce-kindled ire which iustly sheads Thy deadliest Darts on our disloyal heads Yet Thou which dost not long thy Wrath retain Against thine Owne O turn to Vs again Lord change the purpose of our wilfull Lords Who ' gainst our Bosomes whet the Pagan Swords Or grant at least with thousand Arrowes thrill'd We rather may by Heathen hands be kill'd Then longer Langnor of this banefull Thirst To linger vs in living Death accurst Deer Brethren 't is our only Duty bindes Their Rulers said not our sinister mindes Of vndermining or of pyning Ours Thus to hold out against these Heathen Powers If You haue Pain We have our Portion too We are imbarkt in the same Ship with You On the same Deep we the same Danger run Our Cross is common and our Loss is one As common shall our comfort be when GOD Shall please to ease vs of th' Assyrians Rod As sure he will if Your Impatiency Stop not the Course of his kinde Clemency Then strive not with th'All-Perfect but depend On God alone Whose Actions all do tend To profit His Who in his Season ever Almighty can and will His Church deliver Sometimes the Archer lets his Bowe vnbent Hang idly by that when it is re-bent With boisterous Armes it may the farther cast His winged shafts and fix them far more fast So oft the Lord seems in his Bosome long To hold his hand and after as more strong To hammer Those whose impious Impudence Miss-spends the Treasure of his Patience Which at first sight gives all Impunity As think the Lewd to all Iniquity But at the last his heavie Vengeance payes Them home for all his Iustice long Delayes As th'Vsurer forbearing of his poore And needy Debtors makes his Debt the more What though th' high Thunderer in his Fury dread Strike not in th' instant this proud Vice-Roy dead â—an all th'Amasse of Waters which he pent â—bove and vnder th'ample Firmament â—editious so shake-off his Soueraigne Power â—s not to send the thirsty Earth a Shower â—o no though Heav'ns on every side so cleer â—oâ—d nothing lesse then Rain or moisture neer They with their Tears shall shortly soak the Plain 〈◊〉 on the Day when Saul began to raign â—or all the Heav'ns the Starres and Elements Must execute his high Commandements But still the Plebe with Thirst and Fury prest Thus roaring raving gainst their Chiefs contest O holy Nation shall we shall We die Their Elderships grave Sights to satisfie O! shall we die to please These foolish-wise â—ho make themselues rich by our Miseries And with our Bloods would purchase them a Name â—o live for ever in the Role of Fame No no Let 's rather break their servile bands Which hold vs in let 's take into our hands Our Cities Helm that freeing it from Sack We wisely so may free our Selves from Wrack As the Physician by the Patient Prest Who on his Bed vnruly will not rest Permits sometimes what Art prohibiteth Osias so importun'd promiseth To yeeld the Town if in five Dayes appear No certain Signe of divine Succour neer The People then their woeful past estate Their present paine and future Fears forgate Sith though it should not hap as most they thirst At least they should of Evils scape the worst But IVDITH who the while incessant Showres From her sad eyes in signe of Sorrow poures With mourneful voice now cals vpon the Lord Anon her sad Soule comforts in his Word Praiers were her Staires the highest Heav'ns to clime GOD's Word a Garden where in needful time She found her Simples in
my brighâ— Strong steeled Targe my brazen Burguinet My martiall Gard about my Body set Sith the keen Shot which her quick Eye doth dart Throgh Steel Brass Gard doth wound my haâ—â— What boots my Courser swifter then the Winde Leaving the Swallowes in his speed behinde Sith on his back flying I cannot flie The willing Chaines of my Captivitie Change change then Hebrews into Smiles yo r tears Triumph of Me mine Hoste Arms Swords Spears â—am no more the Duke whose Name alone â—erwhile with Terror shook you every-one â—o I am He whose Courage late so brave â— now become but Slave vnto my Slave â— am not come to Warr with Israel â—o burne your Cities or your Selves to quell â—ut to intreat You to intreat for Me â—our match-less IVDITH that She milder be But whither Wit-less whither am I borne â—y Loves fond Fury willfully forlorne â—ave I not Her heer in my Patronage â—hat can the Anguish of my Soule asswage â—nd yet with idle Plaints I pearce the Skyes â—nd thus vn-Manly melt me at mine Eyes Vnhappy Me my wretched Case is such His who wants most what he hath too-much Crystall River flowing to his Lip â—et dies for Thirst and cannot drink a sip â—or so do I respect her Excellence â—er Heav'n-given Graces that for Reverence â—ine eyes dare scarce behold her and my Tongue â—steed of suing to my roof is clung O that my Brest transparent Crystall were That She might see my hearts dire Torment there And there read plainely what my Loves excess Alas permits not my sad voice t' express Since IVDITH first came to th' Assyrian Camp Thrice had the Heav'ns light put-out their Lamp And now Aurora with a saffron Ray Began in Inde to kindle the fourth Day When as the Duke who Food and Rest forsakes This heauy Moan to 's Eunuke BAGOS makes BAGOS my Sonne adopted not by Chance BAGOS whom I still studying to advance Have made of Meanest and neglected most First in my heart and Second in mine Hoste BAGOS I burn I rave I rage I die Of wounds receiv'd from that faire Strangers Eie Go seek her out go quickly tell her Thou My loving Languor tell her that I vow To make her equal nay above the best Of greatest Dames whom royall Crowns invest Especially insinuate so that She Be pleas'd this night to come and sup with Me. Wear 't not a Folly nay a Madnes meer In Me to have the rarest Beauty heer â—his Age hath bred and yet too-faint a Foole â—hould not dare my hearts hot Thirst to coole â—ould not my Soldiers laugh at it apace â—ay would not IVDITH blush at My Disgrace BAGOS too-apt too-vs'd to such a Turn â—hus oyles the Fire which but too-fast did burn â—y Lord if Private men whose otious Care â—arce passe the Threshold of their owne Door dare â—hose Mindes content with their vnhappy Hap â—r other Grace or Greatnes never gape â—e not content alas vnless some-while â—us warme Comforts their chill Cares beguile â—w-more vnhappy then are Those that beare 〈◊〉 Atlas Burthen Those that Rest forbeare â—r Others Rest Those that like Argus wake â—ile Others fear-less their full Naps doo take 〈◊〉 among all their Gall their Toil their Teen â—e Cupids Hony be not mixt between Then Sir pursue your Love lose not the Game â—ich of it self comes to your Net so tame â—d if in like Imployments heertofore â—ave found Me fit and faithfull evermore This new Trust you shall by speedy Trial â—e me more secret diligent and loyall Alas How-many BAGOS's in our Time In Princes Courts to highest Honors climbe More for their Cunning in such Embassies Then for Repute of learned stout or wise Whilome great Courts were Vertue 's Academs Now Schools of Vice now rather Sinks of Realms You who Great-minded cannot be content To be close-Brokers for th'Incontinent Who cannot brew with too-too-dangerous Skill Both a Love-Potion and a Cup to kill Who cannot noble your free Natures strain With flattering pencil on your Face to fain A Face of frownes or Smiles of Wrath or Ruth To please the Great rather with Tales then Truth Come not at Court if I may counsail you For There in steed of Grace and Honor dew Vnto your Vertues you shall nothing gain But that which There still haunts the Good Disdain You Noble Ladyes in whose heart is graven A filial Fear of th'All-see GOD of Heaven You that more prize your Honor 's pure Report Then Love of Princes keep you from the Court But You who hauing neither Land nor Money Out-brave the bravest Who with words of Honny And Friend-like Face Dissemblers humbly greet Whom your false harts wish in their winding sheet Who lavish sel your Wives for Offices Who make you Noble by base Services Who seruing Time can set your Faith to sale Shift your Religion saile with euery Gale Who Parasites can put more Faces on Then euer Proteus in the Seas hath show'n Who forcing Nature can your Manners fit To my Lords Humor and so humor it Like a Chameleon which heer blew there black Heer gray there green doth with his Obiect take Who can invent new Toules new Taxes finde To charge the People and the Poore to grinde Who fayning to possesse your Princes Eare Make Sutors crouch and court you euery-where â—nd subtle Shifters sell them deere your Smoak â—linding the Wretches with a wilie cloake You warbling Sirens whose delicious Charms â—raw wariest youth into your wrackfull Armes â—ou Circes you whose powerfull Spells transmute â—our Loues to Stones Hogs Dogs euery Brute â—ou Stymphalides whose Auarice deuoures â—he richest Treasure of Youth's freshest Flowers You you whose Painting and Pearl-golden-glister Of Priam's old Wife make yong Castor's Sister You Myrâ—ha's you Canaces Semi-ram's And if there be any more odious Dames Come You to Court come quickly There on You A hundred Honors shal be hcapt vn-dew You there shall sell Iustice Preferments Places Yea you shall sell mis-gouernd Princes Graces But Muse it boots not Hadst Thou thousand fold The Strength Stomack of Alcides bold Thou couldst not clense These Sin-proud shining Halls Fouler by far then foule Augeas Stalls Let 's back to IVDITH who to bring about Her hard deseign survayes her sets her out Be-curles her Tresses makes her Crystall cleer Her Beauties Iudge which had in Earth no peer Then comes she to the Tent rich hanged round With curious Arras from the top to ground Where Artfull fingers for a Web of glory Had woven Medes Persians Syrian Princes Story There Ninus first pusht by vain Prides amisse Vsurps the East heer comes Simiramis Who fayning Her a Man th' Assyrians swayes And to the Clowds her BABYLON doth raise See see a Prince with soft white fingers fine Effeminate sits spinning Flaxen Twine And for a Launce bearing a Distaffe showes That more to Female then to Male he owes See how he poats paints frizzles fashions him Bathes basks anoints viewes re-views his Trim Within his Glass
Those who in sincere Humility â—cknowledging as knowing their Debilitie Through th' old Corruption of all Adams race â—hem-selues distrusting only trust Thy Grace Thou Lord alas know'st all our Imperfections Our vain Desires our mutable Affections â—ow prone we are to fall how Wilde how Wood â—ursuing Euill and eschewing Good Th' incessant Sway of our continuall Ill Requires the Grace of thy preuention still And th'odious Fruits our Nature wonts to breed Lord of Thy Mercies haue continuall need Of frailtie therefore when our foot shall slip Or sway or stray or turne-awry or trip Yer flat Wee fall vouchsafe thy helping hand To raise vs then and make vs after stand For without Thee our Force is Feebleness Our Wisdome Folly Will is Waywardness Our Knowledge Ignorance our Hope Despaire Our Faith but Phansie and our All but Aire Without Thee Lord meer Idols are we all W'haue Eies but see not feet but cannot craule Eares but we heare not Senses with-out Sense Soules with-out Soule with-out Intelligence Without Thee all our Counsails Deseigns Are but as Chaffe before the boysterous Windes Our Preparations quickly come to nought Our Enterprises vanish with a Thought With-out Thee boot neither our Foot nor Horse From Thee alone all things deriue their Force Thou only givest Vertue Wisdome Wealth Peace Honour Courage Victory and Health Thou holdst the hearts of Princes in thy hand Their Strength and State is all at thy Command No Chance of Warre no Power no Policy But Changeless Thou giv'st Losse or Victory By Thee Kings raign bound equally to all To waigh iust Iustice both to Great and Small To reach the good their Sceptre 's helpfull Vigour And teach the Lewd their Swords seuerest Rigour Who Them reiect or Their iust Lawes repugne Thine Honor and Thine Ordinance impugne They owe their Subiects Iustice and Defence Their Subiects Them Honor Obedience Each ought to pay Them in degree manner Tribute where Tribute Honor to whom Honor â—nd to their People They their best Protection And Each his Owne without mis-fond Affection And think themselues the while Thy subiects too And bound the more thy sacred Lore to doo To shew the more Their Vertues Excellence The more their Charge is their Eminence Iustice due Dooms slackly to execute Makes some Disloyal others Dissolute â—ome too-outrageous in Wrongs greediness Others on th' other side in all Excess T' hath oft bin seen in Our Times Climes Good Princes smart for wicked Peoples Crimes And sometimes also for their Princes Sin Subiects are plagued outward and within But O! how highly happy is the Land Where a iust Prince doth prudently command And where the People in a Loue-bred Awe Pay willing Seruice and Obey the Law O happy both People and Prince in fine Where both obey Thy sacred Lawes diuine Who grately vsing Blessings great and small Acknowledge Thee Owner and Lord of All. Of Thee in Fee all Princes of the Earth Hold their Estates Goods Honors Being Birth And without Thee can neither keep nor get Least point of Honor nor of Earth least bit Their Arcenals without Thee are but vain Their Hoords of Treasure and their Heaps of Grainâ— 'T is vainr without Thee to affie in Force Of Men Munition Champions Charrets Horse Without Thee Order is dis-orderd soon Valour soon vanquisht Policy vndone Number but Cumber and a Multitude Of beaten Soldiers beaten by few rude Thou at thy pleasure mak'st the deepest Sea Diuide it Self to giue Thy Seruants Way And sodainly again itself to close To ouer-whelm Thine and Their stubborn Foes Thou froÌ„ the Rock mak'st plentious Riuers spout For Thine to drink in sandy Desarts drought And there from Heav'n send'st them exceeding store Of Quailes for meat till they can eate no more Thou fedst them there with Angels bread a while And gav'st them then a Milk- -Hony Soile There without stroak to conquer in the Field And Mine-less make their tumbling Walls to yeeld To shew the vse and power of humble Prayer And How to Thee behooues vs still repaire While heart and hands Moses to Heav'n doth strain â—enowned IOSVAH Conquers in the Plain Thou at thy pleasure mak'st the Sun to stay â—nd without Night to make one Double Day â—o giue thy Seruants complete Victory â—nd euer-raze their Foes foule memory Thou to expresse thy Power in Gedeons Raign â—ast by Three hundred Six-Score Thousand slain â—nd by One man one Goad-groom Sillie Sangar â—estroy'd Six hundred in religious anger Thou canst in One a Thousands strength compress And place it strangely in his slender Tress Which cut he lost and then re-grown regain'd And dying more then liuing Foes he brain'd Thou turn'dst to grasse a King of Babylon And setst a Shepheard on a Regal Throne Thou slew'st a Giant by a gentle Lad Who for a Pistol but a Pebble had How-many Troubles had that Prophet-Prince For happy Seruice hatefull Recompence Through Hill Dale hunted from place to place Yet still preserv'd by Thine assisting grace And set at last vpon his Masters Throne Subduing all ciuill and forrain Foen Then in Thine Honor warbles many a Psalm And hoary leaues his Sonne his Kingdome calm By Thee His Sonne renowned Salomon Obtain'd the Name of Wisedoms Paragon For asking only That Thou gau'st Him VVealth Honor and Peace withall and Power and Health And as good Princes thus Thou doost aduance So bringst thou down fel Tyrants Arrogance Such as transported in their Pride extreame Dare wrong Thy Saints or Thy dâ—â—d Self blasphemâ— Senacherib must This confesse and rew With nine-score-Thousand which Thine Angel slew Of His proud Hoste besides th'vnkindly Slaughter Of his owne Self by his owne Sonnes soon after So That Baal-blinded blood-soild Sin-sold Paier In whose sad Dayes the Zealful Thesbits Praier â—or Seav'n Six-Months seald-vp thy heav'nly deaws â—hy Power Truth Iustice in Their IudgemeÌ„t shews â—ft-times thy Hook hales moody Tyrants back â—ft-times themselues by their own Swords to wrack â—ometimes by Womens weak vnwarlike hands â—hou conquer'st Captains confoundst their Bands Yea Lord at all times in extreamest Straights â—hy sacred Arme or Secret Army waits â—o succour Thine from Famine Sword and Fire â—nd all the Plots that Foes or Fiends conspire And them so daily to supply support Their Wants their Weaknes in so various sort That all thy Wonders of this kinde to count â—en past Examples past all Numbers mount But All thy Mercies vnto All and Each â—f thine Elect What Words what Thoughts can reach â—hat Thou hast said and done vnto Thy Vine â—hy Loue Thy Doue that little Flock of Thine To whom Thou spâ—kest diuers waies of old In Visions Dreames Types Figures manifold By Priests and Prophets sealing oft thine Oracles Of Wrath or Mercy with respectiue Miracles And last of all when Times full Term was run Sent'st vs fâ—om Heav'n Thine Owne and only SON Whom coeternal GOD Thou didst ingender Thine own graueÌ„ Imâ—ge Thine own Glories spleÌ„doâ— Th' Eternal Word by Whom when
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
fosters and defies Frenzies Furies wayward Elues What need we call for Whip or Scourge Their punishment what need we vrge Their Selfs Errors scourge themselues Feare hunts the Coward at the heel The Cruell still Revenging steel Ruine Him that Ruine seeks Heauy Revenge on hainous Crimes Yea in the Sin the Plague some-times Heauens iust hand so iustly strikes Sorrow and Shame for what is past Care of the present Feare fore-cast Of the danger yet to-come Make all false Pleasures shorter seem And sharper too in pain extreme Then euen Paine it selfe to some If I be merry I am mad Say the Severe if Sober-sad Merry Greeks me Meacock call Is' t possible for any-Man At-once to please doe what he can God Himselfe the World and all Who Greatnesse haultily affects Who Great Things happily effects That is hated This envy'd But hoping Greatnesse who so haps To faile or fall in After-Claps Him the Vulgar dare deride VERTVE is vanquisht by her Foes Whose Tryumph euen their Fore-head showes 'T is a shame to be ashamed But shall I tell and tell thee trew Thy Fate the Fruit that shall ensew Shame-less shame-full life vntamed This Fate then falls to bee Thine owne Such shalt thou reap as thou hast sown Wages like thy Worke expect Who heere their Dayes in Euill spend Shall suffer Euills with-out End Such is Minos Doom direct Then swagger stagger spend and spoyle Steale and conceale and keep a coyle Quickly shalt thou all forgoe Kill conquer triumph down again Shalt thou bee cast bouz beat disdaign Th' End 's at hand and comes not slowe The Wise bewaile Mens Follies rife And faine would cure their Vitious life With Receits of heauenly Skill But Sin-sick Fooles what-ever prick Benumbd by Custome lethargike Care not feare not feele no ill Who knoweth much much ill he knowes Who little reaks much good forgoes Hence perplexed Doubts hee casts What is great Knowledge What so much Of Learning or of Book-Skill such But great Blazes and light Blasts While Plato sportiue doth despise The sullen Cyniks Slouen-guise Hee as fast on th' other side Doth Plato's Pomp as much condemn And trample-on Were both of them Who can tell me Wise or Wide Democritus heere laughes a-good Heraclitus there weepes a Flood Glad and sad would mend vs faine But now so stubborn-stiffe is Man That Teares nor Tunes nor Ought else can Faults restore nor Fates restraine Sloath neuer wanteth Want for Mate Thrift Sweat and Labour macerate Eyther in their issue languish So Health is neuer without Sin Nor Sicknes without Paine with-in Outward Ache or inward Anguish Service is to the Lofty minde A Curb a Spur to th'abiect Hinde Seld or neuer stoopes the Will The Vulgar voice the Common Cry Is Welcome Welcome LIBERTY Good for good but ill for ill A Griefe it is alone to bee But more to haue ill company More or lesse alas by This Appeareth plain when all is donne As Proof hath found that vnder Sunne Heer 's no full no perfect Blisse Who neuer yet himselfe could please What can content What vse What Ease What availeth Wealth at will Needy and naked heere I liue To die it doth me nothing grieue But to perish and liue still I look to Heaven and there alas With Fear I see my Iudges Face Auditing my Summes of Sin I thinke of Hell and then I burn Like Aetna then to Earth return Cares and Fears there neuer lin This feele I thus I iustly fare O Man learn quickly and haue care Sacred Duties to obserue This Life is rife in Troubles sore But yet alas a Million more Our Rebellion doth deserue Much like or worse then former Age The futures Face wee may presage Better seldome comes they say Now Right now Wrong now Good now Ill Now Fiend now Frend now God now Will Seem to haue alternate Sway. Nothing is gratis giuen nor got Each labours more or lesse God wot With the hand or with the head None without Art or Vertue thriue Nor Art nor Vertue all atchiue Onely These not alwayes sped What should I seeke or sue for much To liue at Rest Content is Rich. Fortune often is too-free And often kills where shee 's too-kinde But had we once an equall Minde Wee should all Contented bee But euery one is too-secure In sunny Dayes and in obscure Too-deiected in Desire Hence ouer-faint or ouer-full Too-pyned or too-plentifull Fry we all with inward Fire Now Dust her dustic Brood expects Come Earth to Earth of either Sexe Pleasure trembles at her Call Cryes-out of Haste complaines of Heaven But Paine and Sorrow narrow-driven Are well pleasd anâ— easd with-all Who giues me grace to gush-out Teares And lends me space to poure forth Prayers Yet both seeming to neglect 'T is God the dreadfull Sinners Scourge The gratious God which oft doth purge Ills with Pills in his Elect. Behold me Thou that didst bestow Thy Sonne on Mee Forgiue me Thou That didst suffer for my Sin Assist and stay me euermore Thou Thou that heere so oft before In my brest a Guest hast bin Regard vs Lord vnworthy though Thy Glory seek thy Mercy showe Enimies approach apace We faile we fall we cannot stand Our Foes will haue the vpper hand But Thou help vs with thy Grace Witnes my Selfe that heer lie slain But by Thy Touch reuiu'd again Glad to liue to liue to Thee And yet desire to be dissolv'd When my due Date shall be revolv'd As more happy farre for Mee Shew me the Holy Land which flowes With Milke and Hony Saints Repose Traine mee in the new Commerce In the New Art of Better Life Then farewell Muses fare-well Strife In Thy Courts I will conuerse I cannot strike Apollo's string Study for Heav'n and timely ring Sacred Aaron 's golden Bell Nor sing at-once the Thespian Songs And serue my Countrey as belongs Therefore MVSES heere Fare-well FINIS CERTAIN EPIGRAMMS of the same M r. H.S. Translated Dedicated To my deer-affected due-respected D r. HALL D r. HILL I Owe You Each a larger Summ Why bring I then to Both a Crumm To shew you Both My Shifts to liue Euen faine to Borrow what I giue But better so then blushless steal Others Conceipts or Debts conceale Til more my Might diuide this Myte A Larke they say is worth a Kite Some Greater greater things present Of lesser Worth or worser meant GOD measures not our Work but Will Doe You the like and loue me still I. S. EPIGRAMMS 1. Of a King EXtirp 1 extoll 2 knowe 3 keep 4 loue 5 learne 6 from High Bad 1 Good 2 Thy Self 3 The Lawes 4-path Peace 5 to Dye 6. 2. Of a Lawyer Liue iust Iustinian still shield 1 shun 2 suppress 3 Good-mens Good 1 Cause Bribes 2 Brawling 3-Peeuishnes 3. Of a Physician He that can Cure the Sick and Keep the Sound Shall be My Leach Whether He Kill or Wound 4. Of a Diuine Knowe GOD know'n teach Him as thou teachest treaâ— So shall thy Flock
Immortall Issue of ETERNITY His Soule in Bliss beholds her Makers Eyes His goodly Body shall more glorious Rise Weep not for HIM weep for our selues alas Not for our Priuate or Peculiar case As for our Sonn 's Brother's or Master's lack Or Prince's loss our Expectations wrack Our Places Graces Profits Pensions lost Our present Fortunes cast our future crost Weep for our Sinnes our Wicked-Prouocations Our haynous horrid high ABHOMINATIONS Both seen and secret both in High and Lowe Weep weep for These and stript from Top to Toe Of guiddie-Gaudes Top-gallant Tires and Towers Of Face-pride Case-pride Shin-pride Shoo-pride ours Like NINIVITES so neer Their threatned Fall In blackest Sack and Cinders shrowded All Not like a Bul-rush for a day or two To stoop and droop and seem as others doo As ACHAB yerst and PHARAO in Distress And then return vnto our old Excess As Doggs vnto their Mewte Hoggs to their Mire But day by day vntill our last exspire With bended Knees but more with broken hearts And th' inward rest of right Repentant Parts Prostrate our Soules in Fasting and in Praier Before the Foot-stool of th' Empyreal CHAIER That So What-euer bloody DELVGE float From th' old Red Dragon's wide-wide-yawning Throâ—â— We Humbled MOVRNERS may be Heav'nly Ma 〈…〉 In MERCIE 's Vessell to be All imbARET FINIS AN EPITAPH WHen Great French HENRY Fates bereft His Name Fame to OVRS He left As ablest ATLAS Then to proppe The Waight of WORTH the World of HOPE But ENGLAND's Sinnes a heauier Load So over-layd His Shoulders broad That crushed down Heer lies HEE dead So HOPE is fall'n and WORTH is fled ANOTHER WHom All admir'd whoÌ„ All almost ador'd For all the Parts of all PANDORA's Treasure The Hope of all to haue all Good restor'd HIM All our Ills haue slain by Heav'ns Displeasure By HIS late HIGHNE's First Worst Poet Pension r Iosuah Syluester HONI SOIT QVI MAL Y PENSE AN ELEGIAC-EPISTLE Consolatorie Against Immoderate Sorrowe for th'immature Decease Of S r. WILLIAM SIDNEY Knight Sonne and Heire apparant To The Right Honourable ROBERT LORD SIDNEY L. Vi-Count Lisle L. Chamberlain to the Queen L. Gouernour of His Maiesties Cautionarie Town of VLVSHING by IOSVAH SYLVESTER To the right Honorable the Lord Vi-count LISLE and his most vertuous Lady To Sir Robert SIDNEY Knight their Hopefull Sonne To the most Worthy Lady WROTH with the rest of their right vertuous Daughters To all the Noble SIDNEYS SEMI-SIDNEYS ALthough I know None but a Sidney's Muse Worthy to sing a Sidney's Worthyness None but Your Own * Anagram LA WROTH AL-WORTH Sidnëides In whom Her Vncle 's noble Veine renewes â—nd though I know sad Nobles to infuse My fore-spent Drops into the bound-lesse Seas Of Your deep Griefs for your deer Ioy 's Decease To Your full Ocean nought at-all accrues â—â—t as the Floods Queen Amphitrité daignes To take the Tribute of small Brooks and Bournes Which to Her Bounty that Their Streams maintains â—e humble Homage of Their Thanks returnes Accept These Sighes and these few Teares of Ours Which haue their Course but from the Source of Yours Y r Noble Name 's Vertue 's most Observant IOSVAH SYLVESTER An ELEGIAC EPISTLE WHat Obiect less theÌ„ our Great HENRY's Hers e Could so haue seiz'd the voice of euery Verse What Subiect else could haue ingrossed so The publique Store and priuate Stock of Woe What Sea but th' Ocean of His Vertues Fame Could drink all Teares or drown a SIDNEY's Na me As buried quick so quickly though so yong So vn-bewayled so vn-sigh't vn-sung O glorious HENRY though alone to Thee I owe my all and more then all of Mee And though alas the best and most of mine Reach not the least the lowest Dues of Thine Yet woldst thou couldst Thou hear as heer-to-foâ— And grant a Boon I onely would implore Thy leaue a little for a SIDNEY's Death To sigh a little of my Mournfull breath The rather that as Yerst Hee seru'd You heer And in His End attended Yours so neer Through-out all Ages subsequent to Ours His Name and Fame may ever waite on YOVRS Sith All the MVSES owe That Name alone A Dia-pason of each sad-sweet Groan â—t more peculiar and precisely Mine â—ineally bound vnto That Noble Ligne ARCADIANS know no Other for APOLLO â—o other MARS in Arms or Arts to follow â—s DEMI-GODS as well of Warre as Wit â—hen SIDNEYS yerst or SEMI-SIDNEYS yet â—et fit I said for of This deer Descent â—ature of late too-lauishly hath spent Like My Ill-Huswifes which at once doe burn â—wo or three lights where One wold serue the turn â—ot her Own only but more orient Gemms â—ore rich more rare more fitting Diadems As first th' old Father famous-fortunate â—he prime firme Founder of our IRISH State â—ext His Son PHILIP More theÌ„ PHILIP'S Son â—hose World of Worth a World of Honor won â—hen His sole Heire sole VENVS-IVNO-PALLAS â—ll Beauties Pattern and All Vertues Palace Whose memorie on MVSES Fairest Hill â— Canonized by a Phoenix Quill â—hese Three the which Three Ages might haue grac't â—ll These and more in My short Age haue past â—esides This new SWEET-WILLIAM now deceast Th' Epitomè and Summe of All the rest The Flower of Youth of Honour Beauty Blood Th'Apparant Heire of All the SIDNEYS Good For Minde for Mould for Spirit Strength Stature A Miracle a Master-piece of Nature Alas How grossely doe our Painters erre In drawing Death's grim Visage euery-where With hollow holes as wholely dark and blind Ah! See wee not how still Hee sees to finde The fairest Mark the rarest and the best Of Vertues Budds and lets alone the rest Ravens Brambles Bandogs Sirens heer he leaues Swannes Roses Lions Dians hence he reaves Nay th' onely PHOENIX hath he newly slain But maugre Death That Bird reuiues again No maruaile then if SIDNEYS fall so fast So early ripe are seldome apt to last So Eminent are imminent to die Malicious Death doth Such so eas'ly spie But why of Death and Nature raue I Thus Another Stile my LISLE befitteth vs. Another Hand another Eye directs Both Death and Nature in These high Effects The Eye of PROVIDENCE the Hand of POVVER Disposing All in Order and in Hower So working in so waking over All That but by Those doth Nothing heere befall Then not as Currs the stone or staff to bite Vn-heeding why or who doth hurl or smight Vnto That Eye let vs erect our owne And humble vs vnder That Hand alone Which as the Potter his own Work controules Dissolueth Bodies and absolueth Soules Vn-partiall euer Vn-preposterous How-euer Other it may seem to vs. For euer since first WOMAN teemed Twin And at a Birth brought forth both Death Sin Sin as her Heir Death as an Heritage â—ustly deriued down from Age to Age It is Decreed by a more Chang-lesse Lawe Then euer yet the Medes and Persians sawe That All men once as well as Lowe the High
â—ull of Corruption foule of hand and hart â—o touch the ARK to vnder-take This Part Ah! pardon Lord O! purifie mee all â—rom all Prophanenesse from Sinne 's bitter Gall And as yâ—r while it pleasd thee to infuse 〈◊〉 mine vnschooled and vnskilfull Muse By vertue of Thine All-sufficing Grace â—mmediat power du-BARTAS Track to trace â—o as how-euer weake and Art-lâ—sse I â—hat Worke findes Welcome with the grauest Eye â—ow more good Lord my Wits Words refine â—o treat diuinely Matter so Diuine â— sacred Spirit now sanctifie my Stile Let not my Sensuall thy pure Sense defile â—ut tune mee right to Eccho as belongs Thy HVSSIAN's Sighs then Thy IESSEAN's Songs And to that end vouchsafe me at Thy pleasure â—esse Need full Life in a lesse Care full leasure â—p 1. NEere where Idumè's dry and sandy Soile Spreads Palmful Forests dwelt a Man yer-while Of life vnblotted and vnspotted Fame God-fearing Iust Sin-flying IOB by Name With due respect to Heauen 's Nature's Law In Wedlocks sweet Yoake did he seemly draw Whence by that Bountie whose all Blessings bee Seavn Sonnes he had and louely Daughters Three Great was his Substance for of fleecie Sheep Vpon the Downes seavn Thousand did he keep Fiue hundred yoak of Oxen did he owe Fiue hundred Ass-shees Camels six times so Great Train within doores great Train with-out Made him esteem'd through all the East about His Sons by turns their Sisters did inuite And feast each other in a Daily Rite IOB blest them euery Even and euery Morn When first Aurora's rosie beames return The good Old-man to GOD in humble-wise For each of them did offer Sacrifice Lest They might haue mis-don mis-said mis-thought Or in their Feasts offended GOD by ought While happy IOB thus brought the yeere about It came to pass one day when all the Rout Of Light-full Angels did themselues present Before the Foot-stoole of th' Omnipotent There also came the Executioner Th' ambitious Prince Malicious Lucifer With whom the LORD expostulating Thus Said Sathan say Whence comest Thou to vs I come said Hee from walking in and out And compassing the Earthlie Ball about Hast thou not then suruey'd my Seruant IOB Reply'd the LORD whose like in all the Globe There is not found so full of louing-feare So faithfull fruitfull rightfull and sincere Is it for Nothing said the subtle Foe That IOB adores and loues and feares Thee so Hast thou not hedg'd him safe on euery side Hast thou not heapt him Blessings far and wide But for awhile with-hold thy Fauour 's stream With-draw thy hand and hide thy Bounties beam Then shalt thou see or double my Disgrace Hee will anon blaspheme thee to thy Face Lo said th' Eternall from this instant hower All that he hath is in thy hand and power All but Himselfe Himselfe I sole exempt Sathan eftsoones assumes his bold Attempt As all his Children were together met Their elder Bâ—others haâ—tâ—e Cheere to eat Camâ—one to OB â—unning breathless nigh Scarce coulâ— he speak yet weakly thus did cry Ah! woe is me to be the Messenger Of so sad Nâ—wâ—s is now I bring you Sir As all your Oxen vnder painfull yoak Their pointed Iourneyes in your Fallowes broke And as your Asses in the Meads did feed Sâ—bêâ—n â— hieues came forth with furious speed And tooke them all and all your Seruants slew I onely scap't to come and tell it you While He yet spake there came Another in Hared and hot and Thus did He begin Sir from the Heav'ns a suddaine Fire did fall Among your â—heep hath consum'd them all And slaine your Seruants yer they could eschew I onely scâ—p't to come and tell it You. While He yet spake Another came amaz'd And sadly sâ—d Sir while your Camels graz'd In your owne Pâ—stures vp and down the Lands The proud Chaldéans in three armed Bands Surpriz'd them all and all your Seruants slew I onely scap't to come and tell it you While He yet spake Another came and cryde In pitious Fright as if himselfe beside O 〈◊〉 your Sons Daughters all the rest Were met to day at my young Masters Feast Where from beyond the Wilderness anon A suddain Whirle-wind rose and rusht vpon The corners of the House and shooke it so That instantly it fell from Top to Toe And with the Fall them altogether slew I onely scap't to come and tell it you Then starting vp IOB gan his clothes to rent Shaues his hoare haire his head with ashes sprent As in a swoune falls to the ground with grones And semi-sighing Thus himselfe bâ—mones Ah! Naked came I from my Mothers wombe Naked I shall returne vnto my Tombe The LORD hath taken what himselfe hath giuen Blessed be GOD th' Almighty LORD of Heauen Yet did not IOB for all that him mis-fell Murmur at GOD nor inly sink or swell Nor sinne against th' eternall Prouidence But suffred all with humble Patience ANother day when all the sacred Bands Caâ— â— Came all attending their high Kings coÌ„mands Came also Hee whose Enuie since Hee fell FroÌ„ Heavn hath striu'n to hale down Man to Hell With whom the LORD expostulateth Thus Now Sathan say Whence comest Thou to Vs I come said He from walking in and out And compassing the Earthlie Ball about Then Hast thou found replyes th' Omnipotent In all thy Circuit Man more confident Or minde more Constant or more faithfull Soule Then IOB my Seruant whom thine Enuy foule Late vrg'd my Leaue by sharp Assaults to try How hast thou sped What hast thou got thereby Alas said Hee I reft him but the things That flie from Men with transitory wings And therefore he regards his losse the lesse But would thy Power him somwhat neerer presse Would'st thou permit me touch him to the quick I yeeld me conquer'd if he doe not kick If more he serue trust pray or praise thy Grace If he in fine blaspheme not to thy Face Pinch but his Body and then Skin for Skin Hee 'l wince without and sodain flinch within Go Fiend said GOD sith th' art so obstinate Fall on my IOB him felly cruciate Touch not his Soule his Body only touch Hence Satan hyes glad that he might so much Without Delay then with the most Despight He sets on IOB and in most pitious Plight With vlcerous Anguish fils his body so That crusted all in Scabs from top to toe Amid the Ashes sad and desolate Scraping his Sores with shels or sherds he sate Yet Constant still still calmely Patient Without a word of grudging Discontent Then said his Wife What helps Integrity What boots it Man alas curse GOD and die Go foolish Woman the good man reply'd Thy rebell heart doth thy rash tongue mis-guide Shall we from GOD of Good receiue our Fâ—ll And at his pleasure not partake of Ill So IOB as yet for all that him mis-fell Displeas'd not GOD but bore it wondrous well By This the light-foot fether-tongued Dame Had farre
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
before me or behind On This or That side Him I cannot find Yet knowes He well my Way and hath me try'd And I like Gold shall come forth purified My Foot hath walked in His steps His Way Haue I obserued and not gon astray Nor haue I started from His Precepts set But priz'd them more then my appointed Meat Yet He persisteth in one purpose still Who can diuert him He doth what he will And will performe what is of me decreed And many such things are with Him indeed Therefore before Him am I wonder-smit Affraid of Him when I consider it For GOD hath suppled and made soft my heart And deep perplext me in my inward part Because my Languors neither end nor I Nor can I see nor sound the Reason Why. 〈◊〉 24 BVt can it be How can it other be But that the Times of the Diuine Decree Concerning Iudgements more or lesse seuere When Why and Who and How What Where Hidden with GOD and hidden from his Owne Should to the World and wicked be vnknowne They shift the Land-marks from their ancient seat They take by force mens Flocks to feed or eat They driue away the silly Orphans Asse They take for Pledge the Widowes Oxe alas They turn the Needy from their neerest Way They make the Poor together hide them aye Lo Like wilde Asses in the Wildernesse They ramp about their brutish Businesse Rising betimes for Boot like Free-booters The Desart Field yeelds Food for them and theirs They reap them Each a Crop from Others Crop They gather Each a wicked Vintage vp They cause the Naked without Clothes to lie Quiuering for Cold no Couering but the Skie Washt with the Showers that froÌ„ the Mountains shed Embracing Clifts for Shelter Rocks for Bed They Pluck the Pupil from the tender Brest They take from Poor a Pawne of all their best They leaue them Naked Nay the Hungry soule Euen of his Sheaf and gleaned handfuls pâ—ule Yea Labourers that in Their seruice toile That tread their Wine-presse that make their Oile That trudge and drudge in their Affairs in fine They let them starue and euen for thirst to pine The Citie grones vnder their Wicked Thrall Th' oppressed slain and wounded cry and call Yet 't is apparant as the Sun is cleer GOD doth not alwaies smite nor cite them heer Yet These are Those that aye the Light abhor Know not her Way nor keep nor care it for The Murd'rer rises early yet the Light To kill the Poore and robbeth late at Night Th'Adulterer's Eye doth for the Twy-light wait And muffled thinks none sees my quaint Deceipt They Burglars digge through houses in the Dark Which in the Day they for their owne did mark But Light they loath Morning to Them is Death Death's Terror Day which all discouereth On Waters swim they light and swift for Fear On Earth as Vagrants fly they heer and there Their cursed portion euery-where vndon By-waies they seek and the High-waies they shun As Heat and Drought dissolue drink the Snow The wicked-one the Graue shall swallow so The Womb that bare him shall him quite forget And to the Worme he shall be wel-com Meat He shall with Men no more remembred be But broken-off as is a withred Tree He weds the Barren that brings neuer forth And if a Widowe leaues her nothing-worth Yet by his power He drags the Mighty downe And none is safe if He in Fury frowne No though with Presents they his Patience buy And build on it on Them he casts an eye Such for a little are aloft Anon As lowe as Others as All others gone Soone taken hence shut-vp cut-off shorn As with the Haile the tufted eares of Corn. If Thus it be not Who will I desire Disproue my Speech and proue me now a Lyer TO This the Shuhite answered shortly Thus Cap â— He is Almighty Dradly-Glorious Whose Power imperiall All-humbling Awe Rules his High Places in most peacefull Law Is any number of His Armies known What Light so bright but His hath ouer-shone How then may Man with GOD be iust defin'd Or He be Clean that 's born of Woman-kind Behold the Moon before Him is not bright Starres are not pure in his All-piercing sight Then How-much-lesse How-much-less Man alas The Son of Man a Worm a VVorthlesse Mass IOB heervnto replyes incontinent Cap. â— Well haue ye said but How impertinent How hast Thou holp the weak feeble wight How fit defended him that hath no might How sweetly taught the simple and vnwise How full declar'd the Matter as it lyes To Whom doost Thou this Speech of thine direct VVhat mooues thee to it to what effect For I for My part know that Not alone Th' Eternall rules on his supernall Throne The things aboue in their harmonious Course But heere belowe the Better and the Worse Beneath the Waters dead things formed bin And dumb their owne Inhabitants within Hell is not hid from Him Destructions Caue From His inspection can no Couering haue He th'ample Heav'ns ouer the Void extends He vpon Nothing the sad Earth suspends Within his Clowdes He bottles vp the Rain Which with it weight tears not the Clowds in twainâ— He hath in-bowd the fore-front of his Throne And spread his clowdy Canapey thereon He hath begirt the VVaters with a List Shall euer last till Day and Night desist The massie Pillers of the Pole doe shake If He but chide at His check they quake He by his Power doth the deep Sea diuide His Prudence smites her in her fellest pride He by his Spirit the spangled Heav'ns hath drest With glittering Signes the Serpent the rest Lo These are parcells of his VVaies suprem But ô How little doe VVe heare of Him Who can conceiue Who vnderstands the Thunders Of His more secret most sacred VVonders WHile none repli'd IOB grauely Thus goes on Cap â— As liues the Lord th' Almighty Holy-One VVho seems a space my Verdict to suppress Loading my Soule with brunts of Bitterness VVhile Breath is in me till my Spirit inspir'd By GOD be gon from me quite exspir'd My Lips shall speak no wickednes no wile Nor shall my Tongue deliuer any guile No GOD forbid that I should iustifie Your rash miss-Iudgement Mine Integritie â—'ll not abandon to my Dying-day Mine Innocence I neuer will betray My Righteousnes still will I fast retain And my cleer Conscience while I liue maintain But as the VVicked be mine Enemies Those as Vnrighteous that against me rise For what 's the Hope of th'hollow Hypocrite Though He haue heaped Treasures infinite VVhen GOD shal take in a disastrous Day His Land his Life his Goods his Gods â—way Will GOD regard or heare his howling Cry VVhen He is compast with Calamitie Or in th' Almighty can He comfort take Will He to GOD continuall Prayer make I 'll show you how th' Almighty hand doth deale God's wonted Course I will not now conceale Nay
you your Selues you all haue seen it too VVhy talk ye then thus vainly as yee doo This is with GOD the Portion the Part Of the Vngodly the Cruell heart This heritage shall impious Tyrants haue From the â—lmightie This they shall receaue If many Children be shall leaue behind As many shall the Sword or Famine find Or if that any in Remain be left They by the Plague shal vnbewayl'd be reft If He haue heaped Siluer as the Dust And Clothes as Clay he may but sure the Iust Shall ioy his Siluer his Treasures share And wearâ— his Ward-robe how-so rich rare If braue he build it is but like the Moth On others ground as that in others Cloth Soon dispossest or like a Watch-house soon To be set vp and suddainly pull'd-down Such Rich shall die and he without regard Vngather'd to his Fathers Toomb prepar'd Nothing of Him remains in Memorie He vanisheth in Twinkling of an eye Horrors shall seaze him as a Floud with Fright And as a Tempest hurry him in the night An Eastern Storm him quite away shal chase And as Wâ—iâ—le-wind hurle him from his place So pittiless in wrathfull Ielousie VVhile glad fain he would his fingers flie VVil GOD pursue him Good men shal smile And clap their hands hiss at him the while SVre there are Mines veinlings vnder ground Whence Silver 's fetcht wherin Gold is found Caâ— â— Iron out of Earth and out of Stone the Brass Is melted down into a purer mass Beyond the bounds of Darknes Man hath pry'd And th'Excellence of vnder-ground descry'd The rarest Stones richest Mineralls From deadly Damps horrid Darks he hales And if some Torrent come there rushing in Such as no Foot hath felt no Eye hath seen He can reuert it or diuert it soon Without Impeachment to his VVork begun Earth's surface yeelds him Corn Fruits for food Her vnder-folds some burning Sulphury flood Amid the Quarrs of Stone are Saphires store Among the Dust the precious Golden Ore VVhere neuer Bird before did Path discry VVhere neuer Vultur cast her greedy Eye VVhere sauage Whelps had neuer neuer trac't Nor furious Lion euer by had past On Cliffs of Adamant He layes his hands Their height hardnes He at will commands Slents them with Sledges crops their clowdy crown He by the roots turns Mountains vp-side down To let out Rills He cleaueth Rocks insunder His Eye perceiues all that is precious vnder He binds the VVaters that they shal not weep And diues for Riches in the deepest Deep All This more hath Man But where is found That souerain VVisedom sacred profound That Vnderstanding of the VVaies diuine Of GOD's supream and secret Discipline Man knowes it not nor kenns the worth of it It is not found in any liuing VVit The Deeps confess the Sea acknowledgeth T is not in Me nor with Me th' other saith Nor Gold nor Siluer nor all Gems that are Can purchase it nor equall it by farre No wedge of Ophir neuer so refin'd No Aethiopian Topaze Pearle of Inde No precious Onyx neither Saphire pure Corall and Crystall passe I as obscure No Carbuncle no Diamant so rare No One nor All with VVisedom may compare But Whence is then Where is to be found That sacred VVisedom secret profound Sith it is hidden from all humane Eyes And from the sight of euery Foule that flyes Death Destruction say VVe of the same Haue with our eares but onely heard the Fame GOD GOD alone doth vnderstand it Way And knowes the place where it abideth aye For He at once beholdeth All that is In all the VVorld All vnder Heav'n he sees To poize the Winds portion at his pleasure Vnto the Waters their due weight measure When for the Raine he stablisht a Decree And for the Thunder's Lightning Mutinie Then did Hee see it and fore-see it fit He numbred pondred prepared it And vnto Man This Maxime did apply GOD's Feare is Wisedom from Sin to flie 〈◊〉 â—9 IOB yet proceeded said furthermore O! were it with mee as it was of yore In my fore-passed Months my former Dayes When GOD preseru'd me when with gracious raies His Lightfull Lamp reflected on my head Whereby I walkt through Darknes void of Dread As in my younger times when yet the Lord Vouchsaf't me Blessings of my Bed Boord When yet the Lord was with me in my Tents And showred there his hidden Prouidence WheÌ„ where I went my waies were bath'd in Butter And Rocks about me Rills of Oile did gutter VVhen I had gon vnto the publique Gate To take my place where all our Senate sate At sight of Me would Young men hide them thence And th' Elder sort stand vp for reuerence Nobles were silent if I present were And if I spake they turn'd their â—ongue to Eare And th' Eare that heard me blessed me the Eye That saw me witnest mine Integritie For I deliuered euery Poore opprest The Orphan the Helpless I redrest He blessed me that was wel-neer vndon The Widowes heart I cheered I put-on â— put-on Iustice as a seemly Gowne â—t was vnto me as a Robe and Crowne â— as an Eye vnto the Blind became And as a Foot vnto the Halt and Lame A Father was I to the Poore and where The Case was Dark I would discusse it Cleer I also brake th'Oppressors greedy Iawes And took the Prey out of his Teeth and Pawes Then thought I sure to die at home in rest And said I shall with long good Daies be blest For by the Waters was my Root out-spred Vpon my Top Heav'ns nightly Deaw was shed My Wealth increast mine Honour daily grew My Bowe of Health my Strength did still renew When I had spoken euery Eare was prest To giue me eare and in my Counsels rest Without Reply and as the latter Rain The thirstie Earth my Words they entertain If I had laught or smil'd on any neer They took no notice nor would change my Cheer â— sate as Chief I onely rul'd the roast Dwelt as a King amid an armed Hoast And as a Man amid a mourning Rout That from his lips pours liuely Comforts out 〈◊〉 30 BVt now alas My Puisnès Me deride The meanest mock me Yea and Those beside Whos 's ragged Fathers I refus'd to keep My Shepheards Curs much more to cure my Sheep For to say truth what Seruice could they doo So idle bred both Young and Elder too Weakned with Sloath and wicked Conuersation And waxen old in wretched Desolation For Cold and Hunger wandring here and there With Mallowes fed and roots of Iuniper Pursewd as Theeues hunted from place to place With Hue and Cries and euer had in Chase And therefor fain for Shelter's sake to creep In Clifts and Caues in Rocks and Dungeons deep Among the Thorns and Thickets roaring rife Wild Out-lawes leading a most Beastiall life The Breed of Fooles the Fry of
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
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
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
alike Guilty in their Grand-Sires Stain â—th as in Birth so in their Death alike â—th Kings and Beggers one same Dart doth strike â—th pass together in one self same Boate â—om th'arched Palace and the thatched Cote 〈◊〉 that in Life what-euer Ods there be Birth is None None in their Death we see Only the Good of what Degree soeuer â—e free from Death though they dye dye neuer â—ue to the Grief of Vertuous Soules their Frends â—hom to suruiue the Good it heer offends â—ean in Bodie which a Death they hold 〈◊〉 Toomb or Prison that doth Them with-hold â—om th' Happy Haven makes them less inclin'd â—o seek their GOD his strait Wayes to finde The Good are They who not alone not wring VVho not alone not wrong in any thing VVho not alone not hurt but from their heart Doe Good to Others and their Owne impart In liberal Almes vnto the Poor's Relief After their power as grieued with their Grief Such shall not dye but to liue euer Blessed Such shall not liue but to dye heer possessed Of Grace and Glory with th' ETERNAL GOD Author of Almes and euer-scourging Rod Of Such Gold-heaped Iron-hearted Wretches As to the Poor impart no part of Riches Nor lend nor Lodge nor clothe nor free nor feed Distressed CHRIST in His deer Saints that need Such shall not liue but to dye double martyr'd Such shall not dye but to liue euer tortur'd In Hell and Horror without End or Ease Now Worldlings chuse You which you will of These Fines THE â—ATAIL of YVRY OR THE BREAK-NECK of The Hellish-Holy League In That famous Victorie vvonne By HENRY the Great Written By Du BARTAS Translated Dedicated TO The Right Honorable RICHARD EARLE of DORSET By â—OSVAH SYLVESTER TO The Right Honorable Earle of Dorset â—S th'awefull Child that long hath truanted Dares not return vnto the Schoole alone â—or Shame Feare to be there discipled â—ith many Stripes for many Faults in One â—ares my Lord My long Omission â—f th' humble Thanks I ought haue tendered â—or kinde Endeuours You bestowd vpon My Right my Wrong to haue recouered â—d as in fine He brings his Mother forth To beg Forgiueness or his Fault to scuse â—o bring I beere My deer DUBARTAS Worth â—mediate for My too-faultie Muse Whom daign to pardon and in gentle Part Accept This last of His not least in Art Your Lordships most Obliged Iosuah Syluester Ad eundem Comitem Illustrissimum Nuper ex Gallijs reducem EPIGRAMMA Ex Lat. I. O. â—Yer's Change hath changed w ch but rare doth chance Your good to best in Science and in Sense â—er and better and Both from FRANCE Wel-come Great Earle few are so Well come Thence Eiusdem Clarissimi ANAGRAMMATA Clarus Divis Charus Richardus Sacvilus Is Clarus diu Charus Exoptat I. S. THE BATTAIL of YVRY O! What a Sun-shine gilds vs round-about O! What a Hymne of Triumph troule they out â—ll our Temples ô What cheerfull noyse â—â—at Bells What Bonfires ô What Publique-Ioyes 〈◊〉 Day is Ours and on the Leaguers head â—â—e angry Heav'ns haue their iust Vengeance shed â—â—e smooth my Brows You my throbing thoughts â—â—â—ong deeply sunk in Sorrowes sable Vaults â—â—…r-vp to Heav'n You Sisters Three-fold-Three â—â—…o of late Yeeres haue scarce vouchsafed Mee 〈◊〉 wet my lipps Now sweetly steep my Tongue â—our best Syrups poure vpon This Song â—…eaw of Gold a May of learned Flowres 〈◊〉 not mine Eyes blubberd with priuate Showres â—â—…sse publique Glee nor silent Me conceale â—â—ile Others sing These Tropheys of our Weale Ah! now begins my rapted Brain to boile â—h braue Invention Now 's the fittest while 〈◊〉 my Carreer Others may hold their tongue 〈◊〉 hardly can great Ioyes be hidden long But now How Where of What shall I begin This Gold-grownd Web to weaue to warp to spinâ— For heer I list not in these leaues my Lord The famous Facts of thy first Arms record So many and so numbery Armies scatterd So many Townes defenc't so many batterd By Thy young Valour Neither shall my Pen Re-purple Lisle nor with dead Grease agen Re-soile the Soile at Courtras neither dread Heere reaue again thy Ragefull Foes of Head Nor shall my Muse relate how that yer-while Abusings King 's and Churche's sacred stile All EVROPE nigh all sorts of Rights reneg'd Against the Truth and Thee vn-holy leagu'd While Thou a Prince nor hauing MeÌ„ nor Treasuâ— But poore in All saue rich in Hope past measure Resemblest right one of thy Hills in Foix Which stands all Storms firm'd by it selfs sad poize Boldly beholds the frowning Vpper-Stage Disdaining Winds deriding Weathers rage And with his brows cleauing the proudest Thundeâ— With knobbed knees still keeps it brauely vnder Nor may I now our Thoughts cleer Heav'n o'r-caâ— With Clowdy Theam of Miscries fore-past Nor cruelly begin againe to launce New-skinned wounds to the new griefe of France Sing Others Those Me shall suffice to sing That in few Months since Thou wert heer Our King Thy valiant hand hath more strong places won Then Both the Sides in thirty yeers haue don Though Swarms besieg'd in number did surmount Besieging Troops in so vn-equall count That oft there seemd of Foes more Troops almost Then single Souldiers in thy Royall Host Thou seemst a Lightning thy nimble Bands Follow thy will rather with wings then hands And impt with plumes of Honor-thirsting minds Are brauely born with Thy Good-fortunes winds Thou cam'st saw'st ouercam'st as swift well neer As these swift Words I haue digested heer Onely neer Arques for few dayes the Foe Thine Expeditions some-what doth fore-slowe But as a Torrent whose proud stream for stop Hath the thick height of some new Causwaies top The Bottome vndermines beats on the shore And still in vaine adds Forces more and more Till at the last aided with Showres and Snowes Fel foaming lowd his Prison ouer-throwes Tears Bridges down bears away Mounds Mills And hauing won the Valleys threats the Hills Swells as a Sea in his furious Pother Takes Land from some giueth more to other So thou re-Campst runn'st rushest ruinest Holds Houses Townes neuer â—oost thou rest Till rebel Paris pale for guiltie Feare Behold thy Face with too-iust Furie there In her vast Sub-vrbs Sub-vrbs flanked strong Sub-vrbs whose streets with Souldiers thickly throng Thou tak'st Estamps loosing scarce a man Thy martiall Troops ingrateful Vandosme wan Mans is assaild and taen Falaise Eureux Maine followes those after that Lizieux And Honfleur too stoop to thy Sacred Flowers And now began thy Sulphury Thunder-flowers To batter Dreux when as the Leaguers Chief Puft with some new Supplies fresh Relief From fatall Philip who right Foxie-Wise Wide yawning still after so rich a Prize Ambitious waits nor wishes nothing more Then that our Great each other enter-gore In Ciuill Rage that at the easier rate Himselfe may snatch the Price of Their debate Drawes neer thine Host Then Thou whose Fear was great