Brim-full of Honour honour must runne o're Let but th' Imposture Pope his consc'ence cheatâ— With a full pardon and quit murder's score Phocas will ope a sluce from which shall flee Supremacy to swell the Bishops See 13 'T was he was Rom's grand Patron and firâ— The Triple Crowne to th' Papall dignity And that Rome might as horrid treasons have gav He left his murthers for a legacy A cruell Monster must that honour be That 's got of murder and full Tyranie 14 Rome proves his wil and then makes hast to takâ— A full possession next he seekes to find Some cruell skulking Iesuite to make Him treasurer of what was left behind Where warres doe nought there treason muâ— begin 15 So have I seen a scattered army lye The conqu'rer's strength soon conquered by slight And yet the next day rise with victory Getting by forging what they lost by flight Our foe may teach us how to winne the prize By falling often times wee learne to rise 16 The Iesuite makes much of what h' hath got Phocas his lcgacy shall not be spent And yet he will be prodigall but not Spend on the Principle t is his intent To trade with Hell and put it out to use That which the Feinds return shall feed abuse 17 And well he hath improv'd what Phocas left For envy Mallice full inveterate For murther Murthers mixt with skulking theft For Regicide both King and kingdom's Fate To kill a king is petty treason fit For lay-murder not a Iesuite 18 Those poled Pates have quite impov'rish't hell And mate the Duke of darkenesse morgage all His hidden plots to them treason shall dwell No more within Don Pluto's Stygian Hall All 's fell to them they 'l turne the Feinds out quite And Hell shall be their owne before the night 19 With jaws as wide as the vast arch of heav'n They gape for Kingdomes royall blood 's their draft With treason's blacker feet they 'r headlong driven Murther is counted but on handy craft See all in this one plot which though but one Hath all in it the other all are none 1 WHen blest Eliza swai'd proud England s rod And ballanc't in her hands the golden ball Peace sat by hir laid downe her head to nod Within her Princely lap and there did fall Into a slumbring sweet-security Peace flyes not Scepters but dread Tyranny 2 This quiet Empresse hardly could enjoy The sweetnesse of that royall maiden bed But something would her present rest annoy And with a surly joy divorce her Head Or treason's rage at home or warr 's abroad Kings must not alwaies look for peace aboad 3 But alwayes as Queene-Peace â—awak't she turn'd Lending a glance to blest Eliza still And smiling on her Angell-face shee burn'd And blusht as if she long'd to speake her will But pluckt an Olive branch to give her still And so laid downe her head to sleepe her filâ— 4 Then then it was that time look't young agin Wiping his hoary foretop from his eyes He lookt and thought the golden age had bin And deeming of himselfe in paradice Began to count his age and scarce beleiv'd Seeing Eliza he so long had liv'd 5 The earth was watred with a milder dew Which peace did sprinkle from her fruitfull hand That Tellus in her sparkling coate did show As if sh 'had on that couler'd swadling band Which wrapt her infancy with var'ous wreaths Like those which lovely May for Phyllis weaves 6 The plough-men earlyer then the morne did rise Whistling Apollo's steeds to watering Whil'st with their chearefull notes they did devise How to divide the day with quavering Thus play themselves to worke then divide The earth to furrowes as the plough did glide 7 They put Dame nature to the sword and made Her open wide her wombe to lodge the graine The plow ne're knew the share the earth no spade But Mars did make away for Ceres traine New plow'd with swords they beat their armor out For horseshoes or to plate their wheeles about 8 Neglected helmets then were cast away The spideres tooke them for their shops to weave Their thinner-softer Taffety where they Kept a continuall working-day with leave And made them monuments that they mightly There softly wrapt in their owne destiny 9 The hoarser throates of Cannons bellow'd forth Not for Bellona's sake to summon warre But when soe're they thund'red 't was the worth Of some great triumph to be blowed farre And that about the world did give the fire Or celebrate Eliza's crown'd desire 10 The Taratant'ring sound was never heard Which when the horses e're once soopeth up It makes them mad for battaile and unscar'd He runnes at push of Pike the flame doth fup Into his fiery nostrills till it come Out of his mouth like to a seathing foame 11 The drumme unbrac't lay speechlesse al the while The flute had got a cold i' th' rusty throate Insteed of these we heard the Philomele Sing to the Musick of the Lute her note Peace lay a sleepe under hir Olive tree Charm'd with the winged Quier's Lullaby 12 Devotion in her whiter robe more white Then th' unborne Snow within her region Go's to the Altar with a soule more bright Then th' spotlesse spotted Bride of heav'n the moon And there with holy-hands and washed eyes Offers her undisturbed sacrifice 13 â—straea keepe her state both eyes doe see â—nd yet they both are blind her eares both deafe â—nd yet both open too she keeps a Key â—o lock out bribes and open for reliefe 'T was shee that lasht Erynnis out and then Came peace calm'd the troubled earth again 14 â—ut night doth close the eyes of dying day â— storme doth alwayes follow fairest weather 〈◊〉 never saw Proud Cynthia's aray â—imselfe in glory for a Month together But sometimes mourne weepe in his Southern weeds And glister sometimes in his Easterne beades 15 â—s constant is a Kingdom 's fading state â—ow Peace doth shine on it from open Spheare â—nd then a Counter-warre doth change his fate â—rawing on it a gloomy cloud of Feare Fortune's Queene regent of all things below And Kingdoms like the Moon do ebb flow 16 â—once Eliza shine so bright that she â—n Earth is like the Sunne in his owne spheare â—arting forth Glory from her Majesty â—nough to make the lesser Princes bleere The world will gather clouds to blind her too Least earth in glory should the heav'n outgrow 17 Envy which can't endure aequality Ne're lookes at parallels she aimeth higher An Eagle scornes to make her game a flye Let th' bramble take acquaintance with the bry 'T is the tall Ivie that growes above the rest Is shaken with the wind and most opprest 18 Mallice still layes her seige against that tower Where vertue keepes the doore honour the hoâ— One of them is not worth her mustred power A Cat doth scorne to play with a dead mouse 'T is cowardize to sticke one on the grouâ— Who falls to earth can be
festivalls right celebration 9 To strangle infant Majestie before The cradle suffers it to weare the crowne And dye it's mantle in a purple goare That it may never know a scarlet gowne Is but true doctrine at a Councellread And therefore must by them be practised 10 They 'l fire whole solemnities and burne â—he sacrificers to a sacrifice Thus make the Temple but a common urnâ— To hold a quier of Martyre Saints who dyâ— Before they dye seeing their destinie March towards them before it commeth nigh 11. To make of Church and people but one fire Surprizing them within that sacred wall Is nothing but to kindle their desire Warming their zeale least it should faltring fall Into a colder chilnesse and so spoyle The blaze of their good workes for want of oyâ— 12. They whet the knife of cruelty and cut The tongues from living men that they may try To tempt downe heaven from heaven it selfe â— The Gods unto a miracle if they Expect the prayses due to Deity Well warbled from a tun'd fidelity 13. They dig the infant from its living grave That fearelesse innocency which doth lye Prison'd i th' parent wombe untill it have Queene natures mandat for its liberty And then they dandle it on a pike till it Fall to its first and last sleepe at their feet 14. Have not you seene a fetter'd prisoner loose The burden of his shackled teathering And scape his uncouth dungeon-repose Only that he may be conveyd agin Into some closer goale where he shall lye Till death his yron cables doth untye 15. â— else till with the hands of justice knit â— faster twist made for his destiny â—eades him from th' prison to that place where it â—is soule and body must at once untie Iust thus the infant from its prison wombe Is freed to be imprison'd in a tombe 16. â—ut yet we 're hardly halfe the way put on â—de faster in the roade of cruelty â—u'l see perhaps a sucking babe anon â—hich smiling to the mothers lullaby Hangs on her melting breast and whilst it takes The hony flowing from those milkie lakes 17. â—me fist that 's brawnd with frequent cruelly â—ite spoyles the draught snatching it froÌ„ her breast â—nd to compleate determin'd villany â—reeth the Parent for to doe the rest Making her turne Medea rend and scatter The tender softnesse of that infant matter 18. â— yet oretake but Tiger Neroes traines â—ose ten that nursed persecution â—st with the blood that sprang froÌ„ Martyrs veines â—uâ— after gave it flesh to feede upon Till it out-liv'd foure ages and did turnâ— Three hundred yeares into an ash-heapt urne 19 Could I but speake his butcher-crueltye T would make my mouth spit blood at every word Blacker then incke and force my penne to dye Each line into a scarlet thred his sword Learnt murther from him whom it would not slâ— But first must trie her skill another way 20 When Nero knew not how to live or die For dye he would not though he knew the way His venome 's such that when he doth but try To slay himselfe he must another slay Then to his servant slay thy selfe sayd He That I may learne to kill my selfe by Thee 21 This Nero grandsire of grand-crueltie Begot that brat of persecution And seeming pious in impietie Left it to a succeeding guerdion Domitian Hadryan and Antonius verus Trajanus Maximinus and Severus 22. Those Brother-Emperors of Hydra-Rome Who rise like ten heads from that dragon-beast And out of their enflamed mouthes did foame A venom'd froath upon the Christian breast Hydra indeed No sooner once was dead But in the roome sprang up another head 23 Next flames out Decius who did commit A sacraligious rape on chastitie And in a ruder flame at once unknit The chaster zoanes of pure virginitie Commanding 40 vestalls for to turn True virgin-Martyrs in one common urn 24 What shall I speake of t' other viper-brood Galerius and Peternus which did leade The brat by both the hands till it withstood That stoutest Martyre champion who did bleed I' th' face of persecution Laurence he That taught the Gridiron to sing Poetrie 25 Next sprange Aurelian from that Tyrant race Who first did season his unnaturall hand For after murthers in that infant place Where his owne blood did run cutting the band That ty'd his sister unto him more neere Had but he priz'd her as his sister deare 26 But heaven fate Iudge aud censur'd saw that Hâ— â—n this first act had spent snch blood as might Have fed ten persecutions and be â—ull tyranny Heaven therefore stops him quite And will not suffer him to quench his thirst That made himself quite drunk with blood at first 27. Iove summons up his Cyclops and commands The thunder to proclaime an open way Breaking in sunder the clouds faster bands That th' lightning may her brighter face display Thus frightned with the flashings of that eye Which glanc'd on him He leaves his crueltie 28. Next raging as a whirlewind riseth he That swept before him like the wanton dust Whole Christendomes of Saints and made them be Like atom'd crummes under his foot-stoole thrust Stay not to aske his name Reader goe on You 'l finde him nothing but Ambition 29. T was He that crouded for the Imperiall throne Soaring on Eagles wings Ambition gave him Till he at length reacht it to rule alone By doing that his concubine would have him Druas commands A wild boare must be slaine He thrusts at Aper and begins to reigne 30. 'T was He that dawbd Ambition ore with pride Being once an Emperour he must be God Hee s Phoebus brother brother to his Bride Hee 'l sway both earth and Heavens imperiall rod. Whenonce Ambition doth begin to fly Like Icarus 't will either mount or dye 31. â—d now He poasteth out a swift decree â—led with waxe that cannot melt away â—t hee 'l be worshipped for dietie â—people kisse his feet those stumps of clay And take him for a God he 'l be no man â—iddle his name 't was Dioclesian 32. â— who but Dioclesian could doe that â—h Pride commanded with a prouder hand â—low a furnace up that might outdate 〈◊〉 yeares and hotter then Ten could command â—efore him with their bloodyest decrees â—e was the bottom and so gave the lees 33. 〈◊〉 Rome looke backe and blush upon the guilt â—ose that markt thee on thâ— forhead so 〈◊〉 cruelty they suckt t was thy breasts spilt 〈◊〉 then they spend it on their forreigne foe â—hese these were thy Decemviri that made â—n persecutions a ten-age trade 34. â—act the quintessence of villanie â—sie the horridst deeds that ere were don 〈◊〉 to the depth of Phlegeton and see â—t cruelties the furies thinke upon All is but sucking malice to that they â—oe execute on those on whom they prey 35 Cruelty's turnd an Art 't hath gott to be Among the liberall sciences most fitt For him that would be rich in pollicie He 's the best Scholler that
â—om hir whence thou this Viper-nature got â—hy step-nurse Rome I meane that purple whore â—hose breasts milkt venome from a putrid soare â—t see Rome nurst Thee therefore thou wilt be â— hir brought up unto this villany â—me once a Nero had to kill a mother â—ast Rome should want one now thou prov'st another â—d hath not she hir Jesuits that thou â—ust prove a Mid-wife to hir treason now â—hat would you have the whore when all is done â—y at our doore hir new borne bastard sonne â—ant grosse excrement know thus much that â—ngland doth scorne to Father such a brat Vpon the same Vp night-owle and breake o'pe thy sealed eyes Venter to looke upon the mantled skyes Sol hath remov'd his court the glorious day And all his followers have packt away Night is full mounted in her seate of jet And lies wrapt in her cloudy cabanet Feare not Apollo's gone his prying eye Can neither see nor blab thy villanie Envie hath gone her time and doth begin To be in travell with her full-growne sin Vp then and see that all things ready be 'T is thou must hasten her delivery Pluto hath sent his Pursivant away To summon thy appeareance make no stay Goe take thy charge that thou maist licenc't be And show a pattent for thy viilany Fetch thy darke-lanthorne that true Gyges ring Which thou unseene makes Thee see ev'ry thin Take that turn'd-Hypocrite whose outward sho Is night but inward like the day doth glow Foule as a mist without all fayre within Vice would seeme vice sometimes to cloake a siâ— Thy darke companion will still be true And by denying light will lighten you Then downe with hast to that infernall cell Where fur ous envy and hid treason dwell â—ell them Hell's suffrage hath elected you â—roome of that chamber where death lyes below â—nd you must call it up as soone as day â—e christned as the Sunne whips night away â—ooke then unto your charge and see that he â—eepe not beyond his time but stirring be â—se all his breakefast may be spoyl'd and He â—ill misse his morning's draft of Majestie â—or you proud factors for the Netherlands â—gent for hell must suffer Morpheus bands â— tye your eye-lids up what if the birth â—iscarry e're the night expires her breath â— stead of being Sainted you shall be â—rol'd for purgatory and there made free Then girt thy selfe for Rome and charge thine eyes â—at they like watchfull Argus keepe the prize â— thou an Heirogliphick to the hare â—eepe waking with thine eyes unclos'd and bare â—d when the day begins to ope her eyes â—ke Nilus with the rising Sunne arise â—hat though thou saile through the Aegaean sea â—st up and downe with fear's perplexity â—inke every one thou seest is come to bring â—ee tydings of a kingdome to a King â—ou seek'st a throne who would not think it â— swim-unto it through a sea of blood â—ut heaven looks on Love is comming down good â—s milkie pavement with a furrow'd frowne Iustice sits in his eye and yet 't is blinde It sees but sees not smiles that it should finde Such secreasie in Treason vengeance lyes Wrapt in the wrinckles round about his eyes Next down the Regent walke Astraea came Following high Iove to Iudge the world againe Iustice tooke wing before and left the earth But seeing crueltie recover breath And grow to such a Gyant-stature shee Returnes bedeckt with greater Majestie The Cyclops arm'd with thunder round about Attends them both to drive those Traitors out Then tremble treachery treason unmaske Thy muffl'd face make bare thy knees and askâ— A pardon of the Gods hold up thy hand Guilt doth indite Thee and for guilty stand Iustice is come to visite once againe Tenders hir hand to kisse if you 'l reclaime Or else by that impartiall soule that guides Hir hand the sword your soule and clay divides No no Grand Enginere of crueltie Ne're startle at the newes what 's this to thee Thou hast an Heliotrophian-stone which will Put out the eyes of Iustice blinde hir still Send for Don Pluto's sheild that thou maist see Approaching justice and she not see Thee Stare in the face of vengeance and outdate Those executioners that comes to skare Thee from thy charge Laugh at their thunder-pealâ— And let them heare the Eccho oft from hell â—hy thou' rt prepar'd for this can this be newse â—hen thou such prodigies thy selfe dost use â—rden thy cruell heart untill it grow â—nd like a Sea-calfe to withstand the blow â—hotter vengeance crowne thy head with bayes â— scare the Cyclops from thy hidden wayes â—ll scarse doe with thine owne plot begin â—w them from earth up into heaven agin â—ou know'st thy charg what Rome expects from Thee â—w she hath cram'd thee for this crueltie â—rite after hir and when the coppy's writt â—t all that reade see thou' rt hir counterfeit â—like hir but more cruell in thy wit â—rite by the coppie but still better it â—mulus suck'd a wolfe and was as shee â—ou suckst of Rome then thou like Rome must bee â—hat Romulus did suck to Rome he gave â—hat Rome from Romulus that thou must have â—tvie them all Rome Romulus and Hir â—at nurst thy cruell grand progenitor IX Natalis expectata celebratio Vpon the match of hunting appointed oâ— the birth day where they intended to surprize th Lady Elizabeth but in the meane time they themselves were surpriz'd Actaeon's gone to hunt the day we see Appointed is and where the game shall be Actaeon as he hunted glanc'd a side And there Diana in a thicket spy'd Diana No it was a fairer she Her Nymphs it may be might Diana's be And yet me thinkes Diana it should be Rather Diana's true Divinity For as Actaeon spies that beauty there Actaeon's turn'd Actaeon like a Deere He that came forth to hunt is hunted straight They lye in waite for him that lay in waite The yelping Ecchoes of the hound's are done The Hue and Cry after the Hunter's gone I see that Poets now can prophesie And in a parable tell what shall be I see that fables are not alwaies lyes Time often doth a fable moralize X Abortivum Monstrum Vpon the miscarrying of the birth Oft have I knowne a child prove Parracide Dividing soule and clay as 't did divide â—e Parent 's gasping wombe through which her soule â—ent with the body of the child for tole â— pay the infant's passage and repreive it â—om th' falling prison if not quite releive it â—mtimes a child the Parent 's name doth smother â—lling the mother 'fore it had a mother â—t have I heard a woman travail'd so â—at in the sigh her sonle did come and goe â—ange travell when her soule is faine to take â— farre a journey for her infants sake â—hen thus the Parent mother must begin â— leave the world to bring her infant in â—ust dye to teach hir child how first to live â—d being dead in it learne to
revive â— if Pythagoras had taught her soule â—s transmigration And it knew no Pole â—o Paradise but presently did passe â—d in the infant clay informant was â—hat did you never see a wombe deny â—e burthen but unload it presently â—me proves it selfe an Hierogliphick well â— speake what I have spoke and yet shall spell â—e truth once over to you more if yet â—our cloak't-capaciti's are hid from it â—deede their fruitfull shee-Pope tarry'd not â—t brought forth soone as if she had forgot â—ce to bespeake a midwife or else thought â— brew as well as she had bak't for nought And yet see how shee 's brought to bed in State How many thousands hir congratulate Being at hir labour met I wonder she Was brought to bed alone in companie But now ther 's no such matter Rome would faine Once travaile with a second birth againe And see the Pope grows big indeede How now What hath not Rome had breeding Popes enough How did your Card'nalls misse the chayre that they Have let another she-Pope slip away Oh 't is no matter they 'l take care that she Be not deliver'd now too openly The heav'n no more shall prove a Canopie The Market place no more a chamber be When this shall be deliver'd Rome will bye A privie-chamber for this secrecie Had not Pope Ione bin brought to bed so patt She would have found a vault too for hir Bratt But see the birth day 's come Conduct your whoâ— Vnto hir privie-chamber where ther 's store Of Pluto's Pothecarie drugs that be Provided for her safe delivirie What Is she yet in labour hath she got Hir Predicessors faculty or not Had she an harder travaile then your Ione What hath God sent hir tro what two or one I feare she was so overbig that shee With Bratt miscarri'd in deliverie â—hat was the matter Rome did not 〈◊〉 â—oe full the time she reckon'd on before â—as this hir first conceived bratt that shee â—efore hir time met hir deliverie â—hat Is the child still borne T is so I see â—he birth 's abortive though the mother be Thus have I seene an hasty apple drop â—bortive from the tree before the crop â—ut then 't was rotten blasted withered â—lthough the mother-tree was no way dead â—he still-borne batt hath thus miscarried â—was not deliver'd though delivered The womb that casts before the time doth still Threaten the Infant if not alwaies kill â—her's now the Infant which new borne had slaine â—t once both England her soverainge â—hich had spitt living coales as he begann â—o live and dy'd as they had dyed than â—hat meanes November's fift day and the store â—rovided for the birth so long before â—he purple whore this day expected shee â—ould have beene blest with her deliverie â—his day once come the birth was nigh indeed â—t th' Bratt was still borne we delivered The child which dyes before it lives doth still Threaten the Mother Parent if not kill XI Parturientis periculum Vpon the whores downefall in Blackfryeâ— on their fift day of November What makes us then sigh prayers for Babel's fall As if that Babylon ne're fell at all Wher 's Rome's Armado Spaine so stood upon No Navie but a wand'ring Babylon Is not that fallen True how could it stand It was a Babel but 't was built o' th' sand The wind 's they whisl'd to the wav's a charge The wav's brake out and roaring speake at large Their message to the Sands the sands obey After the cap'ring waves they dance away When th' wind thus blew when thus the water coâ— There Babel built upon the sands prov'd lame What makes us then sigh prayers for Babels faâ—â— As if that Babylon ne're fell at all But on what meanes November's Holy-day Her fift dayes chiefest royalty which may Be calculated with the reddest letter To speake their bloody Stratagem the better Rome then began to build a Babel too She dig'd for a foundation so low And then had thought to plucke downe Out of her ruines to repaire their owne But as they built they were surpriz'd that they Thâ— Were faine to leave their Babel halfe the way Thus not to rise is nothing but to fall who 'l say that Babylon ne're fell at all But once more reade and then perhaps you 'l see Babel a third time fall a third degree Water did once o'retop Rom's Babel's so That though 't were Babel it did Rome o're throw Babell first fell by water next by fire Not that it burnt but that it slack't it's ire Fire and water though they disagree Become now sister Elements we see And joyne their forces to enact heav'ns will Th' one by fighting th' other standing still What fire and water doth that earth will doe For earth did swallow falling Babell too November twice saw Babel fall on day This makes her fift day twice an holy day And Eighty Eight told Babell by her fall That that was then her Climacteticall And yet is Babell still where doth she stand She fell by water and she fell by land Thrice Babylon we see hath got a fall But oh that she were fallen once for all Babel's so high it is no wonder she Is so long falling to her last degree 〈…〉 t is well that she three stories fell 〈◊〉 but the fourth 't will bring her downe to hell Me thinkes I see those knotted rafters there Like carv'd-out Atlases which well might beare A burthen greater then the Spheares could lend An Aetna if it once began to bend Enough to keepe up mountaines and support From nodding even Babel's stoutest fort And yet when Babel's Bratt loaded with sinne Comes on the Stage to act her part therein It makes the oake to yeeld the Cedar bend And roots up the foundation from their end That which before did make the prouder walls Sprout up to heav'n tript up by heav'n it falls Downe levell with the earth and that which knew No crookednes bends like a twig of ewe Sin makes the creatures groane bowing downe Lye in the dust for that man won't bemoane Fye purblind Rome what-made your bald-pate crew Outface the face of heav'n in such an hew Did heav'n your fift days treachery betray That you might turne it to an Holy-day Went on your plot so well that you must call A day a part for a set Festivall What ignorance hath brawn'd your fottish soules That when the arme of strength stretcht out controules With a proclaim'd defiance what you did Poynting out that from heav'n which lay so hid â—ou nod at the finger in a triumph straight And shout the conquest being lead captivate What made you sound the Trumpet so and call Such a rifie-raffle to your Stygian hall Was it that you might beltch out a defie In open Court upon the Gods ' cause they Opening the casements of the spangl'd spheare Lookt downe from heaven and so discov'rd there That mantled project which you thought to keep From them no no The gods are not
in their armour move Fighting for her and will they now forbeare No no the Dove shall fly with carelesse wing And never feare the Coâ—hawkes to wreing 45 Then Poast from heav'n Iov's cheifest Herald came Mounted on Plumes pluckt from a Cherubin His coate was azure spangled with the traine Of Vesper's glittering-crue which late was seene About Orion for he snatcht it thence As he came downe from Lov 's high excellence 46 Passing through Heav'ns rich wardrobe in his flight Where starres enamel'd round with blew appeare He tooke a longer robe more bright then light But as he past the purer fierie Spheare Dipt in the Element his robe did seeme Like flaming Phabus yellow Saphton beame 47 As he came downeward in his journey lower He overtooke the gloomy hoast that shrouds Heav'ns face in darkenesse Phaebus sent before His beames to mixe a Rainebow in those clouds That he might take it for a scarfe and tye About his arme in signe of Victorie 48 Next as he cut the lower Region His wings struck Musick in the airy Spheare â—hen all the feather'd Queristers began â—nd strove to raise a consort with him there Thus plaid heav'ns herald w th their musiek down Directing him the way to Albion's Crowne 49 Arriv'd at length with loyall feet he goes Faith and good â—speede are wings for Mercury Vnto Eliza's Court there to disclose His whole Ambassage from Iov's Majestie Eliza dranke the newes appoynts a day To heare what Iav's Ambassadour shall say 50 And now her busie soule is full possest Wrapt in the deepest robes of richest glory Shee ' dornes her selfe against Iove prooves a gues That with a reall acted fuller story Of brighter Majestie she might receive Old Atlas Nephew and more luster give 51 Thus have I seene the lovely Nymphs trip 'ore The Mountaines from Pactolus sand Laden with all the treasure they there store All following Hymen at his first command Then round about the lovely bride they gâ— To crowne hor with a wedding Coronet 52 One doth unfold her richer lap a shop Where Corall Christall Amber Rubye shine Another takes them from her Indy-lap And doth them into cunning bracelets Coine Placing them with such art to such a twist That evry one lends glory to the rest 53 One curles her tresses with rich Diadems Another sends a pendent to her eares Hir neck one bindeth with a lace of Gemmes A fourth to deck her robes the glittering Spheares But on Diana's carefull breast there be An Onyx friend to purer Chastity 54 Thus Amphetrite met her bride-groome going Deckt with those Diadems fond Neptune sent As tokens to her when He went a woing Thus girt with luster Goddesse Iuno went When first she came in all her wedding state With open lap high Iove to recreate 55 But brave Eliza's glory did not shine â—om her owne Spheare alone she round about â—as circled with a luster more divine â—hen that of Sols which doth the Starres put out Thus Cynthia have I seene Queene-Regent ride Whil'st all her court of stars shine by his side 56 â—â—e sister Graces were her virgin-maides â— honour clad with full variety â—ee did for them with chast Diana trade â—ho spunne a thread of flaxen purity Then wove it into roules more white then white And broyder'd them about with various light 〈…〉 89 Thinks earth I feare her troopes by land or sea Thinks Heav'n tho Cyclops battaile I doe feare My forces are as strong as both can be I care not for those claps that mock the ayre Iov's thunder will but drown our bellowing noiâ— His flashings will bnt light our dark'ned joyeâ— 90 You you are our beloved we repose Great confidence in Rome and with full joy Wee 'l lay our Scepters at your feeâ— depose And pawne our Kingdomes for you to annoy Those that disturbe your peace T is you defenâ— Our right and we will ours to you intend 91 Thus said Deare Empresse dearer to the Gods Then Rome to bell theire Legate sallyed forth And riding with the wind did get the ods He poasted on so fast to tell the worth Of his Ambassage to his Lord from hell And greet his Highnesse from th' infernall câ— 92 Gladnesse now plumps their veines their bones are fraugh With marrow 's fatnesse Bacchus runnes so free He with his staggering feet light Venus caugh The stews keept open house and patents flee With a new licence from the Pop's broad-sea To admit all to that she common-weale 93 Have you not heard how proud Darius steed With open neighings did his Lord proclame King regent just as if he meant indeed To show in his new kind of laughing straine How glad he was that day to celebrate Which chose him Iennet for his riders state 94 â—hen at the horses suffrage all the rest With shouting give their voyces to the King As if they would joyne triumph with the beast To guil'd the day with making up the thing One throwes into the aire his frolick cap That it may dally in her wanton lap 95 Another from his purse dilated wide As his free heart let 's flye a mint of gold â—hat the poore commons there may see him ride â—ull mounted on his horse in printed mold Whil'st every cottage brings it's fagget mite To eake the day with a lent bonfiers light 96 â—ust thus the Romane crew â—ere prickt up with the Message Hell return'd after their eares â—rom their God Pluto's darker-clouded spheares â—ith joy begun to rage with envy burn'd Their hearts runne o're their hogs head found a vent â—ith brimfil'd hearts and full cups not content 97 Now their exchange is tost with no discourse Bur who shall be installed Monarch here Who Prince of Wales and who in royall courâ— Shall orderly succeed each royall Peere What Iesuite or Bellarmine shall be In Canterburies Arch-ship or Yorke See 98 With what a couching plott and hidden bate They'd catch the Realme nay England is their ownâ— To their Infernall King it 's confiscate They'd only come to take possession Not â—or to fight or conquer and they 'l bring Nothing but Peter's Keys to make them King 99 But is Iove deafe because he hath no care Or blind because no eye to see withall The waking eye to which all things appeare The open eare in which each thing doth fall Saw what he heard and heard what he did sâ— The eye and eare in God's his Diery 100 Seeing what envy had conceiv'd in Rome Hearing what treason whispered in the dark The God into their councels-chamber come Zealous to fence this swimming Iland barke Opening the booke of life they cast up thâ— Eliza's vertues Chronocl'd in heaven 101 â—nd thus Conclude what shall Eliza be â—o loyall to the Gods so true to men â—aith's sheild in making Faith her sheild shall we â—rowne her to stand and fight for truth and then Suffer Rebellion from our common foes To Snatch both Crowne from her and truth depose 102 â—o no Eliza is to us more deare
denne In scorching Libya could never make So hot a Solstice burne as this had then Wept or'e the flame they had not quenched this Had with their running sives the Belâ—ides 251 A fruitfull age barren in all but some Fruitsull in sending forth a forward spring Of ripe impiety What gulfe within The deepe Abysse of Tartarus can bring Bring forth such monsters with a direfull hand Against anointed holinesse to band 252 Nor cholerick Seytha nor yet Concanus He that was pampred up with horses blood Nor he of Dacia servile Davns-Dacus Such Tyrant Mysteries e're understood Nay the Sicambri that red pated-race Poison'd with slaughters at this vale their face 253 The affrighted aire with cold amazement shooke Fearing the thumping blows it should receive The starrs doe quench their flames i th' misty brooke Of Acharon as if they would bereave The Snblunary orbe of all it 's light Loathing so black a deed so strang a sight 251 Phoebe began her palsie head to shroud And seared at the sight pluckt in her horns Apollo's steeds did start into a cloud And each with strange reluctancy suborns The guider that he would let loose the raine That they might draw the day quite back again 252 Phoebus invests himselfe in sable black Mourning to think upon so foule a birth The Axle-tree of heaven begins to crack Fearing some new forg'ed thunder-bolts from earth The heaven's begin to weep with their teares Would make a deluge for to drowne their fears 253 The unwreath'd snakes of the Eumenides Stood bolt upright upon the Fury's heads The hundred-headed beast at th' news of this Hangs down his eares his taile like twinig reeds He twists betwixt his leggs runns howling out The Ghosts in strange disorder range about 254 The heaven stands still the Earth seems now to round In her diurnall circuit the whole frame Of nature seem'd unpin'd disorder found Her order now came in and tooke the same The world amaz'd thought Iove had suffred Or that the world now at an end had been then 255 The sands of Bosphorus begun to groane They heard of it and murmure of the newes The Libyck Syrtes faine their heads would drowne In Affrick sea but Neptune doth refuse The Arminian waves doe roare and carry thus The news to Taurus and to Caucasus 256 The Hyperborean mountaines which retaine An equall portion of the day and night Halfe yeare in day and halfe in night remaine Scar'd from their course keep a continuall night The Oakes on Gargon on their tops look farre As if for madnesse they had toare their haire 257 The aged Alpes dissolve their frozen snow Filling up Rhodanus with their melting teares And Rhodanus doth her rising bancks o'reslow Blabbing to France and Italy our feares Acturus will goe downe Aericthon rise That they may leave tempestuous seas and skyes 258 And yet and yet that hell-hatcht crew controles Both heaven and earth goe equall with the stars With proudest heads confront the highest poles Promise to warm with flames heav'ns coldest cars Heark hearken Hell applauds us then they cry And so applaud themselves in villany 259. And now the day 's their owne that glad-sad daâ— That deare that raising that foule-faire weather Which must both raise a tombe and Trophy lay For England and yet not for England neither Britain 's sad Epitaph hangs o're her hearre And Romes false Iubile is turn'd in verse 260 And now some pen that 's Iesuiticall Must forme a letter of equivocations Indited by a head politicall To keepe the truth in mentall reservations 'T is sent unto some cull'd Nobility Goe one and riddle me the mysterie 261 My Lord that Catholike affinity Which knitts relation betwixt me and those Which are so nigh to you makes me untye What sacrament to you which should keepe close The dearest secreat of my breast but see How neare I prize your safe securitie 262 Then as you love that soule which is espous'd In such a fellowship so neare your breast Let it not be divorâ—t you are expos'd Vnto a common danger with the rest Take up some forg'd excuse ontrust which may Sue at your absence on the Senate day 963 The God's decree is past and man consent Both have conspir'd and seal'd their minds that they Will muster up revenge to punishments This yron rusted age shall battered be A blow with sudden terror there shall be And yet the hurt who hurts them shall not see 264 No motions these commotions shall betray Vshering the sequell with a prologâ—e in No trumpe shall sound initialls to the fray To tell the foeman when he shall begin A thunder-clap shall fall with such a blow The left hand here shall not the right hand 265 Nor slight you now this warning peice you may know Escape the ruine horrours o're your head With-draw your selfe take wing and fly away Or else your life 's already buried You may outlive the Fates know 't is no more But burne the letter and the danger 's or'e 266 Heaven warn's you be sore-arm'd I hope that she That guided hath the hand and penne to write Will ope'you eyes to reade the mysterie He that doth read and understands not it Is ready to neglect neglect will make An Index to 't let care keepe what you take 267 The Aenigma's tyed in a Gordian knot The letter writ and sent but who can spell The meaning drawne in Ony'on juce that 's not Reveal d at all unlesse the fire tell Burne but the letter then perchance you 'l see And yet that burnt tell me the mystery 268 Who with the nimble strength of Daedall wit Can loose these tangled lines what Lynceus eye Can sift the bottom of so darke a pit And there those hidden mineralls descry Who can this Labyrinth finde out and trace That Minotoure in this Meander maze 269 None but that eye that sees without an eye None but that sun that shines in midnight darke Could either see or reade this mysterie Or quench this fire in it's ember spark None but that Oracle which never spake By Oracles could this transparent make 270 God speakes by men the Devill speakes but by His wodden carkasses God speakes the truth The Lyer teacheth stockes and stones to lye And yet a miracle doth breath from both The Devil's raines hangs loose sometimes but so That there 's a curb commands him too fro 271 Let hell begin to open wide his jawes Thinking to swallow heaven with yawning throâ— Hell shall prepare his stomack but for those Of his owne Tribe that beare her branded note A pit is often digg'd for other men But he that diggs shall sometimes first fall in 272 If Diomedes traynes his horses up With living men in stead of fodder food An Hercules shall rise and fill the cup To drench an horse with Diomedâ—s blood Peryllus may prepare a Bull but he Shall first in his owne Bull tormented be 273 Let hell send forth her paler Pegasus That treason may ride poast