Through vrgent passions shifteth from her clawes Then straight a Lion comes with wide-stretch'd iawes To lacerate his flesh imbrude with gore Which strikes a deeper terror then before Yet by good hap pleuents the Lions rage And then with ioy holds on his pilgrimage But drawing neare to his abiding place Fore-deeming not the Fates pursude in chace When least he thought of such a timelesse smart A Serpents sting doth wound him to the hart So when thou thinkst to sleepe in safest rest Then art thou by Gods iudgements most supprest His sword can wound both woman child and man From North to South from Bersheba to Dan T' is like a Shadow which a man eschues Swifter he runs the faster it pursues Thou great Soldado earths Magnifico That conquers ioy by Lazarello's wo Heaping vp gold by each deceiptfull way Resoluing still that thou shalt liue for ay At first thou sprangst from a small wombe of Sin At last a litle graue shall close thee in Thou griping foole the Pestilence this night Can wound thy corps and burne thy hearts delight When king Lisymachus through Fortunes hate By thirst proiected to the Scythians state And captiuated with his kingdomes all O heau'ns quoth he how dreadfull is my fall To yeeld great Prouinces and regall seate For liquide drops to quench my thirstie heate So when thou rifest from eternall sleepe And viewes Heau'ns glorie from the cole-blacke Deep Then wilt thou crie O wretched creature I To lose such ioyes for carnall Vanitie For momentanie Pleasures which decay To misse heau'ns Grace so permanent for ay! Then looke to Heau'n whilst thou on Earth dost dwel And not with Diues when thou liest in Hell Too late alas to wish heau'ns glorious Light When thou art wrapt in blacke eternall Night When Time turnes off his partie-coloured cote Thy soule in hell must howle a mournfull note Thou Vsurer which Penurie dost racke And surfets in thy needfull neighbours lacke Thy Debters watch with care while thou dost sleepe Thy State sings Requiem while their Senses weepe In nightly lucubrations spend their houres To puffe thy Spunge which all the drops deuoures Distilling from their browes with burd'nous griefe Not able scarce to minister reliefe Vnto their children deare and familie Because thou suckest with the sluggish Bee That Mel which they in harbring hiues wold keepe Clothing thy back with wooll from their poore sheep What 's this but euen to kill and trucidate And all man-slaughtrers God and Angels hate Thy state is match'd with Lillies in the field Which flourish now and straight to withring yeeld Though thou in terrene Shadowes didst excell Yet shall not Gold redeeme thy soule from hell Then let this Sentence in thy sense remaine The sweetest Pleasures tast the sowrest Paine Quodque tibi nolles aliis fecisse caueto Quodque tibi velles aliis praestare studeto Thou rauening Vultur gormandizing Kite Thou greedie Wolfe which builds thy chiefe Delight On drosse and drinkes the bloud of Periurie Feeding vpon the flesh of Crueltie Whose deep-delv'd throat of Gain deuours more food Then do the Amazons or Styrian brood Thy dropsie-Conscience sweld with moist Desire The more it drinkes the more doth still require Hunger torments thee midst aboundant store Thou staru'st in Wealth in Riches still art poore Like Tantalus which in the Stygian lies And sinkes in water yet for moisture dies Like drudging Indians which dig with paine The golden Mines yet others reape the gaine Or Pharaohs Kine who gormandiz'd vp cleane The fat-fed Beasts yet still themselues were leane The Day thou spendest in turmoiling paine Selling thy soule for temporarie gaine In deepe of Night thy mind extrauagates And wanders through the perillous gulfes and streits Of Ne're-enough when good men take their rest Thy restlesse Thoughts are tost with cares possest Still pining Pietie so leane in thee As is the big-bon'd bare Anatomie Thou plantest thornes in thy soules barren field Which nought but griefes and molestations yeeld Whereby not onely Equitie is choked And Vertue extirpated and reuoked But also stinging pricks spring sharpe and small That thou thy selfe art wounded therewithall Yet thou perceiu'st not All goes well with thee So thou canst please thy hearts Rapacitie Which is insatiat as Fire and Flood The last drinkes Raine the first deuours the Wood Or big-bon'd Behemoth with vigour fraught Who thought t'exhale deepe Iordan at a draught Thus dost thou sing amidst thy weeping woes As moiles who feed with burdens and with blowes What else remaines thy senses neuer see Profoundly cast into a Lethargie Of deepe-Desire till Death appeares in sight Rowzing from sleepe thy solide-slumbring sprite O then how fearefull will it seeme to thee To be secluded from earths Vanitie Thy death will be farre terribler then hell Because in life true Life thou didst dispell Most griping griefes and dolors shalt thou find To lose Earths Idol which thou leau'ft behind And when the Sun-set of thy youth drawes neare And occidentall Age begins t' appeare Those ill-got goods which Auarice did intend To be preseru'd lewd Luxurie shall spend That wealth whereon thy mouth did neuer tast Vnthriftie Ganeo shall consume and wast Thus doth thy sin incurre a double sin Wherto thy soule fore heau'ns great Bar brought in Shall answer as a thirstie Murtherer A swallowing Gulfe a deepe Extortioner Not all that wealth which thou hast falsly won Can baile thy soule from fierie Phlegeton But will condemne thee in that dreadfull Day And glutinate thy Soule with Hell for ay O damned wretch then fearefull is thy state These words pronounc'd Repentance haps too late Abi thou cursed to eternall fire Imbrace the flames of due-deserued hire Then know though ne're so sweet Earths Syrens sing An vpright Conscience is a sacred Thing As wormes cannot corrode the Laryx tree Which neuer rots nor scarce can burned be So neither Hell nor Horror Worme nor Sting Can fret thy Conscience guarded strong within Thou that in Sicknesse wi lt thy sins deplore That neuer did imbrace good Thought before Orat the obiect of a blazing Starre Fore-dooming that some Iudgement is not farre Wilt then to mournfull deprecations rise But being banish'd from thy restlesse eyes And nine dayes past thou hast recourse amaine With dogs and swine vnto thy filth againe But if thou wilt redeeme thy soule from hell Weepe for thy sins and mourne whilst thou art well When Death hath stung there is no time to pray But line in Death or die in Life for ay Thou that surmounts in pompous dignitie In Pleasure Beautie Wealth and Brauerie In Luxurie thy precious Time dost spend Remember that these Shadowes must haue end And that from whence thou reapedst chiefe delight With loathsomnesse shall worke thee worst despite Like to Tarpeia's bracelets bright of gold For whom with Guile the Romaines castell sold Vnto the Sabines won by trecherous Fate But yet these bracelets brought her generall hate Wherewith at last her selfe was prest to death
tranquile Calme to surging seas of Cares From silent Mansion to a masse of Snares But rather wish in darke Obliuion cast Without a Being then on Earth be plac'd To gaze vpon the Suns bright Orient His Beames Meridian course and Occident The worlds delights would hold in spitefull scorne Intirely wishing he should ne're be borne This was obserued by the Drausians And as an Axiome high decretall stands That when a Babe from fruitfull wombe did rise Would mourne weepe and lament in wondrous wise For that they knew he was brought foorth to stand In this fraile Orbe as on the shiuering sand Readie to sinke into the depth of Feares Enuiron'd round with intricate Despaires But when one died then gladly they reioyce With rauishing Musicks-simphonizing voice In this respect they held him then set free From out the vale of cankred Miserie Thus Man by Nature is conceiu'd in wo From generatiue Seed continues so Still turn'd about with Times soft motion Disturbed-wise as Sysiphus rolles his stone Or boyling Eurypus which hurles along With neuer-ceassing Agitation Fast marching forward like a Souldier braue Yet step by step descends fast to his graue Till the last trauell of his mother Earth Shall purge him with regeneratiue Birth But in earths warre prepare heau'ns furniture That in thy death of life thou maist be sure As Nauigators first forgo the sight Of friends and next of cities faire and bright And finally lanch out from banke and shore With resolution ne're to see them more So Man 's depriued first of Infancie Next of his Youth and strong Virilitie In fine out-worne with his vnwealdie Age Loseth the sight of this Orbes spacious stage When hoarie Eld his stooping backe doth bend With concau'd eyes viewes then his rest and end Thus pedetentim Man exhales his breath If not preuented by immediate Death Euen as the Dials shade depos'd from Rest In one dayes space doth course from East to West By circumuersion slily passeth by Gradatim wise yet not discern'd with Eye So Man craules on twixt earth and heau'ns bright raies Towards the west and welking of his daies Yet knowes not when grim Death shall stop the race Of his lifes houres mouing with gentle pace As nothing is more sure then losse of Breath So nought's vnsurer then the kinds of Death Aeterna Lex hath sacredly described From whence th' euent of Life and Death 's deriued A generall vniformall path from Wombe But various by-waies to the graue and tombe As diuers ships lanch from one port and deepe Yet sundrie waies vpon the Surges sweepe Some bound for East to frost-bit Scythia Others for West to faire America Some subiect faile to Austers briefe controules Others range through breeme Boreas frozen poles So all atchieuc one entrance from their birth But various passage to their grandam Earth How many plunge to tristall timelesse fall As may appeare by proofes Authenticall By Murther Shipwracke Beasts Eluuion By Fire by Sword by Wars confusion By Famine Pestilence Earths Miserie By wondrous Accidents throwne downe from hie By Thundring Lightning Tempests that arise By desperate Sprites and damned Fallacies By Ioy by Penurie by Wealth by Wo Some apprehend vnnaturall ouerthrow By Nonnage Youth Old-age some strangely hie To the darke Mansion of Obscuritie Young Drusus Pompey Claudius lineall heire Amidst his sport was choaked with a Peare Eurypides was torne with dogs alone Anacreon stifled with a Raisins stone And Catulus pursuing timelesse death With stinking smoke did suffocate his breath When Marius souldiers swiftly did pursue Imbrac'd this death a better to eschue Valerius Carus Emp'rors great through might Perished by thunder and celestiall Light Plinie was burnt by wondrous fires that blaz'd From mount Vesuvius whereon still he gaz'd To comprehend the nature of that light Wherewith his dayes were consumated quite And hundreds mo which might in tragicke verse Be instanced too tedious to rehearse Thus various stands Times imminent turne of Men They know to die yet know not where nor when The heau'ns bright Eye knowes whē t' include his raies But Man knowes not the Vesper of his daies So whether thou incline to Good or Ill Or frame thy heart to Natures wilfull Will Or plant such trees which bring foorth bitter fruit In thy Soules soyle following with hote pursuit Earths soure-sweet Pleasures various in their tasts Yet still thy Lampe combusts thy lifes Oyle wasts Wheeling about with blasts of whirle-wind Time To Deaths darke den of dust and putride slime Admit thou reapst Youths flourishing verdant flours And ouer-runne the glasse of Nestors houres Yet at the last Lifes roote will withered be And stocke traduc'd to grosse Morositie The Sap once dried Life instantly is gone Euen as a Dreame or Apparition And as greene fruites by ripenesse fall from tree Or sparkes which of themselues extinguish'd be So Nature must thy fruitlesse branches send To the succincting Period of their end Then let this Dish be seru'd last at thy Feast Memento mori VIR incertus est He that his Soule to sinfulnesse doth bend Let him recount the Sorrowes of his End Whē heau'ns shril Trump shal rowze him frō his sleep And Goates sequestred from the harmlesse Sheepe Before the generall ludge shall he be brought To plead Peccaui for each triuiall Thought Like as his life shall be his Death and end VVhat Death abandons Iudgements apprehend VVhat Life and Death in Good or Ill defrayes The Iudge in iudgement to his Soule repayes Heau'ns work-men then their wages shall be paid VVhen slouthfull slugs in Dungèon shall be laid VVhere Fire shall burne yet not consume them quite Nor to their comfort yeeld them any Light There shall they die in life and liue to die Such Horrors waité on hels Eternitie O London meekely prostrate on thy knee Fore heau'ns great King with pure Sinceritie Reuolue his praise Creator of that Day VVherein the Organs of thy Senses play VVho hath preseru'd thee from Sedition From thirstie Sword and staru'd Occision Better it is a thousand times for Sin To fall into the hands of God then men For brunt of fierie Wars are mercilesse But God in mercie will thy woes redresse This caus'd the princely Prophet wars refuse By inspiration Pestilence did chuse Thou that art poisoned with this fierce disease And fierie torments furiously increase If all externall Remedies were gone Haue thou recourse to heau'ns Phisition Perfume the inward roomes of thy Desites With sauours sweet and holy-heated Fires Moisten thy couch with reares for thy offence To quench the flames of burning Pestilence Sing sadly foorth to Heau'n this sacred Dittie Thus stirre Iehoua to soules-sauing pitie If thou shouldst search the poysoned heart of man If thou in ludgement shouldst his indgements scan If thou shouldst view how vile his Nature is If thou shouldst notice take what 's done amisse Then would his name be written in the aire Then would Obliuion wrap him in Despaire Then would he ne're atchieue Heau'ns crowning Fame Then
within Now burnes the heart now frigerates the skin Extirpate Traitors ô heau'ns expell The craftie Counsels of Achitophell The soothing Humor of each Midius braine That by blandiloquence seekes his state to staine The damn'd stratagemes of Romish Fauorites And all Spanized bloud-sworne Iesuites Who long expected that a day would come Wherin with bloud they might work Albions doome Couering their face with vailes of Loyaltie Their poysoned hearts consort with Villanie To trucidate and murther Prince and Peere Whose bloud both God and man esteeme most deare These are Illusions sprung from Poperie These are the fruites of false Imagerie In Nomine Iesu yet their facts must rise O sleight Preludium to their Tragedies Their actions are exhaust from Puritie Yet practise nought but diuelish Trecherie Are these Deuotions nay Delusions Detractions and their owne Destructions Let no man dread Romes Hydra bearing sway For Albions Hercul's crops his heads away One Head entire doth on his shoulders stand Which will be broke by Iames owne royall hand For Phoebus hath deuis'd an heau'nly note To make Time laugh and turne his Sphinx-like cote But harke Muse harke me thinks some voice diuine Ecchoes the mountaines of the Muses nine Stay genious Muse thy ouer-tired teame Cease to discusse vpon so deepe a Theame Now take repose in Aganyppe's vale And marke the tenor of this sequele Tale. A Panygericall Idilion pronounced to the Citie of London before the entrance of her long-expected Comfort NOw London rise from dreadfull Dungeon Of darke disastrous deepe Destruction Wherein thou didst imbrace foule hood-winkt Night Prodigious horror indigence of light And Sense-appalling Feare with short-drawne breath Fast grip'd betwixt the chaps of rauenous Death Gainst whom Heaù'ns wódrous works opposed were Each Planet and incomprehended Sphare The restlesse Poles and high-remoted Starres Against thy Pride conspired direfull warres Apollo mask'd his face with beames of bloud While trembling Phoeb ' exanimated stood With ioyntagree thus adunited all To captiuate thee with perfidious thrall Erect thy bruised stormie-battred head Basely deiected like the high-sprung Reed Or grassie plaines where Ver bids flowers abound Whose stems are vrg'd to kisse the foule-fac'd ground When as the furious Fire with discontents Included close midst liquid Elements Alongst the sphaerie Frame doth range about With burning ire to find some passage out At last breakes through with roarings violent Like to a Lion in some dungeon pent And then dissolues that grosse-congealed matter To fierce tempestuous haile and flouds of water Then Aeolus ope's his vented anters deepe That curl'd-hair'd Boreas through the world may sweep Whose steele-strong breath doth penetrate the rockes Disturbes Damaetas and confounds his flockes Affrighting Nature with celestiall Thunder And stoutly strikes the Cedars tops asunder Whereat huge Aetna quakes proud billowes rise And Amphytrite's Towers confront the skies The sinewie Oake with feare fals flat to ground Earths Center trembleth at this terrible sound But when Latona's Heire transcends his Light From queene Aurora's christall Pallace bright Gazing about the World with chearefull Eye Intrailes the Earth with robes of Maiestie Intreates the vpright-towring Larke to sing The low-laid grasse to rise and plants to spring Instructing Man by course from East to West To rise with Labour and lie downe with Rest Then boasts queene Flora in her fragrant bed Who earst did droupe with tempests ruined So thou sith Heau'n respects thy mournfull mone From the high Solium of Ioues sacred Throne Spreading his glorious beames of quickning Grace Vpon thy wofull storm-beat withered face Sucke vigor from his nourishing feruent raies He yeelds thee life yeeld him immortall praise Sin as the Load-stone drew this Plague vpon thee And sins expulsion must expell it from thee Sin grounds the Cause Iudgment frames th' Effect T' asswage th' Efficient Sin thou must reiect Hadst thou not sin'd Heau'n had not cride Repent Where raignes no sin there needes no punishment Rig vp thy Barke split through with storms of woes Saile to the port where Pactolus ore-flowes Condenst from Tmolus mount in Lydia land Where golden grauell guilds the siluer sand Flourish in spite of interdicting Fate Reduce thine Honor to his auncient state Lachesis now who earst so swiftly spun May sit and rest her tedious taske is done For mightie Ioue th' Olympian king foreshowes The calculation of thy by-past woes To lie inundate midst pure founts of Loue Distilling from th' Ambrosian Springs aboue As flame-hair'd Phoebus melteth by degrees Drop after drop the weeping Ysicles And so traduc'd to Dissolution Are by the thirstie Earth absorb'd each one So as he manag'd Iudgement with Increase Doth mitigate it with a sweet Surcease Now bath amidst Macenas siluer streames To Europes eyes extend thy golden beames And as the Satyres skipping through each street Of auncient Rome with Orpheus musicke sweet Sounding Amphyons quickening simphonie Threatned the death of Marcus Antonie So let Euterpe on the aduerse part Plucke vp her sprite and euer-chearefull hart T'infuse thy streets with heau'nly iocond mirth And sacred solace for thy prosperous Birth Thy Ephori put on their scarlet Die To intertaine his royall Maiestie Who long'd to view thy face from him exil'd Euen as a father doth his long-lost child Produce thine Ornaments and ensignes faire Let shril-toung'd Trumpets penetrate the aire Let bels concord in Musickes simphonie Let Anes dimme the Meteors of the skie Iouissance diuine reeccho in each place Each creature cry God saue king IAMES his grace Eccho the tatling Daughter of the hill Shall iterate that Speech thrice-doubled still For Phoebus tunes a sweet celestiall note Whereat Time skips with Ioy in golden cote When worthie Pompey Lord of Africa Was chosen Chiefe to scoure the surging sea Of Pyrates brauing with ore-swaying might So high his Fame soar'd in the Romaines sight That all applauded him with shoutes and cries So pierc't the thin vast aire beneath the skies That certaine fowles amaz'd fell flat to ground Hearing such clam'rous noise and thundring sound So let the Steele of pure Affection Strike fire of Zeale and true Subiection Vpon thy Vulgars hearts inflam'd with loue Of due Alleigiance sparkling from aboue That so they may conforme their Loyaltie Consonant to Caesars Solidurij Who when they were enrol'd in martiall pay If chanc'd by brunt of fight to lose the day For griefe would kill themselues with their own hands So neare succincted with Affections bands Then shall thy wals inclose him plausibly As to his Throne he entred peaceably Thy Muses flow with Archimedes Skill That they thy streets with Rarities may fill For when young Cato that braue Romaine Peere With his wel-manned ships approched neare The Syracusan walles strong fortifide By Archimedes caution were descride They full resolu'd to raze them flat to ground By him such warlike Engines rare were found Which from the Tower thereof his Art downe sent Who turn'd their strong-built Barkes circumferent With bottomes vpward drawne from out the fount And cast