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
which for a Glaiue he weares See how he shifts to hide his Shame and Fears From Vardingale to Vardingale he flyes His braue Lieutenant least Hee him surprize Yet see at last to act one Manly thing Hee burns himselfe not to out-live a King See heer an Infant sucking of a Bitch Vnder a Hedge and in a shallow Ditch Who grown a Man heer musters in his Train â—oth bond and free the Soldier and the Swain â—ubdues the East and into Persia drawes The Medes proud Sceptre he giues them Lawes But who 's That marches so dis-figurd there â—efore an Army without Nose and Eare T is that good Servant who reduc't alone â—nder Darius Rebell Babylon While with these Showes sad IVDITH entertaind â—er Eyes but not her hart too-inly-paind In comes the Duke with right courteous cheere Kindely salutes her hands her hand and neere Causing her sit in a rich easie Chaire Himselfe at ease viewes re-viewes her Faire Then seeing him so nigh his wished Pleasure His hart 's a fire nor hath he longer leasure To stay for Venus till Star-crowned bright On their Horizon Shee bring back the Night The Widow knowing Time Place as yet For God's Decree and her Deseign vnfit Findes still Delayes and to delude his Loue Shee wylie still Speech vpon Speech doth moue My Lord pray tell me What so great Offence So grievously your Fury could incense What When Where Why How by Whom our Follâ— Could so the Wrath of such a Prince provoke So separate in Language Land and Law Who neuer Vs and Whom we neuer saw Vnciuil were He Sweet replyes the Prince Could ought deny to such an Excellence Then as the Heav'ns cannot Two Suns sustaine No more can Earth Two Kings at once contain Of equall Power and State for Soveraintie Brooks no Co-partner no Equalitie Witnes my Soverain who offended at The Power Pomp of mighty Arphaxat Who high aspire and farre to spred began And to the Clowds had built his Ecbatane Ninive's Shame and dread of Babylon Brauely endeuors to supplant His Throne Bereaue his Sceptre sack raze ruinate His goodly Cities and himselfe dis-State But Arphaxat as valorous as sage And both right worthy of his Crown Age Would rather venture Media's Royall Rings Then vaile to Anie So between Two Kings Two stout stirring Spirits whereof the one Could brook no Peer th' other Superior none â—egan a dreadfull and right deadly War â—asting alas too-long spreading too-far Arphaxat arms Those where the Flower of Greece â—etcht not the Locks of an old Golden Fleece â—ut massie Ingots which doe richly pave The happy Plains great Phasis Streams belave The Harmastans th' Albanians wont to mowe â—hree times a yeere where only once they sowe Whom Oxus boundeth with his swelling Tide Whom Anti-Taurus double Horns diuide Those on the Mountain whose high-lowely back Bow'd to the Vessell which preserv'd from wrack The Worlds Abridgement Those along the Shores Where proud Iaxartes rapid Current rores In short besides his Medes he had in Pay All neere the Pontike and the Caspian Sea So that already This great King-Commander Had Hopes as high as euer ALEXANDER My Prince resolv'd to conquer or to die Omits no point of Opportunitie For his Affaires Hee armeth Sittacene Levies the Archers of all Osrohene Those whose rich Plains hundred for one repay From Euphrates and Tigris march away Fish-fed Carmanians who with Seal-skin Iacks In sted of Iron arme their warlike Backs Gold-sanded Hytan's natiue Shores forgo You Parthians Cossians and Arabians too By your sage Magi's deep prophetike Charmes Sacredly counsail'd take you all to Armes And Thou Chaldéa turn'st to Swords Speares And Shields Thy Rules Squires Compasses Spheaâ— For of his Subiects spares he not a man That beare a Launce or Pike or Crosbow can Wiues Beldames Babes Gray-heads Sickly some Through all his Countries onely kept at home He also sends for Persians and Phoenicians For soft Egyptians Hebrews and Cilicians Quickly to come and kindly take his Part But Neuters They more Friends in face then hart Reiect his earnest Sute Himselfe neglect And vse his Legats but with small respect My Lord dissembles for a while This wrong Till hauing tryumpht of a Foe more strong Hee may with more ease and with danger lesse Their Sacrilege and surly Pride represse In Ragau's ample Plain one Morning met These Royall Armies of two Kings as great As ever Mars with steele and Furie arm'd â—ury and Pride so Either Souldier warm'd That hardly could they stay till Trumpets shrill â—enounce the Battaile giue leaue to kill â—ut with stern Looks brauing Threats afar â—t hand with Blowes they had begun to war â—xchanging wounds Two thousand Perduz first â—iue brauely th' Onset and not much disperst â—rom suddain whirle-wind of their nimble Slings â—o thick a storm of humming Pebbles sings So sad a Dirge of Deaths that they suppose That not one Troop but All had bin at Blowes To second Those then in good ordinance With waving Ensignes thousand Troops advance Both Armies ioyne Now fiercely fall they to 't Mede vpon Chaldé pressing foot to foot Incount'ring felly with a furious noise Of clashing Arms and Angry-braving Voice Lowder then Nile rushing from Rocky-Coomb Or then Encélade when he shakes his Toomb Heer lyes one head-lesse foot-lesse there alas Another craules among the gorie Grasse One's shoulder hangs another hangs his Bowels About his neck but new bound vp in towells This in the Face That in the Flank is hurt This as he dyes a Floud of Blood doth spurt That neither liues nor dyes but sees at once Both vpper Iove's and neather's diverse Thrones Because some little spirit too-stubborn-stout Still in the Body will not yet come out Yer-while the ground was yellow green blew Now onely coverd with a Crimsin hew While one doth heer another deadly thrill Another Him Another Him doth kill Still Rage increases still doth Fury spread Till all the Field be but a Heap of Dead One-while the Syrians by the Medes are chas'd Anon the Medes by Syrians are re-chas'd As one-while from the Sea vnto the Shore Surge after Surge Waue after Waue doth rore Another-while from Shore to Sea they ply Waue after Waue Surge after Surge to fly Or as we see the Flowery Ears in May When Zephyrus with gentle Puffs doth play Sway to and fro forward and backward bend Now stoop a little and now stand an end Both Kings the-while whose Force Fortitude Far past their Subiects so their Blades imbrewd â—n Bloud Slaughter that an open Glade Where-e're they came in either Camp they made â—o that nor Casks Cuirets nor Shields could saue â—rom mighty Stroaks their massie Weapons gaue Much like two Torrents which with headlong fall â—rom two opposed Hills downe-bearing all â—anks Bridges Trees Corn Cattell seem to vy Whether of either shall most damnifie â—specially the Medes King thundred so â—pon our Battailes that our Bravest tho Began
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
ALMES to Rocks Plants Creatures all that liâ— â—ducing Fire withall whose Force vnseen â—es frankly too his helpfull Heat between ALMES in our Bodies worketh all in all Eyes lend it Light the Hands most liberal â—orious ALMNERS being home to the Head â—needfull Store where-with the VVhole is fed â—e Feet supply it with their meet Support â— each each other as their Parts comport â—e Liuer Nurse of Naturall Faculties 〈◊〉 warms then feeds the Nerues Veins Arteries â—sing the Stomach as His Almes receiue â—e Heat which first his vertue doth conceiue â—e spongie Lungs with gentle Sighes inspire â—e vitall Aier our Little-Worlds require Heart quick and ready with Almes-vowed Vigor â—wes to it selfe against extreamest Rigor â—vtmost Refuge all our liueliest Heat â—uccour Nature when Death seems to threat 〈◊〉 Soule solely diuine Life 's motion brings â—all the Members of This Thing of Things â—ME'S Heir apparant to VVhom supreme Sage â—'ns Alm'ner gaue the Earth for heritage 〈◊〉 hauing free receiv'd so various Store â—hould be frank to th'Needy Naked Poore Be bountious ALMNERS said All Bounties Father Y' are not heer Owners but meer Stewards rather I haue ordain'd you to prouide and care For th' Orphane Poore that vnprouided are If narrow-hearted You shrink-in your hands From th' humble Begger that Your ALMES demandâ— I 'll make Your Goods like water leak away Your Lands a Stranger shall inherit aye Your Gold your God before you be aware Some barbarous Souldiers in your sight shall share Your stately houses stiled by your Names VVarres rage shall ruine or some sodain Flames VVhich I shall kindle in my iust displeasure Against yo r Selues yo r Seed yo r Trust yo r Treasâ— The Merciless with Me shall Mercy miss That Vice alone all Vertues Poyson is Abram Lot Ioseph Iob were ALMNERS all To Strangers kinde to Neighbours liberal By sacred record which renownes them more For this rare Vertue then All else of yore As if with GOD the Author of all Good Their chief perfection in this Function stood Sole Soule of Vertues second Life of all This various vast Orbe which the World we call Calling to record the Rein-searching Eye â—er I protest that in My Pouerty Though these deer Times daign Me so scant a Scope â—at hauing Nothing I can Nothing hope â—ext my Home-charge where Charity begins â—y deepest Sighes saue for my Debts and Sinnes â—se from Compassion and Desire to steed â—ers which Helps which yet my Self I need Succour Others to be like the Sun â—ending Light and Heat to Euery-one â—e to All in some sort necessarie â—or Vertues Meed and not as mercenary â—her to giue then take to lend then borrow Pound to-Night then but a Crowne to-Morrow â— th'Heau'nly Wisedome best it Selfe knowes Why â—h still th' Effect of This Affect deny â—rying Meanes and Matter to express â—ne inward Zeal to ALMES and Thankfulnes â—ch oft breakes-out without a Trompet blow'n â—giue GOD knowes more then I knowe mine Own â—e more my Grief the less my Thought of Merit Thirst of Praise though heer I thus auerr-it â—h'humble Proffer of so Poor a Mite â—bundant Rich to Bounty to incite Vain-glorious ALMNERS are effeminate Affecting Works but to be wondred-at Whose Vertue is meer Vanity indeed And heer receiues their momentary Meed The Meritorious such as ween them so Indebting GOD to Them for what they doe In sted of Heau'n where Humble Soules abide Shall purchase Hell the Portion of their Pride O! Thrice thrice Happy He whose free Desires To Charity a holy feruour fiers VVho only mindes GOD's glory by his Gift And Neighbor's Good without sinister Drift Famine familiar vnto Rogues that range Shall not come neer his Garner nor his Grange His Fields with Corn abundant Crop shall couer His Vines with Grapes his Hedge vvith Roses oâ— His Downs w th Sheep his Daery-grounds with Neâ— His Mounts with Kids his Moores with Oxen greâ— His Groues with Droues increasing night and day His Hills with Heards his smiling Meads with Haâ— His Fenns with Fowl his Pills and Pooles with Fâ— His Trees with Fruits with Plenty euery Dish Content and Health the best of Earthly bliss Shall euermore remaine with Him and His â—n Pride nor Enuy neuer shall molest â—r Corsiue Care Foe to Repast and Rest â— th'All-see Eye still carefully respects â—e ALMNER's House and euer it protects â— finally vvhen Iustice endeth All â—et Mercie 's Voice Him to Heauens Kingdom cal â—ut th' Vsurer how-euer heer he thriue Heards and Hoords already dead aliue â— Heat of Loue no Heart to giue a Mite â—ept to gain and gather double by 't â— in That Day to Him a Day of VVoe â—e Holy-One th' All-Knower will not knowe â—me and Confusion shall be-spred him ouer â—ishing the Holes to hide Hills to couer â—nal Fier shall fry his thirsty Veines â—ortal dying in eternal Pains Eyes so nice to look on Lazars Sore â— swim in Sulphury Teares tortur'd the more â—ee aboue in Blisse and Glory rife â—m Ruth-less heer they would not see in life Eares Heer deaf vnto distressed-ones â— there hear Horror of the Damned Grones â— shall the voice of Mercy Him salute â—o in Effect to Needy Mones was mute Millions of Masses cannot him redeem Nor all Church-Treasure euer ransom him From all-Thought-passing Pangs of Wretchednes As End-less Ease-less and Remedy-lesse ALMNES are so vsual in the Eastern parts Where Heav'n Earth Aier improue their Parts That euery Village there in Winters Need Is wont the Flocks of Wyldest Fowles to feed And break the Ice of purpose for their drink When crystall Crusts haue glas'd the Waters brink A Charity of Infidels to Fowles Shaming some Christians towards Christian Soules Rich Anatolia and her happy Coast Th'abbridged Glasse of all the World almost In her huge Cities rather Shieres wall'd-in These hundred yeers hath not a Beggar seen GOD's strict Edict they there obserue so well Forbidding Beggers in His ISRAEL Sith 't is misprision of the Law of Nature Nay impious Pride against our All Creator To suffer Man GOD's Image and our Owne VVhom we may succour to be ouer-thrown To stark for Cold to starue for Food to perish In Penury when we haue power to cherish 〈◊〉 in such Cases where we knowe we can â—ere not to Comfort is to Kill a Man Yet sole the Christian Each a Wolf to other â—dains to look on his Distressed Brother â—d heer in LONDON Coaching swiftly by â—stalking on with Self-suruaying Eye â—strutting out to vye his Purles or Lace â— stepping-in to see some painted Face Fire-new Fashion of a Sleeue or Slop â—o some Tauern or Tobacco Shop â— towards Burn Bull if not Turnbul Street â—to Black-Friers some white Nunnes to meet Doores on Dunghils vnder euery Stall â— pined sick poor naked Christians fall â—ut starue and dye for lack but of the Price â—he least Cross of his last Cast at Dice Of the Tythe but of his Shoo-tyes Cost Of the Spangles from his Garters lost
magnifie a King Nor dignifie the Sceptre in his hand So manie millions iustly to command As I who after this worlds Diadem Find them a-new in New Ierusalem That God himself-vouchsafes to watch Their state Becoms Their Counsaile Their Confederate Their Rock their Refuge from their Enemies And gets them daily glorious victories That without Mee no Vertue is compleat And that in That which maketh truly Great I passe the rest and all the best They can As farre as God in Greatnes passeth Man Eusebia heer concluding her discourse Dicea began her Title to enforce I haue said shee long lent you eare a-like Yet from your Reasons and your Rhetorike I gather nothing from the most of you But Vsurpations of Mine honors due While mine own Noursling from my side you steale Wherein with Iustice you scarce iustly deale For if of Vertues any worthy bee To raign as Kings eternall Companie And with more lustre their great Names do grace I I am Shee may iustly claime that Place As shee alone who by One duety doo Make happy Kings happy Subiects too Shee that of all the Graces from aboue Acquire them most their Peoples hate or loue Shee that the Stock of Traytors doth extinguish She that good Kings from Tyrants doth distinguish Shee that to Each due Recompence imparts According to their good or bad Desarts Shee without whom the rife-full strife-full sound Of Mine and Thine would all the World confound Not that I am so inly blunt or blind As not to value Valours valiant mind Or not to see What Benefits to Kings Sacred Eusebia and Phronésia brings But saue Eusebia whom I honour more Then all the Greatnes Worldlings most adore Not one of you produceth her effects So fortunate and free from all defects But oftentimes some euill them succeeds Which equalls oft their Good somtimes exceeds Much like some Herbs of doubtful fame and force Which cure one Griefe and cause perhaps a worse 'T's a glorious Work tryumphing worthily To win by force a famous Victory To flowre a field with dead to swim in blood To glasse ones Valor in a Crimsin flood â—ut what 's all This but a meer Massacre Of furious Lions not a humane War Vnless the Right of the bright Sword victorious Make the Cause iust the Effect as glorious And are not those so bloody Palmes the while Gathered in Countries ruin'd with the spoile Of Warrs dire fire flaming on euery side Of those sad fields forsaken far and wide O bloudy Vertue for Warre onely fit And for the Mischiefes that doe waite on it Yet least alas her thirstie Steele should rust Within her Sheath too-long restrained must Must men with Tears see their deer Countries spoild Their fields with heaps of slaughtred bodies pyl'd Their Cities sackt their Houses all inflam'd Their treasurs shar'd their wiues daughters sham'd Their tender babes which haue no help but cryes Brain'd broached broyl'd in horrid Sacrifice Sure Noble furie of heroïck harts The hideous Stage wheron thou act'st thy Parts Is too-too-costly to a State too-deer Are all thy Palms thy Glory walks too-neer Deep Miseries Pains Perills Dolors Deaths And dire Euents which not alone the breaths Of Foes bereaue and Foraine States vndoo But wrack withall thine own Domesticks too For what Effects but such nefarious things Haue been the fruits of thousand valiant Kings Whose memories so ring of Battailes yet That euen with bloud their Stories may be writ Leauing their Names iust Arguments of terror Loading the Earth with Monuments of horror Filling both Land and Sea with Gore with Gall And to no purpose topsie-turning All Sith all the gaine of all their Victories Is but a fame of Valiant Robberies Reproachfull praise to Souerain Potentates To Supreme Pastors to high Magistrates Yet most of These haue reapt no other fruit From bloudy labors but This odious Bruit Wheras They should only their Powers imploy To salue to saue and neuer to destroy One onely King no further Name is need Iustly constraind to arme mount his steed By force to enter to his Own by Right Hath sacred all his Art his Hart his Might To 's Empires good and chasing War away Makes Peace approu'd his Valors daughter ay The rest still greedy of new Isles new Indes Haue raisd such storms with their Ambitious windes As in their own Seas haue nigh sunk Themselues And cast their Subiects vpon Rocks and Shelues Where through more woes they euen with tears behold How ill it is to haue a King too Bold Now for your PrudeÌ„t but meer Prudent Kings Too-much Discourse w ch froÌ„ their iudgmeÌ„t springs Oft makes them timerous loth to take-in-hand To lose their time while waiting Time they stand And daring nothing but Discoursing still To Err as much as Those that dared ill Or makes them more in Worldly matters heer Subtile and sharp then loyall and sincere So that as They of dangers heedfull are Of Them no lesse behoues it to beware I will not say that many times the grounds Whereon the worlds blind foolish wisdom founds Are Contrarie vnto the solid Base Which heavns true wisdom euery where doth place So that one Thought neuer it selfe extends Nor can at once to two so diuers Ends No more then can the sight of mortall eyes 〈◊〉 one same instant Heav'n and Earth comprise What shall I say of Thee and doe thee right Sweet S t. Eusebia Gods own deere Delight Thou fillest Kings indu'd with Thy desires With sacred feruour of Celestiall fiers Thou mak'st their Liues a liuely speaking Lawe To rule their Subiects more by Loue then Awe But yet thou mak'st if Thou alone be Theirs Them too-too-slack in other Kingly Cares Too-mew'd in Peace in War too-scrupulous And think so much of Heavn that Earth they lose And Euergésia praising Thine Effects Amid the best well may we doubt defects For what in Kings more Heavn-like seems to all Or God-like more then to be liberal Yea liberal Princes seeme euen Gods on Earth Com'n-down froÌ„ Heavn to hunt Despaire Dearth Care Indigence Incomber and the rest Where-with poore Vertue often is opprest Yea euen as Gods Their Names are honord heer And for their Seruice nothing is too-deer The ground of which so great beneuolence In some is Hope in some Experience So that all Vowes all Voices end in Them And as the Sun Their Sceptres brightly beam Yet oftentimes those Bounties of thy hand Proue publique Burdens bitter to a Land When fluent Princes least their Fauors source Should be exhausted haue too-oft recourse To Tributes Imposts and some worse withall Whence Flowers to few to many Thornes befall And Avarice her selfe vniustly fills With what Profusion ouer-fondly spills Nor Thou Eumenia though extold so high As liueliest Type of Heauenly Clemencie And onely Shield of such as dare infrenge My sacred Rules to saue them from Reuenge Thou canst not cleere thee from the confluence Of Euills vs'd to follow Indulgence For by too-sparing Thou doost Vices
Examples pure The Careful Passion of her Heart to cure There IVDITH reading then not casually But by GOD's will which still works certainly Light on the place where the left handed Prince Who griev'd for Israels grieuous Languishments Vnder the Heathen to deliver them Slew Moab's Eglon by a Stratagem The more she reads she marks it and admires That Act of Ahud and in Zeale desires To imitate his valour But fraile flesh With thousand Reasons would her purpose dash Proposing now the Facts foule odiousnes Then Feare of Death then Dangers numberless Where-to she puts her Honor and that though â—or Israels sake God should the Act allow â—choues a Man's hand not a Woman's there Much fitter for a Spindle then a Speare While IVDITH thus with IVDITH doubts doth wage â— suddain Puff turns-ouer that same Page â—nd that which followes showes how Iahel yerst â—ourageously the sleeping temples perc't Of that fel Pagan who from th' Hebrews flying â—ccursed found in his Defence his dying â—o teach all Tyrants in all Times to-come â—hat they may fly but not out-fly their Doome This last Example did so fortifie â—he fearfull Widow that euen by and by â—e would with Engine of Reuenge endeuour â— wicked Soule 's and Bodie 's knot to seuer But while apart Shee plots and plots anew â—me wylie way her purpose to pursue â—e hears reported by a neighbour Dame â—he Townes Decree much grieued at the same So to preuent Mischiefs so neere at hand She sends forth-with for Those of Chiefe CoÌ„mand Whom sharply sweet She thus begins to chide Why How-now Lordings shal the Lord be ty'd Vnto your Terms Wil you th' Almighty's Arms Chain with your CouÌ„sails limit with your Charms O! vniudicious Iudges will you Thus Giue law to GOD who giues it Heau'n Vs Will you subiect to Times confined Stayes Th' Author of Times Months Moments Yeeres and Daies Be not deceiu'd The sacred Power Diuine No Circumstance can compasie or confine God can do what he will will what he ought Ought loue his righteous whoÌ„ his loue hath boght This Fathers This my dead Hopes most reviues That in our Citie not a maâ— surviues Who lifts his hands after the Heathen fashions Vnto the dumb dead Idols of the Nations All Sins are Sins but that foule Sinne alone Exceeds all blinde or bold transgression That we haue heapt'gainst sacred Heav'n for that Seems to degrade GOD of his Souerain State To giue his Glory to a Wedge of Gold Or Block or Stock or Stone of curious mold Sith then That Sin doth not our Conscience taint Of GOD's deere Succour let vs neuer faint Let 's think alas how now all Iuda's Eyes Agast are cast vpon Our Constancies Let 's think that All will ouer all the Land By our Example either stoope or stand Let 's think that All these Altars Houses Goods â—â—and after GOD on our couragious-Moods â—et's think Wee keepe the Gate of Israel And that so soon opening to th' Infidel Who hates so deadly all our Abramides Wee shall be held Traytors and Paricides We cannot neither will we now deny â—ut that our Counsaile Thus the Chiefe reply Was foolish and offensiue to the Lord â—ut now alas wee cannot break our word â—ut if Thou rew our Common miseries â—nd canst not see our Tears with tear-lesse Eyes â—eep night and day ô weep sigh so much â—hat thy sad Sighs Tears with Ruth may touch â—h'Eternall Iudge whose gentle Eare is ay â—pen to All that to Him humbly pray I shall said Shee and if GOD say Amen â—s-siedge this Citie yer we meet again Sound me no further but expect th' Euent Of Mine I hope happy as high Intent And soon as Night hath spred her dusky Damp Let Mee go forth into the Heathen Camp Go on in GOD's Name where ere thou art GOD guide say They thy Foot thy Hand thy Hart. The end of the third Booke BETHVLIANS Rescue THE FOVRTH BOOKE â—VDITH the while trills Rivers from her Eyes Atterrs her knees tends toward th'arched Skyes â—er harm-less hands then Thus with voice devour â—er very Soule to GOD she poureth out Lord that didst once my Grandsire Simeon arme With Iustice Sword t' avenge his Sisters harme â—ign Me that Sword that I may punish iust â—his Tyrant fel farr passing Sichem's Lust â—ho not suffis'd with Virgins Ravishment â—nd Rape of Wiues is execrably bent â—o root Thy Name out from the Earth around â—d raze Thy Temple level with the ground â—esumptuous Prince whose whole Affiance stands Hundred-thousand Souldiers He commands Hundred-thousand Horse which thirsting-fight â—th lofty Bounds the lowely Earth doe smight â—thout Beliefe that Thou alone ô Lord â—d'st Heads or Hands with either Crown or Cord â—engthnest the Feeble quickly foylst the Strong â—d lay'st the Power of prowdest Kings along Grant therefore grant good GOD his charmed brain The curious tramels of my Tress may chain Let euery looke of mine be as a Dart With amorous Breach to wound his willing hart O! let the little grace of Face and Form Thou hast vouchsaft mee calm his furious storm Let the smooth cunning of my soothing Lips Surprise the fel Fox in his Suttleships But chiefely Lord let my victorious hand Be Scourge Hammer of this Heathen Band That all this All may knowe that Abram's Race Is euer couered with thy Shield of Grace And that no Tyrant euer toucht thy Iury But felt in fine the Rigor of thy Furie Let not good Lord ô let not one of These Return to taste Hytane or Euphrates Thus IVDITH prayes in the sted of stops With thousand Sighs her words She interrupts Then from her sad sole Chamber late she packs Adornd with Ophir Gold and Serean knacks O! siluer-browd Diana Queen of Night Dar'st thou appear while heer below so bright Shines such a sacred Star whose radiant flame Would euen at Noon thy Brothers splendor shame Though as vnknown to passe vnshown she ween â—er Odors made hersmelt her Iewels seen Musk Ambergris and Civet where she went â—eft all along an odoriferous Sent â— Carbuncle shin'd on her Brow so bright â—hat with the Raies it clarified the Night â— silver Tincel wauing in the winde â—own from her head hung light loose behind â—old bound her golden Tress her Ivory Neck â—ubies and Saphires counter-chang'd in check â—t either Eare a richer Pearle then yerst â—gypts proud Princesse in her Cup disperst â—er soft white Bosome as with Curtains drawn â—ransparent coverd vnder Cob-web Lawne â—er Robe Sky-colour'd Silk with curious Caule â—f golden Twist benetted ouer all â—he rest she wore might haue beseem'd for Tires â—he stately Foundresse of th' Euphratean Spires For though her Selfe were Modestie it selfe â—intice this Pagan to the wrackfull Shelfe â—esides her Own sh 'had borrowed Ornaments â—f other Ladies of most Eminence Achior watching in the Court of Guard â—ing her passe so late and so prepar'd Enquires of Carmis who then watched too What Whence She was what she went to doo So
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
preseru'dst me by thy Prouidence These Things as hidden in thy Bosome bee But well I know that it is so with Thee If I haue sinned Thou wilt sift me neer And of my Guilt Thou wilt not hold me cleer If Wicked I haue been then Woe to Me If Righteous Yet still will I humble be Though deep confounded and amazed much To see and feele my sad Affliction Such But be it more come Lion-like set on-me Returne and show Thee maruelous vpon-me And so indeed Thou doost for Thou renewest Thy plagues on me and me more fierce pursewest Changes of Woes Armies of Paines extreame Afresh inuade me and me round behem Then Why alas Why didst thou bring me forth From fruitfull Womb being no better worth O! that I there had perished vnseen And that I were as if I had not been Brought from the Womb one Tomb vnto Another To Earth my Mother from my Earthly Mother Is not my Glasse neer out My Date neer done O! let him cease and leaue-oft laying-on That I may take a little Comforts breath Yer quite I goe to the dark Land of Death A Land of Darkness Darkness Selfe I say And Shâ—de of Death where is no Light no Day 〈◊〉 11 THen answered Zophar the Naamathite Should words preuail Shal prating pass for rightâ— Should all be mute Shall no man dare reply To mock thy Mocks and giue thy Lie the Lie For Thou hast said and that too-vehement My Words and Deeds and thoughts are innocent Pure in Thine eyes But O! that GOD would speak That He would once His sacred Silence break To shew thee Wisdome's Secrets Thou might'st see Thou meâ—â—t'st double what he layes on Thee And surely know that in his Iustice strict After thy Sins He doth not Sores inflict But seems to haue forgotten or forgiuen Thy Trespasses against Him Selfe and heauen Canst Thou by searching GOD's deep Counsel find Conceaue th' Almighty Comprehend His mind Reach His perfection It doth Heauen excell In Height in Depth exceeds the lowest Hell Longer then Earth larger then all the Seas O! What When Where How wilt Thou measure These If He cut-off shut-vp collect reiect Who can diuert Him Who his Course correct He knows vain Men He sees their harts that hard theÌ„ In Guiles and Wiles and will not He regard them That foolish man made wise may be reclaimed Borne bruit and dull as an Asse Colt vntamed If therefore by Repentance thou prepare Thine humbled heart if that in hearty Prayer Thou stretch thine hands vnto his Throne aboue Though thou haue sinn'd if Thou thy Sin remoue If Thou remoue it and permit no more In quity to dwell within thy Doore Then shalt Thou doubtlesse free from Fault Fear Settled and safe thy Face againe vprear Then shalt thou sure forget thy Misery Or but esteem it as a Streame past by Then shall thy Daies be then the Noon more bright And thou shalt shine as Morning after Night Then shalt thou rest secure and confident Hopefull and Happy in thy proper Tent In thine owne Dwelling where for Eminence Sutors shall flock with seemly Reuerence But as for stubborne wilfull Wicked-ones That still run-on in their Rebellions Their Helps shall faile and all their Hap shall fall And as a Ghasp their Hopes shall vanish all 〈◊〉 12 THen said the Hussian You vndoubtedly You are the Men Wisdom with you must dy Yet would yee knew it somwhat know I too I vnderstand perhaps as well as you Nor will I yeeld you in this Iarre a lot VVhat you haue vrg'd I know and Who doth not Yee say I lie yee tell me that I mock But I am made my Fellowes Laughing-stock Who calls on GOD and whom He heareth prest Th' Vpright and Iust indeed is made a lest And He that 's going downe in state forlome Like dying Lamp is to the Rich a Scorne VVhile for the most Oppressors prosper sure And God-prouokers safely and secure Haue in their hand GOD in their hand hath puâ— The Horne of Plenty them at will to glut Aske but the Beasts inquire of Earth or Seas Or Fowles or Fish for which is it of These But knowes and showes plainly tells thee This That GOD's their Maker and of All that is That in His hand 's the Life of all that liues That He alone to All Men Breathing giues Doth not the Eare try Speeches bad or good And for it Selfe the Palate taste the food So Wisedom should be to the Many-year'd And Vnderstanding to the Hoary-hair'd With Him it is with th' Ancient of Dayes With Him is Counsaile Wisedom Power Praise Lo He destroyes and no man can restore Whom He shuts-vp can be let out no more He stops the Streams then dry they vp and shrink He sends them forth then all the Earth they sink With Him is Strength with Him is All that is Who erreth Who maketh erre are His He doth distract the Counsailors of State He makes the Iudges as infatuate He breaks the Bonds of Kings Imperiall Awe And brings Them bounden vnder Others Law He leads the Princes as a Captiue prey Dismounts the Mightie and with strange dismay He dulls the Learned dumbs the Eloquent And reaues the Iudgement of the Ancient He poures contempt vpon the Noble-born He strips the Strong He leaues the Stout forlorn He deepest Secrets soone discouereth He brings to light the darkest shades of Death He multiplieth People and He mowes Them down again by Famin Plague or Blowes He sends them forth in Colonies â—o spread And brings them back by wrack lack sack or dread He reaues the hearts of those that rule the Eâ—th And makes theÌ„ roam throgh Desertsands of Death Where None go by They gâ—ope as in the Dark They haue no Light no Sight no certain Mark They stray they stumble to fro they wheel And He He makes Them Drunkard-like to reel 〈◊〉 3. Aâ— This mine eâ—es haue seen mine ears haue heard All This my heart hath weigh'd wel conferd So that in Thâ—â— what you haue known I knew And â—m not Herrein to giâ—e â—lâ—ce to You. But as â—â—u wish I also wish O! would Th' Almighty pleas'd that I might be so bold In his own Presence at his Bar to stand To plead with Him the Cause I haue in hand For You indeed are too Sâ—â— histicall Silly â—hysicâ—ans for my Sickneâ—â—â—ll O! that you therefore had still heâ—â— you mute Sâ— might you still haue held a wise Repute But â—iâ—t you now vnto my Arguing Maâ—â— well my Reasons the Proofes I bring Will You speak falsly for th' Almighty Lord Will you for Him pronounce a Guileful word VVill you be partiall for His persons sake Will you for Him with Cauils vnder-take Shall it auaile you will He con you â—â—â—â—â—k At his great Audit for this double â—rank Or ween you smoothing these Deâ—â—â—s to smother Or but to mock Him as one Man another No you shal know He wil not brook nor bear
Face â—or there 's the place herperfectly to knowe 52 By euill Manners is good Nature marred â—one falls at once all Vertue to defie â—ee in the Soule is a strange Plant transferred â—nd wert not dressed it would quickly die 53 With By-Respects Impietie wee couer â—rth more then Heav'n is priz'd among vs Now GOD'S great Name we scarce our heads vncouer When Kings are named euery knee doth bow 54 Disorder Order breeds good Lawes haue sprung â—om Euill-liues Would All keep Iustice line Westminster there would be soon lesse Throng â—ss Work less Wrack less Words for Mine Thine 55 Law-Tricks now strip the People to their shirt â—ift is their Shield Gold in their onely God â—asps break the Web Flies are held fast hurt â—he Guiltie quit the Guiltless vnder-trod 56 Ther 's now no trust Brother betraies his Brother Faith 's but a phansie but by Fooles esteemed Friend's false to Friend All deceiue each-other Th'Iuie pulls down the Wall by which it climbd 57 Treasons be Trifles Man 's a Wolfe to Man Crimes be but Crums Vice is for Vertue vanted Sodom's and Cypris Sinnes we suffer can And Impious tricks in all their Tracks are hanted 58 In perfect'st Men som Imperfection's found Some-what amiss among their good is seen Gold pure Gold we dig not from the ground There 's Dust Dross grosser stuffe between 59 Merit of old did Friendship feed fix Where now-adaies 't is founded all on Profit With deep Dissembling Deceitfull-tricks And euermore the Poore is frustrate of it 60 Th' Earth cannot fill thy hearts vnequal Angles Thy Hearts a Triangle the Earth's a Round A Triangle is fill'd but with Triangles And th'infinite the finite cannot bound 61 'T's a Death to die far from ones Natiue Citie â—et Death 's not milder there then else-about â—eath without ROME did not Rutilius pittie Neither within ROME Him that ne'r went out 62 When Man is com'n to th' old last Cast of Age When Nature can no longer lend nor borrow â—e thinks not yet to pack and leaue the Stage â—ut still still hopes to liue vntill to-Morrow 63 Fain would'st thou she Loue 's wanton Luxurie â—ut-off Occasions speak farre-off fly Fitnes â—hun Solitude liue still in Companie They fall alone that would not fall with Witnes 64 Muse not to see the Wicked prosper faire â—he Sun his Shine euen vnto Theeues doth giue When of their Patients Leaches do despaire They giue them ouer as they list to liue 65 Slander is worser than Hell's burning Torture The Force more fierce the Heat more vehement â—ell after Death doth but the Guilty martyr â—ander aliue torments the Innocent 66 Affliction razes and then raises hearts As vnder Waight victorious Palms are wont As vnder Seals the Wax doth swell in part Vnder the Crosse the Soule to Heav'n doth mount 67 Enuie in vain pure Vertues Anuil bites Breaking her Teeth as on a Stone the Cur That barks of Custom rather then Despight At euery poore and harmlesse Passenger 68 Enuie's a Torture which doth Men molest Euen from their Birth yer they ought els can doo Behold Two Infants nursed at one Brest They cannot brook their Teat for meat to Two 69 This is the Ods twixt Honest men Knaues Th' one tels his Neighbor All mine owne is mine And all Thine too The other void of Braues Saith Thine's not Mine but what I haue is Thine 70 What Enuie likes not that she makes a Fault Ioseph with Ismael for his Dream was barter'd Abels pure Offring to his End him brought And for the Truth the Innocent are martyrd 71 Flat-Cap for whom hoord'st thou thy heaped Treasures Thy Bodies Sweat thy Soul 's deer Price poor Sot â—ir Prodige-all thine Heire in Protean Pleasures VVill waste in one Day All thine Age hath got 72 True Liberality would be intire Yet not at-once at all times and to all One may mis-giue to giue yer one require Yet Gifts vn-asked sweetest Gifts I call 73 Content with Fruits from thine own Labor grow'n A fore-hand still a set Reuenew saue â—or He 's a Foole in more respects than one That spends his Store or more before he haue 74 There is no Goodnes in a groueling heart â—ent on the VVorld bound to this Rock belowe VVere not the Moon so neer this Neather part â—he would not could not be Eclipsed so 75 Goods are great Ills to those that cannot vse them Misers mis-keep and Prodigals mis-spend-them Hell-hounds to hasten toward Hel abuse-them As Wings to Heav'n-ward heav'n-bent-Soules extend theÌ„ 76 Presumptuous Spirits spring not froÌ„ right Nobility Courage that comes from Pride proues neuer true Pride ruines hearts whose Raiser is Humility The humble Shepheard the proud Giant slew 77 Pride glitters oft vnder an humble Weed Oft louely Names are giuen to loath'd Effects Men sooth them in the Cause to ' scuse th' ill Deed And blame Light rather than their Sight 's Defect 78 A Prudent man is for Him-self sought-forth He 's more admir'd then what the World most vants Praises are due vnto ones proper Worth Not purest Gold addes Price to Diamants 79 Th' Humble doth Others prize Him-self depress Saue against Pride he neuer bends his Browes The more his Vertue mounts-him counts-him less God th' humble Sinner not proud Iust allowes 80 O! Hypocrite which hast but Vertue 's Vaile Seem what thou art and what thou seemest be To hide thy Filth all thy Fig-leaues will faile Thou canst not hide thee from thy God nor Thee 81 Mock Saints whose Soul-weal on your Works you lay VVith eyes hands to Heauen while hart 's els-where For shame you durst not to the least man say VVhat you profane dare whisper in Gods eare 82 Gold 's fin'd in fire Soules in Affliction better â—oths gnaw the Garment locked in the Chest â—till water stinks vnwholesom black and bitter â—words rust in Sheathes and so doe Soules in Rest 83 Opening thy Soul to God cloze Mouth from Men â—or let thy Thoughts roame from thy due Intent GOD sees the hearts his iudgement soundeth them â—nd Them confounds whose Words Deeds dissent 84 Gamesters may well All to to-Morrow post â—o see or to be seen th 'haue neuer leasure With aduerse Windes their Minds are euer tost â—osse bringing Grief more than the Gain brings Pleasure 85 To shun Affaires behoues exceeding heed â—roubles vnsent-for and vnlookt-for haste â—n-set vn-sowen too-early growes the Weed We meet too-soon the Care we hoped past 86 All Idleness dis-natures Wit dis-nerues-it A mod'rate Trauell makes it quick addrest Sloath quels and kills it Exercise preserues-it But He 's not Free that hath no time to rest 87 Who seeketh Rest in troublous Managings Thinks to find Calm amid Tempestuous Seas The World Rest are Two two aduerse things Thick streams re-cleer when Storms stirrings cease 88 Fortune in Court is fickle apt to varie Fauors sort seldom to the Suiters minde They many times euen in the Port mis-carie The hotter Sun the
cares are open aye Nor waits hee lazying on his bed for day Shafts Tigers Torrents no nor Lightning flies â—pre swift about than This bold Eagle plies â—mid all perils to preserue his State â—th Heed Speed from Rebels Pride Hate Battells first last in Retreats in brief Action Souldier in Direction Chief â—iepe saw his Fortunes on a desperate Dy â—e League presum'd he needs must yeeld or fly â— as a Brook the more we stop his Course â—aks down his Bay and runs with swifter force â— foiles his Foes at Arques and shewes them plain â—t Heauens iust hand doth his dear Right sustain T is buzz'd in Paris and beleeu'd in part â—t he is taken or constraind to start â—m Diepe to Douer to seek Englands Aid â— while Him comming Prisoner-wise they said â— the Bastile He came and ouer-came â—ir Suburbs soon to their Suborners shame â—onquest attends Him whether he encamps â—marches on again he takes Estampes â—ux Eureux Mans Meulan Vandosme Perch Honfleur formost in His Trophie march â—rnest-pence of His recouer'd State Crowne of France which well admits no Mate Tiber and Iber then together flow Too strong in wrong his Right to ouer-throw There proudeth Power Heer Prowess brighter shines And daily shewes vs by a thousand Signes How great Aduantage a true Birth-right brings Against Vsurpers vnto lawfull Kings In IVRY Fields he seems a Blazing Star Seen in the Front of all his Hoast afar Maiestick Fury in his Martiall Face The brauest Troops doth in an instant Chase And boldest Rebels which the rest had led Came Charging one way and by forty Fled Melun surrenders to his War-like Lot Chartres is chastizd with his thundring Shot Louuiers lyes humbled at his Conquering Foot Noyon lamenteth her Three Succors rout Espernay yeelds her wholely to his hest Dreux twise besieged opens as the rest The League that late so violently burn'd To a Cold Feuer now her Frenzie turn'd And trusting still in Strange Physycians aid Neglects her Cure till all her strength decaid In dread of all In doubt her owne will quaile As a weak Ship affraid of euery Saile That late ACHILLES of the Spanish-Dutch â—rnezean Parma that atchieu'd so much Anwerp's Siege by match-lesse Stratagem â—d weend the World had had no Peer to Him â—d here the heart twice to refuse to Fight â—d twise departed and bod none Good-Night Fortune for Him no longer vs'd her Wheel â—t kind and constant followes at his heel â—'s Happy euery where and ouer all â—ring Palmes and Lawrels only neer Aumale â—urderous Bullet put him to some pain â—t hindred not His Rescue of his Train Who weens to vanquish Him makes Him invict â—de to the Meek to Proudlings stern and strict 〈◊〉 loues the Lawrels without blood be-sprent Cruell Conquest He doth euen lament 〈◊〉 Thunder batters but Rebellious Walls â—d who least fear him on them first he falls France Selfe to slay and her owne Throat to Cut â—ms her owne hands in strange rage doth put â—e Knife to whet in Spaines ambitious pawes â—in that would Spoil her Crowns primordial Lawes I would a Scepter with a Distaffe blin â— all in vain The Lillies cannot Spin. Re-Romaniz'd so say They Heauen coniures His Errors at Saint Denis he abiures This ChaÌ„ge in Court yet chang'd not one nor other For though his Subiects haue not all one Mother He holds them all his Sons They him their Sire And Christians all all to one Heav'n aspire Wiihin the Temple of The Mother-Maid That bore her Son her Sire her God her Aid With Heav'n-sent Oyle He is anointed King Dons th' Order-Collar and by euery thing To proue in Him Saint Lewis Faith and Zeale The Sick he touches and his Touch doth heale By law of Arms a Citie tane by Force Should feele the Victors rage with small remorse Paris so taken is not treated so Though well his Iustice might haue razed lowe Those rebell Wals which bred and fed These Wars To saue the guilt-less He the guilty spares There There 's the Hope and Safety of His Side If There he faile then farewell all beside The Spaniard therfore Thither speedy sends A great strong Conuoy to confirm His Friends Which soon defeated There began the End Of Ciuill Wars and all to Vnion tend Th' Honor of sauing and restoring France â—s not alone due to His Valiance His Clemencie hath part which lets him in To stronger Holds than all his Arms could win That satisfied with Tears makes from all parts Repentant Rebels yeeld him vp their Hearts Lyons the Porter of one Part of France Rouen that sees none like strong in Ordinance â—rleans which England did vndaunted proue Marsëillis iealous of old Neptune's loue â—ix Bourges Sens Meaux Poictiers Troy Thoulouse And Reins of These each to his Bounty bowes This gracious Prince excus'd the simpler sort VVhom Malice-lesse blind Passions did transport Against the Lawes with fury of the Time VVho self-affraid to faile in fowler Crime â—educ't by others slie seditious Lore â—ollow'd like Sheep their Fellowes straid before This heauenly humane Clemency of His Yet cannot shield Him from some Treacheries One wounds him in the Mouth and breaks withall One of his Teeth O Act vnnaturall 〈◊〉 had not God in part put-by the blowe â—uen then in Paris had he perisht so But hauing quencht the Ciuill Fires in France Gainst his ill Neighbors now his Arms aduance In Piedmont-Fields his Lilly-flowers he plants Pills Bourgognie and all Artois He dants And makes the great Castilian MARS to fly With Feare within without with Infamy Then those great Warriors that had disobeyd Whom not their Courage but their Cause betray'd Which came with shame and sorrow as was meet To cast their swords at his victorious Feet Fearing his Rigor He receiues them rather With King-like grace and kindnesse like a Father Heauen daily works for Him some special Miraâ— His Faith 's an Altar and his Word an Oracle His greatest foes haue neuer found him faile And should Sincerity in all men quaile Exiled from the World as Moors from Spain In This Kings soule she had been found againe Spain by a train of many Wyles well laid Surpriseth Amiens France is all affraid The Spaniard hence prouder then euer swells Vndanted HENRY Thence him soon repells Regains his Citie and constrains His foes To beg their Peace or to abide his blowes The Storms that long disturbd the state are val'd â—h ' ill Vapors now are from all hearts exhal'd â—â—d France is now all French euen all about â—nly the Breton stifly yet stood out â—t those white Ermines at the last must need â—f th' only Sent of the faire Lillies feed Old PHILIP longs to see the Waters calme â—nds all designes vain to supplant This Palme â—h the more shaken it more fast doth grow â—e seeketh Peace the Pope solicits so â—ruins doth treat it Bruxells sweares it don â—nd PHILIP pleas'd departs the World anon France yet retains one sensible Offence â—r which she vowes
Hap vpon them euery-where Good feare for them Them the Euill feare â—ow many braue Marks left his noble Minde â—h'Happiness These Vertues bring Mankind â—en full of Constancie he durst maintaine â—t raigning for Him Who made him to raign â—e sacred Twinnes nigh froÌ„ the World dis-pell'd â— their Temple in His Bosom dwell'd Guided his Person gouern'd his Affaires Counsaild his Counsails qualified his Cares Steerd all his Course through all his Voyage heer As men their Ships by Card Compasse steer These making him with rarest spirits compeer In holy pride Hee euen despised heer The Kings that puft with glory of a Throne Commaunded All except themselues alone By th' one he happied his owne Soule with Rest By th' other also he his People blest By th' one becomming to him Selfe seuere He rul'd him Selfe kept his own Power in feare By th' other giuing free Course to the Law He kept his Subiects in and happy saw Through all his Kingdome Peace Plenty floweâ— In basest Grange as well as golden Bower But 12. times Sol throgh the 12. Signes had goâ— When Heauens assignd him to his Fathers Throne And to the hands of his Man-Childhood left The glorious Burthen of This Sceptres heft But as in th'Orchards at Monceaux or Blois The Gard'ners Care ouer some Graftlings choise The second yeare of their adoption there Makes them as good goodly fruits to beare Trees whose Trunk branched Top bewraies â—â—eir Months as many as the Other 's dayes â—â—rough the Heavns fauor Earths fruitfulness â—wing that God their youÌ„g first-fruits doth bless â— forward Vertue in his Pupillage â—ught forth th' effects of a mans perfect age â—prouing quite his feeble signes of youth â— prouing him inuincible in truth â—inst vaine Pleasures all their Baits condemning â—inst all Perils Death it Selfe contemning â—inst all Passions euer them resisting â—inst all Crosses constant ay-persisting â—or looke how lowe his hart in humble awe â— bow'd to GOD and bended to the Lawe â—â—gh he mounts it in Praise-worthy Pride â—ue the World Fortune and All beside â—se Vanitie with false gloss gilded o're â— Mortals most desire admire adore â—ring onely with that holy Marie â— his degree That One thing necessary â—iring solely th' holy Works wherein Almighty Workers wondrous hand is seene â—ring none but th'Euerlasting One â— louing best fearing but HIM alone Then bearing aye This Oracle imprest Within the Centre of his royall brest That A sincere true-Religious KING Feared of All needs feare at all no-Thing Where Hee whose Soule hath not This Feare in-layd Of none is feared but of All affraid Arm'd with This Breast-plate as with stronger Arâ— Then Those of old blest with inchanting Charmâ— He brau'd all Perills that his Prowesse met And His calm Spirit amid a Storme so great As would haue cast Youth in a swoune insensible Shew'd Resolution of a heart inuincible Appearing such indeed as Painters fain Great Hercules when Iuno's fell disdaign Pursuing him he Monsters quaild and killd A Man in Courage though in Age a Child Which well he proou'd to those Rebellious Peers Who making light of his then-tender yeers And measuring his in-side by his age Troubled his State with storms of Ciuill Rage Armed against him many a Tower Towne Aymed by Ambush to surprise his Crowne When He to heale by necessary Ill This Ill before th' Impostume ouer-fill â— Sword in hand their first Assault preuents â— as His Subiects brauely them conuents â—ome and cast them arm-less at his feet â—else as Foes his armed Force to meet â—n Him their true Liege if true French they be â—d in the Field to take This Offer free â—nge or Pardon of their past Mis-deeds â—all the Mischief which the same succeeds â—one his Power should press them to perforce â—ther their Duties vrged with Remorse â—eir blind Furie did the One contemne â—ther should poure Death Disgrace on them â— how the words of a braue Prince preuaile â— daring Speech did so their Courage quaile â— though the cold Ice of a prudent Feare â—not forth-with put-out their frenzie there â—id it daily from thence-forth decline â—all their Flame turn'd but to Fume in fine Those whose furie dream't a Diadem â—r Side abandon disbanding them â—ct their vaine Hopes and in season flie â—he King's Mercie for their Remedie â—ers more dreading Rigour of the Law â—er protection of the English draw Guilding their Guilt with friuolous pretences Arming their weak Cause with as weak defences Till but increasing their dishonor by 't Wanting as well good Fortune as good Right They 'r also faine to beg his Bounty royall Ill worthy Them so obstinate-Disloyall What proofs of Prowesse vvhat conteÌ„pt of dangâ— Exprest this Prince vpon the enuious Stranger On crystall Charant in Zantognian Coast When false la-March backt with a foraine Host Mustred against him from so many parts So many Groues of Lances Pikes and Darts There France and England fully bent to Fight Had both their Armies in their Order pight From Either side mount winged Clowdes amain On Either side they poure their Showers againe While siluer Charant to haue barr'd their Teene Her swelling shoulders did oppose between This Riuer makes the Reed-crownd Banks to By th'arched fauour of a Bridge there is Whose gaine or losse besides the honor boades Or barrs the Prize of Victorie by ods The English friended by a Fort at hand Which proudly did the neighbour Plaines coÌ„man◠〈◊〉 won this Passage and were passing on â—erely to end their Victory begun â—n Lewis rushing to the Bridge the first â—ells the Foe and puts him to the worst â— dead and wounded all the place he paues â— then Horatius brauer him behaues â—artens His re-haleth from the Foe â— Victorie ready with Them to goe â—ing alone as a firm Rock afront â—st alone to beare the Battailes brunt â—onely marke of many thousand Darts â—m alone still aimed from all parts â—t the last by his example prest â—inning all his Armie wonne the rest â— if his Courage shin'd in Conquering â— did his Mildnesse in the managing â—o can recount and yet who could conceale â—ustrious Vertues whose industrious zeale â— the World his honors blazed yerst â—hese mists these first clowdes were disperst â—catterd all by the bright-shining Rayes â—is new Sunne in Summer of his dayes 〈◊〉 Europ's Vmpire making Peace with Men War proclaim'd against their Vices then The glorious Works his Royall Vertues did Cannot without impietie be hid Although without diminishing their Worth My Muse alas can neuer set them forth For of all Vertues sacred Tracts least rife His Life 's a Picture limmed to the life And such a Pattern as to match again The Wish is vertuous but the Hope is vain Sith the more wondrous 't is Worthy Table To imitate 't is more inimitable So that His Worth weening to-life to limne I ouer-reach in stead of reaching Him And like bad Singers as too-bold t oo-blame Sounding His Praise rather My Selfe I
his Temple â—en where he met a Well-disposed Wit â—e Knowledge and whose Cariage matching fit â— him good hope that beeing free prefard â—ould be th' Orphans the Widowes Gard â—oore's Protector in their Right to stand â—e for Fauour for Bribes no hand â—we of Threats and for Intreats no Eare â—g aside Loue Hatred Hope and Feare When he shall sit as Oracle to doome Where Man is vnto Man as in God's Roome Him would this noble Prince freelie create A Chancelour a Iudge a Magistrate A Deane a Bishop without busie Suit Of bribed Minions basely to pursu't O euer-wished neuer hoped Dayes Which Gold's-contempt so gilt with golden Ray How calm you past How was the People blest Vnder the Lawes of such a Princes Hest And ô How worthy Hee in spight of Time To be renowmed ouer euery Clime Through whom Integritie reuiu'd again And Sentences ceasing to passe for Gain As now God wot too many witnesse can Were GOD's owne Sentence in the Mouth of Mâ— For neither spar'd He Rigour nor Reward Where he had hope by gentle hand or hard To conquer Vice and that same seruile Vein Which loues not Goodnes but for Goods Gain And with a hart whose Gold-Thirst neuer sat is Will neuer till the Field of VERTVE gratis Knowing therefore that in a Season vicious We sooner finde a Pyrrhus then Fabricius 〈◊〉 wisely fearing least the feare of Want â—oue of Wealth should worldly minds supplant make them pass their duties bounds perchance â—…m he to place of Honor should aduance â—eep their Port with People venerable â—ear their Charge of needfull Train Table â—…m'd their Vertue against Pouertie â—…e secret Foe to sound Integritie 〈◊〉 ample Stipends able to repell 〈◊〉 law-less Lawes of those Two Tyrants fell â—â—â—se Iron Scepter too-too-often forces â—â—…t honest Natures to dishonest Courses â—her if Fauour Feud or Auarice â—rosse Iniustice did their hands intice â—unisht aye their Trespass with such Rigor Lawes recouering then their ancient vigor â—â—…'d That seuere Example to reviue â—â—…h in the Skin of Father flay'd aliue 〈…〉 rong Decrees his Sonne succeeding thrust â—…odie Doom yet for Iniustice iust â— after Iudges by their Iudge-skin Chaire Bâ—â—hes and Brokage might be warned faire â—…ouâ— all Crimes his hearts iust Iealousie â—â—…rred most Murder and Blasphemy Nor euer did the First escape with life Vnlesse by Proofs it were apparant rife That Self-defending 't was vnwilling done Forc't deadly Stroak by deadly Stroak to shun Th' other was punisht where he sinned iust A red-hot Iron through his Tongue was thrust To teach Blasphemous Mouthes no more to blamâ— That holy high vn-vtterable Name Ador'd in Heau'n Earth euery-where Which euen the Angels speak not but with feare O! how he hated Those light lothsom Places Where Venus sells her to all lewd Embraces The Shepheard finding vnder Stacks or Stones A Nest of Hornets or a Swarm of Drones Or knot of Vipers is not bent more fierce Their Cells to spoile Themselues dispatch disperâ— Then Hee was egre against Them bent Seuerest Lawes with sharpest punishment Clensing with Fire those foule Augéan Stalls And to the ground razing their filthy Walls Lacing with lashes their vn-pittied Skin Whom Lust or Lucre had bestow'd therein Him-Selfe so chaste of Body and of Minde If Fame say true who seldom soothes behinde â—at neuer Hee rare in a Princes Life â—ew other Venus then his Queene and Wife What Prince was euer to the silly Poore â—re tender-harted either helpfull more â—any Kings haue by high Feats in Warr â—ownd their Names spred their Glories farr â—holesome Lawes Licentious Rage represt â—any Proofs their Prudence well exprest â—ll the parts of Policie Prowes â— all the Honors earthly State allowes â— few vouchsafe to stoope their stately eyes â—h'humble Poore that on the dunghill lyes â— little think that in those Little ones â—t Christ Him-selfe vnto their Greatnes grones â—s at their Feet in raggs and hunger-driuen â— promiseth for Bread to giue Them Heav'n â— hearts of Adamant This pittious King â— Your fel Natures was far differing â— oftentimes from his high Throne descending â—owe reap the Fruits on Almes attending â—ll that could from ordinary rate â—oyall Charge of Kingdom House State â—ely spar'd with honorable Thrift â— such a heart hand so apt to Gift Would He bestowe in building sacred Cells For th' Aged Poore Sick Sight-less Help-less els In ayding Widowes whom the bliss of Bearing Made wretched wanting for their Childrens Reariâ—â— Redeeming Captiues raising Doweries For honest Maydens apt for Mariages Whose Banes vnaskt still Pouertie forbad Passing their Flower in Feares Languors sad In breeding Orphans and in feeding Those Whose bashfull Silence biting-in their Woes Smoother'd the Sighes within their swelling brest Whâ—h froÌ„ their Mouthes meer Hunger often preâ— In briefe in pouring on all Poore no lesse Streams of Reliefe then Fortune of Distresse Approuing plain that in most Pomp of State Him Selfe a Man he â—ye did meditate His People He so lou'd and their Prosperitie That easing them of former Kings seueritie In Imposts Tributs Taxes the rest Where-with his Kingdom had been sore opprest He wont with Tears to bathe his Cheeks When vrging Cause compelled him to lay they saâ— On his poore Subiects any new Excise Neuer so needfull iust or light to prize â—ich yet his Pittie rarely did permit 〈◊〉 onely when Bellona pressing it â—inst our Lillies some such Storm had blown â—ath too-often Empires ouerthrown 〈◊〉 for the Charge of needfull Dignitie 〈◊〉 royall State beseeming Maiestie 〈◊〉 neuer sought from other Source to drain â—n th'euer-Springs of his owne iust Demain â—esting th' vse of other Potentates 〈◊〉 but to gild their Pride in pompous States 〈◊〉 all their Subiects with extreame Excesse 〈◊〉 then consuming it in Showes Feasts 〈◊〉 scorning those whom they had eaten-vp â—h-out Compassion in a golden Cup â—oused deep their wretched Peoples blood â—m God had giuen Them to protect in good â—hat Lawes-Obliuion What Contempt of GOD â—s this good Prince Them shril sharply chod â—ens your Eares against so many a Plaint â—mane soules who toucht with bloody Taint â—epheards shear not but euen flay your Fold â—urn the Skins to Casâ—akins of Gold â—ke You the Heav'ns which hate all Tyrannie â—wink at Yours and let you scape so free No no they 'll ruine Your vnrighteous Power And causing soon Your Subiects rise in Stower The Iust-Reuenger who all Realms transfers Of mightiest Kings shal make you School-masteâ—â— Shall break your proud Tax-puffed Sceptres so That for th' abuse you shall the vse forgo Or shall so curse the cruell Policies Your Minions finde to feed your Vanities That in Your hands your Gold shal melt away And still the more you pill the more you may Like Dropsie-sicke the more they drink the dryeâ— The more you shall deuour the more desire New Erisichthons through insatiate heat Forced in fine your Selues to teare eate Branding with Shame
of Marks so mercie-less So impious Pride of hearts so Pitie-less Who burd'ning Subiects more then beare they câ—â— Hold neither God for God nor Man for Man But whither run I on so harsh a string Out of my Tune to tell how This good King Reprou'd bad Princes of his Time for pressing Their People cause-less with vncessant Sessing Let 's re-assume our Song our proper Theam Let 's passe-by Vice rather couering them 〈◊〉 Them recounting in eternall Story â—s returne to sing of Vertues Glory â—ow happy is the Prince who squaring right â—â—cred Lawes the limits of his Might 〈◊〉 in Well-dooing and as Iust as Wise â—ks not himselfe to raign saue Noblewise 〈◊〉 He his People heeds and hearing aye 〈◊〉 iust Complaints doth in due time repay 〈◊〉 euery Monarch with deuotion vowes â—OD Men when first his royall Browes â—er so many solemne Mysteries 〈◊〉 hopeful Subiects wishfull ioyful Cryes â—n the glad-sad sacred Diadem 〈◊〉 instantly from thence-forth puts on Him Robe of Power which those doth much mis-suit â—aue not on rare Vertues richest Suit â—ong such Kings who ay as Right directs â—re their Greatnes by their Good-effects â—y their Fortunes or their Force of hand â—ny Nations vnder their Command â—at illustrious Prince to whom we pay â—k Duties in this Hymnik Lay. â—hile at home he happy Peace inioyd â—uer suffer'd day to vanish voyd Of giuing Audience extending free Fruits of his Iustice vnto each Degree Grieuing in minde grudging at those as lost Less worthy spent although vnwilling most Perswaded sure that with what eye or eare His Peoples Case a Prince doth heed and heare With like the Lord in his extreame Affaires Will looke on Him listen to his Prayers That that same pompous glittering glorious Slauâ— Improperly calld Royall for the Brauery In proper speech by due Experience scand 'T 's an Onerous-Honor a Confin'd Command That Kings were made for Subiects not they Not They for Kings that though both Land Sâ— Adore their Greatnes Lawes Support alone Yet Princes Eares are not indeed their Owne But their own Peoples that doe humbly liue Vnder th' obedience of the Lawes They giue That to be briefe of mightiest Kings that are Labour 's the Glory and their Greatnes Care Such sound Instructions from his Cradle vs'd His vertuous Mother wisely had infus'd Which in his Princely brest digesting milde A Man he practiz'd what he learnt a Childe â—dy to heare the meanest that complaine â—erring wisely such a sacred paine â—re the pleasure of the choicest Sport â—ld be deuisd in Countrey or in Court â—nce in his People such Affection spreads â—y bless his Birth-day the ground he treads â—him their Father with Vowes amain â—uent the Altars for his long-long Raign â— that Wish the Sum of their Desire â—ained All all Prayers could require â—d to beg of Heav'ns eternall Bountie â—king Peace Riches Religion Plentié â—ll the Blessings which ASTREA's hand â—lant or poure vpon a happy Land â—at Tracts of Art What Tropes of Eloquences â—uely represent to modern Princes â— euen Envies Self shall nought controule Self-seuere Integritie of Soule â—e humble patient constant Temperance â—o Successor as yet had in France â—et els-where how-euer euery State â—et admire it none can imitate â—ROPE where euer Vice and Vertue most â—triuen for Empire best worst to boast Hath whilom seen Kings treading in the Path Of notedst Tyrants who with Threatful Wrath And all the Terrors which Man 's Cruell Rage To fright Mankinde had found in former age Restraind their Subiects froÌ„ their Deaths CoÌ„spiring Who so less-daring had the more desiring But This right generous Prince still walking fit Within the Path which Tyrants neuer hit Onely restraind all Publique Insolence By th'euen-born Raines of his own Innocence Giuing so little hold to Mal-contents Taking at sharp Reproofs so small Offence That by effect his Royall Soule did showe That in the same no liuelier Flame did glowe Then a Desire so Temperate to frame-him That all might boldly none might iustly blame â— Smooth Soothers poysoning by the Eare the â— Pernitious Weeds who Ivie-like subuert Distort destroy the Trees you climbe vpon Still feeding Vice with such Contagion That seldom Soules who with Applause approâ— Your praising them do ought Praise-worthy louâ— Vizards of Homage Vertues Pestilence Right ill-come were You to This Vertuous Pri◠〈◊〉 shunning aye Your banefull Whisperings â—â—mmon Poisoners of the publique Springs â—rr'd your presence could better brook â—ss-Fault-finder then a Fawner's look â—uch a Noble Minde remote from Vice â—g true Honor loatheth Flatteries â—â—at pleasure took He how extream Delight â— stories where many times hee might â—w him Seife amaz'd to read the things â— said of Kings which none dare say to Kings â— was he rapt how sweetly extased â— that diuine Eternall Will he read â—e with so liberall iust louing hand â—hares to His the Heav'nly-Holy-land â—at which is said of Alexander's loue â—omer's Works whose graces all approue â—well of Him for honoring the Miracles Heav'nly Author speaking in his Oracles â—h as a precious Treasure richly cas't â—ld Cedar had hee neer him plac't â—g it aye his Ioy of Exercises â— uâ— of Vertues the Curb of Vices â—â—ly his Tublik Cares lent Leasure â—nt â—t not in more contenting pleasure Then That so sacred Studie's Fruit imparts To th'healthy Taste of true God-fearing hearts And well appeared by rare rich Effects Of Vertues shining ouer all his Acts That that diuine Seed happy sowne the while Fell in no Thorny Stony Sandy Soile For if that euer Soule did Vice auoid If euer heer meer humane Spirit inioyd Prowes Pietie Prudence and Iustice mixt Without the Foil of Follies Drosse betwixt FroÌ„ proudest Wrong the poorest Right defendinâ— Disdaining Pleasures towards Vice but tending Milde to the Meek to Malapert austere To good men Bountious to the bad Seuere 'T was This braue Prince WhoÌ„ They do best reseâ— In Whom These Vertues most of all assemble Kings of his Time raigning in East and West Reuéring him for such his Greatnes blest Th' Afflicted Princes chose him for Refuge The Strong for Friend Those at Strife for Iudgâ— When they grew weary to dispute their Cause By th' old sharp Argument Kings Furie drawes When Mars vsurping milde Astréa's room In sted of Words their Swords must giue the Doâ— â—en Iniurie with Iniury repelling 〈◊〉 strength of Lawes by stronger Lawes refelling 〈◊〉 back their Own or Others Claim to barr â—y seek their Right in Might their Peace in War Such was S t. LEWIS and Such was wel-neer Own S t. EDWARD and ELIZA deer 〈◊〉 for Her Sex the Salique Law perchance â—s Her Succession to the Saints of France â—ll prime Vertues of a complete Prince â—ake a Saint-King And if euer Since â—ROPE hath seen or any kingdom know'n â—uing Shrine of Both These Saints in One â—ugh some Suspect of the smooth Soothing Crime â—e grosse Neglect of This Ingratefull Time Envie prone
captiue France releast May now the Clergie ingenuously confess God on Thy Side giuing Thy Right Success Crowning Thy Vertues with sacred Oyle Of his own Spirit anointing Thee the while May now in briefe All Frenchmen say sing Thou art Thou ought'st Thou only canst be King But ô some Gangrene Plague or Leprosie O're-spreads vs all a Brand of Mutinie Barnes France to Ashes And but Thou vnidle Bear'st-vp so hard this stumbling Kingdoms Bridle Our State yerst honor'd where the Sun doth rise Would flie in Sparks or die in Atomies Priests strike the Fire the Nobles blow the Coale Of this Consumption People peeuish whole Pleasd with the Blaze do wretched-witched Elves For fuell fooles cast-in their willing Selues O Clergy mindless of your Cure and Coat Becomes it you to cut your Princes throat To kill your King Who in the Wombe of kin To Thousand Kings that Office did begin Who for Your Law Your Altars Your Honors Hath ventur'd oft his blood in many manners Who as deuout to Rome as any Man Fear'd most your roring Bulls of Vatican And canonize amid the sacred Roule Of glorious Saints a Patricidiall Soule Whose bloody hand had stabd with baneful knife The Lords Anointed Him rest of life Ignoble Nobles see You not alas Your King supplanting you your Selues abasse And while you raze this Royall Monarchie You madlie raise a monstrous Anarchie A Chaos rude still whetting day and night Against your Selues the Peoples proud Despight Who hate the Vertuous haue onely Hope T' ensue the Switzers too-rebellious Scope And Thou fond People Who before a Father A wise iust King a valiant Monarch rather Tak'st hundred Tyrants who with tushes fell Will suck thy marrow out crack thy shell To whom the Gold from India's bowels brought Or mid the Sands of shining Tagus sought Seems not so good as doth the Gold they fet From out thy Womb or what thy Tears shall wet No no the French or Deafe or Lethargik Feele not their danger though thus deadly Sick Or if they liue and feele they frantik arm Against their Leach that fain would cure their harm Applying many sound-sweet Medcines fit But They the more increase their furious Fit Yet Courage HENRY six thy Thoughts heeron Pursue braue Prince thy Cure so well begun And sith so little gentle Plaisters thriue Let it be launc't lay-on the Corrosiue Câ—oke me This Hydra whence such MoÌ„sters sprout And with thy Famâ— fill me the World about Follow thy Fortâ—â—e Hills most lofty-browd Stoop to thy Steps swift Riuers swelling proud Dry-vp before thee Armies full of Boast Like Vapoâ—s vanish at Thy sight almost Yea at thy Name alone the strongest Wall And mâ—ssâ—â—st Towrs shake as affraid fall But yet My Liege beware how Thou expose Thy blood so oft among thy bloody Foes Be not too-lauish of thy Life but waigh That Our Good-Hap on Thine dependeth aye But if Thou light regard This lowe Request Of Thy Fames Trumpet list how France at least Presents her to thee not as Once Shee was When Baltik Seas within Her bounds did pass When Nile Euphrate as Her Vnder-Realms Through fruitful Plains rould tributary streams When to proud Spanyards Shee did Kings allow And to Her Lawes imperiall ROME did bow But lean lank bleak weak all too-torn And in a Gulfe of Miseries forlorn Deer Son saith She nay My Defender rather My Staff my Stay my second-founding Father For Grief and Furie I should desperate die I should Selfe stab-mee I should shamefully Stop mine own breath to stint these Cares of mine Wert Thou not Mine my Liege were I not Thine Therfore deer Spouse be of thy Life less lauish Let not My Lord Fames greedy Thirst so rauish Thy dauntless Courage into Dangers need-less Nor too-too-hardy hazard Thee so heed-less A braue great Monarch in Youths heat behoues Once twise or thrise to shew Courageous proues For Prowesse is bright Honors brauest Gate Yea the first Step whereby the Fortunate Climbe Glorie's Mount nothing more in briefe Fires Souldiers Valor then a Valiant Chiefe But afterward he must more warie vvar And with his Wit ofter then Weapon far His spirits contenting with the pleasing-paine Noâ— of a Souldier but Soueraign◠〈…〉 My Soâ— too often hath thine own hand dealt Too-many Blowes which thousands yerst haue felt My Liege too-often hast Thou toyled Thee For Honors Prize braue Prince My Victory Not in thine Arms streÌ„gth but â—hy Yeers length lies Thy Life my Life Thy Death my Death implies If Thou thy Self neglect respect Me though At least some Pittie to thy Country showe Weigh weigh my sad plight if vntimely Death Should ô vntimely reaue My HENRY's breath Euen like a widow-Ship her Pilot lost Her Rudder broke in ragefull Tempest tost Against the horned Rocks or horrid Banks Hoaring the Shore with her dispersed Planks But if too-much Heart of thy life too-careless Too-soone expose thee not to Sisters-spareless I hope to flourish more then e'r in Arts Wealth Honors Manners Vertues Valiant hearts â—ligion Lawes and Thy iust Raign at rest 〈◊〉 Happinesse shall match AVGVSTVS Best FINIS â—ONOR's FARWEL To Her Honorable Frends Or The LADIE HAY's Last Will Copied By a Well-willer in WAKEFVL DREAM Dedicated TO Her R. Honorable Executors TO My Reuerend Friend M r. Doctor Hall NOne should but Thou This Ladies death be grieving None knew so well the Vertues of her life Death 's robd of Her death by Thy labours rife By Thee is Shee in Heav'n Earth still liuing Heav'n by hearing through Thee belieuing Th' eternall Word which taught Her Holy strife Gainst Hell Sin and as becomes a Wife Peace with her Spouse him due Obedience giuing Earth for acting in so gracious measure The twice preacht Lectures of thy Life Tongue Alms Meeknes Mildnes towards Old Young 〈◊〉 giuing wrongs forgetting all Displeasure O happy Seed that fell in such a Ground And happy Soile that such a Seed-man found I. S. TO The Right Honourable Executors Overseers EDWARD Lord Denny IAMES Lord Hay MARY Lady Denny â—â—om Gratitude From Dutie From Affection â—o You my Lords Your HONOR Your Name â—â—â—hout Offence without Mis-sense or Blame â—…iue conceiue consider THIS DIRECTION â—â—â—INST th' Excess the Rage the Insurrection â—ears of Sighs of Sorrowes FOR THIS DAME â—EAD WHO LIVES in Soule in Seed in Fame â—RING Breth Life Strength To THIS COLLECTIOÌ„ 〈◊〉 aimed meant FOR quick kind keen CORRECTIOÌ„ â—en of Minds of Manners OVT OF FRAME â—ie Court Country ALL TOO-BLAME â—gh Sin 's throgh Satan's throgh our Selues INFECTION â—n Vow Som Verse Som Monument To HONOR â—ought I ought and Thus I Dreamed on-Her I. S. HONOR'S FAREWELL FRom Man-Gods Birth the Scale of Earth to Heau'n Th' Yeer twice Eight hundred twice single Seau'n â—midst the Month which Second Caesar names â—on the Day which Diane weekely clames â—bout the Howre that golden Morpheus vses â—hantastikly to feast perplexed Muses â—hile