Total moue as doth his Part. So if we see the Sunne Moon to veere Their ample Heav'ns haue even the like Cariere But who hath seene a Selflie-turning Stone How then should Earth turn her whole lump alone Let 's therefore boldly with old Truth affirme That th' Earth remaines vnmoueable firme And if wee credit the Geometer Three thousand leagues is her Diameter This Measure of her vast thick Depth is found By th'admirable Compasse of her Round Which hath by test of Arts Experiments More then nine thousand leagues Circumference Yet learned Mappists on a Paper small Draw in Abridgement the whole Type of All And in their Chamber paineless peril-less See in an houre circuit Land and Seas This mighty Globe is but a Point compar'd With th'vpper Globe yet on This Point are shar'd Millions of millions of Man-kinde which plow With Keel Coultar its Twin Back and Brow Man placed thus in This Mid-Point so even Sees alwaies Half of God's great Hall of Heav'n Th' other's beneath him yet abides not there But in a Day doth to him all appeare Ah Soverain Artist ô how few of vs Knowe right the Place where Thou hast plac't vs thus Alas how-many know not to What end Thy gracious Wisdom did them hither send Yet giving Man a quick Intelligence Thou sett'st him iust in the World's Midst that thence Seeing thy Wonders round about him so Knowing himselfe he might Thee better know By th'vsual Circuit of the Heav'nly Ball The Starres appeare vnto vs almost all That We in time obseruing all their Figures Might contemplate their Courses Natures Vigors To view the Stars is honest Recreation To search their Course deserveth Commendation So wee beware with some presuming Sects To pick things future out of their Aspects We must renounce That Errors patronage That what some Dreamers by our Births presage Must needs betide vs tying to their Lawes Our nature governd by a Higher Cause Perhaps the Signes some inclination bring â—nducing hearts to some Affectioning But by Gods grace well may wee varie that â—s neuer forc't by necessary Fate For sure if Man by strong Necessitie â—oo any Ill ill meriteth not Hee â—id Starres constraine vs neither Vertue then â—or Vice were worth Praise or Reproofe in Men. If any way the Will of Man be free On These Effects what IudgemeÌ„ts ground can bee What Certaintie can from the Starres be knowne Of Weal or Woe Life Death or Thrall or Throne When Kings are born be many born beside Must all be Destin'd to be Kings that tide Oft many at-once are hangd or drownd or slaine Did all at-once their groaning Mothers paine Who can conceiue that such or such Aspect Is good or bad boads Life or Deaths Effect Who can produce so sure Prognostications Of our fraile Life so full of Alterations Certain's that Art which shewes the daily Course Of restlesse Starres their influence force But Divination 's an vncertaine Skill Full of fond Error false and fayling still What booted Lord our huÌ„blest Vowes to Thee Were their Conclusions certaine Veritie Disastrous Fate would mate vs with Despaire And frustrate all religious Faith and Prayer Were it their Sayings were right certain true Then of necessity must all ensue But if Events their Verdicts often thwart False is their Aime fallible their Art Obserue the Works those subtle Authors write Th' are so ambiguous or so false out-right That if somtimes some Truth they chance to hit They 'll counterpoize a hundred lyes for it Too-busie-bold with Thee they Lord presume And to themselues Thine Office they assume Who by Star-gazing or ought else belowe Dare arrogate the Future to fore-knowe Wee hardly see what hangeth at our Eyes How should we read the Secrets of the Skyes None knowes To-morrow what betide him shall How then fore-tell Years Fortunes yer they fall Then leaue we All to GOD's high Prouidence Not list'ning for To-morrow-Dayes Events â—etter then We Hee knowes what 's meet to send Then feare we nothing but Him to offend O! Thou All-knower Nothing more hath thrust â—roud Man from Thee then This Ambitious-lust Of knowing All for by that Arrogance â—n stead of Knowledge got He Ignorance Man nothing knowes nor nothing comprehends â—ut by the Power which Thy pure Spirit him lends 〈◊〉 then Thy Wisedom haue so bounded His Why would He hold more then His Measure is Let 's humbly stoop our Wits with all Sinceritie Vnto Thy Word there let vs seek the Veritie And all Predictions that arise not Thence Let vs reiect for impious Insolence Let vs repute all Divination vaine Which is derived from man's fuming braine By Lots by Characters or Chyromancie By Birds or Beasts or damned Necromancie Let 's also fly the furious-curious Spel Of those Black-Artists that consult with Hel To finde things lost and Pluto's helpe invoke For hoorded Gold where oft they find but smoake He 's fond that thinks Fiends in his Ring to coop Or in a knife them by a Charm to hoop Such as haue try'd those Courses for the most Haue felt in fine Their malice to their cost Woe woe to Them that leaue the living GOD To follow Fiends and Montibanks abroad Seeking for Light dark dreaming Sorceries And for the Truth th'erronious Prince of Lyes Condemning therefore all pernitious Arts Let 's be contented with our proper Parts Let 's meekly seeke what may be safely known Without vsurping GOD's peculiar own W'haue Stuff ynough besides our time to spend And Our short life can hardly comprehend The halfe of halfe the Wonders licenst vs To search knowe and soberly discusse The smallest Garden vsually containes Roots Fruits Flowres sufficient for the paines Of one man's life their natures to descry When will he know all Creatures propertie Earth's but a Point compard to th'vpper Globe Yet who hath seen but halfe her vtter Robe Omitting All her Inwards All her Water When shall we then see All this vast Theater What heer wee see wee see is Exquisite What 's This to That so far aboue our Sight â—xcelling faire what to our Eye is sensible â—ven to our Soule the rest 's incomprehensible Who then can vaunt himselfe Omni-scient â—oâ—e then All-sin-less pure and Innocent 〈◊〉 none 's all-guiltlesse in thy glorious Eyes â—here's none all-knowing thy high Mysteries Yet must we praise glorifie thee fit â—…r that wee knowe and for our good by it â—here is no Pleasure can be comparable 〈◊〉 Contemplation of Thy Wondrous Table There-on the more wee muse the more we may So our Delight Desire increases ay Of finding Thee and that divine Desire Calming our Cares quencheth our fleshly Fire All other Pleasures haue displeasures mixt Ioyes meet Annoyes Smiles haue Tears betwixt Yea all Delights of Earth haue ever been Fellow'd or follow'd with some tragike Teen But Who of Thee Thine contemplates ever Scapes all the Fits of th'hot-cold cruell Fever Of Fear of Loue of Avarice Ambition Which haunts all others with small
permit not So to say â—ill be Said and Sworne another-Day â—en swelling Clowds that dare Eclipse our Sun 〈◊〉 by His Rayes dispersed be vndone â—HE Him-selfe in his Own splendor shine As our IVST-MASTER learned diuine â—nd if that euer for the Time to come â—e haue bin Hope of like in CHRISTENDOM â—e was a Prince and is a Prince with GOD â—e Name is deer and deer the Dust he trod Whose Memory My Teares must euer mix On Whom all Eyes in Whom all Hearts did fix Whose Vertues Haruest ripened in his Spring HENRY was made a Saint before a King Leauing his Brother where His Best re-flowres Sole Heire apparant to His Hopes and Ours And if yet vnder Heav'ns gilt-azure Cope There now remaine Another liuing Hope Of new S t. LEWIS or His like again For godly goodly gracious glorious Raign With Blesse to BRITAN and the Sacred Flock Not built on Peter's ROME but Peter's Rock This This is Hee My Patrone and my Prince PANARETVS Whose Pupil-Excellence Boads in his Age to make This Poëm seem No Poëm but a Prophecie of HIM For neuer was there Sonne more like to Sire In face or grace or Ought that Wee admire Then is Our CHARLES in his yong Vertues Spriâ— Like th' happy Non-Age of that Holy King Like his Owne Father like his Onely Brother So as Hee seems rather The same then Other For Gracious Gifts Natiue Goodnes tilld By like graue Tutors in their Function skilld O Thou All-Giuer Fountaine of all Good â—ure daily downe vpon This Hopefull Bud 〈◊〉 Deawes of Grace shine on it from aboue 〈◊〉 mildest Rayes of Mercie and of Loue â—sted of Suckers send it Succours still 〈◊〉 feed the Root that That the rest may fill â—th liuely Verdure of a fruitfull Sap â—oad with Plentie euery Vertuous Lap â—athe on it Blessings leaue no Weed with-out 〈◊〉 Worm with-in it hedge it round-about â—m Boares and Beasts domesticall Stranger 〈◊〉 Wylde Wylie Where least Dread most Danger â—t it may kindly spring and timely spred â—ulk and Branch with leaues that neuer shed â—er whose Shade mine Aged Muse may warble â—e Monument out-lasting Brasse Marble â—wan-like notes to My Mecoenas Honor â—en Hee bestowes some Nest of Rest vpon-her â—or may my Vowes ingratefully forget Other Branch in Other Soile new-set â—se tender Leaues shaken with Sighs of Ours â—ed of Tears haue dropped Siluer showers â—ole My Thirst my Cares to cure or calm 〈◊〉 timely Vse of Bounties princely Balm O Sea of Bounties neuer-dryed Source So water it with Thy rich Fauours Course That Happy thriuing by her PALATINE The Royall Issue of Their Rosie-Vine From Rhine and Ister may to Tiber spred And ouer-topping ROMES vsurping Head From Bramble Kings recouer CEASARS Seat With greater Sway theÌ„ CONSTANTINE the Greâ— Great Arbitrer whose Counsails none can sound Who canst all Thrones confirm and all confound Conferring Kingdoms and transferring them How When Where Thou wilt from Stem to Stem Establish Lord in Royall IAMES his Race These Kingdoms Geatnes Thy Kingdoms Grace Prosper our DAVID bless his SALOMON That after Them vpon GREAT-BRITAN's Thâ—â— Maugre Hells malice the Rage of ROME Their roaring Bulls their Charms their Arms to-comâ— Their Powder Plots their Pistols Poysons Kniues And All their Iesuites murdrous Art contriues Their Seed may sit and neuer Other hand Then STVARTS sway the Sceptre of This Land Wise Great Good STVARTS that may shine as câ— As This S t. LEWIS both in Heav'n Heer AMEN A â—YMN of ALMS OR THE BEGGERS BELL heard from beyond THE CHARTER-HOVSE To ring All-in To The Temple of CHARITIE In an Eccho Iterated Consecrated To The right-right Reuerend Double-Honorable Father GEORGE ABBOT L. Arch-Bishop of Canterbury c. By IOSVAH SYLVESTER TO My Lord of Canterbury His Grace MY Wit weak Orphan weaned too-too-yong FroÌ„ PALLAS Brest too-too-Truant-bred Not as too wanton but too wanting led â—om Arts to Marts and Miseries among â—else perhaps besides du BARTAS sung â—me natiue Strains the grauest might haue read â—nd to your Grace now grately tendered â—me fitter Sound then This rude Bell hath rung â—sith it tends to drown th'Heavn-reaching Cry 〈◊〉 Blood heer shed by Luxe and Auarice â—d to awake the World to CHARITIE â—reof Your Life so liuely Pattern is â—opitious pardon mine officious Zeal This lowd Eccho of a lowder Peal Your Graces most bounden humble Bead-man IOSVAH SYLVESTER AD Eundem Praesulem praeoptimum EPIGRAMMA Ex lat I. O. 1611. â—…ane Oxford's Head Soone Winton's Dean Thou wert â—…one Litchfield had thee Her Diocesan â—…e London had thee Hers by Thy Desert â—…e England ioyes Thee Metropolitan â—…e by the King call'd to His Counsailes High â—hat shall I wish thee late but late to die Eiusdem Amplissimi ANAGRAMMA Duplex Georgius Abbot Gregis Tuba böo Subitò gregabo AD Reuerendissimum Dominum â—piscopum Londinensem EPIGRAMMA Ex lat I. O. 1611. â—e learned KING the learnedst King elected â—reat LONDON's Pastor which Thee glad-expected â—s are wont that hunt for such Reward â—it Art sue in the SEE's Vacation KING the King th'Arch-Bishop call'd prefard â—itie too Thou hadst thy SEE's Vocation Eiusdem Praeconis disertissimi ANAGRAMMA Iohannes King Oh Igni-Canens A HYMNE of ALMES ALMES holy Gift vouchsafed from aboue Is a sure Pledge and Symbole of that Loue â—ch GOD iust Steward as a Deaw poures-out Earth exposd to empty Aier about â—from this Vnion from this constant League â—n time to time Mankinde doth duely beg â—at the Sun imparts his powers vnto â—uing Creatures and vn-liuing too â—at our Being Begging may we call 〈◊〉 of her Maker Nature borrowes all â—st Vsurers and Churles Vnthankfulnes 〈◊〉 to CHRIST's Members shew them Mercy-less â—e that for GOD but a good Motion hath â—ing his Minde vp to the Milkie Path â—mire there nameless what he cannot knowe â—'eye of Reason where yet shineth though â—un of Righteousnes as th'vsuall Sun â—ugh Crannies shines into a Dungeon He He I say that hath but Nature's sense For Faith for Law but natiue Innocence In his simplicity hath alwaies care To practise ALMES ALMES to receiue share So common 't is with sociable Man To giue and take the mutual ALMES he can Yea in our Cradles yet our Tongues can craue We beg with Cries what we had need to haue The Heav'ns dispensing sacred Influences Predominant in Birth of Poore and Princes Aboundantly with bountious Ouer-plus Poure th' Hebrew 's Manna many waies on Vs To teach that We by sundry Charities Should mildely ease each others Miseries Euen as the Opal in his orient lustre Where various colours of all Stones doe muster Shewes the rare Riches of the Pearly East Almes is The Glass of wel-bred soules and blest Shewing each other Vertue 's sacred Quality In th'Heav'n-allyed Man of Liberality ALMES are the Caement of this round Theatâ— Where in a differing kinde Earth Aier and Water Intend the same thing liberally to giue Their
his deceipt dispoild of all was Theirs Those valiant Romans Victors of all Lands They plac't not Honour there where now it stands Nor thought it lay in making of the Sword Interpreter of euerie Priuate word Nor stood vpon Puntillios for Repute As now-adayes your Duellers pursew't But from their Cradle traind in Rules more fitt They nether knew th' abuse nor vse as yet Of Challenges Appells and Seconds-ayde But when the Lawes their Bridle loose had layd For Publique Glory gainst a Publique Foe There Honors point there Valors proofe to show But when behoou'd brauely and first to front An Armies force or beare their suddaine Brunt Or larded thick with darts victorious die Vpon a Breach or on a Rampire high Or leap aliue into a yawning Hell To saue their Citie from Infection fell Liu'd neuer Men that lesser feared death More-daring Valor neuer yet had breath Witnes vnto this day th' vndaunted harts In Curtius Decius and Horatius Parts With many Worthies more Immortaliz'd Which for their Countries haue Selues sacrifiz'd And whose braue deeds whose honors whose deserts Moue more Despaire then Enuy in Mens harts For dying so Garlands glorious Verse Not Cries Teares honord their happy Herse Their Flower of Fame shall neuer neuer shed Because their Death their Country profited Wheras the death which brings now brainsick Youth Vnto their Graue deserues but Tears and Ruth Their Courage casts them euen away for nought Without Memoriall saue a Mournfull Thought Which banning but the furie that inflam'd-them Honors enough if that it haue not blam'd-them O what a number of Couragious Knights Abortiuely haue in These Single Fights Lost the faire Hope the World conceiu'd of them Haue idlely frustred of their Valors gem Their gratious Prince who iustly might expect Against his Foes their forward Worths effect And sacrilegious to their Wrath haue giuen And headdy Rage whereby they haue been driuen The Sacrifice which with more sacred zeale They ought to God their King their Cōmonweale Ynow to make could they return from death Such as they were when heer they lost their breath Not a sole Squadron but an Hoast of Men Whose Acts alone would furnish euery Pen An Hoast of Hectors and Achilleses Caesars and Scipios who by Land and Seas Following Great HENRY for their Generall Mought if he wold haue made him Lord of ALL. Where now they lie in an inglorious Toombe Longing for Light vntill the Day of Doome Or lower in eternall Dungeons dwell With Ghosts Shadowes skirmishing in Hell This mischief therefore springing day by day And spreading so as nought his course can stay And seeing too mine Honour blurr'd with Blame When these rash Mad-caps doo vsurpe my Name To be from henceforth from the Rage exempt Of such as turn my glorie to contempt And thus deface my Vertues grace with Vice I hop't els-whear some holier Exercise And rather would hearts so intemperous Should not inioy mee then imploy mee thus Here Andria ceast The Angell gracefully Humours her Anger with this milde Reply Certes faire Nymph your Plaint hath Right Truth But yet excuse the boyling heat of Youth Perhaps 't is harder then you ween precise To be at-once a French-man Yong and Wise This Euill from This inborn Error springs That a Braue Mynde when wrongd in any things Hee weens himselfe if so hee Armes professe Must no-whear seek but in his Sword redresse And that an Eye a No a Nod a Nick 's Ynough t' offend a Noble sense and quick Permitious Error which dooth vndermine Both Martial Thrones and Ciuill and Diuine For to no end the Publique Sword shall serue If euerie man may with his Priuate carue And then in vain are Souueraine Princes Lawes When Subiects dare Themselues decide their Cause But I beleue This Madnes will no more Praecipitate their courage as before The curb of Law which by their prudent Prince Is now new made against This Insolence Will barr their Boldnes and directing meane How This deer Honour saued whole and clean A gallant Spirit wronged in any kinde May lawfully his Satisfaction finde Will bind their hands euen glew-in their blades Till when some Foe the Common Right invades In forward Zeal of their deere Countries good It shal be honour euen to dyue in blood Disposed therefore to expect Amends Dispatch the Order which Heauens Monarch sends And goe not hence whear thou art so renown'd Till all the world be but This Empires bound Were it for nothing but That Rising Sunne Whereon all Eyes already haue begunne Both Friends Foes to fixe their Hopes and Fears That braue Yong Prince who from his cradle bears Thine Image in his eyes and in his armes Thine Exercise in euery kind of Armes Surely said Andria ' thad been hard to find A stronger Charm heere to arrest my mind Chiefly heere liuing my Soules Sympathie His Father rather that same other I For as in th' one I am a Miracle So will I be a match-lesse Spectacle In th' other too when to his Ancient Right His daring Sword shall make his Claime by Fight Whether his Armies royall Front aspire Those craggy Hills whose Name is taen from Fire Or tend vnto those fruitfull Plaines which spred Toward Böotes and Hyperions Bed Whose Princes in their Fables Antique-fram'd Counts among Kings Kings among Counts are nam'd After these words pronounc't with voice gest As Oracles are wont to be exprest Both took their flight throgh the thin chrystall Aire Towards the Place appointed for Repaire Of all the rest of Royall Vertues Band Which were conuented by Heauens high Cōmand Royall Eumenia was already come And simple-mannerd Pistia thought by some Long-since exiled from the World and Shee Who from afarre doth all Euents fore-see There was apparant by illustrious things Faire Euergesia Ornament of Kings And firme Hypomonè with her Twin-sister Cartéria and She whose Patrone and Assister Are often shent Alethia little know'n To mortall men no scarce among her owne With vailes and cloaks they doe be-clowd her so Whose spotlesse Selfe should rather naked goe In briefe of all the Vertues summon'd heere There wanted none but Dicea to appeare And S t. Eusebia in her Shadowes hid That long it was yer Her the Angell spid For heer among vs a queint Idol haunts Whose simple habite whose sad countenance Whose lowely look whose language mildly meek Whose zeale-like gestures whose postures like So counterfeit Her with the Maske it makes That many times the wisest it mis-takes You 'ld think her hart had onely God for Ioy Her Exercise onely to fast and pray That she abhorrs the World and lodg'd therein Liues as the Fish that out of waterbin That burning Zeal of Heauen consumes her so That all seemes bitter that shee tastes belowe Yet all the while This hollow Holy-Tricks Doats but of Honours dreames of Bishopriks Thirsts for Promotion thrusts for Primacie Hunts glorie still yet seemes it to defie Neuer does good but for some great applause Nor
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
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
Of Either Sex of Every Sort must die Yea th' INNOCENT for Our imputed Ill Who came not Lawes to break but to ful-fill The Son of GOD The Son of MAN become Th' Immortal yielded to This mortal Doome â—o that for Sin no Son of MAN hath breath But once must dye Wages of SIN is Death As for the reason Why it comes to passe Somtimes that Age seems to haue turn'd his Glasse While oftentimes Youth's yer it seem begun Is crackt or broken or already run Why Lillies Roses Gillie-flowers be reft When Nettles Thistles Hemlocks heere be left Why Cedres Okes Vines Oliues rather fall Then Brush and Bryars good for nought at all Let Flesh and Blood let Dust be rather mute Then with His MAKER sawcily dispute Yet heer me thinks but little Question needs Doe not We rather gather Herbes then Weeds Doe not We take the timber for our turn And leaue the Dottrells in their time to burn And in the Shambles who is it but would Be rather sped of yong Flesh then of old And yet in Season when we see it good Wee weed our Gardens fell our Vnder-wood And kill old Cattell least they goar the yong Or fall away or mix some Mange among Much like the Lord who knoweth best all Season And best obserues But will we vrge his Reason His Reason is His WIL His Wil is iust Or rather Iustice which His Power must In Wisedome execute right vnderstood To His Owne Glory and His Childrens Good Wherein His Goodnes through His Mercy shines To cleer and cheer devout and humble mindes For to the Godly in despight of Hell Heav'n maketh all things to re-issue well Heer heer 's a Harbour heer 's a quiet Shore From Sorrowe's Surges all Storms that rore This is Cap Comfort a high Promontorie Of richer Store then heer is roome to storie Heer let vs bide and ride-out all Events With Anchor Hope and Cable Patience Vntill our Bark some happy Gale shall driue Home to the Haven where we would All arriue Come Noble Vi-Count put into This Bay Where with a Light our A'M'RAL leads the way Though deepest laden the most distrest The greatest Ship of Burthen and the best HIM boldly follow though heer as CHIEF In Grief as Greatnes His must drown your Grief Count it an Honour to be call'd to try Your Vertue 's Valour in your Soveraine's eye Wee All partake His Cross His Losse is Ours But His Affections to the life are Yours The neerer then You match His mournful fate His royal Patience neerer imitate And you sad Lady Mother of annoy For hauing lost the prime Sonne of your Ioy Ah! see the Soveraine of your Sex hath so Some think it ease to haue some peer in Woe But such a PEER and such a Pattern too Should much me thinks confirm comfort You To beare-vp hard into this happy Road And lighten somwhat of Your heauy Load The rather sith besides the Happinesse Which now aboue your Darling doth possesse The Crown the Kingdome and the Companie Of All the holy heauenly HIERARCHIE Besides your Mess of goodly GRACES left Whose WORTH froÌ„ Al the Prize of Worth hath reft Foure louely Nymphs foure Rivers as it were Your veines of Vertue through the Land to bear You haue another Model of The same To propagate renowned SIDNEY'S Name Another like in every part to proue As worthy of our Honor and your Loue In whom if now You IOB-like bear this Cross Heav'n may restore you manifold your Loss FINIS THE SECOND SESSION of the PARLIAMENT of Vertues Reall Continued by Prorogation For better Propagation of all true Piëtie Vtter Extirpation of ATHEISME HYPOCRISIE AVARICE CRVELTIE PRIDE LVXVRIE From th' Originall Transcribed Inscribed To the High-Hopefull CHARLES Prince of Great Britaine By IOSVAH SYLVESTER A DIVINE TRVE TRAGI-COMEDY IOB TRIVMPHANT in his Triall OR THE HISTORIE OF His Heroicall Patience In A measured METAPHRASE To ARTHVRS CASTLE call'd by ART'S CHAST LVRE My Hope Heere Hasteth For My HART 's LAST CVRE Sir YOV haue seene In My PANARETVS A SVVEET IDEA Of Our hopes in YOU A REAL ACT of That Ideall VIEVVE In My LEVVâ—… Roy â—… Vertue Heer more HEROIK and more HOLY-True I bring Your Highness Yet A Higher Peece Past all the Patternâ—… of old Rome Greece Faith 's PATIENT Champion in His Triumph due Farre bee His Crosses FroÌ„ my Prince I pray Neer bee His Course As the most Completâ—… In sacred GRACES that beseeme The GREAT Towards God and Man in Cleer or Clowdy Day So much More needfull In This Sin-full Age By How Much Satan neer his end doth rage VVith VVhom and His the better Aye to wras tle Great Michael gard strengthen ARTHVRS CASTLE praies Prostrate Iosuah Sylvester To the Right Reuerend Honorable FAther GEORGE ABBOT Lord ARCH-Bishop OF CANTERBVRY IN Grate-full HONOR Of Your MANY Giftes Of GRACE NATVRE Apted to Your Place This DORIKE Piller My DEVOTION liftes To shewe Heere After What We owe your Grace Both for Your Prudence And Your Pious Zeale Learning And Labour In Your Double Charge Swaying The CHVRCH Staying the CoÌ„mon-Weal Most STVDIOVS Euer EITHER to Enlarge And Last not least of all For CONSTANT standing On Right 's vveake Side Against the tide of wrong When PHILISTINES And Daliladies banding With Armes or Charmes Would bind or blind the Strong In Honor of these Honors this I bring To Reuerend ABBOT His Second KING VESTER SYL VESTER Deditissimus TO The Right Honourable The Lord ELESMORE L. High Chancelour of England * THOMAS EGERTONVS Anagramma * NESTOR THEOMAGVS GRaue * GOD-WISE NESTOR Neuer did a Name Saue A IVST MASTER better speak a man As Court Councell with Mee witnes can Than doth Your Owne in This Your Anagram Should I A Volume of Your Vertues frame Broad as my Brest Thicker then my Span Could I say More more True more Duly than The Character concluded in This same For * PIOVS-Prudence cannot but be Iust And Iustice cannot but be Temperate And Temperance from Courage issue must So that Your Name doth Your whole Life relate So NESTOR-like for grace-full * Godly-Sage That Nothing wants but what we wish His Age. Ex Animo exoptat Iosuah Sylvester To the Right Honourable WILLIAM HARBERT Earle of Penbroke Lord Chamberlaine c. PATIENCE preuailes when Passions are vndon This doth This Volume truly intimate So doth Your Vertue firm and fortunate Now cheer'd with Radiance of our Royall Sun O! long and Happy may Hee shine vpon So Noble a Plant mo Such to propagate So Grace-full Vse-full both in Court and State Help-full to All Hurt-full at-all to None Among Those Many whom your Worth hath won Of either Sexe of euery Age and State With glad Applauses to congratulate The worthie Honour of Your Charge begun Though not perhaps so long and lowd as Many Accept My AVE as Deuout as Any Your Lordships most obliged Iosuah Sylvester To the Right