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A35654	Poems and translations with the Sophy / written by the Honourable Sir John Denham, Knight of the Bath.	Denham, John, Sir, 1615-1669.; Denham, John, Sir, 1615-1669. Sophy.; Virgil. Aeneis. Liber 2. English.	1668 (1668)	Wing D1005; ESTC R4710	83,594	304

Though in the active part they cannot serve In action Learned Counsellours their Age Profession or Disease forbids t' ingage Nor to Philosophers is praise deny'd Whose wise Instructions After-ages guide Yet vainly most their Age in study spend No end of writing Books and to no end Beating their brains for strange and hidded things Whose Knowledge nor Delight nor Profit brings Themselves with doubts both day and night perplex Nor Gentle Reader please or teach but vex Books should to one of these four ends conduce For Wisdom Piety Delight or Use. What need we gaze upon the spangled Sky Or into Matters hidden Causes pry To describe every City Stream or Hill I' th World our fancy with vain Arts to fill What is 't to hear a Sophister that pleads Who by the Ears the deceiv'd Audience leads If we were wise these things we should not mind But more delight in easie matters find Learn to live well that thou may'st dye so too To live and dye is all we have to do The way if no Digression's made is even And free access if we but ask is given Then seek to know those things which make us blest And having found them lock them in thy Breast Enquiring then the way go on nor slack But mend thy pace nor think of going back Some their whole Age in these enquiries wast And dye like Fools before one step they past 'T is strange to know the way and not t' advance That Knowledge is far worse then Ignorance The Learned teach but what they teach not do And standing still themselves make others go In vain on Study time away we throw When we forbear to act the things we know The Souldier that Philosopher well blam'd Who long and loudly in the Schools declaim'd Tell said the Souldier venerable Sir Why all these Words this Clamour and this stir Why do disputes in wrangling spend the day Whilst one says only yea and t' other nay Oh said the Doctor we for Wisdom toyl'd For which none toyls too much the Souldier smil'd Y' are gray and old and to some pious use This mass of Treasure you should now reduce But you your store have hoarded in some bank For which th' Infernal Spirits shall you thank Let what thou learnest be by practise shown 'T is said that Wisdoms Children make her known What 's good doth open to th' enquirer stand And it self offers to th' accepting hand All things by Order and true Measures done Wisdom will end as well as she begun Let early care thy main Concerns secure Things of less moment may delays endure Men do not for their Servants first prepare And of their Wives and Children quit the care Yet when we 're sick the Doctor 's fetch 't in haste Leaving our great concernment to the last When we are well our hearts are only set Which way we care not to be Rich or Great What shall become of all that we have got We only know that us it follows not And what a trifle is a moments Breath Laid in the Scale with everlasting Death What 's Time when on Eternity we think A thousand Ages in that Sea must sink Time 's nothing but a word a million Is full as far from Infinite as one To whom thou much dost owe thou much must pay Think on the Debt against th' accompting-accompting-day God who to thee Reason and Knowledge lent Will ask how these two Talents have been spent Let not low Pleasures thy high Reason blind He 's mad that seeks what no man e're could find Why should we fondly please our Sense wherein Beasts us exceed nor feel the stings of sin What thoughts Man 's Reason better can become Then th' expectation of his welcom home Lords of the World have but for Life their Lease And that too if the Lessor please must cease Death cancels Natures Bonds but for our Deeds That Debt first paid a strict account succeeds If here not clear'd no Surety-ship can Bail Condemned Debtors from th' Eternal Goal Christ's Blood 's our Balsom if that cures us here Him when our Judge we shall not find severe His yoke is easie when by us embrac'd But loads and galls if on our Necks 't is cast Be just in all thy actions and if joyn'd With those that are not never change thy mind If ought obstruct thy course yet stand not still But wind about till thou have topp'd the Hill To the same end Men several Paths may tread As many Doors into one Temple lead And the same hand into a fist may close Which instantly a Palm expanded shows Justice and Faith never forsake the Wise Yet may occasion put him in Disguise Not turning like the wind but if the state Of things must change he is not obstinate Things past and future with the present weighs Nor credulous of what vain rumour says Few things by Wisdom are at first believ'd An easie Ear deceives and is deceiv'd For many Truths have often past for Lies And Lies as often put on Truths Disguise As Flattery too oft like Friendship shows So them who speak plain Truth we think our Foes No quick reply to dubious questions make Suspence and caution still prevent mistake When any great design thou dost intend Think on the means the manner and the end All great Concernments must delays endure Rashness and haste make all things unsecure And if uncertain thy Pretensions be Stay till fit time wear out uncertainty But if to unjust things thou dost pretend E're they begin let thy Pretensions end Let thy Discourse be such that thou may'st give Profit to others or from them receive Instruct the Ignorant to those that live Under thy care good rules and patterns give Nor is 't the least of Vertues to relieve Those whom afflictions or oppressions grieve Commend but sparingly whom thou dost love But less condemn whom thou dost not approve Thy Friend like Flattery too much Praise doth wrong And too sharp censure shews an evil tongue But let inviolate Truth be always dear To thee even before Friendship Truth prefer Then what thou mean'st to give still promise less Hold fast the Power thy Promise to increase Look forward what 's to come and back what 's past Thy life will be with Praise and Prudence grac'd What loss or gain may follow thou may'st guess Thou then wilt be secure of the success Yet be not always on affairs intent But let thy thoughts be easie and unbent When our Minds Eyes are dis-ingag'd and free They clearer farther and distinctly see They quicken sloth perplexities untye Make roughness smooth and hardness mollifie And though our hands from labour are releast Yet our minds find even when we sleep no rest Search not to find how other Men offend But by that Glass thy own offences mend Still seek to learn yet care not much from whom So it be Learning or from whence it come Of thy own actions others judgments learn Often by small great matters we discern

and hadst thou been present Thou wouldst have done the same for thou art happy Compar'd to me I am not only miserable But wicked too thy miseries may find Pity and help from others but mine make me The scorn and the reproach of all the world Thou like unhappy Merchants whose adventures Are dasht on rocks or swallowed up in storms Ow'st all thy losses to the Fates but I Like wastful Prodigals have cast away My happiness and with it all mens pity Thou seest how weak and wretched guilt can make Even Kings themselves when a weak womans anger Can master mine Princess And your sorrow As much o'recomes my anger and turns into melting pity King Pity not me nor yet deplore your husband But seek the safety of your son his innocence Will be too weak a guard when nor my greatness Nor yet his fathers vertues could protect us Go on my Boy the just revenge of all To Soffy Our wrongs I recommend to thee and Heaven I feel my weakness growing strong upon me Exeunt Death thou art he that wilt not flatter Princes That stoops not to authority nor gives A specious name to tyranny but shews Our actions in their own deformed likeness Now all those cruelties which I have acted To make me great or glorious or secure Look like the hated crimes of other men Enter Physician King O save save me who are those that stand And seem to threaten me Phy. There 's no body 't is nothing But some fearful dream King Yes that 's my brothers ghost whose birth-right stood 'Twixt me and Empire like a spreading Cedar That grows to hinder some delightful prospect Him I cut down Next my old Fathers Ghost whom I impatient To have my hopes delay'd hastned by violence before his fatal day Then my enraged Son who seems to becken And hale me to him I come I come ye Ghosts The greatest of you all but sure one hell 's Too little to contain me and too narrow For all my crimes Dies Enter Mirvan and Haly at several doors Haly. Go muster all the City-Bands pretend it To prevent sudden tumulrs But indeed to settle the succession Mir. My Lord you are too sudden you 'l take 'em unprepar'd Alas you know their consciences are tender Scandal and scruple must be first remov'd They must be pray'd and preach'd into a tumult But for succession Let us agree on that there 's Calamah The eldest Son by the Arabsan Lady A gallant youth Ha. I too gallant his proud spirit will disdain To owe his greatness to anothers gift Such gifts as Crowns transcending all requital Turn injuries No Mirvan he must be dull and stupid lest he know Wherefore we made him King Mir. But he must be good natur'd tractable And one that will be govern'd Ha. And have so much wit to know whom he 's beholding to Mir. But why my Lord should you look further than your self Ha. I have had some such thoughts but I consider The Persian State will not endure a King So meanly born no I 'le rather be the same I am In place the second but the first in power Solyman the Son of the Georgian Lady Shall be the man what noyse is that Enter Messenger Mess My Lord the Princes late victorious Army Is marching towards the Palace breathing nothing But fury and revenge to them are joyn'd All whom desire of change or discontent Excites to new attempts their Leaders Abdal and Morat Ha. Abdal and Morat Mirvan we are lost fallen from the top Of all our hopes and cast away like Saylers Who scaping Seas and Rocks and Tempests perish I' th' very Port so are we lost i' th' sight And reach of all our wishes Mir. How has our intelligence fail'd us so strangely Ha. No no I knew they were in mutiny But they could ne're have hurt us Had they not come at this instant period This point of time had he liv'd two days longer A pardon to the Captains and a largess Among the Souldiers had appeas'd their fury Had he dy'd two days sooner the succession Had as we pleas'd been settled and secur'd By Soffy's death Gods that the world should turn On minutes and on moment Mir. My Lord lose not your self In passion but take counsel from necessity I 'le to 'em and will let them know The Prince is dead and that they come too late To give him liberty for love to him Has bred their discontents I 'le tell them boldly That they have lost their hopes Ha. And tell them too As they have lost their hopes o' th' one they have lost Their fears o' th' other tell their Leaders we desire Their counsel in the next succession Which if it meet disturbance Then we shall crave assistance from their power Which Fate could not have sent in a more happy hour Exit Mirvan Enter Lords Caliph Cal. My Lord Ye hear the news the Princes Army is at the gate Ha. I I hear it and feel it here Aside But the succession that 's the point That first requires your counsel Cal. Who should succeed but Soffy Ha. What! in such times as these when such an Army Lies at our gates to chuse a Child our King You my Lord Caliph are better read in story And can discourse the fatal consequences When Children reign Cal. My Lords if you 'l be guided By reason and example Enter Abdal and Morat Ha. My Lords you come most opportunely we were entring Into dispute about the next succession Ab. Who dares dispute it we have a powerful argument Of forty thousand strong that shall confute him Cal. A powerful argument indeed Ab. I such a one as will puzzle all your Logick And distinctions to answer it And since we came too late for the performance Of our intended service to the Prince The wronged Prince we cannot more express Our loyalty to him than in the right Of his most hopeful Son Ha. But is he not too young Mor. Sure you think us so too but he and we Are old enough to look through your disguise And under that to see his Fathers Enemies A Guard there Enter Guard Mor. Seize him and you that could shew reason or example Ha. Seize me for what Ab. Canst thou remember such a name as Mirza And ask for what Ha. That name I must remember and with horrour But few have dyed for doing What they had dy'd for if they had not done It was the Kings command and I was only Th' unhappy minister Ab. I such a minister as wind to fire That adds an accidental fierceness to Its natural fury Mor. If 't were the Kings command 't was first thy malice Commanded that command and then obey'd it Ha. Nay if you have resolv'd it truth and reason Are weak and idle arguments But let me pity the unhappy instruments Of Princes wills whose anger is our fate And yet their love 's more fatal than their hate Ab. And how well that love hath been requited Mirvan your

Letter Post. Sir upon your late command To guard the passages and search all packets This to the Prince was intercepted King opens it and reads it to him self King Here Abdal read it Abdal reads The Letter Ab. reads Sir we are assured how unnaturally your fathers intentions Are towards you and how cruel towards us we have Made an escape not so much to seek our own As to be instruments of your safety We will be In arms upon the borders upon your command Either to seek danger with you or to receive you If you please to seek safety with us King Now my Lords Alas my fears are causless and ungrounded Fantastick dreams and melancholick fumes Of crazy stomacks and distempered brains Has this convinc'd you Mor. Sir we see Some reason you should fear but whom we know not 'T is possible these Turks may play the Villains Knowing the Prince the life of all our hopes Staff of our Age and pillar of our Empire And having fail'd by force may use this Art To ruine him and by their treason here To make their peace at home Now should this prove a truth when he ha's suffered Death or disgrace which are to him the same 'T will be too late to say you were mistaken And then to cry him mercy Sir we beseech you A while suspend your doom till time produce Her wonted off-spring Truth King And so expecting The event of what you think shall prove the experiment Of what I fear but since he is my son I cannot have such violent thoughts toward him As his towards me he only shall remain A prisoner till his death or mine enlarge him Ex. Lords Man Haly. Solyman peeps in King Away away we 're serious Sol. But not so serious to neglect your safety King Art thou in earnest Sol. Nay Sir I can be serious as well as my betters King What 's the matter Sol. No I am an inconsiderable fellow and know nothing King Let 's hear that nothing then Sol. The Turks Sir King What of them Sol. When they could not overcome you by force they 'll Do it by treachery King As how Sol. Nay I can see as far into a milstone as another man They have corrupted some ill-affected persons King What to do Sol. To nourish Jealousies 'twixt you and your Son King My son Where is he Sol. They say he 's posting hither King Haly we are betrayed prevented look to the Ports and let The Guards be doubled how far 's his Army hence Is the City in arms to joyn with him Sol. Arms and joyn with him I understand you not King Didst thou not say the Prince was coming Sol. I heard some foolish people say you had sent for Him as a Traytor which to my apprehension was on Purpose spoken to make you odious and him desperate And so divide the people into faction A Plot of Dangerous consequence as I take it Sir King And is this all thou sawcy trifling fool Haly. Sir this seeming fool is a concealed dangerous knave Under that safe disguise he thinks he may say or do Any thing you 'll little think him the chief conspirator The only spy t' inform the Prince of all is done in Court King Let him be rack't till he confess The whole conspiracy Sol. Rackt I have told you all I know and more There 's nothing more in me Sir but may be squeezed Out without racking only a stoop or two of Wine And if there had not been too much of that you had Not had so much of the other King That 's your cunning sirrah Sol. Cunning Sir I am no Polititian and was ever thought to have Too little wit and too much plain dealing for a States-man Exit King Away with him Ha. But somthing must be done Sir to satisfie the people 'T is not enough to say he did design Or plot or think but did attempt some violence And then some strange miraculous escape For which our Prophet must have publick thanks And this false colour shall delude the eyes Of the amazed vulgar King 'T is well advis'd Enter Mess. Mess. Sir His Highness is return'd King And unconstrain'd But with what change of countenance Did he receive the message Mess. With some amazement But such as sprung from wonder not from fear It was so unexpected King Leave us Haly I ever found thee honest truer to me Than mine own bloud and now 's the time to shew it For thou art he my love and trust hath chosen To put in action my design surprize him As he shall pass the Galleries I 'le place A guard behind the Arras when thou hast him Since blinded with ambition he did soar Like a seel'd Dove his crime shall be his punishment To be depriv'd of sight which see perform'd With a hot steel Now as thou lov'st my safety Be resolute and sudden Ha. 'T is severe But yet I dare not intercede it shall be done But is that word irrevocable King I as years or ages past relent not if thou do'st Exit King Enter Mirvan Mir. Why so melancholy is the design discovered Ha. No but I am made the instrument That still endeavoured to disguise my plots With borrowed looks and make 'em walk in darkness To act 'em now my self be made the mark For all the peoples hate the Princess curses And his sons rage or the old Kings inconstancy For this to Tyranny belongs To forget service but remember wrongs Mir. But could not you contrive Some fine pretence to cast it on some other Ha. No he dare trust no other had I given But the least touch of any private quarrel My malice to his son not care of him Had then begot this service Mir. 'T is but t'other plot my Lord you know The King by other wives had many sons Soffy is but a Child and you already Command the Emperours Guard procure for me The Government o' th' City when he dies Urge how unfortunate those States have been Whose Princes are but children then set the Crown Upon some others head that may acknowledge And owe the Empire to your gift Ha. It shall be done Abdal who commands The City is the Princes friend and therefore Must be displac'd and thou shalt straight succeed him Thou art my better Genius honest Mirvan Greatness we owe to Fortune or to Fate But wisdom only can secure that state Ex. Enter Prince at one door and Princess at another Princess You 're double welcom now my Lord your coming Was so unlookt for Prince To me I 'me sure it was Know'st thou the cause for sure it was important That calls me back so suddenly Princess I am so ignorant I knew not you were sent for Waking I know no cause but in my sleep My fancy still presents such dreams and terrors As did Andromache's the night before Her Hector fell but sure 't is more than fancy Either our Guardian Angels or the Gods Inspire us or some natural instinct Fore-tells approaching dangers