slauery Which holds the highest pride but cleanly neatnesse And their strong Tyranny braue validity Nor in his nature 's found but little good What profit is their in this noble blood What house so famous that did not begin And from most meeke and worthy mindes proceede Which did at first their braue achiuements win From vertues time and honorable deeds If it be so why should not humble spirits Possesse vs still like glory to inherit But such are the vilde customes of these times That vertue is asham'd her selfe to knowe She shall be taxt she feares for some base ruines If their full power and grace she publicke shewes Vertue must weare the cloak of vice about her Or else your greatest gallants will but flout her 'T is now dishonor to be honorable And right must now indure a little wrong Truth like the times must change or be vnstable Or else she must but whisper with her tongue Loue pitty charity if they want I feare Must get their liuinh where they cannot heare Well could thy better guided spirits approue To kepe a meane gate in an humble path And not to climbe those lofty seates aboue Which many cares and discontentments hath Whereof Dame fortune queene of chāge doth raigne And who she list shall vp then downe againe But still pure heau'ns thy honor did preserue Clad in those humble garments Christ did weare From which thy vertuous minde did neuer swarue But still a gentle spirit did'st loue and beare And neuer hadst this lesson far to seeke Come learne of me that humble am and meeke But hadst both read and knowne from the beginning How grace attends the one and shame the other Greatnesse and honors are such spurres to sinning And there 's no vice so great but pride can couer Humility the first true lesson learnes vs How we should know our selues best discernes vs. In thy faire brest this vertue fixed lies Which like a pretious Iewell doth adorne thee And as a chaine those other graces ties Which through the earth with such renowne hath borne thee With mounting Icarus doest feare no fall Nor yet seekes meanes to raise thy state at all Great Lady whose rare vertues passing thought And weake imagination can't attaine A prize for mortall men too dearely bought And which the Gods themselues can best maintaine For who can tell the spirits power that 's giuen From that all powerfull power the king of heauen Thou which didst seeke to hide thy honour great Lapt vp from fame within our countries armes To keepe with vs thy residentall seate So faire and sure from high aspiring harmes Suppressing by a life retir'd that guest Which crown 's thee with more glory then the rest No that true honor which from vertue springs Like to a sparke will kindle without blowing Or like a tree which fruite in autumne brings That spite of winters rage is euer growing And fills the owners brest with glory store That Kings ne're knew nor yet possest before Whilst those that liue in greatest Monarches grace And sit vpon the pinacle of fame That fortune at their pleasure can imbrace And thinke to get a neuer dying name Haue not to halfe thy praise with all their paines Arriu'd vnto which thou vnsought for gaines Thy humble life like to thy Sauiour led In greatest greatnesse meeke in plentie poore Did make thy fame renowne and honor spred And did increase thy prayses more and more That in concealing as the worthiest vses Thy honors grace thee and more grace infuses Thou didst not beare a loftie scornefull eye Nor glory in the greatnesse of thy state Nor exercise thy minde in things too high But vnder-ualuest what most highly rate And mad'st thy minde a map for all to see The straine of vertue in gentility Thus did thy humble life in high degree Raise thy vnwilling minde to more renowne Induing thee with greater dignitie Then those that with mo worldly pomp were crown'd For thine were true and did from vertue growe Else heauen earth would ne'r haue grac't them so But for her temperance in attire and diet Which shew how much she worldly pompe dispised And free from that super-abounding riot Which is by some to prodigall bloods deuised So strict vnto her selfe to others free That gaue content in liberallity And which did liue confinde in her estate Not prodigally to wast in surfets store Nor after such a vild luxurious rate To pamper flesh with cloide delights the more But kept a better course and shun'd those sinnes Which curious and delightfull appetites brings Whilst some in beastly Epicurisme spend And waste their daies in vild licentiousnes Glutting insatiate tasts but to offend And make their God their bellies for excesse Which eate drinke spend their time like slaues To fatten sin wormes Sathan and the graues Whilst she did vse the meanes that might procure The least offence that could be giuen in this No such delitious bayts could her allure T' abuse heauens gift in vsing them amisse But did obserue and keepe so true a diet As kept her health full and her soule in quiet What Abstinence hath she vs'd to subdue Those causes those motions which might tempt her To make her proue vnto her selfe vntrue Or with the tast of follow could preuent her Oh no who striues that glorious marke to win Must fly the meanes as well as fly the sin What man that open lies vnto his foes From dangers and disgraces can be free What man that with his enemies walkes and goes That can stand firme and neuer conquered be What man that graspes sin in his wanton armes Can free escape and ne're be toucht with harmes Oh no it is too hard for flesh and blood If heau'ns should vs with our owne frailties trust We should come short for to performe that good Alas what power and strength doth lie in dust When euery winde blast tempest storme weather Blowes vs away far lighter then a feather Good Lady how far was thou blest aboue vs That could so moderate thy affections here Where thy example is enough to moue vs If any loue zeale grace and heauenly feare Were wrought in this obdurate heart of ours To make vs better serue th' eternall powers That ciuill block not larded with much cost Nor wrought with broadered worke most curiously Whereby some haue both wealth and credit lost A iust reward for thoughts that mount too high Could not surprize nor in subiection bring Her minde at all to like so vaine a thing For well she knew that flesh and blood is apt Of it owne nature to be proud enough And needs not such inticements to intrap As cloth of Tissue gold or richer stuffe Which often makes the wearer wondrous proud Though 't is for Kings and princes courts allowd Yet for those men that can direct their minds Whose gentle spirits in vertue haue bin bred And by desarts haue vnto honor climb'd Such costly garments haue bene giuen
support her houses fame A widdow wife and maide confinde in one In all and seuerall states so free from blame That enuy nor the iniurious hand of time Could euer staine or touch with any crime Her thoughts so continent and her chast desires Which neuer rioted in exppense of time Sprung from those true eternall liuing fires Which doth all vertue to it selfe combine Not lightly led nor starting now and then To place new fancies in affecting men But truely kept her selfe vnto her loue Her worthy loue in youth in age in death So constant faithfull true as turtle doue Where her affections gaue no second breath But liu'd in one pure loue and neuer changed In thoughts so firmly knit they neuer ranged Which for the space of almost thirty yeares Did rule alone her house admir d of many Such holy graces in her life appeares Such perfect vertues seldome seene in any A virgin wife a widow maide to be So old in honor yet from folly free Could not her long deceased spouse before Grac'd with so many worthy after loues Nor time nor nature which could argue more Nor any thing from that strict course remoue But still her resolution doth perseuer Inuiolate vnto the first for euer Why then poore pen doest thou attempt so far And canst not touch the riches of her honor Nor nothing neere describe this glorious starre But rather much vnhidden worth take from her The little world of thy poore wit on fire Will rather burne then satisfie desire Yet giue me leaue great Readers to admire Faire imitators of her honors worth Although I cannot satisfie desire Nor set her high desarts and honor forth Accept my will which must remaine your debtor Till time or heau'ns shall grace me to sing better She in whose breast grace such impression tooke That made her time not like a mortall creature Which honors state and dignities forsooke A thing most hard and wondrous strange to nature That vertue should be found for to contemne Such meanes and fortunes as aduanceth them Could grace and vertue natures force expell And breake those lawes wherein she binds too many Could heauenly gifts in such a concord dwell So welbelou'd within the heart of any That in so many daies they should not fall Nor yet be toucht with any crime at all Pure-thoughted Lady which preserues thy soule So cleane from fleshly crimes and carnall pleasures Nor didst consent vnto such actions foule Wherein too many wallow out of measure That inbred sin which neuer leaues the most Till nature's ready to yeeld vp the ghoast One loue thy soule delighted which decease Did liue a fresh in the still vndiuided Two persons ioynd in one makes no release Till both be dead in loue so firmly guided Death parts the body but the soule doth honor In shadie groues to meete so true a louer So constant Lady thou which after death In strengh of yeares to no such bayts did yeeld Gaines fame a second life and longer breath Whose stedfast loue on better ground did build Where palmes of victorie in thy hands are found And lawrell wreaths to girt thy temples round Where thou Diana-like didst lead a life In sacred loue mixt with most chast desire Or like those holy vestalls void of strife Which keepes their honors spotlesse and intire And neuer lookes so true a course they liue To those inchantments which the world doth giue Where purest loue like to the morning dew Sent downe from him which all good gifts infuses Inioyes those rare contents giuen but to few To very few which worldly traffique vses So great and meeke so chast and yet a wife For not a mortals but an Angels life Which onely keeps not from societie Thy person free but quencht those inward fires And from loose thoughts and vaine delights didst flie Hating th'imbracements of vnchast desires And gaue no place to such inticements vaine Which proues the owners losse the actors paine How canst thou then great Lady all forsake So many thousand bayted hopes to see And many great ones little rest to take Whilst thou securely sleeps from dangers free No thy chast bosome neuer lusted so To loose a freind for to imbrace a foe Thou worthy patterne of this wanton age Whose pure affections dispossesseth sin And acts thy part vpon this earthly stage As chast as she whose loue Troy towne did win Oh who would wish more honor in this life Then die a vertuous widow virgin wife Thou mighst haue knit thy selfe in sacred bands With honorable persons in degree In Hymens rites vniting hearts and hands And not haue wrong this first loue being free Oh but thy soule sayes to thy selfe alone That fayth most firme that keeps it selfe to one No friend nor louer since thy bosome smothers But Christ thy Sauiour spouse and husband deare For whose deare sake thou hast forsooke all others How great or rich so e're they liued here And sworne vnto thy selfe and made a vow To serue loue feare and keepe him onely now Oh happy choyse yet man and wife do varry From these pure paths which vnto vertue tends They care not who nor yet how oft they marry For loue of lucre lust or worldy freinds Exchanging oft the better for the worse Who weds a second neuer lou'd the first Such soule respects are so ingrauen in vs First beauty that faire obiect doth allure vs. Then mighty friends in state or meanes doth win vs That from insuing dangers may secure vs But last and greatest is wealth reuenewes riches The which the soules of men so much bewiches Long maist thou liue in thy more happier choise That euerlasting loue which fadeth neuer Long mayst thou with that Bridegroome faire reioice In those triumphing ioyes which lasteth euer Long maist thou honor praise and glory sing Vnto the soueraigne Lord the King of Kings Where thy pure thoughts chast bosome vertuous life Weds thy vnspotted soule to endlesse ioyes Whose loue to that great spouse makes a chast wife And whose rare gifts weake flesh and bloud destroyes Whose outward honors many equals finde But few to match the honor of the minde Why should my striuing pen desire to tell What it by force cannot attaine to know Why should my will against my skill rebell My passions thus ' gainst reasons lawes to show What ardent furies workes within my minde To seeke for that no wit nor toile can finde Oh giue me leaue to breake off thou my Muse I cannot diue so deepe I may be drown'd Then spare my weakenesse and defects excuse Which must retire when it can feele no ground That glorious streame of honor 't is too deepe For my weake braine aboue the waues to keepe But yet her bountie doth inuite my pen That vertue which doth challenge praise with best And vrges my dull hand to write agen Which crownes her with more glory then the rest And makes her name and honor mount the higher With such great grace as makes the
VERTVES ANATOMIE OR A COMPENDIOVS DESCRIPTION OF THAT late Right Honorable Memorable and Renowned Bedfordshire Lady the Lady CHEANY of Tuddington By CHARLES PIERSE LONDON Printed by William Iones dwelling in Red-crosse Streete 1618. TO THE MOST VERTVOVS AND TRVELY RELIGIous Lady the Lady CROFTS wife to that worthy Knight Sir IOHN CROFTS all health and prosperity in this world and eternall ioy and felicitie in the world to come RIGHT worshipfull or rather Right worthy Lady the title of the former being made more illustrious by the fruition of the latter For honours and dignities are not the precedent cause of vertue but vertue of them I haue I feare assumed too much vpon me and broken the bounds of that old prouerbe â—e sutor vltra crepitum yet worthy Lady on whose fauourable acceptance not on my owne deserts I altogether rely doe humbly craue your Ladiships most gratious protection to shelter me from those malignaÌ„t which might oppose themselues against me I know it wants that beautie hue and amiable aspect which should externally adorne it and make it pleasing in your eyes Yet if your Ladiship please to take a view of the inward truth and sincere deuotion of the heart it may proue as true begotten though not so fairely featured as the rest For as it is in nature so it is in arte much vice may lie hid in faire complexions and much hypocrisie in arte I speake not this good Lady to derogate ought from learned Arts or worthy wits inriched with eloquence whereby my impouerished and naked lines should bee clothed with their garments but that I feare the hard ceÌ„sures of these ill spokeÌ„ times as much as I hope to receiue some fauorable coÌ„struction froÌ„ your worthy selfe If any put out a Quaere and aske me why I wrote this booke I could alledge many reasons but I cease to erect too large a portall to so small a structure I had rather my booke should be abstracted then detracted Giue me leaue therfore rather in few words to expresse what I would then in many what I could speake Since so many whose loues depend vpon your Ladiships desarts doe offer vp gifts a testimony of the loue they owe which haue of long time knowne your most free and gentle dispotions and seene the vertuous inclinations of your minde I could not chuse nor in common Christianitie do any lesse if no other bound affection nor duetie had moued me but shew some thankfulnes with the rest though satisfaction I cannot giue with the best I haue therefore presumed to present vnto your Ladiship not such as your honor doth deserue or as I desire or as my duety and the subiect of my booke doe require but such as my small ability or rather inabilitie could prepare to offer vnto you for hauing no need of externall gifts I giue the internall gifts of the minde as a free thought a lame sacrifice not worthy to be recorded with those great ones which could cast aboue a widowes mite into the treasurie or offer vp vnto their master more then a cup of cold water Reade it most pious Ladie if ought be in it worthy the least respect or fauour it is not mine but her honors and your Ladiships from whose most pure eminent vertues this dimme and darke candle of mine tooke her first light Some may hold it a disparagement to her honor because est ab indigno others may iudge I write truely but not sufficiently both are right for silent duety though in it selfe it is commendable yet in respect of others it winnes more loue being actiue laus virtutis actio and for the other what my weake skill doth deny yet my vrging will supply vltra posse non est esse What should I speake of your Ladiships free and bounteous disposition What should I speake of those ornaments and graces you are both inwardly outwardly indued with which with as many tongues as Argus had eyes spread abroad your deserued worth that I cannot tel whether our soyle more iustly admires you or inwardly desires you Where vertuous life faire children happie state Doe all concurre to make you fortunate And whereas many will hereafter minde you Blest in the issue that you left behinde you In which most fruitfull buds as may out-liue you Your worth and yours a double life may giue you Where though your soule had reacht eternitie Your name on earth may liue and neuer die So thriue faire Lady and flourish euer in those faire pathes of vertue that as it was a blessing to Dauid that one of his seed did inherite his earthly Throne so it may be a greater blessing to your Ladiship that many of your seed should inherite the Throne eternall It was not so great a glory for Salomon to inherite his Fathers Kingdome as his Fathers holinesse and vertues Then how much Madam may you reioyce in eyther that yours enioy not onely much temporall honors and blessings but also are indued with many gifts and graces of the Spirit great louers of vertue and imbracers of true religion and piety Long may they so continue to your Ladiships full ioy Long may they all liue and grow old in honors and vertues and with that Poet euer wish Fortunati omnes si quid mea carmina possunt Nulla dies vnquam memori vos eximet aeuo Thus humbly intreating your good Ladiship to accept this my first and meane labour vnder whose wings it most hopefully trusts I rest Yours all too meane and farre vnworthy seruant but not least deuoted Charles Pierse TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE LORD THE LORD WENTWORTH WHen meannes speakes and honors balance weighes him Had need speake well for feare his tongue betrayes him Lest vndiscerning there discouered lies Some marke of folly to iudicious eies Euen so great Lord my timerous quill proceeds Much like a scholler that his lesson reades Before his awfull master trembling still Whether vnkind he said it well or ill So like that pupill I the lists doe enter More bold then wise to giue the perilous venter And cannot tell what dangers may ensue Did not I hope much honor lay in you Not like that Fortunes brood whose ayrie spirits Doe mount them Icarus-like aboue their merits Where when their flight's at highest rise of all The Sunne doth melt their wings and then they fall Or like Narcissus who did fondly looke On his owne shadow in a crystall brooke And doting on 't stept neerer to haue kist it Where he fell in and drown'd himselfe yet mist it Euen so this world which these faire streames behold Build their attempts vpon such hopes too bold Making the drossie substance of this earth The greatest cause of honor and of birth Some louing honors so buy them to make them Better contented they that can forsake them Yet our best natures faile in this and vse them Hee 's a rare man that proffer'd can refuse them But you great Lord descended of a race Which vertue
merit and desart doth grace Made great by birth and honor not by chance As Fortune's wont her followers to aduance Can better tell these things then I can name them And learne such vaine affections how to tame them Whereby your Predecessors got more grace And more renowne then time can ere deface Combining to your noble house that fame Which liues in you vnblemisht farre from blame And though that I great Lord doe write of that Which Fame the world and time haue wondered at And by aduenturing wrong my shallow wit In ayming at the marke I cannot hit Yet let some gratious censure from your honor Fall on my pen which tooke too much vpon her Since from that streame and fountaine you doe spring As this most noble lady did I sing Her worth impeach't yours must eclypsed bee Which in all things with hers doth co-agree Though my plaine dutie all too meane prefers Yet reade great Lord not for my sake but hers Which was a light to those that farre succeeds For vertuous 〈◊〉 and honorable deeds Who drawes 〈◊〉 such how much more then Need they of vertue store to equall them When springing honor in such tender yeares Vnto the world so fresh and greene appeares What shall we thinke of after comming time But that your glory more and more will shine Where that bright starre within your brest begunne May quickly rise to be a glorious Sunne And in the highest Spheare of golden fame Rides heauens large circuite with your noble name So thriue still honor flourish euer faire Let no clouds rise such glory to impaire Nor your proceedings any whit dismay T'eclypse the beautie of so faire a day But that your glasse at eu'nings watch match may run As faire and cleare as when it first begun Then noble Lord my humble duety spare What wants in me your Honor may repaire And mend those ruinous breaches which my quill Hath fall'n into for want of better skill And I as bound to this shall tune my song Pray heauens true honor may continue long Thus not presuming what may be amisse I pardon craue and make an end with this TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE the Ladie WENTWORTH RIght Honorable ere I doe begin I pardon craue presumption is a sinne Lest I too much vpon my selfe relying May Icarus-like perhaps repēt my flying The plague of many Poets which do think Their owne to be the pure immortall drinke But I that farre inferiour am to them Ascribe no such vain-glory to my pen Nor yet will ouerprize what I do know Is past my skill to iudge or power to show If ought within this little volume lies A worke too weake for your iudicious eyes Which might ' gainst me the smallest fire incense I should be loath to giue so much offence Yet doe not fixe your wrath before you trie And heare great Lady my Apologie Perchance my meannesse barres me of that fauour Which others gaine in as vnworthy labour If that it doth or bare originall birth In sight of heauen is nought or little worth Hee 's no accepter of the noblest blood Aboue the meaner persons which are good All 's one to him his power created all Hee 's great'st with him that on his name doth call The abiects and the out-casts of all things In this prerogatiue may compare with Kings Heauens are not partiall all 's alike respected None for their greatest honor are elected If this be not the cause another yet May hazard what this former could not hit And bid me call in question straight my pen That hath not writ so learn'd as other men Hauing a subiect so repleate with honor And could not shew no better skill vpon her This plunges deeper and hard claime doth lay Vnto my thoughts I know not what to say But since thou can'st not paint nor steale no wit With borrowed shapes or Artes to furnish it In plainest colours thou hast truely pen'd them Vertue and honor need no arte to mend them Besides it was her pleasure minde and will To haue her vertues vnderualued still For it is not so true as common knowne The purest vertues neuer seeke their owne And heauens agree and with their names dispence To grace the truth and leaue out eloquence For he respects the heart more then the tongue Or else we all should doe his Godhead wrong Then if that heauens in this from blame doth free mee Why should not mortals through his glory see mee And set mee free from any scorne and hate Since heauen in all things all should imitate It may be yet another may arise And show it selfe vnpleasing to your eies And that is this the want of wealth and state Which holds too many in disgrace and hate Yet in the sight of heau'ns the poor'st are grac'd And are not for their want of meanes displac'd If the small'st mite or sparke of grace he findes Doth worke at all within their hearts and mindes Nor doth he cast away the poorest slaue From entring in if grace be found to saue But like vnto decayed plants doth cherish Their dying roots and will not let them perish Then noble Lady if that these may claime The least respect and shelter me from blame I shall be glad when first I vndertooke To write to such great minds this little booke Where my too worthlesse duetie more affords Conceal'd within not to be tould in words Accept it Honor then since 't is the first Your greatnesse soone may grac't or make it worse But whether 't is my fortune or my fate I now must take 't repentance comes too late Yet many fauours farre aboue my merit I haue receiu'd from your most noble spirit Which makes me hope that now I shall not misse But likewise be receiu'd and grac'd in this For which I le studie by my best endeauer In faithfull seruice bound fast yours for euer Then noble Ladie deigne to take a view Of those faire vertuous parts and honors true Which faire example left so rich behinde To fill the vertuous storehouse of your minde Whose worthie branches from that tree descended Make honors goe with vertues rich attended Where some of them if all you doe not finde Ingrauen in your honorable minde TO SIR HENRY CROFTS IF that my lines may be at all respected And not for their vnworthinesse reiected Which though too meane faine would remember yet The loue I owe which many doe forget The seruice and the dutie which desires Though your desarts farre greater worth requires To yeeld some thankes by meane endeauors prest You in your better iudgement know the rest From Shepheards cells expect no more to finde Then what may please the best contented minde Our tables are not furnisht with such cost For sumptuous cheere or lofty faire to boast Such as we haue we giue on trust we goe not To entertaine you Sir with that we owe not Nor yet by stealth doe seeke to winne your loue To beare the name of that we cannot proue
which most hold is tru'st gentility But let them haue it I will not contend Their honors may deceiue them all i' th end Great King of heauen and earth how shall I speake Which am but dust and ashes vnto thee When my soules faculties are all too weake Once to conceiue the meanest thought of thee And yet thou tearmst thy selfe but Sonne of man Which vild wormes scorne whose glorie 's but a span Ambitions age can Auarice blinde thee so To build such castles in vncertaine ayre What can your honors powers and riches doe For age and death thei 'le leaue you to despaire Where thou canst not redeeme an howers time Though al the goods in thousand worlds were thine Thinke yee to buy his fauour with a price Or fee him with so many golden mines Can any let sinne purchase paradise Or giue sufficient ransome for your crimes Oh no these dreames doe but your senses tickle For in that hower all that you hau's too little Reuerse your error let not these molest you Why should faire falshood blinde your mentall eies That it may once be said vertue possest you Wherein the truest fame and honor lies For smal's that greatnes poore weak's that glory Which hath his trust vppon things transitory Then seeke not to enrich posterity With an oppressing hand and cruell might Nor build your houses vp by tyranny Nor take possession of the poore mans right Lest Achab-like in buying so you sell Your house your soule and all you haue to hell VVhat profit shall your tired soules receiue Of all these riches you haue heap'd together VVhen in a moment you must take your leaue Of all your store and goe you know not whither Your childrē shew your wealth the world your shame And all doe hate the memory of your name Most odious euer hated of God and men Accursed riches which will waste in vsing Vnluckie and vnblessed issue then VVhen all you haue is purchas'd by abusing Your parents knew not that their goods ill gotten Their heires wold spēd whē they were dead rottē Oh what a ioyfull thing 't is to behold Heires to succeed their fires in vertuous lore And striue their houses honor to vphold VVith greater glory then it had before Studying by noble deeds t' inrich their name To their immortall praise and endlesse fame But ah I feare what I would not mistrust That heires to prodigall vices rather turne And leaue their honors trodden in the dust The losse whereof some ancient houses mourne Not liuing like themselues in birth but slaues Burying all vertue in their fathers graues The cause of which great waste and fall of heires I iudge the impious times of wretched fathers VVhose auaritious thoughts and greedie cares To fatten them and theirs vniustly gathers And waste their braines in studying day and night To purchase that which is anothers right Oh why should these be grac'd why should a pen Dip'd in the purest liquor of those springs Attend the earthly glory of these men VVhich shame vnto the truest honor brings As we doe see Fame none so much doth boast As those whose liues haue tyranniz'd it most If these vnto such fortunes haue attain'd Built on the slippery ground of fading Fame Then what great glorie shall thy honor gaine Or what sufficient pen can praise the same If Vice with Tombes and Epitaphes is renown'd VVherwith shal thy rare vertuous deeds be crown'd If out-side honor if vsurped greatnesse If painted pictures of Iniquitie Can haue their praises sung with wondrous sweetnesse Which nere deseru'd the meanest dignitie VVhat shall the true bred honor of the minde Adorn'd with vertues excellencies finde Did not thy ventures challenge from Fames wings One quill or pen t'immortalize thy name Is any enuious Serpent left that stings Or can with th'smallest tincture touch thy fame Are not thy vertues and thy honors blest VVith as great grace and glory as the rest Then why should not some worthy spirits vprise And with vndaunted quill her honor sing VVhy should they not her worth and vertues prise As high as theirs which from corruption springs Whose shame 's their glory their aime's their stain At nought but worldly things and glory vaine No worthy Lady doe not thinke a Tombe Can thy fresh memory from this world diuide Nor thinke that this earths all-deuouring wombe Within her bowels can thy vertues hide Nor wrong thy merits nor arrest thy worth Which spite of Time will spring and flourish forth That monumentall white faire marble Tombe Cannot containe thy noble deeds and merits When all the world is knowne too little roome To comprehend in bounds thy boundlesse spirit But still shall time with vs be euer telling Ages to come thy vertuous life excelling Nor doe not thinke though in corruptions bed Thy body lies interr'd at Tuddington That therefore thou art quite forgot and dead Or from our memories cleane exil'd and gone No no thy name and fame againe will raise thee And spite of death will make the world to praise thee No 't was decreed of euerlasting fate That vertue should endure and neuer die Made to out-liue Times rage and longest date Writ with a pen of sure eternitie Where if the Muses faile her worth to raise Then babes and sucklings will speak forth her praise Which hath induc'd my infant Muse to write My suckling wits which all too meane presumes Where if that learning cannot well indite How shall I doe with these impolish'd tunes But hope the best for euils come soonest then When least suspected and deseruing them Then launch into the Ocean of her honor So rare a Phaenix and our countries wonder Thy Muse I doubt much merit will take from her Or else her silly backe will split asunder Yet beare the sayles vp heauens may send a winde T' inspire me how to praise her vertuous minde Which they that true religion pure and blest Not mixed with Idolatrie nor defil'd Whose vertuous life and deeds did her professe An Israelite true in whom there was no guile Imbracing of the sacred truth in loue From which no worldly cares could her remoue That sought to know and learne those artes Diuine Which onely vnto true saluation tend And therein much did exercise her minde To profit by the truth which all defend Misplacing errors which doe seeke to blinde The way of truth in selfe-affected minde No verball but a mentall true profession Ingrauen in her honorable brest Wherein it tooke most sure and deepe impression That grace and honor heere did euer rest Making the one illustrious by the other As if they were both twins sprung from one mother And surely so they are as neere allyed Who wins their honors by their vertues first Can witnesse well their noble deeds haue tried Though Fortune now bestowes them on the worst 'T is but externall honor they doe winne Whose houses end before they doe beginne For thou Religion art a seely sound Accounted in these nice
and holy men deceased Whereby their great Idolatry's increased If Peter Iames nor Iohn nor reuerent Paul Would neuer suffer but denied those men To offer any sacrifice at all Nor with the smallest worship honor them Why should wee thinke they craue such wonderous ods To be ador'd or pray'd to now like gods If that the Angell would not suffer Iohn Whose brightnesse made him fall downe flatte before him Ascribe no honor but to God alone Nor with diuine prostration to adore him Why should those Saints which were but sinful men Desire such grace and glory done to them Nor sure they doe not did not superstition Broch now for doctrine what true faith enuies And by their Romish trash make such Diuision Which God Saints Angels heauen and all denies Where Christ with them and they with Christ agree To make their prayers t'only none but thee For him hath God the Father sealed true He pay'd the price he bought vs with his blood Then vnto him the debt is onely due Which can in humane iustice be withstood All worship prayer praise and glorie too Belongs to him and more then we can doe For there 's no precept which that dutie bindes No law that doctrine found to ratifie Vnlesse some false zeale and affections blinde Should broach for truth this error first for why Should not the Prophets Patriarkes and the rest Be pray'd vnto which were as highly blest Yes sure their grace their merits and their faith Were euen as great as were the great'st of them And had as much praise giuen as Scripture saith Which heard saw knew and talk'd with God like men More loue more grace more fauor who hath knowne To be to any of th'Apostles showne And yet Romes Towre proud Babell will withstand And broach their owne inuentions for pure truth With sweete compounded doctrines held in hand They cunningly beguile vnstable youth And doe deceiue their soules with name of him Which did descend from heauen to die for sin Which in the habite come of harmelesse sheepe Yet are most strange deuouring wolues within And many holy obseruations keepe To varnish out hypocrisie and sin They seeme pure Saints but looke a little further And you shal find their poisonings rapes murther And yet the heau'ns their lingering vengance spares Good Lord grant grace vnto thy little flocke For to discerne their frauds deceits and snares And build our trust on thee the liuing Rocke That sure and certaine ground which neuer falls When theirs shall waste consume and perish all But thou which build'st vpon that corner stone Thy faith whose fruits so euidently appeares And mad'st thy soules desire to him alone VVhich on his head a crowne of thornes did weare VVhose vnpolluted conscience better tells That truest faith with grace and vertue dwells And where thou seest with those translucent eyes Thy Soueraigne Lord and Sauiour crown'd in glorie VVhich all the waies of his elected tries Through pains griefes teares and sad afflictions storie The patient sufferings of his poore elected VVhich in this world are vil'st of all respected Thus worthy Lady if thy faith was weigh'd VVith many Ladies now it would contend For crowne and praise and all their pride vpbraid VVhich makes externall honor all their end And glory in the greatnesse of their birth Or else their wealth which is as little worth But thou which honor praise and glory sings Vnto the Father of eternitie And to his Sonne which such saluation brings Crowning our faithes with immortalitie VVere now translated to that place of rest I le leaue thy faith triumphing with the best And to that vertue which few ladies knowes Or at the least will not acknowledge knowne Because it loues not pride nor Court-like showes But still retires it selfe to liue alone Sequestred from those great resorts of sinne VVhich many spend their youthfull glories in Is that rich vertue Great humilitie Yet not too great in great men now adayes The onely badge of true Gentilitie If gentle bloods would ponder all her wayes And scand thy worth or truely finde thee out Then Adams brood would neuer be so stout Nor would the mightie Monarchs tyrannize Nor seeke by violence to vsurpe a crowne Nor noble blouds their honors preiudice In treading poore dispised Orphanes downe The quondam Farmer turn'd a gentle now Would not vpon the backes of poore men plow Oppression would not beare so great a hand Nor these Rent-raysers racke their tenants ground Authoritie would not on such strict tearmes stand Nor with his grisly lookes the weake confound No pride nor periuries fraud nor glory vaine Shall haunt thee when this vertue thou hast gain'd The key t' vnlocke the knowledge of the minde That all her imperfections may appeare The salue to cure her eyes that were so blinde The wholesome balme to heale the deafest eare The soueraigne cordiall which the heauens affords To mortall men not to be spoke with words Oh thou which makes the heart of man as poore As is the sparrow on the houses top And commend'st him with feare and shame the more VVhen conscience pleads the sinnes which he forgot A heauie reckoning did not heauen forgiue vs And with their grace and mercie great relieue vs. Thou which pul'dst downe the proud aspiring spirit And makes it leuell with the low estate Confoundest naturall pride wit strength and merit An leauest humane worth cleane desolate Rob'st vs of power and workes to build our trust Not in our selues but Iesus Christ the Iust Thou Queene of vertues and the onely guide VVhich lead'st this ladie to that heauenly rode And that meane path so opposite to pride VVhich in these sinfull times but few haue trode The reines which bridles Natures power tels thē How vile a sinne ambition is and swels them Thou whose low spirit meeke heart and humble minde Did crowne the Conqueresse o're the crowne of pride Thou which did'st lose these toyes those ioyes to finde And hast thy selfe within thy selfe denide Hast found by meekenesse honor rest for crosses Ioyes for thy sorrowe profit for thy losses So gentle curteous affable and kinde That most would think it would disgrace their honor If they should beare but such a lowly minde And much renowne and dignitie take from her As not to vse that state to her belongs Impaire her worth and noble honor wrongs Why should not persons of the noblest straine Their honors vse their state and name vphold Why should they not their glory great maintaine As well as their forefathers did of old It is their owne and they were borne vnto it Why is it counted pride in them to doe it 'T is true great Ladie I do know no cause If honor in it selfe doth liue confinde Nor breakes not iustice loue nor natures lawes Which sauadge beasts in some affections binde That hath well learn'd to know and rule himselfe Imbracing vertue and contemning pelfe But they that glory in their state and greatnesse And gentle curtesie count base
and red But vpstarts now haue tooke that glory from her Most imitate the fashion few the honor But she which for this vertue liues a wonder Lashes not loosly into such extreames But keeps without constraint her greatnesse vnder And with her honor and her state dispneses Fitting her habit euer to her minde Most ciuill modest pure of vertues kinde She decks not out with gawdy ostentation This earthly substance to be gaz'd vpon No new inuentions and disstinguish'd fashion These changing times can tempt her to put on But liues alone makes vertue all her gaine Despising worldly pompe and glory vaine She couets not this popular admiration The which ambitious nations most desire Nor makes her glory this worlds reputation Which sets the heart of men so much on fire Nor stands on honors titles nor renowne Whose broken trust hath cast a number downe 〈…〉 Nor doth she spend her time like some of those In dressing trimming varnishing of beauty Wherein too many doe such trust repose They cleane forget all heauenly loue and duty And spend their deerest howers and sweetest daies In flourishing that faire which soone decaies Nay which is worse a lamentable case Some new complexious and adulterous art They can deuise to paint their fading face And helpe that worke which nature doth impart Whose dambd inuentions seekes to mend that hew Whom heauen at first did make most best and true And pamper vp the flesh in all delights And sooth their pleasures in what they doe craue Which in vaine studies spend whole daies and nights What diet fashion and attire to haue Consuming halfe their time in flattering glasses To idolize that which is dust and ashes Which trim and dresse with artificiall shapes Their painted bodies like to rotten combs And onely but for worldy glory gapes As if they sprung not from corrupted wombs But had some priuiledge both from heauen nature To be adored like Gods not mottall creatures Whose proud ambitious thoughts do swell so high They thinke no mortall worthy to come neere them But they must crouch or kneele submissiuely Their looks and greatnes makes them so to feare them That scarce a furlongs distance will content them f prostrate duty be not done and sent them Nay when they'aue done the best and all they can If grace speech action doth not well adorne him And rarest gesture art can giue to man The 'le hold him for a seruile clowne and scorne him His duty and behauiour comes far short To grace such honors as attends the Court. Yee glorious heau'ns to whom all honor 's due Yee blinde vs not to such strict seruice here So that our hearts be firme vpright and true And your great reuerent name doth loue and feare These outward duties yee did ne're require Which greatest bloods and mightiest men desire Yet there be duties would but true ones serue them That none in humaine iustice can deny For to be giuen to those that best deserue them And keepe their thoughts from mounting vp too high But if they once abuse them dutie flies And flatterers straight doe sooth them vp with lies VVhat will this age come to will it not burst With vice and sinne and split it selfe a sunder Can patient heauens forbeare their lingring curse And not with speedy vengeance quickly thunder Then truth and conscience iustice loue and pitty Fly quickly hence to that eternall citty For here is no respect nor friendship dwelling For any of you clad in pouerty It is ingrost quite vp by all mens telling Within the closset of eternitie Where they doe dwell sithence as little worth Till Christ doth come againe to iudge the earth Art thou a Lady great in birth and honor Art thou of state ranke meanes to equall others Then why should'st thou take any glory from her Or by obscurity thus thy greatnesse smother Is there a better honor bred within thee That from these worldly honors thus can win thee Yet Lady had thy neuer ranging eye Tooke but a viewe of what they might behold How many vanities might they soone descrie Which nature needs not dayly to be sold Where more spent far in superfluitie Then would some nature in necessitie But thou which from these vaine delights didst flie And little knowes the vices of these times Clos'd vp in one roome from societie In better studies and in arts diuine Didst shew thy temperance from all worldly ioyes And those false baytes which many minds annoyes Thus didst thou spend thy pretious howers and time In reading vertuous and most sacred bookes And truly seruing of the powers diuine Nor to these worldly vanities once lookes Wherewith thou hadst continuall warre and strife Which crownes thee such a meritorious wife Her senses were not organs vnto folly Nor conducts to receiue in vanitie These outward entrances she kept more holy And not expos'd to worldly amitie But for heauens zeale and glory stopt those sluces And bars the passage which might cause abuses Nor did her eares itch after nouelties Nor yet inquisitiue was in curious matters But ere restraine those powers and faculties From smoth tongud Gnatoes which are vs'd to flatter Whose whispring tōgues if that they once come neer thē Will strait infect them if they deigne to heare them And like to hony drop into their eares That poyson which soone swell ambitious spirits That nothing else they doe desire to heare But their owne praises honors worth and merits And rockt asleepe in their securitie Make themselues equall to the deitie Oh had but great men or great princes courts Bene free from this how happy had they bin Such treasons massacres and plots of sundry sorts None had contriu'd to snare the mighty in They might haue stept securely without feares Had not this rancker crept into their eares Oh snare to honor stayne to noble blood Thou great disease obsequious adulation Which Vulter-like doest feede vppon the good And preys vppon them in so faire a fashion That thou doest bite by fawning kil'st by smiling Strangl'st by loue and by most trust beguiling But she which loues not no such Sirens singing Doth tune far better musick to her minde And knowes those rare contents cōforts bringing With all those ioyes which those that proue them finde Whilst many cares and troubles vext their spirits Which hunt for praise and glorie vaine inherits And waste their bodies and their soules together To compasse here this windy blast of praise Which hauing got they haue but caught a feather And like to smoake and vapours soone decaies But those whom truest fame and vertue raises Ne're luls themselues a sleepe with their owne prayses Pardon great Lady my vnworthy quill That it should doe thy name and honor wrong And looke not to my art but to my will Which more affords then can be told with tongue What learning wants let something else supply I know his pitch is for my reatch to high She that did liue so long and rule alone And fairely did
world admire Her bountie Alexander-like did win A generall loue and liking of the best Her fame and honor doth but now begin As if no worthy gifts had fill'd her brest And shee had not been fraught with such great store Of vertuous parts in all her life before Heere Fame and Bountie are at strife together Which shall excell each other in their praise Such copious matter both affords that neither I cannot tell her worth will highest raise Both speakes so well that I will doubtfull leaue it Vnto the world that better can conceiue it Yet in the booke of true recording fame Such mightie volumes of her vertues stand Most fairely drawne by ancient time which came Attented with a faire incompass'd band Of minutes houres daies weeks months and years And spoke a speech that rauish'd humane eares I that fell downe at that most pleasant spring Make my petition vnto aged Time That he would ope the booke againe and sing Those too much blessed words and crowned lines Whereat he smilde at th' weaknesse of my braine And said 't was more then nature could containe For in deepe characters heere doth lie inrol'd The famous Arts and memorable deeds Of all those worthies which haue beene of old Which from faire Vertues line and stocke proceeds The monuments of Fame which through my hand For rustie age haue beene forgotten long Where shee amongst the rest of honors line Lies surely writ in those eternall scrowles Inrol'd in those great monuments diuine Which true and euerlasting fame in rolls In heau'ns great store-house lock'd till fatall doome Raises her body from this earthly tombe Where her most bounteous and munificent hand Which neuer turn'd vnto her selfe in vaine Did more affection in our soyle command Then thought can thinke or honor can obtaine Made friend of foes and feared loue combines In those that loue but miserable mindes For Bountie is a key that will vnlocke And mollifie the cruell'st dispositions Able for to dissolue the hardest rocke And make it flexible to th'mild'st condition For none I thinke so obdurate e're haue bin But bounteous deeds or liberall gifts could win For 't is a badge of Christianitie A cognizance to know rhe noble natures The truest touchstone whereby we may trie The generous race from base and worldly creatures Whose greedie cares doe eate the soule like rust And neuer leaues till leaue them needs it must This sinne of Auarice makes vs like to hogges Which roots i' th earth and digs i' th ground for gaine And with a thousand feares our conscience clogges Vexing our spirits with long leane pining paines Which like a mad consumption wasteth all Both soule and body for a rising fall That like a vulture feeds vpon the liuer And gnawes the intralls like a pining sicknesse Which where it once possesses leaueth neuer Take the yong man i' th Gospell for a witnesse For this rancke age is much farre worse then him Which kept the Law and was not stay'd with sin He something had to answere for himselfe And iustifie him for this life of ours Had not he beene in loue with worldly pelfe A clearer light shin'd not in humane powers For who can tell that he hath done so well As this rich yong man that is gone to hell Oh no deare heauens in mercie looke vpon vs One of a thousand cannot say so much Yet doe not take thy grace and fauour from vs Although so pure a life we cannot touch For we renounce our selues and trust in thee Out of this mortall toile to set vs free Then noble Bounty I must needs commend thee If that no other cause were giuen but this And with more praise then I can giue commend thee Which had he knowne of heauen he could not misse If for one sinne heauens cast this man away VVhat shall we doe that sinne thus euery day VVell may the greatnesse of this vertue moue vs And pricke vs forward Bountie to embrace VVhich generally doth make the world to loue vs But most those men of greatest birth and place If Auarice be so great and vile a sinne VVhat praise and glory then shall bountie winne Great honors mirror in whom I doe finde Such rare perfection that my soule admires it Thy vertues marching in their seuerall kinde That those that heares it more more desires it And glutted pen doth surfeit with the store Of those rich vertues Ignorance makes poore Her bounteous hand and great rewarding minde VVhat pen from you can well the same expresse As thy true merits and desarts doth binde And not eclypse the same and make them lesse If those that tread the tract of honor true Deserue a golden pen it falls to you VVhere though thy soule hath reacht eternitie And thou art there inrol'd in ioy and glorie Yet giue thy seruant leaue his wits to trie And write insuing times this sacred storie For heauens decreed such vertues ne're should die Nor such bright honors taste mortalitie Yet there be some whom my concealing pen For breuities and for manners sake omit That caries vertues or should carry them VVhich can themselues and vertue too forget And can since honors hand did them preferre Take ease and pleasure and not thinke of her VVhose power as weake as others were before Now fully fed can swell and keepe no bounds And most insatiate couet more and more That should not be in arte and learning found VVhich once for halfe that meanes would humbly bow VVhere hauing all are not contented now Yet bounteous Lady let not this thing grieue thee That Benefactors are so ill respected But let thy innocence in this cause relieue thee Christ had but twelue yet was by one neglected If one from him needs more must fall from thee VVhich being once dead their loyalties cannot see 'T is our corruptions that is bred within vs VVhich is the cause of this and hath beene euer And present profit hath such power to winne vs That dead and gone we straight forget the giuer And few remembers good turnes past and gone VVhere such great persons naturall glasse is runne Could I collect together in one summe A record of the honorable deeds Of all those gifts bestow'd and fauours done Which from her free and bounteous minds proceeds Then should I to small purpose spend my dayes In writing that which hath no end of prayse VVhat bounds or limits hath her honor knowne Or who can sound so deepe or well declare her VVhen those faire wings shee flyes with are her owne VVhich to that mightie height of fame did reare her I need not adde vnto the Ocean more VVhat is one drop vnto such wonderous store Alas great Ladie thou hast little need Of my harsh tongue to praise thy bountie so In euery place thy fame as well doth speed And better too then I haue power to show Thy worth by me no more disgrace endures Then Sun when clouds her glorious light obscures No Honorable Lady know thy selfe Although I
could euer win And open sets the doore t'eternall life Freed vs from all our enemies by thy death Although we suffer toyle cares greefe and strife VVithin our selues during this mortall breath Yet when thou thinkest good thou wilt inlarge vs And of our weary heauie load discharge vs. Whereof being freed and set at liberty Thou endlesse ioyes for ending greefe imbracest And di'st no more but liu'st eternally With him from whom thou hast bene euer grac'd Where now enioying what thou wantedst here Thou sing'st Halluiah with that heauenly quire Where now vnto that glory I will leaue thee That true felicity and eternall rest Which like to earthly ioyes will not deceiue thee But still indure effectuall and ere blest Triumphing with those Saints which euer sings All praise and glory to the King of Kings Here noble Lord some vertues of your owne May in this darke and little glasse appeare Or of that seede which you your selfe are sowne Which cannot like your honors shine so cleare Yet may you see some shaddow of your fauour If that you truely doe but read my labour For in this little booke I haue not err'd Although her honors worth I could not weild Nor vice before true vertue haue prefer'd Nor yet on such false slipperie grounds doe build As grace a sin by a dissembling tongue To doe the best and noblest natures wrong No let me neuer rise but rather fall If lower then I am I can descend When euer I take vices part at all Or ayme at any such vaine hopes or end But rather study vertuously to please Then haue my duty sicke of that disease No worthy Lord I le neuer sell my selfe Though I should be farre poorer then I am By vniust meanes to purchase worldly pelfe As sooth vp folly in the greatest man That gaine is losse that glory turnes to shame Which branded is with Gnato's flattering name Then let not honor iudge my liues amisse Although your iudgement farre extends my verse My duty 's true and so shall proue by this Which I vnworthy farre haue heere rehearst If I in ought through weaknesse haue offended Let greatnesse by their faire acceptance mend it For I doe know two noble natures springing From one pure fountaine cannot be diuided What wrong to her to you some blot is bringing Which cannot be but by your worth decided For you that doe succeed her roome and place Are heire vnto her vertues and her grace Whose faire example happie you may proue And like a greater light the lesser guide Adorn'd with honor glorie grace and loue And blest with all these earthly things beside That wanting nought to fill vp eithers store Your honor still may flourish more and more Who takes a patterne of his glorious maker And seekes to treade the tract of honor true Cannot at first be made a full partaker Of all those rich demeanes to honor due Such faire examples must haue time and space To ouertake them 't is no common race Which shee true vertues patterne left behinde Much like a marble pillar vnremou'd Such tokens of her honorable minde As make her heere generally belou'd Whereof when you shall take a fuller view Shall finde those honors fall to th' house and you Where I doe pray that heau'ns would grace it still With as great honor as it had before Or greater if it be his blessed will Vntill the surges ouerflow the shore That Wentworths noble race with Cheauies name May be inrol'd in euerlasting fame And you faire Lady grac'd with Natures gifts And with a spirit that hath true vertue in it Which my deiected Muse from sorrowes lifts And hath more power then others haue to win it bound with a dutie which must not be broken Giuen at my first conception for a token You the true Image of that Lady great For vertue and an honorable minde Of whom for your faire worth I would intreate More then affection doth in others binde To whom I owe more then you deigne to craue Loue seruice dutie life and all I haue A present all too meane if 't were farre better In one whom meanenesse meanenesse doth excell To whom I must and will remaine a debter A debter great how great I cannot tell Whos 's many fauours show'd to friends and me Lies hid within that cannot vttered be VVhat shall I giue that nothing haue to paie The widowes mite will not passe currant now That metall 's growne nought with vs now adaies Nor is it for true currant pay allow'd Yet where there 's nothing to be had you finde Accept good Lady of a gratefull minde This worke to your pure minde I doe present This honors prize vnto thy Iudgement sound VVhere if for any fault I should be shent Let some defence in thee be had and found Lest if some tempest should arise too fast I should be shiprack'd or in danger cast For well I know you lou'd her honor liuing Intirely so as pen cannot declare And after death in true affections giuing Did'st loue and zeale still to her honor beare Then for her sake let these some fauour finde That was her selfe so courteous free and kinde Good Lady which her life hast seene and knowne And all her vertues and her honors proued To whom her thoughts and counsels all were showne So much was you and shee of you beloued Can better tell what store of vertues lie Hid in her brest which no man can descrie I doe but adde a droppe vnto the sea For who can comprehend in any bounds Her honor 't is but labour cast away To finde out that which is not to be found But as a sparke is to a mightie fire So must I yeeld and valew my desire And though her modest blushes will not let her Her vertues prize nor take what is her owne Nor with that true deseruing praise beset her VVhich to the world is blaz'd so much and knowne Yet shall her vertues in their force abide Which through her modest vaile shee sought to hide For what can heart desire shee hath not found If wealth or riches shee hath not least store If fame or praise her name with that doth sound If honor who for her estate had more If with long life or length of daies and time VVho longer liu'd whose honor more did shine If with the gifts or graces of the minde VVho with her almost now may well compare Or hath had more or better beene inclinde VVhich kept her vertues with the fairest faire And like that praise which Scriptures Dauid gaue Brought good old age and honor to her graue Thus in this little volume may you reade Some vertues of her honorable minde Some of her merits worthie parts and deeds For all it is vnpossible to finde Vnlesse that I should out of nature dwell And learne such notes which humane notes excell Thus hoping of your gratious censures all I leaue yee to that euerlasting blisse 'T was fate not wit which to this taske did call My meaner spirits and rays'd my minde to this If ought miscaries blame not my intent For what is rudely sung is better meant To which pure sacred blessed Trinitie Which rules vnseene all things for th' best aboue vs Those Persons three inclos'd i th vnitie A wonder strange yet not so strange to loue vs Being such sinners ' gainst his Lawes rebelling Past all the tongues of men and Angels telling To him in all and vnto all in one Be all praise powre and glorie giuen alone FINIS