ngels Protect you both May your faire worth N atur'd like that Blest Tree first brought you forth L iue long So loue liue blest in one another Y our sweetnesse grant O Heau'n a ioyfull Mother Verses vpon Sr. Thomas Stanly his Lady her first beeing with Childe God to this world with safe deliu'rance bring That little world Prime Noble Pretious thing Within your happy Wombe Long may it liue To liue Times faire example truly giue Next God full ioy praise to that Bodies worth Blest Tree of Happinesse first brought it forth That 's all I can wish which to your true Ioy Through hearty Prayer I wish a louely Boy Hope Faith Charitie The blessed Syrens of Eternitie Firme Faith Sweet Hope and Sacred Charity For euer dwell faire Minded Vertuous Dame In your two Hearts now in one Bodies Frame Big with Rich Natures comely curious dressing Iewell of Glory God's Almighty Blessing O may your Pangs in Labour proue as milde As was the Virgin Mary she whose Childe Remember in your Throwes you then with ease Shall beare a Babe that best your minde shall please So happy Mother of a happy Sonne If Daughter happy Liue Heauens will be done A Memoriall vpon the Death of that True Honorable Valiant Commander Sr. Francis Carew Knight of the most noble and sacred Institution of the Bath to our Soueraigne Lord King Charles F all from mine Eyes yea Tragicke Teares of pitie R un to my Pen write write Times mournefull Dittie A nd to this dull Age tell in Sorrowes Tone N oble Wise Valiant Carew he is gone C onquer'd for Loue to Heau'n King Country State I n a iust cause he dy'd O happy Fate S oule suff'ring Vertue fully fortunate C all'd to the sacred Order of the Bath A Jemme he liu'd and dy'd a Knight of Faith R eligion drew him on to Warres fierce Fight E arth claim'd her due Death was to him delight W ho liu'd and dyde Heauens happy Fauorite An Epitaph vpon the Right Honourable Lady the Lady Francis Sister to Theophilus Earle of Lincolne and wife to Mr. Iohn Gorges Esquire YEe Eyes that ioy i' th rarenesse of that Life Which makes Man blest in a true Noble wife Behold here lies a Iemme bereau'd of Breath That Excellent Lady she that by Death Sterne Death subdu'd her life and loue did shine Cleare as Heau'ns star like a true wife diuine She was her Sexes wonder hate to sinne Made her the Glory of her Noble kinne She was what can be said Religious kinde A Saint on Earth that bore an Angels Minde Vpon the Death of Mistris Margaret Brograue M ilde At Rough Grim Assaults Restlesse Eu'n Tir'd B eguirt with Death mildely her soule aspir'd R ight vpward flew to that Arch-glitring Heau'n O f for and from whom shee at first was giuen G lory of Parents farewell modest kinde R are earthly Forme fram'd of a Heau'nly Minde A ll the fond fashions of the world's entice V aine Woman's wish she slighted tempting vice E uer she checkt with thoughts of Paradice Vpon my worthy Friend Mr. CHARLES AYTE CHARLES AYTE Anagram REALY CHASTE THe true expression of a gratefull Minde For your long since past loue to me so kinde I neuer shall forget accept then this Diuine Note on your Name Mans chiefest blisse Courts you faire Soule to such an happinesse Words are too weake to tell Pen to expresse While thousands in vaine Lust their life time waste Your Anagram is what Realy Chaste MARY HEATH Anagram HA MY HEART Thus exprest NEuer had Virgin sweetenesse to the view Of this vast World a happier Name then you Your Anagram is such 't is euer vs'd ' Mongst Turtle Louers that ne'r loue abus'd Vertues Chaste Queene to you doth here impart Infinite Ioy in these words Ha My Heart TO My much respected true Friend Master William Vtber W i th holy thoughts Lord make thee to repell I nfernall sinne ne'r may the charmes of Hell L asciuious Temptings nor the worlds delight L ocke thee from Heau'n the Lord of Day and Night I nspire thy Soule Rauish thy Noble Sight A rm'd with Faith Hope and Sacred Charitie M ount may thy Soule Eternall Victory V aine World what is it but a Theame of sorrow T imes slaue the stage of death from which we borrow B rau'ry for one Day and are dead to Morrow E arth's Pompe is nothing but a poys'ning Spell R iots vaine Glory Painted Iezabell TO His Respected Friend Mr. VALENTINE OLDIS V ertue on Earth firme Enemie to Vice A ppearing Glorious when the Worlds Intice L aies Seidge vnto the Soule and with delight E leuates holy Spirits gainst sinnes Fight N ames you the Man for Combate points thee on T o the Celestiall Race which thought vpon I nuites thy Soule to that perfection N o Tongue can tell not all the Words content E quals the Minde that 's truly Penitent O n Gods great Mercy euer cast an Eye L et thy knowne dang'rous Trauailes neuer die D eeds that haue past the Stormes of Sea and Land I n thee true Triall haue to make thee stand S in s Foe Truths Champion still at Heau'ns command TO My beloued Friend Mr. FRANCIS HVRST F ly Friend from all vaine thoughts let thy faire youth R unne Vertues Race be still in Loue with Truth A s Sea-Men striue in Neptunes Path to shunne N umberlesse Dangers so like Times best Sonne C leare thy Soule 's ship from eu'ry stormie Spell I n this Worlds wicked Sea Those waues of Euill S urges of Sinne the World the Flesh and Deuill H ere as you reade the Follies of the Time V ndaunted struggle to subdue each Cryme R owze thee from sinne striue Vertues Top to clime S o from the high Pyramides of Grace T here houers o're thy head an Angels place LOVES SONNET LEt me not be with bitternesse despighted That an with you and onely you delighted Beare witnesse Angells what I write is true I Loue and loue and loue and none but you Shall I then suffer Racke be rackt and torne Shall I then suffer hate and churlish scorne Will you my honest minde so much misuse Sweete Natures Loue to pittie not abuse O bee so sweete Liue and liue long to cherish My Pen and mee or I for euer perish Sorrowes Sonnet Once I did loue so lou'd and was belou'd As Heau'n was angry sure else we had prou'd No-Star-crost Louers our true Loues were such Alas we lou'd and lou'd and lou'd too much For see the lucke my Loue kept from mine eyes By her most cruell Friends for Loue she dyes Then like a burning Beacon set on fire At sight of her sad Funerall my dere Kindled burn'd fier'd flam'd as t would pierce the skie Then would I perish faine but Fates denie A thousand griefes at once me thought did moue In my Mad braine and then I was in Loue Starke Mad in Loue all ioyes bereft me And nothing but despaire Sad sorrow left me Vpon
gawdy Cloathes Which speakes him to the World a March-paine Man A very mighty Muske-Cat one that can To please State-strumpets turne Capitall Calfe Reu'rence her shooe-shadow in her behalfe Sweare by Olympicke Ioue she 's the Fairest That e're breath'd most Excellent the Rarest Spending the Time in Commendations In Sighes Tales obscene Visitations Set Faces and set speeches pickt from Playes Quaint apish Gestures O the many wayes To please Madam Much-adoe the rare Jewels Musicke Masques Baudie Banquets Midnight-Reuels Cocke-Sparrow Humours absurd Complement Which makes the Vicious Courtier confident So ridiculous blinde that his braue Trull Times prurient Puppet can perswade the Gull After her Fonne to paint powder the haire Which catching Councell seeming passing rare Duely the Asse obserues curiously Nice Best pleas'd to immitate his Cockatrice To smell all Amber chiefely to preuent Lues Veneria that infectious sent Bred in his rotten Entrals through th' Excesse Of stirring Meates insatiate wantonnesse That too too common Delectation Poyson of wholesome Recreation Sinnes slauish seruitude Excessiue ill And Bane of Vertue is much made of still By such who rather then the Enterprize Of Noble true Knights louely exercise Delight in painted out-side Costly fare To studie the fashion looke bigge and stare Aduance the head like a Malt-Horse be proud And speake no matter what so it be loud Bountifull to Bawdes Mis'erable to th' poore Sell all whole Lordships to maintaine a Whore To stirre vp th' intellectuals of loose Ladies To melt their Chastitie get Bastard Babies Times were not so when Worthies shin'd in Armes Reioyc'd in Vertue not in the wanton Charmes Of braue Madam Vanitie the Puppet Loose Embrace of a consuming Strumpet But brauely fought for Virgins in distresse Relieu'd poore Widdowes and the Fatherlesse Striuing with faire renowned valiant Acts To chase Jniustice punish euill Facts O blest performance Noble race of men Worthy the praise of an Immortall Pen Your Famous Deeds past starres recorded stand For euer and euer written by the hand Of sacred Truth to the Eternall shame Of the sinne-branded Vicious Courtiers Name Let him that notice takes take this of me Of Man of Money or of low degree Let not the hope of gaine bring that to passe Which makes a Dunce obserue a golden Asse Nor let thy Minde at any time accord To be the Slaue to an infamous Lord. His Loue to Vice all vertuous Acts repell As if no Plagues remain'd in spacious Hell Engag'd to mischiefe and to villanie To pleasure Vice embrace iniquitie The Honour due for Vertue that Reward Is naught but base contempt meere sleight Regard He that will get by such must well dissemble And tell the Fooles they God's on Earth resemble Obsequiously the Parasite must play And hazard blacke Damnation eu'ry Day Insinuate and so waxe knauish wise Be a stampt Villen learne to temporize Sweare and forsweare depraue informe and lie Change each houre Religion periur'd die Plot plot and set friends hourly at debate Cling to the surer side the weaker hate Turne Baud at midnight Pander to the Itch Of an Adulterate Cloth of siluer Witch Practise to know to mixe with perilous Art The deadly Poyson with the amorous Dart Neatly obtaining by times cunning skill With Stibium and Cantharides to kill Such sudden Fellowes nimble in Damnation Are Vicious Courtiers greatest Estimation When disrespected Honest men forlorne Liue miserably wretched Ragg'd and torne As for the true bred villaine he shall lacke Nor Gold nor Cloth of Gold dawb'd on his backe Yet when the Slaues too many secrets know Oft with a Spanish Figge they headlong goe Hurrid to Hell the damned soules to tell What glorious villaines here on Earth doe dwell * That with a Politicque straine can make all sure * Murder with murder murder to secure * Drunke with Conceit that greatnesse beares the sway * Safely to Act what Villany it may * There is a Tricke such neuer faile to vse * In which their dearest Friends they 'l most abuse * With faire pretext of Honorable Loue * In secure cunning onely to remoue * And shift him forth into another Ayre * To purge and lessen least his Vertues rare * Should merit Kingly Fauour make him hie * Aduanc'd in state to greatest Dignitie * The Iealious thought whereof to mischiefe bent * Doth sund'ry secret practizes inuent * How to decline that growth if none take roote * Swift Mercurie a suddaine dramme must doo 't * Others there are that smiling Flatter all Proue for to each but Friend to none at all And such beleeu 't make vse of Time and Place By seruile slauery most creeping base Kissing the Clawe appeares with Coxcombe bare Praising the Vitious Gloworme past compare With O-Right vertuous Lord such sleeke Regard Replenish Flat'ries Cups with full reward Like Spiders webs of Flattery they weaue The pleasing Eares of Great-Ones to deceiue Which once Entangl'd by some Quainte Deuise Chops off their heads 't is practiz'd in a trice They 'l giue occasion that may moue discourse And by a Tricke some dang'rous Theame enforce To draw a doubtfull question to the worst They 'l make men guilty then betray e'm first These are the onely spies that gape for prey Cut-throates in silence smile and then betray Intrap th' vnskilfull beg their forfeit Liues To graspe their States thus the vile Villen thriues Whose whisp'ring poysons speakes him sins supporter Machiuillian Darknesse the Vicious Courtier .. Him the true Noble Minde must euer shunne Or liue in hazard still to be vndone Slaue to the Vanitie of Pompe high Place Ambitious thoughts Sinne and a double Face Cringes and Creepings all the base desires Of sinfull Life plagu'd with infernall fires What e're thou arr that carelesse shalt resort To th' Court of Vice onely to see the Court Take heed beware of that Enchanted Glasse Where Pride in Mortals Fiends in Hell surpasse There shalt thou Masques such midnight Reuel finde Such Musicke Banquets to alure thy minde As will affright the blood of Chastitie Turne Virgin Loue to hot Lust's Plurisie There shalt thou those of Venus Traine behold Burning Temptation flame in glit'ring Gold And though adorn'd with Pearle the Richest stuffe Their inflate Pride ne'r thinke them braue enough Were Gownes Embost with Golden Starres so fine That in each Starre a Diamond should shine Still their high Towring lofty daring Pride Like Lust restrain'd Liues neuer satisfide If checkt for it straight swiftest Mercury Strikes dead th' opgosing Foe to Venerie Like sometimes that sad most Lamented Knight Who di'd by a Tricke in such a wofull plight By Sugar Candid Poysons workt in Paste From Sinne and Murder sent whose delicate Taste Vnder the fein'd pretence of seeming good Consum'd and burnt his vitall Crimson blood Such is the Mighty-Madams-Murdring spight * Court Concubines ne'r kill but with delight Curb'd for their Pride like God's ill Angels swell As if Earth's Diuells and the World their Hell * Pride is their Zeale their Prayers
Crew * Of Puff-Paste muddie Mindes that pish and mew * Make a wry Close-stoole-face a squint ey'd glance * At Vertuous verse whose sad mischance * Is to goe vnregarded when the crime * Of a lasciuious Bastard Ballet rime * If baudy enough though ne'r so vnfit * Winnes fauour profit and the praise of wit * Read with delight and much too much requir'd * Coppies sought after greedily desir'd * When perfect Poetrie Musicke to the soule Truth 's firme Opposer ' gainst crimes filthy soule * If Read most read for fashion small delight * No comfort no respect but scornefull flight * And such is Vertues Foe the Worlds proud Minion * In whom ther 's no true Loue no perfect Vnion O Diuine Poesie I lament thy state To see thy Beautie disproportionate So poorely in esteeme their 's few I see Or none at all take true delight in thee * This wanton World farre sooner will approue * Ioy in Pot-Poets lousie Rimeing loue * Or wanton Ouids straine to itch the eare * And stirre the blood to lust rather then heare * The Glorious Godly Aime of Noble Verse * Which points at Heau'n and tels vs of that fierce All-threatning Thunderer he that descries Our secret deeds those blackest Actions spies At which amaz'd my Muse stands wrapt in wonder Beggs Mercy Mercy O thou God of Thunder Or we shall shipwracke all All too too blame Farre too vnmindfull of God's Sacred Name His Blessings day by day his great Mercy Long suffering and Excelling Safety Why should we worm's stand pretious in Heau'ns sight And not be damn'd to Euerlasting Night For our Foule erring sinnes sinnes that Excell The least whereof merits the Paines of Hell Hell that this instant Gapes to seize this world Deseruing euery moment to be hurl'd To endlesse Flames but for the Excellence Of OVR FATHER'S wonderfull patience O for the Pen of pure perfection To character Man's imperfection Open the blinde excessiue sinner's eyes Force Teares for sinne make him himselfe despise 'T were Musicke to the Soule Diuine delight Th' vndoubted Path to pleasures infinite Holla Commanding Empresse of my Braine Whether thus flings my Muse diuert thy Straine Man is so farre from making God amends That all his waies to wicked Actions bends The World 's a Racke Times Tenter-hooke to ketch At mindes most honest makes a man a wretch Thousands in want finding no way to cure it Hazard the Gallowes rather then endure it Mis'ry of Miseries when Coyne growes scant Man's Fortun 's Foot-ball ther 's no woe to want It dulls braue witts when nothing else can doe it Tames and makes desp'rate when Time brings vs to it Want makes a man turne Slaue vnto a Slaue Scoft scorn'd and flouted at by eu'ry knaue By eu'ry silken sodden-headed Foole That neuer felt Heau'ns scourge nor Mis'ries Schoole Want broacheth Mischiefes neuer thought vpon Makes many an honest woman wanton Want like a Madman makes Men sweare and Dice Simile Forget their God turne Vertue into vice Husband and wife the Sister and the Brother Compel'd through want deuoure one another Merchants Lawyers yea some Diuines will fall When want do's soundly Gripe tw'ill trie them all And therefore As an Antidote be sure First that thou pray to God that 's the maine Cure Gainst Woluish-want and then bethinke thee sure Vpon some honest meanes 't will new Create Thy vnderstanding put thee on a way With Reu'rent Soule on bended knees each day To serue thy God aright so he from falling Proues thy Protector giues thee a Vertuous Calling Heau'n grant the Honest Minde may neuer know The fierce Assaults of want that Hell of woe Torture of Minde Murderer of Modestie High-way to Theft Cut-throate of Chastitie The Key of Whoredome Bane of that true Loue Which many boast but few did euer proue Many vow Loue for euer to be true Yet when want comes Whores are not more vntrue How sweetly did that Sacred Psalmist sing And runne Times true Diuision on the string Of Misery when he of God did craue Nor Want nor too much Wealth least in the Graue Of damn'd Despaire much want might haile him in And Riches Mount him to the highest sinne Lackey his way to lewdnesse to mistrust God's Mercies and to practise wayes vniust A Holy feare seiz'd on that blessed King To dread want's Dangerous Dart Proud Riches sting May the Good Man still thirst for Mercies Cup Climbe Jacobs sacred Ladder and mount vp Into a fiery Chariot Burning Zeale Liue a bright Angell in Heau'ns Common weale Free from this World whose Pompe and Brauery Is but a Land of Durt meere slauery THE FLESH SInne Acts foule Lust vpon the Soule while it Stands Puritan Punck-like willing to commit The Flesh vnto the Soul 's a bitter Pill Sweet guilded Poyson Candide o're to kill Hurrid Carocht in Pride which glit'ring showe Of swelling Pompe whose sweet Effect is woe Fleshly delights beget much Misery Makes Couples marrie vnaduisedly Thinking Loue tittle tattles can feed their wishes Loue soone growes cold where there is empty dishes Of all the sinnes that are when nothing can Ruine the Soule the Flesh preuailes with Man His Eyes no sooner on Deuotion waite But in steps Carnall Concupiscence straight She 's at his Elbow still to itch him on Th' vnhappy path to his Confusion * Chaste wiues are Saints women that wantonize * Witches all poyson Hell is in their Eyes In which as in a Wildernesse of woe In striuing to get out on mad men goe Starke mad past sense spight of all Books and Schools Ruine their Fortunes proue the Slaues to Fooles For an alluring Minutes trifling Ioy A lewd Insatiate Longing a meere Toy * O woman woman thy bewitching motion * Fooles wisedome mads reason and blinds al deuotiō The Flesh false Traitor like striues to betray The Soule to Hell for an Infernall Prey Fleshly delight in Man feares want of Breath More then his God sinne or Eternall Death * When iust plagues come thē sin-sick sots can tremble * Make knowne to all the World how they dissemble * Pray with the lip not heart wrest sacred Text * To serue their owne Ends first and then God next * Prouide to liue in pestilent Times beginne * Take greater Care to flie from death then sinne * Ther 's nothing in our Flesh but wickednesse * Desire to liue and obscene wantonnesse We forget now that dreadfull dismall chance The Terrible Arrow of Gods vengeance When Death buried farre more then th' Earth could swallow And no man to the Graue his Friend durst follow O why should Mortals wish long life to liue What Comfort what true Ioy do's this life giue * Ther 's nothing not one thought that do's vs good * But it is strangled straight by Flesh and blood * Holy Saint Paul finding the Flesh Rebell * desir'd to be dissolu'd proud Flesh to quell * And Sacred Symeon sung ' gainst sinnes encrease * Lord let thy seruant now depart in peace
forgetfulnesse * Charity Contempt their Vertue wantonnesse * Plumpe high-fed pamper'd flesh on whom must wait * Page Pander Parasite preparation State * Gold Glistring Glory Cost Curious dyet * Insatiate Pleasure and luxurious Riot And why all this high feeding Rich Attire But like bright Beacons flaming all on fire Threat Ruine Death and Hell which wise men see And know what fooles they make know them to be Soule-flaming fire-brands Expert in Euill Witches Hell-Cats Factors for the Deuill Sucke-blouds Hyena Syrens Crocodiles All Scylla and Charybdis whose proud smiles Take pleasure to entice make Men deface Their Soules faire Temple for a poore Embrace A lushious Pleasure lewd lasciuious greeting A pleasing sweete but a most bitter sweeting Neuer was any great Arch-mischiefe done But by a Whore or a Priest first begun A Cloth of siluer Sâ—â—â— Times Tissue Trull Can with close Cleopatra's Kisses Gull The greatest Kings and Dukes loue for an houre Nor is it them shee loues but their high powre Groomes of the meanest qualitie in Court Can make her fleshly fulnesse sweeter sport A glorious shee Smocke-statist can amaze Fire famous Troy and set the world at gaze A Drab of State is a consuming Flame Oft fiers the Hearts of Princes past reclaime Turnes Ioy to deepe and Melancholy sadnesse Poysons the bloud and fils the braine with madnesse * Why should she else with painting seeme more faire * Suffer her naked Breasts lie open bare * Why vse false coulour'd haire Embost with Gold * Pownc'd with Perfumes Lockes curled to behold * Why Oyles Waters for Teeth Why void of Grace * With spots like Rats-Dung to blacke patch the face * Or why in Baths of Milke wash her proud skin * Why wrong Heau'ns work-manship with such hie sin * If not like CIRCE by enchantment strange * Men into Beasts and Beast-like natures change * Confounding sense all reason sits a side * Such is the force of her affected Pride * A painted Face sleekt o're by cunning Art * Is but the Pride of a luxurious Heart * A discontentment of God's worke vpon her * To wooe mens Eyes to Lust and her dishonor * Painting's the Nurse of black thoghts damn'd deuises * It makes the soule imitate greatest vices What is it else but daring Impudence Gainst the bright Glory of Omnipotence Lusts Looking-Glasse Torch of Iniquitie Th' imperious Mistris of all Witcherie A slimie sinne dawb'd o're the painted wall Of foulest Folly to catch fooles with all A painted Face harbours a Heart of Flint There is no rellish of Deuotion in 't Lust Pride and Enuie all the sinnes that are Waites on the painted Beautie falsely faire Still busie in her Eare her Minde her Eye To whore away Man's soule with foolerie The painted outside of a tempting Face Spotted with Hell stands sequestred from Grace * Such Prodigall sinfull sweetes Men ought not haue * Nor see th' aluring Face vnfit to craue * Soules that will mount high Heau'ns Celestiall state * Climbes Vertues Ladder vicious Actions hate * Man that will ne'r be tempted past his might * Runnes from the Glit'ring Strumpet flies her sight * O happy is the man blessed for euer * Whose Life in flying Sinne Ioyes to perseuer Vita nihil peius iniqua THE IESVITE NOt like that Masse-Priest he whose mouth is cram'd With words that speak all Protestants are damn'd Him nor his Flocke I dare not censure so Nor meane to write more then I iustly know To be most true In which knowne Path I finde Counterfeit Catholiques so grossely blinde They dare outface Heau'ns Truth forg'd lies maintaine To Cloake the cunning Iesuites subtile Braine He that do's Theefe-like waite for Vertues fall Liues in perpetuall watch to blow vp all The President recorded stands for euer In this Realmes safety which hel's Plot can neuer Wipe from Rememb'rance neuer shall the Euill Of that close Secretary to the Deuill That Jesuite GARNET liue forgot while I Haue Pen or Hand to write his Tragedy That Myne of Murther Mischiefes Master-vice Lodg'd in the Politicque skull of Auarice His desp'rate Soule was such hee durst to swimme A Sea of Vice be rackt in eu'ry Limme All Tortures suffer rather then Reueale The Treason his Religion bids conceale Witnesse thou Ghost of Garnet this is true He that han'gd drawne and quarter'd had his due To him was knowne the powder pitchie Treason Neuer to be forgot he knew the season When where and how that suddaine bloudie blow Blacke Hell-bred Thunder flaming ouerthrow Should haue bin giuen knew the Times short space When no soule should haue time to pray for Grace Or cry God helpe The Treason was so foule The Traitors would haue damn'd both body and Soule If in their power and eu'ry soule i' th Ayre Tost vp sent vnprepar'd of heau'nly prayer With all their sinnes O horrid horrid Act All this the Jesuite knew conceal'd the Fact And rather then disclose least warning giue King Prince and Nobles not a soule should liue Here was a Villaine yet I 'ue knowne in Spaine The Traitors death so moan'd such Credit gaine Though here he dyde for Treasons iust Complaint There Monster Iesuites make a Martyr'd Saint Mischieuous Masse-Priests to his meriting Fame At the high Altar in a spatious frame Aduance to him as to a Saint most blest His Body-mangled Picture thus exprest Garnets Picture Bare Head white Beard Lookes sober in his Gowne * Him ouer head Angels with Laurell Crowne * About his Necke a long large Halter tide * Hangs as befitting such downe the Left side * His Belly ript bloud seeming open raw * Holding in his right hand his pictur'd straw * Beneath his right side flames a Heart in fire * ' Boue his left side Limmes quarter'd Treasons hire * Presented on a Towre which Pictur'd storie Straw-sainted set vp to 'th Arch-Traitors Glory Inuites each eye yea all the World to see Jesuites Protectors of all Villany * Poys'ning of Princes held as trifling things * With them 't is meritorious to kill Kings Can this Religion be they thinke it pure But Man ne'r knew Religion more impure Their Church is but their Baud bad deedes to further Th' onely sanctuary for bloud and murther Plots Practizes hellish abomination Pardons for Treason holy approbation Of that ill-Sainted wretch his cursed fault That Father to Faux the Diuell i' th vault Such Judas-Iesuites euer Traitors proue To King and Prince disloyall in their loue * Yet outward fawning seeme on bended knee * Low as the earth O true hypocrisie * Vnder the milde aspect of Reuerence * In duty and submisse obedience * With Oylie Eloquence best pleasing Phrase * Catching Orations full of flat'ring praise * When in the Heart abides no spot of good * All treach'rous thoughts all thirsting after bloud * The fall of Princes change alteration * The Protestants Religion 's desolation * Such is the Iesuites diue'lish disposition * The nature of the Beast his true condition * He that can
Eye E uer beheld His Life was Vertues Story D epriu'd by death for his Immortall Glory Duke Richmonds Ghost To his Princely Dutches. L ife of that Loue to me on Earth most Deare O cease to grieue for me let no sad Teare D rop from thy Fun'rall Eyes Death came I went O 're ioyd from Earth to Heau'ns pure Parlaiment W hy then sad sweet which once my heart did burne I n true Loues Flames why dost thou sit and mourne C leare Eyes Looke vp ioy in th' Allternall Trine K eepe teares for sinne so Turtle liue Diuine S aint like they liue where Vertue rules high blood T ' is most most fearefull to be Great not Good V nlocke thy treasure then Heau'ns steward be A nd what I left vndone doe thou for me R eward thy Seruants Good Deeds lead the way T o make vs liue best in the latter day So farewell Sweet Good God from wayes vneuen Thy Ship of Life steere to the Land of Heauen Duke Richmonds Epitaph FRom fogs of vanity thicke Cloudes of Vice Lockt from each Soule seducing vaine Entice Here lyes Entoomb'd a gracious Prince whose Birth Almighty God fram'd of the purest Earth Through euery Conduite of the Flesh high straines Of Royall blood ranne through his Azure Veines Like a faire printed Godly pleasing Booke So did his Dead Corpes Liuing rarely looke His Eyes toth ' compleate carriage of his Head Were Leaues of Loue where none that knew but Read A Body so befitting euery Limme Neuer was more becoming then in Him But now in Graue that Forme is chang'd to Clay Which liuing shin'd like to a Sommers Day Gone is the subiect of my mournefull verse His Sun is set turn'd to a sable Herse Lodg'd in the Night within a death bed laide Form'd by rude hands the Picke Axe and the Spade To put the world in minde these dayes of sinne Death shall deface as if they ne'r had bin Witnesse the sad rememb'rance of that day When this dead Duke so early snatcht away How soone that Morne when to Attend his King For to enact some memorable thing Death by the King of Kings which writ was sent To send his Soule to Heau'ns pure Parlaiment An Epitaph Pawse Reader for me thinkes I see appeare Sorrow in thy Face there dropt a tender teare I' st euen so reade on here shalt thou finde His Heau'n on Earth the beauty of his minde No vaine affecting Pompe Pride nor Ambition Bred in the bosome of his sweet condition * Deseruing Loue Courteous he was to all * A Louer of Iustice Foe to Sathans thrall * True Friend to Vertue Learning wholsome Lawes * Wonderfull valiant in a Righteous Cause * Patron of Piety Fauourer of Arts * A Noble Cherrisher of all good Parts * What flourishing Vertue e're made Man blest * But tooke a Lodging in Duke Richmonds brest Heau'n gaue him high Birth Scotland Princely Name France courtly Language England Eternall Fame The modest garbe of graue ciuilitie Meeknesse with Loue and true Humility Vsher'd his Soule the perfect Path to proue The Rich content of Great Iehoua's Loue Round Crown'd with Glory sempeternall Light Glit'ring in Heau'n blest in his Makers sight He Liues that was not onely Great in blood But what is farre more Rare a Great man Good The Lord Marquesse HAMLETON His Epitaph I f there be sighes a Teare or grieuous Groane A Sorrow yet neuer to Mortall knowne M ake here your Rendeuoze sighs teares each moane E ach Eye behold by Fatall stroake here lies S trucke into Earth True Honou'rs Noble Prize H ow e're his Body in sad sickenesse sped A ngels with his faire Soule to Heau'n are fled M auger the poyson'd shafts of death and Hell L ing'ring disease Earths Witch-craft or sinnes spell E ternity so grac'd him Death was vext T o see him liue and therefore slew him next O f all to all our Worthyes lately sent N euer to die in Heau'ns True Parlaiment Arthur Lord Chichester His Epitaph A dmir'd blest Chichester Councellour at warre R eu'rent State worthy Wisedom's Earth-bred Starre T o the true griefe of Kingdomes he is gon H is faire Sun-set cold as the Marble stone V ictorious Viceroy O with what a zeale R ul'd he Hybernias troublesome Common-weale C urb'd rough hair'd Kerne in conqu'ring Rebels hearts H ee was belou'd and fear'd for his rare parts I ustice and Mercy Vsher'd him the way C onstant to Gouerne that could best obay H onour and Vertue still in him combinde E xprest the fulnesse of his Noble Minde S ighs turn'd to Teares sad Teares to greiuous groanes T hose sighs Teares to hunder'd thousand moanes E xprest for Him wise valiant most descreet R are Fruit made ripe for Heau'n for Earth too sweet To the Right Honorable Robert Earle of Warwicke his Anagram in Latine ROBERTVS RICH Anagramma CHRISTE ROBVR Englished O CHRIST my Strength Relligio Virtus Pietas hoc nomine constat CHRISTE ROBVR sacrae Relligionis Apex How well thy Name and Vertue do's agree Firme Faith is found in that all worth in thee To the Right Honourable Sr. Iulius Caesar Knight Mr. of the Rolls c. His Annagram IVLIVS CAESAR Annagramma IVS AC LIS VERA Englished IVST DEALING AND TRVE STRIFE IN this your Honours Anagram I finde Iust Dealing Arm'd with a Religious Minde Fixt in your Soule Friend to despised Art And Noble Vertue O thrice happy Heart Jacobs true strife with God for glorious Fame Shines in the Vertue of your Noble Name By your Just Dealing And True Strife with sinne You conquer Hell a holy Battle winne Striue on faire soule thy Zeale makes Heau'n thy friend And Heau'ns high Chanc'ry Court thy Iournies end VERSES Vpon the Principall Coate at Armes of my Honorable Friend Sir HENRY HART Knight of the Noble order of the Bath SYmbolus iste hominem designant honore Potentem Rex Leo concessum est Ceruus Princepsque Terrarum Thus exprest in English This Noble Armes faire Honor decks antient worth inuests The Lion is the King I grant the Hart the Prince of Beasts Attributes belonging to the Hart. Ingenious quicke long liu'd Chaste Noble wise Are attributes found proper that arise To this braue Creatures praise more to impart SERTORIVS lead his Army by a Hart And ALEXANDER tooke great pride to decke With Golden Collars the soft veluet Necke Of those Heroicque Rangers that tooke breath Hunder'd yeeres after Alexanders Death This being iust how much more stirres vp Art That Noble Name set in a bounteous Hart. An Acrosticke Compos'd at the Marriage Of my honour'd Friend Sir Thomas Stanly with the LADY his wife that now is Fidelitie Honor Loue M arriage that Sacred tye vniteing Hearts A mple in Circular Loue which neuer Parts R are gentle Bride in your blest Heart hath plac't Y our Husbands Heart he that so thinkes him grac't S o farre beyond expression nothing can T ell his high Ioy by you a Happy man A