Selected quad for the lemma: mercy_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
mercy_n	let_v	lord_n	name_n	9,327	5	5.7485	4	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A11395	Du Bartas his deuine weekes and workes translated: and dedicated to the Kings most excellent Maiestie by Iosuah Syluester; Sepmaine. English	Du Bartas, Guillaume de Salluste, seigneur, 1544-1590.; Sylvester, Josuah, 1563-1618.; Pibrac, Guy du Faur, seigneur de, 1529-1584. Quatrains. English.; La Noue, Odet de, seigneur de Téligny, d. 1618. Paradoxe que les adversitez sont plus necessaires que les prosperités. English.; Hudson, Thomas, 16th/17th cent.; Hole, William, d. 1624, engraver.	1611 (1611)	STC 21651; ESTC S110823	556,900	1,016

Pestilence In hate of thee th' Air thick and sloathful breeds No ●lowe Disease both yong and old itspeeds All are indifferent For through all the Land It spreads almost in turning of a hand To the so-sick hard seems the softest plumes Flames from his eys from 's mouth come Iakes-like fumes His head his neck his bulk his legs doth tire Outward all water inward all a-fire With a deep Cough his spungy Lungs he wastes Black Blood and Choler both at-once he casts His voices passage is with Biles be-layd His Soul's Interpreter rough foul and flayd Thought of the Grief it 's rigor oft augments 'Twixt Hope and fear it hath no long suspence With the Disease Death ioyntly traverseth Th' Infections stroak is even the stroak of Death Art yeelds to th' anguish Reason stoops to rage Physicians skill himself doth ill engage The streets too still the Town all out of Town All Dead or Fled vnto the halowed ground The howling Widow though she lov'd him deer Yet dares not follow her dead husbands Beer Each mourns his Losse each his owne Case complains Pel-mel the liuing with the dead remains As a good-natur'd and wel-nurtur'd Chyld ●mile Found in a fault by 's Master sharply myld Blushing and bleaking betwixtshame and fear With down-cast eyes laden with many a tear More with sad gesture than with words doth craue An humble Pardon of his Censor graue So Dauid hearing th' holy Prophets Threat Dauids Repentance He apprehends Gods Iudgements dradly-great And thrill'd with fear flies for his sole defence To pearly Tears Mournings and sad Laments Off-goes his Gold his Glory treads he down His Sword his Scepter and his pretious Crown He fasts he prayes he weeps he grieues he grones His hamous Sins he bitterly be-mones And in a Cauehard-by he roareth out A sigh-full Song so dolefully devout That even the Stone doth groan and pearç't withall Le ts it's salt tears with his sad tears to fall Ay-gracious Lord thus Sings he night and day Psal. 51. Wash wash my Soule in thy deep Mercies sea O Mercy Mercy Lord alowd he Cries And Mercy Mercy still the Rock replyes Application to France O God my God sith for our grievous Sin Which will-full we so long haue weltred in Thou powr'st the Torrents of thy Vengeance down On th' azure Field with Golden Lillies sow'n Sith every moment thy iust Angerdrad Roars thunders lightens on our guilty head Sith Famine Plague and War with bloody hand Doo all at once make havock of this Land Make vs make vse of all these Rods aright That we may quench with our Tears-water quight Thine Ire-full Fier our former Vices spurn And true-reform'd Iustice to Mercy turn And so O Father fountain of all Good The like to England now for many yeares together grieuously afflicted with the Plague Ocean of Iustice Mercie 's bound-les Flood Since for Our Sins exceeding all the rest As most ingrate-ful though most rarely blest After so long Long-Sufferance of Thine So-many Warnings of thy Word diuine So-many Threatnings of thy dread-full Hand So-many Dangers seap't by Sea and Land So-many Blessings in so good a King So-many Blossoms of that fruit-ful Spring So-many Foes abroad and False at home So-many Reskue● from the rage of Rome So-many Shields against so many Shot So-many Mercies in that Powder-Plot So light regarded and so soon forgot Since for Our Sins so many and so great So little mov'd with Promise or with Threat Thou now at last as a iust ielouze God Strik'st vs thy Self with thine immediate Rod Thy Rod of PESTILENCE whose rage-full smart With deadly pangs pearcing the strongest hart Tokens of Terror leaues vs where it lights And so infects or so at least affrights That Neighbour Neighbour Brother Brother shuns The tendrest Mother dares not see her Sons The neerest Friend his deerest Friend doth flye Yea scarce the Wife dares close her Husbands eye For through th' Example of our Vicious life As Sin breeds Sin and Husband marr's the Wife Simile Sister prowdes Sister Brother hardens Brother Andone Companion doth corrupt another So through Contagion of this dire Disease It iustly doth thy heav'nly Iustice please To cause vs thus each other to infect Though This we flye and That too-nigh affect Since for our Sins which hang so fast vpon-vs So dreadfully thy Fury frowneth on-vs Sith still thou Strikest and still Threat'nest more More grieuous Wounds then we haue felt before O gratious Father giue vs grace in fine To make our Profit of these Rods of thine That true Converted by thy milde Correction We may abandon euery foule Affection That Humblenes may flaring Pride dis-plume That Temperance may Surfaiting consume That Chastity may chase our wanton Lust That Diligence may wear-off Slothfull rust That Loue may liue in Wrath and Envies place That Bounties hand may Auarice deface That Truth may put Lying and Fraud to flight That Faith and Zeal may keep thy Sabbaths right That Reverence of thy drad Name may banish Blasphemous Oaths and all Profanenesse vanish Since for our Sins aswell in Court as Cottage Of all Degrees all Sexes Youth and Dotage Of Clarks and Clownes Rich Poore and Great and Small Thy fear-ful Vengeance hangeth ouer all O Touch vs all with Horror of our Crimes O Teach vs all to turn to thee be-times O Turn vs Lord and we shall turned be Giue what thou bidst and bid what pleaseth thee Giue vs REPENTANCE that thou mayst repent Our present PLAGVE and future Punishment FINIS THE MAGNIFICENCE THE SECOND BOOK OF the fourth Day of the second Week of BARTAS THE ARGVMENT Death-summon'd DAVID in his sacred Throne Instals instructs his yong Son SALOMON His pleas-God Choice of WISEDOM wins him Honor And Health and Wealth at-once to wait vpon her His wondrous Doom quick Babe's Claim to decide Mis-Matches taxt in His with PHARAONIDE Their pompous Nuptials Seav'n Heav'n Masquers there The glorious TEMPLE Builded richly-rare Salem's Renown drawes Saba to his Court King IAMES to His brings BARTAS in like sort HAppy are You ô You delicious Wits That stint your Studies as your Fury fits That in long Labours full of pleasing pain Exhaust not wholly all your learned brain That changing Note now light and grave anon Handle the Theam that first you light vpon That here in Sonnets there in Epigrams Euaporate your sweet Soule-boyling Flames But my deer Honor and my sacred Vows And Heav'ns decree made in that Higher-House Hold me fast fetter'd like a Gally-slaue To this hard Task No other Care I haue Nought else I dream of neither night nor day Aim at ought else or look I other-way But alwayes busie like a Mil-stone seem Simile Still turned round with the same rapid stream Thence is 't that oft maugrè Apollos grace I humme so harsh and in my Works in chase Lame crawling Lines according to the Fire Which more or lesse the whirling P●les inspire And also mingle Linsie-woolsie-wise This gold-ground

swouns and many others Eternall fellows of all future mothers Vnder his yoak thy husband thee shall haue Tyrant by thee made the Arch-tyrants slaue Against Man And thou disloyall which hast harkned more To a wanton fondling then my sacred lore Hence forth the sweat shall bubble on thy brow Thy hands shall blister and thy back shall bow Ne'r shalt thousend into thy branchievains A bit but bought with price of thousand pains For the earth feeling euen in her th' effect Of the doom thundred 'gainst thy foul defect In stead of sweet fruits which she selfly yeelds Seed-less and Art-less ouer all thy fields With thorns and burrs shall bristle vp her brest In short thou shalt not taste the sweets of rest Till ruth-less Death by his extreamest pain Thy dust-born body turn to dust again Heer I conceiue that flesh and bloud will brangle Obiection to excuse the Sinne of Man And murmuring Reason with th' almighty wrangle Who did our parents with Free-will indue 1. Though he fore-saw that that would be the clew Should lead their steps into the wofull way Where life is death ten thousand times a day Now all that he fore-sees befalls and further Hee all euents by his free powr doth order Man taxeth God of too-vniust severity For plaguing Adams sin in his posterity So that th' old yeers renewed generations Cannot asswage his venging indignations Which haue no other ground to prosecute But the mis eating of a certain fruit O dusty wormling dar'st thou striue and stand Answeres to the first obiection With Heav'ns high Monarch wilt thou wretch demand Count of his deeds Ah! shall the Potter make 1. His clay such fashion as him list to take And shal not God Worlds Founder Natures Father Dispose of man his own meer creature rather The supream King who Iudge of greatest Kings By number weight and measure acts all things Vice-loathing Lord pure Iustice patron strong Law 's life Right 's rule will he doo any wrong Man holdest thou of God thy frank Free-will 2. But free t' obay his sacred goodnes still Freely to follow him and doe his hest Net Philtre-charm'd nor by Busiris prest God arms thee with discourse but thou O wretch By the keen edge the wound-soule sword doost catch Killing thy self and in thy loyns thy line O banefull Spider weaving wofull twine All Heav'ns pure flowrs thou turnest into poyson Thy sense reaues sense thy reason robs thy reason For thou complainest of Gods grace whose Still Extracts from dross of thine audacious ill 3. Three vnexpected goods prayse for his Name Bliss for thy self for Satan endless-shame Sith but for sin Iustice and Mercy were But idle names and but that thou didst erre CHRIST had not com to conquer and to quell Vpon the Cross Sin Satan Death and Hell Making thee blessed more since thine offence Then in thy primer happy innocence Thē might'st thou dy now death thou doost not doubt Now in the Heav'n then didst thou ride without In earth thou liv'dst then now in Heav'n thou beest Then thou didst hear Gods word it now thou seest Then pleasant fruits now Christ is thy repast Then might'st thou fall but now thou standest fast Now Adams fault was not in deed so light As seems to Reason's sin-bleard Owlie sight But 't was a chain where all the greatest sinns Were one in other linked fast as Twinns Ingratitude pride treason gluttony Too-curious skill-thrist enuy felony Too-light too-late beleef were the sweet baits That made him wander from Heav'ns holy straights What wouldst thou Father say vnto a Son Of perfect age to whom for portion Witting and willing while thy self yet livest All thy possessions in the earth thou givest And yet th' vngratefull grace-lesse insolent In thine own Land rebellion doth invent Map now an Adam in thy memory By Gods own hand made with great maiesty Not poor nor pined but at whose command The rich aboundance of the world doth stand Not slaue to sense but having freely might To bridle it and range it still aright No idiot fool nor drunk with vain opinion But Gods Disciple and his deerest Minion Who rashly growes for little nay for nought His deadly foe that all his good had wrought So mayst thou ghess what whip what rope what rack What fire were fit to punish Adams lack Answeres to the second obiection Then sith Mans sin by little and little runs End-less through every Age from Sires to Sons 1. And still the farther this foul sin-spring flowes It still more muddy and more filthy growes Thou ought'st not marvail if even yet his seed Feel the iust wages of this wicked deed For though the keen sting of concupiscence Cannot yer birth his fell effect commence The vnborn Babe hid in the Mothers womb Is Sorrow's seruant and Sin 's servile groom As a frail Mote from the first Mass extract Which Adam baen'd by his rebellious fact Sound off-spring coms not of a Kinde infected Parts are not fair if to tall be defected And a defiled stinking sink doth yeeld More durt then water to the neighbour field While nights black muffler hoodeth vp the skies 2. The silly blind-man misseth not his eys Simile But when the day summons to work again His night eternall then he doth complain That hee goes groping and his hand alas Is fain to guide his foot and guard his face So man that liveth in the wombs obscurity Knowes not nor maketh knowen his lusts impurity Which for't is sown in a too-plentious ground Takes root already in the Caues profound Of his infected Hart with 's birth it peers And growes in strength as he doth growe in years And waxt a Tree though proyn'd with thousand cares An execrable deadly fruit it bears Thou seest no wheat Helleborus can bring 3. Nor barly from the madding Morrell spring Simile Nor bleating Lambs braue Lyons doe not breed The leprous Parents raise a leprous seed Even so our Grand-sire living Innocent Had stockt the whole World with a Saint-descent But suffering sin in EDEN him inuade His sons the sons of Sin and Wrath he made For God did seem t'indow with glory and grace 4. Not the first Man so much as all mans race And after reaue again those gifts diuine Not him so much as in him all his line For if an odious Traytour that conspires Simile Against a Prince or to his state aspires Feel not alone the laws extremity But his sons sons although somtimes they be Honest and vertuous for their Fathers blame Are hap-less scarr'd with an eternall shame May not th' Eternall with a righteous terror In Adams issue punish Adams error May he not thrall them vnder Deaths command And sear their brows with everlasting brand Of infamy who in his stock accurst Haue graft worse slips then Adam set at first Mans seed then iustly by succession Conclusion of the former Disputations and execution of Gods Decree

giueth vs a good We sought not for or rather we with-stood So that to hear and see these consequences Of wonders strange we scarce beleeue our senses O! let the King let Mounsieur and the Sover'n That doth Nauarras Spayn-wrongd Scepter govern Gratefull remēbrance of the means therof Be all by all their Countries Fathers cleapt O! let the honour of their names be kept And on brass leaves ingrav'n eternally In the bright Temple of fair Memory For hauing quencht so soon so many fires Disarm'd our arms appeas'd the heav'nly ires Calm'd the pale horror of intestin hates And damned-vp the bi-front Fathers gates Much more let vs deer World-diuided Land Extoll the mercies of Heav'ns mighty hand An imitation thereof by the Translatour in honour of our late gracious Soverain Elizabeth in whose happy Raigne God hath giuen this Kingdom so long peace and rich prosperity That while the World Wars bloody rage hath rent To vs so long so happy Peace hath lent Maugre the malice of th' Italian Priest And Indian Pluto prop of Anti-christ VVhose Hoast like Pharao's threatning Israel Our gaping Seas haue swallowed quick to hell Making our Ile a holy Safe-Retreat For Saints exil'd in persecutions heat Much more let vs with true-heart-tuned breath Recorde the Praises of ELIZABETH Our martiall Pallas and our milde Astraea Of grace and wisdom the divine Idea Whose prudent Rule with rich religious Rest VVel-neer nine Lustres hath this Kingdom blest O! pray we him that from home-plotted dangers And bloody threats of proud ambitious Strangers So many years hath so securely kept her In iust possession of this flowring Scepter That to his glory and his deer Sonns honour All happy length of life may wait vppon her That we her Subiects whom he blesseth by-her Psalming his praise may sound the same the higher But waiting Lord in som more learned Laies To sing thy glory and my Soueraigns praise I sing the young Worlds Cradle as a Proëm Vnto so rare and so Divine a Poëm WHO FVL OF wealth and honours blandishment Among great Lords his younger years hath spent An Elegant cōparison representing the lamentable Condition of Adam and Eue driuen out of Paradise And quaffing deeply of the Court-delights Vs'd nought but Tilts Turneis and Masks and Sights If in his age his Princes angry doom With deep disgrace driue him to liue at home In homely Cottage where continually The bitter smoak exhales abundantly From his before-vn-sorrow-drained brain The brackish vapours of a siluer rain Where Vsher-less both day and night the North South East and West windes enter and goe forth Where round-about the lowe-rooft broken walls In stead of Arras hang with Spiders cauls Where all at once he reacheth as he stands With brows the roof both walls with both his hands He weeps and sighs and shunning comforts ay Wisheth pale Death a thousand times a day And yet at length falling to work is glad To bite a brown crust that the Mouse hath had And in a Dish instead of Plate or Glass Sups Oaten drink in stead of Hypocras So or much like our rebell Elders driuen For ay from Eden Earthly type of Heav'n Ly languishing neer Tigris grassie side With nummed limbs and spirits stupefied But powrfull NEED Arts antient Dame and Keeper The first Maner of life The early watch-clock of the sloathfull sleeper Among the Mountains makes them seek their liuing And foaming Riuers through the champain driuing For yet the Trees with thousand fruits y-fraught In formall Checkers were not fairly brought The Pear and Apple liued Dwarf-like there With Oakes and Ashes shadowed euery-where And yet al as their meanest simple cheer Our wretched Parents bought full hard and deer To get a Plum somtimes poor Adam rushes With thousand wounds among a thousand bushes If they desire a Medlar for their food They must goe seek it through a fearefull wood Or a brown Mulbery then the ragged Bramble With thousand scratches doth their skin be-scramble Wherefore as yet more led by th' appetite Great simplicity in their kinde of life Of th' hungry belly then the tastes delight Liuing from hand to mouth soon satisfi'd To earn their supper th' after noon they ply'd Vn-stor'd of dinner till the morrow-day Pleas'd with an Apple or som lesser pray Then taught by Ver richer in flowrs then fruit And hoary Winter of both destitute Nuts Filberds Almonds wisely vp they hoord The best prouisions that the woods affoord Touching their garments for the shining wooll Their Cloathing Whence the roab-spinning precious Worms are full For gold and siluer wov'n in drapery For Cloth dipt double in the scarlet Dy For Gemms brightlustre with excessiue cost On rich embroideries by rare Art embost Somtimes they do the far-spred Gourd vnleave Sometime the Fig-tree of his branch bereave Somtimes the Plane somtimes the Vine they shear Choosing their fairest tresses heer and there And with their sundry locks thorn'd each to other Their tender limbs they hide from Cynthias Brother Somtimes the Iuie's climing stems they strip Which lovingly his lively prop doth clip And with green lace in artificiall order The wrinkled bark of th' Acorn-Tree doth border And with his arms th' Oaks slender twigs entwining A many branches in one tissue ioyning Frames a loose Iacquet whose light nimble quaking Wagg'd by the windes is like the wanton shaking Of golden spangles that in stately pride Daunce on the tresses of a noble Bride But while that Adam waxen diligent Their Winter Sutes Wearies his limbs for mutuall nourishment While craggy Mountains Rocks and thorny Plains And bristly Woods be witness of his pains Eue walking forth about the Forrests gathers Speights Parrots Peacocks Estrich scattered feathers And then with wax the smaller plumes she sears And sowes the greater with a white horse hairs For they as yet did serue her in the steed Of Hemp and Towe and Flax and Silk and Threed And thereof makes a medly coatso rare That it resembles Nature's Mantle fair When in the Sunne in pomp all glistering She seems with smiles to woo the gawdie Spring When by stoln moments this she had contriv'd Leaping for ioy her cheerfull looks reviv'd Sh' admires her cunning and incontinent ' Sayes on herself her manly ornament And then through path-less paths she runs apace To meet her husband comming from the Chase. Sweet-heart quoth shee and then she kisseth him My Loue my Life my Blisse my Ioy my Gemm My souls deer Soule take in good part I pree-thee This pretty Present that I gladly giue-thee Thanks my deer All quoth Adam then for this And with three kisses he requites her kiss Then on he puts his painted garment new And Peacock-like himself doth often view Looks on his shadow and in proud amaze Admires the hand that had the Art to cause Eues industry in making a Gar ment for her Husband So many seuerall parts to meet in one To fashion thus the quaint Mandilion But when

The Pines and Cedars haue but boughs to showe The shoars do shrink the swelling waters growe Alas so-many Nephews lose I heer Amid these deeps that but for mountains neer Vpon the rising of whoseridges lofty The lusty climbe on every side for safety I should be seed-less but alas the Water Swallows those Hils and all this wide Theater Is all one Pond O children whither fly-you Alas Heav'ns wrath pursues you to destroy-you The stormy waters strangely rage and roar Rivers and Seas haue all one common shoar To wit a sable water-loaden Sky Ready to rain new Oceans instantly O Sonn-less Father O too fruitfull haunches O wretched root O hurtfull hatefull branches O gulfs vnknowen O dungeons deep and black O worlds decay O vniversall wrack O Heav'ns O Seas O Earth now earth no more O flesh O bloud Heer sorrow stopt the door Of his sad voice and almost dead for woe The prophetizing spirit forsook him so NOAH The SECOND DAY Of The SECOND WEEK Containing 1. THE ARK 2. BABYLON 3. THE COLONIES 4. THE COLVMNES Acceptam refero The ARKE THE I. PART OF THE II. DAY OF THE II. WEEK THE ARGVMENT Noah prepares the Ark and thither brings With him a Seed-payr of all liuing things His exercise a ship-board Atheist Cham His holy Fathers humble Zeal doth blame And diversly impugns Gods Prouidence Noah refells his Faith-less arguments The Flood surceast Th' Ark-landed Blood forbid The Rain-bowe bent what it pre-figured Wine drowneth Wit Cham scoffs the Nakednes Of 's sleeping Sire the Map of Drunkennes IF Now no more my sacred rimes distill A Preamble wherin by a modest Complaint the Poet stirs vp the Readers attention and makes himselfe way to the inuocation of the name of God With Art-less ease from my discustom'd quill If now the Laurell that but lately shaded My beating temples be dis-leav'd and vaded And if now banisht from the learned Fount And cast down head-long from the lofty Mount Where sweet Vrania sitteth to indite Mine humbled Muse flag in a lowely flight Blame these sad Times ingratefull cruelty My houshold cares my healths infirmity My drooping sorrows for late grieuous losses My busie suits and other bitter crosses Lo there the clogs that weigh down heavily My best endevours whilom soaring high My harvest's hail the pricking thorns and weeds That in my soule choak those diviner seeds O gracious God! remove my great incumbers Kindle again my faiths neer-dying imbers Asswage thine anger for thine own Sons merit And from me Lord take not thy holy Spirit Comb gild and polish more then ever yet This latter issue of my labouring wit And let not me be like the winde that proudly Begins at first to roar and murmur loudly Against the next hils over-turns the Woods With furious tempest tumbles-vp the floods And fiercely-fell with stormy puffs constrains The sparkling flints to roule about the Plains But flying faints and every league it goes One nimble feather of his wing doth lose But rather like a River poorly-breeding In barren Rocks thence drop by drop proceeding Which toward the Sea the more he flies his source With growing streams strengthens his gliding course Rowles roars and foams raging with rest-less motion And proudly scorns the greatnes of the Ocean THE DOOMS of Adam lackt not long effect For th' angry Heav'ns that can without respect The comming of the Flood and Building of the Ark. Of persons plague the stubborn Reprobate In Waters buried th' Vniuersall-state And never more the nimble painted Legions With hardy wings had cleft the ayrie Regions We all had perisht and the Earth in vain Had brought such store of fruits and grass and grain If Lamechs Son by new-found Art directed That huge vast vessell had not first erected Which sacred refuge kept the parent-payrs Of all things moving in the Earth and Ayrs Now while the Worlds-re-colonizing Boat Noahs exercises aboord the Ark. Doth on the waters over Mountains float Noe passeth not with tales and idle play The tedious length of dayes and nights away But as the Sommers sweet distilling drops Vpon the medowes thirsty yawning chops Re-greens the Greens and doth the flowrs re-flowr All scorcht and burnt with Auster's parching powr So the care-charming hony that distills From his wise lips his house with comfort fils Flatters despair dries tears calms inward smarts And re-aduanceth sorrow-daunted harts Cheer ye my children God doth now retire These murdering Seas which the revenging ire Of his strict Iustice holy indignation Hath brought vpon this wicked generation Arming a season to destroy mankinde The angry Heav'ns the water and the winde As soon again his gracious Mercy will Clear cloudy Heav'ns calm windes and waters still His wrath and mercy follow turn by turn That like the Lightning doth not lightly burn Long in a place and this from age to age Hides with her wings the faithfull heritage Our gracious God makes scant-weight of displeasure And spreads his mercy without weight or measure Somtimes he strikes vs to especiall ends Vpon our selues our Children or our friends In soule or body goods or else good names But soon he casts his rods in burning flames Not with the fist but finger he doth beat vs Nor doth hethrill so oft as he doth threat-vs And prudent Steward giues his faithfull Bees Wine of his wrath to rebell Drones the Lees. And thus the deeds of Heav'ns Iust-gentle King The Second Worlds good Patriarch did sing Cham full of impiety is brought-in answering his Father and diuersly impugning the wisdom irreprohensible Prowidence of God Almighty and All-mercifull and the humble religious Zeal of Noah But brutish Cham that in his brest accurst The secret roots of sinfull Atheisme nurst Wishing already to dis-throne th' Eternall And self-vsurp the Maiesty supernall And to himself by name of Iupiter On Afrik sands a sumptuous Temple rear With bended brows with stout and stern aspect In scornfull tearms his Father thus be-checkt Oh! how it grieves me that these servil terrors The scourge of Cowards and base vulgars errors Haue ta'n such deep root in your feeble brest Why Father alwayes selfly thus deprest Will you thus alwaies make yourself a drudge Fearing the fury of a fained Iudge And will you alwaies forge your self a Censor That weighs your words and doth your silence censure A sly Controuler that doth count your hairs That in his hand your hearts keys ever bears Records your sighes and all your thoughts descries And all your sins present and past espies A barbarous Butcher that with bloudy knife Threats night and day your grieuous-guilty life O! see you not the superstitious heat Of this blinde zeal doth in your minde beget A thousand errors light credulity Doth drive you still to each extreamity Faining a God with thousand storms opprest Fainter then Women fiercer then a Beast Who tender-hearted weeps at others weeping Wails others woes and at the onely peeping Of others bloud in suddain swoun deceases In

he the Wine shall sup You shall sowe Fields and he shall reap the Crop You shall keep Flocks and he shall take the Fleece And PHARAO'S Yoak shall seem but light to his But IZARAEL doth wilfull still perseuer And SAMVEL prest and importun'd ever Saul anointed King of Israell Anointeth SAVL the son of CIS a Man Whose cursed end marr'd what he well began You too-too-light busie ambitious wits That Heav'n and Earth confound with furious fits Fantastik Frantiks that would innovate A check to busie seditious and ambitious Malcontents in any State And every moment change your form of STATE That weening high to fly fall lower still That though you change your bed change not your Ill See See how much th' Almighty the most High Heer-in abhors your fond inconstancy The PEOPLE-STATE the ARISTOCRACY The authority of every kinde of Government is from God And sacred KINGDOM took authority A-like from Heav'n and these three Scepter-forms Flourish a-vie as well in Arts and Arms As prudent Laws Therefore you stout Helvetians Grisons Genevians Ragusins Uenetians Maintain your Liberties and change not now Therefore every People to persist in the State established Your sacred Laws rooted so deep with you On th' other side we that are born and bred Vnder KINGS Aw vnder one Supreme Head Let vs still honor their drad Maiesties Obey their Laws and pay them Subsidies Let 's read let 's hear no more these factious Teachers These shame-les Tribunes these seditious Preachers That in all places alwayes belch and bark Aloud a-broad or whisper in the dark Railing at Princes whether good or bad The true Lieutenants of Almighty God And let not vs before a KING prefer A Senate-sway nor Scepter Popular 'T is better bear the Youth-slips of a KING I' th' Law som fault I' th' State som blemishing Than to fill all with Blood-flouds of Debate While to Reform you would Deform a STATE One cannot with-out danger stir a stone In a great Building 's olde foundation And a good Leach seeks rather to support With ordered dyet in a gentle sort A feeble Body though in sickly plight Than with strong Med'cines to destroy it quight And therefore Cursed ever Cursed be Our * A iust Execration of the Popish Powder-Plot on the fift of November 1605. Hell spurr'd PERCIE' 's fel Conspiracy And every head and every hand and heart That did Conceiue or but Consent his part POPE prompted Atheists faining Superstition To cover Cruelty and cloak Ambition Incarnat Divels Enemies of Man Dam-Murdering Vipers Monsters in-humane Dis-natur'd NERO'S impious EROSTRATES That with one Puff would blowe-vp all Estates Prince's and Peer's and Peoples Government For of all Three consists our PARLIAMENT Religion Order Honesty and all And more then all that Fear can fear to fall And therfore Blessed ever Blessed be Our glorious GOD's immortall Maiesty ENGLANDS Great Watch-Man he that Israel keeps Who neuer slumbers and who neuer sleeps Our gratious Father whose still-firm affection Defends vs still with wings of his Protection Our louing Saviour that thus Saues vs still Vs so vnworthy vs so prone to ill Our sacred Comforter the Spirit of Light Who steers vs still in the True FAITH aright The TRINITIE th' Eternall THREE in ONE Who by his Powr and Prouidence alone Hath from the Furnace of their Fiery Zeal Preserv'd our PRINCE our PEERS our PVBLIK-WEAL Therefore O PRINCE our nostrils deerest breath Thou true Defender of true Christian FAITH O! let the Zeal of GOD'S House eat thee vp Fill BABYLON her measure in her Cup Maim the King-maiming Kinglings of Bezec Pittie not Agag spare not Amalech Hunt hunt those Foxes that would vnder-mine Root Body Branches of the Sacred Vine O! spare them not To spare Them is to spoil Thy Self thy Seed thy Subiects and thy Soil Therfore O PEERS Prince-loyall Paladines True-noble Nobles lay-by by-Designes And in God's quarrel and your Countries bring Counsail and Courage to assist your KING To counter-mine against the Mines of ROME To conquer Hydra and to ouer-com And clean cut-off his Horns and Heads and all Whose hearts do Vow or knees do Bow to Baal Be Zealous for the LORD and Faith-full now And honor Him and He will honour you FATHERS and Brethren Ministers of CHRIST Cease civill Warrs war all on Anti-Christ Whose subtle Agents while you strive for shels Poyson the kernel with Erronious Spels Whose Envious Seed-men while you Silent Sleep Sowe Tares of Treason which take root too-deep Watch watch your Fold Feed feed your Lambs at-home Muzzle these Sheep-clad bloudy Wolves of ROME Therfore O PEOPLE let vs Praise and Pray Th' Almighty-most whose Mercy lasts for ay To giue vs grace to euer-keep in minde This MIRACLE of his Protection kinde To true Repent vs of our hainous Sin Pride Lust and Loosness we haue wallowed in To stand still constant in the pure Profession Of true RELIGION with a due discretion To try the Spirits and by peculiar choice To knowe our Shepheards from th' Hyana's voice And ever loyall to our PRINCE t' expose Goods Lands and Liues against his hate-full Foes Among whom Lord ●f yet of Thine be found Conuert them quickly and the rest Confound And to Conclude PRINCE PEERS PEOPLE too Praise all at once and selfly each of you His Holy Hand that like as long-agoe His Sidrach Misach and Abednego From the hot Furnace of POPE-Powder'd Zeal Hath Sav'd our PRINCE our PEERS our PVELIK-weal The End of the THIRD DAI● of the SECOND WEEK DAVID The FOVRTH DAY Of The SECOND WEEK Containing 1. THE TROPHEIS 2. THE MAGNIFICENCE 3. THE SCHISM 4. THE DECAY Translated Dedicated To Prince HENRY his Highness Acceptam refere To Prince HENRY his Highness A SONNET HAuing new mustred th' HOAST of all this ALL Your Royall Father In our Fore ward stands Where Adam-like Himself alone Commands A WORLD of Creatures ready at his Call Our Middle-ward doth not vnfitly fall To famous Chiefs whose graue-braue heads hands In Counsail'd Courage so Conduct our Bands As at a brunt affront the force of Baal Our Rere-Ward Sir shal be your Princely Charge Though last not least sith it most Honour brings Where Honour 's Field before you lies more large For Your Command is of a Camp of KINGS Some good some bad Your Glory shall be heer To Chuse and Vse the good the bad Cassier A STANZA IEwel of NATVRE Ioy of ALBION To whose perfection Heav'n and Earth conspire That in Time● fulnes Thou mayst bless this Throne Succeeding in the Vertues of thy Sire As happily thou hast begun goe-on That as thy Youth we may thine Age admire Acting our Hopes which shall revive our hearts Pattern Patron both of Arms Arts. Iosuah Syluester THE TROPHEIS THE FIRST BOOKE OF the fourth Day of the second Week of BARTAS THE ARGVMENT Saul's fall from Fauour into Gods Disgrace Dauid design'd Successor in his Place Brauing Goliah and the Philistins He brauely foyles He flyes